the night you stopped wearing pajamas to sleep, soobin noticed too. you’d brushed it off claiming “it gets way too hot at night,” but even when winter came around, you still wore nothing.
just you in your laced underwear and soobin’s oversized tee. a white lie, you needed the morning sex between you and soobin.
“mmh,” your boyfriend sighed as he slipped under the covers behind you, fingers tracing around your waist and feeling the silk of your lingerie. “just underwear again? it’s pretty cold, baby.” soobin kissed your ear.
you slightly pressed your ass into him, the sudden pause of his movement making you break a smile. “it’s okay, i have you to warm me up.” you turned your head to kiss his chin.
the soft look on his face flickered — he was already slipping into that hazy state between tired and lust. but you didn’t let him win this time.
“i’m going to sleep, baby.” you whispered with an exaggerated yawn, turning away and squeezing his hand resting on your stomach. “goodnight, i love you.”
soobin shifted behind you — you felt it immediately. the strained press of his cock against your ass.
“o-oh,” he stammered quickly, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. soobin knew how tired you were so he didn’t push.
“okay, i love you too. sweet dreams.” a soft kiss landed on your bare shoulder.
when dawn came breaking through the blinds, you were woken up to soobin moving you onto your back. “babyy,” he whimpered.
your eyes fluttered open, barely, and soobin was pressing desperate nips on your lips. “soob? baby, what time is it..?” you muttered.
your eyes were barely opened enough to check the clock — 5:53am — and there was soobin above you with his pupils dilated.
“‘m so fucking horny,” his voice cracked mid-sentence with a whimper, guiding your hand down where his hard cock throbbed.
“can i fuck you? pleaase, ‘need to feel your pretty pussy around me.”
you rubbed your eyes with your other hand, trying to hide a smile. this is exactly what you wanted.
“baby, i thought you said morning sex isn’t worth it..” you bit your lower lip, “because afterwards you fall asleep without remembering anything?”
soobin was a fucking menace during morning sex, but whenever you told him what he did, he could never remember and he’d whine about it for the whole day.
“i don’t care,” soobin whimpered. “you got me horny last night, ‘been holding back not fucking you in your sleep..”
you giggled, knowing he doesn’t even know what he’s saying right now. you reach for him, pulling down his shorts and underwear in one go.
“mmff—!” soobin moaned as his cock snapped against his abdomen, you feeling him and teasing him. “teasing me already?”
you knew he was way too oversized for you, so fucking with no foreplay would be—
he quickly yanked your leg over his shoulder and tugged your underwear to the side before slamming into you without warning.
“ngh! fuck—!” you cried, “soobin!” the sudden deep thrust made you clench around him, your pussy immediately being stretched out to his size.
he was already panting, thrusting in and out of you. soobin’s eyes were closed shut and his fingers were intertwined in yours.
“agh— so tight…! mmm,” his free hand began to pull your shirt up, which left your breasts exposed.
your boobs were bouncing with the unmerciful speed his thrusts were, and soobin had no hesitation to start licking your hard nipples.
“soobin,” you moaned. the bed frame was creaking, banging on the bedroom wall.
he couldn’t stop, and he wouldn’t want to anyways. “fuck—! ‘m gonna come,” soobin cried, his tight grip on your hands. you could feel him pulsing deep inside already — he was close.
“don’t pull out when you come,” you managed to say, feeling yourself at climax as well. “i want you in me.. when you come.”
his breath hitched and his hips slowed. soobin searched your face, “are— are you sure?” he panted, not wanting to force you into doing anything.
a broken whine came out as you clenched around him — slow, deep — just right, milking his precum in slow waves.
“please,” you stammered, hips jerking up instinctively. “‘want you to fill me up, baby,”
he didn’t hesitate. a few more deep and desperate thrusts into you sent you both over — rhythm breaking as soobin finally let go, spilling into you where you felt him everywhere. exactly what you wanted.
he didn’t pull out, not even an inch. just wrapped his arms around you while he buried himself to the hilt again, moaning loudly against your shoulder. “fffuuck—”
your pants seemed to mix together as he flipped onto his back, taking you with him where you were now across his stomach.
“shit,” soobin exhaled shakily, running his fingers through your hair. “we need to start doing this more often.”
“mmm? morning sex?” you giggled and nuzzled closer, enjoying the warmth of his cock still pulsing deep inside you. “or was it the unprotected part?”
“maybe both.” he mumbled, pressing a kiss into your temple, eyes half-lidded and already drifting toward slumber. “worth every second.”
warnings: thigh riding, nipple play, fingering, mirror action, squirting and uhhh praising?? i guess?? [probably missed some]
☁️ ༉‧₊˚. my first hard thought WAHAHA and it's thanks to saej for requesting thigh riding with soobin~ in all honesty i have no idea what abomination i wrote so im sorry if it's not meeting your standards 😓 also i gotta update my txt perm tl so lmk if you wish to be added ^^
Reblogs and feedbacks are always and highly appreciated!
“You can move in whatever way makes you feel good.”
Soobin’s words are whispered right against the torrid skin of your neck. The goosebumps decorating the path his lips had travelled contradicted with the heat surging in your belly. Your back was pressed fully into his chest, his warmth soaking into your spine along with the throbbing press of his hardness.
It could’ve been the alcohol you’ve consumed earlier, but both of you knew you’d be lying. The bottles of soju stayed untouched, beads of condensation trailing down their glass necks. Your cup still sat half-filled on the table, and Soobin’s hadn’t even been raised. You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself to reality, but it was harder to do so with the way Soobin’s muscular thigh was pressed so snugly between your legs, and the friction that came from your hips stuttering forward and back in short, trembling movements was stealing every coherent thought you had left.
How did you end up this way? It only took him one glance at you in his shirt to lose his mind, and though you should be thinking for him, but your sane consciousness was slipping with each passing second and grinding.
Soobin leaned in closer, letting his chin rest against your shoulder. "Let me help you. Move like this."
His large hands gripped your hips and then he was guiding you, helping you move the way he wanted, the way you needed. Every press forward made your thighs tighten, made you chase the friction he offered with quiet desperation. The fabric of your panties had long turned damp, and the way it slid against his sweatpants made the heat between your legs unbearable. Your breath hitched when his palm shifted, sliding upward to cup your breast. He squeezed the soft flesh in his hand, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak through the thin cotton, and the sensation pulled a soft moan from your throat.
"S-Soobin," you gasped out, turning your face to look at him, your eyes pleading for more.
Soobin absolutely devoured your noises, his lips moved over yours with a slow kind of hunger, coaxing rather than claiming but no less consuming. He took it so tortuously and deliciously slow that you whimpered, nipping at his lower lip, desperate for more, desperate for anything.
You could feel his maddening smirk against your lips. His hands ventured under your — his — shirt, and you gasped into his open mouth as his fingers returned to the pebbling skin of your nipples. He pinched the bud, causing you to chase friction down his thigh even more — the drag of his leg against your crotch is unbearable, forcing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
Soobin's throaty chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating into your back and making your skin pebble with a fresh wave of goosebumps. The warmth of him, pressed up behind you was intoxicating in itself, but the sound — it made your knees want to give out. You kept your eyes shut at first, heart hammering insanely in your chest, but when you finally dared to open them, your gaze snagged instantly on the mirror you'd foolishly propped against the wall for aesthetic. The tall body-length frame caught everything clearly.
From the sprawled mess of you against him, your flushed face to the way Soobin’s dark, unfaltering gaze was latched onto yours in the reflection. His mouth curled into a slow, crooked smirk and your entire body tensed.
"You say I'm always whining, but look at you."
The teasing lilt in his voice was too close, breath skating past the sensitive shell of your ear. Your fingers tightened around the back of his neck as your body followed where his hands led, every roll of your hips coaxed by the pressure of his grip. His shirt was draped over your thighs, blocking the view in the mirror, and Soobin clicked his tongue at it like it personally offended him. With one hand, he bunched the fabric into a fist and lifted it, holding it near your mouth until you opened up and bit down.
"Keep it like this. That’s it."
With the fabric now held up, there was no hiding anything. Your entire body was bared to the reflection, every curve, every twitch, every slight shift in expression clear as day. Soobin kissed the shell of your ear. "Do you see it, baby? How beautiful you look like this in my arms."
Despite your lust clouded brain, you could still think coherently enough to worry about your dampness leaking through your panties and coat his pants. Sure enough, when you looked down, you saw the wet darkened patch on his thigh. You would apologize but Soobin looked not even a bit bothered by it. Instead he held you in place by cupping the swell of your underboob, the other hand sliding into your panties.
The moan you let out was borderline sinful when his fingers slid along your folds and down to your core, pressing the pads of his finger but not pushing them in. You clenched around nothing as he repeated the motion, rubbing his fingers and coating them with your arousal all the while stimulating your nipple. You rutted against his hand chasing more friction, strings of whimpers erupting from the back of your throat with every press of his fingers over your clit. The shirt fell from your parted mouth and he swiftly pulled it over your head before throwing it somewhere on the floor.
“Soobin, more—please, baby, I need—” The words crumbled into a low moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, the slick stretch of it making your whole body collapse into his. Your hips lost the will to chase friction, stilling against his thigh as he shifted behind you before slotting you in between him.
“Take them off for me,” he said and you complied, fingers hooking into the waistband of your dampened panties, desperate to tug them off. Once you did he spread your thighs wide apart with his knees, baring your glistening cunt to the mirror.
The sight was so erotic and obscene. You clenched around his still fingers buried inside, the mess between your legs now visible to both of you. Soobin slowly pulled his fingers free, dragging your slick with them, making you whimper. He held them up for you to see — wetness trailing down his knuckles and dripping onto the leather beneath you.
“Relax,” he said, mouth brushing your temple. He kissed you there, a soft press that contrasted everything else about the scene. “I’ve got you.”
By the time his long fingers entered you again, you were malleable. Your back arched prettily as your head fell on his shoulder with soft pants, thighs trembling as you tried to keep them apart. The hand kneading the soft flesh of your breast now gripped your thigh, keeping you open even as instinct tried to make you close up. His fingers moved fast, the drag and push deep and insistent, curling just right to catch every sensitive spot inside you. The squelch of it was loud in your ears, drowned only by your own erratic breaths.
“That’s it,” he murmured when your sounds turned choppy and strained, when your legs twitched and your hips bucked helplessly. “Touch yourself for me, pretty.”
Your trembling hand found your clit and the moment it did, a cry tore from your throat. The pleasure was dizzying, overwhelming, your skin burning and flushed as your body twisted against his. You didn’t even notice how tightly your thighs tried to close again, how Soobin had to hold them open with more pressure this time. Spots danced behind your eyelids and everything felt too hot.
You opened your eyes dazedly when you heard his strained grunt in your ear, locking gaze with him in the mirror. His eyes looked so dark, his whole face flushed and lips slightly parted looking like he was the one getting off. He was panting now, breath stuttering slightly as he pressed closer, letting you feel how hard he was against your lower back, the fabric of his sweats doing little to mask the size or urgency of it. You made a soft, broken sound at the image, at the feel of him so close and yet untouched.
When he added a third finger, your whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a gasp as your hips jolted. The stretch made you cry out at the dizzying swirl of sensation, and your hand flew to his arm, nails biting into his skin as you tried to ground yourself. “W-wait—I’m—”
Your orgasm crashed into you, violent and drawn out, tearing through your core as your body convulsed, the pleasure sharp and wet and never-ending. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the way your hips kept rising off the couch even as he held you down, fingers dragging out every last drop of it until your slick sprayed out of you, making a mess of everything.
You were a heap against his chest when it ended, gasping for air, your entire body weightless and heavy at once. You blinked slowly, dazed, and whimpered at the sight of the wreckage in front of you. The couch, the floor and even some of the drops of your squirt sprayed on the mirror.
He let go of your thigh, his hand now sliding up to hold your jaw. He turned your face toward him gently, thumb brushing your lower lip until you opened your mouth. He brought his soaked fingers to your lips and you sucked them in, the taste of yourself coating your tongue.
“Good girl,” he breathed, and you swore he almost shivered.
Then, his hips rolled against you ever so slightly, enough for you to feel just how hard he still was. He smiled down at you, dimples deep and sweet as he leaned in close, lips ghosting your ear.
husband수빈 ⟡ fem r 1OOO ········· est relationship fluff smut … unprotected sex creampie trying for a baby sweetness breeding kink trad roles
⠀ɑ︭ : my second breeding kink soobin fic... i have no excuses. this hard thought is from @saejinniestar everybody give her a round of applause for this beauty :3
Soobin won’t accept it. He just can’t. When you began trying, he assumed that it would take him… What? A month? To get you pregnant. Well, it’s been more than a month. Six, to be exact. That single red line appears behind his eyelids every time he curls up behind you for bed, taunting him. He feels like even less of a man each time you walk into the bathroom with wary hope in your eyes and then walk out with your shoulders drooping.
No, he certainly can’t handle it at all. A month ago you brought him along to your friend’s baby shower. The sweet pink blush on your cheeks as you tried to smile for her and pretend that she wasn’t living your dream was simply the icing on the cake. He’s been all over you since that day, because suddenly the thought of you with a round belly and the glow of pregnancy around you has become entirely real, and entirely branded into the back of his skull. The baby section in stores and all those clothes, impossibly tiny and precious, have begun to be taunting more than endearing. How cruel. You’ve checked your fertility, and he’s checked his. Perfectly normal. So, why the hell can’t he get you pregnant?
And you wish he didn’t blame himself. You run his hair between your fingers and pepper kisses over his cheeks and tell him that you couldn’t ask for a better partner and future father to your children, but that’s just adding insult to injury. A deeper part of you has already begun to try and make peace with perhaps having to build your family another way, and Soobin’s already tearing himself up.
“You know, I was researching IVF…” you say, words muffled into the blanket he long ago claimed to be his. He’d been at work all day, and it smelt of velvety woods and whisky traces of his cologne. Anything to be closer to him. Especially these days.
Soobin freezes, frowning. “IVF?” A thousand thoughts flash through his head, but he couldn't lie. Each and every one involved pinning you to the bed and filling you up. “Are you serious? You think I can’t get you pregnant?” The first time you’ve had this conversation out loud—addressed the issue. It’s not working. It wasn’t that it was an irrational thing for you to consider—Soobin knows that. It doesn’t help his bruised ego much to hear his wife consider impregnating herself like that because he couldn’t fucking do it the way nature intended for him to do it.
Sighing, you soften your voice and go to lather him in cashmere kisses. “Soobin… I’m just thinki—”
He can’t let you get that thought out. He can’t consider that maybe he can’t get his goddamn wife pregnant. Soobin stops you halfway, his mouth on yours as he gets you ready on the bed with his steady strength, flipping you this way and situating your leg that way. Once he has you how he likes, stuffing a pillow beneath your hips because that’s supposed to help. Soobin can’t help but scoff into your neck. If anything’s going to get you knocked up, it’ll be that he keeps you in this bed, soft and sweet for him as you always are, until you’re full of him. That’s that.
You whisper his name as he slides in with tender reverence. Soobin has always been big, and as much as you’ve adjusted to him over time, your toes still curl each time. It makes no sense—you’re both fertile, he never misses a chance to make love to you at peak ovulation, and he nearly brushes your damn cervix when he’s hilted in you. You should be carrying his baby by now. Something in the look in his eye tells you that you just might be, when he’s done with you.
“Just…” Soobin says with his voice on a leash, opting for languid, pointed thrusts. Sex became a chore there for a minute. Something for a means to an end. But he’s gonna make tender love to you tonight, because that’s what his sweet wife deserves. “Let me do this.”
He knows your body and all its little ticks. He knows that you like it when he points his hips that way, and that you like his hands on the fat of your hips as he takes you. Soobin pulls out all the stops, in fact. He bends you nearly in half, because according to whatever some maternity website told him it’s the best way to ensure his cum takes. You’re making sweet sounds into his neck and he’s losing himself at the desperate thought that after this, some day soon you’ll be under him like this with your belly in the way and begging for him to take care of your hormone-sensitive body.
Soobin’s mind muffles at the thought. The way that you’re looking up at him with glazed eyes and how your heels dig into the dimples at his spine as if even subconsciously you’re begging for him to impregnate you. He chases it until he’s pinning you to the bed and filling you up with a shuddered, husky whimper and a thousand panted ‘I love you’s puffing out into the air between you. Because he can’t handle it; he absolutely cannot wait to have a family with you, and he cannot wait for you to give him such a gift. With you.
The sound of him pulling out of you is a resounding wet pop. The white rivulets of his cum come oozing out after it, warm down your skin.
Soobin would usually go to plug it right back into you with his fingers, but he can’t help watching it for a while as he catches his breaths and presses a warm kiss to your ankle. And he just knows. He just knows that this is it. Heart aching in his chest, he pulls you to his solid chest, feeling the shape of you against him and letting himself appreciate your weight and soft edges. “You don’t need to do anything,” he breathes into your skin. “Let me take care of it, love.”
Sure enough, the next test you take answers with two, indelible red lines. Soobin sure did take care of it, just how you know he’ll take care of you and your family. He couldn’t get his hands off you that night, and as you begin to show with a soft curve to your belly, he’s even worse off, because fuck.
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]
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,
summary: high school days came and gone with soobin managing to stay single the whole 4 years, without lack of trying. his shy personality made it difficult to get past just the friendship stage, but he vowed to find the girl he’s been searching for, and luckily, in sophomore year of college, he found her. you.
warnings: virgin!soobin, soft core, oral (f and m) receiving, afab!reader, dirty talking
early morning on saturdays, his body wrapped with yours was the most peaceful soobin has ever felt in his whole life. he habitually woke up at 7 am every morning while you were the opposite, usually waking at around lunch time.
the two of you have been together for 4 months and although soobin has never had a girlfriend lasting more than a week, he was a natural. you shared the same interests with him so naturally, the both of you relate more than any of your past boyfriends and his respect for you made it feel like a breath of fresh air.
soobin chuckles at himself when he sees the sleeping position you found yourselves in after a night of tossing and turning. you’re laying flat on your back, taking most of the room on his twin size mattress, and he was against the cold wall, an arm lazily holding your body.
you weren’t in a conventionally attractive position, your mouth was hanging open and soft snores escaped from your throat, but soobin has never been more attracted to you than right now.
he leaned down slowly and gave you a sweet kiss on the side of your head, then kisses down to the side of your neck before stopping when he felt you stirring around. “soobie?” you had a raspy morning voice that went straight to his heart, making his chest explode with butterflies.
“yes darling?” “what time is it?” your eyes begin to open and you rub the sleep from them with the back of your fist. “7:30 am.” soobin knew you were going to whine and fall back asleep, but surprisingly he looks down to see a smile on your face, “good morning,” you whisper sweetly and kiss his lips, his lips immediately matching your movements.
“i should wake you up every morning with kisses, you seem so relaxed,” soobin chuckles and moves so he was ontop of your body, kissing you once more. “i just had a really good dream,” you giggle, thinking about the dream that has your face red.
even though you were the one who asked soobin if you two could take the relationship slow, and the furthest you’ve gone was makeout sessions, dreaming about it isn’t illegal.
“mhmm, what was the dream then?” he curiously asks by the way your face was beet red and your eyes gloss over when you disassociate while reliving it. “it’s a secret.” soobin’s eyebrow arches, not wanting to take that as an answer so he holds a hand up, “i will tickle you if you don’t tell me,” the smirk on his face made your eyes widen and you instantly think of a fake dream to save yourself the embarrassment.
“we went to the beach and cuddled on the sand after a picnic, very romantic, so put this away,” you grab the hand that threatened to tickle your sides and soobin puts his hand back up, “i know when you’re lying, your voice gets lower.”
your eyes roll, “so attentive..”
“fine, we were in bed, kissing a lot,” you wanted to keep it as vauge as possible and soobin seemed pleased with this answer. “we always kiss in bed though, i wonder what was different from your dream than reality,” he blushes too, his lips turning into a cute shy pout.
instead of answering, you just kiss him and wrap your arms around his neck to bring his body closer. soobin relaxes in your touch, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth soon and just happy to make your dream come true.
one of your hands reach to the back of his head, your fingers lacing in his soft hair, and with the intensity of the kiss, you pull softly at his roots.
a deep moan escapes from soobin’s mouth at the hair pulling, which the both of you choose to ignore to save from the embarrassment, but you couldn’t help wanting to hear more. it wasn’t the first time either of you made little noises while kissing, but this one was different, it sent a ping straight to your core.
soobin pulls away from the kiss when he feels it was getting too far for him to stop and just leaves a kiss on your forehead before laying next to you on the bed.
the high you felt from his lips was fleeting so you decided to take matters in your own hands and change positions, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Y/N..?” you take a deep breath, knowing you were about to change your relationship with soobin forever, but for the good.
“do you trust me?” soobin just simply nods, the thoughts in his head were jumbled around with fear from a new experience, but he truly did trust you.
he kisses you again with more passion this time while you grab his hands, and place both of them on either side of your hips. he gives them an automatic squeeze, as if it was second nature, and your lips travel down to the side of his neck, leaving sloppy kisses over the skin.
“may i?” soobin had the hem of your shirt in his fingers, slowly beginning to pull it up and you didn’t stop him. he has seen you in just your bra before, on accident, when he walked in the bathroom while you were changing, but your breasts just being out in the open, the tent in his pants couldn’t be ignored.
you begin to slowly grind your hips on the hard bump underneath you and his breath hitches from the movement, “i will take care of you my honey,” you whisper in his ear after pulling away from his neck to slide down.
soobin gulps at your gorgeous boobs that he really wanted to touch and watches you moving down his body, “take off your shirt baby,” you smile up at your handsome boyfriend’s nervous face, but he does as you say.
you are now eye to eye to his hard on in his sweatpants and you look up at him again, “last time, are you sure?” you wanted him to know you’re okay with waiting longer, considering he’s a virgin and all, you can tell the anxiety he’s going through.
instead of answering, soobin grabs the waistband of his sweats and pulls them down with a smirk, “i think this answers it enough,” you giggle at his fully erect dick that was already leaking of precum.
you grip the base and lean in to wrap your lips around the beating red tip after giving it a few pumps with your fist, “f-fuck,” soobin’s voice sounded like honey that sent the familiar ping to your core.
you didn’t give up though, your mouth sinks all the way down until your nose hit his abs. it was no easy feat, soobin’s dick was the biggest you’ve ever had, almost intimidatingly big. your eyes began to water after a few seconds of bobbing your head on him but it was worth it by the sounds coming from his mouth.
soobin grabs the back of your head with a loud groan and carefully bucks into your throat when you hollow your cheeks for him. “this is so much better than my hand baby, fuck.” he was exasperated and ready to cum so you pull away fast. “if you cum, i want it to be by my pussy, not mouth,” you smirk up at the boy who’s hips were still jerking, trying to chase the feeling.
you slide off the sleep shorts you were in and the obvious wet spot on the crouch area made soobin bite his lip, “i didn’t know you could get turned on so easily baby, i wonder what else i have done to turn you on, without knowing.”
your face turned red at his dirty words, this side of soobin is usually hidden and it made you weak at the knees.
“pretty much everything you do turns me on soobie,” you smirk back, carefully wrapping your legs around his waist again, “your dimples when you smile, your kisses, the way you hold me when we’re going to sleep-,” you begin to spill the secrets that you only thought would be heard by yourself, while slowly sliding down on his cock.
considering you haven’t had sex in about a year, and the girth of his dick, your breath hitches from the burning that soon turned into indescribable pleasure.
“-when you’re studying or playing video games, the angry face you make is sexy. the sweatpants you wear to bed, when i can make out your dick line,” you continue while bouncing fast on his cock that was expecting to explode at any minute.
soobin’s head throws itself back from your tightness and grabs your boobs tightly with a low groan. “so pretty much everything i do turns you on?” he blushes, but was enjoying the reassurance of how much you love him.
“yes soobin, everything you do turns me on, i have been wanting to fuck you for so long,” you whimper at the position of his tip hitting directly on your sweet spot, and soobin turns the two of you around with quickness. “i want to look in your eyes while i cum.”
you gulp at the seriousness in his face but just nod, kissing his lips with need when he begins rutting into your pussy as fast as he could. his eyes stare deep in your soul and one of your legs go over his shoulder so he can get a deeper angle. “fuck soobin, i’m going to cum,” your whimpers alone almost made him let it all go right there.
“cum with me my baby,” his heavy breath was near your ear and when it sent chills throughout your entire body. just a few more pumps of him inside of you and the sound of your skin slapping together, you clenched hard, cumming around his dick with a loud whine.
soobin went almost limp while pumping into your sensitive pussy, his breath getting heavier and you knew he was close. “fuuck baby, i love you,” soobin groans loud, cumming deep inside of you with a string of curses.
you blush at his flushed out face that was resting against your neck and his half hard dick still inside. “don’t pass out still inside me,” you giggle and kiss the side of soobin’s sweaty head who was still breath hard. he pulls out slowly and kisses your lips sweetly, “that was so amazing Y/N… we need to do that again.”
you nod and run your fingers through his hair, “we will baby, whenever you want,” you smile brightly then gasp when your legs get spread open, the air hitting your fresh wetness that coated your pussy. “okay, now will do for me,” soobin was already nuzzled inbetween your thighs and you just giggle, not being able to refuse your handsome boy.
afab!reader explicit but no genders directly stated<3
i rly love talking abt them and their head game has that become obvious on this acc yet
yeonjun who wants u to say exactly where u want his mouth, wants u embarrassed and hiding behind ur hands as u tell him u want his tongue on ur cunt, but ah-ah! that won’t do! tell him to his face that u want to cum on those pretty lips ‘til u can’t remember anything except his name and his head between ur thighs<3 spitting on ur pussy lewdly even though ur clearly wet enough but not messy enough to his liking. pulling away w lips glistening in ur essence, his fave lip gloss! :3c
soobin who will never beat his pervert allegations, staring at ur pussy awestruck before he’ll take u apart on his tongue and moan as he licks up everything ur hole offers him >_< his head gets so cloudy, and most times he forgets he’s meant to be actually pleasuring u and not just tasting u on his tongue bc ur his favourite flavour </3
beomgyu who makes out with ur cunt with enough eagerness u would expect him to tire out after a few minutes. alas! u can’t keep a track of the time with how fuzzy he ends up making u from every orgasm he pulls from u bc he just can’t stop making his pretty lover feel good, he doesn’t care abt the ache in his jaw or the headache that starts at the back of his skull from ur grip on his hair and he’ll make it hurt more just to kiss u w ur own arousal pushing from his tongue to urs ^_−☆
tyun giving u head whenever u want it, sitting u on his face always his favourite when u get needy for his mouth. those muscly ass arms wrapped around ur thighs and veiny hands keeping u pinned, pulling u down when u get defiant because smother me, baby. you won’t break me. thumbing over the skin of ur thighs to soothe u, pulling away with a glistening mouth every now and again just to coo how well ur doing for him, pretty baby grinding and fucking into his mouth just like he wants <33
hyuka splaying those pretty fingers over ur tummy, pretty nose bumping into ur clit just right as he practically makes out with ur hole and fucks u w his tongue >\\\< starry eyes staring up at u like ur the loveliest thing he’s ever seen, disheveled and all. loves to hold ur hand too, lets u squeeze as hard as u need as ur head falls back w a lewd whimper. i’ve got you, honey, he’d murmur breathlessly (；ω；)
Wanna kiss their neck so that their pretty lashes flutter and adam’s apple move from swallowing back a groan. Wanna tease with shy touches until their knees buckle from their weight. Tease them even more by backing away acting like they don’t like it, but their hands grab your wrists gently. Same pretty lashes framing the most desperate glossy eyes.
Kiss me. You kiss his collarbone, here? He shakes his head. You plant a kiss under his ear, his head automatically tilting giving you room. Your lips dust over his ear and whisper, here? He shakes his head again, staring deep into your eyes, waiting for you to understand. Then instinctively his lips pout.
Oh. You’re not dumb, you knew what he wanted, you just like to see him beg for it. Once you give in and you both kiss, he’s even more desperate and whiny.
