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quinn finally learns shadow magic wizard101 servers proceed to crash 2 seconds later
#txt#convinced this was his fault smh my head#game couldn't process it#no bc right after i finished the quest i went#'how does this affect his lore'#then the game fucking crashed. like. HJDSNJDAG HE'S JUST DEAD NOW??#his other mom (gma raven) forbids it so she ended the spiral and w101 shut down forever#turning the game being down into a bit instead of whatever is going on in the official discord server#the game blew up i eated it
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Actually you know what I can't make up my mind so I'm going to make it a poll. That said, I reserve the right to treat this like a coin flip wherein if I look at the end result and go "oh actually I wanna do the other thing" then that is what I'll do
Anyways
#dragonfable#help me out here because I cannot make my mind up at ALL#I haven't done a proper Book One replay since before the timeline was released#I did book one vid the classic 'explore and find things yourself' method#I found Ravenloss via the secret tunnel in the mayor's office and it blew my mind#I didn't find the wind orb until after I'd done darkness light and ice#I'm v curious about what the experience will be like in chronological order#meanwhile AQC is the only main AE game I've not played any plot for#and I've been meaning to get to it#I will eventually do both these things I just can't decide which to do first#and it has to be one or the other at a time because the likelihood is whichever it is will eat my brain until completion
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darkest dungeon is sooooo fun I'm so bad at it but it's so fun
#RIPS OPEN SHIRT TO REVEAL INNER SHIRT THAT READS 'I ❤️ TURN BASED BATTLE SYSTEMS THAT AREN'T REAL TIME BASED'#i didn't think I'd enjoy it just because. the rotting and decaying vibe is usually not my thing. but it's played up so much in this game#that it's kindof hilarious#i have like no money all the time all my characters hit for jack and shit damage i had three bad bitches die already but im havingthe tim#e of my life#shout out to the plague doctor bitch who started out with a simultaneous god complex and extreme self loathing#and had a penalty to ranged attacks despite being in a fully ranged class#who lasted all of two excursions before getting a heart attack and dying of stress. she was so iconic.#but yeah i love strategizing and thinking things through. the game is hard-- there are a lot of moving parts to keep track of#but bc it's turn based you can kinda keep track of them and strategize at your own pace#so basically it never feels fully unfair. and even if you eat shit and TPK it's not the end of the world#aside from the plague doctor who blew up and acted likw she didn't know nobody my favourite classes so far have been#the paladin and the cleric. also i got the dlc and the shieldbuster(?) class is crazy good#my posts#OH also i love the class thats just a guy and his dog.#not much damage without setup but being able to take hits in place of a beat up ally while having a super dodge status is so fun
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man the more time passes and the more i think about it the more i think yαkuza 8 just totally ruined my feelings about the series from here on out. i just think that shit sucked so bad. whatta dissapointment
#like the fact i have no desire to play a MAJIMA game. insane.#i will eventually just thinking about 8 pisses me off so much#and by and large i enjoyed most of the actual playing it#but the story and character stuff was just atrotious#esp with kiryu like- all the pieces are set up for you perfectly to make something great for him and ya blew it#it just like what are you gonna do with majima now? bc im concerned you are going to eat major ass like you did w kiryu
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Hangman
Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!reader
Summary: What's a broke girl to do when her university bills keep piling up and a sadistic Salesman offers to take all her problems away? All at one tiny little price.
Warning: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Kidnapping, SociallyAnxious!Reader, Blindfolds, Stalking, Knives, Blood, Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Suicide, Restraints, Anxiety, Smut (+18) mdni, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Erotophonophilia, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Dacryphillia, Sadomasochism, Oral Sex (m!rec), Deepthroating, Blood Kink
A/N: I'm not responsible for the media you consume

You hadn't initially intended on slitting your own wrist. That idea was birthed almost vicariously in the moment. If he hadn't stopped you, your corpse would have been found laying on a park bench, covered in its own wet blood that would have been dripping from its open wrist like a faucet. Surely his proposition would be better than that.
With your vision obstructed by a heavy blindfold, your hearing is ten times more prominent. You hear the sound of your own breathing, as if your body was taunting you with all the life it still begrudgingly held inside it. You also heard heavy yet elegant footsteps cross a marble floor. Then you hear the scratch of a vinyl as the very sounds of an orchestra bleeds into the atmosphere.
"Hello," said the Man in the gray suit who had accosted you in the park. You remember the way in which he had sat beside you.
No one had ever sat beside you. Not even any of your peers that roamed the university. Everything about your countenance was so worried and severe. You wore your money problems on your sleeves and that evidently warded off any chance of a social life you had hoped to have.
The moon was shining particularly bright and the stars were twinkling little spectators to your silent meltdown on the park bench. Your eyes had been reading and re-reading the email sent to you by the university. An urgent email amongst a sea of urgent emails begging you to 'please just pay them'.
"Don't slit your wrist," he had said, "Not before you've given yourself a chance to win at life first."
You had looked up at him with bloodshot eyes from all that crying over potentially getting kicked out of university. He hadn't melted at your expression, in fact he only smiled softly. "We ought to play a game-"
"I wasn't going to slit my wrist."
"You were just holding that boxcutter for fun, then?" He curled up an eyebrow, leading both of your gazes down to the pocket box cutter that sat in your lap, the blade extended.
"I'm not in the mood to play a game."
"Not even at the cost of your university fees?" Your eyes snapped up to him then. He sat a healthy distance away from you. The space between you both was filled with possibilities so endless it was becoming uncomfortable to breathe. "How much do you owe them now?"
"That's none of your business," you were on the verge of gathering your things. Your boxcutter and your pride.
Perhaps you could kill yourself somewhere else, preferably without a man accosting you about the embarrassing state of your funds.
"I could pay for your university fees, you know," His words morphed into an anchor, keeping your butt firmly planted to the park bench. A midnight runner passed by you two. An evening breeze blew through your scalp and the goosebumps descended.
"Of course, you'd have to win first."
Anyone could see the conflict warring within your irses.
"This is how people get sex trafficked," you'd said, "Absolutely no thank you," How utterly in control you had been! A girl with a firm head on her shoulders.
He only laughed then. He laughed and laughed, so much so he had to politely clear his throat.
"You were about to kill yourself. Don't pretend to have any self preservation now," his words had struck a cord deep within the inner workings of your soul. Your face heated as you hid yourself, tucking your chin against your chest. You did suddenly feel remarkably silly and so incredibly juvenile.
"Don't worry," he had said with an almost lopsided grin, "It's your lack of self preservation that I find so incredibly intriguing, hence I'm asking for one game."
It was only one game.
One game and if you were lucky enough to win, you might coast through the rest of university stress-free. Like a normal 20 year old with normal 20 year old problems. Boyfriends. Clubbing. Whatever else all those girls did when they huddled together in their magnificent little groups. You could be a part of them. For once you had to give yourself the opportunity of feeling like a member of society.
"Are these restraints a necessary element of our game?"
As you sit in this room- a room he had brought you too- blindfolded- you tell yourself that you are giving yourself a chance to be a normal 20 year old. That's why you were currently restrained to a leather chair. The restraints held your wrists to the armrests and your and your ankles to the feet of the chair. This led to the slight and uncomfortable spreading of your legs- a dangerously vulnerable position to be in when you were wearing nothing but a university jumper and a pleated skirt.
You quickly find out that you didn't like to be restrained.
Your chest rises and falls a little higher with every sharp intake of your breath as you will yourself into calmness. Freaking out now seemed completely silly.
Almost as silly as letting a stranger bring you to his hidden location.
Had you no sense of self preservation at all?
Were you a walking piece of meat, waiting for the first predator to sink its teeth into you?
Has that predator finally arrived?
"The restraints are unfortunately a necessary element.” He says, softly, “The human body tends to get jittery when it's met with unforeseen stimuli, and I don't want you running out on me."
That lets the panic solidify itself even more in your bones. This man walked as if he was a perfectly stand up guy and that helped in your decision of letting him bring you here.
Nothing seemed particularly wrong with him at first glance.
His face has all the workings of a perfectly normal man. He looked like he was in possession of a cushy, stable job with pensions and benefits. A salesman.
He looked like he attended his kids soccer matches on the weekends.
He looked married to a beautiful woman who looks good in mom jeans and baked brownies for her Wednesday night book club.
He looked so painfully normal.
But the panic is rising, the more that ‘danse macabre’ fills the room.
"C-Could you at least play something else," You are fidgeting now and it causes him to raise a brow. "Danse macabre is just," you attempt to swallow but your tongue is completely dry, "-incredibly unnerving, right now."
You try to massage your wrists in the restraints and you breathe through your nostrils as a phantom pain shoots through your legs. The need to move was eating you alive.
"You know your classical music," The man regarded you with slight intrigue as he folded the piece of material he had once used to obstruct your vision. He places it on a tiny coffee table before you. "Interesting for a kid your age. Do you know the story behind it?"
"Of course, I do, why do you think I'm nervous?" You had his full attention now. You were almost drowning in it as he lowered himself to a leather chair directly opposite you.
You had never had anyone listen to you as intently as he does. No one bothered to hear what you had to say. The voices in your head were your only audience…
Now you have someone seated before you, so lax as he urges you to, “Go on, explain why it makes you so nervous.” It was completely addicting.
“W-Well,” you swallowed the air again. “Danse macabre quite literally means dance of death,” he sits back in his chair, his fingers tapping against his mouth.
“Why?” he asks in deeply monotony, as if you had captured him as much as he, evidently captured hou. Like you weren't the only one in restraints.
Your brows furrowed “Is this quiz apart of the game-”
“No. I just want to hear you talk.” He says as he reaches over the side of his chair uncovering a sleek black briefcase veneered in expensive leather. He assures you with a single nod of his head that he's listening as he clocks open the briefcase.
“Well,” your eyes are on the whiteboard he pulls out, “Camille wrote this symphony all dark and depressing because it's supposed to sound like it's being played by death himself,”
The suited man smiles down at his busy hands as he lays your boxcutter on the coffee table beside the whiteboard. “I-It tells us that death is the great equalizer. It doesn't matter if you have money or you're about to be kicked out of university for insufficient funds-” he cracks a small smile at that, pulling out a whiteboard marker in the process, “the dance of death is inevitable for us all. Money can't buy you out of it.” You shake your head, “It's real medieval shit.”
You watch him smile again. It's devastatingly attractive which immediately raises the alarms in your own head. This man has restrained you in a chair, in an undisclosed location. For all you knew, death was very well the thing waiting for you at the end of all this.
But he wouldn't stop you from killing yourself, only to kill you himself, would he?
You'd heard about serial killers being raging narcissists. You would virtually be a lousy victim, having already wanted to die.
That thought calms you somewhat.
“We're going to play ‘Hangman’,” he turns the board to reveal a simple drawing of a gallow and a man hanging from it.
“Are you familiar with it?”
“Of course,” you nod your head, your nerves level somewhat at the sight of the little stick figure.
Just guess a letter to a mystery before the Hangman is drawn. These were children's games.
“For every word you get right, a semester of your studies is paid in full.” He smiles, warmly, watching the awe blossom across your face. “You'll get your degree and become the psychologist you've always wanted to be.”
Your brows furrow, “H-How did you know I-”
“Of course there's a penalty to the game,” you watch him erase the little stick figure, as he draws the little lines corresponding with the amount of letters in the mystery word. “If you don't guess the correct words in time,” Time stands still. “Well… The word get carved into your skin.”
You had never been a cautious individual. When your mother would fret and nag about your safety, you would roll your eyes. Everyone else always had self preservation for you. Why would you need it? Bad things rarely happen to boring people. The news coverage worthy stuff? You?
But here you were, fucking drowning in the Bad stuff.
"I'm not playing,” You begin to try and twist your wrist out of the restraints as your panicked eyes zero in on the blade seated on the desk. “I'm not fucking playing-”
“I'm afraid that isn't an option. What's your first letter?”
Despite the soundproof padding stylishly plastered against the sleek black walls you still scream "HELP-Oh my god- HELP”
He walks over towards you in large strides, clamping his hands in your skull and pulling your head back. He's much closer now. Closer than he had been at the park. His eyes are sparkling with intensity and a manic sort of quality that escaped you on your first meeting. Where were these eyes when you were still on that park bench, still able to choose to run far, far away to the nearest police station.
Where were these wild eyes then?
“Look at how scared you've gotten...” He laughs, in your face, “A scared, terrified little Doll-”
“Please let me go-”
“I'm not the one keeping you restrained here.” He lifts his hands as if he were completely crime-free, “You decided to play this game out of your own volition. You're restraining yourself, Doll”
“Jesus, that doesn't even make sense-” you cry, “HELP-”
He pulls a tighter grip around your hair, silencing your cries as a wince bleeds out of your instead..
“You don't wanna do that,” he says, staring deep into your glassy irses, “I have a thing for little girls with pretty tears-”
“Please don't hurt me-” you didn't wanna be a newspaper girl. You didn't want to be a nobody-turned-somebody because her death was so grisly it graced the front pages of a newspaper. That isn't the way your story was supposed to go and so you plead with the humanity inside him. You search for it under all that black ink filling his almond eyes.
Nothing.
They're absolutely black.
“Guess a letter, Doll."
You steal your nerves. Your shoulders slump.
“E-Every word has a vowel in it right?” his eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against the side of your face. He seems like he's transforming into a completely different person right before your very eyes and it set you alight with fear.
Fear and something else.
“That's it, now we're getting somewhere,”
“I'll go with ‘A’,” a tense, mortifying silence stretches between you too. He begrudgingly removes his hand from your hair, patting down your head like the child he regressed you to as he strolled to the white board.
“Correct.”
He writes the letter ‘a’ twice on the little lines. The first one of the second line and the second one on the fourth line and almost with your brain slotting into place you raise your head. you wipe a stray tear on your shoulder before saying, “I-I- know what the word is.”
He raises his eyebrow. “Already?” Intuition was a scary thing. It was like a last resort, leaving you clamouring for hope.
“Care to share,”
“Is there an ‘r’” you look up at him. “I need to be sure.” Your legs are fidgeting in anxiety. Your fingernails dig into the leather under the armrest.
He is quiet as he draws an ‘r’ over the second last line.
“Macabre. The word is ‘macabre.’”
A slow almost predatory grin stretches across his face.
“How much did you say tuition was?”
Your heart stammers in its chest.
For those few moments you don't think about death. You don't think about blood. All you think about is that outstanding amount as you murmur a quiet, “₩3,893,852.”
You had it memorized.
The number that haunted your every waking hour, bleed from your lips like a prayer.
You watch as he lowers the white board marker to uncover a phone in his back pocket. He taps a few buttons and in a matter of moments- he turns his screen towards you.
What a remarkable day this had turned out to be.
“How do you know my banking details?,” you ask, squinting your eye at the screen, “Who are yo-”
“That round was too easy.” He moves to sit back down, “Here's your next word,” your heart falls when he only draws three lines underneath the gallow.
Three letter words could be the easiest or the most difficult when it comes to a game like this.
“A?’” you ask through wet lashes. Your only option was to hammer through the list of vowels.
“Ooh-” he pouts, before drawing a Hangman's head. “Try again.”
“E?”
He's silent as he draws a stick for The Hangman's body. The panic kickstarts once more.
“Shit-”
“That's not a letter?” He jests, “One more non-word and you're Disqualified, Doll.” His knee is bouncing up and down. As if everything in him was anticipating the end of the game. Your nerves are drowing in anxiety.
“I-”
“You can't just name every vowel under the sun, Doll. You don't have very many options remaining.” He draws the stick figures first arm.
4 chances left.
“O?” Your breath catches in your lungs. You watch as he throws his head back to lift his hips slightly, as if adjusting his pants. It almost immediately lowers your gaze to the prominent bulge there. Fuck. Not only was he anticipating your loss, he was getting off to the thought of it.
“Well done.” He writes ‘o’ in the second line. Right between the middle and end lines.
“Uh- ‘c’”
He adds another appendage to the stick figure. “3 more chances remaining.” He says, standing up. His arm jitters as he picks up the boxcutter in.
“G-” you ask through tears. He kneels in front of you, his eyes are almost as desperate as yours.
“You are the most fun I've had in years,” he admits, before turning to draw another appendage.
“Guess again, Doll,” the boxcutter extends and you cry.
“You don't have to do this,” You plead and he only sighs as he places his forehead against yours.
“You are such a brave little girl, you know that-”
“Oh my god-”
“2 more guesses.”
“‘T?” You squeak out so quietly, as your eyes squeeze shut.
He presses his lips to your right cheek and you melt. The fear all disappears and it's just you and him. Even on his knees, he's so large, so towering. It sets you alight with incomparable need.
“Well done, Doll- I'm so proud of you, " he sighs, “One more word, baby.”
“P- wait, No!" the sound barely makes it out of your mouth and looks down at you, chest rising and falling.
You hold your breath, eyes wide and wet and it makes him so fucking hard.
“Y- my answer is ‘Y’.” He exhibited all the signs of a sadist. Of course his word for you word be-
“That's my answer. “Toy”
A tense silence bleeds as he brings the boxcutter into your field of vision, and you're once again writhing in your seat. “Please- please no-”
“Fuck I'm gonna need to cum-” He admits gravely. Even more grave, even more harrowing, you're squirming in your seat. Lust balling deep within your cut. You're terrified but so utterly turned on.
Is masochism a symptom of loneliness?
“Please-”
He presses the blade to your leg and you both watch as he sinks the tip down onto your skin. For all those moments, you revel in the pain. The blade breaks skin and you cry out as droplets of blood grows pregnant along your thigh. Danse macabre crescendos and tears fall. As he swipes his finger along the drop of crimson.
“D-Did I not get it right?"
“”You got it right,” he admits, undoing the buttons of his blazer as he stands to his heavy feet once more. The menacing shadow of a God. He's humongous and you crane your neck back to look at him.
“my little winner-” he mumbles, planting a heavy hand on your head as his other hand rubs over his erection.
“I-If I got it right,” you mumble through your sniffles, “Th-Then why did you cut me?”
He looks down at you. The hand planted on your head moves down to the side of your face as he unzips his pants. Your heart is banging out of its cage as he lowers his pants just enough to have his hand slipping into his boxers.
He watches the blood smudged across your thigh.
“I just-” he curses as he uncovers his fully erect cock, leaking precum,“I just wanted to see your blood.” he admits gravely before bringing his cupped hand to your lips.
'Spit.’ He commands.
You're unable to look away. The precum beading the head of his cock slides down the thick veins along the length of it- all the way to the base. You want him in your mouth. Inside you. The need and the pain is an avalanche of contradictions.
He makes you feel so scared, so wanted.
“Don't make me ask again.” He says darkly, tilting your head up to look deep into his eyes.
His fingers prod at your lips and your mouth falls open as his hand delves inside. “Tongue out.” He whispers hoarsely, cursing once again when you roll your tongue out. Somehow incredibly obedient.
“You're gonna be a good girl for me, Doll?” He asks, bringing the tip of his cock to your lips. You nod cautiously, feeling yourself descend into a state of mind you'd never been at before. You feel so pliant with his hand still on your cheek as he guides his cock into your mouth. You feel completely reckless. Someone like you who spends her time studying and worrying. Right now you were made to feel completely empty.
“That's it-” he coos, looking so utterly pained as his cock slides against your tongue, “That's my Doll,” he thrusts in and out of your mouth and you just sit there. Quite literally a doll. You let him use you, feeling more useful now than you've ever felt in all your years of living. There is beauty in submission that has a wet spot forming along your panties. You writhe as he begins to fuck your throat, drawing out a moan from him in the process.
“Shit- you're such a good girl-” there's fire in his eyes as he thrusts in and out. His hands move to the back of your head, forcing you down deeper on his cock. The sounds of your struggle -the gagging- it has his cocm twitching in your mouth
“Fuck-” he grunts, breathing so heavily as you begin to writhe in your seat, needing air.
“I knew you were special, Doll- I knew you were so far beyond self preservation- it borders pathetic” the saltiness of his precum trickle down your throat and you attempt to stomp your feet as your cries vibrate around his cock.
“Look at your hips moving baby,” he says, “You like this as much as I do. You're on my side. Even if you think you aren't.” Your hips are circling as if you're searching for friction along the chair as he groans. “Tell me you're on my side.”
He pulls your mouth off his cock and you breathe in deeply. You're coughing as droplets of spit run down your mouth. Spit and tears. Your face shows it all.
Your voice is hoarse. “I'm on your-”
“F-Fuck- I'm gonna cum-" He brings his cock back to your lips, “All over that pretty fucking face- fuck,” your tears fall as he strokes cock, emptying cock over you face. You keep your eyes shut, letting the sound of his pleasure-filled groans shoot straight to your puffy clit.
“I'm not letting you go,” his thumb moves over the cum coating your face. He moves his thumb past your lips, letting the cum seep into your mouth. Saltiness and need.
He needed you.
“You're not?” You ask petulantly, sucking on his thumb like you've regressed right before him.
“I'm not.” He confirms, “My little winner.”
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summertime girl - a.h
♡ summary: reader wears a sundress. hotch goes insane pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, reader wears a dress, p in v, slight description of readers body wc: 1.5k
The sun was out, the weather was hot, and the BAU was on vacation. They all had the day off so they were spending it at Rossi's mansion, in his backyard for a barbecue.
The smell of burgers, hot dogs, and summer wafted through the air. Rossi stood at the grill, swatting at anyone who tried to come too close to his precious meat with his spatula. Emily and JJ sat in folding chairs, drinks in hand, sunglasses on as they relaxed. Spencer sat cross legged on the grass, teaching Henry chess while Morgan sat on the porch with Hotch.
You... well you were definitely entertained. You and Jack were playing some made up game, a cross between tag, hide and seek, and the floor is lava. Currently, you were chasing him across the lawn, sandals left on the porch next to Aaron's chair for him to dutifully watch over. Your sundress flowed behind you in the wind, fluttering around your legs when you stopped. You caught up to Jack, wrapping your arms around him and laughing as the both of you tumbled to the ground. Your fingers danced along his sides, tickling him as he squirmed on top of you. You stopped, letting him rest as his giggles became more breathless.
"You've been caught. The tickle monster wins again!" You cheer as he smiled wide. He lets his head drop down to your shoulder, huffing out a breath, tired from all the activity. "You hungry bud?" You asked, rubbing his back gently. He nodded.
"Uh huh."
"I think Rossi's almost done at the grill. What do you want, burger or hot dog?"
"A hot dog!" Jack sits up on your stomach. You glance over, seeing Rossi start serving out burgers.
"Well, go get one before they're all gone." You smile and he climbs off of you, running over to Rossi. You lay on the grass, staring up at the sky and breathing in the fresh air for a few peaceful moments. Soon, a face appears above you. Your lovely boyfriend Aaron Hotchner.
"Having fun?" He asked, smiling down at you.
"Loads of it." You grinned. He holds out a hand to help you up and to take it gratefully. He pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand on your waist. "Mm, handsy today, Hotchner." You grinned at him.
"It's hard not to be when you're wearing that." He murmured lowly, leaning close so only you can hear him.
"You like it? I had you in mind when I picked it out."
"I love it. You look gorgeous. Are you hungry?" Sweet, sweet man.
"I could eat."
"Let's get you some food." He says, holding an arm out to guide you towards the grill. Once you pass him, Aaron spares a quick glance to make sure the others aren't watching before he plants a firm smack on your behind.
"Aaron!" You giggle, looking over your shoulder at him. He wears a smug grin as he follows you to the grill.
That fucking dress. He couldn't stand it. He hated it. He loved it. He loved the way it fluttered around your ankles. He loved the way it hugged your curves so well, accentuating your form. He loved the pattern, the length, the cut, everything. It was absolutely perfect. And he despised it.
He watched from the porch, where Morgans chatter was drowned out into nonsense, as you chased his son around the yard. He felt like a perv for staring but he absolutely couldn't help it. When you and Jack toppled to the ground, his jaw clenched at the way the hem off your dress rucked further up your thighs. The wind blew it up high enough that, if he were close enough, he might be able to see your panties.
"Yo, are you listening?" Morgan's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Yes."
"What'd I just say?" Derek asks, but luckily Hotch is saved by Rossi's voice calling out.
"You two! Burgers or hot dogs?"
"Burger for me!"
"I'll have the same." Hotch agrees. He watches Jack get off of you and run towards the grill, faintly hearing him say 'can I have a hot dog please?'. Hotch gets up, making his way over to you. You look angelic, laying on the ground, hair splayed out around your head, your chest rising and falling softly. He helped you up and you went to get burgers from Rossi, the team all sitting down to eat together. A few bites in, you stood up from the table.
"I'm gonna run and get napkins, does anyone need anything?" You asked politely. They all declined so you headed inside. You were searching Rossi's kitchen to find some extra napkins when you heard the door open. You turned to find Aaron entering the house, the door swinging shut behind him, blocking the others from seeing or hearing the two of you. "Hey, what do you need?"
"You." He said huskily, striding over to you, pushing you against the island and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands grip your waist, yours moving to wrap around his neck. "You look so beautiful." He trails his kisses down your neck, sucking a patch of skin between his teeth and biting down. You let out a small gasp as he leaves a mark on your neck. His lips trail further down to your chest, pressing firm kisses onto the skin of your breasts. He brushes the hair off your other shoulder, moving to that side to press kisses to the other parts neck.
"Aaron," You say breathlessly.
"Shh. Now, turn around and bend over." He murmurs into your ear. You turn, pressing your hips against the counter as you lean onto it. "So pretty." Aaron hums, his hands gathering the fabric of your dress, lifting it up. He rucks it up your body until its collected above the curve of your ass. The hand that's not holding your dress up starts undoing his belt buckle. He unzips his pants, pulling them and his boxers just low enough to free his cock. He pulls down your pretty lacy panties, his eyes landing on the slick between your legs. You're already wet for him. He moves forward, holding his hand under your chin. "Spit." He orders. You comply, spitting into his hand. He moves his hand back down, slowly pumping himself.
"Aaron, please." You whined, pushing your hips back towards him.
"Be patient, honey." He grabs your hips, slowly inserting himself into you. You let out a moan as he sheaths himself inside you, pausing to let you adjust to his length. "Shh. Don't want to get caught, do you?" Aaron teases. "We have to be quick, sweetheart, or else they'll come looking for us." He starts moving, pulling himself nearly out of you before slamming back in. You moan again and his brings his hand back to your mouth, muffling your moans. He keeps a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, pressing you against the counter. He lets out a few low groans, stifling the louder ones through clenched teeth. His hand pushes your dress further up your back as he fucks you against the counter.
"So good for me. So, so pretty." Aaron grunts, quickening his pace. You moan out against his hand, yours coming up to pull it away from your mouth.
"I'm close. 'M so close, Aaron." You whined, the symphony of skin slapping against skin, the scent of arousal encasing your words.
"Me too. Almost there, honey." He fucks into you harder and faster, sweat dripping down his brow. He leans down, kissing you sweat slicked spine, his hand trailing down your side, feeling your soft skin under his fingers. His grips your ass harshly.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" You cut yourself off, moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you. Aaron follows soon after, his upper body collapsing onto yours with a grunt. He kisses behind your ear before standing, tucking himself back into his pants. He pulls your panties back up, snapping the elastic waistband against your skin teasingly. He pulls your dress back down, fixing it so it sits nicely. He spins you around by your waist, checking you over.
"How do I look?"
"Ravishing. How do you feel?"
"Ravished." You grinned, slipping past him on wobbly legs to find your purse. You pull out your compact concealer, covering up the fresh hickeys on your neck and chest. You meet Hotch's gaze over the top of your compact and notice the smug look on his face. "You are something else Mr. Hotchner." You shake your head smiling. You flick the compact shut and drop it back into your purse, taking his hand. You walk back out of the house together, heading back over to where the team was eating. Derek looks up, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Hey, where are the napkins?"
a/n: this it my first time writing smut, what do we think? I have a lot more planned so stay tuned! let me know if you think I should start a tag list or something :)
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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ dark!fic recs
CW: once again, these works contain dark and explicit themes that may be upsetting or triggering to some. please use your discretion and discernment.
@cherienymphe : when i first seriously got back on tumblr and got into dark!fanfic, cherie's was one of the first blogs i found. her writing was essentially my indoctrination. it was terrifying how much i loved it/her writing. truly phenomenal. i've read quite of few of her stories (mainly for rafe cameron, jj maybank, steve rogers, and peter parker) but i'll list my faves.
"when the party's over" - its something about this series...i think about it often. if you're into forced pregnancy or corruption tropes, tap in.
"wicked games" - i actually first read this one on ao3 before i discovered her tumblr and was absolutely gagged. another one i think of often.
"amnesiac" - the first series of hers that i ever read. absolutely traumatized me and i sobbed reading it. amazing storytelling.
"the hills" - another bangerrr. a one night stand ends in complete and total blackmail and entrapment. he just wanted to give her a better life *clown face emoji*.
"his father's son" - after ward death, rafe takes over the reins in more ways than one.
"teenage dirtbag" - this series single handedly made me a jj girl. the tension??? yup yup mhm.
"the less i know the better" - ironically my favorite part of this story is readers relationship with rafe but seeing jj slowly and then rapidly descend into madness? yeah.
"claimed" - a/b/o dynamics. brought me back to my wattpad days. still eat it up.
"daddy dearest" - steve meets a single mom and decides to be not the stepdad, but the dad who stepped up.
i'll be honest, i was a non believer in dark!peter but: "she's with me", "one last time." "suburbia" and "basic training" made a believer outta me. hands. down.
@lambtotheslaughterr : it absolutely amazes me the things that come from her mind. the level of creativity and originality needs to be studied. oona, you are criminally underrated.
“rise” - the first series of hers that i read. arguably the best series i’ve read on here thus far. this is the first part to her “the day the world ended” universe and it completely blew me away. i couldn’t believe that something like it had come from some silly little boat show. just brilliant.
“when the bough breaks” - the first work of hers i read. this one for me was a heartbreaking slow burn story, but the smut…makes up for it. yes yes.
“i burn” - sex!addict reader x rafe cameron. need i say more? actually, i will. the smut and tension in this one towards the end? it was shameful how turned on i was.
“one way or another” - buckle up, grab a snack, and prepare for the ride of a lifetime. that’s it.
“something wicked this way comes” - a single mom trying to escape her past, except her past is rafe cameron. this was one very spooky scary la la.
"summit" - the second part to the tdtwe universe. its still brand new but its already feeling like another banger, i mean it's oona. tap in.
@harryspet : rae was also apart of my indoctrination and boy did she do what needed to be done. her perfectly curated moodboards alone did it for me. very mindful, very demure.
"homestead" - what can i say...i'm a sucker for pregnancy stories :( and this series was no exception. absolutely delectable. enjoy.
"well kept" - classic millionaire ceo x reader, my younger wp reading self cheered gleefully. my love language is acts of service and boyy was this one speaking my language. had me at "scheduled braiding appointment."
"bambi eyes" - this one was one of those that made me want to take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself, "is this who we are...is this what we represent?"
@sherrybaby14 : this one is for the mcu girlies. more fics than you could ever ask for. everyone say "thank you, mother!"
"the distraction" - i'm starting to notice a kidnapping/stockholm syndrome pattern here...ANYWAY! work is realllyy stressful for steve and you just happen to be the perfect distraction.
@straywords : she's no longer active but her incredible writings remain so please, peruse. its like a beautiful museum over there.
"a break" - *gasp* another pregnancy story! stucky edition.
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor : an icon, a legend, she is the moment! another infinite library for my mcu girls. roo has all you could ever want or ask for.
@perlelune
"all too well" - yes, yes, another one, its who i am. rafe cameron proving once again that you can't escape him.
"lucky" - best friend!rafe x reader. he didn't know what he had until it was almost gone
"tag, you're it" - never read a scream fanfic before this one but boy did i have fun! chad is so pookie in this too :(
@honestsycrets : back when i was in my miguel era, sy single handedly kept me fed.
"starved | mio" - "mio", in which you babysit mayday and it gives miguel baby fever and "starved", in which he made you a mom...but its left less time for other activities.
"stung" - sex pollen/abo. reader gets bitten by an anomaly causing a reaction that only miguel can cure
"amor y respeto" - he just can't love you the way you need to be. so you and miguel break up...at the worst possible time.
"exclusive" - you and miguel are fuckbuddies. you want more, but miguel can't bring himself to give it to you. so you find company in hobie, who's there for you in all the ways that you need. miguel's not happy about that.
"canary" - you're a singer in the 1920s who's fallen in with the dangerous o'hara brothers.
"grande" - sex!worker miguel x assistant!reader. think...a pepper x tony kinda dynamic. except, miguel doesn't take kindly to certain slights. :)
@starfxkrinc : last but certainly not least! moony is a ridiculously talented writer and a mutal of mine. i found her early on during my resurgence on here. this is her new side blog (rip lovesickbrat and starfxkr!!) luckily she was able to salvage a lot of her past works and is back like she never left. i recommend her "western nights" series (really just the trailer park!jj tag in general) and her "ode to eaters" au. a queen of all things taboo. she does it for the girls who are drawn to the dark and scary. the gross and weird. <3
#lari's fic recs#dark!rafe x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark!peter parker#dark!peter parker x reader#dark!jj maybank#dark!jj maybank x reader#dark!ethan landry#dark!ethan landry x reader#dark!ransom drysdale#dark!random drysdale x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#rafe x reader#jj x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader
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oscar piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | oscar smau
Oscar Piastri was known as the introvert and reserved driver on the grid.
While other drivers basked in the spotlight and didn't shy away from sharing details about their personal life, Oscar often preferred to keep his privacy.
However, when it came to his girlfriend, it was a different story altogether.
Oscar was what people called "a total simp" when it came to his girlfriend, always bringing her up in interviews, promo videos and casual conversations, and fans couldn't miss the opportunity to make several compilation videos and tiktoks about it.
The most popular one was called "Oscar Piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation" and the 15-minute long video was filled with moments that made fans both awe and laugh.
It started with the clip of the first time he publicly talked about her during a podcast interview, rumors about him not being single were spreading around but nothing was confirmed.
"I do have a girlfriend, yeah," Oscar said, a small smile playing on his face.
"You're not very public, aren't you?" the interviewer asked.
“We keep it to ourselves and try to be out of the spotlight and just live normal lives,” he replied, “We have been dating for over four years now, she has been there for me since the start of my career and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She's my biggest supporter and keeps me grounded.”
The next video showed Oscar and Lando sitting next to each other wearing their McLaren shirts, filming a game called "Green flag or Red flag."
"Picky eaters," the interviewer asked and Lando immediately waved the green flag.
"He's a very picky eater that's why," Oscar said, making Lando laugh, "But, what if they eat fish, cause you hate fish."
Lando dramatically raised the red flag, making everybody laugh again.
"You wouldn't date a pescatarian then," the interviewer said.
"No," Lando shook his head, "They shouldn't be here."
"My girlfriend's a pescatarian, actually," Oscar said, looking at his teammate with a raised eyebrow, "I'll pass that on to her.”
"Noooo mate!" Lando immediately shook his head, waving his hands in mock horror, "Don't tell her I said that, I don't want to be in trouble with your missus! She's a lovely girl."
"She is indeed, but I don't think she'll like you very much after this."
The next segment was from his "Day in the Life" video with Quad Lock, where Oscar gave fans a glimpse into his daily routine. In one particular clip, he was in the kitchen making breakfast.
"So, this is where the magic happens," Oscar said with a cheeky grin as he poured pancake batter onto a hot griddle, "My girlfriend loves pancakes, so I make them every Sunday. It's become sort of a tradition for us."
The camera then panned to a candid shot of his girlfriend, who was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee and smiling fondly at Oscar. She blew him a kiss, which Oscar caught with a playful wink.
"There she is, sitting pretty while I play housewife."
The next clip in the compilation was from a press conference, where a journalist asked him how he manages to stay focused with such a demanding schedule.
"Having a supportive partner really helps," Oscar said earnestly, "She understands the pressures and the demands of the job. She’s my rock and makes everything a lot easier."
"Does it get hard for her when your schedule is too busy for your relationship?"
"My schedule is never too busy for my girlfriend, I always make sure to make time for her. That's why we've been going strong for four years now."
Another McLaren game with Lando was included, this time they were playing Finish the Lyric with Taylor Swift songs.
"Do you feel confident about this game, Oscar?" Lando asked his teammate.
"I do, actually," Oscar nodded confidently, "My girlfriend is a huge Taylor Swift fan so I know a lot of her songs."
"We should get your girl to come and play then," Lando teased.
"She'd probably beat us both, hands down. But I'm not giving up just yet." Oscar chuckled, shaking his head.
The compilation video then transitioned to a moment in the McLaren garage before the first quali of the Hungary Grand Prix. Oscar was off to the side, chatting with his girlfriend, who had joined him for the event.
They seemed to be in their own little bubble, Oscar's attention completely focused on her and his smile wide as he listened to her talk. The camera captured a sweet moment where he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about their relationship and fans absolutely melted at the interaction.
The next clip showed Oscar at a fan event in Australia, hundreds of fans gathered to meet the drivers and see them up close, Oscar was answering questions from the interviewers when he suddenly addressed one of the fans in the front row.
"I've got a girlfriend, thank you," he said into the microphone, making everyone laugh but look confused at the same time, "For everyone wondering, she just asked what my number was," the crowd laughed again even louder, "But I'm a happily taken man. You're nice but I'm not interested."
In that same event, he got asked what did he miss the most from the UK when he was back in Australia.
"My girlfriend," he immediately said, "Other than that the food is better here, the weather is better here. So my girlfriend, that's it."
The following video was also a fan interaction, this time it was a fan recorded video while he was signing stuff for those waiting for him as he arrived to the paddock for the Austin Grand Prix.
Oscar was signing autographs and taking pictures, when a fan handed him a photo of him and his girlfriend from a race weekend.
"Oh, this is a great picture," Oscar said, grinning as he looked at the photo. "This was taken at Silverstone, right? It was her first time at a race with me. She loved it."
"What's her favorite part about the races?" The fan smiled and asked.
"Probably the adrenaline and seeing me in action," Oscar chuckled, "But she also loves hanging out in the paddock. She gets along really well with everyone here."
The next clip showcased Oscar during a Twitch stream, where he was playing a racing simulator. His girlfriend walked into the room, and the chat exploded with excitement.
"Hey, love," Oscar greeted her, pausing the game.
"Am I interrupting you?" she softly asked.
"Nope, come here," he encouraged to come closer, "Everyone, this is my girlfriend," she waved at the camera, and Oscar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into the frame. "She's the reason I'm still sane," he joked, earning a kiss on the cheek from her.
The video included one of everyone's favorite interactions between the couple, captured by McLaren's instagram team.
Oscar had just finished a quiali, earning a P2 position, the camera caught as he reunited with his girlfriend who threw her arms around his neck as soon as she saw him.
"Hiii," he shyly said, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
"You did such a great job, baby," she said, still wrapped around his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I couldn’t have done it without you cheering me on," he replied, his voice soft and genuine.
The final clip was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Oscar stood on the stage, dressed in a sharp suit, the Rookie of the Year trophy shining in his hands.
"First of all, I want to thank my team, McLaren, for believing in me and giving me the opportunity," Oscar began, his voice steady but emotional, "But most importantly, I want to thank my girlfriend. She's been my rock through it all, supporting me every step of the way. This award is as much hers as it is mine."
The camera panned to his girlfriend, sitting in the audience with tears in her eyes, smiling proudly. The fans watching the livestream couldn't help but gush over the touching moment.
As the compilation ended, the screen faded to black with the text, "Oscar Piastri: The Ultimate Simp, and Proud of It."
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a darling and a virgin | f. odair
masterlist
summary: you are a victor from district four, having just ended your first victory tour. after being confronted by president snow, you have no choice but to lose your virginity. luckily, your previous mentor is willing to provide some guidance.
pairing: finnick odair x reader
warnings: mentions of forced prostitution, angst, gentle smut, loss of virginity, fingering, lots of consent, praise, happy but also unhappy ending??, reader takes contraceptives.
notes: i’ve recently found that i’m incapable of writing short smut one shots so… i’m sorry y’all. love describing every detail too much.
word count: 6.8k
Your hands were clasped over the balcony railing of the penthouse you were spending the night in, the vibrant artificial lights of the Capitol burning your retinas as you overlooked the city. You had finally completed your first Victory Tour and were offered one more night in the Capitol to enjoy its ‘luxury’ and ‘generosity’ before returning to District Four in the morning.
For the past two weeks, you had read fabricated speeches to each District, resurfacing both your trauma from the Games and the families of the tributes you had murdered in the arena. The toll it was taking on you was heavy, but you managed to put on a splitting grin for every interview, speech, and disturbing congratulation. But not for your previous mentor, Finnick Odair.
Finnick had been there for you through the whole nightmare, even during the week before your Games. His support was unwavering which was one of the many reasons you had managed to survive from the moment you were Reaped to the end of the Tour. It was hard to tell when his mentorship had turned into something more complicated, but it had. It had become more about feelings than simply survival. Not a relationship per se, but not just a friendship either. You teetered on the line between the two, never crossing it and never discussing the fact that you were both aware of it either.
For six whole months.
When the final destination of the Tour came—the grand celebration at President Snow’s mansion—Finnick had told you it was the easiest part. All you had to do was manage a happy face, mingle with obnoxious Capitol citizens, and eat an abhorrent amount of food. He would have been right if you were a different person. If President Snow hadn’t demanded your singular presence at the end of the night.
You exhaled a shaky breath, watching the white mist drift into the light-polluted sky. The President’s words bounced around your head: Desirable… Customers... Family. The conversation played on a loop in your mind. You could remember the repugnant smell of roses, the overwhelming whiteness in the room, and the way his too-pleasant face lit up as fireworks exploded outside the window.
Shivers trickled down your spine, forming goosebumps that were borderline painful. The fact that you were on the ninetieth floor and wearing flimsy pyjama shorts and a thin long-sleeve shirt wasn’t helping either. The crisp wind blew against your body, but you had no intentions of moving to seek warmth. It felt appropriate to stay in the cold when your body would soon know nothing but unwelcome heat.
So lost in your spiralling thoughts, you failed to notice as another body silently took up space beside yours, warming up the side of your arm. This heat was welcome.
“Pretty cold out here.”
A startled gasp escaped your mouth. You straightened up and turned to the owner of the voice, only to find Finnick leaning against the railing, forearms over the edge the same as you.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I know my presence can be a little breathtaking sometimes. Nice shorts by the way.”
He turned his head turned to you, revealing his infamous flirtatious smirk. The dimples in his cheeks were prominent and charming. His bronze hair was perfectly dishevelled as usual, as if someone had purposefully placed each strand to give him the ‘sexy bed hair’ look. He was still wearing his white button-up and black trousers; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest. The outfit had been accessorised with a metallic golden corset-like belt among other decorations that made him fit in with the Capitol crowd, but he must have taken them off. Now the outfit sort of resembled one that a boy would wear to a Reaping. Simple yet formal. Still gorgeous, not that he needed reminding.
Normally, you would retort with a snarky remark or, on the off occasion, flirt back, but instead, you resumed your previous position over the railings. You weren’t immune to Finnick’s charms; you praised anyone who was. You would usually be internally swooning at the sight of him, especially with the way he looked right now and his obvious flirting. But this night was much different. Flirting and swooning were at the back of your mind. All you could think about was your interaction with the president; the way his guards manhandled and escorted you to his study. The conversation that destroyed your hopes of a peaceful future.
Desirable. One word that sent ice coursing through your veins. Or snow, to be more poetic.
“I don’t think you’ve said a word since we got back,” said Finnick, still a hint of playfulness in his tone. He watched your gaze—eyes distant though not really seeing. It was clear something was wrong, so he continued, this time more softly. “You were gone during the fireworks.”
You remained unmoving, staring straight ahead at the city. Only when he uttered your name did he finally gain your attention. As you turned your head to face him, tears began to well up in your eyes.
Finnick noticed the silent distress in your expression and straightened up his stance. He towered over you, brows knitted together whilst his sea-green eyes flickered across your face, looking as if pieces were slowly falling together in his mind.
“He spoke with you, didn’t he?” he said. “Snow.”
To answer his question for you, a tear escaped your eye, but you were quick to swipe it away with a sniffle.
Your arms wound around your torso, hugging yourself as the words began flowing. “After I won my Games, when I was being crowned, he said something to me that I didn’t really understand." Your voice was gentle, just above a mere whisper. “Months passed and I’d forgotten all about it. Until now at least. He told me…” You swallowed the ache in your throat. “He told me, ‘I have big plans for you, Miss (L/N). I think you will be a very valuable asset to the Capitol citizens.’”
Finnick’s face had melted into an unreadable expression. His entire body turned to stone; it was like he was a marble statue portraying a Greek God. All of a sudden, he was sixteen again. He was in Snow’s study, being told that if he didn’t cooperate and essentially sell himself to the Capitol, his family would pay the price. And they did.
With a sad smile, you whispered, “I know what he meant now.”
Something inside him snapped and he broke from his stupor.
“No.” He vigorously shook his head. “He can’t do that. You can’t. I’ll go to him and—fuck!” His hand ran through his hair, making it even more dishevelled. The bright lights from the city were reflecting off his eyes, revealing the shine that was starting to gloss over them. “I can fix this for you, I swear I’ll—"
“Finnick.”
“He’s a fucking—”
“Finnick.” The plea in your voice ceased his panicked movements. He just stood there, looking completely and utterly helpless. You both did. Another tear slipped down your cheek as you stared at him, your voice wavering as you asked, “Can you hold me?”
He let out a breath as if the air had been knocked from his lungs and in one fell swoop, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. Silent tears began to flow more heavily, saturating his white shirt which he held you tightly against. There was a hand wrapped protectively around your lower back and another stroking the hair flowing over your neck.
You were certain Finnick let a few tears slip too because you could feel the cold breeze nip at the top of your head the slightest bit more. He mumbled the words “I’m so sorry” over and over into your hair but you just shook your head. You told him it wasn’t his fault, but he wouldn’t accept it. He had told you months ago about his arrangement with Snow. You couldn’t have imagined what it was like for him then, but you would be able to now. You would know every single little detail.
His embrace tightened as you turned your head and pressed your ear to his thumping chest.
The tears had stopped, and you managed to find your voice again. “Snow threatened to kill my family. What if the customers don’t think I’m good enough and he takes it out on them? I mean, I don’t have any experience.”
You remained silent, awaiting his response. When the hand stroking your hair halted, you realised your mistake. You realised what you had just admitted to him and mentally kicked yourself. Repeatedly.
Finnick moved both hands onto your forearms, gently pushing you away from him to get a clear view of your face. The surprise in his expression was enough to make you want to jump over the balcony ledge in embarrassment.
“You’re a virgin?”
Hearing the words out loud would have sent you over the edge—literally—if Finnick’s large hands weren’t wrapped around your arms. You tried to turn away from him, but his grip was unshakeable. Your eyes began to water again, and you felt pathetic.
“Hey,” he said tenderly as he tried to regain your eye contact. “It’s not a bad thing.”
Your distraught red-rimmed eyes snapped back to him. “Not a bad thing? Of course it’s a bad thing, Finnick! I have to give my body to a stranger despite never even having my first kiss! Let alone sex!” As you said the words, the full reality of your situation began to set in. Panic turned to sadness as you realised yet again, the Capitol was taking another innocence you thought was your own to give away. You looked down, your tone becoming quieter. “I thought my first time would be special. Or at least with someone I loved.”
God, you felt so embarrassed admitting that to him. Sure, a lot of your conversations were flirty and full of sensual banter. Sex, however, was not a topic that came up very frequently. You would never want to accidentally cross a line with Finnick, especially given what Snow forced upon him. So you liked to avoid the subject as much as possible. Now, it was inescapable.
He released his grip and sighed heavily, looking out toward the view as if he were deep in thought. The vivid city lights cast an unnatural hue on his usually golden-tanned skin; even now the Capitol was changing him into something he wasn’t. His eyes shut for a quick second before he reopened them and looked back at you. The only time he had looked this serious was the morning of your Games and the night you returned. It was a little intimidating.
His jaw ticked and his gaze bore down into your own. “Sweetheart, I’m going to ask you something,” he began, “and I want you to know you do not have to say ‘yes’ if you don’t want to, okay?”
Alright, now he was really starting to scare you.
“Okay,” you said warily.
The hardness on his face remained for a moment longer, but then his expression softened and became the most vulnerable you had ever seen.
His voice was gentle. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”
*************
You were sat on the edge of Finnick’s bed, toying with the black satin sheets with a frown. Your room didn’t get satin sheets. It was probably one of the benefits of being the Capitol Darling. Not that you envied him very much. He would probably be content with sleeping on a dirt floor if it meant he got his autonomy back.
Finnick was in the bathroom doing God knows what. You weren’t sure if he was trying to make himself more presentable or hyping himself up to have sex with you. The latter worried you. The last thing you wanted was to pressure him into something he didn’t want to do. Then again, he was the one who asked.
After you had told him “Yes, please”, he had tentatively but oh-so-gently taken your hand in his and guided you inside and to his room. Neither of you had spoken along the way; you just walked in silence toward something that would either ruin or deepen your relationship. Despite being two victors, this was still a mentor making sure his tribute stayed alive.
You heard the bathroom door slide open and looked up to see Finnick standing outside the door. Shirtless, pants still on, and towel in hand. It took everything in you to not stare at his perfectly sculptured torso, his equally toned arms, or his broad and muscular shoulders. Instead, your eyes met his for a split second before you returned to the satin sheets.
Blood rushed to your head and everything felt too real. Finnick Odair was standing before you, looking like an angel and willing to fu—
“You’re allowed to look, you know,” he chuckled.
But your gaze remained on the bed.
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“You won’t.’” He spread the towel on the bed, positioning it in the middle. Then he stopped his movements as he realised what you meant. “It’s not like that. I’m not being forced to do this. I want to.”
Your head snapped up and your heart leapt as those three words left his lips—I want to. For a second, you believed him, but then reasoning came to deflate your hopefulness.
“You wouldn’t want to if I weren’t in this situation.”
He let go of the towel, sitting down mere inches beside you, his eyes amused despite the solemn context. “And how do you know that?”
“Because…” you trailed off, searching your brain for an explanation only to find none. “Because.”
He smirked. “We need to work on your argumentative skills, sweetheart.”
A small smile worked its way across your lips. He returned it with a comforting smile of his own, though the sense of playfulness never left. It never really did and that was one of the things you admired most about him. Even in the darkest of situations, he was able to provide some light.
Rosy heat crept into your cheeks and you were forced to break eye contact again. Hiding how much he affected you was pointless now; if this was going to work out, you needed to be vulnerable with him. With each other. You looked down at the space between your bodies. His hand was resting on the bed beside him and soon enough, it was slowly creeping across the sheets over to your own. He gently brushed his fingers across your knuckles before sliding his hand beneath your palm and interlocking it with yours. You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his, feeling butterflies flutter around your stomach at the small observation.
The both of you silently watched your intertwined hands. That is until Finnick decided to speak up.
“I would,” he said ambiguously, caressing the side of your hand with his thumb. “I would still want to. Even in different circumstances.”
The blush on your face reddened even more; your cheeks were on fire at this point. Even in different circumstances. Was that his way of confessing… that he did have feelings for you? It wasn’t exactly explicit, but it was certainly implied. Oh god, you didn’t know what to think.
You didn’t bother to reply; words probably would have failed you anyway. You just gave his hand a slight squeeze in acknowledgement—well, it was more in appreciation. It was obvious how hard he was trying to make you feel comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, you couldn’t shake the nerves that were rattling your entire being.
Sex was a pretty big milestone—to you, at least—and here you were, on the precipice with someone you trusted with your life. Did you love Finnick? You weren’t sure. What you did know was that your feelings for him were deep, and even though neither of you had ever clearly confessed to each other, you knew he felt something for you too. Which made everything all the more daunting.
“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.
You nodded.
“We still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
You shook your head, lifting your gaze to his. “No, I—”
His eyebrows pulled inwards, awaiting your answer. His eyes were so inviting and full of understanding, if you hadn’t lost the ability to form full sentences, you would have found yourself spilling all your secrets to him. He was so patient with you. So good. You had to rethink your uncertainty about loving him.
“I…” you tried again. Your eyes flickered back and forth from his sea-green eyes to his soft, pink lips. As shameful as it felt to admit, you had imagined what it would feel like to have his lips on yours many times before. Usually right before you went to sleep. Never would you have thought the day would come when it would actually happen.
He was still caressing the side of your palm, silently reassuring you, encouraging you to communicate with him. You sighed, closing your eyes. If he wanted you to communicate, then you would.
“Finnick,” you whispered. “Kiss me.”
Your words drifted into the air, stilling everything in the room—the air, Finnick’s hand. Your heart. He just stared at you, unblinking, unmoving, like someone had hit pause on the television at the tensest moment. The tension was tearing you apart and you almost got up and left the room. But you didn’t. Because suddenly, the sides of your face were cupped by large hands and his lips were on yours.
Finnick Odair was kissing you.
His lips pressed against yours once more in one long close-mouthed kiss before leaving again. Shock came and left within seconds and you found the courage to copy his actions. Your lips locked perfectly onto his, remaining still, enjoying the pressure and tingly warmth of simply having them connected. Then your lips moved to kiss him again. And again, and again until soon enough, his tongue had slyly slid into your mouth and you had somehow instantaneously become a master at French kissing.
This kiss felt familiar, despite it being your first. Like something you had done millions of times before, but only with him. Like having his lips on yours was the most natural thing to ever exist.
A hand moved onto your waist and suddenly you were being pulled onto his lap, legs straddling his lap. Your hands fell on his chest, mindlessly wandering and feeling the toned muscles ripple underneath your palms as he pulled you closer by the neck to deepen the kiss. Damn the people of the Capitol, but they were right to say he was an incredible kisser.
“Finn,” you huffed in between kisses, “have you got a rock in your pants?”
He pecked your lips once more with a smirk, resting his forehead against yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths. “No,” he chuckled. “I’ve just got a beautiful girl on my lap.”
Your eyes opened to see him grinning at you with mischief. Oh.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
You nodded jerkily. “Ye—Yes, that’s okay.”
“Okay, good.”
Biting your lip, you looked down between your bodies. Curiously, you rocked your hips along the length of his lap once, earning a quiet grunt from him.
He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Careful,” his voice was low, tempting.
And of course, in full defiance, you did it again. His warning was a bluff. He made no real action to prevent you from grinding any further on his erection, so you kept moving, and he kept revealing how good it made him feel. The thin fabric of your shorts created a little barrier between his hard lap and the growing sensitivity between your thighs.
Meanwhile, you found yourself never wanting to be parted from Finnick’s lips. With every rock of your hips, your hands ran over every inch of his upper body, eventually settling in his hair. The way he kissed reminded you of stories of District Twelve. A district full of hunger and desperation. Only what Finnick was craving wasn’t the fullness of food in his stomach, but the desire to devour you whole. To ravage you. And by God, would you give anything to satiate him.
Forget what you thought before. This wasn’t just a victor keeping his tribute alive. As clear as the sea on a sunny day, this was a man giving himself over to a woman he loved. You. Finnick loved you.
When you pulled back to tentatively lift your shirt over your head, his eyes stayed on yours. Your breasts were literally bare and he just continued to scan the features of your face. However, you did notice the subtle shift in his breathing.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking the side of your breast.
A shy, cheek-warming smile crept on your face and then suddenly, Finnick was rolling you over. Your head fell back onto the soft silk pillows, Finnick hovering above you. This position remained for a long while, the time spent simply kissing each other, alternating between deep tongue-filled kisses and soft sweet pecks. There were moments when you both stopped to flirt or giggle. These were the times you entirely forgot the whole reason you were doing this in the first place.
It was just you and Finnick. Two new lovers in a perfect world.
After a while, your lips had swollen with warm, passionate heat. You were flushed and you didn’t even need to look to know your hair was already a tangled mess. But you didn’t care.
One of Finnick’s hands had begun to wander down your stomach, breaking the established pattern of merely making out. You knew what was coming and surprisingly, you weren’t afraid. Unlike outside the penthouse apartment, there was no danger. Not in this room, in this bed, or in the hands that caressed you. He grazed across the skin beneath your belly button, causing your body to flinch up into his.
Of course, he smirked at that—the smug asshole.
He returned to your lips before lowering down to your neck and sucking soft, red marks into your fragile skin. His fingers found the edge of your waistband. At this point, you were already breathing like a marathoner.
His lips detached from your neck. “Can Itouch you?”
“Yes, please,” you breathed.
As he travelled down, down beneath your waistband, he pecked your reddened lips once more. A soft gasp escaped you and warmth tingled between your thighs. His fingers were gentle as he began circling that sweet, sensitive spot only you had ever touched. Having someone else touch you felt so much more different, so much more exquisite. Your body responded to his touch immediately, hips following each movement of his fingers, breaths quickening in pace.
Finnick gazed down at you, observing each pleasured twist of your expression. He began to pick up the pace as he noticed your body familiarising itself with the sensation. More pressure was applied and the gasps leaving your mouth were gradually turning into quiet moans.
“This feel okay?” he asked. Obviously, he knew the answer, but after years of having others take advantage of him, he couldn’t help but want to hear your willingness. Your consent.
But you weren’t sure if the words could form. Everything felt like it was vibrating. All you could do was focus on the pleasure his fingers were building.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me.”
His voice had taken on that seductive purr he was well-known for and you just couldn’t deny him. It took everything inside you to muster up the words. “It—it feels so good.”
He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture was so sweet, you could have cried. So sweet even with his hand stroking between your legs and his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Time slowed as his fingers sped up. Muscles in your stomach were tightening. Your insides were churning—not like when you first entered your Games’ arena, but in the best way possible. It was a sensation you had never felt before, but before it could build any more, Finnick’s hand stilled. And you genuinely whined at the loss of friction.
Then his hand moved even lower, resting a singular finger over your slick entrance. Your eyes were wide, unsure of how to feel with the sudden turn of events.
Finnick’s eyes flickered between your own. "You trust me?”
You weren’t sure if an easier question existed. “I do.”
And his lips were on yours again, deep and sensual. His tongue rolled over your own, pushing forward and then retreating in a perfect rhythm. He almost successfully distracted you from the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you knuckle-by-knuckle. Some sort of sound resembling a mix of discomfort and surprise vibrated in your throat as his finger bottomed out.
There wasn’t much pain. It was just an odd feeling.
Your lips parted from his and he looked down at you, his eyes holding an immense amount of security as he communicated through your shared gaze.
Does it hurt?
You gave him a gentle smile. No. Keep touching me.
He returned your smile with a grin. Gladly.
His buried finger curled, shooting a sharp pang up into your stomach which caused your back to arch up against his bare torso. Whether you considered it painful or pleasurable was uncertain. Perhaps a mix of both. He did it again. This time you settled on describing it as a tight twinge in your lower stomach which sent a wave of chills down your legs. Definitely pleasurable. Only, he stopped indulging you with the sensation after the second time.
Instead, you felt another finger slowly slip inside you and whimpered. Now that hurt. You felt your inner walls stretch with the second addition and it stung. Especially when he began to scissor his fingers inside you. This was him preparing you for the real deal. How you were supposed to have Finnick inside you when just his fingers had you stuffed was incomprehensible. But you allowed him to keep going, trying to enjoy the comforting kisses he pampered onto you.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he said.
Your hands moved to push back his messy bronze hair as he hovered above you. His dimples deepened with a grin and you swore you would endure any pain to keep them etched on his face. After he deemed you stretched out enough, he slowly rose to his knees, unbuttoning his trousers and throwing them aside. You couldn’t do anything but stare. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The way you gulped was almost cartoonish. How the hell was he supposed to fit? You had never seen a man naked before—you weren’t even sure Finnick was human. He had a body sculptured by the Gods, a face carved by angels, and a… well, let’s just say he didn’t disappoint in any other areas. You weren’t sure if the smug look on his face was real or a carefully curated mask created for his Capitol customers. By the way it quickly washed away, you could tell it was the latter.
He began sliding your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor. Suddenly, you felt extremely vulnerable. Almost inferior. Your knees fell together, concealing the most private part of yourself from him. You avoided his gaze, cheeks becoming red and hot as he observed your naked frame. He had a way of looking at you as if you were a long-forgotten masterpiece, rediscovered from centuries of being lost. No one had looked at you like that before him.
Gently, he pried apart your legs and you didn’t bother trying to resist. Only when he descended and settled between your legs did the insecurity dwindle into the background of your mind. Your naked bodies were hot against each other. His weight pinned you against the bed. Everything that was yours touched all that was his. You thought this experience would feel like a dream, but it all felt so real. You were nervous, you were trembling, and your breaths were shaky.
Finnick was quick to recognise the nervousness radiating off you. His arm curled beneath you, somehow pulling you even closer, meanwhile, his other arm rested beside your head. He brushed strands of hair away from your face, soothing you with his tender touch.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
You nodded. You wanted this—wanted Finnick. It was just the anticipation that was killing you. Your thighs squeezed his sides to tell him you were ready. For a few moments longer, he restarted the pattern of sweet kisses, rolling tongues, and the warmth of blood rushing to your head. His hand was caressing your cheek; yours were splayed on his back, gliding over the rippled muscles.
Then finally, he shifted, his hand moving south to align himself with your entrance. All you could do was watch his focused expression. This was the moment. The threshold of your relationship would be crossed as soon as he pushed forward. There was no one else you wanted to share the experience with because you knew this wasn’t just sex. Not for him or for you; it was more than that. Something bordering spiritual, breaking the bounds of physical pleasure and entering into a deep emotional connection. Something no paying customer of the Capitol could provide.
He was gazing down at you, half-cradling your head as he began to say, “Are you su—" But before he could finish, you had pressed your lips to his, answering his question. You were sure. He nodded in response.
His eyes were hesitant he began to push his tip between your folds. Your fingers dug into his back, more from anxiety than anything else. It became a game of stopping and starting as he moved deeper inside inch-by-inch, allowing your walls time to adjust around him. Never had you seen someone’s face filled with so many emotions—concentration, controlled gratification, affection. So many feelings twisted his expression. Meanwhile, yours held only one. Discomfort. He was so big; you felt like you were being split apart and he wasn’t even fully inside yet.
Finally, when his pelvis connected with yours, you exhaled a heavy breath. It hurt. Bad. Finnick had the right idea to lay down a towel because you definitely needed it. He had you filled to the brim, stretched out and stuffed. Even the slightest shift in his position had your hands flying to his shoulders in pain.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, just—” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress a whimper. “Just go slow.”
He nodded. You smiled. Then for some odd reason, you laughed. And then so did he. Finnick’s face fell into the crook of your neck, muffling his boyish laughs into your skin. The added movements had your insides dully aching, but you didn’t pay it much attention. The moment was so innocently intimate that you wanted to stay in it forever. He lifted his head to press his grinning lips to yours and the laughter began to dissipate. Your mouths moved slowly together, full of heat and fervent emotion, and suddenly, Finnick’s body began to move too.
Careful as not to harm you, he slid himself backward in one slow motion and then pushed forward again in another. Pain stung at your inner walls and your lips left his as a gasp escaped your mouth. You were tempted to close your eyes whilst riding out the discomfort but couldn’t bring yourself to look away from Finnick’s face. He was so mesmerizingly beautiful.
His cheeks were a baby pink. Lips were a rosy red. There was a thin sheen covering his forehead, slightly wrinkled by his furrowed brows. Those messy bronze locks you adored so much fell in strands across his forehead. The evident concentration and care on his face just made him look all the more picturesque.
While you admired his features, you started to notice the pain accompanying his slow thrusts was becoming more tolerable. There was still a sting, but also a dull twinge in your stomach that had you biting your bottom lip. It felt sort of… nice. And you wanted to experiment with that feeling.
Your hands were hooked around his shoulders. “Faster.”
Are you sure? His lustful eyes spoke.
You pulled him back down to your mouth. Absolutely.
And so, his hips started to rock back and forth at a faster pace. You could feel yourself clench around his cock from the change of rhythm but forced yourself to relax. He thrust in and out, rubbing against the ripples of your walls, tip brushing at a spot inside you that was anything but pain. That is what you focused on—that one sweet spot.
Time went on and he gradually increased his speed. Your lips were swollen and red, no doubt from the way he would nip and suck on your bottom lip in between each flick of his tongue. His breaths were coming out louder, heavier, as were your own. Soon enough, you were in a rhythm that was both pleasurable for him and for you. The pain lingered but it was no longer unbearable. A shudder ran down your body and your pussy fluttered around him. Finnick broke away from your lips with a breathy groan that you swore you could feel in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
His thrusts became a little faster, a little more painful. A hand slipped down between your bodies and the pain faded quicker than it came. He was rubbing circles around your clit, occasionally running his fingers across it which caused you to lurch upward. All of a sudden, you came to the realisation that everything bad that had been clouding your mind had disappeared. The ache, the confrontation with Snow. Everything. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure slowly building between your thighs and in your stomach. And Finnick. His tantalising eyes. His wicked mouth. His throbbing cock.
People always said your first time would be horrible; this was anything but. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you… loved him? Yeah, you loved him. Also because he was something of an expert at sex. You were in a pretty unlucky predicament but having Finnick willingly fucking you was a blessing.
His fingers were relentless, applying the perfect amount of pleasure that had you writhing beneath him. And added with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you, your uneven breaths turned into soft moans. He fucked, he rubbed, he nipped and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. Heat was enveloping your entire body.
“Finnick,” you moaned.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” His voice was strained and hoarse.
His hand left your clit, hooking around your thigh, and curling it around his back so he could thrust even deeper. He restarted his rhythm of rubbing circles, but his thrusts felt different. Instead of just brushing that sensitiveness deep inside you, he was mercilessly hitting it. Over and over. Your moans were louder now; Finnick was more vocal too, grunting and occasionally uttering words of praise.
This went on for a while. His stamina was incredible—if you had a moment to think, you would have realised the depressing reasoning behind it. But you couldn’t think at all. Your heel was digging into his back; nails scratching at his skin. Both of you had a layer of sweat covering your bodies, skin wet, slapping and sliding over one another. Your pheromones had filled the room with the smell of sex, driving your need to finish.
Finnick’s mouth had been everywhere at this point. Your lips, your neck, shoulders, and breasts. Everywhere except your pussy, not that it really mattered anymore.
It was hard for you to comprehend how fucking amazing the sensations you felt were. There was heat and pressure pooling in your stomach, increasing at a slow pace, and growing more powerful by the minute. Finnick’s hips moved at a steady pace, but his hand had begun to slow. Even he had to succumb to fatigue at some point. He sounded like he had run for miles though was obviously pushing himself on for your benefit.
Instead of ceasing his tiring hand movements entirely, he switched hands. And that was when the heat in your stomach turned into a blazing inferno. He was much faster now. Applied more pressure. Your head fell back against the pillow with a cry. His cock was throbbing inside you at the sound.
“That feel good? Huh?” he practically moaned.
He left kisses across the stretch of your neck, running his tongue over the skin and leaving behind red marks.
“Yes!” you cried out.
Your entire body felt like it was being dipped into a white-hot flame of pleasure and the feeling was only increasing. It was clear Finnick felt the same way. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, he was cursing left and right, and he was practically pulsing inside you.
The heat in your stomach was overwhelming but you needed more.
“Finnick, I feel—I feel—” You couldn’t even describe it.
Finnick nodded, breathing heavily above you. God, he looked gorgeous. “You’re gonna come.”
Your half-lidded needy eyes met his. Something about him saying those words sent a wave of acceleration through your body. You hadn’t known what the edge was until you were on the brink of coming, and there was no stopping it. His cock plunged in and out, pushing deep inside you, practically rocketing your orgasm to the surface with each thrust. His fingers moved at such an intense pace you didn’t even know was physically possible.
As your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth fell open and every frantic breath, moan, and cry was able to escape. Finnick had the same problem. Fuck, he sounded so sexy, it only spurred you on.
Then it hit you all at once. “Fu—"
Every inch of your body tensed. You were sent into a space where white noise filled your hearing and bliss was all you knew. No pain. No sadness. Just ecstasy. Electric sparks jolted up and down your body, rising to your head, and causing you to see stars behind your closed eyes. Your moans were uncontrollable and desperate, voicing Finnick’s name over and over.
His thrusts were frenzied and sloppy, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. He had lifted your lower back into an arch, enhancing the sensation coursing through your body. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him, so much that he was abruptly thrown into his own high. His hips stuttered and eventually, his cock filled you as deep as he could, spurting out warm strings of white that coated your inner walls.
He collapsed on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your fingers wound into his hair, clinging to him as the aftershocks of your orgasm ravaged your body. Legs trembling and mouth panting, you lay there allowing yourself to regain your breath and ability to move.
After pressing a lazy kiss to your neck, Finnick slid off you, falling onto the bed beside you. Hopefully the towel was enough to save the silk sheets.
Now that you were resting, exhaustion had the chance to cloud your mind. You weren’t sure what the customs were after sex—whether you made conversation or simply went to sleep. The latter sounded pretty good though. A warm hand slipped beneath your back, turning your body sideways and pulling you so you were half strewn across Finnick’s chest and legs. You made no effort to resist.
Eyes closed, you listened to the heart beating inside his ribs. Thrumming intensely though starting to return to a normal rate.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a murmur, sounding utterly drained.
His thumb drew gentle patterns on the skin of your waist.
You nodded against his chest, remaining silent. After a little while you finally decided to speak. “I’m glad it was you.” And then after a few more moments of silence, you added, “I wish it was just you.”
You felt him press his lips to the top of your head. A long and emotional kiss. The whole reasoning behind losing your virginity returned to mind. It felt heavy, weighing down the atmosphere in the room. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, what was coming was inevitable. You wouldn’t get to stay with Finnick in this bed. You wouldn’t get to belong to him, or he you. You both belonged to the Capitol. To Snow. No matter how much you wished to belong to each other.
He whispered, “Me too.”
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Man I know I'm bitching about this a lot but I think the complete degradation of the satire and edge of the fallout series over time makes me so mad. The first game literally has an occupying American soldier shooting a Canadian protester dead right there in the opening to let you know the game's stance towards the military and the US as a whole; it's a biting attack on the jingoistic, war-and-profit loving country the US was, rooted in reality. It immediately forces the player to recognize the US (especially in this setting) were not heroic, patriotic do-gooders, but violent, colonizing bastards who blew up the world over chasing a white-picket-fence dream. "War never changes" is about the futile nature of war, the repeating cycles of violence and corruption, the very principles of fighting your fellow man never changing over time. It is always abhorrent, it is always messy, it is always reprehensible, and it is always done for the self interest of the elite in some way. Men do not die for their country, they simply die. Contrasting that with the opening of Fallout 4, which seems to idolize the military and pre-war America, is fucking baffling. You have those white picket fences, those perfect nuclear families, and "war never changes" is stretched like an Animorph cover from a harsh condemnation of the violent cycles the world is put through to a patriotic, watered down idea that war is inevitable and so are heroes. There's no fucking edge to how Fallout 4 remembers the country that ended the world; it gleefully eats up the Americana iconography, sanding down every edge that could make the player even consider that the US in the world of Fallout is meant to be our US taken to a logical extreme, instead revelling in patriotic clothes and ideals and icons while the entire basis of the franchise was built on satirizing and critiquing that exact blind patriotism. It drives me insane that these two completely ideologically different games are under the same roof and that one of them fell for the exact propaganda the first game was satirizing in the first place.
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Wild West
Pairing: Cowgirl!Reader x Spencer Reid
Summary: Save a horse, ride a Federal Agent !
Disclaimers: VERY BAD COUNTRY ACCENT, silly horse riding, horse facts, super brief talk of a murder case. SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI Dry humping, riding, piv sex, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, afterrcaree <3
A/N: NOT PROOFREAD ! i channeled all my angst and emo into this fic and i think the sex part is pretty good, does that make any sense ? Nope ! But did it work ? Yup !!! Anyway, COWBOY SPENCER !!!!!!

Spencer Reid never considered himself the spontaneous type, especially when it came to his free time. Preferring chess games in the parks against college students, reading in his apartment or spending his government money in libraries. He never fancied being an outdoorsy person, especially out in the sun, all that sweaty skin making his skin crawl. However that changed when a very beautiful and cute cowgirl made him an offer.
"No, I haven't seen anything down here. My cameras only catchin' some raccoons or deer, nothin' like murderers" You shrug as you lean against the fences lining the ranch, the agents nodding at your response and turning to walk away. "Hey.." you call out, specifically to the tall curly haired agent. "If you ever have any free time, feel free to stop by. My girls are nice, I promise" With a wink and soft giggles, the agents leave with one flustered and one with a shit eating grin on his face.
Stepping out of his car, the scent of horses strong in the air, it's slightly stinky but nothing horrible that you wouldn't expect. The dirt is dry and the air matches the feel, the wind blowing said dirt up. He squints from the sunlight hitting his face and he begins making his way onto the property. He stepped up on the wooden rickety porch and opened your very creaky screen door, the porch creaking in response under his weight. He doubts your home, seeming as its mid-day and you live on an equestrian farm. He figures you're most likely tending to them.
Still he knocked and waited. And when we didn't get an answer, he rightfully assumes his previous assumption was correct. He rounds your house to the back where he sees the back of your figure, tending to a beige horse. Your hands moved with such care and love and the wind blew your hair softly against your back. He hasn't even seen your face and he can already feel his chest tighten with excitement. You turn just at the right time to catch him walking about a foot away from your fence.
"Well look who it is, Doctor Reid" you tease as you walk closer to where he was standing on the other side of the fence.
"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name" he's more flattered than surprised, placing his hands in his pocket.
"Well it aint often I got feds pokin and prodin around for serial killers" You tease, posting up with your hands on your hips as you both just stare at each other. Something sparking that wasn't expressed yet understood so well. You look away after a second or so "So, how about I show you around ?" He nods and enters the fence.
Hes a little wary about the horses and to combat that anxiety, he begins doing what he does best. "Did you know that horses have actually helped find several different diseases and cures, like HIV, HPV and even tumor viruses ?" He begins spewing facts about horses and ranches as he follows through the stables and around your farm.
"well aint that so ?" You reply and lean against the stable of a grulla horse, the horse poking it's head above the door and eyeing Spencer curiously. "This here is my darling angel, Rosie. She's the second horse I got when I was an older teen and she's been with me since" You introduce the horse to Spencer and pet her.
Rosie leans her head closer to Spencer, sniffing as he awkwardly greets the horse leaning back anxiously. Seeing the reaction from him, he huffs in Spencer's face and makes his hair slightly messy. You laugh at the mischievous behavior from Rosie. "I promise she's a sweetheart" you reassure him as he fixes his hair and wipes his face off.
After getting Spencer to change his converse for boots, you let him walk horses around with you before getting enough confidence and feel to actually ride them with you. Spencer tenses as the horse roams around, holding onto the horn of the saddle like it was a lifeline. You giggle as you ride next to him, telling him to relax and that Rosie won't hurt him "unless you want her to"
"I don't want her to !" Spencer responds, his tone much higher and scared than he meant it to be. You laugh at his response, turning your tobiano you were on to one side of the ranch and calling Rosie to come towards you. Hearing your call, Rosie comes prancing to you which causes Spencer to yelp and squeeze with his thighs as hard as he could out of fear of falling off. You can't help but laugh at his response, leaning forward as Spencer scolds you for laughing at him. "81% of horseback riders get injured sometimes during their life ! I have a right to be terrified !"
You roll your eyes at his geeky, anxious behavior and check the time on your watch, it's been 2 hours since you two started on the horses. "It's been 2 hours, you wanna call it ?" You ask and he responds with much glee at the suggestion. Getting off of the horse, you make quick work to get to Spencer's side to help him off the horse. It would suck if a federal agent fell off your horse and got trampled by your horse.
Back at the stables, after a nice talk and walk back, you get the horses settled into their stables. You both walk out the stable, laughing and getting to know each other slightly better. "You should've seen your face riding the horse !" You poked fun at him teasingly and he chuckled slightly embarrassed. "How was that case of yours you were with ?" You stop at the entrance when you ask him the question, crossing your arms and looking up at him.
"It went about the same as the rest of our cases, sadistic serial killer, a lot of childhood trauma that fueled a lot of his killing. Luckily we got him before he got to his 6th victim" He informs with the same glee and enthusiasm that he had with the horse facts.
You nod, pursing your lips "it's good we have handsome fellas like you protecting these lands" You smirk and raise a single brow at him. His face slightly flushes and he chuckles, stepping closer to you with his hands still in his pockets.
"You think I'm handsome ?" He asks with a low tone and you place your hands on his chest then slide them up to his shoulders. Once he feels your hands on him, he takes that as a cue to place his hands on your waist.
"I wouldn't have let just any agent on my property" you smile and he leans in, pressing his lips on yours. You reciprocate with the same slow romance before it quickly becomes rough and passionate. You both grasp and pull at each other, groaning and moaning into the kiss before you pull away and push him away softly. "Might wanna go to a spot with less eyes watching us" you tease and upon realizing what you mean, he agrees.
Not even three feet into the back door and you two are back to passion. With him, quickly undoing his buttons and you mirror his actions. You both toss the shirts in the dinning room and quickly make your way to the living room. You make quick on undoing your buckle and unzipping your pants after you push Spencer down onto your worn-in couch. Stepping out of your boots and jeans, you would've worn a matching bra and panties if you knew you would have such a wild guest but Spencer sure as hell isn't complaining. You climb onto his lap and flip your hair away from your face before going down to kiss him again.
Spencer's hands begin to develop a mind of their own as they wander the back of your body. Trailing down your back and gripping your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The kiss quickly gets sloppy as you begin rocking your lips. You both pull away to release some blocked moans and groans, Spencer gripping your thighs as you dry hump him. "That's it baby" he softly praises you. You throw your head back as your hips gain speed and before you can start going even faster, his hands stop you.
You whine and lean against him, your hands trailing down his upper arms. "i need you, I wanna ride you" you softly beg practically in his ear.
"you like riding huh ?" He teases as you lean back to let him slide his jeans off just enough to reveal his boxers, and then his cock. You feel your cunt water just at the sight of it, already imagining how it's gonna feel deep inside you. You undo the clips of your bra and toss it just as you did with your shirt earlier. Spencer moans at the sight and his cock pulses against his tummy. He slides his hands from your waist up the front of your stomach to your boobs, letting his hands feel them. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing at his wrist as he massages your boobs.
"I wanna see your face as you ride me, baby" he speaks in a low tone. You bite your lip in response and sit up to move your panties to the side. Grabbing his cock, you begin to stroke it causing him to groan and throw his head back against the couch. You line him up with your entrance and connecting your lips with his, you start sitting down. As soon as you feel the stretch, you pull away and gasp out small moans. Balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulder, you slowly sink down til hes all the way inside you. You both haven't started and are already a moaning mess.
"oh my.." you gasp out, sitting still before sitting up and sinking back down. You gasp out sharp breaths and tiny moans as you start off slow. Spencer's hands grip your hips as you move up and down, matching your moans with each movement. Praises and expletives spilling out as you gain speed and as you ride him faster, the louder you both become. Thank god you don't have neighbors for hours because they won't be extremely uncomfortable and probably upset.
"Hon- ah..Honey, I'm so close- ah.." you manage between moans as you feel a heat pooling in your stomach. Spencer cups the peak of your ass as your rhythm becomes faster and almost animalistic in pursuit of your climax.
"Yea baby ? Go ahead, cum for me" He encourages and that's what pushes you to finish. You sink down, your legs shaking and your entire body heating up as you feel the wave hit you. The sweet, euphoric wave that makes your back arch and you cry out. Spencer grips your ass as you finish and squeeze around him. "Just a little more, okay ?" He softly asked before he began thrusting up into you, making you moan even louder. The overstimulation makes your mind spin and you swore you saw the pearly gates.
"Yes, Spencer ! Oh my god !" You cry out and he slams up into you, filling you. His hips shutters against you before you both collapse. You lay against him, breathing heavy as the heat wears off and your skin finally reacts to the cool ac in the room. He wraps his arms around you, checking your face. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, through labored breathing.
"yea.." you breathe out, nodding before snuggling closer. He keeps his arms wrapped around you for only a moment before lifting your body to take himself out of you. Mixed cum dripping out of you, making you whimper as you feel it drip down onto his jeans and couch.
"i got you, it's okay" he softly comforts you before laying you down next to him, he tucks himself in his jeans and stands up. "Let me clean you up" he pecks your lips before hurrying off to your kitchen. Yup, this isn't gonna be the only time this hot ass fed rides your horses and there's definitely gonna be even more riding later on.
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Fearless Manager [Part 2]

[Part 1]
TW⚠️: canon divergence and honestly I don't know what else to put.
A/n: In one day the first part blew up... like that was too fast.
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Right now, you are double-checking the stage for the boys' debut. So far, nothing was out of place, you'd have to thank Jelly later for doing an amazing job.
"All good. Now those guys should be here... in five- no four minutes." Guess there is some time to spare.
But several minutes pass and they're still not here. "Darn... you assign them something simple and they choose to be late." Looking around, trying to find those candy colored boys. And then you spot them coming from a narrow street.
Once they got to you did you ask.
"What took you guys so long?"
Jinu tried to play it off, badly so. "It doesn't matter, we're here now!" You just stared at him until he finally admitted it. "Abby lost the buttons and needed them fixed."
You lean to the side to see Abby with his shirt open, he looks one blond wig away from looking like he was gonna pose for a romance novel cover. "So you just gave up?"
Jinu turned where you were looking and then turned back with an awkward smile. You didn't let him talk, just motioned for Abby to come over to you as you pulled out a little box of safety pins from your bag and used them to close his shirt, making sure the pins weren't visible.
"Just for your information, a muscle shirt can have the same effect without it being a safety hazard."
Abby didn't reply, he just stared down at you, and a glint of gold could be seen in his eyes.
"Alright, you guys goofed around long enough, now get this performance over and done with, you're all behind on schedule."
You chase them all onto the stage and then go backstage.
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Wow...
The debut went swimmingly. The song was catchy, the dancing was good, and the people were eating it up. Pretty sure you saw popcorn flying everywhere... which was weird.
Anyway, Jinu announced they will be guests on that game show tonight and then they disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
They can do that?
Wait. Did they just ditch you?
"Almost forgot our manager." Abby wrapped his arms around you and picked you up off the ground. Then your vision is covered by pink smoke.
When the smoke cleared you were back in your apartment, where the rest of them were. A moment passes and you realized something.
"If you guys can teleport, why didn't you do it instead of coming late?"
Silence...
Makes you wonder if they forgot they could do that or if they just couldn't be bothered to do it. You're not gonna bother with it.
"Okay, time to- Abby, put me down." You almost forgot that he was holding. Only when your feet touched the ground did you continue. "Thanks. Now, what was I gonna say?"
"You got the rest of the day off?" Romance asked, already wanting to laze around.
"No, that doesn't sound right. Oh, right, the game show!" Four out of five of them groan and you take a look at the time. "We have time for a break, don't worry about it." That was followed by sighs of relief.
Seriously? These guys only did one performance and they're acting like they were on a three-day hike.
You're starting to think this wasn't worth the favor.
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Skip to the game show, you were again backstage, watching as the boys were struggling for their afterlives to drink all the hot sauce and not pass out, it was funny.
Suddenly someone bumped into you.
"Oh! Sorry-"
"It's all good-"
Both of you are cut off mid-sentence when you realized who it was.
"It's you."
You said in unison. It was that girl from last night, this time she was wearing a black leather outfit. Another girl with twin buns peaks out behind her.
"You know her Rumi?"
So her name was Rumi.
She tried to form an explosion, badly so, tripping and repeating her words, to which that girl and another tall girl with pink hair, narrowed their eyes at her in confusion.
"We've bumped into each other by accident." Technically speaking, it wasn't incorrect, just too complicated for an explanation.
Your phone vibrates, it's an incoming call.
"I gotta take this. It was nice to see you again miss."
And then you walked away. Not noticing that Jinu was secretly watching you, or that Rumi wanted to stop you.
When you were pretty sure you were somewhere private, did you answer the video call.
"Is it on yet Jelly?"Gwi-ma asked, even though you see purple flames on the screen, you knew he wasn't looking.
"She answered! She already answered, look!" Jelly's voice comes from the background. You let out a small snort when the accent demon finally noticed you onscreen.
"Hi, old man. What's the situation?"
"Just wanted to check up on how the plan is unfolding."
"Can't you see through the other demons?"
"You got me! I wanted to see how you were doing. They're not causing you any trouble, are they?"
He sounded like a parent, checking up on their adult child who just moved out.
"Um. No! No trouble at all. It's only day one, so no complaints can be drawn."
So you continued your conversation, not knowing the shenanigans that are being pulled on stage.
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"Are you kidding me. Again?" You say when you find out when the Saja Boys dipped on you, again.
"That's it! They can teleport. I'm going home."
Such a tiring job this is.
A/n: This could've been longer, but I procrastinated too much.
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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 - ✗♡✗♡



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ㄨpairing: Playboy!San x Fem!Reader
ㄨsummary: Y/N never paid much attention to Choi San: campus heartbreaker, walking red flag, and notorious for ruining girls with just one crooked smile. He had a reputation for chewing people up and spitting them out before sunrise. Shes spent months avoiding his games. But one drink fueled night at Hongjoongs dorm changes everything. Lingering stares turn into something heavier. The tension snaps when theyre left alone and resisting him stops being an option.
ㄨcontent: nsfw! mdni!, smut, sexual tension, p in v, fingering, eating out, blow job, bite marks, dirty talk, san being rough, hair pulling, pet names(princess,good girl), ons, alcohol consume, san being possessive asf(and crazy jealous of hongjoong + mentioned while fucking) IF U DONT LIKE ANYTHING ROUGH DONT READ THIS(╥‸╥)
ㄨwc: 4k
ㄨa/n: hi guys im back with another smut story, since the last one literally blew up, tysm for all the reblogs n likes!! i hope u like it(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
(also the ending feels a bit rushed mb D:)
The first time you heard Choi San’s name, it came like a warning soft, sharp, and impossible to ignore.
“Dont even think about it. He will flirt just to watch you fall.” “Hes hot as fuck, sure, but trust me, look away.” “He will say youre different. He says that to everyone.”
You never put much belief in gossip. But San? He was the gossip.
The cocky grin. The loose hoodie always half-untied. A girl curled up in his lap, or his hand casually splayed on someones waist, like it was his campus.
Youd only met him once, a half-asleep introduction when your best friend, Hongjoong, dragged you to his dorm to pick something up. San was shirtless on the couch, eyes heavy-lidded, like he couldnt decide whether to irritate you or ruin you.
He said your name once. Smirked. Went right back to sleep.
You still remember how he said it.
Lately, though… somethings changed. Or maybe hes just actually seeing you now.
Youve caught him watching from across the quad, by the cafeteria, leaning against some wall like time doesnt apply to him. And when your eyes meet?
He doesnt look away.
He holds it, just long enough to settle in your stomach. Then that damn smile, like he knows something you havent figured out yet.
Fucking jerk.
This morning, you spot him again, just outside the lit building as youre leaving class. Your notebook is clutched to your chest, your focus on not tripping down the stairs.
Hes there, leaning against a random wall like he always does waiting for the next girl to talk to him and end up breaking her heart, one earbud in, casually scrolling through his phone like nothing around him matters. Like the whole worlds moving, and hes just waiting for it to catch up.
Then he looks up.
Your eyes meet without thinking. Reflex. You couldve looked away. Maybe you shouldve.
Definitely shouldve.
But you dont.
This time, he doesnt smile. Just tilts his head, eyeing you slow and deliberate, like hes studying something hes seen a hundred times but never really looked at before. Like maybe youre no longer part of the background.
Which sucked.
Youre the first to look away. You feel it, tight in your chest. And you know he sees it.
He always does.
Later that day a message from your best friend pops up on your phone.
joong⋆˙⟡: “dorm hangout tn. bring urself + your tolerance lol”
You pause, thumbs hovering.
You already know San shares that dorm. And suddenly, your stomach flips.
You tell yourself its not about him.
Its just a chill night, with your best friend, and his friends...
Just drinks. Just games. Just a couch and some music and a few bad decisions.
Nothings going to happen. Probably.
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You hadnt planned to stay long.
Well guess who was sprawled across the beanbag chair in the corner, already a drink in hand,
Right
San
His gaze lifts lazily from his red cup to your face, and that grin widens.
“Well, well… look who it is.”
You roll your eyes and walk in like hes not even worth acknowledging. The couch cushions dip as you squeeze between two mutual friends, and someone passes you a drink without asking.
Across the room, you can feel him watching you.
“You know San, right?” someone says to you, like youve never met.
“Unfortunately,” you mutter under your breath, taking a sip.
He hears it.
“She acts like she hates me” San tells the room, his voice smooth and loud enough to cut through the music, “but she never actually leaves when I show up.”
The room laughs. You don't.
You glance at Hongjoong, who raises his eyebrows like dont start. You wont. You swear.
But when your eyes flick back to San, hes still looking at you.
Not smirking now. Not teasing. Just watching.
You turn away.
A while later, the lights are lower. The drinks are stronger. A half-circle has formed on the floor for some classic chaotic college game, Never Have I Ever.
You get roped in.
People are already tipsy, confessions flying across the room like grenades.
“Never have I ever made out with someones ex.” “Never have I ever had a one night stand.” “Never have I ever sent a nude to the wrong person.”
Laughter. Groans. People are getting louder. Bolder. Sloppier.
And San, fucking San, is sitting directly across from you now, legs spread, leaning back on his hands like hes right where he belongs.
Your eyes meet.
He lifts his drink slowly, watching you over the rim of the cup.
“Never have I ever wanted someone I shouldnt have.”
He drinks. So do you.
Silence.
Then a couple people ooh and giggle, but youre barely listening.
Because San is still watching you. Like he knows.
Most people have cleared out.
The musics still playing in the background, but its quieter now, muted by the foggy haze of alcohol and half shut doors. A few bodies remain scattered across the couch and carpet, tipsy, distracted.
But you only notice him.
San is leaning against the wall, red solo cup dangling lazily from his fingers, eyes still fixed on you like hes waiting for something.
Thats it.
You slam your empty cup on the table and get up.
Walk straight across the room. Grab his wrist.
He lets you, doesnt resist for a second, just arches an eyebrow as you pull him down the narrow hall toward the back of the dorm.
“Y/N” he drawls, half amused, “you planning to fight me or fuck me?”
You dont answer.
You shove open the door to Hongjoongs room, thankfully empty and drag him inside.
It clicks shut behind you.
You release his wrist and turn to face him, jaw tight. Your hearts pounding, but you ignore it.
“What the hell is your problem?” you snap.
He blinks. “My problem?”
"Yeah, San. You stare at me all night like you own me. You say shit like that in front of everyone. What are you trying to do? Embarrass me? Make me part of your collection?”
I pause.
"Why are you so obsessed with me being next on your "who i played" list "
He’s quiet.
Too quiet.
Then… a laugh. Soft. Dangerous.
He steps forward.
“You really think Im trying to play you?” he says, voice low. “Youve been ignoring me for months. Dodging me like Im contagious. But the moment I look at you a little too long, you drag me into a room and ask me what my problem is?”
Hes in front of you now. So close you can smell the cologne clinging to his shirt, spicy, smoky, infuriatingly good.
You hold your ground, even tho you could practically feel your heart jumping out your chest.
“I dragged you in here to tell you to stop.”
“Then say it.”
“What?”
His voice drops.
“Say it. Tell me you dont want me. Right now. Ill walk out that door.”
Silence.
Your mouth opens. Closes. Nothing comes out.
And you hated yourself for that.
Because hes looking at you like he knows. And the worst part is, hes right.
He takes one more step, and suddenly his hand is on your hip. Gentle. Testing. Like hes giving you time to push him away.
You dont.
His breath ghosts along your cheek as he whispers.
“Didnt think so.”
You lift your head, looking up at the tall boy standing in front of you, your eyes meeting his. His gaze softens for a split second as he notices your vulnerable expression, but then hardens again.
“Those eyes... theyre going to be the death of me” he mutters before leaning down, his lips hovering near yours.
Your eyes flick down to his soft, plump lips, then to his Adams apple as it bobs while he swallows. Your face heats up a rush of alcohol and flusteredness mixing in your cheeks.
He holds the tension there, close enough you can feel his breath, but not quite touching. Then his voice drops lower “Say it. Tell me you dont want me.”
You can barely breathe, caught between wanting to push him away and the pull of every inch of him so close. The room feels smaller, the world narrowing down to just the two of you.
His lips press against yours, slow and teasing at first, then deepening with an urgent hunger that makes your heart pound. You reach up, trying to wrap your hands around his neck, but youre a little too short, and its harder than you expected. Your fingers barely graze the nape of his neck, but he just chuckles softly against your mouth.
Without missing a beat, his hands find your waist and lift you up effortlessly. You gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips to steady yourself.
“Wrap your legs around me. Now,” he commands, his voice low and rough, but there’s something almost desperate in it.
You obey, pulling him closer as your fingers finally find their way to the back of his neck, tightening your grip as the kiss deepens again.
He grunts in approval against your lips, the heat between you igniting something fierce. His hands tighten around your waist as he carries you forward, closing the small distance to Hongjoongs bed.
Without hesitation, he spins you around and slams you down onto the mattress, his body pressing against yours with delicious force.
Your breath catches, heart hammering as his hands roam, and the air between you crackles with raw, unspoken promises.
"So you did plan on fucking me?" He whispers between sloppy kisses.
Before you can answer, he leans back down and kisses you.
Sans eyes darken with lust as he looks down at your disheveled state, chest rising and falling, lips kiss swollen and parted. His hands grip the hem of your shirt, knuckles brushing the warm skin underneath.
His fingers trail upward slowly, brushing against your stomach, light, teasing touches that make your breath hitch. His gaze flicks up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything slows.
“Youre so fucking pretty like this” he mutters, voice thick and strained.
Your right hand grabs the back of his head, pulling him closer to your mouth as your lips brush his jaw, desperate and breathless.
“Cross me off your list” you whisper, voice trembling. “I dont care about it anymore… just take me already.”
You whimper the words against his skin, and it breaks something in him.
His body shudders, a low groan escaping his throat as he crushes his mouth back to yours, rougher this time, deeper, like hes been holding back for far too long and finally snapped.
A predatory grin spreads across Sans face at your words, his patience snapping completely.
“You asked for it, princess” he growls, his voice dark and full of promise.
In one fluid motion, his fingers find the hem of your shirt again, only this time, theres no teasing. He yanks it upward and over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.
Your breath catches, skin prickling at the sudden exposure, but before you can say a word, his lips crash back onto yours, hungry, wild, and unapologetic.
His hands slide over your bare skin like hes claiming every inch, fingertips burning trails across your waist, your sides, the curve of your back as he presses you deeper into the mattress.
You moan into the kiss, the sound slipping out before you can even think. Its not just from the way his mouth moves against yours, but from the way the tension thats been coiling in your chest all night finally snaps, spilling out in that one broken, breathless sound. Its messy, needy, and it makes him kiss you harder.
Your hands move instinctively, driven by something primal, sliding up his chest until they find his broad shoulders. Your fingers spread wide as you grip him, feeling the firm muscle flex under your touch. Theres something grounding in it, something solid and safe beneath the chaos. You cling to him, like if you let go now, you might fall apart completely.
His body reacts immediately, a low growl vibrating from his throat as your nails graze his skin. He pushes into you more firmly, the kiss deepening, hotter, rougher, like hes been waiting for you to unravel in his hands.
Sans hands roam up your back, fingers quickly finding the clasp of your bra. With practiced ease, he unhooks it, the soft click echoing in the quiet room as the straps slip off your shoulders.
You grow impatient, breath hitching as you lean closer and say, “San just do something already.”
His grin widens, dark and hungry, as he pulls you back into a heated kiss, eager to answer your challenge.
A dark chuckle escapes him once again as he slides your bra straps down your arms.
“Patience, princess. I want to savor this.”
But his hands betray his words as they roam greedily.
Your head falls back against the smooth fabric of Hongjoongs pillow. Fuck, were really doing this in my best friends bed, you mumble softly to yourself.
San pauses for a moment, a flicker of amusement flashing across his face before he leans down to nip at your neck.
“I dont care whose bed this is” he murmurs, biting harder, clearly unfazed by the location.
A-ah! San- you moan softly as his teeth gently sink into your skin.
He sucks on the bite mark, making sure itll leave a dark mark, his hands gripping your waist possessively, kissing down your chest.
You feel a familiar heat pooling between your legs. “Dont tease me” you whisper, voice thick with need.
Sans eyes flash with mischief as he notices your growing desperation, deliberately steering clear of where you want him most.
“But I love teasing you… its too fun watching you squirm.” He presses a soft kiss to your stomach instead.
Your hand quickly snakes into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling him closer down your body.
“Please” you whine, voice trembling, probably sounding needy as hell.
He lets out a low grunt at your boldness but finally yields, lowering himself until his face is just above the waistband of your jeans.
His fingers hook into the fabric, tracing the edge of your pants with deliberate intent.
There was nothing innocent in the way he looked at you. You whimper, hips arching up slightly.
San hooks his fingers into your jeans and underwear simultaneously, his breath growing heavier as he slowly tugs them down.
“Youre gonna regret being so demanding… Ill punish you for it.”
You quickly glance upward, suddenly finding the ceiling incredibly fascinating the moment he pulls your pants down in one smooth motion.
A soft ahem escapes you.
Embarrassment washing over you.
He catches your sudden shyness and smirks, swiftly pulling your pants all the way off and tossing them aside. "Dont act shy now, you were the one begging for this. Look at me" His voice is firm and commanding as his hands slide to spread your thighs apart.
You let out a soft groan as his strong hands spread your thighs apart, your pussy completely exposed and on full display beneath his touch.
Sans gaze turns almost feral as he drinks in the sight of you, pupils blown wide with desire. His thumbs glide in slow, teasing cirlces along your inner thighs, spreading warmth and tension with every pass. "So fucking pretty…and all mine to ruin" he mutters, voice low and wrecked. He leans in, breath hot against your trembling skin, making you twitch beneath his touch before he even lays his mouth on you.
He finally gives in to your pleading, lowering his mouth to you with a hunger he no longer tries to hide. His tongue slides out, giving you one slow, deliberate lick that makes your whole body jolt. "Mmm…you taste even better than I imagined" he growls against you, voice low and ruined. Without another word, his tongue begins to move with purpose circling flicking, devouring you like hes starved and youre the only thing thats ever mattered.
“Fuck, San… please” you gasp, your voice shaky with need as you throw your head back, sinking deeper into the pillow.
Your fingers stay tangled in his hair, gripping tighter, desperate to keep him right where you want him.
You bite your lip gently at the sudden contact of his tongue on your wet hole, a soft gasp escaping you as the sensation sends a shiver down your spine.
San flicks his tongue faster, one hand gripping tight to steady your wild movements as you try to buck beneath him.
“Dont hold back those sounds, i want to hear every one of them” he growls, voice thick with heat, before diving back in deeper.
You whine between broken moans, "Fuck, Sannie, please…use a finger."
He lifts his head slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
“Since you asked so nicely…” he murmurs, sliding one finger inside your as his mouth returns to worshipping your needy cunt.
"Oh fuck, please… yes", you gasp, bucking your hips upward with desperate need.
He slips another finger in, curling them expertly as he pumps in and out, "Youre so wet for me… dripping all over my hand" he growls, voice rough with desire. "My fingers arent enough, are they?"
“Mh, San… I’m gonna—cum!” you moan, struggling to catch your breath as waves of sensation overflow your body.
San doesn’t stop, his fingers repeatedly finding that sweet spot as he growls against your skin.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum all over my fingers and scream my name” he commands, voice low and urgent.
The familiar rush of your climax builds faster than you anticipated. “Shit- I-”
It doesn’t take long before you finally fall apart, your breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.
He senses your approaching climax and presses down harder, his fingers coiling inside you as he watches your face twist with pleasure. "Let go, princess… Ive got you" he whispers, eyes locked on you as you unravel completely.
San slowly slides his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste you as you catch your breath.
“That was just the beginning” he murmurs, wiping his chin before reaching for his belt buckle.
You swallow hard, your head still spinning from the alcohol as your eyes fixate on the noticeable bulge beneath his clothes.
He unbuckles his belt with deliberate slowness, savoring the way your eyes are locked onto the movement.
With a smooth motion, he unzips his jeans, releasing his hard cock from the confines of fabric.
Your eyes widen, saliva pooling in your mouth as you realize hes already leaking beads of pre cum.
San notices your reaction and lets out a deep chuckle, wrapping his hand firmly around himself.
“You look hungry… come here and taste it. Unless youre too scared,” he challenges, slowly stroking with deliberate intent.
You slowly inch forward, your hand wrapping around his shaft.
“Im not,” you whisper, voice steady and filled with quiet confidence.
His breath catches the moment your fingers brush him, but he keeps his cool, eyes locking onto yours with steady confidence.
“Prove it, then. Show me what that pretty mouth can do” he hums tilting his head back slightly, patiently waiting for you to make the next move.
You softly wrap your hands around him, stroking lazily before opening your mouth and shoving him in. A moan escapes as he hits the back of your throat causing you to gag.
Sans hips jerk forward instinctively at the sensation, his hand quickly gripping your hair. "Fuck… just like that. Take it deeper. Y/N. I know you can" He pulls your hair slightly, urging you on.
Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as his cock twitched in your mouth, signaling he was already close.
He looks down at you with dark, intense eyes, noticing the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes.
“Youre crying, but you’re still sucking me so well. Such a messy girl” he groans, his thighs tightening. “I’m gonna cum…”
You quickly pull away, a thin strand of saliva stretching from your lips to the tip of his dick.
San curses under his breath, chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches the string break.
“Whyd you stop? I was so close to filling that pretty little throat” he growls, gripping himself tightly, struggling to hold back his release.
You whine softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I want you to fuck me” you say, your needy hole throbbing painfully.
His eyes flash with raw desire as he grips your chin firmly, compelling you to meet his gaze.
“Turn around. Now.” His voice is sharp and commanding, thick with lust as he moves to position himself behind you.
You turn around in one swift motion, obeying him, arching your back and lifting your hips, presenting yourself to him without hesitation.
San grabs you firmly as he aligns his cock with your entrance.
“This what you want? My cock inside you?” he teases, pressing the tip gently against your wet folds but deliberately not pushing in yet.
You desperately wiggle your ass against his cock, eyes pleading.
“Please, Sannie,” you beg softly.
He roughly slaps your ass, making you jolt forward before he finally thrusts into you with rough urgency.
“Youre so desperate, its pathetic,” he growls, burying himself fully and setting a brutal pace as he moves inside you.
Your eyes roll back at the sudden stretch as he bottoms out.
“Fuck!” you scream, breath catching in your throat.
He pulls your hair once more, using it as leverage to pull you even closer, tightening his embrace around you.
You open your mouth, broken moans and whimpers escaping as he pounds into you, every movement sending waves of heat crashing through your body.
San leans down to bite your shoulder, his movements becoming erratic as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot.
“Youre so good… squeezing me so damn tight. Im gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
“Fuck, you feel so good… so big-” you gasp, clenching tightly around him.
He groans deeply as you clench around him, his grip tightening on your waist with just enough pressure to make you gasp. A crooked grin on his face despite the intensity between you. "Youre gonna cum again, arent you?" he mutter, voice low and rough. "I can feel it… your pussy is trembling" With that, he snaps his hips harder, driving deeper with every thrust.
“Ah- so good! I dont wanna cum yet,” you whine, voice trembling as your body fights to hold back the overwhelming release building inside you.
He lets out a dark, breathless laugh, slowing his movements but staying buried deep inside you, his chest pressed firmly against your back.
“Then dont. Hold it in” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “But Im not stopping until you break.” He grinds deliberately against your g spot.
You bite down on your lip hard, so hard, youre sure you can taste the faint metallic hint of blood.
His hand tangled in your hair tightens suddenly, slamming your head down firmly into Hongjoongs pillow, claiming control without hesitation.
The sharp scent of Hongjoongs cologne floods your senses as San presses you down into the pillow,
“Smell that?” he growls low in your ear. “Thats Joongs pillow. Makes me want to mark you even more.” His voice drips with eager possessiveness.
You feel the air catch in your throat, forcing muffled sounds to spill into the pillow as you struggle to breathe through the intensity.
San keeps you firmly pinned, his every thrust pressing you deeper into the mattress, your muffled sounds swallowed by the pillow beneath you, only feeding the fire in his eyes. "Thats it" he growls, voice low and commanding. "Let Joongs pillow muffle those screams… while I ruin you like this."
You couldnt help but notice how often San mentioned Hongjoong. Was it… jealousy lacing his voice?
He pulls your head up again, jaw clenched tight as his eyes lock onto the pillow with a sharp glare.
“Why do you always smell like him? It pisses me off” he growls, jealousy thick in his voice as he thrusts harder.
“H-hes my best friend” you moan softly, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and need.
San lets out a low, dangerous growl, his eyes blazing with possessive fire.
“Best friend or not, you belong to me now.” He sinks his teeth aggresively into your neck again, leaving his mark.
You finally feel your second high building, clenching around him one last time.
“San, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp, breath hitching with desperate need.
He growls against your neck, teeth still harshly biting as he feels you tightening around him.
“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock” he demands, his own release drawing near.
“Cl-close!” you scream, your release spilling over his cock as you tremble with overwhelming pleasure.
San lets out a raw roar as he feels your release wash over him, his cum swelling deep inside you.
“Fuck yes, good girl.” He thrusts inside you one last time, locking himself firmly inside.
San collapses beside you on the bed, breathing heavily.
“Shit” you mumble quietly, still catching your breath.
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“Don’t ‘shit’ me” he pants, breath ragged but voice firm. “You loved every second of it.”
"shut the fuck up youre an asshole" You whisper softly as your heavy eyelids begin to close.
Until you quickly drift off to sleep.
Was he still the schools heartthrob, the boy every eye chased and every rumor circled? Maybe to the outside world, he kept that title effortless, untouchable.
Or was he fully yours now?
Who knows.
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okay so, I really don't like angst so I'll go with jealous!Hotch 🤭
Something like when Reader is at Jack's soccer game and Idk, a dad flirts with her? But when Jack sees that she's talking with someone who isn't Hotch, he calls her "mom" in front of the dad who's flirting with her, (bc he's jealous too 🤭) but Hotch hears him and he's kind of moved, but someone is flirting with his girl so he gets all jealous and starts like kissing her or something in front of the man? And the night they end up at his home, with Hotch showing her that she belongs to him 🤭
(feel free to change anything, don't worry, also, sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language 😭)
keeping score
🤭 minors dni cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, unwanted advances, suggestiveness, allusions to sex, small praise, dominant!jealous!possessive aaron 🦋 wc; 1.5k
early saturday mornings - grass still slightly wet from the dew, the sun slowly rising higher into the sky (threatening a hot day), sat alongside a soccer field - you couldn't imagine another place you'd rather be.
as aaron was the coach, you spent majority of jack's game sitting alone. it was a small price to pay; you were more than happy to cheer on jack from the sidelines, and to check aaron out as much as you wanted.
but most importantly, attending his games made you feel like you were a part of the family. the hotchners were closed off and let very few people in, and so your attendance here only solidified your role in both their lives. that aaron planned on keeping you around, and that jack trusted you. your role in his life wasn't to someday replace his mom, but rather you were just another person who simply loved him. you loved him like he was your own, and he knew it.
"mornin'," a voice pulled you from your thoughts; a familiar face amongst the other parents on the team, but you didn't know him by name.
you offered a quick, friendly smile, "good morning."
he set up camp near you, setting his foldable chair down and getting settled a few feet away. you paid him no mind, resuming your attention to something more worthy of your focus, such as how attractive aaron looked in the jeans he was wearing. and the game, obviously.
however, you could feel him peering at you from time to time, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
ten minutes or so passed before he spoke again, "so, big soccer fan?"
your eyes followed jack, who was dribbling the soccer ball down the field. your heart swelled with pride as he successfully kicked it to a teammate, "not until recently."
"me too." he offered you a look that he probably thought was slick, while you kept your gaze straight forward. "i'm always looking to score, if you know what i mean."
his words instantly caused your cheeks to burn, along with your whole body. it was clear he was objectifying you, with no good intentions in mind.
you didn't bother replying. hopefully, that would be a clear indicator for him to leave, or to leave you alone.
but he still chose to linger. and while he wasn't speaking, in your peripheral you kept noticing his head turn, gazing in your direction. his eyes were nearly burning a hole into you.
"shit." he swore as he suddenly stood up, picking up and moving his chair even closer to yours, "the grass is eating away at my chair. must've been that damn rain last night."
it hadn't rained last night.
the unsettling feeling he was causing you only grew, but again you didn't dare to say anything. the uncomfortableness only eased when the whistle finally blew, signaling halftime. this meant a water break and a small snack for the kids, and it meant aaron and jack would soon be joining you for a moment.
as expected, jack hurried towards you as soon as one of the other moms distributed him his snack, but paused abruptly as he reached you, his eyes scanning between you and the man. a confused expression filled his face, his bottom lip sticking out into a pout. it was the same one he produced whenever aaron gave him the fifteen minute warning for bedtime.
"mom," jack inserted himself in between the two of you, a small package of fruit snacks in hand, "can you open these for me?"
you froze for a spilt second, touched and surprised. you've been a constant in both aaron and jack's lives for almost a year now. but that title, was a first.
"of course sweet pea," you coughed a bit to clear your throat, and to stop the tears from surfacing, opening it for him.
"you did good out there kiddo," the dad spoke again, flashing a smile.
your fists clenched at that one - you knew he was trying to impress you, and you hated how he had decided to use interacting with jack to his advantage.
just wait until you find how he's the coach's son.
while you were furious, jack ever so slightly rolled his eyes, such an annoyed expression almost humorous for a child his age, choosing to focus on his snack and leaning comfortably against your shoulder.
and a minute or two later, aaron joined.
as aaron approached, his face nearly pulled into the same expression as his son's as he analyzed the visual in front of him. only his was accompanied with a more hardened, possessive aggressiveness.
"hi sweetheart," aaron greeted you, leaning in to kiss you once you were on your feet. it wasn't a chaste peck either, but rather more showy. his fingers grasped onto the waistline of your pants, pulling you flush to him. "enjoying the game?"
you nodded, still recovering from the unexpected heated kiss, looking down at jack who also was glued to your side, offering protection of his very own. you gave him a smile, ruffling his hair gently, "i think we've got a soccer star on our hands."
"speaking of," aaron started, straightening his torso and squaring his shoulders, making him appear taller. "jack, why don't you join the others. they're taking turns aiming at the goal before the game resumes."
with a nod, and after handing you the empty wrapper, jack ran off to his teammates. aaron was still holding his menacing glare, but dropped the entire expression suddenly.
"how are you feeling?"
"feeling...?" your eyebrows quirked in confusion.
"you're not too sore today, aren't you?" his eyes darted behind you, a rather confident, fiery glint within them. "i wasn't holding back last night, was i?"
oh.
"and now that i'm thinking about it, i don't think you've ever been that loud either."
aaron had always been a stickler for pda; any displays were kept to quick kisses, hand holding, and any suggestive comments were kept to a murmur, meant for you and you only. even when you tagged along with him to bau outings, such as a bar on a saturday night, he held back. anything more was private, and aaron preferred it that way - him being the only one to witness you in such a vulnerable state, was something he took gratification in, and only added to his overall pleasure.
so this, was something else. he wasn't speaking loud enough for all to hear, just enough for the man in question. your back was towards him, so you had no idea how he was reacting to aaron's words.
"i'm fine." you managed, your body also reacting immediately.
aaron's lips found home behind your ear, again conscience of his volume - just loud enough. "good, because i'm not done with you yet."
aaron's hand slid up to the small of your back, but not without stopping on the curve of your ass first - again he wasn't subtle about it, making sure it was noticeable.
and it had to be working, for the man hadn't uttered a single word.
"and actually, sweetheart." another glare pointed behind you. "would you mind helping me at the bench for the rest of the game? i could use an extra set of hands."
"of course." you blurted out, complying without a second thought.
"good girl," he was heavy on the emphasis, patting your hip affectionately. "c'mon."
you were visually flustered as you leaned down to gather your belongings, especially when aaron's hand rested on the small of your back as you did so. your eyes lifted to the man, who was avoiding all eye contact, staring off into the field with a flushed face.
once you straightened up aaron took your hand, leading you away.
"thank you." you mumbled as your hand slid up his arm, giving his bicep a squeeze.
aaron's jaw clenched. "i fucking hated the way he was looking at you."
"you wouldn't like what he was saying either." you mumbled, causing aaron's nostrils to flare in anger. but to calm him, you changed the subject, heat filling your cheeks again, "and you."
a pleased, closed lip smile graced his face. "what about me?"
"what was all that?" you teased, stomach fluttering. you already knew the answer, but it was something you wanted to hear from him again. "i've never heard you, so..."
he chuckled softly, an almost embarrassing undertone to his words. "vocal?"
"yeah." you blurted out, blinking. "it was hot."
aaron shrugged, satisfied but still agitated. "he was devouring you, practically undressing you with his eyes."
"well, i don't think he'll be trying anything again."
"i know he won't," aaron's eyes darkened as his overly confident demeanor resurfaced, his lips pulling into a smirk as one of his fingers tapped your neck, "especially when he sees you next week. because you won't be covering up those marks."
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Should I?
Part Three

❥Kim Hongjoong x Jeong Yunho x Song Mingi x fem reader
➯a/n: it's been a long time since i wrote straight up smut with little to no plot and i went HAM. like wow get some water you thirsty hoe
✫彡wordcount: 12k (😟)
(>ᴗ•)genre: smut
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: WHOAH BITCH CALM DOWN HOLY SHIT WE GOT : healthy communication (we cheered!!), heavy mxm, poly relationship, amateur 🌽⭐️ au, hard doms hj & yh/sub reader & mg, orgasm control and denial, overstimulation, unprotected (with previous discussions of safety and contraception (woooo!!)), degrading&praising double whammy, DIRT TALK OUT THE FUCKIGN WAZOO YO, giving&receiving head, manhandling, like serious manhandling, size difference, spanking and slapping, dp, feral mingi (WOOF WOOF), spit, oral fixation, squirting, choking(in multiple variations), marathon sex, safe word in place but not used, dacryphilia, cum eating, hair pulling, sub space, aftercare (yippee!!!) SERIOUS name calling (including but not limited to): slut&whore (classics), toy, brat, perv. pet names(included but not limited to): baby, princess, pretty boy/girl, daddy, captain, sir, and a special one curtsey of hj which made my mind explode when i thought of it
dirty nasty filthy all around; enjoy lmfaooo
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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI
It had been multiple months since your live stream blew up. The account where the three of you had posted highlights and special content had gotten hundreds of thousands of new subscribers in that time. You began making revenue from older videos, even ones from way back in college in Mingi's dorm that had the quality that would make you believe it was filmed on a microwave. Something about your relationships dynamics drew people in and forced their eyes to be glued on you.
Including a man that you only knew as your.captain. Out of pure curiosity: one day soon after he left a fat tip at the end of that faithful stream, you sat together and checked out his account. Surely you wouldn't reach out to him. And more than surely he wouldn't be invited anywhere near you if Yunho had anything to say about it. But it never hurt just to see who the income came from on occasion. Right?
He had hundreds of videos, he'd been in the game as long as you have. All solo. All very well received. All very... you. He seemed like he fit right into your dynamics. The same kinks, the same nicknames dripping in honey, the same vibes- it was spooky to an extent. It was sexy as well, if the way Mingi was shifting while watching the video on your phone said anything. He showed his face, a very handsome one. His hair often changed and so did the decorations in his ears and the occasional addition of a new cling wrapped tattoo. You'd all be lying if you said you weren't intrigued, let alone attracted by the confidence he held as he used a fleshlight so hard that his tip broke through the other side. It was your turn to shift around.
Something about him even drew Yunho in. Maybe he wanted to just fight out their dominance and see who came out on top. See who got the title of dom for the night and got to have their way with you and Mingi. But just maybe. He'd never let someone else touch his precious Babies, surely.
So life continued as normal. Save for a few changes. Less financial burdening, for one. More healthy communication as a side effect of always setting boundaries for what you would keep separate and what you were comfortable with. More fun even.
Your live streams used to be only once or twice a month because of how much you all had to work just to make ends meet. Now they were much more spontaneous and frequent, even venturing into two-somes with a lot of prior communication and promise that no one be left out and time was always to be made up.
Your videos used to be three times a year max, but with Mingi dropping more shifts, he had more time to edit and get out things that had been collecting dust on a USB. One of which made your.captain reach out again. This time with a comment. Under the newest video that Mingi had gotten edited and posted- an almost hour long roleplay session between you and Yunho pretending to be a prisoner and cop (you can probably guess who's who) a comment with that all too familiar profile picture of him and his toned abs.
cops always need a partner, especially with frisky inmates like this little thief
That comment had stuck in Yunhos brain for far too long for his own liking, and he was beginning to feel guilty as he pounded into Mingi at the thought of having another dom in the bed to fuck his lovers dumb with him. The guilt faded quickly as Mingi slipped up and called him 'Captain', only making him plow in harder.
And thus began the video calls. Neither you guys or him payed one another. At first, it was innocent even. It was a mutual agreement to test the waters. And the waters felt so unbelievably amazing.
And here you find yourself months after that. A year and a half after your first ever interaction with your.captain, sitting between your boyfriends in a well lit diner and picking at your cherry pie with a frown.
"Honey?" Mingis soft voice makes you peek up, "we can always leave." Yunho copies his sentiment immediately, reiterating the boundaries that you all had set in stone. First and foremost being that — if anyone gets the smallest bit uncomfortable, you will up and leave without a single word.
"I'm just nervous. You guys are the only ones I've ever been with, you know that," you offer a small smile, finally taking a bite as you look back at the door — only to almost choke as the man you've only seen through the laptop screen walks in in his full glory. Mingi has the same reaction, nearly spilling his lemonade over the side of the booth as he spots him. Yunho simply has a blush forming on his cheeks under his face mask.
The camera doesn't capture his beauty or his confidence. It radiates off of him like a halo. "Holy shit fuck," Mingi coughs as he pats your back, thankfully helping compose you both before your.captain spots you and starts heading your way.
It would be hard to miss who he's looking for. Not only do the two giant men and a woman who looks miniature compared to them stick out like a sore thumb in the busy restaurant, he would recognize the back of your head anywhere. He's watched enough of 'Minnie's POV' videos to know how the back of you head looks as he pushes it deeper onto 'Daddy's cock just to hear you gag and make him moan. He almost turns around and walks away as what he's doing sinks in — as he sees the three of you. You three look even more like a couple than you do online and it dawns on him.
Princess and Minnie have matching hair ties on their wrists. Minnie and Daddy sharing the same shirt but in a slight different color. Daddy has his arm draped around Princess' shoulder, a ring proudly displayed on his ring finger.
But he wants in so, so badly.
So he swallows his nerves and puts on a face of false confidence as he saunters to the table.
The first few meetings were mundane, innocent if you could look past the fact that you all wanted to tear each others clothes off. Talk of your normal lives away from your content and all about each other. Hours went into discussing consent and contraceptives and boundaries for each and every one of you.
And then the day finally came.
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The hotel room was curtesy of Hongjoong. His name was Hongjoong, you had all learned pretty quickly. Even so much as a slip of "Captain" from your lips and he was rock hard. So, Hongjoong it was until today.
It was probably the fanciest place you had ever been, and it showed.
His eyes drifted off from the camera as he and Yunho tried to make the device focus. And his gaze finds you. Anxiously tapping on the glass of water in your freshly manicured hand as you examined the room.
It was clear that this was new to you, and to your boyfriends. And he wouldn't admit it; but it was new to him as well. He never recorded with another person, let alone three. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but you would be taking the title of first people he was with on camera.
"The soap in there smells fucking amazing," Mingi breaks the tension, coming up to you and shoving his hand in your face. You shove his hand with a laugh, but take a whiff nonetheless.
"Woah, that is good. Did you see the brand?"
"It's, uh, it's mine actually." Both of your heads turn to Hongjoong, his eyes fixed back on the back of the camera as he fiddles with the settings. "Native."
"Sorry?"
"The brand, it's Native," he offers you both a brief smile, bending down a bit to get a better look at Yunho as he sits up a prop to make the camera focus, "I don't like using hotel soaps. They make my skin dry."
Mingi chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to the bed next to Yunho. "You're a bit of a weird guy, Hongjoong," he says as he climbs onto the high bed, reaching for and fiddling with the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
"Hey, you said it smelled nice, and don't be complaining when your hands are soft as a feather," the mans rebuttal makes you laugh, his dark gaze trained on you in the view finder.
"All good, man?" Yunho finally speaks as he notices his pregnant pause, hand possessively resting on your thigh as you lay beside him. Like he can feel his gaze on you.
"All center! Should I start it now?"
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It was a bit awkward to start, of course it was. It was expected to be. That's why you had decided to record instead of stream.
Yunho was quiet, watching Hongjoong like a hawk as he slid his hand up your girly short skirt, ignoring the tight bulge in his shorts in favor of making sure that boundaries stayed set in stone. The tension in his shoulders slumped away as Mingis hands ghosted up his stomach to his pecs.
They both watched from behind the camera as you and Hongjoong carefully felt each other out. You had on a masquerade mask, and your boyfriends each had one ready as well. Yours was pink and white, and they could hear Hongjoong praise how pretty it looked on you. You were laid sideways across the bed, and he was hovering over you like an angel.
An angel doing the dirtiest teasing of their beloved girlfriend. His long fingers were no match for Mingi or Yunhos giant hands, but they were still so enchanting as they traced patterns on your exposed thighs. His soft lips trailing all over your neck.
"Calm down a bit, Daddy," Mingi whispers, kissing his neck, "she knows our safe word. Right, (Y/n)?" The use of your real name catches you off guard in an intimate setting — your brain takes a moment to realize he can just edit it out later, so he doesn't care.
"Pause."
Hongjoong, not having been paying attention prior to your speech, stalls his hands immediately and looks up at you.
"Ah, see, Daddy! He remembers too," the younger man smiles, rubbing down Yunhos chest as Hongjoong goes back to worshiping your neck; this time with more intensity.
"Don't worry, partner~" The man above you chuckles between his soft sucks on your skin, "I'll take good care of your Princess."
"More," you whisper out a shy moan, hands fidgeting in the blankets, still not entirely sure if you should be touching him so freely.
"Uh? More?" He tilts his head with a smirk, feeling himself slip deeper and deeper into his dominant personality as he feels you crash into your submissive one. You were naturally quiet in life, he'd come to find. But this was entirely different.
"More, please!" You were putty in his hands, and it made his head fuzzy enough to forget that you had two loving fiancés just feet away.
"Say, 'please, Captain'," Hongjoong nips your ear lobe, making your skin burn hotter than before. "Be a good girl, be nice and polite and I'll make you feel so good."
"P-please, Captain! Please, I need more," your head rolls to face Yunho; who's currently teasing Mingi over his boxers as they watch you. He gives you a nod, and with your Daddy's permission, the final string tethering you to any semblance of anything other than complete submission is severed. "Captain, please make me cum~"
You're flipped onto your stomach in a second flat, and your hips are raised in the next as you giggle at his eagerness. He lands a light spank across your ass which has you moaning, eyes fluttering shut and your little laughs halting in favor of biting your lip.
Hongjoong flips up your skirt and comes face to face with the simultaneously cutesy and horniest thing he's ever seen; your thin strawberry printed panties clinging to your core and leaving little to his imagination as your arousal makes the fabric nearly transparent. "Damn..."
"Hong-?" Your questioning is cut off by a wail of pleasure so obscene it has Yunho blushing. The source of said pleasure is Hongjoongs searing hot mouth wrapping around your cunt and sucking the arousal out of the fabric like it's the last bit of hydration on Earth. "My fuck!" Your brain short circuits, making the men behind the camera laugh a bit.
It's genuinely like he doesn't need to breathe, he's sucking and lapping nonstop and holding your hips still as you writhe.
"Yah, do I get a turn?" Mingi gets a slap up the head from Yunho and a quick shake of your head.
"Nnnnno! He can't leave me! Captain, don't stop!" He wraps his arms around your thighs as if to say he has no such plans. "Oh, Daddy, he's going to make me cum!" At your words, Hongjoong bites the side of your panties and moves them out of the way, now lapping straight from the source and making you moan like a proper porn-star as he goes between plunging his tongue deep inside of you and making out with your clit. Like he can't decide which one he likes better.
He slaps your bottom rougher than before, pulling back and panting like he's just jogged for miles, ignoring your protests as he sits up and pushes his hair back; watching you wiggle your hips to beg for more. The way he licks his lips has both of the other men wanting a taste for themselves; which he can clearly see.
"C'mere," he growls, flipping you back to your back and coming to admire your begging expression.
"Captain," your voice drips with sickly sweet syrup as he yanks off your panties, watching with curiosity as he beckons the others forward.
"Why don't we let your Daddy have a taste?"
You eagerly spread your legs, welcoming Yunho between them as Hongjoong drags you to make room for the tall man. You lock eyes with your boyfriend as he crawls between your thighs like a predator before your head dips back off of the edge.
You come to face the tattoo across Hongjoongs upper thigh, gasping softly as your eyes move towards his now exposed member. "Woah," you exclaim with a sort of awe before, "Min," you go to search for him, knowing your shared love for a pretty length.
You find him coming to lay on his stomach, face level with your chest, "Minnie, look at the Captain's cock, it's so beautiful."
Hongjoong and Yunho share a chuckle at your breathless words, and the way Mingi has zero hesitation in following them. "Wow," his eyes widen, hands coming around your waist, "no kidding. I can see why you watched that video so many times now- ow!"
"Don't embarrass me!" You whine as you and Mingi get into a small cat fight that quickly ends with your lips entangled together roughly. You didn't often fight for dominance between each other — because it always ended quickly with you both falling into each other in a sort of stale mate. You moan into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair as Yunho begins to slowly lick at your clit; just the way he knows will make you come undone.
Your head falls back into place as Mingis lips depart from your own in favor of sucking down your neck and to your breasts.
Hongjoong, with his ears tinted red ever so slightly, comes into your upside down view, "you like one of my videos, huh?" He coos while cupping one of your cheeks in his palm, "tell me about it while Daddy eats you out."
His words paired with your boyfriends bombarding you with pleasure makes your toes curl; your socked feet coming to find purchase on Yunhos shoulders as he devours your pussy.
"I c-can't think!" Your cry of ecstasy is velvety smooth to the men, each of their members standing at attention and willing to make those words doubly true. One of your hands is still clinging to Mingis hair like a vice and making him moan, and the other is subconsciously reaching for Hongjoong.
"Yes, you can, little siren," he smirks as he takes your hand, kneeling down to be eye to eye with you, chuckling darkly as your eyes drift to nearly cross at the nickname. "I will yank you away from them the second you think you're about to cum. And I have a feeling that's close, so get talking, you cum-junkie."
"Your fleshlight! I want to be your fleshlight, Captain! Wh- ah!! When you fucked it so hard you broke it, please please please don't take me away! I want th-em to make me cum," you babble on and on as he simply nods with a grin, "ah, your hands- in the video! Minnie and Daddy agree, I'm not the only one, your moans are so sexy, Cap- Captain, please!! Daddy!" You're sobbing with the amount of energy you put behind holding off your orgasm, tears trailing up your face and disappearing within the mask.
"You're such a sweet girl, no wonder Daddy loves you-"
You're creaming around Yunhos skilled tongue before you can stop it, crying out with a moan of, "fuck!" You tremble as Mingi holds you down, letting Yunho get his fill of your release as Hongjoong watches with a dark grin.
When Yunho finally pulls away, your cunt is twitching with overstimulation but — "oh, Baby. We aren't done yet."
He gathers you in his large arms and lifts you up, maneuvering you however it is he sees fit. How he sees fit is apparently tossing you like a rag doll to be bent over the edge of the bed, standing on your tippy toes to comfortably slump over the tall mattress.
"You want the Captain to use you like his fleshlight?"
You lock eyes with Hongjoong across the length of the large bed, suddenly shy. "Yes..."
"Huh?" Yunho quickly tugs your hair, easily crushing your body with his as he grinds against you. "Speak up, or I'll get a less shy slut to please him."
Mingi is nearly about to pounce, ready to have his world rocked.
"No, please! I want to be his fleshlight! Minnie, please let him use me first! I'll let you fuck my throat!" His eyes light up at the possibility of one of his newer favorite positions. You've been working towards it for a while now, and the last few months you've been able to take his entire length down your throat with no problem. Yunho was still a work in progress, but to be entirely fair he is a giant.
"Awe," Hongjoong chuckles, titling his head, "you want it that badly? I don't know... you've been a bit bratty, even came without permission."
You nod quickly, hair falling around your face messily. "I'll be good! I'll be good!"
He reaches across the bed and pushes it out of your face, cupping your cheeks roughly. "You know I broke that fleshlight, right? You want me to break your little pussy?"
"Mh, you can try, but our girl takes it like a champ," Yunho smirks at the man, then towards his boyfriend. He picks you up again and tosses you across the bed like you weigh nothing. "If you can't break her, we'll do it together~"
The words have your head spinning as Hongjoong pulls your bottom over the edge, immediately grinding his length along your slit. "I think I might just go easy on her so we can do it together."
At Mingis moan, he lets out a devilish laugh. "Minnie likes the sound of that, huh? Wants to watch his girlfriend get ruined? Like a fucking cuckold. Such dirty little whores you have here, partner."
Yunho yanks Mingi to mimic your position on the other edge, smiling to himself as you immediately seek out each others hands. "Dirty little whores, no question about it. Fighting over cock like two bitches in heat."
You gasp as Hongjoongs tip prods at your soaked entrance, your head rolling back and getting a glimpse of Mingi being stretched out on Yunhos fingers. "Hey," Hongjoong growls, grabbing your jaw to make you face him, "when I'm fucking you, eyes on me. Got that, Darling?"
"Yes, Captain," you bat your eyelashes at him and earn a smile and a playful slap on the cheek.
"Good girl," he moans as his fat tip is welcomed into your warmth, "now you hold your Minnie's hand tight, okay?"
"Ok- oh my fuck! Oh, oh! Captain!" Shouts of pleasure tumble out as incoherent words as he impales you on his girthy member, immediately setting a ruthless pace as he stretches out your walls. Whether you realize it or not, you're holding Mingis hand just as tightly as he's holding yours while Yunho sinks into him.
Where Yunho and Mingi have impressive, delicious, length; Hongjoong has impossible, mouth watering girth.
The bed doesn't know which way to shake, Yunho thrusting on one side and Hongjoong on the other. It just creaks pitifully quiet under the symphony of sex.
"Fucking hell," Hongjoong groans as he leans over you fully, hands locking on top of your head to keep you in place as the force of his thrusts threaten to send you sliding. A broken moan rumbles in his throat as you spread your legs out on the edge, allowing him to plunge deeper into your heat. "Sucking me in so good, little siren."
"Ah, don't call me that! I'll cum!" You whimper, free hand coming up to hold his arm tightly as you look into his eyes beggingly.
"Hm? Little siren? That's gonna make you cum on my cock while your boyfriends fuck on the same bed as us? Maybe after I turn your brain into mush we can all take turns passing you around- fuck!" He hisses as you clench around him, one of his hands finding your throat, "you like that idea, don't you? You want us to turn you into our personal cock toy, that it?"
"Y-yes!"
Hongjoongs dirty talk isn't just riling you up, Mingi is an absolute mess and Yunho is plowing into him like a madman.
"You want us to pass you around like a proper play thing and fill you up till you're leaking for days, that it? Awe, yeah," he nods with you mockingly as you agree with break neck speed, "the Princess wants to be used like a common whore. Maybe after you're all full of cum, it will be Minnie's turn to be our cumdump while you suck his-"
"Cumming!" You squeal, quickly turning into pathetic whines as he pulls out abruptly, "no! No, Captain!" Another light slap shuts you up save for your whimpers.
"You're not cumming until I say so. You came without either of our permission last time, but I let it slide. Next time you do that," he flicks Mingis head, "either of you. I'm going to make you beg for mercy. Got it?"
"Yes, Captain," you both chime, though Mingi is much more slurred in the throes of passion. You want to look, you want to look so badly. But you keep your eyes on Hongjoong as he slams back into you.
"Fuck- me!" You stutter, gasping for air as he holds you in place by your neck and ravages you. "My g-oh holy shit!! Yes!" Your vision is in and out of focus as he bullies your g-spot, making you gush around him. A lewd ring of milky fluids is forming around the base of his cock, and he moans loudly as he notices it.
"Messy, messy, girl," he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, nipping at your skin roughly. "Is the little siren going to take her Captains cum?"
"Yes, give it to me!" Hongjoong knows the hotel is fairly soundproof, but between you and Mingi, he's sure someone will be knocking by the end of the night.
As the warm, gushing liquid spurts into you, you let out a pitiful whimper; clenching and fluttering around him wildly as you revel in the feeling. You nearly cum then and there, and you would have if not for years of being edged by Yunho to the point of literal insanity teaching you how to reel yourself back.
"Damn, so good..." Hongjoong moans into your neck as he slumps ontop of you, hips twitching as he releases into you. He gently rubs your neck as you whimper, feeling the vibrations beneath his hand. A pleased hum bubbles up his throat as you wrap your legs around his waist and hold him deep, your free arm draping around his neck; the other hand still holding onto Mingi tightly.
Mingi and Yunho are in the same position, more or less, panting messes embracing each other.
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"You alive over there, Princess?" Mingi's words are dripping in pleasure, all floaty and sweet just like how he feels.
He and Yunho look towards you as all you do is let out a tiny desperate moan.
You have your eyes screwed shut, your pleasure slamming against the wall you've put up to hold it back. But the dam is about to break. Hongjoong's cock is just that good. The feeling of his cum is just that good. Making you struggle to hold yourself back for even one round when with your boyfriends, you can be defiant and hold back for hours. But this... situation... it's making your pussy want to take control and just cum already; consequences be damned.
"Heh," Hongjoong chuckles as he lifts his head, seeing your fighting expression, "what a good girl, didn't cum?" You shake your head quickly, holding your breath. "Good job," he kisses your forehead softly as he slowly pulls out, smirking as you cry out, "shhh, it's okay. You did so wonderfully, you'll get to cum soon, Princess."
You pant as you open your eyes, relieved as he finally allows the burning ball of pleasure inside of you to dwindle; ever so slowly. "Ah, shit," you toss your head back, gulping, "thank you, Captain."
"So polite~ You have your Babies trained well, Daddy," he hums as he rubs your sides, watching as his seed slowly drips out of you.
"Mhm, I do, don't I?" Yunho reaches across and rubs the top of your head, "how you doin', Princess?"
"M'good," Your glassy eyes peek at Mingi; more specifically his twitching member and his cum covered stomach. "Min, no fair! I thought we were in this together," you give his shoulder a weak slap, making him giggle.
"Hey, Daddy said I could!"
"You'll get your turn, Babygirl," Hongjoong muses as he lifts you with a small grunt, letting you cling to him with your arms and legs locking around his body. You lean your head against his shoulder with a huff leaving your lips.
Yunho softly kisses Mingis cheek as he departs, both of them having their eyes locked onto you as you're set onto the empty bedside table.
"Remember what Daddy said, hm?" Hongjoong tugs your hair to make you look up at him, your jaw slack with a moan. "Don't, do you? He said if I can't break your pussy, we'll do it together. Daddy keeps his word, doesn't he?" Damn him; he keeps asking questions while flooding you with pleasure, knowing you can't answer. His fingers have found their way to your clit, pinching and twirling and flicking.
"Plea-"
"No."
Your boyfriends watch with heated gazes as your head rolls, pressing against the wall as your back arches. "Please!" You slump as his teasing stops, breathing heavily.
"Minnie," he beckons the man forward with a finger. He looks between you two and Yunho, who nods. With that, Mingi flings himself across the bed to get to you quicker, looking down at you with eyes full of love and lust. "Why don't you fuck our Princess?"
His hand gathers the sticky substance on his stomach, quickly wrapping around his cock as he looks up at him. He's shorter, sure. But Mingi feels like he's suddenly pocket-sized as Hongjoong makes eye contact with him.
"Nice and slow, okay? Like this," he hums as he strokes his member with languid movements of his wrist, "make her feel every inch. And you feel every little clench-" he squeezes and earns a guttural moan before he lets go. "Go on."
Yunho watches the exchange with a smile on his lips that's halfway fond, halfway horny. Hongjoong laps his hand clean, locking eyes with him as he does so.
Mingi leans over your figure, casting you in his shadow. "Hi, Princess." He smiles, cupping your cheeks and kissing you like it's his last chance to ever do so. Soft and passionate and filled with energy.
As he pulls back, you smile back up at him dopily, "hey, Minnie."
Hongjoong joins Yunho on the couch against the wall, catching their breath as they watch you. "You fucker," he punches his shoulder with a breathless laugh, "you should have told me she would try to milk me dry."
Yunho chuckles, pushing back his hair and taking his mask off to let his skin breathe as they sit out of frame. "Like she doesn't want to let you leave, right?"
"Exactly," he grins as they hear Mingi whimpering, thrusting in and out of you slowly, "he gets it too." They share a laugh, Yunho going to call out.
"Slow, Baby." He sees Mingi shake his head, whispering to you as your hands come around his back and caress the expanse.
"I can't t-take it!" Mingis hand slaps against the wall, the other wrapped around your back and scratching the skin there. "Please, can't I fuck her faster?"
"No," both of the men chime, making him whine louder. Yunho fixes his mask and joins Hongjoong in re-entering.
"How you holding out, little siren?" Hongjoong asks, tilting your head up to see your tearful eyes. "Still waiting for permission?"
"Yes, s-sir," you stammer as Mingis hips jolt, batting your lashes at him; then at Yunho — who nearly can't resist.
Nearly, that is. "Stop."
"Noooo," you whine just as loud as Mingi now, rolling and humping your hips as Yunho drags him away.
Hongjoong shushes you with two fingers to your lips, which you start kitten licking, making him falter for a second; his brain short circuiting as he locks eyes with you while you begin sucking on his digits. He blinks, and having already been half hard again from watching you and Mingi, he's now ready to fuck into any of your holes until you beg him for mercy.
He yanks you from the table as you yelp, throwing you unceremoniously onto the bed where Yunho catches you, dragging you to the middle of the large mattress. "Teasing our guest, Baby?"
"No, Daddy-"
"Fuck you weren't," Hongjoong lands a slap on your cheek, no longer holding back; and it makes your core throb. "Being a damn teasing brat. Your mouth just can't stand being empty can it?" He shoves his fingers back into your mouth, gagging you on them, "aren't you such an eager little cock-sucker?" He gives his fingers one last thrust into your mouth before pulling them out and wiping your spit across your face; all while Mingi watches in awe.
Yunho grabs your jaw roughly, smushing your lips together into a pout, "you know your manners, don't you, pretty girl?"
"Yes, Daddy..." You whisper, seeking out Mingis hand for a lifeline when Hongjoong pins your hands above your head, glaring down at you.
"Then you best get to apologizing," your boyfriend shoves your face, stepping back with a grin as you pout up at the man.
"I'm sorry, Captain-"
He tuts his tongue, pulling Mingis hands over, "hold her down — if you let her get away, you're next on my list, you perv."
Mingi feels a thrill rush through him, each hand pinning one of your arms to the bed. He never really uses his natural strength against you, but something about the way you're already thrashing around has him wanting to fuck you himself.
"Captain, please!" You kick your legs, not really trying to get away but more trying to get his empathy.
"Sit still," a slap to your core over your skirt has you freezing, panting. He watches your face closely, smirking wide as he sees the cogs turning in your head. You liked that. "Huh," he huffs a laugh, looking to Yunho as the man quickly sets up the camera on the side of the bed, "how many spanks can your Princess handle?" He asks as he yanks the fabric off of your hips.
He thinks for a moment as he makes sure the bed is all in frame, watching your predicament through the lens, "usually twenty good spanks gets her begging for forgiveness."
"Twenty-five then," he holds back a grin as your eyes widen, "yeah, you heard me. Hold her still, Min. Be a good boy and you can fuck her while her pussy is nice and sensitive." He knows that's going to be a continuation of your punishment while simultaneously being a reward for Mingi. He knows how feral the man can get from how many times he's rewatched the first stream of yours he saw. The one where Mingi went so far gone wanting to fuck you that he was almost dominant in the way he said he wanted to cum inside of you.
And the way he leans his body over yours to crush you to the bed, holding your wrists tightly; you all know he won't fail.
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"I still don't hear an apology," Yunho hums as he kneels on the bed, opposite of the camera with no shame to be found as he strokes himself to the sight of Hongjoong playing with your pussy.
"I'm s-fuck!" You gasp as his palm hits your bare, sensitive skin for the first time. "Captain, I'm sorry- ah!" Mingis heavy weight keeps you from arching, from moving away, from doing anything but shuffle your legs uselessly as slap after slap lands on your heat. "Daddy!" A second passes before a larger hand makes contact, making you bite at Mingis side.
"Fuck," he moans, nails digging into your wrists, his eyes never leaving your cunt as he watches it get puffy and messy with all of your wetness and the remnants of Hongjoongs cum being smeared by their hands.
"Daddy isn't gonna save you this time, Baby," Yunho coos as he sees your teary eyes, "you know better than to tease, that's our job."
"I'm sorry, sir! I won't tease, I won't!" If you take twenty five spanks to your clit, you'll be cumming so hard that you'll be unconscious whether you have permission or not. "Pleaseee- ow!" Your cry is between the line of pleasure and pain, leaning more in the 'I'm about to float away' side. Your lips are already tingling and you're already on the edge from everything else.
"I don't go easy on brats," Hongjoong gives your thigh a pinch as you move your legs helplessly, "I would have been willing to let that slide, but not on top of you cumming without permission early. We can't let bad behavior go unpunished, can we, partner?"
"No," Yunho says with a dark satisfaction as you settle your legs wide open for them, "no, we can't, Captain."
When you reach seventeen, you're hiccuping and twitching with every collision; leaking all over the bed and still babbling apologies to the Captain.
At twenty-three, you sob as you see Hongjoong raise his hand, knowing you'll cum with his next strike, "Captain! Captain, wait! Pl-ease! I'll do anything!" You flinch as it meets your heated and puffy core softly, soothing it with his knuckles.
"Anything, huh?"
"Yes, yes, any-anything, Sir!"
He and Yunho share a smirk, and he taps Mingis shoulder, making the man rise. "Good job, pretty boy," he kisses the man's cheek, making him bite his lip as he sits back fully.
Yunho is by his side in a second flat, his whispers completely lost on you as Hongjoong gathers you in his arms and hugs you to his chest gently. "Oh, it's okay, my little siren, you took the first part of your punishment so well." He cradles your top half against himself, grinning like a jackal as he sees Mingis eyes light up at his boyfriend's hushed words.
"F-first?" you mumble between your sniffs, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
Your knees are knocked apart, making you fall further into Hongjoongs chest as your eyes widen; remembering his words to Mingi. "You said you'd do anything, right?"
You nod, wide eyes looking up at him as you feel the mattress dip behind you.
"You're going to let us all fuck you until we're satisfied, and then I'll forgive you for being such a teasing brat. And, hey," he grips your hair as you go to peek behind you, "hey, look at me. You aren't going to cum until I say so. Do you understand? Not Daddy, not Minnie, me. I'm the one who decides when you cum. Do you got that?"
"Yes-" As soon as the word tumbles from your lips, Mingi stuffs himself into your overworked pussy with primal urgency, making you scream; hiding your face in Hongjoongs chest.
He chuckles as he holds your head to him, stroking your hair gently in contrast to the absolute feral nature your boyfriend is pounding into you with. Yunho smirks as he kisses along Mingi's neck, spurring him on. "Good boy, that's it. Take her just like you like it, she's just a little toy right now, anyways~"
Mingi is whining and growling and slamming in and out of you like a piston, stuck somewhere between wanting to demolish your cunt to reform it to the shape of his cock and melting like butter at Yunhos praise and watching the way Hongjoong cradles you.
You dig your trembling fingers into Hongjoongs biceps, talking nonsense to try and distract yourself from the diving head first into the pleasure Mingi is drilling into you.
Your legs give out, and Mingi quickly drags you back up; wrapping his arms around your waist. He's making you feel just as good as the dominant men do — though in a completely different way. His feral thrusts are like an animal, bruising and unforgiving and with one purpose; to get as deep inside of you as humanly possible. He isn't even trying to, but he's bumping into your g-spot and your cervix and still trying to fuck deeper.
"Captain! Can-"
"No."
You cry into his chest, huffing and panting to chase your breath as Mingi repeatedly knocks it away from you. "Ah, Min!"
His hands are all over you, as Yunhos are all over him.
"Minnie, please cum!" You beg for even a brief pause, your heart thudding with effort to hold back its natural pleasure.
He can't say no to you, especially not like this, so he gives one last punishing thrust; releasing his own pleasure as deep inside of you as possible. He falls on top of you with a gasp, crushing you with his weight and digging himself even deeper.
Your face ends up in Hongjoongs lap, and you lick your lips as you come to face his upright member.
Yunho rubs his back as he trembles from the large release, "are you satisfied, Baby?"
Mingi is moaning like a movie star in your ear, and you're following suit as he starts thrusting again with a groan of, "more."
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By the time Mingi is finally satiated, your pussy is weeping; as are you. You continue kitten licking and kissing along Hongjoongs cock, thankful for any small distraction to keep yourself from cumming. Because you can tell Hongjoong won't be giving you permission any time soon.
Yunho pulls Mingi's body off you, carefully helping him to the couch where he promptly falls into a deep sleep; fucking you like a rabbit clearly took its toll.
The pool of pleasure in your stomach barely has time to begin draining before Hongjoong gently rolls you over. "Still holding on, Baby?"
"Ye-s, sir," you whimper as he slowly begins fingering your abused hole, pushing Mingi's multiple loads gushing into a puddle under you.
"Barely," Yunho has a dark smile as he crawls over to you, grabbing your neck as he gives you a rough kiss.
"If you can be a good girl and make it through this, imagine how good it will be when I finally let you cum." You whine into Yunhos mouth at Hongjoongs words, hips twitching with undeniable need.
Yunho rests his forehead against yours, taking in your tear stained face and expression of focus. "You want to break my Princess' pussy together, Captain?"
"You know I do, Daddy," Hongjoong lands a deep kiss to your clit, making you gasp and cling to your boyfriend's shoulders.
"Can-"
"No."
You throw your head back in frustration, pouting as Yunho lifts you up. "Daddy-" Your pleading tone is shut down on the spot.
"Sorry, Baby. You got yourself into this mess, your Captain is the only one who can end your punishment," he speaks smoothly as he lays back, pulling you ontop of him. You groan, but it quickly falls into a sigh as Yunho sinks into your heat, filling you up. "Hold her up for me, Cap."
He's behind you now, wrapping his arms under yours and holding you upright by your shoulders. You ask in vain, leaning your head back on his shoulder, "please, Captain, can I cum?"
He looks to think for a second, but ultimately shakes his head with a depraved smile as your face falls back into a pout after the false hope he'd given you. "Not yet, pretty girl. You're doing so well for us, just a little while longer," he coos, licking up your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
"Fuck, Princess," Yunho hisses as he begins a slow rhythm, "loosen up, I can feel you clenching."
"I can't," you say in a quick breath, hands finding their way to lay over Hongjoongs as they cup and knead your chest, "I'll cum."
He chuckles from behind you, "you're dedicated, huh? If you don't relax, we won't both fit."
The implication of his words makes you clench around Yunho even tighter, squealing as he grabs your hips and begins moving faster. "Please, Captain! I'll die if I don't cum soon!"
Whether you're saying that for his empathy or you genuinely believe it in your foggy brain, it makes the men chuckle, Yunhos head tilts back as he rubs his thumbs on your hip bones; making you ride him.
"Are you sure you're sorry? You learned your lesson?" He teases a hand down to your clit, ghosting over it just barely.
"Yes! Yes yes yes! I'll be a good girl for you! Please, jus-"
"Then you can cum." It takes a moment for his words to be processed in the mess that is your mind, but it connects just as he begins circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you crazy.
"Ah!" You yell with a giddy smile, quickly relaxing in their hold, "oh fuck! Tha-thank you!"
Yunho is slamming into you easily as you relax around him, fluttering and twitching like you've already cum. And Hongjoongs fingers are relentlessly playing with your bundle of nerves, his mouth sucking little marks onto the back of your shoulders.
You shake like a leaf in the wind as you finally fall over the peak of your pleasure, gushing a mixture of your and Mingi's cum all over your shared fiancé. Hongjoong is the only thing keeping you upright, watching over your shoulder as your eyes roll back into your head while he holds you up for Yunho to keep bucking into.
"Fuck, that's it, Baby~"
"There you go, my siren~"
Their saccharine praises send you careening before you can even climb back all the way up, another orgasm making you gasp and grab at anything in reach. One hand lands on Yunhos at your hip, the other on Hongjoongs forearm as he wraps his arms around your waist. You're officially long gone, sucked into the waves of ecstasy — not even noticing as Yunho stops thrusting into you.
Not even noticing as Hongjoongs tip prods its way into the same hole as him.
Not until it finally slips in, making your eyes fly open, "fuck!" You slap Yunhos shoulders as you rest your head on his chest, hiding your fucked-out face. "So full!"
"Shhh," Yunho holds your head in his big hands, moaning deeply as he feels your walls slowly stretching to accommodate for both of them; used to length, not the absolute girth of Hongjoong. Especially not when paired with anything else. "Let us take care of you, my needy Baby. Daddy knows you love it," he soothes his hands over your shakey arms, taking similarly deep breaths.
"I lo-ve it," you manage to slur as Hongjoongs presence inside of you makes Yunho press against your g-spot persistently.
"Almost there," he whispers, biting his lip as he watches you swallow him inch by inch even though Yunho is filling you out almost fully. Even if there wasn't room, they made it.
"Cap- can, uuuh fuck me," you fist the sheets with a whine, "please, may I c-cum?"
"Cum? We aren't even moving, Baby."
"Please?!" You plead into Yunhos chest, fidgeting between them.
"You can cum, sweet girl-"
You yelp an incomprehensible word of gratitude, gasping for air as your walls squeeze the men for all their worth. Yunho grips your hips with bruising force, his eyes fluttering shut and his head rolling back. Hongjoong isn't fairing any better, his arms tightening around you; his forehead against the back of your neck and his breath fanning your heated skin as he pants.
"Fucking hell," the man behind you lets out something between a whine and a groan, kissing along your spine.
"Hey," the one below you cups your burning face, "you in there, Princess?"
You nod clumsily, swallowing the pool of saliva in your mouth with an audible gulp. "Feel s'good, Daddy..."
"Awe, I bet it does, Baby," he pulls you down to his lips, melding them with yours and knocking the noses of your masks together. He bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away, smirking as he lets go of it, "feels fucking heavenly for us, too. Isn't that right, Captain?"
You're pulled back up by a hand on your throat — Hongjoong choking you as he tilts your head to the side and takes your lips for the first time.
It's filthy. Oh, it's filthy. A sight to behold as he stakes his claim on your mouth. The hand that's not around your throat squeezes on either side of your jaw, making you part your lips. The second you do, his tongue is all over. Tracing your teeth and the roof of your mouth before finding your tongue and laving all over it as you extend it for him. Spit is dripping onto your chins and neither of you can breathe, but it doesn't stop you.
Yunho, watching the display with eyes glazed with blazing lust, begins thrusting slowly; dragging his cock against Hongjoongs while you twitch and pulsate around them.
His hand tightens around your throat as you both moan with his movements, trading your sounds along with your spit.
When he finally manages to tear himself from you, you're lightheaded and gasping for oxygen. He's becoming addicted to the feeling of your throat fighting to swallow any air under his grip, watching you heave with a dark satisfaction. "Fucking heavenly." He finally answers Yunho as he lets go of your neck, rubbing down your sides in a small gesture of apology for robbing you of air.
You lean back against his chest, yours rising and falling with your deep inhalations. Yunho leans up, his cock pressing deeper. "Look at my messy Princess," he mocks with a grin as he smears your combined spit across your face. "Open," is an order; and you follow it.
He presses your tongue down with two of his fingers, and you close your eyes blissfully as you know what to expect from your boyfriend.
He spits straight into your mouth, moaning deeply as he watches it settle — they both feel your cunt twitch.
"Have a turn, Captain," he chuckles as you tilt your head eagerly, your tongue licking at his fingers subconsciously, "she likes it."
You hum an affirmative 'uh-huh', peeking your eyes open. Hongjoong meets your eyes as he cups your jaw, "such a cute spit-whore." He licks his lips as he watches your tongue flicking against Yunhos fingers.
His spit lands in the back of your mouth, another twitch of your walls making both of them groan. "Swallow," Hongjoong orders, pinching your hip when you take too long for his liking.
Your lips close around Yunhos digits, swallowing their spit with a sound akin to a pleased purr. You reopen, "ahhh."
"Good girl," Yunho chuckles as he slides his fingers out teasingly slow, giving you time to give him a few loving kitten licks, "you ready for us to move?"
Their answer comes in the form of you rolling your hips, making them simultaneously lose their minds. Yunho grabs your wrists from where your hands rest on his chest, grounding himself as his brain tells him to just fuck you like there's no tomorrow. Hongjoongs head falls back as a rumbling moan parts his lips, similarly grounding himself with his hands on your sides.
"F-fuck," Yunho huffs out the breath he was holding, "is that a yes, Baby?"
"Yes, Daddy, I want you and the Captain to break my pussy- oh fucking fuck!" Your lustful voice is replaced by your cries of pleasure in a second flat. With your verbal confirmation, they're now on a mission to do just that.
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The loud noises of your brutish sex wakes Mingi, even from his deep slumber. His body is sore from pounding into you so roughly, and he can imagine you'll be even worse off.
Especially as he catches a blurry glimpse of Hongjoong yanking you around the bed and throwing you on your side.
He blinks and sits up, watching the man climb over you and lay infront of you; quickly plunging his member back into you. You cry out, holding his shoulders tightly and burying your face in his chest. Yunho lays behind you, and your moans grow as he joins Hongjoong inside of you.
Mingi is already hard again, he was when he woke up; but now it's impossible to ignore. Your sounds and the smell of sex in the air got him rock solid in his sleep even though he's nearly painfully tender.
Yunho takes notice to his newly awakened state, staring over at him as he continues his merciless pumping in and out. "Yah," he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your face out of the safety of Hongjoongs warm chest. "You woke Minnie, you noisy slut."
Your teary, pleasure filled eyes meet his. Your lips are kissed swollen, your mask askew and your hair even more so. He can't look away, nor does he feel the need to.
He can't believe you're still even semi-coherent. You were a babbling mess while he was holding you down — begging to cum, now you're panting and crying and moaning nonstop. He's enamored with that fact about you. You can take so much more than him in the bedroom; that much is clear now more than ever as you let the two dominant men fuck you like you owe them money.
"Tsk," Hongjoong clicks his tongue, wrapping his hand around your bared neck as Yunho holds your head back by your hair. It's quickly become his favorite thing in the world, watching you squirm and whine under his hand. "Apologize, Princess."
"S-sorryyyy, Min-" You slur your words, brain sufficiently scrambled by their nonstop in and out, in and out, and tossing you into position after position to see which one made you yell the loudest and which one made you douse them with waves of arousal. "Jus' feels too- ah too good!"
You whine as they stop, seemingly working with a sort of telepathy as they handle you seamlessly together. Hongjoong pulls you to straddle his lap as he lays back across the bed, Yunho letting go of your head with a shove and then a pet; making you dizzier with his mix of rough and sweet treatment of you.
"Min, get over here," Yunho beckons him, and his legs move without his brain even thinking about it. "You want in, Babyboy?" He asks as he stands, looking down at him and combing back his hair with his fingers. His member, still warm and wet from your insides, rubs against his and makes him shiver. "I know it's your favorite position, you too sore?"
"No," Mingi says quickly, making Yunho chuckle. "Please, can I?"
"Ask the Captain if he'll share his toy with you~"
Overhearing their conversation, you grind down harder on Hongjoong with a whimper, and the smirk on Yunhos face tells Mingi he meant for you to hear his teasing of you.
Mingi crawls back up on the bed, laying on his back next to Hongjoong and looking over at him with his best puppy dog eyes — fighting himself not to look at the way you ride him. "Captain?"
Like you aren't bouncing on his length, Hongjoong turns his face and looks at the younger man. "Yes, Minnie?"
"Can I fuck your toy with you?"
Your hips stumble, legs like jelly at the sweet sound of his vulgar words. Hongjoong lands a slap to your backside, "stay steady," he says without even looking away from Mingi. You whine a 'sorry, Captain' as you take in slow breaths.
"You wanna fuck my little siren with me?"
You cry out, nodding quickly as if to tell him to let him.
"Yes, please, Captain," Mingi gives his sweetest smile, and not even Hongjoong cant say no to that; not that he was going to anyways.
You gasp as Hongjoong throws you off of him and onto Mingi with your back on his chest. You lay back against your boyfriend, your head under his chin and your chest quickly embraced by his arms. His familiar length slides into you without hesitation or resistance, the warmth making him moan happily.
"What do we say, Baby?" Yunho appears above your heads, leaning over the bed with one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his phone; recording you.
Both of you blink at the phone for a moment, registering the fact that now two cameras are on you, before looking to the other man quickly; "thank you, Captain."
"So sweet," he hums playfully, slotting himself between your tangled legs. As he slowly pushes himself in with Mingi, he leans up and gives him the same messy first kiss; minus the choking. No, his hand finds your throat again, like that's its rightful place.
Mingi is just as much a mess as you were when Hongjoong pulls away, moving down to your face.
You're gasping under his hand, even though he's not putting nearly as much pressure as you know he can. "Such a good girl, you know that? You're a good little fuck-toy." His candied tone has you feeling faint, his hand tightening with every word, "you make us feel so good. I know Daddy and Minnie agree, you feel like heaven."
You feel Mingi nod, and see Yunho grin as he spreads your stuffed lower lips with his fingers, making you shiver. "That's right," he agrees while he films a close up of the two of them stretching you out, "our Princess feels like heaven on Earth. She knows how to take a good fucking, and she likes it too." He talks like you aren't right there as he circles your puffy clit with his fingertips. "Her perfect pussy just loves it."
"Gah-" You choke on your spit as Mingi gives a rough thrust, hands holding his arms tightly.
"S-sorry," he apologizes to both you and the Captain, who gives him a glare. "Sorry, Captain... she was squeezing so good."
Yunho lets out another dark chuckle, fingertips still toying with your clit. "Ah," he sighs with a smile, "you two are such little cumwhores." The way he says it sounds fond, because it is. He loves that about you. He loves everything about you two; and Hongjoong can see why.
"Here," he passes the phone to Hongjoong with a smirk, quickly moving to straddle your shoulders. "Can my girl take one more cock?"
You quickly open your mouth, tongue rolling out of your swollen lips along with whining moans as the two of them begin moving inside of you.
He leans and gives your tongue a little kiss before sitting back up and immediately gagging you on his cock, his hands tangled in Mingi's hair and pulling roughly; making his moans increase.
It almost too much to handle. But at the same time, you can't get enough.
Hongjoong bends one of your legs and smirks as you let out a weak moan of protest around Yunhos length, gushing as he and Mingi reach all new depths inside of you.
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Not being able to ask for permission with your boyfriend currently fucking your throat, you think you're going to get in trouble with Hongjoong as your overstimulated body cums with a squirt onto his pelvis.
Instead, he whistles all the while continuing to pound you with Mingi, "damn, what a sight! I was wondering when this pretty pussy would squirt for us."
"You messy fleshlight," Yunho taunts as he watches your eyes roll back, a growl pushing past his lips as you gulp and gag around him while he cums down your throat. But you manage to take it all and leave little mess as he slides out of your mouth and rests on your chest; effectively crushing you and Mingi both. Its dizzying — everything is. You'd be surprised if you could ever see straight again.
You pant and whine, pant and whine, sobbing like a broken record of ecstasy as your aching insides continue to be bullied. And still, your safe word never even enters your mind. You're feeling as good as you're making them feel, and you don't want it to ever stop; which is why you pout as you feel Mingi slip out after releasing his third load of the round into you.
The sloppy and wet sounds make your ears burn, and you feel like you're going insane as Hongjoong spreads your legs, capturing a clear view of the mess. Making it even dirtier as he pulls out and spills his pleasure on your stomach.
"Fucking fuck me, holy fuck," you blubber as you pull your hands over your face with a sudden shyness, knowing that he's filming your gaping hole up close.
"Awe," Yunho coos, moving his hands from Mingi's head where he was rubbing it comfortingly. They gently pry your hands away, "don't be shy, Princess. He's just showing everyone how well you did. And you did do well, didn't you? Didn't she, Min?"
"S'good- so well," Mingi is only a few steps behind you in terms of how far gone he is. He'd never cum this much in this amount of time. If you were to tally it, which Yunho did; two times with him, three while fucking you, and three just now. He had naturally high libido, sure. But this was pushing it.
Why did he tally it? Well, he likes his Babies to be even. "Princess, how many times have you cum?"
"Uhhhhh," you trail on, unable to think a single thought other than how well used you felt.
"Six," Hongjoong helps you out as he sets down the phone, having been the keeper of your orgasms for the night. He rubs your wobbly legs softly, making you hum contentedly.
"Six," you parrot him, not even questioning it which makes him giggle.
"You got one more for us?" Yunho carefully moves, sitting by your sides as you stay slumped on Mingi's chest; both of you taking a well deserved breather.
"One more?" You think, or at least you try to. Your eyebrows press together as you try to and a pout forms on your lips.
"One more for your Daddy? For your Captain?" He cups your face lovingly, cradling it like a piece of fine china as you melt into his touch.
You look to Hongjoong, asking for guidance with your answer with just the glint of your eyes.
His heart thuds at the soft look you have, completely at his mercy and trusting him with his next words. "You can handle one more, don't you think? You've earned it, little siren."
Yunho carefully lifts you from Mingi's protesting form, wanting to hold you in his post-orgasmic bliss. He's always sleepy and clingy like no other. Especially after a marathon like this.
He moves you like a fragile doll, settling you to be center on the bed and placing your head on the messy pillows. "There you go, Princess," he smiles as you cling to him, making him settle by your side. He rewraps his arms around you and drapes a leg over your hips; knowing you'll squirm.
Hongjoong has lead Mingi to you, helping him lay on his stomach between your legs as his tired body protested. But his eyes lit up at the promise of licking you clean.
"Hi, Princess," he whispers as his hands find your thighs.
"Hey, Minnie," you return the dopey smile he has, "thanks."
"For what?" He tilts his head, eyes on you even as Hongjoong crawls to your other side and mirrors Yunho.
"You always eat me out so good," you admit with a breathless laugh, and the men smile. "I know you'll make me feel good, so thanks, Min. I love you."
"I love you back, Princess."
Yunho and Hongjoong both watch with smiles of their own, pleased with how soft and pliant they've made you both. So deep in your submissive minds that you're professing your love for one another as he's about to lick you clean of all four of your mixed juices.
You melt between the two of them as Mingi begins his slow laps at your aching heat, your hands searching for somewhere to go when Hongjoong gathers them in his own.
"Good boy," Yunho calls down to him sweetly, spurring him on, "clean up our girl nice and softly. That's it."
He flattens his tongue as he licks up all of the cum on your core and your stomach and your thighs and your hips. It's everywhere, and he makes sure to get every drop he can find on the surface of your skin before moving to your insides. He points his tongue, then. Scooping everything he can reach out and into his awaiting mouth.
His nose presses against your overworked bundle of nerves and your world goes white before you know what's happening.
Your legs are trembling as they fall over Mingi's back, knuckles discolored from the strength you hold Hongjoongs hands with, and drool — legitimate drool dribbling from the side of your mouth which Yunho licks up without a second thought.
But you're oblivious to all of that, floating somewhere distant with your ears ringing and your vision coming back to you in blurry waves.
"Holy shit," Hongjoong gasps as your squirt absolutely soaks Mingi, watching in awe with Yunho; who looks completely star struck with hearts in his eyes. It's a sight to behold as your back arches into a perfect 'u' and your eyes flutter shut as your jaw slacks.
"Damn, Princess!" Mingi finally comes up from his near water-boarding, taking in a deep breath as he rubs your thighs, watching along with them as you slump. His hair is dripping with your arousal, droplets of it on his black masquerade mask; as well as all over his face and chest and... the ceiling. It's everywhere.
Hongjoong rubs your arms softly as he whispers, "you did so good, little siren." His only response is a weak little moan as you shift, making the men chuckle.
Mingi carefully crawls ontop of you. As he comes into your line of sight, Yunho does as well, giving you a view of all three of them.
"Am I- in a dream?" You string together your words on a base of moans and pants.
"Here, Babygirl," Yunho tenderly moves the mask up your face, patting your damp skin with a tissue, "catch your breath, in and out."
You're slowly coming back to your body with the help of each of them, your older boyfriend most specifically as he never once takes his eyes off you. Draping you in his gaze like a fuzzy and warm blanket in December.
Hongjoong strokes your head softly, humming a song to fill the silence as they patiently guide you back after your Earth-shattering orgasm.
Mingi is, well he's being Mingi, his head nuzzling your chest and sucking every so often, his eyes closed like he felt the same bliss you did.
"Mingi," you clear your throat, hands idly playing with Hongjoongs fingers.
"Yes, Princess?"
"Did you take a shower?"
A burst of laughter comes the man on your chest, and he hides his face between your breasts. Hongjoong giggles, squeezing your hand softly.
You look to Yunho confused, a dazed and far off look still in your eyes. He laughs as he pushes back Mingis still dripping hair and smiles down at you, "no, Baby. That's your squirt."
"What?!"
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After showers and kisses and many, many praises given to you and Mingi; it's well past one a.m.
After being drug up to eat, you were back in the beds clean blankets. Which one of them changed the sheets or how they got them doesn't even cross your mind as you curl up on Mingi's side. You just want to cuddle and sleep.
In your designated aftercare hoodie, a red Spider-man one you stole from Yunho many years ago, you look like a kitten that's in a queen sized blanket.
Hongjoong crawls in next to you, a quiet yawn drowned out by the show that you and Mingi fell asleep watching. He notices your sleepy eyes peeking over at him and pauses, halfway under the blanket. "Sorry, is it okay if I-"
"C'mere, Joong," you moan softly as you snuggle closer to Mingi, making room for him on your side of the bed. "Be big spoon, please." There's a bigger gap on Mingi's other side, where Yunho was laying as he held you both.
He smiles as he scoots closer, pressing his chest against you and curling around you to become your big spoon. He wraps his arms around you and hums happily, nuzzling his head into your back. "You did amazing today, Princess."
"Thanks," you hum back, tracing patterns on his arms, "you treated us all really nicely. I didn't... I didn't tell you this before, but I've never been with anyone but Yun and Min before."
"Really?" He doesn't sound very surprised, probably because he knows how long you've been together, but still he had his doubts. That's why he was going easy on you at the beginning.
"Yeah," you nod against Mingi's sleeping chest, "Yunnie was afraid I would be uncomfortable, but you made me feel safe; just like they do." He can hear you fighting your sleep, especially as his body warmth settles into your bones.
"That makes me happy," he says simply. And there's no need for anymore words. The way he holds you says it all. The way you search out his hand as you fall asleep says it all.
Your fingers peek out from the long sleeves, holding his hand as you fall back asleep, "night, Captain."
"Goodnight, my little siren." He rests his head against your back. One arm tucked under your head and his hand holding Mingi's shoulder as he stirs, the other draped over you and holding your hand; he falls asleep with a tranquility that he's never felt before.
When Yunho comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he closes the door as quietly as possible; the last of you to shower as he insisted on taking care of everyone else first.
He pauses in the little hall that connects the bedroom and the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he takes in the scene infront of him.
Cast in the light of the television, the three of you are snuggled up. A smile slowly takes over his face as he watches Hongjoong subconsciously comfort you in his sleep; rubbing your sore hip after you shift.
He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture, it's too precious of a scene not to.
As he looks down at the photo, he can't help but think how well Hongjoong fits with you all. Like he's a puzzle piece carved to fit perfectly in your lives. All these months of getting to know one another... tonight solidified it.
"Yunho?" He looks up quickly at the sound of Mingi's deep, sleep laden voice.
"Yes?"
"Come to bed," he rolls onto his side, pulling up your hoodie gently before hugging your head, a long leg draping all the way over you and Hongjoong.
When Yunho slides into the space left for him by you all, he feels a great warmth in his heart.
It was a good idea to start streaming, he thinks as he slots himself into the cuddle pile seamlessly.
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20 - I pick up piano again
25 - I finish a writing a song
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70 - I start waking up and going to bed earlier
80 - I spend less time on the phone
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150 - organize my pantry
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