So All The Jello Powder Sunk With The Butter- Its Really Not That Good.. I Dunno What To Do With It Now

so all the jello powder sunk with the butter- it’s really not that good….. i dunno what to do with it now

i think i just creates the worst best thing in the world. so i made rice crispy bars right? but i put a pack of raspberry jello powder in it??

kinda hard to see on camera but it’s definitely green

it’s dull in the photo but it’s more visible

we’ll see how it turns out but i just used some of my leftover dark green hair dye over the faded purple and i’m beginning to question my choices

hands. that’s it. my hand kink is acting up so like…. hands :)

can i request hard!dom jungkook punishing reader for flirting with the other members at a party using overstimulation? maybe brat!tamer and spanking and choking

also can i be 🪐 anon?

yes! lovely anon! my first emoji anon 🪐! absolutely you can be my saturn anon :D

i hope you like it! enjoy reading <3

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Parties and Punishments: JKK X READER

just in time for his birthday!

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The party was in full swing when you decided you wanted to mess around with the birthday boy a little. It was almost too easy to figure out your new bratty plan to anger Jungkook when you made eye contact with Namjoon. The look in his was clearly affected by the alcohol you had all been consuming but you could care less. It worked perfectly for your mission: anger Jeon Jungkook. 

Strutting over to Joon in your mostly modest dress, you watched as his eyes trailed over you, head nodding in approval. Joon had always been your sort of brother-in-group. Fashion advice? Namjoon. Book recommendation? Namjoon. Had a fight with the lovely maknae? Kim fucking Namjoon was there to comfort you. 

It almost felt wrong running your hand across his chest when you stopped in front of him, listening to his compliments on your dress. 

“A little too much cleavage though, Y/N. You’re almost walking around with your fucking tits hanging out.”

You laughed loudly, exaggerated as you glanced around for the man of the hour. Finding him quickly, you observed him leaning on the wall chatting away with Hoseok as he sipped on his beer. His sharp eyes were trained on yours, just watching. The tilt of his head made you smile at him brightly, innocence oozing from the gesture until he turned his eyes away from you.

“What? You don’t like tits, Joonie?”

The man in question coughed at your words, his hands motioning frantically in denial and confusion.

“I’m joking~ Calm down, hot stuff.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow as you pat his chest before walking off. The confusion from him continued as you locked onto your next target. Seokjin. You had this sort of flirty relationship with Jin as it was, Jungkook didn’t mind it either, it was normal and if you were weren’t flirting with each other then the next day was bound to be horrible. It was like the belief that cows laying down meant rain or hot weather, you could never remember which. 

“Jinnie~”, you called out to him as you approached his figure poised in front of the stove.

“Ah! Princess! Come taste this. Tell me if it’s missing something.”, he turned to face you abruptly, a spoon of sauce hovering in your face.

You smiled at him and took the spoon into your mouth slowly, pursing your lips and purposefully moan loud enough for a few people to glance over. Your lover included. Your eyes met briefly before you turned your wide eyes back to Seokjin, staring up at him with the epitome of blowjob eyes as he smirked.

“That’s so so good! It’s perfect Jinnie! Just like you~”, you praised his cooking, retracting from the spoon just as slow as you engulfed it.

“Good. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the birthday boy! Right Jungkookie?!”, he hollered across the room to the boy, his eyes rolling as he got flipped off.

You praised the food once more before you turned and scanned the room. Jungkook didn’t seem annoyed. Just cautious as he watched you occasionally. Unfortunately your observation of him seemed to beckon him over and disrupt your next move, his hands creeping around your shoulders to hug you tightly.

“You better not be planning anything in that pretty little head of yours. There will be consequences if you fuck up my night. Tread carefully, doll.”, his soft lips brushed your ear as he whispered to you, making it seem like a simple embrace with sweet murmured words.

You nodded in response, patting his back as you pulled away, a smile on your lips as he narrowed his eyes.

“I would do no such thing! Go have fun, baby! It is your night. It looks like Taehyungie wants a word with you anyways.”, you gently pushed him in the direction of the seated man, eyebrows waggling at Taehyung as he waited for Jungkook to take a seat beside him.

You took the opportunity to slide over to Yoongi who sat in the corner, just observing everything and scrolling through his phone until someone approached. That someone, this time, was you. And you took full advantage of the angle he was sat at, his chair facing the couch nearly perfectly from the back of the room.

You sat down next to him, striking up a conversation about one thing or another, the conversation shifting as you asked him about a relationship that may or may not be happening. He denied the allegations you threw at him calmly, proving your rumours wrong in an instant.

“That’s a shame. Any girl would be lucky to have you, Yoongi.”, you sighed in disappointment, hand patting his thigh a little too high up. 

Not moving your hand from his thigh, mere inches from his bulge, you changed the conversation again. Rambling about the best bakery in Seoul, your hand slowly drifted higher. Brushing over his clothes cock, you saw his leg jump as his eyes trained on your expression. Giving away nothing, you palmed over his bulge, getting more into his personal space as your tone became more flirtatious, more sensual as you talked about the cream frosting the bakery used.

Movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention, your rambling slowing down and becoming normal toned as you realized Jungkook was the movement. He had stood from the couch in a stretch, his eyes back on you, your hand, as you looked right back at him. Taking it a step further, you held eye contact as he settled from the stretch, his shoulders rolling as you glanced down at your hand and back to guide his eyes to his hyungs bulge as you palmed it slowly. 

The moment was over an instant later as you stood abruptly, arms stretching above your head and lifting your dress up your thighs until you fixed it with a exaggerated bend in front Yoongi. The glare from Jungkook that met you when you straightened made you chuckle, eyes scanning for your next pawn. Aha. Hoseok. He stood in the kitchen with Jin now, giving you the perfect target to drag into a dance. 

Making your way over to him, you rested your hands on his shoulders as he chatted with Seokjin, his eyes darting to you occasionally as you massaged his shoulders gently. 

“Hobi~ Let’s dance. Jungkook is too busy talking with Taehyung.”, you whined into his ear, guiding him to the cleared space for dancing.

“Good thing I’m a great dancer then, dove.”, he chirped back, hands finding your waist as the beat picked up, the bass vibrating your entire body as you began to dance with Hoseok.

Your hips swerved with the music, hands resting on Hobi’s as you pulled him closer. Grinding against each other on beat with the music, you closed your eyes and let go. Getting lost in the movement’s of Hoseok’s body and the music was easy. It was easy to forget this was a ploy to anger Jungkook when you felt Hoseok’s cock harden against your ass, his hands holding you to him tighter as the bass dropped. You both dipped to the floor for a moment, your upper half staying lowered as you straightened your legs, hips still swivelling. 

The song ended moments later, Hoseok’s harsh breaths on the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine as you caught your breath as well. Slow claps filled the room in the absence of the turned up music, your eyes springing open to look around as though you just remembered your boyfriend was probably watching your whole performance. The boyfriend in question was the source of the claps, his hair tousled and eyes dark as he slowly clapped. He stopped abruptly, taking long, calm strides up to you and Hoseok before grabbing your upper arm in a harsh grip. Tugging you to the couch. 

He sat down with his grip intact, the hold he had forcing you to your knees between his spread legs. His grip shifted to your hair, tugging your head back as you whimpered.

“I’ve been watching you, pet. Galavanting around my party in that damn dress. Flirting with my friends? In front of me?”, he tsks, “And you thought you would get away with it? Really? Are you seriously that dumb? I’m not surprised. You’re just a cock hungry whore who would fuck her boyfriends friends to get more dick, isn’t that right?”

“No- No, I-“

A slap rung through the room, Jungkook tsking you again as he tugged on your hair again.

“Did I say you could talk? No? Then why are you fucking talking?”

You shook your head, eyes downcast. Jungkook scoffs and slaps you again, your cheek and scalp stinging at the joint pain.

“I asked you a question, slut. I expect you to answer it. Or are you already so cock drunk you can’t speak?”

“I-I’m sorry Kookie-“

Slap.

“Try again.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”, your voice was more steady, a few whispers catching you off guard as the rest of the boys settled down on the couch, clearly at a sharp look from the birthday boy.

“Better. Now, look around. These boys, my best friends, the ones you’re tryna fuck? Yeah, they’re gonna watch you suck my dick like a good toy and then you’re going to apologize for disrupting the party and being rude. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”, embarrassment flamed your cheeks as Jungkook shoved his jeans down his legs. 

His hands gripped your hair tightly, guiding your head to his cock as you shuddered at the attention. The intense stares spurred you on, lips parting to encase the head like you had done with the sauce spoon. Glancing up at Jungkook, you frowned internally seeing no reaction on his face. Doubling your efforts and sliding your mouth down his length until he pulled you up with a grunt and a condescending smile.

“You’re enjoying that too much, pet. This is a punishment. So take it well and maybe I’ll let you off easy later.”

Minutes later you were on your back, legs restrained and shaking in the solid grips of Yoongi and Namjoon while Jungkook held the vibrator against your clit. 

“It’s-Its too much! Please!”, you cried out for the fifth time as yet another orgasm washed over you, your moans breaking with the painful sensation that followed.

Your hips squirmed and your legs shook as Jungkook just shook his head, pressing the toy harder against you with a firm slap to your ass. His words were muffled in your ears, only picking up “Hoseok” and “throat”. You had no time to dwell on it, Hoseok’s long fingers wrapping around your throat with a firm squeeze. 

Your jaw dropped further, eyes rolling back as another orgasm wrecked your body, arms straining against the solid grips that held them still. Jungkook landed another slap to your sore ass, his eyes trained on the juice’s spilling down your thighs and ruining the couch.

“Dirty, dirty whore. Ruining the couch with your arousal. How dare you?”

You choked out an apology, vision going blank as Jungkook pulled the vibrator from your bundle of nerves just as you were about to come one final time. Your whines made them laugh as tears tracked down your cheeks, eyes closing and blush rising as you were released.

“If you think my last punishment is a ruined orgasm, you’re in for a horrible night, pet.”

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