Summary: Your boyfriend — despite being naturally leading, is pretty submissive in bed. It comes as quite a shock when he decides to take control once but who are you to say no?
⤷ smut!!! p in v, softdom!soobin. established relationship. soobin spits in and on you a couple times. lowk size kink. big dick!soobin agenda. few praises thrown in.
a/n: fem!reader (afab so implied), inspired by my dream & requested kinda 🫡 soobin nation rise up. not proof read ><
Being intimate with Soobin has never felt this heavy and hot. His bigger, more intimidating frame easily envelops your body and naturally leads the progress of your connection. You’re not sure when you ended up in his lap, swallowed by his broad stature as you struggle to keep up with the prodding tongue exploring your mouth. Your heart is dizzy with lust-fuelled excitement and your stomach starts to clench and sends sparks of passion towards your lower body. Your hips rock subconsciously against his own as you chase relief for the pressure that’s built up in your sensitive clit from his actions.
You’re practically panting as Soobin continues his ministrations. The usually passive and quite submissive man clings to you needingly, pressing his mouth against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues as if trying to prove a point to someone in his head.
Your hands which dig into the skin as the base of his neck falter and squeeze at the wisps of hair as he pushes you impossibly closer by the small of your back. Your lips disconnect slightly so his hot, heavy tongue can lick a daring stripe from your neck to just above your jaw.
You can’t help but whimper at the feeling. You feel like you’re going insane as Soobin continues to have his way with you. It’s not like Soobin to practically jump on you and have you sit pretty in his lap as he does what he wants to you. Usually, he’s staring at you with eyes blown large with desire as he asks you want you want him to do. What he can do to make you feel so good. Usually the control over someone so much larger than you makes your legs clench but the way Soobin is practically treating you like a doll has you drenched in a way you didn’t think was ever possible.
“Mhmph — Soobin!” You mewl as he presses heavy kisses against your cheek, travelling up your face to press them into your hairline before he lands back at your mouth. He snakes a hand from the small of your back to clench your chin between fingers, pulling his face back so he can stare at you with dark eyes. You swear your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the sight of his plush, bruised lip. They’re slick with saliva and a small string still connects your lips.
He breathes heavily but the way you’re panting at having your breath stolen from you is undeniably hot to both of you. Your hands slip from his neck to hold his broad shoulders. You must look crazed — hair messy and lips swollen from the nips caused by Soobin.
“What’s gotten into you?” You question under pants, eyes darting around your boyfriend’s face. His hooded eyes drink in the details of your wrecked face. Soft eyes, furrowed brows and parted, kiss bitten red lips that glisten under the dull light in the bedroom like a crude layer of lipgloss. Soobin’s dick twitches at the sight.
“Need you.” Soobin mutters honestly as his hand drops from your chin. You swallow thickly before letting out a small puff in surprise as Soobin swiftly scoots back to lay you flat against the bed. Your stomach flutters as he easily manhandles you in a pliant position he wants to see you in.
“H-Hah..” You exhale shakily as Soobin’s hand runs down your body. His large plans envelope your tits, squeezing and pushing them together under the fabric of your top. He uses his thumbs to rub over the protruding tips, revelling in the way you shiver and bite your lip at the feeling. Your legs greedily rub together, ignoring how your knees knock into his legs and give away what you’re doing.
Wriggling and twisting, you reach after his touch. He curses as his hands trail further down your body until he reaches the hem of your shirt. His head dips as he pushes the material up, lips pressing wet searing kisses to the exposed skin of your torso. When he lifts away to press more, tongue darting to lap at the skin, the cool air causes a nipping sensation that makes your back arch.
Your head falls further back into the pillows as your hands grasp at the sheets. Soobin pushes your shirt up to the point it bunches over the swell of your breasts, pert nipples facing the cool air without much cover. Your legs press together as his head rounds up to the flesh of your tits. His tongue leaves a hot trail of desire, mapping his ministrations as he finally targets your breasts. He swirls the tongue around the perky bud, lips suctioning down as his teeth graze at the sensitive surface. You mewl and yelp as his other hand comes to twist at the neglected nipple.
“A-Ah, Soobin..” You moan wantonly, back arching and twisting. You try to pull away from the pinching of your right nipple but it leads you to push against Soobin’s face causing his teeth to dig into the soft flesh. You hiss and mewl as you feel yourself become more needy at the opposite sensations.
“So needy.” Soobin mumbles around the flesh as he moves to suck the skin just under your areola. You seizes his pinching to lightly roll over the bud with his thumb. You sigh as he separates from your tit with a soft ‘pop!’
The skin presents with a slight red tint. Soobin exhales as he realises the mark will slowly darken over time.
You release your hands from the sheets to weave your fingers into Soobin’s dark strands. He follows your lead until his face connects with your again. Your lips jut into a pout as you motion for him to meet you halfway with another kiss but he stills despite the pull on his hair.
“Jus’ kiss me, already.” You whine, feeling slightly lightheaded by the change in dynamic. Soobin’s lip flips into a smirk at one corner, the expression sends a flutter straight to your cunt. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips.
You relish in the soft kiss. It’s different from what he’s inflicted upon you tonight.
He pulls away softly and his eyes almost seem a little lighter. They’re still clouded with unwavering desire but his expression seems just a fraction smaller.
“..My beautiful baby.” Soobin practically whispers as his eyes take in the features of your face. You turn hot under the appreciation. Soobin presses a soft kiss against your jawline, eyes dazzling with love.
“Soobin..” You whine with embarrassment laced into your words, “Just fuck me already.”
If the room wasn’t hot before it was hot now. As soon as the plea left your mouth Soobin was stripping his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The visual of the taller man sat on his knees above you as his belt clacked and jiggled as he whipped it off and threw the accessory to the side with a metallic thud made your thighs clench. The way his brows furrowed slightly as the belt fumbled a little and the groan of relief once he was able to undo it and throw it to the side made the everyday action just a little hotter.
You shuffle and pull yourself up to fully take off the shirt that was uncomfortably bunched around your chest. Soobin’s eyes shamelessly stare at your tits as they shake a little when you readjust the strands of hair that fell into your face.
“Shit. Baby. Let me eat you out.” Soobin asks as he hurriedly pushes his trousers around his ankles. If you weren’t so turned on you’d probably laugh at how he swears when the material bunches on his thighs and he’s forced to hop off the bed to fully take the denim off. The strain of his cock against the black material of his Calvin Klein’s makes whatever humour die in the back of your head as you zone in on the print.
“Jus’ need you in me.” You reply earnestly. Soobin crawls back on the bed, leaning over you like predator to prey. His eyes meet yours softly, “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby.”
You almost moan at his words. Soobin uses a hand to trace your features with delicate fingers. Your hand raises to softly hold at the hand. Not to stop him but just to simply touch him.
“I just need your cock, ‘Bin.” You say it so easily Soobin feels himself twitch in his underwear. The fingers tracing your lips lead themselves to your lips, slightly pressing down on the pink flesh to open your mouth silently. You let him use you, opening your mouth so he can press down on your tongue.
“Get my fingers wet, my love.” Soobin hums as he zones in on the way your tongue twirls over the long digits. He wills himself to not teasingly press a little deeper. If he was feeling a little meaner maybe he’d see how far he could go before you gag against the prodding digits. He hooks a thumb on your chin so he can rub his pointer and middle fingers against your tongue.
You hum, voice bordering on a whine as your mouth salivates from his actions and face alone. Soobin pulls his fingers away but taps on your lips to tell you to keep your mouth open. You flinch a little when he spits but you can’t help but smile when the droplet of saliva lands on your tongue neatly. He dips his fingers back in to scoop it up and really coat his fingers.
He lets you breathe when he pulls away. You swallow thickly as Soobin shifts his attention to your needy cunt. The cool sensation of his fingers prodding as your hot, gushing pussy is enough to make your eyes roll back. He circles your clit a few times — the way you like — before dipping the tips of his fingers into your needy hole. He glances up to gage your reaction before pushing in his fingers, wiggling a little to ease them in.
“Didn’t even need you to drool all over my fingers.” Soobin laughs a little as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy exhale as he scissors you open, fingers slowly spreading against your gummy walls to get you used to the feeling.
“Ha-ah, told you I need you.” You retort as your fingers curl against the sheets. Soobin hums and bends his head so he can leave a small kiss at the top of your thigh. The muscle twitches at the sensation but the loving action next to the pumping of his fingers makes your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.
It’s not long before the usual dirty sound of squelching fills the air. Soobin manages to wiggle in a third finger despite your little huffs when it stings as he introduces the third. He hums as he shifts back on his knees so he can use his other hand to circle at your clit.
Your thighs begin to shake a little. Your head lolls back as you whimper. Soobin’s long fingers and strikingly ability to find the spot that makes you see stars is a lethal combo, but one that makes you moan like a bitch in heat.
“Soob, ‘m gonna cum.” You warn. Soobin continues, twisting his fingers just slightly as he rubs a little faster on your clit. You should be embarrassed at the wet sloshing sound that fills the room but you can’t focus on it when the familiar warm tugging sensation starts to pull in your lower stomach.
“Gonna cum for me?” Soobin asks as he looks at your face. Your hair is disheveled from throwing your head back but it falls around your head like a halo. He presses a fingers a little harder against the spongy spot inside your cunt as he continues to coo little praises that makes your walls clench against the fingers.
“Pretty baby.” Soobin cooes as you cum. Your back arches with your pretty tits pointing perkily to the air. Soobin wills himself to not grab at the flesh as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in your squishy walls to help you ride out the orgasm. Your hips chase after the fading sensation before eventually stopping.
Soobin takes the signal to slowly detach his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenches as he pulls out.
Your head feels dizzy as you turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He’s slowly peeling the elastic band of his boxers away from his hips. You’d offer to help if you weren’t still a little breathless from whining for Soobin to keep going.
He rolls the material down his thighs. His quads tighten as his hand wraps around the base of his cock. He uses the juices from the hand he used to finger you to spread it across the sensitive skin.
He hisses at the contact. Despite being sexually active Soobin still swears he feels like he could cum from one touch alone as he looks at your body. He feels like a dam teenager who just got their hands on their first porn mag as he drinks in your vulgar position.
“Roll over for me, baby.” Soobin commands. You nod, slowly rolling yourself over so you can plant yourself on your hands and knees. It used to feel embarrassing to present yourself so freely to Soobin but you’ve gotten used to this man and his libido to realise he’s way to horny to care for slight imperfections you’ve decided you’ve got in your head.
Your back arches as Soobin places a palm on the skin of your ass. You feel the bed dip as he shuffles forward, stomach clenching when the head of his cock taps against your weeping hole.
You hear Soobin inhale before pausing. He shifts backwards before a hot, wet trail of liquid meet your puffy lips. The needy moan that erupts from your mouth when you realise Soobin’s spat on you again — specifically your pussy, turns you on immensely.
“Tell me if it hurts.” Soobin comments as he guides his cock with his hand. He use the fleshy tip to spread the wetness over your folds, gathering them on the bulbous tip so it makes it easier for him to press into your fluttering hole.
The hand on the palm of your ass smooths to your lower back. You instinctively arch further into the mattress, proving him a better view of your messy pussy. He groans as he presses in, relishing in the way your wet cunt immediately sucks him in.
The stinging is delicious. The way the tears poke at your eyes as you clench them shut would make Soobin cum on the spot if he could see your face. You press your face into the pillows, gasping as he inches in slowly.
“Doing okay, love?” Soobin asks as he stops halfway. You nod against the pillow, biting your lip to swallow any hisses. The stretch does burn but the reward after is too enticing to stop him. Soobin leans forward a bit, accidentally pushing in more as he tries to catch a glance of your face, “Words, baby.”
“G-Good! Keep going, Soob. Need it bad!” You squeal as he inches in more. Your legs want to flail but you ground yourself by biting at the pillow you’ve forced your head into.
Soobin bottoms out swiftly. The base of his hips sit snug against your ass as he allows you a moment to breathe. The way your walls clench rapidly around his cock makes the hand on your back slip to grab at your waist. He holds the flesh firmly between his fingers.
“‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He confesses breathlessly. You whimper out an apology as you try to calm your racing heart.
“Move. It’s okay.” You give Soobin the green light to move.
He rocks his hips slowly. Your eyes almost roll back at how big he is. Soobin doesn’t seem to understand that he is bigger than average because the amount of times you have to tell him he can’t just jackhammer into you from start to finish is astonishing. He doesn’t seem to understand that you barely squeeze him into your cunt before he’s almost breaking into your cervix. Poor guy just wants to make you feel good.
He sighs, both hands finding home on your hips as he finds his rhythm. His thighs slap against the back of your legs, filling the void silence in the room as he slowly speeds up.
Your legs shake. His stupidly big cock practically abuses your gspot, punching and drilling it stupid. Even at the slower pace the mushroom tip makes your toes curl like you’re about to cum on the spot.
“Faster!” You command greedily as you press your hips against Soobin’s. Soobin takes your word for it as he begins to press harder, transferring his weight to the grip on your hips so he can thrust harder.
The bruising placement of his hands makes your mouth water. The thought of him leaving imprints of his hands on the soft flesh like a silent marking of ‘Soobin was here.’ is dirtily tantalising.
“Always so tight. You sure you can take me?” Soobin muses as he thrusts harder. The sounds filling the room are a perverts fantasy. Between the sound of slick skin slapping, obscene squelching and pornographic moans alongside the softest dirty talk would have any person sweating.
You pant and wriggle, hips pushing back to meet Soobin. The plush of your ass slaps against the skin of Soobin’s hips leaving soft little stings in its wake. He slides a hand from your hip to messily play with your clit. You cry as he punches hastily, the force of his thrusts making his hand slip and pull at the sensitive skin.
“‘M gonna cum!” You warn as Soobin continues to draw messy figure 8’s on your clit. He pants as he chases the orgasm, legs and arms burning as he wills himself to keep going.
The sweat that was building on his hairline falls down his face in small streaks and he groans as he flicks his head back. The strands of his hair stick to the sweaty skin, casting a shadow across his face.
“Go ahead, love. Come.” Soobin keens when you clamp down a little firmer than usual. The spasms of your sensitive walls leads him to a quicker release but he refuses to come before you do.
You yelp as a specifically hard thrust makes your vision dot “Fuck! Mhmph!! Soobin — Ha-ah, shit!”
“You sound like a pornstar.” Soobin manages to speak past the whiny whimper that escaped him when the first spirt of his cum shoots into your walls. He spews apologies when he can’t hold it back, fucking you like a pocket pussy as he chases his relief.
You’re practically melted onto the sheets when you come. Whether it’s from Soobin’s off handed comment or the searing hot feeling of his cum costing your walls, one last clench around his bulbous cock and you’re cumming like a whiny bitch.
Soobin lets you ride it out despite his sensitive nature. The sounds that escape him are more adjacent to his usual tone during sex, soft and needy. The slamming of his hips has slowed to a rocking pace. You both hiss as his sensitive heads prods at your spongy spot.
“You did.. so good for me.” Soobin exhales faintly. He slowly pulls out and your walls clench uncomfortably at the feeling. His hands detach themselves from your body as you fully embrace the soft bedding below you. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment made you forget about how hot you are. The warm flush radiates form your body as you both separate for cool air.
You shift, turning so you can face Soobin. He settles against the pillow next to you, facing the ceiling as he catches his breath.
“What got into you?” You ask with a trace of a laugh. Soobin snickers as he rolls his neck softly. He just shrugs.
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SUMMARY: staying over at your best friend’s apartment was nothing new to you- but when an unexpected thunderstorm strikes, soobin comforts you in his own way.
soobin x fem!reader
WARNINGS: reader is scared of thunder, slight panic attack, soobin has a mirror on his ceiling, dom!soobin, sub!reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f rec.), overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism (hueningkai is still in the apartment)
wc: 9.1k
notes! this was my friend’s idea (@bluetyunhour) originally that she came up with for me since i have a fear of thunder.. this is also barely proofread,,, sorry!
you sighed quietly as you knocked on the door. your muscles were aching, and you swore you could feel your head beginning to pound. the door opened slowly, revealing a sweat-clad hueningkai standing on the other side.
“y/n!” he opened the door more, allowing you to walk inside. you shot him a tight lipped smile, walking over to the couch and letting your bag drop.
“where is everyone?” you ask, stretching your hands above your head.
“yeonjun’s out. soobin’s in his room,” he replied, walking over to the couch before plopping down. you nodded and thanked him before heading off to soobin’s room.
opening the door quietly, you were met with a relatively dark room, mostly lit up by the colors emanating from soobin’s pc.
“soobin?” you poked your head through the door, watching as he looked up from his game, a smile growing on his face the second he recognized you.
“hey.”
“hi,” you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you.
“how was school?” he paused his game, his full attention on you for the time being.
“so tiring. i need to relax,” you sighed, the pounding in your head finally becoming noticeable.
soobin stared at you for a second before chuckling lightly.
“you can take a nap in my bed,” soobin spoke, “i’m gaming with beomgyu, but i’ll try and be quiet.”
the exhaustion in your eyes was evident, and you took him up on his offer happily, practically ready to just sleep on the ground at that point.
“oh, wait,” he stood up quickly, heading over to his tv to turn it on, “is jujutsu kaisen okay with you?”
you laughed quietly, getting situated under his covers, “i’m gonna be sleeping through it. put whatever on, soob.”
“whatever you say,” he smiled, walking back to his pc, “sleep well.”
you hummed in response, turning over to your side as you snuggled up, letting your eyes flutter shut as sleep began to envelop you.
you were grateful for this tradition. getting to hang out with your best friends after a long day of school. it didn’t matter if everyone was busy, just being able to be around them and enjoy each other’s company was enough for you.
you had to admit, ever since you started working along with going to college it got much harder to hang out, but you would always find ways to hang out with them multiple times a week, sometimes crashing on the couch overnight before leaving early for class the next day.
while you slowly lost consciousness, you listened to jujutsu kaisen playing quietly in the back, and the sounds of soobin tapping his keyboard as he talked with beomgyu quietly.
-
you woke up a good hour and a half later, feeling a bit more well rested.
you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head as your eyes focused on soobin across from you.
all you could see from where you sat was the back of his head, and sometimes a glimpse of his side profile if he turned his head a bit.
you were pretty bored at this point, not knowing what else to do and deciding you wanted to spend time with your best friend.
soobin wouldn’t mind if you asked him to hang out, right?
you slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, calling out his name quietly.
“soobin.”
he didn’t hear, too engrossed with his game as he continued talking to beomgyu and hitting keys on his keyboard.
you reached your hand out to tap his shoulder lightly, “soobin.”
he jumped slightly at the action, pausing his game to turn around and look at you, slowly removing his headphones as he gave you an expectant look.
“what’s up?” he asked, fluffing his hair with one hand.
you cleared your throat, your eyes flickering across soobin’s face, suddenly aware of how attractive he really was. you blushed slightly, trying to not let it show how much of an effect he had on you. something about his hair in the dim light was getting to you.
“i was just, uhm.. bored,” you spoke quietly, now feeling embarrassed for pulling him out of his game to cater to your needs.
his face softened a bit, looking at his game before looking back at you, “you wanna hang out?”
“only if you want,” you sat back on your heels, trying not to look too desperate, but you were really bored and fiending for some attention at this point. and your eyes might have kept wandering to soobin’s lips a bit too much, or maybe it was you following his hand with your eyes as he brushed back his hair.
what you didn’t know was that he noticed everything, every little glimpse and action. he knew you were into him. but he wasn’t going to point that out.
“i would, but me and beomgyu still have a few hours of gaming left,” he responded with an apologetic look, trying to ignore the way your face visibly dropped at his sentence.
“how many?”
“like, uh, three,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face. you glanced at the clock to see it was already 10pm.
“oh, okay,” you responded, slowly beginning to scoot yourself back on the bed, “i’ll just go back to sleep.”
“you sure?” he turned around more, reaching for the tv remote, presumably ready to give it to you.
“yeah, i’m sure. don’t worry about it, i’m still tired anyway,” you yawned, lying back down and turning on your side, “i’ll talk to you later. night, soob.”
he hummed out a goodnight in response, before putting his headphones back on and turning around.
you were disappointed, you weren’t even going to lie. were you less important than the game to him? soobin would usually drop whatever he was doing to hang out with you when you came over, so of course you felt a bit discouraged right now.
but a part of you felt guilty for wanting his attention all to yourself. he was just trying to talk to beomgyu, and they deserve that without you whining. you decided to not ponder on it too much, and honestly soobin’s sheets were too comfortable for you to stay awake any longer. your thoughts became muddled as you once again let your eyes shut and went to sleep.
-
you woke up to the smell of ramen invading your nostrils. you really thought you were imagining things at first until you realized the smell was in fact right next to you.
you opened your eyes to see a large bowl of ramen, and a plate of kimchi sitting next to it. you smiled brightly as you took in the smell more, letting the comforting smell warm you up.
your mouth was watering as you took the first bite, letting out an audible hum and savoring the taste.
you figured soobin had to have made it at some point while you were asleep, looking up to see him taking a sip from his drink, head thrown back as he was close to finishing the bottle.
your eyes flickered to his adam’s apple, maybe staring for a bit longer than you needed to.
you silently thanked him in your head, not wanting to disrupt his gaming anymore, before taking another bite of the yummy dinner.
you didn’t even know if it could be called dinner anymore considering it was 11pm, but you were hungry.
you got lost in thought, eyes focusing in on soobin’s hands moving quickly across the keys, letting your gaze move to his head, watching his side profile become illuminated by his pc when he turned his head slightly.
it was eerily quiet in the room. soobin had turned the tv off at some point, the only light source in his room being his pc.
once again, your eyes dropped to his hands. long, skinny fingers hitting the keys quickly, sliding all over the keyboard as he typed a message out. a part of you felt bad for staring, but what could you say? soobin was attractive. anyone could see it.
you were lucky enough to call him your best friend, but there were certain points you wished you could be able to call him more.
small taps broke you out of your daydreaming, looking out the window to your left to see rain hitting the glass.
well, that’s amazing.
you didn’t remember seeing that it was gonna rain at all, and it was picking up pretty quickly, the soft taps on the window turning into fat droplets pelting the glass.
you grabbed your phone off the bedside table, opening the weather app only to see that it was going to be raining for the next few days.
and not just raining. storming. there was supposed to be thunder, lighting, and flash floods. you quickly accepted the fact you weren’t going home tonight, and if it was going to be storming like they were predicting you probably weren’t going to be leaving the apartment until it was over.
you slowly put your phone back down, going back to slowly eating your food, this time deciding to take a small bite out of the kimchi lying next to your ramen.
your attention was taken away from the food when you heard soobin shuffling in his seat.
he had turned around to look at you, seeming surprised you were awake.
“you’re up?”
“yeah, uhm, i just woke up like five minutes ago,” you responded, taking another bite of kimchi, “thanks for the food.”
he smiled, “it’s no problem, i felt bad for not being able to hang out. beomgyu just really wants to play games tonight since he’s not free any other day.”
“no, don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” you were still slightly disappointed, but you weren’t going to let that show.
“also, it’s supposed to be raining for the rest of the night, i guess it’s gonna storm pretty bad,” you added.
soobin turned to look out the window, nodding at the sight, “well, you can sleep in here then, it’s gonna be too cold on the couch.”
you shook your head softly. the couch was already pretty cold on normal nights, so you didn’t even want to imagine how cold it was going to be if you slept on it tonight. you were glad soobin was offering up his bed, but that meant he was going to be cold.
“i don’t want you sleeping on the couch either,” you spoke quietly.
he tilted his head at you, lips pouting a bit, “who said i was sleeping on the couch?”
oh.
oh.
your lips parted into a small ‘o’ as you processed his words, just nodding at him. you were totally fine. you could do this! sharing a bed with soobin? your best friend? no big deal. you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers as you bit your lip, trying to ignore the feeling of soobin’s eyes on you.
soobin watched you for a bit, waiting for your reply which never came. he slowly turned around and went back to his game, unpausing it to join beomgyu again.
you picked up your phone once again, confirming to yourself that it was going to be storming. you put your phone down, deciding the best thing to do at this point was sleep, you hated storms, you didn’t wanna have to deal with them and considering you left your headphones at your house you had nothing to help you.
slowly climbing out of bed, you trudged over to soobin, watching the small smile on his face as he chuckled at something beomgyu said. you tapped him on his shoulder lightly and he turned to look at you quickly, telling beomgyu to hold on a second.
“yes?” he asked, taking in the tired look in your eyes.
“i’m gonna go to sleep, just wanted to let you know,” you answered, giving him a small smile before heading back to the bed.
“goodnight, sleep well,” was all he said in response before turning back to his game.
as you climbed under the covers you couldn’t help but feel even more disappointed at the fact soobin was once again choosing his game over you.
what you didn’t know was that soobin felt terrible and he wanted more than anything to spend time with you. if you had come on any other day, it would’ve been perfectly fine. but him and beomgyu haven’t been able to hang out like this in weeks and he wanted to be able to spend time with his other best friend too. with the screen going black on his pc in between levels, he saw your pouty frame sitting in bed and holding onto his bunny plushie, before sighing and finally lying down.
he slowly lifted one of his headphones off of one of his ears, just barely enough so he could hear the outside noise well. just in case you needed anything, he would be able to hear clearly.
you were getting more comfortable in soobin’s sheets, nearly on the edge of passing out. sleep was starting to reach out for you, ready to envelope you in it’s soft embrace, lulling you off into dreamland. you snuggled your face further into soobin’s pillow, consciousness slipping further away from you- then a strike of thunder.
a loud gasp tore itself from your throat as you shot upright, gripping onto the sheets beside you as you tried to catch your breath. almost as fast as you shot up, soobin was spinning around in his chair to see your shaking frame.
“y/n? are you okay? what happened?” he questioned, staring at you with wide eyes.
“nothing, nothing,” your voice shook as you answered, “just a bad dream.”
you weren’t entirely sure if he believed you, he didn’t say anything for a couple seconds and just stared at you, and all you could do was hope another boom of thunder didn’t reverberate through the sky.
“are you sure?” he pressed further.
“i’m fine, soobin. don’t worry about me,” you smiled, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach your eyes, but it was enough for soobin to nod at you and turn back around towards his game, still being sure to keep one headphone off of his ear.
letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you slowly situated yourself back under the covers, trying to calm your breathing while snuggling further into soobin’s covers.
another boom or thunder shook the sky, your eyes scrunching shut as you held on tighter to soobin’s blanket, trying to ignore the loud noises. every time you were calming down more, another loud boom would follow, the sound filling your eardrums and causing panic to rise within you.
your knuckles were turning white from the hold you had on the sheets, feeling tears well up in your eyes as your breathing quickened. you just wanted the noise to stop. you hatred thunder.
ever since you were a little kid, you had memories of hiding under tables to get away from the thunder, letting out loud, wailing sobs as you clung onto your mom after she dragged you out, crying that you were scared of the loud noises in the sky. it was a fear that never truly went away, always sure to carry headphones with you if you knew it was going to rain so you could pop them in if thunder started and block the noises out of your mind. that however, wasn’t working today.
a small tear escaped your eye, followed by many more. you were trying to remain quiet, trying to calm your breathing which wasn’t really doing much, trying to push the fear out of your mind. small sniffles could be heard from you, burying your head further into soobin’s sheets, doing anything to drown out the noise.
you jumped at the feeling of a hand gently placing itself over yours, their thumb caressing your knuckles lightly. opening your eyes softly, soobin was kneeling next to the bed, concerned eyes looking into your teary eyes.
“are you scared of the thunder?” he spoke, glancing out the window before turning back to you.
you shook your head, staring at him, “no.”
“you’re scared of the thunder,” he replied.
“no, i’m not-” you tried to refute, but a crash of thunder sounded, your body tensing at the sound.
soobin stared at you for a bit with a solemn look on his face, his hand coming up to your face to wipe away your falling tears. you tried to ignore the way your breath hitched, and how your eyes widened slightly.
he stood up abruptly, startling you slightly, “come with me,” he spoke, holding out his hand for you to take.
your eyebrows furrowed slightly, but you knew you could trust him. you raised your hand slowly and grabbed onto his as you flung your legs over the edge of the bed, pushing yourself off to stand up.
you let him guide you over to his computer, his hands dropping to your waist to maneuver you to sit in his chair, giving you a small smile before he grabbed his headset.
“hey, beomgyu, y/n is gonna play with us for a bit. she’s taking my spot,” he explained into the microphone, and you heard a muffled response from the other side, not being able to make out what beomgyu was saying.
he pulled the headset off of his head, placing it over your ears and motioning for you to speak.
“hi,” you stammered, your hands resting on the edge of soobin’s desk, not wanting to mess up anything.
“hey y/n! i was getting sick of playing with that loser, i’m glad you’re here,” beomgyu responded, and you couldn’t help the abrupt laugh that slipped past your lips, lifting your head to look at soobin with a smile.
“what?” soobin asked with a confused look on his face, “is he talking shit about me?”
you shook your head, looking back down towards the screen, “well, i’m really bad at gaming. i wouldn’t get too happy. what even is this game?”
“we’re basically connected by a rope, and we have to work together to get the key that leads you to the next level. it’s mostly teamwork,” he explained while you nodded along to his words, forgetting he couldn’t see you.
“okay, i can do this. that sounds easy enough,” you smiled, your voice more determined as you placed your hands on the keyboard, looking up to soobin to make sure you were using the correct keys. he nodded, and you looked back down, ready to start.
you started walking forward, beomgyu’s character moving with yours, beomgyu going to jump while you fell, dragging both of your characters down.
you sucked in some air, your face scrunching up, “sorry! i didn’t mean to do that.”
you heard beomgyu’s muffled laugh on the other side, “you’re fine. not everyone can be an amazing gamer like i am.”
a soft giggle escaped your lips, shaking your head as you played along with an exaggerated tone to your voice, “oh, right, i’m so sorry. i’ll get it right next time.”
you lied. you had tried six more times, and the same exact thing happened every time. you were starting to feel more embarrassed and you could tell beomgyu was getting slightly restless.
you weren’t on time with beomgyu, you would jump too early and he would fall, or you would jump too late and he would fall. you looked down with an embarrassed look as a sigh left your lips.
“i’m sorry, beomgyu. i told you i wasn’t good at this,” you muttered, your hands coming up to cover your face.
“it’s okay, we’ve got this,” he reassured you, sensing how nervous you were starting to get.
“here,” soobin chimed in from behind you, his hands reaching around you to grab your wrists lightly, “put your hands on the keys.”
you nodded, lowering your hands to place them on the keyboard again, situating yourself in a more upright position.
you felt soobin place his fingers on top of yours, his warm touch sending a shiver up your arms. you sucked in a breath, one you were sure both beomgyu and soobin heard. you clenched your eyes shut for a second in embarrassment and wished soobin didn’t have this much of an effect on you.
“i’ll help you,” he whispered, leaning down so his head was next to yours. if you weren’t wearing the headset he would’ve been whispering directly into your ear. you pushed away the lustful thoughts that filled your brain, clearing your throat and nodding at his words.
“okay..” you squeaked, your voice small. this was humiliating.
“soobin’s gonna help me, beomgyu,” you informed him, soobin guiding your hand to click the restart button on the level, the screen flashing as you two were once again at the starting point.
“i heard him, don’t worry,” he spoke, and you smiled slightly. soobin’s hands pressed down on your fingers, guiding your character to move, quickly getting through the part you were struggling with before.
“not so hard, was it?” he asked so quietly, it was almost a whisper. you turned your head to the side slightly, your breath coming out shaky when you realized how close your faces were.
you nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a small smile, “yeah..”
getting through the levels after that was easy, and you had gotten accustomed to the feeling of soobin being so close to you. you were bickering with beomgyu, the two of you talking about everything while you went through the levels, with the occasional jab towards soobin beomgyu would make.
you would laugh every time, soobin simply shaking his head. he was close enough to your ear to hear what beomgyu was saying, responding to the insults and listening to the way beomgyu would get quiet before bursting out with a laugh, not knowing soobin had heard him.
you had completely forgotten about the storm at this point, too caught up in the game as the levels got harder and harder. to be fair, you were barely doing any work. but it was still fun to at least be playing a part in it.
“okay, we have to lock in. this level is gonna be hard,” beomgyu said, and you heard him take a deep breath as you looked at the screen in front of you.
it definitely didn’t look easy.
“soobin, better work hard-“ beomgyu began to tease, his voice cutting out as soobin’s computer shut off, leaving the room pitch black. your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the screen, turning to face soobin with a concerned look.
he mirrored your expression, turning to look at the screen, “uh.. let me..”
he bent down, checking the plugs and clicking the keyboard a couple times, a slight hum leaving him.
“i don’t know what happened, everything is still connected,” he mumbled, standing back up to look down at you.
a loud knock on the door caused you to jump slightly, soobin turning around to look.
“yeah?,” he called, waiting for a reply.
“the power went out!” hueningkai called from the other side, and soobin turned to look back at you, the computer turning off suddenly making a lot more sense.
“oh, makes sense,” he responded, reaching down to pull the headphones off of your ears and place them on the table next to you. the two of you shared an embarrassed look, both wondering why you didn’t think of that at first.
“hey, where’s y/n? i haven’t seen her,” hueningkai continued. you looked up at soobin with a small smile, a soft giggle leaving you.
“she’s in here. she’s staying with me tonight,” he responded, smiling back at you.
“oh,” he mumbled, a pause before his next words, “okay. goodnight.”
“goodnight,” the two of you called back, listening as hueningkai’s footsteps descended from the door. silence surrounding the two of you once again.
it was hard to see soobin at all. the room was pitch black, and he looked like a silhouette in front of you, nothing more.
“i’m gonna go get some candles,” he blurted, breaking the silence and beginning to make a move for the door.
your hand moved before you could think too much about it, grabbing onto his wrist and stopping him from going any further. well, let’s be honest, you weren’t stopping him at all. he could’ve kept walking if he wanted to. but he stopped for you.
“don’t go,” you whispered, your grip on his wrist loosening as you lowered your hand back down into your lap, beats of silence passing as you waited for his response.
he hummed quietly, turning back towards you, “okay.”
he was standing so close to you, looking down at you, and from the proximity you could make out his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “you’re really dependent on me, aren’t you?”
you rolled your eyes playfully, a laugh leaving you, “shut up.”
he did, surprisingly. he tilted his head to the side, almost observing you. a loud crash of thunder filled the room with noise, your eyes clenching shut as your body went rigid.
“soobin,” you squeaked out, not even realizing his name had left your lips as you looked up at him, panic flashing across your face.
you felt your eyes grow watery, a pout forming on your lips as you met his eyes. he looked like he was once again trying to figure out what to do. he couldn’t distract you with technology this time, he couldn’t block out the noise for you. a small tear slipped down your face, a broken whimper leaving your lips as more thunder sounded throughout the quiet room. you couldn’t even be embarrassed about crying over thunder at this point. you were so overwhelmed.
soobin’s hands reached under your legs, pulling them towards him, before reaching his arms behind your chest and lifting you up, holding you bridal style.
a small part of your mind flickered to how strong he was, how easily he was able to pick you up and how easily he was able to carry you.
he shuffled over to the bed, lighting tossing your body down as you landed with a quiet “oomph”. your eyes flickered down towards him, trying to make out where he was in the darkness.
you saw him lift one leg up onto the bed, leaning his upper body over you as he held eye contact with you, not saying anything, just watching how you reacted to him.
he slowly began to crawl up your body, the only noise being your shaky breaths and the rain hitting the window. shivers erupted across your body as you felt him get higher.
what the fuck is he doing? you thought to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as you watched him.
he was so close now, leaning right over your face. a lightning strike lit up the room, your eyes meeting soobin’s more clearly. there was desire evident in his eyes, your mind going haywire. you had to have been imagining that, right? there’s no way.
he leaned down very slightly, his voice quiet and breathy as he spoke, “do you want me to help you?”
a small gasp slipped past your lips, your eyes wide. you couldn’t say anything. the words wouldn’t leave your mouth. this was not happening. this was not reality.
he leaned down, his face so, so close to yours, before he moved his head towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he continued, “use your words. yes or no.”
a shiver ran down your spine, a shaky breath leaving your lips as your body finally forced the words out, “yes. please.”
you felt him smile against your ear, lifting his head once again so he was hovering over you. he reached one hand out to wipe the still-wet tears on your face, his thumb then trailing down to your lips and pulling your bottom lip down before letting it slap back into place.
god, he was so hot. you sucked in a breath of air at the action, your eyes locked on his as began to lean down.
it was soft. his lips were so soft, slowly moving against your own as he titled your head up slightly to access your mouth better. a soft whine slipped past your lips, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.
he pulled away, looking into your eyes. this was your best friend. you were kissing your best friend. your hands slid up to his hair, tangling themselves in his roots and tugging slightly, hearing him suck in a breath of air before his lips were back against yours.
his tongue prodded lightly at your bottom lip, and you obliged easily, opening your mouth to let him in. he was so gentle with his kisses, but they were all-consuming at the same time. his hand that was on your jaw moved down your body, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt before he pushed his hand under slowly.
a gasp left your lips at the feeling of his cold hand on your warm stomach, his large hand splayed out on your abdomen. he wasn’t moving it, just holding it there, like he was waiting for you to tell him to stop. like he wanted you to tell him this was a bad idea.
you didn’t. you would never. fuck, you’ve wanted him for so long, you weren’t going to cut things off now.
his mouth was pushing harder against yours, his kisses getting slightly more rough. your thighs rubbed together while your fingers found themselves tugging at his hair once again. you felt him smirk against your lips, his hand finally beginning to inch up your abdomen.
another crash of thunder. your lips stuttered against his, the grip you had on his hair loosening at the sound. you were so enthralled, you had forgotten why you two started making out in the first place.
he pulled away from you slightly, just enough so he could speak, your lips still brushing each other so very lightly.
“focus on me. not the thunder. i’m right here,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck.
you only nodded at his words. you felt like you were in a dream at this point. his lips softly kissed at your neck, nipping slightly in certain spots before he made sure to run his tongue over the spot, pressing a small kiss before moving on to another spot.
you rolled your head back against the sheets, giving him all the access he needed as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. a fleeting thought of how you would explain this to hueningkai in the morning popped into your mind but you decided that was a problem for tomorrow.
you felt his fingers reach the bottom of your bra before stopping and tapping your skin lightly. you guessed he was asking if it was okay to keep going further.
“yes,” you spoke, your voice breathy and sounding foreign to yourself. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. his hand moved up higher, cupping your bra-covered breast in his hand and giving it a light squeeze.
a moan slipped past your lips before you shut your mouth quickly. you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second. you felt him laugh against your neck, his breath tickling you and the sound so soft. he sat up, the hand that was holding himself up moving to the bottom of your shirt.
“can i take this off?,” his voice was quiet, but it wasn’t nervous. no, he sounded confident. it only turned you on more, a whine slipping past your lips as you nodded your head, arching your back slightly to make it easier for him.
he pulled your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it to a random corner in the room before he was leaving down, his lips latching on to your chest. you sucked in a breath at the action.
“soobin,” you whispered quietly, your voice shaky and ridden with need. you didn’t know where to put your hands, they were going from his shoulder, to his hair, to his biceps.
his hand snaked under your back and you lifted yourself off the bed as best you could as he undid your bra. you tried not to let the fact that he did it effortlessly with one hand linger for too long in your mind. he slid your bra off your body slowly, before leaning back down to press a kiss on your now exposed breast, his other hand coming up to play with the other one. his lips latched onto your nipple, lolling his tongue over the pebbled skin and you swore you were going to go insane.
gasps and whines were leaving your lips as he continued to pleasure both of ur breasts, humming against your exposed flesh. he pulled away just slightly, his hand continuing to squeeze and caress your other breast as he mumbled, “you’re so pretty, fuck.”
“more,” you whimpered out, any proper responses long gone from your mind at this point. your hands clawed at his shirt as best you could, trying to pull it over his head. he got the memo, sitting up and tugging the offensive piece of clothing off of him, your eyes taking in his now exposed chest.
it wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before- no, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times. this felt different. so, so different.
he leaned back down, trailing kisses down your torso while his hands roamed before finally setting on the hem of your sweats, “lift for me.”
you pushed your hips off the bed slightly, giving him access to pull your sweats and panties down slowly. you heard a small gasp escape his lips, your legs pushing together out of instinct, “you’re soaking, y/n, fuck.”
he hummed, shaking his head before pulling your legs apart, “don’t hide from me.” you whined softly as your head lolled to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you shouldn’t be embarrassed, really. but nerves were still coursing through your body, your eyes clenching shut.
“hey.” his hands rubbed your thighs lightly, pulling your attention back to him, “why are you so nervous?”
you didn’t say anything for a bit, pursing your lips as you thought of a response. “you make me nervous,” you finally mumbled out, looking down at him slowly.
he chuckled softly, his fingers moving further up your thighs, closer to where you needed him. a soft gasp left your lips, your eyes widening slightly. he hummed, his eyes flickering down and back up, “i do?”
you nodded, a small- and borderline embarrassing- whimper slipping past your lips. your hips wiggled slightly despite your nerves, trying to get him closer to where you needed him. “soobin, please,” you gasped out, your eyes staring into his.
he finally obliged, one of his fingers sliding through your folds, a sharp gasp leaving you. “keep your eyes on the mirror, baby,” he mumbled, giving you a smirk as your head fell back, your eyes barely being able to make out the sight that was being reflected on the mirror.
“want you to watch as i ruin you,” he continued, your body tensing at his words. god, you were not making it out of this. his fingers slid up to your clit, slowly massaging the bundle of nerves. your breathing sped up, a soft moan slipping past your lips as your hands grabbed onto the sheets beside you.
“soob, please. need you so bad,” you whined, grinding your hips up into his hand. his other hand moved to your abdomen, pushing down to keep your hips in place. a moan left you, your hands moving from the sheets to his hair.
“patience,” he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice. his fingers moved from your clit, two of his fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing in slowly. you moaned softly, your head rolling back. “eyes on the mirror,” he mumbled a reply, pulling his fingers out almost all the way before pushing them back in.
you didn’t really hear him, focusing too heavily on the feeling of his fingers. until you felt him latch onto your clit, his lips sucking lightly and drawing a mix of a moan and a gasp from your lips, “fuck!”
you pulled your vision back to the mirror, the sight barely illuminated, the only thing visible being your silhouettes- which were still incredibly hard to see. your fingers tugged at soobin’s hair, trying your best to contain your sounds as you bit your lip so hard you were sure you could draw blood soon.
he was licking and sucking at your clit, his fingers speeding up inside of you, the wet sounds that were leaving your pussy were something you would have normally been embarrassed by, but you were too far gone by this point.
whispers of his name and profanities were leaving your lips, your hands gripping his hair harder as he hummed against you, sending a chill throughout your body. you felt the first tingling’s of your orgasm creeping up on you, your legs threatening to close around his head.
“soobin- soobin ‘m close..” you struggled out between whines, unable to do anything besides take what he was giving you, throwing your head back against the pillow.
soobin removed his fingers, moving his hands to hold either of your thighs down as he moved his tongue, licking a long stripe up your heat. one of your hands flew from his hair to your mouth, struggling to hold in the noises leaving your lips at this point.
“you’re so fucking wet. tastes so good,” he mumbled against your lips, licking and sucking harder as he pushed your legs further apart, practically making out with your cunt, “you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my tongue?”
you nodded dumbly, too close to your orgasm to process his words or anything that was happening around you besides the feeling creeping up on you. your eyes were trained on the ceiling, your orgasm growing tighter, so close to falling over the edge.
a lightning strike lit up the room, giving you a perfect view of soobin’s head in between your thighs, your hand gripping his hair, and your fucked out face. you stared back at your reflection, the familiar feeling creeping up on you all too quickly.
“fuck, i’m gonna-“ you started, your orgasm cutting you off as your back arched into the air, your hand tugging harder at soobin’s hair. your body shook, his hands pushing your thighs down harder as he groaned into your cunt, the feeling heightening your orgasm. muffled whines pushed their way past your lips, although your hand was trying its best to muffle the noises.
soobin wasn’t slowing down. even as you started to come down from your orgasm, tinges of overstimulation mixing pain with pleasure, he kept going. “soobin.. too much,” you whimpered, your hand falling from your mouth to grab onto his hair, attempting to push his head away.
“you taste so good,” he responded, his voice muffled and sending vibrations up your core, your legs twitching at the feeling.
“soobin,” you mewled, tears welling up in your eyes as you attempted to push your thighs together, your head falling to the side.
he lifted his head, looking up at your shaking form with a small smirk adorning his lips, “you can give me one more, can’t you?”
he went back to eating you out almost immediately, except this time he removed one of his hands from your thigh, pushing two of his fingers inside your dripping hole, beginning to thrust them in and out.
you threw your head back, a gasp falling from your lips as your hands tugged at his hair. “i can’t.. soobin,” you whimpered, tears falling down your face at the feeling.
he moved his free hand, once again pressing his hand down on your stomach as he sped up his fingers, the feeling pushing you close to the edge once again. you but your lip hard, holding in the noises threatening to leave your lips as he continued his ministrations.
you couldn’t even give soobin a warning this time, your second orgasm crashing over you as your eyes rolled back, your pussy gushing all over his fingers and face.
he helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly pulling his fingers out of you once it started becoming too much again. he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, your legs jumping slightly at the feeling.
he pushed himself back up your body, enveloping your lips in a soft kiss. you tasted yourself on his lips, humming quietly into the kiss. he ground himself against your core, his bulge applying the perfect amount of friction against your clit. you gasped against his lips as your head tilted back slightly.
he looked down at you, a teasing expression on his face, “what’s wrong?”
you couldn’t care less that he was teasing you at this point, grinding your core up against him. “need you,” you mumbled.
“yeah?” he teased, continuing to grind his hard cock against you. he wanted to be inside you so bad, his sweats were painful at this point and your pussy was providing the perfect amount of friction for him. he wanted to keep teasing you, to see how far he could push you, but his self control was shattering more every second.
he pulled away, a whine falling from your lips at the feeling disappearing. you looked up at him with a pout, “why’d you stop?”
“i’d rather you come on my cock,” he replied simply, his words rendering you speechless. he tugged his sweats and underwear down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. the tip was red and leaking, your mouth dropping open at the sight. he stroked himself a few times with his hand, a cocky smile on his lips when he noticed your reaction.
“holy shit,” you mumbled, a new wave of arousal washing over you. he leaned his body over yours once more, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“are you ready?” he asked softly, lining himself up with your entrance. you nodded quickly, letting out a desperate hum as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back down to your lips. he reciprocated the kiss immediately, pushing his hips forward slowly and enveloping himself in your tight heat.
you gasped, your lips separating from his as your face scrunched up and a moan spilled past your lips, closing your mouth quickly. soobin’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to move forward slowly, “fuck, you’re so tight.”
you couldn’t get any words out, noises stuck in your throat as he practically split you open on his cock. he finally bottomed out, his thighs flush against the back of yours. you could feel every ridge and vein, a deep breath leaving him as he spoke, his voice shaky, “i’m gonna start moving.”
“okay,” you whispered, a whine slipping past your lips as he pulled out, pushing himself back in quicker than before. you couldn’t think straight, your mind muddled and completely focused on how good you felt right now, how soobin was fucking you just right, setting a perfect rhythm.
“soobin, fuck,” you mumbled, your hands moving to his neck, his arms, his back, anywhere that you could get a hold of to ground yourself. the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated quietly throughout the room, the both of you trying your best to be quiet, but, fuck, it was hard.
“gonna make you cum on my cock. make you forget about everything else,” he sighed, his hand coming down to push on your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the pressure, “fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.”
he stopped his movement, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at him, “no- no, don’t stop.”
he didn’t answer, grabbing your legs and pressing them to your chest, holding them there by the back of your knees as he started to move again, the new angle making him feel even deeper. “fuck, oh my god,” you whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow. he had you practically locked under his hold, unable to do anything besides take all of him.
a certain thrust had him pushing up right against your g-spot, a broken gasp leaving your lips as your hand shot out to the sides, gripping the sheets as your eyes rolled back. soobin caught on quickly, rolling his hips up against the same spot, “right there?”
“yes, yes, please, oh my god,” you babbled, trying your best to hold the sounds threatening to push past your lips in. he picked up his pace more, hitting the perfect spot repeatedly. you felt your high growing quickly, the band getting ready to snap.
“soobin, i’m close,” you whined, his hand immediately coming down to rub circles on your clit. the added stimulation pushed you even closer to the edge, your eyes clenching shut.
“me too, baby. gonna stuff you full of my cum,” he groaned out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared the edge, “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“pleeease, i need it. need your cum,” you whine, your hands pulling at the sheets harder as you feel the band in your stomach growing tighter, “i’m gonna cum- soob!”
he sped up his thrusts, rubbing harder at your clit, “cum for me.”
his words pushed you over the edge, your toes clenching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm exploded, your release gushing all over his cock. your pussy clenched tightly around him, making it harder for soobin to move as he groaned, watching how your face contorted as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.
“fuck, baby. squeezing me so tight. i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up,” his voice was strangled and shaky, his hips slamming against yours as he shot his cum inside you, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. he rocked his hips slowly against yours, helping the two of you ride out your highs.
your breathing slowed down as your body relaxed into the sheets, trying to process what had just happened. his forehead dropped against yours softly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before releasing your legs, them instantly falling down by your sides.
“hey,” he whispered against your lips, a soft smile playing on his lips as his hands came up to your face, pressing another kiss to your lips before he continued, “want you to ride me.”
your eyes snapped open, staring into his eyes with an exasperated look, “soobin, i’ve come three times already. i can’t do another one.”
“oh, but i think you can,” he smiled, looking out the window before turning back to you, “besides, it’s still thundering outside.”
you couldn’t even get an answer out before he was flipping the two of you over, a gasp leaving your mouth as your hands shot out to his chest to steady yourself. the new position had him hitting different spots inside you, your pussy clenching around his hardening cock.
a corner of his lip lifted, his hand slapping your ass lightly, “turn around for me, baby.”
you obliged, pulling off of him with shaky legs as you both winced at the feeling as you moved your body, positioning yourself over him once again. you were trying to ignore the soreness in your legs, grabbing his now hard dick and aligning him with your entrance before slowly sinking down.
you bit your lip hard, holding back the moan of pleasure, a small whimper slipping out instead. “fuck, soobin,” you whined, your head dropping to your chest as you continued to lower yourself, finally feeling him bottom out.
“just like that, doing so good for me, hm?” he mumbled, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he helped guide your movements, your mouth falling open at the new feeling. you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, your hands steadying themselves on his thighs, helping you move quicker as you bit back moans and cries.
your legs were stinging, threatening to give out on you as you tried to keep going and push yourself through the pain. it didn’t work, your legs dropping down as you took a deep breath. you tried to lift yourself up again, but soobin’s hands held you in place.
“relax,” he murmured quietly, bending his knees and pushing his feet into the mattress, his hips thrusting up into yours and immediately setting a brutal pace. you couldn’t fight the loud cry that left your lips, one of your hands slapping up to your mouth as you tried your best to muffle the desperate sounds leaving you.
he was so deep, hitting you in places that had tears welling up in your eyes, your hand gripping onto his thigh like a lifeline. “too much!” you cried, the hand on your mouth dropping down to his other thigh to hold yourself in place.
one of his hands moved from your hip, slowly sliding up the rest of your body before he reached your neck, grabbing your chin and angling your head up towards the ceiling. “look at yourself, baby. how good you’re taking me,” he spoke gruffly, voice consumed by lust.
your fucked-our face was staring back at you, teary eyes and mouth hung open, soobin’s hand holding your chin and his hips pistoning up into yours. his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pulled between his teeth as he watched the way you sucked him in. you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you at the lewd sight.
it was like a dam broke. all the moans and whimpers you had been holding in were slipping past your lips as the tears that had been welling up in your eyes spilled over. he angled his hips just right, thrusting up against your g-spot again as a loud cry left you. you didn’t even have to tell him at this point, he knew. he kept the angle, repeatedly hitting the same spot that made you feel like you were on cloud nine.
he chuckled quietly behind you, his voice strangled as he spoke, “you want hueningkai to know how good i’m fucking you?” you clenched tightly around him at his words, a whimper leaving your lips. you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again, “you liked that, didn’t you? dirty girl.”
“yes, w-want everyone to know- need you,” you stammered out, your voice shaky and cut off with moans. you were nearing the edge for the fourth time that night, loud, unabashed moans leaving your lips as your hands pushed harder against his thighs, trying to ground yourself somehow.
you were so far gone at this point, only caring about the pleasure coursing through you. you felt like you were in a different dimension. you were so close to tipping over the edge, your cunt beginning to clench around soobin as you cried out.
“you close, baby?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. he doubled down on his efforts, thrusting into you faster, if that was even possible at this point.
“please- please.. need to cum, fuck, please, let me cum, soobin, please, want you to fill me up!” you pleaded, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes clenched shut. you were so close to falling over the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening more and more, so close to snapping, so close to-
your vision went white, your mouth falling open as a cry left you as your cunt spasmed wildly around him. it was euphoric, your body twitching and spasming as he held you in place, beginning to chase his own high. you could do nothing besides take it, whimpers and cries leaving your lips as the pleasure morphed into pain.
“i’m almost there baby, fuck, just-“ he started, his thrusts sloppy and quick as he neared the edge, “i’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck”
you watched his face with bleary eyes when he came, the reflection dark and hard to make out. his eyebrows were squinted closed and his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth hung open as he filled you up, pulling you down as hard as he could, hot white seed filing you to the brim and spilling out from being so stuffed.
his grip on you loosened, pulling you back against his chest. the position was uncomfortable, your legs and back bent at a weird angle, but you were too far gone to think about that right now. he smiled at your pliantness, adjusting your legs for you the best he could, pulling himself out of you slowly.
you whined at the sting, his hand stroking your arm as he whispered, “it’s okay, just relax, alright?” you nodded, soobin sliding himself out from underneath you so he was next to you, turning on his side and facing you.
“hey,” he mumbled with a smile, watching as you turned your head to meet his eyes with a shy smile.
“hi,” you giggled, your voice hoarse and sleepy.
“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he admitted quietly, biting his lip as he averted his vision.
your eyes widened slightly, turning your body fully to face him as you responded, “you have?”
“yeah,” he said, a small laugh leaving his lips as he looked back at you, “i’ve wanted you since we became friends. i just didn’t wanna make things awkward. but you would always give me these looks and i couldn’t tell if you liked me or not. tonight i just.. i couldn't help myself, i guess.”
your mouth fell open slightly, a smile forming on your lips as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ve always been yours, soobin.”
his eyes lit up, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached up to cup your jaw, pulling your lips back against his. this kiss was different from the others. it was sweet, full of emotion and untold feelings that had finally come to surface.
he pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke, “let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” as you nodded along to his words, the rain pouring outside the window as the storm raged on, one thought circulated through your mind.
maybe thunder wasn’t so bad after all.
oh, and how you were going to explain this to hueningkai in the morning.
ꨄ︎ warnings: use of 'soob boob', reader bullying soobin (s okay he's into it), princess treatment (soobin rec obv), soobmissive (lots mentioned), mentiones of soobin getting fucked, whimpering n whining, cursing, teasing, degradation, praise, boners, mean! reader (but not rly)
i'm still alive and well🙏🏼 i haven't posted in like a week, because of exams and i'm just soo tired and don't have any ideas of what to post, so i need requests and ideas, because my brain is fried and i can't think of anything anymore (i'm begging btw)😣😣
need a soft Soobin X reader where reader keeps trying to confess to soobin but he's just so oblivious, the only way he gets it is when reader uses a LoL couple as her final pick up line
"will you be the Rakan to my Xayah???"
"??? YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND??"
"THATS WHAT IVE BEEN TRYING TO SAY THIS ENTIRE WEEK"
“𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒” 𝜗℘ 𝐂𝐒𝐁.
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 oblivious!sb X fem!reader 1k+ words fluff
ᝰ.ᐟ just sb not getting the hints skinship corny idk
𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ Had to do my research for this one cause i have never touched LoL in my life ! Tysm for requesting, anon !! Mwa 🤍. We love gamer soob . Pls lmk if I got any of the terms n stuff wrong- (the reviving was moreso for the cheesy lines to fit)
You used to think that crushes felt like fireworks — sudden, bright, impossible to ignore.
But falling for Choi Soobin felt more like sunrise.
It happened slowly, quietly, the way light creeps through blinds on a lazy morning until the whole room glows and you can’t remember what it looked like before.
It started with small things.
The way he always waited for you outside lecture halls, earbuds dangling around his neck, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket. The way he texted you “did you eat yet?” after study sessions like some kind of gentle ritual. The way he listened — really listened — whenever you talked, even when you were rambling about random nonsense.
You told yourself it was nothing at first. Just friendship. Just comfort.
But one day, he smiled at you — soft, eyes curving into crescents — and something in your chest fluttered so hard you almost dropped your coffee. That’s when you knew you were in trouble.
It became your little secret.
Between group projects and campus walks, between late-night gaming and bubble tea runs, you found yourself studying the tiny details of him — the way he laughed with his whole body, the way he fiddled with his pen during class, the faint crease on his nose when he smiled too hard.
It was so obvious to you.
Too bad it wasn’t obvious to him.
Soobin, for all his kindness and height and angelic dimples, was painfully oblivious.
He wasn’t stupid — he just existed in this perpetual state of mild distraction, floating through life like a golden retriever who’d never experienced subtlety.
The first time you tried to confess, it wasn’t even planned.
You were waiting in line for drinks at the campus café, his bag slung over your shoulder because he’d run back to grab his wallet. When he finally returned, slightly out of breath and still smiling, you handed him his cup and blurted,
“You make my heart pop… Like the pearls in this… The boba pearls.”
Soobin blinked, tilting his head. “That’s so cute,” he said, sipping from his straw. “You always say the funniest things.”
You stared at him, speechless. “I— yeah. Funny. Totally.”
He grinned, satisfied, and went back to talking about his LoL rank while you stood there wondering how the universe could bless someone with a face that beautiful and a brain that empty.
Over the next few days, your attempts became more deliberate.
A note slipped into his notebook (“you make everything sweeter”).
A text after your study date (“I like you a latte ☕”).
Even giving him your hoodie, not that he could fit it (“it smells like me, so you won’t miss me later”).
Each time, he smiled — genuinely, warmly — and responded with the wrong kind of affection.
“You’re such a good friend.”
“Aw, thanks, you’re the nicest.”
“You always take care of me.”
Friend.
Nice.
Take care.
Every word felt like another soft punch to the ribs.
But still, you couldn’t stop trying. Because he made it so easy to love him, even when it hurt.
The turning point came on a rainy Thursday evening.
You were in his dorm room, half-buried under a blanket, both of you playing League of Legends together. The sound of rain against the window mixed with Soobin’s quiet laughter every time your characters died in spectacular fashion.
“Okay, but you have to admit,” he said between laughs, “that was the worst ult timing I’ve ever seen.”
You threw a pillow at him. “You distracted me!”
“I literally said, ‘don’t engage yet!’”
“You smiled! How am I supposed to focus when you do that?”
He blinked, surprised, then chuckled. “I didn’t realize my face was that powerful.”
“It is..” you muttered, but your voice came out softer than intended.
He didn’t hear. Or maybe he did and pretended not to. That was the thing with Soobin — he never noticed the weight behind your words, but part of you wondered if maybe that’s what made him so easy to be around.
No pressure. No expectations. Just… him.
It was around midnight when the power flickered.
The rain had turned heavier, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The Wi-Fi died mid-game, leaving your characters frozen on screen.
Soobin sighed dramatically. “Guess that’s the universe telling me to stop feeding.”
You laughed, curling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “It’s telling you to get better at aiming, maybe.”
“Hey,” he said, feigning offense, “I’m a great Rakan.”
“Sure,” you teased. “If dying in every team fight counts as ‘great.’”
He leaned back in his chair, smiling at you through the dim light. “Then what does that make you, huh?”
“Better,” you said simply. “Carrying you since day one.”
He laughed, a soft, deep sound that filled the little room. You tried not to stare at the way his hair fell over his forehead or how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
He had no idea that every moment with him felt like the calm before something inevitable.
The room grew quieter after that. Just rain, and the low hum of your heart doing cartwheels.
“Soobin,” you said suddenly.
“Hm?”
You hesitated. The words hovered at the tip of your tongue, too big to swallow but too terrifying to release.
You’d failed a dozen times already, and yet here you were, ready to try again — not because you thought it would work this time, but because you couldn’t keep it in anymore.
You wanted him to know. Even if he didn’t feel the same.
You took a breath, fingers fidgeting with the blanket’s edge.
“If I said something kind of weird, would you promise not to laugh?”
He turned to look at you, earnest and curious. “Of course. Why would I laugh?”
Your throat felt tight. “Because it’s… sort of dorky.”
He smiled, gentle as always. “That’s okay. You’re sort of dorky.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your nerves. “Okay, then.”
You looked straight at him, your heart hammering like a drum, and said,
“Will you be the Rakan to my Xayah?”
For a second, he didn’t react. His eyes flicked between you and the screen, clearly processing the reference.
Then, slowly: “…Wait.” His brows furrowed. “You mean—”
You felt your face heat up. “Yes, Soobin. That’s what I mean.”
He blinked again, realization dawning like light breaking through clouds. “You— you want to be my girlfriend?”
You buried your face in your hands. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say this entire week, Soobin.”
There was silence. Then a soft, almost disbelieving laugh.
He sounded so genuinely stunned that you couldn’t help peeking through your fingers. His expression was a mix of awe and embarrassment, his cheeks flushed pink.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he murmured. “All those hints— I thought you were just teasing me.”
“I was teasing you,” you said. “And flirting. And hinting. And practically spelling it out.”
He laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I’m a little slow sometimes.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes?”
“Okay, a lot of the time,” he admitted. Then, softer: “But if it’s still okay… yeah. I’d like to be your Rakan.”
Your heart fluttered so hard you almost forgot to breathe. “You sure? I’m not exactly a pro gamer, you know.”
He smiled, eyes warm. “That’s fine. I’m not exactly a pro boyfriend yet either.”
Something about the word yet made you grin.
He reached out, hesitated for half a second, then brushed his fingers against yours. The touch was light, tentative — the kind of touch that says I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.
Outside, the rain softened to a drizzle. Inside, the tension melted into something sweet and easy.
You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling him relax beside you.
“So,” you murmured, “does this mean I get to trash talk you in-game without feeling guilty now?”
He chuckled, tilting his head so it rested lightly against yours. “Only if you promise to revive me when I die.”
“Deal,” you said, smiling. “But you better not feed.”
He laughed again, that soft sound that had started it all. “I’ll do my best, Xayah.”
And when the Wi-Fi reconnected and your characters spawned back into the digital battlefield, Soobin hovered over Rakan and locked him in immediately — a quiet promise glowing in the flicker of his monitor light.
Maybe love wasn’t fireworks after all.
Maybe it was something slower — something that started with laughter, with friendship, with a boy who didn’t get the hint until you told him outright.
And maybe that was exactly what made it so perfect.
(•˕ •マ.ᐟ || You've been trying to ignore it for months, but when Soobin walks into the living room in sweatpants and those thin black glasses, fresh from a shower and offering to "guide" you through the choreography, your restraint finally snaps. And he turns out to be far more eager to submit than you ever imagined.
The others had left two hours ago for some variety show filming, something about games and punishment outfits that had Yeonjun cackling and Beomgyu groaning as they piled into the van. You'd begged off with a headache that had bloomed behind your eyes sometime after lunch, and Soobin had stayed back without much explanation, just a quiet "I'll make sure she actually rests" tossed over his shoulder as the door clicked shut.
Now the dorm was too quiet. The AC hummed. Somewhere down the hall, a faucet dripped.
You weren't resting. You were standing in the middle of the living room with your phone propped against a cushion, watching the choreography video for the third time, trying to nail the body roll transition that kept throwing you off-beat.
"You're going to give yourself another headache."
You startled. Soobin stood in the doorway, fresh from a shower, hair still damp and curling at the ends, dressed in sweatpants and a worn t-shirt that had seen better years. And, your breath caught a little, glasses. Thin black frames that he only ever wore after he took his contacts out, when he thought no one was looking.
"I thought you were napping," you said, too fast.
"I was. Then I heard you stomping around." He padded over, bare feet silent on the hardwood, and peered at your phone screen. "That part?"
"Yeah. I keep-" You demonstrated, hips shifting, but your shoulders went too early and the whole thing looked wrong. "See? I look like a broken robot."
Soobin huffed a laugh, soft and close. He was standing near enough that you could smell his soap, something clean and cedar-like. "You're overthinking it. Here-" He reached past you to pause the video, arm brushing your shoulder, and you tried not to flinch at the contact. "Show me from the top of the eight-count."
You did, fumbling through it, hyperaware of him watching. When you finished, he was quiet for a moment, chewing his lip.
"Okay. Turn around."
"What?"
"Turn around. I'll guide you through it."
Your mouth went dry. You turned, facing the blank TV screen, and felt him step in behind you. Close. Closer than necessary, maybe, or maybe that was just your pulse talking.
"Arms up first," he said, voice lower, and his hands found your wrists. His palms were warm, slightly calloused from gym equipment and dance practice. He lifted your arms to the correct height, adjusting the angle of your elbows with small, precise movements. "Now, the roll starts from your chest, not your hips. Like this-"
His chest pressed against your back as he demonstrated the isolation, his sternum rolling against your shoulder blades in a slow, controlled wave. You could feel his breath at your temple, steady and warm.
"Feel that?" he asked.
You made a sound that was meant to be yes but came out strangled.
He didn't move away. If anything, he seemed to settle in, his hips aligning with yours, his thighs bracketing the back of your legs. "Try it with me."
You attempted the roll again, but your focus was shredded, scattered across the points where his body touched yours, the hand that had slid to your hip to steady you, the thumb that brushed the dip of your waist, the way his glasses kept catching the light when you glanced at your reflection in the dark TV screen.
"You're stiff," he murmured, and his hand pressed firmer against your stomach, pulling you back against him. "Relax. Trust me."
"I do," you breathed, and the words hung in the air, too heavy, too honest.
The hand on your hip stilled. In the reflection, you watched his eyes, magnified slightly by the lenses, dark and searching, meet yours. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
"You're not watching the choreography," he said quietly.
"Neither are you."
His fingers flexed against your waist. The dorm was silent except for the AC and your heartbeat, thunderous in your ears.
"These glasses," you said, before you could stop yourself, your voice barely audible. "You shouldn't wear them around me."
"Why?"
"Because I can't think when you do."
Behind you, his breath hitched. His grip tightened, not painful, just grounding, and you felt the moment the air shifted, charged, dangerous, inevitable.
"Then we're even," he said, rougher now, leader-mode cracking open to reveal something hungrier underneath, "because I haven't been able to think straight around you for months."
His hand slid up from your hip, slow, giving you every chance to pull away, and cupped your jaw instead, turning your head until you could see him properly, glasses and all, gaze fixed on your mouth with an intensity that made your knees weak.
"I should take them off," he said. It wasn't a statement. It was a question wrapped in restraint, his thumb tracing your cheekbone like he was memorizing the shape of you.
Your hand found his wrist, holding him there. "Don't," you whispered. "Not yet."
The frame of his glasses brushed your temple as he leaned in, close enough now that you could count his lashes, could see the way his pupils blew wide with want. The teaching was over. The confession was bleeding out between you, heavy and mutual, and neither of you were pulling back.
"Tell me to stop," he said, breath against your lips, "and I will."
But you were already tilting your chin up, closing the distance, and the last coherent thought you had was that the glasses had been a warning all along, you just hadn't realized what they were warning you about until it was too late to run.
The moment your lips meet, he makes a sound, high, fractured, like you'd surprised the breath right out of him. His mouth is soft, slightly parted from the shock of it, and he goes perfectly still against you, as if he's terrified that moving will make you disappear.
You take control immediately. Turning to face him.
Your hand slides from his wrist up to his jaw, angling his head where you want it, and he lets you, neck arching, throat exposed, a shiver running down his spine that you feel where your chests press together. He doesn't kiss back so much as he receives, lips pliant and yielding under yours, trembling slightly when you sweep your tongue against the seam of his mouth.
"Open," you murmur into him, and he does, immediately, without hesitation, jaw going slack as his lips part for you. The submission in it makes your head spin. This is Soobin, the leader, the one who carries the weight of five other people, and he's melting because you told him to.
You explore him slowly, deliberately, tasting the mint of his toothpaste and something sweeter underneath, and every new angle you take, he follows. When you deepen the kiss, he whimpers, actually whimpers, into your mouth, his hands finding your waist and gripping like he's drowning, like you're the only thing keeping him upright.
His glasses bump against your cheek, fogging from the heat and proximity, and you pull back just enough to nip at his lower lip, testing. His knees actually buckle, a full-body shudder rippling through him as he gasps your name against your mouth.
"Please," he breathes, and the word is wrecked, desperate. His eyes are blown wide behind the smudged lenses, pupils blown out, lips swollen and wet and parted. He's waiting for you to decide what happens next, needing you to decide. "Please, I-"
You cut him off with another kiss, hungrier this time, and he moans into it, open, unfiltered, the sound vibrating against your tongue. His hands slide up from your waist to your shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, and he holds on like you're anchoring him in a storm. When you suck at his tongue, he jerks against you, hips stuttering forward involuntarily, chasing friction, chasing you.
You break away to trail kisses along his jaw, and he tilts his head back instantly, exposing the long column of his throat, panting in shallow, ragged bursts. "There," he whispers, voice cracking when you press your mouth to the pulse hammering beneath his skin. "Right there, please-"
The please again. Like you're doing him a favor. Like he's grateful.
You bite gently at the tendon in his neck, and his whole body goes rigid, a strangled noise catching in his throat as his fingers tighten in your shirt, pulling you impossibly closer. He's shaking now, actually shaking, fine tremors running through his arms where they cage you against him, not to trap you but because he can't support his own weight anymore.
You kiss your way back to his mouth, and this time when you meet, he chases you. It's messy, uncoordinated, all gasping breaths and clashing teeth because he's desperate for it now, whimpering every time you pull back just to breathe before diving back in. His tongue slides against yours with no rhythm, just need, raw, overwhelming need, and when you grip his hair, tangling your fingers in the damp curls at his nape and tugging, he sobs into your mouth.
His submission is total. He doesn't lead, doesn't take, he accepts. Every tilt of your head, every pressure of your lips, every scrape of your teeth, he meets with parted lips and hitched breaths. When you slow down, he slows with you, whining at the loss of intensity but obedient as a prayer. When you speed up, grow hungrier, he opens wider, takes more, his body going limp and willing against yours.
You pull back to watch him, really watch him, and the sight wrecks something in your chest. His glasses are completely fogged now, useless, perched crooked on his nose. His lips are bitten red, glistening, parted around desperate breaths. His eyes are glazed, unfocused, fixed on your mouth with such naked want that it makes your stomach clench.
"Look at you," you whisper, and his lashes flutter, a full-body shiver rippling through him at the attention. "You're shaking."
"I can't-" He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "I can't stop. I want-" He cuts himself off, biting his lip, and the gesture is so uncertain, so needy, that you lean in and soothe the bite with your tongue, laving over the swollen flesh until he's trembling again, until his knees are actually knocking against yours.
"Tell me," you command against his mouth, and he shudders like you've struck him, like the firm tone alone is enough to unravel him.
"More," he gasps, arching into you, his hips seeking yours with no subtlety left, all pretense of control abandoned. "Please, I need, kiss me again, please, I'll do anything, just-"
You give it to him. You cradle his jaw in both hands, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones, and you kiss him slow and deep and devastating, swallowing every whimper, every broken moan, every shaky breath he exhales into your mouth. He surrenders completely, body pliant, mouth open, hands clutching at you like you're salvation and ruin all at once.
When you finally break apart, both of you gasping, he doesn't let go. He presses his forehead to yours, nose bumping yours, breath mingling in the small space between you. His eyes are closed, lashes wet, and he's still trembling, small, continuous shivers that you feel everywhere your bodies touch.
"Again," he whispers, and it's not a demand. It's a plea. "Please, kiss me again. I'll be good, I promise, I'll-"
You silence him with your mouth, and he goes boneless against you, yielding completely, giving you everything he's been holding back for months in the form of gasping breaths and desperate sounds and the way his whole body arches into your touch, begging for more without saying a word.
The walk to the couch is a stumble, a slow collapse of distance where neither of you stop touching long enough to walk properly. Soobin's hands stay mapped to your waist, your hips, your lower back, touching, reassuring, needing, while you guide him backward, your mouth still attached to his throat, his jaw, the shell of his ear, anywhere you can reach.
He hits the couch cushions with a soft oof, glasses askew, hair falling into his eyes, and the sight of him, spread out, breathless, waiting, roots you to the spot for a moment, just looking. His shirt has ridden up, revealing a sliver of stomach, and his sweatpants hang low on his hips, and he looks debauched already, wrecked from nothing but kissing.
"Off," you say, and your voice is steadier than you feel, grounded in a command that makes his thighs press together, a full-body shiver racing through him.
He moves to strip himself, fingers fumbling at his hem, but you stop him with a hand over his, pinning it to his stomach. "No. I want to."
His breath catches, audible, desperate. He nods, fast, jerky, and lets his hands fall to his sides, gripping the couch cushions instead. He doesn't move. He doesn't help. He waits, watching you with blown-pupil eyes, his chest heaving in shallow, anticipatory bursts.
You straddle his thighs, settling your weight over him, and he whines at the contact, head falling back against the couch, exposing the long line of his throat. You take your time. You slide your hands under his shirt, palms flat against the heat of his stomach, feeling the muscles jump and flutter under your touch. He sucks in a sharp breath when your thumbs brush his ribs, arching into it like a cat, like he wants more and is terrified of it in equal measure.
"Lift," you murmur, and he obeys immediately, arms raising above his head, wrists crossed, submissive in a way that makes your mouth water.
You pull your own shirt over your head, and his gaze drops to your chest, his lips parting, a shaky exhale escaping him. You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, and he makes a noise, frantic, needy, his hands twitching like he wants to touch but doesn't dare move without permission.
"Touch me," you allow, and his hands fly to you like he's been waiting for the command his whole life, warm, slightly calloused palms cupping you, thumbs brushing over you with a reverence that makes your breath hitch. He looks at you like you're sacred, like he's memorizing scripture, and when you rock against him, feeling him hard and straining beneath his sweatpants, he groans, long and low, his forehead pressing against your sternum.
But you need more. You need him bare.
"Your pants," you murmur against his hair, and he whines, high and broken, his hips bucking up helplessly. "Take them off."
He moves immediately, scrambling, his usual grace abandoned in his desperation. He shoves at the waistband, lifting his hips, kicking them off along with his underwear in one tangled mess, and then he's naked beneath you, exposed, flushed, his cock heavy and hard against his stomach, leaving a smear of wetness on his skin. He doesn't try to cover himself. He spreads his thighs wider instead, letting you look, his hands gripping the couch cushions like he's stopping himself from reaching for you without permission.
The sight of him, naked, hard, and still wearing those fucking glasses like some kind of debauched scholar, makes your mouth water. The sight of him, naked, hard, and still wearing
those fucking glasses like some kind of debauched scholar, makes your mouth water.
"Now you," he breathes, his voice wrecked, his eyes fixed on your waist with naked hunger. "Please, can I, let me-"
You stand up from his thighs, and he makes a wounded noise at the loss of contact, his hands reaching out before he catches himself, fisting them back at his sides. You take your time. You hook your thumbs in your waistband and push your bottoms down slowly, stepping out of them, and his gaze tracks every movement, his mouth falling open, his chest heaving. When you straighten up, fully naked above him, he sobs, actually sobs, his head falling back, his throat working.
"Please," he mumbles into the air, the word punched out of him, his hips rolling up into nothing, seeking friction, seeking you. "Please, I need, can I-" He's incoherent, babbling, his hands sliding down to grip his own thighs, digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Want to taste you. Please. Been thinking about it, dreaming about it, please let me, I'll do it so good, I'll make it so good for you, just please-"
The begging. The desperate, filthy begging falling from his swollen lips, his glasses still on, crooked and fogged, framing those wide, pleading eyes, while he's completely naked beneath you, spread out and hard and waiting.
"Sit on my face," he gasps out, the words rushed, wrecked, his fingers digging into his own thighs now, restraining himself from touching you without consent. The words sound filthier coming from someone with glasses on, like he should be tutoring you in something respectable instead of begging to be used. "Please, please, I want you on my mouth, want to taste you, want you to use me, please, I'll be so good, I'll make you feel so good, just-"
You shift up his body, knees bracketing his ribs, and he sobs with relief, his hands flying to your waist to steady you, to guide you, trembling with the effort of being gentle when he's clearly unraveling. You stand over him for a moment, looking down at him, his hair a mess, his lips parted and wet, his glasses smudged and still somehow perfectly in place, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that burns, his whole body naked and flushed and his cock twitching against his stomach, neglected but secondary to his need to serve you.
"Please," he mumbles into your skin, the vibration of his voice sending sparks down your spine. "Please, I need, can I-" He's incoherent, babbling, his hands sliding down to your hips and gripping tight. "Want to taste you. Please. Been thinking about it, dreaming about it, please let me, I'll do it so good, I'll make it so good for you, just please-"
The begging. The desperate, filthy begging falling from his swollen lips, his glasses still on, crooked and fogged, framing those wide, pleading eyes.
"Keep them on," you say, meaning the glasses, and he nods frantically, his throat working.
"Yes, yes, anything, please-"
You lower yourself over him, one knee settling on the cushion beside his head, the other on the opposite armrest, caging him in completely. He whines at the position, at being trapped beneath you, his hands sliding up your thighs with shaking reverence. He looks hungry, desperate, his gaze fixed on the space between your legs like he's starving.
"Please," he whispers one last time, and it's the please that breaks you, the way he says it like a prayer, like worship.
You lower yourself onto his mouth, and the first swipe of his tongue makes you gasp, your hands flying to the back of the couch for balance. He moans against you, the vibration traveling through your core, and his hands grip your thighs, pulling you down harder, needing you to use him, to take your pleasure from him.
He's messy, eager, desperate, licking broad stripes through you like he's trying to taste every part of you at once, his nose bumping against you, his glasses brushing your inner thigh. The sight of him, Soobin, the responsible one, the leader, the one who holds everyone together, reduced to this, glasses on, face buried in you, making obscene, grateful noises like you're doing him a favor by letting him serve you, it's almost too much.
He finds your clit and sucks, and your knees buckle, a cry tearing from your throat. He whimpers in response, the sound muffled, vibrating against you, and his hands slide up to grip your hips, holding you in place, demanding that you take it, that you use him, that you ride his face until you're satisfied.
"Soobin," you gasp, and he moans louder at his name, the vibration making you see stars. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking quick and filthy over you, his nose pressing hard, his whole face working for your pleasure with single-minded devotion.
You look down at him, really look, and the sight sears itself into your memory. His eyes are closed, lashes wet, his face flushed red, his glasses completely fogged now, useless, but still on because you told him to keep them. He looks ruined, wrecked, and he's the one doing the wrecking, his mouth relentless, his moans constant, vibrating through your core.
"So good," you pant, your hips rolling against his mouth without your permission, chasing the heat building in your belly. "You're doing so good, baby, so good for me-"
He sobs against you, the praise breaking something in him, and he pulls you down harder, his tongue pressing inside, fucking you with it while his nose grinds against your clit. He's making noises like he's dying, like you're killing him, and he wants it, he wants to drown in you, wants to be used until he can't think, can't breathe, can't be anything but yours.
Your orgasm builds fast and hard, your thighs trembling where they bracket his head, your grip on the couch turning white-knuckled. You grind down against his mouth, taking what you need from him, and he takes it, takes it, his hands gripping your ass, holding you there, his tongue working you through it, through you, desperate and devoted and his.
When you come, it's with a cry that echoes off the dorm walls, your body arching, your hips stuttering against his face. He moans against you, long and broken, like he's coming undone just from your pleasure, from being allowed to give it to you, and he doesn't stop, keeps licking, keeps sucking, gentle now, worshipful, like he's thanking you, like he's grateful.
You collapse forward, hands braced on the back of the couch, your body still shuddering, and he presses soft, reverent kisses to your inner thighs, your hip bones, anywhere he can reach, his hands stroking up and down your legs like he's soothing you, like he's the one who needs to take care of you even now.
"Thank you," he whispers, breathless, his voice wrecked, his face glistening, his glasses finally sliding down his nose. "Thank you, thank you, can I, please, can I-" He's still hard beneath you, straining, aching, and he's begging for permission to touch himself, to find his own release, his eyes wide and pleading behind those fogged lenses.
You look down at him, this beautiful, wrecked boy who just gave you everything, who begged to be used, who kept his glasses on because you asked, and your chest aches with something fierce and possessive.
"Yes," you whisper, and he sobs with relief, his hand flying to himself, and you settle in to watch, to take him apart the way he just took you apart, piece by desperate, grateful piece.
"Yes," you whisper, and he sobs with relief, his hand flying to himself, and you settle in to watch, to take him apart the way he just took you apart, piece by desperate, grateful piece.
But you don't let him finish alone.
You knock his hand away, and he whines, high, broken, devastated, until you grip him yourself, your palm sliding down his length, feeling the heat and weight of him, the way he throbs against your fingers. His hips jerk up into your touch, uncontrolled, his head slamming back against the couch cushions.
"Please," he gasps, "please, please, I need you, need to be inside, please-"
You lift yourself over him, positioning him at your entrance, and he goes perfectly still beneath you, every muscle locked, his breath held, his eyes wide and begging behind those fogged lenses. You sink down slowly, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you, fill you, and he moans, long and loud and unrestrained, his hands flying to your hips, gripping hard, his fingers digging in with desperate strength.
"Move," he breathes, "please, god, move, I can't-"
You roll your hips, and he cries out, his neck arching, his glasses slipping down his nose. You reach up and adjust them, pushing them back into place, and he whimpers at the gesture, at you taking care of him even now, at the intimacy of it.
"Keep them on," you murmur, rocking against him, and he nods frantically, his hands sliding up to your waist, guiding your movements, his hips thrusting up to meet you, desperate and needy.
You ride him slowly at first, controlled, deliberate, watching him unravel beneath you. His mouth is open, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back. He's trying to be good, trying to let you set the pace, but his body is begging, hips stuttering up into you, his cock twitching inside you, his hands gripping you like he's drowning.
"Touch yourself," you command, and his hand flies to his length, stroking the remaining length when you raise your hips as you ride, his other sliding between to his balls, cupping and rolling them in his hands, his eyes rolling back, his whole body trembling.
"Close," he gasps, "so close, please, can I-"
"Not yet."
He whines, high and desperate, his hand stilling, his hips bucking up helplessly. You lean down, your chest pressed to his, your mouth at his ear. "My turn again."
You climb off him, and he sobs at the loss, his hand reaching for you, his eyes wide and wrecked. "No, please, I was so close, please don't-"
"Shh," you soothe, taking his hand, pulling him up from the couch. He stumbles, uncoordinated, his legs unsteady, and you guide him, naked, flushed, glasses askew, to the large mirror mounted on the wall near the hallway.
You turn him to face it, then turn yourself, pressing your back against his chest, looking at your reflection, his reflection, wild-eyed and desperate, his cock hard and wet against the small of your back.
"Youre fucking gorgeous," you whisper, and you brace your hands against the mirror, bending at the waist, presenting yourself to him.
He groans, low, guttural, animal, and his hands fly to your hips, gripping hard, his fingers bruising. You can feel him shaking, feel the restraint vibrating through him like a live wire.
"Soobin," you say, looking at him in the mirror, "fuck me."
He snaps.
He drives into you in one hard thrust, and you cry out, your hands slamming against the glass, the mirror fogging from your breath. He doesn't pause, doesn't wait, he pounds into you, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, harsh and filthy.
His glasses finally fall, sliding down his nose, and he doesn't stop to fix them. He tears them off, tossing them aside, and his eyes, god, his eyes, are dark and wild, fixed on yours in the mirror, watching your face as he takes you apart.
"Look at you," he growls, and his voice is different, deeper, rougher, stripped of the desperate begging and replaced with raw, possessive hunger. "Look at you taking me. So fucking good for me, aren't you? So perfect-"
He reaches around, his hand finding you, his fingers circling you with rough, desperate pressure, and you moan, your knees buckling, your forehead pressing against the cool glass.
He doesn't slow. He can't. He's lost in it, lost in the heat and the friction and the sight of you bent over for him, taking him, wanting him. His thrusts become erratic, uncontrolled, his hips snapping hard enough to move the mirror on its mounts.
"Gonna-" he gasps, "can't stop, I'm gonna-"
"Come inside me," you beg, looking at him in the mirror, at this beautiful, wrecked boy who has completely lost himself in you. "Soobin, please, I want to feel you-"
He roars, actually roars, his hips slamming into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and he pulses, hot and hard, his whole body locking up, his hand on you squeezing, his head falling back, his mouth open in a silent scream.
He collapses against you, his chest heaving against your back, his sweat slick between you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you up, holding you close. You can feel his heart hammering against your spine, feel the aftershocks rippling through him, feel him trembling, still trembling, still his.
"Thank you," he whispers into your hair, his voice wrecked, his hold on you tightening. "Thank you, thank you, I-" He breaks off, pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can reach. "I love you. I've loved you for so long, I-"
You turn in his arms, facing him, and his eyes are wet, tears, actual tears, sliding down his flushed cheeks. You kiss them away, tasting salt, tasting him.
"I know," you whisper. "I love you too."
He sobs, soft, relieved, broken, and buries his face in your neck, holding you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth, and for a long moment, you just stand there, wrapped around each other, naked and shaking and his.
You guide him, wobbly, giggling, still naked, to his room, and he collapses onto his bed with a whump, pulling you down with him. He wraps around you immediately, limbs tangling with yours, his face buried in your hair, breathing you in like he's trying to memorize the scent of you mixed with him.
"Stay," he mumbles, half-asleep already, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "Please. Just, don't go yet."
You press a kiss to his forehead, smoothing his damp hair back. "Not going anywhere, Soobin."
He makes a small, contented noise, pulling you closer, his glasses long forgotten on the floor somewhere in the living room. You trace lazy patterns on his back, listening to his breathing even out, feeling the last tremors fade from his muscles. He falls asleep like that, clinging to you, naked and unguarded, a soft smile on his swollen lips.
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You don't know how much time passes, maybe an hour, maybe two, when the front door slams open downstairs, loud voices and laughter echoing through the dorm.
", and then Yeonjun had to wear the chicken suit-"
"It was humiliating, I looked like a-"
", hyung, you looked amazing, don't lie-"
The voices cut off. There's a silence, heavy, pointed, and then Beomgyu's voice rings out, high and delighted.
"Uh. Why are there clothes everywhere?"
You freeze in Soobin's arms. He blinks awake, confused, and then his eyes go wide as the realization hits him. His sweatpants. Your shirt. His glasses, God, his glasses,
"Is that a bra on the couch?" Taehyun's voice, deeply amused. "On the armrest?"
"Oh my God," Hueningkai whispers, loud enough to carry. "They did it in the living room-"
"Don't, don't look at the mirror," Yeonjun says, cackling. "I'm not looking at that mirror ever again-"
Soobin buries his face in your neck, groaning, his whole body flushing red. "We're never leaving this room," he mumbles, mortified. "We live here now. This is our home."
You laugh, unable to help it, pressing kisses to his heated cheeks. "We should probably face them eventually."
"Eventually," he agrees, pulling the blanket over your heads, hiding you both from the world. "In like. A year."
Downstairs, someone, probably Beomgyu, picks up Soobin's glasses, holding them up to the light.
"These are fogged, dude. Like. Completely fogged-"
"GYU, PUT THOSE DOWN-"
Soobin's groan vibrates against your chest, and you hold him tighter, laughing into his hair, happier than you've ever been.
» established relationship, poly relationship, sub!reader, dom!taebin [1.4k]
your boyfriends have been teasing you all day by posting gym selfies, finding them on social media first! so you decide to give them a taste of their own medicine, they didnt like that.
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › wunprotected sex, mxm content, handjob (soob to taehyun), headlock, choking, tit play, degrading (slut), uhhhh idk man
this was for my lovely girl @berryterry-png uhh this is not proofread ok?
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Everyone who knows you have two boyfriends often say the same thing.
'oh my god that must be fun!'
And it is!
except when they decide to test your limits.
First it was Taehyun, when you you go on tiktok, on their groups page, a simple tiktok — wrong.
You were unfairly ambushed by him at the fucking gym, biceps out.
immediately switching to your messages, texting him away, because how dare he hide that photo from you — his innocent girlfriend.
his reply a simple 'you see them all the time at home.' as if that changed anything.
Then it was Soobin.
Scrolling twitter mindlessly, waiting for said boyfriends to get home, then you see it.
At the gym, posed innocently as if he hasn't sent half of his fandom into shambles — and you are no better.
Whats the point of being their girlfriend if you don't even get girlfriend privileges, a simple photo, and you know he knew what he was doing, sending you a text when he got out of the gym, coincidentally with Taehyun, sending you a cute selfie of the two of them.
This is psychological warfare by the boys you love the most, and you know they did this on purpose, to rile you up — or turn you on, not the point.
Deciding that it was time you had some fun for yourself — while you definitely were a kpop idol who had millions of followers, you still decided to post something just for them.
Changing into the skimpiest panama set you own (the ones the boys bought for you btw.) Posing on the bed, the selfie not inherently seductive but definitely something they wouldn't want anyone else to see.
The texts flood instantly, you know they have your notifications on — you expected this, they were at an unavoidable practice, couldn't be home for another hour — you thought.
You don't even bother replying, or even viewing the messages, leaving them on delivered just to piss them off.
mindlessly scrolling on your phone, the notifications silencing after 10 minutes, assuming they were practising.
So when another 15 minutes pass you think nothing of the sounds in the living room.
Then you hear it — footsteps.
Two sets actually — you check the time, they shouldn't be home for anther hour at least.
"F-fuck Soobin —" You let out a choked moan, barely able to mutter out the words, the bicep pressed carefully around your neck — enough to have your brain fuzzy.
Soobin's chest is pressed to your back, your body settled between his thighs, feeling his harden cock press against your ass, his arm curled around your neck.
Pressing comedically soft kisses to the side of your head, his eyes trained on Taehyun whos between your thighs, his hands holding onto the plush of your thighs, squeezing the delicate skin — tainted with deep purple marks, scattered around your inner thigh, leading down to your pussy.
Your eyes locked on his boxers, noticing the small wet patch forming at his tip, begging to come out.
Instinctively you move to try and relieve him, quickly getting stopped by Soobin tightening his arm around your neck, a pathetic moan escaping your lips.
"Nobody said you could touch yet." he scoffs, smiling at the small desperate whine you let out.
"You've already been a brat today, gonna ignore Binnie to his face too?" Taehyun's words mock you, the small tug on his lips only confirming that.
His palm grazes over the tent of his boxers, flexing his muscles just to mess with you, letting out the prettiest sound when he grazes over his tip.
You can feel Soobin twitch against you, clearly enjoying this just as much as you, a small groan escapes him when you accidentally grind back against him, his arm tightening around you neck hard — making your vision blur — the moan that ripped through your throat only making Taehyun suck in a breath.
Taehyun's fingers skim over his boxers, making a show of it just to tease you.
Pulling down his boxers, enough to pull out his cock — his tip flushed an angry shade of red, cum leaking from the tip making your mouth water — automatically trying to squeeze your thighs together — trying to relieve some of the heat between your thighs.
"No." His words echo, pulling you out of your state, your eyes glossy — the feeling of your airways being restricted and the denial of anything — its too much.
"P-please.." Your voice is broken — too desperate to even care if you seem needy, you need him — you need anything — your boys both denying you of that.
"You were the one who decide to pull that, you posted something slutty for everyone to see and expected us to be okay with that?" Soobin's voice is low — barely above a whisper, but it sends shivers down your spine.
You don't answer — you cant, your brain clouded with everything happening.
The feeling of Soobin's arm leaving your throat makes you whine — missing the heavy weight of his bicep pressed your throat, your whines cut off shortly after when Soobin leans over to your bedside table, pulling out the pretty pink silk kept there.
Quickly tying your wrists together, keeping you from squirming around. Before you realise Soobin's arm wraps around your torso — stilling any movements.
His other hand leaning over, meeting Taehyun half way, his fingers tugging at the younger boys hair, pulling him into a heated kiss — Both of them moaning into the kiss — mere inches from you, forcing you to sit there and watch, unable to do anything.
Taehyun's hand leaves your thigh, cupping Soobin's jaw, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, only making Soobin moan.
You cant do anything besides watch — moaning at the sight of your boyfriends, so close — but not enough.
Watching as Taehyun pulls back, a string of spit connecting them, both of their pupils fully blown.
Soobin's chest is heaving behind you, feeling his heart beat rapidly against you.
Soobin reaches forward — pushing you forward too, his hand wrapping around Taehyun's cock abruptly, pulling a deep moan from Taehyun.
Soobin's thumb rubbing over the slit, stroking his cock, the delicious sounds Taehyun lets out only fuelling him further, tracing the vein on the underside of his cock — eliciting a sharp groan to escape his lips.
Taehyun pulls Soobin off him, only for Soobin to let out a sound of displeasure, just to be silenced with a look from Taehyun.
His hands perch on your thighs, soothing the skin before hooking them around his waist, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your sopping hole, smearing your slick around your swollen cunt.
He pushes in all at once — giving you no time to adjust, your cunt taking him with ease. His cock ramming into your warm cunt, the weight of his cock in your cunt addicting — barely able to contain your moans — Soobin moaning against your neck, your ass grinding against his cock — Taehyun's thrusts only sending jolts of pleasure though him too.
His hips, rolling against yours, his tip nearly kissing your cervix with every mean thrust. Unable to stop himself, his fingers snake down between you — even if you're being a brat he will always make sure you cum first — and hard.
His fingers rubbing harsh figure 8s onto your aching clit, using the slick dripping from your cunt to ease it.
Hes close too — you can feel it, his thrusts hurrying and the groans slipping from his lips becoming frequent.
The tight knot forming in your stomach snaps as soon as you feel Soobin's fingers tug on your hardened nipples, twisting them between his fingers, his voice dripping with lust.
"Thats it, baby — come for us, good girl."
Your orgasm crashes over you — the whines echoing through the room, knowing damn well the neighbours are sick of you.
Taehyun comes quickly after you, your warm walls sucking him in — the feeling of you cumming all over his cock his breaking point. He doesnt stop — fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing on your clit.
Once his movements stop he looks over at you, cheeks wet with tears, Soobin's hands still on your tits.
After a moment you come back to reality — the pleasure from your orgasm dulling slightly, noticing Taehyun looking at you when you open your eyes.
A small, dangerous smirk on his lips.
"Your turn."
He wasn't looking at you — no, he was looking at the boy behind you, and when you look back at him you're met with a small smug smile.
chubby chaser 최수빈 & fem r
･ (OTHER). he's a chubby chaser fr, chubby bodied reader, unprotected sex, pull out method, desperate and whiny soobin, perv soobin, otaku soobin, use of toys f rec, size diff/training, cosplay wearing, dry humping a bit, service top soob, they're both kinda subby, biting, lots of allusions to food, multiple orgasms f rec, pleaser soobin, fucking with the glasses on duh, he asks to fuck her thighs, mc is a bittt shy about her body, big dumb soobin, mentions of him jerking off to the thought of her, the body description is pretty vague but def plus-sized, cumming on belly, she pushes his buttons and he snaps, mentions of porn watching, pwp
ash: ahaha nooo soobin don't treat me like a confection, nooo hahah don't eat whipped cream straight off my body.. lollll... anyways! hi guys! this was written in a fit of pure hormones and it was not meant to be 7k but are we complaining...? go chubby chaser soobin go!! >.<;; this is not edited so give me a sec to sleep and i’ll get to it ♡!
Soobin’s good at keeping it cute, but the state of his room speaks otherwise. Busty figurines line his shelves and their big, sparkly eyes follow you. Most people’s heads would spin if they saw it. They’d try and fail at connecting the Soobin that appears in public and the bare truth of... Well. Him.
You sure did, the first time you had. A week ago. Poking your head in, it’s all that you were met with. Heads of pinks, blues, tiny tiny skirts, all an array against the backdrop of his decidedly dudeish decor otherwise. It felt like you had caught him jerking off, the way his ears went red and he sputtered and pleaded with you to just please go. You’re sure that the way you gaped, wide-eyed and stupefied, didn’t make him feel any better about it. But damn it, that’s just too good. He, your best friend, is an under wraps degenerate.
“Do you touch yourself to these?” you had asked him, covering your laugh with a hand because at least you had the conscience to not laugh right in his face. He had gone straight from red mortification to white and he snatched back the one you’d been turning over in your hands. It’s not like you were laughing at him, you guess. It’s more that you thought those ‘otaku’ shirts he wore lounging around the place were for ironic value, not… a precursor in plain sight to the state of his bedroom. To think that all that was stowed away behind that door that you’ve passed a hundred times like a rotten little secret.
What does it change? God, you wish you knew. The extent of your knowledge ends at the fact that you can’t quite look at him right in the eyes anymore without the thought flickering in the outskirts of your mind. Even as you sit curled up in his couch, littered with blankets that he kept because he knew that you liked them and would just steal from him anyway, and watch his back work in the kitchen.
How couldn’t you know? Literally how could it have sprung up on you like that? Are you a shitty best friend? But seriously. Soobin wasn’t a loser. He’s always been slow, easy nonchalance. You watch his forearms flicker as he tugs the freezer drawer open, full with muscle that’s never felt more at dizzying odds with what you imagined a dude that was into shit like that would have than it does now. The image it brings to mind of lanky, awkward limbs and a beard that crawls down the neck is not him. It’s frustrating. It’s been spinning in your mind, the thoughts bouncing off one wall just to hit another and then, like it has every day since you saw it, circling back.
It all boils down to one thought. The worst one, because it’s sticky and deeply unsettling. Because, since when did you start imagining what sort of stuff your best friend got off to? You wonder what the search bar of his go-to porn website looked like. You imagine what videos he gravitated toward, what about them had him clicking on them and then wrapping his fist around himself. It probably looks features something a lot like those figurines he has on display. You grimace.
Plopping down in an air of clean black pepper and musk, he offers you a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ‘Chunky Monkey’. A cheeky smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Still your Soobin, though.
“You got me ice cream?” you say, letting the sugar and cream melt on your tongue with a hum.
Soobin shoots you a glare. You have to snort. The question’s more irritating than genuine, and that’s why you asked it. When doesn’t he buy you ice cream? You never asked him to. If it’s, for whatever reason, what he wants to do though, that’s his money to spend. You’re blessed. “What are we watching?” he asks instead, taking up the remote in his hand from across the couch. The sleeves of his black cashmere sweater are bunched to his elbows.
“Dunno.” You lick off the spoon, tucking your legs to one side. “Probably some anime girls for you, though.” The words come out with a terrible, knowing lilt and a mean smile. You have to get the thoughts out from under your skin, purge them from your blood and put them out into the air so they can be more real and less like spiraling delusions. If you let the air settle on that too long, though, it’ll become heavy. And that’s also scary. Scarier, even. So you deflect. It’s freezing, anyway. Probably either the fact that it’s a crisp twenty degrees outside, or it’s the cold tub in your hands starting a slow creep into your bones. “What’s the heater set to?” you whine.
The way his gaze changes… Falters, even, on you. It turns into static electricity, standing the hairs on your arms and neck up with the weight of its presence. It flickers down to where you now realize your pale fluffy sweater has drooped off a plump shoulder so quickly that you might’ve blinked and missed it. But you didn’t, and you hate it. Because it makes all of this weirder. Your stomach goes up in a colorful explosion of butterflies and something that you should have stopped trying to poke three days ago while you were ahead.
Throat bobbing, Soobin laughs to himself with a bow of his head that brings his dark hair into his eyes. He shakes it all away and that plasticky smile almost looks barbed in the soft milky light of his living room. He’s prickled and gone red over countless jabs since that day, but something low in your tummy feels that it’s reaching a breaking point. You can see the strain beginning to tear at something he’s been keeping neat and tidy for a long, long time. And you just don’t know how to stop. It’s like sugar-high right on your tongue, sweeter than the sugar and the cream in your mouth as you blink at him and try to pin down just what exactly it is, sweeter than the flush in your cheeks that wholly at odds with your complaining about it being cold.
Speaking more to himself, he echoes a breathy, “Some anime girls…” The way he laughs over it makes you squirm, because it doesn’t sound like he really finds it funny at all. “Pick whatever you want. I don’t care.” Tossing you a blanket, the fat knitted one that cradles you right back, he crosses his arms and settles in. His head hits the back of the couch with a dull thump. It illustrates the line of his jaw and the muscle there, working like he’s chewing over something. You always did like his jawline. It was a sharp, male thing in the soft set of his dimples and the sweet dark-chocolate of his eyes.
The air crackles. You both want to tuck into his side and recede back into what is safe and to see more about whatever… This is. This man you don’t know or understand how to interact with. You have some self-preservation in you, though, and there was warning in that slash of his mouth. An understated don’t touch it. Give it up. So you do the safe thing and you curl into the warmth of his side, just like you do every other night in your flimsy pajama shorts and your chunky socks to ward off the rest of the cold that you can’t cure with the crook of his body. Except now you know a secret.
The T.V. drones. You laugh when you’re supposed to, and so does he. You’re both good at pretending, you guess. That’s probably how things have ended up coming to this.
Taking a final spoonful of ice cream to your lips, it drools over the side and onto you. “Shit!” you say, assessing the damage where it fell on your clothes. It’s stained, that’s for sure. Your poor sweater. “This one’s my favorite… I just got it. Ugh.” Wincing, you peel yourself from his side.
Soobin sighs and stands up. “Is it ruined?”
“Probably.” You tug your lips to one side, looking up at him with big, disappointed eyes. Is the pout on your lips put on for him? Since when did you start doing that, too?
Those eyes flash again. Below the surface, you almost see yourself reflected in them. Sitting on his couch with the chub of your thighs pressed into him, sweat drooping so low it shows where the fat of your arm meets the swell of your breast, looking at him all new. You swallow thickly. If you can tell the difference in yourself, then he must be feeling it. A pit forms in your stomach. Are you being unfair?
Something fundamental was changed the moment Soobin went from your untouchable best friend to the sort of man that decorated his space with anime tits. For so long, you stubbed out every single stray thought about him. Because guys like that didn’t look at you, did they? It’s pathetic, and to some degree you can recognize that. But something did change, and it’s got your heart doing something new and different. You’re letting it run loose with the plethora of things you haven’t up until now.
“Look,” he says, before he has to clear his throat to speak more clearly. His cheek flutters with a clench of his teeth, a flash of dimple like sprinkles atop the sight. “I’ll go turn up the heater. Go grab a shirt, okay?”
You blink. He’d become a blubbering mess when you saw his room the first time. Now he’s sending you in there yourself? You guess that since the cat’s already out of the bag, he’s given up trying to pretend about what he is and isn’t into. Laughing at him was cruel, and driving it in harder was even more so. Picking yourself up, you pad to his room.
Trying your best to not make eye contact with anything that might make you more insane, you tug open his dresser. His whole place smells like him, mellow and handsome, but his room even more. You rifle through his stash of graphic tees and sweats and find nothing. Soobin keeps a stash of shirts just for you. His shirts won’t fit you—not in the way you want them to. Usually, he brings them out for you to change into when you’re spending the night and itching for that feeling of stolen clothes hanging off the softness of your frame. For something to hit you at the thigh and drown you in excess, to look like you’d swiped it right from his dresser and covered yourself in it. He’d bought them just for you; purposefully oversized. It’s just a matter of finding where he actually keeps them.
His closet, then? There’s only so many places they could be. You roll open the door and narrow your eyes. Hanging jackets, sweaters, stuff forgotten up high on a rack, and the bare wood scent of a closet mingling with Soobin’s that comes off his clothes.
There’s a box on the carpeted floor, one flap open. From it, dangles a bit of pale cream fabric. Intrigued, you dip down to your knees. Probably in here. You’ve exhausted the closet and the drawer and found nothing, anyway.
What you pull out of that box is far from your collection of well-loved, oversized graphic tees. They come out frilly, delicate and strappy, all sweet in an array of pale pinks and buttercream yellows and they’re so scant it makes your face heat up just knowing he has them in his possession. There’s polka dots and stripes and they fall all over your lap as you, despite yourself, cannot stop pulling them out. It’s like a shameful game of how much worse can the next thing I pull out be? And it seems to get more impossible with each. It’s so heart-stopping it’s almost macabre.
They look just like the ones in plastic all around you right now, like the shit plastered on his walls. It’s fucking cosplay costumes.
You are definitely, absolutely overstepping boundaries. No, you’re way out past that. This is so far out in the deep end, the water’s ear-high, and you don’t really know how to get back to where you can touch.
But who are these even for? Soobin may be a self-proclaimed otaku loser, but you know with a certainty that... Well. They’re not for him, right? Is there a girl? Fingers itching and throat dry, you fumble for a tag. Something. Anything that’ll relieve the new, strange fascination roaring in your ears. Everything you’ve already been plagued by is doubled down on, but your heart is also a spike in your chest. There is so, so much you didn’t know about him. And it's all been right here. Under your nose, and none of it did you notice. It makes your face numb, sends your brain in a thousand different, fuzzy directions. The Soobin you know is either a fake, or it’s just the very tip of the iceberg that makes up the whole of your best friend.
Your stomach, already in tight knots, drops down into your toes. Your heart stops in your throat. The fabric of the tag in your fingers reads in your size. Every single one of them does. Tugging out a tiny, ruffled white skirt, it’s the same. This thing would barely cover your ass, especially with how skirts fit on your body. But maybe that’s the point.
The room bleeds around you, the faces of those figurines and posters melting. Are these for you?
Soobin’s approach is too sudden for you to stuff them all back and hide what you were doing, even though your blood jumps to the surface you try as you might. The door flies open, and it’s like he knew, somehow, what you’d find.
“Fuck,” he growls, face wan. “Fuck, what are you doing?”
You want to drop the fabric from your hands like it’s hot. But you don’t, and it’s all the more incriminating, all the more mortifying. All those polka dotted cups and rosettes and lace send your cheeks up in flames as you blink dumbly at him, caught in the act. You wish for three seconds ago, when you could have stuffed this all back into the box and went back out there and pretended you didn’t see shit.
And you finally just don’t know what to say. You have no more pointed, mean jokes. Fragments of real sentences come fumbling out instead. “I.. It was… I was looking…” You don’t finish, choking on the thump of your pulse in your throat. But it’s not a lie. You were just looking for a shirt. This is just a symptom of a much bigger problem: that Choi Soobin has a stash of stupidly delicate costumes, and the evidence toward the possibility that he bought them thinking about you, or at least another girl with a body like yours, is damning.
“You were looking?” he says, eyes wild. He begins to shove them back where they came from like it’ll change the fact that you saw them. His hands tremble and shake. “I trust you to go into my room and you just start snooping through my stuff?”
Your mouth opens and you suddenly have a lot of things, but now they just won’t come out. Shaking your head, you watch as he cleans up the mess all except for the pretty set still in your hands.
His voice strains. “What the hell?” he says, exasperated and his eyes wildly searching yours. Gauging. Gauging how far too far is, and he may be a mess and he may be snapping, but the root and truth of that reaction is that you weren’t supposed to find it. His breaths come and go erratically. It looks like he might pass out, pupils blown wide and sharp.
The first words you can string along coherently come out flatly. “Are those for me?”
“What?” Soobin says, shoulders going rigid. “What the hell are you talking about?” He tries to laugh that off, a barked, unconvincing sound. “No. Fuck, no. They’re just… It’s a collector thing, alright? I collect them. I can’t believe you just…”
Dragging a thumb over the piece you still have, you eye the tag. When you walked in here for the first time and saw what you did, you imagined what Soobin might be into. Something like those petite girls that studded the shelves was what you landed on. It’s just the probability of the matter. It’s something you had to accept before you let hope hurt you. But this thing says something different, something that makes your tummy feel all tight.
“Give that to me.” He snatches it from you, still trying to pretend none of it exists. “Shit. Would you look at mec please? I’m not a fucking weirdo. I promise.” The word cracks.
That sounds like a plea to shove down the fact that he feels exactly like one. Like keeping little bits of lace fantasies like this is anything but perversion.
“Look at me,” he says, his desperation making it sharp.
When you do finally scramble up the last vestiges of your conscious thoughts, you hit him with a bare, “Do you want me to put it on?”
Soobin blanches further, as if he could. He looks like you just stabbed him in the chest. “What?” he stutters. “I… It’s not… I said it wasn’t for you.”
The pounding of your heart is the only thing you can hear. It pangs and pushes you over the cliff that you two have been clumsily teetering on for too long. “It’s pretty. What’s it from?” you say. What are you even saying? You should be asking him what all this is, but you can’t get the image of him deliberately surfing the web for costumes meant for your body. Of him opening that incognito tab and searching for plump thighs and soft cheeks and handfuls of body, just like yours. It brings to life something that you didn’t know you could feel.
“It’s… just a show. Just forget you saw it, okay? I know it’s weird. Let’s just go back and watch the movie. Please.” He’s still trying to scrub his hands clean, but god. It’s so wonderfully degenerate that he couldn’t. He couldn’t scrub the discovery from your brain no matter how hard he tried. This is the deep end.
“You don’t want me to put it on?” you ask, taking another gander at the cotton crushed under his fists. It’s erotic, really. The sight of something so distinctly feminine and delicate against him. In the hand of your best friend. “Is it for another girl, then?” The thought constricts around your chest. You would just have to shrivel up and die.
“No.” The word tears from him. Soobin runs a trembling hand through his hair, making a mess of the silky brown-black. “Damn it. It’s not for another girl.”
“Then can I?” you say, a final thread. It’s breathless.
The air stagnates around the two of you. And then it hardens and it breaks right in two as he opens his mouth, eyes tortured and blown black, and says shakily, “Yes.” Like it’s a stolen fantasy come true.
And here you are. His soft best friend that he’s been harboring feelings so wrapped up and close to his heart for that not even you had the slightest clue, so pent up that he bought shit for you and never even expected you to wear it. Forced to watch you run around in cruel, risky shorts with the plush of your thighs and the dimples all free because he didn’t see you that way, right? And you’re looking at him with glowing cheeks, eyes hazy and round, shirt sleeve slipping, and it probably is just that.
It doesn’t take much more convincing than that. Your legs are jittery and you feel all floaty as you steal the piece back and skip into the bathroom, disappearing.
The bathroom is not a hiding spot. It’s not a relief. Your breathing quickens as you shed your clothes and pull on these new ones, knowing what they mean. It quickens and drives you into such a frenzy that you have to give yourself a quick pep talk before stepping back out. Because, what if it’s not what he hoped? It’s a given by this point that he’s… into bigger girls, you guess. But what if you step out and his shoulders sag and he gives a tight smile, because on you it’s not what he had dreamed up when he went ordering these?
When you step out, the air is sucked straight out of the room. The flowy, cotton hem flirts high up on your thighs. The sleeves are puffy and round on your shoulders, coquettish, and they don’t try to hide their congruence with your shape. They don’t pretend that you’re made of straight lines. They work with your chubbiness, making a show of it. It’s all soft, white cotton and gossamer that represents a sleep shift. It’s comfy. You don’t want to tug it off, you find. You want to bend this way and press your arms together just so and to play with it. The headband with floppy ears on your head should be mortifying, too. A week ago you thought the figures on his shelves were nothing short of ridiculous, and now you’re dressed like one.
Soobin’s face is dead. He doesn’t make a choked sound. It doesn’t even look like he knows what to do. It’s a mirror of that look you had seen just the littlest bit of earlier, when you were testing the limits of him.
“What?” you say, fluffing the flowy, babydoll body of it and doing a spin. It moves with you. Without a doubt, he got a flash of your bottom in the swish of the pieces, “No?”
“Please,” he chokes. “Come here. Please.”
Gathering up the willpower, you eat up the space between you and finally you’re in his space, on the floor beside him, dressed like this. It’s explosive. It’s like throwing a match into a puddle of fuel; fuel, being the pent-up, sordid need that Soobin has been made up of for so, so long. And fire catches.
Soobin’s mouth catches yours like he’s trying to eat you up. Bite into you like sweet pound cake. And oh, he eats. He tastes like sweetness, like the bite of ice cream he had stolen earlier. His tongue moves over yours, his teeth nipping like he can’t keep it at bay. Once the wall crumbles, all that’s left is the depravity. And Choi Soobin has a lot of that to spare, you’ve learned. You whimper and mewl into his mouth, brain racing to try and catch up with reality. It never really does.
He pulls back with tilted glasses and lips smeared with you. The shiver that starts from the base of your spine is more than bone-deep. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he says, out of breath and playing with the edge of a whine. A strangled growl. You don’t know, actually. All you know is that you want to hear more of it, want to hear him tell you that you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. “I knew you’d be sweet. I knew it. Can I please fuck you?”
It’s jarring. One second he can’t speak, the next he’s just… asking things like that. It makes you crazy. It flips your stomach over. “Soobin,” you say, lips wobbly.
That’s all he needs to hear. He’s like a dog that’s been waiting for a treat for too long for any sort of patience or tact.
The carpet abrades your ass as he tugs you by the hips down toward him. It steals the last bits of oxygen that you had been fighting to keep right away from you. It’s everything you never thought could happen and it’s coming to you in the form of your big, dumb best friend’s hands on you. Stars dapple the image of him reaching blindly up at his drawer like he can’t look away from you for even a moment. He fumbles, a clumsy mess that misses the drawer a few times, but eventually he finds what he went looking for.
Out of his dresser drawer comes a wand vibrator with a fat, rubber head. That’s it; you’re definitely not breathing.
You wonder if he bought that thinking of you, too. If he saw that shade of baby blue and all he could think, with such desperation, is that it would look good pressed between your shaking thighs. His cheeks are a dusty pink as he thumbs it on and it starts with a buzz. It’s been charged, then, and waiting. You also wonder if he’s pressed it to the slit of himself, thinking of the pretty spill of your thighs as he did it, thigh highs cutting into the chub there or any other thing he wanted to see you in.
The buzz starts on your inner thigh, first. He presses it there and watches how your body moves under it with a distinct, perverted delight. “Oh my God,” he says, straight from his chest.
Overcome with a lifetime of needing to hear that, you squirm. “Do you like it?” you ask. A stupid, air-headed question. But stupid and air-headed is just what you are right now. “Is it pretty?”
“Do I like it,” he laughs, the pads of his fingers rough where he dares higher on your thigh. The throb in your body takes the small crumb and doubles it. Triples it. Your entire center lights up. “Do I like it? Do you know how many times I came on my own stomach thinking about your fucking thighs? About fucking them? Saw you… Saw your shorts go up too high when you crawled and…” He can’t even finish, voice tightening. “Yeah. Yeah I like it.”
His hands are still trembling as he pushes the playful hem of the costume up. Up. He goes until he can see the full extent of your soft thighs, the seams of them pressing into one another all fluffy and soft and the true state of, the way Soobin looks at it, femininity and sex. He doesn’t stop until it’s ruched above your belly then above your breasts. And he stops to dig his fingers into your belly, to feel that it’s real and beneath him right now. That you are.
A moment of shyness creeps in as the air brushes all that exposed skin. The press of your breasts into the hunch of your arms that comes almost second to breathing as you feel his awareness on you, the tightening of your nipples that sends a buzzing thrill down your spine, all of it. And he’s seeing the full extent of what you look like beneath the soft, obscuring clothes. For the first time in a long time with him, you want to curl into yourself and hide it.
But it wasn’t Soobin that ever cared about the dimples in your thighs when you’d sport pajamas and stay over at his place. Not at all. That was all you. His adam's apple works, and then beseeching you with a sharp, heady, “No, please, let me fucking see you. I…” He wets his lips, eyes so dark that the chocolate there is just black. Shining. “Do you know what you’ve done to me, every day, for years? It’s not fair.”
Taking a stray hand, you drag it down. You feel the curve of your belly, follow it all the way down until you cup the roaring heat between your thighs. The place where all that softness meets, and it’s alive. It’s sending jitters through you. “You really… You seriously wanted me, Soobin?”
Soobin blinks. There’s a disconnect. Because where you keep asking him if he’s sure about this, if he thinks you’re pretty, that’s not what you find in his eyes. All that’s left in him is the need to eat something sweet, to feel all that softness arch into the hard lines of himself just so he knows what it feels like beyond the screen. Beyond the lowest of his perverted, melted thoughts. “Stop asking me that,” he says, voice hoarse. He slides his fingers beneath yours, still over the cotton of your panties but touching you right where it’s the loudest. Your breath catches sharply in your throat, heels digging into the carpet. “You’re starting to piss me off.”
You can feel your pulse. It’s all you can feel, really as he hooks his thumbs beneath the simple band of your panties and he drags them down the curves of your thighs. Slowly. Watching every inch. They’re a simple pale cotton, polka dotted. It’d send your ears glowing hotter if it were any other man, but this is Soobin. Look at what he’s got on you. Look at what he has hidden in that box, and whatever else he keeps stashed away in his brain that he wants to try out and do to you. He’s buzzing at the sight of them wrapped around your knees.
Nudging a thigh open further, he tests the buzz on his palm and kicks it up higher a few notches. Your stomach does a wild, deep flip. “Tell me if it’s too high, okay?” he says, breathing shallow. “Tell me anything. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Fuck, I’ll do anything you want.”
And then he presses it just above where you need it. You wiggle. It’s cruel. You were so ready. He remedies that by spreading you with two fingers, the sound of your wetness sending your hand over your mouth to fight the fluster, and pressing the head of the buzz right into your clit.
Lightning flashes behind your eyes. The sound you make is not your problem—not when you can’t even register it. You snap halfway up, nails digging into his wrist and the white in your vision swimming. “Soobin,” you warble.
“Fuck,” he says, caught on the sight of you. He tries circles, waxing and weaning the intensity. “Holy fuck.”
It doesn’t take long for it to all become too much. The shudder of that thing is violent, twisting up that knot in your belly so far that it stands the hair on your arms up. Your hips dig back into the floor, heels too. You need to be as far away from the sensation as possible. You need it right up inside you.
He takes a fistful of the fat at your hip, right where your tummy meets thigh, but that only works for a fleeting moment. You’re shaking and writhing on the ground, and he needs to be a part of it. Trembling with restraint, he hikes a leg of yours up, letting your plump calf float by his head, digging divots with his fingertips into your thigh to hold it up. Your body gives in to him, and it’s your favorite thing you’ve ever seen. The fact that you are built to take the shape of him like dough, and he is built to make that dent. It looks like his favorite thing, too.
“This is better,” he says, working the angle so that it hits the throbbing, sensitive underside of your swollen clit. You can only jolt and sob, spine aching to arch. “This is so much better. I want to die in them. Look at them. Look at your tummy. Please give me one. Please, I need it so bad. C’mon, baby. Don’t hold it back.” His voice is scraped raw. He presses a kiss into the inside of your knee and, like he can’t even stop himself from doing it, begins rolling his hips into the mess between your stricken thighs. A whimper falls from his bitten lips, but he won’t screw his eyes shut. The only thing he wants to see is this. You. All of it, every last bit, down to the way your tummy folds at the new sensation, tightening up.
The friction of his jeans is it. Sparks fly. It’s like you’ve been struck by a live wire. You sob, digging your skull back into the floor. The release of it is white-hot, and it slows to honey as you listen to him curse and continue rutting his clothed bulge against you.
Oh, God. He pulls you in to taste your mouth again, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans so clumsily that you would laugh if you were anywhere else, doing anything else. But here, watching him so fucking crazy over you that he can’t control his hands, it’s got your head drunk on syrup and sugar. He springs out onto his stomach, and you can’t help making a noise into his mouth and tearing yourself from the heat of his mouth to catch a nosy look.
“Holy shit…” you say, still finding your breath, head still floating elsewhere in tandem with the ebb and flow between your thighs. And yet, it comes to life something new and starving at the sight. You knew your best friend was big and dumb and clumsy, and also now a pervert. But the sight still gives you pause.
You don’t have to be small with Soobin. He’s big enough to provide you that. Because your thighs might be fully and your tummy might spill over them when you sit, but as he takes them into his hands and positions you for himself just how he wants you and has got himself off imagining for how long, you don’t know, his palms eat up your frame. You don’t have to be small when you stare dumbly at the thickness and length and drooling tip has to be kissed away by him trying to distract you from it, all searing licks of his tongue as he presses the tip to your entrance. Your thighs are split around his tiny waist, tummy pressed into the muscle of his own, and there is no other way that Soobin would have it.
Bracing himself on the carpet beside your head, he guides the head of hick cock to your entrance. He just can’t stop kissing you, and you don’t even know if it's a distraction anymore, or if it’s just the need to be eating you whole. It doesn’t catch, slipping up through your slick and nudging your clit with a jolt.
Soobin’s teeth grit. You just laugh, bracing your forehead against his broad shoulder. He presses in true this time and you make a small, stunted sound into the fabric of his sweater. He’s big this way, too. You had seen it, but now you feel it. Scrabbling at his shoulders, you pull back to try and look in his eyes. Warmth radiates from your plush cheeks.
“I know,” he says, voice close to a break. He shudders, sliding into you as slowly and quickly as he can manage. You feel every inch. The hold he has on your waist, your tummy, is ironclad. “One sec. One sec, please… I just…” His hips meet your bottom, and he’s all the way in. The idea of that, of your best friend inside of you, sends another pang of haze through you. “Okay,” he chokes and takes a hold of your hips. “Oh my God, you are… Okay, just… Like this.”
He swivels your hips in circles. You wince. It makes you aware of every inch all up inside of you, deep in your tummy. But then it starts to fade, and you start to take the shape of him like you seem to be good at. And he can see the moment it changes. “Okay?” he bites out. He’s doing so good.
“Okay,” you squeak. Okay as you’ll get. You just need him to make love to your body and show you exactly how he wanted to do it all those years you spent thinking he didn’t notice you. You need it right now, whining on top of you.
The wall breaks. The man that had kept this secret for years, so neat and strict that only now you’re seeing it? He’s gone. He is so far gone. All that’s left is the one that starts frantically fucking you like the degenerate he is.
His hands and mouth are all over you. He tastes. He moulds the dough of your thighs to the shape of his hand, the point of your breast a too soft, too real weight in his palm, your tummy brushing up against his with every buck. He shudders at it all. “Baby,” he whines. His face crumbles, brows knitting and cheeks the same pink as yours. Curling his fingers into your hair, he feels you flutter. It sends his hips stuttering. “Another one. Another one, please. I can’t believe I’m fucking you.” The words come from his belly like they take everything in him to make.
The sounds of his hips canting into your ass, the friction on your shoulders and back from the carpet, the way your belly body jiggles with each thrust he gives you. None of it matters. All of it exists just beyond your field of reality, which consists of his choking whines and growls and the second, more terrifying knot in your belly. “I’m trying.” You grasp at his shoulders, breathing in the musk of him above you. “More, Soobin. Please, I need more.”
That ignites a challenge in him. You feel it in the way his spine straightens and he falls into your neck. The concept that what he’s giving you isn’t taking you over the edge? He can’t handle that. Not after all that wanting and needing. Taking a bite right over your collarbone, which is made soft with a padding of fat on you, he tilts his hips, fumbles with his support behind your head, and he fucks you with a very simpleminded intention. You were going to cum again, and he’d lick the taste like sweet sugar right from your mouth. Each new, pitchier moan, he drinks it. His bangs stick to his forehead. It’s a miracle that his glasses are still on his face, but they fog around the rim where they meet his face. He’s flushed and all you can see is black in his eyes.
You dig your heels into the base of his spine. Deeper, you need him deeper. But how could he get any deeper into your belly?
“Where?” he cracks, shaking apart over you. His eyes are wild. It’s sudden, like he had been trying for so long to keep it down for you, but it’s consumed him finally. “Oh fuck.” His voice trembles with a noise that makes your brain go white. “I’m gonna… Baby, tell me where or I’ll…” The effort of his jumping hips, the tightening of his belly, it all works against him.
You don’t get to answer him. The world goes away again, and you shake apart under his chest. Your breasts press into him when you arch, and your tummy tightens so hard you almost wish it would stop so you could breathe.
“God, your face!” he says, and it’s his final words. Soobin stills, a shudder starting at his spine and finishing with a sob into your neck, and he sacrifices what you know he really wants just in time to spill onto your belly. He shakes so much you think he might come down on you, but those sturdy arms keep him up just enough for him to kiss at your neck and pant warmth into your skin. He ruts a few more times, a final rope of white seeping warm and sticky into your psyche. And now, not only do you know what Choi Soobin feels like inside of you, what he sounds like and which exact angle he leans, but you also know exactly what it feels like to be painted in him. In your best friend.
He pulls away when it’s all run through your systems and left nothing more than laziness and a molasses flood where your blood should be roaring instead and that afterglow chemical that makes you want to press your cheek into his chest and never leave. His face is a mess, glasses askew before he fixes them over his dusty pink cheeks, and he rakes his fingers through the damp hair at the base of your neck.
“Sorry,” he says, as if he’s finally coming back to himself. Not enough for the sight of his cum on your chubby tummy to not capture and keep his gaze, though. “I’ll… I’ll clean you up.”
It’s a question, the return of his nervousness. Are we still good? Is this weird? You just give him the slow, glowing smile of a girl that just had her brain turned to mush. “You’re a perv,” you say, giggling.
He left you a mess. You reach back behind your head and feel how the ground had teased it up. Your thighs are pink in the shape of his fingerprints. Pound cake, for sure. It looks fascinatingly a lot like he decided to top all that cakey softness off with strawberries and cream.
His eyes light up again and jaw ticks. Heart jumping in your chest, you laugh right in his face this time. It looks like, finally, you know the way to get under what Soobin pretends he is, right down to the core of him. Sugar-rotted. And he’s gonna wish you didn’t.
ash: okay yes this is super indulgent but i just see soobin and kai as the tubatus that could hold their own with a chubby girl. IM NEXT LETS GO!
