#FantasyLibrary

[limeandorange]

✨ The Day Court ✨ A Court that thrived on knowledge. Where the libraries are not just buildings, but temples — towering monuments to stories, to memory, to magic.

The pillars hold up the sky. The streets weave like words on a page. And between marble facades and sun-baked stone lies the heartbeat of a court built on wisdom.

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[visionproductions2008]

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[saltys-writings]

SF9 Reaction to you being cuddly when you’re tired

SF9 all members x reader

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Youngbin:

Would genuinely not know what to do with you when you snuggle up to him sleepily for the very first time. He’d just be so shocked and flustered that he might even flinch back simply because he’s so surprised. With time he will get used to this part of yours, and he will come to like it quite a bit, secretly looking forward to your cuddle sessions right before bed. And sometimes when you fall asleep on his lap out on the couch, he would pick you up gently and carry you to bed, where he would make sure you’re warm and comfortable.

Inseong:

When you put your head on his chest, about to fall asleep right then and there, he’s surprised more than anything. It will take him a few seconds to register what’s going on, and then he will put his arms around you, brush your hair out of your face and ask if you want to go to sleep. Will immediately stop doing what he was busy with when you nod, and go to bed with you, where you can snuggle up to him and get comfortable in his arms as he holds you close. And sometimes he will sing you a little song as a lullaby too.

Jaeyoon:

Loves any kind of attention he gets from you - especially physical. So he would also love this little habit of yours and embrace it fully. I think he’s one to love picking you up and sitting you down on his lap when you want to cuddle while you’re tired, so that you can curl up while leaning against his chest and listening to his calming heartbeat. He would also have one of his hands gently patting your head, and the other holding you in place securely, while he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear and watch you slowly drift off to sleep on top of him.

Dawon:

He’d love the sudden attention but is very bad at expressing it. So when you crawl up to him before sleeping one night and cling to him sleepily, he will acknowledge it with a giggle and then put his arms around you to hold you close, leaving you no chance to escape - though that wasn’t your plan anyway. He would ruffle through your hair and lightly pinch your cheeks and the look on his face as he does so would make it very apparent how absolutely love-struck he is because of you. Will also shower you in little kisses everywhere to make you laugh too, and only stop when you finally fell asleep in his hold.

Zuho:

Aside from the fact that he’d most likely get just as cuddly when he’s tired, he loves any kind of affection he can get from you. So it wouldn’t be a big deal for him when you snuggle up to him, about to fall asleep. He would embrace you and attack the top of your head and everywhere on your face he can reach with little pecks and kisses. His heart would probably beat like crazy though, but at the same time having you near would calm him down, so that eventually you would end up falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Rowoon:

Flustered and tries to play it cool, but he can’t keep his true feelings from showing on his face. He’ll just put his arm around you as you snuggle up to him and let out a huge yawn, but as soon as your eyelids fell shut he will find himself staring at your cute face and getting lost in your innocent expression. When you open your eyes again he will look away, and you can see the tips of his ears getting red. Snuggle up to him more closely and give him some time, he will get used to this soon, and as soon as he has accepted that he simply cannot stop his heart from almost beating out of his chest in this situation, he will wrap his body around yours and hold you tight.

Taeyang:

Just like Rowoon, he will probably be a bit awkward as well in the beginning, but a bright smile will light up his face soon enough when you sleepily hug him out of nowhere. Will coo over you and hold you close. “Are you tired, baby?” he’ll ask, even though the answer is obvious. He’ll find it adorable how you nod at his question and chuckle to himself, so you can feel the vibrations through his chest. “Then let’s go to bed,” he’ll suggest and lead you there - or carry you there if you’re unwilling to budge. Will make sure you’re comfortable in bed and let you fall asleep in his arms.

Hwiyoung:

Shy about it but he secretly loves having you close to him, and being able to hold your body near his to feel your warmth and your weight on his chest. He loves having you snuggle up to him at any time, but finds it especially cute when you do so in a half asleep state. Seeing you like this, he can’t help but feel that he wants to protect you at all cost, so he will make sure to wrap you into a warm blanket and not leave your side until you’re fast asleep. By morning he will still be there, holding you, ready to wish you a good morning with a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

Chani:

When you lie down by his side and put your arms around him with your eyes closed, he’d ask what you’re doing. “Are you that tired? It’s not even midnight yet,” he’ll comment and laugh at how cute you are in this state. Will make sure to pat your head and play with your hair while returning his focus to what he was originally doing. When you tug at his sleeve and ask him to go to sleep together, he might hesitate, but will give in eventually and after placing a kiss on your forehead he will get up, holding you, and lead you to your bedroom.

[causeimthesupernovaa]

Home

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• Hwiyoung + Reader

• Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

• Words: 954

• Warnings: emotionally abusive parents

Summary: you receive a surprise midnight visit from your boyfriend and take care of him till morning.

You scrolled your feed one last time and put your phone away, tucking yourself in bed. The covers were warm and nice and you sighed in content, sleep rapidly approaching you.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock in the room and you opened your eyes startled. There was a shadow in the window.

At first, you thought about screaming, but you didn't. Instead, you got up and got close to the glass. You sighted in relieve and opened the tall window.

"What the hell are you doing here at this hour, Youngkyun?"

Your boyfriend sniffed.

"Can I come in?"

You pressed your lips together, noticing for the first time the tears in his eyes. You wasted no time then.

"Of course!"

You helped him get in and then closed the window again. You took him by the hand, making him sit on your bed, you by his side.

"Did something happen, Young?"

He sniffed again, looking away.

"They've done it again, Y/N."

You froze. You knew very well how Youngkyun's parents could be harsh, even mean to him. You took his hand in yours, holding it tightly.

"What happened?"

"They... they've said I'm a waste of space. Useless. That if I wasn't born they'd be in much better shape," the boy shook his head. "That they could've even been able to own a decent house if I wasn't there to ruin their lives," tears were running down his face nonstop and you could do nothing but look. Your heart felt like ripping apart.

"Youngkyun," you said. "Look at me," he did, his eyes visibly moist even in the dim light. You took his face in your hands. "You are important. You are special. You are worth it. Do you get it?" he tried looking away once more, but you didn't let his face go. "Don't let them get to you," you said, your voice a little softer now.

"It's just... it's so hard!"

"I know, I know," you let your fingers run through his eyes, drying them little by little. "They're unhappy, you know? But not because of you," you told him. "Your parents are miserable because of their own decisions and you've got nothing to do with that."

"I'm not sure about that..."

"Young," you got closer to him, your faces now only a few inches apart. "Think about the people you've met outside of your house. Think about all your friends, everybody who loves you, me included. We love you because you deserve to be loved, uh?" you pressed a delicate kiss in each of his crying eyes. "You do. You are amazing and I wouldn't want any one else to be by my side other them you."

Youngkyun started crying even more, but this time it was different. He really did seem to get how wonderful of a human being he was, how much he was loved by you and all your friends. He hugged you tightly and you did the same in return, giving him little pats in the back every few seconds.

"It's alright, it's alright."

You have no idea how many minutes you spent in that position, but at the end you were both calmer and warmer in each other companies. After a long time, Youngkyun let go of you and sat with his back against the wall.

"Come here," he said.

You let a small smile spread in your face and did as he said, sitting between his legs and letting your back rest against his chest. He kissed you briefly on the lips and put his arms around you.

"Thank you for always being here for me."

You looked up, sleepness threatening to take you away any time.

"I'm the one who has to thank you for having you in my life."

Your boyfriend chuckled, eyelids feeling as heavy as yours.

"Let's just agree to us both thankful."

You smiled and looked at him for the last time before closing your eyes for good.

"Alright then. Let's agree to that."

The sound of the door opening made you whimper. You didn't want to wake up, you were just too comfortable for that.

"Y/N, did you see the... what the hell?!"

You opened your eyes, seeing your mom at the door.

"I don't-" you stopped mid-sentence, remembering that Youngkyun was still with you. "Oh," you nudged him slightly and he woke up as well.

Hearing the commotion, your father and younger sister ran into the room, expressions as confused as your mother's at seeing the boy in your bed.

"Guys," you chuckled lightly. "This is my boyfriend, Youngkyun."

You explained the situation to your parents and twenty minutes later you were all having breakfast at the kitchen. To be honest, your parents knew you had a boyfriend, but they've never really taken it seriously. They've always thought it was just a silly high school romance with no real seriousness at all. Well, looking at the way you and Youngkyun looked and took care of each other, they seemed to have changed their mind now.

"You can come whenever you like," your father told your boyfriend.

"Yeah," your mom agreed. "Think of here as your home."

"Thank you so much," he answered shyly and when he looked back at you, you smiled. Without words, you told him this place was in fact his home. He chuckled. "You are."

The smile you gave him in return was so large you thought the corners of your mouths could rip apart. And you didn't care one bit.

"What did you say?" your mother asked.

"Don't worry about it," you told her with a grin and kept eating.

Under the table, though, Youngkyun's fingers were intertwined with yours.

[kpophours]

sf9 - inseong x fem. reader | fluff, married couple + pregnancy au, 488 words

The first rays of pale morning light are slowly beginning to creep through the window of your bedroom, but you decide to ignore them for now. You just snuggle deeper into your husband’s embrace, eyes half-lidded and body still heavy with sleep. Inseong’s arms tighten around you, and he murmurs something unintelligible, hovering somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. You turn around, still in his arms, and press a gentle kiss right under his chin. Immediately, a soft smile tugs on his lips, and he opens his eyes, pools of dim copper in the dark room. “Morning, my love.”, he murmurs, voice hoarse and still laced with sleep. You only murmur a soft Morning in return, and nuzzle his nose. His hands slip under your shirt to gently run his fingers over your soft, warm skin, making you shiver and close your eyes in quiet bliss. “And good morning to our little one, too.”, Inseong says softly, one of his hands sliding over your waist to rest on the swell of your stomach - barely there yet, but holding the thing most precious to both you and Inseong. Your heart skips a beat at his gentle voice, filled with so much adoration and awe. Inseong sits up so he can press his lips on your round, solid tummy. It tickles, and you can’t suppress the giggle bubbling from your lips. Inseong locks eyes with you, the corner of his mouth curling into a loving smile. “Your mommy looks very pretty so early in the morning, you know?”, he whispers in a hushed voice, lips still close to your tummy, “But then again, she looks very pretty no matter the time of day - even with the bird’s nest on top of her head right now.” You shoot him a playful glare while trying to flatten your admittedly bad case of bed hair. Inseong chuckles, before leaving another gentle kiss on your stomach. “We can’t wait until you’re finally here, little one - only a few months left. And there’s just one thing I wish for: please, please inherit my voice. I love your mommy, but she should be glad our shower can’t criticize her singing abilities.” You huff and roll your eyes at Inseong’s teasing, beginning to gently run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair. He sighs in bliss, and closes his eyes for a few seconds. “Mhm, you‘ll hopefully get her talents in the kitchen though. But either way, I already know you’ll be the most perfect thing in the entire universe, my little darling.” You clear your throat, desperately trying to blink away the tears now gathering in your eyes - hormones. Inseong presses a last, firm kiss on your tummy, before leaning towards you to brush his lips against yours. “Waffles for breakfast?”, he then asks quietly, and you just nod, grasping his hand and following him downstairs.

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[zuholymama]

Thanks For The Meal (M)

Pairing: Chani x Female OC

Warnings: Smut, profanity, creampie

Word count: 3217

How Chani and Gatya start their morning after months of long distance relationship because of the pandemic.

The morning light that shone through the curtain finally won against Gatya’s heavily shut eyelids. She fluttered her eyes open, trying to make focus of her vision. She stretched her body out of habit, groaning loudly as her first greeting towards the world. Her attention then went to the digital clock on her bed side, trying to see how long had she slept since the early morning.

“Huh… 11? No way.” She furrowed her eyebrows in disbelieve.

The woman then turned around to see the other side of the bed, trying to check if the man she spent the night with was there.

It was empty.

“Chan…?” She mumbled in confusion. It was unusual for that guy to be awake ahead of her. Chani had always been a heavy sleeper. Everyone, not just her, always needed an extra effort just to pull him out of his dreamland. Otherwise you basically spoke with a rock. Because of that fact alone, his absence made Gatya feel a bit restless.

Suddenly, that feeling quickly dissipated when she heard the sound of water running from inside of the bath room.

“Chani?” Gatya called out his name aloud.

“Yeah?” The missing man answered back in the same manner. His deep voice sounded grumbled like he was gargling but it still managed to bring the worried woman a short euphoria.

Gatya brought her feet onto the cold vinyl floor. The cool sensation managed to help waking her up better as her body shivered lightly in response. She walked, albeit sore, towards the dresser table to pick up her black cheeky underwear and wearing it. Noticing the wide mirror in front of her, her reflection brought attention toward her collarbone. The sun light made it very clear to see the love bites she received from last night. They were dangerously close towards her neck, close enough to peek through any shirt’s collar.

“Why does he always mark me there? I’ll have to conceal them again, geez…” Gatya clicked her tongue, annoyed with her boyfriend’s habit. As her lover, Chani was the borderline possessive type. There was a time when Chani embarrassed her by giving a hickey right on her neck when they were outside. It was after a kinky public teasing under a dining table. It was fun, it’s not like she despised him but poor girl didn’t bring a concealer so she had to ask him to buy a scarf for her.

Feeling cold due to being completely bare, Gatya took her lover’s oversized white tee to wear. His favorite HMNS XY perfume penetrated her nose, hugging her entire body close. The scent still hadn’t gone away after last night.

She then walked towards the bathroom, finding Chani standing by the sink only in his black Nike short. He was busy brushing his teeth, didn’t bother to look at her way. His muscled back was glowing under the spot light, painted in contrast of the shadows between the folds of his skin. Despite of corona, Chani never left the gym. He said working out was one of the few things that helped keeping him sane. Including her, of course.

Without saying anything, Gatya walked closer to give him a back hug. She rested her face on top of his skin, closing her eyes in comfort.

“Good morning, Chani.” she whispered sweetly before giving a tender kiss on top of his back.

“Morning, Gatya.” Chani replied casually. “Wait a sec, I’m brushing my teeth.”

“It’s okay. I’m just hugging you.”

A few seconds later, Chani lightly tapped on her arm, telling her to let him go because he wanted to wash his mouth. She let go of him, albeit reluctant. Looking at him made her want to do the same. The sink in the bathroom was wide enough to fit them both standing together, so she moved away to his side then took her own tooth brush.

After Gatya was done, she took the red hairband near the soap and tied her hair for a messy updo. The moment when she revealed her nape, it instantly stirred Chani more than he’d appreciate. He was getting easily weak against the temptation. Well, who could blame him? He hadn’t seen her for a long time.

After giving his face a quick splash to fully open his droopy eyes, Chani turned away from the mirror and rested his hip against the table. He watched his partner doing her own thing while effortlessly looking… distracting.

Messy hair, his shirt that looked too big on her, and bare thighs? A view he had missed for the past three months.

“Gat.”

“Hmm?

“Come here.”

It was easy for Chani to get her standing in front of him. When she was there standing close, he saw that playful smile formed on her face. Her big eyes looking up adorably at the taller man, just like a little puppy who wanted attention.

“What is it, baby?” she sweetly whispered.

Before he got too lost in her brown eyes, Chani brought her closer by grabbing her ass and crashed his mouth on hers. He didn’t want any space between them. He wanted to be closer to her, even closer than last night. He wanted to reclaim everything about her, make her struggle under his skin again, make that honey-like voice calling out his name for the countless time that day.

He didn’t had enough.

“Come here.”

“Mmh…” Gatya groaned helplessly under his attack. She completely surrendered any control. When Chani decided to get her legs apart with his knee, Gatya swung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. The kiss was slow and passionate like they both had the whole time in the world. Her hips moved uncontrollably against his thigh to create friction against her folds. His mouth didn’t stop to ravish her, forcing his tongue in to make more mess out of her.

Chani’s big hands slipped inside of her shirt, touching her sides to feel the heat that was radiating off her smooth skin. He slowly moved up to cup her supple breasts, kneading them as his thumbs played with her nipples. It successfully delivered the moan out of her that she had to break away the kiss. Chani grinned in victory. He couldn’t help but to bite his lip seeing how easy it was to unravel his woman.

“Huh—Wait! Kang Chani!”

Didn’t bother to get her permission, Chani princess-carried his girlfriend out of the bathroom towards the bed. He put her down gently and then positioned himself between her legs. She looked clearer here, under the natural sunlight that flashed through the windows. Chani could see her brown disheveled hair glowing, the lights on her eyes showing his hovering reflection, her charming smile still etched just for him.

Gatya’s laugh slowly dissipated when she saw him started undressing her, leaving the girl only in her underwear.

“You look beautiful...” the man lowly whispered as he gazed upon the Goddess under him. He was in awe with the marks he made on her skin. They were all rightfully on their place. She was his and Chani wanted to get that point across.

“You too, Chani.” Gatya warmly smiled as she brought her hands up to cup her young lover’s face. This handsome man who was two years younger than her but tend to be wiser, calmer, he used to be her junior at campus. Two years dating him and she hadn’t fallen out of love. He always made her feel special, just like now.

Chani didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure whether it was her face or his brain that was distracting his train of thoughts. He didn’t know how to return her compliment other than dipping his face into her neck, pampering wet kisses on top of her warm skin. His hand sneaked down to rub on the sole fabric she wore, trying to excite her.

“Ah… Chan…” she lowly whispered his name.

Her reaction was what he wanted to see. Knowing he was on the right track, Chani slipped his hand under her panties to touch her directly. He immediately heard a sharp gasp coming out of her. Smirking without her knowing, Chani brought his lips upward towards her earlobe, biting and whispering sweet things as his thick fingers got busy with her dripping entrance.

“You’re getting wet,” his husky voice whispered besides her ear, “should I put one in?”

“Please…”

Chani chuckled, he really liked how her pretty lips pleading him. She wanted him as much as he did and it boosted his ego.

“No. I’ll do something better.”

After giving a soft peck on her cheek, Chani slowly went down to kiss the middle of her chest, then her stomach, making her squirm under his soft touch, until he reached down towards her fabric. He could smell the strong arousal coming out of there, making his own pants started feeling tight. But Chani didn’t want to succumb to his desire right away. He wanted to have fun, make this morning they shared together after months of being apart to start in a good way.

He then sat back up to pull away her panties, revealing her shaven wet pussy. She didn’t need that anymore.

Knowing what he was going to do, Gatya’s gaping folds were twitching in anticipation. Her tits were moving up and down, breathing heavily due to being excited to feel the upcoming pleasure. Chani then circled his arms around her thighs, locking her not to get away. He then started to kiss her hardened clit, teasing the bud with his tongue. Gatya jolted the moment his tongue touched her. The way he expertly licking her slicked folds, how his tongue went inside of her, he made her head spin a thousand time. She couldn’t handle the overwhelming sensation. Chani didn’t give her any mercy. Every time she moved her hip, the muscular man kept locking her in place, not giving her a chance to fight back.

She was his breakfast and there’s no way he was letting his food to act up.

“Ch-Chani—Sto—Ahn!” Her pleading was only responded with a deep grunt. Chani pulled away his hand to start fingering her insides as his tongue was busy with licking her bud. The whole stimulation made her grip on his wavy hair for she couldn’t think about what to hold into anymore. She was a moaning mess. Her toes curled up under the pressure he was giving her, slowly building up her climax.

“I—I’m gonna—” Gatya warned between her ragged breath.

Chani answered with a groan accompanied with a faster pump of his fingers on her G-spot. His tongue didn’t stop twirling around her clit until finally he could feel her juices started coming out into his mouth. Chani hummed in satisfaction, proud of what he’s done.

“You minx.” Chani chuckled in amusement.

The grip on his hair weakened as soon as she came. He rose up from his position, looking at how unraveled his Goddess was as he cleaned his chin with the back of his hand.

Her sweaty skin glistened, her cheeks were clearly rosy, her perked up mounds waiting to be tended. The bulge on his pants was clearly visible from her point of view. It was getting painful not to be set free. Then Gatya made it worse.

She brought her feet to rub on his bulge, teasing him over the fabric.

“What are you waiting for?” Gatya smirked like the ‘minx’ he thought she was, “You’re going to be late for your class if you don’t hurry.”

Chani scoffed, amused with her taunt. “Fuck the class.”

He wouldn’t let anything get in his way for this moment.

Chani started to reach on the band of his shorts, taking it off to let his cock sprung free. He saw her eyes glinted in anticipation, gulping to brace herself for what’s coming.

He positioned himself near her entrance, rubbing the head on it to wet himself up. The friction brought shiver down his spine. Ah… he couldn’t wait any longer.

“So impatient…” Chani grinned between their kiss. His woman was enthusiastic and that’s hella sexy for him.

“You’re more important to attend.” He said before proceeding to get himself slowly inside of her warm hole. They both immediately moaned in unison, finally complete in each other’s embrace.

Gatya thought she was in cloud nine. She felt so full and warm. Her head was only filled with him inside of her. She wouldn’t care if she made him late for his class. There was no way she could stop. Her arms pulled him down for a deep kiss. Her hand nested comfortably between his brown locks, encouraging him not to stop ravishing her mouth. She started to move her hip out of desperation, her patience growing thin by the minute.

“Just do me already…”

Well, how could he say no to that.

“Be careful what you wished for, noona.”

“F-faster…!”

Chani started to move his hip, thrusting deep inside of her in an excruciatingly slow motion. The pulsating walls of hers squeezed him tight, making him shuddered. He wanted to make it last but with the way she was holding him? He wasn’t sure anymore.

His deep groan sent delicious shivers down her spine. Beads of sweat started to form around his face. Gatya’s moan didn’t shy away from anyone who could hear them. She kept saying his name like an enchantment, blessing them both in their sex euphoria. Chani started sucking on the patches of her hot skin, giving new marks on top of the faded ones. His big hand went down to grope her tits, kneading the soft flesh like his personal toys. He liked how she reacted towards his touch on her. Her arched back and high pitched moan was music to his ears.

“Hm…?” Chani sweetly hummed, “What did you say?”

The little devil was acting up again.

“Chani…” she started mewling.

How cute.

Chani brought his lips closer towards her ear for a whisper.

“Say please.”

Gatya’s breath started becoming erratic. Chani’s hand took its chance to come down towards her clit, rubbing circles on it to make her more desperate than she already was. She hated it when he acted like the little shit he usually was, but when it came to sex, Chani was the dominant brat. She didn’t have any choice but to satisfy his ego.

“P-please…”

“Louder.”

“Kang Chani—”

“I said louder.”

“Please!”

The man grinned. Another victory for today.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chani then sat back up to see his girlfriend clearly. He put his hands beside of her hips, gripping on her hard enough as a ‘lever’ for what he was about to do. He started thrusting faster inside of her, hard and unforgiving. He could see his glistened cock getting swallowed up by Gatya’s wet hole, arousing him even further than he already was. The way her supple tits jiggled up and down with each thrusts made him lose his mind. There was only Gatya and his desire to cum in his head.

“Fuck, baby…” Chani groaned when he felt her squeezing him tight, “You’re gonna make me cum soon if you do that…”

The woman didn’t do anything to lessen the ‘problem’. Instead, Gatya brought her hand to madly rub on her clit as he was fucking her drenched pussy to heighten up her own release. She also pinched her own nipple, giving him a show to amp up his desperation. Chani loved to see her play and she loved how he watched her. Because it was one of the rare moments where she could see his droopy eyes coming alive. Only for her.

“Shit.” the man cursed over her little solo play. How dare she? His breathing was getting uneven. “Get up here.”

Chani pulled Gatya’s hand to get her sitting on his lap. They both leaned towards each other for a lustful kiss, shoving each others tongue for dominance. Chani’s hands were firmly groping on her thick ass, slapping it once to thrice to make her mewl in pleasure. Gatya started to ride, pumping his cock to cum inside of her. She arched her back and rested her palms on the bed sheet, giving him access to suck on her tits. The sensation was overwhelming. When his hot tongue started twirling around her nipples, Gatya almost came. Chani had always been good with his tongue. There wasn’t a part of her body that hadn’t been touched by it.

“That’s it, keep going.” Chani encouraged her. If only Gatya could see the fucked-up look on her face right now, she would probably bury her face on the pillow for the whole day. “You feeling good? Where do you want me to cum, hm?”

“I-Inside, do it inside, Chan…”

“Again? Last night we—”

“I don’t fucking care just do it inside of me! I’m on pills!”

“…Fine. Turn around.”

Didn’t care to question his order, Gatya did as she was told like a good girl. With his ass now facing him, Chani put in his dick inside of her again, making her moan after feeling complete again. He then pulled both of her hands to the back, making her body arched towards the front with her bare tits facing the window. With this position, he could thrust inside of her deeper.

“Oh my God—!”

“Chani…! Chani, I’m gonna cum—”

The poor girl screamed when he started thrusting inside of her again with the same unforgiving pace. He fucked her hard and fast, desperate for a release. The zero control she had and how rough he was handling her just aroused her to no end. She loved feeling like she was his play thing, how humiliating this position was. If only there wasn’t any curtain on that window, she would be so completely bare to watch and helpless.

Just imagining that alone quickly brought her to her climax.

“Me too… Shit—”

With a loud groan, they both finally came undone. The inside of Gatya’s belly felt hot with Chani’s gushing cum mixed with her own juice. Her body spasm after she came, also shocked with the amount she was receiving. She could still fill him pumping inside of her, twitching until the last drop.

“Holy fuck…” Gatya cursed under her ragged breath. The strains of her brown hair were sticking around her face because of the sweats.

What a way to start her morning.

She slowly pulled out of him then lying back on the mattress. Panting heavily, Chani took his phone that was on the small table near his bed. He opened his camera to record his mess. The way her gaping entrance was spewing off his excessive cum, it looked sexier on his screen.

“Well, that’s a lot.” The guy commented with a chuckle, “Despite of how many times we did it last night, it’s still looking that thick, Gat.”

Chani moved his camera away from down there to her face. What he got was a pretty middle finger.

“How was it, baby? Say it to the camera.” The guy laughed over her reaction.

Gatya exhaled loudly before she rose up a bit with her elbows. With a cheeky smile, she looked straight at the phone.

“Thanks for the meal.”

Fin.

[cherishtaengs]

Zuho - Eyes

20. “Can you stop looking at me like that, I’m trying to think.”

Pairing: Zuho x Reader

Warning: Slight NSFW !

You flicked the pen against the page impatiently, stuck reading and rereading the same question over for the past 5 minutes. It was a bit hard to concentrate when you could feel the sharp gaze of a pair of eyes next to you.

“Can you stop looking at me like that,” you dropped the pen and sighed. “I’m trying to think.”

Juho slowly swept his eyes across your face and down your neck, stopping right at the neckline of your sweater before lifting them back to yours. He didn’t even have to say anything, just his eyes on you made the blood rush to your face.

“Then take a break,” Juho raised an eyebrow, lazily shifting his head so his chin was resting on his crossed arms. “Because I can’t look away.”

“Is it your neck?” you teased, frowning sympathetically. “Did you sleep wrong again?”

Juho straightened up, stretching himself in his chair. He tilted his head to the side and rubbed it, considering the thought as if there actually was some pain there. “If I say yes, will you give me a massage?”

You didn’t know what had gotten into Juho all of a sudden; the two of you were at his apartment, supposed to be studying, but it seemed that you were the only one who was even trying to concentrate. Usually, he was good with focusing on his assignments until they were finished, but Juho had been pretty zoned out tonight, alternating between taking quick naps and staring at you. Not that you minded the latter much; the way his keen eyes studied you made your pulse skip.

“If I say no will you let me study?” you retort, turning back to the problems in front of you. A part of you knew you really should get them done, but another part wanted to play along with Juho and tease him back. It could be fun to see how far you could go.

There was a moment of silence from Juho. While you tapped your pen against the paper again, your mind wasn’t fully on the problems. Of course you couldn’t focus, not with Juho’s half-lidded stare holding you hostage. Grip tightening on the pen, you glared at the paper, as if that would make the answers magically appear in your head; as much as you wanted to take a break, there was no way you’d be able to get back to the work if you stopped now.

“Juho, seriously,” you turned in your chair, exasperated at how unproductive this evening was turning out to be. “I can’t focus-”

Before you could finish your complaint, Juho was up and leaning in front of you. His arms caged you in, and you found his face only centimeters away from yours. A sly grin played on his lips, and his eyes were dark with mischief. You held your breath as they traced their way from your eyes and down to your lips, pausing at their destination almost hungrily.

“Why not?” He teased, voice soft and low. You let out a shaky breath, pen dropping to the floor. The corners of his mouth lifted in a devilish smirk; he was enjoying your flustered state.

“You’re… distracting me,” heat rushed to your cheeks and your fingers found his wrists, tightly gripping at his sleeves.

Juho shifted ever so slightly, but that small movement was enough to make his lips brush against your cheek and in turn, a heavy fluttering sensation settled against the pit of your stomach. “What about me is so distracting?”

The answer to that was so obvious, and he knew it too. He knew it was the way he looked at you, dark eyes sweeping over every inch of you that he could see and savoring the sight of you whenever he could. He knew you enjoyed it; he did it because he knew that just a glance from him could easily make a mess of your mind. Seeing you get so restless was satisfying enough for Juho.

“Your eyes-” as the words left you, you felt the soft pressure of Juho’s lips ghosting along your cheek. He left light butterfly kisses on your skin as he ventured down, pulling away after placing a soft kiss against the skin right below your jaw; you bit your lip at the sudden loss of his touch.

Juho lifted a hand to your face, tilting your chin up with a finger. “My eyes? Do you want a closer look?”

You nodded, school work completely forgotten on the table beside you. You were too caught up in Juho’s act to notice, or even care. His voice was the only thing you wanted to pay attention to, and your heart thundered in your chest as you realized that he was getting what he wanted.

Juho dropped his hand and stepped back, sitting down again on his chair across from you. He patted his thigh, and grinned; you knew the gesture meant more than just an invitation. “Well, come here.”

Your body moved in slow motion as the thoughts in your head all raced toward the same conclusion. You lowered yourself onto Juho’s lap and his hands slid up your thighs, resting at the curve of your hips. Your face burned at the closeness between you and Juho, still leaning closer when he flexed his thigh, a teasing gesture to snap you out of your thoughts.

“Jeeze, Juho,” you hissed as you felt his fingertips ghosting under your shirt and across your back. A slow grin lifted the corners of his lips, sharp teeth poking out from between them.

“What?” he pressed his palms flush against the small of your back and you felt their warmth spreading across your skin. “What’s wrong now?”

He got off on teasing the hell out of you, and he always had a grand time pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Nothing, you’re just…”

As your voice trailed off into a frustrated sigh, Juho pushed against your back, leaning your body into him. You lifted your hands to his shoulders to balance yourself. “Distracting?”

“Extremely,” you breathed out, lightly touching your forehead to his. Up close, his eyes were so much softer, following your every move with interest and memorizing every feature like he couldn’t risk ever forgetting the curves and planes of your face. You slipped your hands around his neck and curled your fingers into his hair, and he moved his from your waist to cup your face.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Juho muttered, eyes dropping to your lips. “Or are you just going to stare at me.”

This time, you let a grin stretch across your face. Juho was usually good at waiting for his turn but he seemed impatient tonight. And you were definitely okay with that; even though he rarely begged you for anything, just having him ask was enough for you. “I can’t look away.”

“Just for a little bit,” he rubbed his thumb across your jaw, voice low and husky.

He didn’t wait for a reply, just closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. The effect was immediate; your body was pushed flush against Juho’s, fingers gently pulling at his hair, and your lips worked heavily against each other.

In between kisses, you were aware of Juho’s hands traveling across your body, touching you like he couldn’t get enough of you as he deepened the kiss. Heat bloomed wherever his fingers touched you, and you only realized after a low groan left him that your hips had been rocking back and forth against him. Juho’s breath was warm against your already burning skin as he trailed his lips down from your mouth to your neck, holding you in place as you tipped your head back.

When you finally pulled away, Juho’s slightly swollen lips were pulled back in a satisfied grin. His cheeks and ears were flushed pink and you ran a finger softly across the lift of his cheekbones and down the side of his face, resting your hand against the side of his neck. His gaze was sharp and dark, boring into you as he caught his breath.

“Still want to finish that boring work?” he raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting mischievously.

You pretended to consider it for a moment, sweeping your eyes to the ceiling and humming. “I really should, it’s important.”

Juho shifted, thighs flexing under you again. “But do you want to?”

You returned his sly grin with one of your own, looping your arms around his neck. “Not at all.”

And the papers remained undisturbed as Juho stood up with you in his arms and headed toward the bed.

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Continuing work on the book book diorama, I've finished the floor and it's worked well. I cut a bunch of coffee stirrers into between 2-4 pieces and glued them down to the base using PVA glue. I was initially planning to make it even, but the stirrers themselves were of varying thickness and width so old and uneven it is.

I painted them in very watered down GW paint (doombull brown) and used a gel pen to add nails at the end of each panel.

So that's the bit that worked well. I then tried making bookcases out of craft lolly sticks and that didn't work so well, they warped in the watered down paint, so I'm going to leave them to dry and see if they can be saved.

My initial mock up of the idea so far. My thoughts:

- The floor looks good but a bit bare

- I'm thinking of putting a table in and/or a door on the back wall to break up the monotony.

- I need many more books

- Luminous pink is a terrible colour for a dragon (it was the resin I had left over)

- Given the amount of ambient light when I took the picture and the interior was still dark, I'm going to have to do some kind of lighting set up. Bugger.

[saltys-writings]

Dawon | First [M]

SF9 - Dawon

Smut, Fluff

Friends to Lovers AU

Warning: NSFW

Words: ~2.2k

Desc.: After being teased about your inexperience by your friends, you feel all kinds of bad and ashamed. And the only one who’s there to comfort you is your friend Sanghyuk, who is the exact opposite of you...

“You still haven’t had a boyfriend yet?” - “But you’ve been on dates before, right?” - “Didn’t you confess to someone a while back?” - “And you got turned down?” - “So you haven’t… you know… done it yet either?” - “You’re still a virgin...?”

The things they said to you are still ringing in your head as if it had been just a few hours ago. Frankly speaking, it hasn’t been long since your friends found out about your very dry love life and everyone decided to giggle about you not having any romantic or sexual experience. Honestly, it’s not like you don’t want to experience these things, but you’ve just never had the chance. People have just never been interested in you. And the fact that all your friends made you feel like being inexperienced is something shameful just feeds into your bad and embarrassed mood. Well, all of them except one.

You wouldn’t have expected Sanghyuk, the guy who’s been with more women than you can count on both your hands, to be the one to comfort you. He was the one who told everyone to shut up because it’s none of their business, and he’s the one in whose room you are right now, clutching a pillow he handed you tightly in your arms and on the verge of crying.

“Am I really the only one?” you ask, not looking at him directly. “Am I really the only one who hasn’t had sex yet at my age?”

“I’m sure there’s others too. You can’t be the only one,” he tries to assure you.

“But they’re sure acting like I am. I haven’t even properly seen a guy naked yet.”

“And that’s okay.”

“But I’m not okay with it!” you talk back. “It’s not like I don’t want to, I just…”

“You just…?” he repeats, a questioning expression on his face.

“…I don’t really… have someone to do those kinds of things with.” You bury your face in your pillow and you hear him sigh. The rustling of his blanket tells you he got up from where he was sitting and when you lift your head you see him kneeling down in front of you. Even though he can’t possibly know how it feels to be in your position, you find understanding in his eyes.

“It can’t be helped right now. Maybe you should just try to accept it and see if you can get a boyfriend sometime soon?” he suggests, but you shake your head. You know he’s right, but you’re tired of waiting. And an admittedly stupid idea just crossed your thoughts.

“Well what about you then?”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“You’ve slept with so many girls already, it doesn’t really matter if it’s one more or less, does it?” He looks at you in disbelief for a few seconds. Then he starts awkwardly laughing, scratching the back of his head.

“I mean… you’re probably right, but…”

“But? You don’t want me? I’m not attractive enough? I’m undateable even for you?” you scoff, your tone growing more bitter by the syllable.

“Th-that’s not it,” Sanghyuk stammers. “But I thought we’re just friends.”

“Well we are. But friends can do each other a favour, can’t they? I’m not telling you to be my boyfriend…” you say.

“Look,” he sighs, the air around him feeling serious all of a sudden, “I might make it seem like it, but sleeping with someone isn’t something you just do. I mean, sometimes it is, but it can be a pretty emotional experience, you know?”

“Your point being?”

“I mean…” he looks around the room, obviously at a loss for words. “I… can’t explain it to you. You’ll have to feel it for yourself to fully understand it.” You shoot him a prompting look. “What?” he asks, but you don’t answer, because you’re sure he already knows what you’re trying to convey. And when he sighs and continues speaking you’re certain he got your message. “Do you want me… to show you?”

You nod.

“Are you sure about this?”

You nod again.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, I want you to tell me right away.”

“Shut up and do it,” you say. With a slight worry in his eyes he nods, directing his attention to your lips. He puts his hand on yours while you’re still hugging the pillow, and you let him loosen your grip and relax your arms. Leading his hand up to your shoulder and behind your neck, he leans in to place a feathery kiss on your lips. Withdrawing an inch or two, he checks for your reaction, and when you close your eyes it takes but a second until you feel his soft lips on yours again, this time pressing them against your mouth with more force. A tingly sensation runs down your whole body, from your head to the tips of your toes, when his lips start moving on yours, and it doesn’t take long for you to join the rhythm and kiss him back. Soon enough, he pulls away to allow both of you to catch a breath.

“That was my first kiss,” you admit silently.

“Is it really okay for me to take that?” he responds, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Honestly, I stopped caring about that long ago. But…” you pause for a moment, “it was with someone I trust, so that’s nice I guess.” A smile appears on his face along with a slight blush on his cheeks, and he leans in again to give you another gentle kiss.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing in this position when his hands find their way under your shirt, soon pulling it over your head in one swift movement. If it’s with him, you realize you’re fine even if he touches places you’re secretly insecure about. Instead of worrying, you just enjoy the sensation of his fingertips against your warm skin, and his lips against your own. Before long, he picks you up off the floor to place you onto his bed, and before he gets in as well to hover over you, he pulls off his own shirt, giving you full view of his trained upper body and his tattoos that you’ve never really seen before up close. Straddling you under him and reconnecting your lips more hungrily than before, you put your hands on his chest and let them glide up to his shoulders and behind his neck, feeling his smooth skin on your palms. A moan escapes you when he starts nibbling on your lower lip, but that only seems to make him want more. You feel him running his hand down your upper body, from your chest to below your belly button and he sits up for a moment to undo the button on your jeans, helping you remove them. As soon as he starts closing the distance between you again, you reach for him and place your hands in his hair, pulling him towards you. It’s as if you’re already becoming addicted to his kisses, or his touch in general, because you squirm under him when his hand starts roaming your body once again, this time reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, and immediately making his way underneath it, to caress the sensitive skin on your breasts. Your lips part again and you feel a sense of deprivation, but soon a new kind of excitement overcomes you when he kisses his way down your throat, collarbones, and to your nipple. As he starts sucking on it, your moans become more frequent, and with his hands at the sides of your ribcage he keeps you in place. You bury your fingers deep in his hair, and when his name falls from your lips, he looks up at you for a moment. You wonder what’s going through his head in that exact second, but your thoughts are wiped away immediately when you feel the warmth of his tongue on your skin again. He soon switches to leaving kisses all over, finally kissing his way back up the side of your throat. He watches you intently as his fingertips brush over your body and along the insides of your thighs, and you whimper his name again. He kisses you in response, and when he breaks contact, you feel his fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. You reflexively press your thighs together.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, and nodding, you relax your body. He starts drawing circles over your clit and you press your eyes shut tightly, exhaling a shaky breath. It doesn’t take long until he slips his fingers under the thin fabric and pushes one of them inside of you effortlessly, then another one, while his thumb keeps massaging your clit. You hold onto his back and dig your nails into his skin, thinking you’ll lose your mind from this already, and you whine when he’s forced to remove his hand to slip off your underwear. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize you’re now lying under him completely naked, aroused, and with no kind of protection whatsoever. But looking into his warm eyes and feeling the way he gently takes care of you, you’re more than okay with that. He kisses the space between your breasts and switches up sucking and nibbling on your skin to leave a mark, working his way down until his tongue licks one swift path down your core. He moves onto playing with your clit using the tip of his tongue and the fast strokes make you moan again. Surprised by how loud you’ve suddenly become, you bite the back of your hand to avoid alerting anyone who might hear through the walls.

“You don’t have to be careful, Y/N. There’s nobody else home,” he assures you, adding while he pushes his fingers back inside you, “Let me hear your beautiful voice.” Obeying his wish, you moan with every movement of his, while your hands clutch the sheets beneath you tightly. It doesn’t take long until you feel your high building up, and as soon as he notices you holding your breath, he picks up speed gradually, and it takes only seconds until you cum, moaning his name loudly as you clench around his fingers. He waits for you to calm down a little until he takes them out and stares you right in the eyes while licking them clean, making you feel a bit embarrassed. Your own gaze wanders down his body and to the very visible bulge in his pants. Still out of breath, you sit up and open the button and zipper on them, but he takes a hold of your hands and you make eye contact for a moment, as if to check that you’re still okay with everything that’s happening. You press a kiss against his chest to tell him that you’re doing this because you want to, and he helps you remove both his pants and his boxers. Hovering over you again, he pushes your back into the mattress.

“Just relax,” he whispers, “and tell me if it hurts.” You nod, and after giving himself a few quick strokes, he pushes into you. You moan from the feeling, and he stops his movements right away, thinking you really are in pain.

“Go on, please,” you beg, sinking your nails into the skin on his shoulders and back. A fire lights up in his eyes, and he starts rolling his hips into yours slowly, but picking up the pace gradually. He starts leaving kisses in your neck, and his teeth graze you here and there. He reaches for your thighs to put your legs up around his waist, and the sensation of him repeatedly hitting just the right spot inside of you all of a sudden makes your head spin. You hold onto him tightly as you cum again, this time muffling your moans by burying your face in the crook of his neck, and not long after you can hear him cursing under his breath as he cums too. Collapsing next to you on the bed, he breathes heavily and waits for you to catch your breath as well. Then he leans over and kisses you again, just softly brushing his lips against yours.

“I love you,” he says, looking into your eyes.

“Do you say that to every girl you sleep with?” you ask teasingly and he shakes his head strongly.

“I only say it when I mean it.”

“Then why… didn’t you say something sooner?” you want to know. You put your arm around his upper body.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same about me… but I don’t feel like I can hide it any longer now,” he explains, averting his gaze. Sanghyuk’s cheeks burn up again and you close in on him, resting your head on his chest.

“Will you go out with me then?”

“Of course,” he answers without hesitation. You lift your head and place a peck on his lips that turns into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, with his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Then I’ll be yours,” you breathe after you part. “And thank you... for finally telling me.”

[causeimthesupernovaa]

Don't Hang Up

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Youngbin + Reader

• Genre: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending

• Words: 1.2k

• Warning: language

Summary: Youngbin is suddenly all cold to you for some reason, and you are determined to find out why and make things right once again.

"What's that, Y/N? Why all the hurry?" your sister asks laughing when you end up dropping your bag for the second time as you walk to the door.

"I have to go see Youngbin," you answer, hands picking up the bag once again.

"Your dear Binnie? You're addicted, you know," she teases.

You blush.

"Stop it. I don't even call him 'Binnie'..."

"Oh, you don't? You can't trick me, girl. You do call him that. I've heard you doing that enough times while you were speaking to him at odd hours."

"Hey! Do you eavesdrop my phone calls?"

She shrugs her shoulders.

"What can I do if I also stay awake till late and the walls are so thin?"

You are blushing a deep tone of red, but you decide pretending you aren't is a good idea.

"Anyways! I've gotta see Youngbin!"

"So you are really going to see him, huh?"

"Stop laughing! I will," you cross your arms across your chest. "Is that a crime?"

"In no way. Please, go see your Binnie," she smirks.

Shit.

"Yes, I will!"

You leave the house and enter your car, a smile lurking through your lips. Your sister could be a little annoying, but the teasing didn't bother you that much if you were being honest with yourself. No, it would be impossible. You have been just too happy the last couple of months to really care. Heck, you couldn't even remember a happiness bigger than the one you were living with everyday now.

You speed up, humming a feel good song as you navigate through the city streets. Soon, you put your phone on the speaker and call Youngbin. Silence.

Weird. He always picks up right away... You call him again, and he finally answers on your third or fourth try.

"Binnie, why didn't you answer?" you chuckle and smile to yourself. "Anyways, let's hang out today? I'm already on my—"

"Y/N," he cuts you, his voice tense. "Today is not a good day for that. Go back home," and then he hangs up.

What? Kim Youngbin never hangs up on anybody. Ever.

You dial his number again.

"What?!" he asks annoyed. "I'm in no humor to put up with you right now. Give me a fucking break!"

And then he hangs up again.

You come back home holding your tears. You are very, very hurt, but above all, you are confused. You have never seen Youngbin be rude to anyone before, let alone you. What was going on?

You enter the house being as silent as you can so not to bring any attention to yourself and lock yourself in your room. You pick your phone and dial Dawon's number, Youngbin's friend and also coworker.

"Hello, Y/N?" he says as he picks up.

"Hey, Dawon."

The phone goes silence for a few seconds.

"Are you alright? Your voice sounds shaky..."

"To be honest, I'm not, Dawon," you sight, trying to keep your voice stable this time. "Youngbin has just been weird. Do you know if anything is going on with him?"

"Oh," you hear him say, his tone not as bright as usual. "I know what it is."

"You do?!" you hold tight onto the phone, as if doing so is going to bring the answer sooner to you.

"Yeah," he confirms. "Today Youngbin hyung got fired, Y/N. Didn't he tell you?"

"F-Fired? He didn't say a word..."

Dawon sights.

"Yeah, he was. They substituted him with someone younger and with a 'fresher outlook'," he explains in a sad voice. "He wasn't the one who told me, though. It was all gossip. Everyone in the office would only talk about this this afternoon."

You look at the window with a frown in your face, thinking about how your boyfriend must be feeling right now.

"Thanks, Dawon. I'll figure something out."

In the next afternoon, you go to Youngbin's apartment and come in using the extra key he keeps under the rug. You are someone who absolutely sucks in the kitchen, but you think it is worth it trying to make a few sandwiches, right? At least you know you can't burn them.

The sun is already setting when you finally hear the door being opened. You go hide in the bedroom right away, peeking through the slightly opened door.

Youngbin enters the apartment wearing a suit, his expression tired. He has probably spent the whole day looking for a job, but you don't know with how much luck. You see him going to the joint kitchen and hold your breath. He makes a surprised face as he sees the sandwiches and the juice jar carefully organized over the white towel on the small wooden table.

"How—" he blinks confused, but doesn't take long to devour everything. Wow, he was probably very hungry. You wonder if he has even had lunch today.

The man goes to the bathroom and closes the door, and you hear the sound of water flowing a few moments after. You leave his room at this moment and go back to the kitchen, where you wait. It is almost torture having to sit still like that, but you do it.

When Youngbin finally emerges from the small corridor, he looks confused at the living room, and you wouldn't really expect something different. He is wearing the clothes you had separated and put over his bed, a comfortable set of sweatshirts and sweatpants. There's no way he's not weirded out by now.

You sight, afraid of his reaction, but you don't give yourself time to hesitate. You walk silently to him and hug him from behind.

"Binnie," you sweetly say to him.

"Ah!" he turns to you, expression completely shocked. "Y/N? What are you—"

You hug him again, this time facing him. You hold him tight, your arms around his waist.

"Don't say anything. I've came to cheer you up, okay?" you whisper to him and take a step back. "Go sit on the sofa. I'm going to make you some popcorn and—"

Youngbin pulls you by the waist to a warm hug.

"You don't say anything," he whispers softly. "Don't take care of me like you have done something wrong. You haven't. I have."

You say nothing. You simply didn't know how to answer.

Youngbin caresses your hair.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm the worst boyfriend ever."

"No, you were just stressed out that day, baby. That's it."

"That's no excuse, Y/N," he lets go of the hug and places his hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking deeply into yours. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for how I've treated you, for what I've said... Put up with you?! Never! You are not a burden, you're a blessing! And if anything, you are the one who has to put up with this idiotic me, the one who needs to have a break," once again, you hold him tight against you. "I-I love you, Y/N, and I don't want to ever lose you," he lets one of his hands touch your face. "Can you forgive me?"

You smile and delicately dry the tears in his eyes with your fingers.

"I already have."

Youngbin gives you a kiss on the forehead and intertwines your fingers together.

"What about we make that popcorn? I'll watch whatever movie you want."

You laugh, heart now beating lightly in your chest.

"Alright. But now that you've said it, you can't go back on your word, okay?"

He smiles and places an arm over your shoulders.

"I wouldn't dare."

[kpophours]

sf9 - jaeyoon x fem. reader | fluff, boyfriend au, 467 words

It’s finally here: graduation day. The day you have worked so long and so hard for - the endless and often stressful days of university are finally over while the future awaits you, maybe a bit uncertain but also full of new and exciting possibilities. You are currently standing in line with your smiling, giddy friends, waiting for your name to be called so you can go receive your certificate and shake the hands of some very important people. You have already spotted your family in the crowd, and know their proud smiles will forever be engraved in your mind, warming you from the inside and making you smile as well. When you finally receive your certificate, your mom’s camera captures this unique and special moment. The day is truly almost perfect - only one thing is amiss: sadly, your boyfriend hasn’t been able to come today. Jaeyoon had told you so a few weeks ago, apologizing profoundly and explaining that he had really tried his best to be able to attend the ceremony. You can’t help but be a bit disappointed about his absence, unable to suppress the teeny tiny feelings of melancholy and sadness blooming in your chest - even though you know you can just celebrate with him some other time. After sitting through way too many speeches, you soon feel exhaustion wash over you, beginning to bounce your legs restlessly until the ceremony is finally over. Afterwards, most graduates scatter around campus to take pictures and make some last memories while you go search for your parents. You finally spot them standing in the shade of a giant oak tree - but they’re not alone: a familiar person is standing beside them, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. Your eyes get round and big when you recognize your boyfriend, and you clasp both hands over your mouth to stifle a surprised squeal. Then, you’re already running towards him. Jaeyoon quickly opens his arms to catch you, and hugs you close to his chest, laughing in your ear. You pull back to give him a sweet kiss, and he smiles against your lips, nuzzling your nose. “How-... but you said- ... I don’t understand!”, you stutter breathlessly, and blink in confusion, eyes darting from his handsome face to your grinning parents and back again. Jaeyoon just smiles, showing off both dimples, and your heart skips a beat or two at the way his brown eyes catch the golden sunlight, melting into a soft caramel color. “I just knew I couldn’t miss my favorite girl’s graduation.”, he explains, honey voice gentle, and your smile widens even more. “Well, you just made this day so much more special, so thank you.”, you reply happily, and Jaeyoon just chuckles and gives you another soft, lingering kiss. “My pleasure, love.”

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[ukiyoexo]

13:14, KSW — rowoon takes another lick of his ice cream, a smile planted on his face before you point out the trail of melted cream running down the side of his cone. to which he responds with a panicked look and frantic twist to be able to attach his lips to the side of the treat. his silly antics only causing you to giggle.

hanging out with rowoon was fun, it always was. well apart from when he did something clumsy. like the day you first met and he spilled his coffee all over you, something rowoon still felt guilty about to this day. but you always forgave him quickly, his talkative personality and several hundred apologies making it hard for you to stay mad. and that’s what made you such good friends — although you would be lying if you said you didn’t sometimes wish you were more than that.

“got it!” rowoon chuckled, pulling the ice cream away from his face as it looked proudly at the clean edges. your attention instead being directed to the dollop of ice cream almost perfectly placed on the tip of his nose. “what?” rowoon frowns expectantly, watching your eyes scan his face in amusement.

“hold still.” you murmur in response, leaning forward so that there’s only a couple inches between you and your friend. your finger slowly wiping across his nose to remove the mess.

once clean, you can’t help but stay where you are for a couple seconds, admiring each seemingly perfect detail of his face. his curved lips a dusty rose, hair parted at the side so that the dark locks sweep just above his eyes, the ones which are like glowing orbs, filled with a million stars that make him look like a cartoon.

“you’re too cute for your own good, kim seokwoo.” the thought that you were only supposed to say in your head comes out in a whispered pout. your cheeks quickly heating with embarrassment as you pull back, the tall boy in front you smiling cheekily. “but not as cute as you, y/n.”

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[zuholymama]

D-1 (M)

SF9 AU, takes place in The Purge universe.

Pairing: Zuho x OC (Female)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut

The smell of coffee pierced through her nose, waking Yuna up from her deep slumber. She fluttered her eyes open, realizing the sun lights have filled in her pearly colored bedroom. The first thing that she did was turning over to her side, to find the man she spent the night with wasn’t there.

“It’s cold…” Yuna noted in her head when her hand touched the empty sheet. However, the familiar coffee scent gave her a sense of comfort.

The red hair pulled away her blanket, bringing her feet to touch the comfort of the wool rug below. Only wearing her panties, she brought her naked body to the bathroom for a quick tooth brushing and a face wash. Closing the tap, Yuna looked at the mirror to see the ‘artwork’ her lover painted on her neck and shoulders.

“Hmph.” The woman smirked in satisfaction. She tied up her short hair before she walked back into the bedroom to find her partner’s black shirt was hanging on top of the sofa by the window. She didn’t hesitate to wear it, just like always.

Walking to the kitchen, she found her boyfriend was standing by the counter, making two cups of coffee. A latte for the red hair, hot americano for the blonde.

The tall man realized her presence and it brought a sweet smile on his face.

“Good morning, baby.” His deep voice called out to her, exciting her more than he realized.  

“Morning to you too, Juju.” She smiled as she sat across from him on the ceramic counter, feeling the cold stone under her bare thigh. “When did you wake up?”

“Half an hour ago, I guess.” The blonde man tilted his head, looking like he was thinking too hard about it. It’s silly, Yuna thought. But that’s her silly man. “Rowoon’s gonna come here soon.”

“For the gun?”

“Mmhm.”

Yuna merely nodded, easily acknowledging his partner’s closest friend will come for a visit. She took a glance on the wooden table in the living room where the silver suitcase was sitting on.

“You look sexy, by the way.” Juho said out of the blue, making her turn to face his way. Yuna could see his small smirk and his predatory eyes on her. “I think this is going to be my new favorite look.”

“You always say that every morning, baby.” The red hair scoffed.

“I know, but that’s my current favorite shirt. You look great in it. I’m serious.”

Rolling her eyes, Yuna laughed and took the cup of finished latte near him for a sip. “Mm, that’s delicious.”

Juho proceeded to drink his own, checking to see if she’s right. Not like he had to doubt it. He had always been confident in his coffee brewing skill.

As he was taking a sip, Juho took a peek of his girlfriend. His attention went to the marks he left on her fair skin, the proof of their ‘war’ from last night. The sight alone had woken up his slumbering desire.

Perhaps rather than a slumber, more like a nap. He got excited too easily.

“Like what you see?”

He merely raised his thin eyebrow.

“Seriously?” The woman laughed, amused with how he responded. “What are you thinking about, hm?”

Putting down his glass, Juho hummed as his palms both rested flat on top of the counter. His dark eyes were staring right back at Yuna, silently telling her his intention.

“Do you want me to say it?” The blonde man smirked, giving the woman a sudden tingle between her legs.

“Go ahead.” She said, acting tough in front of him even though she knew it’s futile. Juho could always see through her. His sharp eyes weren’t for nothing.

What she didn’t expect was when Juho started walking around the island, approaching her and stood right in front of her. Both of his arms caged the woman in her place, like a wolf keeping his prey. His face lifted up to stare right into her pair of brown eyes, close enough for him to slightly licked his small lips for a lowly whisper.

“I was wondering if I should show off my artwork here to my best pal later when he comes in…” He whispered. Each of his words were dripping like honey, slowly seeping down into her core. He brought his face closer towards her ear, continuing to speak about the things to embarrass her, “because suddenly I feel like bragging… I told you, you look hot this morning, baby.” He finished with a lick on her earlobe.

Yuna couldn’t hold in her groan. Juho’s deep voice and her ear had always been her weaknesses. Combining those two to wreck up her composure was a sure-kill. Her body was shivering all over, thinking about the scenario where Rowoon would see the bite marks and hickeys on her skin. Just thinking about it makes her feel embarrassed, where would she put her pride next?

Yet, she couldn’t deny the excitement that had been pooling under her panties.

“What’s wrong? What are you thinking… hm?” Juho grinned, biting his lip to suppress his giggles. “Do you think I don’t see your thighs acting weird?”

“Juho…” The woman finally let out a breathless whisper, she seemed to be letting the heat taking her over. That immediately turned the switch on for him.

“Spread out your legs.” The blonde man commanded. With his tone, there was no way she could say no.

Yuna did as she was told. She knew it was no use to hold it in. Now sitting properly on the edge of the counter, she let her legs dangling and spread them wide, enough to make a room for the beast to settle in. Her core was throbbing for contact, desperate to feel the touch she needed.

“Good girl.” Juho said before he started to kiss her gaping pink lips to seal her up, tasting the bitter drips of coffee he made before. The kiss was deep, feverish, and needy, eliciting sweet moans from within his lover’s throat. Both of Yuna’s hands were tugging on his short hair, slightly pulling the short strands and sucessfully making his pants bulging with need. His woman wanted him as much as he did.

Without breaking the kiss, Juho brought his hand to her entrance, rubbing the fabric to feel how wet she was.

“It’s soaked already.” The man grinned, feeling proud of his power over her.

“Thanks to you.” Yuna told her man, furthering to stroke his ego. But it was the truth. Juho could always find a way to break into her barriers. People said she was hard-willed, stubborn. Not with Baek Juho. She could never resist him. “Why don’t you do something about it?” She challenged with a teasing smirk.

“As if I wasn’t about to.” He darkly chuckled.

He proceeded to pull away her panties, throwing it near his feet and then proceeded to stroke her bare clit with his digit. Yuna immediately threw her head back. Her legs spread wider than before without control. His touch had always been welcomed whenever he wanted to.

Looking at her reaction, Juho started pushing in his long middle finger, successfully bringing out his lover’s sweet moan. His digit slid in easily because of how wet she was that she was dripping on the counter itself.

“Fuck, baby…” The woman cursed, feeling good with how he pumped his finger in and out.

“You’re so fucking wet hahaha.” The blonde man pointed out, looking at how his finger’s slicked with her wet sex. He then put the second finger in, knowing only one could never please her enough.

She moaned louder, whimpering and trembling with pleasure. She fluttered her eyes open, looking down to see how deep Juho’s fingers inside of her and it turned her on so much. Yuna went to halfway unbuttoned her shirt, seeking for the freedom of her burning, rosey skin. The oversized satin shirt easily fell off her shoulders, just enough to give Juho a view of her bare cleavage.

“F-faster…” The red hair whimpered. Her hips started to move according to his phase.

“Someone’s needy.” The man merely chuckled.

“Shut up and do it already!” The woman hissed in desperation.

What she didn’t expect was when her jaw was roughly grabbed by the other hand of her lover, forcing her to face his cold gaze and smirk. The sight of his face and the close proximity made her heart raced, like she was chased by wolves at night. The digits inside of her stopped moving, telling her who was currently in charge.

“That was disrespectful…” Juho muttered, low enough to send delicious shiver down her spine, “I don’t feel like giving you control. If you want it, you have to beg me.”

His words made her inner walls pulsated with need. She unknowingly clenched around his fingers, seeing how dominating her lover was to her. Usually, she would be in charge. He had always given her the freedom and control over him. But it seemed like Juho’s inner beast wouldn’t let her have her way this morning. She loved it when his big hand grabbed her jaws, she loved it when he spoke to her in this manner.

It felt like he really owned her.

Yuna had no choice but to obey.

“P... please…” The woman said, trying to make herself clear.

“Please what, Yuna?”

“Please… go faster…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Oh God please just fuck me now already! I need you!” She shouted, finally lost her last bit of patience. Not like she had any in the first place.

“You’re unbelievable…” Juho shook his head. Suddenly, the bell rang once. Both of them immediately looked towards the front door. “That must be Rowoon.” The man grinned, amused with how things turned out. “That’s convenient. Come down.”

“Huh?”

“I said come down. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Getting her hand dragged towards the front door, Yuna was pushed to face the door with both of her hands on it. Before she could protest, Juho closely whispered from behind, threatening and needy.

“Don’t make a sound.”

“Wh-mmph!!”

Automatically bringing her hand to cover her mouth, Juho went to grope both of her tits as he rubbed his bulge on her ass. He pulled both of her perked-up nipples, making her pussy throbbing mad with desire. Pool of tears threatened to spill by the corner of her eyes, but Yuna quickly shut them off.

“You’re excited?” The man giggled, amused with how his woman was reacting to his touch. He leaned down to kiss the daisy tattoo on her bare nape, lightly sucking and licking off her reddened fair skin. His finger moved down to rub circles on her sensitive clit again, just to make her feel more miserable by each second. Juho pushed two of his fingers inside of her again just to find her completely drenched even more than before. Her juices even slowly fell off her thighs.

“Try checking on the peephole. Who is it?” Juho whispered from her behind again, his breath a little bit ragged from excitement but both of his fingers didn’t stop pumping in and outside of her.

Doing as she was told, Yuna weakly checked on the peephole to see who it was.

It’s indeed who they thought it was.

“It-it’s Rowoon…”

“Then we better make it quick, hm?”

The man pulled down his short black pants for his cock to spring free. Grabbing his rod, he positioned it in front of her flooding entrance.

“Remember, Yuna. Keep it down.” He whispered for the last time before pushing his dick inside in one go.

“Mm-mmph!?” Her restrained whimpers muffled behind her hand. The indescribable pleasure, the feeling of his whole dick inside of her was fulfilling. Adding the situation where they were basically doing this in front of his best friend. She couldn’t deny how excited she felt despite of how kinky it was.

“Sshh… keep quiet, baby…” Juho whispered again, “Unless you want him to know how I fuck you good, then be my guest.”

“He knows… you do already…”

“Only from what I said… Not actually witnessing it.”

Juho’s fingers moved down towards Yuna’s slit, rubbing it slowly as he began to move his hip. His pace started slow, making sure that her pulsating walls could receive him well. The blonde man hissed, feeling his length inside of her drenched core was overwhelming.

“Fuck, Yuna…” The man let out a rough grunt. One of his hand moved to fondle her tits while the other hugged her waist, keeping her straight in her place. His pace began to get unforgiving, the sound of skin slapping echoed across their whole condo.

“J-ju… ho--!” His name spilled out of her desperate mewl. Yuna felt like her head was spinning. She couldn’t handle the rush of pleasure that was building up within her core. Her lover kept fucking her mercilessly as his hand roughly was groping on her tits, pinching her nipple just to make her go insane. Her mind raced back to Rowoon who was standing in front of the door, oblivious with all of what’s happening beyond it, making her worry yet excited at the same time.

The bell rang again, making Yuna opened her eyes wide.

“Juho? Yuna? You there?”

Their guest called them out from the other side.

“Shit—” She cursed under her breath.

“Calm down. Tell him to wait.”

“Are you crazy!?” Yuna lowly hissed, a bit befuddled by Juho’s absurd order.

“There’s no way I’m stopping now,” the man pulled back his hand to spank her butt cheek once, making her yelp in surprise and scared at the same time, “not when we’re just getting in the best part?”

‘Baek Juho is a fucking demon’, that’s what Yuna was telling herself. But sometimes, that thought perish whenever he pampered her with kisses and head pats, when he makes her coffee, when he giggles over her corny jokes. This moment is when she felt regret was slowly creeping up her spine for actually not keeping that thought permanently.

The demon started to continue his unforgiving thrusts again, forcing Yuna to bite her lip to hold in her mewls. Despite of the distraction, Yuna managed to pry her mouth open to speak with the idle guest behind the door.

“R-Rowoon! Could you wait for 5 minutes!?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uhm--! There’s something we have to—Mmh!” The red hair let out a careless moan when she felt Juho was biting on her shoulder. His thrust didn’t get any slower but instead doing the opposite of it. Yuna could swear she was seeing stars. How could she possibly think about any excuses when her head was occupied with the hard cock that’s ramming her core?

“Yuna? Are you guys okay??”

“W-we’re okay! C-cockroach! There’s a cockroach we need to kill!!”

“Heh. Pun intended?” Juho giggled from behind, amused with how she came up with her lie.

“Oh shit, seriously!? Good luck then!”

Of course it worked. Rowoon’s afraid of cockroaches, just like Juho. Hard to believe a guy who looked like this and currently making her go crazy was afraid of any bugs.

“Fuck.” Juho inwardly cursed as he pulled out his cock, making Yuna confused with the sudden change, “Turn around.”

Doing as she was told albeit confused, Yuna was met with a feverish deep kiss. She slinked both of her arms around his neck as Juho hoisted her up against the door. He put in his length inside of her again, sealing her moans with his lips. He could feel how hard she was gripping on his hair and shoulders. Their hot ragged breaths mingled with one another, eyes burning into each other’s. Everything was a blur around them, filled with nothing but the sound of their love making. The two completely forgot that someone else existed behind that door. They had each other and the heat of pleasure was the only thing that matters inside their mind.

“I-I’m gonna cum—“ Yuna said between her worn-out breaths.

“Go ahead, baby.” Juho encouraged her as he planted heated kisses on her shoulders. He didn’t slow down his pace, making sure his woman kept her heightened soon-to-be climax around, “You can bite my shoulder.”

She didn’t hesitate. Hugging her lover’s chest as tight as she could, Yuna buried her teeth on Juho’s shoulder, holding in her moan as she felt her wave of climax came undone. The woman greatly trembled under his firm hold, feeling nothing but a blissful sensation.

“Bear with me for a sec, I’m almost there.”

“W-wait, baby, I just c—a-ahn!”  

Before she had the chance to protest, Juho continued to thrust inside of her walls again, feeling it slicked with her climax juices. It instantly just felt better because of how erotic the sound her walls made whenever he pushed in and out. The man groaned that he accidently head-butted the door due to the overflowing pleasure. The two couldn’t careless anymore. That definitely made a sound loud enough to the guy they had forgotten.

“I’m cumming—” Thrusting his cock faster to quickly reach that climax, Juho kissed Yuna again to keep his loud groan sealed within her lips. He finally let out his seeds inside, making sure he emptied out his bank. Yuna could only whimper under his deep kiss as she felt his cum dumped within her core. It felt really hot inside of her. It was so good and fulfilling that she kept locking him within her legs, making sure that he had his share.

Slowly pulling out of her entrance, Juho gently let Yuna down to stand on her own. She was a bit wobbly at first but soon enough she regained her balance.

“Babe, you’re too much… Hahaha.” Yuna said when she felt her lover’s cum threatened to spill out of her.

Gently kissing her sweaty forehead, Juho rubbed her rosy cheek softly with his thumb before he told her to wash up.

“Go take a shower first. I’ll take care of Rowoon.”

“Okay. I love you. And that was fun.” She smiled and gave him a quick soft peck on his cheek before she walked back towards their bathroom.

“Love you too, baby.”

After pulling up his pants back, Juho opened the door to let his friend in who seemed to be… not amused?

“’Sup, Rowoon.” The blonde called out to his friend as if nothing out of ordinary just happened.

Looking at his friend’s appearance from head to toe, Rowoon merely clicked his tongue. “Yeah, right. ‘Cockroach’ my ass.” The taller man in white shirt rolled his eyes as he walked past his friend. “You sweat this much for a cockroach hunt? You think I don’t see that fresh mark?”

Automatically bringing his hand to the place where Yuna bit him before, he just proved his friend’s point even further.

“My bad. Anyways, your gun’s right there.”

Walking towards the table for the silver, Rowoon sat down to open it for checking the goods inside.

“.357 magnum revolver. 30 bullets. Just as you requested.” Said Juho as he stood behind while crossing his arms. “If there’s anything else you want, feel free to tell me.”

Nodding in approval, Rowoon closed the case back and locking it securely.

“Thanks, Zuho.”

“You’re not gonna count the bullets first?”

“Nah, I gotta go. We’ve done this a countless time and you never disappoint.”

“Well… if you say so.” The blonde smiled, a bit happy to know how much his friend trusted him. “Good luck for tomorrow’s hunt.”

“How about you two?”

“Hm… We don’t really feel like joining this year.” Juho raised his eyebrow, hissing to find the right words for his reason, “No one has pissed me off enough to get killed.”

“Ho…? Really, now?” Rowoon grinned in amusement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You used to do it just for fun.” The taller man stood up and then turned to face him. His black eyes glinted, showing deeper meanings of his words, “Like I do.”

Juho’s sharp eyes stared at him back. The way Rowoon smirked at him made him want to punch his perfect teeth in. This guy deliberately tried to bait him despite of his apparent unwillingness to join The Purge.

Still, not enough to kill him. Rowoon’s still a friend.

Forcing a smile on his small lips, Juho moved sideways as a sign for his guest to leave. “Don’t you have somewhere to go, Rowoon?”

“Pffft, relax, man. That was a joke. Stay safe, then.”

“Mm.”

After closing the door, Juho let out a sigh. He walked back towards the island where he last put his coffee. Luckily still a bit warm, Juho sipped it again to collect himself together. He closed his eyes, remembering the murders he had done with Yuna in the last year’s Purge and the rest from before then. 

He was done with The Purge. He got tired of it. No more killing for fun. He preferred watching the world burn from the side way, just sit back and enjoy the show.

Fin.