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♡ like real people do

synopsis: three times soobin followed you around the world and the one time you came back home to him.

wc: 5k

genre: fluff, angst (?), slow burn, vampire!au, best friends to lovers, what is it called when a fic takes place in the past but not too far lol

pairing: choi soobin x gn!reader

warnings: somewhat of an age difference at the end, i did little to no research and used all of my knowledge from the twilight franchise

a/n: here it is... my vampire!soobin fic that was inspired by a hozier song

zero.

Soobin's never been a stranger to strange occurances. So when he spots you, his best friend of 3 years, standing near a corpse, he doesn't think much of it.

But it's when you turn around to face him, face and torso covered in blood, is when he begins to question things.

Soobin first heard of vampires at the ripe age of 12, when a string of murders happened in your small town of twelve thousand. Of course, him being him, Soobin dismissed the claims as baseless rumours.

Soobin never really believed in the supernatural, until he met you in his biochemistry lecture. Sure, your body was always cold and you hated the sunlight with a passion, but who didn't? It wasn't really until you glittered underneath the light of the sun one day that Soobin finally looked into vampires. He spent countless nights at the library, coasting through the science fiction section. Turns out fiction didn't really help him with his queries.

However, seeing you and a bloodless Choi Beomgyu has Soobin piecing together a puzzle that's been ingrained into his mind for years now.

"I promise it's not what it looks like," you begin, wiping the blood off your chin. It stains your cream cardigan, the fresh blood looking a lot like paint. "I- I don't know what else this looks like, actually."

Soobin chuckles, shrugging off his letterman jacket and draping it over your shoulders, "Doesn't really matter to me what it looks like, to be honest. Are you okay?"

"You should be asking Beomgyu that question, not me," you mutter. You put the jacket on correctly, sliding your arms through the sleeves and making sure to button it all the way up so the blood stains don't show. "Shouldn't you be scared?"

"Of you?" Soobin asks, holding his hand out for you to take. You nod and he shakes his head, "Never."

Taking his hand, you interlace your fingers so your palms touch. You're freezing cold, but Soobin doesn't really mind.

Soobin doesn't know what it's like to be a vampire, but he knows that he'd never be scared of you. He knows that you'd never attempt to feed off him, you're way too scared to — after all, he is your best friend. He knows you're way too terrified of losing him to do anything like that to him.

Soobin walks you home, to the very top of the hill where your family's mansion stands. He doesn't dare step inside. Instead, he gives your head a pat and smiles at you softly, "Have a good night, okay? Don't forget to shower and stay safe."

As you turn into your doorway, Soobin doesn't miss the glint in your eyes or the quick curve of your mouth. The look on your face is enough to keep him awake for hours, heart beating away to oblivion.

first.

You've never really felt like you've had a place to call home. Being a vampire is hard, especially being one as old as you. Having to move around constantly is boring and gets tiring way too quickly. Had you been somewhat of a more adventurous person, you might have lucked out. However, you hate the constant travels and the number of people you've met so far reaches the thousands. Your memory puts encyclopedias to shame.

But Paris is beautiful. Paris is so, so pretty. You wonder what it would be like to stay here forever. You understand why the city is so romanticized, why it's so idealized. It's beautiful, breathtaking. It's like a world you've never dreamt of before.

However, one thing Paris lacks is love. It is the city of love and romance, but you've never felt that here. You've never felt any warmth, any passion. Paris is a place where you've never felt lonelier.

So when Soobin sends you a letter that he'll be visiting you soon, your heart can't help but jump. It's been almost 5 years since you've seen Soobin in the flesh, you can't wait to see him again. Parting ways with your best friend after university was really hard, especially with Soobin choosing to stay in your hometown.

You couldn't risk being caught in one place for too long, so you chose the option of travelling. As lonesome and tiresome as it was, you couldn't help but leave. So you did what you could; pack your entire life away and fly to Paris. It's not your first time in Europe, but it is your first time in such a lovely place.

You wonder if Soobin will love Paris as much as you. If Soobin will want to take pictures in front of the Eiffel Tower to remember it. If he'll want to walk with you along the Seine river, watching as people row along in their boats. You wonder if he'll want to stay in Paris with you, counting down the days until you leave again.

Soobin arrives on the very first of May, a small luggage his only company as he stalks across the floors of the airport to meet you. When you hug, you're reminded of what seems like home, an almost far away place greeting you after a long journey. Soobin is everything you remember him to be — warm, lanky, and smelling like fresh laundry.

"There you are," Soobin smiles as he cups your face. "You haven't aged a day since we last saw each other."

"Haha, very funny," you deadpan, taking a hold of his hands. "What do you wanna do first?"

"Hmm, I wanna see your flat. Since vampires are filthy rich, I imagine it must be dazzling," Soobin replies, pulling his hands away and reaching for his luggage. "How's it been here so far?"

You want to say 'I missed you so much' but the words are lodged in your throat. There's a part of you that's scared of saying anything sentimental to Soobin, something about his mortality and your lack of making you nervous.

Instead, you say, "It's nice. Ish. Could be better."

Soobin's jaw drops as you two take long strides towards the exit of the airport. "No way. Could be better? Paris? Are you out of your mind?"

'It would be better with you' is on the tip of your tongue, but you bite back in fear.

"Yeah, it's just missing a few things," you mumble.

You.

"Hopefully you'll grow to love it here. I'm only in the airport and I love it already," Soobin laughs. He's quick to take your hand in his as you walk, even if you're still icy to touch. Did he miss your presence as much as you missed his?

—

Soobin does want to take pictures in front of the Eiffel Tower. He urges you to stand in front of the camera with him, much to your dismay.

"Soobin, you know this stupid thing will never capture my presence, right?" you pout as he sets up the timer. "No matter how many pictures you take, I won't be there."

Soobin angles the camera a little higher to make up for his tall stature, laughing, "Then I guess I'll just draw you in on the film."

His laughter causes you to frown even more, crossing your arms across your chest, "Are you stupid? Don't you know that all this camera stuff is expensive?"

"I might be stupid, but I'll look even stupider taking photos by myself," Soobin sighs. He still ushers you to the front of the camera, hands clammy as he touches your bare arms. "Besides, it's the thought that counts. Don't you want any photos with me?"

His words are enough to get you to pose, he hits the capture button and races to his place beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds up a peace sign, dimples poking through with his smile.

When the flash goes off, he drops his pose, but keeps his arm around you, "Want to take another one?"

"Sure," you shrug. Soobin pulls away from you for just a bit, making his way toward the camera again.

It's nice, you think, having Soobin's arm around you. It makes you feel at peace, something you haven't felt in a while. Sighing, you pull your sweater tighter around your waist. Why don't these thoughts go away?

Once Soobin hits the capture button again, he quickly rushes back to you, wrapping both arms around you. "Let's hug in this picture," he smiles down at you.

To any bystander watching, you might have looked like a couple in love, but in your mind, you can only imagine how stupid this must look. The flash goes off and you can only think about how Soobin will look like he's smiling down at nothing and how his arms are wrapped around the air.

You push at his chest lightly, pouting up at him, "You're going to look so stupid in this picture! Smiling at nothing, hugging nothing- like a complete weirdo!"

"Doesn't matter," he shrugs. You can feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest as he looks down at you. "Because I know whenever I see this picture, I'll know that it was you in my arms. No one else."

If you had a heartbeat, you know in real time it would stop at his words. Scoffing, you push your face into his chest, to try to get your mind to stop racing. You realize your efforts are in vain, when Soobin brings a hand up to pet at your head.

You wish this moment would last forever, no matter how stupid you think Soobin is.

—

Soobin lounging around your flat feels natural. It reminds you of him sitting on your university dorm couch upside down a few years ago. Almost 2 years later, he's doing the same thing, but in France.

"Doesn't your stupid TV have more than 3 channels?" he grunts, reaching for your hand. "You have all this money but not enough to buy you more channels?"

"If you weren't extremely lazy and got up to change the channel with the dials instead of whining, I'm sure you'd know I have like 8 channels," you retort, pulling your hand away.

A growl erupts from Soobin's stomach and he finally decides to flip his body right side up, so your shoulders touch. He looks at you with a pout, bottom lip jutting out, "Make me food?"

"You're lucky I stocked up on food before you came. I have no reason to keep my fridge full," you say in reply. You reach over and tap his nose, "I won't make anything too fancy though. I'm just as lazy as you are."

You take the short walk to your kitchen, grabbing a few things from your tiny fridge and a cutting board. Living a few hundred years caused you to gain skills you thought were useless, like cooking. You aren't exactly the best cook, but you know how to whip up something edible. Which is the only part that matters.

Soobin's lucky to have met you during this time period as if it were any earlier in your life, you're sure you would have poisoned him and left him for dead in your flat. You suppose that maybe it's fate that brought him into the point in your life where you can safely cook for humans. You shudder at the thought of poisoning a Kim Namjoon in a date almost seven decades ago.

There's a sudden weight pressed down on you, as you slice through the croissant with ease. A certain scent surrounds you and it doesn't take a genius to know that Soobin's just placed his chin on your shoulder, peering down at your actions.

"Whatcha makin'?" Soobin hums.

The vibrations tickle and you stifle a laugh, putting the knife down, "A sandwich?"

"Why is that a question?" Soobin answers back.

"I don't know- your sudden presence made me nervous!" you exclaim.

Soobin moves his body so that he faces you, with an eyebrow raised, "You're a vampire. Can't you like see the future or something?"

Tsking, you place the cheese down on the ham, "You know I don't have that ability. The only skills I have are whack."

Soobin then leans forward so your heads touch. "That's kinda sad," he mumbles.

You nod in agreement, finishing the sandwich. Soobin follows you like a lost puppy to your dining table, as you place the finished product on a placemat.

Before Soobin, you didn't understand why humans craved to eat with other people. Why couldn't they just eat alone?

But once Soobin appeared in your life, you fully understood why. It was comforting, watching him enjoy and savour his food. The way he would appreciate all the little flavours in every bite made you a little bit happy. Giddy almost.

To see that Soobin is enjoying your sandwich now makes you extremely happy, like your heart's being tickled.

"You know, you should really try this," Soobin suggests. He holds the sandwich out for you, gesturing for you to take a bite.

Indulging him, you take a small bite of the sandwich, chewing and swallowing quickly. It's kinda good, you think. So is sharing food. You realize that maybe this is what eating together is about. Sharing food and bonding together.

"I should have used more mustard," you comment, watching Soobin eat the last bite of the sandwich.

"You can always make more," Soobin grins, dusting off his hands. "I would appreciate if you would make more, as well."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, pushing Soobin's shoulder a little bit, "Make your own damn sandwiches."

"But yours are so much better! You have hundreds of years worth of cooking skills! I've only been alive for almost 28 years!" Soobin retorts.

You huff, "I've only been cooking for 40 years. I'm not that good."

"Way better than me," Soobin replies. You can see the teasing glint in his eyes, one he holds only for you and you alone. He winks at you, and if you were able to produce body warmth, you know that you'd be on fire by now.

That night passes in a flash.

Soobin doesn't stay with you. He shows you his plane ticket back home and leaves bright and early the next morning, your only goodbyes a tight hug and a firm handshake before he boards his place. You think of crying the taxi ride home, but choose against it. Saying goodbye has never been harder.

second.

Soobin doesn't understand why you'd move to Australia of all places. There's nothing there, but the heat, the sun, and the spiders — all things you hate and despise. But he still lands in sunny Sydney, sweat already trailing down his neck.

You stand in the middle of the airport, arms crossed across your chest. You're in dressed in a black, long sleeved bolero, a black t-shirt and and some long black sweatpants. You look crazy in the middle of a 34 degree celsius day.

Soobin's lips don't curve into a smile until you raise your sunglasses to eye him with a scowl, "That airplane ride was 12 hours long, I feel like I've been waiting forever."

"Were you waiting here the entire plane ride?" Soobin jokes, watching as the corners of your lips twitch.

You smack his arm lightly, before taking his hand. It's nice that your hands are cold, it really relieves Soobin of the damp heat that surrounds him.

"No. But there's honestly nothing to do during the summer since I'm home all day. I even tried to sleep like a normal human," you pout as you lead Soobin out of the airport.

"And how did that go?" he chirps.

"It was kind of nice. I understand the hype," you explain. "I think I also had a dream, but I'm not sure."

"Oh?" Soobin asks, interest piqued. "What did you dream about?"

Soobin knows that out of your 750 years on earth, you've never really tried to sleep. Something about 'what if I die in my sleep?' or 'I'm scared I'll never wake up again' terrorizing you to the point where even during sleepovers, you'd just watch over Soobin as he slept soundly.

He reaches up to pet at your head, like he always does, and he watches as you relax underneath his hold, mouth curving into a small smile.

"Why do you wanna know?" you ask in return.

You two stop in the middle of the airport, just looking at one another. You, dressed like you're headed to a funeral, and Soobin, dressed like he's going to the pool.

"Well, it was your very first time sleeping! I'm curious!" Soobin exclaims. "Also, I'm your best friend! I have every right to know!"

The term best friend leaves a bitter taste on Soobin's tongue. You've been best friends for almost 10 years now, so it shouldn't bother him in the slightest. But why does it hurt now?

Now, when he decides that no matter where you go, he'll follow you to every corner of the world? Now, when he realizes that his heart is full of you? You, who lack mortality; you, who doesn't realize his love for you?

You go quiet for a moment, eyes trained on the ground as you croak out a measly reply. "You. I dreamt of you."

Soobin's heart fully stops at your response, heat leaving his ears like a cartoon character. Was it good that he asked? He doesn't know.

He lets you tug him out of the airport, hand in hand, as you rattle on and on about how nice your afternoon is going to be. The words enter Soobin's left ear and leave through his right. The only thing he can focus on is your hand in his and the heartbeat in his ears.

"Did you hear me? Since you're dressed for the pool, I said we're going to the YMCA," you explain, opening the passenger door to the taxi.

"Neither of us can swim," Soobin points out, placing his luggage in the trunk.

"Yeah, but," you say, hands on your hips, "it's a hot day today. We might as well enjoy it in the pool."

"I guess," Soobin shrugs. You enter the back seat of the taxi, with him right behind you.

Soobin keeps his hands to himself, much too nervous to hold your hand. Would you be able to feel his heartbeat through his palm? Why does it matter to him now... you've felt his heartbeat before, haven't you?

—

After a long day at the pool, Soobin collapses in your bed, body slick with sweat as the silk bed sheets surround him.

He pats the spot beside him, inviting you to lay down with him. You guys haven't cuddled in years, and in your opinion, it's much too hot for cuddles.

Speaking to Soobin through his thoughts, you frown at him and he pouts back at you, "But your body is literally cold as ice! Why does it matter that it's 34 degrees outside?"

You sigh, cursing at him internally. You take a huge leap and land in Soobin's arms, which immediately wrap around your body. Cold, just how he likes it.

Soobin wraps his legs around you too, like he's a koala and you're a branch. It's nice, Soobin thinks. He hasn't felt this comfortable in forever, often feeling out of place without you.

His breathing begins to even out, like he's falling asleep. Soobin was nervous before about you feeling his heart race, but now, he doesn't really mind. Not when you're in his hold, your eyes watching him with all the love in the world.

Soobin can feel you counting the number of eyelashes that scatter across his eyes. He can even hear you counting in his mind. It helps him calm down even faster, succumbing to slumber in no time.

Soobin wakes up to the sound of your humming, your fingers carding through his hair lightly as he sleepily blinks up at you. In his sleep, you managed to break free from his hold and sit yourself up, leaving Soobin to rest on your lap.

"What time is it?" Soobin asks, natural pout on his face.

"Around quarter to nine," you answer. Your hands never stop combing through his hair, causing Soobin to nuzzle further into your lap. "Do you want to eat?"

"No, I want to sleep more," Soobin groans. He shuts his eyes tight, heart racing at the question he's about to ask you. "Can you..."

"Can I what?" you giggle, body vibrating with laughter.

"Can you sleep with me?"

"You want me to sleep with you?" you ask, in hopes that he'll confirm.

Soobin's body heats up at your question, as he nods, "Yeah. Sleep with me."

"Okay," you reply softly. There's movement on the bed as you position yourself in Soobin's arms again, looking up at his groggy face. "Good night, Soobin."

"Good night Y/N. Sweet dreams," Soobin whispers, leaving a quick peck on the crown of your head. He's not sure if he meant to do it, or if he only did it because he's half asleep. Either way, it feels right.

—

Soobin's heart feels like it's shattering when he wakes up in the morning and the spot next to him is empty. Your side of the bed is already warm, meaning you must have left a while ago. However, the sweet scent of pancakes fills the air as Soobin gets up in his entranced state.

Trudging towards the kitchen, he rubs his eyes as he looks for your figure standing at the stove.

"Pancakes?" you ask, not bothering to turn around.

"Yes, please," Soobin mutters, slumping over the island counter. "You know, in my 30 years of living, I have never slept so well."

"Really?" your eyes widen in surprise. You turn around with a plate of pancakes stacked high. Soobin doesn't know how he's going to finish all that, but he doesn't let the thought bother him. "I don't think I've ever slept that well before either. I- well. You understand."

He follows you to the table, where there are two place settings and some maple syrup already set. He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, and you shrug in return, "I thought it would be nice to eat together."

"Since when did you eat?" Soobin asks. In your 10 year friendship, Soobin has never once seen you eat human food. You always claimed it was either too boring to chew for so long, or the smell would turn you off.

"Since... I, uh... I actually only started eating human food a few days ago as practice because I want to eat with you," you mumble hesistantly. Soobin thinks the way you refuse to meet his eyes is adorable. You are adorable.

"And why is that?" Soobin teases, already reaching for some pancakes. He tops them with maple syrup, watching as your eyes follow his hands.

"I- I thought it would be nice to eat together," you admit. Soobin can already see the embarrassment painted amongst your features, your hands brought up to your face to cover it. "After the sandwich incident last time."

A squeal leaves Soobin's mouth as he reaches over to pat your head, amused smile gracing his face. "You're so cute, Y/N!"

"Leave me alone," you whine, prodding at your breakfast. Finally taking a bite, Soobin watches as delight takes over your face. Your cooking really is that good.

Soobin devours his breakfast in record time, choosing to watch your take small bites of your food. You chew slowly and really take the time to savour the flavours melting on your tongue, Soobin notices. He thinks that his second favourite thing to do with you is eat, now. Only second because first is sleeping.

Leaving you this time is harder for him, because Soobin knows he's going to miss your body cradled gently in his arms. He's going to spend most nights awake, thinking about the pout on your face when you're unconscious. Your light breathing tickling his neck as he watches you sleep. There's a small aching in his stomach as he thinks of you blinking away, registering his face in your vision.

third.

New York isn't as bad as you initially thought. Sure, there are tons and tons of people, but you're still lonely as hell. It isn't like you to go out and mingle anymore, finding small talk tedious and downright boring. No one really catches your eye, anyway.

Soobin arrives in the winter, a crisp and cool minus 20 degrees in the afternoon. He laughs when you speak because it looks like there's smoke coming out of your mouth. It's really that cold.

"Do you at least like it here?" he asks, pulling the door to a pizza chain open. He follows straight behind you, luggage trailing behind him. "I'd imagine it's way better than Australia."

You squint up at the menu, wondering what the difference between sausage and Italian sausage is. Shrugging, you pout, "It's somewhat better, but I really miss the random kangaroos."

Soobin bursts out laughing at your kangaroo comment, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest. "You can always go back if you really miss them that much."

"No, I don't think the heat is worth it," you reply. Settling on a pizza order, you walk forward in line, as the person in front of you moves away from the cashier. "I don't know how long I'll be staying here, but I do know that I'm not going back to Australia any time soon."

Soobin purses his lips at you, just as the two of you place your orders. He leans down, whispering into your ear, "Would you ever come back home to me?"

Suddenly, there's an agonizing ache in your bones at his question. A question you've been dreading to hear. No one makes you feel more at home than Soobin, but does he feel the same way? Does he feel like a normal person with you? Do you make even the mundane fun to him?

You pretend not to hear him as you smile and pay the cashier, pulling Soobin away from the counter with you.

You feel bad for not answering him, but in the pit of your stomach, you know that you can't answer that question just yet. Maybe in a few nights you will, but not now.

Taking your pizzas from the employee, you two exit the pizza chain and get into a taxi. The taxi ride is quiet, but not awkward. You just don't know what to say. You've been corresponding with Soobin via letter since you've left him, and you're pretty sure you've run out of things to talk about.

"Do you know what the different between sausage and Italian sausage is?" you ask, looking down at your pizza box.

"One's Italian," Soobin replies, matter-of-factly. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him as he smiles down at you, satisfied with his answer.

"Soobin."

"I was kidding. One's seasoned differently," he states, bringing a hand to rest at the top of your head. He then leans his own head down to rest on your shoulder. "Did you miss me?"

"More than anything," you whisper. Your heart's been longing for Soobin for so long, it might burst right now, in the taxi on the way to your apartment. Taxi driver be damned. "Did you miss me?"

"What do you think?" Soobin mutters, pressing his body into yours. You two meld together like a puzzle, fitting together perfectly. He brings his hand down and wraps an arm around you again.

You're all I could think about, Soobin thinks. I couldn't get here any faster.

Your breath hitches as you read his thoughts, head dizzy.

—

Soobin's deep in dreamland as you watch him with fond eyes, brushing his bangs out of his face. Your eyes follow the eyelashes that line his eyes, down to his cheekbones, then his heart shaped lips.

"I would come home to you in a heart beat," you smile at him.

He can't hear you, you know this, but his arms twitches like he had heard you, and you press a kiss to his cheek. You then tuck yourself into bed beside him, eyes glued to his face as you try to drift off into dreamland yourself.

You wake up hours later, Soobin's neck craned so his chin lays on top of your head gently, his hands pressed to your waist, as if you'd leave if he were to ever let go.

A thought dawns upon you then and there. A part of you hurts a little at your little plan, but most of you feels like it'll be worth it.

You smile at your sleeping Soobin, before getting up to pack your things quietly. Mostly little things that remind you of Soobin; like a snowglobe of two people making a snowman, or a magnet from Sydney. Something on your shelf catches your eye and you reach up to grab it. A picture frame of Soobin and what's supposed to be you, in front of the Eiffel Tower eight years ago.

A smile graces your lips as you run your fingers across the glass, thinking of when he pulled you flush into his body.

"What are you doing?" comes Soobin's sleepy voice as you look up at him from your sitting position on the floor.

"I'm looking at this picture," you say. You turn it around to show him, fully knowing he's too far away to even see the picture. "It's us in Paris."

Soobin fully sits up now, running a hand through his bedhead, "We should go back there and retake that picture."

You turn the picture back towards you, taking one last good look at it before you put it down, "We should."

"Let me know when and I'll get there as fast as I can," Soobin replies. "I can't stand being without you these days."

There it is. There's your answer.

—

You walk Soobin to his gate this time. Tears line your eyes as he smiles at you, hands cupping your face.

"I'll always come back to you, you know?" he laughs. You hiccup in return, pouting up at him as the first tear finally falls. "Or you know, you could come home to me."

"I'll think about it," you mutter, trying to smile through the tears that travel down the valley of your cheeks. "You'll wait for me, right?"

"No matter how long it takes," Soobin says. You hold out a pinky and he locks his with yours, your two thumbs coming together. His quiet promise takes the entirety of your heart, your lips finally curving into a genuine smile. His eyes linger down to your lips, and he leans down to whisper in your ear, "Can I kiss you?"

Knowing that your voice would betray you, you nod, allowing Soobin to dip his head down and press his lips to yours. It's brief, but it feels like everything's finally been put into motion. Everything that's happened, everything you've ever done, has been leading up to this.

Soobin pulls away and presses another kiss to your cheek as his flight has already begin boarding. "Let me know when you're ready to come back. I'll welcome you with open arms," he smiles one last time at you, before he begins to walk away.

As he boards the plane, you realize you should have answered him then and there.

first.

Soobin's never been a stranger to strange occurances. So when he's finally turned into a vampire, he realizes all of the trials and tribulations you've probably gone through in your life.

He can no longer go down to the beach near your town. It's painful to even walk down the street in the sun, dressed in the longest clothing he can find.

It's kind of sucky, he thinks. But he'd rather be a vampire and spend the rest of his life with you than have you watch him die as a human.

It's a rainy Tuesday morning when he hears three knocks on his front door. When he opens the door, you stand there, small smile on your face and four large luggages surrounding you.

"Please invite me in. I can't do this anymore," you plead, not fully realizing Soobin's a vampire yet.

"Okay. Y/N, please come into my home, I warmly welcome you inside," Soobin jokes.

You don't fully realize until Soobin flashes you a giant grin, fangs fully visible. It takes a second, but then suddenly Soobin's tackled to the floor, your hands reaching for his mouth.

Understanding what you're doing, Soobin bears his teeth, allowing you to observe the inside of his mouth.

"When did you do this?" you shriek, taken aback. "Who did this to you? You couldn't even ask me to do it?"

Soobin laughs at you, sitting up, as he pulls your wrists into his hands. "I wanted to surprise you."

"But why? Why did you do this?" you groan, hands reaching up to his face again.

He lets you take his face into your hands, pushing his cheeks together as he mumbles, "I didn't want to ever leave you. I want to be with you forever. I want to spend eternity with you."

"But why?" comes another groan from you. You remove your hands from his face, this time wrapping them around his neck and pressing your face into his chest.

"Because I know I make you feel like real people do," Soobin simply answers. "I told you I'd follow you around the world, and now I can do it for the rest of my life."

Soobin can feel your tears wetting his shirt, your fists pulling at the fabric on his back.

"I love you, Y/N. I always have. Now I can be with you for eternity," Soobin says, one of his hands running up and down your back slowly. "I'm your home. And you're my home."

"Soobin," you cry. "You're so stupid."

He laughs, shrugging, "It's the truth."

You pull away from him, fully pouting. He leans down to kiss your lips that jut out, one hand still on your back and the other on your cheek.

You've never been more happy to come back home.

law of attraction!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: fem!reader x choi soobin

genre: angst kinda, rivals to lovers, law student!soobin, law student!reader, pining, kinda fluffy at the end

word count: 3.6k

warnings: soobin is a lil mean sometimes, veeerry suggestive, but that’s it i think

prompt(s): #33 — “i can’t pretend anymore.” #34 — “you’re all i can think about.” #49 — “i can’t get you out of my head.” “…thanks?”

requested: “hii!! i hope ur doing well <3 could i req 33, 34, 49 and 50?? thank u <333333333” — anon

authors note: haha another enemies to lovers! tbf it’s not my fault most of the requests were enemies to lovers themed. anyways i had been wanting to do a law intern thing for someone for a long time and i thought it would fit for soob! i got a lil carried away while writing this LOL i hope u enjoy!!

IN LIFE, THERE WAS ONLY THREE THINGS YOU WERE SURE OF. First, sparkling water is stupid. Just drink soda or water instead, there’s no point in pretending you’re better than anyone else when in reality it’s just that you can’t pick a side! The second thing you knew was you were born to be a lawyer. Arguing was in your blood, there was no doubt you were going to make an incredible attorney one day. The third and final thing that you knew for certain was that you hated Choi Soobin.

Freaking Choi Soobin. In the past, you never thought you’d be the kind of person to have a nemesis. The whole concept of having an enemy seemed childish, and like something that only happened in movies. But, then you met Soobin, and everything changed. You hated him, and his smug little attitude, and he hated you, too.

You know, there was actually a point in time where you didn’t hate Soobin. It sounds crazy, but there was actually a time you might have called him a friend. Back when you were just a baby-faced girl, fresh out of high school and filled with excitement for your first college course. Soobin sat next to you, and you bonded over your desire to one day go to law school. But, then he betrayed you when he told the guy you liked, Hwang Hyunjin, that he saw you kissing the TA for your class, and from that moment on, Choi Soobin was your enemy.

And of course, as your enemy, he just had to apply to intern at the same firm as you. He had followed you to the same law school, so it was no surprise he followed you there, too. But you were starting to grow tired of his ever looming presence. After you graduated, you wouldn’t be surprised if he got a job at the same place as you, just to piss you off.

After a long morning of sorting through the mess of files in the basement of the office, it was finally time for your lunch break. You had been standing with your shoulders hunched over for hours, and you were positive your back was about to break from the stress.

“Y/N!” One of the only other interns in the office, and your only friend in the office, Sumin, called out to you once you appeared back upstairs. “I thought you were out sick or something, where have you been?” She stood up from her desk and wandered over to you.

“I was exiled to the basement. There’s files from like, 20 years ago down there, it’s a mess.” You groaned as she followed you towards the break room, rubbing your shoulder as you walked.

Sumin winced. “Ooh, yeah. Sana was telling me about how when she was an intern here, she had to go down there once, and found a rat skeleton.”

“What?!” You gasped in horror, a little bit louder than you meant to. “That was like, ten years ago though, right? It must have been cleaned up since then, right? Because I don’t think I can work around dead rats, no matter how bad I need this internship.”

You heard a laugh from the corner of the break room, and felt yourself become filled with dread. With your jaw clenched tightly, you slowly turned to face the direction of the noise. There he was, sitting at the little table with a cup of ramen in front of him and his phone propped up in front of him.

“Soobin.” You glared at him. Sumin, bless her heart, tried to pretend she couldn’t sense the tension as she slowly opened up the door to the fridge.

“You know why they sent you to the basement, right, Y/N?” Soobin asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” You rolled your eyes, turning to the fridge to fish out the salad you brought for lunch.

“Because they don’t trust you enough to do the important stuff.” He told you with an amused tone to his voice.

You spun around, slamming the fridge door behind you. “Really? Remind me, who did Taemin pick to help him with the Park case? Me! Not you!” You snapped, jabbing your finger in his direction pointedly.

“Y/N!” Sumin hissed your name scoldingly, as though he wasn’t the one who started it.

Soobin’s smug smile twisted into a scowl at your reminder. “That’s just because I had the flu and wasn’t here. You were just his second choice.”

You had successfully managed to get under his skin--which wasn’t very hard--and were satisfied as you sat down at one of the other tables with Sumin. “Sure, Soobin. Keep telling yourself that.”

He started to raise his hand, like he was going to make some sort of rude gesture at you, but flinched and tucked his hand beneath the table when someone else walked into the room. You furrowed your eyebrows together, and turned in your seat to see who it was. His ears must have been burning, because Taemin himself had decided to join the three of you.

“Oh, hi, guys.” He smiled at you as he walked over to the fridge. You glanced over at Soobin over Sumin’s shoulder. He was staring back at you, with his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

That was another thing about Soobin that had always bothered you. Especially in moments like now, where he looked like he was seconds away from murdering you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, he was extremely attractive. You had always thought so, even back a million years ago when you were friends. His dark eyes and his perfectly shaped lips just did something to you that you were slightly ashamed of.

You swallowed hard, diverting your attention down to your salad. You could already feel your skin becoming hot, and there was absolutely no way you could ever let Soobin get even an inkling that you might be attracted to him. It was just all so humiliating.

“Y/N, Soobin, I actually need to talk to the both of you. Could you meet me in my office after you finish lunch?” Taemin asked, and you immediately looked back over to Soobin to see if he knew what it was about. His eyebrows were furrowed together, though, and he looked just as confused as you.

“Um, do you mind me asking why?” You asked hesitantly, looking over at your boss.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I just need your help with something.” He reassured the two of you wish a smile.

When he left the break room, you could hear Soobin grumbling in his corner. You wanted to ask him what he’d done to get you both in trouble, but you were also not in the mood to fight with him. Not when you had to go and face Taemin in just a few minutes. He said it was nothing bad, but you weren’t sure you believed him.

While you finished eating your food, Soobin stood by the doorway, huffing dramatically as he waited for you. Just for that, you took the smallest bites you could, which just made him even more annoyed. Sumin was clearly feeling very awkward as she ate her food, eyes flickering between you and Soobin like she was waiting for one of you to attack the other.

Once you had taken the final bite, Soobin stomped over, and grabbed your wrist to tug you out of your seat. “Clean up for her, will you, Sumin? I’m sure you already do that a lot.” He asked your friend, before dragging you out of the break room before you got the chance to protest.

Finally, you snatched your wrist free from his grip, rubbing the sore spot as you trailed after him in the direction of Taemin’s office. “Ugh, you’re such an ass, you know that?” You murmured.

“Me? You’re the one purposefully taking forever when our boss is literally waiting for both of us.” He snapped at you.

You don’t say anything else, worried that someone else in the office might hear your childish squabble.

When the two of you finally reached Taemin’s office, Soobin opened the door, and you’re shocked when he gestured for you to walk in first. Then, you remembered how much of a suck-up he is, and that your boss was on the other side. You shot him a glare as you walked in.

“Oh, good! You’re here!” Taemin greeted the two of you. “Please, sit.”

You obliged him, sitting down on the small couch across from his desk. Soobin sat down as well, and you immediately noticed his leg pressed up against your own. The same heat you felt before spread across your skin like a wildfire, and you cleared your throat.

“So, as you know, the Kang vs. Choi trial is happening next week. Now, Jun was supposed to be in charge of sorting through all the files and compiling them into binders, but his appendix burst and he had to get surgery.” He rolled his eyes, as though Jun was just being dramatic.

“So, now I have fifteen boxes full of papers that need to be sorted through… And I need to get them to the Court tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” You blurted out, eyes wide.

Taemin nodded. “I know, it’s short notice, but Jun claims he had been ‘busy’ and was ‘getting around to it’ before his appendix burst. So, I was hoping you two would be willing to stay late tonight and finish his work.”

“Tonight?! But—“ Soobin started, but was cut off by Taemin.

“You don’t have to do it. I’m more than happy to ask one of the other interns. I figured you two would just like the opportunity to help me out with this…”

“Absolutely yes, Taemin! I can’t speak for Soobin, but I would be delighted to help you with this!” You might as well have held up your hand in salute from how militaristic your answer came out.

Soobin glared at you. “Yes, I am also very willing to help you.” He said as formally as possible, but he couldn’t hide the slight annoyance in his tone.

Taemin smiled. “Great! I’ll have Jisung bring up the boxes, then you can get to work later!” He told you, which you took as your cue to leave.

Soobin trailed after you as you left the office and started to return to your desks. “I can’t believe he’s making us work all night to sort through a bunch of boxes.” He muttered.

“What, did you have a hot date tonight, or something?” You teased, glancing at him over your shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you jealous?” He asked, and you immediately scoffed in response.

“Why in the world would I be jealous? If anything I would feel bad for whatever poor soul has been tricked into a date with you.” You quickly snapped back at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” He said with a sigh.

You hated that a small, minuscule part of you was happy he didn’t have a date.

BY THE TIME EVERYONE ELSE HAD CLEARED OUT OF THE OFFICE, you and Soobin had managed to get through seven boxes. It was nine o’clock at night, and the exhaustion, as well as the hunger was starting to hit you. You still had eight boxes to go through, and you weren’t sure how you were going to make it through the night.

“God, I’m so hungry.” You muttered as you picked through the papers in the box you were currently working on.

You expected him to make some snarky comment or something, but he didn’t. Instead he just let out a small hum in agreement. “Me too. Should we try ordering some food?” He suggested.

You nodded, then made the mistake of glancing over at him. At some point during your sorting, he had lost his tie, unbuttoned his shirt down to the middle of chest, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. His dark hair, which had been meticulously styled when he came into work that morning, was now a disheveled mess. There was a thin sheen of sweat that glistened against his skin. He looked way too good under the soft glow of the office lighting.

“Sure. If anywhere is even open.” You replied, eyes flickering back down to your box.

“I know a good place. I order from there all the time when I’m working late.” He said plainly.

“You work late a lot?” You asked as you pulled out a thick stack of papers.

“Yeah. I mean, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I just… I dunno, assumed that you had other things to do besides work…” You shrugged.

He leaned back against the table he was working at as he worked on ordering food on his phone. “Why would you assume that?” He glanced up at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought that a good looking guy like you would have a bunch of girlfriends and friends to hang out with.” You felt your face grow warm as you worked, once again avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

He laughed. “Yeah, I wish. I’m way too busy for that…” His voice trailed off, and you could feel him look up from his phone to look at you. “You think I’m a good looking guy?”

You shook your head, while you started tapping the papers against the table to straighten them out. “No, I didn’t mean it like I think you’re good looking. Just, like, you’re objectively a good looking guy. I think. Sumin thinks you’re good looking. Not me, I definitely don’t—“ Your hand got too close to the paper, and you felt the edge slice straight through your palm.

You hissed loudly, dropping the papers onto the table. “Stupid fucking paper.” You muttered to yourself, and Soobin wasted no time rushing to your side.

“Did you cut yourself? Do you need me to go get a bandaid or something?”

“No, it’s fine. I just need to go and rinse it off.” You told him, trying to push past him in the direction of the bathroom. He pressed one of his big hands against your shoulder to stop you.

“Just let me get you a bandaid.” He rolled his eyes at you. “I think Sana keeps some in her desk…” He mumbled as he started digging through the said woman’s drawers.

You huffed, turning around to lean back against the desk. “You better hurry. I think I’m about to bleed out and die.” You called out to him.

He glanced up to give you that same annoyed look he always seemed to wear around you. “Maybe I should let you. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with you everyday.”

“But then who would keep you on your toes?” You asked pointedly. He finally found a bandaid, and started walking back over. “Admit it, Soobin. You need me.”

He didn’t say anything, instead focusing on opening up the bandaid. He held out his hand, gesturing for you to put yours in, which you did hesitantly. He had really soft hands.

You watched as he gently pulled off the tabs of the bandage, then laid it across your palm. He used one of his long, slender fingers to smooth it down and make it stick.

It wasn’t until he glanced back up at you when you realized how close he was to you. His dark eyes met your own, and you had the instinct to look away, but something about his gaze had you entranced, and you couldn’t look away, no matter how hard you tried.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, hanging his head down. He took a step back from you, and it felt like a warmth had disappeared. You blinked at him as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly, although you had a feeling you knew exactly what he meant, because it was the same thing you were thinking.

“I can’t pretend like you’re not all I can think about. At work, at home, at school, I can’t get you out of my head.” He confessed, and for a second the insecure part of you thought he might have been saying all of this as some sort of cruel joke, but the look in his eyes told you it wasn’t.

“Thanks…?” You played stupid, tilting your head at him. You needed him to just come out and say it, to confirm you weren’t crazy, and what was happening was really happening.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “When we were freshmen… And I told Hwang Hyunjin you were kissing the TA…”

Your ears perked up. Was he finally going to explain what that was all about, after all these years?

“It was because Hyunjin told me he was planning to ask you out. And I got jealous because I wanted to ask you out, but was too scared to do it.”

Oh.

“You did?” You asked quietly.

He nodded. “Of course I did. You were smart, funny, and gorgeous, of course I wanted to ask you out.” He was avoiding your eyes now, his cheeks tinted pink.

“And… How do you feel about me now?”

“I feel like you’re incredibly annoying, and sometimes you’re a bit of a know-it-all, and some days you dress sort of like a grandma—“

“Hey!”

“—but I also think you’re smart, probably smarter than me. And you still manage to make me laugh. And even though you do dress like a grandma…”

Your heart jumped up into your throat when he started walking back over to you, getting just as close to you as he had been before. But then he got even closer, leaning down so his lips were aligned with your ear.

“…You look like a sexy grandma.” He whispered in a low, sultry voice.

You immediately burst into laughter. “Oh wow, Soobin, you really know how to get a girl going.” You told him with a laugh, and he leaned back to look at you with narrowed eyes.

“Shut up.” He murmured while you continued to giggle.

“Here, let me show you how it’s done, okay?” You wrapped your fingers around the collar of his shirt, and gave it a tug so you could lean in close to him. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just letting yourself catch your breath.

“Are you just going to breathe in my ear the entire time?” Soobin asked in an irritated tone.

You shook your head. “No. I’m going to tell you, that right now, with your sleeves rolled up…” You gently dragged your fingernails against his bare forearms, and you felt him shiver. “And your shirt unbuttoned…” Your hand traveled upwards to trail across his exposed collarbone. “And your messy hair…” You reached around to brush your fingers against the hair on the nape of his neck.

“You look incredibly sexy.”

He leaned back and immediately bent back down to connect your lips to his. He kissed you harshly, like you were the only thing that could cure his hunger. His big hands found home on your hips, while your own nestled themselves deeper in his hair. Just like you had predicted, his lips were perfect for kissing.

One of his hands let go of your waist, and you heard a scuffle behind you. For a brief moment, you pulled away from the kiss to see what was going on, just to find he had slid everything off of your desk. With it all clear, his hands wrapped around your thighs, and he lifted you up onto the desk and slotted himself between your legs.

He went back to kissing you like a mad man, using one arm to hold you close against him by your waist and the other to stabilize himself against the desk. Your fingers moved quickly across the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one until the shirt was completely open. As you started to trace your fingers against his abdomen, he slid the hand that was wrapped around your waist under your shirt, practically burning against your bare skin.

Just as he was starting to prod at your lips with his tongue, there was a loud banging noise, which caused you to help and immediately cling onto Soobin.

“Oh my god! We’re gonna die! The killers always go for the people making out first!” You wail, digging your fingers into his collar to keep him close to you.

He rolled his eyes. “I take back what I said about you being smart.” He said with a sigh, and you gasped loudly.

“Shut up, you ass!” You hissed at him, smacking his chest and pulling away from him.

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Kidding. Anyways, I’m pretty sure it’s just our food.” He told you with a sigh, staring down at you while his thumb brushed against your swollen lip.

You shivered. “I guess we can always… Finish this later, right?” You asked quietly. As much as it pained you, you were still starving, and had lots of work left to do.

He pouted. “Promise?”

You nodded, then sat up to gently press your lips against his. As you sat back, you smiled at his dazed expression. “I promise.”

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Can you write soobin x male reader where soobin gets jealous of m/n hanging out with his friends and ignores him so the m/n make it up to him

Paring: Top!Soobin x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay. Got food poisoning and had to catch up on schoolwork. Hope you enjoy it! Also, I mistakenly disabled anonymous requests. But now it's fixed! Please feel free to request anonymously.

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city as Soobin stood outside the dormitory. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease in his gut. His boyfriend, M/n, had been spending more and more time with the other members, leaving Soobin feeling increasingly ignored and jealous. It didn't help that the dormitory, which had once been their safe haven, now felt more like a place where Soobin was constantly reminded of his boyfriend's growing attachment to his members.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he made his way back to his car. The air was cool against his skin, a welcome relief from the suffocating heat that had been hanging over the city for days. As he drove home, his mind raced with thoughts of confronting M/n and demanding more of his attention.

When he finally arrived at M/n's apartment, his stomach was in knots. He hadn't seen his boyfriend since they'd left the dorm, and he couldn't help but feel anxious about what M/n might be doing with the other members. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before knocking on the door.

M/n answered the door a moment later, looking up at Soobin with a warm smile. "Hey, baby. I'm glad you're here. I missed you." His voice was soft and reassuring, and it made some of Soobin's tension start to ease. "I was just about to order dinner. Do you want anything in particular?"

Soobin hesitated for a moment, still feeling a little hurt, but he forced a smile back. "I'm not really hungry," he lied. "I just wanted to see you." He stepped inside, glancing around the familiar apartment. "How was your day?"

M/n followed him in, closing the door behind them. "It was alright. We just hung out and talked about music, you know?" He walked over to Soobin, wrapping his arms around him. "I missed you too. I'm sorry I've been spending so much time with the others. I didn't mean to make you feel left out."

Soobin leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. "It's okay," he said softly. "I understand. I just… wanted to be with you tonight." He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the remaining bitterness. "Can I… can I spend the night?"

M/n pulled back, his eyes searching Soobin's face. There was a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his expression. "Of course, baby. I want you to stay. I'm sorry I've been such a shitty boyfriend lately." He kissed Soobin softly on the lips, his tongue teasing the seam. "How about I make it up to you?"

Soobin smiled, returning the kiss more eagerly this time. "I'd like that," he murmured, running his hands up M/n's chest. He felt a thrill of anticipation course through him as he thought about what M/n might have in store.

M/n led Soobin over to the couch, their bodies pressed tightly together as they kissed. He could feel Soobin's erection pressing against his thigh, and the knowledge that his boyfriend was turned on by him filled him with a sudden rush of desire. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Why don't you take off your clothes, baby? I want to see all of you."

Soobin nodded, beginning to unbutton his shirt. As he peeled it off, revealing his chest, he caught M/n's appreciative gaze and felt a wave of heat spread through him. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, standing before M/n in nothing but his underwear.

M/n licked his lips, taking in the sight of Soobin's bare chest and the prominent erection straining against his boxer briefs. He moved closer, running his hands up Soobin's thighs, feeling the warmth and firmness of his skin. He kissed Soobin again, more roughly this time, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths.

Breaking the kiss, M/n pushed Soobin back onto the couch, straddling his hips. He leaned forward, taking one of Soobin's nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. Soobin let out a small groan as pleasure coursed through him. M/n moved lower, kissing and nipping his way down Soobin's stomach, before finally reaching his target. He grabbed Soobin's boxer briefs and tugged them down, freeing his erection.

Soobin gasped as M/n wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first and then with more force. He arched his back, his hands fisting in the couch cushions. M/n bobbed his head, taking more of Soobin into his mouth, the hot wetness surrounding him sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He felt M/n's hand grip his hip, guiding him in deeper, and he moaned, thrusting his hips forward in time with M/n's movements.

M/n pulled off, lips wet and shining with Soobin's essence. He looked up at Soobin, their eyes meeting in a heated gaze. "You taste so good," he whispered before leaning down to take one of Soobin's nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly as he began to stroke him again. Soobin felt himself close to the edge, his hips bucking up into each thrust of M/n's hand.

With a growl, Soobin flipped them over, pinning M/n beneath him. He positioned himself between M/n's legs, feeling the heat and wetness of his entrance as he slowly lowered himself down. He thrust forward, feeling the head of his cock press against M/n's prostate. M/n arched his back, letting out a gasp as the sensation overtook him. Soobin began to move, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he lost himself in the pleasure of being inside M/n's body.

The friction of their skin together was exquisite, and M/n's moans only fueled Soobin's desire. He grabbed M/n's hips, holding him tightly as he thrust deeper and harder. M/n's ass was incredibly tight, and it felt incredible as he bottomed out inside of him. Soobin knew he couldn't last much longer. He began to thrust faster, harder, feeling the familiar tightness building in his groin.

As he neared his release, he reached down between them, finding M/n's half-hard cock. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, guiding it to his entrance. When M/n's cock was fully embedded in his hand, he squeezed, feeling the softness give way as it hardened under his touch. M/n arched his back, crying out his pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Soobin thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in his own groin. He could feel his cum rising, ready to spill free. He looked down at M/n, watching as his own thrusts pushed his cock deeper inside of him, stretching the tight muscles. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a growl, he released himself, thrusting powerfully as his seed spilled into M/n's body.

M/n arched his back, crying out in ecstasy as he felt Soobin's hot cum filling him up. His own orgasm overtook him, his body tensing and spasming as he came, shooting his own load deep inside of Soobin. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, and he clung to Soobin, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of bliss.

As the aftershocks of their climaxes began to subside, they lay there together, panting and sweaty. M/n wrapped his arms around Soobin, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. They stayed like that for several minutes, catching their breath and reveling in the closeness they shared.

Hi are you taking requests rn?

If so could i request a domtop yandere soobin x sub bttm male reader where the reader is a junior at a prestiges university and soobin is the senior above him that has a habbit of stalking and breaking into the readers apartment.

For kinks can soobin have a breeding kink and the reader can thete be degradation and some feminization

Can I Come In?

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Paring: domtop yandere soobin x sub bttm male reader

Genre: Smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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It was a chilly Tuesday evening, and M/n was curled up on the worn-out sofa in his dorm, lost in the pages of his favorite book. He was a junior at a prestigious university, majoring in literature, and he lived alone in a modest studio apartment. The walls were adorned with posters of his favorite groups, creating a cozy and familiar atmosphere. As he read, he couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him. He glanced around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was just his overactive imagination.

He heard a faint creak coming from the window and froze. His heart began to race as he slowly turned his head toward the sound. Peering through the sheer curtains, he saw a figure crouched on the ledge outside. His breath hitched in his throat as he realized it was Soobin, the senior above him who had a habit of stalking and breaking into his apartment.

Soobin grinned devilishly at him, his pale, delicate features illuminated by the soft moonlight. He wore a black hoodie that barely covered his lithe, muscular frame, and his short, messy hair framed his face. His dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he slowly climbed through the window, deftly avoiding the creaky hinges.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite Junior. How nice of you to wait up for me," Soobin purred, stepping inside and closing the window behind him. M/n swallowed hard, his heart still racing in his chest. Soobin locked the window and turned around, regarding him with those dark, intense eyes. "I guess you were wondering why I broke into your apartment again tonight, hmm?"

He walked slowly towards M/n, who couldn't help but retreat further into the couch. Soobin's movements were almost hypnotic, his every step deliberate and calculated. When he was close enough, he knelt down in front of M/n, their faces only inches apart. "I wanted to see you, M/n. You're so precious, and I just can't get enough of you."

His breath was warm against M/n's cheek, sending shivers down his spine. "I-I don't understand. Why do you keep doing this?" he managed to stammer. Soobin smiled softly, running a finger down M/n's cheek. "Oh, M/n, it's because I care for you. I want to make sure that no one else has you but me."

M/n swallowed hard, unable to meet Soobin's gaze. He knew that Soobin was dangerous, but the older man's words and touch sent a shiver of desire through him nonetheless. "So… what do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soobin's smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against M/n's ear. "Oh, I don't know, M/n. Why don't you show me what you've been thinking about? The things you've been doing when you think I'm not watching?"

M/n felt a hot flush creep up his neck. He knew exactly what Soobin meant. In the days leading up to this, he had caught himself touching himself more often, fantasizing about Soobin's touch. He couldn't deny the desire burning inside him. But he also couldn't shake off the fear of what Soobin might do if he refused.

Slowly, tentatively, he reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from Soobin's face. The older man's features were beautiful, ethereal even. So close, his breath mingling with M/n's. M/n's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in closer, feeling a sudden rush of courage wash over him. He closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to Soobin's lips.

The older man's response was immediate and powerful. His hands gripped M/n's shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a passion that M/n had never experienced before. His tongue danced with M/n's, exploring every inch of his mouth, sending shivers down his spine. Soon, M/n found himself lost in the sensation, returning the kiss with an equal fervor.

As their tongues tangled, Soobin reached up and began unbuttoning M/n's shirt, revealing more and more of his chest. The older man growled appreciatively as he ran his hands over the smooth, warm skin. M/n arched into the touch, his own hands fumbling with the buttons of Soobin's shirt. The older man helped him, pushing the fabric aside to reveal his chest, pale and smooth in the dim light.

They broke the kiss, gasping for air. M/n's eyes drank in the sight of Soobin's bare chest, his muscles taut and defined. Soobin reached down and tugged at M/n's pants, and M/n willingly helped, shimmying out of them. He kicked off his boxers as well, revealing his aroused length. Soobin smiled wickedly and crawled forward on his knees, taking M/n's cock in his hand.

"You're so beautiful, M/n," he murmured, stroking him gently. M/n arched into the touch, moaning softly. Soobin leaned in, kissing and licking his way down M/n's body, teasing his nipples with his teeth before taking them into his mouth, sucking gently. M/n writhed beneath him, his hips bucking helplessly.

Soobin looked up at M/n, their eyes meeting in the dim light. He smiled, running his tongue along M/n's stomach before moving lower, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin behind M/n's balls. M/n cried out, his back arching off the couch. Soobin chuckled, his voice deep and husky.

His lips and tongue danced over M/n's sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting. He sucked on his perineum, then moved up to lick the head of M/n's cock. M/n's hips bucked wildly, seeking release, but Soobin kept him just on the edge. He took M/n's cock into his mouth, sucking hard as he ran his tongue around the sensitive underside.

M/n cried out, his hands tangled in Soobin's hair, urging him on. He arched his back, offering deeper access as Soobin sucked him expertly. The older man growled around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He reached down, fondling M/n's balls, rolling them gently in his palm.

"You're such a dirty boy," Soobin whispered, his lips brushing against M/n's hip. "You know you belong to me now, don't you?"

M/n moaned, arching his back as he felt Soobin's hot breath against his skin. He was still panting from the intensity of the pleasure that had just consumed him. He couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of desire building inside of him as Soobin's words washed over him.

Soobin's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, guiding him into position on all fours. He leaned forward, his body pressing against M/n's back, their cocks still slick with each other's cum. M/n felt Soobin's erection pressing against his entrance, and he let out a soft whimper.

"You're such a good little fucktoy," Soobin purred, his voice low and rough. "Just like your pretty virgin pussy." He thrust forward, pushing inside M/n's ass. M/n arched his back, letting out a gasp as the familiar yet foreign sensation of being penetrated filled him. "You belong to me now, M/n," Soobin continued, his hips moving faster. "I'm going to breed you. I'm going to fill you with my cum, and you're going to carry my babies."

The older man's thrusts were forceful but controlled, each one driving deeper into M/n's body. Soobin's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, guiding him in time with his movements. "That's it," he whispered, his breath hot against M/n's ear. "Just take it. Take my cock."

M/n moaned, arching his back as Soobin's thickness stretched him wider. He could feel the other man's control beginning to slip, his thrusts becoming more erratic. It was almost painful, but M/n knew it was only because Soobin was so overwhelmed with desire. He wanted M/n to feel wanted, to make him lose control.

"That's it, baby," Soobin groaned, his hips slamming into M/n's ass. "You feel so good. So tight. You're taking every inch of me."

M/n moaned, arching his back as Soobin's thickness stretched him wider. He felt so full, so owned. The way Soobin was thrusting into him, claiming him, made him feel like a possession. Like something precious that belonged only to the older man.

"You're pussy so tight," Soobin groaned, his hips slamming into M/n's ass. The older man's thrusts were forceful, but M/n could feel the care behind each one, as if Soobin were trying to be gentle despite the urgency of his desire. "It's like you were made just for me."

M/n let out a moan, arching his back as Soobin's thickness stretched him wider. The familiar sensation of being penetrated mixed with the new, unfamiliar feel of being filled by something other than a cock. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. "I-I'm yours, S-oobin," he whispered, his voice breathless. "I'll always be yours."

Soobin thrust deeper into M/n's ass, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his breath hot against M/n's ear. "Just take it. Take my cock." His thrusts grew faster, harder, each one pushing deeper inside M/n's body. M/n could feel Soobin's control beginning to slip, the older man surrendering to the force of his desire.

Their skin was slick with sweat, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Soobin's hips slammed into M/n's ass, his cock stretching him wider, filling every inch of him. M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as he felt the familiar tightness in his chest, the telltale signs of his own climax.

Soobin's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, guiding him in time with his movements. Heat pooled low in M/n's abdomen, spreading outward in a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. "Oh god, Soobin," he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'm close."

The older man's thrusts grew faster, harder, his body tensing as he neared the brink as well. M/n felt Soobin's cock twitch inside him, a warning of what was to come. With a final, powerful thrust, they both let go, their bodies arching in unison as they found release. Soobin's hot seed spilled into M/n's ass, filling him up and making him feel so full, so wanted.

M/n let out a long moan as the sensation washed over him, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He could feel every stroke of Soobin's cock inside him, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through him. As they came down from their high, Soobin gently lowered M/n's legs, allowing them to rest on the couch beside him. He held M/n close, their bodies still connected as he continued to move slowly inside him.

Soobin's hands roamed over M/n's chest, teasing his nipples with his fingers. He kissed M/n's neck, his lips hot and soft against his skin. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could lose myself in you." He shifted his weight, moving M/n's legs up so that he was now straddling his lap with his ass resting on the couch. His cock slid in and out of M/n's body, filling him in a new and intimate way. "Is this okay?" he asked, nibbling on M/n's earlobe.

M/n moaned, arching his back to meet Soobin's thrusts. "More," he whispered. "Please." Soobin's touch was electrifying, making every nerve ending in M/n's body tingle with anticipation. The older man's fingers danced over M/n's chest, teasing and taunting, before moving lower, caressing his stomach and hip. M/n's muscles tightened as Soobin's cock found a new angle, filling him completely.

He leaned forward, resting his weight on his arms as Soobin continued to thrust, their hips moving in perfect synchrony. The older man's lips brushed against M/n's neck, his hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You're so beautiful," Soobin murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I never want this feeling to end."

𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟 ;; 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎

Gazing at the stars next to him had never been so sad, think that this it might be the last time.

The sky looked particularly beautiful, the bright full moon illuminating our night and the stars, filling every space in that dark ocean, twinkling like beautiful sparkles that usually filled me with peace.

I turn my face to look at him. In the moonlight, he had a beautiful smile and his eyes were shining. Try on learn by heart every part of his face, so i always take it with me. I took his hand giving it a little squeeze, his smile got bigger.

—Okay, don't be afraid, we'll be together—. He gave me a small look along with a wink and then he continue to admire the stars as if nothing will happen.

—Bin, do you know what's going to happen? You haven't forgotten, have you?—.

—You must go, I know ... They're going to move but you don't want to, you don't want to go so far away.— his eyes roamed the vastness of the sky.

—I'm going to miss you, I'm really going to miss you—. My eyes struggled to don't shed those tears that flooded them, cus i don't want to cry in front of him.

—Maybe we can do something ... Should we run?—. I looked at him in surprise. What was he saying? How were we going to run away?. —We could go anywhere, nothing would stop us, not even the end of the world. You and me forever together.—

Silence reigned in the place after his last words, that was our promise, we promised to always be together, but this was bigger, my parents would not allow it.

—Soo, you know we can't fight this, my paren...—

—No, it's fine.—He interrupted me. —It doesn't have to be now, I'll go for you wherever you go, I'll be with you at any time, so when it's the time, run away with me—. His eyes sparkled with amusement.

And there i understood it, he would go wherever i was when i necessitate him. This didn't have to end here, he was willing to keep on, i also wanted do it.

—Should we run now?—. I smiled at him, Soobin nodding closer to me. He gently caressed one of my cheeks and then placed a small kiss on my forehead.

—We can run away when you want, just don't take your heart away from me, please don't move forward without me and when you need me please, call me, wherever, I swear, I'll go there—. His gaze fell on my lips and without hesitation he approached to kiss them, sealing our new promise.

M𝓐KEUP ( @🐰 ) : a choi soobin oneshot .

IN WHICH, yn, le sserafim’s makeup artist, is also hired by txt, only worsening her crush on the popular idol soobin. luckily for her, soobin has the same issue.

✦ pairing — idol!choi soobin x fem!makeup artist!yn (feat. all txt and lsf members.)

✦ themes — oneshot , smau , co-workers to lovers (?) , fluff , humor , mutual pining

✦ cw — none afaik !

✦ a/n — not too sure if i like this or not but it took me a MINUTE to make so i thought it’d just post it 🧍🏽‍♀️

— soobjvn 𐙚⊹