spicynova

[spicynova]

a/n: upon request, here’s part 2 for this post! :3 so glad yall enjoyed the first, hope yall like this one! ( yup, same dazed korea soobin photoshoot lol )

pairing: college nerdy!soobin x college fem!reader.

warnings: mdni. nsfw. 2.6k words of pure smut lol, switch soft-dom soobin! ( & switch reader ), riding on the couch, detailed descriptions of body parts (?), kinda really messy, studying/quizzing as dirty talk lolll, praise kink, big dick soobin, size kink, mentions of anatomy terms, soobin calls reader many pet names ( baby, kit, lovey, love, etc.. ), mentions of mating cycles (?), eating candies during sex, unprotected sex ( wrap it uppp! ), creampies, not proofread lolll, etccc…

… ꨄ

right when the hour reached the clock, you’re slamming your books shut and springing up from your chair. the way you walked was as if you were on a mission and it really is that way. the last five minutes of your study session wasn’t even put into actually retaining the words on the paper you stared at, your mind just as jittery as your body while you counted down the minutes — the seconds.

your thighs clenched together, not thinking about muscles unless they were soobin’s, thinking of the way you’re about to jump his bones — not the ones pictured on the boring book in front of you. you heard his occasional laughter, probably mindlessly watching that anime he so loves and all you want to do is say fuck it and go to him. but finally, the little arm of the clock reached the spot you’ve been waiting for and you’re already on the way to your man.

with every deep breath, you lightly pad across the entire house, turning the corner into the open spaced house and finally reaching where you heard his familiarly low humming chuckle. you don’t even give him time because you waited long enough. he looks the same as you left him, even more sunken into the couch from how comfortable he’s gotten.

arms crossed, legs spread and hanging.

and once his eyes land on yours, he can just tell.

“i want my reward now.” your voice was soft, but assertive as you pace towards him with such a hurry. he doesn’t move for a second and decides to just stare at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, tired eyes full of a sort of gaze. as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly you want, if you mean it, if he should give it to you in another way. challenging, mischievous, darkened with a swirling lust.

you don’t know when he got up to get a lollipop from your junk food stash, but it’s there, the stick poking out from the corner of his heart shaped lips.

you just stare back…

until you motion for him to continue with your chin. you only move when he finally does after what seems to be the longest staring contest, his hands uncrossing to unbutton his khaki pants just as yours slip underneath the waist band of your lacy shorts and panties.

the tension was palpable between your eye contact.

all you can hear was the main protagonist of his favorite anime yelling and the sound of ruffling clothes as you both shuffle around to slip off your bottoms. you’re such in a hurry that you even help him shimmy off his own after kicking away your panties, hands pulling both his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs until his semi-hard cock sprung free, slapping against his lower navel — right underneath the hem of his university hoodie. he watches quietly as you get situated, audibly suckling on the sweet treat still melting in his mouth as you climb over him on the couch. his hands find their comfort spot on your waist, guiding you to sit over his cock as he breathes out a soft sigh.

now this feels so right.

you don’t waste any more time, it’s been a long hour. he can practically feel the wetness that accumulated over that small time, sliding against the underside of his cock everytime you rock your hips over him. he knows that hour was just torture for you; since you knew he was waiting for you all this time. he gazes at the erotic sight of you raising your hips to press his tip against your drooling entrance, eyelashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks as he huffs out a dreamy sigh through his nose when you finally sink down onto his thick length.

it felt so great; so amazing as your hands slide up his warm abdomen and underneath his white t-shirt, riding the fabric higher as he bottoms out completely into your clenching walls. the grip he had on your waist was everything you needed and it just felt so right. finally.

you don’t give yourself time to adjust, wanting your reward immediately as you roll your hips and feel him nudge in all the right place within your warm pussy. words can’t describe how full you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pick up a rhythm. it felt natural, felt so familiar, something that quells your every need. your swollen lips squished against the base of his pelvis as you rut harder, occasionally raising yourself to let gravity pull you back down with an audible smack.

a deep hum rumbles from his chest right against your hands that ride higher onto his pecs, resonating deep within your body as his hands lower to grip the plush of your thigh and hip.

of course, he wouldn’t say no to this and try to change the dynamics. of course, he was gonna let you ride him as a reward. he’ll let you take the reigns all the time if it meant watching you use him like he was nothing but your personal pleasure toy — especially if he was this comfortable and lazy already.

he was trying to assess you earlier but by the assertive tone of your voice, he already knew you would want to take control of everything. and he’s so willing for it. his long fingers spread to engulf more of your skin in his wide palms, gripping around the side of your ass and massaging it as you continue to fuck yourself on him. he does nothing, says nothing but just watch. watching you fall apart everytime you split yourself open with his thickness in silence to hear the way you struggle.

watch as your wetness string in outstretched, clear webs from the base of his cock and between your legs everytime you lift yourself upwards, humming at the squelching sound of your connected sexes everytime you drop back down. watch as his thick cock disappear within your plush mound and slightly bulge underneath the skin of your lower navel everytime he digs deep. watch as your thighs quake underneath his hand from every occasional roll of your jerking hips. you can feel his dick fully harden, soaking in your wetness, stuffing every fat inch inside your sopping cunt.

your fervent nature only increases once your eyes open again to gaze at his features; he seems calm, almost stoic as he continues to watch the mess you create on top of him. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed underneath his messy bangs from concentration, pouty lips pursed around the lollipop stick that he’s forgotten to suck, his cheeks hollowed and jawline shadowed from the light of the tv.

he just takes. lets you give what you want to him.

you follow his gaze, watching the veins running along the back of his hands protrude as his grip tightens around your perspired flesh.

“tell me… what you’ve learned.” you suddenly hear him ask in a muffled hum around the lollipop, and he sounds so gone already. voice absolutely lazy, words drawn out and rolling off his tongue in a languid tone.

he wants to hear, to see if you’ve actually been studying or not, much to your dismay. but you would also know how quick he can turn the tables if you give him the wrong answer— because he’s done it before, stopping you in the middle of a good fuck to make you go back to your room, lock you in and have you study for another hour as punishment.

it’s a blessing and a curse to have such a nerdy boyfriend.

“skeletal muscle.” you sigh out, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as you work harder to find the retained information in your mind and your sweet spot deep in your insides with his cock.

“mmm.. mhm?” continue, your mind supplies from the expectant tone of his words. do good, be good, keep going for soobin.

“functions are…” your words are airy light as your hazy eyes focus on the way your slick bubbles, how it shines the rosy skin of his length. “produce body movement, maintain posture and positions, support tissues…”

you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, breathlessly, because those are the exact muscles you’re straining now to fuck yourself on your boyfriend.

his hand grips your thigh tighter as a reminder. “uh-huh..”

“m-maintains body temperature, stores nutrients..” you huff out, letting your head roll on your neck and rest on your shoulder as your hips gyrate in a clockwise motion. it was all clockwork to you, catching up on the time you’ve missed out on already. you can feel him throbbing deep within your pussy, his hips gently rutting upwards into yours.

“it’s voluntary movement…”

“and?”

“and it’s-they’re striated?” you hum, octave rising as your voice only melts into nothing but a breathless whine.

you could be saying random shit but knowing soobin, he would actually call you out for the wrong answers. he sucks in a breath as he seemingly thinks, trying himself to find the right answer — even though it’s hard when you’re feeling the knot in your lower stomach grow tighter.

his head rolls to the side as his heavy gaze zeroes onto your sticky mess, as if he was checking it out before nodding only once.

“continue.” his tongue pushes the lollipop stick to the other side of his full pout.

“they never contract … unless.. unless- uhmm,” you’re falling prey to the pleasure, straight ecstasy melting into your nerves and liquifying your bones as his tip prods against your sweet spot. a soft moan was all you could puff out next, head hanging forward as his hand suddenly smacks against the thick plush of your ass.

a couple seconds pass by. he loves the sound your insides make when you fuck down on him but he wants to hear your voice, whether it’d be hoarse or not. he grabs at your jiggling skin, helping you out and pushing you back into a rhythm as he hums for you to continue.

“uhm isn’t an answer, kit. unless what?”

“uhh… unless stimulated by a nerve.” the nerves inside you are going haywire for a fact, muscles contracting deep within your core and fitting his cock snuggly as you finish your sentence with a jumbled mess of incoherent words.

“nerve connections that are severed…? the… muscle is paralyzed after.” you ramble in a soft moan, arms trembling as you fight to hold yourself upwards longer.

“good one. and you wanna tell me what is it called when the paralyzed muscle shrinks?” of course he would ask this randomly; he definitely knows about this already and you curse underneath your breath.

“uhhhm..”

“c’mon, lovey..”

“fuck, i dunno, soobin, i think imma come..” you whine pitifully instead, ignoring his lower hum of discontent to focus throwing your ass back onto his hips with each plop. it sounds lewd, your favorite sound.

“answer my question and i’ll let you, you know this.”

“my goddd, soobin-“

“what is it called?” he repeats in a low, shaky tone, sighing softly as he allows you to lose some control. despite it all, it seems like he’s in no mood to bother you with a punishment, his hands locking around your body to keep you closer instead of pulling you up and off of him like usual after any wrong response.

it takes you a while to answer, trying to deflect the sound of wet skin smacking and file through your clouded brain with crumbling focus. your fingers curl into fists against his smooth skin, marking with scratches from your nails along the action as your clenched teeth and trembling lips finally part in a restrained whimper. only then does his gaze finally meets your face, watching your pained expression melt with pure bliss, eyes scrunched tight behind your messy hair and pout quivering.

“d…denervation… atrophy.” it comes out in a warbling whine, breath audible as you gasp. “it’s denervation atrophy.”

he doesn’t reply with anything other than a soft hum, his legs spreading further apart between your quivering thighs.

“there you go,” he coos, letting his hand come down onto your ass again. “go ‘head, use me, make me cum, baby.”

and you do exactly that, rolling your hips with such fever he would think you were actually a sick bunny on the third day of your heat. it’s intense, his heart racing underneath your palms on his chest. it doesn’t take long till his sighs turn into softer whines, his head rolling back to the arm rest of the couch as his pleasure builds over the edge.

again, you’re making up for the time you’ve lost.

“fuuuck me… want me t’ cum inside?”

“gimme.. g-gimme- give it to me,” you gasp, thighs clutching his thighs tighter together as you rut his thick cock impossibly deeper, until he finally lets go.

the feeling of his thick load spurting deep within your walls, white webs trickling down his cock from where he was nudged was almost fulfilling — quite literally. you finally got what you wanted and more as the sensation triggers your own release. crashing waves of endorphins buzz throughout your body, trembling at the sound of his groans and the sensation of your puffy clit grinding against his pelvis from how flushed close you were.

he doesn’t let go of you, hands tight around your thighs and eyes trailing back down to ogle the even stickier mess you both left. you can feel when he pushes your thighs further apart, hear when he outright moans at the sight of his cloudy white cum seeping out from your cunt and ringing around the base of his cock. there was silence other than your audible gasps, your unfocused eyes trail back to his face. you could purr in content upon observing the way he assesses your messy sex. his tongue is red and glistening with saliva, lollipop slightly lolled out from his gaping mouth. he looked great.

and when he suddenly met your gaze, all you could both do was let out breathless giggles and scoffs, his arm raising toward his forehead to rest and somehow cool his sweat with the back of his hand.

it runs down his face, taking the lollipop out his mouth on the trail there as you open your palms back over his chest, planting them gently while arching your body closer into his. you don’t think twice to open your mouth once he offers the sweet treat passed your lips, sucking on it fruitfully with the less amount of strength you have left.

you need the sugar after such intense activity.

“there’s your reward.” he offers in a raspy murmur, peering at you with his familiar, dimpled grin.

… ꨄ

a/n: when you write a fic to remember notes/terms for an anatomy exam, & this is what you get🫡 also, apologies for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language !!! ( nerd soobinnn <3333 tysm for reading!! )

[spicynova]

nerdy!soobin would definitely put you in this predicament :)

pairing: college nerd!soobin x college reader

cws: 1.7k words, mostly fluff, study sessions with soobin!, slightly suggestive towards the middle & the end lol, soobin calls reader pet names ( lovey, love, baby, pretty girl ), he’s kinda strict w/ reader ( only cause he wants you to do well ).

a/n: heavily inspired by soobin’s 2024 dazed korea photoshoot (specifically the photo above) :)

… ꨄ

you were just munching on some of the chocolate covered pretzels you found in the junk food stash of the kitchen cabinet when you stopped altogether in your tracks once you saw your boyfriend.

you didn’t even realize when he got home since you were busy going through some study material and annotating notes for finals week, heavily engrossed on nothing but the thought of passing these last exams with flying colors.

maybe that’s the reason why you weren’t aware of his presence or the fact that he didn’t make it known. you know he could do this because he’s done it before, not wanting to interrupt your intense focus on studying.

because he knows the minute you know of his presence, you would want a 30 minute break that ends up being however long your night was until you both fall asleep into the next day.

you took a quick snack break but you didn’t think you would see him at all. has time really passed that quick?

upon seeing you as well, his eyes peel away from the tv screen to your face and immediately his lips widen into a soft smile.

“hey, pretty girl.” he mumbles loud enough to reach you from across the living room. “didn’t wanna interrupt your scholar activities.”

and after scanning his entire frame in a doubt take, you can say for once that you’re truly happy he decided to do that.

he would’ve definitely distracted you with this look he got going on and you might even combust because of the nonchalant vibe of his current position.

he looks good. great even.

the kind of good that your brain kinda of short circuits everytime you realize his existence.

there he laid in all his glory;

sprawled over your couch with a huge, dark blue university hoodie that looks great enough to steal and a white tee bunched up underneath, arms crossed over his stomach and hood over his fluffy black locks, comfortably tucked right underneath his jawline. he wore his usual straight khaki cargo pants, legs spread wide apart with one foot hanging off the edge of the couch.

what you couldn’t rip your eyes away from was his exposed abdomen, slightly revealed underneath the shirt and hoodie. it must’ve rode upwards from any movement before, but now you’re just ogling at how his features were accentuated perfectly by just something this natural yet particular.

something about your silence and straight stare made him move a bit and now you’re realizing the small grin mixing in with his smile, snapping yourself out from your thoughts by rapidly blinking your rounded eyes— as if that was going to do anything.

“hi, baby,” you spoke softly and slightly muffled with the pretzel in your mouth, trying so hard to keep your voice neutral as you pad closer towards him on the couch. his arms stood crossed over his chest as his eyes racked over your entire frame once you got closer, uncrossing only when you reached a distance enough for him to wrap a hand around your midriff.

his palm is searing hot against your bare skin- probably from being tucked into his body heat for long or probably because your overheating self in general.

“i’m almost done,” you murmur, feeling him rub the side of your waist in a gentle manner, something he does to soothe or comfort as if it was his first instinct. it’s your favorite combo; the gentle touches and his round eyes peering up at you through his messy bangs. “just taking a snack break..”

“yeah?” his low voice was just as soft as he looked, just as comforting yet heavy as his gaze. there’s something there in his dark irises, something twinkling as his long fingers curl around the dip of your waist. “and how’s that going for you, hm?”

he adjusts his head higher on the crook of the back cushion and arm rest to face you directly, waiting for his answer with a soft smile.

he must know what he’s doing to you.

the natural lighting that pours into your house and surrounds your boyfriend in this beautiful glow was definitely sent by the glowing gods exactly for him; shaping his chiseled jawline and facial features perfectly by shadowing his harsh lines and highlighting his soft plumped edges.

“uhmm…” you quickly seat yourself, which happened to be the space between his waist and the edge of the cushion, legs curling and tucking your knees into his body as he rests his arm over your pressed thighs underneath his armpit. “it’s going okay. i just have to study the muscles chapter for anatomy and then i should be done for today..”

you nod as you bite into another piece of the pretzel — to keep yourself from not losing it completely as you meet his gaze. the way he actually listens, paying full attention and even nodding softly after each sentence..

“oh? sounds like you’ve gotten far,” he hums. “i’m very proud of you, lovey.” his hand runs down the side of your upper thigh out of comfort and affection, your other hand falling on top of his.

he always has to be touching you somehow. to show his love language in some way.

“mhmm, thank you, soobie.” you murmur with a pause, before you offer him a pretzel too. he nods and opens his pouty lips for you to feed it to him, letting his tongue engulf the treat before he closed his mouth.

“mmnn, they’re good..” he spoke in between chews, shifting to rest his other arm behind his head. the movement makes his shirt and hoodie tug up higher and you might just be going more insane.

He kept his eyes on you the entire time, observing your movements and mannerisms that began to slacken. He assessed how you snuggled closer to the couch to prevent yourself from falling off.

or maybe cause he knows you’re starting to fall prey to your procrastination and wanting more of his warmth like always. this is how it always goes.

at least that’s what he thinks; he doesn’t know that you’re busy shifting and squirming closer because of your desire to quell the familiar warmth that rises from deep within your body upon seeing him.

this natural, this casual, all for you and waiting for you.

you stay in silence, letting your eyes trail over his outfit, admiring his beauty.

“baby,” his tone suggests that he knows what you’re doing, set as a gentle warning as his hand reaches over the slightest to pat your rounded butt. “cmon, go do your last thirty minutes and then we can cuddle. promise.”

“but-“ you already begin to whine in defense and in attempt on having him give in. nerdy soobin never lets you miss any studying because he knows how important it is.

“go. it’s not like i’m going anywhere,” he drawls out in such a lazy tone, folded arm behind his head shifting as he gets more comfortable on the couch. “i’ll be right here when you come back.”

something in you wants to just tell him how you truly feel, why you’ve been ogling him for so long but another thing lets you know that he knows why as well. the tiny grin smile on his lips, the narrowed look on his face, the slightly raised eyebrows — it all gives off that drowsy look he’s portraying, but with glint of mischief.

“soobie,” a soft whine falls from your pout, hand reaching up to tug on his hoodie strings and fingers twirling the material. “i’m tired..” you tried, you really did.

he knew you were tired; you must’ve started since early because of how you look. you didn’t even try slipping off your bedtime clothes before you got to work, his smile widening as he took the beauty in front of him.

“i know baby, but another 30 minutes wouldn’t hurt after studying all evening.” he supplies, still patting your butt lightly. “c’mon, think of me as your good reward for being a great scholar, yeah?”

“but what if i want my good reward now?” it might be a bit cheesy and even soobin knows it, his bunny nose scrunching in slight digust. once you push and shove him, his grimace turns into a bright smile as he giggles, holding your hands away from hitting him. “soobin…”

“noooo,” he drawls out in a rasp, his fluffy hair falling over his eyes as he shakes you from his hold on your hands. “come back after your thirty, you thirsty animal.”

okay, so he did know.

“but i only want cuddles-“

“mhm, yeah. you don’t think i can tell the differences of what faces means what already?” he supplies, twisting his neck to eye you once again. he’s so sassy.

there’s no point in denying it either.

“okay, but you expected me to act this way so i don’t wanna hear it..” you huff, rolling your eyes as your lower lip curls further down once he pulled you closer to lean over his stomach. “you knew what you were doing putting this on.”

“what, my regular clothes?” he scoffs back in an incredulous tone, hands letting go of yours to wrap around your body and pull you closer. “you shouldn’t be talking?”

now it’s your turn to squint your eyes at him, highly confused about his comment and he sees this, but doesn’t add on. instead, he pulls away abruptly and pushes you into a standing position despite your loud whines.

“go, i won’t say it again,” he softly reprimands, chuckling at the way you slouch your posture and turning you away from him. “i’ll be waiting here for you, like a good boy..”

he gives your butt one last pat before you’re huffing. he hums, snacking on the last pretzel you gave him and watching you trudge back.

“i might give you more than just cuddles if you study for an hour..” he finally calls out, and you’re immediately running back to your room to do exactly that.

curse him. you can hear him laughing at the sound of you running.

“have fun!!”

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a/n: there’s a part 2 to this post … lmk if you want me to post it :) tehhehehhehhhhhh