"You should let your mommy sleep now, my princess", your husband Rowoon whispers to your little kickboxer, his hand soothingly caressing your growing belly, as his mellow voice is lulling you to dreamland.
falling asleep first + sf9 zuho
The gentle ambience of the rain falling outside filled the room and made you both sleepy and equally as soft as the droplets would be on your skin. The window was left slightly open so you could listen to the soothing sound and to let some of the cool air in after days of endless heat. The late-night chill was slowly seeping into the room, enveloping your tangled bodies.
Your eyes were closed, but you still felt his movements and weren’t startled when Zuho’s fingertips began tracing your peaceful features. You hummed at the contact and your lips stretched in a lazy smile.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered softly, shifting closer - very carefully, so he wouldn’t disturb the cat lying curled at your feet. You opened one of your eyes and chuckled at his loving gaze, brushing your nose over his jaw.
“And you are so very irresistible,” you purred, “And it’s getting so cold.” You pulled yourself flush against him, the little ball of fur also quickly adjusting her position too.
“My precious little lizard,” he cooed, well-aware that you only snuggled closer to steal his warmth. You stuck out your tongue at him.
“But I can close the window if it’s too cold for you,” he murmured with a hint of concern as he brushed his fingers through your hair. You shook your head a little, nuzzling into his neck.
“Nah, it’s fine. But if you stay warm like this, I might fall asleep,” you whined, lips dragging over his skin. You felt the goosebumps it caused on his skin and smirked, earning a playful bite to your ear.
“It’s alright. It’s after midnight anyway, you should sleep,” Zuho encouraged, hugging you even closer. His hands stroked up and down your bare arms, leaving a warm trace behind them.
“I don’t wanna,” you refused stubbornly, making the man next to you chuckle.
“Why?” he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. You regretted snuggling so closer to him, now you weren’t able to see his beautiful smile or handsome face.
“Because it makes me feel so safe when you stay awake until I fall asleep. I want you to feel it too,” you pouted. Zuho on the other hand couldn’t be more grateful that your arms were around him and not on his chest, otherwise you’d feel how much his heart quickened its beating. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo to calm himself down.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?” he whined, his voice higher than it usually was. You hummed with a smile, struggling to stay awake.
“Sorry. I just wanted you to know,” you mumbled sleepily, unable to stop, “You just always make me feel so protected.”
“Just sleep, my love,” he told you softly, a little flustered because of your words. He couldn’t fight off the smile that settled on his lips, or the butterflies in his stomach. Without knowing, you granted his greatest wish - for him to become your home, your own safe place.
Genres: multiple au's [warnings: brief mentions of death, trauma, anxiety]; fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut [contains mention/description of somnophilia kink (gentler than it's description), semi-public sex, baby-making, oral, mutual masturbation]
A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here
There's something in his expression, that rolls off his tongue when crass bursts of arousal coarse through him, rushing everywhere in such a natural manner, whether he's found something nice or in joy, his breathy moans and gasp-less breaths are something that awaken arousal, specifically yours. At first his moans may be muffled but as he relaxes, he opens up in the comfort an safety of being with you, you whose presence allows him to lower his tense state. To watch you would be his first thought but as your head bobs and you use your hand in a way that makes his back arch and moans fervently spill, he gets distracted, closing his eyes and losing himself in everything that floats around him. At the end, his thighs may quiver but he's already reaching for you, pulling you into his arms. Onto the bed or tent or the sheet that is rumpled in the back of his truck, he slips into you, groaning, sighing an settling into you. He takes his time to start moving, kissing your cheeks as he does. With every rush of arousal, he lightly bites your shoulder, enough for you to feel his teeth but not enough to hurt you. He caresses your backside the most, squeezing the flesh, especially as he releases. But even when you are on all fours, he makes sure to admire your backside, responding to your moans when he softly hits the flesh or uses your waist as a guide along his cock. He'll describe how feels, ''You're so warm'' or something like that, something that wrecks you and also him to pound into you, picking up the pace. When it's the end of a long day and you want to make love, he'll settle with you under the covers and gently rock himself against you, allowing you to vent or just speak to him then, killing two birds with one stone. This is because he knows that both of you will fall asleep immediately. In line with this, there is also something I want to try: Youngbin with somnophilia kink. This won't be as intense as it's description. Two to three hours after the both of you have fallen asleep, he wakes up, with a small desire already in his mind but it's when he sees you that his desires grow and he wakes you, kissing your tired self out of the haziness of falling back asleep. He feels a little guilty yes, but his thoughts are hay-wired at the moment towards you. If you respond to his desires with your vocal agreement, he won't hesitate to slip into your heat, groaning in relief at the way your core swallows every inch of his cock and soon, he'll pound you into the mattress. ''Binnie'', you ask as he slows down to see your sex taking in his cock, he hums, placing his head in between your breasts or on your chest, listening, ''Go faster please.'', which he chuckles and immediately agrees too. When you release and neither of you are ready to fall back asleep, he tugs you towards the window- one of your favourite places to have sex, it was where he took you when you had sex for the first time. Your chest against the glass, he takes you from behind, quietening himself to hear your moans and whimpers and well-demands. Demands which when came from you, he would easily comply too.
His sounds? Beautiful.
I'll try out this idea as well, since you asked about expression during sex: speaking. Perhaps out of excitement, he'll tell you stuff from the top of his head. Sweet words like, ''You're so beautiful'', ''so pretty, my love'', or whisper to you, ''I'm so excited'' always eliciting a a beautiful laugh from you, ''heh, cutie'', you may reply with this nickname which soothes his ears and tickles his sides with excitement. The first couple of time you have sex, he may be serious, furrowing his brows in concentration on how he is feeling. Accordingly, his sounds may alert you to his status, breathy moans are his main type of vocalisation he would let out, maybe when you suck him off or you have sex. He may even struggle on sounds the first couple of time but it's something that he doesn't dwell on too much after speaking to you about it, ''Don't worry, just let out how you feel about it.'' you said and he did exactly that. His type of sex with you is to make every moment last, each significant piece of memory stamped with your intimacy on it. When he eases himself into the comfort of having sex with you, he'll start to tell you jokes, inciting a bright atmosphere between you two. Armed with his jokes, he'll make you laugh and it'll always be something between you two, leading to or being inside jokes, never something from outside your intimate space. He's also the type to make a haven out of you bedroom space, together, you would attach a cover above your bed and leave the lights on, glazing your naked bodies like sleeping in a tent under the stars, except that it is in your bedroom. The space is safe, free to speak each other about anything and everything. During discussions, he would love to hold you, your waist or lean on his elbows and listen to you, about your day and how you are feeling. It's there that you'll make love to one another, setting each other's minds free from the ongoing troubles and/or enjoying your peace. He's got a nickname for you, maybe something from your name that he'll tell you really sweetly when he starts his conversation with you as he enters you. He'll pay attention to your sounds, ''You feel good baby?'' is his question, filled with his innocence behind them. You nod. ''Fuck- I feel so good baby'' is one of them, he'd whimper it out, followed by his stuttering moans, open and filling your ears. He sounds absolutely beautiful. ''Seongie, let me take care of you'', ''You don't have to baby'' he'll say and if you do continue, he'll go on to then lose himself in the pleasure you give, you curiously peeking eyes at his state that once your eyes connect, he doesn't leave your gaze.
He's got it out for you in the most playful way possible. He could've met you just yesterday, last week, two months ago or you've been childhood friends, regardless he sees the beauty in you. He's got many sides to him as does everyone, but unlike being around them, he understands that he can freely show them to you for example, his anger which would not be a suitable look on the king-to-be. When he's angry, he paces around in the study room before thinking that he should ask you for your opinion. So he comes to your room in the palace or picks you up outside your house, sitting side by side on the stone sculptures that are topped with granite to make for a seat or just to hang by when looking outside, swinging his legs. His hand on the cool granite and yours are not far from one another, he wishes to hold your hand and to hold you in his arms but he's not sure, he would want you to be okay with it first. But how does he get there? You can bet that he'll chase you around the market, his heart beating extra fast when he catches you. Having just recently figured out his feelings for you, he hesitates to tickle you as he usually does, instead he feels the need, the desire to connect your lips. His lips are soft and warm and he tastes of a fruit he just ate, apple or mango slices and to him, your response is everything. Your hands wander up his coat lapels, reaching his shirt collar and tugging him closer, lovingly. He giggles when you break away and he can't stop the smile that lights his whole expression, looking at you with possibly all the love in in his eyes and he doesn't notice that this occurs whenever he looks at you. ''Jaeyoon...'' you start, chuckling when he's just about to kiss you but then he pulls away to hear what you have to say, nodding to tell you that he's listening. You laugh at his adorable movement, bringing him closer for another kiss, ''I have so many questions'', ''shoot!'' he adorably says but you shake your head instead, wrapping your hands around him and the two of you bring yourselves together, under the bright summer lights and muffled screeching of seagulls arguing over who gets the last bread crumb.
I'm not sure if Jaeyoon's one for semi-public sex or not, I've been quite conflicted in my thoughts about this. He may not be or he may be, especially if he's horny for you, more often that not, in places he shouldn't do. Imagine that you are moving to a new place, your sofa is strapped at the back of the moving truck. He's going to drive you but he's not ready to move the truck all morning. He'd let you know that he's in the mood by having you in his arms and well grabbing your ass, dipping his hand in between your thighs, ''y/n, I want you.'', he'd say, plain and simple. You'd kiss and kiss till he's settle you down on the sofa, the truck parked in between two tall structures on a sun-out, non-traffic studded cobble road. ''Really?'', you shouldn't be surprised as you look at your boyfriend rolling on the condom and entering you, ''Really?'', ''yes'', he says laughing, ''Yes baby, god I love you so much.'', he's overcome with emotions. He loves when you grab his ass during sex, especially when he has you under him, filling you up with his cock till he's released and is looking around, tugging his trousers up. He gives you his hand, leading you into the front seats. For whatever reason, he doesn't let go of your hand, ''So you going to drive or?'', ''I'm not sure that we should leave right now.'', ''We need to be there by noon, it's already oh!- five thirty. We have to leave now.'', ''Okay'' he nods, picking up the pace to your new house. You unload all your stuff into the house and then, it's the cardboard boxes. He's looking around, trying to make this work. At the back his mind, he knows that he's going to help you unpack and maybe even move in with you but for now, he's a little distracted. You can't help but ask, ''Babe'', ''Huh?'', ''What's going on? You are just staring at the boxes'', you say smiling when you spell it out. ''I'm just uh- come here?'', you go over, going to look at something. He sits on one of the boxes and pulls you onto his lap, placing soft kisses along your neck. The ache in his groin stirs and he groans into your neck. The image of you having sex moments ago is still engrained into his head, your sweaty skin and visual expressions, sounds are still on his mind. He gently slips your open shirt over your shoulders and your bra strap along with it, placing a kiss on your breast, hands wandering up and down your waist all the time. ''Don't stress over the move, you've got a lot of time.''. The moment is forever in your mind, fresh or not, it's a significant period of time, the time in between a few moments ago and getting accustomed to your new house. You manage to find a place outside, on the lawn with it's fresh grass, your clothes off and him making love to you. All the energy he had before comes back, as the sounds of hips snapping against yours can be heard as compared to his words, ''You're so beautiful'' and other random mumblings about you. It's too sweet. The scene I imagine now is that you are riding him in your new background, his back on the grass and you circle your hips, steadying yourself on his toned tummy. His moans sound sweet, just like when he whines softly, muffled, stuttering ever so often. When he's close and the snapping of your hips grow quicker, his moans get more breathy and the look on his face is one as a result of his closeness to releasing. The look of his as he releases could best describe the phrase, 'like the crashing of waves on a summer day'.
Dawon | Lee Sanghyuk:
Oh, what a cutie! His part in Fanatic!
I have an inkling that he sounds pretty when he's in his element of safety and comfort around you and especially, with you. Let's take our imaginations somewhere, possibly fun!: With his regal stage outfit, the one of blue and white, imagine that you meet him in Narnia, transported via the painting. The room that was once filled with water from the Sea on High Waters painting leaves you and washes you onto a beach of an island, dry. You are surprised but also pleasantly happy to be back, it's been some time since you've seen your relatives. Forward, there's nothing for miles except for water, happily splashing around in the midst of a summer day where breeze gently blows past your ears. Behind are walls of rock of an impossible feat, at least to climb. Further on top, you have to squint to see, there are the unmistakable green flashes of leaves and trees with sways a result of stronger breeze. On this beach is where you meet Sanghyuk. He's dressed in a way that a royal would, if not, that's how he walks, along with his soldiers. The buttons to his sleeveless blue coat are open and his crew look tired, as if it's been a long journey here. ''Excuse me, who are you?'' he asks customarily, not sensing any danger. His soldiers hang back but not too far. ''I'm...'' but you are lost for words. How do you explain it? Crowned by Aslan? You have no idea who they are. ''Come with me" he says, looking here and there, urgency in his tone. It's funny how he disarms your cautiousness, with his honesty and personality- humour that goes straight to your heart. ''Give me a minute'', he mentions to one of his crew members and with that, he shows you past the railing of the huge boat. It has it's name engraved in white right below you but you can't make out it's name. ''See, after we crash landed- the storms'' he clarifies, ''we've been stuck here''. He smiles even as he says it and then you realise, even in such a terrifying situation, how beautiful his smile is. He's optimistic, it should help with the rest of your journey, you think. And it does. You begin. Just before you make your first stop, you encounter magic in the form of gold, so much gold just scattered all over the valley. A trap. Anybody who came here died. You found skeletons under all of it. ''We need to get out of here'', at that moment, dust swarms your vision in a regulated dance, as if it has had time to practice on all the people that came before. You collectively shudder at the thought but at the end, you live. It is your bravery and ever longing passion to fight for what is right that impresses him. Along the way, you tell him the truth, one secret for the other except that it's not a secret and neither of you have anything to hide. Because it's something to be hidden either. You get to know one another after that, introduced properly after your revelations. You find somewhere inside the forest to rest, on a thin sheet, here to rest for the night. You are anxious. He hovers over you, running his hands up and down your arms. Soothing you, that is the feeling, with him it feels safer, almost as if your anxiety about the previous fight has been sucked away, into the lost abyss of any voice in this forest. His crew members are searching. ''Look at me'', he says, softly, like a command but sincerely, ''Does it work on your crew, when you speak to them like that?'' you tease softly from under him, curiously committing his features to memory. Out of all your adventures, this one was going to be your favourite, you could tell. ''If they knew..'' he trails off sweetly kissing your neck, ''They would never leave me alone.'', he ends with a chuckle. You chuckle at it too. You take in a breath and it occurs to you that as much as you are relaxed, you haven't taken a breath in a while. He eyes you, keenly, wondering if you should be okay with this. Your secrets are out in the open and he has no reason to worry, the last thought along calms him. ''Less talking Hyukie'', you murmur, grappling at his coat lapels. He perks up, it is because of the name. That name, he thinks, uttered
so softly, containing so much love. It is as if you read his mind that you murmur once again, ''Hyukie'', ever so softly now, drawing him upwards and connecting your lips to his. The world is silenced, it's noise drowned out as well your tension, long forgotten now. He loves the nickname. It stirs him up, the way you say it, how you say it, he wants to keep hearing it. Then is the other concern that he will never see you after this, that you will be transported back to the world beyond the painting you came from.
He pushes it away as he reveals your top, exposing the curve of your breast ever so beautifully. And then he makes the brave move of uncovering your breasts, lingering his lips over the supple skin. Your stretch marks or not, your tattoos or not, or not, he kisses the skin, taking your perky bud into his mouth. He makes you gasp, swallowing the bud into his mouth and flickering his tongue around it. It's so arousing. There's a fire in your belly, of all the things he does to you, he cares for you. There's enough room for that. The most poignant is his voice, his groan when he's entering you, holding you and gasping at the unholy loving expression on your face. There are some things about you like your moans as he makes your toes curl and his face when you release for the nth time throughout that would make him release, immediately, on the spot, if he were to ever witness it if the two of you were not under such circumstances. He wants to hold you close to him, to relish in these moments he has with you because he doesn't know when it's going to finish, the expedition or- what the two of you have. So he does exactly that, gasping so prettily when you straddle him, ''You're so pretty you know?'' you can't help but say. Everything about the way he sees you right now, through hooded eyes that struggle to stay open because he wants to see, to commit, your waist that he holds as he guides you up and down on his cock, the way your breasts bounce, your expression and how you can't hold in your moans. From this position, you feel him in deeper, he moves his hands from your waist to holding your own, gently coaxing another release out of you. He takes in everything and moves in tandem with you, like two people on opposite sides of a street, instinctively walking when they see the signal turn green. Visually, he absorbs everything which is why, he couldn't be finished, not now. You lay in his arms, awake at almost six in the morning when the sun is barely peeking out from behind the mountains. You have a conversation about moments before when he awoke to you rustling your trousers on. He has his arms wrapped around you, like he doesn't want you to leave and from you confessing that you like him moments earlier, you suspect that you won't go now. His insatiability comes back when confesses that he likes you to, swathing you in his kisses, making you moan and grab him everywhere as you ask him of all the things he would gladly do for you.
Rowoon | Kim Seokwoo:
Possible au?, I'm in love with au's these days: I suspect that Seokwoo would introduce you to his cabin that is not to far away from civilisation. He could have met you as a new neighbour who recently moved into town and someone you grew close to very quickly or more towards the angel/demon au trope, he rescues you from a little accident which explain why he lives where he lives, there is nobody to bother him but is close enough for him to gather supplies. Truthfully, you could think of anything but the main principle applies: he is someone that you can trust and a person who lives in a balance of ambience and peacefulness whilst having fun. Every resident is excited since winter usually prolongs the days, making it seem as if its been cold for very long which some people enjoy and some people don't. Either way, summer dwindles the ice on the tree leaves, reducing it to puddles but it also brings out the playful sounds of birds and children and adults playing in the parks. If you are the new resident, he makes it a point to show you around, the parks, the offices, the restaurants, places to shop and relax. He also catches feelings for you, much more in a slow burn kind of way than fast falling and right from the start. Little touches or closeness makes him pause a beat and think about what he felt but sometimes he doesn't get that chance of thinking. It just occurs-when he's flustered. Say for example that you touch his hand or stand close to him, the proximity rises pink onto his cheeks, a prominent colour on him. You definitely go on a trip together, maybe a picnic on a day that is not particularly windy. This is different from meeting up outside of work or going on little adventures to the restaurants to try out a new cuisine or the pub or for shopping groceries. It's possible that he may not be shopping for himself but he'll accompany you where you go. All the times you go on a picnic are special to him, especially if you make some food for it, he'll appreciate it gladly but if you don't, he'll make it a point to make something. If you feed him, be assured that at first he may pull back but will like it very much, like the type that you love on second tries and continue loving it. It's then at the picnics that he'll gravitate towards what you like, he's curious in your tastes for example cotton candy or sweets or what games you like to play and your life before you came to this place. At pubs, you know what you like but he's not afraid to try out something new. It may be something that he'll want to share with you. Going to the pub becomes a thing when you want to speak to the other, tell each other about your day and eat and drink but most of all, to see the other person. Grocery shopping is well, the domestic side of him that makes you melt with his recommendations after staying in the place for so long that he knows what's good and what's not. It's only after you acknowledge your feelings for one another that he dwells on his sexual feelings for you, growing them one by one.
His voice is husky and it feels weird for me to describe it in this way but very naturally, it's a part of him. A part that you love. When he sees you from the back and surprises you, his voice makes it never sound like a surprise. Instead it soothes the tense posture you immediately assumed when you felt a figure come from behind you. His hugs are bear hugs, that he showers you with constantly, when he sees you, to hold you when you are upset and even when he is. When he nestles into your neck on a gloomy day, he can feel his stress seep away and bring something better- calm. It only goes to say then that when you make love, he loves to hold you in his arms, thrusting into your core. His moans make your feverish with delight, with a reflection of the icy weather melting into little puddles. It also become something that the two of you do, mutual masturbation, when you make out and as if on cue, you giggle and pull part. You lay on your back and he hovers above you, stroking his cock, small, breathy moans falling from his lips at the wonderous sight in front of him. At first if you are shy, he'll coax you softly with his voice, whispering, ''You can do this'', that little edge that it takes to soothe your mind and give it a go. In his eyes, you are a beauty and to see you fill yourself with your fingers makes him have to hold onto something, like grip the end of the bed or it's sheets tightly. After you release, he may take you to some other part of his cabin, maybe the kitchen to eat something but distracted by your naked body will he rub his cock in between your ass cheeks, putting you onto the counter and taking you from behind. In the way that makes your mouth fall open.
Zuho | Baek Juho:
Frustrated typing at his keyboards fills the room drawing a raise of your eyebrows half way up your forehead at the absolute demolition you hear. He leans back in his chair, sighing, ''You know, when was it?'', ''hm?'' he turns to you. The same chair he uses for producing, you are currently in his studio. ''Jaeyoon said that you couldn't game because you would... destroy the keyboard.'' and you have to laugh at this. He pretends to be unimpressed but a small smile peaks up in automatic response to seeing you smile. After seeing his expression, you laugh even more, his arms are crossed and he's staring at you as if to say, ironic but he won't say it out of a false hope at retaliation. You were pretty good, alright but to him, it was wonders! How could you do such stuff?! Moments later, he quits the game and opens a file, the studio grows peaceful as the keys of the keyboard are tapped in near silence, a huge contrast to the clickety-boom!-clackety of before. You grow bored. Feet shuffle from behind him and onto his lap, distracting him from his hold on his mouse and screen, your figure covers it. He smiles, innocently, very cutely in fact as you play with the material of his jumper, feeling his embrace bring him in-line with your chest which he nuzzles into. He sighs, asking, ''do you want to take a break?'', eliciting a yes! in thought and sound, tugging him to the sofa. The sofa is... comfy. You lay on it, extending your arms. He settles into them, hugging your waist and resting on your tummy. ''Ju?'', you ask, waiting a beat, ''How is it going?'', another way of asking his progress on the song, further leading to when you can listen to it. It's as if he knows your true questions because he says, ''Soon'', voice muffled by his hiding in your tummy. He pulls your top up, staring for a beat with a look that takes your breath away. His eyes... they marvel in deep thought that you think you know what he's about to ask you for your ''talk'' later. Your breath is taken away. You know what he wants to say, it's on the tip of your tongue but you can't voice it. Surely, you want to hear it from him even more. You would marvel even more then. ''Let's have that talk now?'', your breath hitches, pauses in your throat. He's got more reasons to come inside of your now and the thoughts makes your core ache. You squeeze your thighs together out of reflex. You sit up and so does he, his hands rests on your thigh. You can feel the heat from his legs that are so close to yours, suddenly becoming aware of his cologne that invades your senses. He reaches for your hand, eyes wide, looking around before he starts, ''Babe, I-'' but stops short. You hum, realising that it's importance made him pause. You give him an encouraging look, ''Go on, just say it, blurt it out, anything baby'', squeezing his hand in comfort. He sees your eyes, the love they have in them and he just says it, without a pause or hesitation. ''I want to have a baby, with you of course.'', he says and the last part provokes laughter. ''A baby?'', you ask, he nods, ''With me?'', now he sees that you are teasing and pulls back, ''But why? Why with me?''. Your laughter and playful teasing ease the tension he feels. At least you aren't averse to the idea. When you stop laughing, you reach to cusp his cheeks, ''Baby, I'd like that idea.''. Those words are enough for him to lose his mind. He thought that this decision would take time, weeks if not for just one day but his questions have been answered. Just like that, his shock wears off. It takes him less than a second to pull you up and start jumping around, out of pure joy. He sobers up pretty quickly though, must faster than you anticipate, he's pulling his stuff off the table, switching off the lights. ''Home?'' you ask, taking the lead. When you get into the car, you say, ''This is kinda funny, we couldn't possibly be running home for this.'', ''Why not?'', ''There's no expiry, at least not for now. We've got... time.'', ''Yes?'', ''Yes'' you confirm, nodding your head, heading home. ''Also, why are we going home?'' you ask,
''What do you mean?'' he replies, not believing why you have no idea that you're leaving his studio early. ''It feels weird to leave early.'', you want to stop over somewhere. He sees your anxiousness, ''Lets stop over the station and buy something to eat.'', pointing at the turn. When you get out of the car, you can finally breathe, leaving the anxiety accompanied by your decision earlier. He takes your hand, holding your cheek and pulling you closer. He needed to do this. To give you a kiss which he first places very delicately on your cheek and then on the corner of your lips, finally on your lips. The moment is everlasting. He cups both your cheeks, gently, kissing you lovingly as if to say a multitude of unspoken things.
*sigh*, dear anon, I did it again: I strayed off-topic. I should be ashamed but the above writing is gold so I will include the little titbits after this: Ju's voice colours everything he feels, even if it's just a little bit, his hands may twitch or he'll sound a low sound that will alert you of what he's feeling. His best sound is when he gasps, it's not too much neither too little. He throws his head back and his back arches, it takes a small breath for him to resume. The scene I imagine as I write this is him receiving a blowjob. Otherwise, he would love to try out having sex in new places with you. Against the counter? Having you lean against it as his cock fills you up? Slowly, lovingly? He's all for it, whatever or wherever you imagine yourself to be, with him.
We'll start from the end: when he releases, his soft pants are capturing, distracting you even a little from your agenda of releasing your juices around his cock. His favourite position to have you ride his cock with your hands clutching his waist, circling your hips on his, he can't control the haziness that cloud his expression. His hands wander a lot though, to your nipples, pinching them but ever so often, he feels like tasting you. Having you in his mouth, to swirl his tongue around and relish in the beauty of how you taste. He brings you down, close to his chest so that he can take your bud in his mouth, ''I neglected this didn't I?'' and at your whines, he nods, chuckling, ''I'm sorry about that...'', trailing off to add extra vibration of pleasure that travel straight south. He's charismatic, without even trying.
Imagine another set of scenarios: Taeyang punishing. It's at a party, in a house containing lots of rooms save for the fact that the party is only on the first floor, you know that it's progress to the upper floors throughout the night. He takes you somewhere remote, messily clashing his lips against yours, tugging at your clothes. You've moved past the need for words. On your knees, you take his cock, bobbing your head and for the god lack of co-ordination, you stumble at first but he's quick to reassure you that you can do whatever for the first couple of times because he'll teach you well. His yelp is disappointingly loud when you playfully run your teeth along his cock and you peer up, to see his heated eyes, out of annoyance. ''On purpose?'' is the question that his expression seeks to answer but to which there is no answer. His moans are concealed when his hands land harshly on your ass, his cock red and hard no doubt. But instead, you pant and so does he, his breathing heavy and he struggles to stop just to fill you up. There's a hint of body worship that peeks out there, running his hands up and down your body, even into the dip in between your legs, coating his fingers in your juices. He loses control for a bit there, turning you around and kissing you with such high energy. His feelings for you- all over the place. In surprise, to contrast his previous energy, he gets down on his knees. He wants to. One leg over his shoulder, he dives in to taste your juices, placing kitten licks everywhere before pumping you with his digits, sucking greedily and only after he's wrecked you with one release or more as seen by your quivering thighs and shaking body but heated for more does he come back on top. If you don't think that you could release one more time, he's completely okay with it, equally loving your mouth on his cock that pushes him over the edge, once again with sheer force.
How about a best friends to lovers au now?: The suspect of loving you in this long-winded game is Taeyang, long-winded as in the past couple of months you've gotten to know one another. He's straightforward, to tell you that he likes you when the chance is there, an electric energy present, just before the two of you are about to kiss. He tells you how he feels about you. From there, your words satiate his nervous composure with relaxation. He kisses you, somewhat compose, majorly giddy from your confessions. He kisses you till your back hits the covers, passionately. Kissing your breasts (or chest), he loves to uncover you, to take his time, rocking his hips against yours in a pace that is just in between making love and fucking, he'll take your hot skin into his mouth, nipping and sucking and then hold your hands above your head, when a release rips through you. His groans beautifully grace your ears when he releases, kissing you once again. He would settle in beside you, giggling about what just occurred with a smile so shiningly bright or go to sleep and then wake up later to explore your attractions to one another, once again.
Hwiyoung | Kim Youngkyun:
Kyun has attitude
I'm sure that it may be not what you asked for but what is this blog without my ramblings??: When you first have sex together, he reaches for you. To touch you, to feel you and to remember every intimate moment he has with you. He'll feel your body, every part of you, your cheeks, chest, waist, tummy, inner thighs, backside and even places where stretch marks and/ or tattoos lie because those are personal to you. He'll show you and perhaps even tell you that your body is beautiful, multiple times. A beautiful session of making love follows. Where every moment is spent in each others arms as he fills you again and again, revelling in the sounds you make, Your cries, moans, whimpers incite him to hold you and continue his love-making.
His sounds vary but the majority are audible: his grunts when he enters you, his moans when he holds the headboard as he fucks into you or his cries that he let's out into the crook of your neck as you ride him. When he receives a blowjob, he doesn't hide his moans but it's not about hiding, he wants you to know. All in all, his sounds are low in tone, very pretty and arousing.
A little story for you, dear anon: It's summer! Unlike the others, this one is comparatively cooler. The breeze blows past your cheeks. You return home to find Youngkyun with an apron tied around his waist, delicately chopping the food and placing them into the utensil. The apron is an adorable sight that crinkles your eyes. For your boyfriend that regularly throws gang signs, it adds to the overall clarity of his cute demeanour. "Babe" you start your greetings but upon seeing you, he immediately throws off his apron and comes towards you, eliciting peels of laughter from you. He picks you up and places kisses all over your cheeks, ''I missed you'', he says, pouting. At your smile, he takes you to the bedroom, placing you on the bed. You wait, smiling, he's changing, ''Right now?'', ''Right now'', he nods, energy on full blast. He straddles you, placing smooth kisses everywhere, ''You are so pretty, you know that?'' he whispers, taking off your top and bottom. "Babe, really, how was your day?" you ask, the both of you laugh at the question as you switch positions, straddling him instead. Filling yourself up with his cock, you hear his little grunt upon entering and a sigh of relief comes from the both of you when he's completely in. The sounds he makes is beautiful in every tone. His hands on your backside guide your hips along his cock and ever so often, he let's out these pretty high-pitched moans, throwing his head back and swallowing all the arousal flooding through his body. You chuckle, moaning in his mouth as you give him a soft kiss. After you release, droplets of sweat can be seen on both of you and pink clouds his face, heated. Panic sets in his features. "What's going on-?" you ask, he doesn't move but points to the door, "the food". "We have to go save it", you say, little, displaced confessionals occurring now. You go to the kitchen and while he assesses for damage, you lean on your elbow, peeking at him in his naked form. It would very hard to argue with him if he was naked, you think. He nods, picking you and placing you on the counter, cuddling you. The moment could last forever. In between your legs, he doesn't bother with anything but laying peacefully in the crook of your neck, "Baby, I love you, I also feel like this was overdue", you chuckle, "of course not peach, I love you too" you say. A beat later, he kisses your neck, not hesitating to take a little bite that draws a laugh from you, ''Kyun!'', ''huh, babe?'' is his honest reply as he continues, till his mouth has reached your core.
He grasps the back of your head, gently easing you along his cock. Eagerly, he watches your mouth swallow his cock, his own growing dry at the sight. A slight twitching to be expected, you chuckle at the expression on his face, ''Chani'', you take yourself off his cock, snapping his attention to you. Truthfully, he was so aroused by the sight, he lost himself in it. You chuckle, brushing away strands of hair from his face. ''What is it?'', you ask to which he responds by taking you hands in his and squeezing ever so subtly to let you know that nothing is wrong, ''I was just staring, I'm sorry-'' he goes to apologise but you shake your head, already knowing that he was absorbing the visuals. He is surprised that his mouth works, could he even speak after watching something so heavenly? He's not sure that words could be formed. He leans on one hand, sitting on the bed with you in between his legs, taking him into your mouth once more, eliciting a groan from him, soft to begin with, accompanied by the scrunch of his nose at the feeling of warmth. He looses him hand on the back of your head when he feels like he's about to fall on his back. Your hands slowly trail up his inner thighs, squeezing the flesh along the way, pumping his shaft to kitten lick his tip, a trail of saliva coating your mouth and connecting to his tip. His eyes, although occasionally close out of pure arousal, he makes sure that they are open. By the time he's about to release, a layer of sweat lines his pink-dusted, heated temples. When he's close, his moans grow louder and he pants, making unconfigurable noises. The words that he wants to tell you, how he's feeling, how good you are for him and to him get strangled in his throat, instead coming out as muffled noises and quivering thighs. If you let him release into your mouth, he collapses on his back after as you straddle him. After a few moments, he would be in the mood to eat you out and have sex with you after. If you take him out of your mouth and pump him, he would prefer to release all over your backside, your butt that he'll repeatedly squeeze and even take a bite out off when he eats you out before he fills you up. He's ready to make love with you, surprising you and himself with his energy, pent-up, ''I'm surprised'', ''About what? This?'', ''Yes, very much.'', ''Babe, look at me.'', ''Huh?'', ''After sleeping for half your life, you have accumulated these reserves of energy...'', ''Babe please'' he says, stifling his laughter at your teasing.
For his sounds, he could also be non audible. For whatever it is that the two of you are doing, he could be exploring what he is feeling, especially the first couple of times that he has sex or receives a blowjob or mutually masturbates, a new situation.
How about a detective Chani au?: He's a rough character, particularly because of his past experiences in his job, naming more death than life, he once found it hard to stay afloat all the floating bodies in his nightmares. He's been there and he's not willing to go back, he's struggling and he knows. In this au, you are a random stranger, cross-pairing from a different department to hunt down a very articular group of organised crime. Around you, his control on his behaviour slips, like his physical affection and how much he speaks, he guards himself on a daily basis, stubborn to keep it that way. He fights with you, demeaning you and when he hears your words, they ring in his ears and also bring about a familiar, painful feeling in his chest. Even when he kisses you. He's rough, pushing you on your hands and knees, taking you from behind. Then, unconsciously, he brings you to his chest when he realises that you must be close and praises you, ''You're doing so well''. He also realises that he wants you by his side. You don't pretend to know who he is, despite his true horror stories of dead backlogging teams and ruined missions, unlike the people he works with. Guilt long suppressed clouds his chest, it's a weird feeling, even when the two of you are done and you take him into your arms. He's crying. You give him some space. He looks up when you come back into the room with water and some tissues, ''Here, tell me why you've been such a dick.''.
Off My Mind (mini series)
Pairing: bad boy!Youngbin x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking, swearing, suggestive content (there will be warnings for every chapter)
Genre: college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst
Plot: Your ordinary life consists of work and study until you catch the attention of Kim Youngbin- the notorious bad boy, everyone fears and talk about. Strange for him, however, you know nothing about his persona. There is something very intriguing about you but will he be able to decipher your heart and soul? Will you be able to break the walls he has built around himself for so long?
A/N: I've had this idea for months (wanted to write for another group) but I finally decided to do it :D. It’s nothing new and wow for this genre but hope the story will turn out well and that you’ll like it! Let me know if I have to add more warnings, etc. My inbox is always open <3. The first chapter will be posted soon.
mornings | kim hwiyoung
Genre : fluffy fluff, slight crack
Word Count : 710
A/N : i guess the guys teasing may be considered a bit suggestive? nothing nsfw though i promise, this is one of my favorite requests ever <3
Request : could you please do sf9 shirtless!hwiyoung please? the members teasing you in the morning after (seeing you wearing his oversized sweater). when hwiyoung came out of the room, he back hugging you and peppering you kisses and the members rolled their eyes. maybe something like that idk. thank you before, love all of your works💙
Birds singing, the wind gently brushing against your skin, the sun happily shining through the big windows, Hwiyoung's soft snoring.
It was morning, your eyes squinting as you gazed out the window. You didn't want to get out at all, you just wanted to stay in bed and sleep all day.
You rubbed your eyes lazily and sat up, looking over at Hwiyoung's sleeping form. His arm was wrapped around you in a caring manner, making you smile. You decided not to wake him up, quietly wiggling out of his grasp and getting out of bed to not disturb his rest. He looked way too handsome and peaceful to be woken up.
Hwiyoung's sweater was way too big for you, covering your knees. You wished that the others won't be up yet, or the teasing would never stop.
You took your phone and quickly replied to a few texts before putting on your flip-flops and stretching a few times. It was a pretty warm and nice spring morning, you always loved the calm and peace when you woke up.
You quietly left the room, going to the bathroom first to wash up then to the living room. Oh, how unlucky you were. The eight guys were sitting on the sofas, chatting loudly. You slowly backed off, praying for them not to notice you. "Oh, morning, Y/N!" Inseong smiled, waving to you. Oh god.
"..Morning" You replied, laying against the wall and yawning as you adjusted the sweater. You heard teasing whistles, sighing mentally. "Well, well, Y/N-" Jaeyoon wiggled his eyebrows.
"..No." You groaned, but it was already too late, all eyes fixed on you and the guys quietly giggling.
You knew this was not going to be good. "Just so you know, we don't want to be grandparents yet" Dawon chuckled, making your cheeks turn red. "We didn-"
"Good morning." Hwiyoung entered the living room, completely shirtless. Oh, just great. The whistles got louder as Hwiyoung glared daggers at them, ruffling his hair which at the moment looked like it could be an excellent bird nest.
"Kids grow up so fast" Youngbin sighed dramatically, wiping a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye. Hwiyoung scoffed and hugged you from the back, peppering you in soft kisses. The members rolled their eyes and turned away, scrunching their faces in slight disgust.
"Ew. Don't look, Chanhee" Rowoon covered Chani's eyes, making the youngest groan out. "Mind you, there are kids here, Hwi" He reminded teasingly, cocking a brow at the two of you.
Hwiyoung ignored the male and continued to kiss you all over, stopping at your nose. He fixed your hair, lovingly caressing your cheek. You wondered everyday what you did in your past life to deserve him. "Pancakes?" He asked, sweetly booping your nose and smiling. You nod, Hwiyoung about to enter the kitchen but Taeyang quickly stops him.
"You will not be causing a fire in my kitchen for the fourth time, Mr.Kim" Hwiyoung scoffed, sitting on the sofa and making a place for you on his lap. Taeyang went to make pancakes for you and Hwiyoung as you cuddled with him, throwing a fuzzy blanket over both of you to cover his chest.
Soon Taeyang returned with the pancakes, giving you and Hwiyoung a plate with the delicious breakfast. "Thank you, Tae" You hummed, Taeyang nodding and slumping on the sofa beside Zuho.
"You look comfy, but, uh.." Dawon scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should be telling you about it or not. You turned your head to him, frowning. "You're running a little bit very late to work" You gasped and shot up, running to change. You completely forgot about work, the morning was just too perfect.
"Can't you skip work?" Hwiyoung whined lazily, back-hugging you. "I wish" You stood on your tippy toes to peck his lips, putting on your shoes. "We'll cuddle when I get home" He nodded, kissing you and helping you get ready.
"Promise?" You could swear that Hwiyoung was a teddy bear locked in a grown man's body. "Promise, you can prepare movies and snacks" You hugged him and said your goodbyes to the rest of the guys.
Mornings with Hwiyoung are always perfect.
a/n : thank you for requesting! hope you liked it <333
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 reminds you, 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.
co-worker Hwioyoung x fem!reader
a/n: this was quickly written and inspired by Hwiyoung’s latest vlive :D; might rewrite it later; any feedback (and discussion) is appreciated <3; and excuse any mistakes
warnings: implied smut
it's not that you don't like your co-worker Youngkyun; on the contrary- he is charming, funny, very attractive but he’s too flirty for your like and annoys the hell out of you
he constantly makes silly jokes, throws out compliments like confetti, the first one to help when a problem arise
and he has that annoying habit of licking his lips while making eye contact and wearing tight clothes to show his toned god-like body
all women are whipped for him
but he especially likes to tease you
and he likes to throw glances at you even stare lmao
the thing is you don’t succumb to his charms and games
and for Youngkyun you are a closed book which he would really like to read
you are introverted, usually calm and you try to keep your composure when you are around him
which is not easy; and for your logical mind it is absurd to confess that you might have a little crush on him
not to mention the fact that you get a little jealous at times because of the eyes full of lust and desire looking at him
but one day, suddenly, he stop teasing you so much
which means you can finally take a breath but
your heart breaks when you see the reason for his changed behavior
it was on a Saturday morning, your day off, when you decide to grab a book and visit your favorite café and you see him with a girl there
who is very pretty you can’t deny it
Youngkyun spots you and waves at you showing his eye smile which you adore, you wave back at him too, a fake smile creeping on your face
you try to give your attention fully on your book but you can’t help to glance at their table not-so-secretly, as you thought, from time to time
not long after that there is the annual gala dinner your and other companies organize
where anyone can go with their partner (needless to say you go alone :) ); and you try not to think about seeing Kyun with his girlfriend
that night you wear a simple yet beautiful red dress that compliment your figure
you are patiently waiting for the elevator when you feel someone’s presence beside you; you turn and see him looking at you; what shocks you more is that he is alone
“I thought you’ll come with your girlfriend tonight“, you say to him, trying to sound unfazed, your eyes in front of you; the tension between you visibly grows
“We broke up“, he answers; you quickly look at him but before you can say anything, the elevator comes; and the gentleman Kyun is, he lets you enter first.
there’s an awkward silence between the two of you, both lost in your thoughts; a part of you wants to ask him why did they break up but you quickly brush off these thoughts
“She is not you.“, you hear him whisper in your ear, your breath hitching; “I saw how you looked at us at the café. Don’t you know it’s not polite to stare at people?“, he asks, placing a soft kiss of your neck as his hands travel around your exposed thighs, making their way closer and closer to your most intimate parts; how did you not notice him coming so closer to you?
“I wasn’t staring“, you finally manage to mumble, surprised at how your body reacted to his touch, to everything he does to you
“If you say so“, Youngkyun says, laughing at your words and turns you to face him. Your eyes are closed, he can tell that his actions caught you off guard. When you finally open them you see him grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You look gorgeous tonight, love.“, he says, as he kisses both your hands, not breaking for a second the eye contact. You try to process how so many things happened for a few seconds (and not minutes, as you thought).
the elevator door opens, as you and Kyun finally reach your destination.
You glance at the hustle and bustle in front of you. Do you really want to be here?
“Is something wrong, Y/N?“, he says, seeing you frozen in your place.
“Would you like to come home? For a drink“, you ask him, only thinking about how you want to finish the things your co-worker started in the elevator. He licks his lips, his eyes full of lust...and love?; he think his heart might bursts out of his chest.
“I would love to have a drink with you“, he says, as he takes your hand in his.
needless to say you both made love to each other that night, finally confessing your feelings, talking about everything and anything
and waking up in each other’s’ arms-the best way to start your day
When you break up: SF9
Warning- None!(I'm so proud of myself that I didn't curse once!)
Disclaimer- This is all fiction in no way, shape or form am I trying to say I know these idols personally.
Inseong: He'll never be the same, when he was with you he was such a major sunshine and smiles. When you broke up that changed, he never smiled as much his face held no sunshine or light.
°~Listen to these while reading, you can pick which one you want to listen to~°
Youngbin: He never expected it to ever happen. He though you two were happy and in love but when you said you wanted to break up, his heart shattered.
Jaeyoon: He is normal about it, he understands your decision but there are some points in his day when he starts thinking of you and starts getting upset.
Sanghyuk/Dawon: He'd be broken about it. It would taken him awhile to repair his heart, he'd try everything to get over you but you were the love of his life and now you are gone.
Juho/Zuho: When you said you wanted to break up and when you left him, he would feel so many emotions at once. Anger, Sadness and Insecurity, he thought about what he has done wrong. After you, he couldn't find anyone else all he wanted was you and only you.
Rowoon: He'd handle it maturely but still be broken inside. He seems to not take it as big of a deal since everyone goes through break ups but he really misses you and wants you back.
Taeyang: He is hurt but he doesn't show it. When someone mentions your name he excuses himself and he breaks down. You are always on his mind even though you have broken up.
Youngkyun/Hwiyoung: He tries to move on. After you both broke up, he tried to find someone else. While dating them he didn't feel the same connection as he felt between you and him. No matter how much he dates people he can't think about anyone else but you.
Chanhee/Chani: He is cold and quiet when you break up. He only talks when someone is talking to him. All he thinks about is those 3 words you said to him(A/N which is Let's break up). He wanted to spend his whole life with you but it was cut short.
➳ genre: smut/suggestive (minors dni!) ➳ ficstyle: MTL ➳ requested: yes (sorry I lost your request 😭)
I honestly don't have much of an explanation besides just personal feeling but I'll still try lmao
I feel like Taeyang, Zuho and Dawon would be the most into it? Not just trying it a few times, but also ending up liking it a lot in a way that they would probably ask you to peg them once in a while.
I do think Inseong, Hwiyoung and Jaeyoon are quite experimental. That being said I feel like they're more reluctant though. Inseong might agree to try it immediately if you give him some puppy eyes because he's very open and willing to give everything a try. It would take some convincing for Hwiyoung and Jaeyoon though. I don't think they'd end up being as much into it as the other three, simply because they'd prefer penetrating you. That doesn't mean they won't occasionally do it again tho 👀
Youngbin, Chani and Rowoon were the hardest for me to place and I literally kept switching them up until last minute, if I could I would've placed Rowoon and Chani next to each other lmao. I think Youngbin out of the three is the most likely to try it and end up enjoying it, even doing it again occasionally, but he's just not as into it as the others. That being said Chani and Rowoon are the most likely to straight up say no right away. If they notice that it's something you really want though, I feel like they'd reluctantly end up agreeing to trying it. But hear me out on that. Chani might end up liking it but he'll never admit it out of pride. You can tell tho lmao For Rowoon I feel like it can go two ways. I feel like he could be very persistent on saying no cause he just does not like the thought of being penetrated, so you won't ask again and it'll be off the table. Please don't ever force or persist on doing something your partner doesn't agree to do! On the other hand though I see him as someone who puts your pleasure above his and I feel like he might reluctantly try it just for you if he notices it's really something you'd like to try. I don't think he'll end up enjoying being penetrated to the fullest, but it won't be as bad as he thought? He might let you do it once in a blue moon just because it’s something you enjoy and to make you happy.
Hi i am a new kpop writer. I will be writing kpop idols x m!reader. I will also do gender neutral at times but you will have to state that in your request (it will contain male anatomy as well unless again if you state other wise)
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Txt (smut will be choi line ONLY)
I will probably add more groups later
Feel free to send requests. They are open
Hey, my beloved foxies! First of all, I want to say thank you for all the love and support you’ve given to me since I started this blog. Your feedbacks and interactions really mean a lot for me and I’m super grateful for everyone I met here ❤
Now, let’s go to our special event! It’s simple: you can choose a number/sentence + a member + the genre (fluff, smut/suggestive or angst) and I'll write a short fic (drabbles/blurbs). Please, choose only one number/sentence and one member per request and you can request as many times as you want. Ex: 1 + Inseong + Fluff
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I can’t stop kissing you
Never let me go
I need you
Let me take care of you tonight
Hold my hand
I missed you
Wanna shower with me?
Are you wearing my shirt?
It feels so good
Say it again
Now I got you exactly where I planned
Do you wanna come with me?
Let’s go slow
I heard you talking in your sleep
You’re driving me crazy
I can’t wait anymore
I think I won’t be able to hold myself
Can I come over?
I’m happy that you are here
I can’t keep my hands to myself
Are you listening?
I still remember the first time we… + choose a scenario
Look how cute he/she is
Do you need some help?
Can you hug me?
You don’t need to say it twice
Sit/Lay next to me
Are you in mood to play?
Long-term-boyfriend!sub!Hwiyoung x (Gender-Ambiguous) Dom!Reader
Summary: After touring overseas, your boyfriend finally returns to your arms. Things quickly get hot and heavy, but they stop almost as quickly as they start, making your boyfriend anxious.
This is part of a collaboration called The Intimacy Project, which deals with the fact that the imperfections of intimacy makes it much more, well, intimate. I highly encourage checking out the Directory for the project to find other amazing works that deal with topics involving the imperfect side of intimacy!
Word Count: 2.1k
Contains: sub!idol aspects, smut (strip tease, blowjob, etc), anxieties/insecurities, a little bit of crack, mostly fluff tho
A/N: woah, a new post??? WILD. Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I will slowly but surely be finishing up the four stories I’ve promised you all. This is the first of my two pieces for the Intimacy Project! Hope you enjoy!
Your boyfriend texted you the moment the plane landed. The message was quickly followed by Zuho messaging you a picture of your boyfriend smiling like crazy at his phone. You giggled at his adorable excitement before saving the secret picture and messaging your boyfriend that he'd be showered with kisses the moment he steps in the door.
[Bebi♡]: Please do!! I miss you so much.
After that message, he must be busy gathering his luggage and making his way to your place because you only hear from him again when you hear someone successfully enter the code to enter your apartment.
You jump up from your position on the couch to satisfy your promise. As he sets his suitcase by the entrance and turns to close the door behind him, you hug him tightly from behind, leaving soft kisses on his nape. As he turns around in your arms, trying to face you, you keep placing kisses on any revealed skin you see. Upon seeing his smiling face, you kiss both cheeks before locking your lips with his. His arms find their way around your waist while yours stay wrapped tightly around his as if worried he will be pulled away from you once again.
As the simple welcome-home kisses turn into a full make-out session, you lead your boyfriend to the nearby couch. You sit down first, momentarily breaking the kiss, but he quickly straddles your lap, draping his arms over your shoulders and continuing the kiss. You smirk into the kiss, finally recognizing his desperation when he begins grinding against your thigh.
You lightly pull on his hair to reveal his now-pouting face, teasing, "Babe, you seem really needy. Should I help you?"
"Please. I missed your touch so much." He begs, trying to nod despite your steady grip on his hair.
As you let go, you tell him to strip for you. He quickly stands up, pulling his t-shirt over his head without hesitation. You can't help but laugh as you tell him to slow down so you can savor the sight since you haven't seen it in months. A blush covers his face, but he listens well, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly sliding them down his legs. You jokingly tell him to spin around, but, with the anticipation building inside him, the comment clearly doesn't register as a joke to him, as he embarrassingly turns in place, his hands covering his face the whole time.
"You're adorable." You coo, reaching out to remove his hands from his face, "Now, sweetheart, will you finish stripping, or are you too embarrassed? Do I need to do it?"
He shakes his head as his hands fly to the waistband of his underwear. His movements stop momentarily as he remembers that he shouldn't rush. After taking a breath to stabilize himself, he slowly pulls down the band, his half-hardened member bouncing out once the material is removed. As the final article of clothing drops to his feet, you move forward and reach around him to squeeze his butt and use it to pull him closer to you. He steps forward, and you catch him off-guard as you take his penis into your mouth without warning. The high-pitched noise he makes as a result echoes in the otherwise silent room.
Following his desperation, you start sucking hard, moving your head fast without warming him up. After a minute or so, his legs begin to shake, and his moans turn into curses. Before he can even warn you, his cum coats your throat, making you choke a bit before regaining composure and swallowing the liquid. He quickly takes a step back, stumbling over his words as he apologizes for cumming so early and without any warning. You stand up and quickly pull him into your arms as you see his eyes begin to water.
You coax him to sit back down, and he instantly hides his face in your shoulder, his repeated apologies now muffled. You pet his back, insisting that it's okay. You feel his tears through the thin fabric, which leaves a dull pain in your chest to witness, and you know he needs to calm down from the initial shock before you can convince him that you don't mind the situation. You hold him close and continue rubbing his back and petting his hair until he lifts his head.
"I'm so sorry. This isn't how I wanted to spend the first day back. I'll make it up to you." He declares in between sniffles.
You place your hand under his chin and kiss his forehead before insisting, "Babe, it's okay. I really don't mind at all. You got excited, that's all. It's normal."
"No, Youngkyun. But nothing. We have as much time as we want to screw around whenever we're together." You use your thumb to wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks as you continue, "This way, we can enjoy other things together today. We can cuddle, watch something, play some games, blast music so we can dance like weirdos - literally anything. No matter what, I'm going to enjoy it because it means I'm spending time with you."
He shines a small smile through puffy eyes before asking if he can get some water. You tell him to think of what he wants to do while you get some for him. You wiggle your way off the couch and head to the kitchen, getting water for you both. As you return to the living room, you find your boyfriend sitting on the floor, in front of the cabinet, looking at your small collection of physical copies of games, movies, and albums. You set the glasses on the coffee table before asking if he's chosen something to do.
"Kind of. I'm just narrowing things down at this point. Gimme a number, one through ten."
"Cool." He pulls out an album and inserts the CD into the player, "Guess we'll listen to some k-pop this time."
You stifle a laugh as you realize which activity he chose from the list of examples you gave him. As he hits play and holds out his hand, you can't help your laughter when you hear his own group play from the speakers. "I see I was given the illusion of choice."
"No, even numbers got you this while odd numbers would've given you one of your non-k-pop albums. You just chose the proper option."
You roll your eyes as you take his hand and pull him in close. He stumbles over his feet, not expecting you to flip the script by bringing him towards you. The tall boy basically falls into you, his face hitting your chest. He looks up at you, clearly embarrassed, so you wink up at him to throw him even more off-guard. You see the blush cover his face and ears before he tries to cover his embarrassment by standing up straight again and beginning to dance to the song. Since his reaction was so cute, you decide to let it go without comment and join in, dancing poorly on purpose to make him laugh.
The action succeeds, and you both purposely dance poorly while laughing at one another until you exhaust your energy and throw yourself onto the couch. He straddles your lap, nuzzling his nose into your neck as you both catch your breath. The music fades into the background as you focus on the sweet boy cuddling into you, concentrating on hearing his heartbeat and breathing.
You soon realize that Hwiyoung is falling asleep on you. You tap his back and gently tell him that the two of you should head to bed rather than risk falling asleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch. Slowly, he gets up and helps you up as well. Holding his hand, you lead him to the bedroom, letting him get underneath the blankets first. He holds his arms open wide, whining about not cuddling you soon enough and hoping you'll fill the empty spot in his grasp.
You undress before joining, but when you do join him, he instantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly into his chest. The room is mostly silent for a while, so you begin dozing off. However, you hear him softly call your name, checking whether you're still awake. You mumble a response to let him know you aren't yet asleep, willing to listen to whatever he has to say, especially since he usually falls asleep before you.
As he squeezes you tightly, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice, he quietly asks, "Is it really okay that I came so quick earlier?"
"Did you have fun dancing with me after?"
"Then yes, it's totally okay. As long as the time we spend together is enjoyable for both of us, I don't care what we do. Sex isn't that important to me, babe.
Your happiness and my own happiness both come first."
"I'm just... I just feel really bad about it. It was so quick and you didn't get to enjoy anything. I didn't even help you at all."
"I will continue to reassure you that it was completely okay for however long you need me to. It really is okay. We still had a great time today. Plus, who said I didn't enjoy it? Teasing you like earlier is extremely fun for me." You wiggle an arm out from between the two of you to wrap it around him and hug him close.
After a short sound of embarrassment, he mumbles, "I'll still make up for it." The drowsiness in his voice fades out his words as he drifts out of consciousness.
You smile at the thought of him being comforted enough to fall asleep mid-conversation before allowing your body to relax and fall asleep as well.
When you wake up in the morning, your partner isn't there with you. You look around, wondering if you simply dreamed of him coming home yesterday until you recognize the faint sound of the water flowing in the shower. You close your eyes and stay in bed until Hwiyoung returns. Hearing him scoff to himself about you still being asleep, you respond without moving, and you hear him jump at the sound of your voice.
"Who said I was asleep, meanie?"
"God, Y/N! Don't scare me like that!"
You break out into a loud laugh, one that only grows when he tells you that it wasn't funny. Soon enough, the contagious laugh reaches him. You both laugh until you're out of breath, him ending up on the floor.
As you sit up and look over the edge of the bed to see the panting boy looking up at you from his position, you smile, "You're so cute."
"Says the cute one." He spits back without hesitation - as per usual - and sits up, patting your head as it hangs over the edge, "Should I make some breakfast for us?"
"Are you going to burn down my kitchen by trying? Just stay with me a bit more, please." You hold your arms open wide, gesturing him to come to lay in bed with you again.
As he gets off the ground and finds his way into a comfortable position in your arms, he speaks under his breath, "God, I love you."
"I love you, too, baby."
"Thank you for accepting me no matter what. Even after what happened yesterday. I'm going to pamper you all day today because of that. Whatever you want, I'll do it."
You giggle, knowing he's being way too serious, so you decide to play with him a bit, "So, if I asked you to put on a dress and let me do your makeup, you would?"
"Ye- Wait... Babe, please don't make me do that."
"I won't. It's just funny since you don't have to make it up to me at all. But if this will help you feel better, I'm not going to stop you. I just want you to understand that finishing early is normal. The reverse is true as well. I might end up without the energy to keep going some nights, or I might get too excited and finish quickly, too. It's all normal."
"Okay, babe, but I'm still gonna be under your control today. Anything you want, I'll do it."
"Under my control?" Your lips curl up into a smirk as your brain begins to imagine all the things you could have your boyfriend do if he would obey your every word, but you decide you'd rather just enjoy your time with him, "So we can cuddle all day, right?"
"That's it? That's all you want?"
"Youngkyun, I didn't have you with me for months. It'll happen again the next time you guys go on tour. I just want to enjoy the time I have with you. So just relax with me for a bit, okay?"
He nods as you both snuggle into each other, basking in the presence of one another.
Pairing: Dawon X Reader
Themes: Fluff, non-idol!au
Summary: To fall in love with your neighbor. Okay now what
A/N: Happy Birthday to Dawon! There will be a part 2 to this. I’m just too exhausted to write a lot today.
You lived in a fairly small neighborhood. The houses were all close together, and the people were just as close. Everyone knew each other. And everyone knew about the new family moving in.
Everyone was intrigued by the new family. It wasn’t every day someone new moved in. But you were more intrigued by the son of the family. From what you’ve heard, there was a boy around your age moving in to your neighborhood. Not just anywhere in the neighborhood, but right next door.
The little old lady that had lived next door to you for your whole life moved out. After years of living on her own, she was no longer able to sustain herself. She had moved out of the neighborhood and into a nursing home. But her move allowed for this family to move in. And just like that everything changed.
The whole neighborhood gathered around to greet the new neighbor and to help them move in. You had made your way to the son, wanting to greet him immediately. “Hello, I’m Y/N”. You stuck your hand out to greet him. He blushed but still took your hand.
“I’m Sanghyuk, but my friends call me Dawon. Is it always like this here? Everyone is really friendly.” He looked at you nervously.
“Don’t worry, they’re just curious about the new family. They’ll forget about you soon enough. It’s just not everyday we get a new family here.” You laughed as he nodded in understanding.
“Oh okay. Well um, I really should get these boxes inside. It was nice to meet you.” Before you could respond he made his way inside, away from the crowd.
You too made your way inside, heading back up to your own bedroom. From your bedroom you could see the front yard from one window, and the bedroom of your neighbor from the other. You were watching out the front window, but something caught your attention out the other window. The bedroom next door lit up and you turned to see who’s room it was. Dawon walked into the room and looked around. You don’t know why but this made you blush. Maybe because that room had been empty for so long. Or maybe because it was now occupied by a cute guy. But whatever it was, you weren’t here for it. So you shut your curtains, not wanting to look at him.
After the first day you didn’t think much about keeping your curtains closed. You were always in and out that it didn’t make much of a distance. But you did find yourself sneaking glances out the window, trying to see him.
That first day in the new house Dawon noticed right away the proximity of his window to the neighbors. Just as he looked through the window was when you had closed the curtain. ‘So his bedroom window looked right through your bedroom window. Just his luck that the pretty neighbor and him shared a window,’ he thought to himself.
Over the next few days, Dawon found himself sneaking glances through the window. Trying to just catch a glimpse of you. And every now and then he would. You would run into your room, grab something, and run out. He doesn’t know why, but he loved these moments. These little moments, these small glimpses, they were everything. He didn’t know it then, but he was falling in love with you. The neighbor he had barely spoken to. The neighbor whose window he could look right into. The neighbor that made his heart race.
You didn’t stay in your room much. The more you stayed in your room, the more inclined you were to look out your window. To just catch a glimpse of Dawon. You don’t know why, but he had made your heart race. This neighbor that had just moved in. This neighbor whose room you had looked into for years. This neighbor who you may have just fallen in love with.