#daniel's pining for the blond babe

[chisfics]

introduction

"hey, you got a name?" "johnny, with an H" "i'm daniel! with... an L!"

[unluckyhoneybee]

He should stay (MI & DR)

After pining over him for a long time, Michael and you tell Daniel to join. Smut.

Note: I know nothing about these people's sexuality, if you don't like the idea just don't read it. It's just fiction. Also, mentions of Daniel having broken up with a girl recently. I'm not talking about Heidi, again, this is just fiction.

It's long and it's unholy, beware.😉

Warning: +18. Bi Threesome, dom!Mike, sub!Dan, sub!Reader. Penetrative sex (p in v), oral (for everyone), spanking, hair pulling, choking, spitting. This is really pure smut.

"You are staring, babe" I felt a strong hand around my waist. I bit my lip and turned my head to the side. Michael kissed my cheek and I smiled.

"Don't be jealous."

"I'm not. It's me who you are coming with t the end of the night."

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

Daniel had a different look today.

"He looks better"

Michael sat on the stool and I took a place on his lap, leaning slightly on his body.

"He is. It has been weeks already. He is doing good."

I smiled. Daniel had broken up with his girlfriend recently and had been in a very low place.

"I'm happy for him"

"Are you happy for him or are you happy because he is finally single?"

I gasped and looked at my boyfriend.

"Mike..."

He smirked and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, running my tongue across his bottom lip and caressing his cheek.

This had been going on for a while. For a long time actually. Daniel was handsome, charismatic, fun and insanely hot. And he was my boyfriend's best friend who I spent a lot of time with. Long nights on his farm, partying in LA, Monaco, travelling around the world. He was so nice to me, he accepted me from minute one. And well, it wasn't difficult to start feeling funny things every time he was near.

Michael and I pulled back for air and he looked to his side, in Dan's direction.

"He is looking"

"Don't act like you are not enjoying this" I muttered. Mike had caught me staring a lot of time, yes. But so had I. He wasn't hiding the fact that his best friend and boss turned him on. Daniel was probably too oblivious.

We had talked a lot about letting Daniel in. We were both so attracted to him and we were sure he was attracted to us too. There were always lingering eyes whenever Mike and I showed some PDA in front of him. He would lick his lips and bite them. He would take deep breaths and adjust himself on his trousers.

Michael smiled and kissed me again. The party was big. There were a lot of people, but Daniel was just staring at us. He didn't care about the blonde influencer hanging on his arm.

"Do you think he is ready?"

After his break-up, Michael and I finally had a freeway with him. But we didn't want to pressure him. We wanted to give him time to heal.

"I think so". Michael said with a smile.

I kissed his cheek and bit my lip, feeling my nerves forming on my stomach.

"Do you want to do it today?"

"Maybe we should talk to him first"

He nodded and kissed my forehead.

"We will talk to him tomorrow"

Being friends with a rich Formula 1 driver had his perks. Like having a bedroom in a big farmhouse in Australia, for example.

Michael wasn't in the bed anymore, he had probably woken up early to go and train with Daniel. I found them by the pool with bowls of fruit and juice, waiting for me to wake up.

"Hey sleeping beauty" Daniel said when I opened the door.

"Good morning, guys"

I kissed Mike's lips and then moved to Dan, kissing his cheek.

"Have you slept well?" Michael asked.

"Like a baby"

He bit his lip. He was teasing. Not me though, he was teasing Daniel. Michael had fucked me to oblivion last night, just to make sure Daniel heard everything. Today was the day. Today we will invite Daniel to our bed.

Daniel cleared his throat and took a sip of his orange juice.

I sat next to Mike and took a grape from his bowl. I saw Daniel's eyes following it to my lips and then watching how I ate it slowly. Mike had a tight grip on my thigh. He was watching too.

"Have you trained already?"

"Your boyfriend woke me up at 6 am."

I gasped and looked at Michael.

"He is on his break, Michael!"

"He needs to stay fit." He laughed.

Daniel rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry Dan. We can watch films and eat tons of ice cream later." I said smiling.

"You are way much nicer than him, YN"

I looked at Mike and laughed.

But Michael bit his lip and gave me the look. Now. He wanted to do it now.

"Daniel" Michael cleared his throat and grabbed my hand. "We want to talk to you about something"

Daniel looked up from his bowl. He had tensed a bit and his mind seemed to be running.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked. "Or are you going to marry?"

"No. Any of them, Daniel" I said smiling a bit.

Michael looked at me and took a deep breath.

"We want to propose something to you"

I could see how Daniel's breath hitched in his throat. He had been fast catching what Mike meant.

"YN and I..."

I looked at Michael. For once he didn't have the right words.

"Daniel, we are both super attracted to you. And maybe this makes things weird because Mike and you are best friends. But... We have seen things too. We have seen you and how you react to us and we thought that maybe you felt like that too"

Daniel was frozen. Only his eyes moved between Michael and me. The air was tense. I was sure Michael wasn't breathing. His hand was slightly shaking on my leg and his lips were pressed on a thin line.

"What do you exactly want?" Daniel said after a while.

Michael and I looked at each other. This time it was him who spoke.

"We want you, Daniel"

I felt a shiver. Hearing my boyfriend say those words... Daniel gasped and leaned back on his chair.

"Like... A threesome?"

I nodded and the driver bit his lip.

"Fuck" He said under his breath. "Now? Here?"

I tried to not laugh. He seemed so eager.

"Whenever and wherever you want. And only if you are sure of it." Michael said.

Daniel took a sip of his juice and looked away. I looked at Michael and he showed me a tight smile.

"And how would it be?" He looked at us with such an intensity that made me clench my thighs. "You said you both are attracted to me."

"We are. Me too" Mike said. I knew it was a big step for him to take. To confess this to his long time friend. So I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. "But we can ignore that if you feel uncomfortable. We had done it other times"

With other guys, Michael had just focused on me. He knew about boundaries and he respected them.

"Other times? Like with other guys?"

"And girls too." I said.

"I knew you two were kinky as fuck"

I laughed a bit and Michael seemed to relax.

"What do you say, Dan? You can take your time"

"I'm in. For whatever you have for me"

I felt my heart quickening and Michael had to adjust himself on the chair. I looked at him. Daniel hadn't said if he wanted Michael.

"But what about Mike?" I asked.

Daniel looked at him and I swear I saw fire behind his eyes.

"I already say I'm in, mate" Michael relaxed and nodded slowly.

And now what?

Somehow, it was already middle afternoon and nothing had happened yet apart from touches here and there and flirty comments. I was on the edge. I needed them. I have been sitting on a wooden hammock for a while and now that they were both in the pool, simply talking and sharing a beer (yes, sharing a beer). It was getting worst. I had seen them passing that bottle a dozen times already. At some point, Daniel said something that was super fun for Michael and he leaned on his body laughing. I gasped. They were so close, they were looking at each other in the eyes and I was sure about what was going to happen.

A second later, Daniel had pressed his lips to Michael's. I sat straight on the chair. It was probably one of the best things I had seen.

Michael was dominant. He was a control freak in everything he did, so he was fast grabbing Daniel by the back of his neck. I could perfectly see their tongues moving together, Daniel's hands on Mike's waist. If I hadn't spent the whole day with them, I would think I was dreaming.

Michael ran his hand through Daniel's hair and pulled away, sucking his lower lip between his. Daniel was panting and looking at him with hooded eyes. He had probably already felt how things were with Mike. I was sure he had always seen glimpses of how he was during these past years.

"Are you enjoying the show, pretty girl?" I heard my boyfriend say without even looking at me. My bikini bottom was already wet and not because of swimming.

"I am"

"Look at her, Danny."

Daniel turned his face to me. His lips were red and swollen and he was blushing.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

"She is so fucking pretty, Michael"

"And you have her now. She wants you. Do you know how many times I had caught her looking at you?"

Daniel swallowed without taking his eyes off me. I was shivering. This was happening. I had my boyfriend and his best friend, both insanely good looking men, watching me from the pool and thinking about fucking me.

Michael pushed Daniel and trapped him against the pool edge, back to the chest. Then he attached his neck, leaving kisses and bites everywhere. On that neck. That delicious neck. After teasing Daniel the whole day he was teasing me now. He knew this would drive me crazy.

"Look at her."

"I'm looking at her" Daniel muttered with a hoarse voice. He seemed in a trance as Michael devoured his neck.

"She is desperate for you." Michael said. "But she is such a good girl. She won't step in until I tell her so"

Michael sucked his earlobe and Daniel whined. I bit my lip and whined too. I needed to be touched. To kiss and be kissed like that.

"He is so hard, baby." He said looking at me now. I could see his hand, but by Daniel's expression, I knew that it was on him.

I sat on the edge of the hammock. I wanted to jump to them.

"And you were so right. He is big"

Daniel opened his eyes and looked at me. I moaned.

"Michael please..." I pleaded.

"Please what, honey? What do you want?"

"You. I want both of you"

"Did you hear that? She wants us"

Daniel nodded and gasped. Mike was touching him and I was so fucking jealous.

"You are gonna be a good boy now, okay?"

Daniel nodded again.

"She just wants to pleasure you. Go to her. "

Daniel was fast leaving the pool, the water dripped from his body and I swear I could just cum from that picture.

I looked at Michael for a second. He was resting against the pool's edge now, both arms on it and his chin on his hands. I was looking at Daniel in the same way as I did.

"Babe, be good and show him how nice that mouth of yours is, okay?"

"Fuck" I head Daniel breath out.

I sat and looked at Daniel. Finally.

"Come here, Danny" I said with a sweet voice.

He smiled and came closer, standing in front of me. His swim truck made nothing to hide his hard-on. Little drops of water decorated his chest and abdomen. And fuck, Michael had done a good job training him.

Daniel reached his hand to my face and moved my hair away. He was just observing me, like trying to learn every single mark on my face.

"You are beautiful"

I smiled.

"Thank you, Danny"

With a fast glance at Mike, I saw him smiling at us.

Michael was dominant, but not in an aggressive way. He loved control, he loved to be obeyed. He had immense patience and never pressured me or anyone else. He knew that people had different times for everything. And now, after telling us what to do, he would just wait and see what happened.

I leaned and pulled Daniel's swim trucks. His cock sprung free in front of me. Mike was right. He was big. It made my mouth water.

"Be slow, YN. Make him want you. I want to hear him beg"

Daniel looked at Michael and then at me. I gave him a sympathetic look and he swallow hard. I showed him my tongue with a smile on my mouth and slowly ran around the tip of his member. He bit his lip and breathed through his nose. I obeyed Mike, starting with soft licks. Daniel was already leaking with precum. He was desperate for us. I was sure he wouldn't last long.

"Why don't you suck him a bit, don't be shy."

I circled his tip with my lips and sucked softly.

"You have a beautiful mouth, YN" Daniel said.

I smiled pressing my tongue on the underside and licking a long stripe.

"Mmm, fuck" He gasped.

I sucked the head again, moving my head up and down slowly and humming to add vibration.

Daniel had started playing with my hair and it felt so good to have him like this. I could feel how he wanted to push his hips further, how he wanted more. His chest was heaving with deep breaths. Little drops of water fell from his hair to my legs and face. He looked like a god and I was dying for making him feel good.

Using my tongue, I moved a bit faster. I heard Michael chuckling.

"Eager, are we?"

I took my mouth off Daniel and spat on his member.

"Fuck..." Daniel looked at Michael as I started jerking him. "Michael please"

"Please what"

"I need more"

I sucked the tip again feeling the salty taste on my tongue.

"Fuck. Please. She is so good"

Michael pushed himself out of the water and both Daniel and I gasped. He looked like a fucking Calvin Klein model.

"She is. Do you think he is being good, baby?" He said walking behind Daniel and sliding his hand around his waist.

"I think he is being so good, Michael" I said batting my eyelashes.

Michael reached his hand to me and run his finger over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and he slid it in. I sucked it.

"Okay then. Give him more. Show him what you can do" With a soft pop, he pulled the finger out of my mouth and I smiled.

"Can... Can I kiss her?" Daniel asked turning his face to the side. I felt a shiver.

Mike laughed a bit.

"Ask her, not me"

"Can I kiss you?" He said looking down to me.

I nodded slowly, too mesmerized by his brown eyes to speak.

"Use your words, baby"

I heard Michael say.

"Yes, Danny. You can kiss me." The driver leaned and crashed our lips. I moaned at the contact. It was so different to Mike. I closed my eyes tight and ran my hand through his hair, pulling a bit. He groaned and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth. I was kissing Daniel only a few minutes after Michael had done it.

Daniel's kiss was consuming. He was all tongue and lips. Those plump lips... I couldn't believe I was kissing him.

But it didn't last long. I felt a hand on my hair, gripping softly at the ends and pulling me away from Daniel's lips. Soon, they were replaced by my boyfriend's kissing me with passion. When he broke away from me, he turned to Daniel and kissed him too.

I bit my lip. It was a sight to be seen.

Then Mike turned once again to me and grabbed my chin. I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth and showed him my tongue. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Good girl." He then kissed me again before letting his saliva drip into my tongue. "Now suck him how you know"

I looked up at Daniel, who was looking at my mouth stunned. Michael laughed a bit and kissed his cheek.

I took Daniel's member in my hand again and slowly slid it into my mouth. Without much warning, I closed my lips around his tip and sucked before pushing him to the back of my throat. He let a loud moan out and I felt a wave of pleasure running over me.

"That's it, baby." Michael said pushing my hair from my face. I pulled Daniel about and jerked him a bit as I took air. Then I slid him in again and start moving my head. Daniel was big, not as thick as Michael, but big.

Daniel tried to grab my face, but Michael slapped his hands away.

"No, Danny."

"Fuck" Daniel breathed out. "Why?"

"Because I tell you so. Keep your hands to yourself and she will reward you. Right?"

I took Danny off my mouth and kissed the tip of his cock.

"If you are good you get to cum. If you are not, you don't" I said grinning. Only once Michael had left me hanging. Only once.

"Keep going" Michael said.

I loved him being like this.

I resumed my work on Danny's cock, making it even sloppier now. Spit was dripping from the edge of my mouth and I couldn't void to gag when I took him too deeply.

"It feels so good, YN. So so good." He cried in pleasure.

Michael was hugging Daniel's waist and peaking his head over his shoulder.

What I wasn't expecting was him to cup the back of my head and make me stay still, Danny's cock still resting on my tongue dripping with pre cum. He would cum soon.

"Now, if YN wants, you can fuck her mouth. What do you say, baby?"

"N-No, don't pressure her..." Daniel said.

It was strange but arousing to see Daniel in this state. He was completely submissive to Michael now.

"No pressure. A no is a no."

"Yes." I said looking at Daniel, who gasped and looked at Michael.

I jerked Daniel slowly meanwhile Michael turned his face to him.

"Don't you dare to hurt her, right? To taps in your leg and you stop. Any weird sound, you stop. Any sign of discomfort, you stop. And you better not make me stop you"

Michael was protective. Daniel was his friend, but he would doubt if he hurt me. He had pulled a guy from me before and he would do it again.

"I won't. I won't hurt her. I couldn't"

"I know, Danny. I trust you. But I must tell you"

Michael leaned and kissed me once more before letting me take Daniel in my mouth again. The driver cupped my cheeks and started moving his hips, slowly fucking my mouth and pulling whimpers out of my lips. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Daniel was so gentle, his thumbs drawing circles on my cheeks.

"She feels so good. Such a pretty mouth"

"Yeah, right?"

"Oh... fuck" He pushed deeper and I felt him twitching on my tongue. I moaned.

"Do you want to cum, Danny?"

"I do"

I opened my eyes to look at them. Michael was talking right on his ear and his hand was now around Dan's strong neck. I clenched my thighs.

"Cum then"

Daniel was fast cumming in my mouth, keeping me in place and buckling his hips until my nose touches his pubic bone. I felt the ropes of cum in my mouth as he groaned and moaned my name.

"Shit, YN. Fuck"

When he let me pull away, I was panting for hair but extremely satisfied. I had just made Daniel Ricciardo cum.

I cleaned the corners of my mouth with my fingers and swallowed, showing them then my tongue and smiling.

"Fuck. You are so perfect" Daniel whispered touching my swollen lips.

I felt my heart beating faster when Michael added his fingers to my cheek, gently whipping away the tears.

"I told you she was so fucking great." Michael groaned on Danny's neck. I bit down a smile.

Daniel was still trying to recover. He was leaning against Michael's chest, who was supporting his weight and rubbing circles on his abdomen.

"Wow." He said smiling.

"Wow, yeah" Michael laughed.

"How are you feeling?" Daniel looked down at me and touched my chin.

Michael smiled widely. This had been the right decision.

"I'm good, Daniel. You treated me so well" I said smiling and caressing his thighs.

"She was good to you too. Don't you think she deserves something too?"

"Fuck yes."

I swallowed looking at both men in front of me.

"What are you thinking about, princess?"

"About how fucking beautiful the two of you are. It's insane."

Both of them wet, hair dripping water, Daniel naked, their lips red and swollen from kissing...

"So are you, princess." Michael kissed me, slowly pushing me back on the hammock till I was laying on it. I didn't know what he had in mind now, but I was more than eager. When he pulled back, he gestured for Daniel to sit on his place and cupped his chin.

"Now I want you to pleasure her. She deserves to cum after what she did to you"

"Fuck yes, she does."

I smiled feeling the blush creeping to my cheeks. Michael reached his hand to me and caressed my face, slowly dragging his fingers down my neck and chest, pushing the bikini top aside and freeing my breasts. He gave one of them a playful slap and I chuckled a bit.

Daniel was amazed looking at us. He was cute like this. He was this noisy hyperactive man who seemed to have lost every word in his vocabulary now.

Mike pinched one of my nipples softly and I moaned a bit.

"Damn, you are so cute." Danny said under his breath and Mike and I laughed a bit.

Michael kept moving his fingers down my abdomen and Daniel's eyes followed them. He gulped when Michael skipped the edge of the bikini bottom. Instead of slipping his fingers inside, he caressed me slowly over the clothing. I bit my lip and as a reflex took my hands to my breasts looking for more stimulation. Michael moved his fingers up and down, making more pressure on my clit and sending waves of pleasure over my whole body.

"Fuck..."

"You are so needy, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

He looked at Danny then.

"Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"She has been talking for months about you, about how hot you are and how horny you make her, about how much she wanted to see us together..."

Daniel's hand grasped my thigh hard and I whimpered. His semi-hard member was coming to life again.

"You had to see her after every training session, mate"

Daniel looked up at Michael.

"I can bet she thinks she is dreaming now"

I nodded slowly, taking one of my fingers to my mouth and bitting it. It was so hot to see Michael talking like this.

Daniel ran his hand up my side and gently cupped my breast.

"Should I pinch her? To make sure she is awake"

Michael smirked and nodded. I felt a rush of heat over me. Daniel pinched my nipple a bit harder than Mike and I moaned.

"Fuck"

"Go on, give her what she deserves"

Daniel nodded eagerly and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the hammock and helping me to get comfortable on the soft mattress.

"Don't you dare to make her cum before I come back. I'm going to get some condoms." And with that, my boyfriend left us alone. For the first time, Mike had let me alone with someone else.

Daniel looked at me and I reached for his face.

"Is he always like this?" He started untying my bikini bottoms.

I nodded and bit my lip.

"You are lucky, YN"

I gasped a bit. I wasn't expecting something like that.

"Dan..."

He sighed a bit and kissed my belly.

"Thank you for all of this"

I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. His hands were fast to get rid of my bottom and let it fall. His tongue was playing with mine and the kiss was turning more and more hungrier.

By surprise, one of his fingers came to my groin.

"Dan... Touch me please" I said looking at his brown eyes. They were darker than Michael's, which had a softer honey colour.

Daniel pushed me into the mattress and kissed the valley of my breast. With wet and sloppy kisses he made his way to my centre, attacking it like a starved man. Daniel was so fucking good at this. His tongue and lips were experts in the job. It was insane how good he made me feel with only a minute.

"Wow. Look at what you are doing to her" I was gasping for air when I felt Michael's presence. He sat next to me and put my head on his lap, caressing my face slowly. I grabbed his free hand with mine. "How good is he at this?"

"So fucking good, Mike." I gas a moaning mess. Danny had to keep my legs open because it was impossible for me. They wanted to close around his head.

Daniel hummed and the vibrations made me scream his name.

"Okay, stop eating her out. Pull back"

Daniel was fast obeying, but I groaned frustrated.

"Patience, baby girl" Mike kissed my forehead. "Now Danny, get those fingers of yours wet, come on. I'm sure she is wet enough to help you"

I looked down at Danny and he looked at me. He ran his fingers up and down my slit and I whimpered. I was so sensitive.

"Good boy. Put them in. But be very slow. Make her beg"

Oh Michael.

Daniel smirked and gave my knee a soft bit before pushing his fingers on my entrance. He was slow as Mike had told him. I was so wet that it wasn't difficult for him to bottom them. When they were knuckle deep, he pulled back a bit and pushed them in again.

"D-Danny..."

I was shaking.

"What?" He muttered softly.

"I need more"

"YN, you can do better than that" Michael said running his finger over my jaw.

"Please Daniel, give me more"

Daniel smiled and moved his fingers, not faster but from a different angle. He was pressing directly against my G-spot.

"Oh yes!" I moaned. Mike slid his finger inside my mouth and I sucked it. Soon he had pressed it against my clit and was moving him in tandem with Daniel.

"Fuck" I was desperately trying to grab into something as the two men kept stimulating me. My eyes were closed and my breath was ragged.

"That's it, baby. Be good and Daniel will make you cum. How do you want it"

"His mouth"

Daniel groaned.

"You heard her" Mike gave my clit a soft slap that almost made me faint because of the sudden contrast with Daniel's mouth only a second later.

My hips were moving on their own against Daniel's mouth and fingers.

"Danny! Fuck... So good. It feels so good"

I opened my eyes to see Michael's hand on Dan's hair, keeping him in place and letting me ride my orgasm. His nose nudged on my clit in the most delicious way as his tongue lapped me. His fingers were doing exactly what felt the best and his eyes were closed as he moaned in contentment.

"I'm cummin, Dan. I'm cumming. You are so good. Fuck, Mike!"

I came hard. So hard my vision went blank for a few seconds. I was glad to be on the farm in the middle of nowhere because my moans were loud.

"There you go, pretty girl"

Mike didn't let Dan go until I had calmed down a bit.

"Fuck." He was panting for air and blushing. "You are delicious, YN"

"Let me taste" I whispered. He smiled and reached his fingers for me to suck them clean. At the same time, Michael grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him. I witnessed their tongues playing together and Michael licking into his mouth in the most erotic way.

"I wanted a taste too" He whispered over Dan's lips.

Daniel was a mess. He was covered in sweat and his hair was unruled. His lips were swollen and his cheeks red. His member was standing against his abdomen red and leaking ready for another round.

"I-It was amazing." I muttered out of breath. Daniel's hand was on my chest and I was sure he could feel my heart beating faster and faster. He nodded slowly.

"Now is my turn, isn't it? I want to fuck my girl"

I whimpered. Mike was an expert at making me cum a thousand times in a row.

"Mind sitting right there, Daniel?" He said gesturing to a chair.

"Closer, please. I want him closer." I begged looking at Mike with my best puppy eyes.

"Whatever you want babe"

Daniel pulled a chair next to the hammock and sat in there, observing our movements.

Michael stand up and I propped myself on my elbows to watch him. Knowing exactly what he was doing to us, he took his swim trucks off very slowly. I heard Daniel gasp a bit and I looked up at him with a smile.

"He is perfect, right?"

He nodded slowly. When I looked back at Mike he was slightly blushing. He really liked Daniel.

Michael put the condom on and kneeled between my legs.

"Daniel got you so ready for me"

I nodded.

Michael pushed his member in and I moaned high because of the overstimulation.

"Shit, you are so perfect, YN." He said massaging my breast. "Can't wait for you to feel her, Daniel"

I moaned as he pushed hard. I felt Danny's hand on my hair and looked up. He was jerking himself as he played with my hair.

"Can't wait to feel her"

Michael crashed our lips and gave me the most passionate kiss ever. He was a strong man, he trained hard and had stamina, so the pace he used to set during sex was insane. He always made a mess out of me, I couldn't even speak. I tried desperately to grab into his strong body as he leaned to kiss my neck and shoulders.

"Fuck guys. You look so good." I heard Daniel moaning but I couldn't pay attention to him. My boyfriend fucking me as if he hadn't done it in months had clouded my senses.

The sounds that left Mike's voice were delicious and they told me he was getting closer, but so was I.

"I'm close, Mike. I'm so close."

"You want to come again? You don't have enough with Daniel?"

"I want you both... I want you to make me cum too" I looked at Daniel and he touched my face gently. I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"Then cum, baby. Cum for me too and I will let you cum for Daniel again"

The driver and I moaned at his words. Michael's trusts were becoming more erratic but as intense as they were are the beginning.

"Fuck. I'm going to cum too. Seeing both of you made me so hard..."

I whimpered. I was close, so close.

Only a few more trust were necessary for us to come undone. Michael kissed me as he always did before pulling back a bit. I hugged him closer, needing his warm body at this moment. The comfort he gave me during the climax was like no one.

"Fuck..." Daniel whispered. I opened my eyes to look at him and he smiled, pushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

When Michael calmed down a bit he pulled out of me and kneeled back between my legs.

"You are always so perfect, baby" He said and kissed my knee. I smiled.

"You both are..." Daniel grunted.

I looked at him. He was jerking himself hard and it was a glorious picture.

"Daniel... Fuck me."

"Do it mate. You deserve it."

"Can I, really?"

Michael and I nodded. I sat on the hammock and Michael kissed me for a second, a soft and reassuring kiss on the lips accompanied by a warm smile.

Daniel took a deep breath and got up. Surprisingly, Mike kissed him just as he had kissed me. It felt so domestic. So real.

"How do you want it, Daniel?" Michael asked passing him a condom. Daniel put it on and looked at me.

"On your fours, please. I want to see that ass."

Michael chuckled and looked at me.

"Told you I caught him staring"

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Don't embarrass him, idiot"

Daniel laughed too.

I smiled at that and turned around. Michael sat in front of me in the hammock. I giggled my eyes and both of them looked at it. I smiled proudly because both of them were at my mercy.

"You know? She likes to be spanked once in a while" Michael pulled the strings of my bikini top and threw it away.

I bit my lip and laughed a bit. The hammock croaked when Daniel settled next to me. I felt his hand on my ass cheek and embraced myself for what would come. A second later, his fingers hit the flesh and I moaned.

"Fuck, Danny"

"Are you ready?"

"I am"

After two orgasms I was more than ready. When he entered me, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The overstimulation, the angle and Daniel's member were perfect. I was sure I wouldn't last long.

"She already likes it, mate"

Daniel laughed a bit before starting to thrust slowly into me.

"That's it, let her get used to you"

Michael's voice sounded tired. I looked at him and smiled softly. He leaned and kissed my forehead.

Daniel was moving slowly and caressing my back at the same time. It was as if he wanted to learn how it felt to touch my skin.

"You feel so good, YN. You were so right Michael, she is perfect."

I whined. Michael had started playing with my nipples.

"Go harder. She likes it"

Daniel was obedient, setting a deep and hard pace that made me moan and lose my breath for a second. I couldn't think properly, I was consumed by the pleasure and both men touching me in their own way. At some point, Daniel pulled me to his chest, hugging me closer and rubbing my clit hard. Michael was peacefully observing with a smile. Daniel's moans on my ear were delicious and only fuelled me.

"Danny..."

"I'm almost there, YN. Wait a bit"

It didn't take us long to cum.

"Fuck, fuck. YN."

I wasn't able to say a word. My third orgasm hit like a tsunami and I couldn't even keep myself up.

Michael opened his arms and Daniel let me fall on them before laying on my other side. Trapped between the two men's bodies, I recovered slowly. I had time to realize what we have done, how good it felt and how difficult would it be to just go back home with Mike alone.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed Danny and Mike tangling their fingers together on my side.

"How are you feeling?" Mike softly asked.

"I think I died and went to heaven"

"Give me a kiss"

They had kissed countless times. I looked at them. There was just love and care in this kiss, no further intentions and it made me wonder if things could go back to normal now. Even if I wanted it to do. I kissed Mike's cheek and they looked at me.

"You are so precious" I said also kissing Daniel's cheek.

We gave ourselves a few minutes of tranquillity before Michael got up.

"I'm going to get some food ready."

"He is also like that after sex?" Daniel asked looking at me.

I laughed and looked at Michael, who had put his swimsuit on and was smiling from the door.

"Shut up or he will come with supplements."

Daniel laughed hard.

Once again, Mike left us alone.

"Do you feel good, YN? With all of this?"

I looked at him.

"I've never felt better, Danny" I touched his nose gently and he nodded.

"You both are amazing, really. He is right, you are perfect. Not only in a sexual way. I wish I could have something like that"

Something inside of me moved, but I didn't know what to answer.

He sighed and kissed my forehead.

I was sure then. I had to talk to Michael.

"Do you mind if I shower?"

"Don't worry, I will go and see if I can get some Nutella" I winked at him.

"I beg you. I need a whole tub after this"

I rolled my eyes and got up. Daniel walked to the outdoor's shower in his full glory and I gave myself a second to admire his figure. Putting only the bottoms on, I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey..." I hugged Michael's side and kissed his shoulder. "How are you feeling?" I knew this could be draining for him, I couldn't imagine how it had been with someone as close as Daniel.

"Well. Amazing, really. It was something else." I leant asking for a kiss and I gave it to him.

"It was"

I took a deep breath and looked at Daniel. He was showering. The sunset light was bathing him. He looked so perfect.

"Mike" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "He should stay"

I looked up at him.

"We are at his house"

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't mean it like that. I say that he should stay with us. The three of us"

He stared at me for long seconds.

"You think he wants?"

I nodded slowly.

"He told me I was lucky to have you and then that I'm perfect. Not just sex. He wants something like what we have"

Michael engulfed me in his strong arms and let a shaky breath out.

"I want him to stay"

I cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

"Let's tell him, then"

Inviting Daniel to our bed (or his pool hammock) had been the best decision Michael and I had made in our relationship.

When we walked outside, hand in hand and called him, he hesitated a bit. He needed me to reach my hand for him to take to walk closer.

"Is everything okay?"

Michael hugged my waist at the same time he pulled him for a kiss. I took the opportunity to leave a loving kiss on Daniel's shoulder and run my hand up and down his back.

"What is going on?" He whispered.

"Would you like to give it a try, Daniel?" I asked.

"To what?" He asked with a shaky voice.

"Us. The three of us"

He needed long seconds of his eyes moving between us and the gears working on his head.

"Fuck yes"

And he kissed me then.

I hadn't been so happy in a really long time.

Here you have this. I hope you enjoyed it.

Next and last part: He stays.

[cognacdelights]

because she’s casual [5]

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summary: armed with a bottle of jack daniels, indie and jj embark on a drunken midnight adventure. after settling in the local park, they can’t resist each other’s allure any longer. 

warnings: sexual content. public sex. swearing. 

A thick, star-sprinkled blanket of obsidian had consumed the humid heavens above as the imperious, incandescent gaze of July’s Buck Moon bore down on the unmarked dirt roads of The Cut. The air was oppressive and muggy as a tepid, unrelenting breeze circulated throughout the silt-covered back roads, offering little to no relief against the suffocating swelter. A natural, dulcet melody of placid, cadenced waves slapping against the jagged, craggy shoreline and the occasional, gentle swooshing of the leaves rustling against one another filled the desolate streets - drowning out the solemn, sombre silence of the witching hours.

Leisurely, she placed one cautious, Converse-clad foot in front of the other as she walked atop the rugged, uneven stones of the crumbling wall. The dainty, lavender-painted fingertips of her right hand had laced themselves securely with his in an attempt to steady her stumbling, tipsy silhouette, as her left hand remained coiled firmly around the elongated neck of the Jack Daniels bottle. An intense, concentrated expression contorted the doll-like features of her caramel complexion - forcing her full, neatly shaped eyebrows to meet as they furrowed together and the tip of her whiskey-soaked tongue to peek through the gloss-coated confines of her peach-coloured lips.

Without so much as a sliver of a warning, she halted - taking several drawn-out seconds to centre her precariously tipsy balance. The loose, nonchalant grip she held around his meaty, ring-clad fingers tightened as she brought the cool rim of the bottle to her nude-painted lips, taking a long, generous swig. An invigorating, burning sensation grazed against the half-healed scratches as the honey-coloured liquor trickled carelessly down her throat - compelling the corners of her plump, luscious lips upwards into a wicked smile before she persistently proceeded in her intoxicated obstacle course.

Several inebriated stumbles later, the youthful Routledge girl had reached the abrupt edge of the dishevelled dry stone wall. She tentatively manoeuvred her petite frame around the single, pointed stone to face the winding, sand-coated road, her bright, mahogany doe eyes watching the shaggy-haired blonde intently as his boot-clad feet came to a casual stop. An emphatic half-giggle and half-squeal erupted from the depths of her whiskey-drowned throat as she leapt from the small height of the jagged dry stone wall - the golden, saccharine liquor spilling from the cap-less bottle as she retreated to the safe haven of the pothole-riddled tarmac, simultaneously dampening the tangled ends of her chestnut tresses and drenching the scandalously thin fabric of her low-cut dress in the process.

“Hey, hey, quiet, pretty girl,” his soothing, husky tone hushed her - the rough, calloused pad of his thumb tenderly caressing circles against the delicate skin of her palm, “we don’t want the neighbours waking up and calling the cops.” Her glazed-over, umber eyes peered upwards into his - the luminous, amber speckles glimmering celestially under the silver light of the full moon - as she guided his comforting, burly arm around her petite, flannel-covered shoulders. His thin, rose-tinted lips placed a soft, adoring peck against her temple as they continued their aimless wandering of the dark, vacant streets.

Reaching the dry, untamed grasslands of the children’s playground, they settled themselves on the rotted, wooden bench by the rusted swing set frame. His shirt-clad back pressed comfortably against the cool, pine wood of the seat as the doe-eyed, cinnamon-haired vixen perched herself atop his lap without any indication of hesitation - her exposed, sun-kissed legs draping themselves sideways across his muscular thighs. His brawny, possessive arm rested nonchalantly against the defined concave of her waistline as his gentle, unclipped fingertips absent-mindedly toyed with the revealing hemline of her sable-coloured dress.

Once again, she brought the frigid rim of the half-consumed liquor bottle to her gloss-coated lips, taking several lavish gulps of the sweet, fruit-infused whiskey. As she revelled in the exhilarating, fiery tingle that laced the lining of her throat, she tilted the square bottle towards him - encouraging him to take a drink. His large, paw-like palm grasped the body of bottle, bringing the gloss-stained, glass lips to his own. Lackadaisically, he chugged several mouthfuls of the sweet, syrup-like liquor, unphased by the warm, hearty buzz occupying his chest in it’s wake. Her adoring, mocha eyes watched him intently - shamelessly admiring the faint, whiskey-drenched lines of stubble that graced his upper lip and jawline, and the cadenced bobbing of his pronounced Adam’s Apple as he swallowed the infamous alcohol with ease.

It was only a mere few seconds later that his clumsy, yearning hand delved into the vast, junk-littered expanse of his cargo shorts pocket. Retrieving the crumpled, almost empty packet of cigarettes and engraved Zippo lighter, he retreated from the cloth confines. Effortlessly, he flicked the crinkled cardboard packaging open with his thumb, pulling the penultimate nicotine stick from the metallic foil and gently placing it between his chapped, coral-tinted lips. His thumb grazed the delicate clip of the personalised Zippo lighter, igniting the meager flame; he brought the floundering, wavering glint to the tobacco shreds, taking a deep inhale of the noxious, toxic fumes to ensure it was well and truly lit. She continued to observe his every move attentively, admiration evident within the luminous, golden speckles of her sorrel orbs.

Eventually, the audacious, tenacious virago grew tired of his lack of attention as he savoured every last nicotine-laced drag of his cigarette, grasping the half-smoked butt between her lilac-painted fingertips and dabbing the burning embers against rotting pine wood of the bench. Positive that the remaining shreds of tobacco were no longer ablaze, she carelessly discarded the whiskey-soaked butt within the over-grown blades of grass. JJ opened his mouth almost instantly, poised and ready to both protest against and question her dauntless, brazen actions - but before he could string his reprimanding words together, her velvet, taupe-toned lips pressed against his.

Cupping her blush-tinted cheek with his clammy, bear-like palm, their amorous embrace gradually transitioned from a passionately sweet kiss to an ardent, fervid affair. His pointed, pearly teeth bit down on the lipstick-coated flesh of her bottom lip, tugging roughly on the delicate, sensitive skin. A salacious, yearning whine escaped from the very core of her strained vocal chords - offering him the perfect opportunity to slide his whiskey-soaked tongue into her mouth. She welcomed his assertive, dominant tongue with open arms, allowing him to lustfully caress her tongue with his own. Her dainty, periwinkle fingertips latched onto the stained, off-white cotton of his long-sleeved t-shirt, her voluminous, braless chest pressing against the chiselled muscles of his abdomen - the titanium balls of her nipple piercings protruding through the thin, raven fabric.

The sun-drenched, love-marked skin of her exposed thighs tingled under the searing touch of his devilish, meandering hands - the calloused, unclipped tips of his ring-clad fingers encroaching on the scandalously short hemline of her tight, figure-hugging dress. He gave the hickey-littered, caramel plains of her thighs a fervent, zealous squeeze before continuing their ascent towards the patterned, crimson lace of her g-string thong. His sumptuous, cavalier attempt to trace a teasing trail along her damp, hankering folds was thwarted by the tight, commanding grip of her dainty palms around his watch-adorning wrist. A smug, sultry smirk curved the corners of her swollen, glacé lips upwards as she retreated from their intense, sensuous embrace, “no, tonight it’s my turn to make you cum.”

“That’s fine by me, babe,” his masterful tongue swiped the whiskey-sodden trace of her impassioned lips from his own, as his low, husky tone rasped a response. His dark, cobalt eyes cast over with lust and desire, watching intently as her petite, curvaceous figure leisurely slinked between his parted legs, settling on her knees, on the unkempt, grass plains of the park. An loud, involuntary moan slipped between his thin, chapped lips - a subconscious reaction to the ungodly, sinful sight of the umber-eyed, caramel-complexioned beauty in such a devilish position.

She fumbled with the stiff, metal clasp of his belt in her drunken, inebriated state, having to focus her whole, undivided attention on the trivial task at hand as she worked the ripped and tattered leather free. The tip of her spirit-laced tongue peeked timidly through the confines of her swollen, nude-toned lips as she tugged hastily at the tense, rigid zipper. Eagerly pushing the several layers of clothing out of her way, her clouded, mahogany eyes peered upwards at the anticipation-filled blonde, seeking his permission. He sent her a craving, impatient nod the instant his dark, indigo eyes met with hers.

Her dainty palm snaked itself around the flaccid base of dick, the mere contact alone sending an invigorating rush of blood throughout his member. She began to sensually caress the entirety of his length with gentle, leisurely strokes - however, her pace gradually began to increase as deep, husky grunts of encouragement resonated from the depths of his throat. An ardent flush of heat consumed her intimate area upon hearing the low, pleasure-filled noises, the intricately embroidered material of her thong dampening with each salacious groan.

Her taunting tongue tantalised the very tip of his cock, circling the head in painfully languid motions and placing soft, delicate kisses against the sensitive skin. She proceeded to take the tip into her mouth, continuing to swirl her salacious, teasing tongue around the head as she sensuously sucked on the hypersensitive fragment of his length - impishly neglecting the further expanse of his inches. His meaty, paw-like hands grasped the eroded edge of the bench with a monstrously tight grip - the rough, scarred skin of knuckles turning a sickly shade of alabaster out of pure frustration. A raspy, petulant growl erupted from the deep, yearning caverns of his stomach, his tone authoritative and demanding, “Indie.”

Spurred on by his deep, domineering voice, she took as much of his poised, hard length into her mouth as she could, her warm, sensual palms working the remaining few inches of his bulging span. A barrage of emphatic, enraptured moans filled the otherwise eery silence of the unkempt, neglected grassland as she continued her salacious assault on his hardened dick - dauntlessly daring to take more of his poised, pulsing cock into her mouth with each rhythmic, fast-paced bob of her head. He threw his head back in pure, elated ecstasy, his shaggy, tousled locks tickling against the corroded, pine back rest.

Thrusting his hips upwards in a subconscious, euphoric daze, he vigorously forced the entirety of his solid, throbbing length into her unsuspecting mouth, the pre-cum-coated tip pushing it’s way into the tight, restricted dimensions of her throat. Unprepared and unexpected, a loud, dissatisfied groan surpassed her swollen, luscious lips. He, however, mistook her throaty vocals as a sinful sign of pleasure - tangling his large, ring-clad fingers within the matted length of her cascading, cinnamon waves as he applied a gentle pressure against the nape of her neck, compelling her bobbing head to meet with his rapid, rigorous bucks. Her throat soon relaxed it’s whiskey-drowned muscles as she leisurely eased into the comfortable synchronisation of the rhythm, a tidal wave of adrenaline surging through her veins from the ungodly, sensuous experience.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” his assertive, commanding tone praised her - the telltale, familiar surge of euphoria building within the depths of his stomach, “keep going.” As she persisted in taking the entire span of his hardened, bulging length into her mouth, an inharmonious limerick of profanities circulated the open, desolate area - the eager frustrations of his much-anticipated release gradually consuming him. As the elated surge of delirium proceeded to build within him, one final, zealous thrust into the relaxed depths of her throat tipped him over the metaphorical edge. “Fucking hell, Indie,” his deep, enamored tone rasped as the thick, viscous juices of his cum dripping down her throat, his cadenced thrusts slowing with each lackluster buck of his hips.

Retrieving his now flaccid, saliva-soaked length from between her gloss-coated lips, he tucked himself back into the fabric confines of his boxers. Forcing the stiff, uncooperative zip back up, he spoke again, “that dirty little mouth of yours is going to be the fucking death of me, Indie Routledge.” A complacent, pleased with herself smirk plastered itself across the very foundations of her prominent, doll-like features of her sun-kissed, caramel complexion, satisfied with his reaction. The rough pad of his ring-adorning thumb tenderly swiped across the corner of her mouth - ridding her angelic face of any evidence of their sensuously sinful tryst before placing a soft, loving peck against her full, luscious lips.

A mischievous glint occupied the glistening, amber speckles of her eyes as her dark, coffee-coloured orbs peered upwards into his, “can we stop at Russo’s on our way home and get some twinkies?” It was the most stereotypical, unapologetically Indie thing that the breath-taking brunette had ever uttered; despite being enthralled in her bid to embrace all things devilish, illicit and beyond her years, she still remained angelic, innocently niave and pleased by the simplest of things at heart.

“If that’s what you want, pretty girl.”

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[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

(Becasue people were excited about the FBI au that I may not get to for years, here is what I wrote last night...)

He stood out at the end of the pier, his eyes shut as he listened to the rhythmic pattern of the waves lapping at the wooden support beams. He didn’t need his to open his eyes to see the scene before him: the beautiful view he had woken to every day for the last year: the clear blue skies that were decorated by the thinnest whips of soft white clouds, the azure sheet reflected in the shimmering lake. The surface of the water was scintillating as it caught the glow of the morning sun, the golden light illuminating the greens and yellows of the surrounding trees: pines, picea sitchensis, and quaking aspen. It was like a Bob Ross painting: breathtaking.

The large lodge stood behind him, the dark wood logs of the walls blending into the surroundings. It stretched along the tree line, a small garden patch running along the balcony out the front of the house and framing the house with scattered bushes and low lying plants all frosted over and looked like crystals. It was exactly what they wanted: an escape from everything they’d been through, from Beacon Hills and everything else.

He heard footsteps thud against the wooden boards of the pier as someone walked up behind him. He felt gentle hands lay his jacket over his shoulders before coiling around his waist, enveloping him in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

“Hey, babe,” Stiles muttered, opening his eyes and smiling as he rolled his head back and rested it against Derek’s.

Derek mumbled a soft reply, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to Stiles’ cheek. He felt Stiles’ chest rise as fall as he drew in a deep breath, the way he did when he was about to say something but decided against it. He nuzzled his face into Stiles’ shoulder, feeling the wiry hairs of Stiles’ scruffy beard tickle his face as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Do you ever feel like there’s somewhere else—something else—you should be?”

Derek felt his heart lurch. “Are you…unhappy?”

“God, no,” Stiles blurted out, quickly spinning around and coiling his arms around Derek. He looked up into Derek’s eyes, his dark brown irises glowing like golden honey in the morning light. “I want nothing more than this.”

Derek smiled down at him. “So, where is it that you feel you should be?”

“I don’t know, I graduated the Academy at the top of my class, so I should be off saving the world or something,” Stiles muttered. He looked up at Derek, searching the swirling colours of blue and green in his irises for answers as he asked, “Shouldn’t I?”

“I can’t give you that answer,” Derek replied, his voice quiet, soft and comforting. “If it’s what you feel like you should do, then do it; I will support you all the way.”

“And if it fails?”

“If it fails, then I’ll be here to catch you,” Derek whispered, craning his neck to press a tender kiss to Stiles’ lips. “I promise.”

A soft smile lifted the corners of Stiles’ lips. He opened his mouth to say something when the phone rang inside the lodge, loud enough that they could hear it at the end of the pier.

“I’ll get it,” Derek mumbled, clearly upset that he had to tear himself away from Stiles.

Stiles smiled and watched him go. He had changed over the past year: he still wore his leather jacket and kept his beard trimmed, but he was a lot more relaxed—always running his hands through his hair and staggering about, his hair was tousled and unkempt, and he had taken to wearing sweatpants and jeans that weren’t as tight, but no less snug in all the right places.

Stiles found his mind drifting, not realising his thoughts had drifted until Derek returned, the phone in his hand and held out to Stiles as he said, “It’s for you.”

Stiles lifted it to his ear. “Hello?”

He was quiet as the man on the other line spoke.

He drew in a deep breath and nodded. “I can be there in three hours.”

The office was quiet, the wide windows that ran along the wall overlooked the city scape and the street below. The sound of the world outside—the revving engines of cars, the sound of people shouting, distant sirens, and all the noises of the city—filtered in through the windows.

The man slouched against the back of his chair, rocking it as he picked up the file and flipped through the pieces of paper.

“Who is this Stilinski guy anyway?” Agent Daniels asked.

“Miezsclaw Stilinski,” his colleague—a young woman with flowing blonde hair—recited, “He graduated top of his class, expert in all areas but specialised in behavioural analysis and crime investigation, his father’s the sheriff of Beacon Hills, California—“

She cut off as she looked up at the scruffy-looking man in the doorway. He was dressed in a pair of faded dark grey jeans and a bright red hoodie. He had tousled dark brown hair long and limp and an unkempt and unruly beard. A duffle bag was swung over his shoulder, his hands buried in his pockets as he stepped forward. “Excuse me, I’m looking for S.S.A Wells.”

“He’s in his office,” Mia, the young blonde, answered, pointing the way. “Up those stairs. First office.”

The young man nodded and hurried up the stairs, ignoring the hushed voices behind him. He knocked at the door and waited for the man on the other side to call out before he entered. He stepped into the middle of the office and stood before the desk.

“So, you’re the famous Agent Stilinski,” the man said, a hint of admiration and disappointment in his voice. “Have you read the case I sent you?”

“I read it on the plane, sir,” Stiles replied.

The man behind the desk nodded. He reached into his desk and pulled out a gun and a badge. He set them on his desk and nodded from Stiles to them. “Yours.”

Stiles nodded curtly and collected them.

“I also got these for you,” Agent Wells said, reaching into his desk to produce a small plastic bag. In it, Stiles could notice a razorblade, shaving cream and face wipes. “There’s a bathroom down the hall to your left just out of the offices.”

“Thank you, sir,” Stiles said, collecting the plastic bag and leaving.

  The others in the office watched through the lines of the blinds in Wells’ office, confused and curious about the young man he was talking to.

“Why is Wells talking to a lumberjack?” Daniels muttered.

“I thought you knew better than to question Wells,” Emily, the woman sitting at the desk across from his, asked.

“I’m not questioning him,” Daniels replied defensively.

They fell quiet as the young man emerged from the office, making his way down the small fleet of stairs and walking out of the office.

They remained quiet, each thinking about what had happened and trying to make sense of it all.

Minutes later, the young man returned to the office clean shaven and dressed in the suit he had carried in his duffle bag—neat black pants and matching jacket set over a sky-blue dress shirt, the top few buttons still hanging open. His long hair had been combed back to look neat and his badge and gun strapped to his belt.

He smiled as he stepped over to their side, burying his hands in his pockets.

Wells made his way downstairs, handing the young man a manila folder before turning to the others. His gruff voice was firm, his composure like a soldier’s, his words hitting them so hard their jaws nearly hit the ground. 

“Everyone, this is Agent Stilinski.”