#sub soobin

[lucidwntrr]

최수빈 ───〃TRUTH OR DARE...

"soobin," you whisper to him, breaking the kiss. soobin was breathless as he hopelessly chased after you, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you. his cheeks were flushed and lips swollen, he looked so pretty. "do you want to take this to my room?" you ask, bringing your hand around to trace your thumb along his bottom lip, soobin's tongue sneakily licking your finger as he nods.

── synopsis: i needed to request sub!soobin whos ur best friend and has had a big fat massive crush on you for the longest time and you’re having a little house party with you and the rest of txt and you’re playing truth or dare and beomgyu is asking all kinds of freaky questions and soobin gets insanely flustered and the rest of the group knows about soobs crush on you so someone dares you to kiss him and you do and it gets pretty steamyyyyyyyy and then the rest of them make an excuse to leave so that soobin can get railed! i love soobin.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!soobin x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 4.8k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: friends-to-lovers, soobin likes you a lot, whiny soobin, he blushes a bunch, kissing, some praise, riding (wrap it up!), etc. ˚꩜｡ notes: a request that took wayyyy to long (i apologize !!!), but i'll be honest the smut is pretty short cause i had so much fun writing the pre-smut than the actual thing.

“how about truth or dare,”

it’s been about an hour into the small party that you and your friends decided to have on a whim. finals were coming up and you figured a small gathering could help relieve some stress from constantly studying. it wasn’t much anything major, just a little drinking, munching on some snacks, and catching up on any daily happenings that we happened to miss.

you were all standing around in the kitchen, sipping on different flavors of soju. once the alcohol started to hit is when beomgyu got bored of conversation and wanted to play a game, “guys, let's do something funnn.” he whined into yeonjun’s ear, poking him in his side from where they were leaned against the counter.

yeonjun scowled, raising his hand in a threatening manner but didn’t harm the boy. he just rolled his eyes and sighed, “what's your idea of 'fun'?”

beomgyu pushed himself off the counter and smiled, his eyes locking onto an abandoned bottle next to the stove. he grabbed it and headed towards the living room, motioning for us to join him as he goes. he claims his spot on the floor in front of the couch.

with weary glances towards each other, you reluctantly shrug and go along with beomgyu's shenanigans. you locked eyes with soobin last, he was huddled by the fridge across from you, his bottle of soju almost gone. he blushes profusely when you make eye contact with him and shoot a small smile at him. he hurriedly follows behind taehyun who walked between the two of you, breaking the moment.

everyone gathers to sit in a circle, soobin timidly takes a spot between you and beomgyu. you could feel soobin’s eyes on you so you turn to say something, but he quickly looks away with dusty pink cheeks. you don't question it, you don't even get the time to as beomgyu begins talking.

“so,” beomgyu starts with a clap, he then holds up the empty bottle of soju. “we’ll spin the bottle and whoever it lands on blah blah blah, we all know how truth or dare works, right?”

kai jokingly raises his hand, “i don’t…” but quickly drops it with a laugh when beomgyu shoots daggers at him. he places the bottle on the floor and points at himself.

“i’ll spin first.” he twists the bottle and you all watch as it goes around twice before landing on you. everyone turns in your direction and you smile.

“truth or dare?” beomgyu asks.

you quickly reply, “truth.”

beomgyu puts on an exaggerated thinking face, tapping a finger against his mouth as he formulates a question. “mm, how many people have you kissed?”

the whole circle erupts in “ooohs”, except for soobin who slowly drew his legs up to his chest, arms wrapped around them as he stares at you. he waits expectantly for an answer, eyes wide and nibbling on his bottom lip.

“only two,” you say confidently and look at soobin. you don't know why that was your first instinct, but you couldn't bother to wonder when he reacted so cutely. he quietly gasped, pushing his head into his knees, hiding his face. he mumbles something that you couldn’t quite hear, the furrow to his brow adorable.

you reach in to spin the bottle, this time it lands on beomgyu, funnily enough, and he chooses dare. you dared him to chug an entire bottle of soju, and he did in record speed. he hiccups as he yells, “my turn again!” this time it lands on soobin.

“soobin soobin soobin,” beomgyu says, eyeing soobin with squinted eyes. “truth or dare?”

“t-truth…” he pretty much whispers, his fingers drumming against himself. he was scared admittedly, beomgyu was always up to something. beomgyu smiles, a knowing one before he asks his question.

“when was the last time you masturbated?” beomgyu asks and makes everyone laugh. it was like a joke that you weren't in on, confusion apparent on your face. soobin flusters, stammering and fumbling over his words as he shifts, crossing his legs in front of him and he flails his hands.

“i-i don’t wanna answer that…” his eyes cut to yours before he quickly looks away, blushing furiously now.

“come on soobin, it’s a simple question.” taehyun teases, he was sat across from soobin and he reached over to hit him on his leg. soobin shakes his head and wishes that he could get out this, what felt like to him, interrogation.

it wasn’t until you placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it, you were going to tell him that he didn't have to answer and it was just a game. soobin tensed under you and his eyes widened before he blurted out, “y-yesterday.” slapping his hands to his face as he said it and everyone erupts into laughter. you didn’t though, instead you softly smiled and rubbed along his thigh.

“ya soobin, i didn’t know you were so naughty-” kai teases.

“did you have someone in mind?” beomgyu pushes further, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. soobin looks at him, eyes going wider and shaking his head wildly, causing another eruption of giggles from the others.

“t-that’s two questions,” he argues and takes the initiative by grabbing the bottle and spinning it, it lands on yeonjun. he picks truth, and like the sweet boy he is, soobin simply asks him what his biggest pet peeve was.

yeonjun rolled his eyes and called soobin a buzzkill before saying, “people who chimp out while playing truth or dare.” and grabs the bottle for the next round.

as the game continues, you noticed that whenever beomgyu got the bottle he would ask more provocative questions than the rest of the group. especially towards soobin, who now sat cross-legged with his hands in his lap. his face was red from alcohol and the excessive amounts of blushing he's been doing all night. his neck, exposed by the loose shirt he wore, had a layer of sweat on it and glistened in the light of the living room. his hair attractively messy, eyes crinkled in the corners, and smile wide as he laughed at something taehyun did.

it's not like you haven't noticed soobin before. you knew he was handsome, you always thought he was ever since you became friends. but looking at him now, you can't help but want to grab him by the face and kiss him, mess up his hair that looked too perfect and make his eyes crinkle with another kind of feeling…it must be the alcohol making you think this way.

you're brought back to reality by taehyun, who spins the bottle and it lands on soobin. he sighs, all laughter gone from his face as he tilts his head back and waits for another absurd question that would no doubt make him nervous.

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soobin was having a hard time right now. between this stupid game that he swears beomgyu only wanted to play to torture him and the way he's trying to ignore how you have been staring at him all night, he's struggling. he's trying his best to not to make eye contact as you bore holes into the side of his head. he didn't understand why you were staring at him so intensely, but he wished you would stop.

not because he didn't like it, but because he loved it. a lot.

it's not a hidden fact, at least to the guys, that he has a crush on you. they have known since the beginning, claiming that he always get googly eyes when you're around, which he didn't believe at all.he wasn't that weak, was he? but it got so bad that taehyun, yeonjun, beomgyu, and kai came up to him one day and simply asked the big question, "you have a crush on her, don't you?"

he couldn't even deny it if he wanted to. his face instantly turning pink as he turned his head, the rest of them laughing in his face, he didn't even have to say anything for them to know the answer. and since that day, they have made it their duty to tease and make fun of him for his crush, this game of truth or dare being no exception.

so getting this much attention from you, even if it was just staring, was making him delusional. he couldn't stop himself from getting just a little bit flustered.

when beomgyu asked him, "what's your biggest turn on?" he had to bite his lip to hold back what he wanted to say, which was when you looked at him, touched him, spoke to him… he could feel his pants getting a little tight at his thoughts and he had to place his hands in his lap to cover his growing hard-on.

he would take the safe route and just say, "kissing." looking at you, eyes drifting to your parted lips. it was a vague enough answer to get past the group and makes beomgyu hum. he would quickly look away from your mouth, embarrassed that he was getting turned-on just from his active imagination. maybe it was the alcohol…

soobin would then spin the bottle and have it land on kai, who chooses dare and he makes him grab him a water bottle from the kitchen. kai huffs, but a dare is a dare and he does it. it was really for soobin to wet his dry throat and cool down his heating body, pressing the cold drink against his skin.

when soobin gets another turn, after beomgyu admits that he has in fact accidentally sent a nude to someone and yeonjun gets dared to serenade the person to his left, which was kai, he's tense when he gets asked:

"soobin, is there anybody that you've thought about kissing?" he fights the urge to look at you, your eyes already on him. he swallows and his hands fidget where they rest in his lap. he doesn't have to answer who the person is, just if he has ever thought about it.

so he nods, face on fire and he slaps the cold bottle to his face and hopes it will bring the color down that he knows rose on his cheeks.

the boys all share a collective look, one that soobin isn't sure what it means but he gets nervous. his eyes flittering between their faces as they come to some sort of agreement. when soobin reaches for the bottle to spin, beomgyu grabs it before he could wrap his fingers around it.

"i want to spin again, just because it's fun!" he says, making soobin raise an eyebrow but he shrugs it off, thinking it's just beomgyu being drunk and lets him take his spin.

it felt almost calculated as he spun it, the bottle only turning once before it comes to a stop in front of you. he notices beomgyu crossing his fingers in hopes of something, when he asks if you would pick truth or dare. and he whispers a "yes" when you reply dare.

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you were a little taken aback at first, that was the last thing you were expecting beomgyu to say. your mouth dropped open in shock and your head immediately looked over to soobin whose expression matched yours.

"i dare you to kiss soobin." he had said with a smirk on his face.

"ya, b-beomgyu!" he shouts, looking at him with his jaw tense and a question in his eyes that you couldn't comprehend. beomgyu only smiles and leans over to pat soobin on the shoulder. you were honestly a little offended at soobin's reaction.

"okay," you say and soobin's head snaps towards you, his mouth opening and closing and eyes flittering as he tries to come up with words to say. "unless you don't want to, i won't make you do it."

"no, i-!" he starts, jumping in his spot and turning his body towards you before he lowers his voice, taehyun snickering at his outburst. "i-i just wasn't expecting him to say that…" he whispers this time, bowing his head to hide his embarrassment.

you turn your body to face him and reach a hand out, hooking a finger under his chin and lifting his head so he is looking at you. soobin's breath hitches and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. your eyes drift down to his pink lips that were parted, soobin's soft breathing could be felt on your fingers. everyone's eyes were on you, you could feel it, but you couldn't look away from soobin who looked absolutely fuckable right now.

soobin swallows when you lean in, mouths inches apart, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he waits for you to make the next move. his heart is hammering in his chest, his whole body felt hot and his hands are shoved into his lap where his dick twitches. is he dreaming?

when your lips touch, tingles go down soobin's spine and it makes his back arch into the kiss. he pliantly opens his mouth and tilts his head, allowing your mouths to slide together. his lips were plush and soft against yours. you wanted to taste them.

tentatively, as to not scare soobin, you allow your tongue to trace along his bottom lip. when he quietly moans at the lick, you take the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth. the kiss was getting heated and quickly, as a sudden rush of need spreads through you.

you bring your other hand around soobin's neck and slot your fingers into his nape, not allowing him to push away from you.

and soobin is absolutely gone. he felt weak, his body like jello as he lets you attack his mouth, licking around and swirling your tongue with his. his hard-on in his jeans was almost painful as it pushed against the zipper. it was taking everything in him not to grind up into the palm of his hand. it wasn't until he let out a tiny whimper when you bit his lip gently that someone decided to say anything.

beomgyu cleared his throat, making soobin startle with his eyes flying open. when he comes back to reality, rapidly blinking his eyes and looking around, he's mortified when he remembers that he was a party, playing truth or dare…and he moaned, like an idiot, in front of his friends.

you let him go, removing your hands from his hair and face and awkwardly laugh. beomgyu and the others either had a blush on their face or where looking with mouths agape.

"hey, so i just remembered we had another exam to study for and i think we should go and get some rest so we can do that tomorrow," beomgyu explains as he stands up and gestures to the others with his eyes, eyes darting from them to the door. you miss the way kai, taehyun, and yeonjun all nod at him as they also start to get up.

"wait-so suddenly?" you ask, getting up and walking to beomgyu.

"uhh, yeah! we totally forgot about it and don't wanna fail, you know?" he scratches the back of his neck as he speaks, avoiding eye contact with you. all you could do was nod, since you understood, you also had exams to study for.

they all make their way to the door and put their shoes on, soobin trails slowly behind them. you stop him before he could bend down to put his on, placing a hand on his arm. "you're leaving too?" you look at him with faux sadness on your face.

soobin flusters, his face once again going pink as he pauses, his eyes sliding over to his friends who were all shaking their head in unison. beomgyu making an 'x' with his arms in exaggeration.

"i-i don't have to, i'm not in that class with them…" he says.

you reach up and brush some hair that had fallen into his dark brown eyes, making soobin's heart race and his legs feel like jello, "i don't want you to go." you almost whisper and soobin bites his lip to hold back a whine that was crawling up his throat.

"okay, we're gonna head out now! see you guys later!" yeonjun says before speeding off, the others close behind as they make way to their respective cars. you can hear some claps and snickering as you close the door and turn back to soobin.

he was rocking on his heels, fiddling with his fingers. he cheeks were puffed out and his eyes dart everywhere around the room. you saunter towards him, getting close enough to where your bodies were pressed together and he had no choice but to acknowledge your presence. he angles his hips back a bit as he felt his dick throb at the feeling of your breasts pushing against him.

he was taller than you when standing so you had to tilt your head back when you asked, "shall we continue where we left off, i was really enjoying that kiss…" softly smiling and sliding your fingers up his arm, leaving a trail a goosebumps behind.

soobin couldn't believe this was happening, it was all he has ever longed for. he never thought he would get to this point. he was content with being a hopeless loser, never confessing as he was too shy to speak about his feelings. there was no words in his brain, he couldn't think with you this close to him. he instead would nod, his breath stutters as he did so.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you rise up on your tippy toes to be able to reach his mouth. your lips finding each other easily, kissing like you never even stopped.

it didn't take long for tongues to be swapped and the wet sounds of your lips smacking against eachother become almost obscene in the quiet house. soobin's hands eventually find your waist and every now and then his fingers would tangle in the fabric of your shirt, when he felt a little too dizzy.

he would bring you almost impossibly closer, hips against hips… his hard-on rubbing against you as he gently rolls them forward with a breathy moan into your mouth.

"soobin," you whisper to him, breaking the kiss. soobin was breathless as he hopelessly chased after you, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you. his cheeks were flushed and lips swollen, he looked so pretty. "do you want to take this to my room?" you ask, bringing your hand around to trace your thumb along his bottom lip, soobin's tongue sneakily licking your finger as he nods.

no time was wasted as you take him by the hand and walk him down the hall to your bedroom. you were glad that you decided to clean the space earlier this week, you weren't expecting company in here. you especially weren't expecting the company to be your long-time friend.

he follows your footsteps, stumbling a little in excitement. he can hardly contain himself. his heart was beating wildly and his dick painfully hard.

once in the room, you whirl soobin around and gently push him onto the bed, he lands with a grunt. you climb and hover over him, sliding your hands up his body as you make your way up to find his mouth again. as you clash lips, you bring a hand down to place it over his bulge. soobin's hips twitch into your touch, his breath getting caught in his throat as you run your fingers along his prominent length.

with the same hand you unzip his jeans and before you make the next move you ask soobin, "is this okay?"

his eyes were glazed over and he slowly blinked, shaking his head and saying, "you have no idea how long i've been wanting this." you don't quite understand what he means, but he gave you the consent you needed to continue. you were a little too impatient so you pull soobin's dick from the pocket of his boxers, instead of completely stripping him, and start to stroke him slowly, spreading the pooling precum down his length.

"fuck," soobin hisses, thrusting his hips up into your hand to get more friction. his hands flying to rest on your waist, his hold on your tight. he tilts his head back, his eyes fluttering from the pleasure.

just watching him makes the ache between your legs intense, it was becoming hard to ignore and soobin looked so good under you that you wanted more…

you stop touching him, earning a whine from the boy, but you ignore him as you strip out of your bottoms. soobin watches with wide eyes, his cheeks getting darker as you take off your pants. you would've laughed at how his dick twitched at the sight of you if you weren't trying to be on top of it.

once off, you climb back over him and hover just above his tip. soobin lets out a needy moan when his tip drags along the wetness of you, grinding up against you.

"ready?" you ask, aligning him with you. he eagerly nods, his hands on your hips and he was almost tempted to push you down himself, but he could be patient. he didn't want to ruin a moment he thought he would never get. bit by bit you sink onto his dick. he loudly gasps when he first enters, eyes rolling back at how warm and tight you felt around him.

it's everything he's been wanting since he first met you and he… he was about to blow it! as soon as you reached the base of his cock, ready to move he could feel his orgasm fast approaching. if you move so suddenly, too quickly, he'll…

"wait!" he shouts, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he taps his fingers against your skin and wiggling his toes as a distraction so he wouldn't completely ruin the moment.

you look at him and then at his hands, puzzled. you tilt your head, asking what's wrong with a slight movement of your hips that makes soobin whine. he doesn't speak right away, he takes a second to calm his breathing down. he cracks his eyes open when he thinks he's chilled out enough, but it's quickly lost when he catches sight of you on him, looking down at him with that worried expression that for some reason turned him on and made him aware that his dick was currently deep inside you.

"just… give me a second." he quietly says, slipping his eyes back shut.

you catch on as you feel him continuously twitch inside of you. you have to hold back a laugh as the realization hits you. "are you…close to cumming already?" you tease him, a little laugh escaping. soobin lets out a sound between a groan in embarrassment and a moan of pleasure as your laughing caused you to move slightly.

you get close to his face and poke him on the cheek, right where his dimple would be. he opens an eye and gets startled by how close you were. you laugh, smiling widely and soobin has to turn away, biting his lip and praying that he wouldn't cum.

"so, what did you mean earlier?"

"hm?" he hums.

"when you said 'you have no idea how long you've been wanting this'?" you quote him and watch as soobin's face gets visibly pink. he brings his hands up to cover his face, orgasm forgotten as he gets shy. you move his hands from his face, grabbing them by his wrists and holding them above his head.

he mumbles at first, turning his face into the pillow and letting his voice get muffled through the fluffy material.

"what was that?"

he huffs, squeezing his shut once again. "i said, i may have had a crush on you…for a while now." he whispers the last part.

you were taken aback. soobin had a crush on you? how did you not find out about it, how did you not notice, how did the others not tell you they are terrible at holding secrets?! you think back to when you first met soobin and how he would act towards you leading up to this moment and gasp. even tonight, during the party, the way gets timid around you, always following you or stealing glances in your direction. but that would also mean…

"so when beomgyu asked who you thought about when ma-"

soobin cuts you off, "when i masturbated, yes it was you…" he confesses.

your heartbeat picked up and you felt tingles spread down to your toes. soobin worried his bottom lip as he tried to read your reaction. were you upset or angry with him? he wishes he could hide or runaway right now, but he can't when he's trapped under you and his hands were still pinned above his head.

he starts to get worried and goes to say something, an apology first. but gets shocked when you lean down to kiss him once again. even if his lips hurt from all the kissing, he wouldn't complain. a loud moan gets poured into your mouth when you start to move, raising your hips and slamming them back down onto soobin. you start to move in a constant rhythm, each roll of your hips driving both you and him crazy.

"s-so good, it's so good…" he constantly moans out, his own hips starting to move upwards and meeting yours. his hard thrusts punch out tiny moans from you that only spur him on.

you let go of his wrists and place them on his shoulders from stability as you fuck him, his hands flying to caress your sides and breasts. the combination of soobin thrusting into you, reaching the deepest parts of you and his hands rubbing along your body brings you close to your orgasm.

you look down at soobin, he looked so lewd. all messy and losing himself under just from some riding, it was huge turn. "you're making me feel so good, soobin," you moan into his ear.

soobin could feel himself getting closer and quickly, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans sounding more desperate. "fuck, 'm gonna cum…" he brokenly moans.

his eyes don't leave you, watching every expression that passes across your face. he doesn't want to miss any part of this, focused on making you feel as good as you were making him feel.

"me too, you're fucking me so good." you moan out, kissing him once again and letting him take control, pounding into you quicker and harder. it only took one particularly hard thrusts for you to cum and the sound of you loudly moaning makes soobin reach his orgasm, his breath hitting your face aggressively. his hips twitch as he fills you with ropes of cum, his legs shaky underneath you.

"holy shit…" he sighs as he comes down from his high, still thrusting weakly into you even though he was sensitive. he didn't want it to end, it felt so good.

you breathily laugh, catching your breath while massaging soobin's shoulders. you peck his face, making him smile and so you leave a kiss on his dimples. god, how you loved his dimples.

you pause and lean back to stare at him. soobin mouths 'what' still smiling.

"i like you too." you say what soobin couldn't, brushing soobin's hair back gently as you say it. soobin's eyes brighten up and his smile grows wider at your words, his dick twitching while still inside you. "maybe i always have…" you add.

soobin brings you down into a hug, pressing your body tightly against his in a tight embrace. you both laugh and then freeze when the movement brings you both back to the position you were currently in.

you look at each other.

"want to go again?" he asks with a smirk, rocking his hips up into you.

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[ashistrashhhhhh]

y’all don’t understand how down bad i am for sub soobie

Lemme hear you say please! c.sb

pairing: younger!soobinx noona!reader

summary- Soobin's crush on his college senior is definitely not obvious!

warnings: perv!soobin, nicknames(if you squint), blowjobs, sub!soobin, literally sub as hell, dom!reader, teasing, edging(kinda) tits sucking, soobin just loves tits, soobin has a big dick bwk, tit job, blow job, premature cumming, soobin crying, reader is kinda mean but its okay :)

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A single drop of sweat rolled down from your abs, bleeding into the gray of your sweatpants. your hands swinging back and forth as your hips turned and twisted with the rhythm of the song playing. Your eyes were dark, enigmatic with focus.

Soobin swears he isn't a creep; he just really enjoys seeing his college senior from the dance department dance! He wasn't always interested in dance, let alone watching his college dance group every Saturday evening with his friend Yeonjun. Yet now, his pupils travel side to side in desperation. He clutched onto the fabric of his flannel, eyes zeroing in on a singular figure. Everything else, everyone else, was a blurry haze.

Soobin was not particularly close to you, more like an acquaintance of a friend. He got to "know" you through Yeonjun. and by "knowing", it means saying hi to you during school events and avoiding looking at your eyes when you tried to make small talk with him.

In the barely lit room, Soobin's brows continued to curl with apprehension. Were you working out recently? He swears you look even better today, toner, leaner. Maybe it was the air or his lack of sexual encounters. He just couldn't take his eyes off of you. A warm feeling nuzzled his lower abdomen, and he gulped, adjusting his round black-framed glasses.

Suddenly, the song ended, your steps pausing. you were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down as your breasts swiveled in the black crop top. Soobin's ears blushed red as he looked away. He should never think of his senior like this. He should never grow warm and feel the heavy strain in his pants. He should never bit his lips and look around hoping nobody caught him.

God, he would never hear the end of this if Yeonjun turned to his side and saw the very prominent bulge poking through his best friend's pants. As everyone started packing their things, you picked up your duffle bag and walked right to the door. Before your fingers could pull the door open, you paused, head darting straight in his direction. Soobin's breath hitched, did you see him? he felt the seconds tick by as you continued to look at him, lips curving ever so slightly.

Standing up, yeonjun waves at you, your eyes shifting ever so slightly. such a small shift that if Soobin wasn't watching so intently, he'd have thought you were looking at yeonjun all this time. maybe you were...right? you definitely weren't looking at Soobin! right?

"Y/n noona, your dancing was good as always! we were going to hit up Jackson hyung's party...are you going too?"

No, what is yeonjun doing? soobins eyes widened as he looked back and forth, anticipating your reaction.

"Yeah! we're going for an after party too, you and your friends should come with." Yeonjun nodded up and down excitedly, nudging Soobin in the shoulder with a laugh. Your eyes glimmer with a darkened excitement. "okay, see you guys there", you paused," by the way, looking good Soob."

There it is, that damn nickname. Soobin doesn't know if he wants to melt into a puddle or slap himself for the sudden increased aching under his pants after your comment.

That is how Soobin found himself sitting in a circle with a group of seven people. You were sat exactly in front of him, a tight black dress on. Simple yet sexy, he thought to himself. His face was flushed pink, ears blushing too. He definitely did not want to drink tonight, he's always been the sober and responsible friend, but something about being in the same proximity as you for the last three hours has spiked something in him.

His mind dozes off as he thinks about you dancing it up in the frat, so close yet far away from him. He had to stop every urge to not jump in the dance floor himself and swat away the pathetic men who tried to cop a feel from you. You just looked so so good tonight. The expanse of your exposed thighs and the sheen of sweat all over your body hypnotized him. In his revere, he was nudged back by a shouting Beomgyu.

"Soobin hyung! the bottle landed on you and y/n noona!...hello? earth to Choi Soobin?"

"U-uh w-what to do I have to do..?"

"Truth or dare, dumbass."

"Truth I guess..?"

You sat up straighter, voice chirping in, the first time you talked to him all night since the party. "aw but that's boring, isn't it Soobie?"

His mouth parts open, and he looks at you, ready to answer before- "Okay then! Seven minutes in Heaven, Soobin and Y/n noona. Go!!" Yeonjun yells with excitement and the rest of them cheer, everyone except you.

"Guys, c'mon, you know Soobin can't handle all that. He's probably uncomfortable. When I meant dare, I didn't mean this!", you laugh, hitting your friend on the thigh as she giggles with you.

"yeah, there is no way our Soobin can do that, poor guy might faint."

He frowns, Soobin knows he's the introverted type but what do you mean he can't handle you? He's a man, a real man who can treat you right, he thinks with despondency. With a swift motion, he grabs an opened soju bottle, chugging down half of it. His legs act quicker than he can comprehend, yanking your arm and using his other to slide open the closet door. You let out a small yelp, not even having the time to look back before the door slid shut with a loud thud.

He breathes heavily, chest rising up and down, matching your pace. Even in his inebriated state, he can make out the scent of your caramel-like perfume that engulfs his nostrils. The extremely small closet heightening his senses. He doesn't wait for your reaction, too caught up in his own mind to prove you. He doesn't know what exactly he wants to prove but he holds the two sides of your face before crashing his lips into yours.

Soobin's hand travels gingerly from the sides of your face to the nape of your neck and collarbone. His lips move fast, in hungry desperation, almost like this moment will last a few seconds before you're pushing him away in anger. His tongue barges at the entrance of your mouth, clashing with your teeth. Your hands have stayed still all this time, not moving an inch from the sides of your hips, yet your mouth moves with his stuttering flow, almost like you are letting him take the lead.

A small whine escapes your lips as he tries to prod his tongue in but you feverishly bite his lips. It is only a few seconds later when your hands finally give a firm push on his chest. Soobin's face turns pale. Oh, he messed up! oh, he messed up so badly. Kissing his senior without asking for her consent? touching her without asking if she is okay with it? God, Soobin is the worst. You will hate him now, for sure. As if he wasn't a creep already now he's a certified one!

He wishes he could back away but the closet is too small. "N-noona I-i-i I don't know what came over me, I'm so sorry I-"

He is then suddenly pulled by the collar of his flannel, your hands tightening around the cloth, forcing him to bend his long limbs to match your height. You are facing him eye to eye now. From the dimly lit blub in the closet, he can make out your freshly kissed lips, red and glossy from what he is guessing is his salvia. He wants to groan in satisfaction but you speak before him, reminding him of what he'd done. "Had your fun?"

"H-huh? I'm sorry Noona, I wasn't trying anything bad, I swear I'm a good gu-"

"Shush, answer me. Did you have your fun? Kissing your Noona like that? huh?" His lips quiver, and you bring your face even closer to his, your nose touching his. "N-no, I shouldn't have done tha-"

"Oh really? what else? you shouldn't also get hard watching your senior dance but here we are."

His eyes widen. Shit, you saw him. Shit. Shit. Shit. He sucks in a deep breath when he feels your free hand go under his shirt, sharp nails carefully tracing his abs. His eyes roll in satisfaction, your hands travel down further until they stop right on top of his groin. "And what's this? you're hard again, Soobie?"

"ugh, n-no I'm not I just-"

your hand presses down hard, nails digging into his crotch, "Lying again? You know I don't like liars, right?"

"I'm not a liar, I'm good I promise!"

He can feel the pointy acrylic nails trace circles on his pants, before he knows it the blood has rushed into his pants for the second time tonight and the cause is ofcourse you. "Ah~ please please Noona, please please"

"Please what? Acting all tough, dragging me in here to kiss me and now you can't even say what you want? Pathetic." You harshly pull on the zipper of his pants, tugging on his hard-on. You look up at him, your other hand still on his collar, his neck red from the fabric, face red with small stains of tears and messy black hair.

You smirked, this was going to be so fun.

Abruptly you let go of his collar, he loses his balance and almost falls to the ground. All that liquid courage seemed to have traveled straight to his dick because now he stood there shivering as your hands roamed under his shirt, hands pressing on his nipples. You took a long strip over his clothed nipple, before looking up to his crying face. "Maybe I should stop...since you won't tell me what you want!"

"NO!" he whimpers loudly, trying to half-yell in a hushed voice. At least he had it in his conscience to remember that his friends were still outside. "no- no- just want you to touch me, Noona, please I can't take it."

"You asked for it, Soobie."

"Noona I'm not a kid, stop calling me Soobie, I'm a man-" In a quick motion, you pulled his pants down, exposing his rock-hard clothed cock, a tight tent in his boxers. Soobin hissed, feeling the cold air on his exposed skin. "Aw~ but I like calling you Soobie!" you press a firm kiss on his clothed cock "Soobie" another kiss, inching closer to the tip of his shaft "my Soobie!" your lips land right on his sensitive tip. You seem to stay a little longer there, nose nudging on his covered tip, you begin turning your face in motion-almost playing with his cock. "Ah! yes, yes, yes, Noona! Yes, wanna feel you too Noona, please yes yes yes!"

With your teeth, you peeled off his boxers. Soobin could see your long lashes, doe eyes watching intently at his face. You weren't even looking at his cock, you were busy watching his reaction. your lips were a little glossy from the precum that leaked through his boxers and onto your plump lips. Soobin could die right here and he would be happy.

but it seemed like the angels really had it in for him today because he was brought back to reality when he felt your tongue take a small stripe of his cock. Your eyes were now focused on the thing in front of you. Your mouth parted open in surprise. His cock stood tall, a good seven and a half inches with an angry red tip that touched his abdomen. A vein running down from his head to his base.

Your tongue darted out, excitedly, taking small strips on the base of his cock, movements growing bolder as you approached his tip. Soobin had to bite down his finger, knuckles turning white so that he didn't scream like a little bitch. "You like that, baby?"

He doesn't bother replying back, too lost in the bliss of your tongue playing magic. "hey! answer me when I ask you something or I'll walk out of here right now. Understand?"

Soobin panics. Of course, he should have known better, but to defile something his noona says, " Yes, yes, please keep going, Noona. You're making me feel so good." You bend down completely, making his cock enter the deep insides of your throat before you pull your head back. your lips keep sucking him up and up as his desperate moans continue, growing louder and louder. You feel his cock twitching inside your throat and you know he's probably close, you continue bobbing your head as spit leaks out from the corners of your mouth.

His abs clench and you see how defined they are. Maybe you should have fucked him earlier had you known he was packing all this under the covers. As he feels his climax get closer, you pause. pulling it out and looking up at him. He whines in response, "no, why would you do that-" "Shush." He shuts up.

You guide his hands to the straps of your dress, guesturing him. He looks blankly for a few seconds before hastily taking the straps to the side, and pulling your dress down. He keeps looking back at your chest and then at your face, making sure he's doing it right. His lips purse in concentration. Cute, you think. He looks like a little bunny (definitely not little).

He eyes your free breasts, you weren't wearing a bra under that dress. He licks his lip, silently praying you let him touch. He has already forgotten about the edging, more focused on this. "C'mon, what're ya staring at?"

"Can I touch? Please let me touch them."

You chuckle, nodding. He doesn't waste a single second before his hands are diving straight onto your tits. Slender, white fingers squeezing the fat of your breasts, his other hand gently circling around your now hardened nipples. He looks like he's opened a box of treasure.

He looks up once again, eyes silently pleading. As if you've read his mind, you laugh out loud this time. "Yes, lick." His lips latch onto your nipples, sucking harsh. You wince a little but he pays no mind. He continues to suck on your nipples, alternating between both as his other hand roams your waist. "You big baby, look at you sucking my tits like that."

Frowing he says, "I'm not a baby, can you stop saying that?"

"but you are! look at you. My Soobie baby, aren't you?" pink creeps on to his as his lips keep working on your nipples. His eyes close as he spends the next few minutes mindfully sucking your breasts, leaving a few marks. You will definitely scold him for this later.

You bring his half-hard cock between your breasts, The fat of your breasts creates a soft cushion-like feeling, his cock feels heavier, possibly from the ruined orgasm from before. "Fuckkk, Noona, you're insane."

"What did you just say?" "Sorry sorry sorry!"

bringing your two hands around, you start pumping his cock between your breasts, Soobin brings his hand around your shoulder, helping you balance. It isn't seconds later that thick ropes of translucent white are released on your breasts, painting them.

Soobin heaves, breathing heavily. Sweat trickles down his forehead and you cannot help but find him handsome. You stand up as he pulls his pants up. His fingers fiddle with themselves in nervousness, his eyes avoiding yours. You take two fingers, smearing his cum, and then taking those fingers and prodding them inside your mouth, sucking it clean. A clear string of spit connects your fingers with your lips. His mouth hangs open, "You didn't have to do that! I was going to clean you up, I promise. I'm not that kind of a guy."

You roll your eyes and laugh, "But I wanted to taste you, Soobie."

He stands there star-struck, the closet door opens. "What took you guys so long? It's seven minutes in heaven not fifteen!", a voice yells out from outside.

"Jia, please, Soobin and I were just getting to know each other." your head turns around, giving him a knowing wink.

-

a/n: unedited. my exams just ended and a certain choi's been on my mind. if yall want a part two, lmk. this is a side blog so ask me at @youmistme that's my main.

[loveabunbun]

Kitty taehyun and bunny soobin needy af bcs of their heat🥵 need something to fill their womb.

i jumped for joy. and maybe got a little ahead of myself.

— cw; hybrid au, boypussy taehyun and soobin, dog reader (th) & wolf reader (sb), domtop amab reader. need i say more?

— KITTY!TAEHYUN 🐈‍⬛

taehyun wasn’t letting up on why he needed you to come over to his place right at that moment — he didn't pick up. he had sent you cryptic texts in the middle of the day:

what are you up to rn?

are you busy?

can you come over?

and this was coming after a day or so of sparse communication. he wasnt the best with tech but this was getting concerning so you responded by dialling his number only to be met with his voicemail. then you had simply no choice but to stop what you were doing to head to his place.

you’d only been dating him for a few weeks but taehyun had burrowed deep into your heart. the golden retriever to his black cat, he brought out the best in you and you in him. you weren’t planning on letting him go anytime soon.

all that to say, if there was one thing you weren’t expecting, even as you could smell him from his front door, it was to find your boyfriend in his bedroom, stark naked, tail up and face down with two fingers buried in his leaking pussy from between his legs.

his scent is suddenly overwhelming, fresh laundry and cedar blending and filling all of your pores. your body responds instantly to his pheromones and pumps out your own, cock stirring in interest as you watch him fuck himself.

“t-taehyunnie?”

he turns to face you when you enter and your mouth somehow opens wider than before. his cheeks and neck are flushed a deep red, teary eyes squeezing shut when he meets yours. you’re in your work uniform. his cunt throbbed around his fingers, which haven’t stoped moving. “baby, please i need you,”

you stride to his behind and strip your clothes along the way. you keep a hold on your shirt to hand it to him. taehyun takes it and buries his face into it, dark ears flattening on his head in submission. the way your smell immediately silenced the ravenous thoughts in his head, taehyun knew he made the right choice calling for you.

you’re mesmerised by the sight of his cunt red and raw, slick dousing his thighs and ass. no doubt about it: he’s in heat. the first time you’d even seen him at the complete mercy of his animal side. shit, how long had he been like this?

“fuck, kitten.” you moan at his unusual debauchery, at the lewd sight of taehyun presenting himself for you, his tail swishing in the air. “should've come sooner, wish you told me.” you hold his wrist gently, hissing lowly as the heat exuding from his body, and pull out his fingers.

your boyfriend is whining before he realises it but it morphs into a pretty whimper as your fingers replace his own. they slide up his slit and collect his wetness, so you can spread it over your now fully erect cock. he’s gasping as he feels you press at his pussy, back arching in hunger. “pleaseplease please, puppy!”

you shush him gently, letting your hands run over his sweaty, athletic body. he was burning up. you hadn’t spoken yet about his heats, or your ruts. but taehyun needed you to take care of him right now and you’d be damned if you didn’t rise to the occasion.

with bold hands on his slim hips, you sink into taehyun’s cunt with ease. he’s moaning and cumming around your fill instantly. you know he is because you’re felt it before, just never this soon, never with such a gush of his essence.

“oh my god, fuck.” filled with awe and affection, your canine instincts get the better of you, fucking him through it and sending him quickly on the course to another. the sound of your hips hitting his ass fill the air. your scent now permeates the room too, even as your boyfriend has drooled over your shirt. “so wet baby, can you hear that? all for me?”

he shivers at your words, turning back to look at you through cloudy eyes as moans fall from his lips. you’d had sex before definitely, fucked like the animals you were when emotions got high. but this was different — his body called for you in ways he’d never felt with anyone before. when he reaches back to hold your hand, you knew his answer without him having to say a word.

your orgasm builds up quickly with the intensity. taehyun has lost almost all of his strength, only being held up by your hands. as your knot starts to catch with every thrust, you lie him flat on his stomach and prop yourself up with your elbows by his head.

you’re much closer now, sweaty body moving against his as you milk him for all that he’s worth, your cock reaching deeper and deeper. taehyun’s sharp side profile steals your attention, and you grasp his face to kiss him. he’s too far gone to reciprocate, only thinking about getting your pups inside him, but you swallow his swollen lips anyway, claiming both his mouth and pussy.

he was gonna cum, again. you pull away with a deep groan as he tightens up around you, finding solace in his sweet gland hidden in his neck. “tyun, angel, ‘m getting c-close.”

“stay inside!” he demands with a slur, tilting his hips back. you twitch inside him at his demand, wanting nothing more than to breed him, consequences forgotten. not when he offered himself up to you and begged so prettily.

you move your weigh to one arm, hard thrusts never ceasing. the other moves under taehyun’s thick muscles until your hand slides between his soaking legs to find that sensitive little nub. your balls tap against your fingers as you move them in quick circles, taehyun crying out beneath you.

your knot pops into him and he locks you in place as he unravels around your cock for the third time. you whisper sweet nothings by his fluttering ears, delving into light growls as your dick spurts generously inside of him, filling him up with your seed.

oh yeah, taehyun thinks in his cockdrunk stupor, chest rumbling as you pepper kisses onto his neck and rock your cock into him, your first ever tie with him pulsing against his tender walls. i’m not letting you go either.

— BUNNY!SOOBIN 🐰

soobin is grabbing at you as soon as the door closes behind you. at your overgrown bunny pushing you up against it and pulling at your light joggers, a laugh bubbles out of your throat.

“wait, bun let’s take our shoes off at least.”

it’s warm outside and inside as the spring afternoon sun pours into your apartment, so you don’t have that many layers on. it was the season for his heats but it was here earlier than anticipated.

he could barely keep his hand off of you when you were out earlier, your pheromones mixing dangerously with the blooming flowers and bustling wildlife left his body calling for you, cunt gushing. as soon as you noticed the spikes in his aroma (you and some others), a soft dust on his cheeks and ears, you came back home.

your boyfriend kicks off his birks and pulls down his shorts and underwear just as fast. then he’s leaning against the entryway table, long legs tempting as they rub against each other for some release as you stand there, entranced.

“are you gonna make me open my legs too? fuckin’ come here and touch me!” he whines, throwing his head back. he’s already sweating, starting to shiver. your heart squeezes at your mate’s desperation and you quickly move in front of him.

“i’m sorry baby. won’t happen again.” you use one hand to part his legs and the other pulls at your drawstrings. soobin is drenched and his eyes begin to water when you rub your cockhead between his pussy lips, body on fire.

soobin bites his lip as his heart thumps in his chest, animal instinct roaring their head. his scent turns even sweeter, the tones of sandalwood disappearing under a sickly vanilla. it permeates the air and your sight becomes foggy. you can feel how his hole clenches against the weight of your throbbing dick, only pushing out more slick in need.

his hips buck as he looks into your narrowed eyes, no longer amused at his state but serious, focused, predatory. like you were going to take his willing body for everything he could give you, and then some more.

“so sensitive bunny. soaking wet just so you can take my knot, hm?” you cover yourself in it, and pull one of his legs around your waist as he nods. soobin pulls off your shirt and runs his hands over your body, big palms landing on your traps just as you push in. he cries out when your big, pulsing dick fills up his cunt and makes him arch his back.

the table thumps against the wall as you breed your beautiful bunny, filthy wet noises of pleasure filling the small space. he looked the prettiest a mess like this, long black ears half covering his flushed face. his white cream spreads all over your cock from how well you fuck him, mixing with your first load.

“fuck, alpha!” he pants with his mouth open, hands now propped up behind him to watch as your tie begins to swell at the base of your length again. he’s already cum three times, his fluffy tail and asshole twitching ceaselessly from his primal desire for you. after you’ve plugged up your loads, soobin’s decided he’ll have you fill up his ass next.

you already know of his plans by how he looks at you — with dark eyes like he can’t get enough of you, like he’d stay with you even if it killed him. you think in another universe he would’ve been part wolf, like yourself. soobin would’ve still been your prey either way.

“taking me so good—! g’na fill this pussy up binnie, fuuck.. ‘n give you allll my babies,”

a number of miscellaneous decorations have fallen from the table to the floor with your wild actions. your knot is getting bigger and bigger, balls growing heavy once more. even as your cum and his have made a mess down the front of your pants and the floor.

“nnggh yes! please baby—!”

he pulls you into a kiss and locks his arms around your shoulders. his muscular thigh tenses in your grip as you hold him open and fuck into him a few more times until your knot pops in and expands fully, your orgasm hitting you like a brick when soobin’s cunt locks you in place.

your thick cock pulses inside of him and soobin pulls away to sing for you, reaching his high again when he feels you pump your seed into his waiting womb. you grunt and growl by his ear at the grip his soft walls have around you, and pick him up onto the table so he can curl around your waist, keep you deep.

a wave of relief falls over soobin’s body when you grind into him with small moans, gripping his waist as his pussy squeezes. he watches you with high cheeks. he loved you more than you could imagine. at his pretty dimples, you kiss his sweaty forehead, “happy now?”

“always with you.”

©2025 loveabunbun. all rights reserved.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

OMG CY IMMTHINKING thinking about fucking soobie or seungmin (cause those are both my biases) with a dildo that squirts fake cum, you'd be fucking them ofc and they'd be unaware, then before they cum you yk idk push the button or smth and "cum" in them and they squirt☹️☹️ idek like it was a bit inspired by you and that other person talking about having a dick🤲🏾

no bc i might be a tiny little bit obsessed with breeding and cumplay-like😵‍💫 (i am sincerely sorry for my filthy thoughts)

fucking them with one of those, them completely unaware of the fact. as loud as they usually are, clutching at your shoulders and trying to pull you in for a kiss, threading their fingers through yours because they wanna feel close to you so bad.

legs shaking, whimpering out incomprehensible nonsense from how fucked dumb they are.

until they're about to cum.

"Deeper-deeper, please fuck me deeper, i need it!"

the smirk curling at your lips, with a particular harsh thrust and a significantly loud gasp they're clawing at your back. "want me further in you? want me fucking you full of me, of my cum? wanna be full of my babies? huh-make you a mommy?"

they'd probably lose they're fucking mind at your little 'surprise', cumming harder than they've ever in their entire life. eyes crossing, watering, crying, back arching, clutching at you, trying to stay sane as you fill them up.

they'd watch so closely too when you pull out. watching, going completely hard again at the sight of it leaking out of them, using their fingers to push it back in, or even better, your fingers to fuck it back in. perhaps using it as lube to finger them until they cum one more time. even as they'd whine all the while, deliriously telling you to be careful, not wanting to waste a single drop of it.

putting a plug in afterwards to keep everything inside, they could go about their entire day like this, feeling warm and horny. knowing that they're filled to the brim with your love.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Super shy !

genre: smut, baker au, college au, crack

Pairing: shy loser virgin bakery worker ! soobin x college customer ! reader

Warnings: sub soobin, dom reader, clubbing, alcohol, loss of virginity, riding, hand job, titty groping (can’t be a Soobin smut without him being obsessed with boobies be fr), premature ejaculation,

word count: 2.9k

As soon as you stepped into the newly established campus bakery, walking up to the counter and observing all the pastries, contemplating for a rather long time before you end up deciding on what you’d usually order anyway, Soobin couldn’t help feeling like his world got totally turned upside down. The sight of you rendering him completely speechless and unable to even think.

Time seemingly going by so slow like in the kdramas as your shiny hair majestically blows in the non existent wind inside, smile brightening up the entire bakery. He could practically see the roses blooming around your face like in the mangas. Was this love at first sight?!

Realistically, no.

But were you incredibly attractive to him and a breath of fresh air to the moody, stressed out college students that purchase a single coffee and stay for hours completing assignments with their backs concerningly hunched over? Hell yes.

And unfortunately for Soobin, he does not do well with pretty people. At all. Not realising you had even ordered, too in awe and preoccupied with taking in all your features until he’s snapped back to reality with the clearing of your throat and he can already feel his cheeks burning up horribly fast. Oh god. He really, really hopes it’s not evident right now.

“S-sorry…What did you say?” He begins apologising profusely to you, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes, staring off more to the side. This was definitely not his best customer service.

With a chuckle, you brush it off and state your order again, “I said could I have the strawberry swirl cheesecake please?” If Soobin could look at himself in third person, he would so be face palming right now. Or better yet, maybe he could just go up and like, punch himself straight up or something for acting like such a loser.

“Ah right... That’s ₩7500. Cash or card?”

You pay with cash and Soobin, very nervously, fumbles around to garner the right amount of change to hand you, though doing it in the most awkward way possible and his palm makes direct contact with yours as he hands the money, making him blush even more and let out a small obvious gasp at the feeling of your soft hand. Oh my god. Why did he do that?! He really hopes you didn’t find that weird.

You only let out another chuckle, thanking him before you’re leaving the bakery in an elegant manner and Soobin is left to sigh and watch your back disappear. Damn it. He’ll probably never see you again. You were so pretty and so cute, too cute even-

“You’re such a virgin.”

His thoughts about you are abruptly dissipated by his coworker and unfortunately best friend, Choi Beomgyu who gives him the stupidest, most annoying grin he would definitely like to slap off his face right now.

“Just shut up.” Soobin grimaces and rolls his eyes at beomgyu, bringing a batch of freshly baked cookies out of the oven behind him and placing them into the display glass one by one.

"You’re pinker than the strawberry macarons we sell. That's saying something." Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at him with sass.

So does that mean you could see how flustered he was getting then? Oh no! Soobin clears his throat and narrows his eyes at beomgyu anyway. “Am not.”

“Are too! Anyway, all I’m saying is that interaction was painful to watch. You’re really giving pathetic, loser, virgin right now. I cant lie.” Beomgyu attempts to stifle in one of his obnoxious laughs.

Soobin is quick to snap back, "You've only ever slept with one person!"

"S-so!! At least im not a virgin!" Beomgyu’s cheeks also become the equivalent to the strawberry macarons as he scrambles to try and defend himself, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed.

“Well, the concept of a virgin is purely societal anyway. It doesn’t actually matter. It doesn’t mean anything really.” Soobin bitterly replies, continuing to work whilst his counterpart does completely nothing like most of the time. It's usually soobin that does work, remind him not to agree to beomyu's silly ideas of getting a job together ever again.

Beomgyu scoffs and snickers at this, "Whatever. You’re just saying all that to make yourself feel better because you’re a loser. LMAO"

"I’ll punch you right now."

"Then we'll both be fired~”

A poor customer still awaits at the counter to be served, standing in bewilderment and tiredness. Waiting for the two bakers to finish bickering and sighing as they don’t seem like they’re going to stop anytime soon.

Soobin doesn’t expect to see you again, in complete honesty, he’s almost forgotten you even exist after you never come again. But he’s in luck and more than pleasantly surprised when he hears the bell to the door go ding!, indicating a customer had walked in. He looks up from the cake he was decorating and in comes you looking cuter than the first time he saw you. He tries not to mess up the cake and he stands up straight almost instantly when he sees you, waiting for you to order and trying to remain calm.

You laugh and point at his cute nose when you come up to the counter. “You have like, icing all on your nose.”

“O-oh. I do?” He points at himself and you nod in reply. He feels himself going redder by the minute. He must look so stupid right now! And he urgently brings his sleeve up and tries to wipe the icing off his nose to not make himself look an even more of a complete fool in front of you .

“Ah wait no. Let me do it!” You lean over the counter as you see him struggling and wipe it off the top of his cute bunny like nose instead for him.

And that was the end of soobin. The end.

-

You become a regular at the bakery and soobin becomes a regular of embarrassing the absolute shit out of himself each time he sees you. He really doesn’t think he can top the previous comedic disaster that occurs when you enter, yet he always proves himself wrong, the awkwardness reaching new heights each time. From dropping trays of pastries, spilling drinks, nearly slipping in front of you, giving you a ₩50000 note when it was only ₩5000 change, the list goes on and on. He’s actually surprised he hasn’t lost his job yet.

And there’s also always a disappointed beomgyu shaking his head afterwards ready to make fun of him when Soobin promises to make a move but freezes every time you’re in sight, too much of a pussy.

“I’m calling an intervention.” Beomgyu declares and sighs after the nth time of soobin making absolutely no moves on you whatsoever, “Soobin, my man, my bro, you desperately need to get banged. It’s painful seeing the way you act. Your little crush is not gonna like you with the way you act. That’s it. We’re going clubbing tonight after this shift. No buts.”

“But-”

“I said no buts!”

“You know I hate clubbing.”

“You’ve never even been with me despite my constant pleads.” Beomgyu shakes his head and makes a dramatic pained face at his way.

“So? I know I’ll hate it.”

“You’re such a hater bro.”

“Yes I am. And I take pride in it. I’m a hater of everything.”

Beomgyu just sighs. He was utterly hopeless.

Unfortunately, there was no way Soobin could get out of this because beomgyu was having absolutely none of his protests and excuses and that’s how he ends up finding himself at the club anyway after his shift, sitting off to the side as he watches beomgyu disappear somewhere into the crowd. Soobin sighs as he downs his jack and coke. This was going to be a long fucking night.

-

In the dimly lit club, soobin’s discomfort was palpable, like a fish out of water and you noticed instantly upon arrival. It’s that cute tall baker boy who always serves you! You excitedly make your way and sit next to him, he looked a little lonely. “Hey! You work at that bakery on campus. I go there!”

Soobin’s eyes nearly fall out of his sockets at the sight of you sitting next to him and he nearly chokes on his drink as he splutters on his straw and nods. Act calm, act calm, act calm, act calm. Act cool and mysterious.

It’s you! You’re speaking to him?!

“So…these things not really your scene, huh?”

“Gee. How did you ever notice?” Soobin attempts to smile and joke with dry humour but it executes a little more awkward and nervous than how he would have liked.

You also try to carry on the conversation since this is the first time you’ve got to ever actually talk to the cute boy before. “I’m very intuitive. I can just sense things like that.”

He laughs at that too, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now. “No but yeah, I’d much rather be at home right now sleeping. Can’t say I’m much of an advocate for getting stupidly drunk with sweaty people you don’t even know with terrible rave music and flashing lights that should have an epilepsy warning”

“I get it.” You chuckle at how passionate he gets talking about how much he hates clubbing, frown on his cute face. “So why are you here then?”

“Friend wanted me to. Said I needed to finally get laid or whatever.” Soobin rolls his eyes and sips on his drink again, motioning his head to the direction of beomgyu on the dance floor, clearly drunk off his ass now.

“Oh, you’re a Virgin?”

Soobin’s ears go red when he realises what he said to you. “O-oh um y-yeah I guess…”

“Are you waiting for like marriage or the right person or something?” You question, genuinely surprised. He was tall and very attractive and it was rare for college boys to not hook up every single night these days.

“God no. Just never happened. I don’t really care for things like that. It’s probably overhyped anyway and doesn’t even feel that good. Like porn is highly unrealistic anyway.”

“You think so?” You chuckle at him and he nods, continuing to cutely sip on his drink with his straw. “Well maybe you should to try it out first and see for yourself.” Your words start to become a little flirty as you grow more confident talking with him and also because of the alcohol making you slightly tipsy now. “Sorry, but do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes please.” Soobin’s eyes widen even more at your suggestion and he’s more than happy to get out of here with you especially.

“Umm your friend is a bit….out of it right now.” You watch beomgyu drunk from afar, whipping his long hair back and forth claiming to everyone around he’ll be able to do it fast enough to lift off his feet and fly like a helicopter.

“He’ll be…he’ll be fine I’m sure”

Soobin has no idea what good stuff he must have done in his past life to get to this moment right now, in your room, making out with you, in your bed. Did he mention making out? With you?! The customer he’s been crushing on for months?! Holy, he might hyperventilate right now. It all feels like a dream. Is this real right now?

You cup his cheek and move into his lap, continuing to move your lips against his and soobin’s ears and face are all flushed, breathing loud of enough for you to hear and he looks all nervous and a little shaky.

You stop kissing him but he chases after your lips still and you stroke his cheek, “Are you okay Soobin?”

He’s only able to nod, lips parted and eyes all glazed over. He’s so out of it just from making out with you it’s crazy. But so cute too.

“C-can you…can we…just want…”

“What do you want, baby?” You chuckle and stroke his cheek as he manages to utter some words. The petname only makes his head go even more haywire.

“W-want you…”

“What do you want me to do?” You giggle and coo at him.

He shyly shows you the boner he’s had this entire time. You can’t believe he got a boner just from some kissing. “Can you-will you touch me…please? Need it…” He pleads at you nervously, so red in the face.

“Are you sure?”

He nods his head exceptionally fast and you begin to unbuckle his jeans as he watches you take his flushed and hard dick out, breathing only becoming heavier. Damn, you didn’t think he’d be that big.

You take him into your hands and his mouth his already agape, gasping when you slowly start to stroke him.

You pump his big cock at a steady pace so as not to overwhelm him too much, though twisting and thumbing at the tip occasionally that has him drooling at the corner of his mouth and beads of precum dribbling out heavily from his cock. It’s endearing how far gone he is just at you stroking his dick slow, shy whimpers and other noises eliciting from his mouth.

You unbutton you shirt with your other hand as you continue to pump him and his eyes go crazed at the sight of your tits, you guiding his own big inexperienced hands to grope at them and he does, slumping his head into your neck and shoulder moaning into it and still groping and squeezing at your tits.

With a sudden yelp you feel Soobin’s cum spurt up and leak into your hands, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers continuously from his premature orgasm.

He doesn’t lift his head from your shoulder yet, too embarrassed to face you but he eventually does, eyes still half lidded, trying to catch his breath and he’s hard again. “W-will you fuck me? Please please please. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you, please?” He practically begs, still panting out.

“Are you really sure, Soobin? With me?”

“Yes please! Only want you.”

You study his face for any hesitancy but it’s clear he’s so set on wanting you to fuck him. So you wrap your hands around both his wrists and bring him to lay down on your pillows instead, you still straddling his lap.

When you’ve undressed your lower half, you bring his dick and slide it over your entrance a few times, he moans out loud, hands coming up shyly to cover his face and then you sink down incredibly slowly on his massive length . Soobin’s jaw drops and breath hitches at the feeling of his dick finally in your warm pussy, a strangled moan ripping out of him. He could seriously cum just from being in you right now, but he tries so hard not to or you’ll be disappointed and he doesn’t want to see you disappointed or embarrass himself even more.

“You good, baby?”

“M’ f-fine. Just-Just need a minute.” Soobin shakes out.

You take his hands away from his face and lean down to softly kiss him instead, trying to calm him down and he effuses into your mouth, kissing back passionately with his eyes closed.

“I’m ready now…” He pulls away after a while and looks you in the eyes.

So you start to slowly move, riding him, going up and down on his virgin dick. Soobin’s mouth hangs open in endless moans and gasps and whimpers, face buried into your pillow to the side and his hair all messy now. Whole body flushed and shaking underneath you.

“Better than you thought, baby?” You grunt out, bouncing on top of his cock.

“So much better. O-oh my god, f-fuck…ah!” So maybe sex wasn’t overhyped after all. Because goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Maybe it was just you. But Soobin truly feels like he’s gliding on fluffy clouds right now. All the times he’s touched himself not even coming close to how he feels right now stuffed in your pussy as you fuck him, watching mesmerised as your tits bounce with each movement. He could die here right now in full contentment. Oh how he was so wrong.

It’s not long at all before Soobin can’t hold it anymore. His hips bucking up and breath hitching as a loud strangled mewl tumbles out of his mouth and you feel hot cum fill you up suddenly that makes you still your movements on him. He lets out a long slurred groan and then goes limp beneath you, eyes closing shut and open as he fades from conscious to not every now and then. Is he really that fucked out?

After a while, he finally somewhat recovers and comes back to you from his high, still panting out and chest rising up and down. He looks up at you with a small shy smile on his lips, arm thrown over his forehead.

“You know I literally only go to the bakery because of how cute and silly you are and how you always make a mess of yourself whenever I walk in” You chuckle and admit, drawing shapes into his chest.

“W-wait you knew I liked you?” Soobin asks, shocked and feeling embarrassed again.

You laugh, “Come on, you made it rather obvious.”

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and irriating when fics have such little reblogs ☹️. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it make writers want to actually write :)

A/n: having serious writers block rn but forced myself to write this in practically one sitting (it was so painful) and has not been proof read at all so if it makes no sense I apologise 😭

[hyewka]

I think a lot about sub!soobin with edging AND overstim

can you imagine the mess he would be while being edged for hours, just to be overstimulated right after he cums?

I'll not elaborate, just THINK

moving your hand slowly, torturously slow, as you watch soobin unravel, writhe beneath you. a mess, all 6ft of him sprawled out under you, looking utterly spent. his body slick with sweat, muscles twitching uncontrollably, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glazed over and heavy lidded, bed soaked with sweat and precum, completely overwhelmed, overheated.

“please, please… i can’t—” his voice breaks off into a whimper as you squeeze just a little tighter, your thumb brushing over his sensitive cockhead, making him buck his hips desperately into your hand. “please, i need to—a-ah, can’t take it, can’t”

soobin whos been nothing but compliant, so willing to abide to every command you give him, is completely exhausted; even then, his legs still twitch as if hes trying to flee, reduced to the mouth-blabbering whore in front of you, completely lost in the torture you’ve been going at for hours, haze of esctasy clouding his mind making it impossible for him to make a single complete, coherent sentence.

"you've been so good, so obedient, haven't you?"

he nods weakly, his movements sluggish as if it takes all his remaining strength just to respond. "y-yes... so good..." his voice is barely a whisper, broken and hoarse from all the pleading and whimpering.

"such a good boy," you continue, your hand gently brushing through his sweat-dampened hair, and he leans into the touch, desperate for any form of comfort, for your approval. "poor baby, you've taken everything i've given you, haven't you?"

"yes... all of it..." he breathes out, his words slurred, like he's on the brink of passing out, yet still, he clings to your praise, the need to please you deeply ingrained in his very being. "i'll... i'll take more... anything.. just...just—just for you.”

you smile at that, tighetning your grip around his shaft, feeling it pulse in your hand as you quicken your pace just enough to push him to the edge, obscene sounds of squelching growing louder and more frantic. “you know what i want, don’t you?”

he groans, his head falling back against the pillows as his hips jerks up into your fist. “y-yes… i know… please…”

“want to see you make a mess for me, bunny. can you do that for me?”

his answer was a choked sob, his body straining as you pushed him further and further— you could feel him starting to shake, his body on the brink of breaking down completely, and that’s when you finally let him have it.

all it took was you leaning towards his tip, giving it a kitty lick and soobin’s entire body convulses as he finally, finally tumbled over the edge, his back arching off the bed as he came with a loud, desperate cry. thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand, dripping down his shaft, splattering across his stomach, his thighs, the sheets. hes cumming so hard, harder than he ever had before, and it seemed like it wouldn’t stop, his body still shuddering as you milked every last drop out of him.

“fuck, fuck, i’m—i can’t, it’s too much, too much—” his voice high-pitched, frantic, as you kept going, your hand still moving in the same pace, watching as more cum spurted out. his mouth falls open, and all that comes out are incoherent, broken sounds, a mix of whimpers and sobs, his mind too fogged with pleasure and pain to say anything more ^__^

[sstrwbrryccke]

— bullying him pt.4 | sub soobin

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, sadistic reader, masochistic soobin, dubcon, hate fingering, sadist x masochistic relationship, mutual pining, mild violence, hurt w comfort, mean dirty talk, reader's genitals are unclear and can be interpreted as either a cock or a strap, misunderstandings, public bathroom indecency, bdsm, happy ending!!!

the long await part 4 is here!! i tagged everyone who wanted a part 4 i hope you aren't too irritated by the tag >.< i did this very tired and sleep deprived so i hope it makes sense HAHAHA

tags: @yaegerphobic @strwbrryjaem @ke4s @sk104kx @bennybenten @queer-n-here @sleeping143 @browni-bin @skinnyzlegendz @roturo @zuzuhasablog

something changed after that date, you could feel it, soobin could feel it and the other classmates felt it too. it was the lingering touches, the maintained gazes during class. the way he dared to stare for just a second longer. you didn't want to admit it, and it was initially easy to ignore the problem. it's not like you weren't used to overlooking soobin. he was simply an accessory in your eyes, what's the use in admiring the shine of a singular gem on a sapphire bracelet?

though, perhaps your dismissiveness was your greatest achilles heel after all. in the end, an undeniable itch would creep up on the back of your neck. like a minuscule mosquito sting that would bloom into large red welts. it started irritating you to a degree. sure you were blatantly ignoring the man, but can a contradiction not be such opposing parallels?

because how dare he, even for a second, ignore you back?

maybe it was the small sigh of relief he let out when you passed by, or the way he kept his head down low when he exited the class. when did it start to bother you so much?

no way. he would come running back. he always did and he always will, you know it in your bones, he will come back he will. what's a victim without a bully? a nerd without a jock??? a locker without a dim-witted loser to push into????????

you will wait it out, wait for him to come out crawling and kneeling, grasping at your leg like a devout to their divine deity— prayers forcing their way frantically out of his mouth.

but seconds tick by, days even, and suddenly it's been two weeks already with no movement. all silent on the battlefront. is this what it's like for drinks to fizzle out at the bottle of a can? when a songbird no longer sings for the morning sun? and the stars no longer shine for the moon? and whatever next poetic quote that rhymes with moon?

damn, what a sad and pathetic way to conclude it. so this is the ending chapter of the depressing story of a mega fluke and his cool fling.

is what you would say if you were the cowardly choi soobin!!!

because you weren't a pussy, and you certainly weren't one to give up on your pride. so be it, if he wants you to come to him, you'll give it to him.

☆★☆

your glare bore holes into the hunched back of choi soobin. now see, normally you wouldn't even gift that loser a glance in his direction, too risky to pay him attention and blow the cover of your unconventional connection after all. but this was a special occasion, and you felt like your nerves were lit on fire, like a hormonal teenager going through puberty again. it was abnormal for everyone else too, many did not even know the unimportant side character soobin was even associated with you, arguably the most interesting (or maybe the right word is known) person in the classroom.

the metal keys weigh heavy in your uniform pants (retrieved from the staffroom after many great excuses to convince your teacher), waiting for the right moment to pounce. come on soobin, you dare him to move. fall right into the metal prongs.

"—dude, hey— HEY!" one of your friends, kiwoo, shook your shoulder, hard enough that you broke your gaze just for a second. you snap your head at him, giving him an irritated look that makes him retreat his hand.

"what's with you?" he says, suspicious, "you've been glaring at soobin ever since he entered the classroom. what? he gave you bad head or something?"

"not funny." you roll your eyes.

"is there something happening between the two of you? it doesn't feel like a simple errand boy situation anymore. you're not nonchalant and mysterious for ignoring the question by the way."

you groan, this really wasn't the time for it. what kind of excuse can you even give him? that the weird situationship you had with soobin backfired and now you're acting like an angsty possessive insecure spouse trying to get him back? tough shit.

"it's not even that deep, kiwoo. he just pissed me off this morning, that's all." you scoff out an excuse, hoping that's enough to deter your nosy friend. you look back at where soobin was seated— shit where did he go?!

"what did he do now?—" "not the time, he's gone, where did he go?" you look around, irritation seeping into your voice.

"chill, he probably just went to the b—"

you stand up, muttering another alibi before dashing out of the classroom. you catch a glimpse of his white shirt turning the corner, bingo, he's headed to the restroom! your heart thumps in your throat as you approach the bathroom, was the dominos actually falling into place? you can't believe your stupid plan was working.

once you reach the entrance, you silently take a breath, getting ready for the confrontation. you step in, closing the restroom door behind you with the keys, and you hear an all too familiar gasp as the lock sets into place.

"oh, you, the door,"

his stupid voice stutters out (you missed hearing it), shaky eyes meeting yours. he was sweating visibly, like this was a horror game and he just came face to face with the final boss.

"so—sorry wrong room!" he turns around like an npc reciting a practised line, only to be met with the tile wall, what a dumb bunny. when he pivots back around, you are already eye-to-eye with him. his voice hitches, a pathetic excuse for a squeal, and the world spins— you pin him into the wall right behind him. he would crumble onto the floor right there if it weren't for your hands holding his wrists up.

there was a moment of silence between you two, his eyes scattering around as if the gum on the floor was suddenly so much more interesting than the person in front. he bites his bottom lip in fear.

"oh stop it i told you before to not bite your chapped lips." the first words exchanged, a command that he obeys immediately like following your words was as natural as breathing. you forgot how satisfying it was to order him around.

"care to explain why you're avoiding me?" your tone sharp and cutting; as if you were physically pressing a knife up against his chest. he tries to talk. lip trembling, eyes closing, but all that comes out is a fearful whimper. you click your tongue in irritation, releasing one of his wrists— which limply drops to his side like a ragdoll. using your free hand you grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

"answer."

he tears up, sniffling as he tries not to sob. "m' sorry... i—i'm sorry for ignoring you."

you felt a pang in your heart, you can't tell if it was guilt or anger. "shit quit apologising and just answer my question. why were you avoiding me."

his shoulders were raised all the way up as if he was expecting you to smack him across the cheek, his whole body was wrecked with trembles and you're impressed he wasn't full-on sobbing yet. his face was red and holy shit no fucking way he was hard. what a strong sense of deja vu, wasn't this exactly how this whole mess started in the first place? you just stare at him for a minute, shaking and quivering with a bulge, no answer on his tongue.

"are you fucking for real? what'd i expect from a masochistic dog. of course, you're getting off from this." you grit your teeth, was he just using you for a quick jerk? that this was his kink this whole time and he only ever saw you as a fuck partner? did he ignore you simply so you would snap and give him exactly what he wants???

and for some reason, you felt betrayed, as if there was actually some relationship between you two. how hypocritical too, did you not also see soobin as sexual relief? wasn't he supposed to be an obedient mouth that opened for your dick? why was your fist clenching and veins pumping as if you caught your long-term partner cheating???

"maybe the only way to get shit through your thick skull is to fuck it out of you huh? bend you over in front of everyone with your ass out as you get fucking drilled by a big fat cock? is that what you want?" your words come out forced and throbbing red with anger.

"i—"

you clasp a rough hand over his throat, though you didn't actually squeeze, he shuts up immediately, eyes wide and fingers quivering. you almost rip his pants down, taking his underwear as well in one swift motion. he snivels pathetically, helplessly being led around as you savagely grasp his hair. you pull him to the sink, forcing him to bend over in front of the mirror. he desperately clutches the edges of the sink with a grunt, otherwise he might be toppled over by your rough handling. his body leaning down with his elbows bent onto the sink edge.

you grip his hair, painfully hard, his scalp must be killing him. you lift his head up until he's staring at his face in the reflection. it was like a brush with scarlet paint used his face as a canvas. his cheeks red and trembling. tears bulge on the edge of his eyes, threatening to slip out any second. his lips long-bitten and bleeding.

"keep staring at your slutty self. watch how pathetic and ugly you're gonna look when you get your organs fucked out. if you break your gaze even for a second i'll fucking kill you."

you cuss with every malevolence in your soul, for a second soobin thinks you might actually kill him. he holds in his breath as if one more sound from him will settle the hatred in your heart and murder him. you spit down onto his ass, watching as it dribbles down, you abruptly prod at his hole. not waiting like you would before. breaking through the rim and forcing your finger in like an intruder.

he loudly groans out in agony, body shuddering and wavering. you smack him over the head. "quit moving so much. shit, i wasted so many stupid gifts on you. and to think i was saving up the actual fucking for something more special. like we were actually a couple or something. but now you're gonna get your organs reorganised in a public bathroom. i guess that's suiting for a whore like you."

he grits his teeth in pain, trying to endure the pain and the humiliation for you. he stares at himself in the mirror in despair, brows furrowed and his vision blurry, his glasses were knocked off his nose from all the movement, but he keeps looking at himself just like you commanded. not trying to disobey you. why did he do that for you? it pissed you to new heights. why was he still acting like he was a goodie two shoes who didn't want to displease you?

you thrust the finger in and out with no care, barely being assisted by your makeshift lube to slide against his walls. his soft whimpers barely slipping out. you press another finger against his hole and this time he does stir, he jerks away. incoherent protests come out when he feels the second finger try to enter.

"break! a break! please give me uh a break b—before the second!" he begs, on the verge of breaking into full sobs.

"what makes you think you can bargain?"

he shivers at your harsh words, head hanging in shame. it was so pathetic, you feel a small semblance of pity, spitting more on his ass to assist the second. but you weren't merciful by any standard and promptly slid the two fingers in.

his shoulders shake, feeling full already with the two fingers. tears finally slip out in both overwhelming pain and pleasure. he hadn't touched himself ever since the last time you two met.

your ruthless fingers pump in and out of his ass like you were digging for his stomach, violently pressing against his prostate. it hurts like crazy. a primal and animalistic type of pain. but oh man, the electricity zipping through his body was hitting all the right places. it felt so wrong yet so right. like he belonged here pressed underneath your feet and hands. this felt like pleasure. his dick was tall and alert, pent up and ready to burst. his body begged for more while his mind was praying for mercy.

he thrashes around with each new thrust, being unable to control his body as a guttural wail forces its way out of his mouth. the slopping of skin slapping skin fills your ears. you grunt as you tighten your hold on his hair, trying to get him to stop moving. the more you ram your fingers into his prostate, the more frantic he becomes, one of his hands coming up to weakly pry at your hand holding his hair. you let go of your grip on his scalp to instead pull his body flush against your chest, hand snaking to the front and onto his throat. your fingers ceasing to stop with its insane momentum.

"please— no more— have me—mercy! i'm so sorry i'm so sorry i'm sorry—" he begs endlessly, sobbing and shaking his head, struggling against your hold.

you ignore his pleas, hand trailing down from his throat to his lower stomach, you can feel the movement of your fingers. suddenly, you push your palm down on his lower abdomen, right above his prostate. just as your two fingers press into the glands. he cries out, head blanking into sparks of light and stars. his cock spasming as he spurts out white stripes, shooting onto the mirror. his hands that were frantically prying at your wrists limps down.

your lips curl into a cruel smile, a sense of satisfaction raking over your body. you slid your two fingers out of his hole. a scoff comes out, naturally.

"hah. you came? i wasn't even trying to pleasure you, and you came like a little..."

your nasty words drift off as you look at him in the mirror. the room is now uncomfortably quiet, only the weeping and sobbing of soobin echoing in the restroom. he looks like a wreck, not in a sexy, sweaty way. but in a heart-hanging, guilt-tripping way. his face was painted with tears, snot and substance. eyes closed and afraid to look up at you. his body exhausted and leaning against you, he didn't even have the energy to quiver.

you did this to him, you absolutely ruined his pretty face and his sweet eyes. you actually deserve hell. what was wrong with you? how could you do this to someone so cute and precious? soobin deserved the world and so much more, he deserved everything good and nice and sweet and right on this earth. but what happened at that moment, how did you get here?

suddenly it was like your throat was constricted and swollen, lips dry with unsaid words. what do you say? apologise? promise to leave him alone forever?

"i..."

"i'm sorry..." he beats you to it with shaky words.

"holy shit no— no no, don't apologise." you quickly mumble, holding him up.

"i— i was scared, i didn't know how you would react. because i think, i think i'm insane, i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm scared you would be disgusted" his words tumble out breathlessly, you just stare silently in shock.

"i'm sorry— i don't get myself either, because everything about you drives me crazy and i can't be around you— i know i'm a masochistic dog but i just can't help it— no matter what you do to me makes me like you more, d—don't hate me please. i'm such a freak—" his words are barely coherent as he sobs.

"shh shhh shh it's okay, calm down soobin, calm down." you try to comfort him, beyond confused and shocked. he's crying so hard he's hiccuping and stammering. you help him lean on a wall and he slides down, you frantically kneel down to try and ground him.

"i— i don't want you to hate me— but your attention just feels so good to me— anything— any attention you give me it just shakes me to my core... i couldn't do it anymore—hic— i had to avoid you hick—" he hides his face in his hands. you try to understand his words, your head spiralling in turmoil. he what? he avoided you because you gave him too much attention? what kind of fucked up logic was that? this was starting to sound like those cliche misunderstanding tropes in romcoms. nevermind that, you had a sexually confused pile of fluff to comfort.

"soobin breathe, hey, come on." you say as softly as you can, like you were trying to approach an injured bunny in the wild. no matter, your heart pangs with guilt as he keeps crying. you pull him into a hug on your lap, wrapping your arms tight around his frame. this seems to make him cry more, but he leans into you, knees bundled tight against his chest as he savours the warmth. you two stay on the floor in this strong embrace. you coo sweet and reassuring words into his ear as you rock him back and forth, doing your best to console him. kissing each tear as it falls.

his sobs quiet down with each passing minute until there was only silence and mute sniffling. it was bizarre to cuddle on the restroom floor, but it was nice, and you have to admit that you do like soobin in your arms. not embracing him in sex, but in comfort and simply to make him feel good. this was crazy hypocritical to say, considering he was partly crying due to your assholery.

after a few more minutes of silence, you glance at soobin, still hidden away by his hands. "soob, come on, look at me." you coo into his ear, and he makes a small noise of acknowledgement. your hands gently pry at his hands and he lets you remove his shield from his face. he looks at you pitifully, eyes red and puffy from the crying, pouting. you kiss his cheek, you don't know why you did it, but it felt right to. "do you want to talk to me now?"

he nods, but hides his face in your shoulder.

"i... i'm crazy and a freak. you hurt me, you humiliate me, you cause me so much pain."

you grimace, stroking his hair. yeah, that sounds about right. if there was one thing consistent about your inconsistent personality, it was how much of an asshole you are. if soobin was your salvation, it was like the angels gave you a second chance at life. but you honestly wouldn't blame them if the ground caved beneath you right now and sent you straight to hell. was it bad to say you enjoyed all the sadistic acts? probably. you can't lie and say you regret being a sadist. but if it makes it better, you do regret the pain soobin is feeling right now.

"but... please don't hate me for this..."

"i won't hate you, soobin." you encourage him to keep talking, shushing his worries away.

"i like all of it, i like it so much it drives me crazy. i'm abnormal, i know. and i get it if you think i'm disgusting. but i'm so obsessed with you. i think about the things you do to me every night, i replay it in my head over and over again until i'm touching myself again. the more you hurt me, the more i like you... but... but you kept avoiding me, and i thought you knew how i felt and you were disgusted... and if that was the case... i didn't want to get hurt anymore..." he confesses fully, face buried deep in your neck and you feel your shirt slowly wet with his tears again.

it was silence, absolute, bewilderment from your side. the quiet seems to gnaw at soobin's heart, because he lifts his head up, gaze lowered as he stutters. "i— i get it if you're disgusted, my feelings are so strang—"

"soobin, you're a proper, proper masochist, wow." you breathe out. lifting his face up gently with two of your hands. wiping away his tears with your sleeve.

"oh..." he just mouths, mind seemingly blank. confused by how mundane your reaction was.

"wait, so how'd you feel about what we did just then? did you like it?"

"i... didn't like you being angry at me..."

"but what about the feeling? the fingering? the rough treatment?"

he blushes. "i liked the rough treatment." he pauses for a moment. "and you paying attention to me again."

the both of you fall quiet and he crumbles at the scrutiny. you knew soobin was masochistic and that he liked you. this was not new information. shit, you knew this from the beginning. so what changed? why did you freak out and go ballistic? why'd you corner him and demand him to tell you why he avoided you? why'd you force him to endure all that pain?

"i... i was so mean to you today... i... because you kept, looking away from me, and, ignoring my gaze and avoiding me. i thought..." the words fall into noiseless void. burning on the tip of your tongue.

"i thought you didn't like me anymore,"

you admit, shame and humiliation weighing down your heart. for a self-proclaimed smartass, you were sure stupid and dense to your own emotions. when did it start? when did you actually start caring about the loser? maybe the answer was simpler than that, you never felt the feelings creeping up to you, because, in truth, you've always been looking at him. maybe that's why you picked on him so easily, always eyeing for his reaction. shit, what a twisted way your heart works. but damn did you have a lifetime of sins to atone for.

soobin was blinking up at you blearily, clearly confused and oblivious to the conclusion in your head. you pick up his cracked glasses from the ground, gently inserting them behind his ears. (you'll buy him another pair later.)

"you don't hate me?" his voice was weak and hopeful. you scoff.

"you're too easy to bully and pick on. it's the complete opposite idiot. i just have a shitty way to show my feelings, and you're unfortunately the victim." it takes a moment for him to process your words, and his face morphs into a cute kind of shock, he is ecstatic, you can tell by the way his dimples deepen. you really didn't deserve this man or any of the feelings he has, for some reason, god was merciful and sent the perfect masochistic man to slot into your sadistic tendencies.

"but... isn't our relationship weird?" he frowns.

"we crossed that line the moment i fingered you dude." he chuckles at this, caught off guard. and you appreciate the clear ringing of his laughter without any more denial.

"honestly, you picked such a shitty person to crush on. i'm the worst, i like being mean to you. i like humiliating you, i like the feeling of having you grovel at my feet."

his face reddens with each word, hiding his face into your shoulder again. you lean into him, appreciating the silky softness of his hair.

"i don't deserve you. i'm an idiot, it took what? months of sexual tension and emotional buildup for me to realise i actually like you instead of hating you?" you ramble, he snorts.

"but i'll make it up to you, i promise." you can tell he was blushing by the heated tips of his ears. this was nice, him in your lap. he's still a loser, but he's your loser. (gross, you reconsider taking everything back with this one thought.)

"let's get out of here first. screw class, we're gonna graduate anyways, what are the teachers gonna do?"

"and i should wear some pants..." he comments.

"that too."

☆★☆

you do a final check over at soobin, ointment applied and bandaged up. he looks out of place in your fancy bedroom and it makes you snicker. once a loser, forever a loser.

"okay, that's it. does it hurt anywhere else?" you ask, setting down the ointment. he's only injured slightly, it was mostly his bitten lip and some bruises from the rough handling.

he nods and you instantly look at him with concern. "where? where and what hurts?"

he exaggeratedly points at his heart and you scoff, rolling your eyes, trying your hardest not to smile at his antics. "what does the big baby want?"

soobin is pensive and shy at first, he wasn't expecting you to take his dramatics seriously. but soon his lips curl into a cheeky grin. "...cuddles, and kisses." you blush at the idea, grimacing. you stand up and walk away from him towards the bed.

soobin panics at your reaction. "s—sorry! i was being stupid, you don't have to take it seriously, don't leave me!"

"shut up, do you want it or not?" you say, sitting on the edge of the bed. arms stretched out. he grins widely, hurrying up to jump into your arms. you two roll over into the bed as you stretch the blanket to cover your bodies. you admire soobin's joyful expression, stroking his hair.

don't get it wrong, you still think such blatant displays of affection were cringe, and soobin was still a loser. but maybe it was never that deep, and you could definitely see yourself get used to this.

you lean down, your lips connecting with his, he feels so plush and soft underneath you. he's still a masochistic dog definitely, and you still think he's a pervert, but he's also so precious and lovable, there was so many things you could list about him.

you two separate. he seems beyond pleased with himself, burying his face into your neck. "i feel like this is all a dream, and i'm going to wake up."

"don't insult me, dream me could never kiss this well." you roll your eyes. he snickers.

"yeah, you're right. no one else could make me feel this way except real you."

you feel yourself grin, really grin. not out of malice, a grin of genuine satisfaction and joy. you feel your eyelids drooping as soobin drifts to sleep in your arms. if you told younger you that this was how things would turn out with soobin, they probably would've cussed and flipped you out.

oh well. they will come to accept it eventually anyways. this wasn't so bad after all.

end.

☆★☆ BONUS SCENE

soobin drools, senses heightened. tied up, gagged, blindfolded and a vibrator pressing at his cock. he wasn't going to last much longer. you were cruel, so fucking cruel. and he had no idea where you even were. did you leave him? how long has it been? minutes? hours? did you leave the room?

he was snapped back to reality by a harsh slap on his thigh. he trembles and sobs, curling into himself. he feels a pressure at the back of his head before the gag loosened up, allowing him to breathe and talk.

"pl—please, can't, can't— gon cum, can't hold it in. mercy, please mercy." he cries out, voice broken. he sobs and thrashes around. hoping he can charm his way out of this. he was going to burst any moment and he was going to be punished harshly for disobeying you.

"colour?" you whisper by his ear, making him jump with a whimper.

"g—green." he sniffles.

"good boy." you coo, stroking his chest, circling around one of his nipples. he cries, nerves jerking all over the place. "beg for it."

"please..." he begins, swallowing down a sob.

"please fuck me... please give me permission to cum— i— i can't last any longer— hic!"

you interrupt him with a large intrusion in his ass, he almost mewls in both pleasure and pain. "a—ah! so big, feeeels good, uhhg feels so good. love you, love you."

you grin cruelly, thrusting into him hard and accurate. the pleasure he was in twists into panic as he realises you hadn't given him permission to cum yet. and if you kept going at this pace, he was surely going to cum before your permission.

"w—wait ple—ease let me cum! i've been good, i've been good! please let me cum, i've been so good for you!" he snivels, were you going to be nice or heartless today? the closer he reaches to his climax, the more he frets. grovelling down at you, begging relentlessly for permission. before long, he feels his limit.

"i'm going to oh god i'm going to! i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm so disobedient i'm going to disobey you! i feel it— hic—" he cries louder, and just before he climaxes, you press down on his lower stomach, whispering in his ear.

"come for me baby."

with that, his body violently convulses, and his back arches as his mouth opens in a silent scream. cum forces its way out of his painfully hard dick, a guttural groan digs its way out as he empties completely onto the bed.

after his ejaculation, he huffs heavily, whines mixed in with his wheezing. you let him ride out his orgasm, pulling out of him. you untie him and take off the blindfold. kissing him sweetly.

"you did so well, you were so cute soob." you cheekily grin. he smiles tiredly up at you. body sore and thoroughly ruined. he stretches his arms out and you take it as a signal to lift him up into your lap.

he settles into your embrace like it is the most natural thing in the world. giggling into your shoulder. "that was amazing, i love you so much."

"i gueesss i love you." you tease.

"hey!"

you chuckle, kissing his cheek. "just kidding, i love you." soobin whispers a quiet 'i know.'

you two enjoy each other's company for a second, only interrupted by soobin's growling stomach. "greedy." you jab at him with a grin and he pouts.

"i'll get you something to eat at the convenience store." you shake your head, getting up to leave but soobin tugs at your sleeve.

"i'm going to be lonely, take me with you!"

you roll your eyes at his dramatic antics, but oblige anyways.

☆★☆

at the convenience store, you buy a simple bread bun for soobin, your hands warming up in your pockets as he enjoys his snack. it was a cold winter, and you wanted to return back to your apartment as soon as possible.

"yo!"

a vaguely familiar voice calls out, you turn around to be met with a recognizable face, a gasp on your lips—

"holy shit, kiwoo! i haven't seen you since graduation." soobin vaguely identify the man as one of your old high school friends.

"it's been quite a few years, hasn't it," he chuckles, though confusion was evident in his eyes as he recognises soobin.

"soobin? what are you doing here?" he pauses, glancing between you, and then soobin, and then you. like the gears of a clock slowly turning.

"you guys are still friends?" he asks.

you and soobin exchange a look. "not really." you chuckle.

he tilts his head and you dutifully wrap an arm around soobin's waist. a cheeky grin on your face as you show off the glinting gem on your finger.

"he's my fiance, obviously."

★★★ end ★★★

an: i hope you guys enjoyed the fic and the ending!!! it took a lot of contemplating on how i was going to end this highly anticipated series... i do have a lot of inbox asks for alternative realities and spin-offs, so i will probably work on them next!!! also so sorry for disappearing for like multiple months... i had been so busy with life help!!!

anyways... reshares and comments are always appreciated! please do let me know how you felt about the fic....

[ryxiez]

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sub!txt pt.2 (gn!reader)

: ̗̀➛ Kai sends you a video of him using the new toy you got him for when he's away on tour. Let’s just say he’s having a lot of fun on his own now.

: ̗̀➛ After a stressful day of dance practice, the only way Taehyun can relax is by jacking off to the thought of you, but of course he prefers the real you.

: ̗̀➛ Beomgyu is so squirmy when you try to pleasure him. Holding his hand through it, you give him the sweetest hand job he could imagine.

: ̗̀➛ Soobin wouldn’t stop begging for a quickie during the stage rehearsal today so after it was over you pulled him aside for a hand job.

: ̗̀➛ Someone needed to put bratty Yeonjun in his place. Tying him up will hopefully help him learn his lesson the next time he decides to act up.

[loveylum]

… just busted a nut

[youcanwatchmebutcanttouchme]

Sounds TXT make in bed

Sub TXT x Neutral reader

Yeonjun:

He is definitely loud in bed,especially when you’re rough that day.He doesn’t give a fuck about the people who might hear you.His moans are loud,sluty and high pitched.

Soobin

The boy is so quiet he buries his head on your neck just so you can hear his soft whimpers.He does gasp or moan loudly occasionally,usually when he is caught by surprise.

Beomgyu

His moans are low and raspy,he’ll whimper quietly as well.He does get louder when is closer to orgasm,getting breathier until he finishes with a deep moan.

Taehyun

The volume will depend on what you’re doing,if you’re going soft,his moans will be breathy,if it’s rough he’ll let out squeaky and high pitched moans.His sounds also get whinier the closer he gets.

Huening Kai:

It’s soft,high pitched,so sweet sounding.He sounds so innocent when you’re intimate with him,even though he struggles to keep his voice down.

[lucidwntrr]

최수빈 ───〃I NEED U MORE

"why couldn’t you be home right now? why couldn’t you be the one making him feel good? to make him moan and cry for you? to make him cum? god soobin wanted to cum, he needed to cum..."

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ synopsis: soobin misses you and gets horny thinking about you while you’re working a 12hour shift at the hospital, he decides to do something about it.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!soobin x softdom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: masturbation, shy soobin, needy soobin, some pillow humping, punishment but not really b/c soobin enjoys it, thigh fucking, very light degradation, praise, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, soobin gets caught, lapslock ⋆˚꩜｡ notes: yes, this is me projecting as a current nursing student that also works as a patient care tech…

soobin felt like his body was on fire and that he could burst at any moment.

“fuck…” he breathes, “please.”

it was late at night, almost 12am and soobin was horny. and not his usual horny, this was different. he wasn’t yet used to your new job at the hospital and having to be apart from you for so many hours

it drives him crazy that he can’t be around you, snuggle you, or kiss you, and especially fuck you whenever he wanted. pouting and practically begging you not to go to work in the early mornings.

“uhn ~ ” he moans into his sleeve, a sweater-paw coming up to cover his mouth, embarrassed by the sounds he was making.

leading up to this, soobin was simply laying in bed and scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he lie on his stomach, face mushed into a pillow, and a small blanket draped over him.

it wasn’t until he got a quick text message from you saying that you’ll be home soon that his mind started to roam. he started missing you, replying to the text message with a sad face and a sigh. he opens his photos app and skims through the many pictures he has of you.

he comes across a rather explicit photo, one where your stood in front of the mirror in panties and a tank top. your hand teasingly, lifting the top just enough to reveal the bottom half of your breasts.

soobin feels his heartbeat pick up and his cock twitch in his pajama pants. he swallows as his eyes scan the picture, eyes honing in one area in particular, your thighs.

god - soobin loves your thighs, it was his favorite part of you. always kissing, licking, or biting them when gets to eat you out or fuck you. his hands always unconsciously rubbing or squeezing them throughout the day, always finding a way to touch them.

he lets out a needy whimper, grinding his now hard cock into the bed and gripping the pillow under him. it’s not unusual for soobin to get turned just from the sight of you, it’s almost laughable how he becomes a mess just from that. but it is unusual to not be able to do anything about it.

he can’t just do what he typically does, shyly ask you to touch him or to let him be inside you. beg if he has to, cry if you asked him to. he could text you, ask for permission, but who knows the next time you’ll be able to look at your phone and reply?

maybe… maybe just this once he can get away with not asking. you would understand, right? his breathing picks up at the thought. could he bring himself to disobey you? he could probably finish before you even get back with how pent up he was. it’s been a week since you’ve touched him sexually.

every light touch and brush of your hands against his skin, sent tingles through his whole body. bedtime being his biggest obstacle, being pressed so close to you and having his face against your chest, one hand in his hair, the other slowly rubbing his arm or back.

he feels his body warming up, his face likely flushed and his head getting clouded with arousal. in his dizzy state, he hadn’t even realized he’d been rolling his hips into the bed still, his cock aching.

“fuck it.” he mutters, tossing his phone down and sitting up with a huff. he grabbed the pillow he was just resting on and slots it between his legs, straddling it.

he tentatively grinds down on it, breath hitching at the new feeling. he’s never done this before, doesn’t even know what is coming over him. but he thinks back to the picture and of your thighs… and then thinks that he would like the pillow to be your thigh. he would love it, even.

he can just about imagine it. you sat on the bed, plump thighs exposed and him on top of one of them. he would feverishly rub his cock against it, leaving it sticky from the amounts of precum he was leaking. “good boy…” you would whisper as your hands roam his body, leaving no spot untouched, sending sparks down his spine…

soobin starts panting out breaths, his movements getting rougher. he brings a hand up to do what you can’t, sliding them under his sweater and hissing at how cool his hands are in comparison. brushing a thumb over his nipple like you do sometimes.

“mmph - ! ” he chokes on a moan, biting on his bottom lip as he jolts from the feather-light touch. it’s almost too much for him, he wishes you were here to do it for him. he’s too needy, his brain to foggy to do it alone.

he shifts to lay on his back, too hot and too brain-empty to be upright, discarding the pillow. his cock straining against his pajama pants, begging to be touched. he reaches a hand down to palm himself, gasping at how sensitive he was.

slowly, he pulls his cock from his pants with a little string of precum connecting his tip to the pool of it on his tummy. he scoops it up with his fingers, spreading it on the tip messily.

“oh god …” he gasps, eyes rolling into the back of his. he starts to stroke himself teasingly, overcome with need. he makes sure to replicate the exact motions you would, twisting his fist up then down and back up.

he thinks about the one time you let him fuck your thighs. how warm and wet it was as he thrusted his hips into them. soobin has thought about that day countless times ever since, but never got the courage to ask to do it again, to shy to bring it up.

he wishes he could do that right now, that it was your thighs he could be fucking into instead of his stupid fist. what he would give for you to be here right now, command him to get between you, and let him have his way with you while you praise him.

“uhn ~ ” he moans into his sleeve as he pumps his cock faster, a sweater-paw coming up to cover his mouth, embarrassed by the sounds he was making.

why couldn’t you be home right now? why couldn’t you be the one making him feel good? to make him moan and cry for you? to make him cum? god soobin wanted to cum, he needed to cum. he can feel himself getting close, hips bucking up into his wet hand.

“aww poor thing wants to cum, already ~ ? “ you would purr at him, making him whine in shame. all he has done is touch his cock a bit and he already has to cum, how pathetic.

“please… fucking please.” he quietly moans behind his hand. he wishes he could hear your voice, tell him how pathetic he was, tell him he can cum. you would giggle as you tighten your thighs around him, like soobin tightens his grip on his cock. squeezing and making everything so warm, so wet, so good.

soobin is so lost in pleasure he doesn’t hear the front door open or the announcement that you have arrived home. he simply keeps stroking his cock, his head thrown back with eyes screwed shut and his moans muffled, orgasm right on the surface. just a little more…

“soobin ~ “ you call out into the silence. you drop your work bags and kick off your shoes before heading to the living room first. there have been many times soobin has fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you to get home.

you hum when you don’t find him there, instead opting for the only other place he could be which is the bedroom. you hurriedly make your way there, wanting to see your boyfriend that you so dearly missed.

once at the door, you freeze, hand hesitating over the handle. you press your ear to the door to make sure you’re hearing right.

“mmph, ‘m c-cumming !” soobin moans out, loudly. he had both hands on his cock now, fucking into them furiously, embarrassment long forgotten as he unabashedly makes every sound he can. he didn’t care anymore. he gasps when he cums, whole body trembling as he falls over the edge with cum landing on his sweater and dripping down his hands.

he whimpers and whines through his orgasm, trying to catch his breath. he relaxes his tense body, turning his head into the pillow and letting the pleasure wash over him.

“you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” soobin startles at the sound of your voice, opening his eyes to find you standing at the door with an eyebrow raised at him. he doesn’t know what to say or if he can even get words out right now.

you walk into the room, moving towards the bed as a wide-eyed soobin stares at you. his mouth hangs open, trying to find the words and tucking his cock back into his pants. anything that can defend himself, even though there isn’t anything that can.

“i- i missed you…” is all he can manage to whisper with watery eyes and a pout. he moves to the edge of the bed, where you stood, sitting down and tilting his head up to look you in the eyes, searching to them to figure out your feelings.

you take him in, scanning his figure. his flushed face, his disheveled hair, the drying cum on his sweater, his cock that was still hard tucked back away into his pajama pants. he reaches a sticky hand out to come around your waist, but you grab his wrist before he could make it there.

“you missed me, but couldn’t wait for me, hm?” you question, dropping his hand back to his lap. soobin whimpers and swallows, words failing him yet again.

“was too needy…” he mumbles, putting his head down in shame, face burning, and fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “’m sorry.” he finishes with a sniffle and tears threatening to fall.

you hum, moving around soobin to climb into the bed, removing your work clothes in the process and leaving just panties and top on. soobin lifted his head at the movement, wet eyes following you as you stripped.

his sensitive cock twitched, making him groan and press a hand against it, a weak attempt at fighting his hard-on.

“to think i was going to let you fuck me tonight…” you murmur without looking at soobin, absentmindedly checking your nails. you hear him let out a shaky breath though, goosebumps spreading across his skin at what you said.

“w-well can’t i still, please?” he timidly asks, moving next to you on the bed and trying to get into your field of vision so you can pay attention to him.

you laugh, turning to him “really?” is all you reply, blandly. soobin shivers at that, nibbling on his bottom lip, and throbbing in his pants. he looks so pathetic, so helpless…

“okay,” you start, laying back on the bed and turning your head to look at soobin who was staring back with confusion all over his face. “i’ll let you fuck me.” you finish, removing your panties, spreading your legs and patting your thigh.

soobin could swear he was in heaven right now. the day that has constantly been on his mind is finally happening again. is he dreaming? he has to be, right?

“do you not want to? shall i change my mind ~ “ you tease, pretending like you were about to sit up. soobin jumps up from his spot, shaking his head, quickly makes his way to you and placing himself in between your thighs.

his hands instinctively start caressing them, running his hands up and down the sides, occasionally kneading them while waiting for instruction. looking at you with such yearning in his eyes, so intense you can’t help but to look away, your face burning just a tad.

“you can start.” you boredly state, turning your head to collect yourself while clearing your throat. soobin wastes no time, unaware of you slight falter in composure. he lifts your legs up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders. he pants while he pushes your thighs together, whipping his sticky cock out and shoving them between your thighs with a whine.

“so fucking good…” he moans, eyes fluttering shut. he pushes all the way until his hips are flush against the back of your thighs, his hold on you tight. he doesn’t hesitate to start using your thighs, pounding into them without abandon, leaking precum all down them, a puddle starting to form on your lower stomach where your shirt lifted.

you could feel yourself also getting turned-on, soobin’s thick cock sliding against you every time he pushes in, your wetness adding onto the slickness. you dip a finger into the precum resting on your tummy and bring it up to your mouth, tapping soobin so he opens his eyes and watch every movement.

you suck the finger into your mouth with a moan, watching as soobin falters, his hips stuttering a bit before he finds his rhythm again.

“oh fuck,” he moans, slamming his cock into your thighs now. you knew he wouldn’t last long, his second orgasm likely building. he looks totally blissed out, his eyes glossy, cheeks red, forehead and neck sweaty and his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth.

“i- fuck can i c-cum?” he cries, fresh tears in his eyes. “please?” he adds when you squeeze yourself around him harder, throwing his head back in pleasure with a choked moan.

“mm, should i let you cum?” you ask out loud, more to yourself than to soobin. he whines, gripping on your thighs as he drives into you.

“yes, yes please. i’ll be a good boy ~ i won’t touch or cum without your permission again.” he babbles, crying and begging for you to finally reach his climax, body quivering to hold himself back.

“you won’t?” you ask, just to be a tease.

soobin wildly shakes his head, “i- i won’t, i promise. just- please…” he pleas, moaning loudly through his words.

“then cum for me baby ~ ” you purr. soobin stills before he starts to shake, shouting when he cums all over your stomach, bucking his hips through your thighs. hot tears run down his face as he orgasm wracks through him.

your praise him, “good boy” and “good job” being said as you let him come down from his high.

his chest heaves as he removes his cock from between you, hissing as his tip drags against them. although gross, he can’t help but to flop down on top of you with a moan. nuzzling his head into your neck and his hands coming around your waist tightly.

you run your fingers through his hair with one hand and wipe tears from his face with the other, soobin sighing contentedly and his eyes drifting shut. he could almost fall asleep like this. he thinks he is falling asleep like th-

“soobin, i love you, you know that. but i will not fall asleep with cum and sweat all over me.” you say, interrupting his descent into sleep.

soobin laughs, but gets up when you give him a gently smack on the head, laughing louder.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[imistyou2]

You look so good next to me. c.sb

pairing: younger otaku!soobin x noona!reader

summary- Soobin wants to know why you won't take it a step further when he looks so good right next to you(or underneath you), so he invited you over to his place.

warnings: perv!soobin, nicknames, otaku!soobin (he loves anime and kpop so cute), kinda virgin!soobin, tit sucking, cum play and cum eating(if you squint), subby sub soobie he's so cute man, soobin has a big dick bwk, flavoured condoms because wrap it before you tap it, soobin crying a lot, playing with his Gojo Satoru figure(a lil nasty), ummm sex?? yeah they smexx, shiver me timbers!!

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This is Part 2 but you can read it as a stand-alone

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Your lips smacked together as you pulled away from Soobin's heaving stature. His eyes gently opened, finding yours. Chest rising in falling, touching yours. He could see the shine of saliva on your lips, the same on his. A part of his heart flutters whenever he sees himself on you. His mouth stayed agape, waiting for you to say something, but you just gave a cordial smile before saying the usual, "Okay, that's good enough. See you later, Soob."

"You're stopping it so soon..."

His round eyes look down at your smaller figure, lips slanting into an oh-so-familiar pout: his usual demeanor when you halted these makeout sessions. Your hand twitches slightly, wanting to caress his face and wipe that pout off, but you don't. Instead, you feign a nonchalant shrug before waving him goodbye.

Ever since that fateful night of Seven Minutes in Heaven(which were definitely not seven minutes), you seemed to have found interest in Soobin's company, indulging in a kiss or two and even some tongue tango if he played his cards right- that meaning him being an obedient good boy.

Soobin didn't seem to mind you fondling him every now and then, in fact, the thought he leveled up a notch when you didn't kill him after he pushed himself on you that drinking night. He was ecstatic to know you wanted to continue something with him. Yet, the whispers in the crowds tainted his mind. Yes, you were very popular, he knew it, and everyone knew it. With this popularity came the endless line of men (mostly douchebags, Soobin likes to think) who string behind you like desperate puppies, waiting for attention. They want to kiss you, they want to sleep with you, they want you.

He doesn't understand why a woman like you, who can probably get any guy she wants at the brink of her feet, wants him. Boring ol' Choi Soobin. And if you do want him, which seems evident enough, why do your hands linger a few moments on his chest before pulling your lips back and creating an arm-long distance between the two of you?

He knows how it goes, pretty girls like you make out and then you elude to wanting sex. So why exactly are you not following through?

The familiar shadow of what if lurks in. He is a man who recognizes his characteristics and is very capable of believing that you are simply too good for him.

Is that why you don't want to make love with him? Soobin wonders if you even call it making love, is there any love in there? It's just all meaningless sex to you, he thinks. In his twisted sense of reality, Soobin still wants you to have sex with him- even if it will mean a lot more to him than it will ever to you.

Which is why Soobin now finds himself shoving some food wrappers into the trashbin in his room. He is not a particularly dirty man (at least his room isn't) but he prays that it is clean enough for your liking. His heart thumps lowly, excitement trudging at the edge- he has never brought a girl over to his shared apartment with Beomgyu

He clicks his phone open, fingers tracing the Kakaotalk app to see if you've messaged him about your arrival, instead, he receives messages from his roommate.

Gyutari_beom hyung whens noona coming, imma be back late so that I don't hear all that nasty work🤞 Gojoluvr300 Man stfu, wdym nasty work?? Also idk when she's coming tbh... she just nodded when I invited her over...she should be here? What if she was just kidding and she never shows up? Gyutari_beom chill soobin hyung, always overthinking smh🤦🏻 Also saw noona and jia noona in the cafeteria today, they were talking something about "what a guy would like on her" a sign perchance🍀‼️ Gojoluvr300 man fr? i hope so... Gyutari_beom anyway use protection stay sexy!!! Gojoluvr300 ??? i'm a child of god.

The sound of the doorbell ringing alerted him, his head rising up from his phone screen. He rushed to open the door and there you were. Your stance was lax, fleeting tapping on the faux grass doormat, a little impatient but Soobin never minded.

You had a mini jean skirt and as Soobin's gaze steered above he saw the top you were wearing, a baby pink long-sleeve with a sweetheart collar. His vision lingered there, two small pebbles of indentations poking through the thin material of your top. He gulped, eyes flickering away to the side.

"So will you invite me in or we're gonna chit chat in the doorway, Binnie? It's freezing out here!"

"I-yeah, sorry, come in please." You tilt your head knowingly as you bend down to take your furry boots off. Your eyes never leave him as your fingers fiddle with the boots before pushing them off. Your cleavage is out for display, he can see the dip of your breasts, pink fabric covering right before it reveals a little too much. You did not seem to mind Soobin's eyes on you, smiling from his boyish reaction.

"A-are you cold? Do you want a jacket?"

"Hm, you tell me. Do you want me to wear a jacket?"

"I-...If you're chilly..."

"Well, we have plenty of time to warm me up, don't we?"

"Yes!", he yells back a little too enthusiastically, earning a chuckle from you. He's been keeping track of what makes you laugh these days, trying his best to yield one out of you- a little secret treat only he knows about.

Without waiting for the tall man to lead the way, you trace your fingers on the wall as you begin looking around his apartment. A very simple apartment, nothing too crazy, just like how you had expected. A big couch, a TV, a PS5 lying casually on the center table. As you enter his room, your head tilts in ponder.

You look back up at him, "Didn't know you liked anime." gesturing to the wall littered with various posters, from shounen to shoujo anime. You even spot a few K-pop group albums cluttered on his bookshelf, lying next to the many mangas and anime figurines.

"Y-yeah.. D-do you? I mean it's cool if you don't like it. Should I take these off?"

"I like anime too."

"WHAT?!- I mean oh wow that is very interesting, Noona."

"Aw Soobie, you big goof. You're such a geek, you know?"

"No I'm not! I just really happen to like something, I don't think that's wrong, I also like Kara a lot. Noona do you know about Kara? it's a girl group and they debuted with a song called 'Break It'-"

You grab a Gojo Satoru figurine from the nearby shelf, Soobin nearly shrieks but you give him a hard eye. The head of the figurine is jabbed into the centre of his chest. "Ah, Noona what're you..?"

"Keep talking, tell me about your nerdy shit, go on. You're such a talker, aren't you? Go on then."

The white-haired figurine sends small sharp jabs as it gets dragged down from the top of his chest, being swirled around his clothed nipples. Soobin's breathing deepens, the figure in your hand twisting his plain white T-shirt, bunching it up, leaving his waist exposed. "M-m-my bias is G-gyuri from t-the group, she had blond-d-de hair and and and nghh... Noona.."

Your eyes darken upon seeing free skin, soft and white, the abs you have grown familiar to touch as you please. "Hm? You like this Gyuri girl? huh? She's pretty? Is she?"

"Y-yes..", he stutters over his words before understanding your salty expression, "You're prettiest to me Noona...yes, you you you!!"

You smile coyly, Soobin knew what you wanted to hear and he'd say every word of it so that you kept playing with him. "And I like this anime... It's called Jujutsu Kaisen.. ugh! Noona f-fuck!"

The point plastic head hits his clothed crotch, moving in circles as you feel the area growing bigger and bigger. Your lips salivate from the very thought of his cock. "Yeah? You freak. Having a literal plastic toy pleasure you?"

"Ngh- yeah, I'm a freak, Noona. I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Oh? So he was into this name-calling as much as you were? You push him onto the bed, not before carefully putting the figurine back on the shelf. There laid Soobin, abs clenching as his mouth parted, bunny teeth out on display. His bedsheet was filled with cartoon characters, strongly contrasting with Soobin's red, erotic expression. You got on all fours, inching closer to him like a predator does its prey. Your hips bounce as you pounce on him, his bigger frame being covered only halfway by your body. He groans, rolling his eyes back before licking his lips. You sit on his lap as he remains lying on the bed, pretty eyes searching for what to do next.

You take his arms in one hand, holding it down between your parted legs, and you begin straddling him. "You like that Soobie? My binnie? Oh yeah, look at you, squirming when I've barely touched you."

"Noona you get me so hard, oh-oh~ shit I'll do anything you tell me to just keep going like that you're so perfect, Noona."

Before he knows it, his pants are coming off and so are his boxers. He thinks you're a little faster than you usually go but of course, he doesn't mind. His bare cock springs out, half hard yet still packing in the length of seven and a half inches. You cannot help but wish to see it fully hard again.

The red tip of his cock is shiny, glistening with watery precum that touches his abdomen. You bring your legs around his waist again, sitting right on top of his cock, your clothed pussy touching his warm skin. The jean skirt rides up to the top of your thighs, exposing the thong you are wearing. Soobin tries his earnest to lift his head up to catch a peek but your hands put him down, positioning yourself to be sturdy on him.

You keep rocking your hips back and forth causing him to release muffled moans, like he is trying to stop himself from fully giving into you just yet. Soobin can see the large expanse of your breasts as they jiggle with your moving hips. Your nipples are completely hard now and strain tightly against the thin cloth. They are so round and soft and he just wants to reach out and grab one, though he won't do it.

He knows the repercussions for touching you without your permission.

Your pace increases, biting your lips as you await for his climax to emerge but you stopped by a whining Soobin. "Ngh, no. NO! p-please I wanna take it slow...Noona. Don't wanna cum like this again."

You raise your brows, hips slowing down but they still rock against his hard cock, "Hm? What do you want then?"

He gulps, pursing his lips, and looking to the side, you make out a faint glow of red- something you always loved seeing on his face. "Wanna cum somewhere else...you know.."

"My tits? Sure. You look cute today so I might just let you."

"I mean, somewhere else!"

You look at him deadpanned, what the hell was this kid talking about?

"Ugh, god, inside, Noona. Inside! Inside you."

Your mouth opens agape, this is new. Soobin had never mentioned in the last month of your guys' kindling that he wanted to do anything beyond making out. You had always assumed the poor guy was a virgin, people like him tend to cherish their first time. Why would he want to do it with you? You guys are not even dating.

Your movements come to a halt, a serious expression on your face. "Aren't ya a virgin? Listen I don't wanna be responsible for being too much on you or giving you a bad time, alright?"

"But I wanna do it with you Noona! and...I'm not a virgin! I've had sex before." Your eyes narrow, he continues. "In sophomore of high school...with a girl who was my lab partner."

Pfft. Sophomore year? in HIGHSCHOOL? this man was practically a virgin. Images of Soobin fucking a faceless girl crashes in your mind, you cannot explain why but it leaves a bitter taste. Something about it is just not right, something about Soobin with anyone else is not right- even though it was years before you two had even met.

A scowl forms on your face before you even know it.

"You really wanna do it with me, Soobie?"

"Yes, just you." Oh wow. A sense of nervousness settles in, something you have not experienced with your previous sexual partners. Your body grows warm, lust filling in your desire. Fuck, if Soobin wanted you, who were you to stop him?

You get off of him, taking his hands in yours, pulling him to sit right up. You guide his hands to the hem of your top, he takes the cue and starts slowly pulling it off of you. The fabric brushes against your hard nipples. "Ah~ fuck. Good boy, always so eager."

Encouraged, Soobin takes it off, revealing your free breasts, they bounce a little as the top comes off. His neck moves forward, almost giving into his desires but he pauses, looking up at you. His mouth is parted open, pink tongue waiting to dart out. "Suck."

Your fingers interlace with his black hair, and you push him into the valley of your breasts. The soft fat cushions his face, Soobin would die here if he could. He begins kitten-licking the sides of your breasts before latching onto one nipple. The big black pupils of his stare back at you as he continues sucking. You make sure to notice this subtle change of making eye contact with you, previously it was only you doing the staring.

He's a fast learner, you think and smile. His sucking becomes harsher, desperate even and you see his hips mindlessly thrusting into mid-air.

"Fuck, baby, doing so good. You like sucking my tit's, yeah? fffuckkk. What a nice geek you are, Binnie."

As if agreeing with you, his head nods up and down while he continues his mouthwork. His hands roam around your body, pressing and pulling your skin. His hands reach the side of your hips, his fingers gingerly tracing the stretchmarks scattered on your skin

Your brows furrow, no guy has ever done this. Usually, they avoid it, focusing on your other assets. Your heart beats faster, and Soobin's hand kneads into your soft flesh.

His lips leave with a pop sound, two strings of saliva attached from your hard nipples to his shiny lips. "Was it good, Noona?"

You pat his head, scratching the nape of his neck as he closes his eyes, leaning his head onto your chest. "Really good. Almost too good. What other girl's tits have you been sucking, huh?"

"No, I would never. I never have, I've only done it with you.."

"So you've fucked another girl but only sucked my tits..not even fair.''

He looks down in shame," Let me make you feel good down there too, Noona", he suggests.

"Hm. Maybe another time." Another time, there will an another time? Soobin giddies up in excitement. He looks at you expectantly on what to do next.

"Where do you keep your condoms? Actually, scratch that. Do you even have condoms?"

"I do...they're kinda old though. Yeonjun hyung gave it to me as a birthday gift." You snort, of course, he did.

"Get 'em." He's on his feet, walking around his room to his desk drawer. He pulls out a cute pink box, takes a packet in hand, and hands it over to you. You flip the packet around, "Strawberry-flavoured condoms? seriously?"

"This is all I have...Do you want me to go to the pharmacy real quick and get a normal box?"

"Oh, Choi Soobin, today must be your lucky day because I have to like strawberry-flavoured things." You wink at him. He smiles back before getting on the bed. You get on your knees, stocking his cock a few times to get it hard again. Unsurprisingly, it's flaccidity is gone in no time, the hard cock stretching in your hand as you look at it with hunger. You have half a mind to stick it in your mouth and fuck him just like that but you resist.

You put the condom on with ease and he can't help but wonder how many guys you've done this with in the past. But, he won't ask now, he knows better than to start something that will ultimately upset him.

For the second time that day, you push him onto his bed. His cock stands erect. You slide your thong to the side, holding his cock to your entrance. It's so big, you have a hard time tapping it right wear your juices are. "Noona if you're not too wet, it can hurt...I don't want you to get hurt."

"Silly boy, look me, hm? You think I'm not wet enough?" Two pointy fingers dart inside you, coming out with a wet plop, when you part the fingers a thick translucent liquid strings out. Soobin feels himself get even harder. You were so hot, the thong slid to the side, a sheen on your pussy as you put it to display for him. Your fingers are placed on either side of your entrance before you part your folds.

"Shit, Noona you look so sexy, fuck Noona wanna taste you so badly. I'll be good I promise."

You quickly prod the two fingers into his mouth, fucking into his tongue, mixing it with his saliva. His tongue eagerly sucks your fingers. Soobin doesn't care that your pointy nails hurt a little down his throat, he just wants to taste you and submit to you.

As your fingers work in his mouth, you finally sit back down on him, and his cock enters you. It is definitely quite a stretch, making you arch your back. Your tits jiggle as your free hand presses down on his chest for balance. You get back up, much to his dismay before harshly sitting right onto his cock, the whole delicious length entering you with a swift motion. "AH! ugh fuck yes, so big so big, shit, Soobie, you big freak. Should've fucked you much sooner."

His cock brings a slightly uncomfortable stretch, something you are not used to but shamelessly find hot. There is a burn in your lower stomach from his length but it fills you in perfectly. You begin moving slowly, keeping in mind not to overwhelm the younger boy. You can hear his erotic moans, whimpering stretching into broken cries as you increase your pace.

Your tits bounce wildly as you keep fucking on top of him, you bring a hand to his hair, pulling on it. The harsh tugging gets him to moan even more. His needy voice ricochets off the walls, you can hear him all around you and it has never felt any better. Your pussy engulfs with a type of warmth Soobin has long forgotten the feeling of, it's addicting even. It's so warm and gummy and soft- Soobin would religiously make love to you every day if he could.

"Your pussy's so perfect, Noona. I love it, I love it. I love making love with you." You internally flinch a little with his choice of words. Is that what it was to him, making love? Your body grows even warmer with his words. He gets up, hand on your hips and he begins slowly fucking into you, amidst you bouncing on him yourself. With your permission, his mouth lands on your tits again, he'll get scolded by you later. For now, he just wants his Noona to feel as good as he is.

The entire world seems to have paused, Soobin doesn't care if his neighbours hear him, he has tunnel vision when it comes to you. He can only and only think of your beautiful face and how crazy good you're making him feel.

It is only a few minutes later that his hips begin to stutter and you know he is finally going to cum, you fasten your pace further, sending him into an overdrive. With his own sloppy thrusts, he climaxes, cumming hard. "Agh~ Noona, Noona, Noona. I l-l-ove y-y- it. I love it." tears begin rolling down violently from his eyes, falling on your neck and chest.

"Yes, yes yes. So good for me. What a nice cock, fucking into me so good. My beautiful boy."

Fat tears stain his pale face, and without thinking much you start wiping them off. You kiss the sides of his face, from his jaw to his cheekbones to his nose and finally land on his lips. The kiss tastes salty and you feel more connected to him.

He pants, trying to calm his beating heart. You both stay there for a couple of minutes. His head falls on your shoulder, and you feel the sweat on his forehead and his long lashes tickling you, they were also a little wet from the crying.

Slowly, you get off of him, taking his now flaccid penis out of you. He hisses a little, the sensation being a bit too much. You get a sudden wave of horniness from his expression: fucked out, teary-eyed.

You peel the condom off of him. "Noona, I'll discard it myself, please give it to me."

"Hold on, I wanna try something."

You take his whole cock, flaccid as it is into your mouth. The tinge of strawberry with his salty cum mix together, forming an interesting flavour(you won't mind trying this again)

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm sensitive, please."

"I wasn't lying when I said I liked strawberry flavour." You lick his cock dry from all the cum. And if that wasn't enough, you put a hand around his neck, pulling him on top of you as you guys begin kissing again. The kiss is messy but slow, Soobin tries to put his tongue inside of yours but you're faster, entering your tongue in his mouth instead.

You finally pull away, giving a last-ending smooch on his lips before sitting up. "I better get going now. Where is your bathroom?"

Soobin stays quiet for a few beats before pointing towards his door. "It's right outside the door." His eyes are downcast and even though you take notice of it, you don't say anything. You are back roughly ten minutes later, your clothes on, they have small stains here and there and you hope that no one notices them on your commute back home. You see Soobin unfolding a thick duvet, his bedsheets have also been changed. Quick and efficient? He seems to be a clean man, you observe. His face looks clean now, hair a little wet from washing it.

"Okay so, I'll see myself out then. Catch you later, Soobin." You bite your lips as you look away from him, hands holding each other in awkwardness. It was usually so easy for you to leave after a hookup but it just didn't feel right to get out right away. Nonetheless, you persisted. You do not wait for Soobin's response, turning around to his hallway.

"Wait-! Um, your clothes...they're dirty."

"Yeah, and who's fault is that genius? I'll be fine it's a bus ride home anyway."

"Let me...just lemme give you a change of clothes at least?"

You stay quiet. "Please. Don't want others to see you like that, Noona."

"Sure, I guess."

You sit on the edge of his bed, looking around his room again. You've known changed into a pair of Soobin's clothes: A black T-shirt and some shorts. They fit really big on you but the material is comfortable, it makes you feel warm. Soobin insisted on making you something hot to drink since going out in Winter right after 'copulating' is bad for the body (his words not yours.)

"Why is he doing all of this extra shit?", you ponder internally.

you hear his footsteps come closer, the drink is probably made. After you drink this, you'll go, you won't stay...

"Here you go, Noona. I know you don't like your drinks to be too sweet so I added less honey." You smile and take it from him.

"I-i just happened to remember your usual drink orders, nothing much..haha."

Your nose crinkles as you release a hearty laugh. "You cute little thing, Soobie."

"Um..actually, can you just stay? Like it's really cold outside and It'll probably start snowing soon, you know.. just stay back."

"I-um. Yeah, no. I should probably go."

"I'm serious, Noona. I want you to stay. Please? My duvet is really warm trust me. Like it feels sooooo good." he stretches his hand to emphasize the degree of "good" his duvet feels. You can't help but smile at his adorable expression. He looks so serious yet so cute.

He sets the drink from your hand onto his desk. Without saying anything he drapes you with the thick duvet, it has the same white-haired character from before. He was not lying when he said the duvet was warm, it was fluffy even. He climbs into the duvet, cold hand touching your now warm hands.

"Hey, you're cold, you know?"

"Make me warm, Noona.", he purrs out lovingly as he rests his head on your chest, your breasts acting like a cushion for him. You want to protest but give into his rather unusual charm. You pull the duvet over your head, completely covering you both. Your hand finds itself around his figure, hugging him closer. His cold hand turns warmed, your limbs tangled together. You just let yourself go, finally falling into him, his embrace.

Your mind drifts off and before you both know it sleep takes over, cradling the two love birds into the land of dreams.

An hour later Beomgyu comes in, creaking the door open slightly, eyes peaking in to see two figures fast asleep. He chuckles, not before snapping a couple of pictures on his phone. "So much for being a child of god", he mumbles before walking away.

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a/n: unedited. i'm tired. also was the smut good? I've been writing for 48 hours straight so Idk. also part 3 maybe?? who knows. @youmistme for taglist

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; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰 after hours

— cw; age gap (5ish yrs), professor soobin, student athlete reader, unbalanced power dynamics, clubbing, alcohol, public/bathroom sex, intoxicated sex, top male reader, sub bottom soobin, big dick sb and reader 🙌🏾, sex toys (butt plug), blowjob (sb), protected anal (a first??), belly bulging. 5k words.

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once you noticed him in the crowd of moving bodies, you simply couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

him being choi soobin, currently a young visiting professor at your institution, having just completed his phd in sociology and education, and one your lecturers in particular. soobin’s large frame isn’t out of place among all the others. in fact, you think the number has grown since he made his way to the centre. an attention stealer.

it’s the same as when you’re sat in his lecture: he’s captivating when he talks, enticing when he moves, and irresistible all around. he brought the youthful masculine charm the department severely lacked. and, of course, all the girl students desperately latched onto the eye-candy.

he was here. at a nightclub. and not just any random nightclub, a popular gay nightclub in the city centre. it’s a delightfully pleasant surprise. your margarita burns as you finish the glass. the warm daylight filtering in through the windows of your classroom has been replaced with the cool of the moon from the warehouse's skylight. and with the transition, it seems a new side has emerged. a new side to you, at the very least.

his glasses aren’t to be found, dark hair styled up and back to reveal his forehead and eyes more clearly. his knitted jumper and slacks switched out for a blue baby tee and jeans. you can’t quite make out what it says under the strobe lights.

being completely honest, your attention is on other parts of his body. the tequila trickles into your bloodstream and you can feel your heartbeat revived in different places. he doesn’t appear to have a dancing partner — you’ve had an eye on him for a few minutes and spotted him laughing with what appeared to be a friend as they goofed around.

your own friends are also on the dance floor. your legs are taking you closer soon enough. you sway with the beat of the song as you push through the bodies, eyes locked onto your target.

what your goal is you’re not even sure of. nothing could happen, anyway — you tell yourself— you’re his student. if only a few years younger. soobin exuded ‘model faculty’ with his polite smile and gentle giant demeanour. you're sure even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t risk his budding career for some dick.

although he would give something else up for it. why else would he be surrounding himself with drunk men, more likely than not looking for sexual respite. you weren’t that much younger than him, really. around five years, if you remembered his age correctly? but a minor blip in the universe's grand scheme.

now you’re right behind him.

he moves even better up close. swaying his body, throwing his hands up in the air with the beat of the song. carefree. it’s hard to keep your wonder at bay. you’re not thinking straight as you step closer, and let your hands ghost his waist. high enough not to get you immediately elbowed in the stomach.

soobin isn’t surprised when someone sneaks up behind him. although he came with zero expectations, the young man was starting to doubt his abilities. without turning to look at the new presence, he backs up into you. your heart leaps in your chest. he was waiting for someone. for this. you bite your lip in to hide how your cheeks pull up from the feeling of your professor's soft ass against your groin. fortunately, the lights were concentrated elsewhere for the time being.

the pop song playing is punctuated with strong percussion, gifting you with the tempo you needed to move in rhythm with him. fortunately, you know the lyrics to this one and find yourself getting lost in the sensations. you would’ve hated to see someone else behind him. even now, you can feel jealous eyes on you. it only makes you pull him closer, meeting him at various points of contact where which you can feel his body moves against you.

your scent washes over him and he welcomes the new smell of your cologne. he had yet to go nose-blind to the overwhelming scent of testosterone-filled body odour. maybe you would be his ticket out of the crowd.

whatever. soobin puts an end to his overthinking. or rather, the liquor flowing through his veins does. he just wants to feel good. just wanted to dance and let loose. it’s been too long.

his runs his hands down his front sensually before they meet yours on his hip. he drags your hands up on his body; they catch his shirt on the ascend and you momentarily feel the sweat on his damp skin. you can’t focus on it, because at the same time soobin rolls his hips onto you.

damn, he moved his body so well. you would’ve never thought the shy man had it in him. but you’re learning more about him by the second. you follow along with his smooth moves without any delay, determined to not mess up.

and fumble the bag you don't. looks of intrigue and desire join the envious. soobin’s friends throw him teasing grins and immature winks. he ignores them. all he can think about is how well-oiled your tall body feels against him, lithe yet sturdy. it stirs a primal need within him. something almost foreign to him at that point.

when the next song ends, soobin spins around with a happy grin on his face. he had to know who the suave cutie was behind him.

your grip loosens. before you can duck away, you’re making direct eye-contact. he's confused at first, but then his eyes widen in recognition, straightening up like he’d been struck by lightning.

shit.

“yn??”

“h-heyy, prof.”

soobin gawks at you, not knowing where to begin. his student was just grinding on him. he was just grinding on his student, and he liked it. he wanted more. his integrity! his reputation! his future!

the crowded dance floor suddenly feels stark empty, and the multi-coloured lights stop their orchestrated twirl, replaced by a stationary, bright spotlight. focused on the two of you.

he needed to get out of sight. grabbing your wrist, soobin drags you behind him until you’re stumbling into one of the bathrooms. he waits for an explanation, with a hard look on his face that tells you: you fucked up.

you stare at your shoes, shuffling in place. he was intimidating when he wanted to be. and you were, admittedly, in the wrong, “i’m sorry i came onto you."

“no, you’re not.”

your head shoots up. it was a poor apology, but you weren't expecting him to call you out on it. because, true, you weren’t really. you’re not sorry because you’ve got jacking off material for like the next couple of years. but more sorry because you’re not sure he would’ve reciprocated if he knew who you were. not very consensual of you...

“what on earth were you thinking?” it’s like he could read your mind.

“i wasn’t. that, i apologise for. can you blame me?” soobin sees how your gaze trails his body with your reply. it reveals what instead you had in mind — his broad shoulders sloping into a small waist and slim hips. shapely legs clad in jeans and ending in stylish sneakers.

wild and wonderful.

“seeing you here threw me off a little, prof.” you continue, meeting his eyes once again. his eyelids and cheeks shimmer iridescent in the light. you couldn’t tell before, mistaking the glow for sweat in the suffocating horde. but it was deliberately placed highlight. looks like your young instructor knew how to get dolled up.

soobin felt the same; it was weird seeing you in a place like this. even though you were probably a regular. or a more regular than he was, at least.

…maybe it wasn’t so weird. after all you were attending the city's university as a student. specifically, both a promising basketball athlete and a top scholar for your class. soon to graduate, matter of fact. he's sure you've scoped the lay of the land over your time.

what was new was seeing you in something other than athletic wear. you looked good, donning a loose button down and black jeans, surprisingly more handsome than you usually did in your everyday comfort. you were dressed to impress too, that’s for certain, with your inhibitions loosened after a few shots.

the older had also been drinking. stronger stuff than usual; his friends wanted to spoil him, to celebrate the rare occasion of him crawling out his hole home. soobin would be lying if he said he wasn’t having a fun time.

“i don’t usually come out. and quit it with the prof — while we’re here. anything else.”

hook.

you tilt your head as you look at him, feeling your normal dynamic shift with the new location. and the request for less formality. you toss the bait: “yeah... i didn’t take you for the party type. does hyung work for you? instead of mr wild and wonderful?”

soobin can’t hide when his eyes sparkle in interest at your fluent english. he knew you were smart, but the casual flex takes him aback. so does realising you know exactly what the wording insinuates. he never expected it would be you picking up the hint.

he loathes to complain. of course, he pays a little more attention to you when you’re sat at your desk — attending to his words, sending messages on your device, or talking to your friend. you're enticing without meaning to be. your frequent insightful contributions made up for where you lacked in other efforts. he’d only ever seen you in the daylight. the shadows that fall on your face now bring out another side to you.

line.

the race of his heart comes back, but not in fear this time. in excitement. the professor had never entertained the idea more than a passing thought but now he’s tempted. the plug sitting between his cheeks becomes noticeable again for the first time since he put it in before leaving his home. not for any particular reason…

he shouldn’t.

“been said i can get a little crazy outside the classroom.”

oh! that’s not— soobin’s thick lips purse in shock at his words. sober thoughts?

“yeah?” a smirk appears on your face as you take a bold step forward, throwing a look around the restroom in faux enquiry. your boyish playfulness has a way of keeping him in place. “doesn’t look like we’re in the classroom right now... from what you said, this sounds like my area of expertise.”

oh, you’re good. pulling him into your dangerous game like a siren into the depths. he doesn’t even know when your hearts started thumping against each other, his hand on your arm.

“then, maybe you could teach me the ropes. show me how it goes?” comes his breathy whisper, eyes narrowed in seduction.

and sinker.

you push him into the stall furthest form the entrance and lock the door behind you. his back hits the wall with a thump and he gasps, looking at you with surprised eyes when you press into his front deliberately, strong hands back on his hips.

soobin has much more to lose than you, and you respect that. you give him time to change his mind, to slip out from underneath you and put the earlier events under lock and key. he doesn’t. a beat passes and then another. the muffled music matches the atmosphere. muted, on the verge of breaking the silence.

the door opens and upbeat chords slice through the air like a whip. a few voices dance just over the top, boisterous and joyful on the way to release. soobin surges forward and captures your lips.

you groan instantly, desire roaring inside you once again at his initiating. his hands grasp at your shoulders as you kiss him harder, licking at his lips until he lets you in. you can’t get enough as you suck on his tongue. soobin feels your fingers hook into his belt hoops and tug. your hips start to move in their own, bucking into his front.

the friction pulls a deep sigh from you onto his pretty lips, “hyung,”

his breath hitches. if soobin was somehow still on the fence about doing this, hearing you moan for him was the final push he needed. he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer, letting his hunger lead the way.

he can taste the tangy lime on your lips and can smell the faint liquor when you pull away from his lips, only to trail down to his neck. you kiss the soft skin. his smell is intoxicating too.

before you get lost in yourself, the older man warns quickly, “no marks.”

like some dirty secret. it turns you on even more. you know it does for him too. “got it,”

you press against him harder, dipping into his neck and licking the sweat off. you nibble and lick at his salty skin, rocking your hips against him in fervour. his chub hardens under your ministrations and he moans shyly by your ear.

a small creak and the dj’s booming voice fills your ear, indiscriminate and accompanied by cheers of the audience. then you’re alone again.

soobin kicks up a leg and hooks it around your waist, getting leverage to fuck into you. one of his hands drops from behind your neck to in front, urging you closer with a firm grip. can't have you thinking you're in charge here. even as you grope at his body, humping him like a dog in a rut.

the desperation sets him alight. the fire consumes you. or maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe it's the risk. you needed him. right now.

"hyung, can-can i suck you off?"

soobin's face explodes with heat at your request. he nods before he realises, biting his bottom lip. you fall to your knees even quicker, nuzzling into his bulge. he can't help as his hips flit into your face, large hands coming to rest on your head.

he doesn't push or pull you away, but you gaze up at him through your lashes. his dick swells with blood and tents his jeans. it sticks out like a sore thumb against your handsome face and exacerbates its presence. he can’t stop staring your puffy lips, mesmerised as they slick and shine with his spit.

soobin swallows, starting to shake his head as reality sets in again, fighting against the sexual demand rousing in his gut. this was too far and extremely inappropriate. one of his most sought-out students literally on their knees in a filthy stall in even sleazier settings, begging for a taste. there was no going back after this.

he shouldn’t.

"wait, you're drunk yn." your hands come to fiddle at his belt, the other rubbing his dick through his jeans. you can feel yourself salivate at the heat it exudes.

"i'm not drunk, 'm tipsy. you might not know it because of the generation gap, but there's a difference." he rolls his eyes.

“i’m not drunk either,”

“then we’re both on the same page. been thinking about this cock since the start of term. everyone wants a piece of you, hyung. i want it."

his body betrays him, cock throbbing below your palm at the confession. you grin wickedly. you finally manage to tug down his jeans and boxers enough for his length to fall out. your jaw falls slack in surprise as you take him in your hands. “fucking big, oh my god.”

soobin blushes further at your vulgarity. you kiss at his cockhead before dragging your tongue underneath to taste his arousal. your hand grasps the base as you take him into your mouth. his grip tightens.

you let your saliva build to make the entrance smooth, gazing up at your attractive professor. he stares down at you in disbelief. he twitches in your mouth and your eyes flutter shut in satisfaction, taking him deeper. soobin pulls up his shirt, exposing his chiselled stomach, to watch as his dick disappears between your thick lips.

“ohh~,” he sighs, other hand curling into a fist at the warmth of your mouth. his hips jerk like he doesn’t know whether to pull out or go further.

you can’t help but moan at the feeling. this was so hot. he was so hot. a part of you couldn't believe he was single. and you couldn’t care less about the mysterious wet spot you started to feel on your right knee.

you quickly start bobbing your head up and down, dragging broken moans from the older man. pleasure cracks down his spine as the devil on his shoulder cackles in glee. you fist the base of his dick, covering what you couldn't fit into your mouth.

“oh my— s-slow down yn, fuuck,” the lewd wetness of your mouth bounces off of your ears, his sweet moans only spurring you on. you don’t think you’ve given such enthusiastic head in your life. the taste of his salty precum trickling down your tongue is only a welcome boost for your endeavours.

you hum and soobin feels his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the vibration around his shaft, fucking into your hollow moist despite his better judgement. you can feel as your dick strains against your jeans, crying for attention but you pay it no mind.

“yeah, just like that… you’re soo good, ha-ah!” soobin’s thighs shake by your head as he falls further into bliss with every obscene slurp coming from your skilled lips, fingers curling into your hair. he’s almost forgotten where he is: lucky for him it seems right now isn’t peak time for the drunken pissers.

you push yourself closer to him in response to his praise, until you’re almost directly underneath his body, and swallow your gag reflex. if it weren’t for his jeans, you would’ve had his thighs wrapped around your head. from where you are gravity pulls soobin’s throbbing length further into your tight throat with ease, leaving no space for him to get away even with his long legs. he wouldn’t want to anyway.

the sound of you finally gagging around his thick cock, your fingers on his thigh and ass urging him deeper, is enough for him.

he releases into your mouth with a loud gasp and a whiny groan, curling over your body as pleasure racks his body. your eyes squeeze shut as his bitter cum fills your mouth and swallow rapidly, moaning endlessly around your professor’s squirting dick. the excess spills from your lips when you pull away to breathe.

the older pants above you too and his shirt drops. it sticks to his sweaty skin and is too short to hide his arousal, sparking in the barely burning light with your spit and his sperm. leaning forward again, you guzzle down his cock to slurp up the remains. he welcomes the extra attention with a lazy smile.

“shit, that was..”

“best head you’ve ever had?” your eyes shine when you look up at him lying against the wall like he had all the strength stolen from him, cheeks rosy. soobin tears his gaze from you as you run your tongue over your tempting lips, teeth appearing with your pleased grin. innocent like the both of you weren’t on the verge of a lifetime ban from the club and probably academia in general on his end.

“s’up there,”

a couple of seconds pass and he realises you still need to be taken care of. his next move is only given a second of consideration as his critical thinking cap finally gets tossed out the window — the young man had already passed the point of no return as soon as the both of you walked into the stall.

soobin spins around to face the wall and pushes his jeans down to his ankle. he bends over slightly and spreads open his cheeks, revealing to you his asshole. where a black plug sits comfortably.

your gulp is audible as you make eye-contact with the toy. but you push past your shock to reach up and grasp it, watching soobin's back flex as you poke and prod at his squishy insides.

"t-take it out," you do so instantly, greeted with the sight of his puckered rim, wet and pulsing. suddenly you were starving again. before you can dive in, after setting the plug down on the toilet tank, soobin speaks up again, "do you have a condom?"

no fucking way.

"y-yeah, yeah, i do." after rustling in your front pocket, heart thumping in your chest, you pull out a shiny rectangle.

"fuck, what are you waiting for then? put it on, get inside me," he demands. it lacks the authority his booming voice usually holds, laced with lust and a neediness that makes you dizzy.

you scramble to your feet, apparently a little too slow for his taste. the older spins around and takes it from you, ripping it open with his teeth. he drags you into a messy kiss as he unbuckles your jeans and belt with calculated yet rushed movements, betraying his intentions.

you're rock hard — and leaking buckets — in his big palm and he marvels at how he has trouble wrapping his fingers around you. were you just being generous with your compliment about his size earlier?

you're too busy moaning and huffing at his grip to notice. soobin’s barely touched you, but the fact that he's touching you (the crush of basically every sane member at your university), and rolling a condom onto your sex, excites you like nothing other. not to mention, him just having emptied his sweaty balls into your stomach.

the beauty spins around with a sultry hum, arching his ass into the curve of your cock. akin to a page out of a playboy magazine. “you’re so unbelievably sexy,”

he grins at you just as the bathroom door swings open again. you take the burst of noise to push into him. you both moan freely at the burn of the intrusion. the men in the room are loud; you think someone’s holding the door open because the sound doesn’t cease like it should. you’re thankful it doesn’t.

“fuck!”

you press him roughly into the wall and fail to keep quiet at the warm, gummy feeling of his inner walls. soobin cries out in white-hot pleasure as your hips gain a life of their own, thrusting into him. every buck shakes the older man to the core. your athletic body is solid against his backside, hands gripping at his tiny waist. god, is this how you feel? like a place he could melt into with no worries?

soobin thinks you’re cute too, as you curse and whimper under your breath in consideration of not getting caught. he thinks about how that same mouth made him feel just earlier. your stiff cock doesn’t disappoint, filling him up and stroking his swollen prostrate easily. soobin can’t deny how his body responds to your gifted touch, how his pride swells at having you so shameless for his attention. he wonders if this is how you usually acted for some dick.

your enthusiasm translates with your wandering hands as they push up his cropped shirt to reveal more of his milky skin. his abs are dense under your touch, the muscles dancing below the surface. you rock your cock into him with firm circles, staring at where he consumes you with eager eyes and even eager movements — he greets you with hiccupped moans.

the thumping music doesn’t help the adrenaline sparking through his veins but it briefly hides the rippling connection of your sinful activities from the other fun-seekers. the sound cuts off and you’re left alone again. the energy doesn’t dissipate.

soobin throws his head back, fingers curling against the wall by his head when he feels you start pull him down and impale him further on your throbbing length, grunting by his ear. the way your fingers sink into his skin is strangely possessive. he shivers at the idea of you claiming him, or maybe it's the cold metal of your jeans against his bare ass, slurred whispers falling from his lips.

“fuck me, ffuck me! god, yn don't stop fucking me!”

“yeah, you like that?”

soobin nods in affirmation as you fuck the breath out of his lungs, dark hair flying up and down, eyes squeezed closed. shit, this was so bad. him getting dicked down by someone so much younger. he’s enjoying it too much. you’re having the time of your life. his sloppy hole feels like a heavenly respite to your aching needs. he massages and presses on all your right spots, like his ass was made to embrace you. like your lives were orchestrated for this moment.

you slip your fingers past soobin's open lips and thrust into his wet mouth to the rhythm of your hips. “look at me when i fuck you, sir.”

you tone is slightly condescending as you turn his head; using honorifics while he opens his ass and mouth for you like a two-piece whore.

but soobin does look at you. you feel yourself gasp as you meet his teary doe eyes from behind, eyebrows knitted in overwhelming pleasure. his pretty lips wrapped around your fingers and sucking like they were something else. a line of drool trickles down his chin from the disturbance.

a moan falls from your lips as he gazes into your eyes like a succubus with potent allure, tempting you to fall deeper into his web. his smooth walls squeeze your most sensitive areas and the pleasure crackles up your spine. you were already entrapped.

utterly irresistible. you watch his eyes flutter as you remove your fingers to instead curl them around his biceps. you pull his upper body up to rest fully against yours and his spine curves in tandem, head falling on your shoulder and opening his front up.

he can feel his hardness swing helplessly with every slap of your hips against his ass, legs starting to shake. his pliant body bounces back and forth with ease, but with the way he’s crying out, you'd think he was being pushed to the limits. it certainly felt like he was. one glance down at his stomach proved that.

“you're sho—! so deep inside—!" he can't help the hand that reaches out to caress the swelling you make in his lower abdomen, growling as it protrudes against his palm every time you bottom out. somehow you catch onto his words and do the same. too smart for your own good.

burning satisfaction envelopes your frame at the feeling of your cockhead poking away inside your professor's stomach, twitching uncontrollably inside him with an airy moan. sweat drips down your arms and legs. you were about to explode.

"hyung 'm close, uhmnn ah, c-can i?"

"y-yes," comes his breathless reply. your hand slips down to wrap around his cock and pumps roughly. that's enough to push soobin over the edge again, clamping down and pulsing around your hard cock with a wail.

the cord snaps inside of you too as you trap him against the wall with your strength. his taut ass grips you so tight in place as you fall into ecstasy, you can't keep your noises to yourself, moaning shamelessly when the feeling of fiery-hot pleasure spreads down to your fingers and toes.

your hand pumping his cock doesn't let up and soobin's eyes white out. he writhes against your body as you fill him up and send him spiralling into the depths of peak pleasure with hushed encouragement. each squeeze of his balls reflects in his stomach and rim, barely able to contain the cream you dump in his ass.

"shit," you heave and fall backwards after you regain some sense, your upper back resting against the other side of the stall. the air is stuffy. stuffier than it was before, anyway. euphoria ripples across your nerves as it melts away, leaving a satisfying ache in your muscles.

your eyes trail your eyes over soobin’s bent over form in front of you: the back of his head, down the dark patch along the curves of his shirt where it collected his exertion, down to where his rosy ass cradles your throbbing dick.

your cum seeps from the base of the condom, and you briefly wonder if it ripped inside him. not much time to think, because his pale ass slowly sinks down again until the soft flesh sits flush against your pelvis, drawing a sigh from both of you. you glance back up at your professor's side profile at his actions. his eyes are closed in contentment. you did that.

your palm lands on his ass and rub the smooth flesh before you reluctantly pull out. he slumps further, shiny puckered rim pulsating at the loss of something holding him open. you bite your lip at the indecent picture. then, you remember the plug perched above the toilet and slide it back in tentatively. with no complaint, soobin lets you pull up his jeans and boxers.

"...thanks. needed that,"

"don't thank me. thank you. i'm gonna be thinking about this forever." he turns around to face you as you convey your gratitude(?), but his handsome, flushed face disappears out of sight when he falls to his knees and tears off the condom.

"what are you— o-ohh," soobin swallows your softening length. seems like he wanted to return the favour. his mouth is so warm and wet as he licks up your creamy fluid, you flinch from the overstimulation. "ha-aa,"

he slides off with a pop of his lips, looking up at you as he tucks you back into your clothes. when he rises to his feet he regards your messy appearance, face bright in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"just make sure to keep those thoughts to yourself, got it?"

this could not get out.

"not even you?" you move closer and rest a palm on his lower back, oddly happy to be able to see his face again. he's so fucking pretty. it would be such a pity if this was the last time you felt him. you know he feels the same…

"could keep it between us instead. i have a couple more things i think i could teach you, prof."

©2025 loveabunbun. all rights reserved.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

The ‘bad’ kind of desire

pairing: soobin x reader

synopsis: you can't touch him, because he's too innocent, too sweet. but god you wish you could.

warnings: implied fem reader (can't remember if it's outright said), dom reader, sub soobin, masturbation, fingering, lowkey corruption kink, mentioned mommy kink, think that's really it

a/n: the first portion of this fic has been in my drafts since roughly july last year and was in my notes app for a few months - at least - longer than that so don't even ask me how old this really is, but at least it's out!!😭

“Am I bad person?”

Beomgyu scoffs, looking at you with eyebrows raised. He nearly laughs at the ridiculous statement coming from your mouth.

"What?"

And that makes him lose it, unable to even hold it back as he barks out a laugh, looking at you as if you've grown a second head. 

It’s a hard thing to fathom coming from you given that you’ve definitely never had any qualms about your morality when it comes to this kind of stuff. “Really? You’re asking me that?”

His best friend sits across the room, oblivious to the conversation, his headphones pulled over his ears, the game he’s playing flashing on the computer screen in front of him.

Soobin.

Sweet sweet Soobin, messy blonde hair left unbrushed, pajamas still on, not bothering to change as this was all he was planning to do all day.

Sweet Soobin who you can’t help but want to play with. 

Who you can’t help but imagine how pretty he’d look with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not fucking around Gyu-am I a bad person?"

You groan and flop over on the couch, rolling over to rest your head in Beomgyu’s lap, looking up at him with a comically-in his opinion-concerned expression. 

He gives you nothing but an exaggerated eye-roll. "Don't even start."

“But aren’t I?” You look again at the boy across the room, wondering why, why he had to be so stupidly adorable. His lips were twisted into a small pout and why it was so fucking cute.

Why? You wondered, feeling like this was all you were doing nowadays.

Beomgyu resists the urge to roll his eyes at you for the second time in a row, now at the way that you look at his best friend like some kind of lovesick fool, especially considering that all you really wanted was get into his pants. It didn’t really make sense, but hey, who was he to judge? 

“Why? Just because you want to rock his shit? Step on him and make him cry? That makes you question your morality? Out of everything that you've done?”

You gasp, slapping his chest. “He’s right there.” You hiss, not exactly denying the words.

He ignores that, shoving you off of him. He knows as well as you do that those headphones are the expensive noise cancelling ones that he'd gotten from you last Christmas. He barely hear himself yelling at his online teammates much less your hushed conversation.

You look at him as if you want to take him out on a nice picnic date and let him lay his head in your lap while playing with his hair pointing at clouds. Which Beomgyu couldn’t really see in any world, you were never really the type. 

But who knows? Maybe you were really just that eager for his dick at this point-or the more probable scenario-have him on your dick, that it broke something inside you.

“Why’re you so concerned now? Not like you had any issues with Yeonjun or Taehyun. Hell, you kept up everyone else in the dorms,” His voice goes higher as he attempts to poorly mock his roommates. “‘Y/N, more~’ ‘please, I need it-need y-‘“

“Shut the hell up.” You spit, quickly covering his mouth with your hand while your eyes flicker once more to him, still staring intently at his game.

Really, why were you so concerned now? 

Beomgyu was right. You’d had no problem doing the same to them, to Tae and Yeonjun, but they were different-he was different. 

Soobin was different than any of them. They were the product of having fun with someone you knew like the back of your hand and vice versa. Simply satisfying-albeit unimportant-a matter of getting your rocks off with people you knew could find your clit and would let you hit it from the back.

Soobin was Soobin though. The sweet boy who looked at you with the most innocent smile. 

Who got all blushy and embarrassed when you so much as lightly and non-vulgarly flirted with him.

He’d squeak and duck his head away when you called him bunny - again, non-vulgarly, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing and it turned him on-just a little bit.

In other words, painfully obviously, it was clear.

“He’s a virgin!” You hiss, hand still clamped over his mouth despite his garbled reply. You know just as well as Beomgyu knows how bitchless his friend is. Despite the fact that offers for him were nearly endless he was too shy, too awkward to accept said advances. “-I can’t take that away from him, it needs to be special, it needs-“

Your hand, still over his mouth is touched by something warm and wet and you shriek, pulling away quickly with a look of disgusted horror. “Are you serious right now?”

“Fight me bitch, I will not hesitate.” He growls, looking triumphant with the fact that you’ve now backed up to the edge of the couch.

You roll your eyes at him, looking once again at Soobin.

Fuck, why does he have to be so adorably innocent?

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, wiping at his mouth. "Just trust me, he'd be happy to be used by you. He might be a virgin, but he's nowhere near innocent."

"And what do you mean by that?" You sit against the arm of the couch, wiping Beomgyu's saliva onto the cushions.

He lets out a dry laugh, glancing back at Soobin before reaching for the previously forgotten remote control. "It means he wouldn't be as freaked as you think he would be if he found your sex toy collection."

—-

You suppose Soobin had always been special in some sort of way.

Always there over the span of time that you'd known all of them. Sitting off to the side while you hung out with the others. In his own room while you were fucking around with his other roommates. Playing his game while you were hanging out with Gyu.

He'd caught your eye more than once or twice, or three times over the years.

He was hot. You'd never discount that. Hot in the loser-y, adorable, cute, corruptible kind of way.

But then again, that kind of was your type if you thought about it.

You'd never been particularly close with him like you'd been with the others. He'd never made much effort to hang out with you but he was there when all the others were, if not one-on-one.

And he got really, really embarrassed when you tried to flirt with him like you did the others.

You didn't mind much, you'd just come under the impression that he was kind of scared of women. Which was also kind of cute.

But Beomgyu was right when he'd said that you'd never cared much about morals in the first place.

It didn't matter how close of friends or if they were a virgin or whatever other silly things that made things like that 'trivial'.

Life was too short to pretend you didn't feel things and besides. Sometimes, you really, just...didn't care.

And it wasn't personal, when you wanted someone, you would pursue it and if there was now friend groups you'd single handedly broken up, well they'd clearly made it personal themselves because you always made it very clear that there was no feelings involved.

Besides the raw, hot tension that made your skin tingle like your nerves were livewire.

Soobin was different though, special.

You felt bad for wanting him. For wanting to dirty him up.

He was something pure, something beyond and above you, perhaps and that was something you weren't willing to ruin, no matter what Beomgyu told you.

—-

"Fuck," he panted, "please,"

The room was dark, the light of his laptop being the only thing illuminating his face.

"Please,"

Sounds filled his ears through the crappy pair he'd owned for years, refusing to get wireless ones.

"Please."

"Bet you fucking like that, don't you?" The voice, only a few octaves higher than your own, still sent shivers down his spine.

Close enough.

"You're a such a dirty slut, you know?"

He whined into his sleeve, a sweater paw pressed over his mouth to keep the moans at bay. "I'm sorry, no, no please I'm sorry~" It wasn't doing a very good job muffling his voice though.

"I need it~"

The video seemed to respond to his desperate pleas. "If you need it so fucking bad then you'll be a good boy and wait for mommy's permission. You hear me?"

Or maybe he'd just watched this video so many times he'd memorized all of the male counterpart's lines. "Yes mommy," he panted, "I'll be good, I-I'll wait for your permission!"

He wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.

He couldn't, as much as he prided himself on being a good boy. This time he knew he wouldn't even make it through the seven minute and thirty-two second video.

Not with you in the next room.

He couldn't tell if you were with Yeonjun or Taehyun. It didn't really matter either way.

Because he would only focus on you.

You weren't loud, having endured enough of Beomgyu's teasing and gripes about your sexual habits. He decided he hated Beomgyu for that.

But he could hear your pants through the paper-thin walls, heavy and followed by your quiet praises. "Sweet boy," you cooed, just as the porn on his laptop continued, "Naughty boy, such a messy little-" He ripped the earbuds out mid-sentence.

He wanted to hear you.

Not some substitute for the real thing.

He could imagine if you walked it on him right now.

Laying spread out on his bed, pants not even all the way off-just messily pulled below his hips, just enough for his dick to breathe properly and for his hand to easily slide up and down with the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Fucking please." He moaned, quiet and needy.

You'd see him a mess, his soaked through sleeves catching the drool from his lips, teeth biting into the soft fabric to keep from crying out too loud.

You'd see him shamelessly fucking up into his fist, calling out pleas with no one there to hear him.

"C'mon baby, you can take it, take it all for me." Your voice was accompanied by the wet sounds of what, Soobin wasn't completely sure but his mind quickly conjured a few different theories. "That's it, a little more~"

Fuck him, he wished you were speaking to him.

Cockwarming him, your pussy wrapped around his dick, warm and wet and squeezing around him so good. Fluttering kisses over his face and throat as you teased along the length of him, slowly lifting up just to agonizingly sink back down onto him, clenching tight while he moaned into a kiss.

Or stroking him to another orgasm, making him cum again and again until his body was shaking and tears streaming down his cheeks. Telling him he could take more, do it one more time, for you. Because whatever pain you'd inflict would be worth it, after all it was your hands doing the damage.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this, just makes me wanna fucking wreck you. Turn you into a mindless whore on my dick."

Fuck, so that was what it was.

His mind managed to come up with one more picture through the haze.

You'd have his wrists pinned over his head with one hand, over him, keeping him down with a surprising amount of strength.

God, he could imagine the way you'd look at him. Maybe you'd be kind and gentle, sweet words and a sweet hand, fulfilling every one of his fantasies while calling him your sweet little bunny.

Like you were with whoever you were with on the other side of that wall.

But he doubted it. Or, he hoped not at least.

In his head you'd be meaner, crueler. Look at him with dark, hungry eyes and watch in a sadistic sort of glee when he cried, when he whined, when he begged and pleaded for more.

You'd thrust into him, hard and punishing, slowing down just to make sure that he wasn't crying from serious pain before you'd slam your hips against his, driving the tip of the toy dead into his prostate.

He'd beg you, plead you to slow down, to be nicer to him.

You'd tell him no. Tell him to be a good boy, voice patronizing and low, tell him only good boys get rewards.

God, that’s what he needed right now.

Needed you.

Your words, your touch, your scent, your presence even. You eyes on him, watching as he fell apart.

Not you fucking someone else in a different room.

Liquid heat flowed through his body, scorching and consuming every coherent thought.

"More."

He imagined it was you. Your hands all over him, pressing up against his throat, fondling his balls, purposely, maliciously ignoring where he needed to be touched most while you drove into him over and over and over until he was screaming in ecstasy.

It wasn’t enough, not nearly 

"You just love my cock, don't you angel? Love being fucked by me into a mindless whore?"

He silently cracked the lube open, lathering his fingers in it before letting them drift lower.

He'd done this before, but it had been awhile and the stretch was beyond overwhelming with your words ringing through the wall.

“You’re just a little angel, aren’t you, bunny?” And he pressed a finger inside, thrusting shallowly, breath picking up as you got louder.

"No, you're not an angel. You're a fucking whore, taking it like you were made for it, huh?" A second finger, following the first, scissoring himself open with a quiet gasp.

"Yeah? Fuck, is that it?" You laugh and he swears it's right in his ear, ringing through his head. "'m gonna make you scream for me baby,"

He whines in frustration, his fingers not deep enough - you not deep enough inside of him. No, he needs it deeper, harder.

More.

"Get on top of me baby, ride me," you mutter, so far but so close.

He can imagine, as he settles on his knees, that the pillow he straddles is you. That his legs are around your hips. That his fingers, positioning on the bed under him is your dick and your hands are pressing against his hips, holding him in place.

"You're mine, you hear that? Mine. My perfect little slut, taking my cock like a pretty little slut." His body trembles, eyes rolling back as he slowly sinks down onto three fingers.

"Your's." He moans in reply.

And finally, finally, he reaches his prostate, hitting it head on with his fingers.

Stars burst behind his eyelids as they slip shut, back arching into the intrusion. He could cry, he thinks distantly that he maybe is.

But it doesn't matter.

Because your hands are on his hips, controlling his movements, leading him the way you want him to ride your cock.

Up,

"Slut." You whisper.

and down,

"Whore." You lean up, teeth nipping at his neck but not hard enough to leave marks.

over,

"Baby," Breathing over the shell of his ear.

and over,

"Good boy~" Teasingly biting at his earlobe.

harder,

"Bunny," Kissing along his jaw.

faster,

"Mine." Across his cheek.

deeper.

Just barely there, ghosting across his lips-

"-Cum for me baby,"

And he does. With his mouth hung open, drool covered sleeve long forgotten over. With his eyebrows furrowed and body curled into itself, fingers pressed against his prostate.

Ropes of cum covering his chest, and his face. Some reaching his lips and his chin, staining his skin and landing in his open mouth.

"Fuck,"

And on the other side of the wall, "Good boy,"

a/n: i was thinking about making a part two but honestly if it took me a year to find the inspiration to finish this one, i'm not sure a second one will ever come out😭

[cinnamon-won]

Focus On Me | Choi Soobin

MDNI

Words: 2.7k

Description: You tried to warn him, but Soobin was determined to make the most of their time at the pool and didn't want to face the embarrassment of peeing in the pool. You should be annoyed that he didn't listen but it wouldn't be a vacation without a little fun...

Pairing: sub!soobin x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, bladder control, omorashi, humiliation, shy soobin, slight exhibitionism, teasing, reader is a little mean +lmk if there’s more

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The sound of splashing water and laughter echoed through your ears as you lay on the deck chair, your sunglasses shielding your eyes from the burning sun. Your brother and his friends played in the water whilst you soaked in the sun rays/ However, your peace was quickly interrupted by a pair of hands picking you up from your spot. You screamed, pulling the glasses down a little to peer over them and see who it was.

"Choi Yeonjun put me down!" You yelled, smacking your brother's shoulder repeatedly.

"Gladly," he replied with a mischievous grin, dropping you into the pool with a loud splash.

You pushed yourself up to the surface, gasping for air. "I'm going to kill you!"

In response, Yeonjun stuck his tongue out at you and dived into the water beside you, completely soaking you again. You groaned, wiping the water out of your eyes and pulling your hair back.

"You can't blame me," Yeonjun said putting his hands up in defence. "Your boyfriend would not stop complaining about the fact that he was stuck with us and not you."

You looked around, suddenly feeling familiar hands around your waist.

"Here," Soobin said, passing you the sunglasses that he fished out of the pool. You thanked him with a smile, glaring at Yeonjun again almost immediately.

Yeonjun laughed, swimming away to join his other friends, leaving you alone with Soobin. You smiled, turning to face him and wrapping your arms around his neck in a close embrace.

"Did you miss me?" You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his large hands travelling over your body under the water.

"Of course I did," He said, resting his face into the crook of your neck, smelling the scent of your sun lotion before it got washed away by the chlorine water. You pulled him to the edge of the pool, his back hitting the wall as you gave him a small peck.

From that moment, you spent the rest of the day with Soobin. The two of you enjoyed the pool service, one drink after the other alongside secret kisses when Yeonjun wasn't looking. The glasses piled up on the edge of the pool, and you were ready to ask for another until Soobin stopped you.

"I think that's enough," he mumbled, not usually being the one to make the decisions.

You looked at him in surprise. "Is everything ok?" You asked.

He nodded. "We've had a lot, maybe we should give the servers a break."

Soobin cringed at his words, as the real reason bubbled under the surface. Soobin had already had several drinks with the boys before he started hanging out with you and it seemed like his bladder had finally caught up with him. He didn't want an accident so he had to stop drinking. The excuse was lame, but you believed it instantly having worked in hospitality yourself and Soobin was very grateful.

However, it didn't last very long. The summer day was hot and long so shortly after, you ordered 2 more drinks; one for yourself and one for Soobin. Reluctantly, he took the drink from the tray, saying 'cheers' with you again.

Within a few sips, Soobin felt the sudden urge to pee. He quickly set the drink down on the side of the pool. His actions made you look at him curiously and it wasn't long before you figured out the problem. Soobin was very obvious with these things; he's always had a hard time controlling his bladder, so you've already picked up on the cues that told you when he needed to go.

In this case, his hand snaked down to his trunks suddenly, in an attempt not to pee in the pool.

"Binnie, you need to go?" you asked.

"H-How did you know?" He asked, his ears turning a light shade of pink.

"Come, let's go-"

"No, I can hold it!" Soobin exclaimed, his stubbornness making you shake your head.

"Babe you're going to regret that," you tried to reason, but Soobin was adamant.

"Hey lovebirds!" the two of you turned to see Beomgyu aiming a volleyball at you.

As soon as he got your attention, he launched the ball in your direction, startling Soobin. You managed to react in time and caught the ball, glancing at Soobin and noticing the veins in his neck as he tried not to release.

"What was that for?" You yelled at Beomgyu.

"Come and play volleyball with us!" Beomgyu said. "You can't spend the entire time together y'know."

You turned to Soobin, who barely heard what Beomgyu said. "You ok to play?"

Soobin gulped and nodded, taking the ball out of your grasp with shaky hands. "Let's go."

The teams were split, three against three. You were grouped with your brother and boyfriend and Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai took the other team. The match moved smoothly, and Soobin was thankful for the distraction.

But just like you predicted, Soobin was about to regret holding.

An extremely hard serve from Taehyun had the ball speeding at Soobin and before he knew it, he was fully submerged in the water. The other team cheered since they had gained a point and Yeonjun complained about how they were cheating. Amidst the arguing, you quickly went to check on Soobin.

He coughed out the water, eyes burning from the chlorine. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it for."

"I told you we should have gone to the bathroom," you said with a sigh. "It's ok, just go in the pool. No one will know."

"They will know! Don't you remember the last time when Hyuka accidentally peed in the pool? They made fun of him for months! I am not going to let that happen to me."

"Ok well if we don't go now, You will end up doing it here anyway."

"But i don't-"

"I've got you, don't worry."

Before Soobin could ask what you meant by that, he felt your hands travel inside his trunks applying pressure to the tip of his cock. The action made Soobin gasp as his body reacted before his mind could comprehend what was happening. His hands grabbed your waist harshly pulling you close so that he could hide his face in your neck.

"You just need to take your mind off of your bladder. And don't even look at the water, just focus on me," you whispered.

Soobin tried not to listen to the sound of the splashing water, opting to hone in on the sound of your heartbeat and breathing. He tried to imagine the water wasn't there, as though it was just the two of you in a warm and dry bed.

Gently you let go of his penis and trailed your fingers back up his body, spending a couple of seconds at his nipples before moving around the back of his head. You grasped the wet tufts of hair by his neck and gave it a soft pull. Soobin whimpered, his ears turning red from embarrassment.

"Should we head back to my room?" You mumbled in his ear, pulling his head back by his hair so that you could see his face. He nodded and you smiled. "Do you think you can make it?"

Before he could answer, the two of you were splashed by a wave of water. Someone had thrown the ball at the water beside you causing a huge splash.

"Are you two about to have sex in the pool?" Taehyun asked, erupting a wave of rowdy comments.

"Seriously, I said you two could date but you don't need to do it in front of me!" Yeonjun exclaimed, pretending to shield his eyes in disgust.

"Shut up Yeonjun!" You yelled back, launching the ball at him.

You turned to Soobin, whose embarassment was evident from the rosy blush on his cheeks. "Should we go?" you asked him quietly.

Taking his hand, you pushed yourself through the pool, half swimming, half walking as you pulled Soobin along with you. You ignored the comments made by Soobin's friends as you hoisted yourself up onto the edge of the pool and waited for Soobin to do the same.

"I-I don't think..." You instantly knew what he meant. He didn't have the strength to pull himself up because all of his muscles were at work.

"You can, remember - focus on me," you said, leaning close to Soobin. His eyes darted to your cleavage, the skimpy bathing suit doing barely anything to cover you up.

With the little strength he had, he managed to pull himself up and out of the pool. You instantly pressed your body against his, kissing his shoulder as a well done.

"My room?" you asked with a tilt of your head.

"What are you planning?" He asked as he watched you bend over to pick up your towels.

You toss one to him with a wide smile. "That maybe we could skip dinner and get straight into dessert."

"Y/n!" Soobin hissed, looking around in hopes that no one heard.

"Come on Soob," You grab his hand again, and pull him along into the hotel that you guys were staying at.

You pressed the elevator button and waited. Just when Soobin thought he was going to make it, the urge to pee hit him like a truck. He pressed his thighs together and whimpered, immediately catching your attention.

Fresh tears welled up, his voice trembling. "I d-don't think I'll m-make it."

The ding of the elevator diverted your attention for a split second. Then you looked at Soobin again. "Look there's no one in there."

"I can't m-move..."

"Soobin." You said sternly. "You can stand here and wet yourself in the middle of the lobby in front of everyone or you can follow me."

Your harsh tone made Soobin's pain worse as he felt himself getting hard at the thought. This of course didn't go unnoticed by you.

You scoffed. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? I was playing nice, trying to be helpful and understanding but what you really want is someone to point out that you're about to wet yourself in front of all these people."

"Not so loud!" Soobin whined, fearful that someone close by might have heard.

"Now you're embarrassed?" You asked. "Why? because everyone can see your boner? Or because they can see you squirming and making it obvious that a grown man can't control his bladder?"

You put a hand out to stop the elevator door from closing. Then you grabbed Soobin's wrist and dragged him inside, the action making him whine. You glanced down and saw a wet trail following Soobin.

"Did you just-"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't hold it, but it's only a little! I promise I'm trying!" Soobin cried, between sniffles.

"It's ok, it's just the two of us here," you said, feeling a little bad for being so harsh when you saw his teary eyes.

You sighed and pressed the button for your floor, but before the door could close someone put their foot in the doorway. You glanced up to see Beomgyu giving you guys a wide smile.

"How are you guys still here?" He asked, surprised.

"Issue with the elevator," you promptly answered, taking Soobin's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You two should have really dried up properly, the hotel staff probably won't be thrilled about cleaning up," He said, gesturing to the puddles of 'water'.

You felt Soobin's grasp on your hand tighten at those words. Glancing up at Soobin, you almost laughed at how painfully obvious he was. His face and neck were flushed, his head bowed and the wet strands of hair grazed his teary eyes.

Soobin felt mortified that Beomgyu could catch on any second. But he couldn't stop the growing erection to the point where he couldn't tell if he needed to pee or come. The elevator journey to the 9th floor felt painfully long. He barely listened to what you and Beomgyu were chatting about, counting numbers in his head to distract himself.

The second he heard the ding of the elevator, Soobin dragged you out, making you yelp in surprise.

"Woah calm down bro," Beomgyu said, following the two of you out.

"We'll see you later," Soobin said simply, pulling you in the direction of your room, which was a couple of doors away from the other guys.

"Go easy on her, you don't want Yeonjun to beat your ass-"

Soobin hardly heard what Beomgyu said, trying to take your advice from earlier and solely focus on you to distract himself.

"Your key... where is your key?" He said between gasps, as he tried to stand up straight.

"Give me a second-"

"I don't think I'll last that long..." He mumbled, thighs pressed together in an embarrassing stance whilst you searched for your keycard. The urge to pee was growing and Soobin's strength was depleting. "Y/n please hurry- oh no..."

Those two words caught your attention, making you look up from your bag. Soobin was on his knees, hands cupping his crotch. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his shoulders shaking as he held back sobs.

You finally found the keycard and tapped it on the lock. The light turned green and you pushed open the door.

"Come on, just a few more steps Binnie," you said encouragingly, putting out your palm.

With shaky legs, Soobin got up on his own two feet again and stumbled into your room. You closed the door and led him to the bathroom. Soobin was about to make a beeline for the toilet, but you pushed him into the shower

"Why-"

"Let's be honest Soob... you were never going to get those trunks off in time and I don't have the energy to clean up that mess."

"But-"

You silenced Soobin with a few kisses, closing the gap between your bodies. Soobin squirmed under your touch, having almost no strength left. Keeping your lips attached to his nipple, you pulled his trunks down making Soobin throw his head back against the tiled walls in relief. In one swift movement, you pulled yourself away from him. Soobin gave you a quizzical glance but that face quickly contorted into one of surprise when you pressed your fingers against his lower abdomen.

Since he wasn't expecting this, Soobin couldn't control the stream of piss. All he could do was moan as he watched himself make a mess of your shower and thighs. When it looked like he was done, you finally spoke.

"Are you happy now?" You asked, your tone changing again from kind to mean. "You barely had any composure! Be thankful no one else was around! Did you think you were big and strong when you decided to hold it? You sure as hell don't look big and strong right now baby." "

"T-That wasn't meant to happen," Soobin mumbled, not having the courage to make eye contact with you. With his bladder fully empty, his boner was evident and your harsh words made him more desperate.

"I warned you, didn't I?"

"I should have listened."

"And I should just leave you here to deal with this by yourself," you said, brushing the tip of his cock with your thumb, causing him to hiss. 

"A-Are you serious?" He asked softly, too scared to even ask.

"Well, you don't really deserve special treatment... you embarrassed yourself, didn't you? And you even had the nerve to piss on me," you said, gesturing to your damp legs. Soobin's eyes darted over the mess he made and then back at his feet in shame.

"But I suppose... I could let it slide... just this once," Soobin's eyes lit up, but he said nothing, not wanting to say anything that might change your mind.

You roughly take his cock into your hands, the sudden action causing Soobin to moan loudly. You gave it a couple of strokes, taking the precum from the tip and running your fingers all the way down to the base. Soobin's thighs shook from pleasure and he made no effort to conceal his whimpers and moans.

All of a sudden, you hear fierce knocking on the door followed by Yeonjun's voice. This made Soobin panic, but you remained unphased. You continued your movements whilst Soobin tried to contain the lustful sounds with his palm.

You crouched down so that your face was level with his cock, looking up to see his expression. You smirked, knowing that Soobin was panicking because Yeonjun was still banging his fist against the door and Soobin could barely conceal the sounds he was making.

"Forget about him baby boy...

"... just focus on me." 

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Note:

I really wanted to get this out for your birthday but I had an exam that day!! (it didn't go very well) BUT HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYYY anon 💗💗 Hope you liked this!!

It also took a while because when I finally started, I had many ideas and it got too long so I had to cut off a huge chunk of it... but I can totally see a part two for this (maybe I'll write it after the other requests if anyone is interested).

[naomiarai]

sub!soobin + cum denial

you denied his begging yet again, a grin across your face as you sink back down on his cock. “binnie, you can take it can't you? you've been so bad lately after all~?” you coo at his fucked out state, tears streaming from his eyes. you start your rhythm again, grinding, bouncing on his cock so good~

“please!–too much! wan' cum” he pleads, you simply chuckle how cute you think. you grab his hands and place them on the swell of your ass. “you can fucking take it, you've done it before! it'll be pathetic if you can't you know?” you squeeze his cock in your walls, creating such sinister pornographic sounds.

the hands on your ass grip you tightly, trying to slow you down, “gonna cum–mm!” he whines. you tug his hands away from you, only going faster. “no you're fucking not”