#literally humiliated everytime i have to do one of these but well <3 its this or suicide so

[fadeintoyou1993]

well. here i fucking go again i guess i'm sorry i keep doing these y'all. hopefully things will change soon but in the meantime. i had to have dental surgery two weeks ago and while i was planning and budgeting for the extraction of one tooth only, the dr had to remove a second one & now i have a bill that i did not prepare for and i'm like. drowning in medical bills right now because of my assessment i had to take a few months ago (i'm autistic+adhd) and i just. i can't afford it at all. i have no fixed income because finding accessible jobs where i live is damn fucking near impossible, and most of the money i make is through commissions & odd design gigs.

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🥹 please don't tag this as s1gnal b00st as it tends to make the post lose traction. 🥹

[hwangsies]

zephyr

(n) a gentle breeze

pairing: seo changbin x female reader (hwang hyunjin x female reader)

genre: rebound to fwb to dumbasses to lovers(?), college!au, undergroundrappers!3racha

warnings: angst: mentions of infidelity, heartbreak and abuse, seemingly unrequited love, they are both so dumb and prideful its annoying, fluff, bad attempt at comedy, minsung on the side, cursing, alcohol consumption, smut: protected piv, oral (f), studio sex, praise, mild degradation, hair pulling, mild spanking

wc: 10k

enjoy <3

-

September

"y/n?" you hear your roommates faint voice calling out your name.

You dont bother to answer because you know she's going to come into your room at any second now.

And you're right. "y/n??" Your door opens a few seconds later.

You groan in response, not looking up and instead staying in your little cocoon of blankets.

"no babygirl what are you doing?" you feel the bed shift under lias weight when she sits down.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you grumble back, her hand gently rubbing over your arm.

"sulking, babe" she replies, dropping her purse to the ground.

"10 points for griffyndor" you sniffle as you scooch and sit up, pushing the blankets half off of you at which she sighs.

"wooyoung was not that good of a boyfriend for you to still be crying over him" lia presses her lips together concernedly.

She's right, you know it. It has almost been two months and you still feel like crying everytime someone mentions him.

"i know" you nod somewhat defeatedly "still, i was with him for almost a year and" you hiccup "he literally ripped my heart out and trampled on it"

"i know" lia nods understandingly "but i do think it would help if you went out again, even if its just for a night, you know just to be around people"

"it probably would but i just dont have the energy for it" you shrug your shoulders.

"i get it, girl, i really do" she pats your knee "both of my exes cheated on me, my only luck was that they were both awful at hiding it so i found out pretty quickly" she huffs.

You force out a chuckle, from what you heard from one of the girls that wooyoung cheated on you with, was that it started 3 months into your relationship.

"this the most humiliating thing ever, lia" you scoff "being with someone for so long, trusting them and telling them all your secrets and you think they are doing the same for you but then realizing that they were faking it all along to have multiple side chicks, and the fact that i was too oblivious to figure it out is the icing on the cake" you rub your forehead, feeling a migrane approach due to the sheer amount of crying you've been doing.

She seems to know what's happening and hands you the water bottle next to your bed "hydrate, sis"

So, you do. Taking four big gulps out of the water bottle.

Once you place the bottle next to you and tie your hair in a messy bun, you look at your roommate more thuroughly now that the tears are wiped away.

"you look pretty" you compliment her makeup and casual yet chic outfit "what'd you do tonight?"

Her contagious grin spreads over her face, eyes turning into little crescents.

"chris took me to the fair in town" lia grins before her face drops "I'm sorry, this is maybe not the time to ta-"

"No! It is, tell me about it" you interrupt her.

"O-okay" she nods hesitantly "well, i dont know if you've been keeping track but today was our fourth date and it was amazing" she gushes.

"I cant believe how much i like him, like, its crazy" she squeals a little, at which you giggle.

"so, fourth date huh? And he hasnt tried to get into your pants yet?" you quip.

"nope, i initiated our first kiss and other than that nothing" she whispers the last words before laughing.

"thats great" you smile, genuinely happy for her.

"Hmm yea" she sings as she gets up "i'll go to bed now too"

"Oh, hey, i have an idea" lia speaks up when standing in your doorway "chris has this performance thingy in two days, you should totally come!" she offers enthusiastically.

"he has a band?" you ask, partly to distract her from her offer.

"Hmm not really a band, they're a trio and there is this performance on saturday where a bunch of underground artists perform, i didnt fully listen if im honest" she giggles "but you should come with me!!" she jumps excitedly.

"i dont kno-"

"y/n pleasee? You'd do me a huge favor too because i dont know anyone there" lia pleads, clutchig her hands together.

"you know chris" you rebuttal.

"and what am i supposed to do when he's performing? stand around like an idiot? please y/n" she pouts.

"I dont really think this is my type of crowd..." you scratch your head.

"please please please" she jumps once more.

You sigh and tilt your head as you look at her sternly.

"one of his friends is single" she adds carefully.

"and cute" she sings "from what ive seen in pictures" she adds.

"lia" you groan.

"I'll do your laundry for two weeks if you come with me"

"you will?" Your head snaps towards her.

"yes i will! i promise, just come with me, please?"

A long sigh leaves your lips "okay"

-

The strong bass of the loud music rings in your chest as soon as you step foot into the club where “3racha” is supposed to be performing tonight.

Lia comes to a halt and you almost run into her because you were to busy checking out the venue and the other people around you.

“sorry” you mumble and hold onto her arm to avoid getting lost in the crowd.

She pulls out her phone and clicks on her and hers and chris’s chat, to figure out where to meet them, you assume.

“okay” lia puts her phone back into her jeans pocket and grabs your hand “they’re backstage, lets go”

“can we just go there?” you almost yell for her to understand what you’re saying.

“yea! Chris said he’ll make sure we’ll get in, come on” she tugs at your hand for you to walk faster.

You waddle behind her, barely dodging some drunk guys beer that goes flying before you arrive at the sign that says “artists only” and a black curtain behind it.

The guy standing infront of it raises a brow at the two of you before pointing at said sign “read ladies, no fans allowed”

“hey, they’re with me” a guy, you assume to be chris, taps on his shoulder and shows his artists badge, half of his body still covered by the curtain.

The bigger guy sighs and lets you through.

“thank you” lia lets go of your hand to loop her arms around chris’s neck once behind the curtain, they kiss and you look around.

Not because you are particularly uncomfortable, maybe still just a little bitter at happy couples.

You audibly clear your throat when they are still making out after a good ten seconds.

“oh-uhm” lia looks back at you after breaking the kiss “chris, this is y/n, y/n, chris” she giggles.

“hi y/n, nice to meet you” he gives you a quick hug and a smile full of dimples, finally understanding why your roommate is always swooning about him.

“hi” you smile back, somewhat forced.

“lets go to our dressingroom” chris suggests and leads the way.

Opening the door, he lets you and lia walk in first.

One guy is dancing around in the middle of the room, singing along to the current song that’s being played in the background with a water bottle as a pretend mic.

Another is one sitting on the small couch and laughing at him.

“oh, hi” the guy stops singing and quickly hides the bottle behind himself at which chris chuckles.

“guys, this is lia and y/n” chris points at the two of you before closing the door behind him.

“ooo the lia?” the waterbottle guy wiggles his eyebrows, at which you cant help but laugh as well, he isn’t very tall but looks lean.

“what is the lia supposed to mean?” lia laughs when chris comes up and slings an arm around her waist from behind her.

“I..well-I talk about you sometimes-“

“sometimes my ass” the guy sitting on the couch scoffs amusedly, your eyes shift to him.

He’s wearing a white baseball cap and a pretty tight fitted black Versace shirt, making his shoulders and arms look broad.

His hands clad in black half-gloves, he adjusts his cap before locking eyes with you and quickly looking down again.

“channie hyung must’ve forgotten his manners, I’m jisung” the waterbottle guy speaks up “and that’s changbin hyung” he points at the most intimidating-looking of the three of them, on the couch.

“channie?” lia squeals as she sits down with chris on the couch changbin is sitting on as well, jisung coming up to you.

“hey, you want something to drink?” he asks, pointing at the mini bar feigning cockiness  “we have a mini bar”

“woow” you chuckle, playing along “sure I’d love a drink”

“how come we’ve never met on campus before?” jisung asks after mixing you a vodka soda and sitting down on the second couch in the room.

“oh, you all go to uni here as well?” you ask surprisedly as you sit down next to him..

“yea” he grins “that’s how we all met” he points at lia and chris almost sitting on top of each other “and those two”

“oh I didn’t even know that” you take a sip, trying to loosen up “I guess I wasn’t listening when she was ranting on about him”

Jisung laughs and changbin joins the two of you as he sits down next to jisung.

“they just started calling each other bubs I feel like throwing up” changbin groans as he drinks from his beer.

You huff before jisung speaks again, looking from his friend back to you “he’s usually more romantic” he quips.

“I bet” you joke with him.

“yup” changbin locks eyes with you “that’s why I’m single, I’m just too romantic” he shakes his head sarcastically.

“ooh” you squint your eyes “emotional unavailability? love that in a man” you grin, at which his eyebrow quirks up amusedly.

“speaking of man, did minho hyung text you when he’d be here?” jisung asks his friend.

“yea he said he’ll be here in 5 and that you should finally buy a new phone” changbin answers, reading it from his phone at which jisung scoffs before turning to you.

“minho is my boyfriend” he explains “he’s hot” he grins at which you laugh “I bet”

“so, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” jisung asks after taking a sip of his drink

“not anymore” you scoff, jisung inhales excitedly “guess what, changbin is single as well” he grins from ear to ear, comically looking back and forth between you two.

“oh, please dont start like lia” you chuckle, leaning forwards to lock eyes with changbin “no offense, but I only attract assholes”

He shakes his head, amusedly raising his brows “none taken” he grins at which you huff before a young woman comes into their dressing room to tell them they’re up next.

-

Back in the crowd, you and lia find a good place just as the lights dim and the music begins to play.

Suddenly you feel someone run into your side “woah I’m sorry” he quickly apologizes “this guy pushed me” he looks behind him.

“its alright” you nod, loud enough for him to hear.

Once they come outside, the crowd goes wild.

“jisungieee” the guy next to you all over sudden screams, you have to smile when looking at him.

“are you minho by any chance?” you ask him.

He nods aggressively “yea! do you know jisung?”

“I just met him backstage” you yell over the loud bass.

Minho laughs and nods before the bass drops and chris starts the first verse.

“he’s great right?” lia screams into your ear when the first chorus ends.

“yea” you nod, actually surprised at how good their music is, now understanding as to why the crowd loves them so much.

Changbin starts his verse and suddenly you feel somewhat entranced, his voice is rough and his bars are hard, definitely fitting his appearance but what entices you is the passion with which he appears to be performing.

Throughout their whole performance you cant take your eyes off him, the way his arms flex when he grips onto the microphone a little harder or the way his jugular sticks out when he growls into the microphone.

Not to mention the thighs you somehow didn’t notice in their dressing room, you watch them strain against his leather pants and feel even hotter suddenly.

Their last song ends and lia is quick to be in your ear about going backstage to chris again.

“oh you know chan hyung?” minho overhears and chimes in.

“yea she’s his date” you point at your overly excited roommate.

“changbin just texted and said they’re upstairs in the vip lounge, come with me” the brunette holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and grab lia with the other one.

“do you know where you’re going?” you ask minho after a minute of pressing yourself along sweaty dancing bodies.

“yea! they’re here a lot” he yells back “its right over there” he points to a flight of stairs where yet another bouncer is standing in front of.

“hey minho” the bouncer greats him with a fist bump “these girls are with you?” he points at lia and you.

“yea” he nods.

“trying something new, I see” he laughs atw hich you frown.

“oh, nono” minho chuckles uncomfortably “I’m still with jisung”

“ah-alright well, have fun” the bouncer moves after looking you all up and down, letting you walk up the stairs.

“wow, you’re famous” lia giggles at which minho huffs and shakes his head amusedly “yea, for being the only non-straight person they know”

“baby” you see jisung jump up from his seat in the spacious lounge as soon as you enter.

“hii” minho holds out his arms for him to run into, you cant stop yourself from smiling when you see jisung jump into his boyfriends arms.

“lia, y/n come over here” chris waves at the two of you.

“you were so good, baby” you hear minho praise jisung behind you as you walk over to the large round sitting booth where chan and changbin are sitting.

Lia slides into the booth and cuddles into chans side “you were awesome” she squeals as you sit down on the other end and grab a fresh glass from the middle of the round table, holding it next to changbins where he’s pouring cherry vodka into.

“can i get some?” you ask, he glances at you and smirks before silently filling your glass with a  double shots worth of the slightly rosy liquid.

“so, how did you like it?” he asks as he leans back, taking a swing of his drink.

“you guys were really good” you nod “to be honest I didn’t expect such high quality music”

He laughs, leaning his head back a little, his adams apple bopping with it.

You cant help but notice the sheer sheen of sweat that expands over his thick neck, obviously coming from their escapades on stage just now.

“what did you expect? a bunch of drunks playing wonderwall on the guitar for more drunks?” he grins, straight white teeth on display.

“hey, don’t come for wonderwall” you raise your hand jokingly at which he laughs.

“I wouldn’t dare” he raises his hands comically.

“hey” you whip your head around to see jisung and minho “scoot, please” jisung speaks again.

“oh-yea” you grab your drink and scoot further into the half circle-shaped booth.

“so what do you study?” changbin asks, his voice catches you off guard because you hadn’t calculated how close you’re sitting to him.

You turn to him to realise you’re close enough to smell his perfume and aftershave.

“uh- I- art” you answer shakily before taking a sip of your drink just to pull a face afterwards.

“jesus christ” you cough a little and hold your chest as changbin laughs.

“its stronger than you’d think” he grins “can you handle it?” he teases when your eyes get a little watery.

You stare at him for a second before playfully rolling your eyes “im good” 

His eyes trace over your face as you look around before he breaks the silence ”i can get you something else if you want” he offers.

“oh-uh no, I’m just being dramatic its fine” you chuckle.

“so...what do you study?” you change the topic.

“I’m majoring in music” he says, stretching out his arms over the backrest “all three of us are”

“oh, so you like, produce all your own stuff?” you ask, your eyes jumping to where his forearm touches your shoulder, that’s leaning against the backrest.

“yea, channie hyung composes the most, me and ji write a lot” he explains,

“thats really cool” you nod, looking over to the mentioned guy.

Changbin follows your eyes and huffs when the both of you see him and your roommate sucking face again.

After a few seconds they stop and giggle before standing up to go somewhere.

“where are they going?” you huff.

“I guess they want some alone time” he chuckles, lifting the arm close to you to take off the cap he’s still wearing.

You flinch when his forearm brushes your shoulder.

“are you scared of me?” he asks slowly, stopping his movements, cap still in hand.

“no- no” you shake your head, chuckling “I- its just been a while since I’ve gone out and I don’t know” you shrug “I feel a little lost”

“hm” changbin cocks his brow at your words, running one hand through his dark brown locks.

You divert your eyes from his bulging bicep back to his face quickly when he speaks again.

“any reason why?” he leans back again.

“oh, just a shitty ex and a shitty breakup” you shrug “I’m gonna spare you the details”

“aw, no please, tell me he had a small dick and everything, now im invested” he jokes.

You tsk at him and push his arm playfully, feigning annoyance.

“that still doesn’t answer my question as to why you jumped like that when my arm touched you” changbin raises his brows expectantly.

You open your mouth to speak but-

“we’ll go get some more to drink” minho interrupts you at which changbin nods.

“so?” he asks again, once minho and jisung leave.

“did that ex hit you? give me his address I’ll beat him up for you” changbin deadpans.

“no” you shake your head after taking another sip “he didn’t” you huff incredulously.

“its just- you look kinda scary” you blurt out finally.

His eyes widen before he falls into a boyish laughter, which you cant help but join.

“me?” he points at himself before laughing again, the image you had made up in your mind about him cracking.

“yea!” you raise your brows “when you look like this” you furrow your brows and lightly squint your eyes to mimic his resting bitch face.

“what the-” he splutters laughingly.

“stoop, don’t laugh” you hold onto his forearm, still giggling yourself.

He calms himself, subconsciously scooting closer to you in the now empty booth.

“maybe scary wasn’t the right word” you snicker, looking down.

“I think the word you were looking for was: sexy, hot or mysterious, maybe handsome-” he quips, grinning to himself when you start laughing again.

“no, no, I know what I meant” you joke back, just now noticing how close he is, his knee touching yours as his whole torso is turned to you.

“so none of my suggestions are accurate?” he cheekily raises one brow at which you scoff playfully.

“maybe one or two” you see his eyes jump to your lips.

The air suddenly feels thick around you with tension, changbins tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip while his eyes are still locked on yours.

You breathe in before the two of you lock eyes again "so…are you gonna kiss me, or just stare?"

He raises his brows at your sudden boost of confidence, grinning amusedly.

"what happened to me being scary?" he counters before urging you to swing one leg over his thighs with gentle hands.

You take a seat on his lap, straddling his thick thighs before looping your arms around his neck "i dont know, i think i'm into it" you quip.

His hands wander up your waist "well then i wont make you wait any longer" he grins, looking at your lips one last time before closing the gap inbetween you two.

You meet him in the middle, changbins grip on your waist tightens when his plush lips land on yours.

He pulls you closer to him, pushing his tongue past the seam of your lips.

You can taste the cherry vodka on his tongue but it riles you up even more, sucking at the wet muscle before his hands wander over the swell of your ass and each grab a handful of the flesh; your short skirt riding up when you subconsciously grind against his lap.

“be careful” he mumbles against your lips, gently tugging down the piece of fabric so you don’t expose yourself to bywalkers.

“where’s the fun in that?” you cock your head to the side teasingly.

Changbin scoffs and leans in again but you get interrupted by jisung.

“hey, we-oh” you whip your head around.

Jisungs frown turns into a grin “uh” he chuckles “we dont mean to interrupt but chan hyung texted minho and they’re going to your place” he points at you.

“ugh, seriously?” you mutter.

“I’m sleeping at minhos so, hyung you’ll have our place to yourself” he winks at changbin.

“so, we’re out too, have fun you guys” minho waves teasingly as jisung drags him away.

For a second you stare after them, until a gentle squeeze at your waist makes you turn around again.

“you could come over to my place if you don’t want to go to yours right now” he offers, eyes flickering to your lips when you bite at your lower one.

-

This is usually like not you, letting some guy you barely know take you home.

But here you are the next morning, looking up at the ceiling, changbins room flooded with daylight.

You sit up and look at the still unconscious changbin next to you. His blanket had fallen down and exposes his toned torso, barely covering his private parts.

A tingle forms in your lower abdomen when you think of what happened here a few hours ago.

But you pull yourself together and start looking around for your clothes.

You spot your bra on his desk and your skirt and shoes on the floor, gently shimmying out from underneath the blanket; you grab your skirt and slide it on without your panties, not being able to find them anywhere.

Right as you clasp your bra behind your back, changbins morning voice makes you flinch “you would’ve just snuck out?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as you look back at him.

“what? did you take me for a breakfast lover?” you quip as you slide into your shoes, looking around for your shirt.

“damn, that’s cold” he chuckles lowly, sitting up and watching you stride around his room.

“where did you put my shirt?” you ask, bending down to look under his desk.

“maybe you should worry about your panties first” he snickers, eyes glued to your core when you look back at him.

You kiss your teeth and straighten up quickly, having forgotten about your lack of underwear.

“not that that wasn’t a great view just now-“

“you’re not helping” you interrupt him, eyes lighting up when you spot your shirt in the hallway.

“why so serious all over sudden?” he grins “last night you were everything but tense”

You scoff as you pull your shirt over your head and stuff it into your skirt before grabbing your purse and phone.

“I have an exam in 2 days and I haven’t studied yet” you exhale.

“I could drive you home-“ he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“I’ll call a cab, uhm- thanks for last night” you hurriedly smile before walking out.

“bye” changbin calls after you, frowning and dropping back down onto his bed when he hears the door shut behind you “have a nice day I guess” he mumbles to himself.

 October

You cling your jacket closer to your body as you walk through the howling wind the seasonal change had brought with it.

When you arrive at lias faculty building you take out your phone to see if she texted you about when her lecture would be over.

lia : hey babe, chris took me to his place -received at 4:17 pm

You roll your eyes, typical you think.

you : are you serious? you begged me to walk home with you -sent at 4:25 pm

You see her the little blue bubble pop up, indicating that she’s writing a message.

lia : im sorry!! please don’t be mad, he surprised me :((( -received at 4:25 pm

You scoff and turn off your phone before slipping it in your coats pocket alongside your hands. Typical, you think, ever since that night at the club the two of them have become inseparable and lia cancelling on you had become a regular thing. You are happy for her but you also miss your friend.

“y/n?” a familiar voice calls after you right as you start to walk away, you freeze and turn around.

“yea?- oh” you swallow harshly when you see changbin walk your way.

“hey” he smiles brightly and you have to bite back a grin at the cute beanie he’s sporting alongside his slightly red nose due to the cold weather.

“hi” you smile timidly.

“you never texted” he tilts his head at which you nod.

“yea, sorry I actually never got your number” you look at the ground “uh- what are you doing here?”

“oh um im on my way to the studio” he points at a nearby building “that’s the music faculty”

“ah okay, well” you lock eyes “have fun then” you turn around again, ready to walk away.

“hey” he catches up with you “you wanna join me? check out some of our new stuff?” he burries his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know, changbin I really don’t want to date right now-“ you start at which he chuckles.

“I didn’t ask you to marry me” he stops in his tracks, grinning when you do as well, locking eyes “come on, I just need an unbiased opinion on some new tracks” he tilts his head.

You inhale before looking around you “I could drive you home after? So you don’t have to walk through this weather?” he offers, raising his brows at which you purse your lips.

“alright” you give in, changbin smiles and extends his elbow for you to hold.

You simper and coyly hook your hand around his arm as the two of you start walking.

-

“this is awesome!” you point to his laptop a minute after he played the first song for you.

Changbin grins bashfully and leans back into his desk chair “you think?”

“yea, the hook is super catchy” you bob your head as his eyes fix on your profile “you’re really talented, changbin” you catch him blushing before putting on another song.

After a few other songs, he takes off his headphones when you take off yours.

“can I ask you something?” he asks, you glance at him.

“you just did” you quip at which he huffs, “sure” you nod.

“how much of that night do you remember?” he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.

“why?” you ask back.

“well, you seemed really upset the next morning so I got kind of scared that you didn’t actually want it and I kind of took advantage of you” he recalls the night the two of you spent together.

“oh, no. you didn’t take advantage of me, I wasn’t even  drunk and I would’ve told you if I had changed my mind or something. That was just the first time I ever spent the night at a guys house for a one night stand” you absently pick off some fuzzies from your jeans.

“plus I had just come out of a relationship so I was a little too emotional anyways” you chuckle.

“alright” changbin nods “just wanted to make sure” he smiles down at his hands “cause I remember all of it”

You whip your head, scoffing when you see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“hm” you feign ignorance as you lean back “I don’t know, there wasn’t a lot to remember” you grin mischievously.

He laughs out loud, leaning forwards “no?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips comically “nah”

“cause I remember you shaking and screaming” he grins.

You shrug your shoulders “weird, must’ve faked it” you deadpan, fiddling with the headphones you’re still holding.

Changbins tongue prods on the inside of his cheek, huffing when he catches you grinning.

“right” he grins slumping into his seat a little further.

A thought flashes in your head when your gaze drops to his crotch and thick thighs, you swallow some spit in frustration as you feel your core getting hotter.

He was right, the night was amazing, maybe that was even part of the reason you stormed out the way you did.

You clench your thighs for some relief, anything really.

“want me to refresh your memory?” your eyes jump up to meet his, you open your mouth but nothing comes out; do you want him to?

Yes. Yes you do.

So, you get up and straddle him on his chair: his hands instantly gripping at your hips, pulling you closer.

“someones eager” he grins, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“shut up” you whisper before crashing your lips onto his.

Changbin groans when you tug at his hair, inviting you to slip your tongue in between his lips and grind your hips over his crotch.

He hisses before propping himself up on one armrest and holding your lower back with the other as he stands up; you squeal but he holds you before sitting you back down on the desk, next to his laptop.

“now who’s eager” you grin when his hands find the waistband of your leggings and tug them down with your panties in one.

He huffs as he bunches your leggings and panties around your ankles before slipping underneath the fabric barrier and inbetween your legs.

“by the looks of it..” he runs a finger through your wet folds “still you” he quips before pushing one finger in without warning.

You moan, you head dropping back onto the hard wooden surface.

“look at me” changbin orders as a second finger prods at your entrance, you whimper but prop yourself up on your elbows.

He curls the two fingers and pumps them almost violently, the palm of his hand smacking your clit with every pump.

“oh god-“ you yelp, your eyes scrunching together as your hips buck up.

“its changbin but god is fine too” he quips as he lowers his head, you curse at him, even though you have to laugh a little.

“you’re so annoy-ah!” you cry out because suddenly his tongue is lapping over your swollen clit, sucking on it forcefully when you claw one hand into his already messed up dark locks.

“fuck-bin- gonna cum” your hips stutter and you feel the pleasure that’s blooming in your tummy is getting ready to snap.

“mmh” he humms against you “cum then, baby” he moans, knowing full well what the added vibrations are doing to your body when your chest arches and your mouth drops open.

Your cries fill the studio as you clamp down on his fingers; he rides your through your high, holding down your hips with his unoccupied hand because you squirm with the euphoria that’s filling your veins.

“good girl” he mumbles, removing his fingers from you before bringing them up to your lips “now, suck them clean for me, yea?” he grins, lips and chin shiny with your cum.

-

“finally” you huff when arriving at 3rachas lounge in a club out of town; where they had just performed “this club is huge” you breathe, jisung scooting and changbin letting you squeeze past him to take a seat in between them as they chuckle.

Lia and chan already lost in their own world again as she drags him to the dancefloor, squealing when chan teasingly squeezes her sides as they disappear into the crowd.

“they are made for each other” minho sighs, sitting down and giving jisung the second beer from his hands.

“I know right” you lean back, breathing in.

“you’re still out of breath?” changbin laughs at you at which you hit his arm.

“stop it, oh my god” you feign annoyance “you know how exhausting it is to dodge beer bottles and not loose lia? she’s like a Chihuahua, I swear, you loose her once and its over” you chuckle, jisung and minho laughing too.

“you just don’t have any endurance, woman” changbin grins teasingly.

“that’s so not true” you laugh incredulously “what about two nights ago-“

“AH-“ jisung interrupts you, placing his hands over his ears “please spare us your sex stories, I hear enough of that when you’re over, babe”

You huff and changbins cheeks turn red.

“you guys are fucking?” minho asks, eyebrows raised as he takes a swing of his beer.

“good job keeping up, baby” jisung pats his boyfriends thigh teasingly at which he tsks at him.

“are you together or what?” minho props his elbow on the table to support his chin with his hand as he looks at the two of you expectantly.

“no, we’re not” you chuckle somewhat uncomfortably before looking over at changbin who just grins awkwardly.

“just here to be a good friend and keep the groupies away” you joke “right?” you nudge changbin with your elbow at which he nods swiftly, looking down again.

“yea, baby don’t be so old fashioned” jisung teases his boyfriend who just rolls his eyes playfully.

“speaking of groupies” minho mutters, spotting a group of girls just before they approach the lounge.

“hey jisungie, you wanna dance?” a pretty blonde girl bats her eyelashes as she leans down a bit to expose more of her cleavage, making jisung grin.

“baby, you’re gorgeous but I’m very gay” he nods apologetically, “Oh” she straightens up “really? You sure?”

You and changbin have to bite back a laugh when jisung nods again “very sure, thanks though, for coming”

She shrugs and looks at changbin “what about you? Wanna dance?”

“uh-“ changbin starts but you cut him off “he’s with me actually” you tilt your head.

“for real?” she stems her hands into her hips as she looks back at her posse, scoffing.

“yea” changbin loops his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him “that’s my girl, so a little respect, please”

“aww” you coo dramatically as you play along, putting your hand on his jaw to turn his head towards you before you lock lips.

“whatever” you faintly hear the girls voice get quieter when changbin slips his tongue in between your lips.

“they’re gone” you hear minho but changbin pulls your legs to dangle over one of his thighs as he grips your waist.

“guys” jisungs voice only registers in the back of your head when changbin sucks at your bottom lip and you run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“can I get you some more beers?” the waitresses voice pulls the both of you out of your trance as you break the kiss abruptly.

Jisung laughs, shaking his head at the both of you before turning to the waitress “we’ll take a round of shots I think”

  November

 “fuck-harder” you gasp “..mhh binnie-shit” you moan while changbin pounds into you from behind, gripping your hip tighter with one of his hands; the other one migrating up your back to gather the legth of your hair, twisting them before he pulls at their root.

You groan when you feel your hair getting pulled back, neck stretching as he picks up his pace.

“like this? fuck you love this don’t you?” he breaths ragged, but you can hear the dirty smirk that lingers on his lips every time you have rough sex..

You moan out loudly when he releases your hair and pushes your torso down onto the mattress, your hand pulling at the sheets , needing something to grip and release the pleasure.

“fuck- answer me, slut” he grunts and delivers a harsh slap to your ass.

You cry out “yes-yes-fuck-love it” you desperately gasp as he leans down to you, earning a low chuckle which sends shivers down your back.

His lips latch onto your shoulder blade and start sucking on the skin until a purple mark blooms under his lips.

“fuck” you let out a strangled yell when the hand on your hip makes its way to your front and he started circling your clit with his fingers, the pace and firmness matching his thrusts.

You cry out for him as you clench furiously around his cock “that’s a good girl” he whispers, only letting go of your clit when you flinch in overstimulation.

“cum for me- fuck baby, cum for me and let the others know who’s fucking you this good” he rasps in your ear. Not 5 seconds later, your orgasm ripples through you and you would’ve collapsed completely if he wasn’t holding you up.

You’re still panting when both of his hands go back on your hips and push them down, laying you flat on the mattress before he picks up his pace again with his last left strength to reach his own high.

“shit- y/n“ he grunts when you tighten around him again and you feel him filling the condom with some drawn out groans and a sharp hiss.

After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing filling the room, he pulls out and falls next to you on his bed.

You wince at the soreness that’s already presenting itself when you turn around on your back, looking over to him; you watch as he ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trash next to his desk.

“kobe!” he exclaims gleefully at his perfect throw before looking back at you to see if you saw.

“jesus christ why am I sleeping with you” you hold your hands over your face, hating the fact that it made you laugh.

He gasps, feigning to be offended “that’s not how you speak to the guy that just made you cum three times”

“you are so full of yourself, seo changbin” you shake your head amusedly as you sit up.

“wait, I’ll clean you up” changbin is quick to rise from his comfortable position to grab some tissues from his nightstand.

“come here” he mumbles, gently urging you to lie back down before carefully wiping your own cum off your inner thighs and mound.

You watch him as he gently moves to wipe the tissue over your puffy folds, your hips jumping a little when he accidentally passes your clit.

“sorry” he grins, pressing a kiss to your angled knee; at which you feel your heart lurch forward a bit.

Woah, wait.

You’ve been seeing changbin just for sex for almost two months now, you’ve even gone with him other performances and after parties to keep groupies away and be his arm candy and never has your heart done this.

Mayday. Abort mission.

“should be good for now” changbin shrugs, shooting you a sweet smile before turning away from you to also get rid of the tissues.

You use the opportunity to shuffle to the side of his bed and slip on your panties before grabbing your bra.

“hey, you wanna leave already?” changbin asks “I thought we could hang” he tucks his hand under his head as you look back at him, clipping your bra closed “watch a movie or something”

“sorry, I promised lia I’d help her clean the apartment today” you lie, surprisingly quick, before pulling your hoodie over your head.

“so you’re just gonna fuck me and leave again?” he jokes dramatically “I don’t even get cuddles?”

“shut up” you chuckle.

“am I nothing more to you than a pretty piece of meat?” he continues as you slip into your jeans, rolling your eyes playfully.

“a toy you use when you need stress relief??” he holds his chest dramatically.

You step into your shoes and raise your brows at him.

“are you complaining?” you ask playfully.

“nahh” he pulls his covers over his abs as he watches you grab your jacket from his desk chair.

"At least give me a 'gopdbye, thanks for the bomb dick, kiss" He grins when you scoff at him. So, you lean over him and press a quick peck to his lips; he whines playfully when you lean back up again, sitting up and catching your lips with his roughly once more.

“alright, see ya” you shrug."

And shit, your heart does it again. What are you doing?

You break the kiss and ruffle through his hair.

“ugh” he huffs annoyedly, fixing his hair “I hope you have trouble walking” he quips as you go for the door.

“I’ll text you if I don’t” you wink at him before closing his door, leaning against it from the outside and closing your eyes.

“fuck” you whisper to yourself before making your way through the guys apartment.

“don’t break his heart, y/n” minhos voie comes from behind as you twist the doorknob.

“huh?” you trun around to look at him, he’s wearing a shirt that you know to be jisungs so he must be staying over.

“I’ve known changbin for a while, he seems tough but he’s a softie deep down” he crosses his arms over his chest “he hurts easier than you think”

“we- we’re both not in this for anything serious” you stammer “what do you mean?”

“I see the way he looks at you, y/n” minho smiles softly “I’m not telling you how to live your life, just, be honest with him… and yourself for that matter” he quirks one brow up, smiling before disappearing around the corner.

 -

 You squint your eyes as you’re trying to make out the label of the cereal boxes in the upper shelves, looking back at your phone you check to see what brand lia had texted you about so you don’t accidentally buy the wrong thing.

“fuck” you mumble when you see her desired cereal at the top of the shelf, so you reach up but to no avail.

“y/n?” you lower your heels to the floor again before turning around to see��

“hyunjin?” you face drops in awe.

“hey!” the tall young man smiles widely, opening his arms and inviting you to a hug.

“wow, hi” you hug him back.

Damn, what happened to him? The last time you saw him was before he moved away in 10th grade.

You used to be good friends with him, or, well, the freakishly skinny and lanky highschool version of him you met in dance class.

By the feel of it, even through the trenchcoat he’s wearing, you can tell he’s bulked up quite a bit.

After letting go of him, you cant help but stare.

His acne had cleared up and his brown hair is chin length with the top parts pulled back into a little pony tail, leaving some face framing strands in the front.

“wow- you look-“ you blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming “…really good, hyunjin”

He smiles on the ground, his pretty plump lips parting to reveal beautiful pearly whites which used to be covered by braces.

“so do you” he grins.

“no- I mean you look… good-good” you splutter, laughing awkwardly “like what are you a model now or something?”

“actually, yea- part time” he chuckles.

“oh” you huff  “wow of course” you shake your head laughingly, blushing furiously when he doesn’t break eye contact.

“so- uhm” you gulp, making him grin even wider “what are you doing here?”

“I’m transferring here” he nods “better dance programme” he explains shortly.

“oh you still dance” you observe out loud “I haven’t danced in a while” you look down.

“you should come by after practice sometime” he offers “to catch up- or dance if you want” he giggles, a little dimple appearing on his left cheek.

“yea, I’d love that” you smile, nodding before he takes out his phone.

“put in your number, I’ll text you” he smiles softly when holding it out to you.

“mhm” you agree, saving your number in his phone and trying not to think about him staring at you the whole time.

“alright well” he checks his phone for the time, you guess “I gotta get going, only came here for this” he chuckles, holding up a carton of milk that you, weirdly enough, haven’t noticed until now.

“alright” you nod before he moves in for a hug again.

“bye” he smiles when loosening his arms again.

“bye” you mumble, staring at the back of his perfect head as he walks away.

You were about to pull out your phone and rant to lia about what just happened, when he stops in his tracks and turns around.

“almost forgot” he grins, reaching up and getting your cereal from the top shelf; winking when he places it in your hands, your body freezing.

“bye” he grins, walking away before you could thank him.

-

 You had taken hyunjin up on his offer and met him in the dance studio after class where he showed you some of his contemporary pieces before you made your way to the popular coffee shop on campus together.

“-no seriously the second piece was my favourite I think, but they were all amazing!” you smile up at him at which he shakes his head cutely.

“can you stop complimenting me, y/n I’m getting all nervous” he laughs softly.

“oh please” you quip “with your talent and looks I would think nothing could make you nervous” you roll your eyes playfully.

Hyunjin huffs, opening the coffee shops door for you “you can” he says softly as you walk past him, you turn around to him to see him blush a litte but diverting his eyes to the big menu above the counter.

Did he just flirt with you? No, you must be tripping.

You look around to see only two other people sitting in one of the booths together, the cold must keep most people home, you think before hyunjin gently pulls at your sleeve to get your attention.

“what do you want?” he asks, the barista looking at you expectantly.

“uhm- a hot chocolate please” you say, reaching in your purse to get your wallet.

“I’ll take the same” hyunjin smiles politely, giving the barista money.

“on me” he smiles down at you.

“oh, thank you” you smile sheepishly, letting go of your purse again.

Once your hot chocolates are ready, you sit down in one of the booths, hyunjin sliding in to sit across from you.

“I was back home last week before I came here, you’ll never guess who I met” hyunjin grins.

“who?” you ask curiously.

“tim” he grins.

“tim?” your eyes almost pop out of your head “as in my first boyfriend tim?” you laugh, holding your hand to your face incredulously.

“but he moved away as well?” you half ask.

“yea he said he was visiting his grandparents, but guess the best part” hyunjin bites his lip

“what?” you chuckle.

“he got a nose job” hyunjin bites back a laugh when you gasp surprisedly “really?”

“one word” hyunjin says “botched…”

“aw no, poor tim” you frown, looking down at your hot drink as memories from back in the day come back to you.

“he always used to put his hand up my shirt when hugging” you frown, making hyunjin laugh.

“it was 9th grade y/n what did you expect?” you scoff at his rethorical question.

“I don’t know, some basic manners maybe?” you counter playfully…slowly letting the conversation die down as you both take sips from your cocoa.

“how come we never dated?” he asks softly after aminute of silence, looking up at you.

“we were friends?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“come on” hyunjin sits back in his booth “you must’ve known I had the biggest crush on you”

“you did?” you almost launch forwards in your seat, making hyunjin laugh.

“well, I guess you didn’t know then” he giggles, hiding his face in his hands embarrassedly.

“anyways, I would’ve paid good money to be able to slip my hand up your shirt” he jokes, cheeks reddening when you laugh.

“I honestly liked you a lot back then” you say “if you would’ve said something we might’ve actually gone out” you shrug gently.

“damn, way to rub that in my face” hyunjin grins.

You hold his eye contact for a few seconds before you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks again, quickly lifting up your mug to take a sip and partly cover your face.

When you put your mug back down, hyunjin grins widely, mumbling a “cute” before slowly bringing his hand to your chin and gently swiping his thumb over your top lip where a foam mustache had formed.

You gulp when he swiftly sucks the foam off his thumb, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

When he notices, he leans over, slowly as if scared to overwhelm you.

That’s when minhos words pop up in the back of your head.

“be honest with him, and yourself for that matter”

But you aren’t together, and hyunjin is great and you want to kiss him but you know it would be wrong.

However, before you know it his lips are on yours and you’re not doing anything to stop him.

They are soft and inviting and you let him swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips, but then the little doorbell rings and you hear lias voice, followed by a male one before they abruptly stop, making you pull away abruptly.

Oh.

There they are, lia, chan, jisung and changbin; looking at you.

“y/n” lia grins widely, approaching your table “aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she squeals, hyunjin clears his throat and sits back down.

The three guys hesitantly follow lia when-

“woah- hyunjin?” chan speaks up.

“chan-hyung?” hyunjin gets up from his place to receive a hug from the older one as your eyes divert to changbin who is looking at the ground.

You aren’t together. Then why do you feel so guilty and why does he look so disappointed.

“he’s cute, girl” jisung grinningly interrupts your daydreaming, nodding towards chan and hyunjin who are still talking.

You force out a smile.

“how do you two know each other?” lia asks curiously.

“he went to my highschool, the last few years” chan grins.

“what a coincidence” you mumble, almost ironically.

“I went to highschool with y/n too, the first couple years though, then I moved away” hyunjin explains “oh, im sorry, I’m hyunjin by the way” he turns to jisung and changbin.

“I’m jisung, this is changbin” jisung smiles, pointing at his grumpy friend.

“I’m lia” lia grins “his girlfriend and her best friend” she points at chan before snuggling up to you, giggling.

Jesus, woman where do you get the energy? Is what you want to ask but you just flash another forced smile, hoping this moment will pass quickly.

“where were you guys?” you change the topic, hoping changbin would maybe look at you if you spoke up.

“oh, I caught them all huddled up in the studio” lia grins “they probably haven’t been outside in a week again” she giggles.

“true” jisung quips.

“hey lets all sit down” hyunjin suggests.

“I’ll get a coffee” changbin mumbles, walking back to the counter.

You usher lia to make way for you to get out of the booth, following him.

“bin” you stand next to him as he looks up at the menu but he ignores you.

“you could at least acknowledge my presence, your highness” you quip annoyedly.

“what do you want me to say, y/n?” he mutters.

“I didn’t know this would happen with him or I would’ve told you” you say, looking back at the other four talking and laughing in the booth.

“we’re not together y/n, you’ve made that very clear; if you wanna kiss lord farquaad go ahead, I’m not stopping you” he looks over to the booth as well.

“jesus christ” you huff “why are you so defensive then?”

“hi” changbin greets the barista who just came from the back “I’ll have an iced coffee to go, please” he orders.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you y/n, maybe I’m having a bad day” he answers when the barista makes his way to the coffee machines, you feel a lump from in your throat.

“yea, well thanks for making mine bad as well” you turn on your heels to join the others, hyunjin sees you coming back and scooches to make some space for you next to him.

You smile and thank him quietly when he also gives you your mug.

“everything alright?” he asks quietly, as to not disturb the others conversation.

“yea, just had to ask him some stuff” you smile at which he smiles back, turning back to the others.

After a minute changbin approaches the booth with his iced coffee “hey, I’ll run back to the studio I gotta finish that track”

“ugh, changbin I just dragged you out of there, stay for a second” lia protests and jisung nods along.

“nah, gotta get it done tonight” he shakes his head.

“alight see you later” chan nods.

“nice to meet you, man” hyunjin says, nodding at him as well.

“yea” changbin answers tight-lipped before walking out.

 December

”I’m sorry, hyunjin” you frown “I’m just not ready for a relationship after what happened with my ex-“

“its alright y/n” his large hand encases yours “you don’t have to explain yourself to me”

You sigh in relief “I’m sorry I tried to rush things, it just, seemed to good to be true to find you here and everything” he says.

“but I’ll wait for you, if that’s what you want” he looks up at you.

“oh, jinnie you shouldn’t have to do that” you shake your head “I’m sure there are great girls out there who are emotionally ready to be with you”

“yea, but you’re the girl I want to be with” he says softly and your heart shatters into pieces because you’re not sure he’s the guy you want to be with.

-

You fight yourself through the crowd at 3rachas last performance of the year, at the same venue where you met them for the first time. Just like the time before, chan makes sure lia, hyunjin, minho and you are able to come backstage.

“I’m excited to see you perform, man” hyunjin grins at chan, patting his shoulder “your stuff was already dope back then…” they continue speaking as you enter their dressing room.

Jisung greets his boyfriend as you and lia sit down on the leather couch.

Changbin is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair before his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, but he just diverts them to chan who’s grabbing a beer for hyunjin and himself, you guess.

“did you have to invite him?” changbin semi-whispers to the older one, nodding at hyunjin, chan just frowns confusedly,making changbin shake his head and walk out.

You look at hyunjin who is talking to minho and jisung, and doesn’t seem to have heard changbin. So, you get up to follow him out but lia holds your wrist “y/n you cant keep running after him” she hisses.

“he cant keep treating me like im invisible, I just want to clear the air” you free your arm and walk out to see changbin almost at the end of the corridor, walking out of a heavy door which, you think leads outside.

After reaching the door you open it to find him outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking down at his phone.

The cold air hits your skin and you shiver, only wearing a top and some jeans since its warm in the club.

Changbin notices you and looks up “what do you want, y/n?” he asks.

“that was real classy back there” you comment, holding your arms to your body to preserve some warmth. Changbin huffs, unfazed as he looks back at his phone “whatever, y/n”

“no, not whatever bin” you step closer to him “he asked me to date him” his head shoots up and you lock eyes, for a second they are soft in the way they look into yours but something changes and they turn mean when he speaks again.

“so? that’s a you proplem” he shrugs.

“its not a problem at all, he’s sweet and loving and cares about me but for some reason im standing here, hoping that you’ll give me a reason to not be with him” you feel your throat closing up with anger mixed with confusion when he starts chuckling.

“you’re not serious are you?” he squints and your heart drops, tears pooling at your lashline.

“of course not, I couldn’t expect someone as stubborn and- and comunicationally incompetent like you to understand anything about feelings” you turn on your heels when a teardrop rolls down your cheek.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, making you turn back “I’ve wanted to be with you since that moment in the club where you kissed me infront of all these girls. It was always you who was stubborn y/n, you never wanted to spend anymore time with me other than fucking” he snaps at you, taking a breather to start another sentence but you cut him off.

“-then why didn’t you say anything?” you ask quietly and he looks down.

“because- fuck” he lets go of your wrist “I didn’t want to scare you away, you in my bed was better than no you at all. But then fucking prince charming appears out of no where and sweeps you off your feet-”

“but I don’t want prince charming I want you” you blurt out, tears now streaming down your face, making him take a step back as his eyes soften.

“then why didn’t you say anything?” a small smile tugs at his lips as he closes the distance between you, gently running his hands up your arms, feeling the goosebumps brought on by the cold.

You huff, looking down and watching one of your teardrops melting a tiny hole into the snow before looking back up “because I’m stubborn and comunicationally incompetent” you sniffle “and stupid apparently” 

A grin spreads over changbins face as his hands cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs “so, you wanna be stubborn and stupid together?” he whispers, locking eyes with you.

You press your lips together, trying to keep yourself from sobbing even more as you nod.

He chuckles softly ”you can stop crying now, baby” at which you nod beathing in shakily but smiling when he pushes some hair out of your face.

“can you kiss me now please” you sniffle whiningly, huffing in a laugh when he pulls a face.

“i dont know babe, you’re a little snotty right now-” he jokes.

“shut up” you hit him, chuckling when he pulls you even closer by your waist and gently connects his lips with yours.

A soft wind blows through your hair and you loop your arms around his neck even tighter, deepening the kiss at which he moans, holding your waist tighter to his body.

The door creaks open and “are you guys finally together?” minhos voice makes you break the kiss.

“yea” you grin when jisung comes out after his boyfriend.

“nice” he grins, nodding at you.

“yea yea nice, beautiful love whatever, hyung we’re up, lets go” jisung rambles, laughing and running back inside when changbin pretends to hit him, minho shaking his head and following him.

“you’ll watch me yea?” your boyfriend grins at you, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

“from the front row, baby”

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a/n: omg im finally done wth this took me so long yall, i started writing this sin september (which is why the fic starts in september as well lol) sorry about the winterly feelings i’m pushing onto you in the end but last week it literally snowed where i live so i was like uh?!?!?!? okay lets write some snowy shit, global warming ftw i guess....anyways i hope u liked it pls leave some feedback and/or ur favourite part ig lol i would appreciate it alot <33 (not proofred yet oopsie)

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Honestly I- I was shook too like what😭 I was all like “what kind of an unholy word are we living in and how the hell did you have an access to this unholy thing”

Another time she sent this and only wrote “u” below I was like

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i hope you aren’t the owner of this edit or i’m disowning you

In conclusion we’ve got a good Dazai-Kunikida dynamic😂 Love her so much tho

AND YES AJXNSLXN I SAW THAT- please that’s adorable😂💕 gotta adore the lovely friends who have to deal with our passionate selves😭

Ahh that’s so great🥺 But yeah, make sure you warn her beforehand, it could get really triggering🥺

Omg you MEMORISE THEM TOO? Woah😭 I think the only poem we ever memorised was our national anthem in primary school- But it at least gave you more depth for Blue Bamboo so that’s awesome hehe😌 And that sounds so hard omg😭 But I find that it’s so useful for the brain and comprehension skills too which also sounds awesome :o

And I really enjoy learning about them, yes🥺 When we do them in class, first they let us alone with the original poem, and of course we don’t understand anything because if the poem contains, let’s say, 200 words, only 20-25 of them are still in use today. In fact, there was a certain point in the history where we started to use so so many words from two other languages (not telling them explicitly because that’d probably publicly reveal a lot about mine🥲but anyone who knows a bit about this certain literature has already understood it so RIP) because the poets thought those words would serve better to express what they wanted to express, and the mixture of these 3 languages formed the literature language in the country for a long time. We’re talking about roughly from the 11th to the 19th century, by the way. But in the 20th century, a movement started and its main goal was to eliminate the influence of the foreign languages on our literature, they defended that we should be creating our works with our modern language (which I pretty much agree with).

So now, when we look at a poem from for example 17th century, we don’t understand it not only because it’s written in old language but also because it’s not even in our language. But when the teachers give us the translation, it allows me to see how they perceived the world, the human emotions, and it kind of makes me feel a beautiful connection with my country in those centuries, I guess? The awareness that it’s my culture is so attractive for me as well. When I read things from other cultures, sure I like them objectively very much, but here, subjective emotions come into play too, I suppose? It makes me feel closer to it even when I don’t understand a word in it. I always feel like emotions were purer back then. And when I have a version of it which I understand, it makes me rejoice so much. So I may say that it kind of creates the connection between us, the ‘modern’ individuals and the ‘historical’ culture/people. I really hope this all makes sense haha, this turned out so long omg I’m so sorry😖

And yes!! I’m pretty fluent in it, and I really enjoy learning it so, SO much omg it could be my favourite language to learn or talk or write in. I’m literally so passionate about everything about it (why are we like this in everything we do I swear-). And oh you studied it too?? That’s awesome!!🥰 We could try talking in it some time if you’d like👀

And aaaaahhh French literature is AWESOME you should definitely give it a try. It’s definitely among my favourites, if not the favourite. I recently read La Bête Humaine (The Beast Within? The Human Beast?? I still don’t know how it was published in English) from Émile Zola and I was shook oh god, it was so raw, so wild… and I found it really beautiful, I’m honestly slowly falling in love with the naturalism movement. I really recommend Flaubert too, he’s really a master of realism, I love him so much. Hugo, if you’re into romanticism (which I’m.. pretty much not😭) And there’s Molière, the comedy master, I’m honestly HEAD OVER HEELS in love with his witty humour; and in terms of philosophy there’s Rousseau, Descartes, Beauvoir; AND OH THE POEMS Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine AAAAAA THE LIST COULD GO ON FOR HOURS- I- I CAN’T😩😩😩

And French classical music/art movements is a WHOLE other topic that I won’t even get into, or this ask will become a novel.

Anyways🤭 Oh I see! That’s really interesting, maybe🤔 I also heard that it was so beautiful, I’m looking forward to reading it some time😌

This is long overdue and this ask has been sitting in my ask box for a while, my apologies. And please that picture, I'm sorry I can't help but burst out laughing when I see it hahaha. And to be in the face of such a genius such as Mozart, I would be shy too honestly😳

And yes omg, I appreciate her so much T^T. My friend has been busy though it seems, she's been busy with courses, I miss her😭. And yes ahh I did warn her no worries, I warn her everytime she talks about it😳 I think she gets the point by now haha

And ahh that's actually pretty cool! But that also sounds so complicated at the same time. I can't even begin to imagine having 3 languages integrated into a single type of literature. And only that little of the words can actually be understood? I- wow😳 And yeah, I can totally understand the movement and its intentions, and honestly, I agree with it too, even though I have a very limited understanding of this topic.

And that must feel really weird :0 to know that it is from your culture but to have languages that you don't understand in it. And don't worry, I get what you mean! It's like you're able to communicate with the people of the past as they bring you messages and lessons that they learnt! T^T and it's honestly kind of a treasure honestly.

From what I know the old Chinese language changed to the current one during the May Fourth Movement (Also known as the New Cultural Movement), I believe. Of course, the May Fourth Movement included more than just the change of the languages, but that might be one of its biggest accomplishments. So during that time, the modern Chinese language is already used in speaking and writing as well during that time, but it was not the language used to officially spread ideas during that time. The May Fourth Movement one about moving away from traditional ideas and intellectual thoughts, such as Confucianism. Don't take my word for it, but from what I remember that I have learnt, I think that they wanted to do so because they (the students of the time) believe that it was such ideas that lead to China's downfall after the first world war in the Paris Peace Conference in which it wasn't able to claim some of its original lands back (the land is the Shandong region, which was given to Japan instead); and before that as well in which it suffered much humiliation from the weak Qing (or in English would sometimes be written as Ch'ing) government. And so, this movement kind of promoted the use of vernacular language in writing rather than using what we call "bahuai". This made the written language much easier to understand.

Sorry, I just went on rambling and gave you a history lesson there😅 At first I was going to talk about it briefly only because of... but all well, I guess my history-loving side came out haha

And honestly, I find that so amazing:") And well yeah, I only know very little French, unfortunately... I was learning it when the pandemic hit and I couldn't have any more lessons sadly...

And please, your passion for French literature is making me want to read them too ahh. There are just so many books I want to read gshsjs. And Rousseau, of course, I know him from studying the French Revolution period before haha, along with Voltaire and Montesquieu. Well I know of them, but I'm not very familiar with their ideas though unfortunately :")

And please don't worry Req haha, your passion is very energizing and it makes me really excited to talk about such things too. I enjoy it very much <3

Oh and before we were talking about I am A Cat, I actually found it in the bookstore in Chinese, and I read the description of it briefly and it talks about a story written from the cat's pov which is quite cool!

[kooksea]

sound (m);

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader —college!au, fuckboy!jungkook, fratboy!jungkook

genre: TOO MUCH SMUT? just smut, smut, and more smut. graphic smut scenes, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, cum play, overstimulation, oral (both male and female receiving), dom!jungkook but it changes...later, public oral (someone else is receiving tho), nipple play, hell amount of spanking, they just fuck in every way that they can lol, the story literally begins with smut and ends with smut...no between, fluff too if you push too hard

summary: you're taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he's always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given.

wordcount: 13,738 (that’s how whipped i am)

“So Brian Eno invested the music for airports, and this awakened a new era for psychologists to investigate further. Can music changes the atmosphere of the place? We all know that music was used for therapy in many cases, but in this class, we’re not discussing therapy, it’s another class that you’ll be taking soon.  This…this is all about the music you don’t even think you were listening to in some places, and how they change your thoughts and again — you didn’t even know.”

Psychology was something you always wanted to study. You don’t exactly remember how you were fund over this field and when, and the only thing you know that in some way you just kind of —liked it.  A future with it seemed much brighter, and you worked your ass off to earn a good amount of scholarship from a very well-known university in the town. It was like a dream come true. 

That was a year ago.

This year, during the registration period of your third semester at the University, you saw a very interesting elective course: sound psychology. Which, you thought, would be a great opportunity for you to combine the first and second thing about life that makes you excited: psychology and—music.

So you registered the course, to listen to classes and get great grades, of course; not to try to focus (and failed everytime) on the Professor because a douchebag, cunt addicted asshole was sitting next to you, fingering some girl behind the desk, making it harder for you to hear what the Professor was saying.

University couldn’t be better, right?

“Mmh,” you hear the girl’s groans, echoing in the big class. Your cheeks get redder as soon as you hear more of them, uncomfortable with being very near to the incident. You were really, really wanted to listen to the class.

I mean, yeah, a few amounts of public sex could be an entertaining show for you to watch. But, that, wouldn’t be a problem when the class is boring, or useless. Unfortunately, you really liked the class, and you really needed a great grade to sustain your scholarship.

You don’t turn your left to face them, no, because you don’t want to have nightmares about your classmates doing oral while you were in the class, at the time the class is happening. As amazing and extremely filthy (in a good way) it sounds, (1). the girl wasn’t you, (2). you really liked the class (for the hundredth time you were pointing that out), and—the most important fact about why you couldn’t ignore a bunch of teenager playing with each other was because (3). Jeon Jungkook was giving the head.

Your history with fratboys and how needy their asses are were way longer than Jungkook’s history with girls, however, even though you didn’t know the kid — you just know that you weren’t going to feel empathy or sincerity to the any of the frat boys on any of the universities all around the world.

With you recalling some scenes from your freshman year in college, and how you lost your virginity to some fratboy who said that you were his and he was yours for months and fucking a few (or 20, actually) girls behind you was making you irritated, and surely making some bad memories going back. And because of that fucking asshole, you promised yourself two things.

One: No more fucking with the fratboys while you were in the University.

Two: You were surely going to come back again after your graduation, just to fuck around with a few of the fratboys—for fun, or to make them publicly humiliated. (Because of their dick sizes, or the lack of it.)

Fratboys were overrated —because they weren’t sex gods, they weren’t that wild, and it was a fact that they weren’t that thick nor long.

The girl (you didn’t know her name) started to sound like she was coming undone soon, and with that, you thought that she was coming really quickly because it was only been five minutes since they were being handy with each other if you recall it right. Of course, her coming sooner than Jungkook was going to flutter him in every way that it can, and probably will make him think that he’s, indeed, a sex god, but you knew the truth. He was choosing the ones who couldn’t resist, and another truth was that you could’ve made her come less than a minute.

No hard feelings, Jeon Jungkook.

That was, obviously, out of context—because you were supposed to be talking about how airplane music was changing people’s mood when they were rushing through gates and trying to find the right way to go, making them relax with some soft, classical type kinds of music. And also, as soon as the passengers go into the plane, a way more cheerful but still soft music is playing because the airways want them to be cheerful about getting through all the anxious parts of the day…

…But you couldn’t, and the only thing you were hearing was still how the girl was short of breath, murmuring sweet little sounds.

“Right there, Jungkook. Right t-there, I’m so…c-close.”

“Don’t come yet,” he commands. The prick’s voice was a lot deeper now. “You’re not allowed to come yet, baby girl.”

Fratboys.

…and how they always liked being dominant.

…and how they’re not that successful about it.

You were feeling like listening to the same old mantra, just the people were changing. I mean, really, the only spice you’re adding is that we’re in a fucking class?

A class that you must give with at least an A- because you were supposed to maintain a good academic semester if you want your scholarship to be safe and sound?

Oh, god, the class. Suddenly, without a flinch, you’ve decided to ask them —politely— to be a little silent, and that you really need to listen to this class. Courage always comes when you need it, and better use it while you still can, right?

You turn back to the incident that still happening in your left, your eyes welcoming a long lasting image in your mind: Jeon Jungkook’s long fingers going deeper and deeper while the girl is trying to open her little cunt to the man who’s sitting next to her, desperate for his touch. As if those legs could open themselves much longer. She looked like she’s doing some kind of cheerleading practice.

“Dude, can you fuck her pussy when we’re not supposed to be next to each other, in a class, if I remind you?” You not so politely ask, trying to look away from the very incident that is still, by the way, happening in flesh right next to you.

Jungkook stops with his fingers for a brief moment to turn you, a tempting smirk on his face. “Why, will you be joining with us after the class?” He tilts his head while tsked you, and he spends no more than a few seconds to go back to his duty.

“Ahhhg—like that!” The girl whines a little much loader, making you think that not just you but everyone in this class were hearing their voices.

Jungkook slows down his pace, taking one of his fingers back from where they are. A sticky texture covering his long fingers, highlighted by the sun which comes from the window right next to their seats. “You’re going to have to be quiet if you want my fingers back in you, you loud slut.”

“Yes, please, make it quiet,” you add from their right seat, using a tone that you’re sure that the both of them could hear. “Some of us still tries to listen to the actual class which is happening right in front of you.”

This time they act like they didn’t hear your comments, and that was predictable because you knew that you were being a mood breaker—all on purpose.

Her breathing fastened its pace, and you swear that you could hear how wet she is by the sound that Jungkook’s fingers, echoing in all the class. “Ugh, ugh, mmHg —yes, Jungkook, I’m there, I’m there!”

Jungkook adds his third finger pack to her pussy, hitting her g-spot tyrannously until she feels bliss taking over her body and soul. “Come, you loud whiney bitch, come on all of my fingers like the slut you are. You liked being fingering in a class with them, make them earn their prize, huh?”

Suddenly, you turned back to them to see the show, feeling extremely turned on with the idea of fingering in a class with everyone’s inside. You could swear that her cum was leaking through the chair, a golden light breaking from outside to highlight the juices. She made such a mess.

While the girl was trying to maintain her breathing to how was supposed to be, you were still watching them, your mind went another place where you could only think that it had been a really long time since you got laid. You don’t notice when the prick calls you again, catching you peaking through the show which just ended.

“Enjoyed the show?” The prick whispered as he lays down to your lost face. “Care to join us where I actually use something longer than my fingers?”

You bitterly laugh. “I bet that your dick is smaller than your fingers, don’t waste your time, fratboy.”

“You’d be surprised when you see it, beautiful,” Jungkook attempts to make a move on you, with —of course— his so-called “fratboy charms” that never in your life again would work on you. “Are we making the bet?”

“No,” you shrug your shoulders, leaving your eyes from his doe-eyes to the Professor, who was still talking about the history of adding music to specific places, and how that music affected our psychological states. “I’ve seen enough of the fratboy’s small dicks, I’m passing yours as well.”

A villain kind of smirk emerges on his tuned face.“I bet you only saw the small ones and missed mine.” He tilts his head, for maybe the third time in one minute, a signature of his.

You faked a gag to scoff with him. “Yes, I’m sure that your dick is huge and all,” you turn your face again to him, a begging look on your face. “So—can you, maybe, shut up for a while and help me listen to the class, the class that which both of us taking, I think, and would be nice for you to actually listen to it.”

His mouth goes open for a while, and his mind probably trying to digest rejection that he just got from you—while you were giving him a delightful smirk that will make him angrier than he’s already is (if possible, because fratboy couldn’t take rejection). Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, and that’s a surprise for you, he leans over his chair, acts like he’s interested with the class and gives you the prize of your contest for today.

“…So, for the assignment I mentioned at the beginning of the class, it’s time for me to talk about it little more, and maybe I can hear about a few ideas of yours and give you my ideas how to improve it. Don’t feel pressured about this assignment, it will only take the %10 of your final grade—and I will be very generous when it comes to grading since it’s the first assignment that you guys will produce.”

You’re now really thankful for Jungkook to prevent you from listening to the class.

Really. Thankful.

The Professor glances at the papers her desk before starting to explain the assignment. “…Um, so—the due date is a week later, as you can guess. The assignments will be individually done, so no groups allowed. Although you can record the work together or do brainstorms about the assignment, which I’d appreciate if you guys do speak to each other about the homework given to you on a normal basis.” She laughs a little at the end of her sentence, while the class bursts into a peal of big laughter after her words. Of course, no one was going to speak about it. “Again, I get it that you don’t do such things. Anyway, for this assignment, I want you to find a specific situation that normally doesn’t involve music in it, and I want you to add a specific genre to that—and record how that goes for you. What I mean by that is, let’s just assume that cafe’s don’t play soft music in the back, and we thought about adding a soft playlist in the background of a Starbucks, which let’s assume—in a very crowded area. What you guys would do in a situation like this would be recording it before and after the music is on, so we can feel the change. No visuals allowed, just the record. And I want a reflection paper of the work, for around 250-300 words. Easy, right?”

It was, indeed, easy and looked interesting as well. You were feeling that a few ideas were popping up in your brain. “And…for the recording, 30 seconds for each would be enough, don’t make it longer than 60 seconds though, let’s make it quick and easy. Okay?” You nod as well as some other students. “Any ideas or questions so far?”

A girl from the front seats raises a hand, and Professor allows her to speak. “So…what if we change the music genre? In an existing situation? Like…changing the genre of the Starbucks, maybe making it hard metal or hip-hop instead of classical or soft music.”

“That is allowed too—and in fact, it is a good idea. Thank you, Ms. Min, for this, and anyone else?” She raises her voice as well as her left eyebrow, looking for a hand.

Someone else raises a hand. “How can we test their reaction? Are we going to interview with them?”

“You don’t have to,” Professor explains. “Let’s take the Starbucks example. I mean, I know that they won’t allow for you to stop the music but let’s assume that they did. You’ll go there for two days, at the same rush hour, and in the first day, what you’ll be doing would be examining the talks between the employee and the costumer, writing down the possible little fights between them, and even how many of the customers actually smiled or thanked the employee for maybe like thirty minutes? And—the second day, with the music on, you’ll do the same, taking notes…and then you can compare the two. But you can always interview the people, asking them if they’re feeling something about the music. You’d be surprised when the %80 of them says that they didn’t hear the music at all if it’s soft or classical. Because it goes deeper than you thought.”

You raise a hand. “Can I share my idea?”

Professor approves, a tempting smile on her face. “Please.”

“Umh, so…I was thinking,” you start to talk, rubbing your neck out of shyness. “My mom is a birth giver in a private hospital near, so I was thinking if I can do something with newborn babies or the act of giving birth. Adding soft music in the newborn unites or in the surgery room where the giving birth takes place. Maybe I can examine how they react to the soft voice, like how many newborn babies stop crying or how giving birth becomes, even a tiny bit, easy for the mother?”

“I think taking permission to play music in the surgery room is much harder than the first one, and the second is much harder for you to examine to results since you can’t be in the surgery room with the mothers—but playing soft music for newborn babies sounds cool, and smart too.” She purses his lips with a startling look on her face before turning her looks to the class, looking for another hand.

This time the hand that goes up leaves you with a frozen frame.

“Yes, Jungkook?”

He was definitely going to criticize your idea.

“I mean, before saying anything about my idea,” he cleared his throat before switching to a much more deeper voice tone of his. “About the last idea, from my friend, was very smart—though most of us don’t have opportunities that come from our parents.”

See?

He was playing with you.

He was trying to make you uncomfortable.

But, he wasn’t going to win over, again.

“Aren’t you the son of a CEO or something, Jeon?” You chastised, pursing your lips while the class fulls with the voices of approval and some ouch, she goaled in’s over and over again. “I am sure you can record your dad bickering to his employees with and without soft music too. Though if he’s like you, I don’t think that would make a huge difference for you to examine. Once a jerk, always a jerk—sorry, Mrs. Kim, for the language but I had to do it.”

His veins were throbbing in his neck second by second, with the anger that takes over his state. Lucky of you, the Professor takes over the fight before Jeon get to say something, probably something very offensive to you. “Maybe you can stop whatever this fight you’re making in my class, and just allow others to actually share their ideas,” she hollered. “Are you going to say something about your idea or not, Jungkook?”

“Yes, Professor,” he muttered, his jaw still clenching. “Though it may end up with me getting dismissed from the class, an idea is still an idea, am I right?”

She pouts, humming at Jungkook’s words. “As long as you don’t offer something illegal like taking drugs or something, you wouldn’t be dismissed.”

“I don’t think sex is illegal,” he dared from the blue, with a little smirk on his face. “And I think, besides from a few of us, it’s something that we try to do on a normal basis.” Jungkook, intentionally, looks over you and locks his eyes to yours when he mentions the ones that don’t get to lay.

That bastard.

“And if I’m allowed, I would want to choose how music affects the human orgasm—though, I don’t think I’m allowed to record it.”

He caught the Professor off guard by using the very well known voice tone that highlights the part that he's “probably” not allowed to do that—tyring to make her feel worse about how society still not ready to talk about sexual interactions.

Well played, Jeon Jungkook.

Well played.

“I mean,” she starts with a fooled voice. “Technically speaking, yes—you can record someone having sex with particular music playing in the background to see how that would affect the orgasm that they’ll receive and the quality of the act and all…” Professor stops for a while, trying to choose the right words. She presses his lips together, trying to be a serious woman and ignores the giggles in the class. “…But, ethically speaking—I don’t think that I’m allowed to give you the permission to record porn.”

He smirks than laughs bitterly, shrugging his one shoulder. “Oh! Come on, Mrs. Kim!” He huffed. “It’s not even porn, it’s just a recording of it. No visuals allowed, remember? If Y/N can record a woman giving birth then I think I can record being intimate with another person.”

“Seriously, Jungkook?” You bickered. “Did you really compared giving birth to having sex?”

“Yes, I did,” he hissed. “My idea is just as naked as yours, baby—and my idea is way better than anyone in this room,” Jungkook turns away from you to the Professor, who is still patiently listening you two bickering each other. “Besides, if we look at that from a Freudian perspective, it’s a good idea for us to add something to his studies that he did for a lifetime, didn’t he say something like how sexual drives must not be something we should be ashamed of, no vice, no degradation—and must be fulfilled in order to gain a psychosexual development?

"Are you really a psychology major, Jungkook?” You accused, exasperatedly sigh. “Because they are not exactly true!”

“Indeed, I am not a psychology major—I’m majoring in music and performing, and for your information, this is an elective class and we don’t really have to know much about Freud or some other psychologist in order to record a one-minute assignment, am I right?” He intentionally looks away to the Professor when he’s ending his sentence, all part of the act. “Do we really have to be so smart to succeed at the class, is that it?"

You’ve got to be kidding me.

She’s a Professor with a good academic background, there is no way that she’s going to fall for this crap.

Right?

"I mean—no, of course not,” Professor says, leaving you with all of your concerns about whether the majority of humanity is now un-saveable from Jeon Jungkook’s all staged acts. “And part of the information you gave about Freud was, technically, true. Though I can’t deny the fact that he did so much more studies about psychosexual development and in fact, even though he contributed that sex is the major driving force in human nature; he also realized that not everything was about sex and once commented, ‘sometimes a cigar is just a cigar’. But, Jungkook, if you’re asking and wondering about at the end whether if you are able to do it or not, the answer is—yes, you can record it. Although you can’t mention names in the record, and please don’t make us know the people, alright? That is, the only way that I can give you permission.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how smart his idea was.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how he got the permission he needed anyway.

“Freudian perspective my ass,” you whisper to the asshole next to you, in a voice tone that you’re absolutely sure that he’s the only one that can hear, not even the girl who’s still high and sleepy because of the orgasm she not so long ago received.

He crosses his arms, holding his one eyebrow up. “What is it that bothers you this much, my friend, do you want to contribute to my assignment by letting me taste that tight pussy of yours? Is that it? Are you that shy to ask me whether if you can be the lucky girl in my porn?”

That fucking brat.

“Haha,” you fake a sarcastic laugh. “I’m just…feeling overly insulted and angry about the institution that we’re in because you just got permission to record yourself fucking someone, and I believe that is—the only thing that you’re actually capable of. Fucking.”

“You can’t deny God’s gifts, my friend.” Jungkook chimed in.

You narrow your eyes at his disgusting choice of words. “See? Only a talentless fucking brat would say something like that. Gift? You’re calling the act of sticking your not-so-thicker than a pipe dick into someone as a gift? I can do that too with a proper dildo that I bought from a sex store, my friend.” You ended the argument with a faked tone of his voice, only to make him more offensive.

“Ah,” he hollered, doesn’t care about that the class was still, somehow continued. “You’re getting on my nerves, Y/N, you really are getting on my nerves. It’s been only thirty minutes that we started to speak to each other for the first time in our lives and you’re mentioning about my dick for the third time—and not in a good way that I would’ve wanted. You’re giving me no choice but to prove you wrong, it’s almost becoming a matter of life or death, mh?”

All of a sudden you noticed how you started to rub your thighs together, an exciting feeling giving momentum to your blood’s flowing, all the blame goes to Freud and his stupid works (and how he was right about the amount of urge we have to have sex). In a brief matter, you were—horny.

So fucking horny.

You don’t know if it was because how he kept tilting his head to the ground and how he tsked when he said the last sentence that he had no choice but to prove it to you, or how he was looking ridiculously flawless from close, I mean, really close—or both, but that was it.

You were horny.

Jeon Jungkook made you horny.

You could just go and eat shit and tell everyone that you eat shit and it tastes better, and it would still be better from any kind of confess that you may do about how Jeon Jungkook made you horny, in a psychology class, without even touching you. And again, he just fingered the shit out of a girl next to you, but that was not an excuse for you to almost drip right now.

“Already tongue-tied, are we?” He smirks in the most tempting way. “You couldn’t even get to hear me talking filthy, baby.”

You chimed in. “I’m literally trying to act like you don’t exist but, somehow, you always find a way to make me irritated and overly regretful that I took this class, thinking that it would be fun."

You were okay, it wasn’t happening, you were just horny because of the lack of any kind of sexual interaction with any kind of person for over months. If it wasn’t Jungkook and someone else, you would be the same.

Relax, breathe, you’re not that horny.

"Oh, I’ll make it fun.” He expressed. “Join me with the recording, mh?”

Maybe you are that horny.

But, not with Jungkook. No way in hell, you won’t be sleeping with the selfish, overly exaggerated frat boy that has been doing nothing but to seduce you, because that’s what fratboys do all the time. They see a girl that gives them the cold shoulder, they attack. You weren’t going to let Jungkook attack you.

“Hear this, brat,” you fumed. “As long as being recorded while having sex sounds appealing to me, both visually or audibly, I’m going to pass this offer—because no way that I am doing it with you. I can do porn with every human being in the world except a few of the prime ministers of a few countries and plus some hip-hop artists, I don’t fuck with fratboys either."

It wasn’t you talking, it was anger. Anger that comes fulfills you with being horny over Jeon fucking Jungkook. And that’s why you hurriedly gathered all of your stuff and left the class as soon as the Professor announced that the class was dismissed, not looking back nor listening to the answer that Jungkook gave to you as you were vanishing between people, with the tempting smile that he was giving you for ten minutes.

"Oh, we’re so doing this.”

He laughed.

You didn’t hear.

unknown number: im thinking drake’s own it

unknown number: do you have smthng in mind? i can consider

unknown number: just please make sure that i don’t think i’ll be that hard if we listen to some justin bieber shit and all

unknown number: not that i don’t like it,,but i was a hard fan, that shit still makes me cry

you: jungkook?

you: how did you find my number?

unknown number: asked for a friend of yours named tae

unknown number: we have common classes together

unknown number: said to him that we recently become duo over an assignment and had to find your number

unknown number: wasn’t lying to him tho

you: i said no to your offer

unknown number: i guessed your inner voice said something else ;)

you: just because im psychology major, psychological stuff doesn’t make me turn on

unknown number: i can make you turn on in the seconds baby

you: im just going to ignore all of your messages and happily entertain myself with my friends doing typical weekend stuff, thank you so much

unknown number: im downloading drake’s own it…just in case, and i have to charge my jbl for a better volume experience

“Tae,” you inhale a good amount of air to your irritated lungs, and exhale whilst fuming with anger, to the boy who happened to be your lifetime best friend. “Did you easefully give my number to the number one fuckboy of our University today?”

He pouts, a sudden feeling of guilt takes over his eyes. “Yes? He said that you were a team on an assignment or something?”

“No, we’re not. He just happens to be the guy who ceaselessly hits me for a fuck, hasn’t stopped since the class and now he’s texting me.”

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters. He stops for a second with eating his fries where you guys so happened to choose to have dinner at McDonald’s. “He just seemed so convenient. I know him from my music classes and Jungkook’s like…always scores the best, so if you guys were doing an assignment, I wouldn’t be so surprised.”

Your eyes getting wide, your mouth shaping as an “o” when Tae mentions the words “Jungkook” and “scoring the best” together. “Who?” You doubted. “Jungkook? Taking good grades? In this school?”

“Yeah, Y/N,” Tae addressed while rubbing his eyes. “He’s the smart one in the class. He signs and performs well, he can take high notes from written classes like you guys have together now, and—he can do notes higher than the written classes, which is also very surprising, he also dances well…and…um, he—”

You chimed in. “Tae, honey, your gay is showing. Wasn’t he the fratboy of that massive boy house or something?”

He narrows his eyes. “Yes? Just because he’s a fratboy, is it means that he must be dumb too? Your double standards are showing, Y/N.”

“I mean, yes, I’m being stereotyping over here,” you hollered. “But, remember the Park guy I met last year and how he turned out to be a complete dickhead? All Jungkook has been thinking was to fuck me into my oblivion and record the voices while doing it, nothing more!”

Taehyung tilts his head as his eyes get widen. “Recording? That’s some kinky shit."

You narrow your eyes.

"Oh, come on!” He takes a sip from his cola. “Loosen up a little bit! Give the boy a few points for his courage to actually being able to speak about his true intentions. Not all of the boys do it anymore. They love the act when they’re trying to win over some girl. And besides—what’s the harm of a kinky fuck without any kind of feelings attached? You’re wild as he is when it comes to rough sex. I know because you weren’t stopping about the guy you were fucking last year, which turned out very disappointed because you tried to add feelings to the formula. Never worked.”

“Thanks for enlightening my shameful dark past about how I got fooled around by a fratboy sweetdick for months, Taehyung,” you howled, faking a bitterly smile.

He smirks. “No problem, baby, what best friends are for, right?”

There were points where Taehyung was right about, obviously, because he was kind of always right about everything related to you. Today, they were: (1) the fact that you liked it rough (like, rough), and (2) the fact that no feeling attached kinky sex seemed an exciting option for your lack of sexual interaction with someone lately—and third was the fact that how the guy you were fucking turned out to be a complete disappointment but you were not going to add that to the list.

Taking a fry from the tray, you start to chew while thinking about how Jungkook seemed serious about recording the two of you, doing the thing for the assignment. And with how class listened to you two bickering to each other, they were never going to know who the girl is from the sound—and you really didn’t think that the Professor would make everyone in the class to listen to that porn, anyway. Not that you were so overly thinking about what other’s think, never did and never will be, there was just one person that you couldn’t keep it secret from. Yourself—and how you gave yourself a promise for not fucking with any of the fratboys before your graduation, ever again.

“Does he still texting you?” Tae asks with a concerned face, tightening his lips. “Really though, I should’ve asked you before giving your number to him.”

“I haven’t checked my phone, I’m guessing he’ll stop at some point though,” you went on. “It’s okay, by the way, I’m not mad or anything. Not at you anyway."

Taehyung starts to shake his head. "Wait, wait, wait.” He repeats the word over and over until he stops and points his finger right in front of your eyes. “You are considering his so kind offer…am I right?”

“No! What?” You blurted with a loud tone. “No fucking way! No—oh, fine, yes, a little.”

“I knew it!” He chews the remaining fries he has. “I knew it, really, I was almost—almost sure of it, but with you, I’m never fully sure. I bet you got wet as soon as he opened his true feeling about fucking you, and oh, wait, I bet you’re still wet!”

“Oh my god, we’re not having this conversation in a fucking McDonald’s, Taehyung!” You mumbled. “Just, maybe, okay? I got horny when he mentioned how he must prove himself to me about his skills and all that shit, I think. I had a fucking promise to myself, Tae! I was holding on to that little promise. I shouldn’t be even thinking about this but all I’m thinking how he would toss my weak body over his bedroom’s wall and how he would rip my clothes off of my body in a mere second. See? This is how much I’m whipped over him.”

“I think it’s cute,” he admits. “How you opening up to me in a fucking McDonalds, chewing the rest of the fries.”

You roll your eyes.

“Just kidding, baby.” Taehyung smiles fondly. “Text him that you’re taking his offer. Do whatever you want with him, or make him do it. Have fun a little bit! Text him that it’s sad that you’re drinking cola and not his cum.”

“Ew,” you gasp. “Please shut up.”

“Again, kidding.”

He wasn’t kidding at all.

You grab your phone which you so irritatedly made silent before tossing it up to your bag, and welcome the texts that you haven’t opened from the same number, this time with a title you not so thought about it.

that dickhead: own it by drake is ready and my jbl is charging (21.19)

that dickhead: oh i see (21.35)

that dickhead: … (21.40)

You open it, and type, not wanting to think about any coincidences for just today.

you: really? three dots? that’s your way of handling with rejection? (21.45)

that dickhead: rejection? was it really?

you: try any other sarcastic words over me and i might change my opinion about this

that dickhead: so,,is it a yes?

you: im not fucking while listening to drake, jungkook

that dickhead: you’re so lucky today that you can get the choose the song, it’s all for academic purposes, baby

you: yeah, yeah

you: your place or mine?

that dickhead: mine

that dickhead: [attached adress]

you: ok be ready in 20

There was something about all of this experience that you were having. Something that you cannot explain easily. You didn't know why you were so whipped for him with just a day and how that got you into this situation—where you have literally vanished into the cold spring night to take a taxi, a taxi that will take you to Jungkook's place. 

Of course Tae understood your situation, considering how many times he heard you bickering and complaining about your sex life lately (or the lack of it), and how you weren't ready for any kind of relationship and starting a new relationship just to get laid seemed so unfair to you and the possible partner, so that was never an option for you. He was always offered you to one-night-stands, and let's say that he helped with it too, but they weren't that good—and you couldn't even come as you wanted to. You didn't know if you could come with Jungkook, and you were really serious about everything you've said about fratboys, you weren't going to take back what you've said, but—you had this different feeling, an excitement, a thrill, some anticipation that you got all from him. A silent, almost can't hearable, sound in your brain was telling you that, indeed, you weren't doing the mistake of your life by taking that taxi.

So it was happening. It was really happening according to the taxi driver's navigation status which said that "destination in 5 minutes" and the text that came from your best friend.

mytae: text me tomorrow! with details pls ;)

It was, happening, and surprisingly, you didn't feel any regret or fear flowing through your body.

It was—pure excitement with a good amount of wetness that was coming from your cunt.

That bastard.

You knocked on the door.

"Password?" A voice, his voice, called from inside.

"What password?"

"Password?"

"You didn't give me the password, bastard."

He was still playing with you. "Password?"

You weren't going to fool around with his stupid games. "Oh, then I have no choice but to leave if you don't open this goddamn door because I'm really horny right now and—"

"Correct," he opened the door, a casual black short sleeve t-shirt and a pair of black sports pants were on him which you had to give a few points to the look because you've always liked the sportive look on hot guys. "It was horny." He smirked as he opened the door for you to come in.

"Really, Jungkook?" You narrowed your eyes at him, a blush appearing on your cheeks, not that you were ashamed or something because today was all about not being ashamed, right? "You were making me doubt my choices there."

He crossed his arms together, a beautiful vein appearing on his left arm. He didn't seem that build up in the outside, or it was just you never giving any attention to how Jungkook actually looked like before. Maybe he was always that strong, built, muscular pig. "Y/N?"

He took a step to you, and one step again when he said your name again. He didn't say anything even though you quietly said "hm?" to his calling, both times. He was giving you a little hard time there, minimizing the place left between you and his door. He lowered his voice for the third time, making your back hit the wall. "Y/N, you see..." He whispered. "What you've been doing to me since this morning is to make me feel small about myself. That's why you're always acting like you're the one who holds the ropes, right? Always sticking your nose in things to make my day worse, and always trying to end the conversation with your scores up to the ceiling while mines are off the ground? Hmm?"

You wanted to tell something, anything, but as you felt his body touching you in front, making the two of you almost one body while your back is against the wall. (And, his perfume mixed with his natural skin smell wasn't helping at all) So, you couldn't say anything and stared right in the middle of his tempting, doe-eyes while he was squeezing them to give it a serious meaning.

He holds his one arm up and places right next to your head, on the wall. The other one was in his pockets, and because he was also squeezing it very hard, the veins were making you scared. Jungkook tilts his head as he leans to your level in front of the wall. "You like people when they think that you're some kind of ice queen, giving the fratboys cold shoulder because you don't want them to know the truth."

"And what truth it may be?" You quietly asked, in an almost whispering way, stuttering because of the excitement of him being so near to you.

He leans to your left ears now, touching it softly with his lips, sending shivers down your spine. "That you're so head over heels for me to fuck you so shamelessly that you just came here less than thirty minutes. You're that type, the type that addicted to the feeling of giving yourself to someone else but, all without closed doors. Because you don't want anyone to know who fucks your pussy that good."

"Mmh," you whine, chewing on the flesh of your bottom lip. "And who will fuck this pussy that good?" You teased, putting one of your hands to his stomach to feel his abs. He was muscular, indeed, and from this perspective where you were feeling small about yourself since he was standing in front of you with his intense, strong frame.

You felt a big amount of coldness that almost making your fingers turn purple, and you weren't sure if it was the coldness that was coming from the naked wall or how he was acting like he will turn you to a complete mess in seconds. He takes the hand which he was hiding his pocket and quickly puts on your ass with a quiet spanking manner, giving you no choice but to groan to that a little. "You see, since this is all academic purposes, and knowing that we cannot use our real names in the recording, we should use something different. And, believe me, as long as I would be completely fluttered if you say my name over and over again as I keep pounding into you, very deeply, I think for today you should go with the daddy instead."

A little whine escaping your lips as you hear the word "daddy" coming from his plumped lips from licking them every few seconds or so, Jungkook realizes how that is entertaining you and smirks with the feel of the joy. "I always knew that you had the daddy kink, by the way, it can be read through your gaze while you look at me."

"Hmm?" You groan. "And what are you going to call me today?"

He squeezes your butt with a wild manner, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, there are so many names today that I will call you with. You see, I always use baby with girls like you are," he spanks your ass while saying you baby. "If we were going to vanilla, I would call you princess," he spanks again. "But given the situation now, and how you whipped for my cock like this," one more. "I would probably use more of a needy slut since you are one." One more. "What else? Cocksucker, because you're going to get all of it." One more. "Whore, because you'll be a one in my bedroom, baby." Two more this time. One when he calls you whore, and another with the baby. "Are they enough, or do you want me to keep going with it?" He asks, his gaze on your ass, feeling a little sore from all the spanking but it was good that you had clothes on, which was going to change soon or later.

"Y-yes," you answer, feeling high because of all the sensations going on.

He lets go of you, gives a permission for you to finally breathe and to see his apartment for the first time really, since all his been doing was getting over and over you with his muscular frame, giving you no room for to see anything but his tempting eyes, burning from the think about what will going to happen the two of you.

His apartment was small, yet it seemed enough for him, and it looked like he was living alone. Predictable, since he always had some company within. "So, about the assignment," he starts, taking the hand he used to spank you to his hair, giving them a messy look. "I am really going to record us, so help me with the song, babygirl."

His voice much huskier, in a much more tempting way, of course. "Since you need two versions of the record, you should open the recording in the middle of it or something."

"Oh, we won't be needing that, babygirl." He explained. "We need your voice while you're having your orgasm, one with music and one without music. And I'm planning to fuck you more than one, or two, or maybe three. Making sure that all of the things you've said about my fingers and my cock was nothing but a lie."

Jeon Jungkook never likes to lose, that was something you got from his behaviors, and how he didn't like it when he loses something—how his eyes got darken and widen every time, almost like he disguising to someone else you've never seen before.

He doesn't give you a chance to realize your surroundings, and indeed, he never loses his oh-I'm-so-gonna-destroy-you posture, still staying right in front of you like a shadow that won't go away.

You gulped. "You know," you managed to say, out of breath. "I wouldn't mind if you just skip to the part when you use that cock of yours which you never shut up to me about how I would be wrong in the end."

"Is that so?" He asks before, finally, attaches his lips to yours. The kiss is lacking every emotion except desire, lust, and excitement. It's almost so dirty to talk about that even thinking about just kissing his soft lips in the most ambitious way you can, you're getting wetter and wetter. You climb over his embrace, bounding your arms together in the back of his neck as he lays down to grab your ass in his strong hands to take you on his lap. He holds to your asscheeks as he finds his comfort with tossing you over the wall of his apartment's hall, not so carefully carrying you to his bedroom.

You two keep kissing each other, and at one point his tongue ways his way into your throat right after his teeth grabs and captures your bottom lip like it his meal for today. (He was lucky that his meal was something else, though.) He takes no time to waste as he grabs your shirt to undress, still taking small steps as he carries you to his bedroom. You take the hint and hurriedly put your arms up, tossing your shirt somewhere in the hall.

You don't really see, but it's predictable that he amazes that you choose the sexiest, lacy black bra you had in your wardrobe. His attention for your lips suddenly vanishes as he takes his few last steps to the bedroom, hurriedly opens his door and tosses you onto the bed. He doesn't fucking care when he climbs over you to embrace your breasts over your bra, and he wants them off—he surely does, but Jungkook wants to take his time a little because he knows that it is the first and the last time that he will get playing with you. He leaves a few soft kisses first, taking his time with them after suddenly biting the sensitive skin on you.

"Mhh," you groan. "If you hated the bra that much, you could've just said so..."

"I hate every fucking clothing you have on you right now, babygirl."

"Rip them then."

He doesn't do it—even though he wants to, oh god, he really wants to, Jungkook always liked the foreplay.

A soft laugh escapes from his lips, swollen a bit from all the hungry and sloppy kisses you gave him. He stands up from the bed, his legs still capturing you like an animal that shouldn't be escaped. "I will now start the record, ready?"

You nod as he grabs his phone and opens the voice recordings. He touches the red button and places his phone to the bedside table. Then Jungkook turns over to you, still standing up, and he grabs and takes his black shirt of off him, swiftly launches the clothing away from the bed. He takes no time to grab your lips again, pinning your arms behind the bed. "From now on, you can call me daddy," he whispers to your ears as he grabs the flesh of your ear into his teeth. "And if you tell me anything different than what you have to say, you'll get punish."

You whine under this asset, your eyes turn to his body from his evil-like eyes, carefully and slowly capturing every second with his toned abs. He commands, "Eyes on daddy, babygirl. He's going to open the buttons of your pants now."

You're loving how he sounds deeper, huskier in a hegemonic manner. You moan when he touches your belly with his cold hands, sending shivers down your spine. He slowly leans over to you to open the button. You note that how he also liked teasing in somewhere in your brain. You help him to take off your pants, leaving you with your underwear only and you try to stand up to do the same to him, but he just hits your hand hard.

"No-no," he mouthed.  "Let's just play with your tight pussy of yours to make it ready for my cock, babygirl. Then you can have a taste of my dick too, this, if you behave though."

Okay, now, you sure know that you haven't been this wet at all. You don't know if it's your lack of sex life, or how long since you had someone doing oral to you, (again, most of your one-night-stands didn't want to use their tongues that much.) or just how Jungkook was hot and arrogant and sexy when he was dominating. (All of the above, was the answer.)

You groan as his hand traveled down to your panties, using his one finger to test out the wetness over your panties. "God, you're soaking." He smirks as he peeks his one finger beneath your wetness. His eyes get wide with the feeling of your wetness coating his finger. "Babygirl, are you sure that you can't get wet over fratboys, huh?"

He still likes to play. You roll your eyes at him. "You sure are a mood breaker."

Jungkook doesn't like when you misbehave, and he takes your comment as something to be punished as he inserts his finger very deep without a warning.

"Ju-daddy," you gasp, out of breathing, arching your body to the pillow to gain strength. "Mmh!"

"I'm sure that your mood now is unbreakable, babygirl. You're literally soaking right now, all for me, huh?"

You don't—can't—answer to him as he adds another finger in, both in very deep, and all you can do is squirm under his touch. Jungkook seems like to enjoy the view of you, desperate for his touch under the dim light that he prepared for you, soft moans escaping from your lips as his telephone records all of the sweet sounds that you're making for him. Though, he wanted you to answer to him, so he just pulls his fingers from your cunt, leaving you high and dry. (not that dry, anyway)

"What the hell?" You roared.

"I asked a question, slut." Jungkook scowls, but still takes one of his hands to remove your panties off of your legs, leaving you with your bra and nothing left. "And when I ask you a question," he pats to your pussy. "I want an answer." He pats again, this time in a harder way. "And if I don't get the answer I want," he stops for a second to see your sensitive full of red pussy. "I become very angry, and you get a punishment, okay?"

You nod madly. "Yes!"

"So, babygirl, tell me," he softens his voice, but his eyes still scream over. "Will you remember who's in charge today? Will you behave for your daddy? Because he's a little bored and he wants to play with your pussy so, so much for a long time today."

"Yes!" You scream desperately.

"Yes, who, baby?" Jungkook smirks like the brat he is.

"Yes, daddy! I'll behave! Just please, please do something. With your fingers or your tongue, it doesn't matter. Just, touch me, daddy, please." You keep going with your whine as he likes the see you begging for him.

"I like it when they beg," he hums and captures one of your legs onto his shoulders, pushing you back to the surface of the bed while he places himself to the entrance of your pussy. It was still swollen, and red from all of the pats he had given. "But I liked it more when you begged."

He thrust his two fingers back where they are, hitting your g-spot relentlessly, his fingers going deeper and deeper now. You groan, whine, scream and all of the above when he adds his tongue to the formula. Your eyes roll back, your head hits the pillow as you fall back with bliss flowing through your veins. He kept his pace with his tongue, hitting that sweet spot on your pussy while his fingers still thrusting their way into it. You like it, you like it way too much that you swear this is some of the best orals you've ever got so far. "Mmmh, m-more," you squirm as your breath kept losing its pace. "Please, daddy."

"You like it too much, hmm?" Jungkook takes his tongue out to breathe, his fingers still buried deep inside of you. He uses his other hand to grab your breast over the bra, pulling the material off of your skin so that he can access what lays beneath. He pulls one of your nipples very painfully, but the pain only made you feel more blissful. Your groans get louder as he kept his one hand pinching your nipple and the other to finger you, a playful smirk on his face. "Now you regret that you didn't get to be fingered in the class today, right?"

"Mmh," you groan as you feel your nipple getting sore as hard as your pussy is. "I-I-I am."

"Maybe next time I finger you in class, you needy slut. Look at you, you're too desperate for my fingers. You already look like a mess, babygirl. Do you think you can take my cock today?" This time Jungkook doesn't wait for an answer as he dives into your cunt with his tongue again.

"Mhh, I will, daddy." You answer anyway, since he politely asked for you to behave. The sensations you were feeling came to a situation that you were feeling close now. His finger still playing with your nipple, rubbing it, pulling it mercilessly as pain and satisfaction both flowing through your body. His fingers were getting deeper and deeper as they could find their way with your juices helping them to, and his tongue—oh, god, his tongue—he was making you a complete mess and kept his pace until your eyes rolled over with complete bliss. He noticed how your breathing almost became like you were about to faint and slowly stopped his pace by giving your pussy soft kisses.

"Does my babygirl wants to come on my tongue, hm?" Jungkook asks, turns his face to your complete wrecked frame.

"Y-y-yes, da-daddy." You scream as much as you can.

You don't see but know that he is smirking as his eyes get the best view of you, all wrecked and red, covered with your own juices that happened to be only because of him. "Come then, daddy feels so thirsty now, babygirl. Give daddy all of you can and come on my tongue like the slut you are, babygirl. Don't hold back." Your eyes open like they were about to explode there, you groan and scream in a delightful way as soon as your orgasm hits you for the first time (of course, not last) today, you grab the sheets as your cum run to his tongue and then everywhere, and you couldn't help but squirm all over the sheet like you were holding that for five years inside of you.

"Shit, baby, you made such a mess," Jungkook adds as he glances over the sheet, looking at the masterpiece you've created in the bed. "I never thought that you were the squirter type, though."

"I thought that too," was all that you could say, still trying to find a way to breathe, properly, again.

He licks the cum off of his fingers, acting like he's having a dessert thanks to you, your cum covering his beautiful mouth. "Was it your first then?"

"Squirming? Yeah, fuck, definitely," you laugh a little with the pleasure that you were still feeling in every spot of your body. "Was it weird?"

"It was so hot," he laughs back. "Look at what the brat you couldn't shut up and bicker for non-stop for the whole day did to you, you loud slut. I'm sure everyone in the apartment now knows who fucked you that good."

"I wasn't allowed to call you by your name though," you pout, still acting for the game. "They still don't know."

"They can figure. If not, we can continue to fuck after this recording shit."

You gain your breathing again, and as long as you feel like you're capable to do so, you climb over the bed where Jungkook sits, and make him move over where you were a minute before when you were moaning under his touch.

"I want to suck your dick, Jungkook," you say, knowingly mentioning his name. He was going to edit the record anyway, so he could just take off the part when you said his names. Besides, the recording must include two orgasms—one with music and one without the music. So you were guessing that he would just use the times when his dick is buried deep inside of you. "I want to feel it deep down in my throat. Will you let me suck it babyboy?"

He was taking a back, eyes widen as his eyebrows go up with your sudden role change. "Did you call me babyboy?" He asked, mimicking your way of saying it. Jungkook liked being dominant, in every way that he can, actually—and he haven't acted in a submissive role for so, so long now. Albeit, he liked how you used the tone you've never used since all of the play now, and all of a sudden you're up on him and begging in a way that you're the one who says the rules there. He likes it, he likes it too much.

"I did," you whisper into his ears as you push him to the mattress, finding your place on his lap where you can feel the hardness of his cock. "Now, babyboy, do you want me to take of the problem with your cock, because it keeps rubbing itself to my pussy. I think he needs attention. Use your words."

"Oh, fuck, baby, yes!" Jungkook whines as his dick getting harder and harder beneath your naked pussy.

You quickly go up to take off his pants to reveal him but as long as you touch the sides of his sports pants, you stop and stare at him. "I said use your words, describe what you want. I don't think yes is an option here, babyboy. I'm getting mad here, you know?"

He was surprised, his mouth agape with your sudden change of attitude. "Please suck my cock. Take it, deepthroat it, do something, please!"

You laugh to how tables can be turned in seconds, and it was a perfect view of Jungkook laying desperately for your touch, making you wetter and wetter again. "Okay, since you screamed out so loudly..."

You grab onto his pants' sides, pulling them over with his boxer as well, only to be welcomed by his thick, erected member which was coated by the pre-cum because of all the rubbing it did, and even maybe your dirty talking and him coating with your cum made his this way. You don't know, nor care and you don't waste any time to grab his dick between your hands, throbbing it a few times to use his pre-cum as a cream, sloppy sounds echoing in the small room while you keep your pace. All, of course, was to make him ready to have your tongue on it. So when you do start to lick his cock's head, he lets outs a loud groan and his head falls back to the pillow. "F-fuck, baby, your tongue feels amazing."

"Mhh," you moan, your tongue still playing with the head, your eyes having a wonderful view of his hardened cock, all ready for you to release. You start with his length and lick all the way to the up, and when you're on the top of his dick for the third time in one minute, you surprise him with tucking all of the length—in once—to your throat. "F-fuck!" He screams in a delightful way that makes you think that you're doing good. "Babyy, do that again, p-please."

"Do what babyboy?" You tease Jungkook. One of your hand capturing his balls, massaging to them as he moans and moans in a loud way again. "Words. Remember?"

"F-fuck," he whines desperately. "Get it all the way in, please. Take all of my cock like you did, baby."

"Mhh, fine, then." You lean over to his dick again, and all of a sudden you take it into your mouth, this time as deep as you can. He notices how deeper you're trying to go and he appreciates that. His sweet little noises becoming deeper and huskier with you trying to go deep with him. He peeks to your wrecked frame, your eyes getting teary with his cock hitting your throat. Jungkook swears that it's the most beautiful scene he ever saws in his entire life, and he never wants it to end.

"Ba-baby," he manages to say. "I'll come if you don't stop doing that. And I, I really want to come into your pussy today."

You don't know if it's because he saw you getting a hard time there, or if it was really that he wanted to come into you, (sure, he could just come twice but anyway) but you appreciated when he suddenly takes his cock of off from your mouth and toss you over to the mattress where he is now upon you.

"Your domination is now over, babygirl."

Or it was just because five minutes of being submissive was enough for him for a lifetime or so. You don't mind at all, as long as you liked being dominant in time to time—you liked being submissive more, with Jungkook anyway. And you're again, full of appreciation when he finally opens that bra of yours to toss it over to the side. Jungkook likes playing your breasts, more, your nipples. He likes how easy the formula is, the more you pinch and pull and toss the nipple, they are more sensitive—and needy, to be exact. So he keeps doing that while getting a condom from his drawer. He fondly opens the package and wears it—he doesn't like to use one, though since it's a one-time thing, he knows that he must be careful. (But he'll be very happy if you guys can do one without a condom, even if it's later)

"Do you think you can do two more orgasms, babygirl?" He dares, his one hand still playing with your breast, while the other one tastes your wetness in your pussy. "Mhh, still so, so, so wet for me," Jungkook smirks as soon as his fingers get coated with your cum from your first orgasm. "I think...with that amount of wetness, you can hold on for a three more."

Your eyes get widen. "Three? I don't th—"

Your words get interrupted as he, without any warning, finds his way into your pussy. "Agghh!" You don't hold back your screams, nor your moans and let it all out while he tries to adjust his size into you. Your sweet sounds vanish as your screams take its place in the action while he finally stops when he's satisfied with the position: your legs on top of his shoulders, back arching to the mattress.

"You okay?" He concernedly checks, and when you nod mercilessly, he takes the answer and starts to pound into you. He's slow first, still trying to find his pace, and—oh, god when he does, he never stops pounding into you like a madman.

"Y-yes, yes, yes!" You scream so loudly again while he keeps thrusting into you in an impossible way, his hands reach to your arms to pin them over to the back of the bed. That way, he thinks that he can control everything in the world. That way, he knows that he fucks you in a delightfully incredible manner, and in that way, he never wants to stop.

Your eyes roll back and close a little bit, and when Jungkook notices that, he's a little bit fumed because he wants to see your eyes when he's pounding into you this hard. He wants to see the tears that will come out from your eyes and he wants to see you while you're having your second orgasm. "Eyes on the daddy, baby." Jungkook grabs your chin to make you force to look at to his eyes. Looking directly into his deep brown eyes doesn't help you with the situation because as soon as you open your eyes, you feel your orgasm coming. The pleasure and the pain are overtaking your whole body and with his every thrust the pain vanishes and replaces with bliss.

"I'm close," you manage to say between your hard breathing. You're almost sure that he doesn't hear, but he does, but he's just close as you are that he can't answer back immediately.

"Me too, baby." He answers back as he jerks on top off you, the voices of your skin's slapping each other and screams are doing much worse that he's not going to last.

You want to get over with and try to take back one of your hands to rub your clit but as soon as he understands what you're up to, he pushes your hand away and places it where it was before. "You're coming with my cock this time, slut. You're going to scream so much that every time when I listen to this record, I will remember you bickering me about my dick and laugh with memories of that screams."

You're feeling your orgasm coming as he keeps pounding into you. "J-jun..daddy! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Come slut, scream as loud as you can so everyone will hear."

And soon enough the time slows with your second orgasm approaching, trails of fire and bliss taking over you while you dissolve into pleasure. Jungkook doesn't stop his pace, not even slows down, and he keeps his truths hard and fast, chasing his own orgasm. He doesn't come that easily, and he never thinks about slowing a little bit when you start to feel sensitive about the situation. Your sore pussy cries over the overstimulation that it received, and with every thrust, it feels more painful.

"Kook," you managed to say, hardly breathing. "It hurts."

"You can and you will take it, you loud whore," Jungkook commands. "You still have to come two more times, one with music on, remember?"

You try to relax as he keeps its pace stable, the pain slowly vanishes and leaves its place to pleasure. You stop saying anything and fall back to the pillow as you listen to his pounding sounds and moans which felt like a piece of music to your ears.

"Look at you, almost coming for the third time today while I haven't got to come once," Jungkook smirks as he fastens his movements into you. And thinking how good he was taking care of you today, you feel like you're approaching your third orgasm for the day. Between your groans and moans, Jungkook's breath sounds like he's becoming undone in seconds too. "Babygirl," he jerks as he approaches his orgasm. "I'm so close."

"Come, Jungkook," you encourage him. "Come inside me."

Jungkook's eyes getting bigger as his fresh warm cum loading the condom inside of you. You keep saying his name over and over again, (doesn't give a fuck about the record since you already got an orgasm without his name) screaming "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!" as your third orgasm takes over you.

Both of you extremely tired and out of breath, he lays down on top of you for a while to maintain his breathing. The sweat from his hair drops to your neck and face, he looks like he just got off from the shower. Little moans that escaping after the sex you just had still echoing through the room, Jungkook turns over and tosses himself next to you, you don't see but you're almost sure that he's smirking like a little brat. "We still have to do one more, for the assignment."

"Ugh, I'm so sore." You say between your still-not-stable breaths. Jungkook takes his condom off and gets up from the bed to toss it into the trash. "Can you get me something to clean?"

"Why?" He turns back with shocked eyes. "For your last orgasm, I need that wetness, babygirl."

Suddenly you feel that Tae was right about how determined Jungkook was about his grades, and now he was insisting on that assignment, and he was sure having fun with your wrecked state. "Fine," you accept. "What music we're playing?"

"I said before, I'm saying again," Jungkook sassed. "You choose."

"Mmh, the Weeknd, maybe?"

"The Weeknd it is." Jungkook approves as he gets up from the bed to turn on his computer which was connected to his speaker. He wasn't lying about how he was preparing his speaker, and it was, kind of cute that he really did charge it. "Any song?"

"I know all of their songs, play something that sounds sexy."

"Okay."

He searches for a song there, taking his time for a while, probably adding songs to queue.

"I still can't believe that you got that permission, after all, Jungkook," you admit, lying naked on his bed, coated with your own come. "We're literally recording asmr porn here."

He cracks a little, joyful laugh over the laptop. His body is leaned over his desk, the dim light slightly touches his soft skin, he's coated in his own sweat because of the mess you've created together, his hair drops to his face and sticking a little to his forehead. He looks extremely hot like this, his body giving you a great view with his toned abs and still a little hard dick. Suddenly, you think that you have to stop thinking about how gorgeous he looks because again, he's extremely dangerous for you.

No feelings attached. You remember.

So you just take your time with his god-like appearances.

That wouldn't hurt, right?

"You're lying in my bed, Jeon Jungkook's, with your hair messy and your skin sweaty, wrecked because of what I did to you a few minutes before after all of the things you've said to me earlier today and how you wouldn't ever, ever fuck with me and you still can't believe that I got the permission to record porn?" He comes to bed after opening the list he just prepared. "I think you can already figure out that I can get whatever I want."

He's not wrong, indeed, he's overly right with this one.

That the Jeon Jungkook can get whatever the hell he wants.

The song keeps going in the background, getting you into a mood already, and it's not a very hard thing when Jungkook is playing with your hair, his elbow places on the mattress and he's getting the strength he needs from it. It almost, almost, feels like a romantic scene, but again, you know that it's not what you would think. (And you don't want to think at all) So, it leaves him almost surprised when you start the round this time.

"You're getting the first record from your dick buried deep inside of me, right?" You ask as you toss over to place yourself on his lap. He helps you to find your place with his hands on your sides, Jungkook leans over the pillow for a better view of your already wrecked body.

"Mhh," he groans as a yes. "So?"

"I'm thinking the second must be like that too." You smirk as you start to rub your clit to his naked member.

He likes it too much that he gets quickly hard beneath your ass. The cums you had inside of you still there, making all of the rubbings together thing easier for you. "Buried deep inside of you? I like that." He gets one of his hand from your sides to your clit, rubbing it to make you more ready for the next one.

But you've thought something more appealing for him, so he's extremely surprised when you push his hand away and takes his cock into your hands to place into you. His opens his as much as he can, a passionate moan leaving his soft lips which you haven't kiss enough, and he's still thinking about why you would want to ride him bare?

"Baby, I haven't wear a condom." He states, but you already know.

You lean over to his lost state and kiss his lips passionately before whispering to his ears that will make him eager to answer back. "I haven't slept with anyone for a long time, I’m using birth control for over a year now, and if you used protection every time then—"

"Yes! I always use one. I haven't fucked bare for months." He's too eager to make it happen that it almost sounds cute to your ears.

"Then I want your cum inside of me this time, very deep inside, daddy, please?"

You don't have to ask again.

He helps you to have the way you're comfortable with and waits until you're all the way up. You're already out of breathing while trying to ride him, and the view of your nor his doesn't help you both with the situation. Little moans escaping your lips as you start to fasten a little bit, one of Jungkook's hand is playing with your breasts while the other one is stable on your hip to help you. "You okay?" He softly asks.

You toss your head in the back with a delightful feeling that comes with riding him. "Mhh," you moan for an answer.

Jungkook, on the other hand, takes the answer to start his thrusts into you, slowly first but never again, until he chases the fast route he wanted—which is making you breathless in a way that you can't even say anything, only sweet little (sometimes louder) moans escaping your lips. You holding onto his shoulders with every hit that he gives, and every time you almost think that he can't go any more fast and deep but every time he does. Your head can't even stay stable, and which each thrust it goes back and comes again, and one time when you come back to his gaze only to see him smirk.

He started to speak with stopping for each thrust that he made. "I...was...hoping...for...to fuck...you bare...one day," he was getting out of breath with the feeling of you riding him and that he was bare inside of you. "Got...you...well...prepared...didn't I?"

"Y-yes! D-daddy!" You were getting out of breath too as he kept fucking you viciously. "You're, mmh, so good!"

"You too, babygirl, you feel amazing like this," he kept his pace in a mad-like manner as he finds your sweet spot to pound in a much, much harder way as if that was possible to do so. You kept riding him as your hands held him tightly, finding your strength over his shoulders. He pushed back again, and again, and again—only to wreck you completely. "I fucked you for...long...time, how can you be...this tight, fuck?"

You screamed out while music bursting through your ears. "So...good, fuck, I'm...not...gonna," you managed to say, out of breath, dissolving into your pleasure again as your orgasm approaching you.

"Make a mess again...babygirl," he groaned as you spilled your cum again, this time he was able to feel them on his dick inside of you. He held you as he knew that you needed help, but still pounding into you with a feeling of your warm liquid this time, and it felt so amazing that you were all around him. You were still tight and warm, looking absolutely gorgeous on top of him, wrecked and full of sweat, your mouth still agape from the overstimulation you had today. He finds his way to the crook of your neck, first to hold you because he was a little scared that you were going to faint in some point, and two because he never get to kiss you from there and he didn't want to regret tomorrow. He kept his pace into you as his breaths go crazy, a sign for his orgasm, and a few seconds later you felt his thrust getting slower as he kept moaning and groaning in your ears while his orgasm taking over him for the second time today. (it was the best he had, though)

You felt your sleep taking over you as soon as you tossed over to be inside of the bed, but you weren't going to sleep over since it wasn't part of the deal. Albeit, you were kind of sure that at least he must give you one hour to be ready to walk or breathe again. You close your eyes for a bit, listening to the songs he chooses for the act, and when you open your eyes you see that jungkook wasn't there.

It only takes him three minutes for to come again, and you can't even open your eyes to look at him but you sure that he's there because someone is cleaning the cum inside of you. "Thank you, you didn't have to," was all you can say and even with that, you're not sure if he's able to hear it.

"You were going to regret it in the morning." He murmurs, he also having hard times with breathing as well. "Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"I can just go, you know..."

"Naked or clothed?" He doesn't listen.

"Shirt, please."

Next week, on Friday, the day you have Sound Psychology, you're a little nervous that you're going to see Jungkook again. Not that you guys had something between, not even a little bit of weirdness happened. You slept, you woke up. He was already up and got you some coffee, you chatted a little. He offered you a shower, you kindly accepted before leaving his apartment. It was, almost, normal. No weirdness. No feelings.

But for the class, you're a little nervous that you are going to see him.

So, when you enter the class, Jungkook doesn't help you with your situation when he simply greets you. "Hi, Y/N."

"Hi."

"Ready to listen to the masterpiece I've created? It took me hours to edit that, and the paper I wrote, was the best part of the assignment."

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"Are you sure that the Professor will make us listen to that in class?"

"I mean, probably no? I asked if you want to listen though."

"Oh," your eyes get widen. "Ah, that, right."

He looks like he's a little bit broken since you weren't that hyped over the recording. Maybe he was thinking if you were regretting it, which you didn't at all, but it was just thinking of listening to your own sex sounds sounded very weird. "If you're uncomfortable with it, I can just—"

"—No, no..." You manage to say. "Um, you can maybe, send me? I don't think I can listen to that here, you know."

He laughs like he understands what you mean. "Oh? Right, sorry."

Your weird conversation gets interrupted as Professor Kim starts to talk.

"So...everyone," she starts the conversation directly looking into Jungkook's eyes. "Since everyone is exciting about Jeon's assignment, and how that went for me to grade, I would want to speak about that before the class. For ethical reasons, and how I want to keep feeding my family with my job, I'm sorry that we're not going to listen to his record, but let me say that—it was, unexpectedly interesting to hear, and well done."

You exhale a good amount of breath by knowing how you won't be listening to that in class, where everyone is seated.

"But, Jungkook, as long as I still think that you just wanted this particular subject to fool around with, you'll be surprised when I say that this is also an interesting area to study more, but I know that wasn't your intention—the human orgasm, I mean...anyway, you got an A with that assignment, and with that I think you're one of the first students in this University to get an A with a porn recording..."

You don't hear anything she says later, because the message that has been sent to your phone made your thoughts go away somewhere very, very interesting to dream about.

that dickhead: you think we can do a version 2 with my voice playing in the background

that dickhead: again, only for academic purposes

so, i haven’t proofread and all, but let me know how that goes for you! this happens to be my first graphic smut lol

[obeymematches]

Hi there, I saw your tumblr and thought it is really cool ! So I wanted to know if I can request a matchup ? 😳👉🏽👈🏽

My name means the laughter in spanish but I’m not very good at making jokes even though I love to laugh and I take pride in putting a smile on people faces. I try to live up to my name haha. People always think I’m intimidating at first because I have been cursed with “resting bitch face”. But really I’m kind at heart and very empathetic. I can cry at movies, I’m always here if someone needs to vent, I feel bad if I see someone or an animal suffering and I hate injustice. When meeting new people I’m a little observant at first because I need to feel with whom I can feel the most comfortable. Im an introvert leo thus I suck at communication, I’m a bit sarcastic and sometimes I roast people unintentionally. I don’t know why I have a hard time saying ’ I love you ’ even with my family. I’m not a physical person either, the only person I let touch me is my partner or my pets. I show my love through actions and support, my love language is quality time. I become a bit silly around my loved ones and I loooove to prank them. I have siblings and I’m the oldest, I have always been the mediator when it comes to resolve fights between them. I never considered myself clever and I lack self esteem because of this, but when I’m doing a job, I need to do it right and I work hard so I can feel the satisfaction of my boss or clients, I’m not scared of responsibilities.

On my own, I have a world to myself, I love fantasy, mystery and horror stuffs, my space needs to be cozy at all times. I’m sensitive to loud noises so I like it when its silent, at best I can tolerate music like classic, lofi, or ost from movies/video games. I love digital painting, and clean/organized stuffs. I love beautiful things, and learning about animals, humans and its psychology. I love taking care of myself, like I’m always searching for the best skin/hair products and I need to look good everytime I go outside haha.

When in relationship I need someone with a lot of patience, I’m slow to open up. And when something troubles me I tend to go silent. I don’t want to ruin the good mood so I keep my struggles to myself. I do not tolerate humiliation, or disrespect, it’s a huge turn off. I’m usually calm and would hate to “go crazy” at them. As an introvert I need my alone time so I need my partner to be understanding about this. When completely in love I tend to put my partner on a pedestal and take pride on showing them off. Also expects lots of gifts and surprises, bc nothing is ever good enough for my partner.

Thank you for reading this far 🥺

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hiiii! sorry for my late answer! 

okay so i’ve had a few of the brothers on my mind so it was not an easy decision. i think you’d be a very nice match for Satan, Belphie and possibly Lucifer too. But Simeon would also be a decent option! (like you’re into digital painting and he’s the opposite of digital so that’d be a fun learning experience)

OK after reading your request over a couple of times i decided that you and Lucifer would totally work out!

Okay so you making people smile without shame is something that catches the attention of the 3 demons I mentioned (2 of them is good at observing and Belphie hardly ever smiles so once you get him to he’s in)

You say you have a rbf but later you mention that you like to be pretty and Lucifer definitely appreciates that in a partner. I mean someitmes you go to places where you just gotta dress nicely and neat. 

He also appreciates someone with a soft side like you as that balances things out a bit, but also because he has some soft spots as well - you being a new one!

I don’ think he would open up to anyone easily, so quite some time would pass before he actually vents to you but he makes sure to make it up to you! 

Well I think Lucifer is good at communicating so regarding that he would probably help you learn a bit as communication is supper important in a relationship. 

Later you mention that you are responsible just like him and honestly he deeply appreciates that you are not someone to cause much trouble. 

However! We all know how he likes troublemakers like Mammon, so the fact that you prank him and/or his brothers just makes him grow even fonder of you! (i think Belphie would be quick to join in as a pranking sidekick)

You also mention how you have the skills to end fights and in the HOL that’s super important for survival without losing your mind. I think you’d do a great job at fixing the bonds between Belphie and him, or maybe even Satan and him! (i mean not fixing it instead of them, but like... they could get on the healthier path thanks to you! character development) 

I think he likes touching, even if his brothers are around - in fact maybe especially when they are around, so it’s nice that you’re OK with your partner being touchy. However you being there for him and running errands for him to show your love is just perfect. Quality time is also something you have in common, as I mentioned earlier expect to go to quite fancy places relatively often. Or just spending time in his room, i mean he wants alone time with you from time to time is there something wrong with that- 

You working hard is also something he values a lot! and if you have similar values thats a good start. 

I think you lack of self esteem would be risky if you were on his bad side  but that’s not happening. Lucifer is definitely strong and capable of lifting you up a bit, I mean you are literally dating him and he knows how to recognize someone smart so really you’d have no choice but to gain some more self esteem! (not because you are dating him because it’s not healthy to have self esteem only because of your partner, but I meant it in a way that he lowkey guides you to actually start believing in yourself. ) 

Hmm so you liking cozy places is nice because that skeleton in his room has no business staying there like wtf-

You two have similar likes when it comes to music so thats also good. So when you two are recharging there’s never going to be any arguments about that. I think he is open to lsiten to whatever music his partner likes but tbh if you like very similar stuff as him that just can’t go wrong, right?

In case he does something you don’t like you’ll absolutely have to tell him though! He will notice when you aren’t feeling yourself and it’s better to confront him about it than wait for him to bring this up. 

It’s also nice that you have your standards high like that especially when it comes to your partner as he is a demon with high standards! though he appreciates literally anything you give him, this man is just so in love. 

So this relationship includes two responsible adults and he helps you develop better communication skills & self esteem! the two of you can rely on the other at all times emotianlly and responsibility-wise as well. (though he might have a bit hard time to actually ask you for help, but once you get to know him and his capability. You’d help his relation with above mentioned brothers and him being family oriented he’d really love that and would never forget about how much he owes you for that. 

[coolgirl]

Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin 

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty. 

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason 

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5. 

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10. 

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic?  i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

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am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

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This is gonna be a long story and may not be as full of thrill as you might expect, but I would really appriciate any advice or insight I could get, so bear with me, if you can.Tldr: Manipulative ex gf thanked me for getting her through school and family isssues for 8 years by screwing her coworker and letting me find the used panties.Since there´s a lot of talk about abuse in relationships I´ve come to think about my last relationship and whether my (27m) ex-gf (25f) emotionally abused me. This is in no form a talk of physical abuse, but coming out of the bubble I was in, when I was still with her, I think that some things she did to me would be considered insane, if a guy did that to his girl.For background: I met my ex-gf when I was 18. She was 16 and seemed like the sweetest girl in the world. She was exactly my type, sweet, caring and came from a shitty family background, which I absolutely do not. Not only did I fell madly in love with her, I also wanted to help her overcome all the losses and insecurities she had dealt with. Her father was a women hating alcoholic pos that died when she was 13 and most likely killed himself. He had told her literally since the day she was born that she was trash, because she was a girl. When the nurse said he had become father to a wonderful daughter he replied with "well the dumb ones loose their cock". So that´s the kind of guy that had indoctrinated her to think she was worthless and would end up like her mother. Her mum was kind, but also one of the dumbest and most ignorant people I have ever met. During the 8 years of our relationship I have met so many new "step dads" for my ex, that I´m pretty sure I must have forgotten some.For the first two years our relationship was seemingly fine. I showed her that she could become anything she wanted, helped her with school, with bullies, her idiotic mother, her ignorant brother and so much stuff, my life basically consisted of nothing more than making sure she was alright. She had depression, an eating disorder and on top of that she had a habit of taking care of any animal she could get her hands on. When we first met, she had three cats, two bunnies and a horse. When we split it was still three cats, a dog, the horse and a pony. Financing almost everything about them alone and taking care of them 24/7 while doing school or working. This has made up a huge part of our live and tbh - I miss this so much it breaks my heart.I admired her for caring for all of them and over the years I got so involved I took care of the animals like they were my own. I have spent nights and days at our barn making sure the horses were fine and raised our dog for 7 years with her. Loosing the dog was the worst part for me honestly.Anyways during the first two years she kinda looked up to me I guess. I helped her through school, getting a job and eventually to become a nurse. I accompanied her to exams, even pretty much wrote a major paper for her (I know) and what not.I cant really tell at what point the dynamic shifted but I guess it was somewhere around our third year together. She always had a temper and when she got mad, it was like all she could see was red and the things she sometimes said to me were so humiliating and mean that today I would walk out the second the first thing came out of anyones mouth.It got worse and worse and to give you a bigger picture I will list some things out of the last two years:- She twisted anything I said all the time. Sometimes she raged all of a sudden over a thing I had allegedly said the day before. She made up entire conversations that had never happened and when I called out this bs she came up with things like "so youre calling me a liar" and the fight continued from there on- she constantly accused me of cheating even though I was carrying her on my hands like a princess, caring for her and her pets 24/7 and if I got mad, she got even more mad, insisting that I had no right to get mad over the accusation, because that would be a sign they were true. I had caught her texting at least two guys she lied to me about in a semi explicit way, but of course when I caught her it was my fault.- She called me names, yelled at me, told me to fuck off and when I left she said if I would leave we´d be done.It was like that at least once every two weeks, probably more often.Im sorry if this is a little confusing to follow. It is hard to grasp being humiliated and manipulated over a course of years and put it into sentences.Still, here is something that really stuck with me.I was going on walks with her horses and her at least four times a week. It was hard work, and she constantly told me how bad I was at handling the horses and what not, even though pressuring me and punishing me if I did not come along, because she had more work to do then. When we went on walks we would bring large garbage bags and gloves to pick up the horse sht. We were walking through neighborhoods and streets and didnt want to leave it jus there. That one day she told me to get the bags so we could go. I went into your shed, grabbed them from the usual chair they were on and put them into my pocket. These are regualy folded trash bags from a role like you probably use every other day. So at some point the horse does its duty and I hand my ex-gf the bag, she unfolds it and sees it has a giant hole at the bottom which was not visible before. It was a fabrication mistake which you could only see once you really wanted to use it. She then screamed at me on a street in full daylight with people around how dumb I was to not see this before, if I could do anything right and tbh, it was the ususal talk for me. I told her there was no way of knowing for me and that I had just taken them from the usual place. She then told me that she had already known that apparently the whole role had been like this but she did not throw them away. So she knew I would grab these and it would play out like this or just didnt think about it herself. She literally screamed at me and still insisted I was too stupid to do basic tasks and here comes the part that was really bad for me.Apparently she had also forgotten to bring the gloves we use to pick the shit up and since it was my fault the bag was broken I would have to pick the shit up with my bare hands. I really dont find horse shit gross compared to dog or whatever shit but it still is what it is and it was a lot. There was screaming at me not to be a little bitch and pick up the shit and find a way the bag will hold it. The worst thing for me about this that I was actually on my knees, over the pile and I was so close to pick it up, it makes me sick thinking about it. Eventually I told her Im not doing it, she just walked away silently and told me once we´re back at the barn I could leave.Now you wonder, why I didnt leave. Its simple. I loved her more than anything. She had a habit to apologize so sincerely a day after her usual tantrums, I just believed her. She would come a day later and tell me that she would just get consumed by rage and couldnt help but talking like while at the same time not meaning anything of it sincerely. Shed tell me shed love me, be nothing without me, love the way I treat her and her animals and that I should believe her that nothing of what she says in rage mode is what she actually feels. I always believed that. For 8 damn years I believed this shit.The last year was one of the best and still the worst. We moved in together after she had finished becoming a nurse and me almost finishing law school. We had fixed her relationship with her mother, her brother, got her her dream job and I dont want to be an asshole but I had guided her through all of it. Her family was a full on nightmare when it came to communication and I had always felt like the only sane person at the table being with them. The reason this is important is, I always excused her irrational behaviour with the trouble and stress that was always constant in her life. Her horse had also been sick for years and for the first time we could sleep without fearing it would be dead on the grass the next morning.So the foundation was good. At least thats what I thought. I remember two weeks before the relationship ended, she asked me whether I was still planning to marry her. I looked at her as honestly as I could and said yes and I meant it with all my heart. You shouldve seen the look on her face. She was the happiest girl in the world and I was sure this would be a turning point.Then she had a christmas party from work. I drove her there so she could drink. Told her to enjoy herself, she had deserved it after all the stress and I would pick her up till 3 in the morning because Id have to feed the horses at 7 and needed at least a bit of sleep.She did not react to my messages once and came home at around 5:30. Told me she had danced a lot with a coworker that had hit on her prior and I was pissed, but trusted her and did not want to ruin her one night out right after it ended. That was on a friday. The next morning, saturday, everything was fine. I had taken out the horses and we went on a 3 hour walk with them in the afternoon and I had to study after that for the rest of the day. She was sweet to me but kinda hung on her phone a lot and always made sure to take it with her everytime she left the room, which was kind of suspicious to me but I thought Id just be paranoid.So far everything still was fine. On sunday it all changed. She got up in the morning and was pissed right away. We had plans for the day and she canceled them because of light rain which usually never bothered us. She acted pissed until early afternoon and suddenly told me shed go see the horses. I wanted to join her but she wanted to go alone and walk there. That was a thirty minute walk in rain and by the time shed have walked back once she was done there it wouldve been dark outside and people got robbed a lot where we had to walk. I let her go and once it was time to feed the horses I got in my car to suprise her, so she wouldnt have to walk home in the dark. When I arrived all hell broke loose. Suddenly she told me that ever sinced I moved in with her she had no real home anymore. That I was just a dog to her, not a real man and that I was taking the air she breathed from her. She said shed go to bed early cause thats the only time she could spent without me. Just to note this here, she had yelled at me numerous times because I couldnt go to bed with her because I had to study.The idiot I was I still offered her to ride her home and then go to my brothers place so she could get some peace and we had a chance to talk at night or in the morning. Well she did not have any of that and told me to fuck off. I drove to my brother, she walked home and we only talked the next morning when she broke up with me and kicked me out.Two days later she called me to tell me something. Of course we couldnt meet at a neutral place, I had to come to her and we talked were our (her) horses stood with my australian shepherd I had raised for 7 years and never saw again after that day. She told me she had fucked her coworker. I dont know what happened at the christmas party but I guess they did not fuck there, but made out or something. Then the day after she kicked me out she went over while his gf was at work so they could screw. Not 24hours later after she had broken up with me, who had taken care of her for so long. She did not tell me this to rub it into my face. She wanted to come clean I guess. But the worst thing about this was what she told me after that confession. She said she knows how bad she treated me over all these years, the things she said to me, the manipulation and all of that and that she had come to the realization, everything she ever told me while she was raging and then took back was what she truly thought of me. That I was no man for her, just a dog following her orders. She had no reason at all to tell me this, I dont know why she did it, but even tough this was 1,5years ago I still think about this every day.I left and wanted to hug my dog one last time. That little thing was so shaken, she wouldnt leave my ex-gfs side, leaving my last interaction with her, her backing away from me and completely refusing to let me touch her. Thinking of this makes me die a little inside. The next day I went over to our flat to get my stuff. I had to go through the laundry basket to get the last of my unwashed clothes out of there and right on top was the thong completely covered in jizz she wore when he fucked her. The nicest present she could have made me to get the hell out of there. Did I mention that the day after she fucked him she actually called me, panicking and asking me whether Id remember the last times she had taken her pill. I had no idea of the other guy at that point and assured her the last time we had sex was a while ago so it woulnt matter.Guess she panicked after he nutted raw in her.The funny thing about this is that this and her cheating was one of the things that kept me from suicide. It was a really close call in all honesty, but even though I was in such a bad shape that I lost 60 pounds in 8 weeks because I could not eat or sleep the last bit of pride kept me alive. I did not want to go out because of some bitch that rather fucked some other cheater than keeping the one that loved her more than himself.Hats off if you made it this far. I will end this on a positive note. Im taken again. Shes wonderful. I have grown as a person so much, I think Im nowhere near the same guy and never will be again. The day my ex saw me updating my relationship status on facebook, she stalked my gf and since you could see the bar shes a waitress at, she was there the very next day checking her out. Accompanied by her coworker of course, who is still with his gf that he cheated on.My ex messaged me lately because covid, wishing me and my family the best after I had not heard from her in about a year. I replied with "thanks, you too." I want to be a good person. Im glad I made it out of this abusive (?) relationship. Will put a tldr at the top and fix typos later.God I miss my dog. via /r/dating_advice