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slytherinshua · 4 months

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CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND AMBER WOOD

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. reader and dawon are married. pairing. husband!dawon x wife!reader. wc. 1.1k. a/n. surprise i also write for sf9 (no one is surprised atp i start writing for new groups every day skdjks) also i think i discovered that shampoo is like the best smelling thing in the world so... yeah 👍 that was the whole idea of this fic ksjdks

“Come back, you smell good!” Your husband whined, already wrapped up in the sheets. You laughed, shaking your head at his clinginess. He really was like a child at times.

“I’m just going to brush my teeth, babe. It’ll only take two minutes.” You called back to him, already in the bathroom. He pouted at your response and fell back onto the pillows. 2 minutes felt like a long time, especially when he had just gotten back from a long business trip. It was late now, and all Sanghyuk wanted to do was cuddle under the covers with you as soon as possible.

There were many little things that had made him fall in love with you. It wasn’t entirely your looks (though, you were the most gorgeous woman to ever exist to him), or your personality, but the little things that made you, you. The habits and tendencies and constants— those were what Sanghyuk adored about you. The never changing mannerisms that he had grown all too fond of over the years.

It was how you liked to organise things on the shelf by size, not colour; or how you put your hair up and dressed in sweats when it was cleaning day (he would always think you looked the most attractive on cleaning days). It was the fruit smoothies that you would make for him without a recipe, yet they always ended up tasting better than what you could get in the store, and the way you were so attentive to him at all times, not just caring for his health, but remembering all the things he had said in the past. He commented on your necklace once, saying it was pretty? You’d be wearing it for the next date. He offhandedly said he wanted to try pottery? You had already scheduled a class to go to together.

And, especially, it was the way you smiled at him when you were tired. Your eyes looked so sleepy, but so content. Whenever you were wrapped up in his arms, he felt like he could die perfectly happy just like that. As long as you were right beside him, cuddling into his chest, mumbling about your day in a soft voice amongst smiles, he was the happiest man on Earth.

There was one more thing— possibly Sanghyuk’s favourite thing. Your hair. Not just how pretty it was, but how good it smelled. He always thought that the hair products you used must have some magical scents infused into them, because once you were out of the shower, Sanghyuk could never bring himself to separate from you.

Your hair was so soft and smelled so sweet and clean and feminine— a scent that he could soak up every second of the day and never get tired of it. It was intoxicating, almost dizzying, and it made Sanghyuk feel euphoric that he could call you his. Like the prettiest cherry blossoms on a Spring day, or the sweetest fruit in the Summer sun, you were perfect in every sense.

You came back from the bathroom, teeth brushed and pyjamas on— ready to tuck yourself under the covers with him until the morning came. Sanghyuk opened his arms immediately, eager for you to be back where you belonged. You hugged yourself to his chest, relaxing at the feeling of his arms squeezing you with the perfect pressure, placing gentle kisses to your head.

“I’m serious, you smell so good.” He said again, this time in a whisper, nose happily buried between strands of your hair.

“You do, too.” You commented. While you smelled like flowers, Sanghyuk’s cologne lingered on his clothes from the morning, hitting your nose with hints of leather and amber wood.

“Never gonna get tired of you.” He mumbled, pulling you closer to his body. His hand snuck down to reach yours and he slowly laced his fingers with yours.

“I hope not, cause you already gave me a ring.” You smiled, and Sanghyuk laughed— the sound resonated in the room, making your heart do somersaults in your chest.

“It was the best thing I ever did.” He admitted, fingers fiddling with your engagement ring. It had already been 2 years since he had given it to you, yet he still thought about the moment daily.

You turned around in his arms, smiling as his eyes met yours. You raked up one of your hands to his cheek and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. You both let out simultaneous sighs— of tiredness and contentment and love.

“I love you so much.” You smiled at him, murmuring out the words as you adored his sleepy face squished against the pillow.

“I do too, lovely.” He responded drowsily, but no less sincere in his words than if he had been more awake.

“How much?” You asked, half joking and half curious to actually know how he’d respond. He let out a breath and then opened his eyes, wanting to be able to look at you as he responded. His eyes gazed over your face as he searched for the right words.

“...I love you more than I ever knew was possible for someone to love someone else. It feels like my heart is going to explode whenever I look at you because I still can’t believe that you’re mine.” He started explaining seriously, but he broke halfway through, his lips curving up into a smile as he admired you. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You giggled, “You’re so cute.”

He pouted, “I was being serious.”

“I know.” You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just wanted to tease.”

“You missed a spot.” He whispered, pointing to his other cheek. You smiled and leaned in to press another kiss to his skin, feeling his cheek lift up under your lips as he smiled.

“There. All good?”

He shook his head, “Missed one more spot.”

You laughed and leaned in once again, this time joining your lips with his. He sighed as he kissed you, pulling you closer into his arms and cupping the back of your head with his hand. You kissed him until you exhausted yourself and fell back onto the pillow, breathing unevenly to try to catch your breath. Kissing him was still as exhilarating 4 years later as when you shared your first ever kiss with him.

Sanghyuk pulled you back into his arms, breathing as roughly as you. You rested your head on his chest, hearing his racing heart in sync with yours. You got comfortable under the covers. He stroked your hair, lulling you into a sleepier state, as he mumbled sweet nothings to you. You didn’t have much energy to respond verbally, already too drowsy to think of anything more than your husband and sleep. But you tapped his chest 3 times before you finally fell asleep, sending a silent message to him that he wouldn’t be able to mistake.

I love you.

↳ sf9 taglist (open!): @eternalgyu

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lost-inthedream · 1 year

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Hi hope you’re having a Good Friday. I’m in such a soft mood at the moment. Could we possibly get a head cannon for sf9 with the members reactions to their partner saying I love you for the first time 🥺

This is coming out so late :( Thank you for your request <3

SF9 reactions to their special other saying I love you for the first time

Genre: purest fluff ever

Pairing: SF9 x gn reader

Youngbin:

You can see the surprise on his face clear like a crystal. His eyes have got shiny, his cheeks have become rosy, however, he does not alarm you. Actually, your boyfriend comes closer and pecks you on the forehead. Even if your hair is all in place, he slides an invisible lock behind your ear smiling like an idiot.

Inseong:

"Uh?" that's all he can say at first, which makes you think he has not understood what you said. "I love you" you repeat, louder this time. He brings his hand to his chest, startled by his own heartbeat. "You caught me off guard, baby. But I love you too. So, so much."

Jaeyoon:

At the moment snap these three words he realizes that this is your first time verbally confessing to him. That was not like he had not known the fact but hearing it hit differently. His smile is so cheesy as he tilts his head to the side.

Dawon:

"I thought you would never admit it". His cocky expression was faker than snow in the tropics. He was melting inside. "I'm just saying that to make you happy, not that I mean it" you joked back. He chuckled then pulled you by the wrist to start talking seriously. "I'm so happy to hear this from you. What can I do to make you repeat it?"

Zuho:

The man cannot stop himself from flooding you with smooches. He kisses your cheeks, your lips, your nose. Also, you better close your eyes. He stopped whatever he was doing in order to give you full attention. In no time, you all are laughing so much. That was an unnecessary display of affection but you have a cheesy boyfriend.

Rowoon:

"I love you too". He subtly replies and clicks a soft kiss on your hand. You feel sure that he was waiting to hear that from you. His demeanor is so warm yet doting. You all stay stealing kisses from each other for a while.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang hugs you the faster he can and finds a way to snuggle into your neck. He gets so flustered that it feels absurd. He is so overwhelmed by his own thoughts after you made clear that you reciprocate his feelings. "I love you too, sweetheart"

Hwiyoung:

"Really??" He bluntly says, automatically, just to feel dumb and fumble to correct himself "I love you more". His smile is so precious that you cup his face and goes for a peck on his lips, which he transforms into a real kiss. He won't let go of you soon.

Chani:

Boy has no idea what to do so he just leans in and messily kisses you. Despite you offering no resistance to his sudden approach, your lips softly curl up, making his disconnect from you. Chani makes your foreheads touch indeed and whispers "I love you too"

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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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.

□

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.

○

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.

○

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.

■

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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chanis-banani · 9 months

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Hellooo, could I request making out with SF9 when you get a sec? Thanks

Note: I wasn't sure which format to go with for this request and I've been sitting on it for a while. Eventually I decided to go with headcanons for different kisses for each member. I hope you like it! :) Note 2: Thank you @lost-inthedream for helping me brainstorm

Genre: suggestive - minors dni!

Contains: marking, wall-pushing, teasing, gentle biting

Youngbin - hungry kisses

There's something about his kisses, a certain kind of despair, as if he needs your touch to survive

This man is such a hungry kisser. He just wants to eat you up. He will lay his hand in the back of your neck and wrap his remaining arm tightly around you, almost like a snake

Once you start making out, you can never give him enough. He's always so hungry for more. It's almost like you're his oxygen and when you pull away he nearly struggles to breathe

Sometimes he'll lay down on his back and pull you on top of him so he can hold you tightly against his chest while you make out

This position also allows him to stroke his fingers through your hair and rub circles on your back

The way he kisses you is almost like he's giving you a taste of something more... Like he's hinting to other things he could do with his mouth

Inseong - spontaneous kisses

He likes to leave little pecks on your lips and cheeks out of nowhere

Very gentle with you. Most of the time his kisses will be rather soft and cute

Will tenderly cup your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs when he kisses you

When you're doing simple stuff together, like putting the groceries away, he will often distract you with a short, sweet kiss on the lips or forehead

Also leaves a lot of kisses on the back of your neck and top of your head every time he walks by

And when you stay over for the night, be prepared to be woken up with more of his cute kisses

He usually gives you quick little pecks, so sometimes after he kisses you, you have to pull him back to get more

But he also shows a bit of a cocky attitude at times, making cheesy remarks in between kisses

Jaeyoon - playful kisses

Such a tease in everything he does

He will hold you tightly against him, kissing you with an almost overwhelming passion

And then, just when you're getting completely into it, he pulls away with a big smirk on his lips, knowing how needy you can get when he interrupts you like this

He likes to see how your lips become red and swollen when he kisses them

He loves nothing more than to see your reaction to the things he does to you

Will definitely place his leg between yours and use it to apply some pressure to your sensitive area

Wants to make you squirm and ask for more and he won't be satisfied until you're nearly trembling in his arms

If for whatever reason, you'd want to rile him up even more, you have to say little praises against his lips

Dawon - sloppy kisses

A very horny kisser. Even the slightest peck on the lips can sometimes be enough to make him hard. Let alone having a full-on makeout session with tongue.

Even if the kiss starts out nice and gentle, he gets carried away so easily

He'll place his hands on your cheeks or neck to pull you close while he makes out with you, pulling you in for an even deeper kiss

Doesn't mind at all if things get a little sloppy. In fact, he likes it that way and might just make a mess on purpose

Like when you pull away from each other and he looks at your lips to see that they are glistening from his saliva

Even if it's a little filthy, it just makes him so so hungry for more...

And to make things even worse, he has the terrible tendency to grind against you every time you make out

Needless to say, almost every time you kiss him, it quickly escalates

Zuho - dangerous kisses

Making out with Zuho can be a dangerous game. He doesn't need much provocation to push you against a wall.

Don't even think about biting his lip unless you enjoy having a hand on your throat

Seriously, it's very dangerous to mess with him. Every time you try anything to rile him up, no matter how small, he takes it as an opportunity to mess with you

After all, there's nothing he loves more than to tease you right back

He might refrain from kissing you completely, only to let his tongue travel along your neck instead while you entertain him with your squirming and whimpering

While Dawon tends to escalate into more than just making out, Zuho is an expert at making you want more, without giving it to you

Once he has you where he wants you, he's very patient

His kisses can be both a reward and a punishment

Rowoon - possessive kisses

When Rowoon kisses you, it's a bit like he's marking his territory

Because will quite literally mark your neck, for example

Definitely cups your face with his hands and pulls you tightly against him

Will engage in PDA with you, to show everyone how you're his. He won't go far with it, since he knows how to keep things classy, but little things like holding you by your waist and giving you little kisses on your cheeks

Also he finds it very cute when you have to stand on your toes to reach him for a kiss

Another thing he will do a lot is hold your chin to make you look at him. He won't do it roughly like Zuho, but rather tenderly, like he just wants to make eye contact with his special person~

One of his favorite things is to have brief makeout sessions in the car and watch you get out completely flustered

Taeyang - demanding kisses

Taeyang likes to toy with you

When he kisses you, he always makes you hungry for more, but you never know whether he might really give it to you

His kisses are demanding but not in a needy way. Rather in a way that makes you needy

He will bite your lip because he is Taeyang and he can do what he wants, and he follows it up by pulling away to see your reaction with a big grin on his lips

Runs his fingers along your waist to tease you and pull you closer to him

Basically Taeyang's kisses are almost always a way of challenging you, riling you up. He wants to activate you to do more with him without giving you any guarantee there will be more

Sometimes he'll stop mid-kiss to look at you and observe you for a bit. If your expression is desperate enough, he'll be satisfied and leave it at that, leaving you hungry for more

Hwiyoung - attempted careful kisses

He is kind of conflicted when he makes out with you. On one hand he wants to be careful and gentle, yet at the same time, he struggles to do that because he gets needy

Usually things will start slow and gentle

But he doesn't need much to lose himself in the pleasure. Small things like wrapping your arms around his waist can be enough

Or even worse: when you stroke your fingers through his hair

This will drive him crazy in an instant, leading him to lift you up and place you on some surface like a table or kitchen counter

He loves to let his fingers wander along your body, gently stroking your neck, shoulders, chest and sides

And if you whimper enough, he won't stop there (if you catch my drift)

It's interesting to see him switch from sweet and tender to needy and a little rough so quickly

And it's especially adorable when he switches back to his gentle self suddenly, placing the softest cutest kisses on your forehead

Chani - sleepy kisses

Chani feels so comfortable around you, he tends to get sleepy sometimes. He can let his guard down with you. But since he likes to spend time together, he tries his best not to fall asleep and that's how the makeout sessions often start

He presses his lips against yours to stay awake and soon you can feel his tongue

It doesn't take long for a full, lazy makeout session to unfold

You'll often be cuddled up in bed or on the couch together when suddenly you feel Chani's hand reaching out to your thigh. While he struggles to keep his eyes open, he reaches out to kiss you

Such a needy boy. He's very bad at hiding it when he's aroused. Not that he really tries to hide it anyway

He will interrupt the kisses to bring his mouth to your neck and lick from your collarbone up all the way behind your jaw

Feeling his nose agaisnt your skin when he kisses your neck

Maybe a bulge oops

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lizzyk137 · 1 year

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Youngbin Comforts You After You Lose Zuho

Summary: You're SF9's manager and close friend. On the way to grab the boy's food, you lose Zuho and the only person you can think to call is Youngbin. Warnings: None just pure fluff!

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"Juho! I swear you better get your butt out of the studio or we're going to be late picking up lunch!" You shouted to Juho as you walked past the studio door, making sure you grabbed your keys and wallet. "You know how Sang-hyuk is when someone is late with his lunch."

You hear a groan from inside the studio and knew it was because Juho just looked at the time and realized he was screwed. He wouldn't be able to hide from eight boys yelling at him about not being on time, especially since he was bringing their food.

You shook your head as you could hear him fumbling around trying to find his belongings, and after a few minutes a silver head popped out of the door frame.

"You coming? You asked as your lanky friend took his time locking up the studio.

"You know this would be much easier for them if they just got their own food." Juho sighed, easily catching up to you just in time for his arm to push the door open for you above your head.

You loved it when he did that, it made you feel smaller compared to his tall frame. There was almost a foot difference between you two and the boys loved to tease you over how short you were but it never got old watching Juho use his height to help you out.

"Where are we going anyways? He asked, looking down at his phone, eyebrows knitted close together. You could only guess he was reading the group chat where he was probably being scolded for being late.

You showed him your phone of the restaurant a few streets away with the confirmation number for your order. He nodded and went back to his phone typing away.

You would pull on the hem of his shirt's sleeve to let him know you needed to turn or to pull him out of someone or thing's way. It was always like this before a deadline. Him engrossed in his phone, typing away notes for things he wanted to change or getting in touch with other artists to get their opinions.

The boys would try to help but he would just shove them out after an hour and lock himself away in the studio for days. It got to a point where you had to find someone to unlock the door so you could make sure he was still living. After that Youngbin would make him grab lunch or items for them to get him out of the studio and into some fresh air so he wasn't so stressed. And as his assistant and personal friend it was your job to make that happen.

We finally arrived and you paid for the giant order of food. "Are you sure you're able to carry this all by yourself?" The cashier asked.

"Oh no, I have my friend here to help." You looked back to see you were alone. "Give me a second to find my friend." The cashier smiled and you went to search for Juho. You looked around but no Juho was found. Not outside or in the building. Great, you lost a 6'1 idol.

You whipped your phone out and dialed Juho's number but it went to voicemail. Awesome, you thought. You sent a text asking him where he was but after a few minutes no reply. I'll call him one more time, you thought. Nothing, straight to voicemail again.

You quickly dialed Youngbin's number hoping Juho was on the phone with one of them.

"Hey, where are you guys?" A silky voice answered after a few rings.

"I'm at the restaurant but when I went to go pay for it Juho was gone. He wont answer his phone so I was hoping he was talking with you guys."

You heard Youngbin groan on the other end of the phone. "Stay there and I'll be there in a few minutes." You heard the click of the phone call ending before you could even get out a response.

You grabbed the takeout and set it on one of the tables by the door looking for around for Youngbin. After a few minutes you spotted eight tall men making their way over to you.

You waved at them through the window and they came over to you as they made their way inside.

"What happened?" Youngbin asked as he reached you.

"I don't know. We got to the restaurant and I went to pay and grab the food and when I turned around he wasn't there. I know he's absent minded when you guys are near your deadlines but I didn't think he would just wander off." You sighed, feeling defeated and like you were definitely were going to lose your job.

A pair of arms circled over your shoulders and gave them a light squeeze. You looked up to see Inseong giving you a hug. "Don't worry, Y/N. We all have lost Juho at least once. He always comes back to the spot he was supposed to be at."

"It's not a big deal, I mean it is but it isn't." Sang-hyuk said as he started opening up the food containers and helping himself.

You nodded, trying to make yourself feel better but you still felt upset for losing your boss.

"You'll be fine, Y/N. Sit down and eat. You won't be fired." Youngbin reassured you. You looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "We've been together long enough for me to know what you're thinking." He pats your head and pulls out a chair for you, gently pushing on your shoulders to sit you down.

The boys dig in to their food and their laughter and conversation slowly drown out some of your worries. You feel a nudge on your shoulder and you look over to see Youngbin holding up a piece of chicken to you on chopsticks. He motions for you to open your mouth and you do, face burning red from embarrassment of him feeding you in public.

He feeds you a couple more pieces, your face getting red as the boys snicker in-between their conversation when they catch you being fed.

You suddenly feel Youngbin's hot breath against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "No need to be embarrassed, Y/N. I enjoy feeding you." He whispered against your ear, making your face burn hotter.

Youngbin chuckled and went back to eating like nothing happened. After a few minutes of managing to calm yourself down, you checked your phone to see if Juho replied. Nothing. You sighed, frustrated that you weren't careful enough knowing that he doesn't always pay attention.

A hand suddenly enveloped yours on your leg and you jumped startled to see Youngbin smiling at you. 'It'll be okay,' he mouthed to you and flashed you a bigger smile, as his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand calming you down.

The rest of lunch went by in a flash, Youngbin's hand never leaving yours.

The bell on the door jingled and you looked over to see a familar body walking through. Juho turned quickly and walked over to you, bowing slightly once he reached you.

"Y/N, I am so sorry for disappearing on you. I just zoned out and kept walking, and I didn't even realized I left you here and then I got a phone call and just kept walking. I am so, so sorry!" He said out of breath. "I ran all the way here after I got Youngbin's voicemail."

"Must of been one voicemail for you to run all the way here, Juho." Jaeyoon said laughing as he offered the chair next to him.

"Oh it was, I got ripped into for leaving Y/N alone." He replied, shaking his head and the boys laughed at him.

The boys quickly bombarded Juho about what Youngbin said over the phone. You smiled to yourself watching the boys mingle with each other and Juho calming down as he ate his food between telling the boys how scared he was that Youngbin was going to beat him.

"You know, you didn't have to scare him." You eventually said, looking at Youngbin with a small smirk on your face.

He shrugged. "He wouldn't have known how serious the situation was if I didn't."

"It was more of a serious situation for me if I didn't find him, not so much for him." You laughed shaking your head.

Youngbin took his free hand and stroked your hair then cupped your face in his large hands. "But it was serious. You had a frown on your face, and I never like to see my girl frowning."

#sf9 scenario #sf9 fluff #sf9 #sf9 youngbin #zuho #youngbin #jaeyoon #inseong #sf9 dawon

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Dawon (SF9) | Quarantine fluff | 0.5k

“Baaaabyyyy,” comes the whining through the speaker as soon as the call connects. You see his pouting expression, his whole face radiating unhappiness as he snuggles closer to the pillow under his head. The low quality of the picture doesn’t do his pretty face any justice but in these circumstances, you have to make do.

“Give me a sec, please,” you chuckle, “And I’m a mess anyway, you’d survive even without seeing me.” You roll your eyes as you fumble with your phone and try to find a comfortable position on your bed.

“You’re my mess! Show yourself or I’ll cry,” his pout deepens just as you’re about to press the button to start your video as well. Maybe you could tease him some more? No. You’re not sure if it’s your concern that makes you so soft or his puppy eyed expression, but you give in anyway. You tap the button and bite back a smile as Dawon brightens up.

“What are you saying, you look great!” he complains immediately but his eyes are soft.

“I’m literally in my pajamas and haven’t even brushed my hair yet,” you shake your head at him, “How are you feeling?” You try to hide how worried you are exactly, but you know he knows by the way his smile grows gentler.

“I’m fine. I slept a lot, I think I was asleep more than awake today,” he admits with a little laugh, “But it’s getting lonely.” You quirk a brow at him.

“Really? Didn’t you say that you love all the alone time you were getting?” you tease without any bite in it. He smiles again, burying his face into his pillow for a second.

“I did - I do, but...” he sighs, looking back at you again, “I miss you. And - don’t tell them I said this - I miss the guys too.” You wish you could hug him. He seems genuinely sad and for the first time since he tested positive also worried. You give him what you hope is an encouraging smile.

“I won’t tell them, but to be honest, I kind of knew already,” you hum. And it was to be expected. He spends so much time with them usually, you’d be concerned if he didn’t miss his members.

“How could you know?” he whines again, a little too loud as he tries to chase away his melancholy.

“Please, when I talked with them they kept asking me whether you’re really alright since you call them so often,” you huff, laughing at his offended expression.

“I’ll beat them up when they let me go out again,” he grumbles, hugging his pillow closer.

“But you’ll come here and kiss me first, right?” you tease softly and melt at the longing look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he strokes across the screen of his phone in a futile attempt to touch you, making you giggle, “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, so get well soon, alright?”

“I promise.”

#sf9 #dawon #x reader #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #drabble #fluff

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shinestarhwaa · 2 years

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So maybe sf9 mtl to fall asleep before you?? ☺☺

SF9 MTL to fall asleep before you

This makes me so soft already ohgod here we go <3

MOST

Inseong

Rowoon

Chani

Dawon

Taeyang

Hwiyoung

Youngbin

Jaeyoon

Zuho

LEAST

I think Inseong would love cuddling with you before sleeping and he'd get so comfy with you he'd pass right out. I see Rowoon sleeping early too because we know he be overworked and he wants to stay awake for you but the moment he hits his bed and he's beside you he can rest and falls asleep with you in his arms. I think Chani would act like he is gonna stay awake and he'd fall asleep only to wake up and deny he slept early.

With Dawon and Taeyang it depends on their and your mood, they can get tired but if they knows you've had a rough day they'd stay awake until you're sound asleep.

Hwiyoung and Youngbin would often stay awake to watch you sleep peacefully, as it helps them calm their mind, seeing you at ease.

Jaeyoon and Zuho would refuse to sleep before you, so you wouldn't have to worry about anything and they could protect you and hold you close during the night

#kpop #oneshot #sf9 #Fluff #i'm so soft for them #Help #Rowoon #Inseong #Youngbin #Jaeyoon #Zuho #Dawon #Hwiyoung #Chani #Taeyang #Sf9 fluff

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airaibunny · 10 months

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WJSN(Cosmic Girls, 우주소녀)

seola-

xuan yi-

bona-

exy-

soobin-

luda-

dawon-

eunseo-

cheng xiao-

mei qi-

yeoreum-

dayoung-

yeonjung-

#wjsn seola #wjsn bona #wjsn exy #wjsn luda #wjsn dawon #wjsn eunseo #wjsn cheng xiao #wjsn yeoreum #wjsn dayoung #cosmic girls #wjsn chocome #kpop imagines #kpop girls #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #kpop smut

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maessseongs · 7 months

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dandelions [3k] youngbin, inseong, one shot

He looked at them, enraged, the vibrant yellow color stinging his eyes, and he wished to tear them apart into pieces.

If Dandelions used to be his favorites, he now loathed them more than anything.

do you do nudes? [10,5k] dawon, chani, one shot

“Do you do nudes too?” he ends up asking, genuine.

The younger tries, probably hopes, to find any funny undertones in his voice. It is what he has grown to knowing the man, but he quickly gives up. He is serious.

Chanhee sighs, and puts down his pencil on top of his artbook.

“First of all -”

Make A Move Series

a breathless mess [4,4k] zuho, rowoon,

Juho finally decided to make his move and ask Seokwoo on a date. Only for his original idea to not go exactly as planned.

the cafeteria's sandwich [8,5k] yoo taeyang, hwiyoung, chani

Youngkyun has a crush on Taeyang, but Chanhee is in the way. It's okay though.

bestfriends and more [8,5k] inseong, dawon

First and most important rule is to make sure you don’t catch feelings. Sanghyuk apparently can never, for the love of God, stick to the rules.

In his defense, there was no such rule to begin with.

reminisce about all [6,6k] youngbin, jaeyoon

Five years ago they made a decision together. Five years from then, they make an entirely different decision. Again, together.

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itsbeeble · 4 months

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LET LOOSE

SUMMARY: Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst, crack

PAIRING: Kim Younghoon x afab!reader (ft. eric)

WC: 5.3K

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: Swearing, public sex, floor sex, academic rivals that everyone knows secretly want to fuck, enemies to lovers, missionary (that's a first wow), sexual references, mentions of alcohol, insults (not sexual), arguments, pining, mentions of killing someone as a joke, dry humping for like two seconds, making out, mentions of marking, mentions of oral, guys i think this is the least slutty fic I've written for this series, y/n is stuck in a perpetual state of denial, let me know if I missed anything but i think that's it

A/N: Everyone allow me to introduce Doll's less-slutty cousin!! I can't believe we're over halfway through this collab omg. I'm really glad people are loving this and I hope you guys have been catching the easter eggs me and Fawn have been throwing into our fics 😏

If anyone asked you what you thought of when you thought of local star student, heartthrob, and frat boy Kim Younghoon, you would scoff and cross your arms over your chest.

“I hate him,” you would say, your lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed until they were practically touching. “I hope his house burns to the fucking ground.”

One would think this was a gross overreaction, that you probably held a grudge over something stupid, or that he killed your dog or maybe he copied off your essay but made it seem like you were the one who plagiarized. And oh, how that would’ve been much simpler.

The true story, however, goes all the way back—

“Thinking about me again?” A hand cracks down on the desk in front of you, your mind and body jerking back to reality.

There he is, you think to yourself, the bane of my fucking existence. Your teeth are already grinding together, your grip tightening around the pencil you’d been using to write your notes and all he’s doing is standing there with a stupid fucking smirk.

“Why would I be thinking of you?” You bite out and Younghoon places a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

“Ouch, sweetheart.” Your body stiffens and your face contorts with disgust at the nickname.

“Don’t call me that, douchebag.” Younghoon sighs dramatically, dropping down to be at eye level with you.

“So cruel to me,” a pout, and then he’s smirking again. “What if I was into that, sweetheart?”

You might throw up.

“What do you want?” you groan, noting how other students have begun to flood out of the lecture hall while you’re putting your things away. Younghoon shrugs, rising to his feet at the same time as you. Had you been a weaker woman, his height would’ve had your knees wobbling and your panties hitting the ground but, fortunately, you were a strong woman. Some of your friends couldn’t relate to that despite your very clear and very much valid hatred for him.

“I just wanted to see what you were up to,” he shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back onto his heels. “Considering that we’re now partners for this assignment.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, your eyes widen, and your cheeks are fighting between going pale and burning bright as a tomato.

“What are you— what do you mean we’re partners?” You echo, and his smirk only widens. Your shoulder bashes into his arm while you make your way to the front of the lecture hall where the list of partners is posted. He trails behind you, long legs making it easy to keep pace despite how impossibly fast you seem to walk.

“Aren’t you so excited?” He sounds too excited about this, and you have to physically stop yourself from grabbing him by the neck and choking him where he stands. “We get to work together for the whole semester!”

“I still don’t see how this is a problem,” Dawon tells you her tongue running over her lip as she watches you pace the length of your dorm suite’s lounge area. “Isn’t he, like, super hot? And smart?”

Your lip curls into a sneer and you whip your body around to look at her.

“He is not hot,” your voice has raised in pitch, your arms waving frantically. “He’s— he’s stupid and— and annoying, and he doesn’t know how to shut up, and his face— oh his face is just so— so—”

“Kissable?” Suyeon offers when she makes her way over with a steaming mug of tea.

“I think rideable is a better word,” Dawon grins at the way your jaw drops at the two of them.

“He does have a very rideable—”

“Okay, enough!” You snap, your face beginning to burn bright red in anger.

“Ooh she’s blushing!” Suyeon giggles and your face only burns brighter.

“You both are insufferable,” you throw yourself back onto the couch, your head turned toward the ceiling. “Kim Younghoon is annoying, stuck up, and his face is not kissable or rideable.”

“So you’re saying you’ve thought about it before?” Suyeon presses and you roll your eyes.

“Hell no. Why would I think about that?”

“Because he’s your mortal enemy and everyone ends up fucking their mortal enemy at some point.”

“Plus he’s a yummy, scrumptious, daddy cupcake.”

“Ugh, so true Dawon.” Suyeon squeezes your roommate’s hand, the two of them grinning deviously at each other.

“That’s— did you just call him— No, that’s not the point. The point is, that’s not true!” You lift your head, eyes wide with horror. ��That only happens in books!”

“Not just books,” Suyeon raises her mug to her lips with a hint of a smirk on her face. “Didn’t you hear about the KAT and TBZ presidents?”

“Oh my god, Eric told me about that!” Dawon gasps. “Apparently they—”

“I don’t need to know the details of their sex lives.” You interrupt again. “God, you two are just…”

“Don’t you just love us?” Dawon winks at you, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

“Let’s not go that far.” Her lips twist, and the three of you go quiet for a moment.

“Why do you even hate him?”

Ah, there it is. The same question everyone had been asking since the day you started at this school.

Why do you hate Kim Younghoon?

“It’s complicated,” you tell them what you always say. You tell them that it’s nothing they should be concerned about. He knows what he did.

“Then uncomplicate it.” Suyeon is much softer than Dawon, her eyes furrowed but not with the mild irritation Dawon has. It’s more…concern than anything else, and for a moment you think about telling them. Think about dropping your petty act, let them know exactly what about Younghoon bothers you so much.

You open your mouth, and the two girls in front of you lean forward expectantly, practically on the edge of the tiny couch that had been squeezed into the suite.

“I can’t.”

“That isn’t going to work, sweetheart.” Younghoon says, waltzing up to you after your failed attempt to talk your professor into letting you change partners or work alone. Your shoulders are slumped in defeat, something that Younghoon seems to laugh at. “You’re stuck with me.”

“I really hate you, Kim Younghoon.” You lift your head, wanting so desperately to glare at him but you can only find the strength to stare blankly. He kisses his teeth, eyebrows furrowing.

“That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”

“Who cares? It’s true.”

You want to scream. You want to throw your body onto the ground and throw a tantrum, to cry and whine, to kick and punch the air—anything to get out of this situation.

“All this because I got a better grade than you in one class in high school.” Younghoon shakes his head, his hair falling into his face and obscuring his eyes partially. Your heart thuds against your ribcage (because of the memory, obviously).

“You really think that’s the only reason I hate you?” Hint: he’s right for once. Would you ever tell him that? No. As far as he knows, you have endless reasons to hate him. As long as he lives, that list will grow. In fact, it would be better if he knew that you’d be pissed if he died before you because that means he tried to escape one last competition, but you’d hate it even more if he died after you because that means he would win one last time.

“That’s all I can think of,” he shrugs and you kiss your teeth.

“Disappointing me again, douchebag.” He scoffs at that.

“Of course I am. When am I not upsetting you about some bullshit?”

Oddly, this time you don’t answer him. At least you don’t give him an answer to that question.

“Listen, Kim Younghoon,” you place a hand on your hip, shifting your weight to lean mostly on one leg. He leans toward you a bit, slightly angling his head as if trying to hear you better. “You’re the most annoying, egotistical, snobbish boy I’ve ever met. You always have this, like, need to be better than me— than everyone.”

Younghoon inhales, his eyebrows knitting together and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. You can see the irritation in his gaze, can see him fighting the urge to snap at you and it has your stomach churning. When he finally responds, it’s not exactly what you expected. You thought he would snap back at you, tell you to go fuck yourself, to call you the same insults you just called him.

He doesn’t.

“Meet me in the library at 4 o’clock.” Your head jerks back, your nose wrinkling with confusion.

“Excuse me?” Younghoon just smiles coyly, already turning away from you.

“Don’t you wanna get this project done so you don’t have to deal with me?” He can practically see the wheels turning in your brain, contemplating all your options.

“I mean yeah, but how do you know if I’m even free—”

“You’re always at the cafe at the same time as me,” Younghoon glances down at you, stepping to the side as he pushes open the door of the lecture hall. You say nothing as you push by him. “I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me, sweetheart.”

“That’s not— I would never— how—” You sputter, stumbling over your words and waving your hands in the air while you try to come up with something to say. Something to deny. Younghoon begins to smile again, coy and near-mocking.

“I don’t hear you actively denying anything.” His eyes widen and he bends forward, lowering his face to be near yours. Your cheeks are heating up, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. Words. You need words. Why is nothing coming out?

“Shut the hell up, douchebag.” He laughs and your stomach churns again. Is he laughing at you?

“I’ll see you at 4, sweetheart.” Younghoon starts to reach his hand toward you as he leans up, but thinks better of it and drops it back to his side.

“Yeah, sure,” you scoff and turn your back to him.

Fucking prick.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You toss a stack of papers onto the table you’re sitting at, glaring at the notes Younghoon wrote on the whiteboard. He’d rented a study room for a few hours, giving you time to start working.

Or, at least, try to start working. You had made no promises about not trying to kill him and making it so neither of you could get any work done. Although, you had thought about running him over with your car so that you would have an excuse to work on this alone.

The blinds over the door had been shut, blocking anyone from looking in and potentially seeing you try to kill a man. Lucky for you.

“What’s so wrong with what I wrote?” He squints at the board and you push yourself out of the old, creaky chair you’d been sitting in.

“It’s contradictory!” You complain, reaching around him for the eraser. He grabs your hand before you can do anything, turning on you with a scathing glare.

“It’s not, though!”

His grip tightens on your wrist when you pull it away. You narrow your eyes, but he doesn’t waver at all. There’s heat behind his gaze, heat that makes you nervous. You know he won’t hurt you, that’s not who he is. The heat though…that makes you nervous. It’s the same heat you’d felt several times in the past few weeks.

“Let me go, Kim Younghoon.” He leans his head toward yours and your throat begins to close, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Not until you tell me why it’s contradictory!” He snaps. You swear your ears start to ring, your vision closing in until all you can see is Younghoon.

“It’s— why does it matter so much to you?” His grip finally loosens and you rip away from him with a huff.

“Because you’re putting down my work! Again!” He flings his hands into the air and you bite your tongue. “Why do you hate me so much?”

A lump in your throat, tears in your eyes, and Younghoon drops your hand. He looks defeated, his shoulders slumping and his lips set into a deep frown.

“I just,” Younghoon sits in his chair, the old wood creaking under his weight. You stand in the middle of the study room, hands by your sides and your eyes flicking around nervously. Your posture is so tense compared to his, your eyes flitting around anxiously. “I’m tired of this shit. Not knowing what the fuck I did wrong. You never give me a reason and, at first, I was fine with it. I liked the casual rivalry. But now I’m just…it’s been four years, and I still don’t know what I did.”

“Choi Yuna.” It comes out fast, the name of your ex-best friend. So fast that Younghoon doesn’t catch it, he just stares at you with a look of pure confusion.

“What?”

You say her name slower this time, tugging at the edge of your shirt. “Choi Yuna, you dated her from freshman year until late sophomore year.”

“Okay, yeah,” he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “What does she have to do with this?”

Your cheeks are burning, and you know he can see it. See how flustered you are.

“She was my best friend.” You bite on your tongue, trying to find the right words.

“I know,” he said, and you purse your lips. “She talked about you all the time.”

“That’s funny,” you scoff, a spark of anger returning to your tone and to your facial features. “Considering she’s the reason I hated you for so long.”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” Younghoon huffs, rubbing at his eyes with his palms. You can tell he’s frustrated, so you speak quicker.

“She— she knew that I liked you.” His eyes snap up, wide and bulging. “She knew that I wanted to ask you out in freshman year, so she made sure to get there first. I— at first I thought that you knew that’s why she did it.”

“You thought that I knew your best friend wanted—” Younghoon huffs and rises to his feet.

“Just—” You hold up your hands as he begins to step toward you, slowly backing you into the wall. “Just let me talk. I thought you knew, yes. She told me that you asked her out first and that she just— she just agreed. So yeah, I started to hate you. I started arguing with you and every answer you gave in class because I was just so…angry at— at everything, at myself.”

Your back is against the wall now, and you’re slowly curling in on yourself as Younghoon gets closer.

“And…?” he cocks an eyebrow and your swallow thickly.

“By the time I realized that it was all her….at that point it was just easier to keep hating you. To keep everything at bay.”

“Everything?” He echoes and had you been looking at his face instead of his chest, you would’ve seen the smirk you’d always claimed to hate plastered onto his face.

“Yes,” you groan and lift your head. Your breathing hitches in your throat, your body pushing even closer to the wall when you finally see just how close Younghoon is to you.

Just a few inches from your face is his own, his eyes dancing from your eyes to your lips. His breathing is, compared to yours, slow and even. Inhale, hold, exhale. You can see his chest rising and falling with the rhythm.

“Why—” you clear your throat. “Why are you so close to me, Younghoon?”

“No legal name this time?” He murmurs, one of his hands coming up to rest on the wall beside your head. His head dips down and now his lips are brushing against yours, every breath you take mixing with his. “What happened?”

“I just— you’re a little close to me.” Your hand presses on his chest, but it's as if you aren’t even trying to push him away. “We— we probably shouldn’t.”

Younghoon kisses his teeth, shaking his head at your suggestion. Arguably, it’s a wise choice, but right now he has you exactly where he wants you. If he lets you leave now, who’s to say you won’t pack your bags and take a one-way flight to Brazil?

“I’ve been waiting,” he says and you squeeze the hand on his chest into a fist. “For three years for you to get your head out of your ass. I’m not letting you go now that I have you.”

“Have me?” Your tone shifts into one of challenge rather than the nervous air you’d surrounded yourself with. “If anything, I have you, Kim Younghoon.”

You yank him to you by his shirt, reaching up on your tip toes to place a firm kiss on his plush lips. You hear a groan rumbling in his throat, the hand not on the wall wrapping around your waist and squeezing tightly. Your lips mesh together, but it isn’t messy. It’s slow, calculated just like every move either of you had made against each other. Every argument, every challenge. The build-up. It all led to this, and you’re not letting him go this time. He’s yours and Choi Yuna can’t take him this time.

With a new fervor, both of your hands come to lace into his thick strands of black hair, effectively trapping his lips against yours. He drops the hand that was on the wall, both hands now on your waist and sipping under the loose fabric of your shirt. You gasp at the cold feeling of his hands on your skin, and he takes that opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth. It’s experimental, the way his tongue caresses yours, pushing gently and letting you suck at the warm muscle. He listens to the pretty little whimper you let out when he does the same thing in return and a shiver runs down his spine. His hand slides up the back of your shirt, emerging from the collar and lacing into the strands of your hair.

Air. You had to come up for air. You needed to breathe. Your lungs are aching, but fuck his lips are addicting. They’re soft, and warm, and they feel so good against yours.

Your knees cave slightly, your mind going fuzzy and Younghoon rips away from you to steady your body, his knee shoved between your legs to help keep you upright.

“Sweetheart,” his tone is lighthearted, but you know he’s scolding you. “You need to learn to breathe. I’m not leaving just because you need some air.”

A pretty little whine escapes you, but Younghoon is quick to realize that it’s not because you can’t find the words to respond to him. Well, if you think about it, that kind of was the reason.

Your hips are rolling down on his knee, your hands gripping his shoulder for dear life as you ride his thigh. Your head is rolled to the side, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to find the right pace and the right amount of pleasure to ease your arousal. Younghoon’s jaw drops, and he feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of you trying so desperately to relieve yourself on him. Unfortunately for you, he notes, your jeans seem to be in the way of you achieving your pleasure.

“Sweetheart,” he coos but his voice is shaky and he thanks god that you’re too far gone to notice. “Look at you, trying so hard to get yourself off.”

You whine, and his breathing hitches when you try to ride him even harder.

“Is it not enough?” He presses and your eyes fly open with the quick nod of your head. But then you shake it, and his heart clenches at the confused furrow of your brow.

“‘S not!” You whine. “Need more, Hoonie.”

He smiles when you reach one of your hands down, undoing the button of your jeans and trying desperately to shove them down as far as they can physically go without interrupting your ministrations. To your dismay, they barely get anywhere before Younghoon has to set you down and starts to tug them down your legs gently.

You never thought you would enjoy watching a man get down on his knees for you, never thought you could have this much of a reaction to it. Younghoon though…the sight of him looking up at you through his lashes, the nearly pathetic look in his eyes when he sees just how soaked your panties are— it’s enough to have you practically crumbling to the ground, your lips crashing against his again and forcing him back to lay on the ground.

His hands are everywhere— your hair, your hips, your ass, anywhere he can reach. He squeezes the soft flesh of your ass when your lips trail down his neck, sucking little marks into the skin and pulling groans and quiet whimpers from his throat.

Your hands run under his shirt, and he weakly tries to help you push it over his head to be tossed somewhere else. You shush him, a playful look in your eye as you place a finger on his lips.

“Gotta be quiet now,” you unbutton his jeans, slowly dragging them and his boxers down and he lifts his hips to help you slide them down to his knees. He doesn’t bother with your shirt but makes quick work of your bra and shoves it up. You’re sliding your panties down your legs when he shoves his hands under your shirt, squeezing and tugging at the soft mounds of flesh on your chest. A quiet moan at the feeling of him tugging at your nipples, and his hands falter momentarily when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he teases and you scoff while lining him up with your sopping wet pussy. You know he’s big, both of you do, but you’d never admit that to his face. Never admit that you’re nervous about taking it all in, nervous that you won’t be able to take him at all.

“As if your little dick could possibly hurt me—” your voice catches and he watches with strained amusement as you begin to sink down on him. Your walls are tight around him, practically squeezing the life out of his poor cock while you try so desperately to keep sliding down on him. Younghoon pulls his hands out of your shirt, sliding them down to your hips and gently rubbing them as a means to ease your discomfort.

“What were you saying about my little dick?” Younghoon sneers and you have to fight back the whine that threatens to slip out of you. He’s just over halfway in when you force yourself to give up, the stretch beginning to be too much for you to handle. “I could’ve prepped you, y’know? Made this easier for us both.”

You can only lower your head onto his shoulder, biting harshly into the skin while he flips you around and pushes your legs up toward your chest.

“Hold these here, sweetheart.” You do as he says, gasping sharply when he begins to sink into you.

“Fuck, Younghoon!”

“Shhh,” he kisses you gently while continuing to press into you, using the width of his shoulders to gently spread your legs a bit further apart. “‘M almost there, I promise.”

“‘S too much,” you whimper, a tear slipping out of your eye and dripping onto the carpeted floor below you. “‘S too much, Hoonie.”

“I know sweetheart,” he coos and looks down at where the two of you are connected. He fights the sudden urge to cum when he sees the fluttering of your walls, sees them clenching around him, and trying to force him out. “I’m almost there.”

Another whine from you and he quickly slides the last three inches into you, clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream you release. He stays still for a moment, listening to the sound of you sniffling, and turns his head briefly to look at the door. A shadow passes by and he exhales quietly.

“And you were worried about me being too loud. Who’s the one with a hand over her mouth, hm?” You can’t don’t respond and Younghoon pulls out entirely, leaving just the tip inside of you, and when you whine and let go of one of your legs to reach out for him, he sinks into you in one harsh thrust.

The moan you let out behind Younghoon’s hand is guttural, and your back arches off the floor. His thrusts are rapid, yet he doesn’t falter in pattern. He sinks deep inside of you, punching into you so deep that you swear he’s going to hit your cervix. He lets his hand drop from your mouth listening to the way you try to hold back your noises. Every whine, every whimper and moan and cry, you try so hard for him.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Keeping quiet and letting me fuck her real good.” His voice is so quiet, the words practically hissed into your ear and it’s so hot that your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your grip on your legs loosens and then your hands drop them entirely, letting them fall onto his sturdy shoulders. He watches as both of your hands disappear under your shirt and he feels a pang of irritation as you begin to play with your nipples. They draw sharper noises out of you, higher in pitch and slightly louder. Although, Younghoon can’t complain when the combined pleasure has your cunt fluttering around him and fresh waves of arousal washing through you to make it easier for him to fuck in and out of you.

“Hoon,” your whine is loud. Too loud. “So close, please!”

Younghoon hushes you again, his hand running up the side of your leg and squeezing at the flesh of your thigh.

“I know, sweetheart,” he tells you. “You gotta be quiet f’ me. Gotta be quiet so nobody walks in, okay?”

“I can’t.” You sob out and Younghoon pushes himself closer to you, practically folding you in half so he can kiss you. You open up immediately, whining and letting him slide his tongue in for you to suck on.

Younghoon’s hips begin to stutter, his body shaking against yours, but you’re closer. Your body spasms, and you nip at his tongue to keep him close to you while you cum. Younghoon grunts at the combined feeling of your bites and the clenching of your walls around his length. It’s all a bit too much and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s shuddering and collapsing against you, spilling ropes of white hot cum inside of you.

He can feel the combination of his and your cum beginning to squeeze out of you around the tight fit of his dick inside of you, but he doesn’t have the strength to pull out of you just yet. You’ve stopped biting at him, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth slowly sucking at the warm muscle he continues to provide you.

Your body is sore, your thighs aching and likely bruised when you walk into your dorm a few hours later. You hadn’t gotten any work done after that, spending the rest of the time making out in a chair and grinding on each other like some damn horny teenagers. You know you’re a disaster, but you’re more than content with that knowing that Younghoon looks the same (if not worse).

When the door clicks shut, it’s dark in the suite and you silently thank god that Dawon and Suyeon are asle—

“Where the fuck have you been?”

The lights flick on to reveal your two friends at the counter in the suite’s living area. Dawon looks furious, but Suyeon looks like she just wants to go to be. You grimace, dropping your bag off your shoulder and onto the ground next to you.

“Out.” Your voice is hoarse and you grimace. You imagine your throat is a little bit bruised from…things.

“Doing what.” Dawon snaps.

“Or who, judging by the looks of you.” Suyeon clicks her tongue and rises from the couch. “Look at you! It looks like someone tried to eat you!”

Dawon squints at you, and you turn your gaze to the floor.

“You fucked him, didn’t you?” She inquires, but you both already know the answer.

“Who?” Suyeon frowns. “Who did she fuck?”

Your nose wrinkles, and you turn to her with a look that says I think you know. Suyeon tilts her head, her eyebrows knitting together in thought.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. OH— OH MY GOD—”

The Tau Beta Zeta frat house isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. At least not party-wise. The moment you and your friends walk in, you’re engulfed in noise, drunk partygoers, and scattered members of the frat. In one corner you can see what looks like two members of the frat making out with their girlfriends. Haknyeon and Changmin, Dawon said, Too bad they couldn’t find a private space. Damn exhibitionists. A smile quirks on your lips just slightly. Oh, if only she knew the truth.

You barely acknowledge her, however, scanning the room for Younghoon.

“Eric!” You grab the passing boy by the arm and he jerks to a stop, nearly spilling the contents of two cups.

“Yo!” He grins at you, and you can just faintly see the crinkle of his eyes under the red baseball cap of his. “What’s up?”

“Have you seen Younghoon?” Eric purses his lips in thought.

“You aren’t gonna kill him, right?” You laugh and so does he.

“No, not anymore. Or…I might if he doesn’t show up soon—”

“BOO!” Someone’s hands wrap around your waist lifting you off the ground and spinning you as you scream for him to put you down. Eric slips away, casting his eyes behind him to watch you and Younghoon as he approaches a girl in the corner.

“Kim Younghoon!” You snap, swatting him upside the head. Your boyfriend smirks at you, bending down to try and give you a kiss that you block. “Don’t kiss me, you douche! That wasn’t funny!”

“It was kinda funny,” he laughs, swooping in to give a kiss that you choose not to block this time. It’s deep and slow, and he tilts his head to get a better taste of you when you bring your hand to the back of his neck.

“Mmm, I think I like it when you don’t hate me.” He murmurs when he pulls back, grinning wickedly when you place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Do you now?”

“Mhm.”

“Shouldn’t have scared me then.” You scowl, turning away from him and beginning to stalk away. He scrambles after you, frantically trying to keep up despite the crowd.

“Where are you going?” He whines, grasping at your fingertips. You turn your head, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“We gotta let loose, don’t we? We’re a little tense right now.”

A puddle of drool is practically forming in Younghoon’s mouth and he’s suddenly in front of you, moving with a renewed fervor.

When the door of the third bedroom on the right of the third floor shuts and clicks locked, nobody questions it. Not the thumping, nor the loud grunts and moans.

When someone needs to let loose, people know better than to interrupt. Especially when it’s Younghoon and his former-crush-turned-enemy-turned-girlfriend.

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