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Mr Baek - Baek Zuho
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Warnings: AU, CEO AU, nudism, explicit language, light nipple play, pet/nicknames, sir kink, dirty talk, fingering, panty fingering, cum tasting, blowjob, kinda messy, window sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare, hint of future relationship.
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You clear your throat as you tug on the skirt you wore for work, your boss, Mr Baek Juho, was strict with the uniform code, and you were to make sure you were presentable at all times for him and the clients that would pass by to see him, you were his secretary for almost six months now, and you would never in your life admit out loud that you had a crush on the man.
“Mr Baek…” You knock on the door, already feeling your heart rate drumming loudly in your chest, you just needed to tell him that his late evening appointment had been cancelled and rescheduled for the following week, but you still felt nervous, maybe it was the cold stare you were always met with that caused it, or maybe it was the knowledge of knowing how he likes to run his business and he disliked when his employees messed up and made the company look bad. But you certainly hadn’t messed up… So the only answer to your nervousness was the fact that you liked your boss a little too much.
“Come in,” You hear him say. You take the door knob with a shaky hand before twisting it open and pushing the door open, he clicks on something on his computer before standing to pull his dress shirt back into place. “Has Mr Kai arrived for our meeting?” A strand of hair was over his forehead, while the remainder of his hair was pushed back.
“I, no, he had just called to reschedule for next week at ten in the morning instead,” You say. “He had mentioned that something had come up, and he couldn’t make the meeting today, Mr Baek,” You explain, hoping you wouldn’t stumble over your words while his eyes were looking directly into yours from across the room.
“Hmm,” He hums as he nods his head. “Thank you for informing me, it seems that we can pack up and go home, thank you for staying until now, Ms Y/l/n,” You lightly smile at him and give a quick nod. “Could you perhaps close that window for me and shut the curtains?” Your eyes move towards the open window.
“Yes, of course, Mr Baek,” You say before fully stepping into his office and shutting the door behind you, shutting the door behind you was a natural instinct by now, you had learned early on to close it when you were called into his office. You make your way towards the window and reach up as you hear him begin to move some things around on his desk, your shirt lifts upwards and slips from where it was tucked into your skirt and exposing some of your skin while your skirt rides up just a little. Zuho pauses with what he is doing as his eyes move towards you as you struggle to reach the window that was pushed open, he knew you would struggle to reach it, he had after all chosen one of the top windows to open, his eyes move down to your middle and saw your exposed stomach. Perhaps it was an abuse of his power, but he loved to catch small glimpses of you in any way he could without making a move or making you feel uncomfortable.
“Struggling Ms. Y/l/n?” He asks as he clicks on the button to shut off his computer. He moves away from his desk as he rolls up his sleeves, you turn towards him about to reassure him that you could do it, only for him to already press himself up against you and reach for the window. “I apologise, I didn’t realise it was too high,” You swallow as he pulls it shut and locks it, you turn yourself to look outside the window, waiting for him to take a step back, but he never does. “Beautiful view of the city lights tonight, isn’t it?” You swallow as you feel his cologne surround you and fill your lungs with each breath in. You begin to lower your arms as you realise you haven’t yet and glance upwards and see him pressing his hands into the glass, the veins on his arms prominent before disappearing underneath the sleeves.
“I… ye-yes, it i-is,” You stutter out, and instantly start cursing yourself for stuttering in front of him. “I… let me just get the curtains, and then, then I’ll be off,” You could feel heat moving along your neck to your cheeks and your palms getting sweaty, before you could step to the side, his arms moved down to block you and keep you from moving away, your breathing stops, and you freeze in your spot, he lowers his head, and you feel his breathing right against your neck and earlobe.
“Ms Y/n/l… you seem a bit tense, perhaps you could tell me what’s causing you to be so tense?” He asks. As if he did not know, he knew very well, he knew what he made others feel, and he knew his reputation as the owner of his company, he knew he made others nervous in his presence, but he hoped to the heavens that you were feeling a different type of nervousness around him, because truth be told, he had taken a liking to you, and having you work as his secretary, it was always a pleasure to enter the office and find you at your desk greeting him with a smile, ready to prepare him for his daily schedule before you would return to your desk, and out of sight from him. He had wished his office walls were made of glass, just so he could take glances at you, but thankfully it was not, otherwise he wouldn’t have done any of his work.
“Mr Baek… I, just… it’s just… it’s late and, and… I need to, I should…” You stutter, unable to get your mind to work properly to find a decent enough excuse, it was like your mind had completely shut down, and it wasn’t giving you any type of words. His hands slide down the window leaving behind a smeared handprint before you feel his hands brush over your hips, pushing your shirt up slightly, and brushing his hands along your warm skin, the cold feeling of his hands makes you gasp and shut your eyes.
“Do I make you this tense and nervous?” He asks in a hushed tone, his voice right by your ear, you had to hold yourself back from whimpering. “You can tell me, there won’t be any repercussions if you say it’s me,” His hands pause on your exposed skin, and you feel your skin slowly begin to heat up, it suddenly felt like the air had thickened in the room. “Are you comfortable like this?” Your heart was hammering in your chest, you weren’t complaining about how close he was or about the warmth he was giving off, but there was one thing, one problem, he was your boss. “Or should I Take a step back?” The question had a different meaning as well, and you had an idea of what he was really asking.
“Yo-you’re my boss, Mr Baek…” You mumble. “This shouldn’t be… you shouldn’t be…” You feel his thumbs dip into the elastic of your skirt and hold onto it, making you swallow what you were about to say next.
“Let me rephrase it,” He says, making you shiver at how strong his tone is. “Do you want me to take a step back, and we can both pretend this moment never happened, or do you want to keep going and see where this could lead us both?” Gosh, did you want to find out where this would lead to, but what would that mean for you when you had found out where it would lead, what would it mean for your job?
“I…” You begin and open your eyes to look through the window, you can see your reflection against the window and the city lights scattered around, you swallow as you make your final decision. “I want to see where this leads,” Your voice was quiet as you spoke.
“Are you sure?” He asks. “Because you shouldn’t agree to something if you’re not fully sure,” Your thoughts race through your mind, he was making sure that you actually wanted to do down this road, and not just starting with whatever he had in mind.
“I… I’m sure, I want to know, I…” You take in a deep breath. “I want to see what happens,” His hand slides upwards, pushing your shirt upwards with his arms.
“Even with all the possible risks involved?” He asks. Did he want to try and talk you out of it, or was he just testing you, to see how far you were willing to go and what exactly your feelings were. “There could be a lot at stake, are you willing to risk it?”
“Mr Baek… I would be willing to risk it,” You breathe out. You feel his lips brush against your earlobe, his breathing is slow, his hands pause on your ribs, and you feel his fingers push down against your flesh.
“If you’re completely sure…” He mumbles and slides his hands over your ribs and over your sides before you feel his hands fumble with the clasp of your bra, it only took him a few seconds to unclasp it and the hold on your breast to loosen. He slides his hands from underneath your shirt and moves them between the window and your body and begins undoing the buttons, his lips move along your neck, peppering kisses along your skin. You try to steady your breathing as you feel your shirt completely fall open, his hands move to the top of your shoulders, and he slowly slides the sleeves down your arms until they hit the floor, his lips move away from your neck and over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down your shoulders using his nose. “Still sure about this?” His voice makes you gasp, your thoughts hadn’t settled at all when he had started undressing you, but fuck, you were more sure about this than you were about anything else.
“Yes, oh, fuck yes,” You breathe out, your bra hits the floor and within a few seconds his hands were cupping your breasts, and he was rolling your nipples between your fingers, you could feel wetness growing between your folds, warmth slowly spreads through your body, and you swore you could see the window starting to fog up from the heat your body was producing, his lips move over your shoulder, and you feel them latch onto your skin to leave a mark behind. “Mr Baek…” You sigh and reach back with one hand, you feel him inhaling sharply as your hand lands on his front, right where you could feel him growing harder. You slowly palm your hand against his pants, earning a low groan from him, his fingers pull at your nipples before his hands start to massage into the soft flesh. You feel him pull away from your shoulder, strings of saliva breaking off onto your warm skin.
“Let me just turn you around so I can see you,” He says. You feel his hands leave your chest and move to your hips, you pull your hand away from his pants, and he turns you around and pushes you up against the glass, making you gasp and move onto the tips of your toes for a split second at how cold the glass felt against your skin. “Step out of your shoes for me,” You slowly slip one foot out of your shoe before doing the same with the other, you hear them tumble to the side as he kicks them out of the way. You reach up and move your hands to the top of his dress shirt and slowly undo the first button, your eyes flicker to his face to watch his reaction, to make sure that you can take off his shirt. “Keep going, don’t stop,” Your eyes met his, and you could see how much darker they were. Your hands move to the next button, and you feel his hands sliding up your sides and move over your ribcage before he cups your breasts, you undo the final button on his shirt and move your hands underneath the piece of clothes, feeling his warm skin beneath your hands, and slowly you slide them over his chest, pausing at his nipples.
“Mr Baek… may I?” You ask. You feel his thumbs slide over your nipples, and he nods his head, you lick your lips as your eyes lower to his chest, and you use your arms to push his shirt wider open before you lean closer, your thumb slides over his nipple, and he waits in anticipation for your tongue or mouth to touch the other.
“Ohh, fuck, that feels…” He mumbles as your tongue slides along the bud, the feeling of your tongue and the warm wetness is sending his mind into a spin, with each lick your tongue slides faster over his nipple, which causes his breathing to pick up. “So good, it feels so fucking good,” He breathes out, you slide your hands upwards, abandoning playing with his nipple, your hands reach the top of his shoulders, and you begin pushing down the fabric from them, your hands slide down to his biceps as you slide the sleeves down his arms.
“So strong Mr Baek,” You mutter before your mouth wraps around his nipple, and you suck on it, his fingers dig a little harder into your breasts as he feels his cock twitch in his pants as it continues to grow, his shirt pauses at his elbows, and you slide your hands back up to his shoulders, you were trying to feel everything on his arms, to try and familiarise yourself with him and what he liked having touched and what didn’t do it for him. You pull back from his nipple and drop a hand down to it, using your finger to spread the saliva over it while gently blowing against it.
“Hmm…” He grunts and closes his eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling that is going through him, his hands release your breast, and he slides them down, making sure to keep constant contact with your skin, it feels like he is leaving behind a burning trail as his hands travelled down to your skirt. You feel him quickly find the zip at the side of your skin and undoes it, the fabric pools around your ankles once it falls from your waist, and his fingers move to the elastic of your stockings. “I always wondered what it would be like to tear these from you and bend you over my desk,” You feel your insides churning and your pussy twitching at his words.
“They’re a bit in the way from doing so,” He says and moments later you hear the fabric tearing as he tugs on them roughly, you swear that alone caused most of your juices to spill onto your panties, he pushes them down your legs, tearing them further before releasing them, his shirt slides down his arms further before finally hitting the floor. “Bend down and take them off for me,” You lower down and take them off, not bothering to be careful since you wouldn’t be able to use them again in the future, you stand once you have slipped them off and lift them to show him, he takes them from your grasp and bunches them before tossing it towards his desk. “I’ll take them home with me,” He looks between your bodies, and you feel his hand touch the side of your thigh and slowly move it towards your panties. “Refrain from wearing those types of stockings again, use the knee-high ones from now on.”
“Yes, sir,” You say, making him pause at the word ‘sir’. You watch as he takes in a slow deep breath before he lifts his gaze, your walls squeeze at the look in his eyes.
“Call me sir one more time…” He slowly says. Your lips part and you slowly breathe in, your heart hammers in your chest as your mouth suddenly feels dry. “It sounds so good, say it again.”
“S-sir…” You stutter, a low groan falls from the back of his throat and his hand slides over your thigh and between your legs, his fingers press down hard against the centre of your panties, and you gasp as you feel him pushing two fingers between your folds, forcing the fabric between them and against your pussy causing a sloshing sound of your wetness goes through the air.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking good, such a good girl for me, and so fucking wet for me already,” He says, his filthy words were a signal to you that something had snapped inside him, and something had been awoken inside him from the word ‘sir’. “Have you been imagining something like this happening before?” You had been, and you never in a million years thought that you would find yourself in this position. “I’ll tell you what, I’ve been imagining this, never thinking it was actually going to happen,” He slides his fingers around your folds, pushing more of the fabric between them, you could feel sweat building onto your skin as the temperature rises in his office. “So far, I’m not disappointed at all,” His fingers press down against your entrance, and you feel the fabric pushing down against your clit, the friction causing your breathing to hitch before the air in your lungs quickly leaves as you feel your panties being pushed inside you.
“Sir, oh my fucking gosh, fuck, sir!” You moan, the feeling of your panties sliding against the bundle of nerves was causing a knot of tension to build inside you, and the feeling of his fingers sliding inside you, stretching your walls, the rough fabric around his fingers was making you gasp and causing your mind to spin. “SiiIirrr!” Your head turns from side to side as you try to keep yourself standing. “Oh my fucking…” His fingers slide out from you, and you feel the fabric loosen against your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you gasp for air.
“What a pretty look that is,” He states before pushing his fingers back inside you. “Will you cum for me while I use your own panties to fuck you?” You could hear your juices sloshing each time his fingers pushed inside you and slid out. You move your hands to his shoulders and hold onto him, your fingers dig into his skin as you try to hold onto reality, but it was slipping from you, and quickly.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh, my fucking!” You moan as your lids flutter, and you lean your head back against the window, gasping for air as heat courses throughout your body, your skin feels like it is on fire. “SIR!” You slam your hands against the window behind you, scratching at it as you feel a high quickly approaching you. “SIR, SIR!” He curls his fingers inside you, the fabric rubs against your walls, and you suck your stomach in as you feel the tension growing bigger inside you. “I’m… I’m go-gonna…” Your head turns to the side and your lids flutter, you push your hips forward, trying to get his fingers to slide in deeper, desperate to feel them reaching deeper.
“Such a needy little thing,” He mumbles, and you feel his fingers come to a half inside you. “Do you want to cum like this?” You slowly turn your head to look at him, your breathing is loud. “On my fingers, through your panties?” You could feel your high slowly subsiding the longer his fingers went unmoving inside you.
“… Yes,” You whisper. “Fuck, yes, sir,” You say louder this time. “I want to so badly right now, fuck,” He leans closer to you, and you hold your breath as his forehead almost touches yours, he looks into your eyes with an intense gaze, your jaw slacks and a moan leaves your lips as his fingers begin pumping in and out of you again. “Siiirr, I s-siiir,” You try to keep your eyes open, not wanting to look away from the hypnotising gaze he had. “I… I…” You feel his fingers pull out from you completely. “Siiiirrr, nooo, no, no!” His fingers hook the side of your panties and your back arches as you feel the fabric being pulled away from your sensitive pussy.
“Be patient…” He mumbles. You blink rapidly as you try to focus on what he had said, his fingers brush against your outer lips, spreading your juices over the crease of your pussy before his fingers slip between your folds, you hold your breath as you feel three digits pressing against your entrance. “Will you be a good girl for me and take it?” You were certain that you were wet enough to take them, the thought of three of his fingers filling you was making your mind spin, and you felt unstable on your feet.
“Yes, fuck… fuck, yes, sir, I can!” You cry out desperately, desperate to feel his fingers inside you again, desperate to have a release. His fingers push against your entrance, slowly slipping inside you, your lips part as his fingers stretch your walls, the feeling of them moving inside and filling you, it felt for a moment like you were floating. “Siiiiirrrr!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your lids shut, specs of dust begin to appear behind them as you feel his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you, spreading them open inside you to cause more of a stretch inside you every few pumps. “I’m… I…” You were breathing loudly, and your fingers scratched the glass behind you.
“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone, which sends a shockwave up your spine, his thumb presses against your clit, and you lean back, throwing your back and pushing it against the glass.
“SIIRR!” You cry as fireworks explode behind your lids as the ball of tension inside you explodes, your walls pulse around his fingers as you cum around them. “SIIR, OH MY… OHH, OH, UH, UHM!” His other hand cups your tit and rubs his thumb over your nipple, adding to the stimulation already coursing through you, your body shakes against the window, and you feel like you’re floating on cloud nine. “SIRRR, FUCKFUCKFUCK!” Your toes curl into the floor as a hot tingling sensation shoots up your legs going straight to your pussy, his fingers rapidly pump in and out of you while his thumbs were rubbing your clit and nipple.
“What a good girl for me, making such a pretty mess on my hand,” He coos with a deep tone. “I wonder how you’re going to taste,” His words ease you through the high as you slowly come down from it, your body slowly stops shaking until you’re just leaning against the window for support.
“Siiirrr!” You moan, your body felt tingly and sticky and your mind was a complete haze. His fingers slow down until he completely stops and keeps them buried inside you, his thumb slides away from your nipple, but he keeps his hold on your boob.
“The way you look when you’re cumming…” He begins to say in that deep fucking voice that was always a weakness to you, but hearing him speak after you’ve just gone through a high, it sounded so much different and in a good way. “You look so good, fuck, it’s a sight to behold,” You slowly open your eyes and blink rapidly to adjust to the light, his face was still extremely close to you. You feel his fingers slowly slide out from you., making you shake and twitch at the friction that it caused
“Oh, uh, uhm, sir…” You moan at the light friction being caused, he pulls his hand away from your pussy, the pressure against your clit disappears, and your pussy suddenly feels empty and cold without his hand there, your body freezes as you watch his hand appear in your line of sight, he leans back slightly, and you watch as he moves his hand closer to his face. “Sir…” Your voice just above a whisper, your breathing hitches as you watch him place his middle finger into his mouth, his lips close around his finger, and you watch as he slowly pulls it out, cleaning your juices from it.
“Hmm, so good,” He says and licks his lips, he takes a step back and your eyes drop between your bodies, catching the tent that had formed in his pants, fuck, it must have felt so restricted.
“Mr Baek, sir…” You breathe out, you lift your gaze to look at him. “May I help you with that problem?” You move your hand to cup his cock through his pants and watch as his lids flutter, you slide your hand along his length until it reaches the top of his pants where his belt was, you bring your other hand to his pants and undo the belt, the metal clinging together causes your inside to twist at the sound of it, you pull the belt out from the loops and toss it aside before you undo the button of his pants and pull the zipper down, his pants fall to his knees before you bend over to tug them down further until they’re pooling around his ankles, covering his shoes. You look up at him before sinking to your knees and moving your hands to the elastic of his underwear, you carefully pull it over his cock, causing it to spring free and slap against his lower stomach, leaving a splatter of pre-cum behind on his skin, his underwear pools around his ankles, and you carefully help him step out of them, pushing them aside.
“Let me get your shoes too…” You mumble and untie his shoes and slip them off one at a time, pushing them out of the way along with everything else, making sure they wouldn’t get in the way, your fingertips brush over the top of his thighs before you move one hand to hold onto the side of his thigh while you slide your other hand closer to his pubic bone, the head of his cock was red and glistening with pre-cum, you swear you could feel your pussy becoming more wet at the sight in front of you, you had to be dreaming, but you hoped that this wasn’t a dream and it was actually happening.
“Fuck, what a sight to have you like that in front go me,” He says. You slide your hand over his pubic bone and move it towards his balls before cupping them, your fingers slowly knead into them, and you hear a strained groan leaving the back of his throat. “That… oh, dear fucking hell…” You lean closer and kiss the crease of his hip and slowly move a little closer to the top of his pubic bone. “Fuck…” You were savouring the moment and taking your absolute time. He presses one of his hands against the window while his other hand moves to the back of your head and slide his fingers through your hair, getting the juices that were still stuck to his fingers into your hair, if this was any other time or moment and he or anyone else would have done that, you would have pulled back and rushed to feel how much had gotten stuck in your hair before speeding to the showers, but right now, you were in front of your boss, the hottest man you have ever met, and the man that you had a huge crush on, almost completely naked and on your knees and moments away from sucking him off, there was no way you were stopping now.
You glance up at him and find him already looking down at you, you lick your lips and turn your head and place a kiss on the side of his cock, making him inhale sharply, you release his balls and slide your hand away from them before your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, you flatten your tongue against the side of his cock and lick a slow stripe upwards to the tip of it.
“Ohh, fucking… that feels so nice, so good,” He groans. Your hand slides along his length, pausing once it almost reaches the top before you slide it back down to the base, your tongue circles over the tip of his cock, sliding it through the slit at the tip of his cock, and the saltiness bursts inside your mouth as you taste his pre-cum. “Ohh, fucking, jeez, ho-how th-the, th-that feels s-so good,” Just hearing him stutter because of you were causing your confidence to grow with what you were doing, your hand twists and turns around the base of his cock, adding to the sensation that was travelling through his body, you slide your tongue down the side of his cock, reaching your hand before you lick back upwards, his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, his grip in your hair was getting tighter, your tongue swirls over the tip of his cock before you slide it down the underside of it. “Fuuuuck,” His deep voice went straight to your soaking and needy pussy, making it twitch and grow wetter, if that was possible. You make your way to the tip of his cock and slide your tongue around it, avoiding the top part completely. “Wh-where did you l-learn that?” You pulled back from licking him, and you swore you had heard a whine leave his lips.
“Like I will spill my secrets,” You say, your secrets being the books and fiction you read online and maybe a video here and there, but that could be shared at another time, now was definitely not the time. You gently blow cool air against his cock and your eyes flicker to his stomach, and you watch as he sucks it in, the muscles pull together, and the sight is absolutely mouth-watering. You slide your hand that had been on the side of his thigh to the back of it before moving it upwards until it reaches his ass cheek, you give it a squeeze while at the same time you lean closer and press your tongue against his cock, you look up at his face and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, you lick upwards to the top of his cock before you wrap your lips around him, something he wasn’t expecting to happen.
“FUCK!” He groans loudly at the sudden warmth of your mouth engulfing the tip of his cock, his hips thrust forward, and his cock slides deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you feel your gag reflexes threatening to kick in, tears form in your eyes as you pull back and take in a few deep breaths through your nose. “Fuck, that, too good, fuck… sorry,” His hand releases your hair, and he slides it to the side of your face and cups your cheek, you could feel some of your cum being spread onto your skin as he does, he opens his eyes, blinking rapidly as he looks down at you, you hallow your cheeks as you suck on his cock, the sounds leaving from your lips were pure sin, and he absolutely loved it, seeing your mouth stuffed with his cock and you looking up at him with tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, fuck, he swears that he could spill his load right into your mouth in that very moment, but what he really wanted to do was push you up against the window and have you look over the city as he takes you from behind, his mind becomes hazy at the thought and the sinful sounds coming from your mouth around his cock wasn’t helping at all.
“Fucking shit,” He moans and moves his hand underneath your chin, your tongue was playing with the slit on his cock while sucking him simultaneously. “Fuck, get up, get up, I need to be inside you, baby,” Your insides flip at his words, and you slowly pull back from his cock before releasing him with a loud pop. “Fucking…” He groans at the feeling, silver strings of saliva break off from his cock and spill onto your chin. He tilts your head backwards to have you look up at him, your lips are swollen, and your chin is coated with your spit as it rolls down your chin towards his fingers. “I need to feel you around me, get up and turn around,” He lowers his hand from the glass and holds it out for you, you unwrap your hand from around his cock and place it into his hand, he could feel how warm and wet your hand was from touching him as he wraps his hand around yours, a soft squelching sound goes through the air before helps you to your feet, you stare into his eyes as he releases your chin and drops his hand to your waist before he releases your hand, and you were turned around to look over the city.
His hand slides up your spine and settles between your shoulder blades before he pushes your forward against the glass, you gasp as your chest hits the cold glass and your nipples instantly grow hard and your pussy twitches at the sensation, your cheek is pressed against the glass, and you instantly push your hips back, pushing your ass out, his cock pushes against your ass through your panties. You feel his hand slide between your legs and slide along your clothed folds before you feel his fingers hook the side of your panties.
“Let’s just move this aside,” He says and pulls the fabric to the side, you feel his cock move away from your ass and moments later it slides between your folds, your lips part as you feel his length slide over your clit as he coats his cock with your juices. “You’re soaking, did playing with my cock make you wetter?”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes it did,” You breathe out. You feel his cock sliding to your entrance before the tip slips into you, he moves his hand to your hip and digs his fingers into your skin as he pushes his hips forwards, his cock slowly slides into you, stretching your walls and filling your hole. “Ohh, my fucking, sir, oh fuck, that feels, you feel, fuck… you’re so biiigg,” You moan and shut your eyes, the sensation of his cock sliding into you was making your mind spin, and you could feel a knot forming inside you already. “Fucking, shit, Mr Baek, how could I not get wetter with how— oh, oh, fuck— how good you tasted?”
“Such a filthy mouth you have there,” He says. His mind was spinning as he felt your walls squeeze down around him as he slid deeper and deeper into you. “Uhh, oh, fuck… shit, you feel so good around me,” You lift your hands and press them against the glass next to your head, your muscles were starting to tense at how good it was already feeling. His hips press against your ass once he was fully buried inside, your pussy felt stuffed as he stretched your walls, you were breathing hard as you take a few seconds to adjust to his size, fucking hell, you had a feeling that it would feel like this when you had seen it. His hand between your shoulder blades slides upwards and into your hair, pulling it into a messy hold, his lips touch the back of your shoulder, and he kisses his way up to the top of it.
“Mr Baek, sir…” You moan as your lids flutter, you feel his cock shift inside you before you feel it slide out which makes you suck your stomach in, you feel it being pushed back inside you, filling you to the brim with his cock. “Mr Baek, fuck!” The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, and the windows quickly become fogged from how hot it was becoming in his office. His balls slap against your folds with each thrust, adding to the sensation going through your body. “Ohh, uhhh, so-so, good,” His lips slide over your shoulder and move to the back of your neck.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” He moans. The sound of your moans mixing with his bounces off the walls, you are thankful everyone had gone home, otherwise they would have heard the sinful sounds coming from his office, you mentally thank Mr Kai for wanting to schedule a meeting with Mr Baek so late and then needing to cancel on such short notice. “Shit, I wish I had done this sooner,” You could feel your juices splattering everywhere with each thrust. “That’s it, squeeze my cock,” Your walls were pulsing around him, and you were getting closer to a release.
“Sir, fuck, you feel so good…” You moan. His hand on your hip slides to the front and he presses down against your abdomen. “FUCK!” It was a feeling you couldn’t describe, your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut. “Oh, my fucking…” He could feel his cock moving inside you as he pressed down against your abdomen, and you swear you could feel it also, which was causing your mind to spin with ecstasy. “SIR!” You scratch at the glass as you feel your body tensing up, a tingling sensation slowly making its way up your legs, your back arches as you feel his cock stroking every right spot inside you. “Fucking… I, oh, my fucking… shit, siiiiirrrr,” His grip on your hair tightens as he feels your walls squeezing around his cock, milking him to spill his load into you.
“Fuck,” He grunts against the back of your neck. “We sh-should have done this a lot ea-earlier, what do you think?” It felt so good being buried inside you and feeling your body reacting to him, if he knew you wanted this as badly as he did too, he would have acted on his thoughts weeks earlier. “Fuck, it’s so good,” The front of his thighs were getting coated with your juices as they splatter onto him, he could feel your juices spilling over his balls as well as they hit your pussy. “Fuck, does that feel good?” His hand slides downwards, and you feel him grip onto your inner thigh.
“Fuuuck, fuck!” You gasp as you feel his fingers grip tightly onto you. “Mr Baek, siiiirr!” Your legs felt wobbly, and you weren’t sure how long you were going to be able to keep standing. “Siiiirrr!” His hand slides higher, and he cups your mound, moving his fingers between your folds and rubbing them around your clit. “Oh, my fucking…” You could see specs of dust forming behind your eyelids, you were close. “SIR!” His hand releases your hair, and he slides it over your spine before he grips onto your hips and begins guiding you over him at a much faster pace. “FUCK, I’M GONNA!” Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks and your body begins to feel overwhelmed. “MR BAEK!” His lips move to your earlobe, and you feel his hot breathing against it, your insides squeeze together which causes your walls to clamp down around him, and he can feel his balls starting to tighten.
“Cum for me, baby, make a mess on my cock,” He mumbles lowly in your ear. Your breathing stops for a few seconds. “Let it go…” It was like a switch was flipped inside you at his words, stars explode behind your lids and the tightening feeling inside you comes undone, your toes curl into the floor and your body shakes as you cum around his cock.
“SIR, OH, UH, UHM!” You moan loudly. You squeeze your lids tighter shut as you go through your high, your mind felt like it was floating in the sky as his fingers rub mercilessly over your clit, causing your body to jerk each time they made contact with the bundle of nerves. “OHMF!” You manage to turn your head to the other side, pressing your warm cheek against the cold glass.
“That’s it, what a good girl you are…” He coos into your ear. His fingers rubbing over your clit slows down as he eases you through your high, while slowly starting to chase his own high building at a rapid pace, his thrusts were becoming uneven and sloppy and his grunts were starting to sound more needy. “I’m close… fuck, I’m going to…” His grip on your hip tightens as he tries to get to his high faster, and your walls squeeze around him, helping him get to his release while still going through your own.
“SIR, oh, my fucking… gosh,” You gasp out as you slowly begin coming down from your high. You could feel how desperate his thrusts were becoming as he held onto you, still trying to guide your hips over his cock. “Fuck, feels so good…” Tingles were spreading over your body from the high you had just experienced, and your mind was still spinning from the emotions that had gone through you, at the same time you could feel your energy quickly drain from your body. “Mr Baek, sir…” It felt like your clit had gained a heartbeat as he tries to keep rubbing it, but it was becoming impossible for him to focus on anything else other than reaching his high.
“I’m going to…” His voice sounded strained as he groans, he suddenly thrusts forward harshly, pressing himself fully against your back, his cock buries deep inside you, and you swear you could feel his stomach twitch against your back, his cock twitches inside you before his load spills into you, and he buries his head against the back of your neck and lets out a low long groan. “Fuuuuuccckkkk,” You feel him push his hips more against you, trying to hold onto the feeling that was going through him, you move your hips, causing friction around his cock. “Fucking hell, uhmm, that… ohh, ffucking…” His fingers move away from your clit and press down against the crease of your folds before he slides them away, and he holds onto your mound, you keep moving your hips to ease him through his high as he holds onto you, and gently rocks his hips against yours. The feeling of his load spilling into you was something you couldn’t explain, it felt filthy yet so good, wrong, yet so right.
“Uhh, uh,” His low groans so close to your ear were causing your walls to pulse around him. “Fuck…” You feel his body weight push against yours as he begins coming down from his high, his breathing is hard against your neck as he tries to catch his breath. He was the only thing now keeping you on your feet. You just wanted to collapse to the floor and lay there for a few minutes to try and regain some strength. “How are you feeling?” His voice was muffled against your neck. “Is anything sore, or hurting, are you experiencing any discomfort?” You didn’t expect him to ask you, but the fact that he did caused your heart to swell, and you didn’t think it was possible for you to fall for him even more.
“I’m… okay,” You answer slowly. “It’s all okay,” Everything that happened just now, slowly began going through your mind, and he could feel your body tense up against his. “Mr Baek…” Your voice was soft, just above a whisper. “We should clean up, it’s getting late…” His hand moves away from your mound, and you feel it slide up your stomach, leaving behind a trail of your juices on your skin before pausing just beneath your sternum.
“Do you like me Ms Y/l/n?” He suddenly asks. “Answer me honestly here,” You lick your lips and open your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust your vision to the light. You may as well confess your crush on him, seeing as he was still buried deep inside you.
“Too much… sir,” You whisper. “I like you too much, sir, and I have been for a while now,” He slowly pulls out from you, causing a whine to leave your lips as you feel his soft cock slipping from you, your panties slightly move, and you feel your mixed juices slipping down the inside of your legs. “I have had a crush on you ever since I started working as your secretary…”
“I like you too,” He says. “And I would like to get to know you outside of work,” You push your hands against the glass and push yourself away from it, your skin peels away from it, and you can see the top part of your body imprinted against the glass from all the sweat. “If that’s what you want,” You turn around, and his hand on your hip slides over your back until it settles on the opposite hip, you lean back against the window, flinching at the cold surface against your hot skin, but you needed something to keep yourself upright. The troubling thoughts that had started racing through your mind had suddenly stopped, he wanted to get to know you… That alone caused a goofy smile to appear on your lips.
“I would like to do that,” You say. “But right now… I want to get home and wash my hair,” You watch as his eyes flicker to the top of your head, some strands were standing up straight and bent as the cum had dried in it.
“Ah… right,” He quietly says. “I’m sorry for… getting it in your hair,” He reaches for your hair and carefully pats it down, causing you to chuckle. “Let me wash it for you though, as a way to show you how truly sorry I am for getting your hair dirty,” You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you think it over. “Come to my place, and I’ll wash it for you and take you home with a fresh pair of clothes.”
“I… your offer sounds so tempting, Mr Baek,” You say, unsure of what you were supposed to say or how to respond to him. “But how would I get them back to you?” He gently smiles and steps closer to you, closing the distance that had grown between the both of you.
“The next time you come over to my place,” He says. “And one more thing, when we’re like this… call me Juho,” Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, kissing you for the first time, and fuck, did you wish he had done it sooner, your eyes fall shut as you take in the feeling of his lips moving against yours, you reach up and move your hand to the back of his head, sliding your fingers into his hair, pushing yourself more against him, the kiss felt intoxicating, and you definitely wouldn’t mind feeling his lips against yours occasionally.
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Bittersweet Memories
Summary: Sometimes, you have to go back to the place it all began, to relive what once was.
Pairing: Baek Juho x OC
Genre: Angst, One-Shot, Collab/Event
Tropes: Fantasy!AU, Faun!idol, tennyo!OC, strangers to lovers to strangers
Word Count: 1.3K
Contains: circular storytelling, flashbacks (anything italicized is a flashback), one mention of suggestive content (no details), lots of angst
A/N: Fantasy, I apologize in advance for what I've done to the poor sweetheart. This was what instantly came to mind when presented with the Mocha Madness event. Also, Ceres is a likeness to the titular character of an anime I adored way back in middle school titled Ayashi No Ceres.
"Can I get a mochaccino, Cupid?" The faun man orders as calmly as usual, adding, "Make it a double. I need a pick-me-up."
After placing the coins on the counter, Zuho makes his way to his usual table. Pulling his chair out, he sits down, carefully swinging his tail behind him to avoid sitting on it. Placing an elbow on the dark mahogany table, he rests his chin on his palm as he stares at the empty chair in front of him, zoning out into his own little world.
"Can I try the house coffee? It's my first time here."
Hearing a shy but angelic voice, he lifts his head to see her. More beautiful than most creatures who frequent the cafe, her long, healthy black hair flowing freely down her back and her beautiful blue silk kimono makes her appear heavenly to the lone faun sitting nearby. Seeing Zuho's gaze on the newcomer, Cupid points the lady in his direction and suggests him as a kind regular.
Thanking Cupid and paying for her drink, the captivating stranger approaches Zuho and asks whether she could sit with him. Moving his latte closer to himself, he motions to the chair as words betray him by failing to leave his lips entirely.
"Thank you. I hear you're a regular. I'm new around here and qould love a guide, if you're so willing."
"Sure, I would be happy to help. My name is Zuho."
Shining a smile that can cure any ailments, she responds, "Nice to meet you, Zuho. My name is Cerea. I'm a tennin - or a tennyo, more specifically - and I've wanted to roam earth for a bit now but was scared. It's nice to know somebody is willing to help lead me in good directions."
"A tennyo - no wonder you're so beautiful. I'm a faun, as you may be able to guess." He gestures around himself to show off his horns, tail, and hooves. "Although I'm often confused for a satyr since we're distant cousins in looks."
As he learns more about Ceres, he finds that her beauty goes beyond her style and appearance. Feeling her kindness in every word, Zuho befriends her quickly, establishing the next time to meet.
"Here you go, Zu." Cupid places the glass mug in front of the faun, bringing him back to reality momentarily.
"Thanks, Cupid. I really need it today."
Patting the man on the back, Cupid returns to the counter with hopes that the strength of the drink will help his friend return to his usual chipper self.
As he takes a sip, Zuho remembers the day he began dating Ceres - a time now as bittersweet in his mind as the drink hitting his tongue.
For the first time, they meet outside of the cafe. Bringing Zuho to a nice, calm meadow outside of the city, Ceres beams over the idea of enjoying one another's company out in nature.
Most of the date, they sit next to each other on the grass silently, gazing at the flowers swaying in the light wind or viewing the clouds floating lazily against the azure sky. After a while, Zuho turns to admire Ceres.
Feeling his gaze after a few minutes, Ceres turns towards him. His loving eyes bring a soft smile to her lips. Her dark hair contrasting the colorful surroundings, Zuho brushes a loose strand behind her shoulder, letting it sway in the wind alongside the flowers.
"Ceres," He starts, his gaze shifting around her. "Would you like to date?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Ceres leans in, cupping her partner's face to kiss his nose in acceptance.
Putting the cup back onto the table, Zuho feels the tears welling up in his throat. Bending forward and placing his forehead next to the glass, the faun's tail swipes furiously behind him as his emotions overwhelm him. Looking on from the counter, Cupid feels the pang of heartbreak seep into his heart, remembering how well the couple got along until yesterday's incident. As Zuho lets his tears fall onto the wood, a montage of happy moments runs through his mind, only to be squashed by the memory of yesterday.
Kissing feels like visiting heaven. Her hugs are a warm embrace, even on the coldest winter days. A smile in his direction brightens his whole day. Her voice rings in his ears like his favorite bard's most uplifting tune, her laugh like the twinkling bells that ding in the markets.
Zuho is head over hooves for Ceres.
She feels the same way - it's obvious to everyone around them, even if she never says so. Heavens forbid, she even debates herself silently on whether or not to give him her celestial robes to take him as her husband. As far as anyone can see, this tennyo and faun are a representation of the truest form of love. The bards have written songs based on their shows of affection, the scholars have noted their actions for future generations to look upon as proof of love's existence. As innocent as the two of them are, planning to propose to one another in a worthwhile way without letting the other catch on to their schemes, the entire city supports them at this point. Everyone felt their love brighten the town.
It was all going splendidly until one day ago - the day tragedy struck. As Ceres bathes in a secluded pond, preparing herself to hand over her robes, but those exact robes are stolen from the branch she placed them upon. In a massive fit of jealousy, a lonely goblin learned about the tennin conditions for marriage and took it upon himself to snatch the opportunity to secure an eye-catching bride.
Despite outrage from everyone in the city, Ceres cannot disobey the laws of her kind. Bawling her eyes out, she begrudgingly follows the goblin to his home. Zuho, upon learning of the travesty, follows, losing sanity as he begs and pleads at their feet. He offers up anything and everything he owns to the goblin in a desperate attempt to earn the hagoromo for himself, but the goblin doesn't budge - rather, he enjoys seeing the faun dirtying his fur to beg him for the item.
He slams the door to his small abode in Zuho's face with an evil smile. Unable to muster the energy to return to the city, Zuho stays on the ground for hours and hears them finalize the marriage. With that final step complete, Zuho feels his heart snap into a million pieces, falling upon the loose dirt in front of the home.
As his tears slow, he wonders whether he stalled too long to ask Ceres to marry him. At this point, he feels as if the gods must be spiting him for some reason. Wondering what he could've done to deserve the torture he received, he lifts his head from the table to see a cookie sitting on a napkin next to his drink. He looks over to Cupid, who is busy cleaning mugs. Silently thanking his friend, he wipes away the remaining tears and takes a big bite of the cookie.
Although certain he hasn't had one before, the cookie tastes oddly familiar - sweet with touches of familiar magic mixed into the cinnamon and sugar. He closes his eyes as he takes another bite, savoring the flavor in an attempt to identify the source of the familiarity.
Suddenly, an all too familiar voice graces his ears. As if he traveled back in time, he opens his eyes to find Ceres talking to Cupid at the counter, in the same blue silk from the first time he laid eyes on her. Even the cookie has disappeared from his hand, and the mocha is replaced by a latte.
"Can I try the house coffee? It's my first time here."
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Love your sf9 stuff!
Was wondering if you could write an SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night?? Thank you!
Sorry for the late answer. Thank you for requesting!
SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night
Pairing: SF9 x female reader
Warnings: oral, fingering, masturbation, mentions of sex, everything in this piece happens with consent.
Bonus song rec: UFO, by Gemini ft. Seori.
smut content under the cut
Youngbin:
You deliberately wake him up, but with kind touches. Once he asks what the problem is, you say you need his help. "Nightmare??" he supposes pulling you closer, which obligates you to be explicit. He chuckles with a hint of malice and tells you to undress both of you then he is gonna do the job. The way he penetrates you is rather romantic at this time.
Inseong:
Waking him up is harder than you expected. However, the more you talk profanities into his ear as you lay very closer to him, the wetter you get. "You nasty" he finally moans back in a low tone. "Yes, I'm the nastiest!" you whine out excited. "Will you fuck yourself on my dick right now?" he asks with a jerk, knowing that this is all you want. You just need to climb on top of him.
Jaeyoon:
Jaeyoon immediately smiles at your filthy approach under the sheets but he is lazy. He slowly palms you back to reach your folds. "Are you wet?" He sounds curious but also hazy. Anyways, he is pretty caring and starts pumping your hole with two fingers as soon he figures out that you are lubrificated.
Dawon:
This boy is easily woken up. The first complaint that reaches his ear gets him alert. "Yes, doll". When you kiss him in the mouth, he gets it right away. You won't even need to move, he blindly goes to your bottoms and removes them, you are curious to discover what's he's going for. Maybe he will eat you out, maybe he will tease your entrance with those thick fingers of his.
Zuho:
He wakes up so lost and confused, you have to kiss him into comprehension. Since your kiss is much dirtier than he expects in the middle of the night, he slowly understands that there's something off. He places his hand spread onto your butt cheek and massages its flesh. "Oh shit, my princess needs to be fucked back to sleep". He will do it still half-asleep and still clothed but it's perfect to have your eyelids heavy again.
Rowoon:
Dragging him out of dreamland this late is harder than anything. He turns to the side and purrs at your approach. You are almost giving up, resigned to only sucking on his fingers when he suddenly asks if you need your pussy eaten out. "Please, my love" you cry, pulling his damp fingers out of your mouth. He clumsily slides underneath the blanket, intruding between your legs.
Yoo Taeyang:
Taeyang having a hard-on even though he is asleep is quite frequent. He often fix it without bothering you when his cock wakes him up. It goes differently when you are the one opening your eyes to your wet pussy instead. You palm him tenderly, with a pouty in your lips and kisses onto his neck. "What's it, baby girl?" he asks, feeling his member hardening into your fist. "Give it to me" you implore. Just a few more strokes and he stretches you out.
Hwiyoung:
He can't do nothing but whine once you interrupt his rest so you apologize. It's embarrassing but you're still very needy. You spread your legs, intent on taking care of yourself when Youngkyun start sucking on your shoulder and covers your hand with his. He stops the circles you were making with your fingers and checks your arousal without a word. Your fluids are enough to coat his digits thus he rubs your clit with ease.
Chani:
You all have established something similar to free use, hence you start touching his body as your whines fill the room. He takes a while to wake up, you humping his front with effort. At some point, he hisses a curse and grinds back on you before sliding his hand between the two of you. Just a small movement and his half-hard shaft is free for you to play with.
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Path of Crowned Shadows
Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader
Soulmate, vampire au.
Wordcount ≈ 8.5k
Warnings: None I think,
Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon!
Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter.
Third Person POV
In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.
Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.
As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.
Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.
His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.
Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.
In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.
Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.
Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.
In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.
Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.
Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.
Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.
The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.
As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.
Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.
His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.
Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.
On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.
Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.
Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.
Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.
Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.
The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.
Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.
Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.
His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.
Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.
The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.
Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.
Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.
Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.
Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.
The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.
In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.
In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.
(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.
Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.
Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.
As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.
The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.
As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.
In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.
Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.
The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.
The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.
As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.
The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.
Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.
The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.
Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.
As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.
The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.
In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.
The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.
A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.
Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.
The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.
At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.
The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.
As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny.
(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.
The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.
As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?
The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.
Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.
In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.
In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.
With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest.
As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.
(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."
As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.
Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"
The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.
The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.
As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.
The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.
The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.
His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.
"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.
Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.
The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.
As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.
Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.
However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.
Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.
Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.
The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.
With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.
Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.
"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.
The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.
As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.
As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.
"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.
The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.
"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."
Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."
Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."
Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."
In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.
As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.
Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.
"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."
The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.
The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.
"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."
As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.
The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.
With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"
The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.
Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."
Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."
The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.
Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."
Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."
The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.
As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.
Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.
"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.
(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.
In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.
As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.
The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.
With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.
After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."
The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.
Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.
As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.
And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.
Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.
Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.
The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.
As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.
The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.
As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.
Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.
With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.
The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.
As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.
Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.
The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.
Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.
As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.
The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.
In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.
In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.
Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.
Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.
In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.
Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.
Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.
Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.
In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.
The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.
However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.
The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.
As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.
The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.
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Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?
Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx
SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them
Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.
When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.
Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.
You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.
Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.
Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.
Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.
Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.
Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.
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| "All I've been thinking about is you. What do you think? Can you still be my friend in this situation? Can we put our arms around each other's shoulders and hug each other, like nothing happened? I can't.""
Star Struck (Joe Yoo Jae [Baek Zu Ho] in focus. 2023 - EP6)
#star struck#starstruck#star struck series#baek zuho#yoojae#korean drama#people take his character too lightly#but imagine your life long friend is abandoning you#what did you do so wrong that you are the one to be left behind?#hanjoon legit told him he would never see him again#and nobody bats an eye for that#i guess i'm too stupid to understand hanjoon#bykingc
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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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Kinkmas - Day 12 - Cuckholding W/ Zuho and Hwiyoung
Post Date: 12th December 2022
Content: Smut - SF9 Zuho x Reader x SF9 Hwiyoung
WC: 1.3K
TW?: Cuckholding/ Boyfriend & Roomate!Zuho/ Roommate!Hwiyoung/ Hair Pulling/ Masterbating/ Oral (Giving)
Summary: When his date doesn’t go to plan, Hwiyoung gets something extra special to spend his Christmas holiday with you and Zuho.
Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list
Hwiyoung patiently waits outside the restaurant, freezing in the bitter winter wind, clasping his hands together for warmth. Waiting for his date to show up, but she never does. Texting him hours later that she had a date with someone else, telling him how sorry she was when in reality, She didn't care. But he did. He liked her, a lot. Finding someone to take his mind off of you, his best friend's girlfriend. Who he's had a crush on since forever, and doesn't want to get in trouble with Zuho for having such. Trying to change it ASAP.
However, it wasn't like Zuho didn't know. Zuho could tell Hwiyoung was head over heels for you, the way he blushed when you spoke to him, the way he'd get shy when you offered to give him a hug when he needed comfort. He couldn't be mad that people had eyes on his girlfriend. He couldn't blame them.
If anything, this just makes interesting conversations between you and your boyfriend, about trying something out of the box, having threesomes usually comes to mind when talking, but Zuho wants to give Hwiyoung a little early Christmas present.
"How did your date go?" Zuho asks, sipping at the hot chocolate you had just freshly made as Hwiyoung walks through the door, saddened in the face seeing you both cuddled up on the couch.
Hwiyoung sighs, chucking off his shoes, and slouches down on the armchair opposite you both, ignoring how comfortable the both of you were as he hangs his head slowly, "It didn't happen, she was seeing someone else".
It was actually painful to see how hurt your friend was, especially for Zuho who told him to go for it, now feeling guilty he helped get him in contact with her in the first place.
"I'm so sorry, man," Zuho says quietly, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder as he turns to you, looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.
He knows exactly what that look is for, looking at you with a smirk growing on his face. What better time to give Hwiyoung his Christmas gift than now? Nodding slowly at you, you move from beside him to make your way over to Hwiyoung whose eyes shoot wide open when you take a seat on his lap, looking at Zuho to make sure that he was okay with what was going on.
Adjusting yourself on his lap, you straddle him, arms on his shoulders. Hwiyoung is still looking at Zuho who winks at him, “Go on baby, give him his early Christmas present,” He purrs, winking at you too when you briefly turn to look at him.
“Christmas present?” Hwiyoung scoffs in disbelief, gasping when your lips press against his neck in an attempt to calm him down, trailing up the sensitive, tanned skin as you breathe lightly.
Lifting your head away, you look at him deeply in the eyes, pouting, “You want this Christmas present don’t you, Youngie?” your words make him speechless as your play with the hair on the back of his head, smiling ear to ear when he nods slowly, looking at his best friend for the okay one last time.
“She’s all for you tonight, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Zuho asks, sipping his hot chocolate as he shuffles on the couch, getting comfortable, and ready for the show.
Though very shy about it, Hwiyoung’s shy smile turns into something lustful, eyes turning dark when looking back at you, lips parting ready for yours to attach to them.
The second your lips touch his, his body burns up, and his chest starts to rise and fall at a quickened pace as you lightly tug at his hair, making him groan into your mouth and you fully take it in and start to roll your hips on him.
He slowly starts to lose control, in the mood with his hands roaming your body freely, falling to your hips, and giving them a tight squeeze. His lips never leave yours, addicted to you and your taste, tongue swiping your lip for permission to enter, gliding across yours when you allow.
“Isn’t she such a good kisser? My baby is perfection,” Zuho growls deeply, eyes on you like a hawk on its prey, loving every moment of this, more than he could honestly say.
Pulling away to let him reply, you make a move back to his neck, bruising it slightly from the light biting and sucking on the skin, “She is... Fuck,” Hwiyoung hisses, nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips.
A hand trails up your back, gliding under your hair to pull on it lightly, making your lips make a popping sound when pulling you off his neck. The smirk that he gives you sends shivers up your spine, both of you getting fully into it as you slide off his lap, moving down onto your knees before him as he spreads his legs slightly for you to fit between them.
“She’s such a good girl,” He whispers, eyes glued onto yours as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, giving it one pump to cover it in his pre-cum, looking back at Zuho for permission to continue.
“She’s a very good girl, go ahead, princess. You’re in control,” Replying, Zuho’s eyes are still glued on you, same with Hwiyoungs, pulling down his bottoms to let his own cock spring free, to please himself whilst watching the show.
Whilst Zuho’s hand strokes his own cock, hissing, you’re licking your lips, eyes still glued on Hwiyoung when you make a move to lick up his shaft, spitting on the tip. A grin grows on your face hearing him whimper, moving your hand up and down slowly, his eyes glued shut at the sensation.
Then you take him into your mouth, bit by bit, tongue swirling around his length as the tip eventually hits the back of your throat. His thighs tense up from the feeling. His head spun from the euphoria he was feeling, hand back up in your hair, pulling it lightly to lift you up to push you back down on his cock, making you gag.
“Fuck!” Hwiyoung moans out loud, the warm wet muscle of your mouth making his cock twitch within it, Zuho’s pace picks up to match the pace you were going at when sucking his best friend off, making him moan too.
In sync, the both of them hiss, “Her mouth is so perfect,” making you gag even more from hearing it, trying your best not to giggle but the vibrations from it make Hwiyoung whimper a little more, your tongue brushing over his tip making his head throw back.
Moments pass and Hwiyoung is completely falling apart from your lips being around his cock, edging closer and closer to his high, pulling on your hair a little harder, making you moan more. Addicted to the feeling, he continues to do it, seconds away from releasing from your moans on his cock.
His eyes shoot wide open when you continue to use your mouth on him, even seconds after his release, his hot cum spilling down the back of your throat as you suck him dry and overstimulate him slightly.
Pulling off him, you smirk and wipe your lips clean as he tries to gather himself together, panting from it.
Looking back to see Zuho wasn’t done yet, you go to move to him next, kneeling before him but he stops you, “Don’t you think we should give him a little extra, princess?”.
Both of you looking back at the fucked out best friend, you nod, inviting him over to join you both on the couch as you spend the rest of the night giving him a Christmas present that he’ll never, ever forget. Even with the possibility to have the chance to experience this once again.
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05-14-2023 yoo taeyang instagram story
#so many things to say#but I’m sad it was a silent video#and I can’t imagine just dawon and zuho in one car together lmao like???#sf9#yoo taeyang#hwiyoung#chani#ig: yoo taeyang
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Hello again 👋 I’m so happy to see your requests are open. I’ve been in such a soft mood lately. I would love to request Fluff #2 #12 and #30 with Zuho when you have time. 🥰 thank you and have a great day
Here you go, have a nice day too~
Zuho (SF9) | Breakfast in bed & Rainy day & “I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.”
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The rain pitter-patters against the window and the soft sound creates the perfect ambience for your rare lazy morning. Taking advantage of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, the television stays turned off. It’s just as well, because neither you nor Juho seem to be able to tear your eyes off each other. But who could blame you, when the morning light makes his features look so ethereal.
“You’re staring,” he mumbles around a bite of his food. The breakfast you’ve prepared together is simple yet delicious. That’s the secret ingredient - love, Juho has joked, and even if you’ve rolled your eyes then, a smile tugs at your lips at the memory.
“So are you,” you counter, voice equally quiet so as to not distract from the sound of rain. The view must be ridiculous - you, sitting inside what could easily be described as a nest made of blankets and pillows, all messy from being awake for less than an hour, and wearing the only piece of one-size-fits-all clothing that actually seems like it could fit anyone. It’s ridiculously warm and fluffy, and it has a hood and it’s long enough for you to curl in it like it’s a short blanket or a long hoodie. And it’s a neon green color that is no less ridiculous than the bright blue one Juho’s wearing. Truly a pair of fools.
“Because I love you,” he says with a self-satisfied grin. He's lucky he's cute.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I love you too?" you tease, reaching out with your fork to steal a bite from his plate. He defends against your half-hearted attack easily, so you let it go with only a hint of a pout on your lips.
"How does take out sound for lunch?" he asks, "Since we've already cooked today."
"Absolutely not," you deadpan. It was only yesterday that you told him you should really eat some hearty, delicious, and most importantly healthy meal. It's not like you feel like cooking, but at least one of you should be the voice of reason. No matter how much the other whines.
"We made the breakfast healthy enough," he tries to sway you. You look at the plate while you chew the bite you've taken. His statement is a little questionable. Unfortunately, not enough that it'd make your logic kick in. The image of a lazy day spent in bed is rather tempting…
"Ramen?" you suggest with a sigh. Maybe you'll feel less guilty if you do at least some cooking.
"Ramen it is!" Juho beams, a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds. You don't get why he's so obsessed with it. Whatever makes him happy, you guess.
"But you're helping me cook tomorrow, for real."
"Sure."
Happy and a only little dismayed by how easy it is to persuade yourself that one more day of unhealthy food is not going to hurt, you keep eating. It's quiet and the gentle ambience of rain reaches your ears once again.
It's not until you finish your food that you notice Juho's still half-full plate. You frown and look up at him only to be met with a fond expression on his face. He must've been staring at you for a while. He speaks up before you can.
“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time," he sighs with a wistful smile. Your mind blanks for a second. You have to look away and watch the raindrops race across the window because you can't hold his loving gaze any longer.
"That came out of nowhere," you mutter, trying hard to calm your erratic heart. He chuckles, shrugging.
"Look at us," his voice is as soft as the look in his eyes, "We're a mess but we keep staring at each other, we made breakfast, we'll stuff ourselves full with ramen later. I don't think we'll get out of bed much today."
"Your point?"
It's not that you don't like it. It's just that you haven't felt the butterflies in your stomach this strongly in a while and you don't know how to cope with that.
"I don't think just anyone can love like that," he says, now turning sheepish himself, "So thank you."
Softening at his shyness, you put a hand on his knee and squeeze.
"Thank you too," you give Juho a reassuring smile, "I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend."
He gasps, dramatically clutching at his chest as if your words have wounded him terribly.
"Boyfriend?" he scoffs, keeping up the charade. His eyes roll towards the ceiling like he can't believe his ears.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, love?" you quirk a brow at him, very much amused and in disbelief.
"Not yet," he grumbles and drops the act. He scoots closer until your knees bump together and he can pull you closer to him. His lips find your forehead. "Boyfriend is alright, for now."
You hum, shifting even closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The rain outside is picking up, and you realize that there's probably not enough food to make anything but ramen for lunch even if you wanted to. Whatever, Juho loves it and nothing can beat warm ramen on a cold day.
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Did You Touch Yourself? - Zuho / Baek Juho
W/C: 4.2K
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Prompts: “Did you touch yourself?” + “Don’t cum yet…”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, masturbation, shower sex, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, pet/nicknames, fingering, edging, praising, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Zuho has been busy for the past few days with work and schedules, and you have been left somewhat lonely, although, you did have the company of Huru and Ppang, but even they were missing their father and could sense that you were also. It was getting late, and you had decided that you needed some time to yourself and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind you to get some privacy and not get interrupted by one of them while you were getting busy.
You remove your pants and panties and toss them into the laundry basket, before you remove your shirt and bra and also toss them into the basket. You make your way towards the bed and climb on top of it and make yourself comfortable on it before slowly starting to touch yourself, you begin by sliding your hand over your chest and over your breast, your finger brushes over your nipple with a ghost-like touch before you press down a little harder on the bud and rub slow circles over it, causing it to harden. Your body was slowly heating up and the temperature in the room had shifted and was slowly rising, your breathing was slowing down and becoming deeper the more you were playing with your nipple. You could feel wetness slowly pooling between your folds as you were growing wetter, the feeling of your nipples getting attention was sending shockwaves down to your pussy.
“Ohh… Juho… Oh,” You mumble to yourself, trying to picture his hand touching you instead. You push your boob upwards before releasing it and sliding your hand down along your stomach, your fingers move over the crease of your hips and over your mound before you dip your hand lower. You move your fingers away from your pussy and slide them along the inside of your thigh, teasing yourself to make yourself wetter before you could touch yourself. You bite your lower lip and slowly slide your fingers over your folds and stroke along them. “Ohh, My…” You suddenly hear Huru and Ppang begin to meow, which makes you pause and stop breathing for a minute as well.
The sound of the keypad outside the apartment catches your attention first, and then the sound of the door opening and closer. Your eyes widen as you hear Zuho’s voice as he greets Huru and Ppang, you quickly jump off the bed and grab onto the first shirt you got your hands on, which just so happens to be one of Zuho’s. You pull it on and quickly pull at it to pull it into place, making sure it covered your pussy and ass before you opened the bedroom door and poke your head out to look at him. He was crouched by the door, rubbing Huru’s head.
“Juho!” You say and step out of the bedroom and make your way towards him. “I missed you,” He smiles and watches as you approach him, he notes that you’re wearing his shirt, and it's covering the important parts completely, which raises suspicion in his mind.
“I missed you too,” He says. “Were you about to take a shower?” He stands upright once you reach him and his babies and wrap his arms around you, you do the same with him and hold onto him tightly, and his hands slowly move lower and lower.
“Hmm!” You quickly hum. His hands slip past the shirt, and he cups your bare ass and squeezes it. “I was, but then I heard the kids meowing and figured that you just got home,” His hands move a little lower, and you begin tensing when you feel his fingers moving to the inside of your thighs. “I grabbed the closest thing I saw and put it on,” You release him from the hug, but he kept his hold on you, you were about to be busted for almost touching yourself. “Do you want to join?”
“I would love to,” He says and pulls his hand back, you visibly relax, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “You look beautiful in my shirt, it’s a good surprise to find when just getting home,” You smile at him before turning around and making your way back to the bedroom. “Y/n…” His voice makes you pause in your footsteps. “Did you touch yourself?” Busted. You spin around to look at him, trying to look shocked at him.
“N-now, why w-would you th-think that?” You stutter. You mentally curse yourself for stuttering, which now obviously gave it away. He strides towards you and places a hand on your cheek while the other one went towards your hip and slowly bunches up the shirt in his hand, you lean into his touch as his scent surrounds you.
“Because your skin feels and looks flushed,” He says. You pull your head away from his hand and look up at him with big eyes. “When I touched you now and earlier,” Your lips open and close as you try to find the words to say something, anything to him, but you couldn’t get your brain to work. “I bet if I just lower my hand a little…” You feel his hand dipping lower as he releases the fabric, and you immediately grab onto his wrist.
“Let’s go shower,” You quickly say and pull him down the hallway and into the bedroom and straight towards the bathroom. “I really need a shower badly right now,” He chuckles as you release his hand and move towards the shower. “I don’t know about you, but like… I need it.”
“A cold shower?” He asks. He steps up behind you and reaches past you and into the shower cube to open the water. “Because I think I need a steamy shower,” You swallow as you feel your insides twisting for a moment. “And I think you need one as well,” You could feel his front pressing to your back before you watch his him retracting his hand from the shower tap. Your breathing slows down as you feel his fingers curl into the shirt you wore, his knuckles brushing against your flushed skin as he begins pulling the shirt upwards. “Lift your arms,” You do as he says, and he removes the shirt, leaving you completely bare.
He takes a step back from you, and you hear him starting to remove his own clothes, but you stay unmoving, you could feel the wind blowing against you as he tossed his clothes towards the laundry basket before you felt his heat returning to your back and his hands gently grabbing your hips before guiding you into the shower. The door closes, and you feel the heat from the water immediately surrounding you and steam building up on the glass. His hands wrap around you and pull you flush against him before they slowly travel upwards and cup your breasts.
“What do you have in mind?” You ask. Zuho had told you when you became more comfortable around each other during sex that if you ever had the feeling and urge to want to touch yourself, to let him know about it and he would rush home to please you or even let you know if he couldn’t but wanted pictures or even an audio. He didn’t mind if you wanted to touch yourself, but he wanted to know about it, so he could let his imagination run wild.
“Hmm… We’ll see,” He mutters. You lean your head backwards against his shoulder and just feel what his hands and fingers are doing to you. His fingers keep playing with your nipples, and you swore that your skin was warmed than the water that was running over your body. A hand slides down your stomach, and he cups your mound before sliding his fingers over your folds and slowly rubbing along them. “Do you still want to deny touching yourself?”
“Fu-fuck… No, No, I didn’t touch myself, I was about to when you came home…” You quickly explain to him. You feel his lips touch the back of your neck and slowly brush along your skin as he moves his head towards your ear. “I missed you so much, and I…” His lips touch the shell of your ear and you immediately stop talking.
“You were being too needy to stop and message me,” He mutters into your ear, which immediately causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Maybe if you did, then you would know I was almost home,” His fingers pull your folds apart, and you hear the wet squelching sound of your wetness being pulled apart. “But now we can have some more fun,” His fingers slowly slide along your outer folds, sending heat to go through your body and more wetness to form at your entrance. “I know I’ve been busy lately, is that why you grew needy and forgot to let me know?”
“I… Juho…” You whimper. You curl your toes into the tiled shower floor and take in slow, deep breaths. “Y-yes…” You feel his fingers slip between your folds and rub along them, slowly collecting your juices onto his fingers and spreading them more over your pussy. “I needed you so badly, I imagined your hand.”
“Hmm, did you?” He asks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you swear he could hear how loud it was beating. “That makes up for forgetting about me,” Your eyes shut as you keep feeling his lips brushing against the shell of your ear when he spoke along with his hot breath fanning over it. “Next time, I want to watch you touch yourself, show me how you do it when you miss me so much,” Your pussy twitches at his words.
“Y-yes,” You stutter. He pushes the hell of his hand against your mound, pushing your hips backwards and making you feel his growing bulge. “Fucking, fuck…” Your mind spins at the feeling of his cock pressing against your asscheeks. “Juho…” His fingers rub your inner folds, and you could feel a tightness growing inside you.
“I have to say, you, coming out to greet me in nothing but just my shirt, it’s a highlight for me,” He says. Shivers go up and down your spine, and you try to listen to what he has to say. “Maybe for a week you can come and greet me like that when I come home, hmm?” You bite the inside of your cheeks and try to process his words with your mind, which was slowly getting lost in the pleasurable feelings. “What do you think?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll do it,” You say. “Only for you,” He smiles against your ear before dipping his head a little lower. “Only because I love you so much,” His lips touch your neck just below your ear, and you feel yourself practically melt. “Oh, oh, OH!” You squeeze your legs together as you feel his fingers circling your clit, it was already aching to be touched and now that it finally was getting attention, you shut your legs around his hand.
“Sweetheart, spread your legs, otherwise I can’t make you feel good,” He says in such a sweet tone. You take in a deep breath before slowly stepping your legs further apart. “Good girl,” The word makes your clit twitch, and he feels it, which makes him smirk at the effect he had over you. “My good girl,” His fingers slide over your clit, and you feel a heat slowly making its way up your legs.
“Ohh, my… Oh, fucking fuck,” You breathe out. He was slowly rubbing your clit, just slow enough to tease you and slow enough for you to notice that the knot that was forming inside you was becoming tighter. “Juuhhoo,” You shut your eyes and try to focus on his fingers. “Fuck, Juho…” He rubs figure eights over the bundle of nerves, and you could feel your legs wanting to turn jelly. You could now hear your heart pounding in your own ears, surely he had to hear it also. “Juuuhhooo,” His other hand was massaging your boob, and you could feel your body reacting to everything he was doing to you. “Wall…” You feel him move you, and you lift your head to see you were now facing the glass wall. “Fucking…” You place one hand against it and slowly slide it upwards to try and keep yourself upright.
“Feeling good?” He asks. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and you feel his lips touching your neck and kisses on the spot over and over. You could feel yourself getting closer to a high.
“So good,” You mumble. Your fingers scratch at the glass as you try to hold onto it, but you knew there was nothing for you to grab. “Fuck, I’m going to…” You feel his finger moving faster and faster over your clit. “Juuhooo, fuck, fuck,” Your breathing picks up, and you squeeze your eyes shut again. “Juho!”
“Don’t cum yet…” He whispers. Your eyes shoot open, and he pulls his fingers away from your clit, so this was what he was going to do. You could feel your high slowly subsiding.
“Juuuhhooo, no, no, fuck,” You cry out. He kept his fingers away from your pussy for a few seconds before they returned. “Juho, don’t be mean, fuck…” He rubs around your clit before slowly sliding his fingers towards your entrance, you could hear your juices squelching as he does. “Fuuuck.”
“I’m not being mean,” He says. His fingers circle your entrance, and you feel your high slowly starting to build again. “I’m merely building you up to have such a mind-blowing orgasm in the shower,” You fight to keep your eyes from shutting. “And having a little fun doing it also,” He slips two digits into you and your jaw slacks.
“Ohhh, ohh,” You moan at the light stretch you felt from his fingers. He curls his fingers inside you and slowly pulls them out again and begins pumping them in and out of you. “Juuuhhooo…” He takes your nipple between his fingers and slowly rolls the bud between them, which causes shockwaves to go through your body and add to the tightening feeling inside you. “Fuck, Juho…” You feel his fingers pumping in and out of you faster and faster, and your clit gains a heartbeat as you were getting closer to your high.
“You sound so cute when you want to cum,” He coos into your ear before pulling his fingers from you completely. You reach behind you with your other hand and grab onto his hair, twisting your fingers into his soaked locks.
“Juhom pleeaaseee,” You whine. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Pleeaaseee, fuck, fuck,” He chuckles in your ear and the sound sends a jolt down to your pussy. “Fuck, Juho, oh, my,” Your high subsides and within seconds you feel his fingers probing at your entrance before pushing three digits into your sopping hole. “JUHO!” The stretch causes your mind to spin and stars to begin forming behind your lids, your toes curl into the tiles, and you feel your muscles tightening. “Please, please, Juho, fuck.”
“Please, what?” He asks in a teasing tone. You felt like you were right on the edge, and you were desperate to get a release. “Use your words, tell me what you want,” Tears spill down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling of the pleasure you were experiencing. Your body shakes with ecstasy and need.
“Juho… FUCK, please!” You cry out as you feel his fingers pumping in and out of you, the stretching feeling slowly subsides the more he pumps them in and out of you. “Let me cum, please, fuck!” His fingers slow down, and you grip onto his hair tighter while your other hand forms a fist. “Juuuhhoooo!”
“Do you deserve to cum, sweetheart?” His was low as he spoke into your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and your walls clench around his fingers.
“I do, fuck, fuck, I do, Juuhooo,” You cry out. You wanted to cum so badly, and you hoped, and wished, that he would allow you to. “Fuck, please, Juho, I need to so badly, fuck!” Your back arches and you gasp as your front presses more against the cold glass, the heel of his palm presses into your clit, and it feels like a hot pleasure courses through your veins, setting every part of your being alight. “JUHO!” The tension inside you snaps and your mind feels light as it floats through the clouds of ecstasy. “JUUUUHHOOOOO!” His fingers pump in and out of you at a rapid pace, while the heel of his palm rubs over your clit.
“That’s it, make a mess on my hand,” He mutters into your ear. His fingers pull at you on your nipple, and you feel like he’s pulling right at your core before he releases, and it makes contact with the cold glass.
“FUCK, JUHO!” You scream out. Your head leans against the glass, and he could see your head rolling from one side to the other as you go through your high. “FUCK!” His lips press against the back of your shoulder, and he kisses his way to your spine, making sure to pay attention to your body’s movements. “Fuck… Juho…” You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. He slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper at the friction, your hand releases his hair and your arm falls by your side.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” He whispers into your ear. You feel his warmth disappear and hear the water hitting his skin, you take a few deep breaths before uncurling your toes and slowly lowering your arm from the glass and turning around. A gasp leaves you as your warm back makes contact with the cold surface. He stood underneath the shower, the water runs down his body which makes you drop your eyes down to his hard cock, pre-cum drips from his cock and the sight makes your pussy clench in need. “Fuck, the sight of you…” He steps closer and places a hand on your hip, which immediately sends a jolt through your body.
“Put it in, fuck…” You say, not caring how desperate you sounded for his dick. “Please, the sight of you is making me even more needy,” He smirks and slides his hand down from your hip and over your thigh before moving it to the back of your thigh and lifting your leg upwards and hooking it over his elbow, spreading your pussy wide open for him.
“You have no idea how desperate I am to be inside you right now, either,” He says. You feel his cock slip between your folds before his length slides towards your entrance before the head was pushed into you. You push your head back against the glass wall and your jaw drops. “Ohh, oh, fuck… Fuck, so warm, you’re just sucking me right in,” His cock slowly stretches your walls and fills you, which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head at the sensation that shoots up your spine.
“FUCK, Juho, oh, my fucking…” You blubber out. His free hand grips your waist before he snaps his hips forward, filling you with one swift movement. “JUHO!” It felt like the air got stuck in your throat from the thrust.
“Fuck, that felt good, you feel so good around me,” He mutters. His forehead presses against yours, and he stares into your eyes before his hips begin rolling into yours, his cock slowly slipping in and out of you with the movement. The sound of your wetness mixed with the water hitting the tiles fills the cubicle, and the glass seems to steam up more as the minutes tick by.
“Juho…” You whisper. You lift one hand and move it to the back of his head and twist your fingers into his hair, keeping eye contact with him. You could feel the intensity of the moment, the way his thrusts were slow and long to keep it going for a little longer. “Fuck, you… feel so good,” His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. “Fuck…” The sound of yours and his panting, moaning and groans echo off the bathroom walls. You could feel your insides tightening already as your high begins building again, you were extra sensitive with him edging you.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well,” He groans. You watch his lids fluttering as he fights to keep them open and keep eye contact with you. “Milking me to fill your delicious pussy with my load,” Your walls clench down around him for a moment longer, and you feel a warmth travelling up your legs.
“Fuuuck,” You moan out. “Must you talk so dirty and get me to cum so quickly again?” You watch his lips twitch as a smile forms on them. “You really are so mean tonight,” Your other hand presses against the glass, and you try to use it as a way to hold on a little longer. “Fuck, Juho…” He pulls your hips towards him, and you feel his cock sliding into you at a different angle. “OH!” His pubic bone rubs against your clit, and you could feel yourself slowly slipping into another orgasm. “Juuuhhooooo,” He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut. “FUCK!”
“You look so beautiful when you’re about to come undone for me,” He mutters. His own eyes shut as he feels his balls tightening and his high nearing. “Fuck…” He tries to keep his thrusts slow, but it was becoming harder with your walls pulsing around him. “Keep doing that…”
“Juho, oh my fucking gosh,” You mumble out. Your muscles stiffen before a sudden relief washes over you. “JUHO!” He feels your release spilling around his cock before it trickles over his balls and drips to the tiled floor. “OH, MY FUCK!” Your fingers claw at the glass wall as you try to hold onto something. His hips move faster at the sound of your moans and cries for him, urging him to chase after his high. “FUCK!”
“Just like that, keep doing that,” He mutters. His grip on your hips tighten as his hips stutter for a moment, he was becoming desperate for his own orgasm, and just hearing you moan for him because of him was making his mind spin. “Fuck, fuck…” Your juices spatter onto the inside of your thighs with how quickly he was thrusting into you.
“JUHO, SHIT!” You cry out. Your body felt light as you go through your high, and the feeling was absolutely blissful. “Shit, shit, shit, OH!” His pubic bone continues to brush against your clit with his thrusts, it was easing you through your high while also sending shockwaves through your body. His thrusts become sloppy, and you hear low grunts coming from him.
“Hmm, uhmm, fuck,” He groans out. His hips suddenly snap forward, which makes you gasp at the sudden harshness, but then you realize he had come undone and was spilling his load into you. “FUCK, Fuck, Yyyy/nnnn,” You feel his hot breath fanning over your lips as you were coming down from your high.
“Fuck, Juho… Yes, fuck,” You breathe out. Your grip on his hair loosens and you buck your hips forward to help him through his high, you repeat the movement as you rock your hips into his, making him groan at how good it felt.
“Fuck, so good, so, ohhh,” He moans. His grip on your hips loosens as he begins to calm down, he slowly lowers your leg before pressing his body against yours to keep you upright against the wall and his head drops to the crook of your neck. You open your eyes as you take in a deep breath, your thoughts slowly calming down and your breath evening out. He breathes heavily into your neck before it slowly begins to calm down. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm,” You hum, playing with the wet hair on the back of his neck. “All okay,” Your tone was just above a whisper as you spoke. “And you, are you okay?” He lifts his head from the crook of your neck and looks at you.
“I’m all good,” He says. “You weren’t in pain earlier, with the edging, right?” You could see the concern in his eyes as he looks at you.
“No, no, it was okay,” You say. He nods his head, he knew that in the past when you had tried edging yourself that you would end up in pain, and sometimes when he did it. “It was all okay today,” He nods his head before slowly stepping back.
“Then let me clean you,” He says. He pulls you underneath the water, and you let out a low moan as you feel the warmth of the water running over your skin. “And then pamper you and our kids,” You smile and nod your head as you reach for the soap and his washcloth.
“Then let me clean you also, so we can finish faster,” You say. He warmly smiles at you before reaching for your soap and cloth.
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Baek Ju Ho (SF9) Kinky* Tarot Reading
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
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Deck: The Dark Wood Tarot
Spread: Kinky* Reading
Questions:
Position
Libido
Turn On
Kink
Dirtiest Secret*
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Baek Ju Ho
Stage Name: Zuho
Group: SF9
DOB: 04.07.1996
Blood Type: O
MBTI: ENFJ
Sun Sign: Cancer
Chinese Sign: Fire Rat
Life Path Number: 9
Masterpost: SF9
Ko-fi - Voluntary Tip for Readings
Baek Ju Ho
Zuho (SF9) - Kinky
Spread / Question: Kinky Reading
Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot
Position - 5 of Cups
Zuho is likely to become a bit addicted to his lover whenever he’s in a relationship. Physically parting with them, even when it’s because of usual daily routines brings him sadness, he might feel like if he was missing a part of himself and he’s likely to check on his lover often, more likely through calling them than texting because he needs to hear their voice and the tone so he can be sure his love is alright. Once he’s reunited with them, the burden of inner sadness vanishes. Break ups are likely extremely hard for Zuho and it takes him a long time to recover from them.
Libido - Knight of Cups
Zuho is such a pure romantic. He’s all about love and sweetness and he’s a real gentleman when it comes to relationships. He puts emphasis on the courting phase but he’s pretty much a soft sweetheart the whole time. His love is in a way pure and simple, he plays no games, nor does he hide anything from his lover. What you see is what you get when it comes to Zuho. He can pick his lover’s moods and hints very well and he’s likely a true master of romantic foreplay.
Turn On - Queen of Wands
While Zuho himself is a softie and becomes addicted to his lover and suffers when they are apart, he feels attracted to a strong and sparky personality, someone confident, fun, sociable and fiery. Someone with flaming charisma and spark in their eyes, spring in their step and seductive skills. It’s very likely for them to be verbally skilled and smart. And while their mouth can run all day long, they can put it to good use at night as well, making Zuho express his feelings in vocals, too.
Kink - 8 of Swords
We mentioned before that Zuho is strongly attached to his lover and this bond can become a real one when it comes to his kinky desires. Zuho might have a taste for bondage but in his case it’s more like he likes to tight himself to his lover or wrap in blankets together, the closer and tighter the bond, the better. He’s likely to enjoy being in as much of a physical contact with his lover as possible. In a more romantic version, he might enjoy slow dancing with them in a tight embrace, leaving no space in between him and his lover.
Dirtiest Secret - 3 of Wands
While Zuho is mostly a soft and gentle lover, he gets wild when kissing. Kissing is likely his favourite kind of interaction with his lover. For Zuho it’s both an expression of love and the merging of souls and spirits. He’s likely very fond of kissing, he changes angles to build the heat and he might even bite his lover when things start slipping out of his hands and his mind gets clouded by lust. Zuho is likely to decorate his lover’s skin with hickies if given the chance.
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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"
#sf9 smut#sf9 scenarios#sf9 imagines#sf9#youngbin smut#inseong smut#jaeyoon smut#dawon smut#zuho smut#rowoon smut#yoo taeyang smut#hwiyoung smut#chani smut
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Kick It - Baek Juho
Summary: Crimes had increased in Seoul, and you were feeling slightly unsafe. You wanted to change something and asked your best friend Juho to help you out. He was experienced in self-defence methods and was able to teach you some basics. But you didn’t just receive a feeling of safety, but another better gift of life.
Crimes were nothing new. They were happening everywhere in the world. Some countries had it worse others less. But as you saw that the crimes towards women have increased in the country you live in, you decided you need to act.
Not that you were going to change the world, but at least you decided to help yourself out. You knew your best friend Juho was able to do some self-defence tactics, and when you explained you were not feeling safe going through the city, he would help you out for sure.
You decided you wouldn't wait long and asked your best friend right away. Without hesitation, you called him and waited for him to pick up. Usually, Juho never needed a long time to pick up, just like now.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" he joked.
"Well, you actually can do something for me," you responded.
"Oh? I did not expect that. But what is it? Rui, stop trying to steal my food." Juho whined.
You laughed. "Do you even feed your cat? She always acts like she hasn't gotten food for months." you joked.
"I give her enough, (Y/N)," Juho said. "But what is it that I can do for you?"
"Mh, I have my eyes on you and Rui." you chuckled. "Can you teach me some self-defence?"
"Huh? Where does that come from? I mean sure, but that was surprising."
"Well, I saw that more people get attacked which is very unlikely in Seoul, at least in our districts. Anyway, I just want to feel safer, and I know I can do that when I have some self-defence. And I know you can, which means you could teach me." you explained.
"I mean sure, but please know that I am in no way a professional. Have you thought about going to a course?" Juho asked.
"I did, but honestly? I don't feel comfortable with a stranger doing this. Sure, he may be a professional. But Juho, you know how I am with strangers." you pouted even though he could not see it.
"Alright, I know that. If you want, you can come to our company's gym every Friday when we're done with dance practice. I, of course, will let everyone know to let you through." Juho suggested.
"Sounds great to me. Thank you, Juho. Do we start this Friday even though it's in two days?" you wondered.
"If you want yes."
"Yes, please. Then we will see us the day after tomorrow! And Juho, give Rui a treat from me." you cheered.
"That we do. See you! Well, if you insist."
You heard a small cracking sound which was an indication for Rui to get the treat. "Thank you. Now I end the call." you laughed as he laughed and probably shook his head.
Friday came faster than expected and you were on the way to FNC Entertainment to meet up with Juho to finally learn some basics. You knew that it would take some time to learn everything to the point that you would feel safe, but somehow it already made you feel a bit better about the whole situation.
You entered the agency and walked towards the reception. "Hello, I am -"
"You're (Y/N), Mr Baek is already expecting you. Just head to the elevator and floor 1." she smiled.
"Oh, thank you." you smiled and did, as instructed. Arriving at floor 1, you walked out of the elevator and towards the gym doors and smiled. Youngbin got up as he saw you. "That's my time to leave." he smiled. "Have fun!" Youngbin waved towards you and passed you to leave.
"Youngbin waited for me because I wasn't sure when you would arrive due to traffic," he explained. "Come here and sit down, I start with some basics."
You put your bag to the side with the clean clothing after you were done and sat down in front of him. You were happy that you already put on your gym clothes.
"So, I made a small plan so that you know when you will be done or let's say be able to use the basics." Juho took out a folder and showed you. "We will start this week with Hammer Strike and exercise it until next Friday. You can use this gym freely, I arranged that. We have a mannequin here that you can use to practice it with. On Friday I will see how you do. Then we start with Groin Kick, Heel Pal Strike, Elbow Strike and so on. Every Friday we start a new defence method." Juho explained. "Alright with this?"
"Totally, I mean if I can use this gym freely, and still have you to help, sure."
"I am always just a few walks away." Juho smiled.
"Alright come here, first method 'Hammer Strike'." Juho stood up and helped you up.
He stood you in front of him and took your arm. "Make a fist."
You did a fist and looked expectantly at him. "How will I know that I hit strong enough?"
"You will know on the mannequin. If it falls, you were strong enough." Juho said. "Now you use this fist and hit the opponent with full power against his nose." he motioned on your fist and his nose, but of course without the power. "Now try this on the mannequin."
You walked over to the mannequin and tried it. Juho walked over to you. "Put that foot to the front, shoulder like this." Juho gently took your shoulders and positioned you correctly. Try to hit the nose from below. More in this degree." he showed you again and looked at you.
Again, you redo it and smiled as the mannequin moved. "Oh, I think I can do it." you smiled.
"Good, try that a bit more often now." Juho smiled. "I see if we have to change something else on your posture."
"Okay," you did as Juho told you, and smiled as you were getting better and better.
Week after Week Juho showed you more methods and you were enjoying it. The problem was that you spent so much time with Juho that you saw a side of him that you hadn't seen before.
Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him, but you saw him as your best friend nothing more. Now he was a man, that you smiled at whenever he was with children and a man that you wanted to see in a suit while you walked down the aisle. You had no idea where this started and how you ended up here, but you had to admit that along the way of endless laughing, and close defence methods you fell in love with your best friend.
As you were arriving in the gym again on your last day you smiled and hoped he would never see that the way you saw him had changed.
"Today, we will use all the methods you learned, except the Groin Kick and Hammer Strike." Juho started.
You stood in front of him. "But where is the mannequin?" you looked around confused.
"You will do everything today on me. Kick me." Juho said, standing in front of you, ready to defend.
"Juho! I can't kick you! You just had a rip injury." you were shocked.
"(Y/N), it's alright." Juho motioned again for you to kick him.
"No way, Juho. Forget it. I learned these methods to use them on idiots and people who should never touch me."
Juho stood normally again. "Alright, if you insist not to use them on me, we got a problem. The mannequin is broken because of Jaeyoon. He practised a bit too strong."
"Oh, and now?"
"Well, either you use them on me, or we have a free evening and could go home and eat something," Juho suggested.
"Damn Juho. I want to use my last lesson. Stand straight, don't you dare not move! Defend yourself, okay?!"
"Understood."
You took a deep breath and started to show the self-defence methods and thankfully, Juho dodged most of them, except for the one kick he missed and you hit his rips full blast. You gasped and ran to him and tried to make him look at you.
"Juho, are you okay?"
"Yes, I am alright. You truly learned well." Juho smiled through the pain.
You cupped his face and studied his eyes if he was lying about the pain intensity. And then you took the shirt and pulled it up without thinking much. You looked at the spot where you hit him and still saw a small bruise from the rib injury. "I hit you right there?"
Juho nodded and looked at you. "I am okay, (Y/N)."
"No, I hit you." you pouted and stroked over the injury, and you could swear Juho tensed and stopped breathing.
You looked up and saw him looking at you, but not like he used to. It was different as well. Could it be possible that it wasn't only your feelings that have changed? Should you take the risk and confess, or should you wait?
Juho just looked at you and you saw his eyes wander down to your lips. You totally forgot that you still had your hand on his injury, but you were somehow caught in this moment.
Juho took a deep breath. "God, don't let me be wrong about this," he murmured before he leaned towards you and cupped your face. "You have learned self-defence. Use them if I am wrong." Juho whispered onto your lips before he connected his with them.
Juho expected you to push him away, but instead, he felt your hand wander to his back, and the other hand into his hair. He also felt yourself deepening the kiss. He pulled you closer but before he could continue kissing you, the door opened and he stopped, looking up to look straight at Youngbin. He expected him to scream and ask how he dared to start a relationship, but that man was smirking.
Juho and you looked at Youngbin walking over to you. "Sorry, I feel very bad destroying this lovebird mode, but the CEO called, we have to go to the office. Because of my military enlistment and the future of SF9."
Juho nodded. "Alright. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Counting," Youngbin shouted as he left the gym.
You turned to Juho. "Go there. I will go home and maybe we can still do the dinner and movie part?" you smiled.
"And talk about what happened because I saw you not pulling away," Juho added.
"That too, yes." you smiled.
Juho walked to the door but turned around to give you another kiss, a shorter one but also a great one. "Message me when you're home. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"I will." you smiled as you watched him leave.
You couldn't comprehend what just happened, but you were happy, nevertheless. Even though you haven't talked about it yet, you were now sure that it wasn't one-sided. And that Juho started to feel the same way along the way of practising and spending time together. You were excited about the future and grateful that life gave you Juho.
SF9 Masterlist
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☀️SF9 Masterlist☀️
🍀Kim YoungBin🍀
*nothing yet*
🌰Kim InSeong🌰
*nothing yet*
🐣Lee JaeYoon🐣
*nothing yet*
👅Lee SangHyuk👅
*nothing yet*
🦁Baek JuHo🦁
*nothing yet*
🐭Kim SeokWoo🐭
*nothing yet*
🌞Yoo TaeYang🌞
*nothing yet*
🔝Kim YoungKyun🔝
*nothing yet*
😇Kang ChanHee😇
*nothing yet*
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