₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader
₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?
₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~
₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ special chapter warnings; talks of cult-like behavior (nothing too in depth), graphic depictions of violence, multiple character deaths, mild references/implication of ptsd, smut, threesome, mxmxf, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), knotting, cum-sharing, mild dirty talk?? I think that’s everything- VIOLENCE WILL BE MARKED WITH PINK TEXT BEFORE AND AFTER SO THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO SKIP IT MAY DO SO but it is major plot points so I tried to dial it back as much as possible and not be super descriptive- proceed with caution if easily triggered
The world outside was cold, blanketed in a thick white sheet of snow that never seemed to end even weeks after the first snow fall.
With the weather persisting the way it was, fresh snow falling just as the previous was showing signs of melting even slightly, Chan had made the decision to cut back on patrols. You weren’t sure if it was fully because of the snow or if the protection they realized they had having a human here had caused the wolf hybrid to feel a bit more at ease causing him to change from daily patrols to now only weekly.
It had been nice, regardless of the reason behind it, to have the canines at the cabin more often. You slowly began to wear the beagle hybrid down as you found Seungmin warming up to you more and more each day, even seeking out your company on his own some afternoons when you would be in his and Jisung’s shared room reading to the chipmunk from the book you had gifted him.
Today was one of those days, sitting curled up with Seungmin on one side and Jisung on the other as you helped the later sound out words while teaching him to read simple sentences from the book.
You felt a sudden tugging feeling in your chest causing you to look up at the doorway and see Jeongin leaning against the wooden frame, a soft smile on his face and his ears twitching lightly atop his head. A matching smile found your lips and you giggled at him, shaking your head. “What?” The fox shrugged, slowly entering the room and coming to sit at the edge of the bed. “Dunno, just thinking about how you told me once you wanted to be a teacher…you would have been a really good one, I think.” At the youngest’s words Jisung gasped, sitting up a bit straighter as he looked at you with his soft brown eyes so wide they looked comically. “You were a teacher before? That’s so cool! No wonder you are so smart.” Your smile saddened as you shook your head, hand coming up to brush some of his hair away from his face and give a few soft scratches behind his tiny ears. “No, I wasn’t…just wanted to be one. I kind of helped my mama teach my younger siblings sometimes but it wasn’t more than a dream, really…I was made for other things in life, not meant to work or have a job.”
Your words made the hybrids around you frown, Seungmin being the one to speak up after a while. “You…talk about yourself like a hybrid would. Like you’re not human- why?”
You paused for a moment, looking between their faces hesitantly before sighing softly. “I was raised that way, I guess…taught that women and men were very different and that it is a woman’s duty to provide for their husbands in a more…traditional way.” They all looked at you expectantly, their eyes urging you to continue and you shook your head with a little laugh. “Why the sudden curiosity with how I was raised?” You questioned, tilting your head at them slightly. “It’s not sudden, we’ve just been holding back cause you didn’t seem to wanna talk about it before…and because we didn’t know you as well then.” Jisung said softly, curling into your side as his sweet syrupy scent washed over you. Jeongin fought the growl in the back of his throat as the older hybrid clung to you, the fact that you were his mate being the only thing to calm him as he watched the chipmunk heavily scent you so openly in front of him even though he knew Jisung meant nothing by it and was only wanting to comfort you.
With another sigh, you nodded and decided to indulge them a bit. “I grew up in a very strict environment. Little boys are raised to be strong and to provide for their families while little girls are raised to be good wives. Women are seen more as property than people, I guess the way hybrids are…” The room was silent as the three hybrids watched you tell your tale of where you came from, but with your newfound hearing abilities you could hear how their heartbeats’ quickened at your words. “I was taught to cook, clean, raise children, and obey….first to obey my father and by extension my mother, and then to obey my husband for when the time would come. I was the oldest of twelve so-“ Jeongin cut you off then, a loud gasp coming from his lips. “Twelve?! There were twelve of you?” You laughed a bit at his reaction, nodding your head. “Yes. Eight sisters and three brothers. Again, I was the oldest so that would make nine girls total…my father wasn’t too pleased that they had so many girls so they kept trying until mama had the triplets.”
Seungmin shifted in his seat beside you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist almost protectively as his chin came to rest on your shoulder. This was the kind of affection he only gave you when in the confines of his and Jisung’s room. “Would you have had that many babies with your husband?” You frowned at the mention of Jason, but nodded slowly. “I suppose I would have, yeah. If that is what my husband asked of me, I would have had to obey him. I wouldn’t have really had a choice…” Jeongin frowned, he could feel the stinging in your heart at the thought of your marriage and it caused the fix to pull you away from the other hybrids and into his arms protectively. “But you don’t have to listen to him anymore. You’re with us now, you’re free. What they taught you was so- it’s stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh, giving the hybrid a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know it is…still- I feel this heavy sense of guilt about it all. Even if it wasn’t what I wanted and I don’t agree with it, it’s what I was raised and taught to do…it took a lot for me not to obey Jason and leave with him that day when he came because everything in me was screaming to not disappoint him and that I had to listen to him.” They all frowned at that, their scents souring as Jeongin’s arms tightened their hold on you. “If you hadn’t been out there with me I may have gone with him…thank you, Innie.” The fox hummed softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck where his bite mark was still imbedded. It was scared over now, a constant reminder that the two of you were now bonded inseparably. Unlike your marriage, however, it felt comforting to you. You knew Jeongin would never demand anything from you, and so the bonds of mating felt more gentle and protective than binding and controlling.
This was how your days with the hybrids went on. With the news of Jeongin successfully mating you, the hybrids were a bit in shock at first. Curiously, Minho had interrogated the both of you as to what changes had happened since the bite as you told him of your growing bond with the youngest hybrid. Chan had been…oddly pleased. He was curious as well, asking about as many questions as Minho. When they found out you could smell them now everyone excitedly began asking what you thought their scents smelled like. You explained it as best as you could, though some were easier to pinpoint than others. Seungmin was cedar, sweet yet strong and when you told him as much he blushed something furiously and hid behind a laughing Changbin who quickly shut up as a blush of his own fanned over his cheeks hearing you compliment his overwhelmingly warm cinnamon scent. Felix and Minho were harder to place, something sweet and spicy that blended together well and caused you to feel comforted and warm. Jisung was very sweet like syrup or honey, something that you felt suited him well. Hyunjin was like fresh wild flowers, something bright and sunny and it made you smile as he would snuggle into your side while you were in the kitchen or drape himself over you on the couch while you rested. Chan’s was a strong scent of sandalwood that reminded you of a cologne your grandfather used to wear before he passed, he had always been fond of you and always treated you kindly as he hadn’t been a part of the religious group you were raised in. Unfortunately you saw less and less of him as you grew older until one day you were told of his passing, devastating you greatly as you never had a chance to say goodbye. Jeongin’s scent was the most comforting to you, though you assumed that was because of the mating bond you shared. Balsam was never a scent that appealed to you before meeting him, but now it smelled like coming home, like safety and security. Overall their scents were pretty woodsy and natural and it made you feel so at home to be surrounded by them all.
As days turned into weeks you felt the threat whispered to you by your husband were only a distant memory fading into obscurity.
You were currently cuddled up with Hyunjin on the couch, mindlessly running your fingers through his hair as you read by the light of the fireplace. It was starting to get dark out and the canines were on their weekly patrol, set to arrive back sometime soon. Since a lot of the chores were cut down due to the weather, Minho had allowed Changbin to help him with dinner that evening and give you the night off. It was nice to be able to just relax, even though the chores you were tasked with weren’t all that strenuous you still enjoyed time to rest and spend together with the hybrids or even by yourself on rare occasion.
A noise from outside caught you off guard, your newly sensitive ears picking up sounds that sometimes the hybrids themselves counted off as nothing and tended to drown out.
Whispering. You heard two people whispering and the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.
Before you could even process what you were doing you were making your way to the front door as you pulled your loose cardigan tighter around yourself. “Pretty? What is it?” Hyunjin called out, getting up instantly to follow after you. “Someone’s here…I think- no…Jinnie stay here.” You said softly, giving his cheek a soft peck before you headed out into the cold.
*violence starts here*
There, standing at the bottom of the front porch steps, was a face you never thought you’d see again.
Her light brown hair was pulled back, showing off her sharp pointed features. Her nose was upturned, a look of disgust clearly evident as she watched you with so much disappointment and judgment it made your skin crawl. “M-Mama?” Jason, who stood beside the older woman, smirked at you before stepping up to meet you at the front door. “I told you that I would be back, dear wife.” His words were like venom, spat with so much distain for you and you flinched as his face came mere inches from your own.
“Jason I- why did you bring her…” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if it were obvious. “To talk some sense into you, of course. Clearly you have forgotten your place in this world.”
Your blood ran cold from the tone of his voice, a shiver running through you that you were sure wasn’t just from the wind blowing and snow starting to fall once more on the mountain. “You need to listen to your husband, y/n. This is not how I raised you.” Her voice was bittersweet, like cough syrup so sickeningly sweet to make the bitter drugs easier to stomach. “Come now, it’s time for you to leave.”
You frantically shook your head, backing up against the door to retreat safely inside but Jason wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed hold of your wrist tightly, causing you to scream out in pain. “Shut up and listen for once you ungrateful bitch.” He shouted, the palm of his hand making contact with your cheek leaving a sharp stinging pain in its wake. “Mama please- please I can’t go with him he-he tried to kill me!” You shouted to your mother, hoping your pleas would somehow soften her even though that is not the woman you knew your mother to be. She had always been rather cold towards you and your siblings, often times telling you how she never wanted children at all. You never once felt warmth or love from her, no matter how hard you tried to please her. Still- surely she wouldn’t make you go home with the man who had wanted you dead, right? “Oh quit those ridiculous lies and obey your husband. He knows what’s best for you.”
Hot tears began to spill down your cheeks at her careless words, her hand waving dismissively towards you as you still struggled to pull away from Jason’s strong grip.
At the sound of your screaming, Hyunjin couldn’t wait any longer where he had been standing on the other side of the door. Even though he was scared, he took a deep breath and once outside his eyes widened at the sight. In front of him you were being pulled down the stairs by your husband, cheek slightly swollen from where you had been struck and his grip on you so tight it threatened to break your wrist as your mother stood with arms crossed over her chest as if she was getting impatient with your stubbornness.
The ferret had to think fast, glancing behind him once at the house where Minho and Changbin had once been before running to get Seungmin and Chan. Felix and Jisung were instructed to stay upstairs in a room and lock the doors until they arrived back with the canines. It was only him left to protect you.
With all the courage he could muster the hybrid charged forward and threw all of his body weight into the man, knocking both of them to the ground with a thud. “Hyune-“ you said in shock, quickly helping him up and off of where Jason lay cursing in the snow.
“You stupid fucking animal! Don’t you know not to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong?!” He screeched, standing up and stalking towards where the two of you were running up the stairs to get back inside. Jason’s fist curled into the ferret’s long black hair and pulled him back as the hybrid let out a pained scream. “Hyunjin!” You turned to watch in terror as Jason slammed him to the ground my his hair, giving him a hard punch to the face before beginning to kick him in the stomach repeatedly. “Stupid fucking mutts, all of you are.” He spat, Hyunjin curling in instinctually on himself to try and protect himself from the blows. You made to run and protect him but the hybrid looked up and gave you a pained look. “Go inside, Pretty! Lock the doors and don’t come out!” You hesitated, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of leaving him there but at your hesitancy he screamed. “Go!” That was the push you needed, stumbling a bit as you ran inside the house and frantically began calling out for Minho though weren’t aware he had already left to find the wolf hybrid for help.
In your desperation to find the cat hybrid you had forgotten to close and lock the door behind you as Hyunjin had instructed, a cold chill running up your spine as you heard a voice speak up behind you. “You really were always such a useless girl.” Your mother said coldly, causing you to whip around and face the woman. “I remember when you were born you wouldn’t stop crying, so pathetic. I knew then that you would never stop being a disappointment. The first born being a girl was a terrible omen for your father and I, I should have drowned you before you were old enough to talk back and disobey.”
You froze with fear, watching her walking towards you with malice practically oozing out of her. “Mama please-“ She scoffed, backing you into the kitchen as you felt along the counter blindly to hold your balance from how hard you were shaking. “Don’t call me that. You lost the right to call me your mother a long time ago.” She spat, inching closer to you with each step. Your hand suddenly felt the handle of the kitchen knife Minho had been using to prepare dinner, your fingers clutching it like a lifeline as you quickly swung the sharp instrument out in front of you. “St-Stay back, mama! I don’t want to hurt you-“ Your voice was shaking, hands trembling though you gripped the blade’s handle with both hands as tight as you could manage. Her laugh was vile, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up as she still advanced towards you. “And what exactly do you plan on doing? You’re such a weak, dim little girl. So ignorant and yet so stubborn.” You closed your eyes tightly, fighting her words in your mind as they swarmed around you like mosquitoes on a hot summers day threatening to drain you of your confidence and self worth as they had so much as a child.
Meanwhile, out in the snow, Jason continued his assault on the ferret. He continued to kick and punch the hybrid, Hyunjin letting out pathetic whimpers as he begged the man to stop.
Suddenly, an unknown force knocked Jason off his feet and into the biting cold of the snow covered ground. When he looked up he was met with the snarling face of a bright red fox, spit dripping off sharp fangs onto his face and for once in his life the man was actually afraid.
Jeongin growled deep in his chest, snarling at the man as Hyunjin struggled to sit up as he coughed up and spat blood from the beating he had taken. “Innie-“ his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper and it fell on deaf ears as suddenly the younger hybrid began to claw and bite at the man’s face and chest. Hyunjin had to look away, unable to watch the horrific scene but he also couldn’t bring it in himself to stop the younger from doing so.
The fox was furious, practically drunk on his rage the second he felt your fear wash over him even from miles away in the forest he knew something was terribly wrong. When he finally burst through the clearing and saw Jason standing over the older hybrid with you nowhere in sight it was like a blinding white hot fire was lit inside of him and he couldn’t hold back as he continuously ripped into the man below him.
Back in the kitchen your mother continues to insult you, taunting you, and you feel yourself loosing your grip on reality the closer she got to you. “I knew I never should have married you to someone as young and full of potential. You would only hold Jason back and he would have been a much better fit for your little sister. Should have married you to Jeremiah instead, he’s much older and knows how to keep his wife in line.” You shook your head at the thought, the man she spoke of being almost as old as your father and already having three wives with one even younger than the last. “You are so useless you couldn’t even do something as simple as stay by your husband. You are such a disgrace, bringing dishonor to your father and me. Think of what everyone will say about us now that our daughter has abandoned her husband.”
You felt a deep since of guilt wash over you and you shook your head, eyes closed shut tightly. “Shut up! Shut up- just go away!” You shouted, but she only moved closer. “We have done everything for you to make sure you would have a good life and you are such an ungrateful child that you are throwing it all away. So entitled and spoiled! You are a blight on our family.” You screamed over her, eyes still closed as you lunged forward suddenly. “I said shut up!”
Before you could register your actions the knife in your hands sunk into her abdomen, eyes widened and stomach churning at the feeling. You looked up, gaze falling upon your mother’s shocked face as she let out a pained gasp before crumpling to the ground clutching the now gushing wound with both hands.
You immediately fell to your knees, panicking as you looked from your mother’s pained expression to the wound you had caused, to the rapidly growing puddle of blood on the kitchen floor. “M-Mama? Oh- oh no..no-“ You pulled her close, blood now staining your clothes and hands as you applied pressure to her wound.
“Pretty? Oh god-“ Minho’s voice sounded from in front of you as he walked in on the scene of you desperately trying to help your mother’s dying form. “Minho oh- please! We- we have to help her she’s- she’s hurt!” You cried now, tears falling freely as you smiled down at the woman in your arms. “Mama everything is gonna be okay- M-Minho is a really good healer he can help you-“ But when you looked down again here body was still, chest no longer moving with her shallow breathing and her eyes glossed over. “M-Mama?….Mama?!?” You began shaking her, as if trying to get her to wake up from a deep slumber as Felix now entered the room with a loud gasp seeing you covered in blood on the kitchen floor with your mother’s now dead body in front of you. “Mama! Please!” You screamed at her, even slapping her across the face in your desperation and Minho had to pull you away from her. Reality set in as he now held your sobbing frame against his chest, his body shaking along with your own as he stroked your hair comfortingly. The cat hybrids shared a look of concern before both of their eyes fell on the corpse now lying on their kitchen floor.
Jason’s screams fell on deaf ears at the fox continued to maul his flesh, the sounds quickly dying off as his teeth sunk into the meat of his neck and bit down, successfully ripping the flesh as the man beneath him let out a quiet gurgling sound as the life slowly faded out of him. Just then a large body knocked the fox down onto the crimson covered snow and he snarled a bit before recognizing the wolf over him, his body shifting until Jeongin’s human form began trembling in the cold. He was naked and covered in blood, the evidence of his animalistic killing covering his flesh now as Chan too shifted back into his human form as he caged the younger hybrid on the ground. “Chan-hyung…what-“ The wolf got up slowly and when Jeongin looked over to the now unrecognizable body of your husband laying in the snow his stomach wretched and he had to turn over on his side not to vomit all over himself. Oh god…he had done that- in his rage filled state it had felt almost like a distant dream…a nightmare he couldn’t escape from. Seeing it was all real caused the hybrid to break out into a choked sob.
*violence ends here (some mentions of what happened but nothing explicit)*
The wolf silently picked the younger hybrid up into his arms, carrying him inside when his eyes fell on where Minho was still holding you though you seemed to have entered a catatonic state, frozen and staring off into nothing as the cat hybrid looked at the oldest for help. Your mother still lay lifeless on the floor and Felix was crying as Changbin carried in a wounded Hyunjin and laid him down on the cleared off kitchen table so that they could bandage him up and treat his wounds.
“Pretty, go with Chan-hyung and Innie.” Minho spoke softly against your temple as he pressed a gentle kiss there, helping you to rise from your spot on the floor before guiding you to Chan’s awaiting arms.
As Minho went to help the others with Hyunjin, the wolf hybrid carefully guided both you and Jeongin into the bathroom in the back of his bedroom, setting both of you on the floor as he ran hot water into the bath.
You stared off at the wall, a numbness washing over you as you couldn’t handle the weight of what you had just done, while the hybrid next to you sobbed quietly.
The mix of the emptiness you felt with the crushing emotion Jeongin was feeling left you both lost as you couldn’t comprehend the juxtaposition of it all.
Once the bath was filled Chan turned to you and began stripping you carefully of your blood soaked clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor. He helped both of you into the tub, the space odd to you as his bath was much larger than the one in the hall bath you and the other hybrids used.
Chan knelt beside the tub as he carefully washed the blood away from both of your bodies, Jeongin’s sobs quieting down to a stop as he now sat beside you just as numb as you were with his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks slightly sticky from the tears.
It was a while before anyone said anything, the wolf speaking up with a quiet voice. “I should have been here…I’m so sorry pretty, Ayen-ah..I should have protected you better.” The fox let out a little whimper at his words and you shook your head, hand coming to grasp his wrist and that’s when he noticed the deep bruising left behind from when your husband had tried to force you into leaving with him. A tear rolled down his cheek, free hand quickly wiping it away but you hadn’t missed it, tugging his hand to your face until you could press a kiss against his palm softly. “It’s over now….no use dwelling on it.” You said softly, though the emptiness in your voice sent a chill through the hybrids. You looked like a husk of your usually warm and bubbly self. The gentleness was still there but your eyes were hollow and it made Jeongin feel an unease as he shivered in the slowly cooling water. “Okay, you’re all clean- out.” Chan smiled weakly, helping both of you stand up and exit the tub before handing a towel to the younger hybrid for him to dry off. When he held a towel out you simply stared at it and he sighed, wrapping it around you himself before gently patting it against your skin. “Let’s get you dried off, yeah? Don’t want you catching a cold…” The way he was being so gentle stirred something within you, and before you could second guess your actions you leaned up and pressed your lips to his firmly.
His eyes widened, hands tightening their hold on the towel still in his hands. The wolf was shocked, to say the least, but allowed himself to melt into the kiss. When you pulled away and he caught sight of the fox now standing beside you he expected him to growl, maybe get possessive of you as his mate. What he wasn’t expecting was the younger hybrid to wrap his arms around the wolf’s neck and pull him into a kiss of their own, confusion flooding his brain as he once again allowed himself to be kissed deeply now by the younger hybrid.
Jeongin’s lips were softer than he expected, Chan quickly finding himself feeling intoxicated by the kiss. He wasn’t sure at first what this was but then it clicked, you both needed him. You needed to feel safe, close….you needed intimacy. He could smell it on both of you and so he pulled away, forehead resting against Jeongin’s as both hybrids caught their breath.
You let out a little whimper, towel falling off of your shoulders as you pressed your naked body against both of them. The wolf chuckled lightly, shaking his head at how needy you sounded before placing a hand at the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss and you went so willingly.
As you and Chan deepened your kiss, Jeongin’s attention switched between kissing both of your necks and leaving little nipping bites there. A groan left the wolf and slowly he began to pull both of you back towards the bed until he was falling against it with the two of you on top of him.
You kissed down his neck, meeting Jeongin at some point as your lips locked in a heated and passionate kiss. The bond you both shared made you both feel like you had been lit ablaze with your desire to be closer with one another, hands roaming each others bodies where you sat over the wolf hybrid who watched you both hungrily.
Things continued this way for a while, you and the fox hybrid lost in exploring one another while Chan laid beneath you entranced by the sight. When Jeongin’s hand found it’s way between your legs, fingers gently swiping between your folds you let out a soft moan, biting down on his lower lip causing him to growl and slowly push a finger inside of you in an attempt to pull more reactions out of you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, clinging to the younger hybrid as he began pumping his slender finger inside of you slowly and you barely made out the sound of Chan’s own moans mixing with your own as he began stroking his cock at the show the two of you were putting on for him.
Your legs began to give out when Jeongin added another finger, his movements curious and explorative as he nipped and kissed your neck and collar bone now. “I-Innie..” You whimpered, feeling like you may fall over from the stretch. Chan seemed to notice this and carefully pulled himself out from under you and grabbed the fox’s attention by kissing the side of his neck up to his ear, whispering huskily to him. “Doing so good, kit. Making our pretty feel so good.” It was Jeongin’s turn to whimper at the praise, his pace with his fingers stuttering before Chan wrapped his hand around the younger’s wrist and slowly pulled him away from your core earning a gasp from you at the loss.
The fox hybrid gave him a confused look which Chan smiled at before kissing him softly. “Do you trust me?” Jeongin nodded immediately, looking to you and you gave a nod in agreement, smiling at both the hybrids shyly. “Then follow my lead.” The fox swallowed hard at his words, stuttering out an “o-okay” before watching as Chan sat back against the pillows at the head of the bedframe, pulling you back with him so you were laying with your back pressed to his chest. Slowly, gently, the wolf hybrid spread your legs out and Jeongin followed his hyung’s movements where he reached down to rub your clit in slow circles that made your back arch against him and a low moan escape your lips as your head was thrown back against his shoulder. Jeongin wished in that moment that he was a painter like Hyunjin, as he wished he could paint the scene before him to look back on forever. Chan gave him a smirk, nodding for the younger hybrid to join them and he wasn’t about to deny his hyung anything in that moment.
Jeongin laid with his chest against the mattress, face between your legs as he watched closely his hyung’s fingers sink inside of you one after another before moving both of them in a slow scissoring motion to stretch you open for the younger. The fox felt himself drooling at the sight, unable to help himself from licking curiously around the fingers inside of you as the smell coming from you was so sweet he was sure it was taste just as sweet. Your moans were increasing in volume as Chan fingered you and Jeongin now licked and sucked at your clit driving you crazy.
Carefully, the older hybrid removed his fingers and before he could completely pull them away Jeongin wrapped both hands around his wrist and brought them into his mouth as he licked and sucked them clean, moaning around the digits as Chan cursed under his breath.
You whined, pulling Jeongin up into a deep and hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you moan into his mouth as you felt his hard and leaking cock brush against your entrance and your hand slipped between your bodies to stroke him slowly. The younger hybrid whimpered against your lips, hips bucking up into your hand as Chan’s labored breathing echoed behind you.
You pulled back from the kiss, looking up at Jeongin with desperation pooling in your eyes and blowing your pupils so wide your irises were almost completely black. “Need you inside me, innie.” His choked on the moan that tried to escape him as you clumsily brought the tip of his cock to your entrance, feeling both of your heartbeats quicken in pace as he nodded to you unable to form words at that moment.
As Jeongin pushed himself inside he let out a whimper, brows knit together and eyes closed tightly and Chan couldn’t take his eyes off of him, tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip as you gasped from the stretch. Your hands clutched at the younger hybrid’s biceps tightly, nails making crescent shaped indents in the skin as he full sank into you. With your hips flush together you both let out moans that are like a harmony in Chan’s mind as he began to leave kisses along your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as Jeongin began thrusting slowly and a bit clumsily.
You quickly became a mess between them, thighs trembling as you squirmed from the pleasure when one of Chan’s hands found its way between the two of you to rub two fingers against your clit in time with the brutal pace the younger had settled into, letting his instincts take over. At some point you notice the base of his cock becoming thicker than the rest of him, eyes widening as you looked up at the fox. Seeing your reaction to the younger’s knot Chan smirked, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Such a good mate for our innie, pretty. You’re taking him so well, gonna take his knot too yeah?” You whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder and effectively baring the unmarked side of your neck to the wolf. The gesture did something to him and before he could even process it his teeth were sinking into your flesh, sharp canines breaking the skin causing you to scream and your hips to jerk violently as your climax crashed into you roughly causing Jeongin to have to pin them down against the wolf hybrid’s own hips as he forced his knot inside and came with a growl so loud it made you whimper.
You laid there for a moment, feeling a bit spent as Chan now licked over the bite he had left and Jeongin collapsed against your chest while his knot was still locked inside of you, your chests both rising and falling against each other and you suddenly felt a wave of indescribable emotions wash over you. In addition to Jeongin’s and your own pleasure you could feel Chan’s now too, causing you to wine lowly and reach back to tangle your fingers in the wolf’s hair. He groaned, pulling away from your neck with a slightly confused expression. “Y-You too, Channie…” you said breathlessly, eyes still so wanton and he growled at the sight. “Pretty, you don’t have to…” he said, though you could feel how desperate he was becoming after having watched both you and the younger hybrid come undone. “Please?” You said with a pout, the older hybrid chuckling a bit as he nodded and gave into his own desire.
Carefully he slipped out from under you and helped you to lay back against the pillows where he had been, making sure not to jostle the two of you where you were still locked together. You winced slightly but recovered quickly as you brought one hand up to card your fingers through the fox hybrid’s hair and the other wrapped around Chan’s leaking cock before bringing it to your lips where he now stood at the edge of the bed.
You opened wide, tongue peeking out as you slowly took him into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the weight against your tongue and the slightly tangy taste of his skin, listening to him moaning above you as you began bobbing your head gently. Jeongin watched for a moment where he laid against your chest, relishing in the afterglow as you gently scratched behind his ears while sucking his hyung so sensually he himself couldn’t help but moan at the taste. He wasn’t sure who he felt more jealous of in that moment, so he decided to test something out and leaned forward to lick at what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, his hand coming down to cup Chan’s balls in his hand and the older let out a loud gasp as his hands flew to tangle in both of your hair.
You and Jeongin began taking turns, now the fox had Chan’s length down his throat as drool slowly dripped from his lips and you left bites and kisses along the older hybrid’s thighs and hips. He didn’t last long when you finally got him back in your mouth, taking him all the way down your throat with a little struggle as you looked up at him with tearful eyes from the stretch. Without warning he was cumming inside of your mouth and you moaned at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head as you came untouched around the fox where his knot was slowly going down inside of you. When Chan pulled back Jeongin was quick to pull you in for a kiss, the older hybrid’s cum being shared between the two of you and if he hadn’t just came he swore he would be hard again at the sight.
Pulling himself away from the scene, Chan went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up quickly, returning with two wet wash clothes and a fluffy towel he began cleaning the two of you up gently while you laid absolutely wrecked side by side on his bed. You felt nothing but bliss in that moment, everything from before so far out of your mind as the wolf hybrid discarded the towel and rags to the floor and slipped into bed beside you.
You lay there in between the two hybrids, feeling secure, feeling loved as you let sleep overcome you and the soft snores from Jeongin behind you lulled you while Chan traced slow shaped onto the arm you had draped over him. Everything was going to be okay, you were safe.
You were home.
author’s note; so….happy new year? ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა uh- don’t hate me for that rollercoaster of a chapter?? okayloveyouguysplsenjoybyebye
i have lots of feelings and thoughts over this scene where charan completely submits himself to khanin not just because he’s a prince but also because he’s someone he truly loves and wants to be his.
touching feet or kissing the feet is the most sacred and holy thing in many cultures. to perform this act of service willingly, charan truly devoted himself, his body & soul, to khanin. there’s no more going back.
Can you share your thoughts on how the others would comfort their boyfriend Chan when he's crying?
Pairing: OT8
Word Count: 1212
Warnings/Tags: emotional hurt!comfort, cuddles
A/N: This is pure fluff with a hint of angst. I decided to split it into seven sections, one for each member. Hope you like it and thank you for the request!
Minho’s approach to comforting Chan is reflective of his maturity and understanding. Spotting Chan in such a vulnerable state, Minho knows better than to bombard him with questions or force conversation. Instead, he silently takes a seat next to Chan, mirroring his position. This simple act of solidarity says more than words could, creating a shared space where Chan can feel understood without utterance. After a moment, Minho reaches out, gently guiding Chan until his head rests against Minho's shoulder.
“Hey, hyungie," he murmurs, soft enough that it's barely a whisper. He wraps an arm around Chan, pulling him closer, enveloping him in warmth and security. As he kisses the top of Chan's head, each touch is measured and kind, meant to convey care and patience.
“You know, it's okay to feel this way,” Minho continues, stroking Chan’s hair gently. “Whatever it is, we can face it together. You’re not alone, Channie love.” They sit like that for what feels like ages, Chan's sobs slowly subsiding as Minho holds him steady, a rock in the turbulent sea of emotions.
As silence stretches between them, filled only by their shared breathing, Minho speaks again, his tone barely above a whisper, “Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here. Until then, we can just sit, just like this.” The warmth from Minho’s embrace seeps deeper, not just a physical warmth but one that reaches into the corners of Chan’s troubled heart.
When Changbin walks in to find Chan distressed, his first instinct is to lighten the mood, hoping to coax a smile or even a slight chuckle from him. Kneeling in front of Chan, he pulls a series of silly faces, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes. “How about that? Did that scare the sadness away?” he asks, his voice light, teasing. When the smile he's fishing for doesn't appear, his expression softens, and he shifts to sit closer, enveloping Chan from behind in a secure embrace.
“I’m all ears, hyung,” Changbin murmurs as he rests his chin on Chan’s shoulder, providing a comforting weight. “You can tell me anything, you know? Or we can just sit here, just like this, as long as you need.”
Chan leans back into the embrace, letting out a shaky breath. “It’s just all too much sometimes, you know?” he admits, his voice muffled.
“Yeah, I know,” Changbin replies, squeezing him a little tighter. “But you’re not alone in this. I’ve got you.” They sit in silence, Changbin’s steady presence a silent promise of unwavering support. After a while, Changbin starts humming a familiar tune, a sound as comforting as the warmth of his embrace, filling the space between them with gentle reassurance.
Seeing Chan distressed immediately pulls at Hyunjin’s heartstrings. He sits down beside him, concern etching his features. “Darling, talk to me. What’s got you so upset?” he asks gently, taking Chan’s hands into his own and kissing them softly, trying to draw his attention and provide a comforting touch.
“That sounds really tough, but I’m here for you,” Hyunjin responds, his voice soft and reassuring. He guides Chan to lie down and lies beside him, an arm draped around Chan’s waist, pulling him close. Hyunjin begins to plant gentle kisses along Chan’s neck, each one a silent message of love and care.
“Just let it all out, I’m right here with you,” he whispers, continuing his gentle kisses, a soothing rhythm that helps calm Chan’s frayed nerves. “We can stay like this as long as you need.” The closeness, combined with Hyunjin’s calm demeanor, gradually eases Chan’s tension, his earlier upheaval slowly subsiding under Hyunjin’s tender care.
Upon finding Chan in tears, Jisung’s heart races with concern. “Chan! Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” he asks in a flurry, his eyes scanning Chan for any sign of injury. When Chan shakes his head, Jisung gently cups his face, thumbs wiping away tears. “Look at me, baby. I’m here, okay? You’re safe,” he reassures, his voice a steady, calming presence amidst the chaos.
Chan meets Jisung’s gaze, finding solace in his worried yet comforting eyes. “It’s just... a lot, you know?” Chan manages to say, his voice shaky.
“I know, I know,” Jisung replies, pulling Chan into a gentle embrace. “But you’re not alone. I’m here, right? We’re in this together.” He kisses Chan’s forehead, then his cheeks, where fresh tears had made their trails, his kisses a soft balm to the sting of the tears.
“Let’s just sit here for a while, just breathe,” Jisung suggests, holding Chan close. They stay wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away as Jisung continues to offer kisses and caresses, each one a testament to his commitment to Chan’s well-being.
Felix is initially frightened to see Chan so upset, but he quickly tries to use humor to ease the tension. “Hey, look at me being silly!” Felix exclaims, lying his head in Chan’s lap and sticking his tongue out, hoping to draw out a laugh. When Chan gives a small chuckle, Felix’s heart lightens a little, though his worry doesn’t completely fade.
“There’s my favorite smile,” Felix says with a soft grin, reaching up to brush away any lingering tears from Chan’s cheeks. He then shifts, pulling Chan into a long, firm hug. “I’m here, Chan. No matter what, okay babe?” he whispers, his voice muffled as he buries his face in Chan’s shoulder.
“Thanks, Lix. It means a lot,” Chan murmurs back, wrapping his arms around Felix, returning the tight embrace. They remain like that, the length and strength of Felix’s hug conveying not just his concern but also his unwavering support and love for Chan.
Seungmin is a study in patience and sensitivity. Upon noticing Chan’s distress, he gives him space, waiting until Chan indicates he’s ready for company. Sliding into bed next to Chan, Seungmin takes his hand, their fingers intertwining. “I’m here now, okay? You’re not alone,” he says quietly, giving Chan’s hand a gentle squeeze.
Chan sighs, the tension beginning to melt away with Seungmin’s touch. “Thank you, Seungmin. Just... stay with me a little?” Chan asks, his voice small.
“Of course, Chan hyung. I’m not going anywhere,” Seungmin assures him, his tone warm and comforting. They lie together, the simple act of holding hands a powerful reassurance. Seungmin’s presence is quiet but profoundly comforting, his steady breathing a soothing rhythm in the quiet room.
Jeongin immediately joins Chan, seeing his need for comfort. He lies down beside him, wrapping an arm around Chan and pulling him close. “I love you, Channie. You know that, right? I’m right here,” Jeongin whispers, his voice full of warmth and affection.
Chan nods, leaning into the comfort that Jeongin provides. “Sing to me? Please?” he asks, a note of longing in his voice.
“Of course, anything for you,” Jeongin responds, starting to hum softly before singing a gentle, soothing melody. His voice is a soft caress, each note designed to calm and reassure. “Just rest, okay? I’ve got you,” he continues, his song blending into a series of soft kisses and loving whispers. Jeongin’s tender care envelops Chan in a cocoon of warmth and security, his love palpable and healing.
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The Fox and the Wolf
Chan turned the golden award over in his hands, a deep sense of guilt settling in his chest. It had been sitting on his desk ever since they returned from the Asian Artist Awards, tall and proud as the other seven they had won that night, but…he didn’t deserve it.
The leader had inarguably met all the criteria to earn such a prestigious award. He had hand picked all his members, debuted with them, self-produced, and made sure everyone was happy and healthy while consistently releasing record breaking albums. Looking at it from a bird’s eye view, there was truly no one else but this group that deserved such an honor.
Imposter syndrome is a bitch, isn’t it?
Despite the facts laid before him, Chan felt like a fraud. Did he really deserve such an award? I mean, his talents were the kids. They made it possible. Bin and Han could produce without him, and the boys were mature enough to function without him now. Chan was nothing more than a glorified manager; a mortal wedging himself into a group of angels.
Tears rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was in his room, after all, and the maknae was likely long asleep with no reason to check up on the older. Chan could cry his heart out, pass out, and put on a brave face the following morning. Just a small crack in the overwhelming guilt that threatened to cave his chest in, only worsened by the imposing presence of the award. Would the others notice if he hid it in his sock drawer…?
“Hyung?” Jeongin called out, the door to Chan’s room already being pushed open. Damn the leader for drilling it into Innie that he didn’t need to knock; his company was always welcome. In his defense, the younger hardly took him up on the offer. The maknae was carrying a plastic bin full of bracelet beads, a gentle frown on his face. “I tripped over my stupid kit and got the beads all mixed up. Organizing is like– your thing– so if you’re not busy I was wondering if you’d have fun–” He rambled on, stopping in his tracks when he saw the state of the older.
Chan scrambled to wipe his cheeks, tossing the award aside as he flashed the vocalist a wide smile. He tried his best to hold it in– he really, really did, but he had finally registered Jeongin’s request after his initial panic subsided.
The younger had spilled his bracelet beads.
They were all mixed up and needed to be sorted again.
He had come to Chan, his hyung, for help with the task. Because he knew that the leader enjoyed doing things like that.
He broke down.
Hot, salty tears flowing in streams down his cheeks, his hands shaking as he desperately tried to stop himself. His body trembled with the force of the sobs, and he could do nothing more than curl in on himself, hoping to shield the worst of it from the maknae. A hand slid across his back, then wrapped around his side, tugging him into the chest of his bandmate. The presence held fast as Chan hiccuped and sniffled, unwavering even when his shirt got soaked with tears. It took several long minutes for the producer to collect himself.
“Ah…shit. That’s embarrassing.” He tried to joke, moving to pull away from Jeongin. The vocalist’s arm tightened, holding the older close to his body. Chan looked over, his heart squeezing at the clear concern in Jeongin’s eyes.
“Are you doing it again, hyung?” The vocalist asked lowly, his hand rubbing up and down the leader’s side. “Thinking you aren’t good enough for the band?”
Chan faltered, searching for a convincing lie, but it all came up blank. Breakdowns like this were not something that could be brushed off with a simple ‘happy tears– I swear. Just proud of us.’ He dropped his gaze, shame burning through his core. “...Yeah.”
Jeongin sighed, pulling the leader into his lap with surprising ease, resting his chin on top of Chan’s head as he held him close. “You silly wolf…for someone so smart, you sure can be an idiot.”
Chan wanted to protest and push him away– I mean, their oldest member/leader getting held in the lap of their maknae? How embarrassing. However…he just couldn’t bring himself to. The touch felt so wonderful and he truly needed to be comforted more than anything. He sighed, burying his face in the vocalist’s chest, snaking his arms around his waist. “I…I’m so sorry, Iyen-ah. Hyung is sorry.”
Jeongin tsked, squeezing Chan’s side in retaliation, making a face. The leader squeaked, flinching away, but the fox held fast, a smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t ever be sorry for showing emotions, dummy. You’re human, and we all have issues. We’re family, hyung– I’m here to help you.”
Chan chuckled, his ears reddening, and he gave a small nod. “Yeah…I suppose you’re right. You being here definitely makes me feel better.”
“Oh? The touch is helping?” The vocalist repeated, looking down at his leader. Chan nodded shyly, pressing his cheek to the younger’s chest, the ghost of a smile curling at his lips. Jeongin grinned, shifting his grip so one hand was on his side and the other was on his stomach, fingertips tensed and ready. “I think I know another good cure for silly wolves, then.”
“Really, just you being next to me makes me feel better. I’ll be—“ Chan tried to assure him, but he was cut off with another squeak when the younger dug his fingers into his stomach.
“Worry not, hyung.” The maknae simpered playfully, wiggling his fingers against the older’s side when he tried to squirm away. “I’d be delighted to help cheer you up.”
“Iyehehen—“ The leader protested, weakly batting at the attacking fingers. His cheeks were hot, butterflies kicking up in his stomach, and he could do nothing but turn and hide his face in his bandmate’s chest.
“Look at that pretty smile.” Jeongin cooed, vibrating his fingers into the muscle of the leader’s stomach, a fond smile on his face. “I love seeing you all giggly and shy.”
“‘M nohohot—“ Chan tried to interject, puffing out his cheeks. The vocalist dipping his hand into his armpit was enough to send him into another fit of giggles, squirming in his lap.
“Not what? Not shy?” Jeongin prompted, grinning as he danced his fingers up and down the older’s side. “I dunno, Hyung…your cheeks are pretty red. Here, let me show you.”
Chan barely had time to register what the tease might’ve meant before the younger was leaning down, pressing kiss after kiss to his rosy cheeks. He flailed helplessly, bubbly giggles tumbling from his lips, and eventually settled on just weakly clinging to his bandmate’s shirt. Jeongin took mercy on the poor leader, stilling his hands as he hugged him close to his chest, pressing their cheeks together. “Oh Channie Hyung…you’re such a mess.”
Chan sighed, trying to calm his racing heart, slumped in the younger’s arms. “You’re…you’re r-rarely this touchy…”
Jeongin shrugged, snickering, holding the leader tight against himself. “What can I say? I guess I can become a different person when you really need it.”
“I think you just wanted an excuse to tickle me.” The leader grumbled back, shifting to wrap his arms around the vocalist’s torso. Jeongin shrugged, grinning, rubbing his cheek against the older’s once more.
“Guilty.” He admitted, looking pleased with himself. “But it made you feel better, didn’t it?”
“…I suppose.” Chan allowed, his ears flushed pink, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Jeongin laughed, giving the leader one last squeeze before pulling back to look him in the eyes.
“How about we go get some food, hm? And we can put our trophies next to each other in the living room and separate all my bracelet beads.” The vocalist suggested, his expression softening. Chan thought about it for a moment, then nodded, resting his cheek against Jeongin’s chest.
“…yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice. Thank you, Yennie.”
