── .✦ (🥥) who would've thought that a late night tutoring sesson with the schools biggest nerd, soobin, turned into a night even more exciting. turns out, he has an even bigger surprise than his brain.
pairing: big dick virgin!soobin x fem!reader
word count: 4.8k
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you invited him over because you were failing math.
there wasn’t anything romantic or flirtatious about it at first — just a silent cry for help written in red marker across your test papers, the kind of desperate slope only someone like choi soobin could pull you from.
he was quiet in class, but always had the right answers. you’d never seen him speak above a whisper, never seen him look anyone in the eye for more than a second, and yet he always left the lecture room with perfectly annotated notes and the air of someone who carried his self-worth in decimal points and weighted averages.
so you messaged him one night — a simple, “can u tutor me?” — and he agreed with alarming speed.
showed up three days later at your apartment like a boy heading into battle, papers in one hand and a mechanical pencil tucked behind his ear, even though you weren’t going to a classroom.
he barely spoke as he stepped inside, his oversized hoodie swallowing his frame and his backpack clutched so tightly in his hand you worried the strap might snap.
“hi,” he said, voice soft, and then added, “i brought… some topic breakdowns. just what i thought would be most helpful.”
you took the stack of papers from him, letting your fingers brush his as you did — just enough to make him freeze.
“thanks, soobin. you’re a lifesaver.”
“it’s no problem,” he replied, though his voice cracked a little halfway through, and he cleared his throat like it embarrassed him.
he stood awkwardly in the middle of your room until you gestured toward the bed. “we can work there. my desk’s a mess right now.”
he nodded too quickly, walking over with that stiff, careful posture that always made him look like he didn’t know what to do with his limbs.
he perched on the very edge of the mattress, knees pressed together, bag in his lap like a shield.
you were already sprawled out beside him, legs crossed, chin in your hand, flipping lazily through the printouts he brought. he’d highlighted things in different colors — pink for formulas, green for common mistakes, blue for examples — and even used sticky tabs to mark each section.
you smiled a little. “damn. you really prepped for this, huh?”
“i didn’t want to waste your time,” he said, not meeting your eyes. “i mean, you’re busy. i figured i should… y’know. make it count.”
your gaze lingered on his profile for a second — the soft curve of his cheek, the glasses sliding slightly down his nose, the way his lashes caught the light like they didn’t belong on a boy. “you’re cute when you’re nervous,” you said.
his ears flushed pink immediately, and he opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words.
instead, he ducked his head and pulled out a worksheet from his bag, mumbling something about “starting with derivatives.”
for a while, you worked. or at least, you tried to. he was focused, explaining things in his soft, careful voice, gesturing with a pen as he talked.
but the more you listened, the less you heard — your brain slowly replacing the numbers and variables with the warm hum of his voice, the gentle slope of his mouth, the way his fingers tapped the edge of the paper like he needed the rhythm to keep from spiraling.
you weren’t sure when it shifted.
maybe it was when he leaned in to correct your equation, his shoulder brushing yours, and didn’t pull away. maybe it was when your knees touched under the blankets, and neither of you moved. maybe it was the way the air felt heavier now — less like study session, more like waiting for something to happen.
soobin must’ve felt it too. his words started stumbling. he explained one formula three times and still got lost halfway through, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated.
his hand hovered a little too long when he passed you the pen. when your thighs pressed together again, he sucked in a breath and didn’t let it out for four seconds.
you turned slightly to face him, setting your notes aside. the room was quiet now.
just the soft tick of the wall clock and the low buzz of tension coiling between you like a wire being pulled tighter and tighter.
he was looking at your mouth.
you didn’t speak. neither did he. the moment didn’t need narration — it just hung there, charged, inevitable.
and then it snapped.
your lips met his like gravity had pulled them there — sudden, unspoken, too natural to be a mistake. his breath hitched immediately, eyes fluttering shut like a reflex.
he tasted like vanilla and nerves, soft and shaky against your mouth, and when your hand came up to cup his cheek, he made a sound, barely audible, like the beginning of a whimper, and leaned into it like he’d been waiting all night.
you deepened the kiss slowly, letting it unfold, letting him adjust. he responded with this aching softness, fumbling but eager, his fingers curling into the bedsheets like he didn’t trust himself to touch you yet.
he wasn’t practiced, his lips moved like he was still learning. but he kissed you like he meant it. like he felt it.
you pulled back just slightly, breath tangled with his, your foreheads nearly touching.
his eyes stayed shut and he swallowed hard. “is this okay?” he whispered.
you nodded, brushing your thumb over his flushed cheek. “mmhm.”
he opened his eyes then, wide and vulnerable, and you could feel how hard he was trying to stay calm. how the tension in his shoulders hadn’t fully left. like he was waiting for the next step but terrified to ask for it.
but you didn’t rush. you just leaned in again, slower this time, and kissed him like there was nothing else you wanted to do tonight.
and this time, he kissed you back like he believed it.
but the kiss had unraveled something in both him and you.
he was still leaning into you like he hadn’t realized it was over, lips parted, breath catching at the edges, glasses slightly fogged from how close you’d been. you could see the color bleeding up his neck in slow-motion, creeping past his collar like his whole body was flushing from the inside out. he looked dazed. pink. utterly stunned.
you wondered, for a moment, if he’d ever been touched like this before.
but then he blinked, slow and heavy, and something in him cracked open.
he kissed you again, unsure, but full of need. like he’d been holding it back for too long. his hand twitched, then moved up — resting on your waist like he was afraid he’d break something, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt.
you climbed into his lap without thinking. not rushed. not performative. just a natural shift, a quiet surrender to gravity and tension and everything that had been simmering between you all evening.
he made a noise, sharp and startled when your weight settled on him, and his hands flew to your hips like instinct.
you could feel him underneath you already, half-hard and growing fast, and the realization sent a low throb through your stomach.
“fuck,” he whispered before he could stop himself.
you stilled. “hm?”
he looked horrified. “n-no, i mean— i wasn’t— that wasn’t—”
you tilted your head, amusement curling at your lips. “you okay, soobin?”
his throat bobbed. he didn’t answer. just stared at you like you were something holy and terrifying.
then, voice barely a whisper: “i’ve never done this before.”
you blinked. “like… never?”
he shook his head. “n-no. not even close.”
you felt your expression soften, and you leaned in to kiss him again, gentler this time. “you want to stop?”
he hesitated — not with fear, but with something more fragile. like he was trying to trust himself to speak.
“…no. i want to—” he paused, breath shaky. “i want to. just— it’s my first time, not my first time… knowing.”
you blinked again and chuckled slightly. “what?”
he turned bright red. “i… studied.”
you stared.
he flailed. “not in a weird way! i just— i didn’t want to be bad at it. s-so i read stuff. books. forums. diagrams— i even watched videos sometimes but only for like— like educational purposes—”
you blinked again. slowly. “…so you watched porn. like, for science.”
“i wanted to take notes,” he said, sounding genuinely defensive.
you laughed. couldn’t help it. he looked so earnest about it — like he’d genuinely sat down with a browser tab open and a pen in his hand, analyzing thrust angles.
“you’re unreal,” you said softly.
“i just didn’t want to disappoint anyone,” he mumbled, eyes downcast.
you reached down and took his hand, guiding it under your shirt. he froze, mouth open slightly, and his fingertips trembled against the skin of your waist.
“you won’t,” you promised. “you’re already not.”
his breath hitched. he looked up at you like you’d just rewritten the rules of the universe.
you started to grind your hips, slowly, experimentally — not enough to overwhelm, just enough for friction.
just enough for your shorts to tug against his sweats and for the growing heat between you to become unmistakable.
and god, he was big.
you could feel it — not in a vague, flattering way, but in a real, holy-shit-how-are-you-expected-to-fit-inside-me way.
every roll of your hips brought him further into focus, your body reacting before your brain could even catch up. he was so hard already, twitching beneath you, and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet.
“s–shit,” he gasped, eyebrows scrunched. “this— this isn’t in the articles—”
you snorted. “what, grinding?”
“n-no— i mean— yes, but not— not like this—”
you kissed him again, harder this time, swallowing the way his voice caught in his throat. your hands pushed his hoodie up slowly, palms skimming over warm skin, and he shivered when you reached his chest.
he looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. like every second of contact was tripping a wire in his system.
you whispered against his lips, “you’re gonna let me ride you, right?”
his eyes rolled back so fast it was almost funny. “god— y-yeah. anything. anything you want.”
you reached between you, slipping your hand under his waistband — and what you found made your breath stutter.
he was thick. heavy. the kind of size that made your thighs clench just imagining it. no wonder he’d studied. no wonder he was scared.
you looked at him, slightly stunned. “jesus christ, soobin.”
he blinked, confused. “w-what? is it— is it weird? i read that some people have curve—”
you cut him off with a kiss, messy and open-mouthed, and his hands clutched at your waist like he was trying not to fall off the earth.
“it’s big,” you muttered. “like… really fucking big.”
he made a sound you couldn’t describe — somewhere between a choke and a moan.
you stripped slow, teasing, sliding your shirt off and watching his eyes widen as more skin revealed itself.
he stared like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to look. like he wanted to memorize it but felt guilty for trying.
you helped him out of his clothes next, pulling his hoodie over his head and tugging his sweats down far enough for him to spring free.
he gasped when the air hit him. flushed deep pink from tip to base. twitching slightly in time with his heartbeat.
and yeah. huge.
he tried to say something, but it came out garbled. you didn’t let him speak — just kissed him again, sweeter this time, pressing your body against his until he was whining into your mouth.
“lie back,” you whispered, and he did.
you climbed on top of him slowly, positioning yourself, and when the tip nudged against you, both of you gasped.
you took your time, letting him feel every inch of you — the stretch, the slide, the warmth — and his jaw dropped like it was all short-circuiting him.
“ohmygod,” he moaned, hands flying to your thighs. “ohmygod, it’s so warm— it’s— fuck—”
you bottomed out and paused, letting him breathe. he was gripping you like he was afraid he’d float away, eyes glassy, hips twitching up just barely.
“you okay?” you whispered, brushing his sweaty hair from his face.
he nodded, but he looked wrecked already.
“i-it’s so much,” he choked out. “i d-didn’t think it’d feel this good— i thought— i thought i’d last longer—”
you started moving, and he whimpered.
“oh— oh fuck—” he cried, head falling back against the pillow. “you’re s-so— it’s too good— oh god— i’m gonna— i’m—”
you weren’t even bouncing yet. just rolling your hips, slow and deep, letting his cock drag against every inch of your walls. his eyes fluttered, his chest heaved, and he let out a sound that didn’t even sound human.
“such a good boy,” you whispered, to which he moaned in response. the prettiest noises leaving his mouth as you praised him.
he couldn’t stop shaking underneath you. soobin was all heat and trembling muscle, wide eyes flickering open only to shut again in dazed desperation.
his chest heaved with every shallow breath, slick with sweat, lips parted in a silent plea as your hips rolled down again — slow, deliberate, like you were memorizing the way he stretched you open.
his hands had settled at your waist, not gripping, not guiding — just holding, fingers splayed across your skin like he didn’t want to forget the shape of you. like he wasn’t sure this was real.
every time your cunt dragged down his cock, his stomach fluttered, tightening like a wire being wound tighter and tighter with no end in sight.
he was deep. impossibly so. every inch of him filled you, pressed inside with this perfect fullness that made your vision blur. the curve of his cock nudged something devastating with each movement, and yet the stretch never dulled — not even as your walls grew slicker, your legs trembling from the slow pace.
you rode him with patience. not because you needed to go slow — but because he looked so wrecked.
his eyes glassy, his thighs twitching, mouth caught in a half-moan that never made it out. his expression was nothing short of reverent. overwhelmed. ruined.
you leaned over him, skin sliding against his as your hands braced at either side of his chest. the shift made your angle deeper, pulled a broken sound from his throat that made your core throb.
he tried to lift his hips, just a little, just to chase the feeling, but he couldn’t get the rhythm right, too stunned, too overstimulated, too caught up in the sheer reality of you.
the head of his cock dragged against your walls again, and your mouth fell open with a gasp — because he filled every inch, every curve, as if he was shaped for you alone. he was pulsing inside you already, and you hadn’t even given him permission to move yet.
his hands twitched, your body ached for more, and so you let him.
you shifted, just barely — lifting your hips until only the thick head remained inside you, holding there for a breathless second, watching his jaw slacken as if he’d lost something vital — and then you dropped down again, full weight, taking him all the way in one smooth thrust.
his back arched.
the sound that broke from him was nothing short of guttural — low and soft and strangled at the edges, like he didn’t know what to do with the sensation.
“mmh, i-it… it feels so good… don’t stop… please”
his fingers finally tightened on your hips, not hard, just grounding — and you felt him thrust up.
it was shaky. clumsy. but the strength behind it was unmistakable. he met your next roll with a sharp buck of his hips, and it landed deep, sudden, deliciously raw. your breath caught. his face contorted, eyes fluttering closed, lips trembling.
he did it again. and again.
beneath you, soobin moved like he didn’t even know he could. the soft whimpering boy who’d watched porn for research was gone — replaced by something unfiltered, frantic.
he thrust up into you with so much need, so much pure instinct, that you nearly collapsed against his chest.
he was so warm. so deep. every time you sank back down on his cock, it filled you to the hilt. every motion sending waves of heat through your spine, your stomach, your lungs.
you clenched around him without meaning to — too full, too sensitive — and he gasped like he’d been punched, arms tightening around your waist. he sounded like he was breaking. like it was too much.
you rolled your hips down hard, once, and he cried out.
not loud. not dramatic. just this fragile, broken sob of pleasure that slipped out past gritted teeth as he tried to keep fucking you through it. tried to keep his pace even as his body started failing him.
he was close. you could feel it. his whole body trembling beneath you, stomach fluttering, cock twitching deep inside like he was aching to let go.
“w-wait… im gonna cum… p-please… don’t stop…”you ground down harder, deeper, faster — and he fell apart.
his hips jolted once, then twice, then lost all rhythm. his cock pulsed violently inside you, and then you felt it — thick, hot, the warmth of him spilling into you as his body seized and shuddered.
he buried his face in your neck, arms clinging to you like a lifeline, thighs shaking uncontrollably beneath yours as he came.
every pulse of his cock pushed his cum deeper, filled you more, the mess gathering between your thighs like he couldn’t help it.
his breath hitched, his mouth opened against your skin, and then the tiniest sob escaped — cracked and soft and overwhelmed.
he was crying again.
you held him through it, rocking your hips just slightly to ease him through the aftershocks. he twitched inside you, whimpering, helpless beneath the weight of it all. his hands gripped you like you’d disappear.
his cock throbbed inside you, overstimulated and soaked in your slick, and he just kept whimpering.
you pulled back to look at him.
his eyes were glassy, unfocused. his cheeks damp. he looked like he’d been cracked open from the inside out.
you leaned in and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then finally his lips — soft and slow, grounding him.
his voice was barely there. “i— i didn’t mean to—”
you shushed him. “you did perfect.”
his lashes fluttered. his arms loosened. his body finally relaxed beneath you, sinking into the mattress, flushed and tear-streaked and filled to the brim.
he looked at you again, and you held his cheek. “you wanna go again?” you said, brushing your thumb across his face, catching a tear that fell earlier.
he nodded slowly, and he was still inside you when he started to move again.
his cock hadn’t even softened fully—still thick, still flushed a deep pink at the base, still twitching inside you from the overstimulation, but now he was shifting, testing, thinking through the daze. and that was the moment you knew, he wasn’t done.
his breath still caught every time your walls clenched, but he was moving—hips subtly lifting, grinding into you in soft, sticky rolls. the cum from his first release had made everything slick, slippery, messy—your thighs wet, your inner walls coated.
he was still nestled so deep you could feel him twitch against your cervix, and when he pulled back a few inches, a broken gasp slipped from your lips.
he froze, like he didn’t expect that sound. you felt his hands tighten at your waist.
“…i wanna try something,” he whispered.
before you could ask, he pulled out with a soft squelch, and you both moaned at the loss. but he didn’t waste time—didn’t even stop to overthink it—he just reached for you and flipped you, slow but firm, until your cheek was pressed against the pillow and your back arched, hips raised just enough.
you turned to glance over your shoulder, heart thudding.
soobin was flushed all the way down to his chest, hair stuck to his forehead, lips pink and parted—but his eyes had sharpened. still soft. still shy. but there was something new there now.
something focused.
his hand settled on your lower back, then drifted down to your ass, squeezing once like he was testing a theory. when he spoke again, his voice was low. almost dazed. “theoretically… this angle should stimulate the anterior wall more consistently.”
you blinked.
“…are you quoting a textbook right now?”
he pushed back in without warning—one slow, gliding thrust, his cock stretching you open again with a wet slide—and you choked on your own breath.
the stretch burned now, fucked-out and sore, but god, he felt so full. the second his hips pressed flush to yours, you felt your arms go weak.
“yeah,” he whispered. “i read about this. from the back, hips raised… it’s supposed to— oh fuck—”
he started moving before he could finish the sentence.
his thrusts were deeper this time. not rough, not fast—intentional. heavy. every motion angled slightly upward, every roll of his hips hitting that same devastating spot, over and over again.
you realized—somewhere between gasping into the sheets and gripping the pillowcase like it might save you—that he meant to do that.
“feels… right?” he panted, voice breathless. “am i… hitting it right?”
you couldn’t speak. could barely even moan. your body was melting around him, dripping slick and cum with every push, your mind already fraying at the edges from how deep he was.
his cock dragged against your walls with obscene precision—too precise, like he was adjusting his angle mid-thrust to line up with your reactions.
every time your thighs trembled, he leaned in further. every time you gasped, he whispered a frantic, “there—like that?” and did it again.
“fuck,” you managed, voice hoarse. “you— god, you feel so fucking good—”
he moaned behind you, and then his fingers curled around your hips to pull you back onto him harder.
the pace stuttered for a moment, but when he found it again, it was relentless. sloppier now, louder. the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, each thrust jostling you further up the bed.
“read once,” he gasped, “that the g-spot’s like… five centimeters in… angled toward the belly button—f-fuck, wait—”
he adjusted again, slightly upward, and this time you cried out, legs buckling beneath you.
“there,” he whispered. “t-there it is. fuck.”
your entire body clenched. he felt it, gasped again, and leaned over you. now his chest was against your back, his breath warm and fast against your ear, hips still pistoning into you as he pressed you down with the weight of his body.
“you’re so—tight,” he breathed. “s-so warm— i can’t— i c-can’t stop—”
you weren’t stopping him.
your brain had shut off halfway through his nerdy monologue, somewhere between “g-spot location” and “angle of friction”. all you knew now was the way his cock dragged against your walls, the obscene squelch of your mixed arousal leaking down your thighs, the sound of his voice trembling as he kept going, even as his rhythm began to falter.
you could feel him close again. his thrusts started to stutter—less controlled, more desperate.
every breath came out choked. his grip on your hips turned vice-like, and his weight pressed you harder into the mattress.
“g-gonna cum again,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “inside, please, i can’t— i want— fuck, please—”
you let him. you even tightened around him on purpose. and that broke him.
his hips slammed forward one final time—deep and hard, burying himself to the hilt—and then he snapped, groaning into your shoulder as he came again, harder this time.
hot and messy, cock twitching wildly as his cum spilled out in thick spurts, dripping back down your thighs with every shudder.
he didn’t move for a long moment. just panted against your neck, body trembling, arms around you like a blanket.
still buried deep, still twitching from the aftershocks, still too full of sensation to pull out.
you were shaking too. used. sore. stuffed.
he kissed the back of your shoulder, then your spine. slow, reverent.
“…did i do good?” he asked softly, voice hoarse and breathless.
you turned your head enough to look at him.
he was flushed. swollen. smiling—barely.
you cupped his cheek, pulled him down into a kiss, and let him melt into you again.
you didn’t move for a while.
your body felt… gelatinous. boneless. like you’d been poured out, reshaped, and forgotten on warm sheets.
your thighs were trembling, too slick to close properly, your breath still shallow as you stared blankly at the headboard, brain empty except for the faint memory of being absolutely ruined.
and behind you—still pressed close, still inside—you could feel him twitching softly. Soobin’s arm was curled around your waist, his forehead damp against your shoulder, and his chest rose and fell in uneven waves as he tried to catch his breath.
“…i think i broke you,” he whispered.
his voice was so soft, so tentative, that you let out a shaky laugh despite yourself.
“maybe just… a little,” you mumbled, voice hoarse.
he didn’t respond right away. just let out a breath that was almost a whimper, and very slowly, he pulled out.
the sound was obscene—wet and slow and too much. his cum spilled out in thick, creamy rivulets, already smeared down your inner thighs, soaking the backs of your legs and your sheets.
he groaned under his breath the second he saw it, like even looking was too much for his nervous system to handle.
“oh my god,” he said, eyes wide. “i—fuck, i didn’t mean to—there’s just—so much—”
you flopped onto your back with a wince and watched him sit up on shaky legs, completely naked, flushed red from head to toe, hair a mess. his dick was still red and slightly twitching, glistening at the tip from whatever hadn’t managed to stay inside you.
he scrambled for his hoodie, dragging it on clumsily and then half-tripping as he grabbed his backpack off the floor.
“d-don’t move,” he babbled. “i’ve got—uh—one sec—”
you blinked. “soobin… what are you doing.”
he held up a pack of wet wipes.
“…why do you have those?” you asked.
he looked mortified. “i-it’s for glasses! and, um. keyboard dust.”
but he was already kneeling between your legs, gingerly nudging them apart with the back of his hand.
his face flushed impossibly deeper at the sight—your swollen folds, the sheer amount of cum, the fact that he put it there.
you watched his throat bob as he took a breath and started cleaning you.
gently, carefully.
he touched you like you might break, using slow, soothing strokes, barely applying pressure.
when the wipe brushed over your entrance and another trail of cum spilled out, he made a tiny noise in his throat and mumbled, “oh my god—i’m so sorry—”
you couldn’t stop smiling, too wrecked to be shy, too full of affection to care. “you’re apologizing for fucking me now?”
“i-i just—i should’ve warned you. or slowed down. or—” he paused, looking deeply concerned, “—maybe done a few more warmup exercises—”
you reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping the endless spiral of his thoughts. “soobin.”
he froze. eyes wide.
“you were perfect.”
he blinked, like you’d just told him he aced an exam he forgot to study for.
“…r-really?”
“really.” you tugged him closer. “come here.”
he climbed onto the bed clumsily and wrapped his arms around you.
you let your head rest on his shoulder, body melting into the warmth of him as his fingertips gently traced circles over your spine.
he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then, with shaky hesitation, to your lips.
“…you feel okay?” he murmured against your mouth.
“sore,” you admitted. “but in a good way.”
his ears went pink. “i didn’t think it’d… i mean, you were so tight, and i thought—i mean, i calculated it before, but actually being inside—”
you laughed again, too tired to tease him. “soobin.”
he looked at you, dazed and flushed and in love with you, probably.
you kissed him again.
and this time, he smiled against your lips. soft. warm. nerdy.
“…can i write about this in my notes?” he asked suddenly, like he couldn’t help it.
summary: you and your husband soobin have been married for a year, but your desire for each other hasn’t faded. in fact, it’s only grown more intense. from spontaneous office quickies to sensual public encounters, your love is as passionate as it is insatiable.
pairing: husband!soobin x wife fem!reader
genre: smut, pwp, romantic erotica, established marriage au.
warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, oral, creampie, possessive behavior, riding, fingering, married couple dynamics, unrealistic libido (no mention of periods or pregnancy, this is pure fiction, not real-life sex ed) mutual obsession and desperate love vibes.
wc: 3,1k
notes: OMG! i just hit 1700 followers!! when did that even happen??? 🥹 thank you so much for all your love and support, i love you all endlessly 💌 you’re the reason i keep writing. i actually had this fic ready for a while, but i finally gave it a proper read-through so i could post it 🫠 husband!soobin is seriously the best concept ever… and him being a total perv too?? yes please 👅🔥
you never thought marriage would taste this sweet.
a year had passed since the two of you tied the knot, and not a single day had gone by without his hands on your skin, without your lips on his, without your body aching for him. most people said the passion would fade after the honeymoon, that routine would dull the fire, but it only seemed to burn hotter the longer you were together.
you weren’t just lovers. you were addicts. both of you.
it didn’t matter where you were or who was around—when the heat hit, you both found a way to release it. on the elevator to your apartment, pressed against the mirrored wall with soobin's hand covering your mouth to silence your moans. in the restroom of an upscale restaurant, your dress bunched up around your waist, legs trembling as he whispered filth into your ear while fucking you senseless against the sink. on your balcony at night, the wind carrying the scent of sex through the city, your knees bruising against the railing as he held you in place. at the beach, with the tide lapping at your ankles, his fingers inside you under the stars. in the backseat of your car, windows fogged up, your panties hanging from the rearview mirror by the time you were done. and then there was his office.
soobin was the editor-in-chief of one of the most renowned publishing houses in the country. prestigious, respected, calm under pressure. nobody would suspect that the man in that pristine tailored suit spent half of his lunch breaks buried between your thighs.
it always started the same way.
you’d text him something simple—are you free to eat together today?—and he’d reply with a time. never a word more than needed, not over messages. he liked it clean on the outside. so you’d walk into the lobby with your bag in one hand and a shy smile on your lips, nodding politely at the receptionist, who recognized you instantly. she’d give you that usual knowing glance, and you’d just giggle to yourself, acting like you weren’t about to get wrecked on the top floor.
his office was spacious, framed by tall windows and lined with bookshelves. his desk was always organized, the glass surface spotless—until you came in. the second he locked the door behind you, he turned into someone else entirely.
“took you long enough,” he murmured that day, voice thick with restraint as he pulled you in by the wrist.
“you said twelve-thirty,” you teased, your breath catching as he pressed you against the inside of the door, lips brushing your throat. “i’m right on time.”
“mm,” he hummed, dragging your coat from your shoulders with one hand, the other already slipping beneath your skirt. “that’s cute. thinking you get to play innocent.”
you gasped when his fingers met your bare heat, your thighs already sticky, aching, pulsing for him.
“no panties?” he chuckled darkly, dipping a finger between your folds. “what would the board say if they knew their editor’s wife walked into the building dripping like this?”
“they’d say it’s your fault,” you whispered, tilting your head to give him more access, already trembling when he started circling your clit slowly. “you make me like this.”
“that’s right,” he growled.
he dragged you away from the door, lifting you effortlessly onto his desk, scattering a few papers in the process. he shoved your skirt up to your hips, kneeling between your legs without hesitation. the cold glass pressed against your skin, contrasting the warmth of his breath as he kissed your inner thighs, teasing, licking, biting. then his tongue found your center, and you arched your back with a broken moan, one hand flying to grip the edge of the desk while the other threaded through his dark hair.
he always made you feel like this—unraveled, ruined, adored.
his tongue moved with practiced precision, licking you open as if you were his only purpose in life, savoring every twitch of your hips, every breathless cry. when your thighs started shaking, he pulled back just enough to whisper, “come on, baby. give it to me. i want to taste you.”
and you did. hard. moaning his name like a prayer, thighs clamping around his head as you came on his tongue.
he didn’t stop there.
before your body could recover, he stood up and unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements, eyes locked on yours, filled with hunger. his cock was already hard, thick, leaking as he stroked it once, twice, while stepping closer. he didn’t ask. didn’t need to. you were already spreading your legs wider for him.
he slid into you in one smooth, deep thrust, swallowing your gasp with a kiss.
“fuck—” he breathed against your mouth, voice strained. “you’re so tight. always so good for me.”
you clung to him, arms around his neck, nails digging into his back through the fabric of his shirt. he fucked you slowly at first, savoring the way you clenched around him, the way you whimpered every time his hips rolled into yours. but it didn’t stay slow for long.
“you think i don’t know what you do?” he grunted, thrusting harder, faster, his desk creaking beneath the rhythm. “you walk in here all sweet and quiet, but you’re just begging to be used.”
“yes,” you cried, breathless. “yes, soobin—please, harder—”
he gave it to you.
his pace turned punishing, relentless, fucking you into the desk so hard you could barely think. you could hear your slickness every time he drove into you, could feel the tension coiling in your belly all over again, already close to a second climax.
he brought his hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit until your vision blurred, until your moans echoed through the room.
“come for me again,” he ordered, jaw clenched. “want to feel you squeeze me while i fill you up.”
you came again, harder this time, your whole body convulsing around him as you sobbed his name, and seconds later, he buried himself deep and groaned as he spilled inside you, warm and thick, making you gasp at the sensation.
neither of you moved for a while.
his forehead rested against yours, both of you panting, still trembling from the high. he kissed you softly, this time slower, gentler, like the man everyone else knew.
“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered with a smile.
“you started it,” you replied, smiling back.
he chuckled, pulling out with a groan, helping you adjust your clothes before tucking himself back in and fixing his tie like nothing happened.
you straightened your skirt, kissed his cheek, and headed for the door.
“same time tomorrow?” you teased.
his eyes darkened.
“count on it.”
people would say it was just the honeymoon phase. a spark that would eventually die out.
“give it a few months,” they said. “you’ll settle down. you’ll calm down.” but they didn’t know you. they didn’t know soobin.
because a year into your marriage, the fire hadn’t dulled—it had grown. hotter. deeper. more desperate.
you craved him constantly, and he wanted you like he needed you to breathe. it didn’t matter how many times he’d had you the night before—when morning came, his hands were already wandering beneath the sheets. sometimes you barely made it out of bed before he was fucking you into the mattress, your sleepy moans muffled by the pillow as he thrusted into you from behind. and when breakfast was over, when the dishes were still in the sink, he’d pull you onto the kitchen counter and eat you out until your legs went numb, just because he missed the taste.
when you both came home from work, it didn’t matter how exhausted you were—he always kissed you like it was the first time, always touched you like he’d been starving all day. in the shower, you’d grind against each other under the hot water until one of you caved. on the couch after dinner, he’d have you straddling his lap, his hands under your shirt, his cock pressed between your thighs. even when you were both tucked into bed, skin warm and clean, he’d still reach for you in the dark, whispering soft, filthy things against your shoulder until you were whimpering for him again.
sometimes, in the middle of the night, you’d wake up to find his hand already between your legs, his mouth on your chest, his cock hard and ready against your hip.
but nothing compared to how needy he got when you dressed up.
you’d gone to dinner with his parents that evening. the restaurant was elegant, quiet, candle-lit. you wore a dress he hadn’t seen before—tight, black, hugging your body like it was made for you. it stopped just above the knee, a subtle slit climbing up one thigh. you knew the second he saw you walk out of the bedroom that you were in trouble.
he didn’t touch you during dinner. not once. but his eyes never left you. his hand stayed clenched on his thigh under the table, his jaw tense, his smile too tight whenever someone complimented the way you looked.
and the second you stepped out of the restaurant and slid into the backseat of the car, he lost it.
you barely had time to buckle your seatbelt before he reached over and unfastened it again.
“soobin?” you blinked at him, surprised.
he didn’t answer. just climbed over you, slammed the door shut, and pushed you back against the seat, his lips crashing into yours like he’d been holding it in for hours.
“fuck,” he hissed against your mouth, his hands already tugging your dress up your thighs. “you wore this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“i thought it looked pretty,” you breathed, gasping when his fingers found the edge of your panties and yanked them down without hesitation.
“you looked like a fucking dream,” he growled, kissing down your neck, biting your shoulder through the strap of your dress. “do you know how hard it was to sit across from you and pretend i wasn’t dying to fuck you under the table?”
you moaned when his fingers slipped between your legs, already coated in your arousal.
“you’re so wet already,” he muttered, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit. “does dressing like that for me turn you on, baby?”
“yes,” you whimpered. “you looked so good in that suit, hubby. wanted to jump you the whole time.”
he groaned, cock twitching in his slacks at the sound of the word.
“say that again.”
you bit your lip, arching your hips into his hand. “my sexy husband. my baby. always so handsome.”
“fuck, baby, i’m gonna ruin you,” he grunted, already undoing his belt, freeing his cock with a breathless hiss.
he was hard, thick, leaking, and you couldn’t help but reach out and wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly while he growled under his breath.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he rasped, grabbing your wrist and guiding you down onto the seat. “turn around. get on your knees for me.”
you obeyed, heart pounding, body trembling with need. the soft leather dug into your skin as you leaned forward, dress bunched up around your waist, bare for him.
he gripped your hips and shoved into you in one swift, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt and making you cry out.
“god—soobin—!”
“shhh,” he murmured, leaning over your back, pressing kisses to your spine. “you want them to hear, baby? the valet’s still outside.”
you whimpered, biting your fist to muffle your sounds, and he started moving—deep, rough thrusts that had the entire car rocking.
he held your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you harder, faster, his cock slamming into your sweet spot over and over until tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
“mine,” he growled. “my pretty wife. you love this, don’t you? love getting fucked like this by your husband. so desperate for my cock you couldn’t wait till we got home.”
“yes—yes, please—don’t stop—”
he reached around to rub your clit, fast and messy, and you broke with a cry, your whole body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you.
but he didn’t stop.
“so fucking tight when you come,” he panted, slamming into you harder, chasing his own release. “gonna fill you up, baby. you want that?”
“yes, hubby—fill me up, please—need you—”
he groaned, buried himself deep, and spilled inside you with a shudder, hot and thick, making you tremble all over again.
you collapsed onto the seat, both of you panting, his cum already dripping down your thighs.
after a few moments, he kissed your lower back and helped you fix your dress, his hands gentle, voice softer now.
“you okay, baby?”
“never better,” you whispered with a lazy smile, reaching back to squeeze his hand. “think your parents noticed we left too fast?”
he laughed, pulling you into his lap for a kiss.
“they probably think we’re still in the honeymoon phase.”
you grinned against his lips.
“good. let them.”
you didn’t always mean to take it that far.
sometimes, the need just crept up slowly—starting with a brush of hands, a glance too long, the way his voice dropped when he leaned in to whisper in your ear. but with soobin, it was never just harmless teasing. not when the fire between you burned this deep, this fast, this endlessly.
the worst was when you were supposed to behave.
you were at a gallery opening, invited as a couple by one of soobin’s publishing partners. the space was sleek, minimalist, dimly lit with soft instrumental music echoing through the marble hallways. guests murmured about brushstrokes and contrast, sipping champagne, admiring modern pieces as if they understood them. you should’ve been focused. polite. engaged.
but all you could think about was the way soobin’s hand kept pressing low against your back, the way his lips brushed your temple every time he leaned in to comment on a piece, the way he looked in that black turtleneck and tailored slacks—quiet, elegant, composed. and the way his cock pressed against his thigh when he caught you watching him with that soft, hungry gaze of yours.
you lasted an hour. maybe less.
“you look stunning,” he murmured while you both stood in front of an abstract canvas, his fingers ghosting over the inside of your wrist.
“so do you,” you whispered back, stepping closer.
“i can’t stop thinking about the way you looked last night.”
“baby,” you warned in a low voice, heart fluttering.
“i can’t stop thinking about how tight you were. how you moaned for me.”
you swallowed, thighs clenching.
so when he found a quiet corridor tucked behind the private wing of the gallery, with large velvet curtains shielding the entrance and barely any foot traffic, you didn’t even hesitate when he took your hand and pulled you in with him.
the space was dark and unused, some storage room filled with rolled canvases and crates, dimly lit by a dusty lamp on a side table. you barely had time to glance around before he pulled you onto his lap on an old velvet loveseat, your dress riding up your thighs as he guided you to straddle him.
“here?” you breathed, heart racing, but already grinding against him.
he cupped your ass and pulled you down flush against his cock. “shh, just for a little. i promise i’ll be quiet if you will.”
you kissed him hard, needing him more than you cared to admit.
you fumbled with his belt, both of you breathless, frantic, silent laughter shaking your shoulders as you tried not to giggle while exposing him in the middle of the damn gallery. when you finally pulled him free, hard and hot in your hand, you didn’t hesitate. you lifted your hips, pushed your soaked panties aside, and sank down onto him in one smooth, aching motion.
you bit your lip hard to keep from gasping, forehead falling to his shoulder as you took him in completely, your walls stretching, pulsing, wrapping around him perfectly.
“god, baby,” he whispered, voice trembling. “you’re always so tight for me. always so wet.”
“i missed you,” you whispered back, starting to move slowly, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rolled your hips in slow, fluid waves. “i know it’s only been a few hours but… i missed you so much.”
his hands slid beneath your dress, gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm, helping you ride him deeper, slower, harder. every time you rocked down, you could feel his cock hit that spot that made you tremble, made your eyes flutter shut.
his head fell back against the wall as he watched you move—so beautiful, flushed, glowing under the low light. his perfect wife, riding his cock like it was her god-given purpose.
“fuck,” he whispered, jaw tight. “you’re gonna make me come so fast like this, baby. you feel too good.”
you leaned in, kissing his lips sweetly before whispering into his mouth, “then come with me. come inside me, love. fill me up. again.”
he groaned, desperate now, thrusting up into you as you bounced on his lap, your movements sloppy and fast, your moans barely restrained against his neck. you were close—so close—the tension in your belly winding tight, heat blooming between your legs as you chased your second high of the day.
and then he grabbed your face gently with one hand, the other still gripping your ass, and looked at you with that softness that always broke you.
“i’ll never get tired of you,” he whispered. “never. not your voice, not your body, not your mouth, not your moans. i’ll crave you forever, baby.”
you whined, overwhelmed, heart racing, body trembling.
“i love you,” you breathed. “you know that, right? i love you so much, soobin.”
“i love you more,” he said, and then you both broke at the same time—his warmth filling you deep as your walls clenched around him, your cries caught in the hollow of his throat, your nails raking down his back as you trembled in his arms.
you stayed there for a while, still joined, breathing each other in, hearts beating fast and in sync. you nuzzled into his neck as he stroked your back slowly, reverently, his softening cock still buried inside you.
and in that quiet little hidden room, beneath dim lights and forgotten paintings, you both made a silent vow without needing to speak it aloud:
to never tire of each other. to never stop touching, loving, needing. to crave, devour, and worship until your last breath.
because this love—this madness—wasn't just passion. it was eternity. and you were both so, so willing to burn in it forever.
summary : as your game night with the boys reached an unusual peak in boredom, huening kai suggests a few rounds of the pepero game to get the dopamine pumping. however, what kai didn't consider was the several-month long crush that you had on soobin, and what you didn't consider was the fact that soobin would choose you as his partner. at the end of the night, when the tension is suffocating you and your mind is swirling with "what-if's," soobin offers to give you a ride home. you accept, not realizing in the moment just how mutual that tension was.
pairing : choi soobin x fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers, mutual pining, non-idol au, smut, fluff
wc : 7.8k
warnings : pwp (like 50-50), unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f receiving), some pet names (baby, honey), multiple orgasms, creampie, both reader and soobin are really horny but especially soobin <3
a/n : i haven't written smut in literal years so this was purely driven by how whipped i am for choi soobin <3 inspired by txt playing the pepero game bc it's been on my mind ever since that vid dropped. never been so jealous in my life.
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“how about the pepero game?” kai suggested, earning varying kinds of stares from the group.
for the last ten minutes or so, you and the boys had been bickering in kai’s living room about which game was next to tackle on your game night list.
you had already exhausted all the games kai had on his switch, as well as almost half the board games he found tucked away under his bed. you were on a roll, and had no means of stopping quite yet; but there was no remaining game that anyone could agree was exciting enough to satisfy your boredom.
that was until kai piped up amongst the chatter, anyway. taehyun gave him a blatantly disgusted look, his brows furrowed and his eyes widened slightly, while yeonjun and beomgyu immediately jumped at the idea with loud agreements and wide smiles. they had gotten a few drinks in them by now, it was only a matter of time before they got reckless.
you, however, were nervous. the point of the pepero game was to make the stick as short as possible, but the real reason people played it was just to see how close two people could get to kissing. that wasn’t exactly what made you so nervous, the thought of a near-kiss actually didn’t phase you. you saw your relationship with the guys as entirely platonic, nothing more than friends – at least, for all but one of them.
a few months ago you started developing some sort of feelings for soobin, a tall, handsome, and sweet character, and it’s only been growing and festering ever since. it started with small fleeting moments of adoration, just letting your gaze linger for an extra second or smiling softly when he entered a room.
you realized you might have felt something real for him when you anxiously wanted to be around him, even though your heart would pound if you got too close. eventually he became all you could think about, your thoughts filled with fantasies of what it would be like to feel his embrace, his lips on yours. to feel his one of his large hands on your hips, the other wrapped so firmly around your neck.
god. that’s why you were nervous – even with the slimmest chance that the two of you would be paired together, what would you even do? how were you supposed to control yourself?
you laughed along with the guys for now, but your gaze quietly shifted over to soobin, sitting quietly on the other side of the room.
your heart jumped.
your eyes met, and neither of you looked away.
at first, you were just testing him; trying to figure out if it was just a coincidence or you had caught him staring. you got your answer when his dark eyes didn’t flinch when you looked at him, his expression calm and composed even though you felt like your heart was about to leap right out of your chest.
you could only take so much before you looked away, turning your attention back to the rest of the group in a daze. why was he already staring at you? why did he look so calm? what was he thinking?
“then who wants to go first?”
yeonjun’s voice grounded you in reality again, your mind suddenly coming back into focus. you didn’t even notice how the some guys had joined you on the floor, sitting in a circle, or how kai had opened a couple of boxes of pepero, keeping one for the game while dispersing the others.
“we’ll go first.”
your eyes immediately flicked to soobin at the sound of his voice, your heart sinking deep into your chest as your eyes met once again. he took on of the sticks from kai’s hands, slowly standing from the couch and making his approach.
he chose you.
the loud cheers and and laughter that came from the rest of the group was drowned out by the onslaught of thoughts that came flooding into your mind. half of you was convinced that he would make it quick, only opting to have you as a partner since you were close, and probably more bearable to work with than anyone else.
at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel that nervousness settle back in. what you thought was a slim chance of happening was now becoming a reality, and you already felt the heat rising into your cheeks before he was even within two feet of you.
as he knelt down in front of you, his eyes never left yours. his expression was still serious at first, until his eyes flicked down to your cheeks. the corners of his lips tugged up into a small smile, and immediately you knew you were caught. you silently prayed that the other guys were too drunk to notice your embarrassed flush, too.
soobin lifted the stick in his hand to your mouth, his smile widening.
“here, take it.”
your heart fluttered, eyes never looking away from him as you silently obeyed. his hands reached out to gently grip your shoulders, his warm hands sliding ever so subtly up the sleeves of your t-shirt so that he was touching your skin.
“just go already. your score is gonna get beat anyway.” yeonjun chirped, but you were far to enveloped in soobin’s gaze to listen.
“i wanna take this seriously, actually. do you think i’m playing to lose?” soobin looked away from a moment, shooting a grin towards yeonjun before immediately turning back to you.
before anyone else could complain, soobin turned his head and slowly started biting down on the stick you were holding so tensely between your teeth, not being able to stop yourself from squeezing your eyes shut. you wished for something like this, maybe even dreamt about it.
his face mere centimeters away, large hands holding you still as he drew his lips closer to yours; but you didn’t want this. you wanted to be alone, to have him to yourself. you didn’t want anyone else to see how easily you lost yourself in his touch.
you felt the weight between your teeth become lighter and lighter, your heart pounding at the thought of just how close soobin would already be if you opened your eyes. but you kept them shut, hands clasped tightly in your lap as you desperately wished that you two were alone. you wished that he could stop being so polite and proper for the sake of the game, your desperation only getting worse as you felt soobin’s hot breath against your lips.
you thought maybe he would really do it, maybe he would close the distance and secretly wanted the same thing you did.
but you were sorely disappointed when his breath disappeared and he pulled away, your eyes opening wide as soon as he did. you watched as soobin held up the stick to the ruler in yeonjun’s hands, a proud expression washing over his features as he turned back towards you, hand shooting into the air.
“1.2 centimeters. not bad, right?” he beamed.
you agreed, suddenly breathless.
did he have any idea what he did to you?
that question haunted you for the rest of the night as the boys satisfied their dopamine craving with a couple more rounds of the pepero game, followed by a couple more rounds of drinks between yeonjun and beomgyu. it was only when they started getting out of hand that kai cut the night short, fearing for the cleanliness of his apartment, taehyun taking on the burden of driving them both home.
with taehyun now in charge of babysitting two drunk men and kai busy cleaning up the mess they left behind, you figured the best plan of action was just to call a taxi. you didn’t live far, so whatever the fee was wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to pay. as you stepped out of kai’s apartment building and into the street, however, a tall, familiar figure waited for you.
“y/n- you’re not actually gonna call a taxi, are you?” soobin’s eyes watched you carefully as they landed on you. the way you perceived those eyes, the way the looked at you and met yours so carefully, was utterly distorted now. all you could think of now when he looked at you was the way he stared you down earlier that night, holding the stick to your lips and shamelessly asking you to just take it.
“it’s no big deal, it’s not like i have to go that far.” even though you didn’t want to, you tore your eyes away from soobin, eyes searching the city streets instead.
“there’s not many drivers around at this hour, though. it’s cold, and it’s getting late.” you could feel soobin still watching you, the sound of his car keys jingling filling the otherwise quiet air.
“let me drive you home.”
you didn’t make any snappy movements. you didn’t flinch or flick your head up at the sound of his words. you just stared blankly at the other end of the street as your heart fluttered, head slowly turning up to finally look at him again.
“you don’t have to, really. you live in the other direction, anyway-”
“please. i insist.”
there was something different about the tone of his voice. something spilled out, something that was overflowing and threatening to unravel, even though he seemed to be doing such a good job with keeping it in check.
or maybe your delusions were getting the better of you. maybe your feelings for him were twisting reality, and you were starting to ignore the facts just to believe what you wanted.
logic was telling you that soobin had given you a ride home several times in the past, and this was just him worrying about you as your friend – but your feelings were telling you that this was a chance you couldn’t pass up.
“okay, okay.” you smiled, following him to his car. “let’s go.”
the first few minutes of the car ride were silent. not uncomfortably so, but part of you still felt tense, somehow. there was an inkling of a thought pacing back and forth in your head, making you wonder as you glanced over at soobin.
god, he was beautiful. the slight curve of his nose, his pouty lips, the pale glow on his skin. the way his jacket accentuated his shoulders, the way his hand so leisurely held the bottom of the steering wheel. if you focused hard enough, you could smell the faint scent of his cologne spreading through the air, filling your lungs and clouding your senses.
you wondered: were you really imagining things, or did he feel it too?
“i didn’t make you uncomfortable, did i?” soobin asked, glancing briefly at you. “during the pepero game.”
“no, not at all.” your mouth went a bit dry as you spoke, the question catching you off guard. “why do you ask?”
“you just seemed so tense. your cheeks were flushed and you were gripping your hands so tight your knuckles turned white. you know, you could’ve said no if you didn’t want to do it.” he chuckled lightly, but there was a sense of worry evident in his voice.
“oh, that?” you looked back out the window, mentally scolding yourself for making yourself so obvious. the worst part is that he interpreted your tension in the complete opposite way – you wanted it. in fact, you didn’t get nearly enough of it. if only the other guys weren’t watching it all happen, maybe you could have made that clearer.
“sorry, if that’s how it came across.” regaining your composure, you looked back over at soobin. “i was just nervous, that’s all. it kind of awkward doing that while everyone was watching, don’t you think?”
soobin grinned, letting out another light laugh, “definitely. but it was kind of fun, wasn’t it?”
you smiled to yourself, but couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread settle in your stomach. the way he talked about it was so casual, as if his breath against your lips and his hands so carefully holding your frame was a normal occurrence – but it wasn’t normal, not to you. didn’t he see that? didn’t he notice how hot he made you feel?
“soobin.” his name slipped out from your lips before you could even stop it. there was so much you wanted to say, and all the words you had been working so hard on keeping under wraps were threatening to burst right then and there.
he hummed in response, and from the corner of your eye you could see him periodically glancing over at you. he was waiting for you, like he was asking you to continue, and for some reason you wanted nothing more but to make it happen for him. you submit, each and every one of your secret thoughts beginning to spill out one by one, his gaze making you too weak to stop it.
“i was nervous, and it was because everyone was watching,” you paused, trying to swallow the dryness in your throat, “but i.. i wanted it, you know. i wanted to kiss you.”
the couple of seconds of silence that followed your words seemed to stretch out for hours. you could’ve sworn that you felt the air in the car shift, turning tense and heavy, the weight of it nearly suffocating you. your mouth opened as you rushed to reverse the damage, but the words died in your throat as soobin spoke up first.
“really?” he asked, though there was a certain softness to his words. there was a smile in his tone, and as you looked over at him, you could see how the corners of his mouth seemed to lift after your confession. it made your head spin.
“well-” originally, you were going to take it all back, snatch your words right out of the air and bury them somewhere not even you would remember; but that damn smile of his was urging you to keep going. “yeah, really. and you seemed so competitive that i thought maybe you would really do it, even if it was just for the game. but you pulled back last second.”
a few more seconds of silence, then soobin spoke again, “the guys wouldn’t have stopped talking about it if we did. i couldn’t do that to you.” he chuckled, and so did you. he had a point.
“but i was nervous, too. i think that’s why i ended up pulling back, it felt like my chest would explode if i didn’t. but i wanted it, too.”
..he wanted it, too?
the subtle beat of your heart started to pump harder within your chest, so excited by the mere words soobin was speaking that it flipped and turned every which way. your eyes didn’t turn away from him; they watched and studied his expression, and that’s when you caught it.
the pale red shade that rose into his cheeks, making him adjust himself in his seat and nervously fiddle with the steering wheel. he was just as nervous as you were.
your voice softened as you carefully tread the conversation, fearing that one wrong choice of words could shatter all the progress you’ve made.
“do you still want it?”
your eyes locked for a second, only a second, but that was enough to get a glance into him. you saw the way his eyes widened every so slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to ask such a question. but with the way that rosey flush spread into his ears, his mouth shifting as he bit the inside of his cheek, you could tell he liked it.
the car came to a slow as soobin skillfully pulled in front of your apartment building, one hand pulling off the wheel to put the car in park. finally, he looked over at you properly. the nearby streetlight shone through the windshield, illuminating his features perfectly. you could finally look into his eyes again, watching his gaze soften and seem to sparkle slightly in the light.
“even if i say yes, how will i get it?”
his question made your heart skip a beat. there was a shift in his tone; it became a bit curious, a bit suggestive. his eyes glanced between your eyes and your lips, and he didn’t seem even slightly ashamed when you caught him. you even noticed how he seemed to lean in just a bit closer, the scent of his cologne stronger. he wanted a certain answer from you, even if he didn’t say it.
and you were going to give it to him.
“can you stay for a bit?”
the walk to your apartment floor felt like it lasted hours, the thick tension between you two palpable. you weren’t rushing to leave the elevator or to grab your keys out of your bag to unlock your door, even though you felt like that was more appropriate than slowly and silently strolling through the hallways.
it was starting to drive you crazy – but then again, you would rather do this than do anything rash. what if he pushed back, what if he was scared away?
you pushed open the door to your apartment, soobin hovering behind you as you slid off your shoes and shrugged your coat off your shoulders. that was until, suddenly, your coat was properly lifted off your frame, your head spinning around to see soobin had taken it in his hands. he hung it on the hooks you had near your door, next to his.
but he never looked away from you. he looked at you in a similar way to earlier, in a way that nearly made your legs buckle beneath you. slowly, he approached you. your head gradually tilted up to meet his eyes, as his tilted down to meet yours.
one of his hands gently took hold of your shoulder, and you wondered if he could feel the goosebumps on your skin as he traced down your arm. he took your hand in his, while his other hand reached up to your face, gently cupping your cheek. he held you so gently, as if holding you too tightly would shatter your skin.
“is this okay?” his voice whispered into the dark, silent air. you nodded, and in response his face slowly started to draw closer to yours. unlike earlier, you didn’t close your eyes. your muscles didn’t tense and you didn’t squeeze your hands into tight fists. you watched him come closer and closer, until he stopped mere centimeters away from your face.
“this is where i stopped, during the game.” you could see a small smile grow over his features, as if he was proud. “you really want this?”
you chuckled at the fact he was even asking you that. you could feel his hot breath against your lips. the scent of his cologne flooded your senses, clouding your thoughts and dizzying your mind. you felt extra sensitive to his touch, even the slightest movement from him sending a chill down your spine. he was driving you crazy, and he didn’t even know it. that’s what made his question so ridiculous.
“more than anything.” you whispered, and his smile widened. he must have been playing with you, or he wouldn’t have looked so smug as he closed the gap between the two of you.
the feeling of his lips pressing against yours was like a sweet release, a weight being lifted off of your chest. you had wanted this for months, although they felt like years, and it was beyond anything you could have possibly imagined.
the taste of his lips was sweet, intoxicating you and getting you hooked on the flavor. he felt soft, almost fragile. he kissed you carefully, memorizing the way your lips danced and paying close attention when the rhythm changed. he leaned deeper into you, and you leaned back. your tongue grazed his teeth, and he granted you permission to enter.
without quite realizing it, the small entryway of your apartment became hot with the warmth radiating from your bodies. you felt it in your face, where soobin’s hands were touching, and especially where you wished he was touching.
the gentle kiss you two started with devolved into something hungry. needy. the hand soobin had been using to so carefully hold your face was now on the small of your back, pulling you close until there was no distance left between you.
your hands reached up from where they had been resting on soobin’s chest to instead tangle themselves in his hair. he kept leaning into you until you had no choice but to stumble back against your wall, and for a moment he pulled away. his hands moving to snake down your sides until they hooked under your thighs, lifting you up so effortlessly it sent a wave of heat straight to your core.
“where’s your room?”
his question practically knocked the wind out of you as you breathlessly answered:
“door on your right- there.”
you pointed to the door just ahead of your entry way, soobin following where your finger guided him. as he shoved the already ajar door completely open with his shoulder, he continued pressing deep kisses into your lips, the breathing between you two getting heavy and ragged.
within seconds you were being laid down onto your sheets, one of soobin’s hands supporting your back as the other pressed into the mattress, caging you in. you were waiting for him to lean down and allow you to intoxicate yourself with the taste of his lips, but for a few moments, he didn’t move. he merely hovered over you with half-lidded eyes and his pouty lips agape, waiting for something to say.
“i wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n. i want so much more..” he confessed, butterflies swirling in your stomach at his words. you knew by the lustful glint in his eyes that his intentions were sinful, naughty; but the way he spoke so softly felt so pure.
you almost felt giddy – if only that giddiness wasn’t being so loudly overtaken by a burning desire.
“i won’t stop you.” you whispered, your arms snaking around his neck as your hands found their way back his tousled hair, “i want it, soobin. i want you.”
it was only after your words that a switch seemed to flip in him, like the mutual desire between you too was finally understood. he let out a shaky exhale and dived into you, placing a kiss onto your jaw before latching onto your neck. you gasped at the sensation of sweet, gentle kisses being pressed into your skin, your neck craning to give him more space to work with.
“you smell so sweet.” he muttered between kisses, making you smile, “it’s driving me crazy.”
as soobin nipped at your neck, you did something you had been waiting so long to do: just touch him. your hands left his hair as they traced down his chest, sneakily making their way down to his waist. he was wearing a white, perfectly loose t-shirt, which gave you the perfect opportunity to slip your hands under the fabric, the ghostly touch of your fingertips barely grazing his skin. you felt him shiver, catching him gasp right beneath your ear.
but your movements didn’t stop him as his kisses got rougher, hungrier. devolving from soft and sweet pecks into starved sucking as he marked the space below your collarbone.
one of his hands slid down your waist, taking hold of the hem of your shirt and pulling it up.he pulled back, letting out a heavy breath as he pressed kisses on your chest, then your ribs, then your stomach – you were almost sure he would have been able to feel your heart pounding through his lips.
“soobin..” you mewled as you watched him lean back, eyes trained on your center as his fingers traced the waistline of your jeans.
you watched him undo the buttons and hook his thumbs around the waistline, pulling down your jeans in one single movement. his hands every so slightly pushed your thighs up, encouraging you to spread them open. you obeyed, although your cheeks burned with embarrassment at just the thought of how soaked you probably were.
“oh my god..” he practically groaned at the sight of you, his fingers laying flat against your pussy and sliding up. you whimpered in response, shocked at just how sensitive you felt to his touch. his eyes flicked up to you.
“you have no idea how bad i wanted this, baby.” his voice shifted into a husky tone as his body moved down, getting a pathetic whimper out of you. his arms hooked around your thighs as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, firm and decisive. his expression was almost desperate, his eyebrows turned up and his cheeks flushed, as if he was on his knees to start begging you for pleasure. it made your head spin.
as his hands grabbed and pulled at the hem of your panties, carefully yet quickly taking them off and discarding them, your legs practically shook with need. his hands held your thighs and spread you open, exposing you fully to him. mildly embarrassed, you turned away, averting your eyes from the lewd scene beneath you.
it was then you felt the warm, wet sensation of soobin’s tongue lick your slit from the bottom up, ending with a small peck against your sensitive clit. you breathed out a moan, your hands reaching up and taking hold of your sheets, as if to prepare for what was to come.
“eyes on me, honey.” he requested, and without even thinking you looked back at him, completely forgetting the bashfulness that overtook you a second ago. you nearly gasped at the view beneath you, how soobin’s gaze was wide and doe-eyed, staring so sweetly at you from between your thighs.
“there you go. want you to watch me, okay?” those words and the hint of his smile was enough to make you cum right then and there, but the dream of that was quickly cut off as soobin dove into you.
he tried to be patient, he really did. he started with shy licks and kisses, like he did on your neck, but it barely lasted a minute before he was sloppily lapping at your pussy. it was like he was thirsty for it, the way he thrusted his tongue between your folds and sucked at your clit.
“s-soobin, oh my god- fuck-“ you quickly unraveled into a moaning mess, knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets and desperately tried to keep yourself still — but it was no use. you were squirming in his grasp, your hips shyly bucking into his face as the knot inside of you grew tighter.
“god- just like that, y/n. don’t stop.” soobin groaned into your cunt, as if he was getting off on it just as much as you were. using the brief moment of separation, two of his fingers brushed against your entrance before slowly sliding their way in. you both moaned at the sensation.
“you’re so tight-“ he practically whimpered, fingers thrusting at a steady pace right into a spot that made your back arch. “are you close, huh? you wanna cum all over my fingers, baby? can you do that for me?”
his senseless rambling into your cunt on in between his tongue lapping at your clit on top of his fingers keeping you full was making you see stars. this deep, burning desire that you had for soobin had been festering for so long, and the fact that it was finally being fulfilled was almost too much for you to handle. but even as your legs shook and you moaned shamelessly into the air, you wanted more. you needed more.
“i-i need-“ you gasped between your moans, your noise barely covering the sound of soobin sucking at your dripping cunt. your hips were moving completely on their own now, shame flying out the window as you slid up and down soobin’s tongue, “s-soobin, i’m gonna-“
“give it to me,” his groans sent vibrations up your body, making you tremble, “let it go baby, please. just give it to me.”
as if on command, the tight knot that had been stretching thin within your stomach snapped at his words, a blinding euphoria completely washing over your body. every limb, every muscle of yours shook with overwhelming pleasure, your entrance desperately tightening around soobin’s fingers as they slowed. he worked you carefully through your orgasm, pulling his mouth away to rub gentle circles on your clit.
“holy shit-” you breathed out, breathless as your eyes, previously squeezed shut, carefully opened. your vision gradually came into focus as a lightheadedness settled into your skull. you felt weak, your body limp against the mattress as you realized the sudden cramping in your fingers from so tightly holding onto your sheets. you had never experienced anything like that before.
but even as the orgasm soobin gave you with nothing but his mouth and fingers left you utterly stunned, your fantasies about him never stopped at foreplay. you needed more – and not only did you know it, but you could feel it.
the second soobin’s fingers carefully left your entrance, it was already begging for them to come back. it clasped and twitched around nothing, burning and pleading as it longed to be filled again. to be filled by him.
“god- i can’t wait-”
you gathered the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows as you looked down at where soobin had been kneeling, only to find he was already up on his feet. you felt a heat rush down your spine and fester at your core at the sight of him.
“you have no idea how bad i need you-” his words came out in breaths, “d’you even know how hot that was?”
he had already taken his t-shirt off, the subtle definition of his body practically glowing in the dim moonlight. his hands, still stained with your slick, anxiously fiddled with the buttons of his jeans before undoing them. even through the tight material of his jeans, there was an extremely evident tent in the fabric.
you felt your breath catch in your throat as he pulled down both his jeans and his boxers in one swift movement, his long, thick erection springing free.
soobin climbed onto the bed and resumed his position where he hung over you before, one hand by your side while the other slowly pumped his cock. you couldn’t help but watch as his thumb circled his flushed tip, barely able to catch the glisten of the pre-cum that he spread over the top of his shaft.
but the sight of his face made you just as hot. you met his eyes, and in an instant you recognized that you were seeing a completely different side of soobin. his face was flushed, eyes drowsy and half-open as if he was in a trance. soft pants escaped his open mouth every so often, his lips wet with a mix of your juices and his saliva.
he was needy. just as needy as you.
“do you have any condoms? where are they?” the words rushed out of his mouth, like anything that wasn’t fucking you was just a waste of time. you would have laughed if your mind wasn’t so overridden by desire.
“just forget that-” your tone hinted at a whine as your hips wiggled beneath him, your legs moving up to loosely wrap around his waist. you barely pulled him in, but you could already feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit. you shivered at the sensation.
“wait, y/n, are you-”
“it’s okay, i promise,” you felt your heart pound in your chest, your core tighten and squeeze. your hands moved up into his hair again, your hands tangling in his locks. “just put it in binnie, please? i can’t wait either..”
although he looked like he had something he wanted to say, his hips responded first. he pushed his length against the lips of your pussy, not to enter, but just to slide up and down the wetness of it. you whimpered at the action, a combination of both impatience and sensitivity from your orgasm making you dizzy with need.
“i’m not gonna go slow. i can’t.” he said, the words phrased as a rule. a non-negotiable. “you okay with me being rough? sure you can take it?”
you rapidly nodded, biting back the pathetic sounds you so desperately wanted to make at the feeling of his length against your heat.
“tell me, baby.” he whined, “can you take it?”
your throat went dry.
“yes,” you breathed, “i can take it.”
a dazed, lazy smile spread over his features.
soobin leaned back, his large hands sliding up the back of your thighs as he spread you open wider, his eyes glued to where the two of you met. his brows furrowed and his mouth let out soft breaths as he slid over your clit just a couple more times, before pushing firmly into the heat of your entrance.
you moan in unison as just a portion of your desires are finally met, and you swear for a moment you saw stars. you could feel how tight you were around him, the massive size of him making you unbelievably full.
“fuck..” soobin let out a drawn out moan as he bottomed out inside of you, fingers pressing deep into the soft skin of your thighs. he already started to grind into you, your walls sucking him in each time he dared pull back.
“you don’t know how bad i wanted this, y/n..” he said, your heart jumping at his words. for just a moment, you debated what he said. you were shocked at the implication that he wanted this for longer than just a moment, making you wonder just how long the two of you waited before satiating a now mutual hunger.
but you couldn’t think about that too deeply yet – not when you could barely speak, let alone think about anything else but the delicious feeling of soobin steadily pounding into your burning cunt. not when the only thing that left your mouth was high-pitched moans and needy whines, occasionally interrupted by whispered swears.
you had been waiting for, dreaming, of this moment, and you were going to lavish in it.
the steady pace that soobin started at rapidly devolved into fast, desperate movements. his hips would pull almost all the way back, leaving you with nothing but the head of his cock before slamming right back into you.
he moved at a relentless pace, the lewd, merciless sound of skin slapping against skin leaving no room in the air for silence. the only thing competing with its volume was the sound of your own moans, shameless and explicit.
and amidst it all, soobin’s eyes never left yours, his head tilted to the side as he watched you fall apart beneath him. watching as your hands reached out and pawed at the skin of his arms, studying how your eyes briefly rolled back every time he hit the sweetest part of you; but, strangely, it didn’t feel like you were just being observed. you were being admired. idolized. worshipped.
“you look so pretty like this.” soobin cooed breathlessly, “so so pretty.. and so wet for me- so wet and so fucking tight-“
“soobin-“ all you could think to do was cry out his name in response. while you both seemed utterly drunk on the feeling of each other, soobin had been mindlessly rambling ever since he got the chance to touch you, while you couldn’t put together a proper sentence for the life of you.
it felt so good, almost too good, as tears stung the corners of your eyes and that euphoric tension tightened inside of you again with a vengeance. it didn’t help that all the words you tried to say to convey that message only came spewing out as fucked-out nonsense.
“you okay, baby? not too much for you, right?” soobin suddenly asked, a hint of concern in his voice despite the reckless speed of his hips slamming against yours. it didn’t seem like he could stop, even if he wanted to.
you anxiously shook your head. “n-no, please, don’t stop-“ you managed to choke out, your fingers wrapping around his forearms and tugging him towards you. he understood, leaning down and pushing your knees close to your chest with his arms in order to close the gap between the two of you.
the new angle made you see stars, and if soobin hadn’t pressed his lips passionately into yours, you knew it would have enough to rip a cry out of you.
he shoved his tongue between your lips as he rushed to get a taste of you, the quiet murmur of your mutual moaning getting muffled by it. you surrendered completely to him, letting him bite at your lips and tangle his hands into your hair.
although you succumbed to him, however, your entire body remained tense. every muscle in your body squeezed tight, especially where it was wrapped around soobin’s length. your moans became more high-pitched and whiny, your breaths in-between more ragged. your hands had found their place on soobin’s back, desperately clawing and dragging against his skin.
“i-i’m gonna fucking cum, soobin-” you mewled as soobin pulled back, resuming his previous position to tower over you, your legs spread open so obediently for him. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop- please don’t stop-”
your hurried blabber only encouraged soobin, each one of his thrusts hitting the deepest parts of you with a fiery passion. each one told you that nothing would be better than this. that you were ruined for any other man. that you were his.
“go ahead, baby, ‘s okay..” he said, speaking with a softness, “let me see you fall apart all over me.”
at his request, your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. it was twice as intense, euphoria repeatedly striking you directly at your core before sending shockwaves down your body. you threw your head back into the pillows, stars scattered across your vision as a lewd, pornographic moan ripped from your throat. the sensation of your orgasm rippled around soobin’s cock, forcing him to breath out a drawn out moan and string of whispered curses.
“just like that, honey,” soobin’s moaned from over you, “so good.. so, so good..”
while the orgasm itself hit you twice as hard, it felt like the aftermath exhausted you ten times as much. you couldn’t control the way your legs shook in soobin’s grasp, or the way your chest steadily rose and fell in an attempt to catch your breath.
but coming down from such a high proved impossible as soobin continued to hammer into you, his pace only slowing when your orgasm made it too difficult to move.
“s-soo.. bin- wait- ‘s too much!” you cried out to him, watching through the blurry lens of your vision as he so mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt.
“i know baby, i know..” he panted, “‘m sorry, i can’t stop- til your pussy’s stuffed full, i can’t stop-”
you were so spent already. every inch of your skin was covered in a thin film of sweat, your heart thundered relentlessly in your chest, and there was a thick scent of sex filling the air of your room. your legs felt so limp that you could barely feel them at all, the sweet sting of where soobin had dug his fingers into being the only reminder. and your head – you could have sworn that you were dreaming based on how lightheaded the rapid sense of overstimulation made you.
but, despite that, you didn’t dare stop him. you didn’t push him away or beg for a break – you laid there and took it. you let tears gather in your eyes, overstimulation wracking your body as your limbs quivered and pussy ached around soobin’s cock.
your hands found their place in your sheets once more, tightening and gripping onto the fabric as if it was somehow going to save you. and your voice, raw and ruined, knew nothing but the feeling of soobin’s name being ripped from your throat.
and he fucking loved it.
“you’re so hot, y/n, so fucking beautiful. d’you even know what you do to me? how long i wanted to pound your pretty pussy like this?” as soobin rambled on, his voice gradually became more out of breath, more desperate. his moans became whiny, high-pitched.
“needed you so bad it was driving me crazy- but you needed it too, huh, baby? did’ya wanna get pounded like this?”
his words made your head spin, a fresh wave of desire washing over your body and sending heat rushing to all the right places. he loved how he took you apart piece by piece, and you loved seeing how drunk he got on it.
“i-i needed it so bad, you have no f- fucking idea-” you cried, “it f-feels so good-”
his thrusts started to get sloppy, losing the ruthless rhythm he had started with. he fell to his elbows, his hands snaking up your arms and peeling your fingers away from the bedsheets. his hands intertwined with yours, holding your shaking frame against the mattress.
“y/n-” soobin’s lips hovered over yours, barely able to feel his hot breath against your skin, “lemme fill you up, huh? you want it? want me to fill you up nice ‘n full?”
“p-please- give it to me, binnie. want your cum-”
as if your permission was the trigger, soobin only lasted a few more thrusts before he bottomed out inside you with a high-pitched groan, the feeling of his warm seed instantly settling into your core. the feeling of it, however, was just as much of a trigger for you, your third orgasm of the night hitting you before you could even prepare for it – and all you could do was lay there and let it.
you pressed the knuckles of soobin’s hand – which were still intertwined with yours – against your lips, barely containing any of your pathetic whimpers and moans that your ruined orgasm forced out of you. your legs squeezed around soobin’s waist in an attempt to keep still, but there was no use against the sensitivity that overtook your body.
soobin, who had buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathed out a string of soft yet forceful moans, his stilled cock still twitching within your sensitive walls. every now and then his body shook, waves of pleasure shocking his body almost perfectly in sync with you, your orgasm no doubt heightening his own.
for a few moments, the two of you laid there; breathless, sensitive, unmoving. the silence that followed one of the loudest nights of your life was one of comfort. it wasn’t weird or awkward, like you almost expected it to be, but relaxing. like you finally felt a sense of relief after the past several months of undisturbed tension.
but the stillness of the room only lasted so long, soobin being the first to move. with a sharp wince he slowly pulled out of you, his cock carefully dragging through the walls of your throbbing pussy. even as spent as you were, you missed the full feeling.
he lifted his head up, but only enough to look you in the eyes again. he studied you carefully, his gaze scanning over every detail of your expression until you realized the way it made your heart pound. his hand reached up, and you didn’t dare move as his fingers so gently brushed some sweat-soaked strands of hair out of your face.
“i meant what i said. you’re so beautiful.” he said, his voice suddenly lowered to a whisper.
you laughed at his words, your voice coming out hoarse. “really?”
“really. seriously.”
you swallowed down the dry feeling in your throat, carefully picking out the words for a question you dreaded.
“did you mean it when you said you wanted me, too? when you said how long you wanted me for?” your voice shrank, “or did you just want sex?”
the question clearly caught soobin off guard as his eyes widened, the hand still intertwined with yours tightening slightly.
“what? y/n, are you serious?” a light chuckle escaped his lips, but he knew by reading your expression that the question was genuine. his free hand reached up and cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin.
“i like you. and it’s for so many more reasons other than sex.” he confessed carefully, “for so long i wanted you all to myself – and i mean it, when i say it.”
you felt butterflies swarm your stomach at his words, unable to hide the smile that spread over your features. you lean into the touch of his hand, partially hiding your face in it at the sudden shyness that came over you.
but in response, soobin turned your face to look right back at him, emphasizing the impact of his words with yet another kiss. this one was similar to the way the night started, with soft presses and sweet touches. you felt him smile into the kiss, and you smiled back, a powerful wave of sheer joy swelling in your chest. you felt complete.
soobin’s gentle smile beamed down at you as he pulled back, shy giggles being shared between the two of you.
“so.. does this make us official?” you asked bashfully, to which soobin responded with the soft drag of his hand, his fingers tracing down your chest and to your waist.
“well i’d hope so.” he grinned, moving to press a kiss onto your neck, “no way am i letting you go to anyone else. you’re all mine.”
as soobin enveloped you in his touch, his arms pulling back to snake around your waist and pull you into a warm embrace, he moved to lay on his side, properly able to pull you into his chest. your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands rubbing gentle circles onto the marks you left in his back earlier, and you could feel him relax just as much.
“i thought it was a stupid idea at first, but it’s good kai picked the pepero game, huh?” soobin muttered against your shoulder.
you grinned, “yeah, but it was only a matter of time until i got you to myself. i would’ve gone crazy if i didn’t.”
soobin chuckled into your skin, pressing on another kiss, “me too.”
within moments, as if you two had been doing it all your lives, you settled into each others warmth. an intimate silence filled the air as you laid there, the tense centimeters of distance that you had dealt with just hours ago finally being absolved into nothing.
god- if you had known then that this was how a round of the pepero game would end, you would’ve played it way sooner.
GAMER!SOOBIN HEADCANON 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 dating a man who’s obsessed over you and league of legends is probably the best thing that’s happened to you. smut 18+
gamer!soobin who fucks you harder each night every time he loses a ranked game of league of legends.
gamer!soobin who “loses” matches on purpose just to hear you whimper whenever he carries you and pins you down onto the bed as punishment
gamer!soobin where you have to disconnect the wifi entirely so he pays attention to you, but he doesn’t complain.
gamer!soobin who lets you dryhump him, suck him off, play with his dick—whatever you want to do—while he’s on the game. he has to turn off his mic every other game because his moans are so loud, you two aren’t sure how you haven’t gotten a noise complaint.
gamer!soobin who only unplugs his headset when you ride him in silence. he loves hearing your sweet wet noises against him, how hard you clench around him when you try to suppress your moans against his neck.
gamer!soobin who turns off his mic when you’re sucking him off, and when you’re done, his teammates wonder why he suddenly sounds so wrecked mid-match
gamer!soobin whose bed is always unmade because he can’t wait five seconds to pull your clothes off before climbing over you.
gamer!soobin whose hands roam your thighs during ranked matches, fingertips pressing just hard enough to leave marks later—how much he loves when you squirm when he digs in too deep.
gamer!soobin who loves to finger you like CRAZY. especially with those big veiny hands of his. he likes to hear you cry, get overstimulated, and whimper his name while he’s marking you all over
gamer!soobin whose fingers slide into your pussy before he even finishes a match. he likes it when his mechanical keyboard gets messy all over with your fluids.
gamer!soobin who makes you cum on command just so he can hear the way his name flutters on your tongue during his ranked games.
gamer!soobin whose sweatpants are always tented because you keep teasing him while he’s trying to focus on clutching a 1v5.
gamer!soobin who leaves hickeys along your collarbone just so his teammates can slightly hear you gasp every time they ping for help.
gamer!soobin who keeps a stash of lube in his drawer, right next to his set up just in case inspiration strikes you mid-queue
gamer!soobin who always tells his friends he needs a bathroom break, knowing that he only called it because he wanted to do a quickie with you.
gamer!soobin who eventually stopped getting on as often to focus on pumping his fingers in and out of you to stretch you wide enough for his size. taehyun texts him every night asking when he’s going to get on, but he’s way too busy with you to answer.
gamer!soobin whose bought three different bed frames since you guys started dating, each one louder and flimsier than the last.
gamer!soobin who overstimulates you because you squirt all over his fingers before he can even get inside of you. he loves to get his fingers soaked, and christ—you can barely even handle two.
warnings: 🔞!!! gangbang, mentions of drinking, getting scared, fearplay? reader gets chased through house and doesnt know who it is, knifeplay (only used to cut off underwear), clit play, mean dom moments, filming during sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f!), creampie(s), marking, subspace, fingering, oral (m! rec), hair pulling!, overstim (f!rec), she/her used prob forgot some
wc: 9.2k (this one got away from me)
an: this is not proofread at all im so so so sorry forgive me sweet angel ily but I cannot believe october is over and this event has come to an end ;-; I hope you guys like this one! im a HUGE horror movie fan so I was excited to do this and hopefully it turned out well. I went with a different approach for a scream fic that was kinda based on different aspects from the movies and I hope you like it! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]
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"whats your favorite scary movie?"
You roll your eyes, hand coming up to cover the screen of your laptop. “Aren't you supposed to be doing your own work not pestering me about mine?”
It was late in the night, the library dead silent besides the hum of the heater and faint typing on stiff keyboards. The door to the study space was cracked just enough to hear the elevator if it dinged, the indicator the floor would soon be closing for the cleaning staff. The clock on the wall told you it was close to one in the morning, only an hour away from the library being cleared and closed.
“I'm avoiding the rest of my essay,” beomgyu shrugs, clicking his pen as a signal for an end to the line of questioning. “Annoying you just seemed like a better plan,”
“Annoying all of us, I needed this done an hour ago,” yeonjun doesn't even look up from his laptop, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lenses glossed over with the light from his screen, fingers speeding over the keys only to pause and jam the delete button. “Fuck, i lost my train of thought,”
“It's already late, just turn it in tomorrow morning,” huening suggests, slouched back in his chair, thumbs nibbly swiveling on the joystick of his switch. “The syllabus said it was ten points off no matter how late after twelve you submit it,”
“Don't talk to me right now, you got yours in on time. And I'm getting this done tonight whether I like it or not. I won't be able to handle looking at it tomorrow morning. the paper just won't get turned in at all if that happens,” yeonjuns back to typing furiously squinting at his laptop not noticing kais grin.
“You should have listened to me about meeting up at nine, but nooo-”
“Huening,” yeonjun warns.
“I'm just saying…”
Yeonjun picks up one of Soobin's scattered pens from the table, tossing it at Kai hitting him in the lap. And when Kai just laughs, Yeonjun picks up a few more to throw, the showering of pens making Kai yelp.
“Shhh,” soobin doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on. He and tae had been trying to sleep for the better part of two hours, Taehyun having found success, sliding two chairs together to prop his legs up. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and hasn't said anything since closing them. Soobin only crossed his arms and laid his head down, leg bouncing showing he was still struggling to actually find it in him to sleep without his bed.
The six of you usually booked the room on Friday nights from nine to two, blocking the time to try and catch up on work before the weekend. It was either the time you got the most work done or none at all. You're surprised it took beomgyu this long to finally turn away from his assignment at this point he's usually at the whiteboard doodling or trying to get everyone to play dirty hangman.
It was easier to get all of you together here instead of one of your small dorms, the space hardly big enough for three people let alone six. In the library you didn't have to worry about cramming together, the fourth floors study spaces equipped with long tables and eight chairs. Out of the two libraries on campus this one didn't have many people visit often, especially not when the walk from any of the dorms was twice as long. The fourth floor was empty and quiet except for the group's laughter on nights you didn't worry about work.
“You didn't answer that question,” beomgyu points out again, pointer finger pushing away your hand blocking the screen, “what's your favorite scary movie?”
“I didn't answer it because I can't choose,” you confess, scrolling through the paper you're writing for class.
“Is your homework twenty questions?” soobins voice is muffled, annoyed and sleep-ridden.
“No-”
beomgyu cuts you off before you could explain, brows scrunching as he reads. “Looks like it, this one is ‘what are the rules around sex’ there is no way this actually for your class,”
“What?” this pulls soobins head up, the messy strands of his dark hair sticking up around his forehead.
“Of course you wake up when you hear the word sex,” yeonjun quips, pursing his lips reading over his work on his screen.
“No need to wake up you type so loud i couldn't fall asleep,” soobin says brushing his long fingers through his hair, you always noticed the later it got the grumpier he became, pouting lips and half lidded eyes always making an appearance after midnight.
“It's for my film studies class. We’re learning about the rules of horror,” its clarification enough for soobin who nods but beomgyu lets his head tilt to the side, the vision of a question mark.
“Rules? You can't just send a killer in, have them spill some blood, and call it a day?”
“You could, but i'm sure it would follow a pattern, even without you realizing it,” scrolling through your work you pause on the first option. “First you have to think about the time period when the movie was filmed. Most of the popular ones ranged from the 80’s to the early 2000’s. A huge push in most cultures is the topics of sex, drugs, and money. It's the three things people try to control the most. Throw a bunch of badly behaving teens in with a psycho killer playing god and you can tell the masses how wrong something is. Like having sex,”
“So wrong it would get you killed?”
“Yup, in most, if not all, horror movies the people who have sex on screen or are known for sleeping around get killed off, leaving the poor virgin alive. Main characters who live to the end also don't drink, or do drugs. Rich people aren't safe, especially if you have a big empty house with lots of stairs, doors, and windows. The more for you to make the wrong decision not to exit from,”
“Then who does live?” Kai asks, game paused in hand.
“The girl next door lead, never her boyfriend, the camera man, unless you see him leave the group because you should never leave the group under any circumstances. But everyone else is fair game. Oh and if you say ‘i'll be right back,’ the lines a killer in and of itself,”
“So I'd die because I like to have a good time?” yeonjun asks, fingers paused on his keys as he looks over at you. Everyone but tae is turned in your direction, listening intently.
“Unless you're the killer, or lucky because you weren't in line of the camera when you decided it was smart enough to leave the house. It's very kill or be killed. Another rule is to never trust anyone,”
“The list just gets longer and longer,” soobin sits back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he stretches, “you know i saw this one post on twitter that some people like the whole masked killer thing, gets them off,”
“Of course you would be on twitter looking at stuff like that,” gyu fakes disappointment, shaking his head, “this is exactly why you wouldn't survive, you're a closeted perv,”
“I don't know about closeted perv, he was openly scrolling past hentai the other day in the dorm,” yeonjun is back to typing, soobin kicking the foot of his chair.
“Past it, i didn't pause on it,”
“It was on your for you page! Clearly you have a habit of liking things akin to it,”
“I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, the mask thing. or i guess more so the build up of fear, it's almost like foreplay, your pulse starts going, you get all flushed. And I did see this clip of these two guys dressed up…” this wouldn't be the first time any of you confessed to watching something that turned you on. All of you had been friends for years, growing up nothing had ever been an off limits topic. You can see the video in your head, the way they held the girl between them; how they manhandled her down onto the bed.
“So you and soobin are both freaks,” beomgyu grins, the need to tease showing right in his eyes.
“A threesome is not freaky,” Taehyun states, breaking his silence, hat still over his eyes, fully relaxed and laid back. If you hadn't known the sound of his voice you would have assumed he was still asleep, if he had even been asleep in the first place.
“Agreed, anything over three is a little freaky,” soobin shrugs, bending over halfway out of his chair to pick up his fallen pens.
“So would you? Sleep with more than two people at once?” gyu asks, the tilt back to his head, “this is the true test if you're freaky or not,” he chuckles.
“I mean yeah… would you?” The question is directed at the room and you watch the question lay over them like fog, each of them thinking for a second, blank expressions all the way around.
Taehyun was the first to respond, shrugging his shoulders before nodding briefly, “I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by if it was offered,” It was a unanimous yes from all of them, the hummed agreement not too surprising.
“Done!” yeonjun smashes one last key before stretching big, “finally fucking submitted, and right before we have to leave, im surprised the staff hasnt gotten around to our room yet to kick us out,”
Taehyun pulls his hat from his face, sitting up with a yawn, “good, i needed my bed two hours ago,”
It always felt so good to sleep in on a saturday after a study session like this, you could already feel how cozy it would be to wrap up in your blanket. And even if the mattress was shit with or without the foam topper, it was better than laying out in the chairs like taehyun just was.
All of you cleaned up the space, making sure to tuck in the chairs, pick up the discarded cups of late night bad decision coffee. Squishing in the elevator together, bags bumping into one another before you filed out; passing all the empty desks and empty aisles of books to make it out the front door.
As soon as the outside air hits your cheeks you know it’s going to feel like a long walk back to the dorms. the boys tucking their ears into hoodies, zipping their jackets up, you and kai lived in the dorms on the opposite side of campus from the rest of them, their walk shorter by only a few minutes.
“Okay we’re still on for dinner tomorrow right?” Kai asks the group.
beomgyu’s jumping on the balls of his feet to try to generate some warmth. “literally just text us, I cannot think about tomorrow when i’m this cold and sleepy,”
“Yes, we’re still on, I've been craving anything other than dining hall food for the past week,” yeonjun adds, shivering as he pulls the straps of his bag closer to his chest. “We'll still meet up back here like usual,” he was walking backwards as he said it, already a few steps behind the others, “but see you guys tomorrow or should I say ‘i’ll be right back!’” he jokingly yells while the others wave goodbye.
“don’t play jjunie, you might be next! don’t trust anyone!” He gives you a silent salute in response as you and Kai head out for your walk.
Instinctively the two of you are shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another every other step. Silence following each muffled step on the pavement. Sometimes the two of you didn't say anything until you split on the elevators. a quick ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you tomorrow’ thrown out as you step out on your floor, waving as the doors closed back up so he could go up one more level. Other nights it was the two of you giggling trying to keep it down as you walked under the moonlight, too late to be loud.
You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as the wind hits the treeline. spots of orange light from the spaced out street lights are rare, casting the two of you in darkness every time the moon is behind the clouds; every several feet the hash light is back in your path.
“So you'd live? In a horror movie?” Kai asks, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders to his ears from the cold. The wind is hitting him right in the face, tossing his hair from his eyes where he liked to keep it. He asks it so softly, the question highlighted in the divot of his brow, nose pink, face washed in the glow from the moon.
“I'm not really a virgin so…,” it's not an embarrassing confession but when it's this late with his eyes trained solely on you it's like a spilled glass of red wine on white sheets. Impossible to look away from.
“You wouldn't live for knowing how people survive?”
“The smart ones usually die from bad luck, they know to head for the car waiting in the lot but forget the keys or if the keys are still in the ignition they never check the back seat. They know if you run into the woods to escape you can hide, but how unlucky for a rusty forgotten bare trap to be waiting for your next step. or if you miss that one here's a log to trip over, only to tumble down a hill and break your neck. Call the police? You're in the one movie a phone works only for you to forget never trust anyone because the police work for the killer,”
“So none of us make it?” It's such an open question the way he asks it, the hopeful twinge hitting the ending, twisting it into something it shouldn't be. Written right over his features the soft words unsaid, can't we? There has to be a way.
“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,”
“I know, it's only a question,” he's so easily flustered when alone, second guessing everything he says, as if one slip up will make you hate him. Now he's blushing, both of you falling back into comfortable silence. You can tell he's thinking by the way he's biting at his cheek, eyes watching his feet, making sure not to miss one step. You assume it's the end of what he has to say, his silence following you all the way back to your floor. The elevator doors opened finally giving him the courage to speak up. “Do you…”
“Hum?” you lift your arm to hold the doors open, turned to see him struggling to get the words out.
“Do you want to come with me to my parents cabin,” he says it all in a rush, avoiding looking you in the eyes just in case you reject him. “I mean you don't have to, the guys won't be there and if it makes you uncomfortable-” he cuts himself off, hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his embarrassment, “forget it- forget i said anything,”
“It's okay, I'd love to go. where is it?”
“Um it's like two hours from campus, my parents need me to check on it just cause and i thought, why not make a weekend of it? I mean, you can finally sleep on a real mattress, not whatever was issued here,”
A weekend away did sound good, perfect after the semester you were having. And Kai is as sweet as they come, spending time with him wouldn't be bad at all. “Sure, when are you thinking?”
“Next week?”
It was all so very innocent, a sweet boy asking a girl to join him on a weekend getaway. He even packed you snacks for the drive, let you pick all the music, and made sure to carry your bag in when you arrived.
You weren't stupid enough not to realize why you were here and the other boys didn't get an invite. The whole week you thought it over, pushing around the idea of being with him. And you could tell he was tossing it around all throughout the drive, periodically blushing without saying a thing to you, hands tightening on the steering wheel; knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Halfway through the drive you realized exactly what he meant by cabin. Not the kind sitting near the edge of a trail, but one hidden deep into the woods for perfect seclusion. Kai had a late class to make up for and the two of you didn't get started on the drive until the sun was already setting behind the trees. Every shadow thrown across the road drew longer and longer as the car kept on.
The gravel driveway leading up to the cabin was a stretch, but when you finally broke past the winding path the gleaming two story was not very cabin like. The windows reflecting the cars headlights back at you expanded most of the first level. Wraparound porch dotted with chairs, and a swinging bench. As soon as kai killed the engine the silence stumbled in, darkness spilling over the scene as you climbed out of your seat.
“This place is huge,” you whisper, as if anything louder would disrupt the peace of the outdoors. You held your phone's flash up in front of you, huening fumbling to put the key into the lock on the first try. Each attempt from his shaking hand failed.
“Here,” you took the key into your own hand, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
“Sorry,” his voice wavering as he flips on the light switch, “i'm just- you know-,” he cuts himself off not wanting any more embarrassment to follow him.
As soon as the lights come on you can't see anything outside, the windows a reflection of the room. A tv hanging over a huge stone fireplace, welcoming couches spaced out in a semi circle around a wooden coffee table, a bar topped with dusty glasses pushed in the corner. Kai kicks off his shoes by the door, walking further in you notice the dark hallway leading deeper into the first floor, a staircase waiting right by the entrance. But kai ignores it all while walking towards the kitchen.
“I mostly have to check the doors and windows to make sure no one broke in,” he's trying to fill the silence, rambling to kill his nerves,”one year we had someone steal the tv, we don't really leave much now just incase, so that's why it looks so empty,”
“People actually drive all the way out here and break in? The last time i saw a turn off the road before this one was an hour ago,”
“You never know, it's best to just check and fill out a report sooner rather than later,” in the kitchen the backdoor is made of two foggy planes of glass, only the outline of kai seen in the weavering shape. He twists the knob and to your surprise it gives way and opens, “damn one of my sisters must have forgotten to lock it last they were here,” You lean your hip against the kitchen island, taking his explanation as is.
“They come out here to check too?”
“Rarely they mostly come with their friends but stopped when they realized there is zero phone service this far out,”
“There isn't?” you hadn't even checked to see if your phone was working, “what if someone had broken in? You have no phone to make a call from,”
He chuckles pointing past your shoulder, right on the end of the counter a sleek black cordless landline rests in its holder, the blinking red light showing one waiting voicemail. “Sometimes it can be spotty but for the most part its a solid line of communication,”
Hand still on the knob of the backdoor he locks the door before walking over to the pantry, finding only a crate of dusty wine and a stack of old jiffy pop popcorn.
“Wait, I didn't think they made these anymore,” you reach out for the thin metal handle attached to the panshapped popcorn container. Shaking it you hear the rattle of the kernels, “when i was younger i thought it was just something people had in movies,”
“My sisters and i love the stuff, it's also easy to pop outside over the fire,”
“So all you leave is popcorn and wine when you're not staying here?” you tap the crate of wine with your foot, his grin boyish and shy.
“It's a good thing for us now i guess,”
It's what leads you to sharing the bottle, passing it by the neck as he gives you a tour of the house. His lips right at the spout, nerves loosening up with each sip he takes, creaking steps leading up the second floor. “And here is my room,”
It’s right at the end of the hall, bed neatly made with a single stuffed penguin sitting against the pillows. “You left him here all alone?” You ask, picking up the plushie, Kai's standing in front of the closet, the slatted doors making up most of the wall behind him facing the bed.
He shrugs placing the half full wine bottle down on his dresser, “someone needed to protect my prize possession,” he falls right onto the mattress, head thrown back, hair spilling against the pillows, “i always sleep so good in this bed,” cheeks flushed from the wine, half lidded eyes watching you from under his lashes. It's an invitation you don't pass up.
You climb in after him, feeling relaxed from drinking even if it was only a little bit, you can tell it's helped him too, his lazy smile so blissful. “I'm sure this bed is good for other things too,” you don't even care about being bold, not alone with him under you as you dip your head, nose brushing his.
The first kiss is so soft, a brush of lips together lasting no longer than a second. Kai whines in the back of his throat, an ache for more hidden in the desperate sound. It's addicting to have someone seem so needy for your attention, his legs instinctively tangling with yours, hand at the back of your neck pulling you back down for another kiss.
The two of you fumbling to feel at each other, your hand sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, his stomach flexing at the brush of your cold fingertips. His hand at your waist pulling you closer to him, needing you as close as he can get you. The kiss is sloppy in seconds, his tongue sliding against yours, noses bumping as you breath in each other. You can feel that he's semi-hard, pressed against your thigh between his legs.
He's a mess, whimpering when you pull away to take off your sweater, leaving you braless in a tank top. greedy hands back on you, pulling you back down on top of him, he’s grinding onto you desperately, fully hard from only kissing.
every little noise he makes is caught in your mouth, his fingers fumbling for the button on your jeans. you have to pull away after his failed attempt, giggling as you brush his hair back, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening we have all night,” you remind him, “I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” he's looking up at you with total devotion, with an expression that lets you know he'd let you do anything if you asked.
“Please?” and it doesn't even matter what he's begging for, you would let him do just about anything in return for looking at you like that.
You're quick to rid yourself of your pants, falling back to the bed and letting him roll on top of you. Hands in his hair as he presses into you, one hand holding himself up while the other snakes down between you two. The soft gasp you let out eggs him on, drawing soft circles over your clothed clit like he knows exactly what to do. You twist your fingers into his hair, his lips tracing down your neck, hips back to grinding into your thigh. At first you don't notice the smell of popcorn. It's faint upstairs, wafting in through the vents, buttery and warm as kai slips his fingers into you. Your hips rolling on his hand, meeting every thrust, heel of his palm pressed to your clit.
It isn't until the popcorn starts to burn that you say something, the tang in the air subtle as kai sucks hickeys on your sensitive skin. “Is something on fire?”
Kai pulls away from the crook of your neck, “what the fuck?” breathing deeply to catch the scent. It's clear in the air now, hanging around like a question. “Stay here,”
it's so unceremonious when he pulls his hand from your panties, fingers dropping onto his tongue to clear them, “i'll be right back, okay?”
“O-okay,” you're confused more than anything, knees pulling in feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. It's silent in the house, the soundtrack of your kissing dimmed to nothing, before it's replaced with the creaking of his dissipating steps down the stairs.
You feel a little foolish sitting in his bed, the crumpled sheets and discarded plushie a reminder that this is not normal for a hook up at all. Letting out a long breath you push out of the bed, all relaxation felt before now gone as you reach for the wine bottle on the dresser. You take a heavy swig from the bottle, needing your courage back. It felt silly to worry over burnt popcorn.
Your stomach turns, sickening realization settling in. the two of you had only picked up the wine, neither of you even put the jiffy pop close to the stove's burners. You're quick to look for your phone, checking in the pile of your clothes on the floor, and finding nothing. Your bag was by the door downstairs, right next to the shoes, if your phone wasnt up here it was bound to be in your bag.
You didn't say anything as you made it to the top of the stairs, not until the phone rang. Not the familiar song that came through your speakers but the deft echo of a warning siren. The kind of ringtone that was played in a movie when someone was receiving bad news, and it didn't stop, traveling up the stairs, playing once, twice, until nothing but silence.
“Huening?” your voice wasn't as strong as you wished, faulting at the end as you took your first step down the stairs.
No response.
The last step creaks under your weight, the sound triggering the phone, that chilling ringtone back in the air. All the lights are on, nothing outside the windows visible as you watch your reflection walk past. You look right at the front door as you walk past, all of your things still in place, even Kai's shoes are still right where he left them.
In the kitchen you find the ringing phone, the little screen bright green as it shows the incoming call. The skins faucet turned on, the pelting water beating down on the thin aluminum foil of the jiffy pop, hastily tossed into the basin. Thin rivulets of smoke still curling from the singed popcorn. The stove's gas burner still lit with a blue flame.
The ringing continues as you turn everything off, feeling suddenly too cold and alone standing under the golden lights. It doesn't help that you're only dressed in your panties and tanktop, bare feet padding across the tile to pick you the phone.
Unknown caller. Read the directory, not even the number shown underneath. You hit answer before you could think better of it.
“Hello?” your pulse was in your ears, washing down your neck, but you're stunned to recognize the voice over the phone.
“What's your favorite scary movie?”
You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up before you respond, “kai, are you using the ghostface voice on me right now? You already had your hand down my pants no need for the theatrics,”
You can't even pick up a trace of his real voice over the filter, the soft chuckle on the other line trickling down your spine. “You didn't answer my question, you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”
“So we’re quoting the movie now?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop. “Should i go all in and start asking to make it to the sequel?”
He chuckles, so soft and sensual, unlike his usual boisterous laugh. “Maybe…but a little birdie told me that you're not a virgin and you know what happens to those who sleep around right?”
“Enlighten me,” you cross your arms smiling at your reflection in the window. It's a bit silly to be here roleplaying in the first place but it's not like you're against it. What gets you is that it's coming from kai of all people. So soft and sweet, giggling and shyly walking you home. But you truly never know what a persons into until you're faced first with it.
“They don't last very long,” so smug as he says it.
“They don't?”
“Nope, and you have a list of things that you've already done wrong. I don't know if you truly deserve to make it to the sequel,”
“Oh? What did I do wrong?” you smile, checking out your nails, thumb running along the bed of your cuticles as you listen.
“Humm, let me see. First you're all alone in that big old house, did anyone ever tell you never to go into the dark and scary woods all alone?”
“I'm not alone, i have you,”
He ignores the last half of your statement, “Aren't you? hum, funny how i don't see the boytoy around anymore,”
“I can't believe you planned all of this, who knew you would be so freaky? I can't say that it doesn't turn me on though,”
“Oh? How cute that you still think I'm your little boyfriend. I mean didn't you see the signs? The door was unlocked in the back, popcorn on the stove when you didn't put it there, and now a missing boy toy. It's a shame you seem to have forgotten everything you've learned in class, or maybe it was the wine,”
“A few sips won't make me stupid, seriously huening come out, i want to get back into your bed,” you push off the counter, walking back toward the living room until you're stopped dead in your tracks. The sound isn't coming from the phone but just up ahead around the corner.
Your laugh echoes in the empty house, followed by your own words, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening, we have all night, I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,”
You follow each line into the living room, the tv on and showing a video of only minutes ago.
“Please?” kais weavering voice seems so loud here instead of between you two.
You can see yourself push down your pants, watch the way the two of you fall right back into each other. Only now you're seeing it from the perspective of the closet, it's the only place you could think of that he would have placed the camera. The slats of the wood even in frame. It's like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on top of you. Standing in front of the tv as if you're Carrie from the prom and someones set up a cruel joke.
“Cute huh?” the voice over the phone asks, that little laugh following right after, “i sure think it is. Look at the way your body reacts to his fingers, you’ll be that pretty for me won't you?”
You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, the house too big for this kind of game. Even just standing there now alone it felt like you were a fish in a bowl, stuck to be watched from all sides. And not from the video but from the figure standing right on the outside of the window.
He was dressed in all black, nothing like what kai had been wearing before. And covering his face the dripping white mask of ghostface. You only catch a glimpse because the lights are on but it's enough to remind you that maybe this isn't a joke. “Are you outside?”
“I don't know? Am i?” but as he says it you see down the hallway a dark figure step out of a doorway.
Everything in you freezes, your heart rate plummeting, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. You hadn't even noticed your fingers had been trembling before, not until your deathgrip on the phone starts to hurt. “Don't hang up on me,” he warns over the line, but the person down the hall doesnt even have a phone in sight, his slow prowl reminding you to move.
You take off back towards the kitchen, the back door playing in your head as the best possible exit but as soon as you're in front of it, tugging on a door knob needs to be unlocked you see the haze reflection of two more figures waiting right against the glass. You can hear the laugh of the person on the phone even if it's not to your ear as you rush to pull open any drawer that might have something in it to protect you. But every pull leads you to find nothing at all, “what the fuck!”
The door shakes as they try to pull it open, the glass rattling as you lift the phone back to your ear, “okay huening, that's enough, i get it, ha ha, funny, but seriously-”
“Were you looking for a knife?” he cuts you off, voice so calm when you're falling apart.
“What?” you're exasperated, huffing the question like it's a slap in the face.
“I know where one is, if you want it,”
It's then that the masked man from the hall comes into the kitchen, the steel knife in his hands glinting in the light. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” youre desprate to find an explanation for this. The island is between the two of you, his head tilting to the side, the open mouth of the mask mocking you as he takes slow steps around the marble. You're matching his every move, both of you circling the kitchen like two fighters waiting for the ding of a bell.
The door rattles again, the sound making you yelp, hand pressed to your racing heart. It's the distraction you need to bolt right through the kitchens arch way and run to the front door.
You're moving so fast you have little time to slow down, partially slamming into the door, fingers fast to twist the locks.
As soon as it's opened you're standing face to face with another ghostface mask, his black clad outfit sticking to his figure as he towers over you, phone hovering right over the mask's gaping mouth. “Hum not out the front door i guess,”
You try to slam the door shut but his boot clad foot moves fast catching it right before it could close completely. Spinning you run towards the stairs, the sound of their following footsteps close behind. The door to the bedroom is still wide open as you barrel through turning around and throwing the door closed and twisting the lock.
But it's only a moment of relief when you feel a hand clasp around your mouth. Your scream is muffled from their fingers, your eyes closing as if that would fix the situation, the phone in your hand falling to the floor, “Shhh it's okay,” Kai whispers, a strong arm wrapping around your middle pulling you closer to him.
The weight is lifted off your shoulders hearing his voice, hands wrapping around the one covering your mouth to tug it away. “What is going on?” you ask, pulling yourself away from him. your back is to the door and he steps closer backing you right up against it.
“Didn't you say you found it kinda hot, the whole fear thing?” he asks, leaning close enough to kiss, “i wanted to make it extra special for you, and you don't mind if we all share you, right?” his knuckle lifts your chin up so you’re eye to eye, nose to nose, his normal shy smile turned devilish. “All you have to do is say no,”
It was crazy to say yes. your heart still pounding, breathing only just starting to regulate, and yet you want him, you want them. “I-I don’t- I don’t want to say no,”
“Then don’t,” he pushed his whole body against yours, engulfing you in his warmth, taking you for another kiss like you hadn’t left the room at all. You don't even notice him unlocking the door, not until the knob is shaking against your back.
Kai pulls you towards the bed, the closet doors behind him open showing the empty space with a lone camera on a tripod. The red light looking back at you like a warning, you looked right down the barrel of the lens wondering if you would ever see this again, and praying that you did. Kai fit his fingers over you eyes, “don't look at it, don’t think about its there,”
You hear a chuckle, so similar to the one over the phone, only without the filter. Now so easily recognizable as yeonjun, you can picture the way his mouth looks as he does it, his canines on display as he smirks. You don't even have to see him to know, you've known all of them so long you're sure one touch and you could guess who was who. And with both of kais hands on your eyes the brush of someone's fingers on your cheek lets you know exactly who it is. Soobins hands are the softest of the bunch and your face tilts in his direction. “Soobin?”
he lets out a huff of a laugh, “you caught me. And you know it's kind of rude not to open the back door when we come knocking,”
“You scared me,” it's a soft confession that they all chuckle at.
“Did we?” beomgyu teases, so much closer than you expected, the ghost of his touch going up your arm, goosebumps popping up along the trail.
Your senses are on overdrive, pulse loud enough to be heard if one listens close enough, every little thing heightened by your fading fear and covered eyes. You feel a hand slip down your stomach stopping right before your panty line, a single finger sliding under the waistline to pull it and let it snap back against your skin. You jolt from the contact, body flush with kai’s, his hard cock pressed to your back.
You hear rustling from the closet, and kai lets you go, letting you see yeonjun taking the camera in hand. He's adjusting the viewfinder, the others standing in a circle around you, it should be intimidating, the masks off now, looking at you like you're something to eat. It's taehyun that steps forward first, thumb reaching out to drag across your bottom lip. You open your mouth letting him press the digit flat against your tongue.
“You’ll be good for us, won't you?” he asks, and you close your mouth sucking his finger as you nod. He smirks, “i want first,”
It's all he says before he's pushing you down on the bed. It's so quick the air is almost knocked right out of you, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the beds duvet cover. It's almost a shame how wet you already are, the way your panties are cut away, the cold knife in taehyuns free hand only just brushing your skin. The fabric tossed around from person to person. “I did most of the work,” kai adds as you bury your face into the sheets, “she wouldn't be this prepped if i didn't start early,”
“And that's why you have to wait,” “You didn't even get her off,” they talk over each other.
“You guys didn't give me time!” kai tries but they ignore him when you give a sharp whine.
Taehyun shoves his fingers right into you, your body so willing to take him in. but you hear his belt being undone with one hand, and it's a shame you cant see the way his cock looks from this angle, because as he pressed the tip right at your entrance, slick fingers helping to lude up his veiny shaft, you can tell he's going to be the perfect stretch.
Your moan as he sinks into your warm heat is echoed by the rest of them, a choir of the perfect voices turned husky and wanting. “Holy shit,” teahyun breathes his hand pressed right to your lower back, your feet dangling right off the edge of the bed, toes only just barely touching the ground.
“Doesn't she feel amazing?” kai asks, “fuck i bet she fits like a fucking dream,” gyu adds as he walks over to the other side of the bed climbing in to lay against the headboard. His zipper was already undone, pants low on his hips as he watched you get pounded into.
Because tae was not holding back anymore, it felt like he had been waiting all night for this exact moment, to chase his high without question. And your pussy was so welcoming, sucking him in, practically begging for his cum.
Yeonjun walked around the bed, zeroing the camera in on you as your legs bend, heel of your feet pushing on taes thighs. Taehyun wraps his hands in your hair, tugging your head back, extending your throat to the camera, arching your back just right, “i want to be able to watch back how you looked while i fucked you okay?”
“Oh, look at that, huening marked up our toy already,” soobin reaches out a finger, tracing over the hickey kai had left on your skin, your eyes were wide and begging as you watched him, mouth caught open in a moan as taes thrusts turned sloppy. “Fuck, look at that mouth,”
yeonjun bent down to catch the image. “I think someone needs to fill it,”
Soobin didn't need to be told twice. He was tugging his cock out of his jeans, leaking precum already dotting the tip as he gave it long languid strokes. Your mouth was already watering at the sight, knowing taking him down your throat would be a task but one you wouldn't back away from.
But taehyun was already cumming, orgasm cresting as he slammed his hips into your ass, cock twitching as he let out a deep rumbling moan. He let go of your hair, head falling forward into the duvet as he stilled inside you pressing as close as he could get, the tip of his cock hitting you just right as he spilled inside you.
“I want next!” gyu calls out, raising his hand like he knows the answer to a question.
“No-” soobin starts but beomgyu is already moving from his stop on the bed as taehyun pulls out, the gush of warmth leaving your cunt dripping down your thighs. Yeonjun is quick to catch the sight on film.
“Look at that,” it sounds so endearing coming from him, a true sight to behold as you whine from the feeling of being empty. You feel like a ragdoll as soobin pulls on you, tugging you further up the bed so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him.
“Open,” his tip is already prodding at your lips. You feel the bed dip behind you, gyu finding his place as he drags his fingers through the leaking cum traveling down your legs, he does his best to shove it right back into you, fingers dragging over your clit, circling it as soobin shoves his cock right into your mouth.
You give a muffled yelp, tongue flattening to make it easier for him to slide in and out of. His head is rolling back, hair spilling around his ears as he moans. He twists his fingers in your hair, both hands wrapping around your head to bob you up and down on his dick like his own personal toy. You're nails dig into the sheets, the sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat taking up the most sound.
Beomgyu keeps one hand on your clit and the other guides his cock into you, he's quick to snap his hips forward sending you forward on soobin, until you're choking for air. Moans sending vibrations up along soobins shaft. His eyes tighten, needing to pull away before he cums too quickly, face flushed red as rivulets of your saliva still connect you to him.
The constant pressure put on your clit from beomgyus fingers has your stomach tightening in knots. Now that you're not taking soobin in beomgyu picks up his pace, the skin on skin slapping sounds melding with your whines. “I want you to cum for me, i want to be the first one to make you cum, please,” he sounds so desperate, not matching the way he drills into you, tip hitting your cervix in a mix of painful pleasure. He can feel your fluttering walls, every particularly hard thrust making your cunt react just right. And when you cum hes a blubbering mess, “fuck fuck fuck-” not expecting to cum so fast, but youre drawing it out of him, with each little sound you make. He's almost embarrassed by how long he cums for, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder blade, his dick pulsing inside you, curses turning to nonsense, the drawn out, “fuuu- ahh, ah,”
“Look at how pretty she looks when she cums,” yeonjun smiles, bringing the camera close to catch the way you are trying to blink the spots from your vision, “soobin next? Or maybe kai? Both of them seem to have waited so long for you,”
Kai leans back against the dresser, arms crossed as he watches you, expressionless as he follows the shape of your body. Only one of your tank tops straps are on, your breasts already spilling out from the thin fabric, soobins eyes caught on your peaked nipples as he strokes himself. But you look back over to huening, the way he's standing there like he's unaffected at all. But you know it's not true, not when he's straining in his pants, the bulge itself drives you insane. “Hyuka?”
The shyness in your voice is what does it for him, beomgyu only just pulling out of you with a hiss. More cum dribbling out as he pushes his hair back looking at his handiwork. Yeonjun is right next to him too, getting the perfect shot.
Taehyun languidly lounges back against the headboard, cock still hard as it rests against his stomach, hand wrapped around the base as he watches you. It distracts you enough not to see kai moving replacing gyus spot.
Kai wraps his hand in your hair but unlike taehyun he forcefully pushes your head down into the mattress. The whole mit of his hand cups your skull, your whimper making him chuckle. His free hands traced up your side, slipping under your tank top as he feels along your skin. “You know I was thinking about this the whole walk back after our study night?” his hand dips down fingers sliding along your wetness, “i kept thinking about how perfect it would be to absolutely ruin you,”
You're already sensitive from finishing already and kai can tell as your thighs tremble but it wont stop him from pinching your clit. Your hips push back against him, yelping as he goes on to rub circles over the bundle of nerves. “Seeing it happen- watching you get used as a little cum dump is so much better than I ever imagined,” he works your clit, building up his speed until your back is arching, nails biting into your palm as you feel your orgasm building too quickly. You're trying to rock back into his hand but the way he has you bent helps very little. Your cries heighten until he pulls it all away.
“No huening please!”
“Aww how cute, she's begging,” beomgyu laughs and you're whimpering in response.
“Kai…please!”
“You're already doing so well because i want you begging to be filled with my cum, crying from how badly you want it,” his hand goes back to your cunt, pressing into your clit rubbing at a pace that has you seeing stars, your hands scratch out for looking for anything to hold onto. Yeonjun takes your hand in his keeping the camera facing your reaction as your eyes roll back. Its in the middle of your climax that kai pushes his cock into you, finding a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the matterss.
“Beg for it,” he growls, hand in your hair twisting in the strands. You can feel him all the way to your throat, stretched out so good, he presses right into your gspot like he was made for you.
“P-please- hyuka i need it- i-” you cant even get the words out anymore, the squeaking of the bed building as he increases his speed. You can hear the wet sounds of the other boys jerking off, “i want your c-cum, i need it,”
“Louder,” yeonjun mutters in front of you, your death grip on his hand not loosening anytime soon.
“I want it! I need your cum, please!” But Huenings is so lost chasing his own high that he drops his hand from your clit to grab your hip, his bruising hold and brutal thrusts making you cry out.
Beomgyu reaches down under you, fingers finding just the right rhythm to send you over the edge at the same time kai cums. His faltering thrusts and throaty moans makes you feel weak. Your cunt is strangling his cock, his release pushed as deep as he could get it into you. When he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, completely used up.
It feels never ending body too tired already when you feel soobin climb into the bed. He lays right behind your exhausted form, both of you on your sides facing yeonjun, “look who's next, do you think you could get another one out of her? I hear you're only a freak in theory and not practice,”
But soobin doesn't take the bait, one hand sliding under you and wrapping around your chest, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers twisting your hard nipple, and the other lifting your leg to get better access to your leaking cunt. Your thighs are so sticky soobins fingers slip on his hold, having to tighten his grip to make sure he can keep you open. He's been ready since the start, his cock aching as it prods your now puffy swollen cunt, so used you're sure you would be sore for days.
When he sinks in your whimpers are so soft they are hardly heard. Yeonjun is kneeling on the floor, arm holding the camera resting on the bed. He captures the way soobins dick slides in with ease, no resistance now with how much slick is coming out of you. Every drag of soobins cock comes away stained in white. A ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your skin with every thrust.
His breathy moans are lost against your neck, pitiful little sounds before he's muttering, “im sorry, oh god- im-”
“Don't you dare cum yet,” yeonjun warns soobin, who pauses his thrusts trying to listen but can't find it in him to restrain. Yeonjuns fingers pinch at your clit, your whole body reacting to the feeling, jolting you back to life as you cum. soobin unable to handle the pressure and is a complete mess, whimpering as he pulls you closer, hugging you as if he could merge bodies.
It took him a while to finally pull out, a much needed break for only a few breaths before yeonjun passes the camera to taehyun to keep the filming going. You can feel the weakness all the way down to your bones, sure if you stand you could collapse to the floor, legs too weak to hold you up. But yeonjun is looking at you like you're being served on a silver platter, all done up with all the best fixings.
“Best for last huh?” he grins climbing over you brushing under your eye to catch a single tear that's fallen from your overstimulation. “Its so fun to see you so dumb on cock, so unlike how we usually see you,”
You hum in response as he pushes your legs open, hands at the back of your knees pushing them to your chest. When he puts them over his shoulders you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks into your wet heat. Bent in half you feel your toes curling, sure that if you came one more time you would be better off sleeping for the next year. “I think this is good practice, don't you?” he asks like you'll respond to him with anything other than a string of muffled whimpers. Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his skin as he takes a slow pace. It's like he's apologizing, lips peppering across your cheek, down your neck. “We’ll keep you so happy, stuffed full like you deserve. Would you like that?”
You're nodding, eyes closing as he uses you. You don't even notice the way your body is reacting, that slow rise of your next orgasm building up, “i-” you can’t think about cumming again already feeling so dumbed out.
“Hum? Are you going to cum, pretty?” he picks up his pace, sinking his hips and hitting you right against your g spot. Your head rolls back as it washes over you, body tightening until you feel like you’ve combusted into little particles. “Oh look at that, so perfect for me, your pussy feels so good when it's squeezing me like this,” it's all he says before he’s trembling, a guttural moan taking over as he cums, you swear you can feel its warmth spreading throughout you. And when he pulls out he takes the camera back from taehyun focusing it in on the sight of all the combined release staining your folds.
“Look at how she pushes it out,” beomgyu says, mesmerized by the way you look leaking so much cum. But it's Kai who leans down, fingers collecting anything he can before shoving all the cream right back into you. “Its almost like she wants us to fuck it right back in,”
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 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
