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Mama - Baek Juho

Summary: You were dating Juho for around six months. But not once have you met his mother, the most important person in Juho’s life until now. And the prospect of meeting his mother made you sick to the stomach. Is your feeling right or unnecessary?

There were a few scary steps to take in a relationship: the first date, which could be quite scary when it was your first date. Not only with that person but also in general. Or the wedding that even though it was a great prospect was still a scary step for many people.

But the scariest moment from all the steps you had to take in a relationship, was this moment where you were so close to meeting his mother. The person who could decide everything about the future. Juho was close to his mother and wanted her approval and blessing for the relationship. You have been dating for six months now and it was time for you to meet her. And you were terrified, to say the least.

You loved Juho like you never had loved anyone. Meeting his mother was the biggest step that made you scared of losing Juho. It was clear from the start that when she didn't like you, you would lose Juho instantly. He cherished his mother's opinion a lot.

"Don't be so nervous." he chuckled but had easy talking. He wasn't the one who had to go through this. You stood in front of your closet still trying to figure out what to wear while Juho had already decided on a casual look.

"I have nothing to wear," you mumbled, more to yourself than to Juho.

Juho walked over to you and cupped your face. "Why would my mother dislike you? Why are you so afraid?" he kissed your forehead which relaxed you only for a bit.

"I am scared to lose you. What if she doesn't like me for reasons, we don't know yet." you pouted.

"Baby, my mother is not a monster. There is nothing that she could hate on you." Juho kissed your cheek and then removed his hands from your face to take a few pieces of clothing. "Wear these." he held casual clothes to you.

"Are you sure that's not too casual?" you wondered.

"You are comfortable in them, which makes them perfect. Now go get changed, put your hair like you always do and you'll be fine." he pushed you gently towards your bathroom.

You reluctantly went to change.

When you came back Juho was sitting on the edge of your bed, scrolling through his phone. "Guess I am ready," you said, standing in front of him.

Juho looked up and smiled. "Then let us go." he stood up, putting his phone into his pocket. As he was about to leave the room, he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Then he kissed the back of your hand and, met your eyes. "She will love you, I am sure." he smiled and tagged you along to the place where his mother lived.

As you stood in front of the door waiting for her to open it, your nervosity increased. "I feel like throwing up," you mumbled.

Juho kissed the top of your head and held your hand. Right at that moment, his mother opened the door, and she beamed as he saw her son. "Juho love!" she hugged her son and smiled. Then she turned to you and didn't lose her smile. "You must be (Y/N). My son has talked a lot about you." she beamed.

You bowed gently "Nice to meet you, M'am."

She chuckled. "Was she this nervous throughout the whole day?" she looked at Juho who nodded.

"No matter how much I tried to reassure her, she didn't stop being nervous," he explained.

To your surprise, his mother hugged you and stroked your back. "Don't be nervous. From what you heard you are a lovely woman." she looked at you. "Now come in sweety. Have some sweets and maybe a warm drink." she smiled and walked back into the house.

Juho took your hand. "See told you Mama will love you." he beamed and followed his mother in while you followed him.

After you took off your shoes you sat down in the living room and saw all the cake and sweets his mother prepared. "This looks lovely." you smiled, slowly warming up.

"I hope you like some of them." she beamed, offering you tea.

"Thank you." you took the cup and smiled.

"Juho told me you study film producing?" she sat down, looking at you.

You nodded smiling. "Yes, I am in my last year and had an internship at FCN Entertainment." you smiled.

"Ah, that's how you met. He came home one day and told me there was an intern he was very interested in." she beamed.

"Mama..." Juho said, his cheeks turning a shade redder.

You chuckle. "Yes, that must have been me." you smiled.

As you saw that his mother started to eat, you also started to take a bite and smiled. "This is extremely delicious."

"Oh, I am glad you like it. It's the one I made myself." his mother admitted.

 "It's really lovely. I love the mixture between the two different types of flavours." you beamed.

"Do you bake, (Y/N)?" his mother asked.

"I am certainly not a professional, but I love baking. I especially love it during Christmas time. All those different types of biscuits." you mused.

"Maybe, if you want. This year Christmas you could come over and we could bake some together. Maybe exchange some recipes." she offered.

"Oh, that sounds lovely." you beamed. "I would love that."

"And as a great mother-in-law, I have to embarrass my son, don't I?" she chuckled as Juho sat up straight.

"Mama, no!" his face was terrified.

"Oh, yes. It's tradition. I show you a photo book with Juho as a child." she stood up.

You chuckled and Juho looked at you. "I think you two get along a little too well," Juho murmured.

You snorted and cupped his face and kissed him shortly. "I think we're getting along just fine." you laughed as his mother sat down next to you with the photobook and Juho sighed next to you, leaning back and accepting his defeat. He had no chance against two women.

This day turned out better than expected. After all the nervousness you had you realised it wasn't necessary at all, because his mother loved you, and you loved her as well.

She was so kind and super interested in you and your hobbies. And the jokes she made about her son just lightened up the mood as well. Juho loved the fact that everything turned out well. In the end, you had a lovely mother-in-law and didn't lose Juho.

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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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[twisted-tales-of-all]

Bittersweet Memories

Summary: Sometimes, you have to go back to the place it all began, to relive what once was. Pairing: Baek Juho x OC Genre: Angst, One-Shot, Collab/Event Tropes: Fantasy!AU, Faun!idol, tennyo!OC, strangers to lovers to strangers Word Count: 1.3K Contains: circular storytelling, flashbacks (anything italicized is a flashback), one mention of suggestive content (no details), lots of angst A/N: Fantasy, I apologize in advance for what I've done to the poor sweetheart. This was what instantly came to mind when presented with the Mocha Madness event. Also, Ceres is a likeness to the titular character of an anime I adored way back in middle school titled Ayashi No Ceres.

"Can I get a mochaccino, Cupid?" The faun man orders as calmly as usual, adding, "Make it a double. I need a pick-me-up."

After placing the coins on the counter, Zuho makes his way to his usual table. Pulling his chair out, he sits down, carefully swinging his tail behind him to avoid sitting on it. Placing an elbow on the dark mahogany table, he rests his chin on his palm as he stares at the empty chair in front of him, zoning out into his own little world.

"Can I try the house coffee? It's my first time here."

Hearing a shy but angelic voice, he lifts his head to see her. More beautiful than most creatures who frequent the cafe, her long, healthy black hair flowing freely down her back and her beautiful blue silk kimono makes her appear heavenly to the lone faun sitting nearby. Seeing Zuho's gaze on the newcomer, Cupid points the lady in his direction and suggests him as a kind regular.

Thanking Cupid and paying for her drink, the captivating stranger approaches Zuho and asks whether she could sit with him. Moving his latte closer to himself, he motions to the chair as words betray him by failing to leave his lips entirely.

"Thank you. I hear you're a regular. I'm new around here and qould love a guide, if you're so willing."

"Sure, I would be happy to help. My name is Zuho."

Shining a smile that can cure any ailments, she responds, "Nice to meet you, Zuho. My name is Cerea. I'm a tennin - or a tennyo, more specifically - and I've wanted to roam earth for a bit now but was scared. It's nice to know somebody is willing to help lead me in good directions."

"A tennyo - no wonder you're so beautiful. I'm a faun, as you may be able to guess." He gestures around himself to show off his horns, tail, and hooves. "Although I'm often confused for a satyr since we're distant cousins in looks."

As he learns more about Ceres, he finds that her beauty goes beyond her style and appearance. Feeling her kindness in every word, Zuho befriends her quickly, establishing the next time to meet.

"Here you go, Zu." Cupid places the glass mug in front of the faun, bringing him back to reality momentarily.

"Thanks, Cupid. I really need it today."

Patting the man on the back, Cupid returns to the counter with hopes that the strength of the drink will help his friend return to his usual chipper self.

As he takes a sip, Zuho remembers the day he began dating Ceres - a time now as bittersweet in his mind as the drink hitting his tongue.

For the first time, they meet outside of the cafe. Bringing Zuho to a nice, calm meadow outside of the city, Ceres beams over the idea of enjoying one another's company out in nature.

Most of the date, they sit next to each other on the grass silently, gazing at the flowers swaying in the light wind or viewing the clouds floating lazily against the azure sky. After a while, Zuho turns to admire Ceres.

Feeling his gaze after a few minutes, Ceres turns towards him. His loving eyes bring a soft smile to her lips. Her dark hair contrasting the colorful surroundings, Zuho brushes a loose strand behind her shoulder, letting it sway in the wind alongside the flowers.

"Ceres," He starts, his gaze shifting around her. "Would you like to date?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Ceres leans in, cupping her partner's face to kiss his nose in acceptance.

Putting the cup back onto the table, Zuho feels the tears welling up in his throat. Bending forward and placing his forehead next to the glass, the faun's tail swipes furiously behind him as his emotions overwhelm him. Looking on from the counter, Cupid feels the pang of heartbreak seep into his heart, remembering how well the couple got along until yesterday's incident. As Zuho lets his tears fall onto the wood, a montage of happy moments runs through his mind, only to be squashed by the memory of yesterday.

Kissing feels like visiting heaven. Her hugs are a warm embrace, even on the coldest winter days. A smile in his direction brightens his whole day. Her voice rings in his ears like his favorite bard's most uplifting tune, her laugh like the twinkling bells that ding in the markets.

Zuho is head over hooves for Ceres.

She feels the same way - it's obvious to everyone around them, even if she never says so. Heavens forbid, she even debates herself silently on whether or not to give him her celestial robes to take him as her husband. As far as anyone can see, this tennyo and faun are a representation of the truest form of love. The bards have written songs based on their shows of affection, the scholars have noted their actions for future generations to look upon as proof of love's existence. As innocent as the two of them are, planning to propose to one another in a worthwhile way without letting the other catch on to their schemes, the entire city supports them at this point. Everyone felt their love brighten the town.

It was all going splendidly until one day ago - the day tragedy struck. As Ceres bathes in a secluded pond, preparing herself to hand over her robes, but those exact robes are stolen from the branch she placed them upon. In a massive fit of jealousy, a lonely goblin learned about the tennin conditions for marriage and took it upon himself to snatch the opportunity to secure an eye-catching bride.

Despite outrage from everyone in the city, Ceres cannot disobey the laws of her kind. Bawling her eyes out, she begrudgingly follows the goblin to his home. Zuho, upon learning of the travesty, follows, losing sanity as he begs and pleads at their feet. He offers up anything and everything he owns to the goblin in a desperate attempt to earn the hagoromo for himself, but the goblin doesn't budge - rather, he enjoys seeing the faun dirtying his fur to beg him for the item.

He slams the door to his small abode in Zuho's face with an evil smile. Unable to muster the energy to return to the city, Zuho stays on the ground for hours and hears them finalize the marriage. With that final step complete, Zuho feels his heart snap into a million pieces, falling upon the loose dirt in front of the home.

As his tears slow, he wonders whether he stalled too long to ask Ceres to marry him. At this point, he feels as if the gods must be spiting him for some reason. Wondering what he could've done to deserve the torture he received, he lifts his head from the table to see a cookie sitting on a napkin next to his drink. He looks over to Cupid, who is busy cleaning mugs. Silently thanking his friend, he wipes away the remaining tears and takes a big bite of the cookie.

Although certain he hasn't had one before, the cookie tastes oddly familiar - sweet with touches of familiar magic mixed into the cinnamon and sugar. He closes his eyes as he takes another bite, savoring the flavor in an attempt to identify the source of the familiarity.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice graces his ears. As if he traveled back in time, he opens his eyes to find Ceres talking to Cupid at the counter, in the same blue silk from the first time he laid eyes on her. Even the cookie has disappeared from his hand, and the mocha is replaced by a latte.

"Can I try the house coffee? It's my first time here."

[oneirataxia-haechan]

[8:22] pm

prompts chosen :

79. “Oh, it’s on now.”

75. “Don’t cry!”

116. “I swear to god if you call me that one more time-”

word count : 971

One thing you knew about your boyfriend was that he could be very sensitive. You were pretty good at noticing when he was having his more sensitive days, except for today. You decided to play a joke on your sweet boy today. He had been working in the studio all day and you had gotten a little too bored. You and Juho tend to use pet names like sweetie and dear, but if you guys are feeling silly will use names like dummy or weirdo. Today you decided to take the names to a whole new level. You got up from your warm seat on the couch and began walking toward his studio. Leaning against the door frame looking at him, you took your first jab.

“Working hard dumbass?” you tried hard to suppress your giggle. Without even turning around he answered.

“Yeah weirdo, what’s up?”

“Just thought I’d check in on you, loser.” You answered, Juho still not noticing these insults you never really use, coming from your lips. You weren’t really getting a good reaction like you were hoping for so you decided to go over to him and start a tickle fight. You began walking over to the back of his chair and began lightly tickling his neck. He folded lightly to wherever your hands landed, not being affected too much. You continued moving your hands down to his hip, finally making him squirm.

“Sweetheart…what are….you....doing.” He said in between giggles trying to push your hands away, and turning towards you, hoping to stop you comfortably. You were determined to keep going. That was until he started tickling you. Neither of you took tickling well but you were definitely more ticklish than him. In between yours and Juho’s laughs you began.

“Oh, it’s on now bitch!”

He stopped for a second in shock. He had never been called that by you, or ever really heard you say it in general. You took this split second to run away, knowing for sure he’d chase you to try and get revenge. Not sure what you should do next, you hid in your shared bedroom closet. 

You could hear Juho’s muffled voice calling out for you as he began looking for you. 

“Baby~” He tried again.

“Baby?” He questioned, sounding a bit closer now.

Trying to hold in your giggles you covered your mouth with your hand. Just as you did this he walked into the bedroom.

“Y/n?” He sounded a little less pouty and a little more upset this time. He put his hand on the closet door, opening it slowly. You jumped out to scare him, he winced back and screamed like a child. As you began running away again your giggles rang in Juho’s ears. 

“You can’t catch me bitch!” There was something about being called this word that really upset him. On top of the rough mental day he was having due to work he just couldn’t understand why you were being like this. He began to think.

‘Did I ignore her earlier? Was she really upset when I said I had to work instead of spending time together? Is this how she’s telling me she’s upset?’ He kept thinking.

‘No, she always tells me if I’m spending too much time away from her or she’s feeling upset…Then what?’

He truly pondered for a few seconds as the fear left his body. He heard you yell from a distance.

“You’re too slow, you’ll never catch me bitch!” 

You heard silence from your new hiding spot behind the shower curtain. 

'Oh he’ll chase me now.' You thought. Seconds after this thought you heard.

“I swear to god if you call me that one more time-” You could hear the anger rattle throughout the house like thunder. Now a bit worried you had gone too far you knew it was time to come out and apologize. You really didn’t mean to make him angry, you just wanted to mess with him a bit. Your stomach turned into an empty pit of guilt and you came out from behind the curtain. 

“Juho?....” You walked out of the bathroom slowly, almost tiptoeing. You continued down the hall, peaking into the bedroom. Wasn’t there either, you continued to the living room. As you stepped in there he was on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Juho?” You said softly, not wanting to accidentally scare him.

He didn’t answer, all you could hear were some sniffles. Wanting to quickly rush over, you kept your slow pace in case he was still angry. He would never hurt you, but you still didn’t want to upset him more. 

“Sweetheart, don’t cry…” You whispered as the guilt grew in your chest.

The sniffles continued and you finally reached him, sitting down next to him, placing your hand lightly on his back. 

“Dear I just wanted to play a little joke on you. I didn't think it was going to upset you like this. I'm really sorry.” You sighed, upset with yourself you fell back into the couch.

In a very quick movement he turned towards you, wrapped his arms around your waist and melted into you in relief. Rubbing his back softly he decided to speak.

“It’s okay, I just thought I might’ve done something wrong on top of my crappy day.”

You immediately tensed up as you heard this, somehow feeling even worse for your “little” joke. He could feel your tension and hugged you a little tighter as to say don’t worry. You both stayed like that talking until he fell asleep on your lap. Brushing his hair out of the way, you looked down, seeing his still puffy eyes. You laid your head back, thinking of all the things you’d do tomorrow to make it up to him.

[oraclekleo]

Baek Ju Ho (SF9) Kinky* Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: 

Deck: The Dark Wood Tarot

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Baek Ju Ho

Stage Name: Zuho

Group: SF9

DOB: 04.07.1996

Blood Type: O

MBTI: ENFJ

Sun Sign: Cancer

Chinese Sign: Fire Rat

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: SF9

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Baek Ju Ho

Zuho (SF9) - Kinky

Spread / Question: Kinky Reading

Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot

Position - 5 of Cups

Zuho is likely to become a bit addicted to his lover whenever he’s in a relationship. Physically parting with them, even when it’s because of usual daily routines brings him sadness, he might feel like if he was missing a part of himself and he’s likely to check on his lover often, more likely through calling them than texting because he needs to hear their voice and the tone so he can be sure his love is alright. Once he’s reunited with them, the burden of inner sadness vanishes. Break ups are likely extremely hard for Zuho and it takes him a long time to recover from them.

Libido - Knight of Cups

Zuho is such a pure romantic. He’s all about love and sweetness and he’s a real gentleman when it comes to relationships. He puts emphasis on the courting phase but he’s pretty much a soft sweetheart the whole time. His love is in a way pure and simple, he plays no games, nor does he hide anything from his lover. What you see is what you get when it comes to Zuho. He can pick his lover’s moods and hints very well and he’s likely a true master of romantic foreplay.

Turn On - Queen of Wands

While Zuho himself is a softie and becomes addicted to his lover and suffers when they are apart, he feels attracted to a strong and sparky personality, someone confident, fun, sociable and fiery. Someone with flaming charisma and spark in their eyes, spring in their step and seductive skills. It’s very likely for them to be verbally skilled and smart. And while their mouth can run all day long, they can put it to good use at night as well, making Zuho express his feelings in vocals, too.

Kink - 8 of Swords

We mentioned before that Zuho is strongly attached to his lover and this bond can become a real one when it comes to his kinky desires. Zuho might have a taste for bondage but in his case it’s more like he likes to tight himself to his lover or wrap in blankets together, the closer and tighter the bond, the better. He’s likely to enjoy being in as much of a physical contact with his lover as possible. In a more romantic version, he might enjoy slow dancing with them in a tight embrace, leaving no space in between him and his lover.

Dirtiest Secret - 3 of Wands

While Zuho is mostly a soft and gentle lover, he gets wild when kissing. Kissing is likely his favourite kind of interaction with his lover. For Zuho it’s both an expression of love and the merging of souls and spirits. He’s likely very fond of kissing, he changes angles to build the heat and he might even bite his lover when things start slipping out of his hands and his mind gets clouded by lust. Zuho is likely to decorate his lover’s skin with hickies if given the chance.

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Lee Jayeoon.

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Lee Sanghyuk.

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Baek Juho.

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Kim Seokwoo.

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Yoo Taeyang.

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Kim Youngkyun.

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Practice Visit | Zuho | (f)

Summary: You wonder whether it's weird how Zuho's always on your mind while the members of SF9 need to think about a plan how to get Zuho to stop talking about you. (requested) Word count: 1.3k Warnings: none

Sometimes you wonder if there’s something wrong with you, or if you’ve just fallen under his spell so deeply. Zuho’s on your mind constantly. You could be walking through the streets and you’d see a stray cat and remember your boyfriend. It seems like your brain’s developed a unique skill of linking everything you’ve experienced to him. 

But it worried you. It made you feel somehow clingy, or that you were taking the relationship too seriously - although it was serious, of course. Zuho himself expressed to you how much you mean to him, and his actions left no doubt in you that he treasures what you have as much as you do. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he also thinks about you all day and all night.

Had you expressed these concerns to any of his members, no matter how polite to you they usually are, they’d not hold back and laugh in your face. 

They liked you, of course, and enjoyed when you came over to hang out with them. The problem was that as your relationship with Zuho progressed, it felt like you were always with them. Of course the eight guys were happy for their friend and wished him all the best but frankly, they heard him talk about you so much they forgot what he was like before he met you. So while you were wondering whether he thought about you at all when you were separated, the majority of SF9 was thinking about how to let you know that yes, yes he’s always talking about you, please stop him. 

And as fate would have it, the perfect opportunity presented itself soon enough.

Your arms were shaking by the time you stepped into the elevator to take you to a higher floor where the boys were practicing. You figured that since you’re going to visit them, you might as well bring them some water and snacks. Unfortunately, your gifts were a little heavy since they were supposed to sustain nine adult men.

Finally the elevator ride was over and you stepped out, easily navigating around the building. It wasn’t hard to find them, since there was only one practice room with the lights on and music blasting from the inside. As quietly as you could, which was rather loud because of the bags of goodies, you opened the door and slipped inside. You hoped they somehow wouldn’t notice you, but of course they did, greeting you with a nod and smile. You put the bags down near the wall and watched them finish the routine. You always admired how in sync they were, then again you supposed it was to be expected with all the hard work they put in.

The music stopped suddenly and the sound of panting and bodies falling to the ground took over the room. You smiled sympathetically as your eyes briefly met with Tae’s. However, your eyes were searching for someone else, and the one in question soon came over on his own.

Zuho outstretched his arms experimentally, unsure whether you wouldn’t mind him hugging you all sweaty, even though you already told him a hundred times that you don’t care. You closed the distance between you, relishing in the feeling of his warm body against yours. Before you could even say hello to him properly, though, a loud voice interrupted you.

“y/n? Is it really you, y/n?” Dawon was basically running towards you, stopping just inches before crashing into the two of you, ignoring Zuho’s glare. He poked your cheek.

“Ah! It’s really you! I thought I’m hallucinating again!” he exclaimed dramatically, earning a confused look from you. This was random even for Dawon. On the other hand, something seemed to click in Zuho’s mind and he all but jumped at the other man, chasing him around the room. This only added to your confusion.

“Don’t worry, your boyfriend’s just embarrassed,” Rowoon stepped closer to you, offering you a smile.

“Embarrassed?” you frowned, wondering what you were missing. In the meantime, Dawon kept successfully evading Zuho while making faces at him. As he got closer to you, he took the chance to tease the younger male some more.

“Ah! My y/n is so pretty! My y/n learned a new aegyo, what am I going to do?!” Dawon mocked as he passed by you, speeding up as Zuho also picked up his pace. You didn’t notice, but his ears were burning red. Yours too. Now you were not only confused, but also shy.

“He never shuts up about you, you know?” Inseong stepped in to help you, seeing that Rowoon just kept chuckling at your cluelessness. “It’s cute, but he could control himself a bit.” You looked at him like he grew a second head.

“Are you sure?” you asked skeptically. It was hard to believe because after all you were just that - you. It didn’t make any sense, yet your heart was racing in your chest.

“Yeah, pretty sure. Dawon wasn’t exaggerating for once,” Rowoon took mercy on you as well. Although that might’ve been just because Zuho gave up his hunt for Dawon and was walking towards you. The guys left you alone to talk, but he still pulled you out of the room for more privacy. If you still suspected that the guys were lying to you, you didn’t anymore. You just couldn’t when you saw how sheepish Zuho’s become after their teasing.

“y/n, look, I can explain-” he began, but the words got stuck in his throat as you hugged him, nuzzling into his chest. Hesitantly, he put his arms around you as well. You stayed quiet though, cuddling him in silence. He stroked up and down your back as you played with the hair on his nape.

“Okay, please say something because reality is hitting me real hard right now,” he mumbled so quickly you almost couldn’t understand him. You giggled. It was rare to see him this flustered, but you took mercy on him.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked softly, tilting your head so you could look at him.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. I know it’s weird, I just keep talking about you without realizing it,” he sighed, hiding his face into your hair. You couldn’t help but chuckle, the whole situation was so absurd. You shook your head, making him look at you again.

“It’s not weird. I also always think about you. Honestly, I was getting worried that I’m the weird one,” you admitted, now as embarrassed as he was. It was only fair though, you guessed. “But since we’re both so in love, it’s okay, right?” you looked at him hopefully, squeaking in surprise as he kissed you. He wasn’t that big on pda, so you gratefully accepted his kiss, returning with the same passion.

“It’s more than okay,” he smiled against your lips, “As long as you can handle a little teasing every time you come over.”

“Please, those guys would always find a reason to tease. At least this is kind of wholesome,” you laughed softly, kissing him one more time. You both knew it’d be best to join the rest soon. The more time you spent here, the more time they had to plan their next attack. Still, he stopped you just as you were about to open the door to the practice room.

“Do you really think about me when I’m not with you?” he asked quietly. You smiled, stepping closer to him again.

“You have no idea how much. It’s like you’re my whole world. Everything reminds me of you,” you confessed shyly, melting as his eyes softened and he hugged you again. He squeezed you tightly, just for a second before pulling away.

“And am I not your whole world?” he pouted. You smacked his shoulder playfully.

“Come, or I’m sure we’re not gonna survive the teasing,” you chuckled as you pulled him towards the chaos waiting on the other side of the door.

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pairing: baek juho x reader

word count: 529 words

prompt: worried

summary: after waiting patiently for juho to come home, you can’t help but worry as he takes longer than usual

Lazy arms draped around Juho as soon as you saw that he was home, rising up from the sofa to greet him. A light laugh came from Juho from the impact of you coming towards him, wrapping his arms around you too.

“Steady,” he smiled as he felt you press a kiss against his cheek, “what’s going on with you?”

“I was worried about you,” you whispered, glancing up at the clock on the wall, “you never mentioned that you’d be home as late as this.”

Juho could feel the relief in your hold as he held on tightly to you, allowing you the time that you needed to catch your breath and calm yourself down after fretting for quite some time.

“How come you didn’t answer your phone like you usually do?” You then asked him, being able to feel it in the pocket of his jacket that pressed against your chest. “I called and texted.”

“My phone died ages ago,” Juho frowned, pulling away from you so that he could finally meet your eyes, “Taeyang was supposed to come with a phone charger, but he fell asleep instead.”

Your head shook at how typical that was for the boys as Juho walked into your home, pulling you behind him with his hand intertwined in tightly with yours. As he placed his phone down, you could see that it was dead as he pressed the home button, but nothing happened.

“I should have found a different way to tell you that I’d be home late,” Juho sympathised, “I’m sorry for worrying you so much.”

As panicked as you were, that didn’t matter to you anymore as Juho threw himself down on the sofa. He was home, and that was the most important thing as you tried your best to steady your nervous heart back down.

“It’s been such a long day,” Juho commented as you sat down beside him, “they didn’t let us go until everything was done, everyone is just exhausted.”

You could hear in how groggy his voice was that Juho had been worked hard, offering him a smile in reply as he made himself nice and comfortable, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table with a heavy sigh.

“Do you want to head to bed?” You asked, only for Juho’s head to shake back at you.

“Soon,” he told you, “but I think I want to just spend a bit of time here with you before worrying about heading off to bed.”

As he spoke, Juho moved his arm to wrap back around you yet again and pull you down into his side, allowing you to put your feet up too as you snuggled into Juho’s frame.

“How about you? How was your day?” Juho enquired, “aside from having a stupid boyfriend who made you sit at home and wait for me to arrive?”

“Aside from having a stupid boyfriend, my day hasn’t been too bad,” you laughed in reply.

A hand pushed gently against your arm, “I’m allowed to call myself stupid, you’re not allowed to call me stupid.”

“I’m just agreeing with you,” you joked.

“I’ll get you back for saying that.”

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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.”

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Kick It - Baek Juho

Summary: Crimes had increased in Seoul, and you were feeling slightly unsafe. You wanted to change something and asked your best friend Juho to help you out. He was experienced in self-defence methods and was able to teach you some basics. But you didn’t just receive a feeling of safety, but another better gift of life.

Crimes were nothing new. They were happening everywhere in the world. Some countries had it worse others less. But as you saw that the crimes towards women have increased in the country you live in, you decided you need to act.

Not that you were going to change the world, but at least you decided to help yourself out. You knew your best friend Juho was able to do some self-defence tactics, and when you explained you were not feeling safe going through the city, he would help you out for sure.

You decided you wouldn't wait long and asked your best friend right away. Without hesitation, you called him and waited for him to pick up. Usually, Juho never needed a long time to pick up, just like now.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" he joked.

"Well, you actually can do something for me," you responded.

"Oh? I did not expect that. But what is it? Rui, stop trying to steal my food." Juho whined.

You laughed. "Do you even feed your cat? She always acts like she hasn't gotten food for months." you joked.

"I give her enough, (Y/N)," Juho said. "But what is it that I can do for you?"

"Mh, I have my eyes on you and Rui." you chuckled. "Can you teach me some self-defence?"

"Huh? Where does that come from? I mean sure, but that was surprising."

"Well, I saw that more people get attacked which is very unlikely in Seoul, at least in our districts. Anyway, I just want to feel safer, and I know I can do that when I have some self-defence. And I know you can, which means you could teach me." you explained.

"I mean sure, but please know that I am in no way a professional. Have you thought about going to a course?" Juho asked.

"I did, but honestly? I don't feel comfortable with a stranger doing this. Sure, he may be a professional. But Juho, you know how I am with strangers." you pouted even though he could not see it.

"Alright, I know that. If you want, you can come to our company's gym every Friday when we're done with dance practice. I, of course, will let everyone know to let you through." Juho suggested.

"Sounds great to me. Thank you, Juho. Do we start this Friday even though it's in two days?" you wondered.

"If you want yes."

"Yes, please. Then we will see us the day after tomorrow! And Juho, give Rui a treat from me." you cheered.

"That we do. See you! Well, if you insist."

You heard a small cracking sound which was an indication for Rui to get the treat. "Thank you. Now I end the call." you laughed as he laughed and probably shook his head.

 Friday came faster than expected and you were on the way to FNC Entertainment to meet up with Juho to finally learn some basics. You knew that it would take some time to learn everything to the point that you would feel safe, but somehow it already made you feel a bit better about the whole situation.

You entered the agency and walked towards the reception. "Hello, I am -"

"You're (Y/N), Mr Baek is already expecting you. Just head to the elevator and floor 1." she smiled.

"Oh, thank you." you smiled and did, as instructed. Arriving at floor 1, you walked out of the elevator and towards the gym doors and smiled. Youngbin got up as he saw you. "That's my time to leave." he smiled. "Have fun!" Youngbin waved towards you and passed you to leave.

"Youngbin waited for me because I wasn't sure when you would arrive due to traffic," he explained. "Come here and sit down, I start with some basics."

You put your bag to the side with the clean clothing after you were done and sat down in front of him. You were happy that you already put on your gym clothes.

"So, I made a small plan so that you know when you will be done or let's say be able to use the basics." Juho took out a folder and showed you. "We will start this week with Hammer Strike and exercise it until next Friday. You can use this gym freely, I arranged that. We have a mannequin here that you can use to practice it with. On Friday I will see how you do. Then we start with Groin Kick, Heel Pal Strike, Elbow Strike and so on. Every Friday we start a new defence method." Juho explained. "Alright with this?"

"Totally, I mean if I can use this gym freely, and still have you to help, sure."

"I am always just a few walks away." Juho smiled.

"Alright come here, first method 'Hammer Strike'." Juho stood up and helped you up.

He stood you in front of him and took your arm. "Make a fist."

You did a fist and looked expectantly at him. "How will I know that I hit strong enough?"

"You will know on the mannequin. If it falls, you were strong enough." Juho said. "Now you use this fist and hit the opponent with full power against his nose." he motioned on your fist and his nose, but of course without the power. "Now try this on the mannequin."

You walked over to the mannequin and tried it. Juho walked over to you. "Put that foot to the front, shoulder like this." Juho gently took your shoulders and positioned you correctly. Try to hit the nose from below. More in this degree." he showed you again and looked at you.

Again, you redo it and smiled as the mannequin moved. "Oh, I think I can do it." you smiled.

"Good, try that a bit more often now." Juho smiled. "I see if we have to change something else on your posture."

"Okay," you did as Juho told you, and smiled as you were getting better and better.

 Week after Week Juho showed you more methods and you were enjoying it. The problem was that you spent so much time with Juho that you saw a side of him that you hadn't seen before.

Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him, but you saw him as your best friend nothing more. Now he was a man, that you smiled at whenever he was with children and a man that you wanted to see in a suit while you walked down the aisle. You had no idea where this started and how you ended up here, but you had to admit that along the way of endless laughing, and close defence methods you fell in love with your best friend.

As you were arriving in the gym again on your last day you smiled and hoped he would never see that the way you saw him had changed.

"Today, we will use all the methods you learned, except the Groin Kick and Hammer Strike." Juho started.

You stood in front of him. "But where is the mannequin?" you looked around confused.

"You will do everything today on me. Kick me." Juho said, standing in front of you, ready to defend.

"Juho! I can't kick you! You just had a rip injury." you were shocked.

"(Y/N), it's alright." Juho motioned again for you to kick him.

"No way, Juho. Forget it. I learned these methods to use them on idiots and people who should never touch me."

Juho stood normally again. "Alright, if you insist not to use them on me, we got a problem. The mannequin is broken because of Jaeyoon. He practised a bit too strong."

"Oh, and now?"

"Well, either you use them on me, or we have a free evening and could go home and eat something," Juho suggested.

"Damn Juho. I want to use my last lesson. Stand straight, don't you dare not move! Defend yourself, okay?!"

"Understood."

You took a deep breath and started to show the self-defence methods and thankfully, Juho dodged most of them, except for the one kick he missed and you hit his rips full blast. You gasped and ran to him and tried to make him look at you.

"Juho, are you okay?"

"Yes, I am alright. You truly learned well." Juho smiled through the pain.

You cupped his face and studied his eyes if he was lying about the pain intensity. And then you took the shirt and pulled it up without thinking much. You looked at the spot where you hit him and still saw a small bruise from the rib injury. "I hit you right there?"

Juho nodded and looked at you. "I am okay, (Y/N)."

"No, I hit you." you pouted and stroked over the injury, and you could swear Juho tensed and stopped breathing.

You looked up and saw him looking at you, but not like he used to. It was different as well. Could it be possible that it wasn't only your feelings that have changed? Should you take the risk and confess, or should you wait?

Juho just looked at you and you saw his eyes wander down to your lips. You totally forgot that you still had your hand on his injury, but you were somehow caught in this moment.

Juho took a deep breath. "God, don't let me be wrong about this," he murmured before he leaned towards you and cupped your face. "You have learned self-defence. Use them if I am wrong." Juho whispered onto your lips before he connected his with them. 

Juho expected you to push him away, but instead, he felt your hand wander to his back, and the other hand into his hair. He also felt yourself deepening the kiss. He pulled you closer but before he could continue kissing you, the door opened and he stopped, looking up to look straight at Youngbin. He expected him to scream and ask how he dared to start a relationship, but that man was smirking.

Juho and you looked at Youngbin walking over to you. "Sorry, I feel very bad destroying this lovebird mode, but the CEO called, we have to go to the office. Because of my military enlistment and the future of SF9."

Juho nodded. "Alright. I'll be there in five minutes."

"Counting," Youngbin shouted as he left the gym.

You turned to Juho. "Go there. I will go home and maybe we can still do the dinner and movie part?" you smiled.

"And talk about what happened because I saw you not pulling away," Juho added.

"That too, yes." you smiled.

Juho walked to the door but turned around to give you another kiss, a shorter one but also a great one. "Message me when you're home. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I will." you smiled as you watched him leave.

 You couldn't comprehend what just happened, but you were happy, nevertheless. Even though you haven't talked about it yet, you were now sure that it wasn't one-sided. And that Juho started to feel the same way along the way of practising and spending time together. You were excited about the future and grateful that life gave you Juho.

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[divinefireangel]

Hi! New person here! Your writings are on another level ❣🕺💃 but I was wanting to know if I could request a 🌌Possesive bf 🌌🥴Zuho ver.🥴 Please 🙏 also could it be with a little bit of a size kink? His deep voice got me acting up🤚😩

Thank you for your kind words boo 🥺.

I'm in my Zuho feels cause of the performance, don't touch me.

Baby his deep voice is all I need to go on omg

Warnings: 18+ and female anatomy. Zuho and his deep voice. I've tried to add size kink as much, but I'm not sure if the message got conveyed 💀. Fingering (F), neck kissing & biting. Edging. Riding. Scratching, a lil. Dirty talk. Praising. Lmk if I need to add more.

Ju is a calm dude most of the time

All he needs is your attention and affection

So naturally he'd feel possessive when he wants your loving but you are busy or doing something with someone else

He'd let it go for some time but not too long though

Literally pulls you away from the conversation you were having and takes you to some place private

It doesn't usually lead to sex every time, just reassurances and cuddles

Only when the person you were speaking with seemed too friendly, that's when it's gonna go to sex

He'd stare down at you with angry eyes

Though his anger was toward someone else he'd use it to fuel his desire for you

One look at him and you'd melt, heat rising to your cheeks at his intense look

Rushing home you'd be the first to undress cause you know he likes it

He's gonna try to pretend he doesn't need your attention that much, be it's the opposite

He wants to feel you, feel as close to you as physically possible

He'd take his time to come the the bedroom, but don't worry

Shirt is gone

Caresses your jaw before grabbing your face with both his hands, bending down to kiss you

The kiss is so needy, wet, sloppy yet sexy enough to make your knees weak

Pulling away, he'd push you down on the bed, hovering your frame as you fall

One hand on the back of your neck, making sure you keep looking at him the whole while his other hand cascades it's way down your body

Playing a small kiss on your lips, he'd move his face next to your ear

"Do you not know that you're mine? Or did you forget? "

Gulping you can't help but bite your lip, his words and deep, slow voice making you want him more

Making you so wet you're close enough to pleasure yourself in front of him

His fingers tap your inner thighs, your legs spread open to let him situate himself between them comfortably

Lips find your neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin, occasionally sucking it hard, just the way he knows you like

His wandering hand reaches your slit, rubbing your folds open

Sighs into your neck at how you're literally dripping on his fingers

"So wet for me baby. Want me to make you cum? "

Desperately nodding your head, your hands would reach for his face, wanting to feel his lips on your again

As your lips connect together, his fingers enter you at once, going knuckle deep in you,

Curling them, the fingertips graze your sensitive g-spot

Gasping in his mouth, your hands grab his back, pulling him close to you

Breaking the kiss he sucks on your lower lip, hearing your moans that go straight to his cock

He continues to finger you, moving them in and out, the way he'd like his cock to move, curling them whenever he wants

Smirking when you clench your walls around them, he removes his fingers from your pussy

Licks them clean while undoing his pants

Climbs the bed, sitting himself comfortably with his back to the headboard

"Ride me. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock. " he orders as he pumps himself

Hurrying to sit on his lap, your hands find his shoulders

Lips find his neck, kissing him up to his ear

Slowly you sink down on him, moaning his name in his ear

His hands roughly grip your hips, slamming his cock up into you, entering his full length in you at once

Screaming his name mixed with curse words you pull at his hair

When you finally begin to ride him up and down, his hand slips to your clit, stroking it as the same pace as your hips

Suddenly moves his hips up to meet you halfway

Increasing the pace he fucks you by keeping you in place

Grunts and growls feeling how wet you are

At how your arousal is leaking down you thighs and some is going on his as well

Scratching down his chest you scream when he hits the right spot multiple times

"You're gonna cum for me baby? "

Doesn't give you a chance to answer as his fingers start doing fast eights on your clit

His lips find your neck after he finally feels your walls tightening around his dick

Legs trembling as you finally orgasm, letting yourself fall on him

Rubs your back to calm you from the shockwaves

Feels content with you so close to him

Smiles when he feels you pepper little kisses on his neck and collarbone from your place between his neck and shoulder

"My sleepy baby. You did so good. "

[babysubinnie]

anything but a rebound // kim youngkyun (hwiyoung) - requested

👼 pairing:: kim youngkyun (hwiyoung) x reader 👼 genre:: fluff, angst (ish) 👼 based on this anon::  i really love all ur writings! i saw that u whipped for hwiyoung sf9 😏. can i request about him please? he whipped me too 👍 👼 summary:: going through a breakup is hard but when the person to help you out of the breakup is your one and only ult bias hwiyoung, something is bound to happen. especially when there’s alcohol involved. 

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that night, the person that i didn't ever want to leave my side, the person that was there for me since the very beginning had told me that he didn't want to see me anymore. my boyfriend for at least 5 years. i had both earbuds in as i walked down the hallway to the vending machines, taking a quick look at the options. no alcohol. but why would they have alcohol at a hotel vending machine? as i was standing in front of the vending machine i realized i had no makeup on. well actually, i cried it all off, then wiped it off. my eyes were swollen and i had no protection if i were to bump into a cute guy.

"do you need a drink?" i leaned up against the machine and someone stood in front of me. i was staring at the ground thinking about what i could do right now. i looked up to meet eyes with sf9's hwiyoung. i didn't know what to do. i was in the middle of the hotel hallway with hwiyoung, not to mention I looked like complete shit.

"yes." i nodded biting my lip avoiding all eye contact because i was insanely embarrassed. there was nothing more embarrassing than this. i was going to their concert tomorrow. TOMORROW. that was the only reason i stayed at the hotel for the night so i could go to the concert the next day.

he looked around to see if there was anyone around and grabbed my wrist pulling me into his room. chani was in the room and i automatically ran into the bathroom. i almost screamed because chani was in the room, chani and hwiyoung are both my biases since forever and now you’re telling me i’m in the same room as both of them.

"who was that? you didn’t tell me you had a girl?" he screamed before walking over to where i was and leaned his head on the door frame smirking at me. he looked me up and down putting his hands in his pockets before turning to look at hwiyoung who was opening the fridge.

"she's not that pretty though. she's pretty but not that pretty." he commented while looking at hwiyoung before turning to look me up and down again. my mouth dropped open and i walked over to him stopping when we were shoulder to shoulder.

"you're not that good looking either." i shrugged scoffing then walked over to hwiyoung who was sitting on the bed. chani turned around laughing before rolling his eyes. why in the world would I say that to the world's most gorgeous maknae?

"i'm going over to rowoon. you guys are boring me already. nice meeting you hwiyoung’s girlfriend.” he smirked then took a bottle of soju before walking out of the room.

"sit." hwiyoung smiled at me opening the soju bottle before handing it to me. as i took it out of his hand, i bit my lip and sat down next to him. in all my years of stanning sf9, i never would have thought that i would be drinking with one of the members.

"you're an idol but you have this much alcohol in your room? are you trying to get in trouble?" i sounded like a mom but honestly i was just trying to make conversation. the only reason i said this was because he brought out a case of soju and put it on chani’s bed. i looked at him with wide eyes while he laughed.

"you know me well." he rolled his eyes replying to me sarcastically before taking a bottle for himself and two shot glasses handing one to me. i laughed shaking my head bringing the bottle to my lips. his eyes widened as he watched me chug majority of the bottle.

"exactly. what if i was a stalker that was waiting for one of you guys to come out?" i shrugged putting the bottle in my lap glancing up at him to see what his reaction to my comment would be. he rolled his eyes not even bothering to look up at me taking a shot.

"you clearly aren't." he shrugged while i continued to drink straight out of the bottle because i definitely didn't expect him to reply with that. after that, he didn’t ask me why i was drinking this much or if i was okay.

"and just like that you know me that well huh?" i started to giggle and i leaned back onto the bed on my elbows still keeping eye contact with him. we then just started talking, and drinking and eventually we were so drunk that we didn't even know what we were talking about. the rest of the night was a blur.

i woke up to two arms holding me tightly with his hands rested at my waist. i looked up and it was hwiyoung. i fucking fell asleep in hwiyoung's arms. kim youngkyun. from sf9. i was just as shocked as i was last night when he found me standing in the middle of the hallway. i tried to get out of bed but i couldn’t because his grip was too strong. my head was pounding and i felt like i was dying.

i looked over at hwiyoung and he looked so peaceful sleeping there. i went through all of the events that happened to make sure i didn't do anything bad. it all started with me in the hallway, then he brought me to his room, chani was called me pretty but not really, and we drank. that was it. i didn't remember anything else. just as i was about to get out of the bed as a second try, but hwiyoung grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his arms.

"this is the first time that i've gotten to hold a girl like this. let me hold you for longer." he wrapped both arms around me and held me tight. my heart fluttered at every word that he said. i nodded into the crook of his neck smiling to look up at him after nodding.

"y/n, i won't treat you like your boyfriend did. i'll treat you like a princess. i'm never going to let you go." he pulled away to look at my face and as i made eye contact with him, i blushed bright red. he smiled before pressing his lips to mine then moving to hover over top of me to kiss me again.

"hwiyoung!" all 8 boys slammed the door open and invaded the room before they froze in one spot when they saw the two of us in bed together.

"holy shit, chani did they sleep together?" youngbin laughed with zuho while looking at chani. embarrassing as this situation was, i covered myself with the blanket peeking at hwiyoung who was just as embarrassed but still confident. he laughed and pulled the blanket off to show just my eyes.

"how would I know? i was with rowoon all night." chani laughed shrugging after glancing at the two of us winking at me in the process. i scoffed remembering what he had said to me last night.

"glad you went-" just as hwiyoung was about to expose the two of us, i covered his mouth telling him to cut it out before i realized that i had just shut hwiyoung up so i covered myself with the blanket again to hide from my ults, but i heard hwiyoung laughing from outside the blanket. this man is going to kill me.

"they're so cute. i ship." inseong laughed to taeyang while the hwiyoung was still trying to lift the blanket off of me. i took the blanket down so you could only see my eyes, and i was looking at sf9. this was real. i glanced at hwiyoung and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"all 9 members are here in the same room as you. you won't get this chance again, baby."

[inseongsfoxybae]

20 angst with zuho please👀

Of course, babe. Hope you like it 😘

20. Can I come over?

ANGST under the cut

Juho: Can I come over?

You: Yes.

You couldn't believe when you read that message. And, the worst of all, you couldn't believe your answer.

And, now, here you are, on the same room, sitting on the same couch, but on opposite sides, staring down at your laps, unable to look at each other.

The silence between you is heavy and unbearable, the unsaid words scratching your throat, stuck there like a bomb about to explode and destroy everything around.

"Is there anything we still can do?", Juho breaks the silence, his deep voice only above a whisper as to not disturb the balance of the universe.

"About what?", you ask, emotionless, suffocated.

"Us."

"There's no 'us' anymore. It's just Y/N. It's just Juho. Not me and you", you murmur, nails digging in your palms.

"Don't you feel anything for me anymore?", Juho questions, his head turning in hope to meet your eyes, but your look is still fixed on your lap.

"No", you say, trying to convince him that it's true, trying to convince yourself that it's true.

"Liar", he spills the word like a grow, his rough tone catching your attention and making you look at him. When you turn your face to the side, you find him just millimeters away from you, his soft and warm breath on your lips, his eyes locked with yours.

He doesn't kiss you yet because he doesn't do anything without your permission. He just stays there, quiet, observing your surprised expression so close to his face. His eyes talk all the words his mouth can't, screaming that he's sorry and that he's still love you.

You are too shocked to move, you can't hardly breathe, but your eyes talk with his and there's understanding on your quiet conversation. Understanding and guilty, showing off both of your broken hearts.

There's also forgiveness, even after everything you've done or haven't done to each other. And, at last but not less important, there's love, that feeling that heals our pain and makes us stronger.

You kiss him and his lips embrace yours like the softest skin, the purest touch and the most passionate word.

Neither of you know what is going to happen after. Will you make up? Or is this your last kiss? Are you gonna back together? Or is this a goodbye?

But this moment, right here, right now, when your lips are slowly dancing together and his body is leaning towards yours and your minds are intoxicated with each other, that's all the matters.

If only you knew how to live the now from the beginning, maybe you would never have ended up like this: broken and hurt.

[tobesensation-9]

Heyyyy could I request something with Zuho where the reader is having a really bad day so Zuho comforts her and makes her feel better ? Thank you!!

Like I do with all my writings, I try my best to put emotions and things I'm currently feeling into my writings so you guys can enjoy it.

I also hope this is to your liking. Something short and sweet 😊.

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From the moment you woke up to the moment you trudged into your bedroom, you thought the day couldn’t have been any worse. But it had an interesting way of taking on the challenge, proving it would do just that. You plopped on your bed fighting back tears.

"Shit," is all you whisper to yourself while trying to stop the tears from rolling down your face with your arm. It was draped over your forehead, now over your eyes as the warm tears seeped into your shirt sleeve. You've been working on not being so hard on yourself for the mistakes you made or the things you couldn't control. But it didn't stop you from getting emotional altogether.

You heard your doorbell ring. After jumping up confused, you quickly wiped your tears once you remembered that it was Juho. He said he was coming over after you came home from work. Once you dried your face clean, you walked and opened the door.

He smiles at you but it gradually drops.

"What's wrong?"

You forced a smile, "Just a rough day."

He steps closer to you and hugs you tightly. Strangely the tighter he hugged you, the more your face became hot, and the quicker the tears came back. He caressed your back when he heard you sniffling, fighting back the tears that were coming back.

“It’s okay. You made it through it that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah,” you giggle as the tears started to stream down again.

“Well I’m here, so the day will have to try twice as hard to ruin the night now.”

[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

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[synthetickitsune]

Champagne | Zuho | (m)

Summary: With his promotions over, you decide that Zuho deserves a reward and a chance to unwind after all his hard work. Word count: 5k Summary: smut, dom/sub, overstimulation ♫ Champaign - Zuho

The stars in the dark night sky were breathtaking. Lonely and cold up there, looking down at the bustling life of humans. Goosebumps covered your skin as you pondered on the balcony, head tilted upwards to watch the tiny bright dots. When you lowered your head though, the view wasn’t all that different - thousands and thousands of glowing dots and bright veins crossing the city, filling the air with the sound of cars passing by and other noises that were proof that despite the late hour, Seoul was still alive with action.

You took another sip from the glass in your hand, nose wrinkling at the taste. You weren’t one to drink alcohol, maybe in a company where it was expected, but even then you tried your best to avoid it. Just a personal preference for sweeter drinks that won’t influence your mind and make you feel sick. Tonight, however, was special.

Your lovely boyfriend finally finished the promotion period for his group’s latest comeback and was coming back home for a few days at least. It was a huge success so you figured celebration was in order. And as you were wondering about the best way to appreciate him and congratulate him, his voice kept resonating inside your mind.

Kiss my lips with champagne.

Hence your current position, alone on the balcony in a short dress, sipping champagne from a fragile glass decorated with a frozen strawberry, waiting for your lover to return home.

You didn’t have to wait long at all. Just as you finished the glass, you heard the lock turning. Smile naturally bloomed on your lips but you stayed put. The night was too beautiful to turn your back on. Freezing, but beautiful. Perhaps it was the alcohol but you could almost imagine a thin layer of frost forming on your skin.

And you could also imagine it melting away as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your body from behind and your back was pressed against an equally warm muscular chest. His hot breath fanned your neck as he nuzzled into your shoulder.

“No welcome home?” Zuho murmured against your skin, kissing along your bare shoulder. You shivered and who knows whether it was because of his actions or his deep voice.

“Welcome home,” you purred back obediently, your smile growing as he gently made you turn around. He studied your face curiously, gently touching one of your cheeks with the back of his hand. You leaned into the touch, skin warm despite the chill of the night. His eyes then fell to the glass in your hands. Gingerly, he pried it out of your hands and brought it to his nose. He inhaled, no doubt smelling the lingering scent of alcohol. He put the glass down on the balcony railing and quirked a brow at you in silent question.

Instead of replying, you leaned closer, standing on your tiptoes. You brushed your nose against his, smile growing again as you closed the space between you and kissed him deeply. Your lips melted together easily, but you wanted more - needed more. You slipped your tongue inside his mouth, letting him taste the bitter sweetness of the champagne you were drinking. 

He groaned against your mouth, hands on either side of your body, gripping the railing and effectively trapping you. You held his face gently, thumbs brushing against his skin and tilting his face to keep the kiss as deep as you liked. But although you may have had some power, he was in charge. Even as you struggled to breathe, he kept kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and easily dominating you. Only when your knees began to give up did he pull away to let you fill your lungs with air. He stayed close, however, eyes fixated on yours until you met his gaze.

“What were you doing drinking alone?” he questioned, firm yet soft. When you didn’t answer quickly enough, one of his hands took your chin between his fingers, stroking the sensitive skin of your jaw to encourage you.

“I just wanted to surprise you,” you admitted in the end, biting your lip. He nodded for you to continue, his dark eyes boring into your soul. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I mean about your song,” you continued, hoping he’d get the hint. He did, lips stretching into a lazy smirk. He pressed his lips against yours again in a single kiss, that left you struggling for breath nonetheless.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his body impossibly close to yours. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, the firmness of his body and his desire. You smiled, nuzzling into his neck while your hands snaked around his waist.

“I can be even better, I just need orders to follow,” you purred, kissing along his neck. He growled, one hand immediately grabbing your neck. Not strongly enough to choke, but firmly enough to make you pay attention to his every word.

Your lips were parted with soft pants. He raised his other hand, thumb brushing against your lower lip. You accepted his challenge, taking the finger into your mouth and gently sucking on the digit even as he pressed down on your tongue.

“Hmm, I think I might work with this,” he said thoughtfully as he let you go, stepping away from you.

“I want you in the bedroom. All pretty and naked, kneeling in front of the bed, got it?” he looked at you expectantly, only satisfied when you answered a quiet ‘yes, sir’ and he allowed you to leave. He didn’t mind the low volume, not yet. He will make sure you scream plenty for him tonight, after all.

To give you enough time to prepare, he took the glass to the kitchen sink and washed it, admiring the way the water cascaded over the glass. There was nothing sensual about it and yet he could imagine his hands exploring your body just as smoothly. He turned the water off, sure you had about enough time to undress - and then again if not, it would also be fun.

He moved through the apartment silently. He hoped you wouldn’t hear his steps getting closer, and it seemed his wish was granted. 

The bedroom door was open just a crack and your form could be seen through the space. Despite the arousal pumping in his veins and sensual mood he couldn’t help but smile lovingly at your kneeling form. You were so obedient, naked and waiting just for him. Had you not riled him up, he would make love to you through the night. But no, you had to spark the dominance in him, submit to him so willingly that he couldn’t resist you. He licked his lips. He really couldn’t wait any longer to have you at his mercy.

Zuho stepped into the room, living for the little jerk your body did in surprise. You kept your head bowed, just the way he liked. His hand brushed against your skin as he circled around you, fingers caressing your shoulders, until they hooked under your chin, making you look up. Your eyes met his, giving a shy smile, before they fell to his lips. He noticed, of course he did, and smirked.

“You have to work for it, love,” he said with amusement, watching as you shifted impatiently, waiting for his orders. He tilted your head to one side, then to the other, testing your patience. Little did you know that he was addicted to your lips as much as you were to his.

“Take my clothes off, and treat me well, alright?” he licked his lips, withdrawing his hands from your body.

“As you wish, sir,” you purred, hands gently sliding up his legs and then down again, stroking all over. You missed touching him, missed being together. But his order was clear, so you let your hands slide up all the way to his belt. You raised yourself on your knees, nuzzling to his inner thigh. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, a clear warning. You smiled mischievously, but you really did plan to be good tonight. You followed his non-verbal lead and straightened up to be facing the bulge in his pants, licking your lips.

“Since you’re so playful tonight, you can do this without hands, right?” he mocked, his hand still firmly tangled into your hair.

What other choice did you have but obey? But first, you decided to tease him some more, mouthing along the visible line of his dick. You stuck out your tongue and flattened it against the fabric, leaving a trail of saliva on the dark material. Feeling playful indeed, you turned your attention to where his tip would be, sucking lightly and then very carefully using your teeth to scratch against his clothed member. He growled, gripping your hair tightly in warning.

“I think you’re taking too long already. Test me more and you’re not cumming,” he hissed at you. To give him credit though, he unbuckled his belt for you and even popped the button open.

He could be joking, you told yourself, but something in Zuho's eyes made you absolutely sure he’s not and it would be for the best to just listen to him. So you did, even as you winced at the metal taste that invaded your mouth as you pulled down his zipper. You looked at him for approval and he nodded, so you pushed the pants down his long legs. And since his order wasn’t clear enough, you allowed yourself a bit more fun. 

He eyed you warily when your lips made contact with his cock through the fabric again. You kissed and sucked along the tenting line, but you didn’t test your luck. Your hands hooked under the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down as well quickly. Afterall, half of the fun was actually tasting him.

But you needed to be good for him, you reminded yourself. It wasn’t easy to resist when he was right in front of you, hard and just the right size to suck on. You stuck out your tongue, licking his head first. Then you made your way down his length, coating it in saliva. His dick was heavy on your tongue and it only made you more impatient. But you weren’t the only one.

“Baby, you’re very good for me, but I really need your mouth. Right now.” 

You forgot about his hand in your hair, only remembering when he pulled on it, guiding you so you’d take him into your mouth. You obeyed, humming happily as he thrusted inside softly. Your tongue traced the vein on the underside while you hollowed your cheeks as he pushed deeper into your mouth. Stilling for a moment, he stroked your cheek with his free hand. You winked at him, letting him know you were alright. He smirked, loosening his grip on your hair to give you some freedom about your movements.

You pulled away until only his tip remained in your mouth and gave it a little suck. Then you took more of him into your mouth and teased him with your tongue. Your eyes met his. His pupils were blown, eyes dark with lust. You held the eye contact even as you took him fully into your mouth again, hands folded in your lap as he liked it. He groaned. He was impatient and you took his threat seriously, so you started to bob on his length slowly, meaning to pick up the pace after a while, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Oh no, baby, I know you can do much better,” he smirked, but he did allow you some seconds to catch up and relax your throat as he kept you in place. You became putty in his hold. It was easier, and he loved it. 

His thrusts were slow and careful at first, allowing you to get used to the change. You were on your best behavior, never breaking your eye contact with him. You kept your tongue pressed against him, occasionally surprising him with a suck or a moan. The groans that escaped him were well-worth the harsh thrusts that followed. 

“If that’s how you wanna play,” he growled. His hold on your hair got firmer, keeping you in place perfectly. Your knees were beginning to hurt but you knew this was only a start.

Without a warning, he thrusted inside your mouth, pushing his entire length in. You gagged, tears forming in your eyes and easily spilling over.

“Aw, baby,” he mocked as he pulled out and thrusted back inside, making you gag again. His pace was quick and it took you some time before you got used to it and relaxed. By that time your cheeks were wet and your mascara ruined, no doubt leaving dark trails on your skin. But that only seemed to spur him on to fuck your throat harder. Your jaw was getting sore too but you wouldn't dare complain. 

His breathing was getting erratic as he kept thrusting into your mouth, your answering moans and whines around him to drive him crazy. And your beautiful teary eyes, looking at him with so much adoration even as he abused your throat… He knew he wouldn’t last long like that so he gave you a few last deep and quick thrusts and pulled away from you. You finally took a proper breath. You were sniffing but you didn’t dare to wipe off your tears. No, that was his job. He loved to see you trusting, vulnerable for him, nearly as much as he loved comforting you after he was done breaking you into pieces.

“Come clean me up,” he pulled you closer again by your hair. You didn’t waste any time, obediently licking his shaft. Your tongue lapped up any precum or saliva coating his dick, especially his still leaking slit. His sharp look stopped you from sucking on him again, though, however much you’d love him to shoot his load down your throat.

“On the bed. Lay on your back,” he let go of your hair, watching hungrily as you crawled onto the sheets, doing as he told you.

You laid back, hands fidgeting with the fabric under your palms. He unbuttoned his shirt, amused by the way you pressed your thighs together. He couldn’t wait to see how wet you were for him without him even touching you. He took off the last piece of clothing and climbed in after you, his body hovering above yours. You were trapped, his hands on either side of your head, his thighs pressed against yours and his hard length twitching against your stomach.

He cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to meet your gaze. He wiped your tears away before kissing you. It was soft at first but it soon grew hungry and possessive, his teeth tugging at your lip.

“You alright, love?” he asked, brushing his nose against yours.

“Yeah, having fun,” you smiled softly, “May I touch you?” 

“For now,” he returned the smile, kissing you again. Without hesitation, you hugged his waist. But you were too wild, your heart beating too fast to cuddle. You caressed his back, scratching slightly and dragging your nails down as his tongue entered your mouth. He groaned, pushing your body into the mattress. His hand let go of your cheek, instead stroking down your body until he reached your abdomen. You were wriggling under him, trying to escape his teasing. He smirked into the kiss. You had no chance of getting away. 

“Shhh, you should be grateful, I’m just returning the favor,” he cooed as his fingers slipped between your folds. He gasped mockingly at your wetness, giving you a dark look. “Look how wet you are,” he murmured in his low voice, “And you didn’t want me to touch you?”

As if to show how stupid that decision was, he pressed his fingers against your clit. Just the slightest pressure was enough to make you whine pathetically, your thighs jerking. He rubbed circles around your sensitive bud, then allowed you to focus on breathing as he dragged his fingers up and down your wetness. Your muscles relaxed for a second, before he went right back to teasing you. You arched your back. Bad choice. He leaned down, catching one of your nipples in his mouth. You choked on a moan.

While he sucked on your nipple, his fingers slid down your core again, only this time they entered you. You moaned in unison, the added vibrations making you dig your nails into his back. He knew what he was doing very well, setting his pace intentionally slow. You were frustrated, letting him know with your whines and needy touches. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, letting go of your nipple and gently scraping his teeth over the skin on your neck. When you just gave him a confused look, he scoffed. “Hands off, baby.” 

You saw the effort it took for him not to coo at your puppy eyes as you let your hands fall from his body, instead fisting in the sheets under you. At least he rewarded you nicely by increasing the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you. You closed your eyes with a satisfied sigh. Ignoring his chuckle, you tried not to worry about what he was planning. You focused on the pleasure he was giving you while he was willing to give it.

His thumb found your clit, drawing a cry out of your lips. You opened your eyes just a crack to see Zuho watching you. He was enjoying the show, licking his lips as he dove down to kiss you, to swallow all the delicious sounds you were making. His fingers were working you fast now, his mind set on getting you off quickly. That was a red flag but you couldn’t care less.

His fingers curled inside you. You jerked under him, but it was futile. He wouldn’t let you get away from him, not until he was satisfied. With each thrust, his fingers brushed against your sensitive spot and he wouldn’t ease his brutal pace even as you kept whimpering against his lips. You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening. You were tense, on the verge of climax but as you got closer, he slowed his pace just enough to take the edge off, lazily curling his fingers to keep you worked up, but not enough to give you release.

“Please,” you begged, eyes almost watering in frustration after he’s done it the second time.

“I don’t know, baby,” he purred into your ear, “If I let you cum, will you handle me as well?” He knew you weren’t able to think about the consequences, the implications of his words and that you’d just dumbly nod, agreeing to whatever he said as long as he’ll let you see stars, but that was part of the fun. He kissed your temple, fulfilling his promise.

You could cry when his fingers finally fell into the fast rhythm again, his thumb circling your clit with just enough pressure and soon your thighs were jerking against him, whole body tense as a string as you came undone. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, which he always appreciated. He helped you through your high, gently cooing at you, kissing down your collarbones. 

But he wouldn’t stay nice for long, for as soon as you caught your breath, you felt him align his cock with your entrance.

“Babe- wait,” you tried to protest but he looked at you with an amused smirk and you realized you might’ve fucked up.

“No, baby, you said you can take me afterwards. No backing down now,” he winked at you playfully and slowly pushed inside, filling you to the brim. You cried out, your voice breaking. You were too sensitive and he wasn’t holding back either. Without giving you much time to adjust, he set a punishing pace that felt both like heaven and hell to your overstimulated nerves. His thrusts were quick and deep, hitting your spot again and again, making tears pool in your eyes. 

“Shh, you’re doing great,” he murmured against your neck, his voice almost a growl. You wouldn't know, but he was fighting back the urge to senselessly fuck you without a care. You were so tight, so perfect as if you were made for him. He cupped your cheek. He stroked your skin gently, polar opposite of his harsh thrusts and curses that left his lips. You leaned into his touch, brows furrowed as you tried to hold in your whimpers. It wasn’t painful, well not enough to beat the pleasure, but it was a lot. You clenched around him, earning a beautiful deep moan from him. You buried your face into his neck, much like he was doing, hiding his face in yours. 

It was comforting to have him this close, reassuring you of his love even as his thrusts were hard and you knew you’d be sore tomorrow. You wrapped your legs around his hips, allowing him to fuck you deeper and better. You craved the torturous pleasure as much as your body screamed to get away. You felt him sucking on your neck, but you held back the urge to mark him back, knowing he wouldn’t be happy if you did. But maybe it wouldn’t hurt?

You couldn’t hold that thought for long.

His hips snapped against yours at a particular angle that made the tears in your eyes overflow. You forgot how to breathe. Amused and smug at your reaction, Zuho made sure to abuse that spot, fucking you into the mattress so good you felt like you were melting. Your knuckles were white and your grip on the sheets would be painful if you could feel anything but pleasure. It felt like you were losing your mind. Nothing existed, only the feeling deep in your insides - the feeling of him ravaging you because you were his and his only. You were too sensitive so you kept clenching around him, which in turn drove him crazy as well.

His self-control, however, was excellent and he was set on not coming before he makes you come undone again first. But seeing your face twist and your heat clench around him, he struggled not to let go. You felt so good, and your moans in his ears were the sweetest music.

Little did he know that his own moans were pushing you dangerously close to your second orgasm, the tension in your tummy growing with each of his precise thrusts. You always loved his voice and today he didn’t hold back at all. You couldn’t remember the last time he was this vocal but you loved it. And with the way he was pumping in and out of you, you didn’t last long. More tears fell down your cheeks and your voice broke in a moan as you came, squeezing him with your walls.

You heard him curse into your ear, but more than that you felt his thrusts getting faster, overstimulating you further. You couldn’t speak, some incoherent mess left your lips but he shut you up with a rough kiss, chasing his own high. Consciousness was slipping from your grasp, you felt it. Your body couldn’t take it anymore, not with how rough he fucked you. His moves were getting sloppy, he was close. You fought to take it, to feel him and endure his sweet torture even as you whimpered and cried for him. His kisses grew gentle, caring and with few last erratic thrusts he spilled into you with a deep groan against your lips.

He rocked into you gently through his climax, shushing you with kisses and sweet whispers, finally collapsing on top of you. His weight on you was soothing, grounding you back into your body. He was careful not to crush you, though, and soon pushed himself up on his arms again, leaning up to kiss you sweetly. 

“I love you,” he said lowly, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too,” you sniffled, making him chuckle with a sheepish smile. He wiped your tears away with his thumb, gently stroking your cheeks.

“You were so good for me, you took me so well,” he praised, brushing his nose against yours, “Are you alright?”

You gave a little nod, but he felt your uncertainty. Carefully he pulled out, sitting back to check on you. He saw your hands still holding on the sheets thighly and he eased your fingers away from the fabric. He brought your hands to his lips, tenderly kissing your white, numb knuckles. You winced when you tried extending your fingers, so he patiently helped you, massaging your rigid digits. When he was satisfied, he laid back down, pulling you into his chest. You whined in pain, curling into his warm body.

“Shh, I’m here. I will take care of you,” he reassured, stroking your back. He pulled a blanket over you, after quickly checking it didn’t become a collateral damage in your previous activities.

“How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” he kissed your forehead, waiting patiently for an answer. You took your time, allowing yourself to relax first. It was fairly easy with his soothing scent surrounding you and his strong arms around you, protecting you from the world. You shook your head no but waited a while longer with your answer.

“I’m fine, just sore,” you murmured in the end, not feeling like talking much. 

“Wanna have a bath? I’ll make it nice and warm for you, clean you up, what do you say?” he nuzzled into your hair, hugging you closer to him. You nodded, feeling almost childish joy at the prospect of a hot bath.

“But you need to get in with me,” you pouted, making him chuckle at your cuteness.

“Deal,” he promised, as if he didn’t plan on bathing with you anyway. 

He stayed true to his word and took care of you, picking you up bridal style and carefully transporting you into the bathroom. He sat you on his lap, holding you safely against him as he waited for the tub to fill. You clung to him like a little koala, nuzzling into his neck, making him even softer for you. He made sure to kiss the top of your head often and to caress your back while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You rubbed against him like a cat, making it impossible for him to hide the adoring smile on his lips.

When the tub was full of warm water, he laid you inside gently before sitting behind you. You quickly cuddled up back to him. He sighed happily, pulling you closer. The water seemed to help you recover. He could see it in your eyes, staring at him so lovingly he felt his ears turning red.

“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?” he asked again, worried that he’s indeed hurt you or crossed a line.

“I’m sure. If I was uncomfortable, I’d tell you,” you reassured him, kissing his lips, “I enjoyed it, you made me feel so good.” He relaxed, returning your kiss. His lips massaged yours gently, moving slowly to enjoy the peaceful moment. You only pulled away when you needed to yawn, shooting him an apologetic look. 

“Let’s just clean up quickly and we can go to sleep,” he smiled and you gratefully accepted. He wouldn’t let you move, however, taking care of everything himself. He rubbed soap onto your skin, gently stroking your body as he washed you, tickling your sides when he reached there just to make you giggle. Contrary to all the care he devoted to washing you, he just washed himself quickly, making funny faces at you to keep you entertained and awake. And after a short while, he helped you out of the tub and wrapped you in a fluffy towel. 

“Can we sleep naked, please? I want to feel you,” you asked cutely, and how could he deny you? He also wanted to have you against him without annoying fabric between your bodies.

“Anything you want, kitten,” he kissed your nose and helped you dry off, then patting himself dry with his towel so he could join you in bed. You ran away from him before he could scoop you in his arms again but he was quick and you were moving slowly due to the burning pain in your lower body, so he managed to at least stop you with a hug before you could jump into the bed that still needed some cleaning. 

He changed the sheets quickly, smiling warmly when he returned into the bedroom to see you cuddled in the fresh sheets, making grabby gestures at him as soon as he stepped into the room. He happily obliged, slipping under the covers and hugging you close. You purred, nosing along his jaw and pressing a few quick pecks there. He melted around you, nibbling on your neck very gently because he knew it would tickle you. You squirmed in his hold, playfully fighting against him until he took mercy on you and connected his lips to yours. Your toes curled in pleasure at the soft kiss, your hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast under your palms. It betrayed just how whipped he was for you, beating quicker as you pulled away and kissed over his face.

“Good night to you too, love,” he smiled softly, tucking you under his chin.

“Good night,” you yawned, snuggling closer into the safety that was him. Before you fell asleep though, you felt him stroking your face tenderly, slowly. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that he was looking at you like you were his entire world.