⌗privatepartyforthree — a day out with sohee and sungchans turns into you three fucking in a karaoke bar
( bamttolz x fem!reader ) • warnings. bfs!bamttolz , public sex , multiple locations , fingering , oral ( m. receiving ), handjobs, unprotected sex , double penetration, dirty talk , name calling 𓄵 word count. 2173 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). i got this idea from @riizebangtan
you didn’t even really like pc rooms , you barely played video games. however sohee and sungchan managed to drag you out of the house , straight to a pc room. “just a few games then we can go to the karaoke room.” he promised you before hand — so you agreed , so there you sat after dying rounds ago and no interest in playing anymore , watching them yell at the screen ( at each other or the game you don’t know ).
“i can’t believe i let you drag me here.” you spoke up. “i wanted to go to the karaoke room.” looking around the room , it was a private room with just the three of you. “i told you , we will.” sohee hands flew across the keyboard. “just let us finish this game , i promise.” sungchans eyes not leaving the screen. “shit!” you jumped as the younger boy slammed his hands on the table. “i fucking died.” snatching the headset off. “can we go now?”
“he’s still in the game , we have to wait.” sungchan was too immersed in the game to notice the boy had died , or your growing impatience. “you can wait a little longer, right?” his hand resting on your knees. “be a good girl.” lightly pinching your thigh , teasing. “look he’s almost done.” you leaned over looking at sungchans screen. “doesn’t look like it.” you said — sohees mind somewhere else , you were leaning over him , you low cut shirt giving him a clear view of your chest.
it was no secret between the three of you that both the boys had some sort of feelings for you , most people thinking your relationship with them was odd , you were aware they liked you — sometimes you even played into it , cheekily flirting with sungchan , or letting sohee touch you in not friendly ways; not going further than that. “there’s one round left.” sungchan finally said something after almost 20 minutes of hurling curse words at the computer. “just sit there and look pretty , sohee keep her entertained.”
“i could be entertained at the karaoke room.” sitting back in your seat , sohee smiled. “i’m here to keep you entertained.” you rolled your eyes. “how are you gonna keep me entertained?” his hand that you forgot was on your knee — now higher than before. “i have my ways.” he said , his hands still moving upwards. “sohee.” you warned , that boyish smile working on you like it always did. “live a little.” he said.
“sungchans right there.” you whispered , he shrugged. “please i doubt he’d mind , and he probably can’t hear.” you watch his hands disappear into your jeans , you bit down on your lip. “see i know you want it , always letting me touch you.” his fingers tracing the line of your clothed slit. “you’re so wet.” his fingers slipped inside you , you moaned. “oh? you must want him to hear.” your eyes going to the boy playing the game. “all he has do is turn his head.” he moved his fingers. “look to his side and he’ll see you making a mess on my fingers.”
his thumb circling your stiff clit. “he’d be so jealous , he wanted to be the one to touch you first.” his scissored your cunt open , your chest moving vastly up and down. “too bad , you’re gonna cum all over my fingers.” he leaned over , kissing behind your ear , your eyes closing as you felt your orgasm approaching. “i can feel you clenching my fingers , you wanna cum don’t you?” you nodded. “cum.” curling his fingers. “look at you making such a mess.” your eyes tightly shut as he fingered you through your orgasm. “fuck look at that so pretty.” you felt his fingers slip out of you , your eyes slowly opened , adjusting to the light —
making direct eye contact with sungchan , his headphones sitting on his neck. “sohee.” he said , literally catching the you as the boy was pulling his hands from your jeans. “i didn’t expect your fingers to be stuffed inside her when i said entertain her.” your face flushed , the younger boy shrugging like it was nothing. “it kept her quiet while you played didn’t it?”
“not when i could hear her moaning through the headset.” increasing your embarrassment. “i told you.” he scoffed. “you told him? that didn’t stop you did it?” his eyebrow lifted with his question. “both of you let’s go.” he stood up, turning the computers off , his face unreadable. “aren’t we supposed to be going to karaoke? you were so eager to go before this no?” the both of you looked at each other before standing up , he took in your appearance smirking. “fix your clothes , they probably already heard you , but you don’t want them see that you were fucked in here do you.” he wasn’t going to let it down , sohee smirked condescendingly , following the boy out , you pushed him. “this is your fault.” he shrugged. “is he mad?” you whispered. “mad? no. jealous and turned on? hell yeah.” he said. “walk faster.” sungchan didn’t even turn around.
the karaoke bar wasn’t that far , a walk down the street and you were walking into the building. “one room please.” he paid for it , taking back his card. “come one.” he said , the three of you following the worker down the hall , completely oblivious to the growing tension between the three of you as he guided you guys down to the room. “have a good time.” he walked away. “go on.” he said, opening the door , the three of you spilling into the room.
the tension was still there , but you still picked up the keyboard — you were serious when you said you wanted to come , the two boys watching you choose different songs , sohee eventually joining you in some songs; but sungchan? he just sat and watched the both of you jump around , more so screaming then singing for multiple songs non-stop. “yn?” sungchan called you turned around , he beckoned you over. “come take a break…” you sat the mic down , sitting on the couch. “sohee you can keep going.” he said , the boy didn’t even question it which made you wonder how he was always so controlling over the younger , and how the younger was always so compliant in his orders. “are you upset? because of what happened.”
“of course not,” he said. “i am a little jealous though.” he confessed , the music and sohee’s loud singing in the background. “why?” you asked , he rolled his eyes. “because i wanted you first , and he knew that.” he said , your cheeks flushing at the sudden confession. “normally he listen to everything i say.” that peaked your interest. “what does that mean?” he smiled teasingly. “don’t worry about that , i’m not mad though.” he said. “wish i could’ve seen the whole thing though.” rubbing his thighs — you were fighting demons to not look down at his lower half. “watching you cum around his fingers.” he stopped , groaning; the fire in you belly from the pc room re-igniting. “fuck i’m so hard.”
finally giving in your eyes fell to his lap , his hard on evident. he was already smirking when you looked up. “just can’t help yourself, can you?” his hand coming behind your neck , not locking you in place , just lightly stroking the lower part behind your ear. “was sohee not enough?” he hummed , the younger boy still singing , you couldn’t even tell if he knew what was going on and was just choosing to ignore it. “come closer.” he guided you slowly into a kiss , dragging his hand from your neck down your stomach to your waistband , his hands slipping into your jeans much like sohee. “already dripping , good.”
his fingers slipping inside you. “fingers slipped right in.” he smirked , his long slender fingers moved fast. “fuck i can you over the music.” he leaned whispering into you ear , his voice low making you even wetter. “fuck sungchan.” you moaned. “making such a mess on the couch , pussy is begging to be filled isn’t it?” you nodded , he smiled. “be a good girl.” he whispered , unbuckling his jeans , lifting his hips to feel his cock — he was big; his tip a blush pink color , already leaking. “touch it baby.” your hand wrapped around his base , moving your hand up and down. “fuck that’s it.” he groaned , leaning his head against the wall behind the coach. “just like that.”
sohee who was so immersed in singing , finally turned around realizing what was happening. “fuck put it in your mouth.” your body half way in his lap as you took him into your mouth. “shit!” he moaned out , sohee stood there watching his friend guide your head up and down on his dick , he felt his own getting hard. “fuck , stop watching and just get over here.” he dropped the mic , making his way over to the couch , sitting down. “get on your knees.” sinking down in between sungchan legs , taking him back into your mouth — the mics all abandoned as sohee freed himself , guiding your hand to his cock , your hand moving. “fu-fuck.”
sungchan hips bucked up into your mouth , pushing your head down; sohee using your hand , fucking into your fist. “good slut , keep sucking me like that.” sungchan running his hands through his hair. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” holding your head down , bucking into your mouth , your hand tighten around sohee making moan loudly — at least this room was semi-soundproof. “oh shit.” sungchan pushed your head down , holding it bucking , his cock twitching as he shot his load into the back of your throat , sohee letting out a loud moan as he came into your hand.
he let your head go , wiping the cum from your lips pushing it back into your mouth. “fuckkk good girl.” leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. “get up.” he pulled you into his lap , laying down on the couch so you were straddling him. “you can’t take both of us right?” sohee’s cock immediately getting hard at the thought of fucking you. “i know you can.” you took your pants off , re-straddling his waist , he slapped your ass. “fuck.” he pulled your panties to the side , his cock kissing your clit. “sit on it.”
both of you moaning, feeling him entering you , your cunt sucking him in. “such a tight cunt.” sohee’s cock was fully erected , his hands coming to your waist. “you ready?” you nodded. “pl-please.” you felt his cock stretching you open , he groaned from behind you as he stuffed himself alongside his bestfriend. “shit.” they both moved simultaneously , the music still playing , the sounds of your skin slapping together filling the room. “su-such a fucking slut.” sungchan groaned. “anyone could walk by and hearing you being fuck like a whore by your bestfriends.”
his hands gripping your waist as he moved his hips , sohee pounding you from the back. “i think -fuck- i think she likes that , her pussy clenched at that.” he groaned , slapping your ass , you moaned out. “she does , such a pretty slut , just ready to be fucked.” they both began to sped up , both taking turns hitting that spot that made you see stars. “oh fuck!” you screamed , sohee pulling your head back by your hair sungchan attacking your neck. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you warned , your legs shaking as you squeezed them tight.
“oh fuck.” sohee groaned. “fuck , hold it.” slapping your ass. “sh-shit i’m almost there.” he groaned . sungchan hips not faltering as he felt his orgasm approaching. “want us to fill this pretty pussy up.” the elder spoke. “leave you leaking with our cum.” you nodded , tears streaming down your face due to the pleasure. “please , please cum inside me.”
“begging like a whore.” he said. “so-sohee , she wants to be filled up so bad let’s give it to her.” both of them grabbing at you as they sped up , moans filling the now quiet room due to the music shutting off , skin slapping; room smelling of sex. “shit.” sohee hilted his hips , cock twitching inside of you as he came , triggering your orgasm. “oh fuck fuck fuck!” you clenched tightly around them both , sungchan hissed , cumming soon after , pushing both their loads back into your cunt. “fuck!” he groaned , slowly thrusting his hips riding out his high , before they both slipped out of you , your arms and legs feeling like jelly.
“fuck someone definitely heard that.” sohee said , helping you clean up. “we’re gonna get banned.” both of you lowkey panicking , sungchan being the one who was calm like always. “just don’t look them in the eye.” the two of you turned to him. “what , if i’m embarrassed with something , i just don’t look anyone in the eye.” he shrugged. “that’s gonna have to do because i need to shower.” you said , sungchan reaching over to wipe your face. “see now they won’t notice.” he smiled , you rolled your eyes. “come on.” you said. “head down and walk fast.”
safe to say none of you went back to that karaoke room… but you surely did fool around much more after..
dom!sohee x older/sub!listener 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 wear headphones! 🎧 (please do not repost without permission!)
context: you’re having a hard time controlling your anger after an argument with sohee, even though you were in the wrong, you won’t back down.
Audio trans: “I told you not to move…you’re being punished right now…you shouldnt like it because you’re being punished…right?…nuna why are you so happy?…I think you like it too much…it’s not a punishment, should I stop this?…but I can’t stop…how can I do this?…how can I do this nuna?…Nuna say it with your mouth, what am I supposed to do?…hm? Is it your fault?…do you want more?…then from now on, are you gonna get upset like that?…are you gonna get upset, or not? Huh?…get angry, or not?…control the anger?…who is at fault?…you’ll be doing me a favor?…nuna…i…I love you so much…
wc : 6.6k , pairing : nerdy inexperienced bf!sohee x manipulative gf!reader , genre : slight angst, smut (MDNI!!) warnings : yn is manipulative, sohee is easy, make up sex, virginity loss, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't be like them), confession during sex
a/n ! a thought i've had for a while but was extra inspired by these pics of sohee ^^ i got a little carried away and made it more wholesome than what it originally was going to be bc i love sohi
two months in isn’t long. not really. not in the grand scheme of things, not in the way people measure real, lasting relationships—but it feels long when it’s him. when it’s sohee, who took five whole months just to get here with you. five months of lingering glances across tables, of him second-guessing every text, of you standing your ground and refusing to move things forward unless he did it first.
you remember how that felt—watching him think, watching him hesitate, watching him try. it was frustrating, sometimes. painfully slow. but there was something about it that made you stay. something about him.
he was just sohee.
soft in a way that didn’t feel weak, just unfamiliar. careful with you, like you were something worth handling gently. it made you want to ruin him a little. push him. see how far he could go if someone just nudged him enough.
and now, two months into actually being his, you’ve learned exactly how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. how his ears turn red when you get too close. how his hands don’t quite know where to go when you touch him first. how he looks at you like you hung the moon and he’s still trying to figure out how you ended up in his orbit.
it’s addictive.
so yes—things have been good. more than good, actually. stupidly good. the kind of good where arguments don’t last longer than a few minutes because you just end up poking at his sides until he breaks into quiet laughter, or pressing a kiss to his cheek until he forgets what he was even upset about in the first place.
two whole weeks without a single fight.
which is why last night felt different.
you had gone out with your friends, nothing unusual. loud music, cheap drinks, bodies packed too close together in a way that made everything feel a little warmer, a little looser. you didn’t think much of it. you never really do.
you definitely didn’t think about sohee—at least, not in the way you probably should have.
not when one of your guy friends threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side while he laughed at something you barely remember. not when you stayed there for just a second too long, your head tilted toward him, your body swaying slightly from the alcohol in your system.
you didn’t think about how it might look.
not until you saw sohee.
he had just gotten there to pick you up, standing a few feet away, frozen in place like he didn’t quite know what he was looking at. like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel anything about it.
and for a second—just a second—you hesitated.
before you slipped out from under your friend’s arm.
before you went to him.
before you fixed it.
it was quick, though. quick enough that you could pretend it didn’t matter. quick enough that you could brush it off.
you had stumbled into him with a soft laugh, arms wrapping around his waist, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek like nothing was wrong at all. like he hadn’t just watched another guy touch you in a way that maybe felt too familiar.
he didn’t say anything.
he never really does.
and this morning, you didn’t respond to his last text either.
not on purpose. not really. you got busy and forgot.
but now, standing in your apartment kitchen, you can feel it sitting between the two of you.
thick. quiet. wrong.
sohee has been off since he got here. not cold, not distant in an obvious way—just… sulky. quieter than usual. moving around your space like he’s thinking too much, like every little thing is taking more effort than it should.
you noticed it the second he walked in.
and you ignored it.
on purpose.
because part of you—an annoying, stubborn part of you—keeps thinking that if he was more confident, this wouldn’t even be a problem. if he trusted you more, if he trusted himself more, he wouldn’t be walking around like this over something so small.
if sohee were more confident, he wouldn’t be so bothered that someone had their arm around you.
if sohee were more confident in your relationship, he would have said something already.
so you let it drag on through dinner. through the quiet clinking of utensils, the soft hum of nothing conversation, the way he avoided looking at you for just a little too long.
and now you’re both in the kitchen, the air heavy with everything he’s not saying.
he’s at the sink, finishing up the dishes, sleeves pushed up just enough to expose his wrists. the sound of running water fills the space, steady and grounding in a way that almost makes this feel normal, almost.
you step up behind him without thinking too much about it, slipping your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against his back like you always do. your chin finds its place on his shoulder easily, like it belongs there.
“what’s wrong, sohee?” you say, voice soft—sweet, even. the cutest version of yourself, carefully crafted because you know exactly what it does to him. your bottom lip juts out just a little for extra effect, even though he can’t fully see it from this angle.
you know he can’t resist you like this.
not for long.
he finishes rinsing the last dish, setting it aside before shaking the water off his hands instead of reaching for the towel like he normally would. the droplets scatter slightly, careless in a way that feels unlike him.
then he turns his head just enough to look at you.
and it’s not the look you’re expecting.
it’s not soft. not immediately.
it’s a little… dirty. a little annoyed. something sharper than you’ve ever seen from him before.
your breath hitches without permission.
you’ve never seen him like this, not at you.
“sohee…” you whine, quieter now, the sound slipping out of you before you can stop it. instinctively, you loosen your hold on him, backing off just a little like you’ve suddenly stepped too far.
you know it’s your fault. you just wish he wasn’t like this about it.
because in your head, it’s simple. it should be simple. if he were more sure of himself, more sure of you, then none of this would feel so heavy. he wouldn’t be standing here like this, holding onto something you already decided wasn’t a big deal.
he turns around fully then, facing you.
“i just don’t understand…” he mumbles.
and for a second—just one—you see it. the way his eyes flicker over your face, catching on your expression, your lips, the way you’re looking at him. they soften, just barely, like he’s about to fold the way he always does.
but then it’s gone.
just like that.
he looks away, breaking the moment before it can settle, before it can turn into something easier.
he walks past you to the fridge, opening it without another word. the cool light spills out, casting a faint glow against his face as he reaches in and grabs a water bottle.
you watch him the whole time.
the way he twists the cap open. the way he tips his head back, taking a long swig like he needs it—like he needs something to fill the space he’s refusing to.
he still won’t look at you.
“don’t understand what, hee?” your voice comes out softer this time, barely above a whisper.
not because you feel bad, but because you want him to say it.
you want him to finally tell you what’s been sitting in his chest all day, what’s been pulling his shoulders tight, what’s been making him act like this instead of just giving in to you like he always does.
and maybe—just a little—you want him to feel bad too.
for making you sound like this.
“i’m going to sound stupid,” he says with a sigh. he rubs his hands down his face in distress, fingers pressing harder than they need to like he’s trying to push the feeling out of himself.
you bite back a sigh of your own.
it’s frustrating, in a way you don’t want to admit out loud. you wish he could just say it without all of this buildup, without making it feel heavier than it needs to be.
“you won’t. just tell me,” you say, softer now, coaxing. you tilt your head just slightly, trying to catch his eyes again, trying to pull him back into something familiar.
he does look at you, but it’s wrong.
"i want to know," you press a little harder.
his gaze feels… empty. not soft, not warm, not melting into you the way it usually does. it lands on you, but it doesn’t hold you.
“why didn’t you respond to me at all today? my texts.”
your lips part slightly, and for a second, you almost laugh. is this really about that?
“i just forgot, baby,” you whine, dragging the word out like it should smooth everything over, like it always does. you shift your weight, watching him move to stand across from you, leaning against the counter like he needs the support.
“that’s not true, yn,” he says, voice quiet—too quiet. “don’t lie to me. please?” his eyes look sad.
you exhale out of slight frustration at the sight.
“then why didn’t you text me again, sohee?” you shoot back, your tone still sweet, still careful, but there’s something sharper tucked underneath it now. “why didn’t you call me if it bothered you that much?”
you widen your eyes just slightly, like you’re confused. like you’re trying to understand him.
like you’re the one being reasonable.
“why is it my fault?” sohee says, his voice tired in a way you’ve never heard before.
you frown immediately, the expression coming easily.
his words land heavier than you expect. they sting—just enough to make you want to push back.
“and who was that guy?” he adds, his voice stronger now. not loud, not yet—but firmer. steadier. like he’s finally holding onto something.
“don’t you trust me, sohee?” you plead, your voice softening again instantly, like a reflex. you step a little closer, your brows pulling together, your lips pressing into that pout you know he hates resisting.
you’ve never seen him this upset before.
it makes something in your chest twist.
he scoffs, and it makes your stomach drop.
“who was he, yn?” he presses, his voice cutting through yours. “you aren’t answering my question.”
“he’s just a friend! a friend from high school,” you explain quickly, like that should be enough. like that should end it.
“does that make it better?” he shoots back immediately. “do you think that makes me feel better?”
you blink at him.
he doesn’t usually talk like this.
“sohee, i like you,” you insist, the words coming out a little more desperate than you intend. you don’t know what to do with him like this—standing there, not folding, not softening, not reaching for you.
just pushing.
“you go out and have fun with your friends, okay, you should,” he says, his voice uneven now, like it’s starting to crack under the weight of everything he’s been holding in. “i don’t have a problem with that. at least let me know when there’s going to be guys present, is that okay for me to ask?”
you nod quickly, your pout deepening, your expression softening like you’re trying to meet him halfway. like you’re trying.
“and then you didn’t text me back today,” he continues, his voice rising just a little, frustration slipping through now. “how… how am i supposed to be okay, yn? i… i felt so stupid when i went to pick you up last night. i felt so small watching another guy with his arm around you!”
the words hang in the air.
and for a second—just a second—you see it.
how much it actually got to him.
how much it hurt.
your chest tightens.
but instead of sitting in it, instead of letting it settle, you push back.
“you’re overreacting,” you say, the words slipping out more bluntly than before. “it wasn’t even like that, sohee.”
his expression changes immediately.
something in his face drops.
“overreacting?” he repeats, almost incredulous.
“yes,” you press, stepping forward now, like closing the distance will give you control again. “he had his arm around me, so what? i went to you right after, as soon as i saw you.”
you gesture vaguely, like it’s obvious. like he should’ve understood that without needing it spelled out.
“after,” he echoes, and there’s a sharpness in his voice now that makes your stomach twist again. “after you stayed there.”
you hesitate, just for a second, but it’s enough.
“you did,” he says, nodding to himself like he’s confirming it. “you stayed there. you didn’t even—” he cuts himself off, exhaling sharply, running a hand through his hair.
he looks frustrated. overwhelmed.
“i didn’t think it was a big deal,” you say quickly, your tone softening again, trying to reel it back in. “i didn’t think you’d get this upset over something so small.”
“small?” he laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “you think that was small?”
you feel something defensive rise up in your chest.
“i think if you were more confident, it wouldn’t matter this much,” you say before you can stop yourself.
the second the words leave your mouth, you see it.
the way they land.
it’s subtle, but it’s there, like something inside him cracks.
“wow,” he breathes out, shaking his head slightly. “so now it’s because i’m not confident enough?”
you open your mouth, scrambling.
“that’s not what i meant—”
“then what did you mean, yn?” he cuts you off, his voice louder now, finally breaking past that careful restraint he always keeps. “because that’s exactly what it sounds like.”
you take a step back without realizing it.
he’s never raised his voice at you before.
“i just—i don’t understand why you’re making this such a big deal,” you say, your voice quieter now, but still pushing. “you’re acting like i did something wrong.”
his laugh this time is sharper.
“you did!” he says. and that makes your chest tighten.
“i didn’t cheat on you,” you snap, your tone defensive now, your arms crossing over your chest. “you’re acting like i did something terrible.”
“i didn’t say you cheated,” he fires back immediately. “but you don’t get to decide what hurts me and what doesn’t.”
the words hit harder than you expect.
and for a second, you don’t know what to say.
he exhales again, shaking his head like he’s done. like he’s tired.
“i just… i don’t like how you handled it,” he mutters. “and then you ignored me all day like it didn’t even matter.”
“i didn’t ignore you on purpose,” you argue. you know it won't sound true now.
he doesn’t respond. he just looks at you, and it’s worse than him yelling.
it’s quiet and final.
he pushes himself off the counter suddenly, the movement abrupt enough to make you flinch. without another word, he turns, walking out of the kitchen.
your stomach drops.
“sohee?” you call after him, your voice following as you trail behind him into the living room.
he doesn’t stop.
he walks past the couch, past the coffee table, straight toward the front door.
your chest tightens, panic starting to creep in now, sharp and unfamiliar.
this isn’t how this goes. he’s supposed to soften by now. he’s supposed to let you pull him back, let you wrap around him, let you fix it the way you always do.
he’s not supposed to leave.
“sohee, wait—” you say, your voice higher now, more urgent as you stop in the middle of the living room, watching his back.
he reaches the door. his hand wraps around the doorknob, and that’s when it really hits you.
you might not be able to stop him this time. sohee hears your footsteps retreat to the couch.
his grip tightens on the handle.
once you sit on the couch, your eyes are glued on his back. for a second, you think he’s going to open it. the panic in your chest spikes. you slip the collar of your off shoulder sweater as far as it'll go in an attempt to appeal to him physically.
“sohee…” you say again, softer this time, not as calculated, not as sure.
just enough to try and pull him back—before he decides to let go of you instead.
"you're not really going to leave me, are you?"
the fragility in your voice does it.
he turns and for a second, sohee thinks he forgets how to breathe.
you're curled into yourself just enough, sweater slipping off your shoulder, eyes glassy—tears clinging to your lashes like they might fall at any second. your lips are parted, trembling just slightly, like you’re trying to hold yourself together.
it doesn’t even cross his mind that you never look like this.
that you’re letting him see something you don’t show anyone.
he’s already moving.
crossing the room before he can think twice about it, before he can hold onto the frustration sitting in his chest. it melts too quickly, too easily, the second he’s in front of you again.
his hands come up to your face without hesitation, cupping your cheeks so gently it almost hurts.
“no, baby,” he breathes, voice breaking as he leans down closer to you. “i’m sorry. i was wrong, i’m so sorry, my pretty.”
the words tumble out of him, messy, rushed, like he’s scared you’ll pull away if he doesn’t say them fast enough.
“i'm really sorry, yn,” he repeats, softer now, his thumbs brushing just under your eyes, careful of the tears that did fall. “thank you for giving me a chance.”
his lips press together into a small pout, mirroring yours without him even realizing it, his eyes searching your face like he’s waiting for permission to breathe again.
you let the silence stretch just long enough, just long enough for him to feel it.
“i forgive you,” you mumble, voice quiet, fragile. your hand lifts slowly, resting over one of his where it holds your face. your fingers curl slightly, holding him there.
you tilt your head just a little, your gaze flickering down to his lips before coming back up.
“kiss?” you whisper. “i’ve missed you so much.”
he nods immediately—too fast, almost frantic, sitting down beside you.
and then he’s leaning in.
your lips meet softly at first, barely there, like he’s testing it. like he’s still unsure if he’s allowed.
you don’t give him time to overthink.
your fingers tighten around his wrist, pulling him closer, deepening it just enough to make him falter for a second against you. his breath catches, lips parting instinctively as he follows your lead.
he kisses you like he always does—careful, a little unsure—but there’s something else underneath it now. something more desperate. like he’s trying to make up for something he thinks he almost lost.
his hands slide from your face, hesitating only for a second before settling at your waist, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of your sweater like he needs to make sure you’re still there.
you can feel the way he’s holding back, the way he always does.
so you push, just a little.
your hand slides up his arm, slow, deliberate, until it reaches his shoulder, pulling him closer into you. your lips move against his more confidently, guiding him, letting him follow the rhythm you set.
he makes a soft sound—barely there—but it’s enough.
his grip on you tightens just slightly, his body leaning into yours more fully now, like he’s giving in.
like he always does.
you can feel how careful he’s trying to be, how much he’s thinking even now, even like this.
it almost makes you feel bad but instead, you kiss him a little deeper to see how far he’ll go.
your hand trails lightly along the inner seam of his sweatpants, dragging higher as you kiss him harder. when he sighs softly under your touch, you slip your tongue into his mouth. you press a little firmer against his growing bulge and he groans into the kiss, your tongues twisting together messily.
“is this ok?” he asks, which you find silly considering you’re the one touching him.
you nod against his face, continuing your ministrations.
sohee finally slips his hands beneath your sweater, timidly settling them on your waist. his thumbs rub against the skin of your ribs just beneath your chest, hesitant at first, like he’s still asking for permission without saying it out loud.
you take the hand that isn’t palming him and guide it higher until it cups your bare chest.
you groan softly when his thumb flicks over your nipple, and the sound seems to go straight through him. his hips press instinctively into your hand, slow and needy.
“you’re so soft,” sohee whimpers against your mouth.
you let out a breathy little laugh at that.
“you’re so hard.”
when you pull away, sohee follows immediately, chasing your lips before he can stop himself. his eyes are blown out now, dark and glassy, his cheeks already flushed pink. his lips are wet from your shared spit, swollen from kissing you, and the look in his eyes makes something warm curl low in your stomach.
you want to ruin him a little more.
it’s cute, honestly, how easy it is to get him like this.
“how far do you want to go today, hee?”
sohee blinks at you, like the question dragged him back into his body.
“i’ll take however much you give me,” he says finally.
the answer catches you off guard.
you don’t want to admit it, but after earlier, you need him closer than ever. maybe sohee feels the same way. maybe that’s why his hands keep tightening on you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he loosens them.
the thought of him at the door still lingers unpleasantly in your chest.
you stand from the couch first, reaching for him.
the air between you has changed. quieter now. heavier. unspoken.
but you suddenly feel the need to be intentional with him.
sohee takes your hand carefully, almost delicately, and follows you toward your room without a word. his eyes linger on the soft sway of your hair as you walk in front of him, on the sliver of bare shoulder peeking out from your sweater.
he wants to kiss it.
he wants to bury his face in the crook of your neck where your perfume always settles.
the second you step into your room, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug him closer. you give him one quick kiss before your hands wander beneath his shirt, palms gliding slowly over warm skin.
sohee just stands there, watching you carefully, waiting for direction.
he doesn’t want to mess this up.
you pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside carelessly before pressing your palm against his chest.
with a small push, you guide him down until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed.
you keep eye contact with him as you slip your shorts down your legs, followed by your panties.
sohee watches every movement like he’s scared to blink and miss something.
when you settle yourself over his lap, straddling him slowly, a shaky breath leaves his mouth the second he feels your bare heat against the bulge in his pants.
“kiss me,” you say quietly, your hands resting on his shoulders.
his skin feels warm beneath your palms. you want more of it against yours.
sohee obeys immediately, bringing his lips to yours almost too quickly. his kisses are messy now, rushed in a way they weren’t before, like he can’t think straight anymore. your hands roam over his shoulders and down his back while he kisses you harder than usual, trying to keep up with you.
“yn,” he whimpers suddenly, hips bucking up into you.
the movement pulls a soft sound from your own throat. you slide your fingers into his thick hair, scratching lightly against his scalp as he shudders beneath you.
sohee’s hands find your bare hips and stay there, gripping carefully but firmly enough to keep you pressed against him.
he lets you take control again.
he follows your lead in the kiss so obediently that when you suck softly on his tongue, he makes a broken little sound into your mouth like he might actually fall apart from it.
“i need you,” he pleads quietly once you finally pull back, his forehead falling against yours. his voice sounds wrecked already. “please?”
instead of answering him, you reach down between your bodies and pull his cock free from his sweatpants.
sohee whines immediately at the touch, his body twitching beneath you. he looks overwhelmed already, flushed and throbbing in your hand, his lips parted as he tries to steady his breathing.
he looks like he might cry.
and something about that makes your stomach twist pleasantly.
“are you sure, sohee?”
you lift yourself slightly onto your knees, giving him room to kick his sweatpants down and off completely. the fabric falls forgotten onto the floor while his chest rises and falls unevenly, still breathless from kissing you.
meanwhile, you look almost perfectly composed above him.
the contrast makes him dizzy.
you both understand the weight of continuing this. you both want it. but underneath everything else, somewhere buried beneath the lingering tension from earlier, a quieter feeling settles in your chest. some small part of you still feels guilty for the way this happened—for the way he apologized first, for the way you pulled him back to you so easily. you want him to be sure.
you want this to come from love, not panic.
sohee nods quickly, eyes glossy as he looks up at you.
“yes, please, yn,” he says softly. then, quieter: “can i make you feel good first?”
you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.
he’s sweet for asking.
“i would love that, hee,” you coo softly, leaning down to place a quick kiss against the tip of his nose before pulling your sweater over your head.
the second the fabric leaves your body, sohee twitches beneath you again.
his eyes drag over you helplessly, like he doesn’t know where to look first. you can see the way his throat moves when he swallows, his hands flexing at your waist before he carefully guides you backward onto the bed until your head sinks into the pillows.
he follows immediately.
one of his hands comes up to cup your chest again, warm and careful against your skin. the touch pulls a quiet moan from your lips, your back arching slightly into his palm.
sohee looks almost dazed hearing the sound.
he leans down to kiss you again, slower this time. then your jaw. then just beneath your ear.
his lips trail lower and lower until he reaches your chest.
sohee likes taking his time with you. he’s made that very clear in the past.
he treats your body like something precious, something he wants to memorize properly. when he decides he’s given enough attention to one side of your chest, he makes sure to give the other the exact same amount.
it’s incredible how much self restraint he has for someone sitting between your thighs with such a painfully obvious erection.
“so soft,” sohee murmurs against your skin, echoing what he said earlier like he still can’t get over it.
you slide your hand over his where it rests on your breast, lacing your fingers with his loosely.
“all for you, baby,” you breathe out.
the words hit him instantly.
sohee moans softly against your chest, the sound muffled against your skin as he sucks especially hard at your nipple before soothing over it with his tongue. the reaction he gets from you only encourages him more.
his kisses continue downward afterward, slower now, lingering against the softness of your stomach and along your abdomen like he’s trying to worship every inch of you on the way down.
when sohee’s breath fans against your heat, it’s enough to make your head spin.
he presses a few wet kisses to your center first, slow and lingering, before pushing his tongue inside as far as he can. your hand immediately flies to his hair with a broken whine, fingers tightening instinctively in the soft strands.
sohee loves doing this for you.
he loves being able to pull reactions out of you like this, watching your body respond to something only he can give you. he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, the sounds that fall out of your mouth without you meaning to make them. he loves watching your body slowly loosen beneath him, your chest rising harder and harder all because of him.
so he keeps going.
he laps at your core eagerly, still a little messy with it, still learning, but so determined to make you feel good that it almost drives you crazier than someone experienced ever could.
your chest jolts suddenly before your thighs tighten around his head.
sohee’s still somewhat new to this, and because of that, he always tries everything he can think of until you come apart for him.
his chin is already wet with you, but he couldn’t care less.
if anything, he likes it.
when your whimpers start turning into desperate little repetitions of his name, sohee brings one of his hands up between your thighs, rubbing careful circles over your clit while he keeps his mouth on you.
“sohee,” you gasp, tugging harder at his hair.
he glances up at you at the sound, eyes dark and blown wide already, and for a second he genuinely can’t believe how pretty you are like this.
completely undone for him.
“i know, baby,” he murmurs against you.
the vibration of his voice sends you over the edge.
your body tenses immediately before melting all at once, your back arching as a soft cry leaves your throat. sohee keeps going through it, taking everything you give him eagerly until you’re squirming and whining for him to come back up to you.
when he finally kisses you again, you can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes your head spin.
you feel sohee hot and hard against your stomach. he lets out a shaky whine when you wrap your hand around him, his head tipping back before he shakes it almost violently, like the feeling is already too much.
“i need you right now, yn,” sohee pleads. it almost sounds like he’s going to cry.
you feel the same desperate pull toward him. he’s panting against your face, breath warm and uneven while you try to gather your thoughts long enough to be reasonable. you’re still sorry for earlier, even if you hate admitting it to yourself, and you don’t want this to just be the two of you getting swept up in the moment.
“sohee.”
the seriousness in your voice makes him stop grinding helplessly against your leg.
his eyes lock onto yours immediately, and you can almost see the haze lift from them a little.
the look on his face makes something ache inside your chest.
“i’m really sorry about earlier,” you whisper. “and last night.”
you pause, your throat tightening as tears begin pooling in your eyes.
“i know i was wrong.”
“yn—”
you shake your head before he can stop you.
“i want you to be sure,” you continue softly. “that you really want this, and really want me. you deserve so much and you’re such a sweet boy and sometimes i think—”
“yn, i want you. i really do.”
his voice is immediate this time.
certain.
he brushes the hair away from your face carefully before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a second.
he means it.
sohee isn’t stupid.
he knows how much you’ve slowed your usual pace down for him. he knows how lucky he is that you gave him a chance in the first place. he knows you could’ve gotten bored of him months ago and found someone easier, someone smoother, someone who already knew what they were doing.
but you stayed.
and he knows you well enough by now to understand something else too—that part of the reason he always gives in to you so easily is because of how happy it makes you. he likes seeing you get your way. he likes indulging you.
because to him, you’re precious.
adorable. sweet. beautiful.
and kind, even when you don’t think you are.
otherwise, you wouldn’t be crying right now over wanting to make sure he was really ready for this.
“you don’t need to apologize for anything, baby,” he murmurs softly. “i’m ready and i want this. i want you.”
the words finally force the tears from your eyes, and sohee smiles immediately when he sees them, kissing them away one by one before they can fall any further down your cheeks.
you let out a shaky breath and nod at him slowly.
“do you want me to be on top?” you ask quietly, looking him directly in the eye.
sohee shakes his head almost immediately. “no, you don’t have to.”
“ok,” you murmur back, bringing your thumb up to trace along his bottom lip.
his mouth parts slightly beneath the touch.
then sohee shifts between your legs, sitting back on his knees.
you stare at him for a second.
his cheeks are pink, hair messy from your hands, lips swollen from kissing you. he looks nervous and overwhelmed and impossibly pretty all at once.
“you’re so pretty,” you coo softly.
“i was gonna say the same thing,” he laughs shyly before clearing his throat, suddenly looking embarrassed again.
“do you have any, um…”
“condoms? no,” you finish for him.
sohee’s eyes widen immediately at your answer.
“i’m on the pill, hee. it’s okay,” you reassure him softly. “and besides… i want to feel you for our first time.”
his breathing deepens noticeably at your words.
you can practically see the thought go through his head.
our first time.
sohee nods slowly, trying to hold himself together.
you reach up and pull him down gently by his shoulders until he’s hovering over you again. with one hand, you wrap around him carefully and guide him between your thighs, tapping the tip of him against your folds.
sohee’s entire body tenses.
he fights the urge to hide his face in the crook of your neck out of pure embarrassment, but he wants to see you. he wants to watch your face when he enters you.
his breath catches just from the feeling of you against him. he’s not even sure he’ll survive long enough to make it all the way inside without losing his mind.
his chest presses against yours as you guide him toward your entrance. one of his hands braces carefully beside your shoulder while he slowly eases more of himself into you.
the pressure of him finally pushing inside makes your body clench around him immediately.
“sohee,” you cry softly, your back arching despite how close your bodies already are. the sound nearly destroys him.
sohee lets out a broken moan, head falling forward as he pants against your skin.
“you’re so soft inside too, baby,” he whispers shakily. “just let me stay here for a second.”
“ok, hee. take your time,” you whisper back, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders.
he tries to gather some kind of composure, but it feels almost impossible with his hips fully pressed against yours like this.
you whine softly when he finally pulls back just enough to push into you again.
“so warm and so tight,” he pants against your skin, eyes squeezing shut for a second from how good you feel.
you guide one of his hands up to your chest and another moan leaves him immediately.
“you feel so good,” you say weakly.
every time sohee draws his hips back, little sounds keep slipping out of your mouth that only push him closer and closer to the edge. the pace he settles into has sweat beginning to gather at his temples, but he refuses to slow down. he doesn’t want to stop.
sohee thinks he could stay like this forever. watching your eyes glaze over because of him does something dangerous to his ego, makes a new kind of confidence bloom in his chest that he didn’t know he had before. and being this close to you—connected to you like this—makes something warm ache inside him.
“i needed this,” you breathe against his ear.
sohee whimpers softly at your words.
“i needed to feel you. i needed you close to me,” you continue, your voice breaking apart between breaths. “you feel so deep, hee…”
the praise makes his head spin.
sohee pushes himself up slightly so he can look at you properly. you look beautiful beneath him right now, flushed and emotional and completely wrapped around him, and he hopes desperately he’s making you feel even half as good as you’re making him feel.
“i love you, yn,” sohee confesses suddenly.
the words slip out before he can stop them.
his thrusts turn sloppy immediately afterward, his body betraying how close he is, but he stills for a second once the confession leaves his mouth like he’s waiting for your reaction. you let out a shaky cry at his words, fresh tears gathering in your eyes almost instantly.
“i love you, sohee.”
his expression softens so much it nearly hurts to look at.
he leans down to kiss you again, and when his hips start moving once more, you can feel how little control he has left. he’s trying so hard to drag the moment out anyway, trying to stay close to you for as long as he can.
when he finally mumbles against your lips that he’s close, you wrap your legs tighter around his waist to keep him there.
with one last broken moan, sohee comes apart completely. you release at the same time, your walls clenching around him and milking him completely dry.
afterward, he stays above you for a few quiet seconds, both of you trying to catch your breath.
then he slowly pulls away and settles beside you against the pillows.
“i love you, yn,” he repeats softly, turning onto his side to look at you.
there’s nothing in his gaze except pure endearment.
it almost makes you want to hide beneath the covers.
“i love you too, sohee,” you smile back weakly. after a second, your expression softens further. “thank you for staying,” you whisper.
sohee’s face immediately twists into something guilty and tender all at once.
“thank you for everything,” he says quietly. then, after a pause: “i know i’m still learning, and that it’s annoying sometimes. i just want to do this right.”
his earnestness is one of your favorite things about him.
it makes loving him feel easy.
“i’d do anything for you, hee.”
sohee pulls you into his arms immediately, tucking you against his chest carefully.
after a moment, he presses a kiss into your hair.
“i’ll change your sheets later,” he whispers.
“clean freak,” you mumble sleepily against him, already feeling yourself start to drift.
꩜ synopsis: in which sohee takes the wrong pill for his headache and ends up hard, flushed, and desperate
꩜ warnings: accidental aphrodisiac pill, subby/whiny sohee, riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft guiding reader, creampie, praise, aftercare, reader is basically just a cum dump :P
꩜ notes: hey guys.. ik its been a while and im sorry. ive been super busy with college and honestly haven't had the motivation to write :( please enjoy this sohee meal in return for forgiveness :3 wc: 1k
the first thing you notice is how flushed he looks.
sohee’s sprawled on his bed, hair damp against his forehead, shirt sticking to his chest. his hands fist at the sheets, knuckles pale, thighs trembling like he’s running a fever.
“sohee?” you call softly, stepping into the room.
his head snaps toward you — eyes glossy, lips bitten raw. “c-can’t,” he pants, hips shifting helplessly. “hurts. so hot.”
that’s when you see it, the strain of his cock pushing up against the thin fabric of his sweats, the damp patch spreading from the tip.
he whines when you reach his side, face buried in the pillow. “thought i took tylenol,” he admits, voice small. “but it’s… not. i-it won’t go away. please—”
he’s trembling, embarrassed tears clinging to his lashes, his cock twitching violently under the fabric.
you hush him, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. “baby… did you take something else?”
he nods weakly. “don’t know. it won’t stop. tried—” his hips jerk up at nothing, “—tried touching but it just got worse.”
he looks wrecked, and your chest aches.
“do you want me to help you?” you ask gently, making sure it’s his choice.
the answer is instant — a desperate nod, another whimper of “please.”
you climb onto the bed, straddling his hips, your fingers tugging at the band of his sweats. “i’ve got you,” you murmur, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring free — flushed, leaking, so hard it twitches against his stomach.
he gasps, trembling under you, as you line yourself up.
“shh, baby. i’ll take care of you.”
the moment you sink down onto him, his back arches violently, a sob ripping from his chest. “oh—god, oh fuck—so good—”
his hands clutch your hips, not guiding, just holding like he might fall apart without the anchor. you roll your hips slow, grounding him with steady motion, praise spilling from your lips.
“you’re doing so well. feel how good you’re making me feel, sweetheart? you don’t need to do anything else. just let me.”
he moans prettily, head tipped back, lips parted, breathy pleas slipping out with every thrust. “please—don’t stop—need it so bad—feels so good—”
it doesn’t take long. the pill has him wound so tight that within minutes he’s sobbing, spilling deep inside you, hips jerking uncontrollably.
you’re still catching your breath, stroking his damp hair, when you realize he hasn’t softened. his cock twitches inside you, still hard, still leaking.
“sohee—” you start, but before you can finish, his grip tightens, and he flips you onto your back.
“c-can’t,” he stammers, eyes wild, face burning. “still—need—please.”
you gasp as he starts thrusting, frantic and sloppy, chasing relief that won’t come. his whines fill the room, broken cries of “so good, please, please, so good,” each one more desperate than the last.
you cup his face, kissing him through the tears, grounding him with your touch even as his hips piston into you. “it’s okay, baby. i’ve got you. use me as much as you need.”
he fucks you through another orgasm, messy and frantic. your walls clench around him, overstimulation sparking through your body, and his moans grow higher-pitched.
“g-gonna—ahh, baby, i’m—”
he spills inside you again, hips jerking erratically, cock twitching as if it’ll never get enough. his whole body trembles, but he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t soften.
instead, he whines, tears brimming in his eyes. “still—still hard, hurts—please don’t make me stop.”
you kiss his damp cheek, soothing him. “you don’t have to stop, love. just keep going. i’ll hold you through it.”
he starts thrusting again almost immediately, whimpering into your neck, hips losing rhythm. his cock feels impossibly hot, every movement sending shocks of pleasure through both of you.
“too much—so good—baby, it’s too much, i can’t—”
you cradle him tighter, whispering in his ear, “yes you can, sweetheart. look at how well you’re taking it. my good boy.”
his answering cry is broken, desperate. “yours—yours, only yours—”
when he cums this time, it rips through him like lightning. he sobs into your chest, cock spilling again, but even then, it doesn’t relent.
he finally slows enough for you to see his face, red and blotchy, lips swollen, eyes wet.
“hurts,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “feels so good but it hurts. can’t—please—don’t leave me.”
you kiss his temple, stroking his damp hair. “i’m right here, baby. keep going, let it out. i’ll let you use me until it’s gone.”
he whimpers, hips moving again with shaky determination, tears slipping down his cheeks. his thrusts are erratic, needy, like he’s chasing a high he can’t reach.
you guide him with soft words, grounding his frantic pace until you feel him convulse again, body jerking as another orgasm rips through him.
by now your own body is trembling from the overstimulation, every thrust sparking both pleasure and ache. still, you hold him close, nails dragging gently down his back as he sobs into your shoulder.
“don’t wanna stop,” he babbles, cock twitching inside you. “feels too good, baby, please—”
your heart aches at how helpless he sounds, and you kiss him through the desperation. “then don’t. keep going, love. you’re doing so well.”
his rhythm grows frantic again, hips slamming messily until another broken orgasm shakes through him, cum spilling hot inside you. he whines as if it’s pain and pleasure tangled together.
by the time he finally slumps against you, every part of him trembling, you’ve lost count of how many times he came. your thighs are sticky, the sheets soaked, his body limp with exhaustion.
you hold him close, whispering praise into his hair as he clings to you.
“you did so well, baby. so good for me. i’m so proud of you.”
he whimpers faintly, lips brushing your collarbone. “thank you… love you…”
you clean him gently, tuck him under the blankets, and let him bury his face in your chest as his breathing slows. even in sleep, his fingers curl around your wrist, like he can’t let go.
synopsis: in which your fuck boy roommate adds you to his body count
warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex p in v (wrap it), use of pet name 'baby', fuckboy!sohee (he is a red flag), roommate au, college au, very descriptive sex, pwp (porn with plot), barely proofread. let me know if i'm missing any!
a/n: could not stop thinking about sohee as a fuck boy, so i had to write it.. hope yall like it (first sohee fic kinda nervous...)
18+ MDNI suggestive content under the cut
you have been warned.
lee sohee. he was your roommate, dumbest mistake you could’ve ever made. he was in your friend group, not particularly your first choice for a roommate. but everyone else in the group had already found roommates, leaving just the two of you without one. and the thought of having to cover rent for an apartment all on your own made you wanna vomit. a broke college student like yourself could barely afford a cup of ramen and a bus pass.
there’s nothing exactly wrong with sohee, besides the fact that the two of you never got along since high school. everyone always thought he was so cool, but nothing about him even stuck out to you. he was just like any other gamer boy womanizer.
he was usually glued to his seat in his room, screaming curse words as his computer, while forcefully smashing his fingers into the keyboard. which would’ve been hot, if it wasn’t always at 1 in the morning when he decided to play.
there were attractive things about sohee, like the gray sweatpants he never stopped wearing around the apartment, which slung low on his waist. or the yankees snap back that he always wore to the back. or how, when he smiled, his two little pointy vampire teeth could be seen. but neither of those qualities mattered, because he disgusted you as quick as you could find him hot.
every weekend, it was a different girl. sometimes you wondered how the girls even made it out alive. it sounded like he was killing them. exaggeration? maybe. but god it was annoying. between the girls he brought over and his endless gaming, you hardly ever got sleep being his roommate. at this point, you were convinced he fucked every girl in the school. and any girl he hadn’t were just begging to be next. him and the other friends in the group went to parties nearly every weekend since college started, but you passed. to worried about your studies to wanna be packed in a room with drunk, hot and bothered college students.
it was another night like that. friday night, you're home alone, enjoying the empty apartment. lucky enough to not hear sohee playing video games or fucking another nameless girl. lost in your own world of studies, until you heard the passcode of the apartment being punched in, as if someone was entering. a sigh of annoyance followed, your peace would be interrupted by sohee and the quote "lucky" girl of the night.
but you didn’t hear anything. just him, and actually, the night was still early compared to when he usually came home.
then a knock to your doorframe, it was him. standing in the doorway. arms crossed over his chest, brown locks tossed. those gray sweats on again, and sitting just right to show the calvin klein boxer waistband peaking underneath. plain black tee that fit perfectly, but when his arms were raised, a little bit of skin showed.
“hey” he said, simple, too easy. like he wanted something.
you’d spin around in your desk chair, eyebrows furrowed in defense. “what do you want?” you reply, mocking his tone.
“what? your roommate can’t just.. say hi” sohee would respond with that easy giggle of his, that unfortunately left you holding back a smile.
“thought there was a party tonight, you’re home early. no girl either?” you said with a bit of shock in your tone, but not enough to show that you actually cared.
sohee invited himself in your room now and sat on the bed. palms of his hands supporting him as he sunk back into the mattress. “party was lame” he said with a sigh. “besides.. i think i’ve already fucked every girl that went,” he said.
sohee recalled it so casually, like sex was just another thing to him. like the girls he fucked weren’t people. it was gross, and you knew that. but something about it made your thighs clench. and you couldn’t explain why. almost like you were curious to know why every girl couldn’t keep their hands off him, like you were missing out on something.
you had to physically shake your head in an attempt to rid your thoughts, because for a second there you actually felt your body get turned on by sohee.
“aww boohoo, the first friday night of the semester your not getting laid,” you said, teasing him, a normal banter you had since everyone knew you two weren’t exactly fond of each other. you turned around in your seat and pretended to be busy with your notes and textbooks to distract yourself from the heat growing in your sleep shorts.
“just because i left the party, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna get what i want,” sohee uttered, his voice dropping in this sensual tone that almost scared you.
“oh great, and which girl is it that i’m gonna hear all night long?” you ask with a fake curiosity. oblivious to him getting off the bed, now getting closer to where you sat.
sohee spun the chair around, forcing you to look at him. one of his hands planted on the arm rest of the chair, and the other gripped onto your wooden desk. “you,” he murmured, a smirk appearing on his lips. his features were soft and innocent-looking compared to the devilish intentions he had with you.
you were silent, however, not expecting him to say that. never thinking in a million years sohee would find you attractive. although at this point, he probably found every girl at least a little fuckable.
you hesitated before quickly protesting, “ew i’m not gonna be your next victim.” you responded, eyes avoiding his even in the impossible proximity. though your body gave into his heat, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him at that moment.
sohee scoffed before cradling your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him. “do you really mean that? or are you just scared you’ll like it too much?”
“fuck you” you answered, avoiding his question. the warmth of his breath sent goosebumps to the skin of your cheeks, which were now flushed pink. then you gulped realizing he wouldn’t stop looking.
“i can fuck you, if you ask nicely,” he responded, but you didn’t say anything, not yet. still afraid to come to terms with how badly your body wanted him.
sohee didn’t move away, in fact, he slipped his hand away from the desk and now to your thigh. squeezing the plush of your exposed skin. before his hand trailed higher and higher to where you silently wished he was. he secretly waited for you to stop him, but when you didn’t, he took it as an invitation to keep going.
his fingers slid up your shorts and cupped right over your clothed heat. two of his slender fingers rubbing between your lips through your panties. your thighs clamped around his wrist. already the fabric had a damp spot right where his fingers were.
“you’re wet, y/n, come on, just say it. you want me.” he taunted with a smirk, still rubbing painfully slow circles. but you stayed quiet. still not admitting anything. you couldn’t bring yourself to damage your pride for secretly wanting a fuck boy like sohee.
so, he continued. didn’t stop, until your panties were drenched, and you were rutting your hips into his hand. until finally, he slid your panties to the side, and rubbed your bare wet folds with the veiny ness that was his fingers. earning a high-pitched gasp from you.
sohee’s brown eyes looked up at you, waiting for you to say something, anything, but you didn’t. still holding on tight to your pride.
with how wet you were he easily slid one finger in painfully slow. your hips bucked, and he had to use his other hand to steady your hips against the chair. “don’t run from it, your pussy needs this. needs me,” he said, talking to you, yet you still bit down hard on your bottom lip. concealing any noise that dared to slip out. though your chest still heaved as your breath picked up.
sohee, slid another finger in without warning. pumping two of his fingers inside you with ease, watching as your greedy hole swallowed his fingers with each push. curling them now to hit that spot that made your legs tremble against the chair. “that’s it, your letting go” sohee cooed as he felt your gummy walls unclench around him.
“agh.. sohee. fuck—“ you moaned now, unable to keep that back any longer. your back arched against the chair, and you gripped the armrests tightly. then your body began shivering, you were so close.
and sohee knew that. which is exactly why he took his fingers out, ridding you of the feeling. earning a loud whimper. “sohee, i was so close” you whined at him. he just chuckled in response, tasing his fingers with a lick, that were just inside you.
“gonna tell me you want me yet, or just sit here, while your body is begging to cum” he said, eyebrow raised, same cocky fuck boy grin like he knew that he had you in the palm of his hand.
you barely wanted to say it, to admit to it. but you caved, the feeling of pleasure more important now.
“i want you..” you said voice soft, avoiding his mocking gaze.
sohee snapped his tongue against the roof of his mouth like it wasn’t enough.
“louder. say it like you mean it.”
“excuse me?” you replied in disbelief.
“say it, or i’ll walk out right now” sohee said, dead serious. and that alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine. “sohee, i want you, please,” you begged, finally with your whole chest, locking eyes with him.
sohee smirked, loving to see you break down all of the little pride you had left, for him. he lifted you up off the chair and placed you onto your bed. pulling your shorts and soaked panties off in one swift motion. baring your wet folds to the cold air. he leaned in, tongue licking a wet stripe to your clit. before fucking your already sensitive hole with his tongue. nose pressed right at your sensitive bundle of nerves. your thighs clamped down around his head. but that wasn’t enough to make him stop.
he kept going like a man starved, plunging his fingers in again, stretching you around two of his fingers while lapping up your slick on his tongue. your body shook in waves of pleasure, and you could feel your hips rutting against his mouth. nearly about to release all over again. but sohee ripped the sensation away from you yet again.
an evil smirk on his face when he saw your pouty lips. he placed a soft peck to your lips, then a real kiss after. soft lips, but rough motion, his teeth biting on your bottom lip. making you whine into his mouth.
“sohee..” you whined again, denied of cumming twice, now you were starting to get so needy and fed up with his antics.
“had to get you extra desperate for me” he said, undoing the drawstring of his sweats, slipping them off with his boxers. letting his cock spring free. it was slender, but more girthy than you expected. the tip pink and swollen, dripping pre-cum. he took his shirt off too, revealing his torso to you. stripped naked in front of you now. fresh slick, making your thighs sticky from the sight of his exposed body.
he gave his rock-hard cock a few strokes before aligning it between your pussy lips, lapping up all the juices. earning another moan from you. you were already extremely sensitive from before. “stop teasing..” you said with a whimper, hands gripping fist full of your bed sheets.
sohee couldn’t help but chuckle at how needy you had gotten. but he finally pushed himself into your entrance. of course, you had sex before, but it had been a while since the last time you did. the delicious stretch, sent your back arching, arms wrapped around his neck. “sh—fu-- sohee..” you whined, the width of his girth stretching you out in a way no one has before. giving you no time to adjust either, as he already began pumping inside of you.
“squeezing me so well, you wanted this didn’t you?” he’d said, one hand on your chin forcing you to look at him. “say it, say you wanted this” sohee demanded, while drilling into you thrust after thrust.
“ngh—wanted, fuck. wanted this sohee!” you moaned, uncontrollably letting whiny pornographic sounds fall from your lips. not caring how desperate you sounded now.
“yeah? bet you listened to me fuck all the girls, wishing it was you, right?” he’d murmur, babbling dirty nothings that sent even more slick drenching his length.
it was then that you realized you sounded like all the girls he fucked, whiny and lifeless, while he pounded you into the mattress. splitting you open on his dick. it was inevitable to be this loud, and finally, you understood why. the stretch of his girth, the length of his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you repeatedly, he never lost pace, there was a reason why everyone wanted to fuck him.
sohee slid his hands under your shirt and grabbed a fistful of your boobs squeezing them mercilessly, fondling with your nipples, and pinching them between fingers. earning more desperate moans from you. your eyes were shut, body bouncing each time he hit a new, deeper spot inside you.
“open your eyes baby, look at me” sohee said, wanting to see just how good he fucked you. needing you to remember this forever. your eyes fluttered open, and when they did, he kissed you, roughly pushing his tongue inside your mouth. making sure to taste every part of it in a nasty make-out. pulling away with a pop noise.
your hands began tightening around his neck, gripping the back of his hair. “close—please.. need—need to cum sohee” you begged, not even fully aware of how desperate you became.
sohee had one hand on your waist now, the other ghosting your neck. “shit, me too, gonna fill you up, ok? take it,” he said, panting already, you nodded. each of his last sloppy thrusts made sohee grunt under his breath until he came. creating a white, almost clear liquid ring around his cock now. he pulled out and watched as your hole began leaking your shared liquids with a proud smirk.
you were panting, fucked out of it, lying on your bed. the shock of it all hadn’t hit yet. the fact that you let your fuck boy roommate fuck you after years of telling yourself he'd be the last girl he ever touched. claiming he wasn’t your type. everyone in your friend group would laugh if they knew what happened.
what was worse was how much you liked it. how good he actually made you feel, and the fact that you could imagine doing it with him over and over again.
sohee watched as you layed there, and he got up to grab a water bottle and a towel for you. “you okay?” he’d ask with a soft chuckle. re-entering the room, sitting on the edge of your bed, handing you the towel and water with a soft touch.
“shut up” you responded playfully, still lying there, he was already putting his sweats on, retying the drawstring.
then quietly, “are things gonna change now,” you suddenly asked him, worried about their dynamic and the unspoken future.
sohee scratched behind his neck. “why would they be?” he responded.
to him, this was a usual fuck, something he did every weekend. although he did think about fucking you specifically for so long, imagining what it would be like. however, he was a fuck boy for a reason. he didn’t know how to actually be in a relationship, talk about feelings, nothing like that.
Sent to check on Sohee before a show, you find him panicking in a locked dressing room and end up crossing a line neither of you expected to help him.
word count: 2.2k
content warnings: SMUT MDNI!!, blowjob, friends-to-more tension, explicit sexual content, blowjob (swallowing), handjob, orgasm, kissing, let me know if i missed anything.
authors note: NEED MORE SOHEE FICS!! i've read them all...
Backstage is louder than usual, a constant hum of staff rushing past, managers calling out last-minute instructions, and the distant echo of the crowd bleeding through the walls.
You’re standing off to the side, trying not to get in the way, when Sungchan suddenly appears in front of you.
He looks… off.
Not panicked, exactly, but tense. Like he’s been looking for something or someone and is starting to panic.
“Hey,” he says quickly, leaning closer so his voice doesn’t carry. “Can you go check on Sohee?”
You blink, caught off guard. “What? Why me?”
“He locked himself in one of the dressing rooms,” Sungchan mutters, glancing over his shoulder like someone might overhear. “He won’t come out. He’s not answering anyone.”
Your brows pull together. “And you didn’t think to mention that sooner?”
“I tried,” he says, a little defensive now. “He told everyone to go away. But… I think he might listen to you.”
That makes you pause.
“Why would he—”
“Just go,” Sungchan cuts in, softer this time. “Please.”
There’s something in his voice that makes you stop questioning it.
You sigh under your breath, already turning. “Fine. If he doesn't listen to me, I’m blaming you.”
Sungchan lets out a quiet, relieved breath as you walk away.
The hallway leading to the smaller dressing rooms is noticeably quieter. The noise from the main backstage area fades the further you go, until it’s just the sound of your own footsteps and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead.
You stop in front of the door Sungchan must’ve meant.
It’s shut tight.
Locked.
You raise your hand and knock, firm but not too loud.“Sohee? It’s me. Are you okay in there?”
For a moment, there’s only silence. Then you hear a low, drawn-out whine, muffled by the door. It sounds like frustration, pain, and desperation. Your brow furrows.
“Sohee, open the door. Sungchan is about to have an aneurysm. You guys go on in ten.”
“Go away,” he groans, his voice strained.
“Not a chance. Open the door right now, or I’m getting a key from security.” You lean closer, your ear nearly pressed against the cool wood. You can hear his breathing, harsh and ragged.
There is a commotion from inside, a thud against the door, and then the distinct click of the lock being turned. The door flies inward, and a hand shoots out, grabbing the front of your t-shirt. You yelp as you’re yanked off your feet and pulled into the dark, cramped space. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of the door locking. The room is pitch black for a second before your eyes adjust to the single, bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. It casts a weak, yellow light, making the small space feel even more claustrophobic.
Sohee stands in front of you, his back pressed against the door as if to block any escape. He’s still in his stage clothes —tight, black jeans and a simple, white v-neck t-shirt that clings to the sweat on his chest. His hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, blotchy red. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with each ragged gasp.
“What the hell, Sohee?” you demand, your heart hammering against your ribs. The room is so small you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “What is wrong with you? You’re scaring everyone. Are you sick?”
Your first instinct, born of years of friendship, is to help. You reach out, your palm cool as you press it against his forehead, intending to check for a fever. The moment your skin touches his, he flinches violently. His hand snaps up, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. His grip is surprisingly strong, almost painful.
“Don’t,” he gasped out, his voice a low growl. He doesn’t push your hand away, just holds it there, an inch from his face. His eyes are squeezed shut.
You try to pull your hand back, but he holds fast. “Sohee, let go. What is going on? We have to go. They’re waiting for you.”
“I can’t,” he whines, the sound pathetic and broken. “I can’t go out there like this.”
“Like what? Like a sweaty mess? No one will care.”
“No. Not like this.” His eyes finally open, and they’re dark, pupils blown wide with something you can’t quite name. Panic? Pain? He stares at you, his gaze intense and pleading.
Frustration bubbles up inside you. “Then what? What is so bad that you’re going to tank the entire show ten minutes before it starts? What are you even doing in here?”
Your gaze follows the line of his body, down from his flushed face and heaving chest, past his clenched fists, to his jeans. And then you see it. The tight black fabric does nothing to hide the rigid, prominent line of his erection, straining against the zipper of his pants.
The air in the tiny room suddenly feels thick and heavy. Your eyes snap back up to his face. A deep, mortified blush spreads from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looks humiliated.
“Oh,” you say, the word a soft puff of air. You can’t help it; a small, wary laugh escapes your lips. “Oh, wow. Really? Now?”
“Shut up,” he groans, dropping his head back against the door with a dull thud. He finally releases your wrist, and you pull your hand back. “It’s not funny. It’s a problem.”
You look at him, really look at him —trapped, panicked, and undeniably hard. The situation is crazy, but the panic in his eyes is real. The thought of him walking on stage in this state is even crazier. He wouldn’t be able to hide it, not in those pants.
“Well, we have to do something,” you say, your voice softer now. You take a step closer, the limited space forcing you into his personal bubble. “You can’t go out there like that. You’d be trending for the wrong thing in ten seconds flat.”
“No shit,” he mutters, refusing to look at you.
You bite your lip, an idea taking root in your mind. It’s a terrible idea, a crazy bad idea, but it’s also the most efficient solution you can think of. “I could… help,” you offer, the words feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.
His head whips up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”
“Help. You know. So you can… go on stage.” You gesture vaguely towards his crotch, feeling your own cheeks start to heat up.
“Help how?” he asks, his voice a choked whisper.
You roll your eyes, trying to sound confident you absolutely do not feel. “How do you think? A handjob, a blowjob… whatever. Just a quick fix. We’re friends, right? Friends help each other out of… tight situations.” You almost cringe at your own terrible pun. "Just don't make it weird."
He just stares at you, his mouth slightly agape. For a long moment, the only sound is the buzzing of the lightbulb. You’re about to backtrack, to tell him to forget it, when he finally speaks.
“Make it weird?” he lets out a short, sharp laugh that sounds more like a sob. “You’re the one who offered to give me a blowjob.”
Your breath hitches. Hearing him say it so bluntly makes it suddenly more real. This is your friend, Sohee, looking at you with desperation. This crosses a line, a big one. You’ve shared food and secrets and late-night drives, but never something like this.
“I… I just want to help,” you stammer, your composure cracking. “I don’t want you to mess up the show.”
He groans, a deep, guttural sound that seems to vibrate right through you. His eyes squeeze shut again, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “Fuck,” he whispers, his voice strained. “You’re just making me harder.”
You take a small step forward, closing the small gap between your bodies. The worn leather of his pants brushes against your own. You tilt your head, your lips just a breath from his ear. “Then let me help,” you whisper, the words low, intimate against the shell of his ear.
He flinches, a full-body shudder that runs through him, but he doesn’t pull away. His breath hitches. You let your free hand drift down, your fingers tracing the warm, tensed skin of his stomach before they brush against the cold metal button of his pants. His entire body goes rigid. His eyes are squeezed shut now, his head tipped back against the wall, exposing the long line of his throat.
With a flick of your wrist, you undo the button. The sound of the zipper lowering seems loud in the small space, a metallic hiss that cuts through the tension. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free him. His cock springs out, hard and flushed a deep, angry red, the tip already beading with a drop of pre-cum.
You sink to your knees, the concrete floor cold. The position puts you right at eye level with his straining erection. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes are open now, dark and glazed with a mixture of disbelief and desperate need. He looks wrecked already, his hair a mess, his cheeks burning.
You lean in and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, the skin hot and soft beneath your touch. He lets out a choked groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. You take that as your cue. You part your lips and take him into your mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum hitting your tongue immediately. He’s thick, stretching your lips as you slide down his length.
You set a steady rhythm, your hand working in sync with your mouth, twisting around his shaft as your tongue swirls around the sensitive head. You can feel his control beginning to break, the tension in his thighs tensing tighter and tighter. His hands fly to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, not guiding you, just holding on for dear life. The sounds he makes are filthy and broken, a series of choked-off moans and sharp intakes of breath that are music to your ears.
You take him deeper, relaxing your throat until your nose is pressed against the coarse hair at his base. You hold him there for a moment before pulling back, saliva trailing from your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You look up at him again, and the sight of him —head thrown back, mouth agape, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy —is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
You double your efforts, sucking harder, faster, your hand pumping his slick shaft. You can feel him getting closer, the twitching of his cock in your mouth, the way his balls draw up tight. His grip on your hair tightens almost to the point of pain. “Fuck,” he gasps, his voice raspy and strained. “I’m gonna—”
His words are cut off by a sharp cry as he comes, his hips jerking forward as he spills his release down your throat. You swallow it all, the taste of him salty and bitter. You keep sucking gently, milking him for every last drop, until his body goes limp and he sags against the wall, his breath coming in ragged pants.
You release him and get to your feet, your knees protesting the sudden movement. He’s leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, a blissed-out, fucked-out expression on his face. You quickly tuck him back into his jeans and pull them up, doing up the button and zipper. Then you set to work, trying to fix his appearance. You smooth down his messy hair, your fingers combing through the unruly strands. You straighten his shirt, pulling the hem down and making sure it’s not wrinkled. You brush a stray piece of lint from his tight black jeans.
He opens his eyes and watches you, a soft, sleepy look in his eyes. When you’re done, he pushes himself off the wall and stands before you. He looks like Sohee again, the lead vocalist, not the panicked man from a few minutes ago. He takes your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.
And then he kisses you.
It’s not a frantic, desperate kiss like you might have expected. It’s slow and deep and full of gratitude so sweet it makes your chest ache. You kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, and for a moment, you forget everything else —the show, the band, the ticking clock.
But then he pulls away, his breathing a little unsteady. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. “I have to stop,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “If I don’t, I’m going to get hard again, and we’ll be right back where we started.”
A laugh bubbles up inside you. You give him a gentle push towards the door. “Go on, rockstar,” you say, a smile playing on your lips. “They’re waiting for you.”
He opens his eyes and gives you a small, grateful smile. He turns and unlocks the door, pulling it open. The noise of the backstage area rushes in, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of the small room. You follow him out, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. “Come on,” you say, your voice firm. “Let’s go find the rest of the members.” He squeezes your hand, his steps more confident now, as you lead him back towards the stage, and the waiting crowd.
Your back against Anton’s chest while Sohees between your legs.
I just know he’s good at eating pussy. </3 everyone writes him as a munch and I eat it up every time.
Even though he’s busy making you squirm while he’s between your legs he comes back up just to give Anton orders on how to please you in other ways.
He wants you occupied at all times. While he’s fucking you with his tongue he wants Anton’s hands all over you, and his tongue in your mouth. So when you moan its into Anton’s mouth.
He’s so bossy.. Demanding the both of you to do things his way. While you Guys are making out he’ll stop you just to tell Anton to spit in your mouth.
While he’s eating you out he’d grab your hand and guide it towards Anton’s bulge. And of course he’s hard! the sight of seeing you unravel under him because his best friend is eating your pussy is driving him crazy!!! Sohee would demand you stroke Anton’s cock, So he can see both of you become pathetic messes. Moaning into each kiss, desperate for release.
It’s like music to his ears 🙂↔️ the sound of his tongue against your slick mixed with the sound of you and Anton exchanging saliva. He’s just about ready to come from the sound of it all.
It’s Sohees way or no way!! I’m a firm believer that he likes things messy!! After he’s made you come on his tongue he’d grab you by the face and kiss you just to make you taste yourself, making sure it drips down your chin and shines all over your lips. Then he’d turn you to kiss Anton again so he can Taste you too!! He’d probably make you stop stroking Anton so that they could finish on your tongue. He just loves seeing his release all over your face.
