My Soul. {Soul x Reader} (AT)

Soul x Reader


*There are a few mentions of nudity and sex but nothing happens. Continue reading at your own risk *


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“Sooooooooooul!!!!”

You growled, storming in and out of random rooms of your house searching for the said male. The reason? Well....

You had found your undergarments drawer open.

Being in a relationship with a rather perverted young male was sometimes difficult, mainly because you were “saving it for after marriage”. Yes, you are one of those well-brought-up-by-strict-and-relegious-family girls. And you honestly did not mind. But Soul obviously did.

You had made it clear to him that only kissing was acceptable to you from the early days of your relationship and he seemed to accept it. But as time went by, he started getting impatient -and so those kind of things happened. He would pinch your ass as he casually walked by, search your underwear drawer, watch porn on his laptop -on speaker- (which by the way you could hear even if you were in the garden or shower), etc.

It was torture.

But you were so in love with him that you would let him get away with it, save from some scolding which you never forgot to give him.

Besides, you could understand him. You too had urges, but your morals and the voice of your parents yelling at you when they had discovered you had kissed him (stupid peeping younger brother told them. Ugh) was forcing you to hold back.

“Where are you hiding you white haired perv?!”

You yelled but no more words escaped your mouth as when you sauntered in the bathroom, you saw him showering. It was an accident, but it was still the first time you had seen him (or anyone in general) naked.

For a second, you were both looking at each other. He with an expression of indifference, as if saying “what are you doing in here?” ignoring the fact mentioned before, and you with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He was HOT. His toned muscles looked shiny since they were wet and oh, his wet hair. And...his...you know what....

You spun around on your heels and ran out, feeling more embarassed than ever. You face was a deep red and you could swear blood was dripping from your nose. Except for biology textbooks, this was the first time you had seen a male’s genitalia.

A quick run around the house calmed you a bit and after you had managed to push the image of your beloved boyfriend naked and wet in the back of your head, you walked in your room and faceplanted on the bed.

“Ugh. What has been seen cannot be unseen...” you mumbled in the pillows. And then you heard the door you had barely closed before slowly creaking open.

“Hey....Are you okay?”

He asked while taking a seat to your side, lightly poking your arm. He was now fully dressed but his hair was still quite damp. You turned around to face him and sat up.

“Yeah....I just...Yeah.”

“Ooookay...So should we or should we not discuss about you seeing me naked?” he casually asked, causing your blood to rush to your cheeks again.

“N-No we should totally not! You know that I didn’t want this to happen! Oh my innocent mind has been scarred forever!” You whined dramatically, trying to cheer up yourself.

“Well, you would see me naked anyway, when we finally got married. So where’s the problem in it happening a bit earlier? It’s not like we had sex or anything.”


He wasn’t wrong. You were still a virgin. But suddenly it hit you, making you look him right in the eye with the most surprised and happy look you could pull off.


“You....You want us to get married?” you managed to utter.

A grin made its appearance on his face.

“Heck yeah! You’re the one I love, duuuuh” he said as he embraced you.Your arms wrapped around him as well.


“Even if you wanted me to wait a thousand years to have sex with you, I’d wait. Don’t be an idiot.”


You ‘awwww’ed inside your thoughts and kissed his neck. He was so sweet sometimes.

“Of course, to wait that long would require daily visits to your undergarments drawer and unlimited por-OUCH!”

Yes you just hit him on the head. He was asking for it.

But you chuckled. It may have been inappropriate but it was still a bit funny. And it reminded you that no matter what he said or did, you would still love him. Maybe even a bit more every time...

...until death does you two apart...