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Summary: You and the gang investigate a hotel haunted by a demon that influences people in ways none of you experienced before, making it the final push for Colby to solidify the relationship he always wanted with you.
Warnings: Colby x Reader smut, MFM (no Solby) threesome, unprotected sex, overstimulation, love bites, squirting, messy sex
Words: 7.6k
No Y/N Used
I was so damn tired.
The backpack met the thin floor with a thud that hung in the air. My eyes were too heavy to open fully, and maybe I led us all into the most haunted room—of course the largest suite as well—in the hotel, but I really couldn't care less.
"Oh—Wait this is actually nice," Colby spoke first between the five of us. He brushed past me and walked into the room to our left.
"Wow it actually is," I think Nate said as he rounded the corner. I don't think my toes lifted off the roughened carpet as I dragged myself through the unrealistically large suite to find the bedroom. When I found it, I audibly moaned in relief.
"Holy shit! Maybe we didn't need the second room, this bed is probably big enough to fit all of us." Sam must have followed me with the camera but I ignored him as I face planted into the ivory linen sheets. They covered my peripherals, and my eyes rolled back in the suffocating darkness.
It was worth not checking for stains or bed bugs first.
Then there was a loud scuffle.
"Ah—! Jesus, I almost met god because of your backpack in the middle of the floor." I huffed a breath in response; Colby must have tossed the backpack to the side of the bed but I didn't flinch from the reverberation. Didn't care that my laptop was in there at all.
Maybe I needed a shower; after two sleepless nights in a cold dangerous area proceeding a haunted hot as hell area, a shower and a dreamless night in the deepest cavern of this bed was first on my priority list.
Of course the boys had different plans. We were in the middle of our third video of the week. Thank god it was the last as well.
Between infiltrating an abandoned building outside of Portland to talking to whatever lurks in the woods of a small town somewhere in Texas, I was beat. Road kill, some would say, and dare I say I looked like it too. My hair was a mess and my nose was still red from the cold wind in the north but my neck was caked with old sweat from the humid heat of the faux winter in Texas. At least I could hear it in all of their voices too; this quickly became a midnight hunt rather than an afternoon hunt. If only we could get through this damn intro.
"—here she is, she's uh well—tired." I lifted my head up slowly and looked up to see the camera and Sam's tired eyes smiling down at me. "Don't blame her; at least we all feel the way she looks."
I flipped him off before he turned the camera towards himself.
"That was mean," he laughed. I stuffed my face back in the now damp with sweat and hot breath duvet. "But fair. We're going to rest this afternoon and after dinner, we have a meeting with one of the most skilled demonologists we've ever met."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we've met one in every country we've filmed in," Colby tagged on as I heard him approach Sam.
"Pretty soon we'll be able to say we've met every demonologist—"
I don't remember what the ending of Sam's sentence entailed.
My eyes opened.
