DEAR Y/N: PLEASE TELL MINHO TO CALM DOWN
pairing: serial killers!ot8!skz x fem!reader
genre: crackfic, dark romance
summary: part v. of course the others find out about you and changbin, and of course that’s because minho can’t keep his smart mouth shut, what did we expect? not all of them knows the difference between left and right but they sure know how to ruin your peace.
warnings: non idol au, violence, blood, mentions of gore, cannibalism, obsessive behavior, jealousy, cursing, homicidal behavior/psychopathy, mentions of a past porn addiction and throwing up, sexual content(protected and unprotected p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, fivesomes, mentions of pillow humping, mentions of ball shaving if that counts??), alcoholic hyunjin
word count: 24k
chan stands in the middle of his garage with his hands on his hips, staring at your car with a slow shake of his head.
the driver’s side door is still slightly misaligned from where someone, seungmin and jeongin, obviously, forced it open.
chan runs a hand over his face and exhales.
he walks around the front of the car, crouches a little to check the lock, then stands again. it’s not badly damaged. he can fix it in five minutes. but then he leans back against his workbench and crosses his arms, thinking. because the car itself isn’t really what’s on his mind. what’s on his mind is you.
more specifically, you, your other two bitches, and now changbin too. apparently.
chan tilts his head slightly, replaying whatever happened earlier in hyunjin’s bedroom. you on top of changbin. the way his hands were on you.
well, he’s not surprised. not really. because if there’s one thing chan has noticed since you came into their sad little lives, it’s that you have this… effect. and like let’s not misunderstand the situation, you don’t manipulate them. you don’t try to control them. you’re not like a whore or anything. no, not at all. you just exist around them and love them with confidence and patience that they never received from anyone else before.
and one by one… they fall into it. and it’s so fucking right. each of them just fits with you.
he thinks of the kisses he gets. still faintly remembering the feeling of your fingers on his face the night when he had his face in your lap. that kiss, the first kiss. the way his chest had tightened and pulled and felt.
it had been… a lot.
he’s still adjusting to the concept of emotions happening inside his body like that. but he knows one thing very clearly. he wants more of it.
you’re impressive, y/n. seriously.
he’s not even offended by it. if anything… he shifts his weight against the bench, thinking it through… it’s kind of hot.
the thought of you being wanted like that. multiple dangerous, violent men just all over you. and you letting them close, one by one, because you decide who gets that access.
chan rubs the back of his neck. yeah. he’s definitely a little into that.
“huh.”
and how will you tell your new addition to the collection to seungmin and han? seungmin in particular is going to have opinions. han probably won’t even fully process it for another week.
he could do it for you. he’s not afraid of the conversation. but realistically, you’re better at this stuff. you somehow manage to talk to them like they’re human beings with emotions instead of unstable murder machines. it’s honestly impressive. so maybe you’ll handle it. eventually.
chan checks the door lock again and grabs a small tool from the bench, adjusting the bent metal.
you’ll figure it out. you always do. you survived eight serial killers, for fuck’s sake.
a few seconds later the door clicks properly into place again. one problem solved. comes the next. (most likely)seungmin hotwired the car. those two idiots are gonna get their dicks hotwired next time he sees them. chan wipes his hands on a rag and starts working on that.
hm. maybe he’ll take you out today. because you on changbin? that shit was hot. chan’s been missing you extra since seeing that.
maybe take you somewhere. just a little time together. the idea of staying over crosses his mind too. that would be nice.
he pauses. then he sighs. because of course, han will be there. that little bitch is everywhere. literally doing anything but working. “anything” means you. all over you or literally doing you. only if he’d use his hands in the garage the way he uses his dick. okay maybe not, he’s still horrible at work, but still. just always on you. how do you even deal with that?
chan’s not actually bothered though. not really. if anything it just makes the whole thing more interesting. still. he’d like some time with you today.
maybe he’ll swing by later. see who’s around. see if you’re free. or not free. either way works. dinner maybe. or just a drive somewhere quiet. he glances at your car again. you’ll probably need a ride anyway.
you’ll figure it out. after all, this whole thing seems to be working so far.
he can text you.
he… doesn’t text much though. he’s the type who prefers short sentences, direct conversations, things that actually do something instead of floating around in messages.
and now that we cleared that up, he’s here anyway, standing in the quiet of his kitchen, one hand on the counter, phone in the other, staring at the screen.
his thumbs hover for a second.
chan: you busy tonight?
he stares at it.
he sends it.
then he throws the phone on the counter.
for someone who spent most of his life emotionally blank, the fact that he’s even asking that question at all is… kind of huge.
cut to you. in your kitchen. you managed to get the house quiet. which is honestly a miracle. it took effort. a lot of effort. han had to be convinced there was something “very important” he and minho needed to go look at together. jeongin immediately attached himself to that plan because jeongin attaches himself to anything that smells like something bad is about to go down. seungmin followed because he likes violence. felix followed because he heard the word “look.” so they left. hyunjin is doing better now. you have no idea where he is. we know where chan is.
you’re standing at the kitchen counter, phone in one hand. you snort under your breath because yeah, you’re doing something. you’re doing changbin. or more accurately changbin’s doing you without even putting it in yet. he’s pressed up behind you, big arms caged around your waist, chest pressed so tight it squeezes up against you. his mouth hasn’t left your skin once, lips dragging slow, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, over your shoulder, back up to that spot behind your ear that makes your knees dip. he’s kissing down your shoulder now, nosing under the strap of your tank top, breathing you in.
you’re trying to text back with one hand, phone balanced on the counter, thumb fumbling.
you: no i’m free
(you had to backspace multiple times because you kept writing no i’n fr ee)
chan: come over after work?
you feel changbin’s breathing against your back. not the one currently fanning on your neck, we’re talking about the movement of his chest. fast. unsteady. this big sweet murderer who used to choke people out for fun is shaking a little because touching you feels that good. that’s new. he’s never had this before. none of them have. and now he can’t stop. won’t stop. has to keep his mouth on you or he might actually combust from how much he likes you.
you: sounds good baby
chan: need anything?
you: no thx u sweet
you tilt your head to give changbin better access. he takes it immediately, lips trailing higher, sucking gently. it’s so fucking intimate.
you drop the phone because changbin finally nudged your chin up enough to kiss your mouth. soft. deep. no tongue yet, just lips moving. you kiss with one arm reaching back to thread into his hair.
you’re fucking impressive, y/n.
it’s hard to deal with them. hard to part from changbin, hard to go on with your day without han in your ass. not literally. or you could mean it literally, whatever y’all are into. anyways. it can be much when he’s constantly on you, but you got used to it and love it, after all.
being alone is nice though, sometimes. walking to chan’s alone was nice too. (god, you need to ask him about your car) knocking on his door is nice, knowing you’ll see him. seeing his eyes, hungry the second they land on you, is even nicer.
he just reaches out, hooks two fingers in your pants, yanks you inside, and kicks the door shut.
you crash into him mouth first.
his hand immediately finds your ass, big, feels so good. squeezes hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth. he groans low, manly as fuck, the sound vibrating against your tongue.
“missed you.” he mutters between kisses. he’s been thinking about this since he sent that one pathetic text from the garage. probably popped a boner under a car just imagining your mouth.
he spins you, backs you up against the wall with a controlled thud. one thigh goes between yours, pressing. his other hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw because you’re delicate to him even though he’s about to fuck you stupid against drywall.
he’s thorough with you. always is. kissing slow at first, savoring, then deeper, hungrier. licks into your mouth. sucks your bottom lip till it’s swollen. nips just hard enough to sting. hand on your ass keeps kneading, pulling you tighter against the hard line of him. he’s already rock solid through his jeans. hasn’t even tried to hide it. why would he? you did this to him.
“fixed your car.” he says quietly, pulling back just enough to speak against your lips.
“mm. thanks.”
his mouth back on yours. he’s not rushing to fuck you yet. just… needs this. needs to feel you solid and real and here after a whole day of pretending he’s a functioning adult who doesn’t daydream about bending you over the hood of every car.
you tug his hair. he growls. hips roll once.
“fuuuuuck.” he breathes. “been hard since lunch thinking about this.”
and now you’re here smelling like you and changbin’s leftover cologne (he knows, he fucking knows.)
“poor baby.” you tease, voice so soft.
he huffs a laugh, we know that’s rare from him. “yeah. poor me.” then he’s kissing you again, deeper, dirtier. hand hard on your ass, lifting you just enough that your toes barely skim the floor. pins you there with his body. lets you feel every inch of how much he missed you.
wall’s cold against your back. chan’s warm everywhere else. ticklish softness of his nose on your neck now because he’s working his way down, sucking mark after mark.
“gonna fuck you right here.” he mutters against your skin. not a question.
you grin, fingers in his belt loops, yanking him closer.
“better.” you say. “car’s fixed. now fix me.”
“mhm.” he mutters, then he’s kissing you again. like really kissing you. deep, wet kisses.
needs you. now. he gently helps your shirt up and over your head, tosses it somewhere behind him. mouth finds your collarbone, then lower, open kisses over the tops of your tits, his pretty hands unclasping your bra lovingly.
he’s bigger on groping tits rather than sucking. that’s more seungmin and han territory. chan’s best entertainment is grabbing your tits, which he does when your pretty little bra hits the floor.
you gasp, head thunking back against the wall. his other hand’s already working your jeans open, pulling away from your tits too to shove them down your hips with both hands.
impatient man.
you kick them off one leg, still half tangled around your ankle because who gives a fuck.
he’s on his knees for a second, yanks your panties to the side, doesn’t even bother pulling them off. tongue flat against your clit, one loooong slow lick that makes your knees buckle.
this is fast, he usually takes his time better, little kisses and love, but both of you are clearly impatient now.
you grab his hair. he growls, pleased, and does it again. sucks. flicks. messy, desperate. he’s been starving for this taste all day. two fingers slide into you easily even, you’re soaked already, and he curls them the way you just love, stroking around.
he knows you too well.
“chan, fuuuck—”
he pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny. “missed this pussy.” he says, voice the usual monotone, which is so hot. then dives back in, making up for lost time.
when you’re grinding down on his face(which he loves, just wants a little more now), he stands up fast. gives the side of your ass a loving squeeze as his mouth crashes back to yours.
his jeans are open now(when did that happen?) cock out, heavy and leaking. it’s been crying for you all day. he fishes in his pocket one handed, pulls out a condom. rips the packet with his teeth.
you see it and burst out laughing. full on, head thrown back, wheezing. “you planned this. bitch.” you say, girly and teasing, poking his chest.
he smirks, rolling it on slow, eyes locked on yours. strokes himself once, twice, just to watch your pupils blow.
“bitch.” he mocks your voice, voice high and as girly as he can make it.
you slap his cheek. it’s loud. playful. mean in the hot way.
he just smiles at you, then quickly gets your panties off you. one hand hooks under your knee next, hikes your leg around his waist.
once he’s in… okay, wow, you two really start going at it. all so erotic, the way it starts slow at first, the way you start grinding down because you want more quickly, and the fucking way he gives it to you immediately.
your head falls forward, breathing on his skin. look back up, you want to see his face more.
god, he’s so in love with you.
the closeness hits different tonight. it’s not just sex against a wall. it’s him knowing. it’s that he knows of you and changbin. it’s that he knows your power, the way you’re collecting and loves you exactly like this and he loves his boys too.
it makes him want you more. makes him harder. makes every thrust feel like claiming you all over again, feel like proving he’s still a pick even when you’ve got four.
it’s in the way he holds your gaze while he moves his hips into you. that’s like… unnervingly attractive combined with those empty eyes. in the way his free hand cradles the back of your head so it doesn’t bang the wall too hard. in the way he kisses you between thrusts, slippery.
he knows he’s handling a girl. knows you don’t just cum from dick alone like porn. he’s not han, jackhammering around. he’s chan. he’s patient. he’s careful. he’s a man.
every thrust pulls a little whimper out of you. he finds that adorable. his free hand slides between you, fingers finding your clit. does this bitch have a map. actually, he’s watched you touch yourself enough times (creepily romantic, in his defense) to know the rhythm. those wide fingers pressing, rubbing, flicking just right while he fucks you against the wall.
“there she is.” he murmurs when your hips start chasing his hand. “good girl. let me feel you squeeze.”
you do. clench around him hard. he curses under his breath, something filthy about how tight you are, how wet, how fucking perfect.
his mouth finds your neck again. sucking softly. marking you gentle because he knows seungmin will see them later and lose his shit, and the thought makes chan’s thrusts get a little harder. deeper. rougher.
you wrap both legs around him now. arms around his neck. he fucks up into you desperately. every snap of his hips punches a moan out of you.
“fuck, you feel so good.” he breathes. voice cracking just a little. “always so fucking good.”
the changbin thing bubbles under it all. makes him fuck you deeper now, pouring all that new obsession into every thrust. you’re collecting and he was one of the firsts and wants you even more because of it.
you clench around him on purpose. he swears, buries his face in your neck. pace picks up, harder, faster. skin slapping. wet sounds.
you whine and cry out and squeal when you cum. heels digging into his tense little man ass, slapping on his back, shoving your face into his neck. he fucks you through it, he always does, doesn’t stop, chases his own with short, brutal thrusts. jackhammering now that he got you there. gives you one long beautiful moan when he cums, hips stuttering, cock pulsing deep inside the condom.
he doesn’t pull out right away. just holds you there. pressed tight. breathing hard. lips brushing your temple.
you stay like that for a minute. maybe two. wall’s probably got a permanent ass print now.
finally he eases out slow, careful. sets you on your feet but keeps an arm around your waist because he likes it. kisses you again, gentle this time.
“shower?” he mutters.
you nod, smiling gently. “you’re buying me food after, bitch.”
he snorts. slaps your ass lightly. “yeah yeah. whatever you want.”
you both know he means it.
that night, you tell him about how the whole thing went down with changbin. how you feel about it, how you think he feels about it. he’s lying on his back, listening to you, watching you swing your legs and run your pretty little fingers down his chest as you talk. he understands you perfectly.
so, life keeps going on with these assholes. it’s still hot outside. it always makes hyunjin so irritated.
one afternoon you’re sitting on your couch trying to read something on your phone when jeongin and minho come over.
“—i told you it would work!”
“it didn’t work, you idiot.”
“it mostly worked!”
you look up slowly. “what did you do?”
minho just hums to let you know you’re not ignored and he’s just not in the mood to talk and grabs a beer from the fridge. jeongin flops down onto the couch next to you. which would be fine, except the second his elbow hits the cushion you hear a wet sound.
you look down. his elbow is absolutely pouring blood. like. pouring. a steady, disturbing stream that is now soaking directly into your couch fabric. hyunjin is going to lose his mind. why is it always jeongin who fucks up the couches hyunjin gets you?
you stare. “…jeongin.”
“yeah, baby?”
“your elbow is bleeding.”
he looks down. “yeah.”
“why?”
he shrugs. “i think i scraped it.”
the wound is not a scrape. it looks like someone tried to remove part of his arm.
“minho, sweetie, can you grab a towel on your way back?” you half shout.
he does. throws it at jeongin’s head.
hyunjin was stomping around when he saw another couch ruined.
another night you fall asleep early. your room is dark. window cracked open for the summer air.
the mattress shifts slightly. warm weight beside you. arms wrapping loosely around your waist. honestly it’s nice. one of them must’ve come over late.
you don’t even wake up fully. just mumble something and roll slightly toward the warmth.
morning. you wake up slowly, stretching slightly under the arms around you.
and immediately notice something very wrong.
the sheets are wet.
wet. sticky.
you sit up. look down. dark red stains everywhere. sheets. blanket. your shirt. someone’s arm draped across your stomach. blood is everywhere.
seungmin is sleeping next to you. completely shirtless. covered in dried blood.
you stare at him. then at the bed. then back at him.
now that you moved, he cracks one eye open, sees your face, then looks down at the sheets. “oh. shit. did you start your period or what? that’s a lot.”
you stare at him. blink. then shove him so hard he almost rolls off the bed. “you absolute fucking moron.” you hiss, already scrambling out of the sheets. “you got this in.”
he props himself up on one elbow in the bloody sheets. “relax. it’s not even a lot. guy barely bled. mostly on my pants anyway.” he pats the wet spot like it’s a pet. “you’re cute when you’re mad tho.”
you grab a pillow (the least bloody one) and start beating him with it while yelling every curse word you know. he catches your wrists eventually, flips you under him (still in the blood soaked bed, gross), and kisses you hard enough to shut you up. “love you too.” he mutters against your mouth. you bite his lip. he groans. you actually end up throwing up. he pats your back through it.
injuries are constant. they stab things. they punch things. sometimes they punch each other. sometimes they stab each other.
once you walk into the kitchen to find han and minho standing there bleeding.
“it barely touched you.” han mutters, frowning.
minho points at the blood dripping down his side. “there is a hole in me.”
“small hole.”
“a hole is a hole.”
“doesn’t jeongin say that always?”
you shake your head. “sit down.”
they both immediately obey. no matter how psychotic they are, they all behave when you’re patching them up. minho stays still the whole time, watching you work. han watches with complete fascination.
han is a usual victim. once he’s working again, meaning he holds a wrench next to chan and drops it on his own foot. screams, hops around on one leg, blood soaking through his sock because he split his big toe open.
chan had to drive him back to you.
“y/n it hurts so bad.” he wails. you make him sit on the toilet while you wrap it. he’s crying real tears, snot running, begging for kisses on his booboo like a toddler. you give him one peck on the forehead. he immediately gets hard. you slap a band aid on harder than necessary. he yelps. still hard. seungmin calls him a “thong wearing concussed fuckwit”
or seungmin and jeongin are in the park “training.” training means they duct tape kitchen knives to their hands like wolverine claws and try to spar. they both end up on the grass rolling around, bleeding, laughing, calling each other “pussy” and “bitchboy” while they try to pin each other. you watch from from a bench with hyunjin and a popsicle, unimpressed.
that said, hyunjin ties some random delivery guy to a chair somewhere, then spends three hours carving your name into the dude’s thigh in perfect cursive with a box cutter. he’s shirtless, sweat glistening on those pretty lines of his body, hair falling in his eyes while the guy screams. yeah no this is brutal, but he pauses every few letters to jerk off a little, slow, dreamy strokes, because your name makes him feel things.(???) finishes on the carving when he cums, then sighs dreamily.
felix “misses your taste” so bad he tries to recreate it. your taste is from when he chews on your fingers, but he kills a jogger, carves out a chunk of inner thigh, marinates it in strawberry jam then pan fries it while humming the spongebob theme. eats half, saves the other half on a plate in the fridge labeled “y/n’s dinner <3 do not touch or i bite dick.” han opens the fridge, sees it, screams “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS RED SHIT” assumes it’s evidence, and flushes it down the toilet. felix finds out, cries actual toddler tears, punches han in the dick. han punches back. they end up wrestling.
hyunjin tries to be romantic. i mean, he’s already romantic but for you he has to try. wrote a poem about you. he reads it to you in the bathroom while you’re brushing your teeth. you spit toothpaste on his thigh by accident. he cums in his jeans on the spot. whispers “that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to me” you’re still not sure if he’s joking???
minho keeps leaving you “gifts.” last week it was a necklace made of teeth. human teeth. cleaned, polished, strung on black cord. “i pulled them myself. for you.” he said. you put it into one of your drawers gently.
or when jeongin invented a game. he called it “can hyunjin bend that way.” you still don’t fully understand how it started. apparently they were bored at hyunjin’s and changbin’s apartment, when jeongin said “you’re tall.”
hyunjin, who was sitting on the couch sketching something, didn’t even look up. “correct.”
“like really tall.”
“still correct.”
jeongin sat next to him. “do you think you bend?”
“…everyone bends.”
“yeah but like. do you bend?”
five minutes later they were in the middle of the living room with jeongin physically trying to fold hyunjin in half. hyunjin lasted about twenty seconds before yelling.
you’ve also accepted that you are permanently surrounded by muscle. seriously. the house gets hot and suddenly everyone’s shirtless. biceps everywhere. shoulders leaning in doorways. little freckles and lines and omfg. someone always lifting something heavy for no reason. sometimes you walk into a room and three of them are just standing there shirtless arguing about something stupid while holding knives and you have to mentally reset for a second.
and through all of this, you’re sneaking around with changbin. well, not sneaking around, just at each other when it’s possible. a hand brushing your back when no one’s looking. a look across a room full of idiots. sometimes a quick kiss in a hallway before someone inevitably barges in. you carding fingers through his hair, whisper “easy baby” against his ear, him exhaling shakily, then occasionally dragging someone to the sink because oh my god stop bleeding on my floor.
just again, these men did not feel before you. and before you, they didn’t touch much either. not the way people do when they like someone. sure, they fought. shoved each other. grabbed arms during arguments. wrestled occasionally when someone was being an asshole. fucked some people. that kind of touch. violent touch. practical touch.
but gentle touch? affection? holding hands? sleeping tangled together? all of those combined with feeling something? absolutely fucking not.
they weren’t lonely exactly. they had each other. nobody needed hugs. nobody needed someone to hold their hand. nobody woke up in the middle of the night wanting to curl around another human body just because it felt good.
and when you came into the picture, their brains, these cold, predatory, emotionally underdeveloped brains, went oh. oh shit. this feels good. suddenly their nervous systems are working in ways they’ve literally never experienced before. dopamine spikes. adrenaline mixed with comfort. physical closeness triggering weird chemical responses their bodies don’t understand.
now they want to touch you.
han is the most obvious case. we know that already. he’s draped over you constantly. arms around your waist. chin on your shoulder. face buried in your neck. legs thrown across yours whenever you sit down anywhere. it’s not even sexual most of the time. it’s just pure physical closeness. his brain figured out that touching you makes everything in his body feel calm and good and safe, and now he just neeeeds it!!
when you walk past him he reaches for you automatically. when you leave the room he looks confused for a second like someone turned the lights off in his brain. and if you sit down anywhere, couch, chair, bed, the floor, there’s about an eighty percent chance han will eventually appear and climb on you.
minho is violent by default. his baseline emotional state is somewhere between simmering rage and quiet murderous thoughts. so when his brain started wanting physical contact with you, it processed that information… hard.
when you’re walking together, say, through a store, his hand will reach out and take your pinky finger. and if you pull your hand away because you need to grab something from a shelf? his head snaps toward you. he stomps two steps closer and grabs your pinky again. like there. fixed it.
felix is even simpler. felix just loves you. that’s the only way to describe it. his brain has absolutely no complicated interpretation of what he feels. he just likes you. a lot. so he hovers. if you’re sitting somewhere, felix will eventually wander over and sit nearby,,not even necessarily touching you at first, just being in your space. then leaning closer. then his arm touching yours. then eventually resting his head on your shoulder. sometimes he’ll just look at you with that blank sweet expression and say something like “you smell nice.”
or “i saw a dog earlier.”
“cool.”
“i liked him.”
“great.”
he just wants to be near you.
changbin has this habit of placing a hand on your back when he walks past. sometimes he squeezes your shoulder when you say something funny. sometimes he rests his arm along the back of a chair behind you when you’re sitting together. he always knows exactly where you are in the room.
chan is a gentleman about it. seriously. the man will open doors for you, carry things, guide you through crowds with a hand lightly at your waist. always telling you he’s here.
seungmin is interesting. he loves touching you. he really does. but he doesn’t need it the way, i dunno, han does. seungmin could go hours without physical contact and be completely fine. but when he decides he wants you, then he wants you. he’ll grab you. pull you into his lap. hook an arm around your shoulders. kiss the side of your head.
hyunjin likes small contact. quiet contact. holding your hand while you’re walking somewhere. your shoulder leaning against his when you sit together. sometimes he’ll rest his head lightly against your shoulder when he’s tired.
he gets lots of it from the people he seduces just for them to kill later, but with you it’s completely different. yours, he wants.
jeongin… struggles with touch.
he doesn’t like people touching him. not really. he’ll tolerate it from the others when they’re fighting or drunk or wrestling, but real physical closeness makes something in him tense up. most physical contact annoys him. crowds irritate him. people grabbing him makes his skin crawl. his nervous system is wired for distance.
but he wants your touch. badly. but the second it actually happens, part of him hates it. not you. the sensation. the vulnerability. the skin on skin.
sometimes he’ll grab your wrist mid conversation just to hold it for a second. then he’ll suddenly let go.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“you grabbed my hand.”
“didn’t happen.”
five minutes later he’ll do it again. he’s a mess.
so when he holds your hand, it’s weirdly intense. gripping it a little too tightly. he’ll grab your hand and hold it obsessively while walking somewhere. like really hold it. then suddenly he’ll yank his hand away and step back two feet because something in his brain said too much.
you’ll look at him. he’ll glare at the ground. then ten seconds later he’ll grab your hand again. repeat this cycle for an entire afternoon.
sometimes he’ll lie down next to you and fall asleep with his head on your stomach without any problem. other times you’ll touch his arm and he’ll flinch slightly before forcing himself not to move away. because he wants it. he really does. he just doesn’t understand why it feels so overwhelming.
that’s the core of it for all of them. their brains are learning emotions late. most people start figuring this stuff out as teenagers. awkward first crushes. nervous hand holding. the understanding of what affection feels like. these men skipped all of that. they jumped straight from emotional numbness to full blown attachment.
their nervous systems are scrambling to process it. touch releases oxytocin. comfort. bonding. safety. chemicals their brains barely used before.
they don’t understand it. they just know it feels good. but none of them know how to handle what’s happening to them.
they’re not just experiencing emotions for the first time. they’re experiencing them all at once, and absolutely zero coping skills. which means their brains do what brains always do when confronted with something overwhelming, they start to panic.
they’re not used to missing someone. that concept literally didn’t exist for them before. before you, if someone left the room, that was it. they left. cool. whatever. now sometimes you’re gone for a few hours and something in their chest starts feeling.
and their brains don’t understand it. so they start acting strange.
one afternoon, for example, you left for a couple hours to run errands.
would be perfectly normal. but at hyunjin and changbin’s place, something weird started happening. hyunjin was sitting at the dining table, sketching something. quiet, focused, pencil moving across paper.
then he stopped. stared at the page. sighed. shifted in his chair. picked the pencil up again. drew two lines. stopped again.
changbin noticed eventually. “what’s wrong?”
“nothing.” hyunjin stared at the paper. “…she’s been gone a while.”
“yeah.”
“…hm.”
meanwhile somewhere else in the city, seungmin and minho were sitting on the hood of a car. seungmin had a cigarette. minho had a knife just… in case. god, he’s creepy. so creepy it’s a total panty dropper.
then seungmin looked at his phone. scrolled. locked it again. a minute later he unlocked it again.
minho watched him. “text her already.”
“i’m not texting her.”
“you’ve opened your phone six times.”
“i’m checking something.”
“you’re checking if she texted.”
“shut up.” they sat in silence for a while. “…i might go see her later.”
han doesn’t process emotions logically. some of the others at least realized that something is happening inside of them. he doesn’t. his brain just reacts. so when he starts missing you, it comes out as confusion. pure, bewildered confusion.
he’ll be sitting somewhere with the others. talking. laughing. then suddenly his face changes. he looks around.
“…where’s y/n?”
someone sighs. “not here.”
han blinks. “…oh.” then ten seconds later “…where’s y/n?”
“still not here.”
“oh.” five minutes pass. then he stands up. “i’m gonna go find her.”
someone grabs his shirt and drags him back down. “sit.”
“…okay.”
they went straight from nothing to oh my god what the fuck is this feeling and why is it happening inside my body. it scares the shit out of them. like the time someone casually mentioned you cut your finger. it was nothing. a tiny kitchen accident earlier that day. you sliced your finger while opening something and wrapped it in a bandage. you told someone about it, that someone mentioned it later while the guys were hanging out.
everyone else just nodded and kept doing whatever they were doing. except minho. he didn’t move. he didn’t react. he didn’t even blink much. he just sat there. staring straight ahead. completely still.
because inside his head something had just exploded. not outwardly. minho doesn’t do outward panic. his brain doesn’t process fear like that. but internally? imagine fucking hell. the idea of you being injured triggering this sudden, violent rush of adrenaline he didn’t know how to handle. his chest tight. jaw clenched. hands slowly curling into fists on his knees.
he didn’t say anything. didn’t move. just sat there staring forward while his brain tried to figure out why the thought of your finger bleeding made his entire body feel like it was about to tear something apart.
nobody noticed. they were too busy arguing about something.
eventually the conversation moved on and the feeling faded. but for a few minutes minho had been having what was basically a silent, internal panic attack. and he had absolutely no idea that’s what it was.
han is the opposite. han doesn’t hide it at all. when he worries, everyone knows.
one time someone mentioned you were out somewhere alone later than usual. that was it.
he immediately got up. “i’m going to check on her.”
“she’s fine.” someone said.
“what if she’s not?”
“she’s literally just at the store.”
han was already halfway to the door.
by the time you got home later that evening he had run across half the neighborhood looking for you. actually run. when he saw you walking toward your place he nearly tackled you in the middle of the sidewalk.
“there you are!” he grabbed you immediately, arms wrapping around your shoulders and waist at the same time, squeezing you tight. “i was worried.”
“i went to the store.”
“yeah but what if something happened.” his voice had that slightly whiny tone it gets when his brain is overwhelmed.
you patted his back. “i’m okay.”
he pressed his face into your neck. “i was very worried.”
“i can tell.”
he stayed like that for a while. just hugging you. your physical presence was the only thing convincing his nervous system to calm down.
the others handle the emotions differently. sometimes it turns into frustration, like when you’re not around for a while, the atmosphere changes. they don’t always realize why at first. they just get… irritated. restless. something important is missing. seungmin is even a bigger asshole. god he needs to be put in his place, i’m begging someone to shove a strap on into your hands and show him what’s up. anyways. his patience drops to zero. chan throws himself harder into work. garage. projects. anything to keep his brain busy. changbin goes to the gym and lifts weights, trying to exhaust the feeling out of his body. hyunjin drinks a little more than usual. someone take it AWAY from him omfg. jeongin becomes a whiny bitch. he’ll pace around, complain loudly about how boring everything is, accuse people of having no personality. really he just misses you. felix is the easiest to read. he’ll literally say it. “i miss y/n.” everyone ignores him, but they’re all feeling it.
their brains learned that being around you makes things better.
and their bodies react to all of this. because emotions are physical. love, attachment, comfort, excitement, those things all trigger actual biological responses. heart rate changes. hormones spike. blood flow shifts. and since their bodies have never really dealt with this combination of emotional and physical stimuli before, sometimes their systems just… glitch. like random arousal. popping brutal boners around you from total accident.
they’ll just be sitting next to you, your head resting on someone’s shoulder, your hand playing absently with their fingers, and suddenly their body reacts. it can come off as awkward sometimes, but luckily you’re understanding with them.
take jeongin. you were just… nice to him. that’s it. you passed him in the hallway one morning, ruffled his hair, said “looking good baby” and that’s fucking it.
he gets home, slams the door so hard the frame cracks, stomps to his bed he never makes, faceplants into a pillow, and just screams. legs kicking. fists pounding the cushions.
he stays like that for twenty minutes. screaming. then he sits up, panting, staring at the ceiling. he used to gut people for fun and now a compliment from you makes him want to cry and hump the nearest surface.
or he’ll be sitting at the kitchen table doing something with his crypto persona on dark web, minding his own business, and bam, your name pops into his head and his dick just wakes up. like gets rock hard just because sometimes his brain doesn’t know how to deal with you. he’ll groan, adjust himself, mutter “not again fuck” while the others snicker. worst is when han points it out (“bro u got a boner again??”) and jeongin keeps throwing forks at him. you always have to stop that.
and when you stop their bullshit in those lil shorts that are just so cute and jeongin likes so much? instant tent. han drops something so you bend over to pick it up for his dumbass? jeongin’s crossing his legs, muttering “fuck fuck fuck not now.” he’ll be mid conversation with chan about where to dump the next body and suddenly freeze, eyes glazing over because he remembered the way you pulled his his hair playfully last night. “yo man hold up i need a minute” and he just turns around, adjusts himself aggressively, and tries to play it off with a wink. chan actually laughs in his face.
minho is another one that becomes really affected by your tiny acts of affection, he just doesn’t show it. you give him one absent forehead kiss while passing through the living room, barely a peck, and he freezes. stands there for a full minute, unblinking, processing.
seungmin gets a casual “miss you already” text from you and punches a hole in the drywall. bc like why the fuck does that make him wanna smile. smiling is for pussies.
changbin paces the hallway holding his phone waiting for your “home soon” text. when it comes he does a little fist pump. “yes. yes. she still likes me. fuck yeah.” then immediately panics “what if she stops liking me tomorrow.” he’s sweet. (a fucking MURDERER)
the others take it better, but they’re all acting out in general. screaming into pillows. running laps. punching walls. humping furniture. crying on kitchen floors. jerking off to innocent memories. staring at walls. felix holding your hand, muttering “don’t go to the bathroom alone okay? bad things happen in bathrooms.” ???
you do try to be patient with them. you really do. you try to treat them like people. you try to redirect instead of scold. you try to keep the peace. gentle parenting might be the best word for it.
and sometimes it almost works. almost. other times… well. the beach days is a perfect example. let’s say even the beach day is going manageable. like… they haven’t killed anyone yet. maybe felix is splashing around in the water, playing with hyunjin. anything.
then seungmin walks past minho, who glances up, and casually says “your lazy eye’s worse in the sun.”
there’s a brief moment of silence. the kind of silence where everyone within ten feet instinctively knows something is about to happen.
seungmin slowly turns his head. “what.”
minho shrugs. “just saying.”
seungmin stares at him for about two seconds. then suddenly grabs minho by the hair and drags him toward the water. yanks him straight into it, then shoves his head under the water. hard.
you’re sitting on the towel watching them. just waiting.
after about ten seconds minho finally surfaces again, gasping slightly, wet hair stuck to his face. he wipes water from his eyes, then slowly smiles. now he smiles.
and just like that they walk back toward the towels like nothing happened. because for them that wasn’t even a fight, that was a casual interaction.
minho ends up next to you. so wet. he looks like a wet bird. it’s brutally adorable, and you just can’t resist.
you tug lightly on his arm. “come here.”
he comes closer and lets you pull him down until he’s half sitting in your lap. you wrap your arms around him, hold him while he’s completely still and nonverbal. he stares straight ahead at the water with that terrifying blank expression he has. except now his hair is dripping and you’re holding him like he’s your baby.
“hey y/n, do you want ice cream? me and felix are gonna buy some.” doesn’t even matter who asked, really.
“yeah, sure.”
they wander off. you rub your hand slowly up and down minho’s wet arm.
brutal respect for you tbh. because you try, you really try. you don’t yell. you don’t lecture like they’re children. you just talk. calm voice. soft tone. understanding. hold them like this.
“maybe next time we don’t comment on people’s eyeballs.” you say.
minho considers that. then shrugs slightly. “maybe.” which in his language actually means fine, whatever.
progress. sort of.
it matters a lot that they let you. no one else gets away with this. no one else could hug minho after he nearly drowned and not get shoved away. no one else could tell seungmin to calm down and have him actually listen. no one else could treat them the way they are and still be here.
gentle parenting serial killers is exhausting. but every once in a while, when minho sits quietly in your lap like a wet bird while you talk to the others and rock him a little at the same time, you think maybe it’s working. a little.
before you, wanting something was simple. they wanted food. they wanted alcohol. they wanted violence. they wanted the thrill of a hunt. you wanted something, you went and got it.
but they want you constantly, and they cannot always have you. and that, apparently, drives them fucking insane.
you’re in the living room folding laundry or whatever thing you do for murderers and han is in the shower, minding his own dumb business. but then he thinks about you. just one thought in his usually thoughtless little head, your laugh, how patient you are with him(which he can’t process as patience, he just knows it feels nice), the way you called him “good boy” last night, and boom, he wants you now. not sexual, just misses you.
turns the shower off, soap still dripping down his stomach, he steps out butt naked, dripping everywhere, cute little patch of pubes all dark and damp, those lil man nipples pebbled from the cold air, men are built so cute omg. he doesn’t even grab a towel. just pads straight to you, water trailing, arms out, big wet eyes, and launches himself into a hug from behind you.
“missed you.” he mumbles into your neck. his wet skin soaks your shirt instantly, and he’s trembling a little, and he just clings.
you pat his cheek. “baby you’re getting me all wet.” give him one more cheek pat, maybe a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, and gently push him back toward the bathroom. “go dry off, han. you’re dripping on the floor.”
he pouts the whole way back, ass cheeks flexing with every step(men and their tense little asses omfg) muttering something that you can’t quite catch.
you hear the hairdryer start up and then immediately stop what you’re doing and go after him because you do not want him electrocuted.
jeongin also… deals with it. it’s just with murder, but let’s be fucking for real what did we expect from him. he currently has some poor fucker tied to a workbench who doesn’t stand a chance.
jeongin has his axe. first swing takes the guy’s left arm clean off at the shoulder, blood sprays. second swing, right leg at the knee, bone shatters loud. guy’s screaming.
jeongin is not even looking at the body anymore, he’s monologuing to the ceiling about you, complaining about your current trio of bitches(that he knows of) third swing, axe buries in the sternum, cracks ribs. fourth, fifth, sixth, he’s swinging wild now, just pure emotional overflow. torso splits open. guts spill around. head lolls, jaw unhinged from the force. by the tenth swing the guy’s face is unrecognizable.
jeongin finally stops, panting, axe dripping, covered head to toe in red. stares at the mess. blinks. then mutters “fuck. i think i overdid it.” wipes his face with his sleeve (just spreads it more), pulls out his phone with bloody fingers, texts you, sends it. then sits on the floor in the gore puddle and waits for you to text back.
or like you’re at the stove flipping pancakes (because felix begged for them at 11pm), and felix is behind you, chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist. doesn’t say anything at first, just smells around.
then he grabs your free hand, brings your fingers to his mouth, and starts sucking on them. not gentle. full on nursing. tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, little happy hums vibrating against your skin.
you try to pull away to flip the pancake. “felix, baby, i’m cooking.”
and he whines around your fingers, muffled “buf whey tasste lihe youuuw.” keeps sucking harder. moves to the next finger. then the thumb. then tries to fit three at once because “more better.” drool running down your wrist. you think maybe what development was supposed to go into his brain maybe went into instincts instead and his senses. like i don’t talk enough about how good his nose is.
now seungmin paired up with yearning is just fucking brutal. so when he wants you and you’re busy or across the room talking to someone else, he reacts the only way his brain knows how. he gets mean, because his brain, emotionally, is undeveloped. suddenly he’s starting arguments. throwing things. shooting walls again. picking fights with the others for absolutely no reason.
jeongin will be sitting on the couch minding his own business and suddenly seungmin is like “you breathe loud.” and jeongin is like “what.” and seungmin just stares at him with the quiet rage of a man who desperately wants to be kissing someone right now but can’t.
you’ll walk over five minutes later, touch his arm, and he immediately relaxes.
chan is not as obvious about it, but you can see it on him. typical manly shi. the way his hands settle on your waist when you pass by him. the way he always stands close to you.
it fascinates him, this new feeling inside of him. he’s curious about it. sometimes he’ll just sit next to you, arm around your shoulders, and quietly enjoy the fact that the ache goes away when you’re there. that’s enough for him. for now.
changbin is longing. yes, even now that he’s in the bitch circle. god that’s weird to write down but you know what i mean. but he’s patient. he’s controlled. even though he just found his person.
hyunjin is… hyunjin is a fucking circus. he’s so horrible. it can be gentle from him, like sitting beside you instead of across the room. sometimes you’ll look down and realize he’s absentmindedly holding your hand while sketching with the other.
but it can also be like… he can have whole breakdowns over how you’re “ruining him” because you made him feel this. he thinks he was fine before. he was empty and perfect, that’s what he knows of himself. sometimes jerks off to this whole thought chain because the way you messed him up is lowkey hot. he cums while crying real, pathetic tears. wipes his hand on the dead guy’s shirt next to him.
he used to carve faces off corpses for fun. now he carves little hearts with your initials into his own thigh just to feel something close to the way you make his chest hurt. writes your name in the steam on car windows after he kills someone in the backseat. fogs up the glass with his breath, traces “ y / n” with a bloody finger, then stares at it until it fades. one time he got so lost in thought he let the victim crawl halfway out the door before he even noticed. “shit, sorry man, she was just… really pretty today.” wrote you another poem later but puked on it.
he’d actually die for you. is already half dead without you anyway. he needs rehab. he needs you more.
minho kills more when he’s thinking about you too much. he trains harder. fights more. breaks things. and yet somehow, no matter how violent he is, his hand still finds your pinky when you’re walking together.
the unfortunate side effect of all this yearning, of all this sudden emotional awakening in eight psychopaths, is that they’re also… kind of creeps. not on purpose!! that’s the important part. they genuinely don’t mean to be. but when you take a group of men who have spent most of their adult lives stalking people through dark alleys, breaking into houses, watching targets from parked cars, and generally operating like highly functional predators… and then you give them a crush? their brains default to the only behavior patterns they know. which means sometimes they do things that would make a normal person go why the fuck are you standing there like that.
for example, the staring. they stare. they don’t even realize they’re doing it half the time.
you’ll just be in the kitchen doing something completely normal like pouring yourself a drink and suddenly you feel that they’re watching you. you turn around and three of them are just standing there. leaning in doorways. sitting at the counter. arms crossed. watching you.
han stares with his mouth open. chan is slightly better about it, he has enough self awareness to look away when you catch him watching you from across the room, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it. when you ask what’s up he just pulls you closer. what a man. changbin at least tries to behave like a normal human being, but even he occasionally forgets himself. sometimes you’ll turn around and find him standing there with that soft, slightly distracted look on his face. when you notice, he usually smiles a little and looks away.
minho just always ends up near you. you’ll move to another room, ten minutes later he is there too.
if felix he wants to look at you, he looks at you. if he wants to sit next to you, he sits next to you. if he wants to smell your hair because it smells nice? he might just lean down and do that.
seungmin does the slow walk by touch. the hand on your waist when passing behind you. the fingers brushing the back of your neck when you’re not expecting it. he loves scaring you. such a boy.
hyunjin sometimes stands slightly too close when you’re looking at something together. or rests his hand on the back of your chair while you’re sitting. or leans down a little when you’re talking.
and jeongin is probably the most self aware creep in the group. he knows exactly when he’s being weird, he just doesn’t always stop. sometimes he’ll lean in too close while talking. sometimes he’ll grab your hand and play with your fingers absentmindedly while staring at something else. sometimes he’ll rest his head on your shoulder and then immediately pull away. he’s a cunt.
or take the time you were walking down the street in the middle of the afternoon and had that strange feeling people get when they’re being watched. you glanced over your shoulder. nothing. kept walking. all until you spotted three very familiar idiots crouched badly behind a trash can.
jeongin was wearing sunglasses. minho was crouched. felix was not even hiding. he was just standing there smiling and waving when you made eye contact.
“why are you following me?” you asked.
jeongin leaned casually against the trash can. “we weren’t.”
“coincidence.” minho muttered.
felix was still waving.
or the time you accidentally bumped into a woman on the street.
“sorry.” you said.
she nodded.
you both moved on.
then you heard a sound behind you, a quick movement, a wet noise.
you turned.
and… hyunjin was standing there calmly. one, he wasn’t invited. two, he was wiping his knife clean. the woman was swimming in blood behind him on the pavement. then he slipped the knife away and offered you his hand like you were about to continue a pleasant afternoon walk.
being near you feels good.
and god, changbin feels that too.
just think of his hand brushing your lower back when the others aren’t looking. you hugging him just a little too long when he brings hyunjin over because hyunjin really wanted to see you but wasn’t in the mood to drive(he almost falls out the window while you and changbin are hugging). passing glances that last half a second too long before someone inevitably throws a knife into the wall or starts yelling.
the boys are always doing something stupid. that’s what makes it possible. they’re too busy fighting each other or inventing new dumb games to notice the way you and changbin disappear into another room for “a minute.”
for example. you’re all at hyunjin and changbin’s place. everyone is there except chan, who is apparently busy doing something mysterious and mechanical that involves his garage and probably a body. seungmin and minho are arguing about whether it’s physically possible to break a chair over someone’s back without the chair breaking first. felix is listening. head empty, maybe one thought of you and one of the mailman rolling around. han is half asleep on you. jeongin is just trying to mog the others in the room but isn’t doing very well so far. hyunjin is passed the fuck out on the couch, one arm over his face. he’s tired. he’s been working all day. probably drank something strong earlier. the man is unconscious.
you catch changbin’s eye across the room. neither of you says anything but somehow a full conversation happens anyway.
you slowly move han’s head off your shoulder. he grumbles but doesn’t wake up. you stand up. stretch casually. “i’m going to pee.” you say.
you are so not going to pee. you walk to the hall, ten seconds later changbin follows. you barely make it past the bathroom doorway before he grabs your waist and pulls you against him.
“hi.” he murmurs.
“hi.”
and then you’re kissing. immediately. he has been thinking about it all evening anyway.
it’s slow at first, then suddenly not anymore. suddenly you’re pressed against the counter and he’s leaning into you and you’re both trying not to make noise because oh my god there are literally six murderers in the other room.
somewhere behind the wall you hear jeongin yell “IF YOU BEND IT LIKE THIS—” followed by hyunjin shouting something in pain even though he was asleep two seconds ago.
when you two come back, minho looks at you immediately, broken leg of a chair in his hand. “i was right.”
“good job.” you say.
he narrows his eyes.
you two repeat the first kiss situation. the next to the sleeping hyunjin in his room one, which is extra awkward considering he designed that entire apartment himself and takes weird pride in it. like you go in to ask him if he wants food and instead you end up pressed against the wall by changbin, kissing again. grinding against him for a second before both of you immediately freeze again because hyunjin shifts in his sleep.
fuuuuck, you like him. he’s so unique, all eight are. and you also like han. and seungmin. and chan. you like them all the same, but maybe like chan a little more now.
like, take this, you’re sitting on the couch. chan is sideways on the couch with your legs draped across his lap while the two of you are talking about something. he talks with his hands sometimes, tapping lightly against your leg while he explains things.
changbin is heading somewhere. keys in one hand. jacket over his shoulder. he slows when he sees you, and his eyes flick to your legs in chan’s lap. then to chan. then back to you.
there’s a little pause and you can literally see the thought forming in his head.
chan glances up. their eyes meet for half a second. he lifts an eyebrow. like go on then.
“i’m heading out.” changbin says to you, and now that chan gave him that “permission”(wasn’t needed), he leans down to press a kiss on your cheek.
you smile. “okay.”
he straightens up again. “see you later.”
gets himself together. walks out. door closes.
silence.
chan is still holding your legs. he’s staring at the door for a second, then he looks back at you. “…bold.”
okay he deserves a big fat kiss for that.
what he doesn’t deserve(he deserves fucking prison for being a serial killer but anyways) is that the other boys keep hanging out at his place. he never invites anyone(except you). he never agrees. they keep coming over uninvited???
which is actually because they each trust chan with their lives, but whatever.
like today, he only invited you and hyunjin over. and everyone else showed up anyway. they’re fucking brutal. someone’s drinking straight from chan’s water bottle.(that his sister got him because why would chan buy himself a water bottle) someone else is already shirtless and sweaty and is rubbing all that sweat over chan’s couch. han already ate half the fridge. jeongin spat into one of chan’s shoes when chan wasn’t looking. (insert the cherry on top picture from tiktok comment sections)
you’re sitting for a while, surrounded by noise and bodies and heat and men, until eventually you stand up. “bathroom.” you mutter.
han looks up immediately. “i’ll—”
“no, honey.” you cut him off gently. “i’ll survive.”
he frowns. you slip away before he can attach himself to you again.
the hallway is dark, the light isn’t on. the noise from the main room muffled behind walls. chan keeps his place dim anyway, but at night it’s really calm. good to walk around when you wake up sometimes in the middle of the night.
you make it halfway down the hall before you hear footsteps behind you. one arm around your waist, other on your wrist to pull you back.
changbin’s scent, then his lips on yours.
and then you’re kissing him.
your back hits the wall with a soft thud.
his mouth is a little clumsy because changbin’s always a little too eager when it’s just the two of you. lips just all over yours, the bottom one fuller, slightly chapped but getting wetter now. his tongue slips in next, slow, sliding against yours.
there’s too much spit, too much hunger. drool starts to gather at the corner of his mouth, a shiny string slipping down his chin because he’s so focused on devouring you he forgets to swallow. you feel it drip onto your jaw.
you part from him and chase the saliva line with your tongue, licking the warm wet trail right off his skin. he shudders hard at that, hips jerking forward so his bulge presses heavy against your thigh.
“fuck… baby.” he mumbles against your lips, the word ending in another messy kiss. his hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, holding you exactly where he wants while he tilts his head and goes deeper.
he accidentally bumps your teeth with his when he gets too excited, lets out a soft embarrassed laugh that turns into a moan when you bite his bottom lip. his free hand slides down to grip your ass, squeezing once, twice, then gripping when he feels your hand slide up his neck. with that hand, you feel a tiny bead of sweat roll down the side of his neck, warm, slick, and you part to lick that too, dragging your tongue up the column of his throat until he tilts his head back with a quiet “shit… yeah, just like that.”
one of his hands leaves your hair to cup your face, thumb stroking your skin while his tongue fucks slowly into your mouth again. more drool slips, messy, dripping down both your chins now. you lick it all up, greedy, sucking on his tongue when he offers it, then pulling back just to plant three rapid little kisses on his top lip, his bottom lip, the corner where it curves up when he smiles at you. then just kissing again.
a voice from behind him in the dark: “i’m fucking after you two.”
you jerk away from changbin so fast you nearly hit the wall again. “what the fuck—”
changbin doesn’t react much, just turns his head slightly.
you squint into the darker part of the hallway. “…minho?”
a shape shifts slightly. he steps forward just enough for you to make out his pretty face. yes, confirmed, that’s minho. he’s been standing there. just… standing there. in the dark. watching.
you watch him. “why are you just standing there? in the dark?”
“i like it here.”
“…oh.”
changbin, meanwhile, has not moved far. and he just leans in again. minho isn’t even a factor, like there isn’t a whole third person standing in the dark watching this, changbin’s hand slides back to your waist, pulling you closer again, and his mouth finds yours like nothing interrupted in the first place. that’s about how much he cares of being caught.
you make a small, surprised sound against his lips because seriously? right now?
yeah changbin doesn’t care. and… even to you, there is something deeply, ridiculously, unfairly hot about being kissed like that while someone else is watching. think back to when seungmin made you kiss chan in front of him. hot.
“you’re not even subtle.” minho mutters. his tone is flat but not pleased. interested though.
changbin pulls back just enough to look at you, then over his shoulder at minho again, completely calm. “don’t have to be.”
minho huffs quietly.
“you’re not going to, like… leave?” you ask. “i mean not that i don’t like you here babe, you know that, just—“
“no.”
“why?”
“i was here first.”
“…you were just hiding in the hallway?”
“i wasn’t hiding.”
“you were in the dark.”
“i like the dark.”
you stare at him for a second in silence.
then changbin tilts his pretty head and kisses you again.
minho shifts his weight, still leaning against the wall. “you’re taking a while.”
both of you ignore that. it makes it ten times hotter.
“okay.” you say after a bit, breath a little uneven. “i actually came here to pee.”
“right.” changbin murmurs.
minho gestures lazily toward the bathroom door. “it’s right there.”
“thank you.” you say dryly.
then you walk past them, muttering under a “fucking psychos…” your breath.
when you finally make it into the bathroom, alone, you lock the door behind you(though all of them can pick the lock, even han and felix because the others taught them and they’re not that dumb that they don’t have muscle memory), and finally pee.
and when you’re done, you move to the sink, turning the tap on, cool water running over your hands. it’s quiet in here. calm. chan’s man bathroom. so… man. manly is not even the right word, this is just such a man environment.
you stare down at your hands for a second as you rub soap into them, and you think about felix.
he’s lucky as fuck that he stumbled into these boys, because left to his own devices he’d probably have eaten something poisonous by now or accidentally set himself on fire. he needs to be taught. constantly. patiently. sometimes with a firm hand on the back of his neck.
you’re the one who had to sit him down in the bathroom like a toddler and make him watch while you scrubbed your own hands, then guided his small paws under the faucet. “soap, dummy. actual soap. not just water.” he stared at the bubbles, then grinned so wide when they foamed up that he almost forgot why you were there. now he washes his hands every single time he comes in from a kill or handles “dinner” but he still sings the alphabet song (wrong order, wrong tune) under his breath because that’s what you taught him to time it. he gets proud as fuck when you check and say “good boy, no blood under your nails this time.”
years back, when he first discovered porn(the dumbass clicked every pop up) he got hooked fast and hard. didn’t understand moderation, didn’t understand why his dick hurt after the tenth video in a row, didn’t understand why he felt guilty and empty after. he’d just sit there in the dark with his laptop each night and feed into the new addiction.
chan caught him one night looking like death warmed over, eyes bloodshot, chafed to hell, dehydrated, and chan just sighed, closed the laptop, and sat him down on the couch.
chan didn’t judge. just talked him through it in that calm, manly way of his. explained why it is bad for him, explained how the brain gets fried on endless new things, explained that real sex is better than any screen anyway. he made felix delete the tabs, block the sites, and report back every day. limited access to his phone too. kept him busy. physically dragged him into other activities when he started getting restless. took months, but felix kicked it. still gets random boners from nothing now, but at least they’re because of you, not because he binged sixteen hours of step sibling roleplay.
minho was the one who taught him how to approach cats.
felix loves animals, like genuinely, deeply, innocently loves them. especially cats. but his problem is, he has no concept of not being overwhelming.
so his version of approaching a cat used to be see cat, get excited, walk straight at it, reach out immediately. which obviously resulted in the cat running away every single time. or scratching him. or both.
minho watched him get scratched to shit three times in one week, then finally grabbed him by the collar mid sprint. dragged him to a curb, made him stay still while minho crouched down, clicked his tongue soft, let the cat come to him. felix mimicked it, awkward, too loud at first, then quieter when minho glared. took weeks of daily lessons. now felix can get almost any cat to rub on his legs if he’s patient enough. when one finally lets him pet it he looks back at minho like “did you see?? i did it!!”
hyunjin taught him how to walk a dog properly, even though hyunjin doesn’t even like dogs. his family had one lil ratty dog while hyunjin grew up(that he always wanted to kick into the wall but never did), that’s genuinely only why he knows that skill. (yup in this universe there’s no kkami and hyunjin just has to die when a ratty little dog interacts with him. doesn’t even like the big ones that much either)
once, felix’s aunt’s let’s say normal sized dog was at felix’s place. just for a week. felix used to yank the leash, or let the dog drag him into traffic because “he wants to go fast!!”
hyunjin showed him loose leash walking, treats, how to read tail wags. felix kept forgetting and sprinting ahead, so hyunjin just took over and made felix follow him, who eventually got it.
hyunjin also taught him how to shave his balls. felix came to him one day red faced and complaining about he tried and it itches now and this and that and hyunjin laughed so hard he spilled whiskey, but ended up explaining to him with zero shame. talked him through it step by step. felix was terrified the whole time, kept squeaking “what if i cut it off???” and hyunjin told him “then you’ll have a cool scar story, won’t you.” felix survived with only one tiny nick.
these boys really are brutally adorable when you zoom out. eight grown ass serial killers who carve people up for fun, but half their brainpower goes to making sure felix doesn’t poison himself with expired yogurt or chase han into traffic. they’d burn the world down for you, but they’ll also spend forty minutes showing felix how to fold a fitted sheet because “y/n likes a tidy house.”
they’re completely, fundamentally fucked up, but then there’s this side of them. this… taking care of each other. teaching each other things they should’ve learned years ago. filling in the gaps where something in their development just… didn’t happen.
made for each other. all of them. felix is the luckiest dumbass alive to have them. to have you.
it’s quiet in the hallway. you love them. you do. but jesus christ sometimes you need a breather. and here comes your mistake, thinking you’d get five minutes of peace in a house full of men who collectively share one brain cell when it comes to you.
you stand there for a second. just… silence. no boys being boys. no seungmin shooting something. no jeongin talking. no hyunjin deep throating a bottle of whiskey. no minho throwing things around. no chan catching the things and breaking it on seungmin’s head. no changbin to hold felix back from going after the mailman. no han accidentally knocking into furniture.
you take a breath. this is nice. this is… too nice. something is wrong.
you hurry back to the living room, really hoping that your boys are still alive(yes, your boys, crazy that we got here from them following you on the street)
but they look… fine. almost how you left them, just now han jumps up when he sees you and comes over to hold onto you. arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet for a second before settling, face buried into your shoulder.
“hi, y/n. you won’t believe what happened, chan totally got into an argument with hyunjin over hyunjin breaking the glasses in the house again but then minho came back and told us that he saw you and changbin kiss in the hallway and that shut everyone up he’s so nice—“ he goes on, way too loud, way too happy.
you look past him. everyone is staring. openly.
chan is leaning back on the couch, completely calm, one arm draped over the backrest, meeting your eyes. there’s that tiny, knowing psycho look of his. he saw this coming three business days ago.
seungmin is next to him, one leg bouncing, expression somewhere near annoyed. “took you long enough.”
you raise a finger at him. he shrugs, unbothered.
it’s so weird, sometimes he obeys and sometimes you just can’t deal with him.
jeongin groans. kicks and bitches around. falls into hyunjin’s lap. hyunjin immediately pushes him off the couch with a soft thump onto the floor.
felix is sitting forward, elbows on his knees, staring at you. “do we get turns?” he asks.
everyone turns to look at him.
“what?” he says sweetly. he does not understand. at all. but he’s supportive in spirit.
changbin is sitting on the couch like a good fucking boy. watching you. there’s a softness in his gaze(which is always there for you), which is crazy for a killer this brutal, but also a quiet tension now that it’s out in the open. he doesn’t mind, but wants you fine before anything else.
and minho is looking very pleased with himself.
“i think it’s good.” han says, genuinely. “more is better.”
you let out a short laugh. “yeah baby, whatever.”
“i just thought transparency was important.” minho says casually.
“you enjoyed this.” you mutter.
he shrugs. “a little.”
you can’t even blame him. he’s in love for the first time in his life, that kind of feeling doesn’t sit quietly. not in him. not in any of them. it rots. it claws. it demands attention.
and you have multiple of them already, letting more in. of course he had to get immature. of course he told.
seungmin leans his head back, looking at the ceiling.
“i don’t care that much.” he tells you. it’s important that he’s saying this so you know, not so that the others know. who cares about them. he wants you to know. “i just hate that he gets to feel special now.” he jerks his thumb toward changbin.
changbin huffs a quiet laugh. “i don’t feel special.”
“you should.” jeongin mutters.
han squeezes you tighter. “you kissed him like you kiss me?”
“not the question to ask right now, baby.”
he thinks about that. “…okay. but was it the same?”
you cover his mouth with your hand.
felix raises his hand sweetly. “is it too late to join?”
everyone turns to look at him again. always this fucker.
“you should come over tonight.” han tells changbin, still on you. “to our place.”
you look at him. “…you mean my place. where you just… live now without asking.”
“yeah!”
changbin huffs a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. aware of all the eyes on him. he glances at you. “if that’s fine with the boss.”
you shrug. “it’s fine.”
han lights up immediately. yanks at your sleeve a little in happiness.
“oh, so we’re doing sleepovers now.” jeongin mutters from the couch.”
“we’ve been doing sleepovers.” seungmin says. “you’re just not invited.”
“yet.” jeongin says, pointing at him.
“keep dreaming. anyways, i’m coming too.”
chan exhales softly, already pushing himself up from the couch. “i’ll come by later.”
jeongin’s eye actually twitches.
felix leans over to him, patting his back. “it’s okay.”
“don’t talk to me right now.” he kicks the leg of the couch. hard.
and in that fucking second chan grabs jeongin’s arm, twists it back.
jeongin yelps. “okay— okay— point made— jesus—”
“don’t kick my furniture.” chan says calmly. lets go.
jeongin rubs his arm, glaring. “…you’re all in terrible moods.”
han, meanwhile, is still focused on the important part to his little brain. he looks at changbin again, genuinely excited. “you can stay in my spot.”
you snort. “you don’t have a spot.”
“i do.” he insists. “it’s the left side.”
“that’s just where you end up every night.”
“mhm.”
“yeah. okay.” changbin mutters.
felix suddenly perks up. “should i come too?”
“no.” seungmin, hyunjin and jeongin say at once.
he blinks. “…okay.”
han tugs at your hand lightly. “let’s go, y/n.”
you look at him, at the others. “yeah. sure, baby. bye.”
there’s a chorus of “bye, y/n” from the ones not coming with you.
outside, han is still holding your hand, swinging it slightly, completely forgot everything else the second you stepped out. changbin walks beside you, a little closer than before. seungmin behind you, complaining to chan who is already on his phone.
“i’ll drive.” changbin says. he’s already pulling his keys out, glancing at you just long enough to check your reaction, but han is already dragging you into changbin’s car(he loves that car) so whatever guess it’s decided. seungmin just pats changbin on the shoulder and starts to get into the car too. great.
chan is still by the curb, leaning against his car, phone in hand, typing something out.
you catch his attention without saying anything, so he looks up. he reads the situation instantly. his gaze flicks from you, to changbin, to han on you, to seungmin already halfway to the car.
“i’ll catch up.” he says. he always moves on his own timing.
you fight han off to give him a kiss on the cheek.
behind you, seungmin makes a small annoyed noise. “are we done with the goodbye tour or—”
“relax.” chan says without even looking at him.
seungmin clicks his tongue but doesn’t push it further.
“…i didn’t get one.” han says.
you turn to him. “you get like ten a day.”
he pouts. annoying little bitch. you roll your eyes, grab his face, and kiss his cheek quickly just to shut him up. problem solved.
changbin is unlocking the car. “get in before someone else decides they’re coming too.”
“felix might still try.” you mutter.
“don’t even joke about that.” seungmin says, already in the passenger seat.
he ends up entertaining changbin through the drive there. they talk while you have to deal with han’s bitch ass. okay jk you love him.
what does chan have to do that is more important than his queen y/n? the answer is, of course, burying a body with hyunjin. it’s about an hour later, they’re already somewhere deep in the woods, the dirt is wet, and it makes the shovel heavier a bit. but they’re strong, they can deal with it.
chan’s sleeves are rolled just enough to keep them clean. his hands, though, are a different story.
hyunjin is not like that. hyunjin is standing knee deep in the half dug grave, breathing.
“i’m just saying,” he mutters, jamming his shovel down harder than necessary. “this is fucking ridiculous.”
chan doesn’t look up. “you say that about everything.”
“yeah, because everything lately is fucking ridiculous.”
there’s a dull thud as hyunjin hits a rock. he swears under his breath, kicks it like that’ll fix anything, then bends to yank it out. he tosses it aside with more force than needed.
“we used to be normal.” hyunjin continues, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist, leaving a faint smear of something dark. “you know? kill, dump, move on.”
chan lifts another heavy scoop of dirt and tosses it aside neatly. “we were never normal.”
“you know what i fucking mean.”
“i do, i just don’t care.”
“ha. of course you don’t. you’re one of the boyfriends.” god, that feels good to finally say into chan’s face.
chan finally straightens a little, resting one hand on the shovel handle. “if you have something to say, say it properly.”
“oh, i’ve got a lot to say. i’ve been holding it in all fucking night, because god forbid i ruin the little polycule you’ve got going on.”
chan exhales slowly through his nose. patience. always patience. “be specific.”
hyunjin looks ridiculous. dirt on his arms, jeans ruined, a smear of something definitely not dirt across his pretty jaw. cigarette tucked behind his ear. “four. she’s dating four of you.”
“i’m aware.”
“no, like—four.”
“i can count.”
“can you?”
chan keeps digging. “it’s handled.”
“handled. yeah, man. looks real fucking handled from where i’m standing in a grave at two in the morning.”
“you’re in the grave because you lost rock paper scissors.”
“i lost because seungmin cheats.”
“you always say that.”
“because he does.”
chan shrugs like that’s not his problem. because it isn’t.
“han is just useless. like, actually fucking useless. i don’t even know how he’s still alive. he’s glued to her and she just—lets him.”
“i don’t see the issue.”
hyunjin stares at him like he wants to throw something, but there’s nothing to throw except dirt and honestly that would just make his life worse. he continues. “seungmin is always starting shit. i swear to god, one day he’s gonna fuck something up so badly we can’t clean it. someone like him is not good for y/n, but i can’t say it into his face because he will kill me in my sleep.”
“he kills people over less.”
“exactly why i don’t want him around y/n. and when did changbin even—what, grow a heart? since when does he get to just walk in and— ugh. fuck. it’s messy, all of it. it’s fucking messy, chan. it’s not what y/n deserves.” y/n deserves you, you mean to say, hyunjin.
“…you’re not wrong.” chan admits.
“then why the fuck are you acting like it’s fine? you’re being selfish. all of you are. there is no universe where this is good for y/n.” there we go. it’s not just about him being jealous, he’s also scared of something bad happening to you. he’s looking out for you, that’s what’s really happening. he loves his boys but thinks this is terrible for you, and for fuck’s sake, he was the first, he’s supposed to know you better than any of them but that chance flew away the second han kissed you.
“because it is.”
hyunjin lets out a disbelieving scoff. “you’re fucking delusional.”
“careful.”
hyunjin lets out a long breath, looking off into the dark like he’s trying to find patience out there somewhere.
“i don’t like them touching her.” he admits.
“yeah.” chan says.
“that’s it?”
“what do you want me to say.”
“i don’t know, man, something deep. you’re usually better at this.”
“dig.”
hyunjin groans but bends down anyway, starting to actually move dirt now instead of just standing there like a decoration. i mean he does look good but c’mon he has shit to do. “if she dumps all of you, i’m gonna laugh.” he mutters.
“she won’t.”
“you sound very sure.”
“i am.”
“you would kill for that or—”
“dig, hyune.”
“yeah, yeah, alright, fuck.”
the hole’s deeper now. the air’s colder. chan’s pace hasn’t changed, but there’s a weight sitting between them now that wasn’t there before. heavy. annoying.
hyunjin drags the back of his hand across his mouth, leaving another streak of dirt.
“it’s stupid.” he mutters.
chan closes his eyes because why is this bitch speaking again. “what is?”
“this.”
“be specific.”
“this, man.” he gestures, nearly losing his balance in the hole and catching himself with a curse. “i don’t even know what the fuck this is. it’s not like before, nothing’s like before. i used to know exactly what i wanted. it was easy. now it’s… it’s y/n. all the time. i see something, i think of her. i hear something, i think of her. it’s fucking annoying. i don’t like that they get to have her.”
chan’s shovel hits something harder, rock maybe. he adjusts, keeps going. “i know.”
“no, you don’t.”
“i do.”
“no, you don’t. because you have her. you don’t get it from the outside. you weren’t even upset today when minho told us her and changbin made out.”
“because i knew.”
“since when?”
“weeks.”
hyunjin blinks. “weeks? weeks?”
“yeah.”
“since when, chan?” there’s a tone there now. dangerous, coming from him. not at chan, not really, but it’s there.
chan glances down at the hole, then back at him. “when you cut your arm.”
hyunjin frowns, thrown.
“you were asleep.” chan continues. “i came over to check on you. i went to your room.”
there’s a pause.
hyunjin’s expression changes. slowly. something clicking into place that he really, really wishes hadn’t. “…no.”
“yeah.”
“no.”
“yeah.”
“you’re fucking with me.”
“i’m not.”
“chan.”
“they were kissing on your bed next to you.”
silence.
hyunjin rubs a hand over his face. “…did she—” he stops, swallows. “did she look at me?”
“no.”
“cool. cool. that’s great.”
chan watches him. “you gonna keep digging, or just stand in the hole?”
“…fuck you.”
“valid.”
hyunjin exhales hard, reaches up, grabs the cigarette from behind his ear, shoving it between his lips.
pats his pockets.
left. right. back.
nothing.
he freezes.
pats again. harder this time.
“no, no, no—”
chan doesn’t even look surprised. “lost it?”
“i didn’t lose it.” hyunjin growls, already climbing out of the grave in a rush, boots slipping in the dirt. “it’s here.”
“you always say that.”
“because it is.” he hauls himself up, stumbling slightly as he hits solid ground, immediately digging through his jacket pockets. “where the fuck—” he checks again. and again. and again. getting more frantic each time.
“you’re gonna tear your clothes.” chan says.
“i don’t give a shit about the clothes—where is it— did you take it.”
“why would i take your lighter?”
“because you’re a controlling asshole.”
“i have my own.”
“well i don’t, apparently—”
he checks his pockets again. useless. empty. cigarette still hanging from his mouth in a weird little angle. his breathing’s off now. not huge, just enough to notice for a psycho like chan.
chan watches him for a second, then goes back to digging. “check the car.” he says.
“i had it at the car, chan.”
“then retrace your steps.”
“my steps are here. i’ve been here.”
“then it’s here.”
“i know that, that’s the fucking problem—”
he looks horrible. hair messy. moving fast.
“you good?” chan asks.
“yeah, man.” hyunjin says. “i’m fucking fantastic. love hearing that the girl i’m—” he cuts himself off, jaw tightening. “that she was making out with someone else on my bed while i was bleeding out. really adds to the night.”
“you weren’t bleeding out.”
“you get the point.”
“i do.”
hyunjin shakes his head, looking away. “…i need that fucking lighter.”
“you need to calm down.”
“i’ll calm down when i find it.”
“that’s not calming down, that’s distracting yourself.”
“same thing.”
“not even close.”
hyunjin exhales, long and slow, cigarette still unlit between his lips. “i’m gonna find it.” he says, more to himself.
“good plan.”
“shut up.”
he starts walking off a few steps, scanning the ground.
chan watches him for a second longer, then sighs quietly, grabbing hyunjin’s lighter from his pocket. bitch had it there the whole time. “hey.”
hyunjin turns.
chan flicks it once. holds it out.
hyunjin just stares at it. then at him. then back at it. “…you’re a dick.”
“i know.”
he walks back over anyway. leans in. the flame catches the cigarette, tip glowing faintly in the dark. he inhales, deep. holds it. then exhales, shoulders dropping just a fraction. “…thanks.”
chan nods, snapping the lighter shut, putting into into hyunjin’s pocket himself. that’s brutally intimate. “yeah.”
hyunjin takes another drag, quieter now. not calm, not really, but less like he’s about to rip something apart with his bare hands. he flicks ash to the side, glancing back at the half dug grave.
“…we still gotta finish this, huh.”
“we do.”
“fuck my life.”
“get back in the hole.”
“…yeah, man. yeah.”
chan finally gets to your place around three am. he’s got his own key, has for months now, the chill motherfucker earned it by never making a big deal out of anything. he steps inside, locks it behind him.
you’re on the couch, legs spread wide across seungmin’s lap, back arched, han around your leg. changbin on your other side, and the four of you are locked in the sloppiest, hungriest three way kiss he’s ever seen in his fucking life.
it’s obscene.
seungmin has one hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head so he can claim the left side of your mouth, tongue sliding in deep, slow drags, teeth catching your bottom lip hard enough to make you whimper into him. changbin’s mirroring from the right, softer but no less greedy, lips plush and wet, sucking gently on your tongue before letting it slip back into your mouth so he can chase it again. your lips are swollen, shiny with spit from both of them, and every time one pulls back even a fraction the other dives in deeper, tongues meeting over yours, filthy, sliding. spit strings between your lips when seungmin pulls back for a breath, only for changbin to lick it up immediately, chasing the taste.
han is too busy being a dumb desperate fucker. face buried in your thighs, tongue lapping wet stripes up your skin. he’s grinding his hips forward in helpless little jerks, hard cock rubbing against your calf through his pants, whining pathetically every time you shift and give him more friction.
chan just stands there for a solid five seconds, keys still dangling from his fingers, watching this absolute clusterfuck of limbs and mouths and grinding.
why the fuck does this always happen to him?
every single time he walks in it’s the exact moment someone’s got their tongue down your throat or their hand up your shirt or their dick halfway inside you. last week it was han and seungmin spit roasting you over the kitchen island while you tried to eat cereal. the week before that seungmin had you bent over the arm of this very couch with his face between your legs. and of course let’s not miss that chan had walked in on you kissing next to the sleeping hyunjin. it’s brutally hilarious. he’s not even mad. he’s just… resigned. and hard as fuck already.
for changbin, this is insane. this is huge. they all just found out about him today. today. and now he’s here, in the middle of this, not stepping aside, not waiting his turn. jumped into the cold, deep water, now listening to the wet sounds of tongues and han’s puppy whimpers. that’s not just a step, that’s a fucking leap.
“…didn’t take you long.” chan murmurs, mostly to himself.
seungmin breaks the kiss with a slow, filthy pull, string of spit snapping between his lip and yours. looks over your shoulder at chan with that shit eating smirk. “took you long enough. we started without you.”
“you couldn’t wait?” chan asks.
“oh.” seungmin snorts, face shiny with spit. “please.”
changbin flushes bright red, poor thing still gets embarrassed even when he’s literally got his tongue in your mouth two seconds ago, but he doesn’t pull away. again, huge for him.
chan glances at him briefly. “you’re adjusting quickly.”
“…i decided not to hesitate.” changbin replies, quiet.
chan hums. approving. a little. “good.”
all while han is whining some “chan, hi, come here—she smells so good today—”
chan exhales through his nose, half laugh half groan, and finally moves. drops his keys on the side table, shrugs out of his jacket, adjusts the obvious bulge in his jeans because han’s desperate humping is doing things to him. “y’all are animals.” he mutters.
he climbs onto the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, hovering over you, caging you in with seungmin and changbin still on you.
you tilt your head back immediately, lips parted, still glossy from the other two.
“hey, sweetheart.” he says, low, then he leans down and kisses you slow. deep, controlled, tongue sliding in lazily, tasting the mess the others left behind. one big hand cups the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw, while the other braces on the couch so he doesn’t crush you.
seungmin gives a sound, pleased. changbin makes this soft noise against your shoulder. han slows a little, humming into your skin.
chan glances at the other three. “move over. i’m not watching from the doorway again.”
seungmin snorts. “make us.”
chan sighs, so done with seungmin’s shit, but changbin scoots away a little to give him space, eyes wide.
up until right now? the most he ever got was grinding against you in the dark, both of you still fully dressed, your little moans in his ear while he tried not to bust in his jeans. that was it. that was the peak.
and now he’s watching three other guys absolutely maul you.
the tension is fucking brutal, thicker than the blood they all spill on a daily basis. sexual tension so thick it’s choking him. he’s never felt anything like this. not even close.
now seungmin is mouthing on your neck while chan is kissing you. han has his face pressed to the inside of your thigh, grinding his cock against you still, little wet spot already forming. he’s whining, hips jerking in helpless rhythm while he mouths at your skin.
changbin is sitting there frozen, cock so hard it hurts, leaking through his boxers, staring at all of it. he’s never seen you like this. the energy isn’t normal sex energy. it’s more. overwhelming.
they notice him staring.
seungmin pulls away from you. “c’mere. she’s been waiting for you.” he shifts so he’s kneeling next to the couch, pulls you a little toward the middle so there’s space right in front of you.
chan helps, behind you now, sitting upright against the arm of the couch, big calm chest your new backrest. he pulled you back against him easy, one massive hand splayed across your stomach under your shirt, thumb stroking slow circles. he’s not rushing anything. just holding you open, chin on your shoulder. “easy, baby. let him learn. he’s been waiting real polite.”
han is the pathetic cherry on top, just hugging your leg and humping and whining, teeth scraping the skin right above your knee while he humps faster, little pathetic “uh-uh-uh” noises escaping every thrust.
changbin’s heart’s hammering so loud he can hear it over han’s noises. he never felt anything like this before you. never wanted anything this bad. killing used to be enough, now it’s just background static while his entire soul spins around the wet spot he can already see forming on your shorts. the others are letting him have the most. because he’s new. because they’re generous bastards when they wanna be. or maybe they just love watching him lose his mind.
“c’mere.” chan says, voice so so so calm, and he adjusts you higher on his chest so your ass is basically in changbin’s face now, legs spread wider. “go on, she’s yours tonight.”
seungmin helps, mean hands gripping your thighs, yanking them apart, presenting you.
changbin’s throat clicks when he swallows. “i—fuck—”
“don’t be shy.” seungmin murmurs, reaching over to grab changbin’s wrist and pull his hand to your thigh. “touch her. she wants it.”
watching you nod, changbin’s fingers shake as they land on your skin. warm. soft. trembling himself. he looks up at you and you give him that smile. he leans in slow, kisses you. soft at first, then deeper when you open for him, tongue tentative until seungmin growls “harder” and chan chuckles “she can take it.”
han tugs at the hem of your shorts, whining “off—please—”
seungmin nuzzles his pretty face into yours lovingly, mockingly. “you heard the man, binnie. go on. take her clothes off. we’ll help.”
changbin watches you, legs spread shameless, shorts still on but riding up so high the seam’s digging into your pussy lips and everyone can see the wet spot blooming dark.
his hands are shaking when he reaches for the buttons. you lift your hips for him, god you’re so good, and seungmin and chan both slide their fingers under the fabric when changbin’s dumb little fingers are done with undoing your buttons and zipper, helping peel the shorts down your legs slow, teasing. han actually whimpers when your panties come into view, soaked through, and he starts humping your leg harder like the dumb bitch he is.
“look at that.” seungmin chuckles, flicking the wet spot with one finger.
changbin swallows so hard it clicks. he’s never been happier in his entire murderous life. his face is flushed, lips parted, eyes glued to the dark patch on your panties.
chan reaches down, hooks a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulls it aside for changbin, exposing you completely. “see that?” he watches changbin’s pathetic face, then clicks his tongue to get your attention, driving his pretty hands down to the part between the bottom of your ass and start of your thighs and lifts your legs gently.
your legs stay in the air when he hooks his fingers into your panties and pull them down, exposing you to the room.
changbin’s eyes go wide, breath hitching.
chan spreads your thighs wider, holds you open so changbin can see everything. “look at her.” chan murmurs. “all for you right now.”
you’re looking down at him, biting your bottom lip. god, he looks beautiful like this. in pure awe.
“eat her out.” chan says, voice low. he slides one hand into changbin’s hair, gentle but guiding and pushes his face forward. “she likes it slow at first.“
seungmin has his cheek on your arm. “don’t be a pussy, take what you want. we’ll hold her for you.”
chan’s hands slide under your shirt, rucking it up so your tits spill out. han immediately jumps up and latches onto one nipple, sucking sloppy and desperate. seungmin takes the side of that same boob into his mouth, biting gently.
it all feels so good.
changbin’s staring at all of it, three mouths on you, three sets of hands, and they’re all moving you for him. positioning you. offering you up like a fucking sacrifice. he’s shaking so bad his teeth chatter but he’s never been happier. never felt this wanted, this included, this fucking alive.
he finally leans in. he starts gentle because he’s always gentle to you, you’re just a human compared to the absolute killing machines they are, but the second his tongue touches you he loses the plot. broad, flat lick right up your center, savoring, finally tasting you. you taste like heaven. he moans loud into you, and his big shoulders shudder.
chan’s hand leaves changbin’s hair, lets him on his own, but seungmin takes over instead. seemed fun when chan did it.
god it’s so fucking hot changbin might actually die happy right here between your thighs.
changbin wraps his lips around your clit and sucks like he was born for this exact moment. he’s a natural. zoned in on you, every whimper, every twitch of your thighs, every time your back arches harder against chan’s solid frame. when you buck he just presses one thick arm across your hips to hold you down, the other hand sliding up to spread you wider with two fingers so he can fuck his tongue inside you.
when he does that, his nose is buried right against your clit, rubbing every time he pushes his tongue deeper. you can feel the soft wet heat curling inside, licking at your walls, then pulling out to lap messily at your entrance before diving back in. spit and your slick are dripping down his chin, onto everything.
because every single brain cell he has is screaming “her pleasure her pleasure her pleasure.” all lost in how slippery you are, groaning loud into your pussy because fuck you taste even better than he dreamed. sucking your juices out of you then spitting it back right on your clit to suck it off again.
every time you twitch, their hands adjust you, tilting your hips up so changbin can slide his tongue deeper, pressing you down so he can suck your clit between his lips and hum.
hands everywhere. chan’s rubbing slow circles on your legs while he holds you open, seungmin puts two fingers in your mouth making you suck them while he watches changbin’s tongue disappear inside you, han went back down to the floor to hump you better but reached up to squeeze your tit and knead it.
you’re whining, thighs trembling in their grip, little “changbin, fuck—oh my god—” falling out of your mouth around seungmin’s fingers.
changbin looks up at you through his lashes, those big sweet eyes all glassy and desperate, and the eye contact alone makes you lean your head back on chan’s shoulder. changbin keeps licking you all up, then sucks your clit hard, two fingers sliding in easy because you’re so wet they just glide, curling around, exploring you, making you arch and squirm around.
“that’s it.” chan praises, voice low and warm. “feel how she squeezes? keep doing that, exactly that.”
seungmin pulls the hand out of changbin’s hair to spit on his fingers then reach down to smear it over your clit right where changbin is sucking, making everything messier, slicker. “faster with the tongue.”
changbin’s never been happier, mouth full of you, three sets of hands roaming everywhere, on your tits, your stomach, your ass, his own back, his hair, guiding him deeper, praising him, using him.
“look at him go.” seungmin sneers.
han is crying actual tears now, face smashed against your thigh, tongue occasionally darting out. “changb—changbin you’re so lucky—fuck—i love her pussy too—can i just—”
“no.” seungmin spits out, but he’s grinning, mean and proud. he leans down and spits right on your clit, right where changbin’s tongue is working.
he’s pumping his fingers slowly while his mouth stays glued to your clit, sucking and licking and humming. his free hand is everywhere, gripping your ass, spreading you, thumb rubbing circles right above where his tongue is.
seungmin puts one hand on changbin’s back, rubbing up and down his spine, and changbin is crying. actual happy tears mixing with your wetness on his cheeks. he’s never been happier. never felt this wanted, this centered, this fucking alive.
the others are generous, they’re pushing him forward, hands on his shoulders, in his hair, on your body guiding him, egging him on with every filthy word. “harder, man, suck her like you’ll die without it—” “she’s close, feel her clenching? don’t stop—” “good, keep going—” “oh my god oh my god when is—“ “shut the fuck up, han.”
your hands are in his hair too now, tugging, nails scraping his scalp, and he groans so loud it sends another wave through you. he’s a natural. completely devoted.
the wet sounds are obscene, slick schlick of his fingers, loud sucking on your clit, his desperate moans, han’s whimpering humps, seungmin and chan’s low dirty praise mixing together.
it feels so good for him to be in the focus. to have all the attention to himself, everyone watching his tongue fucking you deeper, fingers speeding up, eyes sliding shut in pure bliss while the others hold you open for him, pet him, praise him, use their hands to make sure you stay exactly where he needs you.
it’s actually fucking catastrophic for him when he makes you cum. he has never felt better about himself before. seeing how your whole body locks up against chan’s chest, back arching so hard your tits shove forward, thighs clamping around changbin’s ears like you’re trying to crush his skull in the sweetest way possible. his fingers are still curled inside you, pumping through every spasm, sucking on you until you’re shaking and whimpering and clawing at chan’s arms because you’ll die if you don’t hold onto something.
when you finally slump back, boneless and panting, whining and squeaking, changbin pulls away slow, lips swollen dark red, chin glistening, eyes wide, breathing hard through his mouth(and it tickles), chest heaving under that tight shirt, cock so hard it’s probably painful against his zipper.
seungmin, the fucker, slides two fingers down your soaked folds, spreads you open wide right in front of changbin’s face, holding your lips apart so changbin can see every pink, fluttering inch still twitching from the orgasm he just gave you.
“look at that pretty cunt.” seungmin says. “still dripping for you. go on. hit it raw tonight. fill her up like you’ve been dreaming about.”
changbin’s brain glitches. actually stops. pupils blow so wide his eyes look black. mouth drops open, no sound comes out at first, just this broken little wheeze like someone punched the air out of him. he’s never heard anything hotter. never felt anything hotter. and seungmin just said raw. raw. inside you. no barrier. just him and heaven and the promise of pumping you full until it leaks back out.
han makes this pathetic noise from the floor. “what? he gets raw? i never get to go raw, that’s not fair she always makes me wear one i—”
“shut the fuck up. you get what she gives you. tonight’s his. cry about it later or i’ll make you lick it off the floor when he’s done.” seungmin says.
han whimpers, but he shuts up fast, goes back to humping your calf in slow, defeated little rolls while he stares up at changbin with big wet puppy eyes full of jealousy and lust.
chan chuckles against your ear, big hand still petting your stomach. “you good with that, y/n?”
you nod, still hazy from the orgasm, lips parted in this soft smile. “yeah. want him raw. want him to feel everything.”
that’s it. changbin’s done. he scrambles to his feet, knees shaky, hands fumbling at his belt like he’s never undressed before in his life. audience watching him strip. seungmin smirking, chan calm, han pouting and grinding, you laid back against chan’s chest looking like every wet dream he’s ever had. it’s humiliating. he manages, shirt yanked over his head first, revealing that chest you’ve been drooling over for weeks, muscles flexing with every ragged breath. jeans next, button, zipper, shoved down with his boxers in one clumsy push. cock springs free, thickness more interesting than the length and flushed dark, tip already leaking.
“fuck.” he breathes. “i—i don’t know if i can last—”
“you will.” seungmin says, still holding you spread. “or i’ll edge you myself with a knife. now get over here and sink in.”
changbin crawls back onto the couch, knees sinking into the cushions between your legs. chan shifts you a little higher, props your hips up perfect so changbin’s got the best angle. seungmin keeps those fingers there another second, spreading you one last time, then pulls them out slow, strings of slick connecting to his fingers before he wipes them on changbin’s chest.
changbin lines up. tip nudges your entrance, hot, slick, so fucking wet from your orgasm and his spit. he pushes in slow at first, just the head, and his whole body jerks like he got electrocuted.
“oh—fuck—oh my god—”
it’s heaven. actual heaven. he’s had pussy before but never anything like this. never this tight, this hot, this wet, this perfect. it’s overwhelming. brutal. his eyes roll back for a second, mouth falling open in this silent scream of pure bliss.
“so tight—fuck—you’re so—uh—” he’s babbling, hips stuttering forward inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. balls pressed flush against you, cock throbbing inside. he stays there, still, breathing hard through his nose, trying not to cum right then and there.
chan’s hand slides up to cup the back of changbin’s neck, thumb stroking soothing. “breathe, big guy. you’re doing good. feel how she’s squeezing you? that’s all for you.”
seungmin leans in, voice fucking honey in changbin’s ear, a charm. “move. fuck her slow at first.”
changbin tries. pulls out halfway, slow, torturous drag that has you both moaning, then slides back in deep. once. twice. building a rhythm that’s really, really desperate. full of feeling. every thrust makes wet, filthy sounds echo in the room.
han is whining louder now, humping your leg faster like he’s trying to match changbin’s pace. seungmin reaches down and pinches your clit lightly, rolling it between his fingers while changbin fucks you, making your walls flutter harder around him.
“god—fuck—she’s gripping me so tight—i can feel everything—” changbin’s voice cracks, hips starting to snap harder. “never felt—never—shit—i’m gonna—”
“not yet.” chan murmurs, calm as ever. “hold it. make her cum again first. you can do it.”
changbin nods frantically, leans down so his chest presses to yours, big arms caging you in while chan holds you from behind. he fucks deeper now, long, rolling thrusts that hit that spot every time, cock dragging against your walls like it was made for this.
his mouth finds yours, messy, desperate kiss, tongue sliding in(though way more messier now) while he keeps moving, keeps filling you up raw.
you’re moaning into his mouth, hands in his hair, nails scraping his scalp. you feel just as good as he does. seungmin is still playing with your clit, fast little circles now. han’s tongue is on your thigh again, licking up the mess that’s dripping down. chan is whispering praise in your ear, “so good for him, baby, taking his cock so pretty” and it’s too much and building and building and building and oh my god i’m gonna—
this orgasm is harder. walls clamping down, milking him, fluttering so violently changbin’s hips stutter and he chokes out a broken “fuck—fuck—i’m—baby—”
he tries to hold it. really tries. but you’re too much. too hot. too perfect. he buries himself deep one last time, cock pulsing, and cums inside you, hot, thick ropes painting your walls, filling you up until it’s leaking out around him.
when he finally stills, seungmin smiles wide, pulls his fingers away from your clit, smears the slick across changbin’s lips.
han is still whining, cock leaking through his pants. “my turn next? please?”
chan gives a strict little hum. “give it a minute.”
changbin doesn’t move, can’t really, just stays buried inside you, soft now but still twitching, arms wrapped around you. he’s never been in anything hotter. never will be.
you smile, kiss his sweaty temple, murmur: “good job, baby. you did so good.”
he lets out a brutally shaky breath. chan actually chuckles at him because he’s been there too. changbin leans back slow, cock softening but twitching every time your walls flutter around him from the aftershocks. he’s a sweaty, flushed mess, chest heaving, stomach slick, that big sweet face all dazed and blissed out like he just got hit by a truck made of pussy.
he finally pulls out with this wet, obscene sound that makes han whine like a kicked dog from the floor. cum leaks out of you immediately, thick and white, dripping down your ass onto the couch that hyunjin will crash out over again.
changbin stares at it because it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, one shaky hand reaching out to smear it back inside you.
“holy fuck.” he breathes, voice fucked. “that was… i can’t… huh.”
han scrambles up from the floor so fast he almost faceplants, pants shoved down just enough that his cock springs free, already leaking, flushed angry red, bobbing. he’s whining nonstop, these high pitched desperate sounds that would be pathetic if they weren’t so fucking endearing. “baby, please, my turn, need you—been so good—please—”
your legs are shaky, cunt puffy and sensitive, your back sweaty, connected to chan’s shirt, but you reach for him anyway. cup his face with both hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks while he pants into your palm. “c’mere, baby.” you murmur. “i got you.”
han climbs up clumsily, knees on the couch, cock bumping against your thigh as he tries to line up. you guide him, small hand wrapping around his base, stroking once, twice, slow and loving while he whimpers around.
he sinks in slow at first because you’re guiding him, because you’re sweet to him, because even though he’s a brain dead horny mess you always give him love. the stretch is different after changbin, han is not as thick but he’s longer, hits in a way that makes your toes curl even though you’re still oversensitive.
you gasp softly, kiss his temple, whisper “easy, baby, just feel me.”
and he actually tries… for like five seconds.
then the desperation wins. he starts jackhammering. fast. sloppy. hips snapping like he’s trying to fuck his soul into you, cock pistoning in and out with these wet, filthy slaps that echo in the room. he’s so vocal it’s ridiculous, moaning loud, babbling nonstop, every thrust accompanied by a high whine or a “love you” or a choked “shit shit shit.”
it’s too much. way too much. you already came and your clit’s swollen, nerves fried, pussy still pulsing. the jackhammering feels good in that overwhelming, almost painful way, but it’s not gonna make you cum again. not like this. not with him going a million miles an hour like a rabbit on crack.
you’re moaning anyway, because it’s han, because he’s so fucking desperate for you it’s cute, because the stretch and the heat and the way he’s shaking are all hot.
seungmin’s hand works your clit, making your hips jerk because it’s too sensitive, too direct, sparks shooting up your spine that are almost painful. you whine around, thighs trembling, but he just laughs. “too much? tough shit. take it.”
chan is everywhere else, big hands roaming your tits, pinching your nipples, then soothing with slow circles. one arm locked around your waist holding you down so han can pound deeper.
han is fucking losing it, face buried in your neck, teeth grazing your skin, hips stuttering faster, sloppier. “gonna cum—fuck—can’t—baby—love you—gonna—y/n—” he’s shaking like a leaf, cock throbbing inside you, and you just pet his hair even though your body’s screaming from overstimulation.
changbin is watching the whole thing from where he slumped back against the arm of the couch, still naked, cock half hard again just from the sight. his eyes are wide, lips parted, breathing shallow like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
first he watches han, how the dumb fuck goes from sweet and trembling to feral in seconds, how you handle him so gently. changbin feels this weird warm ache in his chest. god, he knew the guy in high school and now he sees him like… this. han is so open about it, so shamelessly needy, and you give him exactly what he needs without making him feel stupid. changbin never had that. never been that vulnerable. it makes him feel… soft. protective almost. even he wants to wrap han up after and tell him he did good too.
then seungmin. changbin’s stomach flips. there’s something brutal and hot about how seungmin handles you without ever asking permission, so confident and always right. changbin’s not like that. he’s jealous for half a second, then just… in awe.
he watches chan holding you together. changbin feels safe just looking at him. like if chan is chill, everything’s okay.
and you, oh his fucking god, hips twitching from the overstimulation, petting han’s hair while he cries into your neck about how much he loves you. you’re glowing. fucked and happy and so fucking loved it’s written all over your face.
changbin is really happy right now.
like, stupid happy.
he’s sitting there covered in sweat and cum and your juices, watching the four of you. his heart’s doing this weird fluttery thing because he’s part of it now. really part of it.
han slams in deep one last time, whole body seizing, whining “baby—fuck—eeuughghh—” as he unloads, adding to changbin’s mess, hips jerking while he rides it out.
then he collapses on top of you, panting, babbling into your collarbone.
seungmin holds your face to kiss you. chan bounces you a little, comforting, loving, manly, so fucking characteristic because what do you mean this is a ruthless serial killer doing this.
changbin crawls closer, big hand sliding up your thigh, careful not to jostle han. you reach for him, tug him up so he’s half draped over han, face close to yours.
“you were good, baby.” you tell him.
han mumbles something happy and incoherent against your neck. then starts moving again. this bitch. just one little thrust, testing the waters, like he thinks nobody’s gonna notice.
you feel it immediately. that oversensitive drag inside you, walls already raw and fluttering from changbin’s thick cock and han’s frantic pounding, clit throbbing. it’s not pleasure anymore, it’s too much.
“han, no.” you gasp, voice cracking, hands pushing at his shoulders. “baby, stop. stop stop stop.”
he freezes for half a second, big dumb eyes blinking up at you all confused and heartbroken. “but… but i’m still hard. felt so good, wanna go again, please? just one more? i’ll be quick i swear—”
seungmin snorts, already grabbing a fistful of han’s hair and yanking his head back hard enough to make him yelp. “the fuck you will. she said no. you deaf or just that fucking stupid?”
han whines high and pathetic, hips still twitching forward on instinct. “but she always lets me go multiple rounds, i’m good—i was good—”
changbin is still kneeling there, eyes wide, hand hovering like he wants to help but doesn’t know how. he looks between you and han, then at seungmin and chan, clearly torn between feeling bad for the dumbass and being grateful someone’s finally putting a leash on him. “she… she okay?” he asks soft, voice all sweet concern. “i didn’t hurt her did i?”
you manage a shaky laugh, reach out to pet changbin’s cheek because god he’s precious. “no baby you were perfect. just too much now. all of you. need a break.”
“want me to get you water? or… or a towel? anything?”
you nod, grateful. “water would be good, thank you.”
changbin scrambles off the couch, still naked and gorgeous, dick swinging as he heads to the kitchen like a man on a mission. han watches him go with pure jealousy, then slumps against you again, defeated.
you close your eyes for a second, breathing through the overstimulation, feeling the four of them around you, seungmin soothing your thighs, chan bouncing you softly, han nuzzling his pretty face into your chest, changbin coming back with a cold glass of water and a damp towel like the sweetest boy alive.
you sip the water slow, let changbin dab gently between your legs, cleaning up the mess without making it worse.
changbin is happy, happy to be included, happy you’re okay, happy to wait.
after everyone took a five second breather (you mostly just trying not to vibrate out of your skin from the overstimulation), the other two got their turns. fair’s fair.
long story short, seungmin went next, condom on, slid in deep, slow at first, then picked up this brutal rhythm that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, growling shit like “feel that, babe? that’s how you take it when i want you to” while chan held your legs open and changbin just stared with his mouth hanging open.
every thrust bottomed out because seungmin always gets what he fucking wants, and while he was balls deep, you wrapped a hand around changbin’s still sensitive dick, jerking him lazy and sloppy while seungmin kept pounding.
his eyes rolled back, big chest heaving, whispering “fuck—baby—thank you—oh god—” then came all over your stomach, literally couldn’t believe he was allowed to participate again. adorable.
seungmin didn’t chase your orgasm though. he knew chan was saving that for last, so he just railed you until you were a shaking, whimpering mess, clit too fried to even twitch right, and then he pulled out, snapped the condom off, and came across your stomach.
then chan, the other condom king, finally got his turn and holy shit did he deliver. he flipped you onto your stomach, pulled your hips up and slid in slow and thick, we can act like it was an out of body experience but tbh you were too slippery to actually feel him sliding in and only felt him hitting your cervix. you were so sensitive by then, pussy puffy, walls raw, every thrust sending sparks that were half pain half heaven, but chan fucked good.
one big hand rubbing slow circles on your clit while the other pinned your hips so you couldn’t squirm away. all while you reached over and jerked han off because he was literally crying about it. he came instantly, lots. like, ropes on ropes on your arm, your side, the couch. and then—oh. again. wow. immediately after. just kept spurting.
after all the overstimulation and edging and jackhammer bullshit, chan fucked you into a proper, shaking, toe curling orgasm that had you sobbing into the cushion. walls clamping so hard he groaned like he was in pain, then filled the condom while holding you through the aftershocks. perfect. gentlemanly murder daddy shit.
han came so many times it stopped being impressive and started being concerning.
after chan pulled out and kissed your back all sweet, han climbed on one more time and got all pouty and “y/n please please please” until you sighed, spread your legs one more time, and let him go crazy.
you felt everything, the burn of overstimulation, the wet slide of all the cum already inside you, the way his cock dragged against raw nerves until it hurt so bad it looped back around to feeling insane.
he came again. and again. and again. you lost count somewhere around the sixth because every time you thought “okay that’s gotta be it” he’d whine “one more please baby i’m so close—” and then dump another load. by that time even everyone grew tired of it, even seungmin shut his fucking mouth and just laid back to watch. maybe slap changbin on the arm a few times just to get him flustered. or han’s ass but stopped when he realized that han liked it.
that went on until han finally, f i n a l l y, emptied his balls for real. like literally came without anything coming out, just his cock twitching and pulsing, whole body seizing, eyes crossing adorably in pure brain melt pleasure, mouth open in this silent scream while his balls tried to push out anything.
and changbin? jesus christ, what an experience for him.
this man walked in thinking maybe he’d get a big talk and seungmin holding a knife to his throat just for you to save him, maybe a blowjob if he was lucky. instead he got… tongue fucked you to an orgasm, went raw and came inside you, watched seungmin rail you deep while you jerked him off, saw han cum approximately seventeen times, witnessed chan give you the orgasm of the century, and then watched han rabbit fuck you into the ground until the poor bastard finally ran out of ammo.
he couldn’t believe it was real every time someone came or you moaned or han whimpered through another dry orgasm. at one point he just stared at the mess on your thighs (his, seungmin’s condom lube, han’s endless loads, chan’s sweat) and actually made a whiny little sound. chan heard and patted him on the back.
you felt like you’d been hit by a truck full of dicks in the best and worst ways. pussy throbbing, clit numb, thighs sticky with everyone’s mess, throat raw from moaning and crying out, but also this warm floaty satisfaction because your murderous idiots had all gotten what they needed.
overstimulated to fuck, yeah, but loved to death. literally.
soo yeah. you’re the whole center of this shitshow. take han and felix, if you told them to sit, they’d sit. if you told them to stay, they’d stay. if you told them to follow you into a burning building, they’d do it without a second thought. not because they’re obedient, but because it’s you.
everything spins around you.
changbin changed, and it happened fast. like, concerningly fast. the kind of fast where if this were normal people, you’d be like “hey man maybe slow down before you ruin your life” but none of you are normal people, so instead it’s just… impressive. terrifying. a little hot. mostly insane.
he saw you, saw the others, saw the situation, and instead of pulling back like he normally would, he stayed. he participated. he let himself be seen.
that’s not just physical, that’s emotional as fuck for him.
the single four are… in fucking hell, let’s be real. like jeongin goes out more. flirting harder. partying like he’s trying to physically outrun the fact that you’re not choosing him. he’ll come back smelling like alcohol and someone else’s perfume, grin all cocky, act like he doesn’t give a shit, and then the second he sees you with them? yeah. that grin drops real fucking quick.
minho is creepy about it. not new, he’s always been creepy, but now it’s targeted.
he watches. like, a lot. he’ll just be there sometimes. in the background. leaning against a wall, sitting somewhere he shouldn’t be, eyes on you and whichever combination of your boyfriends you’ve got that day.
and he comments. at the worst times. “you let him touch you like that?” “you didn’t do that with me.” “you look better when you’re with him. interesting.” like bro shut the fuck up??? no one asked??? okay he’s actually a little funny but still.
he’s struggling the most internally, probably. because he feels it, but instead of dealing with it like a semi normal psycho, he just… lets it rot and then pokes at it. which is so much worse.
felix. oh my god. felix. you can literally see the jealousy on his face sometimes, because it comes out as confusion. he’ll be standing there, watching you with them, and you can see the gears turning (slowly, painfully) in his head. “…i want that.” he’ll say at some point. and everyone just stares at him because yeah. no shit, felix. we all know.
he’s supportive, though. weirdly. but mostly because he’s too dumb not to be.
hyunjin drinks a lot more. he’s so not fine it’s actually embarrassing. he doesn’t talk about it, except when he’s drunk, which is often now, and even then it comes out sideways. complaining about the others, making comments, acting like it’s about them when it’s very obviously about you. he humps his pillow a lot too, yeah that’s actually connected to the absolute mental fuck he’s living in at the moment.
but they don’t back up, why would they? this is their first time experiencing this and they, no matter how much it hurts, love it and love you. it just… comes out weird sometimes.
like minho. you already know it’s gonna be bad when he walks in holding something behind his back.
“i got you something.” he says.
never a good sentence from him. not once. not ever.
“i don’t want it.” you reply immediately.
“you haven’t even seen it.”
“i don’t need to, sweetheart.”
you end up throwing up straight to the nearest surface because oh my god that is a severed arm. stitched. badly. like he tried to fix it.
“i thought you’d like it.” he says, watching you die around. “i sewed it back together.”
he didn’t think you’d like it. he just wanted some attention.
you’re gagging. violently.
the already boyfriends can be problems too. you take han and changbin shopping once and han is useless. completely useless. he follows you around, holding whatever you hand him, getting distracted every five seconds.
“which one?” you ask, holding up two shirts.
he stares at them. “…the… that one.”
“they’re both ‘that one,’ love.”
he smiles, proud of himself anyway.
changbin is actually trying. paying attention. noticing what you look at, what you hesitate on, what you put back.
but even for some minutes, they can behave. and god, they’re such good company. and then han trips over absolutely nothing and takes out an entire rack of clothes. okay nvm.
hyunjin is a disaster. one night he stumbles into you, literally like actually collides into you because his coordination is shot, and then just… doesn’t move. just stands there. holding you. arms around you, head dipping down like he forgot how to hold it up.
“…hi.” you say.
he hums. that’s it.
he never felt shit before you, just empty murder highs, and now he’s got this crush that’s eating his pretty little brain alive and the only way he can cope is by humping his fucking pillow. the second he’s in his soft black sleep pants and oversized shirt, ready to go to sleep, his dick is already twitching while he’s crawling into bed.
he starts slow usually, hugs the pillow to his chest like it’s your waist, leans all the way over it so his whole torso is curved down, smushing that beautiful face right into the sheets right next to it, nose buried, mouth open and panting against the fabric while his hips start slamming forward.
he looks so pretty like that, back arched, ass up, sweatpants barely hanging on his hips, cock sliding wet and messy between the pillow and his stomach. or pulls his pants just low enough under his balls so his bare cock can drag along the pillow seam over and over.
he’ll grind in these fast little rabbit thrusts at first, all desperate, then switch to these long powerful strokes where he rears back and drives forward like he’s actually fucking you. his pretty hair sticks to his forehead, eyes squeezed shut, hips snapping hard and sloppy.
he grinds in circles sometimes, then switches to straight pounding thrusts that make the whole bed creak, drooling a little because he’s so lost in the fantasy of you under him moaning his name, telling him he’s the prettiest killer you’ve ever let inside you.
he’ll hump faster and faster, face completely smashed into the mattress now, one hand clawing the sheets while the other keeps the pillow in place.
when he cums he’ll freeze up, whole body shaking, shooting all over the pillow and his own stomach and the sheets in thick ropes. all while he knows han is probably balls deep in you right now being a dumb happy fuck, seungmin is rocking you into the bed, chan is using you all calm and deep like he owns that pussy, and changbin is lifting you with those stupid sweet muscles and making you cum while smiling.
and hyunjin is here alone on his knees, humping fabric, cuming so hard his vision whites out, then immediately cuddling the cum soaked pillow like it’s you. he’d carve his own ribs out and hand them to you if it meant you’d let him be the fifth.
it’s pathetic, it’s constant, it’s the only release he has since you made feelings happen inside of him, and every single orgasm just makes the crush worse because it’s never enough.
he’s out there killing people and writing your name in their blood by day, then coming home to destroy his poor pillow by night, knees digging into the mattress, face buried, cock throbbing, wishing harder than anything that one of these nights you’d just walk in and catch him like this so you could finally add him to the collection and put the poor pretty boy out of his humping misery.
the others text him proof of life from your bed and he just humps harder, tears mixing with drool, still in those sleep clothes, still on his knees. you did this to him and he wouldn’t trade it for all the corpses in the world.
sometimes he even gets on his back with the pillow shoved between his thighs, squeezing it tight with his legs while he bucks up into it, hands fisting the sheets, pretty eyes rolling back as he imagines you riding him instead of that stupid lump of cotton. or switch to side lying next, spooning the pillow hard, pinning it down, one hand reaching down to guide his cock against the edge, other hand pinching his own nipple through the shirt because he imagines it’s your mouth. teeth sunk into the sheets to stay quiet because changbin gets pissy when he doesn’t get his sleep.
he’ll twist his hips side to side sometimes, grinding in little circles, pretending it’s you riding him slow and teasing. the t shirt he wears to sleep bunches under his armpits, sweat making it cling to his skin, nipples hard against the cotton.
i totally got carried away with this but you get my point. he’s stupidly obsessed.
or take when you and chan are out. just the two of you. rare. calm. walking down a quiet street, talking about nothing important. it’s nice. suspiciously nice.
chan is mid sentence when he suddenly stops. looks at a bush. just a random bush. and he kicks it. hard.
and out of the bush? jeongin comes rolling out.
you blink. “…what the fuck.”
chan doesn’t even look surprised, just stares down at him.
jeongin groans, pushing himself up, leaves in his hair. “…rude.” he mutters, brushing himself off like this is all very inconvenient for him. then he looks at you. “hey.”
“hi.” you reply.
“you look good.”
“thank you. what were you doing in there?”
“i was passing by.” stalking you.
“through the bush?”
“short cut.”
“okay. we are going to that cafe we’ve been to once with felix, wanna come along?”
“absolutely.”
chan has to close his eyes and take a breath.
you get coffee. he makes chan buy him something too.
and when the three of you are sitting and you and chan start fucking MAKING OUT right in front of jeongin’s face, not only his pants get tighter but also his short little temper. glares into his ice coffee, listening to the wet sounds coming from the coolest guy he knows and the love of his life. you don’t even feel bad, it’s his fault for stalking you.
or you walk into your kitchen one day, half awake, expecting maybe coffee, maybe peace, and instead you get felix hunched over your sink making the most horrific noise you’ve ever heard. like wet, choking, absolutely disgusting.
you freeze. “…what the fuck.”
he doesn’t answer, he just… throws up.
and it’s blood. and teeth. actual fucking teeth. they hit the sink with this awful little clink clink clink and you just stand there, staring, your brain refusing to process what you’re seeing.
“…felix.”
he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking mildly inconvenienced. “yeah?”
“why are there teeth in my sink.”
he looks down. squints. “…oh.”
“oh??? felix, what the fuck is that—”
“not mine.” he says quickly.
“i KNOW they’re not yours, why are they HERE—”
“i ate a guy earlier.”
“…and that results in this?”
he shrugs. “sometimes.”
you actually scream. like a loud, gut wrenching scream that scares felix too.
chan of course immediately comes in, ready to fucking die for you, but when he sees that it’s just a felix situation he takes one glance and sighs. “he ate too fast.”
you make a noise that is not human.
and when minho gets in one of his moods, which is happening more often now, you have to physically remove him from whatever dark corner he’s chosen to brood in.
“we’re going outside.” you tell him one time, grabbing his wrist.
he doesn’t resist. watches you tell the other boys around that you’re taking minho on a walk and them replying with grunts.
so you take minho on walks sometimes.
“you don’t have to hold my hand.” he says at one point, staring at your fingers laced with his. he likes it, he’s just confused.
“you were about to follow a random guy into an alley.”
“he looked interesting.”
you tighten your grip. “we’re walking. not following people.”
“…you’re treating me like a dog.”
“you’re acting like one.”
“would you still keep me if i bit someone.”
“depends. did they deserve it?”
“…probably.”
“then yeah, i’d keep you.”
he goes quiet after that. walks a little closer.
and you’re… fine. content, even. you like them the way they are. yes, even when they come home from killing or felix bolts after the mailman again. even while emotionally, they’re toddlers. this is their first time dealing with something actually happening inside of their hearts and they’re grown men who can and will commit felonies about it.
instead of tantrums in a grocery store, you get: “where are you going?”
“out.”
“with who?”
“alone.”
“…no.”
“what do you mean no?”
“you’re not going alone.”
“i’m literally just—”
“i’m coming.”
“you’re not invited.”
“i don’t need to be.”
and that’s on a good day.
because god forbid you try to do anything independently. god forbid.
you don’t really go anywhere alone anymore. not because they won’t “let” you, but because dealing with the aftermath is so fucking exhausting it’s just not worth it.
the second you’re not within arm’s reach, it’s: “where is y/n?” “she said she’d be here.” “why isn’t she here?” “who has her?” who has her. bro.
they’re foaming at the mouth for you, basically.
if you’re alone with one of them, the other will make you know he thought of you.
take felix, he’ll bring you things. random shit. completely useless. sometimes horrifying.
“i got this for you.”
“…is that a bone?”
“yeah.”
“why?”
“thought you’d like it.”
“…thanks.”
“you’re welcome :)”
so your life lowkey stops being yours but you’re fine with that because you can tell these boys love you.
that they need you.
like, minho holds your hand when he’s with you. when you’re going somewhere and take him along, his hand is in yours. he used to do that as a child too, grab onto adults’ hands. walk with them like that. and now, it’s you. he trusts you like a kid trusts an adult.
anytime you get a moment of piece from the four boyfriends, jeongin is like “hey, c’mon. ditch them.” like it’s that easy. like the four other guys wouldn’t absolutely throw hands about it. he’s cheeky about it too. always pushing. stealing your attention in little ways, pulling you aside, whispering shit in your ear, making you laugh when you really shouldn’t be laughing. all because he really wants to spend time with you.
yeah they all tried to slit your throat at some point but whatever, people grow. life’s good. you’re getting dicked down proper and you’re loved by psychos who have never felt anything before you.
you have to go with han everywhere. like, let’s say he’s dragging you by the wrist to the gas station at 2am because he wants food. you have to drive there because he’s also not in the mood to walk. he talks to you the whole way(or paces out in silence, who knows what’s in that tiny brain), giggling when you let him place his hand on your thigh, then immediately tries to finger you because he was close. you didn’t let him.
oh yeah han likes fingering you. is actually mesmerized by it. like the second his clumsy fingers slide inside you he is just in awe. and since normal in and out fingering barely pleasures any woman, he has to do it RIGHT because you deserve the best.
he’ll be knuckle deep, tongue poking out in concentration, staring at his own hand in your cunt while he mutters “fuck baby you’re so warm and wet and i’m IN you, like actually inside your body, this is crazy, i’m touching your squishy bits and you’re letting me, holy shit i love you.” ??? so dumb.
he gets so lost in the sauce he forgets basic rhythm. sometimes he just holds his fingers still and wiggles them like he’s trying to scramble eggs, or he’ll do these weird little helicopter spins. sometimes even mimics the helicopter noises. half the time it doesn’t even feel that good, it’s just pressure and awkward poking and you’re trying not to laugh because he looks so happy. but the second you grab his wrist and go “han, baby, curl them up like this, yeah just like that—fuck, right there” his whole face lights up. then he locks in.
suddenly he’s doing it right, pumping and curling and rubbing your clit with his other hand in these sloppy enthusiastic circles while he babbles “is this good? am i doing it right? omg your pussy just clenched on me like it likes me, i think it likes me more than chan does, wait no don’t tell him i said that.”
and he watched when chan made you squirt all over his cock. this is not random i promise i have a point. anyways. you and chan were going at it hard, chan had you folded basically in half, that manly grip on the backs of your thighs, pounding you slow and deep while you moaned like a whore. han was “allowed” to watch but the idiot kept creeping closer and closer until his face was two inches from where chan’s cock was splitting you open.
he was being such an inconvenience, breathing heavy, whispering “whoa” every time chan bottomed out, occasionally poking your clit with one curious finger. chan just grunted “stay out of the way” but didn’t kick him off because han looked so pathetically grateful.
then you started squirting on chan’s cock. loud, messy, gushing in powerful arcs that soaked chan’s abs, your own tits, and sprayed all the way up to han’s stupid face. his eyes were so wide, mouth open, getting absolutely blasted by your squirt while chan kept thrusting through it, calm as ever, growling “that’s it, good girl, soak me.”
han got a full facial of your cum, blinking through it, cum dripping off his eyelashes, and all he could say was “holy shit… it’s warm… and it tastes a little like… pineapple??” while licking his lips.
he looked so creepy and so delighted at the same time, just sitting there covered in your mess. tbh it was the best day of his life. you and chan both started giggling mid orgasm because han was trying to catch more in his mouth.
here comes my point, finally, but when you gave HAN one? when he was knuckle deep, following your instructions like a good boy, and you suddenly gushed all over his hand and wrist and halfway up his forearm? he lost his entire fucking mind.
his mouth fell open, eyes went brutally wide, and he let out this high pitched “EEEEEEEEEEE” noise. he didn’t even know squirting had a name, to him it was just “the magic hose thing that means i fingered y/n good.” he kept his fingers inside you, gently stirring through the mess, whispering in total awe “baby… you peed? no wait that’s not pee, that’s… that’s girl cum? did i make you do the sprinkler? oh my god i made you do the sprinkler with my fingers, i’m the best boyfriend ever, i’m gonna tell the boys but not seungmin because he’ll call me a virgin again.”
talks about it too, he’ll be in the middle of a kill and he’ll turn to the tied up victim like “hey man, guess what, last night my girlfriend squirted on my hand so hard it looked like a water gun, i didn’t even know that’s what it was called, it was awesome.” then he stabs the guy extra happy because he’s still riding the high.
he chases it like a crackhead. the second you’re alone he’s pawing at your pants going “can we do the sprinkler thing again? please? i’ll be so good, i’ll curl my fingers exactly like you showed me, i’ll even use two hands if you want, just tell me when it’s coming so i can watch it shoot out like a fountain, it’s the coolest thing i’ve ever seen and i once watched a guy’s guts fall out like spaghetti.”
he still doesn’t fully get what squirting is. he just knows it’s hot, knows it means he did good, knows it means you felt so fucking good because of him, and that’s enough to make him hump the air every time he thinks about it.
the others are so fucking done with him.
hyunjin needs you the most maybe, so he steals you sometimes. he’ll just go up to you(with brutal confidence btw) wrap one arm around your waist and whisper “come with me tonight, please” yeah no that’s it you’re bought.
he’s so romantic, he doesn’t understand why you don’t want him like you want the others.
he’ll hump your leg a little when he thinks you’re not noticing because the crush still hurts so bad, but he never pushes because why would he want to force anything on this lovely human? just needs you there so the ache feels a tiny bit less like dying.
jeongin likes to take you just… anywhere with him tbh. breaking into places after hours(you stay outside and he brings you shit back), stealing a car(you’re terrified and don’t get in), or just dragging you to the beach so he can show off by doing backflips in the water. lives his best life when you let him put a hand into your back pocket.
minho grabs your hand like i said and tugs you along to wherever the fuck his creepy brain wants to go that night. old graveyard, rooftop, back alley where he just killed someone ten minutes ago. he never tells you about it and you always get scared to death.
chan, gladly, makes plans before and actually tells you about it. but knows deep down that you’d be down even if he didn’t tell you about it beforehand. bc like… that’s dada. changbin is pretty much the same, except that you can tell he’s trying to be good.
seungmin either asks you at the very start of the day or growls “move your ass, we’re going” and slaps it on the way out??? bitch.
one night hyunjin steals you for deep talking and gentle thigh humping against a tombstone. next night jeongin has you giggling while he spray paints dicks on cop cars and tries to talk you into letting him eat you out. minho just silently pulls you into dark alleys but you don’t know it’s him so you always get scared to death. han will literally start crying if you try to say no, so you always end up with him. chan will get you to hang around in the garage while it’s incredibly boring but he’s having fun with the cars and you so sure whatever. felix never knows what he wants so you take him to a zoo or something. the animals always like him. changbin spends much more time with you now that you’re together, it’s mostly staying in tho because that’s calm and you need the peace, and of course, babygirl(buff evil serial killer) wants the best for you.
they’re all such immature little shits about it. can’t handle their own feelings so they make it your problem by physically hauling you around.
but to be honest… you like that they panic and steal and grab and whine and need you this bad. you like that the ones who tried to kill you once are now so stupidly in love they can’t function without your hand in theirs.
so yeah. you go with them. every single time. because saying no would probably make one of them actually combust, and honestly it’s kind of cute watching eight grown serial killers turn into clingy manchildren the second you walk into the room.
so, in a nutshell, you’re the fucking boss, y/n. the fucking queen. your collection’s growing, you’re just enjoying the ride(literally and figuratively) while they all fight over who gets to hold your hand next.
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