cosmicbrownskin

[cosmicbrownskin]

Hii honey, i’d like to request a fic where the reader is Jisung’s girlfriend, and she has a curvy/chubby body — including an apron belly and visible stretch marks. She’s always been a little self-conscious, but she’s trying to love herself more. One day, she goes out to the beach with some friends, wearing something a little more revealing than usual because she wants to feel confident. But people make rude comments about her body, and she ends up coming home early, crying and feeling humiliated and ashamed. Jisung finds her crying and comforts her. He reassures her, reminding her how beautiful and sexy she is to him (ykyk 🫣🫣)

There’s absolutely no pressure if you decide not to write this/not comfortable writing this. I respect your boundaries and guidelines <3

I love your fics and your blog sm!!

let me be your mirror | han jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x chubby!reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Established Relationship Warnings: Mentions of weight, weight insecurity, rude comments about weight Notice: Hello, my love! Thank you so much for your request! I'm so glad you like my blog and my stories! I always love writing comfort stories like this, especially as a chubbier girl myself. Without further ado, enjoy the story!

word count: 2.7K

You never liked looking in the mirror.

Growing up, you had always been a curvier individual. You had thicker thighs, an apron belly, and visible stretch marks along your hips and thighs. As a kid, you never thought much of it; however, as you grew into your teenaged and young adult years, you found yourself struggling more with accepting your body as it was.

You were not terribly self-conscious, but you were just enough to where any wrong move of your body or incorrect glance in the mirror would make you shrink back into yourself. 

Therefore, you rarely looked into a mirror, not intently at least; if it was necessary, such as doing your makeup, hair, or brushing your teeth, you obliged, of course. Yet you never observed yourself; you never looked at how outfits looked on you or how your figure was reflected back at you in general. You did not want to go through the effort of picking out the perfect outfit just to view one small flaw in the mirror and question everything you had previously thought.

Because of your reasoning, you never looked in the mirror more than you had to.

Today, however, was the day you were going to change that.

Thankfully, with the help of those who cared for you and a little self-motivation, you found yourself trying more and more to love yourself; after all, body positivity was in, and if anyone else had a problem with your body, that was on them, right?

Thus, you found yourself smiling for the first time ever as you looked in the mirror. Today was beach day with your friends—an event you had all been planning for weeks. You had figured for such a special occasion, why not treat yourself to a new bathing suit?

It was a bit revealing, you would admit—a two piece, baby blue bikini with a thin-stringed top and tie-sides on the bottoms that hugged and accentuated your body in all of its prominent curves.

But damn did you look amazing.

The bathing suit fit just right in every facet. The top showed a moderate amount of cleavage while also keeping everything secure. The apron belly you were so used to hiding was on full display and with pride. The bottoms, although riding up slightly, were tied to perfection around your hips and ass. The stretch marks on your thighs were visible, but you did not mind; everyone has them, you thought.

For the first time in a long time, you felt confident in how you looked, and you were excited to head to the beach and flaunt just how spectacular you appeared and felt.

As if your excitement could not peak further, your ever adoring boyfriend, Jisung, entered the room.

“Hey, baby. Do you want—DAMN!” Jisung nearly dropped his phone, his jaw dropping and eyes going agape. “Hello, gorgeous!”

Jisung immediately adorned his words by taking your hands in his, kissing the tops of them lightly as he found himself completely mesmerized by you.

You let out a light chuckle.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if I look okay,” you remarked, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

“‘Okay?!’” Jisung repeated in an exasperated tone of voice. “You look more than ‘okay!’ You look stunning! Beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal, sexy—”

“Okay, Ji!” you laughed out, pushing his shoulder slightly. “I get it!”

Jisung giggled. 

“Seriously, love,” Jisung continued. “You look very nice.”

Your boyfriend came closer to you, resting his hands on your shoulders and kissing your forehead.

“And I hope you have a wonderful time with your friends.”

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” you quietly asked, your hands lightly grasping his forearms. Jisung nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just not in a beachy mood today,” he replied with a smile. “Think I’ll stay home and game for a while.”

You smiled, giving an understanding nod.

“If you’re sure.”

At that moment, you heard a car honk from outside of your apartment, undoubtedly belonging to your friends.

“That’s my cue,” you beamed, taking an opportunity to glance one more time in the mirror. “Are you sure I look good?”

“Babe, I promise you look absolutely, undeniably beautiful,” Jisung reaffirmed. “Now go have fun with your friends!”

“Okay, okay!” you chuckled airily, grabbing the small beach bag you had packed and pecking Jisung’s cheek before heading out.

Jisung smiled as you did so, his heart filled with pride as he saw his girl being confident in herself.

The sun was warm on your skin as you stepped out of the car and carefully onto the soft sand, feeling its grainy texture sink in between your toes. You took in a deep breath, intaking the scent of fresh air mixed with the slight mist and salt of the water nearby.

Your mind was clear, enthused, and ready for the day ahead.

You and your friends were quick in setting everything up; beach chairs lounged just near the shore, towels draped over them. A basket sat nearby filled with snacks and drinks for the day. Most importantly, you and your friends splashed, laughed, and swam as the sun made you all glow. You were enjoying yourselves without a care in the world.

The day was perfect.

Until the comments came.

You had emerged from the water to grab a snack; you had been in the water for almost thirty minutes by that point, so were you feeling quite hungry. As you reached into the basket to grab a mini-sandwich your friend had brought along, you heard snickers from nearby.

At first, you thought it was just the wind rustling against nearby tree branches, so you thought nothing of it.

Then, you heard the whispers.

“Bold move wearing that.”

“What was she thinking?”

“Of course she’s grabbing a snack.”

You turned around, finding the source of the comments to be a group of teenage girls sitting on a hill nearby. As soon as you noticed them, they looked away, pressing their lips together in attempts to contain their cruel laughter.

Yet again, you tried to shake it off.

You thought you looked great, and that was all that mattered.

However, as you turned away, focusing back on your sandwich and the sun encapsulating you in its heat, the comments continued.

One in particular stuck in your mind:“I wouldn’t leave my house if I looked like her.”

You froze.

Your heart tightened. You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning with a mix of fury and sadness. Your previously confident demeanor had melted away in an instant. Suddenly, your bikini felt too tight; your stretch marks turned from something everyone had into something that disgraced your thighs. Everything felt as if it was spilling over.

Including your tears.

Without thinking, you went to find the friend who had driven you all to the beach, wrapping a towel around your waist in an attempt to conceal yourself from the rest of the beach, whom you prayed were not thinking the same as those girls.

“Hey, Winter?” you yelled out, motioning for her to come towards you.

“Hey girl! What’s up? Are you okay?” Her voice morphed from delight to panic as she noticed your beet-red face and tear-stained cheeks.

“I’m so sorry to ask, but, um,” you choked your words out, trying not to cry in between syllables. “Can you drive me home?”

“Babes, we just got here,” Winter responded with a teasing tone. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine,” you said quickly. Too quickly.

“Are you sure?” Winter asked, crossing her arms and not believing you for a second.

“Yeah, I just…” You stole another glance at the teenagers, who were still cackling. “I don’t feel well is all. I’m sorry.”

Winter looked at you, then towards the girls, then back at you. Her eyes screamed at you that you did not have to leave because of some petty ass teenagers, but your gaze yelled back that you needed to get out of there before you broke down.

Finally, Winter nodded in understanding and sympathy, quickly explaining to your other friends what was going on. They all bid their farewells—most of them frowning as they did so—as you and Winter made your way to Winter’s car.

The car ride home was silent. You did not want to talk about what had happened, and Winter respected that.

Before you knew it, you were back at your apartment, looking at the front door with regret.

How could a day that was supposed to be so fun turn into such a disaster?

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” Winter spoke, dragging you out of your degrading thoughts. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Yeah,” you responded in a soft voice, trying to conceal your heart-ache. “See ya.”

You hopped out of the car, walking regretfully to the apartment, the towel still snug around you.

You slipped inside, shutting the door softly behind you and trying to keep your sobs from spilling out in fear you would worry Jisung.

You nearly collapsed on the couch, laying down and burying your face in your hands as you quietly cried.

You did not understand.

You had been so confident.

You thought you looked good.

Ji thought you looked good.

Your friends thought you looked good.

Why did you let a group of immature teenagers who did not even know the difference between you and the next person get to you?

They had made every insecurity of yours resurface, and you hated that more than anything. More so, you were upset at yourself for letting it happen.

However, before you could sink deeper into your despairful mindset, you heard a door creek open and footsteps echoing down the hallway, along with brief laughs and mutters.

Jisung.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, using the towel to quickly wipe your face of any tears and praying to God Jisung would be so focused on getting back to his game that he would not notice you being home so early.

Your efforts were in vain.

As Jisung strided by the entrance to the living room, he glanced inside, swiftly noticing you on the couch. He took a step back, his brows furrowed as he walked inside the room.

“Back already, baby?” he asked in confusion. “That was a short trip.”

“Yeah, uh, the beach was kinda dirty! Killed the vibe!”

You hid your face as much as possible from him with the towel, trying to mask the crack in your voice.

Jisung knew you better than that, though.

“Honey,” he said, his tone urging as he took a seat beside you on the couch. “Are you okay?”

His hands came gently over top of yours, lightly bringing down the towel from in front of your face.

The sight before him—your reddened face, puffy eyes, and tear-streaked cheeks—broke his heart.

“Sweetheart, what happened?”

You did not even answer before the tears poured out. It was as if everything—the humiliation, the shame, and the insecurity—came crashing down on you all at once.

Within seconds, Jisung pulled you into his arms, his hands tracing soft circles on your back.

“I’m,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for, baby?”

“For coming home early,” you replied shakily. “And for letting some losers ruin my day.”

“Did somebody say something to you, Honey?” Jisung asked, his voice soft and steady.

“These girls,” you began. “They kept laughing at me and making really mean comments. One of them said she would never leave her house if she looked like me.”

Jisung’s eyebrowed crossed and his grip on you became tighter.

“I am so sorry, baby,” he gently cooed. “Those girls don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“But what if they do, Ji?” you questioned, all self-doubt re-entering your mind. “I mean, look at me. I’m hideous. I’m hideous and I’m chubby and I never wanna fucking go outside or look in a mirror ever again.”

You practically fell over in Jisung’s lap, sobbing uncontrollably as he consoled you.

“Hey, listen to me,” he told you softly. “You are not hideous. Sure, you’re a little chubby, but that doesn’t have anything to do with your beauty. If anything, it makes you even more beautiful to me.”

“How?” you sputtered out. 

All of a sudden, an idea popped in Jisung’s mind.

“Let me show you,” he answered vaguely.

He gently lifted you up, guiding you to your shared bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, just in front of the mirror perched in the room.

“C’mere,” he told you, patting his leg. You hesitantly obliged, sitting comfortably in Jisung’s lap, but refusing to look at yourself in the mirror; you feared that if you did, the events of the day would never leave your brain.

Jisung, however, was not having that.

“Look at yourself baby,” he whispered. You shook your head quickly, a lump forming in your throat.

“Baby,” Jisung said more sternly. “I need you to look at yourself. For me. Please?”

Jisung’s eyes pleaded with yours, the pureness of his gaze finally allowing you to give in.

You reluctantly glanced at the mirror, trying not to scowl at every part of your body. As you did so, Jisung kissed your cheek.

“Good job, love,” he told you. “Now, I want you to know that what you think is hideous, I think is absolutely breathtaking.”

His hands moved to your waist, slowly sliding up and down your sides as his head rested on your shoulder.

“Like here, for example,” he continued, his hands now coming just in front enough to lay on your apron belly. “You always see the flaws, but I see home. This belly is yours; it’s soft and warm, it’s where I rest my head when I’m tired, and it's slowly where you learned to love yourself first. It’s part of you, and that makes it perfect.”

Jisung’s hands then moved to your thighs, massaging them lightly.

“And don’t even get me started on your thighs, baby,” he told you with a chuckle. “Way better than any pillow, not to mention I have to resist the urge to smack your ass whenever you walk by me in your shorts—”

“Ji!”

“Sorry!” He let out a light laugh and you did the same, making him light up as he watched the sadness within you slowly melt away. “But it’s true! They’re so thick and soft and they automatically make anything you wear look damn amazing!”

You let out another string of giggles as Han playfully jiggled your thighs.

“Oh, and these,” he continued, his fingertips lightly tracing your stretch marks. “These are the most you. They tell your story. Everything you’ve been through.”

Jisung leaned down, pressing feather light kisses to them.

“Baby, I wish you knew how I looked at you,” Jisung stated in a gentle tone just above a whisper. “You are so, so beautiful to me. Not just because of how you look but because of who you are. I love every mark, every curve, and every inch of you. You are sexy, strong, and most importantly, you are enough, my love.”

His arms wrapped tightly around your middle, and as you held tightly onto him, you felt yourself breathe a little easier. The truth was that Jisung saw you; he saw you as more than a chubby girl. He saw the real you, curves and all, and his love made the world seem a little less cruel.

“I think I’m going to head back to the beach,” you whispered, a newfound determination present within you.

“Hell yeah,” Jisung whispered back. “And when you get there, flaunt what you’ve got to those bitches. Because you are gorgeous and have every right to own it, baby.”

You smiled brightly, standing up as Han followed suit and turning to face him.

“I love you,” you said quietly. “Thank you for that.”

Jisung brought you into his arms once again for a brief, yet tight and warm hug.

“I love you too,” Jisung replied with a sweet, smooth voice. “Never forget that.”

You were determined not to, as you realized that the only mirror that accurately reflected yourself was Jisung himself.

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[cosmicbrownskin]

hyung line seeing your natural hair for the first time .ᐟ

pairing : blackfem!reader x hyung line (separate)

genre : fluff n pure cuteness. that's it.

warnings : kissing, pet names, violent threats, cursing.

has links to hairstyles found on pinterest!

backstory : so basically, you guys started dating when your hair was straightened. so they haven't seen your natural hair yet. hence, why they're surprised.

a/n: im so super excited to do this one, due to the fact that poc (that are also stays) people don't get much recognition here on tumblr. the maknae line might be delayed due to my vacation, sorry!!!

feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

word count: 652

bangchan - 방찬

you were putting your hair into this hairstyle, when chan entered the bathroom

this mans jaw would DROP

but he would fall in love all over again (kisses everywhere for the next straight week)

"baby, why haven't seen your beautiful hair like this before?!"

would spend the entire day researching about your hair

listens to you talk about your hair

almost fainted at the amount of hair products you owned

"Jesus Christ, that's like 50 products!"

probably could almost faint again at the beauty supply store

when he saw the different color eco gels on the shelf, he just had to ask

"baby what's the difference between the brown and green gel?"

most DEFINITELY would rest his head in it (with consent obviously)

poor channie would bring home the wrong hair products for you

"it's the wrong one? i'm going back"

you would have to convince him it's fine and that he doesn't have to go

moral of this, he just fell in love all over again

leeknow - 리노

you had been doing your hair in the bathroom while leeknow went to go get lunch and ran some errands

he opened the door to find Dori, Soonie, and Doongie at your feet

"i was looking for y- wow."

absolutely flabbergasted at how big your puffs were

you originally thought he didn't like it, due to the fact that your hair was straight when you two got together

"jagiya, it looks so good on you."

accidentally got his hands stuck in it (bless this kitty.)

found out about amount of hair products from Doongie while you were at work

"how does y/n use this many..."

but he didn't judge because he didn't know much about it (also why would he judge his beautiful black girlfriend..??????)

the next morning you were doing your hair again

he had been hugging you from behind, head on your shoulder

the cats were on counter following your every move along with leeknow

was just completely entranced.

had to untangle a cat's paw or 2 out your hair (dori and soonie were curious)

is protective over you, especially to any jokes or certain looks about your hair

"don't mind them jagiya. they're like this because they don't have as much hair as you."

always smiled when you kept your hair out like this and not straightened

changbin - 창빈

you just left your hair in a afro

did a QUADRUPLE take when he walked past the bathroom

"sweetheart your hair was this big and fluffy THE WHOLE TIME?!"

would fall in love all over again (this mf had actual heart eyes)

is completely distracted in the studio until jisung asked him

"changbin what's wrong? this is like the fifth time you've been spaced out."

proceeds to absolutely gush and become a fanboy over your hair

thinks about it all the damn time

the proudest smile on his face when you get compliments

buys literally anything at the beauty supply for you

has been at the beauty supply so many times that the employees just know

practically lives in your afro (loves the feeling and the scent of all the hair products

will most DEFINITELY throw a dumbell at anyone who looks at you and your hair wrong while you two are on your gym date

got matching bonnets for you two

is completely inlove again

hyunjin - 현진

you tied your hair up, making sure it was out of the way

when hyunjin entered the bathroom it was like a play

he gasped dramatically

"i've got an heaven sent girlfriend. i'm the luckiest man alive."

"is it bad...?"

"I LOVE THEM"

taking his eyes off of you was not an option

came back from an errand run with two bags filled with hair products

did his research and found temporary hair dye for your hair type

shaped your puffs into stars with the most delicate touch ever

painted you (for his eyes and yours only)

refills hair products without you having to ask

absolutely adores hair supply runs with you (even if he gets looks, he just wants you to be happy

wrote poems about you and hair

showed his members SO many photos of it

bought so many matching bonnets for the two of you

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[cosmicbrownskin]

"well that was unexpected."

pairings : hybrid!seungmin x fem!reader

genre : pure fluff, maybe a lil bit of angst..? (if you squint.)

warnings : n/a

a/n : okay so i got my idea from one of my AMAZING LONG TIME mutuals @doliveiraa, go read her hyunjin version <33. this is my first fic coming from a year-long hiatus, so please bare with me!! also im thinking of making alot of my fics (or maybe account...) for poc girlies..should i? (im putting up a poll for soon ^^)

word count : 1.4k

read time: 5 mins

i was so nervous, and not really knowing what to expect. after my dog Lulu passed away, i couldn't find myself to find love in another dog—not after her passing. it just hurt too much.

but my friend had (somehow) talked to me about hybrids.

yes, hybrids, the animals that can also be humans.

"im telling you y/n, it's not bad! plus, when they get comfortable they turn into their human form and then it's like having a roommate and bestfriend—can you try it please..?" your friend pleaded; they had seen me horrifcally depressed after Lulu's passing, it hurt them too.

"y/f/n, i don't know, what if something goes wrong? what if none of them like me?"

"no. no more overthinking shit. they're gonna love you, just like how you loved Lulu, i pinky promise on it." they interjected; they noticed how after your pet's passing you started overthinking more; unhealthily overthinking.

so here i now found myself at the shelter, following an employee back to the hybrids area.

and i was shitting bricks, even though my friend told me not to be anxious—that was out the window now.

but there were so many hybrid animals; puppies, birds, snakes, ferrets, cats, turtles, just complete overload.

"i'll leave you to it, and you can look around." the employee said, smile on her face before turning and walking away.

and when she left, most of the animals made their way up to the glass, making their own noises, grabbing your attention.

i looked at the birds, and all their beautiful colors and patterns—then next to cats, which were all so different and unique. but i made your way to the puppies, a quiet sadness filling your mind, pushing the feeling away, you bent down, and a golden retriever puppy curled up in its cage catches my eyes.

'the animal caught a whiff of my scent, so that's why it came to gently pad over to my finger that was inside of cage.' i thought.

the puppy sniffed my finger, and hesitantly looked at it—but eventually rubbed its face against it.

and i melted.

the fur was so soft, the small paws grasping at my finger, the big, dark brown doe eyes that looked at me; it was instant connection.

"that's seungmin. he's a golden retriever." the employee explained, looking at the puppy who didn't really come out his shell much.

"he's perfect. i'll take him." i said.

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i released seungmin from the soft, fluffy carrier i purchased, setting him down on my apartment floor.

he was in fact, a curious puppy who sniffed literally anything. making his way to my small sized couch, digging his way into my cushions and pillows. he was happy, tongue out and tail wagging, just the perfect puppy.

i placed down his bed, putting toys and stuffies in it to make comfortable, along with his food and water bowls.

seungmin immediately went over to it, eating and drinking,

“gosh, did you not eat or drink at the shelter min?” i joked, seeing just how much he was enjoying his new home.

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over the days, me and seungmin fell into place, and our relationship grew. he was such a good and obedient puppy, and he made mistakes sometimes, like now.

he had knocked over his water bowl, causing a puddle of water to form, and when i noticed, he padded into a corner—an ashamed noise coming from him.

“min, it’s okay. i’m not mad, it was only an accident.” i say, cleaning the water, hoping to coax him to come back.

and yes it did take some convincing with treats—but it was worth the sight of his tail wagging again.

“see? it’s all cleaned up and you have nothing to worry about. let’s go to my room and we can watch something together, or you can just play around in my sheets—i don’t care.” i said, picking the puppy up into my arms, and walking to my bedroom.

as i snuggled into my pillows, making space for seungmin in my arms, which he didn’t notice due to him ruffling around in my sheets.

“min, are you gonna watch or…just do whatever you’re doing?” i asked, but of course with his adrenaline and excitement of a new place to be exploring, he didn’t stop.

“okay then, i’ll leave you to it doggo.” i said.

but eventually as my movie ended, the poor thing ran out of energy and was sleeping.

“looks like someone ran out of excitement.” i laughed.

he was supposed to sleep in the beautifully made dog bed i made for him, but i let it slide—he was just too cute to move.

and now my eyes were closing. exhaustion caught up to my body, and soon enough i drifted off to sleep, cuddling my puppy.

just a girl and her hybrid puppy.

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the next week, i had been getting for a friends party, accompanied by seungmin at my feet.

“okay min, what do we think? is the makeup good?” i ask, obviously knowing he can’t reply.

but he barked.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” i giggled, utterly transfixed on the question in my head,

‘how can a hybrid dog be so cute?’

making my way to the front door of my apartment, i bent down to his level, speaking gently but still firm.

“now, minnie, i won’t be long extremely long. probably 2 hours—3 tops. okay?” i explained.

seungmin then sat down, and once again, i took it as a yes.

“bye! i love you.” i said, closing the door behind me.

ᥫ᭡

but when i came home, it wasn’t pretty at all. i was crying, my hands shaking.

seungmin immediately noticed it, stood on his hind legs, paws on my knees.

“min, i just don’t know why she would even do something like that!” i cried out.

and that’s when seungmin trotted away, into my room, leaving me in my kitchen crying and alone.

‘did this puppy really just leave me in a time of my distress…’ i thought to myself.

but i was easily mistaken, when instead of a cute, light brown, golden retriever puppy coming back—it was an asian, tall, fit, man.

‘that’s MY seungmin?!’ i thought to myself.

my eyes widened and i wiped my tears.

“you’re my seungmin? like my cute, small, golden retriever puppy??” i asked, completely dumbfounded.

“yes i am. sorry, i just had to transform—you were distressed and crying—and i just got triggered.” he explained.

"well that was unexpected." i said, eyes wide.

his attire was quite the look; dressed in a light blue baby tee that was too small for him and a pair of my oversized sweatpants that were still too short for his long legs.

“are you okay? why were you crying?” seungmin asked worriedly.

a small giggle left my lips, my eyes trailing up and down his outfit.

“you look very interesting…i must say—it’s quite the fashion choice.” i managed to get out, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“well forgive me for wanting to make sure you're okay!” he said, crossing his arms revealing his belly button.

but even when he was dressed like this, i couldn’t help but see just how attractive his was. his short brown hair, pale skin, and fit appearance? god took his time with that man.

"seriously y/n, what's wrong? why were you crying..?" he asked, serious this time.

i sighed, the memory of the party stuck in my head.

"well, one of my bestfriend's 'friends', humiliated me. she told the others lies about me, so i was alone until i just left early." i explained.

it hurt alot. i went there to celebrate my bestfriend's birthday and was avoided like the fucking plague.

"im sorry y/n. do you want a hug?" seungmin offered.

"thanks min." i murmured, wrapping my arms around his ribcage area.

his hug was so comforting. he smelled like warmth and roses, and nothing felt better than this in the moment.

"do want me to take you to the stores to get you clothes that actually fit..?" i say, a smile on my face as i look at his outfit once more.

"please and thank you. i don't know how you would even wear this." seungmin said, gesturing to the baby tee.

"okay we can go, just let me change into something more comfortable."

ᥫ᭡

life with seungmin as a human was smooth, even if sometimes he ate all my food. and as a puppy, perfect, and that was my life, absolutely perfect. a girl with her hybrid puppy. and it was my best decisions ever.

cosmicbrownskin ᥫ᭡ ― est. november 2023 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms

[cosmicbrownskin]

love island usa - part 1 - yang jeongin

pairing : islander!jeongin x femislander!reader

genre : fluff and suggestive [ if you squint ]

a/n : i had idea in honor of love island starting this summer! i’m gonna make this a series, except i dont know how many parts i want to this series 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ . i’m going to try to get the rest of the parts day after day at like 4pm (MST). enjoy!

(yes i know this is not how love island works. i was just trying to do something similar ^^.)

wordcount : 1.0k+

sunlight poured over the love island villa like golden syrup, coating everything in warmth and glittering against the turquoise water of the infinity pool. you could hear laughter echoing through the palm trees, music thumping faintly from hidden speakers, and the nervous chatter of contestants meeting for the first time. you wiped your palms on your dress as you stood at the top of the path that led down to the main area.

today was the first day of love island usa — and you were the last girl to walk in.

your heart beat like a war drum. heels clicking on the stone path, you lifted your chin, flashed a confident smile, and walked.

as you descended into the courtyard, the other contestants turned to look. girls in bright bikinis and crop tops, guys shirtless with abs and smirks. but only one of them made your breath catch in your throat.

he was leaning against the bar, arms crossed. soft brown hair swept over his eyes. there was something boyish in his smile, but his gaze was focused — intense. his lips parted slightly when he saw you.

"woah," you heard him murmur to the boy beside him.

the host grinned. "and here comes our final girl! welcome to the villa, y/n."

"hi," you said, cheeks warming.

"you know how this works. you’re the last one in, so you get to choose who you’d like to couple up with. take a good look."

your eyes scanned the lineup of boys, but they all blurred into one background except him. he stood straighter when your gaze lingered, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips.

"i'll couple up with... jeongin."

he stepped forward immediately, flashing that same warm smile. "great choice," he said as he took your hand. his fingers were cool and gentle, a contrast to the warmth bubbling under your skin.

"jeongin, how do you feel about your new partner?"

"honestly?" he looked down at you, squeezing your hand. "i feel like i just won already."

laughter bubbled around the group, but you couldn’t stop smiling. not when he looked at you like that.

the villa was even more surreal at night. fairy lights wrapped around palm trees, candles flickering along the pool's edge, and the fire pit crackling as islanders chatted and flirted.

jeongin pulled you to the daybed just before sunset, two drinks in hand. he handed you one and flopped back beside you with a sigh.

"crazy day, huh?"

"understatement of the year," you laughed. "did you expect any of this when you signed up?"

he glanced at you, a lopsided smile tugging at his mouth. "honestly? i thought i’d come here, mess around, maybe make a few friends. didn’t expect someone like you to walk in."

you blinked. "someone like me?"

"someone who makes me nervous."

you turned slightly, your knees brushing his. "you? nervous?"

"terrified," he grinned. "but like... in a good way."

the conversation flowed effortlessly after that. you talked about favorite foods, embarrassing childhood stories, the weirdest habits you had. he told you he had a little bit of a sweet tooth, and you laughed, promising to bribe him with candy when he was in a bad mood.

as the night grew darker, the others peeled off one by one to find their beds. you and jeongin were among the last still up, curled under a blanket, staring at the stars.

"so..." you said softly. "why did you really come on love island?"

he was quiet for a moment. "honestly? i wanted something real. i wanted to feel something again. i thought... maybe if i opened myself up to this, i’d find it."

"and do you think you have?"

he turned to face you fully, his face inches from yours. "i don’t know yet. but i have a feeling."

there was a beat of silence. your heart was pounding. and then —

"can i?"

his voice was soft, uncertain. you nodded.

he kissed you gently, his lips brushing yours like a question.

it felt like the beginning of something big.

that night, as you curled under the covers of your shared bed, your head on jeongin’s chest and his hand tracing slow circles on your back, you thought maybe — just maybe — you could actually fall for him.

but this was love island.

and nothing ever stayed perfect for long.

[ to be continued... ]

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so cuteeeeee

soft paws, warm hands - hwang hyunjin

pairings : ferrethybrid!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre : fluff

wordcount : 1.0k+

a/n : i decided to write this because i’ve lately been reading a lot of skz hybrid things! i didn’t know how you guys would feel about this, but here i am. feedback is appreciated! enjoy my lovelies! ♡ ^^

the hybrid adoption center always made your heart ache a little.

so many hopeful eyes. so many small noises, little paws, twitching ears and tails. they all looked at you like you were their last chance. but today, you came in with real purpose—you were ready to adopt. something small. something cuddly. something to keep you company in your quiet apartment.

"the ferret hybrids are down this hallway," the caretaker said with a warm smile. you nodded, heart picking up pace.

as you stepped into the smaller room, the soft hum of a heat lamp and gentle chirps of communication filled the space. there were a few cages, each spacious and lined with toys and blankets. one ferret curled into a fuzzy donut and didn’t stir. another was chewing a cardboard tube, absolutely lost in it.

but the one that caught your eye was sitting right at the front of the cage, tiny paws gripping the bars, beady eyes focused entirely on you.

he had creamy brown fur, slightly lighter around the face, and little dark speckles down his back. he blinked once, tilted his head—and then stood upright on his hind legs like he was trying to get a better look at you.

"oh my god," you whispered, your heart completely gone. "hello there."

the little ferret perked up even more at your voice. you knelt down, offering a hand through the bars, and instead of scurrying away like you expected, he leaned forward and gently nudged your fingers with his tiny nose. then he crawled right into your palm like he belonged there.

"that’s hyunjin," the caretaker said behind you. "he’s… special. came in a few weeks ago. no one's even held him before."

your brows furrowed. "really? he just crawled into my hand."

the caretaker blinked. "he… did?"

you smiled and gently stroked his head with a finger. "he’s perfect. i’ll take him."

♡

the ride home was quiet, hyunjin curled up in the blanket-lined carrier, occasionally peeking up to look at you. you caught his eyes in the rearview mirror more than once.

when you finally set him down in your apartment, he hesitated for a moment. then he stretched long and low like a noodle, and began to explore. it was honestly adorable—he climbed onto your couch and burrowed under the pillows, poked his head into your slippers, tried to crawl up your pants once (before tumbling back down with a dramatic squeak).

"you’re really something else," you laughed as you followed him around, "aren’t you gonna transform back at some point?"

he squeaked and flopped over dramatically. no shift. just vibes.

you assumed he needed to feel safe. comfortable. maybe he just liked being in ferret form for now. that was fine. you weren’t in any rush.

♡

a few days passed, and you settled into your new routine with hyunjin. he was smart, playful, curious—and oddly good at following you around the house. he had this little hopping run that made you giggle every time. and even when he was mischievous, like stealing your socks or trying to climb the curtains, he always found a way to charm you out of being mad.

that morning, you’d been working on a diy project in your room. a little bookshelf you were painting and assembling by hand. music played softly from your phone. hyunjin was asleep in a pile of laundry nearby, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully.

you were cutting some thick fabric to line the shelves when the scissors slipped.

“fuck—!” you gasped as pain flared through your hand. your thumb throbbed instantly, and blood began to drip, dark and fast.

you dropped the scissors with a clatter, backing up and gripping your hand. panic was bubbling up when you heard frantic scrabbling—hyunjin was suddenly up, his little feet thudding lightly against the floor as he sprinted toward you.

“hyunjin—” you started, blinking through the pain.

he didn’t stop to nuzzle or sniff. instead, he turned sharply into your closet, disappeared behind some hanging clothes—then came back out dragging a pair of sweatpants.

you blinked, woozy from the sight of blood, confused.

and then right in front of you, he shimmered.

not with magic or some dramatic spark, but subtly—fur melting into skin, tiny limbs elongating and shifting until suddenly, a tall, bare-skinned man stood in front of you.

hyunjin.

naked.

you choked on air, your brain unable to fully catch up to what just happened. he was… he was stunning. lean but toned, long limbs, golden skin, sharp cheekbones, lips parted in focus. and yeah—he was huge. not just tall. your gaze dipped once, and you swore your soul left your body.

“i’m sorry,” he said breathlessly, pulling on the sweatpants in a hurry. “i—i usually wait longer to shift. but you—i smelled the blood.”

his voice was soft, deep, slightly raspy. he tied the waistband quickly, and the pants, somehow, fit perfectly on his hips.

you blinked at him, still crouched and holding your hand. “you’re… you’re human.”

“hybrid,” he corrected gently, stepping forward. “may i see it?”

you nodded numbly.

he knelt in front of you, still shirtless, and took your wrist with warm fingers. his touch was surprisingly delicate. he pulled a tissue from your nightstand and pressed it firmly against the wound. the pain made you flinch, and his eyes softened.

“i’ll clean it up after the bleeding stops,” he murmured. “but you’ll be okay.”

you couldn’t stop staring.

his eyes were this deep brown, framed by long lashes. his hair, slightly wavy and falling into his face, still held some of the soft brown tones from his ferret form. and his body—god—he was so effortlessly beautiful. lean muscle, smooth skin, soft veins running under the surface. it was almost unfair.

“you’re staring,” he said without looking up.

“you’re half-naked in my bedroom,” you countered weakly.

he chuckled, soft and low. “i can get a shirt, if it’ll make you more comfortable.”

“no,” you blurted. “i mean—no, it’s okay. just… wasn’t expecting you to be that pretty.”

he looked up at that, a slow grin spreading across his face. “you think i’m pretty?”

you groaned. “don’t tease me. i’m bleeding.”

he laughed again and adjusted the tissue gently. “you’ll need some antiseptic. bandages, too. stay here.”

he stood, and you watched his back as he padded to the bathroom. broad shoulders, a slim waist, that damn waistband hanging low on his hips. you were truly not okay.

he returned with a small first aid kit and sat beside you, cross-legged. the moment he started cleaning the cut with alcohol, he murmured quiet reassurances.

“you were so calm,” you whispered, still watching him.

“i’ve seen worse,” he said. “besides… the idea of you getting hurt and me not helping? i couldn’t stay in ferret form anymore.”

you swallowed hard.

“so… why didn’t you shift sooner?”

he looked thoughtful as he wrapped the bandage snug around your hand. “some hybrids like staying in animal form when they’re unsure. it’s safer. less vulnerable. but with you, even from the cage… i knew i’d be safe.”

you blinked at him.

“you picked me. not because i was rare. or flashy. just because… you liked me. i could tell.”

you couldn’t say anything to that. your heart was beating too loud.

“besides,” he added, eyes flicking to yours, “i was planning to show you eventually. i just… didn’t want to scare you off.”

you smiled, cheeks warming. “you’re the one walking around shirtless, hyunjin.”

he smirked, playful and cocky now. “so you were looking.”

you swatted his arm with your uninjured hand, and he laughed again—warm and bright, so different than the skittish creature you’d first met.

“thank you,” you said quietly after a moment.

he tilted his head. “for what?”

“for helping me. for… trusting me.”

he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m yours, remember? ferret or not.”

you smiled softly.

and maybe it was the blood loss. or maybe it was just him—but you leaned into the warmth of his presence, into the way he gently pulled you close, and let him take care of you that night.

ferret or human. you’d picked him.

and now, he was finally home.

doliveiraa ꪆৎ ― est. june '24 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms.

[cosmicbrownskin]

SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (maknae line)

cw: SMUT. MINORS DNI !! seungmins is a bit degrading but that’s about it?

(not proofread sorry for any mistakes)

HYUNG LINE

han jisung

omg han LOVES working you up as he rubs your clit until you’re whimpering his name and begging for him to make you cum. the way he would chuckle at your reaction seeing his baby girl feel euphoric is so heart warming. he loves you so much :’( and the way he would kiss your neck and ears throughout it ahh

“moaning so pretty for me baby girl”

and personally, I think han is just as much of a sweetheart in the bedroom as he is outside of it. so it only makes sense that he loves when you’re on top riding him just so he can look at your beautiful face and your tits bouncing for him and telling you how beautiful you look on top of him. literally the definition of ‘words of adoration’. the way his face lights up every time you’re mouth falls open in bliss and runs his hands all over your chest and tummy aww.

“you are so fucking beautiful baby, you know that right?”

felix

as soon as you tell felix you are needy and want some attention, he would make you spread out in front of him to tease your pussy as you let him just love on you for a while whilst he gives you the most amount of neck kisses. he would drop WHATEVER he is doing just to make you feel good.

“that feel good baby? yeah?” *kisses your neck again*

no one can convince me otherwise, felix loves missionary so much, just because he loves being able to make out with his gorgeous girl whilst cupping your cheek as you ride his cock. however fast or slow as you want or need, it’s all down to you, he’s just so happy he gets to make love with his favourite girl.

“fuck, you feel so good baby, yeah just like that”

seungmin

hear me out, seungmin and lee know as lovers go hand in hand. sweethearts to you outside of the bedroom, but inside…it’s more than likely they wanna take you to nirvana. the way he finger fucks you so rough until you squirt for him over and over and ONLY then will he give you his cock. he knows how much you get off on being degraded (same) so he will happily do that for you as it’s pretty much his second nature.

“fuckkk, look at you squirting for me like a little slut”

and then when he FINALLY lets you have his cock, he definitely makes you ride him reverse cowgirl because you ‘don’t get to look at daddy, look at your self in the mirror, slut’. the way he makes sure to get his cock as far in you as possible as well ahh. he pretty much just used you as a fleshlight (and I love that for you)

“fuck yeah. good girl. no thoughts in that little head is there?

jeongin

now look, I reckon jeongin is OBSESSED with your tits, like EXTREMELY. no matter what he is doing, they are NEVER left out. he loves you riding him whilst he has your tit in his mouth whilst you run your hands through his hair and whimper his name over and over again.

“urgh i love when you whimper for me darling”

like when I say he’s obsessed with your tits, i mean he’s OBSESSED with your tits so much!! he lovesss making out with them whilst you pleasure yourself on his cock. as much as he loves the feeling of you around him, it’s alll about your pleasure and if he can give you more, he will give you MORE! happily!

“I cannot get enough of these tits baby girl, they’re so beautiful !”

a/n: I LOVED doing this one! maknae line is my bias line so I very much enjoyed this one… anyways, i hope you enjoyed!!

[cosmicbrownskin]

Love me like this (OT8 x reader)

pairing: OT8 x reader omegaverse AU

summary: when you get your first ever heat well into your adulthood, the only thing you want to do is shut everyone else out. fortunately for you, your boyfriends have another idea.

warnings: omegaverse, virgin f! reader, uses she/her, oral f! receiving, oral m! receiving, face fucking, heat cycles, thigh riding, penetrative/unprotected sex, knotting, slight degradation, some mxm, spitting, bulge kink, some size kink, talk of safe words, mean dom! Chan, breeding kink, talk of mating bites, basically a huge orgy

wc: 10500 (jesus christ) notes: this is straight up filth (sorry) but also my first omegaverse fic!! here are there scents: Chan: petrichor/mint; Minho: vanilla/black tea; Changbin: jasmine/patchouli; Hyunjin: rose/vanilla; Jisung: bergamot/pink pepper; Felix: sea salt/sandalwood; Seungmin: lavender/fresh laundry; Jeongin: lime/grass; Y/N: caramel/brown sugar

You hadn’t seen the boys all day. Maybe that’s why they were so concerned when their first impression of you was the door slamming behind you on your way into the house. You didn’t mean to cause such a scene, but you did run here. You keep your head down and the anxious spike in their smells overwhelms you. You know you should explain to them what’s going on but you can’t find it in you, instead running toward your room as you ignore their calls after you. When a sharp pain hits your abdomen you trip a little bit, clutching your stomach. But with your instincts on high alert, you make it to your room before anyone can catch up to you, locking it behind you for safe measure. 

“I’m fine,” you call out a bit harshly behind you. “I’m fine. I just want to be left alone.”

You’re more than glad that you decided to put on the strongest scent blockers you own today or they would have immediately known what was going on. Your heart beats out of your chest and you know all you want to do is bundle up and seek safety and comfort, so that is exactly what you do. Once the bottom of your closet is cleared out, you drag your comforter off of your bed and spread it on the floor. You find every blanket and pillow in your room and add it to the pile. When you spot Chan’s hoodie, the one that you begged him for just the other day because it was drenched in his smell, you know you need it the closest to you. You throw it over your body despite how warm you are, grabbing your noise canceling headphones for good measure, and shut your closet door behind you. It would be just a matter of time before they come banging on the door asking what was wrong but you just can’t tell them. 

Your heat has started. 

And though this relationship with your boyfriends is new, you hadn’t quite crossed the physical barrier with any of them yet. You also haven’t told them yet… that this is your first heat. That’s why it came on so unexpectedly and why, perhaps, you’re so ashamed. Trying hard to ignore the pain shooting through your body and centralizing in your stomach, you shut your eyes tight and focus on your breathing. You just need to sleep. For now, that’s all you need. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You smell petrichor and mint before you see him. You’re encompassed by the familiar smell of rain that immediately soothes you and you know when you open your eyes that Chan will be there. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes finally flutter open. You take out your headphones and look at him, not saying anything. 

“Hey,” he says softly. 

“How’d you get in my room,” you mumble. You know you locked the door behind you so when you see Chan look at you sheepishly, rubbing his neck, you sit up to look at your door. Completely off of its hinges. “Chan,” you groan. 

“I know, I know,” he tells you. “I wasn’t trying to go all ‘controlling pack alpha’ on you, but I was really starting to get nervous, you know? You ran in here lookin like you were in pain, you didn’t answer anybody and you closed yourself in your room… I know you wanted to be left alone but it’s been about two hours and you haven’t answered anybody. I was really worried, okay? I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” you answer. You understand. You really do. 

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he asks. His hand strokes your arm and it comforts you. The alpha notices your hesitation and sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Can I… can I scent you? I think it would calm both my alpha and your omega down a little… and you are wearing my hoodie. Do you want that?” You nod and crawl into his open arms, burying your face into his neck. You inhale deeply to get his scent and you notice his fingers lightly brushing over your scent patches. 

“Don’t,” you say into his neck. He retracts his hands instantly and you sit in comfortable silence, him rocking your bodies back and forth peacefully in an attempt to soothe you. 

“I started my heat,” you tell him finally. You feel him tense a little bit before he gains his composure. 

“We thought maybe that’s what happened…” he replied truthfully. You shoot him a suspicious look and you notice his face start to turn red. “We noticed… uh… we could sort of smell your slick.” 

“Oh my god that’s so embarrassing,” you groan. 

“It’s okay, love, it’s natural,” he answers softly. “Everybody has heats and ruts… you’ve seen your fair share of alphas in pre-rut in this house to know that.” 

“Not me,” you admit. “Everybody gets them… except for me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ve never… gotten my heat before, Chan.” You can tell by his expression that he’s shocked and a little confused. 

“But you’re presented…? You’re an omega,” he points out. That much is obvious, you want to tell him. 

“I presented without going through a heat. I had… a pseudo-heat, basically. That first time my body produced just enough hormones that I presented but not enough to sustain a heat… and I’ve never had one since. They said my omegan hormones were too low.” 

“But you started it today?” he questions. You nod. “It’s understandable… I mean, you live with eight overly-hormonal alphas that are now courting you. It’s probably your body's natural reaction. Is that what’s got you so worked up?” You nodded again. “Why didn’t you tell us, baby?” 

“I was embarrassed,” you admit shyly. He grabs your cheeks so that you’re looking right into his eyes. 

“What is the worst that could have happened, hmm? Did you think we would tease you? Shame you?” You reluctantly nod your head from where it rests between his hands. “That would never, ever happen.” 

“I know,” you tell him. Logically you knew that but you couldn’t help the burning feeling of shame and embarrassment that flooded through your body. “I was… at the store… and some asshole alpha noticed that I started my heat… I didn’t know how he knew. I didn’t even know! But he made some uncomfortable comments and I got so scared… I ran all the way home.”

“You poor thing,” he coos. “Next time if you ever need us or you feel unsafe, you can call me right away. You can call any of us. We’ll always come to you, no questions asked, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Can I scent you now?” he asks. You think about it for a second before nodding. Your body now feels like any threat is gone, maybe from Chan’s alpha pheromones that he’s been pumping out or maybe due to his reassuring words. You let him peel your scent patches off and your scent of caramel and brown sugar floods the room. With the undertones of Chan’s mint smell, the room almost smells overwhelmingly of a bakery. You know your smell is overpowering, sickly sweet and probably too strong but Chan inhales it straight from its source, burying your head in your neck. “Do you want me… or maybe another alpha… to take care of you for your heat?” he asks carefully. 

“I was going… I just… I can do it myself,” you tell him. His eyes widen. 

“For your first heat? Are you sure? It’s probably going to be a lot.” 

“It’s just… I’ve never…” 

“You’ve never had sex?” he asks. Your lack of an answer tells him everything that you need to know. “I didn’t know that, but thank you for sharing that, baby. If you want, whoever you might choose would be very careful and go nice and slow. They’d make you comfortable, love. Are you sure you don’t want to try? It’s up to you.” 

His words have you already starting to heat up more than before. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together but Chan’s thick legs are in your way. You’d forgotten that you were practically sitting in his lap. 

“Do you want that, baby?” he questions, noticing the arousal painted on your face and how your scent starts to sweeten the more you think about it. You nod eagerly. “Who do you want to pick for your first time?” 

You think and you think but you just can’t seem to pick one of your alphas over the other. The more you think about it, you’re not sure you can leave any one of them out of the situation… you’ve come to love each and every one of your boyfriends, you were sexually attracted to all of them, and they all make you feel comforted and feel like you’re at home. Your wolf cannot stand to have one and not the others, practically howling in protest. Your stomach twists when you think about how to express this to Chan. 

“Need… you all. I want everyone to be there.” His eyes widen slightly. You can tell he’s more than aroused by the thought of it. 

“You’re sure?” he asks, scanning your expression one final time. 

“Can’t choose. I want all my boyfriends.” 

There’s no judgment in his face whatsoever. You know your boyfriends have all had multiple partners for their ruts before so this wouldn’t be anything new… You were the last to be courted, the last to join the relationship, and so you were the only one who hadn’t crossed that barrier with anyone yet. You’re a little nervous but more than excited for the prospect of what’s to come, to finally cross the line with all eight of them. And you can't wait to tell them. 

When Chan asks if you want to move your nest into the den you agree. The makeshift nest in your closet just isn't going to cut it anymore. You need something suitable for all eight of your alphas. Chan clears the den before you enter and takes the time to explain to all of the boys what is going on while you work on building your communal nest. 

Spreading out your comforter widely across the floor, you start rummaging around the house to find items from everyone. You want the blanket on the couch, the one that smells a little bit like everyone… Chan’s hoodie, of course. Seungmin’s stuffed animals and Felix’s pillow get thrown into the mix. Changbin’s gym clothes, Jisung’s squishmallow, Minho’s dirty sheets… it’s almost perfect, though you almost cry when you find out that Jeongin just recently washed his favorite shirt. You knew it was the one thing that was missing from your nest, and maybe it was the hormones or the pain but that almost seemed like the last straw for you. Jeongin soothes you with his alpha pheromones and promises to heavily re-scent the shirt for you, which will have to do. Once the nest is an amalgamation of every smell swirling together you can’t help but roll around in it. You even find yourself starting to purr. 

When Chan opens the door to the den, you find yourself wanting to show your pack alpha the nest that you’re so proud of. 

“My nest. My nest, alpha, see?” you ask, grabbing his hand and inviting him into your nest. 

“Beautiful nest,” he tells you. You squirm in excitement and smile wide at him. “Did such a good job, omega. Are you ready to invite the other alphas in too?” You nod at him excitedly, your scent sweetening as your alphas enter one by one. With you at the middle of your nest and an alpha on either side of you, two strong pairs of arms engulfing you and three more alphas on each side, you fall asleep with your omega purring in excitement. 

“She fell asleep,” you barely hear Felix point out.  

“She must be emotionally exhausted. Building her nest probably took a lot out of her. She needs us now.” You smile contentedly, happy to be surrounded by the people you love before the throes of your heat take over. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You wake up to a delicious feeling between your legs. You let out a whine as you grind against whatever you feel behind you and it’s only the muffled groan you hear that truly stirs you from your sleep-filled haze. 

“Minho?” you squeak. Sitting up and looking around you, you realize everybody else is still asleep. 

“Mm,” he replies. You feel your face flush in embarrassment and you quickly go to hide your face behind your hands once you realize what you had been doing. He’s quick to grab your hands and put them at your sides, his cat-like eyes boring into your own. “Your heat’s really started, yeah?” You nod pathetically at him, clenching your thighs together to get a little bit of relief. “You can keep riding my thigh if you want to,” he suggests. You squeak when his hands take purchase on your hips, pulling you on top of him. Any protest gets stuck in your throat when his thigh slots in between your legs, placing pressure where you desperately need him most.  

You rock your hips back and forth slightly, scanning Minho’s face for any judgment. Instead, you catch a whiff of his scent spiking in arousal, his black tea and vanilla smelling remnant of a coffee shop. You can’t help but bury your face in his neck, inhaling deeply to better consume his smell. Tiny moans are punched out of you as he guides your hips into him, grinding you back and forth on his thigh. You know you have slick pouring out of you but you can’t seem to care when he feels this good. 

You can tell he’s restraining himself–he must know this is your first time doing anything, really. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him for too long but the sight of his lips caught between his bunny teeth is too hard to resist. You lurch forward, connecting your lips together despite the way your heart beats erratically. The way you squirm against him and the friction of his muscled thigh against your leg, it just isn’t enough. You need more. 

You smell a familiar wave of stormy petrichor and Chan is pulling you off of Minho’s leg before you can protest. He maneuvers your body effortlessly, getting you in the exact position he wants you–lying on your back, knees propped up. His lips trail down your body for a moment, meeting your neck to breathe in your caramel scent. He licks over your scent glands for just a moment as if he were actually ready to devour you, but Minho thankfully quiets your moan with a quick peck to your lips. 

Chan trails lower and lower still until he reaches your shorts, pressing long, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs that has your head spinning. 

His hand reaches between your shorts, fingering your clothed core. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, examining your expression. You nod apprehensively. “I want to use my mouth on you, pretty girl. If you feel uncomfortable at any time or want me to stop, just let me know, okay?” 

“Okay,” you whisper. That’s enough for Chan to slip your shorts and panties down your legs in one fell swoop, his fingertips hot against your skin. You immediately feel the urge to close your legs, especially since you know you’re dripping an obscene amount of slick, but Chan’s strong hands keep them open. The alpha shoots you a gaze that spreads hot throughout your whole body, stern in letting you know not to hide from him. Minho’s hand strokes your face, bringing you back to earth while you relax into his touch. 

When Chan’s tongue licks up your slit and attaches itself to your clit, it’s like electricity spreads through your whole body. You moan into Minho’s hand which has quickly attached itself to your mouth, muffling your noises. 

“Shhh,” he reminds you. You seem to have forgotten that there are six other alphas sleeping in the den at the moment and you’re grateful for his save. “If you want us to stop, blink your eyes three times,” he murmurs. You nod your head, eyes wide. Chan continues to lap and suck at the bundle of nerves between your legs, his fingers coming to grab the slick that spills out of you. Rather than pushing his fingers into you like you expected him to do he softly circles your entrance, getting you used to the feeling. Between Minho working you up on his thigh earlier and the liquid hot desire that you had been fighting off all day, it doesn’t take much to bring you to the edge. 

You can’t help but rock your hips into his face, seeking out more pleasure until his hands hold your hips down effortlessly. “Stay still,” he murmurs. “Take what I give you.” And you do—you take and you take and you take, relishing in every swipe of his tongue and calculated touch. When Minho reaches down to grab your breast over your shirt, thumbing at your nipple, you finally come apart. The two alphas help you through your orgasm, Chan watching you intently from his spot between your legs. He only parts from you with a soft pop once you’re done squirming and your ragged breathing has slowed. 

Finally you notice the smell in the room. It would have been easy to miss over your sweetened caramel and brown sugar, but sure enough— jasmine, lavender, rose, bergamot, sea salt, lime. It must be your heightened sense of smell that causes you to easily pick up the scent of the other six alphas, all in various states of rousing from their sleep. As if on instinct, your scent spiking during your release must have awakened them. 

When Felix opens his arms you gratefully accept his embrace. He has always smelled like the ocean, comforting and refreshing, but the scent comes out much saltier now. You can tell he’s trying to hide just how affected he is. 

“Hi Lix,” you mumble into his chest. He rubs soothing circles on your back. Your emotional connection has always run deep with Felix, even before he asked to court you. His touch and scent has never failed to comfort you, not even now. If he notices your lack of clothes he certainly doesn't comment on them, though you’re not sure if it’s for your sake or his own. 

“Was that okay?” Chan, ever the attentive and protective leader feels the need to ask. His alpha is running wild with the need to check in on you, pleasure you, dote on you… “How do you feel?” 

“Good,” you answer with a small smile. “Felt good.” 

You squirm in Felix’s lap a little. “Then why do you look so embarrassed, baby?” Whelp. You weren’t expecting for him to read you like an open book. 

“S not enough,” you mutter. Chan blinks at you for a moment, prompting you to go on. “I feel like I need something more…” 

“Awww,” Changbin coos. “Baby, do you need an alpha to pop a knot in you?” You find yourself letting out a small gasp at his words, red hot desire burning through your system. That’s exactly what you need. 

You lean towards Changbin and slot your lips together. He certainly wasn’t expecting it but eagerly accepts it and you moan into his mouth, not caring about the seven other alphas in the room currently watching. 

“Do you want a knot?” You’re not even sure who asked the question but you nod so enthusiastically that someone behind you snickers. 

“Who do you want, baby?” Chan asks you. You only have to ponder for a second before the answer is clear. 

“Changbin,” you confess. Maybe it was because he was the first one who suggested it or perhaps his tone, the slight condescending lilt in his voice driving you wild with desire. 

Chan hesitates for a moment and you freeze. Did you say something wrong? 

“I wouldn’t recommend that for your first time, love,” Hyunjin recommends gently. You furrow your brow and your scent must sour at his words—your omega already set her sights on him and you didn’t want anything to interfere. You whine in response. 

“Why?” you pout. 

“Changbin is, uh, the thickest one here? Um, it’ll be hard to take him for your first time.” Hyunjin flushes while you process his words. Oh. Oh. 

You know that the eight of them have been involved, some moreso than others who had previously established relationships in the group, but such an intimate response from Hyunjin surprises you for some reason. Unfortunately, his words don't quite sway you the way that he had hoped. If anything it makes you squirm even more thinking about the way he would fill you up deliciously. 

“Please,” you beg, though you don’t even know what you’re begging for. 

“Why don’t you start with Lixie?” Chan suggests. His words hit you hard when you realize you’re still in the alpha’s lap. Felix, your Lixie and his sea salt and sandalwood and gentle touches… 

“Felix,” you whisper into his ear. “Can I have you?” His eyes are blown wide due to lust and his scent spikes, telling you all you need to know but you wait for him to answer anyway. 

“Of course,” he drawls. His voice has always sent sparks right down to your core but even more so now, you can’t help but instinctively grind into him, causing both of you to let out a low moan at the sensation. Felix pulls down his sweats, the only layer of clothing separating you two, and gently lowers you down to the floor of your nest. You spread your legs open for him and watch as he stares at your glistening core; you have no time to be shy though, not when you’re so desperate that you start to whine. Felix lets out a low laugh before guiding his length between your legs, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes into you slowly and waits for you to adjust, your heat fluttering around him and your eyes rolling into the back of your head in bliss.

“Move,” you tell the alpha, and he’s gentle in the way he rocks his hips into yours, slow but deep. Both of your scents swirl around the room overtaken by your arousals and you can’t help but think it smells like salted caramel, and the thought of how perfect your scents compliment one another has you going crazy. “More,” you tell Felix as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your eyes flit to the other alphas in the room who all watch you intently, causing your body to flush more than it already was. Chan’s eyes bore into you and cause you to shudder, but when Felix presses his thumb to your clit and starts to go faster you lose your focus on the other alphas. 

He works you up surprisingly fast and he presses his body closer to yours when you start to writhe underneath him. “So good, omega,” he grunts. “Perfect, sweet omega doing so good for their alpha.” You don’t warn him before you cum because you yourself are not expecting it. Felix looks like he’s trying so hard to hold back and work you through your orgasm but there’s only one thing on your mind. 

“Knot, alpha,” you beg him. “Knot me, please.” Two more harsh thrusts and Felix spills into you, locking his knot into place as you continue to come undone around him with a loud cry. He brushes your hair out of your face and lowers his body onto yours, rearranging your figures into something more comfortable while you wait for his knot to go down. You sigh content in his arms, already feeling more satisfied than just moments ago. 

“You okay?” Felix asks and you hum in approval. You felt more than okay but you didn’t know how to express that. 

“Thank you, Lixie,” is what you say. You lay in his arms, trying not to squirm or think about his thick knot buried in your cunt lest you start to get yourself worked up again. 

“Jesus,” Jeongin finally says, breaking the silence. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Everyone snickers at the youngest, eager alpha and you can tell he’s not lying, a sizeable bulge in his joggers to prove his point. You try not to salivate. 

“C’mere,” you tell the youngest alpha. He looks at you with wide eyes and practically crawls to you, bringing your face into an unexpected, messy kiss. Jeongin has always smelled very citrusy, like lime and grass. His scent reminds you of summer and you fail to restrain from sticking your face right into his neck, licking at his sensitive scent glands. 

“Hi, baby,” he coos. He tries to act nonchalant and unaffected by your actions but his breathing tells another story. You palm at the bulge in his pants and he lets out a small gasp, not expecting it. He watches as you desperately try to get his pants down and reveal him. “Whatcha doing?” he asks finally. “Lixie’s cock isn’t enough? It’s still buried inside you, baby.” 

You flush at his words, feeling hot all over. As if to punctuate his point, Felix pulses from where he is inside you, causing you to let out a low groan. “Wanna touch you,” you pout. 

“Yeah?” he smirks. He wastes no time now in pulling down his joggers, watching as your gaze is transfixed on his cock. It’s endearing, he thinks, that you’re suddenly so obsessed with him and making him feel good. Once revealed your jaw drops at his length; long and skinny but pretty, just like him. You reach your hand up to touch him, to wrap your hand around his girth but he slaps your hand away lightly. He tsks at you, instead pushing his hips forward to rest his cock on your lips, tapping it against them for good measure. “Come on, baby, you can take it,” he urges. With the innate urge to please your alpha you open your mouth and suckle on the tip, tasting his pre-cum coating your mouth. He’s delicious, just as you would have assumed, and you moan around him as he pushes forward slightly. 

Felix curses behind you; you suppose that in your quest to help out the alpha in front of you, you’ve been slowly grinding your hips into the alpha still locked into you with his knot. You couldn’t help it, really, the sight in front of you is just too arousing to be helped. But Felix’s hands grab a hold of your hips, stilling you. 

“Just one more minute,” Felix groans. “My knot… it’s starting to go down.” His voice is pained from overstimulation and so you do the best you can to not move a muscle despite the way the heat between your legs pulsates with need. You focus on Jeongin instead, bobbing your head forward and backward in an attempt to get all of him in your mouth. One of his large hands takes place in your hair, grabbing it but not harsh enough to hurt. It’s just enough for him to be able to take control of your head, using you to take over his own desires. Even still the alpha restrains, not pushing far enough into your mouth for you to choke. When you open your eyes to stare at Jeongin above you he is the epitome of beauty, his toned abs and v-line prominent from where his shirt is now lifted with the corner placed into his mouth. He looks downright sinful with the way he stares down at you with dark eyes. 

You’re manhandled the second that Felix finally pulls out of you. A pair of hands are on your hips and you’re being pulled off of Jeongin and onto all fours, another alpha pushing into you before you have time to truly comprehend what is going on. The smell of roses and vanilla floods your senses and you know that it’s Hyunjin’s doing, eager to please you and fill you up before you have to beg someone else to do so. You’re thankful you can reach Jeongin even better in this position with no need to crane your neck. Jeongin pushes in once again, using your mouth as Hyunjin rocks his hips into you from behind. 

You feel so full like this, your head starting to feel cloudy when the only thing you can see, smell, or feel are your two alphas. They set up a brutal yet sturdy rhythm between them, Hyunjin in your guts at the same time Jeongin hits the back of your throat. You feel something wet run down your face and Jeongin coos when he sees the tears from your lower lashes start to spill, quick to run his thumbs on your cheeks to wipe them away. He grabs your hair and pulls out, holding you up as he asks if you’re alright. You nod and shut your eyes again, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. The only thing you crave at this moment is your alpha and his cock, the need to be thoroughly used for his pleasure while Hyunjin gives you pleasure of your own overwhelming. 

Jeongin chokes out a breathy moan when he’s close, spewing praises in your ear that are downright filthy. His grip on your head gets a little more harsh and your face is straight against his pubic bone as he rocks his face into yours two, three more times until he’s spilling his warmth down your throat. 

“Fuckk,” Hyunjin groans from behind you. “She’s so tight, she’s clenching around me.” Before you even have time to recuperate, Jeongin is pressing his mouth into yours in a searing, messy kiss. You moan straight into his mouth, unexpecting of the sudden affection. 

 “You gonna cum baby?” he whispers, a sly grin on his face. “Gonna cum on alpha’s knot?” Your eyes roll back in your head, focusing on the pleasure building up. You rock yourself back onto Hyunjin’s cock, feeling the precipice of your orgasm. 

“Close,” you warn. “Hyunjin, please…” Jeongin grabs your chin and makes you look up at him and the sight of the alpha above you… 

You and Hyunjin come apart at the same time, your powerful orgasm shaking through your body and causing his knot to slot in place as he releases inside of you with a groan. 

Your ears start to ring with the power of your orgasm and you vaguely recognize Hyunjin lay you down on your stomach, his body slumping on top of yours as gently as he can muster. Someone strokes your hair and you lean into their touch, sighing contentedly. When Hyunjin finally pulls out you let out a whine of protest but somebody pulls you into their arms, holding you close. You’re rocked back and forth as someone whispers into your ear and it’s soothing. You’re surprised when the smell of lavender and laundry hits your nose because Seungmin has never been this gentle or doting on you before. 

You blink your eyes open to see him staring softly down at you. It makes warmth flood your heart because you and Seungmin… have always had a playful, teasing relationship full of banter. He wasn’t one to coddle you or necessarily go out of his way to say kind things to you. He was more the type to show his love through actions than through physical affection or words of affirmation. Like memorizing your coffee order, giving you his hoodies to wear, folding your laundry for you when you’ve had a bad day, or taking you out to the arcade or to watch baseball games with him. His love was often unspoken and so the way he holds you so close to his chest, it makes light tears flood down your face with adoration. 

“Seung,” you whisper. His hand strokes through your hair. He must be feeling a certain type of way, or rather, knows this is exactly what you need right now. Especially as a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen and he cradles you even closer. 

“You feelin okay?” he asks, voice laced with concern. “You can take a break if you need to.” You shake your head, the proposition of not having every one of your alphas distressing enough for a whine to leave your lips. “Hey, we’re not going anywhere, pup,” he tells you. “If you need an alpha cock that bad, there are eight of them to choose from.” 

There’s the Seungmin you know. You hate to admit how his words are sent straight to your core. You’ve always loved your banter and teasing nature, and right now it has you red hot to your bones. You feel the slick pour from your legs and you whine again, shoving your head straight into his neck. 

“You’re gonna act all shy now?” he scoffs. “Gonna act like you didn’t just choke on Jeonginnie’s cock ten minutes ago?” Your body burns at his words and you squirm in his lap, causing him to chuckle. “I can give you what you need if you ask nicely, pup,” he tells you, laying you flat on your back. You cover your face with your hands and he growls, pinning your arms at your sides. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

“That was pathetic,” he laughs. “You can do better than that.” 

“Seung, please,” you babble, squirming desperately beneath his gaze. “Want you… need you please alpha, it hurts, want your knot, please take care of me…” Well, that seems to be exactly what he was looking for as he lets out a pleased shudder at your words. You watch, licking your lips as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough to let his cock out. He teases it against your folds but doesn’t make you wait long before he pushes in, gentle but deliberate in his need to satiate your desires. 

You let out a content moan at being filled by him. His arms on either side of your head, he starts rocking his hips into yours. You lift your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he softly grinds into you. 

When you hear a wet sound behind you, you immediately turn your head. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Jisung on his knees with Minho’s cock shoved down his throat, one hand gripped harshly in his hair as he maneuvers him the way he wants. The sight is sinful, pornographic, nauseatingly attractive as your boyfriend looks so pliant and submissive for the other. 

A light smack to your face draws your attention back to Seungmin. “Dumb omega,” he says in a teasing lilt. “Pay attention to the alpha that’s fucking you, yeah?” You nod pathetically at him, trying hard to concentrate despite the lewd sounds that come from behind you. He makes it so easy to pay attention though, his cock bullying in and out of you in a way that has you seeing stars. You’ve always wanted to see him like this, for him to lose his composure because of you. And he’s still holding together so well, barely audible panting and low groans escaping his throat when his hips slam against yours just right…  You want more, though. You want his smug grin to be wiped off of his face, want to see him lose himself to the pleasure in the same way you are. Right now, ‘this is for you,’ is what he’s telling you, and though he’s feeling good he’s only focused on you, his omega, and fucking her dumb through her heat because that’s what you need. You’re leaning up on your elbows before you can process it and pulling him into a messy, wet kiss–one that distracts him long enough for his pace to falter and for you to push him onto his back. 

“What–” Seungmin starts, taken aback. His eyes widen slightly and his brow furrows in confusion but you’re taking charge of your pleasure now, using him while showing him you’re not all dumb omega, that you can take care of him just as well. You grab his hands and place them onto your breasts, squeezing around his hands so he gets the point to hold them the way you want. And he immediately responds, kneading the flesh and thumbing around your sensitive nipples. 

You start rocking your hips and the satisfaction you get when he lets out a groan and throws his head back is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You want him to make that sound again and again, want to ride him until you make him pop his knot inside you. And when your hips slam up and down into his, completely setting the pace and feeling his big cock hitting all the right places inside you, you feel smug. Smug because Seungmin has his eyes closed in pleasure, his mouth open and panting, unable to control where he puts his hands. The stoic, smarmy alpha act is gone and now all he can focus on is your tight pussy and the pleasure you give right back to your alpha. And you’ve always loved his voice, his singing beautiful and melodic in all the right ways, but now… Now? You would hear those pitchy whines every day for the rest of your life if you could. 

The best part about this new position is that it gives you a perfect view of the show you were missing. As you bounce rhythmically on Seungmin’s cock you eagerly watch your Sungie get his throat fucked relentlessly. His big round eyes are scrunched shut, face dripping saliva and tears as he moans around Minho’s cock, pistoning into him at a brutal pace. The hand is still tight in Jisung’s hair, effectively holding him in place for him to just use… And Minho’s face is cat-like, predatory with narrowed eyes and a sly grin. You clench around Seungmin, losing your pace as you turn your focus to the show in front of you, your heart beating rapidly when Minho turns to look you in the eye and watch the way you chase your own pleasure. A thin glean of sweat coats his features and when Jisung gurgles around him, making a lewd pathetic sound, Minho throws his head back with an open mouth. You think it might be the most beautiful scene you’ve ever witnessed in your life. Then Minho pulls his cock out of Jisung’s mouth with a wet pop, and Jisung sticks his tongue out as if expecting what comes next. When Minho finishes all over Jisung’s face and eagerly laps up what he can, you cum too, the sight too irresistible to ignore the way your body wants to respond to it. And so you grind yourself against Seungmin again and your pussy squeezes him so deliciously, as if trying to milk out every last drop. It’s no surprise he follows suit, pumping you full of his release as his knot settles comfortably at your entrance. 

You let out a loud, dramatic sigh as you collapse into Seungmin’s arms, relishing in the way he strokes your hair and draws little symbols on your back. There he is–the soft Seungmin that's comforting and caring, and not the Seungmin you usually see on a daily basis. You’ll take it, never one to complain about cuddles or a little gentle caress from your alpha. You nuzzle into his neck, letting that fresh lavender smell overwhelm your senses as you relax. You even start to doze off a little bit, your muscles tired from overexertion and your head nestled comfortably in the crook of Seungmin’s neck. Even though you’re both a little sticky from sweat, your bodies feel like they were meant to be pressed together like this. 

It doesn’t take long for Seungmin’s knot to deflate but you find yourself letting out a whine in its absence. “Shhh, pup,” you hear him coo. You vaguely find yourself thinking you want more, need more but you’re flooded with the potent scent of petrichor that makes you feel so pliant and sleepy you can’t help but succumb to sleep. You want to whine, curse Chan for using his pheromones on you but you can’t bring yourself to when you feel a wave of security and comfort engulf your senses. 

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You’re in an in-between state where you can hear what’s going on around you but you can’t move, limbs and eyelids too heavy and protesting the signals your brain is sending. 

“That was so hot,” someone says, barely audible. That at least floods you with warmth and satisfaction–your pack thinks you’re hot. 

“I feel bad for making her fall asleep but she needed it, she was starting to push herself,” someone says, changing the subject. You can at least put two and two together and figure that it’s Chan expressing his regret. “Even if she sleeps for a few minutes, her body needs it.” Someone else hums in agreement. 

“Was mean,” you slur. You slowly regain use of your extremities, fingers twitching then your whole hand. It takes some effort but you’re able to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“Sorry baby,” Chan sighs. He strokes your hair with deft fingers and you think you can forgive him, just this once. It is your first ever heat, after all, and who would you trust but your one and only pack alpha?

“You owe me one,” you say with a pout, and you open one eye to shoot him a playful glare. 

“Anything,” he concedes. “But I think you have other company.” As you sit up and wiggle away from a sleeping Seungmin’s grasp, you notice the subject in question. A whiny, squirmy Jisung, eyes flickering between you and Minho at rapid speed. 

“Please, hyung,” he squeaks. “She’s awake now, please? I’ll be good. I’ll be so good,” he babbles. Minho just watches with his arms crossed and squints at you, the hint of a grin splaying on his face. When he waves his wrist dismissively at the younger alpha he all but leaps into your arms. He kisses your face wet and erratic and you realize he smells more like Minho’s vanilla than his own bergamot. That thought alone, that Minho has already laid his claim on him is enough to have you squeezing your legs together, remembering the scene from not long ago. 

His arms grope every part of your naked flesh within reach and you feel thoroughly felt, thoroughly wanted. You moan his name and babble and grab him back, arching your back in an attempt to press your core against his. He doesn’t protest–you’re so wet that his length accidentally slides into you and makes a loud squelching sound that causes you both to squeak. When Jisung ruts into you it’s desperate, messy and all-consuming. He barely pulls out before pushing back in, trying to savor the feeling of being inside you without having to fully leave. 

A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump and it’s Minho with his devious smile. He still wants to have control over the situation, over Jisung, and his presence serves as that reminder. “Don’t you dare think about cumming before your omega,” he orders. “Only pathetic alphas can’t please their omegas, right Sungie?” Jisung nods frantically, his grip on your hips both bruising and grounding. 

You’re not expecting Minho to bend down and start lapping at your clit so it takes you by surprise, your legs thrashing out only to be held in place by the two alphas. His precision counteracts Jisung’s reckless abandon, his eyes narrowing and darting between watching you and Jisung. As if to add fuel to the fire, he occasionally tongues at your entrance making sure to pay attention to Jisung’s length pistoning in and out of you. 

“Good job,” Minho purrs condescendingly. You’re rocking your hips up in a desperate attempt to get Jisung deeper, to feel Minho’s tongue right where you want it. “Look at how you’re making our baby omega feel.” Jisung’s eyes are half-lidded at the alpha’s statement, his tongue sticking out as he pants and whines. 

“M close,” you warn Jisung. You watch him closely, no longer paying attention to Minho or his actions. 

“Oh god,” he whimpers. “Please, please cum. I’m gonna–gonna fill you up so good. Gonna cum so deep, can’t hold it anymore, y/nnie, please–” 

Your orgasm crashes over you and Jisung explodes the second he feels you clench around him. He cums and cums and you feel his warmth so deep inside you, his cock pulsing as his release hits him just as hard as yours. His knot locks in place and you both let out a sigh of relief. He collapses onto you and you hold him tight, watching Minho rub circles into his back and your face alternatively. At one point Minho reaches in between yours and Jisung’s bodies just to thumb at your clit which makes both you and Jisung whine at the oversensitivity and for Minho to smile devilishly. 

You think Jisung might have fallen asleep by the way his breaths even out, not even budging when his knot finally deflates. When you shoot Minho a frantic glance he is already moving, taking Jisung in his arms and prying him off of you. Though he whines at the separation he immediately curls up into Minho’s arms so he can’t be terribly distressed. 

You throw an arm over your eyes and smile. You even let out a light laugh because how can this feel this good? How can your alphas take such good care of you, be with you during your first ever heat (which is supposed to be stressful), and make it so comforting and pleasant? 

You smell jasmine and patchouli before you even see Changbin and you already want to press your legs together. Changbin is the thickest one here, Hyunjin had said. It’ll be hard to take him. You’ve never been one to back down from a challenge but you’re already second guessing yourself when Changbin fills you up with his thick fingers. Just two of them and you feel so full, but then he pulls his fingers out and sucks Jisung’s release from his fingers. The sight is almost obscene but your heart rate picks up, clearly intrigued by his actions. 

“Want a taste?” he asks with one eyebrow quirked. You open your mouth and then shut it again before nodding at him shyly. You’re expecting for him to reach down in between you again, to find more of that white substance to scoop up and feed you but instead he leans forward, grabbing your jaw by the hinges and forcing your mouth open. 

“Tongue out,” he demands. You do as you're told, sticking your tongue out as wide as it will go. Changbin leans even closer and spits directly onto your eagerly waiting tongue before lightly slapping your face, signifying for you to close your jaw and swallow. You do taste Jisung a little bit, a bitter mix of salt and his signature bergamot smell. For good measure, you stick your tongue out again to show Changbin that you swallowed every last drop. He smiles at you and you return it happily until he pulls down his pants. 

Fuck. 

They weren’t kidding–he was thick and long, his girth almost resembling a can of soda. You crawl backwards instinctively, wanting to say something intelligent like ‘there’s no way that’s going to fit inside of me.’ Of course, no words form and Changbin responds to your hesitation by grabbing an ankle, pulling you towards him alarmingly fast. 

“It’s okay,” he coos. “Alpha will take good care of you, alright?” You whimper but nod your head, watching as he drags his length up and down your center. He positions his tip at your entrance and you can already feel the stretch. You’re well-lubricated with enough slick and cum now to at least make it a little easier–you’re not sure how you would manage without–but you still feel inch by inch stretch you out. 

“Big,” you complain, squirming under his intense gaze. You can tell he wants to make some snide remark in return but instead he just blushes, his ears turning red to indicate your words have some sort of effect on him. 

Finally he’s seated all the way inside of you and if you look down you can even see the slightest bulge in your tummy. He must see it too because he groans and flings his head back. 

“Woah,” Hyunjin comments from somewhere behind you. “That’s so hot. He’s in her guts.” You laugh as Changbin says something filthy to him in return. 

He hasn’t even started moving yet, staring at the bump in your stomach. When he presses down on it you both moan, the pleasure heightened. 

“Look at that, babe,” he instructs. “While I fuck you full watch the way my cock hits your little tummy.” He starts in earnest then, the way he thrusts into you at full force enough to knock the air out of your lungs. He punches little noises out of you every time your hips connect though he’s not exactly quiet himself. 

“That’s gonna be me next,” someone whispers in your ear. You look up to find an intimidating Chan lingering over you and he grabs you, positioning himself right behind you so he can hold you still while whispering improper words in your ear. “Gonna fuck my omega so good, hmm? Gonna stuff you full of my cock over and over again.” You squirm but he has a vice grip on you, leaning forward to nibble on your ear. His hot breath against your skin has your body running hot but you feel him everywhere, smell him and his petrichor with every breath you take. Even while Changbin is fucking the living daylights out of you Chan is there, distracting you from every other sensation. “Take what we give you,” he snaps when you move again. “Are you so cock-drunk and greedy that you won’t listen to your alphas?” 

You shake your head, tears pricking at your lash line. “No, Channie, alpha, I’ll be good, gonna be good,” you promise. Changbin grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders, effectively bending you in half while he bullies his cock in and out of you. 

“Too much,” you wail at a particularly deep thrust and you hear Changbin scoff. 

“Too much?” he mocks. “You don’t think your alphas know what’s too much for you? Silly omega.” 

His words cause your toes to curl and your body to tense and before you can even warn him you cum around him so tightly you swear you black out for a second. 

“So tight,” he comments and you let out a high-pitch sound and close your eyes tight while your orgasm continues to pulse. He fucks you so hard and fast through it that your body is overwhelmed and fuck, you’re cumming again. 

Chan and Changbin both watch as your release squirts out of you, covering his lower abdomen and causing him to glisten in a way that’s obscene. But boy did that do something to Changbin, the scene so hot that he pushes his hips into you one final time and stills as he finishes. You cry out when his knot locks into place, not used to an intrusion that large and you think there’s no way you could move, you’re just too full. 

When you lean your head back you see Chan smiling at you with a glint in his eyes you’d never seen before. 

“What?” you ask him as he leaves small touches along your body, paying close attention to your collarbone and shoulder. 

“Nothin,” he responds quickly. He waits a beat and then… “You need to take a break before we start? Need to take a nap?” It’s sweet that he’s checking in on you when you know he’s been dying for a chance to ravage you, his scent giving him away. 

“Not a chance in Hell,” you laugh. “Alpha, you better fuck my brains out or I’ll find someone else to do it.” You’re bluffing and you both know it, his eyes darkening at your attempt to rile him up. You’ve heard about Chan and his tendency to get in these moods, his need to put people in their places and essentially… tame them. You knew you could push his buttons and he would show you a side of him you’ve never seen before while simultaneously trusting him to reduce you to a whiney, submissive omega for him. It’s what you wanted. He knew it too. You can tell when he tongues at the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking up at the ceiling as if to calm himself down. 

“Cute,” he comments as if he’s talking about you and not to you. “Very cute. But when I have you crying because you can’t cum again and alpha’s cock is too much for you, remember that it was you who tried to be cute, and it was you who riled me up, yeah?” You gulp nervously. Chan looks… predatory, observing you as if determining when the right time is to strike. 

“I could’ve been so sweet to you,” he continues on. Your breath catches in your throat. “You could’ve gotten sweet, loving Chan to help you through your heat, to fuck you slow and gentle. But that’s not what you want, right? You want the big mean alpha to ‘fuck your brains out?’ 

Changbin’s knot deflates and you wrap your legs around him in a last-ditch effort to get him to stay, to maybe fool Chan into believing that his knot is still locked deep inside you. But you’re not that lucky because Chan is quick to laugh and grab your legs, prying you off of Changbin as if you weigh nothing. 

“Don’t be smart now,” he warns. “Finish what you started.” He pulls you close to him, sitting you down in his lap on his prominent bulge. He kisses you once harshly before trailing down, sucking a large mark onto your neck right below your scent gland. His teeth nip right where your mating bite would be, teasing you. 

Your eyes flicker to everyone else who seems to be watching in awe. Hyunjin has crawled into Changbin’s arms now that he’s available but both of their eyes are glued to you as if watching a cinematic masterpiece. 

“He’s so hot when he gets into his ‘alpha’ mode,” Felix whispers to Seungmin. You wanted to agree with him but your senses are so overwhelmed with petrichor and mint. Chan’s scenting you, claiming you as his as thoroughly as he can for the other alphas to see. 

“They can’t help you,” Chan comments when he sees you shoot Minho a desperate look. He gives you a fake pout in return. “It’s me and you, omega. Your safe word is pineapple, okay? I will only stop when you say that word, otherwise it’s game on.” You nod at him and he grips your chin harshly, making you look straight into his eyes. 

“Words.” 

“Yes, alpha.” 

Someone lets out a shaky breath. 

He’s quick to maneuver you the way he wants, positioning you on your knees with your back facing him. You turn behind you to look at him but he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you face first into your nest. You hear him unbuckling his belt and you want to look so bad, to touch but he positioned you a certain way and you don’t want to disobey already. 

Chan says nothing as he pushes his length into you, grabbing your hips and letting out a groan as he bottoms out. He pulls out and slams back in, causing you to lurch forward. Your hands grab at anything, a pillow or t-shirt in order to ground yourself as he sets a brutal pace. 

At some point you hear him scoff and he reaches forward and grabs your arms, holding them behind your back. This lifts your face and chest off of the ground and he uses this new leverage to pound into you.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Perfect little cunt. Gonna… fill you up. Gonna make you round with my pups.” You gasp. You would have never thought he had such a filthy mouth and here you are, looking at the unfiltered version of him. 

“Chan,” you moan, clenching around him. His thighs slap against the back of yours and you can feel him so deep inside of you that you let out sounds that can only be described as animalistic. Your orgasm builds up so fast that you barely have time to warn him, letting out a loud cry instead. He fucks you through it until the afterwaves have worn off and your head slumps forward. He lets go of your hands and gives you a second to recuperate and then he’s lifting you up again, cradling you in his arms. 

You’re about to question what he’s doing before he slides into again and you squeak. He shushes you and grabs your thighs, lifting you up and down on his cock. 

“You’ll let me use you, omega, right?” he grunts. “Let me use you like a little toy until I cum?” You nod and blink tears away at the overstimulation–you want to do this, want to be good for him. His grip will likely leave Chan-shaped fingerprints in your hips and that thought alone makes you feel warm, your wolf liking the thought of your pack alpha claiming you for everyone else to see. You throw your head back and Chan lets out a groan as if he’s in pain. “Don’t do that,” he whines. “Don’t show me your pretty neck like that. You’ll make me want to bite you.” 

You gasp, your heart beating twice as fast in excitement. You’ve talked about mating bites before, but since the relationship was still so new you had assumed everyone would wait until the courting phase was over. But that thought of being his, belonging to him and the pack? 

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” he grins. He bounces you up even higher just to slam you back down onto his cock, relishing in the way your face scrunches in pleasure. 

“Her scent spiked,” Seungmin comments intelligently. “She really wants you to bite her.” You want to make a snide remark, to tell him to shut up but nothing comes out besides a broken sound. 

“Yeah?” Chan teases. “Would omega like it if I put a bite right… here?” He leans forward and places his teeth right on your scent gland, right where a large hickey was already forming from his previous actions. He bites you, lightly, not enough to mark or seal the bond, but it’s enough to make you cum again. 

You’re surprised, he’s surprised, and you practically convulse from the intensity of it. His hips stutter and he falters, clearly taken aback. 

“Gonna… gonna, fuck,” he gets out. You can tell he was going to say something that probably would have made you squirm from the lewdness of it but he can’t get it out because he thrusts once and then twice before he releases inside of you. He throws his head back and opens his mouth to let out a loud cry and he looks angelic in a sense, a thin sheen of sweat covering his features and thick muscles that makes him look like he’s glowing. You help the best you can, weakly lifting your hips to help him ride through his orgasm but his knot locks into place and he holds you so tight in his arms you think you might suffocate. He cradles you towards his neck and places you right into his scent gland and a sense of serenity washes over you. 

You’re thoroughly spent. You feel satiated, no longer thinking about your pleasure or the desire that had overcome you. You can rest and you very well could fall asleep in Chan’s arms right now, with his cock still seated inside you but you know his protective inner alpha would never let him. Jeongin brings you water to drink out of a straw and you oblige, drinking every last drop in record speed. Minho is close behind with a sandwich–when did he even leave the nest? But he hand-feeds you every bite as you breathe in the scent of your eight boyfriends. Your nest smells like love. It smells like home, like the eight people who have vowed to take care of you.

Chan hears you sniffle and immediately tenses. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Are you hurt? Was I too rough?” 

You laugh as you pry yourself away from his neck to look at him, grabbing his face with two hands as you plant a kiss to his lips. When you pull away he gives you a confused look, brows furrowed with pursed lips. 

“I just love you,” you confess. “I love you all.” He lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes the tears were happy in nature. 

“We love you too,” he replies with a kiss. “We’ll have to talk about this mating thing, you know.” A blush creeps up your face when you remember how eagerly your body reacted to the prospect of getting bit. 

“I know,” you answer. “Just… want to be yours.” 

“Babygirl you already are.” 

When his knot finally deflates a pair of strong arms lifts you off of him. Changbin helps you lay down and Seungmin is waiting with a wet cloth to wipe you clean. You don’t even have to lift a muscle but you do, leaping into the arms of a sleepy but sated Felix. You nuzzle close to him and Jisung clings to your back immediately. You register a flurry of hands and legs all moving together to join the cuddle pile taking place in your nest but your eyes flutter closed and you let out a content sigh. 

You knew that one day you would have to get your heat and though you were apprehensive about it, you should’ve known you’d have your pack to help you get through it. You should’ve known it was okay to open up to them about in the first place and you should’ve known they would take care of you without blinking an eye. Now you know and it has only reinforced your love and trust of them. 

You fall asleep in seconds surrounded by the warmth of your alphas, your boyfriends, your pack. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

taglist: @lostgirlinthewoodss masterlist thanks for reading <3

[cosmicbrownskin]

𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 (𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐭𝟐) ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

— in which he called you clingy.

part one here

note: im not totally sure how i feel about this but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless:))

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@hanji-coffee @marverickroyalromanoff @tsunderelino @justwonder113 @energyjuice4life @beal-o

[cosmicbrownskin]

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

—in which you scold them for the hickeys they left on you. they’re very proud.

pairing: ot8 x reader

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taglist

@beal-o @threerxcha @skzfangirl143 @justwonder113 @stay-tiny-things @seungdrafts

[cosmicbrownskin]

yall im back from a extremely long hiatus... STRAYKIDS FICS COMING SOON! but what do I write 😧.... theres pt2 here

[cosmicbrownskin]

okay i decided to split them up pt1 here

[cosmicbrownskin]

{ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᥫ᭡ }

key: ♡ = fluff, ☆ = smut, ❀ = angst

ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ : nothing yet..

ʟᴇᴇᴋɴᴏᴡ : nothing yet..

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ : nothing yet..

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ : nothing yet..

ʜᴀɴ : nothing yet..

ꜰᴇʟɪx : nothing yet..

ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ :"well that was unexpected." ♡

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ : nothing yet..

ᴏᴛ8 : straykids seeing your natural hair for the first time - ♡

hyung line - maknae line coming soon..

cosmicbrownskin ᥫ᭡ ― est. november 2023 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms

[cosmicbrownskin]

please me

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pairing: bang chan x fem reader

word count: 2K

contains: +18, masturbation (f, m), sex toy, blowjob, chan talks so fckng much, daddy kink, praise, hair grabbing, kinda overstimulation? kinda sub!chan, reader is in control here, lots of sloppyness, chan audio…… 

authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)

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this ff was requested by @anjian03 <3

summary: What happens when you push Chan to the edge with a sex toy? Spoiler: he loses his fucking mind.

!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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You hadn’t meant to start without him.

You told yourself you’d wait, that you could handle just a few more minutes. But the minutes stretched, your mind wandered, and every passing second without his touch became unbearable. You kept thinking about the way he talks to you when he catches you squirming. The heat in his eyes. The way he always makes you fall apart with just his voice...

Tonight, though, he was late. And you were already so wound up it hurt. So you gave in.

The soft hum of your vibrator was drowned out by the pulse in your ears, the tension of needing more, needing release, needing him. 

You hadn’t expected him back so soon. Definitely not in time to find you spread out on his bed, head thrown back, your fingers tight around the toy pressed right against your aching clit.

“Don’t stop,” Chan’s voice came, low and calm, almost too calm, saying it before you saw him to avoid you from stopping. He stood in the doorway, hoodie half-off his shoulder, his eyes locked between your thighs. “Keep going, baby.”

You froze. Not from shame, God, no, but from the way he looked at you, like he was starving. It set your body on fire.

He stepped inside slowly, unbothered, and sat down in the chair across from you. His legs spread. One hand lazily moved down, slipping under his waistband. You watched him palm himself, stroking slow. “Tell me,” he said. “What’s it feel like?”

Your lips parted, breath shaky. “It’s… warm. It’s not you, but it helps. A little.”

“Helps with what?” he asked, head tilting slightly.

“The ache. The need.”

He smirked, gaze burning into you. “Why couldn’t you wait for me?”

“I tried,” you whispered. “I really tried, Channie.”

That answer made him groan softly, his strokes tightening. “Why is it so good, huh? You like being needy for me?”

“I do,” you gasped. “So much.”

“But you don’t get to finish,” he said, voice suddenly sharp. “Not like that. Not without me knowing exactly how it feels.”

He stood, slow and towering, until he was kneeling beside you. His hand came to your cheek, thumb brushing your lips. “You look so pretty like this. All needy and wet.”

Then he kissed you, slow, deep, hungry. His tongue curled into your mouth with a low moan, tasting your breath, your need. When he pulled back, he said, breathy “Come on, baby. Please me with it just like you please yourself.”

You nodded, dizzy. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you sank to your knees between his legs. His cock was hard, heavy in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slow, firm. He hissed, eyes fluttering shut.

You teased him wickedly with your tongue flicked out to trace a slow, wet circle around the swollen head of his cock, just barely touching, just enough to make him twitch. You felt the way his thighs tensed under your hands, how his breath caught in his throat. You flattened your tongue and dragged it up the underside of him, following the pulsing vein, tasting the salt of his skin. His hand gripped your hair, but he let you play.

Then your lips brushed over his tip, feather-light, a kiss that didn’t satisfy anything, he hissed above you, fingers tightening in your hair, not yanking, just holding. Like he wanted to keep you there, right there, in his orbit, pleasing him like that. Like he wanted to feel he had control about something. But he didn't.

You let your lips part again, took him in just enough to make him feel your heat, warm, wet, promising, and then pulled off, slow, your tongue dragging as you left him glistening and aching.

“Fuck…” he groaned, head tipping back.

You smiled up at him, thumb stroking as your mouth hovered above him. His grip faltered, shaky with restraint, his hips rising ever so slightly as if he couldn’t help it, trying to follow your mouth.

And then, you reached for the vibrator.

You turned it on low, held it to his tip. The moment it touched, Chan shuddered, hips jerking forward with a raw groan.

“F-fuck-baby…”

You looked up at him with lips slick, mouth open. “You wanted to know how it felt, right?”

His breath hitched. “Oh, I feel it. Keep going, baby girl.”

The moment the vibrator touched the flushed head of his cock, Chan twitched. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles flexing as his breath caught in his throat.

“F-fuck-” he growled, head tipping back. “What the fuck, baby…”

You looked up at him, lips slick with spit and need, your fingers wrapped tight around the base of his cock. “You said you wanted to know,” you whispered, voice laced with mischief and lust.

“I didn’t think it’d feel like that,” he hissed, hips stuttering forward slightly. “Shit… it’s-fuck, it’s intense. Too much, but so fucking good.”

You circled the vibrator around his sensitive tip, teasing him the way you would tease yourself. The low buzz vibrated against your fingers too, sending a thrill through your palm. He was thick, twitching in your hand, veins pulsing under your touch as his cock swelled even harder.

“You like how I use it on myself?” you asked softly, your tongue peeking out to lick a stripe just under the head. “I get so wet, just from this. From thinking about you. From pretending it’s you.”

Chan growled, actually growled, and grabbed your hair even harder.

“Keep talking,” he muttered, eyes dark and locked on you. “Tell me what you do when I’m not here. What you imagine.”

“I spread my legs,” you whispered, trailing the vibrator slowly down the underside of his cock, then back up. “I imagine your fingers, your voice. The way you look at me when I beg, when I call you daddy.”

His abs flexed. His cock twitched again in your hand.

“I imagine you whispering, ‘Be a good girl and come for me.’ I pretend you’re watching. Just like this.”

“I am watching,” he rasped, chest rising with every shallow breath. “So pretty on your knees. Stroking me like that.”

“I love pleasing you, daddy” you said, kissing the head of his cock, letting your lips linger. “Every thick inch of you.”

His hand tightened slightly in your hair, pulling your face closer. His voice dropped lower, rougher.

“Use it again,” he said. “Right there. Make me feel it.”

You did. You pressed the vibrator against his tip again, a little firmer this time. He gasped and cursed under his breath, hips bucking.

You licked around the vibrator, your tongue brushing where the toy met his skin, dragging slow, wet circles. His thighs quivered. His other hand grabbed the sheets, knuckles white.

“Holy fuck, baby-fuck-you’re gonna make me-” He cut himself off with a growl. “Stop. Stop. I want you.”

But you didn’t stop right away, not until his cock jerked again and his voice broke into a low, helpless moan.

Only then did you pull the vibrator away and replace it with your mouth, sinking down over him slowly, savoring every inch. His cock stretched your lips wide, thick and hot against your tongue, the weight of him heavy as you took more. 

Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth almost immediately, you didn’t care. You wanted the mess. The obscene, wet sounds of your lips around him filled the room, sticky and loud, mixing with the deep, broken groans tearing from his throat.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations down his shaft that made him curse and twitch. Spit dribbled down your chin, smeared across your fingers as you stroked the base with one hand, your mouth working the rest, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling. The more you moved, the wetter it got, strings of saliva clinging to him when you pulled back just to breathe, then diving in again with a filthy slurp that made him shudder.

Chan cursed above you, a string of raw, broken praise.

“That’s it… fuck, yes, just like that, baby. Just like that.”

His grip in your hair guided your rhythm, not forceful, but firm, needing. His hips rocked gently, matching your pace, eyes dark and locked on your swollen lips wrapped around his cock.

You moaned softly, letting the vibrations hum through him again, this time from your throat.

His head fell back with a groan. 

But you wanted him to come with the toy, just like he asked to. So you pressed the vibrator against his tip again, tongue teasing just beside it, and that’s when you saw it, the way Chan's jaw clenched, his throat worked overtime, swallowing.

He was salivating. Thick, desperate, involuntary.

[ audio ]

"Oh yeah, f-fuck. Keep it right there baby, right there, r-right there"

He was so turned on it was pouring out of him. If he didn’t keep swallowing it down between moans, it’d have dripped straight from his lips.

He groaned deep, the kind of noise that vibrated in your chest, and let his head fall back, mouth open, breath ragged. “F-fucking hell-, good girl, y-yeah, good girl” he choked, voice barely more than air.

His hands were shaking.

One moment they were in your hair, tugging with no real rhythm, the next they were on your face, shaking, fingers reaching for your lips, your tongue, like he wanted to assure it was you, that he was indeed feeling that coming from you. Then his hands were gripping his own thighs like he didn’t know what else to hold onto.

"Oh, fuck-, you like seeing this, huh? Yeah? You like seeing daddy struggling?"

He keened, shoulders shaking, his voice rough and high and raw from restraint. And when that wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around himself, clutching tight like he was holding himself together.

You kept going.

"Oh, f-fuck, you see how my fucking dick is trowing for you sweetie?"

You were giving him slow, teasing circles with the vibrator right on the sensitive crown of his cock, paired with the hot pressure of your lips along the base. You licked, you moaned, you moved your hand in perfect sync. And Chan? We was losing his fucking mind.

"Right there, baby, keep it right there"

You didn't. You moved faster.

He slapped his own thighs. Hard. Fast. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Hey, I said keep it right there. Don't move again"

The sound was sharp, the impact making him jolt. “Fuck-fuck! Good girl, f-fuck it feels good” he barked, eyes squeezing shut.

You paused just long enough to glance up at him, breath hot against his skin. And the sounds, fuck, the sounds he was making, loud, broken, unlike anything you had heard before.

"Oh-, f-fuck, fuck"

His fingers dug into the meat of his legs, then flew up, covering his face as he let out a noise, strangled, shameless, and pressed both palms against his mouth to muffle it.

"Just like that, little princess. Look at me. Look at me baby, look at what you're doing to my body"

Your eyes locked. Your tongue was curling against the tip of his cock.

Chan laughed, need, broken.

"You like seeing this, huh? Oh, f-fuck"

“Oh, Channie” you murmured, lips swollen, voice thick with lust, “you’re feeling it all, aren't you?”

He nodded wildly, panting. “I don’t-don’t know what to do-my body-fuck, my body’s not mine right now.”

“Let me have it, then,” you whispered, kissing his cockhead with your lips and letting the vibrator hover near it. “Let me own it.”

His head dropped forward, eyes wide, pupils blown so big you barely saw any brown.

“You already do,” he rasped. “You already fucking do.”

You smiled, slow, sinful, and sank your mouth around him again, deeper this time, letting your tongue press flat as the vibrator buzzed right where he was the most sensitive.

Chan snapped.

His hips bucked hard like his body couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t help it. His hands gripped the edge of the bed so tight his knuckles went white. His thighs tensed, trembling. His voice broke, a strangled, helpless moan tearing from his throat.

“Oh-fuck, I’m-baby, I’m coming-I’m coming-”

You didn’t stop. You took it.

His orgasm hit like a shockwave, his cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came with a shout, his whole body twitching under your hands. Hot, thick spurts spilled into your mouth, over your lips, down your throat. He was loud, moaning through gritted teeth, shaking as he spilled every last drop for you.

You swallowed around him, slowly, carefully, until he flinched, over-sensitive, his breath caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.

You pulled back gently, licking the head clean, watching him as he collapsed, chest heaving, mouth parted. His skin was flushed, his body wrecked.

He looked fucked out.  And all yours.

“…holy shit,” he finally breathed, voice rough, almost disbelieving. “what the fuck did you just do to me?”

You smirked, licking your lips.

“Exactly what you asked for.”

[cosmicbrownskin]

if you tell me when SKZ are bare face that they’re ugly, we’re not talking anymore

How can you be negative towards BEAUTY

[cosmicbrownskin]

— stray kids links [hyung line]

tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc

wc: 2.73k

add. notes: hai …. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR IT’S COMING but it’s just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u can’t see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3

maknae line ver.

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⥽ … BANG CHAN: 

link one.

chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.

"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.

link two.

you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

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you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.

"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."

link two.

it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.

"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

link one.

changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.

link two.

you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.

"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

link one.

one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.

"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."

link two.

hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.

"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"

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