bad mouther, hole master
TG: kissing with tongue is gross as hell
CG: COME THE FUCK OFF IT.
TG: what
CG: I'M SAYING SHUT UP.
TG: oh
CG: IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD. IT'S LIKE THE NATURAL PROGRESSION OF REGULAR KISSING TO EVENTUALLY INCLUDE THAT. IF YOU HAD ANY SEMBLANCE OF ROMANCE GHOSTING THROUGH THE DEVOLVING REMNANTS OF YOUR THINKPAN YOU'D APPRECIATE WHAT IT BRINGS TO THE NUTRITION PLATFORM OF ANY CONSENTING CONCUPISCENT RELATIONSHIP!
TG: youre talking about it like its a goddamn military weapon or some shit
TG: some kinda scientific fuckin method to fondle a dudes mouth with your own mouth thats
TG: thats gross
TG: this isnt supposed to be a debate before fuckin congress on the pros and cons of getting your mack on
TG: its i would say a reasonably personal thing to react about and thats just my reaction man you dont gotta arbitrate it
TG: and like why the hell do they have to linger on it so long in these movies do they really want me to immerse myself in people necking each other that much
TG: roll the sounds around in my earholes like im swilling a fine fuckin wine
TG: well my professional opinion is that shit tastes and sounds mad gross and tbh i havent seen a single movie where it was close to being any kind of necessary
TG: its just a cringy waste of everyones time
CG: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, AND I DISAGREE WITH EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR IGNORANCE GASH, YOU LUMP OF TIGHT-LIPPED CLUELESSNESS.
TG: did you just homestar me
CG: FOR THE SAKE OF ARGUMENT, SINCE YOU'RE APPARENTLY DESPERATE TO START SHIT WITH ME RIGHT NOW: HAVE YOU EVER EVEN DONE IT?
TG: hell no
CG: THANK YOU FOR PROVING MY POINT.
TG: proving your point--
TG: bro have uh
TG: have YOU???
CG: EXCUSE ME? HAVE I WHAT?
TG: come on
TG: i walked into this stupid conversation with a fucking shovel and by god am i digging myself a damn hole big and wide enough for every dave across time to squeeze in so i might as well get cosy in this shit before we all start collectively shoving dirt in our mouths
TG: bet your ass im taking you down with me though
TG: grab your spade and get digging man
CG: GRAB MY WHAT????????
TG: just tell me
CG: ???????!!!!!!!!
TG: karkat
CG: NO!
TG: f-
CG: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!! WHAT PART OF "SHUT UP" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND????
TG: wait no
TG: oh my god dude
TG: you can spin that shit all you want but you can do it the hell away from me
TG: i do not need to be hip to your weirdo foursquare fantasies
TG: patently not my business
CG: STOP RIGHT THERE. JUST SHUT IT. I AM PUTTING US OUT OF OUR MISERY RIGHT NOW. I AM CONDUCTING AN ACT OF MERCY ON THIS INSANE FUCKING CONVERSATION AND YOU ARE GOING TO ZIP YOUR LIPS AND TAKE IT.
CG: HERE IT IS: YOUR SINGLE OPPORTUNITY TO PRETEND YOU NEVER SAID THAT TO ME. I AM GOING TO FORGET YOU MADE A COMPLETE MOCKERY OF ME AND MY CULTURE THIS ONE TIME. AND LET YOU CONTINUE TO DIG YOUR STUPID, SHITTY HOLE.
CG: AND DAVE, I AM BEGGING YOU NOT TO WASTE IT.
CG: TO ANSWER YOUR SHOCKINGLY INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION, NO I HAVE NOT DONE IT.
CG: WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK.
CG: HAPPY?
TG: ……..
TG: way to defuse the situation solid work
TG: real gold star effort grabbin that lit wick and blowing on it
TG: ok first of all you asked me first so dont act like im the one being a weirdo about this
TG: second of all i didnt mean it like that and you know it
TG: THIRD of all what the hell was the point of engaging the knightly theatrics then if you cant even verify that shit
CG: WELL FUCK, SORRY DAVE! I GUESS I'M JUST A FUCKING ROMANCE ENTHUSIAST! I GUESS I GIVE A MAJOR SHIT ABOUT THE THING YOU'RE OPENLY MOCKING TO MY FACE! IS THAT SO IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO WRAP YOUR THOUGHT SPONGE AROUND?
CG: AND IT WAS COMPLETELY REASONABLE FOR ME TO ASK YOU THAT, YOU CONGEALED FETID NOOKSTAIN! MY STATUS ON THE MATTER HAS LITERALLY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE POINT EITHER OF US IS TRYING TO MAKE.
CG: TRY TO KEEP YOUR NUGBONE FROM CAVING IN ON ITSELF WHEN I DROP THIS BOMBSHELL: I'M ALLOWED TO HAVE OPINIONS ON THINGS I ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT, EVEN IF I HAVEN'T DONE THEM! I DON'T JUST GO TROUNCING THE FUCK ABOUT LOBBING MY UNFOUNDED OPINIONS AT PEOPLE LIKE I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING. UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INVOLVED IN THIS CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVING RIGHT NOW!
TG: youre
CG: I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU BY THE WAY. THE SOMEONE IS YOU.
TG: oh gimme a break
TG: bro youre going apeshit over something you havent even done
TG: you know what that sounds like to me it sounds like an overcompensating fake fan who doesnt get any
TG: you heard of troll napoleon complex
CG: AT LEAST I ACTUALLY FORMED MY OPINION BASED ON CAREFUL CONSIDERATION --
TG: -- oh yeah i bet huh
CG: -- INSTEAD OF JUST BANKING ON NUBJERK --
TG: -- not a real thing you just said
CG: -- REACTIONS AND WRINKLING MY SNIFF NUB AT ANY SIGNS OF GENUINE PHYSICAL INTIMACY!
TG: stop saying nub
CG: YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BULGEWAD
TG: not too much worse than being a perpetual fountain of emotional diarrhea
CG: DON'T YOU DARE.
CG: DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO USE THAT AS A "GOTCHA", YOU--… YOU! FUCK!
TG: dude did you actually run out of insults
TG: okay this is getting concerning
TG: youre the international dude of verbal dunks
TG: that can not be happening
CG: AAGHRJRGHJRGRHJAGHRJGRHJAGRHJRGRHJRGRHRJR
TG: you cant run out of em youre like the ultimate peddler of hate
CG: YOU DON'T THINK I'M CRITICALLY AWARE OF THE HOOFBEASTSHIT I'M SPEWING NIGH FUCKING CONSTANTLY?! I AM PAINFULLY COGNIZANT OF HOW MORONIC EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS!!!!
TG: feel like ive done some damage here
CG: ESPECIALLY MYSELF!
TG: alright bud time to calm down
CG: YOU CALM DOWN!!!!
TG: okay whatever!
CG: WHATEVER!!!!!!!!
TG: jeez
…
TG: here
…
CG: UGH.
TG: yeah
TG: really glad stuff like this happens in private
CG: YEAH. SAME HERE.
CG: JEGUS, CAN WE GO BACK TO BEFORE WE HAD THIS CONVERSATION? I DON'T ASK YOU MANY FAVORS, SO SURELY YOUR SLURRY OF ILL-DEFINED TIME POWERS CAN ALLOW YOU TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
CG: JUST LIKE, WIPE THAT WHOLE THING OFF THE SLATE.
CG: LET'S START OVER. SAY, FIVE MINUTES AGO. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?
TG: what conversation?
CG: OKAY, GOTCHA.
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⤷ the cost of jealousy — jjk (m)
pairing: possessive bf!jungkook x fem!reader
rating: explicit, not safe for minors
synopsis: seeing you flirting around at an event dedicated to him made jungkook's blood boil, so much that he ended up dragging you to the nearest restroom and remind you who you belonged to there
word count: 3.7k
warnings: very detailed explanation, hard dom!jungkook, he's extremely possessive and jealous also a tease, rough themes, creamp*e, petnames, unprotected s*x, spank*ng , chok*ng, bit*ng, jungkook has a daddy k*nk (sorry if thats cringy), overst*mulation, public s*x, this is basically pure p*rn, some words are censored, let me know if there's more
note: there's no stroyline continuation but this is a part two of the fic jealous, hope you enjoy!
Jungkook regretted everything right now, bringing you with him was a mistake, he really should’ve known better.
You were currently at the private party that was thrown to celebrate the success of Jungkook’s collaboration campaign with Calvin Klein, but despite him being the main event of the night, you were showing interest in everybody except for him.
Yeah he got it, you were friendly and outgoing by nature but come on now, let’s be serious, he knew you too well to not notice your ulterior motives.
You were trying to get him jealous, that was all this was about.
Because with all due respect, he really loved Son Heungmin too but, he couldn’t be that funny now though could he?
Jungkook was probably — no no, definitely funnier but why the hell were you throwing yourself upon him as you laughed at every random word that came out of his mouth?
Like honestly, Jungkook was right there, right freaking next to you and he was getting pissed, really really pissed.
You wearing that mini dress despite his will was one thing and now you were acting like this? You were overstepping, teasing his limits which clearly showed that you were asking to be put in place and luckily, he knew just what to do to put you back in line.
Clearing his throat, “Can you excuse us for a second?” Jungkook kindly asked towards the sportsman you were busy flirting with, placing his empty champagne glass on the table as he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you away from the crowd that surrounded you.
“Is there something wrong?” You asked as you tried to catch up with his fierce steps, furrowing your brows as you followed him towards the aisle where the restrooms were.
“Jungkook?”
Ignoring your repetitive questions, Jungkook briefly checked your surroundings before getting inside the men’s room, pulling you inside along with himself, pushing you against the door as he locked it behind the two of you.
Oh thank god, he thought, there seemed to be no one around which meant that you could finally have some privacy, since he really needed it for the things that he was planning on doing to you.
Noticing the change of his gaze, “Jungkook, what are you doing?” you questioned once again, stiffing up against the door as he left almost no gap between your bodies.
“What am I doing?” he repeated after you, poking his cheek with his tongue as he reached down to his pants, hands skillfully unbuckling his belt. “Funny, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same y/n.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You gulped down, knowing the answer to your question very well as you watched him inhale a deep breath while taking his belt out, it was all a part of your plan after all.
Your plan of getting him infuriatingly jealous.
Jungkook was the most jealous boyfriend on the face of earth yet despite knowing that, you had the nerves to flirt with guys around him all night, at an event that was dedicated to him so yeah, without a doubt you knew what he meant to say.
But he had it coming, he deserved to be teased, so regardless of what was about to happen, you regretted nothing.
“Is Heungmin really that funny?” He blurted out, folding his belt in two, hitting the sink marble right next to where you were standing with it, “hm, y/n?”
Okay after a second thought, maybe, just maybe you might have overstepped with the whole getting him jealous plan. And maybe, you have started to regret it a little, just a little though.
“Jungkook—”
“Why were you throwing yourself on him all night, huh?” He gritted his teeth, eyes turning darker and darker with every word, “You thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t—”
Uh oh, he was angry— angrier than you imagined him to be, this was bad.
“Don’t lie to me!” He raised his voice, tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your throat as he pressed you against the door, sandwiching you there by using his strength, “Was he the reason why you insisted on wearing this dress too?” He hissed, veins on his neck popping out as he spoke, “You wanted to show some skin for him, is that it?”
“N-no—” you gasped, grabbing on his forearm as he choked you, “I p-picked this f-for you.”
Over your answer, Jungkook let go of your neck, noticing your struggle to breathe. It wasn’t his intention to go hard on you, he didn’t like doing that but as you can guess, he couldn’t exactly control himself very well when his blood was literally boiling inside.
He wanted— no, he needed to rip your dress off and fuck you out in the open until you lost your voice yet since he couldn’t do that for the sake of his job, he had another brilliant idea to punish you with.
“Liar, you’re such a bad liar.” He whispered, unfolding his belt as he brought it to your lips, “Bite,” He ordered, voice husky as he spoke, “and stop talking, I don’t wanna hear another word coming out of your lying, dirty mouth.”
You did as you were told and followed his command, legs shaking as you felt no different than an ant before him. He looked so serious with every word he said, even the tone of his voice had you weak on the knees.
Taking out his jacket, Jungkook tossed it over one of the cabinet doors, carefully folding his sleeves as he eyed you up and down. Sigh, that dress you were wearing, it was gonna be the death of him.
It was a long dress but unfortunately, had a very deep slit that he didn’t like, which almost reached up to your pubis and caused a lot of your skin to be displayed for eyes besides his own. That was wrong, he should’ve been the only one who’s allowed to see thus far, didn’t you know that?
Since it seemed like you forgot, guess he had to give you a punishment for that now, to remind you of his rights and wrongs as your boyfriend, and as the guy who owned you.
You were his, only his, but how could you be so blunt with your actions? He thought you knew better than this, tch tch, he was disappointed in you, you really needed to be taught a lesson.
Reaching his hand to that said slit, Jungkook lifted your skirt up, humming as he brushed his fingers over your clothed core. “You’re wet.” He stated, playing with the fabric of your underwear, “I bet you were waiting for this moment all night long, didn’t you?”
Yes, hell yes you were, he wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest bit.
It was your main purpose of the night to get him so angry, so jealous that he would lose his mind and from what you saw, it worked out hella well.
“You were doing everything you can to piss me off,” he muttered, pushing your panties aside, “so that I would fuck the shit out of you, right y/n?” he asked, two fingers playing with your slickness as he slid them back and forth on your folds.
As you remained silent biting on his leather belt, he pushed his fingers through your wetness, pumping them inside a few times before pulling out, observing the coat of mucus around his digits intensely.
He was impressed to say the least because, how could you act so normal while having a literal waterfall running down there?
You were so wet that it was dripping from his fingers, to which he reacted with a smug smirk as he opened his mouth and leaned down to lick it off from his hands and wrist.
“So wet and for who?” Jungkook asked, eyebrows raising cockily, “for Heungmin?”
You shook your head, begging at him with your eyes as he sucked on his gorgeous fingers, eyes glowing like a hunter’s. You were his prey for tonight and to your luck, Jungkook was the type to play with his food so, surely a very long night was ahead of you.
“Who then?” He questioned, removing his belt from your mouth for a brief second, only to let you whisper out his name desperately.
“For you Jungkook,” you whined, trying to reach his lips, “you only, I swear.”
And finally, he was smiling, a satisfied “good girl” rolling off from his tongue as he praised you. He liked all sides of you, true, but if he had to pick a favorite, he’d choose desperate y/n over anything with his eyes closed.
Content with the response he got, Jungkook grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself from his lips. He wasn’t gentle as he devoured the cave of your mouth, hitting the outside of your thighs with the belt he had in his grasp.
Soon after, you found yourself gasping into the kiss as he trailed his hand down to your neck, pressing on the sides to turn you into a complete mess. You could feel the outline of his belt in between your thighs as he brushed it over your half clothed core, smacking it softly against your sensitive flesh.
“If you picked this dress for me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss as he turned you around and pushed you against the sink instead, “then I guess I can make some adjustments on it,” he said, raising an eyebrow expectantly, “right, my love?”
As you nodded rapidly, he flipped you around and made you face the mirror over the sinks, swift hands pulling the straps of your dress down almost immediately.
He leaned closer, humming softly as he adorned the area from your shoulders to your neck with his open mouthed kisses.
“You smell like heaven,” he complimented, unzipping the upper part of your dress, watching your reflection on the mirror as it fell from your chest, leaving you basically topless before him, “and you look like an angel,” he confessed, cupping your naked breasts with both hands, “my pretty angel.”
You felt dizzy, getting drunk under his endless praises as he touched you like he owned you, your head falling back on his chest while he was busy grinding his clothed hard-on against your butt.
“Jungkook—” you called out his name, voice thin as you watched him behind half opened lids through the mirror. He looked breathtaking tonight, him in suits was really your weakness.
“Hm?”
“I want you.”
He chuckled, you were adorable, too freaking adorable for his sanity. What was he gonna do with you?
“And what do good girls say when they want something?” Jungkook responded, placing the belt on the sink to get a better use of his hands as he unzipped his pants and slid it down just enough to free his bulge out.
Maybe he could help you out a little and reduce your punishment, since you were too cute to resist, just for this once though.
“They say please, don’t they baby?” He questioned, finally taking his dıck out and slapping it against your wetness, big hands guiding one of your legs over the marble as he teased your entrance with his tip.
If he wanted you to beg, you were gonna beg so without wasting any time, “K-kook, please, I want you inside me,” you whined, leaning forward as you arched your back for him, trying to allure him more, “I need you inside me, please.”
“Need me inside, huh?” he grinned, “Like this?”
And with that, he poked his head in, not moving a millimeter as he placed both of his hands on your waist, removing your skirt from his way to get a better view of your gorgeous buttocks.
You let out a breathy whimper over the feeling and ugh, he was in love with that sound. He didn’t plan on letting you adjust to his size by any means and trust me, he wanted nothing more than to slam his whole length inside you yet despite how tempting you sounded, he wasn’t gonna give you what you were asking for, not just yet.
Frustrated by him not elaborating, you turned to face him, giving him your best puppy eyes as you tried to sneakily push your hips against his, desperately needing to feel more of him.
On the other hand, Jungkook had different plans as he stopped you, holding your hips in place and adding more to your already pent up frustration. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, hands reaching out to grab his belt from where he placed it, his cocky expression slowly turning into a more serious one.
“I—”
“Did I tell you to move?”
Your sentence got cut as he smacked you using his belt as a whip, the sting making you flinch as you slapped a hand over your mouth to shush your own squeak. To make your job even more difficult, Jungkook tugged on your hair with his empty hand, bottoming out as he pulled you towards him with his strong grasp.
“Answer me!”
“N-no!”
Your back was arched to its breaking point as he forced your head behind to form an eye contact, looking down at you with his lust-filled dark eyes while landing another sharp hit on your skin.
This time your voice came out louder, your knees went weak for a second as he helped your hips up, pressing you flat on the sink while pulling out. “Then what made you think that you could move?” he asked, thrusting himself back in, making you raise on your toes as if the high heels you were wearing wasn’t enough.
“I m-made a mistake,” you yelped, placing a hand on the mirror to maintain your balance against his strong thrusts, “I’m sorry, please, I’m s-so sorry!”
“You’re making a lot of mistakes today,” was Jungkook’s response as he hovered over your folded body, lips leaving wet kisses on your exposed nape, “and it makes me really mad, y/n.”
“I’m sorry,” you begged, barely audible as you tilted your head in hopes of kissing him, “forgive me Kook, please.”
He couldn’t hold back his smile as he pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you, his hips meeting with yours once again, this time a little slower compared to the previous ones.
“Be a good girl and make yourself forgiven then, yeah?” he whispered as he pecked your lips one last time before he straightened up, fixing your position and rearranging himself against your entrance for the ruthless pace he was about to settle with.
He was throbbing inside you, there was no time left to waste.
You were both low on patience so you nodded, “I’ll be the best girl for you.” you said, biting your lower lip excitedly as you observed his handsome features through the mirror. He looked so hot, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he was furrowing his beautiful eyebrows, his loosened tie making you wanna call him daddy.
You hated that word, it was the cringiest thing ever, yet you couldn’t care less about being cringy now— not when he felt that good, hitting all the right spots inside of you as he thrusted in.
“Oh baby,” he groaned, eyes closing with pleasure as he moved back and forth, inked hand fondling your flesh aggressively, “you feel so good, holy shit.”
No matter how many times he’s done this, you always managed to make it feel like it was your first time and god, he honestly loved that for you.
“You feel even better, daddy,” you giggled out playfully, holding one of your asscheeks up for him, “please don’t stop, please.”
Oh my god, you looked so hot like this. He hated to admit but hell, that nickname sounded too cute coming out of your pretty mouth like that, he really needed to hear it again.
“Say that again.” he requested, slipping his dıck in and out of you continuously, feeling his high nearing everytime you clenched around his shaft, making his already worked up meat twitch inside you helplessly.
He really needed a release, so so badly at the moment.
Now it was your turn to smirk as you whined out a very needy “Oh daddy,” reaching your hands behind to caress his half clothed thighs, “you feel perfect, I’m almost there.”
“Yeah? Do I make you feel good baby?”
You nodded, pouting at him cutely through the mirror and he adored the way you did it, biting his lips as he watched your angelic face go through different phases of pleasure thanks to him. You really were his princess because even after everything you’ve done tonight, he couldn’t stay mad at you for longer than five minutes, he just loved you too much for that.
“Will you come for daddy then, hm my princess?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, doe eyes locked on his fierce ones, “anything for daddy.”
God, he wanted to ruin you. Something about you tonight was really hitting off differently and he wasn’t sure whether it was your pretty pouty lips, your sweet voice or your tight little hole but shit, he couldn’t hold himself anymore.
“Yeah?” He hissed, nails digging deep into your skin as he was guiding your hips, literally drooling while watching your reflection as you played with your tıts, “Will you be good and let me fill you up too?”
“Yes please,” you responded, licking your lips, “I want daddy to fill me up.”
Letting out a low growl, Jungkook reached forward, peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he spoke, “that’s my girl.” he proudly claimed, dropping the belt on the floor and pulling you close, wanting to roam his hands on your body freely.
His compliment was small yet effective, had you shaking in his hold as you reached your climax, melting under his touch while crying out his name.
There were actual tears in your eyes as he stroked your hair and hugged you tight, kissing your temple sweetly in contrast to how his thrusts were.
He was aware of how overstimulated you were but he couldn’t stop, not when he was just around the corner, flying so close to his sweet euphoria. “Just a little more baby,” he whispered next to your ear, “hold on for me a little longer, I'm almost there.” he said, leaking the first wave of his hot seeds inside you.
You could hear his breath hitching as he tried to ride out his high, his pace getting sloppier and sloppier until his length finally flopped out of you, leaving you a dripping mess before him.
He was exhausted, yes, but you seemed even worse, looking like you were in a completely different universe with your half opened eyes. There was definitely no way of explaining this to the people outside, who were probably wondering where you two went off, yet instead of being bothered by that, Jungkook oddly felt amused.
Well, guess he didn’t need to worry about Heungmin or any other male representatives acting too friendly towards you anymore, since it seemed like your dozed off face would be enough sign that you belonged to no one but him.
Chuckling to himself, Jungkook let go of your body and fixed his pants as he watched you lay back on the cold marble, looking completely limp and unresponsive. Good, he thought, that would probably teach you a lesson.
Smacking your butt, he leaned down to bite on it as he took his belt from off the floor, not giving you any peace even for a second. “Don’t pass out here,” he mocked, proceeding to fix his shirt, “people are waiting for us outside, we already took long enough.”
“And who’s fault is that?” you asked, rubbing on his teeth marks, scrunching your face over the pain. How could he bite you as if he didn't do enough things already?
“Yours.” he responded bluntly, giving you an annoying smile as he washed his hands and fixed his hair, looking as normal as he was at the beginning of the night. Nice, so it was only gonna be you who looked like you just came out of world war three, wasn’t that lovely?
“How is it my fault that you’re so jealous?”
“Because,” he sighed, reaching for his jacket as he walked towards the door, “if you behaved like you should have, none of this would’ve happened.” he asserted, unlocking it with ease, throwing you a fake smile along with a sarcastic flying kiss.
“I’ll be outside,” he shared, opening the door a creak before he stepped out, “since someone has to tell people that you’re feeling nauseous.” he winked, enjoying the mess he caused probably way more than he should.
“I hate you so much.”
“Oh yeah?”
He stopped, challenging you with his eyes as he standed before the door frame, “We’ll see about that when we get home,” he said, pointing his tattooed index at you, “but until then, you’ve got other things to worry about.”
“Really?” you talked back, locking your arms before your chest confidently, “Like what, Kook?”
“Like your hair, daddy’s pretty princess.” he huffed, emphasizing on the fourth word, “I’d take my time if I were you,” he added, scrunching his nose at you, “it looks quite messy there, you know?”
He successfully avoided your shoe as you threw it at him, closing the door right on time while he was laughing out loud, feeling way better compared to the beginning of the night.
“And oh y/n,” he called out, leaning his head on the hard surface as you locked him out, “don’t worry about Heungmin, I’ll let him know that you were busy giving me a helping hand!”
“Fuck off!”
He cackled, feeling satisfied with himself as he fixed his jacket, “I love you too!” he yelled back before walking away with a pleasant smile of victory plastered all over his face.
Not long after he was blend in with the crowd, hunter eyes easily locating his new prey’s whereabouts as Jungkook approached the oblivious guy with a devilish smirk, calling out his name rather enthusiastically;
“Hey there, Heungmin!”
Uh oh, guess your night was not yet over, oops.
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do u write for sukunaaaa
if so can we have cum denial wit him. like fingering n teasing reader till she’s crying n babbling 🐾 <3
sugarpie ୨ৎ
not getting sukuna’s attention has you acting out ୨ৎ
yeah probs mii first nd last time writing abt kuna ^.^ i really enjoyed doing dis for u tho ^_^
⋆。‧˚ʚɞ˚‧。⋆ SUGARPIE
⋆。‧˚ʚɞ˚‧。⋆ ---> rough fingering, pet names (baby, princess, mama), shameless use of the word daddy :P, begging, squirting, daddydom!kuna, lawyer!kuna, orgasm denial
“kuna.” you drag out his name as you climb onto his lap. it’s been hours since he’s given you any sort of attention, you understood that the paperwork he is working on is extremely important. he briefly explained to you days prior about taking on a big case that would bring in a lonesome amount of money once everything was said and done. which is fine, of course you’re gonna support your kuna in whatever he takes on. but what isn’t fine is his attention being diverted to papers instead of you.
he grumbles out while he leans to your side so that he could see what was displayed on his desk. you sit quietly on his lap for a few moments, your mind is racing with how you could get his attention back onto you. a deep rooted, responsible and sensible side of you reminds you that he’s working and he told you that he would be busy on it, you know you’re being selfish but you can’t find it in you to care. if anything it’s sukuna’s fault for spoiling you so much!
“kuna.” you whine again. your head lays on his hard shoulder while your hands begin slithering against his waist. even through his shirt you could feel the hardened muscles, you loved just running your acrylic tips over his muscles and watching them tense every now and then. “daddy, are you ignoring me?” you ask with a frown that sukuna didn’t need to see, he could hear it in your voice.
“‘f course not, baby. ‘m just busy trying to sign these documents.” sukuna barely pays attention to the words coming out of his mouth as he jots down more and more onto the paper.
“aren’t you tired?” you huff, “can’t you just take a little break?”
“not right now. i need to stay on top of this case ‘nd fill out as much as i can as fast as i can.” he suddenly leans down a little to grab a paper thats on the far end of his desk. you wrap your arms tighter around him, but you know sukuna would never let you fall. no matter how busy and out of it he seems.
you don’t like that response at all. you roll your eyes at his resistance and settle with resting your head on the crook of his neck. you breathe in his cologne. the colognes’ he wears pairs so well with his natural scent. they smell so warm but masculine in a way. you close your eyes, opting to lay there and enjoy the feeling of his heart thumping and his body movements each time he inhales and exhales. you use the sound of the pen sliding against the paper as white noise.
you hum softly against him. this is better than being in separate rooms, you suppose. you would prefer for his attention to be on you completely but you’ll take what’s given at the moment. usually, you’d be chattering away about minuscule things while sukuna works but he quickly shut that down weeks ago.
“my office is my sanctuary, princess. i don’t care if you come ‘n here but you have to stay quiet so daddy can focus.” the firmness in his tone left no room for debate, which is why you slowly nodded your head while looking up at him.
you were only able to sit still and quiet for a few minutes, you tried, you really did. but you couldn't contain yourself from letting out littles hums and shifting your hips every few minutes. your little thin panties would get snagged on the shape of his cock causing little whimpers to escape from your throat when it does happen. sukuna doesn’t comment on anything you do, only occasionally patting your thigh when he deems you moving too much.
“kuna, please.” you whine out as you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him fully. you didn’t have to say what you wanted, he knew. he always does.
“‘m working, mama.” he reminds you. irritation is seeping through his usual tone. hearing the slowly growing firmness begin to take over his words causes little hairs to stand up on your body, you both loved and hated when he talked to you like this.
“i don’t care! i need you kuna!” you clutch at his shirt with your hands. the hairs continue to stand.. no way you just raised your voice at him. a twitch of fear settles in your stomach.
“watch your tone.” he stops writing completely.
“wouldn’t have gotten loud if you would’ve jus’ paid attention to me.” you mutter under your breath as you begin getting off of his lap.
“the fuck you just say?”
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“kuna, i can’t! ‘s too much please!” you cry out as his thick fingers roughly pump into your fat pussy. the sounds of your arousal coating his digits filled the room, you were so fucking wet. he had already managed pull an almost orgasm out of you. he waited until you were breathing heavy and for your legs to be shaking desperately to pull away.
he doesn’t respond to you, only forcing your legs further with one hand while adding another finger. you squeal and whine while clutching on his wrist. his fingers are so fucking thick inside your sensitive pussy. your clutch at his wrist does nothing to slow him down.
your poor pussy could do nothing but take his aggressive fingers, you thrashed around on his lap which only made him slink an arm around your waist to hold you in place. fat tears ran down your cheeks as he continued holding your legs open so that he could continue to fill you.
everything about sukuna is thick. not just his fingers, but his cock (especially that), his muscles, his personality. those were just minor reasons that added up to why you loved him.
hearing the humiliating squelch, squelch, squelch and just feeling your arousal dripping down from your everflowing pussy to his lap. if you weren’t getting fucked stupid by his fingers you would’ve been embarrassed from the growing wet spot that is forming on his slacks.
“talkin’ t’me crazy.. have you lost your fucking mind?” he asks. with every word he’s hammering his fingers as deep as he possibly could, it’s almost to the point that it hurts. you whimper out a soft “daddy” and try to close your legs to prevent him from continuing to abuse your poor pussy.
you can’t find it in you to say a response, instead, you let out loud mewls and sobs. sukuna doesn’t take much appreciation to his words being met with silence, with a rough huff he pulls out the hand that’s fucking you to oblivion to give you three rough slaps against your right thigh.
a piercing sob breaks through your lips,“yes! daddy! ah! yes! i'm sorry daddy!” you didn’t even know what you were saying. loud sniffles mixed with the words you slobbered out. you were a complete mess, you loved when sukuna got you like this.
“‘s okay, though. don’t worry, baby. daddy’s going to make sure you remember your manners.” he plunges his fingers back into you with no warning prompting an unexpected orgasm to shoot from your sensitive pussy. he groans and begins slapping at your clit. squeals escape from deep in your throat. he remembers specifically telling you not to cum until he said so.
“daddy! oh! ah! ah! i’m sorry!” you try to crawl away from the intensity of your orgasm. sukuna clicks his teeth and roughly pushes you back up so that your back is aligned evenly to his chest. you’re fully sobbing now as a stream leaks out and sprays onto his fingers, lap, and parts of his paperwork.
“no more, kuna, puhllleeaaa-ahhmygodd..” your sentence is broken when he powers his movements back up. you’re still leaking out your orgasm when he adds a third finger. “daddy! kuna! baby! pleaseee, no more!” drool leaks from the corners of your mouth as you are dumbly babbling out to him.
“tch.” he sighs. “cummin’ even when i told you not to. you must really not be my good girl now? hm?” you could hear the smirk in sukuna’s voice. usually when he finds your actions amusing, you’d pout at him. but you were so fucked out all you could do is continue to grip his wrist weakly.
“‘s too much, kuna. toooo muchhhh.” you groan. you try closing your legs around his hand once again and this time sukuna bites down on your shoulder making you squirm. he didn’t bite down hard, he made sure to only use enough force to make you stop moving.
“keep ignorin’ me.” he warns. “your second time now. even while getting punished, you’re still actin’ up.” he jeered. “maybe you’re not my good girl after all.”
“‘m your good girl. promise. ‘m your good girl.” you sniffle, he was still rubbing his fingers against your walls filling you up jussttt right. your eyes glance down and you could see his hand sparkling with your arousal and to make matters more intense his fingers are etched with your cream. you could only whine at the sight.
he places soft kisses on the side of your neck and jaw. “watch me fuck my pussy.” he mumbles while placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “gonna make sure my pussy gets all the attention it's been beggin’ for, and you better not fucking cum again until i say so.”
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helloooooo!!!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader headcanons?? it would be pretty interesting to see hera having a child tbh
thank you if you do 💛
percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader
summary: hcs for percy with a daughter of hera
when he first met you he was kinda worried bc he has beef with hera
but he's also confused bc wasn't she not supposed to have kids??
he expected you to be just like your mom
and you lowkey were
but you were a bit less.. uptight
but at the same time, u cant really blame her, her husband literally cheats on her so much
BUT ANYWAYS
i think u'd be so caring to him and he would love it SO MUCH
since hera is the goddess of marriage and childbirth, u would lowk take care of him like hes ur son
but like not in a weird way
u just care ab him so much that u baby him all the time
since both of ur cabins are always empty except for each other, u have sleepovers all the time
u have a pretty close relationship w ur mom, esp because ur her only demigod kid
percy isnt really jealous per say, bc he's decently close w poseidon, but like
he wishes he was that close with him
hera visits u in ur dreams a LOT bc she just loves u a lot
zeus is mad but she dgaf cuz ur her only daughter
and only kid
so obviously she's protective
esp when u tell her that u and percy r dating
shes at camp the next day asking u to introduce her to him
which ur like "mom pls y'all have already met"
and shes like "yes, but never when he was ur bf"
so u just go along w it bc u love her
they're lowk beefing bc she doesnt want u to get hurt
but as time goes on she realizes how much percy loves u and cares abt u
and she thinks ur the cutest couple ever
she is ready for yall to get married bc shes gonna throw the most extravagant and perfect wedding
and shes so excited esp bc ur the only kid she's going to be able to do this for
have i mentioned that she loves u a lot?
ANYWAYS
yk how in like house of hades and i think chalice of the gods when percy looks at annabeth and is js like "i cant wait to marry her and have kids"
yeah, hes like that but 300000x
and he's so excited bc he knows that ur gonna be SUCH a good mom
people always think ur weak bc ur mom "lets herself get cheated on"
or whatever dumbass shit they be saying
but u prove them wrong
mothers r fr the most powerful people in the UNIVERSE
and ur basically a mother bc u take care of everyone at camp
ur always at the infirmary helping the apollo kids bc its just in ur nature to love taking care of people
and percy always comes in with even the smallest little injuries
and it just warms ur heart to know that he wants to come see u even when ur working
u take care of the little baby pegasi too omg
gn thats so cute
imagine if blackjack had a lil baby pegasi and u took care of it
and percy is just like
melting
ur so sweet to them even if theyre "just horses"
it makes him so excited to have kids w u
whenever u see a little kid
or like a younger camper
u always tell him that u cant wait to go to new rome uni and then get married and have kids w him
the two of u are just so excited for the future with each other fr
i just think the two of u would be taking care of the pegasi and u would fall asleep in the hay after staying up talking
big surprise for the kids that have riding lessons that morning...
yall werent embarrassed tho cuz u have no shame fr
well, u have shame
percy has none
not the point.
everyone at camp sorta sees u as a mother and they always come to u
lowk camp therapist
bc they NEED one real bad
but it doesnt bother u bc u love to help them
ur always trying to fix problems at camp
and its very upsetting for you when you cant, and percy is always there to comfort u
ur lowk a meddler like ur mom
but its okay bc ur just worried about ur friends
i think that u would maybe have some soothing powers kinda like a hypnos kid, where u can like calm people down or put them to sleep
i also think that percy would suffer from panic attacks after his nightmares
so after he has a nightmare, you're there and if you can't soothe him with your words you just use ur powers
u can't stand to see him like that
it just upsets you so much
percy is so grateful for ur powers, but hes even more grateful for you
i think ur a lot more relaxed than most people at camp
and u dont really see the point in doing dangerous things for fun
which is different for percy, but he really does like it
he likes that he can just go to you and ask to relax and ur always down for that
its a change of pace that is definitely welcome and necessary in his life
ur definitely more of a rational thinker than him, so u stop him from doing some pretty stupid things
but u would never stop him from having fun
or doing thing that are important to him
ur relationship is lowk the blue print
yall just take care of each other fr
and ur like an old married couple which u two get teased ab
but u dont care
cuz u cant wait to get married lol!
a/n: this was a vv interesting request to write and i honestly loved imagining what a child of hera would be like so thank u for the req!
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