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saintsofwarding · 10 months

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WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

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Chapter 14: A Mirror

By the time the oncoming blizzard began to swirl over the sun, as if hiding its face in fear from the land below, Rose caught her first sight of the village.

It spread before them, surrounded on all sides by mountains, a protective wall of them cupping the valley like a pair of hands. She saw Castle Dimitrescu first; impossible not to, the structure stabbing itself from the landscape as if to claim the sky itself. In the morning light, the castle's spires glittered like the towers of that long-destroyed crystal city of Heisenberg's bedtime stories.

Rose stared, breathless, from Dimitrescu's back even as clouds skimmed her cheeks, soaking her hair. She and Donna were hunched low over Dimitrescu's pulsating flesh, and still the wind tore tears from her eyes and ripped at her skin like knives.

Before them the castle rose from its nest of mountains, of mist, magnificent and Gothic, something from a dream, or a nightmare.

Rose wasn't yet sure which.

"To hell with this blizzard," Dimitrescu snarled, her wingbeats churning at the clouds as a swirl of snow obscured their first sight of the castle. Rose felt the wind judder at her, so strong it tossed even her around. "I must make a landing."

"Fine by me," Rose called, but wasn't sure if Dimitrescu heard her.

She veered downward with a thrum of displaced air. Clouds rose around them, and as they broke through the dense layer, the ground burst into view, a dizzying spin of forest and mountain. The trees rose around them, and with a powerful backbeat that scattered snow and ripped pine needles from their boughs, Dimitrescu settled to all fours in a small clearing.

Rose half-fell off her back, legs cramping and frozen; she limped over to a tree to lean and wince. Behind her came the crack and growl of Dimitrescu's transformation, the air full of the powerful reek of blood and mutagen. By the time Rose turned back round, Dimitrescu knelt in the snow, breathing hard, rubbing her muscular arms.

"Is everything okay?" Rose asked her. Donna and Angie were speaking to one another in soft tones. Well- Donna's tone was soft, anyway. Angie seemed to be on par with a chihuahua in terms of lack of inside voice.

"I have been without blood for far too long," Dimitrescu muttered. Her eyes glowed golden beneath her sooty lashes; her face seemed gaunter than it had looked on the mountainside, dark circles cutting under those beautiful eyes. "In my hibernation, my body went into stasis, but now...after my transformation..."

Her eyes flicked up, meeting Rose's. "You smell far too delicious for safety, sweet child."

"Please don't eat me," Rose said.

She smiled. "Fortunately for you," she said, "I can control my urges..."

She lifted a hand and, delicately, drew her finger along Rose's jaw, ending, poised, just above the pulse point of her throat. "...For a time."

She rose to her full height as Donna and Angie approached.

"You hear that racket?" Angie said.

"The rush of water," Dimitrescu said.

She was right. Rose could hear it above the howl of the thickening blizzard, the snowy wind gusting in ripples and waves through the forest, like the sea in storm. Some kind of huge river?

"We're not too far from House Beneviento!" Angie crowed. "Home sweet home! Donna, you remember all the crazy stuff we got up to in there?"

Donna pressed her lips together.

"Anyway, we got all kinds of stuff all stored up in there. Get some better clothes than these nasty BSAA rags we're sporting. What do you say?"

"I've looked a shameful mess for far too long," Dimitrescu said.

"Yeah, we could use a place to rest and plan," Rose said.

Dimitrescu faced downhill, her head lifted. "Not for long," she murmured. "I need to regain my castle. To see what horrors time has wrought upon it. "

She made a scathing sound in her throat. "And to see how the elements have destroyed my beautiful home. If I ever see Redfield again, not even your promises will be enough to stop me from peeling him apart layer by layer."

"Let's..." Rose's teeth began to chatter. "Let's focus on the now, okay?"

"This way!" Angie called from the edge of the clearing, she and Donna already within the reaching shadows of the trees. "Over the river and through the woods...watch out for wolves, heh heh heh..."

Rose picked herself up and limped after them, Dimitrescu just behind her, filling the air with the faint tang of blood, the scent seemingly clinging to her inevitably.

The trees passed by, the wind dying down as they descended into the woods, scaly-barked pines transitioning to deciduous trees, twisted limbs entwined in a dense, frozen canopy overhead. Soon, the only sound was the crunch of their footsteps in the snow, Angie's low muttering, and a distant, thunderous roar, a vibration Rose felt in the soles of her feet.

Shapes swam through the fog, resolving into a collection of dilapidated buildings- sheds, Rose guessed, eyeing the clutter of equipment outside, the ruinous, frozen black rot inside of what appeared to have once been bags of potting soil.

A long string of bones clacked softly from a corner of the roof, stirred each time the breeze whispered through the forest.

She climbed over a collapsed fence after Donna. More shapes, more strange sights in the fog. Tripod trellises overgrown with a tangle of mutant plants, vines grown thick and ropy and strangling, the icy remnants of blue blossoms clinging to life. Wrought-iron fences, more outbuildings, gates standing askew, their bars warped and rusted by more than a decade of exposure to the elements.

A garden, Rose thought. Made sense- if Donna's powers relied on plants, then she'd want to cultivate as many as possible. Looking at the care with which this place had once been tended, though, she suspected it was more than for practicality's sake. There was an arboretum in one of the cities she'd lived in over the years, and this place reminded her of that long-ago garden. She'd gotten herself lost on the class field trip, and instead of getting scared, had wandered for hours through the trees, the paths unfurling before her, meandering and mesmerizing.

She glanced at Donna up ahead, but aside from a certain stiffness to her shoulders, she gave no indication of how she felt about being in this garden again.

A chill crawled through Rose's nerves as she caught sight of the first grave.

It rose from the snow beneath a tree, hung with yet more of those strange bone charms. A cracked, water-stained headstone, its engraving once-ornate, now illegible. Rose sensed a strange consciousness from it, a sleeping, hibernating energy, and stayed the hell away; even with Lady Dimitrescu at her back, she didn't want anything popping out and gnawing off her face.

"Such a tawdry little place," Dimitrescu muttered, looking around at the garden as they headed for a large iron gate on the far side. "Miranda always spoke at length to me about the one-time power and influence of the Family Beneviento. Nothing compared to House Dimitrescu, of course, but..." She tutted her tongue. "I'd expect more from nobility."

"I made do," Donna said simply, quietly.

"Made do," Dimitrescu echoed, as if this went against the foundations of her reality. "Can you imagine."

The gate came open with the squeal of rusted hinges, and they stepped down a short incline and into another clearing. In its center, a massive gravestone rose from a thicket of smaller graves, now so heaped with snow the foundations of the graves were almost completely buried. The big grave was taller than Rose, intricately, lovingly carved, the words on it mostly illegible, like the others. Rose only caught a few. Freed, bonds. Valley, death.

Donna lowered her head and moved right past it, but Rose lingered, climbing carefully between the graves to kneel and clear snow off the dais before the big stone. A cracked slab set into its surface read Claudia Beneviento, with a date of birth and of death.

Claudia.

Her throat stung. Donna's sister. This, she realized, was the girl Heisenberg had spoken of, so many years ago. The dead child, the girl he'd failed to save, in whose death he'd had a heavy hand. The one he'd loved like a daughter, or as close to that as he was capable.

She pressed her hand to the cold stone, but unlike the other grave, there was nothing beneath it. No pulse, no sleeping presence. Claudia was gone. There was no getting her back.

Maybe that was why Donna had hurried past without a second look. To stop here, to linger, was to relive again her failures. She'd had a hand in Claudia's death, too, or at least believed she did. In the end, Miranda was dead, and Donna was alive, and there was no one left to blame than herself.

A shadow fell over her. She looked up to find Dimitrescu standing just beyond the graves, her lashes lowered, her expression unreadable.

"Death is inevitable, child," she said. "Even to us. Whatever you seek to resurrect here...will never be what you most desire. Not truly."

A smile unfurled across her face, bitter and so flush with longing Rose felt its ache deep in her own chest.

"There's always a price for resurrection," Dimitrescu said, and moved on, after Donna.

With a last look at the child's grave, Rose followed them.

Before she joined them in the elevator, visible inside the open doors of the red gatehouse on the far side of the clearing, Rose paused. Something in her mind, Heisenberg's dreams, the memories to which he'd so fiercely clung despite Miranda's efforts to excise them.

The little compass came out of the sword with a clean snap of breaking metal. She returned to the grave and set it down, next to the frost-burnt flowers, the remains of what must have once been dolls, lumps of candle-wax.

It glittered, there, too new for this place, and yet still a promise to herself. A reminder. That even through hatred, and pain, suffering and manipulation, years of servitude and broken identity, once there was something good here. Once there had been love here. And there would be again, in some form, still undying.

***

The house rose from the mist of the great waterfall, a massive cataract flung from some shadowy source higher up the mountainside. A pretty house, with high peaked roofs now chewed with holes, a big wrap-around porch now overgrown with snow and creepers. As they approached, Rose heard the whistle of wind through a broken window.

With a shove and the crackle of breaking ice, Dimitrescu shoved the front doors wide. Darkness yawned within, the smell of damp, a silence, stifling; she ducked inside and strode into the darkness, but Rose lingered on the threshold, Donna by her side. She'd removed Angie from her backpack and cradled her in her arms, her one eye and Angie's three staring ahead into the house entryway.

"Together?" Rose whispered.

Donna gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Together, then. And it was together they entered, and together they moved about the room inside, its mezzanine level and its damp-ruined wood paneling, searching for lamps, closing shutters over the broken windows.

Somehow, Donna coaxed a couple lamps to light; the electricity was still running, the ancient wiring intact. The glow filled the hall with strange, leaping shadows, illuminating the dozens of scattered dolls and upturned chairs, the snow piling in corners, the icicles hanging from the distant ceiling.

A large framed portrait hung by the stairs was almost obscured by black mold, but Rose could still make out the faint shadows of forms on the canvas.

A Beneviento ancestor? Impossible to tell.

"I will make a fire," Donna said quietly. She pushed through a doorway and into a room beyond.

"I'm not staying in here," Dimitrescu said, her eyes sweeping the dilapidated hall. She had to bend almost double to wedge herself through the door, after Donna.

Rose stayed where she was. This place...again, that sting of familiarity, of knowledge. Once, those mold-scabbed wood panels had glowed with syrup light; once, music had echoed from the house's depths, scratchy and old-fashioned.

Take this. Keep it safe. And keep him occupied. Glory to me, child, remember that.

A flutter of yellow petals, as if blown in some phantom wind.

The dolls' eyes glittered from shelves and cabinets, watching her.

Rose stepped forward. A floorboard creaked on the stairs; she looked round, but the staircase was empty, the darkness unbroken.

You came here...

A glow of golden light off pale hands, clutching a rectangular flask to her heart.

Another pair of hands, bloodied and battered, three fingers sprouted from gory bandages, clutching that same flask as if it was the most important thing in the world.

And who are you now?

"Rose?"

The voice echoed from the dark. Rose whirled. The doorway, like the stairs, stood empty, the hallway beyond ordinary save for a smear of dried blood on the walls, black with age and furred with dust.

Pain sheared through her skull, rusty metal screaming in her ears-

She gave a cry, stumbling forward, but the pain was gone in an instant, leaving her ears ringing, her mouth dry. Movement flickered in the dark, the trace of a tan jacket, the glint of fair hair.

"Rose," came the voice again, soft and sing-song, as if calling her to bed.

"Dad?" Rose whispered.

Oh, god, was he alive? Had he regenerated like Dimitrescu, had he been here all these years? She stumbled after him; her heart pounded. She made it down the hallway. Footprints dragged through the dust, leading her on.

"Dad!" Rose cried. "Come back- it's me- I've come to save you-"

She rounded a corner and jerked to a halt. An old-fashioned elevator stood before her, its lights on, a grille stretched over its entrance. As she watched, the elevator itself rose back into position, like it had just gotten done conveying someone down.

She yanked the grille back; it slid aside with the slick whisper of well-oiled joints. The elevator interior was clean, like the lift in a fancy hotel, its wallpaper unmarked by the years, its brass fixtures glowing warmly in the overhead light. Rose climbed in and jabbed the button, her breathing feverish, sweat prickling in her hairline.

"Come on," she said. "Come on."

The elevator began to slide downward. Down, and down, and down; it couldn't be this far, could it? An eternity of brick wall, of flickering lights, of her own pulse, overloud in her ears. At last a line of light grew upwards from her feet, and the elevator shuddered to a halt.

Past a small, cozy entryway room, the hallways stretched, bland and beige, beyond. "Dad!" Rose cried. Her voice rang through the darkness, away and away. "Dad!"

She ran. The world seemed to fuzz and reform around her; dolls' eyes glittered, like crows' eyes, like stones at the bottom of a deep, deep well. She whirled round a corner and the wall before her pulsated, a stretch of translucent jelly-pink throbbing with veins.

The Embryo? No, no, no- she stretched a trembling hand forward to touch the flesh of God itself-

It was gone. Flash. She tottered back. The silence fell around her like a dropped shroud.

Rose stood, raking in deep breaths. Behind her, a soft footfall came on the carpeted floor.

She turned.

Shadows fanned on the walls around her: the shadows of outspread wings. He stood at the far end of the hallway, backlit, his face in shadow.

"Rose," he said, his voice full of relief. "I found you, I finally-"

"You were too late."

The voice tore from her own throat, cold and measured. The shadows stretched, reaching for her father; he backed off, mangled hands raised, but she was striding toward him, breaking into a run, lunging for him with a shriek of laughter; her hand snapped around his neck, and this close she saw how much she looked like him; those were her eyes, too, and there was not fear in them, but relief, still, relief-

She ripped into him with her teeth. He crumbled under her bite, hard and sharp-edged. Crystal fragments rained from her mouth as she tore her head back, taking half his face off. The wound wasn't flesh and blood, but crystal, broken crystal-

"Too late for her," Rose- Miranda- both of them cried. Another bite; another. "Too late for you." He collapsed to his knees, and still he stared at her, watching her with love in his eyes even as she tore him to pieces. "Too late for all of them!" She fastened her teeth around the hard, polished globe of his right eyeball, and with a wrench of her head-

***

Darkness fell. She slammed to her hands and knees. Her mouth tasted bitter, edged with something like flowers, as if she'd been drinking perfume. She coughed; black fluid spattered the faded, damp-spotted carpet. The air smelled of mold, real mold, a place left to mildew for years in the dark and the cold.

Rose lifted her hands; they quivered. "What the..." she said, but she couldn't go on.

"I'm so sorry."

She looked up. Down the grimy, dank little corridor stood Donna, holding Angie like a ventriloquist's doll. She'd changed clothes. Instead of the practical gear Chris had provided her, she now wore severe, old-fashioned black taffeta, a long skirt and bodice with puffed sleeves. Her eye patch was gone, her Cadou scarring exposed.

It writhed a little as Rose watched, Donna's dark eye sorrowful.

"It must have lingered," Donna went on. "From before."

"That was you?" Rose sputtered. She thought of what Chris had said- she's a puppeteer, a manipulator. "That was...all you?"

Donna nodded, then looked down, averting her eyes.

"You made me see that?" Rose cried.

"My power...only makes mirrors," Donna murmured. "Whatever you saw was you."

Rose stared at her, tension welling in her throat. Chris wouldn't trust her. Chris wouldn't take this. Heisenberg...god, she didn't know, she missed him, she wanted him back so bad it hurt. She pressed her hands over her face.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.

This time, it was Donna's turn to comfort her. She heard the rustle of fabric, Donna's strange, detached, cold presence.

A pause-

Then a cool hand settled on her shoulder, so light she barely felt it.

"I'm sorry," Donna whispered. "I see them too."

"Are they always bad?"

Donna said nothing.

"The visions, I mean," Rose pressed. "Are they always...bad? Can't they be...can't they be good things?"

"I...do not know." She paused. "Perhaps."

Rose nodded. She sniffled. "Please don't..."

Donna waited.

"...Please don't tell the big, sexy vampire about this," Rose said.

She sensed Donna's smile, fragile as the frozen flowers in her garden. "That's probably for the best," she agreed.

***

Rose changed out of her wet clothes while Donna made tea, replacing her soaked shirt with a dry one of Donna's, embroidered cotton in a peasant style. A mirror in the washroom showed the cut Dimitrescu had given her on the cheek hadn't properly healed; a livid red slash lingered. Maybe cuts given with her claws always scarred, even on mutants? Her eyes were still dark-ringed, her hair falling in lank waves around her face. She still tasted that bitterness on the back of her tongue, lingering like a nightmare.

You aren't her. You'll never be her.

Chris wouldn't see it that way.

To hell with what Chris thinks. He's been fighting people like you his whole life.

She couldn't back down now. But why did she keep feeling the crunch of her teeth in Ethan Winters' flesh, the feeling of her tearing him apart?

Because in the hallucination, in the mirror, she'd wanted to keep going. Because in the hallucination, she'd liked it.

In the kitchen, a warm, homey central room that had escaped the worst of the elements, Donna stood by the fireplace with a copper tea-kettle and four heavy ceramic mugs, each painted with birds and flowers. Now that the fire was going the air crackled with welcome heat, banishing the gloom and the smell of damp that crept in from the rest of the house. Angie already sat at the table, propped up on cushions, her porcelain fingers tapping at the wood as if with impatience.

Rose's coat, shirt, and boots were hung up by the fire to dry. Donna must have done that, too.

"Thanks," she said, a little awkwardly.

Donna nodded, checking the contents of the kettle.

"Where's Dimitrescu?" Rose asked.

"Nosing around outdoors," Angie said. "Antsy, antsy. You'd think there was glass in her gloves. Big sister doesn't like us very much!"

"She lost her children," Donna said softly.

"Children," Angie sneered. "A matching set! Three dolls in dress-up clothes. Knock 'em down one after the next and these pretty dollies won't get back up again...!"

She cut off as the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Moments later Dimitrescu ducked into the room, reclining with an exhale onto a green velvet divan, the only piece of furniture large enough to hold her. It groaned, antique wood and moldy velvet straining under the weight of muscle and bone and blood-clotted tissue.

"Tea?" Angie squeaked, like she hadn't just been mocking her dead daughters.

Dimitrescu gave the tea a look that any lesser being would reserve for murder. "Dust and mildew," she muttered. "I need my castle back. I need my home. Do you remember, once I made wines to make angels weep?"

"Yeah, because they tasted so nasty," Angie muttered.

Dimitrescu rounded on her. "Insolent poppet. I'll smash you apart- a little more dust in this hovel of a house could hardly hurt-

"Enough," Rose growled.

Dimitrescu lifted her chin. Angie chattered her teeth in a click-click-click of porcelain against ivory, but shut up. After a long pause, Donna brought the tea over. Rose didn't miss the wicked little smile playing around her lips.

"The only tea that wasn't stale was this sort," she said. "I hope it's all right."

"Probably full of your nauseating little mind-venom," Dimitrescu said with a wave of her hand. "Forgive me, dear sister, if I won't partake."

Rose took a long drink of the tea, the unfamiliar herbs stinging in her nose and warming the back of her throat. Cloves, she thought, and cinnamon, and something a little sweet. It cleared away the last of the brain-fog from the hallucination downstairs.

"...It isn't stale, is it?" Donna asked.

"No. No, it's good. Kind of tastes like Christmas."

Donna, Angie, and Dimitrescu all looked at her.

"Holiday," Rose amended. "Lots of, uh, pie and stuff. I guess you wouldn't know about it, would you?"

"Heisenberg would," Donna murmured. "He got out."

"So will you, after this," Rose said. "If you want."

Donna lowered her gaze, her hands clasped around her own mug. She didn't take a sip.

"You will," Rose pressed. She half-stood. "Look, we just need a plan. Dimitrescu, you were outside. Did you see anything? Any signs of Ouroboros, lycans?"

"No," she said. "But...there is something. Something in the air...in the feeling of the wind. I don't like it."

"Something wrong?"

She tilted her head back, letting the firelight play over the long, pale planes of her throat. "Let us, for all our sakes, hope not."

"We can't screw around for too long." Rose tapped at her mug with her fingertips, a quick restless drumbeat. "Those helicopters weren't far off. Now, the blizzard's gonna make it hard for them to land, but that won't delay them forever."

"What about your...companion? Jailer? Whichever he was. The man-thing." Dimitrescu's lip curled in disgust.

"Chris..." She didn't want to think about him. He'd have to hunt her down now, she knew. He'd have to. She'd crossed a line in a big way, and no amount of shared history, or shared misery, would allow him with all his duties and responsibilities to just...leave her alone. After all, she'd outright agreed to allow Lady Dimitrescu to eat anyone who got in her way.

I had to, Chris-

But wasn't that everyone's argument? She was certain Miranda would have claimed the same, in her place.

"Chris is a problem for later," she said quickly. "Right now, we need to focus on getting into town, scout out what's going on."

"Fifteen years," Dimitrescu murmured. "What degeneracy will greet us, I wonder."

"At a guess? Probably a whole freaking lot of lycans."

Lady Dimitrescu lifted her hand, letting her claws slide from her fingertips, admiring their slick gleam in the light.

"Dear, sweet child," she said, and grinned, showing off her teeth. "Lycans are to be the least of our worries."

#re8 fanfiction #re8 fic #Re8 #karl heisenberg #rosemary winters #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #ethan winters #chris redfield #claudia beneviento #mother miranda #resident evil village #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #saints of warding #chapter 14

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Are you a... Camgirl?

ღ @mejuii credits to you darling for the amazing gif

ღPairing: Yunho x Nari (OC) x Hongjoong (ft Wooyoung)

ღGenre: non-idol au, Hongjoong and Yunho are Nari’s friends

ღWord Count: 4,224

ღWarnings: anal prep, mxm, oral (f receiving), degradation kink, size kink, fingering (m receiving), cum eating, cum facial, fxm sex, joong is a sub, nari is a sub, yunho is a dom

ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot, 3rd POV

ღSummary: when Yunho finds porn on Hongjoong’s computer, neither of them expected to figure out that it was Nari who the subject of the porn

ღ @mejuii @downtoamagicalland thank you for helping me through this, your help is priceless

Yunho was in Hongjoong’s studio, bringing in food and drink, to reprieve the older man and save him from his workaholic ways. They had just finished laughing about an incident involving Mingi, his girl and some squirting, when Yunho looked to change the subject. “I found these pants earlier on tiktok.”

Hongjoong’s eyes lit up at the subject of fashion, “Oh yeah?”

"Let me just bring it up on your computer," Yunho says casually, reaching for the mouse and waking up Hongjoong’s computer.

"Wait!"

But it was too late. Yunho's eyes widen as the screen woke up to porn. There was a moaning woman on the screen, saying daddy fuck me harder, legs over a man's shoulders, getting drilled into. Hongjoong knocks Yunho’s hand off of the mouse and pauses before the noises can carry on.

"Wait a minute," Yunho leans into the screen with a frown.

Hongjoong raises his hands to cover the screen, "Come on, haven't you seen enough?"

Yunho easily grabs both of Hongjoong’s wrists with one hand and lowers them. "That's Nari."

Hongjoong scoots in his chair, almost gluing his face to the screen, mouth agape. "How can you tell?"

"That scar on her leg and the mole on her chest," Yunho says, eyes still scanning the screen, "I'm sure of it."

Hongjoong pulls his hands out of Yunho’s grasp and presses the spacebar and the video starts to play again. Yunho's ears heat up at recognizing her voice and Hongjoong giggles nervously. "Seriously?"

Yunho pauses the video next. "How many of these have you watched?"

Hongjoong blinks languidly, thinking. "Like, two or three."

Yunho cocks his head. "Who’s that with her?"

Hongjoong shrugs, "Could be anyone."

Yunho sends a knowing look to Hongjoong. "Not anyone. You think she just picked someone up? Bet you that's one of us."

Hongjoong shakes his head, "No fucking way!" He presses play and then stops when the camera focuses on the man's lips on Nari's nipple. He plays with the piercing there, gently teasing it with his teeth and she moans at the sensation.

Yunho shouts, "Wait!" The both of them lean in again, "That's mother fucking Jung Wooyoung!" His finger points at the noticeable mole on the man’s lips.

“Wooyoung? Wooyoung?” Hongjoong shouts in disbelief, “She asked Wooyoung to fuck her on camera???”

Hongjoong sits back in his computer chair with a sour look on his face and his arms crossed. Of course Nari was close with all their friends, but Wooyoung was always a little shit to her. One minute, teasing her mercilessly and the next hugging her and telling her that she’s his everything. What made her reveal her secret to Wooyoung, of all people, and then ask him to be a part of it?

“Get Nari on the phone,” Yunho says with a determined look.

Hongjoong grabs his phone from charging and pulls up Nari in his contacts. Yunho peers over and then gives Hongjoong a look, “You have her saved as smol angy chihuahua???”

“Shhh, she doesn't know,” Hongjoong says with a frown but hits call anyways.

Nari answers, sounding a bit distracted, “Joong, I’m kinda busy at the moment--”

"I’m sitting here with Yunho and we’re looking at my computer screen right now and I'd like to understand how you're on it with Wooyoung’s dick inside of you."

A pause on her side of the phone. "I'll be right over."

Nari walks into Hongjoong’s studio maybe fifteen minutes later, slightly sweaty but casual. She had on leggings and a t-shirt. If Nari had intended to come in and look half disheveled and appealing, she had done it. Hongjoong squints and he's pretty sure he can see the piercings on her nipples showing through her shirt. What had she been doing that she hurried over with no bra on?

"So, which one you discovered it?" Nari accuses, hands on her hips.

Yunho points to Hongjoong. "He was watching it. I realized it was you by the scar on the back of your leg."

Nari curses under your breath. "Listen--"

"It's not so much that you're doing it," Hongjoong cuts you off, digging under his nails for unseen dirt.

"But with Wooyoung?" Yunho demands.

Nari sighs loudly, sounding annoyed. "Wooyoung understands it's just for the views."

Hongjoong laughs. "He is not fucking you to help you with your views."

"I asked him to help me with some of the scenarios I've created--"

Yunho corrects her, "And he agreed so he could fuck you."

"Wooyoung is not doing this to just fuck me!" Nari screeches.

Hongjoong shoots his next question over Nari’s head to Yunho. "Is she underestimating herself?"

"She's underestimating herself." Yunho grabs Nari’s chin firmly, "He's fucking you under whatever pretense you want. It's what I'd agree to if that meant you were offering to let me fuck you no strings attached."

"Why did you go to Wooyoung anyways?" Hongjoong pouts.

Nari squirms a bit under the interrogation. "He was already talking about doing some cam work. Sent me a video of him masturbating--"

"The fuck?" Hongjoong’s face looks stormy.

"It was serious, come on!" Nari whines.

Yunho put an arm across Hongjoong’s body to keep him from moving closer to Nari. "Say I believe that. What happened after that?"

Nari crosses her arms stubbornly. "I asked him if he wanted to help me. The Daddy/Baby Girl community is a really big audience."

"Is that the part two you were watching?" Yunho asks Hongjoong.

Hongjoong nods quickly, biting his lip. "Yeah, it was."

Nari burns up a bit. "I was just in the middle of filming part three before you so rudely interrupted me with your revelation."

Neither friend acknowledges that Wooyoung had been balls deep in Nari and she left him to clean up this mess. "We can help you with another audience," Yunho suggests.

Nari laughs nervously. She knew she was in a dangerous spot. Both boys could be very possessive and jealous; they're partly the reason why she never actually had a boyfriend. It wasn't their fault, more so that she never had the guts to stand up to them when they pout about not spending enough time with her. "What other audience?"

"Threesomes."

"Threesomes?" Hongjoong squeals.

Yunho looks like he's determined. "There's the size difference too." Yunho wraps an arm around Hongjoong’s chest and pulls him in close. "Don't you see it?" Yunho says, cocking an eyebrow.

"What?" Nari sputters, completely unaware of any hint of what Yunho was talking about.

Yunho pokes his tongue at his cheek cockily. "We experimented before."

"So…" Nari didn't even know how to begin, being caught between her real life and her professional life. She shook her head and put her serious face on. "I don't have my equipment."

Yunho gets a devilish look on his face and rubs his cheek against the crown of Hongjoong’s head. "That's okay, isn't it, Joongie?" He croons to the shorter man.

Hongjoong adjusts his glasses. "I've got a decent camera. Lighting. What do you take me for, an amateur? The audio will capture well, you are in a studio." Hongjoong is pouty but also proud of his set up.

Nari gathers her hair in a ponytail. "Okay then," she says with determination, "The agreed upon scenario is that Yunho will be degrading Hongjoong about his size difference while the both of you are fucking me. Any hard passes?"

"I, uh, I would say no anal but I was prepping earlier…" Hongjoong’s cheeks are red now.

Nari’s eyes widen for only a moment before she shakes her head. "Like anal plug prep? To my video? Hongjoong."

"I didn't know it was you! I just knew the girl was calling the man Daddy and it made me want to get fucked. Except Yunho already made time to hang out with me, so I just put a plug in so that the good work wouldn't be lost."

“What about you, Nari?” Yunho presses.

Nari pushes her lips inward. “Well, you already saw I’m fine with degradation. I’m a switch but I respond better to commands than giving them. I have nothing against male on male, in fact,” She pauses to lick her lips, “It does turn me on.”

Yunho gives Hongjoong a little push. “Get your stuff. Set it up. We’re doing this.”

After about half an hour of setting up, making sure everything had been discussed, camera angles and the scene, the three were ready to go but now it was less sexually charged and more nervous energy in the room.

“Usually I just make out with Wooyoung but where there’s the two of you… I don’t want to make anyone jealous…” Nari looks at Yunho and Hongjoong. She did not want to reach for one, only for the other to read into it.

Yunho looks thoughtful. “Why don’t you sit on my lap? We can make out and then Hongjoong can get you started downstairs.”

“Joong?” Nari looks at the two-toned man for confirmation.

Hongjoong smirks, tongue running over his teeth. “I’d love to eat you out.”

Nari coughs. “Great. Fabulous. Let’s--!”

Yunho yanks Nari to his lap, already sitting on Hongjoong’s studio couch. He gently but firmly pulls down her leggings to find that Nari didn’t have any underwear on either. “You really were in a rush to get over here.”

Nari spreads her legs with her cheeks heating up. “Joong sounded serious. I didn’t know what kind of mess I had to clean up here.”

Yunho guides her face to turn back to his so that he can kiss Nari. Hongjoong settles on his knees between both Nari’s and Yunho’s. “I was serious. Can’t believe you let Wooyoung fuck you and call him Daddy.”

Yunho lifts Nari’s shirt and starts to play with her nipples. Nari moans into Yunho’s mouth and their kiss deepens, tongues coming out to play. Hongjoong purses his lips and dives into Nari’s cunt. She arches her back, shoving her pussy further into Hongjoong’s face and urges Yunho to tug at her piercings harder. “Calling Woo Daddy is hot!” Nari manages to protest between being stimulated in many ways.

Hongjoong kitten licks Nari’s clit, teasing the sensitive part of her body with only his tip. “Daddy is overrated,” Yunho dismisses. He cups both of Nari’s breasts, rubbing his thumb across her hardened nipples.

“More,” Nari moans.

Hongjoong’s tongue moves down to Nuri's entrance and groans at the cum gushing out there. He eagerly scoops it up with his tongue and starts to tease her entrance with his wet muscle. “Fuck Joong, you’re so good with your tongue,” Nari says, grinding her ass into Yunho.

All Yunho wants to do is fuck Nari in the ass while Hongjoong eats her out but he knows that isn’t in the cards tonight. Maybe another time… His hands slip from her breasts to her hips and he grinds up into her ass cheeks. “I have a better idea.” Everyone pauses, waiting for Yunho to take the initiative.

“I’m gonna prop Nari up on your desk. Joong, you continue to eat her out and I’ll fuck you with my fingers. See who can make the other come first.”

“Oh god,” Nari blushes at the mental imagery.

“Sh-shit,” Hongjoong stutters.

So Yunho helps Nari on the computer desk and backs away, but not before giving a thorough kiss. “I’ll be watching.” Then he moves to Hongjoong, trapping the smaller man’s sharp chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Bend over for me, Joong.”

Hongjoong steps out of his shorts pretty damn quickly, bending over and looking over his shoulder. Yunho smiles at the view. “A black jewel butt plug? How very you.”

Nari watches Yunho smooth a hand over Hongjoong’s ass before pulling out the butt plug from Hongjoong’s hole very slowly. The moan Hongjoong lets out is nothing short of sinful. Then Hongjoong gets a determined look on his face. “I’m gonna eat you out so well, you’re going to forget all about calling Wooyoung Daddy.”

Nari moans audibly as Hongjoong begins to lick her cunt again. Yunho, having squirted ample lube on his fingers and on Hongjoong’s puckered hole, plays with his fingers inside of Hongjoong, causing Hongjoong to moan into Nuri's pussy, making her choke on her own saliva. The vibrations against her clit are to die for. And so the game begins. Yunho teases Hongjoong’s hole with his fingers, giving Nari more pleasure through Hongjoong. But soon Hongjoong is quickly losing this game. His cheek rests against Nari’s thigh as he pants and focuses on the pleasure Yunho is giving him.

Yunho stops and tsks at Hongjoong. “Look at what a slut you are for me, Joong, this is kinda sad. You aren’t even making Nari feel good anymore. Do I have to do all the work myself?” Hongjoong has a his fucked out expression and Yunho is certain Hongjoong cannot manage both. “Why are you so incapable of anything the minute someone is fucking you?”

Hongjoong whimpers and moves his ass to get back his stimulation. Yunho backs away from Hongjoong completely. “Greedy little sluts get nothing.”

Yunho pushes Hongjoong to the side. “Poor baby,” Yunho coos, running a finger along Nari’s wet pussy, “All worked up and no one is satisfying you.”

“Wanna come,” Nari pouts, looking to be taken care of.

“Don’t blame Hongjoong, he only thinks about himself,” Yunho continues to degrade Hongjoong as if he’s not in the room and it only turns Hongjoong on even more.

Hongjoong is a whimpering mess, his cock throbbing against his stomach. The stimulation he had from Yunho had gotten good to the point where Hongjoong didn’t think he could survive without completion. He tugged on Yunho’s sleeve, “Yunho, please. I was so close.”

Yunho crosses his arms, “And what about Nari?”

The two men look at the only female in the room. Her shirt is still pushed up past her boobs, her chest exposed and looking tempting with the dainty hoops through her nipples. Her legs were beyond spread and cunt shining with Hongjoong’s spit and her own cum. She presses her lips inward, a nervous habit that was charming to the both of them. “Please don’t stare,” she whispers, pulling her legs together. Yunho halts the motion with a hand on her thigh.

“Can you be a good girl and let me take care of Hongjoong first? I thought we could do this together but clearly some of us are needier and greedier than others.” Yunho’s eyes stay on Nari's, genuinely looking for her honest response.

"I can be a good girl," Nari reassures Yunho, looking for approval.

Yunho rewards her with a happy smile. "Good. I promise, it'll be better than Hongjoong’s tongue." He offers her his hand and she takes it without question. He tugs her from the computer desk and pushes her to the floor in front of Hongjoong. "Then you can sit there, looking like our wet dream while I jerk Hongjoong off."

"Wh-what?" Hongjoong stammers.

"Nari deserves a reward for letting you cum first, don't you think?" Yunho walks around Hongjoong until he's behind the shorter man. "Think you can come on her face, give her your cum for her to taste? She's going to be an example of a good girl while you'll be an example of a bad one."

Hongjoong held himself completely still in case he made the wrong choice. "Can I?"

"I don't know, Hongjoong…" Yunho loosely brings his arms around Hongjoong’s body. "...can you?"

Hongjoong looks down at Nari. He cups her cheek to get her to look at him. "You haven't let Wooyoung cum on your face."

"He always makes me swallow,” Nari says in a raspy and low voice.

Yunho growls behind Hongjoong, “Idiot.”

“I--” Nari’s neck and cheeks warm up in embarrassment, “I’m a good cum slut. I'll take it anyway I can get it.”

“Oh fuck,” Hongjoong curses under his breath and his cock twitches at her sentence.

“Then it’s settled,” Yunho says in a satisfied tone.

Hongjoong pulls his baggy shirt out of the way, revealing his toned stomach as Yunho grips Hongjoong's cock. "Tongue out," Yunho commands Nari.

Both men watch as Nari obediently sticks out her tongue and Yunho taps Hongjoong's cock on it. Hongjoong whines, thrusting his hips forward but Yunho pulls Hongjoong's dick up quickly. "Oh no, you naughty boy, you don't get the relief of her mouth. You're only getting my big hand. Spit, Nari."

Nari spits into Yunho's hand and Yunho begins working his hand up and down Hongjoong's length. Hongjoong tips his head back in ecstasy, mouth agape in the pleasure of Yunho’s large hands. It's not long before Hongjoong’s whines are reaching a crescendo but Yunho isn't going to let Hongjoong come that easily.

Yunho puts both his hands on Hongjoong’s hips. Hongjoong’s dick bounces against his stomach, looking angry and red at being denied an orgasm twice now. "Yunho," Hongjoong says in a deep voice, desperate, "Please, I want to come on Nari's face. Your hands feel so good on me."

"Yunho," Nari adds in her pleas.

Yunho looks down his nose at Nari. She wiggles a bit, eager to taste Hongjoong and he relents. "Fine but only because Nari asked."

"Poor Joongie," Yunho says softly, jerking Hongjoong off by bringing only his thumb and middle finger together, "Such a tiny dick and no hope of getting Nari off with it. This is all you're good for, to just cum on her tongue. That's about all the pleasure you can provide her. Good thing she's a good little cum slut, huh?"

Hongjoong and Nari shiver as Yunho talks down to them both. Hongjoong whines and cants his hips into Yunho’s fingers. "I can do it. I can make her feel good again."

"No," Yunho’s lips brush the shell of Hongjoong’s ear as he leans down, "You're only good enough to look at. Pretty little slut for me, aren't you Hongjoong? Can you cum and make a pretty face for Nari? Cum on Nari's tongue, paint her face with your cum and show her how pretty you look when you cum, huh?"

Hongjoong can't take it anymore and spurts all over Nari. He cries out, nose scrunched up and panting as Yunho takes him through it, and overstimulates Hongjoong’s now soft cock. "Come on, don't you have more to give to her. This is pathetic, Hongjoong." Hongjoong whines through it all.

Nari's face is covered with Hongjoong’s cum. Yunho swirls the sticky substance along her lips with his free hand and pushes it all into Nari's waiting mouth. "That's hardly even a swallow for her. Poor Nari, left completely unsatisfied by you again, Hongjoong."

Yunho removes his support from Hongjoong and the shorter man collapses to his knees. His cock is still hanging useless out but he doesn't touch it or put it away in case Yunho commands him not to. He is face to face with Nari who was also still on her knees.

"Finally, it's your turn," Yunho sighs patiently. He cleans Nari's face delicately and then pats her cheek when she looks up at him. "You did a perfect job, Nari. What a good girl."

"I.. was good… too!" Hongjoong insists.

Yunho turns quickly and grips Hongjoong's jaw roughly. "You're a pathetic little man who can't even satisfy either of his partners. I’m going to fuck Nari now to show her what at least one of us can do for her.”

“Yunnie,” Nari whines. Her cunt is throbbing in need from the scene that unfolded above her. “Fuck me.”

Yunho groans before he gets to his knees and pushes Nari to her back. Without any further ado, Yunho sinks into Nari and his eyes roll into the back of his head. “This pussy was worth it. This could have been you, Hongjoong.” Yunho rolls his hips and Nari gasps. “You could have been fucking this pussy while I was fucking you but now you get nothing.” Nari whines as she feels Yunho move inside of her. “Fuck, no wonder you’ve been hiring out your pussy, she is so damn good.”

Nari smiles at the compliment, “My pussy good to you, Yunnie?”

“So fucking good,” Yunho replies, watching how his cock disappears inside her cunt. “Fuck.”

Hongjoong hovers nearby, eyes big and looking like he was heartbroken that he was missing out. “Let me taste. Let me taste you two together. Please.”

Yunho rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I let you cum and you still want to eat up cum?”

Hongjoong pouts and even his eyes get somewhat pouty. “Please?”

“You are one spoiled little bitch,” Yunho purses his lips but nods that Hongjoong can go ahead.

Hongjoong lowers his face, Yunho pulling out so that Hongjoong can run his tongue tentatively along Yunho’s length. “Oh my god Hongjoong,” Nari says, watching as the black and white haired man closes his eyes and begins to capture as much of Nari and Yunho’s cum as he possibly can. Yunho’s hips give him away, jerking slightly at the feeling of both being inside of Nari and Hongjoong’s tongue.

“Enough,” Yunho growls, digging his hand into Hongjoong’s hair and roughly pulling him upwards. “Will you let me fuck Nari already?” Hongjoong doesn’t say anything, simply enjoying the burn of his scalp from Yunho’s rough treatment. “Go make out with Nari. You like the taste of your own cum, don’t you?” The question was directed to both Hongjoong and Nari and neither of them denied it. Once Yunho was satisfied when their tongues were entangled, he began to fuck into Nari again.

Nari moans into Hongjoong’s mouth as Yunho takes it up a notch and brings up one leg to throw over his shoulder, getting a better angle. Hongjoong aids in the task, bringing his nimble fingers to tug and twist Nari’s nipples. In the end, the both of them want to bring Nari so much pleasure, she’ll never finish her part three with Wooyoung.

Yunho scrunches up his nose, enjoying the feeling of Nari. He measures his thrusts, to make sure he passes by her g-spot. When her body began to shake and she made distressed noises into Hongjoong’s mouth, Yunho knew he was doing the right thing.

Yunho’s mouth starts to run again. “Do I fuck your pussy good, Nari? Bet you Wooyoung’s thrusts are sloppy at best, the little shit. Probably only fucks you for his own pleasure. Damn Daddy kink is really just an excuse to leave you wanting more. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you won’t ever want another dick. You ready? You ready to come like you always deserved?”

Hongjoong releases Nari from their making out, a long string of saliva evidence of their messy kissing. Nari mewls a yes and that’s all it takes for Yunho to bring her to completion. She whines loudly, her back arching, as if she’s feeling the orgasm with her entire body. It’s only when her body relaxes that Hongjoong gets up to stop the recording.

Yunho pulls out and his large hand wraps around himself. After a few more jerks, he comes with a groan, all over Nari’s stomach.

“Ah, shit,” Hongjoong rubs the back of his head in embarrassment, “I may or may not have remembered to hit the record button.”

Nari is panting for breath and she groans in frustration. “Are you fucking kidding me, Hongjoong? I thought you said you weren’t an amateur? All that and we have nothing?”

"Sorry," Hongjoong says sheepishly, standing by Yunho.

Yunho is quiet, contemplating what this means before he smiles with half of his face, “So what you’re saying is we have to do that again.”

“No,” Nari and Hongjoong say at the same time and then both get blushy.

Yunho frowns at them both, “What do you mean no?”

“That was a lot of failure,” Hongjoong says, looking unsure.

“If we do this again,” Nari chews on her lip hesitantly, “A one off is one thing, but a second time means I might need it a third and a fourth time.”

“Thought you said it was just for the views, Nari,” Yunho teases.

“Yunho!” she whines in protest, “I’m being honest here.”

“Sounds like we all found a release that we didn’t realize we needed,” Yunho shrugs at the obvious.

“Yunho, you barely…” Hongjoong swallows his spit with difficulty, “All you did was take care of us.”

Yunho sits in Hongjoong’s computer chair and leans back, arms crossed behind his head, “That’s what the next time is for. Maybe you both should be taking care of me.”

Nari shudders and Hongjoong chews on his lip, making eye contact with her. “Wanna?”

“Joong,” Nari says his name in uncertainty.

Hongjoong whispers, “I really liked you watching me with Yunho. Like really really.”

“You really fall apart for him,” Nari whispers back.

"And I liked watching him fuck you," Hongjoong whispers again.

"But…" Nari hesitates.

"I do want to fuck you, I promise but once Yunho--" Hongjoong yelps as Yunho brings a large hand down on the older man's ass, "He owns my ass."

"I own both your asses now," Yunho reassures the two of them. "Are we in agreement?"

Nari sighs, "Wooyoung is going to be so pissed at me."

Yunho and Hongjoong exchange a sly grin. Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow, "Here's hoping."

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