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kangaracha · 2 days ago

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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 24

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

taglist OPEN

a/n hi. it's me. i'm back. i don't have any excuses to make.

please also check out daybreak, posting weekly from now on (yes i did write an entire smau instead of queenmaker and sit on it for almost six months)

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Comeback approaches like a hurricane; it's there, developing in the corner of your eye just off the coast of your island, and then all at once it is here, and it is so all-encompassing that you're not even sure where here is anymore.

Comeback. Debut. The most important day of your life. One of those.

Time starts to fly by; schedules and practice and filming and every so often the chance to sleep or to grab something to eat with the others. It drags at your coattails, sticks itself to your feet and settles like a weight upon your shoulders, but you can't stop. There are performances to film, and then there is a concert that you are missing so much of the choreography for, and even when all of that is over, you are headfirst into award season and special performances and group activities for the company and-

First, debut. Second, everything else.

The camera sits on the table in front of you, staring with one dark, unblinking eye as a brush darts across your face, erasing all your imperfections. It fills your stomach with a funny kind of fear, small but poisonous, stinging when you think about turning it on - you've managed to put it off so far, waiting until your face was made up to at least avoid having to see your own naked skin reflected back at you in the viewfinder. No one else wanted to see that either, you're sure, after the things you've read and...well, the experiences you've had in the past. It's good to know your limits, after all.

That excuse is fast running out now though, and the time to go up towards the stage is drawing closer with alarming speed, and if you don't capture any footage before that happens, you're in some real trouble, no matter how loudly Seungmin and Felix are churning out hours worth of content on the other side of the room.

It takes real, deliberate effort to lean forward and turn that camera on once the makeup artist proclaims you ready, your hands delaying still as they fiddle with the angle and the focus, following the motions the manager that had handed it to you had shown you before he left. It gives you a little red light to say it is filming, and you swallow down the stone in your throat and sit up straight, looking around at the room to avoid the stare of its lense.

The first minute of your vlog is very boring. It's probably only the thought of some stranger sitting in a room later and watching you sit there awkwardly for a ridiculous amount of time that spurs you into saying anything at all.

"Hello Stay," you begin, because it seems the only way to begin. The words feel awkward in your mouth, your tongue stiff and undeserving of saying them, and your throat scratches and dries; you think, as you speak, that you do not sound like a singer at all. "It's nice to meet you...for the second time."

A noise rises up from behind you, giving you pause just as you run out of things to say - Han, running his voice up and down the scales as he begins to warm up. You've gotten used to that by now, the volume of the boys around you, but you're grateful for the excuse to pause in your self-rumination anyway, the precious seconds it gives you to figure out what it is you're saying.

Act normal, you tell yourself firmly as you turn back to the camera.

"I guess I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?" you say, your fingers twisting in your lap. "I'm L/N Y/N from Stray Kids, and today we're at [] for our first performance of Back Door, and I have just finished with the makeup..."

In the corner of the viewfinder, you notice a face hovering over your shoulder; Jeongin, waving a peace sign just out of your field of vision. You turn to look at him, shuffling over so that he is in full view for the camera. "What are you doing?" you ask and he leans in closer, automatically fixing the angle for the camera.

"I just wanted to see what you were doing," he says, refreshingly peaceful compared to the chaos that is building in the rest of the room. "Is this a vlog?"

"Mhm," you answer, and he smiles and waves again to the camera. "Are you dressed already?"

"Nearly," he says, glancing down at his white shirt and the black necklace that dangles around his neck. "You have time still."

You glance down at yourself; hoodie and cargo pants, neat but not show-ready by any means. "Mine is cold," you say by way of explanation, thinking of the skirt and thin shirt that wait on a rack in the next room, a far cry from the long pants the eight of them are wearing; and you really do like the look you've been given, but the thought of sitting around cold before you had to was less than enticing. "I was going to go and change in a minute."

"Maybe you should swap with someone," I.N suggests slyly. "I bet Changbin would look good in a skirt."

"Changbin's pants wouldn't fit me," you throw back, and he has to turn away from the camera to hide the ugly laugh that snorts from his nose. "He's too-"

Short, you don't say, your eyes tracking the boy in question as he passes by. He pauses in the back of your video when he notices your eyes on him, looks between you suspiciously, and then dances his way out of frame, having decided, you guess, that you aren't up to anything worthy of comment.

The look you share with I.N almost makes you laugh again. "I'm going," you say, scooping up your camera as you stand, "before he realises we're talking about him."

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"Why do you look nervous?" Chan asks, a shadow that suddenly stands beside you as someone clips a mic pack onto his belt. You eye him in disbelief to avoid turning to look at the hallway that leads to the stage again, trying to figure out if he's joking or not.

"I can be nervous if I want to," you answer after a few seconds, in a way that definitely doesn't hide how anxious you feel at all.

"But you shouldn't be," he insists, "because there's nothing to be nervous about."

"You know that won't stop me," you scoff.

He cracks a smile despite himself. He almost laughs, except that he's busy turning to nod in acknowledgement of whatever the assistant behind him says on her way past. "It's going to be a good performance," he says, like the simple act of saying it is enough to manifest it into existance, like he would never believe otherwise.

"It's going to be good," you agree readily. "The concerts next week are going to be good too."

That smile flashes across his face again, his eyes lighting up. "You're excited?" he asks - and you almost feel guilty, that he would think that you wouldn't be excited, that you've worked so hard and put on such a stoic face that any of them might start to think this is a chore for you, rather than a dream coming true in front of your eyes.

"Of course I'm excited," you tell him emphatically, before he can get any ideas. "I can't wait to-"

"Y/N noona!" Changbin says as he strides across the room, stopping the thought halfway through. You turn to face him and the phone he waggles in his hand questioningly. "Take a photo with me."

"Right now?" you ask, looping your in-ears over your shoulders as if to demonstrate just how poor his timing is.

Changbin doesn't notice at all. "Why not now?" he questions. "I'm supposed to take a photo for instagram. Come and take one with me."

Beside you, Chan looks like he still has something to say, but when you glance at him, he only shrugs, turning away to fiddle with his own equipment. "Alright," you agree easily and follow Changbin, over to a bland enough piece of wall with decent lighting. You have a feeling someone has already scouted the room earlier for the best places to take photos, judging by how easy it is to find and how well it photographs.

It's a good distraction from the nerves for a few minutes, but it doesn't last much longer than that; especially not when Changbin barks and fusses over the angle and the faces, and then Hyunjin comes wandering over to take the camera out of his hand, and you realise that he's occupying you as much as doing what Skijigi have asked him to do. After that, you laugh and poke fun back at him with just the same vivacity, but it does nothing to assauge the anxiety that's planted deep in your gut, roots curling out to envelop you.

Somehow, when you're done, it is time to go up to the stage - and suddenly, you are engulfed within the group and walking that hallway you had been staring at what feels like moments ago, trying to swallow with a dry mouth and a stone in your throat and wondering if you'll actually be able to get any of the notes out at all.

Chan's hand touches your shoulder as you walk, appearing by your side in just the same way as he had earlier. You wonder if he can smell fear or something; or if you really are just that pale and drawn in the face, if your hands are shaking or something. Whatever it is, you're clearly not doing a very good job of hiding it.

"You still look nervous," he tells you cheerily, and if he's aware that he's reading your thoughts, he doesn't give any indication of it, not even as he pulls you aside as you reach side-stage and glances up at the huddle of boys that continue to the bottom of the stairs, eyeing them as if there's something he doesn't want them to hear.

"I got you something," he says, when he's sure there are no eavesdroppers, and lets his lips curve in a secretive, delighted smile.

Your eyebrow raises in surprise, almost certain that he did not forget, but rather has been looking for the right time to bring it up - but he doesn't notice the look of disbelief, fishing a small, velvet bag out of his pocket. He offers it to you on an outstretched palm, a bridge to form the gap between you.

With timid, shaking fingers you take it, noting the pink that stains his cheeks and the way he cringes away from meeting your eye as you pull the drawstrings loose. "I saw you playing with the ones at K-Con," he hurries to explain before you can even see what's inside. "And you - fidget a lot. I thought it might help."

A ring tumbles out of the bag and into your palm, the full stop to the end of his sentence. It's only a plain silver band, softly curved at the edges and gleaming where the light hits it - nothing ostentatious or gaudy. Just a simple band for you to twist around your finger, the letters SKZ engraved on its inner circle.

"Thankyou," you manage to say as you slip it onto your finger - and then fiddle with it, twisting it and forth to distract yourself from the nervous hum that seems to hang in the air between you.

"Oh, no." He waves you away before you can even get the words out, that pink flushing his face. "Look, it works already."

You glance down at your fingers and the twist of the ring, and feel the grin that bites at your face. "I like it," you admit, and try to breathe the nervous jitters out of your chest with the words.

He looks...relieved? You're not sure, when the music blasts on stage and then cuts off and the crowd roars in response, cutting him off before he can say whatever it is that now lines the back of his teeth. It looks like relief on his face though; as if he'd been worried you wouldn't take the gift or something. Wouldn't see the sentiment behind it even if you didn't like it. What does he think of you, if that's how he thinks you might react?

The thought sends another thrill of fear down your spine, one that the scrape of that ring on your finger can't quiet. So does the scream of that crowd - adrenaline rises from your chest, wrapping its hands around your throat; that wild, senseless energy tensing in your body like you're about to run from a fight-

A hand claps your shoulder. "Are you breathing?" Seungmin asks, balancing on one foot as he leans around you to frown at your face.

You have to inhale to retort, and he smirks. "That's what I was wondering," Chan says behind that grin - but the brush of his hand over the back of yours is much softer; questioning, rather than the jolt of contact from Seungmin.

"I don't need to breathe," you throw at them weakly. "I'm a robot."

"How do I turn you off, then?" Chan asks, and then laughs when you stare at him, surprised. Betrayed, maybe, when you would have expected such a thing to come out of Seungmin's mouth rather than his.

You're distracted by the call of a staff member, waiting to usher you onto the stage - and there, again, are your nerves, returned in two-fold. Debut, you remember again for the thousandth time today. Your dream. Your reward. Your life's work, the only work you've ever learnt how to do.

The group huddle together, say some quick words of encouragement that float past you with registering at all. Your hand is warm in the centre of all of theirs, crushed by the weight of someone's palm as eight hands go down and whoever is on the bottom goes up, ruining the whole thing. You know that you laugh, between the groans and cries of retribution, but it doesn't reach right into your chest. All your attention is laser-focused on the steps before you and the buzz of the crowd waiting beyond.

You are not alone in your daze, at least. Many hands pat your shoulders, smooth your hair. Felix throws an arm around you until you reach the stairs, a one-armed hug while he talks about something in your ear. He lets you go while you climb, and follows on your heels out onto the stage.

The crowd is smaller than K-Con, to your mercy, even if they scream and cheer just as loud as that massive crowd had. It seems like a stupid thing to find comfort in a moment later, when the thought hits you again; of course the crowd is smaller. This is only a broadcast recording, not the concerts that leer at your from the near future.

Some of the boys are already at the centre of the stage, waving and talking to fans. You join them long enough for the official greeting - and then melt away into the background when Changbin immediately commands attention. You find Han there with you, arms swinging by his sides in one last warmup, but you can't think of anything to say other than the tight grin that offers itself to him, no doubt writing all you nerves right onto your face. The smile he gives you in return is sympathetic, and devoid of pretty words to go with it; just a flash of teeth, a puff of air that blows into his cheeks before exhaling. It's a little comfort, at least.

The call to begin shatters any calm it pulls over you just as quickly as it arrives though, the stage a hive of activity as everyone finds their places. For a long moment, no one moves and nothing plays, the tense, still seconds ticking by at an excruciating pace-

And then the music starts.

And then you dance.

And then you sing, loud and clear and bright - and steady, even with the complex movement of your body and the increasing cry of your chest for air.

The finale rises and culminates with Felix's voice, standing at the end of the line behind you. You feel his weight bump against you as he shifts on his feet, hear the moment of silence and then the renewed cheer of the crowd when his ending fairy comes up on the screens. You can't see when it ends, so you count to five before you turn, ducking out of the line as requested and immediately finding the red light of the camera that was told to be waiting for you. Finger hearts, Felix had suggested backstage and Hyunjin had agreed, and so that is what you give them, angled just so by your cheek and the giddy smile that had been pulling on your lips before the music was even finished.

The stage goes silent, the few scattered beginnings of applause quickly throttled by the hands that remain in their laps. The seconds tick by at a glacial pace, the smile threatening to slip from your face. You glue it there with all the fire that remains in your veins.

You could swear the camera lingers, just to drink in your pain. Logically, you know it is the same time as Felix had. Somehow, the thought isn't comforting.

Finally, that lense clicks off and the boys move around you, giving the crowd something else to hawk and squeal at. Something they really want to see, you allow yourself to think acerbically, and carefully avoid looking any of them in the eye as you do your forced, casual wander off the stage. It is hard enough to achieve in your own bubble, to resist that urge to run, let alone if you catch anything like sympathy on their faces.

The first one below, you take one look at the playback monitor and excuse yourself to the staff, fleeing towards the bathrooms. You're dimly aware of footsteps behind you and the sound of your name, but they do not process and your feet won't stop - not until the heavy door slams shut behind you and the propel of your walk carries you in sight of the mirror over the sinks-

Beautiful, you'd dared to think earlier, staring vindictively at just the same image that looks back at you now. The careful fit of the navy shirt, the short skirt flattering the length and lines of your legs, the layered bangles and the diamonds that glitter around your neck...perfectly crafted to slip right in amongst the silk and patterns of the boys - and not unlike Midnight's dark queen concept either, the concept you hadn't had the right look for. You'd even liked your face, and the unearthly glow they'd painted into your cheeks, the perfect frame of your dark hair-

But something had displeased that crowd. Whether the look, or the dancing, or stupid, stubborn pettiness over girlish crushes - or all of it put together. It took a lot to silence an entire crowd. You knew that - you'd seen one refuse to be silenced before, but never nominally refuse to cheer. Never pass the sentiment around and come to an absolute mutual agreement.

It's a talent, to be able to do that by yourself, you think as you stare into your own eyes in the mirror; and you don't have it in you to deny the rush of feelings that wells in your chest this time, or the hot prick of tears in your eyes. Your thoughts are swept off in the storm, the questions clamouring, crying, begging for one answer; why, why, why, why. Why do they hate you, why are they so mean about it, why didn't you just go home? Why did you ever come to this country in the first place? Why id you think you were good enough to be worth their love?

A soft knock on the door precedes the tentative entry of an assistant; one of the girls from JYP that always travels with you on schedules. You know her name, but you should know her better; instead, you've just been keeping to yourself. Another point of failure, probably.

"Y/N?" she says, daring to put one foot through the door as you blink and nod in acknowledgement. "Sorry - we need to start heading back now. You can have another moment - if you need-"

"I'm coming," you hurry to say; and it is shame that colours your cheeks and gives you the strength again to swallow it down like a hard stone. The tears burn as you blink them away, as you stare at the mirror and decide that no more will fall except for the traitorous three that have already escaped. You'll have to go back on that stage - you won't go red-eyed and puffy, won't give them that satisfaction.

You'll have to do that ending again too, though. Weather that storm a second time. Well, you'll just have to make sure this take is perfect, and then no one will ask for a third. You'll be able to go home and hide.

Your moment is up. You know that, and so you turn yourself away from the mirror, to the girl that waits. She willingly averts her eyes as she steps out, holding the door for you until you grip the edge of it with your own hand and follow her.

Chan is waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall and staring at nothing as he waits. There's a dark anger in his eyes when he turns, but it isn't for you - no, the tissue box in his hand is for you, offered like a bridge that spans the gap between you.

Warily, you draw one and turn aside to dab at your eyes and try to cool the burn in your cheeks. You want to cringe away from yourself and hide in the bathroom again, to put off facing him until he goes away - but if you do that, he'll know you're hiding, and the hovering assistant will bear the blame of not bringing you back, and those fans will think they know why it's taking so long-

Stupid. They already know that they've won. Chan can see you crying. There's no one left to make a fool of except yourself.

"Are you alright?" Chan asks - and just like you thought, there is none of that anger in the gentle voice that asks.

"It's fine," you answer, biting at your tongue agains the tears that threaten to stir anew. "Sorry. I just needed - a moment. I'm ready to go again."

"Take another moment," he tells you.

"I'd rather go," you say, and it comes out harsher than you mean it to - but it is only the tears that you are fighting, that horrible, gut-wrenching wave of emotion that wants to wash over you. "I'm fine. Really."

The tissue crushes in your palm. You wonder if the sceptical look he gives you is because of the makeup you've surely smudged, or if he just doesn't believe you. "Are you sure?" he asks, and you steel yourself as you breathe in.

"I will be if we don't talk about it," you tell him tightly, and then you take the lead before he can disagree. He falls into step willingly anyway, thoughtful or maybe brooding as you weave your way back to the stage.

"We're not doing the endings again," he tells you as you approach, right as the flock of makeup artists engulf you. Like they knew you'd be crying, you think acerbically, and then banish the thought before it can unbalance you again.

"Were there any notes for me?" you ask as a brush dusts your cheek. The dancing; that's the only thing you need to focus on. The performance. Do it perfectly, and you can escape. Subconsciously, you fingers find the ring, twisting it around and around.

"Not for you," Chan says. "Just try to enjoy it again, yeah?"

Several choice comments come to mind as you gaze at him, each one as dry and hurt as the last, but a look at the occupants of the room stills your tongue. Assistants and stylists and employees of the show - people that you shouldn't be caught speaking ill of fans or members in front of. You've read your contracts and the company ethics, seen the bill for your training attached to your name. You know how far fans and a good public image takes even the most insidious people.

"I'll try," you promise instead, firmly holding your tongue to your principals. No point complaining about hardships anyway. This isn't an industry that takes pity on those who are too weak to survive it.

Even so, the answer seems vapid and contrived the moment it spills out of your mouth. Chan doesn't have time to contest it; the others are already returning to the stage to entertain that undeserving crowd, and so you must follow too, side by side in silence. His microphone passes restlessly from hand to hand, even when you step on stage and his brow smoothes out. You wonder how long that rage will simmer beneath his skin.

Until he can do something about it, a little voice whispers to you with a thrill, watching his receding back.

The stage sweeps you away after that, Chan disappearing into the midst of the others with just one last glance over his shoulder to make sure that you're following. Seungmin replaces him, appearing unobtrusively in your shadow as Felix slings an arm back around your shoulders and bats his hand away from messing with your hair. They flank you until you drift into your position, and then the stage goes quiet so that the music can start again.

The dance flies by; chorus, verse, bridge, dance break. The fans cheer and chant along as dutifully as they had the first time, but the sound resonates hollow in your chest this time, the faces that you give the camera manufactured rather than brought on by the music. It's hard to forget, now that you know the truth, that those cheers aren't for you; only the boys that surround you, their bodies moving in unison with yours. Part of them, and yet set apart.

You'd come six years ago expecting to be the jewel in that kind of crown, you think. This crowd has made you the flaw, ugly and unmistakably out of place.

It's a relief when the song ends and you can let go, your shoulders slumping and your chin dropping to your chest as you stare at the floor and try to breathe. A hundred emotions sweep by you, there and then swallowed again by the storm that churns in your stomach; you flinch away from the crowd's laughter at something Han does, and then laugh when Changbin's face appears upside-down in your field of vision, his body contorted strangely in an effort to meet your eyes. There's still something hiding in Chan's eyes and Felix is openly angry, but Minho gives nothing away in the nod he gives you as he passes by. Changbin talks about what to get for dinner on the way back down the stairs, but the words just wash over you; you're not hungry anyway, after all of this, just hollow and restless and tired.

Your third filming trudges by much the same, correcting a small mistake by Han in the pursuit of perfection. The boy looks apologetic as he passes you by, but it's not him or the dancing that you resent. It's just a thing you have to do, until all nine of you are pleased, until you can finally leave that stage and draw the hoodie you'd worn here on a very different kind of morning back over your head and climb into a car to go home.

You don't win any awards. The boys hide their disappointment, but you know it is there. You know, too, where the fan vote went and why that trophy was stolen away from them.

You're not really sure what anyone expects you to do about it.

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valkyriexo · 2 days ago

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Invisible ask game : 30 Hyunjin

💬 Skz Texts | "Tell me to stop before it's too late.”

ઇଓ Hyunjin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Smau, Angst

ᑉ³warnings; mentions of breakup,

ᑉ³Authors Note; Invisible ask game <3 !! Part of my 1k Celebration. Back from a mini hiatus ! hope you all enjoy as I try to gain my rhythm again

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jsabimi · 1 day ago

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. . . still trying

. . . synopsis: when an aspiring painter - who knows how to love deeply, but has been left hesitant to trust again - gets to lead a pastries-and-painting night at your best friend's café every friday night, meets you - a fiercely independent lawyer's assistant who has no interest in romance - he knows he's ready to give love another try. you, however, have seen love fall apart one too many times and are determined to keep your heart out of his reach.

what you didn't expect was his quiet patience, the way he sees past your walls without ever pushing. you can't tell if this would be another love story that ends in heartbreak or if it could be the real deal for you.

. . . pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader(f)

. . . genre: strangers to lovers, non-idol au, social media au, super slow burn, fluff, angst, pining, suggestive - so minors dni!

. . . warnings: heartbreak, talks of past toxic relationships, reader struggles with emotions, will be using images in this fic of 2023 hyunjin because..2023 hyunjin got me weak and i wont get over it, mentions of alcohol, mentions of house parties, mentions of sex - other warnings will be listed on individual chapters.

. . . author's note: haha~! i bet you guys thought i was gone, but no, i was just working on this - an idea i've had for a while (like... months lmao) but haven't been able to actually sit down and put it together until a couple weeks ago. this is still a work in progress, but the outline of the story is pretty much all set! just need to finish a few layouts of the chapters. but i'm really excited for this story and hope you all enjoy it and the journey of my first actual smau series! xoxo

. . . taglist!: okay after popular demand, i've decided to make a taglist. but i will only tag those who agree to reblog, comment or leave feedback. that's all i ask. and yes, i will be able to see who does or doesn't and have no problem removing those who don't. as a writer feedback and reblogs are our life line. if you want to be on the taglist please either comment on the post or send an ask to be added! again, thanks for the support and love for this story - it's my first born smau and i'm proud of her 🥹

. . . I N D E X

. 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜

. 𝚌𝚑 𝟷

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hansmic · 2 days ago

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𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈

hyunjin x gn! reader

summary: you notice hyunjin doodling on a napkin at a café and asks to see what he’s drawing. It leads to a conversation about art, life, and dreams. you end up sketching together until the café closes.

genre: romance

warnings: none

word count: 963

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Hyunjin is scribbling away at a small paper napkin, a small pout on his lips as he concentrates on the image taking shape on the cheap paper. As he continues to doodle, he fails to notice that you are watching over his shoulder, silently observing his art.

Feeling your eyes on his work, Hyunjin glances up and catches you watching him. He chuckles sheepishly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Oh.. Hey," he says, a small smile on his lips. "Sorry, I didn't notice you there. Were you watching me draw?"

As you nod in response to his question, Hyunjin looks down at the napkin in front of him, his gaze darting between you and his art. He seems a little embarrassed by your attention, but also curious about what you think of his work. "Uh, yeah. I doodle when I'm bored," he says, gesturing to the napkin. "It's nothing special."

You can tell by his expression that Hyunjin is downplaying his talent, but you can also see the pride in his eyes as he looks at the napkin. He hesitates for a moment before offering it to you. "Here, you can take a closer look if you want," he says, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Thanks," you say, taking the napkin from Hyunjin's hand. You carefully examine the drawing, taking in all the small details and the way Hyunjin's unique style shines through.

"It's really good," you say, looking up to meet Hyunjin's eyes. "You're very talented. Do you do art often?"

Hyunjin's cheeks turn even redder as you compliment his art, and he ducks his head sheepishly. "Thank you," he stutters out, a small smile on his lips. "And yeah, I draw a lot actually. It's kinda like... my escape, you know?"

He looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "It's just... sometimes it's easier to put my thoughts and feelings down on paper than to try to explain them with words," he says, shrugging slightly.

"I totally get what you mean," you say, nodding. "Art can be a really powerful form of expression, and it's often easier to pour your emotions into a drawing than to talk about them."

As you speak, you can see Hyunjin's shoulders relax a bit, as if he's glad to have found someone who understands his love for art.

Hyunjin nods, his smile growing a little more confident. "Exactly," he says. "And it's like... when I'm drawing, I don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks or how they'll react. I can just let my mind wander and create whatever I want."

As you continue to talk about art and Hyunjin's passion for drawing, you can sense a connection forming between the two of you. The conversation flows easily, and Hyunjin seems to open up more and more with each passing minute.

As the café begins to empty out, Hyunjin glances out the window and realizes it's getting late. "Man, I didn't realize how much time had passed," he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I guess we got pretty caught up in our conversation," he adds, a hint of a blush returning to his cheeks. He looks at you awkwardly for a moment, as if he wants to say something more but is hesitating.

You notice Hyunjin's hesitancy and try to ease the awkwardness a little. "Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you," you say, a warm smile on your lips. "It's been a while since I've had a conversation this good."

Hyunjin smiles back at you, his expression softening. "Yeah, me too," he says. "I don't normally open up to people like I did with you. But... I don't know, there's just something about you that makes me feel comfortable."

He looks at you for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, and you can feel the air growing tense. It's like there's a silent understanding passing between the two of you, a hint of something more than just friendship.

"You know," you say, your heart rate picking up slightly. "I've really enjoyed spending time with you. Maybe... we could do this again sometime?"

Hyunjin's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, and he nods quickly. "Yeah, definitely," he says, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'd really like that."

He pauses for a moment, as if he's trying to gather the courage to say something else. "Maybe... we could exchange numbers?" he says, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You smile at Hyunjin's suggestion, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Sure, that sounds great," you say, pulling out your phone. You exchange numbers with Hyunjin, saving his contact information in your phone.

Hyunjin grins as he adds your number to his contacts, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. "Great," he says, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. "I'll text you later, okay?"

The café is nearly empty now, signaling that it's time to leave. Hyunjin gathers his things and stands up, looking at you with a warm smile. "I guess I should get going," he says, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

You stand up as well, feeling a pang of disappointment that the night is coming to an end. "Yeah, me too," you say, a small sigh escaping your lips.

There's a moment of silence between the two of you, neither of you quite wanting to leave. Hyunjin shuffles his feet awkwardly, his gaze flitting around the nearly empty café before settling back on you.

"I... I had a really great time tonight," he says, a warm smile on his lips.

You feel a wave of butterflies in your stomach at his words and return his smile. "Me too," you say honestly. "I'm really glad I met you, Hyunjin."

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starlost-maniac · 3 days ago

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I Slept with My Boss - Ch 7

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting, some angst

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

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You were still breathing hard as you made your way to the elevator. You had no idea your job would be so…active. You didn't really mind it though. Your breathing finally evens out when you make it back to Chan's office. Stepping inside, you see Minho placing some files on Chan's desk. He grins when he sees you.

"There's my kitten." He steps over to you when you get to your desk. Placing his hands on your waist, he holds you in place and kisses your neck. "I know I had you this morning, but I'm already craving you again. I just want to bask in your beauty."

"Chan said I'm free to go home early today. He and Felix are still in their…meeting." You look up at Minho, cheeks flushing.

"You mean they're fucking." He chuckles when you stare at him, eyes wide. "No need to hide it from me. Sometimes Chan and I fuck in here, sometimes I have Han or Felix in my office. Sometimes both." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I can tell they had a little fun with you too, kitten." His breath warm on your neck when he leaned down to kiss your hickies from your other boss and their boyfriend. Your cheeks flush again as you shiver a bit.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir." You state.

"Mhmm." He hums, gently nipping your neck. You hold back the gasp that threatened to slip. "So, Chan-hyung said you can go home early?"

"Yeah. I'm probably going to get cleaned up and either go to the gym if it's not too busy, or take a nap or something." You breathe out. Minho hums softly.

"I'd offer to take you home, but I'd probably want to come inside." He gently nips your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist. You shiver as he speaks directly into your ear. He chuckles as he lets you go. "I'll see you in the morning, kitten?"

You nod. "Yes sir." Minho turns you around and hands you some money.

"Would you mind getting Chan and I drinks and something for breakfast? You're more than welcome to grab something for yourself as well." He smiles and winks at you.

"Of course, sir. Just text me what the order is, and I'll get it for you." You smile and bow.

——

You're finally back home, body a little sore from taking Felix then Chan right after. You had forgotten how big Chan was. You go to your room to grab clean clothes to change into. After a quick shower, you call Yoonae, knowing she has the day off.

"Hey, Y/n. Aren't you supposed to be at work right now?"

"Yeah. The boss let me go home early." You say, walking out of your bathroom. You head to your kitchen to find something to eat. "Both the CEOs were..touchy today."

"Oooh, really now? Did you enjoy it?" She giggles.

"I can't say I didn't." You laugh. "It was just a little tiring. It was the other CEO this morning, then one of their boyfriends was teasing me during lunch, then the first CEO and one of the other boyfriends."

"Ooh, you've really got it going on, girl." She laughs.

"I blame you for this honestly, Yoonae." You tease her. "You took me out to those bars, and recommended the gym and art class, in which one of the boyfriends owns the gym, and the other attends the art class." You recall seeing Hyunjin there not long after your meet up with the two. You go out to your living room with your food.

"Oh really? I swear I didn't plan that, but it's a really nice coincidence." You knew she was being genuine. "But speaking of bars, wanna go out tomorrow after work? The weekend starts tomorrow and I wanna see my best friend." You hear her pout.

"I mean, you know where I live." You laugh. "But yeah, I can come out tomorrow." You pull the phone from your ear when she squeals in excitement.

"Who knows, maybe we'll see some of your boyfriends while we're out." She teases.

"They aren't my boyfriends, Yoonae." You roll your eyes and eat. She lets out a teasing 'mhmm'. You talk for a little longer before she has to go run some errands.

You finish eating and decide to day a trip to the spa. It's been a while since you went, and you felt you deserved a day to relax, especially after today.

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You enter the spa, having done a bit of quick searching for a good one in the area. The receptionist smiles at you and checks you in. She sends you in when there is someone available. They do a full body deep tissue massage—which does absolute wonders for your aching body—before doing a scalp massage. They did a few other services for you, before sending you out to go to a hot tub. When you step out of the room, you see Han at the other end of the hall, towel around his waist. He grins wide and waves to you.

"Y/nnie! Hi!" He pads over to you and envelopes you in a hug. You hug him back, cheeks red as you weren't expecting to see him here and see you in just a towel. When he pulls away, he laughs at your red cheeks.

"I've seen you naked, tasted you and been inside you. Why are you so flustered now?" He smiles and cups your cheek with one hand. "Did we reverse roles? I remember being flustered and shy when we first met."

"I'm sorry. That time, I wasn't expecting to see you again, so I was more confident and out there." You say, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, I'm glad that we got to meet again. I was so sad when we parted ways that morning. I wanted to do more of this." He smiles softly.

"More of wh—" You start but are cut off when he places his lips on yours. You forgot how soft and full his lips were. He steps closer to you, wrapping his other arm around your waist as he kisses you deeper. You melt into his arms and kiss him back, your own arms wrapping around his bare waist. He softly bites your bottom lip before pulling away. He chuckles when you chase his lips.

"It seems you wanted more of it too." He says quietly. Your cheeks flush more, looking into his eyes. "I don't want to keep you from where you were going though."

"I was going to the hot tubs." You point behind you, down the hall.

"Really?" He smiles. "That's where I was going. I'm going to a private room though. Come with me?" He brushes his thumb along your cheek, still holding you close. All you can do is nod. He turns you around and leads you to the private room he has.

"Do you come here often, Han?" You ask as you enter the dark room. The room was illuminated with a blue light that ran along the baseboards of the room, and blue lights in the hot tub.

"I do. Channie-hyung and Minho-hyung actually own this spa." He chuckles when your jaw drops open. "They had it built for their employees to have somewhere nice to go to relax. Weren't you wondering why you got in so fast and why you got a discount?"

"I…didn't even think about it.." You mumble. Han just chuckles again. Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You're so adorable, Y/n. You know that?" He gently squeezes your waist. You lean back against him, cheeks pink. He kisses your cheek and let's go. Stepping up to the hot tub, he kicks his spa slippers off and hangs his towel on a hook on the wall. Your cheeks darken a bit, looking at his bare backside over in the blue light. He steps in the tub, making a sound at the hot water. He sinks down fairly quickly and sits on the built-in bench.

He waves you over and you slowly walk over, kicking your spa slippers off next to his, hesitantly taking your towel off. When you turn to step into the water, Han is looking up at you, eyes wide as he takes in your naked form.

"You're so much more beautiful than I remember, jagi.." Han whispers, his eyes travel down your body as he stands up, water just above his pelvis. You let out a quiet whine at his compliment, your cheeks burning. He reaches a hand out to you to help you into the water. You take it and he helps you step into the hot water. You gasp at how hot it is but quickly adjust. As soon as you're in the water, Han turns the temperature down some.

"Thank you." You say, settling on the bench across from him. He sends you a wide smile.

"So, what are you doing here during work hours?" He sits back a bit, letting the jets blow against his back.

"Oh, Chan let me go home early. I had an…eventful day and he wanted me to relax a bit." You place your hands on your cheeks, the hot water not helping any to cool your warm cheeks.

"Ohh~" Han smirks. "It was that kind of a day?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"You are just like Yoonae." You laugh lightly. "I think you would actually like her, honestly."

"What if I said I liked you?" You look at him, his face serious. You were silent for a moment.

"Why though? You have seven amazing boyfriends. Why would you like someone as plain as me?" You said quietly.

You were starting to remember what your ex told you. How you were so boring and plain, that his new 'girlfriend' was so much better and so much more adventurous in the bedroom than you. It was the first time you thought about him in months. Han moved to be in front of you, brows furrowed when he saw you start to look upset.

"Hey..you are not plain, Y/n. You are amazing, beautiful and so, so sweet." He gently grabs your chin, making you look at him. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. He moves to straddle your legs, something he normally does with the older men he dates, and gently cups your cheeks. He leans forward and softly pecks your lips a few times, pulling back, he smiles at you. When the tears spill over, he kisses them away on your cheeks up to your eyes, making you giggle.

"Whoever told you that, is a complete moron, and needs to get their eyes looked at. And they definitely don't deserve you." He peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle more.

"Thank you, Han. I definitely appreciate it." You smile up at him.

"No need to thank me, Y/n. It's the truth." He smiles wide at you. "Now, I know you really haven't known me, or the others for that matter, that long, but how would you feel about me coming over. We can watch movies and do some skin care." He watches your face. "I don't think you'd wanna be surrounded by 8 men outside of work just yet." He laughs softly.

"Honestly, that sounds nice. Thank you." You smile softly.

"Perfect. I'll have one of the others pick me up, and I'll meet you at yours?" He moves his hands to behind your neck, interlocking his fingers. You nod at him, a soft smile on your face. You only just realized that you could feel his hard length on your stomach. Your eyes widen a bit and your cheeks flush again. He looks at you confused before understanding.

He laughs, smiling wide. "Again, you've seen me naked, Y/n. No need to be nervous around me." He kisses you softly before climbing off your lap to sit next to you. He reaches for your hand under the water, gently interlocking his fingers with yours and giving your hand a soft squeeze.

You talk about mundane things, just properly getting to know each other without the others teasing you. When it was time to go, you gave him your address and you part ways for now. You were surprised you were only in the spa for an hour and a half.

——

You decided to go to the store for a bit, wanting to pick some snacks and more skin care products for tonight. You grabbed a cart and started walking through the aisles. You weren't sure what he liked, as neither of you thought to mention it. You sent him a quick text to ask what snacks he liked and what kind of skin care products he used. While you waited for a response, you went through to get snacks you liked, as well as a few things you needed for your place.

Han texted you back listing a few things, but said you didn't need to go out of your way for him. You smiled at the text, texting him back. You went back through the snacks, grabbing things he liked as well as going back to the cosmetics to get a few things for him, as well as a few face masks you didn't see before. While you were looking through the drinks, you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around you.

"Hi, bunny." A kiss planted on the back of your head. You jump at the initial contact, not expecting someone to come up behind you.

"Hi, Changbin. You startled me." You turn your head some to look at him over your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, bunny. I saw you and got a little excited." He laughs softly, placing a kiss on your cheek. He rests his head on your shoulder, standing in the aisle with you. "Hannie told us that he's going to your place tonight. He's really excited about it." You feel Changbin smile against your shoulder. You smile and laugh quietly.

"Yeah. We are going to watch some movies and do some skin care and eat snacks." You point to the snacks and skin care products that sit in your cart.

"Maybe one day we can all do that together." He kisses your cheek again. "Obviously when you're more comfortable." He adds.

"It's possible." You smile when he squeezes you lovingly.

"Well, I'll let you get back to shopping. You have fun with Hannie tonight, ok?" He squeezes you once more before letting you go, playfully patting your ass a few times. "I'll tell Hyunjin you said hi?"

"Please." You turn towards him to give him a proper hug. "Thank you, Changbin." You smile sincerely. He hugs you back and waves as he walks off to do his own shopping. Once you finish shopping, you head for the check out, before heading home to clean up quickly and change into your pajamas.

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PROFILES: THE HYUNGS™️

— CHAN: The JYP U Legend™️. Literally. Everyone knows him or about him, no matter how long ago he graduated. Professors still use him and his work as examples. The overworked heir to Bahng Enterprises. Gym Rat #1.

— MINHO: Teaches advanced classes at Limbo Dance Studio. Used to be a backup dancer before being hired. Was infamous at JYP U for his cold, handsome visuals and had a fanclub that rivaled Hyunjin’s and Felix’s. A Tsundere that adores and cares deeply for those close to him even though he may deny it.

— CHANGBIN: Like Chan is an overworked heir to a big company. Currently his father’s secretary at Seo & Co. Is almost impossible to reach anymore because of how busy he is. Gym Rat #2.

— HYUNJIN: JYP U’s resident Heartthrob. Captain of the university’s dance team. Over the last year, he’s rarely been seen outside of classes and the dance studio. Usually locks himself in his art studio. His main account has gone dry while his private is alive and thriving.

— HAN: JYP U’s music genius. He’s lazy as hell when it comes to any of his other classes but somehow manages to still pass them all with flying colors. His music theory professor loves him a little too much. Always uses his work as examples for younger students. Is kind of shy when first meeting people but once he’s comfortable with them, he turns into the goofball he is. Gym Rat #3.

— FELIX: JYP U’s Sweetheart. Everyone loves him. Was apart of the university’s dance team but had to take a break due to a back injury. Spends a lot of his time baking when he’s not in class or physical therapy.

— SEUNGMIN: An exhausted STEM major that spends most of his time in the university’s library. Literally. If you need find him that’s where to look. Used to minor in music but suddenly dropped it about a year ago. One of the most sarcastic people you will ever meet but also gives out weirdly good life advice.

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 19

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

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Chapter 19

Y/n lays between Hyunjin and Jeongin trying not to disturb the two too much as she’s having trouble falling asleep. The movie had made her, Hyunjin, Felix and Jisung cry at the end. Felix babbling that he doesn’t want any of them leaving him, even if it’s what’s good for him in the end. Saying that he would rather die than not have any of them in his life. Changbin had to drive the truck back as Chan held Felix in the backseat as he wouldn’t stop.

Once back at the house the alpha took the crying boy straight to bed, Jisung following after wanting to continue comforting the emotional omega. Hyunjin became attached to Y/n and wasn’t letting her go, taking her to one of the rooms with him. Jeongin after talking with Changbin, Seungmin and Minho decided to go join the two as he still was wanting to hover over his omega.

“That pup is so worried about her.” Minho mumbles to the other two after Jeongin shuts the door.

“I get it.” Changbin looks at the door. “Ji and Lixie have never asked him to help them slip into subspace before. So Y/n asking him, he’s worried as to what was going on in her head that she needed to slip away mentally.”

“But he said it himself, she was fine during the date.” Minho reminds them.

“Maybe he sensed something during the scenting session that he didn’t know about at first but after thinking back on it more realized it.” Seungmin speaks up. “I mean, on Chan and I’s date she told me that she felt like something bad was going to happen. Was so anxious about it. She seems to be doing better now but with how her family made her think that her feelings weren’t valid, she might just be good at hiding it at this point.”

“God, don’t say that Minnie.” Changbin groans. “I don’t want to think that she might be keeping her emotions from us just so she can suffer in silence.”

“It could also just be nothing.” Minho reminds them wanting to ease their nerves.

The two nod before Changbin stretches and grabs the beta’s hand. “We should probably head to bed, it’s late.”

Seungmin looks at the remaining alpha. “Hyung, do you want to join us?”

“I will in a few.” Minho smiles. “I wanna clean up the kitchen a little bit better from dinner so there isn’t too much to do in the morning and we have stuff to cook breakfast.”

“Well don’t stay up too late.” Changbin sighs before giving him a kiss. Minho then gives Seungmin a kiss.

“Goodnight.” Minho smiles at them and they say it back before going into one of the empty rooms.

About an hour later after Minho is satisfied with the kitchen, he’s about to go join Changbin and Seungmin when he hears a door open and close. Y/n walking out into the living room but stops in shock when she notices the kitchen light on and looks up to see the alpha standing there watching her.

“You okay, kitten?” He finally speaks when he notices some tear stains on her cheeks.

“Yeah, just can’t sleep.” She sighs and instinctively leans into him when he walks over to her.

“Come on, you’ve got your date with Binnie and Ji tomorrow, you need to sleep.” He holds her against his chest for a moment before moving them back down the hallway. “Do you want me to tuck you back in bed with the other two, or do you want to sleep in bed with me?”

“With you please.” She whispers.

He leads her into one of the empty rooms and sits on the bed before pulling her into his lap, straddling his waist.

“Do you wanna talk for a bit? Tell me what's on your mind that’s keeping you up?” He nudges her chin to look at him but frowns as she still avoids eye contact and stays quiet. “Minnie, told me that you were anxious on your guy's date because you felt like something bad is going to happen. Wanna tell me about that?”

She sighs and hesitates for a moment. “I don’t know what it is. I just keep having this feeling that something’s going to happen.” She looks at him finally, tears brimming her waterline. “I don’t know why. I felt it when we were out shopping. Then again at the gaming cafe.”

“Is that why you asked Innie to scent you into subspace in the car?”

She nods as tears finally shed. “The date was going so great, I was having so much fun and had loved it. But then I started getting paranoid in the parking lot and Lixie told me before about how he and Ji will sometimes ask you alphas to help them slip when they’re having a bad day or are anxious. I didn’t want the date to be ruined because I overthink too much so I asked Jeongin to do it. Wanted it to make us closer and to just not have to think for the rest of the day.”

“I get that.” He wipes away her tears. “But something we do with them is that they have to tell us first what’s wrong before we scent them into subspace. Now there are special cases for Jisung when he’s on the verge of another panic attack where we don’t question him and just do it so he doesn’t end up sub-dropping but he knows he has to talk to us afterwards when his head is clear again.” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now this was the first time Jeongin has ever scented anyone into subspace, probably why Felix went first. So he doesn’t know that he’s supposed to ask you guys first, and Felix probably thought that you were just wanting to know how it felt. That's what the rest of us thought.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Baby, I’m not telling you all of this so you apologize.” Minho coos and places his hand on her cheek which she leans into. “I’m telling you this because we’ve told you before not to hide anything, talk to us. No matter how big or small you might think it is, talk to us. I promise you that we will listen and remind you that it’s okay to feel what you’re feeling, okay?”

She nods and whispers. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He then looks over at her bag that’s on the other side of the room. “Have you been taking your anxiety pills?”

She hesitates for a second as if to think whether to lie or tell the truth before sighing. “No.”

“Is there a reason why?” He tilts his head in a questioning way. “Do you feel like they aren’t helping?”

“I just keep forgetting to take them I guess.”

“I get that, they are prescribed to be taken as needed up to five times a day and not a daily thing.” Minho sits there and thinks about it for a moment. “But you do need to take them when you’re feeling anxious or paranoid so we can know if it’s working or not for you.”

“I don’t always have them with me though.”

“We’ll get you a cross body bag or something to be able to keep them in and anything else you might need whenever we’re out.” He smiles before his eyes wanders down to her neck where the collar lays and he moves his hand to play with the pendant. “I knew this would look good on you.”

“It’s so beautiful Min, thank you.” She looks at him before looking at his lips and decides to just kiss him before she chickens out.

Minho is a bit surprised at first but kisses her back, hands moving to her ass to pull her closer to him and her arms snake around his neck, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He gives her a few pecks before moving his lips away from her but rests his forehead against hers and looks at her closed eyes.

“Kitten, as much as I want to keep kissing you, I won't be able to hold myself back if we continue.” He breaths a little heavily. “It’s late and you really need to be getting some sleep for your date with Changbin and Jisung tomorrow.”

“But I can’t sleep, I’m wide awake.” She whimpers and moves away from his face to give him a pout. “Please, want your bite.”

“Fuck.” The alpha groans, leaning his head back a little before tilting his head to look at her cute face. “You are going to be the death of me, baby.”

He grabs the back of her neck to kiss her again before flipping her over onto the bed on her back as he leans over her. He leaves small kisses down her jaw to her neck. He licks her scent gland just under where Felix left his mark causing her to shudder.

“Alpha, please.”

“Patience, kitten.” He moves back up to her lips and kisses them then nibbles on her bottom lip before pulling away again. “And you’ll need to try and keep a little quiet. The walls here are a lot thinner than at home. You don’t want to wake everyone up do you?”

“No.” Y/n whimpers as she tugs at his shirt to bring him closer.

Minho chuckles before indulging in her neediness and kisses her as his hands roam her body. He slides under her shirt to hold her sides wanting to touch her skin.

He pulls away again when she tries to slide his shirt off, grabbing her hands to stop her. “Are you sure? Your mind has kind of been everywhere the last few days.”

“I am so sure, Min.” She whispers.

“You know I love you right?” He gazes at her as he places his hands on either side of her head.

“I do know that.” She smiles. “And I love you too.”

“Good.” He kisses her lips before sitting back on his knees again and grabs the bottom of her shirt pulling it up and she helps him take it off of her.

As soon as the fabric is discarded he dives into kissing and nibbling at her collar bone before moving down to her chest loving all the little sounds she makes as she tries to keep quiet. After leaving a few hickeys he sits back taking his shirt off before unbuttoning his pants and sliding those off too.

Y/n watches his every movement, taking all of him in like this. She of course doesn’t miss the bulge in his boxers. She tries to reach out to touch him but he grabs her hand.

“We’ll explore that another day, right now I just need to be inside you.” She gasps as he grabs her hips and flips her over on her stomach. He lifts her hips up so she’s on her arms and knees as he pulls her shorts and underwear down. “God you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to see and touch this ass.”

He squeezes one of her asscheeks then helps her kick her shorts and underwear off her legs as she presents herself to him, arching her back a little and turning her head to look back at him.

“Please alpha.”

He growls and tears his boxers off before lining up with her from behind. He teases her core with his member a little before shoving himself in and she squeals and moans into the mattress.

“You okay, baby?” He leans over her back, keeping his hips still as he kisses her shoulder.

“I’m good.” She nods. “You can move.”

The alpha hesitates before feeling her squeeze around him making him grunt and buck his hips. He grabs the pillow nearby and brings it to her head for her to moan into then starts moving slowly in and out of her.

“Fuck kitten.” He groans at how she feels wrapped around him.

He keeps his chest against Y/n’s back as he thrust, wanting to be as close to his omega as he can and so he can hear every noise she makes into the pillow. He continues to squeeze her ass with one hand giving the occasional spank, his other holding her hip.

Her scent starts to make him lose it as his thrusts start to falter a bit. He can feel his knot starting to grow and he leans down licking her scent gland.

“Please alpha.” She turns her head away from the pillow to beg.

When he feels his knot lock inside her and how close she is he bites down hard on her neck just under Felix’s mark. She moans into the pillow as she comes undone around him resulting in his release in her.

Once she stops shaking he slowly releases his teeth from her neck and licks up the blood. Once her neck is clean he moves his arm under her stomach keeping her against his chest as he lays them down on their side, his knot still locked inside her.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He strokes her hair. “Do you think you’re tired enough to sleep now?”

“Yeah.” Y/n hums with a small nod of her head pushing her back against his chest more and snuggling into the pillow they lay on. “I love you, Minho.”

“I love you too.” He kisses her shoulder as he holds close to him. “Get some sleep.”

After the alphas knot had deflated she turns over so he slips out of her and faces him, surprising him as he thought she was about to fall asleep finally.

“What are you doing?”

“Want to bite you.” She looks up at him as innocent as ever.

“You couldn’t wait until the morning.” He chuckles before baring his neck to her.

Y/n nuzzles against the crook of his neck at first, so she can smell him and he starts to release some pheromones that makes her head a little fuzzy but not enough to not be aware of what she’s doing. She then bites down under the three other marks and he starts to make a rumbling noise as he pulls her closer to him again.

After she lets go of his neck and cleans it up he moves her hair out of her face just gazing at her lovingly. “You good now?”

She smiles and nods happily. “I’m great.”

He kisses her before pulling her to lay her head against his chest and they both don’t last long before sleep overtakes them.

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A/N: Several people were wanting Minho to claim her and here we are. Who do you guys think is next? Also I promise that Changbin's and Jisung's date is the next chapter.

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Blood Lust

Chapter III

!pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids

summery: Now that the eight men have fullfilled their end of the deal it's your turn.

TW: Mentions of previous abuse, PTSD (?), mentions of murder, thoughts of violence, burning bodies (?), smut, voyeurism, cockwarming (kinda), blood play, praise, pet names (ex: sweetheart, baby, sweet girl etc,,,), Sir kink, MxM moments, unprotected sex, dry humping (?), fingering (f receiving), nipple play, aftercare. [Please let me know if I missed anything!]

A/n: I've never written smut before so it probably isn't the best, I'm sorry!

One last look back was all it took for you to know it’s over, the years of torture you endured were finally over.

You couldn’t help but tear up as you walk to the front of the apartment, sniffling, you wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks, of course the eight men notice Jeongin going up and asking if you’re alright, “I’m sorry, was that too much for you?” He asks his lips curving downwards into a frown.

You let out a few shaky breaths, “No, I’m okay.” You smile your cheeks and nose rosy from crying, “I’m so glad it’s over.” You finally break sobbing out in relief. They all watch unsure if you’re comfortable with them touching you to try and comfort you so they hold off, all but Felix who walks over and slowly places his hand onto your cheek using his thumb to wipe away the stray tears.

You laugh at the gesture and move your hands up to wipe them away yourself, “Thank you.” You smile at the blond, before walking over and putting on a pair of shoes, “It’s still okay for me to go with you right?” You ask craning your neck to face the men by the door.

“Of course you can.”

Chan smiles at you his dimples popping out, Jisung moves his hand out to you and you grasp it, the cold touch startling you but you continue to hold it nonetheless, “So, where are we going?” you ask walking down the hall to the elevator of the apartment building, the blank walls and carpeted floors leaving you with a sense of unease from the amounts of times you passed them on your way back from work to Sungwoo.

You shake your head not wanting to think of him, this is your fresh start, your brain already conjuring up so many ideas for what you’re going to do, maybe you’d try reaching out to your parents and pray Sungwoo didn’t ruin your relationship with them when he cut you off from your family and friends all those years ago.

You were so deep in your brain that you didn’t even notice how much time had passed until you were walking into a luxurious-looking building, your hand still intertwined with Jisung’s his hold on you never slipping, “I’m so excited.” He smiles at you his cheeks looking adorably squishy, Felix overhears what Jisung says “Me too.” He agrees his usually deep accented voice pitched higher.

Hearing what they say you’d expect you’d be going to an amusement park not somewhere where they are going to drink your blood. It still feels odd that these seemingly normal men are vampires, heck you have doubts now, but all evidence points to them being truthful about their mythological beings.

You walk past a large lobby where the only person there is the receptionist and seeing as it’s still early morning it does make sense for it to be relatively empty, but you can’t help but feel bad seeing them yawn and rub their eyes nearly asleep from most likely being stuck on the graveyard shift, you focus your attention back on the men at the sound of the elevator dinging, opening its shiny metal doors for the nine of you.

Entering the surprisingly large elevator you’re amazed at its luxurious look, from its pristine, finger-printless walls to the large glass opening behind you which thankfully has no sunlight coming through, you watch as Chan presses the button for the very top floor, ‘the penthouse.’ you think to yourself impressed but then remembering these men do look like they could be supermodels.

You frown as you look out the window watching the once spotless sky slowly fill with dark storm clouds, you worry that Sungwoo’s body won’t have fully turned to ash but, you quickly reassure yourself that even if he doesn’t they still made sure he was dead.

Changbin turns and sees your pale face and scrunched eyebrows, “Uh oh, are you having regrets now that he’s dead?” He asks his face one of both a smug expression with a hint of concern before you can respond he shrugs, “Oh well, not like we can bring him back.” he says before looking away from you and beginning a conversation with Hyunjin, Jisung sends him a look squeezing your hand in comfort but you quickly speak up, “No actually,” you smile, “I’m glad, I was just thinking that the sky is getting cloudy and you know..” You trail off squeezing back at his hand reassuring him you're okay.

Felix who stands next to you wraps his arm around you stroking his thumb up and down your arm sending tingles down your body.

As the elevator continues rising you choose to stay quiet not sure what else to converse with these men about, you can hear the small ‘ding’ every time you pass a floor over the quiet chatting of the boys and the relaxing elevator music playing in the back. When you finally reach the penthouse the elevator lets out a louder ‘ding’ than it did for the other floors before the doors open and you see a metal fence-like door with a lock on it appear.

Chan digs through his pants pocket pulling out his keys making a move to unlock the gate, the boys all flood out of the elevator once the gate is fully opened by Chan Jisung quickly pulls you into the foyer of their penthouse, “Come on [Y/n] I can’t wait to show you around!” He smiles.

The apartment is nice and clean with a nice modern feel to it unlike the old-timey vampire lair you imagined them in before, the walls are mostly white with accent walls here and there, lots of gorgeous artwork hung on them, along with the massive floor to ceiling windows, that all adorn heavy-duty blackout curtains, Jisung also points out their massive balcony that overlooks most of the city.

He drags you into the living room with a soft and cozy couch and lots of throw blankets, along with imagining a lair you also thought they might have a frat house-like state, lots of mess around, and stereotypical ‘male’ decoration, but they had a stunning sleek style to the living room, a huge TV adorning the wall, and an expensive looking glass coffee table in the middle of the room, “Your house is so nice…” You comment looking at an exquisite painting on the wall, “Oh, Hyunjin made that one, lots of the artwork in here was made by him.” Jisung mentioned, you look over at said man in awe, he’s seated on their couch legs draped over Changbin’s thick thighs, he acts all nonchalant “I like to paint.” He shrugs before going back to scrolling on his phone.

“Come on [Y/n] I wanna finish showing you around~” Jisung whines, dragging you around the rest of the house which looks just as nice as the rooms he’s shown you already.

He shows you their kitchen which is rather large the black and white marble counters cool to the touch, you can see they obviously don't use it much, when you open their fridge it's completely void of any food, but when you think back in it that does make sense for them.

You follow him farther into the penthouse stopping by their bathrooms, they have two of them that he shows you, both in matching designs but one has a fancy-looking jacuzzi tub and the other a walk-in shower.

You'd never seen either of those in real life only knowing the simplicity of a combined shower bath, your eyes wide in awe.

A laugh brings you out of your admiration making your cheeks puff out in embarrassment, Jisung can't help but laugh at the adorable sight of you, your amazed face, and sparkling eyes.

A look of fondness paints his face, his eyes soften and his cheeks go pink, all of which you miss in favor of your own amazement.

After he’s shown you all around their home, excluding the inside of their bedrooms he drags you back over to the living room, “Chanie Hyung ~” he purrs, “Can we start now?” His doe eyes plead, Chan’s dark eyes flit over to you who’s standing next to the pleading man, your hands wringing together a small blush dusting your cheeks, “I’m not the one you should be asking Hannie.” He says his voice low with the hint of a smirk.

Jisung’s eyes move over to your figure next to him, his pupils dilating in want, he can still smell your sweet blood and if he were to strain his ears he’s sure he could hear your heart thumping in your chest, your blood pumping through your veins, oh how he wants to nuzzle up against your pulse point before sinking his teeth into you.

His teeth feel uncomfortable in his mouth yearning to sink into your delicate human neck, to taste your warm, sweet blood fill his mouth, he wants that so bad.

Would you let him? Would you let him and his coven use you? Let them feed themselves off of you? Let them taste you? Fuck, he can’t stop thinking about it, can you see the want in his eyes, his need to take a bite of you?

Han looks over at Chan, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, Chan raises an eyebrow at him, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, “Go on.” Chan voices, Jisung looks back over to you standing next to him, a rosy blush on your cheeks, you look so cute squirming in your spot, he doesn’t like that you aren’t looking at him though.

He takes a step closer to you reaching out his hand and cupping your chin raising your head to look at him, his gaze dropping down to your plush lips, your eyes shining in the apartment lighting, you make eye contact with him and that makes him want you more, the almost innocent look on your face all too adorable to him. His tongue darts out wetting his lips. You can’t help but watch as the pink muscle wets his lips leaving a glossy sheen to them.

You wonder if he can hear your heart pacing in your chest due to your want and excitement, you want them to make you feel again, feel like Sungwoo’s death wasn’t a dream but reality, want them to cover your memories with pleasure.

Jisung closes the space between you two ducking down to your height before placing his soft pouty lips on yours, his hands moving down your body before resting on your waist, your hands moving up around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss not caring who’s watching.

His lips parted enough for his tongue to dart out and poke at your mouth asking for entrance, you part your lips, his tongue slipping in and swiping over the inside of your mouth, you move your tongue against his, swirling together as saliva drips down and onto your chin. The kiss is all wet and syrupy sweet, you can hear him moaning into your mouth, his body pushing closer to yours seeking out your warmth.

He finally pulls apart from you with a lewd ‘pop’ a string of spit connecting you together, “What’s got you so excited, hm?” He asks with a dopey smile appearing on his lips, “I’m just happy.” You say a genuine smile taking over your face.

“So happy.”

You giggle, your hands raking down his chest resting to his clothed tummy. The two of you are so absorbed in each other you don’t even notice Chan has walked over to you until his hands land on your waist, his large hands cupping over Han’s before pulling you away from the man and into his chest.

“Let’s not do this in the living room.” He smiles at the two of you, your brain foggy from the kiss making you all pliant as he maneuvers you down the elegant hall and into a spacious bedroom.

He picks you up wrapping his arms around your thighs and plopping you down onto the large plush bed, you sink into the middle of the buttery comforter which is a nice cool temperature beneath you soothing your warm skin.

Jisung attempts to climb onto the bed after you but is pulled away by a disapproving Minho “You know the rules Hannie.” He shakes his head making Jisung pout and wiggle in his hold trying to break free and get to you. Chan shakes his head a deep chuckle coming from him before he moves away from the bed and over to Jisung giving a kiss to his pink, pouty lips and moving away back to the bed.

He climbs onto the bed his arms caging you underneath him, you bring your hands up and wrap them around his black button-up shirt, tugging him down and raising yourself up to meet in a kiss, your eyes closing as you allow your tongue to swirl with his in a wet french kiss.

Chan’s deep stormy blue eyes watching your lashes flutter against your rosy cheeks as you kiss him, the lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls making the other seven a bit jealous they aren’t the ones kissing you.

Using one arm to hold himself he moves the other up to cup your cheek his own eyes closing allowing himself to enjoy the intoxicating feeling that is you.

After kissing for a few more seconds you finally pull away from him, releasing your tight hold on his shirt laying back down on the plush bed, “Ah, right my blood.” You say scooting back from him just enough to allow you to pull your shirt off of your body, leaving you only in your undergarments and pajama pants “That’s what you want right?” you continue throwing your shirt leaving it to land somewhere behind you “Go ahead.” you offer tilting your head and exposing your neck to him.

“Take as much as you’d like.”

Chan feels as if he was put under a trance his eyes glazing over as it feels as though his body is moving on its own, he leans down pressing his chest to yours using one of his hands to wrap around the back of your neck, he narrows his eyes at the bruises covering your neck like a collar along with the hickeys dotting your collarbones and chest, he lowers his head even more his tongue lolling out of his mouth tickling you as he leaves wet swipes all around your bruised neck He leaves open-mouthed kisses around your hickies erasing them as if they’d never happened.

You feel fuzzy, like everything is cotton candy fluffy, as he mouths around your neck, you’re so distracted by his wet lapping you don’t even notice when he bites down forcing a moan from your parted lips, you move your arms brushing them against his back feeling his tones muscles from under his dress shirt before raking your hands through his dark curly hair.

The others can scent your blood through the air, they feel as if they could see it if they strain their eyes enough, they’re jealous seeing Chan take gulps from your neck knowing they’ll have to wait their turn so they don’t drink you dry, they can’t help but imagine themselves in his place you arching your back into them letting out the cutest little “Ah, ah, ah’s~” dragging your nails over their scalps, oh how they wish it was them.

Jisung is still struggling in Minho’s hold rubbing his ass onto his hyung letting out small whines, “Stay still.” Minho breathes out into Han's ear, tightening his hold on the squirming boy. He lowers his hold on him moving his hand down to palm over the younger bulge successfully making him stop his squirming.

Chan pulls away from you when you give a light shove to his shoulder forcing him away from you, as he sits back you plop yourself down onto his lap, blood dripping down from the small wound on your neck a few drops escaping and dripping onto his face, he licks his plump bloody-red lips, “What’s wrong?” He asks his eyes trailing down to where your drops of blood roll down your chest.

You encircle your arms around his broad shoulders pulling yourself closer to him,

“More…”

You press your chest to his, he moves his hands down to rest on your hips pressing you down onto his bulge, “Please..” You whisper into his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine, the desperation in your voice making him hiss in desire, you can feel him twitching beneath you making you more desperate for him, you remove your arms from around him and settle one onto his chest the other to one of his hands resting on you, “I don’t want you just there,” You say as you grasp onto his hand and drag it up you back and onto the hook of your bra, “I want …more~” You gasp out.

He huffs a chuckle from his throat, his thumb moving to his cheek wiping away your crimson blood and slipping it onto his pink tongue, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “Oh [Y/n], you have no idea…” He hums, his cold touch cupping your cheeks thumbs stroking up and down, shivering you lean into his touch small huffs leaving your parted lips.

“How much I’m holding back.”

Nuzzling into his touch a small plea of “Sir~” can’t help but leave your lips, his hold on you going stiff, “Oh [Y/n], sweet, sweet girl.” He coos, “Tell me… what is it you want me to do, hm?” his face contorting into an arrogant grin, you can feel yourself vibrating in need as his hands reach up tugging at your pouty lower lip, your tongue lolling out shiny and wet as he slides his fingers into your mouth.

You take his finger deeper into your warm mouth, your tongue swirling over his digits, eyes closed and moaning as he forces them in deeper causing you to gag, he pulls them away making you pout at him, “I asked you a question [Y/n]” He says his voice teasing as a genuine smile curls onto his lips.

You drag your hand from his chest down to his toned stomach, “ I want you to…”

“Touch me,”

“Hold me,”

“And fuck me.”

“I want you to do whatever you can to make me feel whole again.” You purr, rubbing your face into his hold, you’re a little sticky from your sweat and you're sure your face is flushed but you couldn’t care less how you look right now as long as he makes you feel as though Sungwoo’s death wasn’t just a dream that it wasn’t just a fantasy you want him to make you feel just how real it was.

Chan smirks at your words leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, this kiss is unlike the previous one you shared, that one was lewd, slow, and wet this one is all teeth clacking together and biting each other's lips, your tongues battling the other, he wraps his hands behind you and unhooks your bra letting the straps slide down your arms, briefly you pull away from each other your lips pulling apart with a wet ‘pop’, your bra falling off your body before he throws it somewhere in the room to be forgotten.

The others are so pent up and struggling to hold themselves back from the scent of your blood still floating around the room calling them to you, not to mention the sight of you sprawled out on the bed chest heaving as you take in deep breaths after the kiss you shared with their leader, They watch their want barely being contained, few of them are able to hold themselves back from palming themselves at the sight, hell, Jisung is putty in Minho’s hands, you glance over at the two only long enough to see Han’s unbelievably pretty dick being stroked by Minho’s veiny hands.

You can feel a dribble of slick wet your panties at the sight of them, only able to catch a quick glimpse before Chan is moving your gaze back to him, “Focus on me.” He whispers into your ear, nuzzling into your neck, licking up the small amount of blood that ran down your neck from earlier.

He follows the trail of blood as it rolls down lower on your chest, moving over to your breasts and letting his tongue swirl around your left nipple, feeling it harden under his tongue he continues, you move your hands up scratching at his scalp and pulling him closer to you allowing him to suck and swirl around your bud pulling small moans from you, you twitch and squirm in his hold, he growls against you send shocking vibrations down to your core.

“Slow- slow down~” you moan out, your grip on him loosening before the sensation of his sucking and slurping becomes too much for you causing you to tug him away by his hair, your breath hitches and eyes widen at the realization of what you did, you quickly pull your hands off of him and closer to you as a memory of Sungwoo floods your mind.

“Did you just fucking touch me?” Sungwoo scowls his face contorting into one of disgust your hands still buried in his brown hair “Get your disgusting hands out of my hair.” His voice deep and cold as the haunting words leave his lips.

His memory shuts off your brain and tricks you into believing he’s the one above you, you shrivel away from Chan, curling up into a defensive position as you hyperventilate eyes shut tight to block everything.

“I-I’m sorry…” You whimper still in the same position the words pulling out of your chest as a last-ditch effort to try and make what you did right, all the men in the room are confused as they watch you, the tension instantly disappearing as you dig yourself into your trauma.

Chan’s eyes are scrunched in hurt, moving his hands closer to you in an attempt to grab hold of your hands and try to offer some comfort but when you see his hands coming closer to you, you move away from him instantly.

“Oh [Y/n]..” His voice is pained and the others watch still standing in their position to make sure you aren’t frightened by their presence, “Why? What's wrong did I hurt you?” He asks his voice soft and his movements slow making sure you can see where his hands are going.

‘...He’s going to hit me…!’ you can’t help but think even with all his precautions, his hand gently grabs ahold of yours and you watch with wide eyes as he raises it to his lips placing a small gentle peck to your open palms his eyes closing as he leans into you. “Did I do something wrong?” His eyebrows pinch together “I’m just- I’m just touching you…” He breathes out as his tongue darts out and leaves teasing licks to your fingertips, “Holding you,” He moves further down to your wrist leaving another tantalizing lick there “and licking you the way you wanted.” He moves away from your wrist and closer to your face cupping one of your cheeks and going over to your ear licking at the shell of it.

“Or would you prefer I did something else?” He says his gaze soft as he once again lowers down to your chest this time taking your right bud into his mouth causing you to moan in pleasure, you cover your mouth with your hand, your face feeling hot at all the attention you’re receiving.

Chan drags his hand up from your waist and up to where your hand is dragging it away from your parted lips, “I want to hear you,” He glances over at the others who are watching the two of you, “and I’m sure they do too.” He smirks at them before going back to licking at you.

“Hng~ Not just up there,” You lightly push at him making him separate from you with a lewd ‘pop’ before you cup his cheeks and leave a wet kiss on his shiny lips, “I- I want you to touch down there too..” You whisper turning your face away from him in embarrassment, lifting your hips and grinding up into him “...Please…” you add turning back to make eye contact with him.

“Fuck.” He breathes out closing his eyes while he grinds down onto you rolling his hips down into yours, you can feel him, your eyes widening at his size, ‘Can I even take that?’ You mentally question yourself, “A-are you sure?” he questions you diving down and licking at your neck, you cup his sharp jaw lifting his head and leaving a tantalizing lick on the shell of his ear “Hurry~” you whisper to him sending shivers down his body, you can feel him twitching in his slacks making you roll your hips into his once more.

“Ahh, [Y/n],” He chuckles pulling away from you and lifting your legs up before slowly pulling at your pajama bottoms, while he does so you turn your head and look at the seven pairs of eyes that are trained on you, your gaze flitting over to Minho and Jisung, Minho and you make eye contact one eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk adorn his face before you lower your gaze down to see Han’s pants pulled down to his thighs, his wet, pretty cock standing tall as Minho pumps it, moving your gaze back up to their faces you see Han’s eyes glazed over a trail of drool falling down his lips to his chin.

“Eyes on me,” Chan commands grabbing ahold of your chin and taking your focus back to him, he trails small kisses down from your ankle to your inner thighs the eye contact making you shy, he gives one last lick to your thigh before moving over to your panties, you’re positive he’s seen the small wet patch on the gust of them when he chuckles, you evert your eyes from him when he does so choosing to look at the pretty artwork on the wall, he places a short kiss to the wet spot before moving up and placing a second kiss at the small bow on the front.

The slow drag of him pulling them down makes your legs shake in anticipation, once fully off Chan smirks before throwing them towards the others letting them fight amongst themselves for who gets them “Oh [Y/n], you’re so wet already,” he coos, “Is this all for us, hm?” he teases his fingers brushing against your aching clit.

“As much as I’d love to be in you already I think we’re gonna need to open you up.” He says his middle finger running up and down your slit. His fingers slide up and down spreading your slick around, the delicious stretch of his thick fingers spreading your hole open, your back arching as you moan out.

You squirm at the drag of his fingers brushing against that little spot as he wiggles them up deeper into you.

“Ngh… Sir~” A whimper spills from your throat, tears gathering in your eyes, nobody has ever been this gentle with you, his cold hands adding more stimulation sending shivers through your body.

You feel embarrassed, you can feel their calculating eyes on you, feel as though they are dissecting your every move, the small noises you make, the twitches of your body, the wet squelching every time Chan thrusts his finger in a little too fast.

You’re embarrassed but you can’t help but want more, you need more, it feels so good as he grinds them into you taking his time, his other hand toying with your sensitive clit.

“Good girl, think you can take another?” Chan asks his fingers pulling out of you making you whine and wiggle your hips at him.

You cry out as 3 of his fingers penetrate you, stretching you out, “I know sweet girl, but you’re doing so good for us.” He soothes, his other hand stroking circles onto your thigh, tears prick at your eyes turning your vision blurry as they escape and roll down your rosy cheeks.

The bed divots behind you a tell-tale sign of someone crawling up to you, you crane your neck back and see a tuft of blond hair as Felix pulls up behind you.

His large hands cup your cheeks your tears wetting his fingertips as he wipes them away, leaning down he places a delicate kiss to your warm forehead, brushing away some of your hair and tucking it behind your ears.

“Is Channie Hyung making you feel good honey?” He coos a sweet smile on his face, you can see his sharp little fangs peeking out while he smiles, you nod your head letting out little squeaks at the drag of Chan’s fingers inside you.

The others can smell your blood sweetening pulling them in like a moth to a flame, the scent getting sweeter the more excited you get, they all take steps closer to the bed, the mattress bouncing you up as Jisung climbs over to you,

“Remember Ji, Channie gets to go first.” Minho chides worrying Jisung will scoop you up and dart away with you, Seeing as Jisung was practically drunk off the scent of your blood alone they all worry he won’t be as delicate with you as you need to be treated right now.

Regardless Han plops himself next to Felix at your head pushing the blond out of the way and cradling your head on his lap, “Doin’ so good pretty.” He babbles stroking your tangled hair, “Ji~” Felix whines at having his spot taken away tugging at the man to attempt to get his spot back.

His fairy-like features scrunching into a cute pout you can barely resist from reaching a hand up to cup his freckled cheeks, but you’re quickly pulled away from that thought when you feel Chan’s thick fingers leaving you.

You whine at the loss but at the sound of Chan’s belt buckle coming undone you decide to focus on that, you rake your eyes up his body, while you were entranced with Jisung and Felix you hadn’t realized he had removed his shirt.

His toned muscles shining in a thin sheen of sweat, not to mention his veiny hands undoing his belt, you’re hoping no one will notice you drooling at the sight, but even prettier than that is when he drags his dress pants down revealing his red, veiny cock his tip glistening with pre-cum.

Your eyes flit up to his face your eyes meeting, his blue eyes drawing you in deeper.

“Before we continue are you sure you want this?” His stormy eyes once dark now appeared to hold so much light, the feel of your warm hand cupping his jaw dragging him closer to you

“I want this.” you affirm your gaze never leaving his, your lips meet in a searing kiss, slow and melty, his lips feeling like chocolate melting into you, so delicate and not at all like Sungwoo’s.

While it may seem selfish of you, you can’t help but want them to erase all your hurt, want them to help you pick up your broken pieces.

The feel of his tip poking at your entrance pulls you out of your selfish desires, “If it hurts tell me, I’ll stop.” He whispers to you his hands caressing your warm cheeks, your hands bury themselves in his hair tugging him down to your neck.

His sharp thrust into you masking the pain of his teeth sinking into you once more, your cry of pain forcing him away from you.

Cool hands brush through your hair and wipe at your tears the two men above you taking the time to dote on you, they themselves know the pain of taking Chan for the first time, while the drag of him can feel amazing with time the pain of the first push still lives within’ their memories.

“We know sweetheart.” Felix coos at you with your red and puffy eyes, a painful reminder that you deserve to be treated with all the care in the world.

Chan allows you time to adjust truthfully something that is new to you, Sungwoo never cared if you were in pain, never cared how much he hurt you, the sick bastard even got off on it.

Chan leaves small kitten licks to the new fresh puncture holes in your neck slurping as it dribbles out more blood for him, his lips red with your blood small flecks of it drying around his plump lips, the metallic smell of it along with the blood loss making you feel light-headed.

Small pecks dot your cheeks and forehead Jisung and Felix reassuring you that you’re being so good for them.

All of it was so overwhelming, their words going in one ear and out the other, you’d never been praised before, you weren’t sure if you could believe them, their sweet words melting your brain down to marshmallow fluff, your body pliant as Chan gives small thrusts into you as you adjust the drag of his cock inside your gummy walls doing nothing to help you feel as though you were resting on a soft fluffy cloud.

Your warm walls feel like heavens gates Chan couldn’t help but let his hips stutter even the sensation of cockwarming in you made him feel as though he’d bust at any second, your lidded eyes staring at him as though he were a puzzle.

He’s sure you’re trying to evaluate them to see if you can truly believe they don’t want to hurt you, after all, who knows how long you were hurt by that scumbag of a man, he’s only just met you and he’s sure he’d give you the world if you’d ask, he wants to be soft with you, offer you the things nobody has before.

And seeing his youngers being so soft with you makes him more sure of his desire for you.

At a particularly short rough thrust, you can’t help but cry out the large stretch still being a little too much for you and he wasn’t even all the way in yet, only about halfway in.

His hips instantly recoil away from you in fear he’s hurt you but before he can pull out your legs wrap around his waist locking him to you, your eyes instantly clearing of the sweet foggy look “No- no you said-” You hiccup an adorable pout on your face, “-You said you’d give it to me.” You cry your hands leaving their hold on Felix and Jisung instead reaching out to Chan with cute grabby hands.

All their gazes on you soften, the others still scattered around the room coming closer to help console you, “I know,” He coaxes, “I want to keep going too but I- I don't want to hurt you…” He says his hands reaching out to hold you.

“It's okay I-!” You cry out your hold on him tightening, “I can take it.” You say your voice dying down in embarrassment your cheeks puffing out but your eyes stay determined.

Felix runs his hands through your hair, Jisung stroking his hands up and down your arms, coaxing you to lay back down for them, “Channie knows you want to take it, but we gotta be gentle with you.” Minho speaks up your focus turning over to his frame at the edge of the bed.

‘That's right they only need me for my blood…’ You can’t help but think they don’t actually want to do this for you after all the deal was that they got your blood not you.

As if sensing your doubts Chan's hold on you tightens bringing your attention back to him, “[Y/n] I’ll keep going but you have to promise you’ll stop me if it ever gets too much for you.” He states his voice dark and serious.

“I promise.” Is all you have to say before your breath is knocked out of you your eyes rolling back at how deep Chan is inside of you now that he’s pushed all the way in, your walls clamping down on him making him hiss unable to pull out to thrust again he delivers shallow thrust into you rocking himself deeper.

“You’re so tight I can barely move.” He groans out his head thrown back at the feeling of your hot gummy walls making him throb inside of you.

Your arms are wrapped securely around his body your nails clawing at his muscular back most likely leaving red scratches behind, his head moves back to your neck licking up the trail of blood that oozes from your small puncture wound, you rest your head of Jisungs thighs both his and Felix’s eyes glued to where you and Chan are connected.

The others watch in Jealousy as Chan delivers thrust after thrust into you, your legs still locking him close to you his mouth leaving wet bloody kisses to your neck.

Small breathless moans leave your parted lips your eyes closed as you live in the moment you can feel Felix and Han’s hands moving all around your body sometimes being brave enough to trail down to your perky nipples gently twirling them between their fingers.

All the sensations you feel force you closer to the edge a tingly feeling in the pit of your tummy, Chan trails his hand down to toy with your puffy clit, and that's the final blow you need before your walls clamp down on Chan as pleasure takes over your body as you moan out.

You feel all fuzzy after your climax whimpering as Chan chases his own release, your walls sucking him in deeper.

The sweet taste of your warm blood along with the feel of your slick walls on him pushing him over the edge as he pulls out spilling all over your tummy.

Your breathing is heavy your chest expanding as you catch your breath your arms still wrapped tightly around him connecting his chest to yours his own, his arms supporting his weight above you, you instantly release your grip on him scooting back wards forcing Han and Felix to move to.

“Ah, I’m sorry you probably didn’t want me to hold onto you after.” You apologize wrapping your arms around yourself fearing that he must hate you now, Sungwoo hated it whenever you tried to touch him after he came, always shoving you off of him or recoiling in disgust as you reached out to hold him.

Even with him still trying to catch his breath he looks up at you confused, his eyebrows pinching together and his lips curling down to a frown, Felix reaches out to grasp your shoulder but you flinch away from him moving up to the headboard of the bed away from all of them.

You can see all their concerned eyes on you, all of them holding themselves back from crawling up to you and scooping you up into a reassuring hold, “Oh [Y/n], It’s okay.” Chan speaks up pulling himself together so he can better comfort you, now is not the time for misunderstandings.

He slowly moves himself closer to you, your trembling figure curled up away from them holding yourself like you’d break apart any minute, he frowns at this making slow movements allowing you to see where he’s going he doesn’t want to scare you, he’d never hurt you like he did, none of them would.

He gets close enough to grab ahold of your waist pulling you up and onto his lap his hands stroking through your hair as glassy tears roll down your cheeks, he holds you like this until you start to feel too light-headed the world around you slowly turning black as you allow yourself this moment of peace.

Only when you’ve passed out in his arms does he finally look up at the others, Felix is holding onto Jisung his fingers running through his jet-black hair, his glossy brown eyes filling with tears for you, Felix too is tearing up his pretty cotton candy pink eyes showing so much sadness and worry.

The others standing next to the bed look just as concerned for you, Chan can’t help but feel so much adoration and love for these seven men in the room, hell he thinks he may be falling for you too, the sweet girl who has been through so much resting in his arms, your face finally looking at peace as you rest, your cheeks shiny with the tear streaks left on your pink cheeks.

“Hyung can we keep her?” Jeongin speaks up first with an adorable pout on his fox-like features, “Only if that's what everyone wants, including her.” Chan agrees his thumbs stroking your bare skin

They all watch for a moment longer, Minho being the first to walk away and down the hall, they all wear matching confused looks until they hear the water running in the bathroom, the bathtub being filled with hot water.

Minho watches as the tub fills up making sure the temperature isn't too hot for you, even dares to add a bit of the bubble bath he bought for the youngers into it watching as fluffy bubbles fill the tub along with the water.

His brows furrowed thinking of all the negative ways you reacted, thinking of how you shielded yourself whenever you pushed yourself away, watched as your pretty eyes filled with tears and not ones of pleasure.

He wonders how long you had to deal with your abuser, how long you were stuck hurting.

Back in the room, they all speak in whispers ensuring you're still asleep and going deathly quiet when you squirm in your sleep.

They watch the hand marks on your neck along with the hickeys and Chan's bite slowly fade from your skin, they're sure you're worn out, you deserve rest while they clean you up.

When the tub has filled up Minho walks back, and over to where you're resting against Chan, his arms slowly and carefully slipping under your back and knees lifting you up and walking your sleeping form to the bathroom.

You're dully aware of your body being placed into warm water, the feeling of it washing over your tangled hair along with the gentle but thorough feeling of somebody washing it, your eyes heavy with exhaustion unable to open.

You can hear the thudding of multiple people walking closer to you can feel as another set of hands begin to lightly scrub at your body with a washcloth, the smell of coconut filling your nose before you're blacking out again.

Changbin scrubs at your tummy gently taking care to be gentle with your body, dragging the cloth up your sternum and to the wound on your neck taking extra care to wipe away the trail of blood rolling down to your chest, watching as it dilutes into the water.

They move your pliant body every which way making sure every part of you is clean as if they were washing away your past hurts. When they lift you to scrub at your back they feel as though a bucket of freezing water has been dumped over them.

‘Sungwoo’

The marks are still scabbing over, the skin around it pink and irritated no doubt causing you an uncomfortable amount of pain, the inscribed words aren’t the only thing marking your back, no, whip scars litter your skin some older some fresher bruises accompanying them, making your skin looks like a child colored all over you with blue, red, purple, and yellow.

Chan felt as though he was going to be sick, watching as mark after mark made an appearance how none of them had noticed earlier is beyond him,

Minho’s hands washing your hair has gone tight, while he knew their saliva could help with fresh cuts there was nothing they could do about your scars, nothing they could do to help erase the pain he’s sure you’ve felt whenever you felt or saw them.

Now he wishes they would’ve made him suffer, made him endure all the pain you went through instead of slitting his throat, if he wasn’t dead already Minho would have tortured him he’s sure the others feel the same way.

Changbin lets his fingers skim over them feels the jagged skin as he makes his way down, making sure he’s extra gentle as he thumbs over the cursed name marking you.

Han and Felix fuming as they watch Changbin’s fingers run down your spine, they can't understand why anyone would want to hurt you, sweet [Y/n] who is amazed by the simplest things.

Similarly, Jeongin and Seungmin think the same things how anyone could hurt you and leave lasting marks is beyond their comprehension, they haven't interacted much with you but you seem like such a sweet soul, you don't deserve this.

And lastly Hyunjin, he doesn't understand it either, he's painted many beautiful things and one day he'd like to include you on that list, so the fact someone practically branded you is unacceptable, of course he believes you're very pretty regardless of any imperfections such as these scars but his hands clench so tightly crimson circles appear on his palms his nails leaving small cuts, the small amount of pain grounding him.

They all share a collective look as if saying ‘Nothing like this will ever happen to her again.’

They’ll make sure of it, they’ll protect you from any harm, they’ll keep you safe, no harm will ever find you.

Ever again.

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