genre : fluff, romance, friends to lovers, ryul × reader
summary : oh why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you. why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well. just say goodnight n' go
inspired by : ariana grande's song goodnight n go !
warning(s) : none :D
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the problem with ryul is that he made everything feel like flirting.
maybe it was the way he leaned too close when he looked at your phone, his shoulders pressed against yours like it belonged there, how he'd grin after saying something ridiculously stupid just to hear you laugh, and how he somehow always found excuses to touch you like flicking your forehead, fixing your hair, tugging your sleeve when you walked too far ahead.
it's getting exhausting (for your heart) and unfair. because every time he does those kinds of things, you get flustered, but kim ryul acts like this towards everyone, doesn't he?
"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
a lop-sided grin spreading across his face. he didn't look away. he just leaned back against his chair, scanning your eyes with an annoyingly amount of mischief.
"is it working?" he asked.
"is what working?"
"the staring." he stood up and stepped closer to your direction.
your breath hitched slightly as he stopped right in front of you, too close, as usual.
"you look nervous," he murmured.
"i'm not."
"you are."
"no, i'm not." LIES, you are nervous.
he hummed, tilting his head a little like he was studying you.
"your ears are red."
"...shut up."
he laughed softly, satisfied, like he just proved a point.
and there it was again.
that stupid feeling in your chest.
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you were both sitting on your bed now, backs pressed against the wall, legs stretched out in front of you, a random movie playing in the background that neither of you were actually paying attention to. it had been on for what, like an hour? maybe more? and somehow, you still had no idea what it was about because the two of you kept getting distracted, talking over it, pausing it, then forgetting to press play again.
and at some point, the conversation had completely derailed into nonsense.
like actual nonsense.
something about whether cereal counts as soup. (it doesn’t.)
"you’re wrong," ryul said, nudging your shoulder.
"i’m literally right. i'm always right."
"nope. liquid base. solid contents. that’s soup."
"then by your logic, boba is soup."
he turned his head so fast it almost made you laugh.
"...don’t start."
"i’m just applying your logic."
"you’re twisting it."
"no, you just hate being wrong."
he scoffed, but there was already a smile creeping onto his face, like he knew exactly where this was going and didn’t mind it one bit.
and you noticed it again.
how easy this was.
like talking to him didn’t require effort, like laughing with him came naturally, like the space between you always somehow disappeared without either of you noticing.
and maybe that’s why it felt dangerous, because it didn’t feel like something you could control.
"what?" you muttered.
"...nothing."
he didn’t look away.
you swallowed.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"it’s late."
"so?"
"so… go home."
he blinked once.
then leaned his head back against the wall, sighing dramatically.
"wow."
"what?"
"you’re kicking me out now?"
"i’m not kicking you out, i’m telling you to go home like a normal person."
"i am a normal person."
"no, normal people don’t stay until 2 a.m. just to argue about cereal."
"...it’s important."
you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t miss the smirk that’s still on his lips.
or how he didn’t move. at all.
"ryul."
"yeah?"
"...just say goodnight and go."
he turned his head slightly, looking at you again.
"what if i don’t want to?"
your heart did something stupid. like completely forgetting how to function.
"then that’s your problem," you said, a little too quickly.
he smiled faintly.
"you’re mean."
"you’re annoying."
"and yet you let me stay."
"...barely..."
he let out a soft chuckle, then shifted closer. his shoulder pressing against yours again.
"you know," he started, voice quieter now, "you could just say you like having me here."
you froze.
"...i don’t."
"liar."
"shut up."
he laughed under his breath.
and then, he stood up.
finally.
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
"see? was that so hard?" you muttered.
he stretched his arms above his head, then grabbed his jacket.
"yeah, yeah."
you walked him to the door, trying to ignore the weird feeling creeping up in your chest. like something was about to happen.
he opened the door, but didn’t step out. instead, he turned back to you.
"goodnight," he said.
"goodnight."
he didn’t move.
you frowned slightly. "ryul—"
"hey."
"...what?"
he hesitated. just for a second. which was rare.
then—
you stepped forward.
and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
your heart immediately started racing like you just did something illegal.
"...there," you muttered, avoiding his eyes. "goodnight."
silence.
you dared to look up.
ryul hadn’t moved.
completely frozen, hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide in a way you’ve never seen before.
"...you just—"
"don’t make it a big deal," you cut him off quickly, already embarrassed.
he blinked. once. twice.
then a slow grin started forming on his face.
"wow."
"shut up."
"you kissed me."
"it was on the cheek."
"still counts."
you groaned, trying to push him out the door. "just go home."
but he didn’t budge.
instead, he leaned down slightly.
and before you could react, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. mirroring you.
"...now it’s even," he murmured.
your brain short-circuited.
"ryul—"
"goodnight," he said again, this time softer, a little smile still on his lips.
and then, he finally left.
leaving you standing there, frozen in place. your cheek still warm. heart beating way too fast.
because now, everything definitely changed. and honestly? you’re not sure if you want it to go back to how it was before.
(but also… you’re kinda screwed.)
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i’m backkkkk!! thank you guys so much for all the love on my jeno drabble that i posted exactly a month ago 🥹 i seriously didn’t expect it to get that many likes, it made me so happy hehe.
i’ve been so obsessed with lngshot latelyyyy, especially ryul & ohyul, so i decided to write a little something!
summary : when your best friend ryul kisses you on the cheek one night, it sets off a chain reaction you can't control. suddenly, every touch feels intentional, every glance feels loaded with meaning, and the line between friendship and something more becomes dangerously blurred.
word count : 2k
warning(s) : mutual pining, some curse words here & there, please forgive mee if there are any typos (^-^)
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for the next few days, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. the kiss he planted on your cheek. which is ridiculous, because a kiss on the cheek doesn't really mean anything right?
but somehow, your brain keeps replaying it anyway. the warmth of his lips against your cheek, the way he looked at you afterward, and the stupid grin that spreads across his face while you were actively trying not to combust right in front of him.
it was bad. very bad. because now, every little thing he did felt worse somehow. or better? honestly, you couldn’t tell anymore. because all you knew was that ryul had become completely unbearable after that night.
the touching got more obvious, like he had stopped trying to hide it. or maybe he never was hiding it in the first place, and now you were just painfully aware of everything.
his hand would rest against the small of your back whenever he walked behind you, fingers brushing against your waist absentmindedly like it was the most natural thing in the world. and whenever you sat next to each other, he somehow ends up sitting too close without fail, knees pressed together, shoulders touching, his arm lazily thrown behind you on the couch like he didn’t even notice what he was doing.
there was no way he didn’t notice and was doing that on purpose, right?
but the worst part is, you let him do that every single time.
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
"ryul, can you move?"
"make me."
you stared at him from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed while he stood there blocking the entire entrance with the most annoying expression you’d ever seen on someone’s face.
"ryul, i’m serious."
"so am i."
"you’re literally smiling."
"maybe because this is funny."
you rolled your eyes and tried stepping around him anyway, but he shifted at the exact same time, blocking you again effortlessly.
"oh my god."
he grinned immediately. "what?"
"why are you like this?"
"like what?"
"insufferable."
"mean."
you scoffed. "you started it."
instead of replying, he just tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing in amusement as he looked at you for a second too long.
"you’ve been avoiding me."
your stomach dropped instantly.
"...i have not."
"you have," he said easily. "ever since the kiss."
"it was on the cheek."
"still counts."
you groaned quietly, already feeling your face getting warm. "can you stop bringing it up?"
"why?" he asked, clearly entertained now. "you get all nervous every time."
"i do not get nervous."
"your ears are literally red right now."
"...shut up."
he laughed softly under his breath, and God—you hated how much you liked hearing it.
there was something so unfair about the way ryul always looked at you after making you flustered, like he genuinely enjoyed seeing you fall apart because of him.
maybe that's what made the whole thing so confusing. it really felt like he was genuinely flirting with you. but then he'd act completely normal afterwards, which made you second guess everything all over again.
because what if this was just how he was?
what if you were ruining your friendship over something that only existed in your head?
you tried stepping around him again, but this time he gently caught your wrist just before you could pass him.
and suddenly everything felt weirdly quiet.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"...move."
instead of answering, his thumb brushed lightly against your wrist without even thinking about it, and the tiny gesture almost made your heart explode.
"you know what i think?" he asked softly.
you swallowed. "...what?"
he stepped a little closer.
too close.
close enough that you could smell his cologne, close enough that if you moved even slightly your chest would brush against his.
you looked up at him, trying your very best to hold eye contact without looking nervous. but it was hard when he was taller than you, hard when he was standing that close, looking down at you like that.
and somehow, having to tilt your head up just to meet his eyes made everything feel worse.
"i think you’ve been avoiding me because you kissed me first."
your eyes widened immediately.
"i have not been avoiding you because of that."
"oh?" his lips twitched slightly. "so you admit you have been avoiding me."
"...no..."
he laughed quietly, shoulders shaking a little, and you wanted to disappear on the spot.
"caught you."
"you’re so annoying."
"and you still kissed me anyway."
your heart genuinely skipped.
before you could respond, he finally stepped aside, letting you pass. but not before lightly tugging on your sleeve as you walked by him.
it was small, but enough to make your chest ache all over again.
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movie nights with him became unbearable, too, because ryul slowly developed habits that were dangerously easy to get used to.
at first, it started with him laying his head on your lap every single time you watched something together.
it was natural, like your lap belonged to him.
he’d just walk into your room, flop down beside you on the bed or couch, then a few minutes later you’d suddenly feel his weight against your thighs while he gets comfortable beneath you, completely uninvited.
and the annoying part is?
he always looked way too relaxed there.
one arm thrown lazily around your leg, eyes half-lidded while you played with his hair absentmindedly because apparently that had become a thing too.
"you know," you mumbled one night, fingers brushing through his hair carefully, "normal people use pillows."
ryul cracked one eye open to look up at you.
"you’re way softer."
"...that sounded kinda weird."
"you’re making it weird."
you rolled your eyes, but your fingers never stopped moving through his hair.
eventually, though, laying his head on your lap apparently wasn’t enough for him anymore.
because somewhere along the way, it turned into him pulling you onto his lap instead.
especially whenever the two of you were on the couch together.
he’d complain there wasn’t enough space, even when there very obviously was, then grab your wrist before you could argue and tug you right onto him like it was the most normal thing ever.
and every single time you complained, he’d just wrap an arm around your waist tighter and mumble something about you moving around too much.
"ryul, i can literally sit beside you."
"you are sitting beside me."
"exucuse me... this is not beside."
he only grinned, chin resting against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist.
"stop complaining."
"you’re so clingy."
the worst part was how gentle he got whenever you sat on his lap.
completely different from his usual teasing self.
he’d absentmindedly play with your fingers while watching the movie, rub small circles against your waist whenever you shifted around, pull the blanket over you first before covering himself, and if you got sleepy, he’d immediately tilt your head against his shoulder without even thinking about it.
as if taking care of you had become second nature to him and pampering you was something he genuinely enjoyed.
and now you're confused all over again.
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one night, the two of you were sitting on your bedroom floor together, building one of those flower bouquet lego sets you bought because you wanted something cute to decorate your room with.
the box had been sitting unopened in the corner for weeks until ryul noticed it and immediately insisted on helping you build it.
except his version of “helping” mostly consisted of stealing pieces from your pile, purposely handing you the wrong colors, and acting unbelievably proud whenever he managed to attach two parts correctly.
and somehow, despite all the complaining and bickering, neither of you were really focused on the lego bouquet anymore.
ryul was sitting way too close as usual, one arm resting behind you while your legs brushed every few seconds whenever one of you moved.
"ryul...what are we doing?"
the words suddenly came out of you, quieter that you intended. but ryul heard them immediately.
he turned his head toward you, eyebrows pulling together slightly. "what?"
you let out a small laugh, but there wasn’t really any humor in it.
"this," you said quietly, gesturing between the two of you. "whatever this is."
he stayed silent.
you looked down at your hands. "you hold my hand, you sit way too close to me all the time, you keep touching me and kissing my cheek and—and you look at me like..." your voice faltered slightly. "like i actually mean something to you."
his expression shifted immediately.
but now that you started talking, you couldn’t stop.
"and i don’t know if i’m insane for thinking there’s something here or if you’re just naturally like this with everyone."
the silence afterward felt horrible, thick and heavy.
you immediately regretted saying anything at all.
"...forget it," you muttered quickly, standing up. "i shouldn’t have said anything."
but before you could walk away, ryul grabbed your wrist again.
"y/n."
you didn’t look at him.
you just couldn’t, because suddenly you felt embarrassed. way too exposed. like you just handed him every feeling you’d been trying to hide for weeks.
"...look at me."
you shook your head immediately. "no."
"please..."
that got you.
slowly, you looked back at him.
and ryul looked overwhelmed.
like he didn’t know where to start.
"you really think i act like this with everyone?" he asked quietly.
you didn’t answer.
because honestly? you didn’t know anymore.
he stood up then, stepping closer until his hands rested lightly on your arms.
"i don’t," he said softly. "i swear i don’t."
"then why didn’t you say anything?"
he let out a quiet laugh, but it sounded nervous this time.
completely unlike him.
"because i didn’t want to ruin this."
"...ryul."
"i mean it," he interrupted quickly. "i like you so much it’s actually embarrassing."
you stared at him.
and something in him finally broke a little.
his forehead dropped against your shoulder as he let out a quiet groan.
"god, you make me insane."
you couldn’t help but laugh softly at that, your hands slowly moving to hold onto him.
"so, what are we now?"
ryul looked at you for a second longer after you said that.
"i guess we’ll figure it out."
his hand was still resting against your waist, thumb moving slowly against the fabric of your hoodie while he stared at you like he was trying to memorize the look on your face right now.
"together," he finished quietly.
and then he leaned in to kiss your lips.
your fingers instinctively curled into the front of his hoodie as he kissed you gently, one of his hands sliding up to your cheek while the other stayed securely around your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
you think your heart might’ve melted a little.
when he finally pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours, both of you still a little breathless.
his lips twitched into the smallest smile.
"together," he whispered again.
"...you’re making me emotional," you mumbled quietly.
and suddenly, there it was.
that stupid mischievous grin.
you blinked. "...what?"
before you could even process the switch in expression, ryul’s hands moved to your sides, and he started tickling you.
your jaw dropped immediately.
"RYUL—"
you jerked away instantly, but he only laughed and followed after you, fingers digging lightly into your sides while you practically folded in on yourself.
"oh my god, stop—STOP—"
your words kept breaking apart between laughter while he looked way too entertained by this entire situation.
"what?" he said innocently. "you said i was making you emotional. had to fix that."
"you’re literally evil—"
you gasped sharply when he tickled your waist again, immediately trying to shove him away while laughing so hard your stomach hurt.
"ryul, i swear to god—"
"swear to god what?" he laughed, dodging your weak attempts at fighting back. "you can’t even threaten me properly right now."
"i hate you!"
"liar."
you shrieked when he suddenly grabbed your wrist before you could escape off the bed, pulling you right back against him.
the movement made both of you collapse sideways onto the mattress, tangled together in blankets and limbs while your laughter slowly dissolved into breathless giggles.
"stop moving," he complained through his own laughter as you tried pushing at his shoulder.
"you started it!"
"yeah, and i’d do it again."
"you’re the worst."
ryul grinned immediately. completely shameless.
"and you love me anyway."
your face warmed instantly.
"...you’re so annoying."
"that wasn’t a denial."
you groaned and hid your face against his shoulder immediately, which only made him laugh softer this time.
his arms wrapped around you easily after that, pulling you closer until you were practically curled against his chest while both of you tried catching your breath.
the way ryul kept brushing his fingers against your side absentmindedly while smiling into your hair like he couldn’t help it.
𖹭.ᐟ synopsis: tongue piercing ohyul with licking&biting fixation w his squirter gf... 🤤🤤
𖹭.ᐟ warnings: biting, belt as handcuffs, he's eating pussy, pussy drunk ohyul, hes degrading u here (^^;, reader is a water gun, uhhh technically porn no plot
𖹭.ᐟ message: everybody say thank u songkran, this is probably my fav fic lol ＼(^-^)／ uhh maybe food play ohyul next???(((・・;) I luvs ohyul sm I wanna bake and cook him all the food he wants ALSO HAPPY 300 GUIZZ
You ground your hips against him, just enough to feel his nose nudge against your clit. Sighing at the small relief.
Ohyul's groan vibrated against you, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine. He pressed his tongue flat against the soaked fabric—just for a second—before wrenching it aside with his teeth.
"Impatient," he scolded, but the moment his lips sealed around your clit and sucked, all teasing evaporated into sheer desperation. His fingers dug bruises into your hips, holding them down as you arched against him. "Couldn't even wait until I was out of my damn clothes."
He pulled back just enough to growl, "Stay still." Then dove back in like a man starving—each flick of his tongue sharp and filthy between words— "...or I'll tie you down... and take my damn time."
The pleasure had your head spinning, heat coursing through your veins. The tongue piercing he had only sweetened every lick, the cold metal offering more.
His tongue piercing trailed along your skin. He looked like sin, and god, how he wanted to make you call out his name like a prayer until you were gasping for air.
Your thighs try to close in around his head, to keep him in place. He clicked his tongue, the sound lost to the way he pressed his face back into you, hands digging into your thighs to keep them apart. "I said keep still, or are you just begging for me to tie you up?"
Before you could comply, he was already pulling away. Undoing his belt and grabbed both of your wrists, using the leather to bind your hands together. "That's my girl..." he muttered, dragging your hips to the very edge of the bed and burying himself between your thighs again—this time with no mercy.
His tongue worked in cruel, practiced strokes, alternating between broad licks that had you seeing stars and sharp flicks of that damn piercing right where you needed it most.
One hand slid under your ass to grip hard enough to lift you into his mouth with a muffled groan— "Scream for me."
Your insides were already tingling, guts twisting and knotting as he continued his assault on you. "Oh- yul-!" You choked out a sob, reaching to gripping the bedsheets. "Oh god–"
The second your voice broke, Ohyul redoubled his efforts—sucking your clit into his mouth with a groan that vibrated against you, tongue pressing mercilessly against that perfect spot while his free hand snaked up to roughly pinch one of your nipples.
He could feel the way you clenched around nothing beneath him, and it drove him wild.
"Don't call for god," he snarled against slick skin before biting down just above where you needed him most—sharp enough to wring another ragged cry from you. "Say my name when you cum."
"I'm gonna cum, baby– gonna cum–" You panted, pupils blown wide as you stared at him in between your legs. His fingers digging into your thighs as he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, relentless. His tongue lashed at you in quick, sinful flicks, the cold metal of his piercing dragging just right every damn time.
Until you finally shattered beneath him with a cry that went straight to his cock.
Letting out a loud sob-like groan as you squirted all over his face, splattering messily as you came hard.
Ohyul didn’t even flinch.
He kept his mouth on you, drinking you in with a groan so deep it bordered on animalistic—tongue lapping up every last drop until you were twitching and oversensitive beneath him. Only then did he finally pull back, lips glistening, chin dripping as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.
"Messy," he mumbled, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth like it was the sweetest damn thing he’d ever tasted. He leaned in close enough for you to feel his next words against your swollen clit, "Let’s do it again."
"Ohyul, wait—"
"Hm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow. His gaze raking over your body, taking in the sight of you wrecked and panting before him. "Changed your mind, already?"
"Cock."
"Thought you'd say that..." he muttered, chuckling under his breath, he didn't even bother fully undressing—just shoved his pants down enough to free his cock, gripping the base and giving it a slow stroke right in front of your face. "Since you asked so nicely."
"Just your mouth, or do you want more than that?" he growled. The question was only half-serious—he was so damn hard just looking at you, he'd give you anything you asked for.
"In my pussy..." you pant, looking up at him. The belt binding your hands together digging into your skin.
"Fuck—" His free hand slid down to grip your thigh and wrench it over his hip. He didn’t even bother lining himself up properly—just dragged the head of his cock through your slick once, twice, before shoving in to the hilt with a single ruthless thrust.
A ragged groan ripped out of him as he bottomed out, forehead dropping against yours. "So fucking wet," he gritted out, hips already rolling in shallow, punishing circles. "And all for me?"
"Yes baby–" You moaned, spreading your legs wider so that he could take it to his advantage and fill you fully.
Ohyul’s breath came in rough, uneven bursts as he drove into you with a rhythm that bordered on feral—each snap of his hips punctuated by the slap of skin and the choked-off noises you couldn’t seem to stop making. His fingers dug into your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back and expose your throat as he leaned down to bite at your collarbone.
"Say it," he demanded against sweat-slick skin, voice shredded with desperation. "Tell me whose pussy this is."
"Fuck– it's yours!" You moaned loudly, legs shaking as he bit your neck.
"Damn right." He snarled the words against your skin before sealing his mouth over yours in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue—swallowing every gasp, every broken moan as he fucked you stupid. His hips pistoned into you with brutal precision, the angle just right to have you seeing stars with every thrust.
He only broke the kiss to growl against your lips, "Fill you up so good, baby."
You opened your mouth, lolling your tongue out like a whore. The scene alone made him haul your legs over his shoulders in one brutal motion, driving into you so deep your vision whited out for a second—before spitting straight onto your tongue with a ragged groan.
"Disgusting," he panted, thumb hooking the corner of your mouth to drag it wider as he fucked into you harder, faster. "You take it so well—you stupid slut. Just opening your mouth, wanting me to spit on you." His other hand slid down to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you toward another ruinous climax as he growled, "Come with me."
You gladly swallowed his spit, "More..." you mumbled, smiling as the tip pounded—kissing your cervix wetly with every thrust.
He let out a fuck-filthy laugh, dragging his thumb from your lips to smear more spit down your chin.
"Greedy girl," he rasped, hips never stuttering in their brutal pace—each thrust punching the air from your lungs. "You want more?" His fingers tangled in your hair again, wrenching your head back as he leaned down to lick a hot stripe up the column of your throat before biting hard enough to bruise.
Then—just like you wanted—he gathered another mouthful of spit and let it drip directly onto your tongue, watching with satisfaction as you swallowed it like the good girl you were. "Take every fucking drop I give you."
The scene looked straight out of a porno. And you were enjoying it. He was bathing in it.
"Look at you, smiling all over my dick, huh?" He grins, slapping you across the cheek, just enough to make you look stupid. Your combined moans and skin-on-skin sounds lewd enough that it was the only thing that rang in both of your ears.
"Fuck, look at you," he panted, voice wrecked as his hand slid from your hair to grip your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Just reminding you who owned every gasp spilling from your lips. "Made for this—made to take my cock like a goddamn dream."
His hips stuttered, pace turning erratic as he felt his own climax coil tight in his gut. He leaned down until his lips brushed yours, sharing your air as he growled, "Cum with me."
You squirted for the second time, drenching your bodies and the bedsheets. Biting down your drunken smile as the orgasm hit hard again.
With a feral groan, he buried himself to the hilt and pumped his release into you in hot, ragged pulses—each one wringing another broken sound from both of you. Cock throbbing inside your pussy you could feel it give you one last delicious stretch as it pumped his sweet cum inside you.
His fingers tightened on your throat just enough to feel your racing pulse as he rode out the aftershocks, forehead pressed to yours like an anchor. When he finally pulled back, cock still twitching inside you.
His gaze signalled that he was dizzy, though it didn't stop him from ogling at your body. Letting out a soft chuckle as he leaned back in, licking and biting on your neck. Tasting your sweat and skin like it was savory while he thrusted weakly. Completely drunk on the feel of you. Lavishing at whatever he could get his hands and mouth on while chuckling.
Ohyul cum already because of ur delicious mouth sucking him really deep.
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bf!ohyul x y/n listener
warnings: NSFW audio, really short, kinda loud(?), soft moans,MDNI‼️, if u don’t like it, don’t report just block me. Um enjoy 😔 hope some1 will do it better than me.
I’m not really proud of this one but at least it does actually sounds like him lmaoo, byyye. 🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️ I—
🕷️ : to form connections & exposure for lngshot, jay park brought the oldest members out to a party. ryul caught ur eye— timid but relaxed, looks hella lost but also looks like he fits right in— u wanted him. how will the night go with two complete opposite strangers?
♠️: idol!ryul x rapper!reader, fem!reader x kim ryul
♟️: mentions of smoking & drinking. reader is tattooed. making out. suggestive content.
the party is loud, hazy, pulsing.
you weren’t planning on staying long.
you definitely weren’t planning on wanting someone.
then you see him.
he’s standing a little off to the side of the main crowd. not awkward, not stiff— just… observing. hands in his pockets, jaw sharp under the dim lights, nodding politely whenever someone speaks to him. he looks calm. contained.
intimidating, even.
but there’s something about the way he scans the room that makes him look out of place. like he’s here for work, not for fun.
you don’t know his name yet.
you just know you want him.
your stare lingers too long. you don’t even try to hide it.
he doesn’t notice it at first. then Jay Park calls him over to ur table.
“ryul,” he says, clapping him on the shoulder. “you rap, she raps. talk.”
so that’s his name. ryul.
he steps forward, bows slightly out of habit. “nice to meet you.”
you don’t bow. you just smile, slow.
“i’ve seen your stages,” you say. “you don’t look like this on stage.”
his brow lifts faintly. “like what?”
“quiet.”
jay park keeps talking — something about collaborations, about exposure, about lngshot’s growth — but your attention isn’t on him anymore.
it’s on ryul.
and he feels it.
your eyes don’t leave his face. not when jay park jokes. not when someone interrupts. not when music swells louder.
his gaze flickers to you.
lingers.
away.
back again.
two hours pass like that.
different conversations. different circles. but somehow you always end up within each other’s line of sight.
once, across the room, he catches you staring again.
you don’t look away.
he doesn’t either.
his jaw tightens just slightly.
eventually, you get bored of waiting.
you grab a fresh drink and walk straight toward him.
“you look thirsty,” you say, holding it out.
he glances at the glass, then at you. “i don’t drink.”
you tilt your head. “at all?”
“at all.”
“idol image?”
a faint smirk. “discipline.”
interesting.
you take a sip instead. “your loss.”
you reach into your pocket, pulling out a cigarette pack, offering one casually. “what about this?”
his eyes flick briefly toward the corners of the ceiling.
cameras.
always cameras.
he shakes his head. “not here.”
you hum. “so you do.”
“i didn’t say that.”
you laugh. he laughs. god, you loved that laugh.
there it is— the first real crack in the intimidating aura.
“what are you doing here?” you ask
“promo” he says
“saw u guys with another young kid. where is he?”
“ohyul. probably hookin up” he says as he looks around.
“ur dpn lets u guys? i thought kpop stuff’s fucking strict w/ allat?” u ask as u puff out a smoke
“as long as we don’t get caught”
you study him openly. the rings on his fingers. the controlled posture. the way he keeps a polite distance even though you’re standing close enough to test him.
“you always this serious?” you ask.
“you always this bold?”
“only when i want something.”
his eyes darken slightly. “and what do you want?”
“you.”
“you don’t even know me,” he says quietly.
“then let me.”
“we feel.. idk.. different?”
“how so?”
“i don’t.. i’m not a fan of tattoos.. i also don’t drink. i think i’ll be boring for u”
you let out a chuckle
“i’m not looking for a husband, darling.”
“what do u want then? like.. from me”
“you. tonight.”
“just tonight?”
“just tonight.”
someone bumps into you from behind, and instinctively his hand shoots out — steadying your waist for half a second.
it’s brief.
careful.
but his fingers press warm against your skin before he pulls back like he touched something dangerous.
you notice.
“relax,” you murmur. “i don’t bite.”
“i didn’t say you do.”
“you’re thinking it.”
he exhales softly through his nose, fighting a smile again. “you’re trouble.”
“and you’re pretending you don’t like that.”
silence stretches between you — but it’s thick now. charged.
“come outside,” you say. “no cameras.”
he hesitates.
not because he doesn’t want to.
because he does.
too much.
“five minutes” he finally says.
you nod like you’ve already won.
“black suv. u’ll see me there.” you tell him
as you start walking toward the exit, you glance back.
he’s watching you again.
this time, he doesn’t look away at all.
during ur first three minutes in the car, you js keep the window open for him (and for ur smoke)—after all, it’ll be tough to spot u in a tinted car.
soon enough, u see him.
he slides in quickly, hood up now, mask pulled down once the door shuts & the window rolls up. the party noise becomes muffled. contained.
just the two of you.
for a second, neither of you speak.
the only light is from the dashboard, faint blue against his jaw.
“this is smarter,” he says quietly.
“i’m thoughtful like that.”
he exhales, a small huff of amusement.
“just tonight,” you remind him.
he nods once. “just tonight.”
no exchange of numbers.
no promises.
no tomorrow morning texts.
just this sealed space and the tension that’s been building for hours.
“you always this restrained?” you ask.
“i’ve got to be.”
“don’t.”
that’s all you say.
don’t.
you reach over first this time, fingers hooking lightly into the front of his jacket and pulling him toward you.
he lets you.
once ur faces are close enough, he smiles and presses his lips on yours.
it wasn’t rushed— not at first.
your lips brush, slow, deliberate.
then his hand slides to your waist, firm, grounding, and the control snaps.
he kisses you properly.
deeper.
hungrier.
like the car door locking gave him permission.
your back presses against the seat as he leans over you, one hand braced beside your shoulder, the other tightening at your waist.
your fingers slide into his hair and he exhales sharply against your mouth— a low sound he probably never lets anyone hear.
the windows fog slightly.
you pull back just enough to breathe.
“thought you were disciplined,” you murmur.
his thumb drags along your side slowly.
“i am,” he says.
then he kisses you again like he’s contradicting himself on purpose.
this one is slower.
intentional.
his hand moves from your waist to your jaw, tilting your face the way he wants. controlled but not rough.
your hand slips under his jacket, feeling the warmth of him through thin fabric.
his mouth trails briefly to your jaw— not messy, not reckless— just enough to make your breath hitch.
then back to your lips.
after a long moment, he pulls back first.
breathing heavier than he’d like.
forehead resting lightly against yours.
“this stays here,” he says quietly.
“it does.”
he studies your face like he’s making sure you mean that.
you do.
unfortunately.
his hand lingers at your waist a second longer before he finally sits back in his seat.
“backseat?” he says, chuckling, like he dropped a joke.
“u think u can handle that?”
“i don’t know. might miss u”
you shake ur head as you laugh, wiping the lipstick stains left on the sides of his mouth.
“careful” you say
“i was”
“was?”
“i don’t know now”
“backseat?”
and god, he never nodded that fast before in his entire life.
he has been holding himself together all day, so by the time you went to bed, his nerves were already hot and shot
you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts, oversized and barely doing its job
your bare legs were brushing his as your back was pressed up against his chest, the fabric of your shirt riding up just enough to ruin his focus entirely
he was already on edge, every brush of your skin is a battle he’s slowly losing
a soft glow of your phone painted the ceiling while the room stays lazy and quiet
he had his phone in one hand, the other tucked behind his head like he’s got nothing on his mind at all
but in reality ryul hasn’t scrolled in a solid minute.
he keeps shifting, breathing a little heavier, the excuse of ‘getting comfy’ wearing thin as he presses himself into you again
just a little too hard for it to be unintentional
his heat and weight nudging into you like an unmissable confession
you don’t look up, you just hum, teasing him without even trying, adjusting your leg, dragging it back slowly like you didn’t feel that at all
his hand slides down to your waist, pulling you even closer, hoping your body will answer before his pride has to
and you definitely notice, a teasing smile was plastered on your face as you deliberately push your behind into him with a little more pressure
ryul exhales a laugh that’s half like a groan, his forehead leaning toward your shoulder as he gives one more subtle push, equally as bold as helpless
you don’t turn around
instead, you arch your back into him just enough to make it undeniable, slow and intentional, like you want him to feel but not give in to his needs
your hips roll once, lazy, but cruel, and you let out a quiet laugh when you feel his breath hitch behind you
he presses closer, his face coming to rest into your neck, his patience thinning with every breath he takes
your shoulders relax, a little smile on your face as you keep scrolling your phone, pretending like you didn’t already made a decision you’re just.. delaying
you scooted your hips back, testing how much longer his patience and self control will last
you can hear, and feel, his breathing changing while his hands start to wander, a little restrained, as if he’s holding back the urge to just grab
his fingers ghost over your skin, close enough to make you hyper aware of every place he doesn’t quite touch
he can’t help but press himself into you with a little more force now, making it clear he’s done pretending not to want you
he exhales loudly, a groan slipping from his lips behind you, low and almost disbelieving;
“you’re really gonna make me work for it, huh?” he murmers, mouth close to your ear
his lips ghosting over your jaw and neck before pressing warm, soft kisses on the exposed skin
you still for half a second, tilting your head, your shoulder slightly nudging his jaw in the movement
he scoffs, low and almost disbelieving before reaching past you, gently but decisively taking your phone out of your hand, tossing it somewhere onto the mattress
his voice drops, steady, threaded with want instead of pleading; “alright” he says, his breath warm against your neck; “enough teasing, turn around”
you giggled breathily, rolling your eyes playfully as you rolled on your back, your eyes shining with that little shimmer of mischief
you grin, a confident yet innocent curve of lips
“for a sec i thought you were gonna beg for it”
he lets out a low laugh, his lips quirking up in an amused expression
“i’d beg for you everyday if that’s what it takes”
“well lucky you there’s no need to beg today” your voice soft but teasing
and that was all he needed
his playful grin turned into something a little more.. daring as he slids his hands under your (his) shirt, feeling your bare skin
your hand came up to brush through his hair, slightly tugging at it, playful but tempting
and his lips were on yours within seconds, wasting no time as he pushed his tongue past your lips, finding yours
a deep sigh left yours as one of his hands slides down your back to grab your ass through your panties
the kiss deepened in no time, his lips moving with so much intensity it turned hot in a matter of moments, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth
one of his hand hooks up under your leg, pulling it up over his, guiding you down so you were straddling him
he didn’t break the kiss once, only stretching his neck a little more to meet you in the middle
the hard line of his now throbbing length in his sweatpants pressed directly onto your clothed core
and something snapped in him almost immediately
there was no holding back anymore
his hands slid down to your ass, firm and steady, pushing you down with a little more force as he rocks his hips up in the same moment
you moaned into the kiss, one of your hands gripping the pillow next to his face to steady yourself as he rocked you forward, guiding your movements, letting you feel every inch of his hard on grinding up into you
you whimpered in his mouth, your hips moving almost shamelessly against his, his nails dugging into the thin fabric of your panties
he was moving with sharp thrusts, chasing the friction as you could feel the the wetness in your panties growing
“we can’t..-“ you breathed into his lips; “ohyul’s home”
“i don’t care baby, i need you- ..now” he groaned in between kisses
and with that he pulled away just briefly, flipping you over so he was the one hovering over you now
“he’s gonna hear us”
“then keep quiet for me” he smirked before locking your lips in another kiss, hungry and sure
hiiii!!! i would like to thank you for being my favorite lngshot writer it’s honor to read your work🫡🫡
i was thinkingg about a fic where ohyul and his gf take each other’s v card? something very vanilla and funny and awkward but also endearing haha i think we need to see soft ohyul at least once loll
thank youuuuuu🩷🩷🩷
first time!✧˖°.
a/n: the anon that requested this is prolly dead by now w how long i took to post this im so sorry. highkey got carried away w this, i was giggling whilst writing this. hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed.
genre♡ smut, mdni,
warnings♡ my poor attempt at humour, a lot of kissing, protected sex,
ohyul is sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands shoved between his knees, ears already pink. you’re sitting beside him, equally nervous, fiddling the sleeve of his hoodie that you’re wearing. neither of you say anything for a long moment, eyes glancing towards each other hesitantly before ohyul clears his throat.
“so..um,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “we don’t have to. if you’re not - like - ready.”
you blink at him. “ohyul.” you say slowly, “you were the one who bought the candles.”
he slowly glances to the side to where the red candles were lit on their bedside. “oh yeah.” you let out a small laugh at his nervousness, his shoulders relaxing a little. your knees bump each other, his fingers slowly reaching for you’re where they’re resting on the mattress. he laces them together, and you can feel the slight clamminess of his palms.
“it’s ok. i’m nervous too.” you reassured him softly.
ohyul looks at you softly, almost stunned, like he actually cant believe that you’re here with him right now. “you know,” he says suddenly, “i had this whole speech planned.”
“oh my god-“
“yeah - what do you mean oh my god?” his head swivelled towards yours. “it was really good too.” he scoffs in disbelief.
“yeah what was it?”
he thinks for a moment. “…i forgot.”
you burst out laughing and he just smiles at you, finding you so endearing. he squeezes your hand and leans forward to press a shy kiss on your lips. it’s soft and a little clumsy but so him. his thumb rubs little circles over your knuckles, pulling back slowly to whisper “are you sure?”
you nod, breath hitched in your throat. “yes ohyul. please.” your chest feels tight with a mix of emotions. he seems to sense it because he kisses you again, slower this time, guiding you gently down onto your back. he hovers above you carefully. "tell me if anything's weird, ok?" you nod and tug at his top for him to take it off. it got stuck on his arm and you snort. "wait - my arm - ok i got it."
he slowly slips off his hoodie off you. his cheeks flush instantly at the sight of you, he can’t help but let his eyes wander all over you as your face burns pink under his gaze.
“you’re beautiful.” he blurts out suddenly. "stop talking." you whine softly at him. his hands move slowly running his fingers up and down your sides, your skin so soft and warm under his touch. you turn your face away a little, but he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. his mouth drifts lower, brushing along your jaw and down your neck. his hands are exploring a bit more bolder now, but still cautious as if he’s checking to make sure you’re still ok. they glide over your waist, thighs and up to your perky breasts where he fondles them softly. you let out a small yelp on instinct.
ohyul jerks back and takes his hands off quick. he looks back up at you, his eyes searching your face for any discomfort. “sorry! was that bad?” he squeaks out, scared he did something wrong but you shook your head. “no! no...i liked it.” you reassure him, as he lets out a shaky breath, nodding quickly. his hands move slowly down to your shorts, fiddling with the hem as he looks up at you for approval. you nod and he slowly slides them down your bare legs along with your panties now completely bare underneath him.
he kisses you again, your hands tugging at his jeans for him to take it off. he breaks the kiss and fumbles with the belt, making you giggle. you replaced his shaky hands with your nimble fingers and unbuckled it, shoving them off leaving him in his black boxers that had a noticeable bulge poking through. you both flush at the seriousness of it all now, you’ve never seen him like this before. your eyes widen a little in surprise before you could hide it. ohyul notices immediately.
“i’ll be gentle baby, you know that.” he says softly.
“i know you will.” you whisper, smiling softly as he grabs a condom from the side drawer, ripping it off skilfully with his teeth that had you raising an eyebrow at him.
“what? i saw it a lot in videos..” he mumbles shyly as you throw your head back in laughter at the thought of ohyul noting down tricks from the porn he watches. he whines for you to stop laughing, trying to be serious. he pulls his boxers down, your laughter trailing off as he rolls the condom on his cock. wow. that’s big.
he sees you ogling shamelessly at it, his lips smirking up as he hovers over you again, grabbing the base of his cock as he feels a surge of confidence rushing through him. “you like it?” he asks teasingly. you roll your eyes at him playfully, saying nothing as you pull him down closer, lining the tip of his cock with your soaked entrance. he glides his cock in between your sticky folds as you moan softly.
“you ready?” he murmurs against your lips as you grip his soft hair, nodding slowly. “yes, please.” you whisper and he pushes in slowly. you wince slightly, feeling uncomfortable at first but ohyul makes sure not to rush, praising you sweetly as he distracts you from the pain, fingers pinching your nipples softly as you moan into his mouth.
“look at me baby.” he says softly, as he buries himself to the hilt. his hips flushed against your ass as you whine at the full feeling. you hesitantly meet his soft gaze, concern and affection all over his face. one hand cups the side of your face lovingly as you lean into it, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek softly as he begins to rock slowly back and forth. you let out a stifled moan, the pleasure slowly starting to build up. you scratch your nails into his scalp, the action making him hiss.
“feels good baby?” he asks nervously, building up his pace as he pays attention to the way your face contorts into pleasure. “yes, so good,” you admit quietly. “just, don’t stop.”
a small smile pulls at his lips as he fucks into you deeper, making you moan loader, wrapping your legs around his hips. both of you breathing heavily, ohyul mouthing at your neck and chest, leaving red splotches in its wake as you feel close. you grip onto him tighter, pussy clenching around his cock tighter to which he groans at the feeling.
“love you ohyul,” you say breathlessly. his eyes widen at the sudden declaration before smiling softly, murmuring back “love you too yn.” he picks up the pace, his orgasm fast approaching too. he intertwines his hand with yours, kissing you softly as you sob into him, the situation and the pleasure overwhelming you in emotions. he kisses your tears away, letting you cling onto him tighter as you ride out your orgasm, his name leaving your lips. ohyul follows moments later, burying his face into your shoulder as he shudders, moaning your name as he releases into the condom.
neither of you move for a while. just heavy breaths before ohyul peeks up at you, eyes shyly meeting yours. “was that good?” he asks nervously. you nod shyly. “it was..good.” you cover your face in slight embarrassment as the situation rolls over. ohyul gently pulls out, your body tired as he pulls you into his arms. you feel warm and safe in his hold, throwing a blanket over the both of you. you curl closer to his chest, already drifting to sleep before he starts grumbling behind you about how much his legs ache now. you sigh as he sprawls over you, nuzzling into your hair as you both slowly drift asleep.
genre♡ smut, mdni
drabbles♡ thinking abt how ryul luvs you sm and is the softest dom ever..
warnings♡ oral sex (f receiving), petnames, slight size kink, soft dom ryul, he's so whipped for you, praising, unprotected sex, creampie,
ryul never fails to show js how much he loves you
body worship goes crazy w him, peppering soft kisses all over you as his hands caresses freely over you
one minute you’re sitting in his lap, the next minute you’re pinned underneath him on the bed
loves taking his sweet time, wanting to see every reaction you give him
that little squirm you do when he takes one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth has him reeling
he likes teasing you, enjoying the way you always get so impatient w him when he’s fiddling w the edge of ur panties
“ryul, please”
he’s at your service ma’am 🫡
oh he’s a munch for sure
he’s dead set on making you cum first before he fucks you
he says it’s to ‘loosen you up a bit’ since you’re always a bit tense
(makes sense tho, i would be if i had kim ryul on top of me)
finger + mouth combo
tongue swirling on your swollen nub as he plunges two fingers deep into your dripping hole, the pads of his fingers running across your gummy walls as you buck your hips up in his grip
he holds you down w the other hand splayed flat across your stomach 😵💫
“my good girl. so wet. all for me, hm?”
deffo has a size kink
once he squeezes his cock into your tight hole he’s already gone, watching in awe at how it disappears inside your tiny body
yk how jay park said ryul only had 2 expressions. ones 😐 and the others only reserved for you
his face softens in a way that his normally sharp face js melts
his eyes are the biggest giveaway, they’re warm and focused entirely on you and nothing else
like his gaze says everything. it’s intense but in that whipped way where he’s gone for you
loves missionary, he finds it so intimate. he’s intertwining your hands together, clasping it softly as he rocks into you back n forth, swallowing your soft gasps and moans
he doesn’t talk much during sex but his mouth is busy, kissing the underside of your jaw, lips, palm, neck, you name it.
luvs when you say his name in that breathy voice of yours, as if it’s the only thing left in your mind to say as he fucks into you so deep
PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE
“taking me in so well angel, pussy was made for my cock”
watches you eagerly, needing to know what makes you twitch and squirm
you throw your head back when he hits that spot so good, his cock almost moulding your pussy into his pretty cocksleeve
he groans as he feels your gummy walls clenching around him, he doesn’t think he’ll last long so he’s focused on making you cum first
he’s rubbing your clit now with his thumb before pinching it gently and it was all too much
you’re squealing loudly as he kisses the tears that’s slipped down your flushed cheeks
you cum again, back arching into a pretty bow as he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear
“i got you baby, so good for me.”
and seeing how good he made you feel makes him also cum w a groan, wrapping his arms around your waist as he he buries his face into the crook of your neck
his cum is thick, coating your insides fully as he slows his hips, laying on top of you for a brief moment before you’re grumbling at him that he’s heavy
you whimper as he pulls his cock out slowly, cum dribbling out your ruined pussy that has him absolutely reeling
that immediate afterglow you always have after has him blushing now no matter how rough you think you look
he always finds you so pretty
aftercare w him is always the sweetest, not wanting you to move a muscle as he brushes your sweaty bangs out your face so lovingly
wiping your body down carefully, mumbling apologies when you hiss at the more sensitive parts
you’d always get flushed and embarrassed every time he does it but ryul doesn’t look at you any differently, why would he? even eye level to your pussy he's handling you w steady hands as he cleans you thoroughly, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh when he’s done
his spiky hair brushing against your skin makes you giggle
and when you're too tired to head into the shower, he's by your side.
cupping your face softly and pressing kisses to the back of your hand as you both yap away at anything and everything
or you're slowly drifting away to sleep, wrapped up in his warm embrace ❤︎
summary; you’re both rappers on the same show and the rules were simple; boy-girl duos, diss your opponents, win the round. but no one said anything about using someone’s girlfriend as lyrical ammunition. ryul can handle losing points, he just can’t handle hearing your name in another man’s mouth
warnings; jealousy, reader is mentioned as noona once, kissing
wc; 2,2k - requested 1 , 2
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the studio lights are hot, almost suffocating, and the air smells like nerves and ego of all the people walking around like they own this place
the show has been absolute chaos from the start, girls vs girls, guys vs guys, diss tracks flying like bullets, everyone’s pride on the line, and cameras catching every smallest expression on everyone’s faces
you and ryul had been introduced on the very first episode as individual contestants; two names on the lineup with your own reputations to defend, introduced one after the other like rivals rather than lovers
still, the producers didn’t miss the chance to mention it, of course because what tv production would miss out on a good storyline
two big established rappers were stepping onto the same competitive stage, competing against each other but undeniably being each other’s biggest cheerleader
and from day one, the cameras lingered a little longer on your shared glances between each other and the way his hand brushed yours backstage before filming started, like a quiet good luck, selling the love bugs narrative before either of you even rapped a verse
you’ve both been doing well, maybe a little too well, honestly
people have been loving the “power couple” narrative, and the producers can’t help but milk it every chance they get
your reaction shots to one another, dramatic zoom ins, shared looks when you think no one else is watching
and obviously the interviews where they ask you all kinds of questions, about the show but obviously also about the two of you
he gets asked about how he started his career, what influenced him, who inspires him, what his future looks like, and for example; what would happen if he’d ever battle you
and to that, ryul always grins and confidently says, “i’d win,” but as tough as he looks and sounds on stage. he can’t hide the sparkling energy in his eyes whenever your name gets brought up
you’ve both been absolutely killing every single round up until now, easily outdoing your opponents, winning the judges and the viewers hearts and votes like you’re collecting grocery stamps
but the new round is different, and the mcs announce it with way too much excitement;
duo battle.
one guy, one girl, randomly paired, battling another duo
and as soon as the announcement is made. the room explodes in cheers and laughter, everyone absolutely hooked with excitement
because up until now, it’s been boys and girls separated, but as more and more contestants were getting dropped, battle rounds were becoming increasingly more intense
and so it goes..
you and ryul both glance at each other automatically, almost like magnets, and for half a second you hope, stupidly, that you’ll be paired together
but of course.. you’re not
you get paired with a guy named yubin
he’s tall, has an annoying cocky grin, and he’s definitely the type who knows exactly how the camera loves him and how much he loves himself lmao
and as soon as your names are called out as a pair, he comes up to you, dapping you up like you’re teammates in a war,
“let’s make this legendary,” he says, and his eyes flick to ryul just a little too knowingly
ryul gets paired with a girl named sora
she’s insanely talented, cool, composed, yet has this sweet innocence that just keeps your eyes fixated on her, and she’s nowhere close to a problem, at all
but yubin on the other hand..
he’s definitely a problem.
your rehearsals are fine at first, yubin is good, you can’t argue the fact that he’s super creative, and he knows how to play off your rhythm well
overall a good partner when it comes to the music part itself..
but you can’t deny the fact he stands a little too close when discussing bars, or how he lets his hand hover at your waist when positioning you for stage blocking and how he calls you “noona” in that teasing tone,
and of course, ryul sees all of it.
he tries to act normal, pretends it doesn’t affect him, deeply believes he’s hiding it really well and no one around him can see how he’s fighting inner demons to keep his cool
but as much as he wants to make it look like he’s chill, every time yubin leans in to whisper something in your ear, his jaw ticks
and when yubin laughs and lightly nudges your shoulder, his grip on his water bottle tightens so hard it almost crumples
throughout practice and rehearsal sessions, you can feel his gaze burning straight through you, and you catch his eye once across the practice room, mouthing ‘relax’
but obviously a lot of things are happening to his body and mind, and relax is definitely not one of them
and then it’s there; battle day arrives, the crowd is loud, and the tension is intense, to say the least
everyone is focused and absolutely committed to win this round and when it’s finally time to start filming, your duo is up first
yubin starts strong, he has an insanely confident delivery, and undeniable smooth flow,
your eyes flicker towards the judges and they look absolutely immersed in his words and tone
you can’t help the little confident smile creeping up on your face, feeling the performance and vibe building up more and more
but then halfway through his verse, his smirk grows sharper, his eyes narrow with a hint of mischief and something a little more intense
“ryul acts tough but he fragile inside, got his girl on my team, guess i’m stealing his pride”
and the crowd reacts,
immediately,
loud “ooooooh!”’s and feet stomping filling the studio
you keep your face straight but internally you sigh, ‘yupppp here we go..’ you think to yourself,
yubin goes ‘off script’, his rehearsed lines (at least the ones he shared with you) long forgotten as he circles slightly as he raps, gesturing toward you as you’re standing a few feet away from him, before turning towards your bf,
“she say she like a man who can handle the heat, when he loses tonight, maybe she switchin’ her seat,”
and there it is. blatant.
almost like an attack that might feel a little too personal for a rap battle, but obviously yubin doesn’t care
and of course the camera immediately cuts to ryul, catching his reaction to the stage infront of him
he’s smiling.
but it’s not a happy smile,
it’s the kind that means someone’s about to get verbally executed..
and that someone is definitely not him
when it’s your turn, you do your verse flawlessly, focusing on the actual battle, not the childish baiting that your ‘partner’ did
but yubin being yubin, keeps throwing in little ad-libs under his breath when it’s your turn
“tell him, noona.”
“you deserve better,”
“you sure you with the right one?”
and the audience eats. it. up.
and so do the judges
and when it’s finally ryul’s turn, he steps up slow, his eyes are focused and his gaze shows that he’s not here to play,
he rolls his shoulders like he’s loosening something inside himself and sora gives him a look that clearly says ‘do not commit murder on live television’
and ryul only smiles, giving her one that says ‘no promises’ and the atmosphere immediately turns into something more intense,
he starts calm.
he’s controlled, easily dismantles yubin’s flow, critiques his bars, calls out recycled metaphors and his child play and you better believe, the crowd loves it
then his eyes land on you for a split second, and something shifts
“you think you clever, using her name like a shield, but you just borrowing shine from the star of the field,”
“keep her out your mouth, you’re playing a dangerous game, i don’t get jealous easy, but i don’t play about my name”
his tone drops, deeper, heavier
but he’s not finished yet,
“you testing me for cameras? that’s cute, i admit, but when the lights go off, you ain’t built for that script,”
and boom.
the crowd absolutely loses it.
and even you feel a little shiver, because that wasn’t just ryul doing his little performance,
that was real and raw.
yubin just laughs it off, the camera’s flickering from you, to yubin, to ryul, to sora. catching every possible glimpse of your reactions but when yubin’s turn again, he doesn’t dare to mention you anymore
after filming ends, the mcs wrap it up, producers swarm around the studio like monkeys that just got let loose, cameras still catching all kinds of behind the scenes reactions from the crowd, judges and the rappers
you barely have time to breathe before a hand wraps around your wrist
firm. warm. familiar.
you don’t have to look to know who it is
“come,”
ryul doesn’t look at you as he says it, he just pulls you with him
“ryul-” you try, half laughing because you know that tone
he ignores you, leading you down the hallway, past staff and past dressing rooms, until he finds an empty one and pushes the door open, pulling you inside with him
and the door immediately shuts behind you with a soft but decisive click
he turns around immediately.
and oh,
he’s not calm.
his hair is slightly messy from running his hands through it, his chest rises and falls faster than usual, and his eyes are dark
not the kind of stage dark, for the performance and effect, no real dark
“what the hell was that?” he says, voice low but tight
you blink innocently, softly chuckling to yourself, “a battle?”
“don’t play with me,”
he runs a hand over his face, sighing out loudly, clearly not having any of this
“the way he was talking to you?” he laughs under his breath, rolling his eyes as he’s rethinking what had just happened,
“he was touching you, saying that shit like you’re some trophy he can pass around just to get under my skin,”
“well, it worked,” you tease softly
he stares at you, his gaze locking with yours
“that’s not funny,”
you step closer, slowly, “you were kind of hot up there, though,”
“i’m serious,” he snaps, but his voice cracks just slightly, his tone was filled with frustration, maybe even a little hint of anger but not at you,
“i know it’s a show and a stupid strategy, but hearing him say that stuff… seeing him stand that close… you smiling at him-??”
“i smile at everyone,”
“yeah, well, i don’t like everyone smiling at you,”
and there it is. raw. exposed.
he steps closer now, closing the distance you created
his hands hover at your waist like he’s debating whether he has the right to hold you right now
“i hate when they look at you like they’ve got a chance,” he murmurs, “like i’m not right there,”
you tilt your head, “you’re always right there,”
“doesn’t feel like it when he’s using you to test me,”
“are you that easy to test?”
he scoffs, “no, but you’re my weak spot. obviously,”
you can’t the little smile creeping up on your face
“ryul,”
“what?”
“you’re being a bit dramatic,”
“i’m being honest”
“it’s just yubin,”
“just yubin?” he echoes, “his ego is literally so far up his own ass he literally thinks he got a chance with you,”
and with that he finally grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him
it wasn’t rough, just possessive, like he needs to confirm you’re real and here
and his
“i don’t like sharing you,” he says, quieter now, “even for a performance,”
your fingers slide up his chest, feeling his heartbeat still racing
“you’re not sharing me,” you whisper, “i’m not a microphone..”
a breath of a laugh escapes him despite his current mood, “that was bad,”
“you love my bad lines,”
he looks at your mouth for half a second too long
“say it,” he mutters
“say what?”
“that he doesn’t mean anything”
you raise a brow, “are you 12?”
“say it,” he shoots back immediately
you pretend to think about it, dragging it out just to watch him squirm
“maybe i like when other rappers flirt with me,” you tease, “keeps things interesting,”
his grip tightens instinctively, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to warn
“don’t,”
and that’s when you lean up, still smiling as you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips before coming back to your eyes
and you kiss him, just to shut him up
and just to prove a point
but the second your lips touch his, he melts, completely
all that tension drains out of his shoulders like someone cut a magical string
his hands slide properly around your waist now, pulling you closer like he’s been starved for it, which he is actually
and he kisses you back. deeper, and slower, like he’s claiming something without saying the word
when you pull back slightly, he chases your lips once before realizing what he’s doing
you grin, “see? very easy to handle,”
he rests his forehead against yours, breathing steadier now
“you’re evil,”
“and you’re jealous,”
“only because i know what i have”
you hum softly, “and what’s that?”
his thumb brushes over your hip absentmindedly, his eyes still down at your lips
“the best rapper in this building,” he says, then, after a beat, a little softer, “and my girl,”
you poke his chest, “your girl, huh?”
“yeah,” he replies, eyes narrowing playfully, “and next time someone uses you to get to me, i’m doubling the damage,”
you laugh, leaning in to kiss him again, your lips catching his in a slower kiss this time
he sighs into it, completely undone, his jealousy replaced by that familiar warmth,
no matter how fed up or angry he is, he can’t even stand a chance of holding himself back when it comes to you
outside of the room, somewhere down the hallway, the staff are probably looking for you
but here, inside, ryul’s hands rest steady on your waist, his heartbeat finally calm, and he has no care in the world about what is happening outside the door
“you know,” he murmurs against your lips, “i still won that round,”
you roll your eyes, “i think your jealousy is making you delusional,”
“admit it,”
“never,”
he grins, his gaze scanning your face like he has to remind himself what you look like, upclose and private for him
and tbh in this very moment, he doesn’t really care who won and who lost
because at the end of the day, it’s him who gets to take you home,
and in his world, that’s the biggest trophy he could ever have. no battles, no wacky wannabe rappers, no cameras or stages
bf!ryul who acts as your personal bodyguard whenever you guys step into clubs or any remotely crowded spaces, always holding your hand and guiding you through the crowd.
bf!ryul who carries your purse and looks out for your drinks when you go to the bathroom.
bf!ryul who vehemently avoids those who try to approach him by proudly showing off his love for his amazing girlfriend.
bf!ryul who orders your favourite bar snacks and appetisers, even going as far as ordering based on your moods and what you would prefer that day.
bf!ryul who purposely wears a hoodie or jacket that matches your outfit so that when you're cold, you still look good wearing his clothes.
bf!ryul who piggybacks you to the car, cooing and teasing softly on the way.
bf!ryul who holds your hand the entire ride, rubbing his thumb up and down the back of your hand before raising it up to his lips to give you a soft peck.
bf!ryul who wipes your makeup off for you whilst you're sleeping after the long night out, gently using makeup wipes to erase any residue on your face.
bf!ryul who brushes your teeth for you while you sit drowsily on top of the toilet cover, where you are dozing in and out and he places a hand under your chin to stabilise your head.
bf!ryul who changes your clothes into your pyjamas before tucking you into bed.
bf!ryul who spoons you the whole night, not forgetting to give you a soft kiss on your hair before closing his eyes.
He got a thing pinning you/cornering you. especially if you're smaller than him he loves it when you look up at him with those big eyes.
Really loves to dry humping you making your clothes dirty with his cum, cause eventually he'll take it off later on lol.
What turns him on? whispering closely to his ear feeling your breath againt it, he wont show any reaction if you did that only..his hard bulgen from his pants does.
Im sure he doesn't know how to touch you at first since you're the second woman he talked to (after his mom), He was very gentle to you questioning you if does it feel good.
He's the typa person leaves visible marks on your neck down to your collarbone, red marks on your hips along with your neck and biting your thighs leaving bite marks that makes your clit drenche and he will bury his face into your clit, not wasting a single drop.
He's a patient man, he doesn't do it on public, he'll just find a excuse you two finding a spot that's private or like can cover you two. the sounds? he covers your mouth while filled you with his cum.
He doesn't always bring condom with him, its based on his mood if he wants to do it with protection or raw. if you're not in birth control pills he'll wear a condom, he's easy to talk to.
started this as a normal headcanon and then… yeah:>
It'll be a bit specific, but could you write something like how ryul turned on just watching his gf eating ice cream or little things she does?
Tysm for the love❤️ hope you liked this… got a little carried away writing💀
Ryul Drabbles (The little things he loves abt you)
Pairing: gf!reader x whipped!Ryul
Themes; lil’Fluff, Very Suggestive
➪ Definitely gets distracted while watching you lick at the Ice Cream, especially the small kitten–licks you do on it, cock straining in his Calvin Klein boxers while you were both sat on the park bench—innocently staring around at the scenery while Ryul was busy gazing straight at your cold dripping lips—licking his own in a daze before leaning forward subconsciously, eyes widening, caught off guard when his thumb met your lips—dragging along the plumpness slowly—pulling his thumb away only to wrap his lips around it, sucking the sweet cream, eyes sharp, hotly looking back at you. “What? You’re making a mess”. His cock twitched in his bunched jeans when you closed the space to kiss him—not caring there were people in the park, he guided your hand discreetly to his growing bulge—making you palm it. “We should go, I have other ideas of what we can do with this ice cream baby”
—•—
➪ Gosh… when you put your fucking feet over his lap while he games. Fuck the game, his mind is zeroed in on what would happen if you grazed ‘that’ spot over his shorts accidentally, would you notice, would you press down on it, would you let your feet wrap around his cock and jerk him off right there on his gaming chair, pretty toes teasing the bulbous head—breathily replying back to his dongsaengs as he tried his best not to moan over the mic. Naturally, he got hard at the idea, your feet still on his lap while you scrolled at reels. He’d have to get up and excuse himself, limping toward the bathroom, he’d bust one out over the sink—moaning your name silently. After washing his hands—walking back causally, he’d drop down on his chair—sinking in it suspiciously guilty. Peeling your eyes from your phone “you good babe?”— you draped your legs back over his lap comfortably, he nodded “mhm, all good” his fingers clasped around your ankles, toying with the soft tendon of your Achilles heel. He’d go back to typing over his set-up, too shy to ask your own thoughts about the idea
—•—
➪ Loves how you can’t part ways with the muscles of his biceps. You’re literally his pre–workout shake, his energy drink, his only motivation to go out with Ohyul four days a week to lift iron. In bed after showering, you two would cozy up together, cuddling impossibly close. He was waiting for you to squeeze at the skin of his arm—smiling knowingly when you finally did. “Come on, bite on it already like you always do” he’d chuckle when your teeth clamped, enamel soothed by his plush muscles “Like it? Worked out extra today for this” his free hand tangled in your hair, caressing as he watched you suck, bite, circling your tongue over the firm skin. “Harder—I can take it” a sly grin painted your face—nodding before sinking them in more, pressing your thighs together when you heard him sigh deeply from the pain–such a subtle reaction but still so much for someone like Ryul. You’d love his whining when you went overboard—sucking dark purple splotches torturously on the tan skin. “What? Not my fault you support my addiction”–you retaliated, knowing deep down this was only the beginning, turning him on to get him prepped for what you really wanted, which was already straining in his boxers, damp with need as he watched your glossy lips glide along his biceps “Turn over, I can’t do this anymore”
—•—
➪ Lastly because I can literally write hundreds of paragraphs abt this man. Expanding on my first drabble post…him fucking kneeling behind you while you’re distracted washing dishes, nearly breaking one when his sharp canines dig into the soft fat of your mounds—biting above your tiny shorts, pressing your waist closer over the sink. “What’re you doing?”—you complained, staring down at him. “Eating my favorite thing”, he croaked seriously, no underlying tone in his voice, staring up at you, whites of his eyes exposed dangerously, only managing to smile shyly back down at him. His fingers raised the edge of your shorts—revealing more of your ass for him to devour, free hand moving to the small of your back to bend you over, easier access. His face pressed between the lumps, taking in the fabric smell of your underwear before biting at the skin like some vampire—making half circles over your skin, pressing wet kisses “Leave that alone—you’re not washing anymore dishes”. Eventually he’d just part them to the side, letting his nose bridge dig between you, tongue trudging lower to lick up between the line he’d been craving to eat out—now bent over the sink, him kneeled, eating you out from the back, nose digging at the sensitive dip of your ass every time his jaw moved, your liquids coating his face as his tongue circled the rim—eating gratefully, he let a ball of spit glide between the crack. Not a single complaint or pause, just him being a good eater
ughhhhfgffhhsnmmm i got a massive boner in my pants from this. it’s a late night at his dorm, the other members are most definitely awake, but that doesn’t stop him from begging to fuck you. he’s not even entirely sure the door is locked, he doesn’t even care. all he knows is he has the most beautiful person next to him and a raging boner in his pants. it also doesn’t matter that he has early schedules in a few hours. he’d make weak promises, how he just needs to feel some relief before his busy day. and you’ll always indulge him even though you know he won’t be able to handle just the tip.
he’d pull down his pants just enough so his cock is out, and he’d match yours so only your ass is out. he wouldn’t even bother with pulling down your panties. and he’s most certainly not concerned with putting on a condom. he’d pull your panties to the side and let the tip of his cock push in. it’d feel so, so good. he’d thank you, his words a bit slurred through his sleepiness. ryul would hug you, pulling your back against his chest as he lets his face rest into the crook of your neck. but at some point it’s not enough, and he’d slowly push more of himself inside. he’d mutter excuses to you as you tease him. he just can’t go a single day without being inside you.
word count: 690 | warnings/summary: SMUT sex, oral, p in v, reader 2 timing ryul and ohyul so they confront reader. i did notttt do a grammar/proof read check.. to lazy
when you first started two timing ryul and ohyul, you knew there was going to be a chance they would find out about you playing both. they were literally best friends for gods sake!
you were more than surprised when months have passes and both of them havent told each other about you, since boys seemed to like to gossip about who theyre talking to.
it becomes hard to have ohyul and ryul wanting to see you in the same day. one wants to take you to the movie theater and the next hour the other wants to watch the same movie you just watched at the same movie theater! the workers at the counter give you a side eye seeing as you were just here with someone else.
those days when you go out with both of them and the other two to go eat at a restaurant, your heart just wont stop beating fast. "fuck, two of the people im two timing are besides me"
ohyul would sit besides you while ryul would be sitting in front of you. ohyul would rub your thigh up and down under the table, as he acts like nothings going on. ryul would stare at you, holding eye contact with him felt too intimate, you can just tell they both wanted to see you alone after this.
you have the power to stop this from escalating, but... having two dicks feel so good.
you should've known that that day would come sooner.
"im thinking of asking her of becoming my girlfriend for real now." ryul confessed to ohyul one day. "i been seeing her for months, its time" ohyul grins, "you have to tell me her name now." ohyul smiles seeing his best friend act so shy.
"its __..." ryul confesses, relief to finally let someone know about your little relationship. when ohyul hears your name come off his lips, his smile starts to falter. "what..?"
ohyuls reaction makes ryul freeze and ask, "is something wrong?" ohyul doesnt want to break it to his best friend that you've been playing both, but he has to. "i think... she's been playing us both." after they both discuss what youve been doing to them both, they hd no choice but to confront at your own home.
"you think its fucking cute to be playing us both, huh?" ohyul groans snapping his hips making you let out another squeak. "was this your plan all along? taking two dicks at the same time?" ohyul just couldnt stop, his dick keeps on hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
hes just so mad and heart broken by your betrayal, he cant stop fucking himself in your pussy. that same pussy he thought he was the only one fucking.
“im-imsorrry” you try to speak but it all sounds gibberish, theres drool all over your lips, from having ryuls cock in your mouth. “fuck, thats it.” ryun groans, head falling back as his other hand gently brushed your hair with his fingers.
theres no way he could be mad at you, yes, hes heart broken that you been toying with him and his best friend. but everytime he looks down at you, with your lips wrapped around his cock- eyes watery and lips swollen. he falls in love all over again.
"ru" you whined, pouting your lips at him with glassy eyes, a sort of way of asking for forgiveness. "our baby just wanted us both, is that right." he makes you take him again, a small smile on his lips as your tongue licks his tip again.
"this slutty pussy belongs to us both now." ohyul groans, his cock still pounding into you, balls slapping your clit that just makes you arch your back into him more. you couldn’t help but get even more wetter and squeeze around him tighter knowing you were getting fucked so good from behind and front.
ohyul scoffed, “ryul, she fucking loves this. our girl loves getting fucked by us.” he grins. ryul just hums to himself as he watches you struggle to take his dick in your mouth and getting your pussy pounded.
genre : fluff, romance, friends to lovers, ryul × reader
summary : oh why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you. why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well. just say goodnight n' go
inspired by : ariana grande's song goodnight n go !
warning(s) : none :D
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the problem with ryul is that he made everything feel like flirting.
maybe it was the way he leaned too close when he looked at your phone, his shoulders pressed against yours like it belonged there, how he'd grin after saying something ridiculously stupid just to hear you laugh, and how he somehow always found excuses to touch you like flicking your forehead, fixing your hair, tugging your sleeve when you walked too far ahead.
it's getting exhausting (for your heart) and unfair. because every time he does those kinds of things, you get flustered, but kim ryul acts like this towards everyone, doesn't he?
"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
a lop-sided grin spreading across his face. he didn't look away. he just leaned back against his chair, scanning your eyes with an annoyingly amount of mischief.
"is it working?" he asked.
"is what working?"
"the staring." he stood up and stepped closer to your direction.
your breath hitched slightly as he stopped right in front of you, too close, as usual.
"you look nervous," he murmured.
"i'm not."
"you are."
"no, i'm not." LIES, you are nervous.
he hummed, tilting his head a little like he was studying you.
"your ears are red."
"...shut up."
he laughed softly, satisfied, like he just proved a point.
and there it was again.
that stupid feeling in your chest.
· · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · ·
you were both sitting on your bed now, backs pressed against the wall, legs stretched out in front of you, a random movie playing in the background that neither of you were actually paying attention to. it had been on for what, like an hour? maybe more? and somehow, you still had no idea what it was about because the two of you kept getting distracted, talking over it, pausing it, then forgetting to press play again.
and at some point, the conversation had completely derailed into nonsense.
like actual nonsense.
something about whether cereal counts as soup. (it doesn’t.)
"you’re wrong," ryul said, nudging your shoulder.
"i’m literally right. i'm always right."
"nope. liquid base. solid contents. that’s soup."
"then by your logic, boba is soup."
he turned his head so fast it almost made you laugh.
"...don’t start."
"i’m just applying your logic."
"you’re twisting it."
"no, you just hate being wrong."
he scoffed, but there was already a smile creeping onto his face, like he knew exactly where this was going and didn’t mind it one bit.
and you noticed it again.
how easy this was.
like talking to him didn’t require effort, like laughing with him came naturally, like the space between you always somehow disappeared without either of you noticing.
and maybe that’s why it felt dangerous, because it didn’t feel like something you could control.
"what?" you muttered.
"...nothing."
he didn’t look away.
you swallowed.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"it’s late."
"so?"
"so… go home."
he blinked once.
then leaned his head back against the wall, sighing dramatically.
"wow."
"what?"
"you’re kicking me out now?"
"i’m not kicking you out, i’m telling you to go home like a normal person."
"i am a normal person."
"no, normal people don’t stay until 2 a.m. just to argue about cereal."
"...it’s important."
you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t miss the smirk that’s still on his lips.
or how he didn’t move. at all.
"ryul."
"yeah?"
"...just say goodnight and go."
he turned his head slightly, looking at you again.
"what if i don’t want to?"
your heart did something stupid. like completely forgetting how to function.
"then that’s your problem," you said, a little too quickly.
he smiled faintly.
"you’re mean."
"you’re annoying."
"and yet you let me stay."
"...barely..."
he let out a soft chuckle, then shifted closer. his shoulder pressing against yours again.
"you know," he started, voice quieter now, "you could just say you like having me here."
you froze.
"...i don’t."
"liar."
"shut up."
he laughed under his breath.
and then, he stood up.
finally.
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
"see? was that so hard?" you muttered.
he stretched his arms above his head, then grabbed his jacket.
"yeah, yeah."
you walked him to the door, trying to ignore the weird feeling creeping up in your chest. like something was about to happen.
he opened the door, but didn’t step out. instead, he turned back to you.
"goodnight," he said.
"goodnight."
he didn’t move.
you frowned slightly. "ryul—"
"hey."
"...what?"
he hesitated. just for a second. which was rare.
then—
you stepped forward.
and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
your heart immediately started racing like you just did something illegal.
"...there," you muttered, avoiding his eyes. "goodnight."
silence.
you dared to look up.
ryul hadn’t moved.
completely frozen, hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide in a way you’ve never seen before.
"...you just—"
"don’t make it a big deal," you cut him off quickly, already embarrassed.
he blinked. once. twice.
then a slow grin started forming on his face.
"wow."
"shut up."
"you kissed me."
"it was on the cheek."
"still counts."
you groaned, trying to push him out the door. "just go home."
but he didn’t budge.
instead, he leaned down slightly.
and before you could react, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. mirroring you.
"...now it’s even," he murmured.
your brain short-circuited.
"ryul—"
"goodnight," he said again, this time softer, a little smile still on his lips.
and then, he finally left.
leaving you standing there, frozen in place. your cheek still warm. heart beating way too fast.
because now, everything definitely changed. and honestly? you’re not sure if you want it to go back to how it was before.
(but also… you’re kinda screwed.)
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i’m backkkkk!! thank you guys so much for all the love on my jeno drabble that i posted exactly a month ago 🥹 i seriously didn’t expect it to get that many likes, it made me so happy hehe.
i’ve been so obsessed with lngshot latelyyyy, especially ryul & ohyul, so i decided to write a little something!
Toying with the strings of his sweatshirt in the dark room, only the light from the TV reflecting back over his dazed features, bouncing onto the shadowy walls
both of you caught between dozing off and seeing the movie you’d agreed upon
“Can I little spoon you”
Ryul breathed into the crook of your neck—hand rested on your hip, his own nudging you lazily,
wanting you to turn onto your side over his black sheets
“I’m about ready to fall asleep—c’mon
He complained, eyes looking up from your chest, pouting faintly
“Hmm—I’m tired too, just don’t put too much weight on me I’ll get hot”
“I’ll try not to babe”
Sounds from the screen muffled when you pressed your cheek to the cold pillow, bed creaking softly as you turned over—hip bone pressing into the spongy mattress, your line of sight now his white closet door
Ryul brought his lips to your forehead—chaste peck placed by thin lips, grinning comfortably
wrapping a solid arm he weaved around your waist, bringing you closer to meet his tight chest—legs intertwined between yours
He sighed deeply,
“Perfect—sleep now princess”
Retaliating, “Don’t tell me what to d—,
both your eyes shifted to the large pixels when breathy moans came from the speakers, realizing the volume was way too loud
The actress busy undressing on the screen alongside the male lead actor—, going at each others face with kisses,
Your eyes automatically shot wide, the calm nerves firing up in embarrassment and something…unfamiliar
Ryul was busy breathing warmly into your ear, watching the scene, caught off–guard himself—his hand shifting behind him, blindly trying to search for the remote, eyes un–peeling from your expressions
His tan cheeks flared up—noticing just how close you were to him before feeling the remote hit his clammy palms,
thumb shakily moving over the power button,
screen shifting to a pitiless black when he clicked, room now pitch dark
“Are you an idiot, why’d you turn it off”
“What?” He snapped, “what do you mean why? They were about to fuck, we’re tired anyways let’s go to sleep”
Rolling your eyes in the pitch black, you shifted back more—uncomfortable in the sudden darkness unable to see him
“But babe you know I like sleeping with sounds in the background”
He sighed deeper into your ear, scoffing
“Just tell me you’re not tired—say it”
“Wha—no I am tired, I just nee—
Ryuls lips pressed to the soft flesh of your earlobe, mouth parting
“I said say it, because now we really can’t sleep”
His hips molded behind yours closer—thighs pining your body to his till you noticed…
it hit your leg, sharp, heavy
“Ryul what’s that”
He growled low when you shifted—testing, your ass trying to make out shape of the rough object digging below the sheets
“Why’re you acting dumb, just because we’re virgins doesn’t mean we didn’t take anatomy”
giggling, your boyfriends hand moved to your front—tugging below the hem of your shirt to palm at your bare stomach
“So it really is your dick hm, pervert—
“..Pervert! Really! You’re the one that keeps bumping your ass into my boner, watch ou—
He hissed, biting his lip to muffle a guttural moan when you grinded harder behind you—feeling his cock twitch in his shorts—pressed suffocatingly flat between his thigh and your mounds
his hand massaged at the soft lump of your lower stomach, anchoring you perfectly to him to thrust in relief
His vulnerable whimpers hitting your ear wetly
“This slow enough for you?”
Nodding, his movements riled up—breathy moans charging up into growls, lips trudging over yours in lazy–wet pecks,
mouths hung agape in pleasure
“I’m really wet Ryul, like a lot”
He tongued at your inner cheek, groaning
“Mm’ yea? Why’s that hm”
His hips snapped futile thrust over your clothed ass, moving his hand down to trace the outline of your panties, middle finger dipping between the clothed slit, circling the cold dampness against your folds
“Because I made you this hard, it’s so hot—haa’h keep touching me there”
Grinds quickly matched pace—slow, sometimes rapid, then pausing from the intense stimulation you gave each other
Eventually, Ryul couldn’t take it anymore
He was either cumming in his shorts, or cumming in general—the present was too lewd for him to hold back
… how helpless you felt, not handling it anymore yourself, clit twitching in animalistic, anticipation building, needing to land before imploding deep within you
“Need more of me right, bet you do”,
teeth let go of your neck, new splotches joining the dozen others he’d finish marking
“Obviously, I know you do too babe”
“Mhm,” he peck your lips “want me to handle it? I’ll go slow, unless you got other ideas?”
Turning around to face him, you leaned closer—palm touching the foreign spot of his bulge over the wet shorts clinging to his cock,
his gasp joined the sound of the buzzing AC in the peaceful background—
“Let’s do it like this—facing each other. Is that better?”
“Mmm—but if you keep touching me like that I’ll bust all over your hand”
You raised a brow, not looking away from him, “yeah? Then take it out yourself I won’t touch”
Before you reached away, his hand quickly caught your wrist—holding it in place, eyes narrowed over your shadowy features
“No, leave it there. Take it out yourself and put my cock where you want it”
“Hah—so you’re wanting me to do all the work?”
He sat up, arrogantly grinning
“No princess, I just want you to be sure of what you’re getting yourself into, yea?
“Stop speaking to me like I’m a child and come here, why’d you get u—
Ryuls arms pinned to the sides of your head—holding up his weight as he shifted over you, lowering his bottom half
“I’m right here—take it out, I’ll do the rest”
Hurriedly, your fingers pulled down his shorts—eyes blind to the grey boxers he was sporting,
dick straining the fabric seductively, if you would’ve been able to see it clearly, your mouth would’ve wrapped around it in seconds
…but you settled for feeling it, taking it out
heavy, pre–cum cool around sticky flesh, thick lines pressed to the patterns of your digits,
his hips jutted, cock gliding instinctively in your hand—as if it were a flesh-light
“You fine babe?” jerking him off slowly—your thumb caressed the leaking mushroom tip’s slit experimentally, earning a low growl from Ryul, “I’m putting it where I want it now—” you added
“Hurry up, stop doing that I’m about to cum”, he panted, muscles tensing to hold back snapping into your hand, stilling his hips obediently
Patiently waiting, he heard you slide off your panties, pressing his tip to meet over your wet folds,
instant pleasure coursed though him—spilling out in a choked moan,
hands meeting your waist to pin you down,
“Shit—let me handle the rest”
he pumped his cock once
slowly, he entered you, sighing deeply, hips jutting out of pace awkwardly
a complete beginner at the feeling of your plush walls electrifying his very being, sucking him in dangerously, he already knew he’d become addicted to this newfound sensation forever,
unlocking a level of vulnerability in the relationship,
him craving more already despite his thick head lodged into you
He tapped your thigh, waiting for approval “can I move more baby”
Annoyed, your hips met his in a hard thrust up—knocking the wind out of yourself at your daring actions
Ryul landed over you at the feeling of you voluntarily bottoming him out, voice cracking in defeat against your hair
“Fuck was that about you bra—,
His muscles relaxed as you moved against him—rolling your hips around the pain, loving the feeling of his cock ripping freshly into you
“Wow—nnghh’, feels new Ryul”
Your boyfriend laughed into the crook of your neck, half in disbelief, half breathless from your tightness
“You’re bold today ..what’s gotten into you hm?”, his fingers trudged back at your lower stomach—palming the trace of his cock fucking in you—making you wince
“You’re literally in me—mmh’ so I guess you”
Your hand shifted his fingers lower—wanting him to give your puffy clit attention
he scoffed, sharp corners raising—grinning in amusement, he rolled the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers—tugging experimentally
You gasped, arching into his chest, gripping at his silky hair
It felt different from when you touched yourself..
Ryul lowered his face to gnaw at your peaks—tongue circling the sharp buds in fleeting relief, suckling hard at your taut nipples
His teeth grazed back up—tracing your neck-line before kissing you—making out the way those two actors were in the movie, yet more tender, much more heated when his teeth clamped your lower lip—pulling it to suck the raw skin into his mouth
“Mm—“, his hand moved faster over your clit,
“cum for me baby”,
he went back to kissing you, growling into your mouth when you pushed his hips lower, wrapping your legs tightly around his lean waists, gesturing him to pound into you faster,
not feeling excruciating pain any longer—just mind numbing ecstasy from the way your virgin boyfriend hit your walls skillfully, amazing your untouched body to its very core—wondering how he mastered you in one try,
the way he played with your clit deliciously, knowing when to tug at it, rub it, let his pubic bone slap against it
the way he made out with your breasts—tongue circling the bud intoxicatingly, the sensation something you drowned in—feeling high above the clouds
…finally, you both released around each other, leaning down to peck your wet eyes
Soft pants enveloping the dark room once filled with sleepiness,
now filled with a reached stepping stone as sighs mixed in the air…
afterwards, he slid out of you—landing back beside you, pulling you closer to his chest, in need of your dewy skin pressed to his
His hand moved to caress your hair—nose nudged deep in the crook of your neck
whispering,
“I’ll carry you around anywhere if you wake up sore…run you a bath..bring you food in bed..,
He’d fall asleep cooing praises of how he’d take care of you afterwards, fingers tangled in your messy locks, breaths eventually blue-toothed in rhythm, both dozed off
