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Loveless: Chapter 5

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Smut!! Finally!, Sub/Dom Themes, Choking, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Oral, Fingering, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Slapping, Dirty Talk, Sir!Kink, Degrading Names, Intercourse, Comedy Word Count: 5,652

"Dang, now I wish that I was the one who waited in the car."

"Taehyung did, too, you idiot. You don't see him getting laid, now do you?"

"Guys I'm right here."

You opened your eyes, blinking as you tried to get used to the light. You were faintly aware of the body you were pressed against you, your form hugging Namjoon's, who was still in a deep sleep, soft snores escaping his parted lips. Surrounding your bed were six men.

Your vision cleared, seeing a few of them scruffed up, with bandages or wounds, but nevertheless alive.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, jumping from Namjoon's side to hug the men, wrapping your arms around each as you cradled their faces and examined their wounds, a rush of relief and happiness filling you. "I'm so glad you're ok! I was so worried and I tried to convince Agent B and V to go back because I didn't want to abandon you and I didn't know if you were alive and I- fuck, I'm just really relieved."

You wrapped your arms tightly around Jungkook at that moment, turning back to examine his face. "How's the leg?" you question, your thumb brushing over his busted lip. It wasn't much, just a bit of a cut, and he's had worse, but you couldn't help but fret.

Jungkook simply chuckled. "Good as new. Jin snuck me into one of the medical centers and got it taken care of."

You should've figured. Bullets were nothing for someone as brilliant as Jin, and you had no doubt he'd be able to fix all the scrapes and cuts you eight had gotten once you settle in.

Namjoon coughed from behind you, seemingly awake from when you had gotten up. "Er, Y/N, I'm sorry to tell you this but I think you ought to get back into the covers."

"What?" You look down, realizing you're still in the panties and shirt you had slept in the night before. You hadn't thought of it last night, simply grabbing clothes that were prepared in the drawers, and you didn't even think of it when you went to Namjoon's room or talked to Taehyung, seeing as it was dark and everyone was too tired to realize.

You dive back under the covers, your face red, slowly realizing what the conversation earlier was about. "Uh, that wasn't what it looked like. Nothing happened last night."

"Sure about that? I know Agent B here can be quite the perv when he feels like it," Hoseok comments, hitting Namjoon lightly on the shoulder.

Namjoon scowls, red-faced as well. "Uh-huh, sure. Seriously, she just couldn't sleep last night, so-"

"You kept her occupied?" Jimin snickered.

"Helped tire her out?" Jungkook joined in.

"No, trust me, nothing happened. I know from my mission with Agent B in Columbia that he doesn't exactly know how to keep quiet," Taehyung assures everyone.

"As if you were any better in Australia!"

"Look, I had a crush on Ariel when I was younger. What else was I supposed to do when I was face to face with a mermaid? Not fulfill my fifth-grade fantasies?"

"You jacked off to The Little Mermaid when you were ten?" Yoongi questioned.

"Actually now that I think about it, it was Ursala. But I didn't come across any squid ladies in Australia," Taehyung corrected himself. "And no, I didn't jack off to a Disney movie!"

"And all this time I thought Jimin was the one with the tentacle fetish," you whisper to yourself.

"I do not have a tentacle fetish!" Jimin fired back.

"I saw the anime girl body pillow, Jimin. I know you watched tentacle porn."

"Everyone's watched it! It's just one of those things you look at out of curiosity. Kind of like 'Why do people get turned on by this?' the same way you wonder how someone finds feet or pissing sexy. It was a one-time thing and I didn't get a boner from it. Also, you keep Jabami Yumeko out of this!"

"Literally everyone in Kakegurui is gay, idiot," you say, rolling your eyes. "She even wears the lesbian ring."

"What's a lesbian ring?" Jungkook asked.

"If a woman wears a ring on her thumb she's gay."

"I don't think her wearing a thumb ring makes her a lesbian," Jimin cut in.

"Yeah it does, look it up!" You huff, shaking your head. "The whole point of that show is gambling lesbians."

"Man, you guys are weebs," Hoseok grumbles under his breath.

"Whatever, she's hot, ok?" Jimin rolled his eyes.

"You're just saying that because of that one scene where she acts like a cat," Taehyung cuts in.

"Dear god, not you too." Hoseok facepalms.

"That scene was pretty hot. Not that I'm a furry or anything," you admit.

"GUYS!"

Everyone turns to Yoongi, his gaze burning as he glares at everyone. He pulls out a thick stack of paper, tossing it onto the bed. "If everyone here is done talking about the newest 'waifu' or whatever it is you losers call it, I think it'd be best to discuss what we've brought back from the agency. More accurately, stolen."

You pick up the first piece of paper, furrowing your brows. "Yoongi, what are these?"

"Your medical records. AKA test results."

It was a weird sight, seeing eight people sitting on the ground, surrounding a coffee table, paperwork covering every inch of surface area. One might think it was a college study group. But no, each letter contributed to describing the torture and pain you went through during the experimentations, detailing your DNA and comparing past records. It described everything from the new strains caused by whatever had been injected into you to the consistency of your discharge. You had to give it to the EAA bastards- they were thorough.

You were in the middle of wondering when they held a ruler up to your vagina to measure it in centimeters when Namjoon cuts in. "At least we can confirm what had happened that night. It appears here that Jashwi injected her own DNA into Y/N."

"Like her own venom or something? Did she infect her like a vampire?" Jungkook pondered. "Like Twilight?"

"I don't think so." Hoseok shook his head, glowering down at the paper in his hand. "If that were the case she'd be fully changed into one of them. She's still human, but it does appear that she's slowly changing. Or at least a part of her is. Kind of like combining if that makes sense?"

"Is that why she doesn't seem to be getting any better?" Jin held up a particular document, though you didn't bother trying to strain your eyes to read the tiny print from a distance. "According to these, they tried to revert her and cure her with anything they had. She didn't seem to benefit from any nutriment, from food to medicine."

"Maybe it's because they're looking at it from a human perspective," Yoongi wondered aloud. "You said before she was changing, or at least a part of her has. What if what changed, or at least one of the things, was what she fed on?"

"Well, she doesn't seem to feed on food. So the bright side at least is that we have more rations for ourselves," Jin shrugged.

You socked him in the arm. "Gee, that's one way to look at it, asshole."

"What? We've got to be optimistic!"

"We have to remember everything Jashwi told us about her people. About the Anancites," Namjoon hums. "Does anyone remember any information that might be useful?"

"She's a scientist who used to rule her planet apparently. And her boyband was called a rapture," Taehyung offered. "Oh, and they shared a telepathic bond. Apparently."

"They're able to manipulate elements and have powers. Jashwi possessed the power of water, so if you're going to get any superpowers, Y/N, it'll probably be that." Jimin smiled at the thought. "Hey, you'll be like an avatar!"

"I don't think I have the strength in me to even walk down the block, much less bend water," you tell him truthfully.

"Anything on feeding?" Namjoon questioned.

"She said it was mutually beneficial for both parties. So I doubt it'd be anything like cannibalism or sucking blood. We can rule vampire out," Hoseok offered.

"What if we look through the documents and see if they list any similarities between the newly injected DNA and a species we're familiar with?" you questioned.

"Brilliant!" Namjoon fished through some of them, but it turned out to be Taehyung who found the right sheet of paper.

Taehyung analyzed the information, taking it in as he tried to decipher it. He was an engineer, not a biologist by any means. "Ok, I think this is it. I'll look for what's the most similar. She's definitely not a mermaid, but if she is able to bend water that would be close enough, in my opinion."

"Negative towards any ghosts. That includes poltergeists, ghouls, and banshees. Same for anything of the fairy clans. Rules out gnomes, pixies, elves, dwarves, and whatever tiny freaks you can think of," Jungkook continued, leaning over to examine the paper from behind Taehyung's shoulder.

"Skip to what seems closest, why don't you?" Yoongi inquired.

"Closest seems to be the succubi and incubi. Sirens are close as well." Taehyung's brow furrowed. "But the Anancites didn't look anything like those..."

"I think you've got to look at what seems similar. What do they all share in common?" Hoseok asked.

Silence consumed the room. Everyone thought the same thing, but no one wanted to say it.

"Sex," you say. "It's obvious. The succubi and incubi feed off of sexual energy and having sex with humans. Sirens sing to sailors about love and sex to draw them to kill themselves."

"But none of those species benefit the other when they're feeding." Namjoon wore a puzzled look on his face, as though trying to wrap his head around the idea. "The sex demons feed off the humans and take their energy from them, and sirens eat the dead bodies of the sailors who jumped overboard."

"That's why the Anancite DNA isn't completely similar, perhaps. There are small differences. Besides, sex typically, or at least should be, beneficial for both parties," you offered.

"Wait let me get this straight," Jimin said, pausing. "You're trying to say that instead of feeding off of food or blood, there's a possibility you feed off of... sex?"

Your face turned red. "I mean, this is a whole new species, Agent P. We're lucky it's even something that is... obtainable. Besides, I never said that, but it's a possibility. And a high one, at that. You never know until you try."

There's another moment of silence. At that moment you wanted to die.

"So... one of us will have to have sex with you, is that it?" Hoseok questioned.

"Don't say it like it's going to be a burden!" you snap.

"I don't know, you're pretty bony right now. You'll probably poke one of us in the eye," Yoongi chuckled.

"I'm not going to elbow anyone doing doggy style, you absolute twat," you fired back.

"Wait, so we're seriously going to do this?" Jungkook questioned, his eyes wide as he looked about the room.

"I mean no one's running a train on her or anything. Not yet," Jimin joked. "But from the looks of it... yeah. I doubt we'll just be able to walk out and get her a guy. It'll have to be one of us."

"Why don't we ask her then?" Taehyung looked over to you, and at that moment you realized you had to answer.

"Oh, ok, so... Fuck, it's weird with all of you staring at me!" You made eye contact with each man, their gazes pinned on you. "Look, to put it lightly I wouldn't mind it being anyone. I like all of you equally, as friends and... in an attractive way. I'm not opposed to anyone, so..." You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by your confession.

"Alright... That's good to know," Namjoon said, coughing awkwardly.

"Alright? Dude she said she wanted all of us to nail her!" Jimin whisper joked.

"Not at the same time, idiot!" You tossed some papers over to him but were unable to stay mad at him for long, despite his ribbing.

"You sure that wouldn't be weird for you or anything? Like, sleeping with a coworker?" Jungkook questioned.

"Former coworker. And no, I slept with Jimin," you answered.

"You too?" Taehyung offered a hand, and you high fived him.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Jin questioned, eyes bugging out of his head. "You both slept with Jimin?"

"Technically three," Yoongi offered, raising his hand slightly.

"Wait, who here has slept with Jimin?" Hoseok questioned, having you, Taehyung, and Yoongi raise your hands.

"Guys, can we not reveal my sexual exploits?" Jimin whined, face beet red.

"You deserve it, asshole," you tease, sticking your tongue out.

"Where'd you do it?" Taehyung asked, his eyes glimmering with questions.

"Office, over the desk. You?"

"I was drunk so it was behind the bar. Not bad, though."

"Nice," you offered, nodding as you turned to Yoongi. "And you, Agent Dick?"

"Uh, I don't kiss and tell," Yoongi grunts.

"Thank you!" Jimin lets out a rush of relief, a sigh escaping his lips as he prayed for you and Taehyung to quit oversharing.

"Sure thing, bottom," Yoongi responded.

"He was a bottom for you?" you and Taehyung questioned in unison, shocked.

"Ok, enough about Jimin whoring himself out to everyone in the agency," Hoseok interrupted. "Aren't we supposed to talk about... er... Y/N?"

It was silent again.

"Alright, I'm going to go to my room for a bit because I think this is a decision you guys should make on your own. I have a feeling it'll be even weirder if I'm here, and I know I won't be able to make the decision. Seriously, though, I'm completely cool with whoever, so surprise me or whatever. It's not weird unless we make it weird, right? I'll let you guys decide amongst yourselves. Surprise me!"

You departed, leaving the boys to themselves.

"So... I guess we should ask first if anyone doesn't want to..." Namjoon trailed off.

"Sleep with Y/N?" Yoongi offered bluntly.

"Er- yeah," Namjoon coughed awkwardly. There was no show of hands, and he only sighed. "Guess that doesn't make anything easier. Figured."

"Wouldn't the logical choice be Jimin if they already had sex?" Hoseok questioned. "They already had sex, that would make her more comfortable with it, wouldn't it?"

"Things got a little awkward afterward," Jimin admitted. "We survived, of course, but... Well, my concern is if everyone would be alright with the prospect of something like that? It'd be weird, wouldn't it? A group and two of them are screwing. Seven guys and one girl."

"I think it's a bit too soon to propose a gangbang," Jin admitted. "Besides, I'd like to think most of us will be able to handle ourselves. We're adult men."

"But what if feelings get hurt?" Jimin questioned.

There was a moment of silence.

Taehyung could feel a few eyes on him in particular. He glowered, staring back. "As though any of you are any better. We're all here for a reason, so don't be hypocrites. Besides, I could separate my feelings from helping. There's no guarantee."

"No one said anything about that," Jungkook said, embarrassed. "And we know. We'd all have to separate our feelings. It'd be unfair to Agent Q otherwise."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"What about you, Namjoon?" Jin questioned. "You've known her longest."

Namjoon blushed, his ears turning a bright red. "W-W-Well, I mean, I... Well, what about you? You've been flirting with her and telling her you wanted to nail her for years."

"I'm not denying it," Jin said, raising his hands in defense. "And I'm not going to say no if it's me, either."

"But?" Yoongi inquired.

"But I think there's a few in this group who would... I don't know, be more deserving? That sounds wrong, but you know what I mean. She's not a prize, and we shouldn't attach our own reasons or feelings to this, but there are better options I guess."

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi pressed on, narrowing his eyes.

Jin sighed, giving up at trying to figure out his words. "I don't know... Wait, why do you want to do this anyway? You bicker with her all the time. You act like you hate her anyway."

"I clearly don't hate her if I'm here. Besides, as much of a dumbass as she can act once or twice, I'm attracted. It's purely biological," Yoongi shrugged.

"Alright, it definitely can't be you," Hoseok said, shaking his head.

Yoongi shrugged again, uncaring. "I'm alright with whatever, same as Agent C. The difference is that I don't think anyone has more right to this 'opportunity' as some of you might think of it to be. The fact is we all are attracted to her and I'm not going to call anyone out but everyone here has feelings or something strong enough to have brought them here in the first place. We'd want to sleep with her regardless. It's only a coincidence this could help. I do think we have to try to separate our feelings, however. Jungkook was right- it's not fair to Y/N. You heard her- she can't pick between any of us. I don't think even sex will change that. We can't pretend like we just want her as a piece of meat either since we all care about her. We aren't dimwitted enough to believe that lie, and neither is she. So we'll take what we can get and keep going along. The most important thing though will be to act civil, regardless of who it is."

"Yoongi's right," Namjoon nodded. "About all of that. No one is more or less deserving. The important thing is to do this without feelings and act civil. Like it's all just business."

Jungkook raised his hand, earning a sigh from Namjoon. Once he had the attention, he coughed, clearing his throat. "We still need to decide who it is, though."

Hoseok sighed, "We're well aware."

"So why don't we just... not pick?"

"What do you mean?" Taehyung questioned, furrowing his brows.

Jungkook pulled out a stack of cards, pulling them out of the box to shuffle them. "Does everyone here know how to play Speed?"

"I've gotta admit, I'm a little surprised you're the one they chose."

Hoseok shrugged, closing the door behind him with his foot. "You won't like the method we used. Trust me when I say it wasn't a vote."

"Oh?" You quirked a brow, interested. "How'd you guys decide?"

"We played cards."

"Let me guess- Agent Z?"

"How'd you know?" Hoseok questioned, truly impressed.

You simply shrugged, "Lucky guess, I suppose."

"I like the robe, by the way," Hoseok said, pointing to the fluffy white robe you adorned. He felt his ears get pink, knowing that you were more than likely wearing nothing underneath.

"Thank you! Provided by the hotel instead of the CIA, though they've got an old lady outfit stored inside the fake plant in the bathroom, so there's that. I'm sure if I spend a bit more time I'll be able to find at least five more prepared disguises. And just so you know I completely intend on stealing all the shit I can in this hotel before we have to skip ahead to the next one."

He nodded understandingly but was only half listening to what you were saying. Typically he was a very good listener, but he was still trying to process what was happening. The fact it was him of all people. Jin had been flirting with you since the beginning of time. You knew Namjoon first, and you had already slept with Jimin. Taehyung had basically been in love with you since the two of you met. Sure, Hoseok was very attracted to you, (and more) but he wasn't familiar with the act of screwing a colleague. He had determined long ago that wouldn't happen between the two of you, yet here he was.

"Sit here," you say, patting the spot next to you on the bed. Hoseok does so, nervous but compliant. You squint your eyes, your hand coming up to hold his face as you analyzed him. He suspected you would kiss him, but instead, you keep staring at him, as though searching.

"What're you doing?" he questioned, confused.

"Reading you."

"What, like a psychic?"

"No, it's just..." You paused, licking your lips before flitting your eyes back to his. "Hoseok, you can do anything you want to me tonight."

He froze. That was not what he was expecting.

"I'm giving you full control," you continue, taking one of his hands in your own before bringing it to the back of your head. He lets his hand rest on the back of your neck for a moment. "I want you to be in charge. I'll do whatever you say, and you can do whatever you want. No restrictions."

"Didn't think you'd be into this kinky stuff," he said nervously, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Didn't think you'd be, either," you say. Before he can analyze or read into your words, your lips are pressed against his. His lids flutter closed, your lips bruising against his with a certain amount of ferocity. He feels himself getting into a rhythm, his hand slowly snaking up your hair. You keen at his touch, moaning into his mouth when he makes a tight fist, yanking at your hair.

His eyes bug out, and he lets go. "Shit, sorry, I-"

"Do it again," you say, returning his hand to your scalp.

"W-What?"

"I meant it when I said I wanted you to take control," you tell him, staring him dead in the eye to show how serious you were.

"Yeah, but I don't want to hurt you, and I respect you and-"

"I know that A. I do. It's because you respect me that I want you to take control. I want you to dominate me. To hurt me," you inform him, sighing at the sight of him frozen at your words. You take a deep breath to explain yourself. "Have you ever felt as though you weren't in control? Like many of the choices in your life weren't really made by you, but for you? Like you're sort of just following others' whims?"

"Yeah," Hoseok admitted, thinking back to his mistakes. His parents dying. Stumbling upon a secret agency. Having his childhood ripped out from under him as he was trained not to feel, but to kill. "I have."

"So wouldn't it feel good to exert a bit of control over one aspect of your life? Even if it's just for a few minutes? Even if it's just over sex?"

What you were saying made sense. "What about you, though?"

You smiled, as though expecting the question. "For me, I put the control in someone else's hands. They get to have the control and I won't have to deal with it. I put myself in the hands of someone I trust."

"You trust me that much?"

"I do," you confirm, a coy smile on your lips. "I meant it when I said you could do whatever you wanted to me. I'll do whatever you say. I want you to take control. To dominate me. To hurt me."

"Fuck, you're a masochist," he hissed, finally getting a firm grip on your hair and tugging it back, making you arch into his touch as you hissed in pain.

"Only if you're a sadist," you responded, your lips returning to his in a searing hiss.

He groaned, flipping over to roll on top of you, continuing to kiss you as he pressed his body against yours. It was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue, and he keened at the feeling of you following his movements, letting him control the movements.

He had sex with women before but never before were they so blunt and open about what they wanted. Typically they just assumed he'd know or communicate small things. He'd have to guess he was doing something right, listening to what little they'd give him.

But you... it was as though those few seconds that were spent staring at him, reading him, were put to good use. It was as though you had read what carnal desires he had suppressed deep down, and unleashing it.

You moved your hands to touch him, but he slapped your hands away, pinning your wrists above your head. "Don't touch me," he growled. A bit of panic spread over him, unused to talking to you, one of his closest friends, in that manner.

Instead, you looked at him in a lustful manner, your eyes glazed as you nodded obediently. "Yes, sir."

Fuck, he felt his dick twitch at that.

He let go of your wrists, and true to your word, you kept them in place. He straddled your hips, slowly undoing the knot on your robe and opening it. He sucked in a breath, seeing you fully naked. The number of times he had jerked off to the thought of you like this, naked beneath him, was stupendously high. He couldn't believe that all of his darkest fantasies were coming true. You, so submissive, so unlike yourself, ready for him to do whatever he wished with you.

"You're beautiful," he whispered beneath his breath, slowly spreading your legs wider as he shuffled between them. You were wet already.

"Didn't take you as the mushy type."

You yelped, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he swatted your mound, the sound of the harsh slap echoing throughout the room. You attempted to close your legs together, but he kept them spread open with his own, giving you another punishing slap.

"Would you rather I call you a dirty slut?" he questioned between gritted teeth.

From the way you bit your lip, letting the tender flesh roll from between your teeth, he took it as a yes.

He gave you one more firm smack before he started rubbing his hand up and down your folds, gathering your wetness. He hummed, pleased, letting your engorged clit slide between his fingers as he continued to tease you. "I think you like me spanking your pretty pussy. Calling you a slut."

You nodded eagerly, hips bucking up for a bit more friction in contrast to his light touch.

"You'll take what I give you," Hoseok growled, his other hand coming to your lower stomach to pin you down as he inserted a finger, pumping it into you. As expected you gasped, trying to buck your hips again, only to have Hoseok keep you pinned to the bed. "Understood, slut?"

You failed to answer, moaning as he inserted another finger, scissoring you.

Hoseok glared at you, the hand on your stomach reaching up to your throat, squeezing lightly as a warning. "I believe I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

You hummed, and he could feel the vibrations against the palm of his hand. "Yes, sir," you said, compliant once again. "I'll take what you give me."

"Good girl," he said, letting go of your throat. He went down, laying on his stomach as he hitched your thighs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He maintained eye contact with you, his lips making contact with your bud. You gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back at his movements as his tongue ran through your folds. "Eyes on me," he reminded you, nails digging into your thighs.

He continued, tasting every drop you had to offer, amazed with how good you tasted. Your heels dug into his upper back, trying to draw him impossibly closer. He enjoyed seeing you like this, trying to maintain eye contact despite how you yearned to toss your head back and let your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out wanton moans with every swipe of his tongue, mewls escaping your lips as he sucked harshly on your clit.

He removed one of his arms from under your legs, inserting two fingers inside of you once more, making a come hither movement. The stimulation of your g-spot with the feeling of his mouth on your clit was becoming too much. Your hands reached down, curling into his hair as you tugged at his scalp similarly to how he did yours.

"Fuck, I'm go-gonna-"

Suddenly it all stopped, Hoseok pulling back from between your legs, watching as your orgasm was ripped from you, dying with each second he didn't spend buried in your head. He watched how desperate you seemed, staring him in the eyes as he licked his fingers of your arousal, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Helplessness was a good look on you, he had to admit. It made his cock twitch in his pants, seeing you like this, knowing it was all because of him.

"I told you before: you take what I give you." He's quicker than you can process, flipping you over on your hands and knees as he gathers your hair in a ponytail, cranking it back as his hands give bruising slaps to both cheeks. "And I also believe I told you not to touch me."

"I'm sorry, sir!" you wailed, the battery continuing as he made sure to redden each cheek, the spanks raining down on you. You were sure you wouldn't be able to even sit down properly tomorrow, each seat you take a reminder of his reprimand. "I won't do it again sir! Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry!"

"I know you are," he said in a soothing voice, rubbing soothing circles in the places where he did the most damage, his voice soft. He gently rolls you over, wiping away some of the tears that had come along with your punishment. "You took it very well. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"S-Sir, please," you sniffed, enjoying the feeling of his thumb wiping away the tears as you tried to compose yourself.

"What is it?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Anything for you." He was quick to pull his pants off, with his boxers following closely after. You spread your legs invitingly, a sound of impatience escaping your lips as he teased you, running the head of his cock along your folds. Finally, he slides in, both of you letting out a moan of pleasure. He could feel every ridge of you as you squeezed tightly around him, and you focused on the pleasurable burn of him sliding into you for the first time.

"You're so big," you cooed, your lids fluttering. It had admittedly been a while since you slept with anyone. Partially because of business and partially because of the fact you were kept in a fucking lab.

Hoseok begins to pump himself into you, his grip tight on your thighs as he fucked you with earnest. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels pressing into him as though to drive him deeper into him. He was already impossibly deep, kissing your cervix with every push. It was when he began to stimulate the bundle of nerves that you were really becoming undone.

"Fuck, Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok!"

"That's right, scream my name," he grunted, drilling deeper into you. He reached behind, his hand sliding behind your head to yank at your hair once more, a knowing smirk gracing his features as you let out a familiar hiss of pleasure. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be my little slut?"

"Yes, sir, fuck!" You were becoming depraved, mouth gaping open as your eyes rolled back. "Harder, please."

Your wish was his command, and before long his hips slammed into your own, no doubt with a bruising force. Hoseok's hand wrapped around your pretty little throat, squeezing harder than before, restricting airflow.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he questioned, his other hand toying with your clit as he maintained his pace, brutally abusing your g-spot. It came up to give you a slap across the cheek, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight of you letting him. "Are you gonna cream all over me and get nice and messy for me?"

You nodded eagerly, thighs shaking around him as you tilted your head back, back arching with grace as you came. Hoseok fucked you through it, letting go of your throat. The influx of oxygen only increased the pleasure, the orgasm having been built up from being denied before.

Hoseok now chased his own high, using your body as a toy as he felt himself nearing climax. You simply stared at him with that hazy look in your eye, letting him use you, true to your word.

Let go, Hoseok.

He felt himself spill into you, his breath heavy as he drained himself into you. You took all of it, eyes trained on him as he collapsed beside you.

He looked over to you, his fingertips brushing over your neck. "Damn, you're definitely going to have marks in the morning."

You shrugged. "Let them know I like choking. Who doesn't? I'm pretty sure it's in with the college kids nowadays. Besides, if you think that's bad, you should see what you did to my ass. I won't be able to sit for a week."

"Sorry, was that too much?"

"Not at all," you cooed, toying with the strands of his hair. "It felt good to let go, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it did."

"I'm going to pee, and I suggest you do too. Then round two."

"Yeah... Wait already?"

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hey, i’m finally getting to this! i’ve got... lots of sole survivors, to be quite honest. but getting decent screenshots of them all and organizing all their narratives/canons/stories is just too much so i’m just doing this for one of them (tho we’ll see), who needs some fleshing out and who i luv a lot

using @dulcetvalentine’s format! (with some miiinor modifications)

Sole Party, Day 1

Name: Ruby Yamamoto

Age/Date of birth: 29, December 15th, 2047 Hair color: Black Height: 5′8.5″ Weight: 130 lbs. (pre-war), 152 lbs. (over time in the commonwealth, built up a lot of muscle mass) Gender: cis female Sexuality: biromantic, bisexual Factions: Minutemen (General), Railroad (agent, code name: Bullseye) Nationality: Japanese (third generation), American

Good traits: empathetic, understanding, non-judgmental, friendly, intelligent, hardworking, discerning, sentimental

Flaws: heavily self-critical, holds a grudge/passive aggressive, uncompromising, abrupt, overly idealistic, overemotional (in a sense that she can be prone to anger or annoyance), opportunistic, impulsive

Relationships: Nathaniel Parker (husband [pre-war], deceased), Curie (girlfriend, eventual wife)

Closest friends: Nick, MacCready, Deeks, Piper, Danse (how their relationship fairs with the whole BoS thing is still ~eh~)

Friends: Preston, Cait, Hancock, Jun, Marcy, Mr. Sturges “The Sturgeon” Handyman, Edward Deegan

Background/general info: Born and bred in Maine as the firstborn child and daughter to two second generation Japanese-American parents, Julia and Victor Yamamoto. Had two younger brothers, Aaron and Jasper, and a younger sister, Lucy. Her paternal grandparents also lived with her family. Lived a pretty normal and comfortable life in a small town where her mother worked as an elementary school teacher and her father ran the family supermarket (the biggest in the town, but still not that big lmao). Jasper died by drowning in a lake while ice-skating when he was nine and Ruby was fourteen, and she never forgave herself for it, thinking she should have watched him better.

When little, Ruby wanted to be an ~artist~ who would spend all her time painting wintry landscapes and such, and while she was quite talented when it came to art, her parents weren’t all that convinced or impressed by her convictions for anything that of fun or hobby. Ruby, though heartbroken, then changed her plans, wanting to follow in her mother’s footsteps of education, but something higher in the field, like a professor at a university. Her parents were happier, but still discouraging. They wanted their children to accomplish and succeed, of course, but they were also conflicted, afraid of them going off into the very dangerous world at the time - ideally, they just wanted them to take over the family store and stay in the tiny little Maine town forever, staying out of the mess the world was turning into. Ruby was adamant about leaving, though, feeling very constricted in her tiny community.

She took an unexpected (and unauthorized) trip down to Massachusetts and New York the summer she turned eighteen, and it was the first time she’d ever really traveled that far. The trip was fun, but also a negative wake-up call to the state of the world for her. She went and did her thing with her friends, movies and restaurants and clubbing and such, but she was also heavily despaired by the rampant brutality and suffering among the city populations (Ruby the SJW was born lmao). It was like a switch turned on in her mind, and just like that she knew she wanted to - or had to at least try - to make a change, but she didn’t want to just tackle the small stuff that wouldn’t help overall, she wanted to go BIG, getting involved with the government and higher ups so she could make and influence major decisions and changes that could benefit the people. Thus, she went to college and university to study law, with the intent of entering the political sphere eventually. At the time of the bombs falling, she was employed by city hall as lawyer, a position she specifically sought out in order to make necessary interpersonal and political connections and relationships.

She met Nathaniel at an a Massachusetts airport on the way home to Maine to visit her family for Christmas. It was like the 24th, Ruby had just gotten to caught up with classes and work and such and was only just then able to make it home - Nathaniel was interning for business and had an uncompromising boss who sucked as much free labour out of the poor dude as he could, thus why he was making it home so late, too. They were both on the same flight, which was relatively small, and the two just clicked, talking the entire way. Nathaniel was this backwater country bumpkin (by which I mean he lived in a cabin with his mom in the middle of nowhere in a forest) and had grown up a few towns/couple dozen miles from where Ruby had lived. He was pretty dorky and down-to-earth in a way that endeared Ruby, and that was that (I... may elaborate more later): they dated all through the remaining years of uni and got married towards the end of Ruby completing her degree. Nathaniel had been going for a business degree originally (to impress his city-dwelling father) but eventually dropped that and changed his major to idk environmental science (because that hippy dippy forest boy wanted to help protect nature n stuff that was being destroyed by, like, everything), but he did not finish his degree because 1.) his ma got sick, so he took time off to take care of her despite her wishing he hadn’t, 2.) by the time he got back to the uni, shit was goin’ down up north so he signed himself up in the army. After coming home and settling down with his family again, he intended to go back and gain his degree, but the bombs ensured that never happened. Shaun didn’t come for another year or two+ after the marriage - Ruby wanted to make sure she had a stable, solid job before any talk of kids occurred, and even then Shaun was a surprise.

Hm... more rando info...

-Ruby doesn’t realllllly enjoy the big city too much, in comparison to her quiet, close-knit community life growing up, but it’s not so bad and she realizes the benefits (and costs) of it.

-She used to like skating A LOT, thing with Jasper happened - notta. Hasn’t attempted it since to the point where even Nathaniel can’t get her on the ice.

-She doesn’t actually need glasses to see all that much (only near-sighted to the tiniest of degrees), but they make her look cute, so why not?

-She found that sailor’s hat in a trunk in Sanctuary Hills on her first day, and hasn’t taken it off since. Never seen without it - people wonder if it’s permanently glued to her head.

-Not noticeable on any of the pictures above, but she has a long-ass gash scar down the left side of her face, courtesy a la deathclaw some months after living in the commonwealth. She also has a sizable birthmark on the left of her face, down her neck.

-Severely dislikes chems and their usage, but doesn’t fault those who are addicted to it.

-She’s goddamn obsessed with the Perfectly Preserved Pie. She knows she shouldn’t eat it. She knows she shouldn’t spend so long trying to get it from the machine. She knows she shouldn’t be using so many molotovs to break the machine open. Does that stop her? No.

-She and Curie eventually adopt a baby and name her Marie.

-SHE LOVES FLOWERS! To like, an embarrassing extent. Her clothes were covered in the flowery patterns before the war, like e v e r y t h i n g was floral to some degree. She also keeps a huge book of pressed flowers from around the Commonwealth and likes to wander off to add to it or draw flowers n stuff alone sometimes.

-Her Japanese heritage is quite important to her - she was always asking her grandparents about the country and family history and reading up about it. Wanted to visit Japan at some point in her life, but never got the chance to what with school and then the bombs.

Weapon of choice: molotovs, plasma grenades and mines, and a heavy duty laser rifle named “The Cambridge Special”

SPECIAL stats: Strength 6 Perception 5 Endurance 7 Charisma 9 Intelligence 5 Agility 2 Luck 3

okkkaay i think that’s it for this post! l... on... g.... but fun!! i definitely got a better idea of her character from this - luv my clueless lil small town girl. gonna get on to those other posts about her now!!!!!!!!

#sole survivor #sole party #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #riley shit #i... use.... nathaniel........... for all of my sole survivor's husbands................ i Like The Name A Lot okay #ALSO SORRY!!!!! ! for the shite screenshots...... my laptop just like. cannot process textures in the game worth shit so yeah.#also getting decent lighting and poses and expressions n shit in this game just like........... no my dude #also her face in the last shot #just -_____-#lmaooooooooooooooo

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