Hongjoong X Chubby Reader - Tumblr Posts
♰ Pairing: yandere!demon!hongjoong x chubby!demon/human hybrid!reader x yandere!demon!seonghwa
♰ Genre: supernatural au/horror/angst
♰ Summary: You flee hell for the human realm, desperate to rediscover your humanity after decades of underworld depravity. But your demon lovers, far from pleased with what you've done, aren't willing to let you slip away so easily.
♰ Word Count: 949
♰ Warnings: Possessive/obsessed demon Hwa & Joong. They're like truly obsessed. Totally lovesick and devious af. That's the only warning though.
♰ A/N: As the title says, darlings, this is a multi chapter fic with a short lil intro chapter because, well, it's been rotting in my drafts and posting this is my way of forcing myself to actually keep working on it. The other chapters will totally be longer though and we're for sure headed into smut/heavy kink territory from here.
“My little cambion,” Hongjoong hums, his voice sweet and rich like honey, “How we’ve missed you.”
Les enfants des démons, the children of demons, as 19th century occultists called you, are meant to be frightful, hideous creatures but you are far from it. Dreaming away with your head nestled comfortably in the lap of your demon lover, you’re enchanting in every sense of the word. Your beauty’s a creation hell never knew itself capable of. “The angels…” Hongjoong always says, “Even they envy it.”
He longs to awaken you, to lift the sleeping spell and once more feel the rush of being the object of your affections for even a fleeting second. Do you still feel affection for him? You fled the underworld with such ease, leaving behind only a brief letter explaining that you were in search of something hell could never offer. How could you be so sure?
The lover of two high ranking demons can have whatever she wants at the drop of a hat. They’d shift the sands of time itself to appease your most trivial desires. They’ve done it a thousand times before. What could the humans offer you that they can’t? Hongjoong’s blood boils like liquid fire, these unanswered questions reducing him to a seething pit of jealousy.
Moonlight peeks through the curtains into the darkness of your bedroom. It reflects in the lakes of obsidian Hongjoong calls eyes, illuminating the infinite sadness of being this close to his love yet so far away. “She’s been here too long” Seonghwa huffs, filing through the contents of your closet, “There’s no proper order to this. Pants mixed in with shirts. Dresses barely on hangers. And the wrinkles. No, this won’t do.”
Seonghwa has always been the orderly one, even more so at times like these when he’s struggling to regulate his emotions. Back home—your rightful home as far as he’s concerned—you have a single closet for everything. Dresses crafted by history’s finest designers, sewn by its most talented seamstresses. Pants tailored to perfectly compliment the fullness of your figure, day by day if need be. Every Parisian necklace and diamond encrusted ring has its place. 30 days you’ve been here, tomorrow marks a month, and you’ve already succumbed to these filthy human ways.
“Touch nothing of hers” Hongjoong forbids, razor sharp nails tracing your soft features. Seonghwa pauses, already in the process of sorting your things, “Do you not want to make sure she’s taken care of? If she’s to stay here—” “She won’t!” Hongjoong snaps, his rage bubbling to the surface at the thought. This temporary loss of control eases his hold over you and you shift in his lap.
“Ssh” he coos, waving a hand across your face and plunging you back into the sweetest of dreams. Seonghwa snatches one of your sweaters free of its hanger, brushing it against his cheek as he inhales the faint scent of you lingering on the fabric. The air around him has been so dull, his heightened senses useless without it.
“But if she chooses to stay in the realm of her father” Seonghwa persists, “What then?” Hongjoong’s sits with the possibility, a sinister smile creeping across his face when the obvious answer sets in. Your body levitates a few inches above the bed, your sleep undisturbed, and he rises to his feet. With a simple flick of his wrist you’re back under the blankets just as he found you. “If she chooses this world” he laughs to himself, “We’ll burn it. Now it’s time to go. It isn’t safe for me to hold her any longer.”
Hongjoong faces the wall nearest to your bed, slicing an X into it with the tip of his nails. They cut through like butter, the paint peeling back like the pages of a burning book to reveal a portal. Seonghwa approaches your bed from the other side, your sweater clung to his chest, and plants the lightest kiss on your lips. His nose brushes the side of your cheek as he kisses his way up to your ear. “Gotten good at playing dead, have we?” he whispers, tucking the sweater by your side.
You fight to keep your body from reacting. A resting heart rate. Steady breaths. An expression of pure serenity. But Seonghwa’s not easily fooled. He’s the one who taught you this trick afterall. Seonghwa sighs, kissing you one last time, “I’ll leave you but my patience wears thin. Don’t make us come back for you, babydoll.” Refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crack, you remain still as Hongjoong calls Seonghwa to depart with him, only moving when you feel the intensity of their presence dissipate.
Sitting up in bed you look around to find that you are indeed alone. A part of your heart breaks at the realization. To be surrounded by their love is to exist at the highest point of pleasure. It’s the feeling of teetering on the cusp of orgasm at all times and it’s addictive. The taste of Seonghwa on your lips hits you like a shot of adrenaline. Your body tingles as if small electric shocks were dancing across the surface of your skin.
You want more—you need it—but when you have it you lose touch with the very thing you crossed realms to retrieve. Your humanity. Easing back down into bed, memories flash in your mind of the horrors you’ve committed together. Endless nights of pleasure fueled by the souls you’ve devoured. You push it to the back of your mind, desperate to ignore how sinfully arousing it is.
That isn’t who you are anymore. You’ve turned a new leaf. You’re a new woman now.
Aren’t you?