Rose Gold Silk

Rose Gold Silk

Fashion designer!Hongjoong x assistant reader

Warning: Snuggly and fluffy

"Just a little bit more to the left, darling~" Your boss instructed with a thoughtful hum. You did as told and felt your cheeks flush when his hand softly stops you when you reach the exact position that he wanted you in.

"Right there, perfect~" He replied elegantly as he continued to make alterations to your dress.

"I just love dressing you up, my darling Y/N~" He purrs excitedly as his hands steadily stitch along a seam to tailor the dress to your form.

"Thank you, Hongjoongie." You replied softly in a barely audible voice. It was a great honor to be dressed by your employer and being doted upon like this made you feel loved in a way that you couldn't explain.

Your eyes were trained directly on the mirror that you stood before. Eyes filled with wonder at the layers of rose gold silk cascading down your body in an ethereal waterfall of fabric.

Your eyes became fixated on Hongjoong's toiling hands. The precision of his stitches amazed you and the way that he worked so fast and efficiently always boggled your mind.

"Tu es si belle~" His softly cooing voice jarred your fixated gaze from his busy hands. Another blush colored your cheeks when you recalled the English translation was "You are so beautiful~"

"Thank you, you're beautiful too." You uttered quietly and looked away from the reflection of your burning red face.

"Hush~" He reprimanded softly out of shyness and moved on to change the subject. "I honestly can't decide which piece is my favorite from this collection when you wear it. I love them all when you wear them, darling~" He smiles proudly at you and ties off the thread securely so that his seam would not ravel.

"I love all of your works, Hongjoongie." You smile at him with unconcealed admiration filling your eyes.

"Thank you, my sweet darling~" He smiles brightly with a hint of playfulness that made your heart flutter.

You gasp gently when he leans in and rests his forehead against your own while a million beautiful stars seemed to glitter within his dark orbs. You couldn't quite get used to him in high heels and being able to match your height but it made you feel warm inside to be able to look into his eyes like this.

"Come here, doll~ I want to hold you in my arms~" He walked away in a sophisticated manner. His elegance made your heart do a strange dance whilst unaware of your own footsteps that made their way to the couch where he sat down.

"Thank you, my dear~" He purred as you sat down and instinctively hugged him. The texture of his clothing embodied the richness of his voice and the warmth that you found peace in.

It was moments like now that you were able to forget that you were an assistant for one of the most ambitious and daring designers of the present day fashion world.

He always smelled impeccable and you felt yourself drifting into a dreamland of sorts. Or maybe it was just another dimension altogether. One that you and him could share. Whatever it was was the most perfect dream that you could ever imagine.

"This is perfect." You whisper contentedly as his hands thread through your locks with care. "We are perfect together." The smile in his voice was evident and you felt a wave of happiness surge within your heart.

His perfect hands smooth down the soft silk that you wore. Ensuring that all of the details of the dress were in place and making you feel safe in his hold.

"I don't want to mess it up. This one is special because I'm holding you while in it." You mumble sheepishly.

"I doubt that you could mess it up. You always treat my designs with so much care, darling~ Besides, I would have an excuse to spoil you with a new piece~" He smiles appreciatively and gently tucks your hair behind your ear.

"I can't wait to get some more clothes prepared for you to try on!" Hongjoong's voice was bright and energetic. Sending a feeling of contagious excitement through your body.

"I can't wait also." You nod with a smile as your eyes danced like twinkling stars glittering in the night sky.

"You must be so, so tired darling~ All of those dresses that you tried on..." He trailed off while a pout grew on his face.

"I loved every minute of it!" You reassure softly and smile at him warmly.

Your own smile prompted his own worries to melt away and he snuggled you close gleefully. Both of you were happy together and filled with love for each other.

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

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Small focus on Wooyoung & San)

Words: 4,238

Warnings: Minor violence. Like, really minor. 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: So, this chapter isn’t as Ateez packed as you may think, but it sets up some plot relevance which will be explored later on. Jongho is also gonna make a reappearance next chapter with the OC in person ehehe, so I hope you’ll all look forward to that! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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Pool party.

Summary: You visit the hotel pool with your boyfriends, expecting a relaxing end of your day. Turns out you were totally wrong about the relaxing part.

Word count: 1.8k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x female!reader, San x female!reader

Warnings: pool sex, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, cum, unprotected sex, begging, this is just really filthy (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: I’m supposed to be working on my requests rn but I couldn’t help it. If you have a complaint, direct it to San. I’m not sorry (ok maybe a little but i beg yall to be patient with me haha) SUFFER. Tagging @hwaightme @legohwa @hoshischeekss @yeosangsbiceps and @shinestarhwaa for this one. Die with me.

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Finishing the day off at the hotel’s pool? Sounded like a relaxing idea. So when your boyfriends asked you to join them, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was pretty late already and all of you were exhausted so you were sure it would be uneventful. But you were so wrong.

Pretty soon after you had arrived at the pool, everyone was minding their own business. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho made themselves comfortable on the pool loungers, Wooyoung and Yeosang were off the get some drinks and the rest, including you, slid into the pool.

The water was warm and since the pool was on the rooftop, the view was amazing. You rested your arms on the edge of the pool dreamingly staring into the night. You could hear Yunho and Mingi play fighting in the water behind you and Seonghwa’s calm voice as he talked to Hongjoong. A deep breath escaped your mouth as your body relaxed. It had been a while since all 9 of you could spend time together like this.

You laid your head onto your arms and closed your eyes when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist. You gasped, surprised by the sudden touch, making the man behind you giggle. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you Y/n.” San’s deep voice caused goosebumps all over your body. You let out a relieved sigh as you felt a soft kiss on your shoulder. You smiled lovingly as you turned around to face him but you didn’t expect the way he was looking at you. You had thought that he just wanted some cuddles, like most of the time, but his glance was different.

“San what-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you into a close hug, pressing his whole body tightly against yours. You inhaled sharply as you felt exactly why he was looking at you like that. You immediately wrapped your legs around him, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/n but this swimsuit makes you look like a goddess. And I bet I’m not the only one who noticed that.” He murmured against your neck. You could feel his shaking breath against your skin as you pressed him closer by tightening your legs around him. 

“Sorry for what?” Your cheeks were heating up. You knew that playing dumb would make this situation even worse but you couldn’t help it. You looked up from his shoulder to see Mingi swimming just a few meters away from you, obviously having no clue what was going on. You felt this familiar tingle in your belly which was slowly making its way between your legs, exactly where San’s bulge was pressed against. 

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your fingers nervously playing with the clasp of the fragile necklace he was wearing. 

“Oh Y/n don’t make me say it.” He responded harshly, pushing his hips forward. You whined into his skin as you felt one of his hands move down, fiddling with his swimming trunks. 

“Let’s see how long it will take until they notice.” He whispered into your ear while he rubbed his shaft against your crotch. Even though the fabric of your swimsuit was stopping him from directly touching you, it was driving you crazy. You were dripping wet already and it wasn’t from the water around you. 

To the outside it looked like San was just getting his usual cuddles but in reality you were shaking, trying not to make a noise as he rubbed his hardness against your clothed clit. 

“Please San…” You cried out quietly, making him chuckle deeply. You wanted to feel him inside of you. Wanted him to fill you up to the brim while you were surrounded by your clueless loved ones. Keeping it secret because you knew that if they noticed, it would turn into something even dirtier. You were glad enough that it was only the nine of you at the pool and no stranger was there to witness what might happen.

“Please what angel? I thought you didn’t know what I meant?” His back was turned to the others and your bottom halves were deep under the surface of the water. Otherwise the others would have already noticed the suspicious movement of San’s hips against yours. You pushed away from him slightly. 

Your hands wandered down his shoulders, over his chest, to his abs. San absorbed your every move, ignoring the sensation that was sent through his body by your touch. 

“Like what you see?” He growled, leaning in closer. He knew that he couldn’t kiss you. It would be too suspicious or well, it would cause the others to get curious. Instead he gently nibbled on your neck, knowing he would definitely be leaving a mark. 

He was driving you crazy. You wanted to moan out loud, wanted to beg for him to finally fuck you but you couldn’t. Your lips were pressed on each other firmly. Look normal, look normal, look normal. You thought while San pushed your swimsuit aside, one of his fingers disappearing between your warm folds.  

“Stay quiet angel.. we don’t want to be interrupted, do we?” You nodded firmly as another finger of his entered your warmth. You whined, a bit too loud, and immediately looked up in panic. But nobody seemed to notice. At least that’s what you thought until you met Yunho’s eyes. You cursed quietly. Everyone else was oblivious. Mingi was at the other side of the pool where Wooyoung and Yeosang were sitting with drinks in their hands and the other three were still sitting on the pool loungers. Only Yunho had separated himself from the group, now sitting in the corner opposite you, one hand on the edge of the pool, the other underwater. 

“What’s wrong?” San asked carefully removing his fingers from your entrance. 

“We have an audience.” You whispered into his ear, still keeping eye contact with Yunho. San giggled, stroking his own dick and pressing his tip against your clit. “Who is it?” He asked, preparing himself to glide deeper and fill you up. 

“Yunho.” You murmured, making sure that Yunho could read your lips. Making sure that he knew that you knew. “Well then… How about we give him a little show, angel?” San groaned before pushing his hips forward. You hissed as he slid against your walls, stretching you out. 

“San-ahhh..” Your legs were holding on to his hips tightly as he slowly started to move. And all of that happened without you breaking eye contact with Yunho. And the closer you watched him, the more obvious it became that his hand was not only underwater but inside of his trunks, moving up and down. 

“Does he like it?” San’s voice was breathy as he pumped into you. “Does he like watching as I fuck your tight little pussy?” His voice was low and filled with pure desire as his hands wandered higher, now caressing your breasts. His broad body was covering you almost completely but it was still visible that something had changed. If someone watched you closer it would be pretty obvious what you were doing now. But he didn’t care anymore.

It was his favorite poison. Feeling the stares and the jealousy on his back. Knowing that he had what everyone in the room wanted. “I bet he is stroking his big dick watching me fuck you dumb huh? Wishing it was him that was buried inside your throbbing cunt?” You threw your head back, whining as he picked up the speed. 

“San.. they are going to hear you..” You cried out as one of his hands slid down to harshly rub your clit. 

“So what? Don’t you think they enjoy watching? Like Yunho?” You had a hard time opening your eyes, your body overwhelmed with pleasure, but when you finally managed to, you choked on your own breath. It was not only one pair of eyes watching you now, it was seven. 

No need to hold back anymore.

“San please… harder!” You moaned out loud, causing their eyes to glow with this dangerous desire. You smirked satisfiedly.

“As you wish, my angel.” San smirked back at you. “I will make sure you’re prepared for what's to come after I’m done with you.” He grunted as he rammed his dick inside of you as hard as the water was allowing him to. And that’s when you locked eyes with Yunho again. He had moved out of the water, now sitting on the edge of the pool, displayed for everyone to see. 

He had pulled his dick out of his trunks and was stroking it vigorously. Sweat was running down his forehead while he panted loudly. Yunho loved being watched just as much as San did. One reason why either of them was usually the one to initiate it. 

Your attention was brought back to San by him growling at you. “Attention to me angel.”

You whined. All of this was too much for you. Feeling all those eyes on you while San’s dick was hitting all the right places put you close to the edge. You were clenching around him uncontrollably as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

“Please San.. make me cum. Show them how much of a whore I am, letting you fuck me right beside them..” You said, knowing exactly which buttons to press to make them go crazy. 

San was panting heavily, one from the exhaustion and two from his approaching orgasm. “Of course my angel. But don’t think it will be the last time that you’ve cum tonight.” He said, adjusting the speed of his fingers on your clit to his thrusts. And that’s what did it. 

With the next thrust, your body began to shake. Your whole body was tensing up before you saw stars. You were completely knocked out by the wave of pleasure that was hitting you, losing control over your body completely.

The next thing you felt was San gently pulling out of you. Multiple seconds must have passed because you felt his cum inside of you but didn’t remember to feel him cumming. When you looked around, still not grasping what just happened, you found Yunho lying on his back, covered in his own cum. 

San was holding you close, carrying you out of the pool after fixing his and your swimwear. 

“Are you back angel?” You nodded, your mind still foggy. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before placing you on one of the pool loungers. 

“Good because this isn’t over yet.”

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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.

[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

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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…”

—-

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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{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.

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