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There are certain things Beomgyu came to learn about Soobin only after starting to date him. It didn’t matter that they had eight years of friendship backing the beginning of their relationship—Beomgyu doesn’t think even twenty years of friendship would land him privy to the things he’s learned only after they went from friendship to relationship.
There’s a list, composed of many items, but there’s one which keeps making a recurring appearance: Choi Soobin is such a pervert.
Not even knowing the fact that Soobin’s favourite anime is more porn than plot—not even Beomgyu’s knowledge of Soobin’s extensive hentai collection could have prepared him for just how outlandish Soobin is in the bedroom, sometimes. And Beomgyu says outlandish with a lot of love, by the way. After all, he is the one who indulges Soobin whenever he asks, so he can’t be too much better, at the end of the day. Turnabout, or something like that.
All in all, what Beomgyu is trying to say is that he’s used to it, at this point. Which is why it’s more than easy to not bat an eye at Soobin when he comes into the kitchen after a long day of work, wraps his arms around Beomgyu’s waist from behind, and sighs fondly while declaring that—
“You’re such a cute little housewife.” Although, maybe the next stroke of Beomgyu’s knife comes down along the poor apple on the cutting board with a bit too much force.
“Did you decide to come home tonight instead of going to your mistress’ place?” Beomgyu asks, holding an apple slice up for Soobin above his shoulder. He isn’t looking, but he can feel the pout on Soobin’s lips when they take the fruit from between his fingers.
“Don’t ruin the mood, Gyu…” Soobin says around a mouthful of munching. Beomgyu scoffs, and begins cutting into the other half of the apple.
“You didn’t even create a mood, Soobinie,” he tells his fiancé, ignoring the way he grumbles under his breath. Soobin’s hold is still unrelenting around his waist.
“Okay, let me try again,” Soobin insists. He even goes as far as to clear his throat, and if Beomgyu wasn’t so used to everything Choi Soobin, he’d wonder if this was all necessary. Based on experience, Beomgyu knows that it is, in fact, necessary. “It’s kinda hot coming home to you cutting fruit.”
Beomgyu snorts.
“Are you trying to turn me on? Because this seems like more of a turn on for you.” Beomgyu is done cutting the apple into slices, and moves along to wash his sticky hands in the sink. Soobin follows behind him, waddling since it seems like he isn’t keen on letting go anytime soon. “Also, it’s barely 5:00 PM, have some class.”
“Beomgyu, you don’t love me,” Soobin accuses, rather boldly if he’s being honest. If Beomgyu didn’t love Soobin, he’s pretty sure he would’ve rejected his proposal three years ago. “You hate me for who I am—” Beomgyu manages to step out of Soobin’s arms for a moment, just to pick up another apple slice and shove it between Soobin’s parted lips.
“How was work today?” the younger asks, choosing to forego the initial topic which brought on this behaviour from Soobin. He’ll tackle that after dinner, probably. As he said, it’s only 5:00 PM.
“If I say it was awful, are you going to make me feel better?” Soobin sounds too serious for Beomgyu to continue on the original route he was planning to go down. The original route in question being a normal, decent conversation with his fiancé after a long day of work.
“Was coming home to your housewife cutting you fruit not enough to make you feel better, baby?” Beomgyu emphasizes his question by shoving another apple slice between Soobin’s lips. “What hentai have you been reading late at night, Soob?”
“Enough,” Soobin grumbles, and Beomgyu snickers, knowing that he’s effectively ruined whatever sexy mood the older had been going for since he got home. “Why do I even like you… You really don’t love me.”
“You’re right,” he hums, noticing how Soobin still hasn’t loosened his tie, nor undone the buttons on his dress shirt. It’s usually the first thing Soobin does stepping through the front door. Therefore, Beomgyu takes it upon himself tonight to begin loosening Soobin’s tie. “I hate you, Choi Soobin.”
Soobin frowns, bringing two hands up to cup both of Beomgyu’s cheeks. “I hate you too, Choi Beomgyu.”
Beomgyu slides Soobin’s tie off, and their mouths meet in a long awaited kiss, celebrating the end of the work day, and the commencement of their time alone. Seven years of relationship later, and Soobin’s kisses still have the ability to make Beomgyu tingly all over.
How horrifying.
Rather quickly, Soobin’s hands stray from Beomgyu’s cheeks. They slide down to his neck, drift to his shoulders, and then run down his arms until he has a wrist in each hand. Soobin is surprisingly agile when it counts, given how clumsily he usually manages his height and stature, and Beomgyu is reminded of that once more as he swiftly brings Beomgyu’s wrists up above his head.
Probably against what Soobin had hoped for, Beomgyu giggles in response to being restrained. “Soobin, I’m starving.”
Expectedly, Soobin groans against his mouth. It makes Beomgyu giggle again, but he has enough decency to peck his fiancé’s lips a couple of times in apology. “Go get changed and come to the table.”
“What the hell do I get out of doing that?” Soobin grumbles, reluctantly letting Beomgyu go and taking a step back. Beomgyu can’t believe Soobin is asking, and he makes sure the latter knows that by scoffing and shaking his head as he begins unbuttoning the top buttons of Soobin’s dress shirt.
“Dinner, Soob? Sustenance?” the younger answers like it was obvious. But he should’ve known his simple reply wouldn’t make Soobin stop sulking, since Soobin just pouts and begins looking no parts like the twenty-five year old man that he is. His putelance makes Beomgyu sigh, cave, and indulge. “And we can shower together tonight.”
It’s borderline degrading how Soobin perks up at the promise. But Beomgyu is used to it, which is why the only reaction he can muster out of himself in response is a sigh. And then complain when Soobin lands a loud and wet smack of a kiss on his cheek.
“You’re the best fiancé ever, Beomie.”
Yeah. Doesn’t Beomgyu know it…
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Fortunately, Soobin is a heavy sleeper. Usually, it only irritates Beomgyu, since when they have a full itinerary of tasks to do, Soobin insists on sleeping for five more minutes. Repeatedly. But this morning, two hours before Soobin’s own alarm is supposed to go off, Beomgyu is glad his own unusually early alarm doesn’t wake him up.
He’s slow with his movements as he shuffles out of bed, and he almost trips over the tangled sheets which follow him. Beomgyu shuffles quietly around their room to gather what he needs to get ready this morning, and gently shuts the bathroom door behind him at the end.
The lights in the bathroom immediately blind him this early in the morning. Beomgyu takes a good five seconds to stare at himself in the mirror blankly once his eyes adjust, asking himself if he’s really about to do this. If he’s really awake at 5:00 AM when he seriously doesn’t need to be.
He takes a deep breath in through his nose, and groans under his breath on the exhale. The answer is yes. He’s really doing this. “Choi Soobin… You’re so damn lucky that I’m your fiancé…”
Beomgyu only takes showers like this a couple times a year: mostly on anniversaries, special dates like birthdays, or when he’s feeling particularly sentimental and in love, or something like that. Today isn’t an anniversary, nor is it a special day, and sentimental is most certainly not the word to describe how he’s feeling towards Soobin right now. In fact, it is quite possibly the last word he’d use.
But, he supposes that he’s feeling generous. Yeah, generous and patient, probably. Because it’s way too early to be awake, yet here he is, cleaning every minute crevice of his body in preparation. And he’s been dating Soobin for far too long to still be generous, but Beomgyu is a good person, what else can he say?
At least he feels marginally refreshed as he steps out of the shower. He takes his time with mosturizing and doing his skin care, and finishes with brushing through his wet hair only once. The next part is difficult: clothes.
Well, difficult in the sense that they’re just a physical reminder, which he’ll be wearing the whole day, of just how far he’s willing to go to indulge in Soobin.
First, he pulls black panties up his legs. They’re not new—Soobin has seen them maybe a handful of times—but it’s definitely been a while since Beomgyu has worn them. The elastic band is familiar around his hips, and the material is comfortable everywhere else.
Next, he puts on spandex shorts. They’re plain and black, and cover a bit more than what Soobin had hoped for when Beomgyu first bought them. Because of course they did.
Then, he has to choose between two of Soobin’s shirts: a soft blue t-shirt which looks more like a dress on Beomgyu than anything else, or a crisp, white button up shirt which Soobin more often than not wears to work. The decision is made easily enough when Beomgyu remembers that he’d much rather be comfortable, so he opts with Soobin’s t-shirt.
And finally, Beomgyu slips on a pair of round, wire framed glasses. No, he doesn’t have a prescription. Yes, Soobin is a pervert.
Beomgyu is mindful enough to still be quiet on his way out of the bathroom, putting his dirty clothes and towel away in the hamper. He shuffles his feet into slippers, and makes his way down to the kitchen while he lets Soobin sleep an extra handful of minutes before his alarm goes off.
The next task Beomgyu has to tackle before Soobin wakes up is packing his lunch. This isn’t a regular occurrence, but it’s not like Beomgyu’s never done it before either. When he’s feeling particularly kind, when Soobin’s week has been especially hectic, or when he can simply see that his fiancé needs a little pick-me-up, Beomgyu handles preparing his meal for the next day.
It’s what he does today too, putting rice in the cooker while he begins cutting vegetables. Beomgyu isn’t amazing in the kitchen, but Soobin is a cooking disaster on two legs, so Beomgyu had no choice but to pick up the slack over the years. And now, he’s decently impressed with the meals he can whip up, and Soobin is more than glad to lend him a helping hand, so it works out.
Today, Beomgyu purposely puts extra effort into trying to make Soobin’s lunch look… Cute, for lack of better words. He’s seen parents do that for their kids, he’s seen couples do it for each other too. It’s just that… Those couples are usually in middle school or high school, compared to Beomgyu and Soobin, who have both already graduated university with degrees.
Nonetheless, Beomgyu wills himself to ignore minute details, and to remember that Soobin likes these kinds of things. He may not say it out loud, and he may not ask for it, but Beomgyu isn’t blind or ignorant. If he’s going to indulge Soobin today, then he’s going to do it properly.
After Soobin’s lunch is prepared, the last thing Beomgyu has to do is make their breakfast. On a good day, Soobin’s breakfast is a mug of tea and a piece of toast. But that was when he didn’t have Beomgyu already awake since the ass crack of dawn.
Today, Beomgyu cuts fruits, makes Soobin’s tea for him, scrambles some eggs, and pops two pieces of bread into the toaster. He’s outdoing himself, really, and it’s not even 8:30 AM yet.
Beomgyu then hears Soobin’s footsteps before he hears his voice.
“Hm? Good morning, Beomgyu,” Soobin greets confusedly, but happily nonetheless, kissing the younger’s head softly. “What’re you doing up? Do you have any plans?”
And this… This is now the hard part, Beomgyu realizes. Everything up to this point had been fine, since it didn’t involve actually talking to Soobin. But now, his fiancé is right next to him, eyeing the breakfast scattered around the kitchen with a confused look on his face, and Beomgyu wills himself to remember that no matter what, Soobin will always be more embarrassing than him.
(The only reason it’s a comforting thought is because it’s true. Beomgyu has known Soobin for fifteen years at this point, and there is absolutely nothing about the other that he’s forgotten. He has a plethora of blackmail on Soobin, and an even larger bank of memories reserved for events and gatherings, where he can tell stories and garner laughter at Soobin’s expense.)
Beomgyu takes a silent, deep breath. “No, I don’t have any plans. Just wanted to spoil my husband today.”
Much like he expected, the silence following his words is loud. He’s just glad he isn’t looking at Soobin, since he’s busy washing dishes in the sink. But that doesn’t mean he can’t see Soobin—out of his peripheral vision, Beomgyu can see that Soobin takes a few seconds to process his words. And when he finally does, Beomgyu also sees a cocky grin spread across his lips.
“Ah, Choi Beomgyu, I knew you couldn’t wait for our wedding,” Soobin jeers smugly, going as far as to wrap his arms around Beomgyu’s waist from behind. “Are you gonna spoil your husband when we’re married too, hm?” Soobin is teasing, Beomgyu knows this, and it takes everything in the latter to stick to the script.
Just remember, he tells himself, Soobin is going to fucking fall in love with you all over again by the end of tonight.
“Of course,” Beomgyu hums, willing his voice to sound casual, and for his hands not to shake as he continues with, “That’s what a good wife should do, right?”
Once again, Beomgyu is glad he isn’t looking at Soobin. And that Soobin can’t see his face either, since the second Beomgyu feels him freeze behind him, it’s his turn to feel smug. He knows he caught Soobin off guard with his comment, and instead of indulging in his nature and teasing Soobin, he indulges in Soobin and putters around the kitchen to bring their breakfast to the table.
“Well, aren’t you gonna join me for breakfast?” Beomgyu asks after he’s done setting the table. Soobin has yet to say anything, but he’s been watching him with a calculated look the whole time he was walking around. “You’re not gonna make me eat alone, are you, Soobin? I made this all for you.” Beomgyu is laying it on thick, he knows, but he doesn’t regret pouting at the end since it kickstarts Soobin into action.
They both take a seat at the table, and Beomgyu grins at how Soobin goes back to making normal, everyday conversation as they eat. As if anything about this morning is normal, and happens everyday. But he doesn’t say anything about it, and just plays along.
When it’s time for Soobin to leave for work, Beomgyu frowns. “You’re gonna be gone the whole day, Soob… I’m gonna miss you.” Again, Soobin is gobsmacked at the confession. Beomgyu has long stopped whining about Soobin going to work, specifically a couple months after they first moved in together, all those years ago. Not everyone has the luxury of working from home like Beomgyu does, as it were.
“Beomgyu,” Soobin suddenly starts, looking and sounding a bit more serious than usual. Half of Beomgyu wants to curl into a ball at how he’d rather end everything here, before anything could have begun, and the other half wants to keep going just for Soobin’s reaction. “Are you feeling sick or something? You’re not usually this…” Soobin doesn’t know what word to use, it seems, seeing as he just vaguely gestures around them.
“Can I not miss my husband when he’s not home? You’re leaving your wife here all alone,” Beomgyu explains. He’s beginning to enjoy watching a myriad of emotions flash through Soobin’s eyes per second.
“Then… What are you going to do when I’m gone?” Soobin asks like he doesn’t know that Beomgyu also has a job that he needs to do. But the question may stem from Soobin catching on, so Beomgyu plays his part too.
“I’m gonna clean around the house—” Maybe only a little, since the floors do need to be vacuumed. “Do our laundry—” No, he’s not. Laundry is done on the weekends, which starts tomorrow, and there’s no point in doing laundry now when the sheets will probably need to be tossed into the washing later tonight, anyways. “And cook dinner so that it’s ready for you when you’re back home.” Beomgyu is probably going to order delivery tonight, if he’s being honest.
Beomgyu watches in real time as Soobin gulps, and deems it a satisfying response to his answer. What’s probably more satisfying though, is the way Soobin’s voice is croaky as he asks, “And why would you do all of that?”
Beomgyu grins prettily, and leans his forward on the table just so that he can see Soobin’s face clearer when he speaks. Even makes sure he looks extra cute and genuine.
“Because I’m your perfect housewife. Right, Soobin?”
Soobin inhales sharply, sitting up straighter as if he’s been zapped in the spine with electricity. Honestly, Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past him, at this point. “Beomgyu—”
“Right?” Beomgyu persists, not minding if he sounds desperate for an answer. This is doing more for Soobin than it is for Beomgyu anyways. “Aren’t I, Bin?”
This time, the silence isn’t as loud, but it is enjoyable. Watching Soobin watch him, internally debating what the right thing to say is. Honestly, there’s no wrong thing to say, lest Beomgyu’s whole plot flies right over Soobin’s head, but he’s intrigued nonetheless.
Finally, “Yeah. You’re right, you are, Beomie.” Beomgyu smiles, self satisfied, and watches as a saccharine smile of Soobin’s own blooms on the latter’s face. “Come give your husband a kiss, baby.”
Beomgyu can’t help the little laugh which slips out, and whether it’s a laugh which stems from the sheer ridiculousness of this… Roleplay (?) or from genuine contentment, he’s not sure. And he doesn’t think it matters anyways, since he’s kissing Soobin now.
“Are you going to be waiting for me, Beomgyu?” Soobin asks with their mouths barely inches apart. His eyes take in what Beomgyu is wearing, and then his nose travels along Beomgyu’s hairline, all the way down to his collarbones to get a whiff of his shampoo and bodywash. Soobin’s hands feel big on his hips, but when do they not?
“Mhm. I’ll be waiting for you, Soobin.” Then he kisses Soobin again, feels his fiancé smile into the exchange, and decides that it’s sometimes rewarding to indulge in Soobin.
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Even as he’s stepping into a relatively-easy piece of lingerie which somehow turns into an insanely-difficult-to-put-on piece of lingerie, Beomgyu can’t deny that he’s giddy. This isn’t something he hasn’t done before, and it’s by far one of the more tamer outfits Beomgyu has ever stepped into.
Once again, Soobin can be seen as outlandish with his bedroom interests, but Beomgyu isn’t any better since the deepest depths of his closet contain one too many costumes, a bit too many toys.
So yeah, this is pretty tame compared to everything else. This lingerie looks like a babydoll, just more strappy and… Structured?
The piece falls over his head easily, and the hem ends right under where the hem of his black panties end. The babydoll is black too, with lace patterns on the chest area and along the back. There’s extra fabric to tie into a bow too, and it takes Beomgyu a couple attempts to get it into a pretty looking one, centered on his back.
He gives himself a quick glance in the mirror once it's on, and finds that tying the fabric into a bow has given the babydoll the illusion of a corset—and in other words, his waist looks really good. He spends a good few seconds contemplating if makeup is even worth it, having a feeling it’d just end up being messy, before deciding that he might as well.
He’s come this far already, a little blush isn’t going to hurt anybody (except Soobin. Beomgyu kind of hopes the pink, rosy hue on his cheeks makes Soobin’s heart hurt). There’s no point in putting something on his lips—not when he knows it’ll smear messily. Besides, his lips will probably be bitten raw and swollen after the first few kisses Soobin gives him.
Now, all there’s left to do is wait. Beomgyu had dinner delivered before changing, and it’s sitting in the oven, warm and ready for when Soobin comes home. He knows that pulling plain, white socks onto his feet kind of ruins the look, but Beomgyu is freezing, since he’s barely wearing anything at all in the first place.
Beomgyu takes a seat on the couch, and scrolls through his phone as the seconds tick by. He kind of wonders if Soobin had thought about him while he was at work.
Which, well, Soobin does normally think about him. It’s why he receives texts sporadically throughout the day. But Beomgyu wants to know if Soobin is thinking about him today. If Soobin has been looking forward to finally being able to leave and come home. If Soobin has been looking forward to coming home to Beomgyu.
His little wife.
Even just thinking about it makes Beomgyu snort into his hands. Seven years ago, when he asked Soobin to be his boyfriend, he didn’t know their relationship would entail that he one day acts like a housewife for his fiancé.
But alas, here they are. Here Beomgyu is, sitting on the couch, legs cold and exposed, waiting for Soobin to come home and hopefully not laugh at the sheer insanity of today.
But Beomgyu has a strong feeling that Soobin won’t laugh. Soobin probably has wet dreams about this very scenario, and the only reason Beomgyu doesn’t know if he does or doesn’t for sure is because Soobin wakes up earlier than him for work.
And then, like clockwork, he hears the passcode being typed into the padlock on the other side of their front door.
He doesn’t have enough time to get up, despite originally planning to greet Soobin at the door. Soobin is already walking into their apartment, announcing his presence with what’s probably a practiced, “Honey, I’m home!”
Beomgyu tries to stifle his laughter, but he’s still sure that the sound carries over to Soobin. He doesn’t show if it does though, and instead simply takes his shoes off, throws his suit jacket over the armrest of the couch, and smiles at Beomgyu.
“Welcome home,” Beomgyu grins back too, his eyes twinkling almost as bright as his smile when he sees Soobin’s eyes drift down to see what he’s wearing. “I missed you, Soobin.” Not a lie, but definitely an exaggeration. Beomgyu’s gotten better at not needing to be next to Soobin twenty-four hours, seven days a week.
“I missed you too, Beomie,” the older agrees, taking a seat next to Beomgyu on the couch. The latter is sure Soobin is simply making a show of it when he looks around the apartment. “The place looks really nice. You cleaned up well.”
The place was already clean to begin with, they both know that. But they also both know what they’re doing, so Beomgyu simply preens under the praise.
“Thank you. Are you hungry? Dinner is in the oven.” Saying it like that makes it sound like Beomgyu cooked himself. And Soobin doesn’t need to know that it’s delivery just yet.
Soobin doesn’t say anything. He hums instead, and crosses his left leg over the right one, and props an elbow on the headrest of the couch. He rests his head on his palm, and gives Beomgyu yet another look, up and down.
“I think I like this,” Soobin states bluntly, smiling sweetly like he did when Beomgyu said ‘I love you’ for the first time. “I like seeing you pretty.”
“I’m always pretty,” Beomgyu blurts out before he can think it over. That’s not in the script, but he makes quick work of trying to salvage it. “I should always be pretty, for you. So that you’ll always like me.”
Soobin makes a small, wounded sound at that, but Beomgyu can tell that he’s pretending. The same way the younger was pretending with what he just said—he knows Soobin will always like him, no matter what he looks like.
“I’ll always like my cute little housewife,” Soobin assures, finally, finally bringing a hand out to touch Beomgyu. His fingers are slim and delicate where they end up cupping Beomgyu’s cheek, thumbing over the makeup painted blush on his cheekbones. “Because you’re perfect for me.”
Beomgyu smiles, giggles, and feels his heart warm up just a bit when he sees the genuinely infatuated look in Soobin’s eyes. This may be their poor attempt at roleplay, but they’re clearly both still enjoying it.
“Perfect,” Beomgyu agrees, nodding just once. He closes his eyes for a moment, and nuzzles into Soobin’s palm for another. When he opens his eyes, he hopes he looks as coy as he sounds, “Kiss?”
“Does my wife want a kiss?” Soobin reiterates, just to tease. It has its desired effect anyway, since Beomgyu can feel his cheek heating up with a real blush against Soobin’s hand.
“Yes,” Beomgyu says quietly. This time when he looks at Soobin, it’s from underneath his eyelashes. “I want a kiss from my husband.”
And so that’s exactly what Soobin does. He pulls Beomgyu close by the face, until their lips meet in a long awaited kiss. Soobin’s mouth kind of tastes like chewing gum, and he wonders if Soobin can taste the apples he had earlier on his own tongue.
The older pulls him closer again, but this time Beomgyu has to bring his arms out to stabalize his palms on either side of Soobin’s body. His knees are digging into the couch too, one of them between Soobin’s now uncrossed legs. Beomgyu gasps softly into their kiss, tilting his head to one side accordingly when Soobin’s tongue begins to prod at the seam of his lips. Like this, Beomgyu can really taste the flavour of spearmint off of his tongue.
It’s not long before Beomgyu feels Soobin’s free hand begin to graze over the back of his bare thigh. The featherlight touch sends shivers down Beomgyu’s spines, shivers which Soobin can definitely feel, based off of the way he’s now grinning into their kiss, undoubtedly pleased.
“Are you gonna greet me like this everyday, baby?” Soobin mumbles against his lips, his hand finding a firmer grip on Beomgyu’s flesh and muscle so that he can pull him onto his thigh. Like this, there’s nothing left up for imagination, because his babydoll doesn’t cover anything in the first place: his erection straining against his panties is exposed right for Soobin to see. And touch.
“Yes, of course I will,” Beomgyu nods. He brings his hands up to touch Soobin too, once again beginning to loosen the tie around his neck. Like yesterday, he’s yet to take it off. Beomgyu takes it as a testament to how excited Soobin really had been to come home. “I need to practice for when you make me your wife for real.”
Since they’re pressed so close together, Beomgyu can feel Soobin’s erection swell against his thigh. In any other scenario, Beomgyu would tease him for it. But he’s not in the right position to, since they’re both half hard, at this point.
“Do you think about it a lot?” Soobin suddenly asks. Beomgyu can’t really tell what he’s thinking as he asks the question, since Soobin has moved on to pressing wet kisses onto his jaw. He can either take the question literally—if he thinks about their future wedding day a lot—or he can think about the question in their current context—if he thinks about being Soobin’s wife.
In the end, he settles on an answer taken from somewhere between those two places. “Yeah, I think about it,” Beomgyu hums, discarding the tie he’d been working on and running his hands through the back of Soobin’s hair instead. The older’s plush, wet lips have now found their way to right behind his earlobe, where Beomgyu shivers from sensitivity and from hearing Soobin’s laboured breathing up close. “Making sure everything is ready for you when you get home, so that my husband doesn’t have to do anything after working so hard all day.”
If Beomgyu wasn’t aroused right now, he’d cringe at his own words. They’re so backwards, since he does a full day’s worth of work everyday too, but he can’t find it in himself to think about the details right now. Soobin is on his third hickey, anyways, so there are more important things to think of.
“I’d love that, Beomgyu,” Soobin groans, finally bringing his head out of Beomgyu’s neck so that they can lock eyes again. There’s already a deep, molten layer of lust clouding Soobin’s pupils, and Beomgyu is sure that his own aren’t any better. “You’d take care of me, yeah?”
“Mhm,” Beomgyu nods. He leans in to kiss Soobin again, and sighs happily when it results in Soobin grabbing his hip tighter, his other hand delicately tracing the lines of the muscles on his shoulder. “Treat you so good, Soobin.”
“And I’ll take care of you too,” Soobin assures, words hot and wet between their mouths. Soobin’s fingers have managed to push the thin strap of the babydoll down one shoulder, his lips immediately latching onto the bare skin and pressing down hot, searing kisses. “Fuck my pretty wife every night for being so good to me."
This time, Beomgyu moans at the promise. It’s a low sound, but it’s one which Soobin proceeds to pull out of him continuously with the way he pulls Beomgyu even more impossibly closer, aligning their erections together.
“You’d like that, of course you would,” Soobin coos, trailing his kisses from Beomgyu’s shoulder to down his arm. He maintains eye contact with the younger as he does, and even as he speaks. “You’re such a good wife, Beomie. You’d do anything I ask, hm?”
Maybe Soobin is just trying to see how far he can take this. And if that’s what it truly is, then Beomgyu isn’t too ashamed to admit that Soobin can take it far.
“I would,” Beomgyu whimpers, breath catching in his throat as he takes in the brilliant grin Soobin rewards him with for his answer. “Of course I would—anything for you, oppa.”
Now, Beomgyu didn’t mean to let it slip, but he’s not too mad or embarrassed about it. The name has come out before—per Soobin’s request, because of course it was—and it’s nothing either of them are unfamiliar with. The name almost rolls off of Beomgyu’s tongue too easily in this context, and it’s with a striking realization that Beomgyu accepts that, like almost all of Soobin’s other kinks, he’s into this too.
“You’re perfect,” Soobin repeats. This time the words come out darker though. His eyes are dark with desire too, and when Beomgyu finally meets them again through his own hooded ones, he bites his lip at just how sexy Soobin looks right now: hair disheveled, two buttons undone on his dress shirt, lips swollen, wet, and pink. His chest rises up and down notably too, breathing coming out a bit harsh. “You’re perfect for oppa, Beomgyu.”
They kiss again. This time it’s beyond messy: tongues running along the backs of teeth, saliva pooling until it inevitably spills down their chins. Beomgyu would normally hate a kiss this messy, but with Soobin it’s like he’s found everything he’s been looking for.
“Oppa,” Beomgyu moans, pulling away to catch his breath and to speak. “I can—I can make you feel good. Please let me,” he pants, asking for permission just because he knows that it’s what a good, perfect wife would do.
“What do you want, baby?” Soobin presses. He doesn’t stop Beomgyu when he begins to shuffle off of Soobin’s thigh, no matter how much he wants to rut against the firm muscle. He kneels between Soobin’s legs, and his hands make their way to the waistband of his slacks before he can spit the words out.
“I want to blow you,” he says. It’s almost muscle memory to begin unbuckling Soobin’s pants, but his hand pauses over the buckle of his belt, looking up at Soobin again with what he can only hope is a desperate look. “Can I please, oppa? I want you in my mouth—I’ve wanted it all day.” Also not a lie, but Beomgyu wants Soobin in his mouth more often than not anyways.
“Go ahead,” Soobin grants permission through a sharp breath, leaning back more until he’s comfortable against the armrest of the couch. One leg is on the ground, while the other is stretched out along the inside of the couch, giving Beomgyu space to stay kneeled.
Eager, Beomgyu undoes Soobin’s belt, undoes the button on his slacks, and unzips them too before he feels his mouth water. Even under his fingers, Soobin is hard. And Beomgyu suddenly can’t wait any longer to feel the familiar, hot weight on his tongue.
Although the position isn’t the most comfortable, Beomgyu stays on his knees and presses his chest almost flat against the couch. He knows that Soobin gets a view like this, the panties digging into his ass and creating an alluring visual.
Once Soobin’s cock is pulled out of his boxers and pants, Beomgyu wastes no time before wrapping his lips around the tip and suckling. The salty taste of precome is quite honestly one of Beomgyu's favourite flavours in the world, so he savours the taste before working his way down Soobin’s cock, expertly.
This is almost easy, at this point, but despite the practiced ease, it’s still as exciting. Beomgyu is honestly addicted to the way he can feel Soobin twitching in his mouth, against his tongue. He also loves it when Soobin asks him to stay still, and then prods the inside of his cheek with his cockhead just to see the way it bulges on the outside. Like he does now.
“God, fuck, Beomgyu,” Soobin groans, letting his hand trail up to Beomgyu’s hair now. “You feel so good, honey. Like you were made for me, right?”
Beomgyu nods his head in agreement before going down again. The head of Soobin’s cock tickles the back of his throat by the time there’s still a quarter of his length left, and Beomgyu breathes through his nose, determined.
He’s made for Soobin. So he should be able to take Soobin down his throat all the way.
Which he does. He can feel his throat spasm as Soobin’s cock pushes itself further in, moulding Beomgyu to the shape of him. The thought makes Beomgyu moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head slightly before his eyelids flutter shut. Normally, Beomgyu likes to look up at Soobin when he’s sucking dick, but he finds that this time he’s too lost in his own pleasure—the arousal which keeps pooling and pooling from the act of performing oral on his fiancé.
Soobin lets out loud and deep moans above him, the sounds spurring Beomgyu on even more. He hollows his cheeks and laves his tongue along prominent veins, more precome spilling right down his throat.
“Beomie, if you keep going, I’m gonna come,” Soobin warns, tightening the grip he has in Beomgyu’s hair. “Does my wife want my cum down his throat or in his ass?” Both, honestly, but he knows that Soobin is asking because he probably can’t go for a second round tonight. Beomgyu is vaguely reminded of the fact that they both worked full day shifts of work today, and that neither of them have yet to have dinner.
His answer comes in the form of slowly pulling off Soobin's cock, finding comfort in the way the older pats his head gently as he does so.
“Inside, oppa,” he answers hoarsely once he’s off, voice thick with spit and hoarse with the aftereffects of the drag of Soobin’s cock. “Come in me.”
“Whatever you’d like,” Soobin grunts. He wipes the corner of Beomgyu’s mouth, and helps him back onto his knees properly. “You’ve been so good for me, honey.”
Beomgyu preens again, and digs a hand between the couch cushions to retrieve a half full bottle of lube. It’s convenient, okay? He hands it to Soobin, who uncaps it, squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers, and warms it up as he watches Beomgyu step out of his precome stained panties.
“How do you want me, oppa?” Beomgyu asks, watching Soobin’s fingers a bit desperately. He knows his fiancé's preferences, but he still asks, if only to keep going along with the script.
“Just like this,” Soobin says, his clean hand pulling Beomgyu back onto his lap. Their erections brush against each other again, this time bare, and it makes them both moan. “I want to see my wife fall apart.”
Beomgyu blushes an alarming shade of red, and nods his head before bracing his hands on Soobin’s shoulders. Like this, Beomgyu only now realizes that Soobin is still completely dressed in his work clothes, while Beomgyu is left in only his measly babydoll.
When he feels Soobin’s fingers beginning to prod at his rim, Beomgyu quickly catches Soobin’s lips in a kiss so that he can swallow all of the younger’s moans and sounds of pleasure. One finger slides in slowly, and Beomgyu does his best to relax by focusing on kissing Soobin instead of the intrusion.
It works, because soon enough, one finger feels too empty. “More, oppa,” he requests against Soobin’s mouth, panting harshly when a second finger begins circling his rim. “Please let me have more.”
Beomgyu is intentional with his wording, since that’s what this is about, right? He listens to Soobin and Soobin only, he does whatever Soobin wants—so he’ll take whatever Soobin gives him too.
“You’re so polite, Beomgyu,” Soobin praises, his second finger pushing in just as gently as the first one. Soobin gives him less time to adjust this time round, and begins to slowly stretch his fingers inside of him. “Where’d you learn all these manners, baby?”
Again, there may be a double meaning behind Soobin’s question. Because usually, when they’re not in the middle of some questionable roleplay, Beomgyu isn’t polite in the slightest. His favourite pastime is riling Soobin up until the latter is frustrated beyond repair, and fucks into him like it’s his last night on Earth. Beomgyu runs his mouth over and over again, until Soobin shoves his fingers or his cock into his mouth just to keep him quiet.
Which makes tonight a bit different for the both of them. Beomgyu is pliant, and he asks for permission for everything. Tonight, it’s all completely up to Soobin, and the revelation gives them both a headrush.
“Learned them for you,” Beomgyu answers mindlessly, his own hips beginning to subconsciously fuck back onto Soobin’s fingers. The latter notices this, of course he does, so he circles Beomgyu’s stretched hole with a third finger to get him to relax and settle down a bit. And like a well oiled machine, it works. “So that I could be an obedient wife for you.”
Beomgyu hears it, Soobin mumbles a small ‘fuck,’ under his breath, but it gets lost in the way Soobin also adds a third finger inside of him. There are now three of Soobin’s fingers fucking him open for his cock, prodding around inside of him insistently.
“You are,” Soobin assures, kissing Beomgyu’s wobbling lips fondly. “You’ve been listening to me so well tonight. It’s why I love you so much, honey.”
Beomgyu knows that there are more reasons to back up why Soobin loves him, but it does things to his arousal to think about how Beomgyu being pliant and obedient makes his fiancé’s heart swell, no matter if it’s just for the scene or not.
“Will oppa fuck me now?” Beomgyu asks, one shaky hand coming down to stroke Soobin’s flushed, impossibly hard cock. The latter nods, and so Beomgyu snatches up the bottle of lube from beside him. “Can I—can I please ride you, oppa? You must be so tired from today, and I-I’ll take care of you,” he whimpers, already slicking up Soobin’s cock.
Soobin hisses at the contact, and the look in his eyes is so dangerously feral that it makes Beomgyu’s gut swirl with need and desire. He needs Soobin’s cock in him within the next thirty seconds, or he’ll genuinely tear up. “God, fuck, of course you can, Beomie. You’re so good, so perfect. Such a thoughtful little wife.”
Beomgyu nods, half delirious with need at this point, and positions himself on top of Soobin with his thighs on either side of his hips. Soobin’s back is leaning against the back cushions of the couch now, giving Beomgyu enough space to spread his legs and reach beneath him to hold Soobin’s cock still.
Just like every time Beomgyu sits down on Soobin’s cock, it takes a moment for him to make it all the way. The way Soobin’s length stretches him open is addicting, the sting pleasurable to a fault. Beomgyu's mouth stays open around pants, small huffs of breath, and tiny moans for the entire duration of him inching down his fiancé’s cock.
By the time Beomgyu’s ass is flush against Soobin’s thighs, he’s desperately diving in for a kiss again. “Oppa, you’re really big,” he says breathlessly. His nails are digging into Soobin’s shoulders, his hooded eyes catching a light sheen of sweat on the older’s forehead. “Always feel you in so deep—like you’re gonna break me,” he whimpers, grinding his hips down minutely.
“Would you like that?” Soobin asks, equally as breathless. One of his hands has an iron tight grip on Beomgyu’s hips, while the other is soothingly running up and down his side underneath the babydoll. “Do you want to be split open on my cock?”
“Yes, please,” Beomgyu moans, finally lifting himself up and dropping himself back down. It feels like Soobin’s cock is punching the air out of his lungs every time he falls back down, an intoxicating feeling which Beomgyu chases again, and again, and again. “Feel s’good, oppa, so good, so good.”
Soobin hums, the same hand that was on his side trailing upwards to tweak at Beomgyu’s erect, hard nipples. The extra stimulation makes Beomgyu moan louder, throwing his head back and presenting more of his chest to Soobin.
The older accepts the invitation, pushing Beomgyu’s babydoll up his chest until it bunches at his collarbones, leaving his skin exposed. Soobin’s mouth is immediately on him, his tongue swirling around one nipple while the other one is still getting pinched and teased with his fingers.
“Sweet little thing,” Soobin coos, and Beomgyu chokes on a moan when Soobin’s teeth tease his nipple. “You feel so perfect around me, honey. Almost like you’re a fleshlight made just for my cock.”
Beomgyu keens, a high sound which he’s too far gone to be ashamed of. All he can do is agree with Soobin’s words, because with the way Soobin’s cock is hitting all of the precious spots inside of him, he’s convinced that he really is made for Soobin.
“Oppa, oppa!” Beomgyu cries out, one of his hands leaving Soobin’s shoulder to grab his hair, just something to curl his fingers into and ground him from the burning ache beginning to settle in his thighs. “I can’t—please, please can you fuck me?”
He must sound desperately pathetic, because Soobin doesn’t bother teasing him or mocking him before helping them rearrange themselves. Beomgyu’s back meets the couch cushions, and his legs get folded and pushed up against his chest. Like this, Beomgyu can see Soobin looming over him: dark hair falling into his eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly, and his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Beomgyu wants to kiss those lips.
“I’ll take care of you now, baby,” Soobin promises, pushing his cock back into him smoothly. “My wife deserves a reward for working so hard.”
Soobin’s pace is animalistic, to say the least. Now that he’s in control, his hips are unrelenting as they slap against the back of Beomgyu’s thighs, punching a plethora of constant moans out of the younger.
“Did it for you,” Beomgyu babbles, catching onto the last thing Soobin said. His eyes are unfocused as he looks up at his fiancé, and it kind of makes Beomgyu wonder if his eyes are crossed too. “All for you, oppa, all for you, all for you—”
Beomgyu is cut off by Soobin kissing him harshly. With him bent down, his cock gets pushed even deeper inside of him, making Beomgyu cry out against the older’s lips. His pace never falters, and Beomgyu knows he’s about to come really, really soon.
“All for me,” Soobin repeats, and it sounds almost like a reminder. Knowing the older, it probably is. “You’re all mine, honey, you’re my wife, right Beomgyu?”
Beomgyu nods, moaning around a sob as his eyes prick with tears, pleasure increased by tenfold now that Soobin is constantly hitting his prostate dead-on. “I’m yours, oppa. I-I’m your wife, always, always, always—”
Soobin kisses him again, and Beomgyu is glad he does, since he’s sure they would have received a noise complaint for the way Beomgyu positively wails as his orgasm hit him.
Soobin doesn’t stop fucking him through it, wave after wave of pleasure only intensified by the way Soobin’s cock drags along his sensitive walls. Beomgyu continues to moan and babble against Soobin’s mouth, and his delirious words seem to be what sends Soobin over the edge, headfirst into his own orgasm.
Warmth welcomingly floods inside of Beomgyu, hot and sticky cum painting his insides white of his husband. The thought makes Beomgyu moan one more time, softly as he feels Soobin’s hips come to a halt, until they’re completely still against his thighs.
“Don’t—Don’t pull out yet please, oppa,” Beomgyu whispers when Soobin begins to shift. Although he can feel Soobin’s cock softening inside of him, Beomgyu still feels warm, sated, and soft like this, and he doesn’t want the feeling to go away just yet.
“Cute,” Soobin murmurs against Beomgyu’s jaw. He presses a couple kisses to the skin there before pulling his head up enough to make eye contact with the younger. “Hey there, Beomie. You did so well, baby. You’re perfect, y’know that?” Soobin noses along Beomgyu’s hairline as he speaks, kisses his forehead and temple too. “I love you.”
Beomgyu smiles. He knows that Soobin is going to tease him about this entire day after they’ve cleaned up, probably over dinner. He knows that Soobin is going to poke fun at him for clearly liking this as much as Soobin did. He also knows that Soobin is going to go on and on about actually being married too, probably once they’ve settled into bed for the night.
But for now, Beomgyu can only smile. He is perfect, isn’t he? Like he said, Choi Soobin is so damn lucky that Beomgyu is his fiancé. “I love you too. You’re gonna marry me, right Soobin?”
Soobin snorts and kisses Beomgyu’s lips again. “Is that even a question, Beomie? I can’t wait to make you my wife for real.”