#soobin fic

[soobvns]

c. sb -`♡´- texts as an idol! couple

Summary: What it’s like to be an idol while dating idol Soobin!

⤷ idol!gn!reader x idol!soobin

warnings: slightly suggestive throughout because it’s soobin and i can’t help myself

[zerocoded]

DRUNK BOYF ABILITIES ! part three

What begins as an ordinary morning slowly becomes a reminder of everything you and Soobin cherish about your relationship: the ease, the trust, the laughter, and the way you continue choosing each other in countless small ways.

WARNINGS ◦ established relationship ◦ writing is dragging and boring are we surprised ◦ smut, mdni ◦ our final part is here yippee ◦ detailed description of sex like REALLY detailed pls keep that in mind ◦ munch soob i hope you're ok with that ◦ THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR ◦ tooth rotting fluff i'm warning you (a bit cringe if you ask me) ◦ switch reader and soobin, if you don't like men whimpering i'm so sorry but this one is not for you bye ◦ our couple is super duper hangover here teehee.

1646O ━━━━━ part three soobin x reader

۶ৎ 𝓜 , part three of drunk soob drabbles because it seems i write canon tubatu and y'all enjoyed the second part a little bit too much lol. established relationship all the way because i'm a yearning lonely bitch. domestic soob 😔😔😔😔 pls brace yourselves for this one because i think i went a bit over the top #mybad.

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The first thing Soobin became aware of as he slowly drifted into consciousness was that his left arm was completely gone. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.

There was no sensation at all — no soreness, no pins and needles, just a strange, heavy absence where his arm should be. For a long moment, he simply lay there, blinking up at the ceiling with bleary eyes, trying to decide if it was actually possible to lose a limb in your sleep.

It took him several seconds to gather the courage to look down and when he finally did, the mystery solved itself immediately.

You were curled into his side like you belonged there — your head rested heavily on his left shoulder, using his entire bicep as a personal pillow. A small trail of drool had escaped the corner of your mouth and was slowly soaking into his skin. Your breathing was deep and even, completely oblivious to the fact that you had successfully cut off all circulation to his arm.

Soobin let out a long, quiet sigh. Logically, he knew he should move. A normal, functioning human would gently extract their arm, maybe stretch, and go about their morning. His fingers were tingling faintly now, his shoulder had started to ache in protest, and his bladder was making its complaints increasingly difficult to ignore.

And yet… he didn’t move.

Instead, he stayed exactly where he was, watching the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks in your sleep, the soft pout of your lips, the way your hand had loosely curled around his waist like you were afraid he might disappear. Even with your hair messy and a little bit of drool on his shoulder, you looked impossibly cute.

A small, fond smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t last long. His bladder chose that exact moment to remind him — rather insistently — that he was, in fact, a living human with needs.

Soobin squeezed his eyes shut and groaned quietly into the pillow, the sound muffled and miserable.

Right. The hangover.

The dull, throbbing ache behind his eyes had been easy to ignore while he was busy admiring you, but the second he acknowledged it, the headache rolled in with full force. A heavy pressure settled at the base of his skull, and his mouth felt disgusting — dry, sour, and still faintly tainted with the unmistakable aftertaste of last night’s soju. He hadn’t brushed his teeth before passing out and that realization made him want to crawl under the covers and never emerge again.

God, he needed water. And also ibuprofen. And a shower and maybe a new body while he was at it.

And yet, despite the growing list of complaints, Soobin found himself sinking deeper into the mattress instead of moving.

Because then your hand, which had been resting loosely on his waist, tightened around itself. Even in your sleep, you gave it a small, unconscious tug, pulling yourself closer to him like you could sense he was thinking about getting up. The simple movement made something warm bloom in his chest, cutting right through the hangover haze.

Soobin let out a soft, defeated breath and turned his head just enough to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was completely trapped — physically, emotionally, and pathetically in love. And for now, he couldn’t bring himself to mind even a little.

In the end, neither of you won.

Somewhere in the middle of that quiet battle, Soobin drifted back to sleep — not deeply, just enough to slip back into a light, hazy doze.

The next time he opened his eyes, it was to the muffled vibration of your phone somewhere under the blankets. A few seconds later, your alarm started playing, the cheerful melody feeling obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. Both of you let out a collective groan.

Your hand emerged from beneath the duvet like a sleepy zombie, blindly searching for the offending device. It took two attempts, one accidental slap against Soobin’s stomach, and a great deal of visible suffering before you finally found it and silenced the alarm. The apartment fell blessedly quiet again.

Neither of you moved.

“Morning,” Soobin mumbled, voice rough and low.

“Mornin’,” you rasped back.

That was the extent of your conversation for the next several minutes. You eventually rolled onto your back, still half-buried under the duvet, and started checking your notifications. Soobin did the same beside you.

The two of you scrolled through your phones in comfortable silence — the kind that only comes after years together. No pressure to fill the quiet, no need to entertain each other, just existing side by side.

Every now and then, one of you would tilt your screen toward the other — a funny tweet, a random meme, or a weather notification that made you both grimace. Then the silence would settle again. Eventually, you lowered your phone onto your stomach and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. A deep sigh escaped you.

Soobin immediately glanced over.

You pushed the blankets aside and sat up slowly, clearly uncomfortable. The movement made you wince.

“Where are you going?” he asked, voice still thick with sleep.

You grimaced again as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. “Bathroom first.”

Soobin hummed absently, but something in your tone made him look at you properly.

“Hangover?”

“No.” You were already standing now, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around the room.

The duvet slipped down around your waist, revealing your bare skin. Without thinking twice, you bent down, picked up his discarded button-up shirt from the floor, and slipped it on. Your fingers worked through the buttons automatically while your hair remained a wild, adorable mess.

The sight hit Soobin square in the chest — soft morning light, his shirt hanging off your frame, the quiet domesticity of it all.

“Sore?” he asked after a moment.

You paused midway through buttoning the shirt, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Soobin pushed himself up against the headboard, brows pulling together slightly. “Really?”

“Mhm.” You kept your eyes on the buttons. “My thighs mostly. Back too.”

He stared at you. The realization settled in slowly. “Oh.”

Your eyes narrowed immediately as you looked up at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, trying — and failing — to keep his face neutral. A tiny, guilty smile threatened to break across his mouth. He tried to bite it back, but the amusement was already sparkling in his eyes.

“Soobin-ssi,” you warned, pointing at him.

“I’m not saying anything.”

“You’re thinking very loudly right now.”

His smile finally won, dimples carving deep into his cheeks. “I was just wondering,” he said innocently, “why your thighs would possibly hurt.”

You grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at his face with impressive speed. Soobin caught it effortlessly, laughing as he hugged the pillow to his chest.

The bedroom fell quiet once you disappeared down the hallway, the soft padding of your footsteps fading into the distance.

Soobin stayed exactly where he was, sprawled on his back with one arm draped lazily over his eyes, blocking out the gentle morning light that slipped through the curtains. His other hand held his phone above him, thumb scrolling absentmindedly through an app he wasn’t really paying attention to. The screen’s glow reflected faintly off his face, but his mind was elsewhere — still pleasantly fuzzy around the edges from sleep and the remnants of last night’s drinking.

A soft notification chime broke the silence.

He blinked slowly as the company group chat popped up at the top of his screen. Someone had just uploaded today’s call sheet. Without thinking, Soobin tapped on it, his eyes scanning the familiar layout out of pure habit.

Recording session at 4 PM. Short meeting with the choreographer. Dance review in the practice room.

Nothing unusual. Nothing particularly demanding.

He’d been doing this for so long that the schedule barely registered as new information anymore. At fifteen, the mere thought of a random Thursday of his future self would have sent him into excited panic. Now, at twenty-six, it felt like checking the weather — something that simply existed.

Comebacks, promotions, filming, interviews… the days blurred together in a steady, relentless rhythm. Time moved differently when you lived like this, months vanished between one schedule and the next.

His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment.

Then he heard it — the soft clatter of cabinet doors opening in the kitchen, followed by a sleepy, muttered curse as something (probably a spoon or a mug) clattered onto the counter.

Soobin’s smile grew instantly, warm and fond.

He lowered his phone onto his chest and turned his head toward the open bedroom door, listening. Another faint clink, then the sound of the fridge opening. You were probably making coffee or trying to find the painkillers you both needed.

He let out a quiet breath, chest rising and falling slowly and then got up. The moment his feet touched the cool wooden floor, Soobin’s headache made its presence known with a sharp, punishing throb behind his eyes. He paused, swaying slightly in place, and let out a low groan.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and shuffled out of the bedroom, his tall frame moving slower than usual. The hallway was brighter than he expected, warm sunlight spilling across the floor in soft golden patches. The faint, comforting smell of coffee was already drifting through the air, and it made his steps feel a little more purposeful.

By the time he reached the kitchen, you were leaning against the counter, looking slightly more alive than you had five minutes ago. One hand held a glass of water, the other clutched the familiar white bottle of painkillers like a hard-won trophy.

“Found them?” Soobin asked, voice still rough with sleep.

You lifted the bottle slightly in victory.

“After fighting for my life,” you replied, equally raspy.

A tired, half-smile tugged at his lips. “Proud of you.”

“Thank you.”

You took another slow sip of water, then slid the bottle of painkillers across the counter toward him without a word. Soobin picked it up, shook two tablets into his palm, and swallowed them with the water you wordlessly offered him next. The fact that he didn’t even try to argue or tough it out was probably the clearest sign yet that this hangover was the real deal.

He leaned his hip against the counter beside you, shoulders slumping as he waited for the medicine to kick in. The kitchen felt warm and safe, filled with the quiet sounds of the coffee maker and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.

Soobin glanced sideways at you, taking in the sight of you in his oversized button-up, sleeves too long for your arms, hair still messy from sleep. Despite the headache and the general misery of his body, something soft and fond settled in his chest.

Quietly, he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his bare chest. He was only wearing his boxers, hair still messy and fluffy from the bed. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your warmth with a contented sigh, breathing you in.

You smiled softly, continuing to rinse your glass even as he clung to you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, voice low and a little raspy, lips brushing against your skin with every word.

You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. “Mhm. Really well, actually. Even if someone kept me up half the night,” you teased lightly.

Soobin let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against your back. His arms tightened around you, one hand slipping under the hem of the button-up to rest warmly on your stomach.

“Yeah… sorry about that,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. “Couldn’t help myself, missed you too much.”

You let out a soft laugh and tilted your head back to rest against his shoulder, then finished rinsing the glass and set it on the drying rack, then turned in his arms so you could face him. Your hands came up to rest on his bare chest as you looked up at his messy hair and sleepy eyes.

“And you?” you asked gently. “Did you sleep okay?”

Soobin nodded, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “Yeah. Best sleep I’ve had in weeks. Waking up with you drooling on my arm is weirdly one of my favorite things.”

You smacked his chest lightly, laughing. “I do not drool.”

“You do,” he said fondly, eyes crinkling. “But it’s cute. Everything about you in the morning is cute.”

He hugged you closer again, swaying you both gently in the middle of the kitchen, his chin resting on top of your head. The morning light felt warmer with him wrapped around you like this.

You smiled against his skin, both of you lingering in the quiet domesticity of the moment — his tall frame wrapped around yours, the faint smell of coffee in the air, and the comfortable silence that only years of loving each other could create.

A few minutes later, after the coffee maker had finished its slow gurgling and both of you had traded equal amounts of dramatic complaints about how unfair life was, Soobin finally admitted defeat. He pushed himself off the counter with a heavy sigh and headed toward the bathroom.

Halfway down the short hallway, he paused. Then turned around.

“Do you wanna shower together?” he asked, voice still husky from sleep.

You didn’t even look up from the piece of toast you were spreading butter on. “No.”

“Wow,” Soobin said, placing a hand over his chest like he’d been wounded. “That’s incredibly selfish.”

“I haven’t even had breakfast yet, you drama king.”

“I could’ve been your breakfast.”

That finally made you glance up at him, one eyebrow raised in dry amusement. “Go shower, Soobin.”

He grinned, dimples flashing. “Worth a try.”

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and soon the sound of running water filled the apartment.

The hot water worked wonders almost immediately. It didn’t completely erase the hangover, but it soothed the worst of it — easing the tension in his shoulders and clearing some of the fog in his head. Steam rose around him as he worked shampoo through his messy hair, eyes half-closed in contentment.

His gaze drifted lazily across the shelf built into the shower wall, now filled mostly with your products. He had long since stopped bothering to bring his own because you kept buying the good-smelling ones, and he kept happily stealing them. It had become an unspoken system between you two.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open.

Soobin tilted his head under the spray and peeked through wet strands of hair just in time to see you walk in, toothbrush already in hand. You looked noticeably more awake now, though still adorably rumpled in his oversized button-up.

“Morning,” he called out cheerfully over the sound of the water.

“You already said that,” you replied, squeezing toothpaste onto your brush.

“Just double-checking.”

You rolled your eyes, but he caught the small smile tugging at your lips in the mirror. He laughed quietly to himself, watching as you started brushing your teeth.

“What time do you have to be there today?” you asked a minute later, words slightly muffled by foam.

“Four,” he answered, running his hands through his hair to rinse out the shampoo.

His eyes followed you naturally as you moved around the sink area. That’s when he noticed the blister pack of vitamins sitting neatly beside your toothbrush — one already popped out for him.

The shower door slid open a few inches.

“Did you take the vitamins?” he asked.

You pointed toward the sink with your toothbrush. “Bought one out for you too.”

A soft, genuine smile spread across his face. “Thank you.”

“That's nothing, baby.”

But Soobin made no move to actually step out and take them.

Instead, he stayed right where he was — tall, broad-shouldered, and dripping wet — simply watching you with that familiar, playful glint in his eyes. You continued brushing your teeth, pretending not to notice his staring, but eventually your eyes met his in the mirror.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Soobin said nothing. He just tilted his head slightly toward the warm spray behind him, the invitation clear as day, not even a little bit subtle.

You paused mid-brush. “Seriously?”

“Baby,” he said, voice low and sweet, a small pout forming on his lips.

“What?”

“I’m leaving today, you know that.”

You stared at him through the mirror, toothbrush paused halfway to your mouth. “You’re leaving at four p.m., Soobin.”

“That’s still leaving,” Soobin said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s six hours from now.”

“Exactly,” he replied, tilting his head under the spray. Water cascaded down his broad shoulders as he gave you a pitiful look. “Six hours isn’t that long.”

Your eyes narrowed. “That’s not helping your case.”

A look of genuine offense crossed his face. “How is it not helping? I’m literally telling you! I’ll miss you.”

You had to fight the urge to laugh. “Because you basically have the entire day, Soobin.”

“I don’t have the entire day,” he argued, pointing dramatically at the shower floor like it was evidence in a courtroom. “I’m currently using part of the day. Very important shower time.”

You almost choked on your toothpaste. “Choi Soobin.”

“What?” He blinked innocently, water dripping from his lashes. “I’m just saying.”

His smile widened immediately, dimples carving deep into his flushed cheeks. He looked far too pleased with himself for someone who was supposed to be hungover.

You turned back to the mirror, shaking your head. “No, baby.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, softly: “Please?”

You laughed — actually laughed — the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. “Stop this.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

You finally turned to look at him through the glass. He was standing there, tall and dripping wet, giving you the most heartbreaking pout you’d ever seen.

He whined, voice soft and sweet. The pout somehow got worse. “Baby.”

“Oh my God. Fine.”

You groaned loudly and rubbed a hand down your face in defeat. From inside the shower, Soobin visibly brightened. First came the smile, then those dangerous dimples, followed by the unmistakable expression of a man who knew he was winning.

You pointed your toothbrush at him threateningly. “Move over.”

The reaction was immediate.

Soobin lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery. His whole face broke into the biggest, goofiest, most heart-melting smile you’d ever seen. The kind that made his dimples pop and his eyes crinkle at the corners.

He was already making space for you, looking absurdly pleased with himself — like convincing you to join him in the shower was his greatest achievement of the week. Maybe even the month.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. You quickly finished brushing your teeth, then turned away from the mirror. With zero ceremony, you unbuttoned his oversized shirt and let it slide off your shoulders, catching it before it hit the floor. You tossed it onto the laundry basket, followed shortly by your panties, which you stepped out of and kicked toward the same direction.

Soobin’s eyes followed every movement.

“Weirdo,” you muttered, cheeks warming slightly as you stepped into the shower.

The moment the water hit your skin, Soobin wrapped his long arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head with a contented sigh. For a few seconds it was just quiet — the sound of water, his warm chest against your back, the familiar scent of his stolen shampoo filling the steamy air.

Then he spoke again, voice low and hopeful against your ear. “So… can I eat you out now?”

You blinked, pulling back just enough to stare at him in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” you laughed, half shocked, half amused.

Soobin gave you a innocent little shrug, water dripping from his lashes as he smiled. “I’m just saying,” he murmured, “it will make you more happy on this day.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”

He leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder before continuing with complete seriousness, “Research says that if you let your boyfriend eat you out once a day—”

You slapped your hand over his mouth immediately, eyes wide.

“Don’t finish that nonsense, my god Soob,” you groaned, laughing despite yourself. “I thought we were just having a cute shower.”

Soobin’s eyes sparkled with mischief under your palm. He gently pried your hand away from his mouth, still grinning.

“We’ve talked about this yesterday! It’s not like I’m bringing this up from nowhere,” he said innocently, pressing another kiss to your wet shoulder, then your collarbone. “I said I was going to take my time with you today. And I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up, you looked so cute drooling on my arm.”

“Pervert,” you said. Water cascaded over both of you as you poked his chest. “We are not doing that in the shower, baby. It’s slippery and dangerous and I’m not trying to end up in the ER with a concussion because my boyfriend got too excited.”

Soobin pouted again, somehow even more dramatically this time. “I can get on my knees for it, baby, you know I don't mind.”

“Jesus. No, Soob, we can do it in bed, where it’s safe and I can lie down. And not worry about my giant boyfriend dropping me on the tiles.”

“I wouldn’t drop you,” he argued, hands sliding down to rest on your hips. “I’m very strong. And very careful. And very motivated.”

You gave him a flat look and repeated. “Pervert.”

“Your pervert,” he corrected happily, leaning down to press a soft, wet kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Come on, just a little. I’ll be gentle. I’ll even get on my knees. I look really good on my knees, you already told me that.” He tries again.

You groaned, but the sound came out weaker than you intended. The image hit you instantly — Soobin, tall as he was, sinking down onto his knees in the shower, water running down his broad shoulders and back, looking up at you with those dark, hungry eyes while his mouth...

Damn. You hated how quickly your body and heart reacted to the mental picture.

“Stop it,” you muttered, turning your face away from him, but your voice lacked any real conviction. Heat was already crawling up your neck and settling in your stomach.

Soobin noticed immediately, of course. He always did.

He tilted his head, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. “Why? You just got all tense.”

“I did not.”

“You definitely did.” His hands slid down to your waist, thumbs stroking your wet skin. “Your breathing changed too, jagi. That's cute.”

You turned around once again and pushed at his chest half-heartedly, cheeks burning. “You are so annoying. We are not doing this in the shower. It’s slippery, I will fall, and then you’ll have to explain to your members why I have a concussion and you have a guilty conscience.”

Soobin hummed, clearly not convinced. He leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear as water continued to cascade over both of you. “But imagine it,” he whispered, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone he knew affected you.

Soobin stepped closer, closing what little space remained between you until your back gently met the cool tile wall. His tall frame crowded you in, one hand braced beside your head while the other slid around your waist, pulling your wet body flush against his.

He leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

“Me on my knees for you…” he murmured, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “Holding your thighs open while the water runs down your body.” Another kiss, this one lower, lingering as his tongue traced a warm path along your skin. “You could just lean back against the wall and take it.”

You shivered despite the hot water raining down on both of you. Your hands instinctively came up to rest on his chest, but you didn’t push him away.

“Ya! Soobin-ssi…” you complained in a whine, slapping weakly at his chest.

“I’ll be gone for another week after today,” he continued softly, lips never leaving your neck. He kissed lower, right where your pulse fluttered, then sucked gently, making your breath hitch. “Just let me have a little taste before I go. You know I can do it, baby, we’ve done this before.”

His mouth kept moving — slow, deliberate kisses trailing down the side of your throat, then back up to that spot just under your jaw that always made your knees weak. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, one thigh sliding between your legs as he coaxed you with that deep, raspy voice.

“You remember last time, don’t you?” Your boyfriend whispered against your wet skin, kissing and licking between every word. “How fast you came on my tongue? How you had to hold onto my hair because your legs were shaking so much?”

Your fingers curled against his chest as heat pooled low in your stomach. Soobin was being unfairly effective — the combination of his warm mouth, the hot water, and those filthy, sweet words making it harder and harder to say no.

Soobin pulled back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark and full of want, droplets of water clinging to his lashes.

“Just a little,” he pleaded softly, pressing another lingering kiss right below your ear. “Let me make you feel good before I have to leave you for a week.”

You let out a pathetic little whine, your hand coming up to smack his shoulder.

“Ya, that’s not fair,” you complained, voice breathy. You were already rising onto your tiptoes, trying to escape the thick thigh he had gently wedged between your legs. The movement only pressed you closer to his body, which made everything worse.

He didn’t even flinch at the smack. Instead, he smiled, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“I’m sore after last night,” you added, pushing at his chest with both hands, cheeks burning. “You shouldn’t be like this, you know.”

Soobin let you push him, still grinning as he took a few steps back. You kept shoving him with an annoyed pout on your face until his back hit the opposite wall of the shower. Even then, his smile only grew wider, dimples deep and eyes sparkling with pure delight.

He loved when you got like this — all flustered and pouty and trying to boss him around.

You glared up at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

“Like what?” he asked innocently, though the grin never faded.

Before you could answer, Soobin’s arms wrapped around you again, pulling you flush against his chest. One large hand cradled the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you.

The kiss was slow and deep, warm water still pouring over both of you. He was so much taller that you had to tilt your head back, standing on your tiptoes again just to reach him properly. The shower wasn’t tiny, but with his broad frame taking up space and the steam rising thicker by the second, it was definitely getting warmer.

You tried to stay annoyed for about three seconds.

Then you melted into him, hands sliding up his wet chest and around his neck as you kissed him back. Soobin hummed happily against your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed yours, slow and sensual, tasting the faint mint of your toothpaste. Water dripped from his hair onto your face as he kissed you harder, one hand sliding down to grip your waist while the other stayed tangled in your wet hair.

Between kisses, you pulled back just enough to mutter against his lips, “If you let me fall, I swear…”

Soobin smirked, the expression wicked and fond at the same time. Without a word, he pressed you even closer, chest to chest, until there was almost no space left between your bodies. He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your knees feel weak.

The shower filled with the sound of running water and the wet, messy noises of your kisses. Soobin’s hand moved from your waist to your lower back, holding you firmly as he tilted his head the other way, kissing you like he had all the time in the world.

When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing heavier, he rested his forehead against yours, water dripping from his lashes.

“So…” he murmured, voice rough and teasing, “is that a yes?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you pulled him back down into another kiss, deeper this time, fingers threading tightly through his wet hair as the steam thickened around you. Soobin groaned softly into your mouth, the sound low and hungry. His large hands slid down your body, gripping your waist before moving lower to cup your ass, pulling you up against him until your feet barely touched the floor.

The kiss turned filthy fast.

Tongues sliding, lips wet and eager, breaths mixing with the hot water pouring over you. Soobin walked you back until your shoulders hit the tiled wall again, his tall frame completely caging you in. One of his thighs pressed between your legs again, this time with clear intention, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped when it rubbed lightly against your core.

His large hands roamed slowly down your back, pulling you closer until you could feel him starting to harden against your stomach.

You let out a small, involuntary sound and pressed closer. Soobin’s breath hitched. He broke the kiss just enough to look at you, eyes dark but concerned.

“Baby,” he said quietly, voice serious now. “Are you still achy?” He pressed a warm palm to your belly.

You nodded, fingers still tangled in his wet hair. “It’s fine,” you whispered. “I want it.”

"'Sure, baby?" He asks again.

"Hm." You nod.

The reassurance seemed to flip a switch in your boyfriend.

His hands gripped your waist firmly, and with almost no effort he lifted you slightly, pressing your back against the tiled wall. The movement made you yelp in surprise. He used that moment — while your mouth was open — to kiss you even deeper, tongue stroking yours with slow, filthy intent.

You moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he manhandled you exactly how he wanted. He kept you pinned gently against the wall, one hand supporting your thigh while the other cradled the back of your head, angling you perfectly for his kisses.

The steam was getting thicker, the shower box feeling smaller and hotter with every passing second.

Soobin walked you sideways along the wall, still kissing you senseless, until your back met a different section of tile. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“I missed this so much,” he whispered, voice low and earnest. “Sometimes when I’m away… I dream about you all the time.”

He slowly sank down to his knees in front of you, water streaming down his broad shoulders and chest. Even like this — tall frame folded down on the shower floor — he looked devastating. Soobin looked up at you with dark, adoring eyes, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead with one hand.

He leaned in and pressed the softest, most reverent kiss right below your belly button, right over your womb. Then another. And another. His lips were warm, feather-light, almost worshipping as he kissed lower and lower.

You let out a shaky breath, one hand gently resting on his wet hair. The sight of him on his knees, kissing you with such quiet devotion, was making your head spin.

Soobin smiled against your skin, dimples deep even now. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he murmured, voice low and fond. He kissed your lower belly again, slower this time. “You’re all dazed already, baby.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your fingers just tightened slightly in his hair.

He continued his gentle worship, pressing feather-light kisses everywhere — along the crease of your thigh, over your mound, the sensitive skin right above where you needed him most. Every kiss was tender, almost sweet, like he was reminding himself how lucky he was to be here.

Then he carefully lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his broad shoulder, opening you up for him. The new position made you feel exposed, and you instinctively tried to close your legs a little, suddenly shy.

Soobin noticed immediately.

“Hm? Is it okay, baby?” he asked softly, pressing a slow kiss to your inner thigh while looking up at you. Water dripped from his lashes as he waited for your answer. “You’re getting shy on me now?”

You bit your lip, cheeks burning.

He smiled again, that warm, endearing smile that always made your heart flutter, even when he was on his knees between your legs.

“Come on,” he coaxed gently, voice full of affection. “Let me see you.” He turned his head and inhaled softly against your core, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough. “Fuck… you smell so good. Missed you so much.”

You whimpered quietly, thighs trembling. Soobin pressed another feather-light kiss right next to your clit, then looked up at you again with dark, loving eyes.

He adjusted his grip, securing your leg more firmly over his broad shoulder so you were perfectly open for him. Water continued cascading down his back as he looked up at you.

“Hold onto the handle, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing against your folds. “Don’t want you slippin'.”

You reached up with one hand and gripped the shower handle tightly, heart racing. Soobin gave your thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze, then leaned back in.

He started slow.

Extremely slow.

His lips brushed against your outer folds first — soft, warm, almost chaste kisses that made your breath hitch. He kissed you there like he was savoring you, gentle presses of his mouth against your slick, sensitive skin. Then he parted your folds with his tongue in one long, deliberate stroke, tasting you properly from your entrance up to your clit.

A quiet, satisfied hum vibrated against you.

His tongue moved lazily, tracing the shape of your inner lips, licking slowly through your folds with careful, thorough strokes. He took his time exploring every inch of you — gliding over your entrance, circling just below your clit, then dragging back down again in unhurried, sensual movements.

You could feel everything. The way his soft, warm tongue parted your slick folds, the gentle suction of his lips when he kissed your clit, the way his nose brushed against your mound as he buried his face deeper between your thighs.

Soobin groaned softly, the sound deep and genuine. “Missed this so much,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over your entrance before licking back up slowly. “So pretty…, right baby?”

His tongue dipped inside you briefly, tasting deeper, before sliding back up to swirl lazily around your swollen clit. Every movement was deliberate, loving, and maddeningly gentle.

Your grip on the shower handle tightened as your thighs trembled around his shoulders. Soft, breathy moans kept slipping from your lips, growing louder each time his warm tongue dragged slowly through your folds.

Soobin felt you starting to lean more of your weight onto him. He smiled against your pussy, eyes crinkling with affection.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured sweetly, voice vibrating against you.

You couldn’t answer, pleasure was already clouding your mind. Instead, you reached down with your free hand and threaded your fingers through his wet hair, gripping tightly as your hips rolled forward, chasing his mouth.

The sudden tug made Soobin groan. He responded immediately by sucking on your clit a little more firmly, lips wrapping around the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.

A broken whimper escaped you.

He felt your weight dip again as your legs grew weaker. You were completely lost in it — head tilted back against the tile, eyes half-closed, lips parted in silent moans. Soobin noticed how far gone you already were and got a little excited. He pulled back just slightly and blew a cool stream of air directly against your overheated clit.

You yelped in response, hips jerking hard. “Ah—!”

Soobin chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond. He looked up at you through wet lashes, water still running down his face.

“Jagi,” he called gently.

You didn’t look down at him right away, too dazed. So he nipped lightly at your inner thigh, just enough to get your attention.

Your eyes finally fluttered open and met his.

Soobin’s expression softened instantly — eyes full of love and quiet adoration, even while he was on his knees between your legs.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered tenderly. “Slow down for me. You’re shaking too much.”

You pouted, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, bottom lip trembling slightly. You gave him a small, shy nod. You hated when he teased you like this.

Without thinking, you reached down and gently pushed his wet hair back from his forehead, tucking the strands away so you could see his face better. The gesture was so soft and intimate that Soobin’s heart squeezed.

"Stop teasing me," you pouted and whined.

He smiled up at you — slow, fond, and completely smitten. For a moment, everything felt strangely domestic despite the explicit position you were in. Just you and him, water raining down, eyes locked in a quiet, loving stare.

“Thank you,” he murmured sweetly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your thigh. "Love you."

Then he leaned back in, returning to his slow, devoted work with even more care than before — licking long, sensual stripes through your folds, savoring every drop of you like he truly had been dreaming about this.

His tongue moved in slow, luxurious strokes — dragging flat and warm from your entrance all the way up to your clit, parting your slick folds with every pass. The hot water continued falling over his shoulders and back, but he didn’t seem to notice. His only focus was you.

He licked deeper, tongue dipping inside you for a moment before sliding back up to circle your clit with lazy, precise movements. Every so often he would close his lips around the sensitive bud and suck gently — not too hard, just enough to make your hips twitch.

“Bin…” you whimpered when the pleasure suddenly spiked. Your hand left the handle and gripped his shoulder instead, nails digging into his wet skin.

He could feel your thigh trembling on his shoulder and adjusted it slightly higher, opening you up even more for him. The new angle let him press his tongue firmer against your clit, flicking it softly before sucking again.

You moaned louder, legs shaking.

He pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air directly against your overheated pussy. The contrast made you jolt. Again.

“Ah—!” Your grip on his shoulder tightened hard. “Soobin!”

Instead of answering, he nipped gently at your inner thigh, then immediately soothed the spot with a slow, wet kiss. He repeated the pattern — long, slow licks through your dripping folds, gentle suction on your clit, cool bursts of air, and soft nips on your thighs whenever you got too loud or too squirmy.

At one point he pulled your other leg up too, carefully resting it over his shoulder so both of your thighs were draped over him. The position left you almost completely suspended, back pressed against the tile, most of your weight supported by his shoulders and hands. It should’ve felt precarious, but the way he held you made it feel safe.

Soobin groaned deeply when he tasted how much wetter you’d gotten.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured, voice husky. "You like this, don't you, baby?" He confirmed it with a short giggle, only to himself. He licked it all up with broad, hungry strokes of his tongue, making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the shower.

Your back pressed firmer against the cool tiled wall as most of your weight settled onto his shoulders. The tiles were cold against your heated skin — a sharp, sudden wake-up call that made you gasp. At the same time, the angle opened you up so much wider for him.

“—Soobin!” you cursed breathlessly, eyes widening. Your hands scrambled for purchase — one gripping the slippery shower handle tighter, the other slapping against the wet tiles, trying to find something solid to hold onto.

Before you could protest more, he leaned back in and licked a long, broad stripe up your entire pussy — slow and deliberate. The new position made every sensation feel ten times stronger. His tongue dragged heavily over your clit, then dipped down to push inside you, fucking you with lazy, deep strokes while his nose rubbed perfectly against your swollen bud.

The stretch in your thighs, the cold wall on your back, the hot water pouring over both of you, and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely open for him — it was almost too much.

“Oh my god—” you whimpered, half-laughing, half-moaning as your fingers dug harder into the shower handle. Your other hand slid down to grip his wet hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Soobin groaned deeply against you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was clearly enjoying how reactive you were in this position. His hands gripped the underside of your thighs firmly, holding you securely as he devoured you with slow, hungry licks — sucking gently on your clit, then licking broad and flat, then teasing your entrance again.

Then he picked up the pace.

His tongue focused on your clit, dragging the sensitive bundle of nerves from side to side in rapid, firm strokes. The sudden intensity made your whole body jerk.

You squirmed hard, hips twitching as sharp pleasure shot through you. Your hand tightened desperately in his wet hair while the other gripped the shower handle so hard your knuckles turned white.

Soobin didn’t stop. He kept licking you with quick, relentless side-to-side movements, his tongue flat and heavy against your swollen clit. At the same time, the pads of his fingers began gently massaging your entrance, rubbing slow, teasing circles around it, spreading your wetness.

The dual sensation made you twitch violently. Your thighs shook over his shoulders as your body tried to process the overwhelming pleasure.

He pulled back just enough for you to hear his low, vibrating murmur against your pussy, “Just hang on a little bit more, baby…”

The vibration of his voice against your clit made your eyes roll back for a second. Soobin detached for only a moment, breathing heavily against your thigh as he looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Just two, okay baby?” he asked softly, voice hoarse but gentle. “I’ll go slow.”

You barely managed a shaky nod.

He leaned back in, pressing a soft kiss to your clit before pushing one finger inside you. The stretch was familiar — thick and warm. You moaned loudly, walls fluttering around the intrusion. Soobin groaned at the feeling, then slowly worked in a second finger, carefully stretching you open while his tongue returned to your clit.

He started moving both fingers in slow, deep thrusts, curling them gently against that spongy spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit again.

Soobin groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through your core. He could feel how much easier his fingers were sliding in this time — how much more open and relaxed you were compared to last night. The realization made heat flare in the man's stomach.

“Fuck… you’re so much more open today, baby,” he murmured against your pussy, voice thick with satisfaction. “Fuck, I love my life.”

Before you could respond or laugh at his ridiculous comment, he spread his two fingers apart inside you in that slow, deliberate scissoring motion he knew drove you crazy. He stretched you gently, opening you up even more while his tongue kept working your clit in quick, firm strokes.

Your reaction was instant.

“Oh my god— Soob,” you moaned loudly, head falling back against the tile. Your voice echoed in the shower as your hips jerked. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers stretching you was overwhelming.

He kept the same devastating rhythm — deep, scissoring thrusts of his fingers paired with relentless flicks of his tongue. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into broken whimpers as the pleasure built higher and higher.

You started squirming, trying to pull away when it became too intense.

“Oh—” you gasped, one hand pushing weakly at his head while your thighs trembled violently over his shoulders.

Soobin didn’t let you escape.

His strong hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly in place against his mouth. He pulled you even closer, burying his face deeper between your legs as he sucked on your clit with more purpose.

You cried out, back arching hard against the cold tiles.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the shower, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. Your whole body started shaking . The pressure in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

You came hard with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Soobin groaned loudly, happily, and kept licking you through it — slower now, but still greedy, drawing out every last tremble and aftershock.

He held you securely the entire time, supporting your weight as your legs shook violently over his shoulders. Only when your moans turned into soft, overwhelmed whimpers did he finally ease up, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to your sensitive pussy and inner thighs.

You were panting hard, barely able to hold yourself up, one hand still weakly gripping his wet hair.

Soobin looked up at you with dark, satisfied eyes and a soft, loving smile, water still streaming down his face. You stared back down at him, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, chest heaving. Without thinking, you reached down and pushed his wet hair back from his forehead with more force than necessary, fingers gripping the strands tightly. The movement made his head tilt back, exposing the long line of his throat.

Soobin’s eyes fluttered for a second, a low, pleased sound rumbling in his chest. He looked completely blissed out — eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny. He even let out a soft, breathless laugh, looking almost as wrecked as you felt.

You tried to lift your leg off his shoulder, but your thighs were shaking too much. The moment you attempted to move, your muscles gave out, leaving you helplessly trembling against the wall.

“Don’t laugh…” you whined, voice hoarse and cracked from moaning. “Soob—”

But he only grinned wider, looking positively drugged out and proud of himself. His face was completely soaked — water mixed with your release dripping from his chin and lips down onto his chest.

“Oh my god…” you breathed, eyes widening as you finally noticed just how wet his face was. “Is that—?”

Soobin let out another low, delighted laugh, dimples deep and eyes sparkling with pure satisfaction.

“Right, baby?” he said, voice husky and teasing. “I got worried for a second. But I remember you always come this much when I go down on you.”

You let out a embarrassed groan and weakly pushed at his shoulder, but there was no real strength behind it. Your legs were still trembling over his shoulders, completely useless.

Soobin chuckled softly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your mound that made you twitch hard. Then he carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, supporting your weight as he rose from his knees.

He stood up slowly, towering over you again. The moment he was upright, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your body like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you. His skin was hot, flushed from the steam and exertion, and he was still grinning — that big, dopey, uncontrollable smile that showed off his dimples.

“You’re shaking so much,” he murmured, voice hoarse and fond. He held you closer, one arm banded around your waist while the other stroked down your back. “C’mere, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your legs were still unsteady, twitching every few seconds from the aftershocks. Soobin noticed immediately and tightened his hold, practically holding you up as the water continued raining down on both of you.

He couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop touching you. Couldn’t stop kissing you.

He pressed soft kisses to your wet forehead, then your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth — everywhere he could reach. His hands roamed gently over your body, not sexual anymore, just loving and a little possessive, like he needed the constant contact.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he whispered against your hair, still grinning like an idiot. “All twitchy and soft. My favorite version of you.”

You leaned heavily into him, still catching your breath. “You like this too much… I can’t even stand properly because of you.”

“I know, 'm sorry,” he said happily, clearly not sorry at all. “Let me help.”

He kept one arm firmly around your waist and reached for the body wash with the other. He squeezed some into his palm and started washing you — gentle, careful strokes over your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. Every few seconds he’d lean down to kiss wherever he was washing, like he couldn’t help himself.

You leaned into him, still a little dazed, letting the warm water and his touches calm your trembling body.

After a moment, you tilted your head up to look at him, a small, amused tired smile playing on your lips.

“Where the hell did you learn that position?” you asked, voice still slightly hoarse. “The one with both my legs over your shoulders. That was crazy, fuck.”

Soobin paused mid-stroke, then let out a bright, excited laugh, dimples popping out instantly.

“Did you like it?” he asked immediately, eyes sparkling with both pride and nervousness. “I’ve been wanting to try it for a while but I was honestly scared I was going to drop you. I kept thinking ‘don’t let her fall, don’t let her fall’ the whole time.” He grinned sheepishly. “But I did good, right?”

You giggled, hiding your face against his wet chest for a second before looking back up at him.

“Yeah, babe. You did really good,” you reassured him, still smiling. “It felt insane. I felt like I couldn’t even move… but in a really hot way.”

His whole face lit up with pure joy. “Really? I was so focused on not dropping you that I almost forgot to breathe.”

You laughed again, the sound soft and fond. As you kept talking, your hand slid down his chest… and then lower. Your eyebrows raised slightly when you felt just how hard he still was, his cock heavy and flushed against your stomach.

“Jesus, baby…” you said softly, tone laced with worry. You looked up at him with a deep pout, brows furrowed as you gently wrapped your fingers around his hard length. He was achingly stiff, throbbing in your hand, “you’re so hard. Want me to suck you off before we get out?”

Soobin let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering for a second at your touch. For a moment he looked genuinely tempted — his hips twitched forward instinctively — but then he shook his head, biting his lip.

“I’m good,” he murmured, even though his voice was rough with want. He leaned down and kissed you softly. “I mean… I would love that, but I really need to get out of this shower.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes dark and honest.

“I need to fuck you properly soooo bad,” he whispered, voice low. “It's not even funny anymore".

You couldn’t help it — a bright little giggle escaped you. You leaned up and pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to his cheek, right over his dimple. Soobin pouted instantly, lips pushed out in the most dramatic, pitiful way.

“…Baby,” he whined, dragging the word out. "I'm serious."

You laughed harder, the sound echoing in the steamy shower. “Look at you. So desperate.”

“Please,” he begged, voice soft and sweet as he nuzzled into your neck. “Please please please. Just one last time before I have to leave for a week. I’m gonna miss you so much, I need you.”

You kept giggling, thoroughly enjoying how needy he was being. He pulled back just enough to give you the biggest, saddest puppy eyes.

“I’ll get on my knees again if it's needed,” he offered seriously, already starting to lower himself.

You burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to stop him. “Slow down! Oh my god, you’re actually insane.”

Soobin paused mid-crouch, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and a shy, hopeful smile. You cupped his face with both hands, still giggling.

“It’s okay, baby. I want it too,” you reassured him, thumbs brushing his wet cheeks. “You’re just fun to tease.”

He blushed harder, the pink spreading all the way to his ears, but his smile turned knowing and a little shy. He knew exactly what you meant. He liked it when you played with him like this — when you teased him, made him beg, made him wait. And you both knew it.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, eyes sparkling as he straightened up again and pulled you flush against his body.

“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Big tall boyfriend acting all desperate and cute… what’s a girl supposed to do?”

Soobin let out a bright, embarrassed laugh, cheeks still flushed. Then, without warning, he attacked — wrapping both arms around you and peppering your face with rapid, playful kisses and gentle bites.

You squealed and giggled, trying to squirm away as he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and even nibbled softly at your jaw.

You laughed, slapping weakly at his shoulders.

He kept going for a few more seconds, grinning like an idiot the entire time, before finally pulling back. In one smooth motion, he bent down and lifted you into his arms, hands gripping the back of your thighs as he held you up against him.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, still giggling.

“Can we go now?” he asked, suddenly serious, eyes wide and pleading. “Baby, I’m not joking. My dick is turning blue at this point.”

You stared at him for half a second… then burst out laughing so hard you had to hide your face in his neck. Your whole body shook with laughter as you clung to him.

“I’m serious, Y/N!” he whined, though his own shoulders were shaking with quiet laughter.

“Finish showering first,” you told him, still smiling. “Then we can go to bed.”

Soobin let out a long, suffering sigh, but the fond smile never left his face. He leaned in and kissed you once more, slow and sweet this time.

“Two minutes,” he reminded you against your lips, voice playful but soft.

You laughed and nodded, and the two of you actually tried to finish showering. It was mostly successful — he washed your back while you washed his chest, stealing little kisses every few seconds. He kept pulling you close under the spray, humming happily whenever your bodies pressed together. The water eventually started cooling, forcing you both to finally step out.

Soobin turned the shower off and immediately reached for the big fluffy towel hanging nearby. Instead of wrapping it around himself, he opened it and pulled you into it with him, enveloping both of you in the warm fabric.

“You’re going to get us all tangled,” you giggled, trying to push him away half-heartedly.

“That’s the plan,” he grinned, leaning down to steal another kiss. Then another. And another.

You kept laughing as you both tried to dry off, the bathroom filled with the sounds of your giggles and the occasional wet smack of kisses. Soobin was relentless — every time you turned to dry your arms or your hair, he was right there, pressing quick kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the top of your head, your cheek.

After drying off (with many interruptions from Soobin’s wandering hands and kisses), the two of you finally made your way to the bedroom, still completely naked. Neither of you even thought about putting clothes on — it was natural, comfortable, just another quiet part of being together.

You climbed onto the bed first while Soobin stood in the middle of the room, vigorously drying his damp hair with a towel. The morning light coming through the curtains highlighted every line of his tall, broad body. You couldn’t help but admire him for a second before reaching over to your bedside table.

You opened the small drawer and pulled out the last condom from the pack he’d bought last time. Your lips immediately formed a pout.

“That's the last one," you mumbled, holding the foil packet between your fingers.

Soobin paused mid-towel-ruffle and glanced over at you, hair adorably messy.

“Hm?” He looked at the single condom in your hand and let out a soft laugh. “I have more in my wallet if you want. It’s in my bag.”

You shook your head, still pouting a little as you tore the packet open.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll buy more later and leave a pack here.” You reached for your phone on the nightstand. “What was the name of that brand you liked again?”

Soobin tossed the towel onto the chair and walked over to the bed, towel lazily wrapped around his waist and unbothered. He climbed onto the mattress and settled beside you, leaning on one elbow.

“I don’t know… I just get the regular ones,” he said casually, shrugging. “That Durex one. The black box.”

You nodded, typing it into your reminders app. He watched you with a fond smile, one big hand resting on your bare thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles on your skin.

“You don’t have to buy them, you know. I can bring more next time.”

“I want to,” you replied simply, locking your phone and setting it aside.

Soobin’s expression softened instantly. He leaned in and kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “You’re too good to me, baby, you know that?”

"I'm just buying us condoms, Bin. Nothing more." You smiled and turned your head to catch his lips. The kiss was slow and sweet at first, both of you still tasting like toothpaste and warm water. You reached over and placed the condom on the sheets beside you, then gently pushed Soobin back until he was sitting against the headboard.

He let the towel that was loosely hanging around his hips fall away without a second thought. You moved forward and straddled his lap, knees on either side of his thighs.

Soobin’s hands settled on your waist as he kissed you again, deeper this time. He pulled back just enough to press soft kisses along your shoulder, humming happily.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I like it.”

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you placed both hands on his chest and pushed him down until his back hit the mattress. Soobin blinked up at you, a little surprised but clearly intrigued. You shifted higher on his lap, settling comfortably on top of him.

“Want to ride you,” you said simply, looking down at him.

The man's face lit up with the brightest, happiest smile you’d seen all morning. His dimples were deep, eyes sparkling. “Yeah?” he asked, voice warm. “You want to, baby?”

You nodded and reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around him gently. He was already starting to thicken again. You stroked him slowly, lovingly, feeling him grow fully hard in your hand.

Soobin let out a shaky breath, one hand resting on your thigh.

“Goodness. Did I… do something?” he asked, a little confused but smiling. “I feel like I’m being rewarded right now. I must have been a really good person in my past life.”

You let out a soft laugh, still stroking him at a lazy pace.

“You treated me well this morning,” you said gently. “And I’ve been missing you a lot during this promotion particularly. And since you'll be gone for a week again… I just want to take care of you too.”

His cheeks flushed deeper. The praise clearly hit him hard. He tried to hide his face behind his hands, grinning so wide it looked like it hurt, but you could still see the tips of his ears turning red.

“Jagi,” he mumbled, voice shy but delighted.

You kept stroking him slowly, thumb brushing over the head every time you reached the top. A bead of precum leaked out, making your movements smoother. His cock twitched hard in your hand.

You leaned down and kissed his chest again, then his collarbone.

“Move to the middle of the bed for me?” you asked softly.

Soobin didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his long arms around your waist and sat up slightly, holding you securely against him as he shifted both of you toward the center of the mattress. Once he was lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed, he pulled you back on top of him, hands resting on your hips.

You leaned down and kissed him properly, tongues brushing lazily as your hand continued working his cock between your bodies. Soobin hummed into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed on your hip, gently squeezing.

Every few seconds he’d lift his hips into your fist, chasing the feeling, but he never rushed you. He just kissed you like he couldn’t get enough — soft, warm, and a little needy.

You broke the kiss for a moment, lips brushing as you spoke. “You’re so hard again already,” you murmured, stroking him with slow, firm movements.

Soobin let out a quiet laugh, a little embarrassed.

“Can you blame me?” he whispered, tilting his head up to kiss you again. “My girlfriend is on top of me, naked, saying sweet things… I’m just a simple man, jagi.”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him deeper, your hand never stopping its slow, loving strokes. Soobin groaned softly into the kiss, hips lifting again to meet your fist as his fingers flexed on your skin.

You kept stroking him slowly as you kissed him, but soon your lips started traveling.

You moved from his mouth to his jaw, then down to his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the flushed skin. Soobin tilted his head back with a shaky breath, giving you more room. You continued lower — kissing his collarbones, then his chest, taking your time to press your lips against his warm skin, occasionally letting your tongue taste him.

Lower and lower.

You kissed down his stomach, feeling his abs tense under your mouth. Soobin’s breathing was getting heavier, one hand gently resting on the back of your head.

Then you reached his cock.

You started with feather-light kisses along the side of his shaft — slow, reverent presses of your lips from the base all the way up to the flushed, leaking tip. Soobin’s cock twitched hard against your mouth with every kiss.

“Oh—,” he whimpered, sitting up slightly on his elbows to look down at you. His voice was already wrecked. “I thought— I thought you were just gonna ride me… shit—”

You didn’t answer. You simply kissed the underside of his cock, right along a thick vein, then moved back up and kissed the head, lips brushing against the sensitive slit where precum was steadily leaking.

Soobin let out a broken moan, one hand flying to your hair.

You took your time with him — soft, slow kisses all over his cock, sometimes dragging your lips along the length, sometimes pressing open-mouthed kisses to the head. You licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him, before finally wrapping your lips around the head.

“Baby— oh my god,” he gasped, fingers tightening in your hair.

You sank down slowly, taking as much of him as you could. He was thick and heavy on your tongue, the head nudging against the roof of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. You bobbed your head gently at first, sucking softly while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Soobin was losing it.

“Fuck… fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice cracking.

You took him deeper, relaxing your throat as you worked him with slow, wet strokes. Every time you pulled back, you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, licking up the precum that kept leaking for you. Then you’d sink back down, taking him as far as you could until your nose brushed against his pelvis.

Soobin’s hips twitched, but he tried his best to stay still, panting heavily.

You pulled off his cock with a soft pop and went back to teasing him. You pressed feather-light kisses all along his throbbing length, from base to tip, sometimes just brushing your lips against him, sometimes dragging them so slowly it made his hips twitch. His cock jerked against your mouth.

The moment he thrust up involuntarily, you wrapped your hand around him again, stroking him with slow, firm twists. You looked up at him with a fond smile.

Soobin’s brows were furrowed tightly, eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds like he was trying to keep control. When he finally opened them again, they were glassy and desperate.

You crawled up his body and kissed him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, the sound raw and needy, one hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you harder — rougher — tongue sliding against yours with barely any restraint.

You kept stroking him steadily between your bodies, thumb occasionally brushing over his sensitive head. Soobin was falling apart.

“Baby, please—” he whimpered against your lips, voice cracking. His hips kept twitching up into your fist. “Just ride me… please. ’M close already. If you keep doing that I’m gonna blow in your hand, I swear to God, Y/N—”

His eyes were watery, cheeks flushed dark red. You finally let go of his cock. Soobin let out a relieved groan as you straddled him properly, knees on either side of his hips. You pushed gently on his chest until his back hit the mattress again.

He was a mess underneath you — chest heaving, cock red and leaking against his stomach, twitching desperately every few seconds.

You leaned down and kissed him again as you settled on top of him. Soobin kissed you back hungrily, hands gripping your waist. You reached between your bodies and guided his cock so it nestled between your folds, then started grinding slowly along his length, coating him with your wetness and vice-versa.

You rocked your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit against the underside of his cock while the head nudged against your entrance with every movement.

Soobin groaned into your mouth, hips instinctively trying to thrust up.

You pressed down on his chest, keeping him pinned.

“Don’t move, Bin-ssi,” you whispered against his lips.

Soobin let out the most pathetic, beautiful whine you’d ever heard from him. His head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he fought every instinct to thrust up into you.

“Oh c'mon…” he whined again, voice hoarse and trembling. “Y/N, I’ve been hard for so long— don't be mean, baby—”

You finally took mercy on him.

You reached beside you for the condom, tearing the packet open with your teeth. The sound of the foil ripping made Soobin’s eyes flutter open. He watched you with heavy, glassy eyes as you sat up straighter on his lap.

His cock was flushed a deep, pretty pink all the way from base to tip, glistening with your wetness. His abs were rising and falling quickly with every breath, chest still flushed from earlier.

You tried to roll it on him, but your hands were still a little shaky from earlier. You fumbled for a second, the condom slipping slightly.

Soobin let out a soft, frustrated laugh and sat up on his elbows.

His larger hands covered yours, steadying them as the two of you rolled the condom down his length together. It was such a simple, familiar thing, but the way you both paused for a moment — foreheads almost touching, sharing a quiet little smile — felt incredibly intimate.

Once the condom was on properly, you gently pushed his chest until he laid back down in the middle of the bed again. You gathered your damp hair to one side, letting it fall over your shoulder so you could see better.

Then you rose up on your knees, wrapped your fingers around his now-covered cock, and lined him up with your entrance. The head pressed against your slick folds, hot and heavy.

You took your time — pressing the head against your slick folds, rubbing it up and down a few times to coat him even more before slowly starting to sink down.

You lowered yourself gradually, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. A soft moan left your lips as you sank further down. Soobin’s cock twitched inside you, but he didn’t thrust up. He just breathed heavily through his nose, eyes half-lidded as he watched you take him.

When you finally sat fully on him, taking every inch, you let out a shaky breath. Soobin’s hands trembled on your thighs.

You stayed still for a moment, just feeling him deep inside you, pulsing and hot. Then you leaned down, bracing your hands on his chest, and kissed him softly. Soobin kissed you back like a man starved, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed gripping your hip, still doing his best not to move.

You started riding him properly, hair falling to one side over your shoulder as you braced your hands on the sheets beside his head. A playful, satisfied grin spread across your face as you rolled your hips, taking him in smooth, controlled movements — not sinking all the way down yet, just riding the upper half of his cock while circling your hips.

Your boyfriend looked completely gone.

His head pressed back into the pillow, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and hazy as he watched you move on top of him. Every roll of your hips made his breath hitch.

He strained his neck upward, desperately kissing and biting at your neck and collarbones, sucking lightly on your skin while his hands gripped your hips. He helped guide your movements, lifting some of your weight so you could focus on the rhythm.

“Oh baby,” he praised breathlessly between kisses. “So pretty, so wet— shit, I can feel it dripping down on me.”

You bit your lip, trying to stay focused, but the way he was helping you move, the way he kept twitching and throbbing inside you, made it hard to stay composed.

At one point, you sank down a little deeper and felt him hit a new angle. Your walls throbbed hard around him. You bit your lip to hold back a loud moan, eyes fluttering.

“Oh. Fuck, Bin— how are you getting even deeper like this?” You whispered, voice shaky.

Soobin let out a wrecked sound, fingers digging into your hips as he helped you roll against that same spot again and again. His eyes were completely glued to your face, drunk on the sight of you riding him with that focused, blissed-out expression.

He kept murmuring praises against your neck between kisses and soft bites, voice hoarse.

You leaned down and kissed him deeply, tongues sliding together as you swallowed his moans. Then you pushed firmly on his chest, making him lie all the way back down on the mattress.

Soobin’s eyes darkened as he watched you sit up properly, bracing your hands on his chest. You adjusted your position, sinking down until he was fully buried inside you, then started bouncing on his cock.

Your hips moved with purpose — rising and dropping in a steady, rhythmic bounce, taking him deep every time. The sound of skin meeting skin started filling the room, wet and obscene. Your hair bounced with every movement, falling messily over one shoulder.

Soobin’s hands flew to your hips, gripping hard as his head pressed back into the pillow.

“Shit— baby,” he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “'M so deep— fuck, you’re riding me so good.”

You bit your lip, focusing on the way he stretched you, the way his cock dragged against that perfect spot every time you sank down. You leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, and started bouncing harder, faster, chasing that feeling.

Soobin was losing it underneath you. His abs were tight, thighs flexing every time you dropped down on him. His hands guided your hips, helping you slam down harder while still letting you stay in control.

You braced your hands on his chest for better leverage and really let go — riding him with deep, forceful bounces. The wet slap of your ass meeting his hips grew louder. Every time you sank down fully, you ground your clit against him, making yourself moan.

Soobin’s grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he tried not to thrust up too hard. His eyes were glued to where your bodies connected, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again.

“Baby— slow down a little or I’m not gonna last,” he warned breathlessly, though his hands were still pulling you down harder.

You didn’t listen.

You kept riding him with deep, purposeful rolls of your hips, thighs flexing as you took him all the way every time. The wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with Soobin’s broken moans and heavy breathing. His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching and pulsing with every descent.

Soobin’s head pressed deeper into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried so hard to hold back.

“Fuck— Y/N, I’m really close,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Baby, I can’t— I’m gonna cum if you keep—”

You suddenly lifted yourself off him completely, leaving his cock slapping wetly against his stomach, red and angry, twitching desperately in the open air.

Soobin let out a devastated, broken whine.

“No— no no no, baby please—” His hands flew to your thighs, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hips jerked up uselessly into nothing, searching for friction that wasn’t there. Tears of frustration and overstimulation gathered in his eyes as he looked up at you with pure desperation. “Why would you do that…? I was so fucking close…”

You moved up and sat on his abs instead, feeling how hard and fast his stomach was rising and falling. You leaned down and gently kissed the corners of his eyes, tasting the salty tears that had slipped out.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” you whispered tenderly, stroking his flushed cheek. “But I want you to fuck me from behind. You always go so deep like that… and I know it’s your favorite after I ride you.”

Soobin’s teary eyes widened, the heartbreak on his face instantly shifting into hopeful disbelief.

“Really?” he asked, voice hoarse and almost shaky. “You’re not teasing me again?”

You smiled softly and shook your head, then climbed off him. You moved further up the bed and got on all fours, arching your back nicely as you looked over your shoulder at him.

The second he saw you like that, Soobin lit up like a Christmas tree. His whole face transformed — neglection gone, eyes sparkling, dimples deep, that desperate, lovestruck grin breaking across his face again.

He scrambled up so fast it was almost clumsy, immediately crawling behind you.

“I love you,” he breathed, pressing frantic kisses along your spine and shoulders. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much— Actually, never do that again, I'm serious.”

You giggled. "Sorry, baby, I know. But your face was making me super horny."

"Fuck, you're going to kill me some day."

He was still murmuring it like a prayer between every kiss, hands trembling slightly as he gripped your hips, clearly overwhelmed with relief and excitement. Soobin moved behind you quickly, his large hands gripping your hips with barely contained excitement. He was still breathing hard, cock heavy and flushed as he knelt between your spread thighs.

You arched your back a little more for him, pushing your ass up. Soobin let out a shaky exhale at the sight. “I'm the happiest man on earth,” he whispered, almost reverently. "Even when my girlfriend edges me so hard my balls are going to fall off."

He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and guided the head to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness. You were still dripping from earlier, and the sensation made you both moan softly.

You nodded, pushing back against him slightly.

Soobin pressed forward slowly. The head of his cock pushed past your entrance, stretching you open inch by inch. He groaned deeply as he watched himself disappear inside you, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Shit… so tight,” he breathed. “Even after riding me… you’re still squeezing me so much, baby.”

He kept pushing in slowly, savoring every second until his hips were finally pressed flush against your ass, buried to the hilt. Both of you let out a long, satisfied moan at the same time. The new angle made him hit new places that he wasn't touching before.

Soobin stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands running up and down your back soothingly. Then he started moving.

At first, his thrusts were slow and deep — pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a smooth roll of his hips. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking into you filled the room. Every thrust made your body rock forward slightly, your breasts swaying beneath you.

But it didn’t take long for his desperation to show.

His pace gradually picked up, thrusts growing harder and faster. His hips started snapping against your ass with every stroke, the sound loud and rhythmic. One of his hands slid up your back and gripped your shoulder, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with more force.

He leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he fucked you harder. His other hand reached around to grip your breast, squeezing it as he drove into you with long, powerful strokes. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

You moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his movements. Soobin pressed open-mouthed kisses and soft bites along your shoulder and the back of your neck, panting against your skin.

Soobin’s thrusts grew more erratic, his hips snapping harder against your ass as he chased his pleasure. His breathing was ragged, hot against the back of your neck.

“Baby— fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he groaned, voice strained and desperate. “You feel too good… I can’t—”

You already knew. You could feel it in the way his cock throbbed inside you, in how frantic his rhythm had become. You were also aware you edged this boy to the breaking point today.

Instead of replying, you just pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal hunger. Soobin let out a broken moan and reached around your body, his hand sliding down between your legs. His fingers found your swollen clit instantly.

He rubbed it firmly at first, then used two fingers to gently pull the hood back, exposing the sensitive bundle of nerves completely. The moment he pinched it lightly between his fingers, your whole body jerked.

“Ah—!” you cried out, back arching sharply as intense pleasure shot through you. Your hand flew back, grabbing onto his forearm tightly, nails digging into his skin.

Soobin groaned at your reaction but didn’t stop. He kept rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles while still fucking you deep from behind, his hips never losing their brutal pace. Every thrust pushed you forward, making your breasts bounce as you tried to hold yourself up.

Then he shifted.

With a low grunt, Soobin used his knees to knock your thighs further apart in one smooth, firm motion, forcing your legs wider. The new position made your back arch sharply, pushing your ass higher and spreading you open even more for him.

The change in angle was devastating.

A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as he drove even deeper, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back instantly. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, body trembling violently as he fucked you harder from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with wet, punishing slaps.

You could only moan in response, pushing back onto his cock while your hand stayed locked around his arm, holding on for dear life. Soobin leaned over you more, chest pressed to your back as he continued rubbing and pinching your clit, occasionally slowing down to tease the sensitive nub with slow, torturous strokes before speeding up again.

Your eyes stayed rolled back for a moment, mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you.

The dual sensation — his cock stretching and pounding into you while his skilled fingers worked your clit — was driving you insane. Your thighs were shaking, moans growing louder and more desperate with every thrust.

Soobin pressed a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, breathing heavily.

“You’re gonna cum again for me, baby?” he whispered hotly against your skin, fingers never stopping their relentless movements on your clit. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you do.”

Fuck, he talked so much when he was inside you.

Sometimes it drove you crazy — the constant stream of praise, curses, and desperate little observations. But right now, you didn’t have the strength to tell him to shut up. The heat in your lower belly was building too fast, threatening to explode at any second. Every deep thrust, every circle of his fingers on your clit, every filthy word against your ear was pushing you closer to the edge.

You could only moan and push back against him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

You came hard with a broken cry, body tensing violently around him. Your walls clenched and fluttered wildly around his cock, pulsing in strong waves as pleasure crashed through you. Your thighs shook, back arched deeply, and your hand flew back to grab his wrist, holding his fingers against your clit as you rode out the intense orgasm.

The sudden, powerful squeeze of your pussy around him was too much for Soobin.

“Fuck— baby, I’m cumming—” he groaned, voice cracking.

He buried himself deep inside you and came hard, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom. His cock throbbed rhythmically, pulsing with every spurt while he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, moaning loudly through his release.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint patter of water still running in the background from the forgotten shower. Your body was trembling underneath him, legs shaking as the intensity slowly started to fade. You felt completely spent — mind fuzzy, thighs burning, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Soobin stayed draped over your back, panting harshly against your skin. He was careful not to put all his weight on you, arms braced on either side of your body even as they trembled with exhaustion.

“Fuck… that was crazy,” he breathed out, voice rough and wrecked.

“Yeah… baby, fuck,” you managed to reply, still trying to steady yourself. Your voice came out hoarse and weak.

He let out a tired, breathless laugh and slowly moved the hand that had been rubbing your clit. He slid it up and pressed his palm flat against your lower belly, gently pushing down so you could feel just how deep he still was inside you.

You grimaced at the added pressure, a sharp whine escaping your lips as you swatted weakly at his hand.

“Soobin— stop,” you whined, squirming. “I can already feel you too much…”

He chuckled softly but moved his hand away, kissing your shoulder apologetically. Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes — connected, panting, bodies slick with sweat and water. Soobin pressed soft, lazy kisses along your spine, trying to calm you both down even as his cock continued to twitch inside you.

Then, without warning, he gave one slow, deep upward thrust.

Your walls clenched around him so hard it made him groan. You let out a startled, oversensitive moan, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

“Soobin—” you gasped, voice breaking.

He smiled against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction, even as he fought to stay still again.

After this you could feel yourself getting tighter and tighter around him, almost involuntarily. Even though it was starting to border on painful, there was something undeniably hot about his stamina — the way he was still hard, still buried deep inside you, still desperate for more even after he’d already cum.

Soobin noticed it too. He let out a low, shaky groan, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades as he fought to stay still.

“Babe… please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and needy against your skin. “Just one more? Please, baby. I need to feel you cum around me one more time.”

You gasped sharply at his words, eyes widening. The soft, almost desperate way he called you “babe” while begging made your stomach flip.

“Soobin—” you breathed, voice trembling.

He rocked into you slowly, just shallow little thrusts, like he couldn’t help himself.

“I know you’re sensitive,” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. “But you feel so fucking good right now… so tight. Please, just let me have one more. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Your body betrayed you again — clenching hard around his cock at his plea. You let out a broken whimper, torn between the overwhelming sensitivity and the undeniable heat of his desperation.

He felt it immediately and moaned softly, pressing another kiss to your spine.

He started again to thrust into you — slower, deeper, almost lazy strokes, like he couldn’t bear to pull out yet. The overstimulation hit you instantly.

“Ah— Soobin, wait—” you gasped, body twitching hard as sensitivity overwhelmed you. “Too much— fuck—”

He groaned softly, still rocking into you gently, his cock still twitching inside your sensitive walls.

“I can’t— baby, please,” he begged hoarsely, voice trembling. “Just one more. Please give me one more. I need to feel you cum around me again.” He repeated sickly.

You whimpered, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the sharp edge of overstimulation. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, but Soobin wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you up, still thrusting slowly and deeply, savoring the way you clenched around him.

He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your spine, murmuring praises between heavy breaths. “You’re doing so well… taking me so good even after you came…”

You were a mess — panting, whimpering, tears of pleasure pricking at your eyes as he kept moving inside your oversensitive heat. You thrashed underneath him, overwhelmed and overstimulated, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Soobin— please—” you sobbed, fingers clawing at the sheets.

“I know, I know,” he whispered desperately against your ear, voice strained. He was clearly in pain — his cock was oversensitive after cumming, every thrust costing him, but he was too focused, too greedy to stop. “Just let go for me, baby. I can feel how close you still are. Please cum again. Please.”

He kept grinding into you in those maddening, deep circles, refusing to let up even as your body shook and thrashed beneath him. One of his arms wrapped around your chest, holding you securely while his other hand slid back between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit again.

You cried out, tears flowing freely now as the mix of pain and pleasure became unbearable.

“I can’t— I can’t—” you sobbed.

“You can,” he groaned, voice wrecked but determined. He pinched your clit lightly and rubbed it in tight, fast circles while still grinding deep inside you. “Come on, baby. Let go. Cum for me. I need it. I need to feel you—”

Your whole body seized up.

A third, even stronger orgasm ripped through you, making you scream into the pillow. Your walls clamped down around him so hard it made Soobin choke out a broken moan. He kept moving through it, fucking you through your orgasm even as tears streamed down your face and your body tried to escape the intensity.

Soobin was panting harshly against your neck, almost whimpering from his own overstimulation, but he refused to stop until your orgasm faded.

Only then did he finally slow down, burying himself deep and staying there, both of you shaking and panting.

He pressed soft, apologetic kisses to your shoulder, voice hoarse and full of love.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, still buried inside you. “You did so well. My good girl.”

After this, you couldn’t even blink properly for a couple of minutes.

Your body kept spasming underneath him — little aftershocks running through your limbs as you tried to catch your breath. Your mind felt completely blank, eyes glassy and unfocused, tears still drying on your cheeks.

Soobin finally stilled, breathing hard against your neck. He stayed buried inside you for a few more seconds, then slowly started pulling out. The movement made him hiss sharply through his teeth — he was clearly oversensitive too — while you let out a weak, broken whine at the loss.

“Shh, I know,” he whispered apologetically, voice hoarse.

He carefully peeled the condom off his softening cock, tying it quickly before tossing it into the small trash bin beside the bed. He grabbed the towel that was hanging off the edge of the mattress and wiped himself clean with a few quick strokes, then turned his full attention back to you.

You were lying limp on your stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, body still twitching occasionally. Soobin gently turned you over onto your back, handling you like you were made of glass. Once you were facing him, he hovered over you, brushing damp strands of hair away from your flushed face with worried eyes.

“Baby?” he called softly, voice full of concern. “You okay?”

You could barely respond — your eyes were still glassy, lashes wet, lips slightly parted as you tried to steady your breathing. Another small spasm ran through your thighs and you whimpered quietly.

Soobin’s expression melted with worry and guilt. He lay down beside you and pulled you into his arms, cradling your limp body against his chest. One of his big hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently stroked your hair.

He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I went too hard at the end, didn’t I? You were shaking so much…”

You took a few deep breaths, slowly gathering yourself. Then you pushed back slightly, glaring at him through teary eyes.

“You freak,” you muttered, slapping his chest with a weak but deliberate smack. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, still panting. “I thought I was actually going to die for a second. Oh my God.”

Soobin let out a soft laugh and quickly pulled you into his lap, shifting until his back was resting against the headboard. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, but there was still a hint of amusement in his voice.

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, still catching your breath. “You almost killed me and you’re smiling. Fuck, Bin.”

You did exactly that — a lighter slap on his chest this time. Soobin just grinned, dimples showing.

“It’s not the first time we’ve done that,” he defended himself, rubbing your back. “And you clearly enjoyed it last time too. Was it wrong timing?”

You slapped his chest again, harder this time.

"You should've warned me! And, no, fuck— it was too good."

He laughed, the sound warm and low as he hugged you tighter, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, this time more genuinely. His voice softened. “I got carried away. I didn’t mean to push you that hard.”

You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with your finger.

“I know… I fucking found it hot,” you admitted quietly. “But I also worry about you. You were shaking too, Soob. I don’t want you to hurt yourself just to make me cum.”

Soobin stayed quiet for a second, then smirked against your hair. His voice dropped into a low, shy murmur: “You know I like the pain part…”

You pulled back just enough to look at him. He was blushing, but that mischievous little smile was still there.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Shut up, you’re a pervert,” you mumbled, voice still hoarse and tired as you weakly slapped his chest again.

Soobin only chuckled softly, the sound rumbling warmly through his chest. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer until your bodies were completely tangled together. Your head rested against his collarbone, one of your legs thrown over his thigh, while his large hand stroked slow, soothing patterns up and down your back.

But even as you tried to settle, your body betrayed you. Another strong aftershock ran through you, making your thighs spasm hard against him. Your fingers curled tightly into his skin as you twitched uncontrollably, a soft, broken whimper slipping from your lips. The overstimulation was still lingering, sending little electric jolts through your nervous system every few seconds.

Soobin noticed immediately. He looked down at you with the softest, most adoring expression, his dimples appearing as he tried not to smile too widely.

“You’re still twitching so much,” he whispered, clearly charmed. He gently brushed your messy hair away from your damp forehead. “It’s so cute. I don't want to go to the schedule today.”

You let out an embarrassed groan and hid your face deeper into his neck, but another spasm hit you, making your leg jerk against his thigh. Soobin’s hand moved lower, rubbing comforting circles on your hip, trying to ease the tremors.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “Just let it pass. You did so well for me.”

You stayed like that for a long while — wrapped up in each other, skin still warm and slightly sticky, hearts gradually slowing down. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Soobin kept holding you like you were something precious, one arm securely around your waist while his other hand never stopped its gentle, soothing touches.

Every time your body twitched or trembled, he’d kiss your temple or your shoulder, whispering quiet little praises and reassurances. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and comforting. His fingers eventually found their way into your hair, playing with the strands as he held you.

Neither of you spoke much. The silence was comfortable, filled only with soft breathing and the occasional quiet hum from Soobin whenever you spasmed again and he found it endearing.

He eventually pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before wrapping you up in his arms once more. You melted into him completely, exhaustion and satisfaction weighing heavy on your body.

You stayed curled up against his chest for a long while, both of you quiet and content in the warmth of each other. Eventually, you tilted your head slightly, voice soft and sleepy.

“…Should we order some food before you have to go?” you mumbled, barely lifting your head.

Soobin smiled gently and shook his head, his hand still stroking your back in slow, soothing motions.

“No, baby. Just sleep it off,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll order something later when I’m about to leave. You need to rest.”

You hummed tiredly in response, nuzzling deeper into his chest. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, limbs still occasionally twitching from the intensity of everything that had happened. Soobin pulled the blanket higher over your shoulders, tucking you in securely.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Your breathing grew slower, deeper. Just as you were drifting off, you murmured against his skin, voice barely audible:

“I love you Soob…”

Soobin’s hand paused on your back for a second. He looked down at you with soft, loving eyes, heart squeezing at your sleepy words. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“Love you too, baby,” he whispered, so quietly it was almost just for himself. “I wish I could stay here with you all day.”

He held you a little tighter, rubbing his cheek against your hair as you finally slipped into sleep in his arms. Even after you dozed off, Soobin stayed awake for a while longer, simply watching you breathe, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

He stayed like that — warm, protective, and completely wrapped around you — until he eventually had to force himself to move and get ready for his schedule.

But for now, he let you sleep peacefully against him, savoring every last second he had.

author's note — pretend you dont know me pls. #needthissoobin #respectfully. I'M SO SORRY IF YOU DON'T FUCK WITH SWITCH!SOOBIN BUT THIS IS THE VIBE I WENT FOR OK. i'm also afraid this is too detailed for some so my apologies. #munchsoob #overstim… sorry

tags — @soobhanan

[wonubug]

IN MY MIND ⭑

PAIRING: Choi Soobin x Roommate!Reader

SUMMARY: Text messages between you and your roommate who …? lowkey hates you? Or does he. You’re not too sure.

DISCLAIMERS: strictly smau :P , soobin kinda chud lowk but it’s okay he makes up for it, fluff!!!!!! anddd yeonjun mention bc that’s lowk ur bf but Soz.

💌 mika’s message SOOBIN CAN YOU HEAR ME. txtblr pls im back. ADDRESS ME. LET ME IN. i’ll write more for them. for yeonjun too even. My good friend taehyun too hello. More beomgyu .. more kai.. more soobin… just say the word okay….. i like it here….. i also . OKAY DONT MIND THE FAST ENDING I WAS RUNNING OUT OF SS ROOM I GOT CARRIED AWAY. okay bye.

gorgeous baddies get tagged: @seobmoji @chccnne @endoll @aesprn @wonwounds @seobsongz @xionvlog @kamxstar @mydearandy @alienslostinworld @hardbeingcasual @theosflower @applewormz @kyoluvrs @seomisaho @lilmiyavmiyav @maffyy @aalyluvz @pxronbeat1

[beomiracles]

𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫, 𝖨 𝖦𝖮𝖳 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 수빈

A last minute booking ends you up in an airbnb... already occupied. Thankfully Soobin doesn't mind sharing his holiday with you, the only problem? It's a one bed accommodation.

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

confused airbnb customer!soobin x equally confused!reader (f) 𐔌 🍚 𐦯 explicit content, drinking/acting somewhat under the influence, reader is a perv and soobin is a perv, masturbation (m), unprotected sex + creampie, dry humping, kissing, soft!dom soobin, yearner!soobin. (apologies I have not read this through once... my cramps have made this day hellish)

彡 wc 3.6k

The keys were supposed to be left in the flower pot next to the door. Except you’ve been digging through the dirt for about ten minutes now and there wasn’t as much as a trace of the small piece of metal. Confused, you check your phone once more, re-reading the message sent to you by the airbnb owner. This had to be the right pot, where else could they possibly have put it?

Frustrated and tired, you glance back toward your car. You had come such a long way for this, finding the most beautifully located residence, just by the ocean — excited to spend a couple of nights alone and away from the hectic life you lived. And now you were going to be sleeping in your car? Just because the owner had misplaced something as vital as the keys. 

This was such bullshit. Rubbing the back of your head, your finger hovered above the call button in a last attempt at getting through and at least getting your money back. But before you can actually make the call — the front door swings open. 

Startled, you stumble backward, a surprised yelp getting caught in your throat. Your eyes immediately fall on the broad and — naked, chest in front of you. Skin damp and glistening with remnants of water, a towel hung low on his hips accentuating a sharp v line that undoubtedly lead to something you could only—

“Ahem”, the man clears his throat, causing your attention to snap back up to meet his gaze. His dark hair is still wet and it was obvious that he had just stepped out of the shower, which meant you had just interrupted him with all your cursing and shuffling about on the front porch of his house. 

Wait, what? 

His house? No, this was your house, you were renting it. Then why the hell was there a stranger currently residing in it? The key, he must have it. 

“Can I help you?” He asks, the thick brows on his forehead furrowed into a confused frown. You blink once, then twice — “Uh, yeah. I’m renting this place.” Straightening back up, you try to appear somewhat bigger, which proved futile against his much taller frame. 

The man scoffs, his hand gripping the doorframe as he shakes his head. “I think you have the wrong house, I’m renting this place", he says flatly. 

No, that couldn’t be. You had double checked the dates before getting in the car this morning, then a third time when you stopped for gas. There was no way you were mistaken. You glance to the left, the house number was correct too. This was your place. “Are you sure you’re not in the wrong house?” You ask, folding your arms across your chest as you send him a challenging look. 

The man huffs, but doesn’t appear angry with you — merely amused. “Does it look like I’m in the wrong house?” He wonders as he motions toward his barely dressed body, making you audibly swallow as your gaze drifted lower against your will. 

“You have to be, I’ve rented it from today and until the end of the week”, you state as you fish out your phone to bring forward the booking details. He leans forward, the fresh scent of shampoo filling your nostrils as he peers at your screen — the frown on his face deepening tenfold. “I have it rented until this Thursday”, he mutters, the confusion evident in his voice.

“So what? They double booked us?” Dragging a hand down your face, you stifle a groan. “Fuck, I paid for this shit – do you have any idea how long I’ve been in the car today?” 

The man’s lip twitches at your words. He nods toward the silver BMW parked just in front of your own, “I have a rough idea.” 

Feeling slightly flustered at his obvious remark, you avert your gaze as you clear your throat. Right, of course. Well seems like that was your vacation then. With a defeated sigh your attention returns to the phone in your hand. — “What are you doing?” The man asks, not-so-subtly leaning forward to peek at the screen. 

“I’m looking for a hotel”, you murmur, unable to hide the frustration and exhaustion in your tone as your fingers scroll through the cheapest alternatives. 

“Don’t”, he suddenly says, and you freeze when his large hand wraps around your wrist. Perplexed, you gaze up at him. He wears an almost sheepish expression, quickly releasing his grip on you whilst clearing his throat. “I mean, you’ve already paid for it — it’s only fair you get to stay.” 

“As long as you feel comfortable sharing the space with me that is”, he then quickly adds — a faint hint of a blush creeping onto his smooth cheeks. “Really?” You ask, “That’d be okay with you?” 

The man nods, giving you a small smile as he steps to the side to allow you inside. “I’ll just uh, go put some clothes on”, he shyly murmurs — as if suddenly remembering that he’d opened the door in nothing but a towel. 

Grateful for his offer, you reach for your bag, swinging it over your shoulder. When passing him in the cramped doorway you try your hardest to ignore the way your arm practically brushes against the expanse of his naked chest — pushing down the flutters that arose in your stomach. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound of the lock twisting in place echoing throughout the hallway. 

It was then you realized that you had just agreed to share an airbnb with a complete stranger. 

The man, who you learned was named Soobin, turned out to be a decent guy. It was a little awkward in the beginning, given your tense first interactions with one another. But that quickly subsided and gave way to fun and light hearted conversation. The two of you cooked dinner together, splitting the wine bottle you’d initially brought for yourself. Even then, you came to the conclusion that things were always better shared in good company. 

You find out that Soobin works for a tech company and that he, too, was away on a little getaway vacation. You also learned, much to your contempt, that he was single. Not that it should matter because you probably would never see each other again as soon as this trip came to an end, but it still filled your chest with a sliver of hope. 

As the evening hours passed by in a blur, the sun set outside of your window — and the atmosphere suddenly shifted. Sprawled on each end of the couch, knees almost brushing against one another, the previous laughter slowly simmered down. Up until now the air had been filled with jokes and shared stories of your past. But as the late hour drew in closer, another, more demanding matter called for both of your attention. 

“I can take the couch”, Soobin says. His voice breaks the momentary silence and you turn to look at him. “No, I couldn’t let you do that”, you say whilst shaking your head, “You were here first, all your stuff is in there — I don’t want to mess with anything.” 

Soobin’s tongue prods against the inside of his cheek as he remains silent. There’s a slight flush to his face, the lingering aftermath of the bottle of wine you had both managed to finish. You could still feel the alcohol buzzing through your system, leaving your chest feeling warm and fuzzy. 

Your eyes are glued to him, straying by the white t-shirt he’d thrown on a couple of hours prior. The image of his naked chest is still glued in your mind, and you can’t help but think back to your arrival here. Water droplets clinging to his skin, towel hung low on his hips. — You tried to snap out of it, but looking at Soobin like this, in the soft glow of the footlamp behind him… It was hardly any different. 

His dark eyes find yours — there’s something more than just concern lingering within them. “I want you to have the bed”, he says, and the way he says it, with so much authority… It makes a shiver crawl down your spine. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the weight of the late hour. But something made you feel a strange wave of excitement. 

With a grateful nod you accept his offer, awkwardly standing by the doorway as Soobin grabs a couple of his things to take with him to the couch. He’d asked if you wanted him to change the sheets beforehand, but you had told him not to bother. It already felt like you were taking too much. 

He passed you in the narrow doorway, his chest nearly brushing your own as he glanced down at you. “Goodnight”, he murmurs, not waiting for your response as he hurriedly makes his way toward the couch. 

Once the door to the bedroom is shut, you exhale a sigh you had been holding in. The room is small, yet still fitting a desk and a chair by the window, as well as a small dresser pushed up against one of the walls. The bed itself is queen sized, blanket neatly folded and pillows piled to perfection. But as you slid under the covers it became obvious that someone else had slept here. 

The scent of Soobin’s cologne invades your senses and against your better judgement you roll onto your stomach, pressing your face against the pillow as you inhale. He was everywhere, despite not even being present in the room. You can imagine his naked chest against this same mattress, his tall frame tangled between the sheets. 

The images, while not unpleasant — were still unwelcome. You grimace, feeling like somewhat of a pervert for even having these thoughts about the poor guy in the other room. Is this what he would get for taking you in? A sick freak who fantasizes about him at night. No, you promptly turn over on your back, folding your arms across your chest as you stubbornly wait for sleep to overtake you. 

But sleep never comes. 

Hours pass, the sound of the small clock on your bedside table goes from slightly comforting to daunting. Each tic signaling the slow passing of time. Shifting from left to right, you remain unable to find a comfortable position. You’re just about to give up and go see if Soobin was having the same struggles when a noise from the other side of the door catches your attention. 

The sound is muffled through the wood but it’s loud enough to make you sit up in bed, a frown tugging on your brows. Relief fills you, perhaps he was awake as well. The thought of company puts your restless mind at ease and you eagerly swing your legs over the edge of the mattress. 

Your feet tread lightly on the floorboards, hand hovering above the doorhandle for less than a second before twisting it. The door glides open without as much as a creak and you peer out through the opening. The couch was within sight from where you were currently standing and you expected to find Soobin up scrolling through his phone. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to have one hand down his sweats, jerking himself off vigorously with his head thrown back against the pillow. His shirt has slid up, exposing the tense muscles of his abdomen. One leg sprawled out across the couch, the other one bent as the heel of his foot dug into the cushion. 

Gagged, you watch in silence as the man you had met less than twelve hours prior gets himself off on the couch of your shared airbnb. You realize then that the sound you heard must’ve been a slip of his tongue whilst caught in bliss, and not from being unable to sleep on the uncomfortable couch. 

Torn between right and wrong, desire and reason, you stay by the door. For every second you spent watching him, the guiltier you felt. But the thought of interrupting him was almost twice the task. With a small gulp you attempt to revert back into the safety of the bedroom. Taking a tentative step backward, your foot lands on one of the house’s sweet spots, making it groan under your weight. 

The sound is enough to snap Soobin from his daze, his head jerking in your direction as his hand pulls back from his sweats. His eyes are wide, sweat sticking to his forehead as his chest heaves. For a moment you wondered if the alcohol was playing a trick on you — it hadn’t felt like much when you drank, but you had been wrong before. 

But when Soobin’s hoarse voice breaks the silence, you know that it’s real. “What… What are you doing out here?” He asks, and if it weren’t for how dark the room was, you would have probably been able to catch the flush of his cheeks. 

“I couldn’t sleep”, you reply, taking a hesitant step forward as the moonlight illuminates your silhouette. Soobin nods, his throat bobbing when he swallows. “Me neither…” He says. 

“Yeah, I figured.” 

You don’t know what compelled you to approach him when you should be bidding him goodnight and turning on your heel again. In fact you should try to forget everything you have just seen and go straight to sleep. But your body betrays you and you move forward. 

Soobin watches you, his eyes burning with unmistakable desire that only pushes you further. You stop by the edge of the couch, peering down at him through the darkness of the night. Your gaze drifts to his pushed down sweats, leaving behind a sliver of skin that shone in the moonlight. “Do you want any help?” 

The question was outright uncalled for, and had you not still been affected by the alcohol still running through your veins, the words would have never even left your mouth in the first place. 

You expect him to say no, to demand you leave him alone to wallow in his own shame. But he doesn’t. Instead he nods, the tilt of his head so subtle you barely caught it. “Yeah”, he breathes, hands clenching into fists by his sides as he regards you expectantly. 

Without wasting another second you climb on top of him, straddling his hips as you make yourself comfortable on his lap. It’s impossible to ignore the way he strains against his sweats, his body aching with demand that meets your own and you have to physically restrain yourself from grinding down on him. 

Soobin gazes up at you from where he lays, his dark hair falls like a crown around his head — chest heaving with each breath he takes. Large hands reach for your waist, his grip firm but gentle as he waits for you to act, like he still couldn’t believe this was real. 

Maybe this was a bad idea? You had both been drinking, hell you barely even knew each other. But the persistent throb between your legs clouds your judgement and before you can stop yourself you’re moving on top of him, gasping when his hard cock brushes against your cunt through the thick layers of clothes you both wear. 

“Fuck”, Soobin murmurs under his breath, eyes glued to your figure as he drinks in the sight of you on top of him. 

Your hands reach for his shirt, desperate to see the naked chest you had been picturing in your head for the past day. He goes willingly, letting you pull the cotton from his body as he releases his grip on you for a moment. — Tossing the shirt to the side, your gaze falls on his exposed torso, illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the windows. 

“I want to touch you”, you murmur without slowing the pace of your rocking hips against his. Soobin quickly nods, his lips parted as his hands return to your waist, urging you closer. 

The tip of your fingers brushes over the smooth expanse of his chest, relishing in the way he shudders beneath you. He was perfection, sculpted by something otherworldly just for you. He groans when your nails dig into his skin, back arching off of the couch as he pants. 

Your once slow grinding on top of him had turned almost fervent, the barrier of clothes keeping you from what you really wanted. “Please, more”, you whine as you claw at the muscles adorning his stomach. 

Soobin doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers already hooked around the pajama shorts you had put on as he tugs them down with intent. You help him undress you, the buzz of alcohol crushing any sense of bashfulness at how you looked before him. The air is cold against your naked skin but you barely register it over the heat of his hands on you. 

“You’re beautiful”, he murmurs when you impatiently pull his sweats down his thighs. Your breath stutters at his words, a small smile striking your features as you glance over at him. He’s already watching you, the soft expression he wears making your heart flutter. 

The foreplay would’ve probably been sweet, somewhat desperate, but neither of you seemed to even toy with the idea of waiting as much as a second longer. Your fingers wrap around his cock, marveling at how heavy he feels in your hand as you line him with your aching cunt. You bite back a moan when his tip bumps against your clit, the brief contact sending sparks of electricity through you.

“I can’t wait any longer..” You murmur as you meet his gaze. Soobin makes a noise at the back of his throat, somewhere between a groan and a whine. 

“Then don’t.” 

Your heart thumps at his words, hand gripping him even firmer as you ease yourself down on him, gasping at how good he feels inside of you. Soobin’s hands are back on your waist, like they belonged there. He tugs you down, nestling his cock as deep into your cunt as it would go with one firm thrust. 

His brows furrow with barely controlled restraint as he feels you clench around him. “Fuck, you have to move”, he practically demands — his voice tinged with the same authority it held when he’d instructed you to take the bad rather than the couch. Something about the way he so gently took the lead made you shudder uncontrollably. 

Your hips move against him, basking in the way he fills you up. It was almost too much and your hands brace themselves on his chest when you lean forward. Eyes lingering on his plump lips, slightly parted as his ragged breaths escape them. Somewhere in that moment you realized that you hadn’t even kissed him. 

Without thinking twice you reach for his face, fingers grasping for his chin as you pull him toward you. Soobin doesn’t resist, allowing you to meet him halfway and seal him into a kiss filled with a thousand unspoken words. Feeling him against you like that only amplified the heat between your joint bodies — his cock twitching inside your cunt when you slip your tongue against his. 

He groans into your mouth, large hands traveling under your shirt and up your back as he raises his hips to meet your already frantic movements. “More”, you gasp, fingers digging into the sides of his face. It wasn’t enough, nothing would ever be.  

You bite on to his bottom lip when Soobin’s thumb snakes between your legs, thumb brushing over your clit in tantalizing circles. Your thighs clench, body trembling as you feel your orgasm approach with record speed — something that would probably have embarrassed you any night but tonight. 

“Cum on my cock”, Soobin groans, the hand previously on your back moving down to the curve of your ass, “Please.” The simple yet soft and vulnerable plea rolling off of his lips is enough to make you spiral. Breaking apart from the kiss, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the same scent that had driven you mad only an hour ago. 

Your moan brushes against his skin, cunt clenching vigorously around him when you finish. The pace of your hips stutters and grows jagged, but Soobin is there to catch you — unwavering in the way he caresses you. 

“Perfect”, he murmurs against the side of your face, his own hips thrusting up inside you despite the way your body aches for reprieve. You feel weightless on top of him, barely holding yourself upright as you feel his strong hands all over you. 

His voice is strained when he speaks, the request almost silent on his lips. “Can I..?” 

It takes you a moment to register his question, but when you do you give him a small nod. “Yes, please yes.” 

Soobin’s grip is unyielding from that point, his chest heaving under you he jerks up into your overstimulated cunt. Muttered curses fly under his breath, each one of them making you tingle with want. His pace becomes uncoordinated, cock twitching inside of you as he cums with a breathless groan. 

The warmth of his releases spreads through your stomach, the sensation making you dizzy as you cling on to him. He doesn’t pull out, too tired to even move as his arms wrap around your already limp frame. — Tugging you down on his chest, you listen to the rapid beating of your heart, eyes peering up at his face through your lashes. 

He sends you a small smile, one that makes him look all the more handsome with the dazed expression he wears. The feeling of his palm against your cheek is comforting, and it makes you realize that having someone to share with was far better than being alone. 

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— nudes?! (c.sb) ♡

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of a blowjob, implication of sexy time at the end, soob has a boner, everyone’s horny synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

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soobin is an honest guy, but he'd have to admit that he's been lying to himself a little when it comes to you.

you, his pretty best friend who he's always been able to tell nearly everything to — everything except for the naughty stuff, the kinks and the turn-ons that he keeps firmly clutched to his chest every time you try to teasingly weasel one out of him.

he has no idea how you can be so casual about that stuff with him, tossing out a joke about the last blowjob you gave while he sits red as a tomato at the mere thought, and as a result he's left with the burning question:

why is it only you that makes me feel this way?

but there's no time to think about that right now as he sits on the edge of your bed, waiting expectantly while you pull your phone out of your back pocket.

one of the things you and soobin had first bonded over was your mutual love for anime, so when you’d told him recently that you want to try cosplaying for the first time at this year's comic con, he readily agreed to be the beta viewer for your costume;

you had already taken the test pictures of yourself as yor from spy x family (merely hearing which character it was had him swallowing hard to begin with) and you're ready to sit down and show him when suddenly the stove timer beeps from the kitchen.

"ah right, the ramen. here - you can just look through them all. let me know what you think i should change!"

"alright," he calls after you as you hand him your phone and skip off to the kitchen.

his heart thumps in his chest the second he sees you in costume, scrolling slowly through the pictures you took, fingers hovering over the screen with the guilty temptation of zooming in a little on your peeking cleavage — shaking his head to himself as if to clear the thought away before scrolling on to the next.

but his brows raise subconsciously the longer he swipes as your poses seem to grow more and more.. he gulps.. provocative....

soobin freezes.

he blinks. once, twice- three times-

"f-fuck."

he stares wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the sight in front of him, a sight he never thought he'd ever get to see, his mind going blank as all of his blood rushes immediately straight down to his cock.

your body,

your naked body,

displayed on the screen in his hands.

you had removed the dress with nothing underneath, still clad in the thigh-high leather heels and golden headpiece, his eyes wandering hungrily over your figure despite every moral warning bell in his head telling him to quickly scroll away.

but instead he swipes to the next one, and your tits- god, your tits- he has to stop himself from groaning as the next picture has you leaning forwards, breasts pushed together deliciously as your tongue sneaks out to trace the fake golden dagger in your hand, and soobin's head is reeling.

he shouldn't be looking at his best friend this way, at these pictures that he clearly wasn't meant to see, he knows it, but.. soobin has obviously been lying to himself for more than a little too long as he swipes and swipes, dizzy as he reaches the end and finally forces himself to turn your phone off, gaze trailing down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants.

he doesn't even have time to wonder how to hide it or what he should do when you come back before he's suddenly jumping out of his skin at the sound of your panicked voice as you rush down the hallway, yelling,

"WAIT! SOOBIN, WAIT!"

he's like a deer caught in headlights as you burst back into your room, quickly coming to the accurate conclusion of what happened as he stares up at you with wide, panicked, guilty eyes, posture stiff and face redder than you've ever seen it before.

even if he were to try sputtering through a poorly executed excuse, he can’t; soobin is speechless.

"um....... okay. so, i.. forgot.. that those were in there."

and as if the fact that you're speaking to him suddenly gears his brain back into motion, soobin's mouth becomes a motor as words fly out of it faster than you even have the chance to answer them.

"i-i’m so sorry, oh my god, i shouldn't have looked! i mean- i- ok, fuck i-i looked, i'm so sorry i swear i'll just forget this ever happened and never talk about it again a-and i'm not a pervert i promise and you can even hit me if you want and- uh, w-wait that's not what i mea-"

"soobin."

soobin shuts up.

he swears that you must be able to hear his heart banging against his ribage as his hands grip the material of his sweatpants, leg bouncing nervously, and he swears he's about to explode or cry or both when your eyes trail down to the impossibly large boner that he forgot to try covering.

(he would have failed anyway).

"soobin..."

his eyes snap back up to yours. something in your tone has shifted and he's not sure what, but...

he inhales shakily as you step closer. the look on your face has his cock throbbing in his pants.

"soobin, do you want me to put the costume on?"

"w...w-what?"

you're so close that if you were to take one more step, you'd be standing right between his legs;

"i can put the costume on for you... and then, if you want..."

you lean in close to his ear.

"i'll let you take it off."

soobin is certain in this moment that he must have saved a nation in his past life to be sitting in this situation right now, as the strangled little moan that accidentally escapes past his lips causes your own to curl up into a smile —

it seems to you that you won't have to pine secretly over your best friend any longer as his hand tentatively comes up to caress your hip, and he breathes,

"yes, please."

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Rich Girl Series || Tomorrow x Together

synopsis: rich girls don't date, they simply... indulge

author's note: I was lying by my pool when this idea came to me, so of course I had to make it come true. you can decide if you want to read these as a stand alone or one long entangled story.

sweet escape // soobin

you + me, now wouldn't that be sweet? soobin as your personal chef

buttons // yeonjun

every girl needs a bit of arm candy yeonjun as your personal stylist

glamourous // beomgyu // coming july 1st!

i've got tinted windows and a few bad ideas beomgyu as your chauffeur

summer boy // taehyun // coming july 3rd!

we'll still have the summer after all ;) taehyun as your pool boy

crazy in love // huening kai // coming july 10th!

love makes you do crazy things, like getting a gym membership kai as your personal trainer

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[kamoclub]

OBSESSION NEXT DOOR - ! ⸝⸝ 최수빈

۶ৎ: "you were just so oblivious, weren't you? didn't even realize something was in your cookies... " he huffs out in a pant, pressing a kiss to your lips "I'm so glad I got you as my neighbour, baby..."

⌗ pairing! - pervy neighbour!soobin x fem!reader

⌗ warnings! - smut, dom!soobin, sub!reader, soobin's a perv lol, masturbating, use of aphrodisiacs, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, breeding kink, bulge kink, dirty/sweet talk, breast worship, nipple play, soobin calls reader baby and good girl

⌗ lexi adds! - this was such a delicious request! I absolutely love pervy soobin so this was so fun to write. thank you to anon for requesting! (not proofread!)

feedback and reblogs are appreciated!!

you were looking for a fresh start in a new town, a new area where you would meet new people and new friends. that also meant you would have new neighbors, and oh boy, little did you know the surprise that it would give you. you had absolutely no clue what this new beginning would have in store for you.

the place you were moving into was a slightly spacious yet affordable apartment just for you. the efficient space enough for the small amount of belongings you carried from your car to what seemed to be the living room of your new home.

it had a modern design to it, quiet from the loneliness it had been in from having no owner. you guessed the past owners took good care of it from the substantial condition it was currently in.

when you placed your boxes on the polished wooden floors, a knock is heard on your door, startling you.

quickly, you regain composure and amble to the door. as you open the door, your eyes slowly begin to see the figure that reveals himself once the door is fully open

the tall figure of a man with soft bunny-like features stands lumberingly at your door step, a small container of some sort in his unusually large hands. both of you are silent before he starts speaking with a hint of nervousness evident in his voice. "uh hello... I'm your next-door neighbor and I just made these cookies..." he said, avoiding full eye contact with you, his eyes lingering on anything else in sight. "take them if you'd like." he extends his hands, the cookies inviting as they're each individually wrapped in a cute pink resealable plastic bag to ensure freshness.

hesitantly, you reach for the container, your fingers brushing against his the slightest bit. "thank you... I'll let you know what I think of them."

with a meek and mild nod he made his way back to his apartment. he was right; he was your next-door neighbor, the next door down the hall. before he entered his home he looked back at you, finally able to make eye contact with you, even for a small moment. out of the kindness of his heart, his lips form into a small grin, his dimples now visible to the human eye.

it's an innocent sight, really, so you smile back, heading back into your own home to get yourself situated in the new environment.

you try the cookies once you're done unpacking and surprisingly, they're really good. the sweetness of the still warm chocolate chips compliments the cookie itself that's not too hard and not too soft, the perfect cookie. you make yourself a mental note to thank and compliment him when you see him again.

a few weeks pass by until your next interaction with him. it's the same thing all over again, but this time with more conversation between the two of you.

it was when you were on your way back from work on a gloomy afternoon, the sun not wanting to reveal itself and instead hid somewhere behind the clouds, making the sky dreary and cheerless. your mood was the same as the sky's, exhausted and stressed out from the long day at your workplace. you would be lying if you said the sight of your handsome neighbour didn't brighten your mood.

he was heading out of his apartment and on the way to yours. once again, he had a container of cookies in his hands, the same cute packaging that was the opposite of his appearance. Today he seemed to look even more attractive from the last time you saw him, his hair slicked back probably from running his hands in it so much. the shirt he wore was a navy polo shirt paired with blue jeans. the outfit so simple yet so appealing. you watched his eyes widen when he realizes you're walking up to him.

his demeanour seemed to have switched, a timid look plastered onto his face as you approached him.

"hi, I wanted to thank you for the cookies you gave me the last time we spoke, they were really good..." you speak with a smile, being as friendly as needed to have him soften up from his timorous persona.

"oh right, thank you. I'm glad you liked them," his voice softened at the realization of the compliment, a smile crawling up onto his face. "would you like more?"

you look at the container, the same delicious cookies sat in it waiting for you to take them, how could you say no to him? if anything you're more than happy to have them.

you nod at his question, remembering something. "oh that reminds me, I have the container you gave me last time. I washed it so you don't have to worry about it." you unlock your front door as you speak. "you can come in while I go grab it." you offer and he nods in agreement.

the both of you walk in, him behind you as his eyes dart around your house, examining the small details of your cozy dwelling. the fake plants and flowers that were almost everywhere, small lamps that sat peacefully on their designated spots, or the small cat figures that sat next to the pot with the only real plant in the whole apartment. you seemed like a relaxed human being in his eyes.

while getting the container out of the cabinet you stored it in, he asks you a question. "d-do you mind if I use your bathroom?" you could tell that he hesitated before asking, just the way he spoke displayed the obvious apprehensive character he had.

a small 'mhm' leaves your lips along with the directions of the bathroom, "of course, it's the second door down to the left."

"thank you... " he mumbled softly but not softly to the point where you couldn't hear it. he sauntered his way to the given directions as he disappeared into the hallway, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

after a while, he comes back, seeing you too busy on your phone to notice. you don't look up until he starts speaking, scaring you from the sudden voice. "I'll get going now, thanks again for letting me use your bathroom." his words are followed by a tender smile

you swiftly grab the container, handing it to him. "oh okay have a good day..."

"I forgot to ask your name..." he said, looking at you and expecting an answer.

"it's y/n, my name's y/n"

"I'm soobin. It was nice talking to you again, y/n" he heads to the front door, you follow behind him, not able to fully keep up with his steps and speed because of his long legs. you open the door for him and he steps out, waving politely with the same cute grin.

you wave back and close the door once he's out of sight, turning back to see the new container left on your counter. you'd save those cookies for later.

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after a while, it's dark outside. but not the complete starry sky you'd see at night. it actually wasn't even late, only past 7pm.

this time seemed like a perfect opportunity to finally enjoy the cookies before heading to bed. with that in mind, you made your way back to the kitchen and to the counter. your hands reached out to grab two out of the many cookies.

you began to eat one as you walked back to your room where you would eat and binge watch a show you had been dying to watch all day, excited for the new episode that had just aired.

you situated yourself on your bed and continued to eat, focusing on the show as you chewed happily on the delicious cookies.

after finishing both cookies, you felt as your body became hot, the sensation reaching your core. it was confusing that you were suddenly becoming needy but your hand crept down into your panties. this made you begin to think that maybe it was crazy of you to touch yourself because of nothing, there was no reason you should be doing such vulgar acts.

that was until in the middle of the episode, you hear a groan from the other side of the wall, in soobin's apartment. the groan was followed by more groans and lewd panting. your mind suddenly made the dirty conclusion that he was either having sex or masturbating at the same time as you.

your face heats up at the thought as the sounds continue and you end up listening and touching yourself to his sounds, the show becoming background noise as you continued to rub your clit in fast and rough circles to pleasure yourself.

a loud moan rolls off your tongue accidentally and soobin's noises come to a halt. he probably heard you. you mentally scolded yourself for being so careless of the noises you make, especially the volume of them. you couldn't see it, but you knew that your ears and face were now painted a bright strawberry pink hue from embarrassment.

you removed your hand from your pants but the needy feeling still lingered and you just couldn't get rid of it. it was nearly impossible after you were in the middle of trying to satisfy yourself.

but you tried and tried. tried to keep your hands away from your body. tried to not pay attention to the sounds of soobin that continued, this time they were quieter, but just because he lowered his volume didn't mean the wall was soundproof. you were becoming frustrated by the fact that you couldn't please yourself. you knew that you wouldn't be able to stop once you started. stopping early was probably the best choice, all you had to do was have your brain focus on something else, like your show.

that's what you decided to do. you were almost done with the episode, about ten minutes to the end. you didn't even notice the sweat drops that stuck to your forehead from resisting so much. the lower half of your body squirmed on your bed, you couldn't take it anymore. the feeling of frustration was finally able to overtake your mind and soon all you could think of was soobin and small parts of him that you found attractive; his hands and forearm muscles, how the veins embellished his arms with such beauty, the way his smirk was both cute and hot at the same time, his duality was insane.

with no other choice, you get up from your bed and start making your way to soobin's apartment, only wearing slippers and a short, thin, and threadbare night gown, the one you always seemed to wear to sleep. the breeze of the nightly weather hits your skin, barely covered from the sheer amount of fabric that made the night gown.

you gave his door a light knock, trying not to wake anyone who was potentially sleeping. it took about two minutes for him to open the door. your eyes look at the state of his face. his hair stuck to his forehead just as yours had been and his cheeks were a rosy tint. he wore a plain black tee with gray sweatpants. when you scanned his outfit with your eyes, a small wet spot could be seen from his crotch area.

your face has a surprised look on it from the new discoverment and the shade of soobin's cheeks seems to darken as his hands discreetly move to cover the cause of his embarrassment. "d-do you need something...?" the stutter of his voice backs up the embarrassed look on his face as he avoids eye contact.

it feels like a cat's got your tongue. the heat of your body overtakes you as the only thing you think of is soobin, displayed right in front of you, looking better than ever. lust clouds your brain and eyes, desire badly hidden as you look at soobin, getting closer as your body heat radiates on him.

you speak without thinking, completely oblivious of your words as you blabber out, "I-I need you..."

If soobin's cheeks couldn't blush more they certainly could now. he gazed at the way your thighs rubbed together, your pleading eyes justifying your words. you looked so needy, so submerged in the sensation of desire and it was all shown in your body language. soobin didn't know what to do, you could tell from the way he just stared, the timid expression from when you first met him back on his face and for a good reason. How else was he supposed to react when his pretty neighbor was suggesting something sexual with him?

he loses his train of thought. his pink lips parted as if he were to say something but stopped himself. the longer he took, the needier you grew, you felt your panties dampen more than they already were. before he could even agree, you pushed him and yourself into his apartment, and soobin allowed it. he made sure to close the door behind the both of you and waited for what you'd do next.

he thought you'd say something else or wait for him to get you riled up but instead you kiss him. the kiss is hungry and full of need, soobin could now fully understand the crisis you were really in, how painful it must be not getting the dirty attention you needed.

he pulled away, leaving you to catch your breath as he huffed out lecherously, "my bedroom's the second door to the left, get on the bed. I'll be right there."

hearing his words you didn't hesitate to start making your way to his room, soobin chucked to himself as he watched you speed walk.

when you made it to his room, you hopped on the bed and couldn't help but rub yourself through your panties as you await for soobin, not knowing how much you'd be able to last without getting frustrated or impatient again.

just as you're about to let out a loud whimper, soobin enters, watching the scene in front of him unfold as he sees your eyebrows furrowed and your face contort with pleasure. "you couldn't wait a few seconds, could you? nasty girl..." he walks up to you, getting down to business as he gets on top of you, getting a closer look at your horny expression. "tell me how bad you need me." he demands, placing a fist next to your head while his other hand comes to rest on your hip.

you stopped rubbing yourself to answer the question, knowing not to ignore it. this soobin was different than the soobin you met on your first day in the apartment complex. he was so fierce and demanding now; and you loved it. "p-please... need your cock badly, it hurts being empty..." you confessed, only the truth rolling off your tongue.

he raises an eyebrow in amusement to your response, clearly satisfied by it as you see him holding back a smirk that poked at the corner of his lips. "is that so? I'll have to get you ready for it then, not sure if you'll be able to take me without any prep, hm?" his hand crawls from your hip and to the hem of your night gown, pulling it up above your chest, your pretty lace bra in his view. he swears he could cum just from looking at your breasts. "so pretty..." he mumbles under his breath, his hands working hard to remove your bra and take your nipples between his finger, tweaking and rolling them in a way that had you grind against air. he places a hand on your clothed cunt to stop you, but this only drove you even more insane as you began to grind against his hand. "you're acting like a fucking bitch in heat..."

his remark makes you whine, the needy noise loud enough to echo throughout the room. "I can't take it anymore! please do something...!" your remark only adds more gasoline to the fire as soobin feels himself grow harder by the second.

you gasp as you feel your panties being pulled off, his strong hands removing them with ease. he watches the way your pussy was glistening, and all because of him and what he put in the "innocent" cookies. before anymore could be said, two of his long fingers shoved themselves inside your impatient hole, causing you to shut your eyes and hold in the inappropriate noises that threatened to leave past your lips as he pumped his digits in and out of your hole at a rapid pace, almost too much for you to handle.

you felt a knot reach your stomach as your climax neared. it felt way too fast. this was the fastest you've ever cummed. "a-ah! soobin! g-gonna cum...!" and just before your could release, his fingers removed themselves causing tears to swell in your eyes from the amount of frustration you felt at that moment and you whine in protest.

this adds to soobin's fun, making him laugh and giggle as he watched your face basically plead to him, you didn't have to say it, your face showed it all. "fine... I'll give you what you need. but I don't want you whining when it hurts, got it?" you nod fairly quickly at his words, spreading your legs for him to have better access. he loves how quick you listen to him in your needy state, he feels like he's on top the world having his pretty neighbor in his bed all to himself and no one else.

your eyes lighten up when his finge crawled their way down to the waistband of his sweatpants, finding the loosely tied drawstrings and untying it with ease. you wait with eager as he grabs the base of his dick through his pants before pulling it out of it's confinments. your lips part in shock and you have to stop your jaw from dropping at the sight. his dick is so pretty; the tip is the same strawberry red his cheeks had been when he blushed, the length so long you couldn't believe your eyes, and the girth left you in shock. you regretted not letting soobin prep you because now you knew that the stretch would hurt.

he pulled his shirt off too, his sculpted yet soft abs not matching his cute and innocent face. his forearm muscles flexed as he threw his shirt somewhere on the floor and gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and closer to his dick. you couldn't deny the fearful look on your face as you stared at the monster that hid in soobin's pants the whole while, scared to see if it'll even manage to fit in your hole that hadn't been stretched in a good while.

aligning his dick with your hole, he could already feel the tightness of your pussy as you clenched around nothing, desperate for him. with much effort, he pushed inside, your walls already gushing as they encompass his dick and he enters inch by inch. a soft moans escapes his lips when he feel the way you fit around him. "fuck baby... so. fucking. tight." he punctuates his words with each thrust, filling you to the brim that it made you dizzy.

only a few thrusts in and you're fucked dumb, gripping the duvet sheets under you as you hold it in your fist and holding yourself back from waking up anyone in the building. your sounds are high pitched, full of the lust that holds inside of you as your climax neared once more, this time not holding back. incoherent blabbles leave your mouth and you see a small menacing smirk tug at soobin's lips.

he chuckles, watching your expressions as his cock pushes deeper inside, hitting all the right spots. "already fucked so dumb, aren't you?" he said, putting you in a mating press as his hips sped up, showing no mercy to your spent cunt. "you were just so oblivious, weren't you? didn't even realize something was in your cookies... " he huffs out in a pant, pressing a kiss to your lips "I'm so glad I got you as my neighbour, baby..."

your confused and pleading eyes meet his in a haze as you question him, "w-what did you... do?" you felt as if you could barely breath from how good you felt, this was the best sex you've ever had in your life. soobin only smirks even more at your question, knowing the exact answer to your curiosity.

"you know what I put... why else would you be feeling so needy, hm?"

and then it clicked in your head, the sudden uneasiness you felt in your core wasn't for no reason at all, why would that ever happen? the cookies were filled with aphrodisiacs, and on purpose.soobin knew what he was doing since he laid eyes on you. from that moment, he knew he wanted you, he just didn't know how he'd do it when he was a timid guy who rarely talked to girl, especially pretty girls like you.

it seemed as if soobin sensed your realization, finding it amusing as he watched your eyes shift in emotions. "there you go, finally figured it out... such a good girl..." this is where soobin felt his balls tighten, knowing what was doomed to hapoen.

grunts left his lips like wildfire as he interlocked your hands even tighter, listening as your noises were easier to get out from how sensitive and overstimulated you had come to be. wet lewd sounds are heard loudly from inbetween your legs and soobin watched as his big dick disappeared inside your small tight cunt with each inhumane thrust, looking at the bulge that formed. one of his hands creeps down to press on it, making you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

"I c-can't- soobin! I need to cum...! pleasepleaseplease let me... " your pleading words seemed to have touched his soul in all the right places as he began to slow down a bit, enjoying the last few seconds before his full release. he kissed you again, tongue invading your mouth in a frenzy as you came on his cock, your moan muffled from the kiss as you grip his hands as if to never want to let go.

he followed suit, burying himself inside of you enough to cum inside of your what felt to be your womb. his seed shot out and painted your walls a thick and sticky coat of white. both of you are left panting for air when he pulls away from the kiss. his now sweaty hair is sticking to his forehead from the intense session while he stays like this with you for a small while, admiring the beauty of your face when and after you orgasm. he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have you like this, he felt completely moonstruck, completely crazy.

turning you over and holding you tightly in his arms, his voice is sweet like honey as he spoke softly in your ear.

"I hope you don't mind being mine from now on."

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𖼥ৎ SUMMARY - 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗-𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐… 𖼥ৎ TAGS/ WARNINGS: 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𖼥ৎ NOTES: 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚔 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 (𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝)

𖼥ৎ word count - 𝟽𝟷𝟹 (short asf ;-;)

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“I missed you, mommy,” Soobin purred out, his beady eyes piercing through you as you settled further onto the couch and your sweet boyfriend sat on his knees. Desperate as ever, nestled between your thighs.

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You weren’t new to the distance, especially when hectic schedules caused drifts between you two from time to time, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t miss him equally as much.

Nevertheless, it was three days.

For three days, he had to be away from you, and that was all it took for him to lose himself completely. Almost as if his mind was corrupted with the most licentious urges when your absence was felt, with no way to remedy them.

Not returning to past voice messages where your honeyed tone praised his name. Not phone sex or porn. Not even touching himself to your photos was enough.

He longed for the real thing, wanting nothing else.

Needing nothing else.

So, when he got the message you’d come over after work, his body ignited the second you unlocked the door—along with all his repressed cravings.

You promised you were just as excited to see him, but couldn’t ignore the exhaustion hanging over you the more you inched into his apartment. You were so tired, you couldn’t even make it past the living room, ending with your limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

However, your sweet, sweet boy inched behind you at every turn, now peering up at you like some hungry pup.

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“Missed you so so much,” he sighed, his lips barely skimming your knee as he traced his fingers down your sides.

He held your calf, fighting the urge to dig his nails into the delicate skin as he planted wet kisses along your knee. Warm and shaky breaths fanned against you, sending goosebumps down your spine.

You didn’t have to say a word; not at all surprised by his clinginess, but deeply piqued by his ravenous demeanor. Clad in fragility. 

But the drowsiness left you entirely when he clung to one of your legs, pressing his growing bulge against it. “H-he missed you too-ngh! so fucking m-much…”

His pretty eyes glossed over as he pleaded, hooded lids never fully closing, watching you watch him. He felt himself pulsing at your little reactions, shuddering at every quiet gasp.

He let out a hollow groan as his bruised knees dug further into the carpet, carelessly rocking and bucking his hips.

“Fuck.. It’s been s-so long,” he whimpered, as his chest steadily rose and fell, syncing with yours the more he spurred you on. “Mhn! please..”

Soobin drew in sharp breaths, eyes fluttering shut as he kept the fervent pace. He pumped his aching cock against you, not caring about how humiliating he looked. It was your fault he was such a mess, and he wanted to ensure you knew.

You bent down, cupping his face, feeling his fragile frame quiver to the touch. You pressed your thumb to his plush lips, which he readily took in, sucking and lapping around it. You placed it hard on his tongue, prying his mouth open.

“Tell me what you want, pretty,” you cooed, painting his cheeks hues of crimson.

“Wanna feel good,” he whined, gripping your leg closer as his steady thrust grew more pitiful and coarse. “W-wanna come just like this, mommy.”

The words made you flutter all over, sensing the arousal pooling in your panties. You were nearly as desperate as he was, but at this point, you didn’t care to do anything about it yet, itching to see the extent of his want.

“Yeah? Feel that good humping my leg?” Your lips curved into a smirk, releasing his mouth, the warm spit cooling as you smeared it along his cheek. “Gonna make a mess in your pants f’me, Binnie?”

He nodded vigorously, reaching a hand to tug on your top. “Y-yea, just like this..”

Soobin was overwhelmed, his head buzzing as his whimpers and strained sobs draped you both. He couldn’t control the roll of his hips anymore, feeling the pressure pressing in his abdomen, borderline bringing him over the edge.

“Forgot how g-good this feels…c-can mommy please remind me?”

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