#clingy bf

[nneoww]

thinking about clingybf!dex who needs to be in your personal space, always. "miss you" he'll say after spending a few hours apart, bending down and wrapping his arms around your body, giving you a squeeze when you take too long to wrap your arms around him. tucking his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent like a dog who insists at smelling every smell of every place you visited that day. he's in genuine despair every time you tell him you need space for yourself, confused as to why you wouldnt want to be constantly be in his arms, in his protection.

clingy!obsessivebf!dex who'll ask you a million and one questions after your night out with your girls, helping you unbare yourself following your nightly routine down to a tea, as if he hadnt followed you all night, watching from the shadows just far enough that you wouldnt notice him but close enough where he could step incase anything were to happen. he would nod and hum along, a sharp grin on his face as you recall the night in slurred, clumped words, not a singular lie told by your drunken mind. he'd beam at you, his chest swelled with his overwhelming love for you.

[sayu-nari]

Hellcali

Giving Will a clingy bf for his birthday this year (he’s right where he wants to be)

[chnvle]

clingy bf kinda ͟❀ᮬׁ࣮✴︎

❥ | boyfriend texts james x reader

i need james like so bad like senpai pls notice me i literally cried when u finally debuted && y am i lwk active like helloooo check me out 🤣✌️

tags : @dolliriuo @ilovegojosatoru13 @junpom @fairystrength @angelwings-fly @seriluvsya / join here

edit (june 2026) : guys. scrap mark, pretend we’re mourning lucas or even shohei😭💔💔im still in grief we couldve had so much 😮‍💨

[athenas-rose]

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader 800 words

Steve has always been the loving clingy boyfriend, and you remind him you wouldn’t have it any other way

As soon as Steve scouted you walking through the kitchen to make breakfast on a Saturday morning, wearing nothing but his shirt, he was all over you. Arms instantly wrapped around your waist, face nuzzled into your neck, pressing you back against his chest.

“‘Morning baby,” he mumbled, inhaling your sweet scent deeply.

“‘Morning Stevie,” you giggled, not being able to move with a human teddy bear.

“How am I supposed to make pancakes with you all attached to me like this?”

Steve groaned, but didn’t move an inch away. “Figure it out,” he grumbled, perfectly content with his position. You laughed rolling your eyes, but spent the morning practically carrying him while stirring up some batter. And when you complained your back ached afterwards, Steve was jumping up and down ready to give you a full body massage.

Clingy was an understatement—if Steve wasn’t beside you at all times or didn’t know where you were, all hell would break loose. Even during his work shifts while you’d be lounging at home, a call would come through.

“Hi sweetheart!” Steve exclaimed.

“Hi baby, is everything okay? It’s not your lunch break for you to be calling me right now…” you wondered.

“Yeah I know, which is why I’m hiding from Kieth—but I just really really missed you, and I saw that one rom com we watched on our first date, and it made think of you, baby.” Steve explained, sounding heartbroken at the end.

“Oh Steve, that’s so sweet. Just know that I’m always thinking of you, but you really should get off the phone before you get into trouble, honey.” You responded, even though you wanted anything but your conversation to end.

And in front of others, it just got worse. The kids saw Steve dotting over you one time when he thought no one was looking (though he couldn’t care less), and they just ran with it. The boys would make kissing sounds when they spotted Steve’s arm around your shoulder, your cheeks would turn red, but Steve would simply smug and lean down to press a kiss on your lips. Safe to say they soon found it disgusting afterwards and never made those sounds again.

You loved your clingy boyfriend most of all, he’ll always find any excuse to be touching you in some way. Oh he’s holding hands while sitting down next to you? It’s because his hands are cold apparently. He’ll walk and drive you everywhere around town? It’s because, “he needs to make sure his baby gets home safe.” You admitted it warmed your heart though.

One day you were hanging out with friends, and when you had gotten up to use the restroom, Steve unknowingly followed you all the way to the door before realizing and sat back down embarrassed.

Robin stared at him with wide eyes. “Ok, that’s a new level of clinginess, Harrington.”

Steve huffed, “I am not clingy, I just didn’t know she was going to the bathroom!”

Robin looked at him like she could see right through his lies. “Uh huh, and if someone asked you to stay apart for a day would you agree?”

“I-er…don’t ask me that question.” Steve settled on, looking away, still waiting for you to come back.

Robin had challenged him before to see how long he could survive for without speaking to you, spoiler alert: it wasn’t that long.

You hadn’t even noticed the challenge, just thinking Steve was busy and didn’t get the chance to talk to you all day. But when he showed up that night on your doorstep with a sheepish smile, you happily pulled him in accepting your overly loving boyfriend.

That night you were cuddled in bed, no words exchanged yet, just holding each other in comforting silence.

“Do you think I’m clingy?” Steve suddenly asked, his voice coming out a bit vulnerable.

He knew he was, but he didn’t ever think it was something that bothered you. You seemed to like it, having never been in a relationship that had equal mutual affection.

“What—where’s this coming from?” You turned around still tangled in his arms, surprised by the question.

“It’s just…I guess I just throw myself at you, but never asked if that’s what you wanted.” He confessed, you knew where this insecurity stemmed from. Steve didn’t always know how to voice his love so he showed it in other ways, touching you, offering kind gestures, whatever you needed in that moment.

You huffed, “Steve, look at me. If that’s not what I wanted I would’ve told you by now.” You moved your hands to cradle his face. “Baby I don’t care if people see us as weird, all that matters is that we feel safe.”

A smile broke out onto his face, and he nodded once then twice. “Yeah, yeah—you’re right. I love you.” Steve pulled you even closer now.

“I love you too, and your clinginess.” You pressed a kiss to his hair, laughing as he playfully swatted at you.

[yoxyko]

#SICKEN IN LOVE 🏵️

Ace x Fem!reader

WORDS. . .1,4k

SUMMARY. . . Ace isn’t clingy… until he can’t cuddle you. When you get sick and Marco bans him from your room, he struggles for three days before finally sneaking in for desperate, heart-melting cuddles.

WARNING. . . Fluff, Clingy Ace, comfort, cuddles, kisses, sickness, Threats (whitebeard..), Desperate Ace

Ace wasn’t clingy.

He was… strategically affectionate.

Which is what he told everyone whenever they pointed out that he physically could not sleep unless you were pressed against him like a human life raft. Arm over your waist. Face buried in your neck. Leg thrown over yours like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go for more than three seconds. Every. Single. Night.

If he missed it? Oh, he’d survive. Technically. But he’d be insufferable.

Ace without nightly cuddles was like the Moby Dick without sails but still floating, just absolutely not functioning. He got moody. Dramatic. He stared into the ocean like it personally betrayed him. Snapped at Thatch once for breathing too loud. Sulked through meals. Whined like a kicked puppy.

Marco called it “cuddle withdrawal.”

Ace called it “emotional devastation.”

You called it adorable.

Until the day you got sick. It hit fast. Fever, dizziness, chills that rattled your bones. One minute you were laughing on deck, the next Marco was pressing a cool hand to your forehead and immediately switching into no-nonsense doctor mode.

“Nope,” he said, tone sharp. “Bed. Now.”

Ace hovered behind him, already panicking. “It’s not that bad, right? She just needs to rest, yeah? I can stay with her—”

“No.”

Ace blinked. “…What do you mean, no.”

“I mean,” Marco said calmly, “you’re banned.”

The word echoed. Banned.

Ace stared at him like he’d just been sentenced to death.

“For three days,atleast” Marco added, already regretting everything. ”Your girlfriend his contagious. No visitors. Absolute rest.”

Ace laughed once, nervously. “Haha. Good one.”

Marco didn’t smile.

“…You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

Ace turned slowly toward you. “Baby?”

You were already half-delirious, wrapped in blankets like a burrito, eyes glassy. “Ace… don’t fight him…”

Ace’s soul visibly left his body.

“You can’t do this,” he said, voice cracking just a little. “She needs me.”

“She needs sleep,” Marco replied. “And not your face breathing directly on hers, yoi.”

Ace tried everything.

Begging. Bargaining. Dramatic speeches about emotional bonds and “shared body heat.” He even tried the puppy eyes—which usually worked on literally everyone.

Marco stood firm. And so began the worst three days of Ace’s life.

Day one: Ace paced the ship like a trapped animal.

He complained to anyone who would listen.

“Did you know she likes when I rub her back before bed?”

“Her feet get cold without me.”

“She needs cuddles for recovery.”

“I think I’m getting sick too. From missing her.”

Thatch tried to sympathize. “Buddy, it’s just a few nights.”

Ace gasped. “Just a few nights?? That’s like… a lifetime!”

Day two: Ace was officially unbearable.

He slumped over the railing, staring toward your door like it was on another planet.

“I miss her,” he muttered to Vista for the twelfth time.

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“I miss her again.”

Marco was on edge. Every time he turned around, Ace was somehow closer to your room.

Caught sneaking down the hall? “I was just… checking the floor.”

Caught reaching for the door handle? “I thought I heard her sneeze.”

Caught literally crawling along the wall? “Tactical maneuver.”

Marco threatened to knock him out and Ace cried about it.

Day three: Ace snapped.

He waited until late, until the ship was quiet, then quietly—very quietly—slipped down the hall. He pressed his ear to your door, listening. Nothing. Good. You were resting.

Satisfied, he slid down the wall and curled up right there, arms crossed, back against the door like a guard dog.

“If I can’t cuddle her,” he muttered, “I’ll at least be close.”

And there he stayed. The next morning, Marco shuffled down the hall with coffee in hand, exhaustion carved into his face. He stopped. Looked down. And sighed the most tired, ancient, so done sigh in the history of the world.

Ace was sprawled on the floor, half-tangled in his coat, neck bent at an angle that absolutely would not be comfortable. One arm was slung protectively across the base of your door. His face was relaxed, peaceful for the first time in days.

Marco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“…You absolute idiot.”

Ace stirred. “She okay?”

Marco stared at him.

“She’s fine,” he said. “Thanks to not having you breathing fire breath germs on her.”

Ace smiled weakly. “Worth it.”

Marco considered kicking him. Instead, later that day, once your fever finally broke, Marco cracked.

“You get ten minutes,” he warned Ace. “No touching. No cuddling. No lying down.”

Ace nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. He slipped into your room like it was sacred ground. You looked better—still tired, but awake. When you saw him, your eyes lit up.

“Ace…”

He melted.

He sat beside your bed, hands clenched in his lap like a man resisting his deepest instincts.

“I slept outside,” he admitted quietly. “Didn’t wanna be far.”

You smiled, weak but warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But you’re my favorite place to sleep.”

Marco watched from the doorway, arms crossed. The moment your hand twitched toward Ace, he cleared his throat loudly. Ace froze.

“…Five minutes,” Marco corrected.

Ace nodded obediently. Too obediently. You should’ve known.

Ace suddenly straightened, eyes widening dramatically. “Oh—Marco, look behind you.”

Marco blinked. “…What?”

“There,” Ace insisted, pointing over Marco’s shoulder. “Thought I saw—uh…Thatch? On…fire?”

Marco turned on pure instinct. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. And in that single, fatal second— Ace shoved him. Not hard. Just enough to go through the door.

Marco stumbled forward with a very undignified, “HEY—”

SLAM. The door shut.

CLICK. Locked.

Silence. Then…

“PORTGAS D. ACE.”

Ace ignored him. Because the second the door clicked, he turned back to you like a man possessed. Three days of forced separation snapped all at once. He practically dove onto the bed, arms wrapping around you, face burying into your neck with a shaky breath.

“I MISSED YOU,” he blurted, voice cracking. “Three days. Three whole days. Do you know what that does to a guy??”

“Ace—” you laughed weakly, startled as he clung to you like you were a life vest in a storm. “You’re not supposed to—”

“I don’t care,” he said immediately.

And he meant it. He kissed your forehead. Your cheek. Your temple. Soft at first, then desperate, like he needed to re-anchor himself to reality. His arms tightened around you, careful of your strength but absolutely not letting go.

“I don’t care if I get sick,” he mumbled against your skin. “Worth it. Totally worth it. I just needed you close. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. I slept on the FLOOR.”

Outside the door, Marco lost his mind.

“ACE OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW”

Ace flinched… then tightened his hold.

“No,” he said simply, like a toddler refusing bedtime.

Marco pounded. “YOU ARE CONTAGIONALLY COMPROMISING THE PATIENT—”

Ace covered your ears with one hand, glaring at the door like it personally offended him.

“She’s fine,” he shot back. “I’m warming her up. Emotional support.”

“You are NOT emotional support, you’re a walking biohazard!”

Ace dropped his forehead to yours, breathing you in like oxygen. “Hear that?” he whispered. “He’s just jealous.”

You laughed, coughy and soft, and Ace’s entire world healed by 40%. He kissed you again, slower this time, nose brushing yours. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he murmured. “I hate not being able to touch you.”

Marco slammed the door again. “I SWEAR TO GOD I’M CALLING POPS.”

Ace froze. Slowly, dramatically, he lifted his head.

“…You wouldn’t.”

“I ABSOLUTELY WOULD.”

Ace gasped. “You snitch.”

“OPEN THE DOOR OR I GET WHITEBEARD.”

Ace looked at you. You looked at Ace.

He huffed, sulking, arms still locked around you. “This is unfair. He can’t separate soulmates. That’s, like, illegal.”

Another bang. “TEN SECONDS.”

Ace buried his face in your shoulder, whining. “I don’t wanna gooooo”

“You’re such a baby,” you teased softly, brushing fingers through his hair.

He melted instantly. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “Your baby.”

Marco counted down outside like a threat incarnate.

Ace stole one last kiss a soft, lingering, promise-heavy one, then reluctantly loosened his grip by exactly one inch.

“…I’m coming back tonight,” he whispered. “I don’t care what he says.”

Outside, Marco cracked the door open the second Ace unlocked it, absolutely feral.

Ace shot him a glare. “You didn’t see anything.”

Marco pointed at him, shaking with rage. “If you get sick—”

“Worth it.”

“If she relapses—”

“Still worth it.”

Marco inhaled deeply. Somewhere on the ship, Whitebear sneezed. And Ace paled.

“…Okay maybe I’ll behave.”

For now…

[yvonngbok]

Pretty Girl /

ੈ✩ relationship: lee felix x fem!reader

ੈ✩ themes: fluff, angst, slice of life, skz imagines, extreme clinginess, jealousy

ੈ✩ warnings: none

ੈ✩ synopsis: after seeing a guy at a house party, Felix gets a bit overly jealous and clingy

ੈ✩ word count: 2.4k

ੈ✩ photos credits: Pinterest

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Hiiii managed to write this on a plane back home with severe as fuck delays so thank Air France I guess……

Finally managed to put together that clingy fic

Enjoy !!!!!

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, your top was immediately uncomfortable the moment you put it on. You wiggled around in it a little more in the mirror at the bottom of your apartment. Nope, still uncomfortable as fuck. All the straps in the wrong place. It was just as you were frowning at yourself that you saw Felix behind you in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked in a higher toner with a bit of a pout.

“Nothing”, you sighed, still shifting the top around your shoulders, “I should probably at least wear this once”

Felix gave a rub of both of your shoulders, and met your eyes in the mirror before collapsing into you. His hands linked all the way around your waist, face buried in your neck.

“You look so pretty tonight though”, he mumbled into your shoulder, rubbing his chin in the crease of your neck.

You were a little surprised by the sudden sulkiness and gave him a soft pat of his head.

“It’s not fair”, he added a little quieter

“What’s not fair?”, you asked, a little too worried given the response he was about to give

“That I can’t have you all to myself tonight”

You gave a short giggle but he just wrapped his arms tighter around your waist.

“Clingy”, you retorted, poking his cheek playfully.

He just grumbled into your neck, “yeah whatever, still”.

“I’ve not seen you in a whole week and now we have to go out … it’s fucked up”

You just rolled your eyes and looked at him buried in your neck still. You were silent until he looked up at you, locks falling over his face with his deep doey brown eyes.

You gave him a brief kiss on his forehead, “you act like you won’t see me at all tonight”, speaking to him through the mirror.

“And anyways, it’s just me and you tomorrow, and the day after that”, you reasoned.

“Yeah…”, he sighed.

You just smiled and looked at your phone. The uber had pulled up outside your apartment.

—

The uber dropped you an annoyingly long distance from your friend’s apartment because of roadworks, leaving you to walk in the cold. You secretly hoped there weren’t too many people there tonight, and that your entire year hadn’t been invited. You were way too tired for that already, having just gotten back home earlier that day.

You picked up the pace to get out of the cold. Felix just followed close behind you in silence, his warm hand placed on your bare lower back.

You smiled at your friend and gave her a long hug when she opened the door. The warmth of the room was a relief, even if it was a little stuffy already. Felix gave a polite smile and a nod before being surprised with a hug too. He was still so polite and quiet around all your friends despite the fact they were more than entirely comfortable with him.

You gave a quick glance over of the room. A sea of people. You gave a deep breath in to prepare yourself for at least a few hours of extrovertedness.

Your friend waved you over to pour your drink and you smiled back before hearing Felix behind you.

“Hey baby”, he started

You turned around to meet his eyes. There was a slight timidity in his voice that you didn’t hear that often.

“Can we maybe stick together tonight?”

His gaze had already floated off behind you.

“Uhh yeah sure, sunshine, if you want”. You took one of his fingers and started playing with it to get his attention.

You’d both thought earlier that you’d probably get separated, having different people to catch up with.

You didn’t grab his attention, and after a second of silence, you followed his gaze all the way to the back of the room.

A guy stood in a tank top and jean shorts. Holding a cup and speaking to two others with their backs turned. You gave sigh, mentally flinging your arms in the air.

It was the guy who’d drunkenly confessed he liked you a year ago. Felix, let’s say, wasn’t the fondest of him. The guy didn’t know you had a boyfriend and had apologised profusely (hungover). Apparently he’d had other partners since then, not that that would matter.

You’d actually managed to have a civil conversation with him since as well, trying to keep the peace with a friend of a friend. That didn’t mean that Felix’s face didn’t drop the few times his name was mentioned.

You turned back to Felix and gripped his hand a little tighter. You looked at him with a combination of “really?” and reassurance. He looked back at you with that same pout, and a slight added annoyance in his eyes.

“You know nothings gonna happen right? He knows full well all about you”. You attempted reassurance.

Felix groaned in response, physically squirming a little.

“Yeah but you know if I see you two talking together alone I might actually explode”

You were about to tell him off for the possessiveness, but something in his eyes was a bit too sincere, and it stopped you in your tracks.

You looked down at your joint hands, and gave his a soft rub. You thought about it for a second in silence before pressing your lips into a silenced smile.

You looked up at him again, “We can stay together if you really want, Lixie?”

“I wouldn’t want you to be worried all night”.

But by the time you finished, he was looking down at your hands with a slightly different expression.

He pressed his lips together, shut his eyes and shook his head. His freckles were so visible from that angle, painted over his nose and onto his cheeks.

“No, that’s ok princess”, he started, now looking up at you earnestly, “you go say hi to your friends, sorry for being ridiculous”

“Don’t be silly”, you replied, cupping his face with your right hand, “you’re not ridiculous”, you said with a pout of your own. You didn’t like him putting himself down in any circumstance.

He gave a short shrug of his shoulders and a smile before kissing your cheek as you left to pick up your drink.

—

It had been a couple hours. And you were happy enough to break away to pour a drink by the now emptied kitchen. Everyone had moved to other rooms or to catch some air.

You turned to the cabinet and hadn’t noticed Felix enter the room, smiling at the sight of you. He snuck within reach before saying anything.

“Hey you”, he whispered in a deep tone, hugging you round the waist.

You yelped briefly in surprise before sighing in relief and clutching your top. He just giggled and left a kiss on your neck.

“I missed you”, he started, slowly rubbing your stomach in circles with his thumbs

“It’s been half an hour since I last saw you, angel”

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you the whole time”, he replied

“Are you having fun, cupcake?”, he said, poking your cheek with a menacing grin.

“I am Lixie, are you?”, you responded, pouring some(?) spirit into your depleted cup.

“Mhm”, he responded, watching you pour your drink with his chin rested in the crook of your neck.

He turned to face you as you were pouring, making your ears turn red from embarrassment.

“It’s still not fair I can’t have my pretty girl all to myself though”

“Is that so”, you responded a little sarcastically, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it really.

“Well what about the fact I have to share you with other people tonight as well”, you parried.

“Don’t even try it, cause you know I’ll stay clung to you all night”

—

After another half hour, Felix had gone outside to get some air with his coursemates, and you were mingled in a larger group.

Some left and some came, until it was just 5 of you. You, your friend, and 2 friends of friends. And then the guy, who joined last.

You acted as normal as possible, and it was fairly natural. There wasn’t really a strange vibe, but also you knew you’d never be friends, even if Felix had no say in it.

Felix walked back through the door but stopped dead when he saw you and the guy through the small opening of the door.

He bit his lip for a second and furrowed his brow. He knew he should leave you, and it would be fine, but something in the pit of his stomach wasn’t letting him.

Like out of some ridiculous movie, you said something that the guy laughed at and then smiled at you, just as Felix entered the room.

He tried to keep a smile as he walked over to where you were standing. Before saying anything, he linked his hand around the small of your back.

You were slightly startled but just looked at him, beaming back at you with crescent eyes. The conversation continued without you as you spoke.

“Hey”

“Hi”, you responded, happy he seemed happy

“I just wanted to check you’re ok”, he asked seemingly earnestly.

“Yeah of course baby”, you responded, wiping his cheek with you’re free hand, “let me introduce you”

You introduced Felix as your boyfriend to the group as he smiled widely and said hi. You knew he’d fit right in already.

After introducing him, you gave a rub of his hand at your back.

You talked about basically nothing for the next 15 minutes. Felix was a natural with people he didn’t know, so you were happy to take a bit of a back seat. Just admiring how talkative he was, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile when he was half way through a story.

When he wasn’t speaking, he was slowly rubbing the right side of your hip with his thumb. Once or twice, he curled a stray lock behind your ear, looking at you with a beam when you spoke or sipped your drink like you were the most precious thing on earth.

What you didn’t notice was the way he’d stop rubbing your waist when the guy looked at you, and instead grip it, pulling you a millimetre closer. The corners of his lips turning into a frown if it was for so long. You laughed at one of his jokes, and he moved his other hand to rub your left shoulder and restrained a deep breath.

You just obliviously laid your head on his hand for a second.

Not after long, the 4 of them decided to go out and get some air. You both said bye to all of them, and you tried to peer at Felix’s expression towards the guy, but just about missed it.

The door closed and it was just the two of you left in the room.

Felix immediately groaned and buried his head in your neck once again, as if he was watching the door for the millisecond it closed.

“Hey what’s this about?”, you asked with your hands surrendered up, “nothing happened right?”

It was less of a question and more of a statement, but you left it open in the extreme off chance you hadn’t noticed something. Felix was way too good at noticing those type of things.

“Hmmm nothing”, he whined into you, pulling you close to him and sighing.

“Lixie?”, you asked in a higher tone as he rocked you gently side to side.

You ripped his face from your neck into your hands.

His face was bright red and he pouted as he refused to meet your eyes.

“Sunny…?”, you asked in a depleted whisper, your eyes begging to be met. At this point you were starting to convince yourself you’d missed something he’d done.

He heard your tone and snapped his eyes to yours. He was overly embarrassed, but he physically couldn’t ignore you when you spoke like that.

“Oh no it’s nothing it’s just…”, he started to reassure you, but stopped in his tracks

He rubbed your elbows in both his hands as he avoided eye contact again.

“He was smiling at you a lot”

He said it so quietly with an exaggerated pout you almost had to ask him to repeat.

“And laughing at you”

You realised just then that the redness in his face wasn’t entirely from jealousy, but at least half from his own embarrassment of being so bothered over small things.

He slapped his face in his hands and groaned again.

“This is so stupid”, he started. You grabbed his wrists near his face.

“And it’s not fair on you either…”. He held his cheeks in his fingers.

Any frustration of him worrying you for no reason evaporated from your body at the sight of his huge concerned eyes and furrowed brow. He was a little too concerned over his reaction.

You sighed and brought his hands down from his cheeks, tucking his hair behind his ears with both hands.

“I think it’s cute”.

It was probably the last thing he expected to hear but you weren’t lying either.

A part of you loved when his ears would turn red when explaining why a guy was ‘definitely flirting’ with you.

Or how he’d grab your cheeks and call you his precious girl after the same interaction, just to reinforce that you were still here and still completely his.

Although granted, you didn’t like seeing him this worried.

His eyes searched yours in slight disbelief. You just gave a smile in response.

“You’re so silly”, you said in honesty, “and you need to stop worrying”, you said a little more seriously.

You gave a kiss on both sides of his cheeks before continuing,

“But I think you’re so cute”.

He gave a long sigh with his eyes shut before cupping your face and leaving a lingering kiss on your lips.

“I’m working on it”, he said, half in jest.

You just giggled back at him.

He gave a content smile with a tilted head, the anxiety visibly leaving his body.

You left it a second before speaking again.

“I love you so much, you know that right?”, you continued as he ran his fingers through the front of your hair, nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I know princess, I love you more”

You could’ve just stood there in his eyes and his hands forever, but sound of feet on stairs slapped you back to reality. And the heat of the room you were in.

“I think I’m gonna grab some air…?”, you left the idea open.

He bit his lip before responding, “I’m coming with you”, gripping your hand and leading you to the door.

Working on it would start tomorrow. Just maybe.

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[epiphyllum32]

Not As Innocent As You Think!

tongue pierced juhoon x pierced reader

synopsis: Dating Juhoon is not for the weak, people see him as this cute, innocent guy who would never hurt a fly, but little did they know how opposite he is when it comes to you.

contains: sfw, fluff, clingy juhoon, juhoon’s a tease, some profanity, kissing, lowk obsessed juhoon, reader have many piercings, touchy af

wc: 723

note: hey y’all, this is my first fic here and I’ve been wanting for a while to post here so here I am. Also just letting you guys know that English is not my first language so there might be some errors here or wrong grammars, please let me know and give me feedbacks on this 🙏🙏🙏

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You’ve been dating Juhoon for quite some time, and the thing about you two is that you’re both opposites when it comes to personality. 

As for Juhoon, he’s more aloof, reserved, and chill. Well, that’s how he appears to others. People perceived him as the innocent, nice guy, but when it comes to your relationship, you would be surprised by how clingy and bold he is when it comes to you, like he can’t breathe when he’s away from you even just a sec. 

As for Y/N, she’s more of the loud, expressive, outgoing person. You're also not afraid to try anything, even if it’s risky, especially when you discover piercings; it has piqued your interests. She has become obsessed with it to the point that she has too many piercings; she loves the feeling and the adrenaline rush when getting it.

People can see why and how you get along; you both have the same fashion and music taste. They can see how well compatible you are with each other.

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"Does it hurt? ” Juhoon asked, 

"What? ” You look at him confused.

“your tongue piercing”

“Uhm, no... Why did you ask? ”

"Nothing, I just got curious…”

"What do you think would suit me?" he added.

"Well, for me, I think you’d suit lip or tongue piercing." 

*Fast forward to next next week.*

Juhoon texted you out of nowhere wanting to go to your apartment because “he misses you so bad he feels like he’s suffocating” he said to me putting my phone down after replying to him.

Juhoon opened the door and he sprinted his way to your room, he knew your routine after night shower is to do your skincare in your cute little nightwear, oh he can’t wait to see your pretty face. 

"Hi, babe." He sneaked behind you, snaking his hands to your torso, and hugged you gently while his face is buried in your shoulder. 

You were too focused on your skincare that his sudden appearance made you jolt.

"I miss you so bad; you don’t know what you do to me, baby.” He pecks your neck multiple times. He knew if he kissed your face right now, he might get kicked in the ass because you’re trying to “marinate” your skincare.

You giggled while he kept doing it. “Stop, Ju, you’re tickling me." 

juhoon lets out a little mischievous laugh “take this” and he starts tickling you instead bc he knew that you’re ticklish

“ju baby stop im gonna die” you say facing him while laughing trying to dodge his attacks

"Mm, not going to stop” and starts tickling you harder. you strategize what to do and prepared for your deadly combat against him, his biggest weakness. You tightly grab his shirt and kiss him hard, almost making your teeth clash against each other. He was dumbfounded by your move; his hands stopped tickling you. He then melted into your kiss letting his hands explore your waist instead and hugged you tightly like you’re gonna vanished any moment. The kiss was long enough to make you both forget about breathing and pull away; both of you were panting. You look at his puppy-like expression, like he’s begging to be fed by his owner; his face confirms that you won the battle. "Heh, I knew you’d fold in no time." I mentally celebrate my victory. Once you both gathered your breath, Juhoon’s face was literally pleading for more. "Baby more," he said, and you know you can’t refuse when he looks so cute right now. 

You pressed against him one more time, this time he deepened the kiss as he caresses your back lazily. You can feel him messily trying to get his tongue to your lips, and you suddenly pause. You felt something inside his mouth, “what was that?” you asked, pulling away. "Oh, this? ” then stick his tongue out, he has a tongue piercing. “Babe, wtf, when did you get that?" You were stunned by the new discovery. “I got it weeks ago when I asked you what would suit me." “I was supposed to tell you after it healed, but I eventually forgot it existed in my mouth.” "Well, I guess I couldn’t surprise you anymore," he said while he awkwardly chuckled.

“I didn’t expect you’d do something like that; you’re full of surprises, you know."

note: BRO I’ve been thinking about tongue pierced juhoon for a while now esp when he said in his live that he’s not innocent AND HE FUCKING DROP A BOMB ASS MIRROR PIC IN WV LIKE GODDAMN CALM DOWN BROO

bro is so triggered by the “innocent ju” comments that he had to prove everyone that he is not 😭😭😭

[unknvhx]

choso being clingy

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choso had never understood why humans insisted on personal space.

from the very beginning, he had watched couples in parks and on trains, their shoulders brushing, their hands laced together, their heads resting against one another as if proximity itself were oxygen. at first he assumed it was some ritual, another strange social habit like shaking hands or bowing. but once he fell in love, he realized it was much simpler.

he just didn’t like being far away.

it started subtly. a hand hovering at the small of your back when you walked through crowded streets. standing just a little too close while you talked. sitting beside you instead of across from you, even when there was plenty of space.

soon, subtle stopped being enough.

if you were reading, choso would quietly lower himself behind you on the couch, long arms circling your waist as if he were anchoring you in place. he wouldn’t say anything at first, just rest his chin on your shoulder, dark hair brushing against your cheek. his presence was heavy and warm, solid in a way that made it impossible to forget he was there.

“choso,” you’d murmur, pretending to focus on the page.

a pause. “yes?”

“you’re squeezing.” “i am not.” he absolutely was.

he claimed it was instinct. a protective reflex. a lingering habit from guarding his brothers. but there was something softer beneath it, something he never quite knew how to name. the world had taken too much from him already. when he found something precious, he held on.

literally.

he followed you around the apartment without shame. if you stood up to grab water, he trailed behind. if you leaned against the counter, he leaned too, shoulder pressed firmly against yours. if you tried to slip away to another room, you’d find him appearing moments later, silent and inevitable.

“you know I’m not going anywhere,” you told him once, amused.

he looked genuinely puzzled. “but you could.”

there was no accusation in his voice. just fact. possibility. that was the heart of it.

choso loved with a quiet intensity that bordered on desperate. He didn’t flirt easily. he didn’t tease much. but when he touched you, when his fingers laced carefully through yours or his forehead rested against yours, it felt like a vow. like he was grounding himself in your existence.

sometimes his clinginess became almost shy.

he’d sit close, thigh pressed against yours, pretending to focus on something else entirely while subtly inching nearer. if you shifted away even slightly, he would notice immediately. a faint crease would form between his brows, and within seconds he’d close the gap again, as if drawn by gravity.

at night, it was worse.

choso insisted on holding you while you slept. not loosely. not casually. one arm beneath your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist, fingers curled into fabric like he expected you to disappear before morning.

if you tried to turn over, he followed. if you slipped from his grasp, even half-asleep, he reached for you.

“choso,” you mumble into the pillow.

a low hum in response. Not awake enough to form words, but aware enough to tighten his hold.

he wasn’t possessive in a cruel way. he didn’t try to isolate you. he didn’t grow angry at your friendships or independence. but when you returned home, he made up for every second apart.

there were quiet moments, too. gentle ones.

he’d sit behind you on the floor, carefully combing his fingers through your hair with unexpected delicacy. or rest his forehead against the back of your hand, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady as if memorizing the rhythm of you.

“you’re so clingy cho,” you teased once, turning to face him.

choso studied your expression, searching for annoyance. finding none, he answered honestly.

“i know.” no excuses, no embarrassment, just truth.

then, after a beat, he added, softer, “i don’t want to lose you. the words settled between you, heavier than his arms ever could.

you reached up and cupped his face, thumbs brushing softly beneath his eyes. “you won’t,” you whispered.

he hesitated, as if the reassurance was something fragile, then slowly leaned into your touch. you guided him down with you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he folded against you, careful but unyielding. his face tucked into the crook of your shoulder, breath warm against your skin.

“i love you’’ you murmured, fingers threading through his hair.

his grip tightened, not desperate now, just seeking. and when you held him back just as firmly, his breathing finally steadied.

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