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[ cw: afab dio, ftm dio, amab reader, grinding/frotting?, a lil bit of clothed sex, fingering, no lube, riding, dacryphilia, p in v sex, idk what else to add here, dios a slut and we love him for that ]
Dio let out a desperate moan as you continued to edge him, fruitlessly trying to grind his pussy against your clothed bulge. You’d been at this for an hour now; breaking him down without sparing him a glance. It had started with a pathetic attempt to get your attention while you had been working and ended with Dio trying (and failing) to rile you up enough to fuck him.
There were tears openly cascading down his supple cheeks now, large and dewy, making him look so beautiful like he was an angel himself. But he found himself being cruelly locked outside of heaven.
“Please, darling…! Ahh, please look at me!” He sobbed, sheer desperation skewing his need to draw this out. Dio needed you, and he needed you now. He couldn’t take it anymore. You were being so cold as to not attend to his needs and Dio was having none of it.
Drowning out his restless whines had grown a tad more difficult the longer he proved his adamance. While you were trying your hardest to resist Dio, he was slowly winning you over. Admittedly, he could put on quite the performance when he needed to.
Dio, noticing your refusal to move, let out a wail so full of despair that it nearly tempted you to fall back on your word. Nearly, of course. Dio could be an entitled brat at times, and you wanted nothing more than to show him where he belonged. But this seemed to be escalating fast.
In defeat, Dio buried his head into your neck and coated your clothes in wet stains. Dio hiccuped, murmuring something about ‘unfairness’ before begging again. “Please, [Name]…?” He glanced at you expectantly.
When you made no move to answer, Dio let out a shuddering breath, blinking away a new onslaught of tears. He wanted you so badly. And you were just being plain mean. Dio sniffled, schooling his resolve. Fine, then. He could play this game, too.
Shamelessly, he clasped your hand and brought it down to his puffy clit, making you rub against him. He moaned with wanton abandon as he began to use your hand. This was as close as he could get to your touch, so he wasn’t about to let this slip through his fingers.
You clenched your jaw. He wanted to toy with you? Well, two could play at that game. Huffing, you rubbed Dio’s clit harshly, and the result was about as messy as you’d expect.
“Ahh — fuck! Yes, [Name], please, pleaseee…” Dio whined mindlessly, ecstatic at the feeling of your willing touch.
Without wasting a second, you found Dio’s hole and began to slowly fuck your fingers into him. He’d already been wet enough for you to slide inside without waiting. Dio let out a delighted gasp the moment you began to touch him. With uncanny enthusiasm, Dio sank down on your fingers and began to ride them like it was the last thing he would ever do. Perhaps vampires really did have a supernatural libido.
“Ahh! J-Just — ummm, anhh! Like that!” Dio’s words came out slurred and sinfully needy, like he wasn’t whoring himself out just for the feeling of your fingers inside him. The euphoric tears rolling down his face did little to better that image. “You’ve always been s-so — hnnn, mmh! — good to me! Th-thank youuuu…!”
Ugh, as much as you had tried to ignore Dio, you really did adore him. It wouldn’t be so bad to give him at least one orgasm, right? He deserved it. And you would make sure he received his due. Well, there goes your initial plan. But could you be at fault here when Dio had been trying to get your attention all this time?
You weren’t going to wait all day. Impatiently, you tugged at your pants in an effort to get to your cock, a prospect that Dio was very eager to help with. He tugged down your pants in a single swift motion, skirting his hands around the base of your boxers until you took them off. He was practically drooling at the sight.
Carefully, you slipped your fingers out of him, causing a whine to escape Dio at the empty feeling. Of course, though, you made sure that he wouldn’t be hurt for long.
Abandoning your original plans, you cupped Dio’s face and kissed him gently. At first, he seemed surprised by your action. It was clear that he was also eager, however, shimmying closer to you and wrapping his arms around your neck.
Your hands drifted down to his hips, holding the soft skin. Dio let out a broken sigh, but it was quickly swallowed up by your mouth. As you kissed him, you began to slowly lower Dio’s hips down — right onto your aching cock.
You’d done this countless times before. Almost instinctively, his grip around you tightened and he let out a muffled scream as you entered him. Dio was over the moon. You broke the kiss for a breath of air, ignoring the string of saliva binding you to Dio, and dove back in again to ruin him entirely. At this point, Dio wasn’t even bothering to close his eyes for the kiss anymore. He just let them roll back as you finally — finally — began to fuck him. This was all he had wanted.
But the night was still young, and you were just getting started… it would be a miracle if he could walk tomorrow. Then again, that wasn’t what he was aiming for in the first place. If you ruined him, he’d thank you. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time.
oh my god??? hello???
i fully meant to respond to this like two weeks ago but even now i have NO words for this masterpiece omds. sub dio is not a want but a need and anon you answered prayers i didn’t know i had.. that making dio so desperate he’s bouncing on my fingers 😳
he’s a generational hater but ugh such a baddie fr,, i volunteer to knock the dust off of that ancient, mean ass pussy n make him cry. maybe fix him up, i could do it!
thank you for sending this to me?? twice😭😭 you need to claim ts! and write more!!! i’d love to read :)
— synopsis; soobin knows better than to keep seeing you after dark, when the world is quiet. he knows better than to keep seeing you without putting himself first and setting clear boundaries. he knows better, but he keeps coming back.
— cw; idol reader, younger/dongsaeng reader, fwb, unrequited love, oblivious reader, hence angst (l word dropped), smut, dom-leaning top male reader, sub-leaning bottom soobin, serenading? a little, he's so down bad, horny & desperate sex obvs, dirty talk, recording, exhibitionism, degradation & praise (both), thigh-fucking, orgasm denial, blowjob, & fingering (sb rec. this combo), cum as lube, aftercare, talk about the star chapter: together (disclaimer: sots clears and i don’t have a fav solo) GO LISTEN RN. 6.7k words.
— note; incredibly trying time being a soobrangdan rn. stanning txt in general, matter of fact. MY FIVE!!! MY FIVE— i yell kicking and screaming and being dragged away
just like moas watching their storyline’s final album showcase unveil in person and online, you understandably short-circuited within the first 30 seconds. jaw slacked, you could hardly pay attention to the rest of the song after seeing the suggestive dance move. you felt a little guilty neglecting his equally polished members as they performed, but it simply set your fantasies loose.
such a bold move! suspending his long, thick legs up in the air like that. the fact that you had to wait to see him was modern-day torture. no one had been home to witness you at some of your most feral moments, thankfully. rather, you directed that energy towards the cause of your frustration by blowing up his phone until he was able to use it again.
soobin had only responded when he was on his way back to the dorms with kai and beomgyu in the same car as him. he'd been giggling at his phone for the past fifteen minutes, from collecting their belongings from the dressing room to leaving the venue.
"i hate seeing him so happy.”
"me too. he looks like a love-sick puppy,"
at the mention of 'love-sick' soobin whips his head up, squinting at them as they laugh at him. "what?"
"don't you wanna share with the class?"
soobin raises an eyebrow at beomgyu’s request, “you sure about that?”
a pause.
“nevermind,” “yes.” the two look at each other in surprise at their conflicting answers.
"aight:
‘can't wait to see you, binnie hyung’
‘yk your legs drive me crazy 😩’
‘don’t blame me if work is hard tomorrow~’
‘gonna kiss you ups—’”
“ahhh!! ok, fine!! we get it!!!” his younger members protest loudly, really not wanting to hear where that sentence ended.
with each text read aloud, soobin’s cheeks rise once more, dimples on display the whole time. simultaneously, the other faces in the van had screwed up, and upon looking up, soobin makes eye-contact with their manager in the rearview mirror.
soobin laughs at the older man’s blank and slightly disturbed visage, but when he turns to look at his members, his amusement shoots through the roof. he's very satisfied, to put it simply.
“so he’s coming over?” kai asks incredulously.
“no,” he smirks, “i’m going there — his dorm’s empty tonight.”
“thank fuck for that,” beomgyu sighs, a whisper of gayass floating in the air.
it’s silent for a moment, until the dots connect for kai and he asks again, “is that why you asked the stylist for your outfit??”
soobin meets their manager’s eyes again as he replies in the negative, “they said i couldn’t take it…” and when he looks back at the road, soobin turns to give kai a glare the youngest shrinks away from. whoops.
when they get back to the dorm, soobin is in and out of the shower in a flash, texting you his eta as he prepares to leave their apartment no later than thirty minutes after they returned.
he was still running on pure adrenaline from their album debut, and performing for moa had always felt like his own personal drug. a high which he desperately wanted to ride out with you. he had been extremely busy recently and, with your own activities, it had meant there was little time to see each other outside of the office or the odd online game. even your promotion schedules were misaligned.
he’d denied the accusations when teased by his members and team, but the leader was facing a serious case of withdrawal symptoms in your absence.
he had half a mind to call you and make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep, but he reasoned that such measures would be a little too desperate. your well-timed reply soothed his worries like a balm, assuring him you were ready and keenly awaiting his presence.
yeonjun, having just finished exercising in the living room, had spotted him and asked where he was off to in such a rush, although he could already guess the answer. that being the only person soobin would ever leave the dorm to see, or actually invite over.
“yn asked me to come over,” soobin replies sheepishly, a quick one-eighty from his cockiness on the way home. yeonjun’s stare isn’t judging but a slight frown taints his handsome face, which makes soobin squirm. they all knew of your relationship, but yeonjun had a bit more insight into your story than the rest did.
the oldest knows how you were and still are a huge fan of k-pop, a love for the game so strong you followed your faves’ steps in becoming a trainee. you had signed under big hit initially, spending quite some time honing your skills in their basement with his members and others, before leaving for source music.
there, you received the attention you deserved and soon debuted under them as the leader of your talented team of five, not long after tomorrow x together and two years before your label juniors, le sserafim. when hybe bought source and merged worksites within hq, you were able to meet your trainee friends once again, those who debuted and those who didn’t.
you were the same age as his youngest members and while you were good friends with kai and taehyun, you gravitated the most towards soobin. yeonjun’s still impressed by how you chased down his leader after your debut and managed to get sticky close with him, even when he almost offensively self-isolated.
he also knows, then, when you first slept together after a behind-the-scenes gathering with your groups and a few others under hybe a year or two ago. a company-sponsored social event that also funded drinks, food, and entertainment to encourage companionship amongst their biggest talents. there’s no doubt you weren’t the only pair found tangled in sheets together the next morning.
it was initially a spur-of-the-moment thing, fuelled by mutual attraction, opportunity, and convenience. that being said, it didn’t take long until getting naked together became a regular occurrence on the shared condition of no romance.
just friends who gave each other a helping hand when needed.
but unlike the other four, yeonjun is additionally aware of when soobin realised he had fallen in love with you. by the time all his thoughts had been consumed by you whenever you were gone, and by the time his body paid extra attention whenever you were near — palms sweating and heart racing in mundane situations they hadn’t before — it was too late.
months of questioning and denial of his feelings had boiled over into affecting his functioning in the group, and that’s when the younger had finally come to him in tears of frustration and fear over his misplaced affection.
because you’d made clear what the relationship was like for you: temporary. he was a dear friend and role model whom you wanted to stay close to for a long time.
as brothers, not lovers.
the blond disapproved of the cycle, obviously. once he’d convinced him he wasn’t an awful person for feeling normal human emotions from such emotionally-charged activities, he advised soobin to stop seeing you for his own sake. it was bound to happen to one of you; soobin caught the short end of the stick, is all.
you were none the wiser, and as a result, yeonjun harboured no ill feelings towards you. in fact, he’s glad it was you out of all the crazy and toxic people in the industry. but he seriously wished you were just a bit wiser to finally notice the dynamic had changed. it felt like his leader would follow you off a cliff if you asked him to, nicely or otherwise. that wouldn’t do well for anyone.
“just don’t stay too long; day one of promotions tomorrow.”
you had never once mentioned being interested in seeing anyone else for sex, though, and you’d never spoken of any romantic prospects. and if not him, then who? so despite his best interests, soobin holds onto the glimmer of a dream that you’ll end up reciprocating his feelings. as long as you had his body, and his yours, soobin was hopeful you’d fall for his mind too.
a hopeless fool.
“i know, hyung. don’t worry.”
when you open the front door, soobin appears dressed in his stage outfit, the sleeveless top half hidden by his zipped puffer jacket. despite your explicit texts detailing what you would do when you saw him, you’re still taken aback by the sight of his round, puppy dog eyes, already pleading for your touch.
“you’re seriously crazy, hyung, you know that?”
“you like it?”
“you fucking know i do. c’mere,”
you drag him into your dorm, crashing your lips on his. your hands fly to his ass, and when you come into contact with a smooth, tight material, you pull back.
soobin grins at you and slips off his coat to reveal everything. your reaction is just perfect, and he relaxes into you with a gasp when you pick him up, feet crossing by your back.
“fuck, you’re so strong,” his lust-filled praise shoots through you. you’re in your bedroom in no time, kissing and groping at the other the entire way. you throw soobin onto the side of your bed gently, and he bounces further in with a bright smile, legs spread wide.
“go on, show me.”
“bossy,” he slowly leans back onto his forearms anyway and unzips his jacket, the material hanging onto his wide shoulders easily. it slips down to reveal his toned physique and a teensy waist, the black tank left behind, and his left arm adorned with a black strap. you greedily take in the seductive sight.
he snaps into professionalism, but you know how he looks at you with so much passion in his narrowed eyes is real, tongue darting out to lick his plump lips.
your senior starts humming the intro to upside-down kiss as he lies down and slowly lifts his long legs into the air with his core strength, watching proudly as you follow his every move. enthralled, you sit close beside him and place a hand on his calves as they rise to support him, even if unnecessary.
when he reaches his cue, soobin locks his knees and flexes his crossed feet up high, starting to sing softly. even lying down and at a low volume, his key holds impressively, your ears ring in delight.
"in your eyes, the upside-down reflection of my face." his long arms move, right hand swiping under his nose before dragging down his throat. he goes a little further than his part and collarbones, believing yeonjun's lyrics a fitting companion to the moment, "keep your eyes on me; baby, don't freeze."
like a spirit had overcome you, you find that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him even if you wanted to. your hand trails down to grip the underside of his closest thigh, fingers comfortably slotted in the tight gap.
"you're drooling." his eyes shine, dimples popping.
you swipe at your lips, "oh," you both laugh, yours a little more strained, like your boxers. how could someone exude so much sexual energy?
"wow, you like it that much?"
"you don't know how good you look, soobin hyung. ‘s dangerous." you part the older’s legs and get between them, leaning down to kiss him. he grabs your face and arches into your chest, letting space for your hands to hold his bare waist. "they'll let you do that live?"
he laughs at the memory of the conversation, "i didn't think it was that bad, but our managers said no way."
"not surprised," you push up and trail your hand down his defined abs to brush over his bulge and reach his thighs again, "too many gross fucks who'd get naughty ideas,"
"like you?"
"you want me to."
soobin doesn't reply, just reaches forward to take off his boots. you stop him and he raises an eyebrow. "don't make me say it," you whine.
"say it,"
"want you to keep them on. please."
"only because you're cute,"
"i'm more than cute," you retort, stepping off your bed to grab some lube. you kneel at soobin's bum after you pull off your clothes, knees on either side of the other's hips. oh, he of all people knew the different sides to you.
your dick is already hard and bobbing with life between your legs. you drizzle his inner thighs with lube until the material shines in the mood lighting. you prop your dick in the crease of his ass before pulling his legs up and around you, starting to thrust lightly.
"oh my god,"
"feels good?" you nod with furrowed brows. it felt really fucking good. his thighs were both firm and supple at the same time, and so goddamn warm. soobin's breath deepens as you start to moan quietly with each rock of your hips, crossing his feet to help.
by the way you stutter over yourself, eyes squeezing shut, he achieved his mission. he keeps his eyes on you as he wiggles his jacket off and out from underneath him. you’re not paying attention to his fidgeting, if anything only holding him tighter.
you grind into his thighs smoothly, almost slurring as the pleasure takes you aback, “feels like a toy.. but it’s you,”
soobin’s in awe at your brazen behaviour. you’re both wondering why you hadn’t done this before. he reaches for the device in his jacket pocket before throwing it onto the floor.
the next time you look up, you meet eyes with your senior's phone camera as he holds it up, taking the brunt of your heated gaze of lust and pleasure. a head of full black hair rests on his free hand, raising it enough that you can see his wide eyes.
a smirk grows on your face at his shock.
“what? you’re still surprised?”
the camera captures you to the pixel. he’ll be the first to admit it — his leather-clad legs look perfectly poised against your body, your strong arms looped across his thighs and ankles by your head. it probably felt the best on your end, but he was convinced he had the better view. the ghost of this image will haunt him every time he performs that dance. even so, he teases, “you’re so fucking needy, yn.”
“you did this to me — throwing your legs up in the air like that. you were basically asking to be used like this.”
he technically did plan for something along these lines, suggesting the dance move and putting together the details with the choreographer. a raunchy display, certainly, but soobin loved it. his fans loved this new side to him too, and most importantly, so did you.
“just wanted someone to slut you out, hm baby?”
the older whines and runs a hand through his hair when you see right through him, writhing in place. he can still remember moa's screams of giddy surprise from how they pierced his earpiece and momentarily drowned out the backing track.
“y-yeah! wanted you, i want you,”
you fuck into his thighs with strong hips, loose from years of dancing, and bite your lip at the pleasure engulfing your body. “want you too, hyung. i missed you,”
he whines again, this time deeper in satisfaction at your words. his phone’s state-of-the-art lenses catch every twitch of your expression, every breath from your lips, every squeeze of your hands on his legs at your most vulnerable. effortlessly erotic.
the angle from which he sees you suddenly makes the idol think about your fans — the ones who get to see you in person and go all out on stage, and the ones who take the fancams that capture your trained facial expressions and precise moves.
soobin wonders how many of them have touched themselves to fantasies of your looming over them like you did to him now. he champions himself because they didn’t get the real thing; only he did.
his mini-triumph stirs his arousal further, so he reaches down to finally touch himself, but you slap away his hand with a tut.
he groans but submits with pursed lips. soobin pretends to reject your words in a huff, settling with pinching at his hard nipples, “like you wouldn’t fuck any hole with two legs that looked at you.”
“ok, international pervert. think you’re forgetting that that’s you.”
one of your hands sinks lower, despite your snark, to undo his trousers. he watches you with a twinkle in his eye, rolling his hips as his hard cock springs out lively and unobstructed by his usual black boxers.
“no underwear? so dirty,” you laugh breathlessly at the realisation, hips snapping into his backside a little harder. the singer stifles his moan at the sting and grabs the sheets by his head, not helped by your heated gaze raking over his leaking sex like it’d be your last meal.
he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. if not exceedingly, and in more ways than one.
“yeah, m-made it easier for you.” his sighs, bow lips retaining their pout at your spell-bound look, letting his head roll to the side but keeping his eyes on you, half-lidded, “say thanks to hyungie,”
you take his phone from him and spin the camera so it can capture your point of view. soobin’s long and muscular legs descend in sleek leather, disturbed only by the movement of your big dick sliding back and forth easily with the excessive lube. the sound of your pelvis hitting his backside rings out against the walls. it’s wet, and messy, and raw.
a contract to his pale skin, his unbuttoned pants are dark and fall scruffy around his abandoned sex. as you spot his gorgeous cock on the screen, twitching in need, you moan from within your throat, looking up at him directly.
“thank you, soobinnie hyung.” your voice is deep and husky into the microphone, eyes near black with lust at his admission. “thighs feel so fucking good. looked so sexy on stage, couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you… hmmfph, ‘n getting to touch you— t-touch your pretty legs and cock…”
your rambling affects the seasoned performer in ways you remain unaware of. his chest blooms with colour quickly, breath deepening at your blatant pleasure — pleasure from him. bare-faced, you can see how his cheeks and neck flush with blood. his hips twitch in impatience, picking up off your bed slightly when he presses his legs together for any stimulation.
a whimper escapes you at the way his thigh muscles trap your cock in a silky, smooth heaven, head falling back. “ohhh, shit, shiiit,”
soobin takes his phone from your slipping grip, briefly stopping you to prop it up against your water bottle (a peeling yongmeong sticker he gave you decorates the outside, much to his satisfaction) on your bedside table so it can capture everything.
you readjust your position and haul soobin’s ass closer to you, suspending his lower half up in the air with just your arms and inner thighs. the fat of his ass spills over the waistband of his tight pants from your tugging. it’s frantic and unkept at best, but that's no issue for soobin, who still looks deathly alluring in all his rough, masculine charm. his efforts in the gym definitely didn’t go unnoticed.
you automatically splay your hand against the older’s tense and sweaty stomach when he settles again, but he just moves it down to his throbbing length, eyes big and round in appeal.
“baby, please,”
you settle back into your rhythm before you pick up his hefty sex, slow and leisurely like it was a matter of your own generosity, and rotate your wrist so the length rests in your palm, while your knuckles kiss his wispy happy trail.
soobin groans when you don’t wrap your fingers around him like he expected you to. rather, you regard his overlooked monster cock, blood-filled against his lower stomach and the black fabric of his pants, licking your lips. so pretty.
you’ve been through this rodeo countless times — no, you won’t touch him yet. his asshole twitches in mounting desire. he’s so hard. you can see how his face contorts with his growing desperation, and you give him a cunning smile, intimidatingly attractive.
“tell me how my cock feels, handsome.”
the older whines at your teasing question, at the expectation of him to fall into your hands. he’s stupidly sensitive, and his simple animal body is having trouble distinguishing between the act of you fucking his thighs versus you actually fucking him.
soobin knows, however, just how much better it feels when your dick is filling up his ass and pushing all the right buttons. your thumb has started swiping at the underside of his cockhead at this point; you can’t help it when it looks so pitiful, bright red and oozing his essence.
“a-ah, fuck!” his hand shoots down to grasp at your thigh, the other holds your wrist as your fingers dance over his tip. with every thrust, your hips hit his harder, his tall body starting to jerk up and down. his dick slides in and out of your loose fist with ease, and he finds it hard to form a reply. “it’s too—”
“too what? too little? you’re fucking wet like a girl, though, hyung. this really why you hid the dance from me? attention whore. i bet you’d like it if i fucked you like this on stage where everyone can watch us.”
where everyone could see how you used him. soobin whimpers, throwing his head from side to side, as if he wasn't yearning for that. you were mind-melting. your cockhead pokes through and relentlessly makes its presence known in your fervour.
you can feel yourself salivate at the lewd image of your lengths so close to each other yet so far, brushing over his ass and taunt balls when you push your weight against him.
in place of swallowing, you pucker up and spit directly on where he needs you the most, throbbing in your palm, drawing a violent moan and full body shiver from your fuckbuddy.
“you’re a prick! so mean!” he cries out when you laugh at him. but he stays right in place despite your scorching actions, fingers clawing at your hips and the sheets.
like a good boy.
your making fun has a way of keeping him running back, something like a stray dog. compelling him to savour your pets and eat from your open palm, even if it'd turn around to slap him in the face. yet soobin loved all the attention you paid him, teary-eyed and following as you grin wickedly where your bodies met each other.
he seriously did.
if it made you like this, he’d surprise you more often. first the killa, then love language, and now upside kiss, soobin was more than pleased with the results of his tight lips. your sustained approval meant more to him than anything else.
you glance up at his recording phone with your lip tugged between your teeth, capturing as you chase your pleasure with his sexy body. even with all of his whiny complaining, at soobin’s impressive obedience, you eventually realise he did in fact plan it all for you.
it makes your head spin violently, heat trickling down your neck. what a fucking loser. a fucking hot and horny loser. you have to do the same, already thinking of ways you could rile him up, only to make him wait for relief, like he’s done to you so often. you’d never done something on a scale that influenced group activities, having kept your work life and personal life (where he undoubtedly fell) separate.
the idol's actions were increasingly risky, but he did it for you. you kiss at calves, or where his calves would be over his chunky boots, as your mind is made up under the blanket of bliss. his breath shudders. his legs twitch under your bicep’s exertion, hips rolling up and down for something more, anything. you can feel it all.
“i’m gonna fucking cum, fuuuck,”
“g-get in me, right now.”
“nu-uh. want you like this.”
soobin almost sobs at your definitive reply; opposed yet willing. he needed you desperately, so desperately that he would let you have whatever you wanted if you stayed close. his fingers around your wrist squeeze to keep your hand wrapped around his cock — the least you could do, he compromised.
you listen well, finally tightening your fist and jerking him off fully. his cherry red chest surges in surprise, and his spine curves nimbly off your bed. your other arm is still wrapped around his thick thighs to hold his lower half in place, feet still diligently crossed by your head.
“fuck, yes! touch me just like that! need it— need you!”
he’s eternally grateful the two of you were alone. he couldn’t handle the walk of shame, knowing others had heard the sounds you pulled out of him, and how he threw his dignity away for you. his nails scrape down your lower back and ass, feeling the muscles ripple as they work hard to keep your hips moving.
you’re so loud too, moaning soobin’s name the loudest he thinks he’s ever heard you, and it races right through his body like a dam breaking. or perhaps it’s the blood rushing to his head from being upturned so long.
he bites his lip as the pressure wells up inside him. god, you looked so pretty — eyes crossing in pleasure and lips never closing as you let him know how good he made you feel. your cock is impossibly hard between his lean muscles, and you’re both right there… so close…
with a meek apology broken by your whines, you drop his length to press his thighs tighter around you, head rolling back as you take his body and push yourself to a powerful orgasm from just the friction of his legs.
soobin gasps and whimpers like a kicked puppy as he wills his own down, watching your cock squirt over his raging length and stomach when you push all the way in, greedy for it all.
“hyungie.. fuck…”
your hand falls to his hip and squeezes the pudgy flesh like it were a lifeline. the older’s eyes stay locked onto you while you fuck yourself through your high, fully drooling on his boots as your senses spin into overdrive. he’s rendered speechless at your messy display, almost in tears as his red and pulsing dick bobs in protest at the interruption.
no doubt he could push himself over the edge if he thought hard enough for a second longer, let his intense emotions for you finish off the job. he’s done it before — cum untouched just from pleasuring you, that is. but he doesn’t want that now.
no, soobin needed you.
“yn-ah…” he prompts hoarsely, sounding completely ruined from almost nothing.
you snap back into action even as you catch your breath, staring at him with an intense gaze. you pull off his boots one by one, before taking his pants by the waist and grappling them down, almost peeling them off because of how they stuck to his skin.
you crack a smile, but soobin is so dizzy with desire he’d probably pass out if he tried anything too much.
“wish you could see yourself,” you peer back up at his phone, curious about what angle you’d rewatch this heated moment from. his hips jerk into your stomach when you lower yourself down between his bare legs, kissing his blushing chest as you look up at him.
“want your mouth, suck me off,” the older commands restlessly, not knowing what to do with himself in such a state.
you kiss down his cum-stained stomach with a pleased smile and throw one of his legs over your shoulder, stroking the smooth skin. he takes the other thigh in his hand and pulls it up to his chest, spreading himself open.
his brown hole winks at you, and you lean down to kitten lick at his sweaty rim. meanwhile, you cover your fingers in your spend before you press your index finger into him slowly, watching his face relax at the much-needed stimulation.
“pretty baby,” you whisper and press worshipping soft and slow kisses on his juicy dick, “always so good f’me,” before you take his cock into your mouth.
“oh my fucking god,”
your finger prods around inside his gummy walls as you hollow your cheeks around his solid cock, and soobin just about wails in surprise at just how sensitive he was, his other hand flying to your hair.
he tugs like he wants to pull you away, yet his hips say otherwise, rutting into your mouth evenly. you make eye contact, slipping another finger into his tight ass and picking up the pace. his impressive length bulges your cheeks lewdly as you suck him off.
the older can’t stop the sinful noises he makes at the sight of you, your tongue eagerly working the underside of his dick at the same time you press on his prostate, sending his body haywire. if he had passed away right that second, soobin would’ve died a very happy man.
his leg tenses on your shoulder as he feels himself fall over the edge he’d been teetering on all day, ridiculously riled up from the anticipation of seeing you. his chest heaves at the pleasure consuming his body, throwing his head back like he was possessed.
soobin moans loudly and instinctively drops his leg to bite his hand, but it stays skillfully suspended in the air, the other pushing your head down into his pubes as he spurts his load into your warm throat.
your fingers don’t cease in curling inside him and rubbing at his sensitive spot fondly as he fills your mouth; soobin grows even more incoherent, back arching while his feet kick in the air and lips run on autopilot.
“so! good!!! fuckinloveyouyn! take—take my cumbaby! holy shit!”
you can barely make out your name among his cries of ecstasy, but everything from his lips sounded heavenly to your ears. his hole flutters around your fingers as they move inside him leisurely, toes curling when you don’t stop bobbing your head.
you grind lightly into your bed to satisfy your unsettled desire at his thrashing. your eyes are closed, face relaxed in bliss at how the tall man unravels beneath you. you’re careless with his seed, feeling too lazy to be clean, and thriving in the messiness of it dribbling from your lips down his dick. soobin was most definitely your number one guilty pleasure.
eventually he tugs on your hair, nerves tremoring across his entire body in the wake of releasing so much pent-up energy. you kiss your way up his exhausted body until you’re looming over him and slip your fingers out slowly, chuffed with your performance.
his black hair sticks up in random directions, looking completely and utterly wrecked, despite you barely touching him up there. like he can read your thoughts, the older pulls you down by the neck to kiss the soft smile off your face. and hide how lovestruck he knew he looked.
when your tongue reaches past his lips, the taste of his musk and cum fills his mouth. the taste of you, the taste of him in you, elevates his pride over the moon.
his legs tremble by your side as the blood flow finally returns to his feet in pins and needles. you run your hands up and down his sides gently, bundling closer to his body as you make out.
soobin revels in the feeling of your soft lips, moaning gently and wrapping his arms around you. you return one of your own, sighing into his mouth and rocking your naked body against his as you replay how you made him into mush. his desperation, his hold on you, how he twisted and turned, all of his pretty, passionate sounds…
“hold up, you said you loved me??”
soobin’s stomach drops at your question. he stares up at you with furrowed eyebrows and a confused pout, an adorable flush decorating his features. he said that?
worse than that, you heard him???
“did i? doesn’t ring a bell,”
“i think you did, at least. hard to tell from how loud you were moaning my name, hyung.”
“so what if i did, huh?”
“nothing!! don’t get defensive! if you did, then i would tell you i love you too! and i’m glad you’re here with me.”
soobin can’t find his words to respond, throat closing up with your casualness.
you’ve said it as friends before. not often, but enough to know the other meant it when he did. somehow, you still didn’t know just how much he meant it. he wondered if the video picked up on how bare he laid himself out for you, and not just physically. he slipped up, for sure.
your hand drifts to his chest absentmindedly, and you happen to feel the incessant thumping below his left ribs, racing like he’d just finished an encore concert. “whoa, your heart is beating so fast!”
he rolls his eyes and pushes you off of him at your clueless comment, turning his face away so you can’t see how his blush revitalised, “dude, you just had my feet up in the air for the past however long, and, and i’ve been up all day on my week with rehearsals and the showcase!” he complains rapid fire, before a thought occurs to him and he looks at you over his shoulder, “did you listen to our album yet?”
“of course! it was the first thing i did today, and then i made sure everyone else listened too!” you defend vehemently, grinning at soobin’s bashful smile as he imagines you getting your members to sit and pay attention. outside of his group, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were their biggest fan.
you shuffle closer to him, starting to play with the strap lacing his upper arm, just about surviving under the strain of his muscles. the skin around it pales under the pressure. you undo the buckle and slip it off, reaching over to toss it onto your desk.
“but seriously, you guys have outdone yourselves. you’ve all improved so much; i can feel this’ll be a big comeback. proud of you, hyung,”
the action combined with your sincere words makes his stomach ache with joy and grief at the same time. it’s nauseating. he gives the decor in your bedroom his attention so he can blink away the tears budding at his lashes.
you were so easy to love. considerate and caring without expecting anything in return. it’s only just short of cruel.
on a different night, he probably would’ve poked fun at how sappy and touchy-feely you were being, but truth be told, the leader needed to hear something like that. from you, specifically. not his members, or his staff, or his fans, or even other established artists. you.
soobin looks at you sat behind him from over his shoulder, propping his head up on his hand.
“thanks yn. then, what’s your favourite song so far?”
“hmm. besides upside down kiss, for obvious reasons… probably song of the stars — especially with the concept trailer — seriously so beautiful... you still need to explain your lore to me properly.”
“bro, you’ve been saying that for the past five years; i’m starting to think you don’t know it yourself.”
leader to leader, the older man gives you a nasty up-and-down. you laugh and push at his shoulder. you sympathise with endless meetings drilling your group’s storylines into your memory. but what other excuse could there be?
an unkept promise to keep you around.
“then seriously, i wanna know! moa keep talking about how touching and great it is,” you whine.
“umm?? i thought you were our fan?!”
“i am!!! but i’m also employed.” you knew the general gist, but who better to hear the full story from than the man himself? you decide to drop it for now, since work should never be the topic of pillow talk.
“favourite solo song?” he asks again, fiddling with your sheets.
“yours, obviously. when are gonna you take me for one? i shouldn’t have to ask, smh.” you flirt as you stand up and tug on your boxers, handing soobin your shorts to put on.
“i will, sometime soon.” another promise dropped like a coin into a wishing well.
as he takes it, soobin suddenly remembers the music shows he would need his pants for. the pants that were now covered in your cum and sweet-tasting lubricant. the stylists would already be mad he took it without permission (he didn’t actually ask), and even more pissed if it came back unwearable.
he squeezes his eyes shut with a groan.
“why, what’s up?”
“my stage outfit. i’m fucked.”
you take a closer look at the material and pick it up, cringing at the uneven weight where the evidence of your pleasure lies.
“i can clean most of it, i think, but it’d mean you’ll have to stay a bit longer. hungry? i have some leftovers.”
soobin hums in contemplation as he dresses amongst your disarrayed sheets, sitting up to grab his phone. it’s a little hot to touch as he stops the long recording and checks the time. past midnight.
he has an early work schedule for the next few days. comeback season was always rough. he could stay for another hour or two... and you’d call him a taxi back, as usual for the one hosting the other.
“uhn,” soobin nods eventually, stomach rumbling like a paid actor. the demands of his long day had finally begun to catch up to him, and he falls back onto your pillows.
you grin brightly at his answer. effortlessly, your handsome smile makes any concerns about his wellbeing tomorrow disappear from his mind. shit, he was so whipped over you.
you shimmy over to him with a boogie in your step. he laughs at your playfulness, growing when you bend over and kiss him softly. “yay, i like it when you stay. i know you’re busy so i appreciate it.”
“oh.. it’s n-nothing. i already told you; being with you feels like a getaway, like i’m resting.”
he sang his solo with only you in his thoughts. soobin always speaks his mind, honestly, for the most part. you do too. it's one reason why he likes you so much, among many others. because anytime he’s with you, time sits still. responsibility falls to the wayside and everything feels possible. it’s fitting sunday driver is your favourite song (he would’ve raised hell with the member you chose over him if not).
as he lies there in your sheets and gazes up at your face, smiling down at him, he can’t help but wonder where it is he falls out of your preference, when your minds and bodies are this in sync. is it all in his head?
“i feel the same way,”
do you?
not in the same way you would with someone you loved. not in the same way he felt about you. he questions in who you’d find the qualities he lacked, whatever it was in your opinion. what they had, he didn’t. why he isn’t the one you would choose in the end.
“i’ll be back in a sec. find something to watch? i wanna cuddle. love you binnie hyung.”
soobin’s chest flutters with every word you speak, nodding wordlessly and cupping your cheeks. his soul dances in excitement at the thought of a reality where you meant it how he longed.
he searches your eyes desperately for a hint of something, anything, that would give away your affection for him. urgent like the opportunity would slip away forever if he didn’t grasp it now. but you don’t seem to notice. even as you kiss his palm, the spark isn’t there.
you step out of the room before you can hear his shaky sigh at his fantasy shattering once more. soobin blinks and an unexpected tear escapes, hand scratching pathetically over where his heart cracks painfully inside him.
he confesses again, this time to no one but the listening ears of your bedroom walls, “i love you too.”
— synopsis; soobin knows better than to keep seeing you after dark, when the world is quiet. he knows better than to keep seeing you without putting himself first and setting clear boundaries. he knows better, but he keeps coming back.
— cw; idol reader, younger/dongsaeng reader, fwb, unrequited love, oblivious reader, hence angst (l word dropped), smut, dom-leaning top male reader, sub-leaning bottom soobin, serenading? a little, he's so down bad, horny & desperate sex obvs, dirty talk, recording, exhibitionism, degradation & praise (both), thigh-fucking, orgasm denial, blowjob, & fingering (sb rec. this combo), cum as lube, aftercare, talk about the star chapter: together (disclaimer: sots clears and i don’t have a fav solo) GO LISTEN RN. 6.7k words.
— note; incredibly trying time being a soobrangdan rn. stanning txt in general, matter of fact. MY FIVE!!! MY FIVE— i yell kicking and screaming and being dragged away
just like moas watching their storyline’s final album showcase unveil in person and online, you understandably short-circuited within the first 30 seconds. jaw slacked, you could hardly pay attention to the rest of the song after seeing the suggestive dance move. you felt a little guilty neglecting his equally polished members as they performed, but it simply set your fantasies loose.
such a bold move! suspending his long, thick legs up in the air like that. the fact that you had to wait to see him was modern-day torture. no one had been home to witness you at some of your most feral moments, thankfully. rather, you directed that energy towards the cause of your frustration by blowing up his phone until he was able to use it again.
soobin had only responded when he was on his way back to the dorms with kai and beomgyu in the same car as him. he'd been giggling at his phone for the past fifteen minutes, from collecting their belongings from the dressing room to leaving the venue.
"i hate seeing him so happy.”
"me too. he looks like a love-sick puppy,"
at the mention of 'love-sick' soobin whips his head up, squinting at them as they laugh at him. "what?"
"don't you wanna share with the class?"
soobin raises an eyebrow at beomgyu’s request, “you sure about that?”
a pause.
“nevermind,” “yes.” the two look at each other in surprise at their conflicting answers.
"aight:
‘can't wait to see you, binnie hyung’
‘yk your legs drive me crazy 😩’
‘don’t blame me if work is hard tomorrow~’
‘gonna kiss you ups—’”
“ahhh!! ok, fine!! we get it!!!” his younger members protest loudly, really not wanting to hear where that sentence ended.
with each text read aloud, soobin’s cheeks rise once more, dimples on display the whole time. simultaneously, the other faces in the van had screwed up, and upon looking up, soobin makes eye-contact with their manager in the rearview mirror.
soobin laughs at the older man’s blank and slightly disturbed visage, but when he turns to look at his members, his amusement shoots through the roof. he's very satisfied, to put it simply.
“so he’s coming over?” kai asks incredulously.
“no,” he smirks, “i’m going there — his dorm’s empty tonight.”
“thank fuck for that,” beomgyu sighs, a whisper of gayass floating in the air.
it’s silent for a moment, until the dots connect for kai and he asks again, “is that why you asked the stylist for your outfit??”
soobin meets their manager’s eyes again as he replies in the negative, “they said i couldn’t take it…” and when he looks back at the road, soobin turns to give kai a glare the youngest shrinks away from. whoops.
when they get back to the dorm, soobin is in and out of the shower in a flash, texting you his eta as he prepares to leave their apartment no later than thirty minutes after they returned.
he was still running on pure adrenaline from their album debut, and performing for moa had always felt like his own personal drug. a high which he desperately wanted to ride out with you. he had been extremely busy recently and, with your own activities, it had meant there was little time to see each other outside of the office or the odd online game. even your promotion schedules were misaligned.
he’d denied the accusations when teased by his members and team, but the leader was facing a serious case of withdrawal symptoms in your absence.
he had half a mind to call you and make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep, but he reasoned that such measures would be a little too desperate. your well-timed reply soothed his worries like a balm, assuring him you were ready and keenly awaiting his presence.
yeonjun, having just finished exercising in the living room, had spotted him and asked where he was off to in such a rush, although he could already guess the answer. that being the only person soobin would ever leave the dorm to see, or actually invite over.
“yn asked me to come over,” soobin replies sheepishly, a quick one-eighty from his cockiness on the way home. yeonjun’s stare isn’t judging but a slight frown taints his handsome face, which makes soobin squirm. they all knew of your relationship, but yeonjun had a bit more insight into your story than the rest did.
the oldest knows how you were and still are a huge fan of k-pop, a love for the game so strong you followed your faves’ steps in becoming a trainee. you had signed under big hit initially, spending quite some time honing your skills in their basement with his members and others, before leaving for source music.
there, you received the attention you deserved and soon debuted under them as the leader of your talented team of five, not long after tomorrow x together and two years before your label juniors, le sserafim. when hybe bought source and merged worksites within hq, you were able to meet your trainee friends once again, those who debuted and those who didn’t.
you were the same age as his youngest members and while you were good friends with kai and taehyun, you gravitated the most towards soobin. yeonjun’s still impressed by how you chased down his leader after your debut and managed to get sticky close with him, even when he almost offensively self-isolated.
he also knows, then, when you first slept together after a behind-the-scenes gathering with your groups and a few others under hybe a year or two ago. a company-sponsored social event that also funded drinks, food, and entertainment to encourage companionship amongst their biggest talents. there’s no doubt you weren’t the only pair found tangled in sheets together the next morning.
it was initially a spur-of-the-moment thing, fuelled by mutual attraction, opportunity, and convenience. that being said, it didn’t take long until getting naked together became a regular occurrence on the shared condition of no romance.
just friends who gave each other a helping hand when needed.
but unlike the other four, yeonjun is additionally aware of when soobin realised he had fallen in love with you. by the time all his thoughts had been consumed by you whenever you were gone, and by the time his body paid extra attention whenever you were near — palms sweating and heart racing in mundane situations they hadn’t before — it was too late.
months of questioning and denial of his feelings had boiled over into affecting his functioning in the group, and that’s when the younger had finally come to him in tears of frustration and fear over his misplaced affection.
because you’d made clear what the relationship was like for you: temporary. he was a dear friend and role model whom you wanted to stay close to for a long time.
as brothers, not lovers.
the blond disapproved of the cycle, obviously. once he’d convinced him he wasn’t an awful person for feeling normal human emotions from such emotionally-charged activities, he advised soobin to stop seeing you for his own sake. it was bound to happen to one of you; soobin caught the short end of the stick, is all.
you were none the wiser, and as a result, yeonjun harboured no ill feelings towards you. in fact, he’s glad it was you out of all the crazy and toxic people in the industry. but he seriously wished you were just a bit wiser to finally notice the dynamic had changed. it felt like his leader would follow you off a cliff if you asked him to, nicely or otherwise. that wouldn’t do well for anyone.
“just don’t stay too long; day one of promotions tomorrow.”
you had never once mentioned being interested in seeing anyone else for sex, though, and you’d never spoken of any romantic prospects. and if not him, then who? so despite his best interests, soobin holds onto the glimmer of a dream that you’ll end up reciprocating his feelings. as long as you had his body, and his yours, soobin was hopeful you’d fall for his mind too.
a hopeless fool.
“i know, hyung. don’t worry.”
when you open the front door, soobin appears dressed in his stage outfit, the sleeveless top half hidden by his zipped puffer jacket. despite your explicit texts detailing what you would do when you saw him, you’re still taken aback by the sight of his round, puppy dog eyes, already pleading for your touch.
“you’re seriously crazy, hyung, you know that?”
“you like it?”
“you fucking know i do. c’mere,”
you drag him into your dorm, crashing your lips on his. your hands fly to his ass, and when you come into contact with a smooth, tight material, you pull back.
soobin grins at you and slips off his coat to reveal everything. your reaction is just perfect, and he relaxes into you with a gasp when you pick him up, feet crossing by your back.
“fuck, you’re so strong,” his lust-filled praise shoots through you. you’re in your bedroom in no time, kissing and groping at the other the entire way. you throw soobin onto the side of your bed gently, and he bounces further in with a bright smile, legs spread wide.
“go on, show me.”
“bossy,” he slowly leans back onto his forearms anyway and unzips his jacket, the material hanging onto his wide shoulders easily. it slips down to reveal his toned physique and a teensy waist, the black tank left behind, and his left arm adorned with a black strap. you greedily take in the seductive sight.
he snaps into professionalism, but you know how he looks at you with so much passion in his narrowed eyes is real, tongue darting out to lick his plump lips.
your senior starts humming the intro to upside-down kiss as he lies down and slowly lifts his long legs into the air with his core strength, watching proudly as you follow his every move. enthralled, you sit close beside him and place a hand on his calves as they rise to support him, even if unnecessary.
when he reaches his cue, soobin locks his knees and flexes his crossed feet up high, starting to sing softly. even lying down and at a low volume, his key holds impressively, your ears ring in delight.
"in your eyes, the upside-down reflection of my face." his long arms move, right hand swiping under his eyes before dragging down his throat. he goes a little further than his part and collarbones, believing yeonjun's lyrics a fitting companion to the moment, "keep your eyes on me; baby, don't freeze."
like a spirit had overcome you, you find that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him even if you wanted to. your hand trails down to grip the underside of his closest thigh, fingers comfortably slotted in the tight gap.
"you're drooling." his eyes shine, dimples popping.
you swipe at your lips, "oh," you both laugh, yours a little more strained, like your boxers. how could someone exude so much sexual energy?
"wow, you like it that much?"
"you don't know how good you look, soobin hyung. ‘s dangerous." you part the older’s legs and get between them, leaning down to kiss him. he grabs your face and arches into your chest, letting space for your hands to hold his bare waist. "they'll let you do that live?"
he laughs at the memory of the conversation, "i didn't think it was that bad, but our managers said no way."
"not surprised," you push up and trail your hand down his defined abs to brush over his bulge and reach his thighs again, "too many gross fucks who'd get naughty ideas,"
"like you?"
"you want me to."
soobin doesn't reply, just reaches forward to take off his boots. you stop him and he raises an eyebrow. "don't make me say it," you whine.
"say it,"
"want you to keep them on. please."
"only because you're cute,"
"i'm more than cute," you retort, stepping off your bed to grab some lube. you kneel at soobin's bum after you pull off your clothes, knees on either side of the other's hips. oh, he of all people knew the different sides to you.
your dick is already hard and bobbing with life between your legs. you drizzle his inner thighs with lube until the material shines in the mood lighting. you prop your dick in the crease of his ass before pulling his legs up and around you, starting to thrust lightly.
"oh my god,"
"feels good?" you nod with furrowed brows. it felt really fucking good. his thighs were both firm and supple at the same time, and so goddamn warm. soobin's breath deepens as you start to moan quietly with each rock of your hips, crossing his feet to help.
by the way you stutter over yourself, eyes squeezing shut, he achieved his mission. he keeps his eyes on you as he wiggles his jacket off and out from underneath him. you’re not paying attention to his fidgeting, if anything only holding him tighter.
you grind into his thighs smoothly, almost slurring as the pleasure takes you aback, “feels like a toy.. but it’s you,”
soobin’s in awe at your brazen behaviour. you’re both wondering why you hadn’t done this before. he reaches for the device in his jacket pocket before throwing it onto the floor.
the next time you look up, you meet eyes with your senior's phone camera as he holds it up, taking the brunt of your heated gaze of lust and pleasure. a head of full black hair rests on his free hand, raising it enough that you can see his wide eyes.
a smirk grows on your face at his shock.
“what? you’re still surprised?”
the camera captures you to the pixel. he’ll be the first to admit it — his leather-clad legs look perfectly poised against your body, your strong arms looped across his thighs and ankles by your head. it probably felt the best on your end, but he was convinced he had the better view. the ghost of this image will haunt him every time he performs that dance. even so, he teases, “you’re so fucking needy, yn.”
“you did this to me — throwing your legs up in the air like that. you were basically asking to be used like this.”
he technically did plan for something along these lines, suggesting the dance move and putting together the details with the choreographer. a raunchy display, certainly, but soobin loved it. his fans loved this new side to him too, and most importantly, so did you.
“just wanted someone to slut you out, hm baby?”
the older whines and runs a hand through his hair when you see right through him, writhing in place. he can still remember moa's screams of giddy surprise from how they pierced his earpiece and momentarily drowned out the backing track.
“y-yeah! wanted you, i want you,”
you fuck into his thighs with strong hips, loose from years of dancing, and bite your lip at the pleasure engulfing your body. “want you too, hyung. i missed you,”
he whines again, this time deeper in satisfaction at your words. his phone’s state-of-the-art lenses catch every twitch of your expression, every breath from your lips, every squeeze of your hands on his legs at your most vulnerable. effortlessly erotic.
the angle from which he sees you suddenly makes the idol think about your fans — the ones who get to see you in person and go all out on stage, and the ones who take the fancams that capture your trained facial expressions and precise moves.
soobin wonders how many of them have touched themselves to fantasies of your looming over them like you did to him now. he champions himself because they didn’t get the real thing; only he did.
his mini-triumph stirs his arousal further, so he reaches down to finally touch himself, but you slap away his hand with a tut.
he groans but submits with pursed lips. soobin pretends to reject your words in a huff, settling with pinching at his hard nipples, “like you wouldn’t fuck any hole with two legs that looked at you.”
“ok, international pervert. think you’re forgetting that that’s you.”
one of your hands sinks lower, despite your snark, to undo his trousers. he watches you with a twinkle in his eye, rolling his hips as his hard cock springs out lively and unobstructed by his usual black boxers.
“no underwear? so dirty,” you laugh breathlessly at the realisation, hips snapping into his backside a little harder. the singer stifles his moan at the sting and grabs the sheets by his head, not helped by your heated gaze raking over his leaking sex like it’d be your last meal.
he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. if not exceedingly, and in more ways than one.
“yeah, m-made it easier for you.” his sighs, bow lips retaining their pout at your spell-bound look, letting his head roll to the side but keeping his eyes on you, half-lidded, “say thanks to hyungie,”
you take his phone from him and spin the camera so it can capture your point of view. soobin’s long and muscular legs descend in sleek leather, disturbed only by the movement of your big dick sliding back and forth easily with the excessive lube. the sound of your pelvis hitting his backside rings out against the walls. it’s wet, and messy, and raw.
a contract to his pale skin, his unbuttoned pants are dark and fall scruffy around his abandoned sex. as you spot his gorgeous cock on the screen, twitching in need, you moan from within your throat, looking up at him directly.
“thank you, soobinnie hyung.” your voice is deep and husky into the microphone, eyes near black with lust at his admission. “thighs feel so fucking good. looked so sexy on stage, couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you… hmmfph, ‘n getting to touch you— t-touch your pretty legs and cock…”
your rambling affects the seasoned performer in ways you remain unaware of. his chest blooms with colour quickly, breath deepening at your blatant pleasure — pleasure from him. bare-faced, you can see how his cheeks and neck flush with blood. his hips twitch in impatience, picking up off your bed slightly when he presses his legs together for any stimulation.
a whimper escapes you at the way his thigh muscles trap your cock in a silky, smooth heaven, head falling back. “ohhh, shit, shiiit,”
soobin takes his phone from your slipping grip, briefly stopping you to prop it up against your water bottle (a peeling yongmeong sticker he gave you decorates the outside, much to his satisfaction) on your bedside table so it can capture everything.
you readjust your position and haul soobin’s ass closer to you, suspending his lower half up in the air with just your arms and inner thighs. the fat of his ass spills over the waistband of his tight pants from your tugging. it’s frantic and unkept at best, but that's no issue for soobin, who still looks deathly alluring in all his rough, masculine charm. his efforts in the gym definitely didn’t go unnoticed.
you automatically splay your hand against the older’s tense and sweaty stomach when he settles again, but he just moves it down to his throbbing length, eyes big and round in appeal.
“baby, please,”
you settle back into your rhythm before you pick up his hefty sex, slow and leisurely like it was a matter of your own generosity, and rotate your wrist so the length rests in your palm, while your knuckles kiss his wispy happy trail.
soobin groans when you don’t wrap your fingers around him like he expected you to. rather, you regard his overlooked monster cock, blood-filled against his lower stomach and the black fabric of his pants, licking your lips. so pretty.
you’ve been through this rodeo countless times — no, you won’t touch him yet. his asshole twitches in mounting desire. he’s so hard. you can see how his face contorts with his growing desperation, and you give him a cunning smile, intimidatingly attractive.
“tell me how my cock feels, handsome.”
the older whines at your teasing question, at the expectation of him to fall into your hands. he’s stupidly sensitive, and his simple animal body is having trouble distinguishing between the act of you fucking his thighs versus you actually fucking him.
soobin knows, however, just how much better it feels when your dick is filling up his ass and pushing all the right buttons. your thumb has started swiping at the underside of his cockhead at this point; you can’t help it when it looks so pitiful, bright red and oozing his essence.
“a-ah, fuck!” his hand shoots down to grasp at your thigh, the other holds your wrist as your fingers dance over his tip. with every thrust, your hips hit his harder, his tall body starting to jerk up and down. his dick slides in and out of your loose fist with ease, and he finds it hard to form a reply. “it’s too—”
“too what? too little? you’re fucking wet like a girl, though, hyung. this really why you hid the dance from me? attention whore. i bet you’d like it if i fucked you like this on stage where everyone can watch us.”
where everyone could see how you used him. soobin whimpers, throwing his head from side to side, as if he wasn't yearning for that. you were mind-melting. your cockhead pokes through and relentlessly makes its presence known in your fervour.
you can feel yourself salivate at the lewd image of your lengths so close to each other yet so far, brushing over his ass and taunt balls when you push your weight against him.
in place of swallowing, you pucker up and spit directly on where he needs you the most, throbbing in your palm, drawing a violent moan and full body shiver from your fuckbuddy.
“you’re a prick! so mean!” he cries out when you laugh at him. but he stays right in place despite your scorching actions, fingers clawing at your hips and the sheets.
like a good boy.
your making fun has a way of keeping him running back, something like a stray dog. compelling him to savour your pets and eat from your open palm, even if it'd turn around to slap him in the face. yet soobin loved all the attention you paid him, teary-eyed and following as you grin wickedly where your bodies met each other.
he seriously did.
if it made you like this, he’d surprise you more often. first the killa, then love language, and now upside kiss, soobin was more than pleased with the results of his tight lips. your sustained approval meant more to him than anything else.
you glance up at his recording phone with your lip tugged between your teeth, capturing as you chase your pleasure with his sexy body. even with all of his whiny complaining, at soobin’s impressive obedience, you eventually realise he did in fact plan it all for you.
it makes your head spin violently, heat trickling down your neck. what a fucking loser. a fucking hot and horny loser. you have to do the same, already thinking of ways you could rile him up, only to make him wait for relief, like he’s done to you so often. you’d never done something on a scale that influenced group activities, having kept your work life and personal life (where he undoubtedly fell) separate.
the idol's actions were increasingly risky, but he did it for you. you kiss at calves, or where his calves would be over his chunky boots, as your mind is made up under the blanket of bliss. his breath shudders. his legs twitch under your bicep’s exertion, hips rolling up and down for something more, anything. you can feel it all.
“i’m gonna fucking cum, fuuuck,”
“g-get in me, right now.”
“nu-uh. want you like this.”
soobin almost sobs at your definitive reply; opposed yet willing. he needed you desperately, so desperately that he would let you have whatever you wanted if you stayed close. his fingers around your wrist squeeze to keep your hand wrapped around his cock — the least you could do, he compromised.
you listen well, finally tightening your fist and jerking him off fully. his cherry red chest surges in surprise, and his spine curves nimbly off your bed. your other arm is still wrapped around his thick thighs to hold his lower half in place, feet still diligently crossed by your head.
“fuck, yes! touch me just like that! need it— need you!”
he’s eternally grateful the two of you were alone. he couldn’t handle the walk of shame, knowing others had heard the sounds you pulled out of him, and how he threw his dignity away for you. his nails scrape down your lower back and ass, feeling the muscles ripple as they work hard to keep your hips moving.
you’re so loud too, moaning soobin’s name the loudest he thinks he’s ever heard you, and it races right through his body like a dam breaking. or perhaps it’s the blood rushing to his head from being upturned so long.
he bites his lip as the pressure wells up inside him. god, you looked so pretty — eyes crossing in pleasure and lips never closing as you let him know how good he made you feel. your cock is impossibly hard between his lean muscles, and you’re both right there… so close…
with a meek apology broken by your whines, you drop his length to press his thighs tighter around you, head rolling back as you take his body and push yourself to a powerful orgasm from just the friction of his legs.
soobin gasps and whimpers like a kicked puppy as he wills his own down, watching your cock squirt over his raging length and stomach when you push all the way in, greedy for it all.
“hyungie.. fuck…”
your hand falls to his hip and squeezes the pudgy flesh like it were a lifeline. the older’s eyes stay locked onto you while you fuck yourself through your high, fully drooling on his boots as your senses spin into overdrive. he’s rendered speechless at your messy display, almost in tears as his red and pulsing dick bobs in protest at the interruption.
no doubt he could push himself over the edge if he thought hard enough for a second longer, let his intense emotions for you finish off the job. he’s done it before — cum untouched just from pleasuring you, that is. but he doesn’t want that now.
no, soobin needed you.
“yn-ah…” he prompts hoarsely, sounding completely ruined from almost nothing.
you snap back into action even as you catch your breath, staring at him with an intense gaze. you pull off his boots one by one, before taking his pants by the waist and grappling them down, almost peeling them off because of how they stuck to his skin.
you crack a smile, but soobin is so dizzy with desire he’d probably pass out if he tried anything too much.
“wish you could see yourself,” you peer back up at his phone, curious about what angle you’d rewatch this heated moment from. his hips jerk into your stomach when you lower yourself down between his bare legs, kissing his blushing chest as you look up at him.
“want your mouth, suck me off,” the older commands restlessly, not knowing what to do with himself in such a state.
you kiss down his cum-stained stomach with a pleased smile and throw one of his legs over your shoulder, stroking the smooth skin. he takes the other thigh in his hand and pulls it up to his chest, spreading himself open.
his brown hole winks at you, and you lean down to kitten lick at his sweaty rim. meanwhile, you cover your fingers in your spend before you press your index finger into him slowly, watching his face relax at the much-needed stimulation.
“pretty baby,” you whisper and press worshipping soft and slow kisses on his juicy dick, “always so good f’me,” before you take his cock into your mouth.
“oh my fucking god,”
your finger prods around inside his gummy walls as you hollow your cheeks around his solid cock, and soobin just about wails in surprise at just how sensitive he was, his other hand flying to your hair.
he tugs like he wants to pull you away, yet his hips say otherwise, rutting into your mouth evenly. you make eye contact, slipping another finger into his tight ass and picking up the pace. his impressive length bulges your cheeks lewdly as you suck him off.
the older can’t stop the sinful noises he makes at the sight of you, your tongue eagerly working the underside of his dick at the same time you press on his prostate, sending his body haywire. if he had passed away right that second, soobin would’ve died a very happy man.
his leg tenses on your shoulder as he feels himself fall over the edge he’d been teetering on all day, ridiculously riled up from the anticipation of seeing you. his chest heaves at the pleasure consuming his body, throwing his head back like he was possessed.
soobin moans loudly and instinctively drops his leg to bite his hand, but it stays skillfully suspended in the air, the other pushing your head down into his pubes as he spurts his load into your warm throat.
your fingers don’t cease in curling inside him and rubbing at his sensitive spot fondly as he fills your mouth; soobin grows even more incoherent, back arching while his feet kick in the air and lips run on autopilot.
“so! good!!! fuckinloveyouyn! take—take my cumbaby! holy shit!”
you can barely make out your name among his cries of ecstasy, but everything from his lips sounded heavenly to your ears. his hole flutters around your fingers as they move inside him leisurely, toes curling when you don’t stop bobbing your head.
you grind lightly into your bed to satisfy your unsettled desire at his thrashing. your eyes are closed, face relaxed in bliss at how the tall man unravels beneath you. you’re careless with his seed, feeling too lazy to be clean, and thriving in the messiness of it dribbling from your lips down his dick. soobin was most definitely your number one guilty pleasure.
eventually he tugs on your hair, nerves tremoring across his entire body in the wake of releasing so much pent-up energy. you kiss your way up his exhausted body until you’re looming over him and slip your fingers out slowly, chuffed with your performance.
his black hair sticks up in random directions, looking completely and utterly wrecked, despite you barely touching him up there. like he can read your thoughts, the older pulls you down by the neck to kiss the soft smile off your face. and hide how lovestruck he knew he looked.
when your tongue reaches past his lips, the taste of his musk and cum fills his mouth. the taste of you, the taste of him in you, elevates his pride over the moon.
his legs tremble by your side as the blood flow finally returns to his feet in pins and needles. you run your hands up and down his sides gently, bundling closer to his body as you make out.
soobin revels in the feeling of your soft lips, moaning gently and wrapping his arms around you. you return one of your own, sighing into his mouth and rocking your naked body against his as you replay how you made him into mush. his desperation, his hold on you, how he twisted and turned, all of his pretty, passionate sounds…
“hold up, you said you loved me??”
soobin’s stomach drops at your question. he stares up at you with furrowed eyebrows and a confused pout, an adorable flush decorating his features. he said that?
worse than that, you heard him???
“did i? doesn’t ring a bell,”
“i think you did, at least. hard to tell from how loud you were moaning my name, hyung.”
“so what if i did, huh?”
“nothing!! don’t get defensive! if you did, then i would tell you i love you too! and i’m glad you’re here with me.”
soobin can’t find his words to respond, throat closing up with your casualness.
you’ve said it as friends before. not often, but enough to know the other meant it when he did. somehow, you still didn’t know just how much he meant it. he wondered if the video picked up on how bare he laid himself out for you, and not just physically. he slipped up, for sure.
your hand drifts to his chest absentmindedly, and you happen to feel the incessant thumping below his left ribs, racing like he’d just finished an encore concert. “whoa, your heart is beating so fast!”
he rolls his eyes and pushes you off of him at your clueless comment, turning his face away so you can’t see how his blush revitalised, “dude, you just had my feet up in the air for the past however long, and, and i’ve been up all day on my week with rehearsals and the showcase!” he complains rapid fire, before a thought occurs to him and he looks at you over his shoulder, “did you listen to our album yet?”
“of course! it was the first thing i did today, and then i made sure everyone else listened too!” you defend vehemently, grinning at soobin’s bashful smile as he imagines you getting your members to sit and pay attention. outside of his group, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were their biggest fan.
you shuffle closer to him, starting to play with the strap lacing his upper arm, just about surviving under the strain of his muscles. the skin around it pales under the pressure. you undo the buckle and slip it off, reaching over to toss it onto your desk.
“but seriously, you guys have outdone yourselves. you’ve all improved so much; i can feel this’ll be a big comeback. proud of you, hyung,”
the action combined with your sincere words makes his stomach ache with joy and grief at the same time. it’s nauseating. he gives the decor in your bedroom his attention so he can blink away the tears budding at his lashes.
you were so easy to love. considerate and caring without expecting anything in return. it’s only just short of cruel.
on a different night, he probably would’ve poked fun at how sappy and touchy-feely you were being, but truth be told, the leader needed to hear something like that. from you, specifically. not his members, or his staff, or his fans, or even other established artists. you.
soobin looks at you sat behind him from over his shoulder, propping his head up on his hand.
“thanks yn. then, what’s your favourite song so far?”
“hmm. besides upside down kiss, for obvious reasons… probably song of the stars — especially with the concept trailer — seriously so beautiful... you still need to explain your lore to me properly.”
“bro, you’ve been saying that for the past five years; i’m starting to think you don’t know it yourself.”
leader to leader, the older man gives you a nasty up-and-down. you laugh and push at his shoulder. you sympathise with endless meetings drilling your group’s storylines into your memory. but what other excuse could there be?
an unkept promise to keep you around.
“then seriously, i wanna know! moa keep talking about how touching and great it is,” you whine.
“umm?? i thought you were our fan?!”
“i am!!! but i’m also employed.” you knew the general gist, but who better to hear the full story from than the man himself? you decide to drop it for now, since work should never be the topic of pillow talk.
“favourite solo song?” he asks again, fiddling with your sheets.
“yours, obviously. when are gonna you take me for one? i shouldn’t have to ask, smh.” you flirt as you stand up and tug on your boxers, handing soobin your shorts to put on.
“i will, sometime soon.” another promise dropped like a coin into a wishing well.
as he takes it, soobin suddenly remembers the music shows he would need his pants for. the pants that were now covered in your cum and sweet-tasting lubricant. the stylists would already be mad he took it without permission (he didn’t actually ask), and even more pissed if it came back unwearable.
he squeezes his eyes shut with a groan.
“why, what’s up?”
“my stage outfit. i’m fucked.”
you take a closer look at the material and pick it up, cringing at the uneven weight where the evidence of your pleasure lies.
“i can clean most of it, i think, but it’d mean you’ll have to stay a bit longer. hungry? i have some leftovers.”
soobin hums in contemplation as he dresses amongst your disarrayed sheets, sitting up to grab his phone. it’s a little hot to touch as he stops the long recording and checks the time. past midnight.
he has an early work schedule for the next few days. comeback season was always rough. he could stay for another hour or two... and you’d call him a taxi back, as usual for the one hosting the other.
“uhn,” soobin nods eventually, stomach rumbling like a paid actor. the demands of his long day had finally begun to catch up to him, and he falls back onto your pillows.
you grin brightly at his answer. effortlessly, your handsome smile makes any concerns about his wellbeing tomorrow disappear from his mind. shit, he was so whipped over you.
you shimmy over to him with a boogie in your step. he laughs at your playfulness, growing when you bend over and kiss him softly. “yay, i like it when you stay. i know you’re busy so i appreciate it.”
“oh.. it’s n-nothing. i already told you; being with you feels like a getaway, like i’m resting.”
he sang his solo with only you in his thoughts. soobin always speaks his mind, honestly, for the most part. you do too. it's one reason why he likes you so much, among many others. because anytime he’s with you, time sits still. responsibility falls to the wayside and everything feels possible. it’s fitting sunday driver is your favourite song (he would’ve raised hell with the member you chose over him if not).
as he lies there in your sheets and gazes up at your face, smiling down at him, he can’t help but wonder where it is he falls out of your preference, when your minds and bodies are this in sync. is it all in his head?
“i feel the same way,”
do you?
not in the same way you would with someone you loved. not in the same way he felt about you. he questions in who you’d find the qualities he lacked, whatever it was in your opinion. what they had, he didn’t. why he isn’t the one you would choose in the end.
“i’ll be back in a sec. find something to watch? i wanna cuddle. love you binnie hyung.”
soobin’s chest flutters with every word you speak, nodding wordlessly and cupping your cheeks. his soul dances in excitement at the thought of a reality where you meant it how he longed.
he searches your eyes desperately for a hint of something, anything, that would give away your affection for him. urgent like the opportunity would slip away forever if he didn’t grasp it now. but you don’t seem to notice. even as you kiss his palm, the spark isn’t there.
you step out of the room before you can hear his shaky sigh at his fantasy shattering once more. soobin blinks and an unexpected tear escapes, hand scratching pathetically over where his heart cracks painfully inside him.
he confesses again, this time to no one but the listening ears of your bedroom walls, “i love you too.”
indeed i haven’t touched my other drafts in a while, sorry… but i’ve been possessed by need of soobin hole once again thanks to album drop. so this the peace offering i’m throwing to the barren sea of subby bottom txt
ive seen a lot of similar things but im in a brainrot so i must write or else ill explode
contains : ot5 x gn!reader (individually), sub!txt obvi, not that freaky tbh, umm not a lot more to be said it's pretty straightforward
soobin
- tee hee ache no not rlly
- we've all seen the MANYYY of videos of him saying he enjoys people being mean to him and when someone drives him crazy and being humiliated, etc...
- however dot comma i get the vibe he wants to be degraded out of thrill for the game
- i feel like he'll be soooo guilty if he's getting punished
- like yes he's a lil freak whose super turned on rn but he feels bad for making you angry even if your anger is really hot to him :((
- he'd just keep saying 'i'm sorry' 'didn't mean it' 'm a good boy' over and over again
- he's not cut out for the misbehaving lifestyle he's a certified #goodboy
- he do be liking the punishments a lil too much though like he's just a rough sex truther
- he wants to be spat on and thrown around but i think he'd prefer for it to be a reward cause he's peculiar
- wow obedient! i'm gonna edge you for a week now! LIKE WHAT
- but he loves it <//3 drooly baby just wants to show you how submissive he is
yeonjun
- well duh!
- it's mostly his mouth, he always running it
- saying he could dom you easily, that you don't do enough for him to be satisfied (a blatant lie)
- he just can't help himself and it doesn't help he gets even more spurred on by your amused eyebrow raise in response
- as for punishments... this might be a hot take but i feel like he is suchhhhh a crier and a whiner
- fat tears running down his pretty face while he thrashes against the restraints you put on him
- the fighting is just a front he is living his absolute BEST life
- if you see yeonjun bitching about 'let me out!' 'm not bad!' do not intervene he is right where he wants to be
- his mouth is just alwaysssss running but it's sooo untruthful and his body will always be honest with you :((
- i also think he prefers edging over overstim especially in punishments like ... that's a whole separate post let me put a bookmark in this
- lowk i think bad puppy, naughty boy, whore, etc turn him on soooo much more than good boy or positive petnames
- but in the end he always ends up giving in, no longer arguing or resisting but leaning into your touch instead <33
- he starts begging for mercy whilst twitching and shaking
- "i'm sorry im sorry ill be good for now on please" and there goes his mouth again...
beomgyu
- is grass green ahh question
- not a single good boy bone in his body and it's not just his mouth
- he's and evil bitch, intentionally flirting with people or not responding or disobeying you just to drive you crazy
- the freakiest freak of them and such a pervert all he can think about is getting absolutely wrecked by you the entire time
- more than punishments, he also just enjoys talking back to you and being sassy
- it's like a game except he loses everytime cause in the end whose the one crying while also begging for more... rightttt....
- again being a freak i think he will take whatever you give him and then complain it's not enough
- but it never lasts long before his pride is dropping, face down and shaggy hair covering his entire head as he's trying his best to take what he knows he can barely handle
- i also think he lovessss when you make him a pet during punishments makes him feel dirty and less than but in a good way
- this could be a whole other discussion for just him alone.. mmmm im tempted now
taehyun
- i'm gonna say no on this one too
- i think he's a complainer, but in the end he always does what you say
- he'll say that's a stupid rule, that you don't make sense, that it's unfair etc but he do it everytime
- ngl i know this is a sub!txt post but im soz i can only ever see tyun as a switch like i feel like he'd get sooooo boredddddd as only one or the other for too long
- i feel like he'd hate when you're a brat to him, so he'd never want to do that to you either ykwim
- he def has an attitude like he's not a good boy necessarily but at the end of the day he knows where his place is
- another hot take i personally feel like tyun would muchhhh rather have soft sex anyways
- he takes punishments like a champ tho
- but he'd much rather be giggly and tucked into your neck instead of given a cock ring and degraded
- overstim though... that's different
- hhhhh im getting sidetracked let me silence myself
huening kai
- the goodest boy in all the land
- i don't think he'd ever want to back talk you
- he don't take degradation well my baby just wants to be praised and cuddled and put on a pedestal
- i think he's might enjoy some of the previously mentioned things though like handcuffs and petplay
- hyuka would just rather have cuffs cause he's too touchy/needy, not because he's been a bad boy :((
- or petplay bc he's the best lil puppy who listens soooo well and gets a lil treat :3
- in conclusion everyone a good boy at heart and i will stick by that
- i might just be biased though cause i personally don't like brat taming but actually no as im writing this i will not concede i am right and you are wrong
