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[yootaesowlwrites]

Forgot My Towel - Kim Youngbin

A/N: Happy Birthday @atinyfantasytothemoon​ , just a little something for the day.

 B123— “I forgot my towel.”

Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbation, explicit language, descriptive scenes, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, pussy stimulation, cum tasting, hair tugging, bruising mentioned, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), cockwarming.

W/C: 3K

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!

Youngbin stood in the shower, letting the water run over his body, his thoughts drifting and his hand moving down towards his lower region, you were just outside the bathroom, on your shared bed, waiting for him, and here he was, thinking of you and becoming hard. He wraps his hand around himself and slowly slides it along his cock, feeling the blood rushing into it.

“Oh… fucking…” He grunts out, his head falling back as he inhales deeply. “Always invading my thoughts,” His toes curl against the tiled floor as he twists his hand around himself, he was so needy and horny for you. “Fuck…” He releases his cock and closes the water, he steps out of the shower, letting the water droplets roll down his skin and soak the rug underneath his feet. “I need…” He reaches for the towel and quickly dries himself off before hanging it back and leaving the bathroom. You lift your head from the bed to look at him and suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you find him without a towel and hard. “I forgot my towel.”

“Forgot…” You mumble, he nods his head and steps forward. “Or just decided to not use it,” You try to tear your eyes away, but you could see the slit starting to glisten with pre-cum. “What… what are you thinking about?” His knees hit the bed, and he stares down at you.

“You…” He mutters and tugs at the covers, pulling them from you and tossing them onto the ground. “How your pussy would feel around my cock,” You could feel your insides twisting at his words, wetness starting to form between your folds. “I need you…” He climbs onto the bed and grabs onto your ankles, pulling you to lay completely on your back. “Can I have you?” His voice was just above a whisper.

“… Yes,” You whisper. His hands slide up along your legs before his fingers curl into the waistband of your pyjamas, and he tugs them down and removes them, he moves between your legs, using his body to keep them spread, and his hand slips underneath your shirt and slides over your tummy and ribs and pauses once he grips onto your tit, his fingers knead into your breast and his palm rubs over your nipple. “Oh…” His cock was resting against your covered mound, and you could feel a wet patch slowly forming at the top of the waistband from where he was dripping onto you.

“How can you invade all my thoughts like this?” He mutters and leans down, his lips almost touching yours. Your eyes shut as you feel his hot breath against your lips. “Simple things like a shower, and you invade them, do you realize how irresistible you are?” And then his lips were against yours, kissing you hotly. You lift your hand and grip the back of his head, your fingers moving through his hair and your legs moving to entangle with his. The atmosphere in the room was shifting quickly and everything surrounding you felt hot, your skin was slowly being set alight as his fingers knead into your boob.

His tongue slides along your lips before pushing past them and into your mouth, running it along the inside of your mouth. His fingers slowly move towards your nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling it, making you moan into his mouth. He tugs on it, and you feel his hips rock against yours, reminding you of his cock that was pressed against your mound. He breaks away from the kiss, silver strings of saliva breaking off.

“Fuck,” He grunts out and sits back on his knees, your hand falls away from his head and his hand slips from underneath your shirt, and he grips the hem of it and pushes it upwards. He quickly removes your shirt and leans forward and presses his face between your breasts, you feel his hand slides over your side before moving over the crease of your hip and dipping into your panties and slowly sides over your mound.

“Bin…” You whisper. It felt like your insides were tightening the closer his fingers got towards your pussy lips. “Oh, o-oh,” Your eyes open, and you gasp as you feel his fingers trace along the crease of your inner thighs. “Bin… Bin,” He turns his head and his lips attach to your boob, and you feel him slowly kissing towards your nipple before he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks on it. Your fingers twist into the sheets, and you tug at it as you feel a jolt go down to your clit. The sound of his lips sucking on your nipple sounded sinful, and feeling his tongue swirling over your nipple as it grew more sensitive with time.

“Fucking…” You gasp and arch your back, pushing your hips into his and his hand. His fingers slide over your folds, and he pulls them apart, you could feel your walls tremble as you feel your lips easily being parted with how wet you were. He slips his fingers between your lips, and you feel him groan against your nipple before he pulls away from it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” He groans out and sits back on his knees and drops his gaze onto your pussy. “I’m so tempted to push your panties aside and fuck you with them on,”  Your walls flutter at his words and your inside twists. His other hand presses down against your thigh as he slides his fingers along the inside of your folds before moving them to your entrance. You could hear your wetness squelch as his fingers move through them before sliding up towards your clit.

“Oh my fucking…” You breathe out. Your lids flutter and you suck in a deep breath of air as his fingers inch closer to your clit. “Oh my…” His fingers touch your clit and your legs jolt. You turn your head to the side, and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

“You’re practically ready for me,” He mutters. His fingers rubbed over your clit, and you could feel your insides knotting together in your abdomen. “But just to be extra sure…” His fingers press down hard against your clit, and it was as if your lungs were affected by that, and the air you were breathing suddenly didn’t feel like it was enough.

“Oh, oh, fu- uck, I,” You stutter and squeeze your eyes shut. His fingers tug at your clit before they move down and press against your entrance, you can feel his fingers circle around it before two digits slip into you. “OH!” The feeling of his fingers stretching you felt almost filling. “Bin,” You swear, if you were able to focus, you would be able to feel the way his fingers were shaped inside you.

“Hmm, moan my name, my name sounds so pretty coming from your lips,” He says and twists his fingers inside you, making your body squirm. “Say it louder,” His fingers curl inside you, and your body jolts at the feeling.

“Fuck, I… I, oh, Bin,” You moan. Your toes curl as you feel his fingers slowly slide out from you, only stopping to wiggle the tips of his fingers inside you before pushing them back in. “BIN!” You gasp.

“Hmm, that’s it,” He says. His hand on your thigh slowly slides upwards before he hooks your panties around his fingers and pulls them to the side to reveal your soaking pussy to him. “Hmm, I think this is a good option,” You hear the wet squelching sound as he slowly slips his fingers from you before pushing them back, fuck, it sounded so gotdamn sinful, but it felt so fucking good. His knuckles press against your pussy, and you feel the ridges of his knuckles rubbing over your pussy as he turns his fingers inside you.

“Youngbin!” You gasp out. Your shoulders press into the mattress, and you press your head against the pillows, your mind was becoming a hazy mess, and the pleasurable feeling and sensations were taking over. “Oh my fuck,” It sounded like you had choked on your own words as you felt a third digit slide into you, stretching your walls even more. “Fucking…” You almost turn onto your side from the pleasure.

“Such pretty noises and sounds, fuck,” He grunts out. His head falls back for a moment as he takes in the obscured noises coming from you. “Hmm,” He hums, and you barely heard his lips smack together, your eyes open briefly to look down at him, and you saw the lust-filled look on his face. “Fuck, imagine how it’ll sound when I’m fucking you,” He lifts his head and looks down at you. “It’ll be hot,” He whispers.

“Youngbiiiiinnnn,” You whine out, your eyes shutting and your back arching. Your muscles slowly begin to tense up, and you felt tingles moving along your legs and towards your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, oh, no, oh, fuck,” Your back was stuck to the sheets as your skin was soaked with sweat.

“Oh no?” He teases and curls his fingers inside you. “What do you mean, oh no?” You felt his fingers shift inside you. “Shouldn’t it be, oh yes?” And then his palm pressed down against your sensitive clit, and you were sent over the edge of ecstasy.

“OH YES!” You scream out, your body almost turning sideways from the pleasure going through you. “YES, YES, FUCK!” You tug at the sheets, pulling them out of place and bunching them up in your hands. “Oh my… fucking…” Stars explode behind your eyes and your mind was sent spinning into the clouds while your body trembled with pleasure.

“That’s it, make a pretty mess around my fingers,” You barely heard him mutter as you went through your high. Your hips lift off the bed, and you let out a gasp as you feel his fingers slide deeper into you for a moment. “That’s it, get yourself off on my fingers,” His fingers begin moving faster inside you before he completely pulls them from you, and you were left gasping for air as you came down from your high. You could feel your walls pulsing around nothing and your cum leaking from you.

“Fuck…” You breathe out, still trying to catch your breath. You open your eyes and blink rapidly before turning your head to look at him and found him with his fingers inside his mouth, sucking them clean. “Fuck!” You squeak out. His eyes snap to your face, and you could practically see him smirk at you with his fingers inside his mouth. You watch as drool begins gathering in the corner of his mouth before he pulls his fingers from his mouth, you watch as saliva breaks off against his chin.

“Hmm, delicious,” He mutters and licks his lips. “As always,” His hand drops to your hips, and you whimper as you feel the wetness from his hand touch your hot skin. “I’m gonna turn you over, sweetheart,” You slowly nod your head before you feel yourself being turned onto your stomach. “Ass up,” You feel his hands on your ass and slowly lift your hips for him. “Hmm... that’s it,” You feel him push your panties aside. “Glistening for me,” You feel his thumbs on your folds as he spread them even more. “Fuck…”

“OH!” You gasp as your body jolts when you feel his cock against your ass. He slides it over you and slowly between your folds, coating himself with your juices. “Fuck, weren’t you… oh, dripping?”

“Hmm, I was, I made a press mess on my thighs, and now I’m mixing it with your mess,” He says, making you clench. “Ohh, fuck, look at that,” You feel his cock slide over your clit a few times before feeling him move it to your entrance and push the head into you. “Fuck, it looks so hot with my cock inside you and your panties pushed to the side.”

“Fuck, fuck, I, Bi-Bin,” You moan out, turning your head into the mattress. His cock felt so damn good as it was pushing into you, your walls pulse around him as your pussy practically swallowed him. “Fuck,” You turn your head and gasp for air. His hands grip onto your hips, and he pulls you against him, filling you with a quick movement. “BIN!”

“Fuck, feeling so good around me,” He groans. “Hugging me perfectly,” His hands slide along your sides, and you feel his fingers creep closer to your boobs. “So fucking warm,” His cock shifts inside you as he leans over you, and you let out a moan as it rubs against your walls.

“FUCK!” You cry out. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth and onto the bed before his hands gripped onto your boobs, and you feel him pull you up against him. “Fucking… Bin, Youngbin…” His body felt hot against yours, and you could feel his stomach rub against your back as he breathes in deeply, his chin rests on your shoulder, and you feel his breath against your shoulder.

“So… fucking hot…” He mutters into your ear, making your walls clench around him. “Good fucking go— oh,” You feel his hips shift, and his cock begins sliding out from you, you reach behind you and grip his hair. “Fuck, that’s it, hold on, tug it,” And then his hips snap forward into you, his cock filling you to the brim.

“OH!” You cry out as your head falls back against his shoulder. “Fuck, oh, oh, I,” You couldn’t form a proper sentence at the feeling of his cock filling you. “I’m, you, fuck, I,” The sound of your wetness and skin slapping against skin quickly fills the room as he thrusts into you. “Oh, my fucking go-.”

“So fucking good,” He grunts into your ear. His hands were gripping your boobs, and you swear you would find fingerprints on them the next day, but right now, it was adding to the pleasure. “Such a fucking delicious pussy,” He turns his head, and you feel his lips against your neck. “Taking me so damn good,” His lips latch onto your skin, and you feel him begin leaving a mark behind. You could feel your insides twisting and pulling together as a high began building.

“So good, oh my fucking, I, Youngbin, fuck, I,” You blubber out, you were becoming an absolute mess. You could feel your legs becoming shaky, and within moments your walls clamp down hard around him as you come undone for him once more. “OH MY!” You feel his teeth scrape against your skin, his movements only became faster and faster. “FuckingfuckI,” You tug at his hair before your hand falls down and grip his arm.

“Want to cum again for me?” He mutters into your ear, and you feel him move his arm down and your walls clench rapidly around him. “Fuck, excited for me to touch here,” His fingers make contact with your clit, and you cry out in pleasure as your body begins shaking in his hold. “Fuck, I can feel your juices dripping down my balls,” Your walls clamp around him and your back arches. “So damn hot,” His movements became sloppy, and you could tell he was getting closer.

“Fuck, so good, hmm,” You gasp out, your mind was spinning, and your body felt on fire. “Fuck, fuck, I,” Your head thrashes from side to side against his shoulder, and you could feel his arm muscle bulging with each stroke over your clit. “Biiiinnnn,” His stomach presses against your back, and you swore you felt the muscles pull and twitch.

“Fuck… I’m gonna…” His voice strained as he spoke. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m… fuck…” Hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you shiver and let out a strained moan. His fingers on your clit pause against your pussy folds as his sloppy thrust continues as he eases himself through his high and the aftershocks of your high. “Fuck, so good…”

“Fuck, oh… my…” You gasp out. Your body slowly begins relaxing, and you could feel your muscles aching from where they had tensed during your high, you open your eyes and blink several times, adjusting to the light. “Oh…” His hips come to a halt against yours, and you could hear his rough breathing right in your ear, which probably wasn’t helping you a lot because it sounded so fucking hot.

“Fuck, you’re just… perfect,” He mutters and slides his hand away from your pussy and wraps his arm around your middle, within moments you were laying on your side, and he was behind you with his cock still buried deep inside you. You could feel how sticky your bodies were as everything begins cooling off, his cock was growing soft inside you, and you swear you could feel your mixed releases leaking from you. His hand that was on your boob had moved to underneath your pillow while his other hand held onto your soft tummy, “I love this… all of you, I love it,” He mutters against your shoulder. You could feel your heart flutter at his words. “Everything…” You feel his hips push more against you, and you couldn’t help but whimper.

“Was all this… to love everything?” You softly ask. You could practically hear the smile form on his lips.

“Mostly it was being so damn horny and needy for you,” He says. “ But, I’ll never pass up an opportunity to love every inch and part of you,” You softly smile and close your eyes, becoming comfortable in his hold. “Are you gonna fall asleep?”

“Hmm… it’s comfortable,” You mutter before lazily wiggling your ass against his hips, earning a groan from him. “Very comfortable.”

“Tease,” He mutters before pulling you tighter against him. “I’m gonna wake up hard inside you… do I have your consent to have sex with you if you’re asleep?” You let out a hum.

“Yes,” You whisper, already drifting off to sleep. He couldn’t help but smile before lowering his head onto the pillow and listening to your breathing softening as you fall asleep.

“Sleep well, my love,” He mutters and closes his eyes to drift off.

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[lost-inthedream]

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.

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[mirisss]

Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

 Soulmate, vampire au. 

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think, 

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

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

Third Person POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[headintheclouds-posts]

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

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

SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[juhotonin]

Binseong missing hours — 3 / ♾️

#sf9 #byfantasy #inseong #kim inseong #youngbin #kim youngbin #*gifs #listen yb calling inseong jagiya... yes. #also what yb says in the 4th one is not accurate... his part is not translated. #it's only my imagination. I also thought to add 'delicious' (makes more sense to say this to a food than beautiful) #but inseong's part is translated which is 'you are prettier.' if I had added the word delicious. IS would've said 'you're more delicious' #which also is a bit well... yknow my struggle I hope you can forgive me on that part

[blu-joons]

When You Wait Up For Him After An Argument ~ SF9 Reaction

Inseong:

He was still a little bit angry, that was until Inseong pressed his hand to your arm to try and express his regret, feeling just how cold you were as the early hours of the morning came closer.

“Let me get you a blanket,” he told you, changing the subject to try and take care of you.

You didn’t move, allowing Inseong to drape a blanket over you to try and keep you warm. “Thank you,” you whispered, still a little bit cold towards Inseong as he helped you.

“You’re cold because of me, I came home later then I said I would,” he whispered, guilting himself once again.

“It’s just the chill in the air.”

“Don’t make me feel better,” Inseong asked of you, “I shouldn’t have taken things out on you, you were worrying about me, and I didn’t think.”

As Inseong sat back down, you held onto his hand loosely. “We can’t spend the rest of the night talking about the things that we regret; we’ll never resolve anything.”

“You’re right,” Inseong weakly chuckled, “but I really do just want you to know just how sorry I am about things Y/N.”

“I know you are; I can tell Inseong.”

Youngbin:

His hands were steady as Youngbin tried to slide them underneath your frame, knowing that you couldn’t spend the night on the sofa as he realised that you had tried to wait up for him.

“Come on,” he whispered, trying his best to figure out a way to move you without disturbing you.

However, as your body lifted off of the sofa with a jolt, your eyes shot open. “Youngbin, you’re home?” You questioned, trying to figure out who it was holding you.

“It’s just me,” he whispered, lowering you back down onto the sofa, “I thought that I’d try and take you up to bed.”

“I’m surprised you care to do that.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, running his hand over the top of his head, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened earlier, it was all just a mess.”

You couldn’t help but nod in agreement with Youngbin, “it’s pretty tough to hear your boyfriend tell you that he doesn’t care about the things that you’re up to in life,” you told him.

“I do care,” he spoke, sitting down beside you next to the sofa, “I was being selfish and thinking about myself, it was wrong.”

“I can’t argue, you were an idiot Bin.”

Jaeyoon:

Your eyes met Jaeyoon’s as soon as he walked through the front door, both able to tell straight away as you looked at one other that a few tears had been shed whilst you spent time apart.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” Jaeyoon whispered, surprised to see you still awake on the sofa.

Your head shook as you wiped underneath your eyes, “there was no way that I was going to bed without seeing you, not after how things ended earlier between us too.”

“I’m so sorry for everything that I said to you earlier,” Jaeyoon told you, rushing over to take a seat beside you.

“I’m so sorry for everything too.”

“You don’t need to apologise,” Jaeyoon told you as he wrapped his arm around you, “you said things because I started it all between us.”

Your head shook, but Jaeyoon refused to let you argue. “I could have been kinder with the things that I said, some of those things were uncalled for, and definitely not true too.”

“I deserved to hear them,” Jaeyoon told you confidently, “this is on me, I can’t begin to tell you how much I regret it Y/N.”

“I think I’m beginning to see it, Jae.”

Dawon:

His eyes rolled as Sanghyuk returned home to see that you were still awake, busy watching something on the television, failing to acknowledge that he had come home.

“What sort of idiot stays up unnecessarily at this time?” He asked, failing to make you laugh.

Your eyes instead shot a glare at Sanghyuk as his failed attempt at a joke. “The type of idiot who despite being insulted by their boyfriend still worries about them.”

“You stayed up because of me?” Sanghyuk asked you in surprise, not expecting for himself to be your reason at all.”

“It’s late and it’s cold outside.”

“I would have come home sooner if I knew that you were waiting for me,” he assured you, “I’m sorry that you stayed up so late for me.”

Your head nodded as Sanghyuk walked into the room, “luckily for you I’ve been able to watch a pretty interesting documentary on penguins whilst waiting for you to come home.”

“Maybe you could talk to me now instead?” Sanghyuk suggested, “I think the least that I owe you right now is sorry.”

“I think you’re right on that one too.”

Zuho:

There was no movement from you as Juho walked through the front door and into the living room, jumping slightly as he saw you laid out on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“What are you trying to do to me?” He muttered, placing his hand over his heart closely.

Your shoulder shrugged in reply to his question. “I’m surprised you even want to talk to me,” you hummed, remembering exactly what Juho had said earlier.

“Y/N,” he sighed, wanting desperately to move on from things. “I don’t know how many times I can say sorry to you.”

“You’ve only said it once so far.”

“I text you whilst I was out,” Juho told you, only to see your phone on the other side of the room, “but I guess that you didn’t see them.”

You finally sat up, moving across the room to pick up your phone and take a look for yourself. “Oh,” you sighed as you saw several unread messages and missed calls from Juho’s number.

“I tried,” he told you, walking towards you, “have you laid here all night long thinking that I didn’t want to make amends?”

“Honestly, I thought you hated me Juho.”

Rowoon:

A soft smile formed on Seokwoo’s face as he walked into the living room to see you laid out on the sofa. He couldn’t help but walk towards you and place his hand against you.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he chuckled, surprised that you weren’t upstairs in bed.

The sound of a familiar voice soon made you stir though, slowly opening your eyes. “It’s about time you came home,” you sighed, relieved to see Seokwoo back.

“I started walking and then didn’t realise how far away from home I got,” he explained, “I got to do a lot of thinking.”

“What were you thinking about you?”

“You,” Seokwoo gently chuckled, “and how much I hurt you tonight. That’s something that I always promise you that I won’t do, and then I do it.”

You slowly turned so that you were facing Seokwoo properly, “I said some stupid things too tonight. You know that you take such good care of me usually, I never meant to say otherwise.”

“I think we both said some things we regret,” Seokwoo acknowledged, “maybe we should sleep and talk in the morning?”

“I think that that’s a good idea.”

Yoo Taeyang:

Your body stopped in the doorway to the kitchen as soon as you moved from the kitchen into the living room after grabbing a snack, seeing that Taeyang was finally home.

“I thought you’d be in bed,” he murmured, equally as surprised to see you stood there.

Your head shook as you slowly walked into the room, “my mind was a little too full to be able to go to bed, thinking and daydreaming about too many things.”

“Because of me, right”? Taeyang asked you, knowing that he was at fault as he too walked into the room towards the sofa.

“You’re all that I’ve thought about.”

“I know that I upset you,” he whispered as he sat himself down, “I’m sorry for being so horrible to you, I really didn’t mean what I said to you Y/N.”

You sat yourself down too, “my head hurts so much Taeyang, all I’ve been able to think about is what you said and wondering if it’s really how you feel about me, or about us.”

“It isn’t,” he hastily assured you, “it was heat of the moment and wrong, I’m glad you’re still awake so that I can explain.”

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

Hwiyoung:

His eyes narrowed as Youngkyun walked into the living room to see you awake, busy typing away on your laptop as you made use of your time waiting for Youngkyun to arrive.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” he spoke up as you stopped typing and looked at him.

Your smile was weak as you met his eyes, “despite how annoyed with you I am, that still doesn’t make me able to sleep when you’re not at home with me.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rude to you earlier,” Youngkyun told you, sitting down on the arm of the sofa, “and made you stay up too.”

“I’ve actually got a lot done.”

“That’s not the point Y/N,” he gently laughed, “I should’ve known that you’d stay up and come home quicker, but once again I wasn’t thinking of you.”

You offered Youngkyun a light grin, “I think we’ve both maybe been a bit thoughtless towards each other tonight, don’t you think it’s better if we just try and move on from that now?”

“Definitely,” he smiled back at you, “and we can start moving on by going to bed, it’s far too late for either of us to still be awake.”

“I’ve got one more email and then I’ll be there.”

Chani:

The sound of the television still playing took Chanhee by surprise as he walked through the front door, peering into the living room to see you still wide awake on the sofa.

“Why are you still up?” He asked as your eyes looked across at the sound of the door.

A shrug of your shoulders followed in reply to him. “Rather stupidly I found myself unable to sleep because I was worried about you, have you seen how late it is?”

“I’m sorry,” Chanhee frowned, taking small steps across the room to join you on the sofa, “I didn’t mean to stay out as long as this.”

“Did it help you being out?”

“It did,” he weakly smiled, “most of all it made me realise that I was horrible to you earlier, I took my frustration towards work out on you, it was unfair.”

You couldn’t help but nod in agreement with him, “I stayed up hoping that you’d come home and realise that I’m not a verbal punching bag to take your anger out on to be honest.”

“You’re definitely not that,” Chanhee told you, resting his hand over yours loosely, “you’re someone that I take for granted too much.”

“Don’t be silly, we all get angry now and then.”

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[synthetickitsune]

Hi I see your request are open, may I request smut #3 and #35 with Youngbin sf9. I’m missing him so much. Please and thank you 😊 have a nice day!

Hope you're having a nice day too, anon! ♡

Youngbin (SF9) | Caught masturbating + “Show me how much you missed me.” smut | 0.6k | gn!reader

The water beats down on his body, steam filling the bathroom as it rises from his body. He doesn’t feel it, doesn’t hear it, but he feels himself getting dizzy, his mind is fogging up just like the mirror. All he can think of is you, you, you… How he wishes you’d be here. It’s not long now until you come home but he can’t wait.

His fist doesn’t feel as good as your pussy or your mouth, hell, it doesn’t even feel as nice and smooth as your hands. It’s all he has though, and even though he feels pathetic, he needs the release. 

It feels like he’s too pent up from all the time he spent away from you and he can’t get enough. It was already hard before, but now? He has to get himself off before you get home or he’ll drag you to bed (if you make it that far) the second you close the door. Sure, maybe you’d enjoy that on some days, but you deserve better. He can make love to you after you tell him about your day. Only he has to fuck his fist or he won’t last that long, surrounded by your warmth and you precious loving gaze on him. 

If he spared enough mental capacity to listen, he might have noticed the sound of the front door unlocking, opening and closing. Or he’d hear the bedroom door. Or, eventually the bathroom door. Instead he only hears the glass shower door closing after he’s brought from his focused trance by cold hands wrapping around his hips and his own shriek.

“It’s just me baby,” you chuckle, allowing him to turn to face you. His face is flushed - from the steam, the scare, the embarrassment, who knows. His breathing is heavy and you watch him struggle with what to settle on. It’s quite amusing, but more than that - hot. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

You watch his adam’s apple bob and his chest heave. Seems like he chose embarrassment in the end as his eyes avoid yours.

“I… Sorry,” he says sheepishly, laughing softly at your fingers tickling his skin. He wishes he wasn’t as turned on by you joining him in the shower, but apparently not even being scared to death will help.

“Sorry for what? This was a nice surprise,” you purr - if only you knew, he thinks - “But I’m here now. All yours.”

He swears his heart skips a beat and his breath gets stuck in his throat. He licks his lips. Gently he guides you from under the water to kiss you, slowly, taking his time calming his racing heart. With little results, of course, when there’s only one thing he’s thinking of.

“What would you like? What’s allowed?” he separates from you for just enough time to get the words out. A few more moments of his lips on yours might help you decide anyway.

“Anything,” you smirk, “You always seem so pent up lately. Use me. Do whatever you want.”

Did he ever tell you you’re a dream come true?

He groans as he backs you up against the door, holding you as it opens so you don’t slip. It’s his time to smirk at the bewildered look on your face.

“Changed your mind? There’s more ways I can use you outside the shower,” he pecks your nose, stopping for a second to get your consent.

“I meant it,” you bite your lips, “Show me how much you missed me.”

And he’s gonna do just that.

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[seokwoosmole]

Petition for SF9 to perform their Kingdom "Move" cover on their tour

#performing with 6/9 members has challenges so this song would be perfect #rowoon wasn't there so they don't need to worry about covering his parts #dawon was only in the beginning with one line and no dance parts so he can take inseong's parts #like imagine him doing the stairs choreo #yeah #me too #and I feel like chani would do a great job with youngbin's part #come on fnc #make it happen #sf9 #move #kingdom

[onef1lm]

a/n: this is pretty self-indulgent, thus not proofread :) and yes im finally back LOL thank you sm for the support on my sunwoo post! <3 here's another one for yall, this time u can insert whoever u want c:

you've been trying to sleep for the past 20 minutes. tossing and turning, you couldn't seem to get into a comfortable position.

to make things worse, every time you finally able to drift off, something would always rattle your consciousness.

the clashing of pans. a dog barking. your neighbours' muffled cheering as they watch a soccer match. everything was holding you back from a good sleep.

tears prick at your eyes from frustration and you feel yourself going insane. i just want to sleep, i really need it right now, you thought. it was almost depressing how you pleaded to no one in particular. just as you were about to sit up, arms snake around your waist and pull you towards their chest.

at first, you were startled and ready to attack them. the smell of his perfume made it to your nose and you relaxed in his embrace.

"can't sleep?" his voice sounded like a lullaby, tone gentle. you mumble something along the lines of 'everything is disturbing me, i'm this close to ripping my hair out'. he chuckles softly, tightening his arms around you. "try sleeping with me hugging you, it should work. just focus on me,"

you don't know if he could see you blushing from his last sentence, but you turn around and bury your face into his body. his scent engulfs you whole, giving you a feeling of security.

he hums a familiar lullaby, combing through your hair to try to get you to relax. the male smiles as he realises you're finally sleeping.

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[lovvlovveee]

SF9🧡

#sf9 #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 dawon #sf9 zuho #sf9 taeyang #sf9 inseong #sf9 rowoon #sf9 imagines #zuho #dawon #inseong #hwiyoung #youngbin #sf9 chani #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 icons

[kpopjust4u]

When their sister gets a boyfriend (SF9)

Post Date:18th October 2022 Content: Fluff/Crack TW?: N/A Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

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Inseong: He’d gasp dramatically, whether she’s old enough or not, he’d want to be protective of her, not wanting her to grow up, teasing her that she can’t have one until she’s a certain age. (Imagine Hwiyoung’s the sister and a woman)

Youngbin: He’d give her advice even if she knew it already, scolding her when she rolls her eyes at his attempt of being a caring brother.

Jaeyoon: He’d want to protect her at all costs, asking about details of her boyfriend to see if he meets his standards to be with his her. 

Dawon: He’d be such a tease about it, nagging her about the details and acting like her best friend who’s looking for gossip, trying to make her feel comfortable whilst hididng the fact he thinks no one is good enough for her. 

Zuho: High pitch screams to the point his sister wants to hide, wanting to meet this boyfriend of hers and would try to embarrass her with stories and family tapes.

Rowoon: He’d be very supportive but would crack a few jokes here and there, just wanting his sister to be safe and careful.

Taeyang: He’s the type of brother to help her get ready for dates, throwing clothes at her only to pull them away when he’s found something better. This way, he gets to make sure she dresses to his appropriate standards.

Hwiyoung: He’d joke around and make small jokes to her to try and cover the fact that he’s a bit worried about his baby sister growing up to quickly. 

Chani: He’d embarass her so much, mentioning the baby photos, trying to show them with embarrassing stories, but that’s his job as a brother, right?

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Tags: @scuzmunkie, @ateezreactionsandscenarios, @trashlord-007, @fanfictrashlord-007

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Feel What You’re Doing To Me - Kim Youngbin

W/C: 2.8K

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: “Give me a little show.” + “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudity, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, light panty fucking, light handjob, hint of cum tasting, thumb sucking, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), aftercare, cockwarming.

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!

As you finish in the bathroom, you switch the lights off, rubbing your hands together. Youngbin sits upright on the bed, propping himself against the headboard as he watches you, it was like you were teasing him with the clothes you had chosen for bed that night, he knew it was new pyjamas, he had never once seen the see-through shirt that showed him just enough to let his imagination run wild.

“New shirt?” He casually asks, already knowing the answer to his own question. You turn your head in his direction and nod your head. “No matching panties?” You lick your lips, knowing full well he could see your nipples through the shirt, and knowing that the shirt was doing exactly what you wanted it to do.

“I wanted to see if the shirt would work during the heated summer nights,” You say, acting innocent. “Before I would invest in the panties,” He nods his head slowly and licks his lips.

“Want to… give me a little show as you come to bed?” He asks. You could hear his tone shifting and watches as lust clouded his eyes. “Because we both know that isn’t to see if it will keep you cool for the summer,” You let out a soft chuckle before smirking at him.

“I can try my best to give you a little show,” You say. You reach up to your chest and cup your boob, squeezing it before running your finger over the nub that’s been hardening due to the fabric rubbing against it and the air blowing against it. “But already seeing me like this, is the show,” You watch him readjust himself on the bed, sitting completely against the headboard now to watch you. You move your other hand to the elastic of your panties and push it down slightly to expose part of your mound, while your hand on your boob was slowly massaging into the flesh.

“I said a show, not a tease,” He mutters. His eyes grow darker by the second, you watch as he moves one hand to his crotch and slowly begins palming himself through his boxers.

“A show is a show, you never said what type,” You say, making him groan and nod. You slowly begin walking towards the bed, your breathing a little bit heavier than before. You stop next to the bed, your thumb slowly rubbing along your nipple, and his eyes focusing on your movements. You place your hand that was keeping your panties lower on his leg and slowly slide it upwards. “Should I do it for you?” Your hand reaches his crotch area and just before you could touch it, he grabbed your wrist and pulls you onto the bed and on top of him. “Oh,” You quickly recover from the tug and straddle his lap, pushing your hips against his and feeling your panties almost slipping between your folds as his bulge presses against your clothed pussy.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” His voice was low and almost raspy as he spoke, which caused your walls to twitch, and you swore that alone could have caused you to leave a wet patch on your underwear. His hands grip your hips and push the shirt up before placing his hands against your skin, making you sigh in contentment.

“Hmm, and it feels good,” You whisper. You watch his eyes close for a moment before he leans forward and opens them to look up at you, his lips part before he presses an open-mouthed kiss on your exposed chest before slowly leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses onto your clothed breast. You place your hands on his shoulders and feel his hot breath fanning against your nipple. “So good,” His tongue presses against your nipple, and you let out a soft moan at the warm wet feeling through the fabric against your nipple. “Oh…” His mouth wraps around your nipple, and you feel his tongue playing with it as he sucks on it. “Bin…”

Your eyes shut as you feel your insides twisting and your skin heating up from the attention you were getting from him, one of his hands slide over the crease of your hips and over your mound before cupping your pussy through your panties, your breathing was slowly growing heavier and all you could think about was the pleasure you were starting to experience. His fingers rub along either side of your folds through the fabric, his cock barely touching your clit, but you were aware that it was and the thought of it was making your mind spin.

“Bin… oh,” You moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. His fingers push against your panties, pushing them completely between your folds and against your clit to rub the nub that’s been begging for attention ever since you felt his clothed cock barely touching it. “Fuck…” You could his bulge rubbing against the inside of your thigh.

“You sound so desperate for me,” He mumbles against your nipple. Your walls clench at hearing his voice and at feeling the vibrations against your nipple that’s grown sensitive. “Cute…” He blows against your nipple, making you whimper at the cold wind against your now wet nipple.

“Biiinnn,” You whine, squeezing your eyes tighter. “Fuck,” His fingers circle over your clit, and you could feel yourself getting wetter at the attention. “Oh, oh…” You gasp, you could feel the tension building inside of you.

“I love these sounds you make for me,” He mutters before wrapping his lips around your other nipple, making you push your hips more against him and causing his fingers to press harder against your clit. “Hmm,” The vibrations travel through your nipple, adding to the tension that was building inside you.

“Biiinn,” You moan. Your nails begin to dig into his skin, causing him to grunt against your chest. “I…” His fingers slide against your panties, pushing them more between your folds as he moves his fingers towards your entrance, a squelching sound quickly fills the room, making it down how wet you’ve become. “I’m… I, Bin…” You could barely form words in your mind, never mind trying to speak. He pushes the tip of his fingers against your entrance, the friction causes your walls to clench and your back to arch at the pleasurable feeling that went through you. The feeling of the fabric rubbing against your clit and against your entrance was causing your mind to spin. “I’m not…”

“Then let go,” He mutters as he pulls away from your nipple. You let out a whimper as you feel his tongue swipe over your nipple, the feelings that were going through your body, your breathing had become harder and your skin felt on fire. “Make a mess on my fingers,” Your head falls back and moments later you felt his lips on your collarbone before feeling his teeth sink into your skin.

“BIN!” You moan, the tension snapping inside you and an immense pleasure flows through you, your hips unconsciously move against his fingers, practically riding them even though they weren’t inside you. “Bin, oh my gosh, Bin… Bin, fuck,” You chant out, your toes curling in pleasure and your muscles twitching as your release flows through you, your mind was spinning from the pleasure, and it felt like you had landed on cloud nine. “OH, MY!” He had pushed his fingers halfway inside you along with your panties, causing the fabric to not only stimulate your clit but your walls also.

“I love hearing you like this,” He mutters, but you could barely hear his voice, the sound of your heart drumming was louder than anything else. “So wet for me,” You could feel his fingers rubbing your walls with your own panties, and it was getting you through your high. “Let’s see if you’re all ready for me,” You were slowly coming down from your high when you felt your panties being pulled from your entrance before being replaced by his fingers fully pushing into you.

“Oh, my fucking, fuck, Youngbiiiiiinn,” You moan, your walls pulsing and practically sucking his fingers inside of you. They twist and turn inside you before you felt him using a scissoring motion to stretch your walls. “Oh, my g-” Your words quickly get caught in your throat as you gasp when his finger brushes against that sensitive spot inside you.

“Oh… let’s hope my cock quickly finds that spot I just found,” He says. Your head drops, and you open your eyes, breathing hard. Fuck, the sight of his toned stomach that seemed to have a thin layer of sweat that was already starting to form. You slide one hand down his shoulder, making sure your nails were lightly scratching over his skin as you do.

“I’m ready,” You manage to breathe out. Your fingers curl around his boxers, and you push them down just enough for his cock to spring free and slap against his lower stomach, leaving a small splatter of pre-cum behind. “Fucking…” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, causing him to push his palm flat against your pussy and against your clit.

“Fuck…” His voice deep as he groans. You slowly slide your hand along his cock, you could hear his breathing deepening the higher your hand travels. Your thumb brushes over the tip, and you hear a hitch in his breathing, you circle your thumb around the tip, spreading the pre-cum that was glistening on it over the head. “Fuck, I need to be inside you now,” You feel his fingers slipping from you before you felt your panties completely being moved aside. “Put it in,” You slowly guide the head of his cock between your folds, sliding it through your wet juices and coating his cock with it before moving it towards your entrance.

“O-Oh,” You moan. Your eyes shut as you push the tip inside you, feeling it stretch your walls before you pulled your hand away. His hands grip onto your hip, and you look up at him before bringing your thumb to your lips and pushing the digit between your lips.

“Fuck…” He moans before pushing you down onto him fully, you moan around your thumb as your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sudden pleasure that surged through you when his cocked filled you to the brim. “Fuck, so fucking hot,” Your walls pulse around him at the sudden friction, and he gives you a few moments to adjust to him.

“Fuck, Youngbin,” You breathe out as you pulled your thumb from your lips. “Fuck, fuck, that was, oh my fuck,” Your mind was buzzing from how it felt when he suddenly filled and stretched your walls. “Oh, my fuck,” He could feel your juices already starting to trickle down his balls. You shift your hips, wanting to create friction against your walls. “Move, please, oh, my fuck,” He lifts you slowly, and your head falls back as a loud long moan leaves you. “OH OHHH!” You grab onto his shoulder again, your nails immediately digging into the skin.

“You feel so good,” He mutters. “And sound so good,” He pushes you down on his cock, making you gasp. You begin using your legs to move yourself on his cock, his hands gripping your hips tighter to give some assistance. “Fuck… fuck.”

“Oh, my, shit, shit, Biiiin,” You whine as you feel your insides tightening already. “Fuuuucccckkk,” You quickly find a pace that was satisfying to you both, your tits bouncing as you ride him. “Fuck, oh…”

“You should… oh, hmm… wear this ev-every time you w-want, oh, fuck,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as he felt your walls already clenching around him. His breathing was getting heavier and your grip on his shoulders were starting to become slippery as sweat was now visibly forming on both of you.

“Wh- what if I j-just come o-out nak-naked?” You stutter. You squeeze your eyes tighter as you felt your muscles starting to tighten. Fuck, you weren’t sure how long you could hold on before your next high would hit. “Fu-fuck.”

“Th-then I’ll take you against the wa- ahh,” He groans. His grip on your hips tightens as he begins helping you ride him now. Your legs felt on fire and felt like they could give up any moment now, but you kept going, almost feeling addicted to the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you. You could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck and shoulders, the sounds that filled the room sounded so fucking filthy, and it was only urging you on more.

“Promise?” You gasp out. You feel him shift just the slightest bit before a sudden pleasure bursts through you when his pubic bone hits against your clit as you lowered down onto him. “FUCK!” He thrust upwards to meet yours, making sure his pubic bone would rub against your clit each time. “BIN!” Your toes curl and you feel pleasure running up and down your spine as you come undone. Surely when you were both finished you would need a change of clothing, and sheets. “FUCK!” You could feel another one already building inside you as you were still going through the second high. “BIIINN,” Your entire body shook with pleasure, your muscles felt like they had become jelly.

“Fuck, fuck, one more, I want one more,” He manages to say between pants. “I’m gonna… soon,” You could feel yourself slowing down on top of him, but tried to keep the same pace going. “You can do it, fuck, fuck,” The friction against your clit and the way his cock was hitting inside you was quickly building another orgasm for you.

“Bin, Bin, I’m gon— OH!” You moan as your head falls forward against his shoulder, it felt like you had run out of energy as he continues to thrust up into you while guiding you over him. “BIIIIIN,” His movements become sloppy, and you knew he was chasing his own high now.

“Uhh, oh, fuck,” He lowly grunts into your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, which made your walls squeeze around him, milking him for his orgasm. “Fu-fuck,” And then you feel a jerk in his hips, you force your eyes open to look between your legs, catching sight of his stomach muscles pulling and his cock glistening with your juices.

“Fuck, Bin… it looks so hot,” You mutter. You watch as the muscles twitch more before you felt it, hot cum filling you and a groan of satisfaction falling from him. “So fucking hot,” You couldn’t stop watching as he kept fucking his cum into you before slowing down, you swore the sight of that had made you cum again, but you weren’t sure if you did.

“You’re so fucking hot,” He grunts into your ear. Your hands fall from his shoulders, and you use the little energy you had to wrap them around his torso and hold onto him. He lowers you down onto him one final time before you felt his hands moving up to your shoulder blades to hold onto them. Things slowly become quiet in the room, the temperature slowly comes down as you both sit in silence, taking in the afterglow of the moment.

“Seeing this sight… it’s turning me on more, Bin,” You mumble and lift your head to rest your chin on his shoulder. “You should see it, fuck,” You feel his hands squeeze your shoulder blades.

“I bet it is hot,” He mutters. One of his hands slowly begin rubbing along your spine, you could feel his cock slowly growing soft inside you, and you could feel your mixed juices spilling from you. “Everything feeling okay?” You could still feel a buzzing feeling inside your head and in your legs.

“More than okay,” You mumble, feeling your eyes becoming somewhat heavy. “Nothing hurts, nothing did hurt, it all felt… so good,” He softly hums. “And you?” You glance down, managing to see some of the red bruises you imprinted on his skin. “I gripped pretty hard.”

“They’re fine,” He says. “I’ll probably feel them later, but then I can think back to now,” You gently nod your head. “And then get off in the bathroom at work,” You take in a deep breath.

“I hope you record it for me then,” You mutter. “You can’t have fun without me like that,” He chuckles softly at your request but knew he would do it just for you. “We should get some clean sheets, I’m dripping all over these right now.”

“Yes, yes you are,” He says. He could feel everything licking down his balls before spilling onto the bedsheets. “It’s hot to think about it,” You lift your head to look at him.

“We should clean ourselves first, I don’t want it to splatter or drip everywhere and have extra cleaning work,” You say and slowly unwrap your arms from around him.

“Wait, wait… just a few more minutes,” He says. “Just a few, I like this feeling right now,” You nod your head before leaning against his chest and relaxing into him, waiting until he decided you had been on his cock long enough.

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[lost-inthedream]

Sf9 reaction to you being literally AMAZING at sucking cock like a deepthroat queen/king-

SF9 reaction to you being amazing at oral

Paring: SF9 x gn reader

Warnings: deepthroating, bad language.

Author's note: Let's go with the very beginning of a relationship in the following drabbles.

Youngbin:

He was not expecting things to get so heated that afternoon, let alone the fact that you were that skilled. The jazz played low in the background because you asked him to turn it down. You already knew he could moan beautifully. Anyway, there you were taking his full length past your throat in the living room. At this point, he was seeing visions of all Greek gods. "I can't believe it" he cried out, pulling your face away from his cock. "What?" you asked, still having drool run down your chin. "I've never seen this before. The way you're doing it, fuck. babe, you need to breathe". Nah, HE needed to breathe, so you stroke his thighs while observing him regain some air. His laborious gasps could not cease.

Inseong:

Since you have started slow with him, you could witness his romantic expression drop to something reckless. His mouth hung agape and closed his eyes tight, his shaft was impossibly swallowed by you. He was completely taken off guard. His legs did not last still for long because his climax was reaching fast, everything about that was so hot for him. "Babe, I love you so damn much. You're wrecking me so good". You almost stop because he had never said he loved you before but his orgasm was close, you just needed a few more motions and yeah. He gave you the glory, hot seed ran down your throat. You finished with a peck on his tip and asked "Were you serious? Do you love me?" He pulls you up and assures you "Babe, sure. I want you with me forever, my deepthoat queen/king"

Jaeyoon:

You and Jaeyoon teased each other during the whole evening. You all knew you were having your first intimate moment that night so you threw the most obscene faces towards him. You licked your lips after sipping at your beverage, traced your own collarbones. He was no different, with that half-unbuttoned shirt. When the two of you finished the meal, his dick was visibly hard, his pants looked so tight that you would be mean if you did not give its deserved attention. You pushed him onto the couch and unzipped his trousers. No need to suppress your hunger, you sucked him with anger. That little shit was hiding an amazing cock for so long. "You know how to make me happy, beautiful. Don't stop." He seemed so excited, laugh blended with moans, yet he was not surprised.

Dawon:

It was so clear that Sanghyuk was going easy on you. You could get a notion from the way he immediately released your wrists after he had pinned your arms above your head. You flipped him around with ease, thanks to all the care he forced himself to maintain towards you. "I wanna give you head" you announced. He signaled you to go ahead and so you did. As soon as his member sprung free, you collected it in both your hands and started to rub while your mouth worked on the tip. "Oh my god, you rough!" He spat out. "Is it too much?" you asked, slowing down the movement of your hands. "No! You can choke yourself on my cock if you feel like it"

Zuho:

Everything was unrolling perfectly between you and Juho. He was so generous in bed, you could see he was getting off simply by seeing your pleasure. His mouth devoured your nipple, his fingers pumped your hole with no mercy, that was amazing. However, he was still fully dressed. "Please, Ju" you implored, tugging on his shirt. He grinned at you and got rid of the item. Then you pointed to his bottoms and he got it right away. "My sweet babe wants my cock". You crawled to him and opened your mouth with your tongue out. After such a clear plea, Juho pushed his member inside and you did the job. You showed him how much you enjoyed dick by sucking it noisily as well as pulling him onto you so you could thrust it further. He lost all his words and attitude, only being able to growl and curse. Boy did not know he needed that.

Rowoon:

Seokwoo had just finished his shower when you arrived. He did not care to put on any clothes, just a towel around his hips was enough to meet you at the doorway. "You look so pretty, my love" he said and pecked your lips. You thanked him with hot cheeks but did not stop yourself from eyeing him up. "You also look fine. So fine..." He shrugged at your words and decided not to dress up, which made you smirk and untuck the end of his towel so it slipped on the floor. And so did you, dropped on your knees to worship his cock. Your hands and mouth worked together to have it fully hard. The more it stiffened, the more you wanted to swallow it. Rowoon was so amazed by your appetite that he became mute, nothing but hard breath left his lips. After some time, he wiped the tears that scaped from your eyes and praised you "So pretty, so sweet. I'm a lucky man"

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang picked you up after his practice that evening, he was all sweaty. At his place his place, of course he needed to clean before anything else. So you watched as he started taking his clothes off to take to the laundry room. His hair was still sticking to the nape of his head and forehead. "Can I join you in the shower, baby boy?" you asked with your eyes stuck on his abdomen. "You don't need to ask" he replied heading you to the bathroom with him. There you gave up on being soft with him, you kissed him deeply while your hand wandered down his body. Taeyang is no angel so he slid his sweatpants down and gave you access to jerk him off freely. Yet he did not expect you to squat and devour his entire shaft little by little. "God, you're so talented?" he sighed. You just hummed without releasing his member.

Hwiyoung:

He was ready to leave the studio and give you all the attention you deserved but you implored to stay there. You started to explain that his place was especial to you too and you wanted to enjoy a few hours with his songs as soundtrack. You all made out on his desk chair, you on his lap. His bulge started to poke you from under at some point and he was afraid that was not what you meant when you asked to stay. In any case, when you grinded onto his hard-on, all his worries got vanished. You slid to the floor a bit after but he was too hazy to think. His pants stayed pooled on his feet and you played with his dick with a devilish demeanor. "This is all mine. Youngkyun's cock belongs to me" you affirmed between kisses and short sucks on the tip and his head spinned. Your boyfriend was nothing but a moaning mess as you pushed his dick down your throat.

Chani:

Chani had been imagining how it would be receiving oral from you. He sometimes spent a whole hour dreaming awake before sleeping. Tonight he was going to stay for the night in your place for the first time so he was trying not to allow his mind to go dirty. That was the hardest mission ever, because your sleep clothes were revealing and you sat on his lap to watch tv before going to bed. It was absolutely against his will but he kissed you and it got his dick hard. That felt so pitful, however, you hold his face and said "I can fix it for you". He observed as you confidently lied on your belly and pulled his dick out his pajamas. You did not hold back, sinking on his length until your face was pressed agaisnt his low stomack. "Oh shit! Your angel face hides a slut. I love it"

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[blu-joons]

When He Comes Home To Find You And Your Child Asleep On The Sofa ~ SF9 Reaction

Inseong:

A gasp came from Inseong as his phone slipped out of his grip, the bang it made enough to make you jump, let alone you and your son who were asleep on the sofa too.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Inseong panicked, sighing as he looked back around to where the sofa was.

Your head shook with a chuckle at the look of fear that was on Inseong’s face. “I think daddy’s home,” you joked with your son’s wide smile.

“I was trying too hard to be quiet,” Inseong told you both, placing everything in his hands down, moving towards you.

“You should know how clumsy you are Inseong.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “for some reason I was feeling pretty confident then.”

“At least now we don’t have to spend the night on the sofa,” you joked, slowly trying to sit yourself up, holding onto your son as he moved up with you.

A chuckle came from your son as he moved up. “Silly daddy,” he laughed across at Inseong, catching him off guard as a chuckle came from Inseong too.

“I just wanted to wake you up and see you,” Inseong tried to tell him, tickling against your son’s stomach.

“You definitely did a good job of waking us both up.”

Youngbin:

The sound of the television playing had Youngbin confused as he walked through into the apartment, following the sound through where he found you both.

“You two,” he whispered, his voice trailing off as he noticed the remote tucked between you both.

His hand slowly reached to grab the remote, and as it did, it tickled against your daughter’s stomach. “Mmh,” she hummed, slowly shifting in your hold.

“Go back to sleep Y/D/N,” Youngbin tried to tell her, but the sound of his voice quickly had her awake and looking around.

“Daddy, we didn’t know when you would be home.”

Youngbin smiled back across at you, “whispers Y/D/N, we don’t want to disturb mummy there.”

“Whispers,” she agreed, lowering the volume of her voice as Youngbin switched the television off too. “Daddy,” she added, stretching her arms out across to him.

He immediately moved across and lifted her up, bringing her tightly into his chest. “Have you been squishing your mummy whilst you’ve been sleeping?”

“No,” she giggled as Youngbin began to walk her towards her bedroom, “mummy was cuddling me really tightly.”

“She does that to me too, it’s because she loves us Y/D/N.”

Jaeyoon:

The feeling of something moving over your body made you stir, opening your eyes in confusion as to what was going on, only to see that it was Jaeyoon hovering over you.

“Sorry,” he whispered as soon as he noticed your open eyes, “I thought I’d make you comfier.”

Your head shook, relieved to see that he was home and safe. “I’ve tried reaching for that blanket so many times but Y/S/N’s laying right over my hand.”

“Now that you’re awake, why don’t we put him to bed, and you?” Jaeyoon offered, “you can’t spend the night on the sofa.”

“My body is numb from where he’s been laying on me.”

A chuckle escaped from Jaeyoon, “it’s a good job you’ve got my strong arms to help you then.”

“I’m too tired to appreciate your muscles,” you warned Jaeyoon as he placed the blanket back before slowly lifting your son up, making sure not to disturb him.

His head nodded understandingly back across at you, “stay right there and I’ll come and get you in a moment. We’ll try and wake that body of yours back up.”

“Remind me to never let Y/S/N sleep on me again,” you joked, “when did he get so big and start weighing so much?”

“Don’t, it’s scary how quick he’s growing these days.”

Dawon:

The sound of footsteps woke you up straight away, coming face to face with Sanghyuk as soon as your eyes looked around, catching the smirk that was wide on his face.

“I thought you said that you’d wait,” he smugly reminded you, knowing that you wouldn’t last.

Your head nodded back across at him, “I’ve had my eyes shut for five minutes,” you tried your best to tell him, “maybe ten at the very most Sanghyuk.”

“Your expression tells me you’ve been asleep for at least an hour,” he laughed, “your eyes still look incredibly sleepy Y/N.”

“I’m fine, Y/D/N’s the one that’s been sleeping for a while.”

Sanghyuk’s head shook back at you, “you can’t throw our daughter under the bus like that.”

“I only closed my eyes because she did,” you tried to defend, “it’s not my fault that you’re home later than you said you would be anyway, that’s on you.”

Sanghyuk nodded as he knelt down beside the two of you, “now that I’m finally home, you can sleep properly. I’ll take of Y/D/N whilst you get yourself sorted.”

“Don’t wake her,” you warned Sanghyuk, “I have a feeling she won’t be a happy bunny if she ends up being disturbed.”

“I’m a pro at putting Y/D/N to bed, I’ve got this Y/N.”

Zuho:

He couldn’t help but feel guilty as Juho returned home to find you and your son asleep together, both out like a light, not disturbed at all by him finally returning home.

“I don’t want to disturb you both,” Juho sighed, knowing that your beds were where you should be.

His footsteps were almost silent as he walked around the place, “I wish that I was able to get home sooner to at least be able to wish you both goodnight.”

“I bet you had fun without me though,” he sniggered, “mummy always lets you do whatever you want to do, doesn’t she Y/S/N?”

“Who am I kidding? You’re asleep, you’re not replying.”

Juho placed a cushion underneath your head gently, “you’ll be so sore in the morning Y/N.”

“I don’t have the heart to move you and risk waking you up though,” he added, hoping that somehow, you’d be listening and know he meant well.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been so quiet, “how can I go to bed and sleep comfortably knowing that the two of you are out here?”

“Maybe I’ll sleep down here on the floor,” Juho suggested, noticing a space in the room that would fit him perfectly.

“At least then I’ll be here when you both wake up.”

Rowoon:

The smile on Seokwoo’s face turned up as soon as he walked through into the living room to find you and your daughter tucked up beside one another, laid out across the sofa.

“I’m sorry I’m home so late,” Seokwoo told you both, frowning at how comfortable you both were.

His voice wasn’t as quiet as he hoped though as your eyes slowly opened up. “Your home?” You asked Seokwoo, your voice making him jump in surprise.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he told you, moving across the room to kneel down beside the sofa where the two of you were.

“I had a feeling that filming might have gone on a bit.”

Seokwoo smiled sweetly back across at you, “I should have let you know that I’d be late though.”

“I’d have probably slept through your text anyway,” you gently chuckled, “I think the two of us have probably been asleep here for a couple of hours at least.”

Seokwoo’s hand rested against your daughter’s hip, “I don’t think anything will be able to wake her up, she looks like she’s in a pretty good dream right now.”

“She fell asleep as soon as she laid down on me,” you told him. “Clearly I must be comfortable to use as a pillow.”

“I can definitely tell you that you’re great to rest on.”

Yoo Taeyang:

As soon as he found the two of you asleep on the sofa, Taeyang moved across the room and lifted your son up, noticing just how uncomfortable you seemed to be on the sofa.

“You two are adorable,” Taeyang laughed as he slowly moved your arms away to be able to get him.

The sudden feeling of emptiness between your arms was enough for you to stir. “Taeyang?” You quizzed, lifting your hands up to rub over the top of your eyes.

“It’s just me,” he smiled back across at you, “I thought I’d do you a favour and put Y/S/N to bed, and then come back for you.”

“I want to hear how work was for you today though.”

His head shook back across at you, “you’re tired Y/N, all of those stories can wait until tomorrow.”

“I thought we’d be able to stay awake for you to come home,” you explained to Taeyang, but from the smile that was on his face, you knew that he didn’t mind.

His quiet steps slowly began to move towards your son’s bedroom, “stay there and I’ll come back and get you tucked up into bed,” he told you once again.

“You’re not planning on carrying me to bed, are you?” You laughed, catching the corners of Taeyang’s smile turning up.

“You’re tired because you waited, it’s the least I can do.”

Hwiyoung:

A sigh came from Youngkyun as he looked across to the sofa to see your daughter’s eyes looking back at him, disturbed by the sound of his footsteps through the room.

“Daddy?” She quizzed, not quite sure who was there as her eyes tried to focus on the room.

Youngkyun quickly moved across to the sofa, kneeling down slowly. “What are you doing awake?” He whispered to her, careful not to disturb you as you still slept.

“Your home,” she giggled, wriggling out of your grip, stretching her hands out for Youngkyun to take her and give her a squeeze.

“We don’t want to wake mummy up, be careful.”

Your daughter nodded in agreement with him, “mummy fell asleep before I did tonight daddy.”

“Did she now?” Youngkyun quietly chuckled, making sure that he didn’t forget the information that she’d just shared with him, knowing that he could use it against you.

Your daughter’s smile grew as Youngkyun stood up and moved around the room, “do I have to go to bed now that your home?” She asked him with a sigh.

“I reckon you can stay up for a little while,” he grinned, “but you have to promise that you don’t tell mummy that I let you stay up.”

“I promise that I won’t tell her, it’s our secret.”

Chani:

Your eyes opened instinctively as you heard the password be entered to your apartment, opening your eyes to spot Chanhee walking in, tiptoeing around the room.

“Hi,” he whispered, noticing your open eyes looking back across at him from the sofa in the room.

You smiled back at Chanhee, careful not to disturb your son who was asleep on top of you. “Are you alright?” You asked him, noticing just how late it was from the clock.

“Are you?” Chanhee asked you, moving carefully across to the sofa, “how long has he been asleep on you like that? Does it not hurt?”

“He’s as light as anything, I hardly know he’s here.”

Chanhee smiled gently back across at you, “do you want me to take him? I can put him to bed.”

“If you want to,” you replied to Chanhee, “whilst you do that, I can make you some food if you want? I bet you’ve not eaten for a while if you’ve been busy rehearsing Y/N.”

Chanhee’s head shook back at you as he picked up your son, “you’re tired too, you don’t need to make food for me. I can just grab something easy from the fridge.”

“Are you sure?” You quizzed, slowly sitting yourself up once your son was lifted from you, “I really don’t mind helping Chanhee.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re sleepy and I’ll be alright.”

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Hello, could I request 13 and 22 from the smut list with Youngbin and Zuho pleaseee?

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Youngbin & Zuho (SF9) | Mirrors & Two polar opposite doms smut | 1k

“Absolutely wrecked, don’t you think?”

Juho meets your eyes in the mirror set opposite to the bed. When they threaten to look lower, his fingers curl around your jaw and turn your head back towards him. He tuts. The first kiss is not exactly rough, just a threat and a promise of what’s coming. But the following ones are, they have you arching your back and squirming on Juho’s lap. You feel him leaking on your lower back as you press against him. That way, however, you pull away from the stimulation and your approaching climax. Youngbin coos at you, almost as calm as you’re distressed. Doesn’t even try to shush your whining, unlike the other man.

“Should we let our precious rest for a bit?” he smiles as he smooths his palms over your thighs, watching you completely under Juho’s control. The man in question lets you go, smirking at your desperate noises. Youngbin soothes you, or tries to, with a couple kisses to your inner thigh.

"No," Juho decides, his hands wandering across your torso to play with your nipples, "Our darling can take it. Did Youngbin make you feel good?"

He never lets your attention slip away from him. The look in his eyes is dark and intense. You don’t dare close them. You nod, and correct yourself straight away: "Yeah. Amazing."

The man kneeling between your legs only chuckles, kissing your thigh one more time. 

"Thank you, love," Youngbin smiles, "I made you speechless, hm. That's so cute. Juho's mean for making you talk when it's so hard."

You agree, even if you keep it to yourself. What’s not so easy to hold back are your moans when Youngbin dives in once more and his tongue plays with your clit. Your eyes close on instinct, and it’s enough to warrant a slightly rough pinch to your nipple that makes you yelp and jump.

“What did I tell you about closing your eyes?” Juho demands, giving you only a blank look when you finally force yourself to answer him. You’re to look at him and him only. That’s what he got the mirror for, afterall. It’s easier said than done, what with the wonders Youngbin does with his tongue and the need to pay him some attention too the longer this goes on. Not that the view is bad. Juho’s good at self-control, but you live for the slight frown on his face, the concentration there as he watches Youngbin getting you off on his tongue.

“Don’t be so strict,” the older man says, humor in his voice as he depraves you of yet another orgasm, “You give impossible orders, isn’t that right?”

For once, Juho nods at you, allowing you to look at the man talking to you. Youngbin looks sinful between your legs, your juices coating his chin. While you know it’s meant to ground you, the circles he draws on your thighs with his thumbs only fuel your want. Nothing his helping. Responding is a trap too. It feels like choosing sides, and you know you are. And either has its benefits and disadvantages but your brain feels too scrambled to consider your options properly.

“Sometimes,” you mumble. Both of them hear it, though. Juho scoffs while Youngbin gives you a bright smile and raises his hand to your cheek. You lean into the loving touch. Juho’s hands, meanwhile, drop to your hips and guide you to raise yourself on your knees. 

You panic, unsure of what he wants to do. Did you make him upset? Angry? Is he going to punish you? Leave? Youngbin reacts quicker than Juho, his hands grabbing yours. He reassures you, squeezing your hands in his while he whispers sweet nothings. Juho joins him not long after, his lips planting soft kisses all over your shoulders. His hands move, one wraps around your waist while the other guides his cock to your entrance and stabilizes you as you sink down on him.

“It’s alright, let go,” he murmurs into your ear, “You’re doing so well.” His voice is just a rumble, enveloping you like a liquid comfort.

“So good for us, so so good,” Youngbin agrees. He kisses your stomach, keeping you still once Juho’s buried to the hilt inside you. You feel like you’re losing your mind and you don’t want to think you’re the only one. Yet they seem like nothing could break their composure. It hits you, then, how patient they are.

“Now, our love,” Youngbin stands up. You lean forward before he can continue and Juho pulls you back again, but the other man notices and kisses you like he knows you want. The man behind you scoffs.

"He's spoiling you, baby," Juho tsks, more a warning to Youngbin than a reprimand to you. 

"He'll correct you if you get too out of control," the older man coos against your lips, "And you wouldn't want that, right?"

"No," you shake your head. That earns you another quick before he steps back.

"Now, as I was saying," Youngbin continues, "You'll be good for us so we can all get what we want."

He takes another step back and sits down right under the mirror, his back against it. He palms the tent in his boxers, the last piece of clothes between the three of you. You try not to whine at the sight.

“Eyes on Juho, sweetheart. Think you can do it for me?”

You can, but you don’t want to. Until Juho wraps his hand around your neck and gives it a slight squeeze. So you open your eyes and gasp at what you see in the mirror - his dark eyes staring back into yours, his skin stretched thin across his knuckles with how hard he holds your hip down with his free hand. You felt it, but seeing it has you clenching around him just as tight.

“So good,” Youngbin praises, “Give me a show, baby. Take care of Juho and then I’m gonna give you a prize, okay?”

The man loosens his grip on you, helps you raise your hips and move.

“Keep your eyes on him. Watch how well you’re doing.”

And so you do. Your mouth waters. You may be greedy, but two lovers are better than one.

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