{4} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

{4} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)

Words: 4,905

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I know I keep saying this, but I’m super excited for you all to see what I have planned for this series. There’s a bit more plot drops in this chapter, and mentions of things still yet to come, so I really hope you like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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[Turbulence] Ch. I

Synopsis: The Academy was the most prestigious scoop to go to. If you had money, you ruled the school, and if you were poor, you were the stepping stools to the others. And if you're Y/n L/n, your life was going to become a living nightmare.

Pairing: Poly!Ateez x Reader, Original Characters x Reader, Original characters x Ateez.

Au: Academy Au

Theme: Angst, Yandere.

Chapter Synopsis: On your first day you managed to make two friends, one new and one old. Though you quickly realized that your two new friends, were big puzzle pieces in this school

Warnings: None in this chapter...

Word Count: 2.7k words

A/n: I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS READ! More at the end of the chapter!

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Y/n L/n - You, the beautiful reader <3

M/n L/n - Your mother

N/n - Your nickname

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Chapter I: [School Royalty and Old Friends.]

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The Academy is one of the most prestigious schools to send your children to. It’s a private college that prides itself on how great the school is and how safe it is for your children.

You got into this school by sheer luck.

Thanks to your mothers Alumni status at this school and her catering business supporting the school, she managed to wriggle you into the school.

She knew how much you wanted to go to it and she knew how much you feared community college due to your past.

So the most she could do as a mother was to get you in a safe comfortable environment where she could keep her eyes on you.

She wanted to prevent what had happened to you before…

She wanted to be able to protect you.

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You had come to the school late in the day, so it was around lunch time, many people were moving around and chatting with friends.

Obviously you didn’t have any friends yet, so you decided to go up to the roof to eat your lunch.

The roof has a beautiful sitting area for students. You looked around for somewhere to sit until your eyes fell on a male that was sitting alone.

He had pretty black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He wore a smooth black suit with a white flower on it. He must’ve noticed that you were staring at him, because he turned to look at you, a confused look on his face. 

You gave him a soft smile before asking.

“May I sit with you?”

He seemed taken aback by your question. “Do you not know who I am?..” He asked and you rubbed the back of your neck, confused, you tilt your head to the side.

“Am I supposed to?”

The male simply chuckled and patted the seat beside him,

“No, not at all….”

You smile and went over to sit next to him. You take your lunch out of your bag and place it infront of you. “So what is your name?” You asked. 

The male seemed to think for a second before answering.

“Kang Yeosang. Yours?”

“(L/n) (Y/n).”

You push your lunch box in the center of the two of you. Yeosang looked down at it with a raised eyebrow. You happily took a bite with a smile on your face, “Do you want some? My moms a caterer and she had some left over from yesterday.”

Yeosang started for a few moments before smiling and taking a piece of chicken from the box, you watched as he happily munching on it. His eyes lit up but he didn’t say anything.

The two of you continued to talk and got to know each other throughout the rest of the lunch period.

You soon hear the bell ring and see Yeosang start to stand up.

“Well, I have to go now. Will I see you around?” He asked and you nodded along.

“Of Course! You’re really nice!” Yeosang's face heats up and he turns his head slightly. When you went to go to stand up, you noticed a mark on his face. It was actually his birthmark and you were captivated by it. You’d never seen a person with one on their face, and to you it fit the male's face perfectly.

Yeosang turned back to you and chuckled, “Thank you…let’s meet up here from now on.”

He sounded almost sad, he was taking his sweet time walking away from you. Before he left the roof he turned to wave to you before finally leaving off the roof.

You waited until he was gone to let out a squeal of excitement and embarrassment.

On your first day, an attractive guy talked to you and became your friend with barely any effort!

You kept thinking about it, it was on your mind until you got back home.

Your mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you when you slammed the front door open. 

“MOTHER!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, spooking her a bit. You see her come into the living room to see your happy face.

She placed a hand on her heart and gave you a playful hit on your shoulder. “God! You can’t do that Darling! You nearly gave your momma a heart attack!”

You giggled happily as you flopped on the couch. “I met a really cute boy today at school and he wants to continue meeting up with me at school!!!” You say nearly falling off the couch as you trailed off.

Your mother giggled softly as she watched your little freak out.

Your mother helped you off the floor and led you to the kitchen, she sat you down and allowed you to ramble on about Yeosang. “I’m so happy for you pumpkin..” She said in response and it earned a bright smile from you.

Your mother smiled as she turned back to cooking, she sighed to herself.

She was happy that you were getting along with others already. She didn’t know if she could handle another incident. She had to keep you safe.

She had to make sure you continued to be happy and okay.

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The next day you were giddy, and you arrived on campus excited to start your first full day of classes.

You walked in waiting for class when you saw a group of girls excitedly waiting by one of the school entrances.

“Oh my god! Here he comes!!”

“He’s so attractive!!”

“Look at me! I’m so perfect for you!!!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push pass the many girls to try to get to your classroom only to have your eyes widen as they fell onto who they were screaming for.

It was Yeosang, and as soon as he arrived girls swarmed him.

That’s probably why he asked if you knew who he was, this boy was practically school royalty it seems!

You stared in awe, not meaning to make eye contact with Yeosang. He smiled at you before pushing past people to make it over to you.

You watched as the other girls surrounding him parted like the red sea and allowed him to get to you. When he finally reached you, he grabbed your hands with a gentle smile.

“I didn’t know you were a new student Y/n. You should’ve told me.” You shook your head, 

“It wasn’t that important…how’d you find out anyways?” Yeosang averted his eyes for a bit.

“I’ll tell you later, let me walk you to class..”

You had no say in the matter as the male grabbed your hand and took you to your first period class. You could feel the eyes staring into the back of your head.

The jealous murmurs were loud in your ears and suddenly the hand that you were holding felt hot.

“Who is she?”

“And who does she think she is?”

“Idk but she has no right being that close to Yeosang..”

“She looks like a poor welfie bitch…”

You knew that this was going to cause problems for you in the future but you really couldn’t think about that with Yeosang being around you. It was like he had this calming aura around him.

Your first class was Digital media and Yeosang waved you goodbye and walked away from the door. You smiled and turned to walk into the classroom. You went to sit at a computer in the back of the class and sat down.

You noticed some others walking in after you, all talking to each other and picking other seats. You looked down at your phone to text your mother that you got to your class safely.

You heard ruffling around, then a voice.

“N/n..is that you?”

That voice made you freeze, when you raised your head you made eye male with short dark colored hair, he had rounded glasses on and dressed in oversized fashion and a camera hung around his neck.

It took you a moment before your memory clicked.

“Hongjoong!” You got up out your chair and hugged the male tightly who excitedly hugged you back.

Kim Hongjoong was your best friend from your highschool, he was your protector, always hovering behind you and making sure that you were okay. The two of you were big art nerds, always in the art studio or outside taking pictures with his camera.

You thought you would never see him again…after the incident…

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“No!! Please wake up y/n….”

You could barely keep your eyes open, your body felt like shit. It felt like it was on fire, your blood was pulsing through you as you laid on the studio floor.

It was wet around you…you couldn’t tell if it was blood or paint solvant.

You heard footsteps coming towards you as your head was now placed in someones lap.

“H..hongjoong?...”

“Shh…just hold on y/n..”

Your memory was hazy, the most you could remember was waking up in the ICU. You could hear the anger in your mothers voice and the concern in Hongjoong’s mother’s tone. The both of them were talking (or yelling) at who you could only assume was the chancellor of the school.

Whenever critical events happened involving students, he would arrive to assess the situation.

Your mother told you it was only to save face.

You could feel a warm hand on yours, and you assumed it was Joong.

“That’s it! I am pulling my daughter out of your school!!”

Those words shattered Hongjoong’s heart. He knew damned well that if he was with you that day, if he would have listened to his better judgment and followed you to your class. That you wouldn’t be in this predicament, that you would be fine…

And that you wouldn’t be leaving him..

“Please…don’t take her away from me…”

“Don’t take my bestfriend…”

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Hongjoong’s sigh breaks you out of your trance as he finally pulls away from you. He gets a good look at your face before breaking out into a big grin.

 “I’m so glad to see you again…” “Same to you Joongie…” You replied, the nickname making a soft blush cross the males face.

Hongjoong then moved to sit down beside you as the teacher finally came in to start your class period.

The two of you barely ended up paying attention at all to the professor as you mostly caught up on everything you missed. You had blocked out the world and the only thing you were focused on was your best friend and how much you missed him.

What broke the two of you out of your little trance was the bell that signaled the end of class, luckily Hongjoong’s schedule was the same as yours, so he made sure he walked with you to class, his hand wrapped tightly around yours.

But as you walked around with Hongjoong you could feel more and more jealous stares burning holes into the back of your head. You didn’t dare to look up to meet the eyes of the girls who were obviously jealous.

You really hoped and prayed that Hongjoong wasn’t popular like Yeosang and had fangirls, though…

The comments you heard said otherwise.

“Not hongjoong too!”

“That fucking slut!”

“Does she really think she can waltz in here and take not one, but two members of Ateenagerz.”

You gripped Hongjoong’s hand tighter, keeping the group name in the back of your head.

You just wanted to get to and from class without any hassle. You didn’t want them, they were just your friends, one of which you had literally just met!

Though you made a mental note when you got home to look up that group name.

School went by fast, especially with Hongjoong by your side. He waited beside you as you waited for your mom to arrive. “I bet your mom will be surprised to see me..” he jokes, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Yea sure, I’m pretty sure she misses her fake son..” You replied, starting to walk up as you noticed her car pull up.

You hopped in the passenger side as Hongjoong came over to the window, waving to you mother. She took a moment to realize who that was until she let out a huge excited gasp.

“Kim Hongjoong!?” She exclaimed and he chuckled at her.

“In the flesh, it’s nice to see you again Miss (L/n)”

Your mom looked at you and you gave the look that said ‘I’ll explain later’. She nodded and gave the boy a bright smile. “Well if you’re here I know my Y/n is in good hands..” he nods and winks at the two of you. 

“You know it! See you tomorrow N/n!” He waved goodbye and went over to a group of 7 boys, and you could’ve sworn you saw Yeosang amongst that group.

That only made you pull out your phone quicker. There was a website that your school had that allowed you to see all organizations on campus. You learned this from the bit of Digital Media class that you managed to pay attention to.

You talked to your mom about your day on the way home as you decide to search of the group name you heard the girls mention. 

‘Ateenagerz…’

You hit send.

And your eyes widened.

[Ateenagerz is a group of 8 bestfriends, they are a mixing pot of some of the best of the best in the school. Not only that, they help out around the school and are the head of most extracurricular clubs. Ateenagerz is just their main group, a club of popular friends who sometimes make music…]

And just your fucking luck. 

Your new friend, Yeosang was a member, you spotted him first in the picture that they had on the school’s website.

But that wasn’t all. Not only was Hongjoong also a member.

He was the leader of the goddamn club.

“Fuck…”

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“Hyung…”

Hongjoong stopped editing the pictures he had taken today to turn to see Yeosang standing in the doorway.

Yeosang walked over with a gentle smile. “I didn’t know you knew Y/n…” Hongjoong hummed in response, leaning back in his chair. “Mhm…she’s my bestfriend…” He starts before sitting back up, he then goes to open a file on his computer. He motions for Yeosang to come closer.

He smiles at the younger male, “It took me a while to find her, but I didn’t expect for her to waltz right into our school..” He answers, anaylzing your school files. He sighed longingly as he looked at your school picture.

“I’m just glad she’s okay…” He mumbles and Yeosang nods. “We need to tell the others to be on the lookout for her. I refuse to let what happened to her happen again.”

“Alright. I’ll send a message in the groupchat now.”

Hongjoong hummed as his phone pinged, signaling that Yeosang had sent the message.

[K. Yeo to Ateenzagerz]

K.Yeo: We’ve found her :). Everyone please come to the Digital Media Classroom for emergency meeting.

Joong: That means now. It's urgent.

WooYoung: Awww…right now? Me and San were just about to go get food..

Joong: Your ass better be here before 5;30 or else.

WooYoung:...Jeez..yes captain…damn.

Sannie: Gotcha! I’ll grab Jongho, Mingi and Yunho! They had practice.

Hwa<;3: Already was on the way. I also have some more information.

Hongjoong smiled down at his phone. 

He wasn’t going to let you get harmed again. He refused to let you get harmed again. 

And he was going to make sure no one dared lay a finger on you again.

“I finally found you again….N/n”

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Extra lil info!:

*Reader-chan is a sophomore in college alongside Jongho. 

*Mingi, San, Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang are all Juniors.

*Seonghwa and Hongjoong are Seniors.

*Hongjoong and Y/n went to the same Highschool before the Incident happened, the incident happened her sophomore year, his senior year. Hongjoong still has nightmares.

*Mama (L/n) is a caterer, and whatever school Y/n attends, she offers her services for special school events.

*ATEENAGERZ is the hub group for the boys, they are all apart of different clubs/organizations. Will explain more later.

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I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter of Turbulence!

I will try to be more consistent with posting and the boys aren’t gonna show their sides yet! Well…only Hongjoong slightly!

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ghost him. (09:47)

pairing: yandere! dom! seonghwa x sub! fem! reader

genre: smut, yandere

tags: best friend hwa, cum eating, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, exhibitionism (done without prior consent), marking, minimal plot mostly porn lol, poor dino :(

note: requested: @whatudowhennooneseesyou, not edited, hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

wordcount: 1.2k

“I just don’t think he could treat you properly. I say you should ghost him. You deserve so much better than what he could possibly have to offer you.” Your best friend stares at you from across the kitchen table, sipping from his iced coffee with pinched eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with Chan? He’s been so nice and respectful so far. I really think it could go somewhere.”

“Why go somewhere when I’m right here?” You look up from your coffee, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. His eyes meet yours with a fierce intensity and you look back down at your coffee mug.

You swirl the contents in the hope that it will help you focus on something other than your racing heart. His voice breaks your momentary concentration.

“I’m serious. I want to be your everything. You already have that role in my heart.”

You fumble around with words in your brain, trying to come up with a response. You’d had those thoughts about Seonghwa before. Of course, you have. He’d become your best friend three years ago and has been your roommate for the past 8 months.

You had never dared to approach him in that way before, though, thinking he would reject you and you would ruin one of your greatest friendships.

Eventually, you told yourself to simply move on and try to find love elsewhere. You had shut down all romantic attraction to him. Chan had approached you after class one day and had been coming on strong since.

The sound of his mug being placed in the sink next to you raises you from your thoughts. He leans down to meet your seated height and gently grabs your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, could I please have the honor of showing you how beautiful you are to me?” You’re stunned into silence, but manage to nod, interested to see where this would lead. He nods his head toward your bedroom and keeps your hand in his as you follow him there.

Inside your bedroom, your phone rests plugged in on the nightstand next to the bed. Several blankets are piled onto your bed, and Seonghwa takes a moment to move some to a pile off to the side of the room.

He motions for you to lie down on the mattress, but you hesitate. He looks at you with slight concern in his eyes.

“Are you comfortable with this? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” Your voice comes out meek. “I’m just nervous. I don’t want our friendship to change.” The feelings you had tried to suppress come to the surface, making it hard to look him in the eyes.

“I can promise I won’t do anything against your wishes. We can take it at whatever pace you want.” You take a seat on the edge of the bed and he stands in front of you.

“I want this.” You reach a hand up to the bottom hem of his shirt and look to him for confirmation. He helps you pull the fabric off his body, then you each take turns removing clothing from the other. He takes his time undressing you, all but teasing himself with the slow reveal of skin.

When you’re both rid of your clothing, he guides you to lie back on the mattress. He holds himself above your form as his eyes trail along the curves of your body. Soon his hands follow suit.

“Is this okay?” He whispers into your ear. You nod back. “Tell me, beautiful.”

“Yes, it’s nice. I… I like it a lot.” You let out a soft sigh and close your eyes. You feel his weight shift and then he’s lying at your side.

“What else would you like?” he asks. “Would you like my hands here?” he continues, a hand just under the swell of your breast.

“Yes, Seonghwa,” you manage to mumble out. “Please touch me more.” His hand softly massages your breast. Eventually, his hand works its way lower. His fingers find your clit and circle it gently. Light moans escape you.

His free hand soon finds its way to your entrance. Two fingers slowly enter you and he lets out a groan as your walls already try to clench around him. As one set of fingers swirls your clit, the other pumps in and out of you at a steadily increasing pace.

“You like that, baby?” A pressure starts building in your core.

“Yes, I love it. This feels so good.” His pace increases even more at your praise until soon his hands are trembling against you.

“Better than he could ever do, right?” You let out a confused hum before he continues.

“I fuck you better than Chan ever could, right? Tell me, beautiful.” It’s not long until you’re trembling under his touch.

“Fuck! Yes, you fuck me so good. He could never make me feel this good! Just you, Hwa!”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Remind me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Seonghwa! You, Seonghwa!”

“That’s right, baby. Only me.”

“Hwa, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” you moan.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Cum on my fingers.” His words instantly have you clenching hard until a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your hips move on their own to grind further into his touch.

You gasp for air and meet his intense gaze with dazed eyes. He pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them to his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes bore into yours while his tongue swirls around the digits, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“You taste as good as you look, darling.” He pauses. “I’d like to savor you in another way.” He rises from his spot next to you and positions his face at your clit. His tongue gently swipes across it, sending a jolt through you. He chuckles, then begins to lick at the sensitive area.

Starting slow, he gradually becomes bolder in his actions. Soon his tongue is lapping at your pussy like it’s a gift from heaven. When he’s not swiping at your bud, he uses the flat of his tongue to press firmly against it.

His ministrations quickly have you unraveling once again. You lightly buck your hips to meet his face, creating a rhythm that matches that of his tongue. An orgasm builds in your core and before you even have a chance to tell Seonghwa, you’re coming on his tongue.

As you’re coming down from your high, he sits up and leans over you. He sucks at the skin on your chest, leaving hickeys in his path. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. He gradually moves upwards until he’s leaving dark hickeys on the column of your neck.

“How was that, beautiful?” he asks, laying down at your side.

“That was amazing, Hwa.” You finish your response with a yawn. His hand holds your own.

“There’s a lot more where that came from if you’ll have me.”

“I think I’d like that,” you mumble before falling asleep.

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When you wake up later in the day, Seonghwa is still asleep next to you. Your eyes flick over to your phone resting on the bedside table. You carefully reach over Seonghwa to grab it. When you unlock the screen, you nearly drop your phone, eyes locking onto the open call log.

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The Night Does Not Belong to God

‘The whites of your eyes, turn black in the low light in turning divine.’

Synopsis: Mingi’s favorite pass time is watching your eyes roll… 

Warnings: soft!dom Mingi(if you squint), teasing, groping, unprotected sex, (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, peaches, etc.), lmk if I forget anything <3

Word Count: 1.1k

Mingi loved a lot of things in this world. Singing, dancing, being a part of his band, and meeting all the people who support him being a few. Other things, well, weren’t so PG. 

He liked to tease you; after all, he was a menace on stage and in real life. He liked seeing you flustered, hot, and bothered. Mingi loved it when you got so worked up that you would stumble over your words, stutter, turn red and get so upset that you eventually gave up talking altogether. 

Just like now, he’s watching you through his glasses as he sat in his studio chair, working on a new song. He was chewing on the end of a pen, watching you like a hawk. You took the bait as always. You take a second glance, unsure if he was looking at you the first time. When your eyes met, you knew what he had in mind. But, his bandmates were sitting next to you; it was going to be a long afternoon and an even longer ride home. 

You clear your throat and go back to listening to the conversation that Wooyoung and San were having about what they were going to have for dinner. You were trying your hardest to be a part of the conversation but your distraction was drawing your attention back to him once again. Your eyes shift to him again, watching as he scoots to the edge of his chair, keeping his eyes on yours as he wiggled his hips. You try to keep your attention on your two friends but Mingi was making it incredibly difficult. You cross your legs and squeeze them together slightly, clearing your throat as San laughed at something Wooyoung had said. 

“I’ll be right back,” you announce, patting Woo on this leg and departing from the couch you were all sitting on. Woo and San didn’t pay any mind as you walked to the studio door, their conversation too enthralling to notice what was occurring in the room. You hurry down the corridor to the bathrooms where you close yourself into a stall, heaving a deep breath as you sit on the toilet. You just needed a few moments to compose yourself; hopefully, Mingi would stop and get back to work so you could go the rest of the afternoon without being bothered. 

But, as usual, Mingi didn’t know when to stop. 

You gather what little wits you had together and exited the stall. You fan your face and go to the sink, turning the water on. As you glance in the mirror, you notice a familiar figure leaning against the wall of the bathroom, making you whirl around, gasping, “Mingi! You can’t be in here!” He chuckles at you as he swoops a bag off the ground. “Come on. We’re going back to your place.” He held out his large palm to you. “But, what about-” you begin to protest but he sighs, “I’ll come back after I take you home.” he winked. “Besides, everyone is going to lunch.” 

The ride back to your apartment was quick, or at least felt faster than normal. Mingi kept you occupied by trying to grope you in the backseat, nibbling on your ear as he whispered dirty things that he wanted to do to you. He liked seeing your face turn red, seeing you get flustered when there were other people around only made him do it more. 

He basically shoved the door open as you unlocked it, making you gasp in surprise when he kicked it harshly closed. You didn’t have enough time to turn and look at him before he swooped you over his shoulder and swiftly tossed you onto the couch. You gasp in shock, “Mingi!” You bounce on the cushions as he towers over you. His nose skims your collarbone as his hands slide up your shirt, groping anything his large palm could get ahold of. He catches your whimper in his mouth, kissing you feverishly, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment all day, peaches.” He groans, teeth mashing yours as he basically consumes your lips. You shudder as he nibbles your neck, pulling your shirt up over your head. “Mingi-” you giggle as he attempts to tug your shirt over your head. “Slow down-” You try to say but his mouth is back on yours, kissing you as if you were his type of air. Mingi paws at you, moaning as he grinds against your thigh. You whimper at the feeling of his hard dick pressing into your flesh. “Fuck, babygirl.” he quick pulls your bra down so your breasts bounce free, and his other hand makes quick work of your pants. He does the bare minimum as he uses his forefinger to move your panties to the side. You whimper as he prods you, but alas, he is Mingi; and that means he is impatient. 

Mingi pushes the band of his sweatpants down and frees himself, the head of his member slapped into the inside of your thigh and he moans into your neck as he presses into you. You moan loudly, the lack of preparation made his sudden entrance sting. You dig your fingers into his biceps as he snaps his hips into yours, desperately chasing his release. You gasp into his mouth as his hips meet yours, jolting you so hard that your head bumps into the arm of the couch. He puts his hand between your head and the hard surface so you don’t get hurt and goes faster. 

Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as the familiar warmth of impending pleasure spreads through your groin. He moans, gripping your chin as he growls into your mouth, “Do it again. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours roll into the back of your head for the rest of my life.” He grunts, feeling you squeeze him hard as you began to cum. “Mingi!” You cry out his name into your apartment, and he shifts his grip to above your head for balance as he fucks you even faster. “Fuck- Mingi!” You gasp, the wave of another orgasm quickly approaching. Mingi’s specialty; somehow making you cum repeatedly. It was his favorite pastime. “Fuck, y/n!” He moans your name into your neck as he slows down, snapping his hips one last time before stilling completely. You both lay there, arms wrapped around each other, catching your breath. 

The fog of sex finally clears after a few moments and you pat his arm, making him sit up to look into your eyes. “Did you mean it?” You ask, making him cock his head. “Hmm?” 

“When you said, forever? Did you mean it?” He grins, pecking you all over your face, “Of course, peaches. It’s my favorite way to unwind.” 

Sorry I made y'all wait so long heh... I've been very busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed <3 next poll coming soon!

Sannie = dad

Choi San x Fem!Mom!Reader

ATEEZ

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: After the lost of who was supposed to be your son's parental figure, the arriving of San into your life was like a gift sent from heaven.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader has a son, implied dead-husband, mentions of death, mentions of car crash, single-parenthood struggle, Reader was widowed.

A/N: This is in fact a product of some inspiration I gained after reading a story around 2 a.m, I was just about to sleep so this is anything but actually good.

Ever since your husband died on that fatal car crash five years ago it was always a worry in your mind how your, in that moment, unborn son would have to grow up without a father figure in his life. Taking it upon you to try and give him the full parental experience for the both of you, trying to follow some aspects your late husband wanted to imply in your son's life so he never would doubt the love he was receiving.

Still, doubt was the most recurrent feeling after happiness all along the way of raising your son as a single mother. Up fronting all those sleepless nights while he was a newborn all by yourself, with the occasional help of your ex-mother in law that lived near you at the time. Fatigue being your post-natal depression's best friend during those tough times were losing your loved one was still a very fresh wound in your heart.

The memories of finishing your pregnancy and raising your son without any idea of how to be the male figure that was absent in his life. But now, the bitter aftertaste of what could've been was no longer there as you recalled it to be.

Ever since you had met San at a collaboration his group was having with the fashion company you worked on he slowly took the responsibility of portraying the male figure in Haru's (your son) life out of your hands, involving himself in your life after becoming very fond of you during the weeks you two worked together and by that, each of you falling for the other, making himself a new recurrent person in Haru's life. Something you could never manage to put in words to tell San how grateful you were.

When Haru was two years old and a half you and San became official to the few people close to you after a year and so of going on secret dates and becoming recurrent for each other.

Now, your son was turning five, and the love he held for San was something always put a smile on your face without failing, the way he snuggled up to your boyfriend's side while watching a movie on your living room or when the two of you were still laying on bed, just as how your chest warmed every time San came home from work, kneeling to hold Haru in between his arms for long seconds, and how before he went off again the next day he never missed telling your son how much he loved him too, loving him as if he was his own. The boys never failing to make you feel grateful every time they played with their nephew, becoming by choice active members of both your lives.

For his fifth birthday you decided to bring him for the first time to an ATEEZ concert, a bit after San broke up the new of him being a singer after Haru asked him what he worked as, your son life becoming brighter the moment his brain realized his role model, San, is one of the singers of multiple of his favorite songs, all in his life now making sense, for example how San always managed to sing in the exact key most of the time, or how he always knew the lyrics, even to the new songs.

Sitting at front row the boys were performing less than three meters away from the both of you, your gaze falling on your child at your right, whose eyes were shining in admiration to what he was beholding, the lights and the fireworks and the whole show seeming way to out of a dream for his little and young mind, his eyes fixed on San and all his uncles as they put their heart and soul in their job.

"Are you enjoying it buddy?" You asked in his ear after removing one of the plugs he was wearing.

"Yes mamma, this is just so... so cool." His mouth agape, still processing everything happening on stage just as his eyes began to water.

"Baby what's going on? Why are you crying?" The worry you felt spoke for you, eyes wide as you looked for an answer to his tears. "Is it too much? You wanna leave?"

"No, no, mamma, it's just, I'm really happy, they are so cool and I love d- Sannie so much." His little voice said trying not to sob, small palms quickly finding his eyes to clean his tears. Making your eyes water too, oh, how grateful you were to San.

It wasn't until during the middle of one of his favourite songs, Wonderland, during the bridge, a.k.a his favorite part, he stood in his chair and made eye contact with 'uncle Woo' how happily smiled at him and subtly waved that San finally saw the two of you in the crowd as he sang his part.

"Hi daddy!" Your son exclaimed, gathering all the courage inside his little body to call him as how he had been wanting and actual while. Your shocked expression finding his overjoyed one as he jumped up and down on his chair as the chorus hit in again, right before your eyes locked with San's who was really close to tearing up after hearing perfectly fine his son's words.

During one of the ten minute breaks the two of you snuck to backstage with their manager's help, your son's running out of your hold as quick as he spots San drinking some water. "Daddy" he exclaimed once again, his small figure running up to San who quickly crouched to reach his height.

"Hi buddy." He muttered, arms hugging your son tightly as he lifted him, a cute moment you saw lovingly as you walked near enough to pass your thumb pad under San's eyes, cleaning the small happy tears that threatened to spill. "I love you so much." He couldn't help but say, leaving a kiss on the kid’s forehead, gaining a giggle from the child.

"I love you too, dad." His gigglish voice responded, the rest of the boys watching very fondly the scene. " Hi uncle Woo, hi uncle Hwa." He started as soon as he spotted his uncles behind San, starting to incline over to Wooyoung for him to hold him too. San happily lending Haru over before turning to you, hands placing on your hips.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked, a bit worried about what you thought to the whole dad thing.

"Of course I'm okay, you may not share blood with him but you are his dad, you put time, love, effort into raising him too, and I know what you are thinking, but don't you worry, believe when I tell you he would be very happy that someone as amazing as you are taking his place in his honor." You said, hands cupping his sweaty face as your child's laughs were heard from Hongjoong's hold.

"I love you." He happily said, leaning to your touch.

"We love you too."

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — smut, greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong, persephone!reader, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, corruption, sexual langue/dirty talk

WORD COUNT — 2.1k

SUMMARY — for underworldnet’s season of love event day three, something sweet.

You had tasted the most delectable of fruits, delighting yourself in an endless abundance in your mother Demeter’s gardens. All your life as a goddess you were spoiled with fruits that ran full with the sweetest juices.

You never imagined how those flavors would grow bitter in comparison to the taste of a handful of pomegranate seeds. You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.

You never knew yourself to be a glutton, but as his fingers pushed another pomegranate seed through your lips, you were suddenly insatiable. The seed overwhelmed your tongue with its tart sweetness, and you relished in it, humming in satisfaction.

Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh, gathering the silk fabric of your dress and hiking it upwards. His palm felt the goosebumps on your skin, and he delighted himself in the way you whimpered as his hand sunk underneath your dress. “Have you always had a taste for sweet things, goddess?”

You gazed down at him through hazy eyes. He was a sight to behold, sitting underneath you, back reclined into his throne casually, power effortlessly exuding from him. You leaned into his touch, his fingers grazing against your bottom lip. “Yes,” you replied, your voice quiet yet loud with arousal. His eyes left your lips to meet yours, and your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. “But I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.”

His eyes deepened and they were like endless pools of obsidian looking up at you. You saw the way desire swam in them; it was the same desire that steadily grew between your legs, and the same desire that filled the throne room with a thickness that rested heavy on your body. Hongjoong’s fingers pressed into the seem of your lips. “Then feast on me until you have your fill.”

But you could never have enough. The moment you stepped foot in the Underworld your fate was sealed; the pomegranate seeds weren’t the only thing that bound you here. It was him, the god of the dead and king of the Underworld. It was him, the god that your mother despised. It was him, the forbidden fruit you were never supposed to taste.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue lapping at them as they plunged into your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his skin. The rings adorning his fingers were cold against your lips.

“And what if I told you that I hunger for you, too?” Hongjoong’s hand that had been under your dress reached further until his fingers met with your bare sex. You were soaked, and he was eager to plunge two of his fingers into your heat. He watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you reveled in the pleasure he offered you. You were warm and tight around his digits, your walls greedily enclosing around him.

Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the sounds slightly muffled by Hongjoong’s fingers. You rocked against his hand in eager desire to chase the building high while your hands rested against his chest. You were happy to take as much as he was willing to give, and with the way he continued to plunge his fingers deep into your sex, it seemed as if his generosity knew no limits. It should’ve been alarming, the way he was able to weaken you so quickly, able to melt you down to a smoldering mess. His deft fingers were quick to reach the most sensitive spot; so effortlessly it was as if he’d been exploring your body for all of eternity. There was an eternity with him to look forward to, an eternity you’d gladly spend just like this, suspended on his lap while he filled you full of the most intoxicating euphoria.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Hongjoong whispered. His voice was reverent, and he worshipped you with his touch. “So pretty stuffed with my fingers.” Long gone was the innocent goddess he had first met in the gardens. You had been so beautiful then, sun kissed skin and bright, wide eyes. Flowers adorned your head and cascaded down the lengths of your hair, and the faintest blush painted your cheeks. His heart was your prisoner the moment you gazed up at him through fluttering lashes, and he was certain then that he would have you for all eternity. Now you were straddled across his lap as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your body soft and pliable from the euphoria, and your skin flushed from arousal. Your hair was a mess of curls and strands hung loosely over your face. And your lips glistened with drool while your eyes rolled backwards at every curl of his digits. You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.

Your high took you by storm, and he was there to be your solid ground, guiding you through it with soft kisses and praises against your neck. His fingers fell from your mouth so he could wrap his arm around your waist, holding you steady against him. You shook as you fell from your high, fingers curling into his shirt as an attempt for you to ground yourself.

Hongjoong rested his forehead against yours, eyes watching you closely. He smiled fondly as you breathed, air escaping your mouth in heavy pants. “You look the most beautiful when you come undone for me.” He removed his fingers from your sex and brought them near his lips. You watched through hazy eyes as his tongue lapped at his slick fingers, and despite just coming off your previous high, your core reignited with new arousal. The god groaned as he tasted you. “You’re delectable. So fucking sweet. Makes me want to feast on you from the source.”

You moaned when he pulled you against him until you felt the hardness of his erection against your bare sex.

“But as much as I would love to do just that, I can’t deny my own need anymore.” Hongjoong guided your hips back and forth over his erection, and you both moaned at the friction. “I desire to take you. To fill you so full you’ll feel me for all eternity. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you, hm?”

You should have denied him, should have ran as far away from the god of the dead as possible. Your mother warned you to steer clear of him; but here you were, upon him and his throne and so deep within his grasp with no way of escape. The pomegranate seeds weren’t what bound you here. Your desire was. And you were perfectly content to remain within the Underworld if it meant an eternity with him. Your eyes were resolute as they looked into his, and with one word you sealed your fate. “Yes.”

Hongjoong brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands were all over you just as yours sank down to palm his erection. This earned you a low groan from the god below, and the sound shot arousal directly to your core, and suddenly all you cared about was hearing that again. You stroked him over his trousers until you could feel the dampness of precum against your palm. You felt powerful with the king of the Underworld and the dead underneath you, groans of pleasure slipping from his mouth at your touch. “You could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.”

He spoke those words with such conviction you were left with no room for doubt. Pride and arousal flooded your veins; you’d never felt more like a goddess than you did in this moment. You worked to free his cock, and he aided you in slipping his pants down to his knees. You took a moment to admire the beauty that stood erect between his thighs. He was godly in every way, his cock thick and glistening at the tip with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, and he hissed at the contact immediately. Your thumb swiped across his tip, smearing his arousal all over the head of his cock. You were content to worship his cock despite your raging need, but the calling of your name broke your attention.

Hongjoong watched you closely, eyes darker than they had been before. He replaced your hand with his own and guided his cock to your entrance. “Sit. Sit on your throne, goddess.”

You sank onto him slowly, taking him in inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, pussy aching in the best way as you accommodated his size. You relished in the foreign yet incredible feeling of being full. Your eyes found his just as his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat, and you could have unraveled there and then.

Hongjoong’s hands gripped your hips as he urged himself to remain still. You were so tight and warm and wet, it took everything in him not to buck his hips into you. In all the centuries he’d endured, he’d never found someone as perfect as you. “It’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock so perfectly. You’re absolutely divine.”

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t endure the stillness anymore. You tentatively rocked your hips against him, and the pleasure was immediate. You mewled, continuing the motion before fully lifting your hips upward until just his head remained within. You came back down, taking him fully again, and the both of you cursed aloud. “O-oh!”

Hongjoong readjusted his hold on you. “Feels good? Do that again. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

You did as he said, bouncing on his cock over and over, steadily increasing your pace. Your thighs soon began to burn, and your knees ached from being bent for so long. Your pace became sloppy as you grew tired, but you were desperate to keep going.

Suddenly your vision was spinning. Your ass met the throne’s cushion as Hongjoong flipped you underneath him, his body now hovering over you. He withdrew himself out of you and slammed himself back in, the force so strong it shook your frame. He repeated this over and over until you were clawing at his back. “I could never tire of having you like this. You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine. Mine to have just like this, splayed out on my throne with your legs spread wide for me as I fuck you. My goddess, my queen.”

Goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld. Those were your titles now, but before you were either of those you were his. And you didn’t care what the aftermath of this would be.

Hongjoong’s hands tugged at your dress until your sleeves fell from your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He leaned forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a whimper from you. You arched into him just as he used his hand to show affection to your other breast, palm kneading the soft flesh. He uttered soft praises against your skin while leaving marks all across your chest. His hips kept their pace, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you and making stars appear in the corner of your vision.

“Hongjoong.” You spoke his name with both adoration and urgency as you began to spiral closer to your climax. Your fingers gripped at his back as you grew overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Wordlessly Hongjoong reached for your clit, pressing smooth circles into it as he kept his rhythm within you. He watched you as your high took over you, committing every moan, every expression of your face to memory. He was enraptured by your beauty and by the sight of your body as it shook underneath him. Within moments he found his own end, releasing himself inside you and enjoying the way you whimpered as you felt yourself be filled with him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

Your breaths mingled as you both both lied there within the afterglow. Your hands traveled up his back and to his hair and you pulled at the strands until his lips met yours in a slow, languid kiss. You delighted yourself in the taste of him, his sweetness urging you to go back for more and more until your head was spinning. “You said I could feast on you until I had my fill.”

Hongjoong hummed against your lips. “Yes.”

You smirked. “And I am still hungry.”

❦ “Mother you don’t understand; I made Hades run to me. He saw my bones beneath, and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?” ❦

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this wasn’t exactly meant specifically for this event, but the timing of me finishing it and the event itself aligned so well i just had to post it now. hope you enjoy hades!hongjoong as much as i do <3

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