RAAHHH RANA WITH THE HITS EVERYTIME
Like, u got Soobin to use those vibrators on his pants before and during his performance, you're backstage while watching him live, turning on the vibrator at different levels in different times, maybe low level when he's talking with his fans, medium when he starts dancing and the highest level whenever it's his time to sing while he tries his best to concentrate and sing stable while trying not to get a boner or cum during the performance, while noticing the little details of how startled he gets whenever the vibrations starts again and waiting for his performance to end just to drag him to an empty room and finally fuck good
cw. sub leaning switch!soobin, creampie, premature orgasm, f!reader
note. happy valentines everyone ^^
âDonât cum.â is the last thing you whisper to his ear before you push him out to his fans with a smile, the roaring cheers really showing how big the turn out was tonight. You can tell with the way he turns back to you heâs asking for mercy, begging for it. You just opt to give him a thumbs up before shooing him away, at least to ease those nerves up. You wouldnât want him to cum simply from thinking about the toy around his cock.
Long story shortâyou donât give him mercy. What fun is that?
You watch the way he gets visibly comfortable the more the show progresses and its definitely because he noticed youâve been keeping the setting on low. It has you snort. Heâs such an open book, itâs the cutest thing about him. But itâs also his most vulnerable point.
Experimentally, you turn it up two, curious of how heâd react.
Thereâs other staff monitoring with you, so you put in the effort to pretend you have nothing to do with the small hiccup that occurs, scrolling through your phone as if you were busy.
Soobinâs voice cracks.
Itâs not a big deal, just something that happens that you donât think even the fans paid much attention to. You notice a lot more than that though when you look up from your screen.
For one, the tips of his ears are red. Really red. You know better, itâs not only because heâs embarrassed. If the fact that you can tell heâs letting his eyes glaze over a little with his mouth hung open when heâs no longer in the center was any indication.
You play with him like that a little more before you decide you might just be the greediest girlfriend ever. You turn it up to its highest setting, just to relish a little more in his little gasps heard in the micâ and god, the immediate reaction you get out of him is the most satisfying thing youâve seen all week.
Soobinâs eyes shoot wide open almost like hes shell shocked, his breathingâs even heavier, his cheeks are so brightly colored that it could no longer be excused as the bit of blush applied to his face half an hour agoâŠand he definitely looks like hes checked out. Thats when the comments from the people around you started to pick up.
âWhatâs wrong with Soobin today?â
âIs he sick?â
âShould we cut the ments short?â
âHe looks like heâs about to piss his pantsâŠâ â That one had you gigglr
While some were picking at their cubicles, wondering if this mightâve not been the smooth sail they were predicting this gig to be, you let that little small smile break seeing the very obvious boner outlined in his leather pants, leaving the crowd no room for imagination. Oops.
You can only shrug when youâre asked if you know what was up with your boyfriend. âWho knows, maybe its a bad day?â
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Heâs everywhereâhis lips kiss along your jaw then to your neck, sucking and kneading your bare tits at the same time. Heâs absolutely delirious tonight.
âYouâre so sweaty, grossâ you giggle, jokingly pushing him away but hes not having it, caging you until your bodies were flush agsainst each other to the point your breathing cut off momentarily, your head getting light headed.
âSomeoneâs excited.â you say breathily, attempting to be cheeky but it doesnât work as your resolve breaks almost immedietley when he sucks particularily rough on your flesh. Youâll have to spend some time covering it up when heâs done with you.
âIt hurts,â he whines in your ear, feverishly grinding his hard on like an absolute freak, still leaving wet spit on your vacant flesh. âYou were so mean to me, yâknow?â
âWas I? Thought I went a little easy on you out there.â you take it upon yourself to put your hand between your bodies and palm him over his pants, releasing a little bit of tension from his poor body. âMaybe youâre just weak. Canât stay focused on your job because all youâre thinking about is having your dick in my cunt instead, bad boy.â
He nods pitifullyâclearly absentminded, eyes teary and clouded as you thumb his tip over his pants, so shamelessly a wet spot spreads and grows under it.
âPlease. Let me fuckây-you.â his breathing staggers, trembles, you feel it against your face with how close he isâŠand itâs the hottest thing ever. For someone so usually composed, the leader of a band heâs apart of, well spoken and articulate, building tougher skin as time goes byâseeing him being weak in the knees so often, like this, dirty and desperate, never fails to have you drench your panties. He always manages to do it for you every time.
âBut babyâŠthereâs staff right outside this room.â you tease with a whine of your own, looking up at him with big eyes, toying with his shirtâ you know how the innocent look gets him.
âI donât care.â
Thatâs the snap, his voice uncharacteristically low and hoarse. You canât even get a word in before he has your teeth clash with how fast he props you up around his waist, your back slamming against the door, breathing heavily with his lips on yours, sloppy, fast, quick as he pulls out his cock. Itâs still intimidating how big it is, but you donât even get to think for any longer before he has your panties bunched to the side and the tip of his dickâs protruding your hole.
He doesnât wait like he usually does, he doesnât even wait to catch his own breath, biting down on your bottom, languidly bottoming out in one go. You squirm at how full you feel despite how easy it went in, oxygen feeling like a second priority now. âGod, fuck, youâre made for me.â he breathes out in awe staring at where you connect, âYou take me so well now, look at your pussy babyâ he babbles against your lips.
You canât. You canât. Your eyes burn with tears, you have no clue whats gotten into you, you could only think of the pleasure and pain of the stretch as he finally moves, thrusting up, his speed getting erratically faster by the second, until you have him buried in your tits, licking and kissing all over them like a dumb dog. Then you hear his muffled groan, and know.
âBinnieâŠ?â you chuckle hoarsely.
âSorryâŠâ he whines, hiding in your boobs. âYou teased me too much up there.â Jesus christ why do you still find him so adorable despite him cumming embarrassingly fast today. Its okay, youâll have your way with him when you actually get back home later.
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happy chinese new years!!!!!
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OMG STOP IM KIKCKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING AT THIS (delusional.) THANK U SOO MCUH ARI I ENJOYED THIS SOO MUCH đđđđ
EVERYONE GO CHECK OUT ARIS EVENT TO GET ANALYSIS LIKE THISđ«¶
this is for your launch event!! (sorry for the last ask i was on a airplane when the post came out đ„čđ)
but anyways my friends most commonly describe me as a person whoâs looks dont match their personality as in i apparently look super sweet, cute and approachable but have the exact opposite personality (đđ)
a lot of people also describe me as intimidating because im blunt but i swear im nice đđđ (i feel like im insulting myself now LMFAO) another common thing i hear is that iâm mean but secretly nice. OH and also that i never compliment people so when i do they know its genuine HELP đđ
my hobbies are drawing and anything creative honesty, i love cooking and ice skating or things that get me moving like dancing and sports!! my favourite colours are pink and ocean blue,, my fashion sense is like the igari makeup style and i have a pretty feminine energy!!
i would like to be paired with either enhypen or txt thank youuu đ«¶
A/n: Thank you for submitting this for my event! This is no nice of you :) anyways, I decided to pair you up with someone from txt so I hope thats okay! Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
I pair you withâŠ.Soobin!!
As soon as you talked about your personality, I immediately know soobin would be perfect. He is a little more on the shy side and doesnât really like to take charge in situations but you seem like you would do all that in a heart beat.
If he canât make a choice on what to have for dinner, youâre able to just sweep in and make a choice. Then hes looking at you with these big, lovesick eyes because that reminds him why hes so in love with you
I also feel like he would really like your fashion/makeup style. I think soobin really likes cute girls and you seem to fit that description. He would be so excited if you buy some clothes and make up and do a fashion show or a makeup demo for him. He would practically beg. âCome onnnn. Please??â He gives you his best cute face and how can you say no to him at that point?
I feel like your personalities are very contrasted and that is perfect. Soobin seems like someone that cannot be with someone that is too similar to him or he would quickly loose interest. You bring a little change up to his life.
He loves your honesty. It makes him blush when you go up to him and tell him what you honestly think of his look that day, even if its not a very good opinion.
âSoobin, that outfit is no matching at all. Go change.â
âTeehee. Okay :)â
He would also be very supportive of your hobbies, especially ice skating. He would take you on skating dates and would watch in awe if you show him any tricks you know how to do. He would ask you to show him how to do something simple and when he falls on his butt, you pick him up and hes blushing.
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SHDFHSAHSDA AHHAHAHA I WAS WAITING FOR U TO SEE THE FIC ANDFJSFS
â bullying him pt.3 | sub soobin
part 1 | part 2
tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, possessive reader, mentions of possessive acts, pet play slightly, dubcon, tons of public humiliation, public sex, bullying, mutual pinning with heavy denial, both are obsessed for each other, unhealthy relationships, reader is pretty sadistic, foot on crotch, exhibitionism, handjob, multiple orgasms, public fondling, fluff at end
tag: @zuzuhasablog
you tapped an impatient foot on the ground, periodically checking your phone for the time. he was late by 2 minutes now, and you feel your irritation rise as you type snarky texts to him. how was it that you were the one who came early to the pity date? it was seriously ridiculous. shouldnât he be on time to the date he looked forward to?
yn: where tf are you?
loser: im sorry im sorry im so sorry im coming right now
yn: im going to pull your hair out when i see you mutt.
loser: im sorry please forgive me
if it turned out that he had stood you up, you were seriously going to rain hell on him. heâs going to get shoved into the locker, have his hair roughly grabbed and face thoroughly punched until heâs bloodied and bruised. though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a punishment compared to your usual bedroom activities with him. he would probably enjoy the process too; as it meant all your attention was on him. you realised after a bit that he really was a desperate. masochistic. mutt. (or maybe he just craves your validation that badly)
just as you were cursing him out in your mind, you see a tall figure in the distance, stumbling and running towards you like the loser he is. you can tell he spots you as well because he quickly turns to the nearest reflective surface to fix his appearance and hair; even popping a mint in his mouth before running up to you. his face was pink, probably from the exerciseâ his plump lips pressing into an apologetic smile.
âsorry, iâm sorry iâm late.â he was slightly out of breath from running.
âsorry? fucking mutt. do you not respect my time? if you were any later i wouldâve stood your ass up.â you shove him by the shoulder and he looks at you like a kicked dog.
he shakes his head profusely at your accusation, desperately trying to get back into your good favours.
ânoâ no! iâm, i, iâm so sorry. i respect your time, iâm so dumb i know.â
soobin degrades himself as he chews at his bottom lip, hoping he didnât upset you enough for you to leave him. he had been thinking about this date all night, he could barely even get any sleep. if he messes up now heâll never forgive himself!
ââyou, you look amazing by the way.â he stammers, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.
âi always look like this.â you deadpan, you didnât bother to dress up more than you usually do in your school uniform. the most you did was pick out a simple, trendy outfit and brush your hair. bare minimum really.
âyeah you always look- i mean no, not that you donât look amazing, always, because you do! but you look extra. amazing. compared to, usualâŠâ he awkwardly stammers, making it worse for himself. he decides to just shut up before he embarrasses himself more and you ghost him.
âshut up and start walking, you loser.â
he follows behind you eagerly, glad you still want to hang out with him even after the most embarrassing stumble of his life. though to be honest, he stumbles like this quite a lot, and for some reason, you tolerate it (with only a few snide comments here and there). it was a few quiet seconds of walking, him being too afraid to speak up and you taking sly glances at him.
âwhy were you late?â you break the air, his head was lowered the entire walk, but he raises his head with your question. he was clearly nervous and sheepish as he averted his gaze.
âi⊠was picking an outfit.â
you give him a doubtful look and he continues, stuttering. âiâ i didnât know what style you liked. and⊠and i was trying to comply to your requests.â
ohhh... right, the request. you snicker to yourself. you forgot about that. it was just a small throwaway statement you texted him with no real thought behind it. you wanted to see if he would really follow through or not.
âso? show me.â
heâs nervous again, arms bracing himself as he glances around to check for people. soobin mentally hypes himself up before he pulls down his white turtleneck, showing you the silver collar around his neck. you cover your mouth with an audible pfft, laughing at him and he quickly rolls his turtleneck back up. god he was so foolish, but so obedient and cute.
âand? what about my other request?â
he looks at you wide eyed, stammering. âi, i canât show you that!â
âdid you do it?â
he blushes, hands clutching the edge of your hoodie, looking at you through his bangs. âplease not hereâŠâ
he begs and you feel your heart soar. fuck, who taught him to act so cute? since when did the nerd know how to play sly? you clutch his crotch to feel for his cock and he silently whimpers.
âyou didnât wear any underwear, good boy.â
he trembles, moving away from your touch to look around, hoping no one caught you two. but his heart was in his throat and he was so excited about the praise you gave. so you liked what he did? he was over the moon. âgood boyâ, he repeated in his head. âgood boyâ.
it was unbearably adorable watching the cogs in his head malfunction, and you had to control yourself from ravaging him right here and there. you take the moment to appreciate his appearance, it was pretty obvious without him having to say so that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. he was wearing stylishly rimmed glasses, a jean jacket with a soft-lined collar, a white turtleneck and black pants. he also managed to get his hair under control, bangs carefully styled and curled.
you always thought he had looks, but this just proved how stunning he could look if he cleaned himself up. everyone else seems to agree too, and you notice the unsubtle glances thrown towards soobin. he stands out, tall and lean with a bunny-like charm. a few girls whispered and giggled, clearly blushing about him. but the attention twisted something dark in your chest, it grasped and dug its filthy nails into your heart. you wanted to lock him in your room and never let him see the light of day ever again. it was an insane thought process, deranged and unhinged. he wasnât supposed to be anything more than a victim. you needed to get a grip.
you clutch his wrist tightly, pulling him along so he walks faster. he winces at the hold but lets you roughly handle him because itâs almost like you two are holding hands. he stares longingly at your hand and his, wishing you would interlock them again like you did yesterday. when you reach the mall, you watch with silent satisfaction as his eyes rake over the stores. there was a subtle pride you felt seeing him enjoy the choice you made.
âwe have some time to kill before the restaurant reservation.â
he looks at you, eyes wide and plump lips smiling, you could almost see his irises sparkling. stupidly hopeful eyes. âyou made a reservation for me?â
âdonât look at me like that. i just dont want to wait in line.â
he turns his gaze back to the front as you demand, but you can tell he is still giddy, ecstatic that you put even a sliver of effort into the date. it really didn't take much to satisfy him. even the slightest attention had him trembling. the two of you explore the mall, and naturally, soobinâs nerdy ass is drawn to the anime and manga stores. you tail behind him, mindlessly noting each thing he stares or geeks at.
while he was shuffling through the array of mangas, you pick out a shirt with a few familiar characters on it; you faintly remember soobin mentioning this show when you asked about his phone background. you tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, pointing to the shirt. âisnât this your favourite anime?â
âoh! itâs limited edition!â he gasps out, excitement in his tone. taking the shirt from your grasp. his eyes widen in glee as he examines the details. the joy didn't last however, and soon he was putting the shirt back on the racks with a meek smile.
you raise an eyebrow âthought you liked it, nerd?â
he shyly looks at you, âyeah, but itâs too expensive.â he admits, clearly embarrassed. he feels like he was parading around his misfortune, look at this loser! no friends, no lover and now he doesnât even have money. choi soobin, born on this earth and destined to be a loser.
âiâll buy it for you.â your words cut through his thoughts. his cute hopeful eyes look up at you, and you interrupt him before he could utter out another word.
âbut, you need to try it on for me first.â you continue, a pointed look on your face.
he pause for a second, the request was innocent enough, right?
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he shouldâve known, nothing was innocent with you. that's why heâs standing in the middle of the changing room with you sitting in the corner. a smirk on your lips.
âstrip.â
he hesitates, but slowly shrugs off his jean jacket, heâs done this many times in front of you, and youâve explored every nook and cranny his body can offer. but he never ceases to feel shy in his own skin, especially when you observe him like a collector would with a jewel. maybe its the setting thatâs making him bashful, it feels borderline illegal to do such an act in the mall. even though many people have stripped down naked in the changing room, the way you make him feel is so sinful.
he takes off his turtleneck, exposing his bare chest, the silver collar complimenting his pale skin beautifully. it wasnât much of a striptease and more of an activity he had to get over and done with, but it was still extremely arousing for you. watching him debase himself in his casual clothing. normally you only saw him in his school uniform (bruised, injured, crying, fucked out of his mind and all other similar variants), but watching him in his own clothing made you feel so much more powerful. like you had control and dominance over him even outside of school.
he awkwardly stands in the middle, half-naked. waiting for your next command. it didn't even take that much to train him! naturally so obedient.
âtake off your pants too.â
he whimpers at this, clutching at his pants but not making a move. he begs you with his eyes, take pity on him please! not here!
âiâm⊠not wearing anything underneathâ
âi know, take it off.â
âi, i, no, itâs.â he stammers, sweaty hands staining his pants.
âno? are you saying no to me?â
he shivers at your tone, nervously gulping. this didn't seem good at all. âiâ!âhis ears ring, reverberating in his chest. his right cheek was stinging red. âwhââ
you slap him again.
âmutts donât talk.â
he shuts up at this, tears threatening to spill onto his glasses. you pull him forward by the silver collar and he helplessly stumbles as you tug him around. you observe the red slap marks on his cheeks, intertwined with his blush.
âyouâve been disrespectful since the beginning of the date. first you show up late and now you refuse to do something so simple? are you trying to make me mad choi soobin?â
he shakes his head desperately, a tear slipping down. he must be the lowest scum of the earth, because the rougher you treat him, the tighter his pants get. he isnât a masochist he swears, but your attention (no matter good or bad) on him feels so good. he was so touch and attention starved, desperate for any kind of recognition from you.
âiâll only repeat myself once, strip.â
he stumbles up, shaky hands quickly peeling his pants off his legs. his already hard cock embarrassingly erect and dripping the moment itâs exposed.
âlook at that.â you coo, slapping his dick, making precum drip to the floor as he cries. âpretending to be so shy and innocent while youâre sporting a rock hard boner.â
he snivels pathetically, shaking his head and making his hair tousle around. the silver collar glints like a gem in the light. you chuckle cruelly. âokay, put your limited edition shirt on now.â
he bites back a whimper, he wanted you to touch him so bad. but he obediently slips on the shirt, it feels so dull against his skin, barely covering his cock. soobin rubs his thighs together, now more interested in you rather than the shirt. he wanted you to adore and spoil him, hell, spank him and hurt him tooâ just anything!
as if you read his mind, your hand reaches out, before you could even touch him, he starts trembling. you pull back with an amused smile and he immediately begins to cry and beg.
ânoâ no please touch me please touch me iâm sorry, i, i wanna, i wanna be good for you please!â
âbunny canât even keep quiet?â you tease, putting your hands behind your back and he whines. the nickname thumping in his heart.
he starts again, though this time he tries to control his voice, suddenly aware that you two were still in publicâ only hidden away by a thin curtain. his bottom lip quivers as he moves closer to you, fingers meekly reaching out to grasp your hoodie. he leans his head on your chest and a small weak whisper escapes his pink lips.
âyou already own me⊠so please just touch meâŠâ
a shiver runs down your spine, holy shit this was dangerous. playing sly at first and now coy? he had an effect on you that you werenât sure you liked. âi get it already so shut up and come here.â you lowly groan, pulling his body flush against yours. he tremors out a whine as you roughly grab his cock. he couldnât complain though, because your warm hands were embracing him and touching him exactly where he wants. he melts in your hold, face comfortably nestled in the crook of your neck as you played with his cock. his groans and whines die down in your shoulder, and the way you thumbed his slit was almost domestic.
fuck what was this pathetic man doing to you? here you are in the changing rooms, letting this loser hug and sniffle into your shoulder as you jerk him off. the whole situation was bizarre and you were starting to feel lightheaded. weren't he supposed to be the one servicing you?
you press down on his cockhead particularly hard and he cries into your neck, biting the collar of your hoodie as you slide his cock underneath the limited edition shirt, rubbing him with the friction of the fabric. this sets him off, the motion just felt way too good, he keens into your fist, panting into your shoulder as he holds your hoodie tightly.
it was taking a little more than usual to make him orgasm, normally you would describe his orgasm speed as 'embarrassingly fast', but he seemed to be holding out for some reason. you give his cock an experimental squeeze and he just digs his face into your neck more. then it hits you, you havenât given him permission yet. could he have been waiting for your verbal confirmation? maybe that's why he was squinting his eyes so tightly and biting down on your collar. just the thought itself sparked heat in your lower regions. it satisfied you more than you would like to admit.
so you lean down to where he was tucked, breath touching his ear.
âcome for meâ
it was a simple test on a guinea pig, cause and effect.
you eye him down as his body quivers, face flushing a thousand shades of red with an embarrassing amount of saliva wetting your hoodie collar. right after the command he releases, cock jittery and shaky as it spurts out come into the limited edition shirt. he finally lets go of your hoodie, taking a second to gain back his strength. when he comes to clarity, you can see the panic set in his throat. staring at the ruined limited edition shirt.
"what do we do? it's dirty now!"
"we buy it, what else?"
he hesitates and you raise a brow.
"but, the, cashier she might, see this."
he vaguely gestures to the come stain on the shirt, right above his now flaccid cock.
"so? hurry up and change."
soobin seems troubled at your nonchalant response, but changes back to his outfit as you asked, timidly holding the ruined limited edition shirt. you shove the dollar bills in his hand.
"go up to the cashier, and pay."
somehow he summons up the courage to walk up to the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick making contact with the rough jean fabric each time he took a step. it was all smooth at first, he let the cashier scan the item (making sure the stained patch was hidden), paid with the cash and felt the relief of freedom just as the cashier took the shirt to bag.
only for her to pause, soobin feels his palms clamber with sweat. she was staring at the shirt, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes meet back with his.
"sir, it seems this shirt is stained."
god please just strike him down already.
"oh." he feels so dumb, only able to let out a sound in response. his tongue wasn't cooperating, how was he going to explain? what could he say? what should he say?
"ugh," the sound of exasperation makes him jolt. she's disgusted. she's definitely disgusted and he can never show his face in this store again.
"âit seems like the only one in stock. i'm so sorry for that sir."
she still doesn't know a thing. his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. "it's, it's alright." his words came out weaker than he would've liked.
"are you sure siâ"
"yes! yes! please give me that!" he couldn't help his sudden outburst, snatching the item from the poor lady's hands and running off in the opposite direction. he was dying from humiliation and his feet carried him like the wind over to you. he bit back tears as he faced you, bashfully showing you the receipt. it was times like this when he wishes he wasn't so tall, it would be so much easier to hide away in shame.
"what happened?" your introspective voice came through, he could hear your smirk.
"she saw the stain" he had to use all his willpower not to cry, hands clutching onto the shirt tightly. it was humiliating to admit, but a small part of him felt relief in his confessionâ as if the natural progression was for you to give him comfort and ease his anxieties.
"look at you soobin, so embarrassed and ashamed of your come stained shirt." you coo in your familiarly condescending yet comforting tone and he folds, nodding in agreement, tears brimming in his eyes. you rub his cheek, which was still red from the slap. it was such a surprisingly caring act that surprised both you and him, but he melted into your touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you were so obedient bunny, let's go to the restaurant." he dumbly bobbed his head at the nickname. all he could think was how the humiliation was so worth the reward.
ââ
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the cafe was packed, but it wasn't a big problem in the private booth. you tap your finger on the counter as you watch soobin go through the menu for the fifth time now. indecisive was his middle name.
"hurry up."
"what do you want?"
he's asked this for a millionth time now, could he really not decide without your input? the waiter has been standing there for a good minute. "dude, just choose what you want already. i'm getting impatient."
he purses his lips in clear panic, pointing to a random food item on the menu. "i'll, i'll have this!"
"an extra spicy jjamppong coming up." the waiter escapes quickly, leaving soobin with an exasperated and intimidated expression after having his order read out for him.
"what? loser can't handle spice?" you tease. he looks at you with a frown.
"i can eat spice!"
"right." the conversation ends there, but you weren't just going to just let him off like that. the table was so nicely set up after all, such a thick tablecloth.
"soobin, pull down your pants."
he immediately widens his eyes, looking around rapidly to see if anyone heard. "i, i don't know i,"
"calm down, no one can see under the tablecloth. pull it down." you rest your foot on his inner thigh, signalling to him. he lets out a shaky breath. your grin broadens as his hands travel down, shuffling his pants down to his knees. still paranoid, he takes another glance at the other customers.
you focus on something else entirely, your trailing foot to his exposed crotch to be exact. when the leather of your soles makes impact with his naked cock he wails before slapping a hand over his mouth. his thighs instinctively clamp around your foot, shivering and shaking his head.
"mean, you're mean."
his bottom lip was quivering, thighs still clamped tightly as you pressed your foot down harder. "please." he whispers.
"hm?"
"please please pleâ"
"here's your orders." the waiter interrupts with both of your orders, soobin glances at the man with terrified eyes, looking over at you in a silent prayer.
you smile graciously (you press harder on his cock) as you take the plates (his thighs shake and you rub your foot ever so slightly), what a nice waiter, of course, you had to start a conversation! (he tried to control his panting but his face was a scarlet red), turns out the waiter was born in japan, how very interesting (you start going in a circular motion and soobin nearly keens), his father met his mother during a road trip! (you knew from his expression that he was already leaking onto your shoes), wow and he's fluent in three languages (soobin's thighs are spasming and you were rubbing him hard, you can tell he couldn't hold it in anytime soon).
"it all started when i encountered a multilingual tourist as a child."
the conversation was a little redundant now, wasn't it? you were talking to the waiter, yet staring intensely at soobin in the eyes, a snicker on your lips. "come again?" you press down, and his body shudders, thighs so tightly squeezed around your foot it could almost cut circulation, he was curled in ever so slightly. shivering in the aftereffects of his second orgasm today.
"huh?" the confused tone of the waiter piques.
"nevermind, thank you for your time."
the waiter leaves, slightly befuddled by the conversation. while you turn your attention back to soobin who is breathing heavily with red-tinted cheeks.
"wow, orgasming in a public space again, what a perv."
the words hit him hard in his chest and tears drop from his eyes, he could only let out a small 'sorry' in shame before dropping his head down. his sleeves come up to desperately wipe at his eyes and save some face, at least it was all over now and he could enjoy his meal in peace, hopefully!
"can... can i pull my pants back up now?"
"hmm can you?" you tease, and he pauses, unsure of how to approach the situation.
"can i please?" some begging would do the trick, right?
"you can if you jerk yourself off."
he pouts, and more tears drop on the table as he squeezes his thighs around your foot. but he obediently slides his hands down to try and make himself hard again. his cock was so so so sensitive to the sensation, but limp in his hands. it hurts to stroke, it hurts to touch. the longer it took for him to get it up the more he frowned and panicked.
finally, you had enough, you were just playing with him anyway, so you slide your foot off with a chuckle. he looks at you in confusion.
"i was joking dumbass, put your pants back on."
you dig into your food, and soobin follows suit right after he shuffles his pants back on, looking up at you hesitantly. though the moment the food touched his tongue, all he could think wasâspicy! now he was crying for an entirely different reason, he was never the strongest spice contender, and this was another league of spice.
you notice his discomfort, laughing when he ducks his head down. "too spicy?"
"no..." he responds, surprisingly stubborn on this matter. he pettily eats another spoonful of noodles (swiftly to regret it). you just roll your eyes, watching him eat in amusement.
ââ
â
the date ended smoothly after, nothing else notable happened (other than some pervy touches and teasing from your side), back at your room again (it was a common occurrence for the two of you to stay in your room, he told you once he didn't enjoy staying in his home).
you flopped onto your bed while soobin shuffled in, putting his things neatly to the side and closing the door behind him. he stared at you as you typed messages to your friends (they had been filling up your notifications all day because you were ignoring them), he awkwardly stood near the foot of the bed.
"uhm, i, thank you, for today. i had fun." he starts bashfully.
"so you don't have fun with me every other day?" you deadpan and he stutters, being caught off guard.
"nâno that's, not what iâ"
"i wasn't serious, idiot."
he shuts his mouth quickly, silent again and unsure of how to start up another conversation.
"god you're such a loser. look in that bag over there." you break the air, pointing to a grey bag you had been carrying for the whole day. he was curious about it but wasn't brave enough to ask. so when you gave him the go-ahead he didn't hesitate to dig his hand in. when he pulled out a box containing a figurine from his favourite anime, clear confusion was evident in his face.
"i didn't know you likedâ"
"no shithead it's for you."
his mouth drops open, bunny-like eyes widening as your words start to register in his head. instantly he lights up visibly, smiling uncontrollably as he admires the figurine in his hands. it wasn't anything crazy, was rather affordable compared to the prices of other figurines, but soobin's heart soared at the gift and he felt like he was on cloud nine. you didn't pay attention to his reaction, or that's how it seemed, because you were secretly staring at every differing expression on his face.
"thank you... i, thank you so much..."
"it's not even a big deal, you're so dramatic."
but it was a big deal for soobin, he tenderly held the gift in his hands. this was the first time he's gotten anything from anyone other than his parents and occasionally aunt and uncle. it really did feel like the two of you were dating, even if nothing is official and the most accurate label on the relationship was 'bully and victim'.
"can i unwrap it?"
"i don't care."
he slowly unwraps the gift, taking the figurine out of the box carefully as he begins to admire all the details of the sculpture. you, on the other hand, admire him, no matter how much you deny it, there was something so addicting about both his happiness and pain. it hooked you on like a drug.
"sleep over."
he knew what you meant, in a seemingly harmless phrase. it often happened like this, an insignificant and passing statement. strange in retrospect, you were his bully and the door was right there, if soobin wanted to, he could make a run for it.
but the both of you knew he wouldn't. your attention was almost an obsession to him, no matter how good or bad.
"okay."
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NANA UR SUB NERD SOOBIN FICS R DRIVING ME CRAZYYY I JS READ ALL OF THEM AND IM LITERALLY GOING INSANE OML ITS AMAZING
OMG U DONT UNDERSTAND IM LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR AND GIGGLING AT THIS LIKE A HIGH SCHOOL ANIME GIRL!!!
THANK U SO MUCH UR COMMENT MEANS SM TO ME ILL NEVER LET NERD SOOBIN GO đ„č
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he has no reason to look this fucking good in black eyeshadow my jaw is clenched and i either need him to kneel or I'LL KNEEL
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â bullying him pt.3 | sub soobin
part 1 | part 2
tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, possessive reader, mentions of possessive acts, pet play slightly, dubcon, tons of public humiliation, public sex, bullying, mutual pinning with heavy denial, both are obsessed for each other, unhealthy relationships, reader is pretty sadistic, foot on crotch, exhibitionism, handjob, multiple orgasms, public fondling, fluff at end
tag: @zuzuhasablog
you tapped an impatient foot on the ground, periodically checking your phone for the time. he was late by 2 minutes now, and you feel your irritation rise as you type snarky texts to him. how was it that you were the one who came early to the pity date? it was seriously ridiculous. shouldnât he be on time to the date he looked forward to?
yn: where tf are you?
loser: im sorry im sorry im so sorry im coming right now
yn: im going to pull your hair out when i see you mutt.
loser: im sorry please forgive me
if it turned out that he had stood you up, you were seriously going to rain hell on him. heâs going to get shoved into the locker, have his hair roughly grabbed and face thoroughly punched until heâs bloodied and bruised. though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a punishment compared to your usual bedroom activities with him. he would probably enjoy the process too; as it meant all your attention was on him. you realised after a bit that he really was a desperate. masochistic. mutt. (or maybe he just craves your validation that badly)
just as you were cursing him out in your mind, you see a tall figure in the distance, stumbling and running towards you like the loser he is. you can tell he spots you as well because he quickly turns to the nearest reflective surface to fix his appearance and hair; even popping a mint in his mouth before running up to you. his face was pink, probably from the exerciseâ his plump lips pressing into an apologetic smile.
âsorry, iâm sorry iâm late.â he was slightly out of breath from running.
âsorry? fucking mutt. do you not respect my time? if you were any later i wouldâve stood your ass up.â you shove him by the shoulder and he looks at you like a kicked dog.
he shakes his head profusely at your accusation, desperately trying to get back into your good favours.
ânoâ no! iâm, i, iâm so sorry. i respect your time, iâm so dumb i know.â
soobin degrades himself as he chews at his bottom lip, hoping he didnât upset you enough for you to leave him. he had been thinking about this date all night, he could barely even get any sleep. if he messes up now heâll never forgive himself!
ââyou, you look amazing by the way.â he stammers, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.
âi always look like this.â you deadpan, you didnât bother to dress up more than you usually do in your school uniform. the most you did was pick out a simple, trendy outfit and brush your hair. bare minimum really.
âyeah you always look- i mean no, not that you donât look amazing, always, because you do! but you look extra. amazing. compared to, usualâŠâ he awkwardly stammers, making it worse for himself. he decides to just shut up before he embarrasses himself more and you ghost him.
âshut up and start walking, you loser.â
he follows behind you eagerly, glad you still want to hang out with him even after the most embarrassing stumble of his life. though to be honest, he stumbles like this quite a lot, and for some reason, you tolerate it (with only a few snide comments here and there). it was a few quiet seconds of walking, him being too afraid to speak up and you taking sly glances at him.
âwhy were you late?â you break the air, his head was lowered the entire walk, but he raises his head with your question. he was clearly nervous and sheepish as he averted his gaze.
âi⊠was picking an outfit.â
you give him a doubtful look and he continues, stuttering. âiâ i didnât know what style you liked. and⊠and i was trying to comply to your requests.â
ohhh... right, the request. you snicker to yourself. you forgot about that. it was just a small throwaway statement you texted him with no real thought behind it. you wanted to see if he would really follow through or not.
âso? show me.â
heâs nervous again, arms bracing himself as he glances around to check for people. soobin mentally hypes himself up before he pulls down his white turtleneck, showing you the silver collar around his neck. you cover your mouth with an audible pfft, laughing at him and he quickly rolls his turtleneck back up. god he was so foolish, but so obedient and cute.
âand? what about my other request?â
he looks at you wide eyed, stammering. âi, i canât show you that!â
âdid you do it?â
he blushes, hands clutching the edge of your hoodie, looking at you through his bangs. âplease not hereâŠâ
he begs and you feel your heart soar. fuck, who taught him to act so cute? since when did the nerd know how to play sly? you clutch his crotch to feel for his cock and he silently whimpers.
âyou didnât wear any underwear, good boy.â
he trembles, moving away from your touch to look around, hoping no one caught you two. but his heart was in his throat and he was so excited about the praise you gave. so you liked what he did? he was over the moon. âgood boyâ, he repeated in his head. âgood boyâ.
it was unbearably adorable watching the cogs in his head malfunction, and you had to control yourself from ravaging him right here and there. you take the moment to appreciate his appearance, it was pretty obvious without him having to say so that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. he was wearing stylishly rimmed glasses, a jean jacket with a soft-lined collar, a white turtleneck and black pants. he also managed to get his hair under control, bangs carefully styled and curled.
you always thought he had looks, but this just proved how stunning he could look if he cleaned himself up. everyone else seems to agree too, and you notice the unsubtle glances thrown towards soobin. he stands out, tall and lean with a bunny-like charm. a few girls whispered and giggled, clearly blushing about him. but the attention twisted something dark in your chest, it grasped and dug its filthy nails into your heart. you wanted to lock him in your room and never let him see the light of day ever again. it was an insane thought process, deranged and unhinged. he wasnât supposed to be anything more than a victim. you needed to get a grip.
you clutch his wrist tightly, pulling him along so he walks faster. he winces at the hold but lets you roughly handle him because itâs almost like you two are holding hands. he stares longingly at your hand and his, wishing you would interlock them again like you did yesterday. when you reach the mall, you watch with silent satisfaction as his eyes rake over the stores. there was a subtle pride you felt seeing him enjoy the choice you made.
âwe have some time to kill before the restaurant reservation.â
he looks at you, eyes wide and plump lips smiling, you could almost see his irises sparkling. stupidly hopeful eyes. âyou made a reservation for me?â
âdonât look at me like that. i just dont want to wait in line.â
he turns his gaze back to the front as you demand, but you can tell he is still giddy, ecstatic that you put even a sliver of effort into the date. it really didn't take much to satisfy him. even the slightest attention had him trembling. the two of you explore the mall, and naturally, soobinâs nerdy ass is drawn to the anime and manga stores. you tail behind him, mindlessly noting each thing he stares or geeks at.
while he was shuffling through the array of mangas, you pick out a shirt with a few familiar characters on it; you faintly remember soobin mentioning this show when you asked about his phone background. you tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, pointing to the shirt. âisnât this your favourite anime?â
âoh! itâs limited edition!â he gasps out, excitement in his tone. taking the shirt from your grasp. his eyes widen in glee as he examines the details. the joy didn't last however, and soon he was putting the shirt back on the racks with a meek smile.
you raise an eyebrow âthought you liked it, nerd?â
he shyly looks at you, âyeah, but itâs too expensive.â he admits, clearly embarrassed. he feels like he was parading around his misfortune, look at this loser! no friends, no lover and now he doesnât even have money. choi soobin, born on this earth and destined to be a loser.
âiâll buy it for you.â your words cut through his thoughts. his cute hopeful eyes look up at you, and you interrupt him before he could utter out another word.
âbut, you need to try it on for me first.â you continue, a pointed look on your face.
he pause for a second, the request was innocent enough, right?
ââ
â
he shouldâve known, nothing was innocent with you. that's why heâs standing in the middle of the changing room with you sitting in the corner. a smirk on your lips.
âstrip.â
he hesitates, but slowly shrugs off his jean jacket, heâs done this many times in front of you, and youâve explored every nook and cranny his body can offer. but he never ceases to feel shy in his own skin, especially when you observe him like a collector would with a jewel. maybe its the setting thatâs making him bashful, it feels borderline illegal to do such an act in the mall. even though many people have stripped down naked in the changing room, the way you make him feel is so sinful.
he takes off his turtleneck, exposing his bare chest, the silver collar complimenting his pale skin beautifully. it wasnât much of a striptease and more of an activity he had to get over and done with, but it was still extremely arousing for you. watching him debase himself in his casual clothing. normally you only saw him in his school uniform (bruised, injured, crying, fucked out of his mind and all other similar variants), but watching him in his own clothing made you feel so much more powerful. like you had control and dominance over him even outside of school.
he awkwardly stands in the middle, half-naked. waiting for your next command. it didn't even take that much to train him! naturally so obedient.
âtake off your pants too.â
he whimpers at this, clutching at his pants but not making a move. he begs you with his eyes, take pity on him please! not here!
âiâm⊠not wearing anything underneathâ
âi know, take it off.â
âi, i, no, itâs.â he stammers, sweaty hands staining his pants.
âno? are you saying no to me?â
he shivers at your tone, nervously gulping. this didn't seem good at all. âiâ!âhis ears ring, reverberating in his chest. his right cheek was stinging red. âwhââ
you slap him again.
âmutts donât talk.â
he shuts up at this, tears threatening to spill onto his glasses. you pull him forward by the silver collar and he helplessly stumbles as you tug him around. you observe the red slap marks on his cheeks, intertwined with his blush.
âyouâve been disrespectful since the beginning of the date. first you show up late and now you refuse to do something so simple? are you trying to make me mad choi soobin?â
he shakes his head desperately, a tear slipping down. he must be the lowest scum of the earth, because the rougher you treat him, the tighter his pants get. he isnât a masochist he swears, but your attention (no matter good or bad) on him feels so good. he was so touch and attention starved, desperate for any kind of recognition from you.
âiâll only repeat myself once, strip.â
he stumbles up, shaky hands quickly peeling his pants off his legs. his already hard cock embarrassingly erect and dripping the moment itâs exposed.
âlook at that.â you coo, slapping his dick, making precum drip to the floor as he cries. âpretending to be so shy and innocent while youâre sporting a rock hard boner.â
he snivels pathetically, shaking his head and making his hair tousle around. the silver collar glints like a gem in the light. you chuckle cruelly. âokay, put your limited edition shirt on now.â
he bites back a whimper, he wanted you to touch him so bad. but he obediently slips on the shirt, it feels so dull against his skin, barely covering his cock. soobin rubs his thighs together, now more interested in you rather than the shirt. he wanted you to adore and spoil him, hell, spank him and hurt him tooâ just anything!
as if you read his mind, your hand reaches out, before you could even touch him, he starts trembling. you pull back with an amused smile and he immediately begins to cry and beg.
ânoâ no please touch me please touch me iâm sorry, i, i wanna, i wanna be good for you please!â
âbunny canât even keep quiet?â you tease, putting your hands behind your back and he whines. the nickname thumping in his heart.
he starts again, though this time he tries to control his voice, suddenly aware that you two were still in publicâ only hidden away by a thin curtain. his bottom lip quivers as he moves closer to you, fingers meekly reaching out to grasp your hoodie. he leans his head on your chest and a small weak whisper escapes his pink lips.
âyou already own me⊠so please just touch meâŠâ
a shiver runs down your spine, holy shit this was dangerous. playing sly at first and now coy? he had an effect on you that you werenât sure you liked. âi get it already so shut up and come here.â you lowly groan, pulling his body flush against yours. he tremors out a whine as you roughly grab his cock. he couldnât complain though, because your warm hands were embracing him and touching him exactly where he wants. he melts in your hold, face comfortably nestled in the crook of your neck as you played with his cock. his groans and whines die down in your shoulder, and the way you thumbed his slit was almost domestic.
fuck what was this pathetic man doing to you? here you are in the changing rooms, letting this loser hug and sniffle into your shoulder as you jerk him off. the whole situation was bizarre and you were starting to feel lightheaded. weren't he supposed to be the one servicing you?
you press down on his cockhead particularly hard and he cries into your neck, biting the collar of your hoodie as you slide his cock underneath the limited edition shirt, rubbing him with the friction of the fabric. this sets him off, the motion just felt way too good, he keens into your fist, panting into your shoulder as he holds your hoodie tightly.
it was taking a little more than usual to make him orgasm, normally you would describe his orgasm speed as 'embarrassingly fast', but he seemed to be holding out for some reason. you give his cock an experimental squeeze and he just digs his face into your neck more. then it hits you, you havenât given him permission yet. could he have been waiting for your verbal confirmation? maybe that's why he was squinting his eyes so tightly and biting down on your collar. just the thought itself sparked heat in your lower regions. it satisfied you more than you would like to admit.
so you lean down to where he was tucked, breath touching his ear.
âcome for meâ
it was a simple test on a guinea pig, cause and effect.
you eye him down as his body quivers, face flushing a thousand shades of red with an embarrassing amount of saliva wetting your hoodie collar. right after the command he releases, cock jittery and shaky as it spurts out come into the limited edition shirt. he finally lets go of your hoodie, taking a second to gain back his strength. when he comes to clarity, you can see the panic set in his throat. staring at the ruined limited edition shirt.
"what do we do? it's dirty now!"
"we buy it, what else?"
he hesitates and you raise a brow.
"but, the, cashier she might, see this."
he vaguely gestures to the come stain on the shirt, right above his now flaccid cock.
"so? hurry up and change."
soobin seems troubled at your nonchalant response, but changes back to his outfit as you asked, timidly holding the ruined limited edition shirt. you shove the dollar bills in his hand.
"go up to the cashier, and pay."
somehow he summons up the courage to walk up to the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick making contact with the rough jean fabric each time he took a step. it was all smooth at first, he let the cashier scan the item (making sure the stained patch was hidden), paid with the cash and felt the relief of freedom just as the cashier took the shirt to bag.
only for her to pause, soobin feels his palms clamber with sweat. she was staring at the shirt, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes meet back with his.
"sir, it seems this shirt is stained."
god please just strike him down already.
"oh." he feels so dumb, only able to let out a sound in response. his tongue wasn't cooperating, how was he going to explain? what could he say? what should he say?
"ugh," the sound of exasperation makes him jolt. she's disgusted. she's definitely disgusted and he can never show his face in this store again.
"âit seems like the only one in stock. i'm so sorry for that sir."
she still doesn't know a thing. his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. "it's, it's alright." his words came out weaker than he would've liked.
"are you sure siâ"
"yes! yes! please give me that!" he couldn't help his sudden outburst, snatching the item from the poor lady's hands and running off in the opposite direction. he was dying from humiliation and his feet carried him like the wind over to you. he bit back tears as he faced you, bashfully showing you the receipt. it was times like this when he wishes he wasn't so tall, it would be so much easier to hide away in shame.
"what happened?" your introspective voice came through, he could hear your smirk.
"she saw the stain" he had to use all his willpower not to cry, hands clutching onto the shirt tightly. it was humiliating to admit, but a small part of him felt relief in his confessionâ as if the natural progression was for you to give him comfort and ease his anxieties.
"look at you soobin, so embarrassed and ashamed of your come stained shirt." you coo in your familiarly condescending yet comforting tone and he folds, nodding in agreement, tears brimming in his eyes. you rub his cheek, which was still red from the slap. it was such a surprisingly caring act that surprised both you and him, but he melted into your touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you were so obedient bunny, let's go to the restaurant." he dumbly bobbed his head at the nickname. all he could think was how the humiliation was so worth the reward.
ââ
â
the cafe was packed, but it wasn't a big problem in the private booth. you tap your finger on the counter as you watch soobin go through the menu for the fifth time now. indecisive was his middle name.
"hurry up."
"what do you want?"
he's asked this for a millionth time now, could he really not decide without your input? the waiter has been standing there for a good minute. "dude, just choose what you want already. i'm getting impatient."
he purses his lips in clear panic, pointing to a random food item on the menu. "i'll, i'll have this!"
"an extra spicy jjamppong coming up." the waiter escapes quickly, leaving soobin with an exasperated and intimidated expression after having his order read out for him.
"what? loser can't handle spice?" you tease. he looks at you with a frown.
"i can eat spice!"
"right." the conversation ends there, but you weren't just going to just let him off like that. the table was so nicely set up after all, such a thick tablecloth.
"soobin, pull down your pants."
he immediately widens his eyes, looking around rapidly to see if anyone heard. "i, i don't know i,"
"calm down, no one can see under the tablecloth. pull it down." you rest your foot on his inner thigh, signalling to him. he lets out a shaky breath. your grin broadens as his hands travel down, shuffling his pants down to his knees. still paranoid, he takes another glance at the other customers.
you focus on something else entirely, your trailing foot to his exposed crotch to be exact. when the leather of your soles makes impact with his naked cock he wails before slapping a hand over his mouth. his thighs instinctively clamp around your foot, shivering and shaking his head.
"mean, you're mean."
his bottom lip was quivering, thighs still clamped tightly as you pressed your foot down harder. "please." he whispers.
"hm?"
"please please pleâ"
"here's your orders." the waiter interrupts with both of your orders, soobin glances at the man with terrified eyes, looking over at you in a silent prayer.
you smile graciously (you press harder on his cock) as you take the plates (his thighs shake and you rub your foot ever so slightly), what a nice waiter, of course, you had to start a conversation! (he tried to control his panting but his face was a scarlet red), turns out the waiter was born in japan, how very interesting (you start going in a circular motion and soobin nearly keens), his father met his mother during a road trip! (you knew from his expression that he was already leaking onto your shoes), wow and he's fluent in three languages (soobin's thighs are spasming and you were rubbing him hard, you can tell he couldn't hold it in anytime soon).
"it all started when i encountered a multilingual tourist as a child."
the conversation was a little redundant now, wasn't it? you were talking to the waiter, yet staring intensely at soobin in the eyes, a snicker on your lips. "come again?" you press down, and his body shudders, thighs so tightly squeezed around your foot it could almost cut circulation, he was curled in ever so slightly. shivering in the aftereffects of his second orgasm today.
"huh?" the confused tone of the waiter piques.
"nevermind, thank you for your time."
the waiter leaves, slightly befuddled by the conversation. while you turn your attention back to soobin who is breathing heavily with red-tinted cheeks.
"wow, orgasming in a public space again, what a perv."
the words hit him hard in his chest and tears drop from his eyes, he could only let out a small 'sorry' in shame before dropping his head down. his sleeves come up to desperately wipe at his eyes and save some face, at least it was all over now and he could enjoy his meal in peace, hopefully!
"can... can i pull my pants back up now?"
"hmm can you?" you tease, and he pauses, unsure of how to approach the situation.
"can i please?" some begging would do the trick, right?
"you can if you jerk yourself off."
he pouts, and more tears drop on the table as he squeezes his thighs around your foot. but he obediently slides his hands down to try and make himself hard again. his cock was so so so sensitive to the sensation, but limp in his hands. it hurts to stroke, it hurts to touch. the longer it took for him to get it up the more he frowned and panicked.
finally, you had enough, you were just playing with him anyway, so you slide your foot off with a chuckle. he looks at you in confusion.
"i was joking dumbass, put your pants back on."
you dig into your food, and soobin follows suit right after he shuffles his pants back on, looking up at you hesitantly. though the moment the food touched his tongue, all he could think wasâspicy! now he was crying for an entirely different reason, he was never the strongest spice contender, and this was another league of spice.
you notice his discomfort, laughing when he ducks his head down. "too spicy?"
"no..." he responds, surprisingly stubborn on this matter. he pettily eats another spoonful of noodles (swiftly to regret it). you just roll your eyes, watching him eat in amusement.
ââ
â
the date ended smoothly after, nothing else notable happened (other than some pervy touches and teasing from your side), back at your room again (it was a common occurrence for the two of you to stay in your room, he told you once he didn't enjoy staying in his home).
you flopped onto your bed while soobin shuffled in, putting his things neatly to the side and closing the door behind him. he stared at you as you typed messages to your friends (they had been filling up your notifications all day because you were ignoring them), he awkwardly stood near the foot of the bed.
"uhm, i, thank you, for today. i had fun." he starts bashfully.
"so you don't have fun with me every other day?" you deadpan and he stutters, being caught off guard.
"nâno that's, not what iâ"
"i wasn't serious, idiot."
he shuts his mouth quickly, silent again and unsure of how to start up another conversation.
"god you're such a loser. look in that bag over there." you break the air, pointing to a grey bag you had been carrying for the whole day. he was curious about it but wasn't brave enough to ask. so when you gave him the go-ahead he didn't hesitate to dig his hand in. when he pulled out a box containing a figurine from his favourite anime, clear confusion was evident in his face.
"i didn't know you likedâ"
"no shithead it's for you."
his mouth drops open, bunny-like eyes widening as your words start to register in his head. instantly he lights up visibly, smiling uncontrollably as he admires the figurine in his hands. it wasn't anything crazy, was rather affordable compared to the prices of other figurines, but soobin's heart soared at the gift and he felt like he was on cloud nine. you didn't pay attention to his reaction, or that's how it seemed, because you were secretly staring at every differing expression on his face.
"thank you... i, thank you so much..."
"it's not even a big deal, you're so dramatic."
but it was a big deal for soobin, he tenderly held the gift in his hands. this was the first time he's gotten anything from anyone other than his parents and occasionally aunt and uncle. it really did feel like the two of you were dating, even if nothing is official and the most accurate label on the relationship was 'bully and victim'.
"can i unwrap it?"
"i don't care."
he slowly unwraps the gift, taking the figurine out of the box carefully as he begins to admire all the details of the sculpture. you, on the other hand, admire him, no matter how much you deny it, there was something so addicting about both his happiness and pain. it hooked you on like a drug.
"sleep over."
he knew what you meant, in a seemingly harmless phrase. it often happened like this, an insignificant and passing statement. strange in retrospect, you were his bully and the door was right there, if soobin wanted to, he could make a run for it.
but the both of you knew he wouldn't. your attention was almost an obsession to him, no matter how good or bad.
"okay."
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this is why i fear for my life whenever i open my docs
the writers curse is so real đ i just woke up from my sleep and its now 3pm, because i was puking and shitting for 12 hours straight and didnt get a wink of sleep throughout the night⊠it might have seriously been the most painful experience of my life i was puking even when i had nothing to puke anymore đđ (also gave me some ed flashbacks LMFAOSKAOA đđ)
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i was writing loser soob pt3 but then rushed to the bathroom to puke out my lunch and dinner i think i have food poisoning you guysâŠ
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RAHHHH I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS AHAHSAJHSHA
goodbye.
jesus christ hes getting bolder with his thirst straps lol im totally not losing my mind or anything and my minds definitely not jumping to writing hard thoughts or whateverâŠâŠ.
the tie and the half way pushed down jacketâat first i was like ceo!soobin but then i dispelled those thoughts when my mind went to another auâŠ.uptight, too neat and proper for your liking, too genius for your liking, the same scrawny lanky, nerdy and stuck up nose soobin from high school, your academic rival, the height of all your suffering through those treacherous four years, all your hard work being snuffed out when he ended up getting valedictorian instead of you. being the same person you now have to routinely go to for tutoring. humiliation had creeped up on youâyou think thats what drove you to do what you did. having him in ruins under you, gasping and sniffling uncontrollably, trying to claw his hands for any warmth, any of your warmth, but hes weak against youâhe turns into a puddle when you hiss and hold his hands above his head, his tie loosened, his ironed, previously clean shirt now stained with sweat patches and drool that had fell from his seemingly permeant horny hung open mouth. now suddenly you dont dread coming to these tutor sessions, not when u get him to look so debauched and dirty, a side of him youâd never thought in a billion years youâd see. he just keeps pathetically humping like a perverted dog, seeming like hes lost his all reason just to get to cum. âplease, please, please, i cant takeâhahhhh..fuck, ohâ i cant, icanticant, let me cum, g-gonna burstâ
âadmit im better, admit it.â you say through gritted teeth, tightening your hold on his wrist, now doubt bruisingâ now for whatever reason feeling rage surge through your veins, all the humiliation and insecurity from when you were younger going full blaze
you think soobin mightve lost his mind, or he mightve not been affected as much as you were by the constant pitting and comparison to each other as teenagers, but that wouldnt make sense because he was constantly engaging in bickers and heated arguments with you. or maybe he has no idea what hes saying orâ
he does it again, he says it over and over again, like a chant; âyoure better, youre better than me, y-you always wereâo-oh god, oh god, fuck, youre so smart andâ and pretty youre-" hes cut off by his own strangled and muffled moans, ruining, what you assume to be his finest denim jeans
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so much i want to say yet so little time.
(sucking soobin off in photo booth and making him pose properly for photos, reprimanding him everytime he falters or makes a weird face.)
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guys im genuinely deliberating this, do men put scrunchies on their dick????
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are you a male? not assuming your pronouns btw
iâm female with she/her pronouns!! ive been writing a lot of amab reader because ive been getting a lot of amab reader requests lmao, if the reader isnt specified i go for gn reader; hope that answers your questions đ«¶
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do you write fem!dom reader x any idol as in female dom??
yes i do!! feel free to request fem!dom reader, remember to check out my rules though đđ
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im not dead yall i promise đ
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HI HOW ARE YOU
HEY IM DOING GOOD I HOPE YOURE GOING GREAT TOO!!! thank u for asking đđđ«¶đ«¶ shanghai is so fun but my entire body is aching in pain đ
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https://www.tumblr.com/sstrwbrryccke/739779983425273856/i-saw-ur-sugar-babysoobin-fic-and-its-so-fucking
hi i was the one that requested this!
first of all i hope ur flight went well! BUT ALSO UR MAD GOOD, u definitely delivered and i love this A LOT AND I MEAN A LOT! but ngl i loved hoon but the way u wrote the reader ... got me swooning a little ngl đ«Ł
ik u have part 3 of loser!soob coming up so i was surprised u wrote this as fast as u did! and tysm for that! i'm yapping atp so i will take my leave! LOVE UR WORKS!
thank you for the request!!! the flight went well and im in shanghai now đ
IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE WRITING!! it took some brainstorming for me figure out how sunghoon might react as a sugar baby and i tried to make things interesting and different from soobinâs scenario!!
and AHHHH i took a lot of deliberation when it came to the reader jdjfjfsm i really tried to make the dynamic a little more balanced with sunghoon compared to soobin (who i think would happily let the reader take the reins)
yes⊠loser soob is coming up⊠its going to be a little late because im travelling rn but i have a lot juicy ideas for it đ«ąđ«ąđ€ thank you for this ask!!!
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