personagens: yeon si-eun, ahn su-ho, oh beom-seok, jeon young-bin, kang woo-young, go hyun-tak, seo jun-tae, park hu-min, geum seong-je e na baek-jin.
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[✿] SIEUN. o silêncio no quarto dele nunca foi estranho, mas sim confortável. você sabia que ele não era bom com palavras e naquela noite ele parecia querer dizer tudo com o corpo. sentado no chão do quarto, livros abertos e a sessão de estudo ignorada, sieun te puxou para o colo dele com um movimento lento, mas firme. uma das mãos dele tremia levemente na sua cintura e a outra estava na sua bochecha, fazendo um pequeno mas significativo carinho, seus olhos mantinham contato com os seus como se estudassem cada mínima reação. ele aproxima o rosto do seu, sem dizer uma palavra e você inclina a cabeça para o toque dele, e isso é todo o convite que ele precisa. o beijo dele é profundo, cheio de tensão acumulada. os lábios rachados dele são macios e se movem contra os seus com uma precisão que envia um arrepio pela sua espinha. — “você estava me distraindo…” ele murmurou, entre uma pausa para vocês dois respirarem, e antes que você pudesse responder, sua boca colidiu com a sua novamente, os braços envolvendo sua cintura e te puxando para mais perto.
[✿] SUHO. com suho, o mundo sempre pareceu ficar quente só por ele estar próximo. o riso ainda borbulha em seu peito quando ele te puxou para mais perto no sofá, o cheiro de sabonete e do leve suor do treino da tarde dele te envolvendo. — "você acha isso engraçado, é?" ele provoca, um sorriso preguiçoso brincando em seus lábios. você dá de ombros, um sorriso atrevido no rosto. — "talvez um pouco.". os olhos dele brilham com um desafio divertido antes que ele feche a pequena distância entre vocês, te puxando para cima dele no sofá, o beijo vindo logo depois, urgente, relaxado e sincero, como tudo que ele fazia. ele começa te provocando, com selinhos leves e sorrisos contra seus lábios, até que você se inclina para mais, frustrada. e é então que ele aprofunda o beijo, uma mão embalando a parte de trás do seu pescoço enquanto a outra repousa confortavelmente no seu quadril. as mãos dele passeavam pelo seu corpo com uma mistura de carinho e desejo, enquanto ele murmurava coisas como “você é perfeita” entre um beijo e outro.
[✿] BEOMSEOK. no início, ele hesita. os dedos trêmulos tocam seu rosto como se você fosse de porcelana. — "tem certeza...?". as luzes estão apagadas, e o quarto está silencioso, exceto pelo som dos beijos contidos e respirações aceleradas. beomseok te puxa para a cama devagar, olhando sempre para a porta, os olhos assustados. — “ele vai ouvir…” ele sussurra. — “então não faz barulho,” você rebate, sorrindo contra os lábios dele. a hesitação dele derrete, substituída por uma necessidade desesperada. o aperto dele em seu rosto se torna mais firme, e sua outra mão sobe para emaranhar em seu cabelo, puxando-a para mais perto. o beijo se torna mais profundo, mais possessivo. é quase como se ele estivesse tentando te absorver, para ter certeza de que você é real e que não vai a lugar nenhum, o beijo se torna ainda mais desesperado e bagunçado a cada segundo, porém cheio de sentimentos. era um pedido silencioso pra que você ficasse. pra sempre.
[✿] YOUNGBIN. a risada dele veio antes do toque. — “você sabe que não devia estar aqui comigo, né?” e sinceramente você nem sabe como foi parar ali, mas sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo quando youngbin tranca a porta e te encosta no armário de aço frio do vestiário masculino. o beijo dele é impaciente e um pouco áspero, quase cruel de tão viciante. como se ele estivesse com pressa para chegar à parte boa. uma mão segura seu quadril com força e segundos depois escorrega para sua bunda, te puxando para mais humanamente próximo o possível, enquanto ele alterna entre morder seu lábio inferior e morder suavemente seu pescoço, fazendo você ofegar. você sente o sorriso arrogante dele contra sua pele. ele se afasta com um sorriso presunçoso, como se tivesse acabado de ganhar um prêmio. — “gostou, princesa?” e o pior — você gostava. o comentário dele fazendo você revirar os olhos, enquanto ele te dá um último beijo duro antes de se virar e ir embora, deixando-a com os lábios latejando e a sensação de ter sido reivindicada.
[✿] WOOYOUNG. — "fica quietinha pra mim." a voz dele vem baixa, dita entre beijos lentos no seu pescoço enquanto suas costas sentem o toque gelado do azulejo do banheiro da academia. wooyoung é um caos delicioso, o tipo de cara que ri contra sua boca e te beija como se não houvesse amanhã. o cheiro de suor ainda paira no ar, o corpo dele quente contra o seu enquanto ele te segura com facilidade contra a parede, suas pernas envolvidas em sua cintura e as mãos dele em sua bunda, sem vergonha alguma. ele te beija com fome, os lábios ágeis e dominadores enquanto suas mãos sobem e exploram sua pele por baixo da sua camiseta, subindo lentamente até o ponto em que você arqueia as costas com um gemido abafado. — “se alguém entrar…?” você sussurra. — “problema deles,” ele responde, antes de prender seus lábios nos dele de novo, com tanta força que você esquece o mundo.
[✿] GOTAK. os braços dele te envolveram num abraço apertado, e mesmo antes do beijo, você já se sentia derreter ali, no peito dele. o vestiário do clube está vazio, o eco das bolas quicando sumiu, e hyuntak te colocou no colo dele no sofá com um pequeno sorriso. e quando ele inclinou o rosto e encostou a testa na sua sussurrando — “é errado te querer tanto aqui?”, você sentiu o restante do mundo desaparecer por um momento. o beijo dele é cheio de fome, a boca quente e os dentes roçando sua pele. as mãos deslizam pelas suas coxas com facilidade, explorando suas pernas por debaixo da sua saia, os quadris pressionando contra os seus. os músculos dele estão tensos do treino, e a camisa levemente suada. você consegue sentir o cheiro do desodorante misturado ao suor do corpo dele enquanto ele murmura seu nome entre um beijo e outro, como se estivesse se agarrando a você ali, naquele momento proibido e secreto.
[✿] JUNTAE. juntae está vermelho até as orelhas enquanto você tranca a porta velha do clube, aproveitando que o restante dos alunos já havia ido embora. você se aproxima lentamente dele, observando com carinho enquanto ele desvia o olhar de você percebendo suas intenções. — “v-você tem certeza que ninguém vai entrar?” ele pergunta, os lábios formando um pequeno bico inconsciente. — “relaxa, juntae. não tem ninguém…” ele respira fundo, tentando controlar a timidez evidente, mas não consegue evitar estremecer quando seus lábios roçam suavemente nos dele e você o deita no sofá velho, montando seu corpo. os olhos dele fecham lentamente, os cílios tremendo de leve quando você intensifica o beijo, pressionando-se gentilmente contra seu colo. beijar ele é sempre uma experiência doce e incrivelmente gentil, as mãos trêmulas pairando pelo seu corpo sem saber onde colocá-las. o silêncio da sala é preenchido apenas pelo som suave dos beijos e respirações aceleradas, enquanto ele ganha confiança aos poucos, apertando você com mais firmeza contra ele. — “não conta pra ninguém, tá?” ele murmura envergonhado, encostando a testa na sua, olhos brilhando intensamente. você ri suavemente, acariciando a nuca dele com ternura. — “vai ser o nosso segredo.”
[✿] BAKU. a porta do quarto mal se fecha atrás de vocês, e humin já está com aquele sorriso torto e provocador, e sem cerimônia, ele te prende contra a cama, uma das mãos apoiada ao lado do seu rosto enquanto apoia o peso do corpo dele com o outro braço com uma confiança quase insolente. — “você estava me provocando o dia todo…” ele sussurra, voz rouca e grave, rosto a centímetros do seu. você tenta responder, mas os lábios dele interrompem qualquer tentativa, beijando você com uma urgência feroz que faz seu coração disparar. as mãos dele não sabem ficar quietas, descendo pela sua cintura, apertando seu quadril, abrindo suas pernas e apoiando seu corpo no seu, numa intensidade que te deixa tonta. ele quebra o beijo abruptamente, sorrindo de um jeito malicioso enquanto observa o efeito que causa em você, o rosto corado e a respiração irregular. — "você não aguenta nada mesmo, né?" ele provoca, deslizando o polegar sobre seu lábio inferior, os olhos brilhando com aquele caos controlado que só ele possui. — "fica tão bonitinha assim, toda sem jeito."
[✿] SEONGJE. o ar no cibercafé era denso com o cheiro de salgadinhos e o som frenético de cliques de mouse e do barulho das teclas. você observava seu namorado, seongje, imerso em seu jogo, a luz do monitor dançando em seus traços concentrados e refletindo na lente de seu óculos. sem uma palavra, ele girou a cadeira em sua direção, o movimento rápido e deliberado, e apenas estendeu a mão e agarrou seu pulso, puxando-a suavemente para o espaço entre as pernas dele. você se inclinou, apoiando as mãos nos ombros dele, seu rosto agora a centímetros um do outro. — "entediada?" a voz dele era um murmúrio baixo, quase um rosnado. você apenas sorriu, traçando a linha da mandíbula dele com a ponta do dedo. — "estava gostando do show." um brilho perigoso cintilou nos olhos dele. ele não se importava com a plateia. na verdade, a presença deles parecia apenas instigá-lo. ele encurta completamente a distância, os lábios quentes encontrando os seus com fome. o beijo dele é provocante, dominador, e ele intensifica o beijo aprofundando-o sem hesitação. seu corpo relaxa sob o toque possessivo dos dedos dele, que agora deslizam por sua nuca e cabelos, ele pressiona os lábios com mais força, puxando seu lábio inferior com os dentes antes de voltar a beijá-la com ainda mais profundidade. quando finalmente se afastam por ar, você percebe o olhar travesso de seongje brilhando com satisfação. ele sorri presunçoso, a mão dando um pequeno tapinha em seu rosto. ele se virou de volta para o computador como se nada tivesse acontecido, pegando o mouse. — "próxima partida," ele anunciou para seus homens, a voz perfeitamente calma.
[✿] BAEKJIN. o beijo dele é firme e viciante, te atraindo, fazendo você pensar que está no comando. ele te observa como se estivesse calculando cada reação sua. você mal fecha a porta e baekjin te lança um olhar da mesa dele, — “você está atrasada…” ele diz, os olhos afiados te analisando como se devorassem cada detalhe seu. assim que você se aproxima da mesa, ele te puxa pela cintura e o beijo que vem é dominador, quente e profundo. ele te levanta pelas coxas, colocando você sentada sobre sua mesa, espalhando seus papéis no chão. sem desgrudar os lábios dos seus, suas mãos sobem pela sua blusa devagar, abrindo alguns botões para que os lábios dele encontrem seu pescoço e clavícula. as mãos dele continuam deslizando habilidosas, explorando cada centímetro do seu corpo por baixo de seu uniforme sem pressa, provocando gemidos baixos. seu beijo é tanto uma demonstração de poder quanto uma rara expressão de afeto. ele te deixa querendo mais, um pouco desequilibrada e completamente cativada. ele se afasta com um sorriso satisfeito, sabendo que venceu esse jogo mais uma vez.
❪ 紳士 ❫ fluff sculptor au some magical elements (youngbin coming to life) themes of creation youngbin x f!reader 1863 cw ノ reader sculpts youngbin, mentions of loneliness, anxiety, and negative self-talk, there's a lot of tension between them, a kiss that borders on makeout, food mention (muffins), not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ for my lovely @lexeees who swears shes a youngbin bias not a hwiyoung bias but i dont believe her. first fic for my bias wrecker 🥹 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
You startle slightly when you hear Youngbin clear his throat behind you, then cough like he's still learning how his throat and lungs connect. That much is true—it's only been about a month since he was… born. Created. Willed into existence by your own existential loneliness. You're not sure which explanation would be most accurate.
You turn around, take in the sight of him standing there, his expression slightly awkward but somehow still bewitching to you. Your own two hands sculpted him. What was supposed to be a masters project to beat your months-long creative block turned into something else entirely. One night he was nothing but clay, standing tall in your home studio, face sculpted over the course of two weeks. The next morning, you walked into the room to see him.
Living flesh, warm and soft. A fully functional mind, already spinning with observations and questions. A soul—one that seemed to already know you, already love you.
"I can't find the muffins," he says helplessly.
You smile fondly and set down the piece of clay you had been wedging. "The coffee ones? You already ate them all, Bin. They're gone."
Youngbin frowns in disappointment. For the past month your coffee muffins have been his favourite. When life was first breathed into him, they were practically the only food left in the house (you had been putting off grocery shopping). You were apologetic when you handed him over that sad espresso infused muffin at first, not anticipating his face would light up in pure elation at the taste. You've made those same muffins every three days since to feed his growing addiction.
Youngbin is a very easy person to please. Although he's still learning the full range of his emotions and feelings, he's settled into something that complements your own temperament for now. And it feels right. It feels like him. He's quick to smile, always searching for warmth or contact in some way, and he grasps onto every word that comes out of your mouth like he needs it to breathe. In many ways, Youngbin is everything you have ever longed for.
You still don't understand how he came to be. The only explanation you can reasonably seize is that this is the universe sending you something good for once. Whether Youngbin is meant to be a distraction or a starting point, you aren't sure. Your loneliness had been all-consuming in the past. Some nights, it still is. But now, for the first time, you have someone. It's exciting and terrifying all at once.
Youngbin is still a bit rough around the edges. You had to teach him how humans worked those first few days. How to eat, when to drink water, how to get used to his body and understand its signals. He was clumsy and adjusting for the first week. But it gave you a purpose. From his first breath, he's been a quick learner, so you never had any doubt he would come into his own. Even after the first hour spent with him, there was no denying it. Youngbin—your work of art—was human.
"Can you make more? Please? We didn't run out of instant espresso again, did we?"
You sigh as you feel Youngbin's truly unreasonable pleading skills work on you. He has such a hold on you, such a specific place in your heart and life. It hasn't been long, but you've forced to become comfortable with Youngbin immediately. Your apartment didn't lend itself to privacy for two people. You even share your bed with him now after you felt bad about his neck pain sleeping on the couch.
You feel like you've known Youngbin for a lifetime. Perhaps it was the weeks you spent carving him from wet clay, sculpting something out of nothing. Or maybe the idea of him has lived in your mind for much longer than that, waiting to be translated into something reality could touch.
For Youngbin, you are his beginning and end. Having only been conscious for a little over a month, his only point of reference is you, and he's convinced you are nothing less than angelic. Even though he's seen other humans on walks or tagging along on your errand runs, they aren't you. He had no interest in anything except you. One of the first traits you noticed in him was stubbornness.
It was only a few hours into existence that he was first met with your negative self-talk, and for someone experiencing everything for the first time, it was clear he hated it the most. He shut down any pessimistic comment you made towards yourself. The pedestal he put you on was immediate and overwhelming. You can't blame him for thinking so highly of you. You did create him. But you couldn't get used to the praise. You've never had anyone so determined to convince you that you are amazing. No matter how many times you told him you were nothing but a regular struggling adult with nothing but a 500 square foot apartment, dwindling art commissions, and crippling anxiety to keep you going, he simply would not buy it.
To you, your life was practically falling apart at the seams, hitting all-time lows. but to Youngbin, he was in awe. It's clear in every gaze and every thought. Every moment he pauses and just takes you in. The reality is always at the forefront of his mind.
He wouldn't exist without you.
You gave him being. You fashioned him out of clay in your little studio that doubled as your bedroom. Youngbin—your sculpture—was a final cry of wanting. And your desperation was answered in the form of unconditional love. He was new to this world, but he didn't need anyone to tell him how to love you. That part came naturally.
You pretend to focus back on your work, picking up your mound of clay and slapping it back on the table a few times. "I think you'll have to work a little harder to convince me to make you another batch of muffins. You ran through the last one in less than 48 hours and—"
Your words stumble into silence when Youngbin's fingers slide against your wrist. He grazes it gently; slow and steady, enough to get you to turn back towards him. His eyes hold weight to them, and his stare is more intense than you think a plea for muffins should warrant.
His hand closes around yours fully, and he takes a step back, leading you with him. The room is small, and the space between your desk, bed, and sculpting space is nearly nonexistent. With both of you holding the rest of the space in the room, there isn't many options for where to go. Youngbin chooses the wall across your bed, gently but sternly setting you against it, hands firmly on your shoulders.
You can't help but swallow, a little dry with anticipation as you try to ignore the fire that lights up inside you. Maybe you shouldn't have left him with free access to all the dramas on your computer to pass the time. He seems to have picked up a few things from them, and you are absolutely not prepared for it.
You want to say something, but you can't conjure up the words. Not under his stare that seems to cause you to sunder. He opens his mouth and you hold your breath, waiting and ready for whatever comes next. But Youngbin's grip loosens after a moment, and his brow creases in a way that reveals his confidence is lost.
That's when you break. You pull him towards you before he can step away, lips against lips in something that has been building for weeks now. With his shirt crumpled under your fists, bits of soft clay transferring onto the fabric, you turn him around, forcing him against the wall. Your touch is firm but gentle, purposeful but incomplete, like you're afraid to fully commit.
He gasps, eyes fluttering shut once he feels you push your body against his. You feel lost at first, pressing your lips against his without any real direction or thought behind it, just determination and emotion. You've never done this before, only imagined how it might feel. You didn't think your first kiss would be against the lips you spent hours carving, forming, shaping into the perfect plumpness, soft but not too big. You know them already, as if you've kissed him a thousand times. Everything about Youngbin is familiar. His body is your own doing.
He puts you in a trance when he grabs your waist and pivots again, this time stumbling in the direction of your bed. Your mind doesn't register anything except his kiss, capturing his lips again whenever he separates for even a split second. When your back hits the soft mattress, head protected by Youngbin's shielding hand, you sigh.
You've fallen into a rhythm now. A perfect dance between your lips and his. He pushes, you pull, and each second you fall deeper into each other. You want it to last longer, savour his taste for hours, but Youngbin separates first. His breath is heavier than yours, hitting just below your neck. You take a deep breath too as your mind races to catch up to the present.
When you open your eyes you're met with the wonder in his. He looks at you like you've just created him all over again. Like you've given him new life.
You blink, letting the fire burn down until there's only simmering embers left—warmth that leaves you smiling uncontrollably. He mirrors your expression, and then he flusters and ducks his head down.
"All this just for some muffins, huh?" You question, staring at the ceiling, biting back your grin. Youngbin's bangs tickle your neck as he buries his head against your chest and mumbles something equivalent to a 'yes'.
Your fingers curl around the ends of his hair and your fingertips trail the line on his neck that leads down to his spine. Every muscle, bone, and vein is there. Humanity in every breath, every emotion, every expression. It still leaves you awestruck when you think about it for too long. You close your eyes and focus on the weight of his body lying on top of yours. How comforting it is to be held by him, kissed by him, adored by him.
That loneliness that once consumed you is a distant memory. Youngbin has vanished every trace of it. His arms that wrap around your waist hold you a bit tighter, reminding you that from now on, it will always be him. Just like you, he savours the feeling of your warm skin under his; your breath on his head, your fingers in his hair, your perfume hinting under the fabric of your shirt.
"I can't make you those muffins unless you move," you whisper, teasing. He doesn't make any moves to get up. In fact, he nuzzles his head against you again and mutters a few words in that soft voice of his.
Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon!
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Third Person POV
In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.
Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.
As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.
Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.
His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.
Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.
In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.
Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.
Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.
In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.
Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.
Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.
Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.
The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.
As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.
Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.
His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.
Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.
On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.
Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.
Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.
Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.
Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.
The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.
Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.
Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.
His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.
Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.
The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.
Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.
Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.
Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.
Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.
The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.
In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.
In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.
(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.
Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.
Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.
As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.
The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.
As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.
In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.
Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.
The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.
The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.
As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.
The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.
Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.
The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.
Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.
As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.
The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.
In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.
The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.
A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.
Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.
The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.
At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.
The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.
As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny.
(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.
The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.
As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?
The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.
Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.
In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.
In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.
With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest.
As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.
(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."
As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.
Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"
The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.
The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.
As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.
The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.
The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.
His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.
"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.
Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.
The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.
As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.
Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.
However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.
Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.
Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.
The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.
With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.
Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.
"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.
The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.
As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.
As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.
"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.
The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.
"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."
Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."
Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."
Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."
In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.
As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.
Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.
"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."
The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.
The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.
"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."
As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.
The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.
With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"
The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.
Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."
Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."
The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.
Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."
Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."
The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.
As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.
Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.
"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.
(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.
In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.
As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.
The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.
With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.
After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."
The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.
Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.
As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.
And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.
Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.
Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.
The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.
As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.
The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.
As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.
Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.
With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.
The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.
As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.
Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.
The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.
Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.
As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.
The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.
In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.
In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.
Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.
Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.
In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.
Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.
Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.
Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.
In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.
The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.
However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.
The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.
As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.
The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.
Smiling into the kiss, you briefly press yourself closer into Youngbin before teasingly pulling away and looking at the elevator door like nothing is happening. Like you’re just waiting impatiently to get home, without your hair a mess and your lipstick indecently smudged at one corner. You bite your lip and hold your breath to hear him panting softly behind you before he pushes himself off the wall. You hum when his strong arms wrap around you from behind and his lips immediately nip at your ear before attaching themselves to your neck. Acting unaffected is hard when all you want is to let him do as he likes. But you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. And maybe that’s why it is so sweet. As if sensing your second of hesitation, Youngbin pulls away. You won’t have that though, you decide as you slide your fingers into his hair and pull him closer. I like this, you purr, and it’s all the reassurance he needs.
➵ sf9 youngbin x fem! reader. enemies with benfits(ish). smut, zero plot.
➵wc: 803 words
➵ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight degradation, fingering, piv, hair pulling, marking, creampie. everything portrayed in this writing is consensual, however be smart about having sex and do not take this as an example. If this writing isn’t for you, DO NOT INTERACT, that includes minors, of course. unedited.
➵a/n: i don’t usually write smut so please keep that in mind. feedback is appreciated as i do look forward to improving❤️
this was a request by @petitebakers
“I thought you hated me.”
Youngbin’s voice comes from above you and although your eyes are half-closed, you can tell his smiling. That smug, disgusting smile he saves especially for you.
“I do,” you breathe, though your grip around his forearm tightens.
Not a believable statement when he is quite literally balls deep inside you. Youngbin chuckles, his hips moving back leaving you almost empty before he rams back into you, causing a whimper you cannot swallow.
This doesn’t have to mean anything. It hasn’t meant anything the past three times it’s happened. Youngbin is a de-stressor for the same stress he causes.
“Of course you do.” He’s still amused, although you can hear that slight lack of breath before he thrusts his hips again.
“Shut up, Youngbin,” You roll your eyes. You certainly don’t want to talk, you only want him to keep moving. To feel his dick against your walls, throbbing and pulsing. “And keep fucking me.”
This makes youngbin halt every movement. Not before pulling completely out of you, the newfound emptiness has your pussy clenching around nothing and you thrash against the mattress, your legs closing to rub against each other wanting to create the friction you need so badly.
Youngbin’s hand is between your thighs, keeping them apart before you can even catch relief. His head cocks to the side slowly and his fingers ghost the inside of your thigh, painfully slow.
“Say please,” he says, his tone grave and demanding. It usually takes a little more to piss him off, but he’s not having it tonight. “If you want me to keep fucking you, say please.”
You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, yet the grip he’s got on your thighs is strong enough that you can’t possibly close them. And you need to feel something.
“I’m waiting,” he coos, and his fingers trace a path up. Youngbin taps them slowly closer and closer to the place where you want them.
You want to make a smart-ass remark, but your brain empties the moment his index finger teases your entrance. And he enters it so slowly it’s torture. You moan.
His thumb moves in circles on your clit just as slow. Teasing you, testing you. And when you thrust into his hand he presses you down harder than before.
“Desperate, aren’t we?” He mocks and adds another finger, pumping in and out.
You like his fingers, he damn well knows how to use them. But they’re not enough, not tonight. You moan again as he continues rubbing the small bundle of nerves and his fingers pump you teasingly.
“Please,” you finally give in. Your throat rasps the word out while both your hands sink on the mattress. “Please.”
“Oh look at you, begging to have a dick inside you.” Youngbin sinks his fingers on you again, more aggressive this time and when he pulls them out, you don’t have enough time to beg again before his penis is on their place, filling you up.
He is relentless now, thrusting hard and fast. His lips attached to your neck as he grunts and moans, joining your already uncontrollable mewls. One of your hands runs down his back, you know he is going to make you pay later for scratching him, he might leave a mark on your neck as of that moment. But your brain doesn’t dwell on the details, not when you can feel the knot forming on the pit of your stomach, you’re close to your release.
You pull on his hair and Youngbin’s moans become deeper, wilder as he increases the pace. The sounds of skin against skin and your moans mixed is extremely sinful and you are glad you chose to reunite in your apartment instead of his. Another ‘please’ escapes your lips when his hand goes down to your clit again and finally, with a loud whimper you reach your orgasm.
“Good girl,” Youngbin manages to say still rutting inside you. Through the fog of pleasure you can feel his dick twitching, before he comes inside you. “Good girl.” he repeats, slowing down yet not pulling out of you even as his boner dies down.
Your heart is racing and your body still spasms a little but you sigh, satisfied. This doesn’t happen as often as it should, you think. And immediately toss the thought aside. It already happens a lot more than it should.
When Youngbin pulls out and falls next to you in bed, you feel his seed seeping out and shiver.
“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he promises staring first at the mess and then at your face. “Let me catch my breath for a minute.”
You still hate him, and he still hates you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t do this. It’s like a small favor.
trigger warning(s): sexual descriptions, fingering, slight public sex
kinktober day 26 prompt: fingering
Youngbin holds his chin with one hand, fingers tapping his cheek. It’s a slow rhythm, following the sound blasting through the speakers in the studio.
His other hand is rubbing your inner thighs, his fingertips traveling a little further than you expected them. You clear your throat, pushing his hand away. Your eyes narrow as if asking him what he’s doing, but your boyfriend simply hides his cheeky smile behind the back of his palm.
“I think maybe the melody could be a little more harmonious towards the bridge,” Youngbin ponders, watching his members replay the first part of the song.
He forces your legs open, fingers tugging at the fabric covering your pussy. He flashes you a smile, feeling the wet patch.
“Shut up,” you mumble, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder.
He teases past your folds and in that moment you feel so glad his oversized hoodie is wrapped around your legs. He doesn’t shy away to insert them and gently pump his digits in and out, even when Juho sits across him at the table. You sigh, teeth biting into his shoulder, struggling to keep the moans in.
It was supposed to be a cute lunch date with matching drinks and bento boxes; you should’ve realized Youngbin won’t let you get away that easily after the sneaky make-out session you had in the bathroom.
“Do you think we can add some background vocals?” his thumb rubs your clit, voice as steady as ever. He smiles at you, eyes fluttering as if trying to say he wants to hear your moans.
You grip his arm, turning your flushed face away from his members.
“Can we write a rap guide by tomorrow too?” Youngkyun asks as she shuffles around the room.
“Probably,” Youngbin replies, voice as calm as ever even though he was knuckles deep inside your pussy. “What do you think, babe? Do you want to come by tomorrow and hear another version?”
You really tried your best to focus on the music and not the gazes from all the creepy men seated at the foot of the stage watching you dance. That was far easier said than done, though. When you finished your routine and the spotlight moved to the other catwalk, you dropped your seductive expression and just settled for a small frown, quickly scooping up the loose money by your feet.
You really tried your best to focus on the music and not the gazes from all the creepy men seated at the foot of the stage watching you dance. That was far easier said than done, though. When you finished your routine and the spotlight moved to the other catwalk, you dropped your seductive expression and just settled for a small frown, quickly scooping up the loose money by your feet.
Walking off stage, you spotted your boss waiting for you, like he did sometimes. He had that familiar smirk on his face as he looked you up and down slowly, letting you know that your night was about to get even longer.
“Hey doll,” Youngbin greeted you, immediately pulling you against his chest. Your cheeks flushed; you were just in lingerie, while he was dressed in a suit. “Wanna come hang out while I finish balancing the books?”
It wasn’t really a question; Youngbin already knew you’d do anything he asked of you. He’d taken you on as a dancer when you’d been at rock bottom, despite you not really doing that well at your audition. And until you’d improved your skills and gotten more favorable time slots, he gave you money for food and let you stay above the club. You granted any request he had because you were truly grateful for his support. It also didn’t hurt that he was extremely attractive and knew all the right buttons to push to get what he wanted, but you trusted him not to actually manipulate you.
“Can I change first?” you asked him, putting on your best doe eyes. Youngbin leaned back a little, looked you up and down again, then shook his head. His hand slipped down from your lower back to your ass, giving it a light pinch just to watch you jolt against him.
“No can do, sweetheart,” he faux sighed, brushing away a loose strand of your hair. “I wanna admire this work of art in front of me a little bit longer, if you’ll let me.”
Once again, you found your cheeks burning hotly as you avoided his eyes. Always the smooth talker, but it never ceased to make you blush. “Alright,” you agreed, letting him steer you towards his table with a hand on your lower back.
You could feel all the jealous eyes on you, either wishing to be you or Youngbin right now. Unfortunately for them, neither of you had any interest in anyone aside from each other.
Youngbin sat down first in the booth, his paperwork already spread out all across the table. Before you could even complain about him being disorganized, he had pulled you down into his lap and wrapped his arm around your waist.
“You can sit on my lap until I’m done working,” he said with a smirk, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder.
You couldn’t lie. It was totally boring to sit there while Youngbin silently wrote out calculations and compared reports. But you must not have hid it as well as you thought, since he suddenly began to bounce his leg. Being barely clothed, you couldn’t help but to let out a moan when his thigh brushed up against your clothed pussy. You couldn’t even squirm away since he was holding your waist tightly.
“Stop moving so much, I’m almost done with these papers,” Youngbin scolded you. You turned slightly to complain that it was his fault, only to see that devilish smirk that told you it was no accident. “Are you that impatient, doll?”
You moaned softly as he bit your earlobe, his hand squeezing your waist as he pressed his thigh upwards. “Everyone here can see, you know? They just have to look over and they’d see you falling apart on my thigh. You must like that, yeah? I can feel you leaking against my pants, sweetheart.” His hand slipped down to your panties, pressing against the wet cloth as he chuckled. “Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you.”
“Youngbin, please,” you sighed, dropping your head down onto his shoulder.
His smirk grew wider, palm cupping your center. “What is it, doll?”
You moaned quietly into his ear as he rubbed slow circles over your clothed clit, gently rocking your hips against his hand. “Please fuck me, I’m going crazy here.”
Youngbin clicked his tongue, thumb pressing against your button for an extra few seconds just to feel your body shudder against him in desperation. He loved to make you beg, it drove him wild with desire to know just how bad you wanted him when you could get any guy who laid eyes on you. “I don’t know, I’m still not done with my reports…”
You gripped the hair at the base of his neck harshly and frowned, pulling his head back so you could glare at him. “Take me in the back and fuck me now or I won’t let you touch me for a week.”
He scoffed, pulling his hand away from your body entirely. “You’ll regret that, sweetheart,” he said, pushing you off his lap and standing up. He signaled for one of the security guards nearby to clean up the paperwork from the table, then led you towards his office.
He barely pushed you into the room before he had his hands on you again, racing to touch whatever exposed skin he could. And you certainly had a lot of it. You focused on getting his clothes off, hurriedly pushing his suit jacket off before attacking the buttons on his shirt.
Youngbin gripped your wrists before you could get very far, a dark look in his eyes. “I told you you’d regret it, doll,” he warned. “Go sit on my desk and wait for me.”
You felt like being a little bit bratty, so you crossed your arms and refused to move. “No.”
He paused from unbuttoning his sleeves and raised his eyebrows, not quite believing what he was hearing. You were usually obedient, so it was a bit of a surprise that you wanted to take this the other way for once. He crossed the room and grabbed your chin tightly in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. “What was that? I thought I heard you trying to disobey me.”
Your thighs were quivering and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, but you held your ground. “I said no. I will not just sit pretty for you while you ignore me again. I want to be fucked already!” Your voice turned whiny at the end, but you didn’t even care. You just wanted Youngbin to rip off your stage outfit already and give it to you good, not play these stupid games he loved so much. There was a time and place for that, but it wasn’t now.
“I think you forget who makes the rules around here,” he growled, quickly unclasping your bra and pulling it off. He stared at your exposed breasts and palmed at his clothed cock, groaning lowly. “Can you use that mouth for anything other than being a total brat?”
You rolled your eyes, dropping to your knees. You spit on your hand and started to pump his shaft slowly, making sure to coat it as much as you could. Then you bumped the tip against your lips, smirking as he hissed from above you. You hollowed your cheeks and took him deep into your throat, humming.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, though his voice was a bit choked up. One hand went into your hair to try and guide you further onto his cock, the other pulled out his cell phone and began recording you. “Show me how good you can take me,” he said.
Bracing yourself with a hand on his hip, you took his shaft as deep into your throat as you could, feeling the tip touch the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, pulling back enough to get some air before repeating the action. You knew Youngbin loved when you choked on his cock like this, and as long as you were careful about not going too fast, it drove you crazy as well. Knowing you had the power to reduce such a man to near tears was an incredible feeling that you held onto.
Youngbin’s hand was getting too shaky to keep recording, so he tapped the top of your head. “Sweetheart, stop or I’m going to come,” he warned you. Unfortunately, since you were in a bratty mood today, you decided to ignore him and keep going. You sucked him into the back of your throat once more, reaching up to play with his balls. With just a light squeeze, he was coming hard down your throat, hips stuttering. Grinning playfully, you wiped the back of your mouth and pinched his hip, standing up. Youngbin ended the recording with a shaky breath, looking at you in disbelief.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that too, doll,” he growled, reaching out and grabbing you by the hips. Before you could even protest, he had your hands behind your back and was pressing you face down on his desk. Your nipples were brushing against the cold surface, causing you to whine. “Keep your hands here while I take these off or I won’t let you cum,” he warned. Youngbin hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down, pressing a kiss to your ass before pinching it.
You knew you were pushing your luck by now, but you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together for some friction. He hated when you got too impatient to wait for him, but you were horny and just wanted to get railed. This was the quickest and easiest way to make that happen.
“What did I just say?” You giggled to yourself a little at his frustrated tone, only to yelp when his hand came down on your ass harshly. “That’s it, I’m tired of you acting out.”
You felt his tip poking at your entrance as he lined himself up, sliding into you easily. Your body rocked against his desk with the force of his thrust, making you moan out obscenely. Youngbin grunted, reaching up to grab the back of your neck with his hand and force your head to stay down against the desk. You could hear the sound of your juices squelching as he pounded into you at a brutal pace, drool threatening to fall out of your mouth as you went dumb with pleasure. This was exactly what you’d wanted from your boss tonight, and you were more than happy now that it was actually coming true.
“Are you happy now, brat?” he grunted, leaning down next to your ear. “You’re so wet. You must love being at my mercy.” You nodded frantically, trying to press back against his dick. Youngbin wasn’t having any of it though, his grip on your neck tightening. “Stop moving or I really won’t let you come.”
He reached between your body and the desk, pressing his thumb on your clit until your legs started to buckle. You knew he was doing it on purpose; it was the quickest way to get you to the edge of your orgasm and he was taking full advantage of that. “Youngbin, please,” you begged, wriggling your body desperately. You were maybe starting to regret acting like a brat earlier, but you weren’t ready to admit it just yet.
“Ask me nicely, doll,” he laughed, dipping two of his fingers into your pussy alongside his dick.
You cried out, tears filling your eyes as he slowly stroked your walls. “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have been a brat, please let me come. I won’t do it again!” Your mind was going hazy as he kept thrusting into you, ignoring your pleas. You felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, excitement flooding your body. But just when you thought you were about to release, Youngbin pulled out entirely, stepping away from you.
“Youngbin!” you screamed, completely frustrated as your high disappeared into thin air. “Let me come!”
He clicked his tongue, pressing his hand into the center of your back rather roughly. “That’s not how you’re going to get to come, doll,” he sighed. Then he was gone again, sliding into his desk chair and patting his lap. “Get over here and earn your orgasm if you want it so bad,” he informed you, lazily stroking his cock.
You blinked in confusion at first, but then you stood up and hurried over to his lap. You grabbed his dick and lined it up with your entrance, sinking down onto it with a loud moan. “You’re so deep,” you groaned, steadying yourself on his shoulders before you began bouncing. He gripped your hips and smiled up at you, watching you with a fondness that only slipped out sometimes.
“Are you close, doll?” he asked you after a few moments of only the sound of your skin slapping together. He was squeezing your ass in his hands, occasionally pressing kisses and bites to your chest. You nodded frantically, pleasure curling in your gut as you swirled your hips on top of his. He hit a certain spot within you on one particular thrust, making you cry out loudly.
“More, faster,” you begged him. Youngbin slipped his hand between your bodies and rubbed quick circles over your clit, dragging you over the edge with a shout. Soon after, he was spilling his seed into you, holding you tightly to his chest as you both came down from your orgasms. When you were done, you slumped against him with a sigh.
“Can we go home now?” you asked, glancing up at his sweaty face. He smiled down at you, brushing your hair out of your face and leaning in for a kiss.
“Of course, doll. But let’s clean up here first,” he said, gesturing to the mess all around his desk.
Plot: You've tried so hard to stay awake until midnight so you could be the first person to say happy birthday to Youngbin but havin the busy weekend you've had with work you couldn't make it in time.
A/N: Happiest of the birthdays to the best leader to ever exist 🎂❤ He deserves the entire world because he's just so damn sweet and caring ❤ I really hope he has an amazing birthday and that he can fulfill all his dreams ❤❤ Happy birthday Binnie! 🎂❤
P.S: I'm so damn soft right now for him 🤧 sorry not sorry 🤧❤
Taglist -> @ailoveyuta @jaysbestie (let me know if you want to be added!)
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Just a few more minutes. You thought to yourself, forcing your eyelids to stay open for a few more minutes so you could jump into your boyfriend's arms when he arrived home after promotions and be the first human being to say ‘happy birthday’ to him. You perfectly knew he was fine with you falling asleep before he arrived home, he even let you know that a few hours ago when you both talked on the phone. “Babe your health is more important and you know that. It’s okay if you don’t say that before everyone else for a year.” He said on the phone, wanting to make sure you would put your health before his birthday. Little did he know you couldn’t sleep in peace if you didn’t say ‘happy birthday first.
It kind of became a habit to say those insignificant words before everyone else when you met him 3 years ago on that karaoke night when you were trying to forget an asshole and he was celebrating his birthday with his friends. For some reason that day you felt the urge to keep in touch with him and, especially, be the one saying ‘happy birthday’ as soon as the clock hands marked midnight, just like if it were the only opportunity you would get to say it before he faded into the thin air. At first it was cute that you had that little habit but as years went by and now you shared an apartment, he couldn’t really understand why you had that innocent urge. Somehow, it felt like he would go away forever if you didn’t pronounce those words before midnight and yes, you were too afraid of losing him now.
“Baby what are you doing here.” A soft and familiar voice while a soft hand caressed your right cheek. You fell into a deep slumber while remembering his words and how you both met, making you feel so guilty for not being able to be as energetic as he was used to seeing you. “I’m so sorry. I really tried to stay awake for you.” You said half asleep, taking his soft hand in yours and caressing it in a lovely way.
Your sleepy eyes finally met his gleaming ones in the dark room, only illuminated by the soft light coming from a little lamp you both bought on your first day of buying furniture for your brandly new apartment. You took a few seconds to admire the amazing man that was sitting on the floor right in front of you, admiring you as well. Once again, you felt the love he held in his galaxy looking like orbs. You couldn’t help your heart rate going faster, not really knowing how to handle so much love and care. Ever since you both met, it felt like the universe finally danced in peace, like all the negative things faded away whenever you both were together. And today, more than any other day, you needed to stare at him so you could feel all your problems and stress from the past few days fade away.
“I love you.” You quietly said out of the blue. His surprised expression made you giggle, he looked so cute whenever he acted surprised when you said those words. But this time, he was really surprised. But you, on the other hand, never said those words as convinced and confident as you did right there. Those kinds of moments are the ones when you notice and realize how much you love him. Not only because he’s handsome but because you love every single thing about his personality and soul. Even those stupid habits that makes you go mad when he forgets to clean a dish or put his hoodies inside the wardrobe. “I love you too.” He finally said, the word sincere written all over his face as he flashed a soft smile and cupped your cheeks to pull you into a soft kiss full of the love you had for each other.
“Don’t you have anything else to say?” He said with a teasing tone as he got in the bed after getting in his comfortable pyjamas and after tugging you into the warm blankets. “Happy birthday, idiot.” You said, smiling widely yet tiredly as you snuggled into his arms and inhaled his beautiful scent that never failed to make you feel at home. “That’s my little star.” He said, tightening his embrace around your cold body, ready to go into deep slumber like you did a few minutes ago while waiting for him.
You both met when you had a broken heart, when you weren’t the true ray of sunshine self he always loved you to be. But you definitely met right when you both needed, right when you both longed for true love and someone to wake up next to and that said ‘I love you’ without hesitating. You both longed for a loved one and you found each other right there and right then. Making his birthday wish of finding someone he could love come true.
