#soft kink

You had been tutoring Soobin for 3 months and you could say he is one of your hardest students that you have ever had. You were hired to teach him since he wasn't doing good with the actual staff in the company. And you could understand why he wasn't so good. He would do anything besides what needed to be done and that made it harder.

"Soobin, are you paying attention?" You scold, looking over at him as you finish writing the pronunciation of the word candy.

"Yeh-yes." He mutters in Korean. You arch your eyebrow, his cheeks blush as he clears his throat. "Y-e-s?"

The deal was that you would speak in Korean and he would speak in English. It made it easier, and once he got better you would both speak in English, but until then this was the set up that you guys had. But that didn't stop him from getting distracted. You had set up lessons at your apartment with less distractions. "Yes." You repeat, "Open your mouth just a little bit more."

"Yes." He repeats as he nods to himself, a smile playing on his lips as he looks back over to his phone, his thumb brushing over the screen. That was how all the lessons went: about 20 minutes of the actual lesson and then 40 minutes of memes, ridiculous photos of him and the members, or him asking about your life.

"Phone." You hold your hand out. "Now, Soobin-ah."

He picks it up and leans over to you. "I w-w-want to show you this," He stops and thinks, muttering in Korean, "How do you say memes in English?"

"Memes." You say flatly.

"Memes. Yes." He turns his phone as he shows you one about how hard it was to learn English, and the next, and you don't stop him as he reads the words out to you. He was doing spectacularly well, kinda. You grab his phone as you look through all the memes he had there. There were probably over 50.

You look over at him, cheeks dusted with a light pink as he tries to reach for his phone. "Give me." He reaches for you again as you lift it higher.

"Why do you want it so bad? What are you hiding?" You look down at the phone and you see it. Soobin in a white sweater, boxers, a hard unmistakably big outline of his cock, his hand trailed down to his waistband. His lips parted in a silent moan. He looked— No.

You would be lying if you said there was nothing between you and Soobin. Sure, you saw the way he looked at you when you were talking, the way his eyes drifted to your lips. You had excused the behavior as trying to mimic the way your mouth moves. But then you couldn't defend him anymore: the way his hand finds your thigh under the table, the way he quietly whimpers when you scold him for focusing.

"Soobin-ah, what is this?"

He looks at you, not once with shame on his face. No, he looks like he wanted you to see the photo.

"I can explain," he says, but he doesn't make a move to do so.

"Is this what you do instead of studying?" You look back down at the photo, taken in his dorm where no one could catch him. Or maybe that was what he wanted.

"I try." He mutters before switching back to English. "I try hard, I get uh distracted."

You shake your head. "You knew I was gonna find this, didn't you?"

He nods as he looks down at his feet. You cup his chin and make him look at you. "Soobin, why are you wasting my time?"

His cheek blushes, as does the tip of his ear. "I- don't mean to, I just-"

"You just what," you huff as he shakes his head.

"I want your time all the time." He blushes as he looks at you through his lashes. "Mad are you?"

"Not mad. Disappointed in you." You say as you glance down at the phone. It wasn't the picture you were upset about—you had taken dozens of nudes in your lifetime—it was the fact that he could have sent them to someone, and that someone wasn't you. "Who did you send the picture to?"

"No one," he says. You arch your eyebrow. His Korean spills fast from his lips, "I didn't want to send it to anyone. I took it so that you could find it."

"What if I didn't want to see it?" You didn't know why you were asking such a rhetorical question, because of course you wanted to see it. Who wouldn't want to see it? "You wanted me to see you being a desperate slut."

He tilts his head to the side as he repeats the word in Korean. He did this when he wanted to hear a word in English as well. "Slut," you pronounce in English.

"I wanted to be a s-lut. Your slut." He says as his throat bobs. He knew what he was saying, but it seemed so innocent coming from his mouth, his face tickled by a light pink, and it was cute, making your resolve dissolve.

"Show me what you were doing in that picture. What you did after you turned off the camera."

He blushes as you lean back. "I touched myself to the thought of you," he says in Korean.

"English, Soobin-ah."

"I touched me thinking of you." He looks down, the embarrassment rushing to his face, his skin getting even brighter red, his breath coming out windy as his hands begin to shake.

"Show me, baby." You say softly.

He whines—actually whines—the sound sending a throbbing ache to your already pulsing pussy. He slowly undoes his pants, pulling them all the way down and putting them off to the side. You look over him and nod at his sweater. He takes that off quickly, throwing it so it meets his jeans. You lick your lips at the hard outline of Soobin's cock, a wet spot spreading.

"Go ahead, Soobin-ah. Get on your knees and be a good boy."

He looks at you as he gets on the floor in front of you. He slips his boxers off, his cock slapping his stomach, looking hard, flushed and dripping. Your mouth waters at the sheer size of his cock. You watch as the veins in it throb and it twitches under your gaze. Your eyes crawl up his body and find his eyes. "Touch yourself like the slut you are."

His hand slowly makes purchase on the base of his cock as he strokes all the way to the tip where the precum is gathering. He drags it back down, helping to slick his cock as he twists his wrist. He bites his bottom lip to stop a single sound from slipping, not sure if that would make you upset.

"Were you going that slow, Soobin?" you tease. "I doubt that. I said show me what you did when you touched yourself."

His wrist moves faster as his moans fall freely from his mouth, his hips snapping to chase his pleasure. "Mommy~" slips from his lips and you cock your head to the side.

"What did you say?"

"Mommy." He says again as his hair gets into his eyes. "D-did something wrong?"

You shake your head no as he continues to stroke himself, his hips stuttering, and you know he is getting close—the way his eyes glaze over and his head lolls back, how his chest falls rapidly, or even the way his hand forgets which way is up or down. You wanted to watch him. You really did.

"Stop," you say roughly, but he doesn't stop. Maybe he didn't hear you. You get down on your knees right in front of him. His eyes snap open as you yank his hand off his cock. It twitches a couple times before you narrow your eyes at him. "You listen to me when I say something. Do you understand, Soobin-ah?"

"Y-yes Mommy." He whimpers as you bring your hand to his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. You take his lips into yours and smile against his lips as you feel his body shudder. You pull back to get a good look at the mess that you made, a smile playing on your mouth again as you turn on your heels and walk to your bedroom.

"You coming?"

Soobin jumps up and walks over to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you and push him against your bed. His cock drips even more, his pupils dilated, his lips parted as he watches you like you are one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen.

"You were being a bad boy. Now you have to make up for it if you wanna cum." You tilt your head to the side.

"How?"

You push him down and grab him in your hand, stroking him a couple times as his hips buck up. You squeeze the base and he arches on the bed, moaning out your name. Just as he gets closer, you take your hand away and climb off the bed, stripping off your clothes.

He sits up. "Bea-beautiful." He whispers to himself, making sure he said it right, his eyes trailing over your whole body, memorizing it like it would be the last time, and for all he knew, it very well could be.

You push him back down and crawl up his body until your pussy is hovering over his face. "You gonna make me cum, and if you do it well, then you can cum, yeah?"

His tongue takes a long lick from your clit to your entrance. You moan as you feel Soobin's arms wrap around your waist and pull you down on his face, his nose nudging against your clit. You feel your legs begin to shake. Yeah, sure, you were teasing Soobin, but it was foreplay for you too. Him following your every word turned you on beyond belief. Praises fall from your lips without you even needing to think, and he loved every moment of it, his moans sending shocks through your spine.

You tangle your fingers into Soobin's hair as you grind against his face, your orgasm rushing toward you in rapid fire. "Don't you dare stop, baby." You moan as you clench around his tongue and begin convulsing. Soobin's arms wrap tighter as he eats you through your orgasm, and even after, as you try to pull away, he keeps you there, even as you try to push him away, having you moaning and whimpering on top of him.

When he finally lets you up, he looks like he has seen heaven, his face coated in your cum, and he loved it. You lean down to kiss him as you straddle his hips. Your kiss gets sloppy as you tangle your fingers into his hair and pull him closer to you.

"You ready, baby?" You look down as you line him up to your aching entrance.

"Yes."

You sink down on him slowly, both of your eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch of his cock in your pussy, you feeling every vein and throb, and him feeling how tight and warm you are. Once he is all the way in, you begin bouncing on his cock. Your nails scratch at his chest as you move faster.

Soobin watches half-lidded as he whimpers out a slew of words both in English and Korean, not caring to fix his words. He couldn't think straight as you picked up the pace and kept eye contact with him the whole time. You feel him twitch in you as you flick his nipple. You lean down and take it in your mouth.

"Please Mommy, I'm close, I'm so close~" He moans as his hips begin chasing yours.

His hips snap up, hitting the spot that makes you see stars. You kiss his throat and suck hickeys into it and moan. "Cum for me, baby."

He cums with a cry and you follow shortly after, riding him through both his and your orgasm.

Once you finally come down, you are panting hard, and so is he. Well, he is crying, actually. "You okay, Soobin-ah?"

He nods, sniffling. "Yes. I feel so good," he says in Korean, and you don't even correct him. You stay on top of him with him inside of you, listening to his heartbeat, and you try to think if you would be able to ever go back to just being his tutor.

You know you can't.