yoonseokstuff

summary: you’re his best friend, sure you’re a bitch 95% of the time and you have absolutely no empathy but he loves you and you’re nice to him

warnings: smut, shy Jungkook, college au, sub!jungkook, female!reader, mentions of partying, drinking, smoking weed, humiliation kink, praise kink, virgin koo, he’s got a schlon, degradation, face sitting, riding, biting, hickies, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, READER IS A BITCH, mean girl x shy boy trope, mentions of past relationships, mentions of cheating, PORN WITH PLOT, needy kook, non protective sex, oral sex (both receiving), masturbation, jealousy, possessiveness, READER CUSSES A LOT, manipulative, tit play, JUNGKOOK LOVES BOOBS, cunnilingus

- You woke up, horrible hangover. You couldn’t even remember how many shots you had taken. You spent more time getting drinks than actually enjoying the party. It was around noon when you finally woke up. Jungkook’s bed feeling extra cozy today as you struggled to get up. You could hear people talking from beyond the door and it was driving you insane. Grumpily, you got up from bed — too fast might you add — you wore an old shirt of Jungkook’s and you looked in his drawer for some socks. You went to his bathroom, grabbing your extra toothbrush and brushing your morning breath away.

“Sleeping Beauty is awake,” Yoongi chuckled. You gave him your middle finger, throwing yourself on the couch carelessly. Jungkook was a huge fucking weeb and gamer. Him and his lame ass friends you surrounded yourself with. It had been just your friendship with Taehyung for a long time, and it was fine that way, until you met Jungkook. He was unbelievably shy at first, he still is sometimes, but he introduced you to some of his Comp Sci nerd friends and Taehyung liked them too much to not become friends with them.

You watched as Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook played some video game on the tv in the living room. You pushed your legs onto Yoongi’s lap, barely acknowledging Namjoon and Jin as they prepared an order of pizza on their phone. You played with Jungkook’s hair mindlessly as he sat just below you on the floor. He even leaned his head back every now and then whenever you’d slow down or completely stop. “Somebody set me up on a date with one your weeb friends,” you sighed, pulling your hand away as you sat up, “Or somebody who could give me a good dicking.”

“I’m right here just say the words,” Jimin chuckled. You rolled your eyes, “Aren’t you sleeping with that stupid hag?” He shrugged, “Yeah what about it? I think she’s going broke or something. This month she paid me like two hundred less.”

“Sleep with Jungkook,” Jin shrugged, “We all know damn well he needs some good cooch in his life. Or cooch in general, isn’t that right?” It wasn’t a secret that Jungkook was a virgin. The boy couldn’t even talk to you without stuttering let alone somebody he was actually interested in. The boys teased him a lot about it. You carressed the side of his face, “Kook wouldn’t be able to handle me for his first time. Isn’t that right Kookie? I’d break him.” He looked up, big doe eyes staring at you. He cleared his throat, snapping his eyes back to the screen in front of him. Your relationship with Jungkook was strictly platonic. He was an easy person to talk to and very comforting. You weren’t exactly sure why he liked being your friend, considering he’s a sensitive boy—but he claimed you were nice, to him at least.

You ended up leaving his place, heading back to your place. You were lucky enough that your best friend lived a few doors down from you. You weren’t sure what you’d do without her near. You let yourself in, paying no mind to the naked guy on her couch. He looked to you for a moment, cheeks turning beet red as you let yourself into her fridge. “When did you get here?” Your friend, Mina, came out from her bedroom wearing nothing but her undergarments. She sat on the guy’s lap. “Like two seconds ago. Do you have cereal?” You asked pulling the milk out. You haven’t had the chance to go grocery shopping yet. “Lucky Charms,” Mina turned to the guy, kissing his jaw lightly.

It was late again. You hadn’t bothered texting Jungkook or the others at all. You had a bad hangover and you just wanted to be in bed. You would’ve gladly stayed in Jungkook’s room if it weren’t for them being so loud in the living room. He had sent you a text.

kook🐰: can i come over?

you: idkkkkk. why? you miss me?

kook🐰: yes :( I gotta talk to u

you: did you get a girl preg or sum?

kook🐰: stopppp open up im here

You let out a sigh, it was dark out already and tomorrow was Sunday but you didn’t want to do anything tonight. Your roommate just got here too, and knowing her lazy ass she was probably in the living room pigging out. You didn’t bother glancing at her as you made your way to the door, opening it to find him waiting out there.

“Hey Jungkook!” Your roommate, Yeaun, smiled. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand as you pulled him behind you, “Don’t talk to him.” You hated her. She was an acquaintance of your ex, and she knew he was cheating but never said anything. The only reason you two still lived together was because neither one of you were going to pay to terminate the lease. “She’s so nice,” Jungkook smiled as he closed the door behind himself watching as you jumped onto your bed. You rolled your eyes, “If she’s so nice why don’t you go out there with her?”

He shook his head, laying down next to you, “Don’t wanna.” You sighed, hand going to play with his hair, he leaned into your touch, “Then what do you want?” He dug his face into the covers, mumbling. “Speak clearly Kook or get out.” He whined, lifting his head up, “There’s this girl I like. And I wanna ask her out but I don’t know how.”

“Say ‘Hey, will you suck my dick?’ And if she says no it’s not meant to be.” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “I’m being serious.” You let your phone rest on your chest, waiting for a text back from Mina. “Well that depends, who is she? Is she a weeb like you? If so I’m not helping some otakus get laid.” You teased him, he rolled his eyes at you, “Stop seriously, I just need your help. We have Psych together and she’s super nice, you might know her, Kang Jisoo?”

You let out a laugh, not meaning for it to come out so harsh but it slipped, “Oh god the weirdo? You like Ugly Betty? Iconic. Didn’t take her as your type.” He sighed, pushing himself off your bed, “Taehyung was right, I shouldn’t have asked you for help.”

“I’m just playing don’t get your panties in a twist,” you chuckled, still barely able to hold in your laughter. There wasn’t anything wrong with Jisoo actuallt. She was just boring to look at or to talk to, or to sit next to. There was literally nothing special about her. Her glasses too big for her face. Her hair always had a greasy shine to it like the girl didn’t know what a shower was. And she had a nasally voice that drove you and Taehyung insane in Advanced Composition. And she was a know-it-all. A Hermione Granger but a thousand times worse than your Wizarding World queen. “Um first of all, just be upfront and ask her out the normal way. It’s not hard, you’re hot she’ll say yes,” you shrugged.

It was hard to take you seriously. If you weren’t being bitchy you were being sarcastic. It was hard to find the line between you being serious and not since you treated everything like a joke. You and Tae sat in Advanced Composition. Lucky enough for you, Jisoo was currently going on about some TedTalk she had seen about the effects of technology in a classroom. Her and the Professor were going back and forth. “I’d so do Professor Lee,” you told him eyefucking the man mentioned. He was young, radiated Dead Poets Society energy. “You’d fuck anything,” Tae said, brows furrowed as he listened to what Jisoo was saying, “I’m surprised Jungkook told you that he was attracted to someone.”

“Why are you surprised?” The professor’s eyes landed on you for a moment and you were two seconds away from jumping down your row to suck his dick.

He sighed, “Well because you’re made for each other. I figured you’d be mad or he’d be too nervous to tell you. You know the guy doesn’t do anything that you wouldn’t like.” You chuckled quietly, “That’s stupid. I love Jungkook, I seriously do but let’s be honest. If him and I were together in that way I’d make him cry.”

It was lunch, you sat in the lunchroom with the boys and Mina. You and Mina were talking about all the things you’d let Professor Lee do to you. Personally you wouldn’t mind if he bent you over someone’s desk and manhandled you. She preferred to let him take her in the backseat of a car. “You’re gross,” Jungkook scrunched his nose in disgust, “He’s a teacher.” You rolled your eyes, “You’ve never had a teacher x student fantasy? Try it with Jisoo, maybe she can be your librarian.”

“Stop,” he whined, gripping the hem of your shirt from the back. You pinched his cheek playfully, “Aw okay, my little Kookie.” He winced, looking to Jimin who smiled from across the table, “Jisoo just got here. If you’re going to ask her to hang out tonight you better go do it now.”

“I can’t,” he looked to her, twiddling his fingers nervously, “What if she says no?” Mina sighed, “What are we doing tonight?” You pushed Jungkook out of his seat, “Hurry up before I tell her you said her cootie cat smells like ham.” He looked back to you, brows knitted together as he stumbled out of the chair. Taehyung shrugged, “Jungkook wants us over at his place so he feels more comfortable when she comes over. You guys should come, bring beer too.”

It was actually a surprise when Jungkook said she was at the door. You seriously thought she wouldn’t show up, but there she was backpack in hand and textbooks. “Oh... I don’t know why I brought my backpack,” she blushed looking behind Jungkook at the group of people. “Jisoo you know them all right? That’s Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Mina and Y/n. Come in.”

The girl wasn’t that bad, you couldn’t lie and say she was. She was just boring and watching her and Jungkook talk to each other was like watching a shitty Hallmark production. “Y/n, question, you dated Hoseok right?” Jisoo asked, looking to you as you and Mina were focused on taking selfie’s to send to whatever guy was snap chatting you. You stiffened for a moment, “Uh yeah, why?”

“He’s dating my friend right now, I just wanted to know if he was a nice guy,” Jisoo shrugged looking back down to where he’d and Jungkook had been playing some video game together. Tae put his hand on your knee, mouthing easy tiger. You forced a smile, “The nicest guy you’ll ever meet.”

“That’s good. I don’t want him to hurt Jina, she’s too nice for that.”

“So should only people who aren’t nice be hurt then?” You asked, head tilting to the side. Taehyung’s grip on your knee tightened. She shook her head not picking up on your tone, “No. Not like that at all. I’m just saying, Jina is too sensitive for that stuff. She gets hurt easily and she has good intentions so I don’t want Hoseok to break her heart.”

You chuckled, typing away on your phone, “Jina’s a fucking cunt so I hope Hoseok breaks that little heart of hers.” It fell quiet. Jisoo’s eyes lingering on yours. You arched a brow, urging her to say something. Jungkook looked to you, eyes begging to stop. And that was only going to fuel your anger. Because Jungkook knew exactly what Jina did to you and he was looking to you like you were the one in the wrong when Jisoo was the one to bring the guy up in the first place. “What?” Jisoo asked, head tilting to the side. You rolled your eyes, pushing Mina’s legs off your lap, “I’m gonna go get drunk or something.”

You didn’t see Jisoo again up close until Friday night. Taehyung had his arm around your shoulders as she walked in behind Jungkook. They both looked unbelievably out of element. Jungkook never came to parties unless with you so you wanted to know if he was shitting bricks yet. “Play nice kitten,” Yoongi poked your nose when he found them walking in. You rolled your eyes, tilting your cup back and letting the alcohol burn down your throat. You almost choked, eyes widening as you found the couple behind them two. You could feel your nostrils flare up. In walked Hoseok looking as confident as ever with his girlfriend on his arm. Or, correcting your terms ‘in walked the cheating son of a bitch and the side chick’. Two months. That’s how long ago your breakup with him was. Two years with him and seven months of your relationship was spent with him sleeping with Jina behind your back. You would’ve noticed it sooner if you were so lovestruck by the first guy you ever fell in love. If he didn’t tell you he loved you every night and slept in your bed you might’ve seen it coming. Jungkook looked uncomfortable next to them, eyes not wanting to meet yours.

You’d never admit it, but your relationship with Hoseok was why you slowly became less empathetic. Taehyung was the first to notice since he’d known you the longest. At first you weren’t the nicest but still manageable, but the man would gaslight the fuck out of you. Making you believe that everything was in your head and that if you would fight it was your fault. Then he blamed you when you found out he was sleeping with Jina. “Well if you were nicer to me I wouldn’t have don’t it.” “You’re crazy, I’m not sleeping with anyone else, why? Are you cheating on me? Is that why you want to think I’m cheating on you so bad?”

“He—“ you didn’t give Jungkook a chance to speak to you. The others had left but he came to you. You walked off to get another drink, him trailing after you like a puppy. “Please don’t be mad at me.” “I didn’t know she invited them.” You ignored him, feeling a small shot cup with Bacardi and taking it straight. He didn’t give up until you left to play Beer pong with Joon, Jin, and Tae. From the corner of your eye you could see him and Jisoo laughing happily and Jisoo making Hoseok and him talk. He would laugh with him too.

“Why’d you call Jina a cunt? What did you tell Jisoo?” You laughed, pouring yourself another drink when Hobi came up next to you. You didn’t say anything, adding a drop of soda to your Vodka before chugging it. “Stop drinking and answer me. She didn’t do anything to you, it was me.” “No it was both of you,” you finished the rest down, wincing at the taste for a moment, “You for being a cheater and her for knowing you were in a relationship and still choosing to fuck you. So, did I really lie? Or is she actually a cunt?”

“And you think you’re a saint or something?” Hoseok asked snatching the bottle out of your hands, “If you weren’t such a fucking alcoholic we’d still be together but you had to go and fuck around. What’d you expect? I’d just watch you ruin yourself and not fall for anyone?”

“Is that the excuse you’re using now? I thought you cheated because I was mean,” you chuckled, “Or no you said because I was too nice. No, because I didn’t give you enough attention. Wait that doesn’t sound right, you said it was because I wouldn’t party with you. But now it’s because I drink?”

“You’re still on that?” Another voice piped in. You rolled your eyes, Jina’s voice filling you ears. At one point you thought she your friend too. You’d study together and text often, sometimes hanging out to shop, but clearly she was just trying to get closer to Hobi. “Look, leave it in the past if you’re over him let it go.” You ignored her, filling your cup once again.

“Or are you just mad that Jisoo is fucking Jungkook?” She added. To that you had to laugh. First of all, nobody was fucking Jungkook but you weren’t going to say that. The two had barely started talking a couple weeks ago and he was still a fat virgin. “Y/n,” Jungkook called for you, Jisoo on his arm. “Just admit that you’re bitter because nobody wants you,” Jina said, you could hear Jisoo snicker behind you.

Taehyung had heard. He was coming as fast as he could before it escalated any further. But by the time he got there, the damage had been done. Your drink covered Jina from head to toe, the cup resting on the top of her head. “Get out,” he told the group, looking to Jungkook with hard eyes. You didn’t expect Jungkook to follow them out, but you let it be. He must’ve liked Jisoo a lot to go after her, or maybe he was tired of you too, you didn’t care. You spent the night hooking with someone else anyway to fuck the night out of you.

- You ignored his texts for a whole month. Not letting him hang out with you. You didn’t even look to Jisoo once or bother asking the others to hang out. You hung out with Mina, occasionally sparking conversation with whoever she was fucking while she was showering. They were boring to say the least. You didn’t eat in the lunchroom and you didn’t bother sitting near him during class. You could see him wanting to talk to you but he never did.

It was Saturday night. You didn’t go out surprisingly. There was knocking on your door, and you opened it assuming it was some guy who forgot his keys in your room. But it was Jungkook, hair a mess and eyes red. “Please let me in.” “No.” You could hear him sniffling, a tear falling, “I can’t take you being mad at me anymore.”

“I’m not mad Jungkook, you chose your side,” you shrugged moving to the side so he could cry his eyes out away from your nosy ass neighbors. He shook his head, “No. No that’s not right.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” your finger pushed against his chest, “I saw you walk out with them at Tae’s party.” He shook his head again, “I only did it to tell her I didn’t want to see her anymore.” You rolled your eyes watching as he full on cried in front of you like the pussy he was, “She tried telling me that you were mean and a bitch and I told her to shut up. I told her that you were the nicest person ever and that Hoseok was a dick for treating you like shit and that Jina was a cunt.”

You laughed dryly, lightly pushing his shoulder back, “And you expect me to believe you of all people said that? Please Jungkook everyone knows you don’t have a spine.” He nodded reaching for you but you moved away, “I did! I tried telling Taehyung because you were closest to him but he wouldn’t listen either. And Yoongi hyung was mad at me too. And I couldn’t tell you because you blocked my number. And-and in class you sat so far from me. And I didn’t see you during lunch so I thought I’d give you space but I can’t do it anymore. I miss you.”

“Shut up,” you looked at him, his eyes watered at your slightly disgusted face, “You are too much of a coward to say anything. Jisoo found out you were a virgin and left you huh?” “Stop!” He yelled, brows scrunching, “Stop talking about Jisoo. I didn’t even like her that much. I just thought maybe if I were to be with her you’d get jealous and want me but clearly it didn’t work out well. But she was so mean and I didn’t like her at all but I didn’t know how to tell her to leave me alone.”

“Because you’re a pussy.” You ignored the part where he said he was trying to make you jealous. Realization hitting when you finally processed what he said, “You tried making me jealous by trying to fuck the girl who is best friends with the cunt who stole my douchebag boyfriend? Yeah what a great plan Jungkook.”

“I never wanted to sleep with her!” He shook his head taking a step closer to her, “I wanted to sleep with you but you always said that I wouldn’t be able to handle you and that’s why you didn’t want to sleep with me. So I thought that if I tried making you jealous with Jisoo then you’d fuck me. I mean you’d let me fuck you.” You laughed, walking away from him, “Aw, does little Jungkook want to get fucked by me? And why Jisoo of all people?”

“Because she’s completely opposite of you so I wanted you to be mad that I was interested in her when you are so much better. Plus she’s the only who likes me.”

“God you’re an idiot,” you rolled your eyes making your way to your room, “You’re hot Jungkook. You could’ve made me jealous with anybody else.” His head lifted up, “Were you jealous?” You shook your head, “Of course not. I’m better than her. She’s just a cunt.” He nodded his head following you into your room, “Yes and she’s mean. You’re nice, to me at least. She was so mean to me. She got so mad when I said you were nice.” You put your hands on his face, pulling him close for a small peck on the lips. His eyes shut, clearing his throat, “W-what?

“You said you wanted to fuck so let’s do it,” you shrugged going to lie on your bed. Truthfully you weren’t too mad at Jungkook. You had already told yourself that you’d forgive him when he came crying to you but you weren’t going to tell him that. “B-but, I thought you were mad at me,” he shook his head suddenly growing nervous. You smiled, “I am, you’re going to fuck the anger out of me Kook. Maybe I was a little jealous you wanted Jisoo over me when I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“I didn’t choose her over you,” he immediately came to you, “I just wanted experience before I made a move on you.” You laughed, hand going to play with his hair, “Make a move on me? And you think you’d be able to get that experience with Jisoo? She doesn’t know you like I do Kook.” He nodded his head agreeing with you. “She’d probably want you to fuck her hard on a park bench, would you be able to do that?”

His eyes widened, “In public?” You had a feeling your Kookie would be a bit more submissive. Hell, the amount of times you’ve seen him close to blowing his load just by cuddling you was insane. There was absolutely no way he’d be into any dom shit on his part but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play with him. To be honest you’ve been waiting for the chance to. You smiled, “Have you kissed her?” He looked down, “Yes.” “Show me.” He looked scared, looking at you with dark eyes already looking blown out. He nodded his head, moving closer to you and softly touching your lips with his. You could feel the inexperience but you didn’t let it stop you from swiping your tongue against him until he let you devour the inside of his mouth. He was very disappointed when you began to pull away, his eyes closed and head moving forward to chase you. “Lay down.”

He did so quite quickly, rolling back until he was lying on your pillows. He looked so fucked out from a small kiss and you were ready to completely destroy him. You crawl on top of you bed, placing your hands on either side of his hips as you made your way up, watching him gulp at your cleavage close to spilling out in your tank top. You knew Jungkook was a boob guy. Hell the guy was bad at hiding it when you’d sleep over at his place and cuddle and during the night his hands would magically find their way to your chest. You leaned over him, crotch hovering just above his own as you arched your back letting your chest touch his, “You’ve been really bad Kookie, trying to make me jealous knowing damn well I’m the only person you want to fuck.” His mouth opened to speak but no words came out. A small gasp escaped as you lowered your head, leaving small kisses against his neck. You kissed his jaw, a whimper coming out as you applied a bit of pressure just behind his ear. His eye squeezed shut at the feelings balls fisting your sheets. You smiled, lightly biting his jaw before lifting yourself back up, “Let’s take this shirt off. I wanna see you.” He was quick to follow your orders the second you leaned back giving him room. And, even if it wasn’t the first time you’d seen his toned stomach damn was it a sight to see, “Mmm my baby is pretty.” You let the word slip out, watching him nod his head absentmindedly as you lowered your head again this time kissing his collarbone and lightly sucking lower and lower until you were over his mound. He had amazing pecs. Your hand came up, landing on one of his buds and squeezing lightly. His back shot up, arching into your touch with a whine as you licked the other one teasingly. “Does pretty baby like his tits played with? Would Jisoo suck on your tits like this?” He shook hs head, mouth opening to speak but all that came out were whines. You pulled away, lightly biting the bud with you as you made work on the other side. “Do you want Jisoo to play with your tits?”

He shook his head, “Only you. You, mm,” he sighed in content as your finger grazed against his stomach, lowering to where his underwear showed just above his sweats. The guy was hard, you could feel him poking you. And you were getting so turned on knowing it was because of you. You shorts stuck to your thighs, threatening to let your slick seep through them as well. You sat up, just against his groin, as you pulled your shirt over your head. He was looking at you in complete bliss as his fists clenched the sheets while you very slowly removed your bra. You let your hands trail up, taking your boobs in them, rocking for a second against him as he sighed, “Kookie I want you to touch me too. You don’t want to touch me?” “I wanna!” He stuck his hands out, you shook your head clicking your tongue, “Nuh uh. With your mouth first. I know you’ve dreamt about sucking my tits. Show me that you’re a good boy. You scooted up, leaning forward and dragging your chest against his face. You could hear him gasp for air and when you looked at him Goddamn you could’ve came from just that. He looked at you, big tits pressed against his cheeks, eyes big and innocent. And then he went and did it, nudged your bud with his nose before bringing it to his mouth like a starved man. His hand came up to your abandoned breast and kneaded it gently, “Soft,” he moaned as you flipped your hair to one shoulder watching as he seemed almost starved for your tits not able to choose which he wanted to squeeze and suck on, “Love. Love em. Love you.” He didn’t react to his words, so you chose not to either. It was small and you were letting him suck on your tits. He was just talking out of his ass because you got him horny.

You were soaked. You needed more, but as you tried pulling away he only groaned. “Baby come on I want to make you feel good down there.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and sucking making you let out a small whine. His ears perked up, doing it again. You had to push yourself off him to get him to let go. You shimmied down, his eyes going from your face to your chest to where you sat between his legs now. The sweat did very little to hide his erection. You smiled, hooking your finger with the underwear and sweats and pulled it down in one go. You moaned at the sight. His pretty dick sprung up smacking his lower stomach making him hiss and arch his back again. It was so pretty pale and pink with no hair and a mushroom tip. You leaned down, not thinking much as you took in the smell of his soap mouth watering at the sight. “Oh my god Jungkook,” you moaned looking at the length. If you knew your best friend was packing this monster you wouldn’t have bother fucking other guys. His hips bucked involuntarily, head thrown back as he stared at the wall, “Do something Y/n.” You clicked your tongue again, “Maybe we should stop here. I bet Jisoo would love to have this big cock in front of her.”

“No!” He bucked again, “No don’t want Jisoo. I want you,” he whined. You chuckled, watching as his tip reddened, vein bulging out. He huffed, “Always wanted you.” “Really? And when you couldn’t have me? What did you do?” Your head tilted to the side as he looked down at you, sweat dripping off his hair, “Would you touch your virgin dick?” He nodded his head, turning his face into the pillows as you dragged your finger against the length lightly. He moaned at that. “Show me.” You watched as his hands trailed down, slowly rubbing his palm against the length. It was so stiff his touches made him wince. You watched closely as he palmed it gently, finger coming to separate his balls. “What did you think about?” You asked watching as his free hand came to his nipple, “You. You kissing me. Touching my dick. Sucking it.”

“Yeah? Were you in control?” He nodded shyly making you laugh, “Then take control show me.” He shook his head, “Don’t wanna.” He was such a brat. You leaned forward, thigh touching his dick, he bucked toward it gently, “Spit.” He looked down at your hand, spitting into it and watching as you spit in the other and rubbed them together, coming down to hold his cock abruptly. He let out a loud moan, back arching once against as you quickly worked him, “Did you want me to be gentle?” He didn’t answer, too busy struggling on the mattress in ecstasy, “Do you think bad boys deserved to be treated nice? Do good boys try and make others jealous? Huh?”

“No,” he shook his head eyes squeezed shut. You smirked, his mouth opened wide when you kissed the tip. Slowly easing him into your mouth you pushed his hips down to keep him from moving. He got more vocal, hands struggling to find purchase before he gripped the headboard almost screaming, “Cum. Go—nna cum!” You shook your head moaning at the taste his precum letting your tongue slide against the underside of his thick cock. You pulled up with a pop catching your breath, “Not until I say so.” He shook his head when you went back down, stuttering.

And then he did it. Screaming your name and headboard hitting the wall as thick spurts of liquid hit your throat. You gagged making him shudder as it continued on. You swallowed every drop enjoying the bittersweet taste. Your nipples were hard. And your shorts were beginning to get uncomfortable. You hopped off the bed, watching as he struggled to catch his breath. He watched as you began to shimmy out of your shorts and ruined panties, “I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, “I told you not to come.” You almost laughed watching the small tear trail down, “Now you’re gonna watch me play with my pussy until you’re hard again and can fuck me right.” He sighed, more tears falling. His stomach tensed as you took a seat just above where his limp dick fell. He was crying and spitting out apologies as he watched you. You slowly opened your legs, your wetness hitting his stomach making him groan. His breath became heavy watching as you groped your breasts again, hand coming down to your clit. Your rubbed gently, hand picking up the wetness to make it smoother as you rubbed yourself. “God I need you to fuck me,” you moaned, “Look how wet you make me Kookie.”

“So wet,” he agreed licking his lips. His tears were drying, he opened his mouth watching as you touched your lips softly. You smiled bringing two fingers into his mouth watching as he sucked on them hungrily. You brought them down, teasing your entrance. You threw your head back, going for it and pushing one finger in. He watched closely, hands gripping the sheets, “Hold me Kookie.” He nodded, he squeezed your waist. One hand flying up to your chest as you played with yourself. He groaned watching your now two fingers in and out. “You’re so big you’re not going to fit. Maybe you should fuck Jisoo’s loose pussy instead.”

He shook his head whining, “I don’t wanna! Wanna fuck you! Need to be inside you.” You smiled looking back. His dick was slowly hardening again. You brought your free hand back to touch his dick, he shuddered immediately. You basically humped his abs, your slick creating a puddle on his stomach. “I want you to stretch me. I don’t wanna wait anymore Jungkook. Need you inside me.” He nodded watching as you slowly slid back, pussy lips grinding and soaking his hard cock. He moaned loudly digging his head into the pillows. You smirked, slowly you reached for his dick aiming at your entrance. You had to be slow, careful not to impale yourself on his monster cock. But then he bucked his hips, and down you came loud moans falling from the both of you. It hurt, not fully adjusting but Jungkook squirming underneath you made it hard to care. You leaned forward hands against his stomach squeezing your tits as you began to rock slowly, “So good baby. You feel so good.”

He moaned watched your tits bounce, “Mm.” You lifted your hips, letting them fall down, his hand came up gripping your tits in large hand and squeezing. You let out a loud whine in surprise head falling forward. “I need you to be a good boy and fuck me.”

He shook his head eyes squeezed shut. You watched as one hand gripped your big tits and the other squeezed the top of the headboard as you bounced, “Fuck me hard Kookie I know you can do it.” “Don’t wanna hurt you.” “Hurt me. Do it hard and fast or else I’m leaving.”

“No!” You yelped in surprise as his hand hit your ass, gripping you tightly. You groaned as he was quick to flip you around, hovering above you still holding the headboard. You wrapped your legs around him, hand touching his thick ass. “Fuck me like you mean it.” He shook his head, eyes not opening, “Can’t hurt you.”

He held your waist up with his free hand, using you like a toy impaling you with his cock. You both were a moaning mess. “Harder Jungkook!” You whined moving your hips but he didn’t let you, instead shaking his head, “Do it. Call me a slut baby.”

You sighed trying to urge him to do more with all those muscles and fat cock of his. “Fine, then I’ll go find someone else to fuck. Do you want that? When you got here I thought — mm —- I thought you were some guy I fucked a week ago —-ugh,” you threw your head back. He was still shaking no.

“Thought you were the guy coming back to fuck me.”

“Shut up,” he shouted pushing down until he collapsed on top of you. You smile watching his inexperienced hips rut against you. “Thought you were the guy who was going to fuck me right.”

“Shut up,” he repeated going harder hand coming up to your throat, “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.” You gasped as he squeezed head shooting up to capture your mouth in his hungrily and messy. You liked it messy. “He pulled on my hair and I called him daddy.”

“Slut,” he cried, against your mouth breathing like an animal, “Gonna cum.”

“And he made me cum first unlike you. You’re little virgin dick can’t make me cum.” He shook his head as you moaned, sliding out before plunging back in, “Fucking slut. Slut for cock,” he whined going harder leaving you breathless, “My cock only.”

You shook your head, “You gonna cum for me baby?” He nodded, head dipping to your tits and lying there, “Cum. Need you. Cum.” He went harder, you brought your hand down, playing with your clit so you could come with him. He whined as your finger grazed his dick. You snaked other hand around, cupping his balls and rubbing them against your folds watching as he stuttered above you.

“Ah!” He yelled, “Gonna cum!” “Cum inside baby,” he didn’t need to be told twice. Completely collapsing on top of you as he filled you up. You moaned at the feeling. He was breathing heavy, face flush against your tits too scared to pull out, “So good.”

The tears came back, he winced as you moved your legs from around him. He cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“For what baby?”

“For trying to make you jealous. For letting them treat you like that. For not making you cum,” he dug his face further mouth opening slightly around your mound. You were pretty sure he had an oral fixation kink. You shook your head, “Don’t worry baby, next time.”

“No,” he lifted his head, “Need you to cum now,” he huffed clearly determined as he lowered himself face to face with you drenched pussy leaking his cum. “What do I do?” “Kiss it,” your hands came up to squeeze your boobs. You let out a small mewl as his nose bumped your clit, slowly inhaling your scent mixed with his cum. You were surprised to see him so eager to kiss your pussy. He moaned at the taste going more in and letting his tongue pop out.

summary: you’re his best friend, sure you’re a bitch 95% of the time and you have absolutely no empathy but he loves you and you’re nice to him

warnings: smut, shy Jungkook, college au, sub!jungkook, female!reader, mentions of partying, drinking, smoking weed, humiliation kink, praise kink, virgin koo, he’s got a schlon, degradation, face sitting, riding, biting, hickies, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, READER IS A BITCH, mean girl x shy boy trope, mentions of past relationships, mentions of cheating, PORN WITH PLOT, needy kook, non protective sex, oral sex (both receiving), masturbation, jealousy, possessiveness, READER CUSSES A LOT, manipulative, tit play, JUNGKOOK LOVES BOOBS, cunnilingus

- You woke up, horrible hangover. You couldn’t even remember how many shots you had taken. You spent more time getting drinks than actually enjoying the party. It was around noon when you finally woke up. Jungkook’s bed feeling extra cozy today as you struggled to get up. You could hear people talking from beyond the door and it was driving you insane. Grumpily, you got up from bed — too fast might you add — you wore an old shirt of Jungkook’s and you looked in his drawer for some socks. You went to his bathroom, grabbing your extra toothbrush and brushing your morning breath away.

“Sleeping Beauty is awake,” Yoongi chuckled. You gave him your middle finger, throwing yourself on the couch carelessly. Jungkook was a huge fucking weeb and gamer. Him and his lame ass friends you surrounded yourself with. It had been just your friendship with Taehyung for a long time, and it was fine that way, until you met Jungkook. He was unbelievably shy at first, he still is sometimes, but he introduced you to some of his Comp Sci nerd friends and Taehyung liked them too much to not become friends with them.

You watched as Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook played some video game on the tv in the living room. You pushed your legs onto Yoongi’s lap, barely acknowledging Namjoon and Jin as they prepared an order of pizza on their phone. You played with Jungkook’s hair mindlessly as he sat just below you on the floor. He even leaned his head back every now and then whenever you’d slow down or completely stop. “Somebody set me up on a date with one your weeb friends,” you sighed, pulling your hand away as you sat up, “Or somebody who could give me a good dicking.”

“I’m right here just say the words,” Jimin chuckled. You rolled your eyes, “Aren’t you sleeping with that stupid hag?” He shrugged, “Yeah what about it? I think she’s going broke or something. This month she paid me like two hundred less.”

“Sleep with Jungkook,” Jin shrugged, “We all know damn well he needs some good cooch in his life. Or cooch in general, isn’t that right?” It wasn’t a secret that Jungkook was a virgin. The boy couldn’t even talk to you without stuttering let alone somebody he was actually interested in. The boys teased him a lot about it. You carressed the side of his face, “Kook wouldn’t be able to handle me for his first time. Isn’t that right Kookie? I’d break him.” He looked up, big doe eyes staring at you. He cleared his throat, snapping his eyes back to the screen in front of him. Your relationship with Jungkook was strictly platonic. He was an easy person to talk to and very comforting. You weren’t exactly sure why he liked being your friend, considering he’s a sensitive boy—but he claimed you were nice, to him at least.

You ended up leaving his place, heading back to your place. You were lucky enough that your best friend lived a few doors down from you. You weren’t sure what you’d do without her near. You let yourself in, paying no mind to the naked guy on her couch. He looked to you for a moment, cheeks turning beet red as you let yourself into her fridge. “When did you get here?” Your friend, Mina, came out from her bedroom wearing nothing but her undergarments. She sat on the guy’s lap. “Like two seconds ago. Do you have cereal?” You asked pulling the milk out. You haven’t had the chance to go grocery shopping yet. “Lucky Charms,” Mina turned to the guy, kissing his jaw lightly.

It was late again. You hadn’t bothered texting Jungkook or the others at all. You had a bad hangover and you just wanted to be in bed. You would’ve gladly stayed in Jungkook’s room if it weren’t for them being so loud in the living room. He had sent you a text.

kook🐰: can i come over?

you: idkkkkk. why? you miss me?

kook🐰: yes :( I gotta talk to u

you: did you get a girl preg or sum?

kook🐰: stopppp open up im here

You let out a sigh, it was dark out already and tomorrow was Sunday but you didn’t want to do anything tonight. Your roommate just got here too, and knowing her lazy ass she was probably in the living room pigging out. You didn’t bother glancing at her as you made your way to the door, opening it to find him waiting out there.

“Hey Jungkook!” Your roommate, Yeaun, smiled. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand as you pulled him behind you, “Don’t talk to him.” You hated her. She was an acquaintance of your ex, and she knew he was cheating but never said anything. The only reason you two still lived together was because neither one of you were going to pay to terminate the lease. “She’s so nice,” Jungkook smiled as he closed the door behind himself watching as you jumped onto your bed. You rolled your eyes, “If she’s so nice why don’t you go out there with her?”

He shook his head, laying down next to you, “Don’t wanna.” You sighed, hand going to play with his hair, he leaned into your touch, “Then what do you want?” He dug his face into the covers, mumbling. “Speak clearly Kook or get out.” He whined, lifting his head up, “There’s this girl I like. And I wanna ask her out but I don’t know how.”

“Say ‘Hey, will you suck my dick?’ And if she says no it’s not meant to be.” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “I’m being serious.” You let your phone rest on your chest, waiting for a text back from Mina. “Well that depends, who is she? Is she a weeb like you? If so I’m not helping some otakus get laid.” You teased him, he rolled his eyes at you, “Stop seriously, I just need your help. We have Psych together and she’s super nice, you might know her, Kang Jisoo?”

You let out a laugh, not meaning for it to come out so harsh but it slipped, “Oh god the weirdo? You like Ugly Betty? Iconic. Didn’t take her as your type.” He sighed, pushing himself off your bed, “Taehyung was right, I shouldn’t have asked you for help.”

“I’m just playing don’t get your panties in a twist,” you chuckled, still barely able to hold in your laughter. There wasn’t anything wrong with Jisoo actuallt. She was just boring to look at or to talk to, or to sit next to. There was literally nothing special about her. Her glasses too big for her face. Her hair always had a greasy shine to it like the girl didn’t know what a shower was. And she had a nasally voice that drove you and Taehyung insane in Advanced Composition. And she was a know-it-all. A Hermione Granger but a thousand times worse than your Wizarding World queen. “Um first of all, just be upfront and ask her out the normal way. It’s not hard, you’re hot she’ll say yes,” you shrugged.

It was hard to take you seriously. If you weren’t being bitchy you were being sarcastic. It was hard to find the line between you being serious and not since you treated everything like a joke. You and Tae sat in Advanced Composition. Lucky enough for you, Jisoo was currently going on about some TedTalk she had seen about the effects of technology in a classroom. Her and the Professor were going back and forth. “I’d so do Professor Lee,” you told him eyefucking the man mentioned. He was young, radiated Dead Poets Society energy. “You’d fuck anything,” Tae said, brows furrowed as he listened to what Jisoo was saying, “I’m surprised Jungkook told you that he was attracted to someone.”

“Why are you surprised?” The professor’s eyes landed on you for a moment and you were two seconds away from jumping down your row to suck his dick.

He sighed, “Well because you’re made for each other. I figured you’d be mad or he’d be too nervous to tell you. You know the guy doesn’t do anything that you wouldn’t like.” You chuckled quietly, “That’s stupid. I love Jungkook, I seriously do but let’s be honest. If him and I were together in that way I’d make him cry.”

It was lunch, you sat in the lunchroom with the boys and Mina. You and Mina were talking about all the things you’d let Professor Lee do to you. Personally you wouldn’t mind if he bent you over someone’s desk and manhandled you. She preferred to let him take her in the backseat of a car. “You’re gross,” Jungkook scrunched his nose in disgust, “He’s a teacher.” You rolled your eyes, “You’ve never had a teacher x student fantasy? Try it with Jisoo, maybe she can be your librarian.”

“Stop,” he whined, gripping the hem of your shirt from the back. You pinched his cheek playfully, “Aw okay, my little Kookie.” He winced, looking to Jimin who smiled from across the table, “Jisoo just got here. If you’re going to ask her to hang out tonight you better go do it now.”

“I can’t,” he looked to her, twiddling his fingers nervously, “What if she says no?” Mina sighed, “What are we doing tonight?” You pushed Jungkook out of his seat, “Hurry up before I tell her you said her cootie cat smells like ham.” He looked back to you, brows knitted together as he stumbled out of the chair. Taehyung shrugged, “Jungkook wants us over at his place so he feels more comfortable when she comes over. You guys should come, bring beer too.”

It was actually a surprise when Jungkook said she was at the door. You seriously thought she wouldn’t show up, but there she was backpack in hand and textbooks. “Oh... I don’t know why I brought my backpack,” she blushed looking behind Jungkook at the group of people. “Jisoo you know them all right? That’s Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Mina and Y/n. Come in.”

The girl wasn’t that bad, you couldn’t lie and say she was. She was just boring and watching her and Jungkook talk to each other was like watching a shitty Hallmark production. “Y/n, question, you dated Hoseok right?” Jisoo asked, looking to you as you and Mina were focused on taking selfie’s to send to whatever guy was snap chatting you. You stiffened for a moment, “Uh yeah, why?”

“He’s dating my friend right now, I just wanted to know if he was a nice guy,” Jisoo shrugged looking back down to where he’d and Jungkook had been playing some video game together. Tae put his hand on your knee, mouthing easy tiger. You forced a smile, “The nicest guy you’ll ever meet.”

“That’s good. I don’t want him to hurt Jina, she’s too nice for that.”

“So should only people who aren’t nice be hurt then?” You asked, head tilting to the side. Taehyung’s grip on your knee tightened. She shook her head not picking up on your tone, “No. Not like that at all. I’m just saying, Jina is too sensitive for that stuff. She gets hurt easily and she has good intentions so I don’t want Hoseok to break her heart.”

You chuckled, typing away on your phone, “Jina’s a fucking cunt so I hope Hoseok breaks that little heart of hers.” It fell quiet. Jisoo’s eyes lingering on yours. You arched a brow, urging her to say something. Jungkook looked to you, eyes begging to stop. And that was only going to fuel your anger. Because Jungkook knew exactly what Jina did to you and he was looking to you like you were the one in the wrong when Jisoo was the one to bring the guy up in the first place. “What?” Jisoo asked, head tilting to the side. You rolled your eyes, pushing Mina’s legs off your lap, “I’m gonna go get drunk or something.”

You didn’t see Jisoo again up close until Friday night. Taehyung had his arm around your shoulders as she walked in behind Jungkook. They both looked unbelievably out of element. Jungkook never came to parties unless with you so you wanted to know if he was shitting bricks yet. “Play nice kitten,” Yoongi poked your nose when he found them walking in. You rolled your eyes, tilting your cup back and letting the alcohol burn down your throat. You almost choked, eyes widening as you found the couple behind them two. You could feel your nostrils flare up. In walked Hoseok looking as confident as ever with his girlfriend on his arm. Or, correcting your terms ‘in walked the cheating son of a bitch and the side chick’. Two months. That’s how long ago your breakup with him was. Two years with him and seven months of your relationship was spent with him sleeping with Jina behind your back. You would’ve noticed it sooner if you were so lovestruck by the first guy you ever fell in love. If he didn’t tell you he loved you every night and slept in your bed you might’ve seen it coming. Jungkook looked uncomfortable next to them, eyes not wanting to meet yours.

You’d never admit it, but your relationship with Hoseok was why you slowly became less empathetic. Taehyung was the first to notice since he’d known you the longest. At first you weren’t the nicest but still manageable, but the man would gaslight the fuck out of you. Making you believe that everything was in your head and that if you would fight it was your fault. Then he blamed you when you found out he was sleeping with Jina. “Well if you were nicer to me I wouldn’t have don’t it.” “You’re crazy, I’m not sleeping with anyone else, why? Are you cheating on me? Is that why you want to think I’m cheating on you so bad?”

“He—“ you didn’t give Jungkook a chance to speak to you. The others had left but he came to you. You walked off to get another drink, him trailing after you like a puppy. “Please don’t be mad at me.” “I didn’t know she invited them.” You ignored him, feeling a small shot cup with Bacardi and taking it straight. He didn’t give up until you left to play Beer pong with Joon, Jin, and Tae. From the corner of your eye you could see him and Jisoo laughing happily and Jisoo making Hoseok and him talk. He would laugh with him too.

“Why’d you call Jina a cunt? What did you tell Jisoo?” You laughed, pouring yourself another drink when Hobi came up next to you. You didn’t say anything, adding a drop of soda to your Vodka before chugging it. “Stop drinking and answer me. She didn’t do anything to you, it was me.” “No it was both of you,” you finished the rest down, wincing at the taste for a moment, “You for being a cheater and her for knowing you were in a relationship and still choosing to fuck you. So, did I really lie? Or is she actually a cunt?”

“And you think you’re a saint or something?” Hoseok asked snatching the bottle out of your hands, “If you weren’t such a fucking alcoholic we’d still be together but you had to go and fuck around. What’d you expect? I’d just watch you ruin yourself and not fall for anyone?”

“Is that the excuse you’re using now? I thought you cheated because I was mean,” you chuckled, “Or no you said because I was too nice. No, because I didn’t give you enough attention. Wait that doesn’t sound right, you said it was because I wouldn’t party with you. But now it’s because I drink?”

“You’re still on that?” Another voice piped in. You rolled your eyes, Jina’s voice filling you ears. At one point you thought she your friend too. You’d study together and text often, sometimes hanging out to shop, but clearly she was just trying to get closer to Hobi. “Look, leave it in the past if you’re over him let it go.” You ignored her, filling your cup once again.

“Or are you just mad that Jisoo is fucking Jungkook?” She added. To that you had to laugh. First of all, nobody was fucking Jungkook but you weren’t going to say that. The two had barely started talking a couple weeks ago and he was still a fat virgin. “Y/n,” Jungkook called for you, Jisoo on his arm. “Just admit that you’re bitter because nobody wants you,” Jina said, you could hear Jisoo snicker behind you.

Taehyung had heard. He was coming as fast as he could before it escalated any further. But by the time he got there, the damage had been done. Your drink covered Jina from head to toe, the cup resting on the top of her head. “Get out,” he told the group, looking to Jungkook with hard eyes. You didn’t expect Jungkook to follow them out, but you let it be. He must’ve liked Jisoo a lot to go after her, or maybe he was tired of you too, you didn’t care. You spent the night hooking with someone else anyway to fuck the night out of you.

- You ignored his texts for a whole month. Not letting him hang out with you. You didn’t even look to Jisoo once or bother asking the others to hang out. You hung out with Mina, occasionally sparking conversation with whoever she was fucking while she was showering. They were boring to say the least. You didn’t eat in the lunchroom and you didn’t bother sitting near him during class. You could see him wanting to talk to you but he never did.

It was Saturday night. You didn’t go out surprisingly. There was knocking on your door, and you opened it assuming it was some guy who forgot his keys in your room. But it was Jungkook, hair a mess and eyes red. “Please let me in.” “No.” You could hear him sniffling, a tear falling, “I can’t take you being mad at me anymore.”

“I’m not mad Jungkook, you chose your side,” you shrugged moving to the side so he could cry his eyes out away from your nosy ass neighbors. He shook his head, “No. No that’s not right.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” your finger pushed against his chest, “I saw you walk out with them at Tae’s party.” He shook his head again, “I only did it to tell her I didn’t want to see her anymore.” You rolled your eyes watching as he full on cried in front of you like the pussy he was, “She tried telling me that you were mean and a bitch and I told her to shut up. I told her that you were the nicest person ever and that Hoseok was a dick for treating you like shit and that Jina was a cunt.”

You laughed dryly, lightly pushing his shoulder back, “And you expect me to believe you of all people said that? Please Jungkook everyone knows you don’t have a spine.” He nodded reaching for you but you moved away, “I did! I tried telling Taehyung because you were closest to him but he wouldn’t listen either. And Yoongi hyung was mad at me too. And I couldn’t tell you because you blocked my number. And-and in class you sat so far from me. And I didn’t see you during lunch so I thought I’d give you space but I can’t do it anymore. I miss you.”

“Shut up,” you looked at him, his eyes watered at your slightly disgusted face, “You are too much of a coward to say anything. Jisoo found out you were a virgin and left you huh?” “Stop!” He yelled, brows scrunching, “Stop talking about Jisoo. I didn’t even like her that much. I just thought maybe if I were to be with her you’d get jealous and want me but clearly it didn’t work out well. But she was so mean and I didn’t like her at all but I didn’t know how to tell her to leave me alone.”

“Because you’re a pussy.” You ignored the part where he said he was trying to make you jealous. Realization hitting when you finally processed what he said, “You tried making me jealous by trying to fuck the girl who is best friends with the cunt who stole my douchebag boyfriend? Yeah what a great plan Jungkook.”

“I never wanted to sleep with her!” He shook his head taking a step closer to her, “I wanted to sleep with you but you always said that I wouldn’t be able to handle you and that’s why you didn’t want to sleep with me. So I thought that if I tried making you jealous with Jisoo then you’d fuck me. I mean you’d let me fuck you.” You laughed, walking away from him, “Aw, does little Jungkook want to get fucked by me? And why Jisoo of all people?”

“Because she’s completely opposite of you so I wanted you to be mad that I was interested in her when you are so much better. Plus she’s the only who likes me.”

“God you’re an idiot,” you rolled your eyes making your way to your room, “You’re hot Jungkook. You could’ve made me jealous with anybody else.” His head lifted up, “Were you jealous?” You shook your head, “Of course not. I’m better than her. She’s just a cunt.” He nodded his head following you into your room, “Yes and she’s mean. You’re nice, to me at least. She was so mean to me. She got so mad when I said you were nice.” You put your hands on his face, pulling him close for a small peck on the lips. His eyes shut, clearing his throat, “W-what?

“You said you wanted to fuck so let’s do it,” you shrugged going to lie on your bed. Truthfully you weren’t too mad at Jungkook. You had already told yourself that you’d forgive him when he came crying to you but you weren’t going to tell him that. “B-but, I thought you were mad at me,” he shook his head suddenly growing nervous. You smiled, “I am, you’re going to fuck the anger out of me Kook. Maybe I was a little jealous you wanted Jisoo over me when I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“I didn’t choose her over you,” he immediately came to you, “I just wanted experience before I made a move on you.” You laughed, hand going to play with his hair, “Make a move on me? And you think you’d be able to get that experience with Jisoo? She doesn’t know you like I do Kook.” He nodded his head agreeing with you. “She’d probably want you to fuck her hard on a park bench, would you be able to do that?”

His eyes widened, “In public?” You had a feeling your Kookie would be a bit more submissive. Hell, the amount of times you’ve seen him close to blowing his load just by cuddling you was insane. There was absolutely no way he’d be into any dom shit on his part but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play with him. To be honest you’ve been waiting for the chance to. You smiled, “Have you kissed her?” He looked down, “Yes.” “Show me.” He looked scared, looking at you with dark eyes already looking blown out. He nodded his head, moving closer to you and softly touching your lips with his. You could feel the inexperience but you didn’t let it stop you from swiping your tongue against him until he let you devour the inside of his mouth. He was very disappointed when you began to pull away, his eyes closed and head moving forward to chase you. “Lay down.”

He did so quite quickly, rolling back until he was lying on your pillows. He looked so fucked out from a small kiss and you were ready to completely destroy him. You crawl on top of you bed, placing your hands on either side of his hips as you made your way up, watching him gulp at your cleavage close to spilling out in your tank top. You knew Jungkook was a boob guy. Hell the guy was bad at hiding it when you’d sleep over at his place and cuddle and during the night his hands would magically find their way to your chest. You leaned over him, crotch hovering just above his own as you arched your back letting your chest touch his, “You’ve been really bad Kookie, trying to make me jealous knowing damn well I’m the only person you want to fuck.” His mouth opened to speak but no words came out. A small gasp escaped as you lowered your head, leaving small kisses against his neck. You kissed his jaw, a whimper coming out as you applied a bit of pressure just behind his ear. His eye squeezed shut at the feelings balls fisting your sheets. You smiled, lightly biting his jaw before lifting yourself back up, “Let’s take this shirt off. I wanna see you.” He was quick to follow your orders the second you leaned back giving him room. And, even if it wasn’t the first time you’d seen his toned stomach damn was it a sight to see, “Mmm my baby is pretty.” You let the word slip out, watching him nod his head absentmindedly as you lowered your head again this time kissing his collarbone and lightly sucking lower and lower until you were over his mound. He had amazing pecs. Your hand came up, landing on one of his buds and squeezing lightly. His back shot up, arching into your touch with a whine as you licked the other one teasingly. “Does pretty baby like his tits played with? Would Jisoo suck on your tits like this?” He shook hs head, mouth opening to speak but all that came out were whines. You pulled away, lightly biting the bud with you as you made work on the other side. “Do you want Jisoo to play with your tits?”

He shook his head, “Only you. You, mm,” he sighed in content as your finger grazed against his stomach, lowering to where his underwear showed just above his sweats. The guy was hard, you could feel him poking you. And you were getting so turned on knowing it was because of you. You shorts stuck to your thighs, threatening to let your slick seep through them as well. You sat up, just against his groin, as you pulled your shirt over your head. He was looking at you in complete bliss as his fists clenched the sheets while you very slowly removed your bra. You let your hands trail up, taking your boobs in them, rocking for a second against him as he sighed, “Kookie I want you to touch me too. You don’t want to touch me?” “I wanna!” He stuck his hands out, you shook your head clicking your tongue, “Nuh uh. With your mouth first. I know you’ve dreamt about sucking my tits. Show me that you’re a good boy. You scooted up, leaning forward and dragging your chest against his face. You could hear him gasp for air and when you looked at him Goddamn you could’ve came from just that. He looked at you, big tits pressed against his cheeks, eyes big and innocent. And then he went and did it, nudged your bud with his nose before bringing it to his mouth like a starved man. His hand came up to your abandoned breast and kneaded it gently, “Soft,” he moaned as you flipped your hair to one shoulder watching as he seemed almost starved for your tits not able to choose which he wanted to squeeze and suck on, “Love. Love em. Love you.” He didn’t react to his words, so you chose not to either. It was small and you were letting him suck on your tits. He was just talking out of his ass because you got him horny.

You were soaked. You needed more, but as you tried pulling away he only groaned. “Baby come on I want to make you feel good down there.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and sucking making you let out a small whine. His ears perked up, doing it again. You had to push yourself off him to get him to let go. You shimmied down, his eyes going from your face to your chest to where you sat between his legs now. The sweat did very little to hide his erection. You smiled, hooking your finger with the underwear and sweats and pulled it down in one go. You moaned at the sight. His pretty dick sprung up smacking his lower stomach making him hiss and arch his back again. It was so pretty pale and pink with no hair and a mushroom tip. You leaned down, not thinking much as you took in the smell of his soap mouth watering at the sight. “Oh my god Jungkook,” you moaned looking at the length. If you knew your best friend was packing this monster you wouldn’t have bother fucking other guys. His hips bucked involuntarily, head thrown back as he stared at the wall, “Do something Y/n.” You clicked your tongue again, “Maybe we should stop here. I bet Jisoo would love to have this big cock in front of her.”

“No!” He bucked again, “No don’t want Jisoo. I want you,” he whined. You chuckled, watching as his tip reddened, vein bulging out. He huffed, “Always wanted you.” “Really? And when you couldn’t have me? What did you do?” Your head tilted to the side as he looked down at you, sweat dripping off his hair, “Would you touch your virgin dick?” He nodded his head, turning his face into the pillows as you dragged your finger against the length lightly. He moaned at that. “Show me.” You watched as his hands trailed down, slowly rubbing his palm against the length. It was so stiff his touches made him wince. You watched closely as he palmed it gently, finger coming to separate his balls. “What did you think about?” You asked watching as his free hand came to his nipple, “You. You kissing me. Touching my dick. Sucking it.”

“Yeah? Were you in control?” He nodded shyly making you laugh, “Then take control show me.” He shook his head, “Don’t wanna.” He was such a brat. You leaned forward, thigh touching his dick, he bucked toward it gently, “Spit.” He looked down at your hand, spitting into it and watching as you spit in the other and rubbed them together, coming down to hold his cock abruptly. He let out a loud moan, back arching once against as you quickly worked him, “Did you want me to be gentle?” He didn’t answer, too busy struggling on the mattress in ecstasy, “Do you think bad boys deserved to be treated nice? Do good boys try and make others jealous? Huh?”

“No,” he shook his head eyes squeezed shut. You smirked, his mouth opened wide when you kissed the tip. Slowly easing him into your mouth you pushed his hips down to keep him from moving. He got more vocal, hands struggling to find purchase before he gripped the headboard almost screaming, “Cum. Go—nna cum!” You shook your head moaning at the taste his precum letting your tongue slide against the underside of his thick cock. You pulled up with a pop catching your breath, “Not until I say so.” He shook his head when you went back down, stuttering.

And then he did it. Screaming your name and headboard hitting the wall as thick spurts of liquid hit your throat. You gagged making him shudder as it continued on. You swallowed every drop enjoying the bittersweet taste. Your nipples were hard. And your shorts were beginning to get uncomfortable. You hopped off the bed, watching as he struggled to catch his breath. He watched as you began to shimmy out of your shorts and ruined panties, “I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, “I told you not to come.” You almost laughed watching the small tear trail down, “Now you’re gonna watch me play with my pussy until you’re hard again and can fuck me right.” He sighed, more tears falling. His stomach tensed as you took a seat just above where his limp dick fell. He was crying and spitting out apologies as he watched you. You slowly opened your legs, your wetness hitting his stomach making him groan. His breath became heavy watching as you groped your breasts again, hand coming down to your clit. Your rubbed gently, hand picking up the wetness to make it smoother as you rubbed yourself. “God I need you to fuck me,” you moaned, “Look how wet you make me Kookie.”

“So wet,” he agreed licking his lips. His tears were drying, he opened his mouth watching as you touched your lips softly. You smiled bringing two fingers into his mouth watching as he sucked on them hungrily. You brought them down, teasing your entrance. You threw your head back, going for it and pushing one finger in. He watched closely, hands gripping the sheets, “Hold me Kookie.” He nodded, he squeezed your waist. One hand flying up to your chest as you played with yourself. He groaned watching your now two fingers in and out. “You’re so big you’re not going to fit. Maybe you should fuck Jisoo’s loose pussy instead.”

He shook his head whining, “I don’t wanna! Wanna fuck you! Need to be inside you.” You smiled looking back. His dick was slowly hardening again. You brought your free hand back to touch his dick, he shuddered immediately. You basically humped his abs, your slick creating a puddle on his stomach. “I want you to stretch me. I don’t wanna wait anymore Jungkook. Need you inside me.” He nodded watching as you slowly slid back, pussy lips grinding and soaking his hard cock. He moaned loudly digging his head into the pillows. You smirked, slowly you reached for his dick aiming at your entrance. You had to be slow, careful not to impale yourself on his monster cock. But then he bucked his hips, and down you came loud moans falling from the both of you. It hurt, not fully adjusting but Jungkook squirming underneath you made it hard to care. You leaned forward hands against his stomach squeezing your tits as you began to rock slowly, “So good baby. You feel so good.”

He moaned watched your tits bounce, “Mm.” You lifted your hips, letting them fall down, his hand came up gripping your tits in large hand and squeezing. You let out a loud whine in surprise head falling forward. “I need you to be a good boy and fuck me.”

He shook his head eyes squeezed shut. You watched as one hand gripped your big tits and the other squeezed the top of the headboard as you bounced, “Fuck me hard Kookie I know you can do it.” “Don’t wanna hurt you.” “Hurt me. Do it hard and fast or else I’m leaving.”

“No!” You yelped in surprise as his hand hit your ass, gripping you tightly. You groaned as he was quick to flip you around, hovering above you still holding the headboard. You wrapped your legs around him, hand touching his thick ass. “Fuck me like you mean it.” He shook his head, eyes not opening, “Can’t hurt you.”

He held your waist up with his free hand, using you like a toy impaling you with his cock. You both were a moaning mess. “Harder Jungkook!” You whined moving your hips but he didn’t let you, instead shaking his head, “Do it. Call me a slut baby.”

You sighed trying to urge him to do more with all those muscles and fat cock of his. “Fine, then I’ll go find someone else to fuck. Do you want that? When you got here I thought — mm —- I thought you were some guy I fucked a week ago —-ugh,” you threw your head back. He was still shaking no.

“Thought you were the guy coming back to fuck me.”

“Shut up,” he shouted pushing down until he collapsed on top of you. You smile watching his inexperienced hips rut against you. “Thought you were the guy who was going to fuck me right.”

“Shut up,” he repeated going harder hand coming up to your throat, “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.” You gasped as he squeezed head shooting up to capture your mouth in his hungrily and messy. You liked it messy. “He pulled on my hair and I called him daddy.”

“Slut,” he cried, against your mouth breathing like an animal, “Gonna cum.”

“And he made me cum first unlike you. You’re little virgin dick can’t make me cum.” He shook his head as you moaned, sliding out before plunging back in, “Fucking slut. Slut for cock,” he whined going harder leaving you breathless, “My cock only.”

You shook your head, “You gonna cum for me baby?” He nodded, head dipping to your tits and lying there, “Cum. Need you. Cum.” He went harder, you brought your hand down, playing with your clit so you could come with him. He whined as your finger grazed his dick. You snaked other hand around, cupping his balls and rubbing them against your folds watching as he stuttered above you.

“Ah!” He yelled, “Gonna cum!” “Cum inside baby,” he didn’t need to be told twice. Completely collapsing on top of you as he filled you up. You moaned at the feeling. He was breathing heavy, face flush against your tits too scared to pull out, “So good.”

The tears came back, he winced as you moved your legs from around him. He cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“For what baby?”

“For trying to make you jealous. For letting them treat you like that. For not making you cum,” he dug his face further mouth opening slightly around your mound. You were pretty sure he had an oral fixation kink. You shook your head, “Don’t worry baby, next time.”

“No,” he lifted his head, “Need you to cum now,” he huffed clearly determined as he lowered himself face to face with you drenched pussy leaking his cum. “What do I do?” “Kiss it,” your hands came up to squeeze your boobs. You let out a small mewl as his nose bumped your clit, slowly inhaling your scent mixed with his cum. You were surprised to see him so eager to kiss your pussy. He moaned at the taste going more in and letting his tongue pop out.

the first time he says it out loud.

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: ~1.2k release date: april 26th, 6:30pm PST contains: softness & feelings read the original fic here! preview: “W-Wait, Yoongi, what did you just say?”

He groans, nuzzling like a kitty into your knee. “You heard me.”

“My ears broke for five seconds. You’re gonna have to repeat yourself.”

A Min Yoongi Mini Series - struggling rapper AU. 

Warning: Contains heavy smut/ sex. 

A/N: Miyeokguk is a seaweed soup that Koreans eat on their birthdays. 

Moodboard by @everybodykpops

You scan the lines of your textbook again, a shiver slipping through your skin as you hug the only blanket in your house closer around your body. The highlighter in your hand is tucked against your lip, brow furrowing as you try and get your eyes to focus on the words that you were struggling to absorb.  Although your body is attempting to read, it’s like your brain isn’t an active participant in the activity - the distraction of Yoongi’s lateness home too much stress for you to handle. You allow yourself another glance at the clock next to the couch, it’s digits glowing dimly in the darkness of the trailer you called home. 9:57. An exact 4 minutes since you’d last checked. He was usually home hours before this…  

A Min Yoongi Mini Series - struggling rapper AU. 

Warning: Contains heavy smut/ sex. 

A/N: Miyeokguk is a seaweed soup that Koreans eat on their birthdays. 

Moodboard by @everybodykpops

You scan the lines of your textbook again, a shiver slipping through your skin as you hug the only blanket in your house closer around your body. The highlighter in your hand is tucked against your lip, brow furrowing as you try and get your eyes to focus on the words that you were struggling to absorb.  Although your body is attempting to read, it’s like your brain isn’t an active participant in the activity - the distraction of Yoongi’s lateness home too much stress for you to handle. You allow yourself another glance at the clock next to the couch, it’s digits glowing dimly in the darkness of the trailer you called home. 9:57. An exact 4 minutes since you’d last checked. He was usually home hours before this…  

A Min Yoongi Mini Series - struggling rapper AU. 

Warning: Contains heavy smut/ sex. 

A/N: Miyeokguk is a seaweed soup that Koreans eat on their birthdays. 

Moodboard by @everybodykpops

You scan the lines of your textbook again, a shiver slipping through your skin as you hug the only blanket in your house closer around your body. The highlighter in your hand is tucked against your lip, brow furrowing as you try and get your eyes to focus on the words that you were struggling to absorb.  Although your body is attempting to read, it’s like your brain isn’t an active participant in the activity - the distraction of Yoongi’s lateness home too much stress for you to handle. You allow yourself another glance at the clock next to the couch, it’s digits glowing dimly in the darkness of the trailer you called home. 9:57. An exact 4 minutes since you’d last checked. He was usually home hours before this…  

yoongi meets the new (never late) coworker.

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 800 contains: so much softness a/n: this is a drabble for The Early Shift. it can be read alone, but it contains some spoilers for the series, as it is set a few months after the official ending!

With one hand on your hip, the other holding a cup with something frothy and heavily caffeinated, you scrutinize the steaming drink. A few seconds pass before you dare to lift the cup to your lips. Taking a deep swig, the bitter flavor floods your tongue and you swallow it down, feeling the heat travel through your body. A welcome warmth on this chilly autumn day. Especially since the taste is no longer as burnt as it had been a week ago.

“Okay…” You announce, “you pass!”

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, light angst

; Word Count: 14.1k

; Synopsis: Achieving your dream job is something that very people manage to do, which is why you’re all the more happier when you land a job on the film team at Poppin’ Culture; the biggest pop culture website, blog and YouTube channel around. What you don’t expect however, is to fall for the exceptionally shy and awkward colleague who is not even remotely your type. Or is he?

; A/N: I hope you enjoy :3 it’s been a joy to write him! Please reblog if you enjoyed to increase visibility and comment/send me asks with what you thought. Peppermint Hobi has been possibly the sweetest character I’ve ever written and I hope you all enjoy him too. Also, the links are still broken so you’ll need to go to my masterlist :)

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“Hey, I need you and Hoseok to go over the videos for the next week please? And also review your video so far. Let me know if everything else looks good to go and we’ll get everything scheduled for upload. You good with that?” Seokjin asks as he hands you a file full of the printed scripts and outlines of each video that was planned for this week across all the channels.

You’d question why you were being given it, but he’d begun to lean on you heavily in terms of the video uploading schedule for YouTube recently. Probably because you liked to run the film video ship tightly and whipped Taehyung’s lazy ass into shape more than a few times along with also calling out other departments for running behind schedule.

It had meant that you’d just de facto become the YouTube lead over the last few months. Something you hadn’t expected, but also not something you were going to complain about. It did let you spent more time with Hoseok after all, and you hardly needed an excuse to want that.

You liked to think that he enjoyed the time you spent together too, as he never complained about being pulled into random meetings with you or being given more work to do. Nor did he tell you to get lost when you wheeled your chair around to look at his screen to see what he was doing.

Not that he actually did that to anyone else either, but he seemed to enjoy your company more. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Maybe you’re projecting, who knows?

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, future light angst

; Word Count: 10.6k

; Synopsis: Achieving your dream job is something that very people manage to do, which is why you’re all the more happier when you land a job on the film team at Poppin’ Culture; the biggest pop culture website, blog and YouTube channel around. What you don’t expect however, is to fall for the exceptionally shy and awkward colleague who is not even remotely your type. Or is he?

; A/N: This is just what I’ve been writing to try and get back into the swing of things. It’s just…light and fun. Was supposed to be a one shot but it’s getting long and it feels like a good place to end as a first part! Please send me thoughts, comments and encouragements as it’s a struggle to write lately ;-;

01 ; 02

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“And this is our main office. It’s open plan, as you can see so I hope that doesn’t bother you too much. We’ve found it works better to just throw ideas out in the open or to just get reactions so feel free to shout out if you need something. Everyone’s very friendly,” Seokjin smiles at you brightly, his thick lips turning up and making his eyes sparkle behind his glasses as he leads you into the wide open space. “And this is your desk. Feel free to decorate it however you want. Nothing will beat the car wreck that’s happening on Jimin’s desk.”

“Hey! This is artistic mess. Everything has a place and there is a place for everything.” The bubblegum pink haired man in question half stands, a finger pointing threateningly while his pearly white teeth peek out from beneath plush pink lips. You can’t help but smile, as his slim frame and cute cheeks make him look distinctively non-threatening and ruin any hope he has of convincing you otherwise.

It could also be the fact he looks like a hipster from Seattle with the thick, black plastic frames delicately placed on his nose and the retro 80s film shirt with an open black and white plaid shirt over the top. Still…he’s rather pretty and you wonder momentarily if you’ve somehow entered another dimension with astonishingly beautiful people.

Either that, or you’ve walked into the set of some reality TV show but you’re not quite willing to break the Matrix programming just yet.

Seokjin snorts and rolls his eyes, lifting a ring laden hand to brush his black hair out of them. It’s hindered slightly by the tan beanie on his head and you’re momentarily distracted once more by his impressive frame. The white shirt with the Jaws film poster on it stretches rather enticingly over his broad shoulders while his black, ripped jeans are snugly secured with a leather belt that has a Superman belt buckle.

Honestly, how were you meant to work in this place?