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⤷ nightlife by @bugeater101

⤷ if only I could please her by @bugeater101

⤷ pretty when you're angry (3 parts) by @lovecvrexx

⤷ noise complaint (ft. seungmin) by @midnite-fiction

⤷ deep conditioning by @kalisburnerphone

⤷ breeding kink by @dreaming-medium

⤷ fuckboy!chan by @skzophreniic

⤷ perv!boyfriend!chan by @seungisms

⤷ freak like me by @luvyeni

⤷ morning heat by @hyunniesamericano

⤷ mommy by @ybklix

⤷ felicity by @yourfavtangerine

⤷ sweetner by @channlust

⤷ his habits by @sourtae

⤷ blooming desire (3 parts) by @bibisbia

⤷ hoodies by @chvnnie

⤷ non stop by @chvnnie

⤷ be quiet by @hyunsvngs

⤷ he's handsy by @bambizeld

⤷ sit by @fenya-scribbles

⤷ ribbon by @ghostlyscripture

⤷ five by @comet-falls

⤷ a love like this by @lix-ables

⤷ all mine by @skzdreamz

⤷ hidden in plain sight by @chrizzylikestorizzy

⤷ the revenge game by @sithskz

⤷ correct me, i dare you by @emmiesoverthemoon

⤷ ride by @chanifesto

⤷ smooth operator by @1nthedarknessofthenight

⤷ falling in love by @ghostintheclub

⤷ i wanna be yours by @hyunniesgirl

⤷ jawbreaker by @ysljoon

⤷ innocent, interrupted by @lovecvrexx

⤷ you could call me babe for the weekend (5 parts) by @starlostjisung

⤷ eyes on me by @stryscribbles

⤷ sweet like honey by @milkteabinniechan

⤷ take a seat by @pixie-felix

⤷ he's an eater by @channlust

⤷ manager by @elylyyy

⤷ double 0-7 by @sunboki

⤷ alpha by @dimthemoonstaytiny

⤷ the art of love by @lxvemaze

⤷ just the tip by @hyunniesamericano

⤷ ride my face by @hyunniesamericano

⤷ jealous by @lovecvrexx

⤷ tights by @yourfavtangerine

⤷ wrecked and ruined by @hellavator-with-bangchan

⤷ the knowing by @sithskz

⤷ moan for me by @channlust

⤷ andaz en mi cabeza by @kalisburnerphone

⤷ bed & breakfast by @midnite-fiction

⤷ quiet hours by @ghostintheclub

⤷ double knot by @dimthemoonstaytiny

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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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.

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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

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you both were sitting on the couch in your living room, studying for an economics test. it's not like you both needed the credit, being the proud nerds at the top of the class — but han mentioned that you both could do with some revision 'just in case', and no way in hell were you going to pass up any chance of spending more time with your best friend.

right. best friend.

the same best friend you had spent three years of university with.

the same best friend who was on your couch five weekdays and two weekends a week.

the same best friend who occupied your personal space like his abode.

the same best friend who had been by your side through all the ups and downs.

the same best friend who you were madly in love with.

the same best friend whose tongue was currently in question.

unbeknownst to you, that tongue was only darting out because han’s mouth was bone-dry from nerves. he could see you in his periphery — your plush thighs straining against the soft cotton of your sweatpants — and he had to fight the urge to reach out and feel them. your oversized t shirt had slipped off one shoulder, giving him a glimpse at your collarbone and he was jealous of the very air that brushed against your skin.

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you were a pervert. no — you were a pervert for him.

every single movement he made sent a shiver down your spine as you struggled to gather yourself. strumming the guitar idly ? you could feel yourself throbbing, imagining those slender fingers buried inside you, caressing your insides. watching an anime with those grey sweatpants hiding nothing ? you were practically salivating, imagining the weight of him on you tongue.

little did you know, han wasn't any better. he had been pining after you for so many years, that now he'd give you anything — everything — to be yours. he had dreamt of you trying to ride his fingers, your eyes glassy, with no thought in that pretty brain. he spent nights touching himself to the thought of your scent, somewhere between vanilla and old library books.

oh how he wanted you.

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han was sprawled on the couch with a book propped in his hands alongside you poring over the Relative Income Hypothesis. James Duesenberry argued that consumption depends on the neighbours, but right now, your only ‘neighbour’ was three inches away, smelling like fresh laundry and dark chocolate, and you couldn't care less about the economy.

he had been swiping his tongue over his plush lips and every time it slipped out, you felt your sanity slipping. one thing to led to another as your eyes ended up tracing his lying form, dark grey hoodie bunching around his waist, sleeves pulled till the elbows, beautiful veins on display.

since when were veins beautiful ?

"-llo ? earth to y/n ?" han's voice pulled you out of your thoughts as your head whipped up to look at him, just in time to catch his head in a playful tilt and a slight smirk on his face.

"you're staring at that graph a little too hard for it to be called studying," he teased, leaning in to look at the page your eyes were glued at.

"a-ah, you surprised me, i was just — uh, concentrating." you stammered, shifting back instinctively, hoping the pink tint creeping up your neck wasn't evident. one of his eyebrows quirked up.

"that graph isn't even on the syllabus for this test though?" he countered. caught red handed, you looked down, fiddling with your fingers as you distracted yourself from the piece of art interrogating you.

"o-okay fine, i zoned out for a bit." you mumbled.

han let out a light airy laugh, "clearly. i think we need a break—some kind of release from all this studying. plus, i'm starving."

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you could very much do with a release.

"i'll bring us some snacks" you said, practically running towards the kitchen to shake some sense into yourself. he is your best friend, you shouldn't want him so bad. but here you were, a mumbling mess at the slightest show of his tongue.

you gathered some snacks: munchies, chocolates and the strawberry lollipop he was obsessed with, and headed out with the tray. you turned into the living room and — boy oh boy — was the view nice.

well, nice is an understatement, considering han jisung had stripped off his hoodie and was currently manspreading on the couch in a tank top.

a goddamn black tank top.

teasing with words was one thing, but this ? this is an entirely different brand of torture that made you weak in the knees. you took a deep breath and placed the tray on the table. han's eyes widened at the sight of the lollipop he so loved.

he gasped dramatically, "my favourite candy ? y/n —  you're a lifesaver. what do I owe you ? i mean it, i'll do anything — literally."

oh you had a lot of thoughts on that 'anything'.

thoughts like — you can totally lick me instead of this lollipop — but you just let out a casual laugh, waving him off as if your heart wasn't trying to beat out of your chest.

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han was serious. he would literally do anything for you, regardless of the candy. the lollipop was just an excuse he needed to say what he meant. he would worship the ground you walked on, if only you'd let him be yours. he wanted to make you smile, make you laugh — make you moan — god, he was fucking smitten.

while you opted for the caramel popcorn, han reached out for the candy and unwrapped it. as he started licking the lollipop, you felt heat rush up your body as your breath stutterd. han's lips wrapped around the candy, that fucking tongue coating it before he took the entire thing in his mouth, suckled and released it with a wet pop.

was he giving you a show ? maybe.

were you enchanted ? definitely.

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han hadn't done it intentionally — initially at least. but then he had caught you staring at his lips, your skin covered with a slight sheen of sweat and he couldn't resist. you just looked so pretty, all breathy and flustered. he had to give you what you liked, didn't he ? his baby gets what she wants.

you were wound up so tight that you had to escape before you did something embarrassing — like begging. but before you could spout some nonsense about needing the washroom, han's hand moved, bringing the strawberry flavoured candy to hover just inches from your lips.

"there's only one lollipop and i know you like these too, wanna share ?"

your eyes widened and your body froze as you swallowed hard.

"i—i'm good, y-you have it," you managed to stutter, face warming up and a blush creeping up your neck.

you heard him chuckle as the lollipop touched your lips, wet from han's saliva. you were rooted on the spot, your heart hammering against your ribs as he watched you with hooded eyes.

"we're best friends y/n" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, "we can share."

he knew he was overstepping. because best friends didn't share spit coated lollipops. best friends didn't study the exact shade of each other's lips — yours were a perfect #D37984. best friends definitely didn't spend every second imagining their own lips on the said target.

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he knew what he was doing, didn't he ? he had to know.

you hadn't been forthcoming yet, but you weren't god's strongest soldier. your willpower had already been hanging by a thread and it was about to snap. if he wanted to play around like this, you were more than happy to give him exactly what he was asking for.

you surged forward, parting your lips to envelop the lollipop. as han held the stick, you swirled the candy around your mouth, eventually releasing it with a lewd, wet sound. then with a saccharine smile, you leaned back slightly and responded, "your turn, hannie".

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han swore he was about to cum from this sight alone. you were sitting inches away from him, lips glistening with now shared saliva and smiling at him. could anyone blame him for the boner he was currently sporting? he had had enough. he wanted — no, needed you.

before you could even blink, han reached out and gripped your thighs. you let out a sharp gasp as he hauled you forward in one fluid motion, placing you firmly on his lap.

your knees landed on either side of his hips and you clutched at his shoulders to steady yourself, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of his tank top. you were flush against him, and dare you say — the view was ethereal. the black fabric strained against his chest with every breath he took as his scent filled your lungs. you glanced up and found him watching you. his adam's apple bobbed and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss it.

his hands were hovering just inches from your waist, not quite touching but still making their presence felt. all of a sudden, you realised the compromising position you were in. blood rushed to your cheeks, your eyes darted anywhere but at him, and all you wanted to do was bury your face in his neck.

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han hadn't felt better in his entire fucking life. if it were up to him, you would be on his lap twenty-four-seven, 365 days a year. the way your warm body was pressing against him  felt heavenly. you were his queen, and he was more than ready to be your throne. honestly, he could live forever like this.

until you moved — directly against his bulge.

you had only shifted in order to adjust your balance, when you felt his bulge rub against your pussy. even through the layers of your sweatpants, the friction felt so sweet that you couldn't help but try and rub against it again. despite your diffidence, you kept your gaze low and tried to find that pleasure in the guise of simply getting comfortable.

"good god y/n — you are making it really fucking hard for me to just be your best friend right now. " he rasped, head falling backwards against the couch's headrest.

the sheer desperation in his voice was the final push you needed.

"maybe i don't want you to...." you whispered, your hands coming to rest on his chest — and he froze. you wondered if he had even heard you or —

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oh he had heard you alright.

before you could gather the courage to repeat your half confession, han pulled you in a searing kiss, one hand placed softly on your jaw and the other one caressing your waist. a soft whimper escaped your throat as you tasted sugar, heat and him. your hands curled into the fabric of his tank top as you devoured each other, years of repressed longing pouring into the kiss.

your tongue traced han's lips as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. your lips fit together perfectly — like two puzzle pieces that had been waiting an entire lifetime to finally be solved. as his hands craddled your face, you moved your hands into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, earning a delicious groan. it was getting hard to breathe, the air in the room thinning out, but it didn't matter; the only oxygen you needed was the taste of him.

you both broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, as you shared breaths. the atmosphere was heavy as confessions rested on the tips of your tongues.

han tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmured, "i love you — have been loving you, for years."

you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "i love you too hannie — been yours for what seems like forever."

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the sweet high of your confessions was still hanging over you both, but it was quickly being overtaken by the heavy, insistent throb between your legs. han was still savouring your words when he felt you squirming in his lap, trying to grind against him for some relief.

"poor baby — all wound up, hm ? what do you need, love ? he cooed, holding you still with his hand on your waist. the lack of friction made you whimper as you buried your face in his neck.

"need y-you hannie," you mumbled into his neck.

"need me where, angel ?" he replied, relishing in your neediness. you splayed your hands on his chest and swallowed hard.

you looked up to find him breathing raggedly, hair tousled and lips swollen. "h-here — p-please", you whispered, as you guided his hand to the heat between your legs.

he inhaled sharply as his hands came in contact with your pussy over your sweatpants. "such a polite baby", han whispered as he craddled your face gently and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

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he was so sweet, you could get diabetes.

he hooked his thumbs intor waistband of your sweatpants, his gaze never leaving yours, "can i take these off, love ?" your heart swooned at his gentleness as he asked for your verbal consent. you nodded quickly and lifted yourself as he removed them, leaving you exposed in nothing but your underwear.

a sudden scent — sweet and heavy with arousal —  emanated from your cunt and it hit him like a trainwreck. your thin cotton underwear was drenched, clinging to the folds and han couldn't fathom a better view.

he pulled your underwear aside to reveal your glistening cunt and the sight alone looked like his wettest dream. his brain short-circuited as his fingers touched your pussy.

"god, you're — fuck, you're dripping, angel."

he started slow, using his thumb to circle your clit while his other fingers spread your slick all over your folds. the wet, messy squelch of his movements filled the quiet room, making your breath hitch. finally, he dipped a finger into your hole, his breath turning ragged as he watched it disappear.

"so fucking tight baby — just squeezing my fingers."

"oh-ohh fuck, hannieee — nghhh"

your hands clinged to his shoulders as his fingers worked your insides. you sounded something out of a fairytale and he was addicted to you.

"feels good angel ? yeah ? — you like hannie's fingers inside your pretty little pussy ?"

"s-soo — mmmh — god h-hannie, your fingers are s-so perf— jesus fucking christ — p-perfect."

han's fingers curled inside you as his other hand drew eights on your now swollen bundle of nerves.

"you're doing so good baby — such an angel, my beautiful baby", he praised you as he dropped sweet kisses down your throat, making you clench around his fingers as they touched the gummy sweet spot.

"fuckfuckfuck baby — you like getting praised, hm ? sweet girl loves being told how good she's taking my fingers ? how fucking beautiful she sounds ? how ethereal she looks riding my hands ? fuckkk — my sweetest angel".

the shower of praises pushed you towards the edge as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"han-hannie, baby, m'gonna — nnnnnghh — m'gonna c-cum." your head drops on his shoulder as he relentlessly curled his fingers in your cunt.

"cum f'me baby, come for your hannie — give me your cum hm? cream my fucking fingers, angel, let go for me."

the earth stops spinning as you dissolve into pleasure, your orgasm coming in waves and you fall apart on han's fingers. you collapse on him, hands coming to rest on his chest as you breathe in heavily. he slowly pulls his creamed fingers out of your pussy, and lets out a groan as he licks them clean, making you blush.

"tastes like the love of my life" he smiled, running the other hand through your hair.

as the post orgasm haze cleared up, you found han adoring you, his eyes soft, as if you'd given him the world.

in his eyes, you had — and he couldn't ask for anything better.

"i love you hannie" you whispered, your voice still breathless.

"i love you too, my angel" replied your boyfriend as pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your head under his chin and rocking you slowly from side to side on the couch.

yes. your boyfriend.

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