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Soobin and Yeonjun were very open and honest with each other. They were great at communicating their wants and needs, especially their wants in the bedroom.
They often indulged each other in whatever kinks the other might have. They were always willing to try something new. And if it didn’t work, they would move on and try something else.
That being said, Soobin had one kink that he was scared to share.
He loved Yeonjun so much. And he hated seeing him in pain. But there was just something about the way he cried…
He looked so beautiful and pretty and sexy. With his eyes filled with tears, and his bitten lips swollen and red. Soobin wished he could take pictures of Yeonjun crying, but he knew that would be insensitive. So instead, he resorted to looking at pictures other people had taken, mostly from their concerts. Or the videos the staff took, like the day they made him cry in a field for a music video.
Soobin felt guilty for liking it. But he couldn’t help it. Every time he saw Yeonjun cry, instead of feeling the urge to wrap him up in a blanket, he felt the urge to make him cry harder.
And it didn’t help that Yeonjun was such a crybaby. The smallest things would make him tear up. And then Soobin was left to deal with a hard-on before he could take care of it.
But anyways, Yeonjun cried a lot. Which was why it wasn’t a surprise that he received a text from Beomgyu that read:
“Hyung’s in his room crying. You should probably go check on him.”
Soobin got up but first headed to Beomgyu to find out what had happened.
“Oh, well I don’t think Yeonjun slept well last night, and he’s pretty stressed about this comeback, too. So even though Taehyun only jokingly told him to hurry up with the microwave, he snapped and started crying.”
Soobin sighed. Yeah, not a surprise. He left Beomgyu’s room and went across the hall to Yeonjun’s. He knocked first before saying, “Hyung, can I come in?” He heard a mumble and assumed that meant it was fine.
He walked in to find Yeonjun curled up on his bed. He didn’t seem to be crying hard anymore, but there were still tear tracks running down his cheeks. Soobin’s dick twitched (against his will).
“Yeonjun, what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?” Soobin knelt down on the floor in front of Yeonjun’s bed.
Yeonjun sniffled and said, “It’s so stupid. I don’t even know why I’m still crying.”
Soobin lifted a hand to rub Yeonjun’s calf, trying to comfort him. “Well, because it’s a good way to deal with a buildup of emotions. It’s okay to cry.”
“I guess. But Taehyun just made a joke, and I knew that! And he even apologized immediately after. So why am I still so upset?”
Soobin didn’t have an answer for him. All he knew was that Yeonjun needed to let it all out. He kept him company until he tired himself out. Soobin stayed right there on the floor, looking up at him and admiring his beauty.
A loud sigh from Yeonjun signaled that he was done. Even when he needed or wanted to keep crying, he would always put a stop to it eventually.
Yeonjun grabbed his phone. Soobin stayed put where he was, head leaning against Yeonjun’s knee.
“Oh my god, I look horrible.” Yeonjun must’ve had his camera open.
Soobin, in all his stupidity, opened his mouth and spoke without thinking. “You look beautiful.”
Yeonjun threw his phone down and sent him a look of disgust. “What?”
Soobin raised up, suddenly realizing what he said. “Shit, sorry, I just, I meant that—”
“You think I look beautiful? Right now? Right after crying?”
Soobin mumbled something like “more beautiful when you’re crying” under his breath. He thought he was quiet, but apparently Yeonjun heard.
“What?! Soobin, explain yourself!”
Soobin sighed. Time was up. He couldn’t hide his dirty secret any longer. “I like watching you cry.” Tears pooled in Yeonjun’s eyes again. And Soobin quickly backtracked. “Fuck no! I mean I don’t enjoy seeing you hurt or upset, you just look pretty when you cry.”
“I look pretty? Is that it?”
“And it… turns me on.”
Yeonjun leaned back, scooting further onto his bed. Soobin felt bad. “So you… get turned on… when I cry?”
Soobin was starting to get frustrated with Yeonjun’s lack of understanding. “Yes! It’s hot! I fantasize about you crying! I get off to videos of you crying! I know it’s perverted and I’m sorry but it’s just how it is for me.”
Yeonjun hummed. He grabbed Soobin’s hand and pulled him up into the bed with him. “What do you fantasize about?”
Oh? He wasn’t going to scold him? Was he actually going to indulge him?
“Uhh, I like to think about how desperate you look when you cry. How puffy your lips get. How pretty you’d look getting fucked while crying.”
“So when you see me cry, you just want to fuck me?”
“Well, it’s usually my first thought. But then I focus on making sure you’re okay.”
“So, it turns you on when I cry happy tears, too?”
Soobin thought about it. He guessed that all those times Yeonjun cried at concerts were meant to be happy tears, but he always knew there was a hint of sadness there. He tried to think about Yeonjun crying from happiness, but he felt nothing. Yeonjun crying from being upset however? That made his dick hard.
“Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Hmm. Okay. I see. So you want to wait until I’m tired or stressed and start crying? That’s when you want to fuck me?”
Soobin sighed dejectedly. “Yeah. I know it’s wrong. It’s just a fantasy though, don’t worry.”
“We could try it.”
What?? “You want me to fuck you when you’re upset and crying? How would that be fun for you? We don’t have to do something just for my pleasure.”
Yeonjun’s hands wandered, starting to drag over Soobin’s chest. “The idea turns me on a bit too. Because I feel so vulnerable and weak when I cry. When I’m in that state, it's even easier for me to just… slip away, and let someone else take control. I think it could be fun. Make for some good masochistic sex too.” Yeonjun’s hand wandered below his waistline, and he palmed Soobin’s cock.
“Oh? Then tell me what you want to do. I’ll do whatever you say.” Damn, why did he have to sound so eager?
“Wait a while, pick a random day, and surprise me. Make me upset enough that I start crying. And then fuck me.”
Holy shit. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”
“You might in the moment. But I’ll know afterwards that you didn’t mean it.”
“How exactly do I make you start crying? I’ve never really tried to do that before.” Soobin laughed nervously. He was struggling to focus on the conversation now that Yeonjun was essentially giving him a handjob.
“If you pick a day where I’m already tired, it shouldn’t be hard. Just be mean to me. Complain about something I did. Or insult something about me. It’ll be fine.”
Soobin was about two seconds away from cumming in his pants. “Fuck, okay.”
“Mhm, I trust you.” All of a sudden, Yeonjun took his hand away and slapped Soobin’s thigh. “Now leave me be, I’m tired and we’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”
Soobin glared at his boyfriend. He was tempted to just pin him down and fuck him right now. He knew that Yeonjun was just trying to rile him up. But whatever. Soobin would go next door to his own
room and jerk off and moan loud enough to prevent Yeonjun from sleeping.
Soobin was impatient. He wanted to make Yeonjun cry the very next day. But it wouldn’t be much of a surprise then. So he waited. It was nearly a month later that he found a good day to execute his plan.
They’d had a long day of rehearsal, and with the comeback just a week away, the stress was high. They were all struggling to keep up with the new choreo. But Yeonjun especially was beating himself up over it.
Thankfully, they had the next day off, a break to help recharge. Kai and Taehyun were planning on visiting family, and Beomgyu was going to spend the night with a friend. Soobin and Yeonjun would have the apartment to themselves.
The sun had already set by the time they got home. Yeonjun was silent on the way there and stormed into his room once they’d arrived. The others took their time packing their bags, but they were all gone by midnight. Soobin could make his move now.
Soobin listened to see if Yeonjun was already crying, but it was silent in his room. He knocked on the door and walked in before hearing a response. Yeonjun was sitting on his bed, earbuds in and watching something on his phone.
Soobin walked up to him, gently grabbed his phone, and took it from him. Yeonjun, confused, pulled his earbud out and looked up at Soobin.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
Yeonjun nodded and pulled out his other earbud and then waited.
Soobin could already see on his face that he was tired. He saw on his phone that he’d been rewatching their dance practice videos from the day, probably still beating himself up about it. Perfect.
Soobin stayed standing. Sitting down next to Yeonjun and putting himself at his level would ruin the whole power dynamic he was going for. He needed to make Yeonjun feel looked down on, below Soobin, worthless.
“You really need to try harder.” Soobin kept it simple to start. If he just went at Yeonjun with the insults, it wouldn’t feel genuine.
“What do you mean?”
Soobin sighed and crossed his arms. “You really fucked it up at practice today.”
Yeonjun frowned. At the moment, he looked more angry than anything. “What?”
“Everyone else seems to be learning the new choreo just fine. Except for you. It’s like you aren’t even trying.” Yeonjun didn’t reply that time, but Soobin could see his resolve cracking. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on with you recently, but it’s like you’ve given up. It’s really disappointing.” Yeonjun’s eyebrows had turned inwards now, his expression slowly shifting. Soobin kept going. “At this rate, if you don’t improve, they may have to cut your center parts down. We can’t have you making us look like a sloppy mess.” Yeonjun was almost there, tears pooling in his eyes, lip quivering. “Really, I don’t understand why everyone likes you so much. ‘It boy’ my ass.” Soobin leaned closer, getting in Yeonjun’s face. “You shouldn’t be allowed to represent us. You’re useless to the team.”
Yeonjun choked on a sob, the tears falling from his eyes. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought it up over his face. Surprisingly, Soobin’s first thought was that he’d gone too far. But after hearing the way Yeonjun groaned and whined, he quickly changed his mind. Watching Yeonjun try to dry his face and hide his reaction was turning him on so much. He was hard within a couple minutes.
Soobin climbed onto the bed then. He grabbed Yeonjun’s shirt and pulled it off of him, taking away his only cover. “Wow, so pathetic. You’re crying just because I told you the truth?” Soobin kept working on his clothes, pulling his socks off, and then his pants. When Soobin got his underwear off, it worried him a bit that Yeonjun was still soft. But he ignored it and wrapped his hand around Yeonjun’s dick. Yeonjun flinched hard and tried to push Soobin’s hand away, but Soobin used his free hand to trap his wrists against his stomach. “Stop fucking moving. You should be lucky I even want to touch you right now.”
Yeonjun whimpered and nodded. He still kept crying, his breaths becoming shaky and loud as he tried to stop. Soobin couldn’t let that happen though. He started to stroke Yeonjun while continuing. “It’s crazy that I’ve put up with you for so long. You can’t do your job right, sure, but you could at least be a better boyfriend. You ignore me to focus on your work, which ends up being worthless anyway.”
“I’m sorry.” It was so quiet Soobin almost didn’t hear him.
“What was that? Speak up.”
“I’m sorry.” Yeonjun’s voice was squeaky and high-pitched. Soobin knew what that meant. His throat must be so tight right now.
Soobin stopped stroking Yeonjun, who was thankfully hard by now. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants just enough to pull his cock out. Soobin straddled his boyfriend’s chest and forced his cock between his lips. Yeonjun opened obediently.
Soobin tried to thrust right away, but Yeonjun’s throat was so tight that he couldn’t even go halfway in. Yeonjun choked and gagged, which then caused him to cry more. Soobin tried thrusting again, and he almost got his whole cock inside.
Yeonjun struggled to breathe. His face was a mess now, with the tears streaming down his cheeks and spit spilling down his chin. Soobin felt his dick throb hard inside Yeonjun’s mouth. His boyfriend looked a sight, and yet it was the prettiest he’d ever been.
Soobin was close to cumming, but he didn’t want the fun to be over yet. He pulled out of Yeonjun’s mouth and sat back.
Yeonjun tried to tell him something, but it barely came out as a whisper. “Please, stop.”
Soobin laughed. They’d decided on a safeword long ago, so he knew Yeonjun was fine. It was amusing that he would even bother saying that.
“You don’t want to satisfy me? Are you really trying to be an all-around bad boyfriend?”
Yeonjun shook his head. “No, please.”
“If you really cared, you’d shut up and spread your legs.”
Yeonjun’s mouth opened and closed, but he eventually decided on shutting up. He looked away from Soobin and did as he was told. Soobin grabbed the lube from his nightstand and poured some onto his fingers. He started out with three. Yeonjun winced and tensed up. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing more liquid to fall from them. Soobin slapped his thigh, reminding him to be quiet.
Soobin only prepped him for a few minutes before deciding he was stretched enough. He didn’t bother putting any more lube on before pushing the tip of his cock to Yeonjun’s hole. Yeonjun’s eyes stayed closed as Soobin pushed in. He sniffled and whined. He’d given up on trying to wipe his tears away, but his eyes already looked red from all the rubbing he’d done. He was beautiful.
Soobin couldn’t hold back. He fucked Yeonjun with vigor, planting his arms by his head to get a better angle. He leaned over Yeonjun’s face, getting a perfect view of his sobbing self. “You look dehydrated. Here, drink up.” Soobin couldn’t help himself. He needed to make Yeonjun feel lower than life. So as soon as Yeonjun opened his mouth, Soobin stuck out his tongue. The saliva that had pooled in his mouth dripped down onto Yeonjun. Some went in his mouth, but some landed on his lips or cheek instead. Yeonjun’s face squished up as he realized what was happening. He finally opened his eyes, and just then, Soobin decided to actually spit on his face.
Yeonjun just let it happen. He had no ability to stop it anymore. Tears still fell from his eyes, but Soobin could tell that he was barely aware of his surroundings by this point. Soobin changed his position, laying down on him completely. He held onto Yeonjun’s hips for leverage but kept him firmly in place as he fucked. Soobin kissed Yeonjun, but only for a second. He quickly pulled away to lick a stripe on his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears.
“You taste so fucking good. The only thing you’re good for is crying.” His tongue roamed all over Yeonjun’s face, even the corners of his eyes, trying to drink up the liquid from the source. He eventually went back down to his lips and bit them hard, making them swell up even more.
Soobin was close. As much as he wanted to cum inside Yeonjun, he knew it would be even hotter to pull out and add to the mess on his face. So he did just that. He quickly got in position, using one hand to keep stroking himself, and the other to hold Yeonjun’s head up by his hair. Yeonjun, in his submissive state of mind, already knew to be obedient and opened his mouth. Soobin came within seconds. Even though Yeonjun’s mouth was open, he didn’t even try to aim for there. Instead, he aimed for Yeonjun’s eyes. Most of his cum landed on the tops of his cheeks, and when enough had pooled up, it ran down his face, resembling his tears.
As soon as Soobin was done, he fell back onto the bed. Yeonjun stayed sitting up. It was likely he was struggling to process that it was over. His hands eventually touched his face and tried to wipe off the mess. Soobin sat back up and asked, “You okay?” Yeonjun nodded. Soobin noticed that he was no longer hard, and his stomach was covered in cum, too. Good to know that he enjoyed this. Soobin would definitely be making him cry more often.