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yootaesowlwrites · 8 months

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Practice Room

A/N: This is a free choice fic. Imagine who you want to for this.

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, mention of blowjob, masturbation, phone sex, nicknames,

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 16+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

To say you weren’t expecting a call from your boyfriend only a few hours after he had left for a late-night practice was an understatement, but the way he looked was not how you expected to see when you answered the FaceTime call. His hair was soaked with sweat and sticking to his forehead, yet some parts of it looked dishevelled, you could see his flushed skin and the way the sweat glistened in the light.

“I thought you were dancing,” You say as you sit upright in bed. You prop yourself against the headboard and lazily move one arm over your head as you lovingly stare at your phone, or more at the man on your phone screen.

“Baby…” He heavily breathes. Your eyes widen as you hear his tone, and you practically straighten up, and that’s when you pick up on how dark his eyes are, lust and need swirled in them. “Fuck, you shouldn’t have given me that blowjob earlier…” An hour or two before he had left for the studio, you were on your knees in front of him and his hands tangled into your hair as you looked up at him so sinfully as you had your mouth stuffed with his cock.

“Was it that good?” You ask, feeling a sense of pride growing inside your chest. “You really couldn’t focus on practice and thought more about your dick inside my mouth, how I looked up at you with big eyes and breathed loudly as I take more and more of you in my mouth, the head of you slipping down my th—”

“Baaabbyyy,” He whines out and leans his head against a white wall. “Fuck, I called you to help, but you’re making it worse,” He moves the camera lower, and you saw the giant tent in his sweats. “Fuck, this is your fault, you need to help take care of this,” You lick your lips and adjust yourself into a more comfortable position.

“Take your pants off,” You mumble. “Is anybody there or is anyone going to disturb you?” You watch his free hand come into view and push his pants down, along with his underwear. You push your legs together as you watch his hard cock spring free and slap against his lower stomach, leaving a smear of his arousal behind on his tanned skin, some of it getting on his happy trail.

“Nobody, it’s like a ghost town here,” He says. You nod your head, even though he was holding the camera away from his face, and you knew he wasn’t going to see. “It felt so good what you did to me earlier,” You lick your lips as you feel your own skin slowly starting to heat up with excitement.

“You really do need the help,” You whisper. “Cup yourself for me,” You watch his hand cup the underside of his cock and hear a groan from him. “Slide your hand up and down,” He does what you say, and you hear his breathing only getting louder. You weren’t completely sure where he was inside the company building, but you had a feeling it was in the dance practice room. “Wanna turn the camera towards the mirror for me?” You watch the phone lift before it freezes for a split second as he switches the camera to face the mirror. “I knew it…”

“It’s just me here…” He mutters. You could see him completely through the mirror, the way he held the phone and the way he sat against the wall across from the mirror. “It got so bad while I was dancing, I couldn’t focus at all,” You lick your lips as you let your eyes move towards his cock he was still palming.

“Can you move closer to the mirror?” You ask. You watch him pull his hand away and move himself closer to the mirror, close enough for you to see what you want and need to see. “Good boy,” He lets out a soft whimper. “Wrap your hand around yourself,” He lets out a breathy groan as his fingers wrap around the base of his length. “Fuck, watch you do this… being like this, it makes me want to come to you,” You unconsciously move one of your hands over your pyjama shorts and press your fingers down against your folds, and felt your juices moving between them. “Move your hand, slowly.”

“Oh, gawd…” He groans as he slowly slides his hand upwards to the tip of his cock. You watch as he slides the palm of his hand over the tip before moving it down his length, leaving a trail of his arousal along his cock, before his hand slid back upwards to collect more of his pre-cum onto his hand. “Fuck, so good…” You watch him rub the palm of his hand over the head of his cock in a circular motion.

“Baby…” You mumble as you press your fingers harder against your folds, pressing near your clit. “Gawd…” His breathing gets harder, and you could feel sweat forming on your skin from hearing the little whimpers and groans from his lips. “Move your hand away from the head.”

“Y/n… baby…” He whimpers. He slowly slides his hand away from the head, and you could see the red angry tip leaking more, his hand was probably coated with his arousal. “Baby…” You could see his stomach rising and falling through the mirror.

“Can you do me a favour… take off your hoodie and shirt,” You say. You almost whine as he puts the phone down and disappears from your view, you hear the sound of clothes shuffling and moments later he is back in your view, and you can see his toned arms and his toned torso clearer now. “Fuck… yes,” You slide your hand upwards and slip it between your pyjama pants and panties and cup yourself through your panties. “Take your thumb, baby…” You watch him wrap his hand around himself again and slowly move his thumb to the slit on his cock. “That’s it, play with it,” You press against your folds again, and rub up and down over the panties.

“Yyyy/nnnn…” He whines out as he circles his thumb over the slit of his cock. You could see his arousal coating his thumb, making it glisten in the light. “Fuck, fuck… I’m…” His tone sounded strained, and you had a feeling he wasn’t going to last very long.

“How long did you try and hold out, baby?” You ask in a teasing tone. “Too long?” You slide your fingers to the side of your panties and pull them aside before pressing them against your exposed folds and slowly pushing your digits past them.

“Y-yes, fu-fuck, too lo-long,” He stutters. You could see sweat rolling down his chest and over his stomach, his thigh muscles bulging in the mirror, and you could see his hand gripping the phone harder. “I’m going to…”

“Slide along it, baby,” You say. You watch him slide his thumb along his slit, and smile as you watch his body begin to shake, your view of him becomes shaky as well, and you wished you were right in front of him to experience it. “Keep going, make yourself cum on yourself,” Your eyes move to his abdomen, and you could see his muscles pulling and twitching, the sound of his groans and loud breathing was making your mind spin. “When you get home… eat me out.”

“Fuck, Y/n, you can’t say stuff like that…” He groans. His hand begins bobbing up and down around the head of his cock, while his thumb continues to slide along the slit. He could feel his balls tightening as his high was nearing, and rapidly as well.

“I mean it, eat me out, even if I’m asleep, I’ll be fucking soaked,” You say. Your eyes flash towards his throat and watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he breathes in rapidly and loudly. “Cum for me, baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” You watch him throw his head back against the wall and listen to his moans becoming louder and deeper.

“Yyy/nnn… fuck, yes, I’m… for you, fuck… fuck,” He groans. His movements become more rapid, and you watch his eyes fall shut, his lids move and twitch before you watch his body begin to shake with pleasure. “Y/N!” His head turns from side to side against the wall, and you lower your eyes to watch ropes of cum spilling from his cock and onto his lower stomach and onto his thighs.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that,” You say. His muscles twitch and pull as he goes through his orgasm, he was a mess, and it was all because of you. He was a mess for you.

“Y/n, fuck, baby, baby, fuck!” He moans. His hand falls to the floor, and you watch him from a different angle as he goes through his high. “FUCK, fuck, oh, my fucking…” You push your fingers against your clit, you had been too distracted watching him, you had forgotten to get yourself off. “Fuck, oh, my…” You watch his movements slowly down before his hand falls away from his cock, and he slowly opens his eyes, a dazed look in them as he stares upwards at the ceiling. A smile begins forming on his lips, and he slowly turns his head towards the phone in his hand to see you staring at him with darkened eyes. “I can’t believe I just did this here…”

“Well, believe it…” You whisper. “I apparently gave you such a good head earlier, you wanted it to happen in the practice room,” You watch him lick his lips as a chuckle escapes his lips, he was thinking about it and thinking about what he had just done. He wasn’t even sure how he was going to get himself out of the practice room and to the bathroom without getting caught by an employee who worked late hours or night shifts. “Hurry and finish practice…”

“You didn’t get to finish though…” He says. You watch as a frown forms on his face and he lifts the camera. “Let me ease you through it,” You shake your head, pressing your fingers harder against your clit.

“No, no… hurry and finish practice and then come and eat me out,” You say. “I want that, I want you to eat me out,” You watch him swallow and nod his head. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you to return,” You watch him reach for his hoodie and pull it towards himself. “And go clean yourself up,” He nods his head again.

“I think I’m done with practice, I’ll be home soon,” He says. You softly smile at him and nod your head. “Don’t get off without me seeing it, okay?” This time it was your turn to chuckle.

“Got it, I will wait for you to arrive,” You say. He waves at the camera with his cum-coated hand, and you feel your pussy twitch as you watch it glisten. “Hurry.”

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crabsxdragons · 6 months

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warning: mature content

He wasn’t expecting a completely dark home when he opened the door this evening. But here he is, trying to make his way to the bedroom without hitting any furniture on the way. His baby is home, he knows it.

Sleeping perhaps?, he thought.

He couldn’t be more wrong-

The dancing silhouette in his bedroom says otherwise. The figure dances in the dark, a familiar silhouette created by the light streaming through the window. The person is completely oblivious to his presence, moving in a teasing manner, lost in whatever music is playing through the earphones.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his position as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

As his gaze focuses more and more on the body, not on the movements it makes, the performer turns around-

A gasp breaks the silence.

“You’re back”, followed by a tiny voice, almost a whisper.

He licked his lips, making his way closer.

“Yes, darling”

“How long have you been standing there?”, the earphones are off, his gaze lands on the pair of ears getting redder by the second.

He pretended to think, “hm… long enough to say that you are an incredible dancer, not long enough to see the entire performance”

“You weren’t supposed to see that”, the pout that came with the statement made him laugh.

He moved closer, trapping his little dancer with his arms and the dresser.

“Oh but it’s a pleasure for me to see that, darling”, his whispered.

He licked his lips again, feeling thirsty out of nowhere. His eyes darts to the pair of soft lips in front of him, calling out his name.

“How was your day?”, he almost didn’t catch the question, too lost inside the thought of a certain pair of lips against his.

“Exponentially better after that private performance of yours”

“Goodness, I wish there was a way to make you forget you ever saw that”, he could sense the embarrassment with a hint of frustration.

He was doing a great job holding in the urge to claim the lips in front of him, until someone’s teeth started chewing on it-

-and he lost it.

Another gasp fills the room as their lips collide. Bodies flush against each other. His lips moves passionately. He is hungry- no, starving. Hands are all over the place, feeling every curve his little dancer has. He gives no mercy, no time to breathe. Why breathe in oxygen when this person is the air he breathes?

Feeling a gentle push on his chest, he pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.

“I- I need to breathe”, he responded with a smirk, followed by a kiss on the forehead.

“You should take a shower, it’s late”

He was amused at the attempt to distract him from what he wants, “only if you join me, love”

The pair of eyes glaring him at him sent him laughing, “don’t- no, please stop doing that”

“Do what? I’m not doing anything, darling”, he teased more.

“Just go shower already, I’ll wait for you in bed”, and another gentle push on his chest.

He place a kiss on the neck, whispering, “I’ll see you in bed, baby”

“-hopefully with nothing on”

note:

hi everyone! i am well aware that i have not posted anything in two years. i sincerely apologize for that, and i am apologizing in advance because i can not promise you that i will be posting regularly in the future. anyways, ya girl is a doctor now. i hope that could explain my absence (sorry). here’s a little something i wrote, because apparently i daydreamed a bit too hard and this scene has been stuck in my mind ever since. take care! please stay happy and healthy ✨

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ourdadai · 9 months

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daidai minha diva, você pode fazer uma lockscreen / wallpaper do kim seok woo ( ator ) por favor ??

aqui amor, não sei se você sabe mais ele também é idol, faz parte do grupo ( sf9 )

#ask #kpop lockscreen #wallpapers kpop #lockscreens #kpop moodboard #wallpaper #sf9 rowoon #sf9 reactions #sf9 moodboard #sf9 icons #sf9 imagines #sf9 smut #sf9 lockscreen #sf9 wallpaper #sf9edit #rowoon #rowoon icons #kim seokwoo

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lost-inthedream · 10 months

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Love your sf9 stuff!

Was wondering if you could write an SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night?? Thank you!

Sorry for the late answer. Thank you for requesting!

SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night

Pairing: SF9 x female reader

Warnings: oral, fingering, masturbation, mentions of sex, everything in this piece happens with consent.

Bonus song rec: UFO, by Gemini ft. Seori.

smut content under the cut

Youngbin:

You deliberately wake him up, but with kind touches. Once he asks what the problem is, you say you need his help. "Nightmare??" he supposes pulling you closer, which obligates you to be explicit. He chuckles with a hint of malice and tells you to undress both of you then he is gonna do the job. The way he penetrates you is rather romantic at this time.

Inseong:

Waking him up is harder than you expected. However, the more you talk profanities into his ear as you lay very closer to him, the wetter you get. "You nasty" he finally moans back in a low tone. "Yes, I'm the nastiest!" you whine out excited. "Will you fuck yourself on my dick right now?" he asks with a jerk, knowing that this is all you want. You just need to climb on top of him.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon immediately smiles at your filthy approach under the sheets but he is lazy. He slowly palms you back to reach your folds. "Are you wet?" He sounds curious but also hazy. Anyways, he is pretty caring and starts pumping your hole with two fingers as soon he figures out that you are lubrificated.

Dawon:

This boy is easily woken up. The first complaint that reaches his ear gets him alert. "Yes, doll". When you kiss him in the mouth, he gets it right away. You won't even need to move, he blindly goes to your bottoms and removes them, you are curious to discover what's he's going for. Maybe he will eat you out, maybe he will tease your entrance with those thick fingers of his.

Zuho:

He wakes up so lost and confused, you have to kiss him into comprehension. Since your kiss is much dirtier than he expects in the middle of the night, he slowly understands that there's something off. He places his hand spread onto your butt cheek and massages its flesh. "Oh shit, my princess needs to be fucked back to sleep". He will do it still half-asleep and still clothed but it's perfect to have your eyelids heavy again.

Rowoon:

Dragging him out of dreamland this late is harder than anything. He turns to the side and purrs at your approach. You are almost giving up, resigned to only sucking on his fingers when he suddenly asks if you need your pussy eaten out. "Please, my love" you cry, pulling his damp fingers out of your mouth. He clumsily slides underneath the blanket, intruding between your legs.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang having a hard-on even though he is asleep is quite frequent. He often fix it without bothering you when his cock wakes him up. It goes differently when you are the one opening your eyes to your wet pussy instead. You palm him tenderly, with a pouty in your lips and kisses onto his neck. "What's it, baby girl?" he asks, feeling his member hardening into your fist. "Give it to me" you implore. Just a few more strokes and he stretches you out.

Hwiyoung:

He can't do nothing but whine once you interrupt his rest so you apologize. It's embarrassing but you're still very needy. You spread your legs, intent on taking care of yourself when Youngkyun start sucking on your shoulder and covers your hand with his. He stops the circles you were making with your fingers and checks your arousal without a word. Your fluids are enough to coat his digits thus he rubs your clit with ease.

Chani:

You all have established something similar to free use, hence you start touching his body as your whines fill the room. He takes a while to wake up, you humping his front with effort. At some point, he hisses a curse and grinds back on you before sliding his hand between the two of you. Just a small movement and his half-hard shaft is free for you to play with.

#sf9 smut #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #youngbin smut #inseong smut #jaeyoon smut #dawon smut #zuho smut #yoo taeyang smut #hwiyoung smut #chani smut

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mirisss · 5 months

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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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Hwiyoung (SF9) | Sharing a bed for the first time & “Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?” fluff | 0.8k

You’ve promised each other it wouldn’t be awkward. Why should it be, after all? You’ve seen each other at your lowest points, you’ve helped each other through them, so why should spending a night on the same bed be a big deal? It shouldn’t, that’s right. Honestly, it's a wonder that this is a first - something you tell yourself to prompt excitement to push down the anxiety.

Because despite your long years of friendship, something feels different. It's been like that for weeks now. You can't pinpoint exactly when it started, but at some point something in the air changed. Suddenly when Youngkyun got close, there was tension that wasn’t there before, the air felt charged with electricity that made you both laugh awkwardly as you put distance between you.

Avoidance is not a solution, though. And as much as you could rely on him to tell you if he felt uncomfortable, this seems to make him feel as conflicted, although pleasantly, as it makes you, and therefore you suppose you’ll have to address things first. But how are you supposed to tell your best friend that you fell for him, suddenly and without a warning? Again, why is it a big deal if you’re pretty sure he feels the same way? It’s all stupid, and yet…

Getting under the covers is awkward despite the promise. Youngkyun seems to feel out of place in his own bed. In the darkness, you can see him stealing glances at you while looking all around his room as if it’s his first time sleeping there.

“Hey,” you call softly as you turn to lay on your side, facing him. So does he, his eyes finally settling on your form. “Everything alright? I can take the couch.”

“No way,” he shakes his head. You both know the disastrous effect his couch has on one’s back and the agony felt in the morning. “I’m fine. This is just new.”

You agree. But even so, it doesn’t feel bad at all.

“It’s just us,” you remind him quietly. He nods. You lay quietly and watch each other. It’s not exactly new. You’ve done plenty of staring and caught him in the act more times than you could count too. It’s different now, though, like so many other things.

You take the risk and shuffle just an inch closer. He doesn’t move away, nor does he flinch when you slowly place a hand on his cheek. As so many times before, he relaxes under your touch and closes his eyes just for a second.

When he opens them, he looks more nervous than before. Yet he covers your hand with his to keep it there. His fingers stroke yours, coaxing you to relax as he’s trying to. It’s not long before he reaches out, brushing his hand on your cheek. The tips of his fingers trace your face slowly, carefully. You don’t dare break eye contact. You need to show him, somehow, that you trust him and that this is alright.

Soon you mimic his actions, caressing his face and letting your fingers commit his features into your memory. Not just how he looks, but how his soft skin feels, the little imperfections he hides exposed.

“Can we talk?” he asks, and as much as you hate this particular question, it’s hard to feel nervous with the way he’s looking at you, “What are we? What are we doing?”

You feel like it’s for the best if you don’t overthink the answer too much, so you don’t.

“We’re doing what feels right,” you whisper and search for any sign of disagreement on his face but all you find is relief, “I like it.”

“I like it too.”

The reassurance comes a little too quickly, smiles tugging at your lips. Your hand slides down to his jaw. Your thumb brushes against his lips and you feel his breath hitch. It’s his turn to follow your lead, adjusting the position of his hand to perfectly mirror yours. Words are impossible when it’s hard to breathe.

“What time is it?” he asks suddenly, and as confused as you are, you trust him.

“I don’t know, why?”

“It must be around midnight, but…” he takes a breath and hesitates. So you move closer, hoping that the minimum of space between you will reassure him. It seems to work, to provide him with enough confidence to move his hand from your face to your waist. He pulls you closer when you, silently, give him the okay.

“If this is going where I hope it’s going,” he says, voice dropping lower until you can barely hear, “I want to know the exact date.”

You can barely hear yourself laugh over the beating of your heart.

“Why not just check the time then, hm?” you tease, suddenly so overcome by your fondness for him you might just kiss him now. He’s faster, his concern forgotten for the time being.

The feeling of his lips on yours is much better than you imagined, reality for the first time beats the fantasy.

#sf9 #hwiyoung #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 fluff #hwiyoung fluff #sf9 x reader #hwiyoung x reader #drabble #fluff #requested

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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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.

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theboyzism · 11 months

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[SF9] nicknames they would call their partner

➳ genre: fluff ➳ ficstyle: bulletpoints ➳ requested: "nicknames sf9 would call their girlfriend? could you also do it for seventeen? (not sure if you write for them, if not just sf9 please) hope you're doing well 🫶" seventeen version here

YOUNGBIN

he strikes me as a very classy boyfriend

nicknames with him would be rather simple

i can see him going for darling as his go-to

would also love to call you babe or prince/princess

INSEONG

heavily depends on his mood

if he's feeling rather funny he'd probably have a special nickname just for you

may also call you silly little nicknames like buttercup to get on your nerves throughout the day lmao

other than i think he would call you my love or honey

JAEYOON

another one that strikes me as someone that would rather go for classy nicknames

calls you babe so often it might be your actual name atp

would also love to call you sweetheart

probably also someone who makes up a special nickname just for you

DAWON

mans made up a nickname just for you

i feel like he's someone who would just try different things to see what works best and fits him and his partner the most

it would be a long process, days filled with him just throwing random nicknames at you

but in the end it would be so worth it

sign me up pls

ZUHO

i cannot say this loud enough

he'd call you his sunshine

cause when he's with you he's just pure bliss and happiness 🥺

maybe also kitten during more sexual moods?

ROWOON

precious

because you literally are the most precious person in his life

idk from that one interview where he talked about his ex gf he just strikes me as someone who see's his partner as the most treasured thing in his life

plus when he falls in love he falls so deep

may also use other nicknames, but this would be his go-to

TAEYANG

darling and sweetheart

well that's what he would call you most of the time

i feel like he is also a very sensual person?

he'd definitely have more spicy nicknames for the private hours too though

HWIYOUNG

pls tell me why angel came to my mind immediately

hwiyoung strikes me as someone who also would compliment his partner with nicknames?

mainly because i don't see him as the person who would feel awkward complimenting you too often, so he'd call you these nicknames to reassure you and to compliment you without directly complimenting you

i can see him calling you beautiful UGH it would sound so good coming from his lips

CHANI

if you're older he'd call you noona/ oppa for sure

i think he would also give you a silly nickname?

to annoy you he would also call you something like pookie until you end up twisting his arm and he gives up

also calls you babe

#sf9 #sf9 scenarios #sf9 reactions #sf9 fluff #sf9 imagines

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taeandpuppies · 7 months

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How your cameraroll will look like if you're dating Yoo Taeyang

Just a small something for @yootaesowl 🧡

#yoo taeyang #yoo taeyang imagine #sf9 #sf9 taeyang #sf9 imagines #yoo taeyang imagines

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icequeenbae · 2 years

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Now or Never (m) KIS KSW

Pairing: Rowoon (Seokwoo) x Reader x Inseong

Polyamory AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, softdomvibes!Inseong, creampie, threesome, facesitting (messy oral, I warned ya)

Word Count: ~4.5k

Summary: If your partner is ignoring your needs, is there anything better than having another partner to tend to them?

Author’s note: Hi hi hi!! I feel like I haven't been posting for ages, so I'm super happy to finally be back ❤️ So... This time I bring something different (big thanks to my beta @baekshoney for bearing with me 🙃). AHHH so nerve-wrecking!! Anyways, this is my first non-EXO (non-Baekhyun??) story on here, which I had dusting in my gdocs for some time. Since I am about to hit 500 followers, I felt like it is as good of a time as any to experiment a little~ I really really hope that you enjoy it! Don't worry, Baekhyun stories are also coming!!

Since it is a different fandom, I just want to state my usual greetings - I am Ri, very chatty and welcoming of all asks/ comments/ questions etc., please don't be shy to reach out! Okay, it's getting too long, I'll just leave you to it hehe

It has been two hours. Two torturous hours since you’d gotten home, ready to pounce, and your boyfriend Seokwoo was still not giving you anything but crumbs. Apparently, his friends waited for weeks for this day to come since he was too busy to play during the promotions, and now he was gaming like crazy for much longer than you were willing to tolerate.

At first, you took the opportunity to soak in a nice hot bath and take a relaxing shower. Then you took your time applying all of the skincare, hair products and whatnot to give him some extra time to finish up. You checked on him while your face mask was on, yet his session didn’t seem to be nearing an end. When you were all done (and slightly disappointed by the lack of attention), you rejoined him on the living room couch, looking for ways to distract him and coerce him to call it a day for his gaming. However, your advances didn’t produce much of an impact: Seokwoo simply nodded, asking you to wait for a bit longer.

He didn’t even glance your way. His eyes were glued to the screen the entire time you were ‘interacting’. Seokwoo was so deep into his game that he didn’t even notice the way you glared at him for 10 minutes straight before the noise came from the entrance.

‘Kids, I’m home!’

At this time, you were quite upset, so you weren’t in a rush to respond to Inseong, who was probably headed straight to the bathroom anyways. He had developed this habit of jumping in the shower as soon as he arrived home, probably because he became a sloth soon after – too lazy to remove his makeup or wash up. It was kind of endearing, the way he fell asleep in a matter of seconds sometimes, but personal hygiene was also a thing.

With the little patience you could muster, you waited for your older partner to finish his routine and proceed to the bedroom in order to put his home clothes on. But as Seokwoo continued to ignore all of your signals – the uncharacteristic pouting (you usually made use of it with his hyung instead), the hand on his thigh, the audible fuming – you were growing more and more frustrated.

You simply wanted him to spend some time with you! It was his fault too that you were this spoiled, basking in the ocean of his affection along with Inseong’s most of the time. The two of them were usually extremely clingy, and despite them being back home for several days already, you had hoped that their neediness would match yours and last for a bit longer.

And here you were, angry almost to tears from being completely ignored for the whole evening, especially after the extensive wait prior to this. Still, you were determined to get your share of attention in this house, one way or another.

The fact that Seokwoo simply gave you a casual pat on the butt when you stood up to leave only aggravated you further.

When you trudged into the bedroom, you were greeted with the familiar sight of your significant other splayed on the bed in just his shirt and sweats. His blond hair was a mess, his eyes were closed and his phone was on his chest. He was going to check something on there and then just decided to laze about for a minute, you figured. The sloth in him prevailed once again.

‘Oppa, are you asleep?’ You murmured, climbing onto the bed and taking a spot right next to him.

Flush to his side, you laid your head on his chest, and hugged him with both your right arm and right leg. The reciprocation of your gesture was instant, and his arm curled around your back, somehow tugging you even closer to him.

‘No, I was just going to join you,’ he replied, giggling softly as soon as you pressed an intense kiss to his neck. ‘What’s that about? Missed me?’

Inseong laughed in the charming way he did before looking at you with one eye. He caught the expression on your face way too quickly.

‘Why are you sulking?’

Multiplying your already exaggerated pout, you huffed and hid your face in his chest.

‘Seokwoo is ignoring me. All night.’

Reaching for your hair, Inseong brushed it away from your face and poked your cheek playfully. You huffed again like an angry little hedgehog.

‘Did you two have a fight?’

His tone was affable, and your defensiveness was down for the time being.

‘No. He’s… playing games!’ You frowned. ‘Instead of playing with me.’

‘I see,’ he hummed knowingly, digging his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply. ‘So, you’ve been pampering yourself all evening, and he gave you no attention at all?’

‘Yes!’ You replied begrudgingly.

This time, he didn’t give an immediate response. You lay there for a long minute, with his fingers brushing through your locks steadily. It was calming, you could not argue. There was something about Inseong that made you go mellow like this. He was chaotic at times, but when he was in his lazy domestic mood, you two would be melting together like two scoops of ice-cream on a pretty little plate.

And Seokwoo could very well be the plate. Since he was pretty and also unyielding (to your desires and whatever else) on days like this. Oh, you just wanted to smack his dumb little head every so often! What a meanie. He probably didn’t even notice that you weren’t around anymore, so your time was certainly better spent with someone who at least didn’t refuse to hold you for a good minute.

Acting all childish wasn’t something you did often, but sometimes a girl had to get what a girl wanted. And thankfully, it happened to work great on Inseong, who was a couple years older. Maybe it was him having a soft spot for you that made you this demanding, but who cared?

‘Cute.’ The blond finally replied. ‘You two can never stay out of trouble without the adults at home. It’s either fucking or fighting, no in between.’

‘Sometimes we’re playing around,’ you offered, cheeks suddenly getting heated at his comment.

Inseong snickered, chest shaking underneath your head.

‘I know how you ‘play around’. It counts as fucking, aegiya.’

You squirmed, feeling like you were trapped in rich honey. The hand that was patting your hair moments ago was now gently stroking the curve of your back, making your whole body tremble with excitement already. It wasn’t even anything special, but it was Inseong. His touch was just magical like this.

Relaxing in his arms and inhaling his fresh scent, you slowly turned into a purring kitty. The disappointment you felt from Seokwoo not giving you an ounce of his time this evening faded away, and you eagerly allowed your hand to snake under your elder’s shirt.

He hummed as his warm skin welcomed the caress of your fingertips, and you gripped his pec impishly. Both of you loved skinship a lot, so for some time it was just squeezing, and stroking, and rubbing, and hugging… You groped each other all over in a lazily sensual pattern, the tension growing just as steadily as Inseong’s boner underneath your palm. He startled you though, by reaching down and pressing two of his fingers to your clit.

You moaned before you could help it.

The shirt you were still wearing was all folded over your exposed breasts, so Inseong leaned in to press a wet kiss to your nipple. You squirmed, entangling your hand in his hair, and sort of pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

‘Mm, why are you wearing a thong at home?’ He murmured, licking at it broadly, leaving a moist trail over your breast.

‘Because my oppa is a pervert,’ you teased with a naughty smile, which quickly fell when he tapped you on the pussy.

‘Don’t be a brat,’ he warned in a singsongy tone, and circled your nub with just his middle finger.

The exhale that escaped your lungs was too breathy not to indicate your current state. But Inseong didn’t require any hints. He knew your body better than he knew his own, so pushing your buttons in the most efficient way came easy to him.

‘Next time don’t even bother wearing them,’ the blond continued, two of his fingers crawling underneath the triangle of fabric over your pubic bone to rub between your wet folds. ‘If you aim to please oppa.’

The soft squelch followed, and you moaned again, bucking your hips forward. Inseong smiled at your reaction, repeating his action a couple times to stimulate you further. You huffed impatiently, fingers digging into his deltoid, and presented the advanced version of your pout. It was a sort of ‘innocent baby girl wanting to get messed up by daddy’ kind of look. Very fitting for the current state of affairs, where you were reduced to watching him play with your pussy, all while wanting to curse him out to have him speed it up.

You’d had enough of waiting for tonight. It was time to be taken, and if anyone was to know better, it was him.

‘Inseongie,’ you called, skipping the honorific on purpose.

He knew it meant you were in a different state of mind already, too impatient to drag it out. So, he rolled his pants down, pressing your palm to his length.

‘You don’t have to wait for much longer, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, voice sounding salacious without him even intending it.

There was just this… aura to him. Inseong could say the most mundane little thing, and not even mean for it to sound seductive, and still your body would react. And since it has been a long evening so far (of you being left unsatisfied), you were grateful that it was him. Because while Seokwoo preferred to take his time and essentially marinate you in his love (when he wasn’t too busy ignoring your very existence), Inseong was more impulsive in his lovemaking. He was less intense, but more… present. And while Seokwoo took you to another realm and made it an experience in itself, Inseong got things done. Exactly the way you wanted them done.

It didn’t even startle you when he suddenly pushed into you from behind, holding you by the waist. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, helping you get your shirt off for good, and then tugged you so close your back ended up glued to his chest. Always his little dessert spoon.

He set a medium pace, his breath fanning over your ear just as steadily as his hips rolled into yours.

‘Mh-m,’ you moaned through your sealed lips, crazy about the wetness echoing in his every motion to pull out and slip back in.

You could picture his juice-covered cock from just hearing that. Saliva filled your mouth driven by instinct, and you gulped, reaching back to at least get a handful of his ass while at it. As if hearing you swallow, Inseong suddenly brought his hand up and traced your lower lip with his index finger. Shoving it into your mouth along with his middle finger, he urged you to give him a good suck. Pushing his fingers in and out, as if imitating oral sex, he made you drool even more.

Content with how well you lubricated his fingers, he brought them back to your nipple, making sure to press on it while squeezing your whole breast. You shivered.

‘Should I just go all in, baby?’ He inquired, slowing down, and you nodded frantically. ‘Okay. I’m not pulling out either.’

He chuckled at the way your nose scrunched up. You did enjoy raw sex, and having some cream on your cake was fine on any day. But having two boyfriends (who sometimes got pettily competitive) usually ended up in your whole crotch covered in cum. Also your butt crack, and your thighs, your boobs… sometimes it got smeared over your entire body. These boys could get so messy that afterwards you were in for an urgent shower and dealing with the laundry, even though you could barely keep your eyes open. It was helpful that there were two of them, but they were also double trouble.

When Inseong changed the position, it became a lot more… a lot more.

Your left leg was between his, and your right one was in the air, supported by your partner. Inseong pressed down on it to spread you open, and you knew he meant business in just a few moments – when he adjusted.

‘Ah-h!’ You couldn’t hold back your yelps any longer, getting louder with every thrust.

It was hard to reach for him in this position, so you tugged on your own locks instead, arching your back. Your shaky hand found the firm flesh of his thigh, and you held onto it for dear life and he snapped into you so hard your entire body bounced off the mattress.

‘Seongie- yes, yes-’

You were simply pleading at this point, the muscles of your core quivering around his cock.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Inseong suddenly asked, not wavering in his rhythm.

Blinking through the blurriness in your eyes, you looked up at his sweaty chest and then face, noticing a figure right behind him.

Seokwoo was right there in the doorway, watching you intently as you fucked.

‘Ah!’ You shrieked, a lightning bolt of pleasure hitting you in that very second.

Inseong kept your thighs open, pressing you down into the covers forcefully to use your orgasm to trigger his own. It only took him a few seconds to catch up.

‘Oppa-’ you cried, and he growled through the hammering of his thrusts, which kept filling you with more and more of his seed.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get off of your limp body once he was done, planting lazy kisses over your collarbone instead. Your weak arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he stroked your thigh. It was a cuddling session all over again.

It was cut short by a begrudged hum.

‘Aren’t you done yet?’

Seokwoo was the one who wanted attention now. How ironic.

‘What’s with the tone?’ Inseong inquired, knowingly furthering his donsaeng’s frustration.

‘Hyung! You could’ve waited for me, you know?’ He said, approaching the bed with his arms crossed.

‘Why would I?’ He snickered, lying down on his back comfortably, not even bothering to cover himself up.

Inseong toyed with people in the most infuriating, innocent, and arousing way. Always.

‘Noona,’ Seokwoo called helplessly.

But you ignored him, looking up at the blond next to you.

‘Now he remembers I exist.’

‘Sure he does. Raging boners tend to redirect your attention.’

Seokwoo pursed his lips together in frustration, looking down at the very obvious giveaway of his body.

He looked kinda cute when he was mad like this, so you gave a gentle nudge to Inseong, urging him to play with the junior some more. ‘Maybe he just likes to watch. We can give this punk another front row seat to the performance, can’t we?’

‘You’re so naughty, oppa. You know how wet and sensitive I am still…’

‘Yes. I could dive right in…’

‘Noona-ah!’ Seokwoo whined, pushing through to get between you and Inseong. ‘This isn’t fair. Why is he getting all of you?’

‘Missed your train tonight, aegi.’ You huffed, shoving him back to fall on his butt with the ball of your foot. ‘Go back to ignoring me and see how sad I am about it.’

‘I’m sorry, I just got carried away…’ He mumbled breathily, finding ways to touch your thigh discreetly with the pads of his fingers. ‘I can make it up to you.’

You met Inseong’s eyes, and despite his neutral expression, you could tell he was just as curious as you were.

‘Like how?’ You inquired, feigning indifference.

‘How would you like me to do it?’ He asked, and both you and Inseong rolled your eyes.

‘Seriously,’ Inseong sighed dramatically. ‘He has to be told what to do. Do you want hyung to give you instructions too?’

He only said that to tease his junior, but there was something in the way he phrased it… That had you bite your lip to deal with the raise in tension. And Inseong noticed.

‘On a second thought… Why not?’

Both of you turned to the blond now.

‘Strip, Seokwoo-yah. And make it entertaining for your noona.’

The pause didn’t last long, and you heard the ruffle of fabric as the taller one began to get rid of his clothes. He tried to do it slowly, in a more sensual way, one could assume, but it seemed slightly awkward and rushed. His long limbs demonstrated very little grace in setting themselves free, and your cold façade almost got destroyed with a chuckle.

Did he have to be so tall, clumsy and adorable?

Biting into your cheek from the inside of your mouth, you held it in. Inseong’s hand wandered across your breast.

‘You’re easily excitable,’ he murmured into your ear, and you squirmed from the tickling warmth of his breath.

Why were you turned on again this quickly? Whether it was the scent of Inseong’s sweat in the air and his cum dripping out of you, or Seokwoo’s toned body and delicious bronze skin in front of you, you had no idea. But it was clear that you wouldn’t refuse speeding things up at this point.

Inseong must have been reading your mind, because he reached out to grab Seokwoo’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed again.

‘Lie down. On your back.’

You watched with deep curiosity how he bossed the younger around. Usually, Inseong was quite soft-handed. He could take the lead at times, since he was older, but mostly preferred to live a life of a marshmallow. So now, as he had set out to help you ‘punish’ Seokwoo for his cold manner, you were suddenly coming to terms with finding this hot. Maybe a thing to bring up next time?

The blond turned his head to look at you.

‘Sit on his face.’ His tone was soft, yet the suggestion seemed bold.

‘Huh?’ You looked down on autopilot, thinking back about the semen smeared all over your pussy now.

The fact is, Seokwoo was quite used to his hyung’s cum on him, since they both got pretty messy taking turns. But it wasn’t usually anywhere close to his face. You were wondering…

‘Aren’t we teaching him a lesson?’ Inseong asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear in a casually flirty way he had about him. ‘He wants a go. Might as well clean you up first.’

You gulped at the thought of Seokwoo’s mouth on your cum-stained labia. Inseong visibly enjoyed your reaction, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the younger one either – he tugged at your wrist impatiently.

‘I’ll do it, noona. Please.’

Hesitating for a moment, you wanted to ask if he was sure. But if the apparent twitch of his cock and the restless licking of his lips were any indication, he was quite into it already. You quickly assumed the role you were offered.

‘What makes you think you deserve to do even that?’ You chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him.

Inseong snickered behind your back, enjoying the scene in front of him.

‘Don’t be so mean, sweetness,’ he murmured, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. ‘He knows exactly what he’s getting. He saw all of it happen.’

Thinking back to the way Seokwoo lurked in the door, watching Inseong fuck you into total bliss, you cocked your head to the side, looking at the blond’s lips.

‘I guess if he doesn’t impress me… He could always go back to watching, right?’

The question sent an electric charge through the air, and, as soon as Inseong nodded, you threw your leg over Seokwoo’s chest. Taking the right position didn’t require much time, although you were cautious not to smother him.

Seokwoo, however, didn’t seem to care about breathing whatsoever.

He buried his whole face in your vulva as soon as you sat down. You pursed your lips to contain a yelp and inhaled, feeling much less powerful now that he was holding your hips in a tight lock of his arms. The younger’s full lips worked hard, exploring your wet folds. When suddenly his tongue dipped inside you aggressively, there was no way to hold yourself back.

‘Agh!’ You gasped, pressing your palms into the wall in front of you.

The taller one continued with even more fervor. He clearly aimed to coerce more of these reactions out of you, and his technique was about to bring him success. You could hear his muffled breathing, and the slurping sounds he produced, and the low hums from a deep place in his chest… It was all too much to handle.

‘Seokwoo-ya-ah,’ you moaned, bucking your hips forward with the help of his palms on your ass.

Inseong bent over reaching for your inner thigh to get a better look, but the younger one smacked his hand away unapologetically.

‘Like a hungry lion,’ the blond snorted. ‘Seems like you’re his prey now, Y/N-ie.’

Turning to him like a hungry lioness yourself, you licked your dry lips.

‘Put your cock in my mouth,’ you demanded, and he smiled, giving your face a broad stroke up to your ear as if you were his pet.

Instead of giving you an answer, Inseong looked down at something behind you. It could only be assumed that it was the younger’s crotch. But before he could say anything, Seokwoo lost his resolve completely, suddenly pushing you off of himself and onto the bed.

It didn’t take you much longer than a second to register his rock-solid cock, bouncing against his lower stomach. Slightly surprised that he got this hard with zero touching, you were ambushed by his quick move to grasp you and likely get you on all fours.

Fighting him off playfully, you twisted and wriggled, not allowing him to lay you on your belly. As usual, he was careful not to hurt you, and you used your size difference to your advantage. He conceded all of the hits and shoves, determined to get you in his hold by catching your wrists. But soon he had to simply pin you down on the bed, using both force and his body mass. Finally submitting to his weight on top of you and showing your teeth in a defeated smile, you dug into his hair with one hand, battling his grip.

Kim Seokwoo loved when you touched his hair. The gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp almost sent him into ecstasy every time, so he hurriedly pushed into you before it was too late. You cried out, even though it didn’t hurt, and he pulled back slowly, eyes trained on your face.

‘Deep and hard,’ you told him, sounding hoarse and slightly desperate. ‘Make me come quickly.’

He swallowed, pecking you on the lips swiftly, and slammed back into you. After a round with Inseong and a torturous oral with Seokwoo, your pussy was so swollen and tender that you could barely stand the abrupt contact it was making with his skin. Squealing and grasping, you left superficial scratches on his back as your hands traveled down the curve of it.

His glutes were flexing rhythmically underneath your palms, and you were almost hypnotized by the way his tongue ran over his luscious lips. The mole on his chin added to your madness, and you grabbed his neck with one hand to plant a kiss over it. He wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his tongue slipped between your lips, momentarily taking over.

Whining into his mouth, you allowed him to devour you, while his hips continued hammering you down. It wasn’t his usual style, but your request (order?) was to make you come quickly, so he knew you were not in the mood for a slow session. And testing your patience was definitely a challenge for another day. Thus, he used all of his athletic ability to keep the intensity of his thrusts high, making your walls start to pulse in a familiar way around him.

‘Noona…’ He sighed, gripping you tighter as his movements became rougher.

‘Mm-ah,’ you jolted in his arms, body trembling uncontrollably.

A sling of curses followed, and you fist pressed into his shoulder in an attempt to get some distance between you. But he kept going, spurred on by your high-pitched moans, and in mere seconds you heard his breathy groan. Keening at the feeling of his seed flooding your insides and dripping out slowly when he rocked back and forth gently, you threw your head back. Seokwoo slipped out of you, moving down to rest his head on your exposed chest for a few moments, and you went with the flow.

Some time later, your trance was disrupted by the rustle of tissues.

Opening your eyes and turning to the side, you saw Inseong, who was wiping what could only be cum off of his stomach.

‘Oppa?’ You called, attracting Seokwoo’s attention as well, despite him almost dozing off on top of you.

Inseong met your eyes and chuckled.

‘What? You didn’t think I was gonna watch you and not get off?’

You motioned for him to join you.

‘I want cuddles.’

‘Yes, princess,’ he replied, throwing the used tissues on the floor without a care before scooting closer to you.

Seokwoo rolled off of you with slight displeasure, and Inseong tugged at the duvet to get it from under you. He knew you were getting cold quickly after sex, so the first thing he did after cleaning up was wrapping you in the covers. When all three of you were tucked underneath, the blond immediately clung to you from behind, intertwining your legs.

Seokwoo turned away already since he liked to lie on his side as well, but his bare back seemed quite lonely at this time. You traced his spine with your index finger slowly.

‘What lesson have you learned today?’ You asked him in a semi-stern tone.

‘I shouldn’t have ignored noona,’ he mumbled in response, sounding like a scolded puppy.

‘Are you gonna do this again?’ You asked, and were met with silence. ‘Hm?’

‘No..?’ He replied, and you huffed at the response.

‘He’s gonna toy with you even now,’ Inseong laughed, and you shoved at Seokwoo’s shoulder blade with your fist.

‘Yah, is that your final answer-’

‘I love you, noona!’ He interrupted, melting your anger away with the sucker punch phrase. ‘Please love me back.’

‘Ugh, this little-’ You rolled your eyes, unable to remain strict at all.

Inseong nudged your butt forward, and you got closer to the younger one’s body. Sighing, you finally wrapped your arms around his waist, accepting him as the (giant) little spoon. He instantly became a purring mess in front of you, stroking the arm you were hugging him with.

‘I guess it’s better late than never…’ You muttered, placing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Just like that, you officially made up.

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A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm dying for some feedback. It feels like I'm posting my first story ever, I was very uncertain about posting it 🙃 I do hope that there are many SF9 stans out there to enjoy this, but I haven't interacted with many (which I would love to). There are some other sf9 stories coming along... with different pairings (cz I'm a hoe? lol) Anyways, let me know what you think! Also, my masterlist is now mostly EXO, but check it out if you're interested~

P.S. Not at me rushing to post the story because I was just hanging out with Dawon in my dream today lmao Can't disappoint my bestie 😂😂😂

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 12 - Cuckholding W/ Zuho and Hwiyoung

Post Date: 12th December 2022 Content: Smut - SF9 Zuho x Reader x SF9 Hwiyoung WC: 1.3K TW?: Cuckholding/ Boyfriend & Roomate!Zuho/ Roommate!Hwiyoung/ Hair Pulling/ Masterbating/ Oral (Giving)

Summary: When his date doesn’t go to plan, Hwiyoung gets something extra special to spend his Christmas holiday with you and Zuho.

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Hwiyoung patiently waits outside the restaurant, freezing in the bitter winter wind, clasping his hands together for warmth. Waiting for his date to show up, but she never does. Texting him hours later that she had a date with someone else, telling him how sorry she was when in reality, She didn't care. But he did. He liked her, a lot. Finding someone to take his mind off of you, his best friend's girlfriend. Who he's had a crush on since forever, and doesn't want to get in trouble with Zuho for having such. Trying to change it ASAP.

However, it wasn't like Zuho didn't know. Zuho could tell Hwiyoung was head over heels for you, the way he blushed when you spoke to him, the way he'd get shy when you offered to give him a hug when he needed comfort. He couldn't be mad that people had eyes on his girlfriend. He couldn't blame them.

If anything, this just makes interesting conversations between you and your boyfriend, about trying something out of the box, having threesomes usually comes to mind when talking, but Zuho wants to give Hwiyoung a little early Christmas present.

"How did your date go?" Zuho asks, sipping at the hot chocolate you had just freshly made as Hwiyoung walks through the door, saddened in the face seeing you both cuddled up on the couch.

Hwiyoung sighs, chucking off his shoes, and slouches down on the armchair opposite you both, ignoring how comfortable the both of you were as he hangs his head slowly, "It didn't happen, she was seeing someone else".

It was actually painful to see how hurt your friend was, especially for Zuho who told him to go for it, now feeling guilty he helped get him in contact with her in the first place.

"I'm so sorry, man," Zuho says quietly, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder as he turns to you, looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.

He knows exactly what that look is for, looking at you with a smirk growing on his face. What better time to give Hwiyoung his Christmas gift than now? Nodding slowly at you, you move from beside him to make your way over to Hwiyoung whose eyes shoot wide open when you take a seat on his lap, looking at Zuho to make sure that he was okay with what was going on.

Adjusting yourself on his lap, you straddle him, arms on his shoulders. Hwiyoung is still looking at Zuho who winks at him, “Go on baby, give him his early Christmas present,” He purrs, winking at you too when you briefly turn to look at him.

“Christmas present?” Hwiyoung scoffs in disbelief, gasping when your lips press against his neck in an attempt to calm him down, trailing up the sensitive, tanned skin as you breathe lightly.

Lifting your head away, you look at him deeply in the eyes, pouting, “You want this Christmas present don’t you, Youngie?” your words make him speechless as your play with the hair on the back of his head, smiling ear to ear when he nods slowly, looking at his best friend for the okay one last time.

“She’s all for you tonight, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Zuho asks, sipping his hot chocolate as he shuffles on the couch, getting comfortable, and ready for the show.

Though very shy about it, Hwiyoung’s shy smile turns into something lustful, eyes turning dark when looking back at you, lips parting ready for yours to attach to them.

The second your lips touch his, his body burns up, and his chest starts to rise and fall at a quickened pace as you lightly tug at his hair, making him groan into your mouth and you fully take it in and start to roll your hips on him.

He slowly starts to lose control, in the mood with his hands roaming your body freely, falling to your hips, and giving them a tight squeeze. His lips never leave yours, addicted to you and your taste, tongue swiping your lip for permission to enter, gliding across yours when you allow.

“Isn’t she such a good kisser? My baby is perfection,” Zuho growls deeply, eyes on you like a hawk on its prey, loving every moment of this, more than he could honestly say.

Pulling away to let him reply, you make a move back to his neck, bruising it slightly from the light biting and sucking on the skin, “She is... Fuck,” Hwiyoung hisses, nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips.

A hand trails up your back, gliding under your hair to pull on it lightly, making your lips make a popping sound when pulling you off his neck. The smirk that he gives you sends shivers up your spine, both of you getting fully into it as you slide off his lap, moving down onto your knees before him as he spreads his legs slightly for you to fit between them.

“She’s such a good girl,” He whispers, eyes glued onto yours as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, giving it one pump to cover it in his pre-cum, looking back at Zuho for permission to continue.

“She’s a very good girl, go ahead, princess. You’re in control,” Replying, Zuho’s eyes are still glued on you, same with Hwiyoungs, pulling down his bottoms to let his own cock spring free, to please himself whilst watching the show.

Whilst Zuho’s hand strokes his own cock, hissing, you’re licking your lips, eyes still glued on Hwiyoung when you make a move to lick up his shaft, spitting on the tip. A grin grows on your face hearing him whimper, moving your hand up and down slowly, his eyes glued shut at the sensation.

Then you take him into your mouth, bit by bit, tongue swirling around his length as the tip eventually hits the back of your throat. His thighs tense up from the feeling. His head spun from the euphoria he was feeling, hand back up in your hair, pulling it lightly to lift you up to push you back down on his cock, making you gag.

“Fuck!” Hwiyoung moans out loud, the warm wet muscle of your mouth making his cock twitch within it, Zuho’s pace picks up to match the pace you were going at when sucking his best friend off, making him moan too.

In sync, the both of them hiss, “Her mouth is so perfect,” making you gag even more from hearing it, trying your best not to giggle but the vibrations from it make Hwiyoung whimper a little more, your tongue brushing over his tip making his head throw back.

Moments pass and Hwiyoung is completely falling apart from your lips being around his cock, edging closer and closer to his high, pulling on your hair a little harder, making you moan more. Addicted to the feeling, he continues to do it, seconds away from releasing from your moans on his cock.

His eyes shoot wide open when you continue to use your mouth on him, even seconds after his release, his hot cum spilling down the back of your throat as you suck him dry and overstimulate him slightly.

Pulling off him, you smirk and wipe your lips clean as he tries to gather himself together, panting from it.

Looking back to see Zuho wasn’t done yet, you go to move to him next, kneeling before him but he stops you, “Don’t you think we should give him a little extra, princess?”.

Both of you looking back at the fucked out best friend, you nod, inviting him over to join you both on the couch as you spend the rest of the night giving him a Christmas present that he’ll never, ever forget. Even with the possibility to have the chance to experience this once again.

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yootaesowlwrites · 6 months

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While I Was Gone? - Rowoon / Kim Seokwoo

W/C: 3.5K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” + “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, pet/nicknames, nudism, nipple sucking, nipple licking, clit stimulation, fingering, use of panties, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), slow sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were laying in bed, getting ready to call it a day, when your phone rang. You felt your body straight and your eyes light up when you saw his name flash across the screen. Not only that, but you didn’t expect a call from him tonight, he had told you he was busy with a late-night scene and that he might not call, and usually when he said that, you knew you would only hear from him in the morning.

“I miss you,” He says through the phone, you could hear the longing in his voice as he said the words, and it made your heart ache. But you knew you just had to be a little patient, and soon he would be home with you.

“I miss you too,” You whisper. You could hear the background noise was slightly different from the usual loud talking, but you didn’t think much about it, they were probably in a quieter location for the scene they were doing.

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me,” He says. His words caught you off guard, but you could still feel a stir in your core. You would have to touch yourself after the phone call to try and put out the fire he had just ignited inside you. “And I will do all of those things, the diner and dancing will be second on my list,” His words make you furrow your brows.

“Seokwoo?” You ask. You could hear the background noise change to a quieter one, and then him walking before hearing a few buttons being pressed, you were so focused on listening to his movements through the phone, you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings.

“But first… Answer me this…” He begins. You sit upright on the bed, your legs spreading as you do. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” And that’s when you hear a door being closed. You slowly move your eyes towards the bedroom door and try to listen for any other kind of noise. “Well…” You see a shadow underneath the door before it opens to reveal him standing there with the phone to his ear. “Did you?” You drop your phone and look at him, shocked.

“Woo…” You whisper. You watch as he pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call. “Ho-how, when?” You quickly scramble to get off the bed and practically leap towards him. You throw your arms around him and bury your face into his chest, his warmth immediately surrounds you along with the familiar scent of him. “Gosh, Seokwoo, I missed you so much…” His hands gently press against your lower back to hold you against him.

“And I missed you so much,” He mutters. “We finished earlier than expected, and we have the day off tomorrow from filming,” You couldn’t help but smile at those words, you had him for an entire night to yourself. You feel him slowly begin to walk you backwards towards the bed. “You never answered my question,” You lift your head from his chest and look up at him, his eyes were slightly darkened, and you could feel your insides dropping at the sight. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You swallow and slowly nod your head. “Naughty girl…” You push your thighs together at his words, and a small whimper leaves your lips. You feel his hands slip into your pyjama shorts and cup your asscheeks before giving them a squeeze. “I should make sure you haven’t forgotten how my fingers feel then.”

“I could never, but I won’t object to you reminding me,” You say. You move your hands to his biceps and gently squeeze down on them, and felt them bulge as he squeezes your ass again. His hands slide out from your pyjama shorts and move to the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting the fabric upwards. You could feel his knuckles brushing along your skin as his hands slide higher with your shirt. You release his biceps and lift your arms, allowing him to remove your shirt, the fabric drops to the floor next to you, and he leans down to press his lips against your neck. “I missed this, I missed feeling your lips on me like this…” You bring one hand to the back of his neck and slowly slide your fingers into his hair.

“I’m going to show you and make you feel just how much I missed you,” He mutters against your collarbone. His hands move over your sides, making sure to touch almost every part of you before they move over your stomach and up to your chest before cupping your breasts and gently massage his fingers into them.

“Hmm, I can’t wait,” You whisper as you move your other hand to his button-up shirt and begin working on undoing them. You could feel your body slowly heating up from his touches and the kisses on your collarbone. You push his shirt down his shoulders once all the buttons are undone. “Gosh… I missed all of you, this warmth you give…” You slide your hands along his arms before moving them over his chest, feeling the warmth underneath your touch.

“I missed your hands,” He mumbles. Your lips press against his chest, and you slowly kiss towards his nipple, he takes in a deep shuddering breath as you swipe your tongue over the bud, making you smirk at the reaction. You lick over his nipple again, and he pulls his head back from your collarbone to take a few seconds to let the feeling of your tongue on him sink in. “I missed that too.”

“I missed the taste of you,” You say before your lips wrap around his nipple. He closes his eyes and his movements on your chest come to a halt as he wanted to feel what you were doing to him for a moment. Your nose was pressed against his chest and he could feel your warm breathing against his skin, your tongue playing with his nipple as you were sucking on it, it quickly sent a shockwave down to his cock and caused it to begin hardening. Your hands slide down to his pants and slowly undo the button before pulling down his fly.

“Ohh, you’re distracting me,” He says before opening his eyes. His hands move away from your breasts and press down against your shoulders, making you pull away from his nipple and sit down on the bed. You stare up at him as you lick your lips, he could see your eyes have darkened and lust was swimming around in them. “Fuck, so irresistible,” He leans down and presses his lips against yours, you feel his hands grip your hips before he moves you higher onto the bed. You bend your knees immediately and place your feet on the mattress. Your hand moves into his hair as he breaks the kiss and moves downward, your fingers twist into his locks, and you take in a deep breath as you felt his hot breath fanning against your nipple.

“Woo…” You breathe out. His nose brushes against your nipple before his lips press against it. “Oh hmm,” His lips wrap around the bud, and you felt warmth quickly surrounding the bud, the feeling quickly moves down to your core, and you felt your pussy growing wet. You feel one of his hands sliding over your stomach and slip over your pyjama shorts before cupping you through the fabric of your shorts and panties and pressing his fingers down against your folds. “Fuck…” Your lids flutter as you feel his fingers rub over your folds, pushing your clothes harder against your pussy. “Seokwoo…” Your other hand moves to his shoulder and slide down his arm, pausing once you reach his elbow.

You could feel his muscles bulging as his fingers were working between your legs, pushing your pants and panties between your folds until his fingers found your clit, which caused your back to arch as the rough fabric rubbed against the bundle of nerves. Your fingers dig into his arm while your hand in his hair, softly tug on his locks.

“Woo, fuck…” You breathe out. You could feel the temperature rising in the room and sweat building up on your skin, your breathing was becoming deeper, and you could feel yourself quickly growing wetter with his fingers on your clit. “Shit… I… Take it off,” He pulls back from your nipple, and you feel his saliva break off onto your hot skin and begin to cool down.

“Should I?” He mutters. You feel him pull his fingers away from your pussy before you felt him pull your pyjama shorts aside. “How about I just use your panties?” You feel a knot forming inside you. His fingers press down against your panties again, and he lets out a low hum once he felt how wet you had already grown. “Let me ruin these further,” He moves his head to your other breast and licks a stripe over your nipple.

“Ohh, oh, fuck,” You moan. His fingers circle over your clit before he slowly moves them lower, pushing the fabric between your folds and causing it to rub against your clit, which was adding to the stimulation. “Fuuuck, Seokwooo,” His fingers reach your slit, and you feel him push down against it, your toes curl into the bedding as you feel your panties being pushed inside you along with his fingers. “Seokwoo, oh, my fuckk, Seokwoo…”

“Feels good?” He mutters. His breath hits your wet nipple, and you feel the bud harden instantly. “Want more?” Your jaw slacks and you feel him lick over your nipple again, the warmth of it quickly spreads over your body and into the knot of tension forming inside you. “Or do you want them off also?” You could feel your panties rubbing over your clit as he was pushing his fingers deeper into you.

“N-no, fuck, Seokwoo, I…” You whimper out. “Don’t…” You feel his fingers curl slightly inside you, rubbing your walls with the fabric of your panties, which was quickly making your mind spin. “Feels… so good,” You could feel a tingling sensation slowly starting to move up your legs and towards the middle where the knot of pleasure was slowly building up.

“Can you take a little more?” He asks. You feel another finger pushing at your entrance before you felt your walls being stretched. You push your knees against his body as you try to squeeze your legs shut at the pleasurable sensation running through you, your panties were being pushing more into you as his fingers were sliding deeper into you. “Fuck… such a good girl,” You feel his lips wrap around your nipple, and he begins sucking on the bud.

“Seokwoo, oh, my fucking…” You cry out, feeling tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. You could feel yourself getting closer to a release and your mind slipping further into the blissful feeling. “Seokwoo… I’m…” You feel him pull his fingers from you slowly before pushing them back into you, your legs jolt as you feel your panties rubbing your clit with the motion. “Oh, fucking…” His fingers slowly pump in and out of you, making sure that your panties were rubbing right against your throbbing clit in such a slow manner. “Fu-fuck…” You could hear the wet sounds coming from you, and just knew that your panties must be completely and totally soaked.

He gently tugs at your nipple, making it feel like he was tugging right at the ball of tension inside you, the warmth of his mouth and the way his tongue was swirling around your nipple was making your mind spin, and your breathing to become louder, you could feel the bedding sticking to your sweat-soaked skin already.

“Seokwoo, fucking…” You moan out. You close your eyes and see stars slowly forming behind your lids. “Seeeokkkwoooo,” You felt your muscles tensing and tightening, a tingling sensation shoots up your spine before the stars behind your lids suddenly explode, your back arches off the bed, and you feel a hot pleasure surging through you. “SEOKWOO!” He could feel your walls becoming slicker as you come undone around his fingers and your panties. “OH, OH, MY!” You release his elbow and grab onto the bedding, tugging and pulling on it. “FUCK!” Your hips lift and lower from the bed, as if you were riding his fingers to get yourself through your high.

“SEOKWOO!” You scream out in pleasure. He pulls back from your nipple and watches your face as you go through pleasure. “OH, UHH HMM,” Your head turns from side to side as your body shakes.

“That’s it, just like that,” He coos, urging you through your high. His fingers were pumping in and out of you faster. Your legs shake each time your panties rubbed over your clit, which was throbbing from the stimulation your panties were giving you. He watches carefully, paying attention to your movements, and once your body begins to calm down, he slips his fingers from you and moves his hands to grip the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties.

You were barely aware of what was happening around you with how dizzy your mind was from the orgasm you just had, and you barely felt him remove your pyjama shorts and panties, you only realised when you felt your panties being pulled away from your clit, which caused a whine to fall from your lips.

“So cute,” He mutters while tossing the clothing items aside. You slowly begin to come down from your high and felt the bed moving as he was busy getting rid of his own pants and underwear. “You didn’t forget how my cock feels, right?” You open your eyes and watch him through a hazy expression.

“Remind me again…” You say as a smirk grows on your lips. You feel his cock brush against your folds before you felt him push it between your folds, nestling it there as he leans over you and presses his free hand into the mattress. “Fucking, fuck,” Just feeling his hard cock nestled between your folds and the warmth it was giving you was making your mind spin and your insides to twists.

“So warm,” He says. You hear a squelching sound as he moves his cock towards your entrance and pushes the tip into you, your back arches as you feel him slowly fill and stretch your walls, and the squelching sound of your wetness quickly fills the room. “Fuuuck, uhh, hmm,” His groans were low and close to your ear.

“Ohh, uhmm, Woo…” You moan. Your grip on his hair tightens as he pushes into you until he was fully buried inside you. “Fuck…” Both of you breathed in loudly, the euphoric feeling swirling in your mind and the feeling of his cock inside you, stretching you so deliciously. You feel his hand that was holding his cock before he had pushed into you grab onto your free hand and push it into the bed.

“I missed you, I missed this, I missed everything…” He mumbles. You could feel his hot breath brush against your ear as he spoke, which caused your walls to clench around him. “Fuck,” You feel his cock slowly slide out from you, stopping when it was past halfway before slowly pushing back into you again.

“Fuuuck,” You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist and felt his cock shifting inside you. His pace was slow, just slow enough for you both to feel the blissful feeling coursing through you. The sound of your moans and his groans bounce off the walls, and when he lifts his head to meet your eyes, it was like time slowed down and the moment grew more intense. “I missed you so much…” Your emotions felt like they were starting to overflow while at the same time, your mind felt empty from all thoughts and only could think of the pleasure you were feeling.

“Uhm…” He grunts. It felt like everything surrounding you had become a blur and that you were floating as he was making slow love to you. “So good… everything,” You could feel a warmth slowly spreading through your body and a tingling sensation going up your spine. “Keep doing that… and I’m gonna…” Your walls were squeezing around him with every other thrust, and he could feel his balls starting to tighten.

“You cause that,” You whisper. You felt his movements picking up, and you were quickly made aware of your high that had been building up. “You cause it all,” You squeeze his hand and tug at his hair. Your heels press down against his lower back as you feel a rush of pleasure coursing through your legs. “Fuck…” You could feel your walls pulsing around him more rapidly as you were getting closer to your high. “Seokwoo…”

“Let it go…” He whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, your eyes shut immediately, and you felt a rush of pleasure going through you as the knot inside you comes undone. He felt your walls squeeze hard around his cock, and it felt like he was going to explode any moment, but continued going, wanting to get you through your high while now chasing his own release. His lips felt warm against yours as they move with yours, and you could practically taste his love for you through that kiss.

His hips stutter as he gets closer and closer, he grunts into your mouth and moments later you feel his release spill into you, filling your hole with his load. He pulls away from the kiss and moves his head to the crook of your neck, your body shakes along with his as you go through your highs together.

“Fuck, so good, uhmm uhh,” He moans out. His lips were brushing against your neck as he spoke, it felt like his mind was spinning from how good he was feeling. Your mind was in the clouds and your body felt light as it felt like it was floating for a moment.

“Seokwoo…” You whisper. Your grip slowly loosens on his hair before you drop it down onto the bed and scratch at the bedding, his movements slow down before he pushes his hips against you completely. Silence quickly fills the room, aside for the sound of you both breathing loudly as you try to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. “What a way to say I miss you…” He lifts his head as a soft chuckle leaves him.

“Isn’t it the best way, though?” He asks. His forehead touches yours, and you gaze into each other's eyes once more. “Because I can’t find a better way to say it to you,” You warmly smile at him and squeeze his hand again. “Now… let’s get cleaned up,” You tilt your head slightly and press your lips against his before he could pull back. “Hmm… you’re distracting,” He says once he breaks the kiss and sits back on his knees.

“Not that you mind,” You say. You swallow as you feel his cock slipping from you and your mixed releases spilling from you even more. He squeezes your thigh before getting up from the bed.

“Not one bit,” He confirms. You sit upright and move yourself to the edge of the bed, your body felt like jelly as you were sitting. “Let me help you,” He wraps an arm around your middle and you both slowly stood from the bed and make your way to the bathroom. He carefully has you sit on the toilet seat before grabbing the wash cloth.

“And how are your legs not shaking and collapsing beneath you?” You ask. He wets the cloth before ringing it out and making his way towards you.

“Oh, trust me… They want to so badly,” He says, and slowly bends down in front of you. The warm cloth makes contact with your skin, and you couldn’t help but hum at the feeling. “But I’m trying my best here,” He carefully cleans the inside of your legs before you felt the warm cloth move between your legs. “It feels like I’m going to be on my knees in front of you any second now,” You chuckle as you watch him carefully, making sure he wouldn’t fall forward.

“My turn,” You say once he finished cleaning you. You watch him stand upright and move back to the sink to rinse the cloth, you stand from the toilet and make your way towards him and take the cloth from his hands. “And then we can just go and get in bed and cuddle,” You begin cleaning his thighs carefully.

“Oh, how I missed holding you,” He says. “Having you against me…” You smile as you listen to him talk. “How you fit so perfectly into my arms,” You clean his cock before turning towards the sink to rinse the cloth. “Let’s go,” He takes your hand once you hang the cloth to dry and pulls you out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

“Eager,” You say. “Can’t blame you, I’m eager to feel you against me again for a night.”

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