#if you see a mistake sorry and erm no u dont . i stared at it till my eyes were glazed over so there probably are errors

[v8nom]

Chaeyoung’s sounds - high, keening, needy, whines - fill the room, and she would be embarrassed if not for her predicament.

A soft leather collar is wrapped securely around her throat, thick with a metal hoop dangling off the front. It’s attached to a thin leash pulled taught, making her neck strain forwards.

Chaeyoung can’t help but whimper, breathing heavy and heady at the hand forcing her head further upwards. “Mina,” she whines, helpless. 

Mina’s gaze is sultry and evil; it stokes the already bright flame in Chaeyoung’s belly. She’s only the first of two imposing bodies caging her in, consuming her like her essence produces the very air they breathe. “Hm?” Mina hums casually, as if she isn’t holding Chaeyoung on a knife tip, isn’t holding Chaeyoung’s pleasure in the tight grasp of the leash and the elegant fingers on her jaw. Mina smiles, a wicked, predatory thing, the glint in her eye telling Chaeyoung all she needs to know. “What do you think, Sana?”

The second body, the recipient of Mina’s question, serves as restraint. One lithe arm wraps tight around her waist, forcing Chaeyoung back and confining her to face her fate.

They’d been teasing Chaeyoung for she doesn’t know how long, running hands and lips and teeth over her scantily clothed body, all the while breathing filthy, filthy things into her ear. She’s being driven to insanity, but there’s not a single other place she’d rather be.

“I think,” Sana begins, pausing to press her teeth into Chaeyoung’s earlobe - Chaeyoung’s hips buck into empty air, again - “that she isn’t using her words.”

Mina’s smile turns into a grin, her hand tugging on Chaeyoung’s collar, the leather of the leash wrapped tightly around her knuckles. The sight alone is enough to make Chaeyoung whine.

“Good girls use their words.” The taunt is accompanied by Sana’s wandering hand caressing her abs shamelessly, the older woman humming appreciatively into her ear. 

Chaeyoung wants to speak - would speak - but Mina’s teeth latch onto the side of her neck as Sana finds her breast and she loses herself.

They’re unrelenting. 

Dark bruises already cover the pale skin of her neck, Chaeyoung squirming as Mina presses light kisses on top of the existing constellation of sensitive spots. Every time Chaeyoung flinches, Mina grins a little wider.

Sana touches her with the same fervor, alternating between Chaeyoung’s breasts and humming at the whines that fall from Chaeyoung’s lips when she uses her nails. She twists and tugs, the flurry of sensations making Chaeyoung’s head spin.

Finally, finally, when Mina pulls back in a brief display of mercy, she gains control of her voice. “Please,” she breathes, “fuck me.”

One of Sana’s hands makes a burning trail up to her collar, two long fingers slipping under the leather, tugging. Chaeyoung nearly falls apart. Her knees buckle as a guttural, keening sound tears itself from her throat, eyes slamming shut for a brief moment. The shameless, unequivocal act of ownership makes Chaeyoung see stars - Sana’s action is akin to testing the tightness of the collar on a pet, and that meaning is not lost on Chaeyoung. 

Mina looks over her shoulder, most likely locking eyes with Sana. Something about them jointly deciding her fate, deciding if she deserves anything, is so deliciously humiliating that heat flickers painfully in her core. It’s like she’s on her knees in front of two gods, asking if she’s worthy.

Thankfully, their judgment doesn’t last long. 

“What do you think, Chaeyoung-ah? Do you think you’ve earned it?” Sana’s low voice is purred directly into her ear, short-circuiting Chaeyoung’s brain. Her fingers slip out from under her collar, and Chaeyoung almost cries out at the loss.

“Yes,” she gasps, fighting to grasp onto the meaning of language. She desperately hopes this part isn’t another game, that she isn’t walking into another trap. “Please.”

Mina hums. A delicate hand comes up to trace her cheekbones and the curve of her jaw, Chaeyoung leaning into it. “I think she’s earned it,” she says. Her gaze is almost soft, she almost looks proud. Chaeyoung allows herself to believe she is.

“I agree.”

A flood of relief flows down Chaeyoung’s spine.

“You’ve been such a good girl.”

Immediately followed by that raging fire.

Mina slides a hand down Chaeyoung’s body, slowly but surely slipping under the waistband of Chaeyoung’s skimpy shorts and briefs. The shorts, paired with her crop top, were the reason this all started. About an hour ago she had walked into the living room, still waking up but not groggy, stretching her arms above her head with a loud yawn. When her eyes slid back open, she was cornered by a drooling Mina and Sana, their eyes harbouring the sort of hunger only animals possess.

The collar and leash were added after she let herself be dragged into Mina’s bedroom by rough hands.

Mina doesn’t bother to waste time pulling the shorts off, but decides to pause with her hand cupping Chaeyoung’s crotch.

“Please,” Chaeyoung cries out, knees buckling at the touch. She can feel her slick on Mina’s hand.

Sana’s arm tightens around her waist, and Chaeyoung distantly realizes that Sana is holding her up. “Shh,” Sana soothes, “we’ve got you.”

Chaeyoung nods, no choice but to believe her, her mind, body, and soul completely at their mercy. She’s holding the pure essence of her out on a silver platter for them, a meager offering for them to decide the fate of: they could save her or destroy her. 

They accept, and worship her as if they’re the ones kneeling at her feet.

Fingers slide through her slick heat, gathering the obscene amount of wetness already there.

As Mina finds her clit, Chaeyoung’s head falls back against Sana’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed. She’s panting, mouth perpetually open from cries, and does the only thing she can do: wholly submit to the sensations. 

Mina works her up quickly, Chaeyoung being so sensitive that even her light, teasing touches do a good enough job.

“I’m—“ close she wants to say. She’s not teetering on the edge, Mina wouldn’t allow that, but she’s close enough to ache. She wants Mina to make her come, needs Mina to make her come.

“You’re what?” Mina taunts, pulling her fingers out of her heat and a desperate whine from Chaeyoung’s lips. Her hole clenches around nothing and she hurts.

Long fingers - Sana’s - wrap around her exposed throat above her collar, firm to make their presence known, but loose enough to allow blood flow.

“Close,” Chaeyoung breathes.

“Beg,” Sana whispers, “beg for it.”

“Please, I want to come.” She has no dignity left - she’s in scattered pieces and it’s up to Mina and Sana to tear her apart further so she can become whole again. “Please, please.”

“Good.” 

Mina sinks one, then two fingers into her, curling upwards as Sana presses kisses along her neck.

Neither of them hold back, working together to bring Chaeyoung to the edge.

She hurtles towards it, hips bucking in time with Mina’s thrusts as moans tumble out of her mouth. Chaeyoung gets so close so fast, not having the capacity to beg for release again.

Thankfully, Mina can sense it. “Come for us.” Her breath hits Chaeyoung’s lips a moment before Chaeyoung comes, cresting the wave with an unintelligible cry.

Colours explode behind her eyes as pleasure shoots to every corner of her body, body tensing and snapping sandwiched between Mina and Sana.

Her brain turns to static as she rides it; she doesn’t know anything except for how good she feels.

The tension on the leash eventually goes slack, and Mina eventually slows to a stop within Chaeyoung. Sana still holds her up, Chaeyoung’s legs trembling too much to support herself, and the collar is still wrapped around her neck.

Heavy breathing - Chaeyoung’s - is the only sound filling the room, and she feels completely, utterly, sated.

#BUCKLE UP FOLKS #this is probably a bit wordy but it's for the flair! the dramatics! #cy #mn #sn #s #short #if you see a mistake sorry and erm no u dont . i stared at it till my eyes were glazed over so there probably are errors #MASSIVE SHOUT OUT TO WEST HYO M.D FOR THE BETA READ #theyre great and an amazing writer youre all legally obligated to check out their stuff

[givemequeen]

Directors comentsry for i want to hold your hand part one 🥰

ok So

it all starter with a request but i wrote like 6k or 10k words (Something (my fic) is QUAKING) 

so im like “lets just make this a series” and it was very like in the moment because i dont want to write fics without having them planned anymore (what i did with every single other fic lmao) and i already have this Paul x Lennon!reader (John’s sister) fic so i was kinda like “erm maybe not, i already have a fic plus i want to write everything before posting so...” but then ig i said fuck it and did it anyways

SO

“...You had known them as kids back in Liverpool and it was Paul who had helped you get your current job so you could say you were friends...” idk i kinda wanted them to know each since they were kids but im not going to be going with that as my main idea, y’know?

“...Another plus was George, he was by far the cutest member (and person alive) and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him...” he is the sexiest and most handsome man to ever live, i will fight you on this (Paul u up there too. and u Ringo and John and John D, Roger and Brian and Freddie you sexy motherfucker. sorry got carried away)

“...He smiled brightly at you and you nearly melted right there. You kindly smiled back remembering you had to keep this strictly professional. // George frowned at the smile you gave. For him, it looked like you didn’t want to talk to him...” ok so i wanted an awkward smile where you are like ‘erm ok’ like this:

“...So this tour was it, you two were going to have to sleep on the same bed...” dont fucking come at me. you bitches know u like this scenario.

“...It was going to be in Scotland, it was their 4th tour...” i googled their tours, fucking sue me

“...and you always insisted on going a couple days earlier to the first stop just so you could ‘settle’ in. No one knew why but they all suspected it was so you could sightsee...” i wanted them to be in the same hotel room for more than just one night, y’know?

“...Another mystery is why they were out here past midnight, shouldn’t they be home?... // ...The reception was empty considering it was long past midnight...” i wanted it to be really late so when you/yn/the reader called the receptionist for a new room or extra bed they wouldn’t pick up, since it’s late 

“...They had been fighting non-stop. They seemed to have ganged up against George which made you feel sad, he was the youngest after all.You turned away from the receptionist who was getting the keys and looked at the boys. They were slapping each other like teenage girls. “Will you four just fucking shut it and stop fighting!” you snapped as quietly as you could...” ok so for the fighting i wanted them to be like using their hands, y’know? like turning their heads to the side and moving their hands really quickly, it’s hard to explain ig

“...Brian always got a room on a different floor. He said the boys annoyed him enough as it is, he didn’t want them knocking on his door at 3 in the morning because they forgot their toothbrush. You waved goodbye to the last sane person, Brian, as he got off the elevator...” can you even blame him for doing that and me for writing this?

“...The door closed and the bickering started again. “Fucking stop!” you snapped as you ran your hand through your hair. “What the fuck is going on now?” you asked as you turned to face them. They hurriedly straighten up and kept their hand to themselves...” i like swearing

“...“George wants to say something-” Ringo started.“No, I don’t!” George complained “Then I’ll say it!” John said with a smirk. “No, you won’t!” the younger man reach over Paul to try and hit John but you were too quick. You slapped his hand away and he pulled it back, dramatically kissing it and soothing it. “Ouch!”...” i was kinda like going back and forward between the two guys, y’know?

“...“Oops, gotta go!” Paul said before rushing off. // “My mum’s calling,” John added as he joined Paul in escaping. // “Left the oven on.” Ringo shrugged his shoulders and they all shut the door of their rooms...” i honestly find this fucking hilarious so thanks

“...went over to room 548...” this number means something but i just dont know what. idk maybe i asked siri? IDK MAN

“... George sighed at your response thinking you were disgusted by him.“Is there a problem?” he asked finally having enough. // “What? Of course, there is, only one bed! The hotel must have made a mistake.” you said with a small chuckle as you avoided his gaze...” poor Geo, well back at it again with the awkwardness

“...You walked over to the phone and dialled the reception’s number. It ringed a couple of times before you realised they wouldn’t pick up. With another sigh, you sat down on the bed and fell back...” see? midnight

“...“I don’t mind sharing yn… I’ll go sleep with Ringo or someone if it bothers you.” George said as he picked up his coat...” ‘if it bothers you’ see? Geo thinks you/she/the reader/yn hates him, booya #writingskillzs

“...You sat up rather quickly and shook your head.“What- No, it’s fine, really.”...” desperate bitch

“...He smiled at you but it quickly disappeared when you smiled back. It seemed forced, like you didn’t even want to look at him...” // “Do you hate me?” George finally asked, he leaned against a dressed and looked at you. //“Hate you? No! Why would I?”“I dunno, you smile weird at me.” //“I’m just shy,” you said while blushing and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. // “Same here,” he said with a little laugh, you joined in and locked eyes with him...” boom what i wanted, to make it seem like yn hates him but in reality yn is just awkward, yknow?

“...The alarm clock beeped signalling a new hour, it was 1am. You sighed and slapped your thighs in a ‘let’s-get-going’ way...” i want to add the thigh slapping thing a lot but when i do its like weird so thats why i added “in a ‘let’s-get-going’ way.”

“...As soon as the door opened your jaw dropped. Luckily George was looking down so he didn’t catch you staring at his body. His towel was wrapped around his waist exposing his toned stomach and chest...” i wrote this just because of that photo of Geo with a hat and his t-shirt slightly raised

“...“Left,” you said finally looking up at him. He was sat on a table that was against the wall...” i sleep left lmao

“...Due to your insomnia, you stayed up with your eyes glued to the roof. You drummed your fingers over your hand that rested on top of your stomach. George stirred in his sleep causing you to turn to him. You huffed in annoyance wishing you could be the one sleeping. Thinking it might change something, you turned on your side so your back face George...” LMAO ME oh wait i wrote this, shit i forgot for a sec. anyway, i move a lot so yeah

“...You felt the bed move, George must be moving again. Suddenly an arm flopped over your body. Your breath hitched but he only moved closer to you. George pulled you close so his body was pressed against yours. After a couple of seconds you relaxed, he was so warm it made you sleepy and his scent lingered around you. You took a deep breath in, he smelled like cigarettes, aftershave and, well, George...” this is the end fuckers, fluffy shit ay?

OK IDK IF THIS IS WHAT YALL WANTED BUT ITS WHAT YALL GET (why do i even say yall-) SO :)