#baek juho fanfic

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HOLD ME TIGHT

genre. a little tension but not truly e2l. mutual pining/misunderstandings. kinda fluffy. entirely based on motorcyclist!zuho. warnings. briefly mentioned that zuho & reader are spies/assassins. wounds and injuries mentioned (not in detail). zuho is hot (and cute) and rides a motorcycle. pairing. zuho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n. originally got the idea from the lyrics of 'tight' and @eternalgyu's delusions 😭 but it strayed a little away from the first inspiration... hope it's still okay tho

“As long as you hold me tight, we’ll be good.” Juho’s deep voice filled your ears as if in a daze. You forced your head to nod to him, though you had barely processed his words. You weren’t in the best of circumstances at the moment— having gotten beaten up pretty badly just an hour before. Your teammate had been in a different area, and only found you once he was done with his portion of the mission. At least you had taken out the enemy, though.

Now it was just a transportation problem. You couldn’t ride your own motorcycle back to base considering your condition. This forced Juho to clench his jaw and offer for you to ride with him. He didn’t want to. Frankly, he didn’t want to have any reason to even talk to you, but he kept being assigned the same missions as you, so now, here he was.

You didn’t really annoy him. Well, maybe a little— but not in the way people usually did. You were clearly very good at your job, and your charisma was clear in the way you carried out every mission. Juho would be lying if he didn’t hold a lot of respect for you. He was known to be a bit cold to the team, rarely ever talking to anyone besides Taeyang. He particularly avoided you, only because whenever he was in your presence, his brain didn’t seem to think straight.

In short, you distracted him. A lot. He wasn’t one to catch feelings on the job, especially this job, where the circumstances were always teetering on the edge of life or death. But it seemed like you broke all his rules. He had encased his heart behind a thick metal wall, yet somehow, you had already started making a dent in it.

You didn’t think anything of the way he was glaring at you— you couldn’t think of a time when he hadn’t glared at you. But you weren’t appreciating the way your inebriated mind was racing with a thought. Just 1 thought.

Baek Juho looked hot when angry.

Given that you were bleeding and not entirely sober at the moment, the thought was beyond absurd. But it was probably because you were injured and intoxicated that those thoughts allowed themselves to enter your mind.

You were dizzy as you clumsily pushed your body up onto the back of the motorcycle. Juho waited until you were on and secure to take his seat. You tried to put on your helmet, but due to your slight head injury, you couldn’t put on your helmet without worsening the open wound. You heard Juho curse under his breath as you winced in pain.

“I’ll drive safely. Ditch the helmet.” He commanded, sliding on his own helmet and revving up the engine. “I’m not going to start until you’re holding on.” He muttered. Your brain caught onto his annoyed tone, and you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, just slightly gripping his jacket.

“That’s not gonna do a thing.” He commented, grabbing one of your hands and moving it to his waist. Your breath caught up in your throat. In order to hold his waist securely, you had to rest your head against his back. His rather attractive, strong, broad back. You were screwed.

Juho finally started driving once you were holding him as tight as he felt necessary. You were thankful that it wasn’t too much of a windy night, otherwise the breeze would’ve been sure to agitate your wounds. There wasn’t much you could talk about over the sound of the motorcycle, so you kept silent. As you sobered up, you grew evermore aware of how tense Juho was. Was he always this rigid?

To your surprise, when he stopped the motorcycle, you weren’t in front of your team’s base, but instead, a small house. Juho cleared his throat seconds after he had stopped, bringing your attention to the way you were still clinging to his middle. You quickly brought your hands away from him in embarrassment, catching your balance as you got off the vehicle. You were still in a lot of pain, but at least your head was clearer than before. A good 2 am drive did wonders for your mental health.

“Make yourself at home.” Juho said as he opened the door to the house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Juho’s home, but you definitely hadn’t bargained that it would be this… warm.

The first thing you were met with when you stepped inside was the meowing of a cat. A light orange short haired cat soon appeared from another room, mewling up at Juho, quick to give his legs affectionate rubs with his head.

Juho coughed, “Don’t mind Huru. I haven’t been home in a while. I hope you’re not allergic to cats?” He queried, looking back at you as he picked up the cat in his arms, cradling the little boy lovingly.

You were dumbfounded. The Juho in front of you was like a completely different person. You tried to rub your eyes to see if you were just seeing things when you caught onto a smile on his face. Baek Juho smiling. Your teammates would think you were crazy if you told them about this later.

“N-no. I’m fine with cats.” You mumbled a late response to his question, standing awkwardly at the doorway. You had discarded your work boots, but now didn’t know where to go or what to do. You felt like you were intruding. Juho was always a very private person. No one but Taeyang really knew much about his personal life. Yet, here you were, welcomed into his living space by the man himself.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left. There’s a kit in the cabinet. Bring it out and I’ll patch you up.” Juho instructed, his tone much softer than earlier on the mission. It was weird, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like the change. There was a comforting sense with the way he was talking to you… almost, a fond look in his eyes?

You found your way to the bathroom, finding it pristinely clean and organised, as if you were at a hotel. This was something you did expect from the man. The rooms at the base would probably be a pigsty if it weren’t for Juho’s efforts to keep things tidy. You located the first aid kit in the cabinet where Juho said it would be, and brought it back out to the living room.

You sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for Juho to come back. You could hear him rustling in the kitchen. While you were waiting, Huru got curious of the new person in the house and came to start sniffing you cautiously. He jumped up on the couch next to you, investigating you before settling down in a meatloaf position next to you.

Juho came back seconds later, smiling widely at the two of you, “As expected. Huru also has good taste in women.” His eyes held a playful glint as he took a spot next to you on the couch. He got out the supplies needed and started working on the head wound first.

You had been patched up many times by your teammates. It was uncomfortable, and more than not, extremely painful. Most occasions were time sensitive, so there was no room to be careful and gentle when the goal was to stop the bleeding enough to get out of the dangerous situation.

The way Juho was handling you, though, was extremely gentle. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, enough to prevent any extra sting from the disinfectant. He was doing a better job making sure you didn’t feel pain that you would’ve been able to if you had to patch yourself up.

It felt strangely intimate. The small living room, both of you sitting close on the 2 cushioned couch. Huru watched both of you carefully, squinting cutely at his father every once in a while, making Juho smile back. You stayed silent for most of it, until the question became too overbearing for you to keep in any longer.

“How come you’re so warm?” The question came out a little hesitantly, and you gulped down the uncomfortable lump that formed in your throat once you got the words out. Most of the nervousness came from Juho’s expression. He kept a poker face, but confusion soon spread on it as he met your eyes.

“Warm?”

You were forced to elaborate further, fiddling with your hands as Juho set down the blood soaked cotton swab he was holding, “You’re… surprisingly… pleasant to be around?” You offered up the thought, not quite sure if you had articulated it how you would’ve liked, but it would have to do for now.

“Was I not before?” He responded, picking up a fresh roll of bandages and dabbing at a bleeding spot on your arm.

“Well. You were always so reserved? No one would’ve guessed that you lived in this cozy space with a cute cat and a collection of colourful ceramic mugs.” You mumbled. 

Juho stiffened, “You noticed the ceramics?” 

You smiled a little, “They were all lined up so nicely on the shelf in the kitchen… It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cute. Juho had never been called cute before. Cold, unfeeling, rude, professional, reliable, stern. Those were all words he could easily attribute to himself. But cute? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, not liking how you were seconds away from delivering the final blow to the damaged and dented metal wall around his heart. It was seconds away from becoming disfigured beyond imagination, all because of 2 words.

“I see.” He whispered throatily, trying to catch his breath from the unmistakable tension in the room. “You must be tired. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announced, snapping shut the first aid kit and leaving to put it away before you could protest him.

You decided to just go with it. You didn’t have energy or courage to object to anything Juho said. Despite the warmth he had given you tonight, he was still intimidating at times. If he flashed another smile to you, you were sure you’d end up doing something you’d really really regret. 

Lying down on his bed felt like something you were definitely not supposed to do. You were trespassing on his privacy by being here. You should’ve asked him to drive you home instead of letting him let you stay over here. Your brain was racing with the overwhelming thoughts. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Juho came in dressed in pyjamas. He held a mug of hot tea in one hand and some clothes in the other. You could tell he had showered by the way his hair was still wet, and you willed your brain to stop screaming about how attractive he looked like that.

“I thought you might appreciate some tea. And it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your uniform… though I’m sure you’ve done it before. I brought some clothes just in case you wanted to change into them.” He explained shyly, setting down the cup of tea and clothes on the bedside table and quickly saying goodnight. Just going in to give you those 2 things had his stomach twisting and turning in nervousness. The effect you had on him was undeniable.

The tea made you sleepier, and the clothes were incredibly comfortable to sleep in, albeit a little big on you. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep once you relaxed into the soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Your body desperately needed the rest, and you were thankful that there was no work to do tomorrow.

You woke up to Juho’s face dangerously close to yours. You would’ve shrieked in shock if it wasn’t for the sleepiness evident in his eyes. He clearly wasn’t in any state to do anything to you. His eyes weren’t quite closed, but his eyelids drooped down almost all the way. He must’ve also just woken up.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you in an incredibly deep, sleepy morning voice. His eyes had fallen shut again, but he could feel your stare against his face, and he couldn’t help but curve one corner of his lips up.

“I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?” You asked, bewildered at the closeness between you two. It was impossible to want to move, though, given the ache in your body from the past day’s injuries.

“I didn’t mean to… I must’ve been too tired when I came to check on you a couple hours ago.” He whispered. Your response was interrupted when Huru jumped up on the bed, purring contentedly and headbutting Juho’s cheek incessantly. You giggled at the sight. The way Juho closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face, trying (and failing) to get Huru to settle down, was the most precious sight you had seen.

You sighed, “Thank you for your hospitality. I guess I should probably get back to my place now.” Your lack of motivation to actually leave was clearly evident to both you and Juho. Your apartment had always felt a little lonely. You didn’t have the time to decorate it or pick up collecting hobbies like Juho’s ceramics. Neither did you have furry companions to wake you up with affection in the morning. If things went exactly the way you wished them to, you would be able to stay with Juho just for a little longer. His presence right now was more comforting than anyone else's.

Juho sat up, thinking for a second. It seemed as if he could read the thoughts your brain was bringing up, as he suddenly asked, “Do you have plans for later?”

You shook your head.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile. You couldn’t possibly say no to the sight. His bed hair, soft pyjamas, and contented sleepy face— you were sure he was trying to make you fall in love with him at this point. He was the cutest person you had ever seen.

“Are you asking me out right now?” You asked with a smile, an elated feeling bubbling in your chest.

“Only if you say yes.” He responded, impatient to hear your response. 

“Don’t worry. Going out for coffee with my handsome coworker sounds like a great way to spend the day.” You mused and Juho laughed, mirroring the happiness that you felt.

Since you had met Juho, you had always thought he was cold. His sharp features and serious stare gave off a strong impression, and since he didn’t make much effort to get close to people, that unwelcome belief of his personality lived on in your brain for a long time. But it only took that one coffee date to entirely change your perspective on him.

No, Juho wasn’t cold or rude or impolite. He was warm and friendly and so, so cute. He talked a lot about his cats and his childhood— his interest in music, and, of course, his ceramic mugs. He listened intently to everything you had to say. You talked for hours at the cafe, and then for even more hours at home. You kept talking and talking and talking— always finding more you wanted to say; neither of you getting tired of the company.

After that day, Juho no longer looked at missions assigned with you with distaste. Instead of suppressing the fluttery feeling that you summoned in him with just your mere presence, he welcomed it. He smiled a lot more; enough for your other teammates to start to question his switch in behaviour. You had slowly but surely dented the wall surrounding his heart, and now, he gladly let you in, letting you fill every corner of it with warmth and love.

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Kinkmas - Day 12 - Cuckholding W/ Zuho and Hwiyoung

Post Date: 12th December 2022 Content: Smut - SF9 Zuho x Reader x SF9 Hwiyoung  WC: 1.3K TW?: Cuckholding/ Boyfriend & Roomate!Zuho/ Roommate!Hwiyoung/ Hair Pulling/ Masterbating/ Oral (Giving)

Summary: When his date doesn’t go to plan, Hwiyoung gets something extra special to spend his Christmas holiday with you and Zuho.

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Hwiyoung patiently waits outside the restaurant, freezing in the bitter winter wind, clasping his hands together for warmth. Waiting for his date to show up, but she never does. Texting him hours later that she had a date with someone else, telling him how sorry she was when in reality, She didn't care. But he did. He liked her, a lot. Finding someone to take his mind off of you, his best friend's girlfriend. Who he's had a crush on since forever, and doesn't want to get in trouble with Zuho for having such. Trying to change it ASAP.

However, it wasn't like Zuho didn't know. Zuho could tell Hwiyoung was head over heels for you, the way he blushed when you spoke to him, the way he'd get shy when you offered to give him a hug when he needed comfort. He couldn't be mad that people had eyes on his girlfriend. He couldn't blame them.

If anything, this just makes interesting conversations between you and your boyfriend, about trying something out of the box, having threesomes usually comes to mind when talking, but Zuho wants to give Hwiyoung a little early Christmas present.

"How did your date go?" Zuho asks, sipping at the hot chocolate you had just freshly made as Hwiyoung walks through the door, saddened in the face seeing you both cuddled up on the couch.

Hwiyoung sighs, chucking off his shoes, and slouches down on the armchair opposite you both, ignoring how comfortable the both of you were as he hangs his head slowly, "It didn't happen, she was seeing someone else".

It was actually painful to see how hurt your friend was, especially for Zuho who told him to go for it, now feeling guilty he helped get him in contact with her in the first place.

"I'm so sorry, man," Zuho says quietly, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder as he turns to you, looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.

He knows exactly what that look is for, looking at you with a smirk growing on his face. What better time to give Hwiyoung his Christmas gift than now? Nodding slowly at you, you move from beside him to make your way over to Hwiyoung whose eyes shoot wide open when you take a seat on his lap, looking at Zuho to make sure that he was okay with what was going on.

Adjusting yourself on his lap, you straddle him, arms on his shoulders. Hwiyoung is still looking at Zuho who winks at him, “Go on baby, give him his early Christmas present,” He purrs, winking at you too when you briefly turn to look at him.

“Christmas present?” Hwiyoung scoffs in disbelief, gasping when your lips press against his neck in an attempt to calm him down, trailing up the sensitive, tanned skin as you breathe lightly.

Lifting your head away, you look at him deeply in the eyes, pouting, “You want this Christmas present don’t you, Youngie?” your words make him speechless as your play with the hair on the back of his head, smiling ear to ear when he nods slowly, looking at his best friend for the okay one last time.

“She’s all for you tonight, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Zuho asks, sipping his hot chocolate as he shuffles on the couch, getting comfortable, and ready for the show. 

Though very shy about it, Hwiyoung’s shy smile turns into something lustful, eyes turning dark when looking back at you, lips parting ready for yours to attach to them. 

The second your lips touch his, his body burns up, and his chest starts to rise and fall at a quickened pace as you lightly tug at his hair, making him groan into your mouth and you fully take it in and start to roll your hips on him. 

He slowly starts to lose control, in the mood with his hands roaming your body freely, falling to your hips, and giving them a tight squeeze. His lips never leave yours, addicted to you and your taste, tongue swiping your lip for permission to enter, gliding across yours when you allow.

“Isn’t she such a good kisser? My baby is perfection,” Zuho growls deeply, eyes on you like a hawk on its prey, loving every moment of this, more than he could honestly say. 

Pulling away to let him reply, you make a move back to his neck, bruising it slightly from the light biting and sucking on the skin, “She is... Fuck,” Hwiyoung hisses, nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips. 

A hand trails up your back, gliding under your hair to pull on it lightly, making your lips make a popping sound when pulling you off his neck. The smirk that he gives you sends shivers up your spine, both of you getting fully into it as you slide off his lap, moving down onto your knees before him as he spreads his legs slightly for you to fit between them. 

“She’s such a good girl,” He whispers, eyes glued onto yours as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, giving it one pump to cover it in his pre-cum, looking back at Zuho for permission to continue.

“She’s a very good girl, go ahead, princess. You’re in control,” Replying, Zuho’s eyes are still glued on you, same with Hwiyoungs, pulling down his bottoms to let his own cock spring free, to please himself whilst watching the show. 

Whilst Zuho’s hand strokes his own cock, hissing, you’re licking your lips, eyes still glued on Hwiyoung when you make a move to lick up his shaft, spitting on the tip. A grin grows on your face hearing him whimper, moving your hand up and down slowly, his eyes glued shut at the sensation. 

Then you take him into your mouth, bit by bit, tongue swirling around his length as the tip eventually hits the back of your throat. His thighs tense up from the feeling. His head spun from the euphoria he was feeling, hand back up in your hair, pulling it lightly to lift you up to push you back down on his cock, making you gag. 

“Fuck!” Hwiyoung moans out loud, the warm wet muscle of your mouth making his cock twitch within it, Zuho’s pace picks up to match the pace you were going at when sucking his best friend off, making him moan too.

In sync, the both of them hiss, “Her mouth is so perfect,” making you gag even more from hearing it, trying your best not to giggle but the vibrations from it make Hwiyoung whimper a little more, your tongue brushing over his tip making his head throw back.

Moments pass and Hwiyoung is completely falling apart from your lips being around his cock, edging closer and closer to his high, pulling on your hair a little harder, making you moan more. Addicted to the feeling, he continues to do it, seconds away from releasing from your moans on his cock. 

His eyes shoot wide open when you continue to use your mouth on him, even seconds after his release, his hot cum spilling down the back of your throat as you suck him dry and overstimulate him slightly. 

Pulling off him, you smirk and wipe your lips clean as he tries to gather himself together, panting from it. 

Looking back to see Zuho wasn’t done yet, you go to move to him next, kneeling before him but he stops you, “Don’t you think we should give him a little extra, princess?”.

Both of you looking back at the fucked out best friend, you nod, inviting him over to join you both on the couch as you spend the rest of the night giving him a Christmas present that he’ll never, ever forget. Even with the possibility to have the chance to experience this once again. 

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Zuho ✧ Perfect

✧ SF9 Zuho x reader ✧ words: ~1.9k ✧ genre: fluff, comfort in a way? ✧ prompt: “You know, if you’re not ready-” - “Let’s just - let’s just practice.” (from this list)

Desc.: You have been dating your boyfriend Juho for a while now. However, because you don’t have any prior dating experience, you’re feeling unsure about a lot of things - one of those is your first kiss.

You’re walking with your head slightly tilted down, eyes focused on the pavement in front of your feet as you take one step after the other. Your fingers are snaked around his, and you feel the warmth of his palm against yours. You’re on a shopping date in town, meaning today should be a happy day, but you can't help but feel the pressure looming over you and tugging at your shoulders. Juho raises your hand in his to point towards an accessory shop across the street. You know he can sense your discomfort, and that he’s probably attentively looking for things to cheer you up with, and though you’re thankful, you also feel a little sorry about the situation.

“That looks like they might have stuff you like!” he remarks calmly, while leaning his head a bit closer to yours. To a bystander it might look like he’s trying to make sure you can hear him over the noise of the people around you, but with the way he’s giving your hand a gentle squeeze along with his words, you have a hunch he just wants you to know that he’s there for you. 

You let him pull you along with him to the crosswalk, and after crossing the street you stroll a few meters back to reach the shop he pointed at. 

“Want to go in?” he asks, watching you closely as you start to observe the displays of the shop, searching for things that tickle your urge to spend some money. You nod eventually, and he opens the door for you, letting you enter the shop comfortably. You’re naturally drawn to some simple bracelets, each in a different color and with a small pearl or other kind of ornament attached to the string. Juho’s expression shifts from surprise to understanding, and he smiles when he stands next to you, letting his eyes scan the shelf you’re looking at. 

“You like simple things like these, don’t you?” he comments and you merely nod. In your mind you have already picked out your favourites, and are now trying to choose which one to get for yourself. Coincidentally, or maybe because he can read your interested gaze, he reaches out for one of those. “We can get one each,” he suggests. “Like couple bracelets.” 

“But are you okay with that?” you ask, and you lure a short laugh out of him.

“Why wouldn’t I be? We’re a couple after all.”

“Yes…” The bracelets had distracted you for a while, but now the pressure on your shoulders becomes noticeable again. Juho too seems to feel it, so he shoots you an encouraging smile. 

“So, do you like them? Or do you want to think about it again?” he asks, diverting your attention back to the bracelets. You give them another look, and suddenly it seems like they’re just perfect - maybe it’s because your boyfriend ended up choosing them for you. Either way, you nod.

“No, I like them.” You extend your hand to take one of them from him, but he doesn’t let you.

“I’m paying,” he simply states, getting ready to walk you to the register. 

“Are you sure…?” you ask, and he nods.

“Of course,” he adds, putting sincerity behind his words. 

The reason why you’re so uptight today is because of your last date - or more precisely, what happened at the end of it. Now, this is your first real relationship, so you’re nervous about a lot of things, even though you constantly try to tell yourself not to overthink. Juho knows about this, and even if you hadn’t told him it wouldn’t be hard to sense how worried you sometimes get. So, he always tries to make things as easy for you as possible, being thoughtful and making you feel comfortable in any way he can think of. It was probably you really feeling like you can relax in his presence that led to him leaning in for a goodbye kiss, but the regretful look on his face after you avoided his touch still makes you feel all kinds of bad. You know you shouldn’t let this affect you so much, you were simply startled, and probably not ready for it, and that’s okay. But still, the circling doubts in your head wouldn’t stop ever since that day. 

“Do you want to put it on right away?” Juho’s question tears you out of your head for a while. You’re in the process of walking out of the shop and he’s holding up the cutely decorated paper bag you got from the shop to store your purchase in. 

“Sure.” You answer and the two of you come to a halt on the side of the street. He takes one of the bracelets out of its packaging and holds it out to you, to which you raise your arm. You let him carefully put it around your wrist and adjust the length for you, making sure it fits just right so you won’t lose it, but that it also doesn’t cut into your skin. You enjoy the way he focuses on you like this for a while, and the way his knuckles accidentally - or maybe not as accidentally as he makes you think - brush against the skin on your hand wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. When he unwraps the second bracelet, you take it away from him before he can simply slip his own hand through it.

“I’ll do it for you,” you mumble, and with a thankful expression on his face he lets you put it on for him. 

Your shopping date eventually comes to an end when the both of you are starting to feel hungry and he offers to cook the two of you a quick meal at his place. You remember the first time you two went to a restaurant together and somehow the food ended up being anything but good, so you eventually left still hungry and he made you some ramen at his place. Even though it was such a simple dish, it seemed like the most delicious meal you’ve ever had, so from then on you preferred having his food over eating out or ordering something when the two of you are together. 

You’re sitting on the couch in his flat, occupying yourself with entertaining his cats while waiting for him to finish cooking. You offered to help him out, but he insisted on letting him do the work, as there wasn’t much to do anyway according to him, so you ended up playing with the felines instead. After a simple but tasty dinner, some fried rice with a “special seasoning” that he refuses to tell you the recipe to, you feel full and content.

“Thanks for the food anyway,” you say. “But one day you really have to teach me how to make this!”

“I will, I will,” he assures. When he reaches out for your hand, possibly to put some emphasis on his promise, he suddenly gasps. As he wraps his fingers around your arm to lift it up, you see what made him so shocked. When you were playing with the cats earlier, one of them must’ve gotten their paw caught on your bracelet, as it’s about to fall off. Juho quickly fixes it for you, seeming more relieved than you are about it not being torn, and then he shoots his cats a glare across the room.

“It was one of you, wasn’t it?” he interrogates them, as if they would give him an answer. He lets out an exasperated sigh. “No… this isn’t right. You shouldn’t treat a guest like this!” Your boyfriend is about to get up from his spot on the sofa, when you stop him, an amused smile on your face.

“They’re not gonna listen to you anyway, Juho,” you tell him. From the way he only lets the tension in his body go after several seconds of reconsidering you can tell that it’s hard for him to accept the harsh truth. You put your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, and a moment later he reaches out for it again to check the bracelet thoroughly one more time. You lean in as well, so you can have a good look too, and after confirming that it still looks just like when you bought it a few hours ago, you lift your head, planning to appease him. However, your words just won’t come out when you realize how close your faces are to each other now. And he too seems to be aware of it, as his facial expression softens once he makes eye contact with you. You quickly but slightly turn your head the other way when you notice his gaze dropping further down to your lips.

“Sorry…” he immediately mutters, but you shake your head in response.

“No, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be like this,” you answer. You can feel him reaching out for both your hands now, placing them in between the two of you and covering them with his huge palms. 

“Don’t say that. You know, if you’re not ready-”

“Let’s just-... let’s just practice,” you eventually suggest, shooting him a regretful look.

“Don’t force yourself, Y/N,” he says, picking up one of his hands to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I… I guess I’m just scared because I’ve never… kissed anyone and… I don’t know how to go about things…” you stammer, and your voice fails you when you feel him tracing your jawline with his fingertip, until your chin is placed lightly between his thumb and index finger. 

“Are you sure?” Juho asks one more time, and you force yourself to nod, despite the way you’re getting nervous to the point you feel like your chest is about to burst. You shut your eyes tightly, but when you feel his lips merely brushing against yours for no longer than a second, you suddenly feel the tension leaving your body. Your clenched up facial expression relaxes, and so do your shoulders, your fists, and your heels that you had unconsciously lifted up off the floor of his living room. You feel him kiss you again once he’s sure you’re feeling alright with what he’s doing, and somehow it’s surprisingly easy for you to fall into his slow but careful rhythm. The warm feeling that comes up so often when you’re with him arises in your chest again. You feel taken care of, and you let yourself fall into his touch, trusting his lead and the way he holds you after pulling you closer. Your lips part eventually, and you open your eyes a little delayed, only to find your boyfriend already smiling fondly at you.

“Was that alright?” he asks. You can’t form words quickly enough to answer, so you just nod and throw your arms around his broad shoulders, burying your face in his neck. You can feel him exhale warm air on your skin when he lets out a short laugh. “I’m glad,” he says.

“I’m sorry this took so lo-” you attempt to apologize, but he simply shushes you, cutting you off. He puts his hands onto your shoulders to bring some distance between the two of you, so he can look at your face properly.

“Don’t be,” he whispers. “It was perfect the way it was to me.” Your words reassure him, and you give him a smile, before he pulls you close so you can rest your head on his chest.

“For me too,” you state. “It was perfect for me too.”

[sanghyukstattoos]

SF9: sexual expressions

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

Youngbin:

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.

Inseong:

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.

Jaeyoon:

Regal Jaeyoon

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.

Yoo Taeyang:

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.

Chani:

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.''.

[faes-land]

Sitting At Home - Zuho

Look at me, I’m on a posting roll! I have some other fics that I’m going to post soon! Anyway, Zuho is the love of my life and I had fun writing this! 

Pairings: Zuho X Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,066

Warnings: None!

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You and Juho sat in the one-bedroom apartment you shared together. You recently moved in with each other, and you were still trying to figure out what to do with the new place and the new neighborhood.

You had decided that you weren't going to go out tonight since you’ve been going out almost every night, and it was raining. When you moved, you wanted to explore the town as best you could without getting lost. Even when you two did get lost, you still had fun with each other.

Juho was looking into your eyes that he always got lost in with a smile on his face. He loved you, and every time he was with you, it felt like you two were somewhere else entirely. To him, it was like you were in Paris, Rome, or somewhere extravagant like that. Even when you were just sitting at home. He could never imagine his life without you. You made him feel like he could be anywhere at any moment; the love he had for you was euphoric. 

Your hands were on his chest as you laughed and kissed each other. You looked at him with adoring eyes as he kissed your hand softly. You loved the feeling of his lips on your skin, and all you wanted was him.

You looked at your surroundings, which was nothing very extreme, but it was nice and cozy. Just the couch you were sitting on, a coffee table in front of you, a window next to the couch, dark hardwood floors, and the apartment was dimly lit since you had yet to go shopping for more lamps. The place wasn't perfect, but it was homey and just what the two of you needed.

To you, it felt like you weren't in your apartment. No, it was as if you were in another place or country. The world was all around you, and you enjoyed every second of it. Sure, you would travel to different places with him, but there was something about just sitting at home with him.

You soon heard a loud noise in the middle of the night, and you jumped into Juho’s arms. You began to laugh when you realized it was only thunder outside. Who knew the thunder would start so soon? He laughed along with you and kissed the top of your head. “I always forget that you’re afraid of thunder,” he chuckled. 

You sat snuggled up next to each other, and as you looked up into his brown eyes that were like windows into his soul, you saw the man that you were madly in love with. You knew you loved him, but when you looked at him this time, something felt different. You weren’t sure what, but you liked it.

He met your gaze and he also felt something different this time. You meant the absolute world to him, and without you, he wouldn't know what to do. He'd never fallen for anyone like you before, and he loved every little detail about you. Henadw sure to let you know it every day too.

You and Juho had been together for almost a year, and every kiss and every touch felt like the first time. When you first met, it was as if no one and nothing else mattered. Juho never thought he would ever meet someone like you, but meeting you changed his life for the better. You take his breath away every time he sees you. He asked himself how he got so lucky to be with someone as beautiful as you. 

When Juho falls for someone, he falls hard. He was never ashamed to tell you how he felt, but he was quite shy in asking you out. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen; he couldn't take his eyes off you. He was so nervous that he had to ask his friend Taeyang to introduce you two. 

Ever since he first saw you, he knew he wanted you to be his. After a while, he finally got you, and he never wants to let you go.

You had always liked Juho and wanted to be with him, but he never said anything at first. It confused you since he was always so straightforward about everything else with you when you were friends.

The two of you stayed silent, but it didn't last very long. Juho decided he would break the ice and say, "Love?" You always melted when he called you that. Whenever he said it, you would get butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks would start to burn up.

"Yes, Juho?" You blinked a few times as his eyes bore into your own.

His arms were still tightly around you as he said, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You have no idea how much I love and adore you, Y/N. I can't believe I can actually be with you, and say that you're mine. Whenever I see you smile, my heart swells up and I fall in love with you even more. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without you; I love you. More than you’ll ever know." Every single word that came out of his mouth was true, and he needed you to know that.

You couldn't hold back a tear after he finished saying that to you. Each word that he said to you made you once again realize why you loved him so deeply. He wiped away a tear from your cheek before you said, "I don't know what to say to you. I just know that I feel the same way and that I never want to be with anyone else but you. I love you so much, Ju.” 

He didn't even think, he just pressed his lips against yours and you shared the most loving and passionate kiss between you. He loved how your lips fit so perfectly with his own, and he wants to be attached to you like this forever. He's happy he said all of that to you, and so are you. This night couldn’t have been any better.

As the night went on, you and Juho had moved to your bedroom. That’s where you and him shared one of the most magical nights you’d ever had together. There’s nothing like sitting at home with Juho.

[tobesensation-9]

‘Stay Close’ (Any of the 9 x Reader)

Because smut for some reason, helps me get my creative spark back. (Also this is my second time writing this because my laptop hates me for some reason and just deleted the wonderful original masterpiece.) 

Genre: Smut (Cock warming turned into sensual sex.) 

Synopsis: The two of you decide to try cock warming for the first time. 

Oh off days. They were wonderful treasures that many people took for granted, or didn’t, depending on how you viewed it. One either enjoy the precious joy of an off day and spent it doing more work. But there are also those who spent them doing things that ultimately wouldn’t benefit them, like being coach potatoes. 

The perfect off days were the days where you can just be with your partner. It didn’t matter what the two of you did together, whether that be streaming shows, cooking, bike riding, or fixing up your herb garden, it was amazing. 

Pitter-patters fill the room as you walk back to the bed after having showered. You threw on some underwear and on of his t-shirts as you craddled yourself back into the bed, leaning back up against him like how you did last night. 

You thought he was sleep until you feel him snake his arms from behind you and pulls you close to him, craddling his face in your neck. 

He takes a deep breath, taking in the smell of you. He loved the smell of you, the lavender vanilla scent that never seemed to escape you. That could never escape him because it was engrained into his mind. Breathing out he sighs out a grumbled “Jagi,” into your neck. The softness of his lips along with the tingling from his breathing tickles your neck. 

“What,” you giggle. “Let’s try something.” 

Whenever the two of you wanted to try something, and didn’t voluntarily explain further without hearing a response, you had an idea of what it was. 

“Try what?” 

He starts to gently kiss your neck and caress your thighs at your question. “When I put it in, I have to stay still. Do you think we can do it?” 

“Cock warming?” 

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to try for a little while now.” 

He then gently starts to suck and tug the end of your ear lobe. He slips his head down back to your neck and spreads more kisses. With this alone you start to breathe heavily unraveling at his movements. 

With how he was making you feel, you didn’t see how you the two of you were going to do this and not move at all. 

Using his hands to move one of your legs up, bending it to give him better access to your heat, he starts to strip the few articles of clothing that separates the two of you. 

Before the two of you even started, the intensity was already too unbearable. Once he frees himself, you move your hand back to guide him into you. As he glides in, both of you sigh out a moan. When all the way in, he wraps his arms around you tighter than he had before. Whilst you use one hand grab onto to his t-shirt and the other to hold one of the arms that holds you. Lying there the two of you try your best to not move. But as each second went by, the harder it was to not want to move. 

Even the subtle movement of your breaths had become teasing friction that made the two of you want to move. It was subtle, it was enough to make twitch inside of you. Which your body immediately and involuntarily responds to with a clench and thats when you knew, you couldn’t stay still. 

Right as you gently start to push back against him, he just as gently rocks into you. The both of you moaning together and being able to breathe. But the gentle rocking quickly but gradually turn into tender pounding that leaves you without being able to find a voice to moan. Pound after pound, thrust after thrust, the both of you were unraveling, coming to a close. 

Shudders take over your body as you melt into bed, falling away from earth. 

Once the two of you come back to your senses, you giggle. “I knew we wouldn’t be able to stay still.” He giggles back in response to you has you both get comfortable and ready to fall back to sleep. 

[divinefireangel]

Teddy Bear

I would die for him 🥺

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: I'm back with my 2nd SF9 Imagine🥳. It's a shorty like me lol. I hope you like it!!

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: Fluff. Just cute Juho. Very short. You have been warned. All ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader).

"Nyu haff tuf stuff doin thath" Juho said in exasperation.

"But look so cute like that though. Like my own little teddy bear." Y/N grinned in response.

Removing Y/N's hands off his face, "I am not a cute teddy bear. I am strong bear who fights creatures of the forest."

"My cutie teddy bear! " Y/N exclaimed pinching Juho's cheeks and started to kiss him repeatedly. Kissing his forehead, his perfect nose, his plumpy cheeks, his temples, his eyebrows, his eyelids, the space between his eyebrows, the front of his cheeks....

"Stop! " Juho said giggling like a child. "Okay! I admit that I am your teddy bear. Happy?"

"Very" Smiling, Y/N leaned in and kissed his soft, full lips that melted perfectly like they were a piece of one. Pulling Y/N even closer Juho deepened the kiss yet keeping it as sweet as he is.

Fuck me 😭🥺

[kpophours]

boyfriend!Zuho

fem. reader | fluff, no warnings | 782 words

ok, so - while Zuho is an extrovert and makes friends quite easily, he can be very shy too

meaning you‘ve been friends for a very long time but never anything more... speak about mutual pining

but he always smiles really brightly whenever he talks about you, and everyone just knows he‘s smitten

so either you (have to) make the first move or one of your mutual friends has finally had enough and sets you two up, and everyone is just like IT WAS ABOUT TIME

Zuho is a very soft and affectionate boyfriend

in public, he won’t be extremely clingy, but he still wants to be close to you. so hand holding is a must, he also likes to back-hug you or to leave a soft kiss on your forehead / temple from time to time

at home though, he will be your personal koala

even clings to you in his sleep, and always buries his nose in your hair, claims all the stress and anxiety immediately leave his body whenever he‘s surrounded by your scent

chill dates, rarely something flashy - takes you to his favorite coffee shops, shows you tiny record stores, takes you to street food festivals, and hosts game nights with friends (he often loses, but as long as everyone has fun, he‘s cool with that)

weekly movie marathons, but nothing scary because he simply cannot stand horror movies; he‘s a big admirer of Ghibli and has watched every movie at least twice Kiki is his fave because of her cat

tries to cook for you after you‘ve had a long, tiring day, but he‘s a mess in the kitchen, so you often just end up ordering food

gets better over time though, and soon, you leave almost all the cooking to him

loves baking with you and somehow always ends up with flour on his face. whines that he wants to taste the batter, and at first, you just playfully swat his hands away - but then you see how his eyes shine with almost childish happiness, so you finally let him he‘s just too cute

he loves cats, so he’s definitely going to adopt an almost unreasonable amount, calls them your children yes you’re a mom now

always talks in a soft, loving voice to them, and his hands are often full of scratches, because sometimes, his furry children just had enough of his affection

sings almost 24/7, and especially whenever he‘s showering, he also dances while cooking and often randomly grabs your hands to twirl you around

shows you every song he writes and asks for your honest opinion, takes what you say very seriously

writes a love song for you on your first anniversary which makes you cry, and is super worried at first WHY ARE YOU CRYING OMG I‘M SO SORRY PLEASE DONT CRY but when you kiss him passionately to express your feelings, he gets super flustered and giggly and quickly buries his face in your neck

always gets shy and flustered and super giggly whenever you compliment him

simple gesture to show his love and appreciation: brings back your favorite snack(s) whenever he goes grocery shopping, always finds the smoothest pebbles or most beautiful shells for the growing collection on your window sill, brings you a hot water bottle whenever you‘re cold, makes a cup of calming tea when you can’t fall asleep

sometimes he just randomly smiles when he looks at you. his eyes sparkle, his cheeks are slightly flushed and all the angles and edges of his face melt away. he’s just so happy and thankful to have you in his life - and even after years of dating, he still can’t believe he‘s lucky enough to be your boyfriend he‘s just so IN LOVE

stays up late with you whenever you have a project for school or work to finish. he works on new songs while you try to finish your project, sometimes glances at you to make sure you‘re not too tired already. brings you snacks and hot coffee, nuzzles your nose to see you smile.

he‘s a great listener. loves hearing you talk about your passions and always encourages you to tell him literally anything and everything. never gets bored of you, and you know he‘d never judge you for anything. he‘s your rock and biggest support, always

generally just so sweet, soft, supportive and loving. he‘s not just your boyfriend but also your best friend. he’s never afraid to show his love and affection for you

together, you’re that chill but always fun and happy couple everyone aspires to be

all in all just a wonderful, healthy and stable relationship with a 10/10 boyfriend

[masterlist] | [requests] 

[saltys-writings]

[SF9 - Zuho] Sleepy

Fluff

Words: ~800

Prompt: 2. “You should sleep.” - “I’m not human. Therefore I do not require sleep.” (from this list)

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It’s late Friday night, and after a long day of work you came over to Juho’s studio to have dinner with him and watch a movie together that you both have been wanting to watch for a while. You ordered take-out food and then made yourselves comfortable, with Huru curling up in your lap and refusing to leave while you were giving him some ear-scratches - good ones apparently, because he wouldn’t stop purring for quite a while. 

However, no matter how much energy the food gave you or how interesting the movie was, you couldn’t help your eyelids from falling shut over and over again, and when Juho noticed how you were dozing off while leaning against his shoulder, he just giggled and put his arm around you, holding you close.

The movie comes to an end eventually, and you sigh while the credits roll, crawling up from the floor and taking Juho’s hand, attempting to pull him towards the bed to fall asleep together.

“What are you doing?” he laughs, and you wordlessly point to the comfortable mattress. When he seems to realize what you’re up to, a regretful expression appears on his face and he knits his eyebrows.

“Sorry… I still have work to do,” he points to his computer and you let go of his hand. “The company wants me to finish this song by tomorrow...”

“Fine,” you say, too tired to argue, and without showing much emotion due to your fatigue. “Then go finish it.”

“I’m really sorry. I don’t have much left, and…”

“Juho,” you call out to him. “It’s really okay. I understand.” Though he still doesn’t seem happy with the outcome, as he shoots you an apologetic smile, he places a quick kiss on your forehead before turning around and getting to work. You drop to his bed with a sigh and curl up right next to the wall, but somehow it feels empty without him there. So instead of sleeping, you pull out your phone and scroll through social media, as that will keep your tired mind from falling asleep, at least for now.

Distracting yourself only goes so far though, and soon almost two hours have passed. When you look over to the computer you find Juho’s back turned to you, and him staring at the screen in concentration, still editing and tweaking the song he’s working on. You call out his name, and watch him slightly jolt in surprise.

“I thought you were asleep…” he whispers, probably more to himself than to you.

“You should sleep. Do you know what time it is?” you say.

“Well I’m not the tired one here,” he answers, and you could swear you just saw him suppress a yawn. “Also you seem to forget that I’m not human. Therefore I do not require sleep.”

“Well what are you then?” you ask back, hoping he won’t keep resisting further, because you can feel how much your body craves to just fall asleep already. He spins around in his chair fully before picking up Huru, who just passed him by and responds.

“I’m a kitty. Meow!” You sigh.

“You’re an idiot, that’s what you are…” you say. Watching as Huru frees himself by biting his dad, and the latter letting out a pained noise in turn, you give up and just let your head fall face first into the pillow. Taking in the scent of it, a mixture between fabric softener and Juho’s smell, you start mumbling to yourself, though you’re secretly hoping he’d hear you.

“And I wanted to fall asleep together… this day was just too much.” You close your eyes, just lying there and feeling the exhaustion take the better of you, when you suddenly hear footsteps walking over to you, and you feel a weight by your side on the mattress shortly after. Wordlessly, Juho lies down next to you, slipping under the covers with you, and you feel his hand starting to brush back your hair. That’s when you open your eyes to the now fully dark room. “But… your song?” you whisper.

“It’ll be fine,” he responds, his voice low and deep. “It probably won’t get any better than this anyway.” He pulls you closer and presses his lips against your forehead, this time for a little longer, and you enjoy the fluttering feeling in your heart from having him so close to you. He lets you bury your face in his chest, so you can feel his calming heartbeat as he starts drawing mindless patterns on your back and your upper arm.

“I’m sorry you had to wait,” he whispers, “I should’ve chosen you over my work.”

“What are you saying?” A tired laugh escapes you and you shake your head, moving just a little closer to him to feel his warmth embrace you fully. “It’s fine,” you assure, smiling to yourself. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

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[kpoprunsmylifenow]

Am I that Bad?

Zuho x Reader

Angst

Summary: When your boyfriend lined you up with an audition as a back up dancer, you thought everything was starting to look up.

A/N: This was so hard to write bc Zuho is my sweet bean.

“Stop making me look bad.” Zuho said quietly as you walked out of the practice room.

“What are you talking about?” You looked at him incredulously.

“A lot of the dancers have said that you’re falling behind in the auditions.” He glared at you. “I can’t date someone that’s not going to put their 100% into this line of work.” And he stomped off, scoffing under his breath.

You stood there, frozen in shock at what he just said. It was true that you’d been having some issues with the steps the choreographer had made, but you’d been working so hard to perfect them. You’d even got a compliment from one of the senior dancers today. You thought everything was going well.

[sanghyukstattoos]

SF9's reaction: first time over at theirs, accidentally leak

Warnings: mentions of blood, medicine (tablets)

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

Safe and happy reading everyone!

Youngbin:

Partly anxious, partly thinks he knows what to do

He has a vague idea of what he should do, it presents itself to his decisions in the form of a solution but he isn't sure, is it what he is supposed to do? Suppose you have been asleep when he found out about your period, he will softly climb back into bed and wake you up. He'll hold you as and when you wake up and he finds it important to cuddle you all day long, even when he suggests that you watch something to distract yourself. He'll try to engage you in doing something like cooking as well but when he see that it doesn't work, he'll tell you that it's okay and pull you to the sofa where the two of you will spend the time either watching the tv or not but in each other's arms. You may go on a walk because he insists on getting fresh air and it's reliving, to feel the wind breeze through your hair, away from the growing stuffiness of staying indoors all day long.

Inseong:

''Oh, she must be in pain, what do I do?''

He may wake up because of your whimpers and heated body (you feel warm to the touch, much more than usual) so he wakes you up, giving you a detailed report of the blood stains and your probably high body temperature. He's freaking out which is cute before you sigh. The previous evening you felt your pms but when would it actually come? That was your question. Nevertheless, he leaves you to freshen up and takes the sheets for cleaning. He has some tricks up his sleeve; he knows that to do. When you come out, maybe hug him from the pain, his heart will squeeze like a towel filled with water, he'll press kisses on your face and give you gently words of support, ''You're doing so well. You want to lay down? I'll lay down with you, come.'' as he tugs you along. If you feel more active, he'll try his best to cook, as in, he'll give in his ultimate best. Extra effort so that you can eat food at home rather than from outside, it will taste good in the end because he would have followed the recipe and it's measurements to the t. Shining eyes should be following your movements when you taste his food, anxiously waiting for your response. Should you feed him, he'll melt, like a marshmallow. He loves you that much.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon's a sweet heart

He'll ask you, ''Are you cramping?''. His voice is soft, almost down to a whisper. It draws you closer to him. You nod, pout whilst holding your lower tummy. You feel uncomfortable standing because of the pain, he knows it and draws you into his arms, holding you steady on your feet. He gives you little kisses on the cheek, teasing out giggles from you. He'll cook for you, maybe pancakes or avocado with fried eggs on toasted bread, whatever you want + as long as he is capable of making it, he may even surprise you! When you are eating, he'll give you company, his chin will rest in the palms of his hand and he'll give you this look where his eyes shine and the pads of his fingers drum on his cheek. He'll melt if you feed him, into a puddle his true form has been summoned. He'll make you smile, partly because of his cheeky jokes but also partly because of his own smile, lit cheeks that resemble a baking bun. He'll tell you not to apologise for the stained sheets, kissing your concern away. He'll join heads with you and figure out to do with it. The rest of the day, he'll spend it with you by taking you into his arms. Be prepared, fluff! passionate-driven! domestic husband! Jaeyoon is out to cuddle you!

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

🥺🥺

He may wake up to your groans of pain, too disorientated at first to comprehend that you may be pms-ing so he'll go back to sleep. When he wakes up later on, the first thing he may say is, ''Shit.'', biting his lip but not yet thinking of a solution. He'll first check up on you, to see if you are still asleep or not. If you are, he'll let you you be and sit back with his mouth agape, wondering how this could happen. This may go on for some moments. He doesn't have even half the heart to wake up but if he has to, he will. When you curl up into a foetal ball, his heart will break. After you refresh, he'll rush to sort out a hot bag for you and maybe some tea and cuddle with you on the sofa till you begin to feel hungry (he may wait for when you are ready to make breakfast!). It's because he loves eating and so he'll love to see his significant other too. He knows that you enjoy what you are eating and that makes him happy, so he'll wait!

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Luxurious level Rowoon 💸💸💸

You may already be up when he wakes up. ''Oh!?!?'' is his voice when he looks at the lil' crime scene you left. You didn't stress about it okay maybe a little but decided to deal with it when he woke up. O-O is his facial expression. He can't believe his eyes. He's scared, he may never be able to un-see it again, ever. To bad for him, slightly better for you. You are already refreshed and not feeling to great, drained even before the day has begun but he's not asking anything, only how you are feeling. You settle in the seat beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, he greets you with a kiss back, discussing about your plans for the day. ''About the sheets'', ''It's okay'' he says, noticing your apologetic face, ''We'll throw them out'', ''Okay~ they are your sheets'' you laugh. Otherwise, if he wants to make love to you, your period may briefly hinder his thoughts but not by much, especially if you agree. He undress you in the shower and kiss you all over, to relieve the soreness of your body and fill you up. He would be okay to cock warm, to sit there with you on his lap and talk to you, giggle and laugh with you, occasionally cutting you off by giving you love-bites and sucking your nipples, nipping the area around them, if you find yourself comfortable with cock warming.

Zuho I Baek Juho:

Home-man Ju, never-leaving-his-cats Ju

But for you, it'll happen. You may have not brought pads or tampons with you because your schedule is hay-wire. If no and you have some then problem solved but if not, he'll leave you with a hot bag and run to the nearest store to buy you some pads. He'll hurry, knowing that you are in pain so he'll even say to his cats before he goes, ''Be good and take care of y/n for me okay?''. You have half a mind to chuckle at this adorable behaviour. In his pyjamas and slippers, he'll walk out, coming back with pads/tampons and food! Food! What's not there to love about this man? He'll bring your favourite snacks, putting them on a plate while you freshen up. If you borrow his clothes, you'll take his breath away. He'll put something on to watch or go out, like an amusement park or food stalls or wherever you would love to go. He wants you to feel better.

Yoo Taeyang:

Shocked or master level response

The first would be more appropriate for this man no? But I can't also help but think that he would see you in pain and move quickly. Without thinking of a plan or immediate solution, he would try to use what he has, a resourceful character is my point. He may rummage through the kitchen and medicine cabinets, standing there for two to three minutes, pondering over what he could use. He is quick to find a heat bag and warm it up, perhaps a wet towel that he thinks he will come back to and tablets for your pain. No doubt that his once blurry eyes and tired mind have disappeared to the back, your peacefulness of mind and sleep becomes his first priority. He takes you to the toilet and while you hazily strip off your clothes, he warms up the water and fills the tub with it. While you soak, cleaning yourself up, he lets you be, giving you the space you need to take a while and gather your peace of mind. There's a lot he would do for you. In the morning, he would cook for you and take you out. Later in the afternoon, you'll fall asleep together and in the evening, if you both are in the mood, he'll be willing to try and ease your cramps with releases. He's someone to be grateful for.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Shy, to the bone

You knock on his door, ''Kyun?'', ''hm? You okay?'', he is curious. ''Yea, I'm going to the store and coming back.'', ''It's pitch black outside, I'll come with you.'', ''okay'', it's dangerous outside, anyone could be there. Just left the complex, he asks, ''What do you need?'', ''Tampons'', ''oh.'', he's flustered now. The tips of his ears turn pink and his cheeks- he can't resist them from going upwards. After scratching the tip of his ear, he asks, ''Does it hurt?'', ''hm, I can feel it, it's hurts a little but later it may hurt a lot.'', ''As in, unbearably?'', ''Yea and I think that I may have already leaked.''. ''Shit'' he murmurs, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, ''If you want, you could go home and I could get them?'', he asks, in all seriousness. He doesn't contemplate that he's never done this before but he could, for you. ''It's okay, I think I can make it. Plus, you won't know what to get.'', ''Call me, ''Are you sure about this?'', ''Absolutely, I'll drop you off and then I'll pick them up, do you want something to eat?''. The endeavours make you smile, now you are at the front of his house, ''Anything is okay with me.'' to which he chuckles. He knows what you want, ''So some snacks?'', in a teasing manner. He moves closer to you. It's a pause from the outside world, cupping your face entirely in his hands, he kisses your cheek. You softly gasp, slipping into his grasp when he lets go. You could smell his shampoo and the way he lingered, he's already telling you, ''Go up, I'll come to you.'' having you shake you head and tell him, ''thank you.''. As he begins to walk, he resists turning back and pulling you into a kiss driven by heat-blinding passion.

I guarantee that the kiss doesn't happen for sometime but when it does, you end up making soft love under the covers. He starts with mapping out kisses along your body + he loves how you touch him when he kisses you.

Chani:

Loving and admirable

When he sees you in pain, he hurts too, expressed as a pout or frown, tugging your hand and asking if you are okay. He wants to make your pain go away. He may be doing some work on his laptop, he'll hold you in his arms with your head on his chest and you softly snoring away. It'll make him smile, after all you were woken up so early in the morning by your cramps, waking him up to a few hours later to find that you made breakfast. It depends on who wakes up, one or the other makes breakfast after a long competition of seeing who can sleep the longest. He feels grateful and he tells you that, before saying that you shouldn't have when you felt this much pain and that he was okay with eating outside food. You have to smile and place a finger to his mouth to prevent his nagging from chewing your ears off and give him a little kiss and then immediately pull him for cuddles. Complain about how you are in pain and he will melt like a lolly on a hot summer day and instantly cuddle you, hovering over your figure that he placed on the sofa and tease you, maybe by feeling your waist to your neck to a small make-out session. It'll be automatic for him to compliment you and shower you with love, easily embracing you and kissing you to tell you that he loves you.

[shiningfantasystar]

Habits

Juho x reader Drabble

Word count: 716

Genre: fluff, comfort

Warnings: none!

-some bad habits, you just have to work through together-

-

“Go to sleep” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

You woke up in the middle of the night, to your blanket being half kicked off you, and with the lack of his body next to you, you knew what it meant.

He only hummed in response, continuing working on his computer. He wasn’t ignoring you, you knew that, but he was ignoring his own health, overworking himself. Frustrated, you pulled his chair away from his desk, earning a mildly frustrated mumble from Juho, and before he could pull himself back you crawled on his lap facing him. His features made your heart lurch, his eyes were dilated accompanied with dark circles, his face was puffed up and had a clear red mark where he was leaning.

“I will babe, I just need to finish this song-“ he mumbled, trying to look over your shoulder at the screen.

“Jesus, Juho it’s 4am. Knowing you, you left bed the second I fell asleep. You can’t keep overworking yourself like this.” You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you, his eyes widened slightly when he saw your pained expression.

“Babe, what about when you punish yourself?” He inquired eyeing you warily, no doubt caused by the wave of tiredness that hit him.

“Juho- this isn’t about me, your health-“

“No Y/n, this is just as much about you as it is about me.” He interrupted you, pulling his slim finger up to your lips, indicating for you to stay silent.

A flicker of determination lit up his tired eyes, Juho kept his thoughts on your habits silent, but he was worried.

“Do you think I don’t notice how often you beat yourself up over the tiniest mistakes? And the severity of the punishments you give yourself- Babe, it’s not good for you. You constantly push yourself to be better and better, the mental stress you’ve been causing yourself, it’s not healthy”.

His words pierced an arrow through your heart, he was right, deep down you knew you were too hard on yourself, but you could never accept it. The stress, which had an evident impact on your body, Juho saw all of it. He didn’t want to seem pushy, but both of you had to tackle your bad habits. You burst into tears, you were in no position to scold him and you did, in such a double standard way.

“Y/N, babe” he cooed, pushing your hair behind your ear and wrapping you against his body.

He stroked your body and reached behind you to save his work and power off his computer. You were glad he was clingy, he made you feel loved and appreciated when you couldn’t love yourself.

“Babe, see? You are under too much stress. How about tomorrow we have a day just to ourselves?”

“But you have dance practice, the boys-“ you whimpered against his chest.

“I can miss one day, I’ll let Youngbin know, and then both of us shut our phones off for the day.” You pondered his offer, wondering if it would be selfish to accept, before nodding silently.

“And babe- before you think you are being selfish, I want to spend the day with you. With my wonderful Y/N.” You didn’t question how he knew exactly what you were thinking, when it came to you, Juho was an expert, he could read you like an open book.

“Don’t think I forgot about you staying up ungodly late” you pouted trying to be strict, but it sounded more like a soft wail through your strained vocal chords. He chuckled gently kissing your cheek.

“If you promise treat yourself gently, I promise to go to sleep at 1am the latest.”

“Juho that’s not a fair deal” You squinted at him.

“It’s fair, and with time, both of us will work through it~”

Your body felt heavier, calling to be back in bed, too tired to argue further you agreed, grabbing Juhos collar as insurance that he was following. You slipped under the covers and Juho’s long arms instantly snaked around your figure. You rested your head on his chest, wrapping your own limbs around him.

For a while, you listened to his breathing, before he broke the silence: “goodnight babe.”

“Goodnight” you replied, closing your eyes.

[seokwooinspace]

Request: drunk!Zuho confession

Request: Can I get a Zuho imagine where he gets drunk during a movie night and confesses to you? Thank you!

Word count: 1,029

Rating: T

Pairing: Zuho/Reader

You are standing at the door of the apartment ready to knock, however, you are unsure on how to act during the night. The question of whether you and Zuho are just friends, or if there is a possibility of something more floating around your head as it had been all through the journey here.

Your friendship had been a pleasant surprise as he had caught you on the bus one morning and saved you from falling and hitting your head, however nothing saved you from the heart ache of liking the suave and unassuming man. From that moment onward, your lives intertwined; you saw him everywhere.

Eventually, one morning, you met in a local coffee shop and sat down together. You talked for what felt like hours about many things, such as all your heartbreaks or all his failings at becoming a top rapper. Sadly, you were both ripped away from each other because of work. However, you both exchanged numbers.

Now here you are, three months later with sexual tension that could warm the temperatures of the Antarctic, yet nothing had happened. You were both too awkward to initiate anything, but tonight is the night.

You finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door. Zuho gave you no time to prepare for his stunning looks as he opened the door straight away. It was a casual, staying-at-home look yet you were blown away.

“Hey Y/N!” He grinned at you, forcing you to come back to reality.

“Hi Zuho.” You grinned back at him, resisting the urge to wrap him into a hug because of his fluffy hair.

“Hey you two! You know you’ve both been staring at each other for three minutes straight now, right?” Rowoon shouted from his spot on the couch. He smirked at their stunned faces until Chani smacked him in the back of his head with a hiss of “dumbass!”.

Zuho scoffed at his remark but gave you a knowing smile. He gestured for you to go ahead of him and into the sitting room and as soon as you entered there was a chorus of greetings from all of Zuho’s, and now your, friends.

Eventually everyone settled down and began to watch the film; Zuho sitting beside you on the floor with Jaeyoon and Inseong on the other side while the others squashed each other on the couch.

Every so often, Zuho would go to the kitchen to fetch snacks and beers and when he came back he would sit closer and closer to you. Soon the two of you were touching from head-to-toe; so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath whenever he laughed at the film. It was becoming a bit intoxicating.

However, you also felt overwhelmed and claustrophobic, because you wanted to be closer but that wasn’t on the cards. The next time he knocked against you, you shot straight up from where you were sitting and fled to the kitchen.

You got yourself a glass of water and several moments later Zuho entered the kitchen looking slightly stressed.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He studied you with a worried gaze.

You put the glass on the counter and took a deep breath, still agonising over whether you should confess or not.

“I’m okay Zuho, I was just too hot is all.” You gave him a small smile, hoping it would clear the worry from his face.

He, contrary to what you thought he’d do, walks up to you and puts his hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner.

“Y/N. Just because I’m saying this while I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m not serious about it okay? So,” he pauses. “I’ve liked you for quite some time now, but I haven’t been able to find the courage to tell you. I hope you won’t think of me differently because of it…” He stared into your eyes before looking away, obviously embarrassed and realising the gravity of what he had just said.  

He began to pull away from you to leave the kitchen before you tugged him back and kissed him full on the lips. Your nerves had hit their peak, but actions speak louder than words, right?

For a second you were worried he wouldn’t reciprocate, that the kiss would be left stale, to hang in the air, but then he placed his hands on your hips and backed you against the fridge.

The kiss turned from sweet to scandalous in three seconds, your hands were in his hair and tugging lightly which he eagerly moaned at, egging you on.

Zuho was close to lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, however an interruption came in the form of cheering and you and Zuho stepped apart in admonishment.

Dawon was the first to speak out of the crowd that had migrated from the living room, “Congrats you two! You just won me the bet!” He grinned devilishly at the others who had mock expressions of distaste on their faces, discounting Rowoon who had a look of scorn.

“Was I left out of another bet?!” The indignation on his face would have been upsetting if he didn’t immediately start chasing after Dawon to stop the other from making faces at him. The others laughed in exasperation at the two, while following them out of the kitchen.

Taeyang, being the last to leave, shot Zuho a grin and a wink, which caused Zuho to turn an attractive shade of pink and to stare down at his shoes.

When the two of you were alone again, you slowly took his hand and smiled at him.

“Well, I’m not sure if you guessed by the kiss, but I like you too Zuho.” You told him, not wanting to leave it unsaid.

Zuho grinned at you and took your other hand in his, “Let’s go on a date. I want to bring you to a nice restaurant, and give you an amazing time that you deserve, unlike all those other jerks you’ve been with.”

With a brighter smile, you replied, “Sounds perfect.” Before giving him a peck on his cheek and leading him back into the living room.

A/N: Thank you so much @ericka-childers01 for the request! I hope you like it! :)