⌗drunkinlove — soobin comes home drunk and needy …
( c. soobin x fem!reader ) • warnings. drunk soobin, face sitting, language, lowkey sub!soobin 𓄵 word count. 682 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). when is talking about drunk soobin im always talking about the picture about 😭
the sounds of the continuous banging on your door ripped you completely from your slumber; getting up , barely putting your slippers on before making your way to the door.
“baby!”
you could hear your boyfriend through the door. “baby open up!” he was drunk. you opened the door , the taller boy flew into your arms. “no!” he yelled out , probably waking up a few neighbors in the passing. “no don’t look at her.” he stared down at you. “why are you in your underwear baby?”
“well i was sleep before you started banging on my door , waking up the building”
his friends looked confused; “he’s been drinking all night.” taehyun said. “we told him to calm down , but obviously he doesn’t listen.”
he started mumbling incoherently ; swaying your bodies back and forth. “yeah i can see that.” they scratched the back of their necks awkwardly. they said their goodbyes and you dragged you boyfriend to bed.
“baby , baby i missed you.” his words slurred , you stood in between his legs , taking his flannel off. “i missed you all day.”
his face was red; his cheek pressed against your bare stomach as he pushed your shirt up under your boobs. “soobin you’re drunk , you’re crazy if you think we’re having sex tonight.”
“why?” he kissed your stomach. “don’t you want me to eat your pussy?” he licked your stomach , you felt a tingle , lightly tugging on his hair , pulling him back to look at you — his eyes blown out.
“behave.”
“please.” he whined , pulling you down on top of him , you straddled his waist. “i’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all night.” he left sloppy kisses along your collarbone. “i could practically taste you all over the soju baby.”
you bit down in your lip to not fuel him anymore , but he wasn’t letting up ; he wasn’t even looking you in your eyes anymore ; zoned in on your covered pussy — you could’ve sworn you saw him drooling before you lightly slapped his face. “come on let’s get you to bed.”
“not until you sit on my face.”
“soobin.” he pulled you on his chest , he could practically taste your cunt. “you’re unbelievable when you’re drunk.” your protest slowly stopping though , soobin taking notice of that , pulling you even further , his mouth so close you can feel him breathing on your pussy.
“fu-fuck soobin,” his stuck his tongue on slightly , teasingly licking your cunt through your panties. “shit.” getting a little taste , setting him off , pulling you fully on top of him , opening his mouth and engulfing your clothed cunt.
he held you down on his face , suffocating himself as he messily ate you through your panties , like the barrier didn’t matter to him , he was getting his fill regardless. “fuck bin i’m gonna cum.”
your body folded over , holding yourself up as you came , moaning his name loudly; but that didn’t stop him , he kept going , still hungry for more. “fuck so-soobin i came.”
he moaned , finally pulling away. “i’m sorry i got carried away.” he sounded even drunker than before. “you just taste so sweet i cant help myself.”
soobin was hard as a rock; palming his cock through his jeans , moaning shamelessly. “i’m so hard , i need you.” he whimpered pathetically. “please can i put in?”
knowing he’d just fall asleep , you came up with a different solution , helping him take off his shoes and pants. you laid down on your back; taking your panties off, inviting him into your arms. “good boy.” whispering in his ear.
“please.” he whimpered , you pulled his cock out from his boxers , jerking him off , feeling him rut into your hand. “please just let me put it in.”
you guided his cock into your hole; he let out a loud whimper; pushing himself all the way inside. “fu-fuck , don’t move.” you moaned , he obeyed. “good boy”
you ran your fingers through his hair softly; he sighed , his eyes fluttering closed , his red drunken face falling still. “i-i love you.” his words slurred , you kissed his forehead.
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synopsis IF YOU LET ME STAY THE NIGHT, I THINK I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO STAY FOREVER ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ in which you spend 7 days in cebu, and the fellow tourist you meet by chance makes it difficult for you to stomach the thought of leaving.
pairing choi soobin x (f) reader
genre fluff, smut, reader and soobin are both tourists, strangers to friends to lovers
a/n first fic on this blog kinda nervous :3 been feeling sososo much for my soobie doobie these days, my love couldn't help but spill all over tumblr. hi, new friends! ♡
It seems as though the whole universe has conspired against you.
Standing under the scorching heat, you could not help but think that you should have stayed in the confines of your sweet, humble abode. If only Karina hadn’t convinced you to, in her words, “Step out of your comfort zone, you homebody!”, then maybe you would have been 12 episodes deep in a new drama, or even getting your rank rating up in League of Legends.
It’s hard to gaslight yourself that your trip to Cebu is supposed to be a cathartic experience when it’s all starting so horribly already. Not when you are fresh off a miserable flight with the person in front of you reclining their chair all the way. Not when some businessman spilt their coffee all over your pristinely white hoodie, mumbling that you should have stayed out of the way because he has a flight to catch. Not when you are all alone while everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives raving about the beaches and parties this place has to offer. Not when you couldn’t even shoot a message to Karina complaining about how this was such a dumb idea for a raging introvert like you, because your stupid phone is betraying you and it can’t catch a stupid signal.
And while you are easily irritated, it’s also easy for you to come to terms with the fact that you will be stuck on this island by yourself for 7 days. You tried your best to convince Karina to come with you, but she kept insisting that it was time for you to attempt solo traveling just for the experience. Easy to say for someone as outgoing as her. You huff, feeling defeated as you slump to sit on your luggage, waiting for a cab to take you to your hotel, when you catch sight of a man bickering with… a cab driver?
“What do you mean I have to pay a thousand pesos? My hotel is 15 minutes away!”
If you thought you were already the epitome of irritation, this guy was far worse. He looks like he just clawed his way out of hell with how messy his hair is and how much sweat he’s drenched in. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how flushed his skin looks from how hard he’s keeping his annoyance within and oh god, he’s beautiful.
He drags his feet to walk away from the cab, eyebrows still furrowed, and you had to begrudgingly stop yourself from checking this stranger out because you do not want embarrassment to lace all the exasperation you’re feeling right now. You feel your cheeks heat up when you realize he stopped to stand beside your slumped form, sulking like you’ve lost all your will to live.
“Jesus, it’s so hot…” you hear him groan as he types away on his phone. You assume he’s complaining to a friend because it’s what you would have done. That is, if you could catch a signal.
You giggle to yourself and he snaps his head to look at you, expression softening.
“Tourist?”
He’s talking to you. What the hell are you supposed to do when a man (who looks like he stepped out of a typical romance drama) strikes a conversation with you? You choose to face him, avoiding eye contact, and nod meekly.
He immediately whines. A behavior such a stark contrast to a man whose figure towers over you, “Can you believe that cab driver tried to charge me 1000 pesos for a 15-minute ride? My friend told me they overcharge tourists like crazy, so I should just act angry, but I guess I’m not scaring them off..?”
You finally make eye contact with him, skimming over his features. He’s handsome, but not in a way that suffocates you. He’s… cute. Makes you feel fuzzy inside with his soft features. Round, wide eyes, nose slightly scrunched, and the way his front teeth sit on his bottom lip makes him look like a bunny who wasn’t given enough carrot treats. What the fuck are you even saying at this point? He’s just some guy. Okay, a gorgeous one, at that.
You clear your throat, “Maybe you should try an Uber?”
“Ubers aren’t available in the Philippines…”
You nod, not knowing what to say. You’ve proven yet again that you are physically incapable of talking to cute guys.
“Shit. Now my phone is at 1%.”
You snort, “I’d offer mine, but this dumb fuck cannot catch a signal.”
He sighs defeatedly, now sitting on his luggage as well, “Aren’t you going to try and get a cab?”
“I was going to, but after seeing you with that cab driver, I might as well just take a flight back home already…”
He chuckles. Even his laugh is pretty.
“Maybe you’re better at haggling than I am?”
He seems to be right, because the first cab driver you hailed instantly agreed to drive you for 300 pesos. You nod at the stranger while loading your luggage in the back, and he smiles at you in return. You’re probably never going to see each other again. So much for a short-lived airport crush.
You fall back onto the expanse of your bed once you’ve checked in, relishing in the comfort after a pain-staking flight. Stretching your back, you’re relieved to find that the hotel wi-fi works like magic, finally satiating your need for chronically online personal time. After a few moments of scrolling through your feed to see what you’ve missed, you grew bored, pressing the call button beside Karina’s contact name. Her face lights up your screen immediately.
“Yah! Why are you on your phone instead of the beach? I just saw you repost a Tiktok 5 minutes ago!”
You roll your eyes, “Can’t a girl replenish her social battery before going out and about all alone?” She simply chuckles, giving you an avenue to start complaining to her about all the mishaps that have happened so far. You drone on and on until you’ve lost track of all the time you spent just grumbling over every inconvenience, and she reassures you that maybe you used up all your bad luck, and from hereon, everything will fall into place smoothly. You aspire to be as optimistic as she is. Soon enough, she yawns, saying that it’s time for her afternoon nap, and you’re left to scurry over to the bathroom to freshen up.
It’s 4PM when you step out of your hotel room, padding over to the lobby to ask for the pathway to the beach, when you catch sight of a familiar tall figure hunched over the receptionist desk. He seems to feel your presence, because he snaps his head towards you.
“Huh? Oh!”
It’s the cute guy from the airport. You swear you’re going to get a heart attack.
“O-oh? Hey,” you try to muster out. You really, really suck at talking to cute guys.
He smiles, “Didn’t know you booked the same hotel! We could have shared a cab, then.”
“Would be weird to tell a complete stranger which hotel I booked, right?” You didn’t mean for the words to trail off your mouth quite harshly, really, but your realization hits you too late when his face flushes in panic as he responds. “A-ah! Yeah! I suppose it would be really weird. Sorry…”
You glance over at the receptionist desk to see that there was no one manning. Great. Now you can’t weasel your way out of this awkward situation.
“Uh… I was going to ask the receptionist where the pathway leading directly to the beach was, but I guess there’s nobody here?”
He’s shocked. It’s almost animated how his expressions are painted on his face. “I was going to ask them too! I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes now, but I have no idea where the receptionist has gone, so…” He trails off, and maybe it’s the impatience getting to your head, so you ask,
“You want to just fuck it and find it ourselves?”
He looks at you, and for just a moment, you’re terrified. What if he thinks you’re hitting on him? Wanting to spend time alone with a hot guy? You almost think you’re fucked until he flashes a grin.
“I’m already itching to get my feet in the sand.”
And that’s how you find yourself walking side by side with him. You learn that his name is Soobin, and that he’s from South Korea, working in corporate like you. Soobin tells you about his friend that was supposed to come with him, but he booked his flight incorrectly in an absentminded haze, thus he was traveling solo. You tell him that your friend practically had to bribe you into going on this vacation because of all the stress you have bottled up from your miserable job. He lets out a giggle, saying that he needed to get away from his laptop screen given that even typing was giving him a migraine.
Despite your closed off nature, it was surprisingly easy to fall into a conversation with Soobin. Maybe you enjoyed the conversation a little too much, because it’s only then that you realize you’ve been going around in circles, still not finding the beachside.
“Do you think we’re lost?”
He turns over to you and stops in his tracks, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?”
And then it hits you. You’re lost. God knows where you are, and you’re stuck navigating your way back with someone you met less than 5 hours ago. Did you really put your guard down for a stranger?
“Shit,” you pull out your phone, only to be reminded that it’s practically useless. It doesn’t help that you’re in a dead zone. You see him fiddling with his phone, seemingly to find a way to map yourselves out of this, but he was met with disappointment upon reading the words “no cellular service”.
You groan, wanting nothing but to go back to your hotel room to curl up in your bed, but Soobin was still adamant on finding the beachside. Unfortunately for you and your aching legs, you had to choose between dragging yourself sluggishly or having a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. The latter was a no-go, obviously, unless you had a death wish?
The fatigue and anxiety were catching up to the both of you as dead silence remained in the air, save from the small huffs you were letting out occasionally. Soobin glances at you from time to time, seemingly to check on your pathetic state. The sun was starting to set, and you’re certain you were going to make it to the headlines as the 25 year-old woman who (a) perished in extreme fatigue and irritation, or; (b) got brutally murdered by a bunny-looking stranger twice her size.
You don’t notice that you were looking at the ground, questioning every life decision that has led you to this absurdity, when Soobin’s awed gasp snaps you back into reality.
“Heol…”
You look up to see a breathtaking view, all yours to behold. The sun was setting in the horizon, etched in the apricot sky. Palm trees breezed through the path, and the salt in the air barely grazed your tongue. Soobin has his mouth agape, eyes full of wonder. Okay, maybe he’s not a serial killer out to murder you if he brought you to such a beautiful part of the seaside. Unless this is all part of his grand scheme to let your guard down? But he looks clueless as he can be, perhaps you were more likely to be the murderer in this situation.
“Come! There’s no one around!” Soobin hurriedly waddles over to a spot just below the trees, inviting you to join him. Once you’re sat beside him in the sand, he stretches the entirety of his legs, letting out a hum of relief. He has a stupid smile on his face as his eyes glaze to take in the golden hour.
“I’m sorry I got us lost. I’ve never been good at directions,” Soobin smiles apologetically. “But hey, this view is nice. We have this all to ourselves.”
No one was around. Okay. Maybe this is the part where he brutally murd-
“I hope you’re not too tired. I… kinda heard you huffing a lot earlier and I figured you were getting antsy. Also it was probably because you were lost in god knows where with a dude you just met, so that must have been scary for you? I can’t convince you that I’m completely harmless because that would make me more suspicious, right? And oh god why am I rambling?” He’s melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Usually, you liked it when men learned to shut the fuck up, but you tolerated his rambling. He was quite… endearing, actually.
You let out a small chuckle, “Soobin, it’s fine. We’re chill. I was just tired of walking in circles, that’s all.” He sighs in response, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.
“The view is beautiful though. I’m kinda glad we got lost. We can gatekeep this experience,” you add, shooting a reassuring smile. Now you feel bad for ever thinking ill of him, because the way he perks up and grins at you just seals the deal that he was never a threat. Soobin turns away to continue watching the sunset, basking in the way the sun’s rays kiss his skin.
Time flew by too fast, and now you’re left with the problem of how you’re supposed to go back to the hotel, when a light suddenly beams at the two of you.
“Hey! This is private property!” Fuck. No wonder there weren’t any people around. The two of you get escorted out, with the security guard huffing about how “kids these days just fool around everywhere”, to which you and Soobin turn crimson profusely. You had no choice but to push your luck, asking him the way to your hotel no matter how embarrassed the pair of you were.
“Okay… that was humiliating,” you cringe and glance over at Soobin, who was not faring any better than you. His cheeks were still puffed out, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip.
“Kinda feels like we’re trauma bonded now,” he mutters, praying that this time around, you were going the right way. “Trauma bonded over a humiliation ritual…. today felt too long.”
You hum, “Yep. Might have to skip dinner. I just want to sleep and stock up on social battery for the next 6 days.”
His eyes widened, “Wow. We have the exact same hotel and trip duration.”
You nod, not knowing what to make of this new knowledge, but all the rummaging in your brain was instantly cut off by him.
“Do you, perhaps…” His voice turns small. “Perhaps you’d like to stick together?”
“A whole week together? You might get sick of me.”
He grins, “Well, if by chance I do, it would be totally fine. We’re most likely never going to cross paths with each other again anyway.”
You don’t know what compels you to, but you agree.
You hope Karina would be proud of you stepping outside of your comfort zone (and trusting that some guy doesn’t offer you as human sacrifice.)
The next few days went by like a dream.
On the second and third day, Soobin took you ziplining and leaping off waterfalls despite your protests. You remember how your heart skipped a beat at his proud, child-like grin when he got you to admit that facing your fear of heights ended up rather enjoyable. The day after, the pair of you decided to take a break from the adrenaline and wandered off to the cultural spots Cebu had to offer. You didn’t expect him to take such good shots of you, worthy enough to be posted on your wilting Instagram account. Karina had even bombarded you with question marks, asking if you’ve finally made a new friend. Imagine her shock when you sent her a selfie you had taken of the two of you, and she found out your new “friend” looks like he stepped out of a manhwa.
By the end of the fifth day of your escapades with Soobin, you had suggested trying out the beachside bars your Tiktok algorithm was raging about. It seems like Karina had magic senses, because your phone suddenly chirped with a text notification while you added finishing touches to your makeup.
rina<3: u crack cebu boy yet?
You furrow your eyebrows at this.
: huh
: we’re FRIENDS
rina<3: and he’s ur exact type
: well yes
: but it would be weird to get in a random stranger’s pants
rina<3: dude that’s exactly why
: u can just leave it behind
: what happens in cebu stays in cebu type shit
: esp if hes bad in bed 💀
: you are so…
: what if i catch something from him
rina<3: feelings?
: oh u meant an std
: i snooped through his instagram and mans looks bitchless anyway
: his following list consists of league gameplay accounts and 4 of his friends
: ugh idk man
: i just
: hes hot but
: i’d rather not put weird thoughts in my head about a dude i’m spending the remaining days with
rina<3: LMAO it’s okay i’m playing
: just sayin u only live once
: and i’ve prayed hard for u to finally get laid again
: especially after ur ugly ass ex
: and don’t tell me u haven’t snooped through his ig either
: ?
: i have but
: just out of pure curiosity
rina<3: love when u get defensive
: u in bed alrdy? do u wanna call and catch up
: im yearning for my best friend
: awww i’m going out
: trying the beachside bars
rina<3: oh? 👀
: enjoy <3
: hoping u break ur vow of abstinence
: ????
: love you
: i’ll call u tomorrow evening maybe
Karina sends a heart and a wink in response, making you smile and shake your head
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you adjust a strand of your hair and suddenly become antsy. All those talks about Soobin suddenly made you feel hauntingly self-aware. You hate to admit that you wanted to look pretty to him. Life has a way of making things fall into place so perfectly, because not long after your frustrated fussing, you hear three knocks on your door. Soobin.
You pad over, opening your door to see Soobin standing in true, awkward, painfully endearing Soobin fashion.
His eyes fall on your face, drifting just a millisecond to your bikini-clad and sheer covered body. You barely miss the way his cheeks burn despite the cold air from your room.
“You look-” he starts, but cuts himself off. Alarms blare in your head. Look horrible? A mess? You look like you tried to get all pretty for me but absolutely failed?
“Look what?” you squeak out, voice small. He scratches his neck, as if debating what words to say. You’re painfully fretting over every possible response until he eventually mumbles something after a few beats.
“You look beautiful.”
He says it so sincerely it makes your head spin. But alas, Soobin is Soobin…
“Not in a creepy way! The color of your outfit just fits you really well. And the way you did your hair and makeup is pretty cool. And-”
You shush him, trying to calm your heart that is about to beat out of your chest, “It’s fine, Soobin. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Awkward silence then envelopes you in the warmly lit hotel hallway, both of you not daring to meet each other’s eyes.
You were the one to break the stillness, “Let’s go?”, to which he hums in response. He looked like he had much more to say, but you don’t dare to pry him on his thoughts in fear of further straining the situation.
One thing you liked about spending time with Soobin is how the two of you go well together. Platonically, you swear. It isn’t even five minutes deep into the walk together when you’re back to telling each other mundane stories about your lives back home. Soobin whines about how he misses his dog, Tori, to which you reply “so she’s far better company than me?”, causing him to ramble in panic. You, in turn, tell him about how you don’t want to come back to office paperwork when you’ve been having the time of your life getting your feet in the sand all day.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” he sighs, seemingly in a haze as the night breeze grazes his hair. “It’s been really fun just doing anything and everything with you.”
You take the chance to finally, actually look at Soobin. He towers over you, looking you straight in the eye like he doesn’t know your heart is about to beat out of your chest every time he does so. His hair is messy from the wind, the outline of his face perfectly chiseled by the moonlight gracing his skin.
In that moment, you know something starts shifting between your feelings and your ever-so rational mind. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung up the moon. Not when his beauty is one you would only find once in a lifetime.
You’re done for.
Despite this, you push your thoughts down your throat, managing to whisper, “I’ll really miss you when we go our separate ways, you know?”
He chuckles, “Because I’m the only male friend you have that actually takes good photos of you?”
“Your words, not mine.”
He beams teasingly before adding, “I’ll miss you too. A lot.”
Suddenly confronted with the vulnerability of your words, you tear your eyes away from him and start kicking sand beneath your feet, “I don’t know why I got sappy, sorry. I still have 2 days with you.”
“It’s cute,” Soobin reassures you. As a friend would, right? You don’t want to overthink it. “I never would have thought we’d warm up to each other so fast, but maybe I was meant to meet you on this trip.”
“Just so you have someone to buy you vinegar for your jellyfish stings?”
“That, and we make quite a good pair for people who only met at the start of this week.” Your heart feels like it’s being tugged from all sides, painfully reminded of the fact that you’ve grown attached to him in such a short period of time.
Right. You really shouldn’t get too attached to someone who will be an ocean away by the following week.
Your forlorn musings are interrupted by the chants of people that cut through the bubble you and Soobin have placed yourselves in. He flashes an ever so sweet smile at you, taking your hand in his.
“You ready to get absolutely shitfaced?”
The world is spinning before your eyes.
“Sooooobieeee” you slur out, arm snugly wrapped around his. “Let’s drink more!”
You don’t know how much alcohol is flowing through your bloodstream, but it was enough for you to cling into Soobin like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Literally. If it weren’t for him, you would have fallen face flat into the ground.
He squeaks, “No more! You’re red all over!”
“And you’re not!” you pout, “It’s like I’m the only one having fun!”
You would have thought he was starting to get sick of you if it weren’t for his grip tightening before he says, “I’m having fun. But-”
“Soobin. Soobin. I’m going to throw up.”
He mutters a profanity in his native language, dragging you up so gently and guiding you somewhere your inebriated mind couldn’t fathom. It’s only when you breathe in the stench that you piece out that he had taken you to the bathroom (more specifically, the line of people leading to it.)
“Don’t barf on me, please,” Soobin practically begs, rubbing circles on your back as you lean further into his grip, dopey smile plastered on your face as you admire him from the angle below.
“You’re really, really, reallyyyy cute, Soobie,” you squeeze the bicep you’re clinging onto, making the man shriek in surprise. “How are you even real?”
He chooses to look away from your eyes that keep raking all over him, cheeks now a carmine red.
“I told you earlier that you didn’t look too bad yourself, but I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely fucking beautiful. Far prettier than me. Even though I spent so long trying to look cute for you,” you stumble over your words as he keeps his hold on your waist. You don’t even notice that it was your turn to enter the bathroom when he sighs and escorts you inside, oblivious to the stares you got from stepping inside together.
He positions you so that you’re hunched over the toilet, his annoyingly long legs folded to keep you at eye level while he bunches your hair up. As your drunkenness wills, you expel the intoxication out of your system as Soobin wipes the sweat off your face and neck. When all is done, you look at him and weakly ask for toilet paper to wipe your face with, to which he takes it upon himself to do it for you, gingerly padding over your mouth and tear-stained cheeks.
“All okay?” Soobin asks as he throws the toilet paper away and tidies up the bathroom the best he could.
“Mhm,” you purr, latching onto his arm as he opens the door, receiving pointed stares from the people witnessing you step outside together. You were all oblivious to it, wanting nothing but to curl up into the heat his body tenders. He’s silent as you stumble over your feet, and yet he traces his arm back around your waist once more.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you back.”
“But you haven’t even drank that much yet!”
“I’m not a heavy drinker.”
You sulk as he maneuvers you all the way back to your hotel room.
When he sets you down on the bed, your frown only gets deeper. He’s immediately rummaging through your bathroom, hurriedly asking where your cleansing wipes are before you succumb to slumber, and returns to your side albeit not telling him where it was. It’s funny, really, the way you could see yourselves falling into this routine in the future. A future that seems so out of reach, if only you wouldn’t be miles away from each other when all this is done.
“Stay still,” Soobin whispers, as if terrified of breaking through the air of tenderness sifting through your hotel room. He holds your face so delicately as he drags the makeup off of your lethargic state. He’s merely inches away and yet he seems so far from your reach.
“Soobin,” you let out, almost a pained, yearning whimper. You feel his fingers tremble against your cheek before he resumes his ministrations with a simple hum. “You’re even prettier up close.”
Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s all those talks with Karina. Maybe it’s the rare occurrence of you acting according to impulse– but you close the distance between the two of you, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his plump lips against yours.
The problem is Soobin stays unmoving.
You pull away, shame overcoming the entirety of your system.
“Soobin, I’m sor-”
“Good night,” he replies curtly.
All inebriety has fallen out of the window as you lay down, pulling the sheets all over yourself. You pray this was all just a dream. That you had actually dozed off as he was busying himself on tidying the makeup off your face.
The last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you are his faint footsteps and the clicking of your door.
page.soobin: let me know if you’re awake
: i bought painkillers for you
: i’ll come by then
It’s half past 3 in the afternoon when you awake from your slumber, groaning as you curse yourself for drinking like a maniac the previous night. You simply blink at Soobin’s texts, about to reply when you recall all the humiliation you put yourself in.
Fuck. Fuck. You’re fucked.
page.soobin: you awake?
: you have read receipts on by the way
Great.
: i just woke up
: it’s fine i can manage
: you don’t have to come over
page.soobin: stop
: at least let me take care of you
: i’m okay, soobin
: i swear
page.soobin: i’m still dropping by
: elevator rn
It all happens so quickly. One second you’re grimacing at the thought of seeing him in your disheveled and oh-so dreadfully humiliated state, and the next you’re opening the door for him. He’s dressed in a baggy shirt and shorts, hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it the whole while.
“You should have gone out instead of worrying about my hungover,” you grumble under your breath, eyes not daring to land on him.
“Go out? Without you?” He says it like nothing significant happened between the two of you just hours ago.
“Yeah, I don’t know about that…”
Soobin puffs out a breath he’s been keeping for God knows how long.
“Listen-”
“We don’t have to talk about it, Soobin. I’m really sorry. We should just forget that ever happened and just go our separate ways for the rest of our days here.”
Your mind is in shambles as he stares blankly, debating what to say next.
“Please look at me.”
You can’t deny his request when his voice sounds like it’s about to break. When your eyes meet for the first time since last night, everything just comes crashing out on you. He’s staring so intently, you fear you’ll break upon his gaze.
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That you find me beautiful,” he pauses before adding, “That you tried to look pretty for me.”
You grimace at his prodding. “Why would I not mean it?”
“You were drunk.”
“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying.”
Just like that, another awkward silence falls upon you. You could only hear his shallow breaths, like he was holding himself back. You pray he doesn’t hear the buzzing in your brain.
“I wanted to kiss you,” he professes matter-of-factly.
“You didn’t kiss me back.”
“I didn’t want our first kiss to be of us being drunk.”
You’re dumbfounded as you took in his feverish appearance.
“So, if you’ll let me,” he murmurs, “I’d like to have a do-over.”
This time, it wasn’t you who closed the distance between your lips. In a matter of seconds, all of you is filled with him. Soobin. Soobin, who didn’t want to make a move in fear of you not reciprocating. Soobin, who was patient enough to care for you in the most minuscule of ways. Soobin, who you have at the palm of your hand, giving you himself wholeheartedly. Soobin, who has yearned for you all this time.
His soft lips glide against yours so smoothly, his hands eventually slotting around the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. Kissing him felt like coming home. Pressed up against him is where you wanted to be forever.
Soobin pushes you to lay on the bed, with him following suit. He’s careful not to put his whole weight on you, but even so, you feel suffocated by the affection bubbling within you. He’s all yours, albeit just for this moment.
“Soob,” you manage to mewl out against the kisses he is peppering all over your collarbone.
“You alright, baby?” The endearment is enough to make your legs buckle around his waist, wanting to pull him in closer.
“More than alright,” you gasp as he grazes his teeth against your neck, leaving love bites. “I just can’t believe you’re mine today.”
He furrows his eyebrows, halting his actions, “Today?”
“Today,” you frown. “Last full day together and we’re back to our old lives.”
His eyes soften immediately, brushing the strands of hair from your face before he speaks, “It doesn’t have to be just today. I’m yours evermore.”
“But-”
“I’ll visit you every now and then. You can show me around your hometown, and I’ll fly you out to mine,” he traces his finger against your cheek, “And then you’ll meet Tori. I swear you’ll fall in love with her. And we’ll have all the time to ourselves.”
You snicker, “Do you say that to the girls back home too?”
Soobin chuckles in response, a low humming in his chest, “Home is with you.”
You feel like you’re going insane as you pull him in once more, so overwhelmed with the infatuation. Your kisses escalate from shy smacks to a full-blown makeout session, eliciting soft groans from the man looming above you. The way you touch each other feels as though you’re trying to memorize the feel of your bodies, your hands making their way to the skin of his chest under his shirt.
“Take it off if you want to, baby,” he prompts, half-teasing and half-desperate. You catch your breath before tugging on it, motioning for him to help you in pulling it over his head. Every part of him looks like it was sculpted by the gods so intricately. You really can’t believe he’s yours for the taking.
“You look like you’re about to devour me,” he teases.
“I am about to devour you.”
He moans at your words, taking you aback.
“You’re into that?”
“Only if it’s you.”
You don’t know how much time passes– all you know is that your clothes ended up on the floor and he’s inching his long fingers into your heat. His eyebrows are knit as he presses each knuckle to your walls, while you are left to whimper helplessly. His pace picks up, making your face scrunch up from the pleasure.
“Soo- baby, no,” you have a death grip on his arm, trying to stop him.
“Hurts?”
“No, good,” you swivel your hips, “Just want you inside.”
He gulps, a rush of heat going straight to his groin. “Condom?”
It’s irresponsible, really. Despite having previous experiences, you’ve never done it without. You don’t know why, but your brain compels you to heave in response, “No. I want all of you.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Death by dick seems pleasurable.”
Soobin almost can’t believe the humor laced in your words when he’s about to fuck the living daylights out of you, “Don’t die on me.”
He pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking himself. He’s achingly hard, and it took everything in you not to shoot up and beg him to let you have a taste.
“Soobin, you’re huge.”
“More surface area for me to love you with.”
You were about to shoot him a cringed out look when he guided his tip to your entrance. Both your faces scrunch up in pleasure despite the lack of penetration.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Baby,” your chest heaves, “I need you. I thought I made that clear.”
He beams, a stark contrast to him starting to inch through your insides. He’s biting his lip as he holds your hips down, “You’re- fuck.”
Your brain has officially melted into a puddle when he manages to fit everything inside. He gives you time to adjust to the intrusion, pecking your face all over. You swear this is the closest thing to paradise.
And he’s not far off. You notice how his knuckles are turning white from gripping your hips so tautly, trying to ground himself.
When you give him the signal to move, Soobin swears he could almost finish from the first thrust. He’s almost whining from the all-consuming pleasure, thrusts going from the softest brushes against your walls to calculated presses against the deepest parts of you. Soon enough, you’re babbling against his collarbone, leaving your own marks on his ivory skin. He’s yours, yours, yours.
“Fuck,” Soobin sobs, “I just want to stay like this forever.”
You can’t even bring yourself to respond verbally, resorting to clenching around him. His sobs grow even louder, hips unrelenting against yours. You wish you had met back in your hometown. You wish he was easily within your reach. You wish you had the liberty of being tangled up with him for the rest of your life. You don’t want to let him go. What can you do when the only person you’ve allowed yourself to feel everything and anything for lives oceans away?
“Baby,” your voice is weak as you scratch up his back, tugging on his nape. “About to cum.”
This only eggs him on faster, now slamming his hips roughly as he chases your orgasm. “F-fuck. I-inside?”
You hum, locking your legs tighter around his waist, “Nowhere else. N-need to have a piece of you with- in me before we fly back tomorrow.”
Your words seem to do wonders for Soobin. Your orgasm hits you at the same time he spills his warmth deep inside. You would’ve teased him about how he came so much if you weren’t twitching from the aftershocks of your release. He stays inside as the two of you unwind, him drawing circles against your hips, trying to soothe it from his death grip from earlier.
“You alright?” he mumbles against your neck, lapping at it gently. You hum in response, running your fingers through his tousled hair. You lay in silence, relishing in each other’s body warmth under the covers. He kisses the top of your head from time to time, breathing in your scent.
“I smell like vomit,” you grimace.
“You smell like sex.”
You roll your eyes, “That too. But I’m too lazy to take a shower. Just want to be with you.”
He taps your thigh, smirking, “Just say you want to take a shower with me.”
And that, you did. He takes his time with you, locking you in his embrace as the water simmers through your bare bodies. Mundane as it is, you bask in the feel of his body pressed against yours. You’d do anything to live in this moment eternally.
When it was time to fly back home, it took everything in you not to lock yourself inside Soobin’s luggage. You had walked hand in hand, waiting for each other’s flights back home. He kept kissing your knuckles, hushing sweet nothings. When your flight had been announced for boarding, you had cried in his arms, desperately wanting to take him with you. Soobin, ever the mediator, kisses the top of your head, promising to be by your side in a few months’ time. You don’t dare to look back when you enter the gate. You’re scared you’ll fall into another fit of sobs.
It’s been 5 months since, and you’re lounging on your couch, waiting for Soobin’s daily good morning message. He had been consistent in giving you even the smallest details of his life, the highlight of each of your days being the video call you hop on for your debriefings until you fall asleep.
soob ♡: good morning
: the heat is killing me
Your face lights up as his name pops up on your screen.
: good morning <3
: it’s 17° in seoul though?
soob ♡: wanna see something funny?
: baby it’s too early for your league of legends gameplay
soob ♡: heyyy :(
: but please say yes
: this isn’t related to league i swear
: ?
: okay yes i wanna know something funny
soob ♡: okay maybe this is borderline creepy instead of funny
: [Sent a photo attachment.]
You shriek as you open the photo, feet immediately waddling over to your front door.
There he is.
Soobin has a large grin on his face when his eyes land on you, a bouquet of lilies in his hand extended towards you. Even so, your favorite flowers dull in comparison to your favorite boy. The bouquet is all forgotten on the ground when you run to his embrace, one that you’ve been longing for. You don’t care if the neighbors could hear your squealing throughout the apartment hallway. He’s here. He’s here. He’s here, and he’s finally all yours.
(nsfw + mdni) f!reader, age gap, non sexual dominance, dom!soobin, thigh riding, cunnilingus, reader referred to as a girl, unprotected sex, size kink. don’t ask i wrote this in 30 mins
it’s giving older!bf soobin. the kind of bf that just exudes nonsexual dominance through actions; a band on your waist guiding you to the inside of a sidewalk; a headpat that says let me handle it, before replying to a question directed to you; a large hand resting on your thigh that casually claims his. and older!bf soobin is always in command.
sitting his thigh, drippy cunt forming a wet spot on his slacks, your pretty lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking gently as your hands hold his up to your mouth, listening obediently when soobin tells you to ride his thigh,, wet pussy rubbing against the smooth fabric, friction against your clit making you whimper around his fingers, drool dripping from the corner of your lips, his thumb wiping away the saliva, a quiet hum of approval for the little mess you are for him, hmm?
whispery praises of pretty girl, older!bf soobin who makes sure you’ve cum three times before he’ll even consider letting you take his cock, ‘s too big for his darling girl. fingers dripping with your arousal and release, holding down your waist to keep you from moving too much when he eats out your gushy pussy, heart shaped lips glossy with your juices, lewd slurps and tongue rolling over your puffy clit, pretty cunt glistening with saliva and arousal. his big hands that easily unclasp the cute bra he bought you, the ease when he holds one of your hands as he guides your panties down your ankles and off, dropped somewhere on the floor and forgotten.
older!bf soobin whispers for you to relax, his lowered voice husky in your ear when his hands firmly hold your hips down, stretching you out excruciatingly slow, so you feel ever inch of him filling you up so full,, god, no matter how many times he fucks you tight cunt you’ll never be able to fit him easily, hmm? watching as you clumsily rub your clit, trying to be so good for him and take him all the way when he’s just too big, a mess of whimpers when he doesn’t even bottom out,,
look at me, darling, soobin reminds you when you’re too shy to make eye contact,, making you look at him so he can see every expression you make when he splits you open with each thrust, loves watching as you become an incoherent mess, dumbed out and just so soft and pleasing, the clench of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock, sucking him eagerly, swollen lips and pussy folds from relentless attention, fuck, you’re perfect like this for him. mhmm, losing all form of conscious thought except of him; older bf!soonin spoils you so much, ‘til you’re full of his creamy cum and on the verge of passing out. and he’ll spoil you with aftercare, the kind that takes control and complete care of you.
there’s truly no good reason, soobin thinks, to wake up alone when it’s his weekend off, a disappointed grumble escaping my his lips as his outstretched fingers feel the soft bedsheets beneath him, cold without you. the scent of coffee betrays where you’ve gone, streaks of sunlight too bright for how comfortable he could’ve been this early in the day. if twelve in the afternoon counts as early (it is). shuffling lazily down the hall, and there you are, abandoning him for a coffee?
sleep well? you giggle, his hair a tough messy from sleep, and like a heated blanket, all 185 cm of him pressed up against you as he drapes himself over you, arms lazily wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder, the sensation of his slow breathing against your ear as he nuzzles the crook of your neck. he nods without much intent, always so sleepy the morning after, isn’t he? a low moan slipping from his lips as your fingers reach up to play with his hair, tugging slightly with affection. why’d you get up, soobin mumbles.
i was going to come back, you know, you smile, although it’s not quite clear if he really accepts your apology. i don’t know if i should believe you, soobin responds, his heart shaped lips pressing against the corner of yours… and just for a second you’re distracted, unaware of the way his hand slips down your waist, until his long fingers press into your panties, feeling for your sensitive spot as his fingertips slide against the soft cotton fabric.
soobin—! you gasp, his lips pressed against your neck, his arm holding you in place firmly against him, as his fingers touch your clit, feeling as your resistance melts into him. good girl, he whispers, feeding his satisfaction with your quiet whimpers, the press of his bulge into your cute ass, long tshirt riding up, warmth spreading beneath your skin, suddenly aware of his body pressed to every centimeter of yours.
god, you’re so cute to him, completely at his mercy with just a little touch? the way you squirm into him, needy pants laced with lust, arousal covering his fingers as he pushes two inside, feeling the warm, wet clench of your pussy, neck tipped to the side to expose more skin, fresh hickeys and kisses replacing ones from last night, fuck, every sensation like a drug to him, addicted to pretty you, all his.
all the innocence of the morning lost,, could’ve been doing this back in bed… but it’s almost preferable when soobin pushed you against the countertop, your pretty face all dazed with desire, whining when you feel his fingers pull out, only to tug down your panties, flimsy cotton abandoned at midway down your thighs, a lazy smirk lacing his lips when it’s your hand, reaching back to tug his sweats and boxers down, whimpering please, held down to the smooth marble, trembling with anticipation when you feel the drippy tip of his heavy cock rut against your folds, peeking up at him with a look he can’t resist… as if he’d ever say no. so good for me, he murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear, won’t let you leave bed if you can’t walk, pretty girl.
lol hai, too early in the morning for me to be writing coherently
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thinking about ... mingi and how easily he breaks under your touch .ᐟ
the shift from "big bad wolf" to "needy adorable chick" happens the exact moment your fingers meet the nape of his neck.
MINGI is massive as he occupies the whole bed, his broad and muscular chest heavy against yours as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. between his size and that naturally intimidating aura he carries in public, anyone else would think he’s the one in control.
but right now, he’s just your oversized, drowsy boy, melting into the mattress with his lower half settled snugly between your thighs.
"mmh… baby, keep doing that," he rumbles, the deep vibration of his voice buzzing directly against your collarbone.
you smile, dragging your nails down the broad expanse of his back. it doesn't matter if you just got a fresh nail set or if they’re long or short, almond or square shape — your boyfriend is utterly obsessed with the way you touch him. your fingertips trace the dip of his spine, the sharp nails catching just enough to leave light red tracks across his warm skin. you keep the pace slow, steady, and mesmerizing, fully intending to put the big guy straight to sleep. but then, the rhythm of his breathing changes.
instead of softening into slumber, mingi lets out a ragged hitch of a breath. his hips give a sudden twitch, pressing his heavy and semi-hard erection right against your lower stomach.
"mingi," you tease softly, dragging your nails just a little deeper, tracing a circle near his lower back. "i thought you were tired."
"i was," he whines, and god, the contrast of that deep voice making such a pathetic, high-pitched sound is enough to make your own pussy ache. lifting his head, eyes tired but full of hunger and neediness. "your hands... they just feel too good. please…"
he doesn't wait, because the impatient side of him takes over. mingi reaches down, blindly fumbling with his sweatpants and shoving them past his hips, freeing himself. he’s too desperate, but pins your wrists above your head for a second, kissing you messily, before he shudders and slides one hand back down to grip your thighs and pull down your shorts. positioning himself, the already leaking tip of his cock brushing against your entrance.
"ah, fuck, wait– " mingi gasps, his entire body locking up. you choose that exact moment to break one hand free from his loose grip, reaching up to bury your nails firmly into the meat of his shoulder, dragging them down his back like a cat scratching on a wooden door.
the stimulation is an instant overload. mingi lets out a breathy whimper, his back arching slightly, and before he can even push himself inside you, his body betrays him. a thick rope of semen shoots out, painting your lower abdomen and the space between you in hot and messy spurts.
he collapses instantly, his forehead dropping heavily against your shoulder as he pants, completely spent and trembling from head to toe.
"oh," you blink, feeling the mess he just made, then up at his burning and completely flushed face. "well, that was fast."
"s-shut up," mingi groans, hiding his face in your neck out of pure embarrassment, though his hips still twitch weakly against yours. "it’s your fault... you shouldn't have scratched me like that."
you just chuckle, wrapping your arms back around his massive frame and dragging your cat-like claws gently over his lower back again. he lets out another tiny, defeated whine, completely at your mercy.
"come on, big boy," you tease, a low laugh vibrating in your chest as you nudge his hip. "you're not giving up on me already, are you? you didn't even last a minute."
mingi groans, his entire face burning red against your neck. he tries to hide, whining at the playful mockery, but you aren't done. sliding your hand up his back, your fingers curling as you dig firmly into the thick muscle of his shoulder. it’s a silent demand, pressing him right against where you need him the most.
"you can't just leave me like this, mingi. look at the mess you made." you drag your nails downward, making him shiver. "let's give it a retry before i tell the boys how you won't participate in no nut november, again.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOU <3 i wish you all the best, i love you so much and i hope you will have the greatest birthday ever !! @way2jellyous never stop being an icon twinski *explodes into confetti*
a/n: hey guys I’m back, I had to lock back in for school, I was sick, & dealing with drama, but I’m SOOO glad we loved the other boyrfriend imagines, and I wanted to do another one for my Mingi biases (MEEEE!). I hope we enjoy it!!
warnings: first half is fluff, the second is smut.
Boyfriend!Mingi who replaces your flowers every time he sees them dying.
Boyfriend!Mingi who holds your hand everywhere you go so one, he doesn’t lose you, and two, everyone knows you’re his and he’s yours.
Boyfriend!Mingi who washes your hair for you whevener you’re too tired to wash it yourself
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves when you run your hands through his hair, your touch bringing him comfort
Boyfriend!Mingi who sits on the toilet seat talking to you while you shower, although sometimes you would prefer to be left alone
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves doing couple trends with you, wether it be in public, or the comfort of your own home
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves slow makeout sessions while listening to music.
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves going on dates with you. he especially loves when you do crafts on them, like painting, making bracelets, or even creating a song together that is made for only your ears.
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves when you lick the spots on his neck that you left marks on
Boyfriend!Mingi who always leaves kisses all over your body while he’s sliding in and out of you
Boyfriend!Mingi who is very vocal during sex and loves moaning in your ear when he’s fucking you slow and deep
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves fucking you missionary
Boyfriend!Mingi who causally sends you voice messages of him moaning and touching himself whenever he misses you.
Boyfriend!Mingi who loves sucking on your titties when you’re riding him
Boyfriend!Mingi who always reasures and praises you during sex. He says things like “you can take it princess”, “goodgirlll” and “you’re doing so good baby”
hi guys heres some links that reminds me sm of the Riize members, hope u enjoy!! mdni
Shotaro rewarding you for being such a good girl for him, he adores you and fills you up exactly like you asked for.
Sub Shotaro who tries so hard to not cum so that you’ll praise him. He loves being in your arms and being your good plaything.
Sungchan who loves how easy it is to lift you up and thrust his full length into you. You’re just so small compared to him, he can’t help but love stretching your pussy and thrust at an insane speed.
Sub Sungchan who twitches weakly in your arms as he gets even more sensitive when you cover his mouth and nose, not letting him breathe.
Eunseok loves when you wear a collar and tights for him, all pliant and submissive for him. He loves seeing your tits bounce as he thrusts harder and harder.
Sub Eunseok who lets you ride him while he sucks onto your nipple like its a pacifier. He wouldn’t tell you but he sucks them to muffle his own desperate moans.
Wonbin needs you to know you’re his and only his. His hands wrap around your neck and grips your boobs as he fucks you roughly, reminding you only he can make you feel this good.
Sub Wonbin loves to be taken care of. His usual cool composure completely disappears when you have his hands cuffed up and him at your mercy.
Seunghan always wants to make sure you feel good, doing his best to hit the spot that gets you weak every thrust, but your cunt just feels so good around him he can’t keep his moans in.
Sub Seunghan can’t handle the overstim, he begs you repeatedly to stop cause he just can’t take it! He holds onto you desperately in hopes to ground himself.
Sohee has so much love for you, in his eyes you’re perfect and he needs to kiss and leave marks all over you before fucking you the way you like it.
Sub Sohee tries so hard to obey you even when its too much. All he can do is breathe desperately and let out weak whimpers.
Anton fucking you in the hotel room after you were so needy the whole day. He makes sure to twist and play with your nipples the way you like it and hit that spot in your walls that would get you cumming.
Sub Anton who wants you touching him all over and wants to be a good boy for you so bad but he doesn’t know how much more he can take!
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ꨄ︎ warnings: use of 'soob boob', reader bullying soobin (s okay he's into it), princess treatment (soobin rec obv), soobmissive (lots mentioned), mentiones of soobin getting fucked, whimpering n whining, cursing, teasing, degradation, praise, boners, mean! reader (but not rly)
i'm still alive and well🙏🏼 i haven't posted in like a week, because of exams and i'm just soo tired and don't have any ideas of what to post, so i need requests and ideas, because my brain is fried and i can't think of anything anymore (i'm begging btw)😣😣
Soobin tries to play it cool. He straightens up, runs his long fingers through your hair, tucking it behind your ear with exaggerated gentleness. “I’m being very normal,” he declares, voice still slurred. You wish you could tell him that half of his body weight was on top of you, but you don't have the heart to do so when he was being so cute and hot at the same time.
WARNINGS ◦ drinking ◦ alcohol consumption ◦ sfw ◦ i mentioned soobin's height a thousand times i'm sorry ◦ drunk soobin and other txt members ◦ pretty light read
1,4O9 ━━━━━ drabble soobin x reader
۶ৎ 𝓜 , i need this man in a very unhealthy way. my number one husband right here guys. need him to birth my kids or summ. mid writing as always bye. we made a part two of this work, check it here.
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The low hum of laughter fills the private dining room, plates half-cleared and soju bottles scattered like fallen soldiers. Comeback promotions are finally over, and tonight is the first real breather everyone’s had in months. You’re pleasantly tipsy, cheeks warm, but sober enough to play caretaker. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is gone.
Soobin is slumped against you, all six-foot-something of broad, warm muscle. His long legs are tangled with yours under the table, one big hand curled possessively around your thigh like he might float away if he lets go. His neck is fully exposed where the collar of his oversized button-up has slipped open—flushed deep pink all the way down to his collarbones, the color spreading beautifully across his chest. Every time he laughs, that pretty red deepens.
“Baby,” he whines right against your ear, voice low and syrupy, breath hot. His lips brush the shell of your ear on purpose. “You’re not even looking at me. I did so good this comeback… don’t I deserve all your attention?”
You bite back a smile, stroking his fluffy hair. “You’re drunk, Soob.”
“Am not,” he lies, then immediately ruins it by nuzzling into your neck with a pathetic little sound. His drunk eyes—half-lidded, sparkling, unfairly hot—find yours when he pulls back just enough to wriggle his eyebrows at you. The effect is devastating. That lazy, lopsided smile of his makes your stomach flip even after years together.
Across the table, Taehyun snorts into his water. “Hyung, you’re so gone. You just tried to feed Y/N a piece of lettuce with your fingers. You know she hates it.”
The whole table erupts—Beomgyu cackling loudest, Kai screaming something you can't comprehend, Yeonjun recording on his phone with zero shame. Even the staff friends who’ve known you all forever are trying to make a point.
Soobin tries to play it cool. He straightens up (as much as a giant clingy man can), runs his long fingers through your hair, tucking it behind your ear with exaggerated gentleness. “I’m being very normal,” he declares, voice still slurred. Then he ruins it again by leaning his full weight on you, chin on your shoulder, whispering hotly, “You smell so good… wanna go home and cuddle. Or… not just cuddle.” He wriggles his eyebrows again, playful and shameless.
You laugh, cupping his burning cheek. God, he’s so fine like this—tall frame loose and relaxed, broad shoulders brushing yours, that exposed flushed neck begging to be kissed, drunk eyes full of open adoration. Years of dating him and he still makes your heart race like the first time.
Taehyun leans over, poking Soobin’s arm. “Hyung, blink twice if she needs to carry you out.”
Soobin blinks once, slowly, then twice while staring straight at you with the hottest, dumbest smile you’ve ever seen.
The energy is starting to wind down, the warm glow of the hanging lanterns casting soft amber light over the table. Empty soju bottles glint beside half-eaten side dishes, and the low chatter of the staff friends mixes with the distant hum of the restaurant’s playlist.
You stroke his hair again. “You okay, baby? Want some water?”
“Mmm… yeah,” he mumbles, but instead of reaching for the glass, he picks up the last bit of his soju, takes two slow, deliberate sips like he’s trying to prove he can still function. The liquid makes his already flushed neck and chest look even warmer under the low lighting. He sets the glass down with careful focus, then goes surprisingly quiet.
His big body is still pressed against yours, one arm draped heavily around your waist, but the playful wriggling stops. You can tell he’s concentrating hard—eyelids heavy, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, jaw set like he’s personally fighting off sleep just to stay here with you a little longer. The ambient glow from the paper lanterns paints golden highlights across his sharp jawline and the soft curve of his lips. His broad chest rises and falls in slow, steady breaths, the open collar of his shirt slipping even lower, revealing more of that pretty flushed skin.
You keep stealing glances at him, unable to look away. He catches you every time. Each time your eyes meet, a small, sleepy smile tugs at his mouth, deep dimples carving into his cheeks like they were made just for you.
“You’re staring,” he whispers after a while, voice lower now, a little rough around the edges. He leans in closer, nose brushing your temple. “Am I that handsome when I’m drunk?”
“Insanely,” you admit, brushing your thumb over one of his dimples. “But you’re also about to pass out on me.”
“Am not…” he lies softly, then chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. The table has mostly quieted, everyone lost in their own sleepy conversations, fairy lights twinkling overhead like tiny stars. Soobin’s fingers trace lazy patterns on your side, his warmth wrapping around you like a blanket.
After another minute of comfortable silence, he straightens up just enough to look around the table, then back at you. His dimples flash again as he smiles, slow and sweet. “You want anything else, love? Dessert? More water? Anything…” He pauses, blinking slowly like the words are taking extra effort. "I'm gonna go pay, ok?"
You melt a little, heart squeezing at how hard he’s trying to be coherent and responsible even while clearly fighting sleep. “I’m good, Soob. We can head home.”
He nods, dimples deepening as he pulls you closer one last time, pressing a lingering, slightly clumsy kiss to your cheek. "Be right back."
You watch him rise, all tall and broad and still a little unsteady, that flushed neck catching the warm lantern light as he buttons his collar with clumsy fingers. The shift hits you instantly— the second he decides it’s time to handle things, the whiny, clingy drunk melts away and your responsible boyfriend clicks back into place. It’s the same Soobin who led the group through months of brutal promotions without complaint, the one who always makes sure everyone eats, rests, and gets home safe.
He stands there for a second, scanning the table with hazy but focused eyes, mentally counting bottles and plates like he’s checking for anything forgotten. His big hand rests on the back of your chair for balance, thumb brushing your shoulder once, gently, before he steps away.
Yeonjun notices immediately. With a small, knowing smirk, the older boy slips out of his seat and follows Soobin toward the counter without a word. You can’t help but smile as you watch them from afar. Soobin is already pulling out his card, insisting in that soft, slurry voice that tonight’s on him—“No, hyung, I got it. You all worked hard too…”—while Yeonjun quietly argues back, trying to split it anyway. Their voices are low, the exchange fond and familiar, like two older brothers bickering over who gets to treat the kids. It’s so cute you almost laugh out loud.
The soft amber glow of the restaurant wraps around them, fairy lights twinkling overhead, the quiet clink of glasses and low chatter from the remaining staff friends filling the warm air. Soobin towers over everyone even when swaying slightly, his broad shoulders filling out that half-unbuttoned shirt, cheeks and neck still beautifully pink. He’s fighting sleep so hard for this one last responsible act, and it makes your chest ache with affection.
You love this side of him more than anything—the quiet leader, the attentive one who acts like a true father figure to the boys even when he’s barely standing. He remembers the little things no one else does. He carries the weight without ever making it feel heavy. After years together, it still makes your heart flutter: how he can go from playful, whiny, and shamelessly clingy to this—steady, caring, and quietly in control—in the span of a heartbeat.
Eventually they come back, Soobin looking victorious but sleepy, Yeonjun rolling his eyes fondly behind him. Your boyfriend immediately returns to you, sliding back into his seat and draping his long arm around your shoulders like it’s the only place he belongs.
“Done,” he murmurs against your temple, voice soft and proud. “Ready to go home now?"
You lean into his warmth, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with soju and the faint restaurant aroma. “Yeah, Soob. Let’s go home."
Being in love with Choi Soobin came with a thousand different versions of him to adore, but your favorite was always the one that appeared after a few drinks — warm, clingy, and shamelessly affectionate, wandering around your apartment in socked feet while making you laugh so hard you barely noticed his kisses getting deeper and your clothes slowly disappearing somewhere along the way.
WARNINGS ◦ THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR ◦ nsfw content, mdni ◦ do NOT open condoms with your teeth, kids ◦ smut ◦ detailed descriptions of sex ◦ tipsy sex ◦ NOT EDITED ◦ not my proudest work, just wrote this on a whim to get it out of my head :P
9,985 ━━━━━ part two soobin x reader
۶ৎ 𝓜 , this was supposed to just be a silly short continuation of my drunk soob drabble but it turns out i got too damn excited and wrote 10k words worth of smut. can't blame me since this is my husband we're talking about. also pls spare me from the plot holes in this work because i didn't edit it and i'm not planning to do it teehee >< read part one here.
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The ride home is quiet in the best way.
Soobin’s hand never leaves you once you’re in the backseat. Even half-asleep, he keeps you tucked into his side like instinct, fingers warm over your thigh while the city lights smear across the windows. His head tips against yours every few minutes whenever the car slows down, sleepy little apologies falling from his lips each time.
“Sorry,” he murmurs after bumping your shoulder again.
“You’re literally fine.”
“M’heavy.”
“You are enormous, actually.”
His tired laugh rumbles low in his chest, warm through the quiet interior of the car. For a second he just looks at you with those heavy-lidded drunk eyes, dimples appearing slowly like his face is too sleepy to fully smile.
Then his eyebrows lift. “That’s what sh—”
“Babe,” you cut him off immediately, already laughing in disbelief as you shove lightly at his chest. “Stop. You’ve been watching way too many episodes of The Office.”
Soobin’s grin spreads wider instantly, all pleased with himself for getting a reaction out of you. It looks especially ridiculous on him right now—slumped bonelessly against the seat, cheeks pink from alcohol, hair falling over his forehead while he fights to keep his eyes open.
“I’m practicing my English, jagiya,” he says with exaggerated seriousness, words slightly slurred around the edges.
His laugh comes softer this time, quieter, until it dissolves into a sleepy sigh when he drops his head onto your shoulder again. One of his large hands slides lazily over your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth absentmindedly beneath the fabric of your jeans while the city lights flicker across his flushed face.
By the time you finally make it home, he’s visibly running on fumes.
The second the apartment door shuts behind you, the silence wraps around both of you instantly—warm, familiar, private. Shoes abandoned by the entrance, your bag dropped onto the console table, the faint scent of laundry detergent and vanilla from the candle you forgot to blow out earlier lingering in the air.
Soobin exhales deeply like he’s been holding himself together all night. Then the man just… melts. His forehead drops onto your shoulder dramatically, arms sliding around your waist from behind.
“Home,” he mumbles into your neck, voice rough with exhaustion.
You laugh softly, prying his hands loose enough to turn around. His cheeks are still pink from the alcohol, fluffy hair falling into his eyes, lips slightly swollen from unconsciously biting at them all night. He looks unfairly good standing there all sleepy and oversized in his wrinkled button-up.
“You need water.”
“M’kay.” He says it immediately, obedient and soft, eyes already drifting shut again like agreeing to the task was enough to complete it.
He does not move an inch.
You stare at him for a second from where you’re standing while he remains exactly where he is—tall body slumped against the wall, shoes half-kicked off, blinking slowly at absolutely nothing.
“Soobin baby.”
“Hm?” His head lifts just enough to acknowledge you, sleepy gaze finally finding yours.
“The water?”
“Right.”
Still doesn’t move.
You snort, stepping around him toward the kitchen, immediately hearing his socked feet dragging after you. The kitchen light spills soft gold across the countertops while you fill two glasses. Behind you, Soobin leans heavily against the island watching you with hooded eyes, completely silent.
You slide his water toward him. He takes two obedient sips before abandoning the glass entirely the second you step between his legs to put yours down beside the sink.
Immediately, his hands settle on your hips. Warm, heavy, like they belong there.
“You know,” he says slowly after a moment, voice warm with sleep and alcohol, “I think Beomgyu was trying to hit on that staff tonight.”
You glance up at him. “What?”
“Mhm.” His thumbs drag lazily against your sides. “That funny one. Soram-ssi.” He squints slightly like he’s replaying the memory in real time. “He kept filling her drink everytime she was finishing.”
You laugh instantly. “Poor Gyu.”
Soobin hums in agreement, cheek pressing briefly against your head before he looks at your eyes again. “He's the worst at flirting.”
“He’s still trying to recover from his trainee-days heartbreak,” you tease softly, reaching up to smooth his messy fringe away from his forehead. “That boy sees one cute girl and immediately starts planning the wedding.”
A sleepy grin spreads across Soobin’s face. “He really does.”
“He’s probably writing sad lyrics about her already.”
His laughter comes out quieter this time, dissolved into a tired sigh as his arms tighten around your waist instinctively, pulling you a little closer between his knees. The kitchen falls comfortably silent again for a few seconds except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic outside your apartment windows.
Then, completely unprompted, Soobin murmurs against your shirt:
“I’m glad I don’t have to flirt anymore.”
Your expression softens immediately. “Oh?”
“Mmm.” His eyes drift shut for a second. “Too much work.” A pause. “You already like me.”
The smugness in his sleepy voice makes you laugh again, but the sound catches somewhere in your chest when he continues. “Still can’t believe it sometimes,” he admits quietly. His smile turns soft at that. Really soft. The kind that always catches you off guard after all these years together.
He pulls you a little closer until your knees press between his, face getting closer for a second before he looks at you again. His expression shifts slightly then—slower, warmer. Charged.
“You wore that perfume on purpose tonight,” he murmurs.
Your breath catches a little. “What perfume?”
“That one.” His nose brushes your jaw when he leans closer. “The one that I told you I really really really really liked last time.”
“So dramatic.”
“M’serious.” His voice drops lower on the last word, making the room suddenly feels smaller.
You try to look away first, but his hand slides up your side, fingertips disappearing beneath the hem of your shirt just enough to touch warm skin. Lazy, absentminded, possessive.
“Soob,” you whisper, mostly because he keeps staring at your mouth.
“Hm?” His answer comes automatically, eyes half-lidded and fixed on your lips while his thumbs continue their slow lazy circles against your waist beneath your shirt.
“You were literally falling asleep five minutes ago.” You try to sound unimpressed, but it’s difficult when he’s looking at you like that. “Are you trying to get in my pants because this is the first time you’ve been able to sleep in since promotions started?”
The corner of his mouth twitches immediately. You narrow your eyes slightly when he leans forward again like he’s about to kiss you instead of answer properly.
“Don’t you have a schedule tomorrow morning?” you ask, pressing a hand lightly against his chest before he can fully close the distance. “Something about getting drunk on live broadcast all over again?”
That finally makes him laugh, a soft, sleepy sound that vibrates warm against your palm.
“That’s next week,” he mumbles, words brushing against your skin because he’s still trying to sneak closer between every sentence. “Tomorrow we’re off.”
“Convenient, right?” You side eye him.
“It’s true.” His nose nudges your jaw affectionately. “Stop pretending I didn’t send you my whole schedule last night, jagi.”
You blink and then narrow your eyes harder. “You sent me seventeen screenshots and a voice note where you forgot what day it was halfway through.”
“I was tired.”
“You said—and I quote—‘Thursday is either dance practice or dentist.’”
Soobin immediately starts laughing again, shoulders shaking this time.
“That could’ve been accurate.” His dimples deepen when you try—and fail—not to smile back at him. The expression on his face softens instantly at the sight of it, drunk affection settling over his features so openly it nearly melts you on the spot.
Then, quieter this time, his hands sliding a little lower against your waist:
“So can I focus on you now?”
The way he says it—low, sleepy, sincere—sends heat straight down your spine. You laugh under your breath, but it dies quickly when he pulls you flush against him between his knees, burying his face briefly against your chest with a tired groan.
“Missed you all night,” he mumbles.
You run your fingers through his hair slowly, feeling Soobin practically melt beneath your touch. His nose brushes lazily against the warm skin just above your collarbone, lips following a second later in slow absentminded kisses that feel more affectionate than intentional at first. Like he’s kissing you because he missed the feeling of it.
You feel his breathing change before he speaks again. “Hate sleeping alone,” he murmurs softly against your skin, confessing. “Couldn’t sleep properly last week,” he admits after a moment, words slower now, almost drowsy. “Kept waking up.”
You tilt his face up gently until his eyes meet yours again. They look glassy with exhaustion, pink-cheeked and soft under the kitchen lights, all the bravado from dinner gone now that it’s just the two of you.
“You should’ve called me,” you whisper.
“Mmm.” His thumb strokes beneath your shirt absentmindedly. “Didn’t wanna wake you.”
You feel the exact moment his attention shifts from sleepy affection into something slower and deeper. His hand slides further beneath your shirt, broad palm flattening against your side while he leans in again, mouth brushing your neck with more intention this time. Not teasing anymore. Not distracted.
His lips press slowly beneath your jaw, warm and slightly parted, and the quiet sound he makes against your skin nearly melts your knees on the spot.
“Soob…” you breathe.
He hums softly in response, still kissing your neck like he’s half-asleep and addicted to the feeling of you under his mouth. His other hand tightens on your hip when you shift closer between his legs instinctively.
He murmurs quietly against your skin, voice rougher now. “Missed this.”
His mouth drifts lower while he speaks, kisses getting slower and wetter now, lingering long enough to leave warmth blooming across your skin. One of his hands slips around your back, fingertips spreading against the base of your spine before pulling you fully flush against him.
You can feel how deeply he exhales at that.
The second you kiss him back properly, something in him changes, his grip tightens sharply at your waist. A low sound catches in his throat before he kisses you again, deeper this time. The kiss turns deep instantly — slow, wet, filthy in that way only years of knowing each other can make it.
“Missed your mouth,” he breathes against your lips, voice gravelly and thick with soju and need. He kisses you again before you can answer, tilting his head to get the perfect angle. He’s so tall that even when bending his torso he still towers over you, shoulders curved forward like he wants to wrap his entire frame around you.
The sound that leaves him when your fingers tug lightly at his hair nearly makes your knees give out.
“Bin…” you breathe against his mouth, already a little dizzy from the way he keeps pulling you closer every few seconds like he’s unconsciously trying to climb inside your space.
“Hm?”
You laugh softly despite yourself, chest rising unevenly while he keeps kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, anywhere he can reach without letting you go for more than a second.
“I didn’t shave today,” you murmur between breaths, trying and failing to sound serious. “Tone it down a little, Choi.”
Soobin pauses.
“Be fucking serious.”
You burst into laughter immediately, but it gets swallowed halfway when he crowds back into your space again, huge hands gripping your waist tighter.
“Do you genuinely think I give a fuck right now?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you again, slower this time but somehow even filthier. “I’m trying to get into my girlfriend’s pants because it’s been, like, a whole week since I saw her.”
“Whole week,” you repeat weakly.
“A tragic week.”
His voice drops lower at the last part, words vibrating against your skin while his mouth drifts back down your neck again. You can feel him smiling faintly against you when your fingers tighten instinctively in his hair.
“Do you know how hard it was sleeping alone after FaceTiming you every night?” he murmurs. “You’d answer looking all comfy in bed on purpose.”
“I literally wear pajamas.”
“Tiny pajamas.”
“They’re shorts.”
“They’re evil.”
You laugh breathlessly again, but it dissolves into a shaky exhale when his hands slide beneath your shirt more fully this time, palms warm against your bare skin while he kisses slowly beneath your jaw. Then his grip tightens suddenly.
“Jump,” he murmurs.
You blink, breathless. “What?”
“C’mon.” His hands slide down beneath your thighs already, sleepy impatience slipping into his voice. “Jump, baby.”
You laugh softly, but wrap your arms around his shoulders anyway. The second you hop up, Soobin catches you effortlessly with a quiet grunt, hands locking beneath your thighs while your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
And immediately—
“Oh my God,” you choke out, laughing against his shoulder. Because now you can fully feel him. Hard. Very hard.
Pressed directly against you beneath his jeans.
Soobin freezes for half a second as your laughter gets worse.
“Binnie,” you gasp, trying to breathe through your cackling. “You're so hard, baby.”
“Shut up,” he mutters instantly, voice deep and embarrassed against your neck while he starts walking anyway. That only makes you laugh harder.
“You were acting all sleepy five minutes ago and now this!”
“Baby,” he groans warningly, squeezing the back of your thigh hard enough to make you jolt a little. “Please.”
You’re still giggling when he carries you out of the kitchen, one large hand supporting you easily while the other keeps sliding up and down your thigh absentmindedly. His face stays buried against your neck the entire walk down the hallway like he’s trying to hide both his expression and his dignity.
“You think this is funny?” he mutters.
“Yes. You literally told me to jump.”
“Because I missed my girlfriend.”
“You missed having sex.”
“That too.”
You laugh again under your breath, arms still looped loosely around his shoulders while he carries you down the hallway. The apartment is quiet except for your giggling and the soft sound of his socked feet against the floor, his hands warm beneath your thighs as he holds you effortlessly against him.
Soobin nodges your bedroom door open with his shoulder.
The room is dim except for the soft amber glow from the lamp near the bed, your half-folded laundry still abandoned on the chair from two days ago and one of Soobin’s hoodies draped over the edge exactly where he left it two weeks ago.
The second he reaches the bed, he lets himself fall forward with you still attached to him.
You squeal, laughing as the mattress dips beneath both your weights, but before you can fully collapse backward, Soobin catches himself with one arm and carefully lowers you onto the middle of the bed instead.
Then he finally straightens up between your legs, hands still resting on your thighs for a second like he doesn’t quite want to let go yet.
Then his eyes drift downward. “Fuck,” he mutters quietly to himself. You follow his gaze instantly and burst into laughter again because his jeans look genuinely painful now.
“Oh, you are suffering.”
“Jagi,” he groans, dragging both hands down his face. “Please have mercy on me.”
Still muttering under his breath, Soobin reaches for the button of his jeans, fingers slightly clumsy from the alcohol while he starts undoing them with a tired sigh. You push yourself upright against the pillows to watch him, entirely too entertained by the situation.
And shameless.
Your eyes drag slowly over him while he struggles with the button for a second, broad shoulders still stretching that button up distractingly well, hair messy from your hands, cheeks flushed pink all the way to the tips of his ears.
God.
The second his eyes flick back up toward you, you pull your shirt over your head in one smooth motion.
Soobin freezes.
Actually freezes.
His half-open jeans suddenly seem completely forgotten while his gaze drops instantly to your chest, the expression on his face shifting from sleepy amusement into something visibly heavier.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes.
The words come out rough, almost reverent. Soobin’s hands drop away from his half-undone jeans like he’s completely forgotten they exist.
He’s on you in a second.
Big hands slide under your thighs, gripping hard as he pulls you down the bed so you’re flat on your back. You yelp at the sudden shift, a surprised little sound that melts into a laugh — which he immediately swallows with his mouth.
The kiss is messy and desperate from the start.
Soobin groans low in his throat the moment your lips meet, tilting his head to slot your mouths together deeper. His tongue pushes past your lips without hesitation, hot and slick, sliding against yours in slow, filthy strokes. He kisses like he’s starving — wet, open-mouthed, a little clumsy from the alcohol but so familiar he still knows exactly how to wreck you. His tongue curls around yours, sucking lightly before he licks deeper, exploring like he’s trying to map every inch of your mouth.
You moan into him and he answers with a wrecked sound of his own, one large hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you right where he wants you while the other palms the buttons of your jeans.
He manhandles you again — suddenly flipping you so you’re straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips. You yelp against his mouth at the easy strength, the way his big hands grip your behind and yank you flush against him. The sound only makes him kiss you harder.
Soobin’s breath is hot and ragged between kisses. While his mouth devours you, his hands are busy — shrugging off his button-up in one impatient motion, shoulders rolling as the fabric slides down his arms and drops somewhere behind him.
You feel the heat of his bare chest instantly, flushed pink and burning against your skin. His broad shoulders flex under your hands as he reaches between your bodies, fingers working open the button of your pants with surprising focus for how drunk he is. The zipper comes down next. He doesn’t even break the kiss while he does it — just keeps licking into your mouth, tongue slow and teasing now, like he’s savoring every little whimper he pulls from you.
“Lift,” he rasps against your lips, voice so deep and hoarse it vibrates through you.
You obey without thinking. The second you lift your hips, Soobin’s hands slide beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs with impatient roughness. He groans quietly into your mouth the moment your skin brushes his bare chest again.
“Fuck,” he breathes, forehead dropping briefly against yours like he needs a second to collect himself. “Missed this so bad.”
Your hands slide instinctively over his shoulders while he finishes pulling your pants off completely, tossing them somewhere onto the floor without looking. The movement shifts him closer between your legs, enough that you can feel the heat of him again through the thin fabric still separating you both.
You reach down between both your bodies this time, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans where they’re still hanging half-open around his hips. You end up brushing your fingers on him.
His entire body reacts instantly.
A sharp inhale. Shoulders tightening beneath your palms. His head dropping briefly onto your shoulder with a low groan that sounds almost pained.
You push his jeans down properly this time, slow enough to make him visibly suffer through it. His forehead stays buried against your neck while he shifts just enough to kick them off the rest of the way along with his socks, one of his large hands gripping your thigh hard the entire time like grounding himself.
The second they’re finally gone, he exhales deeply against your skin.
“Better?” you whisper, unable to stop smiling.
“No,” he says immediately, lifting his head just enough to look at you with drunk ruined eyes. “Worse, actually.”
You laugh softly against his mouth, but the sound dissolves quickly when he flips your bodies and kisses you again.
Your fingers slip through his hair while he goes back to kissing you, mouths parting and meeting again in soft wet presses that grow deeper every few seconds. Somewhere between one kiss and the next, he shifts higher onto the mattress, nudging you backward against the pillows while his broad body settles naturally between your legs like muscle memory.
Years together. Years of this. You can feel it in every touch.
His hand drifts down your side slowly, fingertips grazing your thigh before disappearing briefly off the edge of the mattress. At first you barely notice what he’s doing because he never stops kissing you, but then you hear the soft sound of your left nightstand drawer sliding open.
You break into a breathless laugh against his lips immediately. “Seriously?”
“Mhm,” he hums without shame, still kissing you between words while blindly reaching into the drawer beside the bed. “Know this room better than my own.”
You snort softly, but the laugh catches when his hand finally finds what he’s looking for and he pulls back just enough to glance at the condom in his fingers with sleepy satisfaction.
“There we go,” he murmurs.
Soobin tosses the condom onto the pillow beside your head, then finally lets the drawer click shut. His eyes drag down your body like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again — black lace bra, tiny matching panties, skin already flushed from his hands and mouth. A low, appreciative groan rumbles out of his chest.
“Look at you…” he rasps, voice wrecked. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
Before you can tease him for his corniness, he moves.
Big hands slide under your thighs and he yanks you down the bed in one smooth, powerful motion. You yelp as your back slides against the sheets, but the sound cuts off into a gasp when Soobin settles fully on top of you. He’s so tall and broad he blocks out the low lamplight, caging you in completely. His flushed chest presses against your lace-covered breasts, hot skin against delicate fabric.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust.
With a low grunt, he hooks one of your legs over his hip, then the other, spreading you open beneath him. The manhandling is effortless — years of experience and that quiet strength letting him move you exactly how he wants. He rolls his hips forward and presses right against your core.
The thick, heavy outline of his member in his black boxers slides perfectly against your lace-covered heat, pulsing hot and hard. You moan loudly at the contact, back arching off the bed.
“Goddamn—”
He laughs a little at that and you realize he didn't do it on purpose, which makes everything worse.
He kisses you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding hot and wet against yours while his hips keep rolling in these devastating, lazy circles. Every thrust makes his clothed dick drag right over your most sensitive part, the thin layers between you doing almost nothing to dull the sensation. He’s so big between your legs, the weight of him, the heat, the way he pulses and twitches against your warmth — it makes your already tipsy brain spin.
Soobin groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating through both of you. One of his hands grips your behind, squeezing the soft flesh as he grinds harder, fitting himself even more perfectly against you. The other hand slides up your back instead, fingers finding the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. Even half-drunk and hazy, he undoes it one-handed in a single smooth motion — years of knowing your curves making it effortless.
He pulls the lace away slowly, letting it fall somewhere off the side of the bed, and immediately palms your bare breast, warm and heavy, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he keeps grinding against you.
“My pretty girlfriend,” he murmurs hotly against your neck between kisses, voice raspy and full of affection. “So fucking perfect.”
"Bin—"
“So lucky to have you,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours, breath warm and uneven. “Love you so bad, baby… you have no idea.”
His words are slurred at the edges from the alcohol, but they’re so sincere they make your chest ache.
His shoulders shake slightly while he drops his face into your neck again, one large hand spreading across your waist like he needs something to hold onto.
Then, muffled against your skin:
“I’m so fucking hard, Jesus Christ,” he groans. “Feelin' like in our first time again.”
You burst into laughter instantly.
“I’m serious,” he mutters, lifting his head just enough for you to see the genuinely offended look on his flushed face.
Still laughing softly under your breath, your hand slides between both your bodies before he can stop you, palming him through his boxers deliberately this time.
The reaction is immediate, Soobin’s entire body jerks.
“Fuck—”
The curse tears out of him rough and low while his forehead drops heavily onto your shoulder again, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave crescents. You can physically feel the way his breathing stutters when your palm strokes over him once more.
“Oh, you weren’t exaggerating,” you tease breathlessly.
“Baby,” he groans warningly, voice wrecked already.
But you keep touching him anyway. Slow. Curious. Mean.
The second you shift your hips experimentally against him too, Soobin completely loses whatever remained of his drunken patience. A broken sound leaves him instantly.
His hands fly to your hips, holding you still for half a second like he physically can’t process the sensation before another shaky exhale punches out of him against your neck.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters again, sounding genuinely tortured now. “Do not start that unless you wanna kill me.” You laugh softly into his hair, but the sound catches when he suddenly looks up at you again. Completely gone.
All of him focused entirely on you now.
Soobin’s eyes are dark, glassy, and completely locked on your face. His breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling against yours as one of his big hands slides slowly down your body. He cups your breast for a second, then keeps going, fingertips tracing over your stomach until they hook gently under the waistband of your lace panties.
His voice comes out low and raspy, almost shy despite how hard he is against your thigh.
“Can I?” he whispers, eyes flicking up to yours.
You nod, biting your lip.
Soobin doesn’t waste time. He sits back on his knees just enough to peel your panties down your legs, lifting your hips with one hand like it’s nothing. The cool air hits your soaked core and you shiver. He groans softly at the sight of you, completely bare now, then quickly shoves his own boxers down and kicks them off.
The second his cock springs free — thick, flushed dark pink, and painfully hard — it slaps against his stomach. He’s so big it still makes your stomach tighten even after years together. The moment his bare skin presses against yours again, both of you shiver hard.
“Fuck…” Soobin breathes, lowering himself back on top of you. The heat of his cock slides right against you, hot and heavy, pulsing against your wetness. He groans at the same time you do, forehead dropping to yours.
“It’s been a while, baby,” he murmurs, almost apologetic, voice rough. “Can it be my fingers?”
Even drunk and desperate, he’s careful.
"Fuck, yes." You nod.
One large hand slips between your bodies, warm and sure. Soobin doesn’t rush. His fingers glide slowly through your folds, parting them gently, spreading the slickness that’s already accumulated there. The first touch is feather-light — just the pad of his thumb brushing over your clit in a slow, lazy circle.
You inhale sharply.
He gathers a little more of your wetness with two fingers, then brings it back up, using it to properly moisturize your clit, making the glide smoother, slicker. It’s so familiar, so practiced — the way he knows exactly how you like it after years together. His thumb stays there, rubbing slow, steady circles while the rest of his hand just rests warmly against your pussy, not pushing yet.
Soobin watches your face the entire time, that lazy, dimpled grin tugging at his lips even though his eyes are dark and heavy with lust.
“Fuck…” you breathe, biting down hard on your lower lip as a shiver runs through you.
His grin widens, dimples deepening. “You like this, right baby?” he murmurs, voice low and raspy, sweet in that devastating way only he can manage when he’s drunk and turned on. “Feel good?”
You nod quickly, unable to speak at first. Your hand flies up to grip his shoulder, nails digging into the flushed skin as your hips twitch. He keeps the rhythm slow and consistent — perfect little circles that make heat pool low in your stomach. Every time his thumb passes over the sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs tremble around his waist.
Soobin leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, still grinning against your skin.
Another soft circle, then he gathers more of your wetness again, making everything even slicker, warmer. Only then does he finally slide two knuckles down to your entrance. He teases the tip of the finger just inside, barely breaching you, before pulling back and rubbing your clit again — keeping you on edge, making everything wetter, hotter.
You whimper, gripping his shoulder harder. “Soob—”
“I know, baby,” he coos sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Just prepping a bit, 'most done.”
He finally pushes one finger in slowly, all the way to the last knuckle, curling it gently while his thumb never stops its lazy circles on your clit. The intrusion is perfect, familiar, and so fucking good. A broken “fuck” slips out of you again as your back arches slightly off the bed.
Soobin chuckles softly, the sound warm and fond. His flushed chest presses closer to yours as he watches every little expression on your face — the way your brows furrow, the way your teeth sink into your lip, the way your eyes flutter.
Your boyfriend praises you quietly, adding a second finger on the next stroke, stretching you open so easily.
His fingers move in and out in long, slow pumps, curling just right against that spot inside you while his thumb keeps working your clit in those steady, mind-melting circles. He’s completely focused on you — grinning, flushed, whispering sweet little things between soft kisses to your neck and mouth, completely lost in the way you fall apart under his hand.
Soobin curls his fingers inside you one last time, pressing firmly against that spot that makes your toes curl, before he slowly slides them out. The sudden emptiness makes you whine in protest.
He watches your face with a soft, apologetic smile, his own breathing ragged. His cock is throbbing visibly against your thigh, flushed dark and leaking steadily.
“Sorry, jagi, I'm just…” he murmurs, voice thick and raspy. “Really in a rush right now—” He glances down between your bodies, brows slightly furrowed even through the haze of alcohol.
He leans down and kisses your forehead, then your lips, sweet and slow.
“In the morning I’ll take my time with you properly, eat you out for as long as you want, make you come on my tongue first… but right now—” His hips twitch involuntarily, cock sliding against your slick folds. “I feel like I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”
You let out a breathless laugh that turns into a curse when his cock lightly drags through your warmth. While he’s still chuckling softly, he reaches down and wraps his long fingers around him, using your wetness to stroke himself slowly. The wet sound is filthy in the quiet room. He groans deep in his chest, eyes fluttering for a second as he pumps himself a few times, spreading your slick all over his length.
The sight makes heat flare through you. The ache between your legs is suddenly unbearable, making you needy for something inside you right now.
Your hand fumbles blindly on the pillow beside your head where you remember him tossing the condom. Fingers brush the foil packet and you snatch it up immediately.
Soobin’s eyes widen slightly when he sees it in your hand, but he doesn’t stop stroking himself, thumb brushing over the leaking tip.
You tear the wrapper open with your teeth — a practiced, familiar motion after years together — and pull out the condom. He shifts back just enough to give you room, still hovering over you, flushed chest rising and falling fast.
You sit up a little, reaching for him. He helps guide your hands, one of his big palms covering yours as you roll the condom down his thick length together. It’s smooth, natural, the same little dance you’ve done countless times. He lets out a shaky breath when you reach the base, giving him one firm stroke for good measure.
“Fuck,” he breathes, half-laughing, half-groaning as he presses you back down into the mattress.
Soobin hovers over you, breathing heavy, the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. Even in his drunk, urgent state, the careful boyfriend in him wins.
He reaches over to the side of the bed and grabs one of the extra pillows. As he leans, his heavy cock bobs forward and drags right over your swollen clit.
Both of you freeze for half a second, then burst into soft, breathless giggles.
“Shit—” he laughs quietly, shoulders shaking. “Sorry.”
He tucks the pillow under your hips with practiced ease, lifting you gently like he’s done a hundred times before. The new angle immediately makes you feel more open for him.
Soobin settles back between your thighs, one hand on your waist, the other wrapping around his cock again. You reach down at the same time, your fingers overlapping his as you both line him up together. The head of his cock presses against your slick entrance, hot and thick.
He leans down and kisses your bare shoulder softly, lips lingering there.
“You sure you don’t want prone tonight?” he asks gently against your skin, voice raspy but sweet. “I know it’s your favorite, I can fuck you deep like that if you want.”
You shake your head, a breathy whine slipping out as you spread your legs wider for him. “No… want you like this,” you murmur, guiding the tip of him just inside you. “Want to see you, Binnie— fuck...”
You try to pull him in with one impatient roll of your hips. A sharp, needy whine escapes you instantly. He’s so big, and it’s been two whole weeks — the stretch is intense, almost too much even though you’re basically soaked right now.
Soobin freezes right away, concern flashing across his flushed face.
“Breathe, baby,” he says softly, voice steady and comforting. One big hand strokes your side. “I already told you to not do that. It can hurt you, jagi.”
He gently takes your left leg and hooks your ankle over his broad shoulder as he's talking, opening you up even more. The new position makes you both moan quietly. He leans forward, folding you nicely under him, and lines himself up again with your help.
“That’s it,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your knee. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time — drunk, adoring, and a little worried even as his cock throbs against your entrance. He waits, patient, until you relax and nod.
Only then does he start pushing in — slow, careful, and so fucking thick. Soobin’s breath catches as the head of his cock slowly sinks into you, stretching you open inch by inch. He’s so thick that even after the improvised prep, your mouth falls open in a silent moan. The pillow under your hips and your leg hooked over his shoulder make the angle devastatingly deep.
“Shit,” he groans, voice raspy and strained. His eyes flutter shut for a second before he forces them open again, watching your face carefully. “Squeezing me too tight... Just breathe, honey.”
You nod shakily, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he keeps pressing forward, slow and steady. Halfway in, you let out a broken whimper. The stretch burns in the best way, that perfect mix of too much and not enough.
He gives you another moment, then rocks forward again, sinking the rest of the way in until his hips are flush against yours. A deep, relieved groan rumbles out of his chest when he bottoms out. You can feel him throbbing inside you, so full and heavy it makes your head spin.
“Oh my god, baby…” you moan, back arching off the bed.
He stays there for a few seconds, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours while both of you just breathe through it. His flushed chest is pressed against your breasts, skin burning hot. One of his big hands strokes your hips soothingly, the other holding your thigh against his shoulder.
Soobin’s breath hitches. His grip on your thigh tightens almost possessively as he slowly folds you further underneath him — pushing your leg higher, pressing your knee closer to your chest. The new angle forces him even deeper, and a broken moan slips out of you.
Before you can catch your breath, his other hand slides up your back, fingers threading firmly into your hair. He grips the strands near your nape with surprising strength, tugging just hard enough to tilt your head back against the pillow. His long fingers curl tight at the base of your skull, holding you right where he wants you.
Your eyes roll back instantly.
“S— fuck—” The word comes out shaky, almost slurred. The alcohol in your system basically all gone now.
He lets out a low, satisfied groan at your reaction, lips brushing your jaw.
“You like that?” he rasps, voice deep and rough.
He doesn’t wait for an answer.
He starts moving.
A deep, deliberate roll of his hips that makes you feel every thick inch dragging inside you. With your leg folded high and his strong grip on your nape and hair, you’re completely pinned under him, helpless in the best way. Soobin pulls out almost all the way, then sinks back in with a wet slap, setting a steady, filthy rhythm.
Your hands fly around desperately, not knowing where to hold on. You fist the sheets first, twisting them hard as he bottoms out again, a broken moan tearing from your throat. On the next thrust you reach for the pillow above your head, gripping it tight, but nothing feels steady enough.
Soobin notices. His grip in your hair tightens just a fraction as he leans closer, chest pressed flush to yours, lips against your ear.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, voice wrecked.
On the next deep thrust you finally settle — one hand flying up to wrap around the thick bicep of the arm that’s gripping your nape. Your fingers dig into the firm muscle there, nails biting into his flushed skin as he drives into you again and again. Your other hand slides across his broad back, scratching down the length of it hard enough to leave marks.
Soobin hisses through his teeth, a shaky groan following right after.
He keeps that steady, punishing rhythm — pulling out slow, then slamming back in deep, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. Every thrust forces a helpless sound out of you. Your nails rake down his back again as he grinds against your walls, and his grip on your hair tightens in response, keeping you right there with him.
Soobin keeps that deep, steady rhythm for a few more thrusts, then suddenly slows. He reaches up, grabs your hand that’s clawing at his bicep, and guides it to the back of his head.
You know exactly what that means.
Your fingers thread through the fluffy strands at the back of his neck and grip tight. The second you tug, you feel your boyfriend's hips stuttering.
He starts giving you shallow, experimental thrusts — little rolls of his hips that let him search for that perfect angle. Not pulling out much, just grinding and adjusting, like he was trying to find momentum or something else your drunken fucked out brain couldn't wrap around it yet. His brows were furrowed in concentration, flushed cheeks glowing under the low light, drunk eyes locked on your face like he’s studying every reaction.
You tug his hair again and his breath catches.
“Fuck—” he murmurs, voice raspy.
He then angles his hips a little higher and gives another shallow thrust.
Your whole body jolts.
A sharp, broken moan rips out of you as he finally hits it — that sweet spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and your vision blur. Soobin’s face lights up instantly, a bright, satisfied grin breaking across his flushed face, dimples deep.
“Fucking finally” he whispers triumphantly, almost giddy even while buried inside you. “Found it.” You want to laugh at his ridiculousness but you're too busy moaning his name out loud.
Soobin doesn’t waste a second. He shifts his weight, one big hand reaching down to fix the pillow under your hips, pushing it a little higher so the angle is even better. Then he hooks your leg more securely over his shoulder, folding you open wider for him.
Now that he’s locked onto your sweet spot, the man turns into a beast so he can focus completely.
His thrusts stay deep but become more targeted — slow, powerful drags that grind right against that patch of warmth on every stroke. The hand that was before gripping your hair, now grips the bed behind your head. The wet, filthy sound of him moving inside you fills the room as he keeps that perfect rhythm, never losing it once he’s found it.
You can only nod and moan, fingers tightening desperately in his skin and back. Every precise thrust makes your eyes roll back again. Soobin groans at the feeling of you pulling his hair, hips snapping a little harder as he chases your pleasure.
He adjusts the angle of your leg one more time, pressing your thigh closer to your chest, and the new depth makes you cry out. Soobin smiles against your neck — proud, drunk, and completely lost in you — while he keeps fucking you with those devastating, focused strokes.
Soobin keeps that perfect rhythm for a few more deep strokes, then suddenly slows again. You're about to curse him out when he gently lowers your leg from his shoulder, letting it wrap around his waist instead. You whine at the loss of the stretch, but the sound turns into a gasp when he slides his long arm underneath your lower back.
“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough.
With one smooth, powerful motion he pulls your hips up and glues your bodies completely together. Your chests press flush, sweat-slick skin sliding against skin. His arm stays locked around your waist like a steel band, holding you so tightly there’s almost no space left between you. Every breath you take, he feels.
The new angle makes him sink even deeper.
You both moan loudly at the first thrust.
“Fuck— Soobin,” you whimper, legs instinctively circling his narrow hips, heels digging into the back of his thighs to pull him closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers threading back into his hair at the nape like you knew he loved. "This is new, baby—"
“Better, right?” he rasps against your ear, voice wrecked. “Dreamt of this last night and wanted to try with you so bad.”
Soobin groans, deep and broken, burying his face in the crook of your neck for a second. One of his arms is still banded tightly around your waist, holding your entire body glued to his. The other arm is braced beside your head, forearm flexing hard as his hand grips the sheets in a white-knuckled fist.
"Woke up so hard and leaking all over my bed, jagi, just thinking about you like this."
Soobin looks devastating like this.
Broad shoulders curled over you, flushed chest pressed to yours, the muscles in his arm standing out as he holds himself up just enough not to crush you. His messy hair falls over his forehead, cheeks and neck still that pretty, deep pink from the alcohol and exertion. Every time he rolls his hips, the flex of his back and shoulders is mesmerizing.
He starts moving again — slower, but heavier, grinding strokes that press him right against your sweet spot with almost no space to pull out. Because he’s holding you so tightly, every thrust makes your bodies slide together, your clit rubbing against his pelvis on every roll. The wet, intimate sound of him moving inside you is filthy and constant.
You cling to him harder, legs locked around his hips, arms tight around his neck like you’re afraid he’ll disappear. Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp and the back of his shoulders.
Soobin lets out a shaky breath right against your neck.
Your moans mix together, breathy and desperate. He keeps that tight, glued-together rhythm — hips rolling in deep, filthy circles, barely pulling out before pressing back in, keeping you full and pressed against him the whole time.
His flexed arm beside your head tightens, knuckles white on the sheets as he fights to keep control.
He turns his head just enough to kiss you — messy, open-mouthed, and needy — while still holding your entire body flush against his, fucking you deep and slow in that perfect, intimate grind.
You’re getting closer.
Every deep, grinding roll of his hips pushes you higher, that tight coil in your stomach winding impossibly tighter. You can’t stop the needy sounds spilling from your lips. Your legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into his back as you pull him even deeper.
Soobin feels it — the way you start clenching around him, the way your breathing turns into short, desperate whimpers.
He grins.
That devastating, dimpled smile spreads across his flushed face, eyes half-lidded and sparkling with drunk affection even as he keeps fucking you slow and deep.
Your lips press messily against his mouth first, then trail across his jaw, sucking lightly at the sharp line there. Soobin’s grin widens, dimples carving deep into his cheeks as he tilts his head to give you more access. You kiss down the flushed column of his neck, open-mouthed and wet, tasting the salt on his skin and the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to him.
Every time your lips or tongue touch him, he lets out a soft, pleased hum, hips never losing their rhythm.
“Fuck… keep doing that,” he breathes, dimples still on full display. His arm around your waist squeezes you tighter, pressing your bodies impossibly closer as he grinds into you. “Love when you kiss me like you can’t get enough.”
You whimper against his neck and bite down gently right below his ear. Soobin’s breath stutters, the arm braced beside your head flexing hard, knuckles white on the sheets.
His arm around your waist holds you even closer, almost lifting your hips off the bed as he drives into you with those perfect, deep grinds. Your arms stay locked around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair while the heat inside you starts to blow up.
“Soobin—” you whimper against his flushed neck, voice shaking.
“I know, baby. I can feel it,” he murmurs, that dimpled grin still tugging at his lips even as his own breathing turns ragged. “You’re getting tighter.”
You bury your face in his neck, kissing and panting against his skin, desperate little moans spilling out with every roll of his hips. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling hard, and Soobin groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your lips.
“That’s it… let go for me,” he whispers hotly, voice raspy and sweet. “I’ve got it.”
The coil snaps without warning.
Your orgasm crashes over you hard. A broken cry tears from your throat as your whole body seizes up, thighs clamping tight around your boyfriend's waist. You clench around him in pulsing waves, so intensely that your vision whites out for a second. Your back arches hard against him, pressing your chest even tighter to his as pleasure floods every nerve.
Soobin’s dimples disappear as his mouth falls open in a wrecked moan, but he doesn’t stop moving. He keeps grinding deep and steady through your orgasm, drawing it out, letting you ride every wave.
Your nails dig into his back and scalp as you shake in his arms, whimpering and moaning his name like a prayer. The arm around your waist holds you impossibly closer, almost lifting you completely off the bed while he keeps fucking you through it, slow and deep, making sure you feel every single second.
You’re still trembling, thighs shaking around his waist, when Soobin’s thrusts start getting a little more desperate, his breathing turning ragged against your neck.
“Baby… I’m so close,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—”
Still overstimulated and sensitive, you push at his shoulder and then gently but firmly shove his face away from your neck. Soobin blinks, confused for half a second, dimples still faintly visible as he tries to understand.
Before he can ask, you push him harder, rolling him onto his back.
He gets it instantly.
A surprised, breathy laugh escapes him as he wraps both big arms around you and pulls you with him, never once letting you disconnect. In one smooth motion he flips you so you’re straddling his lap, him still buried deep inside you.
“Shit— okay, like this?” he rasps, eyes wide and dark with lust.
You don’t answer with words. You brace your hands on his flushed chest and start riding him.
Soobin’s head falls back against the pillow with a broken moan, eyes rolling for a second as you sink down on him again and again. The new position lets you take him even deeper, and the way your walls flutter around his oversensitive cock makes him look like he’s about to lose his mind.
“Good fuck, jagi—” His voice cracks. His hands fly to your hips, gripping hard, fingers digging into your skin as you roll your hips in deep, filthy circles.
Soobin looks completely gone underneath you.
Cheeks burning red, neck and chest flushed dark pink, messy hair sticking to his forehead, mouth open in a constant stream of shaky moans. His abs flex every time you sink down on him, and those pretty dimples keep flashing whenever he tries (and fails) to smile through the overwhelming pleasure.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he whines, voice raspy and high. “So fucking tight— slow down a little, Y/N, I’m— shit—”
But you don’t slow down. You ride him harder, bouncing on his cock with wet, obscene sounds filling the room. Soobin’s grip on your hips tightens almost painfully as his thighs start trembling underneath you.
His head presses back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut for a moment before they fly open again, locked on where you two are connected.
“Look at you… riding me so good,” he pants, half-lost in it. “My pretty girl using me after she came all over my cock… fuck, I love you. I love you so much—”
You slap your hand over his mouth, fingers pressing firmly against his lips.
Soobin’s eyes widen instantly, a muffled, surprised sound vibrating against your palm. You don’t let him recover — you grind down harder, faster, rolling your hips in tight, filthy circles that make his cock drag perfectly against your walls.
His breath hitches sharply through his nose. You can feel the hot, desperate puffs of air against your skin as he’s forced to breathe only through his nose, eyes rolling back slightly.
“Mmm—!” The sound is choked behind your hand, needy and broken. His eyebrows furrow, that pretty flushed face looking completely wrecked as you ride him without mercy.
You lean forward, putting more weight on your hand, keeping his mouth covered while you bounce and grind faster. The wet sounds between your bodies get louder, messier. Soobin’s hands fly to your hips, gripping so hard you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, but he doesn’t stop you. He can’t.
He starts thrusting up desperately to meet you, hips snapping off the bed in short, frantic strokes. His thighs tremble underneath you. Every time you slam down, he drives up, burying himself as deep as possible.
You feel him throbbing violently inside you.
His eyes squeeze shut, then fly open again — glassy, drunk, and completely gone. Harsh breaths keep punching through his nose against your palm as he fucks up into you with everything he has left, muffled whimpers and groans vibrating against your fingers.
A few more hard, sloppy movements and he breaks.
Soobin’s whole body seizes up beneath you. His back arches sharply off the bed, a loud, broken moan tearing through your hand as he comes hard. You feel every thick pulse of his cock as he spills into the condom, hips jerking uncontrollably while he keeps thrusting up into you through his orgasm, chasing every last second of pleasure.
His eyes stay locked on where you're both connected the entire time — wide, desperate, and so full of lust and love it makes your stomach flip.
When the last powerful spasm finally fades, his body collapses back onto the mattress, chest heaving. You slowly lift your hand from his mouth. He immediately sucks in a deep, shaky breath, lips parted and shiny.
“Jesus” he rasps, voice completely shot. His hands slide up your back, pulling you down onto his chest as he pants against your neck. "You're so fucking hot."
His hands slide up your back immediately, pulling you down onto his chest while both of you try to catch your breath. His heartbeat is still hammering wildly beneath your cheek, skin damp and burning hot against yours. You can barely move without feeling the aftershocks still rolling through both your bodies.
For a long moment neither of you says anything.
The room is filled only with uneven breathing and the occasional twitch of Soobin’s thighs underneath you whenever you shift slightly.
Then:
A weak little laugh escapes him.
You lift your head just enough to look at him. His hair is sticking everywhere now, cheeks completely flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and half-closed from exhaustion and alcohol.
You whisper. "Are you still drunk?"
“Debatable.”
You snort softly.
Soobin groans when you move to sit up properly, arms immediately tightening around your waist to keep you exactly where you are.
“No,” he mumbles.
“I can feel you in my lungs, baby. Is getting uncomfy for me.”
“Stay there.”
“Soobin, we need to breathe.”
“We are breathing.”
Barely.
You laugh quietly again, fingers brushing damp hair away from his forehead while his eyes drift shut under your touch almost instantly.
Drunk Soobin after sex is always devastatingly soft. Especially tonight.
“You’re so warm,” he murmurs sleepily against your shoulder. “Feels nice.” A lazy smile tugs at his lips before he suddenly starts laughing under his breath again.
“What?” You look up at him.
“I can’t believe you did that again.”
Your face heats immediately because you know exactly what he means. “You liked it last time.”
“Liked it?” He looks genuinely offended, eyes finally opening properly to stare up at you. “Baby, I begged you to do it again for like three months straight.”
You burst into laughter.
“I’m serious!” he insists, dimples appearing despite how exhausted he looks. “You can’t just do stuff like that and expect me to be normal afterward.”
The memory alone visibly affects him again because his hands squeeze your hips instinctively while he groans dramatically into the pillow.
“Oh my God,” you laugh. “You’re still hard?”
“A little,” he mutters with zero shame. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m drunk and in love with you.”
The honesty in his voice makes your chest ache a little. He notices immediately, because of course he does after all these years. His expression softens. Then quieter now, thumb rubbing slowly along your waist beneath the sheets.
“I hate your idol stamina sometimes,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest while your fingers lazily trace over the warm skin of his stomach. “I’m really sleepy, Soob. Can't go another round.”
His entire expression melts instantly.
“Aww,” he coos quietly, drunk affection taking over his face so fast it makes you laugh weakly. “My baby’s tired.”
“You literally ruined me.”
“Mhm.” His hand slides slowly up and down your back beneath the sheets, soothing and absentminded. “You did kinda start fighting for your life there at the end.”
You groan immediately and shove weakly at his chest.
“Shut up.”
His laugh rumbles warmly underneath your cheek. The room feels smaller and warmer, filled only with your shared breathing and quiet giggles. Soobin’s arms stay wrapped around you like he has no intention of ever letting go, his big hand still rubbing slow circles on your back.
After a minute, he sighs deeply, the sound content and sleepy.
“Okay… I should probably deal with this,” he mumbles, glancing down between your bodies where he’s still buried inside you, the condom now full.
You hum in agreement but don’t move. Neither does he for a few seconds. He just holds you tighter, pressing one last lazy kiss to your forehead.
With a soft groan, Soobin gently starts to pull out. You both hiss at the sensitivity — you from being overstimulated, him from how raw he feels. The moment he slips free, you immediately miss the fullness, letting out a tiny whine.
Soobin chuckles softly at the sound.
“'Can't go another round',” he mocks you, voice hoarse.
He carefully rolls you onto your side beside him, then sits up with visible effort. His tall frame sways a little as he swings his long legs off the bed. The lamplight catches on his flushed skin, the red still blooming beautifully across his neck and chest, sweat making his broad shoulders glisten.
You watch him lazily from the pillows as he peels the condom off with a tired grimace, ties it, and pads across the room on slightly unsteady legs. Even drunk and fucked-out, he’s graceful in that quiet, giant-boy way — tall, broad back flexing as he tosses the condom into the small trash bin near your desk.
He comes back immediately, crawling onto the bed like a big, clingy cat and collapsing half on top of you again. His head lands on your chest with a dramatic sigh, one arm slung heavily over your waist, leg tangled between yours.
“Done,” he mumbles against your skin, already sounding half-asleep. “Can we stay like this forever now?”
You thread your fingers through his messy hair, smiling.
“Yeah, Soob. Forever sounds good.”
He nuzzles closer, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over your heart. His voice is barely a whisper now, warm and sleepy.
“Love you… so much. Thank you for letting me have you.”
You kiss the top of his head, heart full.
“Always, baby. Now sleep.”
Soobin hums happily, already drifting off with his flushed cheek squished against you, dimples still faintly visible even in sleep.
mari's note: had so much fun writing this mwahahahah
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I’m gon’ make you feel it. - Clubbing!Mingi x f!reader
Mingi is a regular at the local club in your city. You see him every time you go over the weekends. One day, you had a hard time with your current boyfriend, so you go to your local club, “808” for comfort. But what you didn’t know, was that you’ll have a special night with a certain person you always see there..
Listened to this on a car ride & all i could think about is a clubbing mingi au 🤤.. So u obviously have to make it into a fic <3
WARNINGS- smut, big dick!Mingi, blow job, somewhat rough sex (?), rude names ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, nicknames like ‘baby’ and ‘doll’, little foreshadowing, lmk if i missed anything!
Enjoy!
Your boyfriend Angel was arguing with you again. Something about how you dress so “slutty” anytime you go out. Who does he think he is? You don’t even know why you’re dating him. Your friend put you on with him and you decided to actually go along with it. You wished you didn’t though.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Angel” you sighed.
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? You go out with short ass skirts and push up bra like a little fucking slut” he shouted at you.
Are men fucking stupid?, you think. I mean god forbid you wear something you feel confident in. One thing about you, you don’t deal with disrespect. So you told him we were done, and left.
“Okay, you’re not gonna talk to me that way. We’re done. I hope you’re glad you had to ruin another relationship in your life.”
“Oh, don’t be stupid. Let me guess, you’re going to whore yourself out at that club you always go to?” He said as you were walking out of his apartment.
You shook your head once you got out of his apartment building. I mean, are you serious? How do you get a girlfriend and then treat them like garbage? Unfortunately, he was right about you going to your favorite club. Obviously not the “whore yourself out” part. You always go to this club, “808” was the name of it. You’ve been going here ever since you turned 21. It’s not like you necessarily went there just to have a one night stand, you went so you can breathe. 808 isn’t like the usual clubs. Yeah people went there to drink their sorrows away, find someone to fuck, and to party, but the atmosphere was way more intimate. Majority of the people go there already know everyone’s name without even speaking to them.
After 15-20 minutes of walking, you finally see the familiar red sign. Once you open the door and walk in you’re greeted with your favorite bartender, Wooyoung.
“Oh hey, Y/n! Another rough time with dipshit?” He said while reading your facial expression.
“You know it. I finally broke up with him.” You sighed.
You sit down on the middle stool at the bar, the spot you always sit in. You decided to tell Wooyoung what happened, since he’s basically your best friend now. “You should’ve broken up with him waaaay sooner, girl” he informed you. “Yeah, thank you for stating the obvious, woo” you groaned.
You and Wooyoung kept talking while he served you and other customers drinks, until you heard a deep voice next to you.
Song Mingi.
Mingi was another regular here. He comes every weekend with his friends to “let loose”, you assume. “Hey! Woo! Can i please get a shot of a lemon drop, please?” He shouted, clearly already tipsy.
“Of course, that is my job.” Wooyoung said with sarcasm.
“Oh, Mingi! Meet my friend Y/n! She’s also a regular, i would say you’ve probably seen her, but you’re always to focus on partying your ass out.” You don’t know why Wooyoung decided to introduce you to Mingi, but hell, you can’t even complain. Mingi isn’t wearing a shirt, just a light black sweater (barely on), and baggy dark blue jeans, with his Calvin Klein underwear peaking out. Gosh, you knew he could see that you were staring.. but how could you not!? Looking at him is making you wanna drool, forgetting you are going through a break up.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen her. Wassup Y/n!” He shouted while smiling.
“Hey, Mingi!” You replied with a smirk.
You aren’t the type to try to flirt first, but your now, ex boyfriend pissed you off, so you decided to be different today. You looked at Mingi up and down, “I see that you’re pretty lit tonight?”. “Oh hell yeah! Life has been rough and this is the only way to feel alive!” He sat down in the seat right next to you. You snorted “you’re telling me! I just broke up with my now ex boyfriend!” His eyes sparkled for a split second, “oh really? Was he a douche?” You shook your head ‘yes’ while taking sip of your drink.
“That’s unfortunate” you turned your head at him, “Is it?”. Mingi chuckled, “Yeah, very. I mean, why would he wanna mistreat such a beautiful woman?” You giggled like you’re a middle school girl gaining a crush for a first time. “Why thank you, handsome” you replied.
Wooyoung was interested, watching this whole interaction unfold in front of him, “Oh? Did I just make a good job at matchmaking?” You snapped out of your little “trance” and gave wooyoung a look. “Yeah, I guess you did, woo” Mingi replied. You managed to get a look at Mingi, but he already was staring at you.
“So, tell me, how much of a douche was your ex?” He asked with confusion. “Hm, well, he would shame me about what I’d wear in public. Calling me a slut or a whore” you replied. Mingi gave you a disgusted face. “Are you serious? That’s not a man at all. You know, if you were with me, I would never treat you like that.” Your heart skipped a beat. You never spoke to this man before, yet he already has you wrapped around his finger. “Oh? I think i would be willing to test that.”
Mingi chuckled, “Was the sex even good?” Oh. Oh? “Don’t even get me started. Let’s just say, i had to buy certain stuff online” you smiled, being a little embarrassed. He scoffed. “Damn, so he calls you insults, but can’t even satisfy you? What a fucking loser.” You laughed, “You got that right! Unfortunately, he told me I was horrible in bed, which i doubt.” Mingi’s eyes darkened. “Well, that’s okay. I’m sure they’ll be someone who’ll be lucky to be in bed with you.”
While bitting your lip, you spurted out, “like you?” He groaned, “Would you let me, baby?” Baby. Your favorite pair of panties are now soaked. “Yeah, yeah, I would.” You took your last sip of your drink, you put the glass down, then you made the first move.
You put your hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His thick, soft, red lips felt perfectly on yours. You knew he was gonna be a good kisser, but you still melted into him. You guys are now fully making out. Wooyoung obviously sees you guys, but knowing his freaky ass, he’s probably enjoying the view. Mingi dragged his hands all the way down your back to grope your ass. “mm” you groaned, Mingi must’ve liked that because he smirked into the kiss. “Y/n.. let’s go upstairs..” you agreed and you both started to make it upstairs.
While trying to get upstairs, you can’t help but be great full for the owner adding a second story that has private “bedrooms” for events like this. It was a very smart idea, you had thought.
Once you guys got into the room and locked the door, Mingi pounced on you. “Mmm, I been waiting for this moment ever since i laid my eyes on you.” Kissing you, putting his hands wherever he can. He groped your ass once again and you groaned. “Fuck, please..” Mingi stopped, “What?” You were so horny. You were desperate for anything. “Please, I need you, I need more.” You begged while he chuckled. “Okay, anything for you, princess”
You tugged at his jeans, wanting, no, needing his pants and underwear off. “Take it off” you murmured. “Please, I wanna suck you off.” You said while giving him puppy dog eyes. “You’ll be able to handle it?” He asked. You got an attitude, scoffing at that. Of course you can handle it. You dropped to your knees, pulling down his pants and underwear off at the same time. You were immediately amazed. He was huge. Perfect length, perfect girth, nicely shaved, and just nice to look at. Looks like something you’ve seen before on a certain app.. but that’s not important right now. What was, was giving him the best head he’s ever gotten.
“You like what you see?” Clearly, you drooling over his cock was boosting his ego. “What does it look like?” You finally decided to touch his erected cock, rubbing his glistening red tip, then dragging your hand all the way to the base. You decided it was time to give it a taste. You give his tip a lick, grinning when Mingi buckled his hips forward. While remaining eye contact, you put his whole cock in your mouth, gagging because it’s too big. “F-fuck, there you go, yeahh” Mingi praised. You could barely breathe, you took it out and decided to travel down to his balls. Using your tongue, you started sucking on his left ball, groaning like you haven’t ate in a decade. “Fuck.. who knew you were so nasty, hm?” Mingi whispered. You giggled, feeling confident in yourself at the moment. You went back to his cock, sucking on it. You started bobbing your head, using your left hand to fill the empty space. Deep throating him, you were a gagging mess. Your chin was filled with your spit. “Look at you, a fucking mess. You like my cock that much, huh?” Mingi spoke. You gave yourself a break, responding back “fuck, yes.”
“I need to be inside you” Mingi demanded. Mingi grabbed your arm and pulled you up to him. He started to kiss you again, like you have one more day to live. He stopped, looking at you up and down, “Why is your clothes still on?” He asked. “I don’t know, they’re kinda pointless, don’t you think?” He grinned, “They most definitely are” you smiled back. You started to strip, Mingi helping you to make the process quicker. Finally, you’re fully naked. Mingi’s were in pure bliss, all he had was praises for you. “You’re so gorgeous, my love” you giggled, “Thank you, handsome” Mingi was not done, “No seriously, you’re perfect. I don’t know how your ex could ever mistreat you, you’re so unbelievably beautiful.” Being in a toxic relationship for about 5 years with someone who never complimented you, definitely shifts you as a person. Being complimented by Mingi felt good, Insanely good. It felt like a drug.
“Mingi, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna go feral.” He chuckled, he picked you up and threw you on the edge of the bed. Looking at your gorgeous face, he muttered “Fuck, i don’t have a condom on me..” you shook your head, “it’s fine, fuck me raw.” Mingi smirked, trying to line up his cock to your wet hole. He decided to tease you a bit, slapping his cock on your aching hole, waiting for your reaction. Your hips buckled, while you groaned in frustration. “Okay, doll, I’ll stop” Mingi giggled.
After 5,000 years, Mingi finally slid his cock inside you. He was huge. It almost didn’t fit inside your tiny body. But, Mingi was gonna make it fit, no matter what. “Ah, fuck..you’re big, min.” He didn’t move right away so you didn’t feel discomfort. “Just tell me when you’re ready for me to move, doll.” You gave a nod to move and he did exactly that. It was slow. Passionate. You haven’t had sex in a long time so this felt ethereal. “F-fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around me..” Mingi stuttered out. “Mmf, fuck! Please… harder..” you begged. He sped up his pace. “Harder? Oh, I’m gon’ make you feel it.” He muttered. You started to get the feeling that you were close, so you got quiet because you were too focused on how close you were. All you could hear is Mingi whimpering and his balls slapping against your ass. “Mmm, you’re so perfect, my love. So perfect for me, like you were made for me. Are you close? I’m not cumming until you do.” Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Im close, soooo close, f-fuckkk!” You cried out, squeezing around Mingi like he’s gonna leave. Next thing you know, he slid out of you, and you feel liquid sliding down to your other hole. Mingi’s orgasm also came, feeling something warm falling on your lower stomach.
You guys just laid on the bed, catching your breath, you spoke up. “That was the best sex I have ever had.” You turned your head to look at him but he was already staring at you. “Yeah? I guess we should do this more often then.” You shook your head yes. I mean, Mingi is definitely attractive, he has a big dick, and he actually knows how to use it. Might as well do it more often. “Okay, but I really do wanna get to know you.” You smiled, “Of course, where do you work?” He scrunched his eyebrows, “Wow, straight to the big questions.” You giggled, “Sorry, ex worked as a ceo and now Iknow to stay away from them.” Mingi sat up, “Nah, you’re good. But, uhm.. I don’t know if you’ll be okay with this..” You got worried so you sat up with him. “Just tell me, I’m sure I won’t mind..” praying in your head, that you really won’t mind.
“I actually do only fans, as my job.. Well, until i get enough money to afford college..” You looked at him with a shocked look. No way.. you spoke up, “Wait, are you ‘fixon_n_on’ ?!” You were like every desperate adult, you would go on certain inappropriate websites to satisfy yourself (since your shitty boyfriend couldn’t). Your top one favorite page, you would always go on your really desperate night was named “fixon_n_on.”
“Wait, you watched me before?!” Mingi asked, being very intrigued. “On many desperate nights, that I am very embarrassed to admit.” You muttered, shyly. Mingi smirked, “Well, how do you feel now that you just fucked a porn star?” You giggled, “Well, that was the best orgasm I had in months so, good!”
Mingi looked at you with hearts in his eyes, “I really like you.. May I have your number?” He asked. You gave him your number and the rest is history….
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I took SOOO long to publish this, i am soo sorryy😩 i am a heavy practitioner… but i’m on a 14 hr car ride because I’m driving home from my vacation (went to Florida & i alr miss it💔😢) so i decided to finish this fic !! :) anyways, i hope you enjoyed it! I hope you liked my little foreshadow lolz.
warnings. legal age gap, degradation, praise, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), fingering, probably more but im lazy
a/n: “Shades Of Cool” by Lana Del Rey inspired this small fic (?). Feel free to request fics! it’d help me get out my slump :). Enjoy.
older!soobin a gentle, mature, and lonely man. he didn’t care much for relationships of any sorts. they were messy and tiring. yet he made a small exception for you… or did he?
older!soobin in between your thighs, just eating you out. his tongue softly gliding through your folds. two gentle fingers pumping in and out. “mmhg - binnie please! just put it in!” you moan, your fingers tangling in between his hair. “don’t be a needy girl, you know i wouldn’t want to hurt you.” he’d softly speak against your thigh. the vibration of his voice down there was just enough to make you release your juices all over his face. “so tasty baby, give me one more. i promise to stuff you full after. think you can do it honey?”
older!soobin who makes you sit down on his cock, knowing it’s too much for you. he loves seeing your face as you struggle to take all of him in. “atta girl, you can do it. make me proud.” he said softly with a smile as he fondled your right breast, his other hand sitting on your waist.
older!soobin who didn’t last much in this position before he took over. laying you back down and plunging into you gently. “so proud of you honey, you took it all this time.” he’d puckered kisses all over your jaw and chest. his thrusts slowly became more consistent and sharp. the tip of his cock grazed your cervix here and there, the sensation being almost electric. a sensation that always scared you and soobin loved it. he loved seeing the fear in your eyes. “how stupid.” he thought. “t-too deep binnie! please i’ll really—” before you could finish he cut you off. “shh, don’t be so stupid just be quiet.” the way he said it was so condescending, yes it hurt, but of course you didn’t care.
older!soobin who fucked you like you actually meant something to him. he went above and beyond to make you feel all sorts of pleasure you’d never have imagined. he especially loved pressing down on your tummy bulge. “you’re so full. of me.” his quiet groans in sync with your small moans and whines.
older!soobin who dragged out his thrusts to make you feel it extra, your loud incoherent voice filled the room as you came. a white ring forming around his cock as he thrusted in and out of you. “i’ll paint your pretty tummy tonight.” he pulled out, releasing thick ropes all over your stomach, some of it even getting on your chest. you could’ve help but smile. everything felt so euphoric and beautiful. he felt it too right?
“i love you soobin.”
“don’t be such a dumb girl.” he softly spoke before kissing your forehead.
older!soobin who disappeared just like he came. out of nowhere. he taught you so much and the most important thing; you could never break through his cool and lonely world. his heart would never be available. not to you, anyway.