#zuho x reader

[slytherinshua]

HOLD ME TIGHT

genre. a little tension but not truly e2l. mutual pining/misunderstandings. kinda fluffy. entirely based on motorcyclist!zuho. warnings. briefly mentioned that zuho & reader are spies/assassins. wounds and injuries mentioned (not in detail). zuho is hot (and cute) and rides a motorcycle. pairing. zuho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n. originally got the idea from the lyrics of 'tight' and @eternalgyu's delusions 😭 but it strayed a little away from the first inspiration... hope it's still okay tho

“As long as you hold me tight, we’ll be good.” Juho’s deep voice filled your ears as if in a daze. You forced your head to nod to him, though you had barely processed his words. You weren’t in the best of circumstances at the moment— having gotten beaten up pretty badly just an hour before. Your teammate had been in a different area, and only found you once he was done with his portion of the mission. At least you had taken out the enemy, though.

Now it was just a transportation problem. You couldn’t ride your own motorcycle back to base considering your condition. This forced Juho to clench his jaw and offer for you to ride with him. He didn’t want to. Frankly, he didn’t want to have any reason to even talk to you, but he kept being assigned the same missions as you, so now, here he was.

You didn’t really annoy him. Well, maybe a little— but not in the way people usually did. You were clearly very good at your job, and your charisma was clear in the way you carried out every mission. Juho would be lying if he didn’t hold a lot of respect for you. He was known to be a bit cold to the team, rarely ever talking to anyone besides Taeyang. He particularly avoided you, only because whenever he was in your presence, his brain didn’t seem to think straight.

In short, you distracted him. A lot. He wasn’t one to catch feelings on the job, especially this job, where the circumstances were always teetering on the edge of life or death. But it seemed like you broke all his rules. He had encased his heart behind a thick metal wall, yet somehow, you had already started making a dent in it.

You didn’t think anything of the way he was glaring at you— you couldn’t think of a time when he hadn’t glared at you. But you weren’t appreciating the way your inebriated mind was racing with a thought. Just 1 thought.

Baek Juho looked hot when angry.

Given that you were bleeding and not entirely sober at the moment, the thought was beyond absurd. But it was probably because you were injured and intoxicated that those thoughts allowed themselves to enter your mind.

You were dizzy as you clumsily pushed your body up onto the back of the motorcycle. Juho waited until you were on and secure to take his seat. You tried to put on your helmet, but due to your slight head injury, you couldn’t put on your helmet without worsening the open wound. You heard Juho curse under his breath as you winced in pain.

“I’ll drive safely. Ditch the helmet.” He commanded, sliding on his own helmet and revving up the engine. “I’m not going to start until you’re holding on.” He muttered. Your brain caught onto his annoyed tone, and you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, just slightly gripping his jacket.

“That’s not gonna do a thing.” He commented, grabbing one of your hands and moving it to his waist. Your breath caught up in your throat. In order to hold his waist securely, you had to rest your head against his back. His rather attractive, strong, broad back. You were screwed.

Juho finally started driving once you were holding him as tight as he felt necessary. You were thankful that it wasn’t too much of a windy night, otherwise the breeze would’ve been sure to agitate your wounds. There wasn’t much you could talk about over the sound of the motorcycle, so you kept silent. As you sobered up, you grew evermore aware of how tense Juho was. Was he always this rigid?

To your surprise, when he stopped the motorcycle, you weren’t in front of your team’s base, but instead, a small house. Juho cleared his throat seconds after he had stopped, bringing your attention to the way you were still clinging to his middle. You quickly brought your hands away from him in embarrassment, catching your balance as you got off the vehicle. You were still in a lot of pain, but at least your head was clearer than before. A good 2 am drive did wonders for your mental health.

“Make yourself at home.” Juho said as he opened the door to the house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Juho’s home, but you definitely hadn’t bargained that it would be this… warm.

The first thing you were met with when you stepped inside was the meowing of a cat. A light orange short haired cat soon appeared from another room, mewling up at Juho, quick to give his legs affectionate rubs with his head.

Juho coughed, “Don’t mind Huru. I haven’t been home in a while. I hope you’re not allergic to cats?” He queried, looking back at you as he picked up the cat in his arms, cradling the little boy lovingly.

You were dumbfounded. The Juho in front of you was like a completely different person. You tried to rub your eyes to see if you were just seeing things when you caught onto a smile on his face. Baek Juho smiling. Your teammates would think you were crazy if you told them about this later.

“N-no. I’m fine with cats.” You mumbled a late response to his question, standing awkwardly at the doorway. You had discarded your work boots, but now didn’t know where to go or what to do. You felt like you were intruding. Juho was always a very private person. No one but Taeyang really knew much about his personal life. Yet, here you were, welcomed into his living space by the man himself.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left. There’s a kit in the cabinet. Bring it out and I’ll patch you up.” Juho instructed, his tone much softer than earlier on the mission. It was weird, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like the change. There was a comforting sense with the way he was talking to you… almost, a fond look in his eyes?

You found your way to the bathroom, finding it pristinely clean and organised, as if you were at a hotel. This was something you did expect from the man. The rooms at the base would probably be a pigsty if it weren’t for Juho’s efforts to keep things tidy. You located the first aid kit in the cabinet where Juho said it would be, and brought it back out to the living room.

You sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for Juho to come back. You could hear him rustling in the kitchen. While you were waiting, Huru got curious of the new person in the house and came to start sniffing you cautiously. He jumped up on the couch next to you, investigating you before settling down in a meatloaf position next to you.

Juho came back seconds later, smiling widely at the two of you, “As expected. Huru also has good taste in women.” His eyes held a playful glint as he took a spot next to you on the couch. He got out the supplies needed and started working on the head wound first.

You had been patched up many times by your teammates. It was uncomfortable, and more than not, extremely painful. Most occasions were time sensitive, so there was no room to be careful and gentle when the goal was to stop the bleeding enough to get out of the dangerous situation.

The way Juho was handling you, though, was extremely gentle. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, enough to prevent any extra sting from the disinfectant. He was doing a better job making sure you didn’t feel pain that you would’ve been able to if you had to patch yourself up.

It felt strangely intimate. The small living room, both of you sitting close on the 2 cushioned couch. Huru watched both of you carefully, squinting cutely at his father every once in a while, making Juho smile back. You stayed silent for most of it, until the question became too overbearing for you to keep in any longer.

“How come you’re so warm?” The question came out a little hesitantly, and you gulped down the uncomfortable lump that formed in your throat once you got the words out. Most of the nervousness came from Juho’s expression. He kept a poker face, but confusion soon spread on it as he met your eyes.

“Warm?”

You were forced to elaborate further, fiddling with your hands as Juho set down the blood soaked cotton swab he was holding, “You’re… surprisingly… pleasant to be around?” You offered up the thought, not quite sure if you had articulated it how you would’ve liked, but it would have to do for now.

“Was I not before?” He responded, picking up a fresh roll of bandages and dabbing at a bleeding spot on your arm.

“Well. You were always so reserved? No one would’ve guessed that you lived in this cozy space with a cute cat and a collection of colourful ceramic mugs.” You mumbled. 

Juho stiffened, “You noticed the ceramics?” 

You smiled a little, “They were all lined up so nicely on the shelf in the kitchen… It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cute. Juho had never been called cute before. Cold, unfeeling, rude, professional, reliable, stern. Those were all words he could easily attribute to himself. But cute? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, not liking how you were seconds away from delivering the final blow to the damaged and dented metal wall around his heart. It was seconds away from becoming disfigured beyond imagination, all because of 2 words.

“I see.” He whispered throatily, trying to catch his breath from the unmistakable tension in the room. “You must be tired. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announced, snapping shut the first aid kit and leaving to put it away before you could protest him.

You decided to just go with it. You didn’t have energy or courage to object to anything Juho said. Despite the warmth he had given you tonight, he was still intimidating at times. If he flashed another smile to you, you were sure you’d end up doing something you’d really really regret. 

Lying down on his bed felt like something you were definitely not supposed to do. You were trespassing on his privacy by being here. You should’ve asked him to drive you home instead of letting him let you stay over here. Your brain was racing with the overwhelming thoughts. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Juho came in dressed in pyjamas. He held a mug of hot tea in one hand and some clothes in the other. You could tell he had showered by the way his hair was still wet, and you willed your brain to stop screaming about how attractive he looked like that.

“I thought you might appreciate some tea. And it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your uniform… though I’m sure you’ve done it before. I brought some clothes just in case you wanted to change into them.” He explained shyly, setting down the cup of tea and clothes on the bedside table and quickly saying goodnight. Just going in to give you those 2 things had his stomach twisting and turning in nervousness. The effect you had on him was undeniable.

The tea made you sleepier, and the clothes were incredibly comfortable to sleep in, albeit a little big on you. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep once you relaxed into the soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Your body desperately needed the rest, and you were thankful that there was no work to do tomorrow.

You woke up to Juho’s face dangerously close to yours. You would’ve shrieked in shock if it wasn’t for the sleepiness evident in his eyes. He clearly wasn’t in any state to do anything to you. His eyes weren’t quite closed, but his eyelids drooped down almost all the way. He must’ve also just woken up.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you in an incredibly deep, sleepy morning voice. His eyes had fallen shut again, but he could feel your stare against his face, and he couldn’t help but curve one corner of his lips up.

“I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?” You asked, bewildered at the closeness between you two. It was impossible to want to move, though, given the ache in your body from the past day’s injuries.

“I didn’t mean to… I must’ve been too tired when I came to check on you a couple hours ago.” He whispered. Your response was interrupted when Huru jumped up on the bed, purring contentedly and headbutting Juho’s cheek incessantly. You giggled at the sight. The way Juho closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face, trying (and failing) to get Huru to settle down, was the most precious sight you had seen.

You sighed, “Thank you for your hospitality. I guess I should probably get back to my place now.” Your lack of motivation to actually leave was clearly evident to both you and Juho. Your apartment had always felt a little lonely. You didn’t have the time to decorate it or pick up collecting hobbies like Juho’s ceramics. Neither did you have furry companions to wake you up with affection in the morning. If things went exactly the way you wished them to, you would be able to stay with Juho just for a little longer. His presence right now was more comforting than anyone else's.

Juho sat up, thinking for a second. It seemed as if he could read the thoughts your brain was bringing up, as he suddenly asked, “Do you have plans for later?”

You shook your head.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile. You couldn’t possibly say no to the sight. His bed hair, soft pyjamas, and contented sleepy face— you were sure he was trying to make you fall in love with him at this point. He was the cutest person you had ever seen.

“Are you asking me out right now?” You asked with a smile, an elated feeling bubbling in your chest.

“Only if you say yes.” He responded, impatient to hear your response. 

“Don’t worry. Going out for coffee with my handsome coworker sounds like a great way to spend the day.” You mused and Juho laughed, mirroring the happiness that you felt.

Since you had met Juho, you had always thought he was cold. His sharp features and serious stare gave off a strong impression, and since he didn’t make much effort to get close to people, that unwelcome belief of his personality lived on in your brain for a long time. But it only took that one coffee date to entirely change your perspective on him.

No, Juho wasn’t cold or rude or impolite. He was warm and friendly and so, so cute. He talked a lot about his cats and his childhood— his interest in music, and, of course, his ceramic mugs. He listened intently to everything you had to say. You talked for hours at the cafe, and then for even more hours at home. You kept talking and talking and talking— always finding more you wanted to say; neither of you getting tired of the company.

After that day, Juho no longer looked at missions assigned with you with distaste. Instead of suppressing the fluttery feeling that you summoned in him with just your mere presence, he welcomed it. He smiled a lot more; enough for your other teammates to start to question his switch in behaviour. You had slowly but surely dented the wall surrounding his heart, and now, he gladly let you in, letting you fill every corner of it with warmth and love.

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[mirisss]

Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

 Soulmate, vampire au. 

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think, 

Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon! 

Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter. 

Third Person POV

In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.

Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.

As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.

Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.

His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.

Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.

In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.

Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.

Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.

In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.

Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.

Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.

Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.

The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.

Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.

His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.

Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.

On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.

Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.

Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.

Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.

Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.

The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.

Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.

Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.

His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.

Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.

The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.

Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.

Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.

Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.

Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.

The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.

In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.

In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.

(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.

Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.

Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.

The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.

As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.

In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.

Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.

The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.

As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.

The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.

Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.

The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.

Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.

As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.

The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.

In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.

A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.

Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.

The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.

At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.

The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.

As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny. 

(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.

The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.

As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?

The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.

Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.

In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.

In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest. 

As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.

(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."

As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.

Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.

As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.

The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.

The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.

His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.

"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.

Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.

The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.

As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.

However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.

Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.

Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.

The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.

With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.

Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.

"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.

As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.

As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.

"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.

The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.

"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."

Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."

Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."

In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.

As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.

Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.

"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."

The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.

The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.

"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."

As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.

The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.

With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"

The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.

Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."

The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.

Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."

Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."

The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.

Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.

"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.

(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.

In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.

The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.

With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.

After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."

The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.

Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.

As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.

And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.

Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.

Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.

The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.

The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.

As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.

Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.

With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.

The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.

As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.

Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.

The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.

Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.

As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.

The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.

In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.

In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.

Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.

Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.

In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.

Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.

Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.

Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.

In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.

The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.

However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.

The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.

As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.

The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.

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Day 14: Zuho + Window sex

Pairing: Zuho x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2028

Warnings: Alcohol consumption mentioned but still sober/consenting, dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, semi-public sex, window sex, breast play, nipple play, fingering, begging, brat taming, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male)

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

It’s your anniversary with your husband. Yet you’re alone in your suite, all dressed up and bored while he takes care of work matters. You know keeping his contracts in good standing is important, but it’s one of the few nights of the year where you just want to be spoiled and taken care of.

You’re nursing the bottle of champagne that Juho sent up an hour ago, staring out at the city while your fingers play with the necklace he’d given you as an anniversary present. You just want your man to walk through the door and kiss you silly, but the hours have been ticking by with no sign of him.

Maybe you should just accept it as a loss and run yourself a bath, order something fancy from room service. You can always have fun with yourself, even if you’d much rather have your man’s hands on you. You get so lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear the key card activate the door, nor your husband’s footsteps throughout the suite.

“What’s my beautiful wife thinking so hard about?” Juho asks, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You tilt your head to look up at him, smiling as you wrap your arms around his legs.

“Just how much I missed you,” you sigh, rolling your eyes dramatically. “It seems like my husband forgot I existed tonight.”

You’re honestly just teasing him, but you know how to push Juho’s buttons. You aren’t surprised when he grabs you by the arms and lifts you up, caging you against the dresser with ease.

“Am I giving you enough attention now?” He smirks, fingers sliding between the slit of your dress to touch the inside of your thigh. You let out a soft noise as he slowly moves them higher and higher, clutching the fabric of his suit jacket.

“I don’t know,” you pretend to think, leaning forward to kiss his neck. Dangerous territory, as that’s one of your husband’s most sensitive areas. But you’ve been looking forward to this all day and you aren’t about to back down now.

Juho pulls down the straps of your dress, freeing your breasts. He licks his lips and cups them in his hands, reveling in the soft moans you let out while he touches you. The cool wood against your back mixed with his warm hands is working you up quickly, making you lean forward into his touch. “How about now?” he teases, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Better,” you manage to choke out, just before he slides a hand down and rubs his thumb over your panties. “Much better.”

He trails his thumb up and down your soaked folds slowly, knowing the pace will drive you absolutely crazy. Juho always likes to take his time with you; things in your bedroom are rarely rushed, as your husband always wants to make sure you’re fully taken care of.

“The necklace looks pretty,” he comments, almost absentmindedly. “I guess I have good taste.” You can’t believe you’re half naked in front of him, his hands touching you in the most sinful ways, and he’s just talking about your jewelry. He should be ravishing you or something, you think to yourself. Well, you can always move this along much faster.

“It’s gorgeous. I should really take it off before we go any further, I don’t want to lose it or damage it,” you say, gently pushing his hands away from your body. You turn around and start removing the necklace, ignoring his gaze in the mirror. After a few moments of allowing himself to look at your ass, Juho starts removing his cufflinks.

“Do you wanna know which necklace is my favorite?” you suddenly ask him, placing the jewelry down safely on the dresser.

“Which one?” Your husband decides to humor you, smirking at you through the mirror. By now he’s probably caught on to your little game, but you don’t really care. The sooner you get your man inside you, the better your mood will be. A little manipulation never hurt anyone, after all.

“Your hand,” you tell him, lips twitching up in a smirk when he halts his movements entirely.

He steps right behind you, his hard length pressing into your ass. A predatory smile appears on his face and you grin to yourself, knowing you’ve already won. “Do you want to wear it?”

He doesn’t give you much choice, not when he’s bending you over the dresser a second later with a firm hand on the back of your neck. Juho’s got your dress flipped up over your back in a few seconds, his other hand massaging your ass while he groans.

“You sure you want to be a brat tonight?” he starts, his hips gently rocking against you. “It’s our anniversary so I wanted to be good to you, but I can’t just let you misbehave.”

“You’re the one who left me alone up here for hours,” you remind him. “Who’s to say I didn’t have any fun on my own?”

That’s the final nail in the coffin, judging by Juho’s facial expression in the mirror. Your dress is suddenly shoved down your legs to the floor, leaving you in just your soaking wet panties. Your husband grabs you by the waist and walks you over to the window, pressing your front against the glass.

“I’m going to fuck you right here so everyone can see how much of a brat you are,” he growls, reaching around the front of your body to stick his hand inside your panties. “I’ve been busy trying to make sure I can provide for you, but you’ve been so ungrateful and just desperate for cock, huh? Well don’t worry, I’m not stopping tonight until you’re begging me to.”

You can’t help but moan at his words, shifting your hips to try and get some friction where you want it. But Juho’s hand in your panties stays still, his free hand coming up to wrap around your throat.

“If you want to cum, you better follow every instruction that I give you,” he warns, squeezing a little for emphasis. You nod, a tiny whimper slipping out when he inserts two of his fingers into your core. “Good, you’re learning already.”

Your husband is talented with his fingers; he can have you begging for him with little to no effort, and tonight is no different. Within minutes, you’re already pleading with him to let you cum, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth glass. You’re so high up, there’s little chance that anyone can actually see you, but the thrill is still there anyway. 

“I’m taking these off now,” Juho announces, his fingers hooking into your panties and tugging them down. He stays on his knees once he’s removed them, pushing your legs apart. “You don’t really deserve this after the way you’ve acted, but I love the noises you make. You just won’t get to cum.”

Your breathing hitches in your chest as you realize what’s about to happen, your husband’s lips trailing up your inner thigh oh so slowly. You don’t know if you have the strength to stand up through this, but you don’t have a choice. Juho settles between your legs and licks a fat stripe up your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing on your clit at the same time.

“Oh my god!” you shout, resisting the urge to grind your hips against his face. The last thing you want to do is remind him he’s mad at you and have him stop. “That feels so good baby, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you chant. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his short hair as best as you can, almost squealing when his nose bumps against your clit.

One of your man’s favorite activities is to eat you out, so it’s no surprise that he’s moaning and fisting his cock over his suit pants when you look down at him. He’s good with his mouth, though today that’s a curse because you aren’t allowed to cum. You try to warn him that you’re already close by tightening your grip on his hair, but he only presses his fingers deeper and sucks on your clit even harder. Before you can do anything about it, you’re cumming all over his face and chin, your body trembling with the aftershocks.

“I thought I told you what the rules were tonight,” he sighs, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You cling to the glass desperately, unable to say anything in your defense. You hadn’t played fair and now Juho wasn’t; what could you even say?

Your husband grabs you by the neck and spins you around, his large hand staying on your throat. “If you cum this time, I really won’t stand for it,” he tells you, leaning down for a kiss.

He lets go of you and steps back, quickly stripping out of his suit. You reach forward to help with the buttons on his dress shirt, not thinking. Juho gives you an exasperated look, but he allows you to finish your task, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. You want to run your fingers down his chest, but you don’t want to push him any further.

Now naked, he holds his hand up to your mouth. “Spit,” he tells you, so you do. With his wet hand, he grabs his cock and begins to stroke it to full hardness. Juho knows you’re watching, so he thumbs over the head with a little sigh, glancing up at you for your reaction.

“That’s not fair,” you pout, wanting to touch his cock or put it in your mouth. Either one sounds good, but he’s not going to let you just yet.

Your husband rolls his eyes, stepping forward and kicking your legs apart so he can stand between them. “Fair,” he muses, lining his cock up with your entrance and teasingly rubbing it up and down. “I don’t think you get to decide what’s fair and what’s not tonight.”

Before you can respond, he fully sheaths himself in you, holding your hips so that you can’t squirm against him. Your eyes roll back in your head a little, the squelching sound of Juho bottoming out driving you crazy.

“Please,” you whine, clawing at his shoulders. You feel so full with your walls hugging his cock, but you just want him to move already. “Show everyone I’m yours.”

Your husband growls softly, his hand coming up to grip your throat again. He squeezes gently every time he thrusts in, cutting off your air slightly and making you dizzy with desire. The fact that the two of you even made it to this point is always a surprise, because originally Juho was afraid to hurt you. With careful practice though, it’s now become a favorite activity for both of you. Almost nothing gets you to the edge faster, as evidenced by the way you're scratching at his back and borderline crying from pleasure.

“I’m close,” you warn, biting down on his chest since that was the only place you could reach. “Please let me cum, I’ll make it up to you. Baby, please, I promise!”

Juho looks at you for a few moments, his thrusts still hitting you so deep you can barely keep your focus. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to you,” he sighs, letting go of your throat in favor of grabbing your breasts. The stimulation of his hands against your nipples sends you over the edge with a shout, your walls convulsing around his cock.

Your husband fucks you through your orgasm, then pulls out so he can jerk his cock. You sink to your knees in exhaustion, just in time for him to spill his load all across your breasts.

“You’re definitely mine,” he says, glancing down at the pretty white streaks across your chest. Juho helps you to your feet and kisses you deeply, massaging your ass in his hands. “Now let’s run you a bath so I can fuck you again, slowly this time.”

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Hello again 👋 I’m so happy to see your requests are open. I’ve been in such a soft mood lately. I would love to request Fluff #2 #12 and #30 with Zuho when you have time. 🥰 thank you and have a great day

Here you go, have a nice day too~

Zuho (SF9) | Breakfast in bed & Rainy day & “I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.” fluff | 0.9k

The rain pitter-patters against the window and the soft sound creates the perfect ambience for your rare lazy morning. Taking advantage of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, the television stays turned off. It’s just as well, because neither you nor Juho seem to be able to tear your eyes off each other. But who could blame you, when the morning light makes his features look so ethereal.

“You’re staring,” he mumbles around a bite of his food. The breakfast you’ve prepared together is simple yet delicious. That’s the secret ingredient - love, Juho has joked, and even if you’ve rolled your eyes then, a smile tugs at your lips at the memory.

“So are you,” you counter, voice equally quiet so as to not distract from the sound of rain. The view must be ridiculous - you, sitting inside what could easily be described as a nest made of blankets and pillows, all messy from being awake for less than an hour, and wearing the only piece of one-size-fits-all clothing that actually seems like it could fit anyone. It’s ridiculously warm and fluffy, and it has a hood and it’s long enough for you to curl in it like it’s a short blanket or a long hoodie. And it’s a neon green color that is no less ridiculous than the bright blue one Juho’s wearing. Truly a pair of fools.

“Because I love you,” he says with a self-satisfied grin. He's lucky he's cute.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I love you too?" you tease, reaching out with your fork to steal a bite from his plate. He defends against your half-hearted attack easily, so you let it go with only a hint of a pout on your lips.

"How does take out sound for lunch?" he asks, "Since we've already cooked today."

"Absolutely not," you deadpan. It was only yesterday that you told him you should really eat some hearty, delicious, and most importantly healthy meal. It's not like you feel like cooking, but at least one of you should be the voice of reason. No matter how much the other whines.

"We made the breakfast healthy enough," he tries to sway you. You look at the plate while you chew the bite you've taken. His statement is a little questionable. Unfortunately, not enough that it'd make your logic kick in. The image of a lazy day spent in bed is rather tempting…

"Ramen?" you suggest with a sigh. Maybe you'll feel less guilty if you do at least some cooking.

"Ramen it is!" Juho beams, a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds. You don't get why he's so obsessed with it. Whatever makes him happy, you guess.

"But you're helping me cook tomorrow, for real."

"Sure."

Happy and a only little dismayed by how easy it is to persuade yourself that one more day of unhealthy food is not going to hurt, you keep eating. It's quiet and the gentle ambience of rain reaches your ears once again.

It's not until you finish your food that you notice Juho's still half-full plate. You frown and look up at him only to be met with a fond expression on his face. He must've been staring at you for a while. He speaks up before you can.

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time," he sighs with a wistful smile. Your mind blanks for a second. You have to look away and watch the raindrops race across the window because you can't hold his loving gaze any longer.

"That came out of nowhere," you mutter, trying hard to calm your erratic heart. He chuckles, shrugging.

"Look at us," his voice is as soft as the look in his eyes, "We're a mess but we keep staring at each other, we made breakfast, we'll stuff ourselves full with ramen later. I don't think we'll get out of bed much today."

"Your point?"

It's not that you don't like it. It's just that you haven't felt the butterflies in your stomach this strongly in a while and you don't know how to cope with that.

"I don't think just anyone can love like that," he says, now turning sheepish himself, "So thank you."

Softening at his shyness, you put a hand on his knee and squeeze. 

"Thank you too," you give Juho a reassuring smile, "I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend."

He gasps, dramatically clutching at his chest as if your words have wounded him terribly.

"Boyfriend?" he scoffs, keeping up the charade. His eyes roll towards the ceiling like he can't believe his ears.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, love?" you quirk a brow at him, very much amused and in disbelief.

"Not yet," he grumbles and drops the act. He scoots closer until your knees bump together and he can pull you closer to him. His lips find your forehead. "Boyfriend is alright, for now."

You hum, shifting even closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The rain outside is picking up, and you realize that there's probably not enough food to make anything but ramen for lunch even if you wanted to. Whatever, Juho loves it and nothing can beat warm ramen on a cold day.

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[lizzyk137]

New Form of Payment- SF9 Zuho (A Zuho X Reader Story)

Summary: You're Zuho's cat's groomer and after a late work day Zuho forgets his wallet to pay for his kitty's spa day. Will you accept his new form of payment? Warnings: Major smut, overstimulation, light choking, finger play, breast play, anal, DP, daddy kink, good girl kink, and fluff at the end and between.

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"I'll give you a call when they're all ready, sir!" You smiled at your handsome customer with two adorable cats.

You took your time making sure both of the cats had a good and enjoyable time in your salon as you daydreamer about their handsome owner, Juho.

You've seen him on some videos online, and on your Twitter feed, he was in an idol group called SF9, and by some miracle, Juho decided your salon was best to get his cats groomed. You haven't yet met Juho until today, but the girls in the salon kept going on about how handsome, sweet and caring he was. And you had come to find out all the things they described about him were true.

Today was the fifth time Juho had been to the salon, and you were finally lucky enough to be working on the same day as his cats appointment.

You finished brushing out Haru and gave him a small spritz of kitty cologne and put him back into his kennel so you could call his owner to come and pick him up.

Dialing his number, your hands shook slightly with nerves. 'Get a hold of yourself, pretend he is a normal customer,' you thought to yourself.

The line rang and finally you heard a low hello ring out into the phone.

"Hi, Juho? This is Y/N, from Kitty's Paradise, I'm just calling to let you know your babies are all set to be picked up!"

Ever since his cat's grooming appointment with you, Juho has chosen you as his cat's groomer and has religiously brought them in every month to have a little spa day. He'd always give you the biggest smile and wave when he saw you through the window, then answer the phone excitedly when you called to let him know his cats were done their spa day. He had even asked for your number to schedule appointments and to send you cute pictures of his kitties. You eventually grew a huge crush in him and yearned to kiss those pink lips every time he walked through the door but you kept it professional even though your mind went blank except of thoughts of his body on yours anytime you saw him.

"Hey, Juho, just calling to let you know they're ready for pick up!" You hung up after your goodbyes and printed out what his total would be to give it to him. He collected his total sheets in a small scrapbook with a small picture of each cat in case he wanted to go back to a certain haircut or do a different shampoo.

Your coworkers said their goodbyes, and you were the last one in the building for the night. Zuho said he had to work a bit later than usual tonight, so you stayed back and waited on him. You soon saw head lights pull into the parking lot and a black car parked near the entrance. You grabbed the carriers and gently placed each cat inside and brought them to the front just in time for Juho to open the door.

Your eyes widened, and you had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop. His black hair was slicked back with a few pieces of his bangs loose, and he wore all leather pants and a leather jacket that was snug to his body.

"H-hi! They're all ready for you!" You put on a bright smile to hide your nervousness and sat the carriers on the table in the lobby.

Juho bent down and checked on each of his cats, his shirt slowly moving up his back, exposing his smooth skin. You licked your lips at the sight and quickly turned away before Juho saw. But he did see, and he watched you turned away with a smirk on his face.

"So what do I owe you today?" He leaned up against the counter, his muscles clinging to the leather making you well aware of how toned Juho was. You face burned at your thoughts, although innocent, and you gave him his total paper. He ruffled through his pockets and then gave you a small cocky grin. "Would you accept a different type of payment instead today?"

"Um, what do you mean?" You asked nervously.

"This." He reached his hand forward and scooped it around the back of your neck and brought your lips to his. It started off just as an innocent kiss until his tongue gently went across your lips, asking for entrance, which you granted, and soon your tongues were dancing around as your hands made their way to his chest.

You pulled away after a few minutes, panting for hair, and you looked to see Juho staring at your smirking. He stepped back and locked the front door as he then made his way to the gate. He unlocked it and stepped inside a foot away from you. He bit his bottom lip, stepped towards you, and reconnected your lips as he picked you up and placed you on the grooming table behind you.

Both of your hands roamed each other's body, and you gasped in the kiss when Juho's hand found one of your breasts, and he gently kneaded it, earning a small moan from you. He continued as his other hand found your other breast, making you moan out as he found your clothed nipple and rolled it between his fingers. "God, I love it when you moan." He growled, his lips still on yours.

He let go of your breasts suddenly, and you gave a small whine in protest. His hands found the back of your smock and he untied it and ripped it off of you. His hands found the hem of your shirt soon afterwards and he lifted it off exposing your naked breathes. "Do you come to work with no bra on for me?" He asked cockily as he eyes your chest.

"I-I, oh my..." you gasped as his mouth found one of your small pink nipples. He sucked and bit as his lips latched onto your chest, making your body heat up as you could feel yourself getting wetter. You tried to close your legs so you could relive the tension between them but Juho spread them open with one hand as he placed his body between them.

His mouth unlatched for your chest and he circled your nipple with his tongue, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you lean back in pleasure just at him using his tongue. He started to wonder what you would do when his tongue reached your most sensitive areas that he could feel growing wetter as he teased you. He tongue flicked the tip of your nip cause you to gasp out as your back arched.

He gently pushed you down on the table as his tongue made its way down the curve of your breast and onto your stomach, making your squirm slightly under his arm as he made his way to the hem of your smock pants. His tongue pulled away, and you looked at him as he reached the ties on your pants with a smirk on his face. "Your pants are soaked just at me playing with your nipples. What are you going to do when I play elsewhere?"

Before you could reply, his teeth found the ties to your pants as he undid the little bow that kept your pants snug to your waist. His hands gripped your breasts suddenly, a gasp escaping from you, and they played down your body till they reached your pants, and he lifted your hips up as he pulled your pants and underwear down with one hand. The cold air hitting your hot mounds caused you to shiver.

Juho groaned as he took in your naked body. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He pushed you further onto the table and propped one of your legs up on it, and the other rested on his back as he leaned down towards your center. Your breathing got deep as you could feel him close to your body but not touching. You whined, which earned a small chuckle from Juho. "So impatient for me, aren't you?"

His lips barely touched your skin as he placed a small kiss on your clit. "Please..." You whispered, your eyes locked on his.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

He dived into your pussy as his fingers spread your folds and his tongue licked up all the juices that poured out. Your eyes rolled back as his tongue made its way in and out of your hole. Your eyes made their way back to his and he could feel his pants tightening watching your face look at him in pleasure.

His finger replaced his tongue and you cried out at the cool digit entering your hot body. Your hands grabbed the edge of the table as his tongue danced around your clit with him occasionally nipping or sucking.

He sucked on your clit, his tongue licking it as he sucked and he shoved three fingers into you. Your mind was starting to go blank as your body started to overcome with pleasure. "Juho, I'm - I'm about to come." You cried out as he sped up his pace. Pleasure over came you in waves as he continued, and you called out his name as your orgasmed, his tongue eventually lapping up all your juices.

"Such a good girl, he muttered against your skin, "you came so well for daddy."

You gasped for air as he continued to lick and suck on your clit overstimulating you. He gave one last lick from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit, slurping up as much of your juices as he could. He took off his jacket, exposing his bare chest. You bit your lip as he pulled down his pants, exposing the hard v of his pelvis till they made their way down to his member. Your eyes widened at how big and girth he was, and you got nervous just thinking if you could even fit him inside of you.

He stroked his cock a few times as he watched your chest heave and your face turned from pleasure to excitement. He stepped on the tables foot pedal and brought the table down so your pussy was level with his gaint cock. You gulped as he brought it closer to your sopping mounds. "Already so wet again for me, baby girl. Do you think you've been a good girl to deserves daddy's cock."

You nodded quickly, your tongue moistened your lips to speak, which Juho groaned at the sight of. "Yes, daddy. I want your big, fat cock in me."

"I just can't say no to you, princess." He said as he slammed his cock into you, your screams echoing in the room. He stayed still for a second, his lips finding their way to yours as he peppered them with small kisses while your body clung to his long shaft. He slowly started moving in and out of you, causing you both to moan. "So tight and wet for me. You've been such a good girl for daddy. Daddy wants to fill you up."

He continued to go slow until your body didn't have as tight of a hold on him and he picked up his pace, one hand on your hip and the other made their way to your neck, lightly holding it. "Faster, daddy." You cried out, and he slammed his cock back into you at a fast pace.

"I love hearing those cries."

His cock pounded into your g-spot and you felt yourself grow closer to another orgasm. "So close, daddy."

Zuho picked up the pace while his hand moved from your hip down to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts causing the sides of your linings to close onto his dick as your screamed out. He continued to pound into your, your screams ringing out as he felt his hardening cock shoot out ropes of his cum into you. His slowed down but kept his cock inside of you as he kissed your trembling body. "Such a good girl. You did such a good job clinging to your daddy's fat cock."

He pinched your nipple which earned a cry from you. He pulled out, his and your juices flowing out of your gaping hole. He turned your around to have you on all fours as he slammed his still hard cock into you. He thrusted in and out of you, his cum and being shoved back inside of you. He lifted you up as you back slammed into his chest and he stroked your clit with one hand as the other twisted your nipple between his fingers. Your body was overstimuated, but pleasure crashed over you as his thrusts grew faster. His moved your chest to turn so he could latch onto one of your bouncing breasts as his gripped your neck, choking you.

You felt yourself nearing your orgasm as tears ran down your face. He slapped your clit repeatedly as you felt yourself come all over him, your juices leaking out from your pussy. He threw you back onto the table. Your arms too weak to hold yourself up as his dick continued to fuck into you, your mind blank from pure pleasure.

"Already so drunk of my cock. When we've barely even started." Juho grunted as he unloaded another jet of his sticky cum into you. He kissed your back as he shoved his cum in and out of your wet hole. "I love stuffing you full of my cum." He pulled out, the cold hitting you once again until warmth was brought back in the form of four fingers as he finger fucked you. He slapped your ass causing you to cry out. "I want to fuck you until your so cock drunk you can't think straight."

"Yes, please." You wiggled your ass in excitement and he gave it another slap and he continued to fuck your pussy with his fingers. His cock found the opening of your ass and he rubbed against it. He took his finger out and rubbed the mixture of your juices and his cum over his shaft and your ass. He slowly pushed his cock into you as your cried out in pain. He slowly moved his dick in and out of you until pleasure replaced pain and you moaned as his fingers made their way back to filling up your pussy. He contined to fuck you in both holes, his grip finding its way to your neck.

Your juices coated his hand as he came into your ass with a loud moan and a fuck me. He continednto fuck his cum into you as you clenched around his fingers, your fourth of orgasm of the night.

He pulled out, his sticky cum making its way down your ass to your already sticky legs. He bent down and licked all the way up your pussy to your ass, collecting your juices and his cum. He pulled you up, and his mouth found yours, your lips licking up everything from his.

He sat down tired on the table, his shaft still hard. You were so overstimuated at this point and drunk on his cock and you didn't care. You've never felt this much pleasure before, and as tired as you both were, you craved more. You leaned over, your lips taking in the tip of his penis. Slowly, you took in more of him, as much as you could fit on your tiny mouth, hearing him moan as his hands found their way to your hair, tangling themselves into it as he bobbed your head up and down his shaft causing you to gag as you took in his length. "Take daddy's cock." He muttered, "You're being such a good girl taking all of daddy in every hole."

Your hands found his shaft, and you stroked him as your other hand played with his large balls. You felt his pelvis move up and down as he started to fuck your mouth causing you to gag more as his speed increased. The tip of his penis hardened more as he grew near to his climax. Your mouth was soon coated with his cum and he moaned out your name. You licked up every last drop and swallowed. You gor up and swung your leg over his body as you sat down on cock causing him to shudder as you took his overstimuated penis in your wet pussy.

You moved slowly up and down, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you pleasured both of you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you bounced up and down faster, making you both moan. You soon both reached your fifth climax, and your juices mixed together as he filled you up. He thrusted into you a few more times making sure to coat your insides with his hot cum.

"I want to stay inside you forever." He mumbled and he held you in his arms, his cock softening inside of you.

You nodded, too drunk from sex to say anything. His lips found your nipple and he planted soft kisses on each. He picked you up, not pulling out as he made his way over to grab a towel from the rack nearby. He sprayed some water on it from the tub and then carried you back to the table. He laid you down and slowly pulled out of you, both of you whined as your bodies unconnected. He cleaned you up then himself. He handed you your clothes and helped you put them on.

He got dressed himself and cupped your check, giving you a small kiss on the lips. "Is this form of payment acceptable in the future?"

"Mhm, it is." You kissed his exposed collarbone, and he groaned.

He winked and pulled you close. "I guess I'll have to come by more often then."

For my friend who gave me the idea, I'll get better at writing on time. XD

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[kdream-factory]

After all this time... [SF9 Zuho Oneshot]

♥ I wanna ask you to read this while listening to Dylan Conrique’s “Birthday Cake” on loop ♥

[Warnings: ANGST!, Heartbreak!, toxic relationship, commitment issues, wrong understanding of what love is, relationship fights, gn!reader]

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Your love life had a sad beginning and you always were convinced it would have a sad ending too. You and Zuho have had a relationship for 3 years now. From the start it had been an unhealthy one. Him having commitment issues and you being so love deprived throughout your whole life that everytime someone loved you, you thought you would have to do something to deserve it. Zuho and you getting into a relationship was a miracle. It took 4 attempts to finally be able to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. People always thought you two were the perfect couple, your relationship being so ‘powerful and strong’ when truely it was a day to day fight. This hasn’t always been the case. After about one year of Zuho and you tricking yourself into believing that what you had was love for life the fassade and all the fakeness started falling apart. The trigger point was Zuho’s commitment issues coming back to life, although they where never gone but instead just buried deep down in a chest of untouched feelings. What made it bearable for you two was the fact that you where the one who always tried to push him into thinking different. You remembered him that he would not have to walk alone but instead you would take his hand, him sometimes being more strict to himself and sometimes giving in to your words easily. ‘Communication is key’ was your motto. Putting this rule into practice was barely needed because you two were lacking problems. Thats what you two thought. Thats what you had to pretend for your little bush of roses to keep growing and, of course, to hide what was underneath it. There came a time where both of you thought you would never face any hardships in your relationship so that you two agreed on instantly talking it out if one of you had a problem, not realising that, this being a lie, would’ve been needed way before you set it. 

Two full years into your relationship and a little war of pointing at each other and telling your partner that they had a problem and them not admitting it, on both sides, had started. Pretending that your relationship was all fine was getting harder and harder. Your opinion was always the stronger one while Zuho never seemed to face his issues. Occassionally you would wake up from that rage fit and at that time this was the last straw that kept you two at stake. You always tried to speak in a calm tone, telling him you don’t mean bad when the truth was that your helper syndrom was at it’s peak and you were near to exploding. Two and a half years in, that exact same barrel was constantly overflowing. You openly blamed him for not beeing able to show love when all you did was powder his butt with love and affection and yes, at first you were totally fine with it because that was what kept you driving. You thought you would get some praise for all the stuff you did because praise for you meant love. Why would anybody ever be nice to you when there wasn’t something they would wanna benefit from nor why would you get love when you did nothing very lovable. You had to earn yourself the love you always wanted. Zuho being that mysterious and heart broken guy you thought you could fix was the perfect experiment, just that you thought you were being genuine in what you did for him, and you were at first. But one day Zuho snapped.

Zuho: “How could I possibly take any of your love serious when honestly all you do this for is yourself, to not feel useless?!”

Y/N: “Who are YOU to judge who never even went out of his comfort zone and never EVER appreciated one thing I did, no wait, that ANYONE did for him? Are you that heartless? And you say you are the one suffering?!”

Those arguments went on and on for months and they were getting so bad that sometimes you wouldn’t even talk for a week straight because thats how either you two got your piece or how long it took for one of you to apologize, if that was even in any of yours vocabular. The hardest times were when guilt started kicking in and you realized you never even gave Zuho a chance to explain himself or you never saw listening to him as an option. And it’s true, pride shouldn’t be stronger than the knowledge of being able to step back with your own needs when someone else is suffering more and can hardly handle it. Sometimes. When you’d pull yourself together to reach out a hand to Zuho he would just slap it away, rarely ever accepting it and when he did, you two would surprisingly well talk it out, sometimes just sit next to each other or in each others arms while listening to each other cry. In those times of you two sharing words, apologies weren’t needed. Your tears spoke for you. But shame would often take over, then ignorance, and then the cycle started over and over again. Zuho, who, to your unbeknownst, analysed those situation more than you thought, took the courage to speak up about it in another of your rough conversations.

Zuho: “-Y/N I understand you... I have, in fact, two weeks ago. We have been at this point. Aren’t you tired of all of this? Why can’t we break out of this cycle? Everytime we two barely make it through the last argument and seem to make a good end, it all starts again because one of us is too full of themselve to admit we are having a problem. Listen I- I love you okay? I know we have said that like... maybe thrice in the last two months but honestly I just feel so exhausted when I hear it from you. I wanna accept it. I really do but can’t you imagine that every time I think we found a good basis and the hill is going up my hopes of us getting closer are thrown out the window because of a stupid fight? All this is stupid!”

Y/N: “...Gosh Babe I know I KNOW you’re right and I wish I could show you how I feel the same but... i feel like you say you understand but in fact you don’t because if you did you would’ve changed things... I don’t know but the past year I have always been the one to take steps towards you and my strength to do that is slowly fading. I feel like I am running on hot coals when sometimes I feel like I deserve for you to come and pick me up and carry me on your hands. I don’t wanna blame you here but I fear I just don’t have the mentality anymore and it- it destroys me from the inside. Why is it so hard for you to just give back a bit of love? I see we both seem delighted by the concept of ‘give and take’ but do you know how hard of a punch in the face it is for me when you say you cannot take my ‘I love you’s” serious anymore but then demand that I put down my guard of basic needs for love when in all those years this was your main problem and you NEVER made an attempt at stepping out of your bubble? Zuho that is taking but never giving!”

Zuho: “Y/N WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU TRY TO BE BETRAYED YOUR WHOLE LIFE AND THEN TRUST PEOPLE AGAIN? I-”

You flinched.

Zuho: “Shit Sorry... excuse me I didn’t mean to yell I- *sigh*”

Y/N: “No Zuho, you meant that. Sometimes, and I am sorry for what I am about to say but I can’t do this anymore, sometimes I desperately wish for us to fight after we didn’t talk for a week because I really hope we find each other in fights where we end up in each others arm just crying... Because that has been the ONLY time over the last year where we have truely been emotionally on the same level and where we exchanged some kind of affection. Shit we don’t even have Sex anymore Zuho!”

Zuho: “We did have reconciliation Sex-”

Y/N: “ ZUHO WAKE UP! That has literally been hate Sex! Do YOU not ever wish to be held gently? To be carrased??? Surprise, surprise: I DO!”

The long pause that filled the air made you anxious.

Zuho: “I... I really have never given you the attention you deserve, have I?”

His question made you unbelievably sad and heartbroken, tears started running.

Y/N: “No Zuho... you haven’t. And I am shook it took you three years to realise. I... *sob* Zuho I know I haven’t been nice to you over the last year either. But I was desperate and helpless. All those fights I started were a call in hope for you to wake up. Everytime I tried talking sublty about it, trying to approach you to rationally talk about my needs I hoped for you to do better but you took it personally and made it seem like I had bad intentions. I noticed that if this wouldn’t work and that you would only yell at me- I thought yelling back would be the only way to get through to you...”

Zuho has long started crying too, holding his hands infront of his face, running them through his hair, walking up and down the apartment and sitting back down again.

Y/N: “And YES Zuho. I DO wanna apologize for all the things I have said. But don’t you realise that while I know you deeply wanted to fight your commitment issues, you pushed me away and did the exact opposite? I don’t wanna reach out anymore. I love yo-  ahrrghh I don’t dare to say it when you might think I don’t mean it but I always meant it. And Zuho I still do, but I need to safe myself now.”

Zuho was shaking his head. He couldn’t get himself to look into your eyes because that meant accepting the situation. His breathing got heavier and heavier until he broke down and all came out. He just realised that he was the perfect example of ‘People only start to appreciate something when they lost it’ and he did not want to see your crying form because that meant to look at what he had done, how he broke you and how your instability was his fault. 

Zuho: “Please no... Please tell me WHY WHY WHY when all we want is to be loved- WHY can’t we take the courage to do it NOW? Y/N please tell me you give this a chance if you love me! This can’t end like this, I was so so stupid PLEASE I can’t loose you! I- I-”

Zuho was now facing you, begging on his knees while you sat on your shared sofa, his head laying on your thighs and his arms hugging your lower body so tight in fear of letting you go, feeling his tears on your legs. You had to wipe your own away, fast enough for them not to hit Zuho but you have never felt something so heavy in that moment and it was too hard for you to hold all of them back.

Y/N: “Zuho I- I start to think that I used to love the old you. I loved the thought of naive little me thinking I now found my prince and that now my time to be loved has come and I miss the time I found joy in us. I was disappointed once and I just cannot handle a second time and I don’t want to take the risk. That’s delusional for both me AND you. Gosh you don’t know how hard it is for me right now but-”

Zuho: “No, No, NO I am begging you please don’t say it please Y/N I cannot handle another person leaving me... I can’t!”

Y/N: “I know Zuho, I know but it has to be said! I don’t think we do each other good and for both our sakes it is better for each of us to start and learn to love and accept ourselves first and... and learn how to deal with our issues first and-”

You took a deep breath.

Y/N: “I think it’s time to end this relationship.”

Zuho’s sobbing got immense in that exact same moment, he had difficulties containing his breathing and when he started to stand up to furiously walk through the apartment it stung like a knife right through your heart to see his red eyes, his puffy lips and cheeks, you so badly desired to hold him, kiss him and tell him that everything is going to be fine but you promised yourself you wouldn’t lie to yourself ever again. Seeing him like this, who you always dreamed about would love you, made you do him justice and you broke down in whimmers too, holding your hand against your mouth, your vision blurring due to all the tears collecting themselves.

The scene was pure heartbreak and the world you two tried to poorly create fell apart,

finally...

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I wrote this for a friend of mine and while I wrote this I thought “Wow Niwi are you okay? This is damn sad”... I am not. I was bawling my eyes out the whole time- I really hope you enjoy this one. Niwi~

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[seawitch62]

Cancelled Flight

SF9 x OC

Fluff

WC - 1k

Something is wrong!

We should have boarded our flight fifteen minutes ago.

Looking around the terminal, people are getting anxious, they sense a delay or worse, canceled flight.

People checking their phones, checking the flight schedule board.

Some are pacing, others asking the airport staff questions.

All except those nine guys.

They are not perturbed in the least.

Handsome bunch, and tall, she thinks to herself. 

Must be experienced travelers.

Wish they would inform us what the hell is happening.

"Flight 462 is canceled due to bad weather, we are very sorry  for any inconvenience".

"What the fuck"

"Just great".

Lea makes her way to the desk to find out more details.

She is not alone in her quest for knowledge.

Everyone talking at once, raising their voice to be heard.

The man at the information desk raises his hands.

"I can not hear or answer your questions when you all talk at once.  Your flight is delayed till tomorrow. You can stay at the airport or find a hotel for the night".

Lea Google's hotels, finds several, they are all booked till she reaches The Glorious Hotel.

Room booked, collecting her bags she leaves the airport and hails a taxi.

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Weighing the cost of the room against sleeping at the airport, the Hotel wins.

Dinner shower sleep, that's all I want, a peaceful night's sleep.

Walking into the hotel lobby, wow it's stunning.

The front desk is crowded.

All at once the nine gentlemen at the front desk turn and stare at Lea with such intensity she feels her face burning.

Once again their attention is on booking their rooms.

A bellhop gathers their luggage motioning them towards the elevators.

One by one they share one last glance of Lea.

Starting to feel uncomfortable with this unwanted attention, she waits till they have all entered and the elevators close.

Finally at the front desk, obtaining her key card, she is helped by another bellhop and escorted to her room.

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Closing the door, I can finally unwind.

The room decor, green and blue elegantly decorated.

Bobbing up and down  the mattress, heaven.

Hugging the pillow, sweet.

Shower time.

While Lea is drying her hair the phone rings.

Ring ring ring. 

"Hello"

"This is the front desk"

"Yes, the dining room is now open, dinner will be available in ten minutes"

"Thank you".

Well I am hungry.

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After ordering her meal, Lea takes in the opulence of the room.

Beautiful.

The nine walk into the dining area in single file, they make their way to the table that sits twelve.

Their presence demands prompt attention in which they receive.

Menus given, meals ordered.

Their waiter returns shortly with bottles of red wine.

Plate empty, Lea summons the waiter  to pay for her meal.

Time to hit the sack she thinks to herself.

On her way to the exit, she passes the table of nine.

"Care to partake in a glass of wine?" Rowoon enquiries.

Not to offend. Sitting down "thank you".

"My name is Lea".

"Rowoon"

"Jaeyoon"

"Inseong"

"Youngbin"

"Zuho"

"Taeyang"

"Dawon"

"Chani"

"Hwiyoung"

"Nice to meet you all ".

Sipping her wine, "delicious thank you".

Several glasses later, feeling  a buzz, "well I better go"."Already? It's early! We thought you might join in the game!" Zuho tells her.

"Game?"

"Pick a team," Hwiyoung instructs.

"Team?"

"I…I " she stutters.

Looking at them, she points to Youngbin, "his team".

"Well that's hardly fair, they already have an extra" Hwiyoung states.

"We don't need extras to kick their ass!" Dawon adds.

Jaeyoon, Inseong Zuho Rowoon and Youngbin, stand "come on  shorty you are with us!".

Stumbling from her chair, totally confused, Lea follows.

Looking around the room, "fuck what I have I got myself into?"

In a hotel room with five strangers.

"Close the blinds," Jaeyoon orders.

Blue blinds close, the room darkens,  till Zuho flicks the light switch. 

Nervousness now the emotion that is taking hold, panic  even.

Youngbin sits on the bed, cleaning a pistol.

Jaeyoon cleans his pistol adding a silencer, Inseong, Rowoon and Zuho now have pistols out.

"What the fuck?"

Looking at her questioning, "you don't  have a weapon?".

"You better find one" , Youngbin suggests.

"Any experience with thievery shorty?" Rowoon asks.

"Err, no"

"You will catch on" he states.

With stealth and grace that defies their height, the group break into the back office, where a safe is located.

With what appears like years of experience Inseong cracks the safe.

"Yes," he whispers.

Holding up a gold bracelet.

"Let's go" motions Zuho.

"Time to celebrate".

The bar at the Glorious hotel, resembled the decor of the hotel. 

The aroma from the scented candles, Jasmine, filled the room.

Seated at the table, red wine flows once more in celebration.

The doors fly open, Taeyang Dawon and Chani enter the bar.

A tense moment is quickly dispelled as Dawon  Chani and Taeyang offer their congratulations.

Bottles of wine consumed, the conversation, light in its content.

The doors to the bar swing open, Hwiyoung stands there, flowers in his hand.

Swiftly he drops the flowers to expose a gun,  the noise is deafening as he shoots in the direction of Inseong. 

Chaos is now let loose.

All nine have their weapons drawn.

Wild west meets gangster meets James Bond is the best way to describe the subsequent events.

One would think fireworks, but no, guns firing, in every direction.

Total and utter mayhem.

Lea screams and ducks under the table.

Terrified.

"OMG  I'm going to die" she weeps.

Sensing someone close, Lea peeks from under the table.

Dawon is looming over her, smiling.

"Fuck I'm dead!" She utters.

Then abruptly he starts singing.

"Baby dance with me

Dance with me Let’s have fun"

With an outstretched hand  Dawon grins.

Taking his hand Lea stands hoping to escape 

A flying chair connects with Lea's head, pain and dizziness then nothing.

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The throbbing that is assaulting her skull wakes her up.

She is in her hotel room.

"What the fuck?"

"I have to get out of here!"

Waiting at the front desk to check out.

There is a commotion behind her she turns to see it's the nine.

"Good morning shorty, fun time last night huh" Chani greets her.

"How's the head, my bad! Sorry about that" Youngbin offered.

The hotel manager greets the nine, "glad you  guys enjoyed last night's activities see you next time".

"Let's get to the airport, flight to catch" Rowoon.

"Come on Shorty we will drive you" 

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[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 12- Threesome

Pairings: Zuho x Fem!Reader x Hwiyoung

Warnings: Daddy!Zuho, Nicknames (my darling, my love, baby), m/m action, spit roasting, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

Some people think that having two partners is impossible. Most people thought that everyone would be too jealous for it to work. That was not the case, especially in your relationship. Was it difficult? Yeah, of course, it could get difficult but, you got through the hard times together and with lots of communication. The thing that you had the hardest time grasping was that you managed to pull not one but two of the most beautiful, loving, and supportive partners anyone could ask for. With Zuho and Hwiyoung every day was an adventure. They each had their own quirks and they were just so easy to love.

Lately, you noticed that Hwiyoung had been really stressed about something. You and Zuho were in the kitchen just finishing cleaning up after lunch. You spotted Hwiyoung outside. He was just sitting on your porch bench staring out into the rain.

"Hey, Zu," you asked, "have you noticed anything up with Hwiyoung lately? He seems really down or stressed but every time I ask him what's wrong he just says it's nothing important."

"Yeah, I have noticed that too," he replied, "I think it has to do with the new song. He probably is just really wanting to do well on the new song."

"You're probably right. He would let us know if it was something serious," you said, "I just wish there was something we could do to cheer him up or get him out of his head for a bit."

"Well," Zuho started with a mischievous grin, "I know one thing we could do to get his mind off of it." Zuho had said it in a tone that you knew meant he was talking about all three of you having some intimate time together.

You weren't opposed to the idea but, you wondered, "Do you really think that will do the trick?"

"I'll tell you what my darling," he said, "why don't you think about it. I am going to go take a shower." He turned to go upstairs to take his shower and you stood there and thought for a moment. In the end, you didn't have to think about it much. Any excuse to be pleasured by your two lovers had you wet at the thought. Worse comes to worse Hwiyoung isn't in the mood and you all do something else instead. You walk outside and sit next you him.

"Hwi, my love," you sang out, "Tell me what I can do to quiet that beautiful mind of yours for a little."

He looks at you and chuckles, "I told you I am fine. I appreciate your wanting to help though. It's nothing more than work stress I will be alright."

"Are you sure," you asked scooching a little closer, "because Zuho had an idea that I think you'll really like."

"Oh, is that right," Hwiyoung asked. You just nodded in response while leaning in to kiss his neck.

"Mmmm, you two are going to be the death of me," he says pulling you into his lap. He kisses you passionately and then starts moving down to kiss your neck. He moves even further down sliding your spaghetti straps down to reveal your bare chest and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile, you are grinding your hips down to meet his feeling his dick begin to harden beneath you.

"Let's take this out of the rain and head upstairs huh" you ask. He doesn't say anything. He just lifts you up and carries you inside. He carries you all the way to the bedroom and gently lays you down on the bed. He helps you take your shorts and panties off and starts going to town like a man starved. Soon, Zuho comes out of the bathroom with just a towel on.

"Mind if I join," he asks.

"Not at all," Hwiyoung said, "I heard this was all your idea anyway."

"Guilty as charged," Zuho replied, "Now, lemme get a taste of that." Instead of also going down on you Zuho pulls Hwiyoung in for a deep kiss. You loved seeing them be affectionate, not because it doesn't happen often, but because you loved seeing that they loved each other as much as you loved them and they loved you. Not too long after Zuho pulled away.

"I think it's only fair if you get to use her pretty pussy first Hwi," Zuho said coming to the other side of you so he could presumably use your mouth. They both took their time with you. Hwiyoung slides into your pussy nice and slow so you can get used to him and Zuho gently eases himself into your mouth. Once both men were inside you they gave you a little time to adjust. When you were ready for them to move they set the pace in an alternate rhythm. When one was in the other was almost all the way out. Hwiyoung also reached a hand up to play with your clit while Zuho gave attention to your sensitive, perky nipples. You tap on Zuho's arm letting him know you need to breathe or say something and he pulls out briefly.

"Ahhh, yess keep going I am so close I a-am gonna cum," you moaned out. The pleasure is so good and so powerful it has you cumming in seconds. They help you ride through your orgasm and then pull out. You almost think they are done, but they just stopped so they could switch places. Both of them are also fairly close and as they each enter you again they do not take as long to let you adjust before moving. The pace is faster now and more desperate. Soon Hwiyoung is cumming down your throat deep moans leaving his mouth. You swallow all he gives you. He then places his hand around your throat and squeezes.

"Come on baby you can give us one more can't you? Cum on Daddy's cock for us and maybe he'll fill you up really nice just like you like it," Hwiyoung said into your ear.

"Fuck Hwi," Zuho moaned, "Keep doing that our baby is squeezing me so tight." Hwiyoung continued encouraging you to cum again and Zuho helped by taking his turn to rub circles on your clit. The pressure built rapidly and then exploded. You came and then Zuho came filling you to the brim. Hwiyoung released his grip on your throat and you all lay there on the bed while you came down from the high of pleasure. At some point, Zuho left and then returned shortly after with a warm wet cloth to help clean you up. After cleaning up the three of you decided to put on some comfy clothes and watch movies and cuddle in bed.

"Do you feel better now darling," Zuho asked Hwiyoung.

"Yes, I do, thank you," he replied kissing Zuho softly, "And thank you too, my love." He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss also. The night ended with you comfortably cuddled between the two most loving, beautiful, and supportive partners you could ever have.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please send in any asks if you have them my asks are open!!

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[divinefireangel]

Hi dear¡! ♡

Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)

Sorry for my english 🥺

Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe

SF9's Love Languages 🩷

Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.

Youngbin

WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏

I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.

Inseong

Quality time

Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol

Jaeyoon

Physical Touch

Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all

Dawon

Acts of service

I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk

Zuho

Words of Affirmation

He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.

Rowoon

Gift Giving

It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀

But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.

Yoo Taeyang

Acts of Service

It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.

Hwiyoung

Physical Touch

Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol

Chani

Quality Time

It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.

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[headintheclouds-posts]

Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?

Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx

SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them

Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.

When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.

Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.

You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.

Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.

Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.

Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.

Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.

Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.

#sf9 taeyang #sf9 rowoon #sf9 reactions #sf9 #sf9 smut #sf9 dawon #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 youngbin #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 x reader #sf9 inseong #sf9 chani #sf9 timestamp #sf9 imagines #jaeyoon #zuho #yoo taeyang #lee jaeyoon #sf9 scenarios #dawon #rowoon imagine #rowoon #youngbin #hwiyoung #baek zuho #sf9 zuho #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop reactions

[latherinhoney]

kinktober masterlist

hello everyone! this is my first time doing kinktober/posting on tumblr so please forgive me if my writing isn't up to par but thank you for reading and feel free to send me any requests!

warnings ⚠️: every story will have smut ! (18+)

day 1: need you | jooheon (monsta x) | - free use/cockwarming/dumification

day 2: cum for me | hwiyoung (sf9) | - cunnilingus/squirting/nipple sucking

day 3: worth the wait | changkyun (monsta x) | - edging/orgasm denial

day 4: right here | heeseung (enhypen) | - public sex

day 5: stuff me full | jake (enhypen) | - breeding kink

day 6: size kink

day 7:

day 8:

#kinktober #monsta x #joohoney #shownu #sf9 #hwiyoung #jaeyoon #zuho #kpop #kpop smut #changkyun #nct 127 #jaehyun #jooheon smut #monsta x reader #jooheon x reader #changkyun smut

[slytherinshua]

　　　sf9 masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　inseong

home with you

genre: fluff. inseong as a dad. | wc: 1.1k.

　　　　youngbin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　jaeyoon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　sanghyuk

cherry blossoms and amber wood ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.1k.

　　　　juho

hold me tight ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 2.6k.

　　　　seokwoo

nothing yet . . .

　　　　taeyang

nothing yet . . .

　　　　youngkyun

your distracting kiss ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 948.

airbag can't save us ⋆˙⟡

genre: angst. breakup. | wc: 1.1k.

(don't) hang up

genre: fluff. | wc: 644.

　　　　chanhee

nothing yet . . .

　　　　other

texts with bf!maknae line

genre: fluff. fake texts.

#divider by cafekitsune #﹒slytherinshua 𓈃 ⵌ #sf9 #inseong #youngbin #jaeyoon #dawon #zuho #rowoon #taeyang #hwiyoung #chani #inseong fluff #youngbin fluff #jaeyoon fluff #dawon fluff #zuho fluff #rowoon fluff #taeyang fluff #hwiyoung fluff #chani fluff #sf9 fluff #sf9 fic #sf9 x reader #yoo taeyang #sf9 rowoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 inseong #sf9 youngbin

[synthetickitsune]

Not A Competition (Maybe) ✧ l.jy & b.jh

Pairing: Lee Jaeyoon x f!reader x Baek Juho Genre: smut Summary: It's hard having two hot best friends because sometimes you just can't choose - and sometimes you don't have to. Not that it makes things any easier when they have a challenge to settle. Word count: 4.9k Warnings: oral (f and m receiving), dry humping

If someone told you the plans you had for tonight few months ago, you’d laugh in their face. But as you stand in front of the mirror and check your appearance, you can’t help but feel excited. The feeling thrums under your skin and threatens to invade your mind and set it on one and only track… which is bound to happen sooner rather than later anyway.

You hate to be yet another example of how men and women can’t be just friends - because they can - but sometimes it just doesn’t end there. And who could blame you with friends like yours?

You’ve known Jaeyoon and Juho for most of your life. They are your closest and most trusted friends. You’d die for them. And apparently, you’d also spread your legs for them - a fun fact you’ve all come to find some time back while playing a drunken game of spin the bottle.

Who’s idea was that anyway?

Not that it matters - the result stays the same: you, waiting in your room for them to let themselves into your home and find you, already impatient to see them, touch them, feel them, all in such a new context.

"Oh you naughty, naughty girl," Juho growls into your ear, his hands possessively gripping your hips. You jump, you’ve not heard him enter. Despite your impatience, one look at the clock tells you he's early - and he’s not the only one.

There’s a whistle and your eyes shoot up, meeting Jaeyoon’s. He’s smirking, nothing like his usual sweet smile - now there’s a predatory quality to the expression as he takes in your barely covered body.

While this has been on the table for some time now, you haven’t quite expected it happening anytime soon, much less today. You'd think there would be a special occasion, something you could expect and prepare for days in advance. Not an exchange of nervous but heated glances and agreement to meet at yours after work. Then again, you don’t think you’d ever be really prepared. 

You squeeze your thighs together. It doesn’t escape either of their attention, what with the pathetic excuse for coverage you’re wearing.

“So that’s what you’ve been doing in the mall alone,” he wonders aloud, stepping closer to inspect the white lace under your breasts, "I let you out of my sight for a second and this happens…"

It was meant to be a surprise and an experiment. It was surprisingly hard to shake off Juho during your little outing just days prior, but your effort seems to have paid off. You’ve had a feeling at least one of them would appreciate it, even if you haven’t really planned for… well, honestly all of this, still in denial. At least you can now compare their reactions in real time.

The whole lingerie set is white and lacy and most importantly - transparent. There are a few straps around your hips and thighs. Although you doubt they’ll survive the night with how rough Juho’s playing with them already, pulling on them until they’re about to snap. Jaeyoon meanwhile drinks you in and you can see the lust clouding his gaze as he steps closer but doesn’t touch you just yet. You want him to.

“Surprise?” you smile at him while melting into the younger man’s touch. Juho presses your back against his front and you feel how hard he’s getting against the curve of your ass. It’s flattering. His hands stroke your front, thumbs running along the line of your pelvis but the rest of his fingers creep dangerously close to your core.

Jaeyoon’s hands don’t stay off your body for too long either. His hand hovers over your barely covered nipples until one slender finger touches your skin and begins circling around the sensitive nub. You gasp, arching into his touch. You haven’t expected you’d be this sensitive and that the lace and his gentle touch would feel so good. His free hand grips your neck, pushing you more into Juho’s chest. The black haired man hums in satisfaction, nibbling on your ear. His fingers inch closer to your center where you need them but Jaeyoon stops him before he can touch you there.

“Do you think we can make her cum without taking these off?” he wonders aloud, smirking at the shock that flashes across your face.

Juho caresses your lace-covered abdomen, so close yet so far from where you need him, and you feel the smirk in his voice. “I don't care, but I bet I can make her cum better than you - clothes or not.”

You wanna tell him that there was no mention of a competition - because there was not. Because you know how competitive they can get under the right circumstances. You silently plead with Jaeyoon, too caught off guard to give him your best puppy eyes but you know he knows what you want to tell him. 

“You’re on,” he smirks at his friend over your shoulder and, as if mocking you, kisses your forehead. He doesn’t pull away, instead he leans closer. His thumb flicks over your nipple and he shushes you when you softly moan. “You know we’ll treat you right, don’t you?”

You nod immediately. You trust them both, and you know that they wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you or put you into (too much) distress. 

“Use your words, baby,” Juho’s voice rumbles right next to your ear. His fingers tease over the flimsy fabric, only ever barely brushing against your slit before they retreat again. “We’ll need you to speak tonight. It’s important and we can’t read your mind.”

“Let us hear you,” Jaeyoon whispers into your skin. As if to give you the space to think about it, his hands fall to your waist while Juho’s settle on your hips. Before they can step away too, you reach out for both of them, pulling them back close by their clothes. You lick your lips.

“I know, I trust you - both of you,” you nod again, smiling first at the man in front of you and then turning your head back, “I want this too. Just be gentle?”

“We always spoil you,” Juho pouts, propping his chin on your shoulder. He pulls you back to his body. Only now do you process the difference between your almost naked state and the fully clothed them.

“You’re in good hands,” Jaeyoon confirms, cupping your cheek and rubbing the apple of it with his thumb, “We already said we’d take good care of you.”

“Really? ‘Cause all I heard was I’d be the victim of your competition,” you quirk a brow at him. The man behind you chuckles and presses his lips to the side of your neck. It catches you off guard, again, and makes you gasp. The brunette in front of you takes full advantage of it as his hand slides down to your jaw and he teases your lower lip with his thumb. He leaves it there even as you lick it with the tip of your finger.

“Not a victim, more like the prize,” he corrects and Juho behind you hums in agreement, “If you enjoy it, you might let us do it again, right?”

You hate him and his stupid grin. Hate the way his cheeks make it look so cute as if he isn’t about to keep you up all night - and share you with one of his best friends. Then again, putting it that way might be unfair to Juho, who has about the same virtually non-existent claim on you as Jaeyoon does.

“I mean it, Jae,” you say and they both turn their attention to what you’re saying, alarmed by the badly hidden urgency in your voice, “You can do what you want, just don’t push me too far.”

It’s a strange feeling, to be hugged and held by two men at the same time, but you also find that it’s comforting. These are your friends, after all, and they always will be - regardless of what’s going to happen in the next couple hours. 

“We just told you,” one of them says, and you’re ashamed to admit that you’re too distracted by their reassuring touches to identify the voice, “We’ll take good care of you.”

And then you’re pulled and pushed, all so gently like they’re just a breeze guiding your body, on the bed. You fall down, cushioned by Jaeyoon’s body under yours. Juho’s hot on your back, holding himself above both of you. Your thighs squeeze around Jaeyoon’s body. Maybe you like being caged in, being crowded by the two of them. If Juho didn’t notice the twitch of your body, Jaeyoon’s smirk told him everything he needed to know. When he dips his head down and his breath fans over your neck, you know you’re in trouble as shivers shake your entire body.

“What a nice position you've gotten yourself into,” Juho taunts. His hands come to your hips and help you straddle his friend properly. You bite down on your lip when your core brushes against Jaeyoon’s bulge. The man himself admires your body with hooded eyes. His hands slide up your thighs. Before you can do much, Juho’s grip tightens and he guides your movements. You curse under your breath. The rough denim feels so good in combination with your silky lingerie, and the deep breath the man under you takes makes you want to be in control. You want to play with him like they plan to play with you.

“Getting ahead of ourselves, are we?” Juho tsks, gently slowing down your efforts.

“Oh, come on,” you groan, rolling your eyes, “Look at him. Tell me you don’t want to tease him.”

He gives you an unimpressed look - much like the disbelieving scoff that leaves Jaeyoon’s lips.

“Not really,” Juho shrugs, “But I want to see you have fun. Let me help.” 

This time it's the brunette who's surprised. You’re allowed to move as you want and you use it against the older male. His hands grip your thighs tighter while Juho’s lips attach to your neck. You grind against Jaeyoon’s crotch with his friend’s help. His hands push your hips down, adding pressure - and pleasure - from time to time, driving you crazy. Maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to get a little needier than you expected you would because suddenly the idea of them taking turns with you the whole night doesn't sound quite so bad.

Jaeyoon’s fingers massage the flesh of your thighs in a vain attempt to ground himself. It's not near enough stimulation to ground his hips into yours but it’s obvious that it's enough for you - and honestly that's hotter than he would admit. He loves watching as you try to quieten your moans without any success. And knowing he doesn't even have to get naked to make you soaked on his cock boosts his ego immensely. Your breathing turns into stuttering gasps as your climax approaches and an almost ticklish sensation spreads through your body. 

Your fingers twitch and tighten in Jaeyoon’s shirt. Juho sucks mark after mark on your neck and you find you like it. You want him to mark you and make you his, and you want to demand that Jaeyoon covers those marks with his own. You whimper at the thought, grounding your hips against his without caring about anything but making yourself come. They help you through it, Jaeyoon by stroking your thighs and bucking his hips against yours and Juho showers you with praise and his thumbs draw comforting circles on your overstimulated skin. It's only when you get your breathing under control that they talk.

“So that’s a pretty good one for me, right?” the smirk is unconcealable in Juho’s voice.

“I think our pretty girl came on my cock, so that one’s on me - what do you think?” Jaeyoon turns their attention to you. You groan, allowing your body to slump forward and rest on his chest. 

“This again?” you sigh, your mind still reeling from your orgasm and the overwhelming feeling of your friend’s hard cock pressed snuggly against your core.

“Why not?” he chuckles, tapping your ass playfully.

“Why yes?” you counter.

“Whoever gets more orgasms out of you gets to keep you?” Juho jokes, and even though his voice is anything but serious, you can’t help the way your body reacts.

“Oh?” Jaeyoon laughs when he feels you squirm on his lap. 

“Shut up,” you punch his shoulder, but before you can tell him off, you’re being lifted and thrown on the bed next to him. You squeal, unused to this kind of treatment from their side.

Turns out they won’t have mercy on you now that they’ve apparently decided to roll with the joke and apparently turn it into today’s concept. 

“Wait! Ju-” you’re too late when you finally notice Juho kneeling in front of the bed, pulling your body towards him. Your mind blanks out when he licks through your folds covered by the soaked-through excuse for fabric you’re wearing. 

“That was a pretty sound,” Jaeyoon coos, turning on his side to lay next to you. He fixes your hair - a completely pointless gesture but whatever, his fingers feel nice as they brush against your scalp.

“And she’s delicious too,” Juho hums, licking his lips before diving in again. You feel how drenched your panties are, getting wetter by the second with his saliva. You whimper, one hand fisting in his hair and the other, unsurprisingly, in Jaeyoon’s shirt. At least before he takes your hand and brings it to his lips. If his goal was to make you lose your mind, he’s succeeding. The animalistic hunger with which Juho’s devouring your cunt is balanced by the tenderness of Jaeyoon’s lips on your skin.

The man between your thighs attacks your clit with deadly precision. If only there wasn’t the fabric in the way of his passionate assault. Juho doesn’t seem to mind it too much, though. Actually, it seems to be the opposite. His teeth tug at the flimsy piece, teasing at how easily it could be ripped apart. Like he can’t get enough of the faux innocence.

“Take it off,” you beg. You go as far as easing your grip on his hair for the sake of running your fingers through it instead. He likes when you do that - hopefully enough to listen to you now. He chuckles, suckling on your covered clit just to make you whine and trash around as much as Jaeyoon and his own hold allow you.

“Where would be the fun in that? And there’s the challenge too,” he scolds, leaving a trail of wet, messy kisses on your inner thigh. You wanna tell him exactly where they can both stick their fucking competition. And you want to tell them (again) that you’re not some kind of toy they can just use to boost their egos… but Juho’s tongue is very persuasive. You hate it as much as you love it.

Whatever smart remark you had prepared gets drowned out by your moans as he swipes his tongue side-to-side on your clit, flicks it with the tip of his wet muscle. And even those sounds get muffled when Jaeyoon crashes his lips against yours. You kiss him back eagerly, letting him swallow all your cries. He sucks on your tongue while Juho does so on your clit and it’s so good it makes tears well up in your eyes.

It’s a little surprising that Juho’s as skilled with his tongue on your pussy as he is when he’s spitting raps. He licks long stripes, wiggling the muscle along your slit and dragging the fabric along the line of each movement, before shifting his attention on your clit with gentle short flicks of his tongue. It makes your toes curl and eyes shut close, your breathing gets erratic and you fidget with your hands - you want to both push him away and pull him closer. You want to mark Jaeyoon’s chest with your nails, leave scratches for everyone to see and wonder.

That’s when Juho returns to the long and slow licks and you moan. It’s a pattern now, he’s been toying with you for what feels like eternity and if his smirk is any indication, he’s pretty proud of himself too. You want to pull his hair and force him to make you come again. Jaeyoon seems impatient for his turn to do a number on you too, but even so he’s not helping. Asshole. You wanna mock him for settling with basically fucking your mouth with his tongue but you don’t. Your mouth is full. You can’t really speak.

Your breathing calms again now that Juho’s allowing you to catch your breath but the moaning still lingers at the end of each sigh that’s allowed to get past your lips. You cry out when he suddenly sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth again.

“I think she likes my mouth more,” Juho purrs, licking his wet lips. He pulls away, head resting against your inner thigh. He looks as smug as you’ve ever seen him. You’re about to tell him off when you feel a single finger circle the fabric covering your entrance. You moan his name. How could you miss that he’s about to do that? You won’t last like this, not with how his thumb is expertly rubbing circles on your abused clit.

“Just wait when I have my way with her,” Jaeyoon growls, his hand slides up from your waist and gropes at your chest and he twists your lace-covered nipple and - fuck you need someone inside you right now and you don’t care which one it’s going to be.

“Please,” you beg, swallowing the rest of your words so you don’t choke on them or saliva as Juho’s finger pushes in as much as the material of your panties allows. Who the fuck came up with keeping you in the ligerie? You’re going to strangle him. 

“Just a little more, you can cum for me, right?” his voice drops lower while he watches your twitching form in awe. Reduced to a teary-eyed mess by his tongue and fingers. Your thighs are spasming around him and not even the distraction Jaeyoon provides by kissing you breathless and playing with your tits can take your full attention off him. It’s an addictive feeling.

“M-more,” you demand and it’s such a cute view that he indulges you. His lips wrap around your clit again and it’s not long before you’re trying to suffocate him with your thighs, jerking away from his hungry mouth. You’re chanting his name, your hand threatens to tear a bald spot on his scalp but he doesn’t mind at all. It’s cute how easily he can overstimulate you as a revenge. Only when you start babbling softly and pushing him away does he relent and pulls away. 

He lies down on the other side of you and is immediately pulled into a kiss that tastes like you on your tongue. Jaeyoon rubs his hands along your sides and arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He’s so warm, a grounding presence with all his tender touches.

“You still okay?” he asks, nosing along your throat.

“Yeah,” you laugh breathily, “We only just started, right?” Despite saying that, you do feel the effect they have on your body - your waning strength and patience, and still your growing curiosity and insatiability.

“Don’t say that twice,” Juho warns, pushing his lips against yours in a rough kiss. Jaeyoon meanwhile pulls away to move you higher on the bed so that he could place himself between your thighs once he rids himself of his clothes.

You don’t have much time to admire his perfectly sculpted body or his angry red cock before he slaps it against your clit and lies it down between your folds. He gives you a mean smirk.

“N-no, no, please,” you wanna cry and you wanna punch him. Maybe you should’ve expected this.

Jaeyoon only shushes you as he pulls on the fabric of your ruined panties and pushes them to the side so he can slide his cock right inside. He rubs the head of his cock on your swollen clit. Honestly, he also wants to just fuck into you finally - you’re so wet, and he knows he’d fill you up so good, you’d fit so right around his cock. But there will be enough time for that later.

“Jae, honey, please,” you turn to begging again and your wet eyes are almost enough to make him give you what you both want. Juho and his challenging smirk ruins it all for you, however.

“Just one more, baby,” Jaeyoon promises, stroking up and down your thighs, “Just one more and we’ll give you what you want.”

“Yeah?” you have to cling to the hope he’s not lying or you’ll really lose it. Jaeyoon smiles, his eyes briefly meeting Juho’s, before he looks at you and nods.

“Promised we’d spoil you,” Juho reassures, his fingers stroking along your jaw and neck, “You just have to wait for it.”

Waiting is the last thing you want to do. Your patience is thinning fast and they’re not helping.

First there’s Juho and his fingers that caress all over your sensitive throat and sometimes accidentally brush against your lips and pull away before you can do anything. And then, of course, there’s Jaeyoon. Jaeyoon and his stupid heavy, hot, leaking cock dripping all over your folds and into your already soaked underwear.

You feel his every pulsing vein, each of the ridges an explosion of pleasure. He ruts his hips into yours and he’s barely keeping his grunts at bay. His hands are all over you, squeezing, grabbing. How come you still don’t have enough? If you were left to your own devices, you’d have long since finished the, let’s say, session. But trapped between these two, you want more. Always more. Maybe you really are greedy.

“Jae, fuck,” you cry out as he purposely teases your entrance with his cock, “Please, need it bad.”

“Begging won’t help, baby,” he chuckles, “Cum for me and I’ll consider it.”

“Ju…” you change your tactic immediately. That earns you a switch from teasing your gushing hole back to your clit. He sets his jaw, the only sign he’s affected as much as you are, even if you’re more vocal about it. 

“What is it, love?” the man next to you asks, purring right into your ear. The nickname makes you whimper and clench around nothing.

You reach for him, for the hem of his shirt before sliding your hand lower. You palm him through his pants, bucking your hips into Jaeyoon’s when he curses. He’s as hot and heavy in your hand as Jaeyoon is between your legs. Your mouth waters and you muster enough strength to turn your head and look him in the eyes. In the next second, his lips are on yours and you moan into the kiss.

“Calm down, shit,” Jaeyoon pushes your hips back down where you’ve arched from the bed. He holds you steady and keeps grinding against you. The friction is perfect and everything you could ask for - but you want more. You don’t care about your climax, you just want something - someone - inside of you. And since Jaeyoon’s made it clear he won’t give you what you want…

“Ju… I need you,” you bat your lashes at him, leaning closer to kiss the man slowly, deeply.

“Give out pretty baby what she wants,” the man teasing you acknowledges with a scoff.

“But can she handle it?” Juho wonders aloud against your lips.

“Yeah, please, I can, please,” you’re nearly whimpering, because with every little sound your dearest friend jerks his hips up and makes sparks of pleasure dance all over your skin. It’s so cruel of him; the way he lets his cock slip down to your entrance, to gather your wetness on the head of his dick without putting it in like you fucking asked, before he returns to humping your drenched cunt and panties.

“Give it to her,” Jaeyoon coos, but there’s a strain in his voice, “She asked so nicely.”

“That she did,” Juho purrs, kissing you one last time. You chase after his lips once he pulls away. He’s not going far though, merely getting up to quickly pull off his clothes. You lick your lips, eyes glued to the glistening tip of his cock. 

It’s not long before you’re trying to squirm out of Jaeyoon’s hold and crawl over to Juho’s lap. But the former holds you steady and close and doesn’t stop his abuse on your cunt - much to your pleasure because you don’t want to get away from the stimulation. Juho doesn’t have to say a word for you to part your lips and suck his length into his mouth once he gets within your reach.

“Impatient,” he hisses, his hand fisting in your hair and holding you still.

“Can you blame her? Don’t you hear how wet she is?” as if to prove his point, Jaeyoon presses his hand atop your wet panties and a loud squelching sound can be heard through the room. You feel your face turn red with shame, but the only place you can hide is Juho’s body. So you impale yourself deeper even if he’s about to pull your hair out. 

“Yeah, fuck, her mouth ’s good,” he slurs and if you looked up, you could appreciate the pretty way his eyelashes flutter and his jaw hangs open. If only Jaeyoon would stop blinding you with mind-numbing pleasure. 

He doesn’t. And you suck on Juho’s dick with each sharp thrust of his friend’s hips. You feel the thighs of the man in front of you tremble under your hands and you plead with him, forcing yourself to open your eyes despite the few tears slipping out, to let go. He curses when it registers what you’re asking for. The vibrations of your desperate whines go straight into his dick. He’s more than ready, excited, to oblige. 

With one of your friends fucking your mouth and the other rutting between your folds and teasing your clit, you’re on cloud nine. Your brain is turning into mush. Jaeyoon makes you feel so good and in turn you’re happy to spread the pleasure. Although with the way Jaeyoon’s dick is twitching between your panties and your wetness, he’s far from unaffected. And Juho’s so heavy and fits so perfectly into your mouth that you wanna cry. Maybe you do, all you know is you’re suckling on him and that he’s pushing himself into your throat with deep grunts. 

Yet your body keeps trying to escape the pleasure. It’s too much and you want more but you’re also too stimulated, it’s too much too fast. And still not enough. You feel the muscles of your abdomen tightening, the tension rising until it snaps. 

You don’t hear Juho’s rushed swearing and growls as you swallow and choke around him, nor do you notice how fast Jaeyoon pulls away while he’s still able to stop. For a while, you feel nothing at all except the waves of your high washing over you, leaving you spent. There’s your own deafening heartbeat in your ears, white spots dancing across your vision, your skin feels on fire. The only relief is something cold passing over your stomach and chest that carefully avoids your sensitive breasts.

It’s Jaeyoon’s hand, you find once you come to. 

“Hey, lovely,” he smiles at you. He’s lying by your side again, Juho mirroring his position on your other side. It’s honestly the best place you’ve ever found yourself in, between your two pretty best friends. You feel Juho’s fingers in your hair and you lean into his touch gratefully.

“Hey,” you hum, turning your head back to Jaeyoon to give him a long kiss. Then you turn to the other side and repeat the process with Juho.

Their hands caress, their movements slow and comforting. Both of them carefully avoid any sensitive areas so as not to overstimulate you. The kisses they give are soft and gentle too, their tongues soothing over your tender lips. It makes you feel safe, cared for, which you suppose is their goal after all.

“Had fun?” Juho asks, pecking your lips once more. You nod with another happy sound and sigh. “Who made you cum better?” 

You roll your eyes, heaving a long, exasperated sound. “No comment.”

They laugh, reassuring you that they can wait for you to consider it, let it all settle in your mind. But as they talk, something else bubbles up in your brain.

“But you didn’t…” you frown, looking between the two of them. They share a look and smirk. You’re not sure if the goosebumps on your arms are because of excitement or worry.

“Oh, baby,” Jaeyoon coos, and Juho finishes the sentence: “Did you think we’re finished? We’re just giving you a little timeout so you don’t break.”

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[monatice]

Kick It - Baek Juho

Summary: Crimes had increased in Seoul, and you were feeling slightly unsafe. You wanted to change something and asked your best friend Juho to help you out. He was experienced in self-defence methods and was able to teach you some basics. But you didn’t just receive a feeling of safety, but another better gift of life.

Crimes were nothing new. They were happening everywhere in the world. Some countries had it worse others less. But as you saw that the crimes towards women have increased in the country you live in, you decided you need to act.

Not that you were going to change the world, but at least you decided to help yourself out. You knew your best friend Juho was able to do some self-defence tactics, and when you explained you were not feeling safe going through the city, he would help you out for sure.

You decided you wouldn't wait long and asked your best friend right away. Without hesitation, you called him and waited for him to pick up. Usually, Juho never needed a long time to pick up, just like now.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" he joked.

"Well, you actually can do something for me," you responded.

"Oh? I did not expect that. But what is it? Rui, stop trying to steal my food." Juho whined.

You laughed. "Do you even feed your cat? She always acts like she hasn't gotten food for months." you joked.

"I give her enough, (Y/N)," Juho said. "But what is it that I can do for you?"

"Mh, I have my eyes on you and Rui." you chuckled. "Can you teach me some self-defence?"

"Huh? Where does that come from? I mean sure, but that was surprising."

"Well, I saw that more people get attacked which is very unlikely in Seoul, at least in our districts. Anyway, I just want to feel safer, and I know I can do that when I have some self-defence. And I know you can, which means you could teach me." you explained.

"I mean sure, but please know that I am in no way a professional. Have you thought about going to a course?" Juho asked.

"I did, but honestly? I don't feel comfortable with a stranger doing this. Sure, he may be a professional. But Juho, you know how I am with strangers." you pouted even though he could not see it.

"Alright, I know that. If you want, you can come to our company's gym every Friday when we're done with dance practice. I, of course, will let everyone know to let you through." Juho suggested.

"Sounds great to me. Thank you, Juho. Do we start this Friday even though it's in two days?" you wondered.

"If you want yes."

"Yes, please. Then we will see us the day after tomorrow! And Juho, give Rui a treat from me." you cheered.

"That we do. See you! Well, if you insist."

You heard a small cracking sound which was an indication for Rui to get the treat. "Thank you. Now I end the call." you laughed as he laughed and probably shook his head.

 Friday came faster than expected and you were on the way to FNC Entertainment to meet up with Juho to finally learn some basics. You knew that it would take some time to learn everything to the point that you would feel safe, but somehow it already made you feel a bit better about the whole situation.

You entered the agency and walked towards the reception. "Hello, I am -"

"You're (Y/N), Mr Baek is already expecting you. Just head to the elevator and floor 1." she smiled.

"Oh, thank you." you smiled and did, as instructed. Arriving at floor 1, you walked out of the elevator and towards the gym doors and smiled. Youngbin got up as he saw you. "That's my time to leave." he smiled. "Have fun!" Youngbin waved towards you and passed you to leave.

"Youngbin waited for me because I wasn't sure when you would arrive due to traffic," he explained. "Come here and sit down, I start with some basics."

You put your bag to the side with the clean clothing after you were done and sat down in front of him. You were happy that you already put on your gym clothes.

"So, I made a small plan so that you know when you will be done or let's say be able to use the basics." Juho took out a folder and showed you. "We will start this week with Hammer Strike and exercise it until next Friday. You can use this gym freely, I arranged that. We have a mannequin here that you can use to practice it with. On Friday I will see how you do. Then we start with Groin Kick, Heel Pal Strike, Elbow Strike and so on. Every Friday we start a new defence method." Juho explained. "Alright with this?"

"Totally, I mean if I can use this gym freely, and still have you to help, sure."

"I am always just a few walks away." Juho smiled.

"Alright come here, first method 'Hammer Strike'." Juho stood up and helped you up.

He stood you in front of him and took your arm. "Make a fist."

You did a fist and looked expectantly at him. "How will I know that I hit strong enough?"

"You will know on the mannequin. If it falls, you were strong enough." Juho said. "Now you use this fist and hit the opponent with full power against his nose." he motioned on your fist and his nose, but of course without the power. "Now try this on the mannequin."

You walked over to the mannequin and tried it. Juho walked over to you. "Put that foot to the front, shoulder like this." Juho gently took your shoulders and positioned you correctly. Try to hit the nose from below. More in this degree." he showed you again and looked at you.

Again, you redo it and smiled as the mannequin moved. "Oh, I think I can do it." you smiled.

"Good, try that a bit more often now." Juho smiled. "I see if we have to change something else on your posture."

"Okay," you did as Juho told you, and smiled as you were getting better and better.

 Week after Week Juho showed you more methods and you were enjoying it. The problem was that you spent so much time with Juho that you saw a side of him that you hadn't seen before.

Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him, but you saw him as your best friend nothing more. Now he was a man, that you smiled at whenever he was with children and a man that you wanted to see in a suit while you walked down the aisle. You had no idea where this started and how you ended up here, but you had to admit that along the way of endless laughing, and close defence methods you fell in love with your best friend.

As you were arriving in the gym again on your last day you smiled and hoped he would never see that the way you saw him had changed.

"Today, we will use all the methods you learned, except the Groin Kick and Hammer Strike." Juho started.

You stood in front of him. "But where is the mannequin?" you looked around confused.

"You will do everything today on me. Kick me." Juho said, standing in front of you, ready to defend.

"Juho! I can't kick you! You just had a rip injury." you were shocked.

"(Y/N), it's alright." Juho motioned again for you to kick him.

"No way, Juho. Forget it. I learned these methods to use them on idiots and people who should never touch me."

Juho stood normally again. "Alright, if you insist not to use them on me, we got a problem. The mannequin is broken because of Jaeyoon. He practised a bit too strong."

"Oh, and now?"

"Well, either you use them on me, or we have a free evening and could go home and eat something," Juho suggested.

"Damn Juho. I want to use my last lesson. Stand straight, don't you dare not move! Defend yourself, okay?!"

"Understood."

You took a deep breath and started to show the self-defence methods and thankfully, Juho dodged most of them, except for the one kick he missed and you hit his rips full blast. You gasped and ran to him and tried to make him look at you.

"Juho, are you okay?"

"Yes, I am alright. You truly learned well." Juho smiled through the pain.

You cupped his face and studied his eyes if he was lying about the pain intensity. And then you took the shirt and pulled it up without thinking much. You looked at the spot where you hit him and still saw a small bruise from the rib injury. "I hit you right there?"

Juho nodded and looked at you. "I am okay, (Y/N)."

"No, I hit you." you pouted and stroked over the injury, and you could swear Juho tensed and stopped breathing.

You looked up and saw him looking at you, but not like he used to. It was different as well. Could it be possible that it wasn't only your feelings that have changed? Should you take the risk and confess, or should you wait?

Juho just looked at you and you saw his eyes wander down to your lips. You totally forgot that you still had your hand on his injury, but you were somehow caught in this moment.

Juho took a deep breath. "God, don't let me be wrong about this," he murmured before he leaned towards you and cupped your face. "You have learned self-defence. Use them if I am wrong." Juho whispered onto your lips before he connected his with them. 

Juho expected you to push him away, but instead, he felt your hand wander to his back, and the other hand into his hair. He also felt yourself deepening the kiss. He pulled you closer but before he could continue kissing you, the door opened and he stopped, looking up to look straight at Youngbin. He expected him to scream and ask how he dared to start a relationship, but that man was smirking.

Juho and you looked at Youngbin walking over to you. "Sorry, I feel very bad destroying this lovebird mode, but the CEO called, we have to go to the office. Because of my military enlistment and the future of SF9."

Juho nodded. "Alright. I'll be there in five minutes."

"Counting," Youngbin shouted as he left the gym.

You turned to Juho. "Go there. I will go home and maybe we can still do the dinner and movie part?" you smiled.

"And talk about what happened because I saw you not pulling away," Juho added.

"That too, yes." you smiled.

Juho walked to the door but turned around to give you another kiss, a shorter one but also a great one. "Message me when you're home. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I will." you smiled as you watched him leave.

 You couldn't comprehend what just happened, but you were happy, nevertheless. Even though you haven't talked about it yet, you were now sure that it wasn't one-sided. And that Juho started to feel the same way along the way of practising and spending time together. You were excited about the future and grateful that life gave you Juho.

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[lost-inthedream]

SF9 reaction to you asking for a boob massage

Pairing: sf9 x female reader

Warning: bad words, sweet-talking, tongue-kissing, neck-sucking, nipple play.

Genre: smut

Bonus song rec: Make up, by Sam Kim feat. Crush

Context: In all drabbles, the reader wears a blouse with no bra.

Youngbin:

Rises an eyebrow and shows a malicious smile. You can see in his eyes how your request made some gears roll in his head. "Just a massage? That's all you need now?" He tilts his head to the side to suck on your neck and starts kneading your clothed breasts with both hands. The way he moves down to your collarbones, wets your skin with his tongue is noisy and lewd but he takes his time before pulling your blouse up and settling you on your bed.

Inseong:

To your surprise, he straight up asks you to take off your top and lie down on the bed, then he straddles your hips. Inseong takes one second just to contemplate your state, the way your boobs accommodate in such a position is a perfect view. "Why are your nipples already hard?" he provokes. You suddenly become shy so your eyes move away. He flicks your nipples before going all the way for an actual massage.

Jaeyoon:

"Do you really think I will be able to massage them?" he doubts while cupping your tits, verifying their weight for the hundredth time. They have the ideal weight for his hands, he bites his lip while waiting for you to say anything. "Why wouldn't you?". Jaeyoon ignores your question for a moment, he has to slide his hands under your shirt before anything. Once his palm is directly touching your skin, he gasps and explains "I can't touch it for long, I need to suck on them."

Dawon:

"Only if you give my tiddies a massage too" he laughs. Honestly, he cracks you up. Anyways you eventually say yes since he looks to be waiting for a confirmation. Sanghyuk hugs you from behind and starts his ministrations, he is not the most delicate but it is far from hurting you. Just the way he firmly groups both your breasts together is a bit harsh. "I love the way you can't be apart from me, doll. You need me pulling moans from you all the time, right?"

Zuho:

warning: use of the word 'daddy'

That is his weak spot: your tits. They are soft, beautiful, they are his. He hates admitting but his mouth waters when he thinks about your boobs. He was working on something and he usually refuses to stop and fuck you when you ask for it. So this time you tried something unexplored. His eyes naturally drop to your breasts as soon as he hears that word. "Oh, shit" he hisses. You come closer toying with your cleavage and he just pulls you onto his lap, his hands immediately stimulating your hardening buds. "Daddy, I said 'massage'".

Rowoon:

He gives you tits massages without you asking for it but you can surprise him nonetheless. He is dressing up after his shower and you observe his broad chest and broad body as a whole. "Come here already, I need a massage... on my boobs". He turns to you automatically. "Uh? Did you say boobs?" You nod with a cute pout on your lips. In a second, he lies by your side and hugs your middle, reaching one breast with his soft hand. You give him a scalp massage as payment.

Yoo Taeyang:

You said tit massage, he heard tit massage but he caught you and now he is tongue-kissing you with his hands underneath your shirt. You knew that would happen, Taeyang is absolutely unable to touch a pair of boobs without having anything in return. You can't help smiling against his hungry lips and, eventually, making him question what is happening. "You're so precious, ma boy". Both you and him have drool all around your lips. He smiles shyly so you pull him closer again. His hands under your shirt, your fingers playing with the zipper of his pants.

Hwiyoung:

Gives you the said massage very diligently, maybe too diligently. He also straddles you so he can see all your facial expressions and the way your nipples respond. He is very collected, yet he is becoming breathless. "Fuck, Hwi, why do you have to do it so well?" He smiles like an idiot. "Am I doing it right?" His voice is a fragile whisper that pokes your nerves even more. He continues flicking your nipples with his thumbs from time to time and you moan louder in response.

Chani:

Girl, Chani has spoiled you too much, pushing his hands under your t-shirt way too often. Tonight, he was just exhausted and spooning you, sometimes leaving chaste smooches on your neck. "Babe?" you call him. He barely hums in response, and then you ask for the massage. He chuckles and starts sweet-talking you right away "Sure, my love. Let me free your beautiful jewels. You know how much I love them, right?"

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