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last-words-ofashootingstar · 3 months ago

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Should I?

Part Three

❥Kim Hongjoong x Jeong Yunho x Song Mingi x fem reader

➯a/n: it's been a long time since i wrote straight up smut with little to no plot and i went HAM. like wow get some water you thirsty hoe

✫彡wordcount: 12k (😟)

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: WHOAH BITCH CALM DOWN HOLY SHIT WE GOT : healthy communication (we cheered!!), heavy mxm, poly relationship, amateur 🌽⭐️ au, hard doms hj & yh/sub reader & mg, orgasm control and denial, overstimulation, unprotected (with previous discussions of safety and contraception (woooo!!)), degrading&praising double whammy, DIRT TALK OUT THE FUCKIGN WAZOO YO, giving&receiving head, manhandling, like serious manhandling, size difference, spanking and slapping, dp, feral mingi (WOOF WOOF), spit, oral fixation, squirting, choking(in multiple variations), marathon sex, safe word in place but not used, dacryphilia, cum eating, hair pulling, sub space, aftercare (yippee!!!) SERIOUS name calling (including but not limited to): slut&whore (classics), toy, brat, perv. pet names(included but not limited to): baby, princess, pretty boy/girl, daddy, captain, sir, and a special one curtsey of hj which made my mind explode when i thought of it

dirty nasty filthy all around; enjoy lmfaooo

Should I? Masterlist

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

It had been multiple months since your live stream blew up. The account where the three of you had posted highlights and special content had gotten hundreds of thousands of new subscribers in that time. You began making revenue from older videos, even ones from way back in college in Mingi's dorm that had the quality that would make you believe it was filmed on a microwave. Something about your relationships dynamics drew people in and forced their eyes to be glued on you.

Including a man that you only knew as your.captain. Out of pure curiosity: one day soon after he left a fat tip at the end of that faithful stream, you sat together and checked out his account. Surely you wouldn't reach out to him. And more than surely he wouldn't be invited anywhere near you if Yunho had anything to say about it. But it never hurt just to see who the income came from on occasion. Right?

He had hundreds of videos, he'd been in the game as long as you have. All solo. All very well received. All very... you. He seemed like he fit right into your dynamics. The same kinks, the same nicknames dripping in honey, the same vibes- it was spooky to an extent. It was sexy as well, if the way Mingi was shifting while watching the video on your phone said anything. He showed his face, a very handsome one. His hair often changed and so did the decorations in his ears and the occasional addition of a new cling wrapped tattoo. You'd all be lying if you said you weren't intrigued, let alone attracted by the confidence he held as he used a fleshlight so hard that his tip broke through the other side. It was your turn to shift around.

Something about him even drew Yunho in. Maybe he wanted to just fight out their dominance and see who came out on top. See who got the title of dom for the night and got to have their way with you and Mingi. But just maybe. He'd never let someone else touch his precious Babies, surely.

So life continued as normal. Save for a few changes. Less financial burdening, for one. More healthy communication as a side effect of always setting boundaries for what you would keep separate and what you were comfortable with. More fun even.

Your live streams used to be only once or twice a month because of how much you all had to work just to make ends meet. Now they were much more spontaneous and frequent, even venturing into two-somes with a lot of prior communication and promise that no one be left out and time was always to be made up.

Your videos used to be three times a year max, but with Mingi dropping more shifts, he had more time to edit and get out things that had been collecting dust on a USB. One of which made your.captain reach out again. This time with a comment. Under the newest video that Mingi had gotten edited and posted- an almost hour long roleplay session between you and Yunho pretending to be a prisoner and cop (you can probably guess who's who) a comment with that all too familiar profile picture of him and his toned abs.

cops always need a partner, especially with frisky inmates like this little thief

That comment had stuck in Yunhos brain for far too long for his own liking, and he was beginning to feel guilty as he pounded into Mingi at the thought of having another dom in the bed to fuck his lovers dumb with him. The guilt faded quickly as Mingi slipped up and called him 'Captain', only making him plow in harder.

And thus began the video calls. Neither you guys or him payed one another. At first, it was innocent even. It was a mutual agreement to test the waters. And the waters felt so unbelievably amazing.

And here you find yourself months after that. A year and a half after your first ever interaction with your.captain, sitting between your boyfriends in a well lit diner and picking at your cherry pie with a frown.

"Honey?" Mingis soft voice makes you peek up, "we can always leave." Yunho copies his sentiment immediately, reiterating the boundaries that you all had set in stone. First and foremost being that — if anyone gets the smallest bit uncomfortable, you will up and leave without a single word.

"I'm just nervous. You guys are the only ones I've ever been with, you know that," you offer a small smile, finally taking a bite as you look back at the door — only to almost choke as the man you've only seen through the laptop screen walks in in his full glory. Mingi has the same reaction, nearly spilling his lemonade over the side of the booth as he spots him. Yunho simply has a blush forming on his cheeks under his face mask.

The camera doesn't capture his beauty or his confidence. It radiates off of him like a halo. "Holy shit fuck," Mingi coughs as he pats your back, thankfully helping compose you both before your.captain spots you and starts heading your way.

It would be hard to miss who he's looking for. Not only do the two giant men and a woman who looks miniature compared to them stick out like a sore thumb in the busy restaurant, he would recognize the back of your head anywhere. He's watched enough of 'Minnie's POV' videos to know how the back of you head looks as he pushes it deeper onto 'Daddy's cock just to hear you gag and make him moan. He almost turns around and walks away as what he's doing sinks in — as he sees the three of you. You three look even more like a couple than you do online and it dawns on him.

Princess and Minnie have matching hair ties on their wrists. Minnie and Daddy sharing the same shirt but in a slight different color. Daddy has his arm draped around Princess' shoulder, a ring proudly displayed on his ring finger.

But he wants in so, so badly.

So he swallows his nerves and puts on a face of false confidence as he saunters to the table.

The first few meetings were mundane, innocent if you could look past the fact that you all wanted to tear each others clothes off. Talk of your normal lives away from your content and all about each other. Hours went into discussing consent and contraceptives and boundaries for each and every one of you.

And then the day finally came.

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The hotel room was curtesy of Hongjoong. His name was Hongjoong, you had all learned pretty quickly. Even so much as a slip of "Captain" from your lips and he was rock hard. So, Hongjoong it was until today.

It was probably the fanciest place you had ever been, and it showed.

His eyes drifted off from the camera as he and Yunho tried to make the device focus. And his gaze finds you. Anxiously tapping on the glass of water in your freshly manicured hand as you examined the room.

It was clear that this was new to you, and to your boyfriends. And he wouldn't admit it; but it was new to him as well. He never recorded with another person, let alone three. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but you would be taking the title of first people he was with on camera.

"The soap in there smells fucking amazing," Mingi breaks the tension, coming up to you and shoving his hand in your face. You shove his hand with a laugh, but take a whiff nonetheless.

"Woah, that is good. Did you see the brand?"

"It's, uh, it's mine actually." Both of your heads turn to Hongjoong, his eyes fixed back on the back of the camera as he fiddles with the settings. "Native."

"Sorry?"

"The brand, it's Native," he offers you both a brief smile, bending down a bit to get a better look at Yunho as he sits up a prop to make the camera focus, "I don't like using hotel soaps. They make my skin dry."

Mingi chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to the bed next to Yunho. "You're a bit of a weird guy, Hongjoong," he says as he climbs onto the high bed, reaching for and fiddling with the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

"Hey, you said it smelled nice, and don't be complaining when your hands are soft as a feather," the mans rebuttal makes you laugh, his dark gaze trained on you in the view finder.

"All good, man?" Yunho finally speaks as he notices his pregnant pause, hand possessively resting on your thigh as you lay beside him. Like he can feel his gaze on you.

"All center! Should I start it now?"

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It was a bit awkward to start, of course it was. It was expected to be. That's why you had decided to record instead of stream.

Yunho was quiet, watching Hongjoong like a hawk as he slid his hand up your girly short skirt, ignoring the tight bulge in his shorts in favor of making sure that boundaries stayed set in stone. The tension in his shoulders slumped away as Mingis hands ghosted up his stomach to his pecs.

They both watched from behind the camera as you and Hongjoong carefully felt each other out. You had on a masquerade mask, and your boyfriends each had one ready as well. Yours was pink and white, and they could hear Hongjoong praise how pretty it looked on you. You were laid sideways across the bed, and he was hovering over you like an angel.

An angel doing the dirtiest teasing of their beloved girlfriend. His long fingers were no match for Mingi or Yunhos giant hands, but they were still so enchanting as they traced patterns on your exposed thighs. His soft lips trailing all over your neck.

"Calm down a bit, Daddy," Mingi whispers, kissing his neck, "she knows our safe word. Right, (Y/n)?" The use of your real name catches you off guard in an intimate setting — your brain takes a moment to realize he can just edit it out later, so he doesn't care.

"Pause."

Hongjoong, not having been paying attention prior to your speech, stalls his hands immediately and looks up at you.

"Ah, see, Daddy! He remembers too," the younger man smiles, rubbing down Yunhos chest as Hongjoong goes back to worshiping your neck; this time with more intensity.

"Don't worry, partner~" The man above you chuckles between his soft sucks on your skin, "I'll take good care of your Princess."

"More," you whisper out a shy moan, hands fidgeting in the blankets, still not entirely sure if you should be touching him so freely.

"Uh? More?" He tilts his head with a smirk, feeling himself slip deeper and deeper into his dominant personality as he feels you crash into your submissive one. You were naturally quiet in life, he'd come to find. But this was entirely different.

"More, please!" You were putty in his hands, and it made his head fuzzy enough to forget that you had two loving fiancés just feet away.

"Say, 'please, Captain'," Hongjoong nips your ear lobe, making your skin burn hotter than before. "Be a good girl, be nice and polite and I'll make you feel so good."

"P-please, Captain! Please, I need more," your head rolls to face Yunho; who's currently teasing Mingi over his boxers as they watch you. He gives you a nod, and with your Daddy's permission, the final string tethering you to any semblance of anything other than complete submission is severed. "Captain, please make me cum~"

You're flipped onto your stomach in a second flat, and your hips are raised in the next as you giggle at his eagerness. He lands a light spank across your ass which has you moaning, eyes fluttering shut and your little laughs halting in favor of biting your lip.

Hongjoong flips up your skirt and comes face to face with the simultaneously cutesy and horniest thing he's ever seen; your thin strawberry printed panties clinging to your core and leaving little to his imagination as your arousal makes the fabric nearly transparent. "Damn..."

"Hong-?" Your questioning is cut off by a wail of pleasure so obscene it has Yunho blushing. The source of said pleasure is Hongjoongs searing hot mouth wrapping around your cunt and sucking the arousal out of the fabric like it's the last bit of hydration on Earth. "My fuck!" Your brain short circuits, making the men behind the camera laugh a bit.

It's genuinely like he doesn't need to breathe, he's sucking and lapping nonstop and holding your hips still as you writhe.

"Yah, do I get a turn?" Mingi gets a slap up the head from Yunho and a quick shake of your head.

"Nnnnno! He can't leave me! Captain, don't stop!" He wraps his arms around your thighs as if to say he has no such plans. "Oh, Daddy, he's going to make me cum!" At your words, Hongjoong bites the side of your panties and moves them out of the way, now lapping straight from the source and making you moan like a proper porn-star as he goes between plunging his tongue deep inside of you and making out with your clit. Like he can't decide which one he likes better.

He slaps your bottom rougher than before, pulling back and panting like he's just jogged for miles, ignoring your protests as he sits up and pushes his hair back; watching you wiggle your hips to beg for more. The way he licks his lips has both of the other men wanting a taste for themselves; which he can clearly see.

"C'mere," he growls, flipping you back to your back and coming to admire your begging expression.

"Captain," your voice drips with sickly sweet syrup as he yanks off your panties, watching with curiosity as he beckons the others forward.

"Why don't we let your Daddy have a taste?"

You eagerly spread your legs, welcoming Yunho between them as Hongjoong drags you to make room for the tall man. You lock eyes with your boyfriend as he crawls between your thighs like a predator before your head dips back off of the edge.

You come to face the tattoo across Hongjoongs upper thigh, gasping softly as your eyes move towards his now exposed member. "Woah," you exclaim with a sort of awe before, "Min," you go to search for him, knowing your shared love for a pretty length.

You find him coming to lay on his stomach, face level with your chest, "Minnie, look at the Captain's cock, it's so beautiful."

Hongjoong and Yunho share a chuckle at your breathless words, and the way Mingi has zero hesitation in following them. "Wow," his eyes widen, hands coming around your waist, "no kidding. I can see why you watched that video so many times now- ow!"

"Don't embarrass me!" You whine as you and Mingi get into a small cat fight that quickly ends with your lips entangled together roughly. You didn't often fight for dominance between each other — because it always ended quickly with you both falling into each other in a sort of stale mate. You moan into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair as Yunho begins to slowly lick at your clit; just the way he knows will make you come undone.

Your head falls back into place as Mingis lips depart from your own in favor of sucking down your neck and to your breasts.

Hongjoong, with his ears tinted red ever so slightly, comes into your upside down view, "you like one of my videos, huh?" He coos while cupping one of your cheeks in his palm, "tell me about it while Daddy eats you out."

His words paired with your boyfriends bombarding you with pleasure makes your toes curl; your socked feet coming to find purchase on Yunhos shoulders as he devours your pussy.

"I c-can't think!" Your cry of ecstasy is velvety smooth to the men, each of their members standing at attention and willing to make those words doubly true. One of your hands is still clinging to Mingis hair like a vice and making him moan, and the other is subconsciously reaching for Hongjoong.

"Yes, you can, little siren," he smirks as he takes your hand, kneeling down to be eye to eye with you, chuckling darkly as your eyes drift to nearly cross at the nickname. "I will yank you away from them the second you think you're about to cum. And I have a feeling that's close, so get talking, you cum-junkie."

"Your fleshlight! I want to be your fleshlight, Captain! Wh- ah!! When you fucked it so hard you broke it, please please please don't take me away! I want th-em to make me cum," you babble on and on as he simply nods with a grin, "ah, your hands- in the video! Minnie and Daddy agree, I'm not the only one, your moans are so sexy, Cap- Captain, please!! Daddy!" You're sobbing with the amount of energy you put behind holding off your orgasm, tears trailing up your face and disappearing within the mask.

"You're such a sweet girl, no wonder Daddy loves you-"

You're creaming around Yunhos skilled tongue before you can stop it, crying out with a moan of, "fuck!" You tremble as Mingi holds you down, letting Yunho get his fill of your release as Hongjoong watches with a dark grin.

When Yunho finally pulls away, your cunt is twitching with overstimulation but — "oh, Baby. We aren't done yet."

He gathers you in his large arms and lifts you up, maneuvering you however it is he sees fit. How he sees fit is apparently tossing you like a rag doll to be bent over the edge of the bed, standing on your tippy toes to comfortably slump over the tall mattress.

"You want the Captain to use you like his fleshlight?"

You lock eyes with Hongjoong across the length of the large bed, suddenly shy. "Yes..."

"Huh?" Yunho quickly tugs your hair, easily crushing your body with his as he grinds against you. "Speak up, or I'll get a less shy slut to please him."

Mingi is nearly about to pounce, ready to have his world rocked.

"No, please! I want to be his fleshlight! Minnie, please let him use me first! I'll let you fuck my throat!" His eyes light up at the possibility of one of his newer favorite positions. You've been working towards it for a while now, and the last few months you've been able to take his entire length down your throat with no problem. Yunho was still a work in progress, but to be entirely fair he is a giant.

"Awe," Hongjoong chuckles, titling his head, "you want it that badly? I don't know... you've been a bit bratty, even came without permission."

You nod quickly, hair falling around your face messily. "I'll be good! I'll be good!"

He reaches across the bed and pushes it out of your face, cupping your cheeks roughly. "You know I broke that fleshlight, right? You want me to break your little pussy?"

"Mh, you can try, but our girl takes it like a champ," Yunho smirks at the man, then towards his boyfriend. He picks you up again and tosses you across the bed like you weigh nothing. "If you can't break her, we'll do it together~"

The words have your head spinning as Hongjoong pulls your bottom over the edge, immediately grinding his length along your slit. "I think I might just go easy on her so we can do it together."

At Mingis moan, he lets out a devilish laugh. "Minnie likes the sound of that, huh? Wants to watch his girlfriend get ruined? Like a fucking cuckold. Such dirty little whores you have here, partner."

Yunho yanks Mingi to mimic your position on the other edge, smiling to himself as you immediately seek out each others hands. "Dirty little whores, no question about it. Fighting over cock like two bitches in heat."

You gasp as Hongjoongs tip prods at your soaked entrance, your head rolling back and getting a glimpse of Mingi being stretched out on Yunhos fingers. "Hey," Hongjoong growls, grabbing your jaw to make you face him, "when I'm fucking you, eyes on me. Got that, Darling?"

"Yes, Captain," you bat your eyelashes at him and earn a smile and a playful slap on the cheek.

"Good girl," he moans as his fat tip is welcomed into your warmth, "now you hold your Minnie's hand tight, okay?"

"Ok- oh my fuck! Oh, oh! Captain!" Shouts of pleasure tumble out as incoherent words as he impales you on his girthy member, immediately setting a ruthless pace as he stretches out your walls. Whether you realize it or not, you're holding Mingis hand just as tightly as he's holding yours while Yunho sinks into him.

Where Yunho and Mingi have impressive, delicious, length; Hongjoong has impossible, mouth watering girth.

The bed doesn't know which way to shake, Yunho thrusting on one side and Hongjoong on the other. It just creaks pitifully quiet under the symphony of sex.

"Fucking hell," Hongjoong groans as he leans over you fully, hands locking on top of your head to keep you in place as the force of his thrusts threaten to send you sliding. A broken moan rumbles in his throat as you spread your legs out on the edge, allowing him to plunge deeper into your heat. "Sucking me in so good, little siren."

"Ah, don't call me that! I'll cum!" You whimper, free hand coming up to hold his arm tightly as you look into his eyes beggingly.

"Hm? Little siren? That's gonna make you cum on my cock while your boyfriends fuck on the same bed as us? Maybe after I turn your brain into mush we can all take turns passing you around- fuck!" He hisses as you clench around him, one of his hands finding your throat, "you like that idea, don't you? You want us to turn you into our personal cock toy, that it?"

"Y-yes!"

Hongjoongs dirty talk isn't just riling you up, Mingi is an absolute mess and Yunho is plowing into him like a madman.

"You want us to pass you around like a proper play thing and fill you up till you're leaking for days, that it? Awe, yeah," he nods with you mockingly as you agree with break neck speed, "the Princess wants to be used like a common whore. Maybe after you're all full of cum, it will be Minnie's turn to be our cumdump while you suck his-"

"Cumming!" You squeal, quickly turning into pathetic whines as he pulls out abruptly, "no! No, Captain!" Another light slap shuts you up save for your whimpers.

"You're not cumming until I say so. You came without either of our permission last time, but I let it slide. Next time you do that," he flicks Mingis head, "either of you. I'm going to make you beg for mercy. Got it?"

"Yes, Captain," you both chime, though Mingi is much more slurred in the throes of passion. You want to look, you want to look so badly. But you keep your eyes on Hongjoong as he slams back into you.

"Fuck- me!" You stutter, gasping for air as he holds you in place by your neck and ravages you. "My g-oh holy shit!! Yes!" Your vision is in and out of focus as he bullies your g-spot, making you gush around him. A lewd ring of milky fluids is forming around the base of his cock, and he moans loudly as he notices it.

"Messy, messy, girl," he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, nipping at your skin roughly. "Is the little siren going to take her Captains cum?"

"Yes, give it to me!" Hongjoong knows the hotel is fairly soundproof, but between you and Mingi, he's sure someone will be knocking by the end of the night.

As the warm, gushing liquid spurts into you, you let out a pitiful whimper; clenching and fluttering around him wildly as you revel in the feeling. You nearly cum then and there, and you would have if not for years of being edged by Yunho to the point of literal insanity teaching you how to reel yourself back.

"Damn, so good..." Hongjoong moans into your neck as he slumps ontop of you, hips twitching as he releases into you. He gently rubs your neck as you whimper, feeling the vibrations beneath his hand. A pleased hum bubbles up his throat as you wrap your legs around his waist and hold him deep, your free arm draping around his neck; the other hand still holding onto Mingi tightly.

Mingi and Yunho are in the same position, more or less, panting messes embracing each other.

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"You alive over there, Princess?" Mingi's words are dripping in pleasure, all floaty and sweet just like how he feels.

He and Yunho look towards you as all you do is let out a tiny desperate moan.

You have your eyes screwed shut, your pleasure slamming against the wall you've put up to hold it back. But the dam is about to break. Hongjoong's cock is just that good. The feeling of his cum is just that good. Making you struggle to hold yourself back for even one round when with your boyfriends, you can be defiant and hold back for hours. But this... situation... it's making your pussy want to take control and just cum already; consequences be damned.

"Heh," Hongjoong chuckles as he lifts his head, seeing your fighting expression, "what a good girl, didn't cum?" You shake your head quickly, holding your breath. "Good job," he kisses your forehead softly as he slowly pulls out, smirking as you cry out, "shhh, it's okay. You did so wonderfully, you'll get to cum soon, Princess."

You pant as you open your eyes, relieved as he finally allows the burning ball of pleasure inside of you to dwindle; ever so slowly. "Ah, shit," you toss your head back, gulping, "thank you, Captain."

"So polite~ You have your Babies trained well, Daddy," he hums as he rubs your sides, watching as his seed slowly drips out of you.

"Mhm, I do, don't I?" Yunho reaches across and rubs the top of your head, "how you doin', Princess?"

"M'good," Your glassy eyes peek at Mingi; more specifically his twitching member and his cum covered stomach. "Min, no fair! I thought we were in this together," you give his shoulder a weak slap, making him giggle.

"Hey, Daddy said I could!"

"You'll get your turn, Babygirl," Hongjoong muses as he lifts you with a small grunt, letting you cling to him with your arms and legs locking around his body. You lean your head against his shoulder with a huff leaving your lips.

Yunho softly kisses Mingis cheek as he departs, both of them having their eyes locked onto you as you're set onto the empty bedside table.

"Remember what Daddy said, hm?" Hongjoong tugs your hair to make you look up at him, your jaw slack with a moan. "Don't, do you? He said if I can't break your pussy, we'll do it together. Daddy keeps his word, doesn't he?" Damn him; he keeps asking questions while flooding you with pleasure, knowing you can't answer. His fingers have found their way to your clit, pinching and twirling and flicking.

"Plea-"

"No."

Your boyfriends watch with heated gazes as your head rolls, pressing against the wall as your back arches. "Please!" You slump as his teasing stops, breathing heavily.

"Minnie," he beckons the man forward with a finger. He looks between you two and Yunho, who nods. With that, Mingi flings himself across the bed to get to you quicker, looking down at you with eyes full of love and lust. "Why don't you fuck our Princess?"

His hand gathers the sticky substance on his stomach, quickly wrapping around his cock as he looks up at him. He's shorter, sure. But Mingi feels like he's suddenly pocket-sized as Hongjoong makes eye contact with him.

"Nice and slow, okay? Like this," he hums as he strokes his member with languid movements of his wrist, "make her feel every inch. And you feel every little clench-" he squeezes and earns a guttural moan before he lets go. "Go on."

Yunho watches the exchange with a smile on his lips that's halfway fond, halfway horny. Hongjoong laps his hand clean, locking eyes with him as he does so.

Mingi leans over your figure, casting you in his shadow. "Hi, Princess." He smiles, cupping your cheeks and kissing you like it's his last chance to ever do so. Soft and passionate and filled with energy.

As he pulls back, you smile back up at him dopily, "hey, Minnie."

Hongjoong joins Yunho on the couch against the wall, catching their breath as they watch you. "You fucker," he punches his shoulder with a breathless laugh, "you should have told me she would try to milk me dry."

Yunho chuckles, pushing back his hair and taking his mask off to let his skin breathe as they sit out of frame. "Like she doesn't want to let you leave, right?"

"Exactly," he grins as they hear Mingi whimpering, thrusting in and out of you slowly, "he gets it too." They share a laugh, Yunho going to call out.

"Slow, Baby." He sees Mingi shake his head, whispering to you as your hands come around his back and caress the expanse.

"I can't t-take it!" Mingis hand slaps against the wall, the other wrapped around your back and scratching the skin there. "Please, can't I fuck her faster?"

"No," both of the men chime, making him whine louder. Yunho fixes his mask and joins Hongjoong in re-entering.

"How you holding out, little siren?" Hongjoong asks, tilting your head up to see your tearful eyes. "Still waiting for permission?"

"Yes, s-sir," you stammer as Mingis hips jolt, batting your lashes at him; then at Yunho — who nearly can't resist.

Nearly, that is. "Stop."

"Noooo," you whine just as loud as Mingi now, rolling and humping your hips as Yunho drags him away.

Hongjoong shushes you with two fingers to your lips, which you start kitten licking, making him falter for a second; his brain short circuiting as he locks eyes with you while you begin sucking on his digits. He blinks, and having already been half hard again from watching you and Mingi, he's now ready to fuck into any of your holes until you beg him for mercy.

He yanks you from the table as you yelp, throwing you unceremoniously onto the bed where Yunho catches you, dragging you to the middle of the large mattress. "Teasing our guest, Baby?"

"No, Daddy-"

"Fuck you weren't," Hongjoong lands a slap on your cheek, no longer holding back; and it makes your core throb. "Being a damn teasing brat. Your mouth just can't stand being empty can it?" He shoves his fingers back into your mouth, gagging you on them, "aren't you such an eager little cock-sucker?" He gives his fingers one last thrust into your mouth before pulling them out and wiping your spit across your face; all while Mingi watches in awe.

Yunho grabs your jaw roughly, smushing your lips together into a pout, "you know your manners, don't you, pretty girl?"

"Yes, Daddy..." You whisper, seeking out Mingis hand for a lifeline when Hongjoong pins your hands above your head, glaring down at you.

"Then you best get to apologizing," your boyfriend shoves your face, stepping back with a grin as you pout up at the man.

"I'm sorry, Captain-"

He tuts his tongue, pulling Mingis hands over, "hold her down — if you let her get away, you're next on my list, you perv."

Mingi feels a thrill rush through him, each hand pinning one of your arms to the bed. He never really uses his natural strength against you, but something about the way you're already thrashing around has him wanting to fuck you himself.

"Captain, please!" You kick your legs, not really trying to get away but more trying to get his empathy.

"Sit still," a slap to your core over your skirt has you freezing, panting. He watches your face closely, smirking wide as he sees the cogs turning in your head. You liked that. "Huh," he huffs a laugh, looking to Yunho as the man quickly sets up the camera on the side of the bed, "how many spanks can your Princess handle?" He asks as he yanks the fabric off of your hips.

He thinks for a moment as he makes sure the bed is all in frame, watching your predicament through the lens, "usually twenty good spanks gets her begging for forgiveness."

"Twenty-five then," he holds back a grin as your eyes widen, "yeah, you heard me. Hold her still, Min. Be a good boy and you can fuck her while her pussy is nice and sensitive." He knows that's going to be a continuation of your punishment while simultaneously being a reward for Mingi. He knows how feral the man can get from how many times he's rewatched the first stream of yours he saw. The one where Mingi went so far gone wanting to fuck you that he was almost dominant in the way he said he wanted to cum inside of you.

And the way he leans his body over yours to crush you to the bed, holding your wrists tightly; you all know he won't fail.

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"I still don't hear an apology," Yunho hums as he kneels on the bed, opposite of the camera with no shame to be found as he strokes himself to the sight of Hongjoong playing with your pussy.

"I'm s-fuck!" You gasp as his palm hits your bare, sensitive skin for the first time. "Captain, I'm sorry- ah!" Mingis heavy weight keeps you from arching, from moving away, from doing anything but shuffle your legs uselessly as slap after slap lands on your heat. "Daddy!" A second passes before a larger hand makes contact, making you bite at Mingis side.

"Fuck," he moans, nails digging into your wrists, his eyes never leaving your cunt as he watches it get puffy and messy with all of your wetness and the remnants of Hongjoongs cum being smeared by their hands.

"Daddy isn't gonna save you this time, Baby," Yunho coos as he sees your teary eyes, "you know better than to tease, that's our job."

"I'm sorry, sir! I won't tease, I won't!" If you take twenty five spanks to your clit, you'll be cumming so hard that you'll be unconscious whether you have permission or not. "Pleaseee- ow!" Your cry is between the line of pleasure and pain, leaning more in the 'I'm about to float away' side. Your lips are already tingling and you're already on the edge from everything else.

"I don't go easy on brats," Hongjoong gives your thigh a pinch as you move your legs helplessly, "I would have been willing to let that slide, but not on top of you cumming without permission early. We can't let bad behavior go unpunished, can we, partner?"

"No," Yunho says with a dark satisfaction as you settle your legs wide open for them, "no, we can't, Captain."

When you reach seventeen, you're hiccuping and twitching with every collision; leaking all over the bed and still babbling apologies to the Captain.

At twenty-three, you sob as you see Hongjoong raise his hand, knowing you'll cum with his next strike, "Captain! Captain, wait! Pl-ease! I'll do anything!" You flinch as it meets your heated and puffy core softly, soothing it with his knuckles.

"Anything, huh?"

"Yes, yes, any-anything, Sir!"

He and Yunho share a smirk, and he taps Mingis shoulder, making the man rise. "Good job, pretty boy," he kisses the man's cheek, making him bite his lip as he sits back fully.

Yunho is by his side in a second flat, his whispers completely lost on you as Hongjoong gathers you in his arms and hugs you to his chest gently. "Oh, it's okay, my little siren, you took the first part of your punishment so well." He cradles your top half against himself, grinning like a jackal as he sees Mingis eyes light up at his boyfriend's hushed words.

"F-first?" you mumble between your sniffs, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

Your knees are knocked apart, making you fall further into Hongjoongs chest as your eyes widen; remembering his words to Mingi. "You said you'd do anything, right?"

You nod, wide eyes looking up at him as you feel the mattress dip behind you.

"You're going to let us all fuck you until we're satisfied, and then I'll forgive you for being such a teasing brat. And, hey," he grips your hair as you go to peek behind you, "hey, look at me. You aren't going to cum until I say so. Do you understand? Not Daddy, not Minnie, me. I'm the one who decides when you cum. Do you got that?"

"Yes-" As soon as the word tumbles from your lips, Mingi stuffs himself into your overworked pussy with primal urgency, making you scream; hiding your face in Hongjoongs chest.

He chuckles as he holds your head to him, stroking your hair gently in contrast to the absolute feral nature your boyfriend is pounding into you with. Yunho smirks as he kisses along Mingi's neck, spurring him on. "Good boy, that's it. Take her just like you like it, she's just a little toy right now, anyways~"

Mingi is whining and growling and slamming in and out of you like a piston, stuck somewhere between wanting to demolish your cunt to reform it to the shape of his cock and melting like butter at Yunhos praise and watching the way Hongjoong cradles you.

You dig your trembling fingers into Hongjoongs biceps, talking nonsense to try and distract yourself from the diving head first into the pleasure Mingi is drilling into you.

Your legs give out, and Mingi quickly drags you back up; wrapping his arms around your waist. He's making you feel just as good as the dominant men do — though in a completely different way. His feral thrusts are like an animal, bruising and unforgiving and with one purpose; to get as deep inside of you as humanly possible. He isn't even trying to, but he's bumping into your g-spot and your cervix and still trying to fuck deeper.

"Captain! Can-"

"No."

You cry into his chest, huffing and panting to chase your breath as Mingi repeatedly knocks it away from you. "Ah, Min!"

His hands are all over you, as Yunhos are all over him.

"Minnie, please cum!" You beg for even a brief pause, your heart thudding with effort to hold back its natural pleasure.

He can't say no to you, especially not like this, so he gives one last punishing thrust; releasing his own pleasure as deep inside of you as possible. He falls on top of you with a gasp, crushing you with his weight and digging himself even deeper.

Your face ends up in Hongjoongs lap, and you lick your lips as you come to face his upright member.

Yunho rubs his back as he trembles from the large release, "are you satisfied, Baby?"

Mingi is moaning like a movie star in your ear, and you're following suit as he starts thrusting again with a groan of, "more."

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By the time Mingi is finally satiated, your pussy is weeping; as are you. You continue kitten licking and kissing along Hongjoongs cock, thankful for any small distraction to keep yourself from cumming. Because you can tell Hongjoong won't be giving you permission any time soon.

Yunho pulls Mingi's body off you, carefully helping him to the couch where he promptly falls into a deep sleep; fucking you like a rabbit clearly took its toll.

The pool of pleasure in your stomach barely has time to begin draining before Hongjoong gently rolls you over. "Still holding on, Baby?"

"Ye-s, sir," you whimper as he slowly begins fingering your abused hole, pushing Mingi's multiple loads gushing into a puddle under you.

"Barely," Yunho has a dark smile as he crawls over to you, grabbing your neck as he gives you a rough kiss.

"If you can be a good girl and make it through this, imagine how good it will be when I finally let you cum." You whine into Yunhos mouth at Hongjoongs words, hips twitching with undeniable need.

Yunho rests his forehead against yours, taking in your tear stained face and expression of focus. "You want to break my Princess' pussy together, Captain?"

"You know I do, Daddy," Hongjoong lands a deep kiss to your clit, making you gasp and cling to your boyfriend's shoulders.

"Can-"

"No."

You throw your head back in frustration, pouting as Yunho lifts you up. "Daddy-" Your pleading tone is shut down on the spot.

"Sorry, Baby. You got yourself into this mess, your Captain is the only one who can end your punishment," he speaks smoothly as he lays back, pulling you ontop of him. You groan, but it quickly falls into a sigh as Yunho sinks into your heat, filling you up. "Hold her up for me, Cap."

He's behind you now, wrapping his arms under yours and holding you upright by your shoulders. You ask in vain, leaning your head back on his shoulder, "please, Captain, can I cum?"

He looks to think for a second, but ultimately shakes his head with a depraved smile as your face falls back into a pout after the false hope he'd given you. "Not yet, pretty girl. You're doing so well for us, just a little while longer," he coos, licking up your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

"Fuck, Princess," Yunho hisses as he begins a slow rhythm, "loosen up, I can feel you clenching."

"I can't," you say in a quick breath, hands finding their way to lay over Hongjoongs as they cup and knead your chest, "I'll cum."

He chuckles from behind you, "you're dedicated, huh? If you don't relax, we won't both fit."

The implication of his words makes you clench around Yunho even tighter, squealing as he grabs your hips and begins moving faster. "Please, Captain! I'll die if I don't cum soon!"

Whether you're saying that for his empathy or you genuinely believe it in your foggy brain, it makes the men chuckle, Yunhos head tilts back as he rubs his thumbs on your hip bones; making you ride him.

"Are you sure you're sorry? You learned your lesson?" He teases a hand down to your clit, ghosting over it just barely.

"Yes! Yes yes yes! I'll be a good girl for you! Please, jus-"

"Then you can cum." It takes a moment for his words to be processed in the mess that is your mind, but it connects just as he begins circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you crazy.

"Ah!" You yell with a giddy smile, quickly relaxing in their hold, "oh fuck! Tha-thank you!"

Yunho is slamming into you easily as you relax around him, fluttering and twitching like you've already cum. And Hongjoongs fingers are relentlessly playing with your bundle of nerves, his mouth sucking little marks onto the back of your shoulders.

You shake like a leaf in the wind as you finally fall over the peak of your pleasure, gushing a mixture of your and Mingi's cum all over your shared fiancé. Hongjoong is the only thing keeping you upright, watching over your shoulder as your eyes roll back into your head while he holds you up for Yunho to keep bucking into.

"Fuck, that's it, Baby~"

"There you go, my siren~"

Their saccharine praises send you careening before you can even climb back all the way up, another orgasm making you gasp and grab at anything in reach. One hand lands on Yunhos at your hip, the other on Hongjoongs forearm as he wraps his arms around your waist. You're officially long gone, sucked into the waves of ecstasy — not even noticing as Yunho stops thrusting into you.

Not even noticing as Hongjoongs tip prods its way into the same hole as him.

Not until it finally slips in, making your eyes fly open, "fuck!" You slap Yunhos shoulders as you rest your head on his chest, hiding your fucked-out face. "So full!"

"Shhh," Yunho holds your head in his big hands, moaning deeply as he feels your walls slowly stretching to accommodate for both of them; used to length, not the absolute girth of Hongjoong. Especially not when paired with anything else. "Let us take care of you, my needy Baby. Daddy knows you love it," he soothes his hands over your shakey arms, taking similarly deep breaths.

"I lo-ve it," you manage to slur as Hongjoongs presence inside of you makes Yunho press against your g-spot persistently.

"Almost there," he whispers, biting his lip as he watches you swallow him inch by inch even though Yunho is filling you out almost fully. Even if there wasn't room, they made it.

"Cap- can, uuuh fuck me," you fist the sheets with a whine, "please, may I c-cum?"

"Cum? We aren't even moving, Baby."

"Please?!" You plead into Yunhos chest, fidgeting between them.

"You can cum, sweet girl-"

You yelp an incomprehensible word of gratitude, gasping for air as your walls squeeze the men for all their worth. Yunho grips your hips with bruising force, his eyes fluttering shut and his head rolling back. Hongjoong isn't fairing any better, his arms tightening around you; his forehead against the back of your neck and his breath fanning your heated skin as he pants.

"Fucking hell," the man behind you lets out something between a whine and a groan, kissing along your spine.

"Hey," the one below you cups your burning face, "you in there, Princess?"

You nod clumsily, swallowing the pool of saliva in your mouth with an audible gulp. "Feel s'good, Daddy..."

"Awe, I bet it does, Baby," he pulls you down to his lips, melding them with yours and knocking the noses of your masks together. He bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away, smirking as he lets go of it, "feels fucking heavenly for us, too. Isn't that right, Captain?"

You're pulled back up by a hand on your throat — Hongjoong choking you as he tilts your head to the side and takes your lips for the first time.

It's filthy. Oh, it's filthy. A sight to behold as he stakes his claim on your mouth. The hand that's not around your throat squeezes on either side of your jaw, making you part your lips. The second you do, his tongue is all over. Tracing your teeth and the roof of your mouth before finding your tongue and laving all over it as you extend it for him. Spit is dripping onto your chins and neither of you can breathe, but it doesn't stop you.

Yunho, watching the display with eyes glazed with blazing lust, begins thrusting slowly; dragging his cock against Hongjoongs while you twitch and pulsate around them.

His hand tightens around your throat as you both moan with his movements, trading your sounds along with your spit.

When he finally manages to tear himself from you, you're lightheaded and gasping for oxygen. He's becoming addicted to the feeling of your throat fighting to swallow any air under his grip, watching you heave with a dark satisfaction. "Fucking heavenly." He finally answers Yunho as he lets go of your neck, rubbing down your sides in a small gesture of apology for robbing you of air.

You lean back against his chest, yours rising and falling with your deep inhalations. Yunho leans up, his cock pressing deeper. "Look at my messy Princess," he mocks with a grin as he smears your combined spit across your face. "Open," is an order; and you follow it.

He presses your tongue down with two of his fingers, and you close your eyes blissfully as you know what to expect from your boyfriend.

He spits straight into your mouth, moaning deeply as he watches it settle — they both feel your cunt twitch.

"Have a turn, Captain," he chuckles as you tilt your head eagerly, your tongue licking at his fingers subconsciously, "she likes it."

You hum an affirmative 'uh-huh', peeking your eyes open. Hongjoong meets your eyes as he cups your jaw, "such a cute spit-whore." He licks his lips as he watches your tongue flicking against Yunhos fingers.

His spit lands in the back of your mouth, another twitch of your walls making both of them groan. "Swallow," Hongjoong orders, pinching your hip when you take too long for his liking.

Your lips close around Yunhos digits, swallowing their spit with a sound akin to a pleased purr. You reopen, "ahhh."

"Good girl," Yunho chuckles as he slides his fingers out teasingly slow, giving you time to give him a few loving kitten licks, "you ready for us to move?"

Their answer comes in the form of you rolling your hips, making them simultaneously lose their minds. Yunho grabs your wrists from where your hands rest on his chest, grounding himself as his brain tells him to just fuck you like there's no tomorrow. Hongjoongs head falls back as a rumbling moan parts his lips, similarly grounding himself with his hands on your sides.

"F-fuck," Yunho huffs out the breath he was holding, "is that a yes, Baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, I want you and the Captain to break my pussy- oh fucking fuck!" Your lustful voice is replaced by your cries of pleasure in a second flat. With your verbal confirmation, they're now on a mission to do just that.

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The loud noises of your brutish sex wakes Mingi, even from his deep slumber. His body is sore from pounding into you so roughly, and he can imagine you'll be even worse off.

Especially as he catches a blurry glimpse of Hongjoong yanking you around the bed and throwing you on your side.

He blinks and sits up, watching the man climb over you and lay infront of you; quickly plunging his member back into you. You cry out, holding his shoulders tightly and burying your face in his chest. Yunho lays behind you, and your moans grow as he joins Hongjoong inside of you.

Mingi is already hard again, he was when he woke up; but now it's impossible to ignore. Your sounds and the smell of sex in the air got him rock solid in his sleep even though he's nearly painfully tender.

Yunho takes notice to his newly awakened state, staring over at him as he continues his merciless pumping in and out. "Yah," he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your face out of the safety of Hongjoongs warm chest. "You woke Minnie, you noisy slut."

Your teary, pleasure filled eyes meet his. Your lips are kissed swollen, your mask askew and your hair even more so. He can't look away, nor does he feel the need to.

He can't believe you're still even semi-coherent. You were a babbling mess while he was holding you down — begging to cum, now you're panting and crying and moaning nonstop. He's enamored with that fact about you. You can take so much more than him in the bedroom; that much is clear now more than ever as you let the two dominant men fuck you like you owe them money.

"Tsk," Hongjoong clicks his tongue, wrapping his hand around your bared neck as Yunho holds your head back by your hair. It's quickly become his favorite thing in the world, watching you squirm and whine under his hand. "Apologize, Princess."

"S-sorryyyy, Min-" You slur your words, brain sufficiently scrambled by their nonstop in and out, in and out, and tossing you into position after position to see which one made you yell the loudest and which one made you douse them with waves of arousal. "Jus' feels too- ah too good!"

You whine as they stop, seemingly working with a sort of telepathy as they handle you seamlessly together. Hongjoong pulls you to straddle his lap as he lays back across the bed, Yunho letting go of your head with a shove and then a pet; making you dizzier with his mix of rough and sweet treatment of you.

"Min, get over here," Yunho beckons him, and his legs move without his brain even thinking about it. "You want in, Babyboy?" He asks as he stands, looking down at him and combing back his hair with his fingers. His member, still warm and wet from your insides, rubs against his and makes him shiver. "I know it's your favorite position, you too sore?"

"No," Mingi says quickly, making Yunho chuckle. "Please, can I?"

"Ask the Captain if he'll share his toy with you~"

Overhearing their conversation, you grind down harder on Hongjoong with a whimper, and the smirk on Yunhos face tells Mingi he meant for you to hear his teasing of you.

Mingi crawls back up on the bed, laying on his back next to Hongjoong and looking over at him with his best puppy dog eyes — fighting himself not to look at the way you ride him. "Captain?"

Like you aren't bouncing on his length, Hongjoong turns his face and looks at the younger man. "Yes, Minnie?"

"Can I fuck your toy with you?"

Your hips stumble, legs like jelly at the sweet sound of his vulgar words. Hongjoong lands a slap to your backside, "stay steady," he says without even looking away from Mingi. You whine a 'sorry, Captain' as you take in slow breaths.

"You wanna fuck my little siren with me?"

You cry out, nodding quickly as if to tell him to let him.

"Yes, please, Captain," Mingi gives his sweetest smile, and not even Hongjoong cant say no to that; not that he was going to anyways.

You gasp as Hongjoong throws you off of him and onto Mingi with your back on his chest. You lay back against your boyfriend, your head under his chin and your chest quickly embraced by his arms. His familiar length slides into you without hesitation or resistance, the warmth making him moan happily.

"What do we say, Baby?" Yunho appears above your heads, leaning over the bed with one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his phone; recording you.

Both of you blink at the phone for a moment, registering the fact that now two cameras are on you, before looking to the other man quickly; "thank you, Captain."

"So sweet," he hums playfully, slotting himself between your tangled legs. As he slowly pushes himself in with Mingi, he leans up and gives him the same messy first kiss; minus the choking. No, his hand finds your throat again, like that's its rightful place.

Mingi is just as much a mess as you were when Hongjoong pulls away, moving down to your face.

You're gasping under his hand, even though he's not putting nearly as much pressure as you know he can. "Such a good girl, you know that? You're a good little fuck-toy." His candied tone has you feeling faint, his hand tightening with every word, "you make us feel so good. I know Daddy and Minnie agree, you feel like heaven."

You feel Mingi nod, and see Yunho grin as he spreads your stuffed lower lips with his fingers, making you shiver. "That's right," he agrees while he films a close up of the two of them stretching you out, "our Princess feels like heaven on Earth. She knows how to take a good fucking, and she likes it too." He talks like you aren't right there as he circles your puffy clit with his fingertips. "Her perfect pussy just loves it."

"Gah-" You choke on your spit as Mingi gives a rough thrust, hands holding his arms tightly.

"S-sorry," he apologizes to both you and the Captain, who gives him a glare. "Sorry, Captain... she was squeezing so good."

Yunho lets out another dark chuckle, fingertips still toying with your clit. "Ah," he sighs with a smile, "you two are such little cumwhores." The way he says it sounds fond, because it is. He loves that about you. He loves everything about you two; and Hongjoong can see why.

"Here," he passes the phone to Hongjoong with a smirk, quickly moving to straddle your shoulders. "Can my girl take one more cock?"

You quickly open your mouth, tongue rolling out of your swollen lips along with whining moans as the two of them begin moving inside of you.

He leans and gives your tongue a little kiss before sitting back up and immediately gagging you on his cock, his hands tangled in Mingi's hair and pulling roughly; making his moans increase.

It almost too much to handle. But at the same time, you can't get enough.

Hongjoong bends one of your legs and smirks as you let out a weak moan of protest around Yunhos length, gushing as he and Mingi reach all new depths inside of you.

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Not being able to ask for permission with your boyfriend currently fucking your throat, you think you're going to get in trouble with Hongjoong as your overstimulated body cums with a squirt onto his pelvis.

Instead, he whistles all the while continuing to pound you with Mingi, "damn, what a sight! I was wondering when this pretty pussy would squirt for us."

"You messy fleshlight," Yunho taunts as he watches your eyes roll back, a growl pushing past his lips as you gulp and gag around him while he cums down your throat. But you manage to take it all and leave little mess as he slides out of your mouth and rests on your chest; effectively crushing you and Mingi both. Its dizzying — everything is. You'd be surprised if you could ever see straight again.

You pant and whine, pant and whine, sobbing like a broken record of ecstasy as your aching insides continue to be bullied. And still, your safe word never even enters your mind. You're feeling as good as you're making them feel, and you don't want it to ever stop; which is why you pout as you feel Mingi slip out after releasing his third load of the round into you.

The sloppy and wet sounds make your ears burn, and you feel like you're going insane as Hongjoong spreads your legs, capturing a clear view of the mess. Making it even dirtier as he pulls out and spills his pleasure on your stomach.

"Fucking fuck me, holy fuck," you blubber as you pull your hands over your face with a sudden shyness, knowing that he's filming your gaping hole up close.

"Awe," Yunho coos, moving his hands from Mingi's head where he was rubbing it comfortingly. They gently pry your hands away, "don't be shy, Princess. He's just showing everyone how well you did. And you did do well, didn't you? Didn't she, Min?"

"S'good- so well," Mingi is only a few steps behind you in terms of how far gone he is. He'd never cum this much in this amount of time. If you were to tally it, which Yunho did; two times with him, three while fucking you, and three just now. He had naturally high libido, sure. But this was pushing it.

Why did he tally it? Well, he likes his Babies to be even. "Princess, how many times have you cum?"

"Uhhhhh," you trail on, unable to think a single thought other than how well used you felt.

"Six," Hongjoong helps you out as he sets down the phone, having been the keeper of your orgasms for the night. He rubs your wobbly legs softly, making you hum contentedly.

"Six," you parrot him, not even questioning it which makes him giggle.

"You got one more for us?" Yunho carefully moves, sitting by your sides as you stay slumped on Mingi's chest; both of you taking a well deserved breather.

"One more?" You think, or at least you try to. Your eyebrows press together as you try to and a pout forms on your lips.

"One more for your Daddy? For your Captain?" He cups your face lovingly, cradling it like a piece of fine china as you melt into his touch.

You look to Hongjoong, asking for guidance with your answer with just the glint of your eyes.

His heart thuds at the soft look you have, completely at his mercy and trusting him with his next words. "You can handle one more, don't you think? You've earned it, little siren."

Yunho carefully lifts you from Mingi's protesting form, wanting to hold you in his post-orgasmic bliss. He's always sleepy and clingy like no other. Especially after a marathon like this.

He moves you like a fragile doll, settling you to be center on the bed and placing your head on the messy pillows. "There you go, Princess," he smiles as you cling to him, making him settle by your side. He rewraps his arms around you and drapes a leg over your hips; knowing you'll squirm.

Hongjoong has lead Mingi to you, helping him lay on his stomach between your legs as his tired body protested. But his eyes lit up at the promise of licking you clean.

"Hi, Princess," he whispers as his hands find your thighs.

"Hey, Minnie," you return the dopey smile he has, "thanks."

"For what?" He tilts his head, eyes on you even as Hongjoong crawls to your other side and mirrors Yunho.

"You always eat me out so good," you admit with a breathless laugh, and the men smile. "I know you'll make me feel good, so thanks, Min. I love you."

"I love you back, Princess."

Yunho and Hongjoong both watch with smiles of their own, pleased with how soft and pliant they've made you both. So deep in your submissive minds that you're professing your love for one another as he's about to lick you clean of all four of your mixed juices.

You melt between the two of them as Mingi begins his slow laps at your aching heat, your hands searching for somewhere to go when Hongjoong gathers them in his own.

"Good boy," Yunho calls down to him sweetly, spurring him on, "clean up our girl nice and softly. That's it."

He flattens his tongue as he licks up all of the cum on your core and your stomach and your thighs and your hips. It's everywhere, and he makes sure to get every drop he can find on the surface of your skin before moving to your insides. He points his tongue, then. Scooping everything he can reach out and into his awaiting mouth.

His nose presses against your overworked bundle of nerves and your world goes white before you know what's happening.

Your legs are trembling as they fall over Mingi's back, knuckles discolored from the strength you hold Hongjoongs hands with, and drool — legitimate drool dribbling from the side of your mouth which Yunho licks up without a second thought.

But you're oblivious to all of that, floating somewhere distant with your ears ringing and your vision coming back to you in blurry waves.

"Holy shit," Hongjoong gasps as your squirt absolutely soaks Mingi, watching in awe with Yunho; who looks completely star struck with hearts in his eyes. It's a sight to behold as your back arches into a perfect 'u' and your eyes flutter shut as your jaw slacks.

"Damn, Princess!" Mingi finally comes up from his near water-boarding, taking in a deep breath as he rubs your thighs, watching along with them as you slump. His hair is dripping with your arousal, droplets of it on his black masquerade mask; as well as all over his face and chest and... the ceiling. It's everywhere.

Hongjoong rubs your arms softly as he whispers, "you did so good, little siren." His only response is a weak little moan as you shift, making the men chuckle.

Mingi carefully crawls ontop of you. As he comes into your line of sight, Yunho does as well, giving you a view of all three of them.

"Am I- in a dream?" You string together your words on a base of moans and pants.

"Here, Babygirl," Yunho tenderly moves the mask up your face, patting your damp skin with a tissue, "catch your breath, in and out."

You're slowly coming back to your body with the help of each of them, your older boyfriend most specifically as he never once takes his eyes off you. Draping you in his gaze like a fuzzy and warm blanket in December.

Hongjoong strokes your head softly, humming a song to fill the silence as they patiently guide you back after your Earth-shattering orgasm.

Mingi is, well he's being Mingi, his head nuzzling your chest and sucking every so often, his eyes closed like he felt the same bliss you did.

"Mingi," you clear your throat, hands idly playing with Hongjoongs fingers.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Did you take a shower?"

A burst of laughter comes the man on your chest, and he hides his face between your breasts. Hongjoong giggles, squeezing your hand softly.

You look to Yunho confused, a dazed and far off look still in your eyes. He laughs as he pushes back Mingis still dripping hair and smiles down at you, "no, Baby. That's your squirt."

"What?!"

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After showers and kisses and many, many praises given to you and Mingi; it's well past one a.m.

After being drug up to eat, you were back in the beds clean blankets. Which one of them changed the sheets or how they got them doesn't even cross your mind as you curl up on Mingi's side. You just want to cuddle and sleep.

In your designated aftercare hoodie, a red Spider-man one you stole from Yunho many years ago, you look like a kitten that's in a queen sized blanket.

Hongjoong crawls in next to you, a quiet yawn drowned out by the show that you and Mingi fell asleep watching. He notices your sleepy eyes peeking over at him and pauses, halfway under the blanket. "Sorry, is it okay if I-"

"C'mere, Joong," you moan softly as you snuggle closer to Mingi, making room for him on your side of the bed. "Be big spoon, please." There's a bigger gap on Mingi's other side, where Yunho was laying as he held you both.

He smiles as he scoots closer, pressing his chest against you and curling around you to become your big spoon. He wraps his arms around you and hums happily, nuzzling his head into your back. "You did amazing today, Princess."

"Thanks," you hum back, tracing patterns on his arms, "you treated us all really nicely. I didn't... I didn't tell you this before, but I've never been with anyone but Yun and Min before."

"Really?" He doesn't sound very surprised, probably because he knows how long you've been together, but still he had his doubts. That's why he was going easy on you at the beginning.

"Yeah," you nod against Mingi's sleeping chest, "Yunnie was afraid I would be uncomfortable, but you made me feel safe; just like they do." He can hear you fighting your sleep, especially as his body warmth settles into your bones.

"That makes me happy," he says simply. And there's no need for anymore words. The way he holds you says it all. The way you search out his hand as you fall asleep says it all.

Your fingers peek out from the long sleeves, holding his hand as you fall back asleep, "night, Captain."

"Goodnight, my little siren." He rests his head against your back. One arm tucked under your head and his hand holding Mingi's shoulder as he stirs, the other draped over you and holding your hand; he falls asleep with a tranquility that he's never felt before.

When Yunho comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he closes the door as quietly as possible; the last of you to shower as he insisted on taking care of everyone else first.

He pauses in the little hall that connects the bedroom and the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he takes in the scene infront of him.

Cast in the light of the television, the three of you are snuggled up. A smile slowly takes over his face as he watches Hongjoong subconsciously comfort you in his sleep; rubbing your sore hip after you shift.

He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture, it's too precious of a scene not to.

As he looks down at the photo, he can't help but think how well Hongjoong fits with you all. Like he's a puzzle piece carved to fit perfectly in your lives. All these months of getting to know one another... tonight solidified it.

"Yunho?" He looks up quickly at the sound of Mingi's deep, sleep laden voice.

"Yes?"

"Come to bed," he rolls onto his side, pulling up your hoodie gently before hugging your head, a long leg draping all the way over you and Hongjoong.

When Yunho slides into the space left for him by you all, he feels a great warmth in his heart.

It was a good idea to start streaming, he thinks as he slots himself into the cuddle pile seamlessly.

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cxrrodedcoffin · 11 months ago

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Dead of Night - Spencer Reid

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Summary: Spencer stumbles upon a secret dark fantasy of reader’s and does everything he can to be the one to fulfill it.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written anything with themes like this so feedback is definitely appreciated. Not proofread cuz this is long and I’m tired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I fully understand if the themes included in this are not for some of my regular readers and I encourage you to scroll if you’re not comfortable with any of the following warnings.

TW: perv!spencer, dom!spencer, mask kink, knife play, blood, dubcon, kind of cnc but it’s emphasized repeatedly that reader initiates and is in control of what is taking place, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie, degradation (slut), pet names (doll, angel) religious imagery, gun mention, std testing mention, fem + afab reader, soulmate talk

Rating: R, 18+

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You knew it was wrong, you’d seen just how easily Penelope was able to track someone down through their “anonymous” profile on websites just like this one, but your desires got the better of you, and you just had to try.

Your profile was nondescript, your age, a vague physical description of yourself, and a link to a meticulously detailed account of your wildest fantasies. After weeks of back and forth, chatting with a few equally nondescript profiles, you found the one that you really clicked with, the stranger you decided you’d let sneak into your window and do whatever he wanted with you. After an std panel and the agreement of your safe word, you decided to fully commit, sending this complete stranger your address and logging off for the night.

Even though you knew this was a stupid idea, you weren’t a complete idiot, you had plans in case anything went south, including placing your handgun in your bedside table for easy access if you, god-forbid, had to use it. Placing yourself in a high-risk situation was the whole point, and you couldn’t wait to see how it turned out.

You spent the remainder of your afternoon preparing, doing every grooming ritual you’d usually do before a date, but this time felt somehow more important. You didn’t even know what this guy looked like, and yet, you wanted to be the picture of beauty for him. It was silly, but you always pictured yourself the prettiest you’d ever been when you daydreamed about being ravaged by a stranger. You wanted to be completely irresistible in every way, and you were doing everything in your power to accomplish that.

As the sun finally set, your excitement levels began to rise, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your masked suitor. You opened the bedroom window just above your fire escape, the cool night air drawing goosebumps over your exposed skin, only a thin lace slip and matching panties adorning your frame. You crawled into bed, double checking your bedside drawer before pulling your comforter over your body, eagerly drifting off to sleep.

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Spencer had been keeping a secret, one that he did not want you to know about, until today. A few weeks ago he’d stayed late to finish up some paperwork for the last case you’d been on, when his pen ran out of ink just as he was about to sign off the last document. He walked to your empty desk, reaching across it to grab a pen from the cup next to your monitor, when his arm brushed against your mouse, causing your display to light up.

He knew he shouldn’t snoop, but curiosity got the best of him, scanning through the title of each tab open on your browser until a certain website caught his eye. He went against his better judgment and clicked the tab, his jaw dropping upon viewing your profile, and with it, the graphic description of your sexual proclivities. His brain immediately cemented that information in his mind’s eye, fit to torture him for days after the encounter.

He couldn’t stop picturing himself fulfilling all of those desires for you, having to excuse himself to the bathroom several times a day to take care of the bulge in his pants just from being around you. He eventually bit the bullet, creating his own profile on the website and messaging you as an “anonymous” suitor, beyond pleased when the two of you hit it off. He felt bad not telling you, but this was a means to an end that would surely leave you both satisfied, and the devious part of him won out this time.

He did everything you asked, getting tested so he could fuck you raw, he was apprehensive about the risks of a potential pregnancy even without the fear of std transmission, but the way you begged so beautifully in your messages for him to creampie you was more than enough to convince him. The moment he got your message with your address, he went out and purchased a mask to conceal his identity just like you asked, and anxiously waited for nightfall.

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The graze of fabric against your skin gently woke you as your bedding was pulled down off of your body, your mind clouded from the deep sleep you’d been sunk in seconds before. You rolled onto your back, starting to lift your head until a large hand clamped over your mouth, forcing your head back down onto your pillow. Your eyes widened, darting around the room before settling on the masked figure on top of you. You tried to scream against his palm, but the sound simply reverberated back against you, muffled by his strong grip.

His free hand made quick work of cutting off your slip, the thin fabric splitting easily against the blade of the knife in his grasp. You struggled underneath him, weakly pushing at his strong shoulders, feigning defense as the heartbeat in your cunt grew stronger by the second. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, the adrenaline coursing through your veins making you feel almost high.

“Don’t fight it.” He hushed, holding the knife flush against your neck. You slowed your movements, settling for shifting your legs against his. He removed his hand from your mouth, freeing it up to gather your hands to pin them above your head as well as give you an opportunity to use your safe-word if need be.

He trailed the knife down your body, your chest heaving with shaky breaths as the blade scratched a small cut between your breasts, warm droplets of blood forming in it’s wake. He followed the curve of your body, leaving shallow kitten scratches until he reached your hip, using the tip of the knife to carve a heart into your skin. The sting of each movement set every nerve ending in your body on fire, the wetness pooling between your thighs increasing by the second.

He pressed his thumb to the wound, smearing the blood down to the waistband of your panties, using the digit to pull the fabric before letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped, your labored breaths growing more desperate as he brought the blade to slice the fabric, exposing your embarrassingly wet cunt.

“Look at how wet you are, you love this, don’t you?” The condescension in his tone felt almost half-hearted, and the more of his voice you heard, the more familiar he started to sound, but you couldn’t quite place why. You looked down at him, watching his every move as you tried to place him.

He set the knife on the bed, using his now free hand to yank his pants down, his hard cock slapping against his thigh. Your eyes went wide at his size, looking just long and thick enough to have you a little worried about being able to take him raw, but the thought of being stretched to your limits sent another wave of arousal straight to your core and helped quell that fear ever so slightly.

“If you don’t want this, just say the word.” His words dripped from his lips like honey, sickly sweet, and in that moment you had never felt more sure of your desire for anything in your life.

—

Spencer wondered if the way he was feeling was akin to that of religious psychosis, so engulfed in your very being that he ought to worship at your altar for the rest of his life, fit to carry out any act you requested of him.

His brain kept your description of your fantasy scrolling in the back of his mind, catering to everything you had written to a T in hopes of making this a night you’d never forget. The only thing at the forefront of his thoughts, however, was the intoxicating sounds you made every time he gripped or marked your skin. Each note sought to pull his focus, threatening his plan as it tempted him to lose control all together. He couldn’t do that, his conscience too righteous in its goal to keep you as pleased as possible.

He took his time, marking you just the way you’d requested, his cock twitching with every whimper that flowed out of you until he finally reached your core, the lace of your underwear glistening under the moonlight cast through your open window from how wet you were. He wanted to sink fully into you without a care in the world, but he had to make sure this was absolutely what you wanted. He was, to your knowledge, a stranger after all, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable in any way.

—

You frantically shook your head in acknowledgment, spreading your legs wider for him, ready for this tall stranger to finally be inside of you. Your eagerness spurred him on, a surge of confidence washing over him as he let go of your wrists, his large hands gripping your hips and pulling you further down the bed. He lifted your legs so your knees rested atop his shoulders, his rough movements making you gasp.

He brought his cock to your core, running the shaft through your slick folds before slapping the head against your clit a few times, the repeated hits making your hips jolt ever so slightly. He hummed low in the back of his throat, lining up his tip with your entrance before thrusting forward, bottoming out inside of you in one fell swoop.

“You’re so tight.” He grunted, one hand holding an iron grip on your thigh to hold your leg up, the other digging fingerprints into your hip. You gasped once more at the intrusion, feeling more full than ever before as he set a steady but unrelenting pace. Your gasp turned to crying moans, brows furrowed in awe at the way his cock stretched you so deliciously, prominent veins rubbing against the contours of your sensitive walls.

Each snap of his hips had his balls slapping against your ass, the lude sound mixing with his grunts and the wet squelching where your bodies met in the most intimate way, the decibel level in the room reaching an all-time high.

You bit your lip, trying to quiet yourself to at least somewhat lower the noise and not disturb your sleeping neighbors, but the absence of your desperate moans was not lost on him. His pace slowed, his left hand firmly gripping your chin to force you to look at his masked face. His eyes met yours through the thin slit in the dark fabric.

You knew those eyes, those big, soft brown irises, so comforting, yet darker than you recognized, pupils far more blown than you’d ever seen before. You knew him, but there was no way. Your mind must have been playing tricks on you, because there was no way that Spencer Reid would do anything this perverse, let alone with you.

“Louder, slut.” He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lower lip out from under your bite.

“I-I’m not a slut.” You mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“Only a slut would leave her bedroom window open, practically begging a stranger to come in and fuck her.” This was far too brazen to be Spencer, you thought, a level of blunt confidence you’d never in a million years expect from him.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” You stuttered over your words, raising your voice in an attempt to half heartedly defend your actions.

“Well then, you should really be more careful next time.” He laughed, releasing his grip on your face before playfully slapping your cheek and increasing the pace of his thrusts, his now free hand finding your clit. His calloused thumb drew broad strokes over and over and over against your sensitive bundle of nerves, a knot tightening in your stomach as you drew closer and closer to your release. You turned your head, trying to bury your face in the pillow as you writhed underneath him, your body frantically looking for relief.

“Oh don’t be shy doll, let me see how much you’re enjoying this.” His tone was almost sing-song, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were. He pressed his body down closer to yours, almost pinning your thighs against your stomach, the change in angle forcing a borderline scream from your lungs, crying out strangled ‘uh’s with every stroke. You looked him in the eye, desperate to know if this deity above you could possibly be your nerdy coworker, and every interaction you’d had with him flashed before your eyes.

Every fleeting glance he took at your chest or your ass, the way he lingered behind you in the field, feeling his presence even when you couldn’t see him. You couldn’t think of a time he wasn’t around a corner when you turned it, always near whenever you needed his help on a case. You always secretly hoped he'd make a move sooner or later, but you never thought it would be anything like this.

He was omnipotent, knowing exactly how to make you feel things you’d never felt before, pushing your body to levels of pleasure you never thought possible. You thought you might disappear, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to make sense of everything, finally understanding why the French refer to orgasms as the little death.

Your walls fluttered around him, the sounds leaving you reduced to pathetic whimpers as your vocal chords grew strained.

“That’s it, cum on my cock, angel.” He groaned, his thrusts growing increasingly desperate. The pet name surprised you, but if he saw you as an angel, how fitting considering how godlike he felt to you in that moment. You could tell he was close, and if your orgasm was what would get him to cum inside you, then so be it. Your eyes glazed over, your hands clawing at his back as you chanted ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ like a mantra, wave after wave of euphoria washing over every nerve in your body.

—

Spencer was a man possessed, his primal urges leaving his mind completely uninhibited, so lost in your body that he thought he might need divine intervention to ever leave you.

He didn’t quite understand where the sudden dominant urge coursing through his veins had come from, but he didn’t care to dwell too much on the thought, content to fuck you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

He knew that wouldn’t happen, but he secretly hoped you’d realize who he was, wishing for nothing more than for you to want him for him. His heart felt like it may burst at the thought, the desire to be wanted as he was ever-lingering inside of it, that being the very motivation behind his lingering tendencies from the start.

As your heat contracted around him, he felt an embrace like no other, hoping the myth of twin flames to be true. If this connection wasn’t proof of it, how could he rationally explain anything? He knew the scientific reasoning behind it, but it didn’t feel like enough, such a finite explanation for a feeling so sempiternal.

He wondered if you felt the same way too, so lost in his every desire that he let himself dive into the delusion, using the pet name he wished he could call you every day for eternity.

Your chants and cries as you came set him free, his hips stuttering as he finally filled your aching cunt to the brim with his seed. He hovered above you, catching his breath, watching your expression soften as you rode out your orgasm, practically glowing.

When he finally snapped out of his lust-fueled haze, he fully remembered his role, pulling out of you and quickly scrambling to stand, fixing his pants and underwear. You had agreed to his departure after, and as badly as he wanted to hold you until you drifted off to sleep, he respected your wishes more than his wants. He walked to the window, lifting his leg to climb out of it when you cleared your throat, drawing his attention. He turned, seeing you sit up, hazy smile on your face.

“Thank you.” You sighed, and he gave a nod of acknowledgement before slipping out of the window and into the night.

—

When you awoke, you had a couple minutes of doubt in which you thought the events of the night before had all been a dream, until you moved to get out of bed and winced at sting from the shallow marks adorning your body and the dull ache between your legs. You smiled to yourself, before looking at your phone and realizing what time it was. You were going to be late, and panic set in when you realized you’d have to go to work in the makeup you’d fallen asleep in last night.

You rushed out the door, checking your makeup in a compact mirror in your car, wiping a small bit of smudged mascara off of your brow bone before walking into work.

“Fun night?” Derek quipped as you walked through the doors, always the first to poke fun at your perceived escapades.

“You could say that.” You laughed, setting your handbag on your desk before joining the team to walk to the conference room.

“What happened?” Penelope asked, almost panicked, taking your arm in her hand and pointing to the only visible cut on your body.

“Oh that’s nothing, I just scraped my arm on my car door.” You reassured, smiling at her. As much as you loved your best friend, she didn’t need to know the truth of your little white lie.

“You should really be more careful next time.” Spencer’s voice came from behind you, his hand gently resting on your hip before squeezing right where the heart shaped cut from the night before was inlaid in your skin. His words reverberated in the space between your ears as your brain processed what he’d just said.

Realization hit you like a semi truck, your lips parting in shock. Your suspicions had been correct, and you almost wanted to turn around and kiss then interrogate him right there. You couldn’t do that though, having a full work day in front of both of you.

Now you just had to figure out a time and place to broach the subject with him without completely humiliating yourself.

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part 2 can be found here

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dandelionsresilience · 3 months ago

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Dandelion News - March 15-21

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1. Zoo 'overjoyed' as lion cubs increase pride to 10

“The litter of rare northern African lions was the second batch to be born recently at Whipsnade Zoo in Bedfordshire, after three arrived in November. […] "The youngsters will grow up side-by-side with their half-siblings, and I'm sure they'll love having an abundance of playmates."”

2. Ohio Appeals Court Rules Trans Care Is Healthcare, Strikes Down Ban For Trans Youth

“The ruling rested on two key findings: first, that gender-affirming care constitutes legitimate medical treatment, and second, that parents have the constitutional right to make healthcare decisions for their children.”

3. Oystercatcher Recovery Campaign Offers a Rare Success Story about Shorebird Conservation

“Fifteen years of coordinated conservation efforts have produced a significant recovery in the U.S. population of the American oystercatcher[….] Schulte predicted that the protection efforts will survive [federal funding cuts] because of the large number of non-federal partners involved.”

4. Fish-tracking robot aims to make fishing more sustainable in developing nations

“A solar-powered, transparent [robot] that can roam the waters autonomously for five days at a stretch, counting fish [… can help fishers] avoid the overfishing [… and] mean less fuel consumed by boats searching for schools of fish, and less degradation of nets due to trawling where there are no fish.”

5. Zoologist Rediscovers Grasshopper Species Believed Extinct

“[… T]he Appalachian grasshopper […] camouflages with its surroundings—perhaps part of the reason people haven’t seen it [since 1946]. [… A zoologist] had seen some reports on iNaturalist that he thought could have been the species[, …] and after surveying several locations, he found a female.”

6. Scaling agroforestry can support fisheries, local food production and cultural practices

“The research found that combining native forest protection (100,000 acres) with transitioning suitable fallow agricultural land to agroforestry (400,000 acres) could [reduce] erosion and boosting nearshore food production by almost 100,000 meals per year[….]”

7. A cell pulls off one of the 'Holy Grails' of biotechnology

“[… A] single-celled alga with a nucleus [… can conduct] a chemical conversion reaction that helps create some of the essential building blocks of life. […] One day, Capone says the nitroplast could be introduced to crops to allow them to convert their own nitrogen without relying on external fertilizer.”

8. FERC: Solar + wind set for a strong 3-year run despite Trump’s sabotage

“Solar accounted for 68.2% of all new generating capacity placed into service in January – more than double the solar capacity added a year earlier (1,176 MW). […] Around 30% of US solar capacity is in small-scale (e.g., rooftop) systems that are not reflected in FERC’s data.”

9. As ghost junk haunts the sea, ‘mermaids’ are fighting back

“Just two days after completing the training, Diana Garcia, one of the Sirenas, helped remove nearly 900 kilograms (2,000 pounds) of [abandoned] ghost gear and debris in the waters near her community[….]”

10. A Nest-Protecting Program Pays Off for Alabama’s Snowy Plovers

“Over the past two breeding seasons, 18 Snowy Plover chicks fledged—a major turnaround after five years of almost no chick survival. [… The team made] a concerted effort to educate the public about the need to give the birds space[, … and] people have not directly caused plover losses in Alabama recently[….]”

March 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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lvnleah · 4 months ago

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accidental hard launch | kyra cooney-cross

You should have double-checked. Triple-checked. It was a habit, usually a necessity because your anxiety made you overthink things like this.

Privacy was important to you, especially when it came to your relationship with Kyra. You weren’t ashamed, not at all, but keeping it just yours felt safer, less overwhelming.

But somehow, you’d messed up.

The realisation didn’t hit until your phone started buzzing on the table beside you, interrupting the mindless Netflix episode playing in the background. At first, you ignored it, assuming it was just the usual team group chat chaos.

Then came a second buzz.

A third.

Then your phone started going off in rapid succession, messages piling up so fast that the screen barely had time to go dark between notifications.

Frowning, you picked it up.

Your stomach flipped, dread creeping in as you switched to Instagram.

There it was.

The photo you’d meant to post on your private account, the one with barely thirty followers, all trusted friends, was instead sitting proudly on your main feed. Public. For all of your followers to see.

Your heart started to pound in your chest.

It was an innocent enough picture. It was an old one from your first holiday as a couple that summer and she was on the beach chair next to you. You’d tried to take a photo of her but instead, she reached over and decided to pepper kisses all over your hand.

And the caption? Oh, the caption made it worse.

You stared, horrified, as the likes and comments continued to flood in. Fans, teammates, and even journalists speculating. Your worst nightmare was unfolding in real-time.

A noise from the kitchen snapped you out of it. Kyra.

Completely oblivious.

You scrambled off the couch, phone gripped tightly in your hand as you rushed toward her. “Kyra,” you blurted, voice tight with panic.

She turned around with a spoon in her mouth, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You held up your phone. “I posted it.”

She blinked. “Yeah, I know. I saw it when you took it.”

“No, Kyra.” You inhaled sharply, pulse racing. “I posted it on my main account.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then—

“Oh, sick.”

You gawked at her. “Sick? Is that all you have to say? Sick?”

She grinned, setting the spoon down. “Yeah! I mean, I kinda figured we’d get caught eventually. Might as well rip the band-aid off, eh?”

Your stomach twisted, hands gripping your phone tighter. “Kyra, I didn’t want—” Your voice cracked. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”

Her expression faltered, the teasing glint in her eyes softening as she took a step toward you. “Babe…”

You felt your chest tightening, breathing shallow. The anxiety was creeping in, clawing up your spine, squeezing your lungs. Kyra noticed immediately, of course, she did. She always did.

“Hey, hey, c’mere,” she murmured, gently prying the phone from your grip and setting it on the counter. Her arms wrapped around you, warm and grounding, as she pulled you into her chest. “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie. “But what if—”

“Nah,” she interrupted softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No ‘what ifs.’ We’ll handle it. Together.”

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut. You weren’t convinced yet, not entirely. After a moment, she spoke again, voice still light but careful. “And, you know… at least the picture’s cute.”

Despite yourself, a small, shaky laugh escaped. “It is, isn’t it?”

She pulled back just enough to grin down at you. “Hell yeah, it is. I look hot.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling slowly. Kyra rocked you slightly in her arms, her chin resting atop your head as she rubbed slow circles into your back. The tension in your shoulders hadn’t fully eased, but the weight of her touch made it a little easier to breathe.

“Y’know,” she started, her voice laced with amusement, “People love us, bet the comments are great.”

You groaned, pulling back just enough to glare at her. “Kyra—”

“What?” She held her hands up in mock innocence. “I’m just saying, we might be the internet’s new favourite couple. Beat Beth and Viv!”

Your phone was still buzzing somewhere behind her, a constant reminder that this was very much not something you could just ignore. Your private life, something you’d worked so hard to keep yours, was now out in the open.

There was no taking it back.

Kyra must’ve noticed the way your lips pressed into a tight line, how your fingers twitched at your sides. Her teasing softened into something gentler. “Okay, babe, look at me.”

You did, hesitantly, and found nothing but warmth in her gaze.

“You don’t have to deal with this alone,” she reassured you. “We’ll turn off your notifications, get off social media for a bit. We’ll make some tea, watch something other than that depressing documentary you love—”

“Hey,” you muttered weakly, but she just smirked.

“—and if you want, we can put out a little statement or whatever. Make it clear this is our relationship to share and we’ll do things in our own time.”

You exhaled slowly. “And if I don’t want to say anything?”

“Then we don’t,” she said easily. “It’s up to you, always.”

That was the thing about Kyra. She joked, teased, and never took much seriously but she always took you seriously.

Then Kyra grinned. “But if we do say something, I think we should go big. Like, a full-on announcement video. I can be like—” She widened her eyes dramatically, clutching her chest. “‘Guys, the love of my life just revealed us to the world, and I couldn’t be happier. Please respect our privacy during this beautiful time—’”

You smacked her arm, but there was no real force behind it. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love it.”

You huffed, shaking your head, but the small smile tugging at your lips gave you away. “I really don’t.”

“Liar.”

“Fine, okay I do love it.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around her neck before placing a kiss on her lips.

#lvnleah #kyra cooney cross x reader #woso x reader

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cuntressgoingdigital · 2 months ago

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SUPER RICH KIDS | ufc fighter! abby anderson x model! reader

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synopsis: you're a fairly notable model and a big fan of UFC newcomer, abby anderson. by a cruel twist of fate, you're caught liking a tik tok edit of abby on your main account. instead of backing down, you use unconventional methods to capture the attention of the fighter before the most important fight of her career.

notes: i have spent an unfathomable amount of time writing/rewriting this and i can't take it anymore! if i don't give in and post it now it's going to rot in my drafts forever

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cw: 18+ content MDNI, fem reader (she/her pronouns used), alcohol & drug use, oral (a! receiving), abby is gay & in denial + a huge fucking loser

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you had your phone set up against your vanity where you sat perfecting your makeup. you were only running to grab coffee with your friend who was stopping in town for a quick photoshoot. comments on your instagram live scrolled quickly on your phone as your ten thousand viewers all vied for your attention.

“what have you been watching?” you read a comment aloud. you hummed in thought for a moment. “i honestly haven’t had a lot of time to watch stuff recently. fashion week is coming up and y’all know that’s my favorite time of the year.” one last look in your vanity mirror, and you decided your makeup was officially done. “however,” you begin “my ex got me really into ufc, so i always make time for that.” the comments immediately start with their guesses about the identity of this ex, as per usual. tabloids loved to make every small hangout a dating rumor. you ignored those comments and doubled back to your statement. “really, think about it. hot women beating the shit out of each other. one of television’s greatest gifts.” crying laughing emojis started rolling in. “i’m actually really excited for this next fight card.”

a text from your friend dings on your phone alerting you that she’s on her way to the cafe. your cue to end the live. “okay babes, thank you so much for chatting with me! i have to go, but i love all of you. mwah!” you blew a kiss at the camera before pressing the button to stop the broadcast.

later that night, you’re laying in bed, staring at your phone. a crucial part of your nightly routine. it was as if your tik tok for you page had heard your earlier declaration and started showing you edits of different ufc fighters. you had no interest in the male fighters, scrolling past those videos with no hesitation. this idea did pique your interest. you tap over to the search tab, and type

abby anderson edits

she was by far your favorite fighter. tear jerking underdog story and the icing on top of the cake was how hot she was. that long blonde hair that was always shiny and soft looking. her perfectly toned arms that you frequently envisioned wrapped around your waist. her long fingers that always prompted the most embarrassingly sinful thoughts.

the post was a cinematic, yet concerningly horny, work of art. you double tapped the post and continued on with your idle scroll until you tossed your phone to the other end of the bed and fell asleep.

the repeated buzzing of your phone pulled you from your slumber. the sun was blocked by your blackout curtains, so you had no real concept of time until you looked down at your phone. only a little after 11AM. the next thing that caught your eye was numerous texts in your groupchat with your friends: charlotte, cassidy, and lynzee.

charlotte, you’d met at a grammy’s afterparty when she brought home the best new artist award. cassidy was your typical drug abusing miami rich girl skating by on daddy’s money. and lynzee was a model you had worked with so often that you became pretty close. after a few years of forcing everyone into close proximity, you were a merry band of semi-dysfunctional really rich friends.

lynzee: bitch PLEASE check twitter

char: oml thats fucking embarrassing

cass: girl atp you gotta delete all your accounts and move to mars

you realized very quickly all of these texts were directed at you. your hands were shaking as you opened twitter. what could it be this time?

your mentions were blowing up with the same screenshot. you had accidentally liked the edit of abby on your main account. the creator immediately noticed and posted the screenshot of the notification on twitter. you screamed into your pillow. there was no way to undo this. it was embarrassing, but not career ending. you thumbed back to the groupchat.

you: man fuck yall!!

you: idk ig im gna double down lmao

you reopen the twitter app and quote the original tweet.

uh oh. you guys caught me lmao

there was no real point in trying to claim you got hacked or that it was an accident. you would just ride the wave until everyone found something else to talk about.

and after a couple days they did. it was left as an inside joke for your friend group in which they sent you every video of abby that they came across, irrevocably altering everyone’s social media algorithms.

thursday night your manager called while you were enjoying a lovely meal of doordashed sushi. her grating high pitched voice would’ve ruined your dinner if you weren’t already so used to it.

“hey, tiff. what’s up?” you put the phone on speaker so you could pour your soy sauce and prepare your chopsticks.

“okay. hear me out– and listen to my full statement before you sigh, scoff, or say anything! i know how you are.” her words made you scowl, but you kept all reactionary noises to yourself. “okay, so tomorrow you’re hopping on a plane to las vegas. your most recent controversy with a certain ufc fighter was caught by some of the promotional execs at maison margiela.” you could only cringe in silence. did everyone know? “they want you to attend saturday’s fight card, show off some new pieces, maybe act cute and joke around, then you can go home.” tiffany paused. “now you may speak.”

“you just set this up without asking me? what if i had plans?”

“if you did, you didn’t run them by me and thus they don’t exist.”

truthfully, you didn’t have plans. you just didn’t want to relive the last 48 hours. people had finally given up teasing you online. in the past, people have called you every evil name under the sun, all of which you could brush off. this time you were publicly labeled as a horny freak. this time the allegations were true.

you let out the sigh that tiffany anticipated from the moment you pressed the green answer call button. “what time is my flight?”

“good girl.”

and just like that, the very next day you were touching down in las vegas after your red eye flight. moving through TSA and the gates were a breeze. you slept for a few hours before your usual stylist met you at your hotel room. they took some measurements, showed you a few outfit concepts, and were on their way. you spent most of the day in bed in your hotel room, drumming up the energy to sit through hair and makeup later that night.

abby’s fight was meant to begin around 10:30PM. while you had spent your time resting in bed, abby had been tirelessly working out, stretching, and psyching herself up. tonight was a big moment for her. she was slated to fight ellie williams, a certified fan favorite. her trainer was a hot shot old timer who retired a good twenty or so years ago. she essentially picked up his mantle, and everyone’s obsession with him trickled down into support for her. abby came from relatively humble beginnings. her trainer, isaac, had always remained rather private. he’d trained a few other fighters, but none of them had any real notoriety or staying power. abby wanted to break that pattern. she needed to prove herself tonight.

it also didn’t help that ellie had talked so much shit about her and her fighting track record. most of the time it was something you did for cameras and then laugh about behind the scenes. ellie’s demeanor never changed on or off camera. as months went on, during weigh in, press conferences, and a million other events, ellie never failed to make a snide comment. months later, abby’s animosity was festering. every meeting turned into a pissing match complete with swearing and the occasional low blow. there was now a deep seeded rivalry (read: hatred) between the two of them.

your hair and makeup had taken longer than expected, which pushed your stylist back, and now your driver was waiting and more irritated than usual. this night was already a clusterfuck and you hadn’t even gotten to the venue yet.

you: are yall coming out with me tn?

you: pls say yes or i’ll die actually

lynzee: ya my plane landed a couple hrs ago lmk when you’re leaving your little event

char: couldnt get a flight for tn but i’ll see u tmrwwww

cass: i’m omw to the hotel rn

no matter how stressful this night was, rest assured you would be getting trashed with your friends and none of it would matter in the morning. you tuck your phone into your bag and step out of the car. like always, there were a million camera flashes directed at you. dozens of people calling your name, asking some trivial question or another. there was only one question you were told to answer.

“what are you wearing tonight?” a female reporter shouted over the crowd.

“maison margiela. head to toe, baby.” you blew a kiss and waved at the cameras. while that exchange only lasted for approximately 120 seconds, the walk from the car to the venue entrance shaved at least ten years off of your lifespan.

you were escorted to your seat with a perfect vantage point of the octagon (and the numerous cameras set up throughout the stadium). these tickets had to have cost thousands of dollars. the crowd was going wild after the last fight that had apparently ended with a dislocated knee. you made a mental note to look up the replays later.

you gasped when the woman who had occupied the spot next to you reclaimed her seat. “oh my god! holy shit!”

it was one of the more popular female rappers in recent history. your glam team always played her music while getting you ready and you had grown to enjoy a few of her songs. the two of you chatted effortlessly, giggling and posing for pictures for passersby.

“hold on, let me get one for my instagram story!” you take a quick selfie of the two of you making kissy faces at each other, captioning it with:

abby anderson’s #1 and #2 fan (i am NOT #2)

you tag her and she quickly reposts it, causing your notifs to go wild. not even 15 minutes later, one of the stadium cameras zoomed in on your face. you could see the little name card they put under your image. runway model was in bold beneath your name.

a man with a microphone, whom you recognize as one of the in house reporters, waltzes up to you in the stands. “it’s so nice seeing you here tonight. you look gorgeous as always.”

you force out your best exaggerated fake laugh. “thank you, thank you. i’m so happy to be here.”

“the people have one big question on their mind. who are you rooting for tonight?” he pauses before turning the microphone towards you. you watch as the large screen in the center of the stadium flashed to a screenshot of your post that was barely 20 minutes old. their social media interns are really on top of it tonight. “now, some people may say the answer is just a little obvious.” he finally turns the microphone in your direction.

“you guys are really putting me on blast tonight, huh?” you giggle. “i’m here to watch anderson absolutely wash her competition. its no secret that i’m a really big fan. and,” you pause, trying to gauge how much you would regret uttering these words. management wanted cute, so you’d give it to them. “abby, if you see this and you’re into girls, my DMs are wide open.”

the stadium roared in laughter and gasps and you had a strong suspicion that nobody was focused on your outfit anymore.

meanwhile, abby is completely oblivious to the crowd and ruckus as isaac gives her words of encouragement as best as he could. he wasn’t quite an affectionate presence.

“you get out there, and you beat that girl until she cannot stand up. you hear me?”

abby nods. she closes her eyes and starts her deep breathing exercises that she always does right before a match.

her eyes snap open when she hears her friend, nora, gasp. she’s scrolling on her phone with misplaced fervor.

“what the fuck? don’t do shit like that!” abby shouts. she becomes mean before all of her matches. she’s normally a bit more graceful with her language and delivery. not by much, but the difference is noticeable.

after a few moments of silence, abby speaks again with a slightly raised voice. “what the fuck is your deal?”

nora was used to abby’s behavior before a fight, given she was always there as ringside moral support. she completely ignored abby’s sour attitude and turned her phone towards the fighter. “this model shouted you out and now you’re trending on twitter. you’ve also gained, like, 10k on instagram in the last couple days.”

abby was almost completely removed from social media. she didn’t know how to use it and hardly ever opened the app. her management team handled most of her socials, and she didn’t want it any other way. this was the first time she had ever heard your name.

“wait, wait, you have to see this clip.”

“nora get out of here if you’re gonna be a distraction!” isaac’s voice is stern and intimidating. she tunes him out and completely ignores his request.

nora holds her phone in front of abby’s face and immediately her eyes grow wide.

“abby, if you see this and you’re into girls, my DMs are wide open!”

her whole face was suddenly hot. you had said it so coolly. the sweet little giggle you had let out. she wanted to watch the video on repeat just to see the way your lips formed each syllable. she had never considered her sexuality. not until right now, in this exact moment, minutes before she was due out in the ring. there was never any need to. her one and only relationship her entire life had been with a man and that had only recently ended.

she had to admit you were pretty. the longer she stared at your perfectly arranged features, maybe she could see herself—

“get that shit outta here, nora. i’m serious!” isaac’s voice cut through abby’s thoughts. nora rushed out of the room and up into the stands, taking her place in abby’s corner.

the old man’s voice was eventually drowned out by the sound of her own rapidly beating heart. a runway model was interested in her?

you were insanely out of her league. maybe if she had been more famous, more talented, she would feel like she had a shot.

what was she even thinking?

“focus!” isaac yelled a few inches away from her face.

you were antsy in your seat waiting for the match to start. you had put your phone on do not disturb after your friends started rapidly sending messages in the groupchat.

cass: girl wtf why would you say that on LIVE television

lynzee: gay asf in 4k

all of a sudden, the music in the stadium cut and the announcer’s voice came over the loudspeaker.

“and now, we have one of the most anticipated fights of the night! in one corner, we have ellie ‘stealth killer’ williams!” cheers erupted in the stadium as ellie strutted out towards the octagon, flanked by her trainer, joel miller. her head was held high, and as usual, she looked smug. she was the popular pick as tonight’s winner.

“in the other corner, tonight’s underdog, abby anderson, the wolf of salt lake!” when abby came out, her furrowed brow and intense facial features immediately had you blushing. her skin tight black shorts that hugged her massive thighs and tiny sports bra left little to the imagination. all you could think about was placing sweet kisses along her biceps and chest, going lower and lower until her legs were slung over your shoulders for you to bury your face in her cunt and eat her out like it was the last meal you would ever be served.

all abby could think about were all the eyes on her. a few boos came from the crowd, as was expected. sometimes, ufc fans got a little too enthusiastic. the ellie diehards were definitely in the stadium tonight.

“ladies and gentlemen all across the world, it’s time!” the crowd chanted along with the announcer.

more importantly, you were in the stadium tonight. her self proclaimed number one fan. you had single handedly made her popularity skyrocket in only a few days’ time. she couldn’t disappoint you. even worse, it would be embarrassing for her to get her ass kicked publicly with you several feet away, catching every single second of it. so much was riding on this moment.

isaac had stationed himself in her corner of the octagon and she could feel his eyes boring holes into the back of her head. before she knew it, she was in the center of the ring, touching gloves with her opponent.

as soon as the round started, every single thought in her mind melted away. there was only one objective: beat the shit out of ellie williams.

the first round was painful to watch. ellie was known for her quick jabs and light feet, the exact opposite of abby. she was big, burly, and punched hard. ellie dodged her punches beautifully, landing a few kicks and jabs of her own. a few moments before the round ended, ellie connected a nasty kick with abby’s nose. her blood smeared down her face and dripped onto the mat. luckily, she had one minute to recoup back in her corner with isaac.

“all you have to do is outlast her. chill out, reserve that energy. she’ll run out of stamina eventually.” isaac’s voice was a lot calmer in comparison to his sharp tone earlier.

nora busied herself with tenderly wiping blood off of abby’s face and whispering in her ear “you’re good. it doesn’t look broken.”

you had to admit, that was a little hot.

god, you wished that was you.

their sixty seconds ended and it was back into the ring. the second round wasn’t much better. abby had avoided a good amount of ellie’s strikes, but the ones she ate were downright ugly. if the fight were to go to judge’s decision right now, abby would certainly lose. she was going to do everything in her power to prevent that. all of abby’s wins came from knockouts or submissions. technicality was never her strong suit. her adrenaline was at an all time high. she needed to get back in there. one solid punch. that was all she needed.

you were on the edge of your seat, much like everyone else in the stadium.

judging by her movements, it was clear ellie was exhausted. her punches had less momentum. there was an obvious change in strategy: dodge everything and wait for the final round to end. abby noticed this and planned to capitalize off of it. there was a careful pattern to ellie’s movements. she just needed to exploit it.

the entire arena was captured in anxious silence. abby’s right fist had made an audible connection with ellie’s cheek. she fell straight back onto the mat and abby ran to straddle her and keep punching. while barbaric, it was necessary to establish a knockout. doesn’t mean abby didn’t get off on the feeling. watching your opponent drop to the ground like that was a high that was irreplaceable by any drug in the world. that feeling enveloped her tenfold knowing that this time, it was ellie williams.

it only took a few seconds for the referees to intervene, declaring a clean, uncontested knockout. they had to peel abby off of ellie. both of their respective teams flooded the octagon, along with several interviewers.

abby still hadn’t come to. her adrenaline had yet to bottom out. she looked like a deer in headlights as a half dozen people shoved cameras in her face. she couldn’t hear anything. not her team’s congratulations. not the crowd’s uproar.

“you came into this octagon as the sort-of new kid on the block. this is your first time as a headline fighter. is there anything you want to say to everyone after that absolutely beautiful knockout?”

this was the only question abby had thoroughly processed.

“uh…” her voice was unsteady. “i wanna thank my dad, who always encouraged me to never stop fighting. thank you to my fans out there, whether you’ve been here from the very start of my career or you hopped on board an hour ago.”

was she talking about you and your post? the subtle mention nearly had you kicking your feet in the stands.

“and thank you to ellie for being such a cunt, because i don’t think i would’ve been able to hit as hard without a burning desire to put your ass back on that mat.”

the octagon erupts into shouting and swearing as a now conscious ellie started yelling inaudible insults. her trainer joined in on the ruckus creating quite the spectacle. abby geared up to scream back, but is quickly course corrected by isaac and nora leading her out of the ring and off camera.

you cheered all the way up until the moment abby fluttered out of the public eye, shouting until your throat felt sore. now, it was time for you to make your great escape. no use in sticking around to see a bunch of men get maimed in the title fight. especially, when you can instead hang out with your best friends.

you: ok im leaving the venue. meet @ the club around 12?

lynzee: yesssss

the car was already waiting outside when you rushed away trying to avoid any cameras. “please go as fast as possible.” you instructed your driver.

abby was immediately ushered to the makeshift infirmary in the basement of the venue. three different people were inspecting her for any serious injuries while nora prepped ice packs for her.

the adrenaline had her thoughts all over the place. above all the commotion, your words played on loop in her head. this was supposed to be a big moment for her. why were you overshadowing that?

“can everyone get the fuck out? i just need 15 minutes of silence.”

the medical team seemed hesitant, sharing concerned looks with both isaac and nora.

“you heard her! file out!” isaac’s shout sent all of them running.

quiet took over the room while abby tried to clear her mind. god, why couldn’t she rid her thoughts of you?

she turned to nora “show me how to repost something on my instagram story.”

nora’s eyebrows raised. “what do you mean?”

“what do you mean ‘what do i mean’?” abby couldn’t even hold eye contact with her friend. shame and embarrassment had completely taken over. “that model you were talking about…i wanna respond, or whatever.” her attempt at being nonchalant was failing miserably.

“ohhh someone has a crush!” nora teased. “abby you know you can just dm–“

“it’s not like that! she just got me a lot of attention and i wanna thank her.” nora snickered. “can you just do what i’m asking, please? without the commentary.” abby knew regardless of what was said, nora would never let this go. “just tell me or i’ll get someone else to.” this was a lie. she could barely tolerate asking nora.

“will i be getting paid for my duties as your social media manager?”

“nora i’m fucking ser–“

“damn, you’d think you’d be in a better mood after this win.” nora pulled out her phone. “alright, what do you wanna say?”

it was nearing 1AM and you were drunker than you intended to be. some pretty brunette with a heavy spanish accent had bought you more than enough drinks at the bar. it wasn’t long until you found yourself in a dark corner of the club, bodies pressed together, tongues down each other’s throat. her hands roamed down your body, eventually resting at the curve of your ass. you couldn’t tell how much time had passed before a group of three girls came to retrieve their friend. she hands you her phone, a gesture you assumed was intended for you to leave her your number. you oblige, even though you doubt you would care enough to text her back in the morning.

you attempted to sober up just enough to shuffle back to your friends on the dancefloor. every few seconds another person would brush by with an indecipherable “excuse me”, trying not to spill their drink. a few droplets of someone’s cocktails fell onto your bare arms, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. nothing mattered right now.

lynzee leaned down, her mouth next to your ear, she practically had to shout “we’re going to the bathroom!”

she attempted to hold you up as the group of you shoved your way through the crowd. you took a long look at yourself in the mirror. a mix of lipstick belonging to you and the girl who’s name you don’t remember is smeared along your chin.

lynzee snorts incredulously “damn girl, i see you were busy.”

you couldn’t manage the multitasking of a response and redoing your makeup. all you could do was hum in vague affirmation.

cassidy busied herself with crushing a pill on the bathroom counter and lining it up with her metal amex card.

“bitch, ew you’re gonna do that on the public bathroom counter?” you managed to drunkenly slur out.

cassidy rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth. “i’ve done worse.”

“okay well speed it up. we look hot, we need a pic.” lynzee spoke over the sounds of your friend’s deep inhales.

after a few camera flicks and a slew of different poses, the three of you prepared to brave the dancefloor once again.

“lynz, send them in the groupchat. do it now because you always fucking forget.” it was getting harder by the second for you to string along coherent sentences.

you took a brief look down at your phone screen and a single notification caught your eye.

a.ander.son reposted your story

you stopped dead in your tracks. “hold the fuck on.” your fingers made quick work of unlocking your phone and opening instagram. abby never posted on her story. she barely even made regular posts. text was overlaid on your original picture.

thanks for all your support <3

your drunken delusions were building. of all people she shouted you out. she had to have seen the clip of you attempting to flirt. it was meant to be. she liked you back!

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” cassidy asked between sniffles as she rubbed at her nose.

all you could do was turn your phone screen towards your friends. your excitement was more than evident.

lynzee rolled her eyes. “are you, like, 13? dude, if you wanna fuck her just dm her right now.”

“it’s not like that! i mean, i do wanna fuck her, but i don’t wanna just fuck her.” against your better judgement, you go to her profile and click on the messages tab. “what do i even say?” you whine. it took you a few tries to make the message vaguely understandable, but after a while you decided to leave well enough alone.

confrats on the win!! you look super hot even with blood on yoir face :P

after a match, win or lose, sleep always evaded abby. she had been devotedly researching you for the last couple hours. she had read and watched a multitude of interviews where you talk about your life and your accidental break as a model. she studied your runway walk and every magazine spread you had ever been in like there would be a test the very next day.

of course she was attracted to you. who wouldn’t be? you’re a model. well, she wasn’t attracted to you. not in that way.

okay sure, she’d thought about kissing girls in the past, but it was always a fleeting concept . there was a time where she thought she had a crush on nora, but that’s just the way girl friends are, right? there was nothing there. they had just always been really close.

but, she hardly knew you and for the last several hours all she could think about was kissing you. maybe she was just trying to move on from owen? trying to shift her perspective?

it's around 3AM when abby finally built up the courage to open the message. her heart raced as she read the line of text over and over. she tapped over to your instagram story (something nora had taught her to do earlier that day) and she sees a short video of you holding a very expensive bottle of liquor, pouring the liquid directly into the mouth of someone she could only assume to be a friend of yours.

you’re holding the girl by the chin, looking down into her eyes. the sight makes abby’s throat constrict. she could only imagine being in her position.

you holding her chin, head tilted back, mouth open, a string of spit exchanging between your mouths. the mere thought had her rubbing her thighs together, desperate for some reprieve.

what the fuck was she thinking?

that post was made hours ago, thus explaining the drunk text. there was no way you were anything near sober now. even if you weren’t, abby wasn’t quite sure how to respond to your text. instead, she locked her phone and decided to call nora bright and early the next morning.

well, abby didn’t know that read receipts were a thing. you and your friends were being driven to your hotel and you had been drunkenly babbling for the last half an hour.

“god, what if she’s not even gay?” tears began to well in your eyes as drunken theatrics took over. “i fucking embarrassed myself! i bet she’s laughing about it in a groupchat with her friends! that’s what we always do!”

lynzee, being the most sober of your trio, pulls out a crumpled napkin from her purse and dabs the tears that are running down your face.

“you two don’t understand how embarrassing it is to flirt with a straight girl! it is so fucking hard to be gay around here!” you attempted to take deep breaths through choked sobs. “what if this is a sign that i should get back with my ex?”

“NO!” lynzee and cassidy practically scream in unison.

cassidy deeply sighs with her hands over her eyes. “you’re hot. you can pull anyone you want. now, please calm down before you fuck up my high.”

and for the rest of the ride you quietly sobbed while lynzee rubbed your back and attempted to console you with the occasional “it’ll be fine.��

you don’t remember getting up to your hotel room, so when lynzee shakes you awake you take a few extra seconds to take in your surroundings.

“it’s 5PM. get up sleeping beauty.” she places a cold bottle of water and two painkillers into your hands. oh, how grateful you were for her right now.

the two of you order room service while lynzee recounts the events of the night to you.

“there’s actually a video of you cry–“

“don’t fucking show me that! in fact, delete it right fucking now!”

this reminds you of your drunk text to abby. you rush to pick up your phone from the nightstand, ignoring the low battery pop up. your heart is racing.

“can you see if she dmed me back? i can’t do it myself.”

lynzee scoffs. “god you’re so dramatic.” you hear her tap the screen of your phone a few times. “oooo–“

“let me see!” you climb off the bed and rush to snatch your phone back.

there was, in fact, a text from abby that was sent around 9AM.

abby’s hands were shaking when she sent the message. nora had groggily listened to a condensed version of abby’s sexuality crisis for the better part of an hour. nora convinced her to just give the situation a try if she felt so strongly about you.

“imagine fumbling a model all because you’re terrified of being gay.” nora was trying her hardest to keep abby in line. deep down, she wanted this for abby so she’d shut the fuck up about owen. “if you think you like her, just go on a date. if it doesn’t work, no harm, no foul.”

that finally convinced abby to just send the message. when she read it back to nora, she could only groan.

a.ander.son: i’ll be in vegas for the next week if you wanted to get dinner?

a.ander.son: or we can do something else?

a.ander.son: this is my first time here so i’m not really sure what people do around here haha

“it sounds like you’re inviting her to a business meeting, not a date. that wasn’t flirty at all!”

“should i send another–“

“no!” nora quickly exclaimed. “then you’ll look desperate. just wait for her to respond.”

she did just that for a few hours. it was nothing short of agonizing. finally, exhaustion put her out of her misery and she managed to get a few hours of sleep.

sadly, this was your last night in vegas. you had a flight to new york tomorrow afternoon to prepare for your runway appearance for fashion week. there was no way you would have your shit together in the next hour or two to make it to dinner either.

you: srry i just woke up!!

you: me & my friends are going to a penthouse party tn if you wanna pull up? we’ll prob be there around 11ish? you can be my +1 :)

the sound of her phone buzzing tore abby from her sleep. she wasted no time unlocking her phone and reading your message. she hadn’t ever been to a real party before. in the one semester of college she had completed she was invited to a frat party alongside owen and lasted about twenty minutes before she became overwhelmed and left. he hadn’t even bothered to walk her home.

she could tell this party would be drastically different. this wasn’t a bunch of college kids. it was likely a bunch of b-list celebrities and nepo babies. abby wasn’t anywhere near notable enough to hang with that crowd.

but, she needed to see you. who knows the next time you’ll be free? much less in the same city as her.

a.ander.son: ok sounds fun. i can meet you there?

you squealed in excitement and flopped back against your bed. ultimately, she would be your fourth plus one which would be pushing it if the guy hosting the party, some wannabe actor who’s dad is a prominent movie producer, hadn’t been begging for attention in your dms for the last several months. apparently, he didn’t believe you were gay. hopefully this would put his advances to rest.

abby called nora five times before she answered.

“what is it now? i was in the shower.”

“i have–“ abby glanced at her phone screen to check the time. “less than six hours to figure out an outfit for a penthouse party.” her thoughts were racing while she thought about every single detail of the night. “i didn’t pack anything fancy. god, and she’s gonna be dressed in designer–”

“take a deep breath, anderson.” there’s some shuffling on the line and abby hears the shower water turn off. “we’ve got a couple hours before shops close. we’ll find you something.”

it took a few hours and several shops to curate a suitable outfit for abby. a black linen button down that she purposely left unbuttoned halfway down to expose the perfect amount of her chest. a pair of tight fitting khaki slacks gripped her ass in the best way possible. the last, and arguably most important, piece of the outfit was a thin gold chain with a small wolf pendant attached to it that sat along the exposed skin of her chest. nora took the time to gel down and neatly plait abby’s hair. everything about her appearance had to be perfect.

it was nearing the meet up time and abby was running on max three hours of sleep. nora had abandoned her in favor of getting some sleep back in her hotel room. the feelings of anxiety and sleep deprivation were blending into this miserable haze of unending thought. she checked her phone every time it buzzed.

you: what’s your addy? i’ll send a car for you

you: gotta ride separately with my besties

you: just tell the dude at the door that youre with me

it didn’t take long for the driver to arrive after she sent the text with her address. the man didn’t bother turning back to look at her before speeding off. the whole ride, abby feverishly texted nora with updates.

nora: just take a couple shots it’ll make everything better!! have fun babe <3

when the car stopped abby was met with the sight of a twenty story building towering over her. the lobby area was well furnished with couches, a crystal chandelier light fixture, gold framed paintings, and roman-esque pillars. there was a lone man waiting downstairs. he was tall, bald, buff, and staring at her like she was the scum of the earth. if she hadn’t been trained as a professional fighter she would imagine his gaze would spark some semblance of fear.

“uh, i’m here for the party, i guess?”

he didn’t speak a word until she uttered your name and showed off the text thread between both of you.

“follow me.” the hulking man led her towards a glass elevator and her heart immediately dropped. the elevator was spacious, but all at once she felt claustrophobic. she had to make a concerted effort to steady her breathing. every second felt like an hour as the elevator ascended past all twenty floors. she busied her mind and hands texting you

a.ander.son: i think i’m here? i’m going up in the elevator

when the elevator finally opened she was met with an unfathomable amount of people. this had to be a fire code violation. the music was too loud and there were at least a hundred voices trying to shout over it. the claustrophobic feeling came back and was ten times worse.

there were two separate stories to the penthouse. the second story was a closed in space that overlooked the bottom floor. people had crowded along the stairs and were packed in on the awning. the modified kitchen and lounge area was swimming with people, all seemingly crowded around the bar towards the kitchen area. towards the back of the first floor were huge glass panels from floor to ceiling. she could see the terrace outfitted with a huge pool and a full service bar.

people were shoving past her with nary an “i’m sorry” or “excuse me”.

where the hell were you?

before she could gather her bearings she was approached by a clearly drunk man.

“holy shit!” he slurred. “you’re that hot ufc girl! ”

all abby could spare was a half-hearted awkward laugh. “yeah, i guess.”

“bro, can i get a pic? my friends won’t believe you’re here!” before she could reply he was already moving in, placing an arm around his shoulder. “dude, you beat the shit out of williams yesterday.” he flagged down his friend who already had a camera ready. she was wholly unprepared when the flash went off.

she hoped that wouldn’t be posted anywhere.

“oh my god, will you move?” somehow abby could hear your voice over the deafening music and chatter of the party guests.

you scoffed, clearly disgusted by the man in your vicinity. “get away from her, travis. she’s not gonna fuck you.” you gave the man a light shove, sending him stumbling backwards. “now fuck off!”

everything around her melted away. abby was completely in awe. your skin was glowing, hair perfectly groomed, dressed to the nines. she felt horribly underdressed next to you.

your squeal brought her back to reality. “holy shit, you actually came!” overcome with excitement, you threw your arms around her. the smell of your perfume made abby shudder.

she wanted you so bad.

“i’m such a big fan!” you went on. “i’ve been following your career for, like, forever.” finally you released her from the hug and immediately abby missed your warmth. “wait, is that weird to say?”

“no, no, i dont think its weird.” abby reassures you. it’s not like she hadn’t spent several hours last night researching your entire life. “it's nice to finally meet you. you look really pretty.” she felt like a fucking dork. this was like an eighth grade dance. except everyone was really famous, in their 20s, and people were snorting mysterious powders off the bartop.

“you look overwhelmed. is this your first big party?”

how was she failing so miserably at fitting in?

“is it that obvious?”

you intertwined your fingers and began to drag her through the crowd. “don’t worry, a drink will fix everything.” you plowed through the crowd until the two of you were on the terrace. “i can also probably find you any drug of your choice…pretty much anything.”

“no, no. i’m good. i get drug tested regularly before my matches.”

you nod in acknowledgement. how had you not thought of that?

“honestly, i don’t even really drink. my trainer is pretty strict.”

you gasp in surprise. “oh shit, you should’ve said something! i wouldn’t have invited you to a function with a bunch of sloppy drunk wannabes and b-listers.”

“no, its okay! i’m glad i got to tag along!” abby would’ve met you anywhere you requested. she would follow you to hell if it meant she could talk to you for a little longer. “i’ll have a couple drinks with you.”

abby smiles when your face brightens. “yay!”

you shoved your way through the crowd without a care in the world. a few people yelled a greeting at you, but you didn’t spare a passing glance. whilst being dragged, abby noticed a few of them eyeing her up and down. some of the looks had a predatory vibe, like they were waiting for a moment to devour her whole. the rest of them gazed at her in confusion, perhaps trying to place where they would know her from. all of it made her want to crawl into a ball and die on the spot. this was nothing like being in the octagon. it didn’t even compare.

abby doesn’t notice when you stop moving and runs into you, making you practically topple over. before you can fall too far, she gently pulls you by the hand, her other arm bracing you to prevent any impact.

abby parts her lips to apologize, but you speak before she can. “that was smooth, anderson. and kinda hot.”

suddenly, her words failed her.

you lean across the bar and hail over the poor bartender who is clearly up to his neck in drink orders.

you look over your shoulder at abby. “what do you want?”

she didn’t even know the names of cocktails. even if she did, everything had left her brain as soon as you took her hand. “whatever you’re having, i guess?”

“two shots of tequila. salt and lime, pretty please. and none of that bottom shelf shit!”

abby found your mannerisms nothing short of adorable. judging you solely from your interviews, she would’ve never guessed you were this brash in person. you were much softer when faced with the public. it was almost jarring.

“okay, this is good shit so it shouldn’t be too bad going down. ” you finally released abby’s hand to deliver her shot to her, a salt shaker in your other hand. “lick the back of your hand.”

abby did as she was instructed and you shook a small line of salt onto the wet trail of spit. the entire time you held eye contact with her. the whole ordeal felt oddly intimate.

“salt first, shot, then lime, ‘kay?”

she followed your lead and downed the shot. she tried so hard to steady her resolve, but her face gave her away. with the lime in her mouth she watched as your hand raised to thumb off small remnants of salt at the corner of her mouth. the feeling of your freshly done nails grazing her skin made goosebumps raise.

immediately after, your phone vibrates in your purse and you peek at the message.

lynzee: bitch you will never guess whos here…

the next message is a photo that you tap to open. you can’t keep yourself from groaning aloud. it was your ex that you had been crying about the night prior. the last thing you wanted tonight was to see her. she tormented you with the whole on again off again thing for years. anytime you saw each other in a setting like this, she somehow always made it in your pants at the end of the night. you were trying so hard to shut the door on that chapter of life.

“you alright?” abby quickly noticed the change in your demeanor.

you were doing everything in your power not to scream. “yeah. one of my evil exes is here.”

“one of? you have a lot of evil exes then?” abby hoped that didn’t come off as rude. she was trying to lighten the mood.

it does get a laugh out of you. “more than you’d think. we actually just broke up for good.” you let your words sit in the air for a few seconds before you felt the need to clarify. “well, not just, it was like six months ago.”

you huffed. “it’s hard being in the industry. everyone’s tirelessly trying to dig dirt up on you. friends, family, paparazzi. everyone’s telling a different story about my life and my relationships and she just feeds into it.” here you were talking about your ex with a girl you were trying so hard to fuck. “god, she’s such a fucking bitch.”

“yeah, me and my ex boyfriend broke things off a couple months ago. he told me i was putting my career before him, but i found out he was fucking some other girl while we were dating. i’m pretty sure they’re together now.” abby shrugged. “it didn’t really hurt. i guess i hadn’t had feelings for him for a while.” she was starting to regret getting this personal.

“so…” finally, you could address the elephant in the room. “ex boyfriend…we never really broached the subject.” the drinks in your system were making this conversation bearable. “i’m sure you saw that really embarrassing situation on tik tok.”

abby had no clue what you were talking about, but she let you go on.

“and the stuff i said right before your match. i didn’t know if this was a date, or if we were just hanging out, or if you even like girls…” you cut yourself off before you could keep rambling on.

abby was trying so hard not to think about it. she was shit at flirting and hadn’t been on a real date in ages. “if you want it to be a date, then it can be?” she sounded far more unsure of herself than she intended to. how do you tell the girl you’re on a date with that this was her first time being on a date with a girl. even in this moment she was confused about her sexuality.

“can i be really lame for a second?” you slid the two shot glasses back onto the bar. without waiting for a response you continued speaking. “can i get a picture? i know people have been asking you that all night, but i know my followers will find it funny.” you sighed. “well, its actually mostly for me. kind of cool to meet your idols, ya know?”

idol? abby wasn't sure on whether she should be flattered or embarrassed.

abby was almost thankful you gave her something else trivial to think about.

but, she was terrified of being photographed next to you. you looked a million times better than she did right now. she didn’t even know how to pose and you were a model. what was meant to be a cute exchange, was turning into a nerve wracking experience.

while you fiddled with your phone, abby busied herself with brushing a few wispy hairs that had escaped her braid behind her ears.

“cass!” you hailed over a girl that was the visual definition of ‘lights are on, but no one’s home’. her pupils were wide and she practically skipped over. “jesus christ, cass.” you rolled your eyes. “just take this picture for me.”

you stepped back against the glass balcony railing and waved abby towards you. she took a couple hesitant steps before the dizziness and nausea took over. even from several feet away she could see the busy city street thousands of feet below. all she could think about was the glass shattering and her collapsing over the railing.

“are you scared of heights?” your voice broke abby from her trance.

she couldn’t verbally admit that to you. a girl who beats people into submission for a living is afraid of heights? that’s embarrassing.

you could tell by the way her face paled that she was terrified. “hey,” you take her hand and pull her close, her chest flush with your back. “just don’t look down, babe.”

abby’s eyes snapped back to cassidy who was lining up the shot. she took at least a dozen photos from different angles and the whole time abby stood like a statue. when she’s finally done, cass practically shoves your phone back in your hands and turns on her heel to prance off once more.

“have fun…make good choices!” she calls back before disappearing into the crowd.

“that one of your friends?” abby asked whilst watching the girl skip off.

“yeah, that’s cassidy. she’s not really all there, but we love her anyways. you should meet my friends sometime.”

from there you and abby spent a ridiculous amount of time idly chatting over a couple more drinks and you were all over her. the clarification that this was in fact a date meant you had to turn up the charm. there was no way you were leaving this party without her in tow.

you were in a horrendous sex drought and all that had to change tonight.

you never let go of her hand, not even for a second. abby finally gathered the confidence to wrap her free arm around your waist, keeping your chest pressed against her’s. this killed two birds with one stone. you knew your closeness would make its way back to your ex, keeping her at least three yards from you at all times, and you got to be the eye candy of the woman you’d had a schoolgirl crush on for the last year.

as time went on and the alcohol took over, abby started to get a little more personal with her responses and (thankfully) more charismatic. she told you she ended up pursuing ufc after her father put her in boxing classes when she was younger. there were never any real opponents, just learning form and endurance. even then, her coach told her she had natural talent. with him being a neurologist, he was hesitant to let it escalate to real matches. this was hands down one of the worst professions to get into if you wanted to keep a working brain past age 35. alas, he couldn’t tell his daughter no. especially because he knew she would’ve done it anyway with or without his support. he served as her ring side doctor every match and died shortly before she went pro.

you knew all of this after being obsessed with her ever since her debut, but hearing the story in person made you want to sob.

“sorry. i didn't mean to kill the vibe.”

you shook your head “no, no! it’s okay.”

naturally, you got into your backstory and how you got into modeling. the story was actually almost embarrassing if you thought about it too long. you were really popular on tumblr during your teenage years and accidentally became one of those “aesthetic blog” it girls. a la joanna kuchta and barbie ferreira. you were invited to do a small shoot for a big brand and slowly fought your way to the top. now, you do editorial magazine covers and could walk the runway in your sleep.

despite her research, this was something abby didn’t know. you always told the story slightly differently during interviews.

before she can get another thought out, your lips were pressed against hers. she shuddered, unsure of what to do with her hands or any part of her body. she could taste the tequila and hint of lime that the two of you had shared together earlier. she wasn’t expecting this to have happened so publicly. there were dozens of people around, at least half of them were likely staring. that wouldn’t ruin this moment for abby. this kiss was all that had been on her mind (and yours quite frankly) from the moment that she saw that clip of you jokingly flirting with her before the match.

your chest was pressed against her’s and abby slowly moved to wrap her arm around your waist. for a moment you broke the kiss and eyed the crowd to the side of you. “sorry. i saw my ex walking over and didn’t want you to have to sit through that screaming match. but” your facial expression softened, a sheepish smile spreading across your lips. “i also did just want to kiss you, so it was a perfect excuse.”

“you definitely didn’t need to apologize.” abby was more than happy to serve as an ex deterrent. it was everything she dreamed of and more.

you take the comment as the go ahead to lean in to kiss her again. you wrap your arms around her neck as she presses her body against yours, the pendant on her necklace pressing into your skin. you needed to be infinitely closer to her. her arm wraps tighten around your waist, abby craving that same closeness. you softly whimpered against her lips before breaking the kiss that lasted long enough for your friends to have taken note and give you a thumbs up from afar. you looked at abby through your lashes and laced your fingers between hers.

“follow me.” without even giving her a moment to process, you were dragging her behind you and up the stairs through a door.

you shove past some people and hop a couch that was meant to be blocking off the hallway towards the bedrooms. you knew better, though. you round a corner and approach a door, pulling on the knob and feeling no resistance. “dumbass never locks his door.” you slid past the threshold of the room, pulling abby in with you.

the bedroom was huge, featuring a california king bed, with coats piled atop it, an impossibly large television mounted on the wall, an impossible number of racks of clothing, and a dark wood nightstand next to the bed with an array of pills, both crushed and uncrushed adorning the surface.

“who’s room is this?”

you gave a dismissive wave. “the asshole who's hosting. he’s been trying to get me in his bed for months. kinda ironic, honestly.”

did this mean you were going to–

“can you take my shoes off for me?” you ask as you plop down onto the white duvet covering the bed. like an obedient dog, abby immediately dropped to her knees and began undoing the straps and sliding them off your feet. she also took the time to slide off her shoes and leave them next to yours.

you lean back against the bed, looking up at her. abby’s heart was beating so fast she worried it would give out altogether. she had never done this before and the lingering fear of disappointing you was weighing down her body.

“well, dont get shy now.” you whisper. “or are you scared of me?”

abby bit into her cheek, shaming herself for allowing her face to give her hesitance away. she wanted this so badly, but didn’t know where to start.

you could tell by the blush on her cheeks and the way she was awkwardly shifting back and forth between both feet that she likely had no clue what she was doing. maybe you were jumping to conclusions. maybe, she was overwhelmed by the idea of fucking a literal model.

but, you could smell a baby gay from a mile away.

you beckoned her over. “come here. lay down, let me take care of you first.” once again, abby did exactly as she was told. she was entranced by the soft sounds of your voice. you could tell her to jump off a bridge and she would happily do so.

abby took your spot, leaned back against the bed, legs hanging off the edge. you pressed tender kisses along her neck and collarbones while you slowly undid the button and zipper on her pants. abby was trying to play it cool, but you certainly knew better. you slid down onto your knees, the carpeted floor sure to leave some marks by the time you were done here. with some help from abby you eased off her pants and her underwear beneath them.

“i wouldn’t typically skip right to the main event, but…” you held a hand up, showcasing your sharp acrylic nails. abby got the picture. “let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”

abby nods with a barely audible “okay” before you position her legs over your shoulders. the feeling of the tip of your nose and lips moving along her inner thighs has her barely able to breathe. your teeth graze along her sensitive skin and her body betrays her when she lets out a whimper.

by the time your tongue makes contact with her clit she’s already wet and aching. the way your tongue circles around the bundle of nerves allows abby’s body to finally release the built up tension, something you can immediately feel. the careful flicks of your tongue makes her a whimpering mess. she knew no one would be able to hear her over the music, but there was still something so weirdly shameful about being this eager.

you look up at her briefly, your mouth and chin shiny after burying your face in her cunt. “aw, you look so cute like this.”

abby could’ve came right there.

after the comment, you went right back to work. you’re being agonizingly slow on purpose. all for her validation. all so she can tell you through breaths of desperation that she needs more.

“fuck that’s—” she hisses at the feeling of your lips parting to suck on her clit. “you’re…really good.” she’s trying so hard to keep her thoughts straight while she’s being undone by you.

you pick up the pace a bit and abby instinctively bucks her hips against your tongue. she whines your name and you’re filled with a renewed sense of desire. slowly abby grows louder and has to bite into the heel of her palm just to smother the noise. you’re committed to going as long as she needed you to. even longer if she’d let you.

but, abby couldn’t last much longer. the feeling in her lower abdomen had her practically begging for release. “i think i’m gonna cum.” she hoped you would hear her strained whisper. she absolutely didn’t have it in her to repeat herself.

she assumes you get the message when the flicks of your tongue get faster and your grip on her thighs becomes tighter.

all at once, her orgasm hits her. again, the palm of her hand is flush against her mouth while she rides the intense wave of pleasure. you don’t stop until you’re sure she’s all the way through it.

she had never felt an orgasm like this before. in fact, she could count on one hand how many times owen had actually made her cum. he was never this attentive or gentle. or maybe you were just ungodly skilled? either way, she was more than happy to leave that wet spot on the duvet of whoever’s room this was.

when you stood and crawled on top of her, abby was still trying to regain feeling in her lower half. without words, your lips capture her’s and once again she starts to feel a heat pool between her legs. the taste of her on your lips is almost intoxicating. she needed to stay like this forever.

you let out a sing-songy “my turn.”

abby felt like she learned enough from you to finally be able to take on this task. it couldn’t be that hard. right?

the doorknob jiggles. both of you swiftly turn to the bedroom door.

you roll your eyes. “just ignore it. probably some girl who had too much to drink and needs a place to throw up.”

then, there was a series of loud knocks. you sigh in defeat. the vibe was officially killed.

you both rush to put your clothes back on and look vaguely presentable before you walked back out into the sea of people. when you opened the door there’s a man you only vaguely recognize. he looks the two of you over and it seems to click that he was definitely interrupting something.

“do you know where luke is?” he could barely stand and it was apparent that the question required all three of his brain cells to be hard at work.

you scoff. “how the fuck should i know?” without another word you’re hopping back over the couch barrier to make it to the main area of the penthouse. you walk hand in hand with abby, attempting to make your way back to the terrace.

over the music, you hear someone scream your name. you come face to face with charlotte and she waves you over.

“we need to get cassidy in the car back to the hotel, like, now. she’s throwing up over the railing of the terrace. can you grab her some water?” there was an urgent tone in her voice so you knew it was time to say your goodbyes.

“well. duty calls.” you breathed out a deep sigh. the universe seemingly didn’t want to see you orgasm tonight.

“i have to get home anyways. i haven’t exactly slept since the match.”

you kiss her one last time. “let me give you my number!” she hands you her phone and lets you type in those ten digits she had completely forgotten to ask for. “text me whenever you're not busy training or whatever. i’ll fly out to you, wherever you are.”

when you handed the phone back and waved goodbye, she looked down at the contact and smiled at the little pink heart you had put next to your name.

the only reason this got posted was bc i realized it would never feel "finished" so i guess this is just an introduction to any nonsense i want to write about them later

kisses to everyone who actually slogged through this <3

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #nisa writes #divider by cafekitsune

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penny-anna · 7 months ago

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ordered some lovely mittens for my 3 year old niece to keep her hands warm ♥

mittens were supposed to arrive yesterday

go out christmas shopping. get a delivery confirmation email.

local evri courier likes to do this thing where for ''''''proof of delivery''''' they just take a picture of themselves holding all the packages for my building while standing outside on the street

this one egregiously terrible. there are 4 packages visible in the photo.

no package outside my front door so i figure it must be down in the stairwell. check the entire stairwell. not there either.

check everywhere i can think of that they might have left a package, including outside the street door, on top of my door frame, behind my neighbour's motorbike, in the garden supply cupboard, etc.

try all of my neighbours. one set answers and says there are 2 packages in the stairwell. there are not anymore but this is useful data as there is also 1 package outside another neighbour's door for a total of 3

where the shit is my package

either the courier left with it or one of my neighbours took it. could in theory still show up but ehhhh.

evri customer service is closed on sundays. call Next (the seller) instead. they graciously offer to just replace it with next day delivery.

hooray!!

at the office all day today but that's fine, as stated above the evri courier does not give a shit

sitting at my desk today. notice i have a message request from a stranger on facebook. accept it.

'hi did you used to live at [OLD STREET NAME] and have a package delivered there by mistake?'

(important context: i have a pretty distinctive last name. if you search my name on facebook i am the only person in edinburgh who comes up)

over the weekend i ordered various things for christmas, including an ebay order that i did accidentally send to my old address so my first thought is that it's that which doesn't make any sense because I already sorted that with the seller

look over all my receipts from the weekend and they're all correct. but again my name is pretty distinctive and also it is possible someone in my family sent a gift to the wrong address or something (tis the season) so like yeah oops that's probably for me

decide to search [OLD STREET NAME] in my emails just in case

order confirmation from Next pops up

ohh, i think, did i foolishly put my old address down on the order and that's why it didn't show up yesterday? that's weird bcos the proof of delivery definitely looks like the outside of my new building but i guess that must be what happened?

double check the original receipt. no i fucking did not do that. i gave them the right address.

for some reason they've sent the replacement to the billing address on my account rather than the original address????

message the new resident back like oh god i'm SO sorry. yes those are mine. here is the order confirmation with your address (sorry).

going over there tonight to get my niece's mittens. hopefully am not being lured into a trap wish me luck.

pakige :(

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chlorinecake · 1 year ago

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🎙️ star-crossed lovers 【薄幸な恋人】 ⛦

summ✩ry ⭑⭒⭑ As rehearsals and promotions for your big collab stage with Enhypen become progressively more intense, you and Niki face challenges that might effect your secret relationship and standing with the company...

p✩iring ⭑⭒⭑ idol!niki x popstar!reader PREVIOUSLY

cont✩ins ⭑⭒⭑ band au, fluff, secret romance, kissing + a slightly heated make-out scene, mild bullying, LOTS of drama, reader is younger than Niki, 3.6k words

It felt strange having your hair, makeup, and clothes managed by someone else, especially in such a meticulous way.

Today was the big day of the Riot Grrlz x Enhypen fan meeting that Hybe was hosting in honor of your upcoming collaboration stage, the event acting as some sort of promotional.

The fashion theme for the day, as decided by the likes of an online poll distributed by Enhypen's Instagram account, was 'Schoolgirl / Schoolboy,' which meant everyone would be dressed in plaid neck ties and neatly-ironed button-down blazers.

“This'll have to do,” murmured one of the makeup artist's on duty, simply dusting you with a bit of blush, some gloss, and shimmery eye shadow because they couldn't find a foundation shade that matched your skin color.

“I can't find my contact solution!” Serenity exclaimed frantically in the dressing studio, searching through her sparkly teal duffle bag for the fifth time this hour.

Of course none of you were willing to assist her on the aimless contact solution hunt, especially not with the way she verbally harassed the makeup crew for not "lining her eyes right."

“Just let it go, Ren,” Sunghoon said with an annoyed sigh, “the stylists are making all of us wear glasses for the concept today anyways...”

“Okay first of all, don't call me by my nickname. Second, it's not my vision I'm worried about, but my image,” she clarified matter-of-factly, “I wanna impress the Korean fans with a big and bright boba eye moment...”

“You have sooo many problems,” Jade added with a similar irritation, rolling her eyes at the diva before a hairstylist ran over to clip in another track of fake hair.

“Tell me about it,” Serenity huffed despairingly, sticking her arms out like a scarecrow as the fashion crew adjusted the belt around her waist.

“Let's just try and maintain a good mood before the meeting guys,” you started optimistically amongst the tension, “the fans might pick up on our bad energy if we all show up pouting like this...”

“Easy for you to say,” Niki replied teasingly, “you slept like a baby last night… meanwhile, you kept me up with your insistent snoring…”

“Did not,” you whined in protest, looking back at his attractively playful expression, “it’s not my fault that the stories you tell in your groggy bedtime voice are so relaxing.”

Niki meant to reply but was rudely interrupted by Serenity’s stinky attitude, “Aww, late night bonding moment, I see? Hope a little ‘story time’ was as far as it got for you two lovebirds...”

You and Niki shook your heads in unison at her senseless comment, the rest of Enhypen and your band mates soon rushing out of the dressing room and outside to the awaiting limousine as the schedule manager directed.

“Make sure you have everything you need, guys! We’re running a bit behind on time and can’t afford any more set-backs,” exclaimed a tall, broad man in athletic wear, a black Hybe hat topping off his look.

“Got it, sir,” Jungwon replied politely, double-checking his leather cross-body bag before stepping into the vehicle, the rest of you following after him.

You didn’t expect to see Miss Kim in the front seat with the chauffeur, but you greeted her nonetheless.

“Morning, Miss Kim!,” You and Hearin started enthusiastically.

“Morning, Riot Grrlz,” she returned while not looking at any of you, writing hasty yet neat notes down on her clipboard, “I’ll be bold and assume you ladies have never attended any sort of fan event, correct?”

“Y-yes, that is correct,” Jade answered before you, crossing her legs in her seat, “this’ll be our very first experience today…”

“Oh, that’s cool for you then, isn’t it? Don’t worry if you don’t know what to say or do, by the way... just copy us,” you heard Heeseung encourage somewhere behind you, but your mind was more focused on the way Niki’s hand accidentally brushed against yours while you two glared out of the same window...

Accidentally… maybe…

“I was just getting around to that, Heeseung,” Miss Kim continued after clearing her coffee-stained throat, “Korean fans as a whole are pretty cutthroat, and whether you’re a foreigner or not, they expect you to present yourself a certain way…”

“Perfect,” Sunoo thought out loud, “they expect you to be perfect…”

“That’s just the way this idol life goes, I'm afraid,” Jungwon sighed from his seat, not empathetically, but in a realistic sense.

“Either way, you girls should be safe to mirror whatever the boys are doing if you ever feel confused…” Miss Kim trailed off, the limo being just a few feet from reaching the fan meeting center, “Good luck today, you all.”

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Things were turning out surprisingly smooth at the event, to say the least.

Needless to mention, you and Niki stayed pretty close the entire time, and the fans seemed to be amused by your attempt at famous duo heart poses with him.

“Just extend your hand like this,” he instructed while giggling, watching as your overhead heart ended up looking more like an oval to the audience.

Serenity was received as a fan favorite, too, her “boba eye” look captivating the male attendees while others were more entertained in her beginner Korean skills.

“Hwaiting,” she exclaimed confidently before the fans one too many times for your tolerance, Sunghoon’s face clearly showing just how much he was enjoying not being the cringiest person in the room for once.

Or, at least that was until an older fan requested that he and Sunoo sing and dance to the infamous aeygo Ottoke song for good luck at the show tomorrow.

“The things we do for engene,” the two boys collectively thought to themselves while fastening coquette bunny ears atop their heads, hoping that their enthusiasm would override the embarrassment.

It was all just such a culture shock for you and your group.

“Uhhh, a little help here?” Haerin worriedly called out to Jake as a particularly excited Korean fan approached her with a lot to say that she could barely understand.

“Oh- allow me,” Jake offered between the language barrier, translating to Haerin what the fan was trying to tell her.

“She thinks I’m a what now?”

“A K-pop Idol, mostly because of your trendy look today,” Jungwon giggled warmly, “the prophesied eighth member of Enhypen, in fact...”

Haerin laughed with both embarrassment and flattery, trying her best to explain to the young fan that she was a member of the Riot Grrlz and Riot Grrlz only.

Interactive activities continued just as well after this, the event nearing its end as you and Niki did a few TikTok dance challenges for the fans on stage.

Dance challenges that you had practiced with him in eery hours of the night, or whenever you two were left alone in the dance studio.

That, alongside other things too… like stealing sweet kisses here and there… or nearly melting while staring into each others love struck eyes—

“____, right?” A fan asked, approaching you with a blue marker and square of paper.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you,” you returned, keeping eye contact with her, despite the dark shades she wore.

“Nice to meet you, too! I have so many questions to ask you about what it’s like working with Enhypen!… and I really like your hair, too! The highlights look really nice with your outfit hehe… ALSO, I've been listening to a lot of your groups songs recently, and my favorite has to be the main track from your most recent album, it’s so unique!…” the fans voice eventually trailed off shyly.

“Oh my goodness, sorry for rambling!! Uhmmm, can I get your autograph by any chance?”

“Aww, thank you,” you smiled brightly, “and it’s okay! I find it cute how interested you are in my experience and music…”

Your hand reached out to grab the marker from her grasp, your body leaning forward slightly as you signed your name on the photo, resting your weight on the desk before you.

So lost in the moment, you didn’t even realize that the photo you had just signed was one of you and Niki hanging out just outside of Yeouido Park the other night.

It was impossible to hold back the gasp that escaped your throat at the realization, your finger loosing its grip around the marker as your stunned eyes met her knowing ones.

“Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she chuckled in a facetiously sweet tone, you and her hands fighting over the now autographed-polaroid before your grip overthrew hers.

“Where did you get that—”

“Your secret’s safe with me, alright?” She interrupted with a sharp whisper, “So long as you work on distancing yourself from Niki moving forward…”

You blinked in feigned confusion at her words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just colleagues—”

“And he’s an idol,” she cut in again, “idols don’t belong to silly American girls like you… you don’t even belong in our world…”

At this point, you're certain she could see how upset you were with her, and you didn't even care to hide it. “Everyone has welcomed me here, expect for you… and to what gain? I’m here with my band solely for work purposes, and I can assure you there is nothing you have to worry about concerning my professionalism.”

Your strong reply seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way, one of her hands fastening the bag over her shoulder while the other adjusted the glasses sitting at her nose.

“Thank you for your time,” she nearly growled at you, that same phony smile plastered to her lips before she hurriedly walked away, disappearing into the crowd of fans.

You let out a breath that you didn't even know you'd been holding, trying to calm yourself down before anyone noticed the silent commotion that had occurred on your side of the meeting booth.

All you could do was hope that this was the only copy or evidence of you and Niki hanging out that night as you folded the paper into a small square, tucking it under your sleeve in a way that no one would notice.

Above all though, you were just glad that the event was coming to an end soon, a few on-set staff members already helping to put away some stage props, meanwhile Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jade helped themselves to bringing along some gifts from fans.

“Hey... uhm, Heeseung? Can I-”

“Yes, Jade,” Heeseung answered with a giggle, “you can have all of my kitty plush gifts...”

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The limo ride back to the HYBE building was quiet, the sole thought roaming in the back of your mind being that one fan's cruel words…

…𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥...

It wasn’t like you were trying to infiltrate the world of K-pop.

You and your group were simply expanding your collab horizons upon being invited, and it seriously boggled you how anyone would have a problem with that—

“Knock knock,” Niki said with a smile in his voice from behind the door to your private backstage dressing room, waiting for your cue that it was safe for him to come in.

“You can come in, Niki,” you replied softly, standing in front of the body length wall mirror while struggling to fix your hair into a suitable style for the stage practice in a few minutes.

“Hi,” you greeted again once he reached you, watching as his eyes traced your reflection, almost immediately picking up on your nervous demeanor.

“You did great today, ____, y’know that?” He started with a low voice, guiding your stressed hands away from your head and resting them at your sides.

“Niki, I have to get ready—”

“And you already look more than prepared,” he encouraged, securing his hands around your waist before leaving a kiss below your ear, “gorgeous, even...”

“Thanks,” you answered shyly, somehow already feeling a bit better about things now that he was near you.

“So. Are you gonna tell me what’s got you upset or are we gonna make this a guessing game?” He teased, making you chuckle a bit as his attempt to cheer you up.

Your eyes fell to the floor, his grip on you loosening as a little sigh escaped your freshly glossed lips.

“A fan…,” you began quietly, “at the meeting today… she asked me to sign this photo.”

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the mysterious square photo and watched with a pout as Niki carefully unfolded it from each corner.

“I… I don’t understand…” he stuttered, eyes glazing over the sight of you and him holding hands at the firework show that night.

“I know, it’s my fault that—”

“No…,” he interrupted your words before meeting your guilt-ridden eyes, “I don’t understand why you’re letting this get to you…”

“Excuse me?” You asked with a confused expression, “if something like this gets out, it could ruin both of our careers, y’know?”

“Sure,” he responded nonchalantly with a shrug, “but I couldn’t care less about some jealous sasaeng’s creepy little photo fest… by now, it’s gonna take a lot more than an innocent, harmless photo of us hanging out to make me question our status in this field.”

“You never take anything seriously, Nishimura,” you smiled with a sigh, shaking your head as you watched his fingers tear the photo to pieces.

“Well you’re definitely an exception to that trait of mine,” he smirked, tucking the torn shreds of paper into his back pocket before finding your face in his hands, placing a tender kiss to your left cheek.

“How sweet of you to say,” you whispered softly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt and pulling him closer to your height, “now how about you kiss me properly this time?”

He hummed at your teasing tone, sharp features softening as he tilted his head, sealing the space between you and him with the sweet kiss you’d been waiting for.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Niki sighed against your lips, his right hand removing the rubber band securing your ponytail so his fingers could roam freely through your curls.

Things were escalating pretty quickly now, both of your breaths sounding more labored with each second as you stumbled backwards onto the desk, his energy leading the kiss as he remained on top of you.

It was almost more than you could handle, his hands roaming at your sides before your eyes barely fluttered open, the sight of his slightly blushed button-nose making you feel like melting on the spot.

Thats when you realized his pink hue was a result of two reasons: (1) The way your hands shyly clung to his shoulders right now, and (2) the shadow of footsteps peeking behind your dressing room door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hello? Miss ____, its Kim... Are you decent?”

“Erm, one second!” You responded in an obvious frantic.

Niki helped you get up from the vanity table, kneeling down quickly to hide himself under the it as the stern lady made her way into the room anyway.

“Sorry to intrude,” she began abruptly, not even taking note of your currently disheveled hair and flushed expression, “but I’ve unfortunately been appointed as the bearer of bad news for today…”

“Oh... uhm, w- what is it, is everyone alright?” You asked with a concerned tone, trying to take your mind off the fact that a Niki stained with the glimmer of your peach flavored lipgloss all over his mouth was literally under your desk right now, a mere two feet away from Miss Kim’s leather boots.

“For the most part, yes… but it concerns one of your band mates… Serenity, specifically… Since you are the leader of your group, I found it humble to have at least this much respect to tell you first in private.”

You let out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them back up, restoring your usually confident aura and making eye contact with the woman.

“Thank you, Miss Kim… I’m listening…”

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The sounds of shoes rhythmically scuffing, mics going in and out of focus, and layered fits of heavy breathing filled your ears for the next two hours.

Design tech, stage directors, and performers alike were giving it their all to perfect things before the big show coming up.

You paced around the shiny stage, a sweat rag secured lazily around your neck as you and the Enhypen members just got through with rehearsing the main choreo at the performing arena for the first time.

Everyone except Jay and Jade that is, who were still busy with working on their guitar duet for the intro show backstage with the music writers.

“I have no idea how you can still see after being in front of these bright stage lights all the time,” you huffed out tiredly, glancing at Sunoo who only shrugged while taking a few gulps from his grey water bottle.

“I’m not too sure either, but for the lot of us, it’s just something you have to get used to,” he tried warmly before letting himself fall on the ground, limbs spread out like an exhausted snowman as sweat trickled down his forehead.

“Here, lemme show you a little trick I like to use,” Niki offered with a smile while approaching you from behind, his larger frame casting a shadow before you.

“Look down there,” he started, guiding your waist with one hand as he pointed ahead of you with the other, “do you see the tech crew down there?”

You looked to where his finger was pointing, eyes being met with the sight of workers who sat in reclining chairs while others drank some coffee, a few sporadic employees carrying clipboards with stacks of paper, giving out orders to their fellow floor members.

“Yeah, I see them,” you answered, making Niki laugh slightly for reasons you didn’t fully understand.

“That means you’re too close then,” he replied, still holding your waist as he guided you to take a few steps back, which ended up being more steps for you given the leg length differences.

“There’s a rule of thumb that if you can see the audience, they can’t see you… are the lights still bothering you now?”

“Not as much, actually,” you said, turning to face him as he still held you close, everything in your body fighting not to kiss him in this moment given the way he looked back at you, “thanks again…”

“Anytime,” he smirked smuggly, “but uhhh, I think people might be looking at us now—”

“Oh,” you giggled shyly, backing a few inches away from him.

“Ahem,” a nagging voice cleared from beside you two, breaking the wholesome presence of the moment.

“Do you guys think you’re invisible or something?” Serenity asked, crossing her arms while staring the both of you up.

“Uhm…. No?” Niki answered for you, furrowing his eyes at the blue-eyed diva.

“Then why’re you just standing there? You’re blocking my light…”

You let out a scoff at her words, feeling baffled at the thought of how insecure girls like her could have such egotistical tendencies.

“Sorry, Serenity…,” you said half-heartedly, “didn’t mean to disturb your… solo mid-break practice session...”

“Really appreciate it, leader lady,” she replied sarcastically, very intentionally bumping into your shoulder as she walked past you before stopping in her tracks, a loose copy of the stage schedule getting caught under her baby pink sneakers.

She leaned down to pick it up, examining the text before her eyes stumbled over a line of bolded words. All of this was for reasons she didn’t understand, but either way, would soon resent.

“Ugh?!!” She exclaimed with a confused scoff, “HYBE is kicking me from the show??”

Your eyes widened at her words, the furious, confused, and torn look on her face doing nothing but make Niki smirk to himself, “Serenity, I can explain—”

“And you knew about this, didn’t you?” She accused with balled fists, looking between your nervous face and Niki’s shamelessly proud one.

“I just found out today, okay? But Miss Kim specifically instructed me not to say anything about until she revealed it to you herself after practice,” you clarified with a shaky voice.

“Please,” she said with a scoff, “And what’s with the face, Nishimura Nimrod? Huh!? Your little girlfriend told you before she told me, her own band mat—”

“I didnt tell him anything!” You retorted with a slightly raised voice, cracking with nerves you couldn't keep buried anymore.

You never liked being in the hot seat unless you were sitting there with Niki, thanks to his ability to always maintain his cool under pressure...

However, for some reason, even with him next to you right now, you still felt like hurling yourself to the ground.

“You had to have told me him something, so just stop with your insistent lies, ____,” Serenity spat, poking a finger in the center of your chest. Hard.

“You couldn’t wait to get rid of me, its been all over your rotten little face ever since we got here… You’re so jealous of me and it’s honestly depressing at this point…”

Oh Serenity, you thought in your mind, if only you knew this was all brought on by yourself…

You’d had enough of her ignorant speech, holding a fierce eye contact with her while trying to conceal the tears forming behind your eyes.

The sadness growing in your heart…

“None of this was my decision, Ren, so if you have a bone to pick with someone, try taking it up with Miss Kim herself,” you said firmly, walking back a few steps in case she tried touching you again, “I'm sure she'd be more than happy to inform you on her reasons for exiling you from the main activities…”

“What’s going on you guys?” Haerin asked timidly in the midst of the chaos, having just come back from washing up in the restroom.

Serenity practically burned holes in your face with her venomous glare before turning sharply on her heel, footsteps loud and startling as she marched off the stage, murmuring a string of curses under her breath.

“Soooo,” Sunghoon started with a curious accent, “I’m usually not the best at comprehending things, but I’m assuming that whatever just happened was a lot more serious than the usual Riot Grrlz drama, correct?”

“Yeah, what's the big deal ____?,” Jade asked alongside Jake, who gave your shoulder a comforting shake.

You fought with everything in your body to not to let any tears fall...

Because in this moment, it just felt right to cry, but at the same time, was it really worth appearing weak in front of everyone?

Everyone who counted on you to remain strong?

You exhaled with a deep breath, wiping the pricks of moisture from your eyes before speaking, “Serenity won’t be performing with us for the special stage anymore… only the ending song.”

A cacophony of gasps filled the room at your words, Jungwon having picked up the loose schedule copy to analyze it for himself, the bolded words reading:

>> SERENITY TAYLOR Authorized to be PULLED from Furthering Her Performance Activities in Sight of Behavioral Decency Violations Under HYBE's Collaboration and Code of Conduct Standards

“Will she be allowed to attend the award show at least,” Heeseung inquired, not out of empathy, but curiosity as all of this was unfolding pretty fast.

“Perhaps, but for now, we can rest on the thought that we’ll have one less problem while preparing from here on out,” you answered, feeling a large hand take your hand in theirs before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Niki.

“Either way, the show must go on you guys,” he said with a deep voice, the faintest smile being on his face as he looked back at you, dark eyes sparkling with sincerity.

The stage lights flickered from ahead and above you, a key indicator that the radio would be picking up again soon, playing the instrumental to your practice track.

“Mic check everyone and it’s back to rehearsals in five,” yelled out a staff member from below the stage, the ten of you now lining up in formation while adjusting your headsets around your ears.

There was only one thought that remained in your head as the choreographer hopped up center stage to explain how the performance would accommodate for Serenity's sudden absence:

The show must go on.

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mr2swap · 3 months ago

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Go from 14% body fat to over 100 kilograms overweight

When I opened my eyes I was confused, the first thing I saw was still a huge 6 foot alpha male, his muscles swollen from exercise, beads of sweat sliding down from his concrete-hard chest to my face.

-Are you okay, old man? Damn, that was a huge fall, I thought you had died something like that... At your age, you should be more careful with your new body-

That voice was so familiar it made my head even more confused, I immediately recognized that man's face, it was the face I used to see every morning, I used to be perfect I was the ideal man before all this shit, I looked down just to check that this wasn't another one of my nightmares, instead of my tiny waist, my colossal pecs and my sculpted abs, I only found two jelly-like middle-aged man boobs, a chest almost as hairy as my grotesque that's Saturday like a mountain, I couldn't even see my legs now, and it had been weeks since I'd seen my own penis.

-I... yeah, I just think I passed out or something... -

I could barely breathe, the repulsive smell of my aging skin made me nauseous, the doctor told me I would get used to it after a couple of weeks, but it's been over two months and I don't think I'll ever get used to it and the doctor just said that to make me feel better at the time.

-You should take it easy Jo, if you overdo it... too much I could stay with your body forever... if you know what I mean-

The 60 year old man who had possession of my body smiled at me with those perfect white teeth he used to be so proud of and did a double biceps pose while a huge erection struggled to get out of his tiny sweatpants, the veins seemed to want to burst in his long powerful arms and his cock throbbed every time he turned his gaze to the mirror.

Only 10 more months... only 10 more months of this hell, and I swear never again to exchange bodies with someone... I was counting the days to get out of this horrible body, as a personal trainer I used to do this kind of exchange with my clients, 6 hours inside the body of different people, the gym was state of the art and allowed the clients and trainers to exchange their bodies for a few hours for us trainers to do the rough work for them.

It was a very expensive service and even though most of the profits went to my boss and SwapCorp they had enough money in my bank account, so I didn't have to worry about money... but I wanted more.

Luxury cars, a huge house on the beach, trips abroad, I used to dream about all that, before Mr. Guzman showed up outside my job, Mr. Guzman was the typical job that most of the trainers at my gym would turn down, he was 60 years old, what little hair he had left on his head was on the sides and back, he weighed around 170kg, he was so dwarf that I had to look down to talk to him, and he had never set foot in a gym in his life.

I liked the challenges and the gambling commission I would get if I took another client to the gym, I started to explain to him what we were doing here, but to my surprise Mr. Guzman had other plans, I walked next to him until we got to the parking lot and to my surprise Mr. Guzman offered me a free ride to my house in his limo, it was the first time I got in one, and it was much better than the subway train or the bus.

He told me how difficult it was for him to lose weight and even more difficult to follow a strict diet, he had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work, until SwapCorp offered him a solution. They gave him my record as a trainer and my stats, 100% success rate in weight loss for my clients, and he knew I was right for the job.

-How would you like a one-year contract? -

He handed me some papers that I signed immediately when I saw the huge number that was shown on the paper, it was so many fucking dollars that I didn't even know what that fucking high number was called, I would never have to work, as soon as that money was mine I would have absolutely everything I ever wanted....

But now all I want to do is go back in time and never sign that shit.

They took me to one of their best clinics and started the body swapping process, my consciousness was transferred to Mr. Guzman's old brain and vice versa, I had done this every day since I was 18, but... I had never stayed more than 2 hours in one body.

It always felt strange to go from my glorious body of 14% body fat to a body over 100 kilograms overweight, but at the end of the day I would return to my real body and enjoy my life as the man everyone wanted to be and all the women wanted to sleep with... but this time it wasn't like this.

Mr. Guzman did not stop touching every corner of his new body, he did not even care that I or the doctors were in the same room when he took out his huge penis to give himself his first handjob, we all remained silent while Mr. Guzman used the calluses on his hands that had taken me so long to get in the gym to masturbate, I could not even look away when he rubbed his balls with both hands and then brought his hands to his nose and gave the biggest breath of his life.

-Fuuuuuuuuuck I SMELLED AMAZING! -

I knew Mr. Guzman was the worst client I would ever work with in my entire life, we rode back to his house in his limo and he completely ignored me, he didn't seem to listen to anything I said about eating or exercises to remember while in my body, he just said.

-Yeah whatever, I'll pay someone later to teach me all that boring shit, now let me enjoy my new body...oh and don't call me Mr. Guzman that's...well someone else, call me Jo Lidner...fuck Jo, that sounds hot-

Said Mr. Guzman as he again massaged his cock over his new sweatpants.

Hello! Here's my monthly story again. I'd like to post here more often, but unfortunately, most of the stories I write are too hoooot for Tumblr (and I think we all know that Tumblr likes the least the hot stories, wink wink) But if you want to see the rest of my stories, you can support me on Ko-fi and have access to my archive and my new aaaand old stories.

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grimmsbride · 6 months ago

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SHE ft. SATORU & SUGURU / Reader but check your window.. he’s at your window 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁˖

on one of your few off days you decided to fill the night with a true blood marathon and shitty snacks. unfortunately for you, a bump in the night suddenly stills all your plans

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ NOTES ╲ i posted this on wattpad & ao3 & completely forgot to post this here. if you know my old account “selfishdoll” i made a similar fic before that a lot of people loved. this is a rewrite / rework. i was supposed to make a continuation but 🤷🏾‍♀️. also this is a way to ease from mouthwashing back into jjk. don’t worry i’m not done with mw i just would like to get back writing jjk again. as always please excuse any typos & or grammar mistakes <3

"C'mon baby.." You crooned softly, blinking and squinting in an attempt to spot your beloved dog. It was dark outside, the sky painted in a pretty black with specks of white lazily dotted across the canvas. And while your backyard light helped your sight, it did little when your black dog seemed to mix in with the background. Regardless after a still moment the pretty little thing came bundling from the darkness, tail wagging and rushing into your home. You smiled, sliding the glass door closed and flicking the lock— listening for that signature click to assure it was locked.

You turned in time to see the puppy waltz over to his bed, scratching at the perfectly folded blanket for a moment before being satisfied with the bundle he created. You had no idea why you continued to fold the blanket at all. Maybe you enjoyed watching the furry beast mess with it, or maybe you were just a control freak that needed order in every way; even when it came to old, dingy rags that belonged to a canine.

Anyway, tonight wasn't the night to delve into that. You had planned to lay across the couch, watching True Blood while devouring just about every snack in your house.

Whoever created the system known as "Paid Time Off" deserved a huge smooch.

You walked over to your kitchen, opening the fridge and snatching a cold soda and water bottle. Setting them off to the side, you then moved onto a small box of assorted chocolates all ranging from caramel and other delicious nougats. Finished with your cold items you shut the fridge, moving over to your pantry and snatching the door open. Your eyes moved about the cans, noodles, and other dried goods before settling on the little corner dedicated to your chips and cookies.

You came closer, outstretching your arm towards the corner and grabbing the first bag. Dragging it forward, you quickly realize your laziness would be the death of you; given the moment your hand moved the bag brushed against a box of elbow macaroni, knocking it to the ground. The force caused the contents to spill right there infront of you, a loud groan escaping you as you looked at the mess. What's more, your dog rushed from his bed, bounding over in hopes of lapping up the hard food, clearly reacting on greed rather than knowing what it even was.

"Nuh uh— go, back to your bed!" You huffed in an authoritative tone, watching the greedy thing rush back to his bed with a little gruff. You rolled your eyes, placing your chips off to the side and grabbing your broom from the closet beside you. Slowly you began to sweep up your mess, assuring to get every single noodle as not to attract bugs or greedy dogs that act like they haven't been fed in years.

Once swept all into a pile, you kneeled down to hold your dustpan flat— balancing and using your other hand to sweep the trash into it. A minute passed and you were finished, rising to your full height and walking over to the trash bin; emptying the dustpan. With that little hiccup solved you moved on; putting the cleaning supplies away, washing your hands, and grabbing your snacks on the way to the couch.

You walked around the plush furniture, flopping on the makeshift palette of blankets you created. Sinking into the comfort, you reached over for the remote and started the episode; a blissful smile crossing your features. You opened your chips, pressing the bag up against your arm whilst using your other hand to grab one, chomping without a care.

Your eyes focused on the tv screen for a while before they shifted over to a sudden light on your coffee table. Your phone. You reached over, grabbing the device and bringing it closer. There, after using facial ID, you noticed a missed call. The contact?

Unknown.

Your eyebrows drew close, swiping up and clicking your call logs. Pressing the one labeled unknown you watched it ring for a moment, pressing speaker as you were too lazy to bring it to your ear. It rung for what seemed like minutes, your hand slowly going slack from how long you were waiting. And just when you thought of putting your phone down the familiar sound of the call being accepted echoed throughout your living room.

"Hello?" You called softly, bringing the receiver closer to your mouth. When you heard nothing, for the first few seconds you pulled back; wondering if they ended it. But no, the seconds counted by, both phones clearly still on call. So you gave a much louder greeting, hoping for a response.

And, you were given one. You just.. didn't quite enjoy it.

Heavy breathing came from the other line, fanning against the receiver in a rather unnerving rhythm. A prank caller? The possibility ran through your mind as you listened, bringing the phone close to your ear. You sat there, unmoving— attempting to listen harder than what physically possible.

In doing so, you didn't notice your beloved dog hop up from his rest until his barks caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. You spun around, spotting his attention to the glass door separating the outside from your home. Your stomach quickly became a pit of fear, rising from your couch and waltzing over to the kitchen.

Flicking the overhead light on, you soon reached the patio light. As nervous as ever you flicked the light on, anticipating the worst. But, as your eyes scanned what you could see, nothing popped out. Nothing alarming, nothing worth barking over surely.

You sighed, shoulders falling from its previous stiff position, glancing over at your phone. To your surprise the call had ended in the midst of you inspecting the backyard. Curiosity grew slowly, but you decided against acting on it.

Hearing someone breathe in the phone for another ten mins just wasn't as exciting as it seemed.

You turned the light off, turning to your pet that was currently standing behind you, watching the backyard just as intently. You shook your head, leaning down and collecting him into your arms.

"Time to go to bed honey."

You murmured. You walked towards a door connected to your dining room, opening it and placing the dog onto his feet. Like clockwork he was walking over to his crate tucked to the side, curling up in another bed placed within it. You kneeled down, locking the crate's door before standing.

"Night baby." You spoke as if he could understand, turning on your heel and closing the door behind you. Just in time for your phone to go off.

The ringer was loud, an annoying mistake that caused you to quickly press your finger against the sound button, lowering its volume. You brought your phone to your face, contorting your expression the moment you read the contact.

Unknown.

Okay, this is getting annoying.. You thought to yourself, accepting the call as you moved back to your couch. With your annoyance slightly clear you greeted the caller, bottom making contact with the cushions and sinking in.

For moment all was silent, causing your annoyance to deepen. Again, it seemed you have fallen for another prank or scam— regardless of what it was, it was ruining your True Blood all nighter. You opened your mouth to speak again, only to be rudely interrupted by another's voice.

"Hello."

The voice was gravely, scratchy, and deep.. slightly unnerving as well. You waited for the person to speak again, but was met with nothing. Just.. more heavy breathing.

"Uhm.." You dragged, attempting to remain polite despite your frustration. "—You've called twice already.. is this like a wrong number situation or?.."

For a moment the voice didn't speak, as if fully processing what you said. Then, they muttered in that same voice;

"Oh, really? I'm sorry, I must have called the wrong number."

Your shoulders relaxed, leaning back against your couch. "Hey, it's okay. It happens to me sometimes too." You decided to laugh it off, a little surprised when you heard the stranger do the same. "Well, goodbye—"

"Wait.. we don't have to cut the call so soon."

Your eyebrows twitched, the amusement from before slowly trickling away. "Uhm.. what?"

"C'mon, you don't seem to be busy. How about we chat for a while?"

You looked around, as if searching for an imaginary camera to capture your reaction; which was a look of disbelief that slowly formed into a scowl.

"Er— I am. I'm trying to watch True Blood."

"True Blood? That one southern vampire show?" The stranger questioned, listening out for your little hum of acknowledgement. He chuckled softly, a breathy thing that fanned into your phone. "So, you like scary media?"

Your eyes rolled, "True Blood isn't scary by any means but— yes, I guess I do like most scary things."

"Yeah? What's your favorite?"

"And why on Earth would I tell you?"

You heard rustling on the other side of the line, causing your interest to pique. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but something told you not to. Regardless, you weren't sure he would give much of an answer anyway. You two didn't even know each other's names after all.

"For fun. Don't you like to have fun?"

"With complete strangers? No." You huffed, biting the inside of your cheek the moment the other laughed. As he talked more, you couldn't help but think how attractive his voice was. Perfectly deep, yet playful enough— as if you could practically hear his smile. Your fingers wrapped around the t-shirt you wore, cringing internally.

A voice? Really? Was it that easy to get you going?

"I.. uh, I guess my favorite would have to be Hellraiser."

"Oh wow..I was expecting something like Halloween or IT. You're a bigger horror nerd than I took you for."

For some reason that caused a sense of pride to enter your body, lips curling into a little smile. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"If that's the case, you wouldn't mind a little pop quiz would you? Since you're.. such a huge fan."

Your eyes trailed over to the television, realizing your little sexy vampire marathon just didn't seem as appealing anymore. Your lips pressed together, lying across the couch and humming softly.

"What do I get when I get all of them right?"

"We'll see.." The other hummed automatically, more shuffling being heard from his end. "But of course, wrong answers will be punished."

"But of course." You chuckled, eyes rolling a bit.

"First question, who was the main antagonist in Hellraiser?"

You scoffed, an are you serious? expression crossing your face. "Pinhead. Duh. If it's gonna be this easy, I should get back to my show."

The stranger laughed softly, "Just warming up. Have some patience." The call went silent for a moment, you assuming he was thinking of another question. This gave you the opportunity to scroll through the many horror flicks you've watched, picking out facts and guessing questions he may ask. A moment passed before he interrupted your concentration;

"What 2016 South Korean zombie film takes place on a train?"

Another, easy one. Truly if it continued like this you might just have to hang up. "Train to Busan."

"Right again! That's two in a row."

"I told you I was good."

"Mm.." The stranger hummed, "How about this.. what movie follows a deaf girl in a world infected by creatures that only react to sound?"

"A quiet place! C'mon stranger y—"

"I'm sorry but that's— incorrect!"

You blinked quickly, eyebrows coming close. "You're lying! It is a quiet p—"

"While you are right, the movie I had in mind was The Silence."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that? Who the hell watched that movie anyway?!" You spoke, sucking your teeth. Your annoyance simmered, nearly boiling over as you heard the other cackle over the line.

"What a sore loser. Since it's only one, you won't get a punishment this time."

You huffed, sinking deeper into the cushions and grumbling something intelligible. "Continue."

He chuckled, enjoying your annoyance far too much. "What are the three rules when taking care of a Mogwai in the film, gremlins?"

You hopped up, grinning ear to ear; confident you had this one in the bag. Your hand stretched out, a finger curling to rest into your palm; "Don't feed it after midnight," another lowered, "no bright lights, and—" the third finger staggered, your eyes widening the moment you realized a ridiculously timed brain fart was interrupting.

"Don't uh.." You dragged, hoping the filler word would somehow cause your brain to work. Of course it didn't, causing you to sit there, mouth gaping like an idiot. A cold sweat brushed over you the moment the other started talking again.. realizing what his words were—

A countdown.

"5...4...3.." The stranger stretched the three; voice masked with amusement, enjoying your struggle. You stumbled, searching urgently for the words that just weren't there.

"Don't—"

"Times up!" The stranger interrupted, laughter hinging onto his words. "Two in a row! Losing your spark so quickly?" He taunted you.

You sighed heavily, leaning back over the couch with your eyes pinched closed in annoyance. You really shouldn't be this frustrated, it was just an odd game between strangers— nothing more. It's not like you were getting money for it. Whatever. You tried to convince yourself, eyes blinking open slowly, widening the moment your vision focused.

There in your backyard, you could have sworn, maybe you were just being paranoid— but.. you swore you saw a figure simply standing there; separated by the glass. But as quickly as you saw it, it was gone, as if nothing more than your mind playing tricks.

You swallowed heavily, turning to lay on your stomach and squint. Hard. Somehow trying to make your eyesight better than what it truly was. But as you continued such strain, you didn't see a thing. Nothing. No explanation, at all.

"You still there, little miss horror fanatic?"

His words caused you to jump, nearly forgetting the cold device pressed to your ear. You pulled the phone back, lips pursing together silently, trying to relax your frantic heart. Talking to a stranger and a horror quiz just wasn't the greatest mix, was it? No wonder you were acting so paranoid.

Slowly you turned to face your television, sinking into the cushions.

"I'm here."

"Good, good— we have to figure out your punishment after all."

You rolled your eyes, the fear that was once placated you, disappearing. "And what exactly is my punishment? You hanging up?" You joked, grinning a bit the moment you heard his soft chuckle.

"No, nothing like that. Maybe taking your power will suffice?"

"Wha—"

All at once, every fan, light, and even your television seemed to shut off. You jumped up from the couch, eyes struggling against the darkness of your house as you frantically searched for the remote. You finally found it, slamming your fingers into the power button— but to no avail; it refused to turn on. This caused your anxiety to spike, shallow breaths escaping you.

"Getting scared?"

Without thinking you pulled your phone back from your ear, slamming the end call button. What.. just happened? How did— how did he turn off your power? You desperately searched for an answer, trying to rationalize this madness playing before you.

There was no way he turned off your power purposely.. right? There was just..

You decided to stop thinking, bringing your phone up and pressing the flashlight button. Your hand moved, lighting up your living room— a small act of comfort for your rapidly beating heart. You walked towards the wall, flicking at the switch only to sigh the moment it refused to turn on.

You debated your options. If he had truly been able to shut off your power, how did he do it? Manually? If so, going outside just seemed like the worst choice. Maybe he did it remotely; maybe some kind of phone emp that.. killed everything but your phone?

"That makes.. total sense." You spoke, ridiculing yourself just a little. You leaned against your wall for a moment, the cool structure consoling you. Only, for a moment.

You jumped as your phone rang again, completely shutting off your flashlight, rendering you back to darkness. With a shaky hand you brought the phone close, sucking in a breath as you spotted the name.

You accepted the call, "What did you do?! Why.. why can't I turn on anything?"

Through sputters the other replied, "I did say you would receive a punishment, why are you so surprised?"

"I don't want to play this game anymore, just—" You slowly breathed, trying to calm down. "..please, fix my power."

Your request received silence for a still moment, the only sound being your heart begging to escape your chest. You stood, against that same wall that once comforted you— now doing the exact opposite.

Finally, he spoke.

"If you get this answer correctly, I just might."

You pulled the phone from your ear to release a shaky breath, eyes squinting closed. You had no faith in yourself for answer nor the stranger to not give you a trick question. But, it seemed the only way to get what you wanted was to play by his rules.

"Fine." You muttered, bringing the phone back to your ear.

"Good. So I shouldn't expect whining if you get it wrong and I punish you — right?" The smile was clear in his speech, a potent dare that he was just begging you to accept. And against your better judgment, you did; muttering out a simple yes squeezing the fabric of your clothes between your fingers.

"Excellent! And to make this even more fun, how about a speed round? Ready? Let's go; what is the name of the fictional town in which the events of Halloween take place?"

"Haddonfield."

"Correct!— Which horror movie features a family being terrorized by doppelgängers?—"

"Us!"

"Right again! Two more sweetheart, and you'll get your beloved power back!"

You breathed heavily, tightening the hold on your phone. Calm down.. you can't think when you're so frantic.

"In 'The Grudge' what is the name of the spirit that curses the house?"

"Ka—kayako Saeki—!"

The other laughed heartily, "You are on a roll! Last one, it's for alllllll the marbles.. where am I?"

In that moment it felt like someone was squeezing your throat, rendering you breathless; clawing at an imaginary hand to fight for breath. Your eyes danced around your dark house, chest tight as little tears pricked at your eyes.

"What?.." Your tone was breathy, fear clearly running through your veins.

"You heard me." The way he spoke, all amusement, all laughter ceasing to exist. This.. wasn't a game anymore, was it?

"Where.. am.. I?"

Tears were streaming at this point, head whipping back and forth between your backyard door and the front. You struggled to pick, knowing the wrong answer meant your demise. You couldn't.. you had to guess right, y—you just.. had to!

"The front door! You're on my porch!"

"Go check."

You swallowed heavily, glancing at the door. Slowly, toy pulled yourself off the wall, shaky footsteps leading you forward. You couldn't hear a thing from the other line, making you wonder if he muted himself. Either way, you didn't care; the thought of hearing him at this moment was just too much to bear. You continued your snail like pace, shaky, gasping as you approached the door. A barrier between you and what you assumed was standing behind it, waiting for you.

You panted softly, watching your own hand reach for the knob as if an out of body experience. Expertly, routinely; your fingers flicked the lock, listening to the usual mechanism. Then, your palm enveloped the golden knob, twisting.. carefully.

Twist.. twist.. pull. Slowly, you opened the door, listening to the hinges for a soft moment before deciding to rip the bandage off— swinging it open the rest of the way, nearly hitting the wall behind if it wasn't for your hand.

And just like that.. all color drained from your face, as you glanced at your porch, your doorstep.

Your completely, empty, doorstep.

Laughter suddenly echoed from your phone, your blood running cold. You sputtered,

"Please! Please just give me another ch—"

Your speech was interrupted as heavy footsteps bounded from your stairs. You whipped around in time to spot a large figure cloaked in black, face covered rushing towards you. You screeched, scrambling to make it out of the door, only for his arms to suddenly wrap around your waist, stilling your movement.

"You lost.." The tone in your ear was sing-songy, arms tightening the more you struggled. You felt the plastic of his mask dig into your neck as he leaned into, fingers digging into your flesh almost perversely. "Poor, poor [Name]."

Before you could whine out, you were met with the sound of your power being restored. You gaped like a fish, confused completely. If he was here now, how the hell did it turn back on?

An answer quickly presented itself. One, you didn't quite like.

Footsteps carried from your porch, and through glossy eyes you spotted another figure approaching your home. The one holding you backed up a bit, carrying you with him— and allowing his partner-in-crime to enter your home. Once he did so, he shut the door behind him, locking it and snickering softly.

"I was gonna lose anyway.. wasn't I?"

"So smart.." The stranger, the mask you immediately recognized as Ghostface mumbled, approaching you. You whimpered the moment his fingers went for your face, caressing it slowly as his other hand reached for his mask, slowly lifting it halfway to reveal his simmering smirk.

Ghostface leaned close, lips pressing against the side of your eye, removing the tears. "I think we scared her too much.. Look at those tears."

The Ghostface behind you chuckled, pressing himself closer to effectively squish you between the two of them.

"I don't think so. She enjoyed this more than she let on, obviously." A hand released your waist to grasp your cheek, turning your face just a tad. "You got turned on by this.. didn't you? The thought of losing, the thought of us coming in here— claiming our reward and dealing out your punishment?"

You whined, unable to speak from their touches and the pressure. They took your lack of words as an answer, the Ghostface infront of you chuckling as his lips treaded down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just to feel you shudder. While the other slowly backed the three of you to your couch.

Soon enough your bottom hit the plush cushions, unable to fully register what was happening as your lips were suddenly taken in a full kiss. You couldn't keep up at this point, feeling hands reach for your clothes; top gone, bottoms next. The cool air brushed against your skin, quickly warmed by their touch. You felt a hand ghost down the curve of your plush stomach, pushing past the elastic of your panties— gloved fingers brushing against your warm cunt.

"Soaking my fucking glove.." One spoke, clearly not the one kissing you as his lips continued to bite marks along your skin, sinking in deeply when you attempted to close your legs. "Don't be so shy.. let me in, sweetheart."

His words were soft, nearly comforting as you felt fingers spread you, another coming to circle your swollen bud. You finally pulled away from the kiss, a whisper of a moan escaping your swollen lips. You squirmed, not fighting, but unable to control yourself due to the pleasure.

The Ghostface that had just kissed you chuckled, leaning close to press his lips against the side of your face. "Feels that good.. huh?" His hand dragged your body, reaching your thighs, a soft huff escaping the moment he realized you still had your panties on.

"You're so lazy." His words were directed to his partner, tone ranging between annoyed and amused.

The other chuckled, continuing his the slow circles upon your clit, "You want them off so bad, do it yourself." And with that he devoured your mouth in a sweet kiss, tongue intruding your lips to spread along your wet caravan, reclaiming the space.

Ghostface 1 tutted softly, hand moving away from your body to instead sift through his pocket. Your eyes slowly opened, watching as he revealed a pocket knife, flipping it open in on swift motion. You whined softly as you felt the sharp tip drag across your skin, the cold silver causing you to shiver far too harshly..

"Relax.. I would hate to knick you." He spoke, though doing one more playful drag before reaching your hip, carefully catching your panty onto the sharp edge before flicking it up— ruining them. You would have complained if it wasn't for the mouth occupying you at the moment.

Ghostface 1 tossed away the knife onto your coffee table, grabbing the ruined garments and tearing it off the rest of the way. With that, his companion used his free hand to grace the inside of your thigh, pushing it open whilst the other did the same; exposing your wet cunt.

With more access, another hand reached low, gathering your dripping essence, smoothing it between his gloved fingers. And with a single push two fingers were inserting you, reaching deep and spreading against your gummy walls.

Again you pulled away from a kiss, moaning— pitch piquing as those damned digits curled. Ghostface 2 chuckled, continuing the ministrations on your pretty bud while his lips carried down your form.

"So fucking wet.. you like this? All this attention?"

Little tears of pleasure threatened to tread down your face as your legs shook, reaching over to squeeze one of their arms— which of course, was more than welcomed. You felt a free hand knead your breast, thumb flicking and pressing into your nipple gently.

"Hey, he asked a question— or are you too fucked out already?" The first Ghostface chuckled, quickening the pace of his fingers, the squelches of your pretty pussy echoing through the room. He leaned close, nipping at your skin, scissoring you and spreading you open.

"Ye—yes!" You were finally able to muster, a band forming and wounding in your stomach as they continued. Your response was enough for them, laughter carrying between them, one even softly mocking your declaration.

"Such a fucking slut, all excited over two Ghostfaces using you up."

"Ruining you for just about anyone else.."

Your head rolled back against the couch, as blissfull sounds escaped, eyes pinched close from the pleasure. Your thighs tightened with each pass of one's finger upon your clit, and the other's thrust of their fingers. They were right, you were ruined— completely. And they had just begun to play with you.

You whimpered and whined, fingers digging into their covered arms, crying out as a hot tongue spread along your areola, dragging the swollen bud into his mouth. You were close, so, so close. That end heading towards you rapidly, stomach tightening into knots as pure gibberish fell from your pretty lips.

And all too quickly you were coming undone, moaning so loudly you were sure the neighbors could hear. For a moment your vision was blurred, the only feeling being their fingers helping your ride out your high.

"What a mess, your poor couch."

"Here, be good and clean me up." Soaked, gloved fingers were dragging across your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open gently. With little issue your lips parted, allowing his digits to press against your tongue. You dragged your appendage across him, tasting your own arousal and bitter leather. You continued your show, gagging slightly the moment he pushed his fingers just a bit farther.

"Look at that.." Ghostface 2 mumbled, far too excited as his piercing gaze resting on you. Suddenly he was standing up, walking around your couch to stand behind you. Ghostface 1 seemed to catch onto his plan, given he was removing his fingers before grasping you a bit roughly, switching you onto your knees.

Your hands held the hard frame of your couch, breathing softly as a gentle hand grasped your chin. Your eyes carried up to the long figure infront of you, warming as his thumb wiped away the combined mess on your lips.

"Pretty girl.." He cooed, leaning down to your height to plant his lips to your own. Your eyes fluttered shut, moaning into the kiss as you felt the other behind you spread your legs wide, hand brushing across your back to make the perfect arch.

In unison you heard fabric moving before two pairs of belts were being fiddled with. This caused your heart to skip a beat, anticipation and want shuddering throughout you.

Soon enough you were being released from the kiss, eyes landing upon the one before you, watching as he tugged down his bottoms. Short tufts of fluffy white hairs lined his belly and his groin, carefully groomed. He was long, length a pretty pale, veins running along his shaft with a hot red tip.

"No way.. don't tell me you got this excited just from seeing his dick." Ghostface 1 chuckled behind you, dragging his knuckles across your snatch for a moment before gently slapping your messy cunt, the soft plap echoing throughout the room.

You gasped out, lunging forward just a bit from the sudden action. He didn't let you move much though, fingers dipping into your sides and pulling you against him, feeling his own heavy length gliding across you.

Your attention was once against moved as a hand grabbed your chin, thumb pressing against your lips and parting them. You moaned the moment his tip pressed against you, feeling his pre-cum smear across the brim. And slowly, he fed you each inch of his cock, his own groan causing you to shudder.

And what's more, just when you thought you could relax, you felt the other's tip glide across your slit before slowly pushing in, spreading you so perfectly.

As if made for them.

Ghostface 2 started first, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing them forward, filling your mouth easily. Your cheeks hallowed, jaw going slack as his slow pace started. His breath was heavy against the mask, hand rising to your hair and curling his fingers through it while his other hand gently caressed your face.

Ghostface 1 was next, hands digging to your hips as his own hips pulled back until only his tip remained inside of you. With little care he thrusted all the way back in, stifling a laugh as a surprised moan escaped you.

"Sorry, should I have warned you?" He questioned, refusing to give you even a moment to reply before his thrusts picked up, driving his cock into you with no mercy. With each push your breasts were pressing against the couch, the soft fabric stimulating you even more.

A struggled gasp escaped you as a tug came at your hair, fingers grabbing your cheeks rather roughly as the Ghostface infront of you picked up his own pace— reacting out of pure jealousy.

"Don't give him so much attention, sweetheart. Just focus on me." Ghostface 2 chuckled, speech stuttering as he continued. Your mouth felt far too good, sucking him so gently as your tongue dragged along his length. The man's head tilted back, muttering swears trying to keep control as he fucked your pretty face.

Meanwhile Ghostface 1 chuckled, leaning over your form to press his lips right against your ear. "Yet who's the one making you feel so good?" He spoke, slamming his hips, your ass rippling with each hit. You melted, so palpable as a string moans escaped you, smothered by the warm length occupying your mouth. You could barely focus, barely breath— relying only on feeling.

Your mouth being stuffed. Your cunt as well. The way you shook with their rhythmic thrusts, nearly toppling over if it wasn't for one's strong hold. How your arousal and much more trickled down your thighs, definitely dirtying your couch even further.

All of it.. so overwhelming yet, so, so good. You didn't need to think, breathe, nothing. Just kneeling there was enough, allowing the pleasure to consume you.

Tears trailed down chubby cheeks, wiped away by your second lover's tender thumb, gentle compared to how roughly he was using your mouth. Words of praise and encouragement fell from their lips, falling on deaf ears as you felt yourself grow more lost.

Far too quickly you felt your peak approaching, withering as the two pumped in and out of you without a care. You squeezed the couch underneath you, garbled moans escaped you as you spasmed; releasing all over your lover.

"Squeezing me so damn tightly.." The man behind you muttered, the sound of shuffling and something hitting the coffee table being heard. Once again a warm body was covering you, except the familar feeling of silky long hair tickled your exposed skin.

"Felt that good, huh? Can't believe you convinced us to do this— [Name]." Suguru chuckled right into your ear, head going slack as his ruts inside you continued you.

You would be embarrassed, mouth loose with excuses if it wasn't already full. Your eyes settled upon your other lover, moaning against his dick— tongue nice and flat the moment his hips stuttered.

And with a sharp groan he was painting your mouth, pulling you close to assure you didn't waste a single drop.

Suguru was last to let go, fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave marks. In one last thrust he was filling you up, shivering as he felt your walls tightened from the motion.

Satoru's hand rose, feeling at the mask for a moment before tugging it off; tossing it to the side to reveal his pretty face. His grin was far too apparent, pulling his hips back the moment he was satisfied. He watched carefully as you swallowed his mess, leaning down to kiss at your face and remark how good you were.

"You have fun?"

"Just a little." You spoke softly, ignoring the soft ache of your voice. You shivered as your dark-haired lover unsheathed himself within you, feeling him switch around to sit on the couch.

Soon enough his hands were reaching for you, pulling you to sit on his lap whilst his face rested in your neck.

"More than a little, you were practically screaming with glee when I grabbed you."

"Oh shut it.."

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