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fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.

fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”

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i'm trying to post a fic once a month :D next year i'll be in final year of law school so there's that. let's try to keep the momentummm (and have 8725892 drafts in my google docs)

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𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 - soobin, taehyun

ꕥ summary: When Y/N playfully suggests that Taehyun might have the better body—after a livestream that stirs up the fandom—Soobin’s pride flares in all the right ways. Determined to prove himself, he invites Taehyun over that same night, turning a harmless tease into a slow-burning standoff of tension, charm, and barely restrained desire. As the lines between competition and temptation blur, Y/N finds herself caught in a game between two irresistible men, each wanting to outdo the other—not with words, but with touch?

ꕥ pairing: boyfriend!soobin x afab!reader x taehyun

ꕥ genres: smut

ꕥ rating: 18+ mdni

ꕥ wc: 7.5k

ꕥ warning: smut! dom!soobin and dom!taehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, pet names, threesome, MMF, abs (lol that deserves its own warning), possessiveness, jealousy, degradation, overstimulation, light slut shaming, fingering, handjob, blowjob, oral (both m and f rec), squirting, double penetration, they’re competitive as fuck, reader cries, mention of safe word and traffic light system as safety, cum play and creampies lol, just raw, filthy smut. not really proofread

ꕥ taglist: @starrias @taehyunsloves @marvelwars068 @binzdoll @feet4liferss

Going through X and Tiktok is wild. The response, assumptions, everything. You gasp upon stumbling upon the context, watching the uncut one minute bits from the livestream, where they made public of the state of your boyfriend’s and his friend’s… naked bodies.

“Hey…” you begin slowly, swirling the remnants of your drink in the glass between your fingers, the ice tapping lightly against the sides. Lightly dropping your phone on the coffee table, you turn to face your boyfriend, who’s unaware of your stare, his phone in hand in landscape, probably watching something of his interest. The faint buzz of the conversation from the live still echoes in your mind, along with the chaos in the fandom that had exploded just hours ago. “They really think you and Taehyun have the best bodies?”

Soobin pauses his screen, brows raising at your sudden question. He’s on the couch, his oversized hoodie rising just enough to expose a sliver of his toned stomach he worked so hard on recently. The casual, boyish sprawl he’d sunk into on the couch suddenly seems more self-conscious. He gives you a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he isn’t sure if he is being complimented or roasted. “We were just messing around,” he mutters. “You know how they are. Where did you see that?”

“Mmm, kind of hard to miss. Everyone in X and Tiktok was going wild.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, a familiar nervous habit. “Well, we work out a lot… it’s not like we compare or anything.”

You blink in concentration, curious. “But you have seen each other?”

“Of course. We’re close, you know? It’s nothing weird.” Soobin leans in and nudges your nose lightly. “Why? Jealous?”

You grin. “Not jealous. Just curious.”

There is a beat of silence after that. His eyes search for yours, playful but thoughtful. Then, as if thinking out loud, he mumbles, “Taehyun is kind of proud of how he looks.”

You study his features slowly, resting your elbow on the back of your hand on the table. “Really,” you hum noncommittally, tapping your chin with one finger. “Where would you rank yourself?”

“Huh, first?” he only answers half a second late, making you gasp and laugh at the confidence. He looks at you confused, lost at the reaction. “Aren’t I?”

“Funny, because Yeonjun didn’t agree. Actually, he said he agrees with Taehyun’s having the best, probably number one. You… he didn’t particularly acknowledge that.”

That makes Soobin go still. It is subtle, just a twitch in his jaw, a flicker in his eyes—but you noticed. He tries to mask it with a shrug, playing cool, but you know him too well. You see how your comment affects him. You see the competitive spark it lit.

You lean in just a little closer, letting your voice drop into a teasing lilt. “I mean, Taehyun’s built, and he knows it. He doesn’t even try to hide it when he takes off his shirt. You, though…” You let your gaze drift down his body deliberately, then back up. “You’re more modest. Almost shy.”

“I’m not shy,” he says, again, too quickly.

You huff. “Debatable.”

“You want proof?” he asks quietly, voice velvet-smooth. His deep almond eyes narrow at you, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The flicker in his gaze has changed, no longer wounded and uncertain, but sharp. Focused. A little dangerous.

You tilt your head, not answering right away. There is this heat building in the air now — something that feels slow and electric, like the hush before a thunderstorm. “What do you mean?”

“I could call Taehyun right now,” Soobin declares, reaching for his phone, the words slipping out so casually it makes your heart skip. “Have him come over. Let you see for yourself.”

You blink. You’d only mean to push his buttons, just a little. You did not expect to flip a switch. “Wait—you’re serious?”

He doesn’t even look at you as he pulls up his messages, thumb scrolling smoothly through his contacts. “You said he’s better,” Soobin states, tone cool, passive aggressive. “Let’s see it.”

Your pulse kicks up, equal parts of excitement and nerves. This isn’t the playful banter you’d started with. Something is shifting. The air has thickened around you, humming with anticipation, with challenge. A dangerous one at that.

"Soobin—" you start whining, hesitant to apologise but he cuts you off with a glance. Not angry. Not upset. Just... determined.

“He probably won’t say no,” he adds, as if reading your hesitation. “And you? You brought this on yourself. Wanna see,” he implies, voice low and slow, “...which one of us will drive you more crazy?”

Your breath hitch. Not because you were surprised—but because, suddenly, you aren’t sure if you don’t want to find out.

And just like that, the text is sent. Read. Some seconds later, the notification chimes. Replied. You see Soobin replying something too, but did not have the guts to ask what.

The chill room suddenly feels smaller, warmer, like the walls themselves were leaning in to listen. You feel more suffocated as minutes pass by. Soobin sits back on the couch, unaffected as he continues watching his phone while you panic inside. His arms are stretched behind his head, casual, an act that is innocent and familiar—but you couldn’t help but have an intense stare at the muscles that pop up a little. You try to read his facial expression, you see his relaxed state, but there’s a bit of tension running through his jaw. Through the way he waits.

You couldn’t stop replaying what you have just done—what you have started. A little teasing that actually, you don’t know, turns into this. And now, there’s no taking it back.

Taehyun arrives sometime later. Three sharp knocks sound at the door, each one striking like punctuation on something you hadn’t meant to write. The air goes still. Heavy. Soobin says something like "he's here," as you panic inside.

Wanna see which one of us will drive you more crazy?

The words echo in your head like a dare you’re already halfway to accepting.

You swallow and eyes Soobin as he makes his way to the door, his steps slow, measured, betraying the pulse racing beneath your skin. When he opens it, Taehyun stands on the threshold, relaxed, eyes sparkling with something close to mischief.

“Evening,” he says, voice smooth, familiar. He’s dressed in black top to bottom—always sleek, always understated. There’s a chain around his neck, a glint of metal at his throat, and his hair is styled just enough for you to be staring.

He glances past you, walking straight into the living room. “Didn’t think I’d be getting called in as backup tonight.”

“So…” he says, eyes flicking to yours, “this about me being hotter?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out fast enough. “That’s not exactly what I—”

“Yeonjun said it,” Soobin interrupts. He’s standing straight now, gaze steady. “Y/N just agreed.”

You shoot him a look, but he doesn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk deepens. Taehyun laughs, amused, stretching one arm lazily behind his neck. “Didn’t realize we were holding auditions.”

“Thought we’d let her decide in person,” Soobin suggests, sirens blaring inside your head as you feel so small between them, ashamed a bit.

Taehyun raises a brow. “What, like a live ranking?”

Soobin shrugs, slow and deliberate. “Not ranking. A challenge.”

There’s a beat of silence. The kind that thickens between three people who all know exactly what’s being left unsaid.

Taehyun’s grin fades just slightly—his posture relaxes, but his gaze sharpens. He steps closer, like he’s testing the edge of something invisible, watching for your reaction.

“And how exactly are we supposed to settle that?” he asks, voice lower now, more focused.

You don’t breathe. Because you feel it—this subtle shift in energy. The way your body lights up under both of their eyes. The way your thoughts begin to spiral, messy and unfiltered.

Soobin answers without hesitation. “Easy. We see who drives her crazier.”

Taehyun turns to you now, slowly, like he’s decided to take this seriously. His voice softens into something deliberate, intimate.

“What about you?” he asks. “You good at handling attention from two guys at once?”

The question lands with a quiet, wicked weight. Not accusatory. Just curious. Dangerous. And you are sure now it’s not innocent anymore. Not just you comparing their toned abs, everything. It’s even more specific, detailed and explicit.

You should laugh. Shrug it off. Pretend it’s just a joke. But you don’t. Because the truth is, your mouth is dry, your skin is warm, and every part of you is suddenly aware of where this is going.

And the worse part? You don’t think you don’t wanna do it anyway.

You sit on the bed in the room Soobin sends you off to. You don’t remember much, Soobin doing most of the talking for you as he commands you to wait there for a bit. You oblige without asking much, leaving the two in the living room as you shut the door, waiting patiently for things to unfold.

You imagine them in the living room, still standing a few feet apart. Maybe Taehyun is asking questions. Maybe Soobin is explaining boundaries. Or maybe they’re just… quiet. Measuring each other. Waiting, too.

Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time isn’t working the way it usually does. Then you hear the door open, and footsteps. Soobin steps inside, alone.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it for a moment, watching you. His expression is unreadable at first—serious, searching, but his shoulders relax slightly when he sees the way you're looking at him. You don’t speak, just hold his gaze. You want him to make the first move. He always knows where to start.

“Hey,” he says, coming to stand in front of you. He’s close, but not crowding. His eyes meet yours fully, stripping away all the teasing from earlier. “Before anything happens… talk to me.”

The shift in his tone anchors you. His hand brushes your arm, gentle, grounding.

“We don’t go further unless you want to,” he says. “Fully. Not just because it’s hot or because you teased me into this. I need to know if this is something you want.”

Your heart thuds. Not because you’re unsure. But because he’s doing this—right. Carefully. With that soft steadiness that always reminded you why you trusted him with your whole heart.

“I want to,” you say softly. “But I don’t know what to do.”

Soobin’s lips twitch into a small smile, warm, not smug. “That’s okay. I can lead, even we, if you want.”

“I’d like that,” you pause, Soobin grabbing your hand and squeezing it softly. “Do we stop if things get… uncomfortable?”

“Absolutely,” Soobin says without missing a beat. “You say the word and we stop. No questions, no hesitation.”

You nod slowly, digesting the situation. “And you’re okay with this? With… sharing?”

He stays silent, just for a second. Then he gives you a look that’s equal parts fond and intense. “I’m okay with you being curious. I want you to feel safe, not torn. This isn’t a game to mess with you. If we’re doing this, it’s together.”

“Oh, he knows the boundaries,” Soobin clarifies, addressing the nerve and tension you are feeling. “And I reminded him again. Nothing happens without you saying yes. Every step of the way.”

You nod slowly. “And you?”

He lifts your chin gently between two fingers. His eyes flick down to your lips, giving a quick peck there before his eyes go back up on yours again. “I’m not doing this to test you. Or prove something. I want you to feel…” He pauses. “Worshipped. But safe. Do you trust me?”

You nod again, firmer this time. “Yes.”

His smile is soft, almost reverent, muttering a praise of, “Good girl.” That did something to your stomach.

He steps back, just far enough to move toward the door again. Before he opens it, he looks over his shoulder, catching you smiling, cheeks a bit flushed and nodding.

And this time, when Taehyun walks in, it’s different. Slower. Intentional. His eyes flick to you instantly, taking in your posture, your expression, the way you're sitting now on the edge of the bed, half-steady, half-burning.

He says nothing yet. Just closes the door behind him.

Soobin takes his place beside you, his hand brushing briefly against your shoulder as if to say I’m here. Taehyun’s gaze moves to him, then back to you. There’s no awkwardness, no smirk, no cocky line ready to go. Just quiet understanding, and an overwhelming confidence aura that he seems to always have it within. And the unspeakable heat, ready to untangle between the three of you.

“One rule,” Soobin says, his hand settling lightly against your back. “She’s the center of this. Not me. Not you.”

Taehyun nods once. “Understood.”

Soobin takes the cue to sit down on the bed, pulling you to sit on his lap, facing the standing Taehyun. He turns your face towards him, holding your jaw as you get the first kiss of tonight. Soobin chuckles, pulling away from the kiss as he senses your cheeks getting more red as you make eye contact with Taehyun.

“Don’t be shy. How are you gonna survive me, and him both?” The tease is subtle, you gasping as Taehyun stretches out his hand, touching your clothed self. The touch foreign to you, but you are not backing away, softly whining as he slightly runs his hand around your chest. Your boyfriend’s hand is now travelling south, playing with the hem of your shorts.

Taehyun closes the gap between both of you, tugging your top, “Can I?” he asks, you hesitantly nod, raising your arms a bit as you let the shirt fall down on the floor. You hear both of the guys cursing softly as their eyes are blessed with the view. You had no idea choosing a simple lace baby pink bra would rile them up like this, Soobin cups your breasts through it, kissing your neck, leaving a few bruises there just as you like it.

“Feels good, princess?” Soobin questions, unclasping the strap and letting it get loose, earning a satisfied hum from Taehyun as he watches.

“Yes,” you reply, voice hoarse out of nowhere. Soobin chuckles, pulling the bra off you and catching both your wrists before you could cover them.

“How is she? My girl’s pretty, isn't she?”

The question is for Taehyun. You feel your heart racing at the possessiveness of his tone, the grip on your waist but here you are, all displayed for his friend to see.

“Very,” Taehyun’s voice is calm, collected as he takes time to stare. His eyes follow the movement of the leader’s hand, sneaking a glance to your face from time to time. You got too caught up in the moment, realising that your shorts are off you now. You feel the fingers of Soobin on your clothed pussy, hearing his laugh at the way your core is dripping and sticking to the panty.

“You’re very excited for this considering that shy attitude earlier,” Taehyun comments, grabbing your thighs, helping them to spread wider. Soobin grins at that, “She’s much more wild than she seems.”

You feel Soobin growing hard under you, poking your ass so you try to get your hands on his bulge, but Soobin is quick to stop you. “No touching yet,” his command is soft, but stern. You freeze at that, letting your palm rest on your own thighs instead, before Taehyun intertwines it with his.

Soobin is going much slower tonight, he keeps fidgeting with the only fabric left on you, directly touching your core before pulling it away and teasing, growing you frustrated by the second. “Soobin,” you try to scold him.

“What, baby?”

“Need more,” you protest.

“Tell Taehyun what you want,” he directs, your gaze falling on the said man, his neck tensed as you grab him closer by tugging his shirt.

“Taehyun?”

“I’m here, doll,” his voice deep as he slowly breathes out.

“Want your fingers on me, please,” your voice sounds as pleading as possible, escaping a scoff from Soobin.

“Already begging for him? I was the one who touched you earlier,” the tone filled with jealousy, making Taehyun smirks. “Not my fault she finds me hotter.”

“That’s not true,” Soobin swiftly disagrees, though he doesn’t complain when Taehyun’s finger brushes against your clit, pressing his index finger there and circling it. You moan softly, enjoying the touch.

“This what you want, doll?” he asks, playing with your pussy lips next, a grunt leaves your mouth at that. You give him an eager nod of your head, and Soobin brings his hand up to tilt your head, his mouth now hot on your throat. The throbbing between your thighs grows painful, and you squirm against Taehyun’s roaming hands, while your boyfriend’s hand makes its way to play with your breast, Taehyun’s veiny hand teases your aching clit. “More, please.”

“More? Be specific.” he lands a slap on it, your mouth hangs open at the unexpected pain.

“Fuck! Inside, inside. Your fingers. Need them inside,” you immediately say, words mumbled together but still understandable. Taehyun’s middle finger slides along your hole, your breath hitches as you try to stay still, head landing on Soobin’s shoulder as he uses one of his hands to grab your inner thigh, spreading your hole for his friend.

“What a pretty little play thing,” Taehyun lets out his praise for you as he slides the finger in, feeling your walls making way for the foreign thing to go inside. You bite your lip, his fingers are definitely not as long as Soobin’s, but their girth is something. He adds a second finger, then third. “Fuck, you’re doing so well, hmm?”

“Make her cum on your fingers,” Soobin states, Taehyun instantly nodding, “Of course. This hole is gripping me like they don’t want me out.”

The stretch is slowly burning, and you are so wet it makes a squelching sound as his fingers go in and out of you. Closing your eyes, you plead Taehyun to go faster, and direct him to your spot as you can feel yourself closer. Soobin groans as you finally reach the first orgasm of the night, on his friend’s fingers, that Taehyun licks your arousal around his fingers as he takes his fingers out from you.

They let you catch your breath for a while, Soobin’s hand never stops caressing your thighs, calming you. Your sight falls on both of them, still fully clothed and that makes you feel a bit irritated. “Clothes off, both of you.”

“Why don’t you help us with that? See which one you’d like better.” You could hear the hint of tease and suggestiveness in Taehyun’s tone, referring exactly to what leads to this. You turn your head to Soobin, he’s not saying anything but his gaze is darkened now, catching you on guard.

“Can I touch you?” you don’t forget to ask for his permission, remembering how he told you no touching minutes ago. Soobin whispers a silenced approval, so you leave his lap, knees shaking a bit from earlier and you move your hand to his shoulder, tugging at his hoodie string a bit before moving your hands down, both hands clutching the fabric of his hoodie. The atmosphere becomes hotter after that, you absentmindedly tracing the outline of his abs that catches your attention. What you didn’t notice is the smirk sent by Soobin to Taehyun’s way, the latter scoffing at the pettiness.

“I’m taking this off too, ‘kay?” you enunciate with confidence, bending down as soon as Soobin nods. Then all that covers him is off from him within an instant, your eyes are met with his bulge, leaving you gasping at the sight. The seconds feel too long for the slightly upset Taehyun.

“I’m feeling left out here, y/n.”

You are taken aback, hands come to a stop hearing the bitter voice coming from Taehyun. His hands find your wrist, pulling you a bit as he motions you to undress him. You hesitantly put your hand on his stomach, the thin shirt barely doing anything to cover his row of lean muscle there. His shirt clings to his abs, outlining every ridge and groove like sculpture.

“Better than him, right?” is the first sentence that left Taehyun’s lips. You stay silent, peeking to Soobin as you notice him rolling his eyes at the younger’s exclamation. “I would not say yes if I was you, y/n.”

“Come and see for yourself, then,” Taehyun mumbles under his breath, encouraging you to unravel his button down shirt. You swiftly, yet still carefully do so, Taehyun tensing up, feeling the intense heat from your touch on his skin. Once you are done with six of them, Taehyun untangle the sleeve from his arms, the shirt carelessly being tossed by him to the nearest cabinet, that being your dressing table.

You could not help the squeak you let out at Taehyun’s sudden bringing of your palm to his traced abs, “You can survive a touch, I won’t bite. Unless you want.”

Soobin shoots him a sharp look, barely holding back a sarcastic remark. He does not interrupt somehow, choosing to enjoy the show as he sits at the corner of the bed quietly.

“I will let you handle the rest,” Taehyun insists, letting your hand go as he directs them to his pants. You kneel, staring up to him with doe eyes, undoing his bottoms with ease. He hums satisfied at your experience, his cock appearing hard. He is slightly girthier than Soobin’s, his tip ready with pre cum as you slightly tease him by kissing it. He growls, grabbing your head and warns “You don’t get to tease us today.”

You comply, earning an urge from him to suck him, his hands are grabbing onto your hair as you slowly sink him into your warm mouth, slurping and swallowing sounds around his cock. Taehyun settles your hair into a makeshift ponytail, to keep it out of your way, and some of his moans cloud into the air as his hips jolt forward to chase his high.

“Doing so well, doll,” he utters a praise, feeling proud like he’s just won the petty competition by the way you’re bobbing your head and humming around his inches. His eyes fall into the space Soobin is in, sending a mere smirk his way as he senses the tense, jealousy and possessiveness lying undertone of the calming state that Soobin carries. The sound of your whimper snapping his attention from Soobin, as he feels the orgasm building up quickly, your eyes have been watery now at the intensity.

“Wrap your hands around what your mouth can’t fit,” he directs softly, waiting for you to do so. You oblige in seconds, a tear slips down your cheek as he hits the back of your throat. The sight makes Taehyun moan, mumbling how pretty you look at his mercy. He has to tighten his hold on your hair to stop himself from letting out a louder moan. The slight pain unintentionally has you whining around his length, and then he’s letting out the loudest whine of your name as you feel his cum spurting inside. You take everything he gives you, your drool and the remainder of his cum connects between you when you pull him off.

You stay on the floor for a while, catching your breathing properly. Moments later you are pulled by Soobin, his kiss pressing to your lips instantly. You have your hand around his neck, deepening the kiss before he’s leading you on the bed. The soft mattress hits your back after that, and instinctively, your hands are on his back, trying to make an effort to get your boyfriend on top of you but he has another plan.

“Patience, darling,” he coaxes, basking in your half open lid. Your core is aching to be filled, with anything, feeling awfully empty after all the foreplay. You gawk on him, confused as he gently removes the hair from your damp sweaty face, taking a seat just next to your head.

Your begging does not go unnoticed though, as you are manhandled by Taehyun, him spreading your legs, ordering you to spread it wider as he positions himself at your entrance. Your breath hitches as he sinks into you for the first time, your walls enveloping him warmly that has his mouth grunting your name.

“Shit—you feel so fucking good.” Taehyun grips on your waist, his thrust speeding when you’re fully adjusted around him. Your eyes are rolled as the pace shifts, grabbing on his shoulders for support. It feels like he’s punching the air out from your lungs, your moans filling the room. You stutter a broken cry when Soobin’s hand finds itself on your breasts, fondling them just the way you like it. He moves closer to them before sucking on your right one, his other hand giving attention to the other. Before you know it, your hand leaves Taehyun’s shoulder, instead holding onto Soobin’s natural hair on your chest.

Disliking the way you are distracted by Soobin, Taehyun takes a hold of your left leg, bending them close to your chest as you voice out “Aa—ah,” at the sudden angle change. “You just got tighter, babe, you like being used at our mercy?” he asks, his sinister smile breaks out as you could only respond with whines, unable to construct a proper word. The pleasure goes on for a while, you are nothing but a moaning mess as both of them wreck you closer to your limits. You cream around Taehyun’s cock with a loud whimper of his name, back arching off the bed. His thrust stops for a bit, before he is pulling out of you, making you sigh at the loss.

“Turn around,” Taehyun commands, tapping your waist twice as he waits for you to get into position.

“What?” you question, your focus losing as your eyes tremble with tears. You are replied with a smack on your hips, wincing at the pain. “I said fucking turn around.”

Your legs shake as you try your best to do as he told you, too slow that ignites the breaking of patience of Taehyun. “Fine, gotta do everything myself. Your fucking boyfriend treats you like a pillow princess I guess.” He manhandles you onto all fours, pressing on your back waist to get you into that beautiful arch.

You are now facing Soobin with the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Your half open eyes, the stream of tears drying on your cheeks, your lips pouting, and the cherry on top being your drool that has become a mess on your chin. He tugs on your neck slightly, choking you as you roll your eyes when Taehyun is inside you again.

“Let me fuck you right, hmm, doll? Show your lovely boyfriend that you can handle being treated like a slut,” he’s mumbling bitter praises, yet you are so turned on that you grow wetter on his cock. “Fuck, she’s fucking dripping on me, Soobin. Too dumb to follow simple instructions, but she’s enjoying this too much.”

Soobin has been examining your whole body language as you are on your hands and knees, be it your opened mouth, your strained whimpers, your heaving chest, your jelly legs that has now been supported by Taehyun himself. You look so perfectly wrecked, that he can’t bring himself to stop Taehyun from degrading you, when usually he himself rarely does to you, but your tears are rolling non stop hence he inquires, “Your colour, princess?”

“Huh, umph, green, oh my God—” you stumble face first on the sheets, the familiar peak creeping inside your stomach as Taehyun laughs madly at your answer, his dominant left hand landing a few smack on your ass. “Told you she can take it.”

Taehyun wastes no time as he feels his own high approaching, one hand grabbing on your hair and his other hand roughly fondling your ass, nails digging fresh marks into the flesh. You pant pathetically, short, repetitive moans accompanying each of his thrust into you.

Soobin’s gentle consideration for you is thrown out of the window now as he kneels, his tip touching your face. You let your lips part for him, his length being invited into your warm mouth. Soobin hisses and thrusts wildly, your mouth that envelopes him vibrating each time you moan has him twitching.

The sound of Taehyun and your skin slapping against each other in a pace that is quicker than anything your thighs could keep up with has Taehyun in bliss. He rubs the skin of your bottom that is reddening by time, sending him over the edge as you feel the first load of the night inside. "Yes. Fuck—yes. Good fucking doll..." he moans out. He’s pulling out even before he’s finished cumming, his cream spreading all over your pussy lips. He licks his lips at the sight, fingers uncontrollably making a mess on your pussy with them. Your soft whine breaks out around Soobin’s dick as Taehyun’s fingers are teasing your clit.

“Shit—baby, need you,” you are interrupted by Soobin’s desperate voice, he’s pushing your head away before his cock leaves your mouth. Soobin is all over you before you can even process it, his big hands position you on top of him, his cock already nudging at your wet entrance. He doesn’t care that it has his friend’s cum all over, you place your hands on his chest, steadying yourself as your whole body burns hot as he presses you down into him.

You would generally have to take your time with your boyfriend’s dick, but not tonight. His whole length is inside you within seconds, thanks to all the natural lube from your previous orgasms and Taehyun's nut. He is already fucking into you with deep, desperate thrusts, his bulge evident on your lower stomach as he forces you to take all of him like this. He is fucking you so good, like he couldn’t wait for even a minute anymore, like he needed you the second he got his hands on you. He’s panting against your neck, whining as he sinks his teeth into your skin, sucking marks that he would adore later.

“Baby,” he groans, his deep voice shifts to a needy whimper. “You feel so good—baby, you’re so—tight—fuck, all that and still clenches on me like that.” You could do nothing but moan out his name, brain too fogged up with the intensity of his thrust, you could not remember when was the last time he was this harsh on you.

“This pussy misses me, hmm? Taehyun’s not enough to satisfy her?” he teases, grunts at how tight and warm you feel wrapped around him, tone filled with competitiveness, trying to show his friend who you really belong to. Taehyun says nothing, jaw clenching as he shifts closer to you, your soft hands are on his dick, pumping him as you are being treated like a mere fuckdoll to them.

Soobin’s heaving on your neck, nudging his nose against your jaw—humming at all marks that are starting to show, an evidence that you are his. His hands skilfully plays around your clit, “Oh—! Shit!” you curse as your eyes are rolled back, squirming on Soobin’s lap. His other hand catches your waist, keeping you in place as your tears start to come back as he’s making you take all his deep thrust, particularly angling to the spot that he has knowledge you are most sensitive to. Your entire mind crumbles, feeling that your high will unravel anytime with how experienced he is with you. “Please—please, Soobinie! Arghh!”

It is not a surprise that you squirt all over him after, sobbing as his cock being forcefully pushed out, he has you blacked out for a moment, head falling on his chest as he lets you calm down, rubbing your back lovingly. He smirks confidently to Taehyun, the snide remark follows after, “Think you can outdo the doer?”

“Anyone could do that, I was just more cautious as I don’t know her limits well,” Taehyun snaps back, refusing to back up from the fight. They simply wait for almost a minute, waiting for you to open your eyes or say anything. Soobin patiently caresses your waist, asking if you’re okay to continue. You nod your head not even five seconds later. “Sure, you haven’t come yet.”

“Hear that? She wants my load,” Soobin brags, his cock makes its way inside again, you whimper at the intrusion, your legs shaky as you attempt to ride him. Soobin lays his back on the bed, letting you take control this time. Your bouncing tits being groped by him, your soft moans curl around the room like heaven.

Taehyun takes the chance to creep behind your back, his cock head prodding against the same hole Soobin is in. You freeze, trying to comprehend the situation you’ve never been into. Soobin, acknowledging your hesitation, grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “Can you, princess? We’d be gentle, at first.”

“Uhh, never done that before, we–we could try, I guess,” you mumble your answer reluctantly, voice so slow they’d not hear it if the room isn’t silent.

“We’d stop anytime if you don’t feel like it, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me your colours,” Soobin reminds you of your set up safe words, his tone so caring, the touch on your waist secure, and your hand in his perfectly reminds you that you are well taken care of. You nod, confirming that you affirmatively want this. “Good girl.”

As quick as Soobin’s words left his mouth though, the tip of Taehyun’s cock is being pressed against you. Wasting no time, he slid in quite easily, you choke a moan as your walls struggle to fit them both in. He's going slow at first, Soobin’s growls here and there as he’s also sensitive, having another cock right beside him. “It—it feels weird, can I have a moment?” you voice out, a single tear escaping at the first time feeling.

“Of course, doll,” Taehyun pauses all his movements, he’s giving your back kisses as you relax. A minute passes, then two, as you feel yourself adjusting to their sizes. “Okay, please—please continue.”

“I promise it’ll feel good later,” Soobin promises, giving your lips a peck as Taehyun starts to move slightly, pulling out before pushing in again. “Don’t hurt her,” he does not forget to alert Taehyun, you could not see your behind but the younger guy’s nodding at Soobin. His thrusts start slow, incoherent whines from three of you filling the room. You gasp at how full you feel, whereas both of them grunts when Taehyun’s whole length is fitted inside you.

Taehyun leans forward, pressing all his weight into you. You are indeed, a pillow princess, as Taehyun does all the work, his pumping helps you in riding your boyfriend’s dick as well. Soobin touches your lower belly, feeling both of their cocks there as you let out the whiniest moan at the sight. Soobin chuckles for a second before moaning, “You like that, don’t you?”

You’re already too fucked out to reply back, barely able to think at the way they are re-arranging your guts. Every thrust pushes all the air out of your lungs, your head full of nothing but the feeling of them—Taehyun’s weight on your back, Soobin’s heat on your front, their cock twitching inside you as they keep rutting against each other inside you.

“Soobin—need, need your cum. You and Taehyun’s, please. Inside! Wanna be full of your cum!”

The statements are enough for these men to go crazy on you. “Fuck, you don’t just say that and expect us to not lose control,” Taehyun frantically snaps, furious at your words as his thrusts suddenly hardens. Soobin does not hold back this time, amused at your new limits that he thankfully discovers today. His arms wrap around you instantly as he moves his hips upward to also pump into you. You let yourself left at their mercy, your right hand on Soobin’s chest and left hand gripping onto Taehyun’s biceps on your side.

“Ngh—fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” Soobin whines, he’s fully seated now, delivering his thrusts into you the same pace as Taehyun. He has his forehead pressing against yours. “Gonna—fuck! Gonna stuff you full, baby, nggh—” And he does. He buries himself to the hilt, his body trembling as he cums, filling you up so much, so deep—still pressing hot kisses against your lips.

The spurt of Soobin’s cum sends Taehyun and you over the edge, his biggest whimper of your name heard as he also explodes inside. The two men grunts at the feeling, you have never felt stickier your whole life. You three take time to relax, Taehyun's being the first to move as he pulls out of you, cock softening as he presses deep, gentle kisses on your shoulder. “Took it like a champ.”

Your body shakes as suddenly you are thrown onto your back, Soobin getting on top of you as he starts moving again, as if he can’t stop. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders, him manhandling you into the mating press position. Taehyun shudders at the sight, choosing to sit front row on the couch over the window of your room.

“Just one more, pretty,” he whimpers, rolling his hips against yours, cock still twitching inside you. His voice is all shaky and breathless as he calls you by name, nicknames, all sorts of things he can think of, as he pins you down again. “Just—fuck—just one more, baby, I promise—”

“Oh! Soobin! Fuck, hnghh, please,” you moan out loudly, uncaring at how you could probably wakes the neighbours up. He has both your hands pinned down on your head, your pussy welcoming him every time, and it feels painfully good that you could not bring yourself to even say yellow to beg him to slow down.

“Shit—shit, I can’t—” He cuts himself off with a choked little gasp, watching how their cum is being pushed out from you at his thrusts, his big hands gripping your hips like he’s scared you’ll slip away if he lets go for even a second. “So fucking tight—squeezin’ me so good—mmf—please, baby, princess, I need it—need to show him how it’s done!”

It’s not like you could stop him. As if you’re anything but a dumb little mess under him, movements restricted fully, brain completely shut, mouth hanging open in wordless little gasps. You can’t even think of Taehyun at the way he’s pounding into you now, desperate and wild, messy kisses all over your face, your lips, anywhere his heart shaped lips can reach. “Pussy spent but still taking me so well, y’want me to breed you stupid, huh? Want me t’fill you up again? Show Taehyun how it’s done? Want me to stuff you full and messy?”

He’s buried deep inside you, moving with such perfect, needy rhythm that you can’t even respond—completely lost in it, clinging to him with nothing left to give. And he adores it—adores how you’ve already melted into something that only he can command. The ego boost as you mutter his name—again and again, like a prayer, your cunt clenching around him like you are made for him, and him only.

“Ohh, fuck, baby—you’re gonna cum?” his voice wavers, also just as wrecked and breathless, watching you fall apart underneath him and he fucks you through it, grinding his hips against yours as he chases his climax. “Fuck—feel so tight when you come—y/n—baby, I’m cumming inside, make you all pretty and full of me.”

At some point, Soobin lets go of your wrists, allowing your hand to scramble in finding its way to Soobin’s shoulders, as you lay there, full on sobbing and taking his load. You feel boneless against his frame, as you attempt to recover from the session, breathing out in stuttered gasps. Soobin has his face resting on your collarbone, gently using his fingers to ease you from your high, his touch nothing but tender on every part of your body that he cherishes so much. As you relax from the hardest night you are laid, you feel Soobin’s even breath against your neck. His cock has already softened, out of you as he checks for your reaction. “Alright?”

“Yeah–” your words come out raspy, Taehyun handing you a glass of plain water that you had no idea when he got them. You let the water down your throat, some of it spilling on you. “Slowly,” Soobin scolds you for it, and you chuck the water down carefully this time. Taehyun takes the empty glass, a head pat accompanies his praises for you for doing so well.

And with tenderness, Soobin leans down, gently rubbing your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He exhales, lifting his head just in time for Taehyun to press a kiss to the top of your head. It doesn’t take long for Taehyun to rise to his feet quietly, brushing himself off and saying goodbye, leaving Soobin to be in charge again.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” He’s back to being a gentle giant, picking up a pillow as he lays your head on it. You just give him a small smile, ensuring that you are perfectly fine before having your eyes closed. Soobin protests at first, insisting that he needs to clean you up first, that you haven’t had proper dinner yet and that you deserve the world’s best aftercare.

“Do as you please, you drained the shit out of me,” you simply respond, your eyes grow heavy, blinking slower each time, until they hover at half-mast. Limbs feel loose and weightless, like they’re drifting underwater. Every sentence of your boyfriend grows distant, as all you want is the warmth of a pillow, the hush of stillness and his comforting presence. Soobin huffs, giving up as he pulls you to his chest, traces of kisses planted on the crown of your head.

Well… at least Soobin’s sure he’s the winner this time.

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vindicated (swear i'd never do it again) - choi yeonjun

ꕥ pairing: bf!yeonjun x afab!reader

ꕥ genres: smut, angst

ꕥ rating: 18+ mdni

ꕥ warning: dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, arguments, confrontations because they are adults, reader cries a lot, cheating (implied), make up sex, unprotected sex, oral (m&f.rec) multiple orgasm, fingering, riding

ꕥ wc: 6k

ꕥ a/n: i actually hate this... i've been gate keeping it since last year because of it but nevertheless enjoy

The noise of rain tapping on the windows corresponded with the racing beat of your heart. Weeks had passed since the previous arguments, yet the ensuing silence felt even more distressing. Yeonjun's brown coloured long trench coat still hung by the door, his cologne subtle yet persistent in the air—a harsh reminder of all that was left unsettled between you.

You sit on the floor of your shared apartment with legs crossed, browsing through the pages of a vintage photo album. Your eyes soften at the shiny pictures that seem like it quite narrates a tale of love that seems unstoppable for both of you. Yeonjun was smiling at a summer festival, his eyes almost closing as you guys were hit with warmth from the sun. You were right there by his side, kissing his cheek. Another picture captured you resting on his shoulder during a late-night train journey. At that time, your friends had playfully teased you about your inseparability, during your early stages of relationship, attached closely to each other’s hips all the time.

However, it seems that his love, you don't know, maybe it has faded as time passed. Like a withering flower that is waiting for a moment to shatter on earth, words that were once delivered with sweetness now carry a sharpness. Of course at first, the arguments began minor: late response to messages, any sorts of miscommunications that could have been resolved with an apology. Soon arrived the yelling disputes, doors being slammed, and evenings spent in different rooms. Yeonjun was always the avoidant type, rather than to sit together and talk he prefers to distance himself, stressing you out at the lack of communication.

As you are occupied with countless thoughts, you hear the door slowly being opened, causing you to look up abruptly. Yeonjun enters, his jet black hair evidently wet from the rain. He appears unchanged yet changed, his eyes bearing a heaviness that didn't exist previously. For a brief time, neither of you said anything. The atmosphere in the room was dense, laden with unspoken thoughts.

"You’re still around," Yeonjun eventually says, his tone distant.

"Now you don’t want me here? Where could I possibly go?" You coldly answer, hurt by the question, or his choice of words. Your hands quickly shutting the album and putting it down.

He moves a step closer, then two, then he is standing not even two steps away from you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. "I was wondering if perhaps you… I'm not sure." His voice is toned down at the end, like he’s not sure what to say.

"Isn’t that what you do?" The resentment in your voice was unignorable, tugging at the string of his heart. "You are gone whenever situations become too tense, you always walk away."

Something flinches inside Yeonjun hearing that, but he refuses to look away. “And you always hold on too tight,” he counters back, his voice trembling. “Like you’re afraid if you let go even a little, everything will fall apart.”

“Because it will fall apart, Yeonjun!” Your voice goes up three tones higher, it even cracks, but you care less about that when you have tears welling up. “It already is. Can’t you see that?”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” he asks, his voice breaking as well. “I’ve tried to fix this. I’ve tried to be enough for you, but maybe… maybe we’re just not compatible.”

His words hang between, heavy and suffocating. It feels like he’s admitting defeat, like acknowledging the storm both of you trapped in will never clear. And God, does it hurt. The constant effort you make to understand him better, the lies he told to your face you turned blind eye into, the missed important dates.

“You think I don’t know that?” you whisper, your voice barely audible to him. “But even after everything, I can’t walk away. I… I love you, Yeonjun. Even when it hurts. Even when you hurt me, over and over. I can lose everything, but not you…”

Yeonjun’s shoulders droop, and for the first time in a long time, he looks guilty. He stares at your wet face, your disheveled form, your trembling hands. You never look so broken, his sweet darling, the apple of his eyes, his precious love appears like a broken piece of glass before him, it wrenches his heart thinking that it was from all his doings.

“I love you too,” he admits, his voice raw. You can feel his gaze soften a bit, eyes no longer angry. “But is love enough if all I do is hurting you?”

The question is like a stabbing knife to your heart. You both knew the answer, but neither has the courage to say it aloud. Silence fills the air once more, the rain pouring outside is like a brutal mirror to the storm inside your apartment.

Finally, Yeonjun closes the distance between you. He hesitantly kneels in front of you, his hands trembling as he cups your face. “I don’t want to lose you either,” he says, every word that comes up from his mouth shakes. “But I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Maybe we can’t fix it,” you replied, your tears spilling non stop now that he’s got his hands on you. It is obvious that his hand is cold from the freezing weather outside, yet it spreads warmth inside you as you lean further into his comforting, healing touch. “Maybe we just have to accept that we’re broken. But I’d rather be broken with you than whole without you. I don’t wanna give up on us, Jjunie.”

Yeonjun leans his forehead against yours as he hears the nickname, his own tears falling. You let him engulf you in his arms, arms brushing over each other giving you goosebumps on the realisation that you went on a week without him. His chest heaves up and down, relaxed heartbeat calming you down as you savour the moment.

“I am sorry, baby,” he is the first one to break the silence. You could not pinpoint whether he is sincere about it, but his eyes are telling you like you matter the most in his world. “I hurt you, didn't I? How’d you sleep this past week?” His voice laced with concern, tone so dulcet and sweet you feel like you are falling into a gush of sugar. Knowing you hardly fall asleep without him around, his mind floods with sorrowful guilt.

“Horrible, I missed you,” you come clean, him smiling so softly you would miss it if you weren't right in his hug.

“Poor baby, I missed her too,” he uses his usual baby tone to talk to you, stroking the back of your head while you find yourself closing your eyes at the comforting contact.

“Wanna cuddle?” He's asking so nicely, not even waiting for your answer as he lifts you up from the cold floor, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walks you both to your shared room, your heart thumping as you feel butterflies all over again. The room hasn't changed since the last time you guys slept in the same bed and room, clean simple beige sheets that Yeonjun had changed after your last intercourse being where you land on.

He's taking off his jacket, the only thing that he wears on his upper body being the black sleeveless shirt that drives you crazy everytime you see those on him. Your eyes that are set on him trembles a bit, forcing you to let out a cough.

“It's January. You shall wear something more warm.”

“I could warm up being next to you,” he's quick with his witty answer, already jumping on the bed again, pulling you yet again into his embrace. His face is buried in your neck, lips dangerously wandering around your sensitive areas you breathe deeply as you bite back a moan.

“Jjunie, I thought we were only going to cuddle,” you interrupt, yet you find your hands tangling in his strands of hair, noticeably longer since the last time you held onto them.

“Aren’t we?” his lips latching on your skin by now, gently sucking on the flesh before he lets go, leaving a fresh mark of him on you, reclaiming his territory. He retreats for a while, lips part as he hears the small gasp that comes up as you notice the hickey. “So beautiful…”

As you remain captivated by his alluring move, seemingly innocent as he keeps making out first, then his hands start to roam not only over but now under your clothing a little. He strips your top off first, fondling at your tits.

“Tell me if you don’t want me,” he pauses, looking at your expression. Your doe eyes look at him, a bit glassy. His stomach churns at that, just a moment ago, you were yelling at him but now, under him you could not deny his contact with your body.

“Oh—” you moan out, feeling every inch of your body craving for his touch more and more, you could feel your underwear sticking onto your entrance by now, your arousal grows greedier. “Yeonjun.”

“Am right here, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Want you, need you, all of you, oh my god—” your words are cut at how he would make easy work of the tiny shorts that wrap you, he slips them off quickly, palming your ass before slipping off the lacy underwear too.

Then his shirt is off in a minute, before long you're staring at one spot on his chest, your voice that says his name shrieking. Yeonjun is confused at first, before he looks at the direction you are setting your eyes to. His eyes widen as you shove him away, your trembling hands pulling the comforter to cover your body.

“Was–was there someone else?” your voice comes up shaky, eyes glistening with tears that pools at your lower lid. Yeonjun is silenced, a lost look evident in his face. “Y/n…”

“Answer me!” Your tears are falling now, your heart crushed at how he’s not quick to reassure you, to deny your assumption, anything. The bruise mark on his chest, one that was not created by you. Sure, your relationship had been quite flimsy at times after a solid three years, but you never had a reason to doubt his love for you. Every time you argue, it was never about a third person. The third person has never come into the picture. “Did you sleep with her?!” you shout, Yeonjun flinches at the tone.

“Baby, I don’t–”

“Then, what the fuck is that on your neck?” you ask, squinting at a faint purplish mark near his collarbone. It was positioned enough to be hidden when he’s wearing a shirt, but now that it’s off, it’s so evident.

Yeonjun covers the hickey with his hand, the movements rushed and awkward. “Oh, this? It’s... nothing. Just a bruise from a fall,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

“Let me see,” you say after a long silence, your tone firm but he can see the way your lips tremble. Yeonjun hesitates a little, but you reach out your hand, and he lets you inspect the spot. You feel your stomach turn as you lightly run your fingertips over it. You aren’t foolish, it was not just any bruise; it was distinctly shaped and coloured like a hickey.

Your heart drops as you feel the reality of the situation. “That has nothing to do with a fall. Be honest with me.”

Yeonjun’s face changes, and the room falls quiet for a brief period. Both of you, especially Yeonjun, feel anxious about the occasion.

He wobbles with "I... I can explain," but his words sounded unsure, and you feel that is an insincere answer. Like he’s hiding something.

Your head whirl with feelings of betrayal, rage, hurt, and disbelief. This has turned into the rifts in the trust you had established together, not simply about the mark. Your head feels heavy, turning down as you cry.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, y/n!” he’s also yelling now, frustration overcoming him. Guilt, sadness and anger mixed in as he breathed in, his own eyes wet. His heart breaks seeing your state, it’s not the first time he sees you crying but this time you look incredibly heartbroken, miserable and not just upset at him.

“Then, what, what would explain this, Yeonjun?” you are fully sobbing, words imprecise swallowed by your cry.

“I was just… at the club okay? I was drunk, I don’t even remember–”

“Fuck that!” you cut him off, your voice burst with fume. “Do you realize how this looks?! How does it feel to even think you might’ve cheated on me? You try to sleep with me when that mark hasn’t even disappeared?!”

“Baby,” he tries again, trying to get closer to you.

“Don’t baby me,” your voice cold as ice in line with the gaze you now give him. “I don’t know, I thought you would never do that to me. I would never find someone else as long as I’m your girlfriend, Yeonjun. So stupid of me to hold on to you, I should have left long ago, so I don’t feel this hurt, because now I love you so much—too much, it feels even more painful…” you confess, finding yourself laughing at the absurdness yet your tears keep on rolling non stop. “If you don’t like me anymore you could just tell me. I would pack my things myself so you don’t have to rub it in like this.” Sniffles exit your nose, the back of your hand become the temporary napkin as you rub your tears away.

His eyes softened as he reached for her hands, his touch warm but cautious. “Y/n, I’d never hurt you like that. I love you. Please believe me.”

You pull your hands back, turning away to hide the tears welling yet again in your eyes. But before you could retreat further, Yeonjun closes the gap between you both, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Y/n, look at me,” he whispers, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re everything to me. I can’t stand the thought of you doubting that.”

You turn slowly, her tearful eyes meeting his. There is sincerity in his gaze that makes your heart falter, and along that, a little of expectation because you can still feel the love. It’s still there in his eyes, filled with it and warmth as he looks at you.

“Explain to me,” you say, trying to steady your voice but Yeonjun, knowing you through, could catch that you are still hoping for his denial, still hoping that it isn’t true what you see. With a regretful smile, he cups your face gently, brushing tears away, his fingers on you treating it as delicate as possible.

“Won’t you judge me?” he carefully asks, studying your expression as your brow rises in confusion.

“It depends,” you answer, short, simple and clear.

“Saturday,” he starts, “I was at Taehyun’s. I was stressed out about our fight, and then he persuaded me into going to the club. Relax a little. I had a drink, maybe two but I was so wasted, I don’t remember who was it, I don’t know her, it was a random girl there, I’m gonna be honest we make out a little, and she did this,” he pauses, touching the mark, before his gaze settles on you confidently this time, “Taehyun came up, and he dragged me out there, telling me all about it the next morning. He was meaning to tell you everything first, but I told him not to, because I want to settle things ourselves.”

“Why didn't you tell her you’re not single,” you complain, lips pouting as you contemplate the story, it seems believable but you don’t know for sure. “And why do you have to be so hot, people literally couldn't leave you alone.”

He softly laughs at that, before turning serious again. “I am sorry, pretty girl,” he apologizes, “I don’t know how to mend things that have already happened, I know I should’ve known how wasted I’d be and just head home.”

He then grabs your comforter covered waist, pulling your head to land on his chest, letting you wet it. Your sobbing grows louder first, hands reluctantly creeping up to touch his shoulders. “I am sorry, oh baby, you don’t know how sorry I am, it’s all my fault, should have stayed that night, just hold you close until you’re not upset at me.”

“What can I do to earn your forgiveness, tell me, gorgeous,” his voice is whiny now, almost pleading when your sniffles haven't stopped. The hand that is holding onto your back scatters random shapes on it.

“Then prove it,” you mumble, looking up to him again, your voice barely audible.

Yeonjun cups your face gently, you look very endearing with cheeks red, eyes swollen and lips pouting a bit, his thumbs brushing away the tears remaining on your cheeks. “I’ll spend my entire life proving it,” he says, the sound of his confession thick with emotion.

Your lips meet together in a tender kiss, one that starts slow but it quickly deepens as you could feel the desperation in his touch, the regret, the unspoken promise that he’d never betray your trust.

He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you back on the bed where you can place your head on the pillow comfortably. His hands roam your back as yours are tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The tension between you dissolves into a shared need for closeness, for reassurance, for reconciliation, for love.

Seconds later, he's immediately invading your personal space, arms around you in a tight, needy embrace. He has his face nestled in the crook of your neck, a heavy breath that tells you he's relieved and something familiar, something that you hunch as love.

“Jun—“ he smashes his mouth against yours, tongue pushing past your lips, the taste of chapstick that you're familiar with, the one that he only uses during winter due to dryness. Desperate sounds leave both your mouths, you are whining while he's half groaning. His body pressed against yours, separated by the cover that hasn't left your body. When he finally pulls away from the passionate kiss, his eyes find yours, filled with affective and yearning.

“I missed you s’ much, princess, how did I survived a whole week without you,” he presses a kiss to your neck, tongue tracing the collarbone with a cherish that signifies his worship on you.

“Would you allow me, princess, I want to make it up to you, please,” he looks up at you with his big, puppy-like eyes, an expression so pitiful it’s admirable. The desperation behind them makes it difficult to say no. You aren't better, your whole body is craving for him.

“Touch me,” you let out a soft whimper, arching into his touch. "Please," you breathe out, and he happily obliges, the cover is off the bed instantly.

Then his hands travel down your sides to your hips, fingers digging in as if to keep you anchored to him. The hand then kneads the meat of your ass, your breath hitches as he goes down on you, nails digging into his arms as you inhale deeply as if committing you to memorise his scent.

“My girl’s so pretty,” he slurs out, before he dives into your pussy, your hand goes flying to grab onto his hair as he splits you open through his tongue.

“Yeonjun!”

“Sorry,” he murmurs against your inner thigh, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. He says sorry, but his action doesn't match the word. “Has been so long since I munched on this.”

Your toes curl, eyes thrown back at the way he is switching between licking and sucking, almost like that's the whole purpose of his life. his scruffy cheeks hollow as he sucks a hickey into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He was right though, it has been a while, the pleasure is almost foreign to you.

“Are you still my girl?” he questions, sounding cocky like the usual Yeonjun you know. The sexy, intimidating confidence that has you weak in your knees every time. Your only response is a moan, causing his lips to turn into a smirk, “Of course you are, I‘m the only one that can get you this wet, baby. Correct?”

No longer able to give him a reply, he continues to work his mouth on you. His tongue is relentless, it is sucking onto your entrance, then it is swirling around your clit with increasing fervor. The pace is sloppy, uncoordinated, messy even sometimes, but it only serves to bring you higher to the excitement of it all. Each time he pulls back, you can hear his heavy pant in search of breath, feel the way his mouth lets out your name.

“Oh, Y’jun—” your mindlessly thrown words trail off into incoherent mumbles as you feel closer to the edge, bringing you the sensation. “So close, please.”

The urgency in your begging translates to him as an invitation to continue. The way your entire body is wound up so tense, unwittingly ready to snap. He moves his thumb finger to press on your clit, skilled enough to actually let another two of them be inserted in your pussy, curling them just right so that they’re pressing against that dangerous spot that has you seeing stars.

“Shit, you just got way wetter, you have been craving me that much, huh,“ he chuckles against your thighs, and he's not completely wrong. The way he's re-arranging your inside, it's like he's trying to prove a point, to prove that as much as he needs you, you need him too.

"Wanna cum, please," you gasp out, and then he increases the intensity, your thighs shaking like crazy before it all stops as your liquid gushes out. Yeonjun is more than glad to pick up some of it, slurping them from his fingers. His sexy gaze and your quivering ones meet, silent praises and apologies heard from the way he's caressing your waist gently.

“You haven't come yet,” your sweet voice echoes in his ears. You are still the bundle of love for him, always thinking of his pleasure when you were just crying betrayed by his trust earlier. With agony, Yeonjun is shaking his head, presenting you with a small smile.

“No, it's okay princess. I should be fine, let's go to sleep, hmm? You are tired, I'll hold you,” he's denying you, aware of how relaxed your body is after having your orgasm, you must be so sexually frustrated the whole week. On top of that he knows how bad your sleep was affected due to your argument. Your eyes have been drowsy for a while now, yet you find strength to get up, straddling his lap.

“Love shall go both ways, as much as I mean the world to you, you mean the same to me. What you want from me, I want you the same way too.”

Your eyes staring at him, the honesty in it clear as crystal. Your hand that he is missing so much takes off his pants. The skin against his feels so soft, you are moving a bit behind to kneel before him.

“You really don't have to, princess,” he's saying again, hands caressing your hairline. You look up to him with round eyes, determined to mean what you said earlier. In a brief moment, you are presented with his hard-ons, the sight making you drooling. He's denying you once again with the look in his eyes, so you confidently reply, “I wanna do this.”

“Fuck," Yeonjun breathes out, eyes twisting shut as he feels your warm throat enveloping him. He collects your hair in his fist gently, holding it as you swallow him whole. Your hands move to rest on his thighs, pretty acrylics pressing on it whenever another inch of him goes in.

The feeling of your mouth enveloping him has him pulsing in your throat, his lips part as lewd sounds of him moaning leaves. “You're doing so well for me, babe.”

You take the praise to relax your jaw, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. Your eyes water at the feeling, hurriedly tapping his thighs to let him know the cue. He tightens the grip he has on your hair as he starts to move your head on his length, forcing you to take more and more of him till your nose brushes against his pelvis.

He moves your head up and down, his thrust harsh as he makes you take his entire length then leaving only his tip before repeating the entire process, moaning out your name whenever his head brushes against your throat.

You know he is getting close—you could feel him pulsing in your mouth, as a layer of sweet coated his forehead despite the cold room, making him glow so charmingly. You inhale a deep breath, before sucking in your cheeks, humming his name around him, knowing it is exactly what it would take to throw him over the edge.

“I'm close, baby,” he pleads, inaudible chatters of moans follows after as you double your efforts, and as expected a few seconds later his release spreads through your throat as you continue to bob your head to swallow.

Yeonjun’s chest is heaving, his hair a disheveled mess as he leans his hand heavily against your head, staring down at you like you’d just knocked the wind out of him. You guys stay silent for a while, eye contact with each other being the only sole communicator.

And when you place your legs on either side of him, both of his hands finding their home on your waist, your hole wet and slick enough, ready for him, he’s once again starstrucked, the feeling's overwhelming like you’re made just for him. He bites his lip when you slide down with a whiny mention of his name, you stay still for a moment, and he's all but resist as he needs the comfort of you being wrapped around him right now just bad.

Your eyes could not help but trail down to the mark from earlier, upsetting thoughts taking over you as you encounter the upsetting thoughts again. Your eyes tremble with tears as you hold onto Yeonjun’s shoulders, you begin to sob again, the sight making Yeonjun uneasy as he’s even more apologetic when you are so clearly hurt by the smallest mark, yet the biggest mistake he had made.

"You're mine, you got that?" you sniffle, your touch on him soft but it feels possessive enough to Yeonjun at that point of time.

"Of course, all yours baby, only yours," he breathes as you part your lips, looking down on his neckline. Your eyes briefly glance over the hickey painted over his chest and it leaves the feeling of your heart throbbing in your chest. Unshed tears sting at your eyes, the sound of incoherent sob immediately puts him to sit up against the headboard, holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t do this, let’s just—”

“No,” you decline immediately, hands clasping together at his shoulder trying to push him back to let you be in charge. You bite back a sob, “I want to do this. Want this off you,” you snivel, looking pitiful and so eager to get the mark to be hidden by your own, your lip finding its way to his skin, sucking on it before your teeth sink on the same exact spot that leaves Yeonjun wincing in pain. He’s staring at you deeply now, heart wrenched as droplets of tears roll down your cheek in frustration.

"I should’ve been better, should’ve tried harder, I'm gonna make things right, love, I swear," he's spurting all his emotion out, hands scrambling to make their way to your thighs and helping you to move.

“Swear I’d never do it again,” he adds, his pillow-y soft lip rasps across your sensitive neck as he plants gentle kisses all over it. The action is filled with reassurance, infatuation, and warmth. Quite literally soft and tender, far from the agony that had filled your heart only moments before.

“There, princess?” he's asking, his tip reaching your sensitive spot, your voice exceptionally high pitched when you reply to him a yes.

He's much more attentive tonight. Usually sex with him was rough, which you couldn’t complain about or dislike, but there is something adorable about him being so soft with you that always made this a lot more enjoyable than usual. His kisses and praises doubles, along with the occasional apologies, his promise to do better. Your mind goes out from while to while, unable to comprehend the actual sentence that he forms. You are just glad he's holding you, grounding you from blacking out.

“Let me show you my love,” he helps you on your back, his dick sliding out for a while, smiling softly when you make a fuss for it, “I know, it's okay, baby,” comes out his mouth as he thrust up into you, sucking at your neck to leave a few more love bites.

“Faster,” you whimper, dissatisfied at the slow pace.

“We'll get there, so impatient,” Yeonjun chuckles, his hand brushing against your arms to settle into your breast, fondling it. Your desperate moans filled the room, the pace slowly building up. Your hand travels down to your clit, rubbing it before it gets shoved away by Yeonjun instantly.

Before you could question his denial, he whispers a stern “I could do that,” as you relax to his touch, his skilled fingers working its magic. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, pulling him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he brings you closer to your high.

He hums against your lips as you tighten around him when you reach your orgasm, peppering the softest kisses all around your face while his hands mapped out your precious body that he’s come to cherish so much. Someone as lovely, as flawless, and as serene as you is a blessing for a man like him, a man who is emotionally lacking and aloof. Your body shakes with the overstimulation, a small smile escapes as he slows the pace, tender and consistent thrust to relax you.

“You feel so good, baby.” His eyes trailing down your body to where you are connected, the base of his cock wraps with thick white rings of your arousal, and his mouth opens at the vicious sight. He watches closely for your expression every time he plunges forward; your hips moving to meet his, thrust for thrust despite your previous orgasm. “Pussy made for me, yeah? Missed me that much?”

Each harsh thrust makes your tits bounce and forces a moan out from you as a response. Yeonjun chuckles at your lack of words, the sight admirable for him. The pleasure on your part made it difficult for you to even make out his expression or words anymore, feeling like you are on cloud nine for a second and a second later you are back on ground.

“Gonna make it up to you, promise,” he’s mumbling in between his praise for you, left at his mercy as he draws various shapes on your clit to push you further in ecstasy, another orgasm creeping in as you hold onto his shoulder tight.

As you let go for him, the endless words of flattery along with assurance of the love he has for you acts as your company. He’s slowing down, waiting for you to come down from your high. As your breath and heartbeat falls into a stable rhythm again, he’s back to thrusting slowly, your breath hitches as you are flooded with oversensitivity, wincing at the intrusion.

“Shh… I’m sorry, just a little bit more, pretty,” his whisper sends relaxation, trusting him with everything as you nod, occasional whimpers leaving your mouth at the slight discomfort. You shift your entire focus on him as he reaches his release, eyebrows furrowed with a slightly opened mouth as you reach your hands out to touch him on the cheek. The contact subconsciously draws a moan from him, resting his forehead on yours.

“Baby,” he calls out, “I’m sorry, I love you.”

Your lips twitch into a small smile, nodding as you rub his cheek yet you say nothing. The silence is deafening, Yeonjun himself cringing as he pulls out from you slowly. None of you breaks the silence as he gets up first to clean himself, allowing you to take a small nap before being woken up by him, for the never forgotten aftercare.

“Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? I wanna have you in my arms.” The question arises from him as he buttons your pyjamas for tonight. He takes in your cozy state, eyelashes fluttering as you look up to him. You rarely ever see his nervous state, he is a person that always exudes such kind of charisma, carrying himself with confidence, at least around you, yet he seems least intimidating, nervous and very cautious with that simple question.

He isn’t looking for grand gestures or dramatic declarations. What he’s asking for is something simple, intimate, and deeply human: the opportunity to lie beside you, to hold you, and maybe even to begin the slow process of rebuilding what was lost, piece by piece. For a moment, you let yourself believe that this time, it might be different. That he genuinely wants to start anew and make amends, not just relive the moments of the past.

“Of course, Jjunie. Hold me, and don’t let go.”

At your reply, Yeonjun nearly jumps, placing you snuggly in his hold, not missing the opportunity to land a kiss every each and a while on your forehead as you relax and allow yourself to doze off.

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i don't like how my yeonjun wip turns out. that was supposed to be posted two weeks ago... reason why i have not yet released it

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𝐼𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟥𝟤𝓃𝒹 - hueningkai

ꕥ pairing: hueningkai x reader

ꕥ genres: angst angst angst don't read if you're sad

ꕥ warnings: open ending and you will end up with a wrenched heart i think

ꕥ wc: 1.3k

ꕥ a/n: happy new year!

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Snowflake glistens quietly over the city, blanketing the streets of Seoul in a soft, ethereal glow. You stand by the frosted window of the small café where you always spaced out in, staring out into the swirling flakes. Your breath fogs the glass as you traced invisible lines, fingers trembling from the cold that had seeped into your heart long ago.

It had been exactly eight months since Kai left—244 days since he had smiled at you for the last time. He had walked away on a blooming spring evening, his words ringing in your ears like an unsettling melody you couldn't forget. "I’d be back before December ends. Wait for me."

Your heart fluttered the moment he said that. The promise that he would come find you again, the desire for you to stay put, anticipate his comeback. Months passing by quickly as you can’t wait to see this year ends, so he could appear right before your eyes again.

But today’s December 31st. The last day of the year. He hasn't come back, you haven't moved on. How could you? You have been stuck, trapped in the same moment, the same heartbreak, as if time itself refused to carry you forward.

“I wish there’s December 32nd,” you mutter to yourself, voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the café. A day that didn’t exist, where time could stretch just a little longer, where you could find him again.

As if answering your unspoken wish, the bell above the café door jingles softly. You turn, your heart leaping for a moment before sinking again. It wasn’t him. Just another stranger barging in, escaping the cold.

The barista brings over a cup of hot chocolate, placing it gently in front of you. “Still waiting for someone?” she asks kindly, though she already knows the answer. You would come here every week, always alone, always seeming to be waiting for something, someone perhaps.

You nod, offering her a weak smile. “Maybe he’ll come back,” you reply, though the words feel hollow. The barista passes you a sympathetic smile, off to her shift later.

As the hours tick by and the snow falls heavier, the world outside the café seems to blur, as if reality itself is shifting. You finish your drink, wrapping your scarf a bit more snuggly as the weather gets cooler as it is approaching midnight. Your footsteps then lead you unknowingly to Han River, the sacred place where you last encountered Kai.

You sit on one of the benches there. There are families, couples, a group of friends and even people alone by themselves, yet they don’t seem as lonely as you. You keep glancing at your watch—and then here comes the midnight. January 1st. The sound of fireworks ignites your soul, laughter from people around Han River celebrating another year.

Your eyes blink rapidly at your phone, notifications and wishes from your loved ones chirping in. The screen shows it is January, but for you, it is still December. The last day of December, over and over again.

When you closed your eyes, you could still see him. His laughter as he ran through the snow, his scarf trailing behind him like a ribbon caught in the wind. The way your hand fit perfectly in his when you walked along the Han River, whispering dreams of a future that would never come.

The snow continues to swirl around you, settling in soft layers on your coat, the ground beneath your feet. It's as if the world itself has frozen in time, just like your heart. Your fingers numb from the cold, but you don't mind. The chill is familiar, a quiet companion to your silent waiting.

The distant sounds of fireworks from the city blend with the steady hum of the river, but it all feels distant, detached from the reality you're living in. You glance at your phone once more. There’s a text from your friend asking if you're okay. You haven’t responded. There's no need. No one understands the weight of what you’re carrying, the promise that has kept you rooted in place.

"I'll be back before December ends," he had said.

It was a simple promise, but promises were like threads in the wind—so easy to break, so fragile when you clung to them too tightly. The words ring in your mind again, more haunting this time, more distant. The wind picks up, biting at your face, and you pull your scarf tighter, the soft fabric doing little to warm your heart.

The lights from the city twinkle across the river, beautiful, lively, but they feel hollow to you now. You had imagined this night—this new year, this crossing of time—would be different. You had imagined he would be here, just as promised, pulling you into his arms and whispering how he had never stopped thinking of you. Perhaps you could even share a kiss together like in romantic movies.

But the truth is as cold as the weather. He's not here. He hasn't come.

A couple walks by, laughing, their joy echoing through the winter air, but it only deepens the ache inside of you. They don’t know. They don’t know the story you’re living—the one where time has stopped, where you are stuck in a loop of hope, waiting for someone who may never return.

You wonder, briefly, if he’s forgotten you. If he’s moved on with his life while you’ve stood still, waiting. But that thought, that fear, feels like a betrayal of the love you’ve kept for him. It’s too cruel to entertain, so you push it away. He promised. Promises are sacred, aren’t they?

A deep breath escapes your lips, fogging the air in front of you. You’re still here. You haven’t moved, haven’t given up, not yet. The cold doesn't bother you. It never has. The cold, like your waiting, has become a part of you, shaping you into someone who holds on, even when it feels like there's nothing left to hold.

Your fingers brush the familiar edge of your phone once more, but you hesitate. Another message, maybe? Perhaps Kai? Your heart leaps at the thought, but nothing. You lock the screen and shove the phone back into your pocket.

And then, in the distance, you hear footsteps.

At first, you think it’s just your mind playing tricks—your hope weaving illusions, creating something that isn’t really there. But the footsteps draw closer, unmistakable, as if each step was measured, deliberate.

You turn slowly, the sound of your own heartbeat loud in your ears. But it isn’t him. It’s another figure, a passerby, someone out to enjoy the night. Their laughter feels like a cruel reminder, so you avert your gaze, unwilling to look further.

Still, a part of you wonders, What if? A voice inside you—the one that still clings to hope, that refuses to let go—whispers, What if he’s just running late? What if he’s actually out there looking for you right now?

The thought makes your chest ache, a feeling so profound, so empty, you could almost cry. But you don’t.

Instead, you pull your coat around you tighter and settle into the bench, your eyes scanning the river, watching the reflections ripple gently. You don’t look at your phone. You don’t check the time again. You just sit there, waiting. And in the quiet of the night, amidst the murmurs of those celebrating around you, the snowflakes continue to fall, soft and steady.

A small part of you still believes—still hopes—that there’s a December 32nd, and that, when it comes, Kai will be there. But the night stretches on, the seconds ticking away, and the year is now over.

Your phone vibrates again, but you don’t check it. You don’t want to. Maybe, just maybe, Kai is out there, somewhere, waiting for you too.

And yet, the clock in your heart begs to turn into something impossible: December 32nd.

There’s no January 1 for you. Your calendar hasn’t ended. It’s December 32nd, 33rd. It’s still December until he comes back.

But what could you do when the year comes to an end, when you have to turn the last calendar page?

Still, Kai wouldn’t come.

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how do we feel of arranged marriage au with maybe... soobin 🫣

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Not made of glass - choi soobin

ꕥ pairing: choi soobin x afab reader

ꕥ genres: smut (basically pwp)

ꕥ warnings: soft!dom soobin to hard!dom, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, big!dick soobin lol, oral m!receiving, so many petnames i melted, squirting, spanking

ꕥ wc: 2.9k

ꕥ a/n: the title is pretty much self-explanatory... my first smut for soobin! i want him so bad merry christmas to those celebrating!!

taglist: @hanhani29 @bloomngspring @hhoneyhan

A few months in since you started dating, Soobin is still ever the kind, composed and gentle boyfriend. Princess treatment is always on the maximum level, the reserved soft spot only for you that you can’t help but wonder sometimes how he is the same guy that can’t skip a day without getting into silly quarrels with Beomgyu. He takes you on a date at least every once in a while, knowing his hectic schedule you are more than grateful that he makes some time for you. His love language being act of service, you won’t have to lift a finger around him. Your friends call him a gentle giant, a nickname that makes you laugh every time you are reminded of it.

At the end of a date day, usually he would stay overnight at yours. You are doing your night routine by the vanity, onto the last part of your skincare when he creeps up behind your back, his arms finding their ways around your waist. His head rests on your left shoulders, lips attracted to your neck like how bees are to honey.

“God, I missed you so much,” his voice comes out much whinier than he thought. You put down your moisturiser on the table, turning around to face him. The wet hair that is evident from the earlier shower he had made his bangs droop down adorably, and sexy at the same time.

“Show me how bad then,” you say teasingly, the provocative smirk you give Soobin is enough to set him off as he lifts you from the ground, the placement of his hands on you careful to not hurt you in any way. Your giggles fill the entire room as he places you on the soft, silky sheets that you just changed this morning.

He leans in, his mouth hovering over yours as he mutters his words of love to you before your lips connect together. The ghostly touch of his hands on your shoulder first, slowly going down to your breasts making you gasp. You continue making out for a while before he lets go and cups your cheeks, giving a peck on your forehead. The intimate action gives you butterflies, watching him closely as he works around to undress himself. The eye contact is maintained, and it’s insanely hot you can’t help but blush seeing him.

“Like what you see babe?” he asks, completely aware of your flustered face. You reach out a hand to trace his toned muscle, his abs appearing even more prominent than the last time you saw them.

“Very. Looks so hot on you, oh my god—” your breath cuts short as he accidentally tugs the only thing left on your body, your bra to be exact, harder than he intends to as the fabric tears.

“Oh! Sorry baby, did I hurt you?”

Yes, he did. In fact, he ruined you. In the most sexy way possible. You stare at him closely, lips puckered as he tries to read your expression. When you say nothing, that’s when he inches closer, promising to buy you another, even ten sets of underwear if you would want him to. You chuckle lightly, both hands supporting his neck and pulling him closer.

“Soobin, I could care less about that. I like it,” you confess, his eyes soften. Without waiting for his reply, you flip him over. His length is already poking through, Soobin hisses when you touch him there, the feeling shoots him in like electricity when your soft hands contrast with the veiny muscle there.

“This hard for me?” you start with a kitten lick, his hand is flying to hold your hair in place for you, wrapping it nicely around his wrist like a ponytail. Always very attentive and gentle.

“Only for you, love,” he answers, lids drowsy as you start to take him down your throat. You’re long past caring about the drool that drips from your stretched lips to your sheets, Soobin coos at your state and mumbles a few praises as your mind overwhelms with the way his tip presses the back of your throat, the weight of one big hand never leaves stroking your hair.

Moments later, he finds you struggling with his length, eyes watery as you look at him, he can’t help but to anxiously remind you to take only what you can. Your hand that is placed on his thighs is gripping harder on it, yet you show no sign of tapping out like what both of you agreed on whenever any of you feels uncomfortable to continue.

“Y/n–” his own breath hitches, the feeling good to him as well, the urge to just push you further down on his cock blooming in his mind but he puts it aside as he looks at his darling, sweet girlfriend on the verge of tears.

“Love, you can stop now,” he incites, feeling bad for you. With all the constraints, you manage to shake your head, insisting that you can take much more. You relax your throat a bit, breathing through your nose as you push him in deeper. Soobin groans at the action, hips jerking and thrusting sloppily. You work your best to satisfy him, until he’s left a whiny mess, as he reaches his first orgasm of the night.

He’s humming softly, lost in his own world of pleasure while you fight to stifle your gag reflex, letting the liquid go down your throat before finally releasing him from your mouth. The drool that follows through as you backs away in search of proper breath is wiped away instantly by him, feeling bad as he strokes your cheek lovingly.

“Don’t push your limit if you can’t, baby, remember?”

You could only let out a smile, pulling him on top of you. “I have never not, Soobin. I promise I am okay,” you answer, his gaze on you feels a little too strong, so you continue, “It’s a good kind of hurt.”

“Really?”

“Uh uh. Now hurry,” you urge him, your puppy eyes paired with your pout instantly puts Soobin in position, in between your legs. He’s pushing your thighs apart, working his fingers delicately on your dripping core. You relax to his touch, responsive moans here and there fill Soobin’s ears. “So fucking wet…”

Soobin rarely swears around you, but whenever he does in bed it drives you nuts. The low voice of his, with a little bit of grunt on it and the fact that you're making him feel that way has you pooling down there.

“Am ready now, come on,” you whine out, almost running out of patience as he slowly works his fingers wonderfully inside your pulsing cunt. Soobin is far from stupid, especially in knowing how your body works, he knows it’s calling for something more. Something that only he can give you. You keep on squirming around, desperate for more friction than what he’s already giving you.

“Please—want you so bad, Binnie,” your voice comes out as weak, a high pitched moan follows after when he retracts his fingers.

“Shh, I know babe, just getting you prepared for me, don’t wanna hurt you, hmm?” he coos, spreading your legs further just so he can snug up in between comfortably. His length makes its way to your entrance, your joined moans breaking out as he gathers the slick to coat around it. The pleasure gives you goosebumps, finding anchor in his hand that holds on your thigh.

He finally pushes in his tip, his cock finally stretches you out. The sensation triggers him, watching closely how your walls are pulsing to let him in. Even though he was being gentle, nothing would help when you will never get used to his size. You could not even get a hold of it when a tear drop stains your cheek, his girth inside too overwhelming. His growing concern from earlier only expands, his thumb finger delicately brushes it off from you, pecking your lips after. “Baby…”

“No, I—ah,” you are cut off from one of his thrust, unknowingly hitting your sensitive spots, filling you to the hilt. “Feels so good, Soobin..”

As he sees you struggle and non stop squirming under him, he could not help but to feel bad, slowing his pace and rubbing the skin of your waist to ease you up to accept him. Your expression confused, quite dismayed at the slowing pace. He takes his time with you, stroking your messy hair, pecking every surface of your neckline yet you grow greedy and needier by time. With a desperate huff, you call out his name, he whispers a soft hum in your ear to ensure he’s listening.

“You don’t have to be that gentle with me, Soobin. I am not made of glass,” you say, eyes glistening with lust as Soobin cups both your cheeks

“Did I do something wrong? Do you not like how I act in bed?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you reassure quickly, scooting him closer. You reach out and take his hand, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “You’re so gentle with me, Soobin. And I love that about you. You always make me feel safe. But...”

He tilted his head, lips pouting in focus, studying your expression. “But what?”

Your cheeks are warming, feeling intimidated by his stare. “Sometimes... I think you’re holding back. Like you’re scared of pushing too hard, saying too much, or being too... intense with me.”

Soobin blinks once, twice, his mouth parting slightly as if to respond, but no words come out. You almost melt at the sight, his perfectly shaped lips look very fluffy and inviting so you pull him down to you, giving a small kiss on his lips.

You massages his palm, your voice soft but resolute. “I want all of you, baby. The gentle side, the intense side, even the messy parts you think I am not capable of handling. I can take it. I want to take it.”

Soobin looks down at your intertwined hands, his thumb now tracing over the smaller yours. “I guess... I'm afraid of hurting you. You mean so much to me, baby. I didn’t want to risk being too much, I don’t ever wanna cause you pain.”

“You won’t,” you deny firmly, voice stern. “I trust you. And I want you to trust me to take whatever you’ve got. Don’t hold back on me anymore.”

For a moment, you both stay in silence, the weight of his body on top of yours never feels uncomfortable, or too much.

"Do you trust me?"

"Babes, if I didn't I wouldn't be here. I would run away once I set my eyes on your big cock," you jokingly say to ease the tension, his dimple appearing as he chuckles.

“Alright. No more holding back, I guess. You asked for it.” He sinks his face further in your chest, leaving a few marks of him there. Your heart flutters, a spark of excitement dancing in your chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

The rest is history, you can't quite describe the feeling of being ravished by him for the first time. It is amazing. You are too fucked out, too weak to do anything besides moan and writhe underneath him, letting him use you as he wishes, limits all thrown out of the window as he rams inside you aggressively. You are more like a living fuck doll to be filled with him and his seed only.

“You like that, baby? Y/n?” He repeats his hard thrust over and over, distant noise ringing in your ears, his large and veined hands gripping your hips and leaving bruises on the soft flesh. Your body has been decorated with hickeys and bite marks, your wrists bruising from when he held them earlier.

Soobin then reaches around with one hand, rubbing circles on your swollen and overstimulated clit, tears rolling down your cheeks at the added sensation. He only grins at that, loving your response to his touches as two of his fingers rub circles on your sensitive bud. “Gonna cum for me? Come on, show me how good of a girl you are.”

“Yes! So good— argh!” you scream out as you reach your high, your cunt tightening around his cock as he pauses his thrust, waiting for you to loosen up a little before continuing. You lay weak in his arms, sweat trickles down your neckline at the heat. As you catch your breath and the overstimulation passes, your trembling hands come up to his hair, tugging on it a bit.

“More, baby.”

He laughs at that, iris darkening as he looks at your state. Eager for more, although it seems like you are on the verge of tears by now.

“Aren't you an impatient little one?”

“Want you to use me,” you demand assertively, eyes wide and round. Your lips pursed a little, Soobin leans down to steal a quick peck there.

“My baby wants more? You can take it?”

“Yes, of course, I love you—oh fuck!” your voice gets louder as his fingers hovers around your bud, he’s pressing some friction on it so your hands that are on his hair grasp it harder. He chuckles at your desperate action, your legs trying to escape from the euphoric pleasure so bad he has to hold onto it. “Soobin! Oh my–god!”

Your legs start quivering so much, the build-up is insane, three of his fingers start moving inside your cunt uncontrollably, hitting all the right spots. You squeal as his skilled fingers continue making a mess of you, the sheets wet with your cream as you feel your high approaching quickly. Soobin watches you closely in amusement, your thrown back head, eyes rolled to the back, mouth open. You never look so beautiful, gorgeous, very stunning, he could not take his eyes off you.

“Love you too, y/n. So much, baby. Come for me, hmm? I got you,” his soft voice accompanies your loud whines. Beyond his expectation, he’s getting more than what he wanted. As the pleasure increases, you could not hold it in so you suddenly squirt all over him. Your surprising outcome that shocks even you makes you squeal, as you hold onto his shoulder for support. You have never even squirted before.

“Oh fuck, fuck, baby,” Soobin groans, collecting the liquid to smear it all over your aching pussy. “You just did that, for me?”

You are given not much time to recollect your thoughts when you are suddenly being wrapped around his arms, he’s setting you into another position. The touch on your hips are far from gentle as you are manhandled on all fours before him. Before you can complain, his tip is already inside, soon you are swallowing his whole length. Your eyes widen at the change of angle, much more intense than before.

“That was so hot, babe, damn, you want me to ruin you that bad? You like it when I’m fucking you rough?” he’s whispering in your ears, hand coming down to land a smack on your pretty flesh bare on his hips.

“Mmngh, oh! Sen—sensitive, oh please,” your weak hands wobbly in finding support on the sheets, grabbing whatever you can to stay arched for him.

He stays silent at your plea, ignoring it as the slapping skin of his against your increases in sound, his thrust fast and precise for his own release. Your drenched pussy makes nasty noises as his cock rams inside, sounding like music to his ears. "You can take it, come on, be a big girl," leaves his lips wheneve your legs almost give up, his big hands hold you up, not letting you go anywhere further than now.

“Look so cute, you want to be filled, sweetie?” he’s dirty talking now, your mind already going anywhere you find yourself nodding desperately. His cock twitches inside, forcing you to take the whole of him, his tip dangerously poking to your cervix by now. And god, does it feel so good.

“Yes, come in me please,” the honeyed voice of yours could never make him deny you, you are his baby after all, his length buried so deep inside you before his hips shake. The thrust is now shaky and unstable as his cum spills, warming your inside. “Argh, fucking take it!” Soobin grunts.

Immediately after he’s done, he’s pulling himself out, letting the combined release of yours leak. Carefully, he takes your waist, helping you to lay on your back, head pillowed by the softness of your plushie on the bed. You moan at the sight around your legs, his lips pressing kisses around your thighs, anywhere near your pussy but there to not let the oversensitivity overcome you. Your eyes then follow his movement, kneeling to scoot closer to you as he removes the hair strand from your face.

“Satisfied?”

“Never have been so before. Thank you, I love you,” you confess. His hands are now finding home on your back, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

“Love you more, baby. Did it hurt?” he’s asking, eyes wandering around your expression for honesty, afraid he has taken it too far. Your head shakes as you smile, convincing him that all is good. He lets out a sigh of relief, your night spent together while he takes care of you like always.

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i accidentally posted the soobin fic 😭😭😭 it is deleted now very humbling experience from tumblr

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HUH

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Omg is there a mafia theme au wip of cyj???? I really do love your works and I hope your well! Happy (belated) easter by the way and any hint or spoiler about it? I just can't wait. Knowing your current priorities, I don't know when it will ne posted but there's no rush alright? I'm just too into that shit so that's why I could not hold horses so I came here to ask! You don't know how much I love A+ for fucking of Kth and Unbox your present of Cyj! (I'm currently reading your other works too btw) and I'm a mowajjunnie and mafia themes have me on chokehold!

Anyway, no rush and have a good day!

omg anon i'm sorry i took forever to answer you 😭 idk if you're still here so if you are, hi! i am doing well just quite busy with my studies. thank you for the wishes :D

the mafia!au with yeonjun is currently in writing! i sort of plan it to be y/n escaping from her current husband, he was toxic, abusive and y/n has been trying to escape from him since the first day they were married (she was in an arranged marriage with the man...)

little did she knew she falls right into the hands of an equally, if not more dangerous man, yeonjun who is the mafia's gang leader. yeonjun of course helped her, but a helping hand is not always free. he could use something, that only y/n is able to do.

and i'll leave the rest unspoiled! i could only tell that it's not coming very soon, i would have it up on my page hopefully by march 2025.

ohh anon i'm also a moawajjunie!! (also ot5>>>) i'm glad you liked my writing, i hope this becomes a healing page for you!! ❤️‍🩹 hopefully your day went well too!