ꨄ︎ warnings: use of 'soob boob', reader bullying soobin (s okay he's into it), princess treatment (soobin rec obv), soobmissive (lots mentioned), mentiones of soobin getting fucked, whimpering n whining, cursing, teasing, degradation, praise, boners, mean! reader (but not rly)
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need a soft Soobin X reader where reader keeps trying to confess to soobin but he's just so oblivious, the only way he gets it is when reader uses a LoL couple as her final pick up line
"will you be the Rakan to my Xayah???"
"??? YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND??"
"THATS WHAT IVE BEEN TRYING TO SAY THIS ENTIRE WEEK"
“𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒” 𝜗℘ 𝐂𝐒𝐁.
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 oblivious!sb X fem!reader 1k+ words fluff
ᝰ.ᐟ just sb not getting the hints skinship corny idk
𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ Had to do my research for this one cause i have never touched LoL in my life ! Tysm for requesting, anon !! Mwa 🤍. We love gamer soob . Pls lmk if I got any of the terms n stuff wrong- (the reviving was moreso for the cheesy lines to fit)
You used to think that crushes felt like fireworks — sudden, bright, impossible to ignore.
But falling for Choi Soobin felt more like sunrise.
It happened slowly, quietly, the way light creeps through blinds on a lazy morning until the whole room glows and you can’t remember what it looked like before.
It started with small things.
The way he always waited for you outside lecture halls, earbuds dangling around his neck, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket. The way he texted you “did you eat yet?” after study sessions like some kind of gentle ritual. The way he listened — really listened — whenever you talked, even when you were rambling about random nonsense.
You told yourself it was nothing at first. Just friendship. Just comfort.
But one day, he smiled at you — soft, eyes curving into crescents — and something in your chest fluttered so hard you almost dropped your coffee. That’s when you knew you were in trouble.
It became your little secret.
Between group projects and campus walks, between late-night gaming and bubble tea runs, you found yourself studying the tiny details of him — the way he laughed with his whole body, the way he fiddled with his pen during class, the faint crease on his nose when he smiled too hard.
It was so obvious to you.
Too bad it wasn’t obvious to him.
Soobin, for all his kindness and height and angelic dimples, was painfully oblivious.
He wasn’t stupid — he just existed in this perpetual state of mild distraction, floating through life like a golden retriever who’d never experienced subtlety.
The first time you tried to confess, it wasn’t even planned.
You were waiting in line for drinks at the campus café, his bag slung over your shoulder because he’d run back to grab his wallet. When he finally returned, slightly out of breath and still smiling, you handed him his cup and blurted,
“You make my heart pop… Like the pearls in this… The boba pearls.”
Soobin blinked, tilting his head. “That’s so cute,” he said, sipping from his straw. “You always say the funniest things.”
You stared at him, speechless. “I— yeah. Funny. Totally.”
He grinned, satisfied, and went back to talking about his LoL rank while you stood there wondering how the universe could bless someone with a face that beautiful and a brain that empty.
Over the next few days, your attempts became more deliberate.
A note slipped into his notebook (“you make everything sweeter”).
A text after your study date (“I like you a latte ☕”).
Even giving him your hoodie, not that he could fit it (“it smells like me, so you won’t miss me later”).
Each time, he smiled — genuinely, warmly — and responded with the wrong kind of affection.
“You’re such a good friend.”
“Aw, thanks, you’re the nicest.”
“You always take care of me.”
Friend.
Nice.
Take care.
Every word felt like another soft punch to the ribs.
But still, you couldn’t stop trying. Because he made it so easy to love him, even when it hurt.
The turning point came on a rainy Thursday evening.
You were in his dorm room, half-buried under a blanket, both of you playing League of Legends together. The sound of rain against the window mixed with Soobin’s quiet laughter every time your characters died in spectacular fashion.
“Okay, but you have to admit,” he said between laughs, “that was the worst ult timing I’ve ever seen.”
You threw a pillow at him. “You distracted me!”
“I literally said, ‘don’t engage yet!’”
“You smiled! How am I supposed to focus when you do that?”
He blinked, surprised, then chuckled. “I didn’t realize my face was that powerful.”
“It is..” you muttered, but your voice came out softer than intended.
He didn’t hear. Or maybe he did and pretended not to. That was the thing with Soobin — he never noticed the weight behind your words, but part of you wondered if maybe that’s what made him so easy to be around.
No pressure. No expectations. Just… him.
It was around midnight when the power flickered.
The rain had turned heavier, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The Wi-Fi died mid-game, leaving your characters frozen on screen.
Soobin sighed dramatically. “Guess that’s the universe telling me to stop feeding.”
You laughed, curling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “It’s telling you to get better at aiming, maybe.”
“Hey,” he said, feigning offense, “I’m a great Rakan.”
“Sure,” you teased. “If dying in every team fight counts as ‘great.’”
He leaned back in his chair, smiling at you through the dim light. “Then what does that make you, huh?”
“Better,” you said simply. “Carrying you since day one.”
He laughed, a soft, deep sound that filled the little room. You tried not to stare at the way his hair fell over his forehead or how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
He had no idea that every moment with him felt like the calm before something inevitable.
The room grew quieter after that. Just rain, and the low hum of your heart doing cartwheels.
“Soobin,” you said suddenly.
“Hm?”
You hesitated. The words hovered at the tip of your tongue, too big to swallow but too terrifying to release.
You’d failed a dozen times already, and yet here you were, ready to try again — not because you thought it would work this time, but because you couldn’t keep it in anymore.
You wanted him to know. Even if he didn’t feel the same.
You took a breath, fingers fidgeting with the blanket’s edge.
“If I said something kind of weird, would you promise not to laugh?”
He turned to look at you, earnest and curious. “Of course. Why would I laugh?”
Your throat felt tight. “Because it’s… sort of dorky.”
He smiled, gentle as always. “That’s okay. You’re sort of dorky.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your nerves. “Okay, then.”
You looked straight at him, your heart hammering like a drum, and said,
“Will you be the Rakan to my Xayah?”
For a second, he didn’t react. His eyes flicked between you and the screen, clearly processing the reference.
Then, slowly: “…Wait.” His brows furrowed. “You mean—”
You felt your face heat up. “Yes, Soobin. That’s what I mean.”
He blinked again, realization dawning like light breaking through clouds. “You— you want to be my girlfriend?”
You buried your face in your hands. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say this entire week, Soobin.”
There was silence. Then a soft, almost disbelieving laugh.
He sounded so genuinely stunned that you couldn’t help peeking through your fingers. His expression was a mix of awe and embarrassment, his cheeks flushed pink.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he murmured. “All those hints— I thought you were just teasing me.”
“I was teasing you,” you said. “And flirting. And hinting. And practically spelling it out.”
He laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I’m a little slow sometimes.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes?”
“Okay, a lot of the time,” he admitted. Then, softer: “But if it’s still okay… yeah. I’d like to be your Rakan.”
Your heart fluttered so hard you almost forgot to breathe. “You sure? I’m not exactly a pro gamer, you know.”
He smiled, eyes warm. “That’s fine. I’m not exactly a pro boyfriend yet either.”
Something about the word yet made you grin.
He reached out, hesitated for half a second, then brushed his fingers against yours. The touch was light, tentative — the kind of touch that says I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.
Outside, the rain softened to a drizzle. Inside, the tension melted into something sweet and easy.
You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling him relax beside you.
“So,” you murmured, “does this mean I get to trash talk you in-game without feeling guilty now?”
He chuckled, tilting his head so it rested lightly against yours. “Only if you promise to revive me when I die.”
“Deal,” you said, smiling. “But you better not feed.”
He laughed again, that soft sound that had started it all. “I’ll do my best, Xayah.”
And when the Wi-Fi reconnected and your characters spawned back into the digital battlefield, Soobin hovered over Rakan and locked him in immediately — a quiet promise glowing in the flicker of his monitor light.
Maybe love wasn’t fireworks after all.
Maybe it was something slower — something that started with laughter, with friendship, with a boy who didn’t get the hint until you told him outright.
And maybe that was exactly what made it so perfect.
synopsis (continuation to drop dead, but can be read as a stand-alone fic) BABY, WHAT'S MINE IS NOW YOURS! .ೃ ⌂* in which your boyfriend flies to you after months of long distance, and what better way to have him familiarize himself with your apartment than to give him an in-depth house tour?
pairing choi soobin x (f) reader
genre fluff, smut, established relationship, long distance
warnings mdni. unprotected sex (please don't!), mentions of sexting, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), piv sex, sb cums inside reader (i have a creampie problem)
word count 3.07k
a/n was going to write this in one go but i figured it would be better to post this in installments! i shall make a series masterlist once i've written the next part, enjoy in the meantime, everybunny :3
You never thought home could be a person until you met Soobin.
The said man had taken the time and money to fly over to you after months of not seeing each other, and it took everything in you not to fully amalgamate yourself into his being upon seeing him on your doorstep. “I promised you I’d see you, baby,” he had chuckled in a fit of joyous giggles as you attacked him with pecks on the face hours prior. You replied in between the litter of kisses, “I know. I just didn’t expect you to go full on stalker mode and show up at my door.”
After snacking on the delicacies he had brought from his hometown, the two of you settled on the couch, his long legs tangled with yours as he had his equally lengthy arms around you. Soobin being Soobin, he brought his Nintendo Switch and plugged it into your television to show you the Tomodachi game in which the two of you got married in. Once he finished his extensive tour of his little virtual island, he invited you to play Mario Kart. You cursed Soobin and his affinity to any game– you were but a sore loser whenever he cheered about winning 1st place.
“I quit,” you frowned, setting the controller down. “I stand no chance against you and your fingers that have gone through over a decade of gaming.”
“I can do something else with these finge-”
“Baby.”
Soobin giggled, nuzzling his face onto your neck. Peppering chaste kisses all over your face, he whined, “Okay, I’ll go easier on you. 20 second headstart, that good?”
You rolled your eyes, but succumbed to another round of Mario Kart. It was going all so well, until Soobin started his lap and for God knows how, managed to overtake you. You whined out, ultimately pissed and resorting to dirty measures (see: tickling the side of his chest). He writhed in laughter at your childish desperation, but kept his eyes on the game, finishing another lap.
Grumbling in annoyance, you raised yourself and ended up straddling Soobin. It takes him a few moments to register the position you ended up in, and when he does, you almost miss the bob of his Adam's apple. Got him.
Letting go of the controller in your hand, you held his face in both of your hands as he tried to keep his focus. It’s almost comedic how the two of you were set on riling the other up– Soobin with his unwavering dedication to winning the game and deem you as a horrible gamer, and you with your attempts to break his concentration, leaving a trail of now wet kisses against his clavicle.
“Still on the game, huh?” you muttered in between your ministrations, lips glistening against the soft glow of the TV. He huffs, and yet the breath that leaves his lips turns out shaky.
“Stop,” he snivels, but when you comply with his request, he breathes, “Don’t stop.”
You snicker, now lapping at his neck, “Just quit it, baby.”
His self-control and will to push you into further annoyance is teetering over the edge. Just one last lap, Soobin thinks to himself, but the way you’re pressing against him is driving him batshit insane. His vision is dimming in pleasure at the contact, but it’s only when you purr in his ear that he falls apart at your words.
“Thought you could do something else with your fingers?”
Fuck it.
Soobin drops the controller as soon as the last syllable leaves your lips, full attention now towards you. A soft rumble leaves him brazenly, his enormous hands now gripping your hips, before he crashes his lips into yours. He ravishes your mouth instantaneously like a depraved man, to say the least, tongue making contact against the walls of your mouth.
He has all the time in the world, and yet he tugs at your shorts like he’s trying to rip it off of you. “Off,” he murmurs, “Want to see you fall apart on my fingers now.”
“Don’t know, I thought you’d rather rub in my face that you’re soooo much better at gaming than I am.”
“I’ll rub this veiny dick against your face instea-”
“Shut up.” That does it. You want nothing but to stop him from saying such juvenile statements you’d only hear from a high schooler. You raise your hips, his hands immediately yanking your bottoms off of you as soon as the opportunity came.
Lithe fingers now trace against your dampness, making you shudder unabashedly. “Missed me that much, huh?”
“You are so-”
Before you can even finish your sentence, Soobin sticks one digit in, your pulse quickening as he sets a steady pace.
“Fucking tight,” he says under his breath, now adding another, to which you whine. “Haven’t been touching yourself lately?”
“N-No.”
He chuckles, “Bet it’s because your fingers are nothing compared to mine, let alone my cock, no, baby?”
He is so fucking annoying.
Except he’s right, but you don’t want to grant him the ego boost right now.
Every knuckle drags against your insides like an answered prayer. You used to swear off believing in soulmates, but the way he already knows his way around (inside) your body has you thinking that you were made for him, and he for you.
“Baby,” you choke out in the middle of him working a third finger into you, “Want to get on my knees for you.”
All his prior cockiness is thrown out of the window, because now he’s looking at you with glimmering eyes like a puppy presented with a treat, “Really?”
You hum, hissing when he gently pulls his fingers out. Going on with your word, you situate yourself on the cold, wooden floor of your living room, Soobin’s thighs making space for you to kneel in the middle.
It was your turn to feel the dampness of his boxers, snickering as you echo his own words, “Haven’t been touching yourself lately?”
“Wrong,” Soobin flashes a grin. “I jack off almost every single day, I literally sent you a video last week.”
You roll your eyes, “Gooner.”
“Only for you. I scroll through the selfies you send me like a corrupt maniac.”
“Like a fucking pervert.”
Sneering, he responds, “Can’t help it. Problems of having a hot girlfriend.”
Although you’re thoroughly pleased at his answer, and you can’t believe that a man as gorgeous as he is gets himself off to your photos, you roll your eyes. Palming him through his boxers seemed to shut him up, whimpers escaping your lover’s affectations. You inwardly debate whether to undress him or to keep on torturing him by delaying the sweet gratification of having his length in your mouth, but you suppose that the latter would be agonizing on your end as well. To say that you’ve been yearning to be in this exact moment would be an absolute understatement.
Soobin is heavy against your palm when you pull him out of his boxers, dick already leaking all over your fingers.
“Eh, did you get bigger?” you ponder, more to yourself as you begin pumping his base. It’s absurd how he grows more in your hands with every second that passes.
“J-just horny. You make me horny.”
You chortle, “I think I know that, bro.” You speed up on your pumping, your boyfriend sighing in relief.
“Calling me bro while you have my whole ass dick in your hand,” Soobin jeers jokingly, yet his eyes prey on you like a hawk.
“Yep. About to put your dick in my mouth, bro,” you reply, diving in between his legs. His back arches off the couch at the sensation, hips raising up to push his length fully down your throat.
“F-Fuck. Wait. I’m sorry-”
You’re drooling against him when you shake your head, humming, “Ish.. fine… L-liked th-that. P-pwush it harde-”
At your words, it seems as though a switch goes off in his head, because he starts unrepentantly fucking his cock into your mouth, hands finding their way to clutch at your hair. You start fondling his balls, occasionally gagging at the way he shoves himself over and over into your mouth with abandon. The expanse of your living room is merely filled with his guttural moans, save from your own sonances of pleasure.
“B-baby,” he gently pulls you to a stop, looking into your tear-filled eyes. You could almost taste his high at the tip of your tongue (literally, your taste buds were filled with the tinge of his pre-cum), so you’re perplexed as to why he would halt his climax when it was moments within reach.
“Huh?” you ask as you pull off of his length, wiping the ridges of your mouth, “Did it hurt?”
“Baby, you were perfect. Blowjob of my dreams,” Soobin shakes his head frantically. “I just didn’t want to cum in your mouth. No way I abstained from jacking off for days just to not give you a creampie.”
You squint your eyes, “See. Pervert.”
He has the nerve to flash you a toothy grin. “And proud.”
You hop back onto Soobin’s lap, raising your shirt above your head as he follows suit. Once the two of you are bare against each other’s bodies, he chases your lips once more, occasionally nibbling until yours are swollen. You melt into his affection, a stark contrast to the certainty that he’s about to absolutely rearrange your guts in a few moments. All those months of yearning, and now he’s rightfully where he belongs– pressed up against you, kissing you like he had been living in famine in the time when he was oceans away from you.
It’s only when his cock twitches against your thigh that you pull away from him with a teasing smirk, “You’ll probably blow your load one minute tops.”
“Not even going to fight with you on that,” he sighs, now aligning his tip to your entrance, slapping your mound in the process. “If it helps, I could go five rounds even after I’ve cum.”
You shook your head in disbelief (almost, you’re slightly convinced he could actually withstand it), “Are you trying to get limp dick syndrome?”
“Not gonna happen as long as you’re here.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, you sink down to the hilt, a flurry of strangled whines breaking through the two of you. Your thighs rest against his as you keep him buried deep inside you, the position filling you with him entirely. Soobin, Soobin, Soobin. The entirety of you is brimming with him.
You don’t even have it in you to poke fun at his disheveled state because you know you aren’t far off. He looks absolutely beautiful like this– fluffy hair splayed out on the cushions, lips swollen, fighting to stare at you through his half-lidded eyes. He’s thoroughly fucked out as you start riding his cock, hands awkwardly on his side as he’s torn between holding you by the hips and the face. Eventually, he settles on the pads of your cheeks, stroking them tenderly as you flush from the exertion.
“You’re so much deeper like this,” you pant out, speeding up your pace as your hands grip his broad shoulders. You thought your friends were exaggerating about feeling like their guts were being rearranged whenever they’re put in this position, but Soobin led you to discover that his dick could absolutely do this and more. Every roll of your hips plunges him deeper into you, the pair of you blissed out when he hits the spongy spot deep inside.
“Jesus, babe,” Soobin rasps. “You take my cock so fucking well.”
You bite back a whimper, opting to be ever the seductress, “Mhm? I was made for you, wasn’t I?”
Your words do wonders to Soobin. You could feel it in the blistering beating of his heart, but mostly in the way his hands shift from the sides of your face to your neck, “Pussy was made for me. You were made for me, baby. Only mine for the taking.”
He presses at your throat experimentally, gauging your reaction. When he sees a hint of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a smirk makes its way to his stupidly handsome face.
“H-hah. You like that?” He squeezes at your neck again, bucking his hips from below you at the same time. Your head is spinning from all the bouncing on his lap, and your newfound liking to asphyxiation drives you all the more insane. The mere thought of having yourself at his mercy sends you into full throttle.
Eventually, you grow exhausted of all the movement and lightheadedness, whimpering softly about how you couldn’t take it anymore, “Soob. Baby. I-”
As though he could read your mind, Soobin flips you over on your knees. Your face is pressed against the cushions as he takes you to his liking, slamming his hips over and over like he’s trying to break into you. You thank the heavens that he couldn’t see your face at this moment. You were drooling out of your mind from all the pleasure.
“Hah. Hah. I’ve never fucked you like this before,” he grunts from behind you, slapping your ass in between words. “Dreamt of this. Dreamt of taking you from behind.”
You’re weak in the knees as you whimper, “Y-you fucking pervert…”
“I’m the pervert?” You could hear the smugness in his tone. “You’re the one letting me take you from behind, letting me watch your ass bounce against my hips. Letting me fuck you like a bitch in heat.” Another slap. “You act like you won’t let me have my perverse thoughts come to life.”
He’s driving deeper into you now, “What? Can’t speak anymore? Love my cock that much?”
You don’t respond, only letting out helpless whines muffled by the couch below you. Soobin chuckles at this.
“Come on, use your words,” Soobin prods. “I won’t let you cum until you do.”
You refuse, still whining. Partly because you hate to feed his ego, but also because you’re too fucked dumb on his cock to wrack your brain for the right words.
“My poor baby,” he coos, but the way his girth maneuvers itself further into you just feels mocking. “Nevermind. Don’t want you to speak. Want you to scream.”
Whatever Soobin wants, Soobin gets. The thrusts that follow make you see stars as you wail out.
Soobin is completely laying on you now, driving you deeper into the cushions. Every inch of him feels like a piece of heaven and hell at the same time. He’s grunting straight into your ear, beads of sweat from his forehead dropping into the side of your neck. You could sense both of your highs nearing– your walls spasming around him as he twitches by the second.
“You’re clenching so hard. Feels like you’re sucking me in,” he rambles on, “It’s so warm inside you. You’re practically begging for me to cum inside, aren’t you?” The thought of finally feeling his warmth gets you going, starting to convulse around him. “Even tighter now? Hah. Gonna cum for me, darling?”
You couldn’t even give him a heads up when you let yourself go, writing in ecstasy at your high. Soobin lets out an animalistic moan, skin slapping even louder when he chases his high. You’re overstimulated in the most delicious way possible. You’ll take whatever he gives you, toes curling at the overstimulation.
“Hah. Baby. Going to cum inside you so deep. Have to make up for all the months I didn’t get to fuck this pretty cunt. Fuck, fuck. You feel so good.” His orgasm is on the verge of breaking through. “Pretty baby. All mine. Wish I could be all up in this pussy forever. Don’t want to leave.”
You finally regain the ability to speak, all to get him to his peak. “Cum inside me, baby. I’ve waited s-so long for you. Cum. I won’t let a drop go to waste, I promise.”
Soobin is convinced he’s become an easy man when it comes to you.
He buries himself as deep as he could inside your cunt, spurts of his release spilling inside you. He stills while basking in the afterglow, catching his breath before pushing his hips tentatively. Calming down, you take the liberty to turn your head to him, and he looks absolutely fucking etheral. Sweat glistening all over his face, hair clinging onto his forehead, and chest heaving from the intensity of the orgasm. You place a kiss on his temple, him sighing in relief while he rides the aftershocks.
“You’re heavy,” you croaked out after what felt like forever.
Soobin chuckles against the crack of your neck, “Can’t pull out. You wouldn’t let a drop go to waste, right?” But he readjusts your position without taking himself out of you, pivoting to have you lay on top of him instead. Once your face is in full view, lips swollen and remnants of drool visible still, he captures your lips anew, planting the most chaste of kisses.
Pulling away almost felt painful. You were utterly infatuated with him. “I missed you, Soob.”
“I know. That’s why I flew over to you.” It takes everything in him not to kiss you again. “Needed to see you again or else I would’ve gone crazy.”
You don’t know what you did in your past life to have a man as gorgeous as Choi Soobin to long for you, but you’re thankful the universe brought you to him. Having him hold you in his arms where you could feel his heart thrumming led you to believe that it was all fated. All this time, he was meant to be yours.
“I feel gross. And spent. And sticky,” you pout, “But I’m practically boneless right now.”
Soobin raises an eyebrow at you, “Is this your way of enticing me to have shower sex?”
“What?” you slap his chest lightly, “I can’t even feel my legs.”
He hums tauntingly before pulling out with a hiss to carry you, “Maybe tomorrow, then?”
Soobin pads across the hallway of your apartment in giggles, with you limp in his arms and a thread away from passing out from the exhaustion. He opens every door that isn’t the bathroom. Dumbass, you think to yourself endearingly, my dumbass, nobody else’s.
𝓘N WHICH it’s a shame that soobin has to work on christmas eve, but coming home to a fire-toasted home and his little family is enough to make up for it.
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husband 최수빈 & f reader ･ (OTHER). breeding kink, soobin rlly wants to get reader pregnant, lactation kink, general smut, traditional roles, tradwife reader, whiny soobin, breast fondling, mentions of balls cause i know how some people feel abt that, they’re both whiny for each other, soobin’s big, and lmk if i missed anything!
ash: this one’s at the request of my lovely @biteyoubiteme! i love you baby, and could not thank u more for giving me this gift. this was the best gift i could’ve gotten for christmas >.<‘ but yes, since we are always giggling over dad!txt, this one i dedicate to u!!!
The best thing you’ve heard today is the jingling of keys at the front door.
Soobin comes through the door with heavy, tired eyes. When the kids come tumbling down the hallway for him, they soften into something warm. Lifting one to pepper kisses over her face, and listening to the other tattle about something that’d happened earlier, his mouth tugs into a gentle smile.
Dusting powdered sugar off your hands, you wait your turn. The scene falls over you like a dryer-warmed blanket. All you three had done today was wait for him to come home. When finally it’s you that he turns to, your heart flickers.
The Christmas tree is up and in a stand, but it’s bare. You didn’t want to decorate it without him, as much as he told you he wouldn’t mind if you and the kids did. It’s not every Christmas eve that he works, but he’d been scheduled this year. You’d spent the whole day rolling out dough and slipping the kids some, even though you knew the sugar would wind them up, just to make the house feel less empty.
And, wind them up it did. You took them outside, bundled up in thick cashmeres and puffy jackets, at one point, hoping they might work some of it out in the fluffy snow that’d fallen fresh on yesterday. It hadn’t worked, but watching them with pink cheeks and giggling was worth the while. Then, the three of you drug snow-wetted feet indoors to defrost, tugging off layers to accept the tingle of warm air against your numb skin.
You wish he was there, too, though.
Soobin reaches up to pull his tie loose from his neck as he comes to give you your greetings. He just manages to get it loose before taking your lips against his.
With his hands steadying you by the hips and the counter at your back, you sigh out a soft breath. Your lips speak of your longing—the both of you. Slow and intimate tugging of lips and soothing, your lashes dust against your cheeks. He tastes like some peppermint candy he’d probably picked up on the way out of the office. Fingers still a bit cold from outside, he brings one hand up and cups your cheek, brushing a thumb up and down the flushed skin there.
He smiles against your mouth and parts from you only to sprinkle sugary kisses over your face. They fall everywhere: a few over your cheeks, one just beside your mouth, and the last to your forehead. He cups your cheeks through each. When he pulls back and you think he’s done, he steals a quick peck for good measure. His hot-chocolate eyes catch yours once he’s done for real, nose crinkling.
“Hi, baby,” he says. Your heart sings listening to his smooth timbre. It resonates through you and brushes down every last frayed nerve. “How did home treat you?”
You reach behind yourself to tug your apron off. It’s a mess of flour and stray buttercream icing. “It’s Christmas eve,” you tell him. That’s answer enough. “How was work? Did you have a good day?” you say, smoothing your hands over the knitted sweater you’d swiped from his drawer. “We missed you.”
His chest is like home against your back as he wraps you up in his frame. “Doesn’t matter; I’m home now. It’s a good day.” He murmurs his words into your hair. “Mmm. You smell good. Are all these cookies for me?”
“You know who they’re for,” you say. The smile on your mouth is light and fluffy, like whipped cream. Sweet. You’d waited all day for this—for him.
His arms encompass you, wrapped across your front like ribbons over a present. You can hear the lazy smile in his words. “Were you baking all day waiting for me, beautiful?”
With the weight and warmth of him against you, you let your head fall back on his chest. You hum. “I missed you so bad,” you say.
“I know,” he says. Pressing a toasty kiss right into your neck where it’s bared to him, he adds, “I missed you too. Wish I was able to spend the whole day with you guys, not paperwork. But, it’s okay. I had my pretty wife here waiting for me.” Toward the tail-end, he hangs sweet suggestion over his words.
Your cheeks go pink. Maybe you’ve got the heater up too high. It’s not usually this hard waiting for him to get home from work. You’ll usually be busy with your own stuff, so that time passes you by fast enough. And then, he’ll come home all tired, and you’ll finally get the kids to sleep and he’ll make slow, sweet love to you, and then the whole household goes quiet as you all knock out. But today... you found yourself missing him more. On Christmas eve, you’re all supposed to be together; spending the day sprawled over the couch with intertwined limbs and running through Christmas classics with bellies full of hot chocolate and candy canes.
But, he’s here now. That’s all you can ask for. A full, content home.
“The kids want to do the tree,” you say, curling your fingers over the warm skin of his forearm where he’s bunched the cuffs of his button-up to his elbows. “They waited very patiently all day.” You drag the word all out, because really... it’d felt just as long to you. Usually, you’d have had your tree up and laced with twinkling lights and ornaments two weeks ago, but you really wanted to wait until you could do it all together.
“Well,” he says, leaving you with one last nip to the column of your neck before dragging himself off you. You miss the security of his arms almost pathetically quick. “Let’s get it decorated, then. Wouldn’t want to make you guys wait any longer.”
Soobin departs to find the tubs of Christmas stuff, and you go to pull the kids from their playing.
You can hardly help the excited little smile that finds its way to your mouth as you do.
❅
The lights on the tree wink at you, a cozy warm white like ice crystals among green pine needles. Its branches dip under the weight of heavier bulbs. Starry silver and Santa red, and even those assorted ornaments that you’d let the kids pick out, shimmer in the low light. It’s serene and familiar, like the Christmases that you can only relive through orange, flickering memories of better times. Your chest aches in the good way, looking at it.
All of you had put your touch to it, but mostly, you’d sat back and watched them all work, committing it to memory so that it might never go spotty—so that you can remember it years down the road, and use it like a dose of soothing balm when you no longer have this.
Now, you and Soobin just sit and admire it. In true Christmas fashion, you two had to wrangle the kids to bed. You raised your brows at them and warned them with the same old things you’d heard on Christmas night: Santa doesn’t stop by the houses of kids who don’t sleep, and he especially doesn’t stop for kids that don’t listen to their parents. That got them, warm in their jammies, dragging their feet to bed. Reluctantly, yes. But it did the job, and now it’s just you two.
Your stomach does an excited flip as, in between his mindless smoothing over your skin, Soobin toys with the waistband of your plaid pajamas. Lifting your head from his chest, you look up at him.
“Baby,” he says, taking that hand up and under your shirt. Running the warm, calloused tips of his fingers up the plane of your belly and then just under your breast, he says, “I missed you...”
Sweet and slow, a familiar hunger kindles between your thighs just at the way he says it. You know when your doting husband needs you. Your heart tugs toward him—you need him just the same. Surrounded by the home you’ve made together, made lovely by the scent of Christmas, and in his safe arms, all you want is him.
You tug yourself up from him and the cushions, sliding yourself over his lap so that your two thighs part around his waist and your heat meets his bulge. He’s hardened there already, strained against the fabric and hard against your clothed cunt even through the layers. Sucking in a breath, he supports the small of your back with two sturdy arms.
“Missed you too, Binnie,” you mumble into his neck. You’d said it a few times already, but you think it still isn’t enough to convey what you feel. His hands come down to cup your ass, digging divots into it and pressing you into soft grinds down onto him a few times. Your skin prickles wherever he goes.
When his hands find their way back to the elastic band of your bottoms, you lift your hips and let him tug them off you. It’s an awkward position, and you have to lend him a little help with those and your panties with a snort. He presses his forehead into your shoulder, laughing too.
At a brush of your bare cunt against his cock as he frees it, stood proud between the space of you and against your belly, your smile gives way to soft gasp. The tip of him weeps with pearly beads from the slit. He takes it into his hand taps it against your bud a few times, his free hand at your back, and relishes in the twitching of your hips above him.
With the warmth of his cock lined up with you, he pushes some of your hair out of your face and says, “Hate having to wait all day to see my pretty girl...” His chocolate eyes dart up and down between the sight of you just about to join bodies and your face.
Sinking down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him anew, you hum agreement. You nestle him all the way down until the tip of him brushes just before the end of your depth, and then you give your hips a few rolls to let your insides adjust to his cock. Soobin’s big—no matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch. He doesn’t mind the wait; he sits patiently for you to adjust each time, running his hands up and down your hips just to touch you.
You dig your knees into the cushions and lift yourself off his cock. You let him slip all the way up until the flared tip of him threatens to pop out, letting the moment linger there for a moment before dropping back down on him. His shoulders take the blunt of your weight as you fuck yourself up and down him. “I...wish you didn’t have to work that stupid job...” Your voice permeates the air, above the crackle of the fireplace and the soft smacks of your skin against his.
His fingers dig into the soft curve of your waist where your shirt bunches. Each time you push yourself up, he helps, the corded muscles of his forearms twisting. It’s an intimate dance that the two of you have practiced and mastered, knowing when to give and to take without even the need for words. “I know,” he says, his voice taut. “But... I’m here now, baby. I’m here now. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Your chest feels full at that. You know he means it; he works so hard for you all. The couch cushions are abrasive against your knees, and your thighs burn with a terrible ache, but all that matters in this moment is how he sucks his lips into his mouth and lets his head fall back into the cushion at his back. He rocks his hips up to try and meet you. Each time you bring yourself down on him in a way that has his brow twitching or eyes screwing shut, you aim to find it again—in all of it, you hope he feels you thanking him.
Lifting his head, he tugs your shirt up to watch your tits bounce along with you. Taking his palm over one, he says, “Fuck—miss when these were all full of milk. All heavy for me...” His thumb rolls a pert nipple. Shuddering around a chill, your chest jumps against his hand.
Rather than controlled drags up and down his cock, you devolve into frantic rutting hips and whines. Each roll—back, forth, and in messy circles—nudges his twitching cock right up against that weak spot. Flame rolls in your belly and your thighs.
When you’d been pregnant, your tits had swollen up to produce milk, and they’d never gone back down. Maybe a bit, but never back to what they’d been before pregnancy. Soobin loved it. Not that he hadn’t been content with your breasts before, but you think it was more that he was fascinated that it was him who did that to you. That he had filled you with his cum, and got you round and pregnant. When you’d first started leaking, it wasn’t even you who’d realized. You had been stood in the kitchen with a flimsy grey shirt tugged over your body. When you looked up to see what your husband was up to, his eyes were all glazed over and heavy on your chest, where your shirt had gone dark and wet around your nipples. Before you could hurry off with reddened cheeks to change, he’d pinned you against the counter by the hips to suckle the mess up himself.
“Baby,” he says, voice coming from his throat a hoarse plead, “Beautiful, please, can you give me something for Christmas? Just one thing?”
Hair on your neck damp, you nod frantically. Around his waist, your thighs twitch with exertion and each blazing brush of his cockhead against your gummy walls. You’d give him anything; you’d already grown two children for him.
“You—gonna let me put another in you? Can I please get you all pregnant again?” he grits out, his hair falling out from its styling and over his rose-dusted cheeks. He looks at you heavy-lidded.
Your cunt squeezes him, an answer before you can even form the words. It does a number on you, the way he says it. Because really, you do think that to Soobin, the greatest gift you could give him is to carry his children and to just continue to love him. It’s no different for you; you want nothing more. “Yes, please... I’ll give you as many as...you want, please, just...”
The entirety of your pleading is not even out of your mouth before he’s pressing a strong arm across your back and laying you under him. The cushions accept your back lovingly.
Soobin takes a moment to situate you two. He drags you down by the hips, closer to him, tugs your shirt fully off to let it flutter to the floor elsewhere, tugging his own off in the same fashion, and he pushes your mess of hair out of your face so that he can better see you. And then, melding the bare, warmed skin of your soft chest to his own hard one, he rolls his cock up into you.
It’s slow and tender, like promises of love baked into each grind. He makes love to you in the form of open-mouthed kisses and puffs of breath fanning out over your skin when a deeper thrust has both of you shaken-limbed. In your ears, hot, he whispers filthy nothings.
“Gonna knock my pretty girl up again,” he pants. “Want—you to go around wearing me, big and round. My wife. You look so pretty pregnant... Fuck..” The skin of his chest brushes up against your hardened nipple each time he fucks himself up to you, his hands everywhere as he can’t find where he wants to hold you most. Eventually, he settles on linking his fingers with yours above your head with one hand, and the other splayed over your belly. Right where your belly might be swollen, were you pregnant once more. “Right here... can’t wait—h-oh, shit. Do you want that, baby? Want to give me another?”
Chest and belly tight, you can only manage a squeak and a nod. Through bleary eyes, you take in his face. The soft and masculine angles of his cheeks and jaw, his sweet brown eyes, his pinched brows... and all you feel is safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his love. His body cages you against the cushion, slung over you and delivering languid strokes, but you don’t feel trapped. Not one bit. In his arms, you feel untouchable. Secure beyond a doubt.
Nowhere else, with nobody else, would you rather build a family.
“Soobin, please,” you whine, welcome tears prickling at the corners of your eyes like snowmelt. “Want it so bad... I want it so bad....” Wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower spine, you urge him deeper.
“Okay,” he says. The smacking of your skin punctures the serene air as he picks up the pace. He lets his head fall into your shoulder, stunted breaths falling out as his belly tenses. “Okay, love. Gonna fuck you full of my cum, n’ keep it in there so I know it takes... shit, gonna give you my cum now, okay?”
Face screwed up, you try and roll yourself to meet him, to chase the tightness in your own belly, but he’s got you. With a few more hot stripes of his tongue over your tits and over your neck, and a few frantic nudges right into that spot he’s so familiar with, you go still and then break into full-body shakes. You press your mouth into his shoulder to obscure the sharp, sweet cry that comes rushing out along with your orgasm, worried about waking your sleeping kids. Your thighs twitch and shudder around him, some deep and innate part of your brain taking over through the fog to make sure he cums well and right into you. Fingers and toes curling and splaying through it, you allow yourself to fully feel the sweetness his cock gifts you with.
You don’t doubt that he’ll get you pregnant, cumming in you. Soobin’s seed is heavy and potent. He could knock you up whenever he pleased; the last two times he’d done it, you were surprised how easily it took. Your insides twist up around him harder.
“Fuck,” he half growls, half whines. “Fuck, fuck... Love you, baby... Love you so much...”
He holds you to the couch, fucking you into it as his heavy balls smack against your bottom. And then, spewing murmured expletives and taking your face into a big hand of his to press frantic kisses to your cheek, his hips stutter.
As promised, he spills his cum right into you, right where he knows it’ll reach your womb and give you just what you want. It’s hot and thick against your gummy walls. He holds you through it, taking your hips in kneading hands to hold you still. When you think he’s done rolling his hips up into you to shoot more ribbons, he grinds harder.
Soobin slumps over you, finally stilling. He does not pull out, nor unplug you, though. He wants to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it. His heart thunders a lovely song against your chest, and yours his. He runs long fingers through your hair mindlessly, the both of you basking in the slow fire as it burns through your veins and leaves you lazy.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbles.
Heart fuller, you hold him closer. “We have so much wrapping to do...” you mumble, trying to blink away your content sleepiness.
He pushes himself off you just to say, “Don’t remind me.” His weight cradles you once more, running appreciative fingertips over your thighs as he says, “Just a little more.”
Who are you to deny him that? You cherish the lines of his face, all soft in the yellowish glow of the tree’s light. Here, in his arms, you let yourself forget about that and anything else but the simple love buzzing in the air.
“Just a little more,” you agree.
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summary : Yeonjun wants you so desperately for some reason, even though you’ve rejected him already.
genre : loverboy!yeonjun x manhater(?) reader
warnings : kissing & cursing, I think that’s all:>>
a/n : I almost published smut out of this, but I replaced the scenes last second because I was too ashamed. Dude, bye
Choi Yeonjun knows it full well how difficult it is to light up a spot for himself inside your heart. After your last break up, you kept rejecting everyone right then and there — because you swore that if things went wrong with the same guy again for the fourth time, you’re never loving someone again.
Well, you did try to love other guys after the first and second; in the end? You led one on by accident because you were confused by whether you loved him or not, and the other treats you like absolutely bullshit. Since then, you sometimes break down by how guilty and hurt you feel — you wish you could just go back in time and punch your ex carelessly.
Anyways, today is going on as usual — you get ready to step onto the hell of a campus, go to your classes; except, you have a school assembly early in the morning because of some couple getting caught fucking behind the old building.
You sat on the floor beside your friend, and of course — Yeonjun chose to sit behind you, even though you’re in completely different class numbers. He taps on your shoulder lightly, whispering to you, “psst, Y/n!”
“Dude, what the fuck do you want?” You whisper back in frustration, turning your head to him. When you finally look at him, he hands you a box of chocolates. He pucks his lips, pouting at you cutely. You can’t lie to yourself, he may be annoying as hell, but he is attractive and makes your heart flutter sometimes — but you already rejected him, yet, he doesn’t take the hint. At all.
Well, he does know it already that you don’t like him back — he doesn’t want to give up though, and he never will. He’s the son of the most famous stylist in your country, rich and most of all; a model.
No one ever understood why he was going for someone as you. But that’s exactly the type he’s going for; someone that he can put his entire effort into and still being rejected despite his status.
He loves you because he knows that his sweet, small gestures makes your heart flutter and not the fact that he’s so perfect for a man in this time and age. Well, anyways… you furrow your eyebrows and take the box of chocolates shyly, giving him a glance before you spoke up. “Wh-... Why are you giving me these? It’s not Valentine’s day.” You spoke, slightly stuttering as your ears burned up a bit.
“Because I appreciate the way that you look so effortlessly beautiful every time that I look at you. It’s like I’m looking at a performer, so I decide to give something in return for the amazing result.” He replied.
“The-... The fuck? You’re spouting nonsense again.” You turn your back to him again, ignoring your classmates teasing you for the interaction. Yeonjun smiles at you sweetly, admiring your shyness.
As the school head gave his, “lecturing speech” to the students — you opened the box of chocolates, your mind rushing back to the time when Yeonjun fought with his bestfriend over you; Choi Soobin. Soobin had never been the type to fight back, especially to Yeonjun — that’s why he always clings to him, because he’s the cowardice type.
He grew up with the other side, so he can’t let go of their friendship that easily — because he wants to be that understanding friend that Yeonjun treats him in the same way. So, he came up with one resolution; to distance himself and not cause any more conflict between the two of them due to how badly everything turned out when they realized that they liked the same girl, which is obviously, you.
Just when your mind starts to linger more, the school head suddenly calls out, “Who is that student eating in the middle of an assembly? Does this look like lunch to you?” You flinch, freezing in embarrassment. Your friend taps you gently on the head, “not you, Y/n. That one guy from the other side’s fourth row.” He giggles.
The day eventually proceeds with Yeonjun pestering you as usual; he follows you around, acting like an unannounced boyfriend.
“What are you doing after class, Y/n? Wanna fuck?” He suggests casually, like it’s something normal to ask someone you’re not even dating, observing his nails meanwhile you — spit out your drink in shock. “Have you gone mad?” You softly yell, looking around the cafeteria to see if anyone heard. “I was joking, calm down.”
Yeonjun cracks up, laughing so similarly to his friend, Kai. “Look at me,” He spoke in that casual tone again and grabs your chin to move your gaze back towards him, “Let’s go out tomorrow, I’ll bring you to that one restaurant my father held a company dinner in.” You scoff and call his bluff, then swatted his hand away with a smirk. “Is this your way of asking me to a date or are you are just deliberately showing off your father’s corporate perks?”
“Both, maybe — I don’t know. Anyways... Yes or yes?” He leans closer and rests his crossed arms on the table, turning his head slightly as he met your gaze. You smile at him slightly and blink a few times before answering, “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” You poke his cheeks and grab them to tease him, scrunching your nose, “Ow, fuck! That hurts.” Yeonjun retorts in pain and makes you laugh.
You then stand up, “Let’s go now to our next class!” You grab his wrist and held it up high, he pulls away immediately. Just as you were about to call him out, he goes for your hand and holds it. Your cheeks flush a faint pink, looking away with a smile on your face and eyebrows furrowed. Your smile then drops when you remember your promise to yourself; don’t fall in love again. You pull out your poker face immediately, acting unfazed — you give his hand a platonic squeeze over a romantic one.
Today marks the day of your date with Yeonjun. You decided to wear a casual shirt with some jeans because that’s really all what you have inside your wardrobe as of now. When Yeonjun arrives at the function to pick you up, his outfit is nearly the same — just looking a bit more richer with some jersey shirt worn over his white shirt compared to yours for some reason.
You scoff at the gentleman before you, looking up at him up and down with a smirk on your face. “You look good, I guess...” You complimented him and lifted an eyebrow, then crossed your arms. Yeonjun smiles at you confidently and adjusts his shirt while staring at you directly to show off, “Let’s go, pretty.” He then said.
At the restaurant, you both eagerly waited at your table for food — “It doesn’t take this long, usually.” Yeonjun commented on the situation. You’ve been drinking water repeatedly out of impatience, it has been 23 minutes, to be exact. You can feel your bladder about to explode. “Uh, yeah... Yeonjun, I’ll go use the restroom real quick.” You excused yourself, he stares at you as you marched towards the women’s restroom — holding back his laughter. He did tell you not to drink too much water, after all.
When you finished and walked out of the restroom, you notice a familiar, tall figure — Soobin. Out of camaraderie, you tap him on the back, “Soobin!” you excitedly called out to him. He turns his attention to you right away. As soon as he does, you pull him in for a friendly embrace — making him hug you back. “Where have you been? It’s been three months.” you questioned him. “I study at home,” He replied, “I decided to only attend school during examinations.” He continued.
As you drifted through the conversation, Yeonjun watched from afar — your food set on the table. When you came back from the conversation, Yeonjun ate silently; almost ignoring your presence completely.
“I might have to leave early today, want me to drive you home?” Yeonjun suggested and broke the silence between you that he himself made, despite the stinging feeling piercing through his heart out of jealousy. “Yeah,” you answered.
Back inside the car, he sighed before asking. “Who were you with earlier in the restroom?” he continues your earlier conversation through a question, his tone casual and calm — hiding his emotions perfectly. “Ah, no one.” you attempted to lie, because you knew how things may turn out again.
The silence inside the car is heavy, thickening with each word Yeonjun is holding himself back from saying.
“No one,” he repeats, his tone soft yet firm at the same time like an official trying to stay calm. His grip on the steering wheel tightens as his eyes fixated on the road. The way he’s so calm is more unsettling than a yell.
He finally pulls up to the curb in front of your house, proceeding to shift his gaze — his expression is unreadable, yet his eyes are searching yours, almost as if looking for the honesty he knows is missing.
“That’s a long time to spend speaking with ‘no one’, Y/n,” he suspected. “Especially when they look tall enough to be spotted from the entire cafeteria.”
“I saw you talking to Soobin. Why would you hide that from me? I’m not trying to argue with you, y’know,” He clicks his tongue. “We’re not together, I know that — but that’s my friend I fought with over you.”
“Fuck, fine, I did talk to him. But I was not sneaking around at all — hop off it, dude.” you answer in frustration, yet with a hint of guilt lingering in your tone. “You hugged him, you refuse to do that with me,” he points out calmly at first.
“How will I fucking hop off of that so easily when you can’t do that with me at all, the one that’s been around you more this entire time?” He breaks. “Because with him, it’s simple!” You snap back, the guilt finally sharpening into a defense mechanism. “There’s no fucking history of fistfights and 'unreadable' stares with him. I hugged him because he looked like he was losing his best friend.” You continued your words with hesitancy. “With him, a hug is just a hug. With you, I’m scared that if I touch you, I won’t be able to pretend that we’re not together anymore. I’m not hiding him from you, I’m hiding US from myself. It’s absolutely stupid because I’m doing all this too in order not to fall in love again, especially with fuckboys like you.”
“Oh, really?” Yeonjun questions your words with a smirk on his face, almost not believing you. “So you do like me? It’s just that you’re in denial?” He spoke, his tone showing a small hint of sarcasm. “Fuck it, yes!” You answered with frustration showing on your entire face.
“You’re an asshole sometimes.”
“What—?” Before you can even process those four words, he pushes you down and pins your wrists above your head, leaving you completely fazed and frozen in place.
He starts to give you sloppy kisses on your neck, he forgets all about giving you time to think, the kisses he’s pressing on your neck wet, affectionate, and erotic all at the same time, driven by an urgency that borders to be feverish.
You don’t fight back at all and instead of pushing him away — you act on the instinct your brain has yet to approve, breaking your wrists free only to pull him away from your neck to kiss him on the mouth.
“You’re unpredictable as shit.” you pull away for a second to comment on his behaviour. “Outta the blue, I know... But, so are you.” he answers with a lopsided smirk tugging on his lips.
He crashes back in immediately and kisses you back with renewed eagerness, the car filled with soft whimpers and wet sounds of your lips crashing against one another.
The collision is messy and intense, giving the two barely any time to catch your breath. Every time that you think he’s slowing down, he shifts his weight, deepening the pressure until your head is spinning.
For four agonizingly, high-voltage minutes, the rest of the world ceases to exist for the both of you — despite the fact that the car is so obviously shaking. He then finally pulls away from you — resting his forehead on yours before giving you a small kiss on the cheek then smiling down at you.
“Damn,” He commented, “You’re messy, y’know?” He laughs at you teasingly.
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It was the last weekend before college graduation, which meant you and your roommate had a ton of things to pack. To make it more fun, for every box you finished, you got to take a shot. This began innocently enough, with each of you having a drink or two over several hours, but by the afternoon it had devolved into chaos. Suddenly trinket boxes and shoe boxes counted and before you knew it, you were both drunk and giggly.
"Another shoe box is done," you called out. Soobin poured each of you a shot of rum, and you clinked glasses before downing them.
He set both glasses on the table and you smiled at them. They were the last things left in the kitchen.
"It's kind of sad," you pouted as you looked around at the empty cabinets. "Four years as roommates and suddenly...poof!" you sighed. It was so strange to see entire lives in boxes on the floor. You collapsed beside them, gazing upon their contents and trying to remember where they'd existed before finding their new home in cardboard.
Soobin dropped to the floor and crawled over to you. "You were the best roommate," he smiled sleepily while falling back against the hardwood to gaze up at the ceiling fan.
"You too," you admitted as you rolled into his stretched out arms, cuddling into his side where it was cozy and warm.
"I don't think I've ever been this drunk before," he chuckled, his chest rising and falling with every laugh and shaking your head along with it.
"Yes you have!" you giggled. "On Valentine's Day last year!"
"Oh god!" he gawked as he hid his face in his hands. He'd been such a mess that day that he'd had 9 drinks before even getting to the party.
"Remember when you danced for me?" you grinned as you recalled Soobin's silly rendition of It's Raining Men after which he promptly threw up from all of the spinning.
"I was trying to cheer you up," he explained.
"I know," you muttered, rubbing your hand along his chest and hugging him closer. You'd broken up with your boyfriend the night before, and all he'd wanted to do was to cheer you up. "It worked."
"Good," he hummed. His cheek pressed to the top of your head. Soobin had always been a cuddly drunk... it was one of your favorite things about partying and living with him. You'd leave parties together hand-in-hand, not caring what anyone else assumed your relationship to be, and would end the night in bed together. You'd never gone further than that, and often found yourself wondering why. Still, you enjoyed those fleeting moments of peace and connection with him.
"My mom thinks we're dating," you blurted out, unable to stop the words from falling from your lips.
"So does mine," he replied. "So do most of our friends, but I don't care. We know what we are even if they don't want to believe us."
"I am kinda curious..." you trailed off as your hand wandered over his chest to his neck, urging him to tilt his face towards you.
"About what?" he pondered, his brows furrowed in thought.
You could feel your heart pounding when he looked at you, your cheeks burning at the thought of touching his adorable pink lips with yours. "What if we tried it out?"
"Dating?"
"No," you laughed. "Sex."
"I mean...I wouldn't say no to sleeping with you. I've already seen you naked," he shrugged.
Sometimes after parties, you'd both end up vomiting and desperate for a shower. You cuddled naked countless times after bathing together.
"So...if we're going to do this, we should probably go to your room," you suggested as you sat up.
"Why my room?" he questioned.
"We packed my sheets already, remember?" you laughed. You'd been planning to stay in his bed for the week anyway, so it would be fun if the week could involve something extra.
"Oh yeah!" he smiled, still a little dazed from all of the drinks. He stumbled to stand and extended his hands to help you up, pulling with an exaggerated grunt until you were beside him. "I'm kinda nervous," he lied in a playful whisper. "I've never had a girl in my room before."
You rolled your eyes and pulled him toward his room. "I'm in here all the time, Soobie."
"When was the last time you..." he trailed off, but you knew what he was asking.
"A few months ago with Beomgyu. We were both bored. You?"
Soobin huffed a laugh and closed his door, "A few months ago with that slut Beomgyu. He didn't tell me he slept with you too."
You laughed and leaned back on Soobin's bed. "I wonder who he thought was better."
Soobin smirked and leaned over you, "Definitely me."
"Oh yeah? Then prove it," you challenged with a bite of your lip and tug of his waist to bring him between your legs. Soobin was already turned on, which made you curious to know if he'd wanted to fuck you for a while.
"I think..." he began before pulling back, "It would be more fun if we had our first kiss while naked."
Your eyes instantly lit up at the idea, and you tore off your clothes while Soobin undressed. He climbed into bed only once fully nude and pulled you against him as he often did. "You've always felt so soft," he murmured as his hands explored your sides and back.
"You too," you agreed. "Like my own personal human-sized teddy bear."
Soobin squeezed you tighter before tilting your chin towards him. He was so much taller, and it was so easy to lie against him and forget that his head was a foot above yours.
"You come here often?" he teased, eyes fixed on your lips.
"Yes," you breathed, transfixed by the charged air circulating between you. It had never felt like this with him before. You fluttered your lashes at him, cheeks suddenly pink and shy.
"Fuck, you look cute. How'd I ignore that all this time?" he muttered to himself before cupping your cheeks.
"You've always told me I'm cute," you smiled, letting your cheeks fill his hands as he looked at you as if seeing you for the very first time.
"I know, but...fuck I'm stupid," he smiled.
"How stupid?" you laughed just as he smashed his lips to yours with a needy moan.
You were shocked at first but responded quickly to catch up with his lips and tongue, just as desperate to be closer to him as he was to be nearer to you. You hooked your leg over his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning at the new contact of his cock against your slick.
Soobin let out a breathy gasp, his lips parting before looking down to watch you grind against him. You whimpered and drove your hips back and forth, drenching his cock while working yourself up.
Soobin rolled onto his back and guided you up his length, his eyes dazed as if he'd never seen anything better. "Fuck. You're so wet, baby. I bet you could slip it right in..." he gasped when you did just that.
You slid down his cock until he'd filled you, both of you whimpering in surprise at the feeling. When he bottomed out, you met his stare and laughed breathlessly. So did he.
"God you feel so good," he groaned as he bit his lip.
"Oh yeah?" you teased as you leaned forward, raising your waist as you kissed up his chest and neck.
"Mhm," he hummed. "So fucking good," he groaned again as he moved his large hands to settle on your ass. One of them spanked you, and you yelped in surprise as you dropped down onto his cock.
"Soobie, shit," you cursed when he began pulling you on and off his length, controlling the pace even from beneath you. Your thighs burned...but not as much as the ache inside you when he pressed his cock against your g-spot, hitting it with perfect aim.
"We're both so fucking stupid," he rasped, his voice hoarse and desperate against your neck where he began to suck and nibble. "Should've been doing this all along."
"Mhm," you agreed, mind dazed from the feeling of his lips leaving marks and his dick threatening to make you cum. "I thought about it before...during our first shower," you whined between kisses. His shoulder was now littered in hickies and nibbles.
"Of course you did, baby," he groaned at the thought. The nickname made your cunt pulse around him and Soobin became even louder. "I thought about it too, when we came back from our vacation early," he reminisced.
The heat had been cut off that week and you and Soobin had cuddled for warmth every night.
"Fuck Soobie," you whimpered when he twitched inside you, his orgasm closing in. You clutched his chest and rode him faster, slamming your waist against his.
"Fuck baby, just like that," he begged as his eyes darkened. He bit his lip so hard you saw blood, and you dug your nails into his skin, desperate to keep the pace that felt so good.
You were seconds away from coming when Soobin finished. His whines were high-pitched and breathy, and he pulled you down against his cock, sinking it as deep as he could to spill all of his warmth inside you.
You weren't done yet though, so you took his greedy hands and pinned them beside his head to roll your hips back and forth. Soobin was a mess beneath you, too overstimulated to speak, but he let you guide his hand to your clit, and he rubbed it back and forth through his pain until you finally squeezed around him and released everything you had.
With a cry you collapsed to his chest, clutching it as you shuddered. He wrapped his arms around you and held you there with kisses to your sweaty forehead until the trembling stopped and everything felt quiet.
"We should've done that sooner," he laughed as he stroked his gentle hands down your back.
You couldn't respond with anything but a contented yawn while looking up at him with adoringly satisfied sparkles in your eyes.
"So beautiful," he murmured again as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.
You kissed his chest and fell to allow your cheek to rest against his heart.
summary. choi soobin works at the university café, often running the whole place by himself. y/n—a regular—decides to try something new on the menu, not knowing she was minutes away from biting into something that shouldn't even be considered food... just who baked this?
tags. soobin x reader university au grumpy x sunshine cliche fluff txt ft. le sserafim
a/n. first series kinda nervous
OOO. profiles
OO1. who made this?
OO2. wear your glasses
OO3. tba!
OO4. tba!
OO5. tba!
❝ SOMEONE OLDER, GUYS MY AGE JUST AREN’T THE SAME 2 ❞
— pairing: 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿.ᐟ𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ⸝⸝ 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾
warning :age gap, petnames, slightly suggestive, small make-out, fluff, not proofread!
continuation from older .ᐟ
wc 1.3k
a/n: i really love this fic concept and i just wanted to do something short and sweet! i’m in the fluff mood. what can i say~
Soobin was a happy man once he started seeing you. your little doe eyes lighting up did way more to him than you’d ever know, he’d stop by the café just to give you a hug and a quick kiss and bid you a good morning before heading off to work.
he’d even buy you little gifts—your favorite snack or drink, too big gifts—a brand new-off the shoulder sweater that you’d been wanting for weeks that was insanely priced out of your budget.
he told himself he’d never forget the day you tried the sweater on, tears nearly pouring from your eyes from how happy you were. you hugged yourself and spun around chanting “it’s so warm!!” “so cozy!!” “it’s like i’m getting an infinity hug from you binnie!”you said jumping as you hugged him, despite refusing the gifts, he’d still go out his way to give you things. he happily wanted to spoil you with expensive items, even though you adamantly declined him and lectured him. telling him how you didn’t get with him just to let him spoil you. he’d nod, leaving his hands on your waist. totally not listening to what you were saying.
you were younger than him by so many years, he thought it was so adorable when you tried to lecture him, he’d completely look at you with heart eyes—cut you off with a kiss mumbling about how he couldn’t help himself.
you really loved him—for him. and not for the luxury gifts.
he couldn’t really help himself, not when you were so young and energetic. having you call him past midnight full of energy while he was barely able to keep his eyes open was so cute to him.
he’d pick up the phone even if he was sleeping, just to hear you. like now for instance. soobin was finally able to sleep after a painfully long day—he worked overtime, drove through traffic, and just his luck. the elevator to his apartment was in repair which meant he had to walk up a few flights of stairs. and once he got into bed he fell asleep instantly until—his phone buzzed. you were calling him, he groaned to himself. taking a deep breath before replying,
“mm yes princess?” he said breathlessly, the vibrations felt through your side of the phone. his voice rough and full of sleep.
“oh! binnie did i wake you up?” he sighed, he would be annoyed if he hadn’t imagined the cute pout on your face you probably had right now. “no you didn’t. how are you?” he yawned, turning in bed. “ahhh~ i’m okay! i’m a little restless honestly and i caaan’t sleep” you said with a sigh. “i wish you were hereee~ you’re like a big plushie!” you giggled. soobin couldn’t help but smile “mm—im a big plushie?” “mhm! you’re like a human heater that can move too” you said softly “i miss youu” he smiled to himself at your words “you know i miss you more” he yawned again, groaning softly into the mic “princess, i love you but you know i have to work in the morning mkay? i love you” he said those last three words in a sing song voice. you giggled “i love you moreee!” he huffed “im sure you do—mm good night my love. i’ll be sure to text you in the morning”
he ended the call smiling to himself. he probably ended up having a sweet dream about you later that night.
if there was something else soobin loved it was your voice—he could listen to it for hours and. in fact, he would invite you over just so you could sit all prettily over his lap, leaning onto his chest, idly playing with his hair. he’d sit there all focused totally not listening to what you’re saying, adding in the occasional ‘hmms’ and ‘i agree’.
soobin often worked twelve hour shifts and the consistent overtime absolutely tired soobin out. just having you around—leisurely talking about your day and twirling your fingers in his hair was enough to lull him to sleep so easily. which to you seemed like the most romantic date ever. you wanted nothing more to be wrapped up in him—bringing some sort of comfort.
“today was really busy, i had so many orders and i had to make a lot more pastries today-“ soobin leaned his head onto yours and sighed. feeling completely relaxed, “i’m- m’listening, don’t stop speaking” he mumbled softly, hugging tighter like you were some emotional support plushie. you smiled to yourself seeing him slowly drift asleep, speaking quieter and leaning down into him.
soobin after a while woke up to you buried deep into his chest, fast asleep. he smiled to himself, hugging you tighter. thank god he has the day off tomorrow so he could see you all sleepy in the morning.
and when you did wake up? he was stoking your hair, your head slowly shifting up to meet his eyes. “mm good morning” you yawned stretching a little. “did my little princess sleep well?” you nodded smiling instantly “of course i did! got to sleep with my little human heater!” you giggled, shifting your legs so you could be on top of him more.
soobin moved his arms around you, “mm little heater? there’s nothing little about me” you paused, soobin noticed and he smirked. you on the other hand? you laughed burying your head in his neck “soobbbiin!—that sounds so suspicious”
you laughed.
he grinned, lifting your face up.
“come on. seriously? what’s little about me? do you not know? do i have to tell you?” he brought your face closer to his lips, not giving you a chance to reply. your lips almost touching—your breath hitched and you nodded.
he kissed you slow, both hands cupping your face. “mm-! wait bin- we—“ he pushed his tongue into your mouth, you didn’t fight it. you sighed softly. one of his hands moved from your face to your back, his large hand covering so much space. rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. when you finally gained a distance from his lips, the loss of contact making him whine.
“bin—we-didn’t brush our teeth” you panted, lips glossy. “do we have too—my little bunny taste sooo sweet?” he whined, hugging you closer. “mhm! germs are real, mkay? kisses afterwards” he pouted.
his lips found your neck again kissing down it “okay-just-one-more-kiss” he said between kisses. you giggled- “binnie! mm—don’t tempt meeee!“
which in fact he did, but you willingly let him. he’s just too sweet and cute to say no too!
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