Idol-ized Lovers || Choi Soobin [Rewritten]

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His hands roamed over your body as your lips moved against his in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and electric. You let out soft, muffled moans, your body reacting to the way his mouth found its way to your neck, then lower — grazing through the fabric of your top.

Your hands slid under the hem of his shirt, fingers tracing the line of his collarbone. The sight of his skin — warm, sculpted, inviting — sent a rush through you. You undid the buttons one by one, until his shirt hung open, revealing the toned lines of his chest.

"You like this?" he asked, catching the way your eyes lingered. "I love it," you breathed, pulling him into another deep kiss. In one smooth motion, Soobin lifted you into his arms, cradling you bridal style as he carried you to your bedroom. The air was thick with tension, anticipation humming between you like static.

He set you gently on the bed before stepping back, fingers moving to unfasten his trousers. As they slipped down, the outline pressing against his boxers was impossible to ignore. He crawled onto the bed, his hands moving to lift your shirt. You hadn't worn a bra — you rarely did at home — and now, under his gaze, your bare chest was fully exposed.

He bit his lip, eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you.

"Soobin, please..." you whispered, the ache between your legs intensifying as he leaned in, brushing a thumb across your nipple — featherlight, teasing. But the tension got to him too. In the next moment, his mouth was on your breast, warm and wet, while his hand roughly kneaded the other. A deep moan escaped your throat as heat radiated through your core.

His hand slid downward, slipping beneath your panties with purpose. He looked up at you as his fingers found the sensitive spot between your thighs, circling it slowly. "Does it feel good?" he asked, voice husky, his gaze locked with yours. All you could do was nod — needy, breathless.

His thumb moved in rhythm, coaxing your body to respond to every touch, while one of his fingers dipped inside you, then another. You gasped — his fingers long, confident, reaching deep — and pleasure rippled through your body like a wave.

"Soobin-ah... just—please," you whimpered, voice shaky. "I need you." You confessed, voice shaking. "You really need me that bad?" he teased, his grin lazy and smug, his fingers still working you open. You nodded frantically. "Say it," he murmured. "Tell me." You exhaled, breath catching. "I need you inside me, Soobin." That was all he needed.

"Then here you go, baby," he said, positioning himself between your legs, his hands gently guiding them up onto his shoulders. You felt the warmth of his body, the slow drag of his hips aligning with yours. And then — finally — the connection, the feeling of being filled, slowly at first, stretching to accommodate him. He groaned low in your ear, and you clutched at his arms.

He started slow — patient, savoring — but it didn't last. Within moments, his pace quickened, hips rolling harder, deeper. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the room, your moans growing louder with each thrust.

It was overwhelming — the way he moved, the way he looked at you like you were everything. Every time he pushed into you, it wasn't just physical. You felt it in your chest, in your throat — like you belonged to him in this moment, and he belonged to you.

"You like this?" he asked between gritted teeth, sweat glistening on his forehead. "You like me like this?" He looked into your eyes seductively. "Yes—yes!" you cried out, barely able to catch your breath.

His body pressed closer, his lips brushing your cheek, your shoulder, your mouth — all of him tangled with all of you. With one final deep thrust, he moaned your name and collapsed over you, breathing hard, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. His breath warmed your skin, your fingers gently stroking his back. You knew reality might feel different in the morning — but right now, none of that mattered. Right now, you were his, and he was yours.

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You stirred awake, sunlight slipping in through the curtains. Soobin was still beside you, arm wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You turned slightly to face him. He looked peaceful — soft, boyish, beautiful. You traced a finger along his cheek.

"I'm sorry... didn't mean to wake you," you whispered. His eyes fluttered open. "Good morning," he mumbled, pulling you even closer. You stayed like that for a while — tangled up in each other, wrapped in a silence that felt safe. "It was sudden, huh?" he finally said. "Yeah," you admitted, smiling.

"I like this," he said softly, eyes on yours. "The sex?" you joked, trying to lighten the moment. He shook his head, smiling. "Us." Your heart skipped. You smiled — wide, real — and leaned into his embrace. And in that moment, you realized something: You didn't regret it at all.