you said it flatly, arms crossed as you stood at the edge of the bed, watching sohee already tucked under the covers with your 7 month old son fast asleep against his chest.
sohee blinked up at you, confused. “what?”
“he’s not sleeping in here.”
“babe …”
“sohee, no. we talked about this. we said we weren’t doing bed sharing.”
“but he fell asleep on me. what was i supposed to do? wake him up?”
“yes!” you pointed toward the door. “and bring him to his room. where he sleeps. in his crib. like he has for the past seven months.”
peanut stirred slightly, shifting just enough to make a soft sigh against sohee’s shirt, completely unaware of the war being waged around him.
sohee lowered his voice. “he had a hard night.”
“he always has a hard night when it’s time to go in his crib. he knows what he’s doing.”
“he’s a baby.”
you narrowed your eyes. “don’t do that.”
"do what?"
“the thing where guilt trip me into breaking all the rules.”
“... is it working?”
you sighed. hard. then stepped forward and carefully scooped peanut from his chest, watching as he stirred for a moment and then settled again against your shoulder.
“he’s sleeping in his crib. we can’t keep doing this.”
sohee stood up and reached over to rub your back, gentle. “you’re right.”
“thank you.”
“but he does look very cute when he’s all stretched out like a little starfish …”
you glared at him over your shoulder. he raised both hands in mock surrender. “not saying anything. you’re the boss.”
as you carried peanut down the hallway, you muttered under your breath, “yeah. and the boss is exhausted.” but still you laid him down, turned on the monitor, and crept back to your room with that small ache in your chest.
i know people see sohee as the submissive type... but i really think he's a switch... i swear he can cum just by eating pussy!!!!
i literally can imagine him being pussy hungry... he could beg you to let him eat you out, but the minute he's between your thighs... it's game over
eating you out and loving the feeling of your hands gripping his hair.. he is obsessed with you NEEDING him so you could cum. trapping his head between your thighs, cumming all over his face, only for him to keep eating you out. he wont stop until he's satisfied.
watching you shake from the release, he loves how your breathing gets heavy right after. he would take that as an advantage to make you cum again. thinking it's over but it never is <3
DONT EVEN PLAY LAD. i subscribe to sohee bubble SO HE SENT THESE TO MY INBOX DIRECTLY!!!!!!!! IM SO CRAZY AND STRANGE ABOUT HIM IM SO SERIOUS!!!!!!
the beanie selfie gagged me already but GIRL DONT EVEN PLAYYYYYYYYYY ABOUT THE OTHER PICTURES OH MY GOD 😭😭 LIKE IM ACTUALLY INSANE
that's my mfkn baby.. that's my man... that's him yeah he's mine...... i wish i was lying when i tell you the ideas were FLYING in my head....
more below the cut — lmk if i should write out a full fic for this lol
that's my sweet, innocent, nerdy otaku bf. you're the baddie (lowkey manipulative) gf he bagged by being strange and charismatic. pov you two have a fight (he's definitely in the right but you're arguing against him) to the point where he's about to leave your apartment. he has his hand on the door handle but you call out his name with a pout :(( and he turns around and sees you, perched all pretty on the couch, frowning :(
"you're not going to leave me, are you?"
your legs are draped across the couch, crossed at the ankle. a blanket is draped across your upper thighs, so all sohee sees are your legs. the pretty line of your collarbone is exposed as a result of you tugging down your off-shoulder sweatshirt as low as it can go. the back of the couch obstructs sohee's view of your midsection, but he doesn't need to see anymore of you before he crosses the room back to you.
"no, baby," he breathes, cupping your pouting face in his hands so gently. "i'm sorry. i was wrong, i'm so sorry, my pretty. i'll never do that again, ok? you were right. i love you so much yn, thank you for giving me a chance." the words tumble out of his mouth like a stream.
there's so much worry in his eyes as his lips form into a pout mirroring yours, waiting for your response.
"i forgive you," you mumble, bringing your hand to his that are cupping your face. "kiss?"
he nods almost violently, bringing his face down to yours until your lips touch. you try not to smile against his lips. you can tell how careful he's trying to be, and it almost makes you feel bad for making him apologize when you know you were in the wrong.
@ sohee — i’ve been wanting you for so long, how could i say no when you finally feel the same way ? . cws : unprotected sex . creampie . oral (f) - only one mention . wc : 1.4k+ . genre : smut
a/n : this might actually be my favorite thing i’ve written so far i swear 😭 i also 100% blame @dearmyouth for this, thank you for giving me the sohee brainrot i finally get the hype 🙌🏻
BEST-FRIEND! SOHEE who has never been particularly good at hiding his attraction towards you.
it wasn’t like he ever acted on it or made you feel uncomfortable because of it, all the glances he took up and down your body discrete enough, and any riskier touches he dared somehow always safe enough to still be passed as coming from a friend who just happened to be a bit clingier. you were pretty close after all, so no one ever suspected a thing — however, you did notice those small details, to you they were pretty obvious at least.
you knew how sohee looked at his other friends, and you also knew how he looked at the girls he found attractive, and his gaze towards you somehow always seemed to lean more towards the latter. you also knew that even on his clingiest days he was never as clingy as he always seemed to be when it came to you, especially when you two were alone. you had always known he liked you, and assumed it was just a small crush at most, so you never cared, thinking it would eventually go away, that he’d get tired of it and move on.
apparently though, that wouldn’t be the case.
over time sohee seemed to get more desperate. he was still never disrespectful, but you could see his slip ups, how he’d make comments that had a double meaning without noticing, ending up blushing and getting a bit awkward when he did process his words, or how he’d reach out to hold your hand or hug you when he had never seemed all that inclined towards that sort of more intimate gesture in the first place. it was getting to be too much, and what you thought would be something temporary, was very quickly proving itself to be quite the opposite. you almost felt bad for sohee, because you could see how guilty he felt over the whole thing, and you thought that was endearing, how he valued your friendship enough to not wanna risk losing it over his own feelings.
maybe all he needed was a little sign, something that would let him know that maybe you weren’t so against exploring a romantic relationship with him after all — so you gave him just that, asking him if he wanted to kiss you one night when you found yourselves all alone in his apartment, the tv screen the only thing lightning up the living room as you both talked to each other, barely paying attention to whatever was paying.
even in the dim-lighted room you could see how sohee’s eyes kept darting towards your lips when you spoke, how his own stayed parted whenever he didn’t chew on them anxiously. how his hands seemed to seek yours, inching closer to you under the wide blanket you shared only to snap back to his lap when he noticed what he was doing. you thought you could also see a faint blush adorn his cheeks up to the tip of his ears, and as if that wasn’t enough motivation for you to want to tease him a bit, you eventually noticed the small tent forming on his crotch once the topic of your conversation turned to one ever so slightly spicier — that truly being the last drop, the last reason you needed to ask him if he wanted to kiss you.
sohee stumbled on his words when the question left your mouth, and you could almost see the gears turning inside his head, temptation and lust very clearly starting to cloud his judgment as he looked at you, eyes focused on yours. he did utter out a small “yeah” though, immediately taking the first step and guiding you to lay down on the couch, going to hover over you, his face mere centimeters away from yours. you could also see the last bits of self-restraint leaving his body when he asked you if you were sure, and as soon as you said “yes”, he was on you, his lips ravaging yours as if he had been dreaming of that moment for years (which, all things considered, he had).
sohee’s touch could only be described as curious and desperate at that moment. his kiss was needy, thirsty, tasting every bit of you he could and damn near begging for more when he felt you pull away for a breath of air. both your lips were red and shiny after the first round, the seconds you spent in silence being occupied by your eyes locked on each other, as if you were having a silent conversation, wordlessly agreeing that a kiss, although nice, wasn’t enough.
when he leaned down again, sohee kept up the energy. his lips pressed into yours frantically, his teeth even clanking against yours and his tongue reaching to explore every bit of you it could. this time though his hands didn’t stay politely by your sides, instead traveling up and down your body, sneaking under your shirt and feeling up directly against your skin, smiling against your lips because of the small trail of goosebumps his cold fingers left behind. somewhere along the way, between a lot of kissing and small, shy moans being shared, you finally found yourselves naked, distinct piles of clothes scattered around the dark living room’s floor and your bodies back on the couch, sohee sitting down in the middle of it with his legs spread while you were on top of him, slowing lowering yourself on his cock. you were absolutely soaked — he had made sure of that by making you cum on his tongue once before — and his dick was as hard as it had ever been, his erection painful if he was being honest, fat beads of pre-cum slipping past his slit and dampening his pink tip, leaving a shiny trail from it down to his base.
once you had finally pushed all of sohee into your heat, you both sighed in relief — said relief being short-lived because your combined desperation quickly kicked in, leaving you both eager for more. you started moving up and down on sohee’s lap, his hands resting at your waist, helping guide you, while loud lewd sounds spread across the room, your moans shameless and the sticky sound of your slick mixing with his pre-cum as your hips hit against sohee’s didn’t help in any way. you didn’t care though, already too overtaken by your own arousals, only focused on each other, on how you felt.
sohee filled you up perfectly, as if his cock had been made for your cunt, his tip hitting the perfect spot when he bottomed out, making you mewl his name, asking for more — and because he could never say no to you, sohee stopped you for a second just so he could flip you both, changing position so you laid on the couch and he was on top of you, your legs circled around his waist tightly and his chest pressed flush against yours, one of his arms laced around your waist while his other hand had it’s fingers digging into one of your thighs. your bodies were glued to each other, so up-close you swore you had never been as pressed up against another person. you felt every single one of sohee’s movements — felt his abdomen tense when he pistoned his hips into yours, his thighs tense with every thrust, even how uneven his breath was because of the way his chest moved up and down. it was personal, as intimate as sex could be, and you weren’t sure you would be able to live without it now that you had experienced it.
sohee kept going, moving in and out of you swiftly and whispering small nothings against your neck, telling you how pretty you were, how good you felt, how badly he had been wanting this. he was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice his orgasm approaching, only taking note when it was too late and his dick was twitching inside your pussy, filling you up with cum to the brim. you didn’t mind though, and although the feeling of his seed spilling into you brought sohee out of his trance almost immediately, barely even able to enjoy his orgasm out of worriedness, it only heightened your pleasure, his high triggering yours as you came around him, plush walls pulsing around his cock and milking him dry, creaming around his girth as you screamed his name. seeing your state made sohee get back into it, his apprehensiveness lasting nothing more than a few seconds as he continued with his movements, thrusting into you now at a slower pace, letting you both catch your breath while you calmed down.
it all felt a bit surreal, how sudden everything seemed to have happened and most of all how good it all felt, but you knew that wouldn’t be the last time you’d experience it — you’d make sure it wasn’t.
the room was dim, only the soft glow of the lamp spilling across the walls. peanut was heavy in sohee’s arms, his breathing already starting to even out. sohee rocked gently. his voice came out low and quiet, more breath than sound.
“close your eyes. have no fear,” he murmured as he sang, the melody soft and steady. not for anyone else. just for the tiny boy tucked under his chin. peanut’s fingers curled into the fabric of sohee’s shirt, grip loosening little by little. his lashes fluttered, mouth parting slightly as sleep pulled him under.
sohee smiled down at the little boy in his arms, continuing softly. “beautiful boy,” his voice wavered just a little, emotion catching before he could stop it.
he didn’t notice you in the doorway.
you leaned against the frame, watching quietly. peanut was almost asleep now, cheek pressed against sohee’s chest, completely at peace. sohee rocked him, still singing under his breath, thinking it was just him and his son in the room.
the scene felt too fragile and sacred to touch. sohee kissed peanut’s hair between lines, voice softening as the baby fell deeper and deeper into sleep. by the time the song faded into a whisper, peanut was fully asleep.
sohee stayed there for a moment longer, rocking just in case. you stayed where you were, smiling to yourself, letting him have the moment.
dom sohee coming in late after a particularly long and stressful day, crawling into bed with the intention of loosening up a little and letting his body finally relax as he practically melts against the bed, his back becoming comfortably flush with the headboard.
he’d naturally shift ur body towards his lap from where u were laying, gently shifting ur head from ur pillow to his thigh as he mumbles some shit about wonbin and his perfectionism and how many times they did the same 8 count over and over again while u sleepily nod in agreement with whatever he said, going along with him as his fingers thread through ur hair rather roughly as he gets a little heated thinking about everything that happened.
u’d let out a small whimper when he tugs just a bit too hard and the sound would go straight to his cock, giving him entirely too many ideas as he tugs at his sweats just enough to expose himself to u. and u’d want to help make up for his shitty day, right? so he’d remind u. he’d use ur want to be good for him followed with a little “don’t u doll?” his way into using ur mouth to keep his cock nice and warm while he simmered down, his fingers still entangled in ur hair as he continued to tell u all about the lengthy and demanding practice that had him so worked up in the first place.
when he notices ur starting to doze off he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from being deliciously selfish, pushing ur head down a little to get ur attention again, finding amusement in ur reaction to his mean treatment, mumbling some sort of “just a little longer, baby,” just so he could keep using u like this. ❤︎
when sohee’s playing video games & ur knees are flush with the floor, ur side curled into his desk chair while he uses his free hand to shove his fingers down ur throat, preparing u for something bigger. ♥︎
