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purinfelix · 2 months

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gorgeous ˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: reader x joao felix summary: when a new player joins the team you manage media for, you're eager to make a good impression - that is, until you actually catch a glimpse of him warnings: none! w/c: 1k

a/n: i've actually had this fic in the works ever since i started this blog but never managed to finish it ... i had planned for it to be longer but i like this idea too much to spoil it through overwriting so here you go <;33

♪ now playing: gorgeous by taylor swift ♪

“I just,” you pause for a bit, eyes wondering around the empty locker room as you search for the right words, “I just don’t like him, alright?”

“Yeah, you’ve made that very clear by the fact that he’s all you’ve spoken about for the past fifteen minutes,” Pedri said sarcastically as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

You could only huff in response, fiddling with the ‘media advisor’ pass hanging from your neck. You were leaned against the doorframe of the locker room entrance, waiting for him as he did the final checks to make sure no one had left anything behind.

“What’s it to you anyways?” you piped up, trying your best to sound nonchalant as you did.

“He’s one of our newest players, and you’re part of our media team. It would certainly make things easier if the two of you got along.”

“Look, it’s not like I’m making a big deal out of it. I shook his hand, I smiled, and I took his pictures like I was supposed to. But that isn’t going to stop me from getting bad vibes from him, okay?”

“Alright, whatever you say,” Pedri said, though the slight upturn of his lip told you otherwise. Catching a glimpse of this expression prompted you to smack his shoulder playfully as you followed him out of the room and down the dimly lit hallway.

The ‘him’ in question was none other than one of Barcelona’s newest loan players: Joao Felix, to whom you had just been introduced to during an afternoon training session, and Joao’s first with his new team. Of course, the media crew had spent most of it following the pair of Joaos around, taking an endless slew of pictures and videos to commemorate their arrival.

The ‘him’ in question was no other than one of Barcelona’s newest loan players - Joao Felix, to whom you had just been introduced to during an afternoon training session, and Joao’s first with his new team. Of course, the media crew had spent most of it following the new pair around, taking picture after picture to commemorate their arrival, much to the dismay of the other players. You could’ve sworn you overheard Gavi mumbling to Fermin about how ‘unfair’ it was that the two newbies were getting so much attention and you couldn’t help but partially share his sentiment.

Even so, as a member of the team’s media crew you were determined to do your job to the best of your ability and make the best first impression possible. After the session itself had ended, you found your opportunity when you spotted Felix sitting alone, sipping from his water bottle. You walked over as casually as you could manage, and as non-awkwardly as a first-interaction between ‘coworkers’ could be. You only managed to get a few steps in his direction before he was alerted of your presence, causing his attention to turn from his bottle onto you, gaze locking onto yours.

You couldn’t describe the feeling as anything but pure shock. The greeting you had been planning in your head all afternoon seemed to disappear into thin air as soon as his eyes made contact with yours, and all that came out of your mouth was a soft, sort of strangled-sounding noise. You were frozen in place, fists clenching at your sides as your mind raced for something, anything to do.

Something to do about the embarrassing blush spreading across your face. About the quickening of your heart as it pounded in your chest. About the fact that he was looking right at you, and the fact that he was so … gorgeous. So insanely gorgeous and insanely smug, once he realised that your reaction was in fact his own fault - evidenced by the smirk spreading across his face.

“Can I help you?” his tone was low, teasing almost. He seemed to notice that you were frozen in place, standing up from his spot on the bench and deciding to meet you halfway, with smooth, easy movements. It all seemed to annoy you so much, that he could stand there and look so gorgeous, and be so seemingly aware of it too.

“Ah- well,” you began to struggle, internally cursing yourself for how flustered you sounded, “I just wanted to introduce myself, you know, since I’m part of the media crew here.”

You extended a shaky hand out to him, which he took, and you tried not to focus too much on the way his much larger hand enveloped your own.

“I’m Joao, but I’m guessing you already knew that,” the slight peak in his tone and raise of his eyebrow as he ended his sentence prompted you to return his firm grip as the two of you shook hands.

“Yeah, I did,” you say, a little sterner than you intended, all facade of civility having melted away and been replaced by pure irritation. Something about this guy, and his stupid smirk, and his dumb hair, and sparkling eyes, and strong hands and-

“Hey, Joao!” came the voice of one of your coworkers, who waved the player over with a clipboard in hand, likely to snap some more photos for the team’s social media. You felt his hand pull away from yours, ashamed at the momentary feeling of reluctance that struck you as it did. His gaze was still on you though, which you were so harshly reminded of as you locked eyes for a couple more excruciatingly difficult seconds.

“I’ll see you around then, nice to meet you.” One last flash of that smug smile was all you got before he was jogging off to your coworker, leaving you standing there, slack-jawed, cheeks flushed, hands a little sweaty yet clenched in frustration.

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flowerandblood · 11 months

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Just one more time (Oneshot)

[ modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, sexwork, anxiety, fluff ]

[description: A girl tries to cope with the idea, that she slept with someone for money. She can't forget about this man, but she decides to move on with her life. However, when she thinks, that this chapter of her life is closed, life crosses their paths again.]

This story is a continuation of Oneshot (Just this one time), but it can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She never thought she'd be able to sleep with a strange man for money. It turned out that she knew little about herself. She was horrified at the thought, but at the same time the relief when she transferred the money to her mother was gigantic.

Her mother asked her where she suddenly got so much money, but all she said was that she had taken a University loan. Her mother believed her and burst into tears of relief over the phone.

She kept thinking back to that day when he had come to her. She remembered every millimeter of his unusual, almost stone face. His long, blond hair, the disturbing eyepatch. Compared to his cold, terrifying body posture, his touch was gentle, subtle, respectful.

He let her take control, barely saying anything. She had a feeling he was just as scared as she was. She wondered if he had used similar services from other girls before. For some reason her heart tightened at the thought.

She couldn't understand what was happening to her then. How did it happen that from second to second she became more and more turned on, her heart and breath quickened, their tongues licked in a perverted, licentious way.

How was it possible that when she began to ride him, her whole inside tightened with pleasure, responding to his every caress. How he made her come as hard as she had ever felt in her life.

When it was over and she realized what she had just done, she felt nothing but emptiness. She couldn't control her tears and convulsions. She was shocked when he stayed with her at her request.

That he lay next to her for an hour, just hugging and stroking her, listening with her to the sounds of the busy street outside the window. She thought in surprise that she didn't want him to leave.

Eventually, however, someone called him, and they both returned to earth. When he hung up, they just looked away. He picked up his jacket from the ground, put it on, and left, closing the door softly. Then she burst into tears for a second time.

She immediately turned off the possibility of ordering anything on the portal where she shared her photos with men. She had a few more photos to take, overdue and prepaid. She didn't want to explain herself to these men and pay them back so resigned she looked in her closet again.

She took several photos of herself against a black background made of a sheet with flowers in her hair and in her hands, slightly revealing the outline of her breasts. She thought that she wanted to add some color of mourning. That she had lost something, some fragment of her innocence. She felt like the whole world knew what she had done.

In the evening when she processed the photos and sent them to clients, she decided to close her account on the portal and this chapter of her life. She shuddered when she saw, that she had some new messages in her inbox. Resigned, she clicked on notifications.

Most of them, as she supposed, were invitations to bed or to send someone her used clothes.

Her heart sank as she saw that one of the messages belonged to him. For a moment her hands hovered over the keyboard in uncertainty. She was supposed to shut it all out, but she still saw his face before going to sleep, smelled his perfume in her nose, felt his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her.

She felt him inside her.

She swallowed loudly. She couldn't help herself and clicked on the notification. After a moment a window opened with their earlier conversations and his new message, written a few hours ago. She saw, shocked, that he also wrote to her the same day they met and the day after.

Abyss: Are you okay? Your crying scared me. I know I shouldn't write to you. I just wanna know if you're alright.

Abyss: I'm begging you, tell me you didn't do anything to yourself or I'll go mad with worry.

Abyss: I saw that you blocked the possibility of placing orders so I assume that you will delete your account soon. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm glad you're okay.

For some reason, she covered her mouth as she read it feeling tears in her eyes again. Her heart was pounding like crazy, roaring in her ears.

She felt the grip of his arms again, his soothing voice as he stroked her hair. He really cared about her. She stared at the monitor for several minutes, hesitating whether to write anything back.

Several times she went to the profile tab, dedicated to deleting the entire account, then went back to his three messages and read them again.

She didn't want him to feel that he had hurt her. She felt being with him that at any moment she could ask him to stop. She knew he wouldn't take her by force. She thought he'd give her the full amount even if halfway through the act she said she couldn't do it.

She swallowed hard and started typing, the words popping up in her dialog box.

Ophelia: Sorry, I didn't see your messages. Yes, I want to delete this account and end this chapter. Thank you for being so concerned and for staying with me then. I needed it. You didn't hurt me. I want you to sleep soundly and not worry about it anymore.

She read her message several times and finally sent it. She felt her whole body tremble with emotion. She wondered if he would respond to that. She shuddered when she saw that he had immediately displayed her message.

He didn't reply for half an hour. She decided that she would make dinner and eat something during this time. That if he doesn't text her back by the morning she'll think everything has been cleared up between them, she'll close the account, and go back to her normal life.

She went back to the desk with the tomato and lettuce sandwiches and nearly choked on a bite when she saw, that he did answer. She quickly clicked on the notification to see his message.

Abyss: Is the insurance thing settled yet?

She blinked, wondering if she should talk to him about that. However, she decided that nothing bad would happen if she answered him.

Ophelia: Yes.

She took a bite of her sandwich, staring thoughtfully at the screen. She felt as if her whole belly was twisting with emotion and some strange, indescribable excitement. Like she was doing something forbidden.

Abyss: I'm glad. I wish you all the best.

Her heart tightened as she read his words. For some reason she wanted to cry again.

Ophelia: Me too. Sleep peacefully.

For some reason, she hoped he'd write back something else. However, when she refreshed the page, she saw that their messages had disappeared. There was only a notification that the person she was talking to had deleted her account. For some reason she burst into sobs seeing this. She deleted her account a few minutes later.

***

A few months passed, and she began to come back to herself. She decided that she had not hurt anyone, and the man she met was very cultured and respected her. The thought of it helped her in times of crisis, but she was comforted by the fact that she wasn't about to go back to it.

The man who came to her then appeared in her dreams, and she was glad to see him every time. When she woke up she felt sad and hurt for some reason.

A new semester of her studies has begun. Her schedule included a new class in a completely different building, dedicated to ancient philosophy. Her friends talked among themselves that they were led by an interesting, young doctoral student. When one of them said that he had one eye missing, she felt a cold sweat on her neck.

She thought it was impossible.

When it was time for their first class, she couldn't swallow anything in the morning. She felt her whole body tremble, told herself it must be someone else. However, when the door to the hall opened and he stood there, inviting everyone inside, she felt unable to move.

He swept them all with a cool, indifferent gaze, and when he saw her, standing with her notebooks hugged to her chest, he froze and turned pale, his pupil dilating in shock.

He looked down quickly and turned his head, swallowing hard. She saw his whole body tense. She thought that was why he had come over to her bookshelf that day. He saw the works of Aristotle and Plato which she discussed on ancient Greek literature.

Pursing her lips, she followed the rest of her classmates into a small lecture hall where the seats were stacked like an amphitheatre. Her friend waved her to sit next to her in the third row, and so she sat there, not knowing what to do with herself.

Like any teacher, he had to introduce himself by name. She then found out that the man she had fucked on her bed for money, who had sucked and kissed her breasts and made her come harder than ever, was named Aemond.

She swallowed hard as he went on to read the list. Each student in turn raised his hand when his name was read out. When she heard her name, she shivered all over.

She raised her hand slowly, unable to look at him. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her so intensely, pleadingly, that she thought he was going to pass out. She thought they were both equally distraught and terrified.

He cleared his throat and read on, then moved on to the topic of classes and an introduction to ancient philosophy. He walked as he spoke, not looking at them but at some point in front of him.

He gestured a bit, flipping the slide once in a while. She wrote down everything he said in her notebook, trying to concentrate. She felt her leg move involuntarily from the stress. She knew that the exam in this subject was oral. She wanted to cry just thinking about it.

After what felt like an endless class, she quickly began packing. She flinched as he approached her, slowly climbing the stairs. He didn't look at her as he spoke to her.

"Please, stay for a while after class." He said low and turned, walking back down to his desk. She swallowed loudly.

Her friends asked her what happened and whether to wait for her, but she said no. She waited until everyone left.

Aemond walked over to the door and closed it. She saw him run a hand over his face, squeezing his eye shut. She came down to him on soft legs with downcast eyes, ashamed and terrified. He called back to her after a moment.

"I didn't know you were studying here. I swear." He spoke softly and low, his voice trembling slightly. She looked at him in surprise. She hadn't even thought of that. She swallowed softly, trying to make any sound.

“I know. Don't worry.” She said without looking at him, trying to hide how her legs and arms were shaking. "I won't say anything to anyone."

She could feel him looking at her. She was afraid of that look, but she couldn't help herself and lifted her head. His gaze was intense, resigned, tired. His jaw was clenched, his whole body tense and stone.

“If you want, I'll let you take the written exam instead of the oral one. For your comfort." He said quickly, looking away, rubbing his fingers against himself involuntarily.

She looked at them and felt a shiver, remembering those hands clenched on her thighs, on her buttocks. Something in her gaze must have betrayed her, because she saw his mouth part slightly, his gaze clouded, unsure. There was an awkward silence between them.

"Everyone will ask why I'm the only exception. We'll only get the attention of others." She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly, her heart pounding harder and harder. She felt like she was about to pass out.

They looked at each other. Only now did she notice that they were both breathing through their mouths. She shuddered at the thought, felt her nipples harden under her dress. She saw his gaze immediately flick there, his chest heaving uneasily.

He looked at her face again, and she, desperate, felt wetness between her thighs. She wondered why she felt this way. She thought she had to leave, but she couldn't move.

She wanted this. She wanted him to fuck her on his desk.

She saw him squeeze his eye shut and turn his head away. She thought that maybe if she did it now that event from a few months ago would completely change its meaning.

It will change their relationship from subject to personal.

She moved closer to him, her legs felt like jelly. He watched in horror as she sat on his desk and slid her underwear to the floor. He opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first.

“I will prepare well for the exam. You'll give me whatever grade you see fit. I will not miss any classes. But I need it. The feeling that it wasn't just a cold deal back then." She whispered pleadingly, her chest heaving uneasily.

They stared at each other with wide eyes, breathing uneasily. He opened and closed his mouth as if a fierce battle was going on in his head.

“I…you are my student. I don't want to hurt you again." He spoke so quietly that she barely heard him. For some reason what he said touched her.

"You will not hurt me." She whispered, her lips slightly parted, her insides, hot and wet, pulsating around nothing.

"I'm so wet, Aemond." She said helplessly. He trembled at her words, his gaze involuntarily darted towards her thighs, covered from him only by the thin material of her dress. She looked down at his pants and saw that he was completely hard.

It was enough that she slightly parted her thighs, and he came to her suddenly, gripping her hair tightly. He dug into her lips so greedily that she moaned into his mouth, surprised.

He kissed her with a wet, loud sound as his other hand pressed her against him, her wet inside pressing against his throbbing manhood. They both moaned loudly at the sensation, and she was delighted to hear him quickly undo his pants.

"Are you sure?" He whispered softly, but she just shoved her tongue into his mouth, panting heavily with him. He gave in and let her pull his pants down enough to free his swollen, throbbing cock.

She directed him immediately at herself, both squeezed their eyes shut. They moaned helplessly as his tip began to push against her hot entrance.

He entered her slowly, stretching her wet, fleshy insides, clenching greedily on him. She was so wet that despite how big he was, he slid into her without a problem.

They both gasped loudly and leaned back slightly as his large hands closed around her hips and he began to thrust her in a fast, steady rhythm. He stretched her insides to the limit, entering her so deep that she couldn't catch her breath.

"Yes, yes, yes" She panted helplessly, surprised at herself and him, at how shamelessly they fucked, at how aroused she was by the sound of his thighs slapping wetly against her ass every time he shoved his cock inside her again.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I dreamed for months about fucking your wet pussy again." He panted helplessly, apparently not caring anymore about who and where they were, thinking only about fucking her, of pushing her tight walls apart with his swollen cock.

She put her hands on the back of the desk, her hips responding to his every thrust, half lying half sitting, at such an angle that he rubbed her where she felt the greatest pleasure.

His thumb massaged her wet skin around her clit with slow, drawn strokes, the complete opposite of his aggressive, deep thrusts. She began to throb around him, closer to orgasm, her nipples so painfully hard that she simply slid her dress off her shoulders, exposing them to him.

He moaned at the sight, pulled her to him, his mouth greedily pressing down on her nipple, sucking it hungrily. She tightened her hand on his hair, the other supporting her body, burying his face into her breast. She parted her mouth in delight, thrusting into his hard, swollen cock with all the strength she had in her hips.

"Cum inside me." She mumbled, and he shivered all over. "Cum in me as deep as you want."

She heard his loud moan, muffled by the skin of her breasts around which he tightened his lips. He came hard, his hot sperm spilling inside her, his body quivering all over in pleasure.

Feeling it and the pressure of his fingers on her clit, she squeezed her eyes shut, leaning back and moaned helplessly as a wonderful, intense orgasm washed over her body in warm, tickling waves. They both moved for a moment longer, purring and breathing softly, fulfilled and delighted.

She felt him let her breast out of his mouth and pressed his face against her sternum, holding her tightly, hugging her to him. She returned his hug, clasping his head in her arms, running her fingers through his soft hair. She inhaled his scent, the same intense perfume that he had had back then.

"Do you take birth control pills?" He asked low, terrified.

"Of course." She whispered, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, hugging her tighter. They stayed like that for a moment, his cock throbbing lightly deep inside her. After a while she heard his voice.

"I've thought about you every day since we did this." He spoke low, embarrassed and unsure how she would react to his words.

She swallowed loudly and stroked his hair tenderly, not believing what they had done.

"I thought about you too." She whispered. They both hugged painfully tight. She thought that she would like to stay with him like this. His scent and touch soothed her.

"I don't want to stop." He spoke suddenly, so quietly she wondered if she had misheard. But after a while he repeated it. "I don't want to stop. Even after your exams. I want to see you."

She felt a strong shiver run through her at his words. For some reason a warmth spread over her heart. A sense of relief that she wasn't trying to drown out her remorse.

She really felt something for him then.

"I want to see you too. I want to be yours."

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Boss

Let’s be honest I am around booktok too much, but mmmmhm vampires, amirite?

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Vampire x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Innuendos, Violence (Biting Mention, Death Mention off-screen, Whipping Mention, Blood Mention), Slavery in terms of vampires being superior over humans, Mention of selling blood for services, “Blood Virgins/Blood Mates”, Reader gets brought up under cult-like circumstances, Reader is supposed to get auctioned off

Prompt: @sintember Taboo - Polite, civilised people don’t do these sorts of things. But some choose not to care.

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The sound of laughter and glasses clinking together reached you.

A bustle of noise, hushed voices, and polite questions echoed through the room. You were all the more receptive to it, with your eyes blindfolded and your senses sharpening. The air was heavy with cigar smoke and flowery perfumes, and despite not being able to see, you felt a strong light shine down on you as you kneeled on the floor, two burly men standing next to you and keeping you sitting upright.

Even though you knew what was going to happen, you gulped, feeling nervous.

You had waited for this day for the better part of your—still young—life. Your coming of age had been ritualized and celebrated, and you were washed, clothed, and prepared for the occasion. Many nights you had wished the day would never come. The other girls and boys you grew up with and lived with until your early adulthood, liked to tell horror stories about your future as much as they liked to romanticize all of it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, revered guests!" The booming voice coming close to you made you flinch, tearing you out of your memories. You had been waiting for this moment all your life, but it still surprised you, perhaps a given without being able to see. The voices around you slowly died down, a few last laughs being exchanged before the room got quiet, and you heard your heartbeat quicken, resulting in a constant thrumming in your head.

"We've come together today to decide the fate of our lovely blood virgin!"

Fingers brushed beneath your jaw, urging you to let your head fall back and show your neck. The touch of who you assumed must have been the auctioneer was almost reverently gentle, which made sense for ware as precious as you were. Truth be told, you never thought of yourself as especially pretty or incredibly clever. Still, the delightful moans going through the crowd as you presented your perfectly unscathed neck went straight to your ego, tingling your core and sending heat to your head which seemed to rouse the people's passion even more.

People might have been a stretch. In a world ruled by vampires, someone like you—a blood virgin, unbitten and kept locked away until you were ripe to be sold—was a delicacy. Usually, every remaining human had a bite or a dozen on them, selling their blood for loans and protection. Even your instructors had them, and you weren't shielded from the ugly truths about how much biting hurt and how humans were barely better than cattle to vampires. That was, frankly said, what scared you.

Someone like you, who was prepared from childhood to be property, had no rights and no means of saving yourself from what was to come. Sure, the other blood virgins liked to dream about being taken in as personal blood slaves to some wealthy, handsome vampires that would spoil them and treat them as well as a human could be expected to be treated. But you didn't believe in that. You only believed in the screams you heard as you walked to the room your big sister had been brought to after her auction. No one had stood guard, and you fearfully took a glimpse through the keyhole. Only to hear gurgles and see… blood. So much blood.

Your sister never came back.

Even when they tried to tell you she was merely taken to the vampire that bought her, you didn't believe it after what you saw. And you didn't believe there was any hope for you either. When the touch of the auctioneer slipped beneath the velvety blindfold, you wished you could have kept it on. You didn't want to see the faces of murderers enjoying their lives. You didn't want to see the vampire that would take you from your home. You had been trained for this occasion your whole life, but in the end, you weren't ready.

No matter how well they had whipped good behavior into your body, you couldn't do it. When the blindfold lifted from your face, appreciative murmurs going through the mass below the stage, your world seemed to slow down. For a few seconds, your anxiety made everything come to a halt as you breathed heavily. The spotlight shining down on you hurt your eyes, and you couldn't see anything really, in the darkness below the stage you were on. But in a moment of fear-induced clarity, you knew this was your only chance. The only moment they didn't expect you to act.

Before you could think it through, you bolted.

Slipped right out of the guards' grip and pushed aside the gentle auctioneer, not even having seen that man's face if he even was one. Your feet lost their footing as you couldn't see where the stage ended, dropping you off the edge into soft but smelly carpet floor. Your body was pounding blood through it, making it thrum in your ears and filling you with adrenaline. The sound of the crowd gasping in surprise barely reached you as your mind was filled with the symphony of your body and the desire to escape.

You got up before anyone could reach you in time, just running forward despite not seeing anything in the darkness yet. Vaguely, the humanoid shapes of the guests darted by you as you hoped to reach the end of the room to escape it. You'd not end up like your sister. That was your only thought as you hurled your body into a door, fumbling to find a door handle to push it open.

This wasn't normal. You shouldn't have to accept your fate as cattle for vampires, a blood bank for just one night. Even if all your life led up to this moment, no one should have the right to treat you as less than worthy of living. It was insane to just sit and wait for someone to buy you so they could drink your blood and kill you when they had no use for you anymore. You never even kissed someone, much less experienced the world outside of the walls of the monastery where you were kept!

Finally, you managed to push the door open, slipping out the smallest gap you managed to pry open while you felt dozens of hands reach for you from behind. Hungry, greedy hands wanting to pull you back and devour you with hair and skin. They didn't care if you got hurt or even if you were still alive when they got to you, but now that you broke the most important rule—absolute obedience—you were free game. Monsters. All of them!

But you did it! You escaped them! And as you threw the door back in its lock behind you, a smile of relief painted your lips, knowing you made it. Your body's ache returned as you blindly ran into solid matter, forcing you to stumble back against the door as the way forward was blocked off. Not even your hands could have saved you from the wall right where you slipped out, and your senses slowly returned, the adrenaline running dangerously low now that you felt accomplished. Behind you, growly, angry vampires crashed into the wood, shaking the door and slamming their fists into it, no one managing to actually open the exit in their frenzy. All while you stayed still as a mouse, listening to their curses and then a tongue clicking right before you.

"Well-behaved and trained blood slaves don't act this way, you know? Running and creating a fuss. For what? You think you can outrun them?"

You flinched as someone crashed into the wood at your back, the man talking to you taking a step forward, caging you between him and the door, keeping the exit barred with his strength. No, once again, this was no man. With a soothing, deep voice and an expensive scent coming from him, he couldn't be human. Hesitantly, you allowed yourself to look up from beneath your lashes, the spare lightning in the hallway barely enough to illuminate all of his body. Expensive metal accessories decorated him, throwing back the light at you, but the rest was coated in darkness with only the red of his eyes shining through.

It might have been naive to think you could escape, but at least, you had nothing to lose now.

"Civilized and decent beings wouldn't auction off blood virgins into their death."

"Oh?" he hummed, amused by you speaking back. Even if your voice was barely more than a whisper and a shaky one at that, your words seemed to have reached him. Inwardly, however, you cringed. Talking back to a vampire was a big no-no, and this taboo had been burned into your very soul. Even though... you had to admit it felt kind of good to finally speak your mind. You felt his hand fall to your hair, letting the strands you had been forced to grow out, glide through his fingers, his touch running cold shudders down your spine. Without being able to see him properly and predict his movements, everything felt so much worse again, like you were back on the stage, blindfolded and devoted to your duty.

"But we don't kill our blood virgins, you know?" he tried to explain, but it only made you angrier. Of course, he'd say that.

"Liar!" you barked, surprising yourself at how strong the word left you. But you meant it, and seeing him recoil in surprise for a split second felt like a victory. If you could at least shock one of them before your inevitable death, you already achieved more than most blood virgins.

"I am not a liar," he hissed, leaning forward and pressing his body into yours. "I can't speak for everyone, but a blood virgin is a commitment forever. Once we drink the blood of one, it's the only blood we'll want, and they become our blood mates for the rest of their lives. Do you understand?"

Your mind was fighting against you to believe him, but somehow, his words sounded more genuine than you expected them to be. He spoke them with pride and conviction. Clearly, he could be lying, his honeyed voice trying to soothe you for the bite, but why would he say these things then?

"It's an obsession, pure delightful need that we want to constantly satisfy. You humans would call it… love? We want our blood mates to always be around us, and no one is allowed to touch or taste them except us. Much less kill them, little human."

"I…" you mumbled, trying to process the information you were given. But all of this didn't change your mind about the whole thing. "I don't want that… I would rather die than be someone's property like this."

"We'll see about that," he huffed, his hand gripping your arm as he pulled you back into his chest, finally allowing the door to open, bodies falling out of it that you assumed were the staff members. They groaned and slowly got up, but their sounds fell silent just as quickly, and a voice you recognized as the auctioneer perked up, hesitantly addressing the man that pressed you against his body.

"S-Sir! What a pleasure to see you! We had a small hiccup, but the auction will resume any second now!"

"No need," he waved him off, and you felt his cold hand grip the clothes you were wearing, giving off a possessive vibe. "I will take this one for myself. The auction is off; you can send everyone home."

"B-But, Boss…" the auctioneer stammered, and your eyes widened, body tensing as goosebumps erupted all over your skin hearing the auctioneer call this man his boss. Without much regard for the poor auctioneer left to handle all the angry guests grumbling behind him, you were dragged away by the auction boss, the one in charge of raising and selling the blood virgins. The most evil one of them all.

And as you stared into his face, occasionally lit by the lights in the hallway and too handsome for such a creature, no signs of aging or care about anything other than his selfish desires, his eyes found yours, a grin curling on his lips.

"We'll see if you'll still refuse to be mine when I give you pleasure beyond what you'll ever know. One you'll never get from anyone but me, Darling."

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KimChay prompt

I give you: Soulmate AU

Everyone has a timer in their wrist that shows how many days your soulmate has left to live

For Chay the timer changes every day but the number of days is never more than one year. Chay is very, very concerned for his soulmate and the kind of life he is living.

For Kim, he's convinced that his soulmate is also part of the Mafia or something worse because his timer is just weird. This morning his soulmate had over 50 years left, but something happened between 9am and 9:25am so now his soulmate is gonna die by the end of the week! Then, before lunch his timer changes again and Kim's soulmate will live for another 89 years

How do you think Kim would react to Chay? Just normal, kind, brave, zero situational awareness Chay who hasn't realized how many times he's been about to die

Also Helloo Hiiii how are you?

Hiiiiii, Hellooooo, I'm doing okay other than all this writer's block haha. Onto the timer soulmates!!

Kim wakes up in unfamiliar territory and nearly jolts up before he realizes the uncomfortable feeling below him is a pullout couch and the comforting weight on top of him is Chay.

His maybe-probably soulmate.

Warmth spreads across his cheeks when he realizes they spent all night pressed up against each other like this. Trying not to jostle Chay, Kim checks his watch. The time, 7:00AM, is expected for his internal body clock. Then he pulls down the wristband on his watch and checks his timer, 20:05:03:23:15, which is not expected.

Twenty years? When he fell asleep last night, the boy in his arms had fifty some odd years left to live, and this morning it’s down to twenty?

The timer changes sometimes, everyone’s does. The mechanics are still a bit of a mystery to the world, but it’s a guarantee that when a timer runs out, that person’s soulmate dies. It seems like Kim’s timer fluctuates more than other people’s, but Chay hadn’t led the safest life even before he started hanging out with the third son of Thailand’s biggest mafia family.

Actually, when Kim suspected Chay’s magnetic pull was more than just a simple crush on Kim’s part, he made a phone call ensuring all the Kittisawat debts were paid off and any loan sharks in the area knew Chay was protected.

On that day Kim’s timer jumped from a worrisome ten years to a more comfortable fifty.

That would have been more than enough for most people to prove they were soulmates, but Kim maintains a healthy amount of doubt. Or denial rather.

He doesn’t want Chay tied to him. His little intervention took a whole week of planning to make the orders look like they were coming from someone other than Kim. He doesn’t want his family finding out Chay is important, it’s too dangerous for Chay to get involved with them. This morning is proof of it, their deepening relationship is taking decades off of Chay’s life.

The boy in his arms begins to stir, and then stills suddenly. The corner’s of Kim’s lips twitch up when he feels Chay’s breaths quicken as he likely realizes he’s sleeping half on top of Kim, and then forcibly slow down again.

“Why are you pretending to be asleep?” Kim finds himself asking. He hadn’t even planned to break their peaceful silence, but he’s a little obsessed with Chay and desperate to understand what goes on in his mind.

Chay answer about barely believing any of this is real is like a knife to Kim’s heart, because it’s not. Kim is hiding so many things from him. He hasn’t even mentioned to Chay his thought that they might be soulmates, and that’s the least of the things Kim is keeping from him.

Chay unknowingly twists that knife when he looks up at Kim with his big, lovely eyes and asks Kim if he loves Chay. He’s never looked at the timer on Chay’s timer, but he thinks it probably just lost a decade of time.

He doesn’t respond to Chay’s question, instead sending him off to fetch breakfast for them.

Kim should leave, he tells himself as Chay cooks. He should leave and never return. It’s better to know Chay is out in the world without him, than have to live in a world where Chay is dead because Kim was greedy with him.

When the doorbell rings, Kim makes his decision. He’ll slip out while Chay isn’t looking, and never come near him again.

Then he hears Chay scream, and walking away isn’t an option.

He fights tooth and nail, but he let his guard down too much and he’s not prepared to fight. Chay’s cries have made him frantic and erratic, and he knows he’s leaving holes in his defenses. Just as he’s starting to get his fighting brain turned on he gets tazed. It hurts like a bitch but he keeps going, fighting back as he gets tazed again.

He goes down. The last thing he sees is Chay helplessly splayed on the ground.

When he wakes up Chay is gone.

Kim’s timer reads 00:00:05:08:15.

Five days.

If Kim does nothing, Chay will die in five days.

He won’t let his happen.

He picks up the phone and dials the number he swore he’d never call for help again.

Kim watches the seconds tick away on his timer with as the call rings.

“Kim?” Kinn asks curtly when he picks up.

Kim takes a deep breath. “I need help,” he utters.

His timer jumps. 89:03:12:06:45

#kimchay #bard writes #kinnporsche #inbox open for prompts

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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Lakehouse Loving

On the Ninth Day of Nutmas, fruitcoops gave to you: smut from the Cubs’ honeymoon!

This is the first time I’ve ever written O’Knutzy smut outside of server story spams--big big big thank you to @arrowofcarnations and @heyitssmiller for doing a readthrough and assuaging my fears. You are both outstanding Cubs writers (and more importantly, friends). Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut and oodles of cutie goodness

The door opened and closed. Logan smiled, tilting his face up toward the water. Rustling followed; the shower curtain crinkled as it moved; a warm body pressed up along his back, big hands settling on his hips. “Mmm, bonjour,” he sighed.

“Hey, cher,” Leo murmured into a kiss above his ear as Logan rested his head against a sharp collarbone and cracked an eye open. Leo’s hair was darkening already, turning from spun sugar to gold beneath the spray. His eyes glittered with amusement, and he pressed a last kiss to Logan’s forehead before taking the soap from the caddy and lathering it between his palms.

“I was using that,” Logan noted.

Leo nuzzled into his cheek; he didn’t even try to keep down a smile. It had been an impossible task, as of late. The soap made Leo’s hands slick when he slid them up Logan’s arms and down his sides, then around his waist to cup his ass.

“Can I help you?” he laughed.

A light squeeze of Leo’s hands made his stomach curl pleasantly. “Harzy’ll be back soon.”

“Oui.”

“I know you like him sweaty, but I have an idea.”

Logan grinned.

“Babes, I’m home!” Finn called, kicking his shoes off and tossing his keys on the side table at the same time. Leo hardly spared him a hum of acknowledgment as he scanned a page of his cookbook against the kitchen island, pink-cheeked from the crackling fire in the living room and the warmth of Logan plastered to his back. Finn caught Logan’s eye and shot him a wink. “Hey, good-lookin’.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“Shower,” Leo reminded without looking up.

Finn blew him a kiss. “Always do, sweetness.”

The pipes creaked and hissed for a moment before settling down—Finn stripped out of his damp clothes while the water warmed up and contemplated calling for his boys to join him, then thought better of it. Leo seemed pretty absorbed in his recipe, and Logan would pout if he tried to coax him away from cuddles. The mere thought was unbearable.

His fingers and toes tingled when he stepped under the spray and he hummed to himself, flexing his hands to get blood flowing again. The flight from Gryffindor to Madison had made him restless—he was grateful for the wide, winding trails that surrounded the cabin. Leo had shooed him out with a fond go on, Lo’s still showering and a kiss that kept him warm for the next fifteen minutes, even as he jogged past foot-high snowbanks. Finn smiled to himself as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Nearly a decade of loving Leo Knut so much his chest ached with it, and he would never tire of his pure sunshine heart.

It was sweet that he got to have some one-on-one time with Logan, too. None of them had been able to stray far from each other since the wedding; Finn rubbed an absent thumb over his ring and felt giddiness swell in his whole body, quickening his pulse that had only just begun to calm. They were saving the big ceremony for the summer, but once the certificate was approved, none of them had the heart to wait for a honeymoon. All the documents called it ‘domestic partnership’—the vocabulary didn’t matter. They were married in every way they cared about. Leo and Logan would be his forever, and he would be theirs, and that was that.

Finn had thought he found the peak of happiness at age 24. Months from his 31st birthday, he couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

He grabbed the nearest washcloth (still damp, definitely Logan’s) and scrubbed at the back of his neck. Remus was kind enough to loan them his family’s cabin for the week, but it made him wonder. A little place of their own for weekend getaways wouldn’t be so bad. God knew they had enough disposable income for it, and with Leo’s retirement on the horizon…yeah, that wasn’t a bad idea at all. He loved coming home to Leo studying his recipes like holy books while Logan—

“OH MY GOD!”

The shower pipes squeaked in protest as he wrenched the water off and stumbled out of the tub, snatching a towel off the rack before hurrying back to the kitchen. He could hear them laughing all the way down the hall.

“You—motherfucker!” Finn accused, jabbing his finger at Logan.

“Leo, actually,” Logan said with an innocent kiss to Leo’s shoulder. “You should know that by now.”

“You did this on purpose!” he sputtered. “That’s why you wanted me out of the house! You didn’t care about getting my energy out! This was a trap!”

Leo blinked at him, smiling sweetly where he was stretched over the kitchen island. His arms were long enough that he could hold on to the opposite edge; his fingers flexed on the old wood when Logan ground into him deeper. In the five minutes Finn had been gone, both of them had abandoned their shirts. Their pants, it seemed, had never been involved in the equation.

��You can still get your energy out, cher,” Leo said with a gleam in his eye. “Are you gonna watch, or are you gonna get over here and kiss me?”

“I don’t know,” Logan cut in, giving Leo’s hips a playful squeeze. “It took him a while to notice.”

Finn opened and closed his mouth twice before any words came out. “Hey,” he finally whined. “I didn’t even get to wash my hair.”

Leo gave a catlike stretch and beckoned him over. “Later. Where’s my kiss, hubs?”

Hubs. Finn felt himself sway before the rest of Leo’s request caught up to him—he abandoned the towel and hurried over to pull him close, taking in Leo’s contented sigh like ambrosia. Logan laughed beside them and Finn felt a hand at his lower back a moment later, followed by a kiss to his bicep. It sent lightning down his spine like the very first time. “Do I get one, too?”

“Mmm—one sec,” Finn mumbled as Leo’s tongue swept forward. His stomach felt tingly, his hands restless; he wanted to touch. Leo practically purred when he reached out to stroke along the stretch of his spine. “You’re beautiful.”

“Your hands are cold,” Leo whispered into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with a playful growl. “Bet I can warm them up.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

A high, shocked noise escaped Leo at a quick thrust from Logan; Finn felt the hand on his back draw him closer, fingertips tracing tantalizing circles over the sensitive skin before coming around to walk up his chest. He watched them, openmouthed, until Logan caught his jaw between two fingers and guided him in for a kiss that would have melted his teenage self through the floor.

I died, he thought wildly as Logan cupped the back of his neck and deepened the kiss. A crazed chipmunk got me on my run, and I’ve died and gone to heaven. Logan’s heavy breaths fanned over his skin, matching the rhythm of his thrusts into Leo. Heat radiated off them like a furnace; Finn wanted to crawl inside it and never leave. He put a hand out for balance and felt Leo’s moan vibrate up his arm where it was braced between his shoulders.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, already dazed from a lack of blood flow upward.

“No, no, no,” Leo groaned. “Hold me, hold me—uh, Lo.”

Logan broke the kiss in spite of Finn’s whine and turned to bite a mark into the hinge of his jaw. The momentary pinch sent pleasure flashing through every nerve—Logan’s satisfied hum and swipe of his thumb over a surely-blooming bruise made Finn shudder. “You want me to—” He broke off, licking his lips while the kitchen came back into focus. Logan arched an amused brow. “You want me?”

“I always want you,” Logan said affectionately. His rings were smooth on Finn’s skin, breaking up the rough pattern of his calluses. “But I think someone else needs attention right now, mmm?”

“I do,” Leo answered immediately. He gave a shimmy of his hips, working further backward onto Logan’s cock until he got a swat for his troubles.

Finn blinked at him. Blinked again. “Oh!” There were those neurons he had lost. Goddamn Logan Tremblay, stealing his thoughts for 13 years running. “Oh, right, yeah, of course baby.”

The hardwood made his knees ache when he knelt; Logan was kind enough to nudge a pair of discarded sweatpants toward him. It really was so rude of them to start without him, but he couldn’t complain. The view was pretty great, sandwiched between Leo’s thick thighs and the kitchen island. He nibbled and kissed the soft, pale skin, tasting soap and sweat as he went. Leo whimpered quietly at the first lick to the underside of his cock, but Finn only took the first inch of him into his mouth before returning to worshipping his favorite pair of legs.

Leo’s knees were already bent slightly to accommodate their position when Finn wrapped his hands around the backs, holding him steady. The muscles of his lower stomach jumped and shivered—he sucked a line of faint marks down Leo’s Adonis belt before biting a little harder at the divot in his hip. It always made him howl when they gripped him tighter there, and sure enough, a broken noise was muffled somewhere above him. Finn shifted his knees more comfortably on his sweatpants-pillow and went to work.

Was he devoted to his boys—his husbands—like a priest to an altar? Yes. Would he spend the rest of his life loving them and letting their words of praise pour over him? Without a doubt. Was he opposed to employing his education as a college slut to the loves of his life?

Leo’s short shout at the flicker of Finn’s tongue on his tip confirmed the answer: absolutely fucking not.

Finn had never given someone a blowjob until Leo and Logan. To be honest, it had been daunting even with them. But then they told him things like pretty mouth and pretty face and you take me so well and…safe to say, his curriculum had expanded. Finn savored the slide of Leo’s cock over his tongue, the light press against the back of his throat. What he lacked in a talent for taking them deep, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. And his hands. They did like his hands an awful lot.

Leo’s breaths punched out of him in rhythmic wheezes that set Finn’s pace like a metronome. He bobbed his head faster, jacked Leo quicker, thumbed below his balls where he could feel Logan so hot and so close it made his head spin. “Oh my god—oh my god—” Leo choked out, knees buckling. “FinnFinnFinnFinn god keep going.”

Finn moaned softly. Precum spilled from Leo in a steady stream as his cock grew heavy, silky-smooth in Finn’s mouth while he worked along the underside. Logan’s thighs flexed in his periphery and his mouth watered at the rumble of his voice pouring pure French filth into Leo’s ear. Logan’s hand disappeared from its place holding Leo by the waist and Finn closed his eyes at the strangled groan that followed.

“You like that?” Logan asked, a smile in his voice. Finn’s cock throbbed. Yes. “Come on, mon cher, use your words.”

I can’t, he thought for a half-second before Leo’s noises picked up again. “Yeah—yeah—yes,” Leo panted. “Oh, fuck, so full.”

He could hear the sound of Logan’s lips finding freckled skin for a chaste kiss. “Harzy’s being good for you, too.”

Leo’s whimper of agreement was drowned out by Finn’s involuntary moan. Yes I am, yes I am.

“You’re so clever,” Logan continued, his accent thick like syrup. Finn exhaled hard through his nose at the pulse in his cock and gripped Leo’s thighs tighter. He would not risk going off this early, no matter how addictive this feeling was. A big hand threaded into his hair and his jaw relaxed instinctively; Logan petted the damp wisps out of his face. “So clever, pinotte, with your plans. Pour toujours, oui?”

A low sound tore from Leo and warmth spilled into Finn’s mouth without warning. He swallowed over and over until a hand, clumsier than Logan’s, pushed him off by covering half his face. His knees were numb; he licked his lips again, foggy and so hard it almost hurt.

Only the lower part of Leo’s face was visible when he looked up—pink colored his chest, neck, and cheeks while sweat made him glimmer in the orange light. His chest heaved with harsh breaths and Finn rested the back of his head against the cabinets to admire the marks along his trembling thighs. “So handsome,” he sighed, a little hoarse. His jaw was going to ache when he came back down to Earth.

Leo smiled, the adorable, bashful one he got when he was particularly pleased with himself. The rest of his face appeared a second later when he rested his forehead on the edge of the counter and brushed his thumb down Finn’s nose. “You look good down there, sugar.” Something sparked in his eye. “Mon mari.”

Finn kissed the inside of his knee. “What’s that one?”

“Husband,” they said together.

“Oh, big fan.”

“Good,” Leo hummed, still tracing his face. “I think I want to use it for a while.”

Finn grinned. “Is that so?”

“Sure is.”

“Gonna need to make it legal.”

He heard Logan snort; Leo’s grin grew. “Already did.”

His knees panged and wobbled when he stood to taste that smile, but Leo caught him neatly under the arms with a hand stretched out so they wouldn’t topple. Behind him, Logan made a noise of interest; Finn jumped at the light pinch to his hip. “How was your run?”

“ ‘s good.” Leo turned his head to kiss down the length of his neck and blood rushed south again. “So good.”

“Any bears?” A kiss feathered his collarbone, sweetened by Logan’s grin. “Moose?”

“Saw—hmm, birds, mostly.” Finn ran his palms up and down Leo’s sides, following the lines of his ribs and squishy muscle. “Couple squirrels.”

Their mouths met at the hollow of his throat and he bit the inside of his cheek at the sound. “You’ll have to show us around,” Leo murmured as he gently crowded Finn against the counter. Fingertips crept over his sensitive waist, growing closer by the second to the place he needed them.

“Lo, you—” A moan was stifled by Leo’s mouth and a tremor ran through Finn’s whole body. He wanted to brace against the kitchen island, wanted to pull Leo close to kiss him breathless, wanted to reach back to drag Logan in and take him apart. He let himself sink for a few more seconds, then drew back an inch. “Lo, your turn?”

Leo’s smirk was world-ending. “Like I’d let him go before filling me up.”

“Already got mine, rouge,” Logan confirmed, nibbling his bicep.

Finn cracked a lazy smile. “Since when has that ever stopped you?”

Logan’s laugh was loud in the otherwise-quiet cabin; Finn opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of his nose scrunching before he pushed his face into Leo’s back, like he was hiding from them both. “He’s got you pinned, Tremblay,” Leo teased, turning to look over his shoulder.

Logan’s eyes gleamed. “You still won’t take my name, hmm?”

“We’ll roll dice.” Leo lowered his voice and bent to nudge their noses together. “Maybe rock, paper, scissors.”

“Get over here,” Finn breathed. “God, both of you, c’mere.”

Logan found his mouth first, gathering the back of Finn’s hair in his hand to bring him down into a bruising kiss that was soon soothed by the peppering of plush lips over his entire face. “I’ll put it on my email signature,” Logan said into his cheekbone. Finn fought to keep his eyes open. “Logan O’Hara-Knut. Has a nice ring to it.”

“Paint it on the mailbox, get it printed on a door sign,” Leo suggested. Fuck me. Finn whined as Leo gave him a light stroke and heard him laugh. “Yeah, baby, you love that domestic shit.”

“Mmph, I do, I do, I fucking—” Finn’s breath hitched when Leo squeezed gently. “—love you, oh my god.”

And they were right, was the thing; he was a romantic through and through. Their names on the mailbox might just make him keel over from joy. The mere thought of it was giving him a raging boner. He pressed the side of his face to Logan’s and clutched Leo’s shoulder as Leo picked up speed, moving smoothly along his shaft with the occasional tease of his tip that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach tumble.

Finn breathed through it, pulling the feeling out to the dregs. Logan mouthed at him, any bit of skin he could reach, and the scent of his sweat and shampoo made Finn dizzy with love. Or, not his shampoo—Leo’s. His thoughts flooded with the idea of them in the shower together, big hands sliding over wet, slick skin, steam curling around them, water burying their moans…

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” he shuddered out. A noise caught in his chest when Leo squeezed him again, then released him. His cock throbbed against his lower belly; he could feel himself twitch every few seconds and focused on keeping his feet on solid ground while Logan scratched along the back of his neck. His skin was so soft beneath Finn’s hands it didn’t feel real. This would be the most beautiful dream, he thought hazily. Logan gasped at the swipe of his thumb over his hole. This would be a dream I would live in forever.

“Mon mari.” It was clumsy on his tongue, but Logan’s moan went low and rumbly. “Je t’aime.”

“Look at you,” Leo said fondly. He pressed along Finn’s back a beat later, already half-hard again against his ass. The slide of his hands was fucking covetous; he handled Finn like he was made of stained glass, kissed him like the most delicate statue. His nose was cold when it pressed behind Finn’s ear. “Sweet thing, learning just for us.”

Logan’s fingers traced the dripping head of his cock and Finn let out a harsh exhale. “You sound good, mon amour.” The maddening circles made his jaw clench, until Leo’s hand came up to pull it back down. “You’ve been practicing.”

“Years,” Finn panted. “Good—good teachers.”

Logan’s other hand closed around his base and he keened, sensitive and aching. Leo’s teeth grazed his earlobe and he grabbed the countertop to steady himself. “Wanna fuck your husband, Harzy?”

“Which one?” he asked, a little delirious at the idea that he could ask that, now.

“Bullshit, ‘which one’,” Logan scoffed. His hand sped up for a moment and Finn’s breath hitched at the sudden build, then the crash as he stopped moving altogether. “What, you think I can’t take care of our Peanut?”

Leo shivered pleasantly behind him. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Lo,” Finn said, breathless and nearly laughing if it weren’t for the pulse pounding in his head. He had seen Logan fuck Leo utterly senseless one day and ride him until he begged the next. It was a credit to Leo’s stamina (and many, many practice sessions) that he was even standing right now.

“Hmph.” Logan began to move his hands again, rubbing over the crown to gather what Finn was sure had become an embarrassing amount of precum. He cracked one eye open and saw a smile tug at Logan’s lips before he carefully schooled his expression and kissed the point of Finn’s nose. “Don’t doubt me, O’Hara.”

“Tremblay-Knut,” he and Leo corrected in unison.

A pleased blush spread over Logan’s cheeks and he kissed him softly. “Make it up to me, mon mari.”

“Yes, please.”

Logan stuck his tongue out and released him, surveying the kitchen with a skeptical eye before hopping up on the kitchen island. “We’ll have to clean this place before going home,” he noted as Finn stepped between his legs with an appreciate rub of his thighs. “I would feel bad, making Loops deal with it.”

“Or anyone else,” Leo agreed. He guided Logan to lay back and moved to the other side with a last kiss to the top of Finn’s head.

“That,” Finn began, leaving a lingering kiss to Logan’s tattoo. “Is a problem for another day. Lube?”

Logan snorted and tossed it to him. He stretched his arms over his head and found Leo’s hands with a happy sigh as Finn poured a generous amount out and parted his legs with the span of his own hips; his index finger slipped in easily.

Finn narrowed his eyes. Too easily. “Tremblay?”

Logan didn’t bother opening his eyes, already lost in the press of Leo’s thumbs to his palms.

Finn exhaled through his nose and added a second finger, much to Logan’s obvious delight. “O’Hara-Knut.”

“I always like a thorough warmup,” Logan answered. His hands clasped around Leo’s wrists as he shifted his hips over the edge of the countertop. “A very, very thorough warmup.”

A deep groan siphoned from his lips when Finn teased his hole with a third. “Honestly, you two, I was not gone that long.”

“Long enough,” they chorused. He raised a brow at Leo and got a wicked wink in response.

“You said it yourself.” Logan’s wrists disappeared under Leo’s hands as he pinned him. “Since when has just one ever stopped him?”

“Clearly.” Finn pulled his fingers out and ran a hand down Logan’s broad chest once more before lining himself up and pressing in on one long push that made Logan’s lower back arch and his fingers tense around Leo. Tan against pale, with the tiny mole just near his thumb that tasted like caramel—Finn ground his hips forward and ducked to kiss Logan’s sternum. “Ours.”

“Yours,” Logan hummed with great contentment, pulling Leo down by the arms for a messy kiss.

“How many did you get out of him, Mr. O’Hara-Tremblay?”

Leo mirrored his grin. “Two, Mr. Tremblay-Knut. And a half, before your perfect fucking mouth entered the picture.”

I love you more than words. The tiny red and green gems embedded in Leo’s wedding ring stood stark against the growing pink of Logan’s skin as he kept him steady for Finn to pull apart. Logan’s garnet and Leo’s sapphire glimmered on his own hand when he pressed Logan’s knees apart and began fucking him in earnest, nestled next to each other. Finn let his mouth fall open at the vice grip around his cock and angled upwards, wrenching a heavy noise from Logan as he did.

“Oh, he likes that,” Leo noted while Logan writhed into the sharp thrusts. “Keep going, cher.”

Logan’s cock was darkening with need, tight on his stomach and smudging a shiny trail over his lower belly each time he was jostled. Finn slipped a hand under his back and pulled him up and close; the muscles quivered on his palm, but Logan’s arch held, and he sank into the sound of skin on skin. “What do you think, Lo?” he asked, flicking sweat from his eyes. “Did you get Knutty warmed up for me, too?”

Logan grinned, hazy-eyed and gorgeous. “Always.”

Leo kissed his smile into Logan’s cheek. “Pretty mouth, gotta use it.”

“You two are fucking dangerous,” Finn huffed.

Logan wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist and snapped his hips down, meeting Finn thrust-for-thrust while pleased noises spilled from his lips. The heat in his stomach built and his thoughts grew foggy. He couldn’t think about how stunning they looked together without remembering they were his forever, and he couldn’t think about how they were his forever without tearing up, so he pulled one of Logan’s legs over his shoulder to an approving moan and poured every sweet thing that came to mind into the long curve of his thigh.

“Saying—he’s saying—” Logan’s words were lost in his gasping, syllables running together in a mix of French and English that even Leo seemed to struggle with, since he bent and kissed them out of Logan’s mouth. Finn circled his hips with a tug of Logan’s cock and he thrashed, tossing his head; his sweaty curls spilled over his eyes in an utter mess. “Fuck!”

“That one, I understand,” Finn half-laughed, angling to get that spot every time. Logan melted, lips parted, staring up at Leo with slow blinks and a heaving chest. “Come on, Lo, baby, almost there.”

“Feel so good,” Logan mumbled. “Knutty, so good.”

Leo combed a hand through his hair and pulled gently. “Je sais. Hold, mon coeur.”

Logan obediently clutched the far edge of the kitchen island when Leo released his hands, muscles flexing with the effort. Leo kissed his forehead once before hustling around—

--and into Finn’s side. Finn stuttered in his movements. A grin spread over his face and he felt his neck heat at having Leo so close, his hands already mapping Finn’s body eagerly. “Hey, you,” he said. He made an involuntary noise when Leo kissed the corner of his mouth and pulled Finn’s arm around him. “Is it my turn for some Southern comfort?”

Leo smiled. “Shut it, O’Hara.”

“That’s Mr. Tremblay-Knut to you.”

His cornflower eyes went soft. “It is, isn’t it?” Leo’s thumb swiped over his jaw and he turned to kiss it in a fleeting touch. “Sweetheart.”

“That’s me.”

Leo inclined his head. “Finish your husband off.”

Finn didn’t take his eyes off Leo as he resumed his steady strokes and kept himself buried in Logan. Any movement might knock him from Leo’s strong hold, and that was unthinkable. Logan sucked in a breath; his legs clenched around Finn’s waist, and his cock flexed in Finn’s hand. “Is he coming?” Finn asked, watching the faint shadows of Leo’s lashes.

Leo’s gaze flickered away, then back. His pupils dilated. “Sure is. Looks a mess, too.”

“Sounds like we make a pretty good team.” Finn savored his kiss like August rain. Leo hummed when Logan’s legs went lax against them, and Finn felt them both reach out to smooth over the exhausted muscle at the same time. “How you doing down there, babe?”

Logan made an unintelligible noise and kicked him lightly.

“Glad to hear it. Love you, too.”

Leo laughed and drew him in again, again, again, not just keeping Finn in his orbit but encompassing him entirely. He made a small noise when Logan sat up and his cock slipped free; within seconds, they each had a hand on him. He swayed into Leo’s kisses and Logan’s palm cradling the back of his neck, hips twitching as pleasure rose and rose to a tipping point, cutting his strings. He fell into them—he let them catch him. He fell for them all over again, and with sudden clarity, Finn knew what it would feel like every day for the rest of their lives.

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