#yes; i’m not expecting to send a back n forth of very long messages discussing in detail of what our characters will do

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hello… i am not interested in following anyone who doesn’t make an effort to interact with me ! ( not just plotting, i mean even sending small things, asks, liking my starter call etc… )

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Iron and Wine (4)

Chapter 4- Two Blue Eyes

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Erwin Smith x fem!reader (Royalty AU)

Warnings: They/them pronouns used for Hange, Miche literally almost charming the panties off of you, some minor character death, I'm not gonna ruin the surprise just know some of you will be disgusted with me and others will be thrilled lololol

WC: 5.1K

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long to get out. I changed so much shit around in this chapter because this is where it gets REAL. I think I've finally got what I want to happen from this point on locked and loaded though. Writing it may be a different story because this month is gonna get a lil busy for me. s/o to @lazyezstudy and @charlotteplsdosth for being sweet little darlings. 💖I'll dedicate this chapter to you.😘

Erwin’s eyes scan the horizon once more as the fluttering wings of the raven in the rookery rustles his hair. It’s been two weeks and there’s been no word from Abel or Keiji. They’ve never gone this long without sending word back which can only mean trouble. Erwin chews his lip nervously, creasing his brow as he racks his brain. What should he do? Send more men to find the two he lost? That would be a wise decision, if he had men to send. A raven flutters down next to him and he pets the head with one finger, gently.

What could have hindered Abel and Keiji from checking in? A tingle in his gut hints at the answer, but he doesn’t dare give voice to it. It’s a bad omen and he’d rather spend energy preparing than worrying. He continues scribbling the messages onto the slip of parchment and ties it to the raven sitting next to him before releasing it toward the North. He lifts a finger to beckon two more birds down to him, attaches the other messages, and lets one free toward the South and the other toward the West.

There’s still the issue of the agreement or lack thereof with you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have pushed you last night. Though he will admit it was entertaining.

The sound of shuffling feet breaks him from his concentrated stupor and he turns to see Miche and Hange approaching. Miche’s large broad shoulders block the doorway to the stairwell as he fills the entryway and blocks Hange from sight. He bows respectfully before reporting.

“Sire, the war council has gathered in the war room. They are awaiting your presence.” Erwin watches the flapping wings of the raven he just released silently. He doesn’t turn around when he speaks.

“Miche, you’ve been in the presence of my special guest. How do you like her?” he asks as if asking about the clouds donning the skies. Miche gulps and blinks quickly in confusion.

“You’re asking me if I like her?” he repeats, trying to be sure.

“Yes. It’s no secret she is a beauty. Even Levi seems to have noticed. So tell me, what has your nose told you about her?” Erwin says simply. He turns to look into his comrade’s large honest eyes.

“Erm, well she smells of fresh grass and wood, moss and clear spring water with a hint of some sweet flower I’ve been having trouble identifying. I’ve only smelled it once or twice in my life, but it was so lovely I never forgot it. But…” Miche trails off as he watches Erwin raise an eyebrow at him.

“What is it?”

“It’s fading… that scent is fading from her the longer she’s here,” Miche finishes quickly. He sets his face in a confident smooth expression and looks into the king’s eyes.

Erwin matches his serious and confident expression, “Are you suggesting I let her go?” he asks slowly, enunciating each word.

“No, your majesty,” he drops his eyes, regretful. Erwin sighs and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t. Forgive me, I am just at a loss of what to do. It’s obvious the lioness doesn’t trust me and no matter what I give her she won’t change her mind. There is still no word from Abel and Keiji. I've sent ravens to Pixis in the North and Shadis in the South. War will be on our shores in months and I don’t have the support of my people, and decreasing numbers of soldiers thanks to famine and this petty war with the forest savages my father started,” he cards his fingers through his hair and runs a hand over his face. Miche can tell the stress of the situation is getting to him. A

“Erwin, perhaps you’re going about this agreement with the woman in the wrong way,” Hange speaks up then, pushing past Miche and clapping Erwin on the shoulder.

“Well you’re part of my damn counsel, so counsel me,” Erwin replies, giving a tired chuckle.

“You plucked a wild woman who’s people you just referred to as ‘forest savages’—it’s probably wise not to say that in front of her— from her home in the forest and put her in a castle expecting her to be enthralled with all the riches,” Hange explains holding out their hands in an animated expression as if the rest of the point is clear before them. When Erwin stares blankly at them and they sigh as if he’s hopeless and continues.

“It’s clear she’s not impressed by it, so why not show her something she will be impressed with? Something she’ll actually enjoy but can’t find in her forest village. If you can show her that you’re actually paying attention, she may be more inclined to join us. Moblit mentioned she was quite pleasant to him and she seems to have taken to Historia quickly.”

Erwin ponders their words for a moment and Hange knocks a fist against their own head as they try to think of something here in the castle that might impress you. Miche’s green eyes look between the two of them before he sighs deeply and grunts in a deep voice, “The private gardens.”

“Great idea big guy!” Hange says, clapping their hands together.

Erwin smiles at both of them, then takes a deep breath. He turns to look out at the horizon again, hoping to catch a glance of a raven. When he doesn't, he turns back to Miche and says, “OK then, I’m entrusting the lioness to you, Miche. Show her the gardens, make sure she actually enjoys it. Hange, you’ll join me in the war room. It seems we’ll have some things to discuss.”

“I’ve been sent to escort you to the king’s private gardens, my lady.”

A large blonde man whom Historia whispers and informs you is named Miche Zachariaus, bows before you as you swing open the door. You recognize him instantly. He’s the strong one who carried you away after your first talk with Erwin. You take a moment to scrutinize him before responding. Everything about him is large. His chest is broad, his shoulders wide and strong, he could probably fit 10 bundles of wood on his back and carry them with ease. He is handsome as well, no doubt part of Erwin’s plan. As if you’d be swayed by a man’s looks, though you do quietly and begrudgingly thank him for the nice view. He’s not wearing his armor which you find alarming. He either doesn’t see you as a threat or his skills are far beyond any you’ve known or witnessed and that also puts you on edge. You decide to be polite.

“I humbly decline,” you say in a small voice. As you’re about to close the door, his large hand stops it and pushes it back open. He looks almost desperate and you furrow your brows in confusion as you look back up to him.

“Please, my lady. I implore you to reconsider. I’m aware most of the luxuries have not been to your liking but this I'm sure you will enjoy,” Miche says, holding out a hand for you to grab. Your eyes shift back and forth from his outstretched hand and up to his gentle green eyes. He looks hopeful, like he really hopes you’ll take his hand. You hear Historia’s soft footsteps behind you.

“I’ve never seen the king’s personal garden. You should go, it’ll be beautiful. Ser Miche won’t hurt you. He’s very gentle and kind,” she whispers to you.

You give her a teasing smirk as you whisper over your shoulder back to her, “You’ve said that about everyone here.”

“Well I haven’t been wrong, have I?” she huffs and pokes out her lip in a cute pout.

“Only once,” you say, remembering the night Erwin came to your room. Miche clears his throat to remind you of his presence and you smile back up at him. “Would she be permitted to come with me?” you ask, nodding your head in Historia’s direction.

“You can invite anyone you’d like, my lady,” Miche responds and Historia’s eyes light up in excitement. You try to hide the smile tickling the edges of your lips and swallow the excitement at the thought of seeing the gardens.

“Very well then,” you say, grasping his hand.

The garden is breathtakingly beautiful. It’s as if it’s located in another world. It smells wonderful, not at all like the moldy castle corridors or the stench of burning fire and metal that drifts in your window from the castle town below. The sun rays kiss the green leaves of each plant and the array of colors each flower offers is more beautiful than any you've ever witnessed in your village.

When Miche opens the heavy iron gates, you’re at a loss for words. There’s a cobblestone path that leads to a grand white marble fountain in the middle of the garden. Multiple paths break off in different directions showcasing different plants. Vines climb up the walls and cover the stone, butterflies and bees frequent the flowers, and it surprises you how much this one little place reminds you of home.

There’s no stopping the bright smile that bursts onto your face and stays there while you gaze around in fascination. Historia is next to you, matching your bewildered expression and when the two of you meet each other's eyes you both laugh in amusement and happiness. Your laughter echoes through the garden and mixes with the babbling water of the fountain, a glorious little melody. Miche is watching you with a warm-hearted smile and you catch him ogling you from the entrance. You try to pull yourself together as you watch HIstoria wander off and Miche closes the gate behind him and comes to stand next to you.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Would you like a tour?” he suggests and you look at him in shock.

“There’s more?” you breathe and he chuckles a deep rumbling noise before holding out his arm. You hesitate again looking at his outstretched hand with suspicion. He doesn’t take it personally, a man as large and strong as him doesn’t have much to worry about, but he does give you a reassuring smile.

“Yes, my lady there is more. I thought you’d like to see all the gardens have to offer,” he replies, gesturing to the entirety of the courtyard. You blink in astonishment.

“This was your idea? How did you know I’d-”

“Your scent is strong. You smell like the trees and a sweet flower. I've been trying to figure out the name since you’ve arrived,” he says matter of factly. He turns to you then and reaches out slowly to grab the braid sitting on your shoulder. You surprise yourself when you don’t move away from him, but the fact that this was his idea, that he mentioned your scent, makes you feel more at ease around him.

“May I?” he says, green eyes drifting to yours. His long lashes brush against his cheeks and his deep voice rumbles through his body when he speaks.

“You wish to...smell my hair?”

“Yes, if you would permit me to do so,” he says politely. Again you look at him with suspicion, but nod to let him know it is ok to move closer to you.

Your eyes stay glued to him as he crouches and brings the long braid up to his nose and inhales deeply. He drags it up and down your hair, inhaling and exhaling with a deep pleasurable sigh after each breath. His eyes are closed as he focuses on the scent, mumbling words to himself.

“Pine...a hint of lemongrass...cedar wood...ugh the perfume overpowers the natural scent… and there that flower again...what is it?” He switches back and forth from sniffing your hair and sniffing the sweet air of the gardens. He’s quite amusing to watch and you smile to yourself as his shaggy hair falls over his eyes when he bends down to sniff you again.

Suddenly his eyes shoot open and he turns to face a path leading away from the fountain. He grabs your hand slowly, his large fingers wrapping around yours and swallowing it completely and strolls down the path looking back and forth between the colorful petals. He momentarily stops to sniff the air again before taking turns in the maze of plants until he comes across a hedge of thick green bushes and vines.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” You ask him, gesturing to the huge hedge in front of you sarcastically. He doesn’t respond, only bends down on one knee and reaches into the hedge. You try to pull him back, the hedge houses many thorns definitely as a means to keep people out of that area.

“No, don't! You’ll hurt your–“

He pulls his hand from the wall of thorns, bloody and pin pricked but holding the loveliest flower you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s pure white and unphased by the thorns or by Miche pulling it from its hiding place. You’re stunned by its beauty and it’s perfect white petals. He hands it to you and smiles a big joyous grin.

“How did you–“

“I’ve always had a good nose. I knew I’d smelled this plant before. Once near the edges of the forest. And then again when you were brought before Erwin. There were hints of it here, but it doesn’t seem to belong here. I figure it’s only natural to give it to you considering…” He doesn’t finish this sentence, not wanting to rub dirt in the wound of you being forced from your home. The flower make tears well in your eyes and you quickly swipe them away before he can see them.

You take the flower from him and bring it to your nose, the scent immediately reminding you of home and the huge field that has many of these swaying in the breeze. “It’s a moon blossom. They bloom at night or in dark places under the moon. It’s a symbol of growth in dark times,” you explain to him.

He nods in understanding. “I’d like to think…” he starts grabbing the flower from you again and moving to place it gently into your hair, “that it represents you, thriving and standing beautifully despite being so far from home.” His finger skims across your cheek as he fixes your hair. He’s definitely a charmer and he flashes you a cute boyish grin that you can’t help but return. His charm is genuine and you snicker as he steps back to look you over.

“Are you attempting to woo me?” you ask playfully.

“No. If I were, my lady, I’d tell you that there’s not a flower in this garden that compares to the beauty you possess. And that the dullest of days would shine brighter, for the sun would be envious of your presence and beauty.”

He finishes his sentence with a bow and a soft but pointed kiss on the palm of your hand. You can feel the prickle of his moustache in your hand and paired with his soft lips and warm breath, it sends a shiver up your spine.

The moment his lips leave your palm, your heart is thumping. You can still feel the warmth of the kiss on your skin and it radiates all over your body, culminating at the apples of your cheeks. You watch as his smile turns smug much to your chagrin, you turn away to hide the smile creeping at the edges of your lips.

“Alright then, I see now why the king sent you to escort me,” you say, clearing your throat. He chuckles in a deep baritone and holds his arm out to continue escorting you through the gardens.

“He’s very interested in you,” Miche replies, looking down at you as the two of you stroll.

You roll your eyes, “I bet he is,” you say remembering the way Erwin pinned you to the wall, his lips on your neck and jaw.

“Truly my lady, In all the years of knowing him, I’ve never seen him so entranced before,” he replies, watching as you let go of his arm to sniff a large drooping pink flower. Entranced, a pretty way of saying “kidnapping”, but something else he says catches your attention.

“How long have you known him?” you ask, curiosity painting your features.

“Since we were boys. I was a stablehand in the town right outside the castle walls. Erwin wasn’t king then but he snuck out of the castle to spend time with me. He taught me to read, taught me how to use a sword, and helped me become a knight under his father’s rule. He took care of my family when the food supply started running out, gave them jobs in the castle when he became King.”

He looks ahead as if he’s picturing all the events unfolding in front of him. You shrug your shoulders. Of course his best man would speak great things about him. Erwin is the King, it’s treason to speak ill about him. Though you will admit, this isn’t the first time you’ve heard of him helping out one of the people in the castle. You remember Historia telling you he found her in her village.

“What about Historia? She mentioned he found her in her village. Did he steal her too? She is a beauty,” you challenge, raising your eyebrow.

“Ahh the little lady, very sad story. The King happened upon her village after it had been raided by barbarians. There didn’t seem to be any survivors, the houses were burnt down, blood and carnage all over. He was returning from battle and stopped the entire army to search for survivors. She was the only one. Erwin brought her back to the castle, dressed her wounds and let her stay,” he explains.

You’re shocked but try to keep it hidden. You don’t think Miche is lying to you, it would be foolish. You could just ask Historia and if the story matched you’d know it was true. But there’s something about the way Miche speaks with admiration, loyalty, and genuine respect for Erwin when he tells the story that cements the truth.

It confuses you, the wolf king’s actions. The battles between your people and his to keep him out of the forest and away from the precious metals you know he’s after, the way he neglected his people despite them dying in the streets from famine while he sits in his castle and gorges himself on delicacies, it makes no sense. If he were as compassionate as Miche is suggesting he would never do these things. But there must be some truth to it, the Mother protects him. What does she see?

You're left to the many questions in your head as another guard approaches you and Miche and whispers something quickly in his ear. He nods once then turns to you and bows.

“My apologies my lady, but I’m needed elsewhere. Gelgar will escort you and Historia back to your chambers,” he says, grasping your hand and giving it a final kiss before departing.

You thank him and watch him turn a corner out of the garden maze as Gelgar gestures to have you walk in front of him and inform you that Historia is waiting back at the fountain. You nod and walk past him.

You suppose it’s time to stop being stubborn and finally read the documents Erwin left for you. If it means you’ll get out of here sooner, you’ll oblige. Perhaps more answers about the type of man Erwin truly is will be shown to you after you’ve read them.

The ravens reach Shadis and Pyxis in a matter of days and when they return it is not with good news. The number of men is less than what he expected to hear and more continue to drop from starvation as they speak. It has become increasingly more difficult to keep control over the North and South as the people grow weary and delirious with starvation. Pyxis and Shadis both report the same instances, talk of the lioness coming to bring them food and prosperity and good fortune as she did in Castle Town.

Lord Pyxis, ever the wise and kind old man and one of Erwin’s father's old friends, writes of the hope it instills in the people. He hopes that someone will come soon to help with this famine and the people are greatly appreciative of his faith. Shadis on the other hand is cold and views the whispers in the streets as a betrayal, a rise of another rebellion. He forbids any talk of you or the “nonsense” you would inflict upon his people.

Erwin scans the words on the notes from the two lords as Hange sits next to him, hands intertwined underneath their chin.

“Well it’s nice to know the people are of one mind. But Erwin, if we can’t get the lioness to agree we have no hope in helping anyone,” they say in a slurry of words. Erwin can tell their mind is working, filtering through the different possibilities.

“I have faith in Miche. She wants to help the people in this kingdom and she wants to keep her home safe and from invaders,” Erwin says, shuffling through many pieces of parchment on the table. He picks up a stained crumpled piece and glares at it. “And this will surely be a driving factor in her decis--”

The door to the war room bursts open as you stomp into the room, parchment gripped tightly in your hand. The lavender dress flows dramatically behind you as you drift into the room, drawing the attention of everyone present. Miche is behind you, desperately trying to keep up with your quickened pace as he flashes an apologetic frown and slight bow of the head to Erwin. You’re shaking with rage, head held high as you walk into the room with purpose. Your eyes are fixed on Erwin at the head of the table and you can hear the commanders whisper to themselves about your disrespect.

Erwin does not look bothered, rather amused as you come to stand before him and slam the parchment down on the big table in front of him. The goblets and war figurines tremble and topple over.

“What is the meaning of this?” You scream.

“Ahh my lady, I see you’ve read the document sent to the Beast across the sea.”

“This spews lies and deceit, we are not one kingdom, we do not fight as one. And I am not going to negotiate to share any of the fruits of my labor with you or this beast from the west!”

Erwin stands wordlessly and the others in the room immediately stand with him. He walks slowly around the table to grab pieces of parchment that sit in front of Hange. His face is no longer pleasant, but serious with a dark glint behind his glare. The pieces of parchment are wrinkled and stained with what you assume is blood. He holds them in his fist and hands them to you, nodding his head to encourage you to take them from him.

You do so, snatching them in a huff and uncrinkling them to read the neat scrawled handwriting. Your eyes scan through the first few words before Erwin’s voice rings out into the war room and demands “Read it aloud.”

You glare again at him before clearing your throat and reading the message aloud:

Greetings King Erwin, Wolf of the East. I am sure you and your war counsel have heard of me as they are tasked with keeping tabs on your enemies. I am not sure how much information your comrades Abel and Keiji gave you before I captured them but I can only assume they’ve completed their tasks remarkably. I can only imagine how thorough and intelligent you are King Erwin, as I've done my research on you as well.

I’ve received your letter, your partner sounds lovely but I have no interest in arrangements or agreements. I will simply take what I want: your lands, your resources, your people as that is what a conqueror would do. As I’m sure you already know, it is well within my power to do so. We will meet you in battle and crush you. I hope you will not take offense as you must be familiar with the rules of war. How many kingdoms have you crushed under your golden boot?

You drop the parchment, thinking it silly to continue with the self assured words of this foreign enemy. “You’re afraid of a cocky self assured bastard from across the sea? And I thought you to be a King.”

“Keep reading.”

“Why? It’s just nonse-”

“I said, keep reading.” Erwin’s voice is dangerous now, anger swelling inside him and you'd never admit aloud but it kind of frightens you.

You are probably wondering what has become of your loyal men, why they haven’t reported back in weeks? You're probably wondering what to tell their families, their wives and children if they have them. Well you’ll be happy to know I am a gracious war chief. I’d want to know what happened to my men as well. So I will tell you every detail of how your men suffered, until they took their last breath so you may explain to their wives and children as they wail in sorrow. And you may have what’s left of them, to bury or burn or whatever it is you do with your unfortunate dead. Their heads will stay here with me though, as my trophies. The details of their deaths are included in the lovely gifts I’ve sent you.

Best regards your majesty, and I look forward to seeing you when I land upon your shores.”

The note is signed with one name, “Zeke” in neat penmanship. Below that is what looks like a recipe, numbered steps and as you scan through them quietly you realize it is a step-by-step process of how the two men were killed. It is gruesome, horrific, unnecessarily cruel and you don’t have the stomach to finish reading it to yourself let alone aloud. You slam the parchment down on the table and look away. The other pages scatter and Erwin glowers at them.

“Did you see the diagrams, my lady? The diagrams of how he butchered my men? Or was the step by step process too much for you?”

“I don’t underst-”

“This letter came back attached to a bloody sack that held the maniac slaughtered remains of my men. This was a message my lady, a show of power. This… was Zeke’s way of telling me he will slaughter all who are in his path and he will not lose sleep over it,” his voice grows in volume and anger and soon it’s booming and echoing through the entire room.

“So you see, my lady I am no longer interested in the petty qualms of the past between our people. I no longer care about the hate your parents held for my father or the hate you have for me. What I care about is making sure this beast pays for what he’s done. And that he will never get his hands on any of the precious resources this land has to offer. So correct me if I'm wrong in assuming that we have the same goal.”

There is silence as Erwin stands before you now, scowling at you. He’s so close that your heaving breasts hit his chiseled abs as you stand there challenging him with your shoulders squared and your chin held high.

The silence stretches out into an awkward staring competition that you refuse to lose. The tension in the room could be sliced with a knife but your eyes never leave his crystal glare. For the first time, you can see past his brave mask. He’s confused, hurt, frustrated, and vulnerable and your hard icy stare warms the longer you look at him. You almost forget who he is and reach out to caress and comfort him but you lock your jaw and keep your hands clasped in a fist at your side.

“It’s different when it’s your men being slaughtered by a foreign enemy, isn't it?”

That catches him off guard and the anger slowly releases from him as you look around the room, looking at each of the advisors standing slack jawed at the exchange between the two of you. You look back to Erwin, determination on your face now.

“Seems we have a lot to discuss. When will the beast be here?”

Erwin sighs in relief, loud enough for everyone to hear and Levi scoffs under his breath and rolls his eyes at the show of weakness. “Nanaba estimates three months.”

“Perfect, that will be plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time for what? I need your decision, we need to start preparing,” Erwin says watching you look at the little figurines on the war table. You scan the map past the forest to the west where the blue coloring indicates the sea.

“This isn’t a decision for me to make alone.”

“What are you talking about? You’re their leader, are you not?” Erwin looks confused and slightly annoyed but no one in the room dares to speak up while the two of you converse.

You turn to look at him now, head held high. Your voice is strong and serious, like you’re stating the law of the land for all to hear. “Everyone has a voice and it should be heard. If you wish to have a decision, we will take this before my people and they will decide. Before you do, you will partake in living with us, learn our ways, drink with us, eat with us, celebrate and worship with us. And should they decide to accept your request, we shall solidify the deal underneath the full moon. It is in three days.”

You chuckle to yourself and though Erwin is still frustrated he can feel it slowly leaving him with every soft sound escaping you.

“What is it?” he asks, moving closer and looking into your eyes again.

“I suppose now you’ll be my house guest and I promise to be a better host than you.”

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Broken Trust~ Part Five

Paring: Bang Chan x reader; Mark Tuan x reader(arranged marriage)

Genre: Mafia au, angst, little bit of everything honestly

Warnings: Cursing, mafia life and shizzle

MASTERLIST

“Y/n.”

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“Y/nnnnnnn”

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“Maybe she’s dead?”

“Jisung shut the fuck up, why are you even here?”

“Hey don’t talk to my Jisung like that!”

“You can shut the fuck up too hoe.”

“Changbin, Jisung, and Minho will the three of you stop acting like children? You guys shouldn’t even be here.”

“Ah Chan losen up a bit, we’re just messing around. Right guys,” Jisung said while pulling Changbin into a choke hold.

“What did I just say? Now leave!”

“But she could wake up any minute and we-“

“I said leave!”

With a sigh, all three boys left reluctantly. Muttering out smart remarks and little complaints. Chan sat down in a chair that was infront of yours. You currently were knocked out and tied to chair in Stray Kids basement.

“I swear, one of these days I’m gonna kill one of them,” he mumbled to himself while rubbing his head. He loved all of his main members but goddamn they got on his nerves sometimes. All of a sudden, you began to stir.

“Ah so the princess is finally waking up,” he thought to himself as he sat up straight in his chair, leaning forward a little.

Your head was beating heavily and your mind was foggy. You couldn’t quite remember what had happened before you woke up and your state of confusion was obvious. You see, Chan had set the chair up where he was in the dark so that you wouldn’t immediately see him. Was it extra? Yes but in his mind it was kind of badass.

“Where the fuck am I?” You whispered to yourself as you began to look around at the unfamiliar room.

“Isn’t it obvious where you’re at?” A voice suddenly boomed out which you recognized right away. Everything began to come back to you.

“Chan,” you hissed out as his figure stalked towards you.

“The one and only”, he mocked which caused you to roll your eyes.

“Why am I here?”

“Ah come on y/n, I know you’re a smart girl! You know why you’re here. Why don’t we talk about something else, something far more interesting.”

“Whatever, I don’t know why I’m here but pop off I guess.”

Chan’s jaw clenched at that.

“Moving on, I want to make a deal with you. I believe it’ll be beneficial to both parties.”

“I’m listening I guess.”

“You see, I have very good sources in JYP that have been extremely useful and helpful to my, no, Stray Kids plans. However, there are some missing pieces that I’m almost positive you have. If you were to cooperate 100% and the information you give us is accurate, I promise you I’ll-“

Chan’s speech was cut off by a hiccup.

“Yo that’s so damn embarrassing,” you laugh out as his cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“Hey it’s not *hiccup* funny.”

“Bro you cannot tell me that isn’t funny. “Oh I’m the king of serious and I’m getting down to business but oh no my long important speech that I’ve been planing for years gets cut off by a tiny little hiccup”. Seriously, you don’t find that a little funny?”

At this point you were in tears laughing so hard. Was it really that funny? No but in stressful, serious situations, everything is 100000% funnier.

“Stop laughing, it’s not even that funny,” he said while lowkey trying not to laugh at the situation. You were right, it was kind of funny. If he was in your shoes he would be laughing to.

“Okay, okay I’m done. Woo my stomach hurts. Anyway; carry on with your monologue.”

“As I was saying, if you can give me reliable information, I’ll let you go. No harm will come to you and everyone wins in the end.”

“You can’t be serious? Everyone wins in the end?”

“Yes, everyone does. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“I’m not going to turn on my future father-in-laws mafia. That doesn’t even make sense Chan.”

He paused for a moment, deep in thought.

“When are you getting married?” He suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“Well that was random.”

“Just answer the question, I don’t need your commentary.”

You let out a loud breath as you looked away from him.

“Does it even matter? I don’t get why you wanna know.”

Chan stayed silent at that.

“Well if really want to know, our fathers haven’t selected an exact date. They’re thinking sometime in early October.”

“Oh happy birthday to me,” he laughed out bitterly while shaking his head.

You didn’t really know what to say. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t even be marrying Mark.

“Do you love him?” Chan tried to ask nonchalantly but you could tell it bothered him to ask.

“I....I don’t know. I mean he’s not hard on the eyes and deep down I know he cares for me but sometimes he-“

“Cares for you? He doesn’t care for you! None of them do! They’re all selfish, greedy men who will do anything in their power to do what’s best for themselves. They would kill you in the blink of an eye if they thought it would get them further in life,” he yelled.

“Oh what and you’re any better? You’re just as bad as them!”

“I am nothing close to being like those assholes!”

“You’re apart of the mafia, what do you mean you’re not close to being like them? And are you just gonna ignore what you did to me? You left me. For two fucking years you left me. Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep, thinking the guy that I loved was dead? Then suddenly you just decide to come back like it’s no big fucking deal, kidnap me, then have the nerve to tell me that Mark doesn’t care for me when you haven’t been here. What would you even know? Just because he doesn’t always say it, doesn’t mean he’s a selfish prick who wouldn’t care if I lived or died. So don’t act like you know everything.”

“Why are you defending him when you don’t even love him?”

“I never said I don’t love him.”

“You just said you didn’t know!”

“But I never said I don’t!”

Chan and you were both breathing hard as your tempers began to rise.

“Did you ever even love me?” Chan asked with a look of disgust on his face.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I did! I was going to marry you, why the fuck would I agree to that if I didn’t love you?”

Chan began to pace back and forth while rubbing his face in his hands.

“I guess it was one sided though,” You muttered out causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He questioned in a low voice.

“You heard me, why should I repeat myself?”

“You know what, maybe it was one sided but I sure as hell wasn’t the one who didn’t love the other one. I wasn’t the one who went and got engaged the second the other person was out of the picture.”

“What the hell are you talking about? First of all, you’re acting like it was my choice when it wasn’t. Second of all, we literally didn’t get engaged until this year. You couldn’t have expected me to stay single for the rest of my life Chan, I thought you were dead. And you know what, speaking of being dead, I wasn’t the one who faked their own damn death!”

“The only reason I faked my death was because of you!”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Why would he fake his death because of you?

“What?”

“Whatever, I don’t want to have this conversation anymore,” he huffed out while moving his chair from the dark into the dim lighting and sat right in front of you.

“You can’t just say that and not elaborate on what you mean!”

“Trust me, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about that but today isn’t that day.”

“But-“

“Enough y/n, I’m not going to say what you want to hear so just drop it.”

You both sat in silence for a bit, the weight of the argument taking a toll on the both of you.

“Now, back to what we were discussing before. What I had in mind is, you could call Mark and tell him that we asked you to join Stray Kids. Just make up some story that I still love you and want to be with you blah blah, you get the point. So then you tell him that you agreed but in reality it’s just an act and you’re trying to get information out of us and you’ll report back to them with made up shit. I was thinking you could also talk to Red Velvet, Twice, GOT7, NCT, whoever you want and try to get information out of them but casually, you know? Like hey ummmm Sana, how’s it going? Oh, you plan on doing this super secret mission to get some super secret information? Oh cool, I will do nothing with this news and I sure won’t tell Stray Kids any of this teehee.”

“Teehee? Really?”

“That’s not the point. The point is you give them fake information, they give you real stuff in return, I don’t kill you, and everyone wins. I think it’s a great plan,” he stated with a shrug.

“Right yeah no I still don’t get how I win in this situation.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me leaving.”

“Wait are you serious?” You asked as you tried to lean forward, forgetting your arms were tied behind your back.

“Yeah I guess but I won’t answer them all at once and I don’t plan on exposing anything juicy just yet. Patient is a virtue,” he joked with a wink.

“You’re so damn weird. You were just breathing heavy like a bull who saw red and now you’re cracking jokes?”

Chan just gave you a little shrug.

“So, do we have a deal or not?”

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Part six

MASTERLIST

[lemonjoonah]

Artificially Inclined - Pt 3

Title: Artificially Inclined (A.I.) Word Count: 6K Rating: M Genre: Android AU, Assassin AU, Scifi, Romance (smut), Drama, Thriller Warnings: Violence, Disability Discrimination, Drug Use, Sexual Reference Pairings: Maknae Line x Reader (Primarily Jungkook x Reader)   Pairings (in this chapter):  Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You took Jungkook on as a project, something to help you pass the time in your exile. How could you have known that he would become such a big part of your life? That he would see you as his entire reason for existence, and the only method for his survival. When an outsider, V, is forced into your life, after learning of the secret that keeps you hidden away, relationships shift and tension grows high. After all, how can you expect Jungkook to share your attention when he’s held it for so long?

A/N: Just a forewarning there is going to be a major tone shift two thirds of the way through this chapter. It’s a POV switch, which is written in true first person (as opposed to the modified version I sometimes write in).  I considered splitting it off into another chapter but in order for you to get the full view of what’s happening I decided to keep it all together. Enjoy!

Chapter 3 - Execution Flaw

Present 9:40 am December 4th, 2054

POV (Y/N)

“I would like you to ask me Noona. If it happens again, I want to help you.”

You find yourself repeating, ‘he doesn’t know what he’s asking,’ over and over in your mind until you find a way to resolve his request. ...Jungkook what do you feel towards me? When you see me what is your first reaction?...

“I want to assist you.”

...Would you ever deny me a request?...

“Of course not Noona.”

...Then I’m sorry but I can’t ask you to help me. I know you say that you want to, but you do not yet possess the components that equate to consent in this matter...  The explanation you give is formal but it’s the best you have.

“And what are those components?” Jungkook’s eagerness weighs on you, it’s as if he expects to receive a simple answer that will clarify everything. 

...There are a few but I suppose the basics would consist of love, desire, and the ability to refute...

“The update that Hyung gave you, will that not solve these issues?”

...I’m not sure Jungkook, I need to look at the coding first. I don’t want to walk into this blindly...

“May I look at it?”

...I think it’s best if I hold onto it for now...

“It would be more efficient for me to examine the software.”

...Jungkook, it would make me happy if you dropped the subject... You cringe internally as you write those words but you find yourself unsure of how else to get him to change the conversation. You don’t want to even risk him even seeing the coding in case he begins the update unintentionally after viewing the programming. He has a habit of latching on to so much information and then integrating it into his system. If he feels like something will improve his capabilities he will seek to upload it.

Jungkook goes silent, but watches your expression closely as you head towards the dining room for breakfast. Your plate is set at your seat stuffed to the edge with your favourites, while the rest of the table remains bare. Jungkook takes the seat next to you as your mind continues to dwell on his proposal.

“You’re not happy.”

You look back to Jungkook, confused by his statement.

...What do you mean?...

“You said that if I dropped the subject you would be happy.”

...Sorry, I was just thinking about tonight... Such a bold face lie, you scold yourself while taking a bite of an apple. Not wanting to meet his eyes you look to the toast rack next for a slice of whole wheat but today you find it empty.

“Would you like to discuss the schedule for the day?”

...Yes please anything to distract me...

“Your brother should arrive home in just over an hour. Followed by your meeting with him regarding your dissertation. Your parents will get in just before the party which will start at 8pm and then fly out again at 11pm. It appears they have also just sent you and Seokjin a joint email wishing you a Happy Birthday.”

Jungkook abruptly stops the rundown while his head tilts in the direction of the kitchen. This behaviour is nothing new, with his improved hearing he can often listen in on things that might be impossible for you to pick up.

He stands up from his seat and moves in the direction he was staring off into. “I’ll return shortly Noona.”

When he opens the door to the kitchen you can briefly hear the ruckus inside, before the door slams shut behind him again.

Jungkook returns a minutes later with an appliance in tow.   

...Jungkook why do you have a toaster?...

He looks down at the small device he’s cradling in hands. “I can fix it Noona.”

After giving you the vague answer, he sits back down and looks ominously at the door, until your head chef bursts forth to address you.

“Keep that mechanical pet of yours out of my kitchen!”

...Jungkook is allowed to go wherever he wishes. If he enters your kitchen there is obviously a reason for him to be there...

“He stole the toaster!”

...Jungkook why did you take it?...

“She was yelling at it and hitting it, I wanted her to stop. I can repair it.”

...If Jungkook wishes to fix the toaster I see no problem here...

“Fine he can keep the damn thing, I’ll just get a new one that actually works.”

As the cook returns to the kitchen you shake your head. You wish that occurrences like this were rare but unfortunately Jungkook has a habit of rubbing some people the wrong way. It’s not his fault, he’s just trying to help them. Why can’t they see that?

“She was going to throw it out Noona.” There is such distress in his voice that your frustration crumbles. You know that he worries that he will be treated the same one day. He only wants to show people the value of technology... even if it is a simple toaster.

...I know Jungkook...

“Why do humans dispose of things so quickly?”

...Because they don’t understand. They feel that it’s not worth their time fix something that’s broken...

“Why are you different Noona?”

...Because to them I am broken too... You identify far more with the appliance in Jungkook’s hands than the women who was trying to dispose of it.

“You are not broken Noona. You are living within the parameters of how you were made. You cannot give fault to the device, only the creator.”

...Thank you Jungkook...

...

After breakfast you begin prepping for your discussion with Seokjin, while also taking a glancing through his correspondence from the past year.

Dec. 7th, 2053

...I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I left you there. I just couldn’t stay, I couldn’t stand the thought of being in the house where we were lied to our whole lives for even a moment longer. I was selfish, I hadn’t considered what you might be feeling. Please let me know that you’re okay. I won’t be coming home for a while but I just need you to know that you are still my sister, my very brilliant sister.  

- Seokjin...

...

Dec. 31st, 2053

...Sorry I haven’t been able to visit. I’ll see if I can get some time off for the Lunar Holiday. I’m glad to hear that you are doing well. I have some fantastic news to share. The first of the new defence model units are coming off the production line. I am taking a couple semesters off from grad school to be involved with their development but they should be ready to go within a year! They never would have made it this far without out your insight, I just thought you, my brilliant sister, should know the incredible work you’ve done.

-Seokjin...

...

Feb. 8th, 2054

...Happy Lunar New Year! And again I must send my apologies. They’ve been keeping me busy here. One day I’ll bring you to the international factory to show you what you helped create. I know that I haven’t been home to discuss your work, trust me when I say that I miss those times too, but you can always send anything you wish to discuss to my dropbox. You may have to explain it to me though because there is no way I could ever live up to your brilliance.

-Seokjin...

...

June 23rd, 2054 (Message has been decrypted by JK0901)

...I’m sure you’ve guessed by now the reasons for the lack of communication, especially with it being all over the news. But I figured you would want me to confirm. There has been some push back with our new units from two extremist groups. The first is a religious organization called S(e)oul First, I would almost enjoy their cleaver name were it not for their antics. They claim that we are playing god, and taking innocent lives with our soulless creations, so their recourse has been to attack out our factories. We have managed to secure our production lines in classified locations but contact in and out must be limited and heavily encrypted, for fear of discovery.

The second group, known as Asimov's Law, has been trying to push that we bind all androids to rules set in popular fiction. I mean really, can you believe that? They have been relatively quiet recently, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before they make their strike too. So please, I am begging you, stay by JK0901, and stay safe. I’ll contact you when I can.

-Seokjin...

...

Nov. 25th, 2054 (Message has been decrypted by JK0901)

...Thank you for all of your messages and updates. I can finally make a short trip back home for our birthday next week, although I suppose there will be some business mixed in too. I guess that party that our parents are throwing will also be the official public announcement of the military line, there will be several government officials in attendance. So much for our celebration right?  

But with this trip I’ll finally be able to discuss your progress with you in person. I must say I was surprised to see the direction you are taking your work. My flight gets in just after 10am so I’ll probably make it home around 11 shall we take some time then to discuss your findings then?

-Seokjin...

...

The second that Seokjin steps in the door he wraps you in a tight hug. You can hardly contain your excitement so see your brother again after so long.

“I guess you missed me too?” He laughs as he pulls you away slowly. “After what I did I don’t deserve such kindness.”

You shake your head to convey that all is forgotten.  

“Come on I know you’re anxious to show me what you’ve been up to.”

With your annual report due to the research team in a matter of days you are looking for some initial feedback. The subject matter is so unusual that the lens through which it is presented becomes essential to its reception.

As Seokjin looks over your final paper you watch his expression closely. His brow furrows several times as if in confusion.

...What’s wrong?...

“It’s good I’m just a little perplexed as to how it will benefit the direction in which the company is currently going. You’re discussing possible advancements to affective computing but we already have a good baseline for emotional recognition. It’s expensive research to conduct and I worry that we would see little return if we continued to invest in that area.”

...It could be improved. I spend most of my time with Jungkook and he still struggles to determine some emotional expressions. But this isn’t just about androids seeing and understanding emotions but possibly even feeling them...

“What benefit would that give to the military defense units?”

...You said it yourself that people are having difficulty accepting them. This might help bridge the gap...

“We are not going to cater to extremists, they will never be happy.”

...Then at least for household droids. If I can work with Jungkook to the point where he is able to develop his own emotions. We could apply that to assistant units and such, it could make their productivity increase if they can apply emotional intelligence...

“I was worried about this....” It’s with a sigh that Seokjin continues, “We are not trying to make them human (Y/N).”

You feel a sense of embarrassment as he simplifies your work so bluntly. You can only assume he wants you to see the error of your ways, but why? Why is it so wrong to want this for them? Jungkook makes you feel more human than anyone else, yet you can’t give him the same experience.

...No but I would like them to understand. They should understand what they are fighting, and what they are protecting...

...

“I’m sorry Noona.”

...For what?...

“I’m sorry that Master wasn’t impressed by our work.”

...He just doesn’t find value in it yet. I’m sure once we are successful he will...

Jungkook is currently helping you with your dress for tonight. You didn’t realize when you ordered it that the back consisted of intricate laces that the wearer would need assistance with. But of course Jungkook was more than willing to aid you. You watch him in his progress through the mirror in front of you. He himself had already changed into the same black suit that all of the security units would be wearing.

As his fingers threaded the ribbon through the notches in the fabric they would occasionally brush the skin of your back. After each loop he tugs on the lace cinching it together. This causes you to lose balance several times during the process but he stops to brace you when it does.

...Did you manage to fix the toaster while I was with Seokjin?...

He beams back at you through the mirror, “Yes I did.”

...What was wrong with it?...

“User error. She did not maintain the appliance, she is not like you.” He yanks on the strings of the gown one last time pulling you into him. Jungkook’s face now right beside yours, you watch through the looking glass as he looks at you intently, whispering into your ear, “You take such good care of me Noona.” His fingers trail along the boning of the dress, pressing down and smoothing out the fabric on your skin as they move along. “How does that fit?”

Reluctantly taking your eyes off him, you test the bodice with a tug. ...I think it could be a little tighter...

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

...You won’t, I won’t be wearing it for long. I am just worried about it falling...

“Formal attire seems so unnecessarily complex.”

...Yes, yes it is. It’s amazing what we’ll do to look pretty...

“You are already pretty Noona.” You inhale sharply as he tightens the gown further. “Based on the standards of society you are considered attractive.”

Your hand hovers over the tablet as you ponder if you should press him further. ...What about your standards?...

“I don’t have standards of beauty, but I suppose it could be considered my drive to observe you. If that’s the case I consider you very beautiful.” His hand comes to find your wrist. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt, your heart is racing again.”

You nod to him, flush with embarrassment.

...

The party is contained to a separate building on the property used for entertaining guests. On one side there is a large elaborate ballroom and on the other there is a corridor filled with smaller rooms, including your refuge in the form of a piano parlor. An evening such as this often becomes a test on how short you can make your appearance without it seeming odd or rude.

Without your tablet in hand you feel empty and anxious. Clinging to Jungkook's arm as if he is a crutch. You have done this so many times before but each spectacle makes you nervous wondering if this will be the time someone figures out your secret before you can leave. As you enter you nod to the several people who recognize you. You find yourself fortunate for your brother, all of the guests have their sights set on him for discussion not just because of his position, but due to his affable nature. Jungkook quickly ushers you to the corner occupied by Namjoon.

One of the temporary wait staff hired for the evening approaches to offer you a glass of champagne. Jungkook turns them away for you to avoid any issue. Namjoon eyes the waiter as he leaves, waiting until the staff is fully out of sight before addressing you.

“You look stunning.”

You cock your head and glower at him. Namjoon says this every year.

“What? I’m still not allowed to say that?.”

“Not to my sister.” Seokjin steps up to your side.

“Seokjin.”

“Namjoon.”

You look between the two men letting out a huff at their cold acknowledgment of each other. Namjoon and Seokjin have never quite seen eye to eye. Namjoon hates him for labeling your work as his, while Seokjin loathes him for not paying the respect his title demands.

Seokjin leans into you while taking a sip of champagne. “They've really outdone themselves this time haven’t they. Our parents thought it would be smart to invite all of my old school mates to make it seem like an actual party, not a publicity event. Pathetic isn’t it? I haven’t seen half of these people for more than 10 years.”      

You nod noting that the room looks more full than usual. You scan the ballroom taking a pause for a moment as you see a familiar face in the crowd. It couldn’t be, is it really him?

Seokjin takes note of your distraction following your gaze. “Is that V? That’s a surprise. Do you remember him too? I heard there was an accident, and lost a good portion of his memory. I’m shocked to see him here, rumors are that he likes to keep to himself now.”

You lock eyes with the guest from your past, for a brief moment you consider that maybe, just maybe he remembers you too. But he turns his head away quickly and without acknowledgment, dashing any hope for you to reunite.

“I have to give the announcement soon. You should be good to leave after that.” Seokjin turns to Jungkook, “JK0901, I’ll leave her to you. I can at least trust that you won’t run off with some frivolous tart while on guard duty.” He smirks at Namjoon after issuing the order, with the obvious attention of giving offense.

“Someone sounds jealous. I could give you a few pointers on how to attract people, but that would require you to be a decent human being.” You elbow Namjoon in the ribs for his comment, but he continues to sneer at Seokjin. “Go ahead, run along now, go take credit for work that isn’t yours.”

As Seokjin leaves you glare at Namjoon, but he only scoffs at your expression. “You know it’s considered rude to give your tutor such a look... you’re lucky I find it amusing.”

...

A herd of people begin to congregate closer to the stage for Seokjin’s speech. You find a couple of them looking to your direction, they seem curious of you but intimidated by Jungkook's presence.

“My sister and I would like to thank you for coming this evening to celebrate our birthday. We also must pass along the apology that my parents are unable to join us at the moment as their travel plans were delayed, they hope to arrive as soon as possible. But that leaves me with the pleasure of sharing official news of the progress we have been making. As of today, we have just shipped out 500 new military units equipped with state of the art programming that will keep us safe for years to come. Human soldiers will become a thing of the past, and soon conscription will no longer be necessary.” There was an uproar of applause. “This has been the goal of our company for a long time but of course we couldn’t done it without your support, so please enjoy yourselves tonight!

As sound of the ovation comes to an end you have your cue to leave. For some reason after a speech the environment always becomes palpable with excitement and people will often try to embrace you with conversation. Hiding yourself behind Jungkook, he edges you to the hallway with several androids guarding the entrance to make your exit.

You are only too happy to be lead back to the parlor by Jungkook. He guides you to your favourite spot in the room, the piano bench. Your tablet already there and waiting for you.

“May I give you your present now Noona?”

You look over to him with a curious interest. ...Jungkook you aren’t required to give me anything for my birthday...

“Neither is Hyung, but you accepted his gift. Will you receive mine too?”  

You nod expecting him to pull something out from a pocket but instead he places his hands on the keys in front of you. The ivory presses beneath his fingers in the form of a familiar melody. It’s an accompaniment, the perfect fit to the first piece he had ever heard you play.

...You learned how to play?...

He nods, “Your music is essential you, I want to be part of it too.”

...But this song, you remember it? I haven’t played it in so long...

Jungkook looks to you as he continues, not even missing a beat. “I can recall everything you do Noona, but the memory of this song keeps repeating for me. At first I thought it was an error, but I believe this is what humans experience when a memory is important to them, is it not?”

You nod to confirm, a tear escaping you as you are overwhelmed with emotion. Jungkook’s fingers pause on the keys to address your tears ...No, keep playing, these are happy tears I promise...

“Will you play it with me? Can I hear your voice with mine?”

The small piano bench encourages you to press your side against his as you take up position. Your fingers quake slightly as they join his on the instrument, matching Jungkook's slow soft tempo allowing your fingers to roll over the instrument's keys.

His hand nudges yours as your notes draw closer together. His sound is a little more forceful than your own, especially for such a piece. This time you place your hand on his, guiding him to caress the keys, showing him how feather light touches can convey just as much. Wondering if he can see how it changes the emotional impact of the song.

Jungkook looks to you again with another question as the piece comes to a close,  “Noona that man Master was referring to earlier, V, did you know him?”

You finish off the last few notes before responding. ...I did. A long time ago, before I met you...

You were upset that V did not recognize you when you met eyes, but Jungkook more than makes up for that now. He will never leave you, he will never forget you. So why is it so hard to wipe the boy with the boxy grin from your mind?

You find Seokjin standing in the doorway with a coy grin on his face. “Mom and Dad just arrived if you want to see them?”

You shake your head and lowered your eyes, “Yeah I felt the same, luckily they’ll only be here for an hour or two and then they are heading out with the Prime Minister.” He nods at Jungkook, “So now you’re training it how to play the piano too?”

Seokjin paces closer to see your answer ...He is acting off his own impulses. This is what I’ve been trying to tell you, they are more than just assistants or soldiers...

“For our company to thrive they can’t be, we need soldiers who are going to take orders not question their leaders. This is for the greater good. You heard what I said, with these units we can save lives, we can end conscription.”

Seokjin’s phone suddenly starts to blare out, he looks at the display with apprehension “Why would they risk a call from there? This line isn’t secure.” He mutters quietly before answering the phone.

“Hello, yes why are you... what... what the hell do you mean it never arrived? How can 500 units just go missing?... Do you know what that shipment was worth?” Seokjin’s anger is overflowing, it’s terrifying to see him in such a rage. “Have them send the jet to Seoul I’ll leave right away.”

He gives out a sigh as he hangs up. “Sorry sis, I’ll have to cut this trip short. I’ll send word soon once I make sure that we can have a secure conversation. It looks like our friends have decided to act out again.” There’s a swift kiss to your check before he exits out the back.

While Seokjin takes his leave, Jungkook stares at the other door that leads to the long hallway and ballroom.

...What’s wrong?...

“One of the guests has passed out, possibly do to an allergic reaction. The units on site have sent out an emergency signal to respond.”

...You should go, they might need your help...

“You’ll be okay Noona?”

You nod and wave him off out the door.

In his absence you returning to your piano calling up a different piece from your past, one you learned and played before Jungkook's time. The song you played for V so many years ago. The song he loved to listen to as he sat by your side... the one that prompted him to give you your first kiss at the age of 13. Seokjin might think V a distant memory, but for you he still holds strong.

You had keep your friendship secret from Seokjin, from your family. For fear of what they would do if they found out he knew of your disability.

V would always tell the guards he was coming to visit Seokjin as a child when really he was coming to see you. It had broken you deeply when he and his family moved away in your yearly teen years. You had heard about the accident too. The one that took his family and many of his memories. You wonder how much he could remember. If he can recall you or your time together, does he know of your friendship that grew despite your defect?

The door pushes back open, you keep playing knowing that Jungkook wouldn’t want you to stop on his account. But It’s not Jungkook who comes to stand by your side...

“Sorry to interrupt.”

It’s Kim Vincent... V.

Maybe it was the song you just played, maybe it was the fact that you were reliving the memory, you couldn’t help but toss aside priority for once, leaping up from your piano and pulling him into a hug.  

...

Asimov’s Law safe house, Seoul 12:00 pm December 4th, 2054

POV Taehyung

“Fuck!” I curse out as our captive’s vomit spills all over my shoes.

Yoongi enters the room chuckling once he sees the reason for my swear. Calling out to the one who should have been in my predicament. “Hoseok get your ass out here! It’s your job to keep him alive until tonight.”

I look back to the man tied to the chair, Kim Vincent. He’s high as a kite with bile now dripping from his chin. I still can’t shake the eeriness I feel when I look upon him. I know that the whole plan relies on our likeness, but having someone who resembles me so closely is unnerving.  

“Did you get everything you needed? I just got the confirmation to proceed for tonight.”

“I think so, we should try and keep him at a better level though, he’s too far gone. I might require any last minute information he can remember but he’s useless like this.” I push the man’s head back proving my point when I release it to lull forward again.

“When we found him he wasn’t much better. You either get this or serious withdrawal symptoms. No one wants an irritable drug addict.”

“Ugh gross.” Hope finally enters the room to look after his charge. “Leave the shoes Tae I’ll find you some other ones. Is Jimin back yet?”

“From his pre-op ritual? No he was out all night, someone must have kept him busy.” I respond with cynicism. The lock on the door begins to rattle and in stumbles Jimin. “Speak of the devil, cutting it a little close aren’t you? Were you out enjoying your walk of shame?”

“I have plenty of time, and he was worth every step. I was sad to see he already left the hotel when I woke up though, I could have gone for another round.” Jimin gives a smug look as he examines the state of the room he’s just entered. “You should join me next time rather than stress here all night. I can find you someone to help relax.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.” Jimin strolls off to his room with a hum.

“Yoongi where you able to find any more information on our employer?”

“Nothing. Although I expect they are involved with the S(e)oul First movement. They must be part of something big for the amount they’re paying us.”

“Even if they are as close to the family as they boast?’

“That could have been their motive to get so close, we can’t be sure. Their wish to remain anonymous is not surprising, they’re giving us our chance and letting us choose between the two targets so we shouldn’t complain.”

“I’ll take out both if I can. They may just want to send a message, but I want to win this war.”

“Don’t risk it if you don’t have the window though, the male heir is the priority. She will inherit a large fortune, but he is in line to receive the company. This is going to be more dangerous than you anticipate. With so many units around, your time is going to be limited and our communication almost non-existent. Their security is impossible to hack, you’ll be blind, other than what the informant has given us.”

“Just be ready with the switch once I send the green light.”

...

As I hand over my invitation to the staff they compare my face to the image they have on file, directing me thought the metal detector and into the ballroom once they confirm my identity.

It’s hard to believe the number of people of importance that they’ve stuffed into one room. It’s like they are asking for us to make a move. For god sake even the Prime Minister is here. I tug the collar around my neck pulling it forward, countering the weight of the carbon fiber blade tucked into the back of my vest.

The family’s son is making his rounds as I enter. Not wanting to engage him just yet I move to the opposite end of the room confirming guards and exit points. The memory loss from Vincent’s past accident is a decent alibi but if I can avoid all possible conversation I will.

I soon spot Jimin in a wait staff uniform and have to cover a snicker. He always hates these support roles, preferring to be the one to make the strike, but that assignment falls on me today.

After a long wait I watch as the heiress steps into the hall. I had expected her to be just as exuberant as her brother but there seems to be something different about her. Instead of greeting guests she simply confines herself to a corner with her date... no wait, that must be her guard. I almost didn’t recognize him for the android that he is, had it not been for the suit that he’s dawning I might have continued to think him human.

Now that I know him to be a unit I can see the additional signs, how he stands perfectly still, how his eyes dart about the room. But when he looks to the heiress, that is when he appears almost human again. I’ve never seen that expression before in an android, it’s almost as if his whole existence relies on her. He watches every move she makes, and clings so desperately to her side. This could be a problem, what if he doesn’t leave with the others...

I step over to Jimin and grab a glass of champagne from him. “Restroom, two minutes.” I can’t be seen talking with him out on the floor unless I want to draw suspicion to him after my task is done.

I check under the stalls to find it all clear. This is the only spot I can be sure I won't be recorded or overheard.

“That unit...”

“I know, bold of her to bring her sex toy into public don’t you think?”

“Jimin, if he’s not on the security programming he won’t leave her.”

“He’ll leave, he has to be linked to the system in some format.” Jimin pauses in consideration before continuing the assessment of our situation, “That other man though, do you think he’ll follow them?”

“The tutor? No I’ve been told he usually stays until the end of these parties, despite the fact that the heirs always take leave early.”

“She seems like a piece of work, doesn’t she?” Jimin chuckles darkly, “Maybe we should change targets. The son at least thanked me when I offered him a drink, she didn’t even bother to say a word, just turned her head away like I was nothing.”

“I would look away too if a flirtatious brat offered me a drink.”

“Fuck you, she would be so lucky.” Jimin bites back before letting out a long sigh, “This is exhausting waiting on these people, we should have just poisoned them, we’d be done by now.”

“Too risky, and too many variables.”

Jimin moves back to the door. “Fine we’ll stick to your plan Once both of the heirs leave I’ll send out the package, watch for the recipient and then give you a three minute warning.”

...

The son’s speech was cringe worthy, but not as bad as the crowd's reaction. I watch as they are enthralled by him and this perfect family. The end to conscription, that’s their goal? I highly doubt that.

I observe the daughter leave surprisingly early since she was the last to arrive. Exiting down a hall with two guards posted at each side preventing guests from entering the private area.

A half hour later the son takes his leave too. With the arrival of his parents he is relieved from his social duties, exiting down the same hall that his sister had gone.

With his departure, Jimin works quickly to deliver his distraction. When the the bait is taken he gives his signal by offering me another drink.

I station myself close to the hall’s entrance as the minutes pass. A women at the far end of the room begins to cough and gasp as if she’s choking. Just as planned, just as programmed the units leave their post. Prioritizing the health and safety of the guest, but there's still one more I am waiting on. The heiress’s personal unit that left with her, in the seconds that pass my anxiety increases. When the android finally steps out into the ballroom I steal off behind it down the now vacant hall.

I can hear music different from the tone of the ballroom I had just left. A dreary piano melody playing from my intended destination. Clair de Lune, well if that’s the last song he wishes to listen to I can’t deny it to be a good choice, it seems that we at least agree on something.

My hand pauses on the panel as I put an ear to the door. I find it odd that there are no words exchanged between the siblings only the notes of the tune. I push open the door slowly as to not draw attention immediately. The daughter is the one playing the piano, but where is the son, where is my ideal target?

She keeps focused on the music as I draw closer. I stop once she looks up at me a grin spreads throughout her face, but nothing can prepare me for the hug that follows.

V is Seokjin’s friend so why is she having such a reaction to me? None of this makes any sense.

I quickly pull her off of me, “Sorry I was looking for your brother Jin. Is he still here?” I’m careful to use his nickname that he went by in school to maintain the act. It was one of the few things that I had managed to drag from Vincent about him.

She looks absolutely broken after hearing my words. Her mouth hangs open ever so slightly her lips trembling as she shakes her head.

“Can you tell me where he went?”

She remains silent much to my dismay, a sadness continues to fill her expression. I begin to curse her out in my mind, if she tells me I will leave, if she tells me I don’t have to fucking kill her instead...

She takes a step back knocking over the piano bench in the process.

My time is running short, that drug that Jimin had someone serve the women will soon wane.

With no other option she will have to do. “May I wait here with you until he returns?” I try my best to remain cordial as I taking a step towards her, I reach behind to find my concealed blade. Why isn’t she answering me? I notice her eyes dart over to a tablet resting on the piano stand. I thought it would display music but it looks to be half of a conversation.

...What’s wrong?...

...You should go, they might need your help...

My hand stops before I draw the dagger out into view. Why would she type out orders? Why isn’t she saying anything? Is it... is it because she can’t? This is not what I expected, she is not what her family presents her to be. She is not perfect... she is not without flaw...

...

A/N: Whew! Lots to digest in that part, if you have any questions, about the world building, or characters, feel free to send me an ask!

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Mean Yoongi (m)

> genre : light smut, fluffy (?) drabble

> pairing : min yoongi x reader

> words : 4.2k

> warnings : spanking, language

> Min Yoongi asks you to take care of his plants when he’s gone. It doesn’t go as planned and well, he has to deal with your misbehaving ass.

> A/N : i don’t even know... i blame the Cyphers for this.

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Mean Yoongi 11:39: I believe I asked you to just water the plants

That is not quite close to the answer I expected from him.

How disappointing.

Sort of. I mean, I’ve known him for quite some time now. I would not say that we are that close but I sure know him well. There’s one thing about him, one constant in his behaviour, he never misses an occasion to turn down someone’s expectation.

He is just not a pleaser. I could tell that from the very get-go when, the first time we met, I saw his scrunched in what appeared to be strong disgust face when I thanked him for his (accidental) nice manners he showed.

I took it personally that time. I thought he hated me for some reason and if I’m being a hundred per cent honest, I was so vexed I started nourishing strong hatred for the guy. However, my friend Taehyung was quick to apologize on his behalf. He explained to me that actually Yoongi showing any kind of emotions around me, plus on a first encounter, was quite phenomenal and that I should feel very special. He added that Yoongi did not have enough energy to hate anyone, that I should not worry about it and that he was pretty sure he thought I was somewhat cool because he did not hiss like a mad cat when Tae mentioned that I were to visit often from now on.

So yeah, Min Yoongi is grumpy as hell and he will only ever satisfy your expectations of disappointment.

I am not sure what I was waiting for anyway.

Maybe him sending me a rude voice message cursing at me and my whole family. Or at least, the prelude of a diss track about my ass. That would have been fun.

But I forgot: Min Yoongi is not a funny guy.

I don’t even know why I like him.

The people I usually want to befriend with are quite the opposite of his kind. Kim Taehyung, for example. A bubbly, kind, cheerful, extraverted social-butterfly. Slipping on the borderline of insolence sometimes but never plain rude. He is a magnet to people.

Min Yoongi is like… I don’t know, a leaf blower? You approach him and he just throws all his unlikeable traits in your face so that he’s sure you won’t persist in trying to interact with him. He says there is no point in making himself all sweet and likeable when he hates to do that, simply because he already has too many friends. Which well, is kind of true.

But me being me, me not being able to live with myself if I show any kind of unpretty traits to any human beings (actually, to other animals too); well, for me, it’s a bit insane. I could not live this carelessly. That is why sometimes it amazes me how I can actually want to be his friend and not hate him for being a massive dick.

It doesn’t take me too long to remember though. The little slip up that his mouth has sometimes when no one is really watching. He always looks bored out of his mind if not mad even, but sometimes, I can catch from the corner of my eye his lips stretching gently in a gummy smile.

He looks like a turtle when he smiles -which may be the reason why he doesn’t do it that much- and it makes my heart so warm because his seems to be on his sleeve during these very rare moments.

After some time, I came to realize that he does care about what is surrounding him, sometimes. He is not the kind to get super into the action, he’s more of an observant and doesn’t manifest himself that much. Also when he does intervene, he always has that attitude, half-shut eyes not even looking in our direction, voice stern, firm but quiet so that everybody needs to shut up to hear him -and of course, everybody does-, all slumped on himself. And he says the most relevant things.

Like really. Things smart or important or even deep. And everybody’s left shook for an instant.

That’s also why I like him. He seems to be a huge asshole but in reality, he’s cool. He’s an artist, an incredible one. He’s so passionate, smart, and loving -even if he doesn’t show it that much, all that knows him knows that it’s there. I want him to teach me what he is doing even if I will probably never use this knowledge, and just talk and teach and explain to me how the hell he is doing so good at living this life. I want to be more like him -not the asshole part. That’s why I want to be his friend. For him to show me.

Also, he definitely does not hate me. I have doubted that fact for the longest time until their depart, last week when he sent me a text from his own phone for me to come over. I was so fucking excited I could not even deal with myself as if my long-time crush has contacted me for the first time. It actually felt better than that since well, no matter how desolate my love life is, I still saw way more chances of my crush I didn’t even have to call me than fucking Min Yoongi. Statistically, I thought there was no discussion to hold.

When I arrived, there was no crazy warm friendship reunion or whatever. Without bothering asking how I’ve been, he just led me to his studio, presented briefly the three plants hanging on a shelf and said I had to water them while he was gone.

“Can’t you pay someone to do that ?”

“Why would I pay someone to do it when you’ll do it for free.”

For so many reasons, I appreciate this friend. Even when he was looking at me with his stupid bored eyes, eyebrows raised in a what-non-sense-are-you-saying-i-don’t-have-time-for-this fashion. He knows how to test people’s patience.

“Okay. I’ll do it, Yoongi.”

He shakes his head in confusion. As if he wasn’t asking. Which I knew he wasn’t but well… People are not supposed to be that rude. Usually, people pretend to ask for a favour to people that pretend to do them a favour when, obviously in most friendships, there is an unspoken rule of obligation. You don’t really have a choice to say yes because people get easily pissed for things like that. But at least, they pretend. I haven’t seen him in over a few weeks and it’s like I forgot how inadequate he was. It’s hard to put up with his shit when you’re not mentally prepared for it. I guess I was so excited I didn’t even take the time to take a much-needed meditation before coming.

“Do you need to be so rude? You didn’t even ask how I am doing.”

“You look okay. You’re not ?” He asks, actually making the effort to look at me.

“No, I’m good.”

He clicks his tongue at that, obviously annoyed. This is insane how that old man can make you feel guilty for just conversing with him. As if I’m sucking the power out of his body and pushing him closer to death with each word I’m stealing out of his mouth.

“Great. You can go now, thank you.”

The sarcasm is so thick in his voice I know none of my disillusions can cut through it.

“Don’t you want me to hang out with you for a bit ?” I am half-giggling now, battling my eyelashes his way because I know he hates it and I know he doesn’t want me here. Unsurprisingly, he groans and proceeds to shove me out of his studio calling for Taehyung’s name so that he’ll keep me away. I want to insist more, be as annoying as possible, any reaction is a reaction, but he’s too quick to slam the door on me and lock it down.Taehyung is standing at the end of the hallway, looking rather confused.

“Dude, I won him over. He’s totally my friend!”

“Congrats, dumbass.”

That was about a week ago. Since then, he did not contact me.

He asked twice how his plants were doing and if I haven’t fucked anything up in his studio, but he did not even bother addressing me himself, he asked through Taehyung. Which I thought was incredibly rude.I know it is his way. I’m not even sincerely upset. But still, I wanted to bite him a little bit.

He always shows extreme annoyance but deep down, I’m sure he’s entertained.

So this is why, I felt like sending him a video of myself in his studio, dancing wildly with an opened bottle of beer in one hand, screaming approximative lyrics to his own band’s songs between hysterical peals of laughter. If there is one thing that pisses Min Yoongi off, it’s when “stupid kids mess with his shit”. His precious studio he spent days planning, customizing, bringing up with all those expensive sophisticated technologies, is definitely on top of the do-not-mess-with list. I can still remember distinctly him, when he gave me the instructions for his plants, insisting so much on how careful I needed to be when I’ll be coming in here. Bring a half-filled cup at a time, I don’t care how many back and forth you’ll need to do, and as soon as you’re done watering you get out, do not touch anything I’m warning you, all you need to touch is the door handle so you don’t stick your fingers anywhere else, got it ?

I felt like a little kid again, getting scolded by my parents and I hated that honestly. So of course, like a kid that’s been told so harshly to back off, I didn’t feel like listening. Also, I was curious to hear what their fire rap songs sounded like on his insane equipment. And damn, was I not disappointed.

The dancing while drinking beer came out of nowhere but was to be anticipated honestly. This studio was insanely fun. I understand why he just buries himself in there and never wants to go catch a glimpse of sun. As he is away, I wanted to show him that his studio was still preciously cared for and appreciated.Well, all this nonsense is the result of me trying to find good excuses when he’ll ask for them.But of course, Min Yoongi who never disappoints to disappoint does not even ask for anything.

Y/N 11:42: Goddamn those bassssss duuuude

Sitting nicely in his cosy leather chair, simply shaking my foot to the music, I wait not so patiently for something to happen. No matter how hard I stare at my phone, the screen remains sadly dark. What a prick.

Laying back, I spin a little. He really is no fun. Maybe I should send him a video of me pretending to spill my beer all over his computer. I could make a dramatic shaking camera filming, cut abruptly through a panic scream type of video like those prank videos gone wrong. Or maybe I should really spill my drink. No, he would hate me for real if not actually murder me. Not a good idea to get us closer. Defeated, I’m already gathering my belongings, turning off his computer, ready to abort when my phone finally rings.

TaeTae 11:59 : ___ stop now

TaeTae 11:59: I think ur going to die

Y/N 00:01: Tell him he should not get too mad it’s not good for old hearts

TaeTae 00:01: He’s not amused dumbie

TaeTae 00:03: You definitely are dying

TaeTae 00:03: Youre insane whats wrong with u

Y/N 00:11: pff u guys stink anywayYes indeed, real mature.

This happens often anyway. Not that Taehyung and his band members are your only friends. But they’re still a great source of entertainment. And when all your other friends (who don’t happen to be very numerous anyway) are all busy living their adult lives, well, it gets pretty fucking boring. Especially since you’ve just learned that you’ve made progress with the Mean Yoongi, the evolution of your friendship being the biggest quest of your life at the moment.It feels like one of this mobile game when at the very moment the game starts being fun, they make you wait for like 24 hours for you to get more gems to be able to keep playing. Except those Yoongi gems don’t take a day or two, they take two fucking weeks.

How am I supposed to be able to develop a strong friendship with so little constancy? There is no proper link between the two of us, especially because he chooses not to contact me when he is gone.

That must be the reason why, when four days later they finally come back from their tour, I kind of forgot everything about the past incident. How vexed I felt that he ignored me. And how apprehensive I should probably feel towards his reaction. Quite frankly, I’m too excited and I feel like, once he’ll have checked his studio for any dysfunction and realize everything’s good, he won’t even think about it anymore.

He might give me the stinky eye but I don’t envisage much more.When Jimin opens the door for me, smiling warmly, no commotion taking place in the background, I assume I’m all clear. Then there is a giant all-limb creature coming up to me, wrapping me in a suffocating hug and I definitely forget all about Mean Yoongi. Taehyung smiles down at me and I feel my cheeks burn with happiness. I always forget how much I miss seeing him in real, feeling his warmth and his smell -even though most often than not, he smells of sweat- until he wraps himself around me completely and kisses my head hello. I just feel bored when he’s not there, but meeting him again reminds me that it’s way more than just boresome.

Also, he is not embarrassed to show how much he missed me too, and that’s important. I just get to wave at few of the boys before he’s dragging me through the hallway to the bedroom he shares with Namjoon. The latter is standing next to his bed, trying to sort out his luggage. When he sees me, he politely tries to engage conversation but Taehyung is quick to shut him up because we have important things to do. His elder, acquainted with his antics, doesn’t even seem fazed and keeps arranging his clothes. He’s lucky he’s cute. If it were anyone else, I don’t think a leader like Namjoon would have accepted to be disrespected like that.

The very important things we need to do is simply Taehyung having to show me every single one picture he took (included the dozens of to-make-sure-he-got-it-right versions that almost all pictures have) and explaining everything that has happened.I don’t hate it. It is quite funny and touching to see someone so excited and passionate about sharing and it allows me to travel a little bit. I don’t even remember the last time I actually went on vacation. I love feeding off of his passionate tale-telling. But after an hour of monologue on his part, I start feeling my eyelids getting heavy, my eyes itchy and no matter how many times I try to switch positions, there’s not any comfortable one left.

“You. Come with me.” Taehyung, I and even Namjoon stare at the wide-open door where an agitated-looking Yoongi is standing. What a way to make a dramatic entrance. He simply glares back at me, eyebrows raised high in impatience.

“Hyung, we were talking-”

“You’ll talk later. Come on.”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer and disappears in the hallway. Taehyung releases a deep sigh. His face matches Namjoon’s. They don’t look annoyed but worried and it makes my heart beats harshly in my chest. Maybe he did not calm down since the video. Is it why he did not talk to me at all?  He was making sure to keep his rage nicely tucked inside so it would not waver down until he can finally come back and lash at me full force?

I stare into Taehyung’s shiny puppy eyes for comfort but it makes it worse. Then, Namjoon is patting my back for some courage I guess. When I arrived in the hallway, the open door of Yoongi’s studio on the other end, it really feels like I’m walking the fucking death corridor. He can’t sincerely be mad, can he? The next day, Jimin and even Hoseok had seen the video and said they thought it was hilarious (suicidal and very irresponsible but hilarious).

Leaning forward in his chair, smoothly slipping a hand behind me to close the door with the tips of his fingers, his eyes don’t leave me for a second. I can’t even see him blink once. It’s probably more eye contact we’ve ever shared in all of our friendship history. Ultimately, embarrassed and scared, I end up looking down at my feet.What have I done?

An eternity passes. And then, Yoongi is on his feet, standing right in front of me and quite frankly too close for comfort. As I don’t dare to raise my eyes, he bends over a little for his to meet mines. My heart is beating so fast I’m scared it might stop forever from exhaustion. I do manage to glimpse at him for a second and he is smiling. He is actually smiling. Not one of his full turtle smile but a sneaky, cocky kind of side grin.

“Oh, now you’re scared ?”

“I’m not. It was just a joke ‘cause you were rude.” I mumble, meeting his intense gaze by intermittence.

“It wasn’t funny though, __. Of course, you understand that if you don’t get words, I still have to get the rules in this thick head of yours somehow, uh ?”

Frowning, I open my mouth, trying to get a proper question out. He is so confusing right now. He looks actually… dare  I say- playful? Mean Yoongi is actually messing around right now. And I don’t even get what he means. He might be right, my brain happens to be particularly slow today.

I have a properly structured question to shoot him with but he decides he waited enough and taking advantage of the surprise, pushes me down on the little sofa opposite his desk. I curse at him, try to get back up but I just have the time to raise on my hands and knees before I feel a sharp pain burning my ass.

Did he really just…?

His face his harbouring a large amused smirk, not fazed for a second by my astonished expression. Then he makes his eyebrow dance in an extremely insolent what-you-gonna-do-about-it way and I just lose it.

“Oh really ?! You’re just going to spank me like a child? Am I Jungkook ?”

“Actually, that kid wouldn’t dare do what you did so I’ll be a little harsher than I usually am. Bear with me.”

Another slap erupts in the small room, followed by another laughter. I don’t even know why I’m laughing anymore. Maybe the light burning is making me delirious. Or maybe because the situation is fucking ridiculous. Even as a child, I’ve never been spanked and here I am, supposedly a grown-ass adult, all four on a leather sofa too small for me to even lie on, getting spanked like never before by a friend of some sort.

At some point, finally, I seem to regain some kind of sense and I come to realise that the more I’m laughing and fidgeting, the harder his hits get. Therefore, for once, I choose the careful approach and manage to control my hysterical reactions.

“Are you calming down hoping that I’ll believe you got it? I know you don’t yet. That head of yours is just so thick.”

“My asscheeks are going to fall off, Yoongi.” I moan making him chuckle.He grabs with a hand my hip, holding my side against the top of his thighs, helping my failing knees to keep me from slumping over.

“You’re fine, __.”

As if trying to show some mercy, he passes rather gently his free hand on the surface of my ass, the high back of my thighs. And I think that’s the very moment when something switches. As if someone has just press a button spraying a whole different atmosphere in the small room. I become super aware of everything. From how close we are, he is pressing me against him so hard I could feel his body heat. His fingers on my hips digging slightly in a way that made me feel all giddy for some reason. It was burning hot in here and the leather of the couch is uncomfortably sticking to my palms. I can still visualize the scene as I did minutes before when I was fighting to breathe through my laughter but it all feels different. As if a filter has been added on the picture or something.

I am starting to make inappropriate connections with lame erotic books’ situations when I decide to give myself a serious mental beat up. My thoughts are all shambled. Seriously. It’s just all childish innocent fun. Nothing is different from a few minutes ago when I thought it was just ridiculous and hilarious. It’s exactly the same kind of play as Taehyung, the BFF, locking my head under his smelly armpit and wrestling until we-

But then I feel it. Digging obnoxiously precisely where my hip meets his body. My whole being burns uncomfortably. I gasp out loud so I know he knows that I’ve felt it. Still, he doesn’t squirm away or even lighten his grip on me. He just acts like everything is fucking normal and he should not feel mortified or at least, embarrassed. He keeps playing with my butt, switching between harsh slaps and soft petting, taunting me with stupid remonstrances. Still, the weirdest thing in this whole situation though, is probably how I feel about his hardness against me. I’m not disgusted by it which is… surprising. Not that I think about his boner all the time and anticipated to be grossed out if I ever were to encounter it. I don’t remember ever thinking about it, in all honesty. That’s why it seems so surreal. Me being me, I need some fucking preparation beforehand to not freak out on the spot but here I never thought of Yoongi like that and still, feeling him hot and hard against me makes me feel all tingly.

In the end, it is his boner that works on me. I can’t even hear his words anymore as he tries so hard to insert the rules inside my head. His voice is just like a background white noise I can’t seem to give the least damn about. I’m so shy and intimidated that I can’t help but turn into a pliant kitten. That’s when Yoongi decides I’ve had enough and releases me. He helps me sit up, grinning my way when he sees me wince a little at my ass hitting painfully the sofa. He crosses his arms on his chest, looks down at me as he asks what I’ve learned from my punishment and like a good pet -when really, I’m just stunned by the very obvious presence of his semi-hard, through his fucking light sweatpants, centimetres away from my face- I stutter what I was able to gather from the distant pieces of his voice. He smiles to himself, nodding.

“What are you looking at ?”

“Nothing!” My face is burning, I’m sure he can’t miss it. Probably can’t miss it just as the stupid blatant glare I gave his dick thinking he wouldn’t notice.

“I like spanking.” He explains matter of factly. I don’t know if I’m more stoned by the casualness in his admission or just by the fact that he actually justified himself, for the first time ever. This Min Yoongi is so different from the one that left two weeks ago. I feel like I should but I’m not sure if I detest that. One thing those two versions have in common though is their shamelessness and their total lack of self-consciousness. I have this completely confirmed to me when he readjusts himself in his pants, right in front of me, while still looking at me dead in the eye.

“Well- Grea-ood, good for you, dude.”

I, on the contrary, didn’t change one bit and I’m as uncasual as I always am in this type of situations.His lips twitch slightly. Without adding anything, he’s seeing himself out and I’m left confused as hell. As my affected mind proceeds to regain calm and sanity, it maunders and falls upon a thought that I don’t manage to repress. He does spank Kookie when the kid is being a little shit sometimes.

“What are you doing ?”

Tae’s holding the door wide open, glaring at me with suspicious eyes.

“Why are you so red ?”

“I’m not, shut up.”

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[neonlights92]

BURDEN: CHAPTER VI

After the death of his wife during childbirth Kim Seokjin is unable to hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new.

You are foolish and have spent your whole life pining after Kim Seokjin from afar, even after he marries your best friend, Seul.  But suddenly Seul is gone and you are expected to marry Jin and raise his child. You know your heart is already in it, but what about his?

Warnings: Language and some violence

A/N: SO THIS IS (ALMOST) IT FOR BURDEN GUYS!!  We’ve got another chapter to go (which will be an epilogue) and then we’re done! I think Hobi’s story will come next, so keep your eyes peeled for the first chapter of that which I will hopefully post some time next week!! Thank you all for sticking by meeee and I hope you enjoy this ridiculously fluffy and angsty chapter!!!

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It was a long time before the bag that was over your head was finally pulled away.

They’d piled you into what you guessed was the back of a van, but you weren’t very sure how long you’d been driving for.

You picked up on the little bits of conversation between Seul and Yixing, and the way they two of them seemed to be discussing where to take you.  They spoke  in code, of course, so that just in case you escaped, you wouldn’t know where you were.

It had been been a while now, how long you couldn’t be sure, but your legs felt stiff, and you were hungry and tired.

“Where are you taking me?” You finally asked, after having kept quiet for so long.

There was a moment of silence, before you heard Seul sigh deeply.

“You know I can’t tell you that, Y/N.” You felt angry tears crawling up your throat, “Why are you doing this?” “I know you won’t believe me,” Seul answered, her tone miserable, “But I’m trying to help you.” “Help me?” You scoffed, “By kidnapping me?”

“It was the only way I could ensure you would come with me,” She replied, and you heard the guilt in her voice, “I want to keep you safe.” “Safe from what?” “From who more like,” This came from Yixing, his own voice gruff, “From Bangtan.” You paused, “What do you mean?” “Things with Bangtan have been escalating for a while now.  And it’s only going to get worse.  I want you to be on the right side when it happens.”

Suddenly, you understood what was happening.

Seul was going to try to transition you into EXO.  She wanted you to leave your family, your husband.  She wanted you to leave Bangtan.

“I am on the right side,” You answered, trying to sound sure of yourself, “I want you to take me back to Bangtan.  To Jin.” You made sure your husband’s name was loaded with venom.  You wanted her to feel how angry you were.  How disappointed and disillusioned.

Hadn’t you known her your entire life?

What was she doing?

“We’re here,” Seul said, ignoring your words, and you felt the car come to a slow stop, “Please don’t make this anymore difficult than it has to be.”

You waited a moment, as you heard their car doors opening, and suddenly you were being hauled out, hands gripping your arms tightly.  You hissed at the bruising touch, wondering why you’d ever thought this was a good idea.

If Seul could betray her own husband, why had you ever thought she wouldn’t do the same to you?

“C’mon,” Yixing’s voice came again, “Move.”

You shuffled your feet forward, and allowed them to lead you, feeling your jaw clench at your situation.  Jin had no idea where you were, save for the fact that you’d gone out to meet his double crosser of an ex wife.

You were all alone.

“Is this her?”  This was a different voice, smoother, “Jin’s wife?” “Yes,” Seul answered, and you noticed she was standing somewhere behind you, “This is her.” “C’mon then.”

And then you heard a heavy door creaking open, and your feet moved from gravel to linoleum.  You were indoors.

“I’m going to take the bag off your head,” Yixing told you firmly, “Don’t try anything funny, alright?” You wanted to spit back at him that even if you wanted to you were completely incapacitated, and instead nodded.  

“Alright then.” And then the bag was removed from your head, and you blinked at the sudden contact with light.  It was blinding for a moment, as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings.

You were in a small room, with nothing but a table and two chairs sat right in the middle.

“Sit.”  You turned and got a good look at Yixing, his eyes tracing your features carefully, “C’mon Y/N.  Sit down.”

“Let me go,” You said quietly, “And I’ll do whatever you want.”

He gave you a terse frown, “If you try and run away I’ll shoot you.” The words froze your heart over.  You snorted.

“I’m not stupid, okay?  I’m not going to try and run away.”

There was another beat of silence, before he rolled his shoulders back and then released you.  You moved away from him quickly, turning to face Seul.

She looked like she was about to cry.

“Y/N.”  She stepped towards you and you flinched back.

“Don’t touch me,” You hissed, acid lacing your words.

She seemed upset by your reaction, but she nodded, eyes downcast as you glared at her.  With anxiety clutching your stomach, you made your way to the table and sat down, staring at your captors.

Yixing was handsome, in a slightly unconventional way, and you noticed the way his hands were clenched, almost as if he was always ready for a fight.  Seul looked more or less the same as the last time you’d seen her, except she was slimmer and she looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks.

“Is our guest comfortable, then?” The unfamiliar voice from earlier belonged to a tall man, with squinted eyes and a particularly tough look about him.  Immediately, your heart sank to the bottom of your feet.

You knew who this was.

Xiumin.  The leader of EXO.

“What do you want from me?” You asked, as you watched him move towards you from his place at the door.

He watched you silently for a moment, and you wondered what exactly he was thinking about.

Was he going to kill you?  Send out a message to Bangtan, that anybody who messed with EXO was expendable? Your heart thudded angrily against your ribcage, and you chewed on your bottom lip, twisting your hands in front of you nervously.

“Seul seems to think that you can be of assistance to us,” He ignored your question, sitting down on the chair opposite you, “That you can help us finish our business with Bangtan once and for all.”

You shivered at the coldness in his voice.  At the ugly, sprawling tattoo that covered his entire neck.

He looked scarier than anybody had ever looked to you before, and you’d grown up around ugly, evil men.

“How?” The word was quiet, almost whispered.

You didn’t want to appear weak, or scared, but you couldn’t help it.

“A few months ago, Min Yoongi murdered a very important person.  Park Chanyeol,” His eyes hardened, “He was a good friend, to me and to EXO.  So now, I believe we must make things right.  A life, for a life.”

You heard Seul’s breath catch, “Xiumin that wasn’t what I agreed to-” His eyes flickered over to your former friend and he scoffed.

“Seul, darling.  Did you really think I was going to offer your friend here a place at EXO?” He cocked his head to the side, “Oh dear.  You must not know me very well then, sweetheart.”

You felt anxiety clutch your chest.  Everything in your body went stiff.

He was going to kill you.

“Xiumin,” Seul’s was upset as her eyes darted back and forth, “Please.  Don’t do this.  We can use her as leverage.” “Leverage?” Xiumin spat, “They killed one of mine, Seul.  One of my best fucking friends.  Now I’m going to get rid of one of theirs.”

You couldn’t believe how nonchalantly he was talking about your death.  How he was going to snuff you out, without even flinching.  Your heart froze over, and you thought about all the things you wished you’d said to Jin.

It was all going to be gone, and you couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it.

But you refused to beg.  So you stared back at him, stoney-eyed.

It didn’t matter that you felt like you were crumbling inside.  You’d lost all hope, anyway.

“Xiumin-” He turned to Yixing angrily, “If you can’t shut your bitch up, I will.”

Seul’s mouth snapped shut, but you didn’t miss the panic in her eyes.  She was frightened.  Perhaps just as scared as you were.

“Give me a gun,” Xiumin held out his hand, “Now.” It was happening.  You were going to die.

In the middle of nowhere, with nobody but your enemies to see.  

And just as Yixing reached into his pocket the door to the room you were in flew open, and you watched as an unfamiliar woman trailed inside.  Her eyes were wide, and her face was chaotic.

“Xiumin!” She screamed, “It’s Bangtan!  They found us.  They fucking found us.”

You didn’t know how it had happened, and you didn’t really care either, but suddenly Xiumin shot up, his back ramrod straight and his eyes moving away from you.  His feet carried him across the room, to the woman, and she grabbed his arm, pushing  him outside into the hallway.

“They’re everywhere!” She shouted, and you noticed the way her voice was trembling, “Fuck.  They shot Baekhyun!”

Xiumin’s figure disappeared around the corner, and your eyes moved to Yixing.  For a moment, he looked like he wanted to keep you there, but as he turned to Seul he saw the pleading in her eyes.

“Let her go,” She whispered her voice hoarse, tears flooding her cheeks, “Please Yixing.  Let her go.”

He grunted and moved away, and you took that as your chance to leave, leaping up from your seat and running towards the now open doorway.  You could hear the commotion coming from outside, and you jumped at the sounds of gunshots.

There were people screaming, and crying, and shoes angrily skidding across the floor.

It was a fucking warzone.

You could feel yourself trembling, with both fear and adrenaline, and you wondered how you were going to escape alive.

You had to find a member of Bangtan.  

It was your only hope.

So you ducked your head, and started moving across the hallway, sticking as close to the wall as possible.  As you came to a corner, your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

There was someone groaning on the floor, covered in blood and clutching was looked like a bullet wound.

They were unfamiliar to you, and you reckoned they were a member of EXO, so steeling yourself against their suffering you kept moving, clutching your chest and hoping and praying that you would reach the exit before a bullet hit you.

“Y/N!” You heard your voice over the noise, and instantly your heart turned.  It sounded like Hoseok

“Y/N!  Are you in here?”

“Yes!  I’m over here,” You screeched, moving as fast as you could down the winding hallway, “Where are you? Hoseok is that you?” And then, as you rounded the corner, you thudded into a firm chest.  You looked up, your eyes blurring with tears you hadn’t even known you were crying, and you felt yourself sag in relief as you blinked up into the face of Jung Hoseok.

“Y/N,” He held you by your shoulders, “Y/N are you ok?” You nodded furiously, “I’m okay.  I’m okay- I’m not injured.” “Here,” He shoved a gun into your hand, “Just pull the trigger at anyone who isn’t Bangtan.  Alright?  And stay close to me, I’m going to get you out of here.”

You followed his instructions, holding the gun between your palms, and keeping your chest pressed tightly against his back.  You thanked God for the fact that your father had taught you how to use a gun, in the rare situation that you might need to one day fend for yourself.

“C’mon.  The front door is over this way.”

You kept close behind him, keeping your head down and trying to ignore the chaos around you.

“Hoseok,” You heard Jin’s voice, “Have you found Y/N?” Your heart flipped at the sound of your husband, and you looked up, blinking as Hoseok pressed a button on the watch strapped around his wrist.

“She’s with me.  I’m going to take her to Jimin.”

“Oh thank fuck.  Alright, I’ll see you now.”

Your chest tightened at the relief in Jin’s tone and just as you rounded yet another corner, Hoseok came to an abrupt halt, and you walked into his firm back.

“Shit.” “Hoseok,” You recognised Xiumin’s voice, and you moved your head around Hoseok’s body, “It seems you have something that belongs to me.” “Fuck of Xiumin,” Hoseok growled, and you watched as his hand tightened on the gun he was holding, “Get out of my way, or I’ll have to shoot you.”

Xiumin rolled his eyes, “C’mon.  It’s just Jin’s bitch.  Do you really want to risk your life saving her?” Hoseok said nothing, and you felt your heart thudding against your chest.

“Give her to me, and nobody else needs to get hurt.  I just want retribution for Chanyeol’s death.”

Hoseok grunted, “You know I’m not going to do that Xiumin.” “Fine,” He lifted his gun and pointed it at you, “Then we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

And before you could even think about what was happening, Xiumin’s gun spat out a bullet that hit you in the stomach.

Searing pain shot through you, and you toppled to the floor, clutching your abdomen, and feeling the world around you fade into a hazy blur.

And then, there was darkness.

//

You woke up in pain.

You felt hot and sweaty all over, like somebody had dunked you in boiling water.

There was a searing pain running all the way from your spine, up into your temples, and you wondered for a moment if you’d been in some kind of accident.

You couldn’t remember a single thing, no matter how hard you tried to grasp onto figments of your memory, and you groaned as your eyelids flecked open to blink into the dim light.

There was a quiet constant beep, and as you looked around the small room you were in, you realised you were hooked up to an IV.

That beep, was your heartbeat.

You noticed you were lying down in a bed, in what looked like a hospital gown, and as your eyes moved to the armchair sat opposite you, your heart wilted in your chest.

Because there was your husband, Kim Seokjin.

His chin was resting on his knuckles, as his eyes drooped close, his mouth slightly ajar.  His hair was ruffled, and it looked like he’d been sleeping in the same clothes for days now.

“Jin?” Your voice was hoarse and croaky as you tried to catch his attention, “Jin?” His eyes flickered open, and for a moment he seemed dazed, before they widened and he realised that you were talking to him.

“Y/N!  Oh my god.  You’re awake.” He stood up quickly, moving towards you and gently grabbing your hand.  He pressed a kiss against your palm, and his eyes connected with your own.

You laughed shakily, surprised by his reaction.

“What’s wrong?  Where am I?” “You’re at the doctor’s house,” He told you quickly, “You’ve been here for three days.  Y/N, you got shot.”

Your eyes travelled down your body, and suddenly you were reminded of the stinging pain in your stomach.  You remembered the other night, the look in Xiumin’s eyes before he’d shot you.

“Am I - is Hoseok okay?  What happened?” “Hoseok is fine,” Jin nodded furiously, “Just after Xiumin shot you, Jungkook found you and he was able to make you a tourniquet to keep the blood from going everywhere.” “And Xiumin?” Jin’s face hardened, “He got away before Hoseok could catch him.”

You watched as your husband’s face softened after a moment, his eyes tracing your features slowly, as if reminding himself that you were here, and you were okay.

“I was so worried for you,” He admitted, his tone vulnerable, “I don’t know what you were thinking running away like that-” “I never thought Seul would betray me,” You answered honestly, “If I’d thought I was in any danger Jin-” “You can’t trust anyone, Y/N.  Nobody except me, or one of the boys, okay?”  Your heart twisted at the desperate look on his face, “I was so, so scared I’d lost you.”

“How did you find me, anyway?”

He sighed heavily, “I told you we’d been attempting to figure out where EXO’s headquarters were.  When I saw your note, Yoongi sent out soldiers to three of the places we thought it could be.  Thank God he was right about one of them.”

His eyes were swimming with something that caused heat to travel up your spine, and despite your current situation, you felt yourself wilting at the way he was looking at you.

“I swear to God, Y/N.  Don’t you ever do something like that to me again, alright?”

You laughed dryly, “I won’t.  I’m so, so sorry Jin.” There was a long stretch of silence.  You waited, your eyes focused on your husband as a million emotions passed through the creases in his skin.  Eventually, he sighed heavily, his hands running through your hair gently.

“Y/N, the moment I thought I’d lost you - fuck.  It just hit me like a tonne of bricks,” You watched as he licked his lips slowly, “I realised that I fucking love you.  I love you so much it hurts to breath sometimes.  I love you so fucking much that I took a gun with me to that warehouse.  I took a gun, and I was going to shoot anybody who got in the way of me getting to you.”

His words twisted your heart up in knots, and you breathed heavily, watching as his face contorted with emotion.

“When you told me you loved me, I was scared,” He admitted, “I didn’t want to say it back, because I was so used to having to play pretend with Seul.  I was used to being in a relationship where I didn’t really know how the other person was feeling.  You deserve so much more than anything I can give you.” You shook your head quickly, leaning forward and wincing as a shot of pain passed through your body.  Jin frowned and you placed your hands on either side of his face.

“Don’t say that Jin, it’s absolutely not true.”  You whispered, pressing your nose against his, “I love you because you’re the kindest man, with the biggest heart I know.  I don’t care about Bangtan, and I don’t care what you do behind closed doors.  I only care about how you make me feel.  And you make me feel like I matter.”

His eyes shone with what looked like unshed tears, and you bit your bottom lip.

“I love you, Y/N.  So much.” You nodded, and with that, he pressed his warm, plush lips against you.  You realised in that moment, that Jinw as your home and that he tasted like home too.

He was gentle as he kissed you, and when he pulled away you groaned.

“I wish I could show you how much I love you,” You told him, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, “But this stupid IV-” “You’ve got stitches on your stomach, Y/N.”  He told you firmly, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, before sitting back, “There won’t be any of that for a while.” You pouted and he laughed, and you suddenly felt lighter than you ever had before.

“Is Areum okay?” “She’s fine,” He nodded, “Taehyung and his wife have her for the time being, until your well enough to come home.”  His lips lifted at the side, as he smiled softly, “I held her, finally.  Just before I left to go looking for you, I held Areum and I kissed her and I realised how much I loved her, too.  The both of you, your my family.  And I don’t even care if she isn’t mine, because our family is perfect just the way it is.  Weird and wonderful, and even a little dysfunctional.  But perfect just the same.”

You felt tears welling at the back of your throat at your husband’s words, and your heart felt like it was ready to burst.

“You mean that?” “Of course I do,” He chuckled, “I want to make you happy, Y/N.” You felt tears trickle down your cheeks, and Jin moved to wipe them away.

“You make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

He opened his mouth - to say what, exactly you weren’t sure - when the door to your room creaked open, and Yoongi’s wife popped her head through.

“Hi!” She smiled widely at you, “I came to check up on Jin - I didn’t expect you to be awake, already!”

“Hi ___, come in, please.”  

She glanced at Jin, who nodded, and made her way into the room, holding out a bouquet of flowers.  You looked at the roses in her hands and she shrugged.

“Just a little something to decorate the room,” She answered your silent question, “For you.”

You felt yourself flush at the gesture, and you took the gift with open arms, “Thank you so much, ___!”

“You’re more than welcome,” She moved towards you, and Jin stood up, creasing out his pants and gesturing towards teh door.

“I’m going to uh - go make some coffee, alright?”

You nodded and smiled at your husband, watching as he slipped out, and feeling your heart turn as you reminded yourself of the fact that he fucking loved you.

“So…” You turned, and faced Yoongi’s wife, who had the biggest smile on her face, “Was I right?  Did you two finally admit that you love each other?” You felt your face burning up at her question, but despite your embarrassment, you smiled widely and nodded.

“Yeah.  We did.”

“See!  I told you not to give up hope!”

You clutched the bed sheets tighter, feeling a rush of warmth fill you.

It was hope.

Hope for a better future.

Hope for your family.

Hope for your forever.

Loving Jin had started out as a burden you’d never wanted to carry, but now it was your life’s greatest hope.  And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[orangeyutt]

Just imagine

✘ Pairing - George Weasley x reader

✘ Timeframe - During Deathly Hallows, near/on Bill and Fleur's wedding

✘ Terrible Summary - You and George have been together FOREVER. But you two have also been teased about marriage FOREVER

✘ Up ahead - fluff, implied smut? # words

✘ A/N - Hello Lil’ nuggets! This was requested from an anon. I MADE THIS AS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE, just something I wanted to point out. I want to do a Credence and Loki one (Not as a ship) but I’m not sure what it's going to about send requests so if you want. Any hooters enjoy!

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Anon: Could you do a George Weasley request during Deathly Hallows of being the same year as the Golden Trio and dating George since your 4th year and at Bill and Fleur's wedding, all the relatives saying that they're gonna be the next ones to get married and George reveling in it while she playfully reminds him she wants to graduate first and him staring at her whenever she's talking to anyone because he just loves her and discussing their wedding? Like before Death Eater come and ruin it

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Ever since you were introduced to the Golden trio, you’d known George Weasley.

And ever since your 4th year at Hogwarts, you’d identify George as your tall prankster mess of a boyfriend.

Both of you were very happy together and a lot of people, including the infamous trio, teased the two of you about marriage.

It only got worse when you two were asked to go to Bill and Fleur's wedding that was only about a week away. Of course, you two would go!

When you guys got to the wedding you immediately congratulated the couple.

And when you guys got to the wedding you two were also immediately bombarded with Mrs.Weasley asking you questions about when YOU guys were getting married. Other people in the Weasley family asked, but Molly was PERSISTENT

“Oh you two will be next, I can feel it! You two would make WONDERFUL parents!” Molly said

“Oh I don’t-” You tried to speak but Molly went on.

“And the wedding would be amazing. You two remind me of Arthur and me when WE were young. Do you remember those days? But Y/n, don’t do anything I would do, alright?”

“Mother!”

“Molly!” Arthur cut in,

“What? I’m only helping.”

“I don’t believe now is the time for marriage. Let alone children. Y/n hasn’t even graduated yet.” Arthur reasoned.

“Oh right! I’m sorry dear. But George.” Molly pulled her son close by the collar, “I want my grandbabies, adopted or otherwise.” She lightly patted him on the face.

When he turned around expecting to bump into you, he found you were mingling with other people.

He has to admit, George has thought about his future with you on more than enough times. Just retiring to the countryside with you, when the joke shop isn't too busy for Fred to handle on his own. Or having a small flat together with a music always quietly playing in the background.

The more he stared at you the more he felt his heart melt. Your personality was perfect for him. Your charm swept him off his feet, you were compassionate yet stern, introverted and extroverted, you were AMAZING. He was lucky to have you, and he knew it.

“Whatcha starin’ at, Weasley. See anything you like?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Yes, I do.” He crouched down a bit and pecked your lips. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“I swear to you, the prank with the hippogriff won’t work-”

“No, no- I know it won’t work... But you remember the thing about my mom and how she talked about us getting married?”

George looked so cute as he avoided your eyes. His own was cast down and he started to fiddle with his clothes.

“I do, it was a couple minutes ago. What about it?”

“I mean, should we talk about it? I mean most couples dating for this long would get married. I like you a lot, you like me-”

“Mr.Weasley! Did I just hear you wrong or did you say that you like me?” Both of you laughed.

You put your hands on Georges' neck and looked him in the eye.

“I want to graduate first. Then you and I can do whatever we want! deal?”

“Deal. Let’s dance, shall we?” He was trying to do a seductive tone but ended up laughing at the end of the sentence.

You agreed and started to sway back and forth, your bodies flush together.

A few moments into your dance, George brought his lips close to your ear.

“Just imagine it, darling.” He said, “Close your eyes and imagine.” You did just that, you drowned out everything but his voice.

“Alright. Imagine what?” Your eyes were still closed, you wondered what this might be about. you two were still swaying.

“Imagine… Our wedding.”

With that, you opened your eyes and leaned back just enough to look at George, your darling George, in the eye, a bit of a questionable look glinted on your expression.

With your eyes set on him, you said, “Our wedding? George, I already told you. As much as I would like to marry you, I want to at least graduate first.”

“I know, I know. I’m not saying we get married absolutely right NOW. But… ” He brought you to his chest and hovered his lips to your ears again. “Just imagine it, alright?”

“Alright.” You shut your eyes and breathe.

“Imagine the lights hanging, the decorations inside- or outside if you want. OR something like this, inside yet out. Ooo can’t label this tent type thing, ya know? Then imagine my face admiring you in a STUNNING wedding outfit walking down the aisle.”

“You’d be crying for sure.”

“Oh, of course, I would be! But then Imagine saying our vows? Imagine the reception: friends and family everywhere watching you and me cutting a cake together. Officiating everything. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“Yes it does,” you roll your eyes smiling, ”but-”

“And then imagine the honeymoon.” On the word honeymoon, he spun you around with a huge grin on his face.

“A true prize,” He said closing his eyes. Dramatically putting his hand to his chest and sighing.

“Not for me,” you joke. George opens his eyes and makes a surprised face.

“Kidding! That all sounds very very nice. But you know what else would be amazing?”

“What.” He lowered his voice.

“Going back to your apartment.”

He hummed.

“And...”

“And..?” His brow was crooked. He was now very close to you and his eyes flicked to your lips.

“Sleeping. Sleeping would be very nice. And getting out of these formal arse clothes?”

George quickly nodded“Same here, pumpkin.”

He lifted you in a bridal position and apparated into his apartment right before a small blue ball busted through the roof of the tent with a very important message about the ministry of magic.

[rwbyremnants]

THIS CHAPTER: [SPOILERS!!!] WhiteRose: blindfolds, gags, panty fetish, trampling, premature ejaculation, boot-licking, grinding. Strawberry Shortcake (Ruby/Weiss/Yang): anal teasing, breast fondling, double penetration Polynation (Ruby/Weiss/Blake/Yang): testicle fondling, teasing, anal fingering, prostate-prodding, clit play, pegging, double-penetration, daisy chain, triple orgasm, lap sex, cuddle puddle. [Includes some Enabler-ish hints, but not much]

NOTES: MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Wow, that was long. We never meant for it to get that long, either! But it was a hell of a lot of fun to write and just as much fun to go back and read through while editing (I know, as long as this was it seems like we never edited anything but I swear we did). By the way – there are YET MORE fics I need beta readers for! We’ve got a huge backlog of stuff that got written (instead of working on stuff that was already done) and now we could use a little help. Leave a comment if you’re willing to work on this. Just don’t forget, our fics tend to be pretty long, so I really need to know you’re ready to jump in headfirst and see it through to the end. Leave a comment below or send a message to the RWBYRemnants tumblr account if you’re interested. Thanks for reading and reviewing, especially to anyone who started reading this on Ffn and followed us over when they deleted the fic. You’re all great and it’s been a wild ride! See you around!

-NaughtyButWeiss (and BangaYang)

==Chapter 31 (FINALE)

The Emerald Forest.

That was where Team RWBY’s mission was – a mission that would last the weekend. They had to clear out enough Grimm so the area could still form a good initiation for first years. It had been gruelling work, but after the first exhausting day, they had crashed hard and finished it up the following day. Now, the herds of roving monsters were thinned enough that new Hunters and Huntresses wouldn’t find themselves overwhelmed too easily. Their mission also served as good practice for the more seasoned students, so it was a win-win as far as the Beacon administration was concerned.

After setting up camp, Ruby Rose had returned with more firewood, placing it down aside the logs they were using as benches. Yang was supposed to assist, but she filled in that blank when Weiss asked why she wasn’t.

"She said she had to 'let li’l ol' Remmie go'? I have no idea..."

"Who knows with that girl?" After saying it, Weiss flashed Ruby an embarrassed grin. "I mean, uh… I know she's your sister and everything, but honestly, there are days I wonder how she made it into Beacon, the way she acts."

Of course, Yang was part of what the Schnee heiress had been thinking about while minding the camp on her own. How their relationship dynamic worked, and how Ruby seemed to partly resent it. There was something she wanted to offer that might help them set aside the strife of the recent months, fully embrace their beautiful new future. Something that was only hers to give, and only Ruby should have it.

"With a lot of punching people in the face, I'll bet." Ruby chuckled, placing more scraps of wood onto the fire, before finally taking a seat down on the log. For saying this was a safe camping trip, there was one important element that she forgot.

"Crappity crap-crap… I forgot the marshmallows."

"Of course you did." Then she cleared her throat and moved herself slightly closer to her teammate. "Listen, Ruby... I was hoping I could talk to you. About, um, private things. While Blake is catnapping and Yang is off doing God knows what."

"Oh... Right. What's up?"

This something she slightly feared. If things were going to change, she wouldn't help but feel guilty about it. Yang was an important part of Weiss's life, as was Weiss to Yang. The idea of destroying that didn't sit well. But in the end, it had to be done.

"Well... you and I have been together for a long while now, haven't we? And there's something we haven't tried. You were expressing some... regret, about distance between us. It seems to me that there should be a few ways we can address that issue." Clearing her throat and sitting up at little straighter, she asked, "Can you think of any ways? I want us to discuss this."

"Any ways that we can… what, exactly?" she asked, shuffling a little closer to her. The girl wasn't exactly one to take a hint with such things. "On how to close the distance, you mean?"

"Hmm, maybe we should go into my tent." It wasn't the best place to shield them from prying eyes and ears, but would give them more privacy than the great outdoors. Standing, she strode toward the flap.

"Oh…" With a slight redness appearing back on her cheeks again, Ruby hurried herself into the tent, allowing Weiss to enter behind her. Indeed it wasn't the greatest of places, thanks to the dim light showing their shadows on the very thin fabric walls; but it was warm. And having the plush sleeping bags beneath them made it rather cosy.

"Good." Clearing her throat, Weiss settled herself crosslegged in front of Ruby before pulling a hand into her own lap, trapping it between both of hers. "So... I do have my own idea, but if you had anything else you wanted to do, I wouldn't be opposed. So in spirit of that, you first." Still holding hands, she sat up even straighter than usual and waited.

"U-um..." The redhead fumbled for a short moment, eyes darting back and forth over the floor as she sat in deep thought. What exactly did she want to try? And what exactly did Weiss mean? W as she speaking of their newfound feelings for one another, or their lack of sexual contact? Knowing Weiss, and how much she enjoyed such a thing, she assumed the latter. But what did she want to try when she had already done as much as she could think of.

"...Maybe the blindfold again? That was pretty fun. Same with being tied up but, well, we didn't bring any rope."

"Oh? OH!" Then Weiss smiled, squeezing Ruby's hand. "That wasn't what I meant, but... good to know. Yes, something to try again. Now I'll go." Scooting forward a bit more, she whispered, "I'd like for you to take me."

E ven though the girl had assumed sexual favours in the previous sentence, now she was oblivious. "Take you where? To dinner?"

Sighing, Weiss couldn't help but laugh. Ruby's obliviousness, her wide-eyed innocence of the world around her but her resilience and willingness to push through it, was part of the reason she loved her, after all. "I mean… take me . As a woman is taken by a man. With your man-thingy."

"Oh..." Then she found herself blushing intensely once again. The idea of taking Weiss once again certainly wasn't something to frown upon or argue against. It was a privilege. Especially as she half expected Weiss to get revenge on her after their particularly risky encounter when they both were packing.

"You want that? Are you ready for it again?"

"Well, I've already taken you that way, and you've taken me… when I had what you have now," she hedged, cheeks reddening and her other cheeks clenching tightly at the memory. Then she shrugged it off. "I just want you to know my original anatomy, that's all. Plus, you felt so good back there that I can only imagine how much better it will be here, right?" To punctuate her last words, she pressed their hands a bit more firmly against her own lap.

Already Ruby's cheeks were beginning to redden even more, and as she shifted her hips very slightly, it was becoming rather obvious that the redhead was struggling to keep said part down. But as she looked toward the direction of Blake's tent, she couldn't help but worriedly whisper, "Blake will hear us..."

"No, she won't!" Of course, that was a lie and they both knew it; she literally had two sets of ears. "Well... we could just be really quiet. Or we don't have to do it here if you're not in the mood, I completely understand; we’re in the middle of the forest! What a silly idea…"

"No no, it’s not!! It's just that…" As she looked toward where Blake was again, and then back to her lover, her spare hand went to her cheek, caressing it softly. "I'm in a… submissive kinda mood tonight. So um…"

Nodding, Weiss took that in. They could certainly do things that would put Ruby on the bottom, even though she was currently the one with the potential erection . "Well... I don't know, do you want me to walk on you or something?"

Though her cheeks lit up red more violently at such a suggestion, she found herself reaching up to her hood, pulling it over her face to cover her blush. But that certainly didn't hide the ever-growing erection. She was already turned on by the chance of getting closer to her not-so-secret crush, and now she was offering to try unusual things with her? "I-I dunno about that… um, while Blake is so close..."

The reaction surprised Weiss. Her suggestion had been the first thing that came to mind when Ruby said she was in a submissive state of mind; a throwaway joke, not a serious option. Was she actually interested?

"Well... how about we try it, but we put the gag in your mouth?" Before Ruby could respond, she flinched and followed up with, "For the noise! N-normally, I love hearing you while we're enjoying each other's company, but if you're worried about disturbing Blake..."

"I-um..." Only just drawing her head back out from beneath the hood again, she questioned what Weiss was suggesting a moment. To actually step on her? Wouldn't that hurt? But the idea was becoming more and more devilishly attractive, especially with the prospect of Weiss gagging and blindfolding her. That was about as submissive as she could get; besides, she had enjoyed that immensely before.

"Okay. J-just to try it, I guess."

"Yeah, of course." Head swimming and pulse already skyrocketing, Weiss stood as if she was going to start stepping on Ruby right away, then sank back to her knees sheepishly. "We... have to do the blindfolding and gagging first, don't we? I'm new at this. You were already all trussed up for me last time. "

Then she glanced around for something to put in Ruby's mouth. Neither of them had prepared for that eventuality. Of course, they had an actual sleep mask to place over Ruby's eyes, but the gag Yang and Blake had used on her was back at the dorm. No matter; neither of them would be dashing off to a shop at this late hour, especially while they were in the middle of nowhere.

"I have an idea. Even though it might be a bit weird..." Ruby began, already reaching to fetch the mask and beginning to place it over her eyes. Clearly to help hide her blush. "If maybe… we use your bra or your panties?"

Eyes flying wide, Weiss stared at Ruby for a long moment. That was intensely intimate. Especially given that she had been wearing them since the morning; if it had been clean underwear, she likely wouldn't have even thought anything of using them.

"W-well… I'm not wearing a bra today, since we're out in the woods, and... well... I don't really need one every day." Admitting she was practically flat except for some slight mosquito bites was difficult for her. But she shook off her melancholy at the size of her chest and pushed ahead. "But would you really want to p-put my panties in your mouth?"

Once she completely blindfolded herself, she looked to Weiss's direction, before slowly laying herself back onto the sleeping bags below, allowing herself to get comfortable. This way, Weiss had all the power. To undress her, if needed be, or to tease her. But when Weiss mentioned her underwear once more, she nervously smiled.

"Well… I have had what it's holding in my mouth before… So no biggie, right?"

"Right!" Weiss laughed self-consciously as she stood to remove them, slipping them down her thighs from under her nightgown. Then she got to the tops of her boots and asked, "Oh... boots on or off? As I said, this is uncharted territory."

Anyone who didn't want much pain would have replied with "off" straight away, but Ruby did not. What would cause the most pleasure? Perhaps the soft skin of a foot, or maybe the flat surface of a shoe sole? Hard and unyielding…

And that's what made her decide: "Keep them on."

Why did Weiss feel her sex heating up when Ruby said that? Immediately, like a switch being flipped. That might hurt... and Ruby wanted to be hurt? She'd seen glimpses of this urge in some of their other play, but this was a whole new facet to her partner's desires. Swallowing, she finished taking off her panties and knelt next to Ruby, half to gag her and half because she couldn't remain standing at that moment.

"Very well," she whispered quietly as she bent over her lover's mouth. "But first..."

Then she took it passionately, lips kneading other lips and breath hot on her cheek. Her partner eagerly kissed her back, hands reaching up to run through her thick silver hair. This time, she would do as Blake advised, and wait until the moment was right before tongue. And so for a moment longer, she continued to knead her lips against her lover's, finding her legs beginning to part as she did so.

And her pyjama bottoms were doing the opposite of hiding her obvious arousal.

So it happened that this time, Weiss was the first to use her tongue a few moments later, sliding it over Ruby's bottom lip and then over the seam between the two. Somehow, knowing that there would be something in the way of kissing her love for the next few minutes made the act all the sweeter, more urgent.

As she did so, her hip moved to one side... and pressed gently against the erection in Ruby's pants. It wasn't intentional, but it did make her shiver when she found it there.

"Mmm..." There was a gentle moan into the kiss, as Ruby found her tongue brushing out against Weiss's more urgently. There was more to their kisses now. This wasn't just sex anymore, it was love. A love which Weiss shared, and wanted to give. A love that may be hers alone.

And as Weiss pushed herself closer against the erection beneath, Ruby moaned once again, finding her hand grasping the hair more urgently. Now Weiss was moaning at the light pain upon her scalp, partly hating it, partly wanting it to continue as their tongues entwined. But she could not allow that to continue, or they would simply keep going until one of them finished.

"Alright," she panted as she pulled back, raising her undergarment to rest just on one side of Ruby's neck. "S-so... if you're not able to talk, you have to promise me you'll, um, give me some kind of signal like last time if you've had enough. Does that sound agreeable?"

"Shall I snap my fingers?" she asked, demonstrating as she drew her hands out of Weiss's hair. Of course, the obnoxious snapping of fingers could possibly wake the sleeping girl next door. A factor she didn't realise.

"No!" Weiss hissed, only grabbing her hand to stop her after the first snap. They both tensed for a second before she sighed and whispered, "Only if you can't stop me more quietly! Honestly, Ruby!" Then she brought up the panties and began to brush them lazily up and down her partner's cheek. "Now... where were we?"

"Heh, right…" Looking to the direction of where Weiss held the panties again, she began to take in a deep breath. Both to prepare for what was about to take place, and to get used to the scent beforehand. The rather sweet smell she had grown to love. "Okay... Ready."

Finally, she opened her mouth, bracing herself. Just how far was the girl willing to go? How far did she want them to go? Determinedly, Weiss took the garment in hand and turned it inside-out before wadding it up very carefully, making sure a very specific area was always facing out. Then she took Ruby's chin between her thumb and forefinger and drew it down even further.

"We're about to find out how much of this will fit in there."

Then she began to ease the thin fabric between her parted lips. There was another shaky sigh as Ruby opened her mouth wider, beginning to feel the fabric enter her mouth. And when her tongue came into contact with the material, there was a moan against it. Weiss had indeed made sure that the area that was touching her was the one that would come into contact with her taste buds. It was glorious.

Sighing in satisfaction, Weiss pushed until about two thirds of the garment was in Ruby's mouth; then she felt stronger resistance and stopped. No sense in hurting her partner or making it hard for her to breathe.

"Okay," she sighed as she sat back and pet Ruby's cheek and neck. "That alright? Nod if it is."

Nodding, she laid her head back, biting firmly down onto the garment and resting her tongue against it. All she could do was await her fate.

"Good girl." For some reason, the phrase had come naturally; Ruby being blindfolded and gagged almost made her into some kind of subservient beast. Shaking that thought off, she rose and stepped back. In a slightly louder whisper, she asked, "Can you still hear me?"

There was another nod, and a shuffle of her hips as she attempted to show off her arousal again. She was far too ready for this. Now there was no way for Weiss to ignore the tenting of Ruby's pyjama pants, of course; it was right out there for God and everyone to see. But she wouldn't start there. Smiling coyly, she raised one leg and rested it very gently on the hip below her.

"Or are you a good girl? Maybe you aren't. Maybe you've been very, very naughty."

There was a muffled groaning at that comment, and Ruby shrug ged her shoulders nervously. First it was swearing, now it was being talked to as if she were being told off; all things she seemed to like. What was wrong with her?!

"So you agree?" Seeing that Ruby had responded favourably to that sort of talk, Weiss decided to keep it up - but she wouldn't take that too far. Ruby was too sweet to be overly mean to, after all. "Naughty little girl, with her naughty little boy." Then the sole of the boot turned aside to press very gently against the head of Ruby's arousal.

"Hnnnn!" Another muffled groan sounded out, making her throw her head back in pleasure. Even just a little pressure against her felt a little uncomfortable, but definitely wasn’t making her erection go down. If this kept up, she would finish far before taking Weiss.

"Ooh!" Weiss hissed, surprised at the reaction. As her boot moved further up to rest on Ruby's stomach, she said, "If I didn't know any better, I might think this is the real way to get you in the mood… do you like to be deprived of your senses and then walked on?"

Nodding once again, Ruby attempted to look in her direction. She was enjoying this a lot, but if only her hands were tied also. Yang and Blake had really done a number on her, giving her all these strange appetites!

Weiss nearly lost her balance at the admission. She had been trying to wind Ruby up, to make her more and more frustrated... but instead, she was openly admitting her enjoyment. Raising her leg even more, she leaned her weight slightly against a tender breast, waiting to see if it hurt too much, if Ruby would finally protest this treatment.

"Mmmhmm!!" This time, it was a more pained groaning; one that caused her breath to hike up. As did the added pressure to her chest. She wouldn't be able to put up with that for long, and so to protest, she quickly grasped her ankle.

When she felt the hand on her boot, Weiss drew back, trailing it without any true pressure all the way down to her hip, then down the adjoining leg. "You know, I'm well-trained in gymnastics. Years and years of practice. Do you know what that means?"

"Hmm???" Another noise from behind the gag. She had a slight fear of what the answer would be.

But the heiress did not answer with words. Instead, she merely alighted onto Ruby's body, one foot on either hip and her hands at her own, staring down at Ruby's face. Her innate balance born from years of practice kept her from wobbling even the barest inch as she stood there, boots pressing down just a few inches shy of the erect sex beneath the pink pyjamas.

"HMMMM!" She groaned yet again, able to feel the full weight of her just by her hips. That was far more than she was prepared for, but it wasn’t quite as bad as having her tit stood upon.

"What's that?" Weiss asked as she began to stride down one of her legs, making sure to skip over the potentially-harmful knee. Every step was in perfect balance, compensating for each shift of Ruby's leg beneath her. "You like this just as much as anything else we've done? Why, Ruby, you're so bad!"

This time, the girl shook her head. It was good, most definitely, but defying her master could possibly bring a result she'd crave. Especially if she struggled against her hands, trying to lift her a little to ease her weight.

Spinning with a flourish, she balanced again just in time to catch the tail end of Ruby's head-shaking. "Oh? Didn't like that?" Then she reached back with one leg, still perfectly balanced with both arms out to the side, and prodded Ruby's bare sole with the toe of her boot. "Why not? Oh, that's right - you can't answer at the moment. Too much of me in your mouth."

"HMM!" Right away, there was another groan against the panties in her mouth, finding her tongue resting against it once more. All the while, it was bringing further and further heat to her already erect length.

By now she was a ticking time bomb. The signs were all there; the slight thrusting of Ruby's hips upward, how hard she was breathing through her nose. The flexing of the muscles in her legs that made Weiss rise up and down. She was being driven wild by every action. Taking a single step forward, she rested that boot directly between Ruby's legs, then planted the other on the outside.

"We really have found your weakness," she breathed as she pushed the boot up and up, parting the thighs with pressure until the tip was resting against Ruby's rear end comfortably.

"HMM! MMM!!!" Groaning once more, she found herself thrusting against the boot right by her sex again. The pressure was building, she really was about to go!

Indeed, Weiss's other foot was holding steady against Ruby's arousal, watching as she was thrust against continuously. This was very stimulating to watch, and she was tempted to lower a hand to press into herself through the nightgown... how would Ruby even know it was happening with the blindfold on? Chastising herself for losing focus, she used the edge of her boot sole to tug the very top of her partner's waistband down until the glistening head was revealed.

"Look how red it is," she breathed as she continued to step on the shaft again, shifting her weight from side to side slightly. "As red as your weapon. Your other weapon, I mean."

"HMMMNNNNN!!!"

She couldn't hold back any longer. Thanks to the constant pressure on her shaft, and the loss of two of her senses, she found herself quivering uncontrollably. The shaft throbbed, shooting white hot seed all over her pyjama top, a couple of spots even managing to land on her chin. Right away, her hands went to cover her face instead, trying to hide her shame.

Hearing the whimper, Weiss immediately dropped her act and said, "No, no, Ruby, it's okay! You're fine! I... wow, that was really..." Clearing her throat, she moved the boot aside to rest on her hip. "Let's just say I found watching that to be very, very entertaining."

"Hmm..." She groaned once again, trying to look down to her pyjama top. She could feel something rather cold against it, and could only assume that was where her fluid had landed. All over the Grimm design's face! Finding her breathing becoming heavier, she reached up for the panties, having to draw them out of her mouth to allow her to regain her breath.

Which was the same moment Weiss noticed the tiny spot of moisture on the very tip of her boot, glistening in the low light from the moon overhead, filtering through the tiny sunroof. Not all of Ruby's climax had splashed onto herself, it seemed. Maybe they weren't done playing after all. Raising her leg, she positioned it so the spot was directly in front of Ruby's lips.

"If you clean my boot off," she breathed nervously, "I'll take care of the rest. I promise."

"Clean what off your-"

But as soon as she lifted the blindfold, she gazed at the tiny amount of fluid on her shoe. So she had came quite hard this round. Without arguing, her tongue slid out of her mouth, pressing into the material as she licked the salty, sharp fluid away, eyes clenching shut at the taste.

A quiet breath of pure arousal spilled from Weiss's mouth as she watched Ruby taste herself, debasing herself by putting her mouth on the boots. It felt as if it was too far, even though she was incredibly satisfied by seeing it. Once she was finished, she stepped back and reached down to take off the boots.

"We're done with these, okay? No more. I... I just want to work on you now, make you happy."

"Okay... Just, um..." Looking down at the amount of her seed all over her top, Ruby found herself disgusted at herself. How could she do that to her favourite top? "Can I take this off first? I'm still wearing my bra underneath."

"Here, I can do that." Kneeling next to her friend, she carefully pulled the neck of the shirt upward until it cleared the top of Ruby's head, leaving no remnants on the girl herself. "There," she whispered as she finished removing it and turned it inside-out, to hide the evidence. "We'll get this in the wash the minute we get back to Beacon. Might be fine."

"I hope so... I love those PJ's." Of course, beneath the PJ's, she had made sure to wear the same black lace bra; the one she wore back when she took Weiss with the strap on. She'd always known that she liked that particular bra.

And Weiss did notice, smiling slightly when she spotted it. "Thank goodness it didn't get on that or I'd have been truly upset." Then she bent down to kiss the center of Ruby's chest very softly, lovingly, before raising up to smile down at her. "Oh, we missed that."

Then she bent in and ran her tongue over her cheek, lapping up a tiny spot of moisture that had not been snagged by the shirt on its way off. Sighing contentedly, she leant against Weiss's tongue as she pressed into her, reaching her hands up into Weiss's hair again, grasping it softly as she attempted to control her breathing once again. How could someone who was so stern turn around and be so soft and loving?

Giggling at the soft hand in her hair, Weiss began to crawl backward as her lips pushed into the side of Ruby's neck, then trailed down the center of her chest. By the time she got to the flat expanse of stomach, her final goal should have been abundantly clear. And so quickly after she'd finished!

"Weiss, are you sure it'll… wake up? That quickly?" It was already beginning to, but was still rather red. It was mainly so she wouldn't disappoint Weiss that she asked.

"Relax," Weiss told her softly. "I'm just cleaning up the mess we made, that's all. And if you happen to... wake up in the process…" With that, she and her tongue began to clean the skin of Ruby's lower abdomen, savouring the sharp and bitter tang of her seed. The semisoft length could wait until she was done there.

All that followed was a shaky sigh. The sight was something to truly behold, the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, was right there, licking her seed off her stomach. And the best part was, she was hers. All hers.

"Weiss..." She groaned, watching intently as she was cleaned.

On the tail end of that word, a pale hand pulled the pyjama pants down as she surged downward and took the entirety of Ruby into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her and drawing all of the remaining essence inward, sighing at the enjoyable weight and softness. She didn't mind this in the slightest; it was merely another expression of love.

"AH! WEISS!" She couldn't help but call out, very quickly slapping a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet again. Already she could feel her sex hardening again thanks to Weiss's talented tongue, her warm wet mouth. Was it even possible for her to be ready again so quickly without having taken some of Blake’s concoction?

And Weiss didn’t seem like she had any intentions of slowing down. In fact… maybe they were headed for a round two, after all.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiao Long was finally heading back to the camp, carrying an empty backpack over her shoulder and a small grin on her face. One that grew even bigger when she opened the flap to her and Blake's tent, and flung herself down against her sleeping bag next to her battle partner. Who was currently deep into a new book.

"Hey good-lookin', what's cookin'?"

Rolling her amber eyes, Blake Belladonna glanced over at Yang, holding her thumb between the pages. "Not much. Where did you run off to, again? You left without telling anybody what you were going to do. Who are you, me?"

"Ouch… go easier on yourself, Belladonna," she chuckled i n response, throwing the empty pack to one side and smiling contently as she laid back. "Little Remmie is free. Was kinda sad to see him go, actually."

"Yeah, I know you were," the Faunus sighed, reaching over to caress her lover's cheek. "But we couldn't keep him forever. You know that." Privately, she was glad to be rid of the Grimm; it had never made her feel comfortable having an evil creature in their dorm. Even if it was such a tiny one. Then she curled up against her side, smiling demurely up at her partner. "So, now that you're back... what should we do? Go to sleep, or...?"

Nodding in agreement, Yang right away began to snuggle up to her partner, giving a quick kiss on the top of her head a moment. "Hmm… we could. Or we could cuddle for a little while. I guess maybe not do anything too rash, considering Weiss and Ruby are right over-"

And yet, as soon as she said those words, there was another cry of pleasure, immediately muffled halfway through. Of course, Blake had a sneaking suspicion of what that could be - her hearing was more acute than her partner's. To Yang, of course, it would have simply sounded like any old outcry. But she decided to play along, for the sake of her teammates.

"What do you think that was?"

Yang didn't respond, only listened out for any further sounds. Beyond her control, she found her head leaning more toward the wall closest to the other tent as she attempted to listen out again.

And she heard a slightly quieter voice of Ruby: "Okay, okay, I think he's ready, just- AH! L-Let me... AH!"

Shaking her head, Yang muttered, "Those sneaky little..."

"What?" Blake asked, her voice the picture of blissful ignorance. She wasn't willing to be that obvious about what her friends were doing nearby. "What is it, Yang?"

"You don't hear them?!" she asked, listening out once more as the noises continued. This time, that of Weiss giggling teasingly. But when she looked back to her partner's face, she saw the rather ignorant look on her face. Or more like fake ignorance. "You knew, didn't you?"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're babbling about," the Faunus said… but this time, there was a coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "And if I did, would it really be right for me to sit here, gossiping about whatever's going on in the neighbouring tent? I have an unfair advantage."

"How long have they been doing that?" she asked, more out of curiosity than any spite.

Finally giving up, Blake set her book aside, slipping a ribbon between the pages. "Maybe ten minutes? Unless they were really quiet before that. Why?"

Eyes still staring toward the wall closest to the girls, she remembered back to her and Weiss's last time – without Blake also present, that is. When Weiss had suggested the three of them try having a little “group fun” again sometime. She’d been a little skittish after seeing Ruby’s pictures, but the shock of that was starting to wear off now; after all, just having seen pictures didn’t really mean anything. And if she didn’t face Ruby in a sexual situation sooner or later, it would probably turn into a bigger deal than it was in her brain. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to join in, if the two were in a position to do so.

"I think I might sneak in there..."

"Sneak in there… and what?" Blake suspected she knew "what", but refused to make any assumptions in this area. That way, maybe she could delay the unpleasant sensation of jealousy for as long as possible. Her face was intentionally kept blank of any expression as she watched Yang with interest.

"You know… Show them what happens when you do that in the company of friends. I mean, at least without keeping their voices down." She smirked, getting back to her feet again as she made her way out the door, but not before saying, "Don't worry, I'll give you a lot more love when I get back . Count on it. "

"Oh, I expect you to keep that promise, " Blake told her with a wink.

But the minute Yang had exited the tent, the raven-haired shadow lapsed into contemplative silence, hand on her book. What should she do? More importantly, she'd had some plans for the two of them tonight - including the contents of a backpack she had off to one side - but perhaps those plans would have to be abandoned.

Or would they?

"Oh, Ruby," Weiss moaned as she rubbed her wetness right up against Ruby's raw length. The nightgown lay discarded in a corner of the tent, and cool air caressed the heiress’s back as warmth radiated from underneath her. "H-how did you get this hard again so soon? I thought I'd have more time to play!"

There were continuous small moans from Ruby below, as she couldn't help but begin to move her hips up against Weiss's wetness over and over. It simply felt too good! Far too good. Especially with the blindfold back on again, so she had nothing but feeling.

"Kiss me," Ruby begged, placing both hands on her shoulders to try and pull her back down again. "Show me h-how much you love me."

"Yes," Weiss breathed, leaning in to press her lips hard against another set, moaning into the contact. Where their sexes met felt as if it were on fire - and they had not yet united them! What would it be like when they finally joined together? Probably beyond her current understanding… but she wanted to try. As much as she wanted to show Ruby the depths of her affections with their current reckless kiss.

Perhaps they wouldn't need to wait. Perhaps they could both kiss and have sex at the same time. At least, Ruby thought so. How incredible would it be to make love whilst their lips were locked in such a dance ? So drawing her hips back, she attempted to find her way in, shuffling her hips side to side to feel around, until finally she felt it. The small, wet entrance r eady for her to take. G rasping onto Weiss's back, locking their tongues together, she thrust her hips slowly upward, moaning into the kiss.

A whimper of pure need mixed with a dash of surprise shot out of Weiss and into Ruby as she was taken from below, rolling her own hips down to help her other half finish the action. This was really it; they were doing this! Her hands gripped Ruby's shoulders tightly as she allowed the length to slowly pass into her own body, deeper and deeper. Each thrust began to make Ruby growl, making her quickly grasp her lover’s shoulders and leave light scratches over them, as she continued their heated kiss.

All of which was witnessed by Yang. When she opened the tent flap, she managed to catch the two caressing and kissing over and over. Along with the slow movements. It was very unlike Weiss; usually she would go hard and fast. This was far more than sex. This was making love. This was true love.

In that moment, she began to question where she stood. Was it now fair of her to intrude? They had only discussed the three of them having a little fun again , and this didn’t much feel like the situation that would lead to that. Perhaps it would be. But so focused were Weiss and Ruby on the task at hand that neither realised Yang had entered - heard the tent flap rustling, yes, but attributed the sound to the wind, or wild animals. They only had eyes for each other.

"Yeah," Weiss breathed as their kiss broke, though her mouth was still pressed up against Ruby's, panting and striving for more. "It's so good, s-so much! It feels fantastic!"

Yang couldn’t help it; with that pert, pampered little rear bobbing up and down, the sight was too inviting. And they could always chase her off if she wasn’t welcome just now.

"It's about to feel even more fantastic ," she finally piped up, scooting herself just behind Weiss and placing one hand on the heiress's hip. Right away, the heiress's eyes flew open, as she looked over her shoulder with a flushed red face. But it was Ruby who spoke first.

"Y-YANG?! What are you doing?!"

"Yes, Yang!" Weiss gasped out in sheer dismay, eyes wide as she looked back at the blonde bruiser. This was a very exposed position for her to be in! "What are you doing?! We're kind of in the middle of something here!"

"Oh, I know. Exactly why I've come in to join you." Already the blonde was smirking as she lowered her pyjama shorts, looking in Weiss's direction as her own length was revealed out of them; already at full attention, or nearly so. "You see, Ice Queen, I remember us mentioning this camping trip as a good time for us three to try this dynamic out again. And seeing as you two started without me, I thought I'd come jump in when you're… in position."

"Oh. Right." Gulping, Weiss looked back and forth between Ruby's masked eyes and Yang's growing erection. "I d-did say that. I… but I was kind of thinking..." Should she finish that thought? Normally, she would have no qualms about telling Yang that what she wanted was irrelevant. However, in this situation it would probably be extremely hurtful. "But I don't know… Ruby? Do you mind an, um, extra participant?"

Even with her eyes covered, it seemed the redhead was somewhat worried about the situation. They hadn't done this together in at least a month now – a week since they did things with the added safety of that box’s walls in place to block their views of each other. And things were going so well! Did that mean Weiss still wanted to be with Yang after this? But as usual, the leader put her partner first, swallowing and catching her breath.

"I-it's your choice. Do you want to?"

"I think the better question is, can she handle it?" the blonde bruiser asked, beginning to stroke her length as she felt it ever stiffening. However, leaning closer to the heiress, she whispered to her softly, "Don't worry… if you really want to be with Ruby more, this can be a sendoff."

The exact meaning escaped her, but Weiss made a special effort to commit that word to memory: "sendoff". Maybe Yang was a little more perceptive than she looked. After things were over, they would have to have a long talk.

"Wh-what are you asking if I can handle?" she whispered, feeling something warm pushing up against her ass cheek. Was that a hand, or… something bigger? "Because if it's what I think you mean, then none of us have ever tried that . Is that even safe?!"

"Go on, Weissy; what are you thinking I'm gonna do?" she asked. Although it was more than obvious when she pushed her hips right against her rear, managing to slide the rock hardness between her cheeks and grinding against the hole there.

"HAH!" Weiss burst out. "You are! You w-want to take me at the same time?! B-but what if- and Ruby's down there, and that's gonna stretch out my- have you no shame?!"

However... she couldn't deny the thought intrigued her. Both Ruby and Yang, deep in one of her openings apiece. Penetrating through to her core, assaulting her insides - and both with real sexes, nothing fabricated. It was hot enough with one of them in her mouth; what if they were both entering her nethers? Th ose possessive feelings of having both sisters to herself were resurfacing, playing havoc with her mind. Could she handle this one more time, even if it turned out to be the last time?

However, Yang drew herself away for a moment. One thing she had brought with her for this task was the lubricant. Squeezing a large helping of it onto her sex, she tilted her head around to look at them both, and spotted Ruby with the blindfold. "She can't see me, and I don't really see her much from back here. No harm done, right? And as for your butt… well, we both know this isn’t your first time with that."

And that's what made Ruby begin to think. The last time they worked together to take her was fun. Very fun indeed. Perhaps this would be the same, even if it wasn't making love like she set out to do. Swallowing again, she tried to place her hand on Weiss's cheek, but ended up on her neck.

"I'm fine with it if you want to."

Weiss couldn't believe what she was hearing from Ruby. And yet, they had done this before; not this specific act, but doing things with all three of them in the room had already been tried twice. Not to mention how much she really seemed to love having things put where the sun doesn't shine, much to her own consternation.

"W-well... I suppose we could try it. But if I say I can't handle it – or really, if either of us does , I expect you to pull out and finish yourself off, Xiao Long! Is that understood?!"

Performing a quick salute, Yang grinned eagerly. "You're the boss."

She then set to work. First thing was first, to get her ready for such a task. Right away, she began to put a generous amount on her fingers, sliding them between Weiss's cheeks and brushing them against that particular muscle. All the while, she was being careful not to touch the sex that was buried within Weiss's own; it was closeby, but easy enough to avoid.

Which Ruby teased just as much with, as she gave a quick thrust. There was a cry from the heiress as she tried to keep perfectly still, to not disturb the precarious balance that kept this activity pleasurable and not painful. And so far, this was very pleasurable! How could this be so satisfying when it was so wrong? She needed to reclaim control somehow.

"I h-haaAAAave a request!"

"Hmm?" Yang asked, leaving a finger right on the tight muscle as she leant over. "What's up?"

"I want..." Swallowing, she turned her head and pushed her mouth up against Yang's ear. There was no sense making Ruby hear what she was about to ask. "I want you to take off your top," she whispered very quietly. "So I can f-feel you against my back."

“Huh?” Ruby asked from below. Seemed she hadn’t heard.

"Why stop there?" Yang murmured, offering a quick gaze at Ruby's direction. There was no way she'd be able to see. Not for a while. "I might as well go full-on naked. You know, so you can feel all of me against you..." She punctuated by using her spare hand to run over her stomach, slowly upward and resting on her breast a moment. And then she teasingly whispered, "Hmm... Gonna miss these little treats..."

Weiss had to admit that her “treats” would miss Yang's treatment. Not out loud, of course. But the blonde wasn't the only one who could be a cruel tease, and should have known better than to keep ramping things up like this, driving her wild only to pull her hand away, as she knew would happen when she went to take off her clothes.

So with a wicked little smirk, she arched her back slightly, forcing the back of Yang's hand to bump her sister's bra. And Ruby did let out a little breathy moan from the contact, not really knowing where it was coming from.

"W-whoa- hey!" Right away, she drew her hand off Weiss's breast. "Alright, alright. So that's how you wanna play? Well, might as well get ready."

And then she pressed herself right against Weiss's rear end, opening her cheeks with one of her hands to get a better view for a moment. Now that it was wettened with lubricant, she'd be able to slide in far easier. She had to admit, if she didn’t think about whose dick it was filling her elsewhere, the entire view was pretty nice. But she cut off those thoughts before they went too far. "Well, Ice Queen? You ready for me?"

Knowing this was her last moment of having the upper-hand with the blonde before she was completely at her mercy, she flexed her hind muscles, making sure the tiny opening moved in the doing. Putting on a little show for her teammate. "As I'll ever be. The real question is, are you?"

Whilst that question was being asked, Yang had pulled off her shirt, playfully placing it over the heiress's head to tease her. And then came her shorts, which she threw aside.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Get ready to be Yanged. "

Very gradually, she went to adjust her sex, moving it to properly align with her opening. And that's when she began to push herself inward, slowly.

"Oh... OH GOD!" Weiss cried out, eyes screwing tightly shut as she felt herself being entered. While she was still wrapped around Ruby. It was impossible - they wouldn't both fit at once, nobody could handle that! And yet there she was, opening ever so slowly to the second cock to start poking around her nether regions in that evening. In a way, it was glorious. In another way, it was terrifying.

As she weathered this, she watched Ruby, still sweating and blissfully ignorant of how everything looked above her. It really seemed to be enough that Weiss was still with her. Reaching up as carefully as she could without falling over, her fingers twined in Ruby's short hair and tugged very slightly, just enough to let her know she was there and had not forgotten her role in this event.

And with such a gentle touch, the slight pain that could have been worse but wasn’t, Ruby allowed herself to moan softly. Allowing for her to get comfortable having two invasions at once, she remained perfectly still, nuzzling against the hand. "I won't move till you say, okay?"

But as Yang entered more and more, Ruby herself could feel it from within. That was a surprise; she didn’t think about being able to feel Yang’s dick. The slight pressure it added around her sex. After all, the other times they had taken her from opposite ends, they never had to worry about anything like that. Even the most recent time, when they were both endowed. This was almost like Weiss suddenly got a lot tighter, or was stroking her with her hand even while they were joined. It was a small amount, but enough to heighten the experience. How on earth did it feel to the heiress?

The only way to describe how it felt to Weiss was "insane". She could literally feel Ruby and Yang pushing up against each other through her inner wall - and this was just with the tip inside! Inwardly, she told herself in a stern voice to relax her muscles, to let this happen instead of fighting it - though her body's natural reaction was to fight.

Moaning and panting, Weiss twitched her hips from side to side the barest amount, testing the sensation it brought to her. It was too much; moving like that bordered on enough to make her lose consciousness, so she resolved to let Yang and Ruby do the work from now on.

"J-just hang on to Ruby," Yang suggested. Not only would it put Weiss in an easier position for this to be possible, but she was hoping it would also assist with comforting her, helping her relax, keeping her from being overwhelmed. The last thing she wanted to do was knock the poor girl out.

And right away, Ruby reached up to fumble her hands onto the heiress's back, rubbing it sensually as she felt Yang push even further inside. More moans that were only just on this side of pleasurable rather than painful. Would there be anything left of Weiss’s body once they were through with it? She hoped so... even if only so she could feel like this again someday.

T hen Yang was reaching new depths with her hot, throbbing length, warring against Ruby for who got to take up the most space inside of her. And she wanted them to both fill her up completely. Never had she felt so completely filled in her entire life.

“Ooh,” Yang breathed suddenly – when she felt Ruby’s hands brush her nipples. The hands shot further down immediately, but she still had to pause to recover from the moment.

“S-sorry,” Ruby panted wetly.

“N-nah, it’s fine. Just… watch that from now on, I guess.”

Squirming beneath her two teammates, Ruby tried for a small smile. “Yeah. I… they’re soft...”

If she knew Yang at all, Weiss knew she was probably blushing by now. But they were all about to be distracted from that whole situation.

F inally, Weiss could feel Yang's hips pressed against her backside. That was it, she was entirely around them. Two cocks . Two real cocks of her two lovers were inside her two openings. Both able to feel one another, both letting out a sigh in pleasure.

"How ya holdin up?" Yang asked her between breaths.

All Weiss could do was pant and nod slightly. Her brain wanted her to say something snarky, like ‘How do your balls feel up against Ruby’s ?’ , but the words wouldn't come out. She didn't have the mental capacity to speak anymore, not with so many sensitive nerve endings being pushed to their maximum tolerance.

"Ruby? I think you should move first." Yang leant over to look at her, thankfully still blindfolded. To see such a compromising position may make things awkward for the two. But the younger sister nodded, holding on to Weiss tightly as she began to pull out very slightly, and then thrust back in. Each time slow, but getting further out before reentry.

How could it be so different, simply from the presence of another arousal in her body? Yet it was; Ruby had less room to work with in there, she was severely tighter. Moans fell from her so much more freely than ever before, and she found herself simply calling out in ecstasy and hanging on for dear life.

And Ruby began to moan out also, able to feel the firm pressure against her length as she began to thrust. It did indeed make her tighter, and the pressure was all to her underside. It was heaven. But the moan fell forth a little louder when Yang also began to move, very slowly pulling backward, further and further, until pushing back in again. That rolling pressure of another dick alongside her own, even through Weiss’s flesh, made everything that much better.

After a short while, Ruby let out a breathy laugh. “I… I can feel your balls hitting m-my dick...”

“Shit!” Yang grunted, holding still for a second. “Man, maybe I can...” She tried to thrust up a little higher, but when Weiss let out a pained squeak she lowered again to the better angle. “Oops...”

“N-nah, it’s okay! Just funny...” It felt nice, but she didn’t want to say that. Because it might sound like it was actually because they were Yang’s balls; it wasn’t. Just a vaguely nice sensation, regardless of who they belonged to.

"Oh no!" Weiss moaned out, the sensation instantly bringing an orgasm to just under the surface. She had felt it building all along, but now it was leaping forward to the very edge. "OH! Ruby, Yang, y- NNNHhhh! It's going to happen already, I'm- the first one is coming!"

"Already?!" Yang couldn’t help yelping. “We just got started!”

"Well, we were kinda started before you came in!" Ruby managed to call out, attempting as best she could to keep going, to allow Weiss to have her first orgasm. This was going to be glorious.

One particularly hard thrust from her battle partner sent Weiss into an orgasm unlike any she had ever felt before. Toes curling and hair standing on end, she felt shock after shock lurch through her body - and barely had any time to recover from that before she was feeling pleasure anew from Yang pushing back into her body, every muscle in that area alternately tensing and letting whatever may happen, happen.

"Wow," she panted down onto Ruby's cheek. "I... Ruby, I just... it was..."

"C-can you handle… m-more?" The main reason Ruby asked was because she could feel herself getting to her limit, as she pushed in and out at the same pace.

But Yang wasn't about to let up. Even with the first orgasm passing, she saw it as a challenge. To get more and more from her own thrusting alone. And so her speed began to pick up, as she hung on to the heiress's hips. "She's fine, ain't you Weissy?"

"NNNnnhhh," both Weiss and Ruby groaned low and weakly as they felt Yang beginning to thrust with a purpose; Ruby also seeming to want to increase her motions. That was understandable; after having already finished, she would need more friction to stay aroused.

Therefore the heiress simply whispered, "Go ah- ahead!" to her partner before she turned over her shoulder to snap, "I'm f-fine! Never better!"

"Are you suuuuure?" she asked, this time punctuating her words by leaning right against her, pressing her bosoms right into her back to hold her down.

Ruby, however, had began to increase her speed, being careful so as not to go too hard. She didn't want to cause an injury. Both she and Yang were clearly getting as much out of this as Weiss was.

"AhhHHHnnnhhh! Very sure, I'm very, very sure!" Though she was, in fact, not as sure as all that, she couldn't deny she was enjoying this. Soft weight against her back and rigid presences down below. All of this with Ruby making her soft sounds of mingling pleasure and impatience. "Aren't y-you ever satisfied, Xiao Long?!"

"Yeah, aren't you?"

The question didn't come from any of the three, who all stopped moving while they wondered at the source. The very familiar source. A silhouette stood in the entrance flap to their tent - one with an extra pair of ears.

"Is that Blake now?!" Ruby couldn't help but shout, stopping her movements once again to allow her lover a moment to calm down. As did Yang, as she looked back around to the raven-haired Faunus girl, nervously laughing when she noticed what she was wearing around her hips.

"Heh-heh... W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well," Blake began as she strode forward, the harness holding the silicon-crafted phallus perfectly erect and her steps causing it to sway slightly, "I was waiting for Yang to return from this tent so we could have a little fun. Looks like I was waiting for nothing."

"H-hey," Weiss began nervously, "this wasn't my idea! Ruby and I were- and then this brute wandered in and-"

"No need to explain, Weiss. It's fine." Then she was crouching, her face close to the knot of passion-inflamed sexes. "Wow, this is very... I didn't even know if this was possible or not, despite that Ninjas Of Love chapter."

"I knew that book was just smut..." Yang attempted to laugh, only to find herself groaning once again at the firm tightness around her sex. And now with Blake in the room, she was only beginning to heat up more; she felt Ruby shiver below them from an inadvertent roll of her hips. "W-what, you think you c-can fit that thing in there, too? I think Weiss is p-pretty full."

As the Faunus responded, she used gentle fingers to prod at the taut skin around the two phalluses - and the phalluses themselves. "Hmm… I think you might be right. You guys are really in there."

"AhhhhHH!" Weiss moaned weakly, unable to articulate any better than that. Groaning also, Ruby found herself simply clinging on to her lover to keep her close. Mainly for comfort and peace of mind, considering she could no longer see.

However, Yang just shivered, drawing herself out very slowly again. But of course, her position on Weiss's back still made her rear readily accessible. Unless she literally executed a dodge-roll, she was doomed.

"What to do, what to do," Blake mused playfully as she fondled two sacks with both of her hands. Their owners continued to let out fun little mewlings of surprise and pleasure. Then her face leaned in ever closer to her rear end, until her mouth was less than an inch away from her battle partner's opening, breath falling heavily onto the puckered skin. "Let's see..."

"A-ah..." The soft moans poured forth from Yang as her sack received delicate attention, making her blush wildly. But upon feeling the breath right against her second opening, she found said muscle squeezing itself shut. "Nnn..."

Pressing her lips against the opening, again Blake said "hmmmm," making sure she was doing it as loudly as possible so as to produce the most vibrations. Meanwhile, her hand never stopped moving, even using her thumb to press into the taut muscles between the balls and where her mouth was resting.

"What?" Weiss finally panted, now that both Ruby and Yang were mostly still inside her and Blake's fingers were no longer probing her. "Wh... what's happening back there?"

"N-nothing!" Yang quickly shouted, although she couldn't help but let out another moan in pleasure. This really was driving her insane! The small vibrations and fondling of her sack were continuing to build her up higher and higher. And she didn't want to admit it.

"I think Blake has her… by the balls, " Ruby teased, chuckling under her breath.

"Careful, or I'll have you, too," Blake purred against Yang, reaching a little further down with her other hand to gently squeeze Ruby's hindquarters. Though it was an empty threat; she had no intention of turning the strap-on in Ruby's direction tonight or any other night.

"G-gah!" The reaction made Ruby instantly thrust her hips out of the way of Blake's hand, and right into Weiss again, forcing her to groan in response. "D-damn it, Yang, can't you control her?"

"Nope. I pretty much figured out that with Blake, you go with the flow." And in this case, it was probably going to mean allowing Blake to use her backside. Even as she was taking Weiss.

Chuckling to herself, Blake again raised the hand to poke at one of Weiss's taut lips as her other hand continued to tease Yang. "This can't be fun - isn't it too much, all at once like that?"

"Oh, you know," Weiss laughed evasively, though the laughter sounded very close to whimpering. "Though if y-you were th-thinking of taking Yang the same way she's taking me... the brute would have it coming."

"Really?" Flicking her tongue out, she pressed the tip hard against the tightly-closed muscle for a brief moment. The flavour wasn't as awful as she had expected, but she barely had long enough to weigh that in her mind. "Is what Weiss says true, my partner? Do you have this coming?"

"N-now hold on," Yang began nervously, looking back at the phallus at Blake's hips nervously. She had already coated it ready for entry, and had been planning this all along. "W-will it even… while I'm doing this?"

"Should be fine," she soothed Yang as she stroked the facsimile pointing toward its destination gently, just enough to coat her finger. Then she reached forward and began to slowly work the fingertip into Yang - not teasing the skin, not preparing her. Straight inside without waiting. "And if it's not, well... lesson learned, right?"

"AGHHHH, FUCK!" the blonde brute yelled, suddenly hanging onto Weiss's hips tightly. There was nothing to prepare her! Blake was inside already and working her way deeper, whilst she was pumping into Weiss! How was it possible to feel filled and to fill someone else this way?

"B-Blake! I.. Hah..."

"It's only a finger," Blake giggled - purposefully acting as if this didn't matter to her in the slightest. In truth, if Yang was making sounds that were more painful, she would of course pull back immediately. "Can't you tell the difference?"

That stirred the competitive spirit in Weiss, as well. "You... know Yang's dick is... barely bigger than that, so of course she d-doesn't!"

"Y-you… what?!" Yang growled, once again pushing forward in an attempt to prove herself the more dominant in this position, but she was put straight back into her place when Blake pushed a little deeper. "Uhhhnn..."

"And there's our little friend," Blake purred as she found the gland deep within Yang, somewhere behind her erection. "You know, I kind of missed him." Stroking along it with her finger, she began to get into a rhythm, also widening Yang's opening with the base of the digit.

"Hah... Hnnn..." She continued to groan out in pleasure, now beginning to lean back into the hold Blake had on her. Even as her rear was opening all the more to her actions, she couldn't help but enjoy each moment as her prostate was stimulated. She needed this.

"What?" Weiss panted from in front of them. "What's going on back there?"

"Nothing much," Blake reassured her, assaulting the fragile flesh harder than she had the time previously. Before, Yang had been a virgin to being touched there - it wouldn't have been right. Now, she was experienced; she’d even held a plug inside of there on a recent occasion. The poor gland was getting stroked all over, to either side and up and down, using just enough pressure to stimulate it without injuring anything. Not that the Faunus was sure that part could be injured; she'd read up on it briefly after her last encounter, but still didn't know from personal experience.

"W-well, get on with it, you cat-eared minx! We were trying to have a th-threesome and you interrupted!"

Eyebrows flying up, Blake reached down with the hand that had been fondling Yang's sack, around all the thick arousals and found Weiss's clit. "Oh yeah? You want things sped up, Heiress?"

"NNHHHH!!! No, Blake, st-stop! Don't do that, I- I'll... NHHHHAAAAHHH!!"

Before she knew what was happening, much less had a chance to stop it, Weiss had orgasmed a second time. Her body spasmed hard against all three persons who were stimulating her at present, with Blake feeling it least of all - though the effects on the rest of her were readily apparent. Round amber eyes glanced down to see the heiress's calves flailing, felt a scratch being left on her own leg from a finely-pedicured nail. That had been one tremendous climax.

Both Ruby and Yang called out in pleasure, especially Ruby, who got the brunt of her quakes and vibrations. Especially when she felt Weiss tightening around her sex below. She could feel herself beginning to get close once more, and the fact she was blind to it all was all the more stunning to her. Unable to help herself, she held onto her lover tightly, slowly beginning to thrust once again.

Although Yang could feel these movements Ruby was making, and felt she wasn't going to stop. "I-is this what we're all g-gonna do now? I-is this a team RWBY mission?!"

"YES!" Weiss screamed out, not intending it to be an answer to the blonde's question. "Yes, I- oh god, Ruby, I wish you'd stop! B-but don't stop!"

Nodding to herself, Blake knew it was time to act; Yang sounded beside herself with arousal, and Ruby was already thrusting. If she waited any longer, she would be too late for the party and, and also not be satisfied herself.

For the cunning kitten had picked up a small addition to their apparatus: now, there was a stimulating series of bumps attached to the back of the phallus she was wearing. Ones that would caress her own sex, treat it just roughly enough that she would at the very least feel pleasure. Her hope was that she might be able to climax that way, and in so doing she and her lover could both finish.

Not that she had envisioned doing this while Ruby and Weiss were also in the room! That wasn’t part of the plan at all. But maybe, she could still have her cake and eat it, too.

"Okay," she breathed as she began to rise slightly, positioning herself just underneath the finger. "Yang, are you ready for this? Ready to take my cock?"

"Y-yes..." Finally, she accepted her fate. Accepted that Blake was indeed going to enter her whilst she was still thrusting into Weiss. This was impossible, and yet it was happening right at that moment. Finally moving herself backward to rest herself right against the phallus, she braced herself for what she hoped would be a fantastic experience.

One that Blake was more than ready to give her. In one smooth motion, she withdrew her finger and thrust the head of the shaft up against the hole, feeling the tip slide halfway in without any impedance. Only then did it catch very slightly, but she sensed that if she really leaned inward... Yang's body wouldn't put up much resistance.

"Nhhh, Ruby!" Weiss was panting below them. "God, Ruby, you're s-such an animal, I- OOOOHhhhh!!!"

"AH!" Yang had to completely freeze, attempting as best as possible to remain still, and allow the rather thick phallus to slide inside her. She was right, her body wasn't willing to put up a fight at all. And in no time, she was able to feel the head sliding fully inside. All the while, she remained perfectly still, trying not to overstimulate herself to finish early.

And Ruby wasn't helping. With each thrust in, she could feel the slight movement against her sex. From inside the heiress. This really was insane.

So much worse was the feeling for Weiss, who was panting and sweating and generally on the line between needing everything to keep going so she could climax one more time, and asking them to stop so she could rest her poor body. This was more than she had ever been put through at anyone's hands before... and yet she relished it, relished two presences inside her body, stimulating her in two different ways. If Blake confessed to having taken Dust and circled around to claim her mouth… she might have even considered that. Briefly.

"Is that good?" Blake was whispering in a low growl to her partner as she pushed very slowly inside, waiting for the taut muscles to loosen enough for easy passage. "Do you like that?"

There was only more growling, more sweat dripping down from her forehead as she felt the phallus shifting further and further into her body. She didn't want to admit it, but she did indeed love it. So much that she was finally confident enough to continue. Taking a grip on Weiss's hips again, she finally pushed herself forward into Weiss... And then back to force the phallus further into herself. It was strange to feel both shifting at an equal rate, but all the more satisfying.

The small redhead however found herself moaning out, feeling the muscles beginning to tighten all over again. "W-Weiss! I t-think I'm gonna... Ah!"

Every time Yang backed into the phallus, it ground the little bumps against Blake's sensitive flesh, sending spikes of pleasure throughout her entire being. The thing worked as advertised. Encouraged, she began to lean herself just a tiny bit forward to meet Yang's hips on every backward thrust - which in turn thrust Yang up against Weiss again.

"Ruby!" the heiress gasped out, mind buzzing from the sheer amount of sensation. "It's okay! It's... but I don't th-think I can climb off you if you n-need to pull out, s-so... so can you hold off for a minute?!" With a knowing look over her shoulder, she panted, "Your sister probably won't last much longer!"

"O-okay!" Ruby called out once more, slowing her movements enough to keep herself going that bit longer. If she could hang on that little bit longer until Weiss had another climax, or until Blake or Yang had one, that would do.

But Yang wasn't fairing so well, either. Sensing that Blake was getting some form of enjoyment out of the thrusting made her focus more on backing out, making her pull herself out of Weiss more forcefully to back right against Blake, feeling her backside impact against the Faunus's hips. All the more to please her, as well.

And Blake most certainly felt it. Began to yearn for it, to groan and shiver as she felt her flesh thirst for more and more of the contact. However, it didn't escape her how badly Yang craved the movements, the continuous pounding into her forbidden opening even as she did the very same to Weiss.

"Wow," she rasped out hungrily. "You... really love this, don't you? Love it in your ass!"

"Sh-shut up!" Yang groaned once more. But to reinforce Blake's claims, she simply forced herself backward again. And this time, she felt it brush against her new favourite gland. She wouldn't last much longer at all, especially as she felt her muscles tightening also.

"Weiss... Blake... I can't... I can't last much..."

That was when an aspect of this arrangement hit home to Weiss that she had not previously thought through: both Ruby and Yang were about to finish inside of her. At the same time. In all honesty, part of herself was quite disgusted at the prospect… but a guilty, dark corner of herself welcomed it. For the delicate heir to a multi-million Lien empire to more or less reduce herself to a receptacle for the juices of two sisters with cocks was oddly fitting somehow. Blake was just a bonus; a woman her father would hate for being a Faunus, naked and panting in the same room with his precious little girl. It was a giant middle finger to status and propriety, and all those things about being a Schnee that she secretly resented.

"Do it!" she bleated before she could change her mind. "F-fill me up, both of you! Blake, make that brute fucking come!"

"Yeah!" Blake agreed, riding Yang harder than before, her own climax building at the thought of what they were doing; had it been a typical encounter with just Yang, it would have taken longer, could have been enjoyed. Now was not the time for that. This was a time to orgasm with the force of a freight train. "Yeeaahhh, f-fill her up with your seed, you two! I'm- I'm almost there, too!"

"Weiss! WEISS! WEEEIIAAAAAAHHH!!!" Finally Ruby yelled out, finding herself unable to hold herself back any longer. The unexpected swear word from Weiss, combined with the feeling of another dick rubbing against her own through Weiss’s body, was too much. And quivering herself, she felt her muscles tightening and her sex throbbing. Just as Weiss wished, it let out her seed within the heiress's body, filling her deep.

And following just behind, were a few more firm thrusts from Yang, before she too began to quiver all over. The pressure against her sex and against her prostate was becoming too much, until finally she too let out her own seed, filling Weiss's rear end as well as her sex. Finally, she had gained release.

The two throbbing masses paired with the still-unusual sensation of having anything sprayed into her body more or less ripped the third orgasm from Weiss before she was ready, but it happened all the same. In the moment, she couldn't help but cry out Ruby's name over and over, legs spread further than they had been before, hands fisting in the sleeping bags beneath them. It was beyond glorious. It was perfect.

Of course, Blake hadn't quite made it along with them, but that suited her just fine; she was still going, rocking against the back of the shaft without truly thrusting it into Yang. The blonde would be able to feel every movement, though - every last movement that ground the tip against her sensitive knot of nerves.

That of course made the blonde crave more. So much more. She didn't even care that she was inside Weiss anymore, it was the least of her concerns. In fact...

Drawing herself completely free of Weiss, she pushed herself back up against Blake. Even if she had just orgasmed, she craved more attention. More to that sweet sweet spot of hers. She needed it. And perhaps pushing herself against her would be what she needed to make her continue.

Ruby, however, took a moment to wrap her arms around the heiress, hugging her tightly whil e still lightheaded. She just wanted to be close to her for this while longer. Even if the girls would continue. Though she could feel something pouring down onto her sack… but she tried not to think about that too much. Probably wouldn’t lead to anywhere fun.

Even with the exit of Yang - which had produced quite a yowl of mingling pleasure - Weiss still responded immediately, winding her hands into the hair of her lover beneath her. It was almost a complete collapse. “Ruby...”

And slowly, to allow the heiress the rest she so deserved, Ruby gently pulled her own sex out. Continuing to hold onto her as she then felt to try and kiss her cheek; and only managing to kiss her shoulder instead.

"Oh, Yang," Blake was moaning as she continued to punish her partner's hindquarters, digging her fingernails into the flesh surrounding the entrance. "You... you can't want more after all that, can you?"

"I-I want you..." Yang simply moaned, keeping herself steady for Blake to continue her punishment. Phallus only just softening, she felt like she could do this forever. Or at least until Blake climaxed. "U-Use me. Make yourself... f-finish."

The words were all Blake needed to push her over the edge. The fact that Yang was already sated, and still wanted her to keep going touched her so deep that it heightened the pleasure she derived from the slightly rugged surface gliding over her sex. She could even feel the slight resistance of the vulnerable gland inside her lover, feel the phallus prodding it, coaxing more feeling from it than Yang might have even wanted to experience. But still she rode it out.

And then she found herself falling back, pulling Yang into her lap as she continued thrusting - now upward from this new position, arms wrapped around a firm stomach. Orgasm nearing, she reached one hand down and toyed with Yang's softening flesh, with the sack underneath as her other hand groped her mammoth chest. So close!

And all the blonde brute could do was fall back into her lover's lap. Spreading her legs wide and pressing her feet down on the ground to support herself, she bit her lip in order to ride out the sensations Blake was giving her. Over and over the phallus was penetrating her, pushing up against the gland in all manner of ways. She was so used to being dominant in previous ventures, this was her ultimate form of submission. She was going to be used as a mere sleeve, to push Blake over the edge.

"C-come on... Blake! K-keep using… me!"

“I really shouldn’t be hearing this,” Ruby muttered into Weiss’s ear. And the heiress giggled.

Finally, Blake realised what it was that had been holding her back: Ruby and Weiss being there. Yes, she had finished before with one of them in the room, or two of them, but not all three of her teammates! Realising that, she let herself go completely - they had done it, and she had even helped Weiss. What was the difference at this point?

"I'm coming!" she cried out, realising it was true at the same moment she spoke it aloud. Harder and harder she thrust to make it grind back against her clit, to abuse her soft lips. "Yang, it's- AAAHAAAAAAAHH!!"

"Y-YES!" And before Yang even knew it, she had found herself gritting her teeth, as her muscles began to tightly clamp onto the phallus inside her. Even if she was unable to come again for a while, she still allowed for it to brush against her prostate firmly, reaching to hold the hand upon her breast to keep herself grounded. This would indeed be a powerful orgasm for Blake. And she deserved it.

Powerful was just the word for what Blake was feeling. In a blinding flash, she was convulsing and screaming, nearly pushing back to a kneeling position as her body went rigid, then trying her best not to fall over backwards once the height had passed. She had done it. For all intents and purposes, she had finished inside Yang's rear - even though she didn't have the proper equipment to do that. What a beautiful feeling.

As she came down from her high, still grasping at Yang's chest and length, she heard Weiss ask in a weak tone of voice, "Sounds like... somebody enjoyed herself... over there..."

Finally able to recover herself, the blonde brute laid back into the Faunus's arms. Now it was her turn to be needy and crave the contact, which she easily found. Stroking the hand upon her chest, she opened one eye to weakly gaze at the heiress and her rather sleepy sister, offering a small smug grin . "Look who's... talking..."

A matching smirk crossed the heiress's face, even as she yawned. "If I had... known you like it that much, maybe I would have... taken some Dust again."

"Well, now you don't need to," Blake snorted. "This little baby seemed to hit all the right spots for her. Didn't they?" The last bit had been directed at her partner as she cradled her close, not quite ready to withdraw the firm length. The mere thought of it being there sent thrills into her stomach, reduced though they were by her euphoric state.

"Y-yeah," an exhausted Yang responded, simply laying back against her beloved as she hummed contentedly. Even with such a large object inside her rear, she was still able to enjoy the warm embrace.

And get to the matter at hand. "So. You and Ruby huh?"

"Me and Ruby. And you and Blake." Shrugging very slightly, she asked, "Is that how things fall now? Are we just... pairing off?"

Blake made herself refrain from throwing her opinion out there. Of course she wanted Yang all to herself, but she was also completely content to share her. This was up to the two of them - to Yang and Weiss. To reassure her partner of this, she leaned in and kissed her shoulder gently - and silently.

And as Yang looked back to her battle partner, she could only smile, trying to reach her spare hand to ruffle through her hair. The decision was easy. Of course, she very much enjoyed her time with the heiress, and would miss their encounters; but she adored Blake's company. She couldn't be without her. That was the difference.

And from the looks of things, nor could Ruby with Weiss. As she watched her little sister continue to cuddle with the heiress, even in her blindfolded state, she knew the choice she had to make.

"Yeah. I think that's best."

A sense of loss swept over Weiss at their agreement, but still she nodded, sealing the deal. They were finished exploring each other for now. Maybe they would reevaluate things again in the future, but even if they didn't, she would never regret choosing Ruby and only Ruby.

"Great. Now both of you get over here and snuggle us, I'm getting cold."

Snorting, Blake asked without any real conviction, "Who said you were in charge? Besides, I thought Ruby was the team leader."

"Not in the bedroom," Ruby sleepily agreed, continuing to cuddle up to Weiss for a moment longer, but managing to pat to the spare side of her. "And I'm not taking this blindfold off till Yang’ s dick isn’t swinging in the breeze ."

"Fair deal," Yang agreed, quickly recollecting her clothes that were strewn across the tent. “I’ve seen enough of your dick to last a lifetime, too .” Even if Blake and Weiss were naked, none of the girls seemed to care. But Ruby and Yang had agreed that was their limit.

"My little prude," Weiss joked, earning her a poke in the ribs from the leader.

"I'll get the blanket," Blake announced as Yang settled in against Weiss's back. She did so right after sliding the harness down and off of her body, setting it aside to be washed in the morning. Then, on a whim, she settled in against Ruby's other side as she drew the blanket over all of them. It seemed oddly fitting, and that way she could look over the heads of the two shorter girls to her own partner.

In response, Yang reached over to her partner, having to stretch her arm over the younger girls to hold her properly. By which point, none of them cared. Especially not Ruby, once she had finally restored her vision by taking off the blindfold. Although her main cuddling interest was to stick with Weiss, she had no qualms with the other two joining in.

"Maybe... we could still do this part, sometimes." Clearing her throat, Weiss followed up by softly adding, "Or something. Just a thought."

"Maybe," Blake conceded into Ruby's hair. “Kinda nice.”

"Once in a blue moon." Ruby added, nuzzling forward into Weiss's chest intentionally. Even if Weiss's breasts were slight, Ruby did enjoy nuzzling herself in between them. "You know what my sex drive is like."

A strangled noise that also resembled a laugh burst from the heiress. "I- th-that's not- I meant the cuddling , not the rest!" A brief pause later, she glanced up at Blake's half-closed amber eyes. "Although..."

And right away, there was a small nudge into Weiss's back, caused by Yang's spare elbow. "Hey. Quit checkin' out my girlfriend."

"What? What did I say?!" But then she heard Blake chuckling, so she turned on her. "Seriously, what's so funny?"

"You couldn't handle me, Heiress."

"Hmph. I seem to recall doing that once before. " Reaching up from Ruby's shoulder just long enough to boop Blake's nose before returning it to its place, she said, "Like you could handle me ."

"As much as we just agreed to part ways, you’ve seen me handle Yang. I doubt you have anything she doesn’t."

“Today, I’m the one with the thing Weiss doesn’t have.” Yang then gave a small wink, snuggling into the heiress's side again. However she was feeling her eyes beginning to grow heavy. Perhaps the night had done more of a number to her system than she thought.

“Fine, fine,” Blake sighed comfortably.

“Meaning a Dust dick.”

“WE KNOW!” the other three chorused.

As Weiss felt herself joining her friends in slumber, the thought came to her that this long strange trip, all her contact with these different women, swapping of body parts... it all started with a single Dust accident. One that she wouldn't trade for the world. Even if it was mostly over with and they were settling into a more “normal” arrangement of pairs, it had been a lot of fun.

Plus, it had brought her Ruby in a way she could never have dreamed. That alone was worth all her holdings in her own family business combined, and then some. Regardless of whether or not the other three even heard her, the whisper of "I'm so lucky" seemed urgent. So she made sure it was spoken into the tent before she settled in to release her hold on consciousness.

But even as she drifted off to sleep, nude body sandwiched between her entire team, Weiss Schnee’s pale blue eyes flicked up toward the little crystal phial of Dust that was peeking out of her bag, and a coy smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Just because they were headed toward lives of monogamy didn’t mean they had to start right away.

It was going to be an interesting morning.

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