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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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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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

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

SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Want To Taste You - Yoo Taeyang

A/N: Thank you @taichoushadow for giving me the idea a few months back.

W/C: 7.9K

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

Prompts: “I know a way to release all that nasty tension.” + “I want to taste you.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, bondage, hair pulling, mention of blood, nudism, pet/nicknames, marking, biting, teasing, nipple sucking, nipple stimulation, slow build-up, dirty talking, handjob, begging/pleading, blowjob, cum swallowing, clit stimulation, fingering, cum tasting, shower sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

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

You enter the bedroom and saw Taeyang sitting on the side of the bed, his elbows on his thighs and his hands in his hair, for the past few weeks his schedule has been fully booked, and he had barely had a moment to breathe, and you had missed him. Right now, you could see the stress radiating off his body and knew you had to do something to lift it just for a moment, and to also satisfy the needy part inside you. You make your way towards the closet and open it, looking for something specific. Neither of you had spent much time together, and you missed him, but you understood his busy schedule, you did sign up for it when you said yes to being his.

You find what you were looking for and pull it from the closet before closing the doors, you make your way towards the bed and drop the tie next to him, he looks at the fabric before looking up at you, his hair was uneven, and you could see his eyes starting to show guilt.

“I don’t feel like going out, Y/n…” He mumbles. You lick your lips and reach for his shirt, your fingers slowly unbutton the white dress shirt he wore, and he could feel a shift taking place in the air. You undo the last button and slide your hands over his lower abdomen, over the happy trail that was starting to grow out again, before you move your hands higher. He takes in a deep breath as he begins to feel the tension in his muscles easing. You slide your hands over his chest, making sure to run your fingertips over his nipples before moving them to his shoulders.

You slide your hands over his broad shoulders before pushing his shirt off, making sure to keep your hands in contact with his skin as you slide them down his arms, using your wrists to push the fabric down. You push the sleeves over his hands and completely remove the shirt and pull it away from him, tossing it towards the laundry hamper near the bathroom door.

“Who said anything about going out?” You ask. He reaches for your waist to pull you close, but you grab onto his wrists, stopping him. “Put them behind your back,” You release his wrists, and he moves his hands behind him. You climb onto the bed, holding onto his shoulders for support, before you released them and reached down for his wrists. He could feel your hot breath against his exposed skin, over the back of his shoulder and then over the back of his neck, the tips of your hair tickling his skin as they brush against him when you moved.

“What are you planning on doing?” He asks. You pull the tie around his wrists, making sure to tie it firmly yet loose enough around his wrist to not cut off any blood supply from his hands. You look at how you had wrapped it around his wrists and nod before you place your hands on his shoulders again and lean a little closer.

“To relief your stress,” You whisper. Your lips brush right against his earlobe, which causes him to shiver. “And to take care of my needs at the same time,” You take his earlobe between your teeth and tug on it as you slide your hands over his shoulders, pausing at his chest when your fingers reached his nipples. You rub your index fingers over the buds and heard his breathing taking a dip for a moment, he could feel your breathing right against his ear as you tug on his earlobe.

“D-dove…” He breathes out. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as blood begins to flow towards his member, and he could feel it starting to harden. You release his earlobe and kiss down his neck, over his shoulder before your lips move down his spine, he could feel goosebumps appearing on his skin as you targeted his sensitive areas. “D-dove…” Your fingers circle his nipples, and he could feel his body responding to what you were doing to him.

“A moment, I’m connecting all the dots,” You mutter against his skin. You were targeting his moles, making sure to kiss them as you move lower and lower until you reached his hands. Your warmth against him suddenly disappears, and he feels the bed moving as you climb off it. “You seem highly stressed, and all that tension you’re carrying should be released… but I also missed you the last couple of weeks… months, actually… so while de-stressing you, I will take care of my wants and needs as well,” You watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. “I’ve been patiently waiting for you, you know.”

“I-I know,” He says. He could feel the air surrounding you both shift to a warmer one, a heavier one, and he knew that neither of you would be turning in early tonight. “And whatever you have planned for me, I will take it,” You give him a smile before nodding your head. “I’ll take it… but after this, you’re going to take what I give you.”

“Only fair,” You say and reach for the hem of your shirt, and pull it over your head. He watches as you toss it towards the laundry hamper, missing it by just a few centimetres, next was your bra to fly through the air and lands inside the hamper before you turned your attention to him fully once again. “But you’re first,” You step closer to him, stepping between his legs and moving your hand underneath his chin to lift his head and have him look up at you. You lift your other hand and trace the pads of your fingers over his lips, feeling how soft and plush they were underneath your touch. “So kissable… and all mine,” You lean down and press your lips against his, kissing him hard and hotly, both of your eyes shutting in pleasure.

His lips move with yours, and he could feel the kiss becoming deeper and heavier as the seconds ticked by, you swipe your tongue over his lips, and he parts his lips, allowing you entrance to his mouth. His skin grew hotter and sweat begins to form on him as he feels your tongue exploring every single inch of his mouth, not leaving a spot untouched by it. He pulls at the tie, hoping to pull his hands loose, but he quickly realises that you had done an excellent job at tying them together behind his back. He pushes his tongue against yours before pushing it into your mouth, running it along your tongue, and just as he was about to explore your mouth, you pulled back. Silver strings of saliva break off and cover his chin and yours, both of your lips swollen from the kiss and both of you breathing in hard.

“Whoa…” He breathes out as he opens his eyes. You could see the daze in them along with a cloud of lust swirling in them. You lick your lips as you feel your muscles tighten inside you for a moment and a wetness growing between your legs. You move your hand from underneath his chin along his jaw until your hand reaches the top of his head, and you slowly comb your fingers through his hair before gripping onto his locks and pulling his head back to expose his neck to you. “Fuck…”

“Soon,” You mutter. You lean down and press your lips against his Adam’s apple, softly kissing it and as you did, you felt it move against your lips as he swallows. Your lips wrap around it, and you begin sucking on it, you could feel it bobbing between your lips as his breathing was picking up.

“Hmm, hmm, Dove,” He mutters. You pull away from his Adam’s apple and kiss down to his collarbone, stopping at his mole. He could feel your lips brushing over it before you kissed it. You loved all of his moles, and you had made that clear since day one when you both had met. Your lips move between the two moles, and you bite down on his skin, causing him to let out a hiss. “Y/n…” You smirk against his skin as you lick over the bite mark and move lower. You sink to your knees in front of him and lean closer to his chest and release the tight grip you had on his hair. “Wait…” You pause and look up at him. “Put a pillow underneath your knees,” You could feel your heart soften before nodding your head.

“Right, yes, okay,” You say and stand from the ground, you reach over the bed and pull one of the pillows towards you before dropping it onto the floor between his feet. “Thank you,” You lower onto your knees on top of the pillow, feeling the soft fluffy pillow underneath your knees instead of the rug felt much better.

“Of course, I don’t want you hurting your knees,” He says. You look down as you smile, you only grew fonder of him every single day, he gave you enough reason to grow fonder of him and fall even deeper in love with him. You lift your head and lean closer to his chest, his eyes follow your movement and soon his lids flutter as he feels your lips touch his nipples, which were indeed sensitive. “Ohh…” You slip your tongue out of your mouth and slowly lick over the bud, hearing him squirm as your tongue laps at his nipple. “Dove…” You place one hand on top of his thigh, feeling the fabric of his jeans underneath your hand and making a mental note that you would have to remove those quickly.

“Hmm, your mouth feels so good…” He sighs. You bring your other hand up, and he felt your thumb brush over his other nipple and rub slow circles around it. “H-hmm,” His chest was rising deeply and falling slowly as he takes in deep breaths. You wrap your lips around his nipple, and you watch as he swallows, just having him slowly becoming putty in your hands and having him starting to make all these little noises for you was making you wet. You could feel your skin starting to become clammy as sweat begins to appear on it, the room was hot, the air surrounding you was hot. “F-Fuck…” You pull back from his nipple and lick a stripe towards his other nipple, and slide your hand down his stomach before hooking the tips of your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. “D-dove…”

“Hmm,” You hum at him. You slide your fingers along his waistband while your tongue licks over his nipple, causing his breathing to become heavier. You unbutton his jeans and push the zipper down. “Lift…” You pull back from his nipple and watch as he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans down his hips. He sits back down, and you slide his jeans down his legs, making sure to brush your knuckles against his skin as you do.

“Ohh, fuck…” He moans, feeling the touch you were leaving behind on his skin, it felt like you were setting him ablaze before the heat quickly died down when your touch had disappeared. He lifts his feet, and you pull his pants off, and you toss the rough fabric behind you, not caring that you missed the hamper by a long shot. Your eyes drop to the tent raging in his underwear, you could see a wet patch already on the fabric, and lick your lips.

“You already look so needy,” You coo. You place your hand on top of his thigh and slowly slide it towards his boxers, your fingers slide over the fabric and slowly creep closer to the outline of his cock. You hear his breathing slow down as he felt your fingers near him hard-on. “Remember to breathe, Tyang…” Your fingers touch the bulge through the fabric.

“Fuck,” He hisses. He was already sensitive to the light touch on his cock, you slide your fingers along his length. “Fuck…” Your fingers pause midway, and you lift them off his cock to place them against his happy trail, he takes in a stuttering breath and feels your fingers slowly trace along the trail.

“You keep removing this also,” You mutter. “Not only do I miss you like crazy, but then you remove this also, which drives me insane because just… look at it, it leads right down to where you need my attention the most right now, right where I love making your mind spin, and you moan my name for me,” He watches you intently as you begin to lean closer. “I wish you could just leave it alone and let it be there to make me happy, it’s called a happy trail for a reason,” You press your lips against the top of the trail and slowly kisses down along it, following it all the way until your lips reached his underwear.

His breathing had picked up, and you could see how flushed his skin was, his ears were read as he watches you. You flatten your tongue against the trail and lick upwards, his lips part and a low groan leave the back of his throat as he felt a pleasurable sensation running through his veins that was causing the fire inside him to grow bigger. Your mouth encloses his belly button, and he feels your tongue circling it before you pulled back and dropped your hands to the elastic of his underwear. Without needing to ask, he lifts his hips, and you smirk, knowing how needy and desperate he was for you to touch his cock.

You tug his boxers down and slowly drag them along his legs as he lowers his hips down to the bed, he lifts his feet, and you watch as his muscles tighten as he does. You remove his boxers from him and toss them behind you, hearing it land somewhere in the room, definitely not near the hamper, but that would be later’s worries when you would pick everything up to go wash it. His cock slaps against his lower abdomen, leaving a smear and splatter of pre-cum behind on his skin, which only makes you lick your lips as you feel your mouth water.

“So hard, so needy,” You breathe out. He could see lust swirling in your eyes as you keep your eyes locked on his cock, he could feel his mind beginning to spin with how you paid attention to him, you always made sure to give him exactly what he wanted and needed, but tonight almost felt slightly different, and he wasn’t so sure if you would be giving him what he’s craving at the moment. He feels your hand touch his thighs and slide over them, and to the inside of him, he could feel your hands getting closer and closer to his cock, your fingertips almost touching his balls.

“No!” He gasps as he feels you pulling your hand away. A devious smirk on your lips as you look up at him, you were going to be playing with him, making him sweat and beg for you to touch him. “Fuck, you’re going to be so bad to me tonight, aren’t you?” His breathing was hard, and you could see his neck veins starting to come out, and you could only imagine that the veins on his arms had already started to appear as well.

“Well, you do have months of tension pent-up in your muscles, I should make sure that it’s all released and taken care of,” You say, and then gave him the most innocent smile you could muster up. You watch his jaw clench as he swallows, trying to mentally prepare himself for what’s to come. “Just relax and enjoy it all,” He watches as you lean closer to his leg, your lips press against his thigh, and you gently kiss the spot, your eyes leave his face, and you focus your attention on his leg, wanting him as riled up as you could possibly have him before you would give him what he wanted, ad needed.

“Fuck…” He sighs. Your lips travel a little higher, and he feels your teeth grazing over his skin and moments later they sink into his skin, making him jerk his leg at the sensation that goes through his veins. “Fuck… Dove, Y/n,” You suck on the spot, wanting to leave a deep purple bruise behind along with your teeth marks before moving higher and moving to the inside of his thighs, he could feel your hair tickling the inside of his thighs as you got closer to his cock. “Dove… Please,” You felt your insides twist for a moment as you hear him say the word ‘please’, your wetness growing more between your legs.

Your lips brush against his skin, and he watches you with such intensity as you kiss the spot before sucking on it and leaving another dark mark behind on his skin, it was like you were letting him know how frustrated you had been the last few months without his attention, without his touches by making him feel frustrated to not able to touch you, and just watch as you tease him and have him wondering when you would touch his cock.

“Please, dove…” He says, his tone sounding strained as he pleaded with you. He pulls at the tie, hoping it would get loosened, but again, it didn’t, and he was left in frustration as he could only watch you and feel what you were doing to him. You turn your head, turning your attention to his other thigh, your teeth dig into his skin. “Fuuuucccckkk,” His low moan caused your pussy to clench and unclench, you could hear the wet noises coming from yourself as you did.

“So eager,” You say as you pull back from his thigh. You glance up at his face, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead and beads of sweat appearing on his chest and neck. “Fuck…” You place a hand at the top of his thighs, squeezing it, before you moved your head a little higher to kiss just next to the mark you left behind. Your eyes drop to the head of his cock, pre-cum glistened on it, and you could see it leaking down his cock and slowly roll along his length. You pull back from sucking on his thigh and slowly slide your head closer to his cock, your lips staying in constant contact with his skin as you do.

“Fucking… fuuuckkk,” He mumbles, watching you closely. His eyes widen as he feels some of your hair tickling against the underside of his cock, and for a moment he thought you were going to take him into his mouth, only for you to pull your head back. “Noooo,” You slide your hand on top of his thigh towards his cock, making sure to trace your fingers over his pubic bone before you curled your fingers around the base of his cock, feeling the pre-cum that had trickled all the way down underneath your hand.

“Hmm, how hot is that, Tyang?” You ask, almost purring out your words. “You’re making such a mess and I haven’t even properly touched your cock yet,” He felt his mind spin, his hips buck as he felt your warm hand wrapping around his cock, this was what he wanted, what he needed, or almost. You slowly twist your hand around the base of his cock, spreading his arousal over it, before slowly sliding your hand upwards. “Look how shiny it is,” You spread his arousal over his cock, quickly making the entire length glisten with his pre-cum and causing it to glisten in the light. “It looks so delicious right now,” He shivers as he hears you loudly lick your lips.

Your hand reaches the head of his cock, and you lift your gaze to watch his face as you slowly slide the pad of your thumb over his head, over the slit on his cock. He bites his bottom lip as he inhales deeply through his nose, you could see how desperate he was for you to touch him there, and you knew he was even more desperate to feel your mouth wrap around him.

“You’ll get what you want in a few minutes,” You whisper. His eyes abruptly move to meet yours, he keeps them locked with yours and you both stare at each other with such intensity that you could feel a ball of pleasure forming inside you and your juices leaking through your folds and making a mess in your panties. His eyes were dark as he watched you, the gaze he held was enough to make you come undone when it was him between your legs, but right now, the roles were switched, and you had him right where you wanted him, needed him.

“Dove… Pl-please, please, I need more,” He pleads with you, the begging tone he had, was causing a tingling sensation to go through your core. “Please…” You circle your thumb over the slit before slowly spreading the oozing arousal around the tip before slowly working your way down his length, spreading it all over him. You could feel the prominent vein on the underside of his cock underneath your touch as you move your hand lower and lower until it reached the base of his cock once more. “Fuck, please… Uhh hmpf,” He tilts his head back as he felt his mind spinning more and more. He was getting close to his release, he could practically taste it, and he wanted, no, he needed your mouth to trigger that release for him.

“Soon,” You whisper. Your hand slides along his length, the warm feeling of your hand was driving his mind insane, and the fact that he couldn’t touch you either, it felt like torture to him. Your thumb swipes over his slit again, making him buck his hips, trying to get more from you, from your hand. “So cute when you’re this desperate and needy,” You twist your hand around the head of his cock, and for a moment he swore he stopped breathing as he fought to keep himself from exploding right then and there. You watch as he swallows before you lower your gaze to his cock. “So hot too,” You lick your lips and lean down.

He lifts his head as he felt your hair touch his thighs and looks down at you, his eyes wide as he pays close attention to what you’re doing. His breathing had slowed down, afraid if he moved too much that you would back away again. You glance up at him, and part your lips as you get closer to the tip.

“Y-Y/n…” He whimpers. You let out a breath, and watch him buck his hips as the air touches his wet cock, the cool air causes his muscles to pull and twitch, and you knew just how close he was. His thighs tense as he continues to feel your breath against his cock, cooling the hot arousal that was spilling from him. “Y-y/n-n…” Hearing him stutter your name was turning you on and making your skin grow warmer and your wetness to grow. “M-more, I ne-need mo-more, fuck, pl-please,” You lean closer, and he stops breathing for a moment as your lips wrap around his cock. “Fuuuuucccckkkkk,” He inhales sharply as he feels your mouth slowly take more of his cock. You watch his stomach muscles pulling, and you knew he was fighting hard to keep himself from spilling his load into your mouth immediately.

“Hmm, hmm,” He whimpers and whines. You bob your head up and down the tip of his cock, hearing his strangled groans and moans, the sound was like music to your ears and you absolutely loved it. Your tongue pressed against his slit, knowing it was driving him mad as you did, you reach with your other hand and cupped his balls, feeling them tighten underneath your grip. “I’m…” You had the perfect view of his muscles pulling and tensing. “Y/N!” He screams before he falls back on the bed, he bucks his hips upwards, his cock sliding deeper into your mouth, you could feel it twitch inside you and completely halt what you were doing. “NO, NO, FUCK, DON’T STOP!” The desperation in his scream made you press your thighs together to create some type of friction for yourself.

“Y/n, please, fuck, fuck, don’t do this, please, fuck, let me cum,” He pleads with you. “Please, fuck, I’ll take such good care of you if just let me cum right now, please,” Suddenly his hips jerk, and you feel his cock reach the back of your throat as you suck on his cock harshly. “FUCK, YES, YES, PLEASE!” He tugged at his tie again, needing to grab onto your hair and guide you over his cock and get him to where he needed to be. “FUCK, PLEASE DON’T STOP!” His hips uncontrolled thrust upwards, you keep your head still as he fucks himself into your mouth, he could feel his balls tightening and his muscles tightening. “FUCK!” His cock twitches in your mouth and you brace yourself as you squeeze his balls. “YYYY/NNNN!” Hot ropes of cum spill into your mouth, and spill from your mouth as it fills quickly, you try swallowing as much as you could, but his load was too much.

The saltiness spreads through your mouth as you swallow, and use your tongue to ease him through his high, his hips rocking upwards as he gets himself off on your mouth, the tension he felt had evaporated and his mind was spinning while his body was shaking with ecstasy, the indescribable feeling had taken control of his body and to him, it felt like he was floating through the clouds. You pull your mouth off his cock which was starting to soften once his body had calmed down enough, you release his balls and his cock and place your hands on his thighs, letting him feel the mess he had caused on himself and on your hands as you drag your hands along his thighs, leaving a smear of his load behind on his skin.

“Fuck…” He breathes out. You lick your lips, trying to clean your mouth before you use the back of your hand to wipe everything clean from your mouth and chin, you could feel the sticky liquid as it drips down your chest, he had made a mess not just on himself but on you as well. He lifts his head to look at you before using the little energy he has to force himself to sit upright. “Fuck, you look so…” You reach around him, and he feels your fingers pulling at the knot you had made, and moments later his hands were freed from their bindings.

“Feeling better?” You ask. He slowly nods his head and watches as you stand from the ground, your hands moving to your knees to rub them. The pillow did cushion most of it, but you could still feel a strain on them. He watches as you pick the pillow up and toss it back onto the bed. “Feeling relaxed?”

“I am…” He says. His eyes watch you cautiously, trying to figure out what your next move would be. “Thank you for relieving my stress and taking most of it off,” You give him a warm smile, but he could see that you were trying to hide the lust you felt, you still needed a release.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” You say. You step back, and he watches as you turn your back to him and make your way towards the laundry hamper, he watches as you push your pants down along with your panties and drop them into the hamper before you disappear into the bathroom. Your skin was glistening from sweat, and he could feel his hair sticking to his skin. He could use a shower also, a long one with you. And as tired as he felt right now, he knew he couldn’t just let you take care of your own problem, it had been months since you last were this intimate with each other.

He pushes himself to stand and quickly strides to the bathroom as he hears the shower being turned on, he enters the bathroom and watches as you step underneath the water and pull the door shut behind you. He swallows as he watches you run your hands over your neck and shoulders and down your arms. It should be his hands. He quickly pulls the door open, making you snap your head in his direction as the cold air rushes into the hot cubicle.

“I want to taste you,” He simply says and steps into the shower, pulling the door shut behind him before backing you up against the tiled wall. You gasp as your warm back hits the cold wall, a rush of ecstasy going through you at the sudden temperature change against your skin. His lips were immediately against your neck, going lower and lower until they reached your nipple, and he wrap his lips around it, one of his hands cup your breast and his thumb immediately presses against the nub and begins rubbing it. His other hand moves between your legs, and you feel his fingers come in contact with your juices that were coating your folds and the crease of your thighs.

“Fuck, Tyang… fuck,” You moan. His fingers quickly became coated with your arousal, and he was now well aware of how wet you were from teasing him and making him feel good. He briefly pulls away from your nipple and lifts his head to make eye contact with you.

“You’re so fucking wet, and you wanted to come wash it all off without letting me feel, or have a taste?” His tone was low and dangerous as he spoke, which caused your pussy to clench. “So fucking naughty and filthy of you,” His head dips down, and his lips were right back on your nipple, sucking harshly on it, which was causing a sensation to rush through and go straight to your pussy and to the ball of pleasure building inside you.

“Tyang… Tyang, fuck, Tyang!” You cry out. Your lids fluttered at the indescribable pleasure that coursed through your veins and ignited your skin. The glass quickly fogs up from the hot water and from the actions happening between the two of you, you reach out with one hand and slam your hand against the glass, trying to grab onto something, anything. His fingers slip between your folds, and you feel them easily glide over your pussy with how slippery your juices were. “Tyaaaanggg,” His finger rubs at your clit, and you could feel goosebumps forming on your skin. “Good, so good, fuck,” Your mind was spinning with pleasure when he suddenly releases your nipple.

“I said I wanted a taste…” He mutters. His tone is low, he feels your pussy clench at his words, and a smirk forms on his lips. “And that’s exactly what I’m going to do now,” You watch as he lowers down to his knees in front of you, his hand releasing your nipple and breast and sliding down to hold onto the crease of your hip. “Spread your legs,” You step your feet apart and watch as he leans closer to your pussy. His lips press against your mound, and he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses down to your folds.

“TAEYANG!” You cry out as his lips make contact with your sensitive clit. You reach down with your other hand and twist your fingers into his locks, pulling at them as he licks over your clit. “TAE!” The feeling of his tongue sliding over your clit was causing the pleasure inside you to grow more. “OH, oh, fuck…” Your heart pounded in your ears as you hear your blood rushing through your veins. His fingers slide along the inside of your folds before they come together once they reach your entrance. “Ohhh,” You press your head against the tiled wall and close your eyes.

“Ohh, you taste so delicious,” He says as he pulls back briefly. He slides his fingers inside you, making you curl your toes at the stretch and filling feeling you feel. His tongue returns to your clit, and you feel him lick a long slow thick stripe along it.

“TYANG!” You cry out as you bend over. “Taeyang, oh, oh, fuck, Taeyang…” You feel his fingers curl inside you once they were fully inside you, you hear the sucking sound of your wetness as he moves his fingers inside you. “Shit, I…” You slowly straighten yourself, only to feel him pull away from your clit and kiss down your thighs.

“I should repay the favour to you for marking my thighs,” He says. He looks up at you and finds you already looking down at him with wide eyes, the lust had completely taken over, and he could see it swirl in your eyes along with the want and need for him. You watch as he parts his lips before he pressed them against your thighs, your back arches, and you tilt your head back against the tiles as his teeth sink into your skin, while at the same time, his fingers pump in and out of you, curling every few times inside you.

“TAE!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping further into the pleasurable feeling that’s taken control of your body. Your breathing was fast and loud, your body felt like it was shaking, and you weren’t sure if you could keep standing on your own for long. “Taaaeeee,” He pulls back from your thigh before moving to the other and licking over it before his lips attach to your skin, and you feel him sucking on it. “Fuck… I…” Your fingers scratch at the glass, still trying to find something to grab onto and hold onto. “Fuck, fuck, Tae…”

“Hmm, so pretty,” He mutters once he pulls away from your thigh. His lips gently touch your skin as he kisses his way back to your pussy before taking a fold between your lips and sucking on it. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the blissful feeling go through you, how could you even describe it? His fingers continue to pump in and out of you slowly, making sure to drag everything out before he would let you cum. “Hmm,” The vibrations of his hum travel through your pussy and up to the ball of tension inside you, adding to it as it was starting to threaten to come apart.

“TAE!” You couldn’t help but scream his name, it felt so good. “Oh, my fucking…” He tugs at your fold before he releases and takes hold of the other one. Your toes curl against the tile floor, and you feel a tingling sensation slowly creeping up your legs. “Taaaeeee,” You could see stars dancing behind your lids as your high was slowly approaching you. “I… I’m…” He tugs on your fold, and you feel a light friction against your clit as he does, it felt like he was tugging right at that ball of tension inside, taunting it. “Taaeeyyanng,” A third digit easily slips into you with how wet you were, the sucking sound was only getting louder the faster he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Taeyang, Taeyang, oh, my fuck,” You quickly say. Your mind was starting to spin, and the little specs of dust were becoming bigger and brighter behind your lids. “TAE!” He releases your fold, and you feel his lips wrap around your clit, you push your hips forward and against his face, his fingers slipping deeper inside and his nose presses against your mound. “FUCK!” It felt like a bolt of lightning going through you as the knot of pleasure inside you suddenly comes undone. “TAEYANG!” You hunch over as if your upper body was pulled down as your release hits you. You try and squeeze your legs shut, only to press your thighs right against the side of his head.

“Hmm,” He moans as he feels the warmth from your thighs against him. The hum only made your body jerk as it was right against your sensitive clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster to get you through your high while he sucked harder on your clit.

“FUCK!” You moan and bring your hand away from the glass to grab onto his shoulder, your fingers dig into his skin as you keep yourself from sinking to the floor. “I’M!” You push back against him, pushing yourself upright against the wall again. Your body slowly calms down, and he slips his fingers from you, and he slowly releases your clit with a soft popping sound. “Fucking… fuck, Tyang…” You keep your eyes closed as you take in several deep breaths, you could feel the spray from the shower hitting your body, Taeyang must have been soaking wet from how it would be hitting him.

You release the tight grip you had on his shoulder and on his hair and let your hands fall to your side. Your heart drummed loudly in your ears, and you tried to gather your thoughts to focus on the sounds surrounding you. Water, and hard breathing… along with the sound of something wet moving. You lift your head and look down at Taeyang, and found his hand around himself, slowly stroking his cock that had hardened from sucking on your clit and fingering you.

“Oh, my fucking, fuck,” You whimper out and squeeze your eyes shut, inhaling sharply before you opened your eyes to look down at him again. The sight was sinful. He was on his knees, his hair was covering his eyes, and it was completely wet, his skin glistened from the water and his hand around his cock.

“You’re just this… irresistible,” He breathes out. “I need you around my cock,” Your pussy clenches at his words, and you hold one of your hands out for him to take. He instantly placed his hand in yours and carefully stands from the shower ground, making sure not to slip. “We need to find a place that has a bigger shower, one with a seat,” He presses his body up against yours, making you feel his warmth and as he strokes himself. “It would make things so much easier,” You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and watch as he tilts his head back, he was practically rock hard already.

“Put it in…” You whisper. “We’re both gonna cum equally fast, put it in, fuck, please,” You feel his hand grab onto the back of your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist, the head of his cock pushes past your folds and slides over your clit before stopping against your slit. He lifts his head to look at you, you unwrap your hand from his cock and grab onto his wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock before you buck your hips forward, causing his cock to slide into you. “TAE!”

“F-fuck,” He grunts. His lids fluttered at the sudden tightness around the head of his cock. To say he was sensitive from cumming so hard earlier would be an understatement. “Uhgmm,” Your jaw slacks as you feel his cock stretching your walls and filling your pussy, he pushes his hips forward and fills your pussy to the brim, before pausing and giving you both a moment to calm down enough.

“Fuck, uhm, Tae…” You whimper. His eyes were dark, and you could see the lust dancing in them, which made your walls clench and unclench around him. He leans in closer and lifts your hand above your head, pressing it against the tiled wall.

“Keep doing that… and I’m gonna fill you right now,” He says, his voice strained as he spoke. He slowly pulls his hips back, and the wet squelching sound quickly fills the cubicle as his cock slides from you, only stopping until the tip remained inside you.

“It's not my f-fault you feel so g-good inside me,” You stutter out. You feel a shiver go up your spine right before he thrusts into you, you press your head against the wall as your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure ecstasy. His thrusts were slow and long, which was not only making your mind spin but his also. His other hand holds onto the back of your thigh, keeping it wrapped around his waist. “F-fuck, so good… so good, Tyang,” His nose brushes against yours and you both stare into each other’s eyes, not once breaking away from the intense eye contact.

“You… take it so good,” He breathes out. You were breathing hard and so was he, it was like time had slowed down for the both of you. “Mine… you’re mine,” He squeezes your hand as he thrusts into you before loosening his grip as he slides out. “I love you so much,” His lips brush against yours, and your eyes shut as your lips move together in a slow passionate kiss. Your free hand moves to the back of his head, and your fingers slide through his wet locks before you grip them. This quickly turned into a slow, passionate love-making session, which was a big change from the pace you had in the bedroom and when you first got in the shower.

“I love you too, Tyang, so much…” You whisper against his lips once the kiss was broken. You could feel his hot breath lingering against your lips as he pants with each thrust. “Faster…” And as if on command, his hips move a little faster. You could feel a pleasurable tension pulling inside you, and knew it wouldn’t take long before you would become undone once more. He could feel his balls starting to tighten as your walls pulse around his cock, milking him to fill you with his load.

“Fuck…” He grunts. “I’m not…” Your walls clench around him and hear him take in a stuttering breath before you felt his hips stutter against yours. “Last…” You move your hips against him, meeting his thrusts halfway, which only makes his mind spin. “Dove…”

“I’m gonna cum…” You whisper. You push your chest against his as your back arches, your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids and your head tilts back against the tiled wall. He opens his eyes and watches as you swallow loudly. “TAE!” And then he felt it, he felt a rush around his cock as your juices surround him and push past his cock. It felt like your body was floating with how light it became the moment the tension inside you snapped, your mind was thrown into the clouds, and it drifts through the sky as your body shakes with ecstasy. “TAE, OH, FUCK!” His movements pick up as he chases after his high, his balls felt tight, and it felt like it was only getting tighter the closer he got to the edge.

“FUCK!” He groans as he feels a sudden snap inside you. His hips rapidly push against yours as hot ropes of cum spill into you. “Fuck, fuck, taking it so… fuck,” He rocked his hips against yours as he fucks his load back into you. “Fuck!” You pull at his hair as you feel his cock hitting every right spot inside you.

“Tae!” You whimper as you feel your body slowly coming down from cloud nine. It felt like jelly, and you swore if it weren’t for him pushing you up against the tiled wall, you would have been on the floor by now. You keep your head rested against the tiled wall, feeling his body shake against yours as he gets himself through his high before coming to a halt against you. His head falls to your shoulder and you both breathe loudly and take a moment to go through the aftershocks of what had happened, the afterglow slowly begins to settle in as you catch your breath.

You release the grip on his hair and slowly slide your hand down his back before stopping when your hand reaches his hip as you open your eyes to look at the glass door behind him. He lifts his head and looks at you with a worn-out expression, his smile was lazy, but it seemed like he was satisfied, you at least hope he was.

“Satisfied?” He softly asks. You nod your head and feel him release your hand he had pinned to the tiled wall. “Does anything hurt?” He lowers your leg down to the floor and his hand moves to the inside of your thigh where he knew he had bit down.

“Nothing hurts,” You mutter, before your eyes dropped to his thighs that had a lot more bite marks than yours. “Do… those hurt?” You lift your gaze with a worried expression, he could see the concern in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile.

“They’re fine,” He softly says. “Let me clean you,” He pulls you underneath the water, your hair becoming soaked as the shower sprays directly on your head. “Let me clean all of you, and I’ll help you dry it also,” He grabs the wash cloth and lathers some soap onto it, you quickly take the soap from him and pick up his wash cloth and lathers it up as he begins to was over your shoulders and chest.

You put the soap down and begin washing him, it was silent as you washed each other, making sure to get every spot and making sure to rinse it off as well, you watch him pick up the shampoo and pour some on his hand, you hold your hand out, making him chuckle but poured some into your hand also. You rub your hands together before reaching up and lathering his hair with the shampoo, as he did the same.

He had learned your hair-washing routine, and you had learned his, so when there were days when either of you were too tired but needed to wash, the other would give a lending hand. Once you finish with the entire routine, you climbed out of the shower and handed each other a towel. A comfortable silence had settled between you both as you took care of each other in the moments after the intimacy.

It only took another two hours before you were both in bed, snuggling up to each other. His arms firmly around you and your legs tangled with his, both of you quickly falling asleep to the sound of the other’s breath and heartbeat.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” You hear him mumble. You heard yourself give a soft ‘hmm’ before you were completely knocked out and fast asleep in his arms.

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taeandpuppies · 8 months

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

Just a small something for @yootaesowl 🧡

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taichoushadow · 3 months

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Unwind with me | Yoo Taeyang

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x reader

AN: Yoo Taeyang fluff for @yootaesowl 🤎

everyone send her something cute for her man's birthday!

Summary: After a day filled with carrying boxes inside, it's time for you and your boyfriend to unwind.

Genre: fluff. Just pure fluff.

''What are you doing?'' You heard his voice first before you felt his arms circling around your waist as he stepped onto the balcony with you.

''Nothing.'' You simply answer him, continiuing to gaze out onto the lively city beneath you. ''It's cold though. Being out here with a jacket.'' Taeyang sighs, resting his chin on top of your head, mumbling something about you being stubborn and just pulls you closer if that was even possible knowing you're basically sandwiched between him and the railing.

Taeyang watches how his breath forms clouds into the sky, looking up at the full moon that just shines right above the building. He smiles at that, unable but to think that even the moon congratulates the two as it beams right where they are.

''I havent packed out that box yet.'' You state just like that and the reply that comes from him leaves you chuckling, patting his hand that has settled on your stomach as if to tell him this was to be expected and he should have, if he truly knows you that he always claims that he does.

''Yeah..'' He trails off, turning to the apartment behind him, seeing the boxes stacked up and taking up the most space in the living room. Words scribbled what's supposed to be inside them but he knows that some boxes definitely will be mystery ones.

''I can't really blame you.'' He turns you two around, him being the one who has his back against the railing while he finally gets to see your gorgeous face. ''You probably will have to guess in which box the jackets will be.'' Your expression changes, grimacing at the thought of having to just unpack every box without having a plan on where to start. Taeyang knows how much you rely on lists sometimes, always having a plan for things, yet the move suddenly was sooner than expected and you two ended up throwing stuff in boxes that were already labeled for -well- not the stuff you ended up putting in.

''But that's for another day to worry.'' Taeyang cups your cheek, lifting your chin for him to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. ''I wanted to take a walk with you.'' He then begins, tugging a lock of your hair behind your ear before he caresses your cheeks once again. ''Let me show you around the neighbourhood.''

Closing your eyes at his touch, you rest against his chest, his warmth spreading around you in the cold air of the night. A nightwalk around the neighbourhood just with him does sound like everything right now and you nod, burying yourself more in the comfort of him.

''Let me grab my jacket for you.'' Taeyang steps away from the railing and guides you back to the apartment where he snatches his coat that he discarded on the boxes and motions to you to hold out your arm as he helps you getting all nice and warm.

''Warm?'' is what he asks then after zipping you up and straightening the collar. You hum as an answer but realize he is the one without one and you frown. ''But you're gonna be cold, we cant go then.'' Your fingers find the zipper but Taeyang quickly stops you with a laugh.

''Don't you think I was prepared for this? I know you, (y/n).'' and he rounds the corner, coming back with another coat for himself. ''Always prepared.''

With your hand clasped in his, you two roam the unfamiliar streets. Atleast to you. For your boyfriend the streets weren't as unknown to you and he happily showed you around in the serene of the night. Pointing out where you could buy the best vegetables and which shops you actually needed to avoid.

He even enthusiastically showed you the hidden ones that normally, only the old people were able to go to but since the elders seemed to adore him, they didn't mind sharing the hidden gems with him.

''And there- '' Taeyang pulls you a little closer by pressing his hand on your waist, making sure you have the same line of sight as he has. ''- RIght there is where I will propose.''

Your heart skips a beat at his words, eyes taking in the small park lit up by lanterns hanging on the brances of trees, creating this magical path to the pond, the ripples in the water cast what could have been a different world as the moon sways in it's dance.

''Tae-yang..'' You breathe out, lost in the sight infront of you, unaware of the man looking at you just the same. You feel a ghost like kiss right below your eye. ''P-propose?''

Your breathing starts to pick up, stomach dropping as you're unsure what to think. You love him, with all of your soul and you would be hollow if he stepped out of your life. Opening and closing your mouth, you turn to look at him and you the smile on his face. ''Tae-'' He hushes you by placing both hands on your cheeks. ''I know what you are thinking.''

Taeyang knew what was going to happen inside your pretty head once he uttered those words, he saw the emotions flash through your eyes and the way your body stiffened just a little, he found adorable and chuckled.

''To be my forever girlfriend. What else should it be, dove?'' He teased, grabbing the flesh of your cheek to pinch.

With a pout, you just let him pinch your cheek like that however he surprises you by suddenly cupping your jaw and slotting his lips over yours. The protest dies down in the kiss, the wind suddenly feeling colder now that you feel your face heating up at the public display of his affection to you.

It doesn't happen often seeing his job and reputation. You fully melt into him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and deepening the kiss by pinching his chin between your fingers to put a bit of pressure on his jaw and he lets out a small moan, knowing what you're asking of him.

''Y/n..''

When he does utter your name, you slide in your tongue and the butterflies seem to suddenly know arobatics when you do hear him sigh in bliss, happily letting you take the reigns in this kiss. One hand finds their home in your hair, pressing you even closer to him by the back of your head and keeps a tight grip around your neck aswell.

It's then that the sound of tires on a wet road have you two realizing exactly where you are and jump away from eachother like this isn't something you should be doing, eventhough it's pretty normal for a couple to do.

Your heart hammers in your chest for many reasons, licking your lips when your eyes lock on his. You two are silent before bursting out in laughter and you do slap his chest.

''Is this why you took me out for a walk? Having ulterior motives?'' Your click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and look away dramatically.

''I was surprised you fell right into my trap.'' Taeyang reaches for you, tugging onto your wrist and practically fly right into his chest. ''Besides-'' His thumb drags down your lower lip, lets it linger before it 'pops' back in place. ''-You're the one who just seduced me.''

''Me?'' You gasp loudly, pointing to yourself, never have been so offended by an accusation. How dare he.

Taeyang sees the pout on your face, your head tilted to the side with your arms crossed over your chest as you huff. There was no doubt he was sure about the move in together, he has been thinking about it quite awhile that even his members at last told him to just ask you after having to listen to him sigh about not being able to come home to you and having to deal with his sulking.

Without a word, he steers his direction back to the apartment, walking with his hands behind his head and with a little pop in his steps, he grins widely. The love overflowing like a waterfall from his heart and he can't help but to jump once, throwing his hands in the air, unable to surpress the feelings.

''You coming?!'' He says, waving you over but does not wait for an answer while you merely just watch the practically dancing man walking up the street, the moon shining right above him.

''I am coming.'' You say more to yourself than to him and quicken your pace to fall into step beside him. His hand find yours naturally, stuffing it back into his pocket to keep them warm as you two make your way back to your shared apartment and the boxes waiting to be unpacked.

#yoo taeyang #yoo taeyang imagine #yoo taeyang fluff #sf9 #sf9 imagine #sf9 fluff #yoo taeyang fic #sf9 fic #taeyang imagines #just wholesome love to be honest #Yoo taeyang x reader

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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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kimjuncottton · 1 year

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05-14-2023 yoo taeyang instagram story

#so many things to say #but I’m sad it was a silent video #and I can’t imagine just dawon and zuho in one car together lmao like???#sf9 #yoo taeyang #hwiyoung #chani #ig: yoo taeyang

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Steam | Yoo Taeyang | (f)

Summary: Taeyang comes home exhausted and you've never seen him hurting so much before. Word count: 1.4k Warnings: none

The water has been running for what felt like hours. You’re getting worried because Taeyang isn’t exactly the type of person to indulge in long showers - especially not after he comes home tired like today.

You noticed the dark circles under his eyes as soon as he came in, saw the exhaustion in the weak smile he gave you. You felt the lack of passion in the short kiss you shared. Hot showers always helped him relax, release some of the tension in his muscles and clear his head. But they never took this long.

Did something happen to him? Did he faint, or slip? Is he hurt or hurting?

Perhaps you are overthinking it, your mind often tricks you into reading more into certain situations than you should. Still, better safe than sorry you think, and get up from the bed.

You knock on the bathroom door softly and wait for a response with bated breath. You try to reason with your heart, will its beating to be a little quieter just in case his reply is also barely a whisper. But no answer comes and your concern overwhelms you.

You call his name softly as you open the door, but other than the sound of water it’s silent. You step inside the room, closing the door behind you to prevent the warmth and steam from escaping.

Finally you see him. He’s standing under the shower, water cascading over his naked body. His hands are hanging at his sides, he seems completely lifeless. His eyes seem to be closed and it looks like he’s not aware of your presence. Your heart aches for him - it’s very rare to see him in such a vulnerable state.

You take off your clothes quietly, stepping into the shower as well. Finally he moves, flinches in surprise, when he hears the glass shower door opening. You’re quick to soothe him though, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his back. Your thumbs stroke his smooth skin until he puts his hands over yours with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs softly without moving. You shake your head, hugging him a little tighter.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you reassure him, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head no, letting out another deep breath.

“Do you want to be alone?” you ask, and this time he hesitates. He stays quiet, unmoving, for a long time. The water keeps falling over both of you. It’s hot, just a step away from being scalding. His body radiates heat too, skin tinted red from how long he's been enduring the assault of hot water.

You wait, patient and as still as he is. Finally, he shakes his head again.

“I think it’s better that you’re here. But you can leave, I won't stop you," he's careful, speaking slowly and quietly. He tenses under you, anxious of your reply.

"I want to stay, Tae. But if you change your mind, just say so, it's alright," you say without hesitation.

"I don't think I will. Does the water bother you?” he asks in return and you can hear the concern in his voice.

“No, as long as it helps you feel better, it’s fine,” you tell him and kiss the peak of his shoulder blade, holding him tightly.

It's serene then, water washing over you, keeping you warm. You feel his chest expand and shrink with each breath, feel each tremor that runs through him and every sigh. Sometimes it feels like he's trying to keep himself together and it almost makes you tear up too because you know how it hurts when you wish to cry but don't want to show that kind of weakness. If only you could take his pain away, but you can't. You can only hold him and be there for him, remind him that he's not alone and that he's loved.

It feels like hours before he moves again. It begins with a long inhale and exhale. Your legs feel weak and you’re sure his feel even worse. The skin on the tips of your fingers is all wrinkly. He turns in your hold slowly, purposefully moving carefully so you won’t let go of him. He tilts your head up and you let him, meeting his eyes that look as tired as before but at least a little less dull. You meet in a short kiss that somehow lingers on your lips even after he pulls away.

“Let’s wash up and sleep,” he whispers and you nod. You help him wash, despite his attempts to protest. All it takes is another tender kiss and reassuring look and he submits to you. You squeeze out a generous amount of shampoo into your hand and massage it into his hair, fingers skillfully rubbing over his scalp. You help him wash it out and apply the hair mask too. While you leave that on, you scrub down his body, rubbing circles into his back and muscles, easing the tension out of them. You hear him moan under his breath, eyes tightly closed. You wonder about his day, what must’ve happened for him to feel like this. Or perhaps this is a culmination of weeks of stress and bottled up emotions.

When he’s all done, you nudge him out of the shower. He doesn’t have the strength to fight against you, so you finish showering alone. You brush your teeth, questions still plaguing your mind but you know better than to ask. He will tell you when he’s ready - or won’t, not that it matters. What’s important is that he will feel better again and that he trusts you enough not to hide his pain from you.

When you come into the bedroom, you see his silhouette on the bed. He waits for you curled under the covers, facing the window, his back turned to you. You’re not sure whether he’s awake or not so you do your best to stay quiet as you climb in, spooning him from behind. He hums softly, shifting so he’s even closer to you. You respond by holding him close and kissing the top of his head.

“Want me to hold you?” you ask softly, making sure he’s comfortable.

“Please,” he breathes out. He whines a little when you move behind him but melts as soon as one of your hands brushes through his hair. The other remains securely wrapped around his waist with his on top, fingers intertwined.

He stays calm until he can't hold it in any longer, trembling almost unnoticeably. You wonder if he's ever cried in front of you before, but then again, today's a day of a lot of firsts. He's never shown weakness like this, never asked to be held like this… It's hard, but you remain silent. You know your presence is enough and that if you open your mouth, it'd be even harder not to give in to your urges and refrain from asking questions.

So you just hold him closer, stroke his hair a little gentler and softly hum a melody. You don't remember the name of the song, but he's been listening to it lately when he felt blue so you hope it will do some good.

Eventually he calms down again. He stops shaking and actually tries to stretch out his curled form, only stopping because then he won't be pressed so tightly against you. But he wants to lie comfortably... You can feel his uncertainty, and kiss the nape of his neck. You stroke his thigh and move with him so you don't lose an inch of contact between your bodies. You don't see his face, but it feels like he smiled. You're not sure, but the image is reassuring so you accept it even if it might be a lie.

He doesn't say anything, but he brings your hand to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss to each of your knuckles, lingering after the last one. It's his own way of saying 'thank you' in times he can't say it or feels like words wouldn't be enough.

You squeeze his hand, not letting go, and he doesn't either. Only when he's satisfied with kissing your hand, he returns your connected hands back where they rested around his waist.

"Ready to say goodnight?" you murmur against his skin and he nods.

"I love you," he says instead, voice dripping like honey. His hold on your hand tightens for a second.

"I love you too," you confess, giving his back one last kiss before slowly drifting off to sleep.

#sf9 #yoo taeyang #x reader #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #fluff #hurt/comfort

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nobodyeverasked · 2 years

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the young royals; yoo taeyang

(9,599 words) - large

summary ➣ Upon a conversation where Prince Taeyang and his most loyal and cherished knight, Y/N, revisit their past, Taeyang struggles to decide if he’s ready to let his revelations out as their conversation comes to a close, and to let his last shot at telling Y/N how he really feels about him slip away.

genre ➣ fluff | royalty au

requested - 👍 by @alexsinsulin

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A trickle of laughter rang throughout the indomitably large throne room, ringing against elaborately embellished walls, refracting of crystals hung from ornate chandeliers. Despite how small it sounded by the time that faint melody of childlike giggling reached the corners of the room, it still managed to stretch itself out and spread its colour across all the emptiness that the Prince - the next in line to inherit the crown tied to this entire room, this entire keep, this entire castle, and this entire kingdom - Yoo Taeyang, would complain about.

In fact, after Taeyang’s late father’s - the King’s - recent death, Taeyang’s a lot closer to the crown that he ever thought he could be. The ceremony is soon, and everything leading up to it has kept Taeyang trapped, ensnared in stress and panic and feelings of inadequacy that the weight of his crown always kept dragging behind him.

This room within the castle’s keep was usually solitary, barely inhabited, and with nothing in the room to make use of - all its contents barely even functional, ‘decorative’ Taeyang would say and ‘marvellous’, ‘elaborate’, ‘luxurious’ others would say - but ornamental, golden engravings and spires and expensive silk drapery. The throne wasn’t even worthy of the Prince, only for the king’s bouts of pondering and need for space.

The two figures within the room, therefore, needed to improvise and snag a few of the ornately carved velvet seats along one of the walls and drag them into the room as if they weren’t built from some of the most expensive wood, upholstered by the finest velvet and glossed over with a golden varnish that even Taeyang knew took considerable effort to get. They were now near the center of the room, Taeyang in a tall-backed armchair, feet kicked up on a small stool, and Y/N sat up straight, alert, almost rigid in a stool across from Taeyang - the Prince he’s served as a fully-fledged knight under for almost a year now.

Conversations with Y/N in this throne room, a place that usually only reminded him of loneliness, and emptiness, made everything that kept him awake at night slip his mind - as if it all never existed.

“What is it with you and near-misses with wild animals?” Y/N didn’t have his armour on anymore, he shed his mail and plating as soon as he could when his patrol and duties ended during midday, but he still couldn’t help but feel its shadow nip a thim, beckon an itch or two. He lifted an eyebrow toward Taeyang with a smirk that was more amused than annoyed, especially given that this drew too many parallels to how they met.

“Okay, you’re making it sound like a frequent thing!” Taeyang whined, no matter how much closer he got to the crown, no matter how much closer to getting that throne behind them - perched upon that dais as if it were looking down on them - to Y/N, he was still the child he met in the forest clearing behind the castle. “I thought that was why you loved me so much anyways.” Taeyang watched himself, pressing his lips together subtly enough that Y/N wouldn’t catch him watching his words almost too carefully. He hated needing to tread so lightly around words like that, but if he leaned too carelessly onto them, they might be having an entirely different conversation altogether - one Taeyang’s always wanted to have, but still doesn’t feel ready for.

“As your royal guard, your highness.” Y/N chuckled as Taeyang stretched his foot out to nudge at Y/N, and only laughed even harder as he swatted away Taeyang’s attack with a deft yet precise flick of his hand. As much combat and tactical and field training Y/N has done, he always walks into conversations with Taeyang knowing for a fact that it will never be enough. “I would prefer if you didn’t make near-deaths-by-wild-animals a personality trait.”

Taeyang puffed his cheeks out with a strained, huff sounding breath as he stretched his foot out again to nudge Y/N’s side once more, and smiling as Y/N let him prod against the tunic Taeyang got specially made for Y/N’s birthday. He draped his leg across Y/N’s with a dramatic sigh and slumped back in his chair, and recalled the day they first met with a smile as Y/N absently, wordlessly ran his diligent hands across the blemishes in his brand new trousers.

While many tried to embellish Taeyang’s recklessness and call it an ‘explorative spirit’, many servants within the castle walls would simply state his status as an immediate threat to society with how much of a nuisance he was to keep track of. The moment he was old enough to dawn his very own embroidered tunics and wield a frail training sword in his hands, he wanted to leave the castle - the break through its confines and explore, wander, discover on his own. This was often to the detriment of those who were set to look after him, as he was always begging and whining to head past boundaries and practice swordplay in the trees that skirted the back of the castle.

One day he managed to sneak away from his carers and make his way around the castle and toward the forest by the castle, with nothing to protect him but a gold-laced tunic, stockings and a hollow, wooden training sword strapped to his back by one of his hardened leather belts. He was barely a dozen paces in before he could feel this hesitance finally begin to trickle into his head, but he dove deeper into thicket through thicket of trees, losing himself among the countless spires of wood nearly piercing the sky.

As Y/N would later always say to describe Taeyang’s reckless abandon, he was ‘in way over his head’, Taeyang was soon lost - unable to find his way out. To a kid barely reaching his teens, it felt like hours tripping over roots of trees, flinching at any sound made within feet of him, even if it was the sounds of his soft loafers curling around stones and twigs. However, one crackle against the ground hung in the branches longer, heavier than the rest, and before Taeyang could meet it halfway, a bellowing roar of a wild boar shook Taeyang to his core, nearly the entire forest around him, too.

He didn’t know where to go, what to do. That training sword on his back may as well have been a blade of grass. He couldn’t do anything but let out a whimper as he scrambled to the side before the animal before him, just a few large bounds away from him, even decided to charge. As it did, as it trampled the ground before him and set itself to ram right into Taeyang’s chest, an arm swept under and around his and dragged him out of the way. He kept his eyes shut too tightly to see the boar running into the tree right behind where he was standing, splintering its trunk and dizzying itself in the process.

All he heard was a thud, a crackle of leaves and branches and the heavy breathing of whoever swept him off his feet, and when he found it in himself to open his eyes, to feel the world around him, he found himself in a completely new area of the forest. It was an edge where litter and mosses and exposed roots met the grassy fields that bordered the sides of his castle - he’s never been happier to see it.

“What were you doing in there? It’s dangerous!”

Taeyang looked up at his saviour, and by the looks and sound of it, the person standing above him, a thicker training sword at his hip and a determined yet panicked look in his entrancing eyes, was not much older than he was. Maybe even younger by the way the sound of his voice was just teetering off its childlike shrillness. Taeyang was on the ground, splayed out on the grass, the feeling of this mystery boy’s arms around him still keeping his chest wound up and tight.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Are you alright?”

“I-I’m Taeyang…” Was all Taeyang could stupidly sputter out. Maybe his name would ring some bells? It has ever since his birth, maybe this mystery boy would recognize him, bring him home, maybe they could do anything but sit in this startled silence. Except, on second thought, Taetang didn’t mind the silence, it gave him time to mull over his lack of response to the mystery boy’s question, as well as the giggle that spilled from his lips as he stepped forward and lent Taeyang a hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

Nothing changed by the mention of Taeyang’s name, and Taeyang felt this massive subconscious weight lifted off of him somehow. Perhaps Y/N didn’t know what a Prince was, who the Prince was? And if Taeyang was being honest, he didn’t necessarily know the answer to both of those right now either. He took Y/N’s hand with a wide grin that drained the sunlight from the sky, and chuckled as Y/N matched him with one of his own. The next thing he knew, all his fear, his quick brush against certain death, was nothing to him but a faint echo as their conversation instantly skipped to the swords they had strapped to them and soon the clacks between them as they instantly began to fight each other with them.

Taeyang wouldn’t know this until later, but Y/N’s constant comfort, his ability to drain Taeyang of all his worries, would become a constant in his life.

“When I found out you were the Prince… I almost felt myself slip from reality.” Y/N widened his eyes as he looked down at Taeyang’s trousers, scoffing at the ways he already found to get cotton this expensive so dirty. Then again, Taeyang has recently tried to jump Y/N while he’s training alone by the barracks, and that never ends well for either of them - Taeyang on his back in the sand, Y/N pinning him down, his eyes rolling so hard he’s probably pulled a muscle by now.

Y/N almost forgot what it was like back when they were in this stage before their friendship, back when Y/N regarded Taeyang’s lineage, revered it. They’re so close now, that the crown comes as a second thought to them, it’s their bond first, the memories that tie them together, and whatever throne Taeyang were sitting atop next came second.

It didn’t matter what seat it was, Taeyang would always find a way to drag one right next to his for Y/N to sit across from him and fight against Taeyang’s poor attempts to start play-fighting on carpets worth more than both of their lives.

“Yeah,” Taeyang hummed wistfully, a chuckle cutting him short as he tried to nudge at Y/N again with his foot but had his weight completely thrown to the side as Y/N swept Taeyang’s leg off his lap. “But I still will never be able to forget the way you just didn’t know what my name stood for. You treated me like I mattered the same as you did and then kicked my ass with that sword. I’m pretty sure I still have the bruises.” Another burst of laughter filled up the emptiness in the room around them. Taeyang didn’t know exactly why he felt the rush he did when Y/N didn’t recognize him for his title, barely even cared to temper his voice or go easy on him in their play-fights by the edge of the forest, but later - now - he realized that their type of friendship was meant to be like nothing else he’s ever experienced. “I dunno, it just felt so grounding and moral in a life full of off-putting irregularity that’s pretty much my normal - as much as I appreciate being the Prince.”

“Yes, I’m sure nearly getting impaled by that boar was very grounding indeed.” Y/N rolled his eyes, grinning even as he watched Taeyang pout and slump back in his seat with a defeated whine.

“I’m trying to say thank you!” Taeyang threw his hands up, trying not to let his petulance break under the weight of Y/N’s laughter as he almost toppled over the edge of his own seat.

As time has built them up and worn them down and shaped and sculpted them, Taeyang’s found it more and more difficult to hide all the things Y/N made him feel behind pouting lips and petulant whines and broken breaths held in puffed out chests. Even sitting here, with the remnants of the morning’s light spilling through the throne room’s large but narrow windows and falling against Y/N in gentle ivory blooms of light, Taeyang could barely hold himself back. It was as if Y/n’s very presence is almost tortuous to him now.

“Was that what that was?” Y/N lifted an eyebrow with that signature smirk that practically etched itself into Taeyang’s mind. Ever since Y/N first shone it toward him the third time they met in the castle’s halls on the way to Y/N’s first day of knight training - when Taeyang’s begging finally got Y/N to stop kneeling to him the moment they met eyes - it’s never left his thoughts. Taeyang never wants it to change.

“YES!”

“Alright, if his royal highness says so.”

‘His royal highness’... Upon greeting countless memories of Y/N’s melodious voice drawing out every syllable in such a deliberately grating way, Taeyang didn’t know whether to cringe or smile fondly at them. Y/N hasn’t necessarily used it that much now - they’ve raided and pillaged that joke, burned it to the ground, by the time Y/N was knighted. However, Y/N’s always delighted to bring it back every now and then just to make Taeyang groan. Taeyang has this sneaking suspicion that Y/N knows how much fondness he hides beneath all his layers of visceral distaste for the ways Y/N’s teased him - past and present.

Y/N carving out those words brought Taeyang back to a memory so particular. And, perhaps, it was a moment where Taeyang knew for a fact that he wasn’t just a Prince, and Y/N wasn’t just going to be any other knight in his father’s army. He wasn’t going to be another armoured figure in the mass of hopeful cadets and squires, and that Y/N wasn’t just going to be ‘the mystery boy who saved him from certain death that one time’. He was going to be this recurring character in Taeyang’s daydreams, the trigger of so many thoughts and daydreams that Taeyang would let wander aimlessly for as long as his consciousness could muster.

Y/N was always more to him than Taeyang could ever conceive. Taeyang had a vague idea of what sparked everything he was feeling, and for how long he’s been holding all this suppressed weight to his words, but it all becomes so much clearer with every time Y/N’s relentless teasing would submerge them all the way to Taeyang’s golden circlet in nostalgia too inviting for Taeyang’s confined affections to withstand.

Looking at Y/N now, Taeyang can feel threads already unwinding, unravelling around him and all his admiration, all his frustratingly unexplainable feelings. They slipped, pulled at him, and came through, leaked out in ways only he notices.

His casual observations - the light on Y/N’s skin, the way he looks in his armour, those eyes, those beautiful eyes, his voice, the way he’s never lost his smile, his beautiful fucking face - they don’t feel so casual anymore. There’s now something sickly sweet staining every single one, something that Taeyang can’t get rid of - and wouldn’t dare to get rid of. It all started as he was allowed to sit in and watch Y/N on his first day of knight’s training, more specifically, when he managed to lure Y/N away from the crowd and brought him to a corner of his empty sitting area he knew nobody could see them.

“You requested for me, your majesty?” Y/N took timid steps into Taeyang’s sitting room, his voice hesitant to even strip itself from the safety of his tongue. He was nearly breathless as it was, his training rigorous, nearly ruthless compared to anything he’s ever known. A relentless ache battered through him as Taeyang turned toward him in an embroidered tunic, completely pristine, spotless compared to Y/N’s completely marred and dirt-ridden training armour.

“Y/N…” Taeyang rolled up the sleeves of his tunic and sat down on a rich velvet bench that overlooked the training yard upon a platform a few feet off the ground. The sunlight streamed down and lit up the cobbles beneath their feet, and Y/N looked around, slightly paranoid that people were going to catch him way too close to the prince. “You can cut out that whole ordeal now, nobody’s watching I assure you..” Taeyang gestured out to the field that was once filled with knights-in training - now completely empty, devoid of nothing but splintered training swords and a few helmets dented beyond repair. He watched with a small smile as Y/N let out a breath he’s probably been holding since Taeyang whispered orders to meet him in his sitting area.

It was almost as if something snapped or crumbled in Y/N, as an easy, weightless smile overcame him, the one that Taeyang was more used to seeing than not whenever they would sneak off to Taeyang’s personal study to fool around with the inks and papers. They’ve become much closer since their first encounter in the forest, and their second and third encounters in the castle - Taeyang should’ve known Y/N was a squire from the moment he was saved - Y/N’s fearlessness, the fit of his tailored squire’s tunic, the elaborate leather scabbard he slid his training sword into. It made Taeyang all the more interested in him, and it made getting closer, seeing each other more often whenever Taeyang would slip away from guards and get time to himself, so much easier.

“You’ve been training hard, so you can relax here if you like…” Taeyang trailed off, patting the space next to him. The sunlight streaming down in golden dapples practically made the velvet next to Taeyang shimmer, beckoning Y/N closer. Y/N barely hesitated, finding his space on a bench that cadets like him were barely even allowed to see, let alone sit on - especially next to the prince. Letting out another breath, Y/N looked up to Taeyang, only to see this glint of disappointment in his eyes as he squinted in the sunlight to get a better look at him.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, confused by the way Taeyang’s lips formed something between a pout and a sheepish frown. It was as if he wanted to say something, do something or ask something, but was scared of letting it out. Taeyang was the prince, though, wasn’t asking for things and receiving them on the spot pretty much his entire thing? Especially with how needy Taeyang was, Y/N was surprised by his hestiance, yet still waited patiently for his voice to finally pick itself up from the ground.

“You can relax…” Taeyang, although stiffly, gestured to his lap, “here…” His lips were tied up in a tightly wound grimace as he kept his eyes trained on the ground between his boots, fearful of Y/N’s response. They were close, but not that close, and Taeyang was worried that the silence between them was going to be pulled so taut, so roughly between them until their only relief would be found in the general’s orders to return to the field.

Taeyang’s fears and doubts were thrown aside, though, as Y/N soon responded with a playful smirk strewn across his face - one Taeyang will get all too familiar with seeing grace Y/N’s features.

Y/N kept his eyes on where Taeyang’s shaking hands gestured vaguely - an attempt at indifference that just ended up mocking it instead - and let his sheepishness flood his voice. “I don’t know if I should do that, wouldn’t favouritism from the prince kind of breach the crown’s integrity in our training?”

It took a while for Taeyang to realize that he actually got a reaction that wasn’t disgust, repulsion, or anything else that reeked of this tense, inoffensive discomfort that Taeyang honestly loathed more than anything else. In fact, as Taeyang looked up from his lap and his vision faded in and out of focus in the sunlight, he managed to catch this coy shine in Y/N’s eyes and a bloom of brightness in his narrow smirk. After what felt like a torturously long stretch of silence that consisted of nothing but Taeyang plucking Y/N’s words from the sky, turning them over, he finally shuddered and scowled as he finally began to hear the teasing beneath all of it.

“I’m not favouring you!” Taeyang whined, anything to cover up the blatant, obvious fact that their friendship definitely led to some sort of favouritism.

“Well, after this, I’ll investigate and see if anybody else has received an offer to lay on his royal highness’ lap.” Y/N giggled before lifting his eyebrow, craning his neck over the sitting area’s stone brick parapet and pretending to scan the field for roaming figures of his fellow knights in training. He looked back and soaked in the slight panic that Taeyang scrambled to hide under a scrunched up frown. There was nothing he liked more than watching the crowned prince, ‘his royal highness’, slipping up and nearly dropping the circlet nestled in his neatly groomed hair onto the ground with every time one of Y/N’s sly glances or crude smirks defied the respect he was supposed to give a person of Taeyang’s stature.

It was Taeyang’s fault that he inadvertently gave Y/N so much power with his constant berating of Y/N’s emphatic worshipping of him upon their first few meetings within the castle.

It took a while for Y/N to initially get over the whole ‘paying respect to the crown and royalty’ thing, Taeyang’s chastising for letting his reverence slip definitely made sure of that, but after it stuck, after Y/N let his sass and cockiness and jesting remarks carelessly slip out of him, screwing around with his friend, Prince Taeyang, became one of his favourite pastimes.

“Shut up and take a breather.” Taeyang turned away, arms folded and the ends of his words caught up in a huff-like breath. He still left his lap open, though, and as he glared out the corner of his eye, he caught Y/N’s hesitance and instantly opened his arm to welcome Y/N in. He hoped that Y/N didn’t catch how bright his smile of satisfaction was as Y/N finally leaned in and settled his head gingerly across Taeyang’s thighs. “I’ll make sure the general makes training more rigorous for you so you’ll need the rest.” Taeyang smiled triumphantly as he rested his hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“It is of the greatest honours to have thine lap as sweet reprieve from training, your majesty.” Y/N made an effort to nestle further into Taeyang’s lap with a small smile, the tart sweetness of his sarcasm soaking the air and drawing out Taeyang’s laughter. Soon enough, though, they had no words left to speak, no mocking or teasing left to recite into the sun-stained air around them. Y/N enjoyed the silence, but with the start of his knight training, he didn’t know how many opportunities they’d get to sneak away from their duties and spend more time like this; he was looking for something to fill in the silence, stuff in as much as he could into this slight window of time. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” Taeyang absently answered, fighting every urge to tuck that stray lock of slightly sweat-soaked hair away from where it dangled by Y/N’s eyes.

He won over himself, though - We’ve met literally four times, maybe on the seventh you could get away with it without him looking at you weird, Taeyang thought relentlessly to himself. But, also, he dared to think realistically, looking into the way Y/N stared at nothing in particular, maybe tracing the lines in the stone brick parapet like he did whenever he’d lie down on this bench and have nothing to do but wait for Y/N to slip away from his Lord to see him for what would be - by then - their third meeting within castle walls.

Maybe never… Maybe, no matter how many times they meet, no matter how many opportunities they get to become closer, they’ll never be more than friends on the verge of whatever’s bubbling in Taeyang’s stomach.

“Have you thought about any of the maidens recently?”

Taeyang didn’t know in which way Y/N’s question struck him first, struck him hardest. He had a hard time determining the different aches that climbed all of his body, suffocating him like those heavy tunics of decadent velvet that his father always made him wear to court gatherings.

“Maidens? Why?” Taeyang flinched at his own questions and the shock and sudden offense that laced his words. He stumbled to cover for the way his voice curved up and into the sky. Y/N didn’t even flinch, recognizing the way Taeyang choked on his words, he simply stayed there, resting on Taeyang’s lap, unmoving. “I mean no, not yet. I have other duties to attend to.”

“Ah, I see, the ordeal of maidens is far too frivolous for his royal highness.”

Taeyang snapped his head down to where Y/N let out a tired, yet brilliant smile. He slapped Y/N in the shoulder he knew would hurt more - his sword-wielding arm - and watched with glee as Y/N let out a soft groan. “You know I can get you and your snark terminated from your military troupe with nothing but a snap of my fingers, right?”

“Aw, well…” Y/N tried to brave through the ache, and Taeyang was quick to smooth his hand over where he slapped - he probably didn’t know how close Y/N’s body was to completely shattering upon impact with anything, even air at this point. He still kept his eyes coy, his voice laced with his golden sharpness like the copper threads that lined Taeyang’s tunic sleeves. “Who else would you have to rest in your lap?”

Unfortunately, Y/N had a point - even with the lap part… Y/N was the closest thing that Taeyang had to friendship anywhere, despite the people that his father pushed him to be congenial and amicable with, despite his blunders outside of castle walls as he met other heirs around his age. It was just never quite the same as everything that Y/N was to him back home, back here.

“I… Whatever- Stop looking at me like that! “ Taeyang realized the instant Y/N knew he won over him. He knew he had to get used to that more than he already was - Y/N winning over him - but he couldn’t. That slight fondness that flourished under his annoyance with every time he stumbled across Y/N’s triumphant smirks, he wanted to keep that. “But yeah, maidens haven’t been on my mind…” This conversation felt bitter on Taeyang’s tongue, though, different from the others they’ve had. He didn’t know what to make of it, and he wanted to switch the topic to something that would leave a better taste in his mouth, but something - a burning in his heart - wanted to dig deeper, dive deeper into this ache that fostered deep in his chest. “How about you?”

“I mean of course, I feel like almost everyone our age is looking at each other differently now.”

“Anyone in particular?”

Taeyang wasn’t even in control of his words at this point. His focus back on the way Y/N’s sweat-soaked hair dangled in front of his eyes, and how urges still rose in him to delicately push it back, back and away from the way Y/N’s eyes glittered with this passive happiness that always idled there.

“His royal highness is very curious.” Y/N looked up with a crooked smile, earning a scoff from above him.

He lost track of how long his head had rested in Taeyang’s lap - he liked it. He shuffled onto his back and felt Taeyang’s hand that rested on his shoulder fall to his mail-covered stomach. He didn’t care much about the weight of Taeyang’s touch against him, in fact, he didn’t mind it at all; his focus laid on the plunging neckline of Taeyang’s rich, purple and copper tunic, and how the ruffled collar of his undershirt practically bent to Taeyang’s will, fitting perfectly around his neck.

“Well yeah,” Y/N took a breath and continued, matching Taeyang’s small smile as he looked down to meet Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t notice, though, how quickly Taeyang’s lips loosened at its corners once Y/N’s gaze drifted over to the way the sunlight glanced over the stone tiles beneath them. Taeyang braced himself for Y/N’s musings, his stomach already beginning to twist up, shy away from a pain he didn’t know he could ever feel. “There was this one girl who meet my eyes in the hall by the dining hall - we couldn’t pull our stares away from each other, then there was that girl who helped me wax my training armour, then the girl I was paired with to train against those straw dummies by the targets.”

Taeyang finally realized what all this fire under his skin meant, what that ache he felt biting into him as Y/N drew his breath to talk about the girls within the castle walls. It was his first taste of jealousy, and his first realization that he held Y/N in a regard that he never had with anybody else before. Nobody else made him gravitate in this way, everything he could need revolved around him and the crown, not the other way around, but Y/N - all of Y/N - seemed to shift that gravity in a second, leave Taeyang wanting and needing and missing and longing, feeling nothing but this bitterness whenever he can actually see Y/N out of his reach like this.

These feelings, these indeterminable blurs of emotion, they all belonged to Y/N.

Taeyang wanted to find a way to shift all the weight from off his chest, to make it easier to support a smile against Y/N’s haphazard one. “I’ll make sure she takes your spot at the ceremony.” He smiled as Y/N flinched against his words, looking up with awe-stricken, nearly pleading eyes.

“Hey!” Y/N snapped his hand up and slapped Taeyang’s chest, but didn’t realize until too late what he just did. Friend or not, he just hit the Prince. Not even seconds after he tried to bring his hand back down - his arm frozen in the hair out of pure shock - and Y/N was already tripping over himself, scrambling to lean up from Taeyang’s lap. “Oh… Oh my… I’m so sorry… I…”

Taeyang held Y/N down by the shoulders, though, catching him with as wild and angered a glare as he could pretend to make. “You dare inflict harm upon The Prince!? I condemn thee to execution!”

Everything hung in the air after Taeyang’s declaration.

“Really-”

“No! You twat…” Taeyang reached down to make even more of a mess of Y/N’s hair, finally making an excuse to tuck that unruly lock of hair behind Y/N’s ear, away from his face. He felt Y/N relax almost instantly, as many held breaths as Y/N could fit in his chest all leaking out at once. With all the jokes they toss around like nothing Taeyang would have expected more of Y/N, but, despite how Y/N forgoes all the courtesies that come with worshipping the crown, he still carries the faintest amounts of respect and chivalry.

He was already perfect, Y/N was already Taeyang’s knight in shining armour.

“Wait…” Y/N, now sure that he wasn’t standing inches away from certain death by gallows or anything like that, began to pick apart Taeyang’s words with a sinister smile that Taeyang was already bracing himself for. “So you said I had a spot at the ceremony?”

“You bloody-”

A smack to Y/N’s mail-armoured chest was cut off by the stiff and serrated call of the General, commanding all squires to fall back onto the training field. Y/N shot up with a gleeful smile, scrambled for his training sword and bid Taeyang a rushed wave farewell, Taeyang barely even had the time to muster a frustrated glare or call back, or even let out an irritated sigh before Y/N was already gone, rushing to join the fray that collected by the field.

All Taeyang could do now was look over the parapet and into the field, where he could barely make out Y/N from the rest of the crowd as soon as he slid his helmet on, undoing all the inner turmoil and conflict Taeyang underwent in order to finally build the courage to fix his hair. However, he never truly lost Y/N, he could pick him out of a crowd of ten, of hundreds, of the entire kingdom if he had to.

Y/N’s stolen glances up to where Taeyang was sitting also helped. Taeyang didn’t know for sure, but he hoped Y/N shared his smiles whenever he threw them his way.

“I still remember the knighting ceremony, you know.” Y/N leaned back in his seat, stretching out his legs out as he could already see Taeyang’s sheepish expression begin to take him over. He felt himself smiling at it, the way he kept peeking over the King’s shoulder to catch Taeyang shifting in his seat, a suppressed smile stretched tightly across his lips as he did his best to hold back his excitement for Y/N’s knighting.

Despite the embarrassment that resurfaced with every time Y/N would bring up Taeyang burst at the seams, struggling to hold himself back for the hours that the knighting ceremony lasted for, all Taeyang could feel was this overwhelming pride. He was just so proud of Y/N for making that far - he knew for a fact that Y/N was going to become one of their most well respected knights. Now that Taeyang is close to becoming King - his coronation is within the next week or so - he might finally be able to rope Y/N into joining the royal guard. The only reason as to why Y/N hasn’t become the royal guard’s treasured member was simply because Y/N wanted to stay where he was - Taeyang respected that to an extent, but that didn’t stop him from pleading to his late father every opportunity he got.

“You almost embarrassed yourself several times in front of all the castle’s people. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Y/N chuckled to himself, remembering so clearly how he stepped up to the dais to get knighted by Taeyang’s father, only to see Taeyang’s bitten-lipped smile, hands under his thighs to prevent them from shooting up into the air, and jaw tightened in order to fasten a whoop of excitement down to his chest. “But, speaking of, someone else here’s gonna be having his very own ceremony soon…”

Y/N looked up, the glimmers in his eyes something in between apologetic and casual; compassionate. Y/N’s gaze whenever it settled on Taeyang, it was always so compassionate. Taeyang fought so hard for the flush he could feel welling up beneath his skin to stay there, not show in his cheeks, neck, around his ears where his hair would always stick out from under his circlets. He didn’t know how long he could hold back all these emotions from Y/N - at this point, even the weight of Y/N’s eyes on him was too much to bear without feeling fires twist up in his stomach, tie knots in his throat.

It felt like he was drowning, submerged in his own unintelligible mess of thoughts and feelings, and he didn’t know when he’d ever be able to breach the surface. There was an instance where Taeyang was really close, thrashing fingers meeting the waves’ threshold for one moment that was gone the moment he could feel air against his skin. Maybe he should’ve said anything then, when the light shining through the castle windows hit Y/N the exact same, in the most delicate, effortless way as ivory sunlight spilled down Y/N’s chest, fell against his skin and lit up his smile in a way Taeyang couldn’t conceive.

That moment in particular, was when Taeyang realized he had nobody left, nobody but Y/N. It was the day of his father’s death, the day Taeyang understood what the golds and royal blues in his blood really meant, who he really was and who he was now forced to become. He never felt the weight of the throne on him until that moment, and he was so close to buckling under it all, snapping his crown over his knee and abandoning everything he knew. He was only inches before breaking until Y/N caught him, held him still and reminded him to keep his head up, not let the crown fall from his head - how the crown fitted perfectly, it fitted his boundless ego.

With everything Taeyang was supposed to amount to, all the things set in line for him that looked more like rows of dominoes, ready to fall, he simply accepted the fact that he’d never be good enough, and that his father’s only child would be a disappointment to the crown’s legacy.

But Y/N’s endless support, his reminders of how much Taeyang deserved, mattered, and how much Taeyang was truly worthy of, assured Taeyang that Y/N knew him more than Taeyang could ever know of himself. He was ready, he was deserving; there was going to be a lot of pressure, the weight and demands of an entire kingdom rested on his shoulders, but with Y/N there to steady his hands, he realized that he could hold the entire world in them if he wanted to.

It was at that moment, Taeyang, his vision a blur of tears as he felt himself curl up in Y/N’s arms, could still see the soft smile on Y/N’s lips, the comfort that radiated from his mere presence, the softness of his voice, the way his hands held Taeyang’s tear-stained cheeks and swept his tears away with the weight of a spring breeze. They were so close, their lips were so close, their gentle smiles were so close, Y/N’s body was so close to his… A flicker of sunlight between them and everything that left Taeyang restless would be set to flames, reduced to ash, and all the tangled feelings wound up in him would snap.

But they didn’t seal their fates between their lips. Taeyang just pressed his forehead to Y/N’s as he held Taeyang by his neck, stroking back his hair in a moment of silence that was so profoundly blissful, yet so painful at the same time. Taeyang’s feelings weren’t just an ephemeral sparkle in the sky like the stars were to the night, they were this everlasting and intense mark on him, like the sunset’s colours were on everything it kissed goodnight. He didn’t like Y/N - those smiles as Y/N rounded corners to meet him, and his frowns as Y/N disappeared back around them to leave weren’t just affection. He loved Y/N, he loved Y/N more than anything he has ever known.

From that point, though, Taeyang didn’t know for how long he’d need to bury all of it under layers of petulant whines, stifled sighs and scrambles to take back the slips in his wording.

“You know, when dad died,” Taeyang fidgeted with his fingers, taking a breath that felt like embers on his tongue. “I didn’t think I could do it - take on the burden of the crown. I have the trust of all my people in my hands, and the only things I can think about are all the ways that I can fumble it - that trust…”

Taeyang didn’t feel how tightly wound his fists were until he felt Y/N’s soft touch open his fingers back up. Y/N took Taeyang’s hand in his own, gave it a reassuring squeeze without taking his eyes off the ground.

“I didn’t think I was worthy,” Taeyang continued, smiling down at Y/N as he watched him grab Taeyang’s other hand, pulling Taeyang closer toward Y/N by the delicate grip he had on his wrists. Shuffling forward on his seat, Taeyang leaned forward to rest his forehead against Y/N’s, a gesture they’ve always shared in tender moments such as these, yet the gravity of it doesn’t hit Taeyang until he could feel Y/N softening against his makeshift embrace, leaning against Taeyang. “But you helped me see everything I couldn’t, and you reminded me that I’m worthy. I couldn’t have done any of this without you - from saving me in the woods to saving me here…” Taeyang could barely finish before the sweetness of gentle laughter overtook him; he didn’t even need to string together the last of his words, Y/N was always there to finish them for him.

“My job is never done, your majesty…” Y/N said, his voice a shred of a whisper, barely weighing against the air. He still kept his hold on Taeyang’s hands and smiled as Taeyang caressed his knuckles with his thumbs, absently turning Y/N’s own hands over in his, surveying them.

Even after all Y/N’s put himself through as a knight, and his hands still feel as soft as they did when Y/N took Taeyang’s hand in his for the first time, helping him up from the ground on the fringes of that forest. They were so young, naive, and originally, Taeyang thought his mind was too much of a mess to fully realize all the things he was feeling. But even back then, the sparks of Taeyang’s admiration began to light.

“You’re going to make a great king, and I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

“I wish you didn’t like patrolling so much so you could just be my hand already.” They shared a chuckle, thinking about how Y/N could’ve been promoted so many times by now; however, they both knew that Y/N wouldn’t be able to handle being cooped up within the castle walls for as long as the King’s hand would be. He enjoyed the limited freedom that patrolling the perimeters gave him - especially those times at lavender sunrises when he’d sneak off and feed the alley cats by the tavern not too far away from the castle’s walls. Not a lot of fresh air and sunlight makes it through the windows of the castle.

However, the stray dapples of sunlight that managed their way into the castle were all revolving around Y/N, setting his skin alight with shimmers, igniting his eyes as they took on this beautiful fire in them. No matter how powerful Taeyang can become with the crown on his head and the throne beneath him, it was Y/N who had the entire world revolving around him.

And Taeyang couldn’t do anything but feel himself fall into Y/N’s orbit like everything else around them.

“Can you put ‘long walks by the beach’ on the job application?” Y/N looked up, a sheepish yet sly smile on his face, one that Taeyang found himself still failing to resist; he’s not sure he’ll ever find the power in him to do so.

“Well, as King, I think arrangements can be made.” Taeyang titled his head with a grin of his own. Even as the Prince, there are a lot of things that Taeyang would do just to have Y/N a little closer to him every day - to make their time together more than chiselling out free time and making excuses for their absences.

“Perfect, I’ll consider it-” Y/N was halfway through shining another smile until he heard an all-too-familiar call of the general’s horn leaking through the cracks of the throne room. Y/N was due for receiving his round of orders for the remainder of the day, as well, he was also set to aid in training a group of especially promising squires. He loved attending to his duties as much as the next knight, however, all he wanted to do right now was to be stuck with Taeyang right here, two moons adrift in the throne room’s endless space. “Shit… Duty calls, I need to go.”

“O-okay.”

Taeyang felt all of this radiant joy, a feeling that burned from the inside out in the best way, immediately fade away as Y/N stood up from his seat, hesitating to turn toward the doorway. For some arbitrary reason that twisted up in his stomach, pounded at his head and left him breathless with each second he left Y/N to drift away toward the stone archway they stumbled through to carve out some free time together, Taeyang felt that this moment, this particular moment was what stood between him and this irreconcilable end.

Suddenly, feeling the weight in him drop and practically bring him to the floor, Taeyang knew that he couldn’t let Y/N go this time. He can’t. If he does, Y/N will be lost to him in a way that would always be just slightly beyond him - Y/N would be so close to him, always, yet constantly far enough for Taeyang to see the gap between them, the leap of faith that Taeyang would fail to take.

There was an onslaught of thoughts in Taeyang’s head as he traced Y/N’s steps toward the exit. Everything they’ve ever been through, all the instances that triggered within Taeyang feelings he never knew existed before he stumbled into that damned forest and found Y/N on the other side… It all began to revolve around him in this shimmering, blinding and disorienting orbit, hovering and looming over him like a jewel studded crown - the crown that Y/N reminded him he was worthy of..

“WAIT!” Taeyang’s shrill and sudden cry, a plea that scorched the air, made Y/N still and whip around instantly, his eyes immediately fixing onto the near-desperate shine that arose in Taeyang’s. “Y-Y/N… I need to tell you something.” Taeyang didn’t even wait until Y/N retraced his few steps and made his way back toward their seats, his face contorted in confusion and concern for Taeyang’s outburst - Taeyang was done waiting, done watching his seams burst beyond repair with all the time he’s had to hold himself back from telling Y/N how he really felt.

He stopped for nothing, his heart knotted in his throat, his blood tangling in his veins with every moment he held his breath and felt his pulse nearly bring him to his knees. Y/N’s eyes weighed heavy on him now, his silent, inquisitive gaze like a shaft of moonlight thrust suddenly upon him. He felt drenched in Y/N’s silence, but he didn’t care, nothing - his doubts, his inhibitions, the commands that always stripped them from each other the moment he built the courage; nothing - was going to stop him.

“What is it, Taeyang? Are you alright?” Y/N said, tilting his head, and trying to get a read of the way Taeyang’s expressions seemed to flash between all the things he’s ever felt, all the things Y/N’s never been there to see him feel.

“I just… I can’t let you slip away this time.” There were times where Taeyang cared too much about what he was saying, measuring his words, cutting them like precious cloth in case Y/N would pick up on the scraps too soon. Now he didn’t, he poured all his weight into them now, spilled all the blood that Y/N’s teasing and beautiful smiles would send straight to Taeyang’s cheeks.

“What- what do you mean…?” To Y/N, Taeyang’s words felt like blows to his head, leaving his thoughts a blur. As he could see the conflict that now resided behind Taeyang’s once shimmering eyes, he soon realized that this wasn’t about what Y/N could see, what he felt as Taeyang let his words out. He shuffled a little bit closer and watched carefully as Taeyang rose from his seat, reaching out with shaking hands toward Y/N’s. Their fingertips brushed, slowly settling between each other, hanging on the fringes of each other.

“What I mean is…” Taeyang tried to steel himself, steadying his voice in the same way he did as his father would force him to make speeches to the royal court. This wasn’t the royal court, though, this wasn’t the kingdom he swore to serve, it wasn't even another country prepared for his reading of a treaty or a trade agreement. None of those situations could ever be like this - standing in front of the person who was his driving force, the wind in his sails, the person he’d take an arrow, a sword, or poisoned wine for. This was Y/N, his entire world.

He didn’t think he was prepared to speak to his entire world…

“I…”

Drawing a sharp, deep breath in, Taeyang felt the sunlight stilling between them, Y/N’s hand hanging from the edges of his. So close yet so far. He wanted to close the gap.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Taeyang’s words draped against the air, eclipsing the light trickling through the windows. A massive weight shoved from Taeyang’s chest now rested between them, and all they laid before both of them now was the silence that rested in between.

He wanted Y/N to say something, do something. Curse at him, yell at him, push him, shove him, hold him at the edge of his sword, grab him by the collar and renounce all the nothings they’ve whispered sweetly to each other, shatter his crown and take back all his belief in him. Even move his hand, his fingers from where they rested between Taeyang’s - recoil in disgust or fear like the shadows of Taeyang’s doubts always yearned for.

But Y/N didn’t move, not an inch - forward or back. His face remained stoic, unmoving, unintelligible like all the rest of the feelings Taeyang battled relentlessly to share.

Until, suddenly, Y/N stepped forward, bringing Taeyang’s hand in his gently, carefully; like how Y/N handled the lilies they’d find blooming at the bases of the trees by ‘their’ forest whenever they’d find the time during sunset to take walks together. Taeyang would watch him with such fascination as he seemed to take all the sunset’s colours in his hands, too, his eyes igniting in copper fires, the shimmer of gilded skies in his skin as if he’d been dipped into the clouds where all their laughter would be sent into.

Y/N finally looked up again to meet his eyes, pure bliss in them, dancing like leaping sparks, shining like stars, a small smile blooming on his lips like the slow trickle of sunlight against the dawn.

“Taeyang…” Y/N’s eyes flicked down for a moment to track Taeyang’s hand with his fingers - as if he hasn’t already memorized where the scar from their first play-fight ran to his wrist, where the ebbs and flows of his knuckles resided, where a couple of his veins settled just beneath his skin, twisting gently like molten gold leaking from a forge. They were the hands he’s always dreamed of holding whenever Taeyang wouldn’t be dreaming of holding Y/N’s first. “How could you think, even for a moment, that I could ever not love you too?”

It was as if the entire room let out a breath of relief that nearly knocked them over. Taeyang let out a weak whimper and fell into Y/N’s already opening arms, the frayed ends of his sigh turning into laughter as he buried himself in Y/N’s shoulder. The burnished hide of Y/N’s shoulder armour prodded at Taeyang’s neck as he shifted in Y/N’s embrace, but Taeyang’s never felt more comfortable, more at ease, and more at home than right now.

“You think you could’ve told me a little bit sooner!?” Taeyang tried to hit Y/N, nudge him in his side, but he didn’t want to let go for even a split second. He kept his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling him in closer, ever closer, until they couldn’t tell the space between their bodies, until the colours between them melded into a blur the sunlight couldn’t define. “A little bit of ‘hey, I like you too’ wouldn’t have hurt!”

“I didn’t really know if you liked me like that. So I kept my mouth shut until I knew for sure…” Y/N, with his arms looped around Taeyang’s neck, rose on his toes as Taeyang pulled him in and up a little bit more, nestling himself further into Y/N’s neck and shoulder. “I know we’ve shared some special moments, but I couldn’t help but think about all the things in our way, and how far away you seemed from me.”

“I… I guess that’s a sufficient excuse…” Taeyang, raising his head from Y/N’s shoulder, thought about the love they shared, and how it was going to be a far from simple process of finding a way to live with it out in the open. If they kept their love a secret, they’d be suffocating every part of them that wished to be free, and if they were free, they’d have political power players pulling antique rugs from beneath their feet, finding ways to compromise the throne even further. “I never really thought about it like that.”

“Me neither, I never thought it out this far - the whole confession part.” Y/N fidgeted with the hem of Taeyang’s tunic, stifling his jumbled words into Taeyang’s shoulder with a deep breath. With all the relief that came with them, there was twice the pressure of what would come with the aftermath of what their love would do to each other, the kingdom, the crown, and everything else.

Maybe people would support them, the star-crossed love between a king and his most loyal knight, maybe they wouldn’t - there would be no heirs biologically tied to Taeyang’s blood, no legacy to carry like a sceptre through the generations.

But Taeyang was going to find a way, he was going to find a way to make things work and let everyone know, every inch of this kingdom, who he loves and how much love he has to share. He’s worthy, he’s strong, he’s capable - and so is Y/N.

“Maybe we don’t need to, though. We don’t need to think that far.” Taeyang stepped back and took Y/N’s face in his hands. He hated the way Y/N’s worry traced lines in his face, forcing out a frown that could never be seen in the light of Y/N’s persistent smile. Taeyang wanted to do anything and everything to see it fade away. “I love you, you love me… That’s all we have to worry about right now. No stupid crowns or legacies or futures or anything like that, Y/N.”

Their eyes met, and there was this comfort that burned between them, singeing the ends of Y/N’s pensive pout and bringing back that beautiful smile. Taeyang was right, they had each other, they found each other in the way they were always meant to. For now, that was enough.

Taeyang hasn’t even gotten his crown yet, still dawning the circlet he’s had since Y/N fixed it for him - balanced it atop Taeyang’s head - at the edge of that forest, and he’s already speaking like a king. Inspiration, passion, warmth, and power already radiated from him, his voice settling against him like an evening haze

“Whatever it is that comes, we have each other.” Y/N said with a chuckle, practically completing Taeyang’s thoughts before he could let them out.

Taeyang smiled, fingertips dancing along Y/N’s jaw, stars between their lips colliding as they pulled each other in and tied their lips together. It was everything they dreamed of but more. They could feel everything yet nothing, flickers of sunsets they’ve burned black, the sweetness of old jokes they have yet to glance over hundreds of times, that numbness between them as they felt sparks against their hands, fires on their skin, this intangible craving blooming in between them.

They pulled back, gravity collapsing in on itself as they felt themselves drifting in place, swaying motionlessly to the melody that played in all their moments of restless longing.

“If I have you,” Taeyang whispered as he rested his forehead against Y/N’s, his whispers hanging from Y/N’s lips. “Then whatever stands in our way doesn’t have a chance…”

Y/N was Taeyang’s second half, the embrace of evening to his emerging dawn, the smooth effortless edges that ran against his serrated surface, Y/N completed him, filling in all the blanks he’s spent hours wondering how to fill. He was the weightlessness in his wings and the stars in his sky, his everything.

Whatever would come to stand in their way really didn’t have a chance. None at all.

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lost-inthedream · 7 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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key201303 · 2 years

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Pairing: CollegeStudent!Taeyang x CollegeStudent!@sepguuu

Word count: 2461 words (long af to compensate the wait 😌)

Warnings: angstish (?)

Genre: fluff, angstish, enemies to lovers

Plot: After your bestfriend betrayed you by making you confess your feelings to your crush and get humillated by everyone, you swore you would never talk to him. But years after a boy with a username quite cute appears in your contact list of the trendy app everyone is recently using to communicate and meet people. Will you be able to keep your promise when you find out who that boy is?

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“What is so interesting that you can’t keep your phone away lately?” Your best friend asked as you both finished your lunch before heading to the last class of the day and week. “Oh it’s nothing.” You answered expressionless, throwing your phone back into your bag after sending one last message. “I can’t believe you’re 24/7 glued to that phone if there’s nothing making you do that.” She answered as you both stood up and headed out of the cafe to go back to class. She knew you quite well and when it came to hiding stuff from her, you hated the fact that she could perfectly read you like an open book. Especially if it was boys and love related. Some people may wonder what is so special about that one app you installed a few months ago to chat with people. But the reality was that you found a boy in there that would gladly listen to your ramblings at the end of the day and somehow it became a stress reliever to talk with that unknown boy. And the funniest thing of the whole situation was that in the very beginning you just installed the app so you could talk with other people about it since it became pretty popular against the students of your college and the colleges around the neighborhood you lived in.

You both walked down the crowded halls of the college, walking as fast as you could so you wouldn’t be late to the last class of the week. “Look at your bestie.” Your friend said, pointing at a tall, brown haired boy. “Don’t you dare to call him my bestie again.” You said as you passed next to the boy and rolled your eyes without looking at him. “I really can’t believe you guys are still mad at each other for something that happened 14 years ago.” Your best friend said as you both finally entered the room where the class was about to take place. She was kind of right, being mad at him because of something he did 14 years ago was kind of childish. But you weren’t mad at him because of what he did but because until now, he hasn’t apologized to you for what he did.”I swore I wouldn’t be the first one saying sorry.” You said as you both took your usual seats and as you unpacked your stuff ready to start the class. “Come on, it is Yoo Taeyang who we’re talking about. There’s no way you will be the last one to say sorry.” Your friend added right before the teacher entered the class, creating a deathly silence in the room and not letting your friend explain herself for what she said.

You lowkey hated him, but not to the point to think he was a bad person or the kind of person to never apologize for their mistakes. But her words definitely kept ghosting your mind for the whole class and even some part of the evening. Why would she think he was that kind of person? Were you that blinded by your anger that you couldn’t see how prideful Yoo Taeyang was?

“I promise it’ll be okay and that he’ll love it!” Taeyang said as he tried to help you with the last details of the flower bouquet he suggested you gifted that boy you’ve been having a crush on for the last 3 years. “Okay… I guess I’ll have to trust you.” You said, worry written all over your face. You didn’t want to be rejected or humiliated by that boy. You didn’t even know how Taeyang managed to convince you to do all of this to confess your feelings to that boy. But you guessed you just trusted him because after all he was your best friend. And even though he wasn’t the boy’s best friend, he was pretty close to him so Taeyang definitely knew more things about him than you would ever know.

“I hate you!! How could you do this to me?? You knew how important this was to me!!” You shouted, breaking the flower bouquet into Taeyang’s chest as tears ran down your cheeks like a waterfall. You couldn’t believe he made you get all excited about being brave enough to confess your feelings to later on find out he just plotted everything so the boy you had a crush on hated you and rejected you. “I will never in my life regret anything I did.” He said, pretty convinced of doing what’s correct. “He wasn’t a good choice for you.” Taeyang added, making you feel more and more angry. “That’s not your decision!! Stop acting like you were my mom or someone that is important to me! You’re absolutely nobody!!” You said full of anger. Maybe your words were poisoned by your anger and maybe you would regret saying those things to your best friend. But it was all you could say. It was all that came out of your mouth at that moment. “Say sorry for what you just said.” Taeyang was clearly hurt by your hurting words. “I swear to God I will never be the first one to say sorry. Not anymore.” You said with a fierce voice and walked away as soon as you finished your sentence.

The alarm on your phone woke you up from that terrible dream of remembering your past with Taeyang. Your heart rate was fast and you felt pretty mad at the stupid memory of what happened between both of you and the main reason why you both don’t talk to each other nowadays.

The moment you got out of bed and noticed it was weekend, a small and weak smile creeped on your lips as you walked down the stairs to make you some breakfast before you laid on the couch to binge some of your favorite series that you couldn’t watch during the week due to all the amount of works and assignments you had to do for college.

You were about to take the first bite of your breakfast when your phone lit up with a notification. As soon as you saw the notification you knew you had to drop your toast and answer the message immediately. It was a message from the boy you met in that meeting app. You couldn’t believe you were willing to talk to a stranger on a meeting app from the very beginning of the day but here you are, sitting on your pajamas in the kitchen counter with a pair of toasts and a coffee getting cold and answering messages of that anonymous boy. The only thing you knew about his identity was that he lived in the same city as you and that he attended the same college as you. But seeing his username being “sun_boy” you couldn’t really figure out if you knew him or not.

It definitely felt more surrealistic now that he asked you to meet him in person for the first time. You didn’t really know if it was a good idea to go and meet that boy in person. After all, you didn’t know his identity and seeing the news these days didn’t help either. But you had to admit you were pretty curious about the identity of that sun_boy user and to see if you could also fall in love with his looks apart from falling for his great personality.

An hour went by and you were finally doing some quick tweaks to your outfit and make-up before going out to meet with the boy. The evening was chilly despite the fact of getting closer to the summer vacations and the sky was tinted with a beautiful palette of roses and purples mixed with oranges and yellows, characteristic of a beautiful evening of a summer day. You felt extremely and surprisingly excited about meeting the boy that has been the main reason for your smiles lately and, to be honest, the option of him being a weirdo wanting to hurt you was not a viable option in your mind. You were way too confident of him being a nice person that you couldn't picture him doing something bad to you. Maybe that was one of the reasons why people kidnapped others, because of the excess of confidence but you were too immersed in the thought of finally meeting the boy that made your heart race like a teenager to question yourself about possible bad things that could happen that night.

As soon as you were getting closer to the cafe where you agreed to meet with that “sun_boy”, you spotted your worst nightmare sitting on one of the tables alone. Why is he here alone? Why does he always have to appear in the most nice moments of my life? You questioned yourself as you kept walking towards the cafe, trying your best to look at him in a discreet way but deep inside you, you perfectly knew you were straight staring at him.

You decided to ignore the brown haired boy and head inside the cafe to wait for your date. “(Y/N).” You heard Taeyang saying before you could even open the door that separated the cozy insides of the cafe and the chilly outsides of the said building. “I don’t have time for your bullshit Taeyang.” You said, opening the door and not making any eye contact with him. “I’m sun_boy.” Taeyang said with a quiet thread of voice. You couldn’t hear him and when he noticed you didn’t hear or pretended not to hear what he said, he repeated his words a bit louder. The moment you heard his confession, your blood froze in place, not letting you move your muscles. You didn’t know if he was joking or if he was right, but you couldn’t help being shocked by his sudden confession. “Stop lying with stuff like that… It’s not funny anymore.” You said, turning around to finally meet his gaze. “How would I know you were talking to someone called like that on a private and anonymous app? Don’t you see that’s impossible and quite stupid?” He said letting out a nervous and sarcastic laugh. He was right. It was impossible that he knew that you used that app and that you were texting with someone with that username. “I told you to come here because I want to talk with you, in person, not hiding ourselves behind a screen.” He said, standing up from his seat and walking towards you. He begged. He begged for you to hear what he wanted to tell you. But you didn’t want to hear any of his excuses anymore. You didn’t want to go through what you had to go through 14 years ago again. But the moment he mentioned he just wanted to give you a good reason why he has been doing all of that and give you a proper apology, everything started to change.

“I know I did something terrible… I really know that and trust me, I hate myself for what I did.” He started to say, without being able to lock his eyes with yours. “You did all of that because you wanted, nobody made you do it.” You said, also avoiding his gaze. You were done trying to believe that he did what he did just because he didn’t know what he was doing. But at this point, 14 years later, you knew that it was just an excuse you built yourself to not believe your best friend betrayed you like that. “Maybe you don’t believe me with what I’m going to say, or maybe you will never forgive me if I tell you the truth. But at this point I couldn’t handle the situation anymore.” Taeyang said. You frowned, looking at him confused. “I like you… And I always have… When all of the crush thing happened I was just jealous that you would like someone else instead of me. So I wanted to keep you away from them. I know I was stupid and pretty immature but when I grew and noticed the monumental mistake I made, it was too late to tell you that I was sorry. You didn’t talk to me anymore and you avoided my presence everytime I approached you.” He started to explain. You were speechless and shocked. “And then everyone started to use the tlk2me app… And I thought it would be a good idea to create a profile and see if I could contact you there.” He finally confessed. You couldn’t believe you have been deceived again by him just because he wasn’t brave enough to tell you the truth and facing the cruel reality. “Why is everything a lie in our friendship?” You quietly asked, a few tears threatening to escape your eyes. “You could have just told me from the very beginning that you liked me and nothing of this would have happened…” You said, tears finally filling up your eyes.

You also liked him since the very beginning, you also wanted to be with him since the very beginning but because of the lack of confidence in him to express his feelings you thought he just wanted to be your best friend and so you moved on. It hurts you to leave your best friend behind. It hurts you that you had to leave behind your very first crush. But the worst thing was that he never apologized to you and that made you feel like he really never cared about you. “I’m really sorry (Y/N)... I really am.” He said, his eyes glued to the floor. He knew the moment his eyes would meet yours he would shatter into pieces. **

2 months later… “I can’t believe after all you guys are living happily ever after.” Your best friend said, rolling her eyes at the sight of you and Taeyang holding hands as the three of you headed to get an ice cream to celebrate the summer vacations. “Those happily ever after don't exist.” You said, rolling your eyes, refusing to think about your new relationship with Taeyang to be part of those cheesy fairytales. “Not happily ever afters but maybe destiny does exist.” Taeyang said, winking down at you and drawing a soft smile on your lips. You had to admit he was kind of right. You guys went through a lot, but in the end, you're together again. “It’s like a code lock and the code. If they’re apart they can’t work but if they’re matched together they're perfect.” Taeyang added, making you and your best friend laugh. “We’re like a Love Code lock.” He finally said, pecking your left cheek.

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Fairest Of All Stars - Yoo Taeyang

Prompts: A198— “You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars.” & B2— “You got started without me.”

Warnings: Smut, fluff, masturbation, nudism, pet/nicknames, explicit language, descriptive scenes, pussy slapping(once/1), squirting, cum tasting, finger sucking, hand job, teasing, dirty talking, unprotect sex(reader is on the pill), aftercare.

W/C: 4.6K

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!

It was late in the afternoon, and you were laying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend, Yoo Taeyang, to return from his schedule, he had told you that it was a short day, and he would be home early, and you were thrilled to be able to spend some extra time with him. As you were scrolling through your phone, you came across a picture of him, and slowly let your eyes wander over the photo, taking in his features. You exit the app and open your photos and begin to slowly scroll through the picture you had taken of him, admiring him, and slowly your mind begins to wander.

Your other hand that was lazily laying above your head slowly moves lowers, and you slide your hand over your waist and over the crease of your hip and move your hand over your clothed mound, you pause at a picture of him, you had saved it, it was taken during one of his performances and his focus was unreal, and you could feel heat rush through your body and down to your pussy. You take in a deep breath as you trace your fingers along your mound and slowly slip it between your legs. You immediately prop one leg up to give yourself more space.

You zoom in on his eyes and suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you saw the focus in them, whenever he performed, he was so focused, yet it always looked like he was having the time of his life at the same time, and you had told him before, that a lot of the times during their performances, it turned you on, and he would start laughing as his cheeks heat up from your comment, but you weren’t joking.

You lock your phone and immediately lift your hips to get rid of your pants and panties, tossing them off the bed and making yourself comfortable on the bed, you slip your hand back between your legs, cupping your mound with your palm and slowly moving your fingers along the crease of the inside of your thighs, your eyes close as you try and imagine him there with you, watching you. Your breathing deepens and you slowly move your fingers over your pussy lips, too lost in thought.

“You got started without me?” Your eyes widen as you hear his voice from the bedroom door, you lift your head and stare at him, your fingers froze in place, and you could feel your wetness increasing as his eyes were on your hand, becoming darker as the seconds pass. “Are you that needy?” He closes the door and begins unbuttoning the white button-up shirt he had on. “You didn’t even take off your shirt,” He steps closer to the bed and climbs onto it, moving between your legs, forcing them wider apart and making you feel a cold wind blow against your warm wet pussy.

“I… I didn’t think it was necessary,” You mutter. Your cheeks heated from what you’ve been doing and the fact that you had been caught. “I… welcome home,” He chuckles as he presses a hand into the mattress next to you.

“Can you welcome me home naked every day?” He asks. You feel his other hand cup your mound before feeling it slide underneath your shirt. “I think it’s very necessary for your shirt to be off though,” Your shirt rides higher, exposing more of you, You lift your upper body from the bed, giving him enough space to pull your shirt from you, with the help from you, he tosses it aside and moves his hand to curl underneath the band of your bra.

“You weren’t here, so it wasn’t,” You say. He lifts his other hand from the mattress and curls his fingers underneath the band of your bra and lifts it over your head, tossing it aside.

“Yet, I wasn’t here yet,” He corrects you. “You were aware I was coming,” He leans a little lower, moving his hand back against the mattress, you could feel his breath against your face. “What made you this needy in the first place that you couldn’t wait?” You turn your head to look at your phone that was still on the bed, his gaze follows, and he reaches for it. “What did you see, or should I ask, what did you watch?” He unlocks it and finds a picture of himself. “Just me?” You nod your head.

“Just you,” You say. “Just the thought of you,” You pull your hand away from your mound and take the phone from him, exiting the photo app and locking it, he takes your phone from you and places it on the bedside table.

“Getting turned on just by thinking of me,” He says. “Aren’t you a naughty little thing,” His hand cups your breast, and he rubs his palm over your nipple, causing it to harden, the fabric from his shirt tickles your sides, but it felt more sensual than anything else. “Such a high sex drive, always so needy for me, aren’t I lucky?” You reach up with one hand and slide your fingers through his hair before resting your hand on the back of his head.

“I’m the lucky one,” You mutter and move one of your legs over his. “Will you reward me well if I lay here naked every night for you?” You flutter your eyes, completely erasing whatever thought he had and making his mind become a haze as he thought about finding you naked in bed every night.

“Fuck, you’re a tease,” He mutters. He slides his hand along your breast and stops when his fingers touch your nipple, they slowly circle over the bud, and you could feel a sensation going through your veins and reaching your pussy. “And how do you want to be rewarded?” His lips almost touch yours.

“I think you know exactly how I would want to be rewarded,” You say and lift your head, pressing your lips against his, he pushes his lips harder against yours, pushing your head down against the pillow, your tongue slides along his lips, your breathing picked up along with his. He pulls back, your lips slowly swelling up from the kiss.

“And what I want to hear, you tell me in detail what you want?” He asks. He takes your nipple between his fingers and slowly rolls the bud between his fingers. “Then what, will you tell me?” You lick your lips as you look at him, his eyes were completely dark with lust.

“Then you should ask me that night, and I’ll give you all kinds of details you want to hear,” You say. He lets out a groan before sitting back on his knees, your hand falling from his hair as he does, his eyes falling to your chest and slowly moving over your tummy and down to your pussy.

“You’re lucky you’re so irresistible,” He mutters. His hand falls away from your breast and slowly slides down your tummy, over the marks, and pauses at your hip. Your eyes slowly move down from his face to his exposed chest and over his toned stomach before pausing at his happy trail. “Seeing something that you like?”

“You know damn well I am,” You mutter. His hand cups your pussy, making you inhale deeply as you feel his fingers press down against your pussy lips.

“I don’t think I heard you,” He teases and slowly curls his fingers against your pussy lips, making you let out a low moan as you feel the sensation and feel your juices making a light squelch sound. “Can you repeat that?”

“I said,” You say a little louder. “You know damn well I am,” He nods his head, looking amused by your words, his hand disappears from your pussy, only for it to make harsh contact with it as he slaps it. “Fuck!” His fingers spread your folds more, and you feel his fingers slide along either side of your clit.

“Are you showing a little attitude?” He asks. “You’re so damn wet for someone showing attitude,” His fingers slide down to your entrance and pause before sliding back to your clit. “Do you want to try that again?” You let out a huff, your mind already in a haze from just that one slap to your pussy.

“I said, yes, I am seeing something I like,” You say. He hums and runs his fingers along your pussy, his fingers becoming coated with your wetness as he spreads it.

“Much better,” He says. You could feel your skin heat up more as his fingers rub along your pussy, avoiding your clit and only touching the side of the nub. His fingers suddenly probe at your entrance, and you feel two digits sliding into you, your muscles tense at the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls and filling you.

“Fuck, I… Tae…” You moan out, your eyes fluttering at the feeling. Your toes curl for a second before uncurling as you feel them settle inside you. “Tae…” You feel his fingers shift inside you as he turns his hand. “I…”

“If you cum for me, then I’ll let you enjoy yourself,” He says and wiggles his fingers inside you. Your body jerks as the feeling, and you take in a deep breath.

“Fuck, fuck, I,” You moan out. Your mind already wandering to what you will do to him when you came, His fingers slide halfway from you before he pushes them back into you, your wetness squelches at the movement, and you can feel the stimulation against your walls.

“Already thinking about it?” He asks, knowing that you were. His fingers curl inside you, rubbing your walls before sliding out from you, almost hooking onto your entrance before he extends his fingers and pushes them back into you.

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp out. Your back lightly arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut. You swear you could feel the shape of his fingers inside you, and he pumps them in and out of you, curling them now and then, and twisting them inside you. “Fuck, ohh, my fuck!” You only become wetter, and you could feel your juices slipping between your asscheeks before pooling underneath you on the bed. “Tae…”

“Hmm,” He hums. He could see your chest heaving up and down as you breathed in deeply and rapidly. He suddenly spreads his fingers inside you, making your legs twitch at the feeling. “You’re making a mess on my hand, that’s so hot of you,” You feel a third digit slip into you, stretching your walls even more.

“Fuck, ohh, fuck!” You moan. You reach up and grip the pillows as you feel your insides pulling together and creating a knot in your abdomen. He curls his fingers inside you, and it felt like you were getting closer to your release.

“Maybe… you can squirt for me,” He says. Your walls pulse around his fingers, and a smirk grows on his lips. Your body shakes as you feel his other hand touch your mound and feel his fingers close to your clit.

“Fuck, I… Tae,” You gasp out. “I don’t know,” You weren’t sure if you could, you had never done it, and never tried it before. “I…” Your words get caught in your throat as you feel his fingers touch your clit. Your toes curl immediately and your muscles tense up at the new sensation.

“It’s okay if you can’t, or don’t,” He mutters, His fingers moving in slow circles over your clit. “But we’re going to try.” You whimper as you feel his fingers press harder against your walls and slide along them. Heat spreads through you as his fingers get closer to that sweet spot inside you.

“Tyang…” You whine out. Your head thrashing against the pillow, his fingers begin rubbing your clit faster and faster, you could feel your legs begin to shake and then your back arches as his fingers make contact with that sweet spot inside you. “TAEYANG!” The tension inside you snaps and your orgasm hits you, your entire body shakes with pleasure and your mind was thrown into the clouds.

“That’s it, just like that,” He mumbles as his movements didn’t dare slow down. Stars explode behind your lids and his name falls from your lips in a chant, your chest rising up and down rapidly. “You’re so sexy when you come undone,” His fingers slip from you, and he continues to rub your clit, easing you through your high. He watches as your muscles relax, and you’re left breaking hard before he pulls his fingers away from your clit. “Dove… I have some news for you.”

“Hmm,” You hum, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat and trying to calm your breathing. You open your eyes and look at him, he could see the dazed expression in your eyes.

“You squirted on my arm,” He says. Your eyes immediately fall to his arm and saw his forearm glistening while part of the sleeve was covered in your cum, and slowly sliding along it. “And it was fucking hot,” He brings his hand to his mouth, and you watch his tongue slip past his lips and lick along his arm. You whimper as you saw the veins on his arm coated with your cum.

“Fuck…” You whimper, inhaling deeply to try and clear your spinning mind. “I…” He hums as he tastes you, and you close your eyes. “Taeyang…” You feel his other hand touch your hip, and you immediately sit up, feeling your cum spilling from your entrance and onto the bed, your thighs felt wet with your own cum. Your eyes drop to his jeans and saw stains on his jeans.

“Want to taste yourself?” He asks and moves his hand closer to you. You look at him and slowly wrap your lips around his fingers and suck on them, he watches you intensely, not once breaking eye contact with each other. Your hands move up, and you grip his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and down his arms. You pull back from his fingers, and he moves his arms back, letting you remove his shirt.

“Now I want something else,” You mutter. You grip his shoulders and push him to the side, making him fall onto the bed, and you roll on top of him, your lips immediately touch his neck, and you kiss down, pausing at his moles to kiss them before your lips begin moving lower and lower. He lifts his head, watching you as you ascend towards his jeans. Your fingers begin undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, and you sit upright on his thighs. “Lift your pretty hips for me,” He lifts his hips, and you pull his jeans down and watch the tent in his boxers grow bigger, you reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull it down, watching as his cock springs free and slaps against his lower stomach. “What a sight,” You lift off his thighs and completely remove his jeans and boxers before you straddle his thighs again.

“You’re so eager to have your fun, aren’t you?” He asks. You lean down and pause as your lips hover just above his happy trail.

“I am,” You say before your lips touch his happy trail, and you kiss along it. “Following the trail to happiness,” He chuckles, only to let out a groan as your tongue licks up along the trail. You keep your eyes on him before nipping at his skin.

“Fuck…” He grunts out. You nip along his happy trail, all the way down until you reach his pubic bone, you could feel his cock rub against your cheek, and you could feel the pre-cum leaving a smear against your skin. You lift your head and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, earning a groan from him. “I wanna cum inside you,” You only hum as you slowly slide your hand along his length, pressing your thumb against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock until you reach the head of his cock.

“Then I’ll work slowly,” You mutter and slide your thumb over the head, and over the slit, earning a hiss from him and watching as his hips jerk upwards. “Oops,” You innocently smile at him before slowly sliding your hand down his cock again. “My thumb slipped.”

“You’re a damn tease,” He groans. His chest heaves up and down as his breathing deepens, and you watch as sweat glistens on his skin. “If I cum anywhere else, you’re cleaning it up with your mouth, dove,” You place the palm of your other hand on top of his cock, and slowly rub a circle with your palm over his head. “Fuck, fuck, ohh, uuuh,” Fuck, you loved the noises that came from him, it was making you wetter and needier as the minutes ticked by. You watch as he sucks in his tummy as he tries to control himself.

“Does it feel good?” You ask as you continue to rub your palm over the slit. You watch his muscles bulging, and you could feel his thighs moving beneath you. He suddenly sits upright and within seconds, you were underneath him, and he was on top of you, your hands pinned above you with one of his hands, and he was breathing hard.

“Maybe next time you can use your filthy mouth,” He mutters. You could feel his cock against your mound, and you could feel his pre-cum leaking onto you and making a mess on your hair. “But I want to be inside you when I cum, and I’m certain you want my cock inside you, don’t you?” You whimper and feel your walls clench. He moves his free hand between your moves and wraps it around himself and guides himself between your folds, your legs bend as you feel his cock slide over your clit. “Don’t you?” He taps his cock against your clit, making your legs shake from the feeling.

“Yes,” You whimper out, not caring if you sounded desperate for him to be inside you. He circles the head of his cock around your clit before slowly sliding it down towards your entrance, coating it with your arousal before pushing the head into you. Your jaw slacks as you feel him entering you. His hand unwraps from around himself, and he moves to grip your hip as he slowly fills you, making you feel every inch of him. “Ohh, uh, hm, uhm,” You whimper out, the sensation was euphoric, feeling him fill you and stretch your walls was causing your insides to twist as your high begins building.

“Uhhgm, uhm,” He groans out, feeling your warm wet walls surrounding him, sucking him in deeper. “Fuck…” His hips make contact with yours, and you instantly wrap your legs around him, letting him slide in deeper as you hook your ankles behind his back. “Fuck…” His fingers dig into the skin at your hip.

“Hmm, fuck…” You moan, your hand opening and closing as he had your wrists pinned down. He lifts his hips, making you feel his cock slowly slide out from you, your walls pulse at the feeling. “Ohh uh,” He pauses when only the head remained inside you before thrusting back into you, making you gasp as your tits bounce.

“Do you want your rewards to end like this?” He grunts out. Your toes curl at the sound of his grunts, and at the feeling of his thrusts picking up. “Not every time will be like this, other times will be much lazier,” You bite your bottom lip, making him lean closer to your face. “Answer me, dove.”

“Ughm, fuck, I won’t mind,” You moan out. “Lazy, fast, fuck, I don’t mind,” His lips brush against yours, making you feel his breathing entering your mouth.

“So needy for me,” He whispers before fully pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply and hungrily. You could feel your muscles tensing up as a high was slowly forming, and you swear you weren’t going to last long, not with how he was making you feel. He pulls back from the kiss, tugging on your bottom lip as he does. “I love it, I love you,” His thrust was deep with the last three words, making it feel like your breathing got caught in your throat.

“I love you too,” You gasp out. His movements slow down for a moment before they pick up again, making your moans grow louder. “Tyang!” You cry out as your head thrashes against the bed, you try and pull your hands free from his grip, but he was holding on too strongly. “Fuck!” Your walls begin pulsing around him, and you feel heat travelling up your legs. He slips his hand that was gripping your waist between your bodies and press his fingers against your clit. “FUCK!” The feeling inside you snaps, and you come undone, h grunts as he feels your release surround his cock and spill from around him as he fucks into you.

“Fuck, yes, fuck,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he felt a beating feeling move along his cock before he felt a heartbeat in his cock. “Fuck…” Your mind spun as you were going through your high, stars danced behind your lids and your body felt like it was floating. His thrusts falter as he chases his high, the sound of your wetness echoes through the room and sounded sinful mixed in with your moans and his groans.

“TYANG!” You moan. Your fingers digging into your palm and your back arching, your wall squeezing around him, milking him for an orgasm.

“Fuck…” He grunts and lowers his head against your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath against your skin before hearing a shuddering moan fall from him and his hips stutter, you let out a moan as you feel hot ropes of cum spilling into you, coating your walls and mixing with yours. Your heels press down against his lower back. His hips slowly begin rocking against yours as he eases himself through his high and ease you through yours.

“Fuck… oh, hmm,” You gasp. Your muscles relax and you slowly became aware of the feelings around you, you could feel his stomach against you, making you feel the muscles twitching against yours before he completely rested his hips against yours, making you feel them pull as the last drops of his load spills into you.

“Fuck…” He mutters against your skin. His grip on your wrist loosens before he releases your wrists, he presses his hand into the mattress to keep most of his weight on it and not on you. “Should we discuss pictures for next time, you want me home faster?” He teases, making you groan and clench around him. “Fuck… later then,” He lifts his head and slowly lifts his hips, sliding out from you, making you feel everything spill from you and onto the bed. He lays down next to you and pulls you closer to him.

“I didn’t expect the night to end up like this,” You mutter. He chuckles and slowly runs his fingers over your upper arm.

“You might not have, but it did end up like this,” He says. “Are you complaining? Because I’m not,” You lick your lips and slowly move onto your side.

“Did I say I was complaining?” You ask. “Did it sound like a complaint?” He looks at you before softly laughing, fuck, you absolutely loved his laugh and seeing him glow with happiness. “Like I would ever complain it ends up with sex,” His hand squeezes your arm.

“Alright, not a complaint then,” He says. “Are you okay?” You hum and nod your head.

“Hmm, always, every time,” You say. “And you, are you okay?” He hums and slowly pulls his arm out from underneath you. “Nooo, where are you going?” You whine, making him chuckle.

“I’m going to go get a cloth to clean us, do you have a complaint about that?” He asks as he stands from the bed, you move onto your side, whimpering as you feel your mixed releasing slip from you.

“Yes,” You say. “I like feeling our cum inside me and on me,” He looks back at you, and you swear you saw his eyes darken for a split second.

“You’re really teasing me tonight, aren’t you,” He says before making his way to the bathroom. “I know you do, but I should clean you,” You let out a groan and get up from the bed, your legs felt like jelly beneath you, but you made your way to the bathroom.

“Then I should pee also,” You say. He watches as you walk to the toilet and sit down.

“You just couldn’t wait on the bed, could you?” He asks. You smile up at him and shake your head, your eyes slowly roaming over his body.

“Couldn’t miss the view,” You say. He wets the cloth and begins cleaning himself as he waits for you. “It’s such a pretty view, have I mentioned I want to watch you touch yourself?” You watch him drop the cloth into the sink and take in a deep breath.

“You have… I don’t even know how many times you’ve mentioned it now,” He says. You stand from the toilet after peeing and flushing it, he picks the cloth up and rinses it before turning to you. “You’ll just have to wait because I have you to satisfy me,” You hold onto the counter as you lift one of your legs, and let out a hum as the cloth touches your pussy.

“I want you to watch me,” You say. You feel the cloth pause against your pussy before he begins cleaning it again. “What if we did it together, and then when you can’t take it anymore, you just let whatever instinct take over, and you have me however you wish,” He pulls the cloth away and rinses it. You watch his jaw work as he thinks. “Think about it,” You lean up and kiss his shoulder before leaving the bathroom.

“Gotdamn you’re a tease, dove,” He calls out. “But fine, fine, we can try it, but not now,” He exits the bathroom and finds you slipping a pair of panties over your legs. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you, moving them over your chest. “Another time, I want to cuddle with you now and watch a movie or something.”

“If it’s somewhere in the future, then sign me up,” You say with a smile. He places his chin on your shoulder and you both look out the window at the twinkling stars outside.

“You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars,” He whispers. It would have sounded cheesy if you weren’t so in love with the man, but the words made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but lean more into his hold. “Thank you… just thank you, and I love you.”

“Thank you also,” You whisper. “For showing me I can be loved, I deserve the care and attention and affection just as much,” He had shown you only love and affection, and you were thankful for it. “I love you too,” You slowly turn in his hold, his hands falling down t cup your ass, you lift your hands and cup his cheeks and pull him down into a kiss.

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