#believe it or not i had a point but i forgot n started to overshare 😎😎

[authorluvgxbby]

Heyy :)), I saw your requests open and I was wondering if you can write up some tokyo rev headcanons for this scenario:

Chracter visits reader's house for 'studying' but when the enter the house they are immediately greeted by a huge ass doberman dog who's looking at them like they murdered their mom. And reader's just like : whuehue they don't bite :))

(I just went into my bestie's house and they didn't inform me their cousin and their dog was visiting and I felt like I almost died like three times when the dog tried to tackle me, like their paws are literally up my shoulder and their slobber was all over my face. The owner's just like 'oh he's an angel he just wanted to be friends with u' sir you don't know how to speak dog how do you know if it's actually telling me to prepare my prayers? Shdhgdhdgd sorry for oversharing but I just wanted to tell u where this came from and I also want to see others suffer the same thing. Thankss ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️)

A/N: Of course, thank you so much for the request❤️ I laughed so hard while writing this 😂 It was so much fun to do. Here you go luv, I hope you like it!

Characters: Ran, Takemichi, Shinichiro, Baji, Chifuyu

Ran

The poor bastard never expected to be face-to-face with your personal bloodhound and it was all Rindou’s fault. The younger haitani was used to coming over your house and he knew you had a dog, so when Ran told him he’d be “borrowing” you for the night to study, best believe he made sure not to mention a word about the canine that guarded you and your house.

Was screaming like a little girl when the dog started barking as it towered over him, looking like it was ready to make the lanky male its next chew toy.

He thought that if he was going to die, he’d make sure he didn't get his face messed up too bad.

“ANYTHING BUT THE FACE!”

While Ran was screaming bloody murder and begging for his life to a hundred pound dog, you were innocently watching the whole commotion through the home camera that was installed.

“Y/n why the fuck do you have that demonic mutt in your house?!” “ ‘Demonic’? He’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

Ran believed that it was utter bullshit, especially after he almost had his gorgeous face mauled.

No matter how much you reassured him, he didn’t dare come near the dog.

Complained that he could’ve died because you nor Rindou told him that you had a dog.

He spends the whole night fighting with the dog for your attention and when it would get too close to him, he would use you as a shield.

He definitely considered the idea of poisoning it at some point.

When it was time to leave he made a mental note to murder Rindou when he saw him after putting him in a near-death experience.

Takemichi

The poor soul passed out right then and there when he was face to face with your “human friendly” pet.

Chifuyu suggested that he should get some ‘tutoring’ from you since he was struggling so much in class.

His friend was an idiot, so of course he forgot to mention that the pet you had was a Doberman.

His screams were definitely mistaken for a little girl’s scream. The whole neighborhood could hear him.

When you come to see what is happening, you see Takemichi knocked out cold while your dog covers him in drool as he licks his face.

“A-am I dead?” “No, you idiot! My baby would never hurt someone!”

Genuinely thought you were crazy to think something as big as your Doberman wouldn’t jump at the chance to chew his limbs off.

He makes up an excuse that he was just stopping by and didn’t need any tutoring.

Cries to Chifuyu that he almost died because of him.

“If I die, I’ll make sure I drag you to hell with me!” Quoted a teary-eyed Takemitchy.

Shinichiro

The older Sano just wanted to spend some time with you after a stressful day, but was thrown into despair after seeing a Doberman greet him in your living room.

The poor soul gets chased around your house for a whole hour before you come home to see him hitting your dog with a pillow.

“Y/n! Thank god! PLEASE HELP ME!” 

When you explain to him that you recently had gotten a dog for extra protection, it made him offended. Why get a dog when you have someone that would protect you with their life? Let alone someone who has a whole gang backing him up.

He would complain that you could’ve gotten a medium sized dog instead of asking hell for one of its' bloodhounds to be your canine companion. 

When he tries to smoke, the dog would growl at him as a warning not to smoke around you.

When he tells Wakasa and Benkei about what had happened, they admit that they also had similar encounters with your dog. They secretly made a pack that if they were to encounter your dog without you around again, they’d fight it off together. 

“If one of us goes down, then we all go down” - Shinichiro.

One day, he brought his siblings over to your house with him and your dog instantly fell in love with the two. (Complained later on that the dog was trying to replace him)

Manjiro and Emma teased him for being a wimp and he had threatened to feed them to the dog, but ended up almost having his hand bitten off afterwards.

Baji

He was used to dealing with animals at the pet shop, especially angry cats, but dealing with a huge ass Doberman was a different story.

The moment he walks in your house, he is greeted with your angry-looking Doberman with small bits of meat decorating its teeth.

He genuinely thought you had been eaten by it.

In an attempt to get away, he throws his backpack at it while running out the door.

He ends up bumping into you and is relieved yet confused at the same time.

It takes you two whole hours just to get him to calm down.

“He doesn’t bite Baji!” “You weren’t the one that thought it ate their friend.”

When he sees Chifuyu at the pet shop, he makes sure that they don’t end up taking in any big dogs like the one he had encountered with you.

Has nightmares about his cats getting murdered by your dog for the next two weeks.

Chifuyu

Similar to Baji, Chifuyu is an expert at handling animals, but not huge dogs.

You and him were studying for an upcoming exam and you had forgotten that you needed to feed your dog.

Now, in Chifuyu’s mind he thinks you have one of those small-sized puppies girl’s usually like. But, he’s proven wrong when you come back with a huge Doberman following behind you, already eyeing Chifuyu as his dinner.

At the moment, it looked like you were going to feed him to the dog.

He starts to beg for forgiveness for whatever he’s done wrong to make you want to use him as a human sacrifice. 

Goes on and on about stuff he did wrong while clinging on to your leg. 

Poor Chifuyu was in a state of panic, until you shook him hard enough for him to get his act together.

“Chifuyu he’s trained, he won’t eat you.” “Last time I checked you don’t speak dog language! What if he plans to eat me behind your back!”

He thinks it’s jealous of him because you guys are close.

Forces you to come over his house if you want to see Peke J. because he firmly believes your dog will try to murder his cat out of spite.

Wanted Baji to suffer the same thing he went through, but ended up getting the shit beat out of him afterwards.

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[jinkicake]

You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call them daddy in front of the team.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Anon, this might be a tad bit ooc in some parts.... Sometimes I picture the different ways these characters act when they aren’t seen and I like to write it like that LOL You know experiment and shit,,, Also I feel like I’m the only bitch who likes Nohebi HAHAH 

SMUT // NSFW 

WC- 2,213

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Akaashi Keiji

First let me say, wow Akaashi is so pretty and done.

I feel like if you accidentally call him daddy in front of the team it’ll be such a big mess 

All the third years, except Bokuto, are going to be silent, while their captain is like ‘yo toss for me’ like the whole ‘daddy’ thing would go over Bokuto’s head. Sweet Bokuto does not kink shame, okay. The managers would be squealing and gasping in shock, sending you suggestive looks before dragging you off somewhere to beg for details HAHAH

“Keiji! I’m so happy to see you!” You exclaim softly before wrapping your arms around him, you’re at the representative playoffs and you finally get to see your boyfriend once again after the few weeks of separation

Despite living relatively close to one another, you and Akaashi were both very busy preparing for these games. While he was practicing with his own team, you were managing for yours (which always proved to be a challenge, even now)

“Oh, how is your girlfriend doing by the way?” Kuroo sneers behind you and you glance to see your own captain squaring up with the pesky cat 

“Ah, excuse me Keiji,” You pout and apologize, Akaashi gently smiles and kisses the pout off your lips before unwrapping his arms to let you go control your petty team

“Daishou!” You scold and wrap your hand around said boy’s bicep, pulling him behind you to get in front of Kuroo, you give the Nekoma captain a fake smile before turning around to face your friend “I’m trying to see my boyfriend and I can’t do that if you keep starting shit!” You whisper-yell and Daishou rolls his eyes

“I didn’t start anything-“ He lies and you narrow your eyes up at him

“Daishou stay away from them and they’ll stay away from you, okay? Save your energy for the court.” You pat his chest and gently let go of the grip you have on him,

You’re about halfway back to Akaashi before you hear the damn snake speak up again

“I broke up with her!” Your eye twitches because you know damn well Yamaka broke up with him, you send Akaashi another sympathetic smile before walking back to your teammate

The grip you have on Daishou’s collar makes him choke and you practically toss him into the wall and get in-between him and Kuroo once more, glaring at anyone who looks at you

“I am trying to talk to my boyfriend who I have not seen in a few weeks so if you both could kindly stay away from each other I would appreciate it,” You smile sweetly and Daishou scrunches his nose before opening his mouth once more 

“See you in the finals” He sneers and you quite literally pick him up by his hair

“Daishou if you don’t shut the fuck up, you’re not going to see the finals. All I want is to have a peaceful day and then go home and give my boyfriend that gawk gawk 3000 and call him daddy so if you could please help me just this once and be quiet.” You growl and drag him away from Nekoma, smiling softly at Akaashi when you pass him, you bring your captain all the way to where your team is in the bleachers and sit him down on the bench “okay, now then-“

“You call him daddy?” Daishou snickers and you narrow your eyes at him

“What the hell are you talking about?” You ask and Daishou laughs so loudly it sounds like a cackle 

“You said, and I quote,” Daishou clears his throat before speaking again, purposely altering the pitch of his tone to reference yours “give my boyfriend that gawk gawk 3000 and call him daddy so if you could please-“ 

Daishou shuts up when you sit down next to him dejectedly

“I said that in front of you and the entire Nekoma team and Fukuroudani?” You whisper and the captain throws his arm around your shoulder

“Don’t worry (Y/N)! At least you didn’t say it in front of our team…. Oh wait,” He snickers and you awkwardly face the rest of your players and coach

“Ah, Daishou, I’m going to quit” You cry and he immediately tries to calm you down 

“Wait, (Y/N), no you can’t!” 

“So, you like being called daddy?” Kuroo asks after he bumps into Akaashi. Your boyfriend can only sigh in shame and shake his head, “I-is that a yes or a no?”

“That’s a shut the fuck up Kuroo” Kenma bites and defends his other friend, trying to drag the middle blocker away from the setter

Konohana, Komi, and Sarukui simply blink before walking away, dragging Bokuto along with them so their setter can face the shame in peace 

“Oh, Keiji!” You squeak and tightly grip the bed sheets on either side of you, you want to so badly grip his silky hair but, Akaashi has rules. The dark-haired boy flicks your thigh as a warning and you can’t help the pout that appears on your face. Akaashi not allowing you to touch him is a big punishment and, needless to say, you aren’t happy about it. Akaashi continues to stare up at you from in-between your thighs, his lips have captured your clit as he sucks dutifully on the swollen bud. 

“Daddy,” The pitiful whimper slips past your lips and Akaashi smirks against your soaking cunt, his tongue flicks your clit. His warm mouth is welcoming as he continues the harassment on the delicate pearl. “I-I love you.” The endearing phrase flies past your lips and Akaashi feels his resolve soften, he can never stay harsh with you for long. 

Though, he will try.

Akaashi removes his mouth and slaps your clit with four fingers, watching as you squirm and cry at the impact. He can tell how badly you want to grip his hair and he mentally reminds himself to reward you for staying so still, well as still as you can be. He continues to tap the sensitive bundle of nerves, ranging from light taps to slaps that sound throughout the room. 

“Daddy, please,” You cry and Akaashi takes pity on you, he leans forward and licks soothing strips up against your clit. He wants to kiss the sting away because he truly cares too much about his baby and wants you to feel nothing but pleasure.

“Daddy loves you too sweet girl, I love you so much.” Akaashi coos as he kisses along your thigh, he glances up and sees you staring at him with a deep pout on your face. He just wants to kiss it off. “Don’t look at me like that.” He tries to scold but his words come out weak, your pitiful eyes play numbers on him that he will never understand. “Patience, you’ll get what you want, hold out for Daddy."

Kozume Kenma

I 99.9% believe that Kenma getting called daddy in front of the team is Kuroo’s fault ,,, LOL 

Like Kuroo knows shit and it accidentally slips and everyone is like … ‘kuroo wtf’ because nobody believes him much to Kenma’s relief HAHAH

It isn’t often that you can convince Kenma to stay after at a joint practice but when you do, you nearly regret it every time

“And then she wanted to call me daddy,” Kuroo gasps loudly like the gossiper he is and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes at the way Bokuto is hanging onto his every word “shit honestly though, it was pretty hot”

The one time…. One time you convince Kenma to stay after practice to spend time with his friends and these are the conversations you get 

“Oh, I totally believe you Kuroo” You click your tongue mockingly and the tall captain gently pushes the side of your head 

“It’s true, don’t be jealous you weren’t her (Y/N)” Kuroo throws back and you flick him off, internally smiling at the way Kenma pulls you closer to his chest and tightens his arms around your shoulders 

“Kuroo you’re literally the biggest nerd on the planet, you really expect me to believe you get pussy, much less get someone to call you daddy?” At your words Bokuto gasps and Akaashi covers the ace’s gaping mouth with his own hand

“Ask Kenma he was there!” Kuroo flicks your forehead and you turn around to your boyfriend with your hand already bunched up in his dyed hair 

“I was not there,” Kenma confirms and had it not been for his arms wrapped around your waist, you would have lunged at Kuroo

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe, it’s not like you don’t call Kenma ‘daddy’” Kuroo spills, stating it so simply like he’s talking about the weather. You start to mentally plan his death as Akaashi shakes his head and Bokuto begins laughs loudly

You know Kenma hates being put in the spotlight but you simply could not help yourself

“You’re telling me if you had this mf fucking you every night, you wouldn’t call him daddy?” You snap at Kuroo and Kenma tenses behind you before squeezing your hips so hard you nearly yelp, Kuroo leans back on his forearms and looks around proudly like what did I say? 

“Yeah, okay,” Bokuto wheezes and falls back on the gym floor 

“What?” You and Kuroo both snap and Bokuto laughs even harder, clutching his sides and trying to cover his loud voice with Akaashi’s jacket

“Those two virgins? Yeah right-AH” Bokuto points at you and Kenma before Akaashi shuts him up by covering his mouth once again

“How would you even know that Kuroo?” Akaashi asks while placing his other hand on Boktuo’s shoulder to keep him pinned to the floor 

“Best friends don’t overshare their sex lives?” Kuroo asks and Akaashi shakes his head quietly, Kuroo does not miss a beat with his follow-up response “Oh, I forgot you two do each other so there isn’t much to share” 

Now it’s your turn to gasp and Kenma tries to hide the audible hitch in your breath with his hand. The gym is now silent and you eagerly glance between Kuroo, Akaashi, and Bokuto while waiting for someone to confirm or deny the statement

“Come on Kuroo it was one time!” Bokuto finally gets out of Akaashi’s grasp and Kuroo gives him a pointed look, “Fine. Five times” Another moment of silence passes before “Okay, it has become a regularly occurring thing” 

“Wow,” You simply nod in amazement before sending Akaashi a proud thumbs-up, one that Kenma swats down quickly 

“So we all probably have daddy kinks…” You trail off and look around the gym suspiciously, taking in the small noticeable nods you receive while trying to subtly hide the shocked look on your face

“Well, wasn't this fun, we all learned something new about each other!” Kuroo claps amusedly and Kenma buries his head into your shoulder 

“Yeah, too much,” He mutters before nudging your nose with his ear “can we leave now?”

Of course, Kuroo happened to overhear that

“KENMA I HEARD THAT!” 

Kenma kneels behind you and he oozes disinterest as his eyes run all over your bent figure. The way he has you tied up has your face shoved into the mattress while your ass is high in the air. Kenma leans forward, hovering over you as he playfully snaps your blindfold between his fingers. 

“You’re so irritating,” He sighs and tugs on your hair roughly, forcing you to arch your back even more. It doesn’t matter how much shit he talks because you can still feel the hard heat digging into the back of your thighs. “you really wanted everyone to know your little secret.” 

Kenma trails one of his hands between your thighs, running his fingers along your slit and the gag in your mouth muffles your moans. 

“Kuroo acts like he knows everything we do behind closed doors but truthfully, he doesn’t even know the half of it.” Kenma softly rubs his palm against your ass, smoothing it over to the bottom of your spine. “Isn’t that right?” He asks and you can’t help the way you push your ass harder up against him. 

A harsh slap resonates around the room, the entire impact of it all makes your body lunge forward. Had it not been for the restraints, you would have bucked your head into the wooden headboard. Kenma quietly laughs before doing it again, letting his slim hand smack your ass once more. He watches with an amused expression at how your thighs have slightly spread for him so that he can see your drenched cunt perfectly.

“You’re enjoying this,” Kenma voices his thoughts and you nod your head, Kenma has to hold back from rolling his eyes and he leans over to release the gag from your mouth.

“Yes Daddy, I want more. Please,” You softly moan, your voice coming out hoarse due to the strain in your jaw and the dryness of your throat. Your boyfriend almost regrets taking the gag off your loudmouth. Regardless, he finds himself playing right into your game and the tightness in his pants increases tenfold. He does this all for you, Kenma lies to himself. It isn’t all entirely just for you.

“How many more do you want? How many more can you take from me?”

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sangyeon

sangyeon is quite professional, so i think that him mentioning his s/o wouldn't only catch him but the others off guard as well. it would probably happen while he was bantering with his members. he somewhat forgot that there were cameras everywhere and that he couldn't mention you without any consequences.

their interview was led astray a while ago, the chaotic energy of all of them redirecting their attention from the questions to other random thoughts and banter. sunwoo and eric were telling a particularly embarrassing story about sangyeon, only for him to snap and jokingly scold them. it somehow ended in a small exasperated fight, each and every one of them trying to one-up the others by telling progressively more awkward stories. at some point haknyeon told a story and when he mentioned a "friend", - that friend being you - sangyeon chimed in to correct him, "y/n's still my girlfriend/boyfriend, you know?". they all suddenly went quiet, and it took sangyeon a while to catch on. he leaned back in his chair, hands rubbing his face in frustration when he did. he definitely screwed up, and he can only hope that it won't cause any repercussions for neither him nor you.

↬ you can find the other members under the cut!

jacob

jacob's a sweetheart and i feel like he'd genuinely feel bad about having to keep your relationship a secret. not only for your sake but also for the sake of the fans. it feels wrong to keep such a big part of himself from them. he didn't plan on mentioning you, and it was a genuine mistake on his part, but maybe, just maybe it wasn't that bad. you're his most significant concern though, so his next steps would depend on your feelings on the matter.

he didn't mean to and he knows that he will be in a lot of trouble. they were playing a little game as part of the interview and it was jacob's turn. his objective was to list all things important to him. your name left his lips almost automatically before he went on to list his members, deobi and his family. he sat back down to let the next member take over, not even realising the looks his members and managers were giving him. he gasped suddenly when he realised what he just said, eyes frantically searching for his manager's in hopes of a possible explanation that didn't expose you two. as much as he wanted to be honest and open about you two, he would never go behind your back like that on purpose, and he hopes you know that.

younghoon

you were actually present when it happened, younghoon having spent the entire morning trying to convince you to tag along to their scheduled interview. you agreed reluctantly, the opportunity to spend more time with your boyfriend being too good to pass up after all. you two never really talked about going public, so neither of you knew what to do once younghoon mentioned you.

younghoon kept getting distracted by you while you were sitting next to their managers, a proud smile on his face every time your eyes met. he missed you so much, so being able to spend even a little bit more time together was enough to get him all giggly and happy. the interviewer obviously caught onto his behaviour, asking why he was this excited. not even thinking about where he was his smile brightens, "i'm just glad y/n's here with us today." his smile falters immediately, eyes blown wide. he looks over at you, the shocked expression on your face doing nothing to help him figure out how he could get out of this. maybe it was time for the two of you to discuss going public after all.

hyunjae

it wasn't during an interview per se, but he was doing a live with kevin and changmin. they were answering questions, and he accidentally let your name slip while he was talking. he kind of just froze, his eyes focused on the plethora of comments rushing by. the others were quick to intervene though, coming up with a believable story that most of the viewers accepted as truth.

they were talking and joking with the viewers, kevin currently telling a story that happened not too long ago when hyunjae saw a question directed at him. he let kevin finish his story, taking over the talking, "my necklace? oh, i got it as a gift." he answered while showing off the pendant. the comment section was filled with questions as to who bought it for him. without giving it a second thought he simply said, "y/n bought it for me, actually.". he kind of just stopped when he realised the tension building in the room, his eyes shooting up to look at the comments. it felt like thousands of comments were rushing by, "who's y/n????" littering the comment section in seconds. kevin piped up at that, coming up with a surprisingly convincing story about how "y/n" was just a friend of theirs, a former trainee that left and still kept in contact with them. changmin helped out too, telling fake stories about their trainee years with "y/n". the comments soon went back to normal, demanding more pre-debut stories instead.

juyeon

he was all too aware of the consequences and struggled that came with dating as an idol. so far he's been doing great, always able to meet up with you in secret without raising any suspicions. as much as he loved you and wanted to declare his undying love for you for the entire world to hear, your safety and privacy always came first. his excuse was rather weak, which resulted in the company having to release a statement to calm the masses.

they were joking around with the interviewer, the atmosphere laid back and comfortable. they all kept poking fun at each other, laughs and giggles filling the interview area. going back to the questions, juyeon was the first one to be asked about his ideal first date. during an absolute no brainer, he looked confident, cocky almost while talking about your first date with him in great detail. the interviewer caught up on his very detailed story and asked if he had ever taken anyone out for a date like that. he just nodded, gasps escaping some of his members. the interviewer obviously took the chance to press for more answers, throwing names of female idols around to get a reaction out of him. juyeon shook his head furiously, waving his hands around to deny. "no, no, no, not a date like that. i went out with some of my members!" his voice was obviously panicked, and he knew that he really did it this time.

kevin

as much as he likes to be the funny guy and overshare from time to time, there are certain boundaries. your relationship was definitely one of them. his main concern was your comfort and safety. as much as he liked to believe that people would be supportive, he's also all too aware of the few extremely toxic people that would make it hard for you.

they were being asked simple questions and unfortunately, the way too overused "are any of you guys in a relationship?" was one of the questions asked. kevin doesn't know what made him say yes, especially when he felt his members look at him in shock, the manager letting out a gasp behind the camera. maybe he was tired of playing pretend, perhaps he just wanted to finally be able to talk about you freely. he just sits there and feels the regret wash over him. what was he supposed to do now? he hasn't even talked about going public with you. panic starts to settle within him, his hands getting sweaty. he couldn't do much, since it all depended on his managers and the producers from now on.

chanhee

i feel like he wouldn't really slip up like that. he probably would accidentally mention you in a different context, like he would forget to silence his phone. when it rang during the interview, the interviewer would ask who it was. chanhee would nonchalantly reply with "oh, it's just y/n." he's really caring and would see his little slip-up as a danger to your safety. he'd probably make sure that it would get cut out.

the interview was going great, they were having a lot of fun and got along quite well with the interviewer. they started talking about gifts and what the last gift was they'd received, and chanhee instinctively lifted his arm, showing off his bracelet. the interviewer complimented it, and when he asked chanhee if one of the members got it for him, he shook his head, "no, y/n got it for me.". only when the interviewer raised his eyebrows and asked, "y/n? who's that?" did chanhee realise what had just happened. his mind was racing and he spurted out the first thing that came to mind, "oh, y/n's a friend. i've known them for years now." he was hoping that he was convincing enough and made sure to remember to apologise to you later.

changmin

changmin often replied to questions with somewhat questionable answers, but blurting out your name during an interview was quite possibly the worst one yet. it kinda just slipped out and he quite frankly had no idea how to handle the situation. sangyeon or jacob might have to step in trying to either come up with a somewhat convincing story or avert the attention to a different member while changmin just sits there, dumbfounded at his own mistake.

the producers had set up the questions in a way to give the members a chance to woo their fans, so it turned out to be quite surprising when changmin blurted "y/n!" instead of a proper answer. it's like his brain stopped working for a second and you were the first person that came to mind. his eyes went wide, looking at his members for help. none of them really knew how to react in a situation like this appropriately, so they just resorted to brushing it off, pretending like it didn't happen. he was pretty quiet for the rest of the schedule, letting the others do the talking and only ever speaking when he was asked directly. he kept thinking about you and how it would affect you if the producers decide to leave his mistake in.

haknyeon

some part of him wanted to go public, to talk about you in lives and show off the cute pictures you took together. another- more rational - part of him knew that it would be best for you as well as for him and his members if you two kept quiet. as much as he got scared when he mentioned you, he was somewhat convinced that his company would take care of it. there was no way they'd just let an interview like that get aired without editing out his slip up, right?

he was currently seated in an empty conference room, waiting for his manager and ceo to come to talk to him. they've never been too enthusiastic about the fact that he was in a relationship. still, they agreed on letting him do his thing as long as he made sure to keep it from the public. haknyeon knew he screwed up and spent the time waiting with trying to come up with arguments to keep them from making him break up with you. at the end of the day, he knew that he was in trouble but there was no way hed just break up with you like that. they could edit the part out and leave it at that, the public still unaware of your relationship.

sunwoo

he prefers keeping you two a secret, and he has made it clear from the very beginning of your relationship that he doesn't want to go public. maybe someday, but definitely not any time soon. you were alright with it, the thought of angry fans and your privacy being taken away enough to agree with sunwoo on the matter. when he accidentally mentioned you while telling a story, his heart stopped for a second, and he was panicking on the inside.

they were telling a story, when sunwoo decided to take over. "yeah, and when we went back to the dorms, y/n was already there, it was-". he was interrupted when he felt someone whack his shoulder from behind, turning to snap at them. he was met with shocked expressions and worried eyes, confusion taking over sunwoo's features. "why are you mentioning y/n? are you crazy?" sangyeon hissed at him, a frown etched onto the leader's face. sunwoo gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. he looked back at the producers in panic, a begging look on his face.

eric

he definitely panics inside and definitely resorts to trying to talk his way out of it, stammering out excuse after excuse. he tries to stay calm and collected, figuring that people would definitely question him if he would be overly hysterical when delivering his explanation. he doesn't want to go public, enjoying the privacy you two have, so he'd try his best to get out of this dilemma.

"then y/n came in, which startled sunwoo so bad that he accidentally smacked juyeon right in the face and-" his story was interrupted by the interviewer who curiously asked who this "y/n" was. eric's first reaction was a meek, "what?" once it clicked, he let out a laugh trying to come off as nonchalant while explaining himself, "oh! y/n! y/n's a new staff member at our company, and i've known them for a while now. we're quite close with them, you see." he looked over at his members for a second, a helpless look in his eyes. some of them decided to chime in and help him out, keeping up the narrative of you being a staff member and nothing more.

#the boyz #the boyz reactions #the boyz fanfic #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz oneshots #the boyz writing #the boyz angst #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #chanhee #changmin #sunwoo #eric #haknyeon #tbz

[littlemisskookie]

Learning the Hard Way

Learning the Hard Way Ship: Jungkook | Noona!Reader Description: Jungkook’s determined to prove to you he’s not a kid. Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT TSHDKN, PWP, Oral, Blowjob, Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, DOM!KOOK, NOONA KINK, Slight Nipple Play, Masturbation, Unsafe Driving, Unprotected Sex, Denied Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, DIRTY TALK, Creampie, Cumplay, Cum Eating, Fingering, Grinding, Deepthroating, Demeaning Names, Light Bondage, Slow Burn?, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Pussy Slapping, Breathplay, Plot if you squint, Fluff if you squint Word Count: 12,200 A/N: WHY

Guy's night at Jimin's every Saturday night was commonplace- a tradition among your group. It consisted of you and seven other boys- all of whom you got along with. You didn't know them as well as they knew each other, but seeing as you had been hanging around them for months now, you grew something of an attachment to them, forming inside jokes and feeling comfortable already. And to think, your closest friend Jimin inviting you to his typical guys' night out, only for them to collectively decide you were a guy in spirit.

You weren't insulted, as some had suspected you'd be. Sure, you found each of them attractive, and more than one you had envisioned sleeping with- but you kept your boundaries. You were just friends with them, and though you could swear once or twice you'd catch one checking you out, none of them made a move on you. Some had girlfriends and some had flings, but you'd often time have to hear of their raunchy depictions of the night before, lewd and kinky acts they'd have no problem confessing. You'd have to drink more than usual in efforts to blur the memory of it, though you couldn't deny the flush of heat to both your cheeks and your core when the boys let sinful words roll off their tongues. Most eyes would be on you instead of the one telling the story, amused by how your cheeks flushed and you called the boy gross for forcing you to listen to how well a girl gagged on his cock.

This was one of those days.

"Dear fucking god, Jin! How long does it take for you to go on about nipple clamps? You've got more description than a fanfiction writer," you hiss, clamping your hands over your ears as Jin went on about his endeavors with some big-racked bimbo he met at the club.

"Sweetheart, just last week Taehyung was going into detail of how good he was at giving head- don't tell me you have double standards now?" Jin smiled, jokingly trying to rile you up.

"I don't! It was just as infuriating. I don't understand why you guys have to go about describing in explicit detail your sexual encounters. You don't hear me talking about how I had a guy nail me ten ways to Sunday," you fume, speaking fast, the buzz from your previous drink starting to fade. You were beginning to sober up, and as much as you'd like to press a bottle to your lips once more, you wanted to at least feel somewhat coherent for the drive back home.

"It's just what guys do, Y/N-ah," Hoseok teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

You simply scowled and swatted his hand away, matting your hair down with your palms. "It's not just a guy thing! You don't hear Kookie talking in such a filthy manner."

It was true- Jungkook was the only one who didn't talk like the others. He was more reserved in that sense, and though he seemed more timid than the others, you were perhaps most fond of him. Something about him made you want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair, baby him to all means necessary. Maybe it was the doe-eyes or that haircut of his, but simply put, Jeon Jungkook was adorable.

He was the one you could never quite picture sexually. You felt guilty whenever you even considered it. You didn't want to picture what was beneath the sweatpants and sweatshirts because simply put, he seemed so naive and didn't have nearly the same sexual confidence as the others did around you. Quite honestly, you suspected him to be a virgin. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

At your comment, however, Jimin let out a boisterous laugh. "Are you serious?"

You fume, your cheeks as red as Jungkook's, though his are from embarrassment and yours from false anger. "Yes! In fact, it's even more of a reason- he's innocent and corruptible. I don't want him getting skewed perceptions of sex based on your exaggerated details."

At that, Namjoon simply quirked a brow. "Don't tell me... You think little Kookie is a virgin, don't you?"

Now it's your turn for your cheeks to flush. "I mean- look, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

"That's not what I'm saying," Namjoon persisted. "You think Jungkook is a virgin, don't you?"

"I suppose?" You don't even understand what's going on at the moment, but you feel as though you should feel embarrassed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, he's adorable and all, and I'm sure that a lot of girls are attracted to him. I would be too but... I dunno, he doesn't really give off the vibe of a sex god."

"What kind of vibe does he give off then?" Taehyung questioned, elbowing Jungkook in the rib, who only scowled in response.

"He's just... cute I guess. Adorable," you say, your mind groggy. "Like a little bunny. He gives off baby boy vibes."

At that the entire room erupts in laughter, the boys taking turns to swat the youngest's back and holler.

"I'm sorry, Kookie, I didn't mean to embarrass you," you say, reaching over to run a hand up and down his arm.

"Y/N- you've got everything wrong," Jin said, his squeaky laughter dying down as he wiped tears from his eyes. "And all this time I thought you knew that he wasn't a kid."

"He just always came off that way! It's hard to see him dominating women the way you guys claim you do," you grumble. "How was I supposed to know?"

"I'm not a virgin, Noona, just so we're clear," Jungkook pipes up.

"Yeah, but you're an adorable baby boy, apparently!" Jimin says ruffling Jungkook's hair. "Gee, Kookie, who'd have thought?"

"Y/N, I'll have you know that if you think we're anything close to freaky, we've got nothing on him," Yoongi says, cocking his head to the youngest. "I overheard him once on the phone with this girl he picked up at the bar- if you think we say filthy things, you should hear him. I could overhear her cumming on the line."

"It's true- our little boy here has a bigger sexual prowess than all of us combined," Taehyung said, cooing as he pinched Jungkook's cheek. "I caught him fucking some girl on the balcony- and I know you like it rough, but I don't think even you can handle him."

You furrow your brows, your cheeks heating. "How the hell do you know I like it rough? Unlike you heathens, I don't boast about what I'm like in bed."

"You don't, but as I said, boys have a horrible habit of oversharing. Jackson may or may not have let it slip on how you like to be manhandled," Hoseok mentions.

"That bastard! After I sucked his cheesedick without him reciprocating- fuck, nevermind, I'm not going to get into it," you huffed. "And I'll have you know I can handle plenty- but personally I believe that you're just pulling these stories out of your ass to frighten me. I can believe Jungkook's not a virgin- but sex god I just don't see."

"Looks like you're gonna have to prove her wrong, Kook," Yoongi grunts, jutting his chin. "That is if she's up for the challenge."

"I'd like to see him try. He's a baby boy and I won't listen to savages like you," you say, rolling your eyes. "He's too young to be freaks like you."

"I'm only a year younger than you are," Jungkook pointed out, though you could tell from his narrowed eyes that he was beginning to get a bit irritated with you.

"Looks like Kook plans on teaching Y/N-ah the hard way," Jimin teased. "You'll eat those words, Y/N, but I warned you."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Look, I've got to get home already,  so if anyone's too drunk to drive and wants to tag along with, I suggest you do so now. I'll see you guys next week."

You're about halfway through the parking lot when you hear your name. You turn to see Jungkook running towards you, his pace quick. Before you knew it, he was by your side, his breathing slightly uneven. "Y/N! I forgot I need a ride home."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" you questioned.

"Forgot- but I'm too buzzed. I don't trust myself to drive and I'm kinda tired. I should get home and sleep," Jungkook explained.

You examined him, curious about any underlying tones, but he seemed honest. You simply shrugged and continued to the car. "Hop in then, kid."

Your ears were probably playing tricks on you, but you could've sworn you heard a low growl.

The ride to his place was longer than it was to yours and for the first five minutes, you sat in silence. You wondered if it was the awkward or the silent kind, but either way, there was some sort of tension building between you two. You just weren't sure what.

"I, um, wanted to apologize," you mumble. "About dragging you into that. I was just trying to get them to shut up for a bit- I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's alright- they'll forget about it sooner or later," Jungkook shrugged.

"So are you mad at me?" you questioned.

"Honestly? A little bit. More frustrated or irritated, to be frank."

"Look, regardless of how experienced you are, it doesn't matter. I only brought it up because you don't really feel the need to brag the way they do, which I appreciate. One of the reasons you're my favorite," you tease, pinching his cheek.

"Did you really think I was that inexperienced?"

"I don't know- as I said, you talk the least about sex. For all I know you're a complete sub- which is fine, though I myself don't have much experience with that. I guess I just never thought about it so much because of the reasons I explained earlier. You don't really give off the same sexual vibe as the others."

"You know what they had said earlier though was true, right?" Jungkook questioned. You feel his gaze pierce at you from the side of your head.

You roll your eyes, but your fists tighten around the steering wheel. "About you being some sort of man whore? Please."

"I'm not a man whore perse, but..." Jungkook licked his lips. "I'm not at all what you think I am."

"A baby boy?" You scoffed at that. "So you're going to try to convince me that you're some sort of sex god or something."

"I just don't want you seeing me as a kid, Noona."

"I can't help it, Kookie. It's just how I see you- even if you're only a little younger."

"What if I could change that? Make you see me as a man?"

You pause at that, looking at him warily. "How exactly would you do that?"

Jungkook paused as well, as though holding his breath. "I've got my ways."

"Prove it."

You don't know exactly what kind of trap you've gotten yourself into, but based on the predatory stare that he gives you, his eyes boring into yours with unsated lust, you have an idea.

His hand comes up to your knee, and you feel yourself get tense. Your eyes quickly dart down to his veiny hand, the small bumps protruding from beneath the skin, the long and slender fingers digging into the skin. You curse yourself for wearing shorts, but to be fair it was a hot summer day.

"Eyes on the road, Noona."

Your eyes quickly dart back up to the road, and you panic in your head. Was this actually happening? Sweet little Kookie, who you babied and teased, now showing the demeanor of some sort of dominant? What sort of an alternate reality were you living in? Despite this, you couldn't help but notice the heat that pooled between your thighs, a side of Jungkook slowly becoming unveiled. You knew if things got cranked up a notch, you'd never be able to go back. You'd never be able to see him the same way.

"I think I'd start by telling you what I had told that girl over the line," Jungkook says, voice low, making you strain to listen in, hanging onto his every word. "Hyung was right when he said I had a filthy mouth- not as filthy as that girl's though when she was sucking on my cock earlier that day."

Your hands now had a vice-like grip on the steering wheel. "Oh my god."

"She was a nasty little thing, you know. Tasting herself on my dick, trying to milk me dry so she could swallow every drop like a good little slut." His hand rose higher up your thigh, and you refused to look at him, keeping your eyes on the road. You could feel his stare drill into your skull, however, and your mouth went dry. "Would you be a good slut for me too, I wonder?"

Your mouth opened and closed, but you were at a loss for words. "I-I..."

"Spread your legs," he growled, his words a command rather than a request. You found yourself functioning on autopilot, your legs opening to make room for his hand as it slid eerily further up your thigh, where you wanted him most. He shives over nuzzling his nose into your neck as he strains to get closer to you. "I talked to her on the phone. She was begging for me to talk to her, her vibrator in hand as she waited for me to tell her what to do. She couldn't cum without my voice, without my words, without my permission. It was as though I made her incapable for settling for less- and even some little toy and her cute little fingers- stuffed inside that tight cunt of hers- it couldn't compare to how I wrecked her for the night."

"K-Kookie, we shouldn't b-be-"

His blunt nails dig possessively over your thigh, however, and he growls against the skin where your neck and collarbone meet. "Don't call me that."

You let out a whimper of submission, your hand shaking as you grip the wheel firmly. You mutter curses to yourself as he cups your heat, hand slowly palming you through your shorts, middle finger going up and down the feel of your slit. "I wonder how wet you are for me already when I've barely touched you. I bet you started getting soaked the minute I talked about that girl milking me good, and I didn't even tell you about the other one on the balcony. She begged for me to wrap my hand around her pretty little neck and squeeze. I squeezed her neck as hard as she squeezed around my cock- she was so tight, I'm getting hard just from remembering it."

Your hole clenched over nothing, as though wanting to wrap itself around Jungkook's cock the same way the other girls had. Sweet little Kookie, who didn't seem sweet or little anymore.

Jungkook slid the part of your shorts to the side, along with your underwear, your bare pussy meeting the cold air. "You smell so sweet, Noona. I bet you taste even better."

You curse, doing your best to concentrate on driving. How had you let this happen?

"Do you want me to touch you, Noona?" He gently taps at your pussy lips, a small string of wetness connecting his finger to your pussy, stretching into a strand before snapping into nothingness. "Want me to touch this drenched little pussy of yours?"

"F-Fuck, Jungkook."

"Use your words, Noona. Be a big girl. Tell me to stop or tell me to finger fuck you as you're driving."

"Yes, p-please," you mutter softly, barely able to hear your own words. You were unbelievably turned on at the moment, your body set aflame. "Please touch me- finger me- I don't care."

"Good girl." Jungkook's tongue poked out from between his lips, the wet muscle gliding from your collarbone up to the patch below your ear. At that moment he sunk a digit into you, pumping it slowly as he crooked it upwards, searching for the rough patch as he dug his palm into your clit.

You jumped, your knee hitting the bottom of the dashboard. "J-Jungkook, I can't drive like this."

"You can and you will," Jungkook mutters, voice a low growl as he finds your g-spot, studying your face as he taps against it. "If you can't take so much as my fingers, what makes you think you'd be able to take my cock? I'd stretch you out so good, fill you to the brim. You'll feel my cock in your throat before I even start pounding into you."

You feel your toes curl at the thought, and Jungkook takes one of your hands to rest on the crotch of his sweatpants, where he's fully erect underneath the fabric. You can tell already that he's impossibly big, and you feel your mouth water at the prospect of having it inside of you.

"Does that feel like a kid to you?" he rasps, lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

"N-No," you stammer. "Fuck, Jungkook, since when were you like this?"

"Since always," he responds, using two fingers now that you've begun to stretch out for him. "You just never noticed. You'd just tease me like the little slut you are, prancing around in those tiny shorts in a room filled with men. You were just begging for this little cunt to get filled, weren't you? Wanted someone to abuse these tiny holes of yours and fuck you nice and good."

"Yes, I-I... Shit, Jungkook, will you fuck me? Stretch me out nice and good with that massive cock of yours?" you question, mind going blank as profanities and lewd words spilled from your mouth.

"Do you think you deserve it, Noona? Do you deserve my cock after you teased me and called me a kid?" Jungkook questioned, fingers delivering a rather brutal and harsh thrust as he buried them deeper. A third slipped inside, and you felt your mind go numb, your hips lifting to grind your swollen clit into his palm. "Look at you- humping my hand like the desperate, pathetic whore you are. You'd do anything to get off, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Jungkook- I'm so sorry, just please please let me cum," you beg.

You hear him pull out his cock, his other hand pumping it furiously as he nibbles at your earlobe. "You've gotten me so hard, baby. I wish you could see how hard I am for you, just from fingering this tight cunt of yours and seeing you squirming at my words. I want to fuck you in every position and make you cry."

"S-Shit, I want that too," you admit quietly. You want nothing more than to look at him touching himself, but the minute your head turns so much as a centimeter in his direction he slams his fingers back into you, making you gasp and moan at the onslaught of pleasure.

"Who said you get to look at me?" he hissed. "You don't deserve to see my cock yet. Eyes on the road. You can look at the next red light."

You weakly nod, whimpering as a confirmation of submission. You're so tense, your body riled up as you shake with anticipation, counting down until the red light up ahead. You've never wanted to see one so badly in your life, but your mouth watered at the thought of the pulsating red member, leaking with precum, eager to be buried inside of you.

You're squirming in your seat at Jungkook's ministrations, and you feel yourself getting close. "You're leaking all over the seat, Noona. You're making such a mess," Jungkook cooed, feeling how your slick juices dribbled down your cheeks and into your shorts, your panties drenched and sticking to your lips. You wouldn't be surprised if some of it got into the seat, but you couldn't look down to check. "Are you going to cum Noona? Are you going to make a big mess for me?"

"F-Fuck, I'm getting close, Jungkook," you whimpered, hands shaking. You felt as though your whole body was on vibrate. "Please let me cum. I'm so so so close."

"Not yet," he growled, the tone in his voice both carnal and feral. He slipped his fingers out of you much to your dismay. His fingers went around your swollen outer lips, squeezing them between his fingers, rubbing your clit between. "Ride that fucking edge, baby."

You're panting, and you hear his breathing get heavy. He sucks urgent hickeys against your neck, bruising the skin. He growls and groans against you, fingers slipping back in and pumping into you furiously. You only realize at that moment that he's doing it at the same pace he's touching himself, so quickly as though he were trying to hurtle himself to the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close Noona. I'm gonna cum." His hands slip out of you to touch himself, and you can only assume he's massaging his balls at the moment.

"J-Jungkook-"

It's at that moment you stop at the red light, and as though on instinct, he lets out a loud moan, reaching his climax as he tumbles over the edge. You allow yourself to look, finding yourself mesmerized by the sight. His cock was even bigger than you imagined, despite the fact you got a good feel earlier. The tip was angry and red, with cum leaking profusely down the slit and over the head, sliding down the shaft and over his balls and scrotum. You wanted nothing more than to lick every drop, as though devouring a popsicle stick in the summer heat.

He was a sight to behold, sweaty hair pushed back to reveal his forehead. He was glistening in sweat, his hand still gripped tightly around his cock as he milked out every last drop, cum profusely spilling over him and making a mess of everything it touched. The veins protruded from his arms, showing you that he truly was blessed with a man's body. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he let out a low moan, tilting his head back as his hips bucked in the air, letting him thrust into his hand.

You gawk at what you're allowed to see within the lights of the street, but it seems to be over too soon, and you find yourself back on the road to stare ahead, your mind dazed and your body overheated. You never felt so turned on in your life from such lewd acts.

His fingers reach up, the two sticky and coated with cum, glistening in the passing streetlights. "Lick."

You open your mouth obediently, trapping his fingers into your mouth, letting your wet muscle twirl around the digits to get every drop. He pulls them out with a pop, much to your disappointment, and you let out a whine of protest.

Jungkook didn't seem the least bit embarrassed in comparison to earlier, instead letting out a low chuckle as he gives you a lovebite at the base of your neck. "I think Noona liked seeing me cum," he purred. "Do you want me to put my sticky fingers inside of you? Pump you nice and full with my cum?"

Your legs spread enticingly now, desperate and eager for him to touch you again, and he merely laughs. His sticky fingers rub at your pussy lips, swollen and warm from his ministrations, and you buck into his hand.

"You're so eager to have my cum inside of you, aren't you? Even if it's not from my cock, you just want to be filled up like the dirty whore you are, isn't that right? I can't decide if cumslut or cumdumpster suits you better."

"Please please please put them inside me, Jungkook," you whine, begging. You've never heard your voice sound so raw and needy before, but perhaps that's just what Jungkook did to you. His magic effect. "Make me cum all over your cum-coated fingers."

"I think of all the sluts I've fucked, you're the nastiest of them all," he sneered, though let his fingers go back inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief, moaning instantly as he easily finds your g-spot, playing your body like an instrument. The high you had been building up was now approaching once more, and you felt as though your body was a flame.

"I think this is the hottest sight I've seen," Jungkook admitted, nipping at the shell of your ear. "You're milking my fingers dry, baby. You're so tight, I won't be able to squeeze my fat cock inside of you. You couldn't take it."

"Y-Yes I could," you hissed, stammering all the while. "Make me take it."

"I would," he hummed. "You're about to cream on my fingers, huh? Gonna cream all over my filthy fingers with that filthy pussy of yours? Filled with cum but not with cock?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so close! Right there, right- ffffuck-!"

Your orgasm, however, doesn't meet it's tumbling edge. The moment you feel as though you're going to dive off the deep end, Jungkook pulls his fingers out. You're left feeling blank and empty, clenching over nothing as some of the cum he had pushed inside of you dribbles out. You turn to Jungkook, shocked, but he simply shrugs and wipes his wet hand on your thigh.

"We're at my place," he says, grinning the bunny smile you once would've defined as 'cute'. Now it was anything but. Now it was sinister. "Thanks for the ride, Noona."

His tone was sickly sweet and innocent as you would've suspected of him before, but now it simply was used in a mocking manner as he exited your car, leaving you high and dry, gawking at the orgasm that you swore you could practically taste on your tongue before he ripped it away from you. You were furious and frustrated, as well as everything in between.

Game on.

-

The next encounter you had with Jungkook was when Jimin had invited you to go out dancing with him, Jungkook, and Hoseok. There was a popular club that had recently opened, and seeing that your ass could apparently get you past any bouncer, you were their best option.

You agreed- though you had expected to see Jungkook at the usual guy's night, you supposed one day in advance wouldn't hurt.

You knew it was well worth it once Jungkook's gaze fell on you, your skimpiest dress showing the expanse of your thighs and cleavage. You simply didn't pay him any mind, however, simply turning your nose up and smirking. Perhaps he expected you to blush and duck your head once in his presence, but you could tell from the dark gaze he held throughout the night that he knew you weren't so keen on how he left you hanging.

It wasn't until he approached you at the bar, leaving the others swimming in the pool of grinding bodies and blackout drunks, that he spoke to you.

"I'd figure you'd be dancing a bit more, Noona. You barely spent any time on the dance floor," Jungkook commented, sliding into the seat beside you.

"I'll dance later, Kookie," you say, putting emphasis on his nickname, enjoying the heated glare he gave you. "I like to have a little bit of something in my system before I'm grinding against a man."

The corner of his lip twitches upwards into a snarl, seeing the shit-eating grin you couldn't help but conceal. "You didn't seem to have the same attitude when I was stuffing your pretty little cunt with my cum."

You do your best to conceal the upcoming shudder that runs through your body at his baritone voice. In an effort to hide the arousal you were experiencing at the moment, you simply hide your mouth with a sip of your drink, hoping that'll keep the emotions from bubbling to the surface. "That was before you confirmed my earlier suspicions that you were a kid," you say simply.

"Oh? Care to explain? I'd love to hear this."

You feel your own lips twitch upwards into a coy smile, gleeful that he was landing right into your trap. This was almost too easy- too predictable. You felt glad that it was your turn to have the upper hand. "A man knows how to please his partner and take care of her needs- push her over the edge. A kid, however, cares only for his own needs and gratification, caring for his own orgasm and not the other's." Your fingers trace absentmindedly around the glass, drawings circles. You hear the snarl that emits from the base of his throat, and a quiet voice in your head says the golden word. Checkmate. "That's the difference between a horny teenager and an experienced man."

"So that's how you want to play this, huh?" His eyes raked over your body. "Could it be you truly haven't learned your lesson? Or are you that desperate for me to touch you again."

You hum, shrugging as you slide off your seat with as much grace and elegance as you can manage. "You tell me, Kookie."

You slip into the sea of dancing drunks, bodies pressed against one another to the beat of the same old trap music. You let yourself sway to the music, arms above your head as you roll your hips, appearing as enticing and alluring as you can. You know all too well the burning gaze that you feel, your target of the night taking notice of your movements. It doesn't take long for you to feel someone pressed behind you, hands digging into your hips. His lips trailed up and down your neck, and though the bruises and hickeys from last time had disappeared, for the most part, you were all too willing to let them reappear and blossom across your skin.

You gasp at the feeling of his erection pressed against your ass, the outline of his big cock burying itself against you. Your hazy memory seemed to clear as you remember exactly how big he really was, and you gulp with anticipation.

"Does this feel like a kid to you, Noona?" Jungkook snarls against you, grinding his hips deliberately.

"Scared you're going to jizz in your pants like a horny teenager?" you counter, not allowing yourself to so much as taking in a breath.

"I won't be jizzing in my pants tonight, trust me," he responds. "Tonight I'll be cumming down your throat."

You tense at that. "Did you not hear what I said? You're only proving me right. Only care for your own needs, huh Kookie?"

His hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back so that the expanse of your neck is available to him. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over you. "Only good little sluts get to cum- and you've been nothing but a brat, sweetheart. You're not going to cum tonight, but you're gonna beg for my cock. Maybe next time I'll let you cum. You'll be begging me to stop with how many times I'll wreck you in a single night."

Your breath hitches and his hand reaches forward, pressing your body further against his as his hand goes under your dress, hitching it up so that anyone around can see. His fingers trace the lacy outline of your panties, cupping your heat and feeling the warmth of your wetness. He smirks against you, and he shudders. "Look at you, so wet for just some kid. You're letting me touch your pretty little pussy right here on the dance floor where anyone can see because you're that desperate. Why don't you just admit what we both already know?"

You find your hips jutting against his hand, eager for more. "J-Jungkook, anyone could see. What if Jimin and Hobi see?"

"Let them see. I want them to see what a whore you are for me and only me, isn't that right?" he questions, fingers curling to grab hold of you possessively. "My little slut."

"Yours," you promise, feeling breathless. "L-Let's go somewhere private, please."

"Your choice, Noona." He lets go of you and grabs hold of your wrist, dragging you along until the two of you are outside of the club.

You find yourself being pressed against a brick wall, hoisted against Jungkook as he ground his erection against your core. His tongue dove into the hot cavern of your mouth, asserting his dominance as he swallowed your moans. You could feel the rough texture of the brick dig into where he had pinned your wrists, and you could do no more than squirm and take his humping as he moved you against the wall, your pressed body sliding up and down, letting the rough surface dig into your back through the thin fabric of your dress.

Your hips buck up to meet his, and though he had already confirmed that your needs wouldn't be catered to this time, you found yourself eager to begin anyhow. If sex was just about reaching orgasm, then people would simply stick to their toys or hands. Perhaps it was the feeling of pleasuring someone else that had people searching for physical intimacy.

"You're so desperate to get off, aren't you Noona?" Jungkook said, his lips brushing against your own as he murmured the words. "Dry humping me behind a seedy club- you look so desperate right now."

"I want you to touch me already, Jungkook," you hissed, your wrists twisting in his grip.

"All in good time," he mumbled, loosening his grip so that he could press harder against you, his hands finding their way to your breasts to give them a tight squeeze. "You've got such pretty tits, Noona, will you let me see?"

"Hurry," you whispered, feeling his fingers yank down the fabric at the top of your breasts, tugging the bra along with it to cup underneath. He held your breasts in his hands, squeezing as though he were trying to mold them, his tongue diving into your mouth again as he moaned. You felt the vibrations course through your body, and your legs circled around his waist, heels digging into the base of his spine to draw him impossibly closer.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," Jungkook hissed, his voice a low growl. "I can't wait to ruin you."

"Then do it already," you snapped, finding yourself impatient.

"Tsk- where's the fun in that? Gotta make you chase for it," Jungkook laughed, his smile cocky.

"Don't tell me you're playing hard to get," you muttered.

"You certainly aren't," Jungkook replied, pushing back to let your feet touch the floor once more, hands off until one reached under your dress, cupping your soaked underwear. "Do you get this wet for anyone, Noona?"

You whimpered, squirming as you felt his fingers slide your panties to the side, petting your wet folds.

You gasped when you felt a sharp slap on your pussy, and your body jerked.

"Answer me," he demanded, voice lowering to a husky growl.

"N-No."

"No what?" His question was followed by another slap.

"No, I d-don't get this wet for anyone else. Please touch me, Jungkook," you begged, pouting.

To your dismay, he only smirked, pulling his hand back, middle digit slick with your juices. "Get on your knees," he said simply. Your knees buckled, meeting with the harsh concrete. His finger dove into your mouth, allowing you to taste your addictive juices. "Suck it how you'll suck my cock in a few minutes," he responded.

You did as you were told, bobbing your head and keeping hold of his hand, keeping it still as you hollowed your cheeks. You stared up at him with wide eyes, anticipating his next move. He simply starved.

"Do you taste good?" He questioned, pulling back once you nodded with a low hum. "I wouldn't know, now would I?"

You licked your lips, biting them in an effort to further entice him. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

"Can't do that, Noona. Once I get a taste, I won't be able to stop," he said simply. His hands reached for his belt, and your mouth waters in anticipation. You straightened your back, arms resting on his thighs until his cock sprung free. You could see it a bit clearer now from nearby lights, especially since it was up close. His size was on the bigger side, and you couldn't help but find your mind wandering to the thought of it stretching you out with a delicious burn.

"Do you want a taste, Noona?" he questions, smirking with satisfaction at the sight of your blown out pupils and watering mouth.

You nod silently, transfixed on the sight. You reach up to touch him, but he grabs your wrist in midair, stopping you from doing so. His expression hardened, and you looked up at him in confusion. "Beg," he simply said.

You clenched your thighs together. "Please... Jungkook, let me suck you off."

"You can do better than that, baby. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours. You won't be able to talk in a few minutes, so make it count."

Your tongue felt thick in your throat, and you swallowed. "Let me milk you dry, Jungkook. I want to feel your cock in my throat and swallow every last drop. Won't you please let me be your good little cocksucker?"

"What are you waiting for? Get to it slut," Jungkook hisse. "Prove to me that you're worth putting my dick in."

You didn't hesitate, wrapping your mouth around the sensitive head and sucking, your tongue lapping over the slit with the demeanor of the kitten. You sunk further, tongue tracing the underside as you tried to memorize the feeling of his skin against your taste buds. You kept eye contact with him, eager to please as he stared down at you with a harsh, expecting look. It was almost as though he was doubting your capabilities.

As though eager to prove him wrong, you find yourself taking in a deep breath through your nose, knowing that a bit further and you won't be able to take much more. You then slam yourself down on him, taking him all the way to the base. You find yourself gagging immediately due to his length, a bit bigger than you were used to. Already you could picture the ache in your jaw that you'd feel from his considerable girth. Still, the moment your nose buried into the fine pubic hair, smooshed against his pelvic bone, you knew it'd be worth it.

Jungkook gasped, hips jutting out and into your throat as though he were trying to get impossibly deeper. He cursed and muttered, and in the process you found yourself backed against the wall once more, head pinned between the brick and his hips.

His pants and shallow moans made you greedy, so you squeezed your eyes shut and dug your hands into his thighs as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, the same pace he used when his fingers dove into your pussy less than a week ago.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you take cock so good," he mumbled, hand buried in your hair. "Shit, how are you so good at this?"

His hips slammed forward once again, and you choked at the feeling of the head hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, and he pulled back, allowing you to breathe momentarily. He tilted your head up to look at him, his eyes blown out with lust to see you with mussed hair, the lower half of your face glistening in the light with spit. You leaned forward, trapping a testicle in your mouth as you sucked gently, whilst breathing through your nose to prepare yourself once again. Jungkook pets your hair fondly, fingers combing through the strands.

"My good little cock sucker. You're such a good whore for me, aren't you Noona? Think you'll let me cum down your throat?"

You nodded, opening your mouth as though on instinct, allowing him entry. He grinned, and you felt the heavy weight of him against your tongue once more. You felt more prepared this time, becoming used to the sensation, and allowing yourself to gasp or take in shallow breaths once his hips were pulled back.

You could feel him getting close, his thrusts getting far sloppier and erratic. A stream of sinful words and profanities spewed from his lips, and his hand reached down to the base of your throat, squeezing as he felt himself move within you.

"Fuck, Noona, I can feel my dick in your throat," he gasped out, squeezing as though to enhance the tightness of the confines of your throat. Your eyes watered as you were forced to take it, until his hips had buried against you, pelvic bone trapping you against the brick as the hot, bitter fluid spilled down your throat in white ropes.

Finally, he pulled out, his length softening. It was glistening with your spit, and you were left gasping for breath, sputtering and coughing from the brutal deepthroating you endured.

Jungkook's hand wove through your hair, massaging your scalp with a certain level of tenderness and gentle strokes that you hadn't expected. "That's it, breathe Noona," he said, cooing softly to you as you found your breath evening.

He bent down next to you, and you could only imagine what a mess you looked like. Your dress hitched up around your waist, revealing the dark spot on your underwear. Your breasts revealed with the fabric around your torso yanked down. Your messed up hair that went far further than simple bedhead from simply being pressed against the brick. Or perhaps it was the makeup smeared against your face, mascara at the corners of your eyes, lipstick smudged, and drool covering your chin.

Jungkook simply leaned in and kissed you, as though to knock the breath out of you further. His voice was husky and hot as it fanned over your lips, as though he were speaking into your mouth. "I'll repay the favor tomorrow, Noona. After all- good sluts get to cum."

-

You felt anxious at the next guy's night, finding yourself fidgeting and your mind wandering. You'd repeatedly have to remind yourself to keep your eyes off Jungkook, not allowing them to linger for too long in fear that someone may catch on to the arousal swimming in your gaze. Jungkook was a natural actor, however- not that you're surprised, seeing how well he had kept the sex fiend side of himself hidden for all this time. It's crazy to think that it's only now being revealed.

Your mind wandered to thoughts of how Jungkook was going to pay you back with the orgasm he had promised. It was risky, especially to do it in Jimin's own home, but you couldn't deny the exhilaration that flooded you. Was it the fear of being caught? Was it because you'd be doing it someplace you shouldn't? Or was it just because of Jungkook in general? You pondered over what would be better- his hand buried in your cunt once more, his head between your thighs, or his cock thrusting through your walls at a pace that made you dizzy.

You let your imagination run wild, pressing your lips to the bottle to calm the heat that surged towards the pit of your belly. How was it possible that you were getting turned on just by thinking of a prospect that had yet to happen?

You were so out of it that the time you zoned back in, the conversation seemed to have taken a dangerous turn.

"Look, pussy is the one thing you can eat after 8 PM without gaining weight!" Jin said, arguing with Namjoon.

"I mean, yeah, but it doesn't provide any nutrients! It doesn't fill you up, you can still be hungry after!" He was currently getting a drink from the kitchen, but seeing as Jin has a stubbornness to which none can compare, he continued the argument while the younger was in another room.

"Maybe in the traditional sense," Jin huffed. "What do you think, Y/N?"

"What?" you said, snapping back into the conversation. "What are you guys talking about?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder against yours. "I was wondering why you hadn't scolded us for being weirdos yet."

"You've been distracted. Something on your mind?" Hoseok inquired.

"No, nothing, don't worry. I'm fine!" You let out a burst of nervous laughter, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tried to wipe the mental image of Jungkook hovering above you, pounding you into the bed, from your mind.

"You know you can talk to us about anything. We'll help if we can," Yoongi assures you.

You smile kindly at him, nodding at his words. "I appreciate the sentiment, Yoongs, but really, not- Oh!"

You immediately stood upright, gasping as the warm beer spilled over your shirt. You knew you shouldn't have worn a white shirt today- and it didn't help you were wearing a black bra underneath.

Namjoon cursed and muttered, quickly fetching a towel and giving it to you. "Shit shit shit! I'm sorry, Y/N. I must've tripped over a bump in the rug."

"Don't go insulting my rugs as an excuse for your clumsiness," Jimin countered.

Jungkook disappeared momentarily to get you a bigger towel from the bathroom, draping it over you as to save your dignity from being more exposed to men than you were comfortable with. "You might want to cover yourself, Noona. While I'm sure many of us would appreciate the sight, this doesn't seem to be the time and place."

"Gee, thanks, Kookie," you roll your eyes, though take the towel with appreciation. Your muscles are tense and stiff, however, when you say this, and you wonder if using his nickname so close to your reward will face any repercussions. You figured he wouldn't- after all, you were amongst friends, and he only seemed to be truly bothered by it in sexual scenarios. You didn't feel sexy at all with beer on your shirt. "This may be the only time I'm able to win a wet t-shirt contest with you guys."

"You'd win every time," Taehyung grins, only to have Yoongi sock him in the shoulder.

"Against the abs you guys have? I don't stand a chance!" You laugh at that. "Jimin-ah, I'll be back in a bit. I need to dry my shirt a bit."

"Feel free to grab one of my shirts- it's the least I can do," he says, allowing you to excuse yourself.

You do as he suggests, quickly swiping a shirt from his dresser and going to the bathroom, flinging the wet shirt to pat it and your chest dry from the beer with a fluffy towel. You grumbled to yourself, muttering slightly as you wondered whether or not you'd be able to get the stain out.

You were surprised by a knock at the door. "Uh, who is it?"

"Jungkook."

Almost as though by instinct, you find yourself opening the door for him, not even caring about the fact you were partially undressed. Jungkook closed the door and locked it behind him, and you catch him taking an appreciative glance down at your rack before diverting his gaze back to the ceiling. "Uh- just wanted to check up on you. You've been here for a while."

"Has it been that long?" You're slightly amused with the fact he can't even look you in the eye, wanting to show you respect. It's such a stark contrast from the sex demon he appears as on rare occasions- the man who stood before you was far closer to the Kookie you were familiar with.

"Yeah, the guys wanted me to catch up on you. Mainly to tease me again." Ah, so it appears they still haven't completely forgotten last week's ribbing.

You smirk at him, chuckling. "It's ok for you to look at me, you know. Might I remind you that you've done far worse?"

"I just wasn't sure if you were ok with it. That was a different context," Jungkook explained, though he allowed himself to look at you, doing his best to stare at your face. You couldn't help but giggle at how his eyes would do their best not to glance at your breasts, and you squeezed them between your arms and gave a little shake, seeing him gulp as he tried not to pay attention to what was in his peripheral.

"It's ok for you to look, Kookie," you purr, holding them up to cup them, pushing them upwards as though to entice him. His eyes darkened at the mocking tone you used, adding his nickname to create some sort of edge. "For you to touch too. I miss your touch already."

His dark gaze finally went to your breasts, which you held up as though offering them to him. He didn't hesitate this time, hands kneading at your breasts the way he had the night before. "Is that so, Noona?"

"Mhm," you hum, stepping closer to him, body pressed against his, trapping him between you and the door. "I've been thinking about it all day... and about that reward you promised."

"What reward?" He smirked, wanting to tease you.

You pout childishly at him. "The one for good sluts who get to cum."

He let out a low hiss at that, and before you knew it you're being hoisted up onto the bathroom counter. "You'll get your reward, Noona. But you'll have to keep quiet- and we'll have to be quick. Don't want the others to start suspecting anything, do we?"

You nod, biting your lip. "Please hurry, Jungkook."

He groaned at your pathetic whine, pulling your shorts and panties down, letting them drop to the floor. You hissed at the feeling of the cold countertop against your bare ass, but Jungkook simply gripped on tight to your thighs, caging them around his head as he took a swipe of his tongue against your heat. You were already so hot, bothered, and turned on that the wetness that had pooled between your thighs landed on his taste buds. He let out a groan against your pussy, burying his lips against it as he lapped once more. It was almost as though it were a drug, and he was being sedated.

"My little slut tastes so good," he groaned in appreciation. "Can't wait to make you cum with all the others outside."

"Please eat me out," you beg, hands curling into his hair.

He didn't respond, lips latching around your clit to give it sensitive sucks, enjoying the way you let out a small gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth as you moaned against your palm. He chuckled, sending vibrations throughout you, and you squirmed under his ministrations. His tongue dove from your pussy, lapping at the juices, up to the hood of your clit. He'd let out small groans of appreciation, tongue working quick as he paid attention to the small sounds you made, as though straining to hear each movement. Soon he seemed to have found out exactly what you liked, and he was using it to positively wreck you.

"Does this feel good, Noona?" he questions, one of his hands coming up to twirl around your clit, driving you closer to the edge. You could taste the orgasm on your tongue- it was tangible.

"So, so good, Jungkook. Please let me cum, I'm so close." You had been waiting for him to grant you this moment for a week.

He smirks, however, noticing how your thighs tremble. He adds more pressure as he gives a sloppy kiss at your folds, tasting the new arousal that flooded to your most delectable parts. "What if I leave you hanging again? What if I don't let you cum?"

"J-Jungkook, I swear to god-"

"Is that the tone you want to use with me, baby?" he warned, his thumb now circling around your clit instead of directly on it.

"Please please please!" you begged in hushed whispers, voice pathetically desperate. "Please let me cum, I'll be your good little slut. F-F-Fuck, I'm s-so close!"

"Are you now?" he hummed, lips returning to your clit to give it a harsh suck.

You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands buried in his hair and the other in a tight fist that you gagged on to muffle your moans. Your eyes were brimmed with tears, and you weren't sure if was because of the upcoming orgasm or because of the prospect that he'd rip it away from you once again.

"Please, Jungkook! Fuck, I want you to make me cum. I need you to wreck me already. Let Noona cum on your f-filthy tongue."

"Such a good whore," he said, and with one final move, a few more harsh sucks against your clit accompanied with small licks, you found yourself jutting your hips, rubbing your cunt over his face as he let you ride his tongue. His hands dug into your thighs, blunt nails forming tiny crescents.

It was when you finally came down that you blinked away the stars from your eyes, seeing him caged between your legs where you kept him trapped. The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, and his deceiving doe eyes looked up at you in delight.

He gave you one more lick, a long stripe up your core that had you shudder from oversensitivity.

He quirked a brow. "Want another one?"

-

Truth be told, you weren't sure exactly how you got in the situation you were in now.

That situation? Your hands tied to a chair as Jungkook leaned back on a table, jacking off, as you were helpless to only watch. You begged to do anything- from suck him off or even touch him, but it appeared that Jungkook liked the sight of you squirming with arousal, dying to help get him off.

It was a haze of how this came to be. Jungkook had been teasing you through texts, going on about how hard he was and how he wanted a hot cunt to bury himself in. You volunteered, but instead, you got the irritating text of got to make you wait for it noona. you're so cute when you beg ;)

So you naturally sped to his house in a fit of frustration and arousal, the minute you got through the door participating in a battle of teeth and tongue. One thing led to another, and before you knew it your hands were bound with one of his ties, and you were left whimpering with the purest form of torture you could've imagined. Your hands twitched to touch the naked man before you, aching to run over the golden skin and taut muscles.

He twisted his hand along his length, bobbing it up and down, giving you a view of his glorious thighs as they twitched and tensed under his ministrations. He teased himself thoroughly, and you were at the edge of your seat, pulling against your restraints.

"Do you need something, Noona?" Jungkook asks, panting with a low whine as his muscles clench.

You felt as though you were going mad. "Yes."

"What is it you need?"

"Your cock."

Jungkook laughed at that, reaching down to cup his balls, massaging them as he further stimulated himself, though still far from the edge. "I can't give you that, baby."

"Why not?" You clenched your thighs together, squirming. "You were just texting me about how badly you wanted to fuck me. I know you want to have sex with me, and the feeling is mutual. How come you're holding back and teasing me?"

Jungkook only laughed more at your desperation, using his free hand to reach over and cup your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You wouldn't be this wet if I weren't a patient man, now would you Noona?" He let go of your chin to reach into your pants, past your underwear, slipping past your folds easily as his digits became coated with your arousal. He made sure not to touch your clit though, sliding his hand out to pop his fingers into his mouth before using it to slide up and down his length, using both hands.

"Please just let me touch you," you begged, your voice whiny and pathetic.

"Where's the fun in that? Just enjoy the show, babe."

He spread his legs wide to give you a better view, chuckling lowly as your breathing quickened. One of his hands reached up to twist at his nipples, rolling it between two fingers as he tilted his head back and groaned. "This is how I like to touch myself, Noona," he said, his voice far breathier than before. His pace as he jacked off quickened.

You let out a low groan that emitted from the back of your throat, and you clenched your thighs together, the sticky skin that wasn't hidden beneath your shorts clasping to each other. You were desperate for friction to your aching clit, but Jungkook was determined not to give in to your desires.

"Do you like this, Noona? Seeing me jack off in front of you. Would it make you feel better to know I've done this to myself countless times while thinking of you?"

"Shit, fucking hell, Jungkook. You're such a tease," you growled.

"Mm, am I?" Jungkook said though it didn't sound nearly as amused as he intended, a strain in his voice that wasn't there before. His hand came down from his nipple to massage his balls again, his hand running at an impossible speed. "Fuck, I'm close. Can I cum on your face, Noona? Pretty please."

"Yes, yes, go ahead." God, you were desperate.

He came forward, close enough where you could smell him and get all the close-up details, but too far to even wrap your lips around the sensitive head. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth wide once you felt the hot, white liquid land on your face. Some of it got in your mouth and some on your forehead, but a large bit of it landed on your cheek.

His breathing was heavy, and once you opened your eyes you were truly able to relish in the look of his post-orgasmic bliss. The two previous times took place in the dark in the midst of night, but now you could truly see the golden, glistening skin, and chiseled features of his toned and muscular body.

Jungkook tilted your head up again to look at you, eyes blown out with lust despite his needs being met. "You're so pretty, Noona."

He leaned in, but instead of giving you the kiss you expected, he went to the side, licking a stripe up your cheek as he collected the cum. You shivered as he then landed his lips to yours, and you could taste the bitterness as your tongues swirled against each others.

You felt breathless once he came back up for air, reaching behind to undo your bindings. Your wrists ached, and you massaged them, feeling how sore they are.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes. "When are you going to fuck me?" You weren't bitter this time, instead finding yourself asking it more so out of curiosity.

Jungkook simply smirked and patted your cheek, still sticky with saliva. "Soon, babe. Gotta make you wait for it."

You gritted your teeth at how he enjoyed setting you on edge, tonguing your cheek in annoyance. "Can't wait, then, Kookie."

-

You found yourself hanging out with the guys sooner than expected, but instead of it being the typical guy's night out, Jin had decided to throw a party at his apartment. As usual, you were put on mother duty to clean up after the fun was over, as well as make sure that nothing went out of hand.

To say you were distracted though, would be a significant understatement.

Properly to do with the fact that a buzzed Jungkook was pressed against you, grinding his hips against yours as his semi-hard erection rubbed against your thigh. His mouth had found it's way to your neck, sucking and leaving a trail, but your mind was hazy with lust, not even caring at this point that someone could walk in on you and Jungkook making out in this abandoned hallway.

"Jungkook," you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, offering more pressure.

"What is it, Noona?" he rasped in your ear. Your fingers wove into his hair as he dipped his head lower, sucking at a sensual spot where your collar bone curved up to your neck.

"Fuck me, please," you begged, your voice dripping with desperation.

"Right here?"

"N-No, take me to a bed or bathroom- anything. I can't wait any longer." You looked at him with eyes filled with desperation. "Fuck me, Jungkook."

"What makes you think you deserve that?" Jungkook chuckled huskily.

"You've been holding out on me like a tease. I just want you to shove your cock in me already."

He tsked at that. "So impatient."

You grabbed his jaw, forcing his eyes to lock with your own. "You started this to prove to me you weren't a kid. Your point has been made, and I know all too well that you're a man. I've learned that now, and I'll never forget. Make sure my body doesn't forget that you're a man, either."

At that he lets out a low growl, pressing firmly against you as he grips your thighs and hoists you up, carrying you to the closest bedroom as you cling onto him in an effort to prevent yourself from falling.

He kicks the door behind him, and your back slams down onto the mattress, your body bouncing against the springs. He doesn't care, however, climbing over you with a predatory gaze, as though he were fully intent on finally devouring you. He had gotten mere tastes of the meal to come, and you knew at once that once he slipped in so much as an inch, he'd be deemed insatiable.

He yanked at the leggings you had decided to wear, pulling them to the floor. "Such an impatient little brat."

"F-Fuck," you said, feeling him slide your panties to the side, thumb making contact with your already engorged clit.

"You're lucky I like you so much, Noona. I was intent on just teasing you for a bit longer, but you're just a cock hungry slut who wants to be filled as soon as possible, aren't you?" He chuckles as he removes his hand, much to your disappointment, instead opting to slide the offensive fabric down to the floor to meet your leggings, your shirt and bra following after. It showed the clear power play at the moment, with yourself being completely bare before him. He had been completely naked the last sexual encounter you had together, and your mouth watered at the thought of seeing the view again. He slapped your hands away, however, when you tried to yank at the sweatpants.

He dove between your legs, burying his head between as he forcefully pried your thighs apart, getting a full view of your cunt. "Want me to eat out this pretty pussy of yours, Noona? Get you nice and ready for my cock?"

"J-Jungkook, I'm so wet already. I can't wait any longer, just skip the foreplay," you hissed, thighs tensing beneath his veiny hands. As much as you yearned to feel the wet muscle against your folds once again, you wanted to feel him inside you.

"Are you sure, Noona? I don't want to hurt you. Sure you can take my fat cock?" To test you out, he puts two fingers in, crooking them up against your g-spot with expert precision. Your eyes roll back as you arch your back, desperate for more. He delivers as always, putting a third finger in.

"Gotta stretch you out. Want you to cream on my cock, Noona. Stretch you out good," he rasps, hovering over you, hot breath fanning over your face. "Wanna get you all messy and fucked out. Will you let me use you, Noona? Use you to spasm over my dick until I fill you up nice and good with my cum?"

"S-Shit, just fuck me already! Do whatever, I can't wait any longer," you whined, your mind spinning.

He didn't have to take any more orders, removing his fingers to wipe away the arousal left on your thigh. He yanks down his boxers and sweatpants, length fully erect. He strokes himself,  spreading the precum that had already covered the tip. "Can I put it in?" he questions.

"Please." You seemed to be saying that a lot lately, so it seemed.

He flipped you over on your hands and knees, pulling your hips back until your ass met his dick. He circled the head around your entrance, as though testing the waters before he slowly sunk in inch by glorious inch, causing your eyes to roll back at the delicious stretch that he provided. He was bigger than most, so it took you a bit to get used to him, but truth be told it didn't hurt or ache due to the copious amount of arousal that he elicited from you.

It wasn't until he was balls deep that the two of you let out a groan, the moment the two of you were waiting for- for so, so long- finally arriving.

"God, you're tighter than I imagined, baby," Jungkook groaned, pulling his hips back slowly before thrusting inside you. You felt yourself fly forward at the force of his thrust, hands grabbing onto the headboard for stability.

"Ffffuck, you're so big," you whispered, groaning as you spread your legs wider, rubbing your ass against him as he let out a hiss.

"Yeah? Can you handle it, baby?" he questioned, hands digging into your hips thrust into you again, drawing out a long moan.

"Yes! Please, fuck me already," you begged.

"You asked for it." He grabbed your hair, pulling it into a ponytail before twisting it around his wrist for leverage. It wasn't until then that he began fucking into you, his thrusts precise and delibate, aiming for your sweet spot as you gripped onto the headboard and met him thrust for thrust. Your back arched at an angle you weren't used to, your hips snapping back to meet his, his thrusts causing his balls to slap against your cunt with each snap of his hips. The room was soon filled with the sounds of skin against skin, and both of you moaning to your heart's content despite the fact that other people were present in the apartment, not too far away.

"You like this, Noona? Am I fucking you hard enough? Deep enough? Fast enough?" Jungkook panted, yanking onto your hair to pull your head closer to his, his groans right next to your ear.

"Yes! Dear god, yes. Jungkook, I-I..." You felt your eyes roll back. "I'm close."

"Shit, already?" Jungkook seemed to be surprised by this but nevertheless crept his hand down, middle finger toying with your clit. You spasmed over him, walls clamping and clenching down on him as you found your orgasm washing over you. A white hot bliss filled you, spreading from your fingertips to your toes.

You collapsed onto the pillows, but true to his word, Jungkook wasn't done. He let go of your hair as he let you rest momentarily before both of his meaty hands were gripping the flesh of your ass, and he was thrusting once more, using your body for his pleasure. You couldn't do much more than take it, moaning into the pillows at the pleasure you were feeling. You didn't feel sensitive yet, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook drilling into you as you rode out your orgasm, spreading your legs wider and lifting one, making your cunt visible to one side of the room as he leaned against you, fucking you at an impossibly deep angle. With his free hand, he toyed with your clit, enjoying the way your moans became far more unabashed and free than earlier.

"F-F-Fuck, Jungkook!" You still felt a twinge of sensitivity from your previous orgasm, tears springing the corners of your eyes as Jungkook's ministrations began to subside the pain with pleasure.

"Gonna cum again? Get all messy?"

"Let me cum again," you begged, sobbing into the pillow as you felt the band stretch, ready to be released. The muscles in the leg he was holding up had begun to tense, indicating the approaching orgasm. "I'm so close!"

"Greedy slut," Jungkook growled, adding more pressure. Your orgasm was just as powerful, stars exploding behind your lids. You collapsed, falling limp as your body's tremors subsided.

You feel your body roll over, and with droopy lids, you're staring up at Jungkook. At some point, he had taken off his shirt, revealing the sweaty, golden skin that you adored. Your hands came up to run over his muscular form as he settled between your legs once last time.

"I want to see your face when you cum on my cock one last time, Noona. Give me another one. I love feeling you cream on my cock like a good little girl."

You nod, feeling him nestle into you before he's fucking into you again, eyes raking over your body appreciatively. He's already had you ten ways to Sunday, and still, he didn't seem to be sated. Who could blame him though? You looked blissful, a hazy, lust-filled look to your blown out pupils, and your messy bedhead surrounding your head like a halo. Your makeup had smeared and your skin was sweaty, and it pleased Jungkook to know that he was the one responsible.

You could tell he was getting close, the muscles in his abdomen getting taut and tensing up, his thrusts getting sloppier. If there was one additional thing you learned from this experience, though, was that he was stubborn and persistent. He wasn't going to stop until you came one last time.

His hand pressed against your lower belly as he pumped in and out of you, both of you feeling the movements of his every thrust inside of you. "I can feel how deep I am inside of you, Noona," he gasped out. "I can feel my cock fucking you."

Your eyes rolled back, gripping at the pillow beneath your hair as you felt your orgasm approach one last time.

His other hand made contact with your clit, and before you knew it you were unraveling, becoming completely undone both physically and mentally. You felt as though you were being elevated, a sort of high that had taken place once your final orgasm had taken place, and with the additional grunt and deep thrust that accompanied Jungkook filling you up with his cum, it added to the sensation.

You were breathless, both of you panting as he slipped out of you, rolling over to rest. You struggled to catch your breath, your post-orgasmic bliss filling your senses.

You looked to Jungkook with droopy lids, pressing a kiss to his temple as you got up and began to pull your clothes on.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you, brows furrowed. "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back. I just have to go to the restroom. Pee after sex and all that. I also need to get us a towel to clean up," you assure him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before exiting. He seemed worried about you leaving right after having sex, and you wondered for a moment if he felt betrayed by the thought of you leaving after getting what you had begged for, as though you wished only for a hookup with the younger man. Unfortunately, the bathroom wasn't connected to the bedroom.

It wasn't until you exited the bathroom with a towel in hand that Taehyung approached you. It didn't take a genius to realize what happened, considering the fact you smelled of sex and your appearance was a dead giveaway.

"So... you're hooking up with Jungkook now?" Taehyung questioned.

You grimaced. "Is that weird?"

"No, it's expected. Kid's had a crush on you for a while," Taehyung shrugged. "One of the reasons we teased him a lot."

Your brows furrowed. "Huh?"

He gave a surprised expression. "You didn't know? I thought everyone did. Especially with how whiny and grumpy he was with your comment on seeing him as a kid." He gave a boxy grin. "Guess he fixed that issue, though, huh?"

You waved goodbye and returned to Jungkook, noting how he seemed relieved to see you return, true to your word.

You climbed onto the bed, combing your hand through his hair. "Say, kid, how about we get a coffee in the morning?"

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts smut #bts #bangtan #bts fanfic #bts reactions #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts x reader #jungkook x reader

[blackmissfrizzle]

Truth Hurts

Title: Truth Hurts

Characters: Dean x black!reader, Sam, Chuck, and Castiel

Summary: Dean finds out that the reader knows he cheated on her with Anna.

A/N: a companion fic for A Match Made in Hell. I’ll be doing more of these to detail Dean’s and the reader’s relationship at different times. Also, no tags this time. I’ll probably update later.

Based off episode 4x18

“I’m full-frontal in here, dude.” Dean complained as he read the newly discovered books about your lives.

This was supposed to be a regular case. The three of you went to a comic book store, investigating for a case, when the clerk asked if you were LARPing and then proceeded to tell you about the ‘Supernatural’ books.

Now you were sprawled in the bed with Dean, reading about your confession of love to Dean before he went to Hell. Whoever this Carver Edlund guy was, he sure did have a way with words.

Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop delving into the ‘fandom’ of Supernatural. Dean took the laptop and to his pleasure he found out there were some Dean girls, but he lost it when he found out there was some Dean/Sam girls. Hey, to each their own.

Most of the feedback on you was positive. They loved that you were a total badass, but some were rightfully pissed that you lied about your family lineage to the boys. There were some racist trolls, because God forbid a black girl gains the attention of one of the world’s perfect specimen. Oh, if they only knew the truth about their precious Dean Winchester.

“Do people really think you and Sam make a better couple? This is blasphemy!” Dean slammed Sam’s laptop in annoyance.

You had to give it to Dean, he put on a good performance. He almost convinced you he was the perfect boyfriend, but you remembered that you caught him with Anna unbeknownst to him.

“Hmmm, I think me and Sam would make a cute couple.” Sam smirked at his older brother and Dean had to hold himself back from smacking it off his face.

Dean pulled you out of your seat and into his lap. He gave you a kiss, which you didn’t return with as much enthusiasm and it was becoming more frequent. After, you guys find Carver Edlund, Dean decided he would talk to you to figure out what’s going on.

Thanks to proving you were ‘super fans’ of Supernatural and a bit of oversharing from the publisher you were able to find Carver Edlund aka Chuck Shurley.

Sam, Dean, and you find yourselves knocking on the door of a cute little house. When Chuck first answered the door he thought you three were playing a joke when Dean introduced y’all. He still thought it was a joke when you showed him the arsenal in Baby’s trunk. It wasn’t until Dean said his last name and you switched your eyes to black did he believe you.

You found yourself with Sam and Dean, in Chuck’s quaint home that was littered with empty beer bottles.

“Oh, you’re still there!” Chuck jumped when he turned around to you three.

“Yup.”

“You’re not a hallucination?”

“Nope.” Dean popped the p while standing there irritated.

Soon, Chuck went on a rant that he was a cruel and capricious God. He kept detailing almost every awful thing that happened to the boys and then asked them if they truly lived through certain events.

“And you,” Chuck steered his gaze towards you. “All those nightmares about hell and then to find Dean cheating on you with an angel no less!”

You couldn’t stop Chuck from revealing your secrets, but the murderous look on your face told him that he made a big mistake.

“I’m sorry, I…I…I forgot he didn’t know yet.” Chuck immediately apologized. He knew your powers could get out of control if you were extremely emotional and he didn’t want to be a target.

Too bad for Chuck, you were embarrassed and pissed. The boys were looking at you with pity and you needed to get out of there fast. You stormed out the house, ignoring Dean’s pleas and when you slammed the door you sent objects flying off the shelves with your powers.

Dean gripped Chuck by the collar, upset with him for revealing his big mistake but more upset that he knew he just broke whatever he had with you.

Sam pulled him back, even though all he wanted to do was punch Dean himself. “C’mon dude, let him go.”

After everything settled down, Chuck explained what he was writing next. He told the brothers that he wrote himself into the book confronted by his characters.

You were pacing down the sidewalk, trying to rid yourself of the anger when the boys came out. Sam threw you an apologetic look before he got into the Impala.

Dean reached for your hand, but you moved to escape his reach and he knew right then he lost you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Not now. I just wanna figure out how Chuck is doing what he does and do a bit of laundry, ok?” You kept your gaze hard, you didn’t want Dean to know he had this much of an affect on you. He shooked his head yes and dropped the topic. Dean knew better than to push your buttons when you’re already pissed.

At the laundromat, Dean was reading the transcript that Chuck gave him. He was exactly describing the scene before you. It captured your irritated bitch face and Sam’s brooding shoulders.

Needing some space from Dean you exited the laundromat, but not too long after Dean followed you.

“What did Shurley mean by nightmares?” Dean asked barely above a whisper. He knew it was better to ease into his infidelity instead of jumping in.

Not making eye contact with your boyfriend, you fumbled with the bracelet he gave you. “When you came back, I started having nightmares. They started once we slept in the bed together. At first, I didn’t know what they were, but soon I figured out it was your time in hell. I saw everything, Dean!” Tears were streaming down your face.

“I saw how Alistair cut into you and tortured you. How he would use my face, Sam’s, and Bobby’s, to mess with you. I saw and felt everything! I felt your joy when you took Alastair’s deal and jumped off the rack to put bodies on and torture.”

Dean’s adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to contain his own tears. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You wiped away a tear and gave Dean a dry laugh. “Because I was trying to do the healthy thing and let you tell me on your own time. I didn’t want to make you talk until you were ready. But it turns out you just didn’t want to talk to me. I should’ve known better. Eventually, you couldn’t wait on me any longer and you would go back to your usual type.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N I did not sleep with Anna because we haven’t had sex yet or because she’s supposedly my type.”

“Then why?”

Dean hung his head in guilt and licked his lips before he answered. “Because she got it. She told me she knew about what happened in hell and I shouldn’t blame myself. Y/N, I thought if I told you I would lose you forever and I can’t bear the thought without you in my life.”

This time you made no attempt to wipe away your tears. You looked at Dean through blurry eyes and replied with venom in your voice. “Well, great job Winchester, you just lost me.”

Each of you stared at the other, mourning the loss of your relationship. Sam came out the laundromat and looked guilty for interrupting the intimate moment. “Ummm, Chuck called he said there’s an emergency.”

Grateful for the interruption, you ran to grab your laundry and went to Baby. When you met up with Chuck, he told you that Lilith was coming and she and Sam were going to have sex in ”…throes of fiery demonic passion.” Ugh, disgusting!

It turned out that Lilith is not possessing a child anymore and was now a dental hygienist. Well, at least according to Chuck she was hot.

Sam laughed at the idea of him and Lilith together, but Dean didn’t find it funny. I’m fact, he took Chuck’s transcript as a ‘what not to do’. There’s was no research for Sam, no bacon cheeseburger for Dean , no fighting between the brothers, and no refereeing for you. But all that went to hell. The waitress accidentally gave Dean the wrong burger, the boys managed to argue in a calm manner, and you still ended up getting in the middle while scrolling through your phone.

All three of you had your own mission to avoid Chuck’s vision. Sam had to stay locked up in the motel room, Dean had to park his car to avoid driving around in it all day, and you had to stay away from your father, which should be easy.

After Dean left you and Sam in the motel room, Sam tried to get you to talk about your feelings and he even gave you the puppy-dog eyes, but you couldn’t do it. So, you left the room and somehow ended up at a park bench.

Suddenly you felt an unwanted presence next to you. You were about to pull out your gun, but someone gripped your wrist before you could. That someone was your demon father.

“How did you find me?”

“I was monitoring your power usage, since someone doesn’t call.” He nudged your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you scooted further away from him. “Maybe someone would call you if you didn’t murder their mother and try to make them lead a demon army.”

“You got a point. But I’m here to talk.” He gave you a fatherly pat on your knee. “Before Alistair untimely death due to your boyfriend and his brother.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame he died before his time,” you dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, before he died he told me that a certain Winchester slept with that fallen angel. And as a father, I’m trying my hardest not to rip his throat out.” Your father’s eyes flashed to black for a millisecond.

It must’ve been keeping your emotions bottled up, because you ended up sobbing in your father’s lap. Despite being a demon, your father was soothing and held you.

For a moment, you believed you two were a regular father and daughter until a ping from your phone brought you back to reality. Dean texted you, saying that you needed to come back to the motel room ASAP.

“Winchester calls and you just drop everything and go running, huh?” Your father was angry at how fast you moved for Dean.

“You has to ruin the moment. Just don’t bother contacting me anymore.” You were walking away when your dad left you with one parting statement.

“It’s inevitable, Y/N. We’ll break all the seals and you’ll be fighting on our side one way or another. Stop tricking yourself into thinking you’re a hunter or a conduit of good. Hell, Dean even slept with a literal angel before you. Maybe he knows deep down that someday you’ll reach your true demonic potential.”

Anxiety, fear, and tears suffocated your throat. Your dad said all the things you feared ever since you met the Winchesters. Not trusting your voice, you flipped the bird at your dad.

By the time you got back, Sam and Dean were arguing. Supposedly, Chuck was a prophet and everything he writes comes true. Oh, you guys were screwed. Dean was bent on leaving town before Lilith got there, but Sam wanted to take the opportunity and fight.

The fight was getting bad, Dean brought up how Sam’s been using his psychic powers to kill Alistair and you took that as your cue to leave the room. Sometimes it was best not to get in the middle of their fights.

Leaning against Baby and drinking some water, you were contemplating your life with the Winchesters when Dean came storming out the room.

“Sam’s stuck on staying?”

Dean wiped down his face in frustration. “Yeah. He’s just ugh.” Dean finally took in your demeanor and noticed the puffiness of your eyes. He reached to grab your hand and this time you didn’t pull away.

“I’m gonna take a guess here, according to Chuck, you should’ve met with your demonic daddy. How that go?”

“Surprisingly good. He threatened to rip your throat out and I might just take him up on that. Then, he had to rant on about my silly demonic potential. You know the usual stuff.” You waved your hand in dismissal.

Dean opened up hid mouth to apologize, but you stopped him. “I don’t need your apology. After this I’m gonna go to Bobby’s and help him find out how to stop the breaking of the seals.”

The fluttering of angel wings broke the uneasy silence between you and Dean after your declaration. Dean begged his angelic friend to find some way to interfere, but Cas claimed it was fate. However, in so many words Castiel suggested we get Chuck near Lilith and an archangel would come.

With the threat of getting shot, Chuck complied with the plan and you guys succeeded. Lilith smoked out of her meat suit and Sam was saved.

Immediately you grabbed your duffle bag and your car keys. You felt a tug on your bag before you could throw it in the trunk.

“I’m not gonna apologize again because I know you don’t want to hear it now and I’m not gonna beg you to stay with me, because you deserve better. Just please let me know when you get to Bobby’s.” Although, Dean didn’t say those words, his green eyes did. You could feel his apology but you didn’t want to accept it, you were still angry at him and yourself.

Swallowing back some tears, you gave Dean a head nod and continued to pack up. Once you got settled into your driver’s seat is when you finally replied to your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. I’ll let you know when I make it. And umm,” you were fiddling with your keys to rid yourself of your nervous energy. “I’m gonna use this time to figure out want I wanna do with our relationship, k.”

Dean slowly smiled at his chance to earn you back. “That all I can ask for sweetheart.”

You pull out of the parking lot and kept your eyes in the rear view mirror to look at Dean until he disappeared from your view.

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[660feet]

For the question post: 1-92 please 👌🤗

1. I don’t know?

2. Nope nope!

3. If we’re talking lip virginity, yes.

4. Yes and no. S’complicated.

5. Like, like-like? I wish!!! We are so far apart!!!

6. I’m a little exhausted to be properly excited for anything right now.

7. Got that good dick. (Nah, I worked on my college essay, that’s all.)

8. I don’t really care one way or the other. I’ve been around plenty of drunk people to know that “wasted” varies wildly.

9. Confidence can be anything! It depends a lot on the person. When I see my friends are confident, it can be cute or cool as hell! Sometimes both! When my girlfriend is confident, it is hot. And intimidating. Point is, confidence varies!

10. Water!

11. Most of ‘em. Nearly all my best friends are women. Or, wait, no, this is sex not gender? So, are we talkin’ like best friends with a vagina? Cus I dunno, lots still? (I tend to bond easier with people who aren’t men because I’m not traditionally masculine, and I often find traditional masculinity very intimidating! So it’s hard for me to open up to men easily! I still trust very easily, but it’s much easier for me to trust women and nonbinary people than men.)

12. I own multiple, unfortunately. Not a fan, even if they do make me look thiccer than I already am.

13. Be in the spot. Don’t believe me? Just watch.

14. Who knows? Probably one of my friends.

15. I am not. I wish I could kiss the person I’m going out with! Fuck you, spacetime, for creating space.

16. Probably. Change happens every day!

17. Dunno. Probably Finn. But I kinda overshare constantly, soooooo…

18. Yesterday. Life’s hard sometimes! I’m not broken, though, or at least, if I am, I know I’ll get better. Just kinda going through a long rough patch with all this stress.

19. Hmmmmmm…lemme check my sex-tracker, where I log all of my numerous sexual encounters. Ah, still says .5 sexes, so I don’t think I have.

20. Please tell me this isn’t a prank. Or, wait, is this like an existential question? I guess I’m realizing that…like…things kinda suck? I have a hard time dealing with pessimism because I associate it with one of the lowest points of my life, and when I engage in pessimistic behaviors it’s really disheartening and I start to spiral. I’m almost an optimist by my very nature, but also, very much by choice! And it’s…kinda exhausting to be optimistic about everything and be nice and get my hopes up and honestly, the fact that I’ve started to realize that has kinda made me question my whole identity. Also slowly realizing I might be comfortable with they/them pronouns? Not to the point if I know if they’re for me or not, but, y’know, that’s a thing bumping around in my brain now.

21. Sure? Kinda. Yeah, you know what, fuck it, I am. I’m in a good mood.

22. Depends on the shark.

23. Yes!

24. I don’t know.

25. I…also don’t know. That’s genuinely really difficult for me to answer. I almost never know my actual reaction to something until after it’s happened, and my personal code of ethics kinda have this whole thing of like “forgive everyone unless they’ve hurt someone else (but still forgive them if they make up for it).” But the someone else…doesn’t include me. So. Eh. Don’t even know if that would hurt me. I guess I’m okay with whatever? Maybe? Not sure.

26. That it is.

27. I don’t know. I like my girlfriend and she makes me laugh! A lot! But I’m able to mesh with most people?

28. My girlfriend.

29. My. Girlfriend.

30. Y…well, n…fuck, that’s complicated. It’s a case-by-case thing.

31. Nah. Not a big hater of people. At most, I dislike.

32. I sure hope she does!!! I’ve made it very obvious, what with the “us dating” thing!

33. I drink soda.

34. John Mulaney.

35. Yes. I would avoid it if I could, but for the most part, I can’t.

36. Well, I know where she goes to school?

37. Not really, no. I have this one kinda “Nice Guy” friend who believes in “love at first conversation,” and I kinda get that, but also, love is…kinda gradual. I can absolutely understand falling for a person very quickly! I have before! But I also think you have to wait to verify those feelings and whether it’s full romantic attraction or just a passing “damn, you’re hot” thing. But that’s rooted in a deeply personal experience where I acted very promptly on “romantic” feelings, then kinda got abused for a long time over those feelings. It was infatuation turned into dependence, and every day, I worry that that might happen to someone else. I worried it happened to the person who abused me. Like…damn, this question hits a little close to home, maybe?

38. My dad.

39. A girl in theater. She’s my dancing partner for a scene. She feels super awkward about because she’s a freshman and I’m a senior, and A) I get it, believe me, awkward for me too, B) come on, if you wanna be a professional actor, step up your game and get in the moment, dude, and C) E X C U S E Y O U ? It’s way worse for me! I have to dance with a freshman.

40. Well, it started with us cuddling, then I kissed her neck, and it just sort of…escalated. I still don’t know how I feel about that.

41. I don’t remember.

42. Yes, both.

43. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of every crush I’ve ever had, just about. But current one? Oh god yeah! Every day! She flirts with me just a little and I die???

44. I don’t tan?

45. Again, don’t know. She liked kissing me. It was supposed to be a fun thing, but like…I regret it for some weird reason??? I guess I regret it because it didn’t mean anything. I’m stupid and I think…I think some part of me wants everything to mean something or be something grand and impactful. I don’t think I would because I have a policy about not having regrets and apologizing rather than trying to take something back.

46. Yep!

47. My dad.

48. You bet your ass I do!

49. YOU BET YOUR ASS I DO!

50. Once.

51. Sometime in August, I think?

52. I fucking hate most musicals. And that’s not in a cutesy, snarky, “ew, musicals” way. Honest to god, I think I might have some kind of trauma because of my abuser. I was never a fan of most musicals, but Theater Kids (and we are talking the kids who scream and rave about musicals every day or make headcanons and sing their asses off, and that’s great for them, but it is exhausting for me) have ruined that experience for me. People kept trying to make me a fan of them and that made it worse. And then I was in one and that’s how I met my abuser, and it got so much worse after that. And yet here I am, still doing musicals. Being in them is exhausting. Talking about them is exhausting. I don’t mind seeing them, I guess. But some part of me just can’t jive with them. I love Little Shop of Horrors, but that’s just about the only one, really. And I feel really sad when I think about that because my best friend hates it and that’s really distressing for me. Like, it’s the one musical I can really vibe with, totally get into and down to. And they hate it. So, like, cheesy? I guess, since the only one I actually do like is campy as hell.

53. No, not really.

54. Yes!

55. Don’t know.

56. Astronaut (which I can’t be); firefighter; archaeologist; scientist; guitarist in a band; and writer. Which is what I am now. And want to do as a career.

57. Yep.

58. Every fucking day of my life. It’s the worst, because I can’t tell if the thing actually did happen or if that feeling is because all my dreams are some kind of weird, mundane prophecies about my very normal existence.

59. No.

60. Sometimes.

61. Sometimes.

62. Mostly pajamas or just my underwear. I used to sleep in whatever I had on because I was too lazy to get undressed. I used to sleep in jeans a lot.

63. Weird Al.

64. T…Target?

65. I don’t know? Adidas?

66. Neither???

67. Peanuts.

68. I don’t think I have one.

69. I’d like to, but I haven’t.

70. Hm. No clue! I’m not marrying anyone at the moment, so, I don’t know who my future spouse is or what they’d do!

71. No.

72. I wish.

73. Fuck, man, all the time. Finn mentioned linguistics in a presentation once and I actually cried because someone mentioned the thing I love. Hell, I tear up a little now thinking about it. It wasn’t even the focus of the presentation. I just cry all the time.

74. King Dork, Stargirl, or American Gods.

75. Don’t know cus I barely study.

76. Nah. Most scents don’t do anything for me.

77. Yeah.

78. I don’t know.

79. …I think it was the Weird Al one? I dunno. I can’t remember. But I may have only been to one concert in my life so far. Unless we’re counting all the times I’ve seen my friend’s band, but that’s less of a concert more of a “We’re a rad as hell band playing in this basement tonight!’

80. I don’t drink tea.

81. Neither.

82. My dad’s. Literally any of the kinds he makes are good.

83. I used to be able to. I was a really good swimmer. Now I get scared if I have to jump in water. There was one day I actually couldn’t and I froze up on the edge of the pool. And I can’t put my head under because I just kinda…like…forgot how to do the breath thing with swimming. My body’s a fucking mess.

84. Not really.

85. I’d like to think so.

86. Why not both?

87. A couple.

88. No.

89. I have not eaten either.

90. Who gives a shit?

91. Have one in every room!

92. I don’t…I dunno, man. I look at the future a lot, and I just kinda see “single (or at least unmarried) dad and his 50 adopted kids.”

I cannot believe whoever this is asked for all 92.

#jude does a thing #Anonymous #jude answers a thing #jude does asks #jude answers asks #anon #anon asks

[imagining-supernatural]

Avenging Angel: Part 9

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1591

Warnings: None

A/N: Guys, I am so exhausted today. We got so much snow over the last few days that it took my roommate and I two hours, a trip to three stores to find a shovel, a snowplow, and her mechanic grandpa to dig our cars out of the snow. We were both late for work and we were both icicles. But hey! Now I have a better idea of how cold the reader was in the beginning!!

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 -- Part 7 -- Part 8

Quentin walked in and you tossed the rag you were using to wipe down tables at Kallista. "Taking my fifteen."

After grabbing the order that Quentin had texted you a few minutes ago, you led him to a booth. It had been a month since you started working here, and despite your agenda, Quentin and you had actually become friends.

"I went on a date last night," you started while he took a bite of his sandwich.

"Oh yeah? How'd it go?"

"He didn't even know who Cyndi Lauper is. How can I be friends with someone, much less say yes to a second date if they don't know that girls just want to have fun?"

"You're telling me that his mother has never asked when he's gonna live his life right?"

"And he told me that his dad has never asked him what he's gonna do with his life. Unbelievable, right?"

"But you know that we're not the fortunate ones, and that daddy dear is still number one, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Duh," you glanced away just the right way to get Quentin to dig. You hated playing games with him like this. He was a good guy and a great friend. But you still needed info from him. After all, Daddy Dear was still number one in your life.

"What was that about?" He asked, setting his sandwich down.

"What was what about?"

"You did a thing just then." He made a vague hand motion in you general direction.

"It's just... my dad. He's in jail for a crime he didn't commit and I can't seem to do a damn thing to get him out."

The skin between Quentin's eyebrows creased in concern. "That's rough. I'm sorry."

You pretended to get so into your emotions that he would think you didn't realize that you were oversharing. "It's just... I lived with him my whole life. You think I would be the best person to know if he was capable of something like that."

"Something like what?"

You connected eyes with him and blinked a few times as if coming to your senses. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was-"

"Hey," he reached for one of your hands. "Whatever people think he did, I promise I won't think less of you."

"Even if I tell you people think he killed fourteen people in one night?"

Quentin stiffened, obviously putting the pieces together and figuring out who you really were. But you pretended to take his reaction a different way and pulled away. "See? Even you can't help but think that I'm the daughter of a killer."

As if offended, you stood and took a step away. But Quentin's hand in your arm pulled you to a stop. "Your father is Kemuny Y/L/N?"

"You—you know him?"

"Yeah. I actually worked with him a few years ago. Well, my firm did and I was kind of like a liaison." Quentin looked at you in a new light. “I forgot he had a daughter at MIT. What happened?”

“MIT was great. But there was the trial and everything and I don’t know… Life.”

Quentin motioned at the side of the booth you had just been sitting on, and you sat down again. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw the news.”

“Yeah, imagine getting that phone call.”

“I don’t know if it’s any consolation, but I really don’t believe that he’s actually guilty.”

*****

*****

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Sam said from the front seat.

“Then you can let me out at the next bus station and I’ll do it alone.” Neither Winchester said anything to that, but you knew that it wasn’t an option to them. They seemed pretty set on sticking around to help you. “Look, I’ve become level-eleven paranoid lately. If I thought there was even a chance that the Covingtons could be keeping an eye on where we’re going, then I wouldn’t go. But this is my secret. No one else knows.”

“And you’re just going to bring us right to your secret hideout?”

You pulled the oversized hoodie closer around you and looked out the window in the backseat. “Yeah, well, I’m kinda learning that you two are breaking all of my rules about trust.”

“What if there was some way the Covingtons could download all of your memories? Then they would know about this place and what is in it.”

Your head snapped toward Sam. Downloading memories as Sam put it, was some of your father’s research that he’d hidden away in his storage unit. Why would Sam know about it, much less be bringing it up now? “You… you believe in that sci-fi stuff?”

Sam glanced at Dean for a moment before twisting around in his seat to look at you. “You sound shocked.”

“Yeah, and like you know something,” Dean added.

While you contemplated how best to answer that, you arranged your face into a stony expression and kept your eyes on Sam’s. You trusted these men, despite knowing them for just over a week. But you couldn’t trust them with everything quite yet. They still owed you some answers.

“On your laptop you have this icon,” you spoke in carefully measured words. “The unicursal hexagram. What is it to you?”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Uni-what?”

“Wait, are you talking about the Men of Letters symbol?” Sam asked.

“That thing has a name?” Dean asked.

“Men of Letters?” You took a moment to flip through your mental filing cabinet for anything on the Men of Letters, but came up short. “Who are the Men of Letters?”

“What did you think it was?” Sam shot back. From the way both Winchesters had squared their shoulders, you could tell this was a touchy subject for them.

“No idea. I saw it a few times and looked it up, but got nowhere. Who are the Men of Letters?”

“Long story.” Sam turned back to face forward.

You sighed. The three of you were professional secret-keepers, which was great for going through life alone. But if the Winchesters expected you to tell them about your personal mission, then they had to give you something too.

So you unbuckled, slid to the middle of the seat, and leaned forward so your head was between theirs. “Cards out, boys. Men of Letters, memory downloads, and I heard you whispering about eye flares and shifters a few days ago. What the hell is going on? Don’t try that long story crap with me. I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that some of my dad’s research had to do with memories, and another set of research talked about eye flares a lot. Those were the ones that I saw the hexagram doodled in the margins of his notes.” You caught Dean’s eyes in the rearview mirror for a moment then turned and locked eyes with Sam as well so that both of them would be able to see the truth. “If you know something, I deserve to know.”

Sam sighed in defeat. “You’re not gonna believe us.”

“Or what you have to say will clear up a lot of confusion in my life.”

“Fine. We think that the you that Braxton proposed to is a shifter. As in shapeshifter.”

Shapeshifter. The nagging thought that had been dancing at the corner of your mind for the last few months finally had a name. “Alright. Evidence?”

“Really?” Sam raised an eyebrow and turned his torso to face you. “Just like that, you believe me?”

“I’m keeping an open mind. Why do you think it’s a shapeshifter?”

“Uh, well shifters get this eye flare when caught on camera. In the videos of the press conferences, I thought I saw a small eye flare from you.” He gave you a moment to take that in before continuing. “But the other thing about shifters is that they become the person they shift into. They get all of that person’s memories. That’s why I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go to your secret place.”

“My dad inoculated me against that. It was one of his bigger projects and I saw in my notes that he injected me with a serum that supposedly protected your memories against any invasion when I was four. I didn’t understand any of that project until now, though. That’s how I know this place really is safe.” You pushed down the feeling of overwhelming insanity and forced yourself to focus and accept everything right now. “He also worked on these contacts that controlled how light reflected off the eyes of whoever was wearing them. That’s the eye flare project. What else should I know about shifters?”

“They can only be killed by silver.”

“Killed?” That had you sitting back in the seat. When had your life gotten to the point that death became a normal part of the conversation? Where someone would leave you for dead? “Alright. Silver kills them. There were a few tests and notes about silver throughout his research.”

“Maybe we should take a break and let you—“

“No! I don’t need time to think about this all. I need to know it all. Shapeshifters are real. Okay. I accept that. Moving on. What do I need to know about them?”

You grew up with the scientific method and you had shaped yourself with the structure of computer coding. As long as there was a shred of logic, you could keep going.

And you needed to keep going.

Part 10 of Avenging Angel

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A M E T H Y S T.

(noun). | ˈaməTHəs |

a precious stone consisting of a violet or purple variety of quartz.

a violet or purple color.

NAME: aera jeon

AGE: twenty-five

PRONOUNS: she/her

OCCUPATION: actress

SECRET: she dated a male celebrity and stole money from him before they broke up, and although he is aware of the fact it was stolen, no charges have been pressed because he doesn’t believe aera is the culprit.

FC: kwon yuri

R E L A T I O N S H I P with S T E L L A

stella happened to be a friend of the celebrity aera dated. even when they weren’t the closest, this man seemed not to think twice before sharing his personal happenings with the young lady- sometimes, he even spoke about situations aera wasn’t even aware about. although, this didn’t bother her as much as it should, since she was never interested in keeping such a tight relationship with the actor.

after a few meetings with stella and some other friends included, aera found herself becoming slightly closer to the girl as well, and finding it just as easy to talk to her. their relationship lasted, of course, what her relationship with the male celebrity lasted, as she decided to take distance from everyone who knew the guy after the break up. but stella was someone she felt comfortable speaking with when her boyfriend wasn’t around, and she would be texting her every now and then and even meeting up for coffee with her down at artopolis espresso. but still, the actress never found out much about stella’s personal life… and probably overshared a few details of her own unintentionally, with some alcohol running through her veins when the meet-ups weren’t at the coffee place.

stella’s disappearance came to her in the form of a social media post from a person who she did not even remember adding. a friend of my ex i probably forgot to unfriend, aera told herself. but once she recognized the post, her heart started racing. the person expressed worry about her vanishing out of nowhere, and asked anyone who had any information about her possible whereabouts to come forward. suddenly, ‘stella’ and ‘maddox’ became like forbidden words to her, and the sole mention of her name makes her slightly uncomfortable.

maybe it was because she started considering the possibility of stella knowing what she had done since, if there was someone aera could’ve told about her evil deed, or someone who could’ve gotten even the smallest hint, it was her.

A M E T H Y S T is currently closed.       BIOGRAPHY FOUND UNDER THE CUT.

— backstory:

money, money, money. jeon aera has learned to associate her own last name with dollar signs and korean won symbols from a young age, and as she grew up, she noticed everybody else who knew her and her family would make the same association at some point.

she was fed with a silver spoon since the day she was born, having her career built for her too. as a kid, she was sent to acting classes by her parents, and soon enough, obtained deals to get her to starry in a few Korean dramas. she wasn’t exactly the best actress- in fact, as she recalls in interviews done to her years later, she was absolutely terrible. but she didn’t exactly have to worry about skills when cash was involved; mr. and mrs. jeon could blackmail the producers any day to get her to stay on the show. her first interview deals were also signed and, before anyone could even realize, little miss aera became a local celebrity, her name ringing a bell whenever mentioned to people not only around the local city, but in the center of seoul, korea as well, where she was born.

and soon enough, as she became a teenager, aera realized that not only did she enjoy this lifestyle, but that she would be content with keeping it forever. after all, who wouldn’t want to live this life? full of luxury and pleasures, not a care in the world about ever losing it. the world could be at her feet in a matter of seconds, and even if it wasn’t hers completely, her sole presence, her elegance, her charisma, they are demanding of respect in itself. the name ‘jeon aera’ carried a lot of weight. it signified wealth, it signified power, it signified getting whatever you want being able to completely ignore the cost of it. she completely adored it during the time that she had it.

and so, she made a life for herself, eventually deciding that her opportunities in korea just weren’t enough. she decided to move to new york city as a young adult, of course, asking her parents for money. it was a city she had admired since the first moment she knew about it, thinking that successful people eventually made their own way there. but finding opportunities with the job that she had proved to be more difficult. her acting skills definitely weren’t bad and neither was her self-taught english, and she kept improving, with practice, with watching other tv shows. nevertheless, when it came to auditions, she was rarely ever accepted. with time, her original fame dissipated. the feeling of other people knowing her name was long gone, and ‘jeon aera’ became, for the most part, just a name besides a phone number to call, or when she was lucky, a bunch of letters appearing during the credits. sometimes, korean pop fans would recognize her from old dramas she starred in, but it didn’t go beyond that.

it was only one time when she managed to obtain a role as a secondary character in a popular small-screen show, alongside a famous actor who could get the rating points flying out of proportion just with his face making an appearance.

soon enough, a romance began between the two of them, aera finding herself attracted to… his possessions. hanging out in his house turned out to be spending her afternoons and sometimes nights in a huge mansion. going to eat out with him turned out to be her staring at his red laferrari, wishing she could be the one behind the wheel. and laying in his bed turned out to be her keeping an eye on the dollars she knew he was hiding in his drawer. which, oh, god. he made the biggest mistake by keeping it in there, a place aera could easily research and find every single thing he meant to keep a secret—the only thing that would successfully remain a secret for the general public was their relationship; both had learnt enough strategies to prevent the cameras from capturing their image.—

the young woman still had money left to spare but, why not more? there’s no such thing as too much of it, she believes.

so, in one of those nights, with the actor already asleep, she took the money. a week afterwards, when, in a moment where it was needed, the fading of his currency became of knowledge to the man, things just started to fall apart. the frustration of not finding his money and not being able to guess who stole it made him irritable, unpleasant to be with, and aera herself acting sad and panicked, as if she couldn’t believe someone could’ve done such a thing. but it didn’t take long for them to part ways, talking less and less as the days went by. and ever since then, aera has continued her life as normal, searching for more acting roles and only dedicating her time spent watching television to fictional dramas and series. after all, if she happened to turn on the news, she would see her own committed crime still unresolved, only missing her face on it.

— personality:

aera is as materialistic as materialistic can be. she cares way too much about material objects and puts emotional weight on them, also determining her own value according to how many gold necklaces she owns, how many diamonds she can find embedded in her earrings and how many digits appear on her bank account. she loves to follow trends, she is a shopaholic, ultimately failing at trying to save as much money as she can. she’s convinced that that is the only thing that even makes her worth someone else’s time.

on the outside, she appears confident, always well-dressed and with a nice fragrance. she is soft-spoken and witty, captivating many with her personality which is both attractive and mysterious, as she doesn’t let just anybody become close to her emotionally, much less after stella became missing. why’s this? because she’s practically out of touch with her own emotions. aera is pretty lacking in empathy, is not good at keeping friendships, and would much rather spend a night going to bars or staying at home playing with her expensive items. but you would have to be close to her to notice. in the meantime, she’s just a sparkly, beautiful figure that people like to look at. just like everything she owns.

still, she is always respectful, never raises her voice and although she has a hard time putting herself in other people’s shoes and offering emotional support, she is a good listener, and has enough patience to tolerate most problems that aren’t her own.

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