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