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Loved this so much babe, i also need smthng more of this couple!! They are so cuteeee 😭😭🩷🩷

needy; jjk (m)

summary hiding his feelings when you didn’t even know his name was hard. hiding his neediness and obsession when you finally did know his name and were his fucking girlfriend? impossible. good thing you like him needy.

⋆𐙚 based on this request !

pairing nerd!jk x cheerleader!(f)reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, fluff, angst(?)

genre friends2lovers, established relationship

word count 4.4k

content jk 18 | yn 18, needy jk, tease y/n, introv angel bf extrov protective gf, pet names; baby/bunny etc, oc pretends to be mad at jk, hes a nervous whiny mess, jk eats the pussy like groceries, fingering (f rec), cum eating, soooo much praise, jk comes from eating her out 😭 hes so pussy whipped deadass

a/n plsss all the needy subby jk requests i got LMFAOO... it's like y'all know me too well 🥹 i decided to turn this into a proper oneshot bc i have some other ideas for this couple in the future (likee maybe their 1 year anni plans as mentioned in the piece??) lemme know what u think 🖤 mwwah

“Hi, lovie, I’m here.”

Your boyfriend’s soft voice floated through the doorway of your bedroom, but you kept your eyes glued to your phone, pretending not to hear him.

Tomorrow was your one-year anniversary with Jungkook, and knowing him, there was no way he’d forgotten. He probably had it marked in one of his two color-coded fucking calendars, your sweet little nerd.

He had just finished robotics club, a bit later than he’d originally planned, and even though you were sad you couldn’t spend as much time with him as you’d hoped (since you had early cheer practice the next morning), you understood. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t tease him a little, though.

You kept scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the pictures on your feed, knowing full well that Jungkook was expecting you to greet him like you always did.

"Baby?" Jungkook hummed curiously, closing your door gently behind him as he padded over in his sock-covered feet and sat on the edge of your bed.

You felt him sit down, the bed dipping slightly under his weight, and a moment later, his warm hand slid over your leg that was tucked under the blanket. You moved your leg away just enough for him to notice.

Jungkook froze, his frown evident as you continued to ignore him.

You had to bite your lip to keep from breaking into a smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his face drop immediately, his brow furrowing in concern, and it tugged at your heart—but you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Contrary to what everyone at school thought, you were the one who had pursued Jungkook.

It had all started when you were late to class one day, and the only empty seat was next to him.

You felt him stiffen the second you sat down, but he didn’t look up. His grip on his pen was so tight that you half-expected it to snap. You pouted a little, wondering why he was so tense.

Twenty minutes into the class, as you were glaring in frustration at your algebra textbook, you felt a soft tap on your arm.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asked quietly, his voice hesitant, but his concern was clear. His bunny teeth just barely grazed his bottom lip as he spoke, and you found yourself staring for a moment longer than you should have.

"Yeah," you sighed, blinking yourself out of it. "Thanks," you mumbled, turning back to the mess of numbers on your notebook.

But the confusion must have been written all over your face, because after a few more moments, he spoke again.

"Do you need help, Y/N?" he asked, his voice even softer this time. “I could, uh, run over it with you? N-Not that I, like, know more than you or anything! I just… I really like algebra a-and—“

You couldn’t help but smile when you looked up at the nervous boy. “You know my name?”

Jungkook blinked, freezing for a second as his eyes widened. "Uh—yeah. We, uh, we share a few classes," he stammered, then winced. "That’s so creepy, isn’t it? Jesus—"

You chuckled, your head tilting in amusement. "No. It’s sweet. What’s your name?"

He looked down at his book, swallowing slightly before glancing back up at you. "Jungkook."

“Jungkook,” you repeated, letting it settle on your tongue. It was a cute name. And now that you were really looking at him—he was cute too. The big glasses, the way his ears turned red when he blushed, the way his hand trembled slightly when he flipped a page in his notebook. God, he was really fucking cute.

"Thank you, Jungkook," you said, giving him a sweet smile. "You’re really nice."

You watched as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. He cleared his throat slightly and flipped his textbook open again, trying to suppress the surprise when you scooted your chair closer, dragging your notebook over toward his. His fingers fumbled over the book, flicking the pages to get back to where you were up to.

"God, Jungkook, you’re already almost done?" you gawked at the neat scribbles filling his page. “No, it’s okay, I’m not going to ask you to go back and—“

“I want to,” he interrupted quickly, his eyes widening slightly as if he was surprised by his own boldness. “I’d like to help. Really. Please?”

You shook your head, laughing softly at how genuine he was.

"So sweet," you sighed, looking back down at your notebook and moving your pen away so he could take a look at the equation you were stuck on. “Okay, so this one…”

Jungkook leaned in slightly, peering at the problem before nodding in agreement. "Ah, yeah, that one’s particularly difficult."

You stared at the back of his head, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. When he glanced back at you, looking confused by your silence, you couldn’t hold back your laugh.

“You’re such a fucking liar,” you snorted, shaking your head.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red, and he shook his head profusely. “No! Really, i-it’s—I struggled with that one!”

You laughed harder at his terrible attempt to lie. “You can’t even say that with a straight face, oh my god, Jungkook.”

“Yahh…” he chuckled in defeat, looking down as the tips of his ears burned red.

Of course he was lying. He didn’t struggle with a single question. But the last thing Jungkook would ever do was make the girl he’d been pathetically crushing on since freshman year feel bad about it. Not a fucking chance.

The next algebra class you shared, you made sure to arrive on time, and just as you expected, Jungkook was already seated, engrossed in his notes, his pen caught between his bunny teeth. You walked over to the empty chair next to him, waiting for him to notice you. It didn’t take long.

"Oh," Jungkook mumbled around the pen in his mouth before quickly pulling it out, blinking up at you in surprise. "H-hey. How are you?" He asked awkwardly.

You smiled, setting your textbook down gently on the free desk before responding. "I’m good, Jungkook," you nodded, glancing at the empty chair beside him before looking back at him. "Is anyone sitting here?"

"Of course not," he blurted out almost instantly, mentally cringing at how fast he responded. Whether you took that as an 'of course not, please sit next to me' or an 'of course not, nobody would sit there'... both were fucking embarrassing.

"Good," you just smiled, sliding into the seat and starting to set up your things.

Jungkook swallowed, his eyes fixated on your perfectly manicured fingers as they rummaged through your bag, neatly placing your books and pens on the desk.

"You’re really gonna sit there?" he asked once he snapped out of his daze that the scent of your sweet perfume put him in.

You looked over at him curiously. "Mhm," you nodded, noticing how his eyes darted nervously toward your usual group of friends on the other side of the room, all of whom were staring at you like you had grown another head. Jungkook's gaze flickered back to you, uncertainty in his eyes when you continued. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," he said, this time softer, his voice barely above a whisper.

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin as you nodded with a hum, finishing setting up your things.

You sat by him in the next class. And the one after that. Soon, you realized you shared three whole subjects with him, and you made sure to sit by him in each one. You quickly discovered that he was the funniest, dorkiest, and cutest boy you’d ever met. You fell hard.

It didn’t take long for you to realize Jungkook had fallen for you, too. He wore his feelings on the sleeve of his cozy sweaters, and you knew from the way he fumbled with his words and blushed whenever you got too close that he was never going to make the first move. So, of course, you did.

He became your baby. You adored how clingy and needy he could be, even though he tried to hide it at first. But, like you said, he was terrible at that. When you told him you loved it—and even found it really fucking hot—he blushed profusely, of course, before he let it show a lot more.

In the beginning of your relationship, you insisted he sit with you and your friends at lunch. You even told him to bring his friend Taehyung with him.

To their surprise, most of your friends were way nicer than they’d expected. Their preconceptions about popular cheerleaders and jocks were quickly proven wrong. Sure, there were a few assholes that hung around… but you took pleasure in shutting them down the moment they even looked at your boyfriend or his friend the wrong way.

Jungkook was yours, and everyone knew it.

A warm hand squeezed your leg gently, as if hoping to get your attention. “Baby, please, what’s wrong?” Your boyfriend whined softly, desperation creeping into his voice.

You blinked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, glancing down at your phone but still not responding.

Jungkook shifted beside you, his head lowering to rest on your thigh, his warm face nuzzling against your skin through the blanket. You saw his brows furrow from the corner of your eye, his worry almost palpable as he let out a soft sigh.

“Are you mad at me? F-for coming home late?” he whispered, barely audible.

Your heart clenched at that. You could hear the rising panic in his voice, and it was taking every bit of willpower not to drop the act right then and there. The way he said coming home like your bedroom was his home… fuck.

Just one more minute. He was so adorable when he was pouty.

When you still didn’t respond, a quiet sniffle reached your ears. Jungkook’s grip tightened around your leg as he curled up against you a little more. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, baby, talk to me,” he begged, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t ignore me.”

You couldn’t hold out any longer. When you looked down at him, his big doe eyes were glassy, and his trembly lip was caught between his teeth.

“Oh, my baby,” you chuckled softly, finally setting your phone aside and reaching down to stroke his hair.

You felt his panic melt away the moment your fingers threaded through his soft locks. He blinked a few times, his eyes fluttering shut as he soaked in the feeling before sitting up.

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked, his voice small, his pout deepening as his gaze locked on yours, full of uncertainty.

Your hand fell from his hair as he stared up at you with those big, glassy eyes, and you bit your lip as your head shook gently. “I’m sorry, my love,” you murmured softly, your lips curving into a small smile. “I was just kidding. You’re cute when you pout.”

Jungkook blinked at you, slightly shocked by your admission, his eyes darting around the room in confusion as if he was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. After a pregnant pause, he crossed his arms over his chest, glancing away with his cute little pout.

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out as you grabbed his hand. He didn’t resist, letting you hold his hand, but he still refused to meet your eyes, his lower lip jutting out adorably.

You groaned softly at his cuteness. "Come here, you big sookie," you coaxed gently, tugging him toward you with a playful smile.

He huffed dramatically, but you could already see the corners of his lips twitching. The battle was lost when he glanced back at you, and before long, his pout broke into a big, bunny grin. You laughed softly as he tugged off his classes and threw them on your bedside table before happily climbing up onto the bed. He crawled under the covers and into your arms without hesitation.

His Lincoln Park tee and joggers carried the light scent of the cologne you’d bought him for his birthday, mixed with a slight hint of sweat from his long day at school and robotics. So fucking good.

You pulled the blanket up over the both of you, and he buried his face in your neck, his body instantly relaxing as he melted into you with a contented sigh.

"Missed you so much," he mumbled into your neck, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

You hummed in response, threading your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way he clung to you like he couldn’t get close enough. "I missed you more, baby."

Jungkook chuckled softly against your neck, and your brows furrowed at the unexpected sound. When he didn’t say anything after that, you playfully pinched one of his butt cheeks through his pants. "What’s funny, hm?" you teased.

He just smiled into your skin, shaking his head cutely, trying to nuzzle further into you as if he could hide. But you weren’t letting it go that easily.

"Baby," you laughed in confusion, leaning back to get a better look at him. His nose scrunched as he tried to follow the warmth of your skin, but you held firm, narrowing your eyes playfully. "Why did you laugh? You don’t think I missed you?"

The second Jungkook saw your pout, his expression turned serious, his wide doe eyes filled with concern. "No, of course not," he said quickly. "You did, but… you didn’t miss me more than I missed you. That’s all."

You deepened your pout, feigning hurt as you tilted your head at him. "What do you mean, bunny? I thought about you all day..."

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed pink, and he looked away, his arms tightening slightly around your waist. He was quiet for a second too long, so you gave him a gentle poke in the belly, urging him to speak.

"Baby," you warned softly.

"W-well," he stammered, his eyes flicking nervously back to yours, "when you sent me that cute mirror selfie from cheer today..." His voice trailed off, looking adorably embarrassed.

You raised an eyebrow, still confused as to why he was so flustered over a selfie. You sent him mirror pics all the time. "Mhm?"

"I really liked it," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he cleared his throat. "A lot."

You bit back a smile when you caught on. "And?"

"And I, um…" Jungkook shifted, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink as he finally admitted, "I had to… jack off in the bathroom. Before robotics."

Your pout deepened dramatically, eyes widening at his admission. "What? You didn’t call me? I could’ve helped you."

Jungkook’s face was practically on fire now, his eyes darting away. "Y-you were already at practice! I didn’t want to bother you."

You sighed softly, shaking your head as you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his body relax into your touch. "Baby, I would've answered," you cooed softly, your tone playful. "You know that."

He nodded sheepishly, burying his face back into your neck, "M'sorry," he muttered, his voice a quiet whisper against your skin as he hugged you even tighter.

Your heart—and other parts of you—clenched at the thought of your needy boyfriend getting off alone in a bathroom stall. You stayed quiet for a moment, letting him rest on you, before you let out a dramatically long sigh. You felt Jungkook shift in your neck, his gaze heavy on you as you glanced up at the ceiling in faux annoyance.

"Ba-" he gulped when he saw your expression. "Baby?"

"Yep?" you responded, pretending to roll your eyes, feeling him tense up at your reaction. You bit back a smile.

"I’m-" he stammered, immediately flustered, his voice thick with worry. "I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you. Don’t be upset, please—"

"I’m not," you hummed, shifting your gaze to meet his wide, worried eyes. "Or… I won’t be."

His brows furrowed, lifting his head from your neck, eyes searching your face, waiting for you to tell him what to do to make it up to you. Anything.

You tilted your head, blinking up at his pretty face. "Wanna make it up to me, bunny?"

"Of course," he responded immediately, his hands sliding down from your waist to rub over the skin of your belly that peeked out when your sleep shirt rode up slightly. His eyes were locked on yours, filled with nothing but sincerity, desperation. "Tell me what to do, baby. A-anything."

You hummed softly, lifting a hand from beneath the blanket to gently brush your thumb over his bottom lip, wet from the countless times he’d nervously bitten down on it and swiped his tongue over it. You smiled softly before leaning in, your lips meeting his, and you took his plump bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling gently.

Jungkook let out a relieved sigh, the sound morphing into a quiet, needy whine as your teeth sank in a little harder, his big hands clenching around your sides.

"Okay, my love," you murmured against his lips, your voice soft but teasing. "Get to it then."

He didn’t waste a second. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with need, and he quickly slid down your body, disappearing under the blanket. You couldn’t help but giggle as his warm hands hurriedly slipped beneath the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging down and taking your panties with them in one go.

His breath was shaky, almost trembling with anticipation as he pressed his mouth to your heat, his lips molding against you perfectly. He inhaled deeply, and you bit down on your lip hard when his big nose dug into your core, his breath heavy and hot, like he couldn’t get enough of your scent. His whole body shuddered.

“Fuck, s-smell so good, baby,” Jungkook slurred, his dazed voice muffled against your folds as he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit. The groan he let out vibrated through your body.

"That's my good boy," you whispered shakily, your fingers sliding through his hair as his tongue swirled messily over you. “You love it, don’t you? Love the way I taste, huh, bunny?”

Jungkook whimpered in response, his hips bucking slightly against the mattress as he sucked gently on your clit, his lips soft but eager. “Mhm,” he moaned, the sound vibrating against you as his tongue moved faster, greedier. His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, holding you in place like he was afraid you’d take it away from him.

“God, you’re so good, baby,” you praised, your breath catching in your throat as he buried his face deeper into you. “My perfect boy, a-always make me feel so fucking good.”

The praise made his whole body tremble. A whiny moan vibrated against your core as he grew more frantic, more desperate. His nose pressed hard into your heat, his tongue flicking relentlessly over your swollen clit. He alternated between quick, teasing licks and long, slow strokes—just like you had taught him—grunting every time your hand tugged at his hair in approval.

“Well done, baby,” you cooed breathlessly, your hips rolling gently against his face, urging him to continue. "My smart boy, so good at everything. Best in class… best at eating pussy.”

Jungkook moaned louder, his hips pressing harder into the bed as he devoured you whole. His tongue dipped down to your entrance, teasing it before dragging back up in big, messy circles around your clit that had you gasping. He was getting lost in you.

“I love it,” he whimpered, his voice hoarse, barely coherent as he pressed his face harder into you. “Love the taste. I love it. I love you, b-baby,” he whined, the words muffled as he buried himself deeper into your folds, lapping at you even more sloppily.

“Shit,” you gasped, your hands gripping his hair tighter as your legs trembled uncontrollably. “I love you too, my baby. So much—oh! Yes, baby. Yes, fuck! Don’t stopp, Kookie.”

He groaned in response, the sound almost desperate as he obeyed, his tongue moving faster, more erratic. He couldn't get enough. He was addicted. His lips, tongue, and nose worked together perfectly, swirling around in your wet pussy. Nothing else was on his mind—just you. You coming. You coming on his tongue.

His neediness made your stomach clench, and you couldn’t help but tug his hair, making him whimper and press even harder into you. “Yess, bunny, just like that,” you purred, your hips grinding against his face as you felt the heat in your core build with every messy flick of his tongue.

You moved the blanket, wanting to see him properly, and groaned when you caught sight of his hips rutting shamelessly into the bed as he feasted on your cunt.

"God," you groaned, your head falling back before you lifted it again, eyes locking on his concentrated face. "Love watching you eat your pussy, Kookie. So fucking pretty."

Jungkook’s entire body jerked at your words. His pussy. All his.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, slowing the movement of his hips as he willed himself not to come from just that. Your praise, your taste, your scent. It all took over his senses completely.

His jaw slacked as his big tongue slid up and down your slit, his nose burying into your heat so deeply he could barely breathe, but he didn’t want to. He relished in the way you moaned above him, your body tensing and trembling. His greedy lips sucked your clit into his mouth with a wet slurp, just as one of his hands slipped from your thigh.

He pulled back from your pussy just enough to slide two fingers into his mouth, coating them in his spit before diving back down, lips reattaching to your clit like he couldn’t stay away from it for more than a second. He groaned loudly, the vibration riding right through you.

Your breath hitched when his long fingers pressed gently at your entrance. A whiny sob escaped your lips as they slipped inside you, curling just right, and your knees shook around his head.

“That’s it, baby,” you gasped, your hand tangling in his hair as his fingers thrust into you, each movement deep and deliberate. “Uh! Fuck, Jungkook.” You grunted, brows furrowing in pleasure, "Gonna make me come, baby. Uhhh, fuck!"

Jungkook whined, his hips picking back up uncontrollably to grind against the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them just perfectly to hit that spongey part deep inside you. He loved the way it felt against his finger tips, a groan slipping from his lips. His tongue flicked over your clit with fervor, completely lost.

“Kookie, I’m gonna, fuck, gonna come, ohhhhgggh! Babyyy—”

"Come on, baby,” he pleaded, his voice rough and muffled, his mouth refusing to leave your clit. “Come on my tongue, please lovie. Want it so bad. Please, baby. Need to taste it."

Your body trembled, and with one final flick of his big tongue, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you as a sob escaped your lips. Your thighs clenched around his head, your hands gripping his hair as you cried out, your entire body shaking as you came.

Jungkook moaned loudly, his hips rutting desperately into the bed as he felt you pulse around his fingers, your juices coating his tongue. He didn’t stop. His mouth stayed latched onto you, licking and sucking, drinking in every drop of your release, groaning as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands still tangled in his hair as he lapped at you, his tongue swirling around your clit, his moans turning into whimpers as he devoured every bit of your orgasm.

He was lost in it. The taste of you, the scent of you—it was too much. He couldn’t hold back. His hips jerked against the bed, and with a low, needy whimper, he came hard, his body shaking as he spilled into his pants, completely undone by the taste of you on his tongue.

“Good boy,” you cooed softly, stroking his hair as he rode out his release, his fingers still gently thrusting inside you. "My perfect boy. Made me feel so good. So perfect, baby."

Jungkook whimpered again, finally slowing down as he pressed one last kiss to your clit, his tongue lazily licking up the remnants of your release. He rested his head against your thigh, his breathing heavy and ragged, his body trembling as his fingers remained cozily inside of you.

He was still catching his breath, his lips wet with your release, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning back down, pressing one more lazy kiss against your swollen clit.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, bringing them to his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as he sucked them clean, savoring every drop. His tongue swirled around his fingers with a soft moan, and you watched, your own body still shaking slightly. He dried his hand on his pants, completely dazed as his body collapsed against the bed, resting his head on your thigh.

You chuckled softly, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “Come up here, Kookie,” you murmured, tugging him gently.

With a sleepy grin, Jungkook crawled up the bed, collapsing beside you with a contented sigh. His bigger frame sunk into your pillows, his soft, shiny eyes locking with yours as he smiled that sweet, drowsy smile. You couldn’t help but grin, swinging a bare leg over his waist, pulling yourself into him and burying your face into the crook of his neck.

Your tongue gently lapped up a bead of sweat that clung to his skin, and you hummed in satisfaction as you nestled deeper against him, your body fitting perfectly against his. “Thank you, bunny. I love you,” you whispered, your lips brushing lightly over his neck.

Jungkook’s body trembled slightly at the feeling, and he let out a soft, breathy sound. The sticky wetness in his briefs didn’t bother him in the slightest; he would stay in it all day if it meant having you curled up in his arms like this.

“Of course, baby. I love you so much,” he replied croakily, his throat throbbing in happiness from its meal. His hand lazily slid up and down your warm thigh, which was still curled tightly around him. “Forever, yeah?”

You nodded without hesitation, your nose brushing against his neck as you nuzzled into him, the comfort of his scent pulling you into a dazy lull. Your lips began leaving a trail of soft, quick kisses along his skin, the kind you knew he loved.

Jungkook hummed in response, relishing each peck. But you could feel he still wasn’t fully satisfied with your nonverbal answer, given the way he poked your belly playfully and rubbed his jaw along your forehead with a soft, needy grunt. His way of asking for more.

You giggled, leaning up to press a louder, exaggerated kiss against his jawline. “Forever, you big baby,” you teased.

His smile widened, eyes fluttering shut in contentment, his hands giving your soft sides a happy squeeze.

That’s more like it.

a/n i couldve gone for more ughh!!! i have so many ideas for themmm 😭 but i wanted to put her out neow. lemme know if u liked it!!! love you

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