Imagine youâre sitting on his lap while heâs trying to play a game, your arms wrapped around his neck as you try to distract him. but because you're leaning in so close, your heavy, braless chest is resting right against his pecs, shifting and pressing flat against his solid chest with your every breath, driving him absolutely insane. he tries to ignore it for two seconds, his knuckles turn white on the controller, but the friction is too much.
he finally snaps, throws his controller down on the floor with a loud thud, and grabs your waist with bruising force.
"fuck it, i can't do this anymore" Ryul growls, his voice deep and completely wrecked. before you can even giggle, he hitches you up just enough to grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it completely over your head and tossing it somewhere in the dark room.
he freezes for a second, his eyes going pitch black as he looks at your massive tits bouncing slightly from the movement, spilling over your lap. a ragged, breathless "fuck" slips past his lips.
"look at you," he mutters, his big hands instantly cupping the undersides of your breasts, lifting their heavy weight. "you knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you? teasing your man like a little slut while i'm trying to focus."
"i just wanted your attention :( " you whisper, your face already flushing hot under his dark stare.
"well, you fucking got it."
instead of keeping you on his lap, Ryul suddenly hooks his large hands under your arms and lifts you up entirely. he guides you down off his thighs, steering you right between his legs toward the floor. as he pushes you down under the desk, his huge palm instantly cups the back of your head, his thick fingers cushioning your skull so you don't accidentally crack your head against the sharp wooden edge of the table. he keeps his hand firmly protecting you until you're completely dropped to your knees in the dark space beneath the desk, looking up at him.
"stay right down there" he commands, his voice vibrating in the small space as he leans back in his gaming chair.
he reaches down, unzipping his jeans with an impatient snap, and pulls his thick, rock-hard cock out. itâs already leaking pre-cum, glistening in the dim light of the computer monitor. he grips the back of your neck again, his thumb pressing into your jawline, forcing you to lean forward and look right at it.
"now lean forward, princess. squeeze them together around it" he orders, his breath hot as he leans down slightly.
you know exactly what he wants. you lean in, gathering your large breasts together with both hands, burying his thick shaft completely in the soft, tight valley of your cleavage. the second his tip pops out the top of your tits, ryul lets out the filthiest, most guttural groan youâve ever heard.
"fuck, yes... right there. stay just like that," he pants.
he starts titty fucking you, slamming his hips forward in a violent, heavy rhythm. his cock slides fast and incredibly wet between your soft tits, the friction creating a slapping, squelching sound that fills the quiet space under the desk as your skin heats up. Ryul is staring straight down at you the whole time, his eyes wide and feral, watching your face distort and your lips part with every rough thrust.
"you like that, huh?" he growls, his voice dropping as he stares at you on your knees. "fuck, you're so soft... it feels so fucking good, yn. your big tits are choking my dick so tight."
"Ryul... it's too hot," you whimper, your hands gripping his thighs for balance as he pounds himself between your breasts, the friction making your nipples ache and harden against his skin. "you're going too fast..."
"i don't care" he gasps out, completely breathless, his thumbs digging hard into your skin as he snaps his waist forward even harder, burying every single centimeter of his leaking dick into your heavy chest. "you wanted my attention baby girl, so now you're gonna sit here and take every fucking inch of it."
he's panting like an animal now, his pace becoming completely feral as he nears the edge. his thrusts get shallower but twice as hard, his hips violently jackhammering into your cleavage. you can feel his shaft pulsing aggressively against your skin, getting even thicker as his breath hitches.
"fuck, yn, i'm gonnaâi'm gonna paint these fat tits of yours," he chokes out, his voice dropping into a desperate, guttural whisper. "keep squeezing them, princess... squeeze them tight for your baby boy."
with one final, violent surge of his hips, Ryul cocks his head back, his entire body going rigid in the chair. a deep, trembling groan tears out of his throat as his cock erupts. he unleashes a massive, hot torrent of cum right between your breasts. heavy, thick ropes of white coat the tight valley of your cleavage, splattering up against your skin and dripping down the heavy curves of your breasts in warm, messy streaks.
he pants heavily, his chest heaving as his cock twitches out a few last drops against your skin. but he doesn't let you pull away. while still completely breathless, his eyes track the path of his cum dripping down toward your dark, swollen nipples.
"fuck, look at the mess we made" he murmurs, his tone dropping into something deeply needy.
without warning, he leans down under the table, bringing his face right back into your chest. his hot tongue licks a slow, messy stripe through the warm cum on your skin, tasting himself mixed with your sweat. you gasp, but before you can even react, Ryul locks his mouth directly onto one of your large nipples. he latches on hard, pulling the entire sensitive bud deep into his mouth and sucking it with a desperate, heavy hunger, his tongue swirling aggressively around the base while his hands squeeze your heavy breasts to force even more of your soft flesh into his mouth.
"Ryulâah! stop, it's too sensitive," you whimper, arching your back under the desk as a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots straight down to your core.
he just lets out a muffled growl against your skin, refusing to let go, his lips locked tight around your nipple as he continues to suck you dry, completely marking his territory on your heavy chest
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đč.á message: saw some1 point out that he had a vape and immediately got flashbacks 2 this one situationship I had senior Yr HNGGGGHHH lord (@_@;) Nyways, may or may not have based this off of experience lol MANN ts got me missing dick like a mfđđđđđđđ
Smoker Ryul! that teaches you to smoke just for the sole purpose of doing shotgun kisses with you. Having you on his lap, his hands on your hips, trailing down to cup at your ass as it slowly turns into a makeout session. His tongue laving yours, leaving a bitter taste that's just as addictive as he is.
"You just gotta get used to it, pretty." Ryul smiles, watching you try to get used to itâthe vape pen he bought you since you whined about smelling like smoke.
Irritated as he smiles at you, you blow a puff to his face. "Shut up. You're the one being a bad influence."
Ryul swats the smoke away, scattering the scent of strawberry kiwi. "Yeah? But you're still with me though." He teases, lightly pinching at your nose.
Your lower lip tugs upwards, reluctant but eventually admitting silent defeat. You bring it to your lipsâbreathing it in. Kissing him afterwards. He smiles into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your head to keep you in place.
He found it cute, the way you huffed with every breath you took, trying to keep up with him. Without warning, he shifts you further into his lapâtaking advantage of how desperate you clung onto him. His hands roam over your clothed body, eager to taint his fingerprints into your skin.
His hand finds your tit, squeezing it through your bra. Making you moan, jolting into his warmth out of instinct. As if to punish you for it, he squeezes harder then slaps at the mound. Relishing in the slight discomfort he caused youâthighs trying to close in, your face wincingâbut you don't seem to pull away either.
"You like that, huh?" He asked, grabbing your hair by the base to pull you away from the kiss. A long filthy string of saliva connecting your lips together. That sickeningly handsome smirk on his face, the one he knew you'd be on your knees for. You whine, arching your back in an attempt to ease the sweet pain, feeling that familiar pool in your gut.
"Open your legs... Wanna see you all wet for me, pretty."
a / n : freak!ryul lowkey just dirty!ryul pissed off - also at first i didnt intend for freak and dirty to be two dif things but now they are (àč'á”'àč)âž*.
freak!ryul whos still afraid choke you even in his irritated state so he instead roughly grabs the back of your neck and basically shoves his tongue down your throat.
freak!ryul who maliciously messes with your thermostat to make your house as cold as possible and wont let you get under the covers so that your shivering while he does you ( and ensures hes in a position far from your body so he doesnt warm you ) â or he makes it hot as hell and traps you in blankets so you get all sweaty ( he licks you during and or after ).
freak!ryul who uses you pissing him off as motivation to go to the gym and work out hard â solely to get nice and sweaty so he can come home and put himself all over you.
freak!ryul who purposely slams so deep it hurts while holding a internal smile because you hurt his feelings.
freak!ryul who makes sure hes doing you so gruesomely good that your paralyzed in any position.
freak!ryul who overstimulates you as fast as possible working on every place he that stimulates pleasure at once.
freak!ryul who scoffs at every single one of your attempts to run from him.
freak!ryul who grabs your face with his free hand and forces you to look him directly in the eyes while he scolds you for whatever irritated him.
freak!ryul who strong arms you into letting him see your face in any position.
freak!ryul who licks you from your head to your toes whether youve showered or not ( when you say you havent he shrugs with a annoyed look on his face ).
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 youâd agreed upon
âCan I little spoon youâ
Ryul breathed into the crook of your neckâhand rested on your hip, his own nudging you lazily,
wanting you to turn onto your side over his black sheets
âIâm about ready to fall asleepâcâmon
He complained, eyes looking up from your chest, pouting faintly
âHmmâIâm tired too, just donât put too much weight on me Iâll get hotâ
âIâll try not to babeâ
Sounds from the screen muffled when you pressed your cheek to the cold pillow, bed creaking softly as you turned overâhip bone pressing into the spongy mattress, your line of sight now his white closet door
Ryul brought his lips to your foreheadâchaste peck placed by thin lips, grinning comfortably
wrapping a solid arm he weaved around your waist, bringing you closer to meet his tight chestâlegs intertwined between yours
He sighed deeply,
âPerfectâsleep now princessâ
Retaliating, âDonât tell me what to dâ,
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 actorâ, going at each others face with kisses,
Your eyes automatically shot wide, the calm nerves firing up in embarrassment and somethingâŠunfamiliar
Ryul was busy breathing warmly into your ear, watching the scene, caught offâguard himselfâhis hand shifting behind him, blindly trying to search for the remote, eyes unâpeeling from your expressions
His tan cheeks flared upânoticing 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
âAre you an idiot, whyâd you turn it offâ
âWhat?â He snapped, âwhat do you mean why? They were about to fuck, weâre tired anyways letâs go to sleepâ
Rolling your eyes in the pitch black, you shifted back moreâuncomfortable in the sudden darkness unable to see him
âBut babe you know I like sleeping with sounds in the backgroundâ
He sighed deeper into your ear, scoffing
âJust tell me youâre not tiredâsay itâ
âWhaâno I am tired, I just neeâ
Ryuls lips pressed to the soft flesh of your earlobe, mouth parting
âI said say it, because now we really canât sleepâ
His hips molded behind yours closerâthighs pining your body to his till you noticedâŠ
it hit your leg, sharp, heavy
âRyul whatâs thatâ
He growled low when you shiftedâtesting, your ass trying to make out shape of the rough object digging below the sheets
âWhyâre you acting dumb, just because weâre virgins doesnât mean we didnât take anatomyâ
giggling, your boyfriends hand moved to your frontâtugging below the hem of your shirt to palm at your bare stomach
âSo it really is your dick hm, pervertâ
â..Pervert! Really! Youâre the one that keeps bumping your ass into my boner, watch ouâ
He hissed, biting his lip to muffle a guttural moan when you grinded harder behind youâfeeling his cock twitch in his shortsâpressed 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
âThis slow enough for you?â
Nodding, his movements riled upâbreathy moans charging up into growls, lips trudging over yours in lazyâwet pecks,
mouths hung agape in pleasure
âIâm really wet Ryul, like a lotâ
He tongued at your inner cheek, groaning
âMmâ yea? Whyâs that hmâ
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
âBecause I made you this hard, itâs so hotâhaaâh keep touching me thereâ
Grinds quickly matched paceâslow, sometimes rapid, then pausing from the intense stimulation you gave each other
Eventually, Ryul couldnât take it anymore
He was either cumming in his shorts, or cumming in generalâthe 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
âNeed more of me right, bet you doâ,
teeth let go of your neck, new splotches joining the dozen others heâd finish marking
âObviously, I know you do too babeâ
âMhm,â he peck your lips âwant me to handle it? Iâll go slow, unless you got other ideas?â
Turning around to face him, you leaned closerâpalm 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 backgroundâ
âLetâs do it like thisâfacing each other. Is that better?â
âMmmâbut if you keep touching me like that Iâll bust all over your handâ
You raised a brow, not looking away from him, âyeah? Then take it out yourself I wonât touchâ
Before you reached away, his hand quickly caught your wristâholding it in place, eyes narrowed over your shadowy features
âNo, leave it there. Take it out yourself and put my cock where you want itâ
âHahâso youâre wanting me to do all the work?â
He sat up, arrogantly grinning
âNo princess, I just want you to be sure of what youâre getting yourself into, yea?
âStop speaking to me like Iâm a child and come here, whyâd you get uâ
Ryuls arms pinned to the sides of your headâholding up his weight as he shifted over you, lowering his bottom half
âIâm right hereâtake it out, Iâll do the restâ
Hurriedly, your fingers pulled down his shortsâeyes blind to the grey boxers he was sporting,
dick straining the fabric seductively, if you wouldâve been able to see it clearly, your mouth wouldâve wrapped around it in seconds
âŠbut you settled for feeling it, taking it out
heavy, preâcum cool around sticky flesh, thick lines pressed to the patterns of your digits,
his hips jutted, cock gliding instinctively in your handâas if it were a flesh-light
âYou fine babe?â jerking him off slowlyâyour thumb caressed the leaking mushroom tipâs slit experimentally, earning a low growl from Ryul, âIâm putting it where I want it nowââ you added
âHurry up, stop doing that Iâm about to cumâ, 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 himâspilling out in a choked moan,
hands meeting your waist to pin you down,
âShitâlet me handle the restâ
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 heâd 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 âcan I move more babyâ
Annoyed, your hips met his in a hard thrust upâknocking 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
âFuck was that about you braâ,
His muscles relaxed as you moved against himârolling your hips around the pain, loving the feeling of his cock ripping freshly into you
âWoahânnghhâ, feels new Ryulâ
Your boyfriend laughed into the crook of your neck, half in disbelief, half breathless from your tightness
âYouâre bold today ..whatâs gotten into you hm?â, his fingers trudged back at your lower stomachâpalming the trace of his cock fucking in youâmaking you wince
âYouâre literally in meâmmhâ so I guess youâ
Your hand shifted his fingers lowerâwanting him to give your puffy clit attention
he scoffed, sharp corners raisingâgrinning in amusement, he rolled the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingersâtugging 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 peaksâtongue circling the sharp buds in fleeting relief, suckling hard at your taut nipples
His teeth grazed back upâtracing your neck-line before kissing youâmaking out the way those two actors were in the movie, yet more tender, much more heated when his teeth clamped your lower lipâpulling it to suck the raw skin into his mouth
âMmââ, his hand moved faster over your clit,
âcum for me babyâ,
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 longerâjust mind numbing ecstasy from the way your virgin boyfriend hit your walls skillfully, amazing your untouched body to its very coreâwondering 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 breastsâtongue circling the bud intoxicatingly, the sensation something you drowned inâfeeling high above the clouds
âŠfinally, 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 airâŠ
afterwards, he slid out of youâlanding back beside you, pulling you closer to his chest, in need of your dewy skin pressed to his
His hand moved to caress your hairânose nudged deep in the crook of your neck
whispering,
âIâll carry you around anywhere if you wake up soreâŠrun you a bath..bring you food in bed..,
Heâd fall asleep cooing praises of how heâd take care of you afterwards, fingers tangled in your messy locks, breaths eventually blue-toothed in rhythm, both dozed off
warnings: nsfw, sex... cumming inside?? idk i lit made some bs in an hour
when you first met ryul, he had this imitating aura surrounding him. his sharp eyes following your every move, thinking he was hard judging, he wouldn't even speak to you at first.
you thought he hated you for the longest, that was till you actually started talking. thats when you realise hes just a shy guy and a very warm person. he opens his heart to you only after becoming a couple.
who would of thought this tall giant with an imitating look was such a softie, ryul is super clingy- lots of back hugs and kisses on your neck. is literally the perfect boyfriend, ryul would run around the streets naked if you commanded him to. the definition of a boyfriend that'll get on his knees for you.
loves to buy you flowers, some charms to fill your charm bracelet, makeup? he got it in 3 different shades. cute lego sets so you two can build together and eating out (occasionally the two youngest would come along, just to annoy ryul). he just treats you like the princess you are.
well... thats until you two are in bed. ryul is not the soft type when hes deep in you, his hands that used to be so gentle around you were now pressing down on your hips close to leaving bruises.
"fuck, baby" he growls in your ears once he feels you squeeze around him. no real words ever come out of your mouth, just moans and his name being chanted. your knees hurt from trying to ride him, you keep whining to him, to at least move his hips and meet you half way but he just starts teasing you.
you cant even get really mad at him cause once he actually decides to give your knees a break his dick thrusts perfectly inside, leaving you gasping and holding onto him for dear life as he keeps bouncing you up and down.
"pussy so perfect.." he groans, lightly smacking your ass that just makes your pussy even more wet. the sound of smacking every time your pussy touched his skin was like music to him. youre so dickwhipped you didnt notice you were drooling, but so was he, ryul is so pussywhipped hes so close to cumming in you but the feeling of your tight pussy makes it so hard to pull out. he pulls you in closer, giving you a deep kiss on your lips as he comes inside of you.
genre⥠fluff, sfw and nsfw under the cut, mdni
drabble⥠thinking abt how ryul would be as your chaotic bf..
warnings⥠highly suggestive hc for the nfsw but nothing too explicit/graphic,
i think heâd be sm fun to be around. you guys match each other freaks so well
i feel like heâs so mature in a relationship but you guys together would be so goofy and immature lmao
he impersonates you so well. he notices all your little habits and starts mocking you mid sentence js to annoy you
if youâre on your phone too long heâs slowly leaning into your frame until heâs blocking your entire screen and heâs js looking at you now like :] yk that cute potato face he does. :]
steals your seat and pats his lap like that solves it. and he's js beaming up at you like :D cutie
his affection feels natural and never forced
his default affection IS kissing your forehead
plays with your fingers/hands when youâre talking to him and heâs listening so attentively, pinky hooked onto yours
could honestly listen to you ramble for hrs
first to fall asleep on ft with you all the time. he denies it every time as his eyes are slowly closing and his voice goes down an octave ahusksjsks
he cradles you to his chest if you're both napping together.
brings you to the studio w him alone so you can watch him work n gets shy every time you compliment him
you ask him to rap on the spot and he'd get flustered at first bc its so sudden but you're his biggest hype man
kinda glazes you when he asks you to rap back, laughing bc he doesn't expect much but when you make a really easy rhyme he gets so hype heâs jumping around like you just dropped the hardest verse known to man
starts beatboxing just to set you up again
he's also YOUR biggest hype man in everything you do. he's always so proud of you and honestly he would be a great motivational speaker. when he's being dead serious ofc.
steals your phone without you knowing to take the ugliest pics ever n sets them as your wallpaper
low-key pouts when you donât notice he got a haircut
says smth really frisky to you, acting all bold n that but then immediately folds when you say smth back to him
play fights w you. but he always loses on purpose so he can get pinned down by you. all part of his master plan you see.
he respects you a lot and he can be his most vulnerable when heâs w you, letting only you see parts of him that no one else does
heâs the type to remember smth you mentioned once ages ago. weeks later he shows up with your underrated snack you said in a side comment and heâs shrugging like itâs nothing but watching your reaction a little too closely
low effort dates !! late night corner shop runs, walks, sitting in his car to eat n yap,
takes you to the company studio and will try and serenade to you but you can't take each other srsly so you're laughing away as he's tryna freestyle some love song on you
when heâs teasing you too much to the point where he js laughs at how cute you look pissed off and he js opens his arms up and smiles, beckoning you âok iâm sorry, câmereâ JKSNJKADLKDA
soft dom coded
kinky mf
heâs capable of making love to you and fucking you like he doesnât
big on eye contact. he needs to see your reactions. needs to know if heâs doing good.
"yn. please look at me baby. fuck, you're gorgeous underneath me like this"
likes the way you say his name. he likes it when it comes out of your mouth, likes it when itâs the only thing you know how to say when heâs drilling you into your bedsheets.
heâs such a nerd low-key. he gets hard by the smallest things. sitting on his lap. playing with his hair. getting real close to him. wearing tiny shorts. he canât help it. and he gets mortified when you call him out for it.
i said this before but he would so want to try to do some kinda of roleplay w you
likes when you leave marks on him. your nails clawing down his back and after heâs standing in front of the mirror, eyes gleaming as he proudly flexes his back. and youâre shaking his head at him from the bed.
doesn't like quickies, prefers taking his time w you
doesn't sub often but when he does he gets so flustered underneath you and he denies it every time but heâs acc so into you ordering him around
he listens to you so well. if you tell him to get on his knees he's on them in a split second without a second thought. he's not a brat imo
coo n call him pretty and he could almost bust right there and then.
he can get really whiny and needy if you're teasing him too much
gets embarrassed about it afterwards tho and youâre tryna pry his hands away from his face bc he canât look you in the eyes
but if you tell him to bark heâd do it instantly âĄ
Authorâs note: this was lowkey inspired by love to hate me by blackpink, idk whats wrong with me and toxic relationships guys. this was supposed to be smut but i didnt really know what to write. comment if u want a part 2
You and Ryul had been dating for a year.
You have known each other since you were trainees, which is the reason you started dating in the first place.
However, the one thing he couldnât get out of his head was your group members.
Martin Edwards, Zhao James, Kim Juhoon, Eom Seonghyeon, Ahn Keonho and Jang Hyewon.
Ryul is a jealous person, he always made a big deal out of nothing, but you always made up.
You had just finished with a fansign and were im the car with your members, heading to your dorms.
Ryul is callingâŠ
You couldnât pick up now, half of your members were asleep. You couldnât leave him like this, you text hin
sorry ryul i cant pick up rn
just pick up
i cant my members are sleeping
so you care more about your members sleep than your boyfriend?
of course i care about you, dont be like this
then ft me
i told you i cant
Ryul is callingâŠ
You donât reply.
wtf is wrong with you?
i told you i canât call
i swear if you dont pick up my calls again we are done
are you serious rn?
try me
Ryul is calling
You finally pick up, you had your airpods on
âWas it that hard to pick up the phone?â
You move your head in a no motion
âShow me the carâ
You flip the camera, you were in the 3rd row seats with Hyewon, in the 2nd row being Keonho, Seonghyeon and James and in the front row being Martin, Juhoon and your manager.
Ryul nods in approval as he hangs up.
It was now 1:06am. Videos from the fansign were already circulating on social media.
Ryul sent you a link
what the fuck is this?
You open the link to a tiktok of you talking with a male fan. The fan had reached to hold hands with you as you did, You are so beautifulâ the fan said âThank you, i love your outfitâ you replied. After that you signed his album as one does, just a typical interaction right?
why the fuck are you touching him like that?
please ryul dont be like this, you know its just fanservice
do you want to break up or something? youre doing shit you know you shouldnât be doing
im sorry ryul i love you
do you? doesnt look like it
ryul you know i do
do you enjoy pissing me off?
im coming over
now?
yeah im omw
After a few minutes
open the door
You go to the door and open it carefully so you dont wake your members up. He looks at you and walks past you heading towards the living room couch, you follow behind him as he sits down.
âAre you not going to talk to meâ you ask
âShould i? It feels like you ignore everything i say anywayâ
You now sit next to him.
âRyul its not like that, please talk to meâ
âI dont know why you always choose to hurt me like thisâ
âRyul i am not trying to hurt you, i love youâ you say as tears fill up your eyes
âAre you seriously crying? Why are you acting as if youre the victim?â
You couldnât even speak, now you were full on crying as he was looking at you.
âY/n stop crying, im sorryâ he says as he pulls you closer to him wiping the tears off your face.
âYou know that i love you right? Its just hard to be unbothered when you do these thingsâ
âIm sorry, i love youâ you manage to mutter.
As you are laying on his chest he kisses you, you kiss him back. He pulls you on his lap as he continues to kiss you, he uses one hand to hold your head and the other to caress your ass.
You had your hands wrapped around his neck as he was kissing your neck gently.
âYou are mine, thats why i get angry when i see you around other guysâ he says as he continues to kiss your neck.
You already knew that, he had made it clear more than enough times already.
in which... your once disinterest toward the industry slowly softens as a certain idol catches your eye. but what happens... when your simple celebrity crush turns into reality as you unexpectedly meet face to face with him at a university festival?
pairing idol kim ryul x uni student/influencer fem reader
contains smau + written parts, lowkey down bad reader and ryul, multiple parts, use of yn ln, lee gawon fc, REALLY slow burn, sorta slow plot in general
featuring lngshot, leesol (kiiikiii), moka (illit), ella (meovv), stella (h2h)
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your phone suddenly lights up with a call notification. you pick it up and quickly answer the call.
"hey," the voice on the other line says.
you clear your throat as you try and find the right tone to reply.
"um.. hi."
you close your eyes and put your hands to your face as you try not to cringe at yourself.
"nervous?" ryul asks, taking you by surprise.
your hand instinctively goes to your hair as you brush through it, almost as reassurance, as you collect yourself, "what? no way."
you hear a short snicker from the call. "alright alright," he replies, "k i'm almost wrapping up."
"oh by the way, other than the two blocks of netherite, did you lose any more?"
you let out a quiet sigh, "um..! actually no, i didnt.. but maybe that was a blessing in disguise!"
you can almost hear him smile as he adds, "haha that's true. mining might not be your calling after all," a few keyboard clicks echo from his mic, "uh.. but that's fine."
you can't help but smile at his reply as you bite your lip.
"i can always try building?"
"yeah?"
"i mean i've never done it but, it shouldn't be that bad."
"yeah i think that would be better," after a quick pause, he continues, "alright perfect. i have this project i've been working on, this village area for trading and stuff-"
"i could help decorate?"
"yeah that'd be great."
you nod at his reply, muttering a quiet "okay".
"i'm like 75% done the building part, but i honestly have no idea what to do for the color scheme. i have a shulker with some banners and carpets that you can use."
"there's also the storage room with more stuff."
"the one with our beds?" you immediately ask.
you notice ryul has gone completely silent.
"oh um.. yeah."
"...our beds..." he awkwardly remarks.
you let out a breathy laugh at his sudden change in demeanor, did you just catch him off guard?
after a couple more seconds of pure silence, he continues, "do you know how to get there by yourself?"
"uh i think so."
"alright just let me know if you get lost. when you get the stuff just let me know, i'll tp you to where i am."
"okok got it," you say, fidgeting in your chair as you make your way to ryul's storage room.
for a couple minutes, you look around the abundance of chests, picking out a couple flowers, lanterns, and glass panes.
he really knew his stuff, and it was evident in his vast collection of different items.
from various coloured dyes to.. a sea pickle, it almost felt like you were intruding into a space that held so much sentiment.
it was like you were entering an entirely new world: his world.
you smiled to yourself at the thought.
a little later, you finally finish gathering your decorations.
"okay i think i'm done."
despite how long neither of you had spoken, ryul almost immediately replies, "alright let me teleport you then. hold on..."
facing him again in the game you move your mouse around, observing the progress he had made on his build.
"woah this is so cool, there are like individual stands for each guy."
"yeah, villagers. you would not believe how long it took me to transport all of them here," he adds with a sigh.
"that's crazy, i could never."
"honestly i'm just glad it's over. i only have a bit left before i can take a break from building." in game, ryul starts placing a few blocks on a half-finished structure, "if i finish today i can help with decorating as well."
"sounds good!" you respond as you move over to an empty stand, opening your inventory to pick which block to use first.
[2.5 hrs later]
âoh my days youâre genuinely so lazy,â woojin says as ryul opens the door.
âhello to you too,â ryul sarcastically replies, taking the drink from woojin's hand before returning to his desk.
sitting back down, he turns his head toward woojin, whoâs still standing at the door frame.Â
â..are you gonna leaveâŠ?âÂ
âiâve been wondering, hyung,â he suddenly says, before pausing to think, âyou like this girl, right?â
the abrupt question almost makes ryul choke on his drink as he starts non-stop coughing. finally collecting himself, he spins his chair around to face his member.
âyo," he pauses, covering his mouth to let out a cough, "you canât just ask something like that.â
âso, you do.â
ryul immediately tries to deny woojinâs claims, causing the younger to let out a quiet laugh.
âif itâs nothing but friends, explain that wide ass grin on your face."
"no way i'm being manipulated right now.. it's not like that!"
"sure..." woojin replies, walking over to ryul's desk and peering at his computer screen.
"what's this?" he asks as he points at the bit of text reading: "audio call ended: 11:38"
woojin claps in amusement, "you just called her...? ryul. you just CALLED HER?"
ryul stands up, putting his hand over woojin's mouth, "can you shut up?? oh my god you're so loud," checking the open door, he continues, "before you start. it's NOT like that."
woojin hurries to ryul's desk (much to ryul's annoyance), stealing the chair from his member. his eyes quickly lock onto the screen as he scrolls through the chat's messages.
"you guys played minecraft? i mean.. get your girl am i right.."
"bro get the fuck out!"
woojin switfly switches over to the minecraft window, which was left open following the call.
"her user's.. milkteaynn," woojin suddenly looks back, a grin on his face as he stares at the drink in ryul's hand. "you're so fucking down bad, holy shit.."
trying to conceal his embarrassment, ryul pulls woojin out of the chair, pushing him towards the door. "this conversation ends right now. i swear to god if you tell ohyul and louis.. i'm telling them you hit up ejeh yesterday."
fighting against ryul's arms, woojin finally puts his hands up in the air, admitting defeat, "okay chill out.. i won't say anything! but i'll always remember how defensive you got over her.. goodnight ryul."
"good night." ryul replies, shutting the door in his member's face as he lets out a deep sigh.
àč àč àŁ â everyone thinks you and kim ryul can't stand each other. maybe they're right. maybe that's why he keeps an arm around your waist the entire drive, lets you steal all his warmth when your fever gets worse, and kisses your forehead when he thinks you're asleep.
you and ryul had known each other since before either of you could properly walk.
your parents had been best friends since their university days, and somewhere along the way, they'd decided the two of you should become best friends tooâor as your mom like to teasingly say, 'maybe something more'.
well, instead. all you and ryul ever did was bicker.
he stole your fries.
you hid his shoes.
he told everyone at your ninth birthday party that you still wet your bed at night.
you 'accidentally' spilled grape juice on his favorite basketball jersey.
and he would always laugh at you every time you fell off your bike.
it had been like that for as long as either of you could rememberâa never-ending competition where neither of you was ever willing to lose.
your parents kept insisting that the fighting meant you were "close."
you insisted that they were just imagining things.
ryul insisted that you were just dramatic.
then you insisted that he was the problem.
and ten years later, neither of you had changed your minds.
so when both families decided to go on another road trip together, they figured they might as well invite ohyul, woojin, and louis along too. since you and ryul were both only children, having a few more people your age seemed like a good idea. the more, the merrier, you guessed. besides, you weren't exactly surprised.
family trips always ended the same way.
somehow, in some way, you and ryul always got stuck together.
you just hadn't expected it to be quite this literal.
the rented van was packed from floor to ceiling. suitcases were stacked on top of one another. a cooler occupied half the aisle. travel pillows were stuffed wherever there was space.
and someone, probably your mom, had packed enough snacks to survive an apocalypse.
by the time you and ryul climbed into the van, everyone else had already claimed their seats.
you stopped in the doorway.
"...you've got to be kidding me."
there wasn't a single empty seat left.
well...not exactly.
way in the very back sat one lonely seat, squeezed between a wall of luggage.
your mom looked over her shoulder before smiling a little too innocently.
"oh!"
she clapped her hands together.
"i know."
tou immediately pointed at her.
"mom, no."
"...honey, i haven't even said anything yet."
"you don't have to."
your aunt peeked over the seat, tryingâand failing to hide her grin.
"y/n can just sit on ryul's lap."
"auntieeeee, absolutely not."
you answered so quickly that louis snorted from the row ahead.
woojin actually twisted around in his seat just to watch what happened next.
ryul, meanwhile, looked up from his phone.
"...works for me."
you stared at him.
"excuse me?"
he slipped his phone into his pocket and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
"it's only a couple of hours."
"problem solved." your dad laughed.
you looked around the van, silently hoping someone would volunteer to switch.
but nobody did.
because ohyul had already put his headphones on. louis suddenly became very interested in the scenery outside. and woojin whistled to himself like he hadn't heard a thing.
freaking traitors.
with one long, defeated sigh, you climbed over the pile of suitcases toward the back.
"careful."
ryul reached out instinctively, one hand settling lightly against your waist as you climbed over the mountain of suitcases.
"...i'm aware." you muttered, trying to balance yourself without accidentally kneeing him in the face.
"you almost stepped on my foot."
"consider it payback."
"for what?"
"existing."
"harsh." he clicked his tongue, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward anyway.
once you finally managed to squeeze into the tiny space, you let out a long sigh before carefully lowering yourself onto his lap.
"happy?" you asked dryly.
"...not really."
he shifted slightly beneath you, trying to make room where there really wasn't any.
"comfortable?"
"absolutely not."
"same."
the van pulled away from the driveway a second later, earning a chorus of cheers from louis and woojin somewhere in the middle row.
within minutes, music filled the speakers.
your moms were already laughing over stories from university.
your dads had started discussing which rest stop supposedly had the best coffee.
everything was loud.
lively.
exactly how every family trip usually started.
except, you weren't arguing anymore.
ryul noticed after about fifteen minutes.
normally, you would've complained at least three times by now. that he was sitting weird. that his finger kept poking your arm. that his knees were bony. that somehow, this entire seating arrangement was his fault.
instead... you stayed unusually quiet.
he glanced down.
"did you lose your voice?"
"...hm?"
"you've been unexpectedly quiet."
you rolled your eyes weakly before turning your attention back toward the window.
the scenery blurred past. green trees. small shops. the occasional motorcycle weaving between lanes.
your eyelids felt heavier with every passing minute.
another bump in the road.
your body tipped sideways before you could catch yourself.
ryul's hand found your waist immediately.
steadying you.
firm enough to stop you from sliding into the luggage.
"...careful." he murmured.
"...thanks."
you didn't move away.
usually, you would've. usually, you'd complain about him touching you. instead, you simply stayed where you were. leaning just slightly against him.
that...
wasn't like you.
his eyes drifted toward your face again.
your cheeks looked pink.
at first, he blamed the weather.
then he noticed the way you kept rubbing your arms beneath your hoodie.
"...cold?"
you hesitated. "...little bit."
"it's thirty degrees outside."
you stayed quiet.
then ryul frowned.
without really thinking, he lifted the back of his hand toward your forehead.
you blinked. "...what are youâ"
his hand brushed your skin. he froze.
warm. far warmer than it should've been.
his hand slid carefully to the side of your neck.
still warm. too warm.
"...baby."
the nickname slipped out before he could stop himself.
quiet and instinctive.
"...you're burning up."
you blinked at him slowly. "...am i?"
"don't play dumb."
his brows knitted together.
"since when?"
you looked down at your hands.
"...this morning."
"this morning?"
a tiny nod.
"why didn't you tell anybody?"
you shrugged weakly.
"everyone's been excited about this trip... didn't wanna ruin it."
ryul stared at you for a long moment. then quietly sighed through his nose.
"...you're impossible."
there wasn't an ounce of annoyance in his voice. only something softer. something that sounded suspiciously like concern.
he reached behind him, feeling around the pile of bags until his fingers found one of the travel blankets.
he shook it open with one hand before draping it carefully over your shoulders.
the blanket slipped almost immediately.
"hold still." he muttered.
you obediently stayed still while he tucked it around you properly.
one corner over your shoulder. another around your arms. making sure it wouldn't fall again.
"...there."
"...you're fussing." you mumbled.
"didn't know you knew how."
ryul huffed a quiet laugh. and you only hummed in response.
the blanket settled comfortably around your shoulders, trapping what little warmth it could.
still... it wasn't quite enough.
a shiver ran through you before you could stop it.
ryul felt it.
without saying anything, he shifted you a little closer, one hand resting against your side as he adjusted your position on his lap.
"...c'mere."
it was barely a whisper. more instinct than invitation. and you went without thinking. your body naturally leaned into his. your cheek found his shoulder first. then, after another quiet moment, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.
his shirt smelled faintly of detergent and whatever cologne he'd sprayed on that morning.
warm and comfortable.
you let out the smallest sigh.
ryul glanced down.
"better?"
you gave a sleepy nod against him.
that was enough.
his arm slipped around your waist, drawing you impossibly closer until there wasn't any space left between the two of you.
his hand settled against your side, rubbing slow, absentminded circles through your hoodie.
every pass seemed to chase away a little more of the chill clinging to your body.
you didn't realize when your own arms moved.
one of them slowly wrapped around his middle beneath the blanket, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt.
ryul's eyes dropped to your hand. a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
he didn't tease you. didn't point it out.
he simply covered your hand with his for a second, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it rest where it was.
another bump in the road made the van sway.
instinctively, you burrowed even closer, your nose brushing against his neck.
your grip tightened ever so slightly.
ryul's arm around your waist tightened with it.
"...easy." he murmured.
his chin came to rest lightly on top of your head.
one hand remained around your waist while the other drifted up to smooth your hair back from your face.
his fingers lingered for a moment against your temple before disappearing into your hair, gently combing through the strands.
he kept doing it absentmindedly.
slow strokes. over and over.
the kind that made it harder to stay awake.
your eyes fluttered shut.
you barely noticed yourself melting further into him until your entire weight was resting against his chest.
he adjusted without complaint.
one arm securely around you, the other pulling the blanket higher over both of you this time.
covering your shoulders, then his own, sharing the warmth.
the rest of the drive stretched on around you.
louis and woojin were still arguing somewhere near the front.
your parents laughed over stories from years ago.
every now and then, the van would hit another bump, but ryul's arm tightened around your waist before you could even be jostled awake.
at some point, you'd fallen asleep completely.
your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, one arm still wrapped loosely around his middle.
you looked impossibly comfortable.
ryul glanced down.
carefully, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear so it wouldn't keep tickling your cheek.
you barely stirred.
just another sleepy little sigh before unconsciously snuggling even closer.
"...clingy." he murmured, though the fond smile on his face gave him away.
not that he minded.
if anything...he only pulled you closer.
his chin rested lightly against the top of your head while one hand continued its slow, absentminded circles along your back beneath the blanket.
he stayed like that for a while.
just holding you. making sure you stayed warm.
the sky outside had begun to darken, painting the windows in shades of orange before slowly fading into blue.
ryul looked down at you one last time.
"...hey."
his voice was barely above a whisper.
you didn't wake.
only hummed softly against his neck.
he smiled. then, very gently, he leaned down.
his lips brushed against your forehead.
the kiss lingered for just a second.
warm and careful.
"...get well soon, baby."
his thumb swept once across your side before settling there again.
"i'll take care of you until then."
you never opened your eyes.
instead, your arms tightened around him just a little, almost as if your sleeping mind had heard him anyway.
ryul let out the quietest laugh. "...yeah"
he rested his cheek against the top of your head, keeping you tucked safely against his chest as the van carried everyone farther down the highway.
a/n : HIII EVERYONEE !! took me long enough to finally post another ryul fic for u guys! also... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K LIKES ON MY LAST RYUL FIC. i seriously wasn't expecting that at all đ i love ya'll so much đ
i really, really, hope ya'll enjoy this one as much as the last ficccc <3
the day you kissed a writer in the dark // han lue (tokyo drift)
summary: she's stood by his side for years. his loyal mechanic, the brains behind his brawn. but she'd be lying if she said that it didn't hurt to watch him flirt with those other women in his club, when he came home to her every night in secret.
bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart. i am my mother's child, i'll love you 'till my breathing stops.
pairing: han lue x mechanic! reader
warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a drifting car, insecurity and self-doubt, secret relationships, unplanned pregnancy.
author's note: here's something a little different today, lovelies! it's a departure from the usual realm of f1 content i usually bless you all with, but i felt like i needed to do something different to avoid burning myself out, and rewatching tokyo drift gave me the inspiration that i needed :)
she hated the club.
in the back end of her mind, she always resented the mere existence of that secret room leading to han's garage. the fact that he chose to surround himself with women in tight dresses with long legs and perky boobs like he was some kind of yakuza punk.
well, this wasn't crows fucking zero. this was real life.
she couldn't help but draw comparisons between these beautiful girls and herself. as she curled in on herself to duck through the crowd, she frowned at her reflection in the window: her torn up jeans, the grease stain on the cuff of her army-green sweater, the zip barely done up enough to cover up her double-d's, a small nut from her very first car hanging limply from a chain around her neck.
some days, she wondered why han had chosen her of all people.
"sean?" she asked quietly, poking the young american boy in the arm, practically shouting to be heard. "have you seen han?"
sean shook his head. "no, sorry. have you checked the garage?"
"i'm heading back there now. thanks, sean." she sighed, backing out the way that she came, trying not to think about all of the places that her boyfriend could be right now.
the anxiety ate away at her. was he with one of the other girls? one of the prettier, taller, thinner ones? was that why he wanted to keep the relationship under wraps?
was han ashamed of her?
she hurried down the rickety metal staircase, dropping her purse on the workbench as she went, subconsciously placing a hand over her stomach as she thought about the white plastic stick inside the fake leather bag.
they'd been sneaking around for a year, but they'd known each other far longer. she had come to tokyo when she was twenty-one, with a pocketful of cash and a monkey wrench. she had a high school diploma, but that didn't mean much to the rally teams she had applied to work on the pit crews for.
and that's when han swooped her up. when she became the bonnie to his clyde, the mechanic for his little street racing gambit.
that was three years ago. now she was almost twenty-five, he was twenty-seven, and he was in far too deep for them to keep going like this.
she knew why he had to keep it a secret. telling the world that she was his lover would put a target on her back. because that's what happens when you get in deep with someone like dk.
she pulled her hair back with the green rubber band on her wrist, pushing up her sleeves as she reached for a ratchet and approached han's car, the hood already open and ready for her.
working on the cars had always been her safe haven. her distraction from the outside world. fixing something that was broken gave her a satisfaction like no other.
"babe?" han's voice echoed through the garage, and she hated herself for the way that she froze up, fingers tightening around the ratchet. "sean said you were asking around for me? is everything okay?"
she withdrew from the car, slamming the hood down. "you're pushing the car too far. the engine is wearing down, you have to get something stronger. the serpentine belt is at it's brink."
"and that's why you're the brains of this operation and i'm just the pretty boy who drifts." han said playfully, wrapping his arms around her midsection as resting his chin on her shoulder.
"be more careful out there, seoul-oh." she said softly, placing a cold hand on top of his warm one before turning her head and kissing him softly. "i don't know what i'd do if anything ever happened to you."
han spun her body around gently, his hands on her waist as she jumped to perch her body on the edge of the hood, her fingers tangling in his dark, silky hair.
"you don't need to worry about me, sweetheart. i'm going to be okay."
she sighed, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. "where were you, han? wandering around your club with a girl on each arm? a girl that's three times prettier than i am, maybe one who's clothes are a little more revealing-"
"y/n, stop." han said firmly. "baby, you're the only one. my only one." he kissed her on the forehead softly. "i love you. i love you so much that it hurts. i wish i could shout it from the rooftops, but i can't put you in danger like that. i don't want dk to know, because that's a target on your back that i don't want there."
he pulled her as close as he could, arms wrapped securely around her as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "i couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you."
the sincerity in the older man's voice was reassuring. but some days, it wasn't enough. she loved him more than words could say, but she was getting tired of being his little secret.
but at the end of the day, it was her bed that he always came home to. his arms she woke up in. his terrible singing in the kitchen while he made coffee with breakfast.
han lue was hers.
she kissed him again, still sitting on the edge of the toyota's hood. this kiss was stronger, harder. with more feeling as she bunched han's sweater up in her fingers, trying to wrestle it off his broad shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs tight enough to make her moan against his lips.
"seoul-oh." she mumbled as han broke away from her, pulling his sweater off the rest of the way before tugging his everlast t-shirt over his head.
they fit together like well-worn puzzle pieces, his lips finding that place on her neck that made her crumble, turned her legs to jelly as he slipped a hand up the front of her sweater, thumb tracing comforting shapes against her stomach as he nipped at her neck, biting down gently. there would be a hickey there in a mere matter of hours.
trailing kisses back up her neck, he gently bit her earlobe before placing one hand on the side of her face to guide her lips back to his, the other hand braced against the hood of the car to hold himself up. she bit down on his bottom lip, wrenching a growl from the back of han's throat.
he pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of the car as his large hands dipped under the waistband of her jeans. after reaching down to untie and kick off her beat up vans, she reached above her to grab the exposed beam in the garage ceiling, pulling her body up and allowing han to pull her jeans and panties down her legs in one fell swoop.
"oh, not on the car, baby. you'll stain the bodywork."
"don't care." han hummed, kissing the soft skin of her thigh. "i can't think of anything prettier than you. on the hood of my car, legs spread wide for me." he mumbled in between kisses, inching ever closer to where y/n needed him most, her arousal dripping onto the cool metal hood of the drift car.
and when his lips touched her throbbing clit, she could have sworn she turned electric, using one hand to brace herself against the car and burying the other in han's hair as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.
"han." she panted, grinding against his face as his tongue licked and sucked at her core. "oh, baby, yes."
han smiled to himself, kissing her clit gently as he held her thighs open with his hands. "still think that i don't find you attractive any more?"
"shut up, please. i need you so bad." she'd barely finished speaking when another low, seductive moan left her mouth. the arm that was holding her body up threatened to buckle underneath her as she tugged on han's hair, urging him to keep going.
han chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body as her arm buckled, and she found herself lying against the hood, her head on the windscreen as she bucked her hips, searching for more as her lover tongue-fucked her, her legs thrown over his shoulders with reckless abandon.
"seoul-oh." she whined, clenching her thighs around han's head
"i know, baby." he mumbled softly, kissing her thigh. "you're doing so well darling. come for me."
and that's exactly what she did. with a moan so loud that she was shocked that the patrons of the club couldn't hear it echoing through the garage, she let go, her juices coating the lower half of han's face as he licked her clean before wiping off the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand.
"fuck." he mumbled, standing between her legs and leaning over the car to kiss her. "i can't get enough of you, baby. i think i'm gonna need more."
"oh yeah?" she smiled sitting up slightly, resting her weight on her elbows and raising an eyebrow when she saw the obvious hard-on struggling to break free from the confines of han lue's jeans. "and what do you think we should do about it?"
"back. room. now." he said, softly but firmly, kissing her in between each word as she wrapped her bare legs around his body, allowing han to pick her up and carry her over to the back room, where a double bed was piled high with blankets for the nights where they worked late, or drift races lasted until the mere hours of the morning.
or, nights where neither of them wanted to go home. han was sure that they had fucked on almost every available surface of the garage.
she undid her sweater slowly, revealing the lacy white bra underneath, the makeshift pendant on her necklace hanging delicately just above the hollow of her breasts as she cast the fabric aside, reaching up to snap the elastic band in her hair, letting it cascade in waves down her shoulders.
"you're beautiful, you know that?" he said softly, kneeling on the mattress as he rested one hand gently against her cheek.
she leaned into his touch, reaching up to wrap her slender fingers around his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of his hand.
she knew she should tell him. han needed to know.
but now was definitely not the time.
not that she could find the words while he kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach, his fingers dancing across her back as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, erection straining against his jeans.
"han, babe." she mumbled, reaching behind her. "it's been a year now, you should know how to undo a bra, mr. womanizer." she joked, pushing his hands away as she pulled the bra off by herself.
"why would i need to know how to do it when you just take it off by yourself most of the time?" he grinned, standing up to unbuckle his belt.
he started to undo his jeans, pausing halfway as if he had forgotten something before he darted over to the rolling toolbox in the back of the room, pulling a small foil packet out of the top drawer.
fat lot of good a condom would do them now.
not when she was already carrying his baby inside of her.
her body trembled with anticipation as she watched han rid himself of his jeans, the echo of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing around the room before he rolled the latex sheath onto his thick, hard cock.
god, she was a fool in love. han seoul-oh made her feel every range of emotions all at once.
"seoul-oh." she mumbled, lips against his as he clambered onto the bed, covering her body with his broad one.
"hm?" han mumbled, pressing kisses all over her face.
"i love you, han lue." she said firmly, gently pushing his face away so she could look him in the eyes. "i mean it, babe. you've ruined me for anybody else. you're it for me."
"good, because i don't think i could love anybody else if i tried." han breathed out, kissing her again, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.
she squirmed under him, a small gasp escaping her lips before she bit down on her bottom lip.
she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. that wasn't what tonight was for.
han knew this as well, gently pushing himself inside her. tonight was about more than just chasing a high. for both of them. it was about love, and reassurance, and intimacy.
she threaded her fingers through his hair, whining as han moved ever so slightly, the sensations they both felt sending shockwaves through their bodies.
"seoul-oh." she moaned softly. "please. god, you feel incredible."
"yeah?" han crooned, thrusting softly and barely holding back a moan of his own. "you look so pretty with my cock inside you, my sweet sweet girl."
"just like that." she whined as he thrusted again, bucking her hips into him, trying to take his length deeper. "keep doing that, fuck."
when han's nimble fingers came up grip and massage her right breast, she knew she was a goner, arching her back to drive her body into him with a moan as he kissed her chest.
"you like that, baby? yeah, you love having my hands all over you. and i love touching your beautiful body." han murmured, sucking a hickey onto her collarbone. he could feel himself unravelling, knew that the end was nigh as he moaned against her skin, blindly reaching for her hand.
there were no more slow thrusts as the driver began to pick up the pace, his lover's legs wrapped tightly around him as she moaned his name.
"oh god, han, baby. fuck, keep going." she panted, one hand trailing down her body to play with her clit. anything to get her closer to that release she craved as she whined and squirmed under han's touch.
she'd seen this film before, and she already knew the ending. and the start if the sequel.
"come for me, baby. i know you can take it, just give me one more, okay?"
"han, han, holy shit." she moaned, feeling the coil in her stomach finally snap, her high crashing over her like a wave.
her lover groaned above her, a guttural sound ripped straight from his throat before han gently pulled out of her sensitive body, the evidence of his own peak contained within the clear latex that he slid off his member, tying the condom off in a knot before punting it into the trash can next to his desk.
she pulled the blankets up as han settled in the bed next to her, his warm fingers dancing in gentle circles against her sweaty skin as they laid together in the afterglow, a content look on his face as he kissed her on the forehead.
"seoul-oh." she said quietly, twirling his long, dark locks of hair around her fingertip. "i have to tell you something."
"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" worry creased han seoul-oh's face, a pit forming in his stomach.
he hated seeing her like this.
"i'm pregnant."
han's eyes widened. "what? babe, why didn't you tell me?"
"i've been trying all day. but you've had your hands full with dk and sean and drifting." she said sadly. "but i can't raise this baby with dk breathing down our necks. you need to get out of this life, seoul-oh."
han frowned thoughtfully, one hand resting against the side of her face. "i'm going to be a father. fucking hell, babe this is incredible. i promise you, i'm going to make a plan, and i'm going to get us out of tokyo."
"you know we can't keep this a secret any longer, right? i'm already eight weeks along, once the first trimester ends, i won't be able to hide it."
"you're right, you're right. we'll test the waters. i'll tell sean and twinkie in the morning, see how the news of our relationship goes over with them. i want to keep it from dk until i can find a way to get us out of here."
y/n nodded, lacing her fingers with han's and placing his hand on her stomach. "okay. let's do this thing." she broke out into a smile. "we're going to be parents, han. can't you picture it? sitting behind the wheel of your toyota, with our little gremlin on your lap, teaching them how to drive before they can even walk."
han laughed. "they'll be born with a monkey wrench in one hand and a bag of lays in the other."
"i love you, seoul-oh." she said softly, kissing him gently. "i'm so glad i found you three years ago.
"i love you more, y/n. and i can't wait to raise this kid with you."
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Can I request a han lue one-shot like he's overprotective on the reader it's just like neela and Takashis relationship but not toxic y'know fluff.
cruel intentions
han lue x reader
synopsis: han fought hard to keep you out of this life, but even he canât deny the truth
the sound of your car cutting it up was the only sound that rung in his ears. he watched the car drift, a smooth drift, only one that he couldâve taught you.
he cursed silently as you whipped the car back, slowing down and pulling into the cheering crowd. han threw a chip into his mouth, trying to act unbothered.
he could barely see you in the crowd, you were smiling, dazzling as everyone cheered you on.
you were searching for han. eyes glazed through the smiling faces and landed on the strutting figure walking out of the parking garage. your eyebrows knitted together as you felt tears well up. but you sniffled, and stuffed the tears back inside as people in the crowd called your name.
the clamoring woke him up.
he got up, rubbing his hand across his eyes and blinked, seeing you stumble across the living room and towards him. han inhaled sharply and moved to grab you, helping you from a near fall. as he held you, the smell of alcohol hit his nose, âare you okay?â han asked you, watching as your eyelids slid close.
you were starting to sleep, half in his arms and your legs barely holding you up. he shook you, trying to hold you up, but you leaned heavily on him. âi fuckin hate you.â you whispered, words slurred together and a jumble of words came out.
han ignored you, instead of choosing silence. you tried to say it again but he put a finger over your lips, shushing you. he grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder, a collective grunt as he did. your hand grazed his back, âput me down.â you slurred, eyes sliding closed again.
han continued to walk with you over his shoulder until he hit the bedroom. he threw you onto the bed and didnât even blink when he heard you begin to snore.
you awoke with a pounding headache. groaning, you swung your legs off the bed and tried to get up. you stumbled, catching yourself on the edge of the nightstand, you focused your eyes. you were alone, and it was still dark out.
you fumbled around the room until you found the door. you pulled it open and found han sitting down on his couch. he was wearing one of his work shirts, grease slathered on the side of it, a few empty beer bottles were on the coffee table, and his feet kicked up just beside them. he turned to see you and immediately turned back. you scoffed, and walked over to the couch, âwhat?â you didnât bother to greet him, just from his behavior you knew he was mad. âwhat did i do, now?â you threw your hands up in the air with frustration, a groan crashing down on you as your head throbbed more.
ânothing.â he clenched his jaw, and you could see his eyes blink through his hair. he was angry, and even more to be giving you half assed answers.
you rolled your eyes, and nudged him, âwhat. did. i. do.â you demanded to know, âyouâre the one who left without saying anything. you know how that made me feel?â you pleaded with him, but han wasnât budging.
he pulled away, âjust go back to bed. youâre drunk.â he waved you off but you stayed put.
âiâm not drunk. youâre acting like an asshole, han.â you muttered, turning to blink the tears away.
han stood up suddenly, and was now facing you, âiâm the asshole? iâve asked for one thing throughout this relationship, i asked you not to race. and you break that rule, time and time again.â he shook his head, looking down at the ground.
âthat rule? i didnât know that asking for something made it a rule!â you scoffed, âwhy do you make this so hard? hmm? all i want is to be with you, in your world.â you were crying now, tears slid down your cheeks.
han inhaled, âyou canât be in my world.â
âwhy not?!â your voice rose, and you were shaking. you moved closer to him and han was trying to compose himself. âwhy?!â you repeated, getting in his face.
han blinked, âbecause you are my world. you canât be in something if youâre it.â he shook his head, âeverytime youâre out there, all i think about is if youâre safe. thatâs it. i cant continue to be tortured when youâre out there racing with a bunch of delinquents who donât care if they live or die.â his frustration shone through, and his hands landed on your face, cupping your cheeks as he spoke, âi cant lose you.â he shook his head, âi cant stand the idea, and it consumes my thoughts every time you go out there.â he sighed watching you melt in his touch, âi donât want you in this world because i canât protect you. not with this.â
you blinked the tears away, resorting to sobbing in his shoulder. han raked your hair as you cried your little heart out. what he said resonated with you, but you couldnât let that stop you.
âhan-â you pulled away, âi cant- i love cars. i love racing-â
âi know.â han breathed, and you stopped, surprised that you didnât have to use the argument you had been practicing in your head. âof course i know. thatâs why i fell in love with you.â he whispered, and you sighed, âitâs your passion and who am i to stand in the way of it? i tried,â he shrugged, âbut itâs who you are.â
you took in his words, before reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. you kissed him hard, even pushing him against a wall, âthank you for understanding.â you sweetly planted a kiss on his cheek, before wrapping your arms around him.
ss: pov you're a throat goat. han takes you out for a late night drive and you just canât help but act on the thoughts that are running through your mind.
a/n: hii babies!! this is my first work on this account please be kind and leave some love, i'm just testing the waters with this one! feel free to check out my account if you want more content like this.
the loud buzzing of hanâs engine was all that filled your ears as he sped through the streets of roppongi, tokyo. his right hand gripped the steering wheel casually as if he wasnât going over 100 mph; his left hand was occasionally moving to the clutch to switch gears, but it always returned to its rightful place on your thigh.
his touch still gave you shivers; it doesnât matter how long you guys have been together. his touch, his smell, and those goddamn eyes⊠they were all too intoxicating.
your eyes darted to his lap along with your hands reaching to tug at the zipper of his jeans. han turned to look at your innocent face, your eyes slightly hooded over, silently begging for him. he knew what was about to happen, and it definitely wouldn't be the first time.
"do you need something, princess?" he asked casually while he gave your thigh a firm squeeze and casually inched his cold hand higher up your skirt. he always toyed with you, but not tonight.
you swatted his hand away without a word and sat up in your seat onto your knees, moving to face him while the car continued speeding through the streets. your hands tugged and pulled at his pants until you finally freed what you wanted most.
"someone's eager." he chuckled in his seat, moving his hips slightly to give you a better angle, his eyes still glued to the road while he expertly navigated through the city.
"i think you're the eager one, baby." you purred, leaning down to lick a thick stripe up his base before taking him whole into your mouth. the car jolted forward as you took his whole length; sure it was a challenge, but the noises the man was making above you were heavenly.
"fuck... you're so perfect." han groaned, trying to keep his eyes open while you swirled your tongue around him, also making sure to give his throbbing pink tip the attention it desired; various pet names and praises slipped through his moans while the car swerved back and fourth on the empty road.
his hips started to thrust lightly, making you take more and more of him if it was even possible. your moans vibrated his shaft as you continued your expertise even faster than before; you could tell he was about to come undone by his mindless babbles and his jerky driving.
in between moans han mustered out an "i'm gonna-" and then his hot, wet cum shot down your throat, and the car jolted to a stop. it was warm as you swallowed all of it and sucked his length clean. you sat up, wiping your mouth with your perfectly manicured hands as you admired the man in front of you.
han's head was tilted back, heavy breaths slipping from his lips as sweat covered his forehead; he shimmied his pants up and looked at you with sparkling eyes. he grabbed your chin, bringing you towards him to plant a passionate kiss on your plump lips; he could even still taste himself on you.
"y'know, i almost crashed like four times." han smiled at you, raising his eyebrows.
"it was like six times last drive, so was my head not as good this time?" you joked, knowing that could never be the case.
"clearly i'm just getting better at driving while having your mouth wrapped around me." he shrugged his shoulders while he changed gears and took off speeding down the streets once again.
"maybe we need to test that theory." you challenged, still staring at him deeply as he drifted around corners effortlessly, showing off just for you.
"we will, baby, but for now i'm taking you home so i can show you how appreciative i am." han cooed, returning his hand to your thigh this time all the way up your skirt, right where you craved him the most. it was going to be a long, blissful night, and you ached at the thought of it.
genre : fluff, romance, friends to lovers, ryul Ă 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 doesnât.)
"youâre wrong," ryul said, nudging your shoulder.
he turned his head so fast it almost made you laugh.
"...donât start."
"iâm just applying your logic."
"youâre 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 didnât mind it one bit.
and you noticed it again.
how easy this was.
like talking to him didnât require effort, like laughing with him came naturally, like the space between you always somehow disappeared without either of you noticing.
and maybe thatâs why it felt dangerous, because it didnât feel like something you could control.
"what?" you muttered.
"...nothing."
he didnât look away.
you swallowed.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"itâs late."
"so?"
"so⊠go home."
he blinked once.
then leaned his head back against the wall, sighing dramatically.
"wow."
"what?"
"youâre kicking me out now?"
"iâm not kicking you out, iâm telling you to go home like a normal person."
"i am a normal person."
"no, normal people donât stay until 2 a.m. just to argue about cereal."
"...itâs important."
you rolled your eyes, but you didnât miss the smirk thatâs still on his lips.
or how he didnât move. at all.
"ryul."
"yeah?"
"...just say goodnight and go."
he turned his head slightly, looking at you again.
"what if i donât want to?"
your heart did something stupid. like completely forgetting how to function.
"then thatâs your problem," you said, a little too quickly.
he smiled faintly.
"youâre mean."
"youâre 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 donât."
"liar."
"shut up."
he laughed under his breath.
and then, he stood up.
finally.
you let out a breath you didnât 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 didnât step out. instead, he turned back to you.
"goodnight," he said.
"goodnight."
he didnât move.
you frowned slightly. "ryulâ"
"hey."
"...what?"
he hesitated. just for a second. which was rare.
thenâ
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 hadnât moved.
completely frozen, hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide in a way youâve never seen before.
"...you justâ"
"donât 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 didnât budge.
instead, he leaned down slightly.
and before you could react, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. mirroring you.
"...now itâs even," he murmured.
your brain short-circuited.
"ryulâ"
"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? youâre not sure if you want it to go back to how it was before.
iâm backkkkk!! thank you guys so much for all the love on my jeno drabble that i posted exactly a month ago đ„č i seriously didnât expect it to get that many likes, it made me so happy hehe.
iâve 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 didnât even notice what he was doing.
there was no way he didnât notice and was doing that on purpose, right?
but the worst part is, you let him do that every single time.
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"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 youâd ever seen on someoneâs face.
"ryul, iâm serious."
"so am i."
"youâre 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.
"youâve 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 Godâyou 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 youâve 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."
"youâre 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.
heâd just walk into your room, flop down beside you on the bed or couch, then a few minutes later youâd 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.
"youâre way softer."
"...that sounded kinda weird."
"youâre 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 wasnât 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.
heâd complain there wasnât 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, heâd 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."
"youâre so clingy."
the worst part was how gentle he got whenever you sat on his lap.
completely different from his usual teasing self.
heâd 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, heâd 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 âhelpingâ 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 wasnât 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 andâand 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 couldnât stop.
"and i donât know if iâm insane for thinking thereâs something here or if youâre 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 shouldnât have said anything."
but before you could walk away, ryul grabbed your wrist again.
"y/n."
you didnât look at him.
you just couldnât, because suddenly you felt embarrassed. way too exposed. like you just handed him every feeling youâd 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 didnât know where to start.
"you really think i act like this with everyone?" he asked quietly.
you didnât answer.
because honestly? you didnât know anymore.
he stood up then, stepping closer until his hands rested lightly on your arms.
"i donât," he said softly. "i swear i donât."
"then why didnât you say anything?"
he let out a quiet laugh, but it sounded nervous this time.
completely unlike him.
"because i didnât want to ruin this."
"...ryul."
"i mean it," he interrupted quickly. "i like you so much itâs 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 couldnât 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 weâll 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 mightâve 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.
"...youâre 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, ryulâs hands moved to your sides, and he started tickling you.
your jaw dropped immediately.
"RYULâ"
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, stopâSTOPâ"
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."
"youâre literally evilâ"
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 godâ"
"swear to god what?" he laughed, dodging your weak attempts at fighting back. "you canât 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 iâd do it again."
"youâre the worst."
ryul grinned immediately. completely shameless.
"and you love me anyway."
your face warmed instantly.
"...youâre so annoying."
"that wasnât 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 couldnât help it.
đč.á synopsis: tongue piercing ohyul with licking&biting fixation w his squirter gf... đ€€đ€€
đč.á 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
đč.á message: everybody say thank u songkran, this is probably my fav fic lol (^-^)ïŒ uhh maybe food play ohyul next???(((ă»ă»;) 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 fabricâjust for a secondâbefore 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 starvingâeach flick of his tongue sharp and filthy between wordsâ "...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 againâthis 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 groanâ "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 godâ"
The second your voice broke, Ohyul redoubled his effortsâsucking 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 mostâsharp enough to wring another ragged cry from you. "Say my name when you cum."
"I'm gonna cum, babyâ gonna cumâ" 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 didnât even flinch.
He kept his mouth on you, drinking you in with a groan so deep it bordered on animalisticâtongue 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 heâd ever tasted. He leaned in close enough for you to feel his next words against your swollen clit, "Letâs do it again."
"Ohyul, waitâ"
"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 undressingâjust 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-seriousâhe 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.
"Fuckâ" His free hand slid down to grip your thigh and wrench it over his hip. He didnât even bother lining himself up properlyâjust 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 babyâ" You moaned, spreading your legs wider so that he could take it to his advantage and fill you fully.
Ohyulâs breath came in rough, uneven bursts as he drove into you with a rhythm that bordered on feralâeach snap of his hips punctuated by the slap of skin and the choked-off noises you couldnât 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."
"Fuckâ 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 tongueâswallowing 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 secondâbefore 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 wellâyou 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 poundedâkissing 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 paceâeach 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.
Thenâjust like you wantedâhe 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 throatânot squeezing, just holding. Just reminding you who owned every gasp spilling from your lips. "Made for thisâmade 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 pulsesâeach 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.
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