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deanirae · 4 years ago

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Can you get it inside your head I’m tired of dancing?

post 8.07 pre 8.08] crack/angst past turned unrequited deancas, implied deanbenny 2,4k [x]

The sun, also currently known as bitch, has got some serious nerve to sit where it always does, not upside down and nine miles to the left as it frankly should on this memorable fuckhat day. Where is the End of Days when it's really called for? When it should be really nigh?

Dean flips the front mirror panel down not to have to deal with at least that one disappointment. He can still see Cas's half-constipated, half-abandoned and kicked in its fluffy ass puppy face in the mercilessly annoying reflection. The obvious choice would be to not grace it with anything right now, but A – he's the one driving so his eyes can't wander off pretty far, especially in the barely sunlit grayness – and B – on his left, Sam is currently roleplaying a twelve year old girl that has her big emotional introspection accompanied by listening to Sarah McLahlan because her mean parents wouldn't let her buy ebola from the internet. Or something.

Point is, he's three hours into ostentatiously moping, trying to quietly terrorize Dean into making peace with Cas on the fly so it won't be awkward and problematique for him anymore. To Sam, Dean is just too inconvenient anytime he's inconvenient. And that, by order of nature herself, demands immediate and final stopping and ballot recounting also.

And Dean's point is, that it's not gonna happen anytime soon.

And Cas's point – assuming he’s still remotely capable of making those – seems to be dead-set on that 50:50 face thing. And Dean regrets briefly glancing; with more or less the same intensity he regrets his whole life on the crap weather days his bones hurt harder than it should be legal.

Sam, in his hemhorroidal disturbance, reaches out to the tape deck and attempts to put anything on, but Dean feels like exactly zero of his tapes right now, so he swats Sam's hand off with a loud smack. Judging from the faces he gets for that, it's gotta be resonating in their heads a lot.

It's gonna be a long ride to Lousiana, way longer and more exhausting than the freshly puked from Purgatory one. In fact, the closer they get to Lafayette, the more tired he is and they won't start working the vetalas case until tomorrow night because apparently hanging around clubs on fridays is the new hanging downside of trees or whatever cool thing it was vetalas were doing before the rise of the all you can eat buffet of horny dicks certain they're gonna get reverse cowgirls for a two dollar drink. Or reverse cowboys. Fucking cheapskates. Some of them do have it coming. But in severe STDs, not in this.

In itself, waiting for the actual hunt really doesn't need to be a problem. It's just that Sam and Cas are fucked-bent on having it be one because—

“I said I'm going to stay with you and join you on hunts,” Cas finally snaps. „There's no need for this 'backup' as you call it, Dean.”

—Because that.

“Don't air quote it, man,” Dean mutters wearily, because of course Cas air quoted it.

“And there is absolutely no need for you to sleep in a vampire's camping truck when we have plenty of motels to pick from,” Cas rants on, zero deterred and plus ten determined, clearly not tuning into Dean's I don't wanna discuss that vibe.

Annnd because that too, yeah.

“Well I donno, I sure didn't want us to look like some sort of a hookup site for salvation army fashionistas threesome. You'll thank me later. Or you can do it now and shut up when you're done, how's that.”

“A vampire,” Sam interrupts his polished bitchface just to whine it out, which has to be peak brotherly care by his modern standards.

“You two asshats had no problem leaving me in vamp-vegas for a goddamn year,” Dean growls. “I am an adult adult and I need some me-time that isn't you time. And I'm gonna have awesome time while I'm at it. Sue me if that's a crime. Bother my lawyer.”

“You don’t have a lawyer”, says Sam.

“Aren’t you kind of a lawyer?” Dean remembers suddenly. “Or at least close enough for you two to bother each other and not me?”

“No, didn’t get to get there yet, thanks to you,” Sam mutters, also suddenly remembering the past life of his that was never meant to be.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Dean whines. “Did I set your girlfriend on fire?”

“Fuck off.”

“I thought you missed me,” as if triggered by the word fuck, Cas drops the bomb with an evenness in his voice which hints at many things but Dean's brain is too stop-record screech to dissect them right now.

“What?” he blurts out, confused and affronted both.

“I thought you missed me,” Cas repeats, lower and harder like Dean's a stupid cat that won't spit out what it's chewing.

“Cas, I really don't wanna do this.”

“You kept praying to me to come back, Dean. After you were out of Purgatory. I heard you. Those were quite some prayers. Now you're putting yourself in real danger just to stay away from me. I don’t understand.”

Sam just stares at Dean, the always most helpful thing on the planet that he is. Thanks, Sam. Dean stares at the road. Cas stares daggers through the back of Dean's head. Poor Baby can't just leave this situation so she just keeps on rollin’. Nobody wins that day.

“That was before you told me you were lying your ass off just to kick me out last minute. Your subscription for my prayers and personal Jesus license have now expired, by the way. Like, the fuck does talking to you even do?”

“Fine!” Castiel snaps, so close to throwing his hands in the air for a grand effect but luckily thinking better of it since he's in a car that has a roof among other things. “I understand that you're angry—” he tries to start over, calmer, after a self-collecting breath.

“No, you don't,” Dean mutters.

“But you can't risk your life in the stupidest available way just to get back at me, Dean. Not after everything I've done to make sure you come back safe.”

Well at least he didn't include Sam in that „saving” part.

“You were there, man. You know Benny never double crossed me or you. What the exact fuck is your problem with him?”

A very angry squint-frown precedes the actual answer.

“You were his ticket to Earth. Now your life doesn't hold the same value.”

“Thanks, Cas. That's really swee—”

“You know that's not what I meant, Dean,” Cas growls in a tone that's clearly a final warning.

So final even Sam and his high horse must have heard since he steps in to defuse Cas.

“Cas, I'm not a fan of saying it, but Benny isn't a threat to Dean. I think the guy is kinda trying to settle,” he offers.

Dean smiles a little bit.

“See, Cas?”

“But I'm worried he might have more vamps trying to take him down because he pissed off every fang that ever knew him and then some. This is actual danger, Dean.”

“What?!” Castiel explodes in unbridled rage.

“Sam, have you ever wondered where do snitches go after they die?”

“Dean, you know I'm serious.”

“Ditches,” Dean concludes.

“When exactly were you going to tell me this?” Castiel asks coldly. “After you get killed by vampire avengers?”

“They're all taken care of, Cas. No mean jokes this time. Relax.”

“With your Winchester luck? I doubt it.”

“Oh, come on. It's not like you wouldn't bring me back even if something did happen.”

“Yes, even twice because first I would have personally destroyed you for being so reckless.”

“I know you would.”

“Guys,” Sam tries to placate, “we should all calm down and rethink how to handle it safely. It's not a good time for some jilted lovers tiff”, he begs.

Dean frowns then makes mocking faces at him to communicate that he's being a fucking douche.

“You're a fucking jilted lovers tiff,” he decides.

“We had sex, Dean,” Castiel states accusatorily.

Little does he know, he just broke Sam beyond repair. Now that the cat is out of the bag, the only thing Dean can do is to straighten some things out.

“Once,” he says, raising a finger to accentuate his point. “Cas was sure we were gonna die in the morning. We didn't, but there never was a follow up on that, so,” Dean shrugs.

“You weren't interested.”

“Says you,” Dean huffs. “I’m sorry, do you know me? Being interested in sex is in my top five pasttimes. You behaved like a brick on the other hand and I don’t know how to read concrete.”

“I don’t want to be here, good fucking God,” Sam finally yelps after a successful reboot of his brain.

Dean’s pretty sure nobody wants to be in this car right now and the only goddamn thing that could potentially make him ‘special’ right now is the fact currently Sam’s probably the only person in the Impala who has not lain his mouth on Cas’s dick. Hopefully.

Funnily enough, Cas could easily poof out without lethal injuries, but he’s dead set on staying, judging from the frown on his face that looks like a stock market crash diagram.

“I didn’t exactly see you giving me any signs.”

And set on having this conversation.

“I’m not a cat, I don’t go into heats, Cas. Can we talk about it somewhere more private? Later? Cuz everybody here wants to fucking die right now.”

“Private?” Cas asks. “If you want privacy to talk then why do you refuse to book a room with me?”

“We don’t need to share a room to have a conversation. Unless what you want it to end with is getting back on track with that last night on Earth thing we had that one time.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sam cries.

“Grow up and stow your crap, Sam,” Cas says unexpectedly before Dean could even bother to serve anything in a similar note.

Dean is so thrown off his equilibrium by that he puts the car to an abrupt halt. Only because he’s too deeply wired to not crash the Impala into the first available so he won’t accidentally kill Sam.

That is, if Cas’s words haven’t obliterated him already. He glances at him, just in case. Speechless as holily commanded by the celestial – potentially horny – wrath from the back seat, but at least he’s still breathing.

“Um,” he says, because someone’s gotta, because he’s still the big brother in this demented equation. “Cas, what the fuck was that?”

“Should you, of all people, really need me to be this blunt – now that the worst affairs have been settled, we could pick up where we left off, and hopefully reach a mutual understanding regarding the nature of our relationship so that doubt no longer hinders you. If it’s still something that interests you, of course. Would that be clear and direct enough, Dean?”

Well, that was… long? Long enough citations are probably needed, but, uh, yeah. S’ gotta be addressed immediately or else.

“Cas, that was 2010 and we have 2012 now.”

“It was 2012 when you prayed to me in Purgatory and it was 2012 four days ago. Granted, your feelings towards me might be very complicated, but I still can sense and read your longing,” Cas says with a weary sigh.

“Stop smelling my longing,” Dean responds with a wearier one. “And I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“But I should explain myself to you.”

“I’m real fed up with your explanations, you know that? And we don’t got time for that, either. We need to get to Lafayette because we got a case waiting to get solved.”

“It’s because he’s waiting there for you, isn’t it,” Cas says sadly; not a question. A statement.

Dean doesn’t need to respond. Doesn’t feel like it, too.

Yeah. It’s good to actually have someone waiting for you; someone there.

Maybe it’s not that complicated, after all. Maybe it doesn’t have to be.

Dean starts the car. He’s got a place to go to.

The sound apparently wakes Sam from his stupor. His bright idea of the day, he turns the radio on before the awkward silence can make the universe inside of the Impala collapse on itself and on all three of them. Too late for Dean to react now; might as well get a load of the weather report.

In the back seat, Cas flicks his wrist subtly and the monotone voice sharply cuts off into static for a moment and the frequency bar moves elsewhere on its’ – or rather, Cas’s – own. Some solitary synthesiser-made sounds drop one after another like tiny steps and Dean realizes he definitely has heard this song before at some point in his life as eighties one hit wonders ain’t no strangers to him. Oh well. Might as well not get any of the wea—

Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love… Can you hear me?

Is he fucking kidding?!

Came back only yesterday, I’m moving farther away.... Want you near me…

“Are you fucking kidding?” Dean cries out, incredulous.

Tries to turn the radio off but it just won’t die.

All I needed was the love you gave— “You want melodramatic? I’ll give you melodramatic.” —All I needed for another day — Dean reaches out for his phone and starts typing angrily — and all I ever knew, only you.

He puts on good ol’ Fish and hopes it’s gonna be louder than Cas’s synth-pop loving. And starts driving towards where he wants to be cause he’s tired of dancing.

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namjuicyy · 5 years ago

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The Contract - Chapter 14 [FINAL]

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Genre: Fluff, smut, angst.

Genre of this part: Angst, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 4.6k.

Summary: Your life is turned upside down when a contract is pushed your way. But what happens if you sign it?

WARNINGS: Mentions of previous threesomes, foursomes and gangbangs; semi-public sex; threesome in the kitchen; sub! Reader; dom! Jin; dom! Yoongi; oral sex (m and f receiving); degradation; orgasm denial; dark-ass fantasy confession; non-condom vaginal sex; (I say this because some people forgot that ___ was on the pill the whole time); anal sex; double penetration;

The world looked brighter whenever you woke up in the morning, especially when there was a pair of arms wrapped around you first thing. Everyone treated you like a queen when you moved back to Korea, Big Hit included, given that as soon as you entered the boy’s apartment, there was a profound letter of apology waiting for you, along with the offer of returning to your old job with more money than what you were paid before. No doubt it was them buying you off and trying to keep you quiet, but honestly you couldn’t care less. You had a job and some independence and that was what you cared about the most in terms of the company.

They had, in the same envelope, posted another contract for the eight of you to look over, amend and sign. Though no one was impressed by the timing of their company – or even their actions. Jin more so than everyone else. As soon as you announced to the apartment that you’d received a second contract, Jin stood, took it from your hands, and tore it up in front of his seven flatmates, symbolically throwing the torn sheets over his shoulder and smiling his signature grin. “This piece of shit caused enough trouble the first time.” He claimed as it snowed paper behind him. “We’re not signing it again. No one’s going to be bound by contract here; we’re going to trust each other one hundred per cent. She’s our girlfriend. No girlfriend should have to sign a contract like that. We’ll take each day as it comes, yeah?”

Though some of the members weren’t particularly happy with Jin’s gesture (given that he went ahead and did what he wanted without consulting the rest of the members – though, they would have agreed with him anyway), they all agreed immediately. It worked for Dahee and GOT7, and it would work for them – they knew it. And so, your relationship had become less of a business deal and more of a love affair, something everyone felt more at ease about.

The room you once slept in and called your own was still yours, except you were no longer allowed a bed in there anymore. It had become your closet/private sitting area, and that was that. You were, now, basically ordered to bed hop between the members, dedicating a whole night to each of them and allowing them to wake up next to you; you in their arms or them in yours. And, honestly? This was a decision you were more than happy to go along with. You were still able to keep your own space, but you’d never be sleeping alone again, something you’d become upsettingly used to in the month you’d spent without them.

Namjoon never stopped apologising to you for what he did. Though the words “I’m sorry” never left his lips since his initial apology, he tried to make it up to you in everything he did. He would try and make you breakfast in bed when it was his bed you stayed in the night before; would whisper sweet nothings in your ear whenever he was near you; would find a way to always touch you even if it was unnecessary. He held you more often than he used to and was never shy in telling you how he felt about you, especially in the little card he wrote out on the flowers he sent you regularly. He was still beating himself up about it, even a month after you’d moved back. You kept telling him that it was okay, that he needn’t act like this. But, of course, he didn’t listen to you, and continued to shower you in his affection (and the odd expensive gift) so you knew just how loved you were.

It was in Namjoon’s arms you woke one morning, feeling his large body pressed up against yours. He never used to spoon like this, but since coming back to Korea he’d been all over you like a rash. Trying to get out of his grasp first thing in the morning, however, was a task. Namjoon had a strong grip, especially when it came to you, so trying to escape him was difficult when you didn’t want him to wake up. He’d been working himself extra hard this last week. In fact, he didn’t get home until five that morning. So, you needed him to sleep in as much as he could.

The kitchen smelled wonderful that morning, and upon turning the corner you saw why. Yoongi was in there, as he usually was first thing making breakfast for the whole house. He had a few side dishes already prepared; it was just the majority he needed to make. He grinned when he saw you, his gummy smile coming out at your dishevelled appearance and your bird’s nest that you used to call hair.

“Good morning.” You greeted him.

“You look like you slept well.”

“You’re not going to tease me, are you? It’s too early for that.”

“I would never tease you. The gremlin on your head on the other hand…”

“Yoongi.”

“Seriously, it looks like it has a life of its own.”

“I’m too tired for your bullshit.”

“Yeah but,” he walked over to you and gave you a kiss on your cheek, “you love me, and you know it.”

“I don’t love anyone first thing in the morning. Wait until I’ve got some food in me then I might see how I feel about you.”

“Good morning!” Jin’s voice was bright and bubbly behind you, a refreshed look on his face as if he’d been up hours and had the chance to groom himself before. You knew different, however. Kim Seokjin was just annoyingly perfect.

“I don’t see what’s so good about it.” You grumbled, letting your head fall onto the counter in tired despair.

“Oh dear. Does the bad mood you’re in have anything to do with the monster on your head?”

“Seokjin!”

Yoongi laughed. “Looks like a gremlin.”

Jin, “It does! We should simply call it that.”

“What? Gremlin?”

“Yeah.” Jin moved forward to stroke your hair but stopped when Yoongi told him to.

“I wouldn’t, Hyung. You don’t know if it bites.”

“Who? Gremlin or ___?”

“The mood she’s in, I’d venture to say both.”

The two men laughed, making you lift your head and shoot them both a dirty look in annoyance. Jin tutted. “Oh, Angel. You know we’re only playing with you.” He walked round behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on… well, on Gremlin.

“Have we not been taking good care of you, is that it?” Yoongi asked, in the same tone as Jin. They were soft with you, but still teasing you; talking to you like you were in subspace.

“Well, she hasn’t been taking good care of me, Yoongi-ah.”

“She hasn’t?”

“Last time she touched me was two months ago. And Namjoon burst into my room before I came. I think I’m owed an orgasm, don’t you, Angel?”

His grip on your waist tightened and pulled you into his body, making you feel just how much he wanted you by the erection pressing into your back. His breathing had deepened, and his mouth was so close to your ear you could feel everything that came out of it; his words, is breath. Jin almost always woke up hard.

“I don’t owe you jack.” You let your inner brat out, curious to see how both men would react to it. Jin was a dom through and through – a soft one, but a dom, nonetheless. And Yoongi was mainly a sub, and you’d never seen him dom before, but even in his eyes you saw a flicker of something that made him want to put you in your place. All three of you knew you didn’t owe anyone anything. But it never hurt to play.

“Excuse me?”

“I think she’s talking back to you, Hyung.” Yoongi played along, stopping cooking and giving the scene his full attention.

“That just won’t do, will it?”

“No, Hyung. She needs to be punished.”

“On your knees.” You did as you were told. “Get him hard.”

Yoongi moved towards you, taking orders from Jin like the good boy you knew him to be. But he wasn’t your good boy right now. He had intentions of fucking you up, just like Jin did, and you knew it. Yoongi took his cock out of his pants, barely pushing his trousers down allowing only his cock to become exposed. He wasn’t hard, not yet. But you knew exactly which buttons to press to make sure he played to your tune. Jin disappeared, you were only aware of this due to the sounds of his footsteps disappearing. In the meantime, you focussed on the man in front of you.

Your tongue came to lick the underside of his cock, gently licking from the base to the tip, ghosting your muscle over his flesh. That earned a little groan from him. Your fingers came up to play with his balls, gently massaging them. Toying with him, teasing him was the best way to get him hard, and within seconds of barely-there touches, he was putty in your hands, bucking into your grasp and trying to get himself off using you. Of course, you couldn’t do anything as Jin had only ordered you to get him hard. He said nothing about getting him off.

Which was a good thing as when Jin came back, he began to assert his authority immediately. “Yoongi-ah, on the counter. Angel’s gonna suck you off nice and good, aren’t you, Angel?” You stood and nodded, but that didn’t seem like a good enough answer for him. He gently spanked you. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Jin.”

“Good girl. Now, put your pretty little mouth around him and suck.”

You did as you were told and took Yoongi in your mouth and sucked him like he liked, your hands coming up and wrapping around his length where your mouth wouldn’t reach. Behind you, you could feel Jin moving your pliant body to where he wanted it. He pulled your sleeping shorts off you and made your legs were spread apart as soon as your pussy was bare. He knelt behind you, and soon enough you felt his tongue ravishing your cunt, sucking on your clit and annihilating you with his plush lips and his killer tongue. His hands were on your ass, spreading it apart and giving him better access to your pussy, and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

This was the first time since being back that you’d had anything sexual happen to you. The boys had been, once again, too busy with everything to even think about popping a boner – or if they had they just dealt with it themselves in the shower to save time. But regular one-on-one sex had become less frequent since they all shared you the first time. As you all lived in a tiny apartment, privacy was hard to come by meaning that any time someone was balls deep in you and you were both caught, you’d find yourself pleasing upwards of two cocks at any time. But you certainly couldn’t complain about being tag teamed at any point as the extra excitement meant you’d never have a monotonous, boring sex life.

You couldn’t deny how wonderful you felt in that moment, bent at the waist with Jin’s tongue on your cunt and Yoongi’s cock in your mouth. The little moans coming out of Yoongi’s mouth as you sucked him in the kitchen made you even wetter for Jin to play with. And soon enough you could feel the build-up of your orgasm – that familiar tingling in your cunt that made your hips move of their own accord. You knew Jin wouldn’t let you cum that easily – but you couldn’t help it when your hips bucked into his face, silently begging for the release you desperately needed. Though knowing what Jin was going to do, you still found yourself shocked that he went through with it; whining around Yoongi’s cock as your orgasm begins to fade away.

“Now you know how it feels, Angel.” He tells you smugly.

“I knew how it felt long before you did.” You shot back. You felt Jin’s hand come down hard on your arse, the very first time he’d done that. You moaned loudly at the sting.

“Watch your mouth.” His voice has become deep and soft but laced with a warning. You hadn’t ever seen Jin’s dark side – you were convinced that he didn’t have one. But there he was, cautioning you on your behaviour and as much as you wanted to push him, something inside you told you that it would be best not to. That he would be more dangerous than Hobi.

“Sorry, Jin.”

“Good girl. You’re going to behave yourself, aren’t you?” He asked pulling you up and away from Yoongi’s cock (with a moan from Yoongi, of course). Jin pulled the rest of your nightclothes off you leaving you fully exposed in the kitchen. He wrapped his hand around your throat and moved his lips to your ear, licking and sucking the flesh to further turn you on. Yoongi hopped off the counter and ran his fingers across your slit, feeling just how wet you were for them. His middle finger focussed on your clit, making you buck against him as Jin held you back by your throat, his second hand holding you back at the waist.

“Look at you,” Yoongi began, “bucking into my hand like the needy slut you are.” He pushed two fingers inside you. “You’re about to be fucked in the middle of the kitchen – and anyone could walk in and see you.” You clenched and he felt it. “Filthy whore.”

“She loves that idea, Yoongi-ah. She loves being used.”

“I’d love to tie her up, Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm. Strap her arms behind her back and tie her legs wide open. Bring the members home and watch them use her until they’re done.” Once again, you clenched but this time you let out an involuntary moan. “Do you want that, baby? Yeah? You want to be used as our own fuck toy?”

“Yes.” You moaned.

“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes!”

“She loved being used last time.” Jin commented. “Remember when we all took turns on her? How much cock and cum she took?”

Yoongi, “I loved that. Loved watching her tight little cunt getting destroyed. I wanna do it again. I wanna share her with the members but have her completely helpless against us next time.”

“We could go and get them?”

“No. Let’s keep her for ourselves this time.”

All the while Yoongi still had his fingers inside you, stretching you open for him. His movements got rougher and rougher the longer the two were talking, sort of ignoring you but still playing with you at the same time. The fact that they were talking over you like you didn’t matter was, in an odd way, a turn on. You gasped when you felt Jin’s lubed finger poke at your ass, entering your second hole and surprising you. You didn’t realise that was why he left you alone with Yoongi, but it made sense when he began to stretch you open. His hands were much gentler than Yoongi’s but that was simply because he needed to be.

Yoongi had your hands digging into his shoulders at the pleasure he was giving you, his fingers working vigorously to bring you to the brink of orgasm. Like Jin, when he knew you were close, he pulled out, leaving you so empty you whimpered at the feeling. You grabbed hold of Yoongi’s hand and put his fingers in your mouth, looking him in his eyes as you sucked yourself off his hand, treating his fingers as if it was his cock, making a low groan sound from the back of his throat. Your own moan came when you felt Jin’s second finger enter your asshole, wet and feeling amazing.

“Fuck, Hyung. I can’t wait anymore.”

Yoongi lifted your leg and opened yourself up to him, keeping your hands on his shoulders to steady himself. He lined his cock up to your entrance and pushed himself inside you, gradually burying himself until he was sheathed fully. You watched his brows furrow and his teeth take his bottom lip in between them as he pushed himself all the way in, holding back those moans you know and love purely because he was focussing on not cumming straight away. Yoongi’s lips – once he was inside you – crashed onto yours, his tongue immediately finding its way inside your mouth and caging you in a heated kiss. He needed to move, he wanted to move, but he could feel you clenching around him and if he did move, he’d have blown his load all too soon. Not only could he feel you, he could feel Jin’s fingers every now and then, adding a little extra pleasure he hadn’t felt before. At this point, Jin had added his third and final finger and was gearing up to replace them with his cock. And when he did you couldn’t quite believe the stretch.

“Oh shit!” Jin moaned.

“Hyung, you’re making her tighter.”

You’d only had anal a handful of times and had only been double penetrated the once. The last time Taehyung was in your cunt and Namjoon was in your ass – two of the three biggest cocks in Bangtan ruining your body at the same time. Yoongi was big, of course, but he wasn’t the biggest in the group, meaning that feeling them both at the same time wasn’t as bad as taking both Namjoon and Yoongi. The stretches felt good - mind blowing. And the more they thrust inside you, the more you could feel your brain turning to mush. All you could think about was them, their cocks inside you, Jin’s hand playing with your clit, and the sounds of both of their groans and moans as they felt amazing.

“Jin!” You screamed as you felt him thrust harder into you. Yoongi’s thrusts getting just as rough. Each of them had worked up the perfect rhythm making you sing just the way they wanted you to. “Yoongi! Fuck. I’m… cum… please!”

“Cum for us, Angel.” Jin told you. He added more pressure onto your clit and began to rub faster. Upon the explosion of your orgasm, you leant forward, your body convulsing in on itself and forcing you to fall on top of Yoongi. Your hands moved from his shoulders (where your head had placed itself) and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him without realising it. All the while, two of your boyfriends fucked you through your orgasm, never letting up until they were sure you had finished.

“Good girl.” Yoongi praised. “S-such a good – fuck – girl. Gonna cum inside you, yeah?” You nodded. “Gonna fill you up nicely. Fuck you full of my cum. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He came hard, surprised at his legs for holding him upright like that.

Jin took the opportunity when Yoongi pulled out of you, wiping his cock quickly with the towel he brought before shoving it into your cunt and fucking into you at a faster pace than usual. You could tell he was close and soon enough he exploded inside of you, his cum mixing with Yoongi’s and dripping onto the kitchen floor especially when he pulled out of you.

By the end, all three of you were left leaning up against something in the kitchen to stop yourselves from falling over and breathing like you’d just ran a marathon. You didn’t realise just how much you needed that until after, and you were pretty sure the guys didn’t either. When some blood had returned to their brains, they moved towards you and began to press soft kisses all over your body making you giggle at the feeling of it.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You left no room for refusal, ordering every single member home and to sit in the living room. They were confused and, in Yoongi’s case, massively disgruntled given that you’d disrupted his work hours. You were nervous beyond belief, shaking. You felt like walking out and not coming back but Dahee’s voice in the back of your head kept telling you to woman up and get on with it.

Namjoon, “What’s going on, baby?”

Jin, “Has something happened?”

Jungkook, “Oh God, the public don’t know we’re back together, do they?”

You, “No, no, no. Nothing like that.”

Hobi, “Well then stop pacing, baby girl, and tell us what’s wrong.”

You stopped pacing like you were told and looked at them. “There’s no easy way for me to say this. I don’t even know how to say this. I’ve never been put in this kind of position before. I don’t even know how this is going to work going forward, I mean, how would people even do this? I don’t even know if we’re going to get through this I-”

Yoongi, “___. Just tell us. Out with it.”

Jimin, “Rip the band aid off.”

You nodded. “Okay… here goes.” You let out a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Hello, my lovelies!

So, that was the Contract! I’d wanted to write something like this for a while. I tried to an age ago (everyone who’s been here for a while will know an attempt was made), but I just couldn’t get it right. It seriously stressed me out and I had to quit. But then I got the inspiration for this and I had to write it, and I can’t quite believe just how much of a positive reception it’s had. I cannot thank you enough.

I also can’t thank you enough for the amount of support I’ve received since beginning this story in March! You have no idea how grateful I am for your understanding and tolerance of my unpredictable schedules and my need for you guys to like the title tweet to unlock the next chapter. (Sorry about that, but I ain’t changing.)

The next story is going to be another long one, and very interesting so please look forward to that. I’ll be sending out the announcement tweet for it very soon. I’m also going to be trying out some new things with the next story and seeing how it goes:

The first new thing I’m going to be doing is, instead of using a tag list like I normally do, I’m going to be adding everyone who wants to be notified of the updates into a group chat. Similarly to what @ratedbangtann’s been doing for the last chapter of Mafia (an amazing fic by the way, if you haven’t read it what have you been doing?)

But I’m also going to be selecting two people for a SEPARATE group chat and they’re going to be my BETA readers. These two people will be chosen at random and will be with me for the entire story to read each chapter before it’s released to help me iron out any issues I have with it. Simply because I write to much and I can’t remember what I’ve already written sometimes, what plots I’ve gone for etc. Also, to possibly help me choose where to go with the story if I’m having issues? I don’t know exactly what the BETA readers job will be, I just know that I could do with some. These will be exclusively on Twitter as that’s the main account I use, but obviously the story will be posted on my Wattpad and Tumblr as well.

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lil-papaya-tifosi · 6 years ago

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A/N: Hey there! So, we already posted this but we noticed its now blocked, even though written stuff is supposed to be ok. So, here it is again. We have more things we’re working on so stay tuned!

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin Office! au

Word count: 5,060

Warnings: Dirty talk, blow job, fingering, semi-public sex, threesome, double penetration, Hard Dom! Taehyung, Soft Dom! Jimin, Sub! Reader

Summary: Office gossip spreads quickly. When one of the geekiest guys in the office hears you making fun of him and his friend, they decide to prove you wrong.

You sit at your desk, rubbing your eyes, taking a break from staring at the computer screen. “Miss Y/L/N, can I see you in my office?” Your boss, Mr. Kim said. You sigh, knowing if he’s calling you into his office it’s anything but good. “Yes, sir.” You say, standing up and straightening out your skirt and blouse before strutting to his office, a false sense of confidence shrouding you. You step into the office, and he closes the door behind you. You take a seat, and he circles around to his desk chair. “Y/N.” He sighs, fixing his hair slightly. “Namjoon.” You reply jokingly. You had to admit, you enjoyed being in his office, although it didn’t happen often. You two had been close friends for years, but once you got to work that had to change. He wasn’t allowed to show favoritism, so you both kept things professional around the other employees. “I’ve been getting complaints about you gossiping about some of your colleagues, is that true?” He asks seriously. “Joon, everyone gossips, you know that.” You reply, leaning back in the seat and crossing your legs. “Who was it, anyway?” “Well, Park Jimin said he overheard you and a few others talking about him and Kim Taehyung.” He says. Those bastards. The two dorkiest guys in the office. They didn’t talk to anyone except each other, and whenever approached by a female colleague, they’d freak out like school kids, dropping their paperwork with a yelp. “Those guys? Who doesn’t talk about them?” You chuckle. Namjoon looks at you, his face expressionless. “Y/N, you can’t do that anymore. Got it?” He says. You roll your eyes, nodding. “Yes, sir.” You say before standing up. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, want to come over later? Yoongi and Jin are coming over, we’re having a little party. You in?” He asks, completely slipping out of his boss persona. “You know it.” You smile, giving him a high five before leaving his office. The rest of the day passes by slowly, and you thank any god that exists when the clock hits 5 pm. You sigh in relief, shutting down your computer and packing your bag. You say your goodbyes to a few of the co-workers you tolerate, your heels clicking as you make your way to the exit, when you’re stopped by someone calling you. “Y/N! Miss Y/N! Wait!” You hear. You turn around, seeing Park Jimin waving his arms above his head. You sigh, rolling your eyes and turning to meet him. “Yes?” You ask, irritation laced into your voice. “Um, can we talk? In uh, in the break room?” He stutters, looking everywhere but your eyes. “Fine, but make it quick.” You sigh, following him to the room. He opens the door for you, and you see Taehyung sitting at the table, his hands folded. He doesn’t look like the normal Taehyung you know, though. His glasses are placed on the table in front of him, his normally slicked back, blond hair tousled, and his over sized jacket hanging on the back of his seat, along with his tie. You had to admit, he looked really good. You heard Jimin lock the door behind you, and watched as he walked around, closing the blinds around the room. The whole time you felt Taehyung’s gaze on you, and you were very confused. “Y/N, sit down.” Taehyung says, his voice octaves lower than normal. “Um, okay.” You say nervously. You sit down in the seat across from him, watching Jimin as he paces towards the seat next to Taehyung. He takes his glasses off, messing up his soft crimson hair. He slides his jacket off, and you watch as his fingers loosen his tie, pulling it off and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. He sits down, taking on the same position as Taehyung. You look between the two men, confused. The two quiet guys you’ve grown to despise were gone, and what was left before you were men that you would gladly get on your knees for. “Um, I’m confused here, what’s going on? Why do you two look so different? If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re totally different people.” You chuckle, leaning back in your seat. “Nope, I can assure you that we’re Jimin and Taehyung. Crazy, huh? How someone can look so different by just a little clothing.” Taehyung smirks. “I mean, you guys should dress like this, you’d be eye candy for the office instead of being jokes.” You sass, annoyed that they’re wasting your time. “Well, if we dressed like this all the time no one would be able to concentrate.” Taehyung says. Cocky son of a bitch. You liked it though. The difference between the Taehyung you knew and the one sitting before you excited you. You liked him. Jimin sat next to him quietly, his eyes roaming your body for a moment. “That’s actually what we wanted to talk to you about, Y/N. The jokes. You’re spreading things about us that aren’t true at all.” Jimin pipes up. “Yeah, Mr. Kim told me you tattled. So?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Well, why don’t you tell us what you said about us?” He asks. You laugh at this. “Are you serious? I don’t have to tell you two anything.” You laugh. Taehyung huffs in irritation. “Well, Jimin, looks like we have a brat on our hands.” He says deeply, looking at you while running his tongue over his teeth. “You’re right. We definitely know how to handle brats.” Jimin says with a smirk. “Now, I’ll ask you one more time, Y/N, tell us what you said about us.” “No.” You say, standing your ground. “Hm. Okay then. Well let me just say what you said.” He says, sighing. Taehyung turns expectantly towards Jimin. “Y/N here said we can’t talk to women. She said we’d probably apologize for dirty talk since we’re so shy, and that we’re probably so shy because of how small our dicks are, and that we’d never get laid.” Jimin repeats your words from you conversation at the water cooler. Taehyung scoffs at the words, turning back to you. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how wrong that is.” He says deeply, causing chills to shoot down your spine. You have to admit, you have a thing for deep voices and nicknames, and you couldn’t help but seeing the two men in a different light. “So why exactly am I here. You want to whine to me about it? Ask me to stop?” You ask. “Oh no, baby girl. We’re here to prove you wrong.” Jimin says. “Prove me wrong? Ha! That’s not gonna happen. I bet you guys are small as hell and this ‘baby girl’ shit is just you trying to pull some joke on me.” You scoff. “Oh really? Hm. Ok then.” He says, sighing and standing up. He walks over to your side of the table while Taehyung keeps his eyes trained on you. “Baby, don’t you think your shirt in buttoned a little too low? It shows a lot of cleavage. Who are you showing off for, huh? Is it Mr. Kim? I saw you went to his office earlier. He’s fucking you, isn’t he?” Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows. “No, I’m not fucking him. We’re friends.” You reply, feeling Jimin’s presence behind you. “Friends? Friends with benefits? I wouldn’t be surprised, you do seem like the kind of girl who’d do anything for some good dick.” He smirks. “Are you calling me a slut?” You ask. “Hm, I don’t know. We have to find that part out. What do you say? Do you want to see some good cocks?” He cockiness pisses you off and turns you on at the same time, but you refuse to give in. “Your tiny baby carrots? Yeah, right. But sure, I’ll play along. Come on. Why don’t you guys 'prove me wrong’.” You say, adding the quotation marks. “Really? Alright.” Taehyung says, standing up and moving next to Jimin. You turn around in your chair, the two men standing side. You can already see the imprints of their hard cocks through their pants, and you have to say, you’re quite impressed. “Hm, alright then. I was wrong. You guys are alright. Are we done here now?” You ask, standing up and grabbing your bag. “Ah ah ah, no no, baby, we’re far from done.” Jimin says, grabbing your bag from you as Taehyung pushes on your shoulder, making you sit back down. “There’s more to prove wrong. What were the other things you said? That we can’t do dirty talk and we never get laid? Isn’t that right?” Taehyung asks, his finger placed under your chin. “So what, you want to fuck me? Is that how you plan to prove me wrong?” You ask teasingly. “Still going to talk like that, huh? Brats like you get me so fucking hard. It’s so nice to put a brat in her place.” Taehyung growls, causing your heart to skip a beat. Fuck, just his voice is going to be the death of you. “Alright, so what, are we going to my house?” You ask, standing back up. You’re quickly spun around, being bent over the table. “Oh no, baby girl, we’re gonna fuck you right here, right now.” Taehyung growls, his fingers intertwined tightly in your hair. “Well, might as well get the shit show started so I can go home and enjoy the rest of my night.” You say, only provoking them even more. “What a brat. You know what, kitten? Brats like you deserve to be punished.” Jimin says. You can’t lie, their dominance is making you wet. You feel a harsh smack land on your ass, causing you to whimper. Another slap echoes through the room, your knees becoming weak. “Eight more, baby girl.” Jimin whispers in your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth as another smack rains down on your ass. It’s only then you realize that its Taehyung spanking you. You yelp each time his hand connects with your ass. When he’s done, he lifts the bottom of your skirt, bundling the fabric around your hips. You’re embarrassed, the cool office air hitting your wet core. Taehyung leans back, admiring the red marks blooming across your ass cheeks. You feel exposed, remembering only now that you’re wearing one of your skimpiest pairs of panties. Its laundry day, and you ran out of your comfortable panties, so you sucked it up and put on your black lace thong. “Shit, baby girl, do you always wear stuff this pretty?” Jimin says softly, tracing his finger over your clothed core. “So wet too, such a dirty girl. Did you like your punishment?” He asks, his finger pressing gently against you. “Of course she did. I bet this little slut just loves being put in her place.” Taehyung says, and you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Why don’t you get on your knees, baby girl? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Jimin says deeply. You instantly comply, dropping to your knees as your face becomes level with his clothed erection. You watch as his fingers fiddle with his belt buckle, hearing Taehyung take a seat next to you. “Look at how eager she is, Jimin.” He says, his index finger tracing over his lips as his dark eyes watch you intently. “I know. She looks so pretty, doesn’t she? Too bad such a pretty face has such a bratty mouth.” Jimin says, pulling the belt out of the loops, working on his button. He lets his pants fall, bundling around his ankles. You can’t help but stare at the tent in his underwear, your mouth watering at the sight. His hand palmed over him member, his eyes hooded as he looks down at you. “Well, baby, why don’t you get to it?” He smirks at you. You waste no time, slipping your fingers under the waistband, tugging them down to join his pants. You watch as his thick cock bounces once its freed from its confines, hitting his toned stomach. You stare in awe, a chuckle sounding from next to you. “Baby girl, if you don’t suck his cock soon you might end up getting punished again, and this time we wont go so easy on you.” Taehyung says, his deep voice causing your panties to get even damper. You reach up to wrap your hand around him, the weight of it causing your breath to hitch. He wasn’t too long, pretty average, but he was very thick. Your fingers couldn’t even touch when you wrapped around him. His head falls back, a soft moan slipping out of his lips at the contact. You can’t wait any longer, leaning forward, your tongue sticking out to give a small lick to his red tip. He hisses, looking down at you. “Don’t tease, kitten. If you tease me anymore Tae will tease you until you’re crying for release.” Jimin says, his fingers tangling in your hair. You still don’t entirely believe his words, and you’re interested to see if they’re true or not. Even though they transformed in front of your eyes, you still don’t believe that the two dorks you’re used to could turn into these two sexual demons before you. You decide to wait a little bit to test if they mean it or not, and wrap your mouth around Jimin’s member. His fingers tighten in your hair, a groan sounding as you take him all the way in. His girth has your eyes watering and jaw already aching. You pull back, making sure to press your tongue against the large vein that runs on the bottom of his shaft. You bob your head on him a few times, enjoying the beautiful moans that tumble from his lips. You suck harshly as you pull back, your tongue flicking over the slit. “Fuck, ah, dammit kitten, I said no teasing.” He moans. “Don’t worry, Jimin, she’ll get what’s coming to her.” Taehyung smirks. You feel Jimin’s thighs start to shake under your fingertips, his cock twitching slightly on your tongue. His hips move gently with the rhythm of your head, thrusting softly into your mouth. It doesn’t take long before he doubles over, his hands forcing you to take all of him as his cums down your throat, the salty sweet taste something you think you could get addicted to. He pulls away, breathing heavily, his face flushed. “Damn, your mouth feels so fucking good, kitten.” He gasps between deep breaths. “Stand up.” Taehyung says, getting out of his chair. You do as he says, his tall frame towering over you. “Bend over the table.” He orders. “Am I gonna get spanked again?” You ask. “Did I say to talk? No. I said bend over the table. Disobey me again, baby girl, and you won’t like what happens.” Taehyung growls. You decide not to test him, turning to bend over the side of the table, your bunched up skirt leaving your clothed pussy on full display. “Spread your legs, baby girl.” He orders, and you comply. You whimper as a warm hand cups your core, fingertips gliding over you as it pulls back. “You’re fucking dripping, baby girl. Did sucking Jimin off really get you this wet?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his body leaning over yours as he presses his bulged against you. You bite your lip as he grinds against you, griping your hips tightly. You whine into your arm, pressing back against him. “Damn, baby girl, I can’t wait until we’re balls deep in that tight little pussy of yours.” Taehyung growls. His words startle you. We? They both plan on fitting inside of you? Taehyung pulls away, kneeling on the floor behind you, his face mere inches away from your core. “Fuck, baby, you smell so good.” He says. His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them of and tossing them to Jimin. “I want to taste you so bad, but you’ve been such a fucking brat I don’t think you deserve it. Do you?” He asks, his hands gripping your ass cheeks. You’ve given up on testing them. These quiet men have made you more needy than you’ve ever been, and all you wanted was some sort of release. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said that. Please, please just touch me.” You whined loudly. “Aw, look, she’s so needy now. Begging for a touch.” Jimin chuckles, sitting in a chair across the table from you. You cry out as you feel a harsh slap to your swollen clit. “Do you think you deserve it? How much do you want it? Tell me and maybe I’ll be nice.” Taehyung says, rubbing the area slowly now. “S-so bad! Please, Taehyung! I need it so bad! I can’t take it anymore!” You cry out. “So needy. Alright, don’t worry, I’ll give you a little something.” Taehyung says, his warm breath fanning over your pulsing clit. You whimper, your back arching, your body chasing for contact. You feel soft fingertips circle your entrance before dipping inside of you. Two fingers slid into you easily due to how wet you were, and you sighed at the pleasure of having something inside of you. Taehyung’s fingers are long, reaching all the right places inside of you. He quickly starts to pump in and out of you, curling his fingers inside of you as he pulls them out. He stands up, leaning over your body as he finger fucks you. You moan, hands gripping the side of the table as you feel his hot breath on your neck. His fingertips press against your sweet spot, causing you to arch your back. “There it is. Such a naughty girl, still tight. We have to loosen you up a bit before we really get to the good part.” Taehyung says in your ear. He slides a third finger in, causing you to gasp. Your hands search for something else to grip on, ultimately one finding Jimin’s hand and the other tangles in Taehyung’s hair. The force of his pumping has you rocking against the table, and your head raises, giving Taehyung access to your now exposed neck. He bites down on your neck softly, leaving rough, open mouthed kisses all over it. Your mouth hangs open, your eyes opening as well to meet Jimin’s. You see him biting his lip, his hand wrapped around his hard cock again, pumping it slowly. The way Taehyung’s fingers are working on you, stretching you out and pumping at an unbearable pace, you feel so close to your end. “Look at you, taking his fingers so well like a good little slut you are. But, you did tease me. I told you that you’d regret it.” Jimin smirks. “T-Tae…” you moan, too lost in the feeling to listen to Jimin properly. “What is it, baby girl? You wanna cum? You wanna cum all over my fingers? Want Jimin to take a taste too? Is that what you want?” Taehyung asks. “Yes! Yes, please!” You cry out, so close to losing yourself. “I want to cum so fucking bad!” “Too bad.” He growls, pulling his fingers out of you completely and stepping back. You’re left standing there, your high quickly disappearing as Taehyung walks around the table to Jimin, two of his fingers in his mouth. You stand there catching your breath, completely shocked as Taehyung pulls his fingers out of his mouth, popping the last one into Jimin’s. “What the fuck?” You cry, standing up. Jimin hums around Taehyung’s finger, pulling away when hes done tasting you. “Like I said, kitten. Don’t tease me, or Taehyung would punish you.” Jimin smirks. “But, that was torture! I was so close! That’s not fair.” You pout. “Its entirely fair. I may not be too nice, but I’m always fair.” Taehyung says. “Have you learned your lesson now, kitten?” Jimin asks. “Yes, sir.” You stress the sir sarcastically, but you see him noticeably tense. “Hm, well normally, Taehyung is Sir, just call me Daddy, kitten.” Jimin smirks. “Wait, what?” You ask, taken aback. “Yeah, yeah I like that. Every time we meet privately, you address me as Sir, and Jimin as Daddy, that way we know who exactly you’re screaming for.” Taehyung says with a wink. “Wait, what do you mean 'every time’?” You ask. “What, you thought this was a one time thing? Trust me, once you get a feel of our cocks inside of you, you’re gonna be begging for more.” Taehyung says, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. They both circle the table, Jimin hopping up and sitting on the edge while Taehyung stands behind you. “What do you say, kitten? Are you ready for us?” Jimin asks, his fingers running over your sides. You nod, still a little uneasy about the situation, but you’re so worked up from Taehyung’s fingers earlier you need something. “Why don’t you go in first, Jimin? I’ll slide in after you. Let her get used to you first.” Taehyung mumbles into your neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Jimin grabs you by your hips, your legs straddling his on top of the table. His cock sits upright between your stomachs as his fingers quickly unbutton your shirt. His lips connect with yours in a heated kiss. You realize this is the first kiss this entire time, and you relish in the feeling. Jimin’s lips feel like absolute heaven, not even breaking apart as you shimmy off your shirt, Taehyung quickly fiddling with your bra and sliding it off. Jimin pulls away, causing you to whine. “Its alright, kitten, you want another kiss?” He asks softly. You nod, pouting. “Aw, don’t worry, kitten. I’ll kiss you again soon. I just really need to be inside of you right now. It’s almost painful l how hard I am.” He says. Taehyung lifts your hips, hovering over Jimin. Jimin grips his cock, lining up with your entrance. He lowers you down, and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of being full. “Oh my god.” Jimin says softly, throwing his head back. “How does she feel, Chim?” Taehyung mumbles into your neck, his hot breath fanning over you. “So, so fucking good.” Jimin groans. “You think she’s good for me to slide in?” Taehyung asks. The words make you whimper, the idea of being stretched out even more both scaring and exciting you. “Its gonna be a tight fit, but go ahead.” Jimin says, lifting your hips until just his tip is still inside of you. “Hold onto me, kitten, its gonna get uncomfortable, but I promise it’ll feel good after a little bit.” Jimin says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You do as he says, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your hand on his shoulder. Taehyung’s hand rests on your waist above Jimin’s, and you can feel his tip at your entrance. They lower you slightly and you gasp loudly as he slides in next to Jimin, you holding onto Jimin tightly. “Sh, kitten it’s okay.” Jimin coes, turning his head to connect his lips with yours. It’s a deep kiss to distract you from the pain of Taehyung sliding all the way in, a deep groan escaping his lips. “Holy fuck.” He groans. He places hot kisses on your neck, both of then staying in place, allowing you to get used to having both of them so deep inside of you. After a while you feel the need to move, desperately wanting to be fucked. You lift your hips, causing all three of you to moan at the feeling, then lower yourself again. You keep moving your hips, going slightly faster each time. You lean back against Taehyung, your head resting on his shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, his hand playing with one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple. Your fingers tangle in Jimin’s hair as he takes your other nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as his thumb rubs circles over your clit, both of them simultaneously thrusting into you. The sensations are overwhelming, noises spilling out of your lips, not caring who can hear or even where you are. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl. So wet and tight. Do you like it, baby? Do you like Jimin and I stretching out your slutty little pussy?” Taehyung growls into your neck. “Y-yes!’ You moan. Taehyung’s fingers roughly pinch your nipple, causing you to gasp in pain. "Yes what?” He asks. “Yes sir!” You cry. “Good girl.” He growls before going back to sucking on your neck. You can feel the build up, Jimin’s thumb on your clit and both of them pounding into you causing it to approach rapidly. “D-Daddy, I need to-” You moan, causing Jimin to lift his head. “I know, kitten. We both know. God, we can feel you clenching around us. Tae, do you think she can cum now? I’m so close.” Jimin says. “Yeah, me too. Where should we cum, baby girl? Do you want us to cum in you or on you?” Taehyung asks. You remember that neither of them are wearing condoms and you stopped taking your birth control a few weeks ago. “O-on me, sir.” You reply. “Alright, we’ll hold it in so you can cum on our cocks.” Taehyung says. Jimin’s thumb rubs you faster, both of them pumping into your faster. Soon you’re falling apart on top of them, causing both of them to stop as you clench around them, Jimin’s thumb continuing to rub you to ride out your high. After you’re done they lift you quickly, pulling out entirely and placing you on your knees on the floor. You look up at both of them, ready for what they have to offer you. “Where, kitten?” Jimin asks, both of them pumping themselves over your body. “Anywhere.” You smirk. “Good. Open that pretty mouth.” He groans. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as both of them move closer. A few more pumps and they both let out deep groans, releasing mostly into your awaiting mouth, some getting on your cheeks and chin. Once their completely milked you close your mouth, them both watching you intently as you swallow every drop. You all sigh in exhaustion, you standing up with Jimin’s help. Taehyung holds your panties, kneeling down to help you into them, your legs too shaky to do it yourself. He pulls them all the way up, holding your waist and placing a kiss on your cheek before steeping away. Jimin holds onto you, helping you into a chair. You sit and watch as the get dressed back into their clothes, deciding to do the same. You reach for your bra and shirt, pulling them on and grabbing your skirt, standing up slowly and getting all fixed up. You look up to see Jimin in front of you. “You did so well, kitten. Probably the best we’ve ever had.” He smiles. “Would you want to do this again?” He asks, both him and Taehyung looking at you, their eyes full of hope. You smile and nod, the idea of having them inside of you again already turning you on again. “Perfect. We’ll let you know. Be ready for any time. You’re our toy now.” Taehyung smirks. “See you around, baby girl. Very soon.” He says, waving as he exits the room, Jimin following behind him, leaving you alone in the break room. “You’re late! What took you so long?” Namjoon asks, pulling you into the apartment. “I had to go home and shower, relax.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him as you join the others in the living room. “Oh, I saw you with Jimin and Taehyung earlier.” Namjoon says, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine. “What, were you telling them how dorky they are to their faces?” He chuckles, sitting down next to him. “Those nerds? You actually talked to them? I’ve never met them, but from what you guys say about them I’d be too creeped out to even go near them.” Yoongi mumbles, grabbing a chip from the bowl on the table. “Yoongi! That’s rude!” Jin shouts, hitting him with a pillow. You can’t talk, your cheeks bright red. “They…they’re not as dorky as you think.” You mumble, looking at the ground. “Um, yes they are. You’ve seen them, Y/N. They’re super nerds.” Namjoon says. “No, that’s just them at the office. They don’t always looked like that.” You say, instantly regretting it, knowing you’ve said too much. “In the office? How do you know that they aren’t always nerdy? What, did you hang out with them?” Namjoon asks, looking at you intently. All eyes are on you, and you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. You were never good at hiding things, and they all knew it. “Holy fuck. I know what it is. She fucked one of them.” Yoongi shouts, pointing at you accusingly. “No way! She’d never do that! Y/N isn’t like that!” Jin shouts, hitting Yoongi again with a pillow. You curl up into yourself, unable to answer. “No way.” Namjoon gasps. “Which one?” You can’t answer, only hiding even more. “Y/N, which one? As your boss I need to know this.” Namjoon says. “Why do you need to know? A boss doesn’t need to know that!” You cry, slapping his arm. “Ouch! Fine! As your friend I need to know!” He cries. You sigh deeply, gathering all of your courage to answer. “Both.” You say quietly. “Both? What, at the same time?” He asks, the others looking at you in shock. You nod slowly, burying your face in your hands. “When? Today? I didn’t see you guys leave the office though. You guys went into the-” he cuts himself off, his eyes wide. “Joon, what is it?” Jin asks, you scooting as far away from Namjoon as possible. “You fucked them in the break room? Where everyone eats lunch?” Namjoon screams. You don’t dare to look at him, the fear of his wrath terrifying you. “Well, I take back what I said. Y/N is a lot dirtier than we thought.” Jin sighs.

#bts #vmin #vmin au #bts smut #v #jimin #taehyumg #park jimin #kim taehyung

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rockhoochie · 7 years ago

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Long Overdue Love

I’ve been meaning to take some time to thank everyone for the likes, comments and reblogs on my fics. You have no idea how happy it makes my little fangirl’s heart! Now that I’ve (mostly) figured out how Tumblr works, I thought I’d thank each person who commented individually on each of my fics so far! This is long, so it’s all under the cut.

And here we go...

On “Wilderness”:

@theoriginalvicki commented: “God-damn awesome is right!” Thanks so much! This being my first ever piece of writing I’ve shared, it means so much that you enjoyed it!

@cemmia commented: “So hot!” For some reason, your URL isn’t working, but if you see this, thank you!!

@aubreyreadsstuff commented: Fucking shit why is he so damn sexy as hell? You’ve got me all sorts of hot and frustrated. Damn it I need a Dean like that in my life. I ask myself that on a near daily basis! And I’m thrilled to hear I got you all sorts of hot and frustrated - It means I did something right! Thank you!

@mspseudonymwho commented:🔥Sweet Jesus, this is so damn hot!Awesome writing. 😮 Thank you so very much for reading and for the compliment!

@mrswhozeewhatsis commented: Got some hints of Dom!Dean in here! *fans self furiously* Ahh, thanks Michelle! I just love me a bossy Dean!

On “No Apologies” (formerly titled: “He Brings Me Sugar)

@cherrycokegirls1 commented: Oh my goodness. This is so good and I can’t wait for more! That really means a lot because, to be honest, I’m not satisfied with this one . I rushed myself - It was the first time I put effort into building an OC, which I really enjoyed doing, and I think this has so much more potential. I had planned on abandoning this, but your comment caused me re-think that decision. I’m going to put this one on the shelf for now, and re-visit. Some ideas have come to me, so someday it’ll get a complete overhaul and quite a few more chapters! Thank you for the comment and inspiring me!

On “Every Inch”

@growningupgeek commented: Hot, sexy, and a little sweet with a great ending. Thank you! This was my first time writing Sam - it started out Dean, but the more I wrote, I realized it fit Sam better. This is actually one of my favorites! I can’t take full credit for the ending - a friend suggested the premise for a different fic but I just had to use it for this one. So very glad you enjoyed!

@butiaintgonnaloveem commented: Oh man. Not even my kind of kink but the build up is so good that I don’t care. And the ending?! No spoilers, but I just loved it. To hear that this wasn’t something you’d normally be into but took a chance on and enjoyed it is a huge compliment to me! Thank you so very much! And I have to say, I love the ending too ;)

@mrswhozeewhatsis commented: I really love the ending of this!! LOL!! Again, thanks Michelle! I’m a little disappointed the ending wasn’t my own idea, but I think it worked well! A little post-coital humor is always fun!

@cherrycokegirls1 commented: Holy wow! This was amazing! Such great writing! And the smut? Freaking hot! Thank you, thank you so much for reading and the compliments and the comment! So glad you liked it!

@kathaswings commented: Holy shit, yeah. What she said. I seriously suggest you go check Sarah out - this thing was amazing! This was my first fic I posted on Tumblr, and my first Sam fic - as a die-hard Dean girl I was hesitant to keep going but so glad I did! So many thank you’s for reading and the recs!!

@atc74 commented: You know how we (writers, people, humans) can be skeptical at new things? Well, here I was, clicking the link above and feeling somewhat skeptical; I will admit it. But as I continued reading, I was pleasantly surprised. I am not sure words will actually do this post justice. It is not often I come across a new face in the fanfic world, who admittedly says “Hi, I’m new here”, and then blows it out of the fucking water. This fic is well done; it is eloquent and hot as all get out. Go and give this a read; you will not be disappointed. I know Sam wasn’t! I hope we will see more from Sarah in the future! I’ll always be so grateful for this comment and reblog Ang! I was admittedly terrified when I took a shot and sent this to you when you were looking for fic recs. I never imagined I’d get such a beautiful, encouraging response! Much love to you!

On “Soaked”

@mrswhozeewhatsis commented: Whew!! (warning for NSFW gif under the cut) Thank you for the comment and reblog! This is only my second porn drabble - I had a bit of writer’s block (and I think I was bored at work) and I realized, “hey! These are really fun to do!” It gave me an idea, so I might be doing a lot more of these and turning it into something fun once a week!

@kathaswings commented: Sarah 2 - Lina 1. I need some inspiration or I’m so gonna lose this panty ruining contest… When I write now, I always ask myself ‘will this ruin more of Lina’s panties?’ Lol :)

On “Full of Grace”

@herbologystudent252 commented: Damn…no, hott damn!! To which I replied, “Thank you!” to which she replied “no, thank *you* 😉” . Thank you!!

@kathaswings commented: Sarah 3 - Lina 1 Oh, come now! (Saw it when I wrote it, leaving it because I can, lol!)

@wingedcatninja commented: *screaming incoherently* I’m squeeing audibly! Thank you!

@notnaturalanahi commented: So fucking hot and sweet! Exactly what I was going for, sweetie! Thank you!

@impaladreamers-mainfrigginblog commented: This is incredible 😍😍 Thank you so very much for reading and the compliment!

@angelwriter3895 commented: 💙😶😍💓💗 I would respond with emojis depicting love and gratitude, but I’m on my tablet!

On “Hunt Hard, Play Harder” (Part 1)

@daughterofthebrowncoats commented: OK SO. First: Holy fucking shit, this is like, top 10 hottest things I’ve ever read, bar none. Like, the name calling, the whole being a slut (for one person)? A personal favorite and for anyone who get offended by it, I’ll remind you that many kinks are taboo for a reason. Second: It’s beautifully written, just full of language that makes me know and feel exactly what’s going on. I feel that lazy evening heat when she’s sitting on the car. I feel the rumble of Baby under me as I half doze off. I know exactly how it felt to have Dean between my legs, driving me up one side of wild and down the other because you were able to put it into words and that’s a skill that just has to be innate. Third: DID I MENTION HOW FUCKING HOT THIS IS. IF NOT, I NEED TO. IT’S IMPORTANT.Just, dannnnnnnnnnng, this is so freaking good!!!! You, my friend, are so talented and I love it and you!!! @atari-writes @badsongwinchester you just want some rough Dom!Dean? Cause @rockhoochie is passing out the good stuff! You have no idea how much this beautiful comment means to me. I’m thrilled, humbled, and have all sorts of feels from this. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this comment. “Thank you” doesn’t express my gratitude enough! I want to say more but I’m speechless!

On “Fair Play” (Hunt Hard, Play Harder Part 2)

@squirrel-moose-winchester commented: Sweet chuck, the next part is going to delicious!! Mmm...I’m hoping it will be ;) Thank you!

@blackcherrywhiskey commented: Oh hot dayum! Thank you my dear, so very glad you enjoyed!

@thinkwritexpress-official commented: oooooh shit yes please!!!! The ending has me screaming, I can’t wait for the next part!! Thank you so much - I can’t wait for the next part myself!

@kathaswings commented: I have complaints. 1) My panties are ruined. (Cause that was freaking hot.) Where can I send the bill? 2) My brain is useless and buzzing. (Cause it’s on overdrive, caught up in all kinds of images about Dean naked and tied up.) 3) I already hate you for planning more of this. (Cause I smell a threesome on the way, and that will surely kill me. There’s only so much perfect smut a girl can take.) Oh my dear Lina, you know I regret nothing ;) You will never know how happy this comment made me - it still makes me smile!

@there-must-be-a-lock commented: This is hot as hell! Thank you so much!! I can’t wait to turn up the heat!

@mrswhozeewhatsis commented: This is freaking awesome (like “I’ll be in my bunk” awesome) and I absolutely LOVE where I think this is going!!!!! My goodness - if I’m ruining panties and sending people to their bunks I must be doing something right! Thank you so much Michelle! I think you’ll love where this is going as much as I do!

@hennessy0274-blog commented: Hot damn! Thank you, so glad you enjoyed it!

@atc74 commented: Awww snap Sammy!! Sarah, this was fucking AMAZING! I love it when Dean slips into sub mode! Can’t wait for the next part!! I LOVED having Sam say that!! And as much as I love bossy dom!Dean - this was fun to write. I’m excited to finally get to the next part soon! Thank you so much Ang, I really appreciate the love!

And so, to everyone who has liked, reblogged, commented, or read any of my scribbles, thank you. As for what’s next, stay tuned for:

-a Dean oneshot I forgot I wrote a few weeks ago (maybe posting tonight?)

-a request from @loreleilara for Sam smut which is almost done, and turned out to be pretty long, but hopefully totally worth it!

- Hunt Hard, Play Harder Part 3

Love to all and...

#comment response #spn fanfic #spn smut #thank you #so much love #sorry im late

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demitgibbs · 6 years ago

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A Great Big World’s Chad King Talks Pressure to Live up to Mega-Hit Single

While you were crying over that song back in 2014, out musician Chad King and his bestie Ian Axel were figuring out their next move. Could A Great Big World, as they’re collectively known, have lightning strike twice in the form of another colossal Christina Aguilera-assisted tearjerker?

After “Say Something,” which featured Aguilera’s harmonious flutters, peaked at No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in late 2013 and won the threesome a 2015 Grammy for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance, even they realized that that kind of lightning-in-a-bottle success was likely inimitable. Still, the crushing ballad gave considerable clout to the two albums that followed it: their 2014 debut, Is There Anybody Out There?, and its 2015 follow-up, When the Morning Comes.

With a third album on the way, and its lead bop, “Younger,” out now, we caught up with King to discuss writing about dressing in his mom’s clothes as a kid, finding their true selves, and how Paris Is Burning inspired a musical moment.

On “Younger,” you revel in the nostalgia of playing with Barbies and doing fashion shows. What were these fashions like? Did you strut?

Yeah, I remember going through my mom’s closet with my younger brother and putting on her heels, putting on her dresses, and stuffing the dress with padding to make it look like we had boobs. Then, as a whole family, we’d sit down on the living room couch, and me and my brother would come out and just work it. And they’d all cheer for us. I never thought I would be singing about that, but I’m glad it made its way into the music.

How did the song come about?

“Younger” was actually the first song we wrote for this album, and it morphed into this tune where it’s like, let’s tap into our childhood: what we remember, why we were so happy then, and what was so exciting liberating about being that kid.

I remember playing house with my neighbor down the street, playing with her Barbies and feeling like no one was going to come and hurt me. I was safe to be and act however I wanted to act, and there was just something so freeing about that moment.

After two albums, why self-title this one?

Is There Anybody Out There? was a collection of songs that me and Ian had written over the first five years of our friendship. One of those songs was “Say Something,” and “Say Something” had the life that it had, and all of a sudden we found ourselves in this pop world. We also found ourselves feeling a bit of pressure to stay in that world, and that’s when the second album came out. Then the second record did what it did — or didn’t do.

And then it came time for the third album. We were like, let’s go back to writing for ourselves again. We took six months to write this album, and we are so proud of these songs. We feel this is the most true to who we are — and that our sound or music has ever been — so it made sense to us that it would be a self-titled record. It was like, “OK, this is A Great Big World.” It feels like an arrival moment.

Even though “Say Something” was a mega-pop hit, the first album it appeared on was rooted in a musical-theater sound. Have you worked your fondness for theater into this album?

Yeah, absolutely. “Younger” is a really good example. It’s so theatrical, narratively. I feel like we write really well to a narrative, or in that context of storytelling. We have a song called “When I Am King” that is also super-theatrical and Queen-like that I’m really excited about. This record has theatricality all over it.

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And how did the iconic queer film Paris Is Burning [about the drag-ball scene in New York in the late ’80s] become the inspiration for “Hooray for You”?

I showed everyone the clip of [drag legend] Dorian Corey at the very end of Paris Is Burning having that moment in front of the mirror, where she’s applying her makeup and saying, “You don’t have to bend the whole word. I think it’s better to just enjoy it.” And at the end she goes, “If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high, hooray for you.” And we did something really special with that moment: We took a sample and made it into a track of its own that I’m really excited for people to hear.

It’s exciting to have this on a record — like, this will live forever. And also to push Paris Is Burning because that movie is iconic and brilliant, and I only just found out about it last year.

I imagine after “Say Something” the pressure to top yourselves or reach that same level again was immense.

In the moment, we would never say there’s pressure. I’d be like, “No, we’re just writing!” I’d probably say that. “Yeah, we love writing!” But looking back and reflecting on how we wrote with all sorts of pop writers and pop producers, it’s very clear we were going through the motions of creating something under this pressure. Even if it was subconscious, there was this pressure, for sure.

That song feels like an anomaly. It feels like a monster. It feels like something that happens once in a lifetime. So, to follow that up is — yeah, there’s a ton of pressure.

Did you have people around you asking you to recapture that magic?

Yeah, we had a couple moments where people were like, “We want you to write ‘Say Something’ for us.” So we had to go through the motions of writing another song like “Say Something.”

There’s actually one song that we have — oh, I don’t know if it’s official. I can’t tell you. But we have a song that looks like it’s gonna be making another artist’s record, and their original briefing to us was, “We love the emotion behind ‘Say Something.’ Can you give us a song like this?” So, me and Ian tapped into that, and it looks like we’ll be getting the song on his record. But I think “Say Something” came from such an emotionally charged place that it’s hard to recreate if you’re not experiencing that in the moment.

You wrote a great essay for Out about being a gay man with multiple sclerosis. Do you hear from other gay people with MS?

At the time, I remember people coming to me and saying like, “I had this trauma around my MS,” and sort of validating my theory: this mind-body connection, that there is nothing separate about it. The fact that I came out and two weeks later I was diagnosed with MS is not a coincidence. I have no doubt that that is not a coincidence.

It just didn’t feel random to me. It felt like, “What the hell is going on with my body, and why would it be going through this right now?” And so my sexuality was tied in completely to that, and that was so monumental of a discovery for me.

The landscape for out LGBT musicians has changed even since 2014. There are more artists who are out from the get-go. Is this an even better time to be an out gay musician than it was when you released your debut?

Actually, I’m a little jealous of anyone just now entering this music scene because it’s like being gay today versus being gay 20 years ago. It’s not the same thing. It’s just not. It’s so awesome that kids have nothing to fear when they’re singing about who they love — it could be a guy and a guy, or a girl and a girl, and it works, and everyone accepts it, and it’s beautiful.

I think the landscape is going to change even more in the next year. I went and saw Tyler, the Creator — and this was the first time I ever really listened to his music or listened to the lyrics — and I was like, “Whoa, he’s singing about a cute boy and he has all these hardcore rap fans.” It was so cool to see.

I think this is a really beautiful time to be out and an artist and be free with your expression. The fear I had with “Hold Each Other,” where I felt like it couldn’t be from the male perspective about another male, that feels like it’s gone now.

So, I take it you’ll be writing with male pronouns on this upcoming release?

Yeah, I do on this record coming out. I do it more. And it was freeing and easier, and it was beautiful. So, I’m really excited for people to get even more gay music from us. [Laughs.]

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/07/05/a-great-big-worlds-chad-king-talks-pressure-to-live-up-to-mega-hit-single/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.tumblr.com/post/175574792195

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