Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader
Genre: romance, mystery, fantasy
Summary: In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain and confusion, you would also fall—this time, in love.
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Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader
AU: fantasy AU | stranger -> mates
Summary: A tragic accident left you unable to use your wings and, with that
Status: On-Going
Rating: NSFW (MDNI)
Contains: Smut, Different Kinks, smut with some plot
Pairings: roommates!ateez x female!reader / polyteez
Synopsis: You move into a mansion and become roommates with 8 handsome men who you get along with great. Nothing can possibly happen when 8 horny men live with a gorgeous girl. Right?
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➯a/n: written as fem reader but applies to gn reader as well !jongho is one of those people it's hard to get a read on but i'm like a kink metal detector atp ➯other members here <3
(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, headcanon / rant style
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not grammatically correct i'm just yappin, protected and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it xoxo), kink exploration and discovery, healthy discussion of consent and kinks (yipeee), breeding kink, rough and gentle sex, somnophilia, making out, strength kink + manhandling, maybe (?) corruption kink, dry humping
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❝CHOI JONGHO❞ is rough and passionate. he isn't a dom, but he isn't a sub. you and him are on an equal playing field and it works perfectly that way.
➾pet names include: honey, love, angel, and lots of endearing terms when you're all alone together. he likes to be called something personal, something related to an inside joke between the two of you or a fond memory.
➾jongho isn't completely clueless, but he doesn't know what he likes. not until he meets you, that is ! you feel so safe and you fall so in love that he feels comfortable exploring things with you. and you feel out what you both like and what you enjoy doing together quickly because he's very clear about his boundaries and encourages you to be the same way, promising he doesn't care if you make him stop because he wants for you too feel good as well <3
➾one thing he figures out fast, is that he likes things rough. likes to slam his hips into you so hard it knocks the breath right out of your lungs. every merciless pounding is perfectly calculated to hit you in all of those lovely spots that make your brain tingle. he loves it when you sit on his cock and swirl your hips ruthlessly while massaging your g-spot with his cock — it makes him all light headed and giddy ♡
➾king of manhandling ! he is a strong person and he uses his muscles in the bedroom. picks you up without hesitation whenever you say you want to try against-the-wall sex. quickly becomes one of his all time favorite positions: pinning your back to the wall, holding you up with his arms wrapped around your legs, hardly breaking a sweat until he starts fucking into you. he isn't above pulling you around in bed either, shoving your legs apart further or pulling your hips or tossing you into a new position so he can see your face while he cums. that's something almost non-negotiable, he wants to see you while he cums —
➾at first, he always wore condoms even though you're on contraceptives. just because he was used to it or as an extra precaution, maybe. but one time you were so worked up that you both completely forgot about it until he slipped his tip inside of you and paused — cause he didn't want to pull out and get one. cause you feel so fucking hot and soft and he can feel it all so much better. he stayed just like that, both of you staring down with slightly wide eyes and waiting for the other to make a move.
➾ 'fuck it, i love you' is what he said as he tilted your head up, kissing you with even more passion than usual as he slid his bare cock into you. and when he came inside of you for the first time and pulled out, watching his seed drip out of you — breeding kink smacked this man in the face so fucking hard. he was immediately hard again. he fucks you raw every time after that day, and he tells you why without shame because you have the kind of relationship where you tell each other everything. and when he tells you he doesn't want to wear condoms anymore because he loved the sight of his cum gushing out of you almost as much as he loved putting it there. so, if it's okay with you, maybe he can just breed you all the time now <3 breeding kink smacked you in the face so fucking hard.
➾along with discovering your breeding kink and loving being rough with each other; somnophilia comes into play. pretty far into your relationship, but it's there now nonetheless. he comes home late one night and sees how you've fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him and he falls even more in love and he wants to fuck you so bad — so he carries you to bed and tries to wake you up a bit. you're hardly awake enough to take in his words, but you smile sleepy and tell him he could have just fucked you awake. half joking, but it becomes fully true as he starts undressing your tired form with the intention of doing just that. soft at first as you fully wake up, moaning extra loud because your brain hasn't caught up, then he's fucking you just as hard as he does the rest of the time; making you cum so fast you don't know what's happening. it's an agreement made quickly that as long as you don't hurt each other and you only do it on nights where you don't need as much rest, you can always fuck one another awake ♡
➾soft sex with jongho isn't actually sex. it's dry humping. both of you fully dressed and grinding against each other like needy teenagers who are madly in love (and the latter half is undoubtedly true). kissing soft and meaningful, letting it be known silently how much you mean to one another until you both cum in your pants and breathe into each others mouths heavily.
➾aftercare is simply and sweet, holding each other close and catching your breath enough until you can hear his heartbeat in his chest as he cradles you to him <3
thinking about jongho and his big, fat cock. you can't take it the first time you try to have sex, no matter how eager and wet you are. it's just too big. and it won't fit in your mouth comfortably either, so you just end up jerking him off and getting your brain turned to mush as his perfectly slim fingers churn your insides.
something so big — no pun intended — won't stop jongho though. he's determined to feel your warm, wet walls gripping his cock and something as simple as "it won't fit" isn't going to stop him. he's promptly ordering a set of dildos in increasing girths, and he has the time of his life fucking them into your mouth and pussy. it takes a few long, semi painful, weeks until you're finally brave enough to move on to the real thing.
and god help your sweet soul, jongho gives you only enough time to breathe in after he's settled balls deep before he's pummeling into you, stretching you more than any toy could ever and making it feel more than perfect as he ruins your cunt for anyone else. you're filled to your limit and beyond, creaming on his girth and he swears that the clenching and spasming of your walls is going to take his soul. it's so tight and hot and wet, he cums within minutes — and then he's hard all over again upon seeing that he's got you so stretched out, the cum isn't even seeping out.
“With the dawn of a new day brings new light, new hope, and new possessions. Let us drown you in the fires of our passion until all you have left is us.”
wc: 1k, tags: angst; battlefield related topics such as: blood, injuries, death; established relationship; SFW
summary: in reality, being a hero isn't as noble as it sounds. it makes yeosang crave a more ordinary life, a more ordinary love.
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As Yeosang cradles your head in his lap he wonders when he last took the time to look at you. Not just a quick glance, but really look at you. He’ll have to do it more often from now on, once all of this is over. But even now, you’re beautiful, with your teary eyes and the wound on your temple. Even the grime on your cheeks couldn’t possibly hide away your beauty.
“Hey,” he whispers, as your eyes are closing, “don’t fall asleep on me.”
“Just for a moment,” you croak with a voice so brittle it barely sounds like your own. Yeosang wants to let you rest, but he can’t let you lose consciousness now, he can’t risk you not waking up again.
“Not yet,” he says as he tries to wipe some dirt off your cheek, but his own fingers are too dirty from the dust and debris all around you, “the rescue unit will be here soon, hold on just a little longer.”
“I’m so tired, Sangie.”
“I know, I know,” he has to stop himself from tearing up at the sound of your weak voice, “but this is the last time. If we just make it through this, we’ll never have to fight again.”
“Promise?” You hold out your pinky, costing you all the strength you have left.
He smiles at you softly, “I promise. We’ll never have to be heroes again.”
“Just people,” you pull up the corners of your lips in an attempt to smile back at him.
“Yeah. We’ll just be ordinary people in love. We could get our own place, just the two of us, with lots of big windows.” He knows how much you hate the tiny windows in the dorms.
“And we can open them?”
“Of course we can open them. We could even have a balcony.”
A hint of a nod, “I’d like that.”
“We could sit outside on Sunday mornings to have breakfast, and we hear the birds chirping as we pour ourselves a coffee and read the newspaper.”
“Mhm,” you hum softly in approval.
“Maybe we could get a puppy too? A pomeranian if you want.”
“I want a doberman.” You grin and Yeosang doesn’t mind the blood on your teeth, he’s just glad to see you happy.
“Then we’ll get a doberman,” he agrees easily.
“Just like you.”
He huffs a laugh, “just like me.”
The sun tickles his nose and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Images of all the death and hurt he has seen are still fresh in his mind, but when he turns over and sees you sleeping peacefully next to him, it’s all forgotten. He feels warm and cozy, the mattress a thousand times softer than the awful foam mats you had to call your beds back in the dorms. Everything seems softer than back then, like all the rough edges of his life have evened out. There is no more fighting the battles for others, no more being the pawn in someone else’s game.
He looks at you, really looks at you, watches as you breathe calm and evenly. There’s a little scar on your temple, a last trace of that battle from a few years ago, when the whole hero system collapsed and disappeared into insignificance. It’s all healed now, barely visible unless you know it’s there. But Yeosang knows, and he doesn’t think he could ever forget. He almost lost you back then. But you’re still here, you’re still alive.
You open your eyes and the sun reflects in them so beautifully, he’s mesmerized.
“Hey,” you whisper.
“Hey,” he replies. He tucks some strands of hair behind your ear. “Slept well?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “the best.”
He smiles and leans in a little, just about to leave a peck on your lips, when he’s interrupted by the ajar bedroom door opening further and a very happy doberman making his way in. He’s wagging his tail so hard it hits the door frame, but he doesn’t even seem to mind, jumping onto the bed unbothered, and landing in between the both of you.
“I see someone felt left out,” Yeosang comments with an affectionate sigh, while the puppy crawls further up the bed until his head is resting right next to yours, paying Yeosang no attention. Yeosang doesn’t mind though, he has long stopped trying to compete with you for his affection.
“Morning, Pom,” you giggle and scratch him behind his floppy ears, prompting him to get up and plop down again on top of you, in an attempt to get even closer.
“Pom, you’re heavy,” you complain with a laugh.
“I fear he forgot he’s not actually a pomeranian. That’s what you get for naming him like that.”
You let out a groan as Pom moves again, “Yeah, yeah, I got it, it’s my own fault,” your voice sounds too croaky, “now help me, will you?”
He laughs before gently trying to get Pom to move, but he doesn’t budge. “Come on, move,” Yeosang urges, but still nothing.
“Yeosang,” you whisper, “look at me,” and there’s a weird fear that settles in his stomach at your words, making it impossibly hard to turn his head and face you.
“Please,” you whimper, and when he finally does, there’s tears in your eyes and grime on your cheeks.
“I love you,” you press out, and it sounds too much like goodbye.
“No,” Yeosang shakes his head, “we can have this, I promise, just hold on a little longer.”
“I love you,” you repeat before your lungs are rattled with a cough that makes blood gush from your lips.
“I love you, too,” he replies, leaning his forehead against yours. There are tears falling from his eyes and onto your skin, but you don’t even seem to notice as your breathing grows more shallow. “Let’s become ordinary people, my love. Let’s live an ordinary life,” he clings to those words like a life line, even if he already knows better.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, “let’s do that,” but your eyes flutter close before you finish speaking.
“I love you,” he repeats as he feels the life fade beneath your skin. “I love you so.”
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