My Favorite Person

My favorite person

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut, neighbors/(fake) enemies to lovers au

word count: 6.7k

warnings: alcohol, swearing, smoking weed, cheesy flirting, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), squirting, cumshots, spanking, they're both desperate for each other and completely in love

a/n: had so much fun writing this omg! i love playful hannie sm and i hope y'all enjoy this too, consider a reblog if you did🩷

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It's almost midnight when Jisung's tired and aching legs slowly carry him towards his house. He has music in his ears and he's whistling lowly in the empty street.

It's still warm, the summer sun is unforgiving during the day, burning every surface up, stealing the freshness of the night.

Jisung can't wait to take all his greasy clothes off (courtesy of working in a fast food restaurant) and hop in the shower to wash the day off.

As he nears his house, he sees you sitting on your porch, wearing an oversized shirt, your hair in a messy bun, your sandals thrown aside and a can of beer in your hand.

He waves and you roll your eyes as you take another sip of your beverage.

"Came to bother me?"- you ask as he lowers his headphones to rest them around his neck.

"Ofcourse, you know that's my favorite hobby."- he smirks, leaning on the railing in front of you.

"You're blocking my view."- you lean to the left, trying to look behind him.

"Of what?"- he turns to look.

"The street."

"There's nothing on the street."- Jisung pouts.

"Still more interesting than you."- you quip.

"Wow, hostile much?"

"You know me."- you shrug with a smirk and he chuckles.

"You got another one of those?"- Jisung points at the beer in your hand.

"For you? No."- you continue smirking.

"Liar."- he smirks back at you. "I know for a fact your fridge is full of that crap."

"You know, it was nice and quiet before you came around."- you sigh.

"Well, I'm here to disrupt your peace."- he says and you groan with a smile as he sits next to you.

"You stink for real."- your face scrunches up as you scoot away from him.

"Mm, the smell of a working man."- Jisung leans towards you, draping his arm on your shoulders and you shake him off with a look of disgust.

"Ew, go shower."- you shove him away and he laughs.

"Alright I was going to anyways. I'll be done in 10."- he gets up before you can answer and you watch his silly little legs walking away from you.

Most of the time you want to smack Jisung, but sometimes he's a nice distraction from the thoughts swirling in your mind and the shitty world around you.

You don't wait for him though, throwing the empty beer can in the trash and padding back to your house. You close the door with a thud and sit in your living room, your fan is placed right in front of your face as you exhale.

"Fuck this heat."- you mutter to yourself, the sound of that annoying commercial voice from the TV blending into the background, behind the droning noise of the fan.

You almost fall asleep sitting like that but your door swings open suddenly and it jolts you awake. You don't have to look to know whose footsteps are echoing in your house.

"Finally refreshed."- it's Jisung and he grabs a beer from your fridge and then sits on your couch like it's his house.

His hair is still wet and messy, droplets of water sliding down his neck towards the white Sonic Youth shirt he's wearing.

You don't mean to stare but you do for a moment until the sound of him opening the can of beer snaps you out of your thoughts.

"That's my shirt, you thief!"- you point your finger at him and he laughs annoyingly.

"Doesn't have your name written anywhere on it."- he shrugs and you roll your eyes, smacking his arm.

"Obnoxious."- you mutter but he ignores your little quips as always.

"I'm not stinky anymore."- he smirks at you, his arm around your shoulders again and you whine, moving his arm away.

"All boys are stinky. And why are you drinking beer? I'm not gonna hold back your hair when you start puking, you lightweight."- you shove him playfully and he almost chokes on the sip he's taking.

"I'm not gonna puke, okay? I will be completely fine and sober after this."- he says matter-of-factly as he brings the can up.

"You would've been better off drinking some milk, baby."- you tease him and he chuckles.

"Baby, huh?"- he smirks, his face closer to yours.

"Yes baby, like an infant. A child. Now get out of my personal space."- you press your fingertips into his forehead and push him away.

"Damn, keep being mean to me and you won't get any of this."- Jisung waves a baggy in front of your face.

"Oh, now you're talking."- you smirk and he laughs at you.

"I'm not so stinky anymore, am I?"- he wiggles his eyebrows.

"You're still stinky."- you say, reaching for the baggy but he snatches it away.

"Give it here!"- you yell out and he giggles as he keeps moving the baggy away from you while you try to catch it.

You kneel on the couch, trying to grab it with your flailing hands but he moves his arm away again, making you lose your balance as you basically fall into his lap.

"Hello there."- Jisung smirks, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Ew."- you scramble to get off him, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from him.

"Okay, okay, you can roll."- he reaches the baggy towards you and you grab it but he keeps holding onto it.

"Jisung."- you warn.

"Give me a kiss and I'll give you the baggy."

"Quit blackmailing me with kisses. Never gonna happen."- you say as he chuckles, the little bastard.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, here. For real now."- he gives you the baggy and you get to work.

Jisung watches you as you concentrate, your brows slightly furrowed and your tongue poking out between your lips.

He licks his lips unconsciously, thoughts of tasting you have been on his mind ever since he first saw you when he moved next door.

You were a mess back then and sometimes you still are but Jisung loves the mess you are, he loves that you don't try to pretend to be okay when you're not, he loves that you don't take anyone's shit and always fight for yourself, he loves the fact that you're just so unapologetically yourself that you don't mind crying in front of him.

"Earth to stinky. Give me your lighter."- your voice breaks his daydreaming and he rolls his eyes playfully at the nickname before handing you the lighter.

The first two inhales already make you a little floaty, waves of relaxation slowly traveling through your body. Just what you needed after the day you had.

Your music plays in the background, the shared playlist Jisung and you have on spotify. The two of you are sprawled on the couch in front of your fan, the smoke from the blunt swirling in different patterns as Jisung drapes his leg over your lap.

"You wanna do shotgun?"- he asks, looking at you with his eyelids droopy and eyes red and you mirror his expression.

"It's gonna have to be a no."- you say with a snicker.

"Whyyyy?"- he whines, bringing his other leg up to rest it on your lap too.

"Because I know it's another one of your ways to try and kiss me."- you say with a dopey smile, your mind floaty and cloudy as you stare at Jisung's face, a goofy smile on his lips, his puffy cheeks looking extra squishy. You want to bite him.

"You're not getting in my pants."- you add and he laughs at you.

"We'll see about that."- he wiggles his eyebrows and the expression on his face just makes you laugh.

It's dumb but both of you have a fit of laughter and you forget all your worries, and Jisung scoots closer to you, he leans his head on your shoulder and plays with your fingers.

You want to protest and tell him to get his stinky self away from you but the weight of his legs on you and the way he gently touches your hand coupled with the effects of the weed bring you closer to the sleep you so badly crave.

-

"Ouch."- is the first thing that comes out of your mouth the next morning, the sunlight blinding you as soon as you open your eyes.

You feel dehydrated, sweaty and disoriented as you blink slowly, squinting your eyes as you look around. Somehow you ended up in your room, and judging by the snoring and the warm body attached to you, it was probably Jisung's doing.

You groan and try to escape his grasp but he wrapped both his arms and legs around you, clinging onto you like he never wants to let go.

You pinch his arm slightly and he stirs awake.

"What'd you do that for?"- his voice is deep and laced with sleep.

"Don't you have your own house?"- you ask.

"I like yours better."- he mutters, nuzzling into your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he tightens his hold around you, his breath constantly tickling your skin.

"You're a pest."- you chuckle, wiggling away from him but you can't move at all.

"A pest who washes your dishes and brings you food. Hm, maybe you should consider being nice to me."- he lifts his upper body suddenly, staring down at you and you turn in his arms and look up at him.

You hate that your heart skips a beat when you see him first thing in the morning, his hair a mess of curls, eyes laced with sleep, his cute puffy cheeks and pouty lips, the shirt he stole from you messed up from sleeping, sliding down and revealing his skin.

"Get out of my bed."- you groan, wanting to run away far from him so you don't keep having these thoughts.

"That's not what you were saying last night."- he smirks.

"W-what do you mean?"- you stutter.

"Well, last night you were literally falling asleep on the couch and I asked if you want me to carry you to bed. You said yes so I did."- he keeps smirking. "And I was actually about to leave to sleep on your couch but you pulled me down and told me to stay here."

"Ugh. What did you put in that weed?"- your face is scrunched up as you finally free yourself from his hold.

"A love potion."- he narrows his eyes at you.

"I'm gonna go throw up."- you get up and Jisung's laughter echoes behind you as you make your way to the bathroom.

-

Working at the convenience store had you run into all sorts of people but it seemed that today every single annoying and rude person decided to shop.

You were this close to biting someone's head off, fuming as you stomped your feet to the bus station, some angry metal songs screaming into your ears.

The bus was also especially disgusting today, the smell of it making your stomach rise contantly coupled with a creepy old man staring at you the whole time made for a horrible ride home.

You practically ran from the station to your house, barging in as you opened the door. Forgot to lock up again, you think and shrug.

You almost trip over someone's legs and you're about to scream but the owner of the legs beats you to it.

"Jisung!"- you yell out, grabbing at your chest as he looks up at you, blinking innocently as he lays next to your couch on his stomach.

"You scared me so bad!"- he says and you shove his leg with your foot. The audacity.

"I scared you? You're in my house."- you put your hands on your hips, your eyebrows raising.

"You left it unlocked like always."- he says, his hands roaming under your couch.

"What the hell are you even doing?"- you ask confusedly.

"I'm looking for my lighter from last night! It's my favorite and I couldn't find it anywhere this morning so it has to be here somewhere."- he explains as he continues looking.

"We'll find it, no need to cry."- you chuckle, teasing him.

"I'm not crying. Yet."- he jokes and you laugh as he stands up, brushing off his pants.

"Oh, you look like shit."- he says as he finally looks at you closely.

"Wow, thanks."- you smack his arm and he squeals dramatically, grabbing at it.

"Sorry, I meant you look like you've had a bad day."- he says.

"I'm still having it."

"Not even my cute face makes it better?"- he pouts at you, batting his eyelashes.

"That makes it even worse."- you say, making a disgusted face. "Go to work Jisung and stop bothering me, I need to have the afternoon to myself."- you add, whining.

"So that means I'll come back after my shift."- he smirks.

"Only if you shower first."- you joke and he chuckles.

"Ofcourse. Now come here and let me give you a hug, you need one."- Jisung opens his arms.

"I really don't."- you shake your head at him.

"Yes, you really do."

"If you hug me I'll smack you!"

"Is that a promise?"- he smirks and you give in with a groan and let him wrap his arms around you.

You can truly never win, you always end up giving into his hugs and cuddles, knowing somewhere in the back of your mind that you crave to be close to him.

-

You had the whole afternoon planned out, cleaning up, doing some self care, taking a nap and then cooking dinner.

You ended up feeling sad and deflated, so you just stood under the shower, hoping that the water will somehow wash out the shitty day you had.

Fatigue got the better of you and you ended up falling asleep on your couch.

You stir awake, hearing the rustling of plastic bags and then a thud followed by Jisung cursing under his breath.

You lift your head up, squinting at him as he slowly walks towards you.

"Oh hey, did I wake you up?"- he asks gently.

"Yeah, kinda."- you say, feeling dizzy from the heat as you slowly sit up, wondering what day it is.

"I'm sorry."- he says as he puts the bags down.

"I hope this makes up for it. I brought you your favorite from work and I put extra love in it."- he smiles cutely and you really want to smack him in that moment, but in a good way.

"I'll think about forgiving you."- you tease and he chuckles.

"I'm gonna go shower and then I'll come hang with you."- he says.

"You mean annoy me?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."- he smirks.

You open up the bags and dig in immediately, your stomach growling at the sight of food.

Jisung comes back some 15 minutes later, practically skipping to you and throwing himself on the couch next to you, making you bounce a little.

"I left you some fries."- you say as you sip on your Coke.

"No, no, eat it all. I already ate at work."- he quickly shakes his head.

"Okay, don't need to tell me twice."- you start eating again and Jisung smiles at you adoringly.

"You won't believe the day I had."- he says when he snaps out of his trance.

"Tell me about it, I was this close to murdering someone."- you grumble.

"This woman came in and she returned her order 3 times, telling us it's not what she ordered when we clearly heard her say the order. Like we're some kind of five star restaurant not a freaking burger joint."

"Did she ask to talk to the manager?"- you snicker as you finish eating and lean back.

"Ofcourse she did, fucking Karen."- Jisung rolls his eyes and you laugh.

"The amount of those I had in the shop today. Not people making a fuss over yoghurt and milk, like I can't deal with them anymore. They wanna make petty drama where there is none. I wish I could just take a vacation away from everything."- you sigh and Jisung scoots closer to you, turning his body towards yours.

"Me too. I need a break."- he says and you turn to look at him, your heart skipping a beat when you realize how close his face is to yours.

"Let's run away."- he says suddenly and you laugh.

"We don't have any money to do that."- you say as you both lean on the headrest of your couch.

"We'll find a way. We can... juggle! Or sing on the street! Or you can read tarot cards!"- he flails his arms and you laugh, your giggles making Jisung's stomach swarm with butterflies.

"Keep pulling suggestions out of your ass."- you shake your head and he chuckles. "It's entertaining."

"But I'm for real. I would run away with you any time you asked. Like I'd pack my bags right now if you just said the word."- he says, his hand somehow finding yours.

"Where would we go?"- you ask, your fingers slotting between his.

"Anywhere we want. We would never stay in one place, we'd always look for new adventures. It would be me and you against the world."- he smiles, his boba eyes shiny as he looks at you.

"That sounds so nice."- your eyes fall to his lips. He's so close and it's so tempting but something inside you never lets you close that gap, mentally or physically.

Jisung's cheeks heat up as he catches you staring at his lips.

"But, it's just a fantasy."- you move away suddenly. "Real life is not like that. Real life is rude customers, exploitative bosses, barely making ends meet and this stupid heat that's making me feel even more disgusting."

"Way to bring the mood down."- Jisung snickers, squeezing your hand.

"You know me, y/n the party pooper."- you chuckle and he laughs.

"Oh but the party didn't even start yet!"- Jisung smirks and grabs the remote, turning the channels until he finds the commercial one, you always watch it together after midnight if you can't sleep, laughing at stupid stuff people sell.

"Oh my god!"- you chuckle. "This requires beer."

You go to get up but Jisung stops you.

"Let me."

"Damn, is Han Jisung actually a gentleman?"- you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

"I'll have you know that I'm a perfect gentleman."

"Mhm, right. I'll see about that."- you say as he brings two cans of beer.

"Yes you will."- he smirks, sitting down next to you.

Someone is selling a gilded statue of a peacock, complete with different colored jewels all over it.

"So kitschy. Like who'd want that staring at them at their house? My eyes would hurt."- you say with disgust on your face.

"It would be funny to get it though."- Jisung says and you laugh.

"They still didn't reveal the price. How much do you think it costs?"- you ask as the woman on the tv describes the kitschy statue and the materials it's made of.

"Why don't you take a guess? If you guess right, I'll do anything you ask of me and if you're way off you have to kiss me."- Jisung smirks and you smack his thigh.

"Again with the kissing! Fine! Let's do it. I guess 200 dollars."- you say annoyed and he laughs at you as he rubs his thigh.

"Alright, I guess 300 dollars."- he says.

You wait for the reveal in anticipation, and when the woman says 350 dollars, you freeze.

"Guess I owe you a kiss."- you sigh and turn towards Jisung.

He lookes completely and utterly bamboozled, his lips falling open as he stares at you, not blinking.

"Jisung?"- you wave a hand in front of his face.

"Right."- Jisung laughs, thinking you're joking around so he puckers his lips towards you, exaggerating for the effect, his eyes closed.

"Ji, please be normal about this."- you warn him, your hand on his and his eyes snap open.

"W-we're actually gonna kiss?! You're actually gonna kiss me?!"- he freaks out suddenly, his eyes widdened.

"A bet is a bet."- you shrug with a smirk, but on the inside you're freaking out the same way Jisung is.

"I'll take it."- he nods quickly.

"Why don't you start breathing first?"- you laugh, scooting closer to him so your knees are touching.

"Right, breathing, that's like important."- he says and takes a deep breath in as you giggle at him.

It's almost 2am and you decide to throw everything out the window as you lean in closer to Jisung's face. You can hear his breath hitch as you gently brush your lips on his.

Without any more stalling, you finally close the gap and press your lips into his. Your mind feels dizzy instantly, his lips are so soft and pliant against yours as he kisses you back eagerly.

You can feel the relief in his movements, like he was waiting for this for so long, and frankly so were you.

His hand ends up on your waist and you cup his face, some kind of hunger brewing inside you as you deepen the kiss, your tongue prying his lips open, making him moan.

His arms wrap around you as your tongues fight for dominance, making the kiss needy and messy, your teeth clashing and spit dribbling down your chin.

When you part for air both of you look dazed and Jisung squirms uncomfortably as he looks down. Your eyes follow his gaze and you chuckle at the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

"Really, Ji? One kiss is all it takes to have you this turned on?"- you grab his thigh and he jolts, gasping as he looks up at you.

"Don't make fun of me! It's your fault anyways."

"Oh it is, hm?"- you smirk, massaging his inner thigh, making his hips lift up for some kind of friction.

"Yeah, so help me get rid of it?"- he blinks at you with those puppy eyes of his, a cute pout on his lips for added effect.

The little manipulator.

"You're a horny little boy, Ji."- you chuckle, hooking your fingers in his pants and he gasps.

"Woah, you're going straight for it?!"- he panicks.

"What, do you want me to introduce myself to it first? State my name and business?"- you snicker and he laughs, smacking your arm.

"You make me feel so self-conscious just so you know."- Jisung groans as his head falls back and he covers his eyes with his arm.

"Aw, baby is shy."- you coo and pull his pants down in one swift move.

Jisung whines as his cock smacks against his stomach and your mouth waters at the sight.

"Damn, didn't know you were packing this much."- you say, your hand instantly wrapping around his throbbing member, the pre-cum already lubing your hand up as it dribbles down.

"Ahh, don't say shit like that. I'm gonna cum."- he whimpers and you laugh as you squeeze his cock, making his hips jolt upwards into your hand.

"Already? I didn't even do anything."- you smirk, running your thumb through his slit, playing with the pre-cum oozing out of it.

"Yes you did. You're... you."- he says.

"What does that mean?"- you chuckle, playing with the sensitive underside of his head, making his cock twitch in your hold.

"Means anything you do gets me hot."- he whines.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you can't look at me, Ji?"- you tease, grabbing his arm and trying to pry it off of his face.

He just whines and doesn't budge.

"Look at me, Jisung."- you say sternly, squeezing his cock again.

"Ah, fuck!"- he whines and finally looks at you.

His face is red in arousal and embarassment and you chuckle at the state of him.

"Keep your eyes on me."- you order, moving your hand up and down.

"Oh my god, y/n."- he whimpers, instantly looking down at your hand pleasuring him.

"Eyes on me, baby."- you warn again and he looks at you quickly.

You manage to slide your tank top down and Jisung's eyes are as wide as saucers.

"I see you always staring at my breasts."- you smirk, your free hand coming up to play with your nipple. "Would you like to touch them?"

"Y-yes, yes I would!"- he whimpers as you speed up your movement on his painfully hard cock, the squelching sounds going straight to your core.

"Say please."- you smirk, leaning closer to him.

"Please! Please!"- he looks desperate as you tease him, your breasts almost on his face.

"Okay, you can touch."- you say and his hands are instantly squeezing your flesh, thumbs running over your nipples.

He looks fixated so you change up the rhythm of your hand, cupping his balls with your other hand.

"S-shit!"- Jisung moans loudly as his cock twitches hard in your hand, and he cums, ropes of white cum painting your hand and his thighs.

Both of you gasp and he whines, his hands coming up to cover his face.

"Well, that was quick."- you chuckle.

"Oh my god, that's so embarassing. Please don't laugh at me."- he mumbles behind his hands as you wipe yours clean.

"Hey, don't be embarassed."- you quickly grab his hands, moving them away from his face. "I think that was so fucking hot."

"R-really?"- he pouts.

"Well, yeah. Shows me how much you want me."- you say, your eyes full of lust.

"I do, I want you so bad. I-I can go for more rounds if you're down."- he says almost timidly and you really want to eat him up.

"Ofcourse. I hate unfinished business."- you waste no time as you take off your pants and Jisung is quick to take his shirt off.

"Stay like that. I wanna ride your pretty cock."- you narrow your eyes at him and he whimpers.

"God, please do!"- he says, his voice strained as you grab his sensitive cock.

You throw your leg over him and hover above him as you start jerking him off again.

"Touch me."- you grab his wrist and pull his hand towards your pussy, dripping with arousal and begging to be filled up.

He runs his fingers on your wet folds, rubbing your pussy and you let out a needy moan as you grind against his fingers.

"Look who else is desperate."- Jisung smirks, feeling his chest swell with pride that he's the one making you feel like this.

"Shut up and put them in."- you groan, landing a light slap on his cock and he moans loudly, pushing his fingers inside your wetness as he squirms under your touch.

"D-don't make me cum yet."- he whimpers as you keep a steady pace on his cock while he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you, matching the speed of your hand.

"Ah, Jisung!"- you whine when he hits the spot inside you, making your legs shake.

The way you moaned his name got him twitching in your hand again. He speeds up and you grab his hand suddenly, stopping him.

"I don't want to fuck around anymore. I'm gonna fuck you now."- you smirk and he gulps, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and you aim his dick towards your entrance, sliding the wet head against your warmness.

Jisung plops his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and tasting your juices and you whine at the sight, sinking on his cock at the same time.

Jisung's head falls back as he pulls his fingers out with a pop, letting out a strained moan at the feeling of your velvety walls sliding down on his hard cock.

He grips your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck and start bouncing on him fast immediately, your thighs smacking down on his, your titties bouncing in his face.

Jisung starts whining desperately, he can't wrap his head around the fact that you're fucking on him so desperately, your nails digging into his back.

"Fuck me harder!"- he whines, pushing his hips up and you whimper as you fuck on him as fast and hard as you can. He follows your pace and meets your movements with his thrusts, pushing his cock so deep inside you that the tip presses into your cervix, making you see stars.

"Ah, Ji, you feel so good!"- you moan as you grip his shoulders, the couch creaking under the two of you fucking like some kind of feral animals.

"Mm you feel so good too. So tight around me."

Jisung digs his heels into your carpet and fucks you even harder, his hand landing a smack on your ass.

"Ow!"- you whimper and Jisung apologizes immediately, caressing your ass but he felt the way your pussy clenched around him when he spanked you.

"No, it's okay. Do it again."- you groan, barely catching a breath, your thighs are burning from all the exertion but the way his cock feels inside you beats the need to give your legs a rest.

Jisung's eyes are glazed over as he smacks you hard again, your hand tangles in his hair as you moan his name loudly. He leans in and captures your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he grips your ass, plummeting into your clenching hole.

You feel crazy as your orgasm hits you harder than ever before and you lift off of his dick just to squirt all over him.

"Jisung!"- you whimper and then look down realizing he's cumming too, just from the sight of you squirting and you grab his cock and help him get to his high.

"Ahh, y/n..."- he keeps moaning your name as you milk him dry, sweat covering both of your bodies, the fan behind you helping you cool down as goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Fuck that was so hot."- Jisung groans as the two of you cling to each other, not caring about the stickiness.

"Mhm."- you try to breathe as you lean your forehead on his shoulder.

"Can't believe I made you squirt."- he smirks and you lift up to look at him.

"Are you hard again?"- you chuckle in disbelief as you feel him grow beneath you.

"I told you I could go for more rounds."- he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Fine, let's go upstairs."- you stand up, wobbling on your feet a little and he helps you get steady.

"Really?"- he looks up at you cutely.

"Well, I'm not sleeping tonight."- you chuckle and he giggles as he lets you pull him up.

As soon as you get to your room, both of you fall into your bed and between the mess of sheets Jisung and you spend the night indulging in each other.

"I feel disgusting."- you whine 3 more rounds later as the two of you lay on your back and try to catch some breaths.

"Hey!"- he whines, smacking your thigh lightly and you laugh.

"Not like that. I mean the heat is disgusting. This really didn't help with that."- you look at him and he chuckles.

"I'd say it was worth it."- he smiles, his eyes hopeful and sparkly.

"I agree."- you nod and Jisung lifts up to give you a gentle kiss, contrast to the hungry and passionate kisses the two of you spent the night sharing.

It's almost 6am when the two of you are done cleaning up and changing the sheets.

"Are you gonna throw me out now?"- Jisung jokes as you lay down and he sits on your bed.

"Like that would work on you."- you chuckle and he laughs as he lays down.

"You know, my shift starts in two hours."- he says as he holds your hand.

"What?!"- you gasp and flick his forehead as he whines. "Why didn't you tell me you had the morning shift, you fool?"

"Well, I didn't want to lose what might've been my only chance."- he says quietly and you lean in and bite into his bicep making him yelp.

"What's that for?"- Jisung whimpers, grabbing at his arm.

"Nothing, you're just dumb and adorable. Now go to sleep."

-

You wake up around 11, the spot beside you empty and everything floods back into your mind, you can't believe you did all that sober.

A part of you feels embarassed but you know it was bound to happen sooner or later. Deep inside, you know you cared about Jisung a lot and you hoped he felt the same.

Losing him is unimaginable and even though he annoys you, you know you enjoy him 'bothering' you every day more than you would like to admit.

You're off work today so you finally gather the strength to clean up your whole house, and when you move your couch to vacuum, you see a little shiny lighter behind it.

You chuckle as you pick it up, it's Jisung's favorite lighter, one you covered with shiny stickers and heart doodles when both of you were high. You sigh and put it aside, wondering how Jisung will act today with you after everything that happened between the two of you last night.

You take a shower and a nap, and before long it's 5pm and your door swings open.

You're in the kitchen, finishing up on dinner as Jisung strolls in with a big smile on his face.

"Hey."- you say and he laughs as he pulls you into his arms.

"I missed you all day."- he says into your hair as he holds you tight and you wrap your arms around his dainty waist.

"Oh yeah?"- you smirk.

"Mhm."- he nuzzles into you. "I know you missed me too, admit it."- he adds and you chuckle as you both lean back to look at each other.

"Yeah, sure."- you tease him.

"I was gonna text you but um... my phone fell into the hot oil in our fryer."

"Oh my god Jisung! Stuff like that only happens to you."- you laugh and he shakes his head.

"Don't mock my troubles. I have to buy a new phone now."- he pouts.

"Why were you even looking at your phone near the hot oil?"- you chuckle, turning off the stove.

"I was... looking at your pics."- he says, his puffy cheeks rosy as he looks away.

"Ofcourse you were, you stalker."- you smack his arm. "Don't act all shy now, we're way pass that."- you add and he groans.

"You ruin every cute moment on purpose."- he pouts.

"And you bother me 24/7 but you don't hear me complain."- you tease.

"You complain all the time."- he snickers and you laugh.

"You don't mind, do you?"- you ask, hating that you feel vunerable in that moment but it's Jisung, your Jisung.

"Ofcourse I don't."- he says gently, sensing the shift in the tone and he leans closer to you, cupping your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I think we're way pass that too."- both of you chuckle as your lips collide in a sweet, gentle kiss.

It doesn't take much time for the kiss to get heated, and for Jisung to push you against the kitchen elements.

"Woah, calm down big boy. Dinner first."- you smirk and he laughs.

"Alright, but just because you cooked. You even cleaned up, what gives? I made you so happy last night that you were on cloud 9 today?"- he teases you and you narrow your eyes at him.

"What if I was?"- you tease back, pinching his cheek and he whines, grabbing at it dramatically.

"I was too. That's why I put my phone into the fryer instead of the fries."- he confesses and you laugh loudly, grabbing at your stomach.

"Go ahead, laugh at my misery."- Jisung says, but he's smiling too.

"Sorry, that's just such a Jisung thing to do. Like somehow your lighter ending up behind the couch."- you add, pulling the lighter out of your pocket and showing it to him.

"Oh, you found it! I knew it was somewhere around here."- he smiles as he takes it from your open palm and you can't help but wonder why he loves it so much.

"Why is it your favorite?"- you ask and he looks up at you, his eyes wide before they soften.

"Remember when I got it? Both of us had a bad day and it was raining like hell. I came to you with a baggy and you rolled a perfect joint like you always do. But, we couldn't find a lighter that was working so we had to run to the gas station in the rain like two idiots. And when we came back you let me shower here and you gave me your Sonic Youth shirt, which I know is your favorite so that was a great honor to me. To get to wear your favorite shirt that smells like you. And then you decorated the lighter when we finished smoking and you gave it to me and threatened that if I ever lost it you would kick me."- he laughs and you chuckle, your face burning and heart beating fast at the way he talked about you and that evening.

Ofcourse you remember, you remember every night with him.

"That was such a y/n thing to do."- he adds and you laugh as he grabs your hand.

"I guess it was."- you squeeze his hand lightly as you stare at each other.

"I told you I'd get in your pants."- he smirks suddenly and you roll your eyes, groaning at him.

"Ruining the moment. And it wasn't me this time."- you point at him and he laughs.

"Okay, how about this for the moment?"- he swallows and leans in closer.

"I love you, y/n. And I'm in love with you. Like so desperately. I can't stop thinking about you 24/7 and my favorite parts of the day are the parts I share with you. I know I bother you a lot and cling to you but I don't know how to stop. You're my favorite person ever. You're my person."- Jisung says and you almost melt down into a puddle.

"Don't stop bothering me ever, Ji. Because I... I love you too. And you're my favorite person in the whole world too."- you confess finally, feeling like a burden was lifted off of your heart.

"Good, because you can't get rid of me that easily."- he smirks, his lips on yours.

"Mhm."- you mutter against him, wanting to throw a witty comment back at him but he kisses you with so much emotion that any word lingering on your lips dies and you kiss back, grabbing at his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

"Hope you know I'll be spending even more time at your house now."- he smirks when you pull away.

"Ugh, I might start locking my door finally."- you joke and Jisung snorts.

"You'd forget to do it after one time."

"But you'll be there to remind me?"

"Ofcourse."

And he stays with you as he promised, selling his house a few months later and moving in with you even though it seemed like he was living there already.

More than half of his stuff was already in your house so the move in was easy. He remembered the night you talked about needing a break from everything and as soon as fall brought colder weather and less customers, the two of you planned a little trip.

You always heard that it can't get more better than having that one in a million chance to love and be loved by your favorite person in the whole world.

And you have that, you think as you smile at Jisung's silly cute face, and he looks at you mirroring your smile, making you feel like you're home with him, no matter where you are.

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needy; jjk (m)

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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 you 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 strangers(ish)2lovers, 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.

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hi can i ask how p1harmony would act if their partner run out of social battery in public settings? thank youu

when you run out of social battery ♡

# author's note … wow i haven’t written in this format for a while <\3

┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]

you’re both chill and stubborn so good luck with that :p

you always try to act like you’re not tired but if keeho asks you, you tell him the truth

if its an event he really really really wanted to attend you’ll both stay until he’s done but you can be assured he’ll pamper you later <3

and during too!

“one more hour, okay? there’s still some people i wanted to talk to” he pouted slightly and you just nodded, sending him a lazy smile “i’ll grab you a drink, hm?”

you watched him have fun and that warmed your heart. he was all giddy and excited, you just didn’t have the gut to go home now.

once he was done and satisfied, he ordered an uber and wrapped an arm around you waiting for it to arrive. your eyes were half closed, nuzzling into him for assurance.

“i’m so proud, you know? thank you for holding on, i really appreciate it. love you” he hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“anything for you. can you scratch my back when we go to sleep though?” you asked, raising your head up. keeho grinned with a nod.

“of course”

┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]

he could be in the middle of a concert and see a glimpse of tiredness on your face and call it a day

he’s soooo chivalrous:( he’ll take the blame so you don’t feel guilty for going home earlier

(even if you protest)

intak bursted out laughing at a joke one of his friends cracked and with a corner of his eye he saw your bland reaction. it was a sign you’re out of your social battery; well, you started feeling exhausted earlier - you became non verbal a while ago and started fiddling with your purse.

one look it took for you two to communicate that you’re tired. you opened your lips to announce it but intak grabbed your hand under the table and let out a sudden, loud gasp that even startled you.

“ah, i forgot i have practice tomorrow. shit, we moved it and it totally slipped my mind… the joke about horse just reminded me… you know, keeho… well, whatever. we’ll keep going, im so so sorry!” he said normally, rubbing your skin and sending his friends an apologetic smile “let’s do this again soon, guys! i had so much fun! let me know when you get home, okay?”

they were not too happy about it but let you go, minutes later you two sitting in a cab.

“you’re crazy” you grunted and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. seeing you a bit more relaxed now was worth it.

“i was getting tired too, either way.”

┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]

hes just so into whats happening that more often than not he kind of misses the stage when you run out of your battery :(

he feels really guilty when he does though so u can be sure the second he realizes you’re like,, half asleep, he’s taking you home

wont admit but lowkey ur sleepy state is far more worth observing than whatever he was doing at the social outing

“and then i won! literally snatched the ball from his hands and–” taeyang was explaining how he absolutely destroyed intak in a basketball game they had recently, when keeho nudged his arm.

“your partner is sleeping on seob. and he’s also asleep” the leader snickered and theo’s eyes widened as he scanned the place in search of you. eventually, he saw you and the youngest asleep on the couch. your head leaning on his shoulder, seob’s head resting on yours. a soft smile formed on taeyang’s lips.

“let’s get them home” he snickered and stood up. guilt washed over him that he didn’t notice earlier.

he gently woke you up, sleepy eyes meeting his. theo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hi, sleepyhead. sorry for not noticing earlier” he hummed and you just shook your head in protest.

“it’s okay, jongseob is a nice pillow” you snickered and your boyfriend just tsked.

“good thing we’re going home now. i’m a better pillow, actually” taeyang puffed his chest out dramatically and helped you stand up.

“not with that big head of yours, idiot–” the younger’s voice sounded quietly from below.

┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]

another gentleman 🥹

always puts you first, no matter the circumstances!!

does not care in the slightest what others will think,, like hello u wanna be home, so then be it!

you really tried to act like you’re not tired, you really did. but shota started showing you his island on his switch and you couldn’t help your eyes from closing a bit. you two ran off to hide your unwillingness to be here – since jiung really wanted to attend this party you just didn’t want to go home yet. since soul also felt a little sleepy and didn’t mind you not talking, you just watched his animal crossing shenanigans.

“here you two are” you heard a familiar voice and slowly looked up to see jiung. he sent you a soft smile and then noticed shota rubbing his eyes. “let’s go home, okay?”

“nooo you wanted to be here” you whined, a small pout on your lips. he shook his head and helped you stand up.

“i’ve had my fun. now it’s time for bed. both of you” he giggled and helped shota stand up too “i feel like a grumpy dad”

you scoffed and pecked his cheek, grabbing the younger boy’s switch before it slipped out of his hand. jiung sent you a warm smile and interlocked your hand with his.

┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]

he sooo gets the feeling of running out of social battery:(

when there are times when you run out of it sooner than him (which is rather the other way around) he’ll ,, well ..

go home without telling anyone (maybe except his mom (keeho))

“shota, i’m kinda tired” you mumbled into his ear, hanging on his shoulder tiredly. he scanned your face with wide eyes – and the hands that were anxiously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. he nodded, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers with his reassuringly “but we don’t have to–”

“let’s go then” your boyfriend smiled softly and dragged you to the exit, sneaking behind the crowd. you played along, pretending to be walking on your tip toes. once out, fresh air made you wake up a little.

“won’t they be worried?” you asked quietly. shota hummed in thought.

“no, i told keeho. besides, we left together” he shrugged and swung your hands a little. the gesture was really precious “do you want to play minecraft when we get home? we don’t have to talk”

┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]

honestly he couldn’t care less what others will think

if his baby is out of social battery, he’s out of there

he’s just so rebellious ! (will get yelled at later)

seob noticed you drifting away a while ago but only when you poked his arm gently, he was sure. he leaned forward to hear you better.

“i kind of want to go home but… if you want to stay that’s fine too. i just won’t be too talkative, i’m really tried” you told him, scanning his reaction. he nodded and looked at you. tucking back a stray hair behind your ear with a mischievous look in his eye.

“let’s head home then. it’s pissing me off that i can’t kiss you here with all the people around” he teased with a playful smile (and it’s not like that he’s too shy to do it in public or whatever).

jongseob took your hand gently and you two sneaked outside, leaving without a word.

“i wonder when will they notice” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his arm.

“if they even will” jongseob snickered.

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summary : you and your husband were throwing a bbq party, and sungho has somehow convinced you he was going to grill

genre : fluff, husband!sungho x afab!reader, girldad!sungho, non-idol!au, bbqdad!au tws : kisses, language, bad bbq puns, father sungho author notes : this is zanna's fault for indulging my delusions word count : 1.3k

“hey babygrill.” 

you turned, “sungho—”

“is it hot grill summer?” he asked, a wood-handled, metal spatula clutched between his fingers. “because you’re smoking hot.” you cringed, holding back a laugh as he leaned sideways, fingers turning the dial on the front of the grill. the vein in his neck strained with the angle, making it prominent against the midday sunlight. the defined muscles of his arms flexed, and you stared like you’d never seen him before—even though you’d been married to him for two years now, dating him for three before that. you reached out, tracing the lines, feeling the heat from the grill and sun combine against his untainted-tan skin. 

“i’m going to get our daughter ready,” he ignored your touch, knowing it wasn’t anything new. he liked it though, knowing you weren’t like that before him. “myself, too.”

“sure, babe.” he replied, hovering his palm a few inches over the metal rack he had cleaned just a couple minutes ago. “go ahead. i’ve got this all under control.”

who was he really trying to convince? you thought. your husband wasn’t a master chef by any means, but when you craved late-night snacks, he was definitely the man for the job.

“are you sure,” you quizzed. “maybe don’t start until i get back?”

“my love,” he met your eyes, head still slightly hung as he adjusted the heat. his longer hair fell to the side effortlessly, cascading like a waterfall. “i’ll be fine.”

“oh no,” you laughed. “i’m worried about my house, sungho.” 

he faked being offended. “what the hell? i’m a great chef!”

“you’re great at a lot of things, baby, there’s no doubt about it, but cooking just isn’t one of them.” his fake started to become genuine, arms crossing over his broad chest. you tried hard not to stare again. “right now!” you added, “practice makes perfect! but, just wait for me to supervise. i would like for there to be a backyard to have this party in…” you kissed his shoulder. “please?” 

ultimately, you always won him over. “fine, i’ll cut up stuff for the sides instead.” you weren't sure about that either, however it’s something you’ve made him do often for you. so, it should go fine, shouldn’t it? “but, hurry, i’d like to get these burgers sizzling. you could say, the steaks are high, right now, y/n. want them to be grate for our family and friends.” 

you mentally facepalmed. when did you marry such a cheesy guy? you guess it's for the best that he became a dad after all, with these (terrible) jokes of his. 

you left him to attend to the vegetables for the burgers, finding your daughter in front of a fan on the couch, basking in the air that blew directly in her face. bluey was playing on the TV, the accents rubbing off on her slightly. 

she lit up, “mommy!”

“hi, baby.” you plopped down next to her, and she instantly nozzled against your side. “do you wanna bet on daddy burning something?” 

she eyed you, then nodded, “seven fruit snacks.” you hummed, seemingly thinking it over. but before you had the chance to agree, she added, “and 45 minutes past bedtime.”

you cocked your head, slightly in disbelief, but mostly in amusement. 

“deal.” you held your hand for her to take, which she did (hand significantly smaller than yours) closing the bargain. “i have faith in my husband.” 

you lied, but regardless, you honestly wanted your miniature version to win.

you silently watched a couple more minutes with her, glancing at the clock on the wall. you threaded your hand through her hair, thinking about the styles you could put it into today; ultimately knowing what your kid would prefer. 

“first one ready gets dessert before dinner!”

she jumped off the couch, small legs carrying down the hall and presumably to the bathroom. you followed after a moment, hearing the water start to run.

once finished, you joined sungho outside again, prepared for guests to start showing up. he had to do a double take when you walked out, and if this was a cartoon, you feared his eyes would’ve been popping out of his head. 

“woah,” he snaked his hands around your waist, after abandoning the grill carelessly, planting a couple kisses against your lips and surrounding skin. “damn, are you a5 wagyu?” he murmured, eyes roaming over your figure, “‘cause you look expensive.”  

you caught the look your (almost) three year old daughter gave him; the same one she gave tomatoes. you stifled a laugh against his lips.  

“ew, daddy!” she shrieked at your kiss, wiggling in your arms to push him back. “that’s my mommy!” she argued, throwing her small limbs around your neck and puckering her lips against your cheek. 

“i’m sorry, baby.” he put his palm to your daughter's head gently, kissing her temple. “I’m just letting your mom follow my apron’s instructions.” he revealed said tightly-tied clothing: kiss the chef adorned with fake abs (not that he needed them) printed on it. once again, you wondered when you married such an unserious guy. 

she began to hysterically laugh, and you guffawed, sungho taking her from you gladly. she hugged around his neck, “damn girly, you got a grip.” she squeezed tighter, kissing his cheek too. “i almost passed out!” that prompted a competition between the two, giggles sounding throughout the backyard as your daughter hugged tighter and tighter. 

you were only interrupted when his parents voices cut through the noise, “where’s my pretty princess of a granddaughter?” suddenly said girl was pushing from your husband, trying her hardest to be put down; her grandparents were arguably her second-favorite people. they took care of her during your date-nights and any other time sungho would ask. you’d never had a good relationship with your parents, but you were glad that they took you in for your daughter and husband's sake. 

they met your side, gaining a hug from you. 

“daddy! put me down!” she whined, causing you to giggle at the sight, “please!” 

he shook his head, attacking her with more hugs and kisses. 

it was refreshing to see such a man who wasn’t afraid to show his love and adoration for someone–especially his daughter. 

finally she broke free, running the short distance to sungho’s dad and jumping into his arms. she resumed the game with him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

“i made you something last night!” her attempt to get put down was easier than before, and once she hit the ground she was off, ushering her grandma and grandpa to follow into the house. “c’mon, it’s for your fridge!” 

sungho met your side once again, arm around your midsection, your head laid on his shoulder. you were glad you started a family with him of all people, even though when you were younger you weren't sure you would ever have wanted kids; but everything just felt so safe and secure with him. every doubt and uncertainty was put to rest when he was around. 

“she converted me into a girl-dad.” 

you laughed, “babe, you’ve always been a girl dad. do you remember when we found out, no one cried harder than you did.” 

he waved you off with a pfft sound, “she’s just so adorable, you can’t blame me.” he broke away, arms up innocently, standing back. “she’s a miniature version of you.” 

you spun to face him, “no, she’s exactly like you, baby. terrible humor, no respect for bedtime, fluffy-ass hair.” 

a hum resonated. he was staring again, eyes flicking over you casually. “should we have another, you think? another girl, but i’d love a miniature version of me, too.” your eyebrows rose in amusement, until your attention found itself locked behind him on the copious amount of smoke. 

“it’s burning.” 

“yeah, i know.” he said in a duh-tone, words adorned with his eyes rolling, “you’re hotter than the grill.”

“no, babe.” you grabbed his bare shoulders, spinning him around. “there’s actually a fire right now.” 

“oh my god!” you didn’t need to be facing him to see his eyes go wide, shoulders tensing under your grip. you giggled, sungho moving quickly to grab the tongs from the side table and move the food from the flame that had developed. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked, slightly frantic. 

“i guess you could say… missteaks were made.”

he turned slowly, a shit-eating grin across his face, “i knew you liked them.”

of course you did. it was sungho. 

suddenly a voice called out, “mommy, you owe me my fruit snacks!”

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Pairing: P1harmony Jiung x GN!Reader Ft. Theo and Keeho

Word count: 581

Summary: When things get rocky between Jiung and Y/n, Keeho urges him to write a letter explaining his feelings.

A/n: Hey so you remember that one letter Jiung wrote to Y/n that I was telling you about?? Lol well here it is! I was supposed to post it months ago, but I kept putting it off. I hope you enjoy!!

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Read this first! (The original fic this letter is intended for)

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2024.08.25

Hi my love,

Keeho told me that you liked getting letters and I realized that throughout our relationship I haven’t really sat down to write you one and I’m sorry. I hope to change that, but it may be too late, isn't it? I don’t know but I love you so much. I don’t have an excuse for why I treated you so poorly and honestly I shouldn’t be making excuses. You deserve so much better and yet you chose to stay by my side. I could never thank you enough for being with me through thick and thin. Just your presence alone motivated me to continue my journey and work harder as a producer.

I wanted to say that I’m sorry for not being more present... which is ironic considering you’ve been there for me and yet I couldn’t return the gesture. Some boyfriend, right? Now that I’m thinking about it I should have done more for you. I should have put my work on pause  because let’s face it, it’s not like it would have hurt my career. The only reason I’m where I am today is because of you and the support you’ve given me.

That night should not have ended the way it did. I should have ran after to stop you from walking away. I should have fought more for our relationship. I don’t know why I just sat there, it was so stupid of me. You know Theo and Keeho nearly jumped me when I told them we had ended things. Theo called me an idiot and Keeho, well you know how he is. He said he’d throw out my music equipment if I didn’t do something. Babe, you don’t understand, he literally showed up at my studio everyday for a week to remind me.

All this to say that I love you so much. I miss our silly dates and the times you made me smile. Like that one time we both cried watching Up and when we both got lost in the middle of the night trying to find your apartment. I miss those times and I miss how you used to leave me meals in front of my studio with the sweetest notes (I keep them in a box under my bed) and how you always call me first when you have good news, not even Keeho. I miss when you’d fall asleep on my shoulder when we’d take the bus home from the studio and your little happy dances when you ate good food. God, I should probably stop, but I won’t. I don’t know how else to say this, but I am still so deeply in love with you.

When the time comes and if you give me another chance, I want to say how blessed I am to have you in my life. Who else am I going on my nature walks with? Who else enjoys hikes? Theo and Keeho said they’d rather be stuck doing my laundry rather than explore nature with me (maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point). I love sending you pictures of my hikes, the sky or animals because they remind me of how beautiful you are. Your beauty truly surpasses nature and I am so lucky to have had you in my life.

Until then, please continue to take care of yourself and know that I am always here for you.

Sincerely,

Your one and only Choi Jiung 

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