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moodymisty · 2 years

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Is it just me or would tech be SOOSOS into using toys for getting himself off? Like he’d be doing experiments and research all of THAT just to get super lost into them…

OK SO

I'm aboutta go feral on all of you lmao this is like a top tier headcanon and it just makes me LSDJFLSDJLJDS*dialupinternetnoise*

This was originally going to be bulletpoint headcanons, but it spiraled out of control quickly

Now I touched on this a smidge in my Kink HCs but I am totally all for this. I cannot for the life of me find who wrote it, but I remember reading a fic where Tech makes toys for himself and you and sends a video of him using his. I'm all for the 'Tech is a little sex freak' club

…Anyways, here's a little juice

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Sex toys(fleshlight), Phone/holocom sex, mutual masturbation, brief mentions of squirting, Solo naughtiness in the Marauder's cockpit

When Tech had first presented a few of his ideas, you hadn’t really expected it to get this, intense. But then again one thing you’ve learned about Tech is that research is research, and that he’s surfed parts of the Holonet even you haven’t.

He’s a kinky bastard; If you needed to explain it without all the flowery language.

There hasn’t been a thing he’s been against trying yet, nor does he ever stick into a default routine. And when he’s in the technical mood, he tends to get creative.

You've had a toy before sure, gotten used a few times but mostly just stays tucked away. After Tech? That drawer was full, each one an experiment to try and make you tick.

It was quite the surprise however to figure out he has more than a few of his own, as he’s trying to pick your brain and his own.

It's not quite surprising after you think about it for awhile however; Given he is cooped up in a ship for cycles at a time with basically no privacy, and a good bit of hormones. It makes you feel just a little bad abut the suggestive messages you've sent him before, when he was lightyears away and really couldn't do anything about it.

Relaxing after a relatively uneventful day the sudden ring of your Holcomm can’t be anyone else, so you quickly roll over in your bed to grab it from the nightstand and answer it.

“Tech!” He’s secretly delighted at the way you sound so happy just to hear from him, leaning back in the pilot’s seat.

“How are you today? I made sure to call during the evening so I didn’t wake you from sleep on accident.” 'How sweet of him' you think, laying back into your comfortable position reclined in bed.

“I should be asking how things are for you; You’re the one heading to a war zone.” Tech points a finger up into the air, even though he knows you can’t see him.

“Leaving, actually.” That sends a massive amount of relief through your body, knowing he’s safe for the time being.

“Well I should be congratulating you then, have a party planned?” Tech could only wish each mission got a congratulations afterwards. The way you laugh at your own joke is adorable; He compares it to the sound of music.

“No parties are needed. Though I am sure no one would complain about you cooking again, if you wish to do so.” That gets and audible reaction, and you’re leaning up in your bed as you think. The last time you cooked for them, which was one of the first times you’d cooked for anyone you’d thought it had went horribly, but apparently not; If Tech was asking for an encore.

“I saw this new recipe I wanted to try recently, so maybe I’ll try it on you guys. It looked sooooo good, my mouth was watering.” You let you an ‘mmmm’ moan after, clearly thinking about the food you had in mind.

Tech is thinking as well, like always; However his train of thought has now suddenly changed tracks.

That moan sounded so sweet and cute, like the ones he loves to pull from you. You do it sometimes while he’s fucking you, but he gets the sweetest, most desperate ones when he’s eating you out; Sucking on your clit while you writhe and plead to him.

The last time he’d been using one of his inventions on you, adding to the overstimulation that had you crying and squirting on his brand new toy, while nearly passing out.

Maker he wanted to see that again, but he has a few standard days to wait until they’re landed.

His cock however doesn’t seem to have nearly the same patience, as he feels himself stir against his thigh.

“I am sure Wrecker would be more than interested in trying whatever you make. Try and keep things low on spices for Hunter’s portion however, please.” The strong scent of spices often make Hunter at worst grow terrible headaches, and at best send him into a sneezing fit.

“Noted. I’ll do my best, don’t you worry.” Getting up from the pilots seat Tech leaves for a split second, rushing to grab something from his bunk. He can still hear you, just taking a moment to lift up the thin mattress and snag something.

It’s hidden in a safe compartment underneath the mattress of his bunk. He’s the only one who knows it’s there; As he made it to hide various things that he didn’t want anyone breaking. As well as whatever he doesn’t want anyone to see.

It mostly housed a few of his more, illicit inventions, as there was no better place to hide the toys you’ve made custom for you and your lover in a ship as small as the Marauder. There was one or two from before you’d met him as well; As Tech was just as full of testosterone as the rest of the clones, and needed release at times.

He remembers first making them; Delving the holonet for ideas, and tweaking based on the ‘feedback’ after each use. They worked, but not that he had a taste of your warm, tight pussy, he didn’t want anything else.

He manages to get one of them out and take it back to the cockpit without any of his brothers noticing, all dead asleep after the mission. He locks the cockpit door and sits back down in the chair, sitting his comm device on the edge of the control panel close by. You hadn’t noticed he was gone, just assuming he was fiddling with setting on the ship for a moment.

“How’s everyone else doing? All come out ok?” As he’s removing some of his armor he glances at the comm device, feeling the way his cock strains against his body glove.

“Oh, they’re all well. None of us were seriously hurt. But I am not aware of the state of any regs that were working in tandem.” He’s half hard, and it doesn’t take long after he wraps his gloved hand around his cock and gives it a few tender strokes that he’s fully erect, precum leaking from his tip. His face feels hot, spreading his thighs more to give himself room as he leans against the back of the seat.

“Good. I don’t know what I’d do if one of you guys got hurt.” You don’t know his brothers too well yet; You chat with them sometimes, play one of those games on the holonet with Wrecker, but he likes that you care anyways. He hums in response to you, but has to try hard to keep it from sounding suspicious.

This’ll only take a minute, he just needs that release that’s suddenly overtaking him.

Tech’s little ‘invention’ is self lubricating, so he doesn’t need to worry at all; Focusing on keeping his voice silent as he feels the tight, artificial pussy wrap around his cock. He has to keep his sentences short now, as too long and you might catch on to the way his voice is shaking, or the soft wet sounds of him jerking himself off.

“We will be fine. We have a 100% success rate.” You give an unconvinced hum, meanwhile Tech has to bite the inside of his cheek so hard it hurts, as his cock twitches inside his artificially made pussy.

It’s good; He designed it to be so. Warm and soft and tight around him, but it isn’t you. He can’t feel your hands, your breath on his skin, the way your nails scratch his shoulders or arms and hear how you moan his name when you’re close to cumming.

“But it might not be that way forever, and I know you guys can be reckless. I just, you can’t fault me for worryi-”

In the heat of the moment Tech let’s out a soft groan, before his body suddenly jerks in fear trying to stop it. You’d caught it, brow furrowing as you look at your comm. Lips slightly parted you think for a moment; No, you’d heard that right.

“Tech? Are you…?”

He freezes, cock still throbbing in the artificial wetness of his handmade toy. He can tell by the tone of your voice you knew what he was doing, and he’d failed to catch his moan fast enough. He thinks for a moment, trying to gather his wits to formulate some sort of apology.

“I, I am so sorry love I was just-“ You let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m only mad I can’t see you.” The notion surprises Tech, but he doesn't complain. If anything his hand continues using his own invention to fuck himself, trying to swallow the noise he makes as the artificial flesh wraps tightly around his cock.

You can only hear it ever so slightly, as the comm mic only picks it up less than half of the time. But now that you know, you can't help the way that your cunt throbs, forcing your thighs to twitch together in an attempt to lessen the feeling.

When that doesn't work you give in, a hand sliding down your body under the blanket to slip into your underwear, fingers quickly becoming soaked. You hadn't realized how wet you'd gotten until you, but Tech's voice had always done that to you.

"I share the same, sentiment." Tech feels almost out of breath, while you softly sigh as your fingers slip between your pussy lips.

“You have those photos I sent, at least.” He does, a few from when you’d felt a little confident enough to give him something for when he was alone in hyperspace.

“Have you used them?” Your fingers dive into the tight heat of your cunt and while it feels good, it’s nowhere near as deep as Tech’s long fingers can do. Or tongue, as he's proven to you time after time. He was clumsy for course, but he's also a quick learner.

Tech knows the answer; He absolutely has, when he manages to get a moment alone. They’re nowhere near the real thing but it’s enough that he can zone out and fantasize, while he makes use of a rare moment when there isn't something that immediately needs doing.

“Yes, I have.” You wish he’d send some of himself, one day.

Hand below the sheets you slowly rub your clit, listening to him on the other side of the comm. You’re sure he can hear you to, since you have no need to be as muffled as him. He's attempting to be quiet however, as the last thing he wants to do is wake anyone. So he swallows a shaky moan, brow furrowing at the way his cock twitches. He's so close, just a tiny bit more.

His hand shakes and looses the rhythm he had, almost frantically trying to chase that peak. He needs it, needs that chemical rush and warm feeling.

"Make sure to save some for me, ok? Because I want you to fuck me senseless the moment you land."

Your sentence and the way your tone, despite sounding erotic distinctly shakes from your own pleasure, alights his brain in so many thoughts as the hand holding his own invention stills. He spills cum into it, breath shaking as he sighs feeling the incredible release of so much tension.

The sound of it and knowing sends a jolt down your spine, but you wish for nothing more for him to be doing that inside of you.

It makes your fingers pull from inside of you and go back to your clit teasing and chasing that feeling, hearing Tech mumble to himself. You can't quite hear what he's saying, though it's in part to you not paying full attention and the heartbeat in your ears.

The way your stomach tightens even more has your toes curling, before it all releases and your cunt tightens around nothing. Tech feels his body stir at the sound of you cumming, but manages to avoid anymore illicit thoughts. He wants to save them for when he’s with you, listening to the sound of your soft panting. He doesn't want to hear anymore of this over a shoddy comm, he wants to be there.

Pulling your hand out of your underwear you adjust your hips slightly, feeling that- well you are temporarily satisfied, that desire isn’t truly quenched. Your heart has settled back comfortably behind your ribs instead of pounding against your collarbone when you speak up.

“I miss you.” You say. Tech is listening to hear if any one besides him on the ship is awake, and is relieved to hear no movement at all. It helps, that Wrecker is both a dead sleeper, and a loud one.

“I do as well. I also have a new project I wish to try on you, when we are planetside.” You let out an embarrassed groan, remembering what had happened the last time he said that.

“Tech, the last time I squirted all over you it was a mess and-" You clap your mouth shut when Tech suddenly interrupts you.

“Yes, and I wish to make it happen again.” Your legs rub together under your blankets.

“With the sciences it is proper to test your theory multiple times; Which I plan to do.”

#mywriting #tech x reader #reader insert #reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #Tech/reader

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lovelystay · 3 years

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Wrong - Seungmin

non con🍒

(Request)

[Rᴇsᴜᴍᴇ : badboy seungmin , « nerd » y/n , because of nervousness y/n gave the wrong homework answers to seungmin . He got angry and found a way to punish her.]

School was the worst place in the whole world for you , you were considered as a « nerd » in the class . Your only use was to give the homework’s answers to the popular classmates and help the other one with the work .

You didn’t have friends because people just didn’t want to be close to you they just wanted your brain and skills to help them have good grades and that’s it .

It made you sad if course , it’s not that you hated helping people but while you were doing the homework at home some other were partying or resting and at the end you worked harder but they got the same grades as you . Which was really unfair .

This night you had to do your homework and Seungmin’s too , he was one of those popular annoying boy in your school . You hated him of course , there is absolutely no positive points in his personality . He is always forcing you to do his work , he must have never did it himself and he is always treating you like you are inferior and him superior .

It was late and you were tired , very tired . You answered the questions pretty quickly without thinking too much , the only thing you wanted and could think of was to get in your bed .

When you finally finished you jumped on your bed and closed your eyes , but your phone suddenly vibrate and the screen lights up from a notification. It was a message from seungmin .

-so ? Where are the answers ? I’m still waiting hurry up .

You quickly reply to him that you’ll give him the answers soon and that you just needed to get your papers . You’re nervous , in addition of always feeling threatened by his words .

You take some pictures of your papers , send him and go back to your bed to sleep not thinking about anything any further .

Everything was alright the next day , as usual you gave your homework to the teacher , you got annoyed by some classmates from time to time etc .

The day after that , the teacher gave the homework back , which immediately made your day worse . You always had good grades but this time it was lower your average grade , you were extremely disappointed in you , you thought about that night . Maybe you shouldn’t have rushed the homework and did it correctly instead of doing what you did . But it was too late anyway you could do nothing about it .

« Wait for me at the end of the class we need to talk » said seungmin discreetly .

You knew you were screwed already ...

Your heart was beating really really fast , you wanted to run away before he sees you but he’ll probably catch you .

For the whole last hour of class you could only wonder what will seungmin do to you , or in other words , how is he going to hit you / with what .

You hear the bell ring , it’s finally the end of the class but you’re not so happy or excited to go home , because you were not .

Now that every of your classmates got out of the class , seungmin got up and got close to you .

You blushed and asked him , « what ? »

He had some papers in his hands that he now slammed on the table in front of you .

« Mind you explain what the fuck is that ? »

You flinch and scan the paper with your eyes , it’s the homework ...

He got a really bad grade , just like you .

« I was too tired and I rushed the homework... »

You confessed your head down out of embarrassment .

Seungmin just scoff , not taking your excuse seriously . « Do you think I fucking care about if you were tired or not ? I needed to get good grades this time , and you screwed it up by being a dumb fucking bitch » he was pushing you little by little . By this time you were ready mentally to get hit .

You wince as he grab you by the hair making your head turn to the side . « Do you think my grades are a fucking joke and that you can mess them up like that ? » he asks .

« No I don’t » you replied almost intently .

« But you gave me wrong answers did you ? »

You nod , ashamed , at his true statements .

« Then you need to get punished so you don’t do the same mistake again right ? »

You nod again , not sure about what he said , but you didn’t want to make him more angry so you agreed with him .

« Ok »

The anger was so obvious on his face and gesture , it was scary .

Seungmin drags you in the empty small room still by the hair , it was the boys locker room not really far away . He throws you inside and lock the door with the key that have been in his pockets the entire time . Before you even had the chance to say anything , seungmin got down at your level and sat on your hips putting his body weight on you forcing you to stay still under him . He rips the top of your clothes with his strong arms , the buttons that were on it flying across the room while you were screaming. You tell him to stop , embarrassed and not wanting to continue anything with him . He seems to ignore your cries and continue to undress you .

Seungmin was angry , mad but horny too ... and he was going to realise everything on you .

After leaving you with only your underwear he takes your hands forcefully and make you caress his boner . His breathing was fast and he was quietly moaning his hips thrusting up . He didn’t care about your feelings at all , he wanted to use you like a stupid fleshlight and only care about his own satisfaction.

Seungmin then suddenly gets up , « don’t fucking move . You can’t even escape anyway . You’re going to stay still and take the punishment you deserve » he said

He was , unfortunately for you , right .

After taking off his own clothes and underwear he throws them somewhere in the room , and gets down to you again .

He is a lot stronger than you so it didn’t took a lot of time or effort to put you on all four . Tears were falling down and hitting the floor , you never thought your first time would be in those kind of conditions , especially with ... him . But there you were with seungmin behind you , you couldn’t see what he was doing so it stressed you even more . The first thing you felt in this position is his cold hands touching your ass and hips and the tip of his hard dick on your vagina .

Seungmin wasn’t going to waste his time and goes all the way in with a hard thrust which made you scream out of horrible pain meanwhile he was moaning and enjoying . He continues his thrusts , all of them rough and fast leaving you no time to adjust or get used to anything .

You were way to loud and seungmin got enough of it , he placed his big hands that were previously on your ass to put them both on your mouth to silence you like an animal .

Blood was dripping down his balls , but he was too into it to even care the slightest .

Your neck was hurting like crazy and your pussy was burning , everything just felt like hell , even though you tried to scream to alert someone his hands were shutting you down , and you were too fucked out to talk anyway .

Seungmin didn’t last very long , he went fast and hard , he just needed some pussy to release his stress and anger and this anger was your fault so he think you completely deserves it .

He is ; eyes closed , mouth open , cumming into you , not caring about anything and moaning loudly . It is finally the end when he pulls out , his cum , yours , and blood coming out of you . You were basically knocked out , you couldn’t think straight , you were on the floor on your belly , just had sex for the first time and it wasn’t consensual . Your hair were a mess , your mouth was open , you were drooling , your body was trembling , and your eyelids were too heavy to keep up .

Seungmin just got dressed up again and left after throwing a pack of tissues at you . Hoping that he made you learn your lesson .

#stray kids fanfiction #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #seungmin #Kim seungmin #seungmin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #smut #seungmin non con #Stray kids non con #skz non con #stray kids!badboy #badboy #seungmin!badboy #seungmin rape #stray kids rape

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vin-taege · 5 years

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espresso shot (m)

summary: catching your boyfriend’s co-worker jacking off in the cleaning closet may have been the best thing to happen to you

genre: smut, pwp, fluff

pairing: barista!taehyung x reader x barista!jimin

warnings/notes: established relationship, threesome, oral sex (f receiving and m receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, dirty talk, sir kink, cum play, double penetration, pussy slapping, brief subdrop, aftercaaare

words: 6k

a/n: this takes place a few months after decaf. if you want, you could read decaf here, or you could read this as a stand-alone fic!

Taehyung rarely got the night shift. However, the staff ran short after a few of them called in for a sick leave, each one with a different excuse, yet ultimately none of them being actually sick. Hyuna had a date planned out with her boyfriend, Jungkook had an e-game tournament all the way in back in Busan, and no one really knew where Jinyoung slipped off to. Namjoon didn't even bother, used to the staff's antics. Jimin and your boyfriend on the other hand was more than compliant to cover their shifts. It was almost 10 pm, and you were just waiting for them to close up shop. Thank god you were on break, so you didn't have to worry about staying up late on a week night, not that you were used to it. Ever since you started dating Taehyung, he has been nagging you non-stop to fix your sleeping schedule. You eventually did, along with picking up a lesser intake of instant noodles. He was very strict in keeping you healthy, and you found it so adoring. The "closed" sign hung from the door. Namjoon already left ten minutes ago, trusting the boys enough to leave the cafe to them. Jimin was re-checking the inventory while Taehyung counted the day's profits. All the chairs were placed neatly upside down on the tables, except for yours. "Sweetheart, are you okay there? Sure you aren’t hungry? We have some left over pastries I can reheat for you.”

You looked up from the book you were reading. Taehyung was tucking away the cash bound in rubber bands, though his eyes remained on you. “I’m fine, Tae. I’ll wait all night if I have to.”

“Luckily, you don’t. All I have to do is mop the floor, then we can go home. Jimin hyung said he’ll cover the dishes,” he rounded the counter, taking long strides toward you. He bent down, swiftly pecking you on the lips. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“Of course,” you grinned. “Do you want me to get the mop for you?”

He nodded, grabbing a chair and setting it down to sit on it. “Thanks, babe. Really. My back is is starting to ache and I feel like my feet are about to fall off.”

Chuckling, you made your way to the back of the store. A glance towards the sink told you Jimin was true to his word - the enormous pile of dirty plates earlier only reduced to about less than ten pieces, all of which were drenched under soapy water. You figured they might’ve had tough stains, and the boy soaked them for easier removal.

Weirdly enough, you can’t find Jimin anywhere. All of the other counters were clean, and the storage room was already locked. Thinking he might’ve stepped out for some fresh air, you made your way to the cleaning closet.

There were legends of the cleaning closet housing different mysteries of the cafe. The stories became almost tradition to the staff, most of them too absurd to be true. Some say a trainee once found a box of condoms in there, then resigned the ext day, never to be seen again. Others say Jungkook stashed his alleged hentai manga collection just behind the bottles of dishwashing liquid.

By the looks of it, one more story was going to be added. From far away, the cleaning closet seemed normal, aside from a slightly ajar door. The closer you got to it, the more you heard faint grunts coming from the inside, as well as an occasional squelching noise.

“Jimin, what are you- Holy shit!” You covered your eyes as best as you can, screeching your head off. Jimin yelped, dropping the makeshift fleshlight he was holding - a sponge squeezed into a tall container plus some other things you weren’t able to look at.

“Don’t look, don’t look!” Panicked, he tucked himself back into his pants, though his boner still strained against the fabric. He stood up in a hurry, accidentally stepping on the “fleshlight” and toppling over into a stack of buckets, the mop you were supposed to get falling on top of him.

“Is everything alright there?” Taehyung’s voice hollered from the front of the store, followed by footsteps. You looked at Jimin with wide eyes. Tae couldn’t see you like this. Before he could get a glance at the room, you rushed over to him, pulling him out of the kitchen. “What happened? I heard the two of you yelling and then something crash. Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Your voice came out higher than expected. You cleared your throat and cupped Taehyung’s cheeks in our hands, bringing his face closer to yours. “Yes. I’m tired. And so are you. Let’s go home.”

You began tugging him towards the door, but his more muscular built made it easy for him to stay in place. He frowned at you, “What happened?”

“___ thought she saw a mouse so she screamed and surprised me. The thing you heard falling was me kicking the shelves to see if it would come out. Turns out it was just a ball of hair,” Jimin emerged from the kitchen, face still flushed red, thought he looked more composed.

You mentally thanked him for covering your ass. Taehyung looked back and forth between the two of you, huffing as he bought the explanation." Thank god it wasn't a mouse. We could've been shut down for being unsanitary."

"Not if we kill the health inspector."

"No, Jimin. We do not base our plans off Spongebob again." Jimin scoffed at the lack of honorific. Taehyung turned towards you. "You ready to go home?"

You nodded, already wanting to get out of the awkward situation. Jimin couldn’t look either of you in the eye.

Taehyung’s apartment was small, but welcoming nonetheless. With enough help from his father, and from the cash he earned from his job, he was able to afford the cheap space. You decided to stay with him over the course of the summer break since Seulgi went home to her parents, and yours were still out of town. Plus, he was the one who insisted anyway, and who were you to pass the opportunity up?

The second you stepped into the room, Taehyung tackled you onto the bed. You giggled as he smothered your face with sloppy kisses, pausing to slowly press his lips against yours. You hummed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Jesus, you’re sweaty,” A low laugh rumbled from within his chest. Still, he kept pecking at your neck. You groaned, “Tae, we should shower first.”

“We’re gonna get sweaty again anyway,” he whined. “Unless you want to fuck in the shower?”

“No, it’s almost midnight. I want to sleep,” You tried pushing him off, which resulted to him plopping himself onto your body. You feigned annoyance, lightly slapping his back and whining for him to get off you. “At least let me eat you out.”

You stilled at the idea. You could feel him smirking against your skin, knowing you took the bait. And you were about to give in too, if it weren’t for the memory of catching Jimin in the cleaning closet coming back to you.

It was weird suddenly thinking of him this exact moment, just as you were about to receive mind-blowing oral from your boyfriend. You just never thought you’d ever see him like that. Cute, charming Jimin. With his pouty lips and cherubic face, which, now that you think of it, looked more sharp a while ago. He was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. But nothing could beat your love for Taehyung.

“Hey,” you pushed him gently, separating your bodies just enough for you to see his face. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’m really sleepy right now. We can have sex in the morning if you want.”

Taehyung pouted, though he got off you, sitting on the edge of the bed instead. “Ok, goddess. Whatever you say. You can shower first if you want?”

“It’s fine. We can shower together?”

“No, ladies first. Plus, I have to check up on Jimin. Make sure he got home in one piece, you know?” he winked at you. The mention of his best friend’s name made you flustered. You nodded, getting up to quickly lock yourself in the bathroom. The sooner you got a good night’s rest, the better.

In contrary to what you had promised him Taehyung the night before, you woke up an hour before noon. You patted the spot next to you, confused to find it empty. He was off duty today, so where on earth could he be? You were still groggy from the sleep, but the scent of pancakes and bacon made you perk up. At first, your mouth salivated at the idea of the meal – but then you remembered. Taehyung wasn’t exactly the greatest chef.

Stumbling up from your bed, now fully awake, you made your way towards the kitchen, stopping to find Taehyung happily solving a crossword puzzle on the small dining table. His eyes lit up when he saw you. “Good afternoon, sleepy head,” he said rather loudly.

He ushered you to sit on his lap, feeling him half-hard through his sweats. A smile smile played on your lips. “My goddess,” he murmured, mouth against the back of your neck. “I know you just woke up, but I have something to ask you.”

“Yes baby?” you purred, pushing your ass back onto him. He let out a hiss, hands grabbing at your waist. He hooked his chin on your shoulder, lips a few centimeters away from your ear. He blew lightly at the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. In the height of it all, you forgot what made you so alarmed in the first place.

“What are your thoughts on threesomes?”

You froze. Even when you stopped grinding, you could feel his cock twitch beneath his sweats. “Is this a trick question?”

He let go of your hips, hands curling at his stomach instead as he threw his head back in laughter. You got off his lap in favour of sitting on the chair next to him instead. “I mean,” he wiped an imaginary tear off his eye. “No, not really.”

“I was just thinking,” he grabbed his pen, filling out one of the blanks in the forgotten crossword puzzle, before looking back at you. “It would kinda be hot? In your favour of course, because when you’re turned on, I get more turned on. And, I don’t know, the idea of sharing you, seeing you get extra… wrecked… I think it’s hot.”

Your hands went to smoothen out your tangled hair, suddenly feeling conscious. You never thought Taehyung would be into that, considering how needy for attention he was. “And you’re asking this because?”

“I know what happened between you and Jimin hyung last night,” you paled, speechless. He noticed how tense you suddenly got, and quickly added on, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I trust you, and I also trust him. I just thought I’d rather do it with someone I trust, rather than someone I’m not entirely comfortable with.”

Taehyung remembered how Jimin comforted him the fateful day the nude was sent and he felt like shit. He was always there to give him that extra push, or give him words of advice. Jimin definitely had a special place in both of your hearts.

“And hey, I know how attractive Jimin is. Between the two of us though, I don’t think he can really compare to-“ he gestured towards his crotch, tracing his v-line with his hands. You laughed, before biting your lip. At this point, his dick was visibly straining against the fabric. Not yet fully hard, but he was getting there. “So, sweetheart, just tell me what your verdict is. No pressure, okay? I want you to feel safe and comfortable in anything we do.”

“Well,” you started off. You kept thinking about it, not finding any harm in having a little fun. Jimin was close enough to both of you that it wouldn’t be weird or awkward after. He knew his boundaries. “If you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with it too. I’m totally down.”

He beamed, leaning closer to you. “Perfect,” he gave you a deep kiss, before pulling away. He yelled towards the kitchen, “Hyung, did you hear that? She said she’s down.”

You jolted up, eyes wide when Jimin emerged from the kitchen, a plate of pancakes in his hand, and a spatula in the other. A pink apron reading “Kiss the Cook” was messily tied over his clothes, what you recognized as Taehyung’s gag gift for him last Christmas. He set the plate down on the table. “Good morning, ___.”

“It’s noon.”

“It’s morning for her,” Hearing them bicker normally made you feel a bit more relaxed. So he was the one cooking. That’s why the smoke alarm didn’t go off even once. “Don’t even think of getting another one. You ate five pieces a while ago, Tae. Five pieces.”

Jimin slapped Taehyung’s hand away, about to grab the pancakes. The younger boy grimaced, pulling his hand away and crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Bacon’s on the way. Let me just find another plate.”

When Jimin got back in the kitchen, you hurriedly whispered to Taehyung, “I’m sorry, why is he here?”

“I thought you were down for the threesome?” he asked confusedly.

“Yes but- but what if I said no? What were you planning to do then?”

“Well, first of all, I knew you weren’t going to say no. And secondly, if you did, then we’d play video games instead, I guess? He’s here for some kink negotiations, and so that we could establish some ground rules.” He tore off a piece of the pancake, shoving it in his mouth. He got a second piece and fed it to you. You had to give Jimin some credit; his cooking was amazing. No wonder your boyfriend had five.

“And when did you find the time to organize all of this?”

“Last night, when you were in the shower,” he said through a bit of the pancakes. So that was why he wanted you to shower first. You stared at him mouth agape. He chuckled, feeding you more pancakes. “Yes, I know. I’m a fast worker.”

Jimin reappeared with the bacon, sitting on Taehyung’s other side. “Now that all of us are here, we can start the discussion.” Taehyung clapped his hands. “___, go first.”

“Well,” you shifted in your seat. Your eyes were glued to the food on your plate, the attention from both boys making your cheeks heat up. “Just don’t knife me, or whatever. No bleeding. Yeah, that’s all I got.”

“No bleeding, got it,” Jimin scribbled onto a piece of paper. You stared at him, surprised. “You’re actually writing this down?”

“For notes, of course. If you’re stuck on ‘don’ts’, let’s move over to ‘dos’.”

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Uh... I’ll sub for this one. You guys can use me however you please. My safe word is ‘d.va’ but we also go by the traffic light system.”

The boys smirked, simultaneously looking at each other. Jimin leaned closer to Taehyung, whispering though you still heard what he said. “I thought you said she was dominant?”

“She is, usually. But she lets me dom from time to time. She switches on either extreme ends of the spectrum. One day, she’s a few seconds away from pegging me, and then the next day, she’s a very bratty sub.” You sent him a pointed look, Taehyung only giving you a sheepish smile. “She likes name-calling in subspace.”

“Have you guys tried anal?” Jimin directed the question towards Taehyung. The younger boy nodded, looking towards you. “Yeah, a few times. Are you okay with it, sweetheart?”

“I don’t mind it.”

“How about fluids? Spit, cum, any preferences?”

“Spit and cum are nice. Anything outside of that, no-no,” You gave Jimin time to organize his notes. The feeling of nervousness was long gone, replaced with excitement. Taehyung’s hard-on had grown soft with the lack of stimulation, but you could tell it’d be a matter of time before it came back.

“Okay. Tae, any ground rules for me?”

“The moment she feels uncomfortable, we stop.”

“Of course,” Jimin smiled. He adored how protective Taehyung was of you; always putting your happiness first. He felt honored to be invited to take part in something so special and intimate between the two of you. “Anything else you want to discuss?”

You both shook your head. “Mhm, When do we start?”

“After lunch,” Taehyung scooted his chair closer to yours. He laid his head on your shoulder, slightly nuzzling into your neck. “Tae, it is after lunch.”

“Well then,” He didn’t complete his sentence, opting to kiss you instead. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue in already, the kiss gradually becoming sloppy. The sweet taste of syrup from the pancakes still lingered in his mouth, a flavor you chased after. He grabbed at your waist, pulling you off your chair and into his lap, prompting you to straddle him.

Jimin kept watching you kiss all-throughout, hand palming at his jeans. You still felt a little shy, not used to having a third person with you. But when Taehyung dipped his hands into your shorts, palming at your heat from behind, all your shyness was replaced with arousal.

He pressed his middle finger against your panties, directly at your core. He started nipping at your bottom lip, making you whimper. Faintly, you heard Jimin get up. The older boy moved behind Taehyung, grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to face him. “May I?”

“Please,” You gasped, Taehyung pushing your panties aside to slide a finger into your wet lips. Jimin forced your head forward, making your body press against Taehyung’s, his plush lips meeting yours. Getting deeper into the kiss, Taehyung slipped another finger in, spreading your wetness from your lips to your clit.

“Fuck, look how wet we made her,” you whimpered when Taehyung retracted his hand. He held it up, fingers previously inside you now coated with a glossy sheen. Jimin pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips at the sight of your arousal. “I want to taste.”

“Bedroom,” Taehyung lifted you up, carrying you into the bedroom, Jimin hot on your heels. Once you got in, he dropped you on the bed, stepping aside to let Jimin crawl on top of you.

He sucked experimentally on a small part of your neck, teeth lightly biting at the skin. His mouth moved swiftly against you, until he nipped at one spot that made you moan out. “Found it,” he mumbled, biting harder.

While Jimin was busy sucking love bites into your neck and collarbone, he moved his legs so Taehyung had access to your lower body. The younger boy tugged your shorts and underwear down, until the only article of clothing you had on was his over-sized shirt. He licked his hand, from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his middle finger, then lightly smacked your throbbing pussy.

The yelp you let out made the two boys chuckle. Jimin detached his lips from your skin, eyes catching on your hardened nipples pressed against your shirt. They got Taehyung’s attention too; your boyfriend unabashedly reaching out to pinch at one. You moaned out, Taehyung continuing to pull and roll the bud, the rough fabric giving you a new sensation.

Jimin reached underneath your shirt, flicking at your neglected nipple. He spread his hand over your breast, squeezing it lightly, nipple in between his in ring and middle finger. “She likes getting her boobs played with,” Taehyung explained to him, encouraging his ministrations.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” A sharp slap landed on your clit, making you cry out. Pleasure soon replaced the sting, a thumb circling your clit. You looked down to see it was Jimin, the one, you assumed, to be gentler of the two. “Yes, sir.”

“I hope she likes getting eaten out just as much,” Jimin whispered, taking his place in between your legs. Before he could go any further, Taehyung stopped him, whispering something into his ear. Jimin smiled wickedly, nodding as he moved away from you.

“I want that mouth here,” Taehyung pointed at the ledge of the bed. Compliantly, you changed your position, knowing exactly what he wanted you to do. You laid on your back, head hanging off the bed. Jimin resumed his position between your legs, waiting for Taehyung to give him his go-signal.

One of Taehyung’s biggest kinks was having his dick in your throat. Whether it be face-fucking or cock warming, having his large cock snug in your mouth turned him on massively. He had gotten rid of his sweats, said cock hanging intimidatingly above your face. You sneaked a glance below you, finding Jimin had done the same thing, now only in his briefs.

Taehyung held his cock in his hands, giving it a few pumps. He let the pre-cum pool on top of his angry red tip, dripping down straight onto your lips. “Tongue out. Don’t waste even a single drop.”

Meanwhile, Jimin had his fingers on you again. His thumb pressed roughly down on your clit, index finger sinking knuckle-deep inside your pussy. You moaned, following Taehyung’s command, hanging your tongue out invitingly. “Please, sir, let me suck your cock.”

The younger boy took his time, however, lightly hitting your cheeks with his dick. He clicked his tongue, acting as if the whole process was a chore for him. “You just can’t get contented with one cock, hm?”

Jimin chuckled darkly, adding another finger in, curling them inwards to brush against your g-spot. You shuddered, bucking your hips to chase after the pleasure. He placed a hand firmly at your lower abdomen, holding you in place. His touch was fleeting, never truly hitting the spot, making you whine. “Tae, shut her up already.”

“With pleasure.”

Just as Taehyung pushed his cock in between your lips, Jimin wrapped his own lips around your clit, sucking harshly. Your moans sent vibrations all over Taehyung’s cock, making him let out a low groan. He kept pushing in, not stopping until he was entirely sheathed in your throat.

You tried focusing on breathing through your nose, but Jimin was making it difficult, fingers pumping in and out of you in a gradually fast pace, combined with his tongue sending fast licks on your clit. Taehyung groaned, wrapping a hand around your throat and pressing his thumb at the center of it. He could feel his cock against the tight area, pressing his thumb down lightly.

Ignoring the slight gag you let out, he pulled his hips back, only to plunge his cock back in. Even after doing this numerous times, you still weren’t used to the sheer size of him. It was a struggle to open your jaw wide enough to accommodate his girth, and it was more of a struggle to breathe with his cock jammed in your windpipe.

Choked gasps and moans reverberated around Taehyung. Jimin started dipping his tongue in and out of your pussy, slurping your wetness up noisily. He clutched your thighs, hooking them above his shoulders to bring you closer to him.

You were already starting to feel lightheaded from the pleasure on both ends. Taehyung wasn’t holding back, fucking your mouth with his hand still wrapped around your throat. Saliva and tears ran down your face, your body sticky with fluids.

“You said she can take anal, right?” Jimin pulled away from your cunt, a string of your fluids still connected to his tongue.

“Yeah,” Taehyung moaned out, pace not breaking. “You should try her mouth first. It feels so warm.” He said it so casually, like talking about sharing food.

He pulled out, leaving you in a coughing fit. His dick was coated in spit, hard against his stomach. Jimin discarded his boxers and took his place in Taehyung’s previous spot. Pre-cum spilled from the head of his cock, just as much as Taehyung’s. Even through your fucked out haze, you managed to smirk; you were the reason these boys were so turned on. In a way, you were still on top of it all.

“Did you fuck her brains out? I think you broke her,” Jimin narrowed his eyes at you. Taehyung scoffed, rummaging through your bedside drawer. You couldn’t take a proper look, but you knew there was something in his hand. Jimin glowered above you, “I’ll give you something to smile about.”

His dick was shorter in length compared to Taehyung’s, but his girth made up for it. He was impressively thick, sporting a delicious curve. You licked your lips, only adding to the wet mess on your face. He placed his cock in between your lips, thrusting in slowly, in contrast to Taehyung a while ago. “Prep her for me.”

“Way ahead of you,” Taehyung whispered. There was a generous amount of lube coating his fingers. You flinched when he pressed against your rim, the lube initially cold. “Don’t worry baby, it heats up. Gotta get you nice and opened up for us hm? Relax for me.”

You hummed around Jimin’s cock, thoughts already too foggy to catch onto Taehyung’s every word. Jimin was fucking your mouth nice and slow, taking his time to savor you. It allowed you to have control more – to press your tongue onto his cock as best you can, the angle making it more difficult. You hollowed your cheeks out, swallowing around him whenever his tip hit the back of your throat.

“How are we gonna do this, Tae?” Taehyung looked up from his work, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. “How’s the fucking gonna go down?”

At this point, your boyfriend already had a finger in you, just slipping in another one. He scissored them slowly, giving you time to adjust. He was so focused on stretching you out properly that he almost didn’t catch Jimin calling him again. “Y-yeah, I don’t really know. Take your dick out for a second, yeah?”

Jimin complied, pulling out and tapping your lips with it. Taehyung’s voice was low, “How do you want us to fuck you, sweetheart? Jiminie here wants your ass, while I’m contented with that sweet pussy of yours. Who do you want first?”

You cleared your throat. It felt so raw after all the fucking, your voice barely a croak. “Both of you.”

They stared at you with wide eyes, Taehyung’s fingers stilling inside you. Jimin was first to break the silence, “At the same time?”

You nodded, to which Taehyung slapped your pussy with his other hand. “Words, disrespectful slut,” he growled.

“I want both your cocks in me, sir,” you purred out. The idea of having them in you at the same time made you clench at nothing, Taehyung noticing it and smirking.

He waved Jimin over to his side, the two boys watching in awe as he stretched you out. Taehyung managed to squeeze in a third finger, making you moan out loud. “Condoms or no? I’m clean, but if that’s how you guys do it, then I’m cool with it.”

“No need,” Taehyung grunted, slipping all his fingers out. You moaned, already feeling empty. “We’re both clean, so no need to worry, hyung. Help me get her up. I’ve prepped her enough.”

Together, they slowly helped you into a sitting position, thighs spread apart. Jimin sat behind, while Taehyung was in front, effectively sandwiching you. You could feel both their cocks - Taehyung’s pressed against your stomach, and Jimin’s in between your ass cheeks. “Color?”

“Green. Fucking get in me, Tae!” you practically yelled. Though he lost his dominant facade, the way you commanded him only turned him on more. You gave out a vibe more of an impatient dom than a bratty sub; it made him question if he was still the sub here all along, only liberated because of his mistress’s wishes.

Pursing his lips together, he guided his cock to your pussy, filling you up in one thrust. You threw your head back in a moan, arching into Jimin. Taehyung groaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. Jimin took the opportunity to lay a trail of wet kisses from your shoulder to your neck, stopping to whisper at your earlobe. “Hold yourself open for me, baby.”

You let go of Taehyung, sliding your arms back to grip your ass. Spreading your cheeks with trembling fingers, you waited for Jimin to enter you.

Without even a second passing, his tip was pressing against your rim. He pushed in slowly, entranced by the way you stretched around the head of his cock. You clenched involuntarily around Taehyung, making him whine. “Hyung, hurry up. I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You should’ve went easy on the face fucking,” Jimin grumbled out, though he slid in the rest of his cock, still careful not to hurt you. Once your ass was sitting snug against the base of his cock, the three of you moaned out in unison.

You felt so full, two huge cocks stretching both holes. Incomprehensible words stumbled from your mouth, mind reduced to mush when they started moving. The bed creaked under your weight, slow groans matching yours. The build-up of pleasure was too much, from Jimin’s skillful tongue on you to Taehyung’s slender fingers stretching you out beforehand. Your fingers slipped from their hold, arms giving out along with the rest of your body.

Taehyung caught you in time. He wrapped his arms around your waist and back, not only bringing your torso closer to him, but also making your ass jut out more for Jimin. His hyung let a moan out in content, bringing his palm down your ass. You whined, slightly rocking your hips back and forth to match their thrusts.

Slowly, their thrusts grew faster, rougher. The pleasure was so mind-numbing, you couldn’t do anything else but to take what they gave you. Head slung over Taehyung’s shoulder, drool dripped off the corners of your mouth. You took in a sharp breath after one particularly hard thrust from Taehyung, ass and pussy clenching around both cocks.

“Shit, baby, keep doing that,” Jimin groaned. “So tight, so tight. Doing so good for us hm? You wanna cum?”

The only word that made it through the haze in your mind was “cum”, enough for you to understand. You shook your head eagerly, letting out desperate “uh-huh’s” ending in moans. “What do you do before you come, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you mewled. Unsatisfied, Jimin pinched your ass cheek, soon rubbing his thumb soothingly over the red mark. “You can do better than that.”

“Come, sir, I want - I want. Ple-ase. Let me, please. I want-”

“Do it properly, or you’re not coming at all tonight. Use your big girl words.”

Taking a deep breath, you let the sentence out as best you can in one breath, “Please, sir’s, I want to come, please let me cum.”

Taehyung squeezed your sides lightly, a sign of his approval. Jimin ran his hands through your hair gently, in contrast to the sharp snaps of his hips. He leaned closer, whispering a quick “come, baby” before watching you shudder as your orgasm ripped through you.

They fucked your through your orgasm, holding your spasming body upright. Taehyung hissed when you dug your nails into the sides of his thighs, going in so deep you knew they will still be slightly visible even until next week. You were clamping down so hard on them that they stilled for a moment, taking in the feeling of your walls all around them.

They could feel the outline of each other’s cocks through the fleshy barrier, the realization driving them closer to the edge. Taehyung was the first to come, shooting his load against your cervix. With the last bit of strength in you, you clenched around him, desperately trying to keep his cum inside. Jimin felt the pressure from your walls just as much as Taehyung did, sending him over the edge.

For a while, the whole room was filled with your irregular breathing. You were so spent you couldn’t even open your eyes. Your hearing was slightly muffled, so you had no idea what the boys were talking about - if they’re talking.

Jimin was first to pull out, having more left over stamina. Your hole twitched, still slightly open from his massive size. Cum dripped down from your ass, the older boy sitting back on his thighs, mesmerized by it.

“Hyung,”

He look towards Taehyung, who looked equally as fucked out as you. Hyuna was right calling him baby boy. The thought of him being dominant towards you almost seemed impossible if it weren’t for him witnessing it first hand. Maybe you’d get back at him; Jimin didn’t know.

“Do you want me to get her for you?”

“I’ll just-” he took his time to catch his breath. Your boyfriend rubbed your back soothingly, seeing that your thighs were still quivering post-orgasm. “I’ll just get us some water.”

Carefully, Jimin lifted you off Taehyung - and in turn, his cock- to let you lay on him. You whined, feeling uncomfortably empty and sticky. Their cum was starting to spill out of you, making a mess on your inner thighs. Shakily, Taehyung got off the bed and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He went up to you, kissing your cheek. “Baby? You did so well for us tonight. Taetae’s just gonna get you some water, okay? Jimin hyung’s here for you, so if you need anything, just ask him, okay? I’ll be right back.”

When Taehyung left the room, Jimin gently propped you in a more comfortable position. You could feel him get off the bed as well, making you frown. It was getting cold very quickly, you were getting irritable, and they just disappeared. You couldn’t think straight, but all you knew was that you were alone.

Suddenly, a warm, damp cloth pressed against your heat. Fingers threaded through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. “I’m sorry, I had to find something to clean you up with,” Jimin’s voice was soft, calming. “I’m here now. I’m so proud of you.”

Taehyung arrived soon after, carrying two glasses of water, new bedsheets slung over his arm. Jimin cradled you, tilting your head up so you could drink. Taehyung offered him the other glass, which he gladly accepted. “Hyung, can you carry her up for bit? I’m gonna change the sheets real quickly.”

“Sure.”

After the boys got you cleaned up, a new pair of panties on you and Taehyung’s t-shirt, they began to sort themselves out. Luckily, Taehyung’s clothes fit Jimin as much as they fit you. Although Jimin initially insisted to go home, Taehyung convinced him to stay the night at his place. Now fresh and dehydrated, the three of you were back on the bed.

“Cuddle,” you murmured, more of a command instead of a request. Taehyung chuckled spooning you on his side. Still, you felt something missing. Sleepily, you opened an eye slightly, looking for Jimin. He was next to you, still sitting cross-legged awkwardly. He noticed the both of you staring at him, his face turning red. “W-what?”

“She said she wants to cuddle,” Taehyung smiled at him, a soft smile getting the message across: It was okay.

He laid down, hugging you from your other side. He thought about how cute your relationship was, how perfect you are for each other. He didn’t know if the subdrops were common for you, but he found it endearing how much Taehyung coddled you when it happened. He looked over at Taehyung, finding him with the same far-away look he had, before the younger met his eyes.

“Thank you for tonight,” Jimin whispered. He didn’t know what else to say. Taehyung lifted his hand towards his arm, giving it a squeeze. Between them, you slept warm and contented. Everything felt in its place, and he went to sleep knowing so.

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