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kiztae · 10 months

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hi! if ur not too busy do u think u could come up with something for size kink w soobin? pls & thank you ! 💛

SIZE KINK — c.soobin

genre: afab!reader, very suggestive, brothers bestfriend!soobin, bulge kink, size kink (duh), making out, dry humping, dirty talk? that's probably it. wc: 1.8k [requested]

a/n: might be a bit short. hope you enjoy anon!

just like any other saturday, soobin came over to visit your older brother beomgyu and spend the rest of it playing games in his room. it wasn't new to find soobin in the living room, sitting in the couch and scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

it was only natural, considering he almost lived there with you guys with how often he’d come by. so when you crossed his path, you didn't really mind it and conformed to uttering a soft 'hi soobin' before stepping into the kitchen.

"hi y/n" he looks up with a raise of his eyebrows in acknowledgment, shutting off his phone and standing up slightly to move towards the kitchen island. "how's today treating you?" he inquires with a playful smile as he leans over the counter with his elbows.

“it’s treating me fine, soobin. what about you?” you say between yawns while pouring yourself a glass of water.

you had just woken up a few minutes ago, whenever it was sunday you allowed yourself to sleep in as much as you’d like. which is why you were currently standing in the kitchen, wearing your small pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt you found in your brothers room, at noon.

“so far, so good. but i have to say, it’s even better now that you’re here.” he adds boldly, looking down at the marble and then back up at you.

you could see his eyes glimmer mischievously as he ended his sentence, the two orbs dropping lower and trailing down your exposed collarbones, your chest that was exposing just about enough cleavage to help his imagination, and finally, your hands. everything about you looked so dainty and small, soobin couldn’t help but think about how adorable and weirdly hot he found it.

hell, he knew it was wrong to think about his best friend's little sister under this lewd light but it was just so hard not to.

“you really have a way with words don’t you? save them for the girls on your campus.” you grin in response, emptying the glass of cold water in your mouth and feeling the new energy flowing through your body.

if you had to be honest, it’s not like you hadn’t thought about soobin like that before. you were aware of how attractive he was and especially how close to your ideal type he proved to be. soobin was tall, handsome and a literal giant in proportions but also adorable and cute at times.

nevertheless, you pushed those thoughts away quickly whenever you remembered who he was to you. he was your brother’s best friend, he was older than you, he had many other things he could care about other than you… so why bother?

sure, it wouldn't be awful to have some fun with him, especially after not having any form of sexual activity in the past months (not even a kiss), but you were sure it was all not going to happen anyway. so, you tried your best to stay unfazed by his comments and approaches, figuring he was just teasing you.

“i’m not sweet talking you y/n. i’m—“ before he could continue, beomgyu walked into the room with a loud “you can use the shower now!”, signaling that you could start your morning routine and that he could get back to hanging out with his best friend.

“what are you doing here? you could’ve waited in my room man.” he says with an awkward laugh as he taps his friend’s back.

“well, see you around.” you bid your goodbye and go off to continue with your day, not bothering to finish the earlier conversation.

why was getting up suddenly so hard? some sort of heavy weight was placed on top of you, not letting you move up or even around in the room of your mattress. this was not like any other sunday morning. were you still dreaming? after squirming in place for a little more you opened your eyes slowly and looked around despite the hazy vision of your only recent wake up call.

moving around (if you could even call it that) helped you figure out two things: 1. whatever it was that was stopping you was laying half on top of you and pressing your side 2. it was breathing. as soon as you realized the second, you started kicking your feet up and turning around in a hurry like crazy.

"woah—! what the—!" the lump under the other blanket started to blurt out in panic, until it moved up and revealed itself. that's when you were met with a confused soobin with the biggest case of bed hair you've seen.

before you could process it, he swiftly took your wrists into his hands and pushed them against the mattress effortlessly, shifting completely on top of you to keep your legs caged between both of his on your sides with ease. finally, if he got kicked once more he was sure he would get bruises.

"hey—!" you shout against his defense before his right palm comes up to cover your mouth clumsily. it was ridiculous how much of your face his hand covered then, all of your jaw and part of your neck being hidden behind it.

"shhh. don't you realize it's super early in the morning?" he whisper-shouts back, frowning and staring into your eyes, finally.

you relaxed and twisted your head around to take in the room, noticing that it was indeed still dark and that the sunset hadn't even happened yet. once you took it in, you took in the sight of soobin, at last. he was breathing loudly, his hair messy, his shirt hanging low on his chest and his eyes waving around as he looked into yours.

"why are you in my bed?" you murmur with a confused frown once he removed his hand, your breathing starting to speed up when you realize the position you're in right now. god, you hoped he was still sleepy enough to not notice the pink blooming in your cheeks.

"i— i don't know. i thought i went into beomgyu's room after i woke up to drink some water... but i guess not." he trails off, his eyes dipping lower from your eyes to your neck, your disheveled hair, your shirt that bunched up and exposed your waist, until he came back up to stare at your mouth for longer.

"i guess not..." you imitate quietly when your gaze also lays on his pouty lips and then back to his eyes.

"i'm sorry y/n" he states in a more deep voice, his tone sounding hushed as he leaned in closer to you, the hand holding your wrist pushing further up and the other dipping the mattress on your side.

"huh? for what?" you mutter out in surprisement at the sudden apology, your voice breaking softly once you feel him get closer.

"for not holding myself back." he whispers back, his hand interlacing with yours and pinning it deeper into the sheets as he catches your breath in a swift kiss. the action earned a small gasp from you, your form stiffening under his hold briefly, unsure of what was happening, until you sighed into his mouth and leaned in.

he softly groaned in satisfaction once he felt you relax and open your mouth more for him, granting him permission to kiss you deeper. "i'm such a shit best friend aren't i? i just couldn't hold it in anymore." he comments as he leaves your lips for a second, the loss of contact already making you disappointed.

but he doesn't stop. his free hand grazes your side softly and grasps your waist roughly, another gasp coming from you that's quickly swallowed by soobin's lips on yours. his kisses are desperate, hungry even. it's like he doesn't want to waste a single second when he's kissing you.

his tongue dips into your bottom lip and then brushes against yours, the wet sound of it starting to get more noticeable as his mouth melts with yours. you weren't sure you expected soobin to get messy like this, saliva mixing with yours, kisses sloppy and needy, you were loving it.

soobin was heavy on top of you, he was making sure he didn't lay his whole body weight, knowing for sure he would crush you, but he was letting himself press against you just enough for you to be trapped below him. if he wanted to, he could do anything he wanted to you, easily. he could make you his personal ragdoll, move you around however he wanted, take you however he wanted.

as his mouth detached from yours to dip lower and start biting and nipping at your neck, the hand on your waist trailed up and stopped right before your breast. "can i? please.." he says in a hushed voice as he licks a small stripe on the bites he left, his breathing ragged already. following your nod he takes your breast in his hand, his grasp being enough to cover it whole. once he gets permission his hands start roaming around your body more and more, grabbing whatever he can. his palms kneading your ass, then playing with your nipples, grasping your hip tightly as he groans into your mouth between kisses.

"you're so small— i could break you if i'm too rough, couldn't i?" he purrs into your ear, biting your earlobe gently and grinning. he didn't know what got into him but seeing you so weak and helpless in his hold was driving him crazy, he never knew he was so big until now.

"you're just— too big." the whiny tone in your voice as you replied was what did it for him. how could you say that to him and expect him not to go insane?

"fuck, don't do that to me." he blurts out as he lets his head fall on your chest, his hands tightening around your hips. "i won't be able to stop." he warns before his fingers dig into your sides and he pushes himself against you, his giant bulge rubbing on your underwear harshly.

"oh my god— soobin, you're huge" you moan out as the shocks of pleasure hit you, your hips instantly jolting forwards to meet his. at this, he starts thrusting his hips harder and faster against you, rocking the bed carelessly.

"yeah? bet that if i fucked you, you'd have a bulge right here. wouldn't you baby?" he questions while rubbing your tummy right above where his dick was pushing into you. "i'd fuck you so deep, you'd feel it in your stomach." he adds with a smirk, looking right into your eyes as if to taunt you. he never once stopped rocking his hips against you, the tip of his cock starting to leak through his boxers and onto your panties, hitting you right with each thrust.

"then do it." you plead in between whines, taking his cheek in your hand and staring into his eyes desperately. "fuck me until you break me."

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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⌨️ CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S “POV” !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, suggestive, hurt comfort if you wanna squint, established relationship!au | w — ur sitting in his lap just a heads up

a/n — not over “empty headed just you” soobin, not over it at all. help me. please.

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS 34 + 35 !!

sitting on his lap while he's typing away on his desktop pc— head on your shoulder, eyes glazing over the screen. his lips on your exposed shoulder, leaving wet kisses and lightly groaning, totally tired and out of it. again, soobin wasn't the type to act lovey dovey in public, or even private, much of the time. you'd barely see him do much, he'd resort to other ways of expressing his love— like telling you your hairstyle compliments your outfit, or would bring home something yummy from the bakery.

but moments of the night, clock ticking to show 1:46 AM, and after a long day of typing away at a screen at work, here he was, typing away at home. he'd give it up if it wasn't for knowing it'll pay off later in the future. but right now, he was stuck with feeling absolutely fucked over by his daily routine, mind in shambles and not a thought behind his eyes when he'd lay down to sleep.

and that's where you came in, giggling echoing in the room as water from the humidifier sloshed and sputtered, sounds of his lips on your skin, vibrations of his heartbeat on your back— clicking of the keyboard inconsistent because he couldn't love you and work at the same time. and sometimes he'd halt the typing, fingers on your thighs as he moved his legs to wrap around your waist, help to receive adequate blood supply. “can't feel m’ feet,” he'd chuckle lazily, pressing his forehead on the back of your neck.

and you'd flick your fingers at his feet to tease him, and feel him shudder because he's feeling stars in his legs. and he'd squirm, tightening his legs around you and letting out a struggled giggle, an extended whine as he'd say, “stop it!”

and the boring old document would be forgotten when you'd ask if you could flip to face him— and you'd see what a mess he was. tears brimming in his eyes from being overstimulated by literally anything, neck weak and laying his head on the headrest, lips apart and full, glistening from the kisses. and he'd ask with a burning sensation on his cheeks if you could run your fingers on his temples, eyes fluttering shut at the contact and letting out a sigh.

and he'd start blabbering, you don't even know what he's talking about—muttering about his “stupid fuckin’ boss” and the “stupid fuckin’ colleagues.” and how much he just wished he could do this forever, feel like this forever— warm in his chest and tingles in his cheeks, loving the way the bridge of your nose on his neck and your scent wafting around him.

and when you'd tell him you felt the same, poor boy was shocked out of his mind. the mere idea of the extent of his feelings being reciprocated was too much, and he'd apply more force to his fingers while rubbing the skin on your back. he'd ask, “do you really?” as if it was a surprise, and you'd remind him you've been dating for nearly 2 years. of course you'd mean it.

and he'd press his lips together in thought, like no shit, soobin. and you'd giggle at him, pinching his cheeks and asking if he was growing stupider the more he spent his hours at work.

but no, that wasn't the case. not at all. couldn't you see it was you— his eyelids had your picture tattooed to them, his chest would involuntarily stop to match your breathing with his own, his fingers would itch for the feeling of your skin, his lips belonged to you. even if he was able to spend a few hours with you, you'd have him growing stupider with any sentence you'd say to him. and the way you didn't even know, didn't you see you were driving him insane?

“god,” he'd mutter with a gasp, head turning away as he grew shyer with you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

“i feel like i just fell in love with you all over again.”

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majestyjun · 1 year

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what if…dom!soobin who gets home from work and sees you in one of his burton up shirts that is way to big for you. along with little shorts and thigh high black lacy stockings. dom!soobin who takes you to your shared room and gets turned on by how small you are compared to him >< dom!soobin who gives you a tummy bulge after your second orgasm and cums right when he sees the outlining of his dick in your cute little tummy. dom!soobin who cums inside you by accident and ends up cockwarming you for the rest of the night.

morning after you can’t walk normally and he has to carry you around the apartment which leads to some more dirty thoughts… 👀👀

-(can i be the 🩰 anon?)

# husband!soobin + size kink

tw. f!reader, soobin works a 9-5 LOL corporate guy, size kink, bulge kink, marriage kink, cream pie, pillow princess (somewhat), slight tit play, unprotected. nsfw + minors dni !! not proofread

a/n. soobrangdans n their size kinks for soobin >< actually so cute tho ahaha n hehe 🩰 is all for u ^^

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“fuck…” a soft sigh escapes soobin’s heart shaped lips, his head resting in his hands as his eyes flutter shut, exhausted from blue light exposure and long hours. a stack of fresh papers littering his desk, laptop opened to yet another file to be completed. fatigue weighing heavy on his shoulders, so long ago he had his last coffee the scent vanished. so much for working “solid” hours, groaning upon glancing at his watch. eight thirty-seven… and he was supposed to be a nine to five, but here he was, overtime on a friday. blinking tiredly, as if by a magnetic, unconscious whisper, his gaze drifts to the golden band on his left ring finger. glimmering in the low light, a soft sheen on a simple promise. warmth blooms in soobin’s chest, spreading beneath his white dress shirt, drawing a small smile on his perfect lips. heartwarming thoughts lifting the corners of his lips, fingers coming up to touch his wedding ring affectionately, soft metal smooth against his fingertips. with a blink, as if he can hear your sweet voice whispering in his ear as he reaches into his desk, searching through miscellaneous office supplies before finding a pair of glasses. “soobin, remember to wear your blue light glasses, your eyes will hurt otherwise!” your small hands gently adjusting the glasses on his face, standing on tiptoe to make sure they’re straight, chest pressed to his. soobin’s hands automatically coming to rest on your waist, making sure you’re balanced, a slight blush crossing his cheeks in the act. even though you’re married… he can’t help it, his sweet, darling wife so innocently touchy… blinking back to reality, and he’s back in his office, his long fingers rather than your smaller ones straightening his glasses. and at eight forty, a reinvigorated corporate worker on the seventeenth floor in a cluttered office types a little faster; after all, he has a cute wife waiting at home, doesn’t he?

his lanyard hanging from his neck, groaning as soobin finally shuts his laptop, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. ten sixteen, and he’s finally free for the week after over five hours of overtime. leave it to corporate to give overtime on a friday before the weekend, sliding his files and laptop into his briefcase before walking towards the elevator, past sparse rows of equally fatigued workers, the scent of coffee in the stale office air. cold air conditioning in the elevator as soobin heads down, typing on one hand a quick, ‘on my way home’ before exiting. night streets filled with corporate workers, a shared collective sigh of relief as they walk towards the subway. soobin, in his white button up tucked into long, black dress pants, a bit of alterations on them to accommodate his long legs, black tie and lanyard hanging from his neck, his dark hair slightly above the waiting crowd.

quietly, soobin’s pace quickening as he hurries down the building hall, fumbling for his keys. shit, he thinks, i’m so late. as if the day couldn’t have lasted any longer, his subway was stopped due to issues further up on the track, resulting in his subsequent attempts to flag down a cab… which was more difficult than intended due to unfortunate numbers of drunkards stumbling up to every cab for a ride home, and he didn’t really have the heart to tell them off. weary and tired from the long day, traffic on flooding the streets of seoul from late night friday partying and the subway chain issue… half past twelve. swearing softly, soobin unlocks the door to your shared apartment, quietly closing it behind him as he gazes over his shoulder. dark apartment, a subtle sweet scent from the kitchen. navigating through the darkness until his hand finds the light switch, an emptied dining table and washed dishes. “fuck…” soobin groans, running a hand through his hair, just knowing how you must’ve sadly put away dinner, the containers lining the fridge shelves confirming his suspicion. a growing sense of regret aching in his chest, slipping off his shoes and depositing his briefcase on the table before quietly walking towards the living room.

soft streetlights casting through the window, illuminating your sleeping form beneath a blanket, curled up on the sofa. your cheek resting against a pillow, arms wrapped around it in a tight embrace, just like you do to him every night… he’s really late, isn’t he? quietly as to not wake you up, soobin’s hands feel for the comforter falling off your form, slightly lifting up the edge to reposition it over you, a small, affectionate smile forming on his tired features as you shift sleepily… and send blood straight to his crotch. curling up tighter around the pillow, unconsciously lifting hem of his large dress shirt draped over your smaller figure, an average fit on him an oversized one on you. your small wrists and hands lost in the sleeves of his shirt, just a hint of your fingers peeking through the starched cotton. moonlight flitting through the window, casting a shine on the golden ring matching his on your finger. his sweet, darling wife, so small in his dress shirt… and a shadow covering your pretty legs has him unconsciously lifting the blanket further. heat rushes across his skin as he gazes upon your lovely legs, clad in a pair of thigh highs, as if you’d waited for him to come home to surprise him, but fell asleep. softly breathing, your chest rising and falling gently, so preciously unaware of your husband’s darkening thoughts. to run his hands over your perfect legs, trail kisses up your beautiful thighs, hear your unconscious whimpers of arousal as his hot breath warms your delicately wet panties wake his darling wife between her legs, so sweetly shy and unaware. to gently tug aside your undergarments, pretty folds glistening with a subconscious lewd, need for him, your saccharine cries as his fingers slide up your pussy… cock stiffening in his pants at such salacious thoughts toward you.

“soo…bin?” you soft mumble, sleepily rubbing your eyes with hands clad in his shirt sleeve, yawning tiredly, only for soobin’s arms to slide under your form, scooping you up without a moments hesitation. “hmm—mmph!” in an instant, his plush lips press to yours with an insatiable kiss, grip tightening around your smaller body. soft, confused gasps escaping your lips when he finally comes up for air, placing you down on the sheets, delicate as porcelain. your chest heaving with anticipation, yearning, breathless and flushed from the unexpected kiss, awoken by desire, lips parted as shy gasps escape. “sweetheart…” soobin sighs, appreciatively gazing upon your body, drunk on desire as his hands slide up your thighs, a growing heat in his crotch as he feels the transition between fabric and skin, so soft and tender, “let your husband take care of you?” his adoring gaze, roaming the curves of your smaller body, clad in his shirt, thighs clenched together in a delectable sight, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as his hands slide further between your legs, gently smoothing over your sensitive inner thigh, catching the air in your lungs. “mmm– y-yes!” you whimper, shyly covering your face to hide the flush crossing your cheeks, his long fingers appreciatively kneading the plus flesh, so dangerously close to your heat. “pretty wife, don’t hide anything from me,” soobin murmurs, gently catching both wrists in a single hand, firm grip tugging them away from hiding your face as he pins your hands down above your head, loving kiss pressed to your forehead, “don’t be shy, love.”

“s-soobin—nngh!” sweet, sugary whimpers escape your lips as soobin’s fingers press to your wet panties, tentatively rubbing a soft circle, bringing a lovesick smile to his lips. “you’re so far for me, doll,” he sighs, gently tugging at the wet fabric as he rubs the material between his fingers, dampening the pads of his fingers, “were you waiting for me? all dressed up for me?” “a-all for you!” a breath catches in your throat, the sensation of your panties sliding down your legs, cold air meeting your dripping, warm pussy. “be a good girl and don’t hide from me?” soobin murmurs, sitting beside you on the bed before gently lifting your body into his arms, so small against his large frame, long fingers spreading apart your legs as you whine and hide your face in his neck, unable to look at the wet mess of your cute cunt. one hand stroking your hair before resting on your waist, the other gently rubbing your pussy in a subtle line, before pushing past your folds in a soft squish of your essence coating his fingers. “hnng– t-too many!” you cry, clinging to his neck and shoulders as your arms wrap around his frame, eyes squeezing shut as two fingers prod past your entrance, tentatively feeling the soft, sensitive walls of your pussy, instantly tightly clenching down as his cold fingers penetrate. “have to prepare you, love,” soobin sighs, planting a kiss to the top of your head as you squirm in his lap, feeling his fingers slide further into your cunt, almost knuckle deep before he stops, “ready for me to move?” “m-mmhm,” you shakily mumble, a string of whimpers elicited as his fingers pump in and out of your tight cunt, a soft squelch as your folds cling to his fingers messily, coated in your arousal. his clothed, stiff cock pressing up against your leg, firm grip on your waist, fingers pleasuring your pussy, curling them slightly upon reaching your sweet spot, tears immediately springing to your eyes as you cling tighter, his name falling from your lips in a lewd moan of arousal.

“sweetheart, love you so much,” soobin sighs, so aroused by your pretty voice and saccharine, sweet responses, sugary submission to him as delicious cries of pleasure unfold, coming undone in his lap by his fingers, “let go for me?” and as the words leave his lips, his thumb presses on your sensitive clot, dragging over it in a teasing rub, fingers curling in your pussy, sending a pleasuring rush of heat straight to your core, instantly undoing the knot of pressure as your orgasm washes over, a tidal wave of tension released. trembling with pleasure, tearily sobbing into his shirt as your clothed hands tightly hold on to your husband, barely able to ground yourself as your pretty folds spill cum on his fingers, wet and glistening in moonlight as his fingers slide out of your clenching pussy, so delicately soft and tender. “so good for me, my wife,” soobin murmurs, wet fingers catching your jaw and tilting your chin up to face him, teary and flushed as his lips land on yours, hungrily swallowing your whimpers of love, moving tenderly yet forcefully with an innate desire for you. cum covered fingers clasping your face, your smaller frame nestled in his lap, your essence wetting his shirt beneath the cute swell of your ass, oh, he loves how ripe your body is, so sweet and purely tainted by him, your husband.

“spread your legs for me, doll?” soobin murmurs, gently placing your vulnerable body back on the sheets, his large frame overshadowing yours, hand taking yours as he rubs the ring on your finger, adoringly gazing upon your teary face. shyly, encouraged by his loving smile, your legs part, revealing your drenched core once more. “so good,” eyes roaming your body, his fingers coming to his shirt as he quickly undoes the buttons deftly. at the sight of him removing his shirt, your fingers hesitantly come to the buttons of yours, before soobin’s hands take yours, long fingers wrapping around yours, “keep it on for me, sweetheart?” “o-okay.” nodding, a soft smile adorns his lips as his shirt falls aside, hard cock straining against his pants, so big and girthy. “shh, i’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” soobin’s lowering voice reassuring, and yet still, a hiccup of nervousness escapes as he unzips his pants, pulling down his boxers. “hold on to my hand, promise you can do it,” his big hand lacing with your fingers, your palm so small in his as he presses a snowfall of light kisses to you face, your eyes clenched shut as the tip of his cock pushes past your sensitive folds. “nngh– s-soobin, t-too big!” you sob, pussy clenching down in his penetrating cock, a burning stretch overwhelming as your fingers squeeze his hand tightly, gripping the sheets with your other, small body squirming beneath him as his pushes in. “doing so good, sweetheart, so, so good for me,” soobin pants, straining with resisting the urge to sheathe his cock in your pretty folds in a single stroke, his nose brushing against your forehead, voice in your ear as he breathes words of loving affirmation, until his cock fills up your little pussy, all the way to the cervix.

“love,” soobin murmurs, “taking me so well, doll.” your soft whimpers, breaths quickening at the full feeling, pleasuring warmth radiating from your abdomen, cunt clenching down on his cock tighter when his hand guides yours to your tummy, pressing down gently. “mmmh— f-feels– full!” tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes, sweet, rapid gasps as his hand, so large, covers yours, pushing in and feeling his hard cock sheathed so deep inside you, his pretty wife, so small and full of him. pressure tightening in your core, tearfully mumbling a quiet sob of desire. as if love radiates from his skin, soobin’s thrusts filling you up, big cock kissing your cervix as his veiny shaft drags against your sensitive walls, eliciting a stream of whimpering cries. “s-soobin! f-feels g-good–! nngh–” skin against skin, a soft squelch as his cock, coated in your essence, pushes past your stretching folds, barely able to fit his massive length into your tight cunt. and joe pleasuring it is for him, to watch his beloved, sweet wife fall apart with overwhelming lewd pleasure on his big, lengthy dick, so small and somehow able to take him all the way, feeling your small hand under his as his cock twitches in your core, sensitive walls clenching down as he thrusts. and how much he loves it, a surge of immeasurable desire casting a spell on his mind, his darling wife, he can have this every day, forever his, until eternity. sweet love addictive, saccharine pleading cries as your orgasm approaches, and he’s never felt more in love. “s-soobin, so c-close–!” you sob, tears so lovely, staining your flushed cheeks as his lips meet yours in a lustful, love laced kiss, tongues tangling in a saliva covered romance, lost in euphoric pleasure of each other. and his hips pushing int yours, angling deeper before feeling your tight cunt clench, orgasm crashing down as you wail his name, before another kiss catches your cry, his cock twitching before spilling his cum into your cervix. “mmph– love y-you so much, my wife,” soobin gasps, a string of saliva connecting your lips before he dives in once more, so addicted to your taste and sensation, his dick pumping his seed into your small pussy. “nngh, so full!” lovingly caressing your soft tummy, thinking of how deep his seed has filled up his darling, before gazing upon the cum dripping from your pussy before he’s even pulled out… so full of his love and seed that you can’t even take it anymore~?

and such a lovely sight before him, you, his wife, splayed out in a dazed manner, saliva coating and dripping from your parted, swollen lips, body so small beneath him, subconsciously touching the visible bulge in your tummy, full of his cum and cock, seed dripping from your swollen folds around his cock, a white ring forming at the base of his shaft… and still clad in his shirt, so large and loose on your frame, thighs prettily decorated in thigh highs, oh, how he’d love to stain those with his seed. and as he pulls out, cum spills from your pussy as you tremble in shy pleasure, lost in a post orgasm haze. tentatively reaching out, soobin’s large hand takes yours, warm and soft, before pressing down into your tummy. to his lustful desire, seed spills from your folds, a deliciously inviting sight. and desire takes over, an urge to push his seed back inside your pussy, and fuck it deeper, n deeper, until it stays, when you’re so full of his cum, so belonging to him.angel,” soobin sighs, leaning over your vulnerable form once more, gently undoing the buttons of the front, revealing your soft breasts. “need you again,” he murmurs, his hand coming to cup your pretty, plush tits. so dazed and incoherent on his cock, all you know is that his love is addictive, nodding in a gaze of desire. and even if you cannot take another load, he’ll make sure you do, his hands softly kneading your breasts, lips nearing the soft plush. “mmmph–!” eliciting sweet whimpers, on the verge of overstimulation, as his length pushes back into your pussy, his lips landing on your delicate nipple, sucking on the bud as you squirm beneath him in unfamiliar pleasure. “let me love you more, my wife?”

sun flitting down, a halo illuminating upon soobin’s pale chest, softly rising and falling with sleeping breaths, his arms wrapped around yours in a tight hold… and his cock sheathed deep inside your folds, sticky cum coating your thighs. morning light revealing a mess of splotchy, red-purple hickeys across your plush breasts, blooming bruises on your waist from his tight hold last night. an aching soreness throbbing from your legs, shifting with a whimper of pain. “…nnngh– hmm?” soobin sleepily murmurs, stirring at your movement. “soobin… can’t move,” you mumble, a blush crossing your cheeks, too shy to mention his cockwarming state. “ ‘m too tired, stay with me,” and with that, his hold tighens, tucking your face back into his chest as he clings tighter, loving aura radiating from his skin as he presses a lazy kiss to your head. “want to clean up,” you begin, only for soobin to blink at you, his gaze blurry before slowly leaning down and planting gentle kisses on your face. “too warm here, honey, five more minutes?”

and by an hour later, soobin finally stirs again, feeling you whimper with aches, sliding off his soft cock with a struggle. “wait for me, love,” soobin mumbles sleepily, only for you to pause at the side of the bed. “soobin?” you whisper nervously, catching his attention. “what’s wrong, honey?” “can’t walk. f-feels too sore.” crawling over to his side of the bed, wincing with every move, clinging to his arm, “carry me?” with outstretched arms, you climb into his hold, before he scoops you up, so small and delicate in his arms… and maybe a bit too reminiscent of last night for him. having his darling wife’s sweet, delicate body fit in his arms, so small and reliant on him… brings back the remnants of desire as he gazes upon your skin, marked up chest with bites of love, your swollen pussy just visible, and your innocent, loving eyes upon him, face still flushed with the tears spilled last night. and as he walks into the bathroom, his cock stiffens with lustful need. “honey?” soobin whispers into your hair, hold tightening, his hand finding yours, feeling the smooth golden band wrapped around your finger, “let me make love to you?”

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hehe ik it’s been a while since i posted a full fic, hope u enjoyed n lmk what u think~~!

see i didn’t do breeding kink this time hehe

#sooby <3 #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #soobin smut #txt x reader #soobin x reader #txt x you #soobin x you #txt imagines #txt scenarios #soobin suggestive #mille.inbox #mille.anon #🩰 anon

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hybeboyenthusisast · 11 months

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ｌｏｓｅｒ➺ a choi soobin smau

genre: 18+, smut, angst, crack, social media au

trope: one sided enemies to lovers

starring: choi soobin, choi beomgyu, ahn hyejin, im nayeon, park jongseong, yang jungwon, han jisung, bangchan, and you, the reader!

ages of real people have been adjusted to fit the storyline :)

synopsis: university was meant to be a fresh start; freedom from the annoying twins that plagued soobin's life constantly. but the universe thought it would be fun to curse soobin with more time with them, specifically choi y/n, the twin he truly cannot stand. poor y/n, crushing on a boy who wants nothing to do with her.

please don't copy my work, repost it elsewhere, and really really, don't post my work and pretend its yours. also, this is a work of fiction and representations of real people is entirely fictional.

heads up, this story touches on rumors, bullying, sleazy boys, and the struggles that come with. read with caution and always always take care of yourself.

main masterlist

the character sheet (contains all the basic info about each character, highly recommended to read)

started 6/11/23, completed 4/30/34

➺ choi twins and their agents of chaos / ➺ soobin and his frat bros / ➺ one / ➺ two / ➺ three / ➺ four / ➺ five / ➺ six / ➺ seven (written) / ➺ eight / ➺ nine / ➺ ten / ➺ eleven / ➺ twelve / ➺ thirteen (18+ part) / ➺ fourteen / ➺ fifteen / ➺ sixteen / ➺ seventeen / ➺ eighteen / ➺ nineteen (written, the end)

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hyufucks · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 hickeys ` w/hyung line !

c. warning(s) — making hickeys (rec and giv in beomgyu's part), suggestive content, a little of sub!soobin.

w. count — 2,990

✦ minors do not interact.

✦ YEONJUN ✦

this man loves leaving hickeys on your thighs, especially when he makes them close to your core so he can see them when he buries his face between your legs *wink*

he prefers to make them there a thousand times rather than on your neck, although from time to time he makes the hickeys in that area when he is really jealous or furious because another man dared to see you. in this way, everyone will know that you already have an owner.

yeonjun wants your consent first and foremost so he always asks if he can bite your skin and leave marks even though you already told him he doesn't have to ask and he can give you as many hickeys as he wants.

there's something that drives him crazy when you wear skirts or shorts, exposing the dark stains he made on you last night. he loves so much to caress the hickeys on your thighs even when he rests one of your legs on his shoulder, wanting to make you more.

✦ SOOBIN ✦

this cute baby is obsessed with your breasts :( he really enjoys touching them when he is stressed or when he wants to have sex with you.

soobin always had a issue with making hickeys on the breasts, but he never dared to ask you for fear of being you made fun of him, nor did he want to do them because he thought it would make you angry and hurt a lot.

but when you caught him staring at your covered breasts as he gulped and bit his lip, you gave him permission to give you hickeys or suck on your nipples.

his angelic face turned INCREDIBLY RED when he was caught fantasizing about those parts of your body, and when you told him that he could make his fantasy a reality, he sheepishly asked if you could take off the garment that covers your breasts.

man, he spent a lot of time sucking and biting your sensitive skin and flesh. the baby enjoyed it so much that he wet his underwear and pants, even more when you gently tugged at his hair in looking for more contact with his fluffy lips.

✦ BEOMGYU ✦

beomgyu is a big fan of neck hickeys! both do them and have them. i previously talked about gyu's love for your neck when it comes to giving you kisses or hiding his face there, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like leaving some hickeys on your neck or collarbones.

he particularly likes doing them when he's needy and quite horny, so you can reciprocate his excitement and get carried away by his euphoria when he really wants to pleasure you.

first he will start with rough kisses and soft licks, and when he is satisfied, without warning he will start to bite and suck some places on your neck, making different colors that will later be darker tones. and let me tell you that he will be more than proud and satisfied with his work.

when he lets you take control in the relationship, he GREATLY enjoys you giving him hickeys on his neck and under his Adam's apple. never think that he hides his marks, because he likes people to look at them and know that no one can get close to him (please, don't hide your marks either! let everyone know that someone is part of your life).

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iamnotukii · 2 years

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— tomorrow by together ! soobin . txt

# . the prettiest boy I've ever seen ! !

🔸➖ like before using! saving or blogging? : also credits?

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agustdiv1ne · 9 months

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Hii, can I request a Soobin + The Avengers (first movie) + Fluff and Suggestive.

Btw, congrats for your achievement ❤️❤️❤️

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

wc: 1.7k

details + warnings: mdni, soobin + fem!reader don't represent any particular characters (though some references are made), a lil makeout sesh 😵‍💫

note: thank you!! ♡♡

you can't sleep.

not that you ever slept much in the first place, but since joining s.h.i.e.l.d. in their efforts of recovering the tesseract and locating kai's sister who happens to be in possession of it — even worse, kai's sister who aims to take over the planet with it — you've all but given up on proper rest. this mission is far bigger than yourself, far bigger than anyone on your ragtag team of (what you guess you could call) superheroes, for that matter. you may be a trained assassin and a master of close-range combat, but you cannot deny the traces of fear that gnaw at your nerves.

sitting up in your bed, you rub at your eyes until they feel raw. your room is too warm to be comfortable, and all you can think about is the sheer amount of unpredictability that plagues this situation. you're used to set dates, locations, people to eliminate…this situation entails none of those things. no one knows where bahiyyih is, no one knows where the tesseract is, and no one has a goddamn clue what she's planning. your chest tightens for a moment. breathe. breathe.

you strip the covers from your body once your eyes blink back into focus, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. the floor is cool beneath the soles of your feet as you move to stand; the sensation brings you back to yourself, bars your mind from spiraling any further. you need to get out of this room right now. with haste, you slip a pair of slides on and make your way out of your room. the helicarrier is eerily quiet as you walk down the sprawling hallways, the only sounds reaching your ears being the wind rushing by and the rumbling of the aircraft carrier's turbines. dim lights illuminate your path and create ominous shadows along the walls; you pay them little mind — you'd know if someone was following you. your shoes make little noise against the walkway, your featherlight steps a result of your intensive training. your heartbeat slowly returns to normal.

eventually, the hallway leads to a large room, a lookout platform lying opposite of where you stand. the windows jut out from the floor at an angle, supported by thick, floor-to-ceiling metal beams. you stride over to the platform, staring out at the clouds that rush by; far below, the ocean has opened its gaping maw, the darkness endless yet oddly comforting.

you're unsure how long you stand there, vision blurred as you stare out at the nothingness, before your ears perk up at the sound of footsteps sounding from behind. they are trying to be quiet, you can tell, but they lack finesse. it causes you to immediately raise your guard. the footsteps slowly grow closer, and your muscles tense in response. they're right behind you now, a hand reaching out to grab your shoulder—

in a flash, you have them twisted the other way, one arm pinned between their shoulder blades and the other clasped in your other hand's unrelenting grip. your foot moves on autopilot as it kicks the back of their knee. their knees collide with the platform with a dull thump!

“it’s me! it’s me!” the person whispers frantically, their unmistakably male tone bordering on panicked. it’s then that you recognize the platinum blond head of hair, the long limbs, a voice you know all too well…

soobin.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you whisper back while you release his limbs. he stands, rubbing at where your fingers pressed a little too hard into his flesh with a soft “ow.” you level him with a raised eyebrow and downturned lips. “c’mon, it’s your fault. you shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me.”

“yeah, i guess you’re right,” soobin sighs, rotating his shoulder with a pained wince. “jesus, remind me not to get on your bad side.”

this draws a chuckle from you. “what’re you doing up, anyway? it’s late.”

“couldn’t sleep, so i decided to get out and patrol,” he simply replies. it’s then that you notice that he’s wearing a simplified, more casual version of his field uniform — a tight black tank top, tactical pants of a similar color and fit, and his normal pair of thick gloves adorning his hands. you realize that you’ve never seen his bare arms before, only ever through his suit. though his build is thin and lithe, you can see the defined muscles that push against the skin of his biceps. the sight causes your mouth to run dry.

you’re feeling oddly bare in your sleep attire, your arms crossing over your chest. as your eyes meet his again, you find him staring at you, questions dancing his dark eyes. he continues, “y’know, i could ask you the same.”

“same reason as you, but my first thought wasn’t to patrol,” you laugh, refusing to let your eyes wander any more. “you work too hard.”

“ah, it’s nothing— force of habit, really,” he says, heart-shaped lips curving into a sheepish grin.

sure, you might be a little attracted to soobin, but you respect him more than anything. he didn't join this team just to flaunt his homemade tech like yeonjun, he is not here out of obligation like kai — rather, he's on this team because he wants to help people. his unrelenting drive to keep the world safe and lead your team to success is admirable, even if he does butt heads with yeonjun more often than not.

after a brief bout of silence, an idea pops into your head. your eyes trail back up to meet his own. “do you want to go spar, maybe?”

his eyes widen almost imperceptibly before his bunny-like smile returns, a teasing lilt to his following words.

“as long as you promise to go easy on me.”

after a brief stop at your room so that you could change into more fight-appropriate clothing, you and soobin navigate the hallways to the on-board training center. you have only been here a few times since you arrived on the helicarrier, usually taking out your energy on one of the punching bags that line the perimeter of the mat. it's odd to know that you are about to spar with an actual person; soobin is the only one who has accepted your offer thus far.

the two of you are quick to begin after a bout of stretching. the moment you're done bumping fists in the middle of the ring, his leg swings out from behind him, aiming for your side. you roll out of the way, rising to your feet to his left.

“cheap move,” you grin, closing in while intercepting his fist. you struggle for a moment to hold his arm back; while you prize agility, he favors strength. he mirrors your expression.

“just evening out the playing field.” his foot slips behind your ankle and pushes forward, but you slip out of the precarious position with ease.

the two of you go at it for awhile, exchanging punches and kicks, wearing each other down slowly — you're more evenly matched than he gave himself credit for. what you throw, he blocks, and when he swings, you easily sidestep out of the way, his limbs cutting through empty air. your stamina seems to trump his, however, his movements growing sloppier, more holes opening up in his defense.

like a machine, you exploit these weaknesses. the next time he throws a kick, you grab his calf and twist, his body rotating in the air before he crashes to the mat. the action knocks the breath from his lungs, and you take the opportunity to straddle his hips, your hands gathering his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“caught you,” you pant, a smirk playing on your lips as you lean over him, noses brushing against each other and mere centimeters separating your lips. it doesn’t take either of you long to realize just how close you are, frozen in place as you stare at each other in silence.

it's unclear who leans in first, but your lips are suddenly enveloped by his. your grip on his wrists loosens, and he takes the opportunity to wrap large his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you lean down more, deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. you resist the urge to grind down against him, your mind growing foggy with a lack of oxygen when neither of you pull away.

eventually, you are the first to pull away, pressing him back down as he chases your lips. you're back to staring at each other now, but there's something…different in the way he looks back at you — lightly veiled need swirls in his irises. you release a breath against his cheek. his hands do not move from their position on your waist.

soobin breaks the silence, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. “is…this a bad time to admit that i kinda like you?”

though your heart pounds, you try to act as if you’re not on the verge of freaking out. “i wouldn’t say so, no,” you smile, stomach fluttering. “‘cause i kinda like you too.”

leaning up, he kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the sensation of your soft lips against his. you find yourselves smiling into each other's mouths, and you lose yourself in him, ignorant of the way his hands wander down to your hips. suddenly, he rolls you over, turning the tables on you as he pins your hands down.

“rule number one,” he whispers against your lips, pupils blown out as he towers over you. “never let your guard down.”

“and rule number two?” you tease, tone light and breathy.

one side of his lips quirks up. “hm, guess we’ll have to figure that one out together.”

he's back to kissing you soon after, sparring be damned.

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#txt fluff #soobin fluff #txt x reader #soobin x reader #txt suggestive #soobin suggestive #txt imagines #soobin imagines #txt smut #soobin smut #txt drabbles #3k milestone celebration #agust.nsfw #💌 — soob

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txtistheloml · 6 months

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ummm shy soobin who has only been seeing you for a week (but you’ve been friends for a while). when he comes to ur apt to hang out ur in a big shirt and cute sleep briefs and he’s like OH MY GOD WHERE ARE.. YOUR .. CLOTHES??!! and u just laugh because he is just soob

aww flustered soob is so cute haha :3 i get the feeling he would be like, "are you sure this is allowed??" hehehee hes just so adorable

#sorry nonnie i didnt think this needed writing :>#i love this idea tho ^^#my anons r geniuses at ideas i feel like i dont need to add on much at all~~#evelyn answers #evelyn's anons!#txt fluff #txt suggestive #soobin fluff #soobin suggestive #soobin x reader #txt x reader

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alialialisstuff · 8 months

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Recently, I accidentally deleted my account and all of the posts I liked and had made were gone. So I’m trying to look at for the posts. And I’m looking for one in particular. It’s a 3some with yeonbin and. It’s yeonjun coming over and soobin too and then they make a cake but it turns out to have their cum and they end up having a 3some. I think it’s called strawberry shortcake or something like that but I can’t find it.

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kpxprecss · 2 years

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choi soobin smut recs

THANK YOU TO ALL THE AUTHORS TAGGED 💕

favorites; 🌱

-The Naked Neighbor- @ah-ga-seven

🌱-Such a Brat- @bb-eilish

🌱-jealousy, jealousy- @b4nnned

-soobin with his chain dangling in your face- @duhnova

-soobin with his change dangling in your face pt.2- @duhnova

🌱-slut- @rosewould

-loosen up- @rosewould

-jealous sex with soobin- @bb-eilish

-i wanna ruin our friendship- @plushpeeps

-it’s okay bunny- @rred-lights

-breeding kink.- @tx5t

-12:20pm- @heartchoi

-body heat- @yeonjuns-beanie

oblivious - @rosewould

🌱invite me - @universecorp

🌱i want to watch - @lovesickchoi

i’ll be posting each member in order!

#soobin smut #soobin x reader #soobin x you #soobin suggestive #txt smut #txt x reader #txt x you #txt suggestive #txt fic recs #txt recs #soobin recs #I LOVE ALL OF THESE

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kiztae · 1 year

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worth the wait ― c.soobin x f.reader

wc: 3.1k

genre: suggestive, smut, some fluff

cw: bf!soobin, switch!soobin, switch!reader, making out, slight dry humping, hand job, penetration, protected sex, bit of a size kink!

summary: you and your boyfriend soobin haven't been intimate yet, him being too innocent and you being too scared to make a move. nevertheless, a little rain could do the trick.

a/n: not very proofread, honestly a slight rush of my switch!soobin thoughts. currently hogged up with exams, so my writing's slow. hope you enjoy!

when soobin thought about relationships, he always thought about the sweetness of it. the warmth, the closeness, the tenderness, the longing of it. and whenever he thought about your relationship, soobin felt giddy and warm inside. he liked you so much, he always felt lucky to have you by his side. if anyone were to like you best, it would be him.

it all started around two months or so ago, with the envelopes.

you both were asked to form a group in pairs and to participate in a charity event. it was supposed to be a meaningful event that would be acknowledged in your academic record. after a huge lack of organization from the students, the teachers formed the groups. one of these groups being you and soobin.

you hadn't really talked to soobin much, before that day, you only knew him as a distant classmate. when it came to the charity event, you and soobin opted for baking. to be honest, you suggested it and he complied immediately. once that was settled, you and soobin met at your apartment and baked away. strawberry jam envelopes. that's what you baked together, on that rainy saturday afternoon.

you both couldn't quite place when it happened, but you both liked each other with time. soobin was fond of your warm attitude and bright personality when he was with you, and you loved how kind and gentle he was to you.

with soobin being the shy and innocent boy he was, neither of you had really made a big move on the relationship. in his mind, it was all lovely and pure; but you were starting to wonder if it would ever become more.

you both had kissed already, of course. you had kissed and cuddled each other to sleep, but that was it. soobin was the most tender with you, more than anyone had been, and you were too. you never overstepped any boundaries and always made sure to keep things slow, afraid too cross any limits he had.

and so, both of you blocked your own sexual life. one too innocent to know what he should do and to know what he feels. the other too scared to make a move and to let things flow.

this dynamic had been going on for a while now, and neither of you spoke about it. truth be told, it didn't bother you much: you liked soobin a lot and you adored how much of a gentleman he was. but he didn't really understand his arousal and tended to ignore it, opting to just be the loving and caring boyfriend he was.

tonight was just like any other date night with soobin, except for the rain. as you were both walking back to your place to watch some movies and sleep (as usual), a sudden rainfall was casted upon you two. when the first few droplets of water fell you both just laughed and shrugged it off, but it quickly escalated. it left you both drenched and made your way back to your place rushed. despite the coldness of the rain and the possibly negative scenario, you chuckled all the way back to your apartment.

"i'm freezing-" you whisper shout as you run inside your apartment, soobin closing the door behind you.

"i know! that came outta nowhere." he agrees and goes up to you, following you as you make your way to the hall.

"our clothes are drenched and our hair..." you pause, staring at soobin, his hair was also drenched but it stuck to his forehead perfectly. "well my hair looks bad." you sigh when you look at the mess you both are making on the floor and go into the bathroom.

soobin followed you quietly, not saying much, which was a bit odd for you. once you got to the sink, you took your jacket off and grabbed a couple of towels, one of them was handed to soobin as you took the other one. he brushed his towel against his hair a bit but quickly made his way behind you to dry off your hair with the other towel. you closed your eyes and smiled, always appreciating soobin's kind acts.

the way soobin dried off your hair with care and moved it around gently was soothing, making you forget the coldness of your current outfit and causing you to almost drift off. however, his movements started to falter, slowing down and then completely stopping. you kept your eyes closed, wondering if something was wrong but not worrying too much.

then, it happened. soobin's hands swiftly brushed against your hips and then his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. he was back hugging you, his forehead resting on your shoulder. you opened back your eyes when you felt his warm embrace, looking at him through the bathroom mirror.

"you're so cute- feeling tired?" you mumble, moving your hand up to brush your fingers against his hair.

"y/n.." his voice vibrated against your skin, making you shiver. this wasn't his usual gentle tone, there was something more primal to it. even with the low timber of it, a hint of a whine was still noticeable on it, and it made your ears perk up in anticipation.

"soobin? what's-" before you could finish that, the words in your mouth were sucked in by soobin's. he roughly clashed his lips against yours, moving one of his hands up to your chin so he could turn it towards him at a better angle. he kissed you with such a rush that it felt desperate. when he let go of your lips, he quickly buried his face in the crook of your neck.

he couldn't help it. the second you stepped into the bathroom and removed your jacket, he was done for. the rain had soaked your t-shirt and made it stick uncomfortably against your skin, outlining your abdomen and making your lingerie show. at first he tried his best to ignore it, even if it was making him feel a weird knot in his core, so he did his best to be a good boyfriend and took care of your hair. but when you closed your eyes and let yourself rest, his eyes wandered off.

he's not a pervert, you were just... so enticing. his hands had roamed around your waist before, but he never saw the outlines of it so clearly until now. even more so, your chest being exposed by the translucent material was such a killing point. his cheeks were burning and his mind was starting to spiral. eventually, his movements stopped, and he couldn't even focus that much anymore. much to his dismay, a tent started to form in his pants.

it was that course of actions and moments that led you here: your boyfriend pressed up against you, his face buried in your neck, hiding himself with how embarrassed he felt. he didn't even think it through when he got close to you like that, almost as if he got possessed. but now, he was feeling even more hot and clouded by his thoughts.

"y/n- help me." he mumbles against you, his voice fragile, like he was starting to break.

"what's wrong? what do you.." oh. so that's his problem. with his body pressed up against yours, you were allowed to feel the bulge that was poking your lower back, big and hot.

"ah.. please- don't wanna say it.." he bit his lip and furrowed his brows, feeling ashamed and hiding even deeper into your neck.

"soobin-"

with the call of his name coming from you, he made up his mind and reunited your lips. it was easily one of your most passionate kisses, if not the most passionate kiss. you could feel his need, stronger than ever. the usual shy pecks to your lips, gentle caresses along your back and soft brushes against you were now thrown away and replaced with feverish hot kisses, grasping of your sides and hands roaming around your body. your past sweet boyfriend was letting go and being closer to you than he ever was before.

"i need you." he mutters, detaching your mouths and letting you both catch your breaths. he had turned you around somehow, despite all the clashing between you both. now that you were able to see him, the sight was heavenly. his pouty lips were red and plump, the effects of the abuse done by yours on display. his cheeks were pink and the tip of his ears were too, his eyes were now hooded and he stared at you through those hazy pupils.

he didn't waste another second before he pulled you back in, his large hands grasping the back of your neck. each of his kisses were hungry and desperate, like a starved man. and yet, you could still find your innocent little boyfriend in there. why? because he was so excited about kissing you, that he did not realize the leg he placed between yours, making you see stars. and more importantly, the buckling of his hips against you: the friction was delectable, it made you heat up and lose yourself to the feeling of it too.

soon enough, he started panting against your mouth, his hot breath latching onto yours. he sounded so husky, each of his guttural sounds vibrating in the air.

"baby, do you want help?” you entice, moving your hand to grab a fistful of his hair and make him look at you directly. at that, he gasps and then bites his lip for a second, trying to block any possible moan. he looked at you with starry eyes and a pouty frown, slightly nodding even though he felt so embarrassed.

“i can help you.” the offer sounded so innocent and yet so sinful, but you wanted to make sure he was not just clouded by his horniness.

"p-please- it hurts so much..” he pleads, furrowing his brows and giving you puppy eyes. could his face be more flushed? he wasn’t lying too, the tent in his pants was aching and begging to be freed.

with his consent, you lowered your hand until it rested on his lower abdomen, teasing him a little bit. his breathing was ragged and his eyes were almost closed with how narrowed they were. he was staring at you expectantly, not really knowing what you were planning. such an innocent sweet boy.

he gasped when he felt you palm him through his pants, feeling his bulge up, the huge size of his shaft making your mouth water already. how could such a cute shy boy like soobin hide such a monstrous dick? lucky you. you stared at soobin as his body shivered and burned at your touch, moving your hand to start rubbing him through the fabric.

"p-please.." he pleads, going in for your neck, starting to press chaste kisses and small nips at your skin. he wasn't even sure of what he was doing, but he wanted to taste you, to have a feel of you. hell, if he could, he'd feel all of you at once. his beautiful hot girlfriend. after hushing the sweet boy with a small shh, it's okay you shifted to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants and lowering his boxers. gosh he was so perfect. his tip was red and leaking of pre-cum, aching for you, and his shaft was long and girthy, and most importantly, so big.

when his cock sprang free, soobin let a whine escape from him and he quickly brought his hands to his face, covering his now bright red blush. you two had never done anything like this, and for you to see his member for the first time, in such an unpredicted moment, made him feel so lewd. realizing you were staring at him shamelessly, you brought your hand up to start stroking him lightly with swift motions.

"-hah! f-fuck" he yelps at feeling, the friction making him see stars. he never imagined he could be doing something like this with you, was this really happening right now?

"you're so pretty soobin.." you peck his cheek gently as you praise him, making sure to not stop your movements on his hardened length. he can only whine in response, the pleasure clouding his mind and making it hard to form a response.

after little time of stimulating the man without mercy, his sounds started to grow in volume, signaling that he was close. you were excited, you were going to make your adorable boyfriend cum for the first time. and so, with a final push and pull of your hand, he shot white spurts of cum into your hand, biting onto your shoulder sharply, barely muffling his groans. it was so hot, you wished you could've seen it on repeat (even if his bite stung you a little bit).

"aah fuck.." he sighed, his voice raspy and dry because of the lack of air in his lungs. he finally looked up at you, his eyes barely opening up. you smiled and started to fight for your own gasps of air, breath taken away by his beauty and the steamy air. "y/n.."

who would’ve thought. who would’ve thought that your sweet boyfriend soobin, would fuck you ruthlessly.

"yeah?" you whispered, running your hands through his hair and moving it out of his face carefully. so pretty.

"let's go to the bedroom." he boldly suggests, the ghost of a growl coming out from him.

who would’ve thought. who would’ve thought that your sweet innocent boyfriend soobin, would be fucking you ruthlessly against the bed sheets.

as soon as you two got to the bedroom, something in soobin had switched. his hands roamed around all your body, feeling up every single bit of you with increasing need. his lips on yours were rough and clashing with each other, the saliva starting to show on your lips this time. after unwrapping you from your confines, he made sure to bite and taste every inch of skin his mouth found, marking your whole body up. marking you as his, for once.

and so, here you are. your boyfriend harshly grabbing your hips, making them snap against his with each sloppy thrust he landed. on top of that, your breath was being cut short with how he wouldn’t let go of your mouth, latching onto it and biting your lips between kisses, devouring you. his moans were muffled and sucked up by yours, your breaths mixing with each other.

"s-so good.. you feel so good-" he grunts out, hissing when he hits you particularly deep, his big cock filling you to the brim.

"you're so―hah! big" you cry out, the stinging pleasure of him stretching you out driving you insane.

yet, this giant dummy didn't realize just how big he was, until you kept commenting stretched you out, how huge his dick felt inside you, how much he filled you up, it all spurred him on further. he was caging you between his arms, his biceps flexing in sync to the rhythm of his thrusts. now he wanted to use all of his large size to make you feel good, the size difference making him fuck up into you harder, ruining you.

when soobin pushed himself inside you earlier, you both waited a little while until the stretch wasn't too hurtful, his cock too big and your body so fragile. he was so eager, his cock twitching every few seconds, the warmth of your pussy around him enough to make him bust.

the squelching sounds of your cores meeting started to echo louder around the room, the scene becoming even more obscene. soobin was not stopping until he made you cum, he had his mind set. but it was so, so hard. he was almost possessed by the feeling of you clenching around him, the bouncing of your chest with his actions, the not so innocent anymore sounds you made. he never wanted to stop fucking you.

"is it too much baby? is my cock stretching you out?" he inquired, voice raspy and low, nothing like the usual sweet tone he used. you were surprised at first, but the filth coming from his mouth only made you clench around him in arousement, uttering out a broken yes! "fuck- so that's how you like it?" he coos, grunting right after, speeding up his brutal ramming inside you.

he may have not been too experienced and he may have had a very pure image of you, but it was all thrown out the window. he wasn't going to cage in his lust anymore, he was gonna fuck you like he had dreamt of in some of his longest nights, his wet dreams keeping him up (in more than one way). guess he wasn't so innocent after all, even if he tried.

"s-shit.. i'm close" he stutters, his rushed thrusts starting to become more messy, the knot in his stomach starting to undo itself. "cum with me- please cum on my dick, please baby.." he murmurs, lowering himself so he kisses you once again, despite the plumpness and abuse to your lips from before.

his whimpers intensify as he starts begging for you to cum with him, his hips stuttering and pushing deeper with every thrust, almost hitting your cervix. he's harsh with his actions, railing you even though his tone is so whiny and his eyes are glossy. such a beautiful sight, you're never forgetting it.

with a final snap of his pelvis, he stills inside you and fills the condom up. as he did so, he grabbed your hands and pushed them against the sheets, holding them with so much force it stung. in the midst of this, you had reached your climax right before he stopped, the final push in your core making your eyes water in pleasure.

he rests his forehead with yours and pants heavily, you petting his hair as his eyes still flutter open and shut, suddenly taking in the weight of what just happened. you both had sex. after two months of waiting, longing, needing each other, it finally happened.

"worth the wait." you state, your lips curling up slightly and your breath still heavy.

"yeah." soobin agrees, moving both of you under the sheets and then wrapping his arms around your waist, pecking your cheek. there he was, your sweet boyfriend.

after this, you both had a hard time keeping your hands to each other for a few weeks. after having a taste of pleasure, soobin could not get enough of it.

he was never letting you go.

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S 34+35 !

🌙 , ε. ＾꒰⁠⑅. . . ⌨️ ↝´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫. 🖇️⁾⁠⁾

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, slightly suggestive, domestic!au (I think), established relationship!au | w — none

a/n — soobin gave me ariana grande positions vibes 🤷‍♀️ I caved, u know me and my soobin agendas..... ++ pls forgive me I'm super sleepy and was feeling emo 😭😭😭

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS POV !!

cold comforter pulled up till his flushed cheeks, soobin was a drowsy summer night as a person. pink plush lips slightly agape and hooded eyelids, soobin would rest with his forearm on his forehead, slipping into sleep and humming slightly while you talked to him. he'd try nodding, trying to look interested in what you were saying but he couldn't make out a word, too out of it with his eyes threatening to close like that.

so he'd just stare at you up and down, your hands expressing as you spoke, your eyes darting around the room, you rubbing your arms from the cold of the aircon— occasionally flicking your wrist to pull your hair back, which would brush on your face again and again. and he'd find himself in awe, tired smile and giggling with a low voice. and you'd think to yourself damn, he's out of it for real. boy didn't have a care in the world.

and he'd just interrupt you sometimes, his hands finding your waist to pull you closer to him, making you rest your head on his arm as you lay next to him. with your body so close to him, you'd hear the vibrations of his chest everytime he'd reply with a “hmm,” warmth spreading til your cold toes.

and you knew he wasn't listening, when he'd start running his fingers through your hair, bringing his face to rest in the crook of your neck. and you knew he wasn't listening, when you'd feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck as your voice cracked at his contact, fingers circling on your hips. and you knew for a fact that he wasn't listening when he'd start peppering your skin with sleepy kisses, humming at you and asking you to play with his hair.

and eventually, he'd glance up for a breather, lips red n’ puffy and eyes all big, looking at you like you were made for him. it's not that you cared that soobin wasn't listening to you talk at that moment, and he knew that when you smiled at him, thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks as he rolled his eyes back, melting at your touch.

and when he'd actually fall asleep, chest rising and falling, legs thrown over you and your face in his chest— he'd dream about you, about your mannerisms and the feeling in his stomach when you'd trace shapes on his skin. just soobin falling in n’ out of sleep, waking up in the middle of the night, so fucking dazed that he'd forget that you were literally huddled against him. the lights were still on, the aircon wasn't adjusted to a comfortable temperature, and the humidifier was buzzing at it's loudest setting. but he didn't care, not when you'd sleep soundly, eyes moving behind your closed eyelids as your cheeks were dusted pink, timed gushes of warmth on his chest as you'd let out breaths. and he'd think he was the luckiest boy in the world, so beyond it all, he'd think he's hearing stars twinkling in the night.

and he'd feel like he's falling in love with you all over again when you'd rustle at the sudden lack of warmth when he left the bed to shut the lights. the night lamp illuminating his favorite parts about your face, your eyebrows furrowed as you lifted your head, glancing around to see why your arms suddenly felt empty. and he'd coo—even in your sleepy state, you could hear him smiling as he called from across the room in a sore voice, “m’ right here, sweetheart.”

ε♡з BONUS — pov & positions !

choi soobin wasn't a people pleaser, nor would he go out of his way to adjust others in his time. he was too packed for that, embarrassed but blunt when he'd refuse, suggesting another time.

but for you, fuckin’ christ— the way you'd smile at him, asking if he could spend time with you at the mall that day, or the way you'd link your hands with his when you wanted to take a drive around the city in the evening with him, or if he could distract you from something that was particularly stressful for you— shit had him on his fucking knees. for you, he felt like there was nothing in this world that he wouldn't do if you wanted it.

he'd see you eye a particular type of flower for longer than usual when you'd pass by a florist's shop, and expect a bouquet in your arms by the evening. he'd see the way your fingers scratch against the material of a dress, clearly hesitant, he'd buy it for you as a gift when you'd celebrate any occasion. soobin wasn't rich, hell, he wasn't fucking near that. but knowing that you were there to soothe his shoulders when he needed you to, to allow him to be vulnerable with you when he needed to be, to have someone to come to when he'd spend yet another day, too busy to even eat lunch— it was just a little something he wanted to do for you.

and he'd see your scowl as you'd smack his arm, lecturing him about spending too much on flowers that would wilt anyway, or a dress that would probably never get worn the way it was cut in the most suggestive areas. but it didn't bother him, not when he'd see that your eyes were not at all serious, bright n’ beautiful, staring at him with pretend anger because he knows you wanted it. and he'd tell you to stop worrying about it, because he knew you're not about to show that you obviously liked the gift.

and he'd see you arranging the flowers in a vase as he'd walk past the end of the hall. you hadn't noticed him yet; you were carefully touching the petals and feeling the texture on your fingertips, breathing in the scent and slightly snipping off the thorns, if any. and you wore a smile, a smile he knew all too well, eyes absorbing every outline and shadow the flowers made.

and he'd walk into the room and hear you sigh in frustration from the bathroom, door which was left open by you, and see you struggle to zip up the dress he bought from the back. lips pressed together in focus, you just couldn't do it, not when the zipper kept slipping from your fingers. so he'd walk up to you silently, helping you zip it up as he held your hair back with one hand. and he'd see you hold back a smile at the way it looked on you—perfect.

and when you'd finally face him again before bed, you'd thank him, thank him with such genuinity that he thought he was going to die if he didn't feel your lips against his own. muttering over and over that you didn't need to thank him, not at all. why should you, when you do so much for him, know what to do when he needs you, know where to take him when he's alone—know how to love him and make him feel loved?

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majestyjun · 1 year

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# soobin + church sex !! xmas special

tw. f!reader, church girl!reader, religion (im not religious anymore… so this might be inaccurate), pet names, corruption kink, unprotected sex (please dont irl), first-time. minors dni + nsfw

a/n. for all the soobin corruption kink lovers a special merry xmas <3

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“to the holy father we thank for our many blessings and gifts on this special day.” soft bells ring throughout the church pews, worshippers closing their eyes as they unanimously “amen” to end the pastor’s sermon. decked out for christmas, the church halls were filled with bright green wreaths dotted with holly berries before the stained glass windows depicting christ and the virgin mary, shepherds and sheep. snow slowly falls from the cloudy sky outside, softly landing on the windowsills. countless candles lined the pews, emitting a soft yellow glow, wax dripping down the candlesticks.

hands clasped together, you whispered a quiet, “amen,” before dropping your tithe into the basket offered by a sister with a smile. “thank you, dear, and bless you.” if the church nuns had a favorite, you were certainly close. always dressed in your most modest, blouses and dresses buttoned all the way up with long skirts. never hesitating to volunteer before services, and attending every sunday. “thank you, sister. merry christmas to you.” you nodded politely, a genuine sweet smile adorning your features. the masses in the pews began to stir as they collected their belongings, turning for the door as they headed for fellowship and coffee. weaving through the crowd, you approached the front of the hall. “pastor, may I stay behind to clean? it would be a shame if the hall was left untidy after todays service for the coming days.” “of course, my dear. if only the other young gentlemen and ladies had the same dedication to church as you did. especially that choi soobin.” the pastor sighed, collecting his coat for the cold. your eyes blinked innocently, considering the boy in name.

choi soobin. the name of the one member of your devout church congregation who rarely showed up to service (primarily at the end if he did… for free refreshments at fellowship) and wore untidy clothes to all events. his friends were non believers, and to many of the church elders, it was unacceptable that he mingle with so many with poor habits. while the name struck a sigh of disappointment amongst the congregation, he struck a chord of curiosity within you. his soft, brown eyes and heart-shaped lips were the envy of many of the church boys, and the desire of many church girls. perhaps you included. he’d shown up today, dragged in by his grandmother who had compromised by sitting in the back of the hall.

“remember, if you need anything, my office is always open during hours.” the pastor’s voice broke your train of thoughts, and you quickly nodded before whirling around, pressing your cold hands to your bright red cheeks, flushed with warmth. it was a sin to think about boys in the church hall—especially those who were unfaithful to the lord. you blinked and glanced around, realizing the church hall was devoid of people. as you walked towards the storage closet, an arm wrapped around your waist and spun you around in a gentle pull. your eyes met a broad chest dressed in an oversized black sweater, matching the pair of fitted dark wash distressed jeans. your gaze slowly tilted upwards, to be met with the round, chocolate brown eyes of choi soobin.

“s-soobin!” you squeaked, equally startled by his appearance and distracted by the arm around your waist. “hey, sweetheart,” soobin smiled, his free hand toying with the small rosary dangling from your neck. “h-huh? sweet…sweetheart?” you mumbled, flustered by his proximity. you’d last spoken to soobin at sunday school several years ago, and had kept your distance after hearing the church elders discuss their concerns over his poor attendance and behavior raucously at fellowship. a small laugh escaped his heart-shaped lips, gazing down at your smaller figure with amusement. “always the good girl, not even going to fellowship until the church has been cleaned?” warmth flooded your cheeks, both embarrassed and defensive at his words. “what do you mean?” you asked hesitantly, still unsure of whether to escape his grasp or to sinfully remain in it.

“don’t you ever have any fun, sweetheart?” soobin hinted, “church life is boring, after all.” your eyes widened at his insinuation, heart racing at the thought of breaking your modest lifestyle. “of… of course not!” you stammered, “i could never betray the trust of the lord.” “that’a a shame.” with a sigh of disappointment, the hand around your waist dropped as he turned around. a “w-wait!” you cried without thinking, reaching for his absent hand. “oh?” leaning his head over his shoulder, soobin glanced behind to see your small, blushing figure tentatively holding to his hand, “what’s this? a devout church girl holding the hand of someone like me?” he teased, amused at your evident display of emotion.

your eyes darted nervously around, unsure of your actions. your mind insisted you let go, and send him on his way for his bold actions. your heart begged you to listen to him, to have the time with the handsome man you’d always been curious about. to challenge his mindset about you.

“w-what did y-you have in mind?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. a grin spread across soobin’s face, before he swiftly pulled you into his chest, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “don’t you ever wonder what it’s like to sin? to feel the lust and greed that the bible condemns?” you blinked in shock at his words; the temptation to know beckoning at your heart to follow soobin murmurs over the pastor’s constant preaching of abstinence. “can you imagine it? the sensation of physical touch… just like this.” finger tips danced down your back, gently smoothing over your curves through your skirt before warm palms cupped your waist and ass. humiliation burned through skin as shivers raced up your spine, breathy gasps escaping your throat at the unfamiliar touch. “it feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” he whispers, licking your earlobe in a long stripe. you gasped at the warm, wet sensation, an unfamiliar burn in your lower abdomen sparking alight. “sit on my lap,” soobin quietly instructs, taking a seat at a church pew and pulling you with him. a squeak leaves your throat as you straddle him, unfamiliar with your proximity to him.

“undo your dress buttons for me, sweetheart?” he asks, glancing down and taking your hesitant hands in his own and guiding them to the high neckline of your blouse. shakily, the buttons of your blouse come undone, exposing your cleavage to the frigid air conditioned room. “so pretty, all untouched for me.” soobin murmurs, before biting down on your skin. “a-ah!” you cry out, the sharp pain quickly soothed by a gentle lap of his tongue. breathy pants echo throughout the church hall, your head tipping backwards to expose more of yourself to soobin. murals of god and christ covered the ceiling, condemning and shaming you for your lack of modesty. humiliation trickled down your senses, although the thought of violating the lord’s words in his sanctuary sent heat rushing down over your body. “ah! wait—n-not there!” you whine, his ministrations trailing down your throat to the soft skin of your breast uncovered by your bra. “look at yourself, doll. all marked up by me.” your face burns with embarrassment and shame at his words, a moan escaping your lips as you glance down at the purple-red splotches dotting your chest. pressure builds in your core, an unfamiliar feeling of need taking over all other senses. “s-soobin, need more! feels… feels hot everywhere!” you whimper, desperate to quench the burning sensation crawling over your skin.

“i’ve got you, doll. just trust me?” soft lips meet your own in a gentle kiss. your eyes flutter shut, leaving behind all resistance as you melt in in soobin’s warm touch. the hard wood of the church pew meets your clothed back as he guides you into lying down. climbing over your vulnerable figure, soobin claims your lips in a string of kisses, only broken by shared breathy pants of arousal. tickling trails of fingertips gently pop open the buttons of your skirt, cold air rushing to meet the smooth skin of your thighs, doing little to quench the searing heat of your core. “soobin, it still burns!” fear laces your desperate plea as his hand comes to palm your clothed cunt. “shhh, don’t be scared. you’re doing so well, sweetheart.” you whimper at his praise, watching in nervous anticipation as he pulls away and settles between your thighs. “so cute and plush,” soobin remarks, licking your inner thigh in a single stroke, “don’t be nervous.”

pulling down your panties to your ankles, soobin licks his lips in anticipation. your soft, untouched pussy glistening with innocent, unknowing slick. two fingers gently prod at your entrance, the sudden contact causing you to clench your legs shut. “can’t do that, sweetheart,” soobin coos, coaxing your legs apart once more before taking your hand in his, “i’ve got you. just breathe.” his fingers slide past your entrance into your tight walls, clamping down on the foreign feeling. whimpers mixed with the soft sound of your juices squelching in and out with his fingers echo throughout the church hall. the sight of such a salacious act in front of you brings tears of shame to your eyes, to be feeling arousal before the lord. desperate cries break free from your throat as you squirm, despite your attempts to stay still. prodding your sensitive spot, fire races through your stomach as pressure builds, eliciting lewd, high pitched moans from your chest. “does it feel good, doll?” before you can respond, his lips latch on to your sensitive clit, sucking at the bud. broken cries fill the empty air of the hall, “s-soobin! c-can’t take anymore!” you sob, the knot in your stomach releasing as you cum over his lips and fingers, a wail leaving your throat as you tremble with aftershocks. soobin’s fingers swirl over your juices, making eye contact with your dizzy, unfocused eyes as he licks your slick off each finger slowly, relishing your taste.

climbing over you again, his sticky fingers press to your lips. “taste yourself, sweetheart. you’ve been so good for me.” you sloppily lick his fingers, dazed from your first orgasm. “are you ready for the real thing, doll?” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “mmmhmm” you mumble, having lost most of your thoughts to the overwhelming experience. “i need words, darling,” lacing his fingers with yours once again, soobin presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, “you’ve already done so well, sweetheart.”

“yes, soobin.” you whimper, “i want you.” you find yourself reaching for the zip on his jeans, feeling the hard member concealed within. “good girl, so greedy for me.” he praises, wrapping his hand around your trembling fingers and pulling the zip of his jeans down along with his boxers. your eyes widen at his heavy, long cock, stiff and red with impatience. “a-are you sure it will fit?” you squeak, intimidated by his size. “i know you can do it, doll,” soobin coos, aligning himself with your entrance, “i’ll go slowly.” pressing his lips against yours, tongues entwining as he pushes in, stretching your walls slowly. “doll, relax,” soobin groans against your lips, your cries at the stretch lost in kisses.

tears slip down your cheeks, uncomfortable yet aroused by his overwhelming size. centimeter by centimeter, soobin sheathes himself inside your clenching warmth. “look, sweetheart,” soobin coaxes, encouraging your eyes to open, “can you see how well you‘ve taken me?” a lewd whimper elicits from your throat as you see his large hand over yours on your stomach, gently pressing down to feel his cock deep inside you. “i’m going to move now, sweetheart.” you nod, unable to form sentences at the unfamiliar, full feeling. slowly thrusting in and out, incoherent moans echoing throughout the church hall as the sound of skin on skin fills your ears. “soobin! a-ah! f-feels good!” you squeak, whines flowing freely from your lips as you give in to pleasure, the knot reforming in your core. “s-so tight!” he gasps, grabbing at your waist to angle deeper in your small pussy, “so good and pretty for me!” control gives way to sloppy, uneven thrusts as he reaches down to rub your abused clit, encouraging you to your high. “s-soobin! can’t take anymore! ha-have to—“ you sob desperately, the obscene sounds deafening to your senseless body. “c’mon doll, c-cum for me?” soobin gasps, as pleasure and heat burn beneath your skin. your orgasm crashes on your overwhelmed core, walls clamping down on soobin’s cock. “f-fuck! t-take it all, doll!” soobin moans, flooding your cunt with thick, white cum. your arms pull soobin tighter to you, whining at the overly-full feeling in your abdomen.

“so good, doll, you did so well,” soobin mumbles into your neck, before pulling out his softening length. “f-feel full.” you whimper, as soobin zips his jeans back up. “don’t worry about it, sweetheart. have to clean you up, okay?” pressing his sweaty forehead to yours, his fingers deftly button your rumpled clothing and slide your panties back up your legs, containing the your mixed cum. “you did so well,” soobin repeats, before scooping up your limp figure up from the church pew and carrying you towards the bathroom. “soobin?” you whisper, “i r-really, really liked it.” “i’m glad you did, doll. merry christmas, sweetheart.” he whispers back, the thought of what else he could do the corrupt this innocent, untouched church girl sending blood to his core.

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merry christmas ~ love, mille

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