#ahtae

You went downstairs, as cool-natured as you could manage, and Soobin followed soon after. He gives your mother a kiss on the cheek and showers her with compliments on her cooking — like he's always done.

You didn't know why you hadn't seen it before. The way his raven hair cascades over his eyes, the shimmer of his creamy skin under the light. Soobin was beautiful in a way that made a boy sexy. All sharp lines and angles, yet gentle and innocent in a way that made him boyish and safe.

In between bites of your food, you catch Soobin staring. He turns pink from cheeks to ears, pushing around the corn on his plate. You look down at your shirt, subtly tugging it downward to reveal a tad more cleavage.

You look up and see him holding his breath, trying to avert his eyes elsewhere and shoving a spoonful of corn in his mouth.

"Did you finish your assignment, sweetie?" Your mom asks.

You dip your head in a nod, "Last one! Soobin helped me," you say, winking at him. He nods his head, ignoring your teasing, "She seemed to be struggling so—"

You kick him underneath the table. He chuckles. Soobin and your mom continue to talk to each other about classes, leaving you to entertain yourself with your own thoughts. And oh, did you have an idea.

Sliding your leg closer to him, you snake a socked foot up his leg, trailing his calf to his knee. Soobin's jaw ticks as he glances over at you, then returns to conversing with your mom. Your mouth turns in a smirk. Your foot makes it way to his chair, resting between his legs. Soobin shifts, opening his legs and giving you more space to work with.

You add pressure to his cock, rubbing back and forth in a way that has him half-hard already. Soobin, as well as he's masking it, is about to cave. He's about to apologize to your mother and drag you upstairs to finish what you started. He settles himself, forcing himself to pay attention to whatever your mom is saying. He doesn't really know. Nor does he really care. But he needs to pay attention to his maybe future in-laws.

Then you get up from the table, collect everyone's plates, and claim that you're going to get ready for bed. You look to him, curious whether he's going to take this as his time to exit as well. Alas, he stays. For a reason he doesn't even know why. Maybe it's to calm himself. To get rid of his ever growing lust for you. He isn't supposed to lust after you. He's supposed to want to take care of you and make love to you. So why does he want to pull you to pull his hair and call you his bad little boy?

The conversation with your mother dies down (finally) and Soobin scurries upstairs, hoping you weren't too busy. He opens the door to your bedroom to discover you already in the bathroom, showering, he assumes. He sighs, grabbing his bag.

That's when he hears the door click, pop open, and hot steam spill out the bathroom.

There you are, lacy panties, and no bra.

Soobin immediately turns around. His face is scalding with a crimson blush. He clamps his eyes shut, "I uhm...I'm sorry! I left my bag in here and—"

"Soobin," you say, voice low and slow. "It's okay, turn around."

"But...but you're..." he gulps, tongue wetting his dry lips and wishing he had something for his desert-like throat right now. "Are you sure?" he asks.

You walk up and turn him around. Soobin's eyes meet yours for a second, before immediately trailing down your body. His mouth waters at the sight of your boobs, plump and still damp from the shower.

He drops his bag, chest rising and falling as he steps closer. "May-may I?" He asks.

"It doesn't sound like you really want it Soob—"

"Please. Please let me touch you, I need it," he begs, holding your hands and gazing at you through those big doe eyes of his. You lick your lips, growing wet at his begging.

You lean in, and kiss his cheek teasingly, "Go ahead, binnie."

He kisses your collarbones and the valley between your boobs. Thanking you in-between kisses for allowing him to touch you like this.

Soobin pops a boob into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. You groan, gripping into his hair. Soobin whines into you, switching your other boob. Carefully, he places you on the bed.

His giant hands cling to your waist with enough force to leave finger indentions. Soobin releases your breast, panting as his tongue traces the inside of his mouth — eyes closed — trying to memorize the taste of you.

You pull him into a eager kiss. Your tongues mixing together as he hovers over you. He slides his hands down your wrist before clasping your hands together. You moan in his mouth, and he devours it. Soobin moves to strip his shirt, and you help him. Curious fingers dance over outline of his abs, sculpting his pale skin into hard marble.

"I've been thinking about you," he presses a kiss into your lips, "All throughout dinner," he says. "That little stunt you pulled earlier?" Soobin quirks an eyebrow at you. He whips his glasses off, tossing them on the dresser.

"I'll pay you back for it."

With that, he kisses a hot trail down your boobs, across the plain of your stomach, before licking right above your panties.

"You smell just as sweet as I dreamed you'd be."

Your hand pushes back his hair, "then what are you waiting for?"

Soobin tugs off your panties, throwing them towards his backpack so he'll remember to take them later. His tongue licks a stripe up your cunt, and you groan, hands immediately flying to his hair.

"S-Soobin fuck..." you breathe, gripping into him. His tongue circles your clit. He licks you up and down, back and forth, and sucks your clit like he's been starved. Your hands tug his hair and his scalp grows hot with pain. He whimpers, beginning to hump the bed.

"Soobin? Did I tell you you could get off yet?"

"N-no..." he whines, looking up from between your legs. You force his mouth back onto your clit, relishing in wet heat of his mouth.

"Do what you do best and make me feel good."

He's lapping at your cunt. Moaning and whimpering and agreeing with you. "Yes. Yes, anything to make you feel good. Only hear to make you feel good," he says.

Your moans get louder as you get closer and closer. Wet noises fill the room, as if there's a cat lapping at milk. Soobin adds two lengthy fingers inside you, causing you to release all over his digits.

Soobin eagerly laps up your juices, pulling his fingers out and groaning as he pops them into your mouth.

You flip Soobin over, pushing him down onto the bed. Soobin looks up at you, the entire bottom half of his face wet from your cunt. He whines as you palm his length through his pants. You trail your fingers above the hem of pants, before tugging them off swiftly. Soobin grips the sheets.

"I...fuck...you're so hot," he breathes.

You spread his legs, sitting in between them and massaging his inner thighs. You press a hot kiss against his smooth skin, before sucking the spot into a furious purple.

Soobin fingers claw at the sheets, his mouth gapping open as a hitch escapes his throat. You feel a wet spot growing in his boxers, and release his thigh from your teeth.

Upon seeing your scornful face, Soobin begins stutter apologies,"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to. You're just so...fucking perfect I couldn't hold—"

"Dirty boy can't even wait for me? Who do you think you are cumming without my permission?"

He pouts, tears brimming his eyes, "I'm sorry ma'am I—"

You tug down his boxers, his cock still springing out of his pants. My God, why has your best friend been hiding all this delicious length for? He's massive, with the perfect amount of girth to fill you just the way you like.

You scoff, slapping his dick. Soobin yelps, whimpering.

"Who's fucking cock is this?" You bark.

Soobin whines, "Yours, miss. I'm all yours. Always have been."

You spit on his cock, swirling your saliva and his cum together with your hand until your pumping starts sounding like squelching. Soobin's mouth is open in a slack 'o' letting moans escape his mouth in tandem with your pumping.

Climbing on top of him, you bring him in for a kiss. Soobin eagerly obliges, and you taste yourself on his lips. You align yourself with him and sink down onto him. Both of you release a moan into each other's mouth, before Soobin starts pistoning into you.

"F-fuck," he whispers, the ghost of his words dancing on the shell of your ear. "Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make you so full with my babies," the lowness of his voice rumbles between your chests, making you clutch onto his shoulders.

You moan, "Wanna make me a mommy, hm?" You groan when Soobin hits your g-spot, eyes starting to roll. "Bet you would love seeing my tits full of milk."

Soobin cums on the spot with that, pulling you into him and muffling his grunts into your neck. His hands find your boobs, one hand on each as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

You feel your orgasm shoot up your spine like a bullet train, and pour down your thighs like a rainstorm. You shake so violently Soobin is forced to hold you against him as you come down.

You sit up, straddling him and leaving him inside you. His entire face is covered in tears and your juices. He looks like he just saw heaven for the first time, pearly gates, gold and all. His brown irises shine as he looks at you, as if he never had before.

"Soobin—"

"Don't," he interrupts. Soobin takes your hand in his, placing a small kiss in the center of your palm. "Please," he says into your hand before looking up at you. "Just...give us a chance first? Yeah? I've liked you for too long and..." he takes a deep breath, trying to gain control of himself. "...and I know I won't be able to just be your friend after this," he finishes. Soobin plants a couple kiss over your knuckles, interlocking your fingers together. "Just be mine."

Soobin's words hit you so much you jolt on top of him. You can't imagine what kind of pain he must've been in. Watching you quietly from the sidelines after all these years, watching you with multiple guys and not saying a singular word.

You lean down, planting a thick kiss onto his forehead. "Soobin, I was going to say I didn't know you were a freak like that..." you trail off, snickering and pinching his cheek. He flushes underneath you, silently punching himself for jumping to conclusions.

"But since you asked so nicely," you say, popping a light kiss onto his lips. Soobin smiles, no teeth, and not widley, but in a way that makes his eyes tilt upward with joy.

"Yes, Soobin, I will be yours."

~~~~

THIS WAS FILLLLTHHHHYYY

It read:

"Dear beauty,

Forgive me, I do not know what else to call you. You were in the coffee shop today, and I wanted to speak to you, to ask your name and tell you how just seeing you relived some of the stress from my life. I'm afraid I'm a bit too shy, and just continued my walk to my apartment instead, when I saw you again, in the elevator. So I'm leaving this letter in your door, as a promise to myself and you that I'll soon confess.

Sincerely, Yours."

You admitted to yourself then that yes, it was a bit stalker-esque, but the intentions were there, besides, you were leaving for your parents in a couple days, how bad could it get?

The three days leading up to your vacation only consisted of a singular letter. It was somewhat of an apology for how the first one sounded, as well as describing his physical appearance, since, to him, would level the playing ground a tad. He described himself as a "around six-foot Korean man, 25, with a dancer's build." You nodded at that. On paper, the man sounded delectable. But something about these letters left you a tad...unsettled. Like maybe you should take this into your own hands.

And so you wrote a reply.

"Dear Mine,

I am flattered by your letters. But I feel as though it may be better if you were to leave your apartment number as well. That way we're on equal playing field and it doesn't feel like the start to a bad stalking romance.

Sincerely, beauty."

You left the letter in your door, the same spot where he had left his, and rolled your suitcase out the door.

That was around a week ago.

Now, you are seated on your living room couch, brown leather sticking to your skin, staring at seven letters spread out on your glass coffeetable.

"Dear beauty,

What's the point of confessing if I don't get a little fun out of it —"

"Dear beauty,

I didn't see you today, miss your beautiful face. Are you hiding from me in there? Surely not—"

"Dear beauty,

Surely you aren't hiding from me, do you want me to come in there? Hm? Is that what you wish? For me to hunt you like our own little cat and mouse game?—"

"Dear beauty,

Don't make me open this door. Don't make me come get you myself.—"

"Dear beauty,

You'll never find anyone like me you ungrateful bitch. Fucking ANSWER ME—"

"Dear beauty,

Please. I was irrational and careless with my previous letters. Maybe we can talk this out? Let me see you again, please."

"Dear beauty,

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.—"

In a pacing panic, you call the police. When they arrive you show them the letters, you tell them about your stalker. How creepy these letters are and surely they're enough for something to happen. Right? Wrong. The police tell you there's nothing they can really do without it truly being spelled out for them. Besides, they say, he doesn't seem all that bad.

You install another lock on your apartment door. As well as invest in a knob-stopper — anything to prevent something truly bad from happening.

As you walk down the hallway, digging your keys from your purse, you see a man, dressed in a white and black sweater, ripped black jeans, and a backpack hanging off his shoulders. You think nothing of it, probably just a college kid coming back from class or something.

But when you look up, keys in hand, you see him at your apartment door, opening his backpack and placing down a vase of red roses.

You entire body shutters, and you stop in your tracks.

You catch a slight smile pulling at his mouth as he backs away from the door. He looks up, and upon seeing you his entire face goes white — then bright red.

"You're usually out until 9..." he quirks his head. "Why are you back so early?" he asks, words rolling off his tongue.

When killers and stalkers are shown on TV, they're usually...to put it bluntly, ugly. But...he was...everything he said. Tall, lanky, and lean. He did however, leave out his shiny black hair and plush, plump lips. He was beautiful. Your stalker was beautiful. Magazine cover worthy.

"I— you...why—"

He chuckles, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I thought you were bolder in person?" He teases, dark brown eyes squinting. He takes a step forward. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Why me?" you blurt.

"What, Mousey?" he asks.

"There's a bunch of other women in this building," you say, "why did you choose me?"

He takes a step forward, leaving just a few feet between the two of you. "I didn't choose you, Mousey,” he stuff his hands in his pockets and sways. “You chose me. Something in you calls to me whether you know it or not," he explains, a smirk dancing on his lips.

He leans down, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you know how much you—"

"Go away.”

He blinks at you, "What?"

"Go away!" you shout, getting in his face. "I DON'T WANT YOU. YOU'RE CRAZ—"

He closes the gap between you two with the softest kiss to your lips. His lips were like clouds, leaving you weightless as he presses further and further into you.

You slap him.

Hand stinging, you look at the red print on his face, and feel your body turn cold. He looks down at you with the toothiest grin, a mix of anger and…intrigue?

You push past him, quickly unlocking your door and running into your apartment.

He slams into your door, just short of catching it before you locked it. His fists slam into the door, growing louder and louder until the beating stops.

You wait against your door, waiting for him to do something. Knock on your door, push it open, and invite himself in. He'd seem like the type, to just take what he wants. Your throat bobs at the idea, you underneath him, barely able to breathe as he pins you against the—

"Yeonjun," he whispers. “My name is Yeonjun.”

You go about the rest of your day trying to forget about what happened earlier. Doing mindless chores and watching television to distract yourself. None of it works. None of it gets your mind off the plushness of his lips.

Some part of you likes this. How obsessive he is, clinging on your every word and action like he cannot live without you.

Then you remember, the flowers he left at your door. You jump up, walking to your door and cupping the handle before stopping yourself. What if it has a camera in it? What if it has something in it? A drug of some sort and he's trying to—

Oh fuck it, you decide, opening your door and picking up the vase. There's a note amongst the flowers, because of course there is.

"Dear beauty,

welcome back, my love"

You slam the card on the counter, attempting to mask a shiver. You bite your lip, it's hard to be mad at someone so sweet. Even if it is a little psychotic.

God, why were you attracted to this?

~~~~

You and Soobin were friends — plain and simple. A pair of friends who'd known each other for an unfathomable amount of time they can't even remember how they met. Growing up together has led the two of you becoming close, so much so he's staying over tonight because his family is out of town.

"Soobin can you shut the fuck up for two seconds?!" you shout from your computer desk. Soobin has been singing off-pitch (on purpose) for twenty entire minutes. You would've joined in normally, but you have a project due at midnight you're currently trying to finish.

"Memememe!" He echoes, making his hand into a mouth. You slap it away before he starts giggling.

"Seriously though, I need to finish this fucking project," you groan, rubbing your temples.

Soobin groans loudly before flopping down on your bed. "Come onnn," he whines, wiggling. "Hurry up."

"Yeah? Well you're too dumb to even have projects so don't whine because my stuff is tougher than yours!"

"Nu-uh!" He sits up, pouting like an insolent child. "Your mom always said I was the smartest out of all your friends," he argues.

"Then again, it's not that hard when you barely have any!"

You roll your eyes and throw the pillow you were sitting on. Soobin howls, catching pillows as you begin to type on your computer. You ignore the creaking from your bed. Soobin could entertain himself for one goddamn second.

You move your hand to the mouse, and are met with a different hand already there. Looking over you shoulder, you see that Soobin is leaned over you, look straight ahead at the monitor. Black glasses framing his face and sinking into his strands like magic.

"You forgot a period here," he says, voice rumbling by your ear. Soobin taps your hand away from the keyboard and begins to type on his own. The two of you are silent like that for a moment. Only the warmth of Soobin's chest above your head, and the air brushing your ear as he speaks to you.

"This is good but you can add— are you...okay?" Soobin asks, pushing his frames onto his nose.

You jolt out of your trance and push Soobin's hand away from the mouse. "Yeah, I think I'm just seeing things..." you say.

There's a brief silence as you finish up your project. Your heart is thudding in your ears. And for what? Soobin? Choi Soobin? The same little tot you knew to eat sand and cry on rollercoasters?

Out of the thinness of the air, Soobin breathes: "like seeing me differently?"

You hear him loud and clear, but don't process what he says until you fully let go of the mouse, and spin your computer chair around to face him. Soobin is sitting on your bed, leaning back with his arms behind him, facing you. He looks above his glasses with a stare to make you breathless.

"What?—"

"Don't do that," he shoots down.

"Do what?"

You see a jolt of frustration tick in his jaw. "Get up," Soobin commands.

"What?" You ask, confused by his sudden mood change.

Soobin steps towards you, wraps both hands around your shoulders, and pulls you to standing. In a blink you are met with his brown eyes, deep and dark like midnight chocolate.

He steps towards you, eyes flicking over your entire face before settling right under your nose. The heat of his glare now on your lips.

You feel something in you jolt, writhe underneath his staring. As Soobin changes his gaze to your eyes, yours lands on his lips. Pink and shaped like they're made to feel good. Like warm velvet against your skin.

You blink up at him, "Soobin. Soobin we can't, we— you are my friend—"

"I am a boy who has liked a girl long enough to not feel desperate to ask her for a kiss," Soobin blurts, the words coming hot and fast for him.

"Just this once...please."

All it takes is that last little word for you to wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into you. Soobin hands cling around your waist, grabbing at the fabric of your shirt as if he can hold this moment in his bare hands.

He's so soft. Smooth and buttery like he was made in a bakery. Soobin breathes against you, warm breath fanning against your cheeks making you moan and press into him. With the contact, Soobin trails a hand to your upper back, and the other to your lower. Full in contact with the heat of each other.

You pull away. Lips still tingling and heart hungry. Soobin's eyes are full of shock from the sudden lose of contact. They search for a sign, a reason why you stopped, and come with nothing.

"Did...Did I go to fa—"

You grab him by his shirt and shove him towards him on the bed. Soobin squeaks, tumbling onto his back. You crawl over him, sitting right above his pelvic bone. He bites his lip, shutting his eyes as you feel a tent beginning to form.

"Excited?" you voice lows, quipping an eyebrow.

Soobin lets out a breath, "I just...never expected you to be so...in control?"

"You thought you were going to be calling the shots?"

"N-No Ma'am."

You lean down so your mouth is pressed against is ear, "Good," you whisper. You take his ear lobe between your teeth and nibble, relishing in the way he writhes and wiggles underneath you. Trailing your hands up his chest, you begin to press more kisses into his collarbone. Cold fingers like icicles dripping onto his molten skin as your teeth bite harsh marks into his flesh.

Soobin is trying to keep up. His hands perch on your hips as he bites his lips to keep from moaning. Your mom is home after all. So he suffers as his hands grip your hips like a lifeline. But he can only take so much, so much before he loses it just thinking whether your mouth would feel the same on his cock.

"Pl-please," Soobin begs, voice growing higher. You look up at him. Foggy glasses. Swollen lips. Marks beginning to form around his neck. He's pathetically sweet looking.

"You're going to have to be more specific, Binnie," you say, beginning to grind against him.

Soobin groans, forcing your hips further down as he bucks into you. You gasp, stabilizing yourself on his chest. "S-shit, Binnie..." you whisper. You hum your next moan, gripping onto his wrists as Soobin grinds the two of you together.

"I've wanted...shit...you for so long..." he groans, "fuck this I can't," he blurts, whipping the glasses off his face before speeding up. Soobin moans, loud, louder than he promised himself he would. But he can't help it when you feel so good and — fuck — you don't even have any clothes off so why is he so close already?

You can feel how his rhythm is getting choppier and caress his cheek, causing his tear filled eyes to catch your gaze.

"Come for m—"

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Hey you two! Dinner is ready!!"

You throw yourself onto the floor faster than you can think of how badly it would hurt. "Okay!!" you shout back, rubbing the pain in your hip.

Soobin is dumbfounded. He lays there on the bed without a thought in his head. Not a singular one but how badly he needs to get off right fucking now. He grabs your pillow, laced in your lily perfume, and sniffs it, beginning to jerk off in his pants. Imagining that he's drilling into you again and again. Seeing the back of your eyes roll in pleasure. Fuck does he love the way you look. The roundness of your tits, the swell of your ass. The look you gave him when you were on top. The whole thing has him panting and whining like you guys never stopped.

You watch him cum in his pants. In a way, you were just as dumbfounded as he was. Except, at how...whipped you had Soobin and didn't even know it. His mouth drops into a slack 'o' as he groans, his whole body tensing up while he finishes, panting and sinking into your bed.

"We...we should...uhm...eat Soobin," you nod, avoiding his gaze and gesturing towards the door. You can't look at him right now, but you're unable to tell if it's because he's too hot — sitting there in his own cum — or if that line between you shouldn't have been crossed.

He nods, still sprawled out on your bed. "Just...just tell her I'll be down in a second," he breathes, chest rising and falling.

You nod, still avoiding his gaze. "I'll see you downstairs."

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Hey y'all ! Tell me how you liked this!! This will most likely be pt 1 in a series (idk how long maybe one or two more) because I have a couple ideas for this hehehe~