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Man, being a captain is easier than people make it sound. I’m just standing here, occasionally turning the wheel to keep us going in the right direction but my helmsman can take over anytime I want. I just like being up here feeling the breeze and smelling the salty ocean that makes your eyes burn every now and again. However I am rudely interrupted by my boatswain, San. 

“Captain, I’ve spotted something you might want to take a look at.” His tone is worrisome as he holds his hat to his chest. I cock a brow before gesturing my head towards the wheel while looking at the helmsmen, Wooyoung, to take the wheel. I follow as San leads me down towards the front of the ship, where many other members of the crew gather, before he leans over the edge. “It’s hard to see Captain but there seems to be a…I’m not actually certain of what it is…” San awkwardly laughs but I look at him cross. 

“Just tell me what the Hell I’m supposed to be looking at.” I grunt before taking Yunho’s spyglass and bring it up to my eye, looking out into the horizon in front of us.

“On that large rock towards the east sir. It seems to have the upper half of a human and the lower half of a…fish?” Yunho, the lookout, points out to me. 

“You’re telling me we have a mer creature in our track?” I say as I keep looking for the said rock Yunho pointed out and when I land upon it my eyes widen. They were right. A fair woman laid on the rock, face tucked into her arms with a tail I had never imagined seeing in my life. It was hard to tell from here, but she was clearly wearing something shiny on her chest, neck, hair, and waist; hopefully something of worth. I stand up straight and force the spyglass back into Yunho’s hands. “Helmsman! Bring up the point to port!” I command Wooyoung and he gives me a nod, proving he’s heard me. “San, slow the ship to a halt, Yunho keep an eye on this mermaid.” I direct before searching for my first mate. “Yeosang! Come about!” I shout into his quarters, watching with a smirk as he jumps. I love picking on my little quarter master. 

With the teamwork of the crew we ease the ship just by the rock before the top crewmates come to peer over the side at the mermaid below. She was shockingly dry, her hair was damp at the ends, highlighting her iridescent silver hair. Her tail laid motionless and the colours were rather dull making it look like she was sickly. 

“She’s singing…” Yeosang points out. The mermaid's tone was sorrowful yet melodic and that worried many of the crew. 

“We should cover our ears someway or perhaps kill her to keep us safe.” Jongho proposes, always looking out for his crew. 

“No. She’s not singing.” Hongjoong then orders for San to bring forth a rope to slide down to the rock. 

“Careful Captain!” a few of the others call out as they watch me swing onto the rock. The mermaid picks up her head, tears streaming down her face that highlight her long dark lashes around her eyes. As she sits up I realize that she isn’t wearing anything to cover her breasts but shockingly there’s no breasts at all: this is actually a mer-man. 

“He’s crying.” I murmur to myself before lifting the mer-mans chin up, watching as his tears turn to pearls as they meet the rock. I was prepared to either steal the mer-mans jewels and maybe harvest some scales for profit and carry on but his sobs made me feel an unreasonable sense of nostalgia. I then noticed his tail, laid flat against the rock and occasionally bobbing in the water. Some blood was dripping into the waves as they crawled up the scales. Without much else thought, I call back for my crew to lower a raft before lifting the merman into it. I hop in beside him and tell the crew to pull us back up. 

The crew oggles at the merman for a moment as I examine his fins. “I’m not sure what happened to him but he seems weak and tired.” I tell the crew. 

“Do you think she…or he might need some water?” Yeosang asks, his voice cautious and hesitant when talking to the captain. 

“You make a good point. Fetch some water.” I wave my hand to the others, ushering whoever to go get some water before he dries up perchance. I don’t understand mer-people anatomy but I wasn’t taking any chances. I lift up the mer-man’s head, looking into his eyes, and noticing his dazed expression. He did look very weak and tired. Yeosang brings back a bucket of water and the merman lifts his head, taking it from Yeosang’s hands. He drinks it vigorously before setting it back down with a large sigh, his eyes flutter slightly as he blinks. “Do you need to go back to the water?” I ask as I rub his back. 

“No, I should be fine in a moment.” The merman shakes his head and I was surprised to hear his voice for the first time; it was much deeper than his sobs. His fins began to morph, the webs in his hands disappearing and his tail separating into a pair of pale legs. The merman tips his head back, taking a deep breath. The crew stand there, marveling at the merman's transformation. 

“Fetch him some clothes, or just something to cover him.” I order again and the crew instantly parts, wrangling up any spare clothes and fabric they could find. Though the sun was warm the wind was cool and on the, now not mermans, wet skin froze him. I swing off my jacket and put it over his shoulders, rubbing his arms over the fabric. I watched as his eyes widened in surprise; he seemed quite fearful before but now he seemed more relaxed. The crew returned with all sorts of garments: scraps of fabric, a towel, skirt and a pair of pants. I sigh before telling the cold man to pick whatever garment he wanted, unsurprisingly he chose the skirt. 

After helping him into his skirt and fastening the jacket over him, I directed Wooyoung to go back to the helm and keep following the path I had charted. I lead the merman back to my quarters, shutting and locking the door. I sit him down on my bed before grabbing a rag to dry him off. He looked up at me with wide eyes, it looked as though sparkles were flickering in his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile at the look of both admiration and surprise in his eyes as I dried off his legs and feet. “Is something wrong?” I ask as I hold his foot gently, dabbing the water and blood off his injured foot. 

“Humans aren’t typically so gentle.” He responds blatantly before hissing in pain, pulling his foot back from my touch. 

“Maybe I’m not a typical human.” I chuckle but he doesn’t respond so cheerfully. 

“What is your name?” He asks as he now cautiously watches me dry his foot. 

“Hongjoong. Yours?” 

“Seonghwa.” He replies as I bring the rag higher up his leg, pushing past the fabric of his new skirt. The silence is then heavy, nothing much else to say. I watch as he looks around, very curiously. He looks up at the ceiling then around to my shelves, dresser, night stand, maps. He paused to look at every structure in my room. 

“Find anything interesting?” I smile and switch to his other leg. 

“Why are you doing this? Helping me?”

“If you want my honest answer, I’m not sure.” I chuckle, “But, when I saw you crying on that rock I felt something…” I explain before reaching for a nearby stool, sitting in front of him. “I felt the need to care for you in a way I never was. Is that some kind of power of yours?” I ask genuinely, resting my elbows on my knees. 

“Perhaps. I know our songs have the ability to convey certain emotions.” Seonghwa sways his feet over the edge of the bed as he plays with one of the pearls on his necklace. 

“Songs?”

“Siren’s sing melodies that make people feel an unexplainable sense of nostalgia and euphoria. Would that maybe describe your feelings?” Seonghwa looks down at me, his soft hair falling just around his eyes.

“Maybe,” I shrug. “Either way, I wanted to see what you could bring to my table and maybe I could bring something to yours.”

“If you want wisdom or treasure I honestly have neither.” He shakes his head, looking upset at the idea of having nothing to his name. 

“No, that’s not what I meant. My crew is filled with men who have nothing to them, lost treasure, lovers, families, and a place to call home. So I give them back what they’ve lost in exchange for work. We work with each other to keep this ship sailing.” 

“I have no skills that will benefit you.” Seonghwa shakes his head again. “I lived solely in the water until now and I have no idea how to even use my new limbs; not to mention I also have never met a real human before until only a few moments ago.” His tone became irritable and he was clearly, not only frustrated, but also upset. However, I wanted to be cool and calm; give him something sturdy to hold onto.

“That may be true, but for the time being,” I start, my tone conveying that professional sense of bargaining. “You could learn. We’ll feed you, clothe you, give you a place to stay and I’ll teach you how to live as we do.” 

“What’s in it for you?” Despite never having met a human before, Seonghwa seemed to understand how humans worked. 

“Well, if you find the pirate life enjoyable then you can join my crew. If not I can have fun teaching you how to be one of us-give me a break from this dull captain life.” I groan before standing up in front of him. Sure being a captain is great and all but most of the time there isn’t much to do. I have my top crew who take care of all the dirty work: boatswain takes care of the sails and materials, helmsman takes care of steering, navigator navigates, etc etc. Having a little mer-man on board would be a fun experience for me and if he ever causes trouble it doesn’t seem like he’ll be a hard obstacle to dodge. “Where else do you have to go? Who else to rely on?” I say as I watch his expression shift, sudden realization falling upon him. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

I never understood why the humans always hated us so much; or at least it didn’t make any sense the way the elders told it. They said that many years ago there was a sea witch who would sing beautiful songs that echoed through the waves, carrying her songs to the furthest corners of the sea but for a malicious intent. The sea witch's song manifested feelings of anger and it made anyone who heard it feel emotions of hatred so strong that it made anyone act out in an uncontrollable rage. The sirens had a similar song, though it made one feel a euphoria or nostalgia so strong they would burst into tears. Humans mistook whose song belonged to whom and they believed the sirens were responsible for the hatred the humans had for one another. They blamed the sirens for the arguments, plagues and wars but it was only blame and hatred. That was until a queen couldn’t bear to see her people suffer any longer and ordered all soldiers to slay every mer-person they could find. 

The elders said it felt like overnight the population of sirens halved and all they could do was sit back and watch as their loved ones died from harpoons and spears delving into the waters from above with the force of a gunshot. Since then all mer-people went into hiding into the deepest, darkest, coolest waters; their scales and fins going from hues of pinks, oranges and yellows to deep greens, purples and blues. 

Many years later I was born. In the coral refuge I lived in, our songs were no longer sung; not because we feared the humans would hear us, but because the nostalgia the people held was only comparable to nightmares; no one wanted to remember their past. 

Now that I’m one of the older sirens in the refuge I went out hunting for food regularly. My dad and I hugged my mother and sister before leaving through the front door of our little abode; a large coral cave. As me and my father swam up towards the surface a bright light grew. “It must be a sunny day” I thought to myself but the light suddenly grew in size and shape before it plummeted into the water. I swam out of the way, dodging whatever carried such a heavy weight and when I looked back at it, it had lost all its brightness. 

A large black sphere sunk to the bottom of the ocean, gradually losing its speed before hitting a coral structure. As it hit the caved in coral, the house crumbled and out swam a family of three. I look back at my father in concern but before either of us could say anything a darkness fell upon us: a ship. I had seen many before but this one had me awe-struck; the sheer size of it was overwhelming. My father grabbed my arm and pulled me away, shouting something I never fully processed. Suddenly a loud rumble filled the ocean overhead; a large hook tumbling towards the ground, landing on yet another house and destroying it within an instant. That time I didn’t see anyone flee the house. My father swam back to our home, dragging me with him and urged everyone to leave. I helped my little sister, taking her by her arm and pulling her to follow me and our parents. As we swam only more shadows covered the sea floor before bright flashing lights and heavy spheres fell to the sea floors. 

I then saw one of the black spheres heading down for my sister and I shoved her out of the way; the boulder hitting me instead. In the chaos, I couldn’t even cry out for my mother, I couldn’t move at all. When I awoke, I was fastened to the sea floor, dark, cold and empty. I went to swim but my tail was caught, the boulder holding it firmly against some coral. No matter how much I pulled it wouldn’t budge. I ended up breaking the coral and pulling my tail out from underneath the sphere. My fins hurt, red and swollen from the crushing force of the black sphere but what hurt most was when I looked around and was only met with empty darkness. I called for my mom, my father, even my sister and only ever heard the echo of my own voice. I was lost and alone. 

Jisung had only agreed to let you watch under one condition, that Minho wouldn't do anything too crazy with him. Han said no spanking, not too rough, no choking, basically anything Minho considered "fun". At first, it was just romantic sex and that was fun to watch. When Minho would apply some lube to his fingers, spread it around Han's puckered hole before dipping his fingers in. Minho kept making dirty comments like "Oh look how tight he is" or "Aw he's only two fingers in and he's struggling".

Lee know seemed to enjoy having an audience, able to show off his cute little man slut jisung. However things took a quick turn when it came to the actual sex part.

Minho lathered up his cock with lube after working out Han's ass, making sure it's loose enough to fit his cock. He then positioned Han in doggy style, his body facing you so he would be looking right at you. Jisung couldn't help but feel shy but the humiliation made his cock twitch. Minho runs a hand over Han's curved ass before giving a loud smack. Han jumps, letting out a whimper before shooting Minho a glare.

"Hey I said no-"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry I forgot," Minho lies but grins at the way Han's ass begins to redden. Minho then aligns himself with his ass before gently pressing his cock into jisung. Jisung grits his teeth hard, eyes squinted shut as he grips the bed sheets. Then Minho's cock seems to slip and Hans eyes go wide, a loud moan escaping his mouth.

"Fuck! M-Minho, slower, please..." he whimpers as he tucks his face into the blankets but minho is already beginning to thrust into him. He then yanks his hair back, pulling his head up to look at you.

"Shut up and take it like a good boy," Minho smacks his ass again causing Minho to jump once more. Your eyes widen as you watch the scene unfold. Minho was being so rough with Han but his cheeks and cock kept growing redder. "You've got an audience right? Show Y/N how much you can take yeah?" He growls in hans ear and he simply whines and nods.

Each thrust causes Han's body to jerk up higher on the bed, pushing him forward. He tries to look away from you, too embarrassed to make eye contact but you can't help but stare at him. He looked so hot all fucked up, red in the face, and eyes watering from pleasure and pain.

Minho continuously ruts into Han, each slam causing Han's eyes to roll back further and further each time. Minho reached a hand around the front of Jisung, grabbing his jaw to keep his head up and force him to look at you. Drool builds up around Minho's fingers but he doesn't mind, he just wants to degrade Han until he can't even think straight.

Jisung let's out pathetic sobs in between moans of pleasure and whimpers of slight pain. "Good boy," Minho growls and Han smiles slightly, just at the corners of his lips, but his jaw quickly falls open to moan loudly.

"F-Faster," Han manages to plea as his legs tremble slightly. Minho growls again, thrusting faster and harder, the bed shaking violently as the headboard bangs against the wall.

"Can't wait to fill this little ass with my cum," he holds Han's throat, pulling him up slightly as he leans down, Han's back now pressed against Minho's chest. Minho grabs Jisung's hips and moves his hips to match his thrusts. Han's eyes seem to be wired shut, lashes getting damp, presumably due to the overwhelming pleasure. Han's cock bounces with each thrust, hitting his stomach before Minho grabs it tight. He begins to stroke his cock as he whispers filthy words into Han's ear with a deep raspy voice. "You gonna cum or what?" He growls, "Come on, show Y/N how this pretty cock works,"

The tips of Jisungs hair suddenly seem damp and he tosses his head back. His moans are ear shattering loud as he arches his back.

"M-Minho!" Han cries out and Minho smirks, pumping his boyfriend's cock faster before rutting his hips up one more time, emptying inside Jisung. Han's entire body shakes vigorously as liquid sprays out from his cock, dripping down on Minho's hand and the bed sheets. The two of them are slick with sweat and stuck to each other, Han's abdomen now covered in a warm liquid and ass filled with his boyfriends sweet nectar.

Jisung goes limp, basically falling into Minho's arms before cuddling up against him. As minho holds him, petting his hair and stroking his cheek, he looks up at you.

Chan was always a sweet lover, tender and caring as he gently thrusts into you. He always praised you and double checked to make sure you were comfortable and such. However something was instantly off tonight. Chan had initiated sex which was an unusual occurrence but not strange by any means. It was when he was eating you out the vibe in the room changed; his hands digging into your thighs and ass as he held you firmly against his face, slurping and licking like a feral animal. It was like he was holding himself back from doing something. There was purpose to each touch but there was still some hesitancy behind each muscle. 

When you grab a fistfull of his hair he lets out a low growl, the vibrations reverberating through your core as you moan out “Chan~” your voice heavy. “I’m close,” you warn him and that hesitancy seems to dissipate, now replaced by a hunger to please. Chan moves his head back and forth as he sucks on your clit and folds, his long hair getting damp at the tips. Your thighs tighten around his head as your orgasm comes crashing over, legs trembling as they jolt upwards. Chan wastes no time slurping up any cum that threatens to drip from your slit. You slick his hair back, feeling the sweat and arousal built around his hairline. Once you’ve caught your breath he lifts you up by your hips before setting you back down, higher up on the bed. “What are you doing?” You ask innocently but Chan does little to respond. 

He crawls onto the bed, coming up behind you before whispering,

“Making you my whore,” he then pushes you down, still gently, molding your body into the position he desires.

“Chan?” you call out again but he just hushes you, bending you forward before pulling your legs up to support your ass in the air. You then feel the warmth of his tip rubbing up and down your folds before he abruptly thrusts forward causing you to gasp and grab the sheets. His thrusts are calm at first but quickly become harder, more insistent. He grabs a fistful of your ass, squeezing it between his fingers, nails digging in, before delivering a hard smack. Without even registering it you moan in response, body relaxing into him. 

“That’s what I thought,” He grins before leaning down to speak softer. “You like being treated like a slut, being man handled, being…dominated,” bites on your neck, thrusts never ceasing as he sucks the skin between his teeth. “You want to be broken down and rebuilt as mine,” Bangchan begins to thrust faster, the room filling with the sound of your skin slapping. He grabs a fistful of your hair before pushing your head down, keeping you low and easy to thrust into. 

“Harder, please,” You moan breathlessly as your breathing becomes heavy. 

“Harder? Baby, we just started,” He grins before leaning back, grabbing your hips to slam you against his cock to match his thrusts. Your cries ring in his ears, sending this rush of lust through him. “Oh you’re getting tight yeah?” He chuckles darkly, “Gonna cum soon?” He taunts but he has no intention of letting you go easy. You nod pathetically, eyes squinted shut as you’re pushed into the bed. Each thrust applies pressure to your whole body, hair moving with each clap of skin on skin and his hard shaft continuously rubs against that tender spot inside you that makes your vision go white. 

He lifts you up slightly again, increasing the speed of his hips which drags you closer to the edge.

“C-chan! I’m close,” You cry out as your body starts to act on it’s own, jolting and shaking. Bangchan lets out a chuckle before continuing to thrust with extreme force, making your tits sway in the air. As your body finally releases it seems as though Chan’s only getting started, continuing to pound you like his life depends on it. Sweat builds along his neck and shoulders as he growls. “I came,” You cry out, “I already came!” you inform him again but he knows already, he’s trying to see how far you can go. You then fall silent as pleasure steals your breath again.

Something suddenly bursts inside you and your body is consumed by warmth and pleasure. Chan pulls you against him one last time before emptying inside you. The room falls silent besides the heavy panting. Chan pulls you by your torso to lay on top of him, the two of you falling backward as his softening cock slips out of you. “What the hell was that?” You pant with a wide smile on your face. Chan smiles shyly before tucking your hair back.

“I don't even know, I’m sorry if I hurt you,” He kisses you softly.