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On Your Knees - Kim Inseong

W/C: 2.5K

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Prompts: “Get on your knees.” + “Did I tell you to stop?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, nicknames, blow job, oral (male receiving), hint of dirty talking, teasing, angry sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), hint of aftercare.

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

You were lounging on the couch watching some random show you had stumbled across while surfing through the channels when you heard the door open before shutting a little too loudly than usual, you raise an eyebrow before turning the television off and standing from the couch to go see what the commotion was all about, as you reach the door you found Inseong with his hand against the wall and his head hanging as he muttered something you couldn’t hear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, making him snap his head up, you resist the urge to take a step back once you saw the anger burning in his eyes and frustration clear on his face, it was rare for him to be irritated, mad or even frustrated, which made you question what had happened to cause this?

“Come with me,” He mutters as he steps forward, he grabs onto your hand and practically pulls you towards the bedroom, you could feel something shifting inside you with how tight he was holding onto your hand. Whatever had happened, you will have to ask later, because right now, you knew you weren’t going to get the opportunity, it was rare for him to be like this, and when he was… fuck, you could just expect to be left breathless and with your mind spinning. Once you reach the room, he almost harshly releases your arm and turns towards you. “On your knees,” You quickly comply and sink down onto your knees.

“Sit down on the bed, let me erase everything for you,” You say and bite your lip as you bat your eyes at him, he licks his lips before taking a few steps back and sits down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs. You could feel a type of hunger growing inside you, a hunger for his cock in your mouth, you move onto your hands and slowly crawl towards him, his eyes quickly dart to the shirt that was sitting a little loose and was giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

“Such a good and naughty girl for me,” He mutters as he leans slightly forward to get a better view, he could see your eyes had darkened and knew that you would make him forget all about what had happened. You reach him and sit on your knees between his legs and reach for his pants, you undo the button on it and slowly open the zipper, he lifts his hips and lets you tug his pants along with his underwear down, he lifts his feet, and you pull the fabric over his feet before tossing it aside, your eyes move to his cock, and you saw it was starting to get hard,

You lick your lips and place a hand on his knee and slowly slide your hand along his leg towards his cock while your lips touched the inside of his knee, making sure to build up to the moment when you would touch him and have his mind spinning from how good it felt, your hand slides past his cock and cup his balls, and slowly press your fingers into it as if you were gently kneading.

“Fuck… I knew you would take good care of me,” He mutters and leans slightly back, moving a hand behind him to lean against. You press your tongue against his skin and lick a long thick stripe towards his cock, his breathing deepens, and you watch his cock rise even more as pre-cum begins to form at the slit of it. You pull your head back as you reached his cock and turn your head to his other thigh and do the same. “Fucking…” You hear the sound of fabric moving and glance up at him and saw he was unbuttoning the shirt he has on. Your other hand suddenly wraps around the base of his cock, making him groan loudly and pause his movements.

Your lips got closer to his cock as your hand slides along his cock, his eyes move to watch your hand move along his length before slowly finishing the remaining buttons and removing his shirt and dropping next to you on the floor, you lift your head away from his thigh and turn your head towards his cock, his eyes flicker between your hand and mouth, waiting in anticipation for your next movement.

“Fucking go— ohhh,” He groans as you flick your tongue over the tip of his cock, a jolt of electricity goes through his body at the sudden feeling. “Fuck, do it again,” You do as he says, this time moving your tongue slowly over the tip. “Fuck…” Your hand slowly slides back towards the base of his cock and twists your hand around it, you feel it twitch underneath your grasp, and you knew it wouldn’t be long now before he was completely hard.

“You’re so big, Seong,” You purr out and bat your lashes at him, trying to create the most innocent look for him, he lets out a low groan, and you could see his Adam’s apple bopping as the sound left him. “It’s so hot of you,” His tip glistens as pre-cum begins to ooze from it, his cock now completely hard in your hold. You circle the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock before licking a stripe down to where your hand was holding him, you flatten your tongue on the underside of his cock and feel a prominent vein leading you all the way back to the tip.

“Fuck…” He groans and grips the edge of his bed with his hand, while his other hand grips the bedding and bundled it up in his fist. Your tongue glides over the head of his cock before you pull back, you watch something flash in his eyes you lean back to observe his hard cock. “Did I tell you to stop?” He practically growls out. You slide your hand over his length, his eyes quickly shutting, and a strained moan leaves his lips, realising he had become frustrated too quickly and had forgotten you were still holding his cock.

“Don’t be mean, Seong,” You mutter and twist your hand around the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum over the tip before sliding your hand back to the base, spreading the liquid along his length. You lift your gaze as you lean closer to his cock again, he watches you intently.

“Oh, my fucking…” He groans, and his eyes fall shut as your tongue slides over the head of his cock, you continue to watch him and watch his expression change as you lick over it several times, your eyes slowly move down from his face and watch his chest rise and fall slowly before moving your eyes lower and watching as he sucked in his stomach. “Fuuuckkk…” And then you take him completely in your mouth, making him fall back onto the bed as his arm buckles behind him. You smirk to yourself as you slowly bob your head up and down the tip of his cock, making his breathing hitch and become faster. You could see him running his hands through his hair as low groans fall from him.

His hips lift, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into your mouth, you pull back slightly to avoid choking on him for the time being, your hand releases his balls, and you bring it up to press it down against his hip, hoping it would let him know to lower his hips, which he thankfully did, you slowly take more of him in your mouth once his hips were on the bed again, saliva begins leaking from the corner of your mouths and slowly slides down his length.

“Fuck… fucking, so dirty, fuck,” He says almost breathless. Your breathing was hard as you ease yourself to take his cock even more in your mouth, his groans were almost becoming pitched as he feels his cock slowly sliding down your throat. “Fuck… you’re so fucking good to me,” He could feel your throat tightening around him and your lips moving lower around his cock, the warm wetness was making his mind spin. “Fucking hell… get up, I need to fuck you,” His hand comes to the back of your head and grabs onto your hair before pulling you off from his cock as he sits upright. “Fuck, you look so fucking filthy,” Your chin was soaked with your own saliva and your eyes were dilated as you stared at him.

His hand releases your hair and moves to your shirt, grabbing the hem of it and pulling it over your head almost roughly, luckily you had already changed into your night clothes and weren’t wearing a bra anymore, his hands quickly move to your pants, and he tugs them down along with your panties.

“Get up,” He orders, you quickly stand releasing his cock in the process and feel that your legs were shaky, he pushes your pants and panties down your legs to the floor before pulling you onto his lap, his cock immediately poking against your pussy. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked,” He glances at your panties. “I should have checked if you soaked through them, did sucking me do this?”

“I can’t help it, it’s you,” You mumble, you move your hips and feel his cock sliding through your folds, loud squelching noises go through the air, and you feel his grip on your hips tighten as he hears it.

“You dirty girl,” He says. “Well, put it in,” You reach between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his cock again and guiding it to your entrance and pushing the head into you, your other hand quickly grabs onto his shoulder to try and stabilise yourself.

“Ohh, uhhm,” You groan and pull your hand away from his cock to grab onto his shoulder, your world spins and moments later you find yourself on your back and Inseong looking down at you with almost black eyes. “FUCK!” His cock fills you quickly and hits deep inside you with the sudden movement from him. “INSEONG!” Your nails immediately dig into his skin and your back arches at the sensation that was sent through you, your eyes shut with pure pleasure running through your veins.

“You’re so fucking wet, it just slipped in,” He grunts out, his hands slide down from your hips, over your thighs before you feel your legs being pushed against your torso and his arms pressing against the back of your legs, his body hovering over yours as you were spread wide open for him. “Fuck, so fucking good,” You feel his cock slide out from you before pushing back into you, his thrusts were quick and almost rushed as he tried to let out all his frustration.

“In-Inseong, oh-oh, fucking, uhh,” You cry out, you release his shoulders and reach up, grabbing onto the bedding and pulling on it. “FUCK!” Your tits bounced with how rough he was going, his groans were filling the room and his head falls forward, trying to keep the pace going to let out every ounce of frustration and anger.

“Fuck, yes, take it, you take it so good,” He groans out, your body was starting to become sweaty from how hot the room felt and from what he was doing, your muscles were slowly tensing up as a knot begins forming inside you, your mind was ascending into the clouds, and you could barely think straight anymore. “Uhh, so… fuck, yes,” You feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust starts to form behind your lids as your high was approaching you.

“Inseong, oh, my… fuck, I, not, I,” You blubber out, squeezing your eyes tighter as your head begins turning from side to side from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. “Seong, fucking, so good, I’m gonna…” You could feel his hips moving faster and feel your juices splashing on your inner thighs. “S-Seong…” His groans were low, and you knew he was also getting close to reaching his high.

“Fuck…” His voice rough as he groans, your walls clench around him, and you hear his breath hitch as he feels his cock getting squeezed. “Do it again,” He practically growls out, your hips lift and the knot inside you comes undone, your toes curl as your body begins to shake with pleasure as your release hits, the specs of dust behind your lids quickly turn into exploding stars.

“INSEONG!” You scream out in pleasure, your walls pulsing around him, milking him to fill your pussy with his load, you pull at the covers more, pulling them even more out of place. “FUCK, OHH!” His hips stutter as he chased his release, the way you sounded just for him and the way your walls were milking him to cum was quickly causing his mind to spin.

“Fuck… Gonna…” He mutters before he sits back on his knees and thrust deeply into you before feeling the heartbeat that had been beating in the tip of his cock explode, he throws his head back, his jaw slacks and a loud moan falls from him, you let out a moan as you feel his hot cum spilling into you, he slowly releases your legs and let them dangle from the bed as he goes through his high. You open your eyes and look at him through a dazed gaze, his chest was heaving at a fast pace and his chest was coated with sweat, the frustration that once tensed his body seem to have gone now. You release the bedding and reach out with one hand for him and touch his lower stomach, he lifts his head and opens his eyes to look at you, his eyes had returned to his usual ones.

“Want to talk about it now?” You softly ask, feeling your body slowly cooling down along with the temperature, he moves on hand on top of yours and squeezes it before slowly moving backwards, stepping off the bed and slipping out from you.

“In a minute,” He says, releasing your hand. “Are you okay?” You nod your head and sit upright, feeling your mixed release spilling from you and leaking onto the bed. “I wasn’t too fast when I pushed into you, was I?”

“I was soaking wet, Seong…” You say. “It felt so good, nothing hurt, nothing did hurt, I’m okay,” You reach for his hips. “I’m all okay, but are you?” You stood from the bed, letting your hand linger on his hip as you do. “You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” He nods his head and cups your cheek, slowly running his thumb over your cheek.

“I’ll tell you in the tub, I think we both need to soak for a while,” He says, you nod your head. “It’s a bit of a long, complicated story…” He releases your cheek and drops his hand to yours that was still on his hip. “Let’s go…” He takes your hand and turns, gently leading you towards the bathroom for one long hot bath.

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lost-inthedream · 10 months

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Love your sf9 stuff!

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

Sorry for the late answer. Thank you for requesting!

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

Pairing: SF9 x female reader

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

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

smut content under the cut

Youngbin:

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

Inseong:

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

Jaeyoon:

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

Dawon:

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

Zuho:

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

Rowoon:

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

Yoo Taeyang:

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

Hwiyoung:

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

Chani:

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

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mirisss · 5 months

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Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

Soulmate, vampire au.

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think,

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

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

Third Person POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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icequeenbae · 2 years

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Now or Never (m) KIS KSW

Pairing: Rowoon (Seokwoo) x Reader x Inseong

Polyamory AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut

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

Word Count: ~4.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Kids, I’m home!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Why are you sulking?’

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

‘Seokwoo is ignoring me. All night.’

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

‘Did you two have a fight?’

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

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

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

‘Yes!’ You replied begrudgingly.

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

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

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

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

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

Inseong snickered, chest shaking underneath your head.

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

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

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

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

You moaned before you could help it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Seongie- yes, yes-’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was cut short by a begrudged hum.

‘Aren’t you done yet?’

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

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

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

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

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

‘Noona,’ Seokwoo called helplessly.

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

‘Now he remembers I exist.’

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

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

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

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

‘Yes. I could dive right in…’

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

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

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

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

‘Like how?’ You inquired, feigning indifference.

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

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

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

‘On a second thought… Why not?’

Both of you turned to the blond now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Lie down. On your back.’

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

The blond turned his head to look at you.

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

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

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

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

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

‘I’ll do it, noona. Please.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inseong met your eyes and chuckled.

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

You motioned for him to join you.

‘I want cuddles.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yah, is that your final answer-’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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juhotonin · 2 years

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Binseong missing hours — 3 / ♾️

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

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blu-joons · 2 years

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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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seokwoosmole · 1 year

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

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

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lovvlovveee · 4 months

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SF9🧡

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

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Kinktober prompt #3: Suspension | Inseong (SF9) | 0.7k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

His fingers brush against your skin and the ropes that hug your body and keep you off the ground. You can’t see him, unable to turn your head enough to look where he stands. Not that you need to, you can feel his hungry gaze on you anyway, trailing along the complicated lines that he’s tied all over your body. His fingers tug at some of the knots, testing their integrity as he’s done at least a dozen times now. You whimper weakly, squirming in anticipation. As embarrassing as it is, you feel your arousal dripping down on the ground and you’re ready to beg him to touch you.

“Does anything hurt?” Inseong asks, voice all honey as he strokes along your back. You see his shadow on the ground shift as he moves to stand behind you. It’s as thrilling as when he’s about to rail you bent over the counter or his work desk, the position is similar too. Only your legs are bent upwards, bound so that you’re completely at his mercy.

“No, I just really need you,” you whine, carefully shifting in your binds again. It is a little uncomfortable, you both know that, just as you both know that there is pain - the position is unnatural after all, and the ropes dig into your flesh, but it’s the kind of pain you enjoy. A gentle, quiet sort that you lean into. He soothes you with a warm palm on your back. You hear him chuckle.

“Is that so?” he muses, his hand sliding lower over the curve of your ass. He gives the left cheek a light smack, jerking your body forward. You moan, biting your lip imagining how easy it’ll be for him to use you in this position. “Can you ask for it nicely?”

“Please, just fuck me, Seongie. Use me however you want, I’m all yours,” you beg, trying to get the ropes to swing you closer to him, but his hands are on his hips already, steadying you.

“How can I say no to that?” he growls, pulling you closer.

You moan when you feel him rub his cock through your folds, coating it in your slickness. It’s so easy for him, all he needs to do is push on your hips a little and the ropes carry your body forward and then let it slide back on him. Finally he pushes the tip of his cock inside you and slowly fills you up. You sigh in pleasure, letting your head drop low. It feels so different when you can’t push back against him, can’t move. All you can do is melt into the ropes and trust that they’ll keep you above the ground.

He’s careful with his thrusts as he always is at the beginning, yet it’s enough to make your mind all hazy and lost in the sensation of him rubbing against your sweet spot. You let out soft moans and gasps, eyes fluttering close. You could easily lose yourself to the sensation.

“Are you still with me? Is it too much?” he asks, his pace slowing down into gentle rocking. His hands sooth over your hips as he does.

“Feels like I’m floating,” you chuckle from somewhere far away. He laughs too, his hands sliding up to your hands tied on your back.

“Can you feel your hands? Legs?” he asks gently. You don’t respond immediately, his cock buried inside feels too good and it’s all you can focus on. He must’ve guessed as he lets your body still, your pelvis flush against his. You whimper, trying to move uselessly.

“Baby, I need you to check something for me,” he reminds you softly, hands caressing over your skin. You force yourself to listen to him, to push away the pleasure and focus on the pain. You go through the ritual steps of checking the feeling in your body and the circulation, and finally you nod.

“Good, doing so good for me,” he murmurs before he snaps his hips into yours, effectively erasing all thoughts from your brain. His own groans let you know he’s just as far gone as you are.

#sf9 #kinktober 2022 #inseong #sf9 x reader #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #drabble #smut

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yootaesowlwrites · 1 year

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Will You... - Kim Inseong

Warnings: Angst, fluff, unrequited love, slow burn.

W/C: 2.9K

You have known Inseong for over two years now, you two had met during one of his musical rehearsals where you worked as one of the technical crew members, and you both had crew closer to each other over the years. To the point that you knew how stressed he was about joining the military, not wanting to leave his parents alone and not wanting to leave his friends, that had become like family to him, behind.

“I promise to visit them,” You say as you walk with him towards the car. “And your friends will keep in contact with you, no matter what, don’t worry about it,” You tried to reassure him, but you weren’t sure if you were doing a good job with it. “Just make sure to call your parents also,” He nods his head. He looked so different with his shorter hair, yet, he looked exactly like Inseong.

“Have you two said goodbye,” Hwiyoung asks when you reach the car. You look at Inseong, giving him a sad smile, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on it, he immediately throws his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you,” He mutters into your shoulder. “Come visit me as soon as you’re allowed,” You nod your head as you comfortingly rub your hand over his back.

“I will,” You whisper, feeling a lump building in your throat. “Take good care of yourself,” You feel him take in a big breath, and knew he was trying not to cry into your shoulder. “It’s okay… I’m going to miss you so much, too,” And then he lets out a loud sob.

“Take care of yourself,” He mutters, not wanting to break the hug, but knowing he had to. “Once I’m allowed to use my phone, I’ll send you a message to come and visit me,” You nod your head and pat his back. He slowly pulls away from the hug and looks at you before turning towards the car.

“We’ll give him a big lunch,” Zuho says. You give him a sad smile and nod your head and watch as they all climbed into the car, tears begin slipping from your eyes and down your cheek as the car pulls away, taking your friend away.

Six weeks pass and your mind remained full of Inseong, wondering how he was doing and remembering all the things you did together. It only took you two weeks to realize how much you missed him and to realize that you had been in love with him for the past couple of months. As the time got closer to visiting him, you could feel yourself growing nervous, it almost felt like you were going to visit your lover, but you knew that wasn’t the case. You hadn’t spoken to him since the day you said goodbye to him.

“Y/n,” He says as you enter the building, he wraps his arms around you to pull you into a hug. “I missed you so much,” You could feel your heart rate picking up as he held you against him. “It was so quiet and boring without you,” You chuckle against his chest as you return the hug.

“I doubt, I think you made tons of friends already,” You say. He pulls back from the hug, looking at you offended. “Don’t give me that look, you can’t deny it.”

“Okay, I have, but none of them is like you,” He says and guides you towards a table. “They’re all different,” You shake your head and sit down at the table. “How have you been?”

“Good, I’ve been good, it’s quiet without you around,” You say. Your mind spun as you fought to confess to him or keep it to yourself. Would it be right of you to tell him while he was actively attending his military duties? “You should finish quickly and return home,” He laughs and nods his head.

“I’ll try to finish quickly,” He says. “Is it that horrible without me?” You nod your head, smiling at him. “Then I should finish quickly, I can’t let you suffer any longer,” You begin laughing.

“Yes, please, spare me the suffering,” You say between laughter. You look at him as your laughter dies down, he looked good, healthy, and like he was glowing, and you missed seeing that in your apartment.

“Should I show you around?” He asks. “Introduce you to the friends I’ve made?”

“I might get jealous that they can spend time with you every day,” You jokingly say, which makes him chuckle. “But sure, if you’re allowed to show me around,” He smiles and gets up from the chair.

“Come on,” He says. You get up and begin following out of the room, where everyone else was sitting and talking to their family members or friends.

As you leave the base, you could feel a pinch in your heart, you had decided not to tell him about your feelings, not wanting to complicate things for him while he was doing his duties. And you didn’t want to leave with a possible broken heart from him rejecting you and your feelings.

Months pass, and soon he was on a vacation day and had called you and his friends to spend time with him, you had arrived early, determined to tell him about your feelings. You sit down on the couch, and he sits down on another couch, you clap your hands in front of you and take in a deep breath.

“I must confess something to you, Inseong,” You say. He positions his body in your direction, ready to listen to what you had to say. “I like you, and I like you a lot, I realized when you left that I liked you more than a friend,” You watch as his eyes widen, and he shifts in his seat.

“Y/n, I’m currently doing my military duties,” He says. Trying to find the right words. “We can’t, it’s not going to work out, so don’t like me,” You felt your heart break into a million pieces.

“I know you’re busy with your duties, but I can wait for you,” You begin to say. “I don’t mind waiting for you.”

“Don’t,” He says sharply. “Don’t wait for me, don’t have feelings for me, you can’t put your life not pause for me,” You could feel a lump forming in your throat. “And who says you will feel the same when I finish my service?”

“I will,” You whisper, trying your hardest not to break down in front of him. “I will, Inseong,” He shakes his head, his face changing the more you push.

“No, don’t wait for me,” He says. “Who says I feel the same?” You pause and slowly begin to slump back in your seat. “Exactly, you didn’t think of that, and if I did feel the same, who says I won’t feel different when I finish?” You bite the inside of your cheeks, letting his words sink in.

“Well… at least you’re aware of my feelings for you,” You whisper. He was about to say something when the door opens and his friends and group mates enters, greeting him loudly and breaking up the conversation you were having. He hadn’t realized how much he had hurt you, how many pieces your heart felt like it was shattered in. And you didn’t realize that he felt the same, but thinks it would be better if you moved on from him while he was completing his service.

You sit there in silence as everyone else talks to him, you were only paying attention here and there until you finally made a quiet exit, right into the rain. You could feel the cold water hitting your skin and tears spill from your eyes as you make your way home, replaying his words over and over in your mind. Your clothes become soaked, and soon you’re drenched in water, but you couldn’t care less about that, you just wanted a moment to yourself and for a moment… it felt like the world was crying with you.

Weeks pass by, and you had minimal contact with Inseong, he had started to use the excuse that he was busy, but you had heard from the members that he always kept in contact with them, so, you stopped trying to get in contact with him, your heart aching as you try and get over him. It took months, to mend your heart just enough, or so you thought. You thought you were over him completely, but as you were starting to go out on dates with someone, to try and completely heal your broken heart, he returned.

Inseong was on his way to see you when he stops in his steps, his eyes falls on you as you were with another person, you were laughing with them, or at something they had told you, to him, it looked like you were enjoying yourself like you had moved on, while he hadn’t once stopped thinking about you. He could hear the surrounding sound disappears, and he swears he heard his own heart break as he watches you. If only he realized that your smile wasn’t reaching your eyes and your laugh wasn’t like it was when it was with him. He turns around, not wanting to see more.

Your smile disappears as you see the familiar person turning away and disappearing into the crowd, your heart begins aching, and your laughter dies completely. And all you want to do is run after him and welcome him home. But you were quickly reminded that he had stopped trying to keep in contact with you, and seeing as you had a different commitment now, it all stopped you from running after him. Your date picks up on the change in your behaviour, but decides not to say anything about it. He knew you had a heartbreak before you both had met, and he was willing to help you mend your heart. Until it happened a third time when you were on a date and your mood shifts.

“You never told me about the person that broke your heart,” He states. “What happened?” You inhale deeply, your mood already down as you had spotted Inseong again. It was like he was everywhere suddenly, was it a coincidence or was it on purpose?

“I… he was in the military and didn’t want me to wait for him,” You whisper, your date could see how down you looked.

“And now?” He asks, probably pushing it, but he would rather know.

“Now I have you, don’t I?” You ask, trying to change the subject and putting up a fake smile. He lets out a sigh and gives you a sad smile.

“I don’t think we’re going to work out,” He says. “I would be your second choice, compared to him,” You feel a lump forming in your throat, you had thought you had completely let Inseong go. “You’re not over him, and you love him… you’ll always love him,” But here you were, experiencing another heartbreak, but this time… it didn’t affect you like Inseong’s words had.

“But… But, he didn’t feel the same way,” You whisper.

“Are you sure of that?” He asks, you nod sadly nod your head.

“He said it himself…” You say. “When I met with him to confess to him…”

“That was a lie, I wouldn’t want someone to wait for me either if I was in the military because it can get lonely,” He says. “But you obviously haven’t moved on like he had thought you would… you should go meet with him,” He takes in a deep breath. “I’m letting you go because I care about you, we can still be friends, but I don’t think I’ll ever be your first choice…” You swallow and feel tears building up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper, trying to keep your tears inside.

“What are you sorry for?” He asks. “You can’t help who you fall in love with, and my person will come when the time is right,” He reaches for the side of your face and slowly slides his thumb along your cheek. “Don’t ever be sorry for being in love,” You nod your head and move closer to him, his arms move around you to hold you in a comforting hug. “Go after him, and be happy.”

A few days after that, Zuho invited you to one of the meet ups, and you nervously decide to go, not knowing if Inseong wanted to see you, not after breaking much contact off with you. As you enter the apartment, you were greeted by laughter and loudness, exactly what you expected. You only wish Jaeyoon was there to make sure you were distracted, but he was now off to fulfil his military duties.

“Hi,” You say as you step into the living room. Your eyes fall on Inseong and you can feel your heart fluttering and breaking at the same time. “Am I late?” Dawon gets up and moves a spot up, making space between him and Taeyang for you. You move towards the couch and sit down, feeling the awkwardness grow between you and Inseong.

“No, you’re just in time,” Rowoon says. “We got here a few minutes ago,” You nod your head and give him a faint smile. “Almost all of us are here.”

“How have you been, it’s been a while since we saw you,” Youngbin asks. “We were starting to think you were avoiding us,” You awkwardly chuckle and shake your head.

“No, no, I was just distracted by life,” You say. “But I should have visited, I’ll make sure to make time to see you guys,” He nods his head.

“When are we meeting your boyfriend?” Inseong suddenly asks, and quietness sinks into the room, you could only hear everyone breathing.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, or more sigh out. You didn’t have the slightest idea what he was talking about.

“I saw you with him when I went to meet with you,” He says. “It looks like you’re happy, so, I’m happy for you,” You let out another sigh and move your hands to grip the couch.

“They left me because they saw I wasn’t happy,” You say. His face falls, and you miss the excitement flashing through his eyes. “I saw you… three times and he picked it up, he picked up that I wasn’t really happy,” You lick your lips as the words go through your mind again. “And we weren’t dating, either, we were just going on dates to see if it would work out,” Inseong slowly nods his head.

“You… saw me three times?” He asks slowly. You nod your head. “I thought I was good at hiding…” You swallow and shake your head.

“You’re a horrible hider,” You mutter. “Besides, you stand out,” Everyone quietly got up from their places and slowly begins filling out the room to give you both some privacy.

“I’m sorry…” He whispers. “If I ruined it for you,” You bite the inside of your cheeks and take a moment.

“Don’t…” You whisper. “Do you think I would have ever been happy with someone else when I have such deep-rooted feelings for you?” You stand from the couch. “But I understand that you don’t have any feelings for me, so I will accept that.” Inseong quickly stands and grabs onto your hand as you begin to turn away.

“And what makes you think that I don’t feel the same?” He asks quickly. You slowly turn back to him.

“Because you said so over a year ago,” You whisper. “When I confessed my feelings to you,” He swallows as he blinks rapidly, the day and what he had said to you rushing through his mind, when he had looked for you to say his goodbye, you were already gone, and he couldn’t even give you a proper goodbye that day, and he hoped that ignoring you would help him, and you, but it seemed like it hadn’t helped one bit.

“I feel the same way,” He whispers. “I only said that because I didn’t want you to wait another year for me,” You watch as his eyes become glossed over. “I didn’t want you to put your life on pause with me, and wait.”

“And I told you that I don’t mind waiting,” You say. “Because you were worth it for me, Inseong,” He swallows as a lump forms in his throat. The word ‘were’ hit him hard.

“And now… Am I still worth it?” He asks carefully.

“I would still stupidly wait for you to return…” You whisper.

“I’m sorry…” He says, a stray tear slipping down his cheek, and you couldn’t help but feel tears build up in your eyes. “For saying that, for making you wait, for being a jerk,” He reaches for your cheek with his other hand. “For being an absolute idiot over a year ago,” His thumb slowly slides over your cheek. “I hope you can forgive me, for my stupidity, and for not doing this earlier,” You were about to ask him what he meant, but he pulls you into him and his lips touch yours, your eyes open wide before they slowly shut, and you return the kiss, his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your head and holds you in place, for your first kiss together, and many more to come in the future.

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lost-inthedream · 6 months

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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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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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When their sister gets a boyfriend (SF9)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#kpop #kpop blog #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #sf9 #sf9 reactions #sf9 imagines #sf9 inseong #sf9 youngbin #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 zuho #sf9 rowoon #sf9 taeyang #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 chani

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smileyyoungchan · 2 years

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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*

#sf9 drabble #sf9 reactions #sf9 imagines #sf9 x reader #youngbin imagine #inseong imagine #jaeyoon imagines #dawon imagine #rowoon imagine #zuho x reader #taeyang x reader #hwiyoung imagine #chani imagine #sf9 masterlist

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mo-notmoe · 1 year

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IM SEEING SF9 TOMORROW!!

and its gonna be my 9th concert this year...

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blu-joons · 2 years

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

Inseong:

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

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

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

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

“You should know how clumsy you are Inseong.”

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

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

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

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

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

Youngbin:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaeyoon:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dawon:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zuho:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rowoon:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoo Taeyang:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hwiyoung:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chani:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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