Sweatyracoon - Granite

I'll do anything to collect them all

I think istays need to go to war actually bc

i’m scared to see what they’re charging other istay—if they’re even able to get it and this is on top of the nearly $40 shipping

Misanthropic

Misanthropy - A deep dislike of human kind

A/n: Changbin needs more love :'(

Warnings: none. Fluff, pet names, pretending to dislike Changbin, anxious reader, for all genders

You were a loner. It wasn't a secret. You had a scowl on whenever you were near people. It kept them from addressing you, and that was your goal.

You hated people.

It was quite ironic, especially since you worked with more than you cared for. JYP studios drafted you as a staff member for a group of male idols, which meant you made bank.

It also meant you were with people twenty four seven. Money was more important to you than your comfort, it seems.

This didn't go unnoticed by your coworkers.

They often called you greedy and a bitch due to your attitude and behaviors. You never bothered responding to them, not wanting to dig yourself into a hole. You also were above such childish antics.

You barely spoke, and have only ever spoke to Bangchan and Jeongin, not daring to speak to the rest. The boys were who made you nervous.

It was a normal day for you, except it started off horrible. You spilt your coffee on your shirt before even walking into the building, a person bumping into you.

You hissed at them with words you shouldn't have used, scaring them off quickly.

Once you got to work, all anyone said when talking to you was commenting on your shirt and choice of drink.

Snarky comments reached your ears from different voices, and you were sure that anyone that looked at you saw the steam fuming from your ears.

Your teeth clenched together when someone bothered you, not wanting to snap like you did the guy that made you spill your coffee.

You needed this job.

Today was a SKZ episode filming, so you were helping set up the forty or so cameras everywhere you could, ignoring the chatter surrounding you.

It was a shame you couldn't listen to music.

You would obviously listen to Stray Kids, but only because you liked them. You didn't feel obligated.

The boys were messing around, making it difficult to concentrate on the wires pooled at your feet.

Changbin noticed you were more tense than normal.

He had taken an interest in your ever since you became employed with them.

He loved the way you held your ground, and how passionate you were at this job while everyone else was laid back.

He saw when you took leadership when you were frustrated. How you snapped your fingers when no one listened to you.

But today, it looked like you could rip someone's head off with one glare.

It frightened him.

He saw you gripping the camera stilts with the threat of pain as you forced them together with a pleading look in your eyes.

You were angry.

Changbin wanted to know why. He wanted to know who set you off. He wanted to pound them into the ground since they made you fragile.

He wanted to see your light smile.

"Hey y/n! Why aren't you done yet? We're about to start filming," another staff called at you, making you freeze.

You looked around at everyone else still setting up, and then back at the boys who were still messing around.

It was your breaking point. His condescending tone broke you.

"Seriously? Get off your phone you dick! I've been working all day while everyone else is busy making snide comments at me and my damn stained shirt. So what? Shit happens!" You yelled, storming off after you threw the metal bars in his direction, barely grazing his calf. He flinched.

You left the room only to collapse in the hallway just outside, grateful no one followed.

You knew you probably just blew it, but you couldn't help it. Your temper had never been the greatest.

You closed your eyes as your breathed deeply, drifting slightly.

Changbin came out not that long after, pausing when he saw your still frame sitting against the wall, your knees pushed up to your chest, your head tilted back.

"Y/n?" It's his first time talking to you, but he loved the way your name sounded on his lips. "You okay, jagi?"

"Don't call me that," you scoff at him, opening your eyes to look at him.

He was standing in front of you, a concerned look on his face. It almost made you feel sick.

"Sorry," He apologized while sitting with his back against the wall opposite of you.

"It's fine. You just don't know me enough to call me that. Manners," You ramble, not really comfortable talking with the idols much.

You didn't mind the guys. If it were just you and tem, you think your anger would be in control. But the pestering staff. Your a ticking time bomb.

"What happened?" He asked, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, wrinkling it with his actions.

"What do you mean?" You ask back, eyes unfocussed, a dot on the floor grasping your attention.

"Coffee? Hot chocolate? What do you drink that's so dark?" He points at his shirt where the stain is on yours.

"Sorry I can't enjoy Americanos like you and the boys," you grin, covering it with your legs.

"I'm not gonna judge you, y/n. I like the sugary taste with extra pumps of syrup...don't tell Hyunjin," He whisper yelled to you, making you giggle suddenly.

Changbin decided it was his new favorite sound.

"So you cheat, basically?" You smirk, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah," He laughed, both of you sitting silently for a few minutes before he snapped, making you jump.

"I have something for you, wait here!" He jumped up, leaving before you could question him.

When he came back, he looked slightly out of breath.

"I hate running," he scoffed, tossing something that landed in front of you. "Here,"

You grabbed it, watching as it unfolded in your palm.

It was a shirt. One of his, actually. It was one you recognized well. You had seen him wear it often, and it made your heart flutter.

"It's my favorite," he stated, you turned to look at him.

"I know. You wore it last week in the community vlog-" you gulp. "Thank you, Binnie," you whisper, tugging it over your own ruined shirt.

While it was over, underneath, away from his eyes, you stripped your soiled shirt, pulling the entire cloth through your left armhole.

Fully changed, you stood with a light smile, making Changbin swoon over how cute the smile was paired with his large shirt over your small body.

"So you can call me Binnie, but I can't call you jagi? What world do we live in?" He grinned, taking your shirt from your hands.

You decided to let your attitude show for the better with some humor.

"One where the women rule," you grin back playing with the hem of the borrowed shirt.

His face brightened, relieved that your able to lighten up around him.

"One where you rule," He muttered, unsure if you heard him. His ears and neck were flushed as he stares at you.

"You know, most people suck. You aren't so bad, Bin," you giggle, pulling him into an unexpected hug. "Thank you."

He stood in shock before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing.

"Your welcome, jagi," he responded.

"I think I could get used that, I guess." You laugh when you pulled back.

"Yes, my queen/king," Changbin mocked your previous claim, but believe that you could be the one to rule his heart.

gentle reminder to all the silent readers out there

Put on a Show

Summary: Stripper!Seungmin trope.

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, oral(f), pet names(pup/puppy), softdom!Seungmin, inexperienced reader!, strippers, grinding, mxm(if your squint), sexiness

Your friends birthday was today, and instead of being a normal birthday girl, she insisted on taking you and all of her friends on a surprise trip. And the shocker was, only she knew the location.

You weren’t a very open person. You were an extreme introvert, so going out with seven other girls wasn’t your cup of tea. However, you couldn’t say no to Janice. She had always been there for you, and you wanted to do the same. She told you to wear something sexy, and the only thing you had was an oversized sweater that reached past your thighs.

When Janice came to pick you up, she saw your outfit.

“Girl… what are you wearing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing what was behind those words.

“I’m a nerdy book girl. What makes you think I own anything sexy?”

“Take off your jeans. The sweater and a thong will do,”

Now, here you were, at a strip club, wearing an oversized sweater with panties. You walked at the end of the group, out of your element. Following them to a table, you sat, feeling awkward while they all talked adamantly about Bree’s ex. Wait. Which one is Bree?

You hadn’t been following the conversation, and Janice saw how nervous you were. She sat next to you, grabbing your hand.

“Don’t worry, I don’t like Bree, either,” she joked, making you scoff playfully at her. She always knew how to make you feel better, even if it was for a short while.

“The shows starting!” You heard one of the girls whisper as the lights dimmed slightly, the spotlight directed towards the two stages in front of you.

Janice chose a table directly in between the two stages, giving them a clear view of both worlds.

“Don’t be shy, y/n. They are paid to show off their bodies. It’s consensual,” she explained like you didn’t already know.

You still felt yourself shift uneasily. This wasn’t your type of scene, so you naturally wanted to turn away, even if there was no one on the stage yet.

The into to a slow song started, the color of the lights shifting to the darker side as multiple men appeared from behind the curtains. Most of them were barely wearing anything, half naked from the start. Your face immediately cringed, your eyes darting from each man to the ceiling and back, trying to look at each one. They were all different, but all the same at the same time. None of them looked to be around your age, which made you feel queasy.

Despite your internal objections, the girls at your table were all basically barking and foaming at the mouth, throwing bills at them when they got close. Your eye caught something in your peripheral, making you turn. And when you saw him, your heart dropped.

A man…no, a boy, walked down the aisle to the main stage, fully clothed. Perhaps bit too much for some of the woman’s taste, but for you, he was pure eye candy.

He was wearing black skinny jeans with tears at the knees, and a black tank top with a mess sleeve layered on top, tucked in and all held together with a thin leather belt. His neck was laced with jewelry, and his hair was unkempt, shaggy and pointing in every direction. His face pale but soft, his lips plush and his eyes hard, but beautiful.

He was so tall, but his walk was graceful. He looked reserved and dissatisfied as he looked around his current audience. It was almost like he was tired of being there, but it was all a facade. It was apart of the themed charm of the day.

Your attention was solely focused on this boy, and Janice noticed it too. You watched as he finally stopped, almost directly in front of you, and starts dancing to the song that sped up. His body rolled smoothly, making your mind wander to places it had never been before, making you squirm, now for another reason.

His hands caressed his body, groping himself in all the right places, earning a satisfying reaction from his audience. His hips thrusted at the perfect time with the song, his knees twisting slightly, making your breath hitch. The most enjoyable thing for you, though, would had to have been his facial expressions.

His straight mouth at the beginning was now open, his jaw opened as he was breathing hard. From what, you didn’t know. All you knew though, was that it was so hot. His hard eyes were now softened slightly as he looks around the room, but also focused on his movements. His messy hair now recked.

You noticed someone slightly younger than him come towards him, someone you didn’t notice before. They seemed to be the youngest employees here, you thought.

The boy had slanted eyes, and from where you were sitting, it almost looked like they were closed. You had to admit that he was also very attractive.

When the younger boy reached the stripper you had been watching, they met each other’s eyes before nodding, the younger boy stepping in front of the older, the song suddenly changing. The older grabbed the younger waist, grinding into his ass while they both made a blissed out expression. His head lolled back as the younger boy grinned, grinding harder into him before the older reached lower than his waist, groping his-

Woah.

You didn’t realize your jaw was open until you felt a Hand underneath your chin. Janice was smirking at you when you caught her gaze. You didn’t want to look away from the boys, but you did. Your body couldn’t handle anymore.

“Still regret coming with me?” She teased, making your red face hotter. “I know it’s my birthday and all, but I think my gift will be buying you a one on one room with him. What do you think?” She whispered to you, seeing your eyes widen comically.

“What? No! I’m not doing that. I’m the shy nerd book girl, remember? Besides, I’m not going to take your gift money for something like that,”

Next thing you knew, you were sitting in a private room waiting for the selected stripper. Your friend was choosing between the two boys you were so intently watching. You were hoping she would pick the mesh topped boy, but you also thought the fox-looking boy was attractive. Still, you were scared because you had no experience in literally anything. Not even kissing.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the sound of the door knob twisting. You held your breath as you waiting to see the identity of the person coming from behind it, not releasing it when you saw your choice.

“Hey there, cutie,” he said, and you nearly melted from his angelic voice. It was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of the night, and that might just be what happens if you don’t make a fool of yourself.

“Hi,” your voice came out strained and nervous, making you mentally scold yourself.

“You okay?” He asks with a smirk, walking to where you’re sitting. “You look nervous.”

You grin stupidly at the comment, confirming his accusation. “Sorry, I’m not really…supposed to be here,” you said, looking anywhere but him. But all you wanted was to look at him. But his eyes…they observed every bit of you, making you feel vulnerable.

“What do you mean, pup?” He bends down to your level, his height difference making you feel something pool in your stomach.

“I’m supposed to be reading a book in my bed. Actually, I’d be asleep by now, if it weren’t for-“ before you could finish, his hand rested on your thigh, making you flush.

“A birthday? Yeah, the birthday girl came up to me and told me a whole bunch of things…specifically about you, pup,” He smiled, rubbing circles into the plush of your legs.

Every time he used that pet name, you felt a wetness between your thighs, sticking your panties to your core. “Oh dear god! What things?” Now you were alert and jerked slightly, making him rub circles counterclockwise.

“Nothing important. Just that this was your first time in a place like this. She thought you weren’t into it, but then she saw you looking at me. I was so honored that a pretty girl like you was watching me instead of the others,” his head tilted, leaning in slightly as he continued. “So she asked if I would be willing to give you a private show.”

By now you were unable to speak, shocked and horny as hell.

“So, I’ll start this slow. Since it’s your first time,” he squeezed your thigh twice before standing up, his figure looming over you. You pushed your legs together, hoping to quell the heat that had formed in between them.

“What do you want, pup?” He whispered, staring into your wide eyes, his whole demeanor changing so suddenly it gave you whiplash. Away was the sweet puppy look, now a hungry boy willing to please you any way you wanted.

“I…what’s your name?” You stutter, looking down after realizing he was probably expecting you to say something sexy. You scoffed at yourself before feeling him pull your gaze to his by your chin.

“My stage name is Puppym…but my name is Seungmin,” he answered, not letting you go. “And you?”

“Y/n,” you breathed, unable to escape from him any longer.

“What a beautiful name. I’ll take this slow, y/n. Let me know if you want me to stop,” He said, moving his hands to his belt, but before taking them off, he asked, “Can I touch you?” He grinned after seeings you nod immediately.

He threw his belt in the corner after taking it off, letting his pants drift down slightly. No skin showed, but the promise of it was exciting enough for you. You watched as he pushed his hands through his hair before coming to where you were sitting, straddling your lap with his legs. His hips started grinding without actually even touching you. All you could was watch as he danced suggestively, all intention pointed at you.

You felt how hot you were inside as your mind started thinking about what was underneath his sexy clothing, but was quickly redirected when he grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

You gasped, making him smirk, his legs brushing against yours. He slowly drifted your hand downwards. You could feel the phantom of muscles underneath the double layer, making you shiver, trying your best to imagine muscles on his petite figure. Finally, your hand rested on his waist, where he left it, moving his hand from yours.

“You okay, pup?” He teased, seeing you practically drooling over his minimal movements. He liked seeing how worked up you were. Such an innocent girl, him being the one to show her his world.

You let out a little, “mhm,” making him laugh. He stopped, moving back a little.

“Wanna see more?” He asked, grabbing at the hem of his mesh sleeves. You nodded, your eyes starting to gloss over. “Speak up, puppy.”

“Y-yes please, Minnie,” You said, surprising him. No one had ever called him that, but he loved the way it sounded coming from your lips. He watched as your hands grabbed at the sweater on your legs. It helped him see further up it.

He nodded, pulling it off in one quick motion. You pr breath hitches when you see his arms, the muscle lining his forearms made your mouth water. His collar bones protruded from his taught skin, the jewelry shimmering in the dim lighting of the private room. His tight tank top outlined his torso perfectly, letting you see the shadow of his abs that reached all the way down below his jeans. You swallowed.

He came back towards your again, now crouching down to sit on his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on your calves respectively, brushing against them so softly. A ghosts touch.

He , painfully slow, brought them up to your knees before grasping them from behind, pulling them apart quickly making you gasp.

He loved how you were reacting to him. Even though he wanted to fuck you into this cushion, it was against the rules to go that far. He knew that he needed to get your number after this so he could see you again. He had never been so into a private show as much as he was with this one. Never been attracted to one of his ‘fans’. He wanted you so bad. But he couldn’t go that far. But he would please you as much as he could before you had to leave.

His face leaned in closer to your core, stopping only to tease you with pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. He even sucked a few marks into them before his fingers reached the end of the sweater, tugging at it in a silent question. lol you could do was nod, your breathing heavy and hot, cute whimpers leaving every once and a while.

He tapped your hip, making you lift them so he could push your sweater up. He squeezed your thighs twice, pushing them apart to view your pussy through your underwear. He moaned at the sight, your soggy cloth attached to you. He pressed a hard kiss to your covered folds, making your head fall back.

“Shh, puppy. Gotta keep quiet,” he said, placing another kiss against you. You squirmed, whimpering at his words.

He brought his fingers to feel the fabric, pushing them aside for a better view. He groaned, seeing the glistening slick that was spread against your folds. Licking a line up your pussy, your thighs instinctively came together, but he didn’t allow them to. He needed space if he wanted to please you properly, no matter how bad he wanted you to suffocate him with your cunt.

He sucked on your clit as he pushed a finger into you, making you moan. He tapped your leg with his other hand in warning, and you bit into your hand as he continued. He pumped into you a bit longer before adding another finger, slowly picking up his pace. Then, he curled them, hitting that spot within you that made you clench around him. Your sounds and his wet lapping was filling his senses, making his groan again. The vibrations to your clit are what made you snap, your orgasm rushing over you suddenly, your stomach clenching as you released, Seungmin there, ready to devour your essence.

After he pulled away, what you saw is something you would never forget. His beautiful face covered with your juices, a playful smile displayed, and blown irises in his cute eyes. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing circles into your thighs again.

“Yeah…” you answered, still trying to breathe properly again. You were hickory to find your bearings, lowering your sweater while Seungmin wiped his face clean. “Do you do that often?”

He looked back at you in surprise before answering.

“No. That was my first time eating someone out,” he said, making your heart stop. He continued. “We aren’t supposed to do that with customers. Just a dance and then leave, but…I don’t know. You’re adorable, and…Oh! Speaking of which, can I get your number?”

You just sat there for a moment, probably looking like an idiot, but your mind wasn’t working. You couldn’t even see the doubt that crept onto Seungmin features. Before you could take to long, however, you pulled out your phone suddenly, handing it to Seungmin.

“Give me yours, and I’ll message you? I know you’re working right now and everything, but once you get off, you’ll see my text,” You said with a smile, excited.

He did what you asked, dressing himself again before standing in front of your small frame. “I’m glad you came tonight,” He grinned, giving you a quick peck on the lips, grinning at your dumbfounded expression. “You’re so cute, y/n,” was the last thing he said before leaving.

When you returned to your friend, she asked you how it went.

“I’m so glad I came tonight,”

Poor Seungmin pt1

(a/n): picture not mine! ALSO- Seungmin is a hybrid, but he doesn't share the same features as regular hybrids. He knows, but his members don't. Because he doesn't have ears or a tail, he thought he wouldn't have a heat either. Boy, was he wrong.

Warnings: suggestive, hybrid!Seungmin, smut, Seungmin is shared, dry humping, cringe, lemme know if I missed anything

Pt 2

After a hard day of practice, Seungmin and the others all went to have dinner at McDonald's, one of his favorite places to eat. Everyone was sweaty and tired, but excited to spend more time together.

Lee know ordered first, offering to pay for everyone, but Seungmin wasn't having it. Instead of giving Lee know his order, he ignored him until he paid for everyone else.

"I can pay for myself, hyung. Thank you," Seungmin smiled lightly, placing his order.

Once all of the food came out, try all sat together, conversing lightly.

"So how should we turn, then, Chan?" Han asked his older member, wanting feedback.

The new choreo was proving to be very different from those before, stunting a few of them.

Hyunjin, sitting next to Seungmin, let his head fall to his youngers shoulder, munching on a fry.

"That girl was cute, Seung. Don't you think so?"

Hyunjin had been trying to find out what Seungmin liked and didn't like, but he was finding it hard because of his stoic demeanor.

"Hyunjin. Do you like her or something?" Seungmin decided to play dumb, knowing what Hyunjin was getting at.

"No. But she looked like she liked you," He responded, yawning.

Seungmin, unlike the rest of the group, hasn't shared his preferences when it came to dating. He knew his hybrid side wouldn't allow a normal relationship, which is also another secret he has kept these four years.

"The color of her ears was pretty though. You think shes a cat hybrid?" Jeonjin asked from his place next to Felix.

"Possibly? They looked more like a mouse, though...Right?" Han asked, his cheeks filled with food.

The boys continued to guess, unsure. But Seungmin knew. Its something every hybrid shares.

"Shes a fox hybrid," Seungmin sighed, tired of the false answers.

The boys turned to him, all quiet.

"So you WERE paying attention," Hyunjin teased.

Seungmin guessed the real reason she stared at him for that brief moment was because she also sensed it. Hybrids without physical features were extremely rare.

"Sure," He responded, eating another nugget.

When they reached their dorms, they all lounged for a while longer in the common room.

"I'm tired. I'm going to go lay down, alright guys?" Seungmin said, rising to stretch, showcasing his torso.

"Gonna go dream about that fox?" Changbin snickered, making the others giggle.

"Shes a girl with fox attributes, okay? Don't be rude," Seungmin scoffed, turning to leave.

Before he made it out of earshot, he heard Lee know say, "Why is he so sensitive about hybrids?"

"Who knows?"

Seungmin sighed as he washed before bed. The guys new why he was so respectful to hybrids. Most of his family themselves were hybrids, including his sister, which they all knew well.

All of his family were dog hybrids. What type? He had no clue. His mother and sister had floppy ears, and short, long haired tails. His dad, however, wasn't a hybrid. That's why, for the longest time, he thought he was the same way.

But he wasn't. A blood test came back, telling him he was one of the most rare type of hybrids. He was happy, but confused.

That's why, when he started feeling hot for no reason, he just thought he was getting sick.

Making his way to his and Bangchans shared room, he collapsed onto his small twin sized bed, suddenly feeling weak. Groaning, he took out his phone and checked the time.

One thirty two a.m. Seungmin was used to being up, and he wasn't really tired now that his body was all achy.

But then the heat pushed further, making him pant. How hot was it? He checked the thermostat next to the door, and it was 73 degrees. Pushing the button to make it lower, sweat was forming just above his brow.

He didn't want to take off his shirt, not wanting to expose himself when Chan comes in.

He changed his sweats, putting shorts on instead. Still didn't change the way he was feeling.

Lying back down on his bed, his head started to think of nasty thoughts.

That fox girl came into mind, making him whimper at the thought. But it wasn't her that was making him sound off, it was the look in Hyunjins eyes when he talked about her to Seungmin.

The teasing look that had a hint of lust in them. Was it lust? Seungmin thought it was just his horny brain.

It continued to drift.

He thought of the dance practice a few days ago, when he tripped and landed on Lee know who was right behind him. The older member was quick to help him get up, and make sure he was okay. At the time, it didn't bother him, but now he realized that Lee know was pressed flush against him, his large, firm thighs pressed behind him. Lee knows hands rubbed his shoulders, his face so close to Seungmins neck he could feel his breath lingering.

"Are you hurt?" Lee know asked, squeezing his shoulders.

"No, hyung. I'm okay," Seungmin smiled.

Now all Seungmin could imagine was Lee Knows thighs caging him, his hands all over his body.

And Han! When Han bit him playfully after Seungmin called him a rat instead a quokka. Han bit hard enough to leave his teeth marks, right on his forearm. What if he bit his neck instead?

Seungmin was a full on mess, a tent now forming in his shorts as he was laying on his bed above the blankets.

His breathing was ragged, and his body felt as if it were on fire, making him groan. He couldn't sit still, rocking back and forth as his mind became filthier.

He rocked a little too much, eventually falling off the side of the bed. It wasn't a steep drop, but enough to make noise. That was about the time Bangchan came in, expecting to fall asleep, only to find a disheveled Seungmin that had fell from his bed.

"Seungmin!" Bangchan rushed over, seeing his friend face down on the floor, shivering.

All he could do was moan, hips moving gently against the ground, finding some friction.

"Seungmin, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Bangchan grabbed at his shoulders, trying to flip him over. Seungmin felt the fire focus where Chan grabbed him, moaning even louder.

Once flipped, Chan saw his younger members state. No longer a tent, but a full on boner in his shorts, straining against the material. Eyes glossy, tears threatening to pour from them, and mouth open, panting moans out, his braces on full display, covered in drool.

"C-Channie-" was all Seungmin could get out before grabbing his hand, and whimpered, closing his eyes.

Seungmin was so embarrassed, but couldn't stop himself.

"He-heat..." He breathed, making Chan freeze.

Chan had always found it odd that Seungmin resembled a puppy more than his family, but his sister once hinted to him that he isn't completely human. After Seungmin said that word, all of it was confirmed.

"Your...heat? Do you need me to call someone? Or..." Chan didn't know how to deal with a heat. Or anything to do with hybrids.

He didn't want to do anything he wasn't supposed to.

"Ah- please- help Channie hyung-" Seungmins back was arching off the floor now, whimpering.

Chan thought for a moment, then stood, fighting the death grip that Seungmin had on his hand. Ignoring the pleading from him, Chan walked to the entrance of their room, closing the door. He wasn't going to leave Seungmin like this.

Walking back to the moaning boy, he used his arms to lift him bridal style, making the boy yelp. Slowly but firmly, Chan placed him safely back in his twin bed, taking a seat next to him.

"Help.." Seungmins tongue poked out, licking his dry lips.

"How do I help you, Min?" Chan wanted to help, but how? He gave Seungmin his arm, letting him guide it to use.

Seungmin grasped it quickly, moving his hips to meet his wrist, grinding against it. It surprised Chan, being used in such a way by someone he saw as a younger brother, but it didn't upset him. It excited him.

Seungmin gasped, letting tears slip as he finally had some relief to the growing pain forming in his cock.

Chan watched, mesmerized by the sight. He never would have guessed Seungmin could be this way.

Whimpering turning into moans, Seungmin grinded harder, egging Chan on.

"Seungmin, I have an idea. Can I touch you?" He asked, wanting to help.

"Please! Just make it go away-" he said, turning his face into the pillow.

Chan nodded, pulling his arm from Seungmin, earning a sob in response. But Chan quickly moved his hand, grabbing his bulge roughly, earning a loud moan. Rubbing, and grabbing, trying his best to turn the pain into pleasure.

Seungmins panting proved that he was doing good. He rubbed faster, seeing the tears in Mins eyes.

Getting bolder, he slipped his hand under the waistband, coming skin to skin with his cock, and Seungmins back arched for the second time, moaning, perhaps, too loud.

"Shh.. It's okay, Minnie-" Chan coaxed, trying to quiet him.

Chan felt him twitch at the nickname, making him grin. He picked up the pace, noticing Seungmins sounds became louder, his breathing more erratic. His hips rutting up, trying to reach his release.

"Ch-Channie!! I'm cumming!" Was all Seungmin could say before opening his jaws in a silent scream, painting Chan's hand white.

Chan removed his hand after helping the younger come down from his high, licking it clean, making seungmin blush.

"Are you feeling alright, Seungmin?" Chan asked, pulling the blankets over him.

"I'm so sorry, Chan. I thought I couldn't have a heat since-" Seungmin blinked at him, embarrassed deeply.

"Don't worry about that, Min. Its natural. I just hope I did it right. I don't know anything about hybrids," Chan smiled softly at him, hoping to comfort him. "You know I have to tell the guys right?"

"Wait, why?" Seungmin sat up, causing Chan to push him back down.

"Relax, Min. If this happens again... The heat, and I'm not there, but someone else is, they are going to have to help you. Its to keep you safe," Chan said, trying to sound reasonable.

Seungmin was already panting again, but out of panic. Fear of being rejected by his members. Four years, and this has never been an issue, so why now?

"But, what if it freaks them out Chan? Wat if they don't want to be near me? I-" Chan quieted him with a hand on his jaw.

"We're your friends, Seung. They'll be okay, I promise. And so will you."

"Promise?" Seungmin flashed his puppy eyes to Chan, making him swoon.

"I promise, puppy."

Changbin, My Protector

Changbin Masterlist°°MDNI Divider by @cafekitsune

Fluff <🩷> Angst <❤️‍🩹> Smut <🤎> Drabble <📌>

SKZ when your period leaks through 📌 🩷

Perv Head-cannons! 🤎 📌

SKZ and your anxious tics 📌 🩷

SKZ and their favorite part of you 📌 🤎

SKZ with a Goth Partner 📌🩷

3RACHA with Piercings 🤎🩷📌

Picture of

Silly!Boyfriend Changbin 📌

Changbins Smile 📌

Misanthropic 🩷📌 - Your not really a person to like other people. But one seems to crash through your defense.

Curious little thing, aren't you?

Skz: 3RACHA

Vocalracha - Danceracha

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Bang Chan: Pain Transfer

Chan would have a natural instinct to others emotions, especially his members. So when he finds that he can relieve them of their inner turmoil and doubts, even if it's temporary, he makes it his main mission.

All he needs is the slightest touch to see if someone was in pain, whether it be mental or physical. To take it from them though? He needs to be holding on longer.

On a daily basis without the members realizing, he checks in with them, brushing his fingers against his own or just plain out hugging them from behind.

He needs to know that they are at peace to be their best selves and idols.

He's constantly helping Han, due to his anxiety. And although it's released to him, he knows how to keep it under wraps.

Changbin: Light Absorption

We all know that Changbin gets embarrassed easily and turns red on a daily basis, right?

But what if he didn't turn red?

What if his skin cells absorbed the surrounding light, inflating like fire flies, making his skin glow so bright it would be difficult to look directly at him?

When he'd get embarrassed, he'd look away with his down turned smile and shine brighter than the sun.

It would happen more often than not, and because his cells would have the affinity to absorb light anyway, he would always shine slightly.

He would look even more breath taking on camera, his skin appearing whiter than it should be.

Han: Fruit eyes and Glowing Tattoos

Han is a natural enigma. He could be all over the place, and then nowhere at once. It was a skill.

When he got his tattoos, they were normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But one day, he woke up, and his vision stung, eyes watering with a citrussy scent lingering in the air.

He rushed to the sink, the blurred reflection stared back, except something was different.

Parts of his body were glowing orange.

More specifically, where his tattoos were.

He used water to flush his eyes, only to be met with orange yet again. Except... Oranges?

Why were there fruit in his eyes?

He touched them as he would for contacts, and the surface still felt like an eye should, but he wasn't wearing contacts.

What was going on?

He went to Chan, and he could feel the youngers distress. He reassured him that it was okay, that none of the members would be bothered or judge him.

From them on, he was orange quokka.

Pictures you'd take of bestie! Lee Know🐱

Jeongins Smile ✨

After Party

Summary: After his performance of Red Lights, he caught you, one of his staff, in his dress room. You were simply changing the question, like always, but he felt a rush of confidence he didn’t knew he had, and confessed.

Warnings: Smut! MDNI! Soft!Dom!Reader, pet names(puppy, baby), sex drunk!Seungmin, Sub!Seungmin, oral(m), teasing

Ever since he met you three years ago after his debut, you both became good friends. You were both the same age, and enjoyed the same things. Even your habits were similar.

The staff called you, The Puppies, and have thought of you both as long lost siblings. You thought it was funny, but Seungmin always flushed at the teasing comments. He had grown attracted to you, slowly, but it was there. He was worried you didn’t feel the same way, seeing as you were both perceived as sister and brother. He went with it, not wanting to explain it.

For this show, they were performing a song made by Chan and Hyunjin called Red Lights. Seungmin fell in love when he first heard it, attracted to the sexiness. He seemed very innocent at times, and his looks didn’t help, but he truly was anything but.

The way he imagined you at night, or when he was alone in his hotel room. The sounds he would make, your name falling from his lips and he stroked himself to the thought of you.

He was ashamed. His closest friend, someone who sees him as a brother. Why did god make him feel like this?

He was getting ready, excited for the concept. The group tried to keep the shows pg, but this one, he shook with anticipation. He knew you were watching them on the monitors. You knew about the song, but didn’t know about the set up.

When he was finally on stage, crouched, he let himself loosen, resting his face into a scowl. It didn’t last long, but he didn’t want to look innocent either. He wanted to be sexy.

For you.

The moment he brought the collar around his neck, he felt something he had never felt before. It was so strong that he nearly stopped singing entirely. But he didn’t. He stepped forward a bit more than the others, letting it tighten around his windpipe. He groaned lightly, and, it thankfully didn’t catch on the mic feed.

He knew what he would be buying once he got home.

The show was over before he wanted it to be, but he had more songs to perform, not giving him much time to think. He still felt the phantom of the thin collar hanging on his neck, trying to hold it for as long as he could.

What if he wore a collar, you holding the leash, tugging it aggressively towards you, a whimper escaping from his throat. His eyes lolled at the thought, his breathing becoming heavy. Thank goodness they were on their last song. He couldn’t stand it if he got a boner on stage. Imagine all of the pictures that would be used against him.

Finally, he was practically running off stage towards his changing room, leaving the others to celebrate on their own.

You were the only thing that filled his mind as he rushed towards his safe space, thinking about how you would make him sit on all fours with a single tug on the lead. How you would control his pace as he ate you out by wrapping the leash around your wrists, holding him in place.

His beer was now uncomfortable, his tight leather pants not helping.

He finally made it into the room, locking it behind him. He breathed out in relief, starting to unbutton his pants. He unzipped the zipper before he heard your voice.

“You were amazing, Minnie! The idea for red lights! Mwuah! Perfection,” You said with a chefs kiss, standing from your sitting position.

Seungmin turned towards your voice, his hands and wrists covering his growing bulge. “What are you doing in here?” He said, making your brow raise.

“I’m praising my best friend? Was I not supposed to?” You asked, slightly bewildered. He would always come and hug you after a performance. What’s different this time?

“I need to get dressed first, uh…”He looked away shyly. “My pants ripped,” he lied, hoping you would leave him be for a little while. He just needed some time to get rid of his problem.

“Oh! Where? I can sow it, no problem,” you were already in front of him, hands reaching towards his own. This was new territory for you both, but you didn’t seem fazed at all. Seungmin didn’t realize what you were doing until he felt your hands, not reacting quick enough to stop you from pulling them away.

“Oh…” Was all you said, looking at your friends boner.

Seungmin snapped his gaze to where you were looking, moving his hands back in front of him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, y/n!” He quickly whispered, taking a few steps back. Why was he like this?

“For what?” You asked, confused. It was natural, so why would he apologize to you?

“Aren’t I like…your brother? Isn’t that weird? Brothers and sisters seeing each others…y’know?” Seungmin knew he was rambling, making you smile. He was nervous.

“Are we siblings? Last I checked I thought we were just best friends. I don’t find it awkward. Do you?” You stepped closer to him.

“Uh…” He looked anywhere but you.

“Do you want me to leave?” Your voice lowered, sultry and seductive, making him twitch in his boxers. His pants still hugged his waist, open in the front.

You smiled, cupping his face. “What’s got you so worked up, Minnie?” Your nose nearly touching his, and you felt his ragged breaths on your face.

“The collar…Red Lights…” He could barely speak. His breathing was now too heavy to form actual sentences. His brain started to fog as he fell into submission.

“Ah…Puppy like wearing a collar?” You teased, earning a small moan from the boy in front of you. It shocked you. How a simple pet name that he’s called everyday could evoke such an intimate reaction. “Wanna free your little friend down there, puppy? It looks like it needs attention,”

You stepped back after seeing him nod, and watched as he slowly took off his pants. You didn’t move, signaling that you wanted his shirt off too. He pulled it off, revealing the abs you didn’t know he had, your core clenching around nothing.

“Such a pretty puppy, yeah? Get on the floor, baby,” You cooed, undressing yourself as he got on the carpet. He watched you intently, his eyes widened at the sight of your lace set, the color of sand.

You got on your knees, caging his legs with your own. His face was enough to get you off, his eyes blown and glossy, and his mouth hung wide, drool leaking from the corner, his braces glistening with spit.

“Wanna kiss you…” He panted, moving his arms around your waist. You complied, starting this kiss off slowly.

You teased his lips with light kisses, slowly turning into hard ones, desperately moans emitting from him. He grabbed you harder, making you gasp. He took that chance to slip his tongue in, battling yours for dominance. You won, eventually, earning a whine from him. You broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. When Seungmin saw it, his eyes rolled back, whimpering. You kissed down his jaw to his neck, sucking n the most sensitive spots you could find.

“Does puppy want a collar? Perhaps I could get you one…if you behave,” you playfully nipped at his Adam’s apple, feeling him shudder beneath you.

“Wanna be your puppy…wanna be yours,” He shut his eyes as you went lower, breathing faster.

“Shh…calm down, baby. Imma make you feel good, okay?” You said before licking him through his boxers. A loud moan escaped from him. He nodded at your words.

You smiled before pulling him out of his restraints, looking at his size. He was long. He wasn’t thick, but wasn’t thin either. Just by looking you could already tell that he wouldn’t fit in your mouth, so, you spit on your hand, the sound loud and dirty, and Seungmin loved it. You wrapped your lubricated hands around him, stroking slowly. His hips bucked into your touch as soon as he felt you.

“Puppy’s a little needy, huh?” You whisper, licking the tip.

“Please…m’so needy,” He was so far gone that all he could do was agree with you. You barely touched him, and he’s already no longer able to think. He would be embarrassed later.

You, however, found it hot. You felt you could do anything to him and he would let you. You felt your wetness in your panties.

You took him in your mouth, slowly pushing yourself down, and then back up again. His pants turned into whimpers at each bottom, loving the way you felt around him. He didn’t dare move his hands to your neck. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he also preferred to not be in control. It was better that way.

You quickened your pace, stroking what you couldn’t fit with your hand. He was full on moaning now, not holding back.

His beautiful vocals didn’t go unnoticed. You had once thought if he would sound as beautiful in bed as he did on the stage, and you now know, he sounds SO much better in bed. It was the only music you wanted to listen to from now until the rest of your days.

You pulled up from him, still stroking at the same pace. He looked at you through tear filled eyes.

“No!Please…nghnn…” His head fell back when you squeezed his cock, groaning at the sensation.

“Is puppy gonna come for me? Hmm? I bet puppy would be so pretty when he cums,” You said, feeling his cock twitch. He truly was your puppy.

“I’m gonna-“ A moan cut him off, and you knew he was close.

You smirked at him, making sure he saw it before lowering yourself back down, putting the tip on your flattened tongue. You watched his face scrunch, and, like a chain reaction, it seemed to lower down to his stomach, seeing his abs flex as he came in your mouth. This moan was the loudest yet, and it sounded like heaven to you.

His seed filled your cheeks, and you swallowed it hungrily, moaning at the taste of him. His stomach convulsed one last time before his breathing shallowed, his dick now limp in your hands. You pulled away, wiping the drool off your chin. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes shirt as he try’s to come back from his high.

You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You okay, Minnie?”

His eyes shot open, and he looked straight at you. “Y/n…” His eyes were so much like a puppies that you had to fight not to look away. They were so devastatingly beautiful.

“Yeah?” You were worried now, that you took things too far. He had called you his sister earlier, and doubt started creeping into your chest.

He took a deep breath before speaking his mind.

“I’m in love with you,” when you didn’t say anything, he kept going. “I have been for the past three years and I never knew how to bring it up because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and-“

You broke him off with a heated kiss, making him groan into your lips. You both stayed like that for a while before you pulled away, smiling at how he chased your lips with his own.

“I love you too, Seungmin,”

You both kissed each other again, but before it could go anywhere, there was a knock at the dressing room door. It was Bangchan.

“Hey, Seungmin? You okay, bud? You’ve been in there for forty-five minutes. We’re going to the bar!”

You both pushed away from each other, giggling.

“Be out in a minute!”