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[soobsim]

i have the craziest idea for a yj imagine rn, but idk if i should actually write it. it might not be everyone's cup of tea 😭

[soobsim]

thank you for not minding my yap ilysm

anytimee, ilym 🫶🏼 feel free to talk to me anytime you need someone who'll listen

[soobsim]

omg 🫶🏻🥹 i'll try sometime in the future

please please please sub ceo soobin with praise kink who's all powerful and cold in front of his employees and clients but no one knows that he's a slave for your praise like he would get so worked up whenever you praise him

(y'all really riding that ceo soobin trope and i'm so here for it lol)

mr. good boy c.sb

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, sub!soobin x fem!reader, boss x assistant, dry humping in a car, praise kink, alot of praising, soobin just wants you to call him a good boy, no proofread]

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soobin had just turned down a huge deal, because the client wouldn't co-operate and wanted things to work on their own terms. as if, soobin wasn't basically saving their business from going bankrupt.

he did not stand there and bend to their whims, he never did. this was choi soobin—the ceo of choi corp, who did things his own way, and no one dared to object it. so, ofcourse he didn't stand for it.

soobin stood up and buttoned his tux, "i knew it was no use to entertain a company that was already falling apart." his voice chilling enough for the entire room to go silent.

he strode out of the room, shoulders squared, suit sharp as ever, not a strand of hair out of place despite the storm he’d just weathered behind those polished conference room doors.

as his assistant, you joined him for these meetings, handling all the documents and studying him when you weren't necessarily involved. so, you followed behind him wordlessly, watching how everyone moved out his way as his shoes clicked against the floor.

his office car—sleek, black, and silent—pulled up just as he reached the curb. the driver stepped out only to open the door to the back seat, for you both to get in.

the divider was already up as soobin slid into the back without a word. you followed, the door clicking shut behind you both like punctuation.

once it was just the two of you in the back seat partition of his car, hidden from the eyes that are always on him, he tugged at his cufflinks first—too roughly, the soft metallic clink sharper than it needed to be. then his tie, yanked loose with a single, frustrated pull.

you watched quietly, noting the way his fingers trembled slightly at the knuckles, how his breath came just a fraction quicker now that the performance was over. he was pissed. stressed, even.

it was clear in his voice when he spoke, "tell me i did the right thing, y/n."

your eyes stayed on him, not faltering even once. you knew that he'd ask for your approval. "you already know you did." you said simply, reaching a hand out to brush the short hair on the nape of his neck.

soobin shivered ever so subtly, leaning into your touch like it was second nature to him. he turned his face to look at you better, his eyes so soft, no one would believe you if you told them about this side of soobin.

"i want to hear you say it." he mumbled, his deep voice so much more tender when it was directed towards you. "you know i need to hear you say it." he exhaled as his hands balled into loose fists.

your lips tugged up into a small smile at the pleading tone of his voice. "i know." you assured him, your fingers still rubbing the spot behind his ear as you shifted closer to him. you stared at him for another passing second before you spoke, "you did the right thing, soobin. you always do." you smiled.

soobin caved in so fast, turning his face so that he could feel your palm on his cheek. "always?" he almost purred as he looked at you expectantly.

"always." you repeated, slower this time—so the words can really seep into his mind and make him flush. your fingers traced his jaw before you leaned and pressed your lips against it. "you did so well in there. you were smart enough not to compromise your standards." your words pricked onto his skin and he was already craving more.

soobin closed his eyes and his breathe hitched as your tongue darted out to lick his jawline, cheeks tinged pink, lips parting like he was going to say something—but just sighed instead.

his pants grew tighter when he felt your weight leave the seat beside him and hover over his lap instead, his hands blindly finding your waist as you straddled his thighs.

"you handled it so calmly," you went on, watching him tilt his head back against the seat, as if to give you more access to his neck. "so sharp, and composed." you mumbled and slid your hands up to rest on either side of his neck.

a quiet, almost pitiful sound slipped from his throat—half sigh, half whimper. soobin's hand tightened instinctively, gripping at the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto.

your lips followed the line of his adam's apple, sucking onto it lazily. "but now," you murmured and shifted closer, "you don’t have to be that person. not with me."

soobin's lashes fluttered, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained tension. “say more,” he whispered, so quietly it might’ve been a breath. “please.”

your smile widened against his neck as your thumbs stroked the skin behind his ears, his weak spot. “you’re so good for me, soobin. always trying so hard. doing everything right. my good boy.”

soobin crumbled at that, letting a breathy moan escape his lips and his head to fall back onto the head-rest. his fingers dug into your waist, throat bobbing like he couldn’t take the weight of your words. the flush on his neck spread slowly, deliciously, his hips shifting up to rub his bulge against the curve of your ass.

you didn't miss that, neither did you stop him. you liked how he couldn't contain himself when you praised him. you liked watching him melt and need you.

“you like hearing that, don’t you?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. your thumb stroked the edge of his lower lip, pulling away and watching how he, again, shivered under your touch.

soobin nodded slowly and opened his eyes, pupils wide and glassy. “i do,” he whispered, voice almost fragile. “i need it.” he added and bucked his hips up against your pencil mini-skirt.

“please,” he pleaded again. “don’t stop.”

you tipped your head to the side, fingers now sliding gently through the hair at the back of his neck. “don’t stop what?” you asked, voice low, lilting. teasing, just a little.

soobin swallowed hard, “you know what, y/n. just… keep talking. keep telling me I did well. that i’m a good boy.” he urged you to move your hips, so he could have a little more friction.

“i’m starting to think you like hearing it a little too much.” you chuckled, brushing his hair back from his forehead as your other hand settled lightly over his chest, feeling the rapid thump beneath. you complied and shifted your hips in sync with his, “all that power… reduced to a mess just because someone told you did well.”

he whined, actually whined, the sound muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “only when you say it,” he confessed, voice muffled. his lips brushed your collarbone again, and when he spoke, it was barely more than a breath. “only you.”

your gaze softened instantly, curling your arm around his back to pull him closer and pressing a soft kiss on his upper cheek. “you were amazing today, soobin. you stayed in control, didn’t let them rattle you, and you walked away with your pride intact. like you always have.”

soobin's cock twitched in his pants, his hands on your waist trembling slightly, like he could soak the words into his skin if he just held you hard enough.

it was obvious that your words pushed him over the edge, with the way he moaned and arched his back, just a litle.

he lifted his head and looked at you through lidded eyes, his lips parted and his breathe heavy.

“thank you, y/n…” soobin murmured.

you smiled, holding him there as he tried to catch his breathe. "anything for my good boy."

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(i feel like this is all over the place. anwww, i'm thinking of making a permanent taglist for everytime i post a work...would any of you be insterested in being a part of it?)

[soobsim]

I've just read nerdy beomgyu fic and GIRLLLLLL you're so talented jskdhdks idk if you're open to make a part 2 but here's a lil suggestion : after that day reader and beomgyu start doing sexual activities multiple whenever you go over to his house or making out in empty classesduring lunch breaks. But you never actually had sex, and while beomgyu is feeling ecstatic that he's finally getting his fantasies fulfilled he wants to be yours and to make the whole thing exclusive. One day he decides to ask you out but his heart gets broken once he overhears someone says that you're dating another classmate ( a false rumour ) after that you notice that beomgyu is avoiding you and stopped talking to you and this kept going for 2 weeks and during that time you realize that you actually really like beomgyu, so you go to his house to get an explanation for his weird behavior and that man is so pathetic that when you asked him what was wrong he starts crying and confessing how he is so in love with you he couldn't stand the idea of you being with someone else so you make it up to him by giving him the real thing after that you finally agree to be his girlfriend. Sorry if this is too much but i just really loved the fic i really want you to write a 2nd part 🧎‍♀️

(awww tysm <3 and no, it's not too much to ask, you're good. motive pt. 1 here.)

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[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, virgin!beomgyu x fem!reader, submissive and jealous beomgyu, situationship/fwb to lovers, angst, fluff, slow and soft sex (his first time), beomgyu is SO sensitive..he comes twice] wc: 2,649

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beomgyu was basically walking on clouds ever since the day you read his diary and brought one of his fantasies to life, two months ago. because, it didn't stop there.

he was so upset, thinking it was just a one time thing, until you pulled him inside an empty classroom the very next morning. you, yourself were so hooked to him, to the way he was so into you.

at first, it was just about exploiting the fact that beomgyu had such a major crush on you. it was just about enjoying how soft his lips were, or how he'd get so easily worked up for you, or how obsessed he was with pleasing you.

it started off as makeouts in empty classes, going over to either his or your place and touching each other, feeling each other up with your clothes still on. it even went as far as you teaching him how to finger you. safe to say, he's a fast learner.

but, you hadn't had sex with him yet.

beomgyu didn't mind that. he was satisfied with the fact that you even entertained him. actually, he liked that you both hadn't gone all the way, wanting it to be more meaningful and intimate when you do sleep together—after he had asked you out, which he planned to do very soon.

that was until he heard two of the girls from your circle discussing about your alleged dates with another guy from your class, who he knew you were close with. beomgyu had seen you with him quite often, which only made it difficult for him to ignore the conversation.

it hit beomgyu like a truck, the realisation that he was actually not satisfied with just this. he wanted you, for himself, not just for sneaky and secretive makeouts.

the news about you dating the infamously cool keeho, who literally everyone shipped you with, shattered his confidence. and heart.

it was worse because he had finally gathered some courage to ask you out that weekend.

so, he started pulling away, making excuses whenever you asked to see him, or asked if you could come over, or if he could come over. it was a defense mechanism, though, it did nothing to stop him from crying during the nights.

you knew beomgyu was a virgin, and as much as it tempted you to taint his innocence, you had grown to care for him. you did not want to use him, which only meant one thing: this was starting to turn into something more than just about messing around.

which is why, when you noticed the sudden distance from beomgyu's end, you got worried. confused too, yes, but more worried than anything else.

you tapped your foot against the floor, your hands stuffed inside your hoodie's pockets as you waited for beomgyu to open the door.

he wouldn't respond to your texts since last night, so you decided to show up unannounced, almost restless to see him again. the entire situation only opened your eyes, that you weren't simply attracted to beomgyu physically, you liked him too. alot.

beomgyu opened the door a few seconds later, pausing when he saw you. "y/n...? what are you..uh, why are you here?" he asked, hesitating to open the door any further.

you could see the way he was reluctant to even open the door for you, and it stung. you didn't let it show on your face though.

"because you haven't replied to my texts for over twenty hours," you didn't like how that sounded a little desperate, but you didn't really care. you just wanted to figure out what was wrong.

beomgyu blinked, not expecting that to bother you as much. "i just..haven't checked my phone. i was busy." he lied, biting his inner cheek.

you furrowed your brows, "busy? with what?" you asked with an impatient edge to your words.

"i'm not obliged to tell you everything." beomgyu spoke, the frustration clear in his voice.

you opened your mouth but couldn't say anything, because he wasn't wrong. you guys weren't technically anything. he didn't owe you an explanation.

your shoulders sagged a little, "you don't, but maybe i just wanna know. you've been avoiding me, and i don't like that." you huffed, equally frustrated.

beomgyu swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor, hating how his heart still fluttered at that. at the thought that maybe you did care.

"i don't think you'll need my attention all that much now, anyway." he scoffed rather sadly. his eyes burned a little, the voice that's been telling him that you only did stuff with him because you pitied him for how much he liked you, crawling it's way back.

your confusion only grew at his vague words, "what's that even supposed to mean, beomgyu? stop talking in code language." your voice was quiet, but it still echoed through the hallway.

beomgyu inhaled shakily and looked up at you, his eyes now starting to tear up. "you know how much i-i like you. you know everything, y/n. i've been so..in love with you for the last three years, and you knew that." his voice cracked, your heart clenching at his pained confession.

"and, yet..you're dating someone else, despite everything we've done." a sob broke out of his throat, tears now running down his cheeks.

what? your brows furrowed further when he said that, because you weren't dating anybody. if anything, you couldn't, ever since you first rode beomgyu's lap.

a beat of silence lingered between you two, before you gently pushed beomgyu inside his own apartment and walked in yourself, closing the door behind you.

beomgyu almost protested, but froze when you tugged him by his sweatshirt's collar and kissed him. his words dissolved in his mouth and he just stood still for a second, before he tilted his head and dove right in to kiss you back.

his lips moved eagerly against yours, his tears slipping down and landing between your lips when you pried his mouth open and deepend the kiss.

the awareness that he was crying hit you again and you pulled away, "how can you possibly believe that, despite everything we've done?" you repeated his words back to him, your voice softer than it has ever been.

beomgyu's eyes flickered with a sense of anticipation and uncertainity. "what do you mean? everyone is talking about you...dating keeho." he sniffled.

oh.

a chuckle escaped your lips and you let your forehead fall on beomgyu's shoulder, that were quite broad for his soft personality.

"and, you just blindly believed it? is that why you've been acting so distant?" you asked, noticing how beomgyu heart beats faster as your head rests on his shoulder.

beomgyu's face heats up in embarrassment and he stays silent, registering the fact it was a baseless rumour.

you lifted your head to look at him again, "you're so naive, it hurts sometimes." you mumble under your breathe, your tone endeared. the puppy-like look on his face didn't help, only tugging at your heart harder.

beomgyu meets your eyes with a shy gaze again, "so, you're..not dating him?" he asked, his glossy eyes now hopeful.

you smiled, "no, idiot. i can't possibly date anyone else after having a taste of you." you blurt out, not wanting to deny your own feelings for the boy anymore.

beomgyu's breathe stuttered and he barely thought it through, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you again.

he was more enthusiastic this time, his tongue hungrily searching for yours as he lifted you a little off the ground. beomgyu was suprisingly quite strong, so you took the hint and hooked your legs around his hips.

your fingers ran through his hair as your tongue danced with his, your body growing hotter under your hoodie when beomgyu started blindly walking to his bedroom.

he didn't break the kiss until he lowered you onto the bed, only for his lips to start moving down your jaw and under your chin. "i've wanted this for so long, y/n. i've wanted you for so long." he confessed quietly as his body hovered on top of yours.

you let your head fall back against the mattress, arms loosely wrapped around his neck while he sucked a hickey on your neck.

"i know," you breathed out, "and, you can have me now." you indirectly told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

beomgyu paused and brought his head up to look at you again, "all to myself?" he asked—no, pleaded.

god, he was adorable.

"all to yourself, baby." you confirmed and he shivered at the way you called him baby, before he kissed you yet again, like he was addicted to your lips and mouth. all of you.

beomgyu's hands held onto your thighs, keeping them apart so he can grind the bulge in his sweatpants against your jeans. he whimpered against your tongue, a sound that you had grown obsessed with over the last two months.

your hands ran down his sides and grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt, slowly pulling it up and off his body. his lean, impressively toned upperbody was now naked, his chest heaving as he watched the way your eyes ran over his body.

beomgyu's skin heated up as he too reached for the end of your hoodie, "can i fuck you?" he asked in the sweetest way possible as he pulled your hoodie above your head and threw it somewhere on the floor.

he leaned down and kissed between your tits, his mouth against the cleavage peeking through the bra. you sighed softly, clinging onto his hair as he dragged his tongue along the edge of your bra, barely able to answer his question.

"let me fuck you. please, y/n." he pleaded, rubbing his boner against your clothed heat as he unhooked the clasp of your bra so your upperbody was naked as well.

you shuddered underneath him, "i want you to fuck me, beomgyu. stop asking." you exhaled and watched how he planted another hickey on top of your right breast.

beomgyu didn't need you to repeat yourself, his hands immediately working on the buttons of your jeans and impatiently taking them off. your panties followed, and his fingers reached up to rub your clit with practiced familiarity.

he had fingered you before, following every direction you gave him. except, this time, he didn't need your instructions. he pushed his middle finger inside your wet cunt, biting his bottom lip as he felt your walls clench and unclench around it.

you let out a quiet moan, laying your naked body back and letting him continue at his pace. his eyes took in the sight of you, splayed out on his bed, completely naked, with two of his fingers inside you now.

beomgyu was bound to get impartient, pulling his fingers out after a few pumps and standing up. he eagerly tugged at the string of his sweatpants and slid them off his hips with his boxers, before reaching for the bedside drawer for a condom.

he brought the foiled wrapper between his teeth and tore it, wrapping the elastic around the head of his hardened cock and sliding it on.

you watched him intently as he crawled back on top of you, hooking an arm under your thigh and lifting it to make room for himself. his other hand rested on the side of your head, his elbow digging into the bed and he lowered himself on top of you again.

you'd be lying if you said it didn't surprise you, his forwardness. "who taught you that?" you chuckled as he lined his tip against your hole.

beomgyu looked up at you and smiled shyly, his cheeks tinging with a hint of pink. "you. everytime i fantasized about this, this is how i imagined it." he murmured, "am i doing something wrong?" he asked quietly.

you shook your head, finding his innocence so damn cute. one of your hands reached between both of your bodies and wrapped around his thick member. "no, baby. you're doing so well already." you said and stroked his cheek with your thumb, slowly guiding his dick inside you.

beomgyu moaned the moment he felt your warm folds welcome him, with much resistance. "f-fuck, oh god." his voice was like a prayer, burying his head against your neck as he slid his hips foward.

you moaned as well, feeling yourself tighten around his cock as he halted halfway. "you can move, baby." you assured him, and that was all he needed to hear.

he dragged his hips back and pushed in again, this time a little deeper. "beomgyu," you groaned, both your hands now clinging to his shoulders.

beomgyu hummed against your neck, pressing butterfly kisses to distract himself, so he doesn't come right away. "i don't think i'll last at all." he mewled, slowly thrusting his hips again and feeling unbearably shy about his lack of self control.

it was too much for his sensitive self, the feeling of your pussy wrapped so thightly around his very aroused member. he was already leaking.

your lips curled up into a fond smile, loving how weak he was in your hold, like putty. "that's alright. you can cum if it's too much, you don't need to hold back." you coax, running a hand through his hair as his length rubbed up your walls again.

it felt heavenly, despite how slow his thrusts were, they felt so amazing. beomgyu shivered, your words of approval being the cause of his undoing.

he came so hard, the condom almost slipped off his dick. "y/n, fuck." he whined, his body trembling on top of you. he didn't stop there, though, given that he was still half-hard.

beomgyu didn't bother to fix the condom to sit on his cock better, he simply bucked his hips again.

you licked your lips, your chest heaving as he continued fucking you slow. "this feels like a dream," beomgyu panted against your neck, his hips stuttering everything you clench around him.

"you're my dream, y/n." he kissed your neck again, holding himself up on one elbow while the other one took ahold of your hand. his words warmed your heart, to know that he thinks of you that highly.

beomgyu laced his fingers with yours, pressing them down into the mattress as he shoves himself inside you harder. you gasped when his tip slammed into your sweet spot, your entire body shuddering at how good it feels.

he's smart enough to catch onto that, aiming for the same spot again. "does it feel good?" he asks, ever so politely. "tell me it feel good, y/n." he whimpered, desperate to please you.

you nod mindlessly, your stomach starting to twist in pleasure as he slams himself against your sweet spot with every thrust that follows. "yes, baby. you're...doing such a good job." you breathed out shakily, feeling your own climax approaching fast.

your praises only encourage beomgyu, moaning into your hair as he pumps into you repeatedly. "please, cum with me this time, y/n." he whispered, his cock twitching inside you when your walls squeeze around him.

you moaned louder and throw your head back, your orgasm washing you over like a high tide. beomgyu lets out a satisfied sigh, more in relief, as he comes again as well.

the room falls silent for a moment, the only sound being the two of you gasping for air.

"does this mean you'll be my girlfriend now?" beomgyu breaks the silence, his voice tired and heavy.

you can't help the laugh that escapes your lungs at his innocent question. "i am, baby. i'll be your girlfriend." you bring his head up to face you again.

beomgyu smiles sweetly, and so wide, before he leaned down to kiss your lips again. "just mine."

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(this reminded me of my wattpad days, sheeesh)

[soobsim]

the tags are so real

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YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS. I just went to the the supermarket with my parents for grocery shopping and guess what. I FUDGING SAW MY EXCRUSH. Things are gonna get crazy... He is a math TEACHER whom I had a crush on, last year (on last term of school - August, September and October)

Story timeeeee - He's a cold typa person but he was only nice to me because I had crocheted something amazing for him, he was so touched that I'm lowkey special to him. I'm aware I sound so weird but he was a 28 years old Chinese fine shyt.. And I got daddy issues... (YOU CAN'T BLAME ME) So yeah, back to story, so he's kinda sarcastic, playful and flirty flirty but LEGIT every other people said he was rude. And I used to wait for him nearby staff room so that I could get a SINGLE glance of him after he finishes his class because I'm a hopeless romantic for him. So other students (2-3years younger than me, and yeah they're MINORS) used to come too so that they can see him too. They see him talk to me every time he sees me so I don't know I guess they were jealous (?) so they went to complain to the older girls to complain about me in the principal's office because I was allegedly SEDUCING a teacher. But I was lucky that the older ones were my friends so they told me to be careful and stop crushing on him. Anyways in my class party I asked for his phone number and HE GAVE IT TO ME. (But since he was a supply teacher- he had come to replace my maths teacher who was on vacation leave so he stayed these three months only)

Actually we don't talk anymore. I haven't spoken to him since 1st January of this year. So when I saw him today I just got a flashback of everything and hell, I was wearing a tom and Jerry pants- SO EMBARRASSING AHHHH.

I tried my best to ignored him and succeeded. I go to an all girl's college since I got into college so he's actually my first love. At first it hurt really bad when I ghosted me. I did cry a lot. But I'm slowly healing and it doesn't hurt that much anymore.. ❤️‍🩹 I used to miss him, still miss him a little though. But I'm moving on, time heals everything.

Do you mind my yap? I ain't got anyone to talk with about this... (except for I shared this with someone but they ignored me)😔😔 I need your views

first of all, do i mind your yap? NOT AT ALL. i'm happy you felt comfortable to vent in my inbox. second, welll...to be brutally honest, crushing on a teacher never really gets anywhere. i'm just being realistic, which i believe is what you need to hear rn. i've personally never been in a spot like this (liking a teacher, i mean. all my teachers were 40-50 year oldies, yikes). however, i think it's the best for you to let it go? that's gonna be difficult, but it's the right thing to do for yourself. if something has to happen, it will. you dwelling on it won't change anything magically. and the next time you see him, maybe you will just look back at this and laugh (also, the tom and jerry pants? lolll, cute).

[soobsim]

Can you write something about making bf submissive soobin jealous on purpose after an argument like flirting with one of his friends and the man seems like he's about to cry seeing you giving another man your attention and when you go back home he just starts crying begging you to forgive him for whatever he did/said wrong to eat you out and he was ready to do anything to please you 😩 he just wants to be good for you

distraction c.sb

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, idol-sub!soobin x fem!reader, established relationship, jealous soobin, soobin begs and cries, oral (f. receiving), angsty in the beginning and nasty at the end, haven't proofread]

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the atmosphere in the dance practice room was brutal, all the members and backup dancers drenched in sweat. so, soobin didn't really catch you slipping inside the room with a bag full of snacks and energy drinks.

another award show was around the corner and they were running through the award show set again, every move sharper than the last.

soobin had been leaving early, coming home late, barely saying more than a few sleepy "i love you(s)" or "i missed you", before collapsing on the couch and being dragged into another schedule.

you knew this performance meant a lot—everything, even. that’s why you didn’t say anything when you quietly took a seat at the back, tucked beside the sound booth. you just wanted to watch, to be there. you thought maybe it would calm him—to see you, to know you were rooting for him.

but the second his eyes landed on you between takes, something shifted.

he missed the next cue. his move was a split-second late, enough to earn a callout from the choreographer. the rest of the members caught it too. taehyun followed his gaze and already understood why soobin faltered.

the director finally called for a ten-minute break, noticing the fatigue in the members movements.

soobin grabbed a towel and headed towards the back, where you were seated. you rose to meet him halfway and smiled when he stopped right in front of you, with a flicker of frustration behind his eyes.

but before you could say anything, he was already shaking his head. "you can't be here, y/n. not right now." he panted and the words pierced right through your heart.

you blinked. “i just wanted to drop by to check on y—”

“i know,” he cut in, exhaling sharply. “but I can’t focus when you are near. i’m already behind, i don’t need another distraction.”

a distraction? well, that stung more than it should have.

you didn't really say anything, before you nodded. “right,” you said quietly. “i’ll stay out of the way then.”

soobin opened his mouth like he wanted to take it back—but the staff was already calling his name again for a one-on-one. he looked at you with an already apologetic gaze, then turned without another word.

you were convinced that you should leave, until taehyun walked over and greeted you with a small smile. "did he snap at you too?" he chuckled.

you managed a small laugh at taehyun’s comment, even though your throat felt tight.

"no, not exactly," you said, shrugging as you leaned against the wall beside him. “but he may as well have.”

taehyun tilted his head, picking up on the bitterness laced under your calm. “he's stressed out of his mind, you know that, right?”

you glanced at soobin talking to the director and nodded, “yeah. still sucks.”

taehyun didn’t argue with that. “then stay back. let him stew in it.” he cracked open one of the energy drinks from the bag you brought and offered it to you.

that made you snort, finally smiling for real. “you volunteering to help with that, taehyun?” you raised your brow playfully.

he grinned, “i mean, i’m a pretty convincing fake crush.”

you laughed and took the drink, settling beside him, casual but close—just enough that if soobin looked over, he’d see exactly what you wanted him to see.

and he did.

soobin's gaze flicked to you between instructions. he bit the inside of his cheek when you leaned in and whispered something to taehyun, who laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

his hands curled into fists at his sides, his focus unraveling faster than he could gather it back. soobin didn’t even wait for the director to finish talking before he asked the director if they could wrap for the night.

“can we pick this up tomorrow? i-i’m not in the right headspace.”

the director agreed, already sensing the tension, and the members dispersed one by one. soobin didn't waste a single second, making a beeline, straight towards the two of you.

you didn’t move, just glancing at him before smiling at taehyun again, soft and natural.

"let’s go home," soobin said, quieter now. like his voice had lost all that edge from earlier.

you looked up at him and shook your head lightly. “i think i’ll hang back a bit. catch up with tae.”

soobin froze for a second, visibly swallowing hard. he didn't like the nickname you had given his teammate. "please don't," his voice cracked just slightly, the plea falling from his lips before he could reel it back.

you blinked at him, surprised at the sudden shift in tone.

“please don’t?” you echoed, tilting your head, your voice still calm—still soft in a way that hurt more than shouting ever could. “didn’t you say i was a distraction?”

soobin flinched, and taehyun was smart enough to read the room, fading away in the back to give the two of you space.

soobin watched him go before turning back to you, eyes red-rimmed and desperate now. “that’s not what I meant. i just—fuck, i was tired. and, i get all fuzzy when i see you. it gets so hard to focus when i know you're watching. i know, i shouldn't have said that.” he explained restlessly.

you didn’t reply right away, watching him crumble under the weight of his own guilt.

“and, then i saw you laughing with him,” he said next, quieter, voice trembling around the edges. “like that. i haven’t seen you smile at me like that in days.” he looked like he was going to cry, any minute now.

the words caught between your chest and throat, "yeah, because you wouldn't even look at me long enough to notice when i did." your voice wasn't accusatory, just hurt.

soobin's eyes glossed over, "i'm sorry." he stepped forward, one hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “please don’t be mad at me, y/n. i know i messed up, but i'm not going home if you’re not coming with me.” his voice wavered.

you didn't want him to start crying right in front of everyone, because he actually would, without caring about the staff and members around him.

"fine. but, that doesn't mean i forgave you." you sighed, not waiting for him to question it and walking right out of the door.

one of the drivers gave you both a ride home, which was nearly silent. soobin sat beside you in the backseat, eyes glued to his lap, his nails picking on the side of his thumb.

you almost wanted to reach out and stop his fidgeting before he hurt himself. he hadn’t said a word since you slid into the car beside him, your arms crossed and gaze fixed on the city lights flickering past the window.

you didn’t have to say anything, the silence was punishment enough. still, he kept trying.

“i didn’t mean it,” soobin mumbled again, voice barely above the hum of the engine. “what i said, about you being a distraction. i didn’t mean it like that.”

you didn’t respond, just shifted your weight further toward the door, arms tightening a little more around your middle.

soobin’s shoulders sagged, devastated by the way you wouldn’t even look at him. “i get overwhelmed and i say the wrong things. but, i-i miss you—i’ve missed you this whole time, and i didn’t know how to ask for you without sounding selfish.”

you let out a humorless breath. “you didn’t even try, soobin. you told me to leave.” you retort bitterly.

that shut him up again. he stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, and when the car finally rolled to a stop in front of your apartment, he didn’t move until you did.

once inside, you dropped your keys in the bowl, kicked your shoes off, and headed straight to the bedroom. you plopped down onto the bed, lying down and closing your eyes.

you knew he'd follow, which he did.

soobin hovered in the doorway like a ghost, hands buried in his jacket's sleeves, his bottom lip puckering out in guilt. he looked so small like that—like he’d left the six-foot tall, idol identity out the door.

you opened your eyes and looked up at him, “are you going to stand there all night or-” your words paused at the sight of him.

soobin's eyes met yours—wet, glistening and already spilling over. “i’m sorry, y/n.” he whispered, his voice cracking as the tears rolled down.

he crawled his way up your body, his palms pressing into the mattress as he kissed your collarbone. "forgive me, please. i'll-" he kissed your throat, "do-" he kissed your chin, "anything." he finally kissed your lips.

your eyes fluttered shut at the softness of his plush lips against yours, and you couldn't stop yourself from kissing back.

soobin's hands slid under your tshirt, gently ghosting over your sides as he pushed his tongue against your lower lip, choking on a sob when you didn't let him in.

he pulled away reluctantly and looked at you, as if he was a puppy that just got kicked. "please, y/n..." he whimpered, sliding down between your legs and kissing your knee.

you looked up at him and swallowed thickly, your resolve starting to falter everytime his lips pressed against your bare skin. the pleading look in his eyes did things to you, knowing how much power you held over him.

soobin's hands moved to unbutton your shorts, "i'll make it up to you. will you forgive me, then?" he asked so sweetly, while his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, along with your shorts.

you groaned when he kissed your inner thigh, his eyes never leaving yours. "will you let me do that atleast, y/n?" he asked quietly, his eyes flickering to look at your pussy already moistening.

your hands moved to his hair, finally softening up to his requests. "soobin.." you sighed as you threaded your fingers through his blonde strands.

his eyes welled up again, "n-no, no. call me baby, like you always do. i'm sorry, please. " he begged, pressing another kiss, just above your clit.

your body shuddered and you inhaled sharply at the way his warm breathe ghosted over your heat. "baby," you let yourself give in, letting soobin pull your thighs to rest on his shoulders.

the moment you called him that, his tongue darted out to lick the slick now coating your entrance. his hands grabbed your thighs carefully as he rubbed his nose against your bundle of nerves, his mouth closing around the wet flesh.

your toes curled, watching him close his eyes and eat you out like his life depended on it. his tongue plunged between your folds as he suckled on your pussy, as if it was his favourite candy.

and, it was. soobin whined against your pussy, "you taste so good, like always." his words were muffled, since he refused to pull away.

you moaned softly, tilting your head back and arching your back when he flattened his tongue against your slit, before thrusting it in again. "fuck, baby. just like that." your fingers tightened around his hair.

soobin hummed in compliance, repeating the action and pushing his tongue as deep as he could. "i want you cum on my tongue, y/n. i need you to." he requested between licks and pressed both your thighs inwards, so he could really feel them on either sides of his head.

you bucked your hips, your eyes rolling back at how perfectly he fucked you with his tongue. "i'm gonna come, baby." you moaned, noticing how his tongue moved even more hungrily than before.

soobin didn't have to do much after that, maybe a lick or two, before your orgasm came gushing onto his tongue. and, he savoured every drop of it.

your thighs trembled as he sucked you dry, feeling dizzy from how hard the climax hit you.

you lifted your head and looked down at soobin's face between your legs, his eyes and nose still red, his lips and chin glossy with your juices.

soobin finally moved his mouth away from your heat, "do you feel better? do you forgive me now?" his voice comes out raspy, desperate.

a smile breaks on your face, "what do you think, baby? i served you an entire meal." you chuckled, running your fingers through his hair gently.

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(sitting in a cafe as i write this. let's hope that the guy sitting behind me didn't peak into my laptop 🥰)

[soobsim]

THANK YOU FOR PART TWOOOO

nooo, thank you for requesting it! it was really refreshing to write 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[soobsim]

please please please sub ceo soobin with praise kink who's all powerful and cold in front of his employees and clients but no one knows that he's a slave for your praise like he would get so worked up whenever you praise him

(y'all really riding that ceo soobin trope and i'm so here for it lol)

mr. good boy c.sb

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, sub!soobin x fem!reader, boss x assistant, dry humping in a car, praise kink, alot of praising, soobin just wants you to call him a good boy, no proofread]

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soobin had just turned down a huge deal, because the client wouldn't co-operate and wanted things to work on their own terms. as if, soobin wasn't basically saving their business from going bankrupt.

he did not stand there and bend to their whims, he never did. this was choi soobin—the ceo of choi corp, who did things his own way, and no one dared to object it. so, ofcourse he didn't stand for it.

soobin stood up and buttoned his tux, "i knew it was no use to entertain a company that was already falling apart." his voice chilling enough for the entire room to go silent.

he strode out of the room, shoulders squared, suit sharp as ever, not a strand of hair out of place despite the storm he’d just weathered behind those polished conference room doors.

as his assistant, you joined him for these meetings, handling all the documents and studying him when you weren't necessarily involved. so, you followed behind him wordlessly, watching how everyone moved out his way as his shoes clicked against the floor.

his office car—sleek, black, and silent—pulled up just as he reached the curb. the driver stepped out only to open the door to the back seat, for you both to get in.

the divider was already up as soobin slid into the back without a word. you followed, the door clicking shut behind you both like punctuation.

once it was just the two of you in the back seat partition of his car, hidden from the eyes that are always on him, he tugged at his cufflinks first—too roughly, the soft metallic clink sharper than it needed to be. then his tie, yanked loose with a single, frustrated pull.

you watched quietly, noting the way his fingers trembled slightly at the knuckles, how his breath came just a fraction quicker now that the performance was over. he was pissed. stressed, even.

it was clear in his voice when he spoke, "tell me i did the right thing, y/n."

your eyes stayed on him, not faltering even once. you knew that he'd ask for your approval. "you already know you did." you said simply, reaching a hand out to brush the short hair on the nape of his neck.

soobin shivered ever so subtly, leaning into your touch like it was second nature to him. he turned his face to look at you better, his eyes so soft, no one would believe you if you told them about this side of soobin.

"i want to hear you say it." he mumbled, his deep voice so much more tender when it was directed towards you. "you know i need to hear you say it." he exhaled as his hands balled into loose fists.

your lips tugged up into a small smile at the pleading tone of his voice. "i know." you assured him, your fingers still rubbing the spot behind his ear as you shifted closer to him. you stared at him for another passing second before you spoke, "you did the right thing, soobin. you always do." you smiled.

soobin caved in so fast, turning his face so that he could feel your palm on his cheek. "always?" he almost purred as he looked at you expectantly.

"always." you repeated, slower this time—so the words can really seep into his mind and make him flush. your fingers traced his jaw before you leaned and pressed your lips against it. "you did so well in there. you were smart enough not to compromise your standards." your words pricked onto his skin and he was already craving more.

soobin closed his eyes and his breathe hitched as your tongue darted out to lick his jawline, cheeks tinged pink, lips parting like he was going to say something—but just sighed instead.

his pants grew tighter when he felt your weight leave the seat beside him and hover over his lap instead, his hands blindly finding your waist as you straddled his thighs.

"you handled it so calmly," you went on, watching him tilt his head back against the seat, as if to give you more access to his neck. "so sharp, and composed." you mumbled and slid your hands up to rest on either side of his neck.

a quiet, almost pitiful sound slipped from his throat—half sigh, half whimper. soobin's hand tightened instinctively, gripping at the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto.

your lips followed the line of his adam's apple, sucking onto it lazily. "but now," you murmured and shifted closer, "you don’t have to be that person. not with me."

soobin's lashes fluttered, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained tension. “say more,” he whispered, so quietly it might’ve been a breath. “please.”

your smile widened against his neck as your thumbs stroked the skin behind his ears, his weak spot. “you’re so good for me, soobin. always trying so hard. doing everything right. my good boy.”

soobin crumbled at that, letting a breathy moan escape his lips and his head to fall back onto the head-rest. his fingers dug into your waist, throat bobbing like he couldn’t take the weight of your words. the flush on his neck spread slowly, deliciously, his hips shifting up to rub his bulge against the curve of your ass.

you didn't miss that, neither did you stop him. you liked how he couldn't contain himself when you praised him. you liked watching him melt and need you.

“you like hearing that, don’t you?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. your thumb stroked the edge of his lower lip, pulling away and watching how he, again, shivered under your touch.

soobin nodded slowly and opened his eyes, pupils wide and glassy. “i do,” he whispered, voice almost fragile. “i need it.” he added and bucked his hips up against your pencil mini-skirt.

“please,” he pleaded again. “don’t stop.”

you tipped your head to the side, fingers now sliding gently through the hair at the back of his neck. “don’t stop what?” you asked, voice low, lilting. teasing, just a little.

soobin swallowed hard, “you know what, y/n. just… keep talking. keep telling me I did well. that i’m a good boy.” he urged you to move your hips, so he could have a little more friction.

“i’m starting to think you like hearing it a little too much.” you chuckled, brushing his hair back from his forehead as your other hand settled lightly over his chest, feeling the rapid thump beneath. you complied and shifted your hips in sync with his, “all that power… reduced to a mess just because someone told you did well.”

he whined, actually whined, the sound muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “only when you say it,” he confessed, voice muffled. his lips brushed your collarbone again, and when he spoke, it was barely more than a breath. “only you.”

your gaze softened instantly, curling your arm around his back to pull him closer and pressing a soft kiss on his upper cheek. “you were amazing today, soobin. you stayed in control, didn’t let them rattle you, and you walked away with your pride intact. like you always have.”

soobin's cock twitched in his pants, his hands on your waist trembling slightly, like he could soak the words into his skin if he just held you hard enough.

it was obvious that your words pushed him over the edge, with the way he moaned and arched his back, just a litle.

he lifted his head and looked at you through lidded eyes, his lips parted and his breathe heavy.

“thank you, y/n…” soobin murmured.

you smiled, holding him there as he tried to catch his breathe. "anything for my good boy."

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(i feel like this is all over the place. anwww, i'm thinking of making a permanent taglist for everytime i post a work...would any of you be insterested in being a part of it?)

[soobsim]

sweat session hn.k

(as a gym girlie, i just couldn't resist)

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, gymbro!kai x afab!reader, shower sex, jealous kai, that's all i have to say-just trust me and read]

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it's impossible to not have a crush on huening kai, who has been working out in the same slot as you for three months now. you never talked to him, but it was like a silent agreement between you two to workout together.

stolen glances, always showing up at the same time, spotting each other, saving the equipment while the latter would be using it, they were all silent cues.

so when you showed up to the gym with another gymbro, one of these days, kai didn't appreciate it.

he hated it actually—watching you both the entire time as you shared laughs between sets, suggested useful tricks, high-fived the other guy and barely acknowledged his presence in the gym.

you wearing a sports bra that matched your tight leggings didn't help either, it only riled him up further. it was hard enough not to act on sheer lust when he saw you in those for the last three months, but now you were compromising that mutually subtle deal between you two? he wasn't having it.

kai didn't hide it, having a rather brutal workout session that evening before he followed you to the showers. ofcourse, he made sure that no other women in there, he wasn't a creep.

he heard the shower running in one of the cubicles and didn't even think twice before knocking on it's door, "open up, y/n." he said, rather calmly.

you froze on the other side, not having expected to hear kai's smooth voice to interrupt your post-workout shower. and, because of the chill that ran down your spine when he called your name.

"what the hell? kai..? this is the women's section." you said with your brows furrowed, your hands stilling over your naked body.

you could hear kai grumble on the other end, "as if i didn't know that already. i know that. now, open the door."

your heart leaped in your throat and you blinked a few times, "no, i won't. why would i open the door? i'm naked." you scoffed, not sure what he was even thinking for him to ask that.

"that's all the more reason for you to open the door." his voice deepened. "would you open the door if it was that guy you brought in today?" he chuckled and leaned closer to the door.

your confusion started to clear out at his question. he was jealous, so your little plan did work out. except, you didn't really think about the consequences.

after a short pause, you answered him "ofcourse not." you said it like it was the most obvious thing ever.

huening kai raised a brow behind the door, "yeah? you didn't mind him touching you throughout the workout."

your lips almost curled into a smile, "he wasn't touching me, he was spotting me." you retorted, which kai again, didn't like very much.

"y/n, open the door or you know i'm capable enough to do it myself." his tone drained out any room for a joke right now. you know he's right. you've seen how strong he is, and he could break the door down if he really wanted to.

you inhaled a deep breathe before reaching for the knob and unlocking the door. kai pushed it open, just enough for his body to walk in before he slammed the door shut again.

his sharp eyes stayed on your face for a good minute, and then trailed down your naked body, which was soaking under the shower head.

kai stepped forward, his hand reaching for your jaw and grabbing both of your cheeks in a single hand. "come on, y/n. you know better than to bring a third person between what we have." he breathed down onto your lips, letting the shower rain down on his fully clothed body.

you swallowed thickly, your body burning under his gaze, how he didn't care if you were naked and walked in any way.

"and, what do we have exactly, kai?" you managed to let out, your gaze fixed up onto him as he towered over you.

kai chuckled under his breathe and tightened his fingers around your face, "want me to give you a preview?" he rasped and leaned lower, letting his lips brush over yours.

you knew that you can't run from this, you didn't even want to. it hardly took a few minutes for kai's clothes to join yours on the door's hooks, and your front to end up pressed against the wall with kai behind you.

inside you.

he kissed you first, his hands mapping out your body like it belonged to him. "you didn't mind him touching you.." he repeated against your jaw as he pumped two of his long fingers in and out of you.

"he-"

"no, y/n. doesn't matter if he was spotting you, he had his fucking hands on you." he basically growled in your ear as you moaned at the way his fingers curled inside you.

kai kept his other hand around your neck, which he then used to turn you around and press your face against the wall. "no one gets to touch you like that. just me." he whispered as he pushed the head of his hardened cock between your folds.

your knees trembled at the feeling and your forehead rested against the wall as he slid himself further inside your heat. the warm water only adding to the heat of the moment, tricking down your back and between your legs, where his body was merged with yours.

kai watched as your fingers tried to cling onto the wall when he pulled himself out and drove halfway back in, "only i get to have my hands on you, y/n." he grunted, tightening his fingers on your neck and moving the other to rest on your ass.

your walls clenched around him at the possessive tone of his voice, only encouraging him to shove himself deeper inside you. "fuck, even you tight little pussy knows that only i get to fuck her." he panted, his hips now setting a rythm and rocking to it.

"kai.." you mewled, almost worried that someone would walk inside the shower room and catch you both. but, that only thrilled kai, getting to display his claim on you, out and about.

his hips only moved faster, snapping against yours with every harsh thrust he gave you. kai squeezed your ass, "mhm, that's who you belong to." he tugged your head back, using his hold on your neck, and grinned against your ear.

kai proved his point by littering the side of your neck with hickeys, sucking and biting onto your skin like a man starved.

the sound of the shower was accompanied with your moans and kai's groans as he watched your knees buck and your cum glaze his cock. and, he continued to ram into you until he himself came all over your ass.

"the next time you forget that, i'll give you more than just a preview." he whispered and pressed a kiss against you shoulder.

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(i'm like half asleep, don't even question this)

[soobsim]

REQUEST QUIDLINES/RULES

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i will NOT entertain requests that include: noncon (dubcon/cnc are fine), pedophilia, incest, cheating, domestic violence, bdsm/kinks are fine as long as it's not extreme.

- genres i've not yet explored, but won't exactly oppose: step-incest, mxm, hybrid/supernatural, threesomes (i feel like i'll suck at these tho), s/m.

please be patient and kind with your requests. as much as i'll try to respond to them (ones that meet my guidlines), i'm also a human with a life outside of this. i might delay requests sometimes, so yeah, just be considerate about that at times ♡

[soobsim]

MY WORKS 𐙚

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SOOBIN c.sb

[nsfw]. math tutor workaholic workaholic (2) punk soobin mr. good boy distraction

[sfw]. the look of love the look of love (2)

YEONJUN c.yj

[nsfw]. coming soon..

[sfw]. coming soon..

BEOMGYU c.bg

[nsfw]. control motive motive (2)

[sfw]. coming soon..

TAEHYUN k.th

[nsfw]. fwb

[sfw]. coming soon..

KAI hn.k

[nsfw]. sweat session

[sfw]. coming soon..

OTHER

[nsfw]. txt and positions c.sb size kink

[soobsim]

INTRO

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☆ hello and welcome to my page ?!

i'm ifa, i go by she/her pronouns and i am quite literally chaos wrapped in human form. for starters, i'm a moa (obv) and i'll be posting/writing imagines and oneshots surrounding txt members. i'm only focused on writing about txt and i would love to make friends on here..if y'all are open to that.

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

- i'm NOT a minor (04 liner) and my page WILL contain nsfw content so this is a 18+ space only! (lowercase intended)

- reqs are open for imagines/aus/drabbles (txt member x reader) and i'll try to write to the best of my abilities. fluff and smut are both welcomed, so request here.

- i'm chaotic as hell. i don't post in any particular order/follow any schedule, i'll either be super active or go literal desert. will also, probably, be embarrassing myself alot, so if you catch me slipping...no, you didn't, nothing to see there.

- i'm still trying to find my writing style (if that's even a thing), so it might differ slightly from post to post.

DO NOT FOLLOW IF

- you're a minor (-18) | txt-anti | solo stan (that hates on other members) | ___phobe | z!onist | racist | just don't be weird or a hater

other than that i'm pretty chill (and lonely) so feel free to approach or message me and be my friend (that's a threat, yes). lots of love ^3^

that's it, for now...thank you for reading and i hope you have a good time on my blog (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

[soobsim]

Praying you'd write a part 2 of motive

i will, don't worry. my mind has already started plotting, and i'll get right to it once i finish some of the earlier requests. please be patient w me, i'm not used to so many requests flooding it at once (not complaining, love you guys) but i'm trying to respond to them the best i can. you'll get what you've asked for tho :]

[soobsim]

mute reader x Soobin part twooooo

part two up, i hope you enjoy it!

[soobsim]

I was reading halfway through and I was like, I want a part 2 not wait- the part 2 is a NEED, mute reader x soobin is such a rare trope.. Fr. I'm so happy you did my request, and I LOVE itttt🥹🥹💝

(i'm so glad you liked it, and yes, i was actually hoping to write part 2 so here you go! part 1 here)

the look of love c.sb (2)

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• ⟲ 0:00 ANGOSTURA keshi [boyfriend!soobin x mute!reader, established relationship, fluff, slight angst (tw. reader is treated badly for being mute), comfort, light nsfw: mention of soft sex (not detailed)] wc: 1,309 (sorry it's so short)

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ever since the first time soobin and you exchanged i love you's, he rained those words on you every. single. day. he liked saying it so much, he made it your nickname. love.

he was everything you could've ever wished for in a boyfriend. sweet, caring, so considerate and just...perfect.

he'd show up at your dorm's door every morning, ready to take you on a breakfast date most days. if not, he'd text you a good morning, love. it was always the best way to start your day, which made it easy to forget about the outside world.

however, you got a rather harsh reality check when you and soobin waited in-line at the café one evening. he got a call from his mom, so he stepped away to answer the call.

you waited in line, not expecting the two customers in front to be done with their order so quickly. you looked over at soobin, who was still busy with the call, and you'd hate to interrupt his chat with his mom. you didn't want to rely on him for every little thing you did, even though, this situation called for it.

you faced the staff standing behind the counter as she spoke, "good evening, ma'am. what would you like to order?" the young girl greeted with a smile, an undertone of exhaustion in her voice.

you looked up at the menu-banner and swallowed thickly before raising a finger to point out your order. the counter attendant gave you a confused look, following the direction of your finger. "alright, a vanilla latte. anything else?" she asked as she logged the order.

you moved your finger to point at the caffe mocha that soobin wanted, and the girl only stared at you oddly. she let out a sigh and looked up again, "caffe mocha. one?" she asked again, and you could tell that she was getting frustrated at your refusal to speak.

if only she knew.

you nodded and let out a sigh of relief as she logged that in too. but, you can't drink whole milk and need to switch it for soy milk..which would only be more of a task to communicate.

you put your hand up, signing her to wait before finalising the order. you couldn't use sign language, since she probably wouldn't get it. and, you weren't carrying your notepad.

you hardly needed your notepad, ever since soobin got you used to communicating in sign language.

so, you signed something simple, "can i get a pen and a paper?" you asked with an apologetic smile.

the worker paused and stared at you, before she scoffed. "seriously? can't you just speak? what are you? mute?" she huffed out in frustration, loud enough for the people around you to hear.

you flinched slightly, not expecting her to snap like that over it. the shop was crowded too, so it fell silent around you, making you feel even more self-conscious.

soobin noticed the sudden silence and looked over, having heard the counter attendant say that. his brows furrowed and he immediately told his mom that he has to go.

soobin walked up beside you again, his jaw clenched as he looked at the girl with a gaze that could be recognized as anger. "hey, watch your words." he warned, his hand reaching for yours simultaneously.

"is that how you talk to all your customers?" he questioned sternly, even though you tugged at his arm to not create a scene.

the girl froze a little and stayed quiet for a moment, "well, our customers use their words to order." she muttered under her breathe.

ouch.

just that one line made you feel alienated, as if you were a misfit amongst normal people. as if, you being mute made you less deserving of being heard.

your shoulders slumped and soobin could tell that the words got to you. and, it only pissed him off further. "i'd like to speak to your manager." he turned to look at the worker again, his voice firmer now.

you looked up at him and shook your head, "soobin, it's alright. please." you signed subtly, almost ashamed to move your fingers when everybody was staring at the scene now.

soobin wasn't phased, his gaze only softening for the split second he looked at you. "go and wait in the car, love." he said without any explanation, or room for argument. when you didn't move, "go, y/n." he repeated softly.

your breathing faltered a little, but you complied and made your way out of the café. you sat in the passenger seat of soobin's car, waiting for him while he talked to the manager.

you could see through the glass window and your throat tightened, tears stinging your eyes as you looked down at your lap.

after around five minutes, you heard the car door click on the driver's side and you lifted your gaze to meet soobin's. "hey, love." he mumbled quietly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "are you alright?" he asked and took your hand in his, locking your fingers together.

you nodded, despite the burn in your eyes. it's alright. i have him. it's alright. you told yourself, so you wouldn't break down.

soobin could read every emotion on your face and his heart clenched, "love, you can talk to me. i hear you, remember? i'll always hear you." he looked at you with pleading eyes, and he successfuly got you to talk.

your fingers moved shakily as you poured your heart out, and he patiently watched you, decoding every sign you threw at him. you explained how you felt alone and unheard, and less because you couldn't voice your words.

"i know, love. the world has not been very nice to you. i'm sorry." he whispered and pulled you into his chest. "you're not broken, or alone. i've got you, alright? you can always talk to me." he reassured, stroking your hair.

ever since then, soobin never left your side in public places. he always kept you close, even when he had to take calls. he did everything he could, just to shield you from the unkind nature of people.

it wasn't just him looking out for you in public, soobin was also very observant and attentive of you behind closed doors.

he always asked before initiating any form of intimacy, even just kisses.

it's hard not to recall how he asked you 3 times, if you were sure that you wanted to have sex with him. "tap thrice, anywhere on my body if you want to stop. if you have even the slightest doubt. okay?" he mumbled when his lips were latched onto your neck, his hands making their way down south.

soobin always made sure that you were facing him, everytime he made love to you. didn't matter if you were under him or he was under you, didn't matter if he was kneeling between your legs or if you were sitting on his face. he had to see you.

he couldn't hear you enjoying yourself, but that didn't mean he can't watch you.

his eyes were always on you when he was fucking you, his hold so gentle, it almost made you feel like glass. he'd kiss and praise you to no end, constantly affirming how well you were doing, how good you felt around him, how beautiful you looked, how good he was feeling because of you.

soobin relished in the way your breathe would grow laboured when you were close, it was the nearest he'd ever get to hearing you, the slight weight in your breathing.

he always kept one of your hands free, "two taps if you're close, three if you want me to stop, love." he reminded you everytime, and it would always end with you tapping him twice and him whispering multiple 'i love you's' against your ear.

(i cried, pls tell me y'all cried too)