your new roommate has the body of a literal greek god and the heart of a gentleman. you never expected to want him in more ways than one, but a sudden incident sparks a craving you can't ignore — and a little 'extracurricular practice' lands you straight onto his cock.
#002 — he in my tummy, bye bye to my ribs
watching your best friend get bigger and bigger was a test of patience you were already losing. who knew a little praise slipping from his mouth would be the exact thing to break you, leaving you whimpering under him ?
𑣲 minho .ᐟ
#001 — rockstar
his voice on stage is pure sin, but you’re the only one he wants to ruin tonight. the second he steps into the dark, that heavy focus shifts, making you completely helpless under him.
#002 — the pleasure is all ours ft. jisung
confessing your feelings to your best friend is hard enough. but confessing to two — especially when they’re already in a relationship together ? it feels impossible. except, it isn't. because they want you right between them just as much as you want them — and the pleasure is all theirs.
#003 — zero eight zero one
having minho in the flat right beside yours means there's nowhere to hide from the tension. a single wall is the only thing keeping you apart, and it’s only a matter of time before that thin line completely disappears.
chapter 1: a loafer full of fur
chapter 2: a crumble in the shared wall
chapter 3: a splash on the composure
chapter 4: a dent in the pillows
chapter 5: a tremor in the proximity
chapter 6: a breach through the lace
chapter 7: a sizzle in the resolve
chapter 8: a graze of the lips
bonus: smau
#004 — knuckle in — i meant, buckle in
being a brat was fun until minho decided to teach you a lesson. now, there is no running and no backing out — all you can do is buckle in and find yourself completely at his mercy.
𑣲 changbin .ᐟ
#001 — jackhammered
he overheard every single word you said to your friend, and now there’s no taking it back. he’s ready to make you live through it —no slowing down, no breathing room, just him taking exactly what he wants while you beg for a single breath.
𑣲 hyunjin .ᐟ
#001 — buckle up, buttercup
it started with a simple invitation for a late-night drive, but the second your boyfriend pulls over, the tension completely shifts. he looks at you with that slow, dangerous smirk — knowing you have absolutely no idea what you just stepped into.
#002 — gimme gimme more
continents apart, and he still manages to completely ruin you. with nothing but his text commands guiding your hands, he slowly pushes you over the edge — leaving you breathless, undone, and completely at the mercy of his words.
𑣲 han .ᐟ
#001 — lollipop ?
a single look from him is enough to make you completely forget what you were saying. you think you're the one playing games, but he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to taste exactly how sweet you can be.
#002 — the pleasure is all ours ft. minho
confessing your feelings to your best friend is hard enough. but confessing to two — especially when they’re already in a relationship together ? it feels impossible. except, it isn't. because they want you right between them just as much as you want them — and the pleasure is all theirs.
#003 — thick thighs save lives (pt.1)
the quiet yearning and academic rivalry were easy to maintain — until the lines between the classroom and the screen completely blurred. the secret you've been hiding behind a camera is about to collide head-on with the boy sitting next to you in the library. will he finally connect the dots and turn his wildest, late-night support into a shameless reality ?
#004 — can your thighs and my face have a meet-cute ? (pt.2)
the moment the masks come off, there is no going back to just being top-of-the-class rivals. discovering that the boy you’ve been pining for in real life is the same one worshiping you behind a screen changes everything. the hesitation is completely gone, and he’s ready to trade the quiet library stares for something incredibly enticing, proving exactly how loud things can get when your worlds finally collide.
𑣲 felix .ᐟ
coming soon
𑣲 seungmin .ᐟ
#001 — 'cause this type of love's the epitome
academic rivalry doesn't mean a thing when the library door clicks locked. between the quiet stacks, the strict self-control he’s famous for completely vanishes. your books are slammed shut, his hands are on your waist, and the only thing left to do is stifle your breaths against his skin before you get caught.
𑣲 jeongin .ᐟ
#001 — i let him taste it, now he diabetic
best friends aren't supposed to ask questions that make your breath hitch. but the second you admit, the boundaries shatter. he doesn't hesitate, dropping to his knees to show you exactly what you've been missing — and discovering a sweetness he never plans on giving up.
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who knew that watching your best friend get this much bigger would make the "just friends" lie feel so dangerously thin ?
pairing: bang chan x reader, friends to lovers
genre: smut; fluff
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors do not interact), fingering, unprotected sex (please use contraceptives !), praise kink, size kink
word count: 3.55k
kysa's note: had this freaky title in my wips and it's finally here, drowning in praise (#lovepraisekink) hopefully it's as good as i had hoped to make it :) leave your thoughts in the comments, hope you enjoy ! xoxo.
you loved hanging out with your boys, you seriously did. you had met chan and jeongin in university three years ago — a tiny, tight-knit circle whose lives had become tangled in a way that could only be fated. out of everyone you’d met during those years, they were the ones who stuck. you loved them.
okay maybe someone a tad bit more.
bang christopher chan.
you had met him through shared music production classes back when you were all just trying to survive your first year. the first proper meeting between you all had happened while you and jeongin were drowning in a final project; chan had simply dropped by with coffee and some words of encouragement. you learned quickly that that was just how chan was — kind, caring and the literal definition of a gentleman.
he had kept that reputation up for years, whether he was picking you up from the library when you were too tired to walk or showing up at your door with food when you were drowning in assignments, detached from the world. before you knew it, he had nestled into a permanent, sweet corner of your heart. your crush on him kept growing but you reminded yourself that it's just chan — being kind and caring and him.
you controlled yourself, or rather, you feigned whatever remnants of control were left in your body. you feigned it so well that apparently jeongin knew, but the man in question remained oblivious. it was easy to hide because you believed that was just chan — the hardworking soul who cared for his two best friends with the same steady, protective warmth.
so all was good. you continued with the act.
because that’s what it was — an act. for years, you had lied, playing the part of the perfect friend, pretending his presence didn't make your pulse skip.
and that lie was currently biting you in the ass.
you were calm.
obviously.
most definitely.
it wasn't like the visuals were currently playing tug-of-war with your heartbeat.
it was your typical movie night, hosted at chan and jeongin’s place. jeongin had asked you to come early to help with snacks since chan was out at the gym. you had arrived with bags of groceries, helping him prep while he chattered away about the horror movie he had picked. while he handled the popcorn, you filled the bowls with crisps. while he stepped away for a call, you placed the bowls on the table and settled on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
then, the door swung open.
chan entered, his body covered in a slight sheen of sweat, gym bag slung over his shoulder. clad in a black chrome hearts hoodie, he looked so devastatingly hot it had your mouth drying, your eyes straying to the sliver of skin visible at his chest and neck.
"hey, sorry i'm late to my own hosting duties," chan spoke, locking the door behind him. his voice was a bit deeper than usual, roughened by his workout, and it sent a localized shiver straight down your spine. "missed my session this morning so i had to squeeze it in now. you been waiting long ?"
"ah, don't worry about it — besides, innie is way more fun to be around anyways." you managed to joke, your voice only slightly higher than usual as you tried to hide your flustered state behind a playful jab.
chan just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that felt far too intimate for the living room. "is that so ? i'll remember that next time you need a coffee run."
just then, jeongin appeared from the kitchen and plopped down on the floor right in front of you, leaning his back against the sofa near your knees. he was already rambling about the jump-scares in the movie. you reached out instinctively, ruffling his hair as he talked; he was essentially the younger brother you had never had. there was a comfortable, protective warmth between you two — a bond so effortless that he felt like home. he was the only one who could get away with forcing you to watch a horror movie you were terrified of just by giving you those puppy eyes.
"don't listen to him," jeongin chirped, looking up at you with a grin. "i'll protect you from the ghosts. chan hyung is the one who's going to be screaming."
"in your dreams, kid," chan muttered, heading toward the bathroom.
a few minutes later, you caught a waft of fresh, musk-scented shampoo. before the scent could even reach your lungs, a freshly showered chan sat on the couch right beside you. his fingers carded through his wet ash-blonde hair, the hue shining as if it existed only to be his hair colour. once you moved past that, you froze.
you sat there, way too still for a living, breathing human body.
chan was sitting beside you, clad in a black tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
the fabric barely contained the gym results he had been hiding under heavy hoodies for months. his arms were thick, the skin pulled tight over hard muscle, and every time he moved, his pecs flexed against the thin material of the tank. when he leaned forward to grab his drink, the sight of his back muscles shifting and roping beneath the black fabric was enough to make your brain short-circuit. even his thighs, thick and straining against the hem of his shorts as he settled into the cushions, seemed to take up more space than they used to.
the couch felt smaller. the air felt thinner.
when did he get so big ? his arms, his shoulders, his back — the thought looped in your head, a frantic, rhythmic mantra while you stared at the tv without seeing a single thing.
you could feel the heat radiating off him, a steady pulse of warmth that made your own skin feel too tight. every time he shifted, the scent of his soap mixed with the lingering warmth of his skin hit you, sending your internal monologue spiraling into territory that definitely wasn't 'just friends'. you were so focused on the sheer physical gravity of him that you missed the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face — his expression unreadable, heavy, and far too focused.
"you okay ?" he murmured, the low vibration of his voice closer to your ear than you were prepared for. "you're awfully quiet tonight."
"oh y-yea, it's n-nothing," you mumbled, mentally screaming at yourself for tripping over such simple words. you forced your eyes back to the screen, staring at the flickering shadows with a focus that was borderline painful.
but just as your heartbeat started to settle into a manageable rhythm, the movie decided it was finished being subtle. a sudden, bone-chilling screech echoed through the speakers, paired with a visual so jarring that your body reacted before your brain could catch up.
you flinched violently, your entire frame jolting sideways as you sought out the nearest solid thing to anchor you. your hands scrambled, fingers digging instinctively into the nearest source of heat — chan’s bicep.
you didn't just touch him — you clung to him, your face pressing into the crook of his shoulder as you tried to hide from the screen. his arm was hot beneath your touch, so much wider and stronger than you had imagined when you were just looking at it. the sheer density of his muscle under the thin cotton of the tank top made your breath hitch for an entirely different reason than the ghost on screen.
"shit," you breathed out against his skin, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "i hate this. i seriously hate you both for making me do this."
jeongin let out a delighted cackle from his spot on the floor, not even looking back as he reached for a handful of popcorn. "don't pass out before the second act !"
chan didn't laugh. if anything, he seemed to go incredibly still. for a second, you worried you had overstepped, that the 'act' was finally broken. you started to pull back, your fingers beginning to loosen their desperate grip on his arm, but before you could retreat, his hand came up.
his large palm covered your own, his fingers curling over yours to lock your hand firmly against his bicep. he didn't let you pull away. instead, he shifted his weight, leaning into you until you were tucked securely against his side, practically swallowed by his bulk. the movement caused his tank top to strain even further, the fabric groaning against the width of his chest.
"it's okay," chan murmured, his voice dropping into a register so low it felt like a physical vibration against your temple. "i've got you. you don't have to let go."
i don't have to let go — the thought was a dizzying loop in your mind. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the scent of his shampoo and warm skin wrapping around you like a cocoon. you felt so small next to him, so fragile, and the way he was looking down at you — gaze heavy and dark — made a tiny, involuntary whimper climb up your throat.
it was a pathetic, needy little sound, and you tried really hard to swallow it, but it was too late.
chan heard it.
he leaned in just an inch closer, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as the movie’s soundtrack swelled to a roar, masking his words from jeongin.
"that's it, such a good girl, staying so still for me," he whispered, the praise hitting you like a physical weight. "just keep holding on, sweetheart. you're doing so well."
oh. fuck.
did he just — ? did he just call you, a good girl ?
your grip tightened on his arm, your knuckles turning white as you felt your act crumbling. the horror movie was still playing, but the only thing you could actually feel was the heat of chan’s body and the way his voice was slowly, deliberately dismantling every bit of control you had left.
the air in the room shifted, turning thick and heavy as the movie’s score reached a frantic, screeching crescendo. jeongin was still glued to the screen, completely oblivious to the silent collapse of your composure just inches away.
every time your heart tried to find its rhythm, chan’s thumb would brush slowly, deliberately, over the back of your hand — a rhythmic, possessive movement that kept you pinned to his side. you were leaning into him so heavily now that you could feel the individual ribs of his tank top pressing against your cheek, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin fabric like a fever.
suddenly, he dropped his hand from your shoulder to your waist, fingers grazing the skin where your shirt had lifted. despite much controlling, another whimper escaped you, a tiny, broken sound that was lost to everyone but him.
"you’re so sensitive, aren't you?" chan’s voice vibrated against the shell of your ear. "making those needy little noises just because i'm holding you."
jesus fucking christ —
"stop — please stop" your mind pleaded, but your body was betraying you, arching almost imperceptibly toward the source of the praise. your internal monologue was a chaotic mess of two years of pining finally crashing into the reality of his massive, solid frame.
you felt small. you felt seen. and for the first time, you felt like he was done pretending.
he leaned in, his nose brushing against your temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.
"i think the movie is getting to be too much for you," he murmured, though his eyes weren't on the screen. "how about we go to my room ? i'll help you calm down."
the promise — the promise of help was what finally made you stop pretending. you couldn't even find your voice to answer. you just nodded — a jerky, frantic movement that had his lips curling into a shadow of a smirk.
chan stood up, his massive frame towering over you for a second before he reached down, his hand wrapping around yours and pulling you upward. the sheer strength in his grip was effortless, reminding you of his strength that had been distracting you all night.
"innie, we're gonna head in. she's a bit too spooked," chan called out, his voice perfectly casual, slipping back into that normal tone so easily it made your head spin.
jeongin didn't even look up from the screen, waving a dismissive hand. "yeah, yeah. go protect your person, hyung. don't let the ghosts get 'em."
the moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of your own jagged breathing. chan didn't move toward the bed. instead, he turned, his bulk immediately crowding you back against the solid wood of the door.
he didn't touch you yet, but he didn't have to. he just stood there, his shoulders blocking out the light, the black tank top clinging to his chest as it rose and fell with a sudden, heavy intensity.
"now," he whispered, his voice dropping into that commanding register that made your knees go weak. "tell me why you were making those sounds on the couch ? why did those pretty whimpers escape your throat, baby ?
your mouth went dry, mind reeling as the words fell into your ears — he found your whimper pretty ? and the nickname — good god.
you looked up at him, the height difference feeling more pronounced than ever in the quiet of his room.
"i... i don't know," you breathed, another sound escaping as he stepped even closer, his thick thighs brushing against yours.
"liar," he coaxed, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging across your lower lip. "you were being such a good girl out there, acting so sweet for me. do you want to keep being good ?"
your soul agreed before you could.
"b-big — y-you're so b-big, channie" you whispered, throat bobbing as you waited for his reaction with bated breath.
chan chuckled as his fingers slid back to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back until you had no choice but to take all of him in.
"is that what's distracting you, sweetheart ?" he murmured, stepping even deeper into your space until you were pinned flat against the door.
up close, the sheer scale of him was terrifying in the best way possible. his chest was a broad wall of solid muscle, the thin fabric of his tank top damp and clinging to every ridge of his torso.
"i've been working so hard for you," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that chesty, gravelly tone that made your knees buckle. "waiting for the day you’d finally stop pretending and just tell me how much you liked it."
he worked out for you ?
the realisation hit you with a force, making your knees buckle.
his free hand came down, his large palm splaying over your stomach, his fingers spanning nearly the entire width of your waist. he pressed in just enough to make you gasp, his thumb grazing the bottom of your ribs.
"made my shoulders broad for you to lay on, made my biceps bigger for you to hold, made myself stronger so i can — " he continued, his voice trailing off into a low, dark growl as he pressed his hips firmly into yours.
the sentence didn't need to be finished. you could feel exactly what he meant as his eyes darkened, tracking the way your breath hitched the moment you felt the hard length of him through his shorts, pressing firmly against your thighs.
you could only let out a broken, high-pitched whimper, your hands coming up to rest uselessly against his massive biceps. they felt like iron beneath your palms, so thick that your fingers couldn't even dream of meeting on the other side. the realization of just how much bigger he was than you sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.
"channie, p-please — " you whispered, arching into him as you moved your hands to his chest, slightly digging in order to ground yourself.
the friction of your palms against his chest only made him growl, a low sound that vibrated through your own ribcage. he couldn't wait for you to finish your plea. with a single, effortless motion, he hooked his hands under your thighs and hiked you up, your back hitting the door with a soft thud as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
the sheer bulk of him was even more overwhelming now that you were flush against him. just then he pressed his lips against yours, groaning as you moaned into the kiss. a shiver ran down your spine as chan sucked on your lower lip, swallowing your tiny gasps. a slight nip on your lips had you moaning his name and all his restraints snapped.
chan laid you on the bed, the mattress divotting deeply under his weight as he crawled over you, caging you in with those massive shoulders. as the last of your clothes were discarded, the reality of him hit you like a physical blow.
god, he was big everywhere. your eyes blown wide, you tracked the lines of his body — the roped muscle of his thighs, the sheer width of his chest, and then, the sight of him fully hardened and twitching against his stomach. he was thick, heavy, and looked utterly impossible.
chan didn't give you time to overthink it. he was over you in a second, his large hand sliding down to find you already sopping wet, your body betraying how long you had craved this. he pushed two thick fingers inside you, stretching you open as he watched your face go slack, eyes rolling back.
"fuck, you’re so wet for me, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice a gravelly vibration. "did you get like this just thinking about me ? thinking about how much of me you could take ? fuck, you're so ready."
you arched off the bed, your fingers digging into the iron-hard muscle of his biceps. "please, c-chan — put it in. oh fuck — please, i need it so bad."
"you want it?" he growled, "show me how much you want it. tell me, princess."
"want you so fucking bad, i'm aching — please, channie — " you whimpered, spreading your legs wider giving him a perfect view of your sopping cunt stuffed full of his fingers. that was all the invitation he needed.
he repositioned himself, the broad head of his length probing at your entrance. he moved slowly, testing the tension, but as your own juices acted as a slick invitation, he could'nt help but slide in one heavy thrust.
the friction was staggering. you felt your breath leave your body in a silent scream as he slid in all at once, his sheer girth stretching you to the absolute limit. he didn't stop until his pelvis crashed against yours, buried to the hilt.
"oh god — fuuuuuuuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he took a ragged breath. "you're so tight — nghhhh, you're wrapping around me like you were fucking made for me. such a good girl, taking all of me so perfectly. fuck — you feel heavenly, baby."
it felt like he was everywhere. the sensation was so deep it was visceral — you could swear you felt him pressing against your very ribs, filling the entirety of your core until there was no room left for air — breathing nothing but him. as you looked down, a visible, terrifyingly hot bulge appeared in the soft skin of your lower stomach, marking exactly where he was stretched inside you.
"look at that," he whispered, his eyes following yours to where his size was distorting your form, his thumb stroking your hip. "look at what you're holding for me. it's right in your tummy, isn't it ?
he didn't wait for a response before he started snapping his hips, his pace sudden and much fucking needed. every thrust was a heavy, wet thud, his balls slapping against you as he drove himself into you with the strength he’d spent years building.
"fuck — yea yea yea — just like that," you sobbed out, your head tossing back as he hit your sweet spot. "nghhhh, channie, right there — oh god, fuck !"
"yeah ? you like that ?" he growled, his hands sliding under your hips to tilt you up, making the penetration even deeper, even more ruinous. "fuck, you're taking every inch beautifully. you were always mine, hm ? you just had to be brave enough to let me in. so brave for me, sweetheart. good fucking girl — fuck, you're so tight."
you were a mess of whimpers and shattered breaths, your body shaking under the weight of his broad shoulders and the relentless stretch of him. the sound of wet friction and his heavy grunts filled the room, a filthy symphony of the three years of pining finally exploding.
"that’s it, give it all to me," he choked out, his voice breaking as he felt you begin to climax. "fuckfuckfuck — stay right there. let me fill you up until you can't feel anything but me. you did so well for me, sweetheart. oh god, fuck —"
he delivered one final, soul-crushing thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled into you as you both unravelled simultaneously. wrapped in his arms, swallowed by his bulk, you finally understood. the gentleman was gone, but the man who remained was exactly what you had always needed to be whole.
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who knew sharing a flat with a literal greek god would involve so much 'extra-curricular practice' ?
pairing: bang chan x reader, roommates to lovers
genre: smut; fluff
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors do not interact)
word count: 4k
kysa's note: this one is — ahem — pretty self indulgent, and let's just say, i have indulged. a lot. it's a tad bit longer than my first fic and it's about my second husband - bang chan (and this is actually about banging chan — okayokay i'll stop) have fun reading and leave your thoughts in the comments, xoxo
is this legal ?
is looking this delectable actually allowed by law ?
these were the only thoughts that fired through your brain, as you stared at the man standing in the doorway of your shared flat. before you could attempt to gather yourself, the literal personification of a greek god introduced himself with a smile. (wait — were those dimples ?)
"hey ! i'm chan," his voice a low melodic hum, "i guess we'll be sharing this flat."
you shuffled your feet awkwardly and offered a smile, "oh- hi ! i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you, uh — chan."
and that was how you ended up sharing a university flat with the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon.
chan was a great flatmate — exceptional, honestly. he possessed a kindness that felt both effortless and deeply intentional, manifesting in the smallest, sweetest gestures. he would offer to buy your groceries, even arranging them in the pantry. once he learnt about your favourite snacks — always in the grocery list you gave him before thanking him profusely — he'd make sure to keep them stocked. it became a routine; the comforting crinkle of a fresh bag of chips waiting for you, or the silent, sweet reminder of a fresh water bottle left by your bedroom door to ensure you stayed hydrated.
naturally, you did your best to reciprocate. you kept the common areas spotless and grabbed his favorite coffee on your way home. you’d pick up little things here and there — a candle he liked the scent of, or a new dish soap — hoping your actions spoke louder than your words. but mostly, you tried to be a 'good' flatmate by hiding the massive crush you had developed on him.
was it really your fault though ?
was any human being actually designed to withstand this much temptation ?
he was just the perfect blend of genuine kindness and pure devastation. it was impossible for you to function with him in your line of sight. when he lounged around in a tank top, it was like a master class in human anatomy — every muscle sculpted and defined. and god bless whoever invented the compression shirts he wore for his gym sessions, because wow — the way the fabric clung to his frame should have been a public health hazard. then there was the way he’d just settle onto the sofa, knees wide, manspreading. it was enough to make your brain short-circuit every single time. you had never felt this distracted, this enamoured by someone, but he — he was all you could think about. in a flat meant for two, chan had somehow managed to take up every inch of your headspace.
but you couldn't bring yourself to act on it.
of course the guy was a fucking michelin star meal and you'd love to eat him up — but you were convinced he was just being the world’s nicest guy. you weren't about to ruin a perfectly good living situation because you were delusional. your heart was screaming for him, but your logic was playing it safe.
today was supposed be no different. the lectures had been long and you were exhausted, to say the least. since chan was usually stuck in his own classes at this time, you figured the apartment was your private sanctuary. you had traded your denims and jacket for a soft oversized shirt with nothing underneath, heading to the bathroom to wash your face.
but as you turned towards the sink, your brain short-circuited. your eyes hit a pair of solid, damp legs first. before you could even process why there was a person in your 'empty' home, your gaze traveled upwards, and —
oh.
chan stood in front of you, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. his blonde wet hair was slicked back as tiny droplets of water were racing down his torso, tracing the deep, insane curves of his muscles before disappearing into the folds of the towel.
you were pretty sure you were salivating.
in fact, you were reasonably certain your soul had actually left your body and was currently vibrating somewhere on the bathroom ceiling.
mortified by the fact that you were blatantly staring, you snapped out of the stupor. a string of frantic, nonsensical apologies tumbled from your lips as you bolted for your room, slamming the door shut with a deafening thud.
the next day, you changed your entire routine to avoid him at all costs. you left for university before he woke up and returned when he had left for his late-evening gym sessions. you couldn't bare to meet his eyes and you needed distraction from the mental loop of his damp, glistening skin.
so you drowned yourself in academics, joined debate club, and loaded yourself with every co-curricular possible. slowly and gradually, you became a ghost in your own house, even timing your bathroom and kitchen runs so as to not run into him.
but your body was a complete traitor to the cause. the ache between your legs was constant — a heavy, pulsing reminder — that your self-control was hanging by a thread. it got so bad you had to start wearing a bra at home because your nipples would literally perk up the second you heard his voice.
chan would try to catch you, his brow furrowing as you’d give him a quick, breathless smile before rushing to your room. little did he know, you were terrified that if he said your name in that low, honeyed tone — if he even stepped an inch too close — you’d actually moan right there over the toaster. even your own fingers were unable to ease this ever-present tension.
you had to do something. anything.
and you did.
you ordered a dildo.
a dildo — based on your entirely unintentional mental measurements from the shower incident.
it became your nightly ritual — your reward for a day of acting like his presence didn't wreck you. you would wait for the tell-tale sound of the front door clicking shut as he headed to the gym, and then you’d finally let yourself go. it was the only way to flush the tension out of your system, a desperate attempt to reset your brain so you could wake up the next morning and pretend you weren't dying to have the real thing.
then he posted on instagram.
a video of him working out.
bare chested.
the way that this man managed to find you despite all your attempts to evade him was fucking hilarious. by the time your last lecture ended, you were a wreck. sitting through a double-period of microeconomic theory while your skin felt three sizes too small, was a brand of hell you wouldn't wish on anyone. you practically ran home, bolted into your room, and reached for the silicone substitute. it wasn't him — it could never be him — but it was the only relief you had.
you kicked off your sweatpants, falling back onto the bed and shoving your underwear aside. wetting your fingers, you worked to spread your own slick, the friction of your touch only making the ache worse.
"mmmmh — fuck fuck fuck — chaaaaan," you whimpered into the mattress, your voice cracking as you shoved the silicone deep, trying to mimic the heavy, rhythmic stretch you craved. in delusion of taking him in one go, impressing him, what slipped your mind was the amount of time that had passed.
you didn't hear the front door.
you didn't hear the heavy thud of his gym bag.
as chan unlocked the door of the apartment, he couldn't help but think about the last time he had seen you, let aside talk. as he walked past your bedroom door, he froze. a series of sounds filtered through the wood—stifled, breathless moans, to be precise.
he knew he should walk away.
he knew he shouldn't linger by your door.
he knew he definitely shouldn't look for the slight, accidental gap in the doorframe.
but it didn't stop him.
and how fucking glad he was for that lapse in judgement.
because the view that met him was nothing short of ethereal.
you were sprawled on the bed, hands between your plush thighs. he watched in awe, as your juices dripped onto the sheets from your glistening folds.
you were burying a dildo deep inside your pussy.
well, 'burying' was an understatement — you were ramming the silicone into your cunt, your hips arching off the mattress as you babbled something incoherent into the pillows. your expression was a blurred mask of ecstasy and ache, hanging somewhere between heaven and hell.
chan stood rooted to the spot, his lungs burning as he tried to catch the broken syllables falling from your lips. he strained to listen, his heart hammering against his ribs until — finally — the sound crystallized.
"— aaan, ch-chan — oh fuuuck — nghhhh," your muffled moans tore through the quiet of the room.
the realisation hit him like a physical blow.
chan had spent weeks wondering why you were so painfully shy around him. he had seen you with your friends — laughing, vibrant, and quick-witted. he had even sat in the back of the lecture hall during your last debate, watching in awe as you stood perfectly confident, articulate, and eloquent.
so why did you turn into a mumbling, avoiding mess the second he entered a room ? why did your words always fail you when it came to him ?
looking at you now, hearing the way you sobbed his name into the mattress, the answer finally clicked.
you weren't afraid of him.
you were starving for him.
the same girl who sat in the library for hours, head tucked over a textbook, was now squirming at the thought of him over her.
the same girl who spoke with such fierce intelligence at the debate podium was currently ruining herself to the thought of him railing her into oblivion.
the same girl who had become a ghost in their shared home was moaning his name into a lonely mattress.
the same girl chan had fallen for was shoving a dildo inside herself, wishing it was him.
yes — chan had fallen. hard.
at first, it had been simple, friendly affection. but then he saw the quiet, caring way you moved through his life. he noticed the way you’d bring him coffee without being asked, the way you genuinely listened when he talked about his day, and how you kept the apartment feeling like a home. you would cook his favorite meals when he was stressed and tell him to rest in that soft, sweet voice of yours whenever he overdid it at the gym.
then, weeks ago, he had heard a faint moan through the walls. it had been the most intoxicating sound he’d ever heard. ever since that night, he had been haunted by it, silently praying that one day, you would finally let his name slip past your lips in that same tone.
that day had finally come.
and chan was beyond elated.
he slowly moved into the room and settled on the chair opposite to the bed. his hand subconsciously moved to his bulge, as he drank in the sights of you. oblivious to this audience, you continued to chase your peak, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.
all of a sudden, the dildo — absolutely covered in your slick — slipped out of your hand.
your eyes flew open as you reached out for it, but the breath left your lungs the moment you saw him. you were met with chan's sultry gaze locked onto you — or rather — onto your cunt.
"c-chan," you scrambled to sit upright gasping as you squeezed your thighs shut and snatched the discarded blanket to cover yourself. you fumbled the toy behind your back, your heart hammering against your ribs. "w-what are you d-doing here ?"
"i heard a sound — my name," he rasped, his voice vibrating with hunger, "my name — dropping from your lips."
"i-it's n-not what it l-looks like —,' you stuttered, as you tried to claw back some shred of dignity.
"what is it then, sweetheart ?" he purred, as he rose from the chair with a fluid, lethal grace, closing the distance between the seat and the edge of your mattress.
you tried to scramble for an excuse — any lie that could explain why you were moaning his name in the dark — but every thought evaded you. under the weight of his stare, your mind was totally blank. when the silence stretched on, his eyebrow quirked up, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"i'll tell you sweetheart — ," chan breathed raggedly, coming to hover over you that made you instinctively shrink back into the pillows. his hand reached out behind your back to retrieve the pink silicone, slippery from being buried in your pussy for so long. he brought it up, holding it inches from your face, "you were stuffing your sweet little pussy with this, imagining it was me who was thrusting into you, weren't you ?"
a hot, involuntary blush crept up your neck as your breath hitched. it was maddening — how were you more on edge from his words alone than you had been with the toy ? your brain was short-circuiting, unable to fathom a single lie.
you whispered, "m-maybe — ", holding your breath in hopes of easing the tension in the room.
"aww — i'll give you the real thing, sweetheart," he cooed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "but i need a promise."
at this point, you would have given him your soul, if he had asked for it.
"i need you to throw this thing away, hm ? — ," he said, tossing the pink silicone aside with a dull thud against the carpet, "— if you need anything in that pretty pussy, you come straight to me. i'll give you anything you need — my fingers, my tongue, my cock — okay sweetheart ?"
every word in your vocabulary evaporated instantly. the only thing left in your brain was a frantic, rhythmic yes-yes-yes-yes-yes. you nodded quickly, your body practically vibrating with the need for him to follow through.
to chan, you were fucking adorable. even in the most compromising situation of your life, you were all pink and bashful, staring at your hands like they were the most interesting thing on the planet.
"you'll be the death of me — you know that ?" he groaned, a softness lacing his words, his head thrown back, the veins in his neck strained as he fought for a shred of his own self-control.
you were hit with another bout of shyness, unable to meet his gaze. you felt raw, exposed, and entirely at his mercy. he leaned forward, the mattress dipping under his weight. one hand reached out to tenderly cup your face, his palm warm against your flushed skin, while his other hand found the curve of your waist, anchoring you to him.
"can i kiss you, sweetheart ?" he murmured, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
you whispered, "y-yes, please".
chan tasted like coffee and raspberries — a sharp, sweet addiction. his lips met yours in a searing kiss that swallowed your gasp whole. as your mouths moved in tandem, your skin prickled with a sudden, electric heat. when his tongue swept into your mouth, you couldn't help but arch into him, seeking more of that friction. his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his solid frame as your tongues swirled together in a feverish dance. he caught your lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it until you were dizzy.
the kiss broke, but only so his lips could trail a path down your throat. you bared your neck for him, your head falling back as you exhaled a shaky, broken breath.
then, the hand cupping your jaw began its slow, torturous descent. it traveled down your abdomen, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt until he hiked it up, baring you to the cool air. the second his bare skin finally made contact with your dripping heat, you went dizzy with pleasure.
"oh fuuuuuuuuck", chan growled sinfully, gazing at you as your juices coated his fingers, "is this all for me — sweetheart?"
"y-yes channie —", you mewled desperately, the nickname slipping out in a desperate, broken breath as your hips bucked into him instinctively, " — all f'you, always."
"such a needy fucking baby" chan chuckled, softly tapping your cunt before abruptly pulling his hand away, making you whine audibly.
before you could beg protest, you heard the sound of a zipper sliced through the air. you watched mesmerized as chan discarded his denim and shirt in a few fluid motions, standing before you in nothing but his boxers.
you were certain you were drooling.
while you were busy worshiping his immaculate frame with your eyes, chan moved. he gripped your thighs with a strength that left no room for argument, dragging you toward him until you were perched at the very edge of the mattress. then, he reached into his boxers and freed himself.
the dildo had been a joke. a pale, static imitation.
he was jacked.
his cock was heavy and stone-hard, already weeping a bead of stray precum that you desperately wanted to catch with your tongue. the sight of the broad mushroom tip and the thick, pulsing vein mapping the underside was enough to make your brain malfunction.
chan bent forward, his fingers firm as he grasped your chin and tilted your head back. your lips met in a ferocious, hungry kiss—one that tasted of long-overdue desperation. while he kept you anchored to his mouth, his other hand worked the buttons of your shirt with a frantic precision. when the fabric finally gave way, freeing your breasts, he pulled back just enough to swallow hard at the sight.
"you're out of this world," he whispered, reverantly, as he pressed sweet kisses to your breasts, sucking and biting at the nipples, " just ethereal, sweetheart."
as he leaned over you, his cock grazed against your wet pussy. the contact was electric, a sliding friction that made you bite your lip so hard you tasted copper as you struggled to hold back a shattered moan.
"ch-chan, p-please—p-pleaseeee," you nearly sobbed, your body trembling because he was right there, so close, yet still not where you needed him to be.
"you look so pretty begging — fuck — i'll give it to you, yea ? baby has been so good — fuck, such a good, patient baby." he gripped his length, deliberately rubbing the broad head against your sensitive folds, making you squirm and whimper against the sheets.
"can you take it, sweetheart ?," his silky voice wrapped around you, "can your little pussy really take all of me ?"
oh he would be the cause of your fucking demise — you were certain.
you choked back a sob, a desperate whine vibrating in your throat, "mmmh yesss — p-practised for you c-channie — p-practised to take y-you in one go."
chan’s breath hitched, and for a second, he looked like he was about to cum just from your words.
you had practiced.
for him.
he swore in that moment, he was hopelessly in love.
"yeah ? thank you, sweetheart," he cooed, his eyes darkening with a mix of affection and raw lust. he caressed your lower lip, slipping his thumb inside your mouth, and you instinctively parted your lips to take him in. "shall we put that practice to use now ?"
"fuckfuckfuckfuck — jesus fucking christ — you're so wet, baby, so good" chan groaned as he thrust into you, his cock diving into your wet cunt and good god, your soul might just have ascended. the stretch was agonizingly perfect and his veins provided a friction against your walls that no silicone could ever replicate.
"s'big s'big — nnnnnnnghh — so fuckin' big c-channie," you sobbed, suckling desperately on his thumb as your nails dug crescents in his shoulders.
"yea ? feels good sweetheart, hm ?" he grunted, panting as he continued to slam his cock into you. he used both hands to wrench your thighs even wider, making sure he could bottom out with every punishing, beautiful thrust.
"so good c-channie — ca-can feel you in my stomach — ohhhh goddd," you moaned loudly, breathless with the feeling of him against your fucking cervix.
with every thrust, you could slowly feel the coil of pleasure tighten in your abdomen. clinging harder to him, you frantically mewled, "c-close chan — fuuuuuck — i'm g-gonna c-cummmm."
the confession was all the motivation he needed. he sped up, hitting you with an unparalleled force that made the headboard rattle against the wall. he could feel his own orgasm looming as your walls began to pulse, sucking him in with a desperate, rhythmic grip.
"cum for me sweetheart, give it to me," chan panted, as he felt you tightening around him, "just like that baby, cream my cock — fucking christ — yes baby, yes."
the coil finally snapped. a blinding wave of pleasure enveloped you as your orgasm hit, your internal muscles clenching around him in a frantic, liquid sequence. you felt chan’s pace falter, his breath hitching as he reached his own limit.
"sweetheart, my baby — fuuuuuck i'm close." he huffed, his grip on your thighs tightening until his knuckles were white.
"give it to me channie — need your cum in me, baby — please pleaseeee," you whimpered, craddling his face in your hands.
you egged him on, your voice a broken whisper as you helped him chase the peak.
chan looked down into your eyes, his gaze softening with a sudden, overwhelming heat as he saw you smiling through tear-stained eyes and swollen lips. the sight was his undoing. fire pooled in his abdomen and he let out a low, guttural growl as his cum spurted inside you, coating your walls. you couldn't help but feel your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you felt him fill you to the brim.
the silence was heavy, broken only by both of you trying to catch your breath. chan lingered for a minute, his forehead resting against yours, before he slowly pulled out.
the loss of him was immediate, and you couldn't help the small, needy whine that came out as he moved. you just lay there, dazed, watching as a mess of him and you started to coat your thighs.
"i've got you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice still low and raspy.
he grabbed a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom. he took his time cleaning you up, his hands gentle as he wiped your skin. he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered — and for him, you were.
when you were finally tucked under the covers together, chan pulled you into his chest. his thumb was just tracing patterns on your skin as your hands carded through his hair.
"you know i've wanted you for a long time, right?" he said, his voice low. "the coffee, the snacks — i-i was trying to get your attention." you hid your face in his neck. "it worked. clearly." he chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. "good. because i've been losing my mind living with you and not being able to touch you."
chan pulled back just enough to look at you. "so... we’re not just roommates anymore, right ? i want you to be my girlfriend. for real."
you looked up at him and finally smiled. "yeah. i'd like that."
"good," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again, those dimples finally showing. "no more hiding in your room then."
you needed your best friend to take his words back before your brain decided to give in.
the room was quiet, the gentle hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence between jeongin and you. it was a lazy afternoon, the kind spent lounging around with friends, completely comfortable in each other's space.
jeongin was leaning against the headboard of your bed, casually flipping through a book he had picked up from your nightstand, while you rested your head on the pillow near his knees. out of nowhere, he closed the book, looking down at you with a sudden, unreadable intensity.
"hey," he started, his voice dropping slightly. "can i ask you something ? it's quite personal though —"
you shifted, looking up at him. "yeah, of course. what's up ?"
jeongin hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes locking onto yours, slightly wavering as the words left his mouth.
"when was the last time someone ate you out ?"
someone what ?
you must've heard him wrong. he probably meant took you out to eat or whatever other reason your mind could conjure up.
"um... ate me out ? what is that supposed to mean —"
"like... ate your uh — your pussy out ?" he clarified, the words rolling off his tongue with a heavy, sudden weight.
jesus fuckin' christ
in your three entire years of friendship, yang jeongin had never said the word 'pussy'.
and now you were obsessed with the way it rolled off his tongue —
your thighs instinctively clenched together as a fierce blush took over your face. you looked anywhere but at him. how could you, after he said those words that left you reeling ?
"i — i've.... um, never, actually."
"wha — how ?" jeongin trailed off, his brow furrowing in genuine disbelief. "i mean, the guys you've been with..."
"yeah, um... they never offered, and i didn't really want to ask for it," you muttered, your fingers nervously tugging at the fabric of your shorts.
"t-that's.... wow — sorry, it's just that i'm just surprised," he mumbled, fiddling with the book in his hand.
you tilted your head, your heart hammering against your ribs at his response. "surprised ? why ?"
jeongin apparently had it out for you, because the next words that fell into your ear literally shook you to your core (metaphorically and literally).
"cuz you look like you have the sweetest pussy —" he murmured under his breath, completely unaware that the quiet room allowed your ears to catch the last two words.
your breath hitched, the air fighting to escape as the blush burnt hotter on your cheeks.
he thought your pussy was sweet ?
he thought your pussy was sweet ?
your best friend — who you harboured a fat crush on — had been thinking about your pussy ? being sweet ?
oh sorry, correction — sweetest.
jeongin froze, his entire body going rigid the exact moment he realized his unfiltered thought had slipped out loud. he stared at you, his relaxed demeanor instantly melting away as he awaited your reaction with bated breath.
"you think it's sweet ?" you whispered, getting the words out despite the sudden tension in the room making your head spin.
"oh i know baby — with all those grapes and berries you eat ? it's gotta be diabetic —" jeongin huffed, as if stating the most obvious of facts.
the words escaped your lips before you had a opportunity to comprehend them.
"i mean, you can check it for yourself —"
jeongin didn't hesitate.
this was his only chance.
shifting downwards in one fluid motion, he slid between your knees, his warm, strong hands clamping firmly onto your inner thighs to keep you from closing them.
he looked up at you through his dark lashes, his thumbs tracing slow, possessive circles against your skin.
"spread your legs for me, baby," he commanded softly, his voice thick with desire. "and let me show you how it's supposed to feel."
the comment hung heavily in the air, vibrating right down to your core. your mind screamed at you to process the sheer absurdity of the situation — your best friend, the guy who usually argued with you over the last slice of pizza, was currently kneeling between your thighs with a look that promised to ruin you.
oh no — what had you said.
this shouldn't happen.
what if it ruins your friendship ?
you should say no, right ?
but your body was entirely traitorous. under the steady, firm pressure of his palms, your knees slowly parted further, giving him exactly what he had asked for.
jeongin let out a low, ragged breath at your compliance, his thumbs digging just a little deeper into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. his touch did nothing too soothe the throbbing between your thighs.
"look at you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent a violent shiver down your spine. "so compliant for your best friend."
"jeongin, please," you breathed out, your hands coming up to grip the fabric of his shirt, unsure whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "this is... we shouldn't —"
"we absolutely should," he interrupted softly, his gaze never leaving yours as his hands slid upward, hooking under the hem of your shorts. "i'm not letting another day go by with you thinking that what those other guys gave you was enough. you deserve to be worshipped, baby. by me. let me do it."
as he felt you briefly relaxing in his hold, jeongin peeled your shorts down your legs, tossing them onto the floor without a care. you felt entirely bare, completely vulnerable beneath his intense scrutiny, but the sheer hunger burning in his eyes kept you from hiding away.
jeongin leaned in closer, his chest pressing against your knees as he hovered right at the apex of your thighs. the heat radiating from him was intoxicating. he dipped his head, his nose brushing lightly against the lace of your underwear, taking in your scent with a sharp inhale.
you gasped, your hips instinctively jerking upward at the proximity.
"fuck," he groaned against your skin, his hands wrapping securely around your waist to anchor you down. "you smell so good. so fucking sweet, just like i thought."
jeongin looked up through his lashes one last time, locking his dark, blown-out pupils onto yours, making sure you were watching before he caught the edge of your underwear and pulled the fabric aside, completely exposing you to his tongue.
"fuck baby — you're drenched." he was utterly in awe as he stared at your wet pussy, your juices clinging to the folds as if waiting for him to lick them up.
jeongin bent down, maintaining contact with your wavering eyes as his tongue licked up a stripe from bottom to top as his lips came to wrap around your puffy clit. as your juices hit his tastebuds, he audibly groaned into your pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine.
good fucking heavens
you couldn't fathom you were missing out on this.
"oh fuuuuuck i-innie — nnnnngh — oh my god."
your thighs tightened around his face on your cunt as he flicked the pearly bud, occasionally sucking on it.
yang jeongin ate you like a man starved.
"oh baby you're so sweet — fuck — gonna drown in this pussy."
the sound of his tongue lapping at your wetness was impossibly loud in the quiet room, completely destroying any lingering doubts you had left. his tongue was warm, broad, and wicked, painting long, slow strokes along your dripping slit before his lips clamped right back down onto your clit to suck it into his mouth.
you lost it.
your back arched off the mattress, your fingers burying themselves into his thick hair, instinctively pulling him closer, pressing his face directly against your soaking cunt.
"jeongin — ah, f-fuck, stop joking — nnnngh !" you wailed, your words dissolving into a high-pitched whine as his tongue flicked faster, targeted and ruthless right on your most sensitive spot.
"who's fucking joking ?" jeongin growled against your skin, the vibration of his voice buzzing directly into your clit and making your toes curl. he pulled back just an inch, his face glistening with your juices, his eyes completely wild as he looked up at you. "i told you, didn't i ? sweetest fucking thing i've ever tasted. and i'm cleaning up every single drop."
to prove his point further, he dived back down, his flat tongue burying itself deep into your opening, mimicking a slow, rhythmic thrusting motion that had you sobbing. he was eating you out with a terrifying hunger, his nose pressing hard against your dripping clit with every deep stroke, overstimulating you until your vision went blurry at the edges.
"i'm-i'm gonna cum — hic — innie, i'm gonna—" you gasped, your thighs trembling violently, unable to hold themselves up anymore.
jeongin didn't let you close up. he braced his strong forearms against your inner knees, pinning your legs wide open to take the full brunt of his assault. he knew exactly what he was doing; he could feel the tight walls of your pussy clenching around his tongue, the sudden rush of fresh, hot cream flooding his mouth as your climax rushed to the surface.
"do it, baby," he urged against your wet skin, his speed picking up, his tongue swirling fiercely over your swollen bud while his thumb slid inside you to stretch you open. "cum all over my face. let me taste how much you want me."
the mental image mixed with the brutal, soaking friction was the final blow. you screamed his name, your hips jolting violently against his mouth as a massive wave of an orgasm tore through your body. your pussy bucked against his face, releasing a heavy gush of sweetness that he swallowed down greedily, his tongue still working through your contractions, milking every last drop out of you.
you collapsed back into the pillows, panting heavily, your chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to make your stomach flutter.
jeongin slowly pulled away, sitting back on his heels. he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at you with a smug, heavy-lidded stare. his lips were shiny, completely coated in you, and his chest rose and fell with his own ragged breath.
"see ?" he murmured, a satisfied smirk finally breaking across his face. "told you you were diabetic."
kysa's note: been onto this title for a month and finally got down to writing it for jeongin — just cuz he's being a fuckin' tease these days. specially dedicated to my innie biased cuties hehe ❤︎ lene, nini & lottie ❤︎ let me know what you think about it in the comments — xoxo.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who is in love with the idea of casual intimacy. it's not just about the big gestures, it's about the constant reassurance that you are here.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who wakes you up by gently booping your nose with his own — soft, sleepy giggles escaping him when you grumble and pull him into a morning cuddle.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who absolutely loves it when you give him an 'angel kiss' before he leaves for work. you get on your tiptoes, pressing sweet kisses onto his eyelids, saying the angels will keep him happy throughout the day.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who picks you up the instant you run up to him after a full day of not seeing each other. his arms envelope you as you sigh sweetly into his chest.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in until he has his fill, until his lungs memorise your scent.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who follows you into the kitchen for a glass of water — not because he’s thirsty — but because the thirty-second walk alone felt too long.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who locks his fingers with yours as soon as you are outside, swinging your hands as you walk to the nearby convenience store.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who purposefully leaves his jacket at home so he has an excuse to huddle under yours — sharing the same fabric as he pulls you flush against his side.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves to rest his head on your shoulder during long car rides — his fingers fiddling with your rings as he hums softly to the radio.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets a tiny, triumphant smirk whenever you subconsciously reach for his hand — loving that your body seeks him out just as much as his seeks yours.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who traces the lines of your palm with his thumb while you're talking to someone else — a quiet, rhythmic grounding technique that keeps him tethered to the moment.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets giddy when you ask him to compare hand sizes — any chance to touch you — his hand standing taller against yours.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who kisses your shoulder whenever he sees you standing in front of the mirror after you put on a new outfit, whispering how beautiful his angel looks.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who sits all smiling and flustered as your hands come up to hold his face. you press soft kisses to his cheeks, nose, and finally his lips.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets all shy and heart-eyed when you pull him down by his collar for a surprise kiss — the sudden proximity making his brain short-circuit in the best way.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who peppers your face in kisses when he sees you looking at him with that face — the face you make when you have missed his touch for too long.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who can't resist you, rushing to smother your face with kisses until he has his pretty girl blushing and giggling in his arms.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who laughs when you pout and huff, hands crossed on your chest, when he dodges your hugs just to see that adorable expression on your face.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who pulls you into his lap at every possible opportunity, loving the softness of your body against his — the warm weight calming his soul.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves when you ask him to put his head on your lap. you love playing with his hair, fingers carding through it as his eyes flutter shut at the sensation.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who makes a soft, whining sound in the back of his throat if you stop scratching his head for even a second — nudging his head back under your hand.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has the cutest habit of tracing hearts onto your thighs, pretty fingers roaming as he murmurs sweet praises into your ear.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the 'leg lock' — hooking his legs over yours while you both work on your laptops — ensuring that even when you're busy, you’re still physically connected.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who insists on 'helping' you wash the dishes just so he can stand right behind you — his arms looped loosely around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who claims he’s 'too cold' just so you’ll wrap your arms around him — sighing in relief as he melts into your warmth.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows you love his biceps, so you can't help but blush a pretty pink when he wraps you in his arms, your gaze drifting to his biceps straining against the sleeves.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the idea of bathing together, sighing as you work the shampoo onto his scalp while he holds you by the waist.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who leaves no opportunity to pull you into him whenever you head to bed, your head resting on his chest, your breath subconsciously calming as you feel his warmth.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing softly against your shoulder as he sways you side to side.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows when you've turned over in your sleep, so he wakes up, moves to your other side, and snuggles into your chest.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has to have 'pinky contact' even when you’re sleeping on opposite sides of the bed — just a tiny hook of your smallest fingers to know you’re still there.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who finally falls asleep with his fingers still curled into the hem of your shirt, a soft smile on his lips because he knows that when he wakes up, you will still be right there in his arms.
kysa's note: my first fluffy post and requested by my dear 🪐 nonnie 𖹭 i had so much fun making this — (cuz yes i'm clingy and i love clingy bbs) and you'll be seeing loads of fluffy from me now >.< lemme know your thoughts in the comments below — hope you enjoy .ᐟ xoxo
