“ I love you , why can’t you understand that?! “ — small soobin x reader FF
The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows of the hotel room. You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. A few drinks at a quiet bar after a long day, a familiar tall figure sliding onto the stool beside you, and suddenly Soobin was there—older, softer around the edges, but still the same gentle giant who once held your heart. One thing led to another. His shy laugh turned into heated kisses in the elevator, and now here you were. Soobin lay beneath you on the crisp white sheets, cheeks flushed deep pink, lips parted as soft whimpers escaped him. His long legs wrapped around your waist, trembling every time you moved. You kept your pace slow and deep, one hand braced beside his head while the other stroked his thigh soothingly. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he gasped, fingers clutching at your back, nails digging in just enough to make you groan. He arched up into every thrust, submissive and needy in that way only Soobin could be—big body yielding so sweetly under yours, eyes glassy with pleasure. You leaned down to kiss him, swallowing his moans as you rocked into him harder, chasing that perfect angle that made his voice crack. Afterwards, you both collapsed, sweaty and breathless. Soobin curled into your chest like he belonged there, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. Then his fingers stilled. “Wait…” His voice was small. He sat up slowly, eyes wide as they searched your face. “You… you’re him. From two years ago.” The realization hit you like cold water. The ex. The one who got away because of schedules, distance, and stupid fights that never got resolved. Choi Soobin. Your Soobin. “Shit,” you whispered, sitting up too. “I didn’t recognize you at first. The hair… the way you carry yourself now…” Silence stretched between you, heavy with old memories. Soobin’s eyes shimmered, but he didn’t pull away. Not yet. For the next two weeks you tried to disappear. You changed your usual café, avoided the areas near the dorms, even turned down mutual friends’ invitations. It was supposed to be a clean break again—protect both of you from repeating the past. But Soobin was everywhere. A text at 2 a.m. asking if you got home safe. A delivery of your favorite snacks to your new apartment with no note. Sightings of his tall frame near your gym, always “just passing by.” He was tracking you. Gently. Desperately. You finally snapped on a rainy Thursday night. The downpour soaked through your jacket as you stormed out of the convenience store. Soobin was waiting under the awning, hood up, eyes tired but determined. “Stop,” you said sharply, voice cutting through the rain. “Just stop, Soobin. We can’t do this again. One night was a mistake. I’m trying to give us both space—” “Space?” His voice cracked, louder than you’d ever heard it. Rain plastered his hair to his forehead as he stepped closer, towering over you but looking so small at the same time. “You think I can just pretend it didn’t happen? That I didn’t feel everything again the second you touched me? I let you go once because I was scared. I’m not scared anymore.” You laughed bitterly, water dripping down your face. “And what about the tours? The fans? The same shit that broke us last time? I’m not watching you pull away again when the company calls.” Soobin’s hands grabbed your soaked collar, pulling you in until your foreheads almost touched. His breathing was shaky, eyes fierce despite the tears mixing with rain. “I love you,” he said, voice breaking. “I never stopped. Even when you left, even when I tried to move on. I tracked you because I couldn’t breathe without knowing you were okay. I’m sorry I was a shitty boyfriend before. I’m sorry I let work come first. But I’m here now—fighting for you in the fucking rain like an idiot because I can’t lose you twice.”
Your chest ached. The fight drained out of you as fast as it came. “Soobin…” He didn’t let you finish. He crashed his lips against yours, desperate and rain-slick, hands sliding into your wet hair to hold you close. It wasn’t gentle at first—years of missing each other poured into the kiss—but it softened quickly, turning tender, his body melting against yours the way it always had. Submissive. Yours. You kissed him back just as hard, arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against you under the pouring sky. When you finally broke apart, gasping, Soobin rested his forehead on yours, smiling shakily. “Be my boyfriend again,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please. We’ll make it work this time. I’ll fight for us.” You cupped his face, thumbs brushing rain from his cheeks. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Okay. Let’s try again.”He let out a wet, relieved laugh and kissed you once more—soft, sweet, full of promise—while the rain kept falling around you like it was washing the past away.
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it was a particularly chilly night, the kind of cold winter that despite thinking you’re safe beneath a blanket, somehow finds a way to seep through the cracks in the walls and settle into your bones. you were cuddled up with a book, having finished your assignments and classes for the week, finally able to give in to the sensual lure of the weekend.
you heard the lock to your apartment click, then the door opening, then a shuffling of feet.
a figure loomed over you, and you gazed up at soobin’s face, nose and cheeks reddened from the biting air. he still had all his winter garments on, his scarf cutely pulled up to his chin.
“you’re home kinda late, babe,” you said, returning to your book as soobin made his way into your room and shuffled towards the sofa.
“m cold, it’s f-freezing out there,” he stuttered, crawling onto the sofa and wrapping a spare throw blanket around his shoulders. he shifted closer to you so that his head was resting in your lap.
“how was your day, hm?” you stroked his blonde hair, half-melted snowflakes littered throughout the strands. your knuckles faintly grazed his cheek. soobin shivered for a reason other than the cold.
soobin snuggled further into you, not saying anything but sighing somewhat fussily. you softly placed a hand on either side of his face and made him look up at you. his lips curved so prettily, looking especially juicy the way he was anxiously chewing on his bottom lip. not trying to be seductive in his rapidly progressing submissive state but definitely seducing you.
“what’s wrong, soobie? what does my baby need?”
soobin sniffled and blinked at you sleepily, slowly, his movements slowed down to the speed of dripping honey. “want you to take care of me,” he whispered finally.
it must’ve been quite a day today.
you put your book down and sat him up, carefully undoing his scarf and unzipping his coat. you left and came back with his pajamas - a cream henley top and plaid shorts that you thought he looked absolutely delicate in. soobin said nothing, in a daze as he lifted his arms complacently while you pulled his sweater over his head, then his t-shirt, moving to his pants. he shivered inside the throw blanket and you quickly helped him into his pajamas and wrapped the blanket way too tightly around him, for good measure. soobin giggled a bit at that.
you folded his clothes neatly off to the side. you pet his hair. “do you want to eat something, baby?”
“hot chocolate.”
the kitchenette area soon filled with a rich aroma of melted chocolate, cinnamon, and cream as you stirred the mixture on the stovetop. soobin watched from the kitchen island, sitting pretty and swinging his pale legs back and forth. his hair was slightly messy from the melted snow, his cheeks still flushed and his eyes wide and glittery when they caught the light. it was taking all you had not to pounce on him. when he got this quiet and submissive, he always grew equally horny and desperate for your touch to satiate him, but it was all a matter of his timing. you had learned to wait for him to go from soft, quiet, to melting into you, clingy, needy, begging.
“when will it be doneeeee,” he whined.
“patience.”
“i don’t wanna wait,” he slid off the counter and came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and watching the hot chocolate boil. it was your own personal recipe, something you had perfected your first winter together after discovering soobin’s affinity for anything sweet. it made him taste sweeter, too.
soobin brought his hands up under your sweater and wrapped around your waist in a hug. they were still cold and you gasped. he nuzzled his face in your neck and latched on with no intention to let go even as you moved around the kitchen pouring the chocolate into mugs and sprinkling marshmallows on top.
“soobin,” you tried to sound firm but just ended up laughing. “let go, i’m gonna spill it.”
“mhm, nooo,” he whined, burying his face deeper in your neck.
you maneuvered out of his grasp and patted the island for him to sit down, staring him down. he obeyed, and you lingered on the way his curved pink lips naturally formed a pout. despite his stature and broad frame he looked almost dainty sitting there, fragile and feeling soft and hazy. you watched him take a sip of the hot chocolate. he looked good enough to eat.
you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, faintly tasting the hot chocolate. soobin whined loudly and abandoned the drink, grabbing onto the fabric of you sweater, trapping you while he kissed you back. you ran your tongue along his lips and licked into his mouth, cupping his cheeks. you dropped your hands down to his sides, caging him in on the island counter. he pulled away and sagged a bit, breathless. “please..”
“use your words, baby.”
“please…please do something to me. anything. i need it. please take care of me.”
you didn’t waste time after that, pushing him down onto the counter, kissing him all the while. you kissed his ear and whispered, “on your stomach baby.” he struggled for a second to roll over but when he did you were momentarily distracted by the swell of his ass, the dip of his back, the way his hair laid at the base of his neck.
your hands quickly found their way to the band of both his tiny pajama shorts and boxers, sliding them both down in one swift motion. soobin gasped at the cold air hitting his skin, but he instinctively opened his legs. you dug your fingers into the meat of his thighs and spread them further, exposing his pretty dusky pink hole. soobin whined.
you wasted no time, spitting quietly on your fingers and circling his entrance, making him squirm. a nasty idea came to you suddenly and you continued circling his hole, using your other hand to scoop up the whipped cream and frothy top layer of his abandoned hot chocolate and spread it on his entrance. soobin only moaned at the sensation dripping between his thighs, and you laid your cheek on his thigh before diving right between his legs, tongue swirling into his hole. soobin yelped and the sound cut sharply, startlingly through the otherwise dead silent house. the sounds of your tongue meeting his flesh joined his whining.
his hips shifted uneasily on the counter, and you noticed his neglected cock leaking onto the surface. soobin tried to grind into the counter and match the rhythm of your tongue but to no avail, the smooth, flawless granite granting him no friction and no satisfaction. it only made him grow painfully harder.
“you taste so good, soobie baby, you’re driving me crazy,” you muttered into his flesh, curling your tongue the way he liked it. the taste of the hot chocolate you made only enhanced his somewhat tangy flavor and it was making you lose it.
heavy breathing occasionally punctuated soobin’s whines and he curled his hands cutely into fists. “i want m-more,” he stuttered out, groaning when you pulled away to answer him.
“say please, soobie,” you lightly kneaded his ass.
soobin was not above begging. “please, please, please, use your tongue on me please put it inside me, ah, i’m so wet please please,” he rested his forehead on the counter, the cold surface somewhat grounding him. he arched his back as prettily as he could, presenting his perfect, delicious ass to you. he looked over his shoulder and you saw his eyes were rimmed red and watery. that was it. you knew he was pulling out all the stops so you relented, but mostly because you couldn’t handle teasing him too much.
you plunged back into him, and soobin took the opportunity to grind back onto your tongue, his body enveloping around you.
you flicked your tongue up, sucking on him in an attempt to clean the last bit of whipped cream, making him moan, before pulling out just for a second. “you’ve always had such a greedy little hole, soobin. i wish you could see it, you’re sucking me all in,” your tongue returned to writhing inside him, your hands kneading the flesh of his ass.
soobin’s head rolled to the side and he gave a high-pitched whine. he tried rolling his hips again and you just worked your tongue deeper, adding your fingers back in, quickly finding his prostate. his movements became twitchy and erratic and you could tell he was close.
“good boy soobin, gonna cum for me?” you whispered, leaving just your fingers to pump inside him. “you’re gonna cum completely untouched just from me playing with your little ass? hm?”
soobin falls apart, choking out a sob and whining sounding as if he was in pain as he came all over the granite countertop beneath him. your fingers worked him through his climax and when he stopped moving altogether you pulled your fingers out and rolled him onto his back. you stroked his sensitive cock just to make him whimper and then prodded at his lips for him to taste the mix of his release with the chocolate.
“well?”
soobin looked up at you with wide eyes. “i like it,” he whispered. “thank you.”
you pressed a quick peck to his nose. “let’s go get cleaned up, baby.”
soobin’s eyes are watery and spacey and he seems a million miles away, and suddenly very small. “thank you,” he mumbles softly, leaning against you as you lead him to the bath tub.
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☆ sub! soobin, dom! reader, slightly dark content !!!, dubcon technically bc baby trapping, toxic behaviors (baby trapping is not okay you guys!!), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, milking, use of the nicknames "angel" (extensive use) and "bunny", nipple play (like a lot)(both receiving), tit sucking, breeding kink
☆ soobin is worried that one day he'll have to choose between his relationship and his career. you make sure that he never has to
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you should be ashamed of what you’re about to do, for what you’ve been doing. throwing away the condoms and riling up your poor little boyfriend all day so that when you tell him not to cum, you know you’re setting him up for failure. his desperate cries of “please please please” doing nothing as you grind down on his pulsating cock.
“come on, angel. you can do better than this, can’t you?” you ask softly, raking your nails over his chest and hard nipples. he writhes underneath you at the touch, letting out weak noises as he shuts his eyes in a desperate attempt to concentrate. it prevents him from seeing your smug expression at his struggle, sighing contentedly as you grind your clit down into his pelvis.
“can’t,” he pants, bunny lips red and slick from all the foreplay and subconscious biting he does while trying to quiet himself down. “please, I really don’t think I can,” soobin whimpers, opening his glossy eyes to look up at you. you groan at the sight, the blonde so pretty and pathetic underneath you that it makes him cry out when you roughly grind your hips down again.
“you’re gonna cum already?” you ask, watching as he quickly nods, lashes fluttering when you don’t even stop your pace to talk to him. “but I’m not gonna cum yet,” you sigh, rotating your hips in a slow circle. you reach a hand down to card through soobin’s hair, pushing the sweaty bangs on his forehead out of the way. “you have to get punished if you don’t do what I tell you, you know this,” you patronize, grabbing a fistful of the strands so that you can lightly shake his head side to side.
he whines at both your words and the slightly disorienting feeling, desperate to please but so desperate for release after what you’ve already put him through. he recognizes the word punishment, and if he wasn’t crying already, he’s sure he would’ve teared up because he’s trying so hard to be good. it feels so unfair, and he doesn’t even know that it’s because you made sure it would be unfair for him.
knowing that he’s being set up for failure makes something inside you bask at the control. it’s bad that you’re lying to him; it’s even worse that you’re making such a big decision without even considering what he wants, but isn’t it for the better? he’s been growing so much as an idol, more and more of your shared time spent on rescheduled dates and rushed intimacy.
you know he’s been stressed; you can help with that. but you also know that lately he’s been growing less and less confident that he’ll be able to still be the love of your life, along with being a successful idol.
you’d never make soobin choose between you and his dream. instead, you decided to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to choose. your sweet boyfriend, sweet soobin who would probably condemn himself to the furthest circle of hell before he abandoned his girlfriend and child. sweet soobin, who wouldn’t think of leaving you or your kid because he’s just too good of a person to do it.
it just makes sense; it was the only other option besides forcing soobin to quit his true passion (which probably wouldn’t work in the first place), and you just didn’t have the heart to do it. besides, even if being pregnant would be a less than wonderful experience, you’d be able to do it if it were for soobin. you’d go through the weeks with only facetime calls and the texted ‘i love you’s for him and your future child.
imagining your baby with soobin’s bright eyes and adorable dimples makes your heart fond. knowing that he'd be forced to forever come back home to you makes you determined.
“don’t want a punishment, wanna be good,” soobin whimpers out from beneath you, causing you to sigh in mock pity. you let both your hands fall to hold his face, his cheeks wet with both dried and fresh tears. he’s always been a pretty crier.
“bad boys have to get their punishment,” you explain softly, not being able to stop the small smile on your lips when soobin only responds with a high-pitched and needy whine. “even if they’re trying to be good,” you hum, letting your hands trail down his neck as you continue the moment of your hips. “surely you’re not trying to get out of your punishment,” you suggest, adding a tiny mocking gasp to your words.
quickly, the blonde shakes his head. “n-no, would never!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as your nails rake down his shoulders and slip to his collarbones. “wanna be good, wanna be really—” the words get caught in his throat the moment your hands trail down from the dip of his collarbones to his perky nipples.
the reaction is immediate. a sob of anguish is ripped from his throat, his back unintentionally arching as his hips thrust up to meet yours. "no, no, no, please,” he tries to plead, head thrown back, and the hands that somehow found themselves on your waist leave a bruising grip. you ignore his cries, rolling his sensitive nipples under the pads of your thumbs.
“if I didn’t know any better, i’d think you were about to cum, angel,” you say casually, only receiving a choked noise from soobin as he thrashes underneath you. it’s amusing, the way you bounce on top of him as a result of his desperate attempts to escape. he's so fucked-out that he doesn’t even realize that he’s working against his own interests, slamming harder and deeper into your warm cunt every time you come back down.
“[your name], please, i can’t—i can’t!” he doesn’t even manage to finish forming his words before he’s shaking underneath you, the hands on your waist holding you down firmly as he thrusts up one last time. a chorus of moans and whimpers make their way to your ears as you watch Soobin’s face. his eyes are shut tight, a few stray tears making their way past his pretty lashes from the force.
you feel him shoot warm ropes of cum inside you. it’s messy and gross, and it’s just the way you wanted it as you stop your ministrations on his nipples. tutting and shaking your head, you bring a hand up to tap his cheek.
soobin opens his eyes at the cue, his pathetic gaze pleading and apologetic as he stares at your faux frown. your brows furrow as you look down at him, sighing dramatically as you pull back to sit down properly on his now-softening cock. “look what you did…” you scold, already feeling the way his cum is trickling out of you to form a disgusting mix of fluids at the base of where the two of you meet.
“i’m sorry,” soobin chokes out, lips trembling as you smooth your fingers over adam’s apple.
“i know,” you respond simply, placing your hands back on his tits. He shudders as you resume playing with his nipples, letting out a whimper when you start to ride him without warning. his hands fall from your waist, and soobin’s embarrassed to think about how the way you’re using him like your own personal fuck toy is making his sensitive dick harden all over again.
“tell me what you’re thinking,” you breathe, soft pants leaving your lips as you adjust your pace to finally chase after your own orgasm rather than soobin’s. a strangled noise builds up in soobin’s throat at the sight of your tits bouncing, and the hand that you end up placing on his thigh for a better angle heats up his skin.
“sensitive,” he manages to say after a few moments, struggling to process the pleasure that leaves his spine tingling. his dick is hard again, struggling to keep up with how your pussy swallows him, uncaring of what he’s feeling as you grind your clit onto him for the friction. “m’ not gonna last,” he tries to warn you, voice climbing into a higher pitch when you abandon the bouncing to roll your hips back and forth.
“that’s okay, baby,” you reassure him, grabbing his hands and moving them so that his palms are full of your breasts. “you’re not supposed to,” you simper, groaning in satisfaction when Soobin obeys your silent demands and starts to play with your nipples. he swallows thickly, dick twitching inside of you as the flesh of your breast spills out between his fingers.
“i don’t wanna get punished,” he insists, thumbing over your nipples despite his conviction. you smile at his words, cooing softly as you place your palms back on his toned stomach. your shadow looms over him, and like this you’re given a clear view as to how soobin’s gaze seems transfixed on your breasts, the pervert.
“baby, your punishment’s already begun,” you inform him, voice sweet despite your intentions of milking him dry. this information finally snaps soobin out of his daze, brown eyes catching yours with an almost comical look of shock and dismay.
“but–”
“mm-mm, no buts,” you chastise, placing a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth to halt his complaints. “you get what you deserve, you take what I give you,” you remind him coldly. you can feel the way Soobin chokes on a tiny sob underneath your palm, his saliva slicking up your hand and no doubt making a mess out of his mouth as he struggles not to buck up into the overstimulating pleasure of your warm cunt.
“that’s it,” you praise as he goes pliant and silent underneath you, minus the whines and groans that get muffled. “you’re gonna let me milk your pretty little cock, since apparently all you’re good for is cumming inside and making a mess,” you tell him, removing your hand from his mouth and wiping the mess of saliva on the bed sheets next to you.
“not all I’m good for,” he whines in protest, making you hiss in pain when he accidentally squeezes your breasts too hard.
“yeah? what else are you good for?” you ask tauntingly, raking your nails down the expanse of his stomach and enjoying the small mewl that slips past his lips at the pain. “good at looking pretty and fucked out? good at laying down and letting me have my way with you?” you list off, endeared by the small glare soobin manages to give you through his teary eyes.
“all you have to be good at right now is taking your punishment and making me feel good. is that too much to ask for?” you huff, leaning down to brush your lips against his cute ones.
“is that too much, angel?” You ask, hands reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.
“no,” he groans in response, leaning up to capture your lips with his in a way that distracts you with fondness. normally a sweet kisser, soobin is messy. his saliva wets your lips as he barely manages to keep the two of you together, some of his own drool making its way down his chin. it’s adorably pathetic, the way it takes so much effort just to kiss you while you fuck him dumb.
“i'm already close again,” he whines pitifully into your mouth.
you don’t respond, sliding one of your hands back down to meanly grab one of his nipples and twist, and it’s all it takes before soobin cums with a cry. his hands fall off your chest, one grasping desperately at the pillow under his head while the other twists in your sheets. he’s hiccuping through each breath, and all you can think about is how you’d do anything to keep him all to yourself forever.
you hum in appreciation as you watch him—the way his eyes screw close and his nose scrunches as his back arches off the bed. his cum is still warm inside of you, and you wait for his body to stop shuddering and drop back down before you grip his shoulders and start to chase your own release.
soobin gasps in sensitivity at the movement, warm hands flying up to grab at your waist in a futile attempt to slow you down.
“wait, ’m sensitive, [your name] please, it hurts,” he cries, and it's all in vain as you do your best to milk him for a third.
you ride him with just a bit more desperation than usual. it’s already been too many weeks since you’ve been off birth control. you don’t even realize how hard you’re staring at soobin, as if you’re trying to memorize every detail of his face in the case that all your efforts go out the window and this is the last time you see him. that’s until another tear slips out of soobin’s eye, and you know that you’d never let that happen, idol career be damned.
cooing, you lean down and lick the tear off his cheek, your pretty little boyfriend whining at the wet sensation. “i thought i put your hands somewhere,” you comment offhandedly, watching soobin’s eyes flutter in confusion before his brain catches up to your intentions. with a small groan, soobin’s hands are back on your tits, and you laugh at the way his cock twitches in your cunt.
“think you can you give me one more?” you ask sweetly condescendingly, placing a wet kiss on the same cheek you’ve already defiled. soobin can only pout, giving you a quivering nod as his thumb covers your nipple, eyes fixated on it.
determinedly, you pick up your pace on soobin’s cock. he’s semi-hard, but he’s whimpering and whining and he’s twitching from overstimulation, despite the fact that he still makes a valiant effort to get hard again. his stamina was pretty decent, but you’re set on milking a third out of him.
“just—just go a little slower, please,” he begs, limbs growing heavy and he’s struggling to keep a solid grip on your tit as you bounce.
“if you have the mouth to complain, you might as well suck on them,” you scowl, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair just to hear soobin’s gasp when you yank his head up.
“can’t be a good little breeding bitch when all you do is complain instead of cum,” you add on, soobin whimpering at the harsh words. his lips are in a wobbly frown, and with much effort he lifts himself high enough to sloppily take your nipple into his mouth. he desperately kneads the other with his hand, and you let yourself moan at the disgusting visual of soobin’s drool running down his chin and onto your chest.
“so messy,” you comment, using both of your hands to keep soobin’s head up to your chest as you ride him. sometimes you pull the strands of his hair to see him jerk, guiding him to your other nipple as your thighs burn and your speed begins to slow.
he’s hard inside of you, and there’s an embarrassing amount of cum frothing at the entrance of your cunt. there’s fluids all over soobin’s cock and pelvis, and you can’t help the way you drag your clit through the wet filth as you slow your hips into a grind.
“angel,” you gasp, pulling Soobin off your nipple with a loud ‘pop’ so that he can look at you with his fucked-out gaze. he hums in acknowledgement, going pliant in your hold once your hands slide down to cup his face in both palms.
"help me cum,” you demand, and soobin only needs a few seconds before he’s wordlessly dragging a thumb over your clit as you pick up your pace. you lean down to kiss him, taking a lip between your teeth and tugging as his eyes threaten to flutter shut once more.
and it only takes a few more moments with the dizzying drag of soobin’s thumb over your puffy clit before you’re moaning into his mouth and riding through your orgasm. soobin answers you with his own soft moan, the noise breaking into a weak sob as your pussy clenches down on him. he cums inside of you for the third time with a weak pulse of his cock, giving you one more peck on the lips before he falls back onto the sheets tiredly.
you huff in amusement as you straddle him, catching your breath before you roll over to drop down next to him and let him slip out of you. there’s a wet squelch that follows, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath before a cuddly soobin quickly begins to latch onto your side. your heart aches at the affection, and you turn to face him so that he can bury his face under your chin. his hair tickles your nose.
“good job, baby. took your punishment so well,” you praise softly, running your fingers through his hair to try and soothe the way you kept tugging on it earlier. soobin hums in contentment, an arm wrapping over your waist to tug you closer.
“you called me your breeding bitch,” he pouts into your shoulder, making you chuckle.
“you like it. maybe you’ll even get me pregnant,” you joke, dead serious. soobin snorts at the implication, still unaware of the fact that you two are actually trying with every time you fuck him into the mattress.
“maybe. we’d have cute kids,” he shrugs, and you hold onto him just a bit tighter.
“you think so?”
“'course,” Soobin yawns. “can’t go wrong with my genes,” he brags cheekily, and you give him a light smack on the shoulder that he whines about.
when you actually tell him around 4 weeks later that you’re pregnant, soobin swears that the world around him goes completely quiet. then he’s a stuttering, disbelieved, and stressed-out mess over the phone.
“what do you mean you're pregnant? i thought you were on birth control?” and you lie easily, telling him that this must’ve been one of those rare cases where the medication didn't work.
then there’s a long pause, and you’re worried that soobin might actually make you march up to a clinic and correct this mess of a situation before you’re met with the telltale hiccup of soobin’s ugly cry. you immediately hush him and reassure him that it’s alright, that everything will be fine.
soobin feels terrible; he feels so guilty that he hadn’t been mindful enough about cleaning up and showering after sex. he feels like he’s ruined your youth and that he’s burdened you with a child, even though the two of you aren’t even married yet. you tell him it’s ok, that you don’t blame him and that you’re willing to make this work. soobin promises to come see you as soon as he can and promises to faceTtme the moment he gets off work to properly talk about all that’s going to happen. he’s calmed down with your words and reassurance, but you can tell he’s still frazzled.
the last thing you say to him is “i love you," but before that, you can’t help but joke that, hey, at least our baby’s guaranteed to be cute with your genes.
