#sub!soobin

𖼥ৎ SUMMARY - 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜…

𖼥ৎ TAGS/ WARNINGS: 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢/𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜), 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

𖼥ৎ NOTES: 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒’𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝.

𖼥ৎ word count - 𝟷.𝟻𝚔

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Monthly brunches with your little group of friends were never dull. You actually looked forward to them the most whenever life’s schedule grew tedious, and work exhausted you to no end.

Although not this time around, with the guy you've been dating for a couple of months now.

Choi Soobin.

He was kind, gentle, and up front with you. Caring in a way you could never fully comprehend, a sincere lover, and certainly a pleasant view for anyone who had eyes.

You would definitely say he made life more colorful, and of course, an immense part of the discussion at monthly brunches.

Various topics would dance around the table, only meeting their end when the waiter returned with the food–but once plates were partially empty and bellies half full, the conversation rekindled.

From busy morning traffic to bothersome colleagues, to the inevitable sexcapades you all rounded the table, narrating to one another.

So once the group got to your particular situation, an entire index of questions came hurling at you, desperate to scratch whatever strange, kinky itch they all secretly shared.

“I mean, he just seems too nice,” One of your friends shrugged. “ How could you blame us for thinking he’s more on the vanilla side?”

“Uh, uh. It’s the nice ones that scare me,” Another friend muffled, covering her mouth as she swallowed another bite of French toast. “They’re cute but get all frisky once they've got you pinned.”

You were fairly private about your sex life and the activities you and Soobin enjoyed.

Not because you didn’t want to tell them, but you did feel a bit self-conscious about being seen differently. You loved your friends, no doubt, but just the topic of toe fetishes made them lose their appetites. So, you continued to play it safe.

“No, she's right.” You let out a faint laugh, putting down your now-empty cup of mocha. “He can be pretty basic at times.”

“Told you,” The first friend teased, clearly proud of her speculations, while the rest of the group simply rolled their eyes.

“That man’s too sweet. He’s like made of sugar.”

You shifted in your seat, reaching into your purse for your favored pack of Marlboro Reds. Internally, you prayed your smile was sellable enough for them to move on. “Totally.”

Little did they know.

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Earlier that morning, a shirtless Soobin had just finished his morning ritual, placing his toothbrush back in its holder.

You were nowhere to be found when he stirred awake. Reaching over to hold you, there was nothing but pillows and a cold blanket. But it didn’t take long to realize exactly where you were.

He left the bathroom and rounded the corner, hearing the whistle of the kettle he had put on the stove minutes ago. Upon entering the kitchen, he paused, sensing you nearby–the air veiled in your soft essence.

Familiar with the scent, he knew it was the body wash you used during early-morning showers. His eyes fluttered shut, completely enamored by it.

Your wet hair. The calm little droplets slowly cascaded down your neck until they seeped into the shirt’s fabric.

His shirt.

He knew you had it on cause you wore it to bed the night before, just inches above your knees as your legs perched up by the window–your attention lost in some chapter of a book.

God, just the thought of seeing you like that. He took a deep breath, feeling his dick twitch. He needed to hurry.

Impatient now, he opened a nearby cupboard in search of a mug, his other hand turning off the stove. Then he poured the nearly-boiled water, grabbed two packets of chamomile tea, and added honey.

He stirred only three teaspoons, just the way you liked it, and made his way to you.

A few careful steps later, and there you were, exactly as he had envisioned, in your usual spot during a quiet sunrise. He felt all oxygen leave his lungs, frozen in the doorway as he watched the sun’s rays shine on your skin.

How otherworldly.

He nearly jolted when your voice struck his ears.

“Are you on my time or am I on yours?” You urged more like an order, not even sparing him a glance.

He rushed over, still cautious of your tea, handed it to you, and straightened up beside you.

“My cigarettes?”

Soobin didn’t hesitate to pull them out, already in his sweats pocket. You gladly took them and placed them on the windowsill.

“Good. On all fours.” You commanded. Almost faster than you said it, he complied, kneeling on the wood, as he stared at the floor.

“I trained you well, I see," Smirking, you flipped to another page.

“My good boy.”

The man let out a labored breath, though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the sweetness laced in your tone or what he was preparing himself for. Probably both.

He sat in eager silence, pressing his palms to the floor harder, as you took a small sip of your tea. You hissed, letting out a chuckle from the hot liquid burning the tip of your tongue. Perfect temperature.

“Just the perfect little mutt for me.” You turned to him, finally, and pressed the scorching drink on his back.

Instantly, Soobin jerked forward, whimpering as the mug’s rim hit his skin. In consequence, some tea tipped onto him, forcing out a pained moan.

“Oh no..” You cooed, returning to your book. “Are you gonna drop my tea, Binnie?”

“Shit...” He quickly straightened his back, biting back the whimpers threatening to escape. “N-no, I won’t, Miss.”

He felt his cock pulse from the feeling, mixing between pain and pleasure every time he shook. Not to mention you. So cold towards him as he poured into you.

Call him a lovesick fuck, but it made him fuzzy inside, wanting nothing but to feel that warmth again, and you gave it to him.

You taking this so seriously, despite being hesitant at first, meant so much. Like you actually cared about making him feel good. Though in a rather cruel way.

He wanted to earn your love. Your rewards, your kisses, your beautiful smile when he did the right thing. He craved it all.

“I–hah! I promise I won’t, Miss.” Soobin fought his pathetic moans from escaping him, but that quickly faltered when you drove the cup to a different spot, urging it into the flesh.

He gasped, stunned by how good it burned. He could feel himself leaking, precum staining his pants. “Yes! Please...”

You let out a low chuckle, staring in awe as he took everything you gave him, getting off on the adrenaline yourself. 

“Please, what Binnie?”

Then he fixed his gaze towards you, making you inhale a sharp breath. You met his teary eyes and quivering form, struggling to get the words out.

“Please..k-keep hurting me,” he cried. “Wanna burn-ngh! f-for you.”

You felt a heat surging through you, aching between your thighs as he looked away, which was good in your case. Cause oh, did he look so pretty. Though, even better with his mouth on your wet cunt, drinking you up the way you liked.

You wavered, dropping your book beside you, lifted the ceramic off of him, took another sip of tea, and set it aside the window. 

Reaching over for your Marlboro Reds and lighter, you observed the fresh wounds, pulling a cigarette between your teeth.

“God, are you fucking pathetic.” 

You continued, lighting up and taking a nice drag. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

You took a few more inhales before gently forcing the end into his shoulder.

 Another pitiful whine betrayed him, curling his toes as his cock twitched once more. “Mhn! Thank you..”

He tried not to tremble, but the bliss was becoming too much. He writhed and bucked his hips against nothing, craving some sort of friction.

“Thank you s-so much.. so grateful.”

You repeated the torture, using a few more on him as he unfolded at your feet.

“My little ashtray,” You purred with a tilt of your head. “That’s all you are.”

At this point, Soobin was completely hysterical. Tears coursed down his face, and drool dribbled down his jaw while his body shuddered in pleasure. Truly euphoric.

He felt a tightness coiling in his abdomen with every bud that scorched his skin, each one hurting like a bittersweet kiss.

“Think I’m gonna come,” Soobin pleaded, fighting with whatever will he had left not to fall over.

“Please–I’ve been so good…been so good for you.”

You couldn’t lie; his pleas were making you just as restless, wanting so badly to put his pretty mouth to use, but you had more restraint than that. You could go for hours if it meant having him exactly like this.

“Oh no, you won’t, baby.” The words slipped through your lips like venom. “Not until I say, I’m done with you. Understand?”

His sobs echoed throughout the room, so close to release, yet entirely loyal to you. He adjusted himself, his knees sore against the floor.

“Y-yes, I do...”

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling down at his injured skin.

“That’s my good boy.”

─── · ·

“What a shame,” You heard one of your friends sigh, finishing up whatever was left of their plate.

Meanwhile, you took another drag of your cigarette, twisting and teasing it through your fingers. You watched the smoke wane into the air, a new gleam in your eyes as you smirked.

“Yeah.. truly a shame.”

𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢

𖼥ৎ SUMMARY - 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗-𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐… 𖼥ৎ TAGS/ WARNINGS: 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𖼥ৎ NOTES: 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚔 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 (𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝)

𖼥ৎ word count - 𝟽𝟷𝟹 (short asf ;-;)

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“I missed you, mommy,” Soobin purred out, his beady eyes piercing through you as you settled further onto the couch and your sweet boyfriend sat on his knees. Desperate as ever, nestled between your thighs.

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You weren’t new to the distance, especially when hectic schedules caused drifts between you two from time to time, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t miss him equally as much.

Nevertheless, it was three days.

For three days, he had to be away from you, and that was all it took for him to lose himself completely. Almost as if his mind was corrupted with the most licentious urges when your absence was felt, with no way to remedy them.

Not returning to past voice messages where your honeyed tone praised his name. Not phone sex or porn. Not even touching himself to your photos was enough.

He longed for the real thing, wanting nothing else.

Needing nothing else.

So, when he got the message you’d come over after work, his body ignited the second you unlocked the door—along with all his repressed cravings.

You promised you were just as excited to see him, but couldn’t ignore the exhaustion hanging over you the more you inched into his apartment. You were so tired, you couldn’t even make it past the living room, ending with your limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

However, your sweet, sweet boy inched behind you at every turn, now peering up at you like some hungry pup.

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“Missed you so so much,” he sighed, his lips barely skimming your knee as he traced his fingers down your sides.

He held your calf, fighting the urge to dig his nails into the delicate skin as he planted wet kisses along your knee. Warm and shaky breaths fanned against you, sending goosebumps down your spine.

You didn’t have to say a word; not at all surprised by his clinginess, but deeply piqued by his ravenous demeanor. Clad in fragility. 

But the drowsiness left you entirely when he clung to one of your legs, pressing his growing bulge against it. “H-he missed you too-ngh! so fucking m-much…”

His pretty eyes glossed over as he pleaded, hooded lids never fully closing, watching you watch him. He felt himself pulsing at your little reactions, shuddering at every quiet gasp.

He let out a hollow groan as his bruised knees dug further into the carpet, carelessly rocking and bucking his hips.

“Fuck.. It’s been s-so long,” he whimpered, as his chest steadily rose and fell, syncing with yours the more he spurred you on. “Mhn! please..”

Soobin drew in sharp breaths, eyes fluttering shut as he kept the fervent pace. He pumped his aching cock against you, not caring about how humiliating he looked. It was your fault he was such a mess, and he wanted to ensure you knew.

You bent down, cupping his face, feeling his fragile frame quiver to the touch. You pressed your thumb to his plush lips, which he readily took in, sucking and lapping around it. You placed it hard on his tongue, prying his mouth open.

“Tell me what you want, pretty,” you cooed, painting his cheeks hues of crimson.

“Wanna feel good,” he whined, gripping your leg closer as his steady thrust grew more pitiful and coarse. “W-wanna come just like this, mommy.”

The words made you flutter all over, sensing the arousal pooling in your panties. You were nearly as desperate as he was, but at this point, you didn’t care to do anything about it yet, itching to see the extent of his want.

“Yeah? Feel that good humping my leg?” Your lips curved into a smirk, releasing his mouth, the warm spit cooling as you smeared it along his cheek. “Gonna make a mess in your pants f’me, Binnie?”

He nodded vigorously, reaching a hand to tug on your top. “Y-yea, just like this..”

Soobin was overwhelmed, his head buzzing as his whimpers and strained sobs draped you both. He couldn’t control the roll of his hips anymore, feeling the pressure pressing in his abdomen, borderline bringing him over the edge.

“Forgot how g-good this feels…c-can mommy please remind me?”

<3

୨୧ TAGS: MDNI, smut, fem!reader, size kink, handjobs, riding (p in the v), you guys love soobin lol . . . ୨୧ WORD COUNT 900+

soobin's moans come out stuttery as he touches himself. he was sat on the bed, back resting against the cool headboard with his legs spread. he had his head tucked into his shoulder with heavy eyelids and a flushed face, blooming with pink. he was embarrassed.

his eyes slide over to you, who was sat in between his legs. you looked so small compared to the size of his thighs that were on either side of you. it reminds him of just how large he was and that… that was something that apparently turned him on. a lot. he looks away, the sight too much for him to handle. his bitten lips parting on a moan when his palm slides over his leaking tip and making his whole body tremble.

୨୧ TAGS: MDNI, smut, fem!reader, masturbation, mommy kink, caught masturbating, praise . . . ୨୧ WORD COUNT 1k+

soobin was at his limit.

he tried to ignore the constant aching in his pants, squeezing his thighs together in hopes that his raging boner would eventually calm itself down. yet, it only seemed to make his situation worse, the friction of his thighs brushing against his cock only pulled him in deeper into his arousal.

he slides a hand down his body and cups himself, moaning at the warmth and pressure that his hand provided. he brings his other hand to his mouth, biting down on his finger to stifle the little, embarrassing sounds he made as he palmed himself through his pajamas.