BEOMZ

ah. your sweet spot.

and oh. he’s scissoring your hole wider.

you can’t help but rut your dick into the sheets erratically.

“right there, baby? am i making you feel good—?” he whines.

fuck, yes, doing so well, bunny, such a good boy for me!

your thoughts definitely didn’t come out very coherently, but whatever, soobin understood anyway… you think. he pinches your thigh harshly when you call him a good boy, however, so you know that got through at least.

you gasp and bite the pillow when he does that. god, you’re such a masochist.

“fuck, you tightened up when i did that— you like that don’t you…”

it’s late, and you have to stay quiet, but it’s just so hard. you breathe through your nose in an effort to muffle out the moans that threaten to tumble out.

soobin’s unbelievably large hands seem to invade every inch of your body. the hand that’s on your thigh adjusts to grab its squishy flesh; the intense pressure from his fingertips burn white-hot in a fiery mix of pleasure and pain.

then you can vaguely notice another finger circling your rim.

fuck. you’re fucked. how are you going to survive this.

“can i? baby, can i?”

“please,” you say, hoarsely.

and with a push, it’s in.

past the slim first joint, past the slight bulge of his middle joint. it slides all the way to the knuckle.

you moan lowly, raggedly, into your tear-stained pillow.

“fuck, you’re so tight still, how is it gonna fit—” soobin sounds just as broken as you. you can feel his clothed dick throbbing against your leg; he’s holding back from moving.

the hand on your thigh moves to lift your hips up towards him, and he crooks his three fingers towards your sweet spot.

you shatter into a million little pieces under his touch.

you whimper, higher and higher, until your voice cracks, a silent scream pushing against your closed lips.

you seize up, back arching, ass pushing towards his hand. your eyes squeeze shut.

you cum.

you hear, feel, see white. your brain feels like it’s leaking out of your ears.

you’ve definitely ruined the sheets now…

soobin bites your shoulder as you ride out your earth-shaking orgasm. like a display of ownership.

you finally collapse, all limbs going limp. the sticky warmth spreads onto your stomach, but you don’t care.

you turn your head laboriously to the side. “in—side, please, wan’ you inside…” you whimper.

“but you just came, baby,” he says. “are you sure you’re ready?”

“mmmm, yeah, don’ care… need you t’ wreck me…”

soobin will.

he’ll put you back together, too, piece by piece.

— — —

"yeonjunie~" soobin says, imitating the voice yeonjun uses when he randomly talks about himself in third person. you try really hard not to smile at him.

you knew yeonjun was just a good friend but the sudden thought that there might be more to their relationship than what you're aware of makes your blood boil. "that's it? where did you guys go?" your hands slowly trail down his chest, pinning him in place.

"we just ate some dinner, visited a few bars, walked around the city. had a lot of fun."

you hum in disapproval. "really? what kind of fun?"'

"wouldn't you like to know~?"

that's it. you push him down onto his knees, face hovering directly over your crotch. you hold his chin tightly in one hand, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.

"i told you, don't play any more fucking games with me soobin." you spat. "you're gonna tell me why you only got home at 4 am unless you wanna be left alone here for the rest of the night."

soobin can feel his hard-on blooming as you command him around. he keeps up the bratty act in hopes that you keep treating him just like this. he doesn't say anything and just looks up at you with a pout.

you scoff. "i know what you're doing, choi soobin. i see right through you." you let go of his chin roughly, making his head whip to the side. "time for me to head to bed, then."

he doesn't process your footsteps trailing away until he sees that you aren't standing in front of him anymore. he peels himself off the ground and follows you to your room, disregarding the fact that you slammed the door in his face.

"ahhh, let me in…" soobin whines. "pleaseee. i'll be good this time, i promise…"

now you have the freedom to laugh behind your unlocked door, waiting for soobin to realize he can just walk on in. you sit on the edge of the bed, expecting him to come in soon.

you see the doorknob rattle and almost fully turn for a whole minute before all movement halts. at last, it slowly turns and you see the same drunken, disheveled soobin walk through your door once again.

he trudges over between your legs, on his knees once more. soobin's head rests on your thigh and you can't resist carding a hand through his hair.

"baby, please." soobin's muffled voice vibrates throughout your legs, feeling like an electric current just ran up your spine. "i didn't do anything bad, i swearrrr," he slurs.

you pull his face up using the hand in his hair. somehow his face looks even more flushed and his eyelids are starting to fall. how pretty.

"sure, sure. prove it to me." you don't miss the growing tent in his jeans.

"i'll do anything. please," his whines always sound like music to your ears.

"go on. i'm sure you know what to do from here." your hands rest behind you as you lean back to take in the full view.

like a dog executing a command for a treat, soobin wastes no time pulling off your sweats and holding your shirt above your navel. he kisses your thighs and above your waistband, carelessly leaving trails of spit everywhere. he mouths over your bulge, laying heavy in your boxers. you groan at how your cock isn't even out and he already looks so needy.

he lets your clothes pool at your ankles and you kick them off to the side. he tries to sneakily rut his cock onto your calf and you close his thighs with your feet. "don't get ahead of yourself, soobin-ah. how greedy." that cute little pout appears again but it looks even better with your cock on his lips.

he licks the tip just once and instantly sinks down onto your whole length. you can't help but roll your eyes into the back of your head as you feel how deep into his throat you are. he bobs his head up and down like he's on a mission and frankly, he is.

"doing so good, bunny. almost made me forget why i was mad at you." that does nothing but spur him on even more, working hard to make you completely forget why he ended up here in the first place.

his pretty pink lips wrapped around your cock is definitely a sight to behold. you hold him by the back of his head, pitying the desperation in his actions. it's about time you've used him properly.

you stand up, keeping his mouth stuffed and making sure he doesn't move on his own. "i bet you're all leaking and soaked by now, huh?" you tease. it only brings a whine from soobin's throat which makes you even more dazed.

both of your hands wrap around his head and move him up and down on your cock. the slide is way too easy and warm, just as you expected from the self-proclaimed throat goat.

all you can hear is the wet gurgles and slaps of soobin's mouth and his heavy breathing through his nose. everything feels absolutely perfect.

"you better not fuck with me again, choi soobin. unless you don't wanna be used like this anymore, up to you." soobin groans even louder and grasps at your thighs like he's trying to apologize.

"it's okay. i know you want to swallow this load like the slut you are." he nods his head viciously, jostling your cock in his mouth quickly and that's all it takes.

you bury yourself down his throat with one last thrust, feeling his nose poke at your navel. once soobin feels your cum paint his throat, he moans along with you.

"shit, soobin. my cute bunny," you sigh. he pulls himself back and kisses your tip one last time.

"baby, help me." he says with his voice all hoarse. "please."

it would be fun to play with him for a little more, but the both of you know you can't resist the fucked out look in his eyes begging for more.

"sit on the bed." he moves to sit on the edge where you were. "nuh-uh, near the headboard."

you keep your shirt on as you move between his legs to keep it fair since you'll only undress his lower half. when you peel off his boxers with a big wet stain right in the middle you can't help but smile. but you're also surprised he hasn't fully spilled in his pants just yet.

"look at you, rock hard from sucking me off and being yelled at."

now that he's in your bed, he starts to sober up. "you're just so hot, i can't help it."

"right, was yeonjunie hot too?" you say while you start to stroke his obnoxiously hard cock.

his hands move to find something to grab at, but you beat him to it by holding his wrists in place over his stomach. he squirms, "that doesn't matter."

you didn't like that answer, so you dig your thumb into his tip hard. "really? you can be honest. i won't tell him."

soobin throws his head back and groans. "no, no! not as hot as you."

"mhm," is all you hum while going back to stroking him normally, making him continue to butter you up.

"i– fuck. i wouldn't even dream of doing anything with yeonjun hyung. you're way too good to me."

you pause sliding your hand over his cock to fondle his heavy balls. "how am i good to you? i bet yeonjun thought about having you at least once." you watch his neck and ears turn a cute pink, just like how it does when he gets drunk.

"so good," he whines as you squeeze him firmly in all the right places. "no one fucks me like you do. and he wouldn't let me do whatever i'd like to you the way you let me."

you start flicking your wrist, nearly tugging at his cock with how rough your hand grips him. "please, please baby." he tries breaking the grip on his wrists, itching to pull you up for a kiss.

you scoff, "you know exactly what it takes to woo me over, hm? so cute." you go in for a kiss yourself, letting go of his wrists just to see where his hands end up. one behind your head and the other gripping your bicep as your arm works him. without a second to spare, soobin shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy as ever. you bite his plush, pink lip to retaliate.

"now let it all out for me, soobin. i think you've proved yourself enough." you both look down at his cock between your bodies and watch as his load spills all over your hand and drips onto his stomach. your clean hand pats his head, silently telling him he's done a good job.

"so why'd you blush so hard when i mentioned yeonjun could have thought about you like that?"

"no comment!" soobin giggles as he runs to bathroom first. inevitably, you catch him and threaten him to give you an answer before he can even turn the shower on.

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a/n: i hope this fulfills your drunk soobin itch. feel free to leave more requests! my inbox will always be open, just no promises i'll get to writing quickly ><