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dewdrops at dawn

pairing: poly!ateez x fem!reader (ot8 x reader) [demon!au]

warnings: minors dni!! socially anxious reader, reader is implied to be neurodivergent but it’s never explicitly said, mentions of body insecurity, chubby reader, being followed, drunk assholes, cursing, demons, soulmates, reincarnation, blood, death, heavy suggestive content, mentions of angels being dicks (idk there’s a bit of angel slander but it’s just for plot purposes), a little gore, angst then lots of fluff, heavy sexual themes but no actual smut (again, minors please dni!!) (also, all suggestive content is 100% consensual, the reader just tries to evade their advances to continue their teasing), also the reader is mentioned to be some kind of atheist/not religious 

word count: 17.2k

a/n: nooo the boys’ demon forms are totally not based on the obey me characters at all, why would you even ask that /j lol welcome to another monster fic!! I’ve been writing this one in between like the moon and finally had the motivation to finish it! I hope y’all enjoy this one!! <3 

There’s an ache in your chest. 

It’s not stinging or painful, by any means - just an ache. The dull throb is usually easily ignored in most circumstances, with a shrug of the shoulders or a heavy breath. The pain is never enough to worry your already addled mind. It lingers constantly, not sated by any human means. 

You don’t know how to describe it to those who ask. The pain isn’t sharp, and it’s certainly not excruciating. It’s simply empty. That’s the only way you’ve learned to describe it. It’s a hole in your chest, aching to be filled - by what, you’re not quite sure. All you know is the ache feels null, like a void longing to be filled, or a chasm waiting to be crossed. There’s emptiness that cannot be filled no matter how hard you try. 

Some days are better than others. On these, you can manage your day quite splendidly; going about your daily tasks does not pose a challenge. Getting up in the morning was not as difficult of a challenge, nor was dragging yourself to university classes.

On other days, you can barely bring yourself to leave the bed. The emptiness drags a pit into your stomach and you can feel nothing but the ache that longs to be filled. You have yet to discover what you’re searching for, but you long for the day the empty pain is filled. 

Your friends, however, have an interesting way of comforting you. 

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.·:¨༺ ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟༻¨:·.

.·:*¨༺ 18+ Minors DNI! Warnings Below The Break ༻¨*:·.

Pairings: poly!ateez x female!reader ♡

Genre: smut w/ an itty bitty drop of plot ♡

Summary: Reuniting with the guys for dinner at your place turns out to be less about the food and more about getting them undressed and into your bedroom...and living room...and kitchen ♡

Word Count: 3.6k-ish (or less depending on who you choose to hook up with♡)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), rough sex, choking, creampies, strong language, facials, scratching, biting, anal play, pet names (good girl, etc), fingering, & lmk if anything is missed ♡

A/N: In the intro the guys are split into three groups. 1. The Twins (Mingi & Yunho) 2. Two Demons & an Angel (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, & Yeosang) 3. The Lovers & the Bear (WooSan & Jongho). So you can technically mess around with one group or every group depending on if you want to read more or less. I'm still super new to this so I hope you guys like it ♡

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟༻¨:·.

Sitting at the dinner table, you soaked in the absolute pleasure that was having your boys all together in one place again. You didn’t mind the waste they’d laid to your beautifully arranged meal or the unnecessary bickering that inevitably went on between them. You lived for all of it, even the chaotic parts. Admiring their presence inevitably turned into admiring their looks. Was ignoring that aspect ever an option? Dressed in perfectly tailored suits, they were, each in their own unique way, handsome beyond words. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long which should’ve never been a concern. Their gaze lingered on you. Every time you turned away a set of eyes were admiring the way the satin fabric of your dress fell low into your cleavage. 

They were calculating how many inches above the knee the hem of your dress was. Jongho guessed about 14, Mingi guessed 15, and Hongjoong told them both to grow up. An alarm buzzed on your phone. Picking it up from the table, you swiped the alert way and noticed the time. 9:00pm on the dot. The others checked their phones, this new awareness of the time shifting the energy in the room to something more serious. Mingi took it upon himself to break the ice. Raising his dinner plate, he read the bottom, “One”. Refusing to wait to find out how he compared to Mingi, Yunho tilted his plate up and smiled. “Me too!” The two best friends tried but failed to hide their excitement at having matched with each other.

No complaints were made by anyone else about which group they landed in. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang were all twos while Woo, San, and Jongho were all threes. Alright, so Jongho was a tad bit agitated at ever being third in anything. He was more fun agitated though. That was sorta the point. “Alright, so…” you started, standing up to fix your dress. You never got to finish because you were thrown over Mingi’s shoulder before you could say another word. Patting you on the ass, he charted a course towards your bedroom. “See you later gentlemen. Make yourselves useful. Do the dishes or something” Yunho teased, dodging a flying dinner roll as he followed Mingi up the stairs.

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤༻¨:·.

Mingi’s tongue was down your throat before you hit the bed. “Uh, Mingi. I kinda need to breathe” you laughed, not really wanting your lips to part. Mingi pulled his glasses off and tossed them to the floor, “Breathing’s overrated”. Mingi disappeared between your legs, his hands already pulling your panties down. Yunho’s lips filled the emptiness that Mingi’s left behind, his tongue lashing at yours like he needed to taste what you had for dinner. Clothing was being shed so quickly that you couldn’t tell one shirt flying across the room from another. What you did know was that your dress was gathered around your waist now. Pulled down by Yunho to grant his large hands access to massage your breasts and pushed up by Mingi to expose your core, it was little more than a belt now. 

You felt a sting chased by overwhelming pleasure when Yunho pinched your stuff buds between his fingers. You whined into his mouth, only encouraging him to do it harder and he did. “Does my good girl like that?” Yunho growled, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. Mingi drug two fingers through your folds, teasing the moisture already gathered at your slit. “I think she does. She’s so wet already. Aren’t you?” Mingi taunted, dipping his fingers into your warmth. He curled them, working them in and out to hear the sweet sounds of your juices gushing out of you. Feeling your rapid, needy moans reverberate off of his cheeks made it impossible to ignore the arousal pressing against his boxers. “Open up for me” Yunho cooed, his thumb guiding your lips apart to make the perfect O shape. 

Mingi drove his fingers deeper into your core, the pressure so intense it made it difficult to keep your mouth open. Yunho hooked his thumb into your mouth, holding it open long enough to ease his cock between your lips. He fed you a few inches at a time. The vision of your pretty mouth struggling to take something so long...so thick...wasn’t something he wanted to rush. Mingi brushed his tongue over your clit, the excess spit from his mouth completely coating it. Just that one lick gave you goosebumps. Mingi wrapped an arm around your thigh, pinning you down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t run from me, pretty girl”. Shit. Why’d you have to be so weak in the knees for that man’s voice? Digging his fingers into the softness of your thighs, Mingi continued suckling your clit. 

Any little squeaks you let out were muffled by Yunho’s length taking up every ounce of free space in your mouth. Mingi’s fingers were slamming into you now causing your eyes to water in a way that almost made them sparkle. Yunho ran his fingers through your hair, mesmerized by how well you were taking so much stimulation at once. Your hips did everything to twist away from Mingi. It was too much. You couldn’t take it but at the same time, you were grateful that he was strong enough to keep you pinned down. Him stopping was the last thing you actually wanted. No, he had to keep going. You needed to feel him abusing your walls as he ate you out. It felt like the room was going dark on you. What the fuck was this? Were you dying? Not dying. Just… 

Yunho slipped out of your mouth in just enough time to paint your lips in his cum as you screamed your way through your high. Just as you began to quiet down, you felt Mingi’s length enter your wildly pulsing walls. “I forgot how tight you were'' he gasped, unprepared for how aggressively you’d clench around him. Mingi pumped his hips in and out at a steady pace. Occasionally pulling out until only the tip throbbed inside of you then slamming back in. Yunho leaned in to taste himself on your swollen lips, his fingers gliding down your chest...your stomach...until they were making circles around your clit. You held onto the sheets like you could rip them to shreds and braced yourself for your second orgasm. This one matched the first in intensity but was soothed by Mingi reaching his high at the same time, warming your aching walls with his fluids. 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤 & 𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 ༻¨:·.

An oversized t-shirt was all you could wear. No bra, no panties. Everything was still so sensitive. Even dragging yourself into the kitchen for a glass of water was a task. Either Mingi or Yunho would’ve been glad to get it for you but you needed to stretch your legs. “Hi” a sweet voice greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You turned to your right to find Seonghwa sitting on the counter, that innocent face of his lit up for reasons that were anything but. Yeosang stood next to him, scrolling through a phone that was shoved to the side when he laid eyes on you. You waved a dainty, cutesy wave that made them blush. Hongjoong, who’d been rifling through the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to you. 

“Thank you, Joongie '' you beamed, taking the biggest sip of water you ever had in your life and planting an ice-cold kiss on his cheek. His eyes locked on yours, he closed the fridge door to shrink the gap between your bodies. Hongjoong plucked the water bottle from your hand, filling his mouth with water before handing it back. His hands slid under your shirt, raising it just barely above your nipples. Taking notice of how you winced when the fabric brushed against your bud, he dipped it into the cool water pooling around his tongue. Using one hand to hold your shirt up a little higher, you let him ease the lingering heat Yunho left behind. When the water turned warm, Hongjoong stared up at you, his tongue still teasing your bud. 

“More” he demanded, tilting his head back. You poured enough water in his mouth to fill it halfway, barely breathing in anticipation of what was to come. Hongjoong lifted your thigh onto his shoulder, taking your cunt in his mouth. You inhaled sharply, placing one hand against the fridge  to keep you from falling over. “I’ve got you” Yeosang comforted you from behind, allowing you to lean your weight onto his chest. Yeosang rested his warm palms onto your breasts. You could feel him getting harder and harder against your ass each time your chest rose and fell in his grasp. “Oh fuck” you moaned, Joong’s tongue pushing deep inside of you. 

Hwa took his time coming over, carefully deciding which part of you he wanted for himself. He settled on your neck, stroking the smooth skin before wrapping his fingers around it. Initially, he applied minimal pressure but the more he watched you the tighter he held your neck. When his grip got tight enough he stole you away from the others and bent you over the counter. Hwa’s fingers eased into you three at once, stretching you in every direction. “Hwa---please”. His fingers hooked inside of you, “Please what?” You stuck your ass out, pushing back against him. “Fuck me. Please. Please”. Hwa undid his pants and teased his cock at your wet entrance. 

Seeing how needy you were for him to put it in already had precum leaking from his tip. Rubbing it into your slit, he sank into you with a hiss that was enough to tell you how good he felt. It was refreshing the way that Hwa filled you. His length still tested the limits of how much you could take but he wasn’t as thick as Mingi. A difference that gave him more room to drag himself against your walls, setting every single nerve ending on fire. “She’s so wet I can hear it” Yeosang sighed, “I want her”. Your walls clenched at air when Hwa pulled out. The perfect invitation for Yeosang whose thickness matched Mingi’s and had your eyes watering once again. “Mmm, so good” you mewled, getting wetter each time one claimed you with his cock. Being swapped back and forth between the two men made you feel special and filthy at the same time. Precisely what you wanted.

Hongjoong finally joined you, laying his head down beside yours on the counter. “You wanna cum, don’t you?” he mocked in an almost sympathetic tone. Unable to get your thoughts together you simply nodded. Hongjoong glanced over at Hwa, “Do it”. And just like that Hwa, the one who was always most sensitive to your feelings. The one who’d never hurt a fly, let alone you, fucked you like he wanted to tear you apart. Maybe he did. Those familiar knots in your stomach wound up until you were at the very edge of exploding. “Stop” Hongjoong sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear as if that did anything for the absolute wreck that you were. Hwa, who’d zoned out entirely, had to convince himself to stop.

When Hwa finally stopped, he wrapped his fingers around his length and stroked himself until you felt his cum dripping down your ass. You couldn’t believe he did that to you. You were so close to cumming. So fucking close. Hongjoong poked your bottom lip, you were pouting like a little brat. He loved when you got like this. “Oh my god. Mmmm '' you panted, overstimulated by Yeosang’s entrance into your warmth. His strokes were just as rough...just as unforgiving as Hwa’s. Your legs were turning to jello, and you weren’t sure how much longer your body would stay upright. Hongjoong knew you were at the edge again when your eyes squinted shut. You prayed that he wouldn’t make Yeosang stop. This wasn’t fair. It was torture.

Hongjoong stood back up, an evil grin spread across his face. He casually turned to Yeosang, “Stop”. Yeosang didn’t need to lay a hand on himself to finish. He’d already gotten so close that when he pulled out his arousal was already spilling into you. Dropping to your knees, walls still twitching, you propped your body up against the cabinets. Hongjoong leaned down, stroking your cheek. “I’m sorry princess. That was mean” he apologized, “Come here”. Hongjoong pulled you closer to him, kissing you like he’d spent the night taking you to prom instead of edging you to the point of insanity. Leaning back onto the floor, he lifted you onto his lap.

“Make yourself cum” he ordered, freeing the hardness in his pants to rub against your folds. Legs still weak, you lowered yourself down onto him. Hongjoong, like all of the others, couldn’t believe you were still this wet. How could you milk him like this after everything they did to you? This was hardly the best you’d ever ridden Hongjoong, you knew that. Your limbs were barely operational. Working your hips the way you’d like to wasn’t on the table anymore. That meant nothing to him. You were bouncing, rolling, grinding, giving him everything when you had nothing left. “Joongie '' you whined, “It’s...I’m...c-c”. Hongjoong grabbed your sides, an inch or two beneath your breasts, and pumped into you. You bit down on your lip, almost bit your tongue. One more flick of the hips and you were creaming around his shaft. You gushed so hard that it dripped down his balls. 

Letting you collapse onto his chest, Hongjoong’s pace became slower. His mission had been to push you beyond your limits and, now that he had, he could take his time with you. Cum in you, on you, whatever he decided. You were in the palm of his hand now. Cozying up to him, it never crossed your mind to fight it. Why would you? 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣༻¨:·.

“How long have they been at it?” you whispered, sneaking into the living room and curling up next to Jongho on the couch. Jongho’s face told you he’d throw tomatoes at them if he had any. He turned to you, softening a bit, “Too long”. On the opposite couch, Woo and San were an estimated 20 minutes into a makeout session. Jongho despised that he got matched with them. If he’d been with Mingi and Yunho it would’ve been different. But what exactly was he supposed to do while Woo and San did...this? If you had to be honest, the numbers weren’t random when it came to Woo and San. It was a silent rule that no one ever spoke about. You saw no reason to break the only couple amongst you apart. That and it was pretty fucking hot seeing them hook up with each other. You swept Jongho into a kiss, melting away the angsty disposition he held so dear. 

“Forget them. I’m here now, yeah?” Your hands wandered below his waist, undoing his pants and feeling around for the part of him that missed you the most. There it was. Impossible to miss. A half-hour break, another bottle of water, and a t-shirt change had done wonders for your stamina. So when you got down on your knees in front of him and swallowed him in one motion, you had perfect control over what you were doing. Jongho’s head fell back as your cheeks fluttered around his cock. He never knew what to do with his hands. Taking him by the wrists, you rested his hands on the back of your head. There was nothing better than when he told you...showed you what he wanted you to do. You teased his rim on the roof of your mouth. You could never forget how much he loved that. 

With your free hand, you worked his shaft up and down, twisting your wrist at just the right moment to make him twitch. Suddenly you were twitching, someone was stroking your clit from behind. “You didn’t say hello” Woo pouted, “That’s rude, isn’t it?” San stood over you, tickling the side of your neck for the sake of being annoying. “Very rude,” San agreed. Woo let out a disappointed sigh, soaking his thumb in his own spit before sticking it in your ass. You nearly choked on Jongho’s cock which was far enough down your throat to make that possible. Using his knees, Woo inched your thighs and slid himself into your center. Woo did this thing. This thing only he knew how to do. He’d put his thumb in your ass while he fucked you, stimulating that thin layer of skin between the two. It was scratching an itch you didn’t know you had before him. 

Woo pressed his thumb down, forcing your walls to tighten around him. At the other end of you, Jongho refused to pull out of your throat, his hand keeping your lips wrapped around his base. They were playing tug of war with your body. Every pitiful noise you made fueled their need to fuck your mouth...your ass...your throat. They may have been last but you’d remember them. You’d feel the stinging in the corner of your mouth from Jongho’s thickness. If anyone had you after Woo you’d feel what was missing. “Y//N, stay just like this for me” Jongho instructed, both hands now locked to the back of your head. He ground his hips into your throat, his body tensing up as his swollen tip pumped your stomach full of cum. Jongho kept you in that spot, your throat warming his length until he softened between your cheeks. 

Jongho dragged his body to the other end of the couch, basking in the sense of peace he got from fucking your throat raw. San sat down in Jongho’s place, his fingers already circling his tip. You held your tongue out and he swiped his precum down it, a few drops wetting your bottom lip. San stopped you before you could take him any further into your mouth. “I want you on my lap”. Woo released you, more than willing to let you fulfill San’s request. San helped you up to your feet and down onto his lap. His hips were already moving when he entered you. “San” your voice cracked when you moaned his name. “Hmm? Feels good, baby?” “Y-yes” you stuttered, falling back into his arms. Woo was up from the floor now and taking full advantage of your new position. 

Your mouth was full again, Woo guiding your head up and down his shaft. You may not have been able to see yourself but you were sure your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. There was nothing to see, no faces to make out. Only Woo in your throat and San in your core. Both men moved at a steady rhythm, alternating who got more of you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Feel the pressure in your lower stomach. Your head fell away from Woo’s cock as you begged San, “Fuck me harder”. You begged and begged. Begged while San pulled your hair so hard it stung. Begged while he thrust into you with everything he had. San bit down on your shoulder, feeling himself come undone in the heaven that was your body. 

San rushed to lay you on your back, keeping your weakened legs spread for Woo to take over again. Woo slipped back in before you had a chance to come back down. His lips kissing you all over. Your nails marking the back of his neck. Words were escaping you again. If anything you were mumbling made sense, you couldn’t tell. Your nails dug in deep enough to draw blood as your final orgasm of the night shivered through your system. “You feel so good, Y/N. Fuck” Woo praised, pulling out and rubbing his tip against your clit until it glistened with his arousal. 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕༻¨:·.

“What do you want me to sing?” Jongho asked, sitting beside the bathtub you were soaking in. He stuck a finger into the warm water, swirling the bubbles around. “Whatever you want” you responded softly, your voice strained from a rather active night. Yeosang sat on the back of the tub, freeing your hair of every tangle they managed to put in it. At the other end of the tub, Mingi was massaging your sore calves. Seonghwa poked his head into the bathroom, “Your tea’s coming. Just…” Woo and Yunho’s bickering in the kitchen interrupted his sentence and sent him racing back downstairs. Leaving them to their own devices to prepare a midnight snack was doomed from the start. San sped past the bathroom door carrying a new set of bedsheets in his hand. Behind him Hongjoong was rambling, the judgment in his tone making it obvious he didn’t agree with how San planned to make your bed. 

Jongho leaned over and pushed the bathroom door closed. Returning to your side, he began to sing you a song you never heard before. Something he remembered from a special time in his life and chose to share with you. It was, as always, beautiful, and the faint sounds of arguing in the other rooms of the house added a certain charm to it that you’d miss when they had to leave again.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘Ｆｌｏｗｅｒ𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

18+ Minors DNI! Warnings below the break

Summary: It's your birthday and your only wish is to spend time with your boyfriend. All eight of them, that is.

Genre: ⚘ smut ⚘

Pairings: ot8!boyfriend!ateez! x female!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), poly ateez x reader, anal sex, being handled a tad rough at times, bratty reader, & fingering

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Your silk robe was all that separated your bare ass from the mahogany dining table you were seated on. Aside from this robe, decorated with what you guessed were orchids, nothing hid your naked body from the rest of the world. Most importantly it revealed just enough to water the mouths of the 7 men gathered around the table. An 8th was positioned on his knees at the edge of the table. His face buried between your thighs, he kissed dangerously close to your warmth. Hongjoong wanted to taste you. Feeling you squirm beneath his tongue was his favorite thing to do on a day like this. He couldn’t though. Not until you let him. Today was your birthday. You were the queen. He was simply there to serve, they all were.

The other 7 were restless in their seats. Desperately attempting to ease the discomfort of their arousal pressing against their pants. They were desperate to slip their hands into their pants. Just 2 seconds of skin against skin would relieve the pressure. Fingers tangled in Hongjoong’s choppy blonde hair, you pulled him up to look at you. “You hungry?” He nodded, eyes scanning your naked form. “Yes”. You leaned back, propping yourself up with your arms, and opened your legs wider for him. “You can eat”. The sight of Hongjoong’s mouth latching onto your clit was the permission the others had been waiting for.

Breathing a sigh of relief, they unzipped their pants and started to stroke themselves. Wooyoung’s pace was slow, eyes closed and ears locked into the sound of you moaning. Yunho moved quicker, obsessed with the way your breasts looked as your chest rose and fell. Each flick of Hongjoong’s tongue sent electric shooting through your system. Laying down flat on your back, you locked eyes with the pink-haired man at the other end of the table. Hongjoong dipped two fingers into your slit, pressing in so deep your juices leaked around his fingers. You gasped, reveling in the fullness you felt.

Your body was twitching in ways that you couldn’t control. “Mingi, hold my hand” you pouted, an arm outstretched towards him. Mingi took your hand in his, continuing to stroke his precum-coated cock. The tighter you squeezed his hand, the louder you whimpered, and the harder it got for him not to cum. Your robe had fallen off to the sides now, all of you within arms reach of your lovers. Noticing San shivering, probably on the edge, you set out to redirect his attention elsewhere. Your smile was sweet when you questioned, “Kiss?” San’s face lit up as he leaned over the table and enveloped you in a sloppy kiss.

Every noise that came out of your mouth went into his. He groaned, sending them right back to you. You were playing ping pong with declarations of pleasure. Hongjoong replaced his fingers with his tongue now. Two kisses at once. Yeosang could watch you like this all day, edging himself until it was his turn with you. He never came, not once, unless he got to feel your walls tighten around him as he did it.

Pulling your head away from San, you eyed his still-exposed cock. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. San didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you what you wanted, letting you suck him into your mouth. He’d already felt himself teetering on the edge of cumming. This wasn’t helping. The way you handled his shaft, your free hand massaging his balls, had him gripping the table. He held on so tight he thought he might break it. He caught a glimpse of Joong pulling away from your clit…teasing the tip…diving into you again. The way your back arched, your nipples hardening.

Rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, he felt all of the remaining blood in his body rush to his tip. The inevitable eruption threw off his balance causing him to slip out of your mouth. You held him in place by his base, cum sprinkling in thick drops on your lips. You ran your tongue along your lips, making him want you even more. San kissed you ravenously this time. He could taste himself on you. How sweet. The second San pulled away for air, a strong hand gripped your jaw, turning you in the other direction. Face to face with an obviously agitated Jongho, you remained unphased.

Your entire body was on fire in the best way. His obvious jealousy only fueled it. “Can I help you?” you teased. Jongho loosened his grip on your jaw, only a little. “I can jerk off at home. I want you” he growled. The giggle that you let out in response wasn’t meant to mock him. He was just so cute when he got like this. Sitting back up, you guided Hongjoong’s head away from your cunt. He wiped you off of his chin, sucking you off of his fingers. You turned to Seonghwa who’d been sitting patiently, simply enjoying the experience of seeing you this way. “Hwa, I want you to fuck me”. That was a request you didn’t have to make twice. Swapping places with Hongjoong, Seonghwa smeared his tip in the wetness gathered between your folds.

Eyes rolling back as Seonghwa sunk into you, you turned back to Jongho. His ears were turning red. He looked like he could tear you apart. Good. “Come, lay down”. When you brought this table it hadn’t been for the express purpose of fucking on it. It simply turned out that it served that purpose perfectly. Pulling Seonghwa in for a kiss, you left Jongho to his task. Hwa was always so soft-spoken but when he fucked you? Well, he fucked you like he wanted to split you in two. Fingertips digging into your thighs, he craved the way you gripped him. “So good. So, so good” you moaned. Your praise made the waves of pleasure hit him even harder. Movement behind you reminded you of the request you’d made to Jongho.

Releasing Seonghwa from your grip, you crawled on top of Jongho who was spread out on the table now. Locking your lips onto his, you carefully lowered yourself down onto his swollen cock. He felt different than Hwa but not bad, just a little thicker. The stretch was satisfying. Your hips pressed into Jongho’s lap, and you poked our ass out a bit. A signal that Hwa knew well enough now. He climbed up onto the table, positioning himself behind you. The still-slick mixture of his precum and your juices made it easy for him to enter your ass. Your eyes shot open, overstimulated by taking two cocks at once. Both of your holes being stretched at once made your mind go blank.

No thoughts. Just the feeling of Seonghwa and Jongho taking turns dipping into you. Yunho held you by your hair, helping to keep you balanced while his friends fucked you stupid. Hongjoong had taken Hwa’s seat now. Hand on his cock, thumb stroking the head, his stomach was in knots. In your haze, you heard a chair stutter backward. Woo was cumming, thick white ropes coating his fingers. You knew it was him from the way he whimpered. You wished you could see him. Woo was pretty but so much prettier when he came. The mental picture flicked a switch in you. Your walls pulsated, the room spun, and you hit your high. With Hwa and Jongho still alternating in and out of you, in and out, it felt like you stayed at your peak for a second. When you came crashing down, you pressed into them.

Eyes watering, screaming your throat raw, you were perfection. So perfect that Jongho couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucking his hips, he indulged in the spasms you were having along his length. There was a comforting warmth to the way he painted your walls. You collapsed onto his chest, Hwa still working your other hole. Reaching his hand down, he splashed around in your cum soaked opening. “Fuck” he whispered, biting down on his bottom lip as he emptied himself into you. Pressing his chest against your back, he thrust into you until every drop of him was gone.

The three of you lay there, bodies intertwined, for what felt like forever. By the time they dragged themselves back to their seats, you had enough strength to sit up again. With Yunho’s help of course. Rolling over on your side, you drew him in closer to you. Yunho and Mingi exchanged a quick glance. A silent hope that the best friends might have you at once. Your puppy dog eyes stared up at Yunho, confirming that it was alright. You leaned forward, taking as much of Yunho into your throat as you could.

His body nearly folded. The way your mouth wrapped around him, lipstick smeared across your lips, it was everything he dreamt of. Legs still trembling from your orgasm, you felt Mingi plunge into your core from behind. Laying next to you, he kept an arm around your waist. Not to keep you in place, just to hold you. To feel you breathing…shaking…milking his cock. Mingi was the longest and thickest you had so far. Still dripping with the cum of two other men, being this full was maddening.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, Yunho fucked deeper into your throat. Drooling and gagging on his cock, you drank down the salty liquid that coated your throat when he finished. Your eyes were still closed when he pulled away, your head now resting on Mingi’s arm. Mingi leaned over, concerned at how exhausted you seemed. “Do you want me to stop?” “No” you whined, “Please, no”. Reaching his hand around to play with your clit, he did as you said. He kept feeding his cock into your core, grinding hard against your g-spot. The pressure inside of you was building back up again. You were sure if you came again you’d black out. It’d be worth it. “Harder” you whispered. His thrusts became harsh, unforgiving. Anything for you.

Your needy cries set him off without warning, a fresh load of cum flooding your body. Mingi pulled away, his cock still pumping out what couldn’t fit inside of you. You'd been full for so long now that your body hated the emptiness. Your walls clenched at air, needy for the presence of something. Yeosang came to your side, a bottle of water in hand. He helped you lift your head up enough to take a few sips. Lips pouty and arms outstretched, he spun you around so that your legs were dangling off the side of the table. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he positioned his arms under your thighs. Yeosang lifted you up, settling down in an empty chair. His shaft rested by your clit, the faint twitching of his cock tickling between your lips.

Your head nestled into Yeosang’s neck, you caught Hongjoong’s gaze. “Joongie”. Stopping himself even though he was close to release, he rushed to be next to you. “Where’s my Youngie?” you questioned, eyes scanning the only side of the room you could see. “Here” Woo answered, stroking your hair from the other side. You turned to him, running your fingers along the stiffness that had returned to him. Closing your eyes, you wrapped your tongue around the head of Woo’s cock. And then Joong’s. You leaned your head in further, slobbering on a few inches of Joong. And then did the same to Woo. You alternated back and forth, making sure both men got equal attention. When your mouth was sucking on one, your hand was working the other.

Underneath you, Yeosang was doing the work for you. He lifted you onto his cock, rolling you around in a circular motion. After everything you were still so tight and wet for him. He threw his head back, enjoying the way that you were drenching him. Your breaths were getting shallow again. Your muscles tightened like a tightly pulled rubber band. Joong came in your hand, splashing all over your sleeve as you kept pumping. You quickly switched back to him, sucking him clean until he went soft. When you went back to Woo, your cheeks were filled again. You choked a little, it was too much to take. Woo stumbled backward while Yeosang kissed your sticky lips.

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐀𝐭𝐳 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐭: Poly!Ateez x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluffy, polyamorous relationship, mention of insomnia

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐅𝐀𝐐: and hereessssss… my first post on tumblr that I really put thought into! Hurray! I hope whoever reads this has a lovely day/night♡︎

In you morning you don’t even use an alarm… because Jongho will always do you the pleasure of belting whatever song comes to mind to wake you up

When you ask Mingi to grab something off of a high shelf for you, he looks down at you with those big puppy dog eyes and says “you need me?”🥺

Seonghwa took the title of blanket boyfriend because he was always the one to throw himself over you like one

He gets pouty when anyone else does it and takes his well earned position

He gets pouty when anyone else does it and takes his well earned position

Hongjoong had made it a habit to have his hand resting on your knee whenever he sits next to you

You, San and Wooyoung are the official protect Yeosang squad who protect his cuteness and faint when he does something hot

When Yunho catches you staring at his hands he shoves them in your face and pushes you face back and starts singing ‘how you like that’

San went through a vampire phase and to this day he still bites you for no reason

WHEN YOU’RE SAD JONGHO PUTS ON A TEDDY BEAR COSTUME AND LETS YOU CUDDLE HIM FOR HOWEVER LONG YOU WANT

You don’t know what to wear out? Easy, just ask Hongjoong he’s literally already sitting in your room

When you guys play hide and seek Yeosang always hides in your closet. You don’t know why but he always says it’s because it’s so messy no one will look there

But it’s really bc he likes the way you smell

Doesn’t matter what hair type you have, Seonghwa can AND WILL braid your hair

He’ll watch hour long tutorials if he has too

You spend so much time with Yunho when your allergies are acting up he things you gave him your allergies

You two even sneeze in sync… it’s weird

San’s that bf that will sit in a pool with you for hours just so he has an excuse to grab your bikinied ass in public saying he’s ‘holding onto you so you don’t drown’

YOU AND MINGI DO MORNING STRETCHES TOGETHER EVERY MORNING BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR THE STUDIO🥺

Wooyoung has molded you into being his partner in crime and you cannot get out without him pouting

When Yeosang and Jongho find a book they think you’d like to read with them you all sit in your bed and read it together when you have time🥺

Yeosang blows out your birthday candles if you start taking to long

WHEN HONGJOONG STARTS FEELING POSSESSIVE HE SWITCHES YOU BODY WASH TO HIS SO YOU SMELL LIKE HIM AND ANYONE WHO’S NOT ONE OF YOUR BF’S WILL KNOW YOU’RE HIS

You and Mingi bought a pair of those magnetic rings so instead of holding hands in public you hold each other’s pinkie finger and let the rings stick to each

Yunho always asks for your opinion of his dance to a new choreo so he has always had an honest opinion

Someone once asked if Jongho was your body guard instead did your bf and now he takes great pride in that

You always walk arm in arm with him instead of hand in hand

When any of them are stressed you all get into a big cuddle pile and watch stupid comedy movies to lift their spirits

You and Seonghwa are the breakfast squad

Aka you’re the only ones allowed in the kitchen alone

Wooyoung bumps his hips into yours whenever you bend over so make you stumble, and if you actually fall he starts feeling bad and babies you the rest of the day

When you’re upset with him San will make his eyes go big and bring his voice up a few octaves to make you soft for him again and push his body against yours so you’ll give in and cuddle him

When you got out with Yungi, expect no one to approach you— not with these two mountains next to you

Instead of regular karaoke, you all have a competition to see who can sing the worst

And somehow Jongho always ends up winning

When Hongjoong first saw you he literally almost fell on his face from how pretty you were

And you choked on your yogurt when you first saw him because he was so freaking handsome

When you’re Insomnia decides it wants to rear it’s ugly head, Seonghwa is always there to lull you into a deep sleep and stays with you until you wake up

Wooyoung will do aegyo to make you pay attention to him, don’t think he won’t

You and Yeosang talk shit about anyone and everyone when you go out

Literally all you do is gossip with each other, people started thinking you were planning something when you’d suddenly stop when someone looked over at the two of you

Never go out alone with WooSan… you’ll always end up doing something stupid

And I say that bc the one time you did, you came back home with hair that was three different colors and a heart full of regret

SeongSang is your go two duo for when you wanna have a quiet night in and just watch dramas

Yunho is your literal therapist

He made a certificate and everything with the words ‘Y/n’s therapist’ written across it

Mingi is your ice cream buddy who will always be down to go out and buy ice cream with you whenever you want some

Jongho is your gummy bear, and he gets pouty whenever you give anyone else a nickname that has the word ‘gummy’ or ‘bear’ in them

When people first see you all out in public they think you’re a cult

When the talk of marriage pops up, they all start giving really bad arguments as to why you should take their last name

Seonghwa said because they last name Park just goes good with any name and when people think of play parks they’ll technically bde thinking of you (which was really disturbing)

Hongjoong said because Kim is really classy and it goes with your eyes (which almost made sense if he didn’t say the last part)

Yunho said because having his last name might make you taller (and out of spite you’re not taking his)

Yeosang said because K=Y and Y=you so you should take his (you never thought you’d hear something like that come out of his mouth)

San said because Choi rhymes with Boy and he was your favorite boy (which they all disagreed with and said it was them)

Mingi said because he asked very nicely (and it almost worked)

Wooyoung said because being a Jung made him the Ateez sexy guy and if you took his you could he sexy to (you were offended he didn’t think you were already sexy)

Jongho said because being a Choi made him and San good singers, so if you took his last name you could he a good singer too (you were very offended he didn’t think you were already going at singing)

After that, you just decided to keep your last name

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐀𝐭𝐳 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐭: Poly!Ateez x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluffy, polyamorous relationship, mention of insomnia

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐅𝐀𝐐: and hereessssss… my first post on tumblr that I really put thought into! Hurray! I hope whoever reads this has a lovely day/night♡︎

In you morning you don’t even use an alarm… because Jongho will always do you the pleasure of belting whatever song comes to mind to wake you up

When you ask Mingi to grab something off of a high shelf for you, he looks down at you with those big puppy dog eyes and says “you need me?”🥺

Seonghwa took the title of blanket boyfriend because he was always the one to throw himself over you like one

He gets pouty when anyone else does it and takes his well earned position

He gets pouty when anyone else does it and takes his well earned position

Hongjoong had made it a habit to have his hand resting on your knee whenever he sits next to you

You, San and Wooyoung are the official protect Yeosang squad who protect his cuteness and faint when he does something hot

When Yunho catches you staring at his hands he shoves them in your face and pushes you face back and starts singing ‘how you like that’

San went through a vampire phase and to this day he still bites you for no reason

WHEN YOU’RE SAD JONGHO PUTS ON A TEDDY BEAR COSTUME AND LETS YOU CUDDLE HIM FOR HOWEVER LONG YOU WANT

You don’t know what to wear out? Easy, just ask Hongjoong he’s literally already sitting in your room

When you guys play hide and seek Yeosang always hides in your closet. You don’t know why but he always says it’s because it’s so messy no one will look there

But it’s really bc he likes the way you smell

Doesn’t matter what hair type you have, Seonghwa can AND WILL braid your hair

He’ll watch hour long tutorials if he has too

You spend so much time with Yunho when your allergies are acting up he things you gave him your allergies

You two even sneeze in sync… it’s weird

San’s that bf that will sit in a pool with you for hours just so he has an excuse to grab your bikinied ass in public saying he’s ‘holding onto you so you don’t drown’

YOU AND MINGI DO MORNING STRETCHES TOGETHER EVERY MORNING BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR THE STUDIO🥺

Wooyoung has molded you into being his partner in crime and you cannot get out without him pouting

When Yeosang and Jongho find a book they think you’d like to read with them you all sit in your bed and read it together when you have time🥺

Yeosang blows out your birthday candles if you start taking to long

WHEN HONGJOONG STARTS FEELING POSSESSIVE HE SWITCHES YOU BODY WASH TO HIS SO YOU SMELL LIKE HIM AND ANYONE WHO’S NOT ONE OF YOUR BF’S WILL KNOW YOU’RE HIS

You and Mingi bought a pair of those magnetic rings so instead of holding hands in public you hold each other’s pinkie finger and let the rings stick to each

Yunho always asks for your opinion of his dance to a new choreo so he has always had an honest opinion

Someone once asked if Jongho was your body guard instead did your bf and now he takes great pride in that

You always walk arm in arm with him instead of hand in hand

When any of them are stressed you all get into a big cuddle pile and watch stupid comedy movies to lift their spirits

You and Seonghwa are the breakfast squad

Aka you’re the only ones allowed in the kitchen alone

Wooyoung bumps his hips into yours whenever you bend over so make you stumble, and if you actually fall he starts feeling bad and babies you the rest of the day

When you’re upset with him San will make his eyes go big and bring his voice up a few octaves to make you soft for him again and push his body against yours so you’ll give in and cuddle him

When you got out with Yungi, expect no one to approach you— not with these two mountains next to you

Instead of regular karaoke, you all have a competition to see who can sing the worst

And somehow Jongho always ends up winning

When Hongjoong first saw you he literally almost fell on his face from how pretty you were

And you choked on your yogurt when you first saw him because he was so freaking handsome

When you’re Insomnia decides it wants to rear it’s ugly head, Seonghwa is always there to lull you into a deep sleep and stays with you until you wake up

Wooyoung will do aegyo to make you pay attention to him, don’t think he won’t

You and Yeosang talk shit about anyone and everyone when you go out

Literally all you do is gossip with each other, people started thinking you were planning something when you’d suddenly stop when someone looked over at the two of you

Never go out alone with WooSan… you’ll always end up doing something stupid

And I say that bc the one time you did, you came back home with hair that was three different colors and a heart full of regret

SeongSang is your go two duo for when you wanna have a quiet night in and just watch dramas

Yunho is your literal therapist

He made a certificate and everything with the words ‘Y/n’s therapist’ written across it

Mingi is your ice cream buddy who will always be down to go out and buy ice cream with you whenever you want some

Jongho is your gummy bear, and he gets pouty whenever you give anyone else a nickname that has the word ‘gummy’ or ‘bear’ in them

When people first see you all out in public they think you’re a cult

When the talk of marriage pops up, they all start giving really bad arguments as to why you should take their last name

Seonghwa said because they last name Park just goes good with any name and when people think of play parks they’ll technically bde thinking of you (which was really disturbing)

Hongjoong said because Kim is really classy and it goes with your eyes (which almost made sense if he didn’t say the last part)

Yunho said because having his last name might make you taller (and out of spite you’re not taking his)

Yeosang said because K=Y and Y=you so you should take his (you never thought you’d hear something like that come out of his mouth)

San said because Choi rhymes with Boy and he was your favorite boy (which they all disagreed with and said it was them)

Mingi said because he asked very nicely (and it almost worked)

Wooyoung said because being a Jung made him the Ateez sexy guy and if you took his you could he sexy to (you were offended he didn’t think you were already sexy)

Jongho said because being a Choi made him and San good singers, so if you took his last name you could he a good singer too (you were very offended he didn’t think you were already going at singing)

After that, you just decided to keep your last name

dewdrops at dawn

pairing: poly!ateez x fem!reader (ot8 x reader) [demon!au]

warnings: minors dni!! socially anxious reader, reader is implied to be neurodivergent but it’s never explicitly said, mentions of body insecurity, chubby reader, being followed, drunk assholes, cursing, demons, soulmates, reincarnation, blood, death, heavy suggestive content, mentions of angels being dicks (idk there’s a bit of angel slander but it’s just for plot purposes), a little gore, angst then lots of fluff, heavy sexual themes but no actual smut (again, minors please dni!!) (also, all suggestive content is 100% consensual, the reader just tries to evade their advances to continue their teasing), also the reader is mentioned to be some kind of atheist/not religious 

word count: 17.2k

a/n: nooo the boys’ demon forms are totally not based on the obey me characters at all, why would you even ask that /j lol welcome to another monster fic!! I’ve been writing this one in between like the moon and finally had the motivation to finish it! I hope y’all enjoy this one!! <3 

There’s an ache in your chest. 

It’s not stinging or painful, by any means - just an ache. The dull throb is usually easily ignored in most circumstances, with a shrug of the shoulders or a heavy breath. The pain is never enough to worry your already addled mind. It lingers constantly, not sated by any human means. 

You don’t know how to describe it to those who ask. The pain isn’t sharp, and it’s certainly not excruciating. It’s simply empty. That’s the only way you’ve learned to describe it. It’s a hole in your chest, aching to be filled - by what, you’re not quite sure. All you know is the ache feels null, like a void longing to be filled, or a chasm waiting to be crossed. There’s emptiness that cannot be filled no matter how hard you try. 

Some days are better than others. On these, you can manage your day quite splendidly; going about your daily tasks does not pose a challenge. Getting up in the morning was not as difficult of a challenge, nor was dragging yourself to university classes.

On other days, you can barely bring yourself to leave the bed. The emptiness drags a pit into your stomach and you can feel nothing but the ache that longs to be filled. You have yet to discover what you’re searching for, but you long for the day the empty pain is filled. 

Your friends, however, have an interesting way of comforting you. 

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