Ahhhh your holiday event is so good that it was hard to pick just one scenario to ask for!!
I'd like Puppy!Seungmin & Fox!I.N. & Fem!Reader where they start off privately fooling around. Seungmin definitely plays into his choking kink, marking, and humiliation. BUT THEN, I.N. takes over completely and humiliates Reader AND Seungmin sexually in front of the rest of the pack for that good good exhibitionism! He also plays into Seungmin's spit kink and the choking kink too!! I don't have an idea for how to lead it from point A to point B, but I think that the Seungmin in charge with I.N. to I.N. topping both pipeline is a good one 🫠
Thank you for considering even for a second ^^ - 🥀
2025 Holidays Event | fox and hound
pairing: poly!seungin x f!reader
genre: smut
warnings: puppy!seungmin, fox!jeongin, playfighting, power plays, seungmin is exactly where he wants to be, mild dom!jeongin, exhibitionism, humiliation, noona!reader, guest appearance: minho
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 1.2k
a/n: i may have gotten distracted but this is what came out soo
The hallway is quiet, the thick carpet muffling your footsteps as you head toward the bedrooms. Most of the pack is occupied elsewhere. But as you pass Seungmin’s room, a specific sound catches your ear: the scuffle of fabric, a sharp, muffled gasp, and a growl.
You stop. The door isn't just unlocked; it’s standing a few inches ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway.
Peeking inside, you see a tangle of limbs on the bed. Seungmin and Jeongin are wrestling. Seungmin has the younger fox pinned by the shoulders, his face set in a determined scowl. He has one hand wrapped firmly around Jeongin’s throat, testing the pressure, his puppy ears flattened in a show of feigned aggression.
Jeongin, however, isn't struggling to get away. He’s grinning, his fox tail thrashing against the duvet. Despite being the younger of the two, his frame is noticeably broader lately, the result of a dedicated bulking phase and relentless hours in the gym with Changbin. He reaches up, digs his fingers into Seungmin’s hips, easily overpowering the puppy hybrid to flip him over.
“I told you I’d win, puppy,” Jeongin pants, his voice low and teasing as he uses his strength to pin Seungmin's wrists above his head.
“Shut up, Innie,” Seungmin barks back, his grip tightening even as he's forced onto his back. “I’m the one on top.”
You push the door open fully, the hinge letting out a soft, accusing creak. Both hybrids freeze instantly. Their heads snap toward you, eyes wide, but the fear is immediately underscored by a defiant, cheeky spark. They are both notoriously bratty, and even caught in the act, they don't fold as easily as the others might.
“Did anyone give either of you permission to play today?” you ask, your voice calm but dangerously sweet.
Seungmin slowly sits back on his heels, a stubborn pout forming on his lips even as his puppy ears press flat against his head. Jeongin stays sprawled on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes dart to the open door, his fox grin widening. He knows they're in trouble, and he’s clearly enjoying it.
“We didn't think we needed to ask,” Jeongin chirps, his voice dripping with faux-innocence. “We were just playing around.”
“With the door wide open?” You step into the room, deliberately leaving the door unlatched. You stand over them, looking down at the two hybrids who are still trying to maintain an air of brattiness.
You reach down, grabbing Seungmin by the chin and forcing him to look at you. He lets out a defiant huff, but his trembling gives him away.
You climb onto the bed, beckoning Jeongin to move. He does so slowly, you sit on your heels, commanding Seungmin to crawl into your lap. The boy hesitates for a second, a final spark of bratty resistance in his eyes, before he finally obeys with a soft, needy whine.
“Innie, watch,” you command. “Since you love a show, you’re going to be the audience for this one. Strip. Both of you. No talking back.”
They move, soon, both bare and exposed in the center of the bed. You wrap one hand around Seungmin’s throat, your thumb pressing firmly against his pulse point. You tighten your grip on his neck, making him gasp. Instead of just yielding, he tries to arch his back, his eyes searching yours with an unspoken challenge.
“He’s so pathetic, Noona,” Jeongin teases, though his own breathing is ragged. He’s sitting on his heels at the foot of the bed, his hand already moving on himself, his gaze fixed on the hallway. “Look at the 'big, tough' puppy now.”
“Quiet,” you snap, giving the puppy’s neck a firm squeeze. “Stop touching yourself. I'm thinking... Maybe you're both a little too much for me to handle alone today. Such naughty, bratty pets. Maybe I should just call Chan-hyung in here to help me put you in your places."
The threat of the Alpha usually works, but Jeongin’s eyes flash with a sudden, competitive heat. He sits up, his broad chest and muscles tensing as he moves closer to you, his fox tail sweeping the duvet in a slow, predatory rhythm.
"No need for that, Noona," Jeongin purrs, his voice dropping an octave, losing its playful edge for something much more demanding. "I'm much stronger now. I can handle him... and I can handle you. Let me show you how much better I've gotten."
Before you can respond to his sudden shift, Jeongin takes over. He doesn't wait for your response, instead, he uses his body to guide you back against the headboard, then reaches out to snatch Seungmin by the back of the neck, dragging the puppy hybrid into your lap with effortless strength.
"Stay still, puppy," Jeongin growls, settling behind Seungmin and pinning his arms back with one thick, unyielding forearm. With his free hand, he reaches out, raising his voice so it carries clearly into the quiet hallway. "Hyungs! Come see how pretty our puppy looks when he's being a good boy for Noona!"
Seungmin’s heart hammers against his ribs, his face turning a shamed, frantic scarlet as he realizes Jeongin is actually inviting the pack to watch. You wrap your hand around Seungmin’s throat, feeling his pulse skyrocket.
"You're being very bold, Jeonginnie," you whisper, meeting the fox's dark, triumphant gaze.
"I've been working hard for this, Jagi," he replies, his grin sharp and predatory. He leans over Seungmin, his broader frame creating a cage for the puppy hybrid.
Jeongin captures your lips in a demanding kiss, his tongue tangling with yours with a sudden hunger. You melt into the kiss, your hands moving to coordinate with his. While your mouths are locked in a messy, hot exchange directly over the pinned Seungmin, your hands reach down.
He finds Seungmin's sensitive, aching nipples, twisting and plucking at them with a firm, punishing pressure that makes him let out a high-pitched, muffled whine. Your free hand joins his, fingers wrapping tight as you begins to jerk Seungmin off with a merciless rhythm.
The puppy hybrid thrashes weakly, his eyes rolling back as the exhibitionism of the open door heightens every sensation.
"Look at him, Noona," Jeongin murmurs against your lips, breaking the kiss just enough to let his hot breath fan over your face. "He's so close. You going to bark for us, Seungminnie?”
Seungmin lets out a raw, broken sound that echoes down the hall, as he spills violently across your thighs and hands. He melts into the blankets, a shaking mess.
The door creaking on its hinges reveals Minho standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his cat ears twitching in pure annoyance. He looks at the two of you on the bed, his gaze lingering on the messy sheets and the wide-open door.
“For heaven’s sake,” Minho snaps, his voice sharp and dry. “If you two brats are going to play without permission, at least have the decency to close the door. I can hear you from the kitchen. It's embarrassing.”
He doesn't wait for a reply. He reaches out, grabs the handle, and slams the door shut with a loud, final click before marching away
You’re in the hallway when the bickering starts, low, competitive growls that have been building since the pack finished dinner. Through the half-open door, you can see Seungmin sitting on the edge of the bed, his puppy ears perked with a sharp, mischievous tilt. He’s got the cuff of your sweater between his teeth, the one you'd left draped over the chair, gnawing on the fabric with a slow, deliberate focus while he watches Changbin pace the room like a caged animal, his bunny ears pinned back. He’s been trying to get close to you for an hour, but Seungmin has been a persistent, bratty wall between you.
“You know,” Seungmin mumbles around the fabric of your sleeve, his voice dripping with calculated spite. “She told me while you were in the kitchen that she missed me more. I think she likes me more, Hyung."
Changbin stops dead. He turns, his dark eyes fixed on Seungmin with a predatory intensity that has the younger hybrid’s grin widening even as he lets out a small, instinctive whine.
“What did you say, puppy?” Changbin’s voice is a low, dangerous rumble.
“I’m saying,” Seungmin lets go of your sleeve, his grin defiant and sharp, “that you’re just a loud rabbit. She’d probably ignore you entirely if she had the choice.”
In a blur of gray and white, Changbin is across the room. He manhandles him; he hauls the puppy hybrid up by his collar and shoves him back against the headboard.
Suddenly, a violent, heavy thud echoes through the hallway, the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall. You hurry in, worried about the sudden noise, only to freeze at the sight of the chaos. Seungmin folds immediately, his grumpy energy replaced by a breathless, excited whine. He’s pinned, his tail wagging a mile a minute despite the bruising grip Changbin has on him.
“You think she’d ignore me?” Changbin sneers, his breath hot against Seungmin’s ear as his gaze snaps to yours, his possessiveness flaring at your sudden entry. “Let’s test that. Puppy thinks he’s so important? He can stay right there and watch. Too weak to do it right anyway.”
Changbin hauls you into his lap, his thick arms wrapping around you in a squeeze that forces the air from your lungs, flipping you over until you’re draped across his lap, facing the wide-eyed, grinning Seungmin.
He bunches your shirt up, exposing your chest to the puppy's gaze. His fingers are rough as he finds your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive tips between his thick fingers. He doesn't go easy; he tugs and pulls at the peaks, and makes your back arch and your breath hitch in sharp, broken cries.
“Watch Seungmin,” Changbin growls, his thumb dragging hard over one aching nipple, squeezing it until you gasp. “See how she moans when I handle her like this? You’re too weak to make her sound like this.”
He forces you even closer to Seungmin's face. Seungmin is pinned flat against the headboard, Changbin hovers over him, keeping the puppy hybrid trapped while he pulls you into the small space between them. He forces you onto your knees, your back pressed firmly against his broad, heated chest as he leans you forward, making your breasts hang directly over Seungmin's face. Changbin’s thick arms reach around you, his hands immediately returning to your nipples to toy with them.
“Watch, Seungmin,” Changbin growls, his hand reaching down to guide his hardening length to your entrance. “Watch how she forgets you’re even in the room.”
When Changbin pushes inside, it’s with a guttural, happy cry of triumph. He’s relentless, each movement driven by months of pent-up need as his broad chest presses firmly against your back, his pace frantic and overwhelming in the quiet room, the intensity of it making Seungmin’s pupils blow wide.
Seungmin is near tears, but the grin never leaves his face. He’s forced to watch every inch of the penetration from inches away, his own hand stroking himself as he’s relegated to a spectator. He reaches out, his hands trembling as he’s only allowed to touch what Changbin permits. He leans forward, his tongue lapping at the skin of your shoulder, his teeth grazing your neck in a desperate attempt to get you to look at him while Changbin claims you.
“Look at me, Jagi,” Seungmin sobs out, his puppy ears drooping pathetically. “Look at me... please... I’m the one you missed, right? Tell him...”
“Don’t you dare,” Changbin barks, his hands anchoring your hips with a bruising force, making sure you feel every inch of him. “She’s not looking at a weak little puppy. She’s feeling a real man. Tell him, Princess. Tell him you can’t even hear him over the sound of me fucking you.”
You’re caught in the middle of a sensory overload. Changbin is all heat and friction behind you, while Seungmin is a desperate, whining mess at your front, licking the sweat off your skin and whining for a scrap of the attention you’re giving the bunny hybrid. Every time Seungmin tries to steal a kiss, Changbin pulls you back, forcing you to arch your spine and cry out.
As Changbin nears his peak, his movements become a chaotic blur of strength. He’s squeezing you so hard you can barely breathe, his scent marking every inch of the room. “I missed you... I missed you so much,” he groans, his forehead dropping to your neck as he spills deep inside you with a violent, shuddering release.
Seungmin is working himself frantically beneath you, his body trembling, but he can’t quite cross the edge. His eyes are glazed and tearful, fixed on your face with a heart-wrenching desperation as he continues to stroke himself, his whines turning into broken, stuttering pleas.
“Noona... Hyung... please,” he mumbles, his voice thick with a sudden, desperate need for validation. "Look at me. Pay attention to me now. I was a good boy, right? I watched. I did everything you wanted. Please..."
Changbin’s heart is still racing, but the "mean" edge in his eyes softens instantly. He lets out a long, shuddering sigh, shifting his weight to pull both you and the trembling puppy into a single, bone-crushing squeeze. "Yeah, puppy," he grunts, his voice low but warm now as he nuzzles the back of your head. "You were a good boy. Even if you are a brat."
You reach out, cupping Seungmin’s face and pulling him up just enough to look into his glazed, watery eyes. You press a slow, sweet kiss to his lips, then another to his forehead, while your hand finally moves down to cover his, adding your own rhythm to his. The sudden flood of affection the kisses, the soft words, and the shared touch, is finally too much for him.
Seungmin lets out a sharp, high-pitched cry as he finally spills, his body going completely limp beneath you, his body sinking deep into the mattress under your weight. He buries his face in your chest, still whining softly, his body trembling from the force of the release.
Changbin joins in, his large hands moving to pet Seungmin’s ears as he leans over you to plant a messy, affectionate kiss on the puppy's nose.
I was wondering if you could write something fun with IN x fem.reader 🦊
Being the mischevious little fox he is, i bet he would do what was in his power to annoy the other members. With him rubbing his fox-scent ALL OVER readers body, the fresh clothes in her closet, her bed/furniture etc.. Might even rub himself on her hairbrush a little, just to reeeeally annoy the guys when her hair also smells like him
Not that reader could smell it herself.. being a human and all 🤭
2025 Holidays Event | baby powder and hair brushes
pairing: fox!jeongin x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: scenting, mild jealousy/possesiveness
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 0.6k
Jeongin wasn't just a fox hybrid, he was a fox hybrid with a plan, or at least that’s what he likes to tell himself. His ears, sunset-orange and tipped with charcoal black, were perked forward in intense concentration. His bushy tail flicked behind him in a rhythmic, self-satisfied sway as he stood in front of your open closet.
To anyone else, it looked like he was just looking for a hoodie. In reality, he was working, working his plan.
He took a deep breath, the scent of your laundry detergent mixing with the faint, lingering sweetness of your perfume, and leaned into your hanging clothes. With a low, contented hum, he began to rub his cheek against your favorite sweaters, moving with a deliberate, slow grace. He made sure to get the scent glands near his ears right against the fabric of your fresh white blouses.
"Too much Chan-hyung on this one," he muttered to himself, his nose wrinkling as he detected the faint trace of cedarwood from where the leader had hugged you yesterday. He rubbed himself even more vigorously against the sleeve until the cedar was buried under his own scent, something akin to baby powder.
He was marking his territory. Or rather, his favorite person.
Next was the bed. Jeongin crawled onto the mattress, rolling around like a pup in tall grass. He nuzzled your pillows, burying his face in the fabric, and draped his tail across your duvet, swishing it back and forth until every inch of your sleeping space smelled undeniably like him.
Then, he spotted the ultimate prize on your vanity: your hairbrush.
A mischievous glint sparked in his dark eyes. He knew the other members, especially Minho, were sensitive to scents. If your hair smelled like him, there would be no escaping the fact that he was your number one. He picked up the brush and, with a cheeky grin, began to rub the base of his ears and the fluff of his tail against the bristles.
"What are you doing, Innie?"
Jeongin jumped, nearly dropping the brush. You were leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a robe, watching him with an amused expression.
He didn't look guilty. Instead, he tilted his head, his fox ears twitching as he gave you a dazzling, dimpled smile. "Ensuring quality control," he chirped, stepping toward you.
"Quality control?" You laughed, walking into the room. The scent hit you immediately, it was distinctly Jeongin. "It smells like a fox den in here."
"Good," he purred, closing the distance between you. He didn't wait for an invitation; he draped himself over your shoulders, his chin hooking over your shoulder as he began to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. He was soft and warm, his tail immediately curling around your waist to anchor you to him. "Now everyone will know."
"Know what?" you asked, reaching up to scratch behind his ears.
Jeongin let out a shaky, happy sigh, leaning into your touch. "That you’re mine. Chan-hyung can give you all the advice he wants, and Minho-hyung can try to tease you, but when you walk past them, they're going to smell me."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his nose booping against yours. "I even did your brush. Every time you fix your hair, you're going to be putting my scent on you. It’s perfect."
You shook your head, unable to be annoyed by his possessiveness when he looked so incredibly proud of himself. "You're a menace, Yang Jeongin."
"I'm your menace," he corrected, nipping playfully at your earlobe before pulling you down onto the freshly-scented bed. "Now stay. I haven't finished the left side of your neck yet."
Could i please request an ot8 scene, maybe within the time reader first returns?
Kinda want like a smut with plot, switch to dom reader, and it’s just the pack being like “you’ve been gone so long, are you going to remind us who’s *pets* we are?” (Referencing to the head canons from the last part with the hybrids where reader called them their pets.)
If it could be a full fic or a drabble that would be great!
The taxi crunches to a halt on the snow-dusted driveway, the scent of fresh pine and woodsmoke already heavy in the cold air. You take a deep breath, the chill feeling like a welcome shock. You are finally here. You have been planning this trip for months, the perfect excuse to escape and run back to the filled house that makes you feel the most alive. Before you can even reach the handle, the front door of the house flies open with such force it hits the wall with a hollow thwump.
A blur of gray and white, Changbin, launches himself across the porch. Mid-air, there is a pop of air, before a much smaller, extremely fluffy white bunny lands in your arms. “I missed you!”
The pack spills onto the porch behind him. Han manages to climb your suitcase and shoulder in one smooth, quokka move, clinging desperately. “Don’t go away again! Don’t leave! I was so lonely.”
Felix gently pushes Han aside. He head-butts your shoulder with urgency, his eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re late. I already started the first batch of Christmas cookies. We’re doing the gingerbread next, you promised we’d do the faces together!”
Seungmin, trying to appear collected, stands a distance away, tail giving the slightest wag. His pretense of indifference lasts until Jeongin saunters up, using the distraction to grab your hand. Chan steps forward, holding the door wide, his wolf presence grounding the chaos. He takes your bags with one solid hand, his eyes warm, possessing, and deeply relieved.
“Welcome home, babygirl,” he murmurs, pulling you into a proper, long pack-leader hug, letting his warm scent mark your clothes. He looks over the ecstatic, chaotic hybrids surrounding you, gives a soft, resigned sigh. “You know, it’s really irresponsible to leave your expensive, high-maintenance pets unattended for so long. Someone could have set the house on fire.”
Minho, who leans against the door frame observing the madness with that stupid smirk of his, nods in agreement. “Dinner is ready. We can discuss this inside where it’s warm”
Dinner is loud, warm, and comforting, Minho runs the table like a drill sergeant, and Hyunjin successfully convinces everyone to watch a terribly dramatic Christmas romance movie after they are done.
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The credits roll on the romance movie, and the hybrids are buzzing with post-meal energy and love. As the pack settles, Changbin grabs you, already half-asleep draped across a pile of faux fur blankets, his head resting squarely on your thigh. You run a hand through the fur of his bunny ears, a small smile.
Minho catches your eye first. He isn't smiling anymore, his cat gaze sharp, intense, and completely dominant. He stands up from the cushion pile where he has been resting. He walks slowly until he is standing directly over you. Changbin whines softly at the intrusion but doesn't move. Minho places both hands on the floor cushions next to you, trapping you between the curve of his body and the soft weight of the sleeping bunny hybrid.
His voice drops low, a sound that demands attention. “You’ve been gone for months, pretending like you didn’t have a pack of eight waiting for you. You know how dangerous that is, right?”
You tip your chin up, meeting his intense gaze. A grin spreads across your face. “Oh, Minho. Are you feeling needy? Did my big, tough cat miss me that much?”
Chan shifts, Han and Felix sit up, tails twitching, their earlier sweetness gone, replaced by neediness. Even Seungmin, no longer feigning disinterest, is on his knees near the nest, watching with wide, expectant eyes.
Minho leans closer, his eyes challenging. “So, Jagi,” he purrs, the title an immediate, sharp transition, “are you going to remind us who’s pets we are? Because we have had a lot of time to misbehave while you were gone.”
His words hang in the warm air of the room.
“Make some room for Minho, boys. I think he's feeling needy.”
The hybrids don’t respond but with a collective shiver through the air.
You watch as Minho manages a tight, dangerous smile, pushing off the floor cushions where he had been. “I didn’t say you could move yet, kitten.”
He freezes, the smile dissolving instantly, startled.
You grab his face, his jaw tight under your thumb, and drag him further into the center of the nest. “Strip. Now.”
Minho moves with reluctant obedience, shedding his clothes, the sound of his tail hitting the fabric pile a nervous rhythm. He kneels bare and trembling in the center of the fluffy, warm nest, his hands hovering nervously.
“Put on a pretty show for the pack, Jagiii~” you command, your voice low and final. “And keep your eyes on me.”
He nods sharply, swallowing hard, his chest heaving, and immediately begins to stroke himself. The cock in his hand is already rigid, pretty leaking tip at the top of the curve. His hand moves in a slow slide, focusing on the sensitive tip. He lets out only quiet, choked-off whimpers, determined to put on a good show. You watch his thick thighs where the muscles clench as he shifts his hips to thrust into his own hand, he lets a smirk crawl across his face as he sees your intense gaze and Chan's envious look.
You deliberately turn your head away from Minho to avoid giving him the direct satisfaction he craves. You watch Chan peeling himself off the cushions to find the corner. His legs spread, showing off his hardening length, a thick tent straining the flannel of his pajama bottoms. Chan settles in, discreetly palming the thick tent in his pants, his golden eyes heavy with possessive tension, watching over the boys.
Across the room, Hyunjin has been watching Minho’s open, eager hand moving, his breathing growing shallow and fast. He rips off his own pants, exposing his long legs and dripping length. He doesn’t wait for an order, just a quick glance at you for approval. The second he has it, his hand wraps tightly around his own member, his thumb repeatedly pressing and rubbing at the sensitive tip and pushing against the slit to draw out a thick, slow trail of pre-cum.
Changbin, left alone without attention, is getting needy, his bunny tail twitching against the cushions. Felix immediately scrambles into Changbin's lap, curling up and pressing against him. Changbin instantly pulls the kitten into a crushing embrace, settling them both onto a thick pile of blankets.
You lean in, your fingers tracing the back of Changbin's neck. "My needy Binnie, my needy Lixie. You two want to cum so badly, don't you? Rub against each other. Show me how good my pets are when they take care of each other."
Changbin claims the kitten with a possessive, deep kiss, his hands working to anchor Felix’s high energy by beginning a comforting, insistent humping motion against his hips, muffling the needy purrs.
You shift your attention from the frantic energy of the two boys to the stillness of the most obedient puppy. Seungmin is still kneeling dutifully by the edge of the nest, but his puppy tail is now tucked tightly between his legs and his whine is almost inaudible.
“What’s that sound, puppy?” you ask sweetly, your tone sharp. “Are you bored? Did I not move fast enough for you?”
He bows his head, ears drooping. “N-no. Just… Missed you.” He flushes scarlet with humiliation.
Minho, who has been watching dutifully, lets out a sharp, needy whine that makes his hips stutter violently against his hand.
You snap your eyes over to the cat, your voice dropping to pure ice as you raise your hand and deliver a quick, stingy slap across his cheek. “No, hold it. Wait your turn, kitten.”
Minho immediately freezes, his head dropping in shame, the whine cutting off with a soft whimper. You turn your attention back to Seungmin, letting your fingers tap against the hardening length. “Look at this useless little thing,” you coo cruelly into his ear. “Is this all you have for me? It’s just a cute little decoration, isn't it? Barely even worth my touch.”
Seungmin whines again, a sound closer to surrender. “Please. I’m trying. Please-.”
You nod, satisfied by his broken plea. "Fine, does anyone want to take care of this puppy and his little clit?"
Han scrambles to his feet, eyes wide, begging. “Please, baby! He’s a puppy! I know how to handle puppies! Can I? Please, I’ve been so good!” Han’s desperate excitement fills the room.
You nod, granting Han his request. Han lets out a celebratory squeal and immediately drags the humiliated Seungmin away to a corner, pushing him onto his hands and knees in a doggy stance. Han kneels behind him, grabbing Seungmin's hips and immediately burying his face into the puppy’s tight hole. Han’s tongue is eager and wet, darting out.
“Baby, look! He’s so pretty! I’m going to make this little hole useful, Seungminnie,” Han babbles excitedly. “This is the better spot, puppy, the one that deserves all the attention, not that tiny little cock you were whining about!” His tongue spirals deep into Seungmin’s desperate, aching hole, his hips arching towards the elder’s tongue.
After a few greedy moments, Han shifts position, barely unbuckling his pants before slipping into the wet, clenching hole with messy, excited thrusts.
Minho lets out a sharp, miserable whine of pure desperation, hearing the escalating sounds of Han's ecstatic commands at Seungmin.
You glance at Minho and sigh dramatically. “Poor kitty. Still waiting.” You ignore his whimper and look at Jeongin, who has been standing quietly, tail flicking softly, satisfied by the unfolding scene.
“Jeonginnie,” you call, bringing the fox forward. “Your Hyung is clearly suffering. Go take care of him. I want to see how pretty he looks when you fill him.”
Jeongin’s grin widens, his ear twitching as he strips, his eyes dark with mischief and excitement. He turns to Minho, who immediately rolls onto his back, his legs folded and lifted into the air in a position of complete surrender. You grab a bottle of lubricant and spill a generous amount over Minho's hips and butt, letting it coat his tight entrance before Jeongin even gets close.
Jeongin settles between the cat's legs, pulling him tight. He leans down and begins to suckle markings, biting and nipping sharply at the sensitive skin of Minho's neck and shoulder. Minho lets out a series of raw, strangled gasps as Jeongin begins to fuck him, the friction of their bodies combined with the pain and possessiveness pushing Minho near the edge of his self-control. Jeongin pulls back briefly and delivers a soft, open-palmed dick slap to Minho's already throbbing erection before plunging back in, hitting a spot that has the elder wiggling away.
Chan is rigid, his eyes burning, eyes fluttering between Changbin and Felix, Han and Seungmin, Jeongin and Minho, even Hyunjin , whose eyes themselves are fixed on Jeongin’s cock bullying into Mihno’s hole. But Chan is getting needy, his desire has been slowly building up. You get up and go wolf hybrid. He pushes his kneeling legs apart for you. You look up at the proud, dominant wolf face, now utterly submissive to your approach.
You don't immediately take him in your mouth. Instead, you trace a finger along the tight flannel covering his straining cock. “You’ve been watching your ferret very closely, Da-ddy. He’s all exposed and wet with need right now. Shall I make you feel good, or do you want to go take your pet and show him how good you can make him feel?”
His golden eyes flash with the intensity of the choice. He pulls your hand toward his mouth, kissing your knuckles deeply. “Can we take care of him together, babygirl?”
You nod, accepting his desire to share the reward. You look over at Hyunjin, whose rhythmic movements have slowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Chan. “Hyunjin! Come here and bring that perfect mouth.”
Hyunjin immediately drops his own arousal, his face alight with pleasure. He crawls over, positioning himself directly between Chan's spread knees. Chan tugs down his pajama bottoms, freeing his thick, straining length. You sink behind Hyunjin, resting your chin on Chan's exposed thigh. You grab Hyunjin's rigid member, setting a slow, deliberate pace for him as Chan guides Hyunjin's mouth toward his cock.
Hyunjin immediately takes Chan's thick cock deep into his mouth. The size forces a low, soft gagging sound from the boy, who struggles briefly before Chan's heavy hand settles firmly on the back of his head, controlling the pace and depth. Chan moans deeply, a guttural sound of satisfaction, his eyes meeting yours over Hyunjin's shaking form.
You keep your hand anchored to Hyunjin's member, speeding up the rhythm, matching the desperate thrusts Chan is taking into Hyunjin's throat. You lean close to Chan's ear, your voice a wicked tease, "Look at him take it, Daddy. He's such a pretty boy. Finish on his face for me."
Hyunjin lets out a final, muffled squeak just as his hips buck, spilling a hot, sticky mess all over your hand. Chan uses the moment of Hyunjin's climax to pull himself out of the younger’s mouth, his body shuddering as he releases thick cum all over Hyunjin's face, hair and ears.
They both pant in exhaustion as Chan grabs the trembling Hyunjin, pulling the messy ferret close for a possessive, deep kiss, before licking the mess he just created off the ferret’s face. He turns his attention back to you, his eyes heavy with absolute satisfaction.
“Thank you, babygirl,” he whispers, burying his face in Hyunjin’s neck.
You give them a soft, knowing smile. “Stay there, my good boys. Get cozy, but stay awake for me.” You gently remove your hand from Hyunjin's wet member, leaving them tangled and exhausted in the corner. You wipe the cum off your hand on a nearby blanket, and look over the rest of the room, still filled with frantic, needy movement. You turn your attention back to the middle of the room, where Changbin and Felix are still pressed together, their eyes wide and desperate.
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Changbin and Felix are panting, their bare hips still grinding against each other, but the rhythmic comfort has turned into broken, frantic friction. You approach them and confirm your suspicion. Changbin's pajama bottoms are clearly damp, and Felix's front is slick and shiny, they've been edging themselves and have already made a mess of themselves multiple times in the chaotic background.
“My brave boys,” you coo, sinking next to them. Changbin is twitchy, his muscles tense from holding back. Felix is soft and purring, but both are staring at you for help.
“Princess, please,” Changbin whimpers, his hips stuttering against Felix’s thigh, hands falling off the younger’s hips. “I need to-I can’t stop, please.”
Felix just head-butts your arm.
You smile, dominant and satisfied. “You’ve been so good, helping each other.”
You kneel over Changbin, your hands immediately going to Felix’s waist. You grab Felix’s hips and guide the kitten’s movements, slowly grinding Felix’s sensitive body against Changbin’s aching length. As you guide his hips, you reach down and give his fluffy tail a sharp tug, and Felix’s sharp purr escalates instantly, a sound so perfect.
"Go ahead, sunshine," increasing the pressure on Felix's hips, trapping him against the bunny. Felix lets out a harsh, muffled scream as his body locks up, followed by Changbin’s own cry, both boys collapsing onto the nest in a tangle of wet covers and limbs.
You turn your attention fully to the messy remaining four boys.
In one corner, Han is still driving into Seungmin's aching hole, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as Seungmin attempts to muffle his cries against the cushions. In the center, Jeongin is still using Minho, who is still rolled onto his back, legs folded and lifted into his air, receiving relentless thrusts from the fox while trying to stifle his gasps.
You rise, standing tall over the four desperately panting figures. “Seungmin, stop whining and get over here.”
Han, who had been bullying his cock into the younger one, freezes instantly, pulling out with a shuddering groan. Seungmin, still on all fours, is forced to crawl forward.
Jeongin’s eyes meet yours. He pulls Minho by the hips, dragging the cat forward towards you. Minho is still on his back, his legs open and exposed. Seungmin settles face hovering Minho’s face, as Han takes a hold of his hips again.
You kneel beside Jeongin, reaching out to stroke Minho’s head gently, running your hand between his twitching cat ears. You then look at Jeongin, your voice soft, “Did he feel good, Jeonginnie? Did the kitten make pretty sounds for you?”
Jeongin pants, pushing a hand to force Minho’s wet thigh higher. He forces a shrug, his fox grin predatory. "He’s really whiny.”
You nod, satisfied. You meet Seungmin’s desperate, tear-filled eyes, then Han’s frantic, eager ones, wanting to go back to being buried in the puppy’s hole. You reach down, pushing the flannel pants down your thighs and stepping out of them entirely. Your body is warm and glistening with anticipation. You lay down onto the soft blankets just in front of the four boys, spreading your legs slightly to expose your wet core to their gaze.
“You can only cum once Seungmin and Minho make me cum first.”
Minho and Seungmin instantly position themselves over your heat, their hunger overriding any hesitation. They settle quickly, their mouths lowering to lick and worship your heat. The two boys are messily licking at your core, their tongues working and circling over your clit. Their hands are working to separate your legs, their faces pushing against each other as they are rocked by the soft rhythm of Han and Jeongin fucking into them.
Han leans down and begins toying roughly with Seungmin's sensitive nipples, twisting and pulling them, Seungmin whimpers sharply as fingers twist his nipples, the pain and pleasure driving his tongue harder and more desperately into your heat. Jeongin gently cups Minho's exposed butt and delivers a spank. Minho, already overwhelmed by the sensation, lets out a guttural, hungry sound, savagely attacking your core with renewed intensity, as if punishing you for denying him his earlier release.
It doesn't take long for their combined attention to push you over the edge. Seungmin’s insistent tongue, chasing the sensitive head of your clit, and Minho’s greedy, deep lapping sends sharp pleasure up your spine. Your legs tremble, your hips begin to buck against their faces. A shrill gasp leaves your mouth as you cover their faces in your cum.
"You can cum, babies"
Han snaps his hips down onto Seungmin's body with an aggressive thrust. “You hear that, puppy? You’re so wet. Gonna make a mess?”
Jeongin is thrusting savagely into Minho, creating lewd slapping noises. “That sound means you’re close, Hyung! Show her what a good kitty looks like when he is filled.”
You reach down, stroking Minho's sweaty hair and then running your hand possessively over Seungmin's flopping ears. Minho and Seungmin greedily lick up your juices as they flow over their cheeks and into their mouths.
Han’s hips immediately change rhythm. The sound of his ecstatic grunt echoes as he buries himself deep into Seungmin’s already aching hole. Han pumps him relentlessly, determined to feel the final stretch of Seungmin’s hole clench around him as he comes inside Seungmin. The rush of Han's release pushes Seungmin's body into spasms, and Seungmin’s own small cock squirts his sticky climax everywhere onto Minho's chest and neck, his cries sharp and broken against Minho's mouth.
The sensation of Seungmin's hot fluid splashing across his chest, combined with Jeongin's relentless pounding, sends Minho spiraling into overstimulation. He squeezes his eyes shut, a broken whine tearing from his throat as his head thrashes against the blankets.
“Poor kitty,” you coo, leaning down to pet his twitching ears. “You’ve been so patient while everyone else made a mess of you. Here.” Your hand wraps firmly around his neglected, rock-hard erection, coating it in the mess Seungmin just made. You pump him once, twice, but it’s all he needs. Minho arches his back off the floor, before he spills his own release over your hand and his own stomach. Jeongin’s breathing hitches as he feels Minho clamp down around him. He looks down at his Hyung, whose eyes are rolled back in messy bliss. Jeongin pulls Minho’s hips up and slams into him with a rough, deep stroke, pushing into that deep well of need until he lets out a relieved groan, flooding the cat hybrid with his cum.
The entire room falls into a sudden silence, filled only by the heavy, shuddering panting of eight exhausted bodies. The first person to move is Chan. He separates himself from the still-trembling Hyunjin and stands, momentarily reclaiming his role as the pack leader.
He looks over the entire mess with the mild annoyance he gets when things are out of order. He gently pulls a stack of soft, clean towels from a nearby basket and begins distributing them, starting with Hyunjin, who is still covered in his climax.
You accept the soft towel Chan offers you and immediately use it to clean the most obvious messes from Minho and Seungmin’s faces, wiping the evidence of your own release from their cheeks. Chan moves efficiently, offering water bottles to everyone. Once the immediate mess is cleared, he’s quick to grab Felix and carry him to the center to cuddle.
You watch as the exhausted hybrids move to the beginning of a cuddle pile forming. Minho rolls over, pulling Seungmin tightly into his side. Han and Jeongin crawl over, forming a human barrier around the still-trembling boys. Changbin burrows his way into the softest piles, immediately fusing himself to your side. You sink back into the deepest part of the blankets, completely enveloped by the warmth, weight.
I just thought of Han and DP together as soon as I read it, and maybe a Felix with him wearing thigh-high stockings because the reader just likes that. I already made a "switcher" request at your first event and I think something like that would be cool in this one too, please... Just the reader being dominant at the beginning, giving pleasure to both of them, being a very caring soft!mommy, what the two don't know is that deep down she wants to rub herself against Felix's stocking while he uses it to dirty her thigh, while Han whispers obscene things and pays attention to her. (Sorry for the bad English, it's not my first language)
2025 Holidays Event | thigh highs & a fort
pairing: quokka!han x kitten!felix x f!reader
genre: smut
warnings: switch!han, switch!reader, sub!felix, use of mommy, thigh highs used inappropriately, handjob, blowjob, ass play, fingering, spit as lube (don't do that), double penetration, overstimulation
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 1.6k
a/n: (also taglist form in even post)
The living room is soft textures and low light, a mountain of knitted blankets and plush pillows has been constructed into a fort, the air humming with the electronic chirps of a video game.
Han is buried in the center of the pile, wearing a shirt that’s at least three sizes too big, Minho’s or Changbin’s, most likely, slipping off one shoulder to expose the sharp line of his collarbone and his tattoo. Below the hem, his legs are bare save for a pair of boxers, his little tail twitching restlessly against the cushions.
Beside him, Felix is curled up like a cat, drowning in a thick cable-knit sweater. Beneath the wool, the sleek, black silk of thigh-high stockings catches the light, the delicate lace biting into the soft skin of his upper thighs.
You stand in the doorway, heart swelling. "Oh my god," you coo. "Look at my boys. All comfy and cute. Are you trying to kill me with how precious you look?"
The game is abandoned easily. Han drops his controller, and Felix’s head snaps up, eyes sparkling. You walk over, leaning over the back of the couch to drape your arms around them, pulling them into a hug. "Mmm, you smell like home," you murmur, kissing the crown of Han’s head, then Felix’s temple.
"Noona," Han whines, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "You were gone for too long. We were bored. And you're always spending so much time with the others lately... it's like you forgot I'm your favorite."
"Jisungie," you tease, "You know I don't have favorites."
You press a soft kiss to Felix’s nose, then one to each of Han’s cheeks, lingering to give one a little bit. "Mommy's here now. Does that make up for it?"
You settle between them, taking your time to rearrange the space until it's perfect. You pull Han’s hips flush against your side so he’s leaning heavily into you, his head resting on your shoulder. You reach into his boxers first, your palm cupping his heat and pulling out his member. Your hand wraps tightly around the length, and you begin to jerk him off with slow tugs feeling his harden under your touch, your thumb repeatedly grazing the sensitive slit to draw out the slick beading. Han lets out a long, shaky sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on the slide of your hand.
Once he’s settled into the pace, you turn your full attention to Felix, who is watching with wide, expectant eyes. You let him move from the cushions to the space between your knees. You reach out, your thumb tracing the sensitive, weeping tip of his length before you lean down to slowly lick the bead of pre away. Felix’s breath hitches, his purr turning jagged as you finally slip him into your mouth, suck him with a swirl of your tongue. While your mouth occupies the kitten, your free hand wanders, running slowly along the smooth top of his thigh-highs.
"Such good boys," you pull away from Felix drool dripping onto his cock. "So patient for me."
Han watches with glazed eyes, but he notices the way your eyes keep darting to Felix’s legs. You reach down, hooked fingers catching the elastic band of Felix's thigh-high. You pull it an inch away from his skin, stretching the lace before letting it slap back against his thigh with a sharp, stinging crack. Felix lets out a high-pitched, surprised whine, his back arching into you, his purr turning into a broken sound.
"Mommy," Han teases, his voice dropping into a low obscene rasp. "Do they look pretty? You’re getting all wet just thinking about rubbing yourself on him, aren't you?"
You loosen your hand on Han's length, slowing to a halt. Han doesn't complain, instead, he pulls away entirely, his dark eyes fixed on your flushed face as he repositions himself. He crawls through the mess of blankets to settle firmly behind you.
Felix is lying flat on his back, you straddling one of his legs, your core pressing directly against the fabric of the stocking. Han settles behind you, straddling both of Felix's legs so you are sandwiched between them. He wraps his arms around your waist, his large palms sliding up to find your nipples, toying with them with a punishing intensity.
"You like that, don't you? Mommy?" Han whispers, his chest a solid wall of heat against your back. He begins to hump your back, his hips guiding yours to grind harder against Felix's thigh. You let out a frustrated huff, your breath hitching as the friction against your wetness sends sparks through your nerves.
Han’s hand slides down, slipping into the front of your panties. He toys with you roughly, his fingers gathering your own wetness to coat your folds before he reaches further. He begins to work you open for the kitten, his fingers stretching your entrance with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls your bottoms down and helps guide Felix's dick into your hole. He doesn't let you stay upright, though, he places his heavy palms on your shoulders and pushes you down until you and Felix are pressed chest-to-chest, your weight fully crushing the kitten into the pillows. Felix’s purr is a frantic, muffled vibration against your skin as he feels you swallow him whole.
Han leans over your back, his gaze fixed on the tight, exposed ring of your back door. He gathers a pool of spit in his mouth and lets it drop, the thick string of saliva landing perfectly to coat your puckered hole. He uses the slickness to begin fingering you open, his thumb tracing the muscle with a slow, agonizing pressure while he whispers filth into your ear.
"You're going to take both of us, Mommy," Han growls. "I'm going to fill you up so much you won't even remember your own name. Just two good boys filling you up."
Felix lets out a needy, high-pitched whine, his hips trying to buck up into you, desperate for more movement.
"Stay still, Lixie!" Han barks, his voice sharp and commanding. "Mommy isn't ready yet. Don't move until I say so."
Felix freezes instantly, his eyes wide and glazed, and lets out a fractured, obedient sound as he waits. Han finally slicks up his own dick with a mix of your wetness and his own pre-cum, positioning himself behind you. He pushes in slowly.
The sensation of them both is massive. You're a mess of moans, pinned between them. Han’s movements shift into a heavy rhythm. He doesn't rush, using the full weight of his body to drive into you, and because you’re pressed so tightly against Felix, every deep thrust from Han forces you to move onto Felix’s cock, creating a slow-burning, inescapable friction that stretches you to your limit.
"That's it, take it all," Han groans, his hands anchoring your hips as he hammers into you.
With every heavy strike from behind, you can feel the internal collision of their members through the thin, stretched wall. Every time Han’s dick drives deep into your asshole, it hits Felix's through the stretched partition. The sensation is lewd and overwhelming, making your vision spark as you're caught in the middle. Even Felix can’t hold back his whines.
Because you’re pressed chest-to-chest with Felix, your clit is constantly rubbing and crushing against his lower stomach and happy trail. Felix’s tip is driving deep into you, hitting against your g-spot with a relentless pressure that has you sobbing into his shoulder.
Felix isn’t much better, he can feel Han rutting into you, and the double stimulation is too much. He reaches his peak first, his body goes rigid beneath you, a harsh, muffled scream echoing into your neck as he cums inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your cunt. His sudden climax is the final trigger for you, feeling his cums slosh around you shatter into a climax of your own, your body clamping down around both of them.
Han doesn't stop, too deep into chasing his own pleasure. Even as you and Felix are shaking and spent, he continues to thrust, overstimulating you both with a steady, punishing pace that keeps you trapped on the edge of a second peak. Felix, far too sensitive for the continued friction, begins to whine and fuss beneath you, his body twitching with every heavy strike. He kicks his legs out weakly, his purr turning into high-pitched, desperate whimpers as he tries to squirm away from the sensory overload. Han ignores the kitten's protests, his eyes fixed on the way your own eyes roll back, his breathing turning into broken hiccups until he finally hits his limit. He spills deep inside your hole, leaving him shuddering against your spine.
The room falls into a heavy silence, save for the ragged breathing and the soft, repetitive jingle of the video game music loop. You let out a long, shaky breath, as you press a lingering, grateful kiss to Felix’s sweaty forehead.
"My good boys," you whisper, your voice thick with affection as you stroke Felix's damp hair and reach back to find Han's hand.
Han nuzzles into the crook of your neck, he stays there for a moment, simply breathing you in, before his dark eyes drift down to the ruined fabric still clinging to Felix’s trembling legs. A mischievous, curious glint returns to his gaze.
"Mommy," Han murmurs, his voice a low, raspy tease. "The kitten looked so pretty in those... but I was thinking. For next time... do you want to wear the thigh-highs for us? Or... should I wear them for you?"
Hello! For the holiday event, can you write cockwarming with daddy chan by the fireplace that leads to breeding?
2025 Holidays Event | by the embers
pairing: wolf!chan x f!reader
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: no prep, no protection, cockwarming
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 0.9k
The pack house is silent, when you wake up, your throat parched, the dry winter air of the cabin making it impossible to sleep. You gently pry yourself from Felix’s sleeping arms in the nest, padding down the hallway in nothing but one of the kitten’s oversized shirts, you expect to find the kitchen empty.
Instead, you find Chan bent over his laptop at the kitchen island. He looks every bit the weary old man Seungmin calls him, shoulders broad and tense, his silver-flecked wolf ears twitching at the sound of your footsteps long before you even reach the counter. He is notoriously an insomniac, but you’ve never seen him in the wee hours of the morning,
His voice rumbling through the quiet room, deep and gravelly from disuse. “Couldn't sleep, princess?”
“Thirsty,” you whisper, stepping into the kitchen. You fill a glass with water, and wander into the living room, drawn by the low, flickering orange glow of the hearth. You sink onto the plush rug, staring into the embers and nursing your glass until your mind begins to drift, zoning out into the hypnotic flames.
You’re completely lost in thought when a heavy, familiar presence settles behind you. Chan doesn't make a sound as he reaches out, his large hands sliding around your waist to tug you firmly between his spread legs. He wraps his arms tight around you, pinning you against his chest.
You all but melt into his warmth, your head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. As you expose the line of your neck, he is quick to nuzzle into the sensitive skin.
“You smell like Felix,” he murmurs, a soft, deep coo vibrating in his chest that surprises even him. He nuzzles deeper into your skin, his tail giving a slow, heavy thump against the rug. “You smell like the whole pack. I don't ever want you to smell like anything else again.”
“Chan…”
“Don’t leave,” he whispers, his hands sliding down to your hips. “Stay. Be my mate. Our mate. Let us take care of you properly.”
Before you can answer, he flips you around to face him, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. You feel the heavy, hot weight of him beneath his sweatpants.
“Just stay like this for a minute,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to cup your face.
He leans in, his lips finding yours in a slow, exploratory kiss that tastes faintly of the fire's smoke. It’s a soft, wet making out session, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you open for him, letting out a shaky breath that he swallows whole. As your tongues tangle, his hips grind up against you. The friction of his thick length through the fabric of his sweatpants is agonizingly perfect, teasing your heat until you're squirming against him.
He groans into your mouth, a low, vibrating sound that rumbles in his chest, his hands sliding down to grip your hips and anchor you firmly to his rhythmic, needy pace.
“You’re so responsive,” he purrs, his fingers digging into your hips to grind you down harder against him. “Imagine how you’ll look when I’m actually inside you. When I’m filling you up so deep you can’t think about anything but us.”
Chan reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, the sound of the elastic snapping loud in the quiet room as he shoves them down just enough to free himself. You gasp as his thick length springs free, and slaps hard against his lower stomach. He's already leaking, pearly pre-cum slicking off the head of his cock and onto his abs. It’s so messy… So lewd.
His hands find the thin lace of your panties, tugging them firmly to the side to clear a path. He grips your hips with a possessive, bruising hold, lifting you just enough to align you before guiding you back down. He spreads you open in a way that stings a little due to the lack of prep, your body tenses as he shushes you, pressing soft pecks to the corner of your lips. When he’s fully in, bottoming out against you, his tip presses firmly against that one spot. You clench around him, shifting your weight instinctively as you try to get comfortable, your eyes bleary with the overwhelming stretch.
“There she is,” he groans, his head falling back as he bottoms out. Instead of moving, Chan stays perfectly still. He keeps you anchored, his thick length filling you to the brink. He lets out a low, vibrating hum that resonates from his chest directly into yours.
“You’re so sleepy, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a warm caress against your ear. “So cute when your eyes are bleary like this.”
He doesn't let go, and he doesn't pull out. Instead, he shifts his weight with careful, dominant grace, guiding you both down. The move makes his cock shift deep inside you, the heavy friction drawing a small moan from your lips as you involuntarily clench around him. You end up sprawled together amidst the thick, fluffy rugs and the scattered blankets in front of the dying fire. He curls his large body around yours, keeping you pinned against his chest, his arms a tight, possessive hold.
“We should get some sleep,” he whispers, his nose nuzzling into the scent-marked skin of your neck. His tail gives a slow, heavy wag against the floor, the sound of the embers popping the only thing breaking the silence as you blink into sleep.
The fluorescent lights of the high-end boutique feel like a spotlight on every one of your flaws. You stand in the cramped fitting room, staring at the reflection of a silk slip dress that Jeongin insisted you try on. It’s beautiful, deep emerald, expensive, and just soo his taste, but all you see is the way the fabric clings to the curves you’ve been trying to hide. If shop mirrors were meant to be tilted and lit specifically to flatter a customer into a purchase, you couldn't even fathom how bad the reality actually looked.
“Noona? Are you coming out? I need to see if the color matches your eyes as well as I think it does!” Jeongin’s voice is bright, filtering through the heavy velvet curtain.
You can practically hear the rustle of the half-dozen bags already hanging from his arms. He’s a menace with a credit card, who loves nothing more than dragging you into his retail therapy sessions.
“It doesn’t fit, Innie,” you call back, your voice small. You start to pull the straps down, the familiar sting of insecurity rising in your throat. “It’s too small. I don't look good in this.”
The curtain pulls back just an inch, enough for his fox ears to poke through, twitching with annoyance. He doesn't wait for permission, he slips inside, his broader frame immediately making the room feel tiny. He’s already flicked his tail at a sales associate who tried to hover, and now his dark eyes are on you.
He doesn't look at the dress. He looks at you. He sees the way you're hunched over, the way you’re trying to cover yourself. You try to tug the hem down, shaking your head as you avoid his eyes in the glass. “It’s not my style, Jeongin. I’m uncomfortable, just... let’s go.” You’ve said this for the last four outfits: “It’s itchy”, “I don’t like it“; trying to play off the way your heart is sinking.
Jeongin sighs, his ears drooping slightly as if he’s actually giving in to your protests. He steps behind you, his large, warm hands settling on your waist for one last look in the mirror. “It’s not the dress that’s uncomfortable, Noona. It’s the way you’re trying to hide. But fine,” he murmurs, his chin resting on your shoulder as he catches your gaze in the glass. “If you really hate it that much, go ahead and change back into your things. I’ll meet you out front.”
He steps out of the curtained stall, and you let out a long breath of relief, quickly peeling the silk off your skin. You think you’ve won.
But outside, while you’re busy pulling your own clothes back on, Jeongin is already at the counter. He’s flicking his tail at the cashier with a self-satisfied grin, his credit card already out. He buys the emerald dress, a red one, and the lace set you refused to even look at. By the time you step out of the dressing room, he’s standing there with a mountain of bags and a perfectly innocent, cheeky expression. You don't even notice the extra bag among all the others he's already amassed.
"Ready to go, Noona?" he asks.
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The pack house is quiet when you return, the late afternoon sun casting long, golden shadows across the open-plan living room. Most of the boys are upstairs or in the studio, but the house is never truly empty. Jeongin drops the bags by the sofa with a triumphant thud, but he doesn't let you go.
Instead of letting you head for your room, he reaches into one of the boutique bags—the one from the shop you just left—and pulls out the emerald silk dress. Your heart skips a beat. You didn't even see him buy it.
"Jeongin, I told you I didn't want it," you protest, but he’s already guiding you toward the center of the room.
"You told me it didn't fit," he corrects, his voice dropping into that low, adoring tone. "I want to see it on you here, without the boutique lights and the tilted mirrors. I want to see you in my home, wearing what I bought for you. Put it on for me, Noona. Please?"
It’s impossible to say no to him when he looks at you with those gorgeous eyes. You take the dress, retreating behind the sofa to slip out of your clothes and into the silk. When you step out, Jeongin is already waiting. He lets out a low, shaky breath, his fox tail sweeping the floor in a slow, possessive rhythm. He pulls you to him on the plush rug, the fabric soft under your feet, and just stands there for a moment, worshipping you with his eyes.
“I can still feel you thinking,” Jeongin whispers, his hands sliding up your arms to rest on your shoulders. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck before his fingers find the delicate straps of the dress. He slides them down, letting the emerald silk pool around your waist, leaving you exposed in just the way he wants.
You shiver, your eyes darting instinctively toward the stairs and the open hallway. Even though the pack has seen you in various states of undress countless times, the sheer vulnerability of being exposed in the center of the living room makes a blush creep up your face.
Jeongin notices your hesitation, his fox ears twitching as he offers a soft, reassuring hum. He doesn't rush you, he sits back on the edge of the sofa and pulls you firmly between his spread legs, his hands settling on your hips.
“Look at me, Noona,” he murmurs, his thumbs tracing the soft line of your stomach with a reverence that makes your heart ache. He begins to play with your body lovingly, his large, warm palms kneading your thighs and smoothing over your curves as if he's trying to memorize the texture of your skin. He’s just worshipping you. He reaches up to cup your breasts, his touch light and adoring, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he purrs, his voice vibrating with a raw, terrifyingly sweet adoration.
His hands dip down, tugging the emerald silk of the dress up to reveal you to him in the light of the lowering sun. His thumbs slip on either side, under the elastic band of your underwear, pulling them down just enough to clear a path and slip his fingers between your legs. He finds you already slick for him, his thumb immediately finding your clit, circling and pressing with a steady, adoring rhythm that makes your breath catch.
Before you can even protest the cold air, he presses one finger into your entrance. He works you up slowly, his other hand keeping its hold on you, almost possessive, as he presses worshipful kisses wherever he can reach: your collarbone, your shoulder, the swell of your breasts. You're so lost in the sensation of his mouth that you don't even notice when he's worked a second finger in, stretching you open for him.
“So pretty,” he murmurs against your skin, words of praise falling off his lips. He pulls his hands away from between your legs, his lips finding yours as he moves to reposition you both. He lifts you, his muscles flexing as he prepares to slip into your pretty hole. You feel the heat of him as he pushes his pretty cock head past your folds, stretching you open with a slow, agonizing deliberation as he guides you down until he’s bottoming out in you.
He groans as your heat swallows him whole, his hands anchoring you to his hips with a possessive, bruising force. “There she is. My favorite girl. You’re prettiest for me like this, Noona... all stretched out and mine.”
He begins to thrust into you, each movement slow and deep, designed to remind you exactly who you belong to. You let out a soft whine, the sheer intensity of his gaze and the openness of the room making you shy away. You try to cover your eyes with your hands, tilting your head back to hide from the pure adoration in his eyes.
Jeongin lets out a low, cooing sound, his fox ears perked. He catches your wrists, pulling them gently but firmly away from your face. "Don't hide from me," he teases, his voice a low, vibrating purr. He slows his pace, his hips barely moving as he lingers at the shallowest part of you. "I’ll stop right here if you don't look at me, Noona. I want to see your eyes while I love you. I want to see you realize how perfect you are."
As the tension between you reaches a breaking point, he guides you through a soft, overwhelming climax, his voice a constant, soothing murmur in your ear. He collapses against you afterward, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
He doesn't move to clean up or hide. Instead, he just holds you, his large hands coming up to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the bleary tears in your eyes.
“See?” he whispers, his voice thick with an adoration that leaves no room for doubt. “Nothing has ever fit me better than you do. Nothing.”
He nuzzles into your neck, his tail curling around your waist to pull you even closer into the safety of his heat. “Now, let’s go hide in the nest before Minho-hyung comes down to complain about the mess we made.”
Could we have seungsung, idk maybe reader giving them an early Christmas present. And it’s just lingerie? For seungminnie and jisungie to wear 🤭🤭
Drabble maybe? Male reader tho pls!
- hannie anon!! (✨ anon)
2025 Holidays Event | early gifts
pairing: poly!seungsung x reader
genre: smut
warnings: cumming in clothes, lingerie, choker, puppy!seungmin, quokka!han, leg humping, licking, quokka!han x puppy!seungmin
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 1.5k
a/n: uhhh so i like died for a bit my bad, writers block is bad bad
The atmosphere inside the cabin is the definition of "cozy." Outside, a light flurry of snow is beginning to blanket the pines, but inside, the fireplace is roaring, casting a warm, golden glow over the living room. Jisung and Seungmin are currently a tangled mess of limbs and oversized sweaters on the plush rug, bickering over who gets the larger share of the blanket.
“You’re hogging the heat, Minnie,” Jisung huffs, his tail flicking irritably from beneath the hem of his hoodie. “Move over.”
Seungmin doesn't move an inch, his ears pinned back in defiance. “I’m the one who brought the cocoa. I deserve this.”
You clear your throat from the doorway, holding two small, high-end gift bags wrapped in shimmering silver paper. The bickering stops instantly. Their ears perk up in unison.
“Since you two have been so incredibly needy and demanding today,” you say, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, “I decided to give you an early Christmas present.”
“Is it food?” Jisung asks, his eyes widening with hope.
“Open them and see,” you reply, sitting on the edge of the sofa and handing one box to each. “But there’s a catch. We're using it immediately. No arguments, or I’m taking them back.”
Jisung is quick to tear into his. He pulls out a delicate, sheer black lace bodysuit. It’s incredibly thin, with long silk ribbons designed to wrap around the waist and tie into a large, decorative bow at the base of his spine.
He stares at it for a full five seconds, his squirrel brain completely short-circuiting. “This... this doesn’t have sleeves,” he whispers, his face turning a shade of crimson that matches the holly on the mantle. “Jagi, this is see-through.”
Seungmin opens his box with more caution, but the result is the same. He pulls out a set of pristine white silk lingerie, a dainty, ruffled bralette and matching lace-up panties that look like they belong on a porcelain doll. At the bottom of the box is a thin white lace choker with a tiny, polished silver bell.
Seungmin looks at the bell, then at you. His tail goes completely still. “You want me to jingle when I move?”
“I want to know where my good boy is at all times,” you purr. “Now, go. Change. I’m waiting.”
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The next ten minutes are filled with muffled whispering and the sound of fabric rustling from the bedroom.
“Jisung, stop pulling on the ribbon, you’re going to knot it!”
“I can’t see the back, Minnie! Help me!”
Tinkle.
Finally, the door creaks open. Jisung emerges first. The black lace is devastating against his skin, the sheer fabric hugging his soft curves. He looks like a decadent, wrapped gift, the long ribbons trailing behind his twitching tail. He’s covering himself with his hands, looking entirely too flustered for a hybrid who usually loves being the center of attention.
Seungmin follows, and the sight nearly makes you drop your mug of cocoa. The white silk ruffles make him look incredibly innocent. His puppy ears are flat against his head, and his cheeks are a deep, burning pink. With every hesitant step he takes, the little bell on his neck gives a soft, traitorous tinkle.
“We... we’re dressed,” Han mumbles, his gaze fixed firmly on his bare toes.
“Good boys,” you murmur, patting the rug in front of you. “Come here. Sit. Let me see my presents.”
“Thought this was our present.“ Seungmin grumbles, but moves anyway.
They crawl toward you, the bell on Seungmin’s neck ringing a frantic rhythm as he moves. They settle at your feet, shifting uncomfortably as the lace shifts at their movements.
“Sit up for me, Sungie,” you command.
He obeys, his hands trembling as he rests them on your knees. The black lace stretches over his chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. You reach out, tracing the line of a silk ribbon. “You look so pretty in black. Like a little secret I get to unwrap.”
Jisung lets out a high-pitched, shaky breath. “I feel... exposed, Jagi.”
“That’s the point,” you whisper. You turn to Seungmin, who is sitting perfectly still, though his chest is heaving. You reach for the silver bell, flicking it with your fingernail. Tinkle. “And you? My perfect puppy. Do you like your bell?”
“I look ridiculous,” Seungmin mutters, but the way his ears twitch and his tail gives a single, sharp thump against the floor suggests excitement.
“You look so pretty, pup” you counter, your fingers trailing from the bell down to the ruffles of the bralette. You tug on the lace, pulling him forward until his chest is flush against your shins. The bell gives a sharp tinkle, when it snaps back onto his neck.
You reach for the silk ribbons at Jisung’s waist, slowly pulling the ends. He watches with wide, dark eyes as the bow comes undone, the black lace loosening just enough to expose the soft skin.
Jisung lets out a soft, melodic purr, his eyes fluttering shut as he leans into your touch, his tail curling around your ankle in a silent plea for more.
“Since you both wanted to be so difficult today,” you purr, your voice dropping into a low, commanding tone. “You’re going to show me exactly how grateful you are for these gifts. Seungmin, on your knees, hands behind your back. I want to hear that bell every time you move for me.”
Seungmin’s breath hitches. He obeys, pulling his arms behind his back, his chest twists forward in the white silk. The movement sends a frantic ring through the room. He looks up at you, his pupils blown so wide they nearly swallow the iris.
“Good boy,” you whisper. You turn to Jisung. “And Hannie, don't you want Seungminnie's attention? Don’t you want him all to yourself?”
Jisung’s tail puffs up, a frantic blur of fur against the rug as he rolls onto his back. The sheer black lace leaves nothing to the imagination, the fabric straining over his hardening length. You place a foot on his chest, pinning him lightly, while you beckon Seungmin closer.
“Seungminnie, clean him up. He’s already making a mess of his nice new outfit.”
Seungmin crawls over, the bell chiming. He knows better than to use his hands, he leans down, his tongue darting out to lick at the fabric covering Jisung’s tip. Jisung lets out a high-pitched, strangled whine, his hips bucking reflexively against your foot.
“Ah- Jagi, please, it’s too much,” Jisung gasps, his hands clutching at the rug. The sheer texture of the lace rubbing against him with every lick is pure overstimulation.
“I didn't say you could stop, Seungmin,” you remind the puppy, flicking his ear. “And Jisung, if you don't stay still, I’ll tie you up so tight you won't be able to move for the rest of the night.”
You watch with a satisfied smirk as Seungmin works, his mouth wet and diligent. He’s focused entirely on Jisung, but he keeps glancing up at you for approval, his eyes soft and seeking. You reach down to stroke Seungmin’s hair, scratching behind his ears.
You reach down, your hands finally making direct contact with Jisung's straining length through the thin lace. The combination of Seungmin's wet tongue and your firm, steady strokes is the breaking point. Jisung’s back arches off the rug, as he cries out your name. He spills heavily, the hot mess soaking into the lace of his bodysuit and pooling on his stomach. He’s left panting and sightless, his body vibrating with the force of his release.
Seungmin watches the display with wide, glazed eyes, his ears twitching at the sound of Jisung's quiet chirps. The puppy is clearly at his limit, he leans down, his tongue swiping greedily over the mess Jisung made on the sheer lace, wanting to taste every bit of the other hybrid's climax.
Whining softly, he presses his body against your leg, seeking the grounding heat of your skin. He begins to hump your leg with a rhythmic, needy desperation, his white silk ruffles bunching as he seeks his own release. He buries his face in your lap, his cries muffled against your thigh as he finally shudders into a heavy, shaking climax of his own, his body trembling violently until he eventually collapses.
The bell rings one last time before silence falls over the room. The room is silent for a few minutes, save for their heavy, synchronized breathing. You reach for a warm, damp cloth you had prepared.
“Come here, my pretties,” you murmur, your voice now entirely sweet and loving.
You start with Jisung, gently wiping away the mess from the sheer lace and his skin, kissing his temple as he lets out a tired, happy hum. You then turn to Seungmin, unhooking the bell choker from his neck and kissing the mark it left.
You guide them back into the center of the nest, wrapping the heavy wool blanket around all three of you. Jisung tucks his head under your chin, while Seungmin curls up against your back, his tail giving a small, content wag under the covers.
