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In The Dark | Choi Soobin

- Choi Soobin x Hyper Feminine!Reader

- Summary: dating Soobin unearths unwanted insecurities

- Warnings: Language, Fluff, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Idol!Soobin, Insecurities, Body Dysmorphia, Implied Chubby Reader, Slight Angst, Smut +18 (Minors DNI) Morally Ambiguous Sex, Dark Themes, Dom!Soobin, Massive Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Self-Degradation, Mutual Masturbation, Humping, Dirty Talk

A/n: special thanks to the anon that suggested I do a repost because Tumblr was being weird and didn't let the fic show up in the tags <33 love love love u

Soobin is a mess.

You said you would be here.

You said you'd support him.

You said he should expect your face among the crowd of VIP guests all peppered towards the front of the stage, sipping on expensive champagne around rounded tables as if the outside world wasn't burning around them.

You promised you'd be here to weather this disgustingly pretentious storm with him.

Soobin's grip on the glassy framework of the award only curled tighter and tighter the further his gaze washed over the obscenely compact crowd. His mouth is moving along to the various shapes of his perfectly rehearsed speech while his eye changes direction with every carefully calculated blink.

His gaze eventually lands on his manager behind the teleprompter- a guardian silhouetted in the darkness, with nothing at all alluding to his importance to the 5 men on stage.

Soobin's words stumble ever so slightly when his manager gives him one subtle, unexpected shake of the head.

"I-I'd also like to thank…" Soobin clears his throat which was a big mistake because the mic was very much displeased with that action as it caused a sharp screech to echo throughout the arena.

Even on this podium, Soobin began to hear your voice as you reassured him, "I'll be there; Soob. I promise," perhaps he shouldn't have brought up such a delicate topic as attending one of his myriad awards shows together, right after a session of heated and messy sex. Your mind had still been in the clouds as you curled beside your boyfriend, your finger trailing along his chest as you looked up at him. Or atleast, Soobin thought you might've looked up athim. It was always hard to tell considering you had only ever had sex with him in the dark.

That unfortunately summed up the entirety of your relationship, Soobin thinks bitterly, always in the fucking dark.

"Uh- I-" he licks his lips now and his chest is constricting and this fucking Prada suit feels far too strenuous on the sleeves and the spotlight is too bright and too hot, it's sizzling his skin-

"Annnd that's why we only do celebratory drinks, after the show Soobin, 진짜" Yeonjun's head shake is comedic as he slides smoothly into the front of the mic

The room erupts into a cloud of polite and amicable laughter and, thanks to Yeonjun, it is as if Soobin's blunder never even happened.

He breezes through the entire congratulations while Soobin is stuck staring helplessly at the floor and it immediately sends a shockwave of grave, grave regret to flow through you as you watch your boyfriend from the comfort of your apartment. Your stomach turns with incomparable guilt as Soobin's group makes their way off stage and you reach blindly for the remote, switching off the TV before it could inflict you with any more human guilt.

All you're able to do for a while is just sit and stare blankly ahead at a black screen, while your emotions chastise you for not keeping your promise.

Nothing feels real.

Not the plushness of the suede couch underneath your pyjama shorts, or the plushie sitting idly on your lap. You begin stroking the rabbit’s obscenely long ears as a mode of self soothing, anything that might allow you to disassociate from the fact that after tonight, you might probably be single. Having already lost a wonderful boyfriend.

You suddenly felt transported to high school when men your age would hit on you as a joke

And men far too old for you would hit on you as a lascivious addition to their mid life crisis.

It had never been real.

This couldn't be real.

Before the intensity of that nauseating thought of your fast approaching break-up could really sink its claws into your stomach, you're immediately brought back into the present by the buzzing of your phone on the couch beside you. Your hand unconsciously squeezes around the softness of the plushie's ears as you read the message from one Choi Soobin.

[23:49 ]수빈 - The Boyfriend 🥕

Since you haven't directly told me you want nothing to do with me I expect you naked when I get home.

You could hear the exact tone through his words alone and it causes a tempest of molten lava to brew in the pits of your stomach. You squeeze your plushie tighter as you quickly type out a response:

[23:50] You:

I'm sorry. That's all I can really say

You don't get a response thereafter. Instead you're left staring at your phone with grave uncertainty, the clock ticking away until the insertion of your password at the front door lock alerts your senses.

He was the only one who knew your password.

When Soobin appears in your living room amongst your bright, pastel and childish things, he looks nothing at all like the smiley fun loving boyfriend all your minimal friends and colleagues know him to be. Instead, he looks like a dark cloud that's just swept itself in, threatening to terrorize everything in its wake. His black hair is a mess after having been so meticulously styled by those poor, poor hairstylists. The makeup that had been red-carpet-ready not even an hour ago is completely gone, leaving his tan skin exposed to the overhead lights. His bareface is somehow both haggard, furious and still so fucking handsome as he glares at you with the intensifiy of a million burning suns.

"You're still dressed." Gone is the slightly high intonation he uses whenever he wants to make his voice sound less intimidating than it actually is.

His tone is as low as the ocean and as hoarse as fucking gravel as he shrugs off his blazer and fiddles with his tie.

"You- You got here so quick I-" While you trample over your words, as he turns to disappear down the short hall to your bedroom. He curses as he pulls at the tie and you follow him helplessly. "I-I thought it was live-"

"These things never are as ‘live' as you think they are." Soobin's condescending scoff stops you momentarily in your tracks. The blood courses through your skin. Everything is warm. All you're able to do is take in a sharp breath before you make your way into your bedroom.

Your arms curl around your soft middle and you lower your head as you stand helplessly at the threshold as if waiting for an invitation into your own fricken room.

Soobin is mad with lust. Although he tries very hard not to show it.

He had initially been looking forward to bending you over a table in the green room while his members enjoyed the rest of the award show. He had been looking forward to ripping off whatever dress would stick to your ample curves, a colour that would obviously match his suit.

Letting the entire arena know you were with him and he was with you.

He had been looking forward to mind blowing congratulatory sex after winning album of the year.

Soobin was hard the moment they said his group's name because all he could think of was the sultry promise you had made to him. "Bring home the gold, and you could do whatever you want to me,"

Soobin is fucking fuming that you took his fantasy away from him. He's fuming that you refused to show up for him tonight.

Although still gravely mad, Soobin watches you slyly from the corner of his eye as you shuffle into your bedroom. He's fiddling with the top button, trying to keep his visage stone cold, hoping to give nothing away at how gravely adorable you appeared, inching yourself into the room as if you were a child being scolded at. He's not sure whether you meant to bring the stuffed rabbit with you but the sight of your curves swimming in your pink pyjamas while you clutched helplessly at the plushie... Soobin clears his throat as he undoes the glimmering cufflinks, "I need to get out of this fucking monkey suit," his says darkly.

"You," his darkened gaze finds you momentarily before once again looking at his cufflinks as if he couldn't be bothered to stare at you for even five seconds, "Get undressed."

Your heart sank with not only the warning in his tone, but the manner in which he looked at you

As if you truly were nothing.

It pained you to see him so disappointed and yet... you still couldn't deny how deeply Soobin in his current state scratched at the very deep and sensitive part of you that liked being degraded by him.

"I'm not gonna ask you again." As you drop the Rabbit onto your bed, slowly, very slowly, you pull at the spaghetti strap of your pyjama shirt, hand almost trembling as you shrug the strap off your left shoulder.

Soobin shrugs off his expensive dress shirt before diving into the drawer you had cleaned out just for him. You watch with wide eyes as Soobin gets re-dressed, this time in a large black shirt and matching black sweatpants. He looked like a guardian of the night while you were forced to expose yourself in front of him.

"C-Could I-"

"No." Soobin says as he refolds the dress shirt and places his clothes on the mantle before sitting down on the fluffy pink ottoman across where you stood by the bed. He could see everything from where he stood and that's the thought that shoots your nerves into overdrive.

"I'm gonna give you 60 seconds to explain yourself." He says, reaching for his thick-rimmed prescriptions on the mantelpiece before shoving them on. Soobin spreads his legs slightly with his arms crossed as he leans back against the wall,"and while you're at it, how about throwing in an explanation for why you act so fucking disgusted to be seen with me-"

"Soobin."

"All you do is hide from this relationship like I'm fucking humiliating-" he scolds before quickly adding, "Sit on the bed and spread your legs." It is a fucking miracle that he successfully manages to relay the command without his voice wavering even once, letting you know how truly affected he is at the sight of your naked body under real lights.

Finally.

Soobin's mouth is dry as he examines every part of you.

You feel like a fucking roadside attraction as he sits up ever so slightly to get a better look at the curves of your waist and ass. The dimples along your embarrassing thighs and the sheer size of your tits. The string of beads around your waist that he never even knew were there. He could see it all.

When you sit on the bed amongst the pillows, you unconsciously wrap yourself in a ball.

"Stop that. Did I say you could hide yourself from me?" Your hands immediately drop to your sides as you stare at Soobin with glistening eyes.

"You stay looking at me," he mutters gravely, and you nod almost automatically. "Touch yourself. I wanna see how your cunt looks when you're wet.” Soobin sneers the filthy words out at you with an evil slightly cocky smirk. “I wanna see the faces you make when you're fucked stupid. I wanna see how dumb you get for your own hand," Soobin's gaze that had been following your hand tentatively crawling between your legs shifts up to meet your eyes and you can feel all your inhibitions melt as Soobin says, "Can you do that for me baby?"

Before you know it, your hand is prying apart your legs. Yhe slickness that had begun forming between your thighs are more than ready to get started despite your mind mumermering its insecurities.

"You're not gonna do that," his voice causes you to snap your eyes open despite you never really remembering when they fluttered closed. "Even when we fuck, you never once let me see you." Soobin is hunched forward with his elbows on his knees as he runs his hand through his hair. "We always fuck in the dark like you're trying desperately to think about someone else."

"Soobin-"

"Rub your clit faster, don't waste my time." Soobin could feel the effects of this little punishment weighing on his dick that feels warm and heavy in his sweatpants. His voice wants to disappear at sight of you finally dipping your fingers to your exposed cunt. You mewl into the air with pursed lips while your other hand pats at the duvet underneath you; in search of something.

Soobin swallows thickly as he rises from the ottoman and you sink further into the sheets as his shadow spills over you.

"'This what you're looking for, Pretty Girl?" he didn't mean for the praise to slip… after all he should be pissed at you. But the sight of your already big eyes only growing bigger at the sight of your rabbit plushie in his hand only sends his arousal into overdrive. You lodsg the plushie into your side as you continue to prod at your pussy.

"Fuck," Soobin whispers at sight of your glistening cunt this close. He sits at the foot of your bed, stroking your leg in unconscious stimulation as he urges you onwards.

"That's it, do it just like that for me. Little circles, just like that-"

"Fuck- Soobin-"

His eyes travel up to your blissed out face and he immediately knows he has you locked away in subspace. That funny little plain of existence that got you to do almost whatever the fuck he asked for. You're a pouty, moaning mess as you dip your index and middle finger inside and Soobin groans at the sight.

"Oh my fucking God," he doesn't know whether to watch your fucked out face framed by your dazzling braids, the beads of sweat growing pregnant along your dark skin, or your fingers ramming into your cunt.

"What a tight fucking cunt, fuck-"

"Soobin-"

Without ever looking away from your cunt he immediately shoots back, "Unless you're gonna apologize, shut the fuck up-"

"I-I'm close," the panting in your voice only has him panting louder as he curses and rushes to pull his own cock out of his sweatpants. He's dripping precum and he squeezes his cock so severely it only causes more precum to bead at the tip. Soobin's cock is red and angry with its non stop twitching and you mindlessly buck your hips up into the air while you squeeze your plushie even closer to your chest.

You immediately relent. "'m'so sorry, Soob-" your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your hand at the sight of Soobin throwing his head back, one hand on the bed underneath him so he can lean back and fuck his fist to the rhythm of your fingers.

"m'so'so sorry- I was so dumb- such a dumb girl-"

Soobin hisses as his cock twitches. His mind is overcast with lust and the sight of your mindless whining only had him nearing his orgasm. He releases his cock to spit at his hand before continuing his stroking.

"Call yourself stupid again and I'm gonna fucking cum-"

His words have you nearing your own orgasm, completely unaware to the extent self degradation affected you sexually. You felt so bad. So incredibly useless, it drove you nuts with arousal. Soobin made a mental note.

"I'm s-so dumb, Soob," you moan pornographically, “I'm so dumb for y-you-”

He's already fucking into his fist at a broken pace as his mouth hangs open. Soobin can't look away from you.

"God, I'm cumming," he whimpers, "You're so fucking pretty you're gonna make me c-" Soobin isn't able to get anotjer word out before he's spurting cum straight onto his clean black shirt. You continue to hump your hand, with your teeth clenched, "C-Can I-" Soobin is still locked away in his own pleasure but a messy kiss on your shin lets you know you're allowed before you're Cumming on your hand with a loud almost guttural scream. With Soobin's eyes on the most vulnerable parts of you, it's the most intense orgasm you've ever had.

“No more hiding.” Soobin says, breathing heavily as his hand returns to your shin.

“We've been in a relationship for 6 serendipitous months and never in those 365 days had I ever given you a reason to hide from me. Or to hide us from the world. Stop that.”

You nod slowly, his big words successfully scooping you out of the petulance of subspace like he knew they would. “I'm sorry,” you say. “I guess I'm just waiting for this all to end up being a dream.”

Soobin places another kiss on your shin as he pulls you onto his lap.

“I'm very much real.” He says.

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) S02E06 | "Smallfolk"