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horanghoe · 5 months
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since yall looooooovvvvveeeddddddd the yunho one so much, pls, take a soobin hand kink post -
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hyukqi · 4 months
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soobin ain’t got no reason to be looking this fine… yall he is so big… one tall huge mf towering over you ugh his size kink would go crazy (MY size kink is going crazy !!!)
soobin would actually manhandle you so good and throw you around like a ragdoll until he has you right where he wants you. pressing you into the mattress as you squirm and thrash around practically begging for him to split you open. soobin is a big ol’ sweetheart but he knows you like it best when he treats you like nothing but a fucktoy.
“pretty girl… look so small and helpless under me… need to be filled up with my big cock mm..?? wonder if it can even fit inside? tight pussy’s gonna take it like a good girl…
god i’ve never been such a thirsty bitch until i saw him… and then we actually made prolonged eye contact at asm and i was LIVID.
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ownedbyabassist · 1 year
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He's cute but he'd be cuter with my fingers in his mouth
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banggyu0308 · 1 year
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hi i love ur writing :) could you do smthn where soobin catches the reader staring at his fingers while he was writing and gets rlly cocky about it T-T
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OHHH HE WOULD HAHA-
What Are You Looking At~? // Choi Soobin
dom!soobin x sub!fem!reader
Summary: you can’t help but look at Soobin’s hands whenever he’s doing something with them. Especially when he’s sitting at the table, lips pursed cutely in concentration, focusing on writing a new song. You didn’t expect him to catch you staring, though
genre: smut
Warnings: quirofilia , begging , fingering , Soobin calls the reader ‘baby’ , cunnilingus , squirting , finger sucking , not proofread 
word count: 1.2k
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His fingers wrapped around the pen, lips pursed out, sitting at the dinner table, Soobin is one of the cutest sights you’ve ever seen. He scribbles something down, occasionally scratching it out, his brows furrowed, and the thoughts running through your head should be innocent ones.
Key word: should.
They aren’t, actually. His fingers of the hand not holding the pen tap against the tabletop, the other hand practically suffocating the pen.
And all you can think about is his fingers shoved in your cunt, the smirk on his face as he makes you a mess.
You’re so far gone in your fantasy that you don’t come to until he snaps in front of your face, smiling at you with a teasing look in his eyes.
“Whatcha looking at?” Soobin grins, pen lying on the table now, no longer important.
You blush, looking away when he takes your hand in his, tracing circles on your palm. “Oh… nothing, I just spaced out…”
He smirks lightly, raising his eyebrows. “You actually seemed pretty intently focused… on me. So, what are you looking at~?”
You bite your lip in embarrassment, your heart speeding up slightly, pounding in your ears. “You just said it, didn’t you? I was looking at you.”
“At my hands. What were you thinking, baby?” Soobin’s perfect, heart shaped lips that turn up in the corners are pulled into a smirk, his hand moving to cup your face, thumb tracing your lips.
Fuck. You’re absolutely caught. Usually you can get away with looking for just a bit, and he doesn’t notice, but somehow today is different. “Nothing, I told you…”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, if you tell me I can help you,” he coos, his face close to yours, breath tickling your cheek.
You inhale sharply when his lips brush yours, feather light, teasing almost. “Was thinking about your hands…” you whisper, eyes wide.
He chuckles slightly, eyes locked on you. “I know that baby, tell me what you were thinking~”
Your breathing grows heavier. “Want them to touch me, Soobin.”
“Yeah? Where?”
Your hands take his and draw them across your hips, moving so his fingers grip your waist. “You know…”
“Tell me, baby..~” he smirks, lips touching your neck, pressing light kisses, before nipping your skin, making you quiver with pleasure.
“Want you down here,” you whisper, gesturing to your thighs, which are currently pressed tight together, your aching core begging to be touched.
“Where?”
“Please, Soobin, no more, no more, need you…” you plea, brows furrowed in the slight pleasure that rocking against your chair awards you.
“Tell me where you need me, and I’ll touch you,” Soobin smirks, pulling you so you’re in his lap on the couch, your wetness placed just above his growing erection.
Your hips grind down onto him, cause you’re such a needy little girl, fucking yourself against him, cause all you want is for him to touch you with those fingers of his.
His head leans back, lips parted as he lets you, his hardness pressed firm against your thigh. A small moan of pleasure leaves him and he ruts back against you slightly, then pauses, lips moving to your neck. He licks a line from your collarbone to your jaw, messing with the hem of your shirt.
“Tell me, baby..~” he hums against your skin.
“Need you to touch my pussy, please please please!” You cry out when he bucks his hips perfectly against your clit.
“Yeah? Need me to touch your pretty little cunt?” He smirks, repeating his action, your breathing growing laborious against his neck.
You nod quickly, shuddering with the ecstasy running through your veins. “Please Soobin…”
His fingers trail down your torso, slipping beneath your waistband, then gently caress your clit through the soaked fabric. A shaky moan is coaxed from your mouth when he touches you, shivers down your back. 
“You’re so wet for me, baby..” Soobin’s lips travel to your chest, and he removes your clothes quickly, the fire under your skin untamable.
You can’t even respond, your back arched against him, leaning into his touch. You don’t protest when he moves you from his lap, but you do inhale sharply when he props you up perfectly on the couch so that he’s between your legs.
His fingers grip your thighs as he kisses from your belly button down to your heat, and you’re practically a trembling mess already.
A tentative lick to your clit makes you gasp again, your breath shuddering out into the hand you’ve placed over your mouth.
Your eyes flutter shut as small tingles head from your core to your spine. You practically whine when Soobin’s hands leave your body, but your eyes fly open the moment his fingertip taps your entrance. There’s no way you’re gonna keep your eyes shut for this.
Soobin smiles cockily up at you from between your legs, then, without warning, sinks one slender digit into you.
Your eyes train on his fingers, the two pumping in and out of you, curling to reach the most perfect spot inside you, and it practically makes you cum on the spot.
The fact that you had been fantasizing about this not ten minutes ago makes your head spin.
Only a few moments later, Soobin has three fingers in you, his thumb toying with your clit, the contact only intensifying the sensations running over your burning hot skin. When his eyes lock on yours again, the look in his eyes causes tantalizing pleasure to spread through your entire body. 
Your voice choked, you manage to get out, “Soobin, gon’ cum, don’t stop, please!”
He hums against your thigh, which is now littered with marks from his teeth. “Yeah? Pretty baby is gonna cum?”
You jerk your head in a nod, hips rocking into his fingers. A little whimper of a response leaves your lips.
“Should I let my baby cum?”
You nod again.
Soobin tsks. “Baby’s been awfully quiet… do you think she deserves to cum?”
You try to respond, but all you can do is stutter, little whines from your throat.
“What was that? Baby has to tell me if she thinks she should cum.” He smirks, fully aware of the fact that as long as his fingers are buried inside you, you are completely and utterly incapable of replying.
You bite your lip, open your mouth one last time to try and speak. Your voice is breathy and slightly incoherent. “Please, Soobin, let me cum, please, ‘ve been good, please!”
You trail off into a little yelp of pleasure at the end of your sentence because Soobin’s fingers press perfectly against your g-spot, and it’s all you can do to keep from cumming all over his fingers.
“N/N has been good… alright baby, go ahead and cum,” he decides, fingering you hard and fast while he speaks.
Your moans turn into high pitched whimpers, your orgasm building in intensity before racking your entire body.
Your eyes screw shut as you cum, and a noise of approval and surprise coming from Soobin makes you open them again.
His shirt is soaked, and when he pulls his fingers out of your dripping cunt, he places them to your lips. You eagerly open your mouth, sucking on his fingers covered with your arousal.
Little mewls leave you with his fingers in your mouth, and when he finally removes them, he moves to kiss you.
“How cute… baby squirted all over my fingers.
“You wanna try that again on my cock?”
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txtistheloml · 6 months
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i have so many thoughts today but one thing i am sure abt is that SOOBIN HAS A CHOKING N SIZE KINK i just know it
soobin who loves to interlace your fingers as he fucks into you nice and roughly, pressing your hands into the mattress and feeling your tiny palm under his big hands <3
he loves seeing how tiny you look beneath him when you try to squirm away, wailing "t-too big! too much s-soob!"
your fucked out face is quite literally engraved in his brain, and when he has one of his large hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing it gently already has you looking absolutely ruined, and soobin moans out loud at that glorious sight.
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Your hands would look even prettier in my panties
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sook9i · 11 months
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— QUIROFILIA W/ HUENINGKAI
. . . GENRE ! Hueningkai x reader | smut
. . . CONTAINS ! slightly soft dom!hk, tried to keep reader’s sex ambiguous so no direct mentions of anatomy but bottom!reader, quirofilia (hand kink), finger sucking, mentions of gagging, implied unprotected sex (please always practice safe sex!!), pet names (kai is either huening, kai, hueningkai, or hyuka; reader is called angel or baby), i think that’s it
. . . WORD COUNT ! 1090
. . . NOTES ! this is just incredibly self indulgent, kai is fr fueling my hand kink rn
. . . ADMIN ! written by callie 🐱
Huening has never been the quickest to conclusions, but he was ever an attentive lover. He’s seen the ways you’ve looked at his hands since the beginning. All of those gazes that linger and the extra attention you tend to give his fingers as you fiddle with them. In all that time though, he’s never really questioned it; not entirely sure if there really was some deeper reason or if you perhaps just…liked looking at his hands.
It wasn’t until you two started becoming more intimate that the deeper nature of your affinity was slowly revealed. The way you whimpered when his hands stroked across your bare skin, and the moans he could pull from you when they delved between your thighs. He certainly wasn’t blind to how your breath always hitched whenever his hands enveloped yours, trapping them against the mattress. Still, he wasn’t sure how to approach the topic, at least until you brought it up yourself.
Straddled across his lap, Kai's mouth works at your neck; a distraction from the pain of his stretch. His heavy cock bottomed out inside you, kissing up against your walls with a delicious sense of fullness. Still, his hands kept you from moving any further, keeping you steady on his lap until the sting subsided. His breaths were getting heavier with more and more whines were slipping out. Finally, as the pain slowly melted into pleasure, you’re hips began bucking involuntarily. Huening knew well enough to take that as a sign to start helping your hips move to ride him.
Up and down, slowly, his fingers flexing to lift you. A shuddering moan rumbles in Kai’s chest at the way you tighten around him. His finger nails leave crescents in your skin as he struggles to keep an easy pace. Your hands almost do the same to his shoulders, with every blissful whine and mewl, more restraint slips away. You start to bounce, moving your hips more on your own. Huening watches with reverie; your screwed up eyes and heady whimpers.
His hands start to move away from your waist, gliding around your tummy-objectively his favorite part of your body. He squeezes and gropes, pushing lips onto yours. Teeth and tongue knocking; shoving inside your mouth. You feel fingers trace circles across your skin. Slowly, they’re making paths up behind your neck. Your hips stutter when Kai’s thumb brushes the underside of your jaw and forces a mewl through your lips.
“Nngh-ah-K-kai. Wan-want…” Chest heaving and hips still rolling desperately, your eyes squeeze close in the foggy search for your words. “F-fingers-ahh.”
He begins to trail a hand back down between your bodies, “Need my hands, bab-”
“N-no-unh-” He’s quick to look up, confused, only to find an out-of-place bashfulness filling up your face as your hips stutter to a stop, “Not-want-ah-j-just…wan’ ‘em in-in my mouth…”
Kai blinks at the confession; his mind is racing, dots slowly connecting beneath his vision before a smirk begins crawling across his lips. A slender thumb strokes at the apex of your bottom lip; pushing it down but not going any further. He pays attention to the sharp clench around him and slowly brimming tears as he barely plays with you.
“Hy-Hyuka-” It’s almost a cry. You’re cut off by single, long finger pressing down upon your tongue. Other arm cradling your waist, Kai thrusts up into you while pushing his finger further towards your throat.
“Shh, angel. There you go.” The slow flutter of your eyes to how your cheeks hollow out to start sucking on his finger; his thighs snap up harder into yours. Drool starts to coat your lips and his hand. Your hips rolling faster to meet his pace. He looks on as you fade into pleasure. Moans vibrate along his finger, spurring more grunts and groans from him.
Rutting on each other in equal desperation for release. You grip Huening’s shoulders like a vice. He thinks to press another finger through your lips, making you suck harder and drag your teeth against his knuckles. Every thrust has you clenching around him tighter. Moans quickly devolve into whines. His mouth moves needily back to your neck; skin pulled harsh between his teeth, swapped out for the soothing of his tongue running down the marks littering your skin. A loud moan joins in the sloppy sounds already filling the room when Kai uses his fingers to push down near the back of your throat. Having expected a slight gag in response, the noise sends Kai spiraling further.
A string of saliva connects him to your shoulder as pulls away. He wants a front-row view to watching you come undone. It's painted clear on your face just how close you are. Eyes rolling back, mouth stuffed full with whines and whimpers. Your hips fell into an uneven rhythm joined by the desperate hollowing of cheeks; barely pushing your head forward, you shoved Kai’s fingers back into your throat. The noise trapped in your throat grew higher and higher in pitch, quickly peaking with a few more desperate rolls of your hips.
Huening, following along in your hunger, fucks his fingers along your tongue. "Cum for me, baby. Please-please, angel-come on."
With that slim hint of permission, the coil building in your stomach snaps. A guttural moan rumbles up your chest paired with a choked-out gag. Your tighs tense up tight as euphoria explodes through your body. Fog settles in all your senses; riding out your high with an aching twitch. The ceaseless clench between your thighs sends Kai over the edge. Unable to stop himself from thrusting up and spilling deep inside you; releasing a pitiful whine of your name.
Lost in a sea of post-high fuzz, you slump your head down to Huening's shoulder. He takes that que to slip his fingers from your lips; glancing at the slick coating them. Although somewhat lost in his own daze, the sticky feeling rubbing in between your bodies is enough for him to begin moving again.
"Angel," Your sluggish eyes turn to peer up at him. "We need to get cleaned up."
After some maneuvering, he lets you curl up on the bed while he's gone. The beginnings of sleep creep in before a warm rag is pressed against your skin. Kai giggles at how, despite the disturbance, you never open your eyes, instead simply pouting to express your displeasure. Still, he continues; wiping you both clean of any mess in the sweet silence.
"So..." Hueningkai trails off until you give a soft hum. "My fingers, huh?"
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What if I promise to worship you as my god?
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dilucsrevenge · 1 year
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you’ve always had a thing for pantalone’s hands. his elegant and long fingers that were perfectly framed by his silk gloves, the way they danced across his papers while reading them. the power that laid behind something this delicate was unimaginable, the amount of people those graceful fingers have taken down surged so many emotions through your mind.
it was safe to say that pantalone always encouraged you with his hands since he knew how they affected you. his little touches to the inside of your thigh whenever he was sitting next to you, the way his hand would snake around your waist to pull your body close to his when the two of you were out in public. he owned every inch of your body, and he made sure you knew it.
his hands had been on every inch of your body when the two of you were alone; his hands squeezing your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, those delicate fingers you adored clinging to your jaw to keep every ounce of your attention focused completely on him. pantalone was a possessive lover, he adored the fucked-out look in your eyes as he’s fucking you. he loves how he can practically see hearts in your eyes every time he’s gripping your jaw to keep you looking at him, he loves the little moans that follow after every time he spits in your mouth and forces your jaw shut until you’ve swallowed.
those pretty fingers of his always found their way into your mouth, toying with your tongue until you were drooling on yourself. he would coo every time, telling you how pretty you look for such a filthy little thing. pantalone’s fingers could find every spot that made you weak on your body in seconds, and he used that to his advantage. touching you in public was something that was bound to happen when the two of you were out together. any time you’d squrim after he touched you, he’d whisper in your ear to tell you to keep yourself under control or else he’d never touch you again.
both of you knew that was a lie. he loved touching you just as much as you loved the way his fingers danced across your skin while he was proving that he was the only one who could understand your body like he does.
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maxsix · 5 months
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cutthroat-coquette · 2 years
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If you dream about his hands, it’s because he can’t stop thinking about grabbing you by the throat.
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ownedbyabassist · 1 year
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So what if i have a thing for size differences?? What're you gonna do about it? Tower over me?? Cage me up against a wall?? Hold me with your big hands? Mhm??
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misscreep · 6 months
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the uncontrollable urge to press up against your partner from behind and hold their dick while they're pissing and then jerk them off into the toiler after
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urkillingmesmols · 19 days
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Aww, I'm too big for you???
That's okay...
....we can still kiss and hold hands.
...have you ever made out for hours until your lips were raw?
...do you bruise easily?
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Traces the veins on your hand with my tongue
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majestyjun · 11 months
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want husband taehyun :< he’d be so cockwarming with a glass of ice and whiskey in his hand >////:<
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