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Waltz of Words || Choi Beomgyu

A writer in a world that scorns women with ambition. A beauty besieged by suitors who covet your fortune more than your heart. Love is a game you refuse to play, for its players were predictable as much as its outcome tiresome.

That is until, your views on it were altered by a new presence.

A tutor. An outsider. A man with no claim to your hand or your wealth. He does not seek you, does not chase you, does not weave empty poetry in your name. Yet — you find yourself drawn to him.

Your heart and mind seek him for reasons no words could describe — an irony not lost on you, a writer, a weaver of words. And yet, when it comes to him, even you fail to stitch together the language to explain his existence in your life.

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Nobleman!Choi Beomgyu x Noblewoman!afab!reader

[NOTE that: Specific warnings will be listed before every chapters]

tags: inspired by regency era but not entirely accurate elements, heavy slowburn, mutual pining, yearning, strangers to friends to lovers, reader faces misogyny, mystery, action and crime solving, drama, use of original characters, (more to be added)

[MDNI] This series contains explicit sexual contents.

.☘︎ ݁˖ The chapters of our story;

ACT I: If one is observant enough, one can remain untouched by power.

i. you return like autumn ii. you warm the winter iii. you chase the first thaw, the earliest green iv. you sow the first seeds of bloom 

ACT II (Coming Soon)

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[soobvns]

just hinged this series LAWWWRDDDD

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Hi, just wanted to ask (ignore this if u dont feel comfortable answering)

are you perhaps British?

i’m living in the uk but i’m not british !!

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tubatu ᰔ kiss me thru the phone!

Summary: texts with bf! txt which are a little less than safe for work — is anyone conversation with them ever sfw though?

⤷ minors dni!!! reader is afab in beomgyu, taehyun & yeonjun’s unless you read it as a joke ig? gn otherwise!

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c. bg ꩜ push and pull

Summary: Bad days follow bad days for you, an endless cycle of humiliation that follows you like a bad plague. What’s worse is that you meet someone new who finds your mishaps hilarious even if he caused them.

╰┈➤ part three of the tubatu ꩜ 9 to 5 series .ᐟ

warnings: beomgyu being a dick but like in a loveable way, sexism (towards reader), kai and soobin feature. very barely proof read icl

Big meetings are always a hectic day in the company. The heads of each department scramble to put together presentations that don’t actively bore every participant in the room. Similarly, it’s also a professional way to show that they’re still needed by the company and that their department doesn’t need to be merged with another.

So by the middle of the day, it’s not surprising that your soul has left your body.

Between the 3 cups of coffee and jittery nerves it’s no surprise that you’re not functioning quite as well as usual. Your fingers have long turned jumpy which has resulted in dropping one too many pens and pages as you run between rooms.

The small break between presentations gave you a minute to breathe, kinda. While everyone filtered out of the room for smoke breaks or coffee breaks. Yoon excused himself for a phone call which is just code word for ‘I can’t stand to pretend to care about you for a second longer’ while all the other department heads took the break as an excuse to calm their nerves.

“You really are like a personal assistant.” Soobin muses as he walks over to your end of the table. It’s long with various seats scattered on each side. One end held Yoon and the other, the poor presenting department heads. You snagged a seat next to Yoon and scribbled down the main things Yoon wanted to look back on.

You glance up from your scribbles and let out a sigh of relief once seeing Soobin.

“Yeah. Add note-taker to my resume.” You laugh lightly as you set the book and pen against the table. You stretch out your fingers to alleviate the cramp in your hand but the dull ache persists in your poor palms.

Soobin smiles as he stuffs his hands into his slack pockets. He glances around the room before his eyes settle on the clock.

“We have 10 minutes, wanna grab a coffee?” Soobin’s offer does sound nice but your half empty cup is a reminder that you probably shouldn’t have more. But surely the walk won’t hurt?

“Um, yeah. Sure.” Soobin nods at your reply before motioning for you to step out of the room first. You smile as you snatch your phone, leaving the notebook and pens behind.

The walk to the break room is filled with mindless chatter. Soobin directs you to the room on the further end as less people will be at it and you agree, thankful for the opportunity to be in a less crowded room. It’s bad enough that the presentation room screams ‘male energy’ but a break room with that culture? Hell.

“Your presentation was really good.” You compliment Soobin politely. He grins a little, eyes flickering to the floor as he thanks you softly. He glances back at you, something shining in his eyes, “Thanks. Same boring slop every year.” He shrugs.

“Well for as much as I know about tech — which you know is nothing. I actually understood you… well enough.” Soobin titters at your honest reply. It’s become easier and easier to slip into a natural conversation with Soobin as the weeks go by. You’re thankful that his friendship with you extended past the lunch.

“You lost me at the numbers and graphs but everyone does.” Again, Soobin offers you a toothy amused grin. As you reach the furthest break room he initiates longer strides so he can hold the door open for you.

“I think if I didn’t have a degree in my field I’d feel the same as you.” His honesty makes you laugh this time. It’s moreso a polite response but one your body exudes naturally.

The break room is empty. The only sound taking up space is the click of your heels and the humming of the bulb that’s due to blow out soon.

“So, any new friends?” Soobin asks as he flicks on the kettle. You sigh as you slip onto the sofa pressed against the back wall of the room.

“Honestly, no. You and Kai seem to be the only ones who can stand to hold a conversation with me.” You shrug, “It feels like high school all over again. How do adults find the time to be clique-y?”

“True.” Soobin hums. He spins on his heel so he can press the small of his back against the counter as he looks at you. He crosses his arms over his chest in a casual manner but the way his biceps squeeze against the restriction of his rolled up sleeves makes your eyes wonder. Soobin rolls his neck as he eases any taught muscles, “It took me a while to make a friend here too. Mainly other department heads.”

Soobin definitely meant for his words to be comforting but you feel bad as you realise he abandoned his other friends to take you for pity coffee.

“You couldn’t went with them, you know? I was fine waiting.” You mumble as you fiddle with the rings on your fingers. Soobin shifts a little as he readjusts his weight, “I didn’t want to go with them. I see everyone else enough.”

You nod silently. The weight behind Soobin’s words weigh on you like a weighted blanket.

“Besides, it’s more fun with you. We still have things to talk about that we don’t know about each other.” You suppose that’s true. You attempt to ignore the pricks of heat poking at your cheeks. The kettle whistles to signify it’s done boiling.

Your mind wonders as Soobin turns his back to pour new drinks. You fiddle with your fingers as you absentmindedly think about the meeting you’re having to go back to. Business men in suits who sneer down their nose at you. For what? Being a woman? Being ‘less superior’?

“And by some floosey, having to switch to the new company with the green emission trucks — we are technically spending more but the tax return from going green actually increases our income.” An older man taps the remote against the board projecting his presentation. You scribble down a barely legible note, circling the trend he was droning on about.

You’re sure Yoon would care less about going green in his warehouses as long as he brings in the money.

“You sure you got all that, sweetheart?” The sarcastic coo from the older man stalls your own mid note. You blink, looking up from your notebook as the heat from 20 gazes rests on your baffled face. You’re shocked by the blatant disrespect so any retort gets lost in your throat as he speaks again, “Or should I dumb it down for you? Here, I even put the graph in pink so you can understand.”

The cackles from the older men make you shrink in your seat. Yoon looks unamused, lifting a hand as to silently stop the laughing. A few chuckles still ring out at your expense.

“Enough.” Yoon speaks gruffly, annoyed by the distraction. You shift in your seat, gaze flickering to Soobin who shoots you a confused yet empathetic look.

“Here.” The sight of a styrofoam cup breaks your daze. For the second time today Soobin has stopped your thoughts from running too wild.

You take it softly. The sloshing dark liquid feels hotter in your hand than usual. Your nerves are already fried but the comfort of sipping on something warm rather than your icy cold drinks brings a subtle relief that you didn’t realise you needed.

Soobin checks his watch out of habit but swears lightly when a notification pops up on it. You shoot him a subtle looks but he reads it easily.

“Shit. I swear people can’t do their jobs. I need to head down to the second floor, are you okay going back by yourself?” Soobin asks a little frantically. You snicker a little before motioning at yourself with your free hand, “I’m a grown woman, Soobin.”

He nods, “I’m aware. But still, it’s like feeding you to a pack of wolves.” You’re grateful he doesn’t bring up the earlier incident. You roll your eyes and step ahead, brushing him off despite the cooling anxiety pooling in your gut.

“I’ll survive!”

Survive? Definitely putting it lightly. Attempting to swallow back the nerves is always a challenge but it’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to. Yoon’s company feels like being out of your depth every day, instantly being thrown into the deep end from the second you clock in until you clock out.

You’re decently surprised when you make it back to the room that it doesn’t seem to be occupied. No laughter or surface level chatter echo’s from the room or the same unadulterated anti-woke chatter from older men that half of the office is forced to listen to.

Slipping in before the chaos can arrive is a nice difference. Or so you hope.

“Oh shit.” The sight of a suited man hunched over the spot where your notebook is residing is surely confusing, your feet become rooted to the floor at the sight. He fidgets, unaware of your presence until you decide to cough to warn him of your presence.

His shoulders shoot past his ears as he jumps at the sudden sound.

“Oh my God!” He yelps like he’s been caught red handed. The young face is one you’ve only spotted today. Though you won’t lie, his shaggy haircut caught your attention first. Compared to all of the neat trims adjacent to Kai’s and Soobin’s, this guy’s rebellious haircut makes him stick out like a sore thumb.

Something like a grungy teenager who was forced to put on a suit.

“Um, are you looking at my notes?” You query softly as you try to peer around his broad frame. His frantic behaviour makes your anxiety stew a little further than you’d like. Why is this guy being so fidgety?

He shoots a hand out when you step forward. You pause, foot hovering lightly as you take in his boxy posture. Like a child with its hand found deep in the cookie jar, his wild expression makes you assume he’s done something wrong.

And something tells you that something has happened to your notebook.

You side step a little and catch a glimpse of a wad of tissue piled on the desk. It looks damp and soaked to the surface of the table.

“W-What..?” You question softly in your strange standoff. He steps to meet where you’re standing but you swiftly step in the other direction and round him.

You can’t help your outbursts when you see the sight, “You spilled coffee on my fucking notebook!?”

He squaks and reaches across the table to grab the damp pile of tissue before flopping it on your soaked pages. It sounds with a heavy slap, though the stained pages have already smeared your penmanship past the point of return.

The shaggy haired man squabbles as he shakes his hand about in a desperate plea for forgiveness. He bundles up more tissue in his hands as he spews out excuses.

“I’m sorry! I was just taking a peak and my cup just slipped out of my hand.” He apologises profusely, rubbing the tissue but the liquid just squeezes out and begins to dribble past the pages and onto the clean flooding. You swear and jump back before it can stain your shoes or clothing.

You scoff, head whipping around as the sounds of approaching footsteps. The wolfcut continues to fiddle with the sopping tissue despite the fact it’s actively soaked his blazer sleeves.

“Would you stop? You’re just making it worse!” You sneer as you slap the wet mess out of his hands. The mixture of despair, sorry and worry flickers across his expressive features as his hands fall uselessly to his sides.

“I’m sorry! Um—“

“Why were you even looking? They’re notes from the same presentation we were all looking at! You haven’t even presented yet!” The scalding tone is one you don’t even catch yourself using as you lift the drenched book from the table. Droplets of brown liquid create a small puddle where it was once lying, leaving a crude outline of the crime much like a chalk body outline.

“— I don’t know! I’m sorry okay!?” He rambles as you examine the book. You know it’s all gone but you somehow hope the longer you look at it that maybe it’ll fix itself.

The man busies himself with ripping a new load of tissue to throw on the soaked table. You just frown as you stare at your hard work being turned to nothing but slop.

“What’s going on here?” One of the department heads question as the rest pile on in from the break. You glance at the young man who still looks like he’s been caught red handed doing something bad. Which technically he was… But you still feel slighted.

“I uh… Spilled my coffee on her notebook.” He rushes out, eyes glued to the vinyl flooring. You can barely hold back your irritated scowl and twitching eyelid as the page you’re holding tears under the weight of the liquid. It slops against the table, as if affirming his confession.

What a long meeting this is going to be.

“Thank you for presenting today. I will gather you again when I come to a decision.” Yoon’s usual passive ending comes as a Godsend to you today. You barely had anywhere to take notes, scribbling on one of the back pages and ignoring the way that the paper felt more malleable than usual.

Yoon rounds past you as soon as he’s done. You know he expects the notes soon but the dismissive glance he sends you makes you feel like a scolded kid. It’s not your fault that who you now realise is Beomgyu, Head of Advertisement, is too stupid and nosey to hold a fucking cup in his hand as he reads a page.

Now you wish Soobin stayed behind.

“Can’t even take down notes without making a mess.” One of the department heads snicker as they walk past your slouched form. You sigh, feeling impossibly useless.

“Seriously. She’s almost as useless as her job.”

You stare at the wrecked book before deciding that there’s no point in keeping it. It’s slipped into the trash can beside the desk before you can think twice. Maybe if you send a strongly worded email they’ll send digital copies of their presentation over? Who are you kidding? These guys would spit in your face before they think about helping you.

The same flushed, hot feeling that rushes to your face and sting prickling in your waterline is one too common.

“Hey uh… I’m really sorry. Again.” Beomgyu whispers from the doorway of the meeting room. You shift your gaze to witness the pathetic slouch in his shoulders. The sight of such a tall man deflated subsides your sadness for a few moments.

“Nothing you can do now.” You whisper passively as you gather the only material you can take back with you. A stupid fucking pen and the wet slab of tissue that you throw into the overflowing trash can. If you didn’t have an audience you wouldn’t thrown it across the room in a bout of anger.

“No, seriously —“

“Listen, Beomgyu. There’s nothing you can do now — there’s no point in saying sorry. I’m already a laughing stock just go on about your day.” The blank expression on your face makes Beomgyu feel ten times worse than he already does. You slip past him, shoulders slightly knocking as you press yourself against the wall to create the most distance between your two bodies.

Beomgyu follows you like a lost puppy. It invites comments from the people at the desks but you’re so caught up in your anger towards your newfound stalker that you don’t find yourself caring.

“Let me rewrite your notes!” Beomgyu offers. You throw him a snide look over your shoulder, “Don’t you have real work to do?”

“I’ll get everyone to email their presentations! I’ll take notes.” He offers. It stops you in your tracks. If anyone can get the presentations it’ll be Beomgyu. This could be what stops you from facing Yoon’s wrath.

Beomgyu steps back before he can barge into your back. He watched with hopeful eyes as you turn around.

“I want those notes to me by the end of the day. It’s what you owe me for making me look even worse in front of everyone.” Beomgyu nods. His pliant behaviour isn’t the same person that was presenting so confidently in front of 20 other people.

You nod, finally pleased with the outcome you’re faced with. You don’t bother excusing yourself as you turn on your heel and continue your trek back to your desk.

Finally, someone who causes you a problem is trying to fix it themselves.

“Hey! Wait.” Beomgyu calls as he jogs up the hallway. You wince a little at his louder volume, slowing down your pace. Beomgyu’s long legs means that he catches up to you in a few seconds, falling into stride with you.

“I um… I just want to say that it was cool the way you stood up for yourself earlier.” Beomgyu reminds you of your conversation with the misogynist department head. He continues, “Those guys suck. Really. It’s like they think it’s still 1950 or something.”

“Because any person with any level of critical thinking would know that going green saves money. Do I need to spell it out for you?”

“Yeah, it’s not.”

Although an awkward reply, it’s true. Beomgyu kicks himself for putting himself is such an awkward situation. You kick yourself for even replying to him.

“Um, this is me.” You announce stiffly as you motion to your desk. Beomgyu shoots you an awkward smile, exhaling a little too hard from his nose. You clear your throat, eyes dropping to your shoes.

Beomgyu silently watches the way you curl in on yourself the longer he looks at you.

Beomgyu breaks the silence, “I’ll get those to you soon. Give me like 2 hours.”

Five o’ clock rolls round yet it feels like a lifetime. The speed at which people leave the office is one you should time as it’s nearly comical how quickly people can shut off and leave. The chairs are practically still spinning as the elevators ding closed. Your eyes droop heavily as the exhaustion from the day creeps up on you.

“Thanks, kid.” Yoon’s gruff voice acts as tape for your eyelids as you muster the last of your strength to look at your boss. He’s readjusting the expensive watch on his left wrist as he closes his office door with a half-assed kick of his foot.

You straighten in your chair as he walks past your desk, eyes lingering in your face. You don’t know if he’s trying to read your expression or if he’s just genuinely taking in how tired you look but you feel a little self conscious under the attention from your higher up.

“For your notes. I know it was probably hard to get those assholes to send you over their presentations.” Yoon’s reply makes you laugh a little. From your short time under him, he’s barely said more than 10 words to you outside of a professional environment. Though surprising, you can’t help but smile.

You fiddle with your belongings as you stand from your chair, head bowing just slightly, “Thanks, sir. I’m sorry about the mess… and any trouble I caused today.” You try to ignore the waver in your voice and hope that Yoon does too. He simply nods before walking away, already occupied by his forever buzzing phone.

To anyone else the interaction looked casual - maybe less than riveting but to you, it leaves you feeling a little more hopeful. You can’t help but smile as you collect your things and dust off your clothes. Not only is it Friday but Yoon also initiated a decent and slightly praising conversation with you.

Thankfully no one is around to see the stupid smile on your face or the way you slip towards the elevator as if you’re floating. A part of you feels so silly for being so appreciative of bare minimum praise but this is Yoon. The same guy who wouldn’t even say thanks to someone who cut off their own leg if it benefited him. It’s an extreme example but nonetheless, fitting.

“So… I guess we’re even then?” You jump at the sudden voice, swear tumbling from your mouth before you can catch it. You blink and snap your head towards the perpetrator and jump again at how close they are.

Beomgyu towers beside you, head angled so he could purposely speak closer to you in order to spook you. The wolfish grin on his face looks strangely natural for him and you scowl at the way he seems pleased with your reaction.

A total 180 from earlier.

“Wh— What are you — Oh my God, were you here the whole time!?” You stutter stupidly as your heart beats wildly in your chest. Beomgyu snickers, hand jolting out to hit the call button for the elevator as you press a hand to your own chest to slow your racing heart.

“I gotta say, don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone skip in here.” Beomgyu muses teasingly. The way he looks at you feels like he’s seeing too much of you and you instinctively curl away from the attention. Your hands turn clammy under the pressure of his gaze.

You quip swiftly, “I was not skipping!”

“Sure.” He snorts as he settles his hands into his pockets. You roll your eyes and face the elevator door, trying your best to ignore his reflection in the sparkling silver doors. Curse the hard working cleaners in this damn office.

Life has a funny way of messing with you. From a low to a high to a low — and there’s an elevator and a handsome guy involved again!

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you’ve never been happier for a notification. You glance at Beomgyu who is whistling softly, gaze situated on the small screen that displays what floor the lift is currently on.

soobin 🐰: heard you met beomgyu… good luck!

you: thanks for the warning, i’m already being traumatised.

The lift dings and brings you out of your daze. Beomgyu already stands inside and thanks to his bigger body, it feels like he’s taking up more space than what he actually is. You saunter in, shoes scuffing against the floor as you try to situate yourself the furthest away from your new nuisance.

“I mean I wasn’t really expecting a thank you but like… I literally saved your ass.” Beomgyu brings up your conversation with Yoon like he was involved in it. You huff and cross your arms across your chest like a scorned child, lips jutting into a pout before you can control it.

“You didn’t ’save my ass’ and i’m not thanking you for ruining my work. I would’ve done it anyway if you didn’t spill your stupid coffee all over my book because you’re so damn nosey!” You feel red in the face as you spew out your frustrations at the man who seems to care less, “And I don’t know why you’re acting all cocky when you were basically on your knees begging me—“

“Pause. I was not on my knees!”

“You might as well have been! And don’t be so dirty!” Your hand fly out as you begin to bicker with Beomgyu. He squabbles back, “You can’t just say I was on my knees — Hold on!”

“You were basically crying for my forgiveness and now you’re acting like a cocky asshole!” Beomgyu splutters at your reply. You’re both so caught in your argument that you don’t realise that the lift has already met its destination and the doors are beginning to peel open.

“Excuse me I was not crying!”

“You followed me to my desk like some… like some duckling!”

“Well excuse me for trying to apologise!”

“Apologise? I think it was just to fill your stupid ego so you can throw it back at me!”

“I—“

“Um. What is going on?” An awkward cough breaks you and Beomgyu from the little scene you’ve both created. It must be funny how you both straighten up and act like civilised people as if you weren’t both fighting like teenage girls just seconds prior.

“I expect this from Beomgyu but… you?” You wince as Kai furrows his brows at the new side of you. He’s only seen a pathetic, petty side but now seeing your argumentative side, you’re starting to realise he’s barely seen you in a regular state.

You pull together what you can muster and it’s surely a strained smile. Beomgyu coughs, tapping his foot lightly against the elevator floor.

You glance at the two men before making a break for it. You’re swiftly stepping from the lift and rounding Kai’s broad frame in seconds. “Anyway. See you both on Monday!”

They both glance at each other after your body has completely disappeared from view.

“So you’ve met y/n too?”

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[soobvns]

does anyone else just randomly get stuck writing like… i genuinely have no inspiration right now but i want to write. how do people do this 💔

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do you know what happened with the creator of “jealousy looks better on you”? i think her acc got deactivated but not sure, also i loved that fic so much and im kinda confused

hiii!!!! honestly i’m not sure… i hope they’re okay </3

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i want to eat your writing

omg…

[soobvns]

does anyone else get annoyed when they’re reading a fic and the reader gets pregnant for no reason… and it’s very strong pro life vibes…

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sorry for leaving this blog so dry i’ve been so busy with work TT

i’m so tired after my brain doesn’t work enough to imagine anything. praying that inspiration hits me when i sleep </3

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KISS ME AND I MIGHT DROP DEAD!

synopsis IF YOU LET ME STAY THE NIGHT, I THINK I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO STAY FOREVER ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ in which you spend 7 days in cebu, and the fellow tourist you meet by chance makes it difficult for you to stomach the thought of leaving.

pairing choi soobin x (f) reader

genre fluff, smut, reader and soobin are both tourists, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings mdni. alcohol usage, unprotected sex (please don't!), fingering, piv sex, sb cums inside reader

word count 6.7k

a/n first fic on this blog kinda nervous :3 been feeling sososo much for my soobie doobie these days, my love couldn't help but spill all over tumblr. hi, new friends! ♡

It seems as though the whole universe has conspired against you.

Standing under the scorching heat, you could not help but think that you should have stayed in the confines of your sweet, humble abode. If only Karina hadn’t convinced you to, in her words, “Step out of your comfort zone, you homebody!”, then maybe you would have been 12 episodes deep in a new drama, or even getting your rank rating up in League of Legends. 

It’s hard to gaslight yourself that your trip to Cebu is supposed to be a cathartic experience when it’s all starting so horribly already. Not when you are fresh off a miserable flight with the person in front of you reclining their chair all the way. Not when some businessman spilt their coffee all over your pristinely white hoodie, mumbling that you should have stayed out of the way because he has a flight to catch. Not when you are all alone while everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives raving about the beaches and parties this place has to offer. Not when you couldn’t even shoot a message to Karina complaining about how this was such a dumb idea for a raging introvert like you, because your stupid phone is betraying you and it can’t catch a stupid signal.

And while you are easily irritated, it’s also easy for you to come to terms with the fact that you will be stuck on this island by yourself for 7 days. You tried your best to convince Karina to come with you, but she kept insisting that it was time for you to attempt solo traveling just for the experience. Easy to say for someone as outgoing as her. You huff, feeling defeated as you slump to sit on your luggage, waiting for a cab to take you to your hotel, when you catch sight of a man bickering with… a cab driver?

“What do you mean I have to pay a thousand pesos? My hotel is 15 minutes away!”

If you thought you were already the epitome of irritation, this guy was far worse. He looks like he just clawed his way out of hell with how messy his hair is and how much sweat he’s drenched in. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how flushed his skin looks from how hard he’s keeping his annoyance within and oh god, he’s beautiful.

He drags his feet to walk away from the cab, eyebrows still furrowed, and you had to begrudgingly stop yourself from checking this stranger out because you do not want embarrassment to lace all the exasperation you’re feeling right now. You feel your cheeks heat up when you realize he stopped to stand beside your slumped form, sulking like you’ve lost all your will to live.

“Jesus, it’s so hot…” you hear him groan as he types away on his phone. You assume he’s complaining to a friend because it’s what you would have done. That is, if you could catch a signal.

You giggle to yourself and he snaps his head to look at you, expression softening.

“Tourist?”

He’s talking to you. What the hell are you supposed to do when a man (who looks like he stepped out of a typical romance drama) strikes a conversation with you? You choose to face him, avoiding eye contact, and nod meekly.

He immediately whines. A behavior such a stark contrast to a man whose figure towers over you, “Can you believe that cab driver tried to charge me 1000 pesos for a 15-minute ride? My friend told me they overcharge tourists like crazy, so I should just act angry, but I guess I’m not scaring them off..?”

You finally make eye contact with him, skimming over his features. He’s handsome, but not in a way that suffocates you. He’s… cute. Makes you feel fuzzy inside with his soft features. Round, wide eyes, nose slightly scrunched, and the way his front teeth sit on his bottom lip makes him look like a bunny who wasn’t given enough carrot treats. What the fuck are you even saying at this point? He’s just some guy. Okay, a gorgeous one, at that.

You clear your throat, “Maybe you should try an Uber?”

“Ubers aren’t available in the Philippines…”

You nod, not knowing what to say. You’ve proven yet again that you are physically incapable of talking to cute guys.

“Shit. Now my phone is at 1%.”

You snort, “I’d offer mine, but this dumb fuck cannot catch a signal.”

He sighs defeatedly, now sitting on his luggage as well, “Aren’t you going to try and get a cab?”

“I was going to, but after seeing you with that cab driver, I might as well just take a flight back home already…”

He chuckles. Even his laugh is pretty.

“Maybe you’re better at haggling than I am?”

He seems to be right, because the first cab driver you hailed instantly agreed to drive you for 300 pesos. You nod at the stranger while loading your luggage in the back, and he smiles at you in return. You’re probably never going to see each other again. So much for a short-lived airport crush.

You fall back onto the expanse of your bed once you’ve checked in, relishing in the comfort after a pain-staking flight. Stretching your back, you’re relieved to find that the hotel wi-fi works like magic, finally satiating your need for chronically online personal time. After a few moments of scrolling through your feed to see what you’ve missed, you grew bored, pressing the call button beside Karina’s contact name. Her face lights up your screen immediately.

“Yah! Why are you on your phone instead of the beach? I just saw you repost a Tiktok 5 minutes ago!”

You roll your eyes, “Can’t a girl replenish her social battery before going out and about all alone?” She simply chuckles, giving you an avenue to start complaining to her about all the mishaps that have happened so far. You drone on and on until you’ve lost track of all the time you spent just grumbling over every inconvenience, and she reassures you that maybe you used up all your bad luck, and from hereon, everything will fall into place smoothly. You aspire to be as optimistic as she is. Soon enough, she yawns, saying that it’s time for her afternoon nap, and you’re left to scurry over to the bathroom to freshen up.

It’s 4PM when you step out of your hotel room, padding over to the lobby to ask for the pathway to the beach, when you catch sight of a familiar tall figure hunched over the receptionist desk. He seems to feel your presence, because he snaps his head towards you.

“Huh? Oh!” 

It’s the cute guy from the airport. You swear you’re going to get a heart attack.

“O-oh? Hey,” you try to muster out. You really, really suck at talking to cute guys.

He smiles, “Didn’t know you booked the same hotel! We could have shared a cab, then.”

“Would be weird to tell a complete stranger which hotel I booked, right?” You didn’t mean for the words to trail off your mouth quite harshly, really, but your realization hits you too late when his face flushes in panic as he responds. “A-ah! Yeah! I suppose it would be really weird. Sorry…”

You glance over at the receptionist desk to see that there was no one manning. Great. Now you can’t weasel your way out of this awkward situation.

“Uh… I was going to ask the receptionist where the pathway leading directly to the beach was, but I guess there’s nobody here?”

He’s shocked. It’s almost animated how his expressions are painted on his face. “I was going to ask them too! I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes now, but I have no idea where the receptionist has gone, so…” He trails off, and maybe it’s the impatience getting to your head, so you ask,

“You want to just fuck it and find it ourselves?”

He looks at you, and for just a moment, you’re terrified. What if he thinks you’re hitting on him? Wanting to spend time alone with a hot guy? You almost think you’re fucked until he flashes a grin.

“I’m already itching to get my feet in the sand.”

And that’s how you find yourself walking side by side with him. You learn that his name is Soobin, and that he’s from South Korea, working in corporate like you. Soobin tells you about his friend that was supposed to come with him, but he booked his flight incorrectly in an absentminded haze, thus he was traveling solo. You tell him that your friend practically had to bribe you into going on this vacation because of all the stress you have bottled up from your miserable job. He lets out a giggle, saying that he needed to get away from his laptop screen given that even typing was giving him a migraine.

Despite your closed off nature, it was surprisingly easy to fall into a conversation with Soobin. Maybe you enjoyed the conversation a little too much, because it’s only then that you realize you’ve been going around in circles, still not finding the beachside.

“Do you think we’re lost?”

He turns over to you and stops in his tracks, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?”

And then it hits you. You’re lost. God knows where you are, and you’re stuck navigating your way back with someone you met less than 5 hours ago. Did you really put your guard down for a stranger?

“Shit,” you pull out your phone, only to be reminded that it’s practically useless. It doesn’t help that you’re in a dead zone. You see him fiddling with his phone, seemingly to find a way to map yourselves out of this, but he was met with disappointment upon reading the words “no cellular service”.

You groan, wanting nothing but to go back to your hotel room to curl up in your bed, but Soobin was still adamant on finding the beachside. Unfortunately for you and your aching legs, you had to choose between dragging yourself sluggishly or having a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. The latter was a no-go, obviously, unless you had a death wish?

The fatigue and anxiety were catching up to the both of you as dead silence remained in the air, save from the small huffs you were letting out occasionally. Soobin glances at you from time to time, seemingly to check on your pathetic state. The sun was starting to set, and you’re certain you were going to make it to the headlines as the 25 year-old woman who (a) perished in extreme fatigue and irritation, or; (b) got brutally murdered by a bunny-looking stranger twice her size. 

You don’t notice that you were looking at the ground, questioning every life decision that has led you to this absurdity, when Soobin’s awed gasp snaps you back into reality.

“Heol…”

You look up to see a breathtaking view, all yours to behold. The sun was setting in the horizon, etched in the apricot sky. Palm trees breezed through the path, and the salt in the air barely grazed your tongue. Soobin has his mouth agape, eyes full of wonder. Okay, maybe he’s not a serial killer out to murder you if he brought you to such a beautiful part of the seaside. Unless this is all part of his grand scheme to let your guard down? But he looks clueless as he can be, perhaps you were more likely to be the murderer in this situation.

“Come! There’s no one around!” Soobin hurriedly waddles over to a spot just below the trees, inviting you to join him. Once you’re sat beside him in the sand, he stretches the entirety of his legs, letting out a hum of relief. He has a stupid smile on his face as his eyes glaze to take in the golden hour.

“I’m sorry I got us lost. I’ve never been good at directions,” Soobin smiles apologetically. “But hey, this view is nice. We have this all to ourselves.”

No one was around. Okay. Maybe this is the part where he brutally murd-

“I hope you’re not too tired. I… kinda heard you huffing a lot earlier and I figured you were getting antsy. Also it was probably because you were lost in god knows where with a dude you just met, so that must have been scary for you? I can’t convince you that I’m completely harmless because that would make me more suspicious, right? And oh god why am I rambling?” He’s melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Usually, you liked it when men learned to shut the fuck up, but you tolerated his rambling. He was quite… endearing, actually.

You let out a small chuckle, “Soobin, it’s fine. We’re chill. I was just tired of walking in circles, that’s all.” He sighs in response, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.

“The view is beautiful though. I’m kinda glad we got lost. We can gatekeep this experience,” you add, shooting a reassuring smile. Now you feel bad for ever thinking ill of him, because the way he perks up and grins at you just seals the deal that he was never a threat. Soobin turns away to continue watching the sunset, basking in the way the sun’s rays kiss his skin.

Time flew by too fast, and now you’re left with the problem of how you’re supposed to go back to the hotel, when a light suddenly beams at the two of you.

“Hey! This is private property!” Fuck. No wonder there weren’t any people around. The two of you get escorted out, with the security guard huffing about how “kids these days just fool around everywhere”, to which you and Soobin turn crimson profusely. You had no choice but to push your luck, asking him the way to your hotel no matter how embarrassed the pair of you were.

“Okay… that was humiliating,” you cringe and glance over at Soobin, who was not faring any better than you. His cheeks were still puffed out, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. 

“Kinda feels like we’re trauma bonded now,” he mutters, praying that this time around, you were going the right way. “Trauma bonded over a humiliation ritual…. today felt too long.”

You hum, “Yep. Might have to skip dinner. I just want to sleep and stock up on social battery for the next 6 days.”

His eyes widened, “Wow. We have the exact same hotel and trip duration.” 

You nod, not knowing what to make of this new knowledge, but all the rummaging in your brain was instantly cut off by him.

“Do you, perhaps…” His voice turns small. “Perhaps you’d like to stick together?”

“A whole week together? You might get sick of me.”

He grins, “Well, if by chance I do, it would be totally fine. We’re most likely never going to cross paths with each other again anyway.”

You don’t know what compels you to, but you agree. 

You hope Karina would be proud of you stepping outside of your comfort zone (and trusting that some guy doesn’t offer you as human sacrifice.)

The next few days went by like a dream. 

On the second and third day, Soobin took you ziplining and leaping off waterfalls despite your protests. You remember how your heart skipped a beat at his proud, child-like grin when he got you to admit that facing your fear of heights ended up rather enjoyable. The day after, the pair of you decided to take a break from the adrenaline and wandered off to the cultural spots Cebu had to offer. You didn’t expect him to take such good shots of you, worthy enough to be posted on your wilting Instagram account. Karina had even bombarded you with question marks, asking if you’ve finally made a new friend. Imagine her shock when you sent her a selfie you had taken of the two of you, and she found out your new “friend” looks like he stepped out of a manhwa.

By the end of the fifth day of your escapades with Soobin, you had suggested trying out the beachside bars your Tiktok algorithm was raging about. It seems like Karina had magic senses, because your phone suddenly chirped with a text notification while you added finishing touches to your makeup. 

rina<3: u crack cebu boy yet?

You furrow your eyebrows at this.

: huh

: we’re FRIENDS

rina<3: and he’s ur exact type

: well yes

: but it would be weird to get in a random stranger’s pants

rina<3: dude that’s exactly why

         : u can just leave it behind

         : what happens in cebu stays in cebu type shit

         : esp if hes bad in bed 💀

: you are so…

: what if i catch something from him

rina<3: feelings?

          : oh u meant an std

          : i snooped through his instagram and mans looks bitchless anyway

          : his following list consists of league gameplay accounts and 4 of his friends

: ugh idk man

: i just 

: hes hot but

: i’d rather not put weird thoughts in my head about a dude i’m spending the remaining days with

rina<3: LMAO it’s okay i’m playing

          : just sayin u only live once

          : and i’ve prayed hard for u to finally get laid again

          : especially after ur ugly ass ex

          : and don’t tell me u haven’t snooped through his ig either

: ?

: i have but

: just out of pure curiosity

rina<3: love when u get defensive

          : u in bed alrdy? do u wanna call and catch up

          : im yearning for my best friend

: awww i’m going out

: trying the beachside bars

rina<3: oh? 👀

          : enjoy <3

          : hoping u break ur vow of abstinence

: ????

: love you

: i’ll call u tomorrow evening maybe

Karina sends a heart and a wink in response, making you smile and shake your head

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you adjust a strand of your hair and suddenly become antsy. All those talks about Soobin suddenly made you feel hauntingly self-aware. You hate to admit that you wanted to look pretty to him. Life has a way of making things fall into place so perfectly, because not long after your frustrated fussing, you hear three knocks on your door. Soobin.

You pad over, opening your door to see Soobin standing in true, awkward, painfully endearing Soobin fashion. 

His eyes fall on your face, drifting just a millisecond to your bikini-clad and sheer covered body. You barely miss the way his cheeks burn despite the cold air from your room.

“You look-” he starts, but cuts himself off. Alarms blare in your head. Look horrible? A mess? You look like you tried to get all pretty for me but absolutely failed?

“Look what?” you squeak out, voice small. He scratches his neck, as if debating what words to say. You’re painfully fretting over every possible response until he eventually mumbles something after a few beats.

“You look beautiful.”

He says it so sincerely it makes your head spin. But alas, Soobin is Soobin…

“Not in a creepy way! The color of your outfit just fits you really well. And the way you did your hair and makeup is pretty cool. And-”

You shush him, trying to calm your heart that is about to beat out of your chest, “It’s fine, Soobin. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Awkward silence then envelopes you in the warmly lit hotel hallway, both of you not daring to meet each other’s eyes.

You were the one to break the stillness, “Let’s go?”, to which he hums in response. He looked like he had much more to say, but you don’t dare to pry him on his thoughts in fear of further straining the situation.

One thing you liked about spending time with Soobin is how the two of you go well together. Platonically, you swear. It isn’t even five minutes deep into the walk together when you’re back to telling each other mundane stories about your lives back home. Soobin whines about how he misses his dog, Tori, to which you reply “so she’s far better company than me?”, causing him to ramble in panic. You, in turn, tell him about how you don’t want to come back to office paperwork when you’ve been having the time of your life getting your feet in the sand all day. 

“I wish we could stay here forever,” he sighs, seemingly in a haze as the night breeze grazes his hair. “It’s been really fun just doing anything and everything with you.”

You take the chance to finally, actually look at Soobin. He towers over you, looking you straight in the eye like he doesn’t know your heart is about to beat out of your chest every time he does so. His hair is messy from the wind, the outline of his face perfectly chiseled by the moonlight gracing his skin.

In that moment, you know something starts shifting between your feelings and your ever-so rational mind. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung up the moon. Not when his beauty is one you would only find once in a lifetime.

You’re done for.

Despite this, you push your thoughts down your throat, managing to whisper, “I’ll really miss you when we go our separate ways, you know?”

He chuckles, “Because I’m the only male friend you have that actually takes good photos of you?”

“Your words, not mine.”

He beams teasingly before adding, “I’ll miss you too. A lot.”

Suddenly confronted with the vulnerability of your words, you tear your eyes away from him and start kicking sand beneath your feet, “I don’t know why I got sappy, sorry. I still have 2 days with you.”

“It’s cute,” Soobin reassures you. As a friend would, right? You don’t want to overthink it. “I never would have thought we’d warm up to each other so fast, but maybe I was meant to meet you on this trip.”

“Just so you have someone to buy you vinegar for your jellyfish stings?”

“That, and we make quite a good pair for people who only met at the start of this week.” Your heart feels like it’s being tugged from all sides, painfully reminded of the fact that you’ve grown attached to him in such a short period of time.

Right. You really shouldn’t get too attached to someone who will be an ocean away by the following week.

Your forlorn musings are interrupted by the chants of people that cut through the bubble you and Soobin have placed yourselves in. He flashes an ever so sweet smile at you, taking your hand in his.

“You ready to get absolutely shitfaced?”

The world is spinning before your eyes.

“Sooooobieeee” you slur out, arm snugly wrapped around his. “Let’s drink more!”

You don’t know how much alcohol is flowing through your bloodstream, but it was enough for you to cling into Soobin like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Literally. If it weren’t for him, you would have fallen face flat into the ground.

He squeaks, “No more! You’re red all over!”

“And you’re not!” you pout, “It’s like I’m the only one having fun!”

You would have thought he was starting to get sick of you if it weren’t for his grip tightening before he says, “I’m having fun. But-”

“Soobin. Soobin. I’m going to throw up.”

He mutters a profanity in his native language, dragging you up so gently and guiding you somewhere your inebriated mind couldn’t fathom. It’s only when you breathe in the stench that you piece out that he had taken you to the bathroom (more specifically, the line of people leading to it.)

“Don’t barf on me, please,” Soobin practically begs, rubbing circles on your back as you lean further into his grip, dopey smile plastered on your face as you admire him from the angle below.

“You’re really, really, reallyyyy cute, Soobie,” you squeeze the bicep you’re clinging onto, making the man shriek in surprise. “How are you even real?”

He chooses to look away from your eyes that keep raking all over him, cheeks now a carmine red. 

“I told you earlier that you didn’t look too bad yourself, but I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely fucking beautiful. Far prettier than me. Even though I spent so long trying to look cute for you,” you stumble over your words as he keeps his hold on your waist. You don’t even notice that it was your turn to enter the bathroom when he sighs and escorts you inside, oblivious to the stares you got from stepping inside together. 

He positions you so that you’re hunched over the toilet, his annoyingly long legs folded to keep you at eye level while he bunches your hair up. As your drunkenness wills, you expel the intoxication out of your system as Soobin wipes the sweat off your face and neck. When all is done, you look at him and weakly ask for toilet paper to wipe your face with, to which he takes it upon himself to do it for you, gingerly padding over your mouth and tear-stained cheeks.

“All okay?” Soobin asks as he throws the toilet paper away and tidies up the bathroom the best he could.

“Mhm,” you purr, latching onto his arm as he opens the door, receiving pointed stares from the people witnessing you step outside together. You were all oblivious to it, wanting nothing but to curl up into the heat his body tenders. He’s silent as you stumble over your feet, and yet he traces his arm back around your waist once more.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you back.”

“But you haven’t even drank that much yet!”

“I’m not a heavy drinker.”

You sulk as he maneuvers you all the way back to your hotel room. 

When he sets you down on the bed, your frown only gets deeper. He’s immediately rummaging through your bathroom, hurriedly asking where your cleansing wipes are before you succumb to slumber, and returns to your side albeit not telling him where it was. It’s funny, really, the way you could see yourselves falling into this routine in the future. A future that seems so out of reach, if only you wouldn’t be miles away from each other when all this is done.

“Stay still,” Soobin whispers, as if terrified of breaking through the air of tenderness sifting through your hotel room. He holds your face so delicately as he drags the makeup off of your lethargic state. He’s merely inches away and yet he seems so far from your reach. 

“Soobin,” you let out, almost a pained, yearning whimper. You feel his fingers tremble against your cheek before he resumes his ministrations with a simple hum. “You’re even prettier up close.”

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s all those talks with Karina. Maybe it’s the rare occurrence of you acting according to impulse– but you close the distance between the two of you, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his plump lips against yours. 

The problem is Soobin stays unmoving.

You pull away, shame overcoming the entirety of your system.

“Soobin, I’m sor-”

“Good night,” he replies curtly.

All inebriety has fallen out of the window as you lay down, pulling the sheets all over yourself. You pray this was all just a dream. That you had actually dozed off as he was busying himself on tidying the makeup off your face. 

The last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you are his faint footsteps and the clicking of your door.

page.soobin: let me know if you’re awake

                     : i bought painkillers for you

                     : i’ll come by then

It’s half past 3 in the afternoon when you awake from your slumber, groaning as you curse yourself for drinking like a maniac the previous night. You simply blink at Soobin’s texts, about to reply when you recall all the humiliation you put yourself in. 

Fuck. Fuck. You’re fucked.

page.soobin: you awake?

                     : you have read receipts on by the way

Great.

: i just woke up

: it’s fine i can manage

: you don’t have to come over

page.soobin: stop

                     : at least let me take care of you

: i’m okay, soobin

: i swear

page.soobin: i’m still dropping by

                     : elevator rn

It all happens so quickly. One second you’re grimacing at the thought of seeing him in your disheveled and oh-so dreadfully humiliated state, and the next you’re opening the door for him. He’s dressed in a baggy shirt and shorts, hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it the whole while. 

“You should have gone out instead of worrying about my hungover,” you grumble under your breath, eyes not daring to land on him.

“Go out? Without you?” He says it like nothing significant happened between the two of you just hours ago.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that…”

Soobin puffs out a breath he’s been keeping for God knows how long. 

“Listen-”

“We don’t have to talk about it, Soobin. I’m really sorry. We should just forget that ever happened and just go our separate ways for the rest of our days here.”

Your mind is in shambles as he stares blankly, debating what to say next.

“Please look at me.”

You can’t deny his request when his voice sounds like it’s about to break. When your eyes meet for the first time since last night, everything just comes crashing out on you. He’s staring so intently, you fear you’ll break upon his gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you find me beautiful,” he pauses before adding, “That you tried to look pretty for me.”

You grimace at his prodding. “Why would I not mean it?”

“You were drunk.”

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

Just like that, another awkward silence falls upon you. You could only hear his shallow breaths, like he was holding himself back. You pray he doesn’t hear the buzzing in your brain.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he professes matter-of-factly.

“You didn’t kiss me back.”

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be of us being drunk.”

You’re dumbfounded as you took in his feverish appearance. 

“So, if you’ll let me,” he murmurs, “I’d like to have a do-over.”

This time, it wasn’t you who closed the distance between your lips. In a matter of seconds, all of you is filled with him. Soobin. Soobin, who didn’t want to make a move in fear of you not reciprocating. Soobin, who was patient enough to care for you in the most minuscule of ways. Soobin, who you have at the palm of your hand, giving you himself wholeheartedly. Soobin, who has yearned for you all this time.

His soft lips glide against yours so smoothly, his hands eventually slotting around the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. Kissing him felt like coming home. Pressed up against him is where you wanted to be forever.

Soobin pushes you to lay on the bed, with him following suit. He’s careful not to put his whole weight on you, but even so, you feel suffocated by the affection bubbling within you. He’s all yours, albeit just for this moment. 

“Soob,” you manage to mewl out against the kisses he is peppering all over your collarbone.

“You alright, baby?” The endearment is enough to make your legs buckle around his waist, wanting to pull him in closer.

“More than alright,” you gasp as he grazes his teeth against your neck, leaving love bites. “I just can’t believe you’re mine today.”

He furrows his eyebrows, halting his actions, “Today?”

“Today,” you frown. “Last full day together and we’re back to our old lives.”

His eyes soften immediately, brushing the strands of hair from your face before he speaks, “It doesn’t have to be just today. I’m yours evermore.”

“But-”

“I’ll visit you every now and then. You can show me around your hometown, and I’ll fly you out to mine,” he traces his finger against your cheek, “And then you’ll meet Tori. I swear you’ll fall in love with her. And we’ll have all the time to ourselves.”

You snicker, “Do you say that to the girls back home too?”

Soobin chuckles in response, a low humming in his chest, “Home is with you.” 

You feel like you’re going insane as you pull him in once more, so overwhelmed with the infatuation. Your kisses escalate from shy smacks to a full-blown makeout session, eliciting soft groans from the man looming above you. The way you touch each other feels as though you’re trying to memorize the feel of your bodies, your hands making their way to the skin of his chest under his shirt.

“Take it off if you want to, baby,” he prompts, half-teasing and half-desperate. You catch your breath before tugging on it, motioning for him to help you in pulling it over his head. Every part of him looks like it was sculpted by the gods so intricately. You really can’t believe he’s yours for the taking. 

“You look like you’re about to devour me,” he teases.

“I am about to devour you.”

He moans at your words, taking you aback.

“You’re into that?”

“Only if it’s you.”

You don’t know how much time passes– all you know is that your clothes ended up on the floor and he’s inching his long fingers into your heat. His eyebrows are knit as he presses each knuckle to your walls, while you are left to whimper helplessly. His pace picks up, making your face scrunch up from the pleasure.

“Soo- baby, no,” you have a death grip on his arm, trying to stop him.

“Hurts?”

“No, good,” you swivel your hips, “Just want you inside.”

He gulps, a rush of heat going straight to his groin. “Condom?”

It’s irresponsible, really. Despite having previous experiences, you’ve never done it without. You don’t know why, but your brain compels you to heave in response, “No. I want all of you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Death by dick seems pleasurable.”

Soobin almost can’t believe the humor laced in your words when he’s about to fuck the living daylights out of you, “Don’t die on me.”

He pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking himself. He’s achingly hard, and it took everything in you not to shoot up and beg him to let you have a taste.

“Soobin, you’re huge.”

“More surface area for me to love you with.”

You were about to shoot him a cringed out look when he guided his tip to your entrance. Both your faces scrunch up in pleasure despite the lack of penetration.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Baby,” your chest heaves, “I need you. I thought I made that clear.”

He beams, a stark contrast to him starting to inch through your insides. He’s biting his lip as he holds your hips down, “You’re- fuck.”

Your brain has officially melted into a puddle when he manages to fit everything inside. He gives you time to adjust to the intrusion, pecking your face all over. You swear this is the closest thing to paradise.

And he’s not far off. You notice how his knuckles are turning white from gripping your hips so tautly, trying to ground himself.

When you give him the signal to move, Soobin swears he could almost finish from the first thrust. He’s almost whining from the all-consuming pleasure, thrusts going from the softest brushes against your walls to calculated presses against the deepest parts of you. Soon enough, you’re babbling against his collarbone, leaving your own marks on his ivory skin. He’s yours, yours, yours.

“Fuck,” Soobin sobs, “I just want to stay like this forever.”

You can’t even bring yourself to respond verbally, resorting to clenching around him. His sobs grow even louder, hips unrelenting against yours. You wish you had met back in your hometown. You wish he was easily within your reach. You wish you had the liberty of being tangled up with him for the rest of your life. You don’t want to let him go. What can you do when the only person you’ve allowed yourself to feel everything and anything for lives oceans away?

“Baby,” your voice is weak as you scratch up his back, tugging on his nape. “About to cum.”

This only eggs him on faster, now slamming his hips roughly as he chases your orgasm. “F-fuck. I-inside?”

You hum, locking your legs tighter around his waist, “Nowhere else. N-need to have a piece of you with- in me before we fly back tomorrow.”

Your words seem to do wonders for Soobin. Your orgasm hits you at the same time he spills his warmth deep inside. You would’ve teased him about how he came so much if you weren’t twitching from the aftershocks of your release. He stays inside as the two of you unwind, him drawing circles against your hips, trying to soothe it from his death grip from earlier.

“You alright?” he mumbles against your neck, lapping at it gently. You hum in response, running your fingers through his tousled hair. You lay in silence, relishing in each other’s body warmth under the covers. He kisses the top of your head from time to time, breathing in your scent.

“I smell like vomit,” you grimace.

“You smell like sex.”

You roll your eyes, “That too. But I’m too lazy to take a shower. Just want to be with you.”

He taps your thigh, smirking, “Just say you want to take a shower with me.”

And that, you did. He takes his time with you, locking you in his embrace as the water simmers through your bare bodies. Mundane as it is, you bask in the feel of his body pressed against yours. You’d do anything to live in this moment eternally.

When it was time to fly back home, it took everything in you not to lock yourself inside Soobin’s luggage. You had walked hand in hand, waiting for each other’s flights back home. He kept kissing your knuckles, hushing sweet nothings. When your flight had been announced for boarding, you had cried in his arms, desperately wanting to take him with you. Soobin, ever the mediator, kisses the top of your head, promising to be by your side in a few months’ time. You don’t dare to look back when you enter the gate. You’re scared you’ll fall into another fit of sobs.

It’s been 5 months since, and you’re lounging on your couch, waiting for Soobin’s daily good morning message. He had been consistent in giving you even the smallest details of his life, the highlight of each of your days being the video call you hop on for your debriefings until you fall asleep. 

soob ♡: good morning

            : the heat is killing me

Your face lights up as his name pops up on your screen.

: good morning <3

: it’s 17° in seoul though?

soob ♡: wanna see something funny?

: baby it’s too early for your league of legends gameplay

soob ♡: heyyy :( 

            : but please say yes

            : this isn’t related to league i swear

: ?

: okay yes i wanna know something funny

soob ♡: okay maybe this is borderline creepy instead of funny

            : [Sent a photo attachment.]

You shriek as you open the photo, feet immediately waddling over to your front door.

There he is.

Soobin has a large grin on his face when his eyes land on you, a bouquet of lilies in his hand extended towards you. Even so, your favorite flowers dull in comparison to your favorite boy. The bouquet is all forgotten on the ground when you run to his embrace, one that you’ve been longing for. You don’t care if the neighbors could hear your squealing throughout the apartment hallway. He’s here. He’s here. He’s here, and he’s finally all yours.

“I’m home.”

[soobvns]

this is the cutest thing ever omg

[soobvns]

wait what happened to beomgyu after spilled milk😭

he disappeared into the void as his punishment for turning evil

#jk he’s working on himself and has an intern job at a music company. shall expand on this in a spinoff chapter

[soobvns]

h. k ꩜ coffee fiasco

Summary: After making a singular friend at the office, work doesn’t seem as heavy. Too bad stress is always running after you and making a fool of yourself seems to be second nature.

╰┈➤ part two of the tubatu ꩜ 9 to 5 series .ᐟ

warning: toxic work environment, kai being too hot in a suit

This amount of stress you feel cannot be good for someone in their early to mid 20’s. The bustling café just down the street from your office is always busy, a revolving door of customers who think they’re entitled to everything the café can give because they’re dressed in a suit and shaking their expensive watches in the faces of staff who could care less for the extensive show of wealth.

You can’t help but feel a bit rude as you ring off the order Yoon gave you. He’s meeting with investors who are long term partners with the company so they’re used to being treated like royalty everytime they walk into the building. You’re partly surprised there’s not a red carpet rolled out for them when they arrive.

Or that you’re not expected to kiss their feet…

The barista at the register smiles politely when you rattle off your extensive order. You apologise with a hushed voice as Yoon rambles to you from your phone but she offers you a reassured nod, simply used to the demanding nature of finance bros and whatnot. The company card is swiped with a resounding ‘ping!’ and a stressed smile from your part.

Yoon is still rambling and you’ve lost track of what it is exactly. Between the swears and curses of being up so early and having to pander after these people he finally asks how long you’ll take.

Any other time you’d appreciate the cafe. Its minimalist nature is especially appealing in the early morning, nothing too loud or stimulating to look at. But with the buzzing in your ear and the stressful atmosphere you want to be anywhere but here.

“Yes, Mr. Yoon. They’re making it now — no, they’re not scheduled to arrive until 8:40. Yes, I’ll be at the office around 8:30.” Your reply is almost robotic as you feel the last shred of your humanity get torn away. Yoon sighs and accepts your answer, mumbling on about something else as the sound of rustling paper accompanies his voice. You hum and watch lazily as the barista pours your steaming coffees in to-go cups.

A snicker behind you makes your fingers twitch around your device. You excuse yourself for Yoon, explaining that the coffees are ready and you need two hands to carry them. He curtly hangs up on you which would usually irritate you but you’re more annoyed at the stranger laughing at your phone call.

You spin on your heel and expect to face something like a cocky, 5’7 finance bro who finds it particularly funny when he sees female assistants running around. Unfortunately, that’s came from personal experience despite the fact you’re a damn secretary! A fiery retort sits at the tip of your tongue as you turn your neck to face the male behind you.

You almost pale when you notice the familiar lanyard hanging around the neck of the stranger that allows employees into the office building. Your eyes trail up the broad chest of the tall man until you catch his face. He laughs when the strain between your eye drops.

It’s like a model just stepped out of the cover for GQ magazine and landed at your feet.

Tall, dark and handsome. Is this a reoccurring theme with yourself? First Soobin and now this guy with the hottest cocky smirk on his face and an attractively tall nose that makes your mind wander.

You can’t help the bubbling heat that swarms to your cheeks when you fully take in his stupidly handsome face. The irritated expression drops from your face and morphs into a furious pout as you snap back towards the counter, hands sweaty with nerves as the barista sets your cups into a takeaway tray.

Fuck my life and fuck this guy for being hot. Why the fuck does he have to work at the company. Why have I never seen his stupid fucking face before!

The barista barely squeezes enjoy! out before you’re swiftly grabbing the tray and squeezing through the crowded floor. She blinks but moves onto the next order, languidly calling out a name that you don’t care to catch.

Not only are you embarrassed that you almost lost your cool at a stupid laugh but the guy works at your stupid company and his stupid face is stupidly hot. You cannot afford to make more enemies in work — not hot ones.

You weave and dodge customers, head angled so you don’t have to make awkward eye contact with the guy again.

“Awe fuck my life.” You grumble to yourself as you struggle with the cafe door. Your eyes dart around, hoping to see someone else coming to open it for you or a ledge to set your drinks on. You sigh, shifting your weight on one foot as you attempt to steady the tray on one hand to open the door and—

“Here, I‘ve got you.” The cuff of a familiar shirt grabs the pole attached the door just above you. You step back and glance at the same guy you just sheepishly ran away from. Your eyes fall to the cups in your hands as you whisper a a pathetic thank you.

The man nods to motion you to step out of the door. It’s only now that you realise you’re both going to be walking to the same exact place.

You’re tense. Your shoulders subconsciously raise as you try to ignore the brick wall of tension between you and the taller man. You try to focus on the click of your heels or the jingle of the keys in your bag but your brain keeps throwing reminders of the guys features to the front of your mind.

“Sorry, for laughing at you earlier. Just made me laugh that Yoon is a dick.” He sparks up conversation as he falls into step with you. You chew on your lip as you fight back the embarrassment threatening to crawl up your throat. You cannot feel like this today when Yoon is one bad meeting away from beating your ass — and you from chugging the bottle of wine in your fridge later.

You hum, though. Politeness being drilled into you as a child is your worst enemy. You wish you could just ignore people when they speak to you but your body screams and urges you to say at least something.

You sigh, “Not like I’m not used to it. I guess.” The reply is nothing short of monotone. Any other time you’d probably add in a laugh to soften the blow but it’s far too early for this and your nerves are fried already.

The nameless man says nothing in response. You can’t particularly blame him because you wouldn’t know what to say either. He continues to walk with you, leisurely sipping at his coffee.

When the building comes into view you feel a bit of relief. The suited man grabs his ID and scans it at the door before stepping aside to let you in. You nod and shoot him a polite smile, eyes betraying you as they linger a little too long on his face.

He has a mole on his nose. Cute.

Yena, the cute and bubbly receptionist greets you brightly. There’s no time to stop your walk as you warmly greet her back, laughing a little as she takes in your frazzled state. She shouts ‘good luck!’ towards you as she waves you off. Besides Soobin, Yena was your only shred of friendship inside your workplace.

Luckily enough most staff are at their allocated spots by this time. With one glance at the clock placed between the two main elevators, a shred of hope finally presents itself to you.

08:25

“I promise I’m not following you.” Never mind. An airy laugh eerily familiar to the one you heard earlier causes another curse to fall from your more. Your eyes squeeze together as you attempt to pull together a more forgiving expression.

You offer him a half assed laugh. It’s more of a breathy exhale but it’s suffices. The doors open and you’re forced into the small space with him.

“Small world.” You muse as he presses the same floor button that you were going to press. You try to eye his ID but it’s flipped around, blank side facing out. He hums as he sips at his coffee once again.

For a minute the only sound that fills the small space is the gentle humming of the lift and the dinging of each floor. A few people step in and out, using the lift instead of the stairs for a simple floor difference which makes you and the nameless man side eye each other comically.

He coughs as he checks his watch.

The man clears his throat after the other employee leaves the lift. You quick a brow as you look at him, feeling a little less tense than earlier.

“I hope Yoon’s meeting goes well for your sake..” He attempts to make a joke, cringing lightly when you don’t react for a second. You smile at his attempt to create a friendly bridge between you both, “I’ve uh… heard his crashouts.”

That makes you snicker. Truthfully they’re not that bad but it is slightly nerve wrecking. You appreciate his jest.

“They’re something, aren’t they?” You giggle as you eye the floor you’re on. Three away. You readjust the drinks in your arms.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Your name?” You introduce yourself confidently. The way you practiced when you walked in for your interview. The man shoots you a charming smile, “Kai. Nice meeting you properly, y/n. I’ve only heard whispers about the pretty secretary.”

The casualness of Kai’s reply makes your splutter nervously. If you weren’t holding onto the tray so securely you would’ve dropped them from shock. Stupidly, you mumble a meek thanks as you pray for the floor to swallow you. Unlike with Soobin, you don’t care that he’s told you that the office gossips about you.

The lift dings as it reaches your desired floor. Kai walks away casually, leaving you in a flustered state. You barely choke out a reply before you’re forcing yourself out of the lift.

Who the fuck just says that casually?

“So how’d it go?” The crunch of the lettuce under your fork answers Soobin’s question. He’s been watching you angrily stab at the food for the last 10 minutes without much of a word about your day. He cringes when a particularly crunchy crouton cracks under the pressure.

“Tell me, Soobin. Do I have the word ‘dickhead’ written on my fucking forehead?” You scowl as you throw the fork against the styrofoam box. Soobin blinks in surprise, mouth gaping at your uncharacteristic outburst. You groan as you drop your head into your hands, mind swirling with stress.

To say Yoon’s interview didn’t go as planned was an understatement. You’re not entirely sure what happened but whatever direction Yoon wanted to take the company did not align with the investors ideas and a professional fight ensued. You don’t know if they pulled out of investing or not but you were practically berated to send emails and beg for them to reconsider any actions they may take. It didn’t help that while Yoon was in the meeting you had to reschedule his books for next week because he agreed to an event that clashed with previously scheduled meetings.

It was just a shit show.

“That bad, huh?” Soobin frowns at your slumped shoulders. You raise your head to look at him, lips pouted and eyes hooded from exhaustion. Soobin offers you a supportive smile but it doesn’t do much.

“You wouldn’t believe it. I had a shit morning too. Made myself look stupid in front of a guy who worked here and then we got off at the same floor. Why is this my luck?” Soobin laughs a little at your whining. When you shoot him a glare he ceases his laughter with a humorous side eye, sipping at his iced americano. You let your drink sweat sadly beside you. You don’t deserve your nice, freshly prepared drink. Watered down coffee it is for you.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Who was it?” Soobin attempts to soothe your thoughts. You slump back against your seat and glance towards the break room door.

“I think it was like… Kai? He’s tall… tall nose too.” You add the extra detail like it’ll help Soobin. Said man’s eyes light up when he recognises the name.

“Huening Kai!” He gasps excitedly, “We’re actually good friends. He’s Head of Human Resources.” He beams excitedly while your heart drops 10 feet deeper than what it already has today alone. You can’t help when your face drops. Of course these two know each other.

And the fact you almost shot yourself in the foot with the head of HR too.

“Oh my God. Kill me now.” When will the ground just take you? Soobin chooses to ignore your comment and instead flicks out his wrist to check the time. He chooses to ignore a lot of things from you.

You still can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not.

Your phone dings with a notification. It’s a message from Yoon asking for printed copies of the numbers sent by accounting. No rest for the wicked, you guess.

“Break time over?” Soobin asks as he watches you gather your belongings. You nod as you dump your boxes in the bin, grabbing your drink and phone once your hands are free.

“Yeah. Old guy needs me to print stuff he won’t look at twice. Talk to you later?” Soobin nods as you walk away. The friendship between you and Soobin is easy. You thank Mr. Kim everyday for being busy that one day you needed help.

You forgot how loud the office is when you first leave the break room. It’s anxiety inducing and overly stimulating after such a calm lunch.

The walk to the printer is always daunting. Lines of desks trail up the path and the whispers and pointed glares have not gotten easier to deal with yet. In fact, since a few stragglers have seen you on lunch with Soobin there’s been a bit of rumour between you both. You don’t mind and Soobin either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, but the attention still makes your skin prick and hairs stand on end when someone’s eyes linger too long.

They don’t even try to hide when they cup their mouth to whisper something to their neighbour.

You try to suck it up and shoot a friendly smile. Kill them with kindness, something one of your friends said as a joke but you hope it works. You bin your empty drink as you round the corner to the main printing room and wipe your hands on the fabric of your skirt.

The printer has already began humming with your order. It’s just 10 pages, shouldn’t take long but that’s not exactly an easy task for you. You should’ve known that today wouldn’t be exactly easy. The domino effect seems to follow you everywhere in life.

Errr. Schfwap! Zerrk.

A harmony of concerning mechanic noises sounds from the printer which pulls you from your daze. You blink, head turning so fast a warm pain spreads in your lower neck. Your hand cups your neck as you witness the frightening sight of the printer spluttering on your paper, ink smudging and painting the tray with streaks of black ink.

“Oh fuck! No, no, no, no, no!” You cry as you fumble with the small touch screen mounted on the side of the printer. It presents an error screen with no option to click out of it. It doesn’t stop you from banging on it anyway.

It continues to hum as it tries to print more pages. All you can do is whine pathetically as you watch it ruin your life. Not only have you fucked your day over, this is another tally against your name in this office.

It fucking sucks having nothing work out for yourself.

It’s stupid but you feel the tears burn in your eyes before you can stop it. Your face feels impossibly warm, heating with frustration and the emerging feeling of uselessness. The tears begin to blur your vision the longer you stare at the whizzing machine.

It’s the stuff like this that makes your efforts feel fruitless. Your efforts to be the professional person you know you can be. It makes your eyes sting more.

“Damn, bad paper jam?” A low whistle resounds in the office. You gasp, tears spilling past your lashes when you blink suddenly. You’re glad you’re wearing long sleeves because it’s easy to soak up the few stray tears that beaded down your face.

“Uhm… yeah.” You mumble dejectedly. You hope you don’t look like you’ve been crying as you spin on your heel, ready to face whoever is about to blab that you’re crying at a simple paper jam.

“This stupid machine loves to just eat pap— woah. Are you crying?” Of course it’s fucking Kai. Your fingers instinctively reach from your cheeks where the damp trails of tears still soak onto your skin. You shake your head meekly despite the obvious lie.

“No. Just uh… allergies.” You shrug out an excuse. Kai’s grip loosens around the clipboard he’s holding as he takes in your pitiful state. You’re not the same frazzled woman who was carrying coffee too hot to be safe to handle - or the same woman who talked to the CEO like you weren’t scared of his position over you in the cafe. Instead you’re here, defeated by a machine that’s still eating your paper.

“Allergies to a printer?” Kai jokes softly as he sets his clipboard against the desk next to the printer. You nod, sniffing pathetically like some butthurt kid.

You’re so defeated that you don’t care anymore. The usual shame and embarrassment that would consume your entire being is nothing compared to the utterly despairing worthlessness that you feel now. Why does nothing go to plan for you? Even a stupid fucking printer is working against you.

Kai wordlessly motions for you to move out of the way. He expertly messes with the physical panel next to the screen, opening it and fiddling with the physical buttons.

The whirring stops but he continues messing with it. You blink back the leftover tears as he continues to do his work.

Your arms across over your chest as you watch him work devotedly. He pulls the crunched paper from the printing tray and wipes the wet ink from his hand onto his black slacks. The action looks second nature to him.

He reloads the paper tray and presses a few more buttons before clicking the panel closed. He glances at you as he clicks on the touch screen and the printer starts humming again.

Slowly, it prints your paper again. This time nothing gets stuck and a warm stack of paper is presented swiftly to you by a smiling Kai.

You’re lost for words as you accept the warm paper.

“The printer always jams, I guess you were just the unlucky soul this time.” Kai muses and glances over to the printer as it begins humming with his order.

“Thank you, Kai. Really.” You thank softly, “I’m sorry. I don’t usually cry like this.”

You hope he believes you. You hope he doesn’t see you as a crybaby.

“Don’t worry.” Kai replies tenderly, his warm smile washing away a fraction of your worries. It’s quite a contradiction to the interaction earlier. You feel bad for being so cold at the start of the day.

“N-No. Really I—“ Kai cuts you off for the second time today, placing a hand on your shoulder. It startles you enough for your lips to close curiously. He continues, “I get it. Allergies, remember?” He taps a finger against his nose.

A smile cracks on your face. It’s small but it’s real.

“Yeah, allergies.”

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[aweinkai]

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG! ៸ 최범규

៹ sypnosis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 beomgyu rarely loses his cool, obviously not in a fast-paced firm he is handling. but when a trouble came, he unintentionally lashes his annoyance during your presentation. even as your boss, he doesn't have the right to embarrass you. not when you had him on a tight leash after work hours.

៹ pairings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 boss!beomgyu x fem!reader

៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 smut w little to no plot. kinda enemies with benefits. hidden workplace romance. femdom <3

៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 detailed explicit content. sub!gyu + dom!reader. excessive use of the word mommy. p in v. unprotected sex (don't pls). semi-public sex. power play. clothed sex. subspace. oral (f rec). riding. slapping. cursing. degradation kink (m). pet names (good boy, pup, baby). denied orgasm.

៹ word count 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 4400+

YOUR CLOCK MUST BE MALFUNCTIONING AT THIS POINT. Sweeping your gaze around the room, you know that the people in front of you are thinking the same. Today was your scheduled presentation for the promotion to the open Head Manager position. In a confident stance, you are beyond prepared. This is what you have been working on for the last two months. Safe to say that you have finished it with overbearing satisfaction after long nights of research and proper practice.

But of course, what is a corporate life without misfortune and bad luck?

Because out of the thirty days of the month, your boss really chose this day to show up late in your office. It slowly melts your bottled courage and sanctioned words. Your boss, Beomgyu, was never late for any meetings. More so in an important presentation such as yours. He already gave you his word last week as you finalized this specific schedule.

Chewing your lips, your thighs have been bouncing for almost twenty minutes now. Eyes locked into the empty hallway, carrying a silent hope that Beomgyu will show himself in a blink. The soft hum of the projector, alongside the subtle buzz of the aircon, filled the quiet room. The other panels momentarily glared at their watches or scrolled through their phones to pass the time.

Soon, Mr. Jung, one of the department heads, cleared his throat to gather everyone’s attention. Your shoulders dropped from their composed poise, almost certain that he would have your presentation rescheduled because of one person’s doing.

You are gritting your teeth as you try to force a smile, meeting his impatient eyes. He was about to speak when the glass door swung open, revealing a disheveled Beomgyu with his forehead creased and sweat gliding down his temple. All the attention went to him, even holding your crumpled report in hand before carelessly sitting in his assigned chair.

What a way to enter your already ruined presentation.

“Are you all gonna stare at me?” Beomgyu’s deep, demanding voice bombarded the hall, nearly making the person close to you flinch. “Or are we gonna start this presentation?”

Despite being in a state of shock, your body moves before your mind does. Still processing how obnoxious he could be to barge in here, lash out at all of you when he is the one who arrived late. You connected your laptop to the projector before you silently observed the room—some of them are as confused as you are, while some are generally amused by how Beomgyu is acting.

Because he was never like this. He was known as that happy-go-lucky boss who has patience bigger than the firm he is handling. He never did this to past presentations you have been to, he was rarely late, and he never ever looked at you with those dark, glaring eyes as if you would never get things right in your whole life.

“Good day, dearest colleagues, especially to our respective heads. I am—”

“We all know who you are. Please get straight to the point.”

Your mouth hangs open as you stop yourself from scoffing. Beomgyu has his back against the swivel chair, looking at your improper state on the other end of the table. He is getting on your nerves. A fake smile forms on your lips before you turn into the next slide.

“Sure, sir,” You replied, voice tight yet controlled. “I want to begin my presentation by explaining my current position in the—”

Beomgyu audibly sighed, once again interrupting your flow. “The time scheduled for this presentation was only 45 minutes, correct?” He queried, brows furrowing while his eyes questioned the other people inside the room.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, tone going a pitch higher.

Holding on to your last strand of patience, you took a small breath. “Yes, sir.” You answered on behalf of everyone, fist tightly closed to remind yourself of the situation you are in.

You cannot snap at him. Not for now, at least.

“Then why are you not maximizing your time appropriately?” He snarled at you, intently scanning your figure before shifting in his chair. “You are aware that we have already read your report before this meeting, yes?”

His tone remains conceited, fingers now flipping through the pages before tilting his head at the question. Even if you are on the verge of bursting out, you gave him a stiff nod. His tongue poked out his cheeks, “If so, please continue with the reason why you deserve this position.”

You could feel the pitiful looks of your workmates, with some of the heads watching your poor self being rebuked even if your presentation hadn't started yet. The simmering annoyance in your chest has been bubbling, silently reminding you to keep things professional as you are still inside the office premises.

The silence stretches for somber countable minutes. And, under impulsive thinking, you closed your laptop shut. Beomgyu has his gaze locked on your actions, the hint of curiosity behind it almost made you chuckle.

“With all due respect,” You start, directly glaring at him from the other side. “I believe that I deserve this position because I know very well how to juggle my responsibilities no matter how overwhelming they may be.” A small smirk formed on your lips, proudly watching how every word you utter slowly drains the color out of his face.

“And, if you were to consider my credentials, I have a lot of experience in putting people back in their place.” Your smirk grew wider when his pupils began to roam around the place, now unable to maintain eye contact with you. The tension inside the room grew heavy as no one dared to speak after you, some were even entertained by the somewhat spectacle happening in the meeting. And if they only knew the meaning behind your words, their jaws would probably drop to the ground for good, too.

Because the truth is, no matter how many people have perceived him as the perfect boss, he would always come back to you to hang his tongue in exchange for a tiny taste of pleasure. Plus, considering how he whimpers at your mercy after work hours, he doesn't have the right to humiliate you like this.

Since, as per his preference, that is your job.

With Beomgyu going restless in his chair, you cannot help but push his buttons even more. “Some in this room have experienced it firsthand.” You offered a sly smile to everyone in the room, keeping the subtext between you two subtle to avoid any suspicion.

“Which, for what I know, would be a great asset to our firm.”

Silence once again enveloped the room, with several panels giving Beomgyu short glances to check if he was satisfied with your answer. Your boss seems to grow unfocused—breathes heavily with his hand fidgeting above the table. He almost looked like he forgot where he was. Your heart swelled at his posture, knowing his body well enough to recognize those familiar movements.

He is getting turned on. Pathetically so.

“May I entertain some more questions?” You gestured, not letting his horniness ruin this presentation for you. However, they all relied on their answer on Beomgyu, who has his head hanging low. All of these are really getting on your nerves, but still, you managed to steady your poise as the silence continued to ensue.

He spoiled your presentation, and you will make sure that he pays for it.

“CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRESENTATION.”

“You nailed that! If I were you, I would die.”

“Looking forward to being your subordinate, ma'am!”

An obligatory smile is displayed on your lips while your colleagues leave the meeting room. The 45 minutes just ended, and you are now gathering your things while you entertain their comments. You are glad that some heads managed to share their insights about your report, whereas Beomgyu has failed to do so.

Obviously not when you could imagine how embarrassingly hard he must be under the table.

“Thank you, I’ll see you all at lunch.” You replied to each of them, zipping your laptop bag before you turned your gaze at the empty meeting hall. The only ones left are you and your pathetic boss who still can't bring himself to stand up from his chair. For a moment, his eyes met yours, but he instantly looked away. The scoff that you kept on yourself finally spilled out, palms resting at your hips as you gawked at him. Slowly, you walked towards him, heels clanking on the marbled floor.

“Glad you stayed, sir,” You spoke in a tone a bit more fluid than usual. Beomgyu's stare remained on the floor, stripes of sweat gliding on from his forehead the moment you stood beside him.

“Don't you think we have some talking to do?” A giggle almost slipped past your lips when you saw an anxious gulp in his throat, a hand finding the headrest of his swivel chair. You gave the chair a gentle push, forcing him to gradually face you.

“Ha—hm?” Beomgyu's voice got strained in his throat, lips trembling before his eyes finally leveled yours. You cannot help but observe this overall figure that you failed to do when he abruptly arrived. His eyes are heavy, and his skin is nearly pale. His dark brown orbs are also dilated, as if no thoughts are lingering in his head.

Most importantly, his legs are tightly shut. Almost making his stained crotch go past your stare.

“Oh, wow,” The hint of amusement was evident in your voice, brows creasing at the sight. “Did all my talk really make you soil on your slacks?”

A dark chuckle erupts from you when he remains quiet. You leaned in your body closer, lessening the gap between your faces that made him twitch in his seat. “You seem to lose your cool, sir,” You grinned, pushing your knee between his thighs to open his legs wide. He whined at the sudden force, immediately shifting his gaze to the empty hallway to see if anyone was around.

You mimic his actions, slowly dragging your knee to rub his clothed cock. “What do you think your employees would say when they saw how horndog their boss is?” You teased, pressing it a little bit harder.

Low grumbles came from him, trembling hands trying to reach for your exposed thighs as your pencil skirt had hiked up. His palms are cold, weakly trying to get you off his crotch before someone else sees.

“We hah—agreed that…” The panic in his face was ultimately hilarious, especially when your hand starts to cup his cheeks. Applying enough pressure for him to feel your demanding presence, but not tight enough to hurt his flustered flesh.

“Agreed to what?” You whispered, smirking at how hard his cock is under the subtle touch of your knee. “No… No touching in the office?” He hesitantly answered, giving you a short glimpse before bringing his eyes back into the hallway. It was indeed fun to see him be anxious, but you are still pissed about what he did earlier.

You pushed his cheeks harshly, making him softly whine. Then, you stood straight, tugging his arms to force him to stand up. “Be a good boy and fetch the room’s remote.” You spat directly in his ear, using his favorite pet name to leave no room for him to say no. Beomgyu nods at your command, even stumbling forward when you suddenly push him out of the way.

Hastily sitting in his chair, you watched as he timidly reached for the remote control, giving the hallway small looks to keep an eye on other employees. With the remote in hand, he was about to walk when you stopped him with your glare.

“What?” His voice is relatively small, clutching the remote like it is his weapon against you.

“Lock the door.” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at the request, then he blinks at you like he is doubting your words. He seems to be double-thinking whether he should follow your demand, and it just irritates you how it makes him more desirable in your mind.

He is such a beautiful prey in wolf's clothing.

“Would you really keep mommy waiting here?” You sweetly muttered, using his other weakness against him. Beomgyu hurriedly shook his head, frantically walking towards the door to lock it from the inside. Soon, he arrived in front of you, offering the remote as if it were his mere duty to serve you.

“Good Beomie…” You quipped, grabbing the remote to switch the room's clear glass walls into opaque, tinted glass, keeping the situation between you two. Even if you want to humiliate him in front of everyone, you still have some self-decency to maintain your professional image. Beomgyu warily watched the walls, once more anxiously gulping as seconds passed by.

The moment that the walls had fully transitioned, you swiftly grasped his tie, pulling him closer to you. And Beomgyu, ultimately unaware of your move, failed to maintain his balance. Leaving him kneeling in the ground like a sad puppy with one harsh tug.

“Okay, let's start with what you did earlier,” Your fingers are playing with the fabric as you lift your leg on his shoulder. “What gives you the right to humiliate me, hm?” Your other hand went to his soft locks, pulling his strands roughly just to put him back in his headspace.

Beomgyu’s lips are quivering, chest heaving heavily. “I am… I am so—sorry, mommy” He is stumbling on his words, wincing at how you are holding his hair. “I just had a… uhm, a bad day,” He continued, staring at you with those glassy, puppy eyes that made him look dreamy.

Your leg wrapped around his neck starts to grow tighter, teeth gritting with how lame his reason is. “And you made the perfect decision to pour it out in my presentation.” You whispered to yourself, twirling his hair on your fingers before you licked your lips. Deliberately, you yanked his tie to pull him closer, barely satisfied with how pitiful he looked below you.

“You are so good at running your mouth earlier, sir,” You smugly said, letting go of his hair to raise your skirt a tiny bit higher to expose your inner thighs, and of course your panties—that had been soaked with how obedient he had been to you.

“Why not shut that mouth and use those pouty lips in my pussy?”

With the use of your calf wrapped around his neck, you pushed his face between your legs. Beomgyu audibly gasped when he smelled your sweet scent that always shuts down his mind, tongue now hanging as he scoots closer to reach your cunt. You cunningly smiled at the sight, gripping his hair again just to shove him in.

“Mhhmph!” He whined at your sudden action, wiggling his head below you, which made the tip of his nose brush against the soft parts of your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling, tasting a tiny bit of pleasure from his resistance. Before he could even fight back, you hit the back of his head with your palm, adding more pressure to his head to the point he could suffocate.

“Serve me, you little shit,” You exhaled at him, quietly gasping when you felt his warm breath fanning your damped panties. “Did you use your oh-so cool moment to feed your shitty ego, huh?” You scorned, feeling your air going uneven when you finally felt the wetness of his tongue gliding in the fabrics of your panties.

Beomgyu feverishly shook his head before he used his teeth to push the fabrics aside, finally revealing your delicate cunt to him. He whined at the sight, giving you a gentle glance before his tongue spread on your slit. A surge of tingling sensation roamed through your nerves, back unconsciously arching from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that's it,” You tried to keep your moans to yourself, but he is poking at the best spots in your clit has made it impossible. He was always good at giving you what you need, even better that he knows that he needs to serve you just to make up for his mistakes.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, hips now chasing his tongue just feel more satisfying friction. “You love lapping mommy's pussy, don't you?” You hissed, words spilling in your mouth barely cohesive when he skillfully sucked your aching bud. It even got worse when he swirled the tip of his tongue near your hole, amplifying the sensation in your abdomen.

The soft vibrations of his moans added more feeling to your lower stomach. And, alongside it are the nasty sounds of him slurping your wetness, which lands perfectly in your ear. “Such a good boy for letting me fuck your pretty face.” You managed to voice out, feeling yourself being airless from how his tongue moves in unsync directions while his lips continued to inhale your sticky essence.

Soon, a strained squeal left you that almost made him stop teasing your squelching hole. You immediately bit your lower lip to maintain the volume, so hard that you tasted a metallic blood in your buds.

“Is this… Are you o–okay?” Beomgyu mumbled in concern while his face was still buried between your thighs. You gave him a proper look, glassy eyes holding back those chunks of tears, plump lips that are covered in glossy remnants of your juices, and his crimson cheeks that made him extra adorable in your eyes.

Fuck, you would gamble all of your life’s property just to see this view every day.

“No,” Fear instantly struck his flushed face, eyes widely open in shock. You swore that you could almost see the screws of his mind working overtime just to come up with an answer or an action that would satisfy you.

“Because what I want you to use is your cock, not your tongue.”

The immediate shift in his eyes made you giggle, finally letting him go as you untangled your leg from his neck. You found his tie once more, now bringing him close to your lips as you leaned in to reach him.

Beomgyu’s lips are soft, almost too perfect and tender for someone who loves to run his mouth like a fully charged motor. He faintly whined when your tongue licked his bottom lip, his trembling hands cautiously placed in your lap. As his mouth gaped open, you abruptly pushed your tongue inside it, beyond caring if drool started to drip down your chin, or even if your red lipstick stained his face.

He began to suck your tongue that is shoved in his mouth, earnestly accepting everything that you are giving to him. You moaned at the feeling, hand going in to cup his cheeks and push your wet muscle deeper down his throat. It was relatively easy, especially when he was still on his knees.

A choked-up moan left him when his tongue accidentally bumped into yours, making him momentarily cough between the kisses. He tentatively pulled out, ears heating up in embarrassment. You mockingly looked at him, lips parted as you assessed what just happened.

“Oh, Gyu…” You sorrowfully called, clutching his collar to bring him with you as you stood from the chair. “You keep on disappointing me.”

In one swift movement, you switched your positions. And, before you pushed him back on his chair, you carelessly unbuckled his belt to yank down enough fabric to whip his pretty leaking cock. You heard a small whimper from him when your fingers subtly brushed his tip, overly sensitive from all the teasing.

“Such a cute little dick,” You hummed, hastily shoving him back into the seat. Discreetly, you wished that the swivel chair was strong enough to carry both of you before you hopped into his lap, making him silently curse in his breath.

“You'll let me use you like a good puppy, right?” You taunt, holding onto his shoulder for support as you align his tip into your hole. “Good puppies let themselves be fucked inside the meeting hall during work hours, right, pup?” You grilled harsher when he refused to answer, mind halfway in shutting down when his tip finally entered your aching walls.

Beomgyu has his eyes tightly shut, his breath getting ragged with his mouth hanging open. He cannot think straight, even barely comprehending what you are asking him. All he could think about was the warmness of your cunt welcoming his hard cock, and your leaking juices trailing down his length.

With his silence, you cannot help but feel irritated by it. Then, you stopped in the middle of sucking him in, before giving him a harsh slap.

“Fucking puppy is too pussydrunk to think,” You sneered, before clenching your pussy walls around him. He weakly groaned at the pleasure, his cheek tinted with bright red after the slap.

You know that he doesn't mind it. Not when his dick is deeply and perfectly seated inside your cunt

.Not minding if it is too late, Beomgyu managed to grasp the last strand of his sanity to nod at your questions. “Yes, I’m–mhmmp… I am a good puppy,” He mumbled to himself, his cock twitching inside you even in the simplest adjustment of your hip. “Your good pup, me… That's me…” He breathes out, rocking his hips feebly to seek the tiniest friction.

A devilish smirk formed on your lips, momentarily lifting your hips before you dropped your whole weight in his lap. He groaned at the pleasure mixed with the pain, head thrown back in the seat’s chair. “Fuck, you still think you are good to me?” You harshly cupped his cheeks in one hand, picking up the pace of your hips as you thrust above him faster.

“Mhmm–hah… Mommy's good puppy… Haah—” His words are hardly audible from how he is moaning, his hands finding the chair's handles to find support from the overwhelming pleasure your pussy is giving him. You cackled at his posture—his bossy, arrogant persona finally peeling off him the moment you showed the tiniest amount of degradation.

Too ironic for what he should uphold for having the highest position in the company.

“You would never be good enough for me, Beomgyu,” Your tone is filled with loathing and hatred, nails digging in his cheek with how tightly you are grasping them. A side of you knows that you don’t mean anything you've just uttered, but the way he whimpered at the way you ridicule him tells you that he is enjoying every syllable you throw at him.

You could hear the chair squeaking at your every movement, not that you mind, but it still gives you the ultimate satisfaction. The delicious drag of his cock inside your walls felt too blissful, uncontrollably pounding yourself above him like you have lost your mind in lust.

The fusion of your sultry moans echoed loudly in the room, the idea of being caught slipping past your mind as you continuously ram your pussy into his thick length.

“You would always be beneath me,” You jeered, quietly admiring the sublime view of your fucked up boss beneath you. “No matter how hard you try to top me, you just can't and won't.”

Beomgyu timidly moaned as your cunt began to overstimulate his cock by moving in uncoordinated thrusts, making his mind go crazy. You are toying with him, using him in your own need and will, and he is all over it. Strings of frail yes and mommy left his mouth, whole body covered in sweat from how turned on he was.

Even if he has always been disappointingly submissive and clumsy, Beomgyu's dick is probably the most perfect in size, thickness, and shape. Every time he enters you, you could feel your walls adjusting to his very size, with his pulsating veins rubbing the perfect spots deep inside your pussy. With one go, he could surely reach that spongy, sweet area that tingles your nerves heavenly.

“Remember that,” You warned, adjusting your position above him before slamming your hips into his. This time, you finally felt his tip nudging into your cervix, making you wince with how it made you shiver. Beomgyu agitatedly nodded at your words, his hand finally finding your hip before gripping into your flesh like he wanted to rip your skin out.

And that means only one thing—he is about to burst out.

“Wanna cum on mommy's cunt, puppy?” You haughtily asked him, clenching around his cock more tightly, enough to make him groan in overwhelming delight. “Yes—Please, please…” His voice cracked when you started to rock your hips harder, fingers finding both of his nipples to stimulate him even more. Beomgyu's delirious state feeds your dominant pride and ego, making the luscious build-up in your lower stomach grow faster.

“Mommy, fuck—Need to cum…” His hips began to move to meet your hips, not minding if tears are now pouring out of his eyes, or even if his broken voice is heard in the hallway outside. Beomgyu looks so fragile under the lewd grip of your gummy walls, like he would actually lose his ability to breathe and think when stopped abusing his poor sensitive cock.

For which you did. Unmindedly pulling out when you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel, moaning sweetly as you came. Beomgyu was stunned at the sight of your pussy pouring out thick globs of cum, evidently disappointed with how he couldn't lick those juices dripping down your plushy thighs.

Twitching at the feeling, you sighed heavily as you brushed your hair upwards. Beomgyu followed you with his gaze, silently hoping that you won't leave him hanging after you came with the help of his cock. He was then faced with horror when you stood up from sitting above him, jaw in partial shock with his hand reluctantly reaching for yours.

“Wa–wait… Where are you—”

You cut him off by harshly swaying your arms, removing his sweaty palms from yours. With a devilish smile, you faced him. Mind taking note of every emotion on his face as you would love it to be permanently sketched in your brain.

“Go fuck yourself, sir,” You emphasized at the last word, before you gave his cheek a light slap. “You deserve it.”

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wawi's note: i think i went too much w this... still, i missed writing gyu >< sooo, a win is a win !! thank u to my sweetest komibabi for requesting this prompt hehe (i really can't write vanilla, so yeah... i love u though!) thank you for reading, darlings! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! mwa mwa <333

[soobvns]

my beautiful moot is so good at writing

[sunnycombshome]

⋅⋆ ── .°♡ I PUT THAT MAN ON A LEASH… | H. Kai |

—.°.✧'Cause all men are dogs!

❥ ˚₊·CW—: NSFW, pwp, remember when I said I’d fuck him down? Well this is that. Huening Kai is a canon bottom, he’s also canonically beefy, oh and college au!, my missing and nonexistent self control, ESTABLISHED relationship, hinted multiple rounds, slight choking, cowgirl, wet and messy, dacryphilia, overstimulation, drooling, muzzles, fem!reader on top, toys, mentioned an✧l play (m.recieving), multiple ✧rgasms, squirting, praise, capful of degradation, praise, manhandling, my thinly veiled size kink, cursing, unprotected sex, petnames, ‘good boy’ ‘baby’, u get it, n|pple play, dirty talk, kinda rough with him, calls him a sexy little bitch(go with it), but he loves it don’t worry, consent is hot, but careful reading because damn

@bigprofen 😛

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ—Pairings+ + A sweetheart and his girlfriend with the mean streak who’s wayyy out of his league..

.❥A/N>>>English is not my first language .

It was the biggest how; his friends wondered.

How a boy as cute as a cloud on a sunny day got with someone like you?

A pretty menace in heels and French tips with hair and makeup done to perfection while being able to ruin anyone’s day in a single sentence. Icy glares and sentences that sting from a socialite— that was you. Kai was the complete opposite, not to mention he’s a nerd. Anime, manga, old games and their lore, he’s even past level 170 on Wizard101— he wasn’t just a nerd; he was a fucking geek.

So how?

His friends just knew you probably walked their poor Kai like a dog behind closed doors… and they’re not necessarily wrong— but they’re not right either.

Kai himself knows he must have saved the world and probably the polar bears too in a past life to get to be dating you. One kiss from those glossy lips and he was more than willing to do every little thing you commanded. He’d recite the periodic table to amuse you— paint your nails, bring your laundry up, let you do his makeup, it was whatever you wanted.

Outside looking in, it was almost laughable how someone with his size let someone tell him what to do but he couldn’t love where he’s at more. Now, not only were you known as the bitch who’s hot around campus but the one with the oversized nerd always tagging around your heels.

Sure you were bossy and cold on your best day but you were always so sweet to him. In a world full of complexities, the answer is simple. You didn’t want a puppy— you wanted a big dog. Knows when to shut up, follow commands and shower you with affection. So, when you passed him in the hallway, trying to make himself look smaller when your clique strolled by— there was no hesitation when you asked him out. Huening Kai likes pretty things with their own XP like dungeons he couldn’t beat on his best run though.

You don’t walk him though.

He gets his leash for you.

“Mmphh!.. Nhgh-!!”

Or in this case his muzzle.

His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain but the size of his pupils tell a different story; tearily staring up at you while you use him to fuck yourself silly.

“Hmmph!”

Straddling his toned waist, you lift yourself up only to slam back down his fat length in blissfully rough strokes. Each one has Kai painfully aware of the mess going on where you’re both connected.

A filthy mixture of your squirt on his lower abs and inner thighs, your wetness downright sopping because the cum from his previous loads have formed creamy rings around the base of his overstimulated cock— dripping down his heavy balls to wet his plug-stretched hole.

The rosy flush on his skin is divine, messy hair splayed about the pillows while he keens and whimpers like the desperate mutt he always is when it comes comes to you but stays on his best behavior. For you.

“Fucckkk! Feels sooo good…”, you moan drunkenly, swiveling your hips down to grind his weeping slit into your g-spot. “Prettiest toy with the fattest cock”, throwing your head back, you brace your hands against the meat of his broad chest, griiiinding back and forth— dragging your clit along the underside of your favorite vein of his in heated bliss.

“Ghkk…mmfh!” The whimper tears out of his throat broken, ruined and pathetic. Drool leaks from the sides of his muzzle to join his tears.

Helpless, Kai watches you lick it off him, using his momentary distraction to tweak and pull at his puffy nipples hard. A shrill cry gets trapped behind his muzzle, glazed eyes shooting to the back of his skull, engorged cock throbbing inside you when you tighten– choking him with your sloppy walls.

“Thaaat’s it”, you coo, quickening your pace, hands fitting around his neck like a collar and getting closer to another orgasm just looking at the fucked out mess beneath you. “Bein’ s-so good f’me-…my good boy..”

You’re back to pounding yourself up and down on him, shaking his body and the bed with your harsh movements. The wet plap plap plap plap plap with the obscene slurps of your stuffed cunt having him losing it.

And you can tell.

Kai is shaking like a leaf– drooling, poor asshole spasming around the thick toy you fucked him with earlier.

“Y’ so pretty, huh baby?”

Bringing your head down to his beefy chest, you latch on to one of his nipples and suck. His reaction is nothing short of pleasing— hot precum shoots out in rivulets; adding to the mess inside you. Hissing in pleasure, rubbing your sweet spot raw with each dizzying pump of your hips; you grind the puffy nub between your teeth and bite— lighting searing pleasure up his spine. Kai’s whole body shocks and it sounds like he’s babbling but less human and more guttural, sobbing out wrecked bleats.

You find you actually want him to say it back to you. That he is pretty— very pretty in fact. Reaching your fingers up to his mouth, you pop the bar of the muzzle from between his teeth, voice cracking like a whip.

“Speak.”

And he’s so cute when he listens. Jumping to obey you like he always does, even now. High off pleasure and overstimulation his soft voice chokes out after you.

“M- I’m so pretty..!” Should he get checked out for liking the frighteningly pleased grin on your face?

You fuck him even deeper now— to the point where he swears he’s liable to catch a fever from how hot your insides are running. The stretch is mouth-watering because he’s just that big and you love it. Fitting the muzzle back between his teeth, you lean down to bite the whorl of his flushed ear. “Sexy little bitch…”

The drool leaking out from his muzzle is copious at this point– wetting his neck and your hand so much to where you have to move it. Without missing a beat, you’re even rougher on his other nipple. Greedily sucking like he can give you milk if you keep it up long enough before closing your teeth down around the stiff peak— lapping the leftover tinges of pain away with another suffocatingly hot roll of your pussy. Kai swears he’s melting.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh god-

You’re going to milk him.

The sounds behind his muzzle are sloppy and mindless, empty head lolling to the side as his eyes start to flutter— thoroughly ruined. Kai chokes on another hiccuping wail, hole sucking the plug stuffed in it as his balls tighten up. High pitched keens bleed through, swollen cock throbbing borderline painfully inside the drooling hole he’s stuffed in–

..and he comes apart.

Like a broken nozzle, cum squirts out in fat chords, filling you with his cream and it’s so intense he’s worried his heart might stop.

It’s so hot and you already feel so full that your own orgasm is triggered. Gritting your teeth, the heat coursing through you starts of as a little spatter but ends up gushing out of you, spraying the hard muscles of Huening’s body with your squirt— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it.

“O-ooh! Good boy Hyuka, cummin’ aaallll in your pussy- fuck!”

Suddenly, he’s able to see his own health bar.

If he dies from this, he’ll die one blessed man.

Panting, his ears ring as you hump away at his cock; not giving a fuck if he was shooting blanks at this point.

When you finally stop, slurred moans and hoarse whimpers are what fill the room. Kai looking up at you sitting pretty stuffed full of him with dazed little hearts in his eyes….

It’s also the first time he tells you as soon as his mouth is free that—

“..l-love you…”

[soobvns]

holy. shit

[soobvns]

h. k ꩜ coffee fiasco

Summary: After making a singular friend at the office, work doesn’t seem as heavy. Too bad stress is always running after you and making a fool of yourself seems to be second nature.

╰┈➤ part two of the tubatu ꩜ 9 to 5 series .ᐟ

warning: toxic work environment, kai being too hot in a suit

This amount of stress you feel cannot be good for someone in their early to mid 20’s. The bustling café just down the street from your office is always busy, a revolving door of customers who think they’re entitled to everything the café can give because they’re dressed in a suit and shaking their expensive watches in the faces of staff who could care less for the extensive show of wealth.

You can’t help but feel a bit rude as you ring off the order Yoon gave you. He’s meeting with investors who are long term partners with the company so they’re used to being treated like royalty everytime they walk into the building. You’re partly surprised there’s not a red carpet rolled out for them when they arrive.

Or that you’re not expected to kiss their feet…

The barista at the register smiles politely when you rattle off your extensive order. You apologise with a hushed voice as Yoon rambles to you from your phone but she offers you a reassured nod, simply used to the demanding nature of finance bros and whatnot. The company card is swiped with a resounding ‘ping!’ and a stressed smile from your part.

Yoon is still rambling and you’ve lost track of what it is exactly. Between the swears and curses of being up so early and having to pander after these people he finally asks how long you’ll take.

Any other time you’d appreciate the cafe. Its minimalist nature is especially appealing in the early morning, nothing too loud or stimulating to look at. But with the buzzing in your ear and the stressful atmosphere you want to be anywhere but here.

“Yes, Mr. Yoon. They’re making it now — no, they’re not scheduled to arrive until 8:40. Yes, I’ll be at the office around 8:30.” Your reply is almost robotic as you feel the last shred of your humanity get torn away. Yoon sighs and accepts your answer, mumbling on about something else as the sound of rustling paper accompanies his voice. You hum and watch lazily as the barista pours your steaming coffees in to-go cups.

A snicker behind you makes your fingers twitch around your device. You excuse yourself for Yoon, explaining that the coffees are ready and you need two hands to carry them. He curtly hangs up on you which would usually irritate you but you’re more annoyed at the stranger laughing at your phone call.

You spin on your heel and expect to face something like a cocky, 5’7 finance bro who finds it particularly funny when he sees female assistants running around. Unfortunately, that’s came from personal experience despite the fact you’re a damn secretary! A fiery retort sits at the tip of your tongue as you turn your neck to face the male behind you.

You almost pale when you notice the familiar lanyard hanging around the neck of the stranger that allows employees into the office building. Your eyes trail up the broad chest of the tall man until you catch his face. He laughs when the strain between your eye drops.

It’s like a model just stepped out of the cover for GQ magazine and landed at your feet.

Tall, dark and handsome. Is this a reoccurring theme with yourself? First Soobin and now this guy with the hottest cocky smirk on his face and an attractively tall nose that makes your mind wander.

You can’t help the bubbling heat that swarms to your cheeks when you fully take in his stupidly handsome face. The irritated expression drops from your face and morphs into a furious pout as you snap back towards the counter, hands sweaty with nerves as the barista sets your cups into a takeaway tray.

Fuck my life and fuck this guy for being hot. Why the fuck does he have to work at the company. Why have I never seen his stupid fucking face before!

The barista barely squeezes enjoy! out before you’re swiftly grabbing the tray and squeezing through the crowded floor. She blinks but moves onto the next order, languidly calling out a name that you don’t care to catch.

Not only are you embarrassed that you almost lost your cool at a stupid laugh but the guy works at your stupid company and his stupid face is stupidly hot. You cannot afford to make more enemies in work — not hot ones.

You weave and dodge customers, head angled so you don’t have to make awkward eye contact with the guy again.

“Awe fuck my life.” You grumble to yourself as you struggle with the cafe door. Your eyes dart around, hoping to see someone else coming to open it for you or a ledge to set your drinks on. You sigh, shifting your weight on one foot as you attempt to steady the tray on one hand to open the door and—

“Here, I‘ve got you.” The cuff of a familiar shirt grabs the pole attached the door just above you. You step back and glance at the same guy you just sheepishly ran away from. Your eyes fall to the cups in your hands as you whisper a a pathetic thank you.

The man nods to motion you to step out of the door. It’s only now that you realise you’re both going to be walking to the same exact place.

You’re tense. Your shoulders subconsciously raise as you try to ignore the brick wall of tension between you and the taller man. You try to focus on the click of your heels or the jingle of the keys in your bag but your brain keeps throwing reminders of the guys features to the front of your mind.

“Sorry, for laughing at you earlier. Just made me laugh that Yoon is a dick.” He sparks up conversation as he falls into step with you. You chew on your lip as you fight back the embarrassment threatening to crawl up your throat. You cannot feel like this today when Yoon is one bad meeting away from beating your ass — and you from chugging the bottle of wine in your fridge later.

You hum, though. Politeness being drilled into you as a child is your worst enemy. You wish you could just ignore people when they speak to you but your body screams and urges you to say at least something.

You sigh, “Not like I’m not used to it. I guess.” The reply is nothing short of monotone. Any other time you’d probably add in a laugh to soften the blow but it’s far too early for this and your nerves are fried already.

The nameless man says nothing in response. You can’t particularly blame him because you wouldn’t know what to say either. He continues to walk with you, leisurely sipping at his coffee.

When the building comes into view you feel a bit of relief. The suited man grabs his ID and scans it at the door before stepping aside to let you in. You nod and shoot him a polite smile, eyes betraying you as they linger a little too long on his face.

He has a mole on his nose. Cute.

Yena, the cute and bubbly receptionist greets you brightly. There’s no time to stop your walk as you warmly greet her back, laughing a little as she takes in your frazzled state. She shouts ‘good luck!’ towards you as she waves you off. Besides Soobin, Yena was your only shred of friendship inside your workplace.

Luckily enough most staff are at their allocated spots by this time. With one glance at the clock placed between the two main elevators, a shred of hope finally presents itself to you.

08:25

“I promise I’m not following you.” Never mind. An airy laugh eerily familiar to the one you heard earlier causes another curse to fall from your more. Your eyes squeeze together as you attempt to pull together a more forgiving expression.

You offer him a half assed laugh. It’s more of a breathy exhale but it’s suffices. The doors open and you’re forced into the small space with him.

“Small world.” You muse as he presses the same floor button that you were going to press. You try to eye his ID but it’s flipped around, blank side facing out. He hums as he sips at his coffee once again.

For a minute the only sound that fills the small space is the gentle humming of the lift and the dinging of each floor. A few people step in and out, using the lift instead of the stairs for a simple floor difference which makes you and the nameless man side eye each other comically.

He coughs as he checks his watch.

The man clears his throat after the other employee leaves the lift. You quick a brow as you look at him, feeling a little less tense than earlier.

“I hope Yoon’s meeting goes well for your sake..” He attempts to make a joke, cringing lightly when you don’t react for a second. You smile at his attempt to create a friendly bridge between you both, “I’ve uh… heard his crashouts.”

That makes you snicker. Truthfully they’re not that bad but it is slightly nerve wrecking. You appreciate his jest.

“They’re something, aren’t they?” You giggle as you eye the floor you’re on. Three away. You readjust the drinks in your arms.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Your name?” You introduce yourself confidently. The way you practiced when you walked in for your interview. The man shoots you a charming smile, “Kai. Nice meeting you properly, y/n. I’ve only heard whispers about the pretty secretary.”

The casualness of Kai’s reply makes your splutter nervously. If you weren’t holding onto the tray so securely you would’ve dropped them from shock. Stupidly, you mumble a meek thanks as you pray for the floor to swallow you. Unlike with Soobin, you don’t care that he’s told you that the office gossips about you.

The lift dings as it reaches your desired floor. Kai walks away casually, leaving you in a flustered state. You barely choke out a reply before you’re forcing yourself out of the lift.

Who the fuck just says that casually?

“So how’d it go?” The crunch of the lettuce under your fork answers Soobin’s question. He’s been watching you angrily stab at the food for the last 10 minutes without much of a word about your day. He cringes when a particularly crunchy crouton cracks under the pressure.

“Tell me, Soobin. Do I have the word ‘dickhead’ written on my fucking forehead?” You scowl as you throw the fork against the styrofoam box. Soobin blinks in surprise, mouth gaping at your uncharacteristic outburst. You groan as you drop your head into your hands, mind swirling with stress.

To say Yoon’s interview didn’t go as planned was an understatement. You’re not entirely sure what happened but whatever direction Yoon wanted to take the company did not align with the investors ideas and a professional fight ensued. You don’t know if they pulled out of investing or not but you were practically berated to send emails and beg for them to reconsider any actions they may take. It didn’t help that while Yoon was in the meeting you had to reschedule his books for next week because he agreed to an event that clashed with previously scheduled meetings.

It was just a shit show.

“That bad, huh?” Soobin frowns at your slumped shoulders. You raise your head to look at him, lips pouted and eyes hooded from exhaustion. Soobin offers you a supportive smile but it doesn’t do much.

“You wouldn’t believe it. I had a shit morning too. Made myself look stupid in front of a guy who worked here and then we got off at the same floor. Why is this my luck?” Soobin laughs a little at your whining. When you shoot him a glare he ceases his laughter with a humorous side eye, sipping at his iced americano. You let your drink sweat sadly beside you. You don’t deserve your nice, freshly prepared drink. Watered down coffee it is for you.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Who was it?” Soobin attempts to soothe your thoughts. You slump back against your seat and glance towards the break room door.

“I think it was like… Kai? He’s tall… tall nose too.” You add the extra detail like it’ll help Soobin. Said man’s eyes light up when he recognises the name.

“Huening Kai!” He gasps excitedly, “We’re actually good friends. He’s Head of Human Resources.” He beams excitedly while your heart drops 10 feet deeper than what it already has today alone. You can’t help when your face drops. Of course these two know each other.

And the fact you almost shot yourself in the foot with the head of HR too.

“Oh my God. Kill me now.” When will the ground just take you? Soobin chooses to ignore your comment and instead flicks out his wrist to check the time. He chooses to ignore a lot of things from you.

You still can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not.

Your phone dings with a notification. It’s a message from Yoon asking for printed copies of the numbers sent by accounting. No rest for the wicked, you guess.

“Break time over?” Soobin asks as he watches you gather your belongings. You nod as you dump your boxes in the bin, grabbing your drink and phone once your hands are free.

“Yeah. Old guy needs me to print stuff he won’t look at twice. Talk to you later?” Soobin nods as you walk away. The friendship between you and Soobin is easy. You thank Mr. Kim everyday for being busy that one day you needed help.

You forgot how loud the office is when you first leave the break room. It’s anxiety inducing and overly stimulating after such a calm lunch.

The walk to the printer is always daunting. Lines of desks trail up the path and the whispers and pointed glares have not gotten easier to deal with yet. In fact, since a few stragglers have seen you on lunch with Soobin there’s been a bit of rumour between you both. You don’t mind and Soobin either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, but the attention still makes your skin prick and hairs stand on end when someone’s eyes linger too long.

They don’t even try to hide when they cup their mouth to whisper something to their neighbour.

You try to suck it up and shoot a friendly smile. Kill them with kindness, something one of your friends said as a joke but you hope it works. You bin your empty drink as you round the corner to the main printing room and wipe your hands on the fabric of your skirt.

The printer has already began humming with your order. It’s just 10 pages, shouldn’t take long but that’s not exactly an easy task for you. You should’ve known that today wouldn’t be exactly easy. The domino effect seems to follow you everywhere in life.

Errr. Schfwap! Zerrk.

A harmony of concerning mechanic noises sounds from the printer which pulls you from your daze. You blink, head turning so fast a warm pain spreads in your lower neck. Your hand cups your neck as you witness the frightening sight of the printer spluttering on your paper, ink smudging and painting the tray with streaks of black ink.

“Oh fuck! No, no, no, no, no!” You cry as you fumble with the small touch screen mounted on the side of the printer. It presents an error screen with no option to click out of it. It doesn’t stop you from banging on it anyway.

It continues to hum as it tries to print more pages. All you can do is whine pathetically as you watch it ruin your life. Not only have you fucked your day over, this is another tally against your name in this office.

It fucking sucks having nothing work out for yourself.

It’s stupid but you feel the tears burn in your eyes before you can stop it. Your face feels impossibly warm, heating with frustration and the emerging feeling of uselessness. The tears begin to blur your vision the longer you stare at the whizzing machine.

It’s the stuff like this that makes your efforts feel fruitless. Your efforts to be the professional person you know you can be. It makes your eyes sting more.

“Damn, bad paper jam?” A low whistle resounds in the office. You gasp, tears spilling past your lashes when you blink suddenly. You’re glad you’re wearing long sleeves because it’s easy to soak up the few stray tears that beaded down your face.

“Uhm… yeah.” You mumble dejectedly. You hope you don’t look like you’ve been crying as you spin on your heel, ready to face whoever is about to blab that you’re crying at a simple paper jam.

“This stupid machine loves to just eat pap— woah. Are you crying?” Of course it’s fucking Kai. Your fingers instinctively reach from your cheeks where the damp trails of tears still soak onto your skin. You shake your head meekly despite the obvious lie.

“No. Just uh… allergies.” You shrug out an excuse. Kai’s grip loosens around the clipboard he’s holding as he takes in your pitiful state. You’re not the same frazzled woman who was carrying coffee too hot to be safe to handle - or the same woman who talked to the CEO like you weren’t scared of his position over you in the cafe. Instead you’re here, defeated by a machine that’s still eating your paper.

“Allergies to a printer?” Kai jokes softly as he sets his clipboard against the desk next to the printer. You nod, sniffing pathetically like some butthurt kid.

You’re so defeated that you don’t care anymore. The usual shame and embarrassment that would consume your entire being is nothing compared to the utterly despairing worthlessness that you feel now. Why does nothing go to plan for you? Even a stupid fucking printer is working against you.

Kai wordlessly motions for you to move out of the way. He expertly messes with the physical panel next to the screen, opening it and fiddling with the physical buttons.

The whirring stops but he continues messing with it. You blink back the leftover tears as he continues to do his work.

Your arms across over your chest as you watch him work devotedly. He pulls the crunched paper from the printing tray and wipes the wet ink from his hand onto his black slacks. The action looks second nature to him.

He reloads the paper tray and presses a few more buttons before clicking the panel closed. He glances at you as he clicks on the touch screen and the printer starts humming again.

Slowly, it prints your paper again. This time nothing gets stuck and a warm stack of paper is presented swiftly to you by a smiling Kai.

You’re lost for words as you accept the warm paper.

“The printer always jams, I guess you were just the unlucky soul this time.” Kai muses and glances over to the printer as it begins humming with his order.

“Thank you, Kai. Really.” You thank softly, “I’m sorry. I don’t usually cry like this.”

You hope he believes you. You hope he doesn’t see you as a crybaby.

“Don’t worry.” Kai replies tenderly, his warm smile washing away a fraction of your worries. It’s quite a contradiction to the interaction earlier. You feel bad for being so cold at the start of the day.

“N-No. Really I—“ Kai cuts you off for the second time today, placing a hand on your shoulder. It startles you enough for your lips to close curiously. He continues, “I get it. Allergies, remember?” He taps a finger against his nose.

A smile cracks on your face. It’s small but it’s real.

“Yeah, allergies.”

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DRUNK BOYF DUTIES AT HOME ! mdni

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

10,O99 ━━━━━ 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 can feel him staring.

“What?” you ask without turning.

“Nothing.” A pause. “My girlfriend is cute.”

You glance back at him. “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah,” he says easily. “And you’re cute.”

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.

Your chest tightens a little at the sleepy vulnerability in his voice. His grip around your waist grows heavier when you card your fingers through his hair again, nails dragging lightly over his scalp in a way that pulls a quiet sound from deep in his chest.

“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 want. He kisses you again before you can answer, deeper, hungrier, 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.”

“You called me every day.”

“And suffered every second.”

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.”

“Cruel.”

“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.

“Fucking hell, Y/N—”

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 fingers leave you completely. While he’s still chuckling softly, he reaches down and wraps his long fingers around his cock, 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.

“Wait,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. 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.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, still smiling as the giggles fade into something warmer, more desperate.

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. Domestic. Familiar. Safe.

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, baby” 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.

“Bin?” 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.”

“Stay there.”

“Baby, 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.

mari's note: had so much fun writing this mwahahahah

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this is the best thing i’ve read in a minute holy shit