Mists Of Celeste 41

mists of celeste ➻ 41

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 19.7k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, smut ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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✧✧✧ act five ➻ part eight

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“Ahem, I hope I’m not interrupting?”

You jerk your chin up at the sound of the new voice entering San’s cramped clinic room, and your voice dies in the back of your throat when none other than Hyunjae enters. The book in your lap falls shut, page lost when your fingers don’t catch the place quickly enough.

“Ah, no, you’re not interrupting anything!” You speak through a smile as you slip off the edge of San’s bed, and the man’s hand escapes yours as you move. “Sorry, I found this book on your shelf and borrowed it, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, please feel free to peruse the books as you see fit! I just came to let you know that Nightingale won’t be here for another two or three hours. I know I said he was on his way, but apparently, he got a surprise lead he had to go after right away. He said he’ll come straight here after he’s done though.” The doctor drags a hand through his neatly parted locks, mussing the way it sits around his forehead. “I’m sorry for not having much for either of you to do in the meantime.”

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mists of celeste ➻ 30

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ Word Count: 12.0k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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✧✧✧  act four ➻ part five

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“I hate playing a waiting game,” Jongho mutters as he runs a finger over the rim of his glass. The liquor inside trembles from the faint touch, small waves rippling over the surface before coming to a rest again when Jongho pulls his hand back.

You pay little attention to the movements. You’re far too preoccupied with the dainty hand-drawn map in front of you: the small blueprint you hastily drew before coming to the dingy bar thirty minutes ago. Too much of your time in the military is hazy, and the parts that are clear and at the forefront of your mind are most certainly not diagrams of whatever the military bases look like. You have little hope that your memory is serving you well, and even so, there is no guarantee that the military here on Kebos hasn’t changed their systems in the past few years. Jongho holds much more faith in your abilities, however, and he hums as he glances over your work.

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mists of celeste ➻ 46

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 13.5k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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✧✧✧ act six ➻ part five

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The black water at your feet is deeper than usual tonight. Less of a shallow lake and moreso a wide hole with a gaping maw that threatens to swallow you should you slip any further into its embrace. You keep yourself sequestered on the sand with knees tucked to your chest and chin resting softly between them. It’s been a bit lonely as well; Wooyoung hasn’t come to join you yet and Daichi has spared you of any further lectures for the time being. Thankfully, the former comes to spare you further solitude before the night begins to drag into something more depressing.

“Did you have a hard time falling asleep?” You blurt the inquiry without looking back over your shoulder, fully confident that the person approaching across the sand is Wooyoung. The hum you receive in response confirms that thought, then his body comes into view in your peripherals moments later. He sinks down to the sand beside you, mimicking your posture almost like a mirror with the way he props his chin on the top of one of his knees.

“A bit,” he says through a yawn, “but you made it easier.”

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mists of celeste ➻ 40

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 22.8k (this will crash ur phone so pls read on desktop) ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba chapter specific warnings: violence, blood/injury, choking, brief depiction of a panic attack ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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✧✧✧ act five ➻ part seven

The stench in the air is some cross between smoke and rotting food. It’s enough to make your nose wrinkle in disgust, something you’ve done several times over the past twenty minutes since getting here, but Hongjoong is still sitting beside you and tinkering with his wristband in the same position he’s been in since arriving. A chain-link fence and a row of boxes are all that separate you from your target — the military complex in the Upper Echelon just as Jisung detailed to Hongjoong the day before. It’s closer to the thickest parts of the Smokehouses in the lower area, which is no doubt what’s causing the smell and, in turn, your misery.

“The outside security is a combination of motion sensors, cameras, and guards,” Hongjoong notes, not looking up from his forearm. “Keep monitoring the guards’ patterns for now while we wait. My techie here in Lynder is working on hacking their surveillance systems remotely.”

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Minho fucked Jisung.

Correction: Jisung fucked Minho. God.

The more you think about it, the more your heart races, the more your body feels like it’s being stretched thin over red hot coals. It’s a test of fortitude. You know you’re going to fail.

In the solitude of your bedroom, relief can’t come quickly enough. The little black box of regression quakes and stresses with urge to be freed, and who are you to deny it?

The first touch is the worst. The most shameful. An admission of surrender. If sinking into the fantasies didn’t feel so good, maybe you wouldn’t do it. As it stands, you’ve just been handed a whole crate of new material to unpack, because Jisung fucked Minho. The stunning rapper fucked your beautiful best friend in his dance studio, and— God. How will you ever think of anything else again?

You despise Minho for dropping it on you like that. How dare he douse you in lighter fluid and throw a match. Fucker. And you’d been doing a decent job of managing those thoughts that so often made you run cold before they made you run away.

Shoving your fingers into your mouth and running the wet digits over your clit makes the fall a little easier; like sinking into a scalding bath. Eyes closed and you’re somewhere else: an observer in the dance studio. It’s dark save for the muted, ethereal glow of a mirror. In it you see the reflection of your best friend’s face, torn with lust. Burnt. Desperate. His body is iridescent, his spine arched beautifully for the man that stands behind him and worships him with calloused hands that leave fiery sparks on Minho’s skin, so tangible as to smell of ash. The noises they make— fuck, they sound like sin. Too heinous to comprehend. You push two fingers into yourself and muffle your groan into the pillow.

Jisung tells Minho that he feels so good— he calls him hyung. Fuck. Minho pleads for more, his big cock throbbing, hanging, leaking with the force of Jisung’s pounding. You fuck yourself in time with it, and it’s not enough, but you’ve nothing else to be stuffed full of. You want to feel it. The stretch— how Jisung stretches him. You want to smell it. The musk of sex, the desperation. You yank the collar of Minho’s huge shirt over your nose, bury in it, breathe in until your lungs are packed with him. A shiver tears through you, you squeeze around your fingers. Drooling and whimpering you grind on yourself, press your palm to your clit, writhe like a hellish, pathetic creature that would throw itself at the feet of mercy to be forgiven for what it’s doing, because it knows it’ll do it again.

 It’s beautiful. They’re beautiful. You don’t belong. You don’t deserve to see it, not even in your sordid imagination, because people like you are the reason people like them shroud themselves to dull their lustre. They don’t want the attention you give. And so you satisfy the cravings in secret, away from where your best friend might find you and discover the appalling depth of your delusions. Can’t risk that. You’d lose him. Lose everything.

Minho’s crying now. His tears glimmer like the first dew. He begs for it. “Harder, Jisungie. Fuck me harder,” and he’s so stunning you think you could hate him. Jisung hushes him softly, the sweat on his skin highlighting divots and lines of thick, flexing muscle. The fairy Minho always wanted to fuck. He has him now.

“I’ve got you, hyung. You’re mine.”

The mirror wavers as your orgasm blooms, hot and wet. You’re close. So incredibly close—

“Yeah... just like that. Take me so well, hyung—”

You come with a violent shudder, a broken wail into the damp pillow. The seconds that it lasts are blissful, euphoric, as pure as new snow. You float, removed from everything.

But the comedown is inevitable. This time, it’s the worst it’s ever been. When the warmth of content subsides and reality sinks in, an intense disgust crawls over your clammy skin. Your gut churns uncomfortably, tears sting your eyes. Why do you keep doing this? How can you be so selfish? There’s no possible way to justify such blatant objectification, so you won’t even try, but sitting with the disgrace seems too hefty an undertaking. It’s too much. That was too much. Something’s got to give. There must be a way to purge these urges without resorting to physical reprieve that only makes you feel worse when the act is done. Minho would want nothing to do with you if he knew these baser parts of you. None of them would.

Your thighs ache. Fingers are tacky. Minho’s shirt sticks to your sweaty back. Your heart still pounds but now through regret; you don’t want to fucking cry, but the first tears slip regardless. You sit up, frantically swipe them away. You can’t wallow. The little black box needs to be sealed, put away, locked up tight. Thrown to the incinerator.

Your phone is on the bedside table: you reach for it. There’s a message from Minho.

>> Going for a walk. Don’t forget to stir the soup.

Swallowing over the thick guilt, you dial Changbin. It clicks through to voicemail. Frustrated, you message him instead:

<< can you send me jisung’s number?

Twelve minutes later and with an emoji of confusion, Changbin responds with the number, asks if you’re okay. You reassure and thank him, promise to call him later.

With a deep breath, you tap the saved number.

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mists of celeste ➻ 31

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ Word Count: 9.4k (._.) ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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✧✧✧ act four ➻ part six

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“Need help with the dishes?” The voice catches off-guard, and you nearly chuck the ceramic plate in your hands across the cramped kitchen in your surprise.

“Shit, you scared — oh.” You don’t mean to sound so shocked but seeing San standing beside you at the sink is the last thing you were expecting. He just offers a weak smile, one that is strained and wavering but present nonetheless, and that gives you a little bit of hope about the ensuing conversation. He has effectively cornered you, and while you could make a daring escape and leave him to do the dishes on his own, that would be both suspicious and unnecessary when San isn’t showing any signs of anger at the moment.

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