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‧˚⊹ prologue; you and a few of your classmates had just finished a brutal college group project and decided to celebrate by getting drinks. what was supposed to be a fun and carefree night ended up being a night you wouldn't forget, when soobin drinks more than he could handle.

‧˚⊹ content; 3.1k words — 18+, alcohol, drunkenness, oral sex, blow job (reader receives), make-out, nipple play, smut

"cheers!"

you all clink your glasses together, sharing laughs and sighs of relief. after a month of relentless work, the simple sound of glass chiming and faint smell of soju are enough to melt away the stress of countless sleepless nights.

as your glass meets the others, you noticed soobin from the corner of your eye, sitting across from you. his gaze was lowered to his lap, raising his glass like he was reluctantly drafted into this. he's not usually the type to drink, let alone go out.

whenever you worked on the project, he stayed quiet — awkward, almost aloof. he'd finish his part of the project, then wordlessly fix the others' mistakes without ever pointing them out. to be honest, he pretty much carried most of the workload without anybody noticing.

but you did.

you noticed.

the same way you'd always notice his length showing through whenever he’d wear grey sweatpants. it felt almost wrong to think about. he seemed so innocent and gentle. but fuck, the idea of his figure lingered in your head all the time.

one of your classmates suddenly stood up.

"you guys up for another round? on me!"

a collective cheer rose from the table. its pretty hard for you to decline when someone is offering free drinks.

you noticed soobin was the only one not cheering, awkwardly hunched over in his chair, playing with his empty glass. his cheeks were slightly pink and two empty glasses guiltily sat in front of him, like evidence. your classmate, who offered another round, noticed this too.

he let out a loud chuckle, teasingly.

"has soobin already reached his limit? only after three shots?"

the entire table laughed. you let out a small giggle. when you turned your head to look at soobin, you realize he was already looking at you. he jolts, bringing his empty glass to his lips pretending to drink, like that’ll save him. you could tell he was embarrassed. his face was already pinkish before; now he was really flushed. for a guy his size, you wouldn't have expected him to be so sensitive to alcohol.

you all filled your glasses and cheered to another round. the sound of everybody's glasses clinking felt warmer somehow.

you noticed soobin hesitating to drink, tracing the rim of his glass with his thumb. another classmate noticed this too, calling him out.

"soobin, are you lightweight or what? how can you only handle three glasses?"

laughter filled the table again. you quietly laugh too, awkwardly. he was embarrassed, needless to say, but this time he seemed somewhat miffed. he muttered back, "i can handle my liquor."

"right right. three little shots in—how long have we been here—three hours!" your classmate teased.

you see his grip tighten around the glass.

slam.

the sound cracks across the table.

"fuck," he breathes.

you jolted a little. the entire table went silent. in one swift motion, he grabs a bottle of soju. red cap between his teeth, a sharp twist. the seal snaps. he spits out the cap onto the table.

and then he chugs.

the. entire. bottle.

you watched in awe, just like everyone else.

but holy fuck was that hot.

you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he opened the bottle. biting onto the red cap, untwisting with his bare teeth, fuck. the way his jaw flexed as he swallowed, a drop trickling down the corner of his mouth, trailing onto his flushed neck.

when he finished, he slammed the bottle down, followed by a sharp inhale, his shoulders rising as the burn hit him.

soobin, the same awkward, quiet, dorky guy who was babysitting three shots, just downed an entire bottle of soju.

the table erupts. hands grab him on both sides, shaking him by the shoulders, knuckling his hair. he lets out a keen exhale, eyes closed tight. he shoved them away aggressively. you couldn’t tell if he was actually upset or the taste really got to him. he faced his head down at the table, looking almost defeated. the cheers had simmered down.

he reached for another bottle.

once again, cap between teeth, twisted off within seconds. he spits it out — hard. the cap ricochets off the table, clattering onto the hard floor.

bottoms up.

another bottle gone.

the cheers were deafening.

“shit soobin, i didn’t know you had that in you!”

“fuck yeah—heres one to soobin!”

you watch as another shot is poured into his glass.

he still doesn’t seem to register the weight of what he just did.

your glasses meet again, but this time he clinks his a little too hard, even letting out a loose chuckle when doing so. his lips were wet and glossy from the alcohol. his face was very flushed now, pink spreading across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. he drags a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face, leaving it messier than before.

seeing this alone let your imagination run uncontrollably. the way his fingers slid through his hair. the way his soaked lips glistened. you feel your throat tighten.

you down two shots, one right after the other, just to snap yourself out of it.

you swallow hard, pretending the heat in your chest was from the alcohol, but fuck, that was hot. you can't help but wonder how it would've felt if his hands were pushing your hair back instead — firmly. deliberately.

“god, im pathetic,” you think to yourself

you take another shot

11:23 pm

everyones laughter had died down by now. you’d only hear a small giggle every now and then. luckily for you, you know how to handle your alcohol.

the rest of the table? not so much.

you and two others were still sober. well, sober enough.

you glance across the table at soobin.

what a fucking idiot.

he knew he couldn’t handle two bottles — let alone three shots. everybody there knew that. and now here he is, completely slumped over the table in defeat. his flushed cheek pressed flat against the surface, one arm hanging limply to his side, the other still loosely clutching onto the empty bottle like it means something.

he looked smaller somehow.

out of nowhere, one of your classmates jolts upright, nearly knocking over the bottles in front of him.

“m ti—going home,” he slurs, words melting into each other. “i’m—su—yeah. home.”

he sways on his feet.

one of the still-sober guys stands up, grabbing him before he stumbles over. “yeah, okay. that’s our cue. i’m taking this dude home.”

chairs scrape. someone else groans dramatically, trying to stand and failing.

the other sober guy laughs under his breath and hooks an arm around another drunk classmate. “alright, let’s call it a night. yo, y/n—” he glances at soobin, still folded over the table. “can you take soobin home? he looks completely wasted.”

you blink.

“wait huh?”

but he’s already halfway out the door, dragging the others with him. “you got him, right? text us when you’re good!”

and just like that, they’re gone.

you stare at the door.

what the fuck.

you turn back to soobin.

he hasn’t moved.

still slumped. still breathing slow and heavy. a thin string of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

you have got to be kidding me.

you let out a scoff and walk around the table, stopping beside him. up close, you can see how flushed he still is. his hair’s a mess, soft strands falling over his eyes, sticking slightly to his damp forehead.

“yo,” you say, nudging his shoulder. “get up.”

a part of you is pissed. you wanted this night as a way to unwind — relax, but now you're stuck babysitting a guy who is completely hammered.

yet another part of you can’t stop thinking about how hot he looks. you hadn’t noticed before, but his shirt was slightly unbuttoned now, just enough to expose a glimpse of skin. his chest is flushed too, pink spreading downward beneath the collar. you can’t help but imagine how far his flushed, pink skin goes.

fucking hell.

you nudge his shoulder once more, this time harder.

he blinks up at you, eyes hazy and unfocused.

he lets out a small noise, almost like a whimper.

“i’m not carrying you like this. come on.”

there’s a faint pout on his face, like he’s trying to process your words through layers of alcohol.

surprisingly, he obeys.

he pushes himself up unsteadily, almost tipping sideways.

“careful—” you grab him instinctively.

he leans into you.

his weight drops against your side,

“jesus, you’re heavy.”

he doesn’t argue. he just nods slightly, compliant, like he trusts you completely.

you slide his arm over your shoulder, gripping onto his waist to steady him.

thats when you feel it.

the heat of his body through his shirt. the solid weight of him pressed against you. the faint scent of his cologne, the sharp sweetness of soju, his sweat, all mixed together.

fuck.

you can already feel yourself getting a hard-on just by his scent alone.

he mumbles something under his breath. you can feel it more than hear it. the vibration of his voice flutters against your shoulder. his head shifts closer to yours, leaning onto your collar. you feel his breath press against the side of your neck.

“what?” you ask. you feel your cheeks start to fluster.

he starts to burrow his head between your neck and collarbone. feeling his hair brush against your skin tickles you, making your entire body jerk a little.

“m’fine,” he whispers.

you huff. “you downed two bottles. you’re not fine.”

outside, the cold night air hits both of you. he lets out a sharp exhale. his grip tightens slightly around your shoulder.

you pull out your phone, juggling his weight while ordering an uber.

it’s only then that it hits you.

you don’t know where he lives.

“shit.” you grumble.

there’s no way you’re letting him wander off like this.

you type in your own address.

12:42 am

you finally reach your front door. going up four flights of stairs with a six foot man pressed up against you was easier said than done.

you try letting him collapse onto the couch, but he dragged you with him. falling onto his hard body, he lets out a small whimper. his chest pressed against yours, heavy and warm. the same scent of him lingers — cologne mixed with soju. it hits you in a way that makes your stomach twist.

he makes a soft, mumbled noise, half complaint, half acknowledgment, head still tucked against your collarbone. you freeze for a second, your heartbeat spiking at how close you are.

you feel something poking your thigh. something stiff. you know what it is, undoubtedly. trying to unlatch yourself from his arm, your thigh rubs against his cock. he let out a louder whimper this time.

you feel your dick start to harden again. you can’t help yourself. his length pressed up against you, his scent, his unbuttoned shirt.

his cheeks are still pink, lips still glistening.

fuck.

suddenly, his body starts to shift.

trying to get up once more, he sharply inhales. his eyes, slowly blinking, makes its way towards yours.

he mumbles.

“y/n… im sobe—mngh.”

your thoughts settle back. flustered, you try to push yourself off him.

his hands quickly wrap around your arms on both sides, holding you in place.

“soobin? what are you–”

he interrupts you with a low, frustrated groan.

picking himself up, he keeps his hands pressed onto your arms — tight, like you're trying to get away. his legs stretch out along the couch, one still planted firmly along the cushion while the other hangs slightly off the edge, foot grazing the floor for balance.

you’re kneeling on the couch between his legs. not touching, but not far either. close enough to feel the warmth of him. close enough to see the large bulge between his thighs. his head was facing down. a part of you felt tense, wondering what he’d do next.

he lifted his head up. your faces were close. closer than you meant to be. his gaze slowly met with yours. for a moment, everything stills. looking into your eyes, his tongue swipes lightly over his bottom lip. his cheeks grew pink, spreading to his ears.

“y/n.” he murmured, voice low and uneven. “im sobered up now.”

you could tell he fully wasn’t.

“fuck.”

his head drops suddenly, chin dipping toward his chest like he’s trying to collect himself — maybe even hide the way he’s looking at you. his fingers tighten slightly where they’re still holding onto you.

“please,” he begs unsteadily, “touch me y/n.”

he shifts his hand away from your shoulders and grabs your hand, placing it on his cock, gripping tightly. he let out a small whimper.

you feel your entire face flush. you can tell how large his length is underneath just by your grip. you feel it pulsate, like he was already about to finish in his pants just by your touch.

“fuck y/n… you—mmngh—you don’t know how long i wanted to touch you like this.”

you couldn’t control yourself. you free your hand from his grip and grab him by his hair, the other hand grabbing his collar, forcing your lips onto his. his lips were warm, faintly sweet and shaken from the lingering taste of soju.

he doesn’t resist.

the truth was, he was hoping you’d do something.

he swiftly moves his hands towards the nape of your neck, moving you closer. he slips his tongue into your mouth, still carrying the taste of soju. you feel your lips soaked from his saliva. his movements were aggressive — hungry for more.

you push him back, letting out short breaths.

you go to adjust you boner, almost embarrassed to do so even when his was practically piercing through his pants.

he notices.

“please — fuck — let me..”

his hand reaches towards your cock. with his tight grip, he brushes his thumb against your tip, stroking it softly. you feel your body go weak and get that twist in your stomach. you let out a staggered moan.

your eyes meet again. you watch as he looks down guiltily, reaching for your waistband, slowly dragging his middle finger across the rim of your pants.

he looks at you for a moment.

“can i?”

your had your hand over your mouth, trying to hide your face. you felt slightly embarrassed at how turned on you were getting. you nod at him, signaling him to keep going.

you didn’t know what he was going to do, but you didn’t care. his touch and scent alone was enough already.

he suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you closer, crashing his lips onto yours. his tongue pierced through your lips. the soju still lingered.

he let out soft groans with each swift movement he made with his tongue. you felt his hands unsteadily touching you all over, making its way up to your chest, tracing up to your nipples.

wrapping his hands around your chest, he used his thumbs to flick your sensitive nipples. each flick made you let out a shaky moan, uncontrollably. your nipples were tender — delicate. you felt your knees weaken. you push him off to catch your breath.

you let out short breaths. the air was thicker. warmer. regardless of your efforts, he kept teasing your nipples.

“soobin— wait— mngh..”

your body was reacting uncontrollably.

soobin noticed how flushed your face was. he finally let go of your chest. you watch as he stood up, just as out of breath as you are. his body towered over you. you turn to face him, sitting upright on the couch.

he grabs the nape of your neck once more, lifting your head to face him. you felt his fingers run through your hair, gripping tightly this time. your lips meet again, more gentle this time. you could feel his figure gradually kneeling down, slowly pulling back his lips from yours.

you open your eyes to see him kneeling in front of you, like an obedient puppy.

he reaches for your knees, spreading your legs apart to give him better access. he strokes your erect dick through your pants. you can’t help but moan.

“fuck soobin. i can’t wait any longer.”

he shifts his hands to the sides of your waistband, pulling down your pants. you see his eyes widen. his sharp breaths stop for a minute. his gaze met yours. eyes locked, he reached to take off your underwear, revealing your dick.

“fuck… y/n.”

he wrapped his warm fingers around your tip, grazing the rim with his thumb. your entire body shudders.

“please, y/n… can i?”

his eyes, full of hunger.

you moan, “just do it— mngh— already.”

your voice is unsteady. his easy touches are enough to make your body fold.

you watch as he brings his mouth, already open, towards the tip of your cock.

he licks the side of your shaft, slowly moving towards your tip. his licks feel wetter — warmer.

he opens wider, slowly putting your length into his mouth.

his tongue circles your entire shaft while inside. you slip out a whimper.

“fuck soobin— mmngh— soobin wait..!”

you move both of your hands to grab his hair. it was damp from sweat. you dragged his head closer, trying to fit all of your length into his mouth.

he hurried his pace, going faster. you watched your tip poke his cheek. through each suck, he would let out shaky groans and whimpers. you would hear his muffled voice try saying your name, even with your dick in his mouth.

“soobin— oh fuck— ngh..! i’m gonna.. fuck… soobin”

you felt your body reaching its climax. sweat trickled down from your forehead, tracing down your neck.

“mmmngh..!”

you let out a louder, jerky groan.

you pushed his face away from your dick. a thin string of saliva stretched out between your tip and his swollen pink lips. you felt the load rush through your shaft, hurtling out onto his face. a line of your cum dripped down from his nose to his cheek. another spilling onto his hair.

you slouched back onto the cushion, panting.

you felt your cock twitch.

“fuck soobin…”

you watch as his figure towered over you once more, wiping your load off his face.

he brings it to his lips — pink and wet.

he licks his fingers covered in your cum.

you feel your cheeks start to flush once more.

you watch him take heavy breaths through his nose.

“y/n,”

you watch as he reaches to unbuckle his belt with his other hand.

“…aren’t you gonna return the favor?”