tears — csb.
pairings ; soobin x fem!reader
not seeing your boyfriend for a month did make the heart grow fonder, and the need to return his kindness even stronger.
wc 」 2k
genre › established relationship, smut, domestic.
warnings — basically pwp, oral (m receiving), big dick soobin, masturbation, soobin calls reader butterfly once, being overworked, etc. let me know if i missed any!
notes — set out for this to be just plainly freaked out but then landed on domestic soob and it really is just tears by sabrina lolol. feedback appreciated!
it had been an excruciatingly long month.
nothing had gone the way it was supposed to, pressure at work hitting an all time high due to the holiday season, and too busy to even breathe a sigh outside of the four walls of your apartment. it had become a routine to log on, mentally disappear for eight hours, eat, and go straight to bed.
you and soobin had been together for a few months now, and you both knew when space was needed, especially with stress levels being so high. you had texted a few times a week to check in, make sure the other was still alive, but phone calls were far and few between, much less any dates.
he proved his undefeated title as your saving grace, however, when he suggested he stay the night on the last friday of the month; something you agreed to a little too eagerly the previous weekend, causing him to echo the chuckle of his you missed beyond words.
the final week proved to be the worst of all, feeling yourself dragging on friday, eyes half lidded as you closed your laptop. like clockwork, soobin knocked at your door with his typical “here :)” text appearing on your screen almost instantly.
sliding your bunny slippers across the hardwood floor, you flashed him a groggy smile before all your senses became inexplicably full of him.
you felt your waterline tickle with timid tears as you melted into his hug, his nose nuzzling all over your hair and neck, inhaling deeply, as if your perfume was an anecdote. curved lips landing the most tender kisses to your temple and forehead while his foot shut the door with a click.
pulling away, his hands cupped your face as he stared, taking note of your slightly glossed eyes, but making no mention of it. his irises drank every detail of your face with reverence, your own fixating on the slight pout of his bottom lip and ever so subtly furrowed brows.
“have you slept?” is the first thing he asks, causing you to blink at the suddenness of such a practical question.
“not really.. have you?” your face leans into his left hand, angling slightly to plant a soft kiss to his palm, your hands at his waist toying with the fabric of his shirt.
he exhales through his nose, causing a warm smile to bloom on your lips at the obvious question and appearance of the precious dimples you adore. his dark circles were visible even in the dim light of the room, and he was still in his favorite practice clothes, the faded minions on the gray top watching the two of you be pathetically in love and sleep deprived.
he reaches towards the door to lock it before wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up to slowly waddle his way to your room. once he enters, you bury your face in his shoulder out of embarrassment. the floor was a mix of papers, pens, clothes, and the occasional can of an energy drink. he kissed your temple again at this, laying you down on the bed to hover above you.
blinking slowly up at him, he reached to turn off the bedside lamp, the only light coming into the space being the soft blue of the already set sun. he leans in slowly, kissing your cheek once, then twice, “you sleep. i’m going to shower.” he spoke softly, as if you were already asleep and he did not want to wake you.
you hummed in protest, even your brain yearning to just be close to him again, “please just stay.” the pout in your tone was evident, his determination almost caving. he made a small whine at how cute your face looked, eyes closed and turning to the side, as if your anger held any real weight.
“i feel gross, baby, i promise i’ll be back before you know, okay?” he was speaking directly on your tight lipped pout, leaving lazy opened mouth kisses to melt your resolve.
it proved to be sufficient, causing a sigh to leave you before returning his efforts. he smiled, getting up before grabbing the shorts you had taken off in the process. you wore on of his shirts, he noticed, and he neatly folded the clothing before making his way out of your room as quietly as possible.
you fell asleep almost instantly, everything finally catching up to you.
he was tired, sure, but the look on your face when you see your whole apartment cleaned up, with some warm food on the stove, would make up for endless sleepless nights; so that’s exactly what he set out to do.
when he had finished the outside and cooked a simple but hearty meal, he snuck back into your room, tidying everything without making a sound.
the next thing you remember is the soft glow of the beside lamp barely illuminating the now dark room. you reached to the other side of the bed before hearing the gentle padding of the shower come to a stop.
a frown took over your features, checking the clock to find two hours had passed. a yawn escaped you as you sat up, the sight before you almost jolting you entirely awake.
the floor was clear, your setup was back in place, there was no mess on the table next to you, and even the piles of paper on the floor had been grouped and stacked on your desk.
to make matters worse, this was when soobin decided to walk back in, loose fitted button up shirt with about half the buttons loose, and his underwear band peeking scandalously over his sweatpants— clothes he had left behind before, no doubt.
your jaw nearly hit the ground, his tender voice asking how you slept, saying there was food on the stove, and confusion at your lack of response fading to a blur.
“can you come here, please?” was all you muttered, blinking up at his figure as he neared, puzzlement written all over his features.
“yeah?” he looked down, watching your eyes scan over his neck, collarbones, and chest before your hand reached in to the opening of his top, parting the fabric and running your hands from the center of his abdomen to his sides, “you didn’t have to do all that, you know?” you mutter half heartedly, not focused on anything but the subtle responses he was giving to your touch.
“i wanted to, butterfly.” his voice was as candid as humanly possible, large hand reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. you gulped at the nickname, suddenly sounding more tantalizing than endearing.
“how can i ever make it up to you?” you mused shamelessly, fingers moving to the waistband of his boxers without hesitation. soobin felt all drops of sleep draining from his system at your question, eyes darkening to focus on you.
his hand moved from your ear to your chin, thumb pressing softly against your lips. instinctively, you parted them for him, swirling your tongue around his thumb before taking it into your mouth. his breath hitched, so hyper-focused on your tongue that he barely noticed you pulling his sweats until they hit the floor.
you practically crawled off the bed, repositioning yourself on your knees before removing his thumb from your mouth, lips immediately attaching to his lower abs. biting softly and sucking marks onto his perfect stomach, his quiet whimpers feeling like a reward.
“don’t tease me.” he warned half-heartedly with a soft tug to your hair. you smiled into him at this, getting one last look before biting the waistband, pulling it down slowly with your teeth.
he groaned at the sight, mouth agape as he helped you take them off the rest of the way and following your unspoken nudge to sit on the bed. you gulped at the sight of his already hard length hitting the same area you had just left hickeys on, squeezing your thighs together with anticipation.
“you’re so big, bin, i don’t know how i ever fit you anywhere.” your voice is like a drug to him, dick twitching at the way you ogle him so freely.
your tongue touches the underside of him first, before you plant a kiss to his tip. he bites back a moan, your hand looking unbearably small as you grip his base.
almost as impatient as him, you immediately start taking him into your mouth. at first, only taking in a bit past his head before going back up. your eyes flutter upwards, wanting to take in every reaction he graces you with.
taking in more of him, you hold back your reflex as he hits the back of your throat before you’ve even taken him in all the way. his noises are a lot clearer now, head rolling up to the ceiling and neck veins showing deliciously.
there’s practically a pool in your panties right now as you bob your head, occasionally moving to take his balls into your mouth just to hear the most desparate noises come out of him.
your free hand starts reaching down to touch yourself while you do, which is when soobin finally has the strength to look back down at you, taking notice and threading his hand through your hair.
“you love this cock so much you’re playing with your pretty pussy right now?” he pants, taking everything in him to not moan while he asked that. he was about to say something else before he heard you whine around his length and going even faster, a whimper catching in his throat.
he was close, and you knew it from his breath getting shallower and grip on your hair getting tighter. your throat was on fire, but you didn’t dare slow down, tears streaming down your cheeks while you looked up at him.
curses were falling from his lips, and he finally looked back down at you, sweat beading his forehead, brows furrowed, and tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his pink lips. making eye contact with you was the last straw, a final whine leaving his mouth before he held your head flush to his pelvis, “fuck, fuck… please.”
you breathed through your nose, your own clit pulsing, walls spasming around nothing. after a moment like this, his grip finally loosened, breathing through his mouth as he reached down to wipe the tears from your eyes.
“my sweetest baby,” his tone was soft, helping you up before his hands began to soothe your knees, “you did so well for me.”
his lips began placing soft kisses to your thighs, hands, arms, and collarbone before he reached your face, now standing up to look down at you.
“the least i could do for my housewife.” you joke, voice sounding slightly different than it did before. he exhales a chuckle, hands landing at your waist, “i was going to tell you to eat, but i think you want to challenge me, no?”
you try to bite back a smile, “men can’t be housewives now?” he rolls his eyes, picking you up and tossing you on the bed. he climbs over you, right hand trailing down to cup you over your panties.
“you’re this wet and want to act tough?” he laughs, and you clamp your thighs around his hand sheepishly, “maybe…” a giggle passes your lips before parting your legs for him again.
your freshly clean apartment was then made filthy by the obscene noises he pulled out of you—food long forgotten on the stove, and soobin becoming a frequent night-spender at your place that very same day.
