Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
SKZ: Vocalracha
3RACHA - Danceracha
Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.
Seungmin: Mind Melding
Seungmin was the type to be able to read others based on their expressions and body language, but one day it went too far.
Near a lake in Italy, the members were shooting another log, mapping out their day for STAY.
Seungmin peered into the dark mucky water, unable to see the bottom.
The weather wasn't the greatest, either. It was cloudy, and the air surrounding them moist.
He didn't realize he was hearing a memory, and just assumed it was someone speaking.
But then he heard screaming.
He jolted, turning quickly only to see Minho and Felix giggling, Hyunjin and Jeongin arguing, and Changbin, Chan, and Han huddled by the edge staring for fish.
Except Han was rigid. His face was calm, but his brows were in a frown, sweat appearing at his hairline. The others hadn't noticed yet.
No one was screaming though.
Yet he still heard it.
Then a voice he had never heard before.
"Han! Hold on!"
His...dad?
Seungmin had to blink. He had no idea what was playing in his head. He didn't see images, just the sound.
He heard water rushing in his left ear, and the whimpering of a young boy in his right. A tree branch somewhere snapped, and the boy yelped.
Was this Hans memory of when he still lived in Malaysia? When he had encountered the crocodiles?
Seungmin then realized that being so close to the murky water was triggering this memory, rushing to him from his spot on the grass.
He wrapped his hand around the olders middle, not trying to draw attention.
"It's okay. We aren't going in it," he whispered to Han, feeling him relax his shoulders.
Han smiled lightly, leaning his head against Seungmins shoulder.
Jeongin: Dreamwalking
Jeongin loved to sleep. It was no secret. So when he would be bothered before the time he needed to be up, he would get cranky.
He didn't dream often, but when he did, it was extremely vivid.
One day, Chan rose quite late, trying to explain his dream, and how it had inspired the new song they were working on.
Jeongin was curious, but he couldn't understand his Hyung. Chan couldn't recall what made him think about it.
Later that night, Jeongin struggled to sleep, wondering why he could never remember his dreams, and how that happened to the members a lot.
He blinked, and next thing he knew, it was pitch black. Then flashing colors surrounded him. It was almost as if he were at a rave, the lights seemed brighter each passing second.
He blinked once more, standing on a terrace, dressed in all white.
It was midnight where he was, the light blue hue engulfing him and his surroundings, making the terrace glow eerily.
"Jeongin?" He heard a familiar voice say.
He turned, and met eyes with Hyunjin.
His head tilted, brows furrowing.
What type of dream was this? And where the hell were they? He had never seen this place before.
"Where are we Hyunjin?" He questioned, only to be met with a questioning glance.
"My palace? This is my kingdom, Ayen," Hyunjin scoffed, as if he should have known.
Jeongin stared, his face riddled with shock.
Was this his dream? Or was it Hyunjins? If it wasn't his, then how did he trespass into the olders?
Wat would Bangchan say? What would any of them say?
As if on que, he blinked, only to be met with flashing lights for a few seconds, and arrived in what looked to be an empty, abandoned theater.
The only think illuminating the place was the giant hole in the roof, the morning sun casting a glare directly onto the stage.
Jeongin looked down at himself, and found he was dressed in worn down casual wear.
Whose was this? He looked to the stage, and saw a piano. Bangchan, maybe? As far as Jeongin knew, it was just he and Chan that could play the piano.
Almost like he heard his thoughts, Chan sluggishly walked up onto the stage, taking a seat at the instrument.
He began to play, and was met with the booing of a person that wasn't there before.
But Jeongin didn't get it. He was playing beautifully. He turned, and saw a mannequin, confused.
He saw how it was affecting Chan, anger rising within him.
He rushed to push the person, but was thrust back into the blinding lights. This happen for the rest of the night, until morning.
He awoke tired, remembering all that had happened that night.
Synopsis:
It's been three months, but Ive finally had some inspiration so here you go!!
Warnings:
Smut, mxm, dry humping, grinding, spit, drool, praise, fake ears, tears, not edited like everything else I post
It seemed Seungmin and the guys slowly became closer after the gamer room mishap.
Jeongin and Felix reassured him after he woke up that it was okay, and that they didn't mind helping him. In fact, they enjoyed it.
He blushed at their words as they patted his head.
Fast forward a few months, and they had just finished their tour.
It took a lot out of the guys, and now that they had switched roommates again, Seungmin was paired with Han.
He didn't mind all that much, but sometimes the clutter was to much.
"Why I'd this here, Han? I asked you to pick it up days ago!" Seungmin bared his teeth. They were a bit sharper than normal.
Han smiled at his threat.
"Such a cute puppy!"
That shut Seungmin up immediately, forcing himself to ignore the mess.
It was common for them to bicker over the mess. Seungmin strived in a controlled environment while Han strived in chaos.
One day while Seungmin went out for a boba, he came back to a spotless dorm.
Did someone come over and clean?
"Surprise!" He heard Han shout when the door closed.
He nearly dropped his half empty drink.
"What encouraged you to do this?" Seungmin scoffed in amusement. Han tilted his head with a grin.
"I figured you'd like a clean place for once. I realized it's not all that great living with a messy person, so I thought itd be nice," Han stopped in front of Seungmin, pushing him towards the shared couch.
"I also made dinner! We're going to watch a movie!" Seungmin could tell Han was excited.
"You must want something," Seungmin joked, making Han gasp dramatically.
"What? Nuh uh. Just wanna spend time with you," his cheeks flushed.
They both sat and ate while the movie played.
Han was stiff and reserved. Normally he'd be chatting away, asking questions about the movie or making comments about the characters.
He was dead silent.
Seungmin noticed immediately.
"You okay?" He asked, reaching for his friends shoulder.
"Yeah...Just thinking is all," Han mumbled. His eyes were glued to the screen but Seungmin knew he wasn't paying attention.
"About?" He continued.
Han finally looked at him.
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
Seungmin was shocked but he didn't show it. He knew Han was sensitive about serious subjects. Something must be wrong.
"Of course,"
Han took a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands.
"What's your rut like? Or was it a heat? What's it feel like?" Seungmin was embarrassed about the question, never having to talk about it before now.
He jolted, taken aback by the question.
"Uhh, what brought this on?" Seungmin sputtered.
Hans eyes widened. "You don't have to answer! I'm sorry I don't know why I was thinking about that," He cursed himself, looking away, cheeks red.
"No, it's okay. I don't mind, I was just.... surprised," Seungmin smiled to reassure him. Han peeked at Seungmin as he answered.
"My body kinda locks up? I get really hot, and I start to feel pain down....there. The pain only goes away if, well, you know. And my brain gets fuzzy. All that stuff," Seungmin explained as he stared at the tv.
Han could only state at his younger friend with glossy eyes.
"What's on your mind when your like that?" Han asked suddenly, his voice flat.
Seungmin froze.
Could he tell him?
Tell him that he thinks about Chan's big hands caressing his face while jerking him off? Tell him that he thinks about Jeongins hot mouth and Felixs' gentle touch? About Lee Knows juicy thighs? Changbin putting him in a headlock? Hyunjins sweat rolling down his neck when he dances so seductively?
How he thinks about Hans innocent eyes staring at him while shoving his cock into his ass?
"Uhh...Stuff?" Seungmin whispered. He couldn't think anymore.
"Stuff? Like the type of stuff your into?" Hans voice shifted into something else entirely.
It became deep, and sounded closer to Seungmin. He looked over, and saw that Han had scooted closer. His hand nearly touching his thigh.
"Yes," Seungmin replied, his breathing becoming more shallow.
It wasn't his rut, but the natural feeling of arousal that flooded his stomach.
He moved his hands to cover his bulge.
"And what is it your into?" Han closed in closer to Seungmins ear.
"I...I can't -" Seungmin closed his eyes.
"With who, Seung?" His lips grazed the shell of his ear, and Seungmin shuddered.
He couldn't reply. He could only take what Han wanted to give.
"I got something for you, puppy," Han grinned, pulling something out from under the cushion of the couch.
Seungmins eyes widened when he saw them, his breath hitching.
A pair of floppy dog ears on a headband.
They were the same color of his rust hair, and Seungmin nearly whined in approval.
"You like?" Han questioned.
Seeing him nod, he helped place them on the boys head.
"You really are a puppy, aren't you, Min?" Han chuckled, watching as he nuzzles into his palm.
"Just a pretty puppy, huh? Want me to make you feel good?"
Seungmin nodded eagerly, pushing Han back into the couch, straddling his legs.
When their bulges pressed against one another, they both groaned, the sound shooting straight to Hans core.
Hans hands flew straight to Seungmind waist, and he let them wander, worshiping the youngers body as he began to grind against him.
"Ah! Ngh..." Seungmins mouth hung open, drool pooling in his mouth.
His hips rolled harder, Han throwing his head back, loving the pressure.
Seungmins hands braced him against Hans chest, and he squeezed the olders pecks as he felt his legs grow tired.
His pace slowed, but he still pressed against Han hard with his hips. Han noticed.
"Puppy tired?" Han whimpered, moving Seungmins hips with his hands.
"Please...tired-" he let out a moan when their tips caught one another through their sweats. "Can't!" Seungmin sobbed.
Tears formed in his eyes, both from the please and the pain building in his thighs.
"Lay down puppy, let me help you," Han groaned.
Seungmin stopped his movements, laying flat against Hans chest, but still straddling him.
Han rolled his hips upward, and gripped the boys hips hard. He maneuvered him like a rag doll, grinding into him harder than Seungmin was.
Seungmin started moaning louder, the occasional whimper falling passed his lips.
"So close..." Seungmin whined, licking into Hans neck.
Han groaned, tilting his head so Seungmin can lick and ground himself.
"Me too, puppy," Han couldn't hold it anymore, so he pushed his hands into Seungmins pants after collecting his sweat from his back.
He grabbed his bare ass before pushing his fingers to toy with Seungmins rim, making him cry out.
Seungmin came hard, his whole body shaking as he let out a choked sob. Han came right after, feeling the wetness of Seungmins cum on his sweats.
Once they both came down from their highs, they both fell limp on the couch.
Seungmin laying flat against Hans stomach, panting like he ran a marathon.
"Seung? You okay?" Han whispered. He caressed the boys hair, and felt the ears.
"M' okay," He muttered. His hips stuttered, making Han smile.
"Wanna go to bed?" Han asked, tilting his head to the side.
Seungmin pushed himself up, his arms shaking.
"Sure," He grinned, his eyes glossy and black.
Han helped him up, but led him to the bathroom first to clean themselves up.
Then they both went to their room.
"Can we snuggle on your bed?"
Hans eyes widened. His lips opened then closed, unsure of how to respond.
"But I didn't shower? And I have washed my bedding this week," Han said knowing how those bothered him.
Seungmin smiled.
"Then we'll use my bed. We're both clean,"
Hans heart nearly melted.
They both fell into the twin bed, cuddling aggressively and cutely, and fell asleep.
The next morning before Seungmin woke up, Han went into the group chat, and spilled everything that had happened the night before.
Tag list: @xxeiraxx @rhonnie23 @skzlover24 @skybluelixie
Notes:
glad to finally start with this series. Its been on my mind for months! Hope you all enjoy, and if you have any ideas on the connecting parts, lmk!!
Warning:
Language, smut mentioned, fluff
You sighed as you walked to your local GameStop. It had just been too long since you've had a real connection, and you were desperate for anything.
Your friend who worked there had told you that they had a game donated that resembled a dating simulator, and that she set it aside for you. She did it mostly to tease you, but honestly, you really needed this.
You didn't know if it was truly a dating game or not, but you couldn't care less at the moment.
You came in, grabbed it, and paid.
You rushed home after stopping for lunch, starting your PC. You let it warm up while you showered and changed into your lounge clothes, rubbing your temples at the bright light in the dark room.
Your computer ate the disc, accepting it just as well as you did. The loading screen appeared, and you watched the sphere spin.
It seemed to last hours before you finally heard a ping.
It's done loading!
You quickly clicked the icon, watching the screen fall black before switching to a pale blue.
As it drifted to the logo,you noticed how it looked extremely pixelated but in a 90's Mario game way.
The title read, 'Stray Kids: Together'
Some clouds jumped in the background, the Play and Settings buttons appearing after a few seconds.
You admired the pastel aesthetic before moving your cursor to click on Play.
Gently clicking on your mouse, it sent you to yet another clouded screen with a small sunset.
Logs set 1
>Bangchan Last opened ?
>Lee Know Last opened ?
>Changbin Last opened ?
>Hyunjin Last opened ?
What type of names are these? You thought.
You noticed that each one didn't have a date log, so you were unsure if they were even opened yet.
Curious, you clicked the first name.
Then, your computer crashed.
You scoffed, cursing the damn old seeming cartridge. The pixels in the opening screen made it seem like it was made in the 90's, but the labeling date was scratched off so you didn't really know.
You were about to shut off your computer before the screen boosted, a light gray flickering against the screen.
You weren't sure what was happening before you saw the command,
Allow microphone access?
> Yes No
You clicked yes.
Allow camera access?
> Yes No
You clicked yes again, and that was when you heard a click, and then the spinning of a disc.
"Hello?"
You heard a voice from nowhere. You bristled, turning around to look in your room. Was someone here?
"Over here,"
Your head whipped back to the screen, only to be met with the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.
"Woah," you mumbled.
He grinned.
"What's your name?" He asked again. Did he have an accent?
"Y/n. You're...Bangchan?" You ask, pulling your chair closer to the desk.
"Your a quick learner,"
You blinked. What now?
"So...are you like an AI? Or, like, how are you speaking to me?" You question, resting your arm on your hand.
His eyes widen. "Uhh, I'm not actually sure. Honestly, I feel real, but I'm not? I don't know if that helps?" He cleared his throat. "But what I do know is that you need someone. You wouldn't be here otherwise,"
"How would you know that?" You jolt. He was spot on.
"I know what I was created for. We all do,"
Wait what?
"Who's we?"
He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents. So beautiful
"You saw the other names, right? There are more of us...more of me," He explained slowly. "Here I was thinking you were a quick learner,"
"Hey!" You both laughed at his comment, then you sighed.
"So, are you all the same? Just look different? What's the deal?"
He spinned, the back of his neck revealing a code. CB97
"No, we are all incredibly different. We couldn't be the same even if we wanted. Different code. I'm the first, so they consider me like...a big brother? We all serve different purposes for whatever you need," he scratched his head, and his hair moved so smoothly.
It was then that you realized that the screen was no longer pixelated like the opening screen, it was now hd, smooth. You could almost see his pores.
"Different purposes? What the hell does that mean, Chan?" You let it slide past, not realizing.
"Chan?" His eyes glistened. "I like it," he grinned, watching your face heat up.
"Purposes Chan," you remind quietly, twirling a piece of your hair.
"Right. Well me, I'm a comforter. I help you when your stressed. Lee know? He's kinda...sexual? He can help with those needs, but he can comfort too. Uhh Changbin, he's more of an amuser. Hyunjin, a relaxer and comforter. Han? He can do literally everything. He's the ace of the group. Felix, comfort. Seungmin? Amuser and sexual. Jeongin, all. You know?"
It was a lot to take In. You didn't even know what half of this meant. At least not yet.
"So if I were horny-" he cut you off.
"Han, Lee Know, Seungmin or Jeongin are your guys." He said, his eyes staring into your own.
You felt yourself flush.
"Are they all as pretty as you?" You whisper, making his face freeze.
"Uh, they are, if not prettier, y/n," he gently smiles, placing his hand flat against the screen.
"You couldn't help me?" You brought your own palm to rest against his, only to be met with a cold surface.
"I wasn't given that programming. If you need help, just log out and meet with one of the others," he explained, his eyes tracing your hand, almost as if to memorize it.
"Oh," was all you could say. "I'm okay, for now," you say with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.
"Good to hear. You tired yet? It's dark," he asked, making you blink. You turned to look out your window.
Holy shit, it's dark!
"Oh my god i work tomorrow!" You curse yourself, jumping up from your chair.
You heard Chan laughing in the background.
"Can I jump on tomorrow?" You asked him after cleaning up a bit.
"You don't need to ask, y/n. We're yours!" He gleemed, his eyes shimmering in the light.
"Mine..." You repeat. You never really thought if it that way.
"Yes, y/n. Completely and utterly yours. I'm sure the rest will fall for you just as I did," he said.
You looked at him.
"How does a computer fall for me?" You were baffled at this point. What did he mean?
"This computer was coded with feelings," he grinned. "Goodnight, y/n!"
You didn't get to respond before he disappeared.
You were kicked to the opening screen, the pixelated clouds taunted you as they jumped up and down.
You absolutely felt so lucky to have found this game.
Connection found. Now you just need to pursue all eight men.
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i need to get this off my chest..
could i request a seungmin x reader where she just marks up his chest cause.. seungchest supremacy… (add any storyline leading up to it)
SEUNGCHEST SEUNGCHEST SEUNGCHEST
A/n: Girl- 🫠the things he made me feel when I saw these photos; him in that tank top?!? I literally died. I believe in Seungchest Supremacy 🫡
Warnings: biting, licking, marking, hickeys, MDNI, language, clingy reader, etc
When you watched the video he sent you of him at the Chanel ad, you nearly choked.
Though you had both been together for nearly a year, you had never been intimate. Nor had he ever bothered wearing a tank top. But the new Skz code showed you just how beautiful he had gotten.
And the Chanel ad? You nearly started foaming at the mouth at the sight of your boyfriend.
His neatly cut hair just made him seem more mature, accentuating his features, his gaze sharper.
You watched the Christmas video at least a million times before he texted you he was headed back home.
You counted the hours you had until you saw him again, hoping he was still wearing that beautiful outfit that showed off more than your used to.
Despite it being a suit, you saw that if he bent down, you could see the chest you've been dying to claim.
Yes...you had a but of a marking kink, and Seungmin knew that, but neither of you explored it, thinking it would cross boundaries.
You have never had sex, but light make out sessions were a must.
It was four am, but you were wide awake. You heard the lock click from your seat on the couch, the door creaking open slowly.
He must have thought you were asleep, because he left his bag by the door,.and walked towards your shared room.
"Minnie?" Your voice made him jump and spin towards the couch.
"Baby? Why are you up?" He asked softly, pulling his hat from his head.
You were disappointed to see him in a sweater and a pair of shorts, but he still looked as handsome as ever.
"Wanted to see you..." You muttered back as he grabbed your hand, motioning for you to stand.
You obeyed, and he led you to the bedroom.
"Here, I'm just gonna take a quick shower, okay? Then I'm all yours," he grinned, sitting you in the plush blankets.
"Do you need to? Its been two weeks," you playfully whine, making him laugh.
God, his laugh was like music to you. You wanted to hear it forever.
"Yes, babe. The plane was all stuffy, and I'm sweaty. Just give me five minutes, okay?" He was already grabbing his sleep clothes, noticing the t shirt in his hand.
"Hey, Min?" You stopped him, coming up with a plan. He looked at you.
"I think I'm going to run the heater tonight. You should wear a tank top so you don't burn," you shifted, waiting for his answer.
All he did was nod and replace the clothing in his hands for something cooler, and you internally celebrated when he grabbed his black tank top.
When the door shut behind him, you squirmed with joy, making the bed to get comfortable.
You had the pillows set up a certain way since you were sleeping by yourself for the longest time, but now you move them so you can sleep with your boyfriend.
As promised, five minutes passed, and he emerged from the connecting bathroom red. Hot shower.
A towel wrapped around his head as he scrubbed it against his scalp, making sure it wasn't soaking the pillows, or you.
When he lifted his head from the cloth, you gasped.
His hair stuck to his forehead, shiny under the lighting of your lamp. His facial expression made you clench your thighs together. He tilted his head back with a long sigh.
"I needed that," he groaned, popping his neck.
You finally brought your eyes down to his sleepwear. A black tank, and plaid bottoms.
You have seen his arms before, wearing the same tank top. But that was a year ago before he started going to the gym with the guys.
Now he filled it out, his chest slightly larger, and his shoulders broad and muscly.
You nearly drooled.
"And I need you! Now get in bed!" You giggled, watching as he threw the towel to the side of the bed with a smile.
He climbed up against you, kissing your forehead.
"Someone's needy," he smirked, lying down next to you.
"Always," you respond, making his face flush slightly.
"So, I just want to let you know, that that outfit for your Christmas ad? Fucking hot, Min. Did you bring it home?" You started, tracing patterns onto his hare shoulder.
He choked on air, not used to you swearing.
"What? No-" he cleared his throat. He never handled compliments well. "I-It was a part of their collection. Couldn't take it," He got quiet towards the end, making you smile.
But he didn't acknowledge your compliment.
"Didn't you hear me Seung?" You lifted your head.
"Yes...?" He looked up at you confused. The patterns on his shoulder stopped.
"What did I say then?" You challenge, your face serious.
You wanted him to know just what he did to you. How good he looked. You know he doesn't believe that he looks good, that he isn't as liked as you think. But you wanted to show him.
"That you liked the outfit?" He replied, tilting his head.
He reminded you of a lost puppy.
"Your missing an important part, Min. That you were hot...ARE hot. Wanna hear what my favorite part was?" You leaned down, your hair falling to frame his face.
"I-What? Uhm," he licked his lips. "What was, y/n?" He couldn't look away from you, your body nearly on top of his, filling his senses.
"You've never been one to show off, you know? But recently, your showing more. That outfit did very little to cover your chest. Anytime you moved a certain way, I could see into your suit, Minnie. God! Why show it off to stay before me?" You groaned, resting your chin in his collar bone.
His breathing had gotten heavier as he listened to your pleading words, slightly aroused by your stern tone.
"I never knew you wanted to see my chest that bad. You could've just asked," he muttered, eyes shutting as his cheeks reddened.
You lifted your head again, your lips hovering over his.
"Could I have?"
He was quiet. You both knew that you wouldn't have asked. But he would have given you anything you wanted. Will give you anything you want.
The only reason why you two hadn't had sex is because he wasn't sure if you wanted to. He would never have asked because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
You smiled, leaning in to capture his lips. It was slow, but gradually became more heated as the seconds passed, your body heat fusing with his, your breaths mingling. You pushed your tongue into his mouth,.moaning at the chance to taste him again.
He gripped your hips, grounding himself. He had always loved kissing you. It sent him into a whole new world. He would call it heaven if it made sense.
You pulled away, making him whine.
"Let me see your chest? I'll show you just how much I like it," you waggle your brows, giving him the choice. It was up to him. He sat the pace.
Without a word, he brought his had to the hem, slowly dragging it up his torso, giving you a show.
You sat patiently, enjoying the slow reveal of his beautiful body.
He had a light ab silhouette, making your eyes widen. You didn't know he had abs?! You wanted to lick them, but you stopped yourself. You'll get there later.
Once he brought it over the peak of his chest, he rested the fabric on his collar bones, moving his hand back to his side.
"This okay, baby?" You asked as you brought your head down to his torso, your breath hitting his heated skin.
He nodded. "Please," he whispered, and that was all you need to hear.
Above his left peck, you latched on, sucking gently before sucking harder. You grazed your teeth against his skin, and the sound he made made your eyes roll back.
He whimpered, his eyes shutting from the pleasure. You didn't know he was sensitive here.
You moved all around the nipple, avoiding it on purpose, trying to get a reaction. All you'd get was light moans and whines, but that was enough for you. Any sound of his like these you could listen to forever.
After leaving many marks, you finally brought your hot mouth to his nipple, and flicking the bud with your tongue.
His back arched in the bed, a loud moan eliciting from him. It made you grin against him, nipping lightly at him. He groaned, his hand coming up to fist your hair.
He didn't pull, but held you. It was feather light, and you knew he didn't want to hurt you.
You switched sides, your hand stimulating the one you just sucked, his head turning to the side as he sobbed from the overstimulation. His moan grew louder, his hips jolting up into the air. You looked in your peripheral, his thighs shaking as he dug his heels into the bed.
He's gonna cum, you realized, joy surging through you.
This will be the first time you ever make him cum, and just from marking his chest? Definitely an ego boost.
You go back to focusing on your sweet boyfriend, licking a long stripe from one nipple to the next, constantly switch so each one gets more sensitive.
"Y/n! Please..." He begged, making you pause for just a second to think.
Then you go back to it, sucking harder, but this time, letting your elbow brush against his clothed cock.
You barely touched him, but his head shot back, moaning louder as his hips twitched, his abs convulsing underneath your arm.
He came!
You lift yourself off his chest with a loud 'pop', drool coating your chin as you watched your boyfriend come down from his high.
His lidded eyes looked at you, his face and neck tinted red.
"That felt so good, baby," he mumbled, jaw numb from being open that long.
"You have a sensitive chest, Min. It's cute," you tease, pecking his lips before laying down beside him once again.
"If I knew, I would have told you. Thank you," He said before grabbing your hand, and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss.
"Your welcome. Believe me now?" You twist so your fully facing him.
"Yes..." He was still breathing heavy,.but it was more normal. He flashed you a loving smile before sitting up. "I'm going to change real quick, okay?"
He left to put on a t shirt and a pair of shorts, but you didn't mind. You got what you wanted, and even so, you can't deny the fact he looks good in a shirt.
"I love you, y/n," he kissed your nose after he got comfortable next to you.
"I love you too, Seungmin," You smile before cuddling against him.
Based on this edit
A/n: I watched this edit and literally screamed. I would kill for them fr fr 💀
Warnings: smut? Knife play, blood? Death, Sub reader, knife fucking, fear play? Threesome, penetration, mxm, dom Lee know, switch Seungmin, freaky reader, let me know if I missed anything
You had known for while who your boyfriends were. And it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were surprised when you first found out, but you were quick to assure them that you were heavily into it.
Ever since the killings had started, and you heard about it from the news, you were more intrigued than scared. You had always had a macabre fascination for murderers and their reasonings. You had studied a lot of them, in fact. Even fell in love with the idea of dating a killer, hoping that he would use it against you if he ever got angry with you. Threaten you with any weapon of their choice. Make you beg.
It made your knees weak just thinking about it.
When you saw that iconic black mask with a face that looked as if it were melting, you felt your heart flutter. Not in fear, but curiosity. The news itself had said each killing had started with a phone call. The killer was male, and enjoyed toying with his victims. That was all they knew. It made you fantasize about him, and how his voice sounded. You had become obsessed with this killer in particular.
To have a notorious serial killer in your lifetime made you squeal in excitement, and not only that, he was in your town! Why you were excited, you didn’t know. You knew that you should be afraid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be.
You kept your doors and windows locked, but you stayed up, wondering who was next. If you knew them. If he was anywhere near you. What type of blade did he use? Did he even use a blade? What if he used just regular kitchen scissors? You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered during the early hours.
You finally drifted to sleep.
The next day, reports were consistently flowing through the news about the new killer, and how the locals had dubbed him Ghostface. The name made you shiver, the sound of it rolling off your tongue in admiration.
How could he have gotten a fan following so quickly?
You unlocked your phone, inputting his name in the tag bar, millions of posts appearing in seconds. You saw pictures of people wearing a similar mask, but you noticed that none of them were the same. It made you wonder if the killers mask was custom made. You also saw fake deaths and pretty girls chewing their bubble gum while calling the guy a creep.
They might be next, you hoped, rolling your eyes.
A couple weeks later, two more deaths were caused at the hands of your new obsession, the people unknown to you. You didn’t lose any sleep over it. But you noticed that the next video caught of him, his body was slightly different. To most people, they wouldn’t notice. But you watched this man closely. The next photo was the same mask. The scuff near the chin and the small indent near the right eye didn’t go unseen by you, but this body was a few inches taller, and his shoulders broader.
That’s not him…is it?
You suddenly doubted yourself, unsure if you were paying enough attention. You cursed at yourself, pulling out your phone, looking at your ghostface file.
Okay. You confirmed that it most definitely wasn’t the same guy. The original was smaller, and more built. This guy was a tall scrawny guy. But the robes and large mask made it hard to see. Even the news people didn’t even notice it. They kept on speaking as if it were your killer. But it wasn’t. You sighed out, suddenly wondering if this was a two man job? Maybe three? Or if this was just a phony that wanted attention.
You sighed, hopping in the shower on your second floor. You didn’t even hear your phone ringing, the shower flooding your ear drums, the steam making you lazy.
When you stepped out, you noticed the missed call. It was from an unknown number, making you shrug, drying your hair. Two minutes later as you’re putting on your shorts, your phone rings again. The same number.
You answer, wiping your legs.
“Hello, y/n,” a raspy voice greeted, making you freeze.
“Hello? Do I know you?” You ask casually, dropping your towel at your feet.
“You might have seen me on tv. I’m a pretty big deal right now, some might say…an icon,” he said, chuckling a bit at the end. You barely caught it.
You had a feeling as to where this was going. You remembered that the news lady said it all started with a phone call. Your breath hitched in your throat, but your insides turned to jello, arousal pooling in your stomach.
“Well, give me a hint, then. What type of people consider you an icon?” You turned slowly, facing your bathroom door, looking passed the hinges into your room. Empty.
“The not so nice people. The ones that want to hurt others…People that crave violence, that worship the wrong god…And guess what? I see that you idolize me, princess. So which type of person are you? You don’t seem violent, just curious,” You could tell he was using a voice changer, but despite knowing it was fake, your thighs clenched together at his on point answer. You breathed deeply.
“I-How did-?” You stuttered, your face flushing. You had all of your Ghostface memorabilia in the guest bedroom, and if he knew that you geeked out over him, that meant he was here. In your home. You were next.
“You must worship the wrong god, sweetheart. Such a shame it has to be you tonight,” he almost sounded genuine, but it was hard to tell with his altered voice. You stepped forward towards your bed, sitting at the edge.
“You’re here?” You whispered, earning a laugh from him.
“Yes, sweetheart. I am.”
Your eyes glazed over, the reality of the situation reaching you before you knew it. A shudder ran through you, and you decided to press your luck. It was silent on the other end, and you took your chance.
“Can I ask you a question, sir?”
You heard a small gasp from him, making you lightly smile.
“Sir? Well with such nice manners, I shall grant you a question or two,” his voice was the same, but the tone turned slightly more playful.
“Are there…are there two of you? I noticed that, you looked a bit different from before…It’s hard to explain-“ you were cut off with a solid answer.
“Yes. There are two of us. A team, if you will,” his voice was thin now, almost reserved, which was so different then the previous playful killer that you had gotten used to in those few minutes.
“Lucky for you, we both came tonight,”
Your eyes widened, unsure how to feel at that statement. Both? What did that mean for you? Are they both gonna try and kill you? Was one here to take pictures while the other stabbed you to death? Your mind wandered, not hearing what he said to you before hanging up.
Your hand dropped to your side, your phone sliding from your palm and onto the floor. You sat still, suddenly aware of the footsteps coming from your hallway. They sounded heavy, and moved with a purpose.
Your eyes caught the black robes as they glided into your room, a knife in his hand. Just one?
He paused in front of you, frozen. You wondered what he was thinking, considering he was wearing the damn mask. You felt your panties sticking to your wet core, making you move your legs. You were desperately hoping he would take the mask off at least once before he killed you. You wanted to see the face of the man that had gotten you hooked over the past few months. It was the least he owed you.
He shifted on his feet, not coming closer.
He almost looked uncomfortable. You tilted your head.
“Were you the one on the phone?” You asked calmly, causing the man to recoil in response.
“I was,” you heard a voice say from your hallway.
You didn’t even hear his steps. When he emerged, he was wearing the same outfit and mask as the other, and you noticed how he was the taller of the two, the one with the broad shoulders. You gasped. He took his palace next to his comrade, towering over both he and you.
“Well?” He cooed, his voice significantly different from how he sounded on the phone. It was lighter and angelic. He could be a singer during the day. He tilted his head as you did to the other, his posture making you feel things you had never felt before.
“Can I see you both? Before you…you know?” You cringe at the thought of death, and the shorter of the two recoiled yet again.
“Why aren’t you running? You should be scared,” he finally spoke, his English slightly broken. Almost as if he was from out of the country.
“Cause she’s fucked up. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” The taller answered for you, making your mouth dry. His voice was so sweet, but his tone condescending. All you could do was stare as thy looked at each other through the masks.
“Let’s let her see. After all, she isn’t gonna be around much longer tonight,” he sighed, almost as if it were a chore.
Your focus was now pointed at them fully, watching the smaller struggle internally before sighing as well, nodding. They both reached for the hems of the masks, tugging the off. At first you couldn’t see their faces, shaking their heads to fix their messy hair. But when they flipped them up, your jaw dropped.
They were absolutely gorgeous. The shorter, his features were sharp, his eyes slanted like a cat. And his lips were thin, his bunny teeth showing as he cringed at the feeling of his hair pointing in every direction. His adams apple shaped like a heart as he tilted his neck to pop it. His gaze was intense as he observed you. His muscular build framed by the robe.
The taller of the two, scrawny, but firm. His broad shoulders held his beautiful face, his cheeks round, and his eyes big and devastating, reminding you of a puppy. His hair brown with a blonde bang. And his lips framed the silver braces shimmering as he smiled.
You fought the urge to make a noise of plea.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” The taller asked with a grin, making you gulp.
You didn’t respond, unsure if there was a right answer or not. You continued looking at them, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together, sighing at the friction.
“Answer me.” His voice deepened, almost like a growl. You gasped when he came to stop in front of you, grabbing your chin to look up at him.
“Are you turned on right now?” He questioned, a mocking tone lacing his voice as he grinned at you.
Your eyes watered slightly, feeling a little spacey.
“Yes,” you breathed out.
He laughed, letting go of your chin, making you whine at the loss of his touch. He stepped back, his grin spreading as he went to whisper something into his friend’s ear. His eyes darkened as he smirked, both turning to you with lust in their gaze.
“Lay down,” the shorter barked the order, and you obeyed immediately, making their eyes widen in shock. They didn’t expect you to comply so easily.
“What should I call you guys?” You mutter, watching as they both went to opposite sides of the bed.
The looked at each other before nodding.
“Lee Know,” the boy said at your right.
“Seungmin,” the one on your left said.
Their names were beautiful to you, and suddenly you wanted to sing them as a mantra, your own prayer. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.
They both just stared at what you for what felt like hours, your legs brushing against each other to relieve yourself any way you could. Your eyes caught Seungmin gaze, locking onto him as you admired him from your position. You didn’t notice Lee know moving his knife to brush against your throat, making you freeze, eyes widened but still focused on seungmin.
You felt the cool metal brush against your skin, moving lower, reaching your top. He paused before moving above them lower. You whined at the muted feeling of the knife above your clothes, making them both chuckle.
“Your liking this aren’t you, sweetheart? You like Lee Knows knife?” Seungmin cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your face.
You sniffled, “Yes,” you whine, your legs twitching when he pushed the tip of the board into your inner thigh. A slight prick that made you see stars. You turned to look at the other man, watching as he slipped it into the waistband of your shorts.
He used his other hand, using it and the knife to pull them off, immediately noticing you wearing nothing underneath. He groaned, tossing your shorts to the side. You gasped when the blade met your skin again, the sudden chill painful before heating into a deep fire.
“Then you wouldn’t mind him fucking you with it?” Your eyes widened, turning back to Seungmin, seeing his cocky grin. He brushed a hair from your face, raising his brows. “What, sweetheart? You don’t want this? Don’t want us?”
If you were in your right mind, you would be able to tell he was manipulating you, but you were too far gone to care, and you really wanted this. Wanted them.
“I want it! Please! I want it so bad…” you groaned, moving your hips slightly.
Seungmin smiled before watching Lee know flip the knife, placing the handle at your entrance.
The handle with warm from his hands, a deep contrast to the chill of the blade.
“Ready?” Lee Know asked. You barely had the chance to respond as he thrusted the handle in, pressing it to the hilt. The beginning of the blade hit your ass, but he positioned it to where it couldn’t cut you.
You moaned loudly, your back arching as he started thrusting the handle at a steady pace. You whimpered, turning back to Seungmin. He no longer held his mocking smile, instead his face filled with concentration as he watched where Lee Knows hands met your middle, his braces showing from his open mouth.
“You like it, Seungmo? She pretty, ain’t she?” Lee Know slurred, staring at his friend.
“So pretty, Minnie,” he breathed, listening to the squelching of your pussy. He looked up and caught his gaze, both of them staring at each other. It made your toes curl.
Suddenly Lee know pushed forward, capturing seungmin in a kiss. He was caught by surprise, but melted into it, quickly slipping tongue. You watched as you were being fucked, the sight alone enough to make you finish.
You felt the coil in your stomach burn hotter with each second, but it finally snapped when you heard the high pitch moan from seungmin. You came hard as the boys separated, a string of saliva connecting them together.
“Good girl, y/n,” Lee Know mumbled, his lips wet and swollen.
You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.
You opened your eyes to see them both staring at you, their eyes glossy and focused.
“Did the knife cut you?” Seungmin asked, reaching for your discarded shorts.
You huffed out, not expecting that question.
“No…are you guys gonna…?” You made a slash motion at your neck, watching seungmin look at you hard.
“No…But I have another idea for you,” his playful tone back, he grinned at the two of you.
“Be our girlfriend. Our watchdog. Let us know if anyone’s on to us. I see you already have done plenty of research, sweetheart,” His head tilted as he grinned at you.
You looked at Lee know, and he nodded, smiling. You noticed the slick on the handle of the knife. You reached for it, Lee know flinching, thinking you were going to retaliate. Instead, you brought it to your lips, licking it seductively as you looked at them both.
“I’d be honored,” you giggled, making them smile.
That’s how you all become partners in crime <3
I wanna be OT8 for Stray Kids so badly!! I love every single one of them so much... but then I find myself searching for Suengminne in everything they put out. Why why why??? I dont want a bias!! Why do you have to come for me like that? 😭😭