genre. fluff.
warnings. kissing. reader and dawon are married.
pairing. husband!dawon x wife!reader.
wc. 1.1k.
a/n. surprise i also write for sf9 (no one is surprised atp i start writing for new groups every day skdjks) also i think i discovered that shampoo is like the best smelling thing in the world so... yeah 👍 that was the whole idea of this fic ksjdks
“Come back, you smell good!” Your husband whined, already wrapped up in the sheets. You laughed, shaking your head at his clinginess. He really was like a child at times.
“I’m just going to brush my teeth, babe. It’ll only take two minutes.” You called back to him, already in the bathroom. He pouted at your response and fell back onto the pillows. 2 minutes felt like a long time, especially when he had just gotten back from a long business trip. It was late now, and all Sanghyuk wanted to do was cuddle under the covers with you as soon as possible.
There were many little things that had made him fall in love with you. It wasn’t entirely your looks (though, you were the most gorgeous woman to ever exist to him), or your personality, but the little things that made you, you. The habits and tendencies and constants— those were what Sanghyuk adored about you. The never changing mannerisms that he had grown all too fond of over the years.
It was how you liked to organise things on the shelf by size, not colour; or how you put your hair up and dressed in sweats when it was cleaning day (he would always think you looked the most attractive on cleaning days). It was the fruit smoothies that you would make for him without a recipe, yet they always ended up tasting better than what you could get in the store, and the way you were so attentive to him at all times, not just caring for his health, but remembering all the things he had said in the past. He commented on your necklace once, saying it was pretty? You’d be wearing it for the next date. He offhandedly said he wanted to try pottery? You had already scheduled a class to go to together.
And, especially, it was the way you smiled at him when you were tired. Your eyes looked so sleepy, but so content. Whenever you were wrapped up in his arms, he felt like he could die perfectly happy just like that. As long as you were right beside him, cuddling into his chest, mumbling about your day in a soft voice amongst smiles, he was the happiest man on Earth.
There was one more thing— possibly Sanghyuk’s favourite thing. Your hair. Not just how pretty it was, but how good it smelled. He always thought that the hair products you used must have some magical scents infused into them, because once you were out of the shower, Sanghyuk could never bring himself to separate from you.
Your hair was so soft and smelled so sweet and clean and feminine— a scent that he could soak up every second of the day and never get tired of it. It was intoxicating, almost dizzying, and it made Sanghyuk feel euphoric that he could call you his. Like the prettiest cherry blossoms on a Spring day, or the sweetest fruit in the Summer sun, you were perfect in every sense.
You came back from the bathroom, teeth brushed and pyjamas on— ready to tuck yourself under the covers with him until the morning came. Sanghyuk opened his arms immediately, eager for you to be back where you belonged. You hugged yourself to his chest, relaxing at the feeling of his arms squeezing you with the perfect pressure, placing gentle kisses to your head.
“I’m serious, you smell so good.” He said again, this time in a whisper, nose happily buried between strands of your hair.
“You do, too.” You commented. While you smelled like flowers, Sanghyuk’s cologne lingered on his clothes from the morning, hitting your nose with hints of leather and amber wood.
“Never gonna get tired of you.” He mumbled, pulling you closer to his body. His hand snuck down to reach yours and he slowly laced his fingers with yours.
“I hope not, cause you already gave me a ring.” You smiled, and Sanghyuk laughed— the sound resonated in the room, making your heart do somersaults in your chest.
“It was the best thing I ever did.” He admitted, fingers fiddling with your engagement ring. It had already been 2 years since he had given it to you, yet he still thought about the moment daily.
You turned around in his arms, smiling as his eyes met yours. You raked up one of your hands to his cheek and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. You both let out simultaneous sighs— of tiredness and contentment and love.
“I love you so much.” You smiled at him, murmuring out the words as you adored his sleepy face squished against the pillow.
“I do too, lovely.” He responded drowsily, but no less sincere in his words than if he had been more awake.
“How much?” You asked, half joking and half curious to actually know how he’d respond. He let out a breath and then opened his eyes, wanting to be able to look at you as he responded. His eyes gazed over your face as he searched for the right words.
“...I love you more than I ever knew was possible for someone to love someone else. It feels like my heart is going to explode whenever I look at you because I still can’t believe that you’re mine.” He started explaining seriously, but he broke halfway through, his lips curving up into a smile as he admired you. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
You giggled, “You’re so cute.”
He pouted, “I was being serious.”
“I know.” You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just wanted to tease.”
“You missed a spot.” He whispered, pointing to his other cheek. You smiled and leaned in to press another kiss to his skin, feeling his cheek lift up under your lips as he smiled.
“There. All good?”
He shook his head, “Missed one more spot.”
You laughed and leaned in once again, this time joining your lips with his. He sighed as he kissed you, pulling you closer into his arms and cupping the back of your head with his hand. You kissed him until you exhausted yourself and fell back onto the pillow, breathing unevenly to try to catch your breath. Kissing him was still as exhilarating 4 years later as when you shared your first ever kiss with him.
Sanghyuk pulled you back into his arms, breathing as roughly as you. You rested your head on his chest, hearing his racing heart in sync with yours. You got comfortable under the covers. He stroked your hair, lulling you into a sleepier state, as he mumbled sweet nothings to you. You didn’t have much energy to respond verbally, already too drowsy to think of anything more than your husband and sleep. But you tapped his chest 3 times before you finally fell asleep, sending a silent message to him that he wouldn’t be able to mistake.
Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)
Sorry for my english 🥺
Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe
SF9's Love Languages 🩷
Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.
Youngbin
WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏
I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.
Inseong
Quality time
Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol
Jaeyoon
Physical Touch
Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all
Dawon
Acts of service
I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk
Zuho
Words of Affirmation
He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.
Rowoon
Gift Giving
It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀
But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.
Yoo Taeyang
Acts of Service
It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.
Hwiyoung
Physical Touch
Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol
Chani
Quality Time
It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.
Hi hope you’re having a Good Friday. I’m in such a soft mood at the moment. Could we possibly get a head cannon for sf9 with the members reactions to their partner saying I love you for the first time 🥺
This is coming out so late :( Thank you for your request <3
SF9 reactions to their special other saying I love you for the first time
Genre: purest fluff ever
Pairing: SF9 x gn reader
Youngbin:
You can see the surprise on his face clear like a crystal. His eyes have got shiny, his cheeks have become rosy, however, he does not alarm you. Actually, your boyfriend comes closer and pecks you on the forehead. Even if your hair is all in place, he slides an invisible lock behind your ear smiling like an idiot.
Inseong:
"Uh?" that's all he can say at first, which makes you think he has not understood what you said. "I love you" you repeat, louder this time. He brings his hand to his chest, startled by his own heartbeat. "You caught me off guard, baby. But I love you too. So, so much."
Jaeyoon:
At the moment snap these three words he realizes that this is your first time verbally confessing to him. That was not like he had not known the fact but hearing it hit differently. His smile is so cheesy as he tilts his head to the side.
Dawon:
"I thought you would never admit it". His cocky expression was faker than snow in the tropics. He was melting inside. "I'm just saying that to make you happy, not that I mean it" you joked back. He chuckled then pulled you by the wrist to start talking seriously. "I'm so happy to hear this from you. What can I do to make you repeat it?"
Zuho:
The man cannot stop himself from flooding you with smooches. He kisses your cheeks, your lips, your nose. Also, you better close your eyes. He stopped whatever he was doing in order to give you full attention. In no time, you all are laughing so much. That was an unnecessary display of affection but you have a cheesy boyfriend.
Rowoon:
"I love you too". He subtly replies and clicks a soft kiss on your hand. You feel sure that he was waiting to hear that from you. His demeanor is so warm yet doting. You all stay stealing kisses from each other for a while.
Yoo Taeyang:
Taeyang hugs you the faster he can and finds a way to snuggle into your neck. He gets so flustered that it feels absurd. He is so overwhelmed by his own thoughts after you made clear that you reciprocate his feelings. "I love you too, sweetheart"
Hwiyoung:
"Really??" He bluntly says, automatically, just to feel dumb and fumble to correct himself "I love you more". His smile is so precious that you cup his face and goes for a peck on his lips, which he transforms into a real kiss. He won't let go of you soon.
Chani:
Boy has no idea what to do so he just leans in and messily kisses you. Despite you offering no resistance to his sudden approach, your lips softly curl up, making his disconnect from you. Chani makes your foreheads touch indeed and whispers "I love you too"
Being able to be affectionate around you was an opportunity that Sanghyuk never missed. His heart would be incredibly full every time he was able to wrap his arms around you, especially if he could see your smile too.
B ⇴ BOYS
Just being able to see how happy Sanghyuk was around you was more then enough from the boys. Minutes into meeting you, seeing the spring that he had in his step made their minds up almost immediately, all they’d ever wanted for Sanghyuk was to see him happy, and they definitely saw that when he was with you.
C ⇴ COMFORT
The jokes would definitely stop for Sanghyuk when he saw that you needed comforting, the serious side of him would come out and make sure to be there for you. There would be an anger in him quite a lot of the time, especially if he knew that it was someone who had upset you, with Sanghyuk not impressed at all.
D ⇴ DOMESTICATED
You could guarantee that whenever you did jobs around the house with Sanghyuk, he would try his best to make them as fun as possible for you both. He loved to use whatever you were using as a microphone and sing a song for you. No matter how silly he got though, you could always guarantee that once he’d had his fun, Sanghyuk would make sure to do the job properly and take care of things.
E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT
Getting engaged to you was a big deal for Sanghyuk, and so he enlisted the help of the others to make sure that everything was perfect. He had everything planned out, timings and all, with the boys helping Sanghyuk make sure that things ran smoothly, especially with Taeyang and Youngbin picking you up at your house so that Sanghyuk could stay at the location of his proposal to make sure that it was perfect.
F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING
Sanghyuk’s favourite thing about being with you was how happy you made him. He couldn’t help but just smile quite a lot of the time when he was around you, even when you were doing nothing. He never imagined himself being obsessed with one human, but he couldn’t help but be that way with you, if you weren’t around, he wanted to know where you were, and enquire how long you would be before returning to him too.
G ⇴ GOING OUT
The two of you definitely weren’t the people to turn down an invite to go out, you loved going around the city and finding new things to do. Even if you weren’t out with friends, and it was just the two of you, you find plenty of new places, making notes of your favourites to invite your friends to go there one day too.
H ⇴ HONEYMOON
Both of you were pretty indecisive when it came to your honeymoon, you had so many options, it was almost impossible for you to narrow most of them down to just one. You ended up having to use a generator online for most of your decisions in order for you both to actually make any solid plans for your honeymoon.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
One of his favourite ways to show you that he loved you was surprising you. Sanghyuk definitely kept you on your toes by stunning you with little gestures time and time again, the look of surprise on your face whenever he managed to nail something was something that he never failed to adore about you.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
There were definitely moments even after the two of you got married when Sanghyuk would get jealous. He couldn’t help but be sensitive at times around people, he was aware more than anything else when a situation didn’t quite feel right. He trusts you though, and knows that if someone tries something on, you’ll ignore them, but even watching them try is definitely an uncomfortable situation for him to be in.
K ⇴ KIDS
You both knew that you would be parents, it was just a case of time. You couldn’t have imagined someone to be as good as a dad as Sanghyuk would be, and he couldn’t imagine someone as good as you to be a parent alongside too, you definitely made the perfect team to be able to start a family together.
L ⇴ LAZY DAYS
Most of the time Sanghyuk had a little too much energy to really be able to have a lazy day, it would be more like a lazy afternoon for you both once you had tired him out in the morning. Eventually he would crash and burn during your lazy days and spend most of the end of the day cuddled up to you, often falling asleep too as Sanghyuk caught up on the many hours that he had missed whilst busy at work.
M ⇴ MORNINGS
He loved to try and keep you in bed for as long as possible in the mornings, Sanghyuk was far from a morning person, he much preferred to rest. Even when he needed to be the first one up, Sanghyuk would refuse to rise, despite you trying your best to get him up next to him to make sure that he wasn’t late for work.
N ⇴ NIGHTS
You loved doing things together in the evenings, whether it was watching something, making something, or just laying, you would be pretty inseparable as you both took the chance to catch up with each other.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Sanghyuk was obsessed with your laugh, there was no sound that he enjoyed hearing more in the world, especially when him and his jokes were the reason as to why you found yourself in fits of giggles.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Whenever you surprised him meant a lot to Sanghyuk, whether it was a big gesture like showing up to the studio, or a little thing like preparing dinner for when he got home. Those little touches that you added to your relationship meant a lot to him, making sure that Sanghyuk knew just how much you cared.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
If he had a joke that he wanted to make, especially during a broadcast, Sanghyuk would ask you if he could test it out on you first, using your reaction to know whether it was something that he should say or forget.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
In order to never forget your wedding day, Sanghyuk decided to get a small tattoo to make sure that he never forgot the day. In the end he decided to get a flower tattooed, using the same flower as the two of you did for the centrepieces for the tables at your wedding, so that it always had a meaning for you both.
S ⇴ SILENCE
Being able to enjoy peace and quiet with Sanghyuk around was very rare for you, he loved to talk with you and listen to the sound of your voice. Even when you were doing work, Sanghyuk would try and talk to you, usually getting himself in trouble with you when you eventually had to shut him out of the room.
T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS
Sanghyuk’s biggest tip for making things work with you was laughter, being together was pointless if you couldn’t smile and have fun around each other, it was the best medicine for making everything just seem better.
U ⇴ UPSET
It broke Sanghyuk’s heart seeing you upset, there would be a moment of frustration in him before he settled and moved to be there for you.
V ⇴ VISITS
The two of you made a lot of effort to visit each other, quite a lot of the time that meant meeting for lunch throughout the day when the two of you managed to make some time in your schedules to see each other.
W ⇴ WISH LIST
There was nothing else that Sanghyuk felt that he needed to wish for, he already felt incredibly lucky with what he had around him.
X ⇴ XXXX
Kissing your lips was definitely a favourite of Sanghyuk’s, as much as he loved to kiss you in general, there was a feeling of butterflies in his stomach every time that he managed to catch your lips and feel your smile.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his forever, Sanghyuk couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you for that time.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Holding you was a must at night for Sanghyuk, being able to wrap his arms around you, and often feel the beat of your heart too, was a huge help to make him settle down and make falling asleep an easier task for him.
We should have boarded our flight fifteen minutes ago.
Looking around the terminal, people are getting anxious, they sense a delay or worse, canceled flight.
People checking their phones, checking the flight schedule board.
Some are pacing, others asking the airport staff questions.
All except those nine guys.
They are not perturbed in the least.
Handsome bunch, and tall, she thinks to herself.
Must be experienced travelers.
Wish they would inform us what the hell is happening.
"Flight 462 is canceled due to bad weather, we are very sorry for any inconvenience".
"What the fuck"
"Just great".
Lea makes her way to the desk to find out more details.
She is not alone in her quest for knowledge.
Everyone talking at once, raising their voice to be heard.
The man at the information desk raises his hands.
"I can not hear or answer your questions when you all talk at once. Your flight is delayed till tomorrow. You can stay at the airport or find a hotel for the night".
Lea Google's hotels, finds several, they are all booked till she reaches The Glorious Hotel.
Room booked, collecting her bags she leaves the airport and hails a taxi.
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Weighing the cost of the room against sleeping at the airport, the Hotel wins.
Dinner shower sleep, that's all I want, a peaceful night's sleep.
Walking into the hotel lobby, wow it's stunning.
The front desk is crowded.
All at once the nine gentlemen at the front desk turn and stare at Lea with such intensity she feels her face burning.
Once again their attention is on booking their rooms.
A bellhop gathers their luggage motioning them towards the elevators.
One by one they share one last glance of Lea.
Starting to feel uncomfortable with this unwanted attention, she waits till they have all entered and the elevators close.
Finally at the front desk, obtaining her key card, she is helped by another bellhop and escorted to her room.
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Closing the door, I can finally unwind.
The room decor, green and blue elegantly decorated.
Bobbing up and down the mattress, heaven.
Hugging the pillow, sweet.
Shower time.
While Lea is drying her hair the phone rings.
Ring ring ring.
"Hello"
"This is the front desk"
"Yes, the dining room is now open, dinner will be available in ten minutes"
"Thank you".
Well I am hungry.
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After ordering her meal, Lea takes in the opulence of the room.
Beautiful.
The nine walk into the dining area in single file, they make their way to the table that sits twelve.
Their presence demands prompt attention in which they receive.
Menus given, meals ordered.
Their waiter returns shortly with bottles of red wine.
Plate empty, Lea summons the waiter to pay for her meal.
Time to hit the sack she thinks to herself.
On her way to the exit, she passes the table of nine.
"Care to partake in a glass of wine?" Rowoon enquiries.
Not to offend. Sitting down "thank you".
"My name is Lea".
"Rowoon"
"Jaeyoon"
"Inseong"
"Youngbin"
"Zuho"
"Taeyang"
"Dawon"
"Chani"
"Hwiyoung"
"Nice to meet you all ".
Sipping her wine, "delicious thank you".
Several glasses later, feeling a buzz, "well I better go"."Already? It's early! We thought you might join in the game!" Zuho tells her.
"Game?"
"Pick a team," Hwiyoung instructs.
"Team?"
"I…I " she stutters.
Looking at them, she points to Youngbin, "his team".
"Well that's hardly fair, they already have an extra" Hwiyoung states.
"We don't need extras to kick their ass!" Dawon adds.
Jaeyoon, Inseong Zuho Rowoon and Youngbin, stand "come on shorty you are with us!".
Stumbling from her chair, totally confused, Lea follows.
Looking around the room, "fuck what I have I got myself into?"
In a hotel room with five strangers.
"Close the blinds," Jaeyoon orders.
Blue blinds close, the room darkens, till Zuho flicks the light switch.
Nervousness now the emotion that is taking hold, panic even.
Youngbin sits on the bed, cleaning a pistol.
Jaeyoon cleans his pistol adding a silencer, Inseong, Rowoon and Zuho now have pistols out.
"What the fuck?"
Looking at her questioning, "you don't have a weapon?".
"You better find one" , Youngbin suggests.
"Any experience with thievery shorty?" Rowoon asks.
"Err, no"
"You will catch on" he states.
With stealth and grace that defies their height, the group break into the back office, where a safe is located.
With what appears like years of experience Inseong cracks the safe.
"Yes," he whispers.
Holding up a gold bracelet.
"Let's go" motions Zuho.
"Time to celebrate".
The bar at the Glorious hotel, resembled the decor of the hotel.
The aroma from the scented candles, Jasmine, filled the room.
Seated at the table, red wine flows once more in celebration.
The doors fly open, Taeyang Dawon and Chani enter the bar.
A tense moment is quickly dispelled as Dawon Chani and Taeyang offer their congratulations.
Bottles of wine consumed, the conversation, light in its content.
The doors to the bar swing open, Hwiyoung stands there, flowers in his hand.
Swiftly he drops the flowers to expose a gun, the noise is deafening as he shoots in the direction of Inseong.
Chaos is now let loose.
All nine have their weapons drawn.
Wild west meets gangster meets James Bond is the best way to describe the subsequent events.
One would think fireworks, but no, guns firing, in every direction.
Total and utter mayhem.
Lea screams and ducks under the table.
Terrified.
"OMG I'm going to die" she weeps.
Sensing someone close, Lea peeks from under the table.
Dawon is looming over her, smiling.
"Fuck I'm dead!" She utters.
Then abruptly he starts singing.
"Baby dance with me
Dance with me Let’s have fun"
With an outstretched hand Dawon grins.
Taking his hand Lea stands hoping to escape
A flying chair connects with Lea's head, pain and dizziness then nothing.
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The throbbing that is assaulting her skull wakes her up.
She is in her hotel room.
"What the fuck?"
"I have to get out of here!"
Waiting at the front desk to check out.
There is a commotion behind her she turns to see it's the nine.
"Good morning shorty, fun time last night huh" Chani greets her.
"How's the head, my bad! Sorry about that" Youngbin offered.
The hotel manager greets the nine, "glad you guys enjoyed last night's activities see you next time".
"Let's get to the airport, flight to catch" Rowoon.
Human!Reader x Incubus!Dawon ;; Kinktober Masterlist
gender-ambiguous!reader (there’s not really dom/sub vibes in this one, it’s pretty even)
Anon Request
Summary: You fall asleep after a draining day to find your incubus buddy waiting for you. Even though you’re too exhausted for him, you improvise so he won’t drain your energy further while still helping him, which leads you to an interesting conversation.
Word Count: 1072
Contains: lazy sex (technically), pillow prince(ss) vibes, thigh-fucking, quickie (kinda??), dream sex (technically), fluff (yes with an incubus idk it’s more fluff than smut ngl)
A/N: I originally had a concept, but this one ended up going in a much fluffier direction. I think my brain wanted a reset after all the smut I’ve written. I hope that’s okay, anon. Also sorry but I couldn’t not use this cute af gif
As you arrive home, you find yourself exhausted. You kick off the annoying work shoes and exhale at the release of pain and tension in your feet. You throw your bag on the couch and rush to your bed. As you flop down, you mouth your thanks for the day finishing. Almost immediately after closing your eyes, you fall asleep.
You find yourself awake again with someone next to you. You instantly remember him from your past dreams, so you roll your eyes at his expression. As he props his head up with his hand, he looks at you with an expectant look on his face.
"Not tonight, Dawon. I'm already exhausted. I can't have you draining me more."
Suddenly, the usually cocky boy pouts, "But tonight will be so fun~ Come on, please?"
You scoff, wondering whether an incubus can even genuinely be sweet. You insist that he won't be draining you tonight, so he rubs his crotch against your thigh while continuing to beg you to help him. The grinding gives you an idea, so you begin questioning the demon.
"Dawon, how do you drain me? What has to happen?"
"Uh, penetration? It can be any hole, though." He winks after suggesting it, thinking you might be down for other forms of sex.
"So, I'm fine if you don't penetrate? Will it also still help you, or do you have to drain me?"
"Nah, if I get off, I get off. Some of my friends fell for their sexual partner and didn't want to drain them anymore, so they stick to handjobs and toys and stuff. The idiots are missing out, though."
"You really wanna get off tonight, right?" You ask, ignoring his long explanation.
He responds with a single nod of the head, smiling brightly. His member twitches as he realizes that he might still get what he needs.
"No penetration, but if you can find a way to get off without me doing any work for it, you can."
Without hesitation, the boy rolls over and holds himself above you with a twisted joy filling his eyes. He scans your body, wondering what the best option is for him. When he glances at your feet, he hesitates. Then, he looks up to your thighs, and you see the lightbulb go off in his head.
"You ready, sweetheart? I know exactly what I'm doing."
You nod, "As long as I can just lay here."
"Would you be willing to lay on your side? You don't have to do anything else."
You turn, and he moves behind you, positioning his member between your thighs. Once comfortable, he begins slowly moving. As sexual as he is, Dawon's always been very caring. He always listens to you and makes sure you're never uncomfortable or in any pain. When you think about the fact that he's an incubus, only his cockiness and playful teasing match your original idea of the demons. His soft personality shines through in moments of compromise like these.
Curious about him, you start a conversation, "Dawon, have you always been an incubus?"
He continues moving as he answers, "Yup, as far as I know."
"Are all incubi as kind as you? I imagined that you'd all be too set on the sex to care about the humans you use."
He stops for a quick moment, but he hopes you don't notice and continues moving at a slightly faster pace to cover his tracks. Instantly, you worry that he's not comfortable with the topic, so you apologize.
"No, no. It's okay. You aren't wrong, though. Most of them are too lustful to care. At one point, I was one of those demons, too."
You try to turn your head to look at him, but he nuzzles his head into the back of your neck to avoid your gaze.
"What changed you?"
You hear the sigh he tries covering with another speed increase. He answers despite the obvious hesitation, "I learned what happens if we fuck a human too much too quickly."
"Oh... You don't want to kill?"
"One sec, Y/N. I'll explain, but I need to cum, and there's no way I can while I think about that sort of topic. Deal?"
You nod and feel him reach his normal speed. After a few minutes, you hear his usual groans. When you feel his sloppiness join, you know he's close, and, moments later, you feel the warm liquid drip down your thigh. He stays still in the silence for a minute before talking again.
"Do you want me to clean up for you?"
"No, it's okay. It won't be here when I wake. I do still want that explanation, though."
He throws his arm around you to cuddle up closer. With his naked body flush against yours, you swear you feel a heartbeat and have to make a mental note to remind yourself that a demon shouldn't have one.
"I have a heart, Y/N. It is my heartbeat." He reads your thoughts before beginning his story, "Yes, we kill if we sleep with a human too much in a short time period, but that's not the part that bugs me. For demons, killing is pretty normalized. I'm also fine with dealing with the addiction that comes with constant fucking. The one thing I couldn't deal with is the memories that remain. By entering one's dreams, you learn a lot about the person. If a human could know what I know about you, for instance, they'd fall in love. Knowing that much about someone and still killing them hurts. A lot."
In an awkward attempt at lifting the mood, you joke, "Aw, you've fallen for me? How sweet, Dawon!"
"You sure you're human? That bad of a joke seems on par with angels." His tone dry and serious, you know he's complimenting you with his equally-bad attempt at a joke.
"Y/N?"
"Mhm?"
"Thanks for making me feel more human. Even if it's only in your dreams, I hope we'll meet a lot. I hope you'll let me stay for a long time, even though I'm always draining your energy."
You smile and respond as you feel yourself drift back to consciousness, "Stay in my dreams as long as you want, Dawon. You're the sweetest demon I could've ever ended up with, after all."
As your dream fades to black, you hear what vaguely sounds like Dawon's voice whisper, "I love you."
Genre: Fluff that turns into Smut (Female receiving)
This is request was for 🌰/🦋 anon. The one who requested for the tickling fluff smut with Dawon.
Synopsis: Basically cuddling then a tickle fight gone wrong (or right lol).
The two of you had never had a tickle fight. Well, until one night. The two of you were cuddling watching shows on Netflix. While he shifted he had grazed your side which caused you to yelp in laughter. You gently shoved him away yelling “Ya!”
“What? It was an accident! Wait STOPPPP!!”
At his cries for you to stop you start to tickle him back. The two of then tickle each other, “oooooing” and “ahhhinng” in between the teary laughs. When he tickles your underarms you jump, causing your hand to accidentally swipe at his crotch. You hear a cute yelp from him as he stuffs his head in your neck. You hadn’t realized this, but your neck was your ultimate weak spot. From his movements you let out a moan. The two of you then freeze and look at each other
“W-why did you have to make that sound?”
“Well my neck is my weak spot. Why’d you do that to my neck?”
“Well you touched me...” he points down and you see your hand, still on his area under the covers in your bed.
“Ahhh. Sorry I didn’t notice. I thought it was your thigh.”
“Did you really?”
He then dives his face back into your neck starting to kiss and nibble. This again earns him another yelp. When he did something to you, it was a mixture of it feeling ticklish as well as it turning you on. You didn't know what was coming over you, but you didn't want him to stop.
The mixture of moans and giggles was confusing him too. But whatever it was, you sounded sooo adorable. He couldn’t help but to want to make you moan more. He reaches his hand down to your heat and starts to slowly rub your clit over your underwear. One thing that was great about laying in bed and sleeping together, you never wore pants. Always an oversized shirt or sweatshirt and underwear.
At the circular motions you start to marvel under him. Your moans weren’t laced with giggles anymore. He loved the way your face would contort at the pleasure he gave you. It made him want to completely wreck you.
He takes his hand and touches you directly, hand in your underwear. He rubs your clit some more before he starts to coat one of this fingers in your slick. He starts to edge the tip of his finger through your opening a few times before delving it in.
With his finger completely I’m he can already reach your g-spot. Once inside he proceeds with the “come hither” motion. This makes your moan out his name. You instinctively hold onto the writst of his other arm to brace yourself of the pleasure.
He then shifts his face down to your wet puasy, pulls his finger out and removes your underwear swiftly. He then uses two fingers to hit your g-spot and uses his tongue to stimulate your clit.
“Oh my god, fuck baby I’m gonna cum,” you moan out your warning to him. He quickens the pace of his fingers and and keeps his tongue steady.
Soon the knot in your unravels and you shudder at the intense pleasure served to you by your man. All you can so it hold onto him, who has moved back up to cuddle your as you come back down from your high. “We should have more of these tickle fights.”
➵ SF9: Dawon x fem. reader / one shot, college AU / angst, fluff, smut / REQUESTED
➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (handcuffing, oral: receiving, slight breath play, orgasm denial), mentions of drinking/alcohol, slight cursing
➵ word count: 4.7k
The music is blasting, the air feels stuffy and hot and there are just way too many people surrounding you right now.
You don’t even know what you’re doing here.
You’d much rather be in your dorm, preferably with some ice cream, a bottle of your favorite wine and a cheesy romance movie. But no, your best friend Julie simply had to drag you out of your cozy little cavern, just so you could chaperone her to a frat party.
You’ve never been a fan of frat parties.
Okay, that’s actually a lie, you had always kind of enjoyed them - but that had been before everything happened.
And with everything, you mean Dawon.
Your ex-... boyfriend? Or more like… Your ex-fling.
Or whatever.
“Labels” are out nowadays, right? At least that’s what Dawon used to tell you whenever you asked if you two were “official”.
Well, whatever he was to you, he is definitely the one who broke your heart into a thousand pieces. The one you’re still thinking about - day and night - and the one you blame for the three pounds you’ve gained so far, all thanks to the increasing amount of ice cream you’ve been consuming these last few days.
You had met Dawon at a frat party as well - he had been your opponent during your third round of beer pong on that fateful night. He had joked around with his friends, saying that he’d definitely defeat you as you were already looking a bit cross eyed (all thanks to the four shots of tequila you had drowned while Julie cheered you on a few minutes earlier). Dawon had been more than surprised by your accurate aim - and even more so, when you had defeated him in the span of mere minutes. You’d been the star of the evening and - like a true gentleman - he had congratulated you on your success. Later that night, he had asked you to dance and in the early morning hours, he had kissed you under the stars on the porch of his fraternity.
It had been the beginning of your... relationship - one with many highs and lows. One that ended just two weeks ago, because of … Well. Because of what, exactly? You’re not even sure anymore. You had argued, probably about his inability to (really) commit to you and the relationship; you had both screamed at each other and in the end, Dawon had left.
Just like that.
He had literally left the next day - for a project, where he and a group of other junior researchers got to experiment with some crazy chemicals in a far away city.
He hadn’t even said goodbye. He hadn’t even called or texted.
The last thing he had said was “It seems you’re better off without me, then.”
And that had been it.
… to be fair, you had been too proud to call or text him, too. After three days of silence, you had finally blocked his number and begun to wallow in self-pity.
Until tonight, when Julie had finally decided to drag you out and distract you from your misery and the prospect of dying as a lonely old hag with too many cats (or dogs, you don’t really have a preference).
And here you are now - freshly showered (it had been “more than necessary”, as Julie had oh so politely told you) and clad in something else than a baggy (aka Dawon’s) shirt and sweatpants, which had been your attire these past few days.
You deeply sigh, nipping on the beer in your hand, looking around the place. You know a few people - there’s Zuho from the music department, showing some people cute pictures of his cat on his phone, and you’re pretty sure you see your old research partner Jaeyoon grinding against a slightly intoxicated Suzie, which whom you share one of your psych classes. Everyone seems to have an amazing time, the beer pong table is full, the dance floor is even fuller and the alcohol supply gets emptier by the minute.
You desperately cling to your red cup, the only thing holding you together right now - because Julie has long abandoned you to dance with her long-time crush Youngbin. You shoot him a dark look - not because you don’t like Youngbin, but because he’s the sole reason Julie wanted to come here in the first place. “Today is the night I will kiss Kim Youngbin!”, she had proclaimed in a grave manner earlier this night, before drowning a shot of crystal clear vodka as a way of gaining some courage. Apparently, it did have the desired effect - because you almost do a double take when you see her press her lips against his. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem opposed at all and you quickly look away, not wanting to see their make-out session in the middle of the dance floor.
You really want to leave, especially now that Julie has finally fulfilled her night’s mission… But then again, you don’t want to leave her behind. Youngbin seems to be very nice and caring, but you never know nowadays. You’d definitely never abandon your friend without getting her okay first. And even then, you’ll definitely keep your phone beside your bed to immediately answer her call, should anything… happen.
You have just drowned the last bits of your drink and are contemplating if you should get another one, when Julie makes her way over to you, Youngbin’s hand securely in hers. He sports a soft, loving smile and can’t keep his eyes off her. Apparently Julie wasn’t the only one waiting for this to happen. Your best friend slings one arm around your neck, pressing a wet smooch against your cheek and making you hiss in disgust. “I’ll leave with Youngbin now. Should we take you home? Youngbin’s lives pretty close to your dorm.”, she offers, smiling brightly, but you quickly shake your head. You really don’t want to keep them from… whatever they’re planning to do. That would be a very awkward walk back home. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll stay for a bit.”, you lie smoothly, lips stretching into a fake smile. Julie gazes at you for a few seconds, but her intoxicated mind doesn’t find anything to be amiss. “Well, okay then. Text me when you’re home, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that, she hugs you close and - with one last look - leaves you behind, Youngbin trailing behind her.
You wait for a few minutes, shuffling from one foot to the other, before you follow them out of the door - they’re thankfully long gone by now. You’re almost out of the door when you hear it - the familiar laugh.
Immediately, your insides freeze - no, your whole body freezes. Mind hazy, hands shaking, you turn towards the source of the noise. There, you see him.
Dawon.
You hadn’t known he’d be back by now - you thought he wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. Maybe the experiments didn’t take as much time as anticipated.
Either way, he’s here.
And he’s not alone.
A pretty girl around your age sits on his lap, both her arms around his neck while his linger on her waist. She giggles at something he says, pushing her long hair back and exposing her décolleté for him to ogle at.
You swear, you feel your heart splinter again.
One look is all it takes for you to realize that you’re so not over him.
Not even close.
Not even a bit.
You feel tears spring to your eyes and whirl around, almost blindly making your way towards the kitchen, shoving people out of the way to get to the desired object - the alcohol. You fill your cup, drowning it in a few seconds, ignoring the horrified expression on Hwiyoung’s face who was just about to fill his own cup. You fill your cup a second time and empty that one as well. While you aim for your third fill, Hwiyoung clears his throat. “I… don’t want to overstep, but… are you okay?”
You throw him a dark look and he recoils a bit. He’s younger than you, not by much but by enough for him to know not to ask you again and to just let you be. You take your cup and leave the kitchen and Hwi’s judgy expression behind, making your way towards a different part of the house, far away from Dawon. You won’t be able to leave without passing him again, so you decide to stay for a bit longer.
Suzie - without Jaeyoon, this time - sits on one of the big sofas, mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed. You sit down beside her and she smiles at you, pocketing her phone. “Y/N! I didn’t think you’d actually come tonight. How are you? I haven’t seen you in what feels like… forever.”
You smile at her, maybe a bit strained, and shrug. It’s true, you’ve been absent from your shared class last week, simply not having the strength to get up after crying for the better part of the night (Dawon had posted a selfie on Instagram that evening, something you’d only gotten to know about thanks to Julie, as you had already unfollowed him by then). “Yeah, I was sick.”, you lie and take another sip of your beer, almost spilling some of the liquid over yourself.
Maybe you should slow down a bit.
“Lovesick, huh?”
Your head whips around and you stare at Suzie, who sports a somewhat pitiful expression. You just sigh. “Is it that obvious?”, you murmur, gaze sliding towards the front door where you saw Dawon earlier. Suzie just shrugs. “Well, it’s not like I didn’t know about you and Dawon being a thing, you know? You were kind of obvious about it.”
You grimace. While you’ve never been an official couple, there had been some… drunk make-out sessions at parties, you can’t deny that, even if you’re cringing about that right now. “Yeah well. It’s over.”, you simply answer and take another sip of beer.
“Men are idiots and don’t deserve us.”, Suzie states, clinking her cup against yours and taking a solidary sip as well. You smile at her and nod. “You’re very right about that. He also seems to have moved on already - at least that’s what it looked like.”, you explain, trying to keep the pain out of your voice (and failing, apparently).
“He has?! What a fucking idiot, I’m gonna go over there and tell him that his behavior is unacceptable and then, I will spill all my beer over him and-”
You shush her rambling by pressing your hand over her mouth, giggling at her antics. “Thanks Suzie.”, you just say and smile in earnest this time. She immediately softens. “We girls need to stick together.”, she says gently and you nod. “We sure do. Speaking of men… What’s going on with you and Jaeyoon?” You lean closer, your voice almost secretive. She immediately blushes and ruffles her hair. “I… I like him.”, she shyly confesses and you smile. “I saw that. I think he likes you, too. You looked quite… cozy earlier on the dance floor.” You grin and she laughs, a tad embarrassed. “Uhm yeah, he had to rescue some new pledge - Chani, I think? Apparently he and Rowoon were playing flunky ball against some guys from another frat and… uh - it didn’t end well for them. He’s helping them take a shower now.”
You laugh and shake your head. “Well, I will immediately disappear when he comes back. Wouldn’t want to disturb you guys.” Suzie shoves you playfully, but smiles nevertheless, the blush still prominent on her cheeks. Suddenly, she freezes, her eyes following someone behind you. Reflexively, you turn around as well and see what she’s looking at: Dawon, dancing with the girl from earlier.
… they look… comfortable, to say the least.
Immediately, you stiffen, heart pounding fast against your rib cage, blood rushing to your head. “That’s it.”, you say grimly and get up, ignoring Suzie’s surprised yelp and her attempt at grabbing your hand. You storm onto the dance floor - not before emptying your cup and throwing it somewhere behind you - and begin to dance. It doesn’t take long for some guy to show up behind you, his hands on your hips and him grinding against you. You don’t really care, after all, that’s basically what you wanted to happen. As subtle as possible, you move towards Dawon and his new girl. You don’t know if he’s already seen you tonight, but now you want to make sure he does - and that he sees he’s not the only one that has moved on already.
You finally turn around to face the guy you’ve been dancing with for the first time and almost yelp in surprise when you see that it’s Jaebum, a guy you’ve known for a few semesters now - all thanks to some mutual friends. He grins, damp hair sticking to his forehead, his nose ring catching the light. He seems to be slightly drunk as well, but right now, you don’t really care about that. You smile up at him and press yourself even closer to his body. He only raises one eyebrow, continuing to move to the beat of the music. When you look over his shoulder, you accidentally lock eyes with Dawon. His gaze is dark and his expression tight. Something almost predatory enters his gaze, when he sees you. You quickly look away again, but the damage is done.
Suddenly, you don’t really feel like dancing anymore, heart and head hurting. You excuse yourself from Jaebum by faking to have to pee, hurriedly making your way through the sweaty bodies of the other people on the dance floor. The bathroom downstairs is occupied, but you know the house well enough to make your way upstairs to the second bathroom.
Inside, you take a few minutes to gather your thoughts. You wash both arms with cold water, pinch your cheeks and drink a bit of tap water to help you clear your head. Then, you take a deep breath and close your eyes.
It’s time to go home now. You don’t want to see Dawon anymore. You don’t want to think about him anymore. You just want to forget him.
… truthfully though, you want nothing more than to be back in his arms again. To kiss him, to laugh at his stupid jokes and idiotic antics, to have him tickle you and squish your cheeks.
You feel tears spring to your eyes and desperately try to suppress them. Suddenly, there’s an almost aggressive knock on the bathroom door and you jump.
You take another deep, slightly shaky breath and open the door.
You startle, hand still on the doorknob, freezing in place.
Dawon leans against the doorframe, hair messy, eyes dark, restlessly gnawing on his lower lip. For a few seconds, you just stare at each other. Then, you slowly lower your hand and clear your throat. “Hi. And bye.” With that, you try to shove past him, but before you can reach the staircase, he gently grabs your hand, holding you back and turning you around. He searches your face for a few seconds and then - before you can say or do anything - his lips are on yours.
You gasp in surprise and he immediately slips his tongue inside your mouth, walking you backwards and pressing you against the wall, hands gripping your hips in an almost bruising manner. But you don’t even mind, kissing him back just as aggressively, just as feverishly. One of his hands wanders, grabbing your thigh and hiking one leg up and around his slender hips. He grinds against your core, semi pressing into you and you moan into his mouth, fisting both hands into his strands of dark hair, tugging on them and making him growl. He breaks away, just to press open mouthed kisses on your neck, harshly sucking on it and bruising the skin.
“You danced with fucking Im Jaebum. Right. In. Front. Of. Me.”, he says in between kisses, finally pulling away from your neck just to dive back into kissing you senseless. “It’s not like you were any better.”, you gasp when you pull back, throwing him a dark look. He smirks. “Jealous?” You instantly buck your hips to press into his now hard on and grin triumphantly, when his smile instantly dies on his lips. He narrows his eyes at you. “Bedroom, now.” With that, he grabs your hand and pulls you with him along the corridor and towards his room, locking the door behind him and almost throwing you on top of the bed, chest heaving while he hungrily stares at you. You almost whimper, pressing your thighs together, need pooling between your legs.
He’s always had that power over you - one look and you’re gone, already a mess.
He crosses his arms over his chest, jaw ticking while he looks at you. “Okay. I’m gonna make this short. You still remember our safe word?”
You immediately nod, anticipation rising in you.
He smiles, pleased. “Good. Use it, if you need to.” With that, he walks to his dresser and pulls out some ropes, before turning around to you again.
“Strip.”
You let out a small whimper at his tone, but immediately follow his instructions. You lay back on his bed again, completely naked now. He carefully binds you to his bed, making sure the ropes aren’t too tight around your wrists. “You’re okay?”, he murmurs, when he notices your erratic breathing, but you simply nod. He grins. “Excited?”, he asks, raising one eyebrow in a cocky manner. You scowl at him, deciding not to answer him. His lips twitch at your defiance, but he lets it slide.
He’s still fully clothed, something you only just really notice. You whine and pull at your binds, but they hold firmly. “You’re still clothed.”, you finally say and he nods.
“You’ve always had an eye for details.”
You shoot him another dark look and he smiles, leaning towards you and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You immediately soften, relaxing against your shackles. “Do you know how many calls and messages I left you after our fight?”, he whispers against your lips and your eyes widen in surprise. “6 calls. And I lost count after the 13th message.”, he answers the question himself, one hand ghosting over your right nipple, pinching it slightly and making you moan. “I think it’s only fair that we use those numbers tonight.”
You gulp at that, pressing your legs together and shaking your head. “13 is too much, Dawon.”, you say almost inaudible and he grins. “But six isn’t.” And with that, he closes his lips over your nipple, sucking harshly. Your back bends upwards under his touch, a moan tearing from your lips. You grow slicker with every second, almost throbbing with need. He ignores your soft pleas and whines, taking his time.
When he’s finally satisfied, he gently blows onto your hardened, dark red nipples and grins almost wolfishly. Then, as if he has all the time in the world, he descends and settles between your legs. When he feels the wetness covering your thighs, he chuckles. “Oh baby, you really missed me, hm?”, he murmurs against your center, so close to where you want him the most. You don’t answer him, too lost in his touch. He slings both your legs over his broad shoulders to give him better access and licks one long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasp at the sensation, pulling on the ropes around your wrists. He looks up and locks eyes with yours, the corner of his lips curling into a small smirk. “They will hold, don’t even try.”, he says, voice dark, before he finally buries his face into your core and begins to suck on your clit, tongue flicking over your sensitive bud.
Moans and curses spill from your lips and you buck your hips, but he quickly moves one hand to hold them down. His other hand slips between your legs, one finger circling your entrance in a teasing manner, before he finally slides the first one inside. He groans against your core, lips glistening when he draws back. “God, you’re so tight, baby. I missed you so much.” Before you can reply anything, he’s continuing to lap through you, making you into a moaning mess. When he slips a second finger into you, everything becomes too much and you feel your high approaching, whole body tightening - but before you can snap, he pulls back, almost lazily continuing to pump his fingers into you.
You whine at the sudden loss of contact on your clit and he grins. “First down. Five more to go.”, he says darkly and you shake your head in a desperate manner. “What?! N-no, please. S-six is too much.”, you plead, not caring how pathetic you sound. He tilts his head, observing you for a few seconds. “You can always use the safe word, baby... If it gets too much.”, he reminds you and you bite your lip, closing your eyes for a few seconds. You’d never use the safe word for something as… trivial as orgasm denial. You’re too proud and stubborn for that - and he knows that. When you don’t answer, he chuckles. “Okay. Three denials, three orgasms, then.” And before you’re able to say anything, he dives back between your legs.
The second time he denies your orgasm is even more brutal and you whine and squirm underneath him, but he’s unyielding, licking through your folds without giving you what you really want. The third denial almost has you sobbing, a few tears actually rolling down your cheeks, but still, he doesn’t give in. He crawls over you, softly kissing you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “You’re doing so well, baby. Almost there.”, he murmurs against your lips, finally descending again and reattaching his lips to your clit, entering you with three fingers this time. The stretch is almost too much and when he twists his finger to find your spot, you see stars, your orgasm ripping through you with an unknown force. You moan his name, whole body shaking with the aftershocks of your high. He gently kisses your clit, lapping up your release and finally seems to have had enough of you, settling on the bed beside you.
You’re breathing heavily, eyes half closed and hair a mess. He smiles at your blissed out state, gently brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. Then, he kisses you, long and deep. “Two more to go.”, he says when he draws back, almost making you whimper again. You’re still throbbing and feel exhaustion settling over you, but Dawon isn’t finished with you - no, he finally begins to rid himself of his clothes, pulling out a condom from his nightstand and rolling it over himself. He grins when he sees your admiring gaze, traveling from his broad shoulders over his chiseled chest and his abs towards his length. He slides between your legs, teasing you by slipping between your folds without entering you just yet.
“Stop teasing!”, you finally whine and he raises one eyebrow at your tone, swatting your thigh and making you clench around nothing. Then, with one powerful thrust, he fills you. You gasp at the sudden sensation and he groans when you clench around his length, sealing your mouth with his, tongues dancing with each other. When you begin to shift underneath him, he takes that as his signal to start moving inside you. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming his hips against yours again. You moan against him and he draws back, sitting back on his knees and sliding one of your legs over his shoulder while slinging the other one around his hips. He hits you hard and deep from that angle, instantly making you see stars. When his thumb lands on your clit to circle it again, you can’t suppress the moans spilling from your lips. Both your curses and moans as well as the slapping of skin against skin fill the bedroom, but you know the loud music from downstairs is masking all your noises.
It doesn’t take long for you to feel another high approaching, clenching around Dawon’s length and pulling on the bindings around your wrists, desperately wanting to finally touch him. He grins at your attempts and shakes his head. “Not yet, baby girl. You’ll have to come for me first.”, he says in between two hard thrusts and when he pinches your clit between his fingers, you tumble over the edge, his name leaving your lips as a hoarse yell.
When you slowly come down again, vision blurry and mind hazy, you feel rather than see him untying the ropes from around your wrists. Your arms fall down, blood finally flowing back into them. Dawon pulls out of you and flips you around, entering you from behind and pulling your back flush against his chest, one of his hand slipping between your legs while his other wraps around the base of your throat, using a bit of pressure - just enough to make you feel a bit breathless. His hips continue to snap against yours in an almost punishing rhythm and your head falls back to rest on his shoulder.
He whispers into your ear, telling you how good you feel, how tight you are and how much he’s missed you and you almost sob when he coaxes the third orgasm from you, whole body trembling and only being held upright by his arms around you. He lets go of your throat to ease your erratic breathing, his thrusts getting more unsteady with every passing second until he finally spills into the condom, groaning and finally coming to a halt. He gently pulls out of you and stands up, discarding of the condom and turning around to look at you.
You’re completely fucked out, not able to move a single muscle. He grins and tilts his head, taking in the sight before gently covering you with his blanket. “I’ll be back in a second.”, he promises in a soft voice, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. Slipping on his boxer briefs, he leaves the room.
Exhaustion is washing over you, but you try and fight to stay awake, knowing you should definitely talk to him. A few minutes later, Dawon enters the room again, a bottle of water in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. He gently cleans you and helps you drink a bit of the water, before he slips between the covers and pulls you to his chest, gently beginning to rub your back. You hum appreciatively, trying to think of a way to begin this conversation.
Before you can say anything though, Dawon beats you to it: “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was so… childish. You didn’t deserve how I treated you. I should have agreed to be in a relationship with you a long time ago - not because that’s what you want, but because that’s what I want as well. I’ve been too scared to admit it out loud and thanks to that I… I almost lost you.” He inhales shakily, “I promise I will change that now - that is, if you still want me… If you’re willing to love me again… If you’re willing to take me back, I promise I will try to be the best boyfriend you could wish for.”
He looks nervous when you lean back to gaze up at him. He bites down on his lip, searching your face for an answer. Finally, you smile at him and his whole body relaxes. “Of course I still want you, silly. I… I love you.”, you answer softly and his eyes widens, before he breaks into a bright smile, leaning closer to kiss you deeply.
“I love you, too.”, he murmurs against your lips and you giggle, burying your head in his chest. He pulls you even closer, humming happily.
You fall asleep like this - wrapped in each other’s arms.
