#soogyu

“So, what is this for again?” You lean forward, knees digging into Soobin’s soft bed sheets. 

He doesn’t answer you, instead, he leans down, eying the viewfinder and repositioning the camera to find the perfect angle. His nose is scrunched in concentration, his tongue peeking through the plumpness of his lips. His blonde hair is neatly tousled, and his glasses are resting on the top of his head like a crown. 

You groan, letting yourself fall back onto his bed with a thud as your head hits the freshly fluffed pillows. Your mind had betrayed you countless times in the presence of your roommate, so much so that sometimes you’d have to leave the room before you actually pounced on him like a predator to prey. Except for now, because he’d been so insistent in needing your help with something and you couldn’t just leave him hanging. You promised to help. 

But that promise was made yesterday. And today is today, and Soobin is different today. His hair is the perfect type of messy and his thin silk shirt was doing nothing to hide his body, the two undone buttons at the top laughed in your face as you ached for more. 

Soobin squeaked at the noise of your collapse, letting his eyes finally land on you. He gulped at the sight: You sprawled out on his bed, your hair laid out comfortably on his pillows and he felt his cheeks warming up at the sight of you. Your skirt had risen up slightly on your thighs, revealing your plush skin and he’s sure if he looked a bit closer he’d be able to see your panties. 

Not that he would, he liked to think himself a gentleman, though you challenged his morals more times than he could count in the span of your friendship. With your short skirts and your love of thigh high socks he’d practically felt like he was in heaven when you’d asked him to move in with you. 

And now, here you were on his bed, helping him with a project that he could care less about. Not when you looked like that. 

“Soobin?” He shook his head, taking his glasses and putting them back over his face, hoping the thick frames would cover the redness of his cheeks. 

He simply hummed as a response and he watched you sit up again, your head tilting cutely as you watched him. 

“Oh, yeah—he thought back to your initial question—it’s a project for my photo class,” He clicked his tongue and looked down at his feet, almost afraid to make eye contact with you, “I have to take personal photos, intimate, like, photos that will make the viewer feel closer to me.” He nods and curses under his breath at the heat he feels spreading down his neck. 

“Intimate?” You hum lightly, “So why do you need my help?” 

You grin as he stutters out a response. His tongue gets all tied up while his cheeks grow even pinker. You like the gloss of his eyes and the way his glasses slip down his nose as he speaks, looking for the words to answer your question. 

Instead of waiting for said answer, you stand, stopping in front of him to observe the camera. It’s propped up on a little tripod, Soobin made it easy for you, fixed the angles so all you’d have to do was press the button to take the photo. You look back up at him, “Relax, I’m just messing with you,” you take your index finger and push the frames up from where they’d fallen, his eyes nearly crossing as they watch your finger trace the bridge of his nose, “I would be honored to take your pictures, Bunny.” 

His heart skips a beat at the nickname, and before he has the chance to embarrass himself, you begin to push him towards the bed. Your hands hold onto his sides and you try not to think about how soft his skin would feel under your fingertips, the silk of his shirt not thin enough to satisfy your craving. 

“Sit.”

He sits quickly and looks up at you waiting for you to give your next direction. You grin at his obedience and pull his chin up with your index finger and thumb. You scan his face, taking advantage of the situation to slip your fingers through his soft bangs to mess them up even more while he just sits there and watches you with his big round eyes. 

He sighs when your hands leave his hair, skin already feeling cold without the warmth of your embrace. Soobin fights the urge to frown as you walk towards the camera, “You just click the button at the corner when you’re ready to take the picture, I’ve already adjusted all the settings, so you’re good to go whenever.” He smiles but his voice waivers with a twinge of disappointment. 

You nod, bending down to look through the viewfinder at the boy. The setup is perfectly centered around the bed, posters hanging on the wall, strategically placed for the shoot and Soobin was the perfect centerpiece. You’re impressed by the cohesion of the colors and as much as you love to tease him you can’t deny that he’s got a talent for this sort of thing. 

For the next few minutes the room is quiet as you both focus on eachother, you’re unsure of your photography skills but you try your best, though the last batch of photos doesn’t satisfy you and you’re sure they won’t survive Soobin’s strict photography regime. 

“You know, I don’t think this is working.”

Soobin quirks a brow, his chin resting in his palm as he thinks up new ways to pose. He’d never had a talent for modeling, preferring to be the one behind the camera and his shoulders dropped at the thought of you realizing his modeling skills were below par. 

His voice was small and fragile, “What do you mean?” 

When you caught the anxiety in his throat you were quick to reassure him, “It’s not you, Bin, I promise,” You smiled kindly and he felt the tickle of butterflies fluttering in his tummy. 

“What is it, then?” His brows furrowed in confusion, he was sure his setup was perfect. He’d even taken the time to rearrange his walls and mess up his bed so they’d reflect the chaotic state of his brain at the moment, a snapshot into his head was all the intimacy he could think of for a shoot like this. To be honest he was out of ideas and the deadline was so soon he’d just about given up, now he was close to panicking. 

You hummed again, a finger on your chin as you thought of what to say. 

“It’s just not intimate enough, I think. You need to make them feel like they know you, right?” He nodded, “Why not bring them up close?”

Before he could disagree, you were removing the camera from the stand and walking towards him. 

It wasn’t that he disliked your idea, moreso he was unsure of how he would perform. He was already bad at modeling, he couldn’t imagine the anxiety of up close shots that would reveal every detail about himself, and not just physically. It was only a class after all, he didn’t want to reveal every bit about himself to a room full of strangers. 

You’d already been working on the project for about half an hour, though Soobin still sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned back onto his arms as he watched you approach, viewfinder up to your eye already beginning to take little snapshots into his world. 

His legs were spread out in front of him, and he held his breath when you gently laid your knee in between them on the bed. 

“Smile.”

He jumped at the shutter of the camera, like a puppy startled by fireworks or car alarms, he could feel the tension pricking through his bones and shivering its way down his body. 

You took the camera to look back at the photo and despite the fact that his eyes were closed, you already noticed significant progress due to your creative decision.

Tapping on his shoulder to refocus his attention onto you, you flipped the camera around to show him, and his lips parted in awe, “Already better, right?” You pinched his cheek, “But I said smile, Bunny.”

He was distracted by your proximity, from here he had a direct view into your eyes, he could see the shades mixing around in your irises and the glimmer of the light reflecting in them like stars in the sky. He found himself unconsciously grinning at the nickname and the way your nose twitched when you smiled, his dimples poking through his fluffy cheeks like raindrops. 

You took another photo, with flash this time, and you giggled when you noticed that the flash accentuated the rosiness of his cheeks. Though, the flash also caused the lenses of his glasses to completely block his pretty brown eyes. 

“Can you take your glasses off for me, Bin?” 

He nodded quickly and you snapped another photo as he was removing them. Candid shots were as personal as a photoshoot could get, at least, in your opinion. 

Before realizing, you muttered out a soft, “Good boy,” and though it was light you’re sure he heard it. 

Soobin swore he almost fell to his knees right then and there. His stomach turned in excitement and another emotion that he could only pinpoint as… arousal. All he wanted now was to be left alone so he could calm down. He wasn’t sure he could keep his cock under control with your knee resting so kindly between his legs. His eyes were wide and his lips had fallen into a soft ‘o’ that allowed his cute bunny teeth to peek through. 

You snapped another photo, making sure to capture the surprise on his face, before asking him to lay back. 

He looked syrupy sweet with his pretty button up and the nervous twinkle in his soft eyes, you had to have him.

He gulped, “Wha-What?” 

“Come on, don’t you trust me, Bunny?” You smirked. 

Now, you were just wondering how far you could take this, how far he could go before he snapped and finally begged you to fuck him. 

Uh-huh, he nodded obediently, your good boy. 

You’d noticed the way he looked at you, of course you did, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your tits long enough to have a normal conversation. His cute face and the way his cheeks seemed to be endlessly pink around you made you weak. You wanted him but you wanted him to want you first, though Soobin was so thick headed he probably didn’t realize that giving friends pet names wasn’t a normal thing to do, or that your skirts just seemed to get shorter and shorter every time he saw you. 

At this point you weren’t sure you even cared about his project anymore, an awful thing to think as his friend and photographer, but frankly you couldn’t think about anything right now. Your mind was blank apart from the sweet look of confusion on this boy’s face. He’d been blushing since you walked into his room that afternoon with your lacy thigh highs and your little skirt. You were sure you’d seen him take peeks at your thighs and you were sure to interrupt him just so you could hear his adorable stutters and whines. 

Soobin laid back, his head on the same pillow you were resting on earlier, it still smelled like you. 

His blonde hair formed a messy halo around his head and the heat from his face was beginning to make him sweat. He looked adorably glossy as you snapped a picture from your position. 

He nearly jumped when he felt you climb on top of him, your knees resting on either side of his thighs and though you weren’t sitting on his arousal just yet, he could already feel himself getting hard. 

He pinched his eyes shut, trying to urge himself to calm down, you were just helping him with a project, right? When did you get so flirty? 

“Is this okay, Bunny?”  

He only nodded. His voice was sure to crack or waiver if he tried speaking now, he could barely think with you hovering over him. 

He thought the hard part was over once you snapped a few pictures. His eyes fluttered open once he heard the rustle of his comforter watching you move further up his body, “How about this?” 

Another nod. 

He was blinking fast now, trying to control himself as you moved closer and closer to where he needed you most.

You finally sat down on his lap, a wicked little smile on your lips as you felt his half hard bulge. 

He cursed under his breath, his hands instinctively going to hold your hips as he tried to control himself despite the sweet pressure he was receiving. 

“What are you doing?” His voice came out breathy and despite the ravishing sight in front of him he urged himself to stare at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what your intentions were but despite the fact that you were sitting on him he didn’t want to make any assumptions and he definitely didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

It’s like you could hear the gears turning in his head, like a little hamster running on its wheel his brain never stops moving. Though you’d come to realize that for someone who thought so much he was actually quite dense. 

“Soobin—you giggled—What are you doing?” 

Finally, he looked at you. His eyes bounced around your face, from your lips to your eyebrows yet he still avoided your piercing stare. He was avoiding looking lower than your chin, not even realizing that his big hands were still holding your hips in place, thumbs twitching against the soft fabric of your skirt. 

You leaned forward and held his cheek with one hand while the other was still occupied holding his camera. 

“Come on, Bunny, what’s wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” You pouted, he knew you were faking upset but he still couldn’t stand up to you. He wasn’t strong with you normally and he definitely wasn’t strong with you practically sitting on his dick. 

So he let his gaze fall on you, fully, his eyes brightening up once you smiled at him, a bubbly feeling deep in his belly reminded him that this is the closest you’ve ever been. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” He shook his head, his pretty hair messily landing on his forehead and you almost leaned down to give him a kiss. 

Instead you took a photo. The memory of his flustered state now cemented forever. 

Soobin nodded, understanding that it was all just for the camera, of course, he should’ve known. It was stupid of him to think anything else, and now he felt embarrassed at the fact that he was still semi-hard under you. He was hoping you wouldn’t mention it. 

“I’m okay.” 

His tone of voice was nervous and he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. 

You sighed, “Come on, Bun, what’s going on inside that head of yours?” You tapped a finger to his forehead. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Doing what?” 

He scoffed, thumbs digging into the skin of your waist now.

“Don’t play dumb,” he said and his brows turned down in annoyance. 

“Maybe I just like making you blush, have you ever thought of that? You’re so pretty when you blush.” 

He finally let go of your hips and you shifted in disappointment. He crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his lips into a thin line as he looked off to the side, ignoring the sound of the camera shutter going off as you took another photo. 

He rolled his eyes, “Stop that!” 

“What am I doing? Use your words, Bunny, I can’t read your mind.” 

“You’re just…” Soobin put his hands back on your hips, pulling you with him as he sat up against the headboard of his bed, you were still in his lap, only now you were face to face. 

“What?” You whispered. 

His eyes danced across your face again, blood pumping adrenaline through his veins, he was more secure in himself this time. He let go of your hips, again, but before you could get upset, his lips were on yours. 

His left hand held your jaw while his right rested on your ribcage, thumb dangerously close to your breast, and you almost moaned when it moved down to grab at your ass. 

He took your gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, trying to plant the memory of your taste on his tongue forever. 

It was messy and desperate, months of pining and anticipation all lead up to this moment and it couldn’t feel any better than this. A clash of teeth and tongue, you felt him feverishly pull at your skin, like he was trying to meld your bodies together. He wanted to hold you close to him forever and never let you go. 

Your lips pulled off with a soft smack, foreheads touching as you tried to catch your breath, “Bunny…”

He let out a breathy chuckle, “You know I hate it when you call me that.” 

Your index finger ran over his bottom lip, swollen and red, “Oh, come on, Bunny. Good boys don’t lie.” 

You leaned back and Soobin whined at the growing distance, rolling his eyes when he saw you grab the camera and snapping a quick photo.

“Seriously?” 

“Hold still,” He pouted, “Come on, you look so cute right now, I had to.”

“I don’t wanna be cute,” He huffed and looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact again. 

Your lip twitched up into a smirk, “No?”

He shakes his head adorably, “I wanna be sexy.” 

Your grin was mischievous as your hands slid up his shirt, massaging the soft muscles of his abdomen until you reached his chest, thumbs gently stroking his hardened nipples through the thin fabric. 

His lips parted, letting out soft little breaths as you massaged him further. 

“You are sexy, baby,” you kiss just under his jaw and lift your head quick enough to see his eyes flutter shut, lashes kissing his cheekbones. 

He gasps, “Yeah?” 

Mhm, you hum, placing a feather light kiss on his neck. You don’t bother to ask before unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders, “But you’re so cute, I could just eat you up.” 

Taking the time to admire his features you feel an ache between your legs at the way his skin gleams with sweat and the way his eyes never seem to leave you—he’s waiting for you to make your next move, he’s ready to take whatever you’ll give him. He’s a little bit pathetic, you think, the look in his eye tells you he’d be ready to go to the ends of the Earth right now if you told him to. 

He whimpers as you gently roll your hips over his bulge and you gasp into his mouth when you feel the sheer size of him. He’s squirming underneath you and he gasps out a small, “Please,” so light you can barely hear it. 

You place harsher, wetter kisses from his jaw to his collarbones, leaving a hard trail of love bites over his blushing skin. 

“Please what, Bunny?” A gentle bite to his shoulder has him let out an embarrassing moan and he can feel your smile against his skin, “You have to use your words.” 

He took far too long to answer, mouth opening and closing shut with a bite of his lip and a groan when you found the sweet spot on his neck and sucked. 

“N-Need you, please,” His voice was strained and words interrupted by small whimpers when you pressed your hips into his again. 

You tilt your head in feigned confusion, “Need me where?”

“Please, I need you on-on my cock,” He wanted to bury his head in his hands, he could feel your heat on him, a sweet friction that made his knees weak. He pouted, “It hurts, please.”

Your fingers walk down his chest, painfully slow and Soobin’s starting to get desperate. His eyes are welling with tears when you finally reach to undo the button of his jeans and tuck your hand into his boxers, thumb gently caressing his tip. 

“Are you crying?” You pout and run your hand along his shaft, “Hurt that bad, Bun?” 

He knew you were mocking him, he could see it in your grin, which made his whimper and desperate nod all that more embarrassing. At this point, Soobin knew he’d lost. His self control, his self respect, but he’d give it all up for a taste of you. 

“Poor bunny,” You begin moving your hand along his length, paying extra attention where he’s most sensitive, trying your hardest to coax out his pretty moans. “You’re so hard, you should’ve asked me for help sooner,” You pouted. 

Your hands move to lace through the loops of his pants and he groans at the absence of your touch. You don’t even have to say a word before he’s lifting his hips and helping you take off his jeans. 

He doesn’t wait for you either, he hears your giggle and doesn’t even look up, his fingers strung around the band of your panties while he pulls them down your plush thighs. 

You go to remove your skirt but he stops you, squeezing your waist as he pleads with big wet tears in his eyes. 

You want to take a photo, you want to save this precious picture in your memory forever, you want to hold it in your hands while you touch yourself and stutter out his name on nights when the longing gets too much. 

But you just can’t move, not while he's under you and he's pleading so sweetly with his fingertips bruising your skin, you want to devour him. Take everything until there’s nothing left. 

“Skirt on?—he nods—didn’t know you were such a pervert.” 

“‘M not!” He whines. 

“Mhm, I always see you looking at my thighs,” a light slap on his cheek and he’s whimpering again, “Bet you wanna keep these for later, huh perv?” You tuck your panties under his pillow and pull him out of his boxers, tugging on his cock a few times and offering a sugary kiss to his dimpled cheek before sinking down on him. 

The stretch is painfully sweet and you can’t hold back your moans anymore, head dropping onto his shoulder and nails digging into his biceps. 

“Wai-wait,” His cheeks are humiliatingly hot, “Can you, um, take off your shirt?” 

Your laugh sounds more like a gasp, your lips colliding with his in one heated kiss. Foreheads touching as you pull apart and you’re so close you can feel his heavy breaths on your cheeks, “Why don’t you be a good boy and take it off yourself?” 

And his fingers nervously twitch as they pinch the fabric of your tank top, peeling it off your skin slowly, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind. 

His breath hitches when he lifts it past your arms and throws it on the floor, soft eyes turned ravenous as he places open mouthed kisses over your chest, undoing your bra quickly and throwing it towards the other discarded garments. 

“Always catch you staring at my tits too, Bunny.” You guide his head further down, until his lips wrap around your bud and sucks gently. 

He merely hums, too enchanted by the taste of your delicate skin on his tongue. 

While he’s distracted you finally work up the energy to start moving, gentle rolls of your hips with your hands on his waist. His skin is soft and welcoming and soon enough you're digging your nails into his flesh. 

He’s loud, mostly groans and whimpers though the occasional obnoxious moan escapes his swollen lips and manages to make you wetter than you already are. 

He continues to attack your skin, pausing only when you begin bouncing on him to let out a strained, ‘fuck’ with his hands moving to hold you. 

He squeezes your flesh and pushes you down further, finding it harder to control himself the more you move. Then, your lips are back on his, kisses messy and full of tongue while his hands explore the rest of your body, digging into your shoulders, feeling the expanse of your collarbones and your breasts. 

You’ve given yourself up to him completely, the pleasure too much to form a single coherent thought in your brain. Not while Soobin is hitting the perfect spot inside you, your gummy walls squeezing him so perfectly he’s sure you’re made for eachother. 

“Bin—fuck, feels so good.”

The bed is creaking now, frame hitting the wall and the room is filled with moans and whines and whimpers and you’re not sure who they belong to anymore. 

You pull yourself flush against him, tits pressed up against his chest with your head on his shoulder. Your hair tickling his neck and he tangles a hand in it, pulling you closer against him while his hips begin messily thrusting into your pussy. 

Your moans were getting louder and louder, you were letting go as you got closer to your release, nails clawing at his back. He knew you were growing tired, thighs quivering with each roll of your hips yet you still tried your best to match his pace. 

“Bin—“ You felt your eyes growing teary with your forehead nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you,” His voice was weak, and you were sure he was close with how sloppy his thrusts were getting, but so were you. His pelvis hitting your clit so perfectly you were seeing stars. 

“Bunny, I’m—,” You were interrupted with a short peck, soft and sweet and full of adoration. He held your face in one hand while the other helped hold you in place with his heavy movements. 

His eyes were glossier now as he studied your face, your brows furrowed adorably and lips parted with little gasps floating through the air, you were perfect. 

He couldn’t help himself after hearing one final moan out of you, your walls squeezing him oh so sweetly he had no choice but to paint them white. Releasing with a low groan, thrusts slowing down as he helps you through your own orgasm. 

You grin into his neck at the warmth, skin sticky as your chests rise and fall almost in sync. 

Your eyes are still closed as you catch your breath, “You okay?” Soobin interrupts and lifts your face to his, big hands holding your jaw. 

You simply nod and offer him a tired smile, to which he replies with a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes going wide at the sound of a camera shutter and you look off to the side to see that Soobin has captured the moment between the two of you, sweaty bare skin and all.