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saintqueer · 3 years

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always ready to clown w/ u 💖 (fr tho i was thinking along the same lines as u on the yt vid being released but i also dont wanna hope so imma remain skeptical as hell

but i hope its true it would be so nice if the music industry got its own lil upheaval but i feel like w/ just rebecca it doesnt seem too likely to happen yk? like she needs more ppl to start speaking out not only that but she needs someone who's internationally known so that it can be the whole music industry nd so that more artists start feeling safer to speak out, safer as in they won't lose their careers their labels won't drop them etc.

if one of the 1d boys did i feel like that would hv a huge impact but the likeliness of that happening are slim to none so its interesting to think abt what the video actually means in terms of if they are in contact w/ her does that mean one of them is gonna speak out? already we know theres an insanely low chance of that for multiple different reasons (likely including but not limited to their contracts)

so does that mean that they are in contact with her in the way that they are helping her w/ this? as in they're convincing more artists to come forward? but i feel like thats risky as hell especially if they're not saying anything themselves bc they could be sending these artists to their doom if not enough ppl come thru or smth yk? so that might as well be ruled out too

or maybe they're in contact w/ her in the way that like they're helping her and other artists that wanna speak out? maybe helping them to figure out how to give them a larger/better voice? but i feel like that would likely fall on PR ppl that they hire

but if one of the 1d boys is in fact in contact w/ her dont u think there could've been a subtler way to tell us? I mean the tweets are already not subtle (the ones by rebecca) but i also understand why that is but its im sorry this is so frustrating and my mind is going a thousand miles an hr and im just so frustrated w/ all this bc none of it makes sense and i feel like there smth happening we dont know abt and i just wanna know and i wanna know if we can do anything to help and i just want them all happy and to be ok and i'll stop talking now

anyway sorry for bothering u - defintly not expecting a reply lol ik u said u didnt wanna talk abt it so i hope its ok i sent this in)

have a good night/day lots of love 💖

helloooo bb!

its totally fine for you come into my inbox and vent/speculate anytime you need. i dont mind at all! i only feel bad when i can't get to everyone (i see you and im sorry!) but always feel free to word vomit, lol

i don't blame you for going back and forth a lot. especially with the idea of the boys speaking out about the mistreatment as it's been very hush hush on their end for many years! however, i dont think its quite as unlikely as many make it seem.

just look at the last year and how much liam has spoken very plainly about the abuse and mistreatment the boys suffered. he has been very candid and it's only been increasing over the last year. we've also seen several other people connected to x factor and syco speak up for the first time over the last 7 months.

a lot of the things cumulatively that have happened over the last year make me think that perhaps several of the boys will speak up, will make a fuss, and do so at the exact right time. i think whatever is going on right now is very strictly planned and has a very particular timeline. and a lot of it might be happening behind the scenes (especially if they are attempting legal action) so we wouldn't know until it all came out (in the wash).

we won't know until we watch it all unfold, hindsight is 20/20. this will all make sense one day when we look back. but i'm gonna try to put some pieces together in the meantime because that's what this fandom is built on: noticing patterns and calling them out even when others say it's a reach or a coincidence. we didn't recognize rbb & sbb for what they were by going on about how "it's probably the sound guy" and "it's just a coincidence they are reading those books"! we got here by calling out weird shit even when we end up wrong.

and, as for me, i choose to believe that louis wouldn't purposefully mislead us with his overwhelming positivity over the last six months.

#i think they will speak out just a matter of when #anon

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eureka-its-zico · 5 years

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A New Wager

Request: A poker game with jungkook turned smutty 🤭 its like, "i would like to see you try" "dont try me" or something like that, a really fierce and prideful reader!

A/N: Alright, Nonnie. I tried to give you a reader that was fierce. I also didn’t plan on this to go past a thousand words and...well...whoops. I really did want it to be kinda short and sweet, but, ya know, shit happens. All the same, I do hope you enjoy this. You’re officially the first request from my inbox I’ve done in two years lol. I hope it’s decent. Much Love, Jenn P.s I am absolute shit at creating title names uuuughgh

Genre: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2602

Warnings: This story is a smut story containing oral. Ya. You’ve been warned.

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used for referencing purposes are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

It was fair to say the first few games you played with Jungkook ended with him winning. Constantly. It didn’t matter what it was: sports, board games, video games, card games. Everything was treated with the utmost desire to squash his competition and you, unfortunately, were on the receiving end, and took many of those figurative beatings.

There were a few times you’d tried your infamous pout and doe-eyed combination. The kind of look that made men swoon and heat up all at the same time. It usually was something that worked, and maybe it did, but Jungkook wasn’t your usual guy. While he enjoyed your flirtations it wasn’t going to keep him from spanking your ass by winning every hand.

He’d just won - again - for the fifth consecutive time in a row. The smugness on his face made you want to stick your finger in your mouth and gag. Only thing stopping you was how he moved to rest his arms behind his head. The sleeves of his charcoal shirt falling down in a slow motion tease to expose the hard lines of muscle underneath.

Were you actually biting your lip right now? No. Maybe. Okay, yes. But who could blame you? If anyone else could see the wonderful way his biceps and triceps took shape and moved down to the smooth expanse of forearms they’d be struggling to remain saintly too. And let’s not get started on his hands. They were the reason you’d decided on a skirt to wear to this supposedly friendly game night.

Jungkook noticed where your attention lied. You knew you’d been caught simply by his bicep flexing against tan skin. This time when you looked back at him, he wasn’t so smug. He was a perfectly cocked brow and shamelessly gawking at the brazen show of your legs exposed by your skirt. You remembered his earlier teasing, and couldn’t help but return the favor. Your hands moved down slowly to the hem of your skirt. You waited until you were sure Jungkook was still watching before your fingers curled into the fabric, and brought it higher up your thighs.

Jungkook’s eyes were drawn to the soft lace fabric between your legs. You tried to bite your lip to keep a smile from growing on your face, because you knew you had him. There was no denying the desire that sparked in his eyes to no doubt find out how thin the fabric was. His own growing arousal becoming noticeable through the strain of his thin sweats.

“You tease me,” you purred. “And I’ll tease you back.”

Jungkook let his arms fall back on the table as he moved to adjust himself better in the chair. Your own hands coming to a halt and joined him back on the table. Only now you could see he was thinking of a wickedly new game to play.

“Teasing me comes with a price, and you’re going to end up paying it.”

“Is that a promise?”

You knew playing with him like this was definitely the same as playing with fire. That he could be up and have you bent over the table with your brain barely having time to register it before his hand was landing a resounding smack across your ass. Who were you kidding: it felt like forever since he’d left a good solid hand print from the last time he spanked you. You missed the sensation of his dominance something awful.

So yes. Maybe you did want to tease him. If only just a wee bit.

“How about we make a new wager,” he said. His hands reaching out to take the discarded stake of cards. “Instead of just say...money or clothes we play for something else. Something sexual.”

“Color me intrigued.”

Jungkook broke out into his famous nose scrunched smile as he attempted to shake away your words.

“This is serious,” he reprimanded. His cheeks still warm as he finished: “Deadly serious.”

You feigned shock; a mocking gasp left your lips as your hand moved to splay over your chest.

“I assure you, I am taking this very serious. I already know what I want if I win.”

A devilish smile rose across your lips, and you allowed your hands to move back up between your legs. Jungkook did his best to keep shuffling the cards, but was hovering dangerously close to sending them flying across the table. His full attention focused on your index finger playing with the edges of your panties.

“What makes you so sure you’re even gonna win?” He mocked. “You’ve lost the last few games. Actually: All of the games.”

“Yeah, well, things change when a girl has her sights set on what she wants.”

“That would be me.”

Your eyebrow cocked at his usual show of bravado. That smug smile plastered fully on his face wide enough to make you want to say something to wipe it off. Jungkook would know you’re lying, however. He knew exactly how much you enjoyed having his hands on your body; claiming your hips with a firm grip as you rode him.

“Do you always have to be cocky?” You shot back, teeth digging into your cheek to keep from smiling.

“Only when I know I’m right.”

“Hurry up and deal the cards, Fabio,” you groaned. He sent you a couple kisses from across the table and it sent you into hysterics. “Jungkook, I’m serious,” you chuckled. “My victory is waiting.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at this, but ended up doing as he was told. Giving the cards an extra hint of ridiculous flourish as he parted them between you. You swore with as much time as he was taking you’d be damn near sixty by the time he was done.

You picked up all five cards when he finished and gave them a calculating glance. So, okay, it wasn’t the best hand he could’ve given you and if you didn’t know him so well you would call cheating. But you knew Jungkook was too prideful to ever do that. Cheating didn’t prove he was the best, and Jungkook always wanted to be the best.

“Do you need to trade cards?”

God, he was so stupidly smug. The cat that ate the canary, or whatever. Jungkook held a heavy air about him that screamed victory. As if, somehow, he was just able to believe he would win and it would come true. Witchcraft, I tell you.

You refused to let him see that, for a split second, you were panicking. The cards were a mess, but you couldn’t decide if replacing two or three was a risk. Your whole plan, and the cards needed to win, all felt risky.

“Two please.”

You laid down the two you decided to trade; your nerves sending your teeth to dig into your lip. Jungkook slid over two brand new cards without saying a word and you couldn’t have been more thankful for his silence. Everything was riding on the new cards. Without keeping yourself in suspense, you reached out to take them and brought them close to your face...and nearly choked. It was only one card off, but it was good enough.

You fought to keep the excitement off your face and waited patiently for Jungkook to call it. It felt like forever until he moved to place his hand down.

“Three-of-a-kind.”

“Wow. Wow, Kook, that’s pretty tough to beat.” You did your best not to crack a smile. Not to shout it at him as you placed yours dramatically on the table. “But last time I checked, it doesn’t beat four-of-a-kind, baby! Oh yeah!”

You let yourself have a little victory dance; enjoying every moment of Jungkook’s obvious disbelief and pouting.

“H-How!” He stammered out. “You’ve lost almost every single time.”

“I told you! I was playing to win.”

“Yes, but so was I.”

It was absolutely adorable how he pouted with every word. As if his cuteness alone would be enough for you to feel bad for him. Unfortunately, for dear sweet Jungkook, you were going to savor this victory with enjoyment.

“If you’re done pouting I have a much better idea on how to use those pretty lips of yours.”

Your words were needy with desire so heavy you could actually purr. Your mind already thinking about his tongue delving between your folds caused your legs to squeeze together just in case he could see your wetness. And now you held his absolute attention. Your words enough to cause him to switch gears in a blinding second. The pouty Jungkook replaced with the one you’d come to know and love.

The rooms playful atmosphere disappearing as Jungkook rose from his chair with his eyes still holding yours. He made sure your eyes focused on him as he came around the table. His movements fluid, sensual, with promises of wicked things to come in the heat of dark almond eyes. You could already feel his fingers moving delicately between your legs and parting them; a single of his fingers moving up to the edge of your panties seductively playing along the fabric.

Jungkook dropped down to his knees, which left him perfectly placed in the middle of your parted legs. His eyes never leaving yours as his forearms spread your legs wider before him.

“Tell me, Y/N. How would you like me to use my lips?”

Was it just you or was the Sahara desert living inside your mouth? You wanted to reply. To tell him you wanted his lips on your body and your nails claiming his back in harsh lines from the pleasure he tore free from your throat. To feel his tongue giving long strokes between your folds until it lingered teasingly at your clit. You wanted to tell him so much, but you couldn’t swallow past the trembling anxiety of need he’d caused to rise inside you.

While you were lost inside your rapid thoughts of struggling to tell him where to kiss it, Jungkook took it upon himself to lace one finger inside your panties. His fingers moved just outside your opening; stroking just enough to coax your juices to coat his fingers.

You were stuck. Plan and simple. Helplessly watching as he took his now slick fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You couldn’t stop the moan that etched itself onto your lips, and escaped in a gasp. Jungkook’s lips upturned in a sinister smirk and you would have cared less. You weren’t shell shocked anymore and neither were you going to hesitate.

Without giving him time to react, you leaned forward and grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you. Your lips rushing to press against his as your tongue licked across his lower lip begging for entrance. Jungkook opened up to you immediately and let your tongue explore his mouth that was tinged with the taste of you.

Your lips pulled apart with a wet smack as your eyes took a second to adjust back on his face.

“I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to make me come so hard my legs shake.”

The corner of his lips began to tilt in a satisfied smirk, as he kissed the inside of your wrist. His hands moving to cup underneath your knees, which you knew he only did when he planned to hoist you up. Contorting your body in positions you would’ve deemed embarrassing, that left you vulnerable and exposed to him, but he loved it. In the end, you learned to love it too, because just like now it left you with a wonderful view of the man in charge.

Jungkook didn’t disappoint: in one clean motion he replied, “As you wish,” and lifted your legs up to rest on top of his shoulders. It left your back at an awkward angle against the chair, and you knew there would be hell to pay later. It was a chance you were willing to take.

He wasn’t wasting time on pleasantries or coy seduction. Jungkook kept his eyes looking up at you, watching for every reaction, and leaned down to run a tongue along the wet expanse of fabric. Goosebumps shuttered across your skin and your back struggled not to arch into the chair. If your fingers delving into his hair and pulling tight caused him any discomfort, Jungkook didn’t show it. His sole attention spent on all the ways he could make you squirm.

With a swift movement of his index finger he pulled aside the fabric and, with your eyes still on him, moved down to run his tongue between your folds. It left your lips quivering while your hands convulsed in his hair and a swear dangerously close to spilling from your lips.

His tongue did everything it could to coax it out of you. Jungkook gave long, flicking strokes, upwards teased their way up causing you to squirm in your chair. It was maddening how good it felt, but how badly your body aches for him to reach your center. When Jungkook’s teasing tongue finally landed on your clit it tore a moan free from your throat. It was dangerously loud. To the point you worried if you’d woken any of the members. Jungkook’s bedroom walls appeared to be paper thin; or the rest of the members were extremely light sleepers. Either way, you didn’t want to wake them. You also didn’t really care.

With each flick Jungkook made was as meticulous as the last. He paid close attention to what spots you reacted to the most; what arched you impossibly back against the chair.

The licks from Jungkook ran in a pulsating current of slow, steady, and gradually picking up the pace. The tip of his tongue making miniature circles around your clit before he gently sucked it between his lips, just so he could run an agonizingly slow lick. You were so caught up in the sensations of his tongue that you weren’t paying attention to anything that was around you. So when two fingers slid inside you, a gasp caught itself deep in your throat. His fingers no doubt added to the rushing warmth that was spreading throughout your body.

Jungkook paid just as much attention with his hands as he did with his mouth. Both of them working you over with a demand that your body feel every sensation he could bring. He knew you were close; your breath came in uneven hitches. Your legs trembled on his shoulders and you could’ve sworn you were already beginning to see stars forming at the corner of your eyes.

It was good to know Jungkook was keeping to his side of the deal.

He was working you to the point your body only yielded in wait of his command. The “okay” for you to finally come in the form of thrusting fingers and a stroking tongue. And you did just that.

You came screaming and clawing at his back, at the arm of his hand that worked you over from the inside out, and the mouth that sent your body into spasms. You were positive somewhere in the euphoric bliss he’d caused between your legs, his free hand dug it’s fingers into your hip. You’d be wearing those lovely little indents for a few days, but you didn’t care.

Jungkook moved to lean back on his calves and raised the hem of his shirt to wipe at his mouth. The sight alone stirring a longing all over again. One you knew Jungkook would be happy to sate.

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