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“𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫” 𝜗℘ 𝐂𝐒𝐁.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 christian!sb X fem!reader 12k+ words smut / suggestive / humor MINORS DNI

ᝰ.ᐟ religious themes sex in church bathroom dom!yn sub!sb kind of forbidden romance kissing yn rubs her feet on sb’s dick corruption kink if you squint yeonjun giving slutty advice

𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ uhhh. Idk what to say about this lol. I’m proud of it but I feel like I always lose the plot towards the end- and it's very demotivating. Enjoy though 🤍💋

Soobin’s dorm room smelled faintly of old textbooks and laundry detergent, a scent he secretly liked. He stood in front of his half-open suitcase, carefully folding his shirts, socks, and jeans. Each fold was precise, deliberate—as if the neatness of his packing could somehow impose order on the chaos he secretly feared summer would bring.

“Man, you’re pathetic.”

Soobin’s head snapped up. Yeonjun was sprawled across his bed, one arm dangling off the side, smirking like he was auditioning for the role of devilish roommate in a soap opera. “Pathetic?” Soobin asked, raising an eyebrow as he folded a pair of socks with surgical precision.

“Yes! You! Look at you, all neatly packed and wholesome, probably daydreaming about Bible verses and your mom’s chicken pot pie,” Yeonjun said, gesturing dramatically toward the suitcase. “Meanwhile, I’ve got a summer of adventure lined up!”

“I really don’t want to hear this,” Soobin muttered, sliding a stack of shirts into the suitcase and zipping it halfway.

“Ah, don’t be such a bore. I’m just talking logistics,” Yeonjun said, leaning forward with the air of a professor about to give a lecture on debauchery. “I’ve got the beaches mapped out, bars on the rooftop scoped, and a festival calendar that’ll make you question your life choices. And yes… there are girls.” He let the word linger in the air like a taunt.

Soobin stiffened. He could feel a flush creeping up his neck. “Yeonjun—please. I don’t want to hear about your… girls.”

Yeonjun laughed, a rich, dramatic sound that bounced off the bare walls of the dorm. “Not interested? Bro, twenty-four years of careful, moral living, and you think you can dodge the reality of life forever? It’s not just about kissing someone—though, let’s be honest, that’s long overdue—it’s about experiencing the chaos, Soob!”

Soobin picked up a neatly folded pair of jeans and shoved them into the suitcase, hoping his calm, orderly movements would somehow shield him from the storm of Yeonjun’s commentary. “I’m perfectly content experiencing… textbooks and prayer,” he said dryly, zipping the side of the suitcase a little higher.

Yeonjun threw himself onto the floor dramatically, one arm across his forehead. “Textbooks and prayer? Seriously? That’s your entire summer plan? Man, you’re like a monk trapped in a human body. A very tidy monk.”

Soobin couldn’t help but let a small, exasperated laugh escape. “I think I’ll survive.”

“You think you’ll survive?” Yeonjun echoed, sitting back up and wagging a finger at him. “Soob, you’re twenty-four! You should be living a little, learning a little, maybe getting… ahem, hands-on experience.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a mock-whisper. “You know, before you end up writing a thesis on the virtues of chastity while everyone else is… well, not.”

Soobin groaned, pressing his hands to his face. “I’m not interested. And I’m not going to—”

Yeonjun clapped a hand over his mouth, gasping in mock horror. “Not going to? Oh my god, I can’t even! You’re like a living, breathing cautionary tale. Twenty-four years of avoiding fun like it’s the plague. I honestly don’t know how your parents tolerate it.”

Soobin gave him a flat look. “I think they like it.”

“Yeah, sure. They like it until they start worrying you’re never going to experience a date night or… well, anything else,” Yeonjun said, lounging back on the bed like a general surveying a battlefield. “I mean, come on, Soob. You’re going to the beach this summer, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re planning on—what—reading a Bible in the sand? Coloring in a devotional while everyone else is… sunburned and kissing?” Yeonjun laughed so hard he nearly rolled off the bed.

“I really don’t want to hear your commentary,” Soobin muttered again, zipping the last side of his suitcase.

“You’re impossible,” Yeonjun said, pointing a finger at him like he’d just discovered a new species of human. “You’re like… the poster child for un-fun. I don’t even know why we’re friends.”

Soobin tried not to smile. “Probably because you’re loud and obnoxious and relentless, and I’m too polite to kick you out of my room.”

“That’s true! You are polite.” Yeonjun leaned back with a satisfied grin. “But one day, Soob, mark my words… one day, you’ll cave. And when you do, I’ll be there to witness every glorious, scandalous moment.”

Soobin could only groan and close the suitcase fully. He thought of home, of his parents, of quiet dinners and long, predictable evenings. Peaceful, safe, ordered… predictable. Perfect.

And completely unprepared for what—or who—summer would bring.

⸻

You slump onto your bed, arms crossed, staring at the ceiling as if it might magically give you a way out of this conversation. Your parents sit across from you, both wearing those impossible “disappointed-but-calm” expressions they pull out whenever they want to remind you that you’re still a child in their eyes.

“You’re going to stay with the Chois this summer,” your father says, his voice slow and deliberate, as if speaking too fast might let you slip out some excuse.

You blink. “Wait, what? The Choi family?”

“Yes,” your mother chimes in, hands folded primly on her lap. “Mr. and Mrs. Choi have kindly agreed to host you while we’re away. It’s… for your benefit.”

You bite back a laugh. “For my benefit?”

“Yes. We think it’s necessary for you to be in a wholesome, structured environment while we’re gone,” your father says, his tone calm but firm. “After… the recent incidents, we believe it’s best if someone else keeps an eye on you for a few months.”

You groan dramatically, rolling onto your side. “Oh, because obviously hanging out at home is so dangerous. I might… I don’t know… breathe too loudly or something.”

Your mother frowns. “Y/N, don’t make light of this. We’ve already discussed the situation with your… extracurricular activities. The partying. The drinking. The… immoral behavior.”

You sit up, glaring. “Unholy behavior? Really, Mom? That’s what we’re calling it now? I was at a concert. I had a couple of drinks. And yes, I—” You catch yourself and roll your eyes. “Fine, yeah, I slept with someone. But it’s not like I’ve been sacrificing virgins or something.”

Your father pinches the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t about dramatics. This is about maintaining your integrity and… your family’s reputation. You’ve been given too much freedom, and clearly, it’s become a problem.”

You tilt your head, smirking. “So, I get punished by being sent to hang out with someone else’s obedient kid? Sounds fun.”

Your mother sighs heavily, the kind of sigh that carries all the frustration of decades. “It’s not a punishment, Y/N. The Choi family is deeply Christian, and their son is an exemplary young man. We trust that spending time with them will… help you reflect on your behavior and make better choices.”

You raise a brow. “Better choices? You mean, like, not having fun?”

“Yes,” your father says, like he just solved the world’s biggest problem. “And not… succumbing to temptation. You’ve shown a pattern of poor judgment. This summer is an opportunity for you to learn responsibility, self-discipline, and—”

“Boring,” you mutter under your breath, earning a sharp glance from your mother.

“What was that?” she asks, lips pressing into a thin line.

“Nothing, nothing,” you say quickly, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “I just… can’t wait to help with chores and recite Bible verses with them every morning. It sounds… amazing.” Your voice drips with sarcasm, and you know they can hear it.

Your parents exchange a look, the kind that makes you feel simultaneously guilty and triumphant. They clearly know you’re being deliberately difficult, but they also know they can’t make you behave through anger alone. You’ve grown too clever for that.

“Y/N,” your father says, voice firm. “We’re not asking for your opinion on this. This is not a negotiation. You will stay with the Chois. You will follow their rules. And you will behave as though you were raised in their household.”

You lean back, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. “Sure, sure. I’ll be a model guest. Help with dinner. Smile politely. Maybe even say a few prayers if you like.”

Your mother’s jaw tightens. “We are serious, Y/N. This is for your own good.”

You nod slowly, putting on your best fake serious expression. “Yes, Mother. Father. I will be perfect. Hallelujah.”

As soon as they step out of the room, you burst into laughter, collapsing onto your bed again. They have no idea what a challenge you are. No one knows how far you’ve pushed the boundaries, how much of a ‘rebel with a cause’ you’ve become.

⸻

The drive home felt quieter than usual, the hum of the tires on the highway blending with Soobin’s thoughts. He’d packed everything neatly—shirts, jeans, a few extra sweaters his mom would insist he needed—but the quiet of the road gave him space to wonder how peaceful summer would really be.

Pulling into the familiar driveway, Soobin took a deep breath. The Choi family home hadn’t changed a bit since he’d left for college: the tidy garden, the sun catching the roof tiles just so, his father’s old car parked exactly where it always was. It felt like stepping into a photograph, safe and predictable.

He grabbed his suitcase from the trunk and started up the front path. Just as he reached the door, it swung open—and before he could even say hello, his mother was on him, hands on his cheeks, squeezing.

“My goodness! You’ve grown so much! Look at you!” she exclaimed, her tone a mix of delight and disbelief. Soobin squirmed under the affection, taller now than he’d ever been in her presence. “Six-foot-one, my little boy! Six-foot-one! You’re practically a man!”

“Eomma, you’re crushing my face,” he murmured, half-laughing, half-trying to escape the bear hug.

“Doesn’t matter! You’re perfect! You need to eat more, sleep well, study hard, and… and—oh! Do you remember your old room? I made sure it’s exactly the way you left it,” she said, still holding him captive.

His father appeared behind her with a warm smile. “Soobin, glad to see you. The house hasn’t been the same without you. Sit, tell me everything. How’s school? Friends? Are you eating enough?”

Soobin chuckled politely. “I’m fine, Dad. Really. Everything’s fine.”

“You’re growing up too fast,” his mother said, finally releasing him. She stepped back, adjusting her apron, clearly still fussing over him even as she gestured toward the door. “Come in, come in. Let me see your suitcase, let me—oh! Wait, you’re hungry, aren’t you? You must be starving!”

He nodded, humoring her, and dragged the suitcase into the hallway. “I’ll grab my stuff and unpack, Eomma. Promise I won’t starve.”

“Good, good,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “And don’t forget to say hello to your old room. You’ll feel at home in no time.”

He made his way down the hallway to his old bedroom, suitcase in hand, and pushed open the door. That’s when he froze.

Someone was in there.

A girl, standing in the middle of the room, one hand resting on a drawer as she rifled through the top shelf of his old bookshelf. She had a mischievous tilt to her head, and she was humming under her breath like she owned the place.

“Uh—hello?” Soobin’s voice came out sharper than intended.

The girl jumped, spinning around to face him, eyes wide—but not panicked. Amused, almost. “Oh! Hi. I didn’t think anyone else was here.”

Soobin blinked. “Who… are you?”

“I’m… uh,” she said smoothly, tilting her head in a mock-thoughtful pose. “Y/N. I’m… staying here for the summer. You know… helping out. Chores, stuff like that.” She smiled sweetly, but there was a spark there that immediately set Soobin on edge. Something about her didn’t match her explanation.

Soobin straightened, feeling a strange mix of confusion and caution. “Helping out? I… didn’t know anyone was coming to stay here. My parents didn’t mention it.”

Her smile widened, just the tiniest bit of teasing in her eyes. “They didn’t? Oops. Must’ve slipped their minds.” She shrugged nonchalantly, like she’d just confessed to borrowing a pencil without asking.

Soobin’s mouth went dry. He’d imagined his summer being quiet, safe, predictable… and here was this girl, confidently standing in the middle of his old room like she had every right to be there.

“My—my stuff,” he finally stammered, gesturing to the suitcase.

“Oh! Right, right, sorry. Didn’t mean to intrude.” She stepped back, though not enough to leave. “You just have… so much cool stuff. Can’t blame me for snooping a little.”

Soobin opened his mouth to say something—and then closed it again. He had no idea what to do. Normally, he’d have asked someone to leave, politely but firmly. But there was something about her tone, the way she looked at him, that made him hesitate.

“Um… okay,” he said finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Just… don’t touch anything too important.”

“Deal,” she said, still smiling. “Though honestly, everything’s fair game when you’re bored out of your mind, right?”

Bored out of her mind? That sounded dangerously like she wasn’t just here to help out.

Soobin tried to shove down the flutter of nerves rising in his chest. He wasn’t used to people barging into his life—or his room—without warning. And yet, there she was, completely unbothered by his presence, already scanning a drawer like she owned the place.

This was going to be… interesting.

⸻

By the time the sun began sinking low outside the kitchen window, you’d already decided that this summer was going to be boring. Predictable. Utterly lame.

It wasn’t that the Choi family wasn’t nice—they were very nice. In fact, they were so nice that you found yourself smiling and nodding so much your cheeks hurt. Mrs. Choi was warm and bubbly, bustling around the kitchen like a woman straight out of a lifestyle magazine, while Mr. Choi was kind but reserved, always polite, always perfectly pleasant. The house itself smelled faintly of laundry detergent and home-cooked meals, and everything was spotless, like no one had touched a single object since Soobin moved out for school.

Soobin.

You’d met him earlier, sort of. More like startled him.

That tall, awkward boy with the wide brown eyes and the hesitant posture—he had looked at you like you’d been caught breaking into a museum. It had been kind of funny, actually. You’d half-expected him to tell you to get out of his room, but instead he’d just stammered something about “not touching anything too important” and stood there like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

Now, a couple of hours later, you were leaning against the kitchen counter, slicing carrots under Mrs. Choi’s supervision. You weren’t thinking about Soobin much, not really. Other than the fact that, yeah, he was tall and handsome in that soft, boyish kind of way, but he screamed “obedient, Bible-loving, probably-virgin” energy from a mile away. Definitely not your type. Definitely not someone who’d understand your world, let alone survive a weekend in it.

Still, his mother was lovely. And you knew how to play nice.

“Thank you so much for helping, sweetheart,” Mrs. Choi said, her warm voice filling the cozy kitchen. She placed a bowl of peeled potatoes on the counter in front of you. “I hope you don’t mind me putting you to work right away. I thought I’d make something special for Soobin’s first night back.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you said sweetly, smiling at her as you took the bowl. “I like cooking.” A partial lie—you could cook, but you didn’t do it often unless someone was watching. You knew how to play the part, though: polite, helpful, the perfect guest.

Mrs. Choi beamed. “You’re such a good girl. Your mother was right—you’re just like her when she was your age. Always willing to help.”

You smiled demurely, biting back the urge to laugh. If only she knew.

“Soobin!” Mrs. Choi called suddenly, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she turned toward the hallway. “Come here, honey!”

A moment later, he appeared in the doorway. He’d changed into a plain white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, his dark hair slightly mussed from unpacking. He looked tired but still polite, like he was mentally preparing himself for a social interaction he didn’t really want to have.

“Yes, Eomma?” His deep voice was calm, polite.

Mrs. Choi clapped her hands together, smiling brightly. “I forgot to properly introduce you two earlier! I’m so sorry about that. Y/N, this is my son, Soobin. Soobin, this is Y/N. She’ll be staying with us this summer while her parents are away.”

Soobin blinked, glancing at you, and offered a small, polite smile. “Oh. Um. Hi.”

You put the knife down and smiled back. “Hey. Nice to meet you… officially.”

He nodded once, awkwardly stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. You too.”

Mrs. Choi beamed, completely oblivious to the awkwardness. “She’s been such a help already, Soob. You should thank her for keeping me company.”

Soobin cleared his throat. “Uh… thanks.”

You fought the urge to smirk. Wow. Riveting conversation skills.

Mrs. Choi clapped her hands again, completely satisfied. “Good! Now you two should get to know each other. Why don’t you sit down and talk while I finish up here?”

“Oh, I can keep helping,” you said quickly, not particularly eager to sit in silence with this boy you barely knew.

“No, no! You’ve done enough. Go on, sit. Keep him company.” She waved you toward the table.

Soobin’s lips pressed together in a polite, tight-lipped smile, and he gestured stiffly toward one of the chairs. “Uh, yeah… we can… sit.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. This guy was painfully awkward. You slid into a chair at the table, resting your elbows lightly on the surface, while Soobin sat across from you, his posture perfect and stiff, hands folded in front of him.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The faint sound of Mrs. Choi humming to herself in the kitchen filled the silence.

“So…” you said finally, trying to be polite. “How was school this year?”

“It was fine,” he said, voice quiet.

You nodded. “That’s good.”

More silence.

You tried again. “You’re a senior, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Oh.” You gave him a faint smile. “Me too.”

Another nod.

You blinked at him. “…Cool.”

This was painful.

He seemed to realize it too because he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and cleared his throat. “Um. What… what are you studying?”

“Marketing,” you said. “You?”

“Education.”

You nodded. “Nice.”

Silence again.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He was handsome—ridiculously handsome, actually, up close. He had this soft, delicate kind of beauty that felt almost unreal, and his height only added to it. But good looks couldn’t save him from being awkward. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Mrs. Choi broke the tension, sweeping over to the table with a tray of side dishes. “You two are so quiet! Are you shy?” she teased, smiling between the two of you.

You forced a polite laugh. “Just… getting used to each other.”

“Well, you’ll have all summer to do that,” she said warmly, setting down bowls of rice and kimchi. “Soobin, you should show her around tomorrow. Maybe take her to the park or something.”

Soobin nodded, obedient as ever. “Yes, Eomma.”

Dinner passed much the same way—Mrs. Choi chatting cheerfully, Mr. Choi joining in with a few calm comments, while Soobin answered questions politely and you played the part of the sweet, grateful guest. You kept your voice soft, your smile bright, and made sure to say “thank you” more times than necessary.

Inside, though, you were already bored out of your mind.

When Mrs. Choi excused herself to grab dessert, Soobin glanced at you briefly, then back at his plate. He looked so stiff, so awkward, that you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

“So…” you said again, trying to fill the silence. “Do you… like school?”

He looked up, surprised by the question. “Uh… yeah. I do. It’s… good.”

You nodded slowly, biting your tongue to keep from sighing. This was going to be a long summer.

Still, there was something oddly fascinating about him. Maybe it was the way he seemed so perfectly put together, so calm and polite, like he’d never even thought about breaking a single rule in his life. He was the exact opposite of you. And maybe, just maybe, that made you want to poke at him a little.

But not tonight. Tonight, you’d play nice.

You offered him a small smile. “That’s good. Glad to hear it.”

He blinked, as if surprised by your friendliness, and gave a small, tentative smile in return.

You weren’t sure why, but that made you feel like you’d just unlocked a secret level in a game.

⸻

You wake up late the next morning, sunlight spilling through the curtains and warming your bare legs. It takes you a moment to remember where you are—this isn’t your room, your apartment, or even your parents’ house. This is Soobin’s house. Well, technically, his parents’ house. You stretch your arms over your head, yawning, your cropped tank top riding up a little as you do.

You glance at the clock on the nightstand. Nearly ten a.m. The house is quiet.

Slipping out of bed, you pull on the first thing within reach: a pair of tiny pajama shorts. You don’t bother with a bra; you’re not going anywhere. It’s summer, it’s hot, and you’re just planning to grab some breakfast before showering.

Padding barefoot down the hallway, you follow the faint smell of toast and coffee. The kitchen is cozy, sunlight pouring through the window above the sink, glinting off the polished counters. You open a cabinet, searching for cereal, completely at ease.

You don’t notice Soobin at first.

He’s standing near the stove, pouring himself coffee. His hair is still messy from sleep, his plain T-shirt wrinkled, and there’s something incredibly soft and domestic about the scene. But when he turns and sees you, he freezes. Completely.

You glance up casually, box of cereal in hand. “Morning,” you say, your voice still raspy from sleep.

Soobin makes a noise that’s somewhere between a cough and a squeak. “M-Morning.”

You blink at him, confused by the way he’s staring. Then you glance down at yourself. Tank top, shorts. Nothing new. You shrug and pour yourself some cereal, sliding into a seat at the table.

But Soobin… he’s not moving.

You watch him from the corner of your eye, amused despite yourself. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. Or maybe an alien. His wide brown eyes dart to you, then away, then back again, like he’s not sure where to look. His knuckles are white where he grips his mug, and there’s a faint pink creeping up his neck.

You smirk to yourself, spooning cereal into your mouth. He’s flustered. Very flustered.

“Soobin?” you ask, tilting your head innocently.

He jerks his gaze back to your face, blinking rapidly. “Y-Yeah?”

“Something wrong?”

“No! No, I’m fine. Totally fine. Just…” He trails off, gripping the edge of the counter like it’s his only lifeline.

You glance back down at your outfit. “Oh. Is this… inappropriate or something?”

His face flushes deeper, and he immediately looks away. “N-No! It’s… it’s fine. You’re fine.” His voice cracks slightly on the last word.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. You hadn’t put this on to tease him; honestly, you hadn’t even thought about it. But the way he’s reacting is kind of hilarious.

“Okay,” you say lightly, taking another bite of cereal. “You seem tense.”

“I’m not tense,” he says quickly, voice a little too high.

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

He sets his mug down a little too hard, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen, and clears his throat. “Do you… want some coffee?”

You shake your head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Right. Cool. Okay.” He nods stiffly, then turns back to the counter like he suddenly has very important business there.

You can’t help but grin. Poor guy looks like he’s about to pass out. You wonder if he’s ever even seen a girl dressed like this outside of a TV screen.

“You’re really jumpy in the morning,” you tease, leaning back in your chair.

His shoulders tense. “I’m not jumpy,” he mumbles, clearly lying.

You sip your milk from the bowl, watching him fumble around the kitchen, pretending to be busy. He’s tall, painfully shy, and honestly kind of adorable in his awkwardness. You’d pegged him as a lame virgin yesterday, and nothing about this scene is changing your mind.

Still… you can’t help but enjoy how easy it is to get under his skin without even trying.

⸻

You didn’t plan on teasing him at first. Really, you didn’t.

After breakfast, you’d gone back to your room, scrolled on your phone, and killed time while Soobin busied himself with… whatever it was Soobin did. Probably cleaning his already spotless room or reading something boring. The morning had been uneventful, which was fine, except uneventful was starting to feel suffocating.

Then Mrs. Choi knocked on your door and cheerfully handed you a list of errands, asking if you and Soobin could “spend some time together” while helping out. The smile she gave you made it clear it wasn’t a request.

So now you were sitting in the passenger seat of Soobin’s car, legs crossed, wearing denim shorts and a cropped top, sunglasses perched on your nose as the summer sun streamed through the windshield. Soobin sat beside you, stiff as a board, hands gripping the steering wheel like it was a test of strength.

“This is going to be fun,” you said lightly, glancing at the list. “Grocery store, dry cleaners, post office… oh, and flowers for your mom’s friend. You’re, like, the perfect son, huh?”

He gave a small, polite shrug, eyes on the road. “Just… helping out.”

You smirked. He wasn’t much of a talker, that was obvious. He answered questions in short sentences, nodded a lot, and kept his eyes forward like a soldier on a mission. Which only made you want to poke at him more.

“You drive like an old man,” you teased, leaning back in your seat.

His hands tightened on the wheel. “I drive safely.”

“Safely is boring,” you said, grinning.

He shot you a sidelong glance, his expression unreadable. “It’s better than being reckless.”

You hummed thoughtfully, turning your gaze to the road ahead. “Maybe. But reckless is more fun.”

He didn’t respond, which was answer enough. You bit back a laugh.

⸻

The first stop was the grocery store. You followed him through the aisles, pushing the cart lazily while he methodically crossed items off the list. He seemed so focused, so serious about everything he did—like picking out produce was a matter of life or death.

“You know,” you said casually, leaning on the handle of the cart, “you don’t have to look so stressed. It’s just groceries.”

“I’m not stressed,” he said without looking at you, carefully inspecting a pack of strawberries.

“You look stressed.”

He sighed softly, finally glancing at you. “Do you always talk this much?”

You grinned. “Only when I’m bored.”

“Then… stop being bored.”

“How?” you asked innocently, leaning in closer. “Entertain me.”

His ears turned pink. He turned back to the strawberries. “That’s not… my job.”

You chuckled, enjoying how flustered he was getting. You weren’t even trying that hard.

When you reached the cereal aisle, you grabbed the most colorful box you could find and tossed it into the cart. “We’re getting this.”

Soobin frowned. “That’s not on the list.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun.”

“It’s full of sugar.”

“Exactly.” You smirked, leaning against the cart. “You ever even had this kind of cereal?”

He shook his head.

You gasped dramatically. “What? You’ve been alive for twenty-four years and you’ve never had this? Your childhood was tragic.”

He gave you a look that was equal parts amused and annoyed, but he didn’t take the cereal out of the cart. Victory.

The next stop was the dry cleaners. You leaned against the counter while Soobin politely spoke to the clerk, his posture straight and formal like he was at a job interview. You found yourself watching him—noticing the way his broad shoulders filled out his T-shirt, the way he said “thank you” so earnestly it almost made your heart squeeze.

Almost.

When you got back to the car, you couldn’t resist. “You’re so polite all the time. It’s like you’re afraid of offending someone by breathing wrong.”

He shot you a sideways look, starting the car. “Is that… a bad thing?”

“No,” you said, smiling slyly. “It’s cute.”

That shut him up immediately. His ears turned pink again, and you bit back a laugh as he focused intently on backing out of the parking spot.

At the post office, you decided to turn it up a notch. While Soobin stood in line holding a small package, you wandered the aisles of random stationery, humming softly to yourself. You picked up a greeting card and handed it to him when he rejoined you.

“Look,” you said sweetly. “This one says, ‘Congratulations on Losing Your Virginity.’ Should I get it for you?”

His jaw practically dropped. He choked on air, eyes darting around to see if anyone heard you. “Wh-What?!” he hissed, his face going crimson.

You burst out laughing, holding the card to your chest. “I’m kidding! Relax. You’re so easy to mess with.”

He looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “Why would you even—”

“Because it’s funny,” you said with a shrug, putting the card back.

He exhaled sharply, muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch. You just smiled and followed him out, enjoying the fact that you’d managed to rattle him so easily.

The last stop was a small flower shop. The smell of fresh blooms filled the air as you wandered between displays, running your fingers over the petals of a bouquet. Soobin spoke quietly with the florist, choosing a tasteful arrangement, his expression calm and focused.

He was… interesting to watch, you realized. He moved carefully, deliberately, like every choice mattered. There was something endearing about it, even if it wasn’t your style.

“Here,” he said suddenly, holding out a single daisy he’d picked from a display.

You blinked. “For me?”

He nodded, looking awkward. “You… seemed bored.”

You took the flower, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Thanks. That’s sweet of you.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, like your approval meant something to him. You twirled the daisy between your fingers as you followed him to the register, a little amused by how shy he looked.

By the time you got home, your arms were full of grocery bags, and Soobin was juggling the flowers and dry cleaning. Mrs. Choi greeted you both at the door with her usual sunny smile, praising you for being such a “good team.”

You glanced at Soobin, who was quietly putting bags on the counter. He looked tired, but in that calm, content way. You couldn’t resist teasing him one more time.

“Hey, Soob,” you said casually, leaning against the counter.

He glanced at you, wary. “What?”

You grinned, holding up the daisy he’d given you. “You’re not so bad. Maybe running errands with you isn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon.”

His eyes widened slightly at the compliment, and he ducked his head, pretending to be busy unloading groceries. “Thanks,” he muttered.

You smiled to yourself. He was easy to fluster, easy to tease… and kind of cute when he blushed.

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be boring after all.

⸻

Soobin sat at the small desk in his childhood bedroom, phone pressed to his ear, laptop open but forgotten. His suitcase was mostly unpacked now, his old room looking almost exactly as it had when he left for college. Same neat bed, same posters of nature landscapes his mom insisted made the room “peaceful,” same stack of untouched devotionals by his nightstand.

But the familiarity didn’t settle him like it used to. Not tonight.

“She’s… staying here,” he said, his voice low, like it was some kind of confession.

On the other end of the line, Yeonjun made an amused sound, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “What do you mean, ‘she’s staying there’? Who is she?”

“Y/N. A… family friend’s daughter.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “My parents forgot to mention she’d be living with us this summer.”

“Okay, and?” Yeonjun prompted, voice teasing. “You sound like you’re describing a hostage situation.”

“It’s not that,” Soobin muttered. “It’s just… surprising.”

“Uh-huh.” Yeonjun’s voice sharpened with interest. “Surprising because she’s…?”

Soobin hesitated. “She’s… not what I expected.”

Yeonjun immediately pounced. “Not what you expected how? Like… in a good way?”

Soobin groaned, scrubbing his hand over his face. “I don’t know. She’s just… different.”

Yeonjun laughed, loud enough that Soobin winced and shushed him instinctively. “Ohhh, this is rich. You’ve been home for, what, a day? And there’s already some mysterious girl staying under the same roof. Bro, this is literally a setup for a rom-com. Or, like, a… bad K-drama.”

Soobin shot a nervous glance at his door, half-expecting Y/N to suddenly appear. “It’s not like that.”

“Is she cute?”

Soobin froze. His mind flashed back to that morning—the way she’d wandered into the kitchen wearing those tiny shorts, that cropped tank top, not even remotely self-conscious. He’d nearly dropped his glass of water. She’d just grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat at the counter like nothing was out of the ordinary, while he’d stood there trying to remember how to breathe.

“…Yes,” he admitted reluctantly.

Yeonjun cackled. “I knew it. Okay, describe her.”

“No.”

“Come on!”

“No, Yeonjun.”

“Fine, I’ll guess,” Yeonjun said dramatically. “She’s probably hot, effortlessly cool, a little rebellious. The type your parents would not approve of. Am I close?”

Soobin stayed quiet.

Yeonjun gasped theatrically. “Oh my god, I nailed it, didn’t I?”

Soobin sighed heavily. “She’s… really different from me.”

“Well, yeah,” Yeonjun said with a snort. “Everyone’s different from you, Soob. You’re like… a walking hymn book.”

“Thanks,” Soobin said dryly.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, sounds like she’s exactly what you need.”

Soobin frowned, sitting up straighter. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Yeonjun said, his voice suddenly sly, “this summer is the perfect time for you to, you know… loosen up a little. Maybe learn a thing or two from her.”

Soobin’s stomach flipped. “Yeonjun…”

“I’m just saying!” Yeonjun’s laughter bubbled through the phone again. “You’ve been locked up in libraries and Bible studies your whole life. You’ve been what, single since birth? Don’t you think it’s time you—”

“No.” Soobin’s voice was firm, but he could feel his ears burning.

“No, what? No, you won’t even think about it?”

“She’s… she’s not like that. And I’m not like that,” Soobin said, flustered. “She’s just… staying here. That’s it.”

“Uh-huh,” Yeonjun said, clearly not convinced. “Let me guess. She’s flirty, huh? The kind of girl who knows she’s pretty?”

Soobin’s mind betrayed him again, replaying scenes from earlier that day—her sly smile when she teased him at the post office, the way she’d called him “not so bad” with that little grin. He’d felt warm all over, and not just from embarrassment.

“She… teases a lot,” he admitted.

“Classic,” Yeonjun said smugly. “She’s bored, Soob. Girls like that love making shy guys squirm. And you, my friend, are the perfect target. Tall, polite, sweet, probably never even—”

“Yeonjun,” Soobin interrupted sharply, already knowing where that sentence was going.

Yeonjun burst out laughing. “I’m right though, aren’t I?”

Soobin pinched the bridge of his nose. “This conversation is over.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Yeonjun’s laughter was wheezy now, but he managed to get a few words out. “Just… think about it, okay? Maybe this summer’s your chance to, like, live a little. Stop being afraid of girls. Or, I don’t know, hold hands with someone before you hit thirty.”

Soobin groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me,” Yeonjun shot back. “Anyway, seriously. She sounds hot. Hook up with her.”

Soobin choked. “What?! No!”

“Why not?”

“Because!” Soobin lowered his voice, glancing at the door again. “She’s staying here. With my parents. That would be… wrong.”

Yeonjun snorted. “Only if you get caught.”

Soobin’s jaw dropped. “Yeonjun!”

“I’m kidding. Mostly.” Yeonjun laughed again, clearly delighted by Soobin’s horror. “But seriously, don’t be such a monk, man. It’s just a thought.”

Soobin ran a hand through his hair, feeling like his face was on fire. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re blushing, aren’t you?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Fine, fine,” Yeonjun said, still laughing. “But call me when something happens. And it will happen. I can feel it in my bones.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Soobin muttered, but his voice lacked conviction.

“Sure,” Yeonjun said, clearly not believing him. “Night, lover boy.”

Soobin ended the call, tossing his phone onto the desk with a groan.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Nothing was going to happen. Y/N was just a guest. A… very pretty guest, with a sharp tongue and a mischievous smile, who had somehow already thrown his entire sense of calm off balance.

But that didn’t mean anything.

Right?

⸻

The house was quiet in that cozy, suburban way that made Soobin feel like a teenager again—like he was tiptoeing around to avoid waking his parents, even though they weren’t even home. They’d gone to some Bible study group for the evening, leaving him and Y/N alone for the first time.

He’d spent the last hour holed up in his room, trying to read, but every sound from downstairs had him glancing at his door. The occasional laugh, the clink of something in the kitchen. He assumed Y/N was scrolling through her phone or watching TV. He told himself he didn’t care.

Until he heard a male voice.

With an accent.

Soobin frowned, setting his book down and straining to listen. The voice had that breezy Australian lilt, casual and low. He heard Y/N laugh softly, and something about that laugh made his stomach twist—not in a pleasant way.

He got up, moving quietly to his door and cracking it open.

The murmur of conversation drifted up the stairs, followed by the unmistakable sound of kissing.

Soobin froze.

No. No way.

His parents’ house was sacred territory. A safe, orderly place where chaos wasn’t allowed to creep in. And here was this stranger—a guy with an accent, no less—probably with his hands all over their guest on the living room couch.

Soobin’s ears burned. He wasn’t sure if it was anger, embarrassment, or both, but his legs carried him down the stairs before he’d even decided what he was going to say.

And then he saw them.

Y/N was straddling the guy’s lap, her tiny pajama shorts riding up, one hand fisted in his hair as they kissed like they were alone in some dark club, not his parents’ pristine living room. The guy—Jake, Soobin vaguely recalled hearing her mention his name earlier—had a hand on her thigh, fingers creeping higher.

Soobin’s entire brain short-circuited.

“Y/N!” His voice came out sharper than he intended.

She startled, pulling away from Jake with a look of irritation. “What?”

Jake turned too, clearly unbothered, and flashed Soobin a lazy grin. “Hey.”

“Get out.” The words left Soobin’s mouth before he could soften them.

Jake blinked. “Huh?”

“You need to leave. Now,” Soobin said, standing straighter, his height casting a long shadow over the scene. He crossed his arms, trying to channel his father’s no-nonsense tone.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“My parents wouldn’t like this,” Soobin said firmly, ignoring how stiff he sounded. “You… you can’t just invite some guy over and—” His voice faltered as he gestured vaguely toward Jake.

Jake laughed under his breath. “Relax, bro.”

“No,” Soobin said, his voice deepening. “Out. Now.”

For a moment, Jake just stared at him, sizing him up. But Soobin was 6’1, broad-shouldered, and visibly pissed. After a beat, Jake huffed a laugh, disentangling himself from Y/N. “Alright, alright. No need to get your panties in a twist.”

Y/N stood abruptly, glaring at Soobin. “Jake, wait—”

But Jake was already heading for the door, grabbing his jacket off the couch. He shot Y/N an apologetic look, then gave Soobin a mocking salute as he slipped out.

The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Y/N whirled on Soobin. “What the hell is your problem?”

Soobin swallowed, his pulse still hammering in his ears. “My problem is that you were about to—” He stopped himself, cheeks flushing bright red. “You can’t just… do that in my parents’ house.”

She crossed her arms, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“You—” He sputtered, motioning to the couch. “You were practically—” He stopped again, his ears burning.

She smirked suddenly, stepping closer. “Practically what, Soobin?” Her voice was teasing now, low and slow, and the way she said his name made his chest feel tight.

Soobin took a step back instinctively, his back hitting the edge of the dining table. “That’s not… you can’t just… It’s disrespectful.”

She tilted her head, her smirk widening. “Disrespectful? Wow. You’re really that uptight, huh?”

“I’m not uptight,” he said quickly, though the heat in his face betrayed him.

“Yes, you are.” She took another step closer, and he caught the faint scent of her perfume—sweet and a little spicy, like vanilla with a kick. It made his pulse race even faster.

“You really are, like, the perfect little church boy, huh?” she teased.

Soobin bristled, jaw tightening. “There’s nothing wrong with… with having standards.”

She raised a brow. “Standards, huh? Or are you just scared?”

“Scared of what?” he asked defensively.

“Girls,” she said simply, smiling like she’d just checkmated him.

Soobin’s breath hitched. “I’m not scared of girls.”

“You’re acting like you are.” She stepped even closer, close enough that he could see the mischief glittering in her eyes. She was testing him, pushing buttons she knew would get a reaction.

And oh, she was getting one.

Soobin’s hands flexed at his sides, his body going rigid. He wanted to say something—anything—to regain control of the situation, but his mind was blank. All he could focus on was how close she was, the way her tank top clung to her curves, the bare length of her legs, and the fact that he’d just kicked out a guy she clearly wanted to be with.

“You really are no fun,” she murmured, leaning in just enough to make his breath hitch. Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “You should’ve joined us. Might’ve loosened you up.”

Soobin froze, every nerve in his body going haywire. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Y/N laughed softly, clearly pleased with herself, and pulled back. “Relax, Soob. I’m just teasing.” She turned on her heel and sauntered toward the stairs, her hips swaying just enough to make him swallow hard.

“Goodnight,” she tossed over her shoulder, voice dripping with amusement.

Soobin stood rooted to the spot long after she disappeared upstairs, his heart pounding and his body buzzing with a confusing mix of anger, embarrassment, and something he didn’t want to name.

He glanced at the couch, where her legs had been tangled with Jake’s moments ago. The thought made his stomach knot.

This was going to be a long summer.

⸻

You couldn’t sleep.

Again.

The Choi house was too quiet. No muffled music from the neighbors, no occasional hum of traffic, no comforting chaos. Just stillness. A holy, suburban kind of stillness that felt suffocating. You’d been scrolling on your phone for an hour, bored out of your mind, lying in a bed that didn’t smell like home.

Your gaze drifted to the clock on your nightstand. 1:36 a.m.

You sighed and tossed your phone onto the bed. If you stayed in here any longer, you’d lose your mind.

So, naturally, you thought of Soobin.

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile. The perfect, polite, boring Choi Soobin. Always blushing whenever you teased him. Always tense around you, like you were some sort of test he was terrified to fail. He was such an easy target.

The thought of messing with him was way too tempting.

You slipped out of bed, your bare feet quiet on the carpet, and padded down the hallway. The house was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp in the hallway. You knew which door was his—second on the left, the one you’d been snooping in on your first day here, him catching you.

You grinned at the memory as you gently turned the doorknob.

The door creaked open just enough for you to slip inside. You expected him to be asleep, maybe snoring softly in his perfect little bed, hair neatly arranged like he was starring in a toothpaste commercial.

What you didn’t expect was… this.

Soobin was lying in bed, shirtless, his long, lean frame illuminated by the glow of his phone screen on the nightstand. His hand was shoved down the waistband of his sweatpants, his hips barely moving—but it was obvious what he was doing.

Your lips parted in surprise, but you didn’t back out. You stayed frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, watching.

“Soo-…” His name almost slipped out of your mouth, but you caught yourself, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.

His head was tilted back against the pillows, lips parted, breathing uneven. And—oh god—he was muttering.

“Forgive me… Lord, forgive me… please…”

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. He wasn’t just jerking off. He was praying while he jerked off.

You felt a wicked thrill shoot through you. This was gold. You’d thought he was a shy virgin before, but now you knew it. The perfect church boy, caught red-handed in the most sinful act of all.

And the way he was trembling, whispering little apologies under his breath… it was almost cute. Almost.

You leaned against the doorframe, smirking, and finally spoke. “Soobin.”

The sound of your voice made him jolt violently. His eyes flew open, and he scrambled to yank his hand out of his sweatpants, fumbling for his blanket to cover himself.

“Y-Y/N!” he stammered, his face going crimson. “What are you—why are you—get out!”

You crossed your arms, enjoying every second of his panic. “Wow,” you said, your voice dripping with amusement. “And here I thought you were too holy for stuff like this.”

His jaw dropped. “I—I wasn’t—”

“Praying while you jerk off?” you teased, tilting your head. “That’s… impressive, Soob. Multi-tasking.”

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Please leave.”

But you weren’t leaving. Not yet. This was too fun. You sauntered over, plopping yourself on the edge of his bed like you owned the place. He flinched, scooting back against the headboard, clutching the blanket to his chest like it was a shield.

“Relax,” you said with a smirk. “I’m not gonna bite.”

“Y/N…” His voice was strained, almost pleading. “Please don’t—don’t say anything to my parents. They’d…” He trailed off, looking absolutely horrified.

“Ohhh, I know they’d freak out,” you said, leaning closer, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “Sweet, perfect Soobin, their pride and joy… praying himself off at one in the morning.”

“Stop,” he groaned, covering his face again.

You chuckled. “You’re adorable.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, scowling. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” you teased. Then your smirk widened. “You know… I could tell them. I could march right downstairs and say, ‘Mrs. Choi, guess what your son’s been doing instead of reading Bible verses.’”

Soobin’s eyes widened in pure panic. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” you purred.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked terrified.

You leaned in closer, so close he could probably smell your shampoo. “Unless, of course, you promise not to tell them I had Jake over the other night.”

He blinked, then frowned. “That’s blackmail.”

You shrugged. “It’s insurance.”

Soobin’s jaw clenched. “Fine,” he muttered. “I won’t say anything.”

You grinned triumphantly. “Good boy.”

His entire face turned bright red at that, and you couldn’t help laughing softly. He looked like he wanted to disappear.

“Relax,” you said again, patting his knee through the blanket. “Your secret’s safe with me, Soob.”

He stiffened at your touch but didn’t pull away. You tilted your head, studying him. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. His chest rose and fell rapidly under the blanket, and even though he’d stopped touching himself, his arousal was obvious—he was still hard.

You bit your lip to stifle a grin.

“Cute,” you murmured, your voice soft enough to make him flinch again.

“Stop,” he whispered, his voice tight.

You leaned back, smirking. “Fine. I’ll stop.” You stood, smoothing your tank top, and shot him a wicked grin over your shoulder. “Goodnight, Soobin. Sweet dreams.”

His eyes followed you all the way to the door, wide and wary, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

You slipped out of his room, closing the door quietly behind you, and padded back to your room with a satisfied smile.

If he thought this was bad, he had no idea what you had in store for him next.

⸻

You were already seated at the kitchen table when Soobin walked in the next morning, looking like he’d barely slept a wink. His hair was damp from a quick shower, his T-shirt slightly wrinkled, and he wouldn’t even look at you.

Perfect.

Mrs. Choi was bustling around the kitchen, humming softly as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of you. “Eat up, sweetheart,” she said kindly, before glancing at Soobin. “And you! You’re finally awake. Sleep well, honey?”

Soobin muttered something that vaguely resembled “yeah,” and sat across from you, rubbing at his eyes.

You smirked over the rim of your coffee mug. “Morning, Soob.”

He froze at the nickname, his shoulders tensing, but he only gave a stiff nod in reply. He wasn’t going to make this fun for you, huh? Well, that was fine. You had other ways of entertaining yourself.

“Soobin,” his mom said cheerfully as she sat down next to you. “Would you mind saying grace for us?”

He immediately straightened in his seat, folding his long fingers together. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he cleared his throat and bowed his head, reciting the prayer softly.

You didn’t bow your head. You just watched him, a slow smile playing at your lips. His voice was steady, calm… but you noticed the faint pink creeping up his neck. He knew you were watching him. He felt your eyes on him.

When he finished, his mom beamed at him and started eating. You picked up your fork but couldn’t resist leaning forward slightly, lowering your voice so only he could hear.

“You pray so well, Soobin,” you murmured. “I wonder if you were praying for the same thing last night.”

The way his entire body went rigid was delicious.

His eyes flicked up to yours, wide, panicked, and then darted to his mom to make sure she hadn’t heard. She was busy spreading butter on her toast, oblivious.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, voice strained.

You smirked, swirling your fork in your scrambled eggs. “Sure you don’t.”

His face turned bright red, and he focused intently on his plate, shoving a bite of toast in his mouth like it would save him.

Mrs. Choi glanced between the two of you, smiling. “I’m so glad you two are getting along,” she said warmly.

You hid a grin behind your mug. Oh, if only she knew.

“Yeah,” you said sweetly. “We’re… getting to know each other pretty well.”

Soobin choked on his toast.

His mom immediately fussed over him, handing him a glass of water. He waved her off, coughing into his fist, and when his gaze flicked up at you, it was sharp. A warning.

You just raised an eyebrow, enjoying every second.

After a moment, he leaned closer across the table, his voice low and shaky but tinged with something that almost sounded like defiance. “Careful,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t want me mentioning… Jake, would you?”

Your smirk faltered for a second. Oh?

He actually had a little bite to him.

Interesting.

You tilted your head, considering him. His face was red, but his gaze was steady in a way that surprised you. It was almost… hot.

You leaned back in your chair, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “You’re learning, Soob,” you whispered.

Then you stretched your leg under the table.

He flinched when your toes brushed against his shin.

He froze, staring at his plate, gripping his fork so tightly his knuckles turned white. You bit your lip, stifling a laugh as you slowly dragged your foot higher, along the length of his calf, up his thigh…

He inhaled sharply, his entire body stiffening.

“Soobin, honey, can you pass the jam?” his mom asked casually.

“Uh—yeah,” he croaked, fumbling for the jar and nearly knocking over his water glass.

You bit your cheek to keep from laughing. This was too good.

You let your foot settle in his lap, toes brushing against the obvious bulge beneath his pajama pants. You hadn’t expected him to be hard already, but the moment your toes grazed him, his breath hitched audibly.

You stilled.

Holy shit.

You could feel him. Thick, heavy, even through the fabric of his pants.

You blinked, caught off guard for a moment, before a slow, wicked smile curled your lips. Well, well, well. No wonder he was so shy.

“Soobin,” you whispered, just for him. “You’re… big.”

His entire body jerked, and he ducked his head, ears burning crimson.

“Y/N,” he hissed under his breath, voice strangled.

“What’s wrong?” you murmured innocently, pressing your foot down more firmly against him, rubbing along his length.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his fork trembling in his hand. “S-stop…” he whispered.

But he didn’t push you away.

You felt a thrill shoot through you at the realization. For all his protests, for all his shame, Soobin wasn’t stopping you.

You leaned forward slightly, your voice a soft, sultry whisper meant to torment him. “You really want me to stop?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He didn’t answer.

Your grin widened.

Mr. Choi, completely unaware of the battle happening under his kitchen table, calmly asked Soobin about his plans for the day. He stammered through a vague response, his voice strained and higher than usual.

You slid your foot up and down his length slowly, teasingly, feeling him twitch beneath your touch. You couldn’t stop smiling. The power you had over him was intoxicating.

He was flushed, sweating lightly, biting his lip hard enough to leave a mark. You could tell he was holding on by a thread.

“Y/N,” he whispered again, his voice breaking this time. “Please…”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider his plea.

“Please what?” you whispered back, pressing your toes firmly against the outline of his cock.

He let out a tiny, strangled sound that made you shiver. You’d bet anything this was the first time anyone had ever touched him like this. And God, he was huge.

You pulled your foot back suddenly, leaving him panting and wide-eyed.

“Be a good boy, Soob,” you whispered with a smirk, stabbing a piece of scrambled egg with your fork. “Wouldn’t want your mom to find out what a pervert you are.”

He glared at you weakly, but his entire face was still red, and he was obviously struggling to calm down, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

Mrs. Choi smiled warmly at both of you, oblivious. “I’m so glad you two are spending time together. It makes me so happy.”

You gave her your sweetest smile, all innocence. “Oh, we’re definitely spending time together, Mrs. Choi.”

Soobin looked like he might die.

And you? You couldn’t wait to see how far you could push him next.

⸻

Soobin was pacing his room like he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

The week had been hell. Pure, unfiltered torture disguised as polite smiles and quiet breakfasts. He’d gone home for the summer expecting a few months of peace—visiting family, catching up on sleep, maybe reading a few books. He’d thought that would be safe.

Instead, every waking moment was haunted by her.

Y/N.

The sweet, church-going, well-mannered guest his mom adored. The one who helped set the dinner table every night and cleaned dishes without being asked. The one who dressed modestly when his parents were around, all demure smiles and soft laughter that made her seem like a model daughter-in-law.

But the second they were alone, she turned into…

Soobin groaned, dragging his hands down his face. He didn’t even want to think about what she turned into when his parents weren’t looking.

He plopped down on his bed, grabbing his phone. He needed to vent. There was only one person he could call about this without dying of shame.

“Yo,” came Yeonjun’s voice after a single ring. “Aren’t you supposed to be in, like, Christian suburbia right now?”

Soobin let out a long, miserable sigh. “I am.”

There was a pause. “You sound like you’re about to cry,” Yeonjun said, amused. “What happened? Did your mom make you lead a Bible study or something?”

Soobin flopped back on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s… Y/N.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment, and then Yeonjun snorted. “The girl staying with your family? The one you said was sweet and polite?”

“She’s not sweet!” Soobin blurted, voice cracking slightly. “She’s… she’s evil!”

There was a pause, followed by a loud laugh that made Soobin’s face burn. “Oh my God, tell me everything right now,” Yeonjun cackled.

Soobin groaned again, curling into himself like a wounded animal. “She’s… she keeps… teasing me.”

“Teasing you?”

“Yes! She—she came into the kitchen the other day wearing barely anything! And she… she—” He swallowed, his face going nuclear red at the memory. “She touched me. At the breakfast table.”

Yeonjun burst out laughing so loudly Soobin had to pull the phone away from his ear.

“Bro,” Yeonjun wheezed, “you’re telling me this girl is flirting with you and you’re calling it harassment?”

Soobin sat up, glaring at the wall. “It is harassment! She’s—she’s not supposed to—”

“She touched your dick under the table, didn’t she?”

Soobin choked. “Y-Yeonjun!”

“Dude.” Yeonjun was still laughing, but his voice had an edge of disbelief now. “You sound like a Victorian maiden clutching his pearls. What is wrong with you? She’s obviously into you!”

Soobin groaned, burying his face in his hands. “She’s… she’s not! She’s just… she’s messing with me. She thinks it’s funny. And it’s working! I can’t even look at her without—” He broke off, too humiliated to finish.

“Without popping a boner?” Yeonjun supplied helpfully.

“Yeonjun!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

Soobin made a strangled noise, tugging at his hair in frustration.

Yeonjun sighed like a tired older brother. “Soobin. Buddy. You’re twenty-four. Not fourteen. This isn’t sexual harassment. This is a girl throwing herself at you and you being too scared to do anything about it.”

“I’m not scared!”

“You’re terrified,” Yeonjun said flatly. “You’re acting like kissing her will send you to hell.”

Soobin flopped back onto the bed again, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him. “Yeonjun, she’s… she’s not just any girl. She’s staying with my family. My parents love her. They think she’s perfect. If they found out she’s… like that…”

Yeonjun chuckled. “Like what? Hot? Horny? Into you?”

Soobin groaned into his pillow.

Yeonjun’s tone softened slightly, though there was still teasing underneath. “Soobin. Be honest. You like her, don’t you?”

Soobin froze.

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

“You do,” Yeonjun said, amused. “You like her. You wouldn’t be this freaked out if you didn’t.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Liar.”

Soobin sat up, glaring at the phone like Yeonjun could see him. “I don’t like her! She’s… she’s awful! She makes fun of me all the time, and she—she smirks when she knows she’s making me uncomfortable, and she won’t stop! She’s not… she’s not even nice!”

“You’re obsessed with her.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

“I—” Soobin stopped, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “…Maybe I am.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Yeonjun chuckled. “That’s more like it. Took you long enough to admit it.”

Soobin collapsed back onto the bed with a groan. “What do I do?”

“Easy. You fuck her.”

Soobin sat up so fast he almost dropped his phone. “WHAT?!”

“You heard me.”

“Yeonjun!”

“What?” Yeonjun sounded completely unbothered. “You’re both adults. She clearly wants you. You clearly want her. Why are you torturing yourself?”

Soobin’s face was burning so hot he thought he might combust. “Because! Because I’m… I’ve never… I don’t…”

“Because you’re still a virgin?”

Soobin made a noise of pure humiliation.

Yeonjun snorted. “So what? You think she’s gonna care? Dude, if anything, she’s probably into that. Girls love being someone’s first. It’s hot.”

Soobin covered his face with his hands. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Believe it. And listen to me carefully, Soob. You’ve spent your whole life being this good, obedient Christian boy. Your parents are saints. You’ve never done anything wrong. But you’re twenty-four. You’re allowed to want things. You’re allowed to want her.”

Soobin bit his lip, staring at the ceiling. His heart was pounding.

“You’re not gonna go to hell for having sex,” Yeonjun continued. “Trust me. I’ve had plenty, and God hasn’t struck me down yet.”

“That’s… not comforting,” Soobin muttered.

Yeonjun laughed. “Look. All I’m saying is, stop torturing yourself. She’s not gonna stop teasing you. She’s making you crazy. Sooner or later, you’re gonna snap. And honestly? Maybe that’s what you need.”

Soobin groaned, rolling onto his stomach. “Yeonjun…”

“Yeah?”

“…What if I mess it up?” he mumbled into his pillow.

Yeonjun’s voice softened, losing some of its teasing edge. “You won’t. You’re Soobin. You overthink everything. She wouldn’t be teasing you this much if she didn’t really like you. She wants you, dude. You just have to let yourself want her back.”

Soobin closed his eyes, his chest tight.

He hated how much sense Yeonjun made.

⸻

Sunday morning was already off to a slow, painful start.

You’d been up late scrolling on your phone, the glow from your screen keeping you awake long past midnight, and the knock on your door at 8 a.m. had been a rude awakening.

“Y/N, sweetie? Time to get up for church,” Soobin’s mom called through the door, voice sing-song sweet.

You’d groaned into your pillow but forced yourself to get up. Church. Of course. You’d gone to church enough as a kid to know the drill, and while your parents still dragged you occasionally, you hadn’t stepped foot in a pew for months. Years, maybe. It had always been boring, and now? Torture.

You slipped into a modest dress from the stack your mom had packed for you—one of those high-necked, floral things she loved. You hadn’t even brought anything scandalous this week; your parents had practically triple-checked your suitcase before letting you leave.

When you came downstairs, Soobin was already at the kitchen table, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, hair neatly parted. He looked like he’d stepped out of a church brochure, all tall, angelic awkwardness.

“Morning,” he’d mumbled, glancing up from his coffee. He’d looked at you for a moment too long before quickly dropping his gaze to his mug.

You’d smirked to yourself, enjoying the way he couldn’t look at you without blushing, even when you were fully covered. It was… cute. Pathetic, but cute.

The ride to church was uneventful, though you caught Soobin glancing at you in the rearview mirror a few times. His parents chatted about some neighborhood barbecue, his mom asking you polite questions about school and complimenting your dress, while you smiled sweetly and lied through your teeth. You were good at that by now.

When you arrived, you plastered on your best “holy” smile as his parents introduced you to half the congregation. You shook hands, made polite small talk, and sat in the pew next to Soobin.

And then the boredom set in.

The choir sang. The pastor droned on about forgiveness and sin. You shifted in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs, your mind drifting.

You glanced at Soobin beside you. He was sitting up straight, hands folded neatly on his lap, listening intently. Of course he was.

You couldn’t help but smirk. He was so… good. So obedient. Even now, after a week of your teasing, he was sitting like a picture-perfect Christian boy.

Your gaze lingered on him a little too long, tracing the slope of his jaw, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. He was painfully handsome in a way that made your chest feel tight.

And then, as if God himself was listening, Soobin shifted. He leaned down slightly, murmured something to his mom, and then slipped out of the pew.

Bathroom break.

You bit your lip, your heart racing.

This was your chance.

⸻

You waited a minute, pretending to flip through the hymnal, then leaned over to Soobin’s mom. “Excuse me,” you whispered, offering her a polite smile. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom.”

She nodded without suspicion, and you slipped out of the pew, smoothing your skirt as you walked casually toward the back of the sanctuary.

Once you were out of view, your pace quickened. You spotted Soobin disappearing into the men’s restroom down the hallway and smirked. Perfect.

When you pushed open the bathroom door, Soobin nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Y/N?!” he hissed, eyes wide. He was standing by the sinks, washing his hands. “You—You can’t be in here!”

You leaned against the wall, smirking. “Relax, Soob. No one’s out here.”

His jaw dropped slightly at the nickname. You’d only called him that a few times this week, always in private, always with that teasing lilt. And every time, it had made him blush.

He took a step back, looking like a deer in headlights. “What… what are you doing?”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “I was bored.”

He blinked at you like he couldn’t comprehend that answer. “So you… followed me into the bathroom?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

His mouth opened, then closed again, like he wanted to scold you but couldn’t find the words. You stepped closer, watching him tense.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said softly.

“I… I haven’t.”

“You have.” You smiled, slow and knowing. “You’ve barely said two words to me all morning.”

Soobin flushed, glancing away. “We… we’re in church.”

“So?”

He looked back at you, eyes wide. “So… we’re in church!”

You laughed quietly, stepping closer until his back hit the wall. He froze, his breath hitching.

“You’re so dramatic,” you murmured, looking up at him. “What’s the big deal, Soobin? Afraid God’s watching?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Y/N…”

You reached up, brushing your fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. “You’ve been so tense all week,” you whispered. “I bet you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”

His eyes widened, and his lips parted, but he didn’t answer.

You smirked. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

He squeezed his eyes shut like he was in pain. “You… you can’t…”

“I can’t what?” you teased, leaning up so your lips brushed his ear. “Touch you?”

His breath hitched audibly.

You trailed your hand lower, fingers skimming down his stomach, stopping just above his belt. His entire body stiffened.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

You smiled, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were wide, glassy with panic—or maybe anticipation. Probably both.

“Relax, Soobin,” you murmured, your voice soft but teasing. “No one’s gonna know.”

You sank to your knees in front of him, and his face was red enough to rival a tomato.

“Wait…” Soobin glances at the door as you take off his belt.

You pause just to let him lock it before you tug down his slacks, which makes him yelp quietly.

You smirk at the sight of his big cock straining against his boxers. “So you do like this.”

Soobin doesn’t have time to respond before you’re tugging down his boxers as well.

He was trembling, his hands gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles were white.

You looked up at him, smirking at how utterly wrecked he already seemed, and murmured, “You’re so cute like this.”

He whimpered—a sound so soft you almost didn’t catch it—and your smirk widened.

The thrill of doing something so wrong in a church bathroom making your pulse race.

It only took one slow lick from his balls to his tip to have him moan in surprise. His cock felt heavy and hot against your tongue, the taste of his slightly salty pre-cum filling your taste buds as you swirl your tongue around his red tip.

You ignore his noises and worries to attempt to deep throat him in one go. Bad idea. As soon as his tip touched the back of your throat, you gagged just a little and pulled back.”

“A-Are you ok?!” Soobin asks, panicking a little bit.

“Yeah.” You nod quickly, redeeming yourself by just sucking what you could take.

Soobin moaned more loudly, his hips twitching towards your mouth.

Feeling his pleasure, you lift your hands to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth.

Soobin was a mess, trying desperately to stay quiet, his head tipped back against the wall, hands shaking.

You knew he was going to cum already, and you couldn’t blame him. So you hum a little as you bob your head and suck him harder, enough to make the poor man’s thighs shake.

“Ah…!! W-Wait… I’m gonna-“ Soobin groans softly. “I’m cumming…”

He tried to push your head away because he didn’t wanna finish in your mouth or your face or anything “disrespectful”.

But you loved disrespectful. So you made sure not to get pushed away so you could swallow every drop of his pure virgin cum.

When you pull away, your lips leave his cock with a pop noise. You look up at Soobin, licking your lips.

His expression was wrecked. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his cheeks bright red, eyes glassy with disbelief. “You…” His voice cracked, and he shut his mouth quickly, like even speaking was too much.

You stood, grabbing his shirt to pull him down into a kiss. He made a soft, startled noise against your mouth, and you smiled, deepening the kiss until he finally kissed you back, clumsy and desperate.

You pushed him gently toward one of the stalls, guiding him inside and locking the door behind you. His back hit the wall again, and you grinned at his wide-eyed, dazed expression.

“Sit,” you whispered, giving his chest a little push.

He obeyed instantly, dropping onto the closed toilet seat with a thud, still looking like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Y/N, we… we can’t…” His voice was shaky, but he didn’t stop you when you straddled his lap, hiking up your dress just enough to settle over him.

You smirked, leaning in close, your lips brushing his ear. “You don’t want me to stop.”

A soft, broken sound escaped his throat, and you felt him tense beneath you.

“Y/N…” he whispered again, but it was less of a protest this time and more of a plea.

You smiled, cupping his jaw and kissing him deeply. He kissed back like he was starving, his hands hovering awkwardly at your waist like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you.

You guided him gently, whispering soft encouragement, your teasing tone melting into something sultry as you coaxed him to relax.

You lowered yourself slowly, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you in a way that made your breath hitch. His cock, long and thick as you’d imagined, filled you completely. You gasped at the sensation, clutching his chest for balance.

“F-fuck…” he groaned, voice breaking, hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d fall off. “I—don’t—don’t move yet.”

“Relax, virgin,” you teased, bouncing lightly on him. “You’re mine now.”

The first slow grind sent shivers up both your spines. His body tensed beneath yours with every tiny movement, each gasp, each soft curse from him fueling your own fire. You leaned forward, hands tangling in his hair, pressing your lips against his temple.

“You’re so fucking big,” you whispered. “I can feel every inch of you. God, I could ride you forever.”

He whimpered, fingers tightening in your hair. “I-I… I’ve never… felt… anyone…”

“Good,” you breathed, bouncing a little faster. “Then let me show you how it feels.”

With that, you began to move in earnest, rocking your hips over him, your body controlling the rhythm now. He groaned loudly, head falling back, eyes half-closed, utterly undone by your touch. Every grind made his muscles tense and release, every moan that escaped his lips sending a thrill straight through you.

“Faster,” he gasped suddenly, voice cracking. “Please… oh god—faster…”

You smirked, riding him harder, leaning forward to bite at his shoulder, teasing, cruel in the way only you could be. “You’re such a good boy for me,” you murmured, “learning your body like this… like I own it.”

His hips jerked wildly under you, hands gripping your sides, nails digging into your skin. You could feel his cock pulsing, every inch of him straining against you as you rode him.

“Y/N… I—I’m gonna—” His voice broke into a whimper, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Oh, you’re gonna?” you teased, slowing just slightly to let him beg. “You’re not allowed to cum without me telling you to.”

He moaned, desperate, “Please… please, I can’t—I can’t hold it…”

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Beg for it,” you whispered, tone harsh but wet with amusement. “Beg me, Soobin. Beg me to let you cum.”

“I-I… Y/N… please… please let me cum for you…” he whimpered, trembling beneath you, the tight coil of his tension about to snap.

You smiled cruelly, letting your hips roll one last time over him, feeling him explode inside you, his first release messy and overwhelming. His moans filled the room, guttural and raw, shaking your name over and over. You sank down onto him, letting him ride out his orgasm as your own shivers coursed through you, every nerve alive.

When he finally stilled, panting and slick with sweat, you leaned down, kissing his forehead lightly.

“You did so well,” you said softly, voice almost gentle now. “That’s what happens when you trust someone like me.”

He looked up at you, wide-eyed, still trembling, still overwhelmed. “I… never thought…”

“Shh,” you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. “Just feel. That’s all you have to do.”

And for the rest of summer break, you’d let him. Let him explore, let him feel, let him learn what it meant to be yours.

𝜗𝜚 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 ៹ @bambiihee

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hyunj00

HOLY THIS IS TOO UNDERRATED WHATT.. MUST READ.

#soobin #soobin hard hours #txt x reader #church boy soob #txt

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wildernessuntothemselves

Lover = Lo$er | Part 3

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Summary: You're tired of the college's emo tryhard skater boy making fun of you. It's not your fault you're so perfect and loved by everyone. So to make him eat his words, you seduce him and take his virginity to show him that he's not better than the countless people that fall at your feet in admiration.

Problem is, now he follows you around like a puppy.

Warnings: sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, reader has a fiance but it's not cheating.

GIF CREDIT

“So when will the lovely couple tie the knot?” Soobin's mother speaks up. She's a petite elegant woman, so tiny and dainty in between Soobin and his father. But her pretty features were prominent on Soobin's face.

“We haven't decided yet." You still haven't told your families that you're not planning on getting married before graduation. They wanted it as soon as possible and you were trying to hold onto some level of normalcy for as long as you can. "You know we’re still students.” You say carefully.

"Nonsense." Your mother cuts in, "You’re young and in love and you have everything ready. Why wait?”

“We just think we could maybe take it a bit slow."

"How slow?" Soobin's father speaks up, devoid of his wife and son's friendly demeanor.

"I… I'm not sure." You hesitate, not wanting to set off the intimidating man.

"You clearly know. I don't appreciate being made a fool of, little girl."

You clench your dress under the table. The atmosphere around the table gets tense, and you look to your own father to defend you, but it's not him who speaks up.

“Leave her alone." Soobin grits.

#beomgyu smut #sub!txt #sub!beomgyu

fairyofshampgyu

˙⋆✮ TXT HOST CLUB 1. THE PRINCE CHARMING TYPE !

genre: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody

pairing: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader (yeonjun x reader in this chap)

summary: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!

warnings: subby!yeonjun, dom!reader, afab gn reader, cringe flirting, making out, handjob, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating, top! yeonjun, riding, finger sucking, feminisation of yeonjun, use of pet names ‘princess’, use of condom, inaccurate depictions of fashion design

word count: 9.1k Txt host club ml & char profile !

ppulbatuverse

Oh, fairyofshampgyu how I’ll never tire of your writing. This is everything and more that I can ask for.

fairyofshampgyu

Yipeeeee 😭😭!! Thank you soooo much i really appreciate it !!<33💕💕

#yeonjun #yeonjun smut #sub!txt #sub!yeonjun

aweinkai

[CBG] CANDLELIT SHOWER.

synopsis: your boyfriend, beomgyu, is exhausted by the overwhelming schedule for their new comeback. as a loving partner, you decided to treat him a scented candle to ease his stress, only for your plan to fire back.

pairing: idol!beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: attempted fluff, established relationship, idol!au

warnings: SMUT! softdom!gyu, needy!gyu, sub!reader, detailed explicit content, piv sex, unprotected sex (not cool!), bathtub sex, dubcon, scented candles as aphrodisiac (but they didn't realized it at all), bigdick!gyu, hints of coercion, riding, nipple play, begging, thigh riding, pet names (babe, baby), tons of praise from gyu, cursing, praise kink (f), creampie

word count: 2.8k

#beomgyu #choi beomgyu

nephynes

THE ‘S’ WORD ── .୨ৎ park sunghoon one shot

Ego is a crazy thing and you shattering Park Sunghoon’s just makes him more determined to ruin your indifference and reclaim his pride, even if it means losing his mind in the process.

Or the one where Sunghoon can’t wrap his head around the fact that you just wanna fuck.

nsfw warnings ── SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), face sitting, cum eating, insane power dynamics, desperate sunghoon is the best sunghoon. he’s cocky as fuck, someone humble him. bisexual!sunghoon x nonchalant!reader

word count ── 4.7k

Sunghoon was used to being the prize, matter of fact—he was. As the university's bicon bi-icon he was accustomed to the hushed whispers in the lecture halls and the way people—regardless of gender because they knew he swung both ways—practically tripped over themselves to catch his eye.

Sunghoon was well aware that his beauty was a universal language, he moved through the halls with a cold grace that acted like a magnet for everyone in his orbit. He wasn't picky about the attention either, whether it was the girls in the quad rushing to shove their numbers in his jacket pocket or the boys in the locker room staring at all his glory, Sunghoon drank in their collective thirst with a quiet greed.

#sunghoon smut #park sunghoon

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spookyji

soobin’s obsessed with cockwarming. 18+

i have never been summoned so fast by a set of soobin photos

soobin has a minor major… problem. a little urge to cockwarm that shoves aside all of his other thoughts, always there, teasing, tantalizing, demanding attention to the point he’s not sure how else to fix it. except to give in. or try.

soobin, ‘m a little busy, you giggle a little, turning around to your tall, pouting boyfriend, who looks like he’s going to die of desperation any second now, peering at you through long, messy bangs, his tie undone and hanging around his neck, barely home for 2 seconds and he’s already trailing you like a lost puppy. and it’s not just a welcome home kiss he wants… not with the bulge in his pants. but it’s not his fault, not when he comes home after a long day and you’re cleaning your shared apartment, looking so perfectly pretty and domestic, oh fuck, soobin’s weak.

soobin couldn’t hide a boner if his life depended on it as you turn around, leaning the broom against a wall before leaning towards him on your tip toes, one quick kiss and soobin’s hands already find your waist, tugging you into him,, not even trying to hide how he’s already half hard in his pressed slacks, cute, awkward smile when you pull back, a little whine from him ‘cause one kiss isn’t enough! angel, please, his big hands not so subtly slipping under the waistband of your pajama pants, lazily trying to tug them down. ‘m not done cleaning yet, trying to be stern, but soobin’s disarming your weak defenses quickly, your hands pulling his out of your pants, making him whine in complaint.

i missed you so much, he mumbles, you’re killing me, baby. bringing your hand up to his heart shaped lips, sucking on the tip of your finger, lazy, half lidded eyes gazing down, just for a little bit? one hand on your waist, pressing you up against his bulge, god, he’s irresistible and he knows it.. so easy to always have his way, the corner of his lip tilting up. just cockwarming, okay?

mmph— n-needed this s’ much, doll, soobin’s breathy moan muffled by your hair, face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing uneven and panting, warm, wet folds sinking slowly ‘round his heavy cock, soobin’s so big, leaking tip drooling all over your insides, clenched around him tight. manspread on the couch as you straddle his lap, legs trembling at the stretch, he’s too impatient for foreplay when all he wants is to cockwarm!

and it feels like his personal heaven, slacks not even off and just unzipped, boxers shoved down clumsily enough to free his heavy cock, neat dress shirt crumpled beneath your fingers, tie dropped somewhere on the floor, poor big dick boyfriend couldn’t wait at all, could he? your arousal dripping all over his crotch, feeling him so deep inside of you, filled so full to the brim it makes you lose your senses, dizzy with the sweet, pleasuring sensation only soobin can give, arms wrapped around his neck. and it’s pure intimacy, his need to be buried in your sweet pussy, warm and it feels like love, stress evaporating as he settles, bottomed out and pressing sleepy kisses to your neck, breathing in your scent

—

oh, he’s so fucked. soobin’s not sure how long has passed, except that you’ve fallen asleep, somewhat drowsy from the comfort… and his dick is aching, heavy and leaking. his hands slipping beneath your thighs, breathily moaning as he thrusts in a little, wet, slick squelch of your juices soaking his crotch, pussy sucking him in deeper as he sloppily fucks your hole, so desperate for release, pure need for sweet relief… and its a little embarrassing how fast he cums, hot, milky seed filling you up inside as you whine at the sudden fullness, tummy bulging a little with his cum and cock, barely awake and milking him of every drop as he moans, hands clumsily pushing your hips down, sticky cum seeping out from your cunt all over his boxers… surely you don’t mind..?

girl i need to sleep fml this is so messy sorry lol will write smth better when i have brain cells

#soobin smut #soobin #perv!soobin

spookyji

soobin’s obsessed with cockwarming. 18+

i have never been summoned so fast by a set of soobin photos

—

girl i need to sleep fml this is so messy sorry lol will write smth better when i have brain cells

spookyji

soobin’s obsessed with cockwarming. 18+

i have never been summoned so fast by a set of soobin photos

—

girl i need to sleep fml this is so messy sorry lol will write smth better when i have brain cells

beomiracles

⌞ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 ⌝

DREAM RECALL ⸝⸝ He pulls away from you with a perplexed expression. Then he laughs, it’s short, cruel, he shakes his head. “Don’t be funny”, he mutters as he runs a hand through his dark hair. “You know I have a girlfriend, nerd.” He spits the words out like the venomous bite of a snake. His gaze drops to your unbuttoned blazer, briefly passing the harsh bruises on your chest. — “Don’t think you’re anything else besides a quick fuck.” ⸝⸝

wc ➘ 26k

pairings popular/bully!yeonjun x nerd!reader(fem) college au ! warnings heavy bullying, violence, exploitation, cheating, drinking, yeonjun is an asshole for 80% of this, redemption arc, some angsty scenes, hurt-comfort sort of? this fic contains 3/4 descriptive smut scenes which include — oral (both f & m), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, a handjob, lots of degrading (reader receiving) but also a splash of praise, some tit groping, implied marking, very soft sex at the end (yeonjun cries a little), reader is inexperienced = virginity loss, + yeonjun teaching her how to give a blowjob as always lmk if I missed any!

#serene adds ✎ my god this fic has taken literal years off my life. But I could not have been happier with the outcome of it !! It's a long one, but I've tried to keep it interesting throughout it all for a lighter read. I'm not one to beg for feedback, but I will actually get down on my knees this time around. Please please comment/reblog or even send asks with your thoughts on it, I need it to be perceived in any way possible !! hehe please enjoy because I have slaved to get this done (if anyone notices the Skins reference in one scene, lets kiss)

(I was also slightly delirious when I read this through ahem...) anyway, ready, set go !

This story is part of a trilogy, find the masterpost here to make sure you're reading in correct order!

#choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun

beomiracles

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

𝓓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝓔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ⸝⸝ And you don’t know why you took a step forward, why you let your hands brush against his, why you didn’t stop when you saw the bewilderment on his face. You don’t know why you leaned in closer, when you should be pulling back. — And you don’t know why you couldn’t look away, why you couldn’t tear your gaze from the flames dancing across his eyes.

You don’t know why you kissed him. ⸝⸝

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ wc, 25.5k ་༘࿐

𝓹airing bully!beomgyu x fed-up!reader (f) 𝔀arning friends to enemies to lovers, bullying, implied violence, violence, beomgyu's a dick, reader's also mean at times, college au, kissing, fingering, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex + pullout, angsty confessions, hmm um um what else, I have no clue..

#serene adds ✎... HAPPY BEOMGYU DAY !! (because it's still the 13th here) ⎯ and oh my god have you guys been waiting for this fic... how long has it been, 6/7 months? maybe even more... I have no words. I feel like this fic is a little all over the place, you might notice the inner monologue changing and so on, but that's because I've been writing it over 6 months roughly, my view on the story has changed with each month... I hope it'll still be worth your while >.< happy gyu day, my love <33 - rain says I need to mention her

This story is part of a trilogy, find the masterpost here to make sure you're reading in correct order!

#beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu angst #choi beomgyu smut

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최수빈 ─── ୨୧ WHEN DID YOU GET HOT ?

request gone fic !! ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ :

you can't hold back when you ask, "how come you didn't tell me that you were moving?" soobin pauses, his head slowly lifting up to gauge your facial expressions. "i mean, i know we weren't super close but we were science partners and i was a little hurt when i had to find out from the teacher that you left." your voice gets soft to show that you weren't angry at him, just curious.

"i-" soobin's had comes out to comfort you, but he stops himself and drops it onto the bed and grips onto the comforter instead.

૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ──── ୨ৎ content: smut MDNI , wc: 6.4k+

fem!reader x soobin, virgin!soobin, nerdy soobin, he blushes a bunch, making out, handjob, cum-tasting, he stutters a bunch, glasses!soobin, beomgyu and taehyun cameo!, kind of premature cumming, this is kind of long i'm so sorry !

note from luna: a request that i got carried away with and took me super long to write (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) , i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless (@mymelodying)

as far as you knew, the last time you saw choi soobin was your senior year of high school. you occasionally talked in the one class you shared together, science. he was your lab partner and you would often have to do experiments and assignments with each other, maintaining an 'A' average throughout the year. in class, soobin often kept to himself and was typically hunched over his work or books. he never spoke too much and when he did, he would stumble over his words and pink would dust his cheeks while he avoids any and all eye contact with you.

when you got the chance, you would often glance at his belongings. you heard the talks about him outside of class, the whispers in the hallways about how "weird" soobin was. the way he watches so many animated shows/films was obsessive, always nose deep in recent manga, mumbling to himself about the characters and major plot points. they would talk about the way he dressed, draped in over-sized hoodies and sweats, his glasses that were just a tad bit large on his nose and often slid down the bridge. you were endeared when you would catch him pushing them back up, a small smile creeping onto your face.

#sub!choisoobin #soobin smut #choi soobin

izzyy-stuff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 - 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

IN WHICH after yet another gym session with Taehyun, you start feeling weird things. Things you never thought you would have to worry about when it comes to one of your close friends. Fortunately, Taehyun will gladly help you take care of the itch he caused.

kang taehyun x fem!reader

contains— smut, gym partner!taehyun, friends to ??, oral (f. rec.), penetration, fingering, breast play, biting/marking, reader is ovulating

word count— 3.8k

↪ izzy speaks... Legends say they are still at it like some wild animals

request | taehyun m.list

You weren't into sports much throughout your childhood, so when your friend suggested you'd try the gym with him, you had no intentions of saying yes to him.

So how exactly did you find yourself in a gym so often after all? You're not sure. One minute you were telling Taehyun that you don't want to go, and the other you were already practically living in here. It just happened without you having any control over it, and you blame his persistence.

If Taehyun wasn't going with you so often, you definitely wouldn't be here. Every time you had a session planned together and he apologized to you because he won't be able to make it, you just didn't go either. Your motivation relied on him, so despite how much you wished to be the girl who would go work out just because she wants to, you aren't her.

#txt #txt taehyun

wonubug

INFRUNAMI ⭑

PAIRING: Huening Kai x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your best friends gets a little jealous but he seriously has nothing to worry about.

DISCLAIMERS: guys idk this was random and also just smau, more fluff, all pictures are from pinterest and are not mine!!!!!! thank u enjoy, txtblr email me, intak p1harmony mention and minji new jeans ok?

💌 mika’s message he’s gonna get eaten by me. a big bite will be taken out of him and you guys are not gonna look at me okay???

my beautiful sexy tags: @seobmoji @chccnne @endoll @wdcsvt @aesprn @wonwounds @seobsongz @xionvlog @kamxstar

soobvns

so cute 🥺🥺

#hueningkai #cuteness

koqabear

Like Cat and Mouse!

☆ Playlist! ☆

"You seemed to have garnered quite the reputation for you on campus— one that had the word “trouble” following you like a shadow. But when you give Beomgyu an offer he couldn’t possibly turn down in exchange for helping you get your grades back up, how could he refuse? You can’t possibly be that hard to handle, right?"

Beomgyu x fem!reader, ft. Hueningkai

Genre: college au, slowburn (kinda..?), tutor!gyu x rich girl!mc, fluff, angst, smut

Word count: 37.1K

Warnings: mc is a bitch, and maybe a bimbo? gyu wears glasses, and he’s like super super shy, mc gets sick for a scene, she rambles but its part of her character ok!, toxic relationships, pining/unrequited love, Yunjin is so fake here im sorry Yunjin, mentions of alcohol/drinking, the puppy gyu agenda is fucking strong here !!!

Smut warnings: multiple smut scenes first of all, fwb!huening, dom!hyuka, switch!mc, sub!gyu, (the worst case of sub gyu yet), virgin!gyu, breast play, dry humping, biting, pet names (f rec: princess, m rec: puppy, good boy, baby, slut, etc.) mentions of bondage (f. rec.), spanking (f. rec.), degrading, praise, praise kink, finger sucking, oral (f. & m rec.), handjobs, mouth fucking, cum eating (?), explicit, verbal consent is not stated in two scenes but both parties are willing! Semi-public sex, overstimulation, slight thigh riding, marking, hair pulling (m. rec. lol), begging, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, cockwarming

notes: i don't even know what to say... there's really no reason for this to be so long, how did we get here. i hide my face in shame.

It all starts as an accident— a very inconvenient accident.

Really, it wasn’t your fault; how were you supposed to keep up with these endless assignments that only seemed to get worse as time went on? You had better things to do with your life— studying is way too much of a headache for you these days.

Instead, your days have been filled along the lines of parties and trips your friends hold, gaining connections with people that always help things go next level; Empty vacation homes, yachts, even a private jet once— you were lucky enough to land a friendship with these type of people, the thought of taking things slow and worrying more about your education not crossing your mind anymore once you got a taste of the fast life.

Which is exactly how you got where you are now.

#beomgyu #choi beomgyu #sub beomgyu

koqabear

love fool ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

♫: Seven, Jungkook // Lovefool, The Cardigans // I only want to be with you, Tommy february6

“In which Yeonjun is more than willing to show you the lengths he’ll go for you.”

yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, inspired by “Seven” mv, fluff, angst, smut

Word count: 10.6K

warnings: don’t take this story seriously pls. it’s ridiculous. yj is clingy. and emotional. and a bit pathetic. the mc is avoidant… and a bit of a bitch ! Lack of communication smh, a bit toxic if u squint ur eyes but it’s supposed to be cute idk (seven mv type toxic skdjdj) yj is a frat boy & a himbo (pick a struggle, pls), arguing, mc has acrylic nails, use of the phrase “boyfriend-girlfriend” bc i’m obsessed w it

smut warnings: mean dom!mc, sub!yj, (mentions of dom!yj) service top!yj, unprotected sex, manhandling (m. rec), hairpulling, name calling, (bitch, stupid, slut, etc) pet names (baby, good boy), dry humping, biting, marking, scent kink (?), scratching, dumbification, dacryphilia, forced orgasm (kinda), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, yj rambles. a lot. breast play, handjob, humiliation, creampie, subspace, implied oral (f. rec) (lemme know if i should add anything!)

Notes: fucking hate arguing with men w/ pretty puppy eyes like i will fuck the shit outta y-

Yeonjun hates when you’re mad at him. It makes him feel guilty and leaves him with a gross feeling in his stomach, pouty and annoying as his friends are always left to deal with the mess.

It doesn’t happen often— he tries his hardest not to make you mad, always saying yes and going above and beyond with you— he loves to please you and make you happy, which is exactly why it hits harder when you look at him like you never want to see him again.

“I don’t want to see you around, don’t talk to me!”

But sometimes, he just can’t help it.

hyunj00

Omg i just spent 20 minutes looking for this specific fic

#yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun angst #txt

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Anyone remembers this yeonjun fic where it was basically just yj yearning and lowkey toxic, and i think it was titled 7 days a week? Something along the lines of that. Plot is ab something he did that makes oc mad and she ignores him till sunday..?

Pls tag me in it if u do rmb! Or tag the author pls thankyou!

#yeonjun #yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun #yeonjun fics #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun angst

imistyou2

Nice guy, right? c.sb

pairing: sub nice guy roommate!soobin x devious!reader summary- He's so nice to everyone, and so infuriatingly oblivious and you're nice enough to jerk that out of him ;) warnings: reader pretends to be dumb to get her ways mwaha. Jerkings off only!! handjobs 🙈 look at the header to imagine lmao. soobin is a sub boy because that's all I like to write about, apparently. soobin crying. soobin likes to be a good boy :p

Soobin's always so nice- so-so- damn nice. Always dubbed as the "nice innocent type,". From being a courteous gentleman to being an attentive listener, not to mention his height of 6'3, Choi Soobin has all the traits women want in a partner. Yet, he is so blatantly oblivious to everyone's advances towards him. You wonder if there is more underneath the surface than what he lets on. Surely, he cannot be this chivalrous all the time?

It pisses you off, really. You can't even have a simple lunch with your roommate without girls whispering around your table- plotting a way to slip their numbers in folded tissue papers. He will unfold the tissue, reading the note "We really like your style... call us xxxxxxxxxx" and look back at you with a wide shit-eating grin.

"Look, Y/N! Those girls like the outfit you chose for me." and wave back at them shyly. "You can ask her for more tips if you really like my outfit, she picked it out for me...!" The girls glance around, grimacing at your table before turning back.

"It's almost commendable how you manage to cockblock yourself, Soobin," you say with a sigh- rolling your eyes. He will look back at you with round eyes and pukered lips, tilting his head every so slightly. "What do you mean? They just said they like my outfit...?"

Sigh. You want to smack him, smack his pretty head and yank him by the jaw and yell at his face. You wanna scream and tell him how hot he is, and it's so frustrating watching him throw away all these advances. "You're so blind, dude! Seriously. Like, I get annoyed seeing you be so dumb-"

"How am I blind?!"

"You could've had some action tonight but you chose to be blind and not notice shit! Do you seriously not pick up on hints?"

He shrugs, "I only pick up on things from people I want to notice."

"I could be grinding on your lap, and you would still think I'm being platonic- that's how blind you are." Soobin's expression flickers for a split second before he pouts again. "Whatever. Like you'd ever do that."

"I just might."

It's almost midnight when you reach home after hanging out with your friends. Your apartment is fairly clean by courtesy of Soobin doing the chores before you came back. Light strays from underneath the door of his room, he is still awake- you take a mental note. Without bothering to lock your door, you begin trying to unzip your dress from the back. You struggle for a few seconds before cussing loudly.

"Hey, you're back?" his muffled voice calls out from the other side.

"Yup! Just came back." you glance at the stack of neatly folded laundry on your bed. "Did you do my laundry again? I swear I was gonna do it tomorrow..."

"Heh- it's okay. I was doing mine, so I thought I might as well do yours."

Your dress is awkwardly hanging off your shoulders as you step closer to see he's washed your underwear too- with fabric softener (you could smell it evidently) "See- this is what I kept talking about, you're too nice Soo-" you tripped over the length of your long dress, falling to the ground with a thud.

The door swings open with him yelling, "Are you okay?!"

"Ouch..." you didn't have time to process what was going on- too busy dealing with the bruise you can feel forming on the side of your hip. You don't realise you're left with a black pushup bra, your dress half unzipped and falling to the side, exposing your mismatched pink sailor moon underwear. Soobin goes quiet. He stays in the awkward half-bent position, not meeting your eyes. He doesn't walk away from the room either.

"fuck." you whisper to yourself, ready to die from embarrassment. Then you glance up to finally see Soobin. He was still wearing the navy dress shirt from lunch earlier; a few buttons popped open, revealing some of his chest. His ears blushed into a deep shade of red, his hands shaking a little as the seconds go by. He's still looking away, yet unmoving. You smirk. Let's see how long this facade of a nice guy stays.

"Are you gonna help me up or not, Soobs?"

"O-Oh yeah lemme just-" He reaches down with both hands to pick you up by the waist and the dress slips off a little more but still very much on you. He hasn't spared you or your body a glance, eyes trained to the white walls of your room.

What a nice guy, you chuckled internally.

He sits you down at the edge of your bed. His hands fiddle with themselves, knuckled popping. You will admit he looks rather good- sleeves rolled up to his elbow, shirt messily tucked into black slacks. His black hair was neatly combed after being styled today morning. His skin looks especially white and almost soft under the mood lighting of your room. He looks so cute, yet so hot. You bite your lips unconsciously- you can't wait to mess with him a little more.

"I can't seem to unzip the rest by myself. Can you do it for me, Soobin?" your eyelashes bat, fluttering with a pious facade laced with devious motives. "U-uh sure. yeah." Of course, Mr. Nice Guy Choi Soobin would never say no to you.

Laying down on the bed, you angle yourself for him to reach the zipper on your back. His fingers glide over your skin a little as the dress comes off, burning your skin. His hands are cold, but against you, they warm up; they haven't stopped shaking yet.

Now you're left with just a bra and panties. He gathers the dress, folding it and placing it on your desk. Your heart swells a little before you look at him again. "Thank you so much, Soobin-ah."

"No problem. Are you okay, though? The fall sounded pretty bad..."

You friegn an innocent pout, shaking your head. "No, will you check it for me, please?" You swivel your hips, making sure he can see the pink panties cupping your mound.

Soobin gulps and closes his eyes- probably sending out a prayer. You smile widely. Without a word, he sits on the bed, one leg down. His hand slowly inches near the side of your hips, a clear purple bloch forming. You arch your back more as your body shifts closer to his sitting one. His fingers trace the bruise very gently.

You can feel your panties getting wet, your legs press closer to relieve some pressure but to no avail. His eyes are locked in on your lower body, his eyes drag a little lower to see a dark patch on your underwear. He gasps silently. His hand drifts down a little, now dangerously close to your clothes pussy. You yank his hand away, sitting upright to face him. Your nose almost touching his nose.

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Soobin. You still think I’m being friendly? When I’m laid out in front of you with nothing but my panties and bra? Fuck- you still don’t get any hints?”

He looks away. What he says next makes you raise your brows and tackle him down on the bed. “You haven’t exactly grinded on my lap yet, you know?”

“Fuck- you sly fox. I knew you weren’t all innocence-” you grab his jaw, angling his head towards yours before crashing your lips onto his. The kiss is rushed and messy, your teeth clanking against the others a few times. Soobin doesn’t seem to mind, eyes closed as he melts into the kiss.

You straddle his lap, clothed pussy rubbing right over his clothed dick. You can feel how hard it is. Soobin doesn’t even try to fight his tongue into your mouth, you’ve got him beat- tongue hastily slipping into his parted lips- exploring his mouth deliciously. You grind on his lap in round motions, in sync with your tongue. Before you pull back, you gingerly bite his soft yet chapped lips a little.

A string of saliva connects you both as you huff back. His face is a contrast of red blush and his pale white skin, eyes looking at you with a fucked-out expression. You’re just getting started. His dick sits uncomfortably tight under his black slacks and you look at him with bright eyes. “F-fuck, Y/N wait- I- You- fuck…”

“What’s wrong, Soobin?” you coyly ask, fingers sliding down his pants. “Aren’t we going too fast?” you pause.

“Too fast? I see the way you look at me everyday, you little shit.” you aggresivly pull his pants down, exposing his white boxers where you can see tiny bit of precum leaking through.

“Youre always looking at my tits, watching my ass when I wear skirts, always being so fucking oblivious to everyone’s flirting. I know you, Soobin.”

His eyes widen, chest heaving as your fingers touch his clothed cock. “So nice to everyone, so nice to me. You’re just a dog, aren’t you? Look at you now, letting me do what I want with you. You wanted this, didn’t you? You want me to fuck you up, babe”

“S-shit yes! Ngh, Yes. I did. I’m sorry, I just wanted you, Y/N and I didn’t know how to-”

“Shhh” you place a finger on his swollen lips. You come closer to lick his adams apple, messily going down to where his shirt is buttoned open. “Since you’re nice with everyone, be nice with me now, yeah?” He nods firociously.

You get up to sit behind him after taking off your bra. You can tell Soobin wants to touch them, but he doesn’t get the liberty to ask yet, and he knows. Your boobs press against Soobins back, making his spine shiver. Your hands spring his cock free and it sticks up over his shirt- standing hard and straight. You press yourself even closer, nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt as you begin slowly stroking his cock.

Your body moves along with his. His head lolls back in pleasure as you fondle with his shaft. Two veins are running down from the base to the tip, you can feel it throb within your palm.

His breathing becomes faster with the pace of your strokes, chest heaving up and down.

“You like this, Soobin?” He bites his lips, brows curled as he nods. “You make me feel so good, Y/N…”

“Oh yeah?” your hands tighten around his cock for a few seconds then you jerk him off even quicker. His balls feel heavy, and you can tell it’s going to be a big load. You suddenly hear sniffles emerge among his whimpers and moans. Your other hand reaches up to his face to feel hot tears streaming down to his lips and neck. “Baby- why’re you crying?”

“So good, Y/N. So good. Please, Please, Please, I wanna cum-” You pause once again, earning a whine out of him. You giggle before kissing his neck, sucking onto his supple flesh as you leave love bites all over. His body starts to shake uncontrollably, whimpers escalating to full-blown yelps and moans. You can tell he’s close.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, ‘mkay?”

“Yes-yes- I’ll be a-a-good-” he doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before ropes of thick white cum flies out. Some land on your finger, and the rest stain his shirt and pants. He heaves a sigh. You turn him around and he looks at you with a dazed and confused expression. Your lips are laced with an evil smirk as you lick your fingers clean of his cum. His eyes widen. He just witnessed the hottest thing a woman has ever done. You yank him by the neck and spit his cum back into his mouth as you continue to sloppily kiss him.

He happily gulps down the remnants in his mouth, and you acknowledge him surprised.

“From now on, you’re just allowed to be this nice with me, ‘kay?”

a/n: unedited persuzzz. As you can tell, I think with my none existent dick while writing smut- no I'm no ashamed of it. tell me how you like it and leave some nice comments while you're at it!

if you guys wanna req some prompts, feel free to cuz I'm not that creative to come up with more ideas lol

#sub!soobin

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