To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on ??? to start hehehe)

Words: 2,246

Warnings: Implied drugging and kidnapping. 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: Surprise!!! Here’s to the start of yet another series that I hope you’ll all enjoy!! This one is going to be a bit darker than the other ones in terms of content, but it draws a bit of inspiration from The Hunger Games, and survival horror game in general. I’m really excited for this series since I have quite a bt planned for it, but I’m not sure how updates for it will look. It might just be a short side project I work on every now and then between chapter of Morning Mist and book two of HC, but I shall see! Also, if you have any predictions or theories I’d love to hear them!! Can you guess who is who yet based on the eyes? 👀 Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you enjoy!!~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

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

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 2,515

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: Short update for you guys, but I feel like it sets up the next chapter nicely!! Finally, we’ll be able to soon see the progression of some of the relationships OC will have with a few of the guys! I’m super excited, so I hope you’ll all look forward to it, too!! 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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hiiiii i saw your game and i would like to join it if you dont mind hehe! anyway, i would like to ask for space pirate atz like the one in “don’t stop” mv ot8(because im greedy) but mingi focus x fem!reader smut and the title would be “Little Touch Of Heaven”. you can just ignore the ot8 if you’re not comfortable with polyamorous relationship ^^ and sorry for the long ass ask T-T thank you! hope you have a wonderful day!

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❏ Pairing : mingi x fem!reader

❏ Genre : smut

❏ W.C : 2662

❏ Warnings : mention of kidnapping, pirate!mingi + pirate/nurse!reader, implied polyamorous relationship, mentions of wounds, bruises etc, oral [f receiving], marking, breast/nipple play, clit play, hairpulling, groping, getting caught, exhibitionism, voyeurism

❏ A/N : Under 16’s DNI. Sorry for taking over 6 months to post this 💀

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TUTTING, YOU HELD MINGI STILL WHEN HE TRIED TO PULL AWAY, AN ANNOYED SCOWL EVIDENT ON HIS FACE.

You simply chuckled at it however, dipping the rag in alcohol before wiping at his cuts once again.

“Y’know, maybe if you got into less fights, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

Mingi scoffed at your words, wincing when the alcohol seared at his open wounds. The one on the bridge of his nose was being considerably troublesome.

“I’m literally a pirate, fighting’s in my job description.”

Pulling away, Mingi snatched the cloth from you and began dabbing at his own wound, using the mirror on the opposite side of the cabin to guide himself as he spoke.

“How about you come and do a day’s work instead of sitting on your ass, twiddling your fuckin’ thumbs while you wait to patch us up. Perhaps you’ll change your tune then.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved closer to Mingi, your eyes connecting in the mirror. Your hands fell to his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. Despite his harsh tone, you knew that he didn’t mean those words. Something else was eating him up from the inside out.

“No one blames you, Mingi. You did a noble thing and everyone appreciates you for it.”

Mingi grit his teeth, partially from the pain and partially from frustration as tears threatened to fall.

“Everyone thinks I’m a fucking joke. Mingi, the comic relief, always needing to be saved after his latest fuck up.”

You creased your brow at this, turning Mingi around and holding him in place firmly, taking the rag back from him. You cleaned the last of his facial wounds before pressing a kiss to his nose, cupping his cheek. Mingi couldn’t help but lean into your touch, eyes closed as he let out a sigh.

“I heard Seonghwa talking to Joong, he wants to stick me back here with you for the time being. Cleaning the fucking kitchen.”

You chuckled at this, rubbing your thumb over the faint scar on his cheekbone.

“Welcome to a woman’s world, Min. Stuck at home twiddling your thumbs because you’re too ‘fragile’ to do anything else. It’s a comfy lifestyle tho, I’ll admit that.”

These words brought a smile to Mingi’s face, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leaned into your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your neck before nuzzling into it.

“I just.. feel like I’m a deadweight.”

“Mingi, you were tossed outta a car in the middle of nowhere, Hwa is just being overprotective as usual. Everyone here loves and values you, even if some of those fuckers have a hard time showing it.”

He nodded into your neck and whispered softly onto your skin, pressing small kisses from your nape to the back of your ear.

“I don’t think I say it enough but.. I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Min.”

You pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, hands tangling in his hair as you tugged him as close as possible. When you squeezed him into a hug however, he hissed with pain, instinctively pulling away slightly.

“Shit- Doc, I’ve got a few more wounds for ya to fix.“

You blushed at the nickname, one that Mingi had been calling you ever since he found out about your dream to be a doctor. You had just started looking for universities when your parents informed you they’d be marrying you off to a stranger five years older than you, subsequently crushing any chance of achieving said dream. It’s why you begged to join the pirates when they raided the port in your town. You’d rather live a life as an outlaw than one tied down to a man who you didn’t even know.

Guiding Mingi to the bed, you carefully pushed him onto it, mindful of the new pain he was experiencing. Perhaps bruising beginning to purple after being roughed up. You rubbed a hand on his leg for a second before gesturing to his top, fingers falling to the buttons when he nodded at you.

You made light work of the flimsy material, wincing when you saw the patchwork of cuts and bruises decorating his torso. You grazed your hand over them lightly, quickly pulling your hand away when Mingi winced again. Despite the considerable damage done to his body, Mingi still looked as desirable as ever. Your face heated as you grabbed the rag again, only now noticing Mingi’s eyes trailing your every move.

“Y’know, I’m not gonna slit your throat if you take your eyes off me for a second.”

Mingi just scoffed before wincing, his body raising off the bed slightly as he clicked his back and let out a relieved groan. Unfortunately, your mind seemed to be in the gutter today, and you couldn’t deny how that seemingly-innocent sound had left you hot and bothered. However, as diligent as ever, you chose to focus on the wounds rather than the downright sinful noises you were eliciting from the male as you painstakingly cleaned each and every one. Even though you’d taken a sneaky look every five seconds at the very least, you had soon cleaned and bandaged every wound on Mingi’s body, now just left with a half-naked man on your bed smirking at you.

“Baby...”

Your body immediately responded to the petname that fell from Mingi’s lips, his hand now falling to your thigh. His eyes almost seemed clouded over with lust, hair messily falling into his face as he slowly stroked and squeezed your thigh. You fought to keep a moan at bay from his teasing actions, instead letting out a shaky breath.

“Yes… Mingi?”

Sitting up slowly, Mingi’s hand began to traverse into dangerous territory, only just managing to stay on your thigh. He let his other hand stray to your back, setting your nerves on fire as he traced up your spine to your neck, his hand resting comfortably on it as he leaned in closer with a pained breath.

“You need to kiss me better.”

The next moment your lips were connected with his, the hand situated on your neck pushing you impossibly closer so Mingi could deepen the messy embrace. While your hands gently groped at his body, you noticed yourself becoming considerably soaked with each pained huff and moan the boy gave you, especially when he broke the kiss to swear under his breath and attack your neck instead.

One of your hands fell to his waist while the other toyed with his baby hairs, pulling at Mingi until there was no space between the two of you. Airy moans left your parted lips as he sucked small marks onto your neck, soothing them with his tongue before adding a few more. His movements were slow with the wear and tear of fighting all day, his hand rising slowly to the neck of your shirt. He pulled away slightly from your nape to whisper onto your skin once again, his breath warming your cheek.

“Can I?”

Instead of responding, you began to unbutton the shirt yourself, turning to Mingi as you did so. He shamelessly let his eyes travel south, a small smile tugging at his lips when he finally caught sight of your breasts. Once you let your shirt drop onto the floor infront of you, Mingi wasted no time being coy, ripping at the last piece of material separating him from your mesmerising chest. Almost out of instinct, his face dived into the cavern between your breasts, hands coming up to toy with them while he sucked more love bites onto your soft skin.

“S-shit, Min.”

You had to try and keep your back from arching when his mouth latched onto your left nipple, his free hand falling to the small of your back while the other began to tug and roll your right one. No matter where you put your hands it felt wrong, the sheets, the bed frame, the wall. Eventually you rested them on your mouth, conscious of just how loud you were being. Soon after however, Mingi scoffed and pulled your hands away, pulling away from your nipple to speak with a slight snarl to his tone.

“I wanna hear you, I don’t give a fuck about what the others think.”

You we’re about to protest lightly, knowing Hongjoong would rip you a new one in the morning if you kept him up all night again, but Mingi smothered your lips once again with his. While his first kiss had been softer, this one was more passionate, aggressive. He was trying to intentionally elicit a reaction from you, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

His touch was still sweet despite the desperation behind it, Mingi slowly laying you down before clamouring on top of you, never breaking the kiss while doing so. When one of your hands raked down his back, right next to a bruise, he moaned sloppily into the kiss. You tried to pull away but Mingi’s hand held your head in place, his lips still against yours as he spoke.

“I’m fine, keep going.”

You simply hummed in response, deftly opening his trousers while Mingi shimmied them down and kicked them off. He returned the favour, tearing the last fabrics from your body with impatience. Now the two of you were bare, Mingi’s hands once again exploring your figure while his head dipped down. He took a deep breath in, the heavenly scent of the Arabian perfumes you’d bought a few months back entrancing him. His lips connected with your soft, sweet skin, pressing kisses all over, working his way down until he was face to face with your pussy. He smirked and dragged a finger up your slit, tasting you eagerly.

“You’re practically dripping, baby. Bet the others can’t make you this wet, hm?”

You shook your head, throwing it back when Mingi’s thumb pressed into your clit. His movements were slow, torturous as you whined quietly.

“Look at me, Y/N. I wanna see and hear just how good I make you feel.”

Shakily, you sat up on your elbows to look down at him, biting your lip when he quirked an eyebrow at you. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly lowered himself into your heat. You sucked in a quick breath when his nose grazed your clit, teeth gritted as Mingi’s warm breath threatened to make you leak all over the sheets. Then, he gave your pussy one long lick, his lips curving up into a smirk when your legs shuddered around his legs.

“You like that, baby?”

“Fuck, yes!”

His deep voice sent vibrations running up your spine, almost as if every nerve in your body was on fire. Your thighs quivered around Mingi’s head, and your hand instinctively fell to his hair. Pulling him that impossible inch closer, your pussy throbbed as more juices spilled onto Mingi’s tongue. He groaned quietly into you, resuming his ministrations. You were so fucking addictive.

Your cabin / makeshift doctor’s office was steamy, the air wet with lust. Mingi lapped at you like a dehydrated dog in the summer’s heat, his hand securing your waist to the bed as you bucked helplessly in his grip. Time became an irrelevance, the only thing you needed was Mingi and his talented mouth. When you hummed with frustration, squeezing Mingi’s arm, he pulled away, mildly concerned.

“You want me to stop?”

You quickly shook your head, eyes watering as your lip quivered.

“I need more, please.”

Fuck, how could he say no to that?

Mingi nodded and quickly sat up, moving higher up the bed until his crotch was aligned with yours. He looked to you for permission once more and you wiggled your hips in response, earning a groan from the male. His hand firmly gripped your thigh, steadying himself as he rubbed his tip along your slit. Before you could complain he pushed the tip in and you let out a squeal, voice shaking as Mingi pushed in further. He was slow and careful, making sure you were okay each step of the way until he finally bottomed out inside you, your hips shaking as you struggled to take him all. Mingi’s head hung as he panted, restraining himself from moving until he got the go ahead from you.

“Okay, I-I’m ready.”

Pulling out slightly, Mingi carefully pushed himself back in, relishing the way your body arched off the bed with pleasure. His grip on your thigh tightened, squeezing the supple flesh once more before beginning to thrust. Your chest jolted with each movement and your back arched crazily, your mind blank with pleasure. All you could think about was Mingi and his cock, thrusting you straight to cloud nine. His tip abused your sweet spot with each ministration, and his face contorted with pleasure every time you screamed his name. His hand moved from your thigh to your hip, easily lifting them and angling your body in a better position.

“Shit, baby. You’re so f-fucking good for me. Taking me so w-well.”

You whimpered when Mingi’s nails dug into your skin, his pace brutal and his face focused. The moans he was pulling from you were wildly loud, and you were sure the others could clearly hear you. Sweat began to make Mingi’s skin glisten in the dim lighting, dripping down his forehead as he threw his head back. Eager to see him, your hands went to his back, clawing at him as you tried to pull him down.

Chuckling, Mingi leaned in and embraced you, his plump lips enveloping yours as he greedily stifled your moans. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away with a smirk when you whined. About to speak, Mingi was cut off by a third party’s cough, his hips stopping and your eyes doubling in size as you turned to see the rest of the crew standing in the doorframe. Hongjoong was at front, scowling with his arms crossed as he looked between the two of you. Seonghwa was rubbing his temples in frustration, understandably stressed out from yet another problem to add to the group’s list of daily antics. Yunho however, had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“When you said you’d ‘take good care’ of Mingi, I didn’t think you meant like this.”

Your cheeks felt like they were burning under their scrutiny, yet Mingi had still not pulled out. One part of you wanted this nightmare-esque event to be other, yet another part of you, a startlingly large part of you, didn’t want this to end. While Yeosang, Wooyoung and San had been giggling and talking amongst themselves, Jongho was the only one who hadn’t shown a reaction yet. Stoic as usual, his gaze was fixated on you, eyes practically boring into your own. When the others had quietened down, he finally spoke.

“You woke us up, Y/N.”

The room became silent as tension rose, thick and noticeable. As always, Seonghwa tried to step in and be the peacemaker.

“Jjong-”

Raising a hand, Jongho walked forward, his gaze still unmoving from you. He was like a predator carefully advancing towards his prey, trying not to bear his claws. You knew where he was going with this, but the others seemed in the dark. Frozen, Mingi dumbly stared on as Jongho crouched next to you, holding your face harshly as he spoke lowly, his gentleman façade slipping just as it always did.

“Put on a show for us, Doll. Hm?”

A wicked smile overtook Mingi’s dumbfounded shock, barely letting you nod obediently at Jongho before he had you on his lap, cock still buried deep. He pressed a kiss to your clavicle before turning you so you were facing the others. Spreading your legs, he lazily rubbed your clit a few times as you jumped in his lap, the eyes on you only making more juices seep lewdly from you.

“Why don’t we show them just how much you love my cock, baby?”

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this night together - chapter two (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter two: a different kind of heat

chapter summary: your heat gets worse, and the boys help you through

warnings: more smut (big surprise), all the abo/omegaverse warnings, but also, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking, thigh riding, many many orgasms, rough sex, knotting, mmf threesome, consent discussions, anal play, double penetration, messy orgasms and cumshots, so much fucking praise

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 9.8K

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“You do smell perfect, though,” Mingi groans into your ear, nuzzling the gland on your neck and sighing. He hasn’t knotted you yet, too content with making you come over and over on his fingers. You lay over his chest on the couch, body damp with sweat, but he doesn’t seem to care, he keeps pulling you closer and closer. Mingi sighs and drags your body up a little higher so he can kiss you, “Like honey,”

“Mm,” You sigh against his lips, “I smell sweet to you?” 

“You are sweet to me,” He nips at your lip, running his hands along your body. 

Your underwear is long discarded on the floor, but you’re still draped in Mingi’s oversized t-shirt, and you ease yourself down his body just enough so that his bare thigh is perfectly nestled between your legs. “Mingi,” You whine softly, feeling tense and over stimulated, “I need you,” 

He tenses his thigh, smiling a little when he realizes how wet you are against him. He pushes his glasses up into his hair and reaches for you, locking a hand one each hip so he can direct your hips. “Very soon, I promise,” 

You grind yourself into his thigh, pleasure rolling through your body at the sensation against your clit and you feel needy and messy, a breath away from begging. 

“Come one more time,” He urges you, “then I’ll knot you, omega,” 

You pant and whine, shaking against him, but you do just what he bids you. Rocking your hips, you plant your hands on his chest and use him for leverage to drag your slick core against him. A bubble builds inside you, threatening to burst already and you cant your hips faster, trying desperately to finish so you can have him inside you. 

“Good girl,” Mingi cups your face, watching you with his lips parted in, “sweet girl,” 

“Fuck,” Your hands clench on his t-shirt, skimming your nails over the bare skin of his chest and you feel him twitch beneath you, “again, again,”  

“That’s it,” He nods, “good fucking girl,” 

His words run a lance of hot need through you and you groan, “It’s not enough,” 

“I’ll make you feel so good,” He soothes you, helping you drag your body back and forth on his thigh, “I’ll give you whatever you need, baby, you just have to come,” 

“Yes,” You sob, your body aching, “alpha,” 

Mingi tenses his thigh once again, and you collapse forwards onto him, your orgasm sudden and heady as you shake against him. “Perfect girl,” He yanks you up suddenly, crashing his mouth onto yours, “pretty little omega,” 

He has your eyes rolling and you grip down on his shoulders, “Now, please, please, I can’t wait anymore,” 

“Let’s go to bed,” Mingi pushes himself off the couch with ease, lifting you with him and keeping his hands locked under your thighs to take you back into the bedroom. 

Yunho’s out, exhausted after the long night and his time with you earlier, rolled onto one side of the bed and sleeping soundly. Mingi makes it to the edge of the bed before he drops you, letting you fall back into the nest of bedding and he pulls off his shirt fast, kicking his boxers off with it. 

Yunho makes a small sound next to you and you feel suddenly dizzy with both of them so close to you, your body throbbing and coursing with desperate need. “Ah,” You wince as a cramp passes through you, “Mingi, please, baby, I need you now,” 

“I got you,” He pushes your legs open, not bothering that you’re bumping into Yunho. After hours of teasing, he needs you just as much as you need him. 

You moan as his cock brushes through your soaked folds and you drag him down closer to you, hungry for his lips and every inch of his skin on yours. He loses control the minute he first presses inside you, and though he meant to take it slow, his latent need has him forcing his hips down hard and sinking his cock inside you fast. 

Mingi collapses over your chest, curled over you and breathing heavily into your shoulder, and you run your hands through his thick mop of long sandy hair. Finally after all the teasing and the prep, he’s deep inside and stretching you deliciously wide. 

Yunho shifts next to you, and you turn your head to the side, watching as his eyes open and he adjusts to the scene in front of him. You expect some kind of jealousy, some primal alpha-pheromone-claim-staking, but he just stretches and smiles next to you. “Hey,” He says simply. 

Whatever you thought Yunho and Mingi’s relationship was doesn’t make sense now. Being comfortable with each other is one thing, but Yunho doesn’t seem startled in the least to be waking up next to Mingi with his cock inside someone mere inches away. 

Before you can respond, Mingi rocks his hips, grinding his pubic bone into you and he leans back from your chest, “Better?” 

“Mm,” You nod, flushed and shaky, “you feel so good,” 

Mingi leans back further, dragging his hand down your body, and looks to Yunho. “Sorry,” Mingi shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face suddenly, “I didn’t mean to wake you like that,” 

Yunho laughs, “It’s fine, take care of her,” 

Your back arches and you press him closer, as if you could draw him even deeper inside your body even though his hips are fully flush with  yours and you can feel him filling every inch of your cunt. Next to you, Yunho falls back onto his half of the bed, still waking up, and you’d be shocked at how unfazed he is except Mingi draws your face back to his and pumps his hips hard, just once to get your attention. 

You gasp at the feeling, gripping down on his forearm and panting, “Mingi, oh my god,” 

“Look at me,” He shakes his head, his thumb flicking over your bottom lip, “he can watch, but you look at me.” 

Heat floods you and you nod, already feeling fucked out and he’s barely done anything. Mingi takes your hand where it grips his hip and interlaces your fingers, rocking you back and pressing your hand into the bedding by your head. His other hand reaches down, turning your hips up and folding your legs back into a press. Every shift has you growing wetter, more hungry and desperate, and when he moves you into the perfect spot and shifts his cock just enough, you realize why he put you here. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” You moan, gripping down on his hand to steady you. 

“Look,” he directs you, “look how well you take all of me,” 

Following his instruction, you look down, your muscles clenching around him when you see where his cock disappears into you. Your legs are shaking already, you’re sure you’ll come fast after how overstimulated and raw you are, but you desperately need him to move.  With a stammer you beg him, “Please, Mingi, please,” 

He draws out of you slowly, almost completely, and the snaps his hips down to drive his cock in as deep as possible. Your head drops back into the sheets, and you sob, nodding and panting, “Like that,” 

Mingi increases his pace, drawing out and snapping back in a steady rhythm and the press of his cock over your g-spot has you crumbling beneath him. Your body feels like a live wire, hot and cold at the same time, tight snaps of pleasure rippling up from your core. 

“Ah, fuck omega,” Mingi groans, dropping a little further over your body with a shudder, “you’re so fucking tight,” 

Your hips jerk in response despite your pinned position underneath him. 

“Will my knot even fit, tiny?” He pants, teasing you, his pace never faltering. 

Blush blooms up your chest and across your cheeks, your body aching under his and the idea of his knot spins you out of control, “Mingi, I’m,” you grip his hand harder, “I’m close,” 

“Come,” He directs you, holding your gaze, “I know you can,” 

It hangs in front of you, dangling but just out of reach and you grip down his arm and close your eyes tight, focused just on the sensation and the wet sound of him working you. You need him to say something, your omega desperate and needy, the feeling of him inside you not quite enough to soothe you. You’re whining, tight and pained, and you can hear him begging you to come, but you need something more. You shake your head, “Tell me I’m good for you,” you choke out, “please, alpha,” 

Mingi groans, falling further forwards, his body nearly crushing you but the added weight makes you feel whole. Pushing your head to the side he slips close to your ear, pumping his hips deep as he does, “You’re my best girl,” 

Your mind sings with even just the single note of his praise. 

“You’re the only one who can take my knot,” He nips at your skin, “your pretty body all ripe and ready for my pups,” 

Your body folds in on itself, your orgasm hitting you so hard your ears are ringing, no sensations making sense except for his cock inside you and his hot breath as it dances across your neck. He likes you, he said so. He needs you, you’re perfect. Your mind plays his words on a loop as your body quakes, more ready for a knot than ever before. 

Mingi rocks back onto his knees, dragging your body with him, and holds you steady by the hips to use as his anchor so he can continue thrusting into you. Your head lolls to the side, your body pliant and open. You had forgotten Yunho was here, but when you open your eyes again and see him watching you both with his hard, weeping cock in his hand, you whimper. You reach for him, needing to please him, needing to help him come too. 

Mingi’s hand on your face snaps your head back to center, shaking his head, his jaw locked tight. He can’t scold you, he’s too close, but you can see every word in his expression. In this moment, he’s your alpha. No one else. He pulls you down hard as his knot starts to form, slipping inside you quickly and grinding his hips as he cock spills inside your wet walls. 

His knot is big, stretching you fast and you wince, gripping down on the sheets and pressing your eyes closed, breathing low and slow through your nose to deal with the sudden sensation. 

Mingi’s hand leaves your hip, and you can hear that he’s still panting through his orgasm, his release still pumping inside you, but his thumb starts to gently roll over your clit. His aim is not to make you come again, just to help release the tension locking inside you and ease the sudden discomfort of his growing knot. His thumb slows as he watches you relax again, face smoothing out to a perfect calm now that you’re deliciously full. 

With a sigh he stills, and your eyes flutter back open. 

“Damn,” His hands squeeze your hips, “you’re fucking amazing,” 

You hum, pleased and fully relaxed again, not yet able to form any coherent thoughts. 

Mingi sweeps a hand through his sweaty hair and then reaches for your hands, “Let’s turn us over, okay?” 

The predicament of this position, now that you’re finished and locked on his cock for an indeterminate amount of time, is how to get comfortable. With sure hands he holds you by the forearms and starts to lift you, but you can’t help the little whimper that passes through your lips at the feeling of him shifting inside you. 

“Yunho,” Mingi’s eyes flick to the other alpha, “can you get her up?” 

“Mhm,” Yunho’s deep warm hum comes from behind you and you relax further. He slips his hands underneath you, a hand on your upper and lower back to support your hips, and between both of them they lift you up until you can easily wrap your arms around Mingi’s neck. 

“There we go,” Mingi presses a quick kiss to your lips, “now let’s lay down,” 

Yunho’s hand stays steady in the center of your back should you need him, and Mingi moves smoothly, barely jostling you as he eases back onto his back against the pillows with you still nestled in his arms. You let out a heavy sigh once you’ve both settled, melting into the warm skin of his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your cheek. 

“How’s that, jagi?” Mingi pushes your hair back over your shoulder and cups your cheek. 

“Good,” You nod, letting your eyes slip closed. 

He’s much less tense than Yunho was, and you imagine that has something to do with the fact that he’s done this all before. For Yunho, it felt like the sudden onset of his emotion and his protective aggression had everything to do with the fact that it was his first time. Mingi holds you calmly, but steadily, one hand cupping your ass to keep your hips right where they are, and the other soothing and loving on your cheek. 

Yunho’s hand leaves the center of your back and you feel the bed shift, “I’m going to go shower,” he murmurs, “do either of you need anything?” 

You blink your eyes open, shifting up on Mingi’s chest, “No, wait,” 

Yunho pauses, looking tense and he swallows, “Yeah?” 

“Don’t go,” 

Yunho looks torn, shifting in the bed and you see the outline of his erection under the sheet that is pulled up over his lap. Mingi smirks, immediately putting the pieces together, and Yunho says, “I won’t be long,” 

“I can help,” You offer immediately, glancing down at Mingi to check to see if he’s opposed to the idea, but he looks nothing but smugly pleased. You nod towards Yunho’s lap, “Let me help you, Yunho,” 

He shakes his head a little, “It’s fine, I don’t want to make you,” 

“Yunho, stop,” You cut him off, “you’re both helping me through heat when you didn’t even plan to. I can help you too, I want to,” 

He hesitates, but you can see how much he wants to say yes. His eyes flick to Mingi and you watch the silent conversation between them. Finally, Mingi shrugs and nods, “Wouldn’t be the first time,” 

Yunho sighs, relieved, and you make a mental note to ask about that later if the moment presents itself. Your understanding of them is shifting with every passing hour in their company, and you know now that men you know from the studio are so much different than the assumptions that you made. 

“Come right here,” You gesture him over, unable to move, still locked to Mingi. 

Yunho nods, dropping the sheet again and coming up onto his knees, shuffling across the bed until he’s tucked close to Mingi’s shoulder and in the perfect spot for you to tip just forward enough that you can take him in your mouth. 

“Are you,” He starts to say, but you sink your mouth forwards and take him as far back as you can in this position. He groans, his words dying in his throat. 

You pull off him for just a moment to murmur up to him, “Yunho, just shut up,” 

“Got it,” He shudders, and you take his thick length back over your tongue once again. 

The position is uncomfortable though, still locked on Mingi’s cock and doing your best to brace yourself on his chest. You feel unbalanced and dizzy, but you don’t stop. When you push forward further, taking him deep down your throat far enough that your nose brushes his pubic bone, you shift against Mingi far enough that his knot pulls. It’s not painful, but it’s not pleasant, and you drop back with an annoyed sound. 

“Here,” Mingi murmurs, and you feel his legs change position, feet flat on the bed now so that his thighs are raised to hold you better. He places one broad hand on your waist and one underneath your breast, spread wide on your ribs so that he can hold you perfectly steady, “there you go,” 

The pressure in your lower back dissipates, the pull of his knot gone completely, and Yunho takes the hint to move just a little closer. Now things are easy. Yunho’s hands gather your hair until his hands rest at the back of your head, not changing your pace at all but just resting there, moving steadily with every bob of your head. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groans as you sink down further, intentionally dragging the flat of your tongue down the underside of his shaft firmly, “more,”

You murmur a soft sound of recognition, and start to bob your head faster, doing your best to breathe steady through your nose and not let the way the head of his cock bumping your throat makes your gag reflex jump. Yunho’s fingers tighten on your scalp and you hollow out your cheeks, and you brace your hand on his thigh to keep steady and keep moving. 

“God,” Yunho’s voice sounds tight and breathless, “you’re so fucking perfect,” 

You moan softly around his cock, and feel Mingi grip you a little more firmly, his still hard length twitching inside you at the sound. Your muscles flutter around him, a little ebbing lap of warm pleasure up your body and Mingi’s thumb on your belly drags back and forth in a comforting pattern. 

“Our omega likes to hear how good she is,” Mingi smiles, “isn’t that right, jagi?” 

“Mm,” Your response is muffled but understood, and Yunho sighs above you. 

“Fuck,” Yunho feels shaky now, his hard length twitching in your mouth, “fuck, baby, u-use your hand,” 

You pull off him immediately, letting Mingi’s grip support you as you take Yunho’s shaft in your hand. You’re gasping a little, a headrush at the sudden swell of oxygen, but you can’t slow down now. With quick motions you pump his cock, dragging your hand up and down the slick length and teasing the tip with your tongue. Beads of precum pearl up at the tip and you lap them away, again and again, eyes up to watch Yunho’s head fall back with a groan. 

“Alpha,” You whine, intentionally moaning as you drag your tongue over him again, “please come for me,” 

“Don’t stop,” He begs you, his eyes still shut tight. 

“Never,” Your hand pumps harder, just a little more applied pressure to coax him to the edge. 

Mingi curses under his breath, mouth open and eyes locked on you. 

“Where?” You manage, ignoring the ache in your arm as you work him over. 

“I’m,” Yunho stutters, “fuck, I’m close,” 

“Come for me,” You beg him, “come on, baby,” 

Yunho shudders and then shifts forwards, knocking your hand away and pumping his cock hard and fast at the pace he needs. With his hand locked in your hair he pulls your head back and comes hot over your chest, streaks of his release from your neck down to your breasts. You brace yourself on his thigh, watching as he recovers, breathing heavily and shaking as he looks down at you. 

“Yunho,” You breathe, but he drops low and pulls your lips to his, crushing you into a kiss. You moan softly against his lips, and inside you finally feel Mingi’s knot start to release so he can slip himself out of you. 

“That was,” Yunho shakes his head against yours, “god,” 

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen?” Mingi offers and you break away from Yunho with a laugh. 

“Mingi,” You ease back up into a better position now that you’re not locked down on him, straddling him and just resting on top of his thighs, trying to regain your breath. 

“I’m just being honest,” Mingi says with ease. 

Yunho’s hands slip off you, and sits down with a heavy sigh. His distant, dreamy look fills you with warmth and caught between two alphas who continue to praise you and care for you, you’re finding parts of yourself to unlock that you never thought you’d tap into. 

“Good?” You murmur as Yunho meets your eyes. 

His tongue darts out and wets his lips as his eyes flick over you, “So good,” he says, “but let me clean you up,” 

You’re so much more attuned to them now, after spending almost a full day sharing your bodies together, and you can’t miss the way that Yunho runs a hand along Mingi’s upper arm and gives it a squeeze before he rolls off his side of the bed to get a damp washcloth. 

Yunho moves into the bathroom and flips on the tap, and you take the moment to look back down at Mingi, “Was that too much?” 

Mingi’s brows knit together and he shakes his head, “What do you mean?” 

“Us together?” You gesture between the two of you and then towards the bathroom where you hear the tap flick off. 

He grins, amused, and smooths his broad hands up and down your thighs, “We’ve done this before,” 

“Oh,” Your head snaps to Yunho as he re-enters the room. 

“What?” His eyes dart between the two of you.

“y/n was worried we crossed a line,” Mingi teases, but Yunho hasn’t picked up on the joke. 

“How?” He looks concerned, suddenly anxious that you are the uncomfortable one. 

You shake your head, reaching for the damp cloth to clean yourself up, “Not like that,” you tell him, nudging Mingi with your leg, “I just know we didn’t talk about doing things as a group. We kind of fell into that, I didn’t want to,”

“Oh,” Yunho interrupts, and then looks to Mingi, “oh, I see what you mean,” 

A light ripple of a fresh cramp pulses through you and Mingi feels you tense up above him, watching as you breathe low through your nose. “Already?” He checks. 

“No,” You relax as the pain passes, “not yet,”

“Do you want a shower or something? Before we keep going?” Yunho’s ears run red and you realize just how much you like watching him blushing and nervous. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “that would be nice,” 

Mingi sits up then, manhandling you easily to your feet so he can stand and stretch, “Let’s all go,” 

He tugs you forward into the bathroom, giving you no real choice in the matter and Yunho follows too. Mingi starts the water and waits for it to warm up, while Yunho leans against the edge of the sink. “You don’t have to be worried about anything being awkward,” Yunho clarifies for you after a moment, “between Mingi and me, that is,” 

“You’re sure?” You ease back on the counter next to him. 

“Mhm,” Yunho smooths a hand down your bare back and looks at his friend, “we’ve done this a few times. Not with someone in heat, but you know, we’ve shared partners before.” 

“It’s been a while,” Mingi shrugs, checking the temperature, “a couple of years maybe, but yeah,” 

“That makes me feel so much better,” You sigh, leaning into Yunho’s side, “I didn’t want to get in the middle of things or make it weird,” 

Yunho smiles, a quiet laugh on his lips and Mingi shakes his head, “I’ve been with him since middle school,” he says, “we’ve done basically everything together. There’s not really anything you could do to get in the middle or make it weird,”

Yunho rolls his eyes and wraps a lazy arm around your shoulders, “Following me around since middle school, more like.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi laughs, “you love me,” 

You watch as Mingi steps into the shower behind the curtain, and Yunho shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “Now that that’s cleared up,” He kisses your hair, “let’s just relax while we can. You’re feeling okay?” 

In truth, you’re feeling the bubbling need flooding back faster, and you’re already aching in places you shouldn’t be aching in, but you nod, “I’m good,” 

He gives you one last squeeze, and then follows Mingi into the shower. With them out of your eye line you suddenly feel a little panicked, a tight feeling inside you like a cord is pulling taut suddenly, and you know you’re getting closer to the harder hours of your heat. 

You shake off the feeling as best you can and head for the shower. 

“Guys?” Your voice is a little weaker than you wanted, and you clear your throat to try and tamp down the sudden strange wave of emotion. 

Mingi appears suddenly in the space between the curtain and the shower wall, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” You shake your head, pushing back the curtain a little so you can climb in. 

Mingi secures a hand under your arm to steady you, and once you’re in the warm spray of the water between them, you start to feel the sudden anxious waves fade. 

Yunho tucks close to your back and wraps his arms around you, “Your emotions are all over the place,” he observes, passing his thumb over the gland in your neck once again to calm you, “what’s going on all of a sudden?” 

“It really is nothing,” You sigh, sinking back into his arms, “I just started to feel a little panicky, but I’m fine now,” 

Mingi studies your face for a moment, “It’s okay,” he says, knowing exactly what you were feeling and why, “we’ll stay close now,” 

Yunho nods, giving you a comforting squeeze. After a few moments he separates from you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and he reaches for the shampoo. 

It’s been hours, from the time you woke in the early morning hours to now and you have no concept if it’s even light or dark outside. You drop your head back into the water to wet your hair and sigh, “I don’t even know what time it is,” 

“Same,” Mingi laughs. 

“It’s like seven,” Yunho says, “shockingly,”

“At night?” Your eyes widen. 

“Mhm,” He says, eyes closed and head back, in the middle of lathering the shampoo into his hair, suds dripping down his shoulders and over the firm plane of his chest. 

A throb flutters through your core again, and you pull your eyes away to focus on something else like the tile or the way the water is hitting the shower curtain. Anything that will keep your mind off their bodies and what they can do with them. 

“Wait,” You look up, this time just holding their eyes as a thought occurs to you, “what are you going to do about work?” 

“What do you mean?” Mingi asks. 

“It’s Sunday,” You point out, “but my heat won’t be over by tomorrow,” 

“We’re taking heat leave,” Yunho says, “all of us.” 

Your mouth drops, “Everyone will know,” you can’t believe they wouldn’t care about this, especially Yunho, “if we’re all on leave at the same time it will be so obvious you’re with me,” 

Mingi grins, wolfish and cheeky, “What’s the matter omega? You don’t want anyone to know we’re your alphas for the week?” 

A shiver runs up your spine and you take a step back, trying to keep a clear head, but any time he uses your designations something deep inside you bends and responds. You shake your head, “I just meant it might look like favoritism or something inappropriate,” you look at Yunho, “I mean you’re kind of my boss,” 

“I am not your boss,” His nose crinkles, completely disturbed by the idea that he might have to manage anyone. 

“Well, no,” You roll your eyes, “I guess not, but you are the most respected person there. You call the shots, Yunho,” 

He considers your words, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth as he thinks before nodding once, “You be on heat leave, we’ll just be sick separately. We’ll come back on different days.” 

“Doesn’t that still look suspicious?” You chew your lip. 

“I mean,” Yunho sighs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, “I could work Monday and Tuesday, and then Mingi could swap off and take Wednesday, Thursday, if it lasts that long?” 

The idea of being without either one of them makes your heart beat faster. 

Yunho watches your face fall, eyes tunnel-visioning and he waves his hands, “Or not, it was just an idea, but we won’t do that. We’ll both stay,” 

“Sorry,” You shake your head, “I don’t, I’m sorry I don’t mean to make this more difficult,” 

“You aren’t,” Mingi interrupts, “we’ll figure it out.” 

“The safest thing is for the two of us to be sick, and for you to be on leave,” Yunho says, “and if anyone guesses, we’ll just keep this to ourselves. No one has to know.” 

He’s right, you know it, and you have to trust them, “Okay,” 

Mingi dips back into the water to rinse out his hair, and though it’s a tight fit in their shower, you all move together with ease as if you’ve all done this a million times before. You’re flushed again, face lighting up with blush, and despite the water already breaking out in a fine sweat, but you’re not sure if it’s the heat of the shower or your heat. You do your best to ignore it, and reach past Mingi for the bottle of body wash. 

“Can I have,” Stretching a little too far, a pain lances up your abdomen and you retract your arm with a whine, doubling over. Not the heat of the shower, then. 

“Hey,” Yunho twists, catching you, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” You answer him, teeth clenched. 

“y/n,” Yunho tries to straighten you up with him but your body is cramping too much. 

“No, no, please,” You grip down on his arm and he freezes.

“It’s okay,” Mingi soothes you, “let’s finish up and get you back to bed,” 

Hot, radiating pain is twisting in your gut and you nod, but you can’t move. Despite the comforting  way that Yunho strokes your back, you can’t feel anything but intense arousal, every touch of his skin on yours making your cunt throb and wet with slick. 

“We should hurry,” Yunho can feel the way you’re trembling, how heavy your weight is in his hands as you try to support yourself. 

“Yunho,” You moan, your hand bracing on the tile wall, “please stop moving your hand.” 

“W-what?” He stills. 

“It’s distracting,” You breathe. 

“You need to go now, don’t you?” Mingi crouches so that your eyes can meet his. 

All you can do is nod. 

“Alright,” Mingi reaches for the shower knob, “hold her,” 

“Got her,” 

Mingi cranks the shower off, the water cutting off abruptly, and he reaches outside the curtain to drag in a fluffy gray towel. He shakes it out and moves closer to you, “Nice and easy,” he murmurs. 

“I need to lay down,” You manage, but it sounds like a sob, “please, Mingi, please,” 

“I know,” He says, wrapping the towel around your shaking body, “that’s where we’re going.” 

The towel feels like little needles to your hypersensitive skin and you can’t help the hot, fat tears that roll down your cheeks. The way you’re rocketed back into this headspace of needing to be knotted is so much faster than before, which means you’re entering the peak of your heat. It will probably be like this for a while, you know that, but right now rational thoughts are bleeding away and all you can think about is them. 

Soft hands on your cheeks bring you out of your haze and you feel Mingi brushing away your tears, “Hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs softly, “you’re alright,” 

You grimace, “This sucks,” 

He smiles, wide and genuine and nods, “I know,” 

“I’m,” Your voice is caught in your throat and you shift painfully, curling onto your side, “fuck, I’m really glad you’re here,” 

Mingi nods again, “Here, and not going anywhere,” 

You need them, and you wriggle out of your towel so all you can feel is the softness of the sheets, “Can somebody touch me, please?” 

“Mhm,” Mingi runs a hand across your bare shoulders and gives you a gentle squeeze, “tell me what you need, babe,” 

A shiver runs through you, and you sniffle, trying to answer but finding it hard to do. 

“Are you cold?” Yunho murmurs, dropping to your eye line as he kneels by the side of the bed you’re turned towards. 

“Like a fever,” Mingi’s hand rests over your forehead, “she’s got chills,” 

You hold Yunho’s eyes, and he softens, “Can I come in?” 

You reach for him, nodding and blinking back the sudden flood of tears. 

“Okay,” He says as he shifts onto the bed, dragging his blanket over you both, “let me warm you up,” 

You snap to his chest like a magnet, snuggling up close and feeling like your body might never stop shaking. 

“Mingi,” Yunho murmurs low as he strokes your hair, “get in here,” 

“Yep,” The bed shifts behind you and then suddenly you’re enveloped in warmth.

Mingi presses behind you, the length of your back fitted neatly against the broad, firm plane of his chest. He runs hot, hotter than Yunho by a degree or two and the combination of them both on either side of you has you cocooned in steadying heat. The blanket shifts over you and before you know it, you’re snuggled tightly between the two of them. 

“Better?” Mingi checks in with you, his fingertips grazing your cheek as he pushes back your hair. 

“Mm,” You shudder, teeth chattering, “but I’m just s-so cold,” 

“Shh,” Yunho soothes, shifting slightly so that he can drop his lips to your shoulder. He exhales heavily, a slow stream of warm air across your skin, “it’s okay, omega,”

Mingi’s mouth connects with your back and he follows suit, another jet of warm air fluttering down your spine. 

A little whine breaks through your lips, and Mingi’s mouth turns to deliver kisses between every puff of hot air, your body melting now in their arms. 

“Don’t cry,” Yunho pulls you closer, “we’ll take such good care of you, sweetheart, that’s what your alphas are here for,” 

You nod against him, “It’s getting worse,” 

Yunho shifts back to look at you again, “What can we do?” 

“Just be here,” You slip your leg in between his, tangling you both tighter together as Mingi scoots forward, “it’s just happening so fast,” 

“Off meds it can be like this,” Mingi assures you, “don’t be scared,” 

“I feel dizzy,” You admit, “foggy,” 

“Is this helping at all?” Yunho asks, his brows drawn together in a nervous expression. 

“Mhm,” You manage. 

“Foggy, how?” Mingi asks, trying to get a good look at you. 

You think a moment, wetting your lips and taking a slow breath, “Disconnected,” 

“Mm,” He nods, “I think you’re peaking faster than you expected,” 

“What does that mean?” Yunho glances up at Mingi, “Should we do something differently?” 

“You tell me if I’m wrong,” Mingi says, kissing your shoulder, “but basically it means less time between drops. Things get hazy, more instinctual. For my ex, sometimes she didn’t remember everything we did or things she said,” 

“I don’t like that,” Yunho says quietly. 

“That’s why we talked this morning,” You pause, thinking it through as best you can through the ache, “yesterday? That’s why… I mean, this is what I,” Words come slowly and your first tightens as you search for the right thing to say. 

“Easy,” Mingi soothes you, “relax, okay? The details don’t matter right now,” 

“Right,” You sigh. 

“I just,” Yunho’s hand tightens on your lower back, “you were going to go home and deal with this alone? There’s no way, and with an unmated alpha home,” 

Panic lances through you, “Don’t be angry with me, please,” 

“I’m not angry,” He clarifies immediately, “not at all, y/n,” 

“You sound upset,” You admit. 

“I’m not,” He soothes you, “I’m just thankful you’re here, that you’re safe,” 

“There wasn’t a chance in hell I was letting her go home,” Mingi says calmly, “you just offered so quick,” 

“I don’t know,” Yunho murmurs, “I just needed to,” 

“I get it,” Mingi nods. 

You feel a little like you could fall asleep, except for the fact that every minute shift of their bodies against yours feels like a lick of hot fire, and you know you’re close to the bubbling need resurfacing in your belly. You tighten your legs together, hips shifting back at the pulse of your core, and forward as you try to find a comfortable position. A cramp ripples through your abdomen and you feel the telltale gush of slick preparing you for another knotting. Yunho’s eyes blow wide and you know he can feel your body shifting and changing, and you’re sure Mingi can too.

“I got you,” Yunho breathes, pulling his hand under the covers and navigating to find the juncture of your thighs. 

You adjust your tangled legs so that you can open up to him, naturally shifting back against Mingi’s chest in the process, “Please,” 

His fingers slide through your folds with ease and he sighs, “You’re so wet, omega,” 

“Mm,” You shake, stretching your legs open wider, and Mingi slips a hand down to cup your thigh and hold you open. 

“I won’t keep you waiting,” Yunho assures you, dipping forward to capture your lips. He kisses you with a warm, slow intensity, sighing against your mouth as his tongue flicks along the underside of yours. When his fingers sink home inside you, you moan into his open mouth, your eyes pressing shut tightly and hips jerking against Mingi. 

“Yunho,” You shiver, “yes, please, yes,” 

He keeps his mouth on your skin as he draws his hand back, dragging his two fingers almost completely out of your throbbing channel. He nips gently at your lower lip and then suddenly he’s forcing you open again, pushing three fingers in as deeply as his knuckles will allow, pulsating them gently in and out. 

“Mm-fuck,” You whine, “so good,” 

“That’s it,” Yunho speeds up just a little, enough to drag his fingertips over your spongy g-spot, “right there?” 

You groan a response. 

“Is that your sweet spot?” Yunho nips at your lip again, “Did I find it, jagi? Does that feel good?” 

Every flick of his middle finger inside you, the push of his knuckles against your swollen clit, his hot eyes studying your face, every piece of it has you sinking further into Mingi’s chest and close to coming apart at the seams. Yunho makes a small noise to prompt your answer and you nod, hazy. 

“There,” You work your hips down against him, “deeper,” 

“Deeper,” He smirks, pushing his hand forwards fast and hard, leaving you groaning. 

“Fuck,” Mingi breathes behind you, his hand slipping away from your thigh and you feel his cock starting to stiffen against your ass. 

You’re writhing between them, trying to find purchase on the sheets below you so you can rock your hips down and fuck yourself open on Yunho’s fingers, chasing the stretching feeling, blush erupting across your chest and cheeks as you pant. 

“So sexy,” Mingi growls gently in your ear, kissing your throat before his hand slides over your hip and cups one plush cheek in his wide hand, “you feel that?” He juts his hips up, dragging his hard cock over your skin. 

“Oh, god,” You moan sharply. 

“Come here,” Mingi slides his hand under, sweeping through your wet slick and over Yunho’s fingers, and you’re not sure exactly what he’s planning until he draws his hand back and dips his digits between your cheeks. 

You gasp sharply as his middle finger finds the tight ring of muscle of your ass, pressing against it without pushing inside, just spreading your slick up and around to prepare you for whatever he has planned next. At your sharp inhale, Yunho looks up at Mingi and tries to gauge what’s happening, realization dawning on him when you moan sharply and grip down on his arm. 

“Does that feel good?” Mingi curls over you as he proceeds slowly, pushing the tip of his finger inside your untouched hole, “Come on, pretty omega, tell me,” 

“I don’t,” You stutter, holding onto Yunho’s shoulders as you shift and try to get used to the sensation, moaning as he pushes in a little deeper, “oh, my fuck,” 

“Good?” Yunho checks. 

“G-good, please don’t stop,” You choke out. 

“That’s our girl,” Mingi chuckles softly, and you feel them adjust their hands and sync their pace.

  You feel full, touched, tortured, and aching, their combined fingers matching pace perfectly to sink in and out of your body at a deliciously brutal pace. Where a moment ago you were riding Yunho’s fingers, chasing your orgasm with shaking need, now all you can do is hold on and let them take you. Taut pressure drops in your belly and you moan sharply, legs trembling, “I’m - oh god,” 

“Come for us,” Yunho kisses you hard and fast, fingers curling into your hair to hold you steady as he fucks you with his other hand, “come on our fingers, baby,” 

“S-shit,” You scramble in their hold, sweat dripping down your front. 

“I know,” Yunho croons softly, holding your gaze, “you’re so close, omega, I can feel it,” 

“I’m gonna come,” Your voice is mumbled, caught in a moan. 

“Take it,” Yunho pants, the muscles in his arm jumping as he flexes and adjusts. He sinks forward, pressing his forehead against yours and he nods, “come on, come on, baby,” 

You whine and jerk, hot pleasure churning in your gut and building to the perfect precipice. 

Mingi’s free hand grips your shoulder and suddenly his lips are at your ear as his finger fucks into you faster and faster, “You need more?” 

“Yes, fuck, yes,” 

A second finger stretches you open and you choke out a strangled moan, “Mingi!” 

He growls against you, pushing his cock against your skin for some friction as he continues to match Yunho’s pace, “I bet you wish you were taking both our cocks, don’t you?” 

The image of it flashes in your mind, your body sheathing both of them, feeling stretched and full. Their hips working in time, breaking you apart piece by precious piece in their hands, lips everywhere, hands everywhere. Your muscles clench hard on their fingers and you moan. 

“Oh, you do,” He teases, hand tight on your shoulder, “what a good girl,” 

“I’m c-coming,” You choke, body twisting up and locking into pleasure. 

“There,” Yunho grips your hair harder, his mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, “there she is,” 

“Oh god, oh god,” You whine, the crest of your orgasm only building in intensity, “I c-can’t, I can’t stop,” 

“Holy fuck,” Mingi’s fingers slide out and his hand curls around your hip to hold you steady. 

Yunho follows suit, but then suddenly he moves, hands leaving you and lips traveling down your body until he slips under the blanket entirely. 

“Yunho,” Your voice dies with a squeak when his hands push your thighs open wide and his tongue flicks over your clit. Your hips jerk back on a reflex, legs moving to close, your body feeling overstimulated and tight, but he won’t let you go. 

He wrenches your legs back open with ease, hooking them up over his shoulders and sinking his tongue back inside you, a groan on his lips as he laps at your wet slit, “You taste so sweet, jagiya,” 

“Honey,” Mingi sighs, “and sweet chamomile, just for us,” 

Your brain feels like it’s firing all at once, an overwhelming torrent of sensations that you can’t quite single out, just a din of feeling collapsing over you as your orgasm starts to build again, barely a moment of respite, “God,” 

Mingi’s hips press forwards, his cock nestled against your ass and you reach back for him, finding his hip and cupping him close. He rocks twice, dragging against you for some dry friction and then he stops himself with a taut sound. 

You lean back against his shoulder and shake your head, “Don’t stop,” 

“Shh,” Mingi hushes you, “just focus on,” 

“D-don’t tell me what to do,” You grip down on Mingi’s hip, dragging him closer, “use me, don’t stop if you need it,” 

He holds your eyes a moment, hesitating, but Yunho sucks at your aching clit and you arch back against Mingi, trapping his cock against your plush ass again and you watch him crumble. 

“Fuck it,” He crushes you to his chest, pumping his hips steadily, his hand on your hip sliding forward and closing over your stomach to press you back and tighten the feeling of his cock trapped between your bodies. 

“Yes, yes,” You whine as Yunho finds a good rhythm, tongue flicking over you again and again, and your nails dig into Mingi’s arm over your chest. 

“Come here,” Mingi curses in your ear, reaching suddenly for the blanket and tossing it to the side. 

Cool air wafts over you and makes you shiver, and you look down at Yunho between your legs, moaning at the sight of him buried against your cunt, eating at you with a reckless eagerness you’ve never seen in him. He’s messy, hair mussed and still damp from the shower, face glistening with your slick and he smiles as he readjusts and dives back in. 

“I want to watch,” Mingi nips at your ear, still thrusting against your backside, “look at you,” 

Trapped between them, you’re a breath away from another orgasm, and you open your mouth to say something, anything, when Mingi’s hand over your belly shifts lower to rest on the soft place just above your pubic bone. 

“Make a mess,” Mingi pants, “come on Yunho’s face, baby,” 

Mingi presses the heel of his hand down just as Yunho sucks sharply on your clit and it hits you harder than before, ripping a desperate cry from your lips and locking your body up in desperate rocking pleasure. 

“No, no,” Mingi yanks you back as you curl away from him into your release, holding you steady so that he can grind himself hard along your skin, his voice breathy and tight, “just a little,” he manages and then you feel him jerk hard, warm wetness across your back as his hips slow and his muscles melt. 

Your brain floats a moment and then clicks back into place and you register Yunho slowly lapping at your folds, bringing you down back to earth until he knows you’re through it. With slow movements he eases out from between your legs, kissing you gently as he does, stretching your legs out to rest on the bed instead of his shoulders. 

“Hey,” His voice is quiet and soft, fingers on your cheek, “you okay in there?” 

Your eyes flutter open and he’s close, brown eyes easy on yours and his face still shiny with your arousal. You swallow hard and unfurl from your position on Mingi’s shoulder, “I’m perfect,” 

You must be a picture, slick with sweat and cum, Mingi attached to your back like a koala as he drops in and out of sated sleep. Yunho smiles down at you, “I’m just going to step in the bathroom a second, but I’ll be back,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “I’m good,” 

It’s not even a lie, you do feel okay, but you still find yourself tracking his movements as he shifts around the opposite side of the bed and slips into the bathroom. He leaves the door open and the light on so you can still see him as he washes his hands and locates a hand towel in the little linen cupboard. 

Mingi makes a sleepy noise behind you, and you squeeze his fingers. 

“Hmm?” He jumps at the sensation, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing,” You assure him, “everything’s fine, get some rest,” 

Yunho comes back and Mingi drags himself up into a sitting position, scrubbing the orgasmic haze from his eyes, “No, no I’m up,” 

“Here,” Yunho murmurs, tossing the hand towel to Mingi, and you now see that it’s damp and meant to clean you up. 

“Thanks,” Mingi catches it deftly and eases the warm cloth down over your skin, wiping away any evidence of the night so far, “y/n,” he catches your attention, “how are you feeling?” 

“Sore,” You admit, “but better for the moment,” 

“Alright,” He throws the towel towards the open hamper, “can you stay with Yunho a while? I need to get some food together,” 

A nervous flutter lights up in your stomach but you take a steadying breath and nod, “Yeah,” 

“If you’re peaking this quick I want you to eat some more,” He explains, “while we still can,” 

“Thank you,” You murmur, this time letting him take care of you instead of fighting it. 

“If you need to sleep,” Mingi offers, “don’t fight it, I can always keep a plate warm for you.” 

“Okay,” 

“If you need anything,” Mingi says, not to you, but to Yunho, “just shout.” 

“Yep,” Yunho returns to your line of sight, dressed in a pair of oversized gray sweats and black cut off t-shirt. With a smile to ease your nerves he climbs back into the bed, righting the covers over you both and offering an arm, “you want to cuddle, or do you need some space?” 

You shift into his arms without hesitation, the tense knot inside you releasing once again now that you’re in his arms. Mingi murmurs that he’ll be back, and you listen carefully to the sound of him moving through the apartment, the sounds of the kitchen, the low hum of the building around you. 

“Are you really feeling okay?” Yunho asks softly, running a hand down the tensed muscle of your arm. 

“Better,” You pull your eyes back to his, “I just don’t know how long it’ll last,” 

“I’m sorry this hurts so much,” He murmurs, “I wish I knew about your suppressants,” 

“Yunho,” You shake your head, “I already told you,” 

“No, no, I know why you didn’t say anything,” He interrupts, “I don’t mean that. I’m just sorry you have to feel like this,” 

“It’s better being here,” You tell him quietly, “with you,” 

“Better than being alone?” He asks. 

“Yes,” You nod, “but better than being with anyone else too,” 

“Oh,” His voice is soft, his eyes widening just a little. 

“I’ve been with other alphas,” You tell him, shifting a little closer in his arms, “but it’s never like this,” 

“I’m,” He considers his words a moment, jaw tightening as he contemplates. “Am I doing things right?” 

“Knotting’s pretty self explanatory,” You smile, teasing him just a little. 

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “So, you are feeling better,” 

“Sorry,” You brush your hand down his chest, “I’m sorry, no, you are, you’re doing everything right,” 

“Good,” He exhales in relief, “it all feels right in the moment, but I didn’t want that to be one sided,” 

“No,” You assure him, “go with your gut,” 

There’s a clatter in the kitchen and you turn slightly towards the noise. Yunho’s hands tighten and then relax on you and he nudges you gently, “Still okay?” 

“Mhm,” You clear your throat, “my chest feels a little tight,” 

“Without Mingi?” He questions, stroking the gland in your throat to help calm you down. 

“Yeah,” You give him a soft smile, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?” 

“Helped an omega through heat?” He asks, still stroking your throat, “I’m sure,” 

“I’m surprised,” You confess. 

“Mm,” He shrugs, “I mean, I’ve been with omegas, but they’ve all been on suppressants and I guess… I don’t know, I just never found the right person,” 

Your brows draw together, “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve dated plenty,” He shrugs, a little sheepishly, “I just haven’t found the right person to stay with, and heat always seemed like something you’d share with, you know, the right person,” 

“You’re a romantic,” You chuckle softly, “heat’s always been a thing to get through for me,” 

“I can see why,” He nods, “and I don’t know, maybe I am?” 

You tuck yourself further under the blanket with him and adjust so that you can talk better eye to eye, “Do you want kids?” 

“Someday,” He answers without hesitation or discomfort, not like so many of the men you had dated or slept with who panic backstep from that question like you’re telling them you were already pregnant. 

“Family’s important to you,” You surmise.

“Very much so,” He smiles, “I’m really close with my parents and my brother,” 

“That’s nice,” You tell him softly, and you find yourself loving the way his eyes light up when he talks about them. 

“Do you?” He asks suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Do I, what?” 

“Want kids,” 

Your gut twists at the words,  your biology responding to the idea of an alpha talking about babies, but you sigh and tell the truth, “I don’t know yet,” 

“Really?” He quirks a brow.

“Yes, really,” A flare of annoyance flutters through you, at the idea of yet another alpha dismissing your opinion on children, but his next words disarm you entirely. 

“That’s good,” He says with ease, “it’s honest. Not everyone knows, especially at our age.”

“Exactly,” 

“If you ever do,” He offers with a smile, his hand stroking your spine slowly, “I think you’d make a good parent. You’re always taking care of everyone at the studio and checking up on them, and I know you’re working like crazy but you don’t let the stress show,” 

“Oh,” 

“If,” He clarifies immediately, misreading your lack of response for some kind of reproach, “I just mean, you’re a good person, and you take good care of your friends, that’s all,” 

“Thank you,” You reach for him, bringing him back from his word vomit attempt at a back pedal apology, “that’s probably one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me,” 

His mouth slips shut, the rest of his words dying in the negative space between you and he sighs in relief. 

Another sound erupts in the kitchen and you hear Mingi curse quietly, and you dip your face into Yunho’s chest to bury your laugh. 

“He’s fine,” Yunho laughs with you, “he has a habit of burning things,” 

“I thought he was the cook,” You smile. 

“Oh, he is,” Yunho snuggles closer to you, “I have about three things in my rotation before I start producing hazardous waste,” 

“Cute,” You murmur. 

He holds you a little longer and you keep listening to the sound of Mingi in the kitchen. With Yunho’s arms around you, you start to wonder who that perfect person would be, the girl who would have taken his heart and drawn him in enough for more than a few dates. 

“Yunho,” You murmur up to him. 

“Hmm?” 

“If sharing heat is so special,” You find yourself asking, “why did you ask me to come home with you?” 

“I don’t know,” He answers honestly, “but I saw you there and something in my brain clicked, I knew I needed to keep you safe,” 

“Have you ever seen an omega in heat before?” You ask. 

“No,” He admits, “not an unmated omega at least,” 

“The biology is intense,” You comment, feeling a subtle twinge in your back that makes you shift your hips. 

“No kidding,” 

“Is it alright that I’m here?” You murmur, words quiet. You know there’s no way you can take him telling you no, not at this point in your heat, but you also have to ask. 

“More than alright,” He brushes off your anxiety with ease and holds you close, “don’t think like that,” 

Another ache in your back lights up and you shift positions again. 

“Are you hurting?” His hand slips over your hip. 

“Yeah,” You sigh honestly, “Mingi’s right, I’m peaking fast,” 

“We’ll take care of you,” He soothes, “don’t worry,” 

“I know,” 

“Hey,” Mingi’s voice makes you jump and you turn to see him re-enter the room, a tray of food in his hands, “you’re still awake,” 

The tight cord wrapped around your chest releases immediately at the sight of him and Yunho smiles as he feels the rest of your tightly locked muscles relax in his hands. 

“I’m starving,” Yunho shifts up in the bed and brings you with him so that you’re both in a sitting position. 

“There’s plenty,” Mingi smiles, plopping the tray down on Yunho’s lap before climbing back over you both to take up his post on your left side. 

“Can you eat?” Yunho drags the tray over both your thighs. 

“A little,” You nod, “and then maybe some sleep?” 

“You want to try to nap?” Mingi brushes your hair with his fingers. 

“I don’t know what’s better,” You admit, reaching for a dish of rice, “that might make it worse,” 

“Napping never makes anything worse,” Mingi shakes his head, “tuck in and then we’ll try and get as much sleep as your body will let us,” 

You agree, even though at first you’re not sure if you can settle down enough to sleep. It isn’t until your second bowl of rice and warm broth that your eyes start to feel heavy, your brain sluggish and slow. You know you’re starting to peak properly now, heading into the thick of the fog where anything your body wants you’ll beg to get, but that conscious thought starts to fade away. Despite the throb between your thighs, you’re mostly sated for the moment, full of food and surrounded by them. You blink slowly, trying to make sense of Mingi’s words as he takes the tray of food off your lap and shifts it to the side. 

Your body feels like it’s floating a little as Yunho eases you down into the bedding. 

The warm glow from the bedside table lamps disappears. 

You melt into the mattress beneath you, the taste of chocolate on the tip of your tongue. 

For now, you sleep.

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

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 8,054

Warnings: Blood mentioned. Threats. Depictions of a panic attack near the end. 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: Here it is!! The next part which turned out much longer than I anticipated!! I’m super happy with how it turned out, and where I ended it, so I really hop you like it, too!! We’ve got some relationships progressing this chapter, so yay!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Mini Masterlist

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