warnings: established relationship, non-korean reader
event masterlist: #SummerStarFalls
word count: 600
"Pass me the lotion, Innie."
Jeongin blinks, looking up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the beach towel. His windblown hair is slightly messy from the ocean breeze, a pair of dark sunglasses resting on top of his head. He holds the bottle of bronzing tanning oil in his long fingers, his dark eyes trailing down to where you're lying flat on your stomach, the tie of your bikini top resting unclasped against your shoulder blades to avoid tan lines.
A flush immediately spreads across his cheeks, dusting the tips of his ears.
"You... you want me to put it on you?" he asks, his voice dropping slightly into that flustered, hesitant register he gets whenever you catch him off guard.
"Unless you want my back to burn," you tease, turning your head on your folded arms to look up at him with a lazy, amused smile. "Come on. Don't be shy, baby."
Jeongin clears his throat, shuffling closer on his knees until he's hovering right beside you on the sand. "I'm not shy," he mumbles defensively, though his dimples pop out in a flustered smile as he squirts a generous pool of the oil onto his palm. He inspects the bronzing bottle for a second, tilting his head with a bewildered crease between his brows. "I still don't get why you want to get darker on purpose, though. Back home, everyone does everything they can not to get tan."
"Well, I'm not Korean, baby," you chuckle softly, glancing up at him over your shoulder. "I like having a warm summer glow."
Jeongin rolls his eyes affectionately, his pink cheeks deepening. "Fair enough," he mumbles, rubbing his palms together to warm the oil before gently lowering his hands to your back.
The moment his hands make contact with your skin, a sigh escapes your lips. Jeongin’s hands are steady despite the pink hue still burning on his neck. He starts at your shoulders, his long thumbs digging with pressure into the tense muscles at the base of your neck.
"Feels good?" he murmurs softly, leaning in a little closer.
"Mmh... incredible," you hum, resting your chin on your hands. "You're getting really good at this, Innie."
Jeongin lets out a low, breathy chuckle against the back of your neck. "I told you I could take care of you," he whispers, his hands gliding down the curve of your spine. His fingers trace the delicate line of your ribs, slick with oil, before settling over the small of your back. His touch lingers at your waist, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over your hips.
"Jeongin-ah..." you murmur, turning your head slightly. "Your hands are getting awfully low."
Jeongin pauses, though he doesn't pull his hands away. Instead, he leans down until his chest is hovering just inches above your back, his dark eyes glint with a sudden, playful confidence as he looks down at you.
"I have to be thorough, Noona," he rasps softly, his voice dropping an octave as his thumb strokes a slow line along the edge of your hip bone. "Even with a tan, I don't want you sunburnt."
"Is that right?" you tease, your breath hitching slightly as his hands slide further down, smoothing the warm oil along the back of your thighs with unhurried, heavy pressure.
He hums, a mischievous smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. He leans down even further, pressing a sweet, slow kiss to the skin between your shoulder blades, making you shiver in the afternoon heat.
"You're terrible," you laugh softly, reaching back to catch his wrist.
Jeongin twines his fingers through yours, squeezing gently, his bright, dimpled smile breaking through as he leans down to whisper right against your ear. "Terrible? I'm the best boyfriend you've ever had. Now hold still... I still have to do your legs."
when they call you clingy maknae line : part 2 (fake texts)
✨main masterlist✨
pairing: maknae line x fem!reader
genre / tags: angst, fluff, swearing, established relationship, not proofread, more angst on jeongin’s?? (let me know if I missed anything)
a/n: maknae line part two is finally HEREEE.. let me know if you’d want more series/themes like this for future posts.
ss count: 15
part one
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han (한 지숭)
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felix (필릭스)
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seungmin (승민)
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jeongin (정인)
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a/n: short but angsty SERIES DONEES. I honestly, the bottom of my HEART loved this so much I almost CRIED (kidding) but I hope you guys like it as much as I do. Bai bai and don’t forget my inbox is wide open 😉
foxboy!jeongin x puppygirl!reader x puppyboy!seungmin
fxm, piv, implied 3some in the future, chan is in this but his role is very minor, they have animal like personalities with ears and tails but they aren’t actually animals, biting, protective seungmin, greedy jeongin, they don’t like each other in this lol, for context read the first part here. ik i said there was gonna be chan content in here, but that's planned to be for the next part, which is a prequel to this.
jeongin had became a master of patience. in hunting, he would wait for the perfect moment to strike. he’d wait near campsites often for people to leave their food so he could steal it. and up until a month ago, he’d wait for chan to leave his house so he could sneak into your backyard and fool around with you.
and it was fun while it lasted, until chan woke up one night and caught you two outside. so he told himself, “i just have to wait until i get another chance” that chance being when chan would let you outside again, and jeongin would make up for all the lost time without you. he was just drooling at the thought of it, pouncing on you while you were caught off guard, shoving down your shorts and fucking you right there. he could figure out the details of getting you in his den later, but he wanted to take you right there and then.
but that opportunity never came, because you weren’t outside at all anymore. at least, by yourself.
he spotted him through the glass door one day, holding you in his lap while you were babbling on about something. you two looked to be the same breed, and he was only a bit bigger than you. he turned to look at jeongin, like he knew all along he was being watched, and just smiled as his hand moved down into your shorts. you writhed in pleasure, likely begging him to keep going and he complied, all while still holding eye contact.
jeongin was so mad, he wanted to jump into the backyard then, smash open the door and sink his teeth into this new dogs face, but he was smarter than that. he knew that could get him in some deep trouble, so like the patient fox he was, he waited.
he waited until he could think of some plan, but he couldn’t. his cock was throbbing, he spoiled himself with you now it was almost impossible get himself off without your mouth or cunt to wrap his dick around.
he sat in his den, pumping his dick into his hand, trying to find some relief so he could just think, but wasn’t enough. it wasn’t you.
so right then and there, late into the night, he crawled out of his den, scurried to your back yard, jumped the fence, and crawled in through your doggie door.
it was very unfamiliar territory, his claws scrapped the floor as he walked so he moved slower. he followed your scent to a corner of the house he couldn’t see from the outside. and there you were, laying down peacefully with a sleepy smile on your face. he would have fucked you right there, but the other dogs arms were wrapped around you. he got slightly closer, inches from your face now and laid a kiss on your eye.
between the familiar scent and sudden contact, you began to stir. jeongin was careful, laying his mouth near your jaw and licking to slowly wake you up without alerting you. and you did wake up, confused as you scratched the sleep from your eyes.
“hmm…wha…” as your eyes slowly opened, you started to realize who was infront of you. your tail wagged immediately as you pepped up. “in-“
he put his hand over your mouth, shushing you, and making a ‘come here’ motion with his hand. you slowly removed yourself from seungmin, he didn’t fight much as he was a much heavier sleeper than you. you followed jeongin to the backyard quietly, and he pounced on you the second you were both fully outside.
“i missed my puppy…” he said, on top of you licking your neck and you yipped happily. “i missed you too, innie!” that cute little nick name you gave him only made him harder, he wanted you calling him that forever.
“you’re my puppy, you understand that?” he ripped your panties off, causing you to gasp, but not fight him. he lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders. your cunt was already glossy, he didn’t want to think too much about that, since it was likely from seungmins doing. “you belong to me, not any other mutt in the world, understand?”
“innie…” you stared at his cock, he pushed himself between your folds to coat his dick in your slick. you both moaned, his tip was hitting your clit at a perfect angle, prodding at it just like you remember he used to do.
“puppy…this time, i’m gonna get you fucking pregnant…” you didn’t really register what he was saying. too caught up in how good it felt for his cock to rub against you. you whined and whimpered, moving your hips at a messy rhythm to rub against him. "mph, you feel so goo- ngk!"
in one quick motion, he shoved his cock into you, which almost made you cry out in pleasure, but he slapped his hand against your mouth. he wasn’t doing much better though, this was his first time truly inside you. his original plan was to fuck you in his den nonstop until you couldn’t move, but this was also pretty good.
his hips bucked slowly at first, then sped up to a relentless pace, still covering your mouth. your pussy was hugging his cock so well, like it was begging for his seed, each thrust felt like he was slowly going deeper. he was curved slightly and his head was rubbing perfectly against that spot inside you. “mph!- innie, p-please!” you moaned, trying to beg him to slow down a bit, but it was no use.
jeongin was patient, but it was like the universe was testing him and he succeeded, this was his reward. “shhh, you feel so fucking good…does that dumb mutt fuck you like this? hm?” his hands moved to pin your wrists above your head now, and before you could cry out, he kissed you. a deep sloppy kiss.
“you got me all jealous now puppy…mph…i’ve gotta punish you now…” before you could really process what he was saying, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. jeongin stuck one hand back over your mouth to muffle your howl as he bit harder, leaving a permanent mark on you before licking the spot tenderly. “there, now everyone in this neighborhood will know who you belong to." he backed up to look at the mark, it was fresh, but he could tell it would be visible far into the future.
jeongin could feel himself about to cum, and by the way you were bucking into him, you were too. “you gonna cum, puppy? cum around my cock and let me pump my seed into you. you’re gonna be carrying my kits and be my mate for life, yeah?” it only took a few more thrusts before you both fell over the edge, jeongin went back down to kiss you, his tongue down your throat and taking every moan you were gonna let out. his thrusts started to slow, and he settled on top of you, both of your tails wagging.
“mmm, innie, i missed you…” you said, still cum drunk and sleepy.
“you wanna come back to my den? i have a spot ready for you-“ he was cut off by seungmin pulling him back by his ears, he growled, but seungmin didn’t let up, only tightening his grip. “the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
jeongin smirked, gripping seungmins hand. “what’s wrong, jealous?” seungmin yanked him back, forcing him to fall on his back. he let out a whine, and seungmin crawled on top of you, checking over your body for injuries.
“did he hurt you?” he saw your shoulder and growled, his anger bubbled up in his chest and he was damn near ready to kill jeongin. “go inside.” he commanded, but you didn’t listen. you grabbed at seungmin before her could jump at jeongin.
“minnie, wait! he didn’t do anything!” you said, snapping out of your cum drunk trance. “we were just playing!”
“playing my ass, he’s trying to kidnap you!” jeongin recovered on the ground, sitting up and rubbing his ears where seungmin gripped them. “it’s not kidnapping if she comes willingly.”
“which she won’t!” you whimpered, instantly getting both of their attention. “please stop…i’m sorry, i don’t want you two to argue…” seungmin sat you up, licking your bite mark. “y/n, please don’t cry...”
it didn’t help, you were still upset, until jeongin creeped up on the other side of you. seungmin growled at first, but he settled for a glare when he saw how you calmed down from his touch.
“aw, y/nnie, it’s ok…” you cuddled into jeongin and he wrapped his arms around you. now the roles were reversed, seungmin being forced to watch with a grimace as the one he hated held you.
“i don’t want you two to fight…” you said , reaching to hold seungmins hand. the two looked at each other, knowing they both wanted to answer ‘no’ but understanding it would make you upset.
jeongin did want to take you to his den and rub it in seungmins face that your were all his, but you obviously were attached to him, and it would be unrealistic that you weren't microchipped and chan wouldn't come looking for you. seungmin also knew if he were to tell jeongin not to come back, you'd be upset. he found you waiting by he door a couple of times, waiting for him.
despite being complete opposites, both of them got the idea at the same time, but only one of them vocalized it.
"well, if you're owner isn't here maybe i can-"
"excuse me?" seungmin knew what he was implying, and he thought it too, but putting it into action was way too risky. jeongin was a fox, being tricky was in his nature.
you spoke up again, voice a little stronger now. "please minnie, i'll be a good girl, i promise i won't leave the backyard!" jeongin deflated a bit at that, but that was the beauty of comprimise. he'd rather have some of you than none you.
while seungmin wanted to say hell no, run to grab chan, and hopefully have jeongin euthanized, you were making the biggest saddest puppy dog eyes at him.
seungmin spoke after a long silence. “listen and listen well. don’t you ever try and get her to leave the yard again. and don’t come back here without me present. and if i see another bite mark on her again i swear to god...”
jeongin was…shocked. he was partially expecting seungmin to just…idk kill him? or banish him at the least. but he also must’ve known you well enough to understand you’d probably try to sneak out if he told jeongin to never come back. smart.
your tail wagged excitedly, jumping into seungmins arms, excited at his compromise. “thank you, minnie!” you licked his face excitedly, he felt a twinge of satisfaction from having you on him again (and also horniness)
just then, all three of jumped, hearing the sound of a door open, it wasn’t the one to the backyard, but still close. you were going to turn to jeongin to warn him to run before chan saw him, but he was already over the fence, blowing you a kiss before disappearing into the woods. by the time chan made it outside, jeongin was gone. and all he saw was you on top of seungmin , with your panties discarded to the side.
“jeez, is all you two do is fuck?”
the following weeks were…weird for seungmin. he got to have you during the day, and jeongin got you at night. he could hear you try and be quiet as he pounded you. nights where chan stayed out late or didn’t come home jeongin would make you howl. when seungmin had you, however, he was gentle. lapping at your swollen cunt and gently fucking you until your back arched and you cried his name. seungmin felt a sense of pride that he got you before jeongin did, and jeongin liked that sometimes it was his cum seungmin licked out of you.
it wasn’t always sex however. you got to nap and cuddle during the day with seungmin, and play recklessly with jeongin. chan still wonders why you’re always so sleepy when he leaves for work every morning.
you were very satisfied with how your new playmates were getting along, although getting along was an over statement. you were still trying to figure out how to get them to play together (preferably with you between them with one in your mouth and the other in your cunt)
but that was something for another time. now, you were content with whatever complex you had, as long as you had someone to cuddle after being freshly fucked.
a/n: im sorry if this is ass, im not ovulating rn and my ability to tell whether smut is good is horrible rn.
warnings: established relationship, fear of heights
event masterlist: #SummerStarFalls
word count: 1.2k
The safety carabiner metallic-clinks against the zip line cable, and Lee Minho’s knuckles turn a stark, bone-white.
You’re thirty-five feet off the ground, perched on a small, round wooden platform built around the trunk of a massive oak tree. The forest floor looks unnervingly small down below, dotted with tiny patches of moss and fallen pinecones. The suspension bridge stretching between your platform and the next consists of nothing more than swinging wooden slats connected by thin wire ropes, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze.
Minho is standing behind you, his spine pressed so flat against the main tree trunk he looks like he’s trying to merge with the bark.
"Minho," you say, turning your head to smile up at him. "Your turn. Just step onto the first plank."
Minho’s dark eyes are wide, fixed entirely on the horizon, specifically avoiding looking down at all costs. His heavy climbing harness hugs his waist, and the bright yellow helmet sitting over his dark hair gives him the air of a very grumpy, thoroughly miserable construction worker.
"I am evaluating the integrity of the wood," Minho says smoothly, his deep voice carrying a subtle, telltale tremor he tries desperately to mask with a sharp glare. "It looks cheap."
"It’s rated for two thousand pounds, Lix said this place was totally safe," you tease gently, resting your hand on his arm.
The second the name leaves your lips, Minho’s jaw tightens.
That was the whole reason he was up in this tree in the first place. Two nights ago, when you had offhandedly mentioned wanting to try the forest canopy obstacle course, Felix had immediately volunteered to tag along, gushing about ziplining and swinging from trees. Minho had shot up from the sofa so fast he’d nearly knocked over his iced Americano.
“Felix has a busy schedule,” Minho had announced coldly, snatching the booking tablet right out of your hands. “I'm going with you.”
He had been so smug about it, too. He had spent the entire drive to the adventure park resting his hand on your thigh, shooting victorious glances out the window, internally gloating about claiming your weekend date before anyone else could.
Jealousy, as it turned out, was a powerful motivator. It was just a shame jealousy didn't grant immunity against acrophobia.
"Felix is an idiot who trusts infrastructure built by teenagers on summer jobs," Minho grumbles, though his hand doesn't loosen its vice grip on the safety wire. "And if you mention his name again while I am suspended in mid-air, I will throw his PC into the river when we get home."
You let out a giggle, stepping back toward him on the small wooden platform. The platform gives a tiny, natural creak, and Minho instantly freezes, his pupils dilating in panic.
"Hey," you whisper, stepping right into his space and placing your hands flat against his chest. You can feel his heart hammering behind his heavy safety vest. "You don't have to play it cool, Min. I know you hate heights."
Minho’s eyes flick down to meet yours. "I don't hate heights," he mutters, though his chin trembles slightly as the wind rustles through the treetops. "I just have a very healthy respect for gravity."
"Right. And that's why you haven't taken a single step in three minutes?"
"I'm letting you go first. It's called chivalry." Minho winces slightly, his ears burning a deep, furious pink beneath his yellow helmet.
"You came up here just so I wouldn't go with Felix, didn't you?" you tease softly, running your thumbs up the sides of his neck to soothe the tense muscles in his shoulders.
Minho lets out a long, ragged exhale, finally letting his head drop forward until his helmet clinks softly against yours. His hands leave the safety wire for a split second, reaching around your waist to pull you flush against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The radiating heat of his skin and his rapid breathing fan against your collarbone.
"Yes," he confesses in a low, muffled murmur against your skin. "And now I'm going to die in an oak tree while wearing a yellow hat. I hope you're happy."
You laugh softly, wrapping your arms securely around his waist, letting him anchor himself to you. "You're not going to die. We're double-clipped to steel cables. You couldn't fall even if you tried."
Minho shifts slightly, peering down over your shoulder at the swaying wooden plank bridge ahead. "If I fall, I'm taking you with me."
"Fair enough," you smile, taking a step back toward the bridge, keeping one of his hands firmly laced through yours. "Okay, look at me. Don't look at the ground, don't look at the trees. Just look right at my face. Step where I step."
Minho swallows hard, his long fingers squeezing yours tightly enough to cut off circulation. "If you let go of my hand, I will bite you."
"I'm holding tight, promise."
You turn around, stepping carefully onto the first suspended wooden slat. The bridge sways slightly under your weight, the steel cables humming. "Come on, Min. Show the trees who's boss," you call back encouragingly, taking another step.
Grumbling a series of colorful threats under his breath, pretty sure you heard a 'stupid Felix' in there. Minho slowly extends one long leg, placing his foot squarely in the center of the first plank. The moment his weight shifts, the bridge gives a tiny wobble.
"Nope. Absolutely not. Cancel the date," Minho announces rapidly, his body locking up completely.
"You're doing great!" you laugh, taking two quick steps forward to pull him along. "Look at me. Besides, how else will you get off?"
Minho’s dark eyes snap to yours, he takes another shaky step, then another, his jaw set in a line of pure, stubborn determination. Step by step, using your face as his only horizon, he navigates the swaying bridge, his boots thudding softly against the wooden slats until both of his feet finally hit the solid platform on the other side.
The moment he arrives, he immediately wraps both arms around you from behind, pinning you against his chest while his chin rests heavily on your shoulder. He lets out a loud, dramatic sigh of relief, his heart still thumping wildly against your back.
"See?" you hum, leaning back into his solid frame. "You made it."
"I am never leaving this platform," Minho states flatly. "We live here now. Send my mail to Oak Tree Number Four."
"We still have to do the final zip line to get down to the ground," you remind him gently, pointing to the long wire stretching across the open forest floor to the exit clearing.
Minho looks at the zip line, then down at the distant ground, and finally back at you. A sudden, familiar glint of cat-like mischief flickers back into his dark eyes as he realizes the end is in sight.
"I need compensation for emotional damages," he demands softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"Fine, just lets go down."
Minho hums, clipping himself into the zip line trolley. "Watch and learn. I'm going to make this look effortless."
"Five seconds ago you were crying about a wooden plank," you remind him, chuckling as you step aside.
"Fake news," Minho counters smoothly, winking at you before kicking off the edge of the platform.
He shoots down the zip line with a loud zipppp, his windbreaker rustling in the breeze. For about three seconds, he looks like a majestic, fearless athlete, until a sudden gust of wind spins him around backward mid-air, causing him to let out a startled, high-pitched yell all the way down until his feet hit the woodchip landing pad at the bottom.
