summary; when bed arrangements go wrong, ohyul spends the entire trip picking fights, clinging to you, and plotting ways to get you to himself. between stolen moments, teasing kisses, and a lack of privacy, ohyul learns that wanting you and actually getting you are two very different things.
warnings; kissing, shower moment, clingy and needy ohyul, woojin has a girlfriend, hints at sex
wc; 5,4k - requested
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the second the car doors slam shut, you already know this trip is going to be a mess, in the best way of course,
“why is it so fancy?” louis mutters, staring at the campsite in front of him,
the “tents” are.. not tents actually, they’re basically mini bungalows with actual wooden frames, little porches, and soft lighting hanging all across the area,
“this is not camping,” ryul says, “this is glamping, like for influencers and luxurious people,”
“good,” woojin chuckles, already grabbing bags, “i don’t do bugs,”
ohyul snorts, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “we know, you already scream when you see ants,”
“they move weird,” woojin defends,
you laugh, leaning into ohyul for a second before he squeezes you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head like he hasn’t seen you in years instead of just the car ride,
“carry something,” you nudge him,
“i am,” he says immediately, “you,”
“ohyul,”
but he just grins, completely unbothered,
upon arrival, it takes exactly 3 minutes for everything to fall apart,
the moment you all step into the space with the two big bungalows, woojin stops dead in his tracks,
“this one,” he announces, pointing dramatically to the one on the left,
his girlfriend doesn’t even question it, she just nods approvingly, “okay,”
“wait-“ you start,
“idc who joins,” woojin continues, already walking toward his chosen spot, “we’re taking this one,”
“you can’t just-” ohyul begins, but he’s immediately cut off,
louis and ryul, without a single word of discussion, grab their bags and head straight into the other bungalow,
like it’s the most obvious decision in the world,
no hesitation or looking back, let alone a single word,
you blink, and next to you, your bf does the exact same..
there’s a pause,
“..are they serious?” ohyul asks slowly,
you peek into the second bungalow,
louis is already flopping onto one of the beds, shoes still on,
ryul calls out, “this one’s good!”
ohyul’s eye twitches in absolute disbelief,
“no,” he says, “no, no, no-“
you can see it happening, the exact moment he realizes what’s actually happening,
two bungalows. three beds each.
woojin + girlfriend = one bed,
louis and ryul,
which leaves..
one bed, in each bungalow, separate,
ohyul turns to you very slowly, “we are not sleeping separately,”
you press your lips together, trying not to laugh, “ohyul,”
“no,” he repeats, “absolutely not, i refuse,”
he drops the bags he’s holding like they’ve personally betrayed him instead of his friends, “i’m literally dragging ryul out by his hair,”
“ohyul!”
he’s already marching toward the bungalow, sleeves pulled up like he’s about to start a war, which he actually would if he could,
you grab his wrist before he gets far, “hey,” you can’t help but laugh, “relax-“
“relax?” he turns to you, offended, “they stole our bed situation!”
“there was no assigned bed situation,” you say, trying to stay reasonable,
“there should have been,”
you laugh again, tugging him back, “it’s fine, they just didn’t think about it,”
“i thought about it,” he mutters,
“i know you did baby,”
he crosses his arms, sulking now, we’re talking full pout and eyebrows furrowed like the whole world has wronged him,
“we sleep together every day,” you say softly, nudging his side, “it’s just one night,”
“two nights,” he corrects immediately,
“still,”
“still no,”
you step closer, poking his cheek, “don’t be dramatic,”
“i’m not being dramatic,” he insists, even though he absolutely is, “this is a valid emotional response,”
“to sleeping in a different bed for once?”
“yes,”
you snort,
he leans down slightly, lowering his voice just for you to hear, “i don’t sleep well without you,”
and yeah, okay, that one hits a little,
you soften, brushing your fingers against his arm, “you’ll survive,”
“i actually might not,”
you smile, reaching up to fix his hair a little, “we’ll just hang out until late anyway, you’ll pass out as soon as you touch your bed,”
he stares at you for a second longer, clearly still unhappy,
“i’m still mad at them,” he mutters,
“i know,”
“especially ryul,”
“i know,”
there’s another pause,
“..fine,” he sighs dramatically, “but this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,”
“i expect nothing less,”
a little later it’s time for food,
and dinner is.. loud,
the six of you are crowded around the small terrace of woojin’s bungalow, the grill sizzling while louis pretends he knows what he’s doing,
“that’s not cooked,” ryul says, poking at a piece of meat,
“it’s medium rare,” louis argues,
“it’s medium alive,”
woojin is too busy eating to care, his girlfriend is next to him, stealing food straight off his plate while he complains but doesn’t actually stop her,
you’re sitting beside ohyul, who has been in a mood to say the least,
“so,” he says casually, way too casually, “must be nice, stealing beds,”
“that’s enough time,” ryul says, “you snooze, you lose bro,”
ohyul stares at him, “you’re dead to me,”
you nudge him under the table, “ohyul,”
he ignores you, “i hope your bed is uncomfortable,”
“it’s actually really nice,” louis says, stretching, “super soft,”
ohyul scoffs, “fake softness, bad for your back,”
“you haven’t even tried it,”
“i don’t need to, i can tell,”
ryul smirks, “you’re just mad,”
“i’m not mad,”
you raise an eyebrow at him,
“i’m annoyed,” he corrects,
woojin’s girlfriend laughs, “you’re such a baby,”
“i’m not a baby,” ohyul shoots back immediately,
you lightly smack his arm, “stop picking fights,”
he looks at you, eyes wide with betrayal, “you’re on their side?”
“i’m on the side of peace and food,” you say, grabbing a piece of grilled meat,
“wow,” he mutters, “even my own girlfriend,”
but a second later, he’s quietly placing a better cooked piece onto your plate, without saying anything,
and you smirk to yourself, hiding your smile
after dinner, it’s time for the unmissable campfire,
because let’s be real, a camping trip without a campfire doesn’t count at all,
compared to dinner, the campfire is calmer,
the sky is dark, the fire crackling in front of you as everyone lounges around in a loose circle, drinks in hand, snacks scattered around,
marshmallows are being passed around,
louis even pulls out some cheese he took from the store earlier, “for later purposes,” he said, and you guess that’s right now,
you’re barely seated for two seconds before ohyul shifts closer,
then closer, and closer,
until his arm is fully wrapped around you, pulling you into his side like he’s claiming you,
you laugh softly, “ohyul-“
“what?”
“you’re squishing me,”
“good,”
you try to lean forward to grab your drink and he immediately tightens his hold,
“where are you going?”
“i’m getting my drink?”
“stay,” he says, pulling you back against him,
“ohyul,”
“i’ll get it for you,”
“i can get it myself,”
“no,”
you turn your head to look at him, your eyes look serious but the smile on your lips definitely gives you away, “you’re being clingy,”
“i’m always clingy,”
“this is extra,”
he rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping into a soft whine, “i don’t like this arrangement,”
you smile a little, “i noticed,”
“i want to sleep next to you,”
“i know,”
“what if i can’t fall asleep?”
“you will,”
“what if i don’t?”
“then you’ll try again,”
“you don’t get it,” he says seriously,
you laugh, leaning back into him properly this time, “you’re overreacting,”
“i’m not,”
he scoffs offended, but then just hugs you tighter,
a few minutes later, you shift again, trying to stand up again, and he immediately pulls you back down,
“ohyul,”
“no,”
“i just want another drink,”
“i’ll go,”
“you said that last time,”
“and i meant it this time,”
you sigh, shifting again but giving up soon enough,
and your boyfriend grins like he’s won something, his grip on you only tightening,
across the fire, ryul watches the whole thing with a very amused expression on his face, “you’re not surviving tonight,”
ohyul doesn’t even look at him, “i hate you,”
“yeah, yeah,” ryul laughs, knowing his friend a little too well,
the fire is nice and warm
the soft sound of the flames, with everyone talking over each other, laughing and joking about whatever, sends a calm and gentle feeling to your body,
until..
a breeze cuts through and makes you shiver by the sudden cold,
you pull your arms in closer, “okay, nope,”
ohyul immediately looks down at you, “what?”
“i’m cold,”
“come here,” he says, already dragging you closer like that solves everything,
and yeah, it helps, a little,
.. for about ten seconds,
another gust hits and you physically flinch, your arms shivering, “no, i need an actual sweatshirt,”
“you’re fine,” he mumbles into your hair,
“ohyul,”
“stay,”
“ohyul,”
he groans quietly, tightening his hold, “don’t leave me,”
you laugh, shifting in his hold, “i’m not leaving you, i’m going to get a sweatshirt,”
“same thing,”
you try to get his arm off but he does not budge a single bit,
“ohyul, i’m cold,”
“i’m warm,”
“you’re not a blanket,”
“i can be,”
you push at his arm again, “let me go,”
“no,”
“ohyul,”
he sighs dramatically like this is the hardest decision of his life, then finally loosens his grip, just barely tho,
“20 seconds,” he says, “if you’re not back in 20 seconds, i’m coming to get you,”
you snort, nudging his shoulder, “you’re weird,”
“i’m serious,”
“okay,” you say, already standing, “count if you want,”
“i will,”
“you won’t,”
“i will,”
you walk off before he can say anything else, shaking your head with a smile,
and yuppp,
you don’t even make it fully inside the bungalow before you hear the door creak again behind you,
you don’t turn around, because you don’t have to to know who it is, “that was not 20 seconds,”
“it felt like 20 seconds,” ohyul says, closing the door like he’s at home there,
you glance over your shoulder, “you’re literally so dramatic,”
“you left me,”
“ohyul, i walked 10 meters,”
“i was alone,”
“with 5 other people sitting right there,”
“doesn’t count,”
you laugh under your breath, digging through your bag for a sweatshirt, “you’re unbelievable,”
before you can even pull it on, he’s already behind you again,
his arms wrapping around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder like he physically cannot exist more than half a meter away from you,
“you feel cold,” he murmurs,
“no shit,”
“should’ve stayed,”
“ohyul-“
he presses closer, hands sliding just slightly under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin,
not too much but just enough to make you pause for a second,
“what’s up with you today,” you chuckle,
“you had your period all week,” he mutters, voice low and a little sulky, “and now you’re finally blood free and i don’t even get to sleep next to you,”
you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head, “that’s your complaint right now?”
“yes i haven’t had you in so long,”
“it was only a week,”
“exactly my point,”
you turn a little in his hold, looking at him, “we would’ve had to share with one of them anyway, nothing would’ve happened,”
he shrugs slightly, but his hands don’t move away, “i don’t care,”
“ohyul-“
“at least i could’ve been next to you,” he says, softer now, “that’s enough,”
you tilt your head, “just sleeping?”
he gives you a look,
“..sleeping?” you repeat, very pointedly to get your point across,
he hums, unconvinced, “there’s more ways for me to feel you,”
you can’t help but laugh a little, “you’ve survived longer,”
“10 days, and i wasn’t planning on setting a new record,”
“you counted?” you laugh,
“yes, a suffering man does crazy things,”
your eyebrows lift slightly, but you can only chuckle at your boyfriend’s face,
his thumb brushes absentmindedly against your side, “i just like having you there,”
you smile a little, “you’re so needy,”
“only for you,”
you roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to rest over his anyway, “you’ll survive one night,”
“i don’t want to survive, i want to thrive,”
you only sigh softly, holding back a smile,
he presses his face into your neck for a second, mumbling something you don’t quite catch, but his arms tighten like he’s trying to memorize you or something equally ridiculous,
you gently nudge him back, “okay, let me actually put this on before i freeze,”
he sighs but lets go, barely tho, but just enough for you to pull the sweatshirt over your head,
the second you’re done, he’s back like a magnet,
you shake your head, smiling, “you’re actually impossible,”
“and yet,” he says, pulling you in again, “you love me,”
he kisses your cheek,
probably a good 6 times, before he finally lets go completely,
letting you drag him out of the bungalow,
“yooo noona!!”
you barely step back into the firelight before louis pops up in front of you, way too energetic for someone who just ate like 10 marshmallows,
you blink at him, “hi lou,”
“come on,” he says, already grabbing your wrist lightly. “we gotta explore,”
“explore?”
yeah,” he nods, grinning, “i saw a playground earlier,”
“a playground?” you giggle,
“yeah,” he repeats, like this is the most exciting discovery of the century, “with swings and everything bro,”
you laugh, “you’re fr?”
“dead serious, cmon time for adventure,”
ohyul’s arm tightens around you immediately, “no,”
you don’t even look at him yet, “why not,”
“answer is no,” he says flatly,
louis rolls his eyes, “hyung, relax,”
“get your own girlfriend,”
“i’m borrowing her,” louis shoots back without missing a beat,
“you’re not borrowing anything,”
“she’s not yours,” louis pushes, a little mischievous smile on his face,
“she actually is so you better-“
you smack ohyul’s arm lightly, “ohyul-“
“it’s dark,” he argues,
“there are lights everywhere,”
“still dark?!”
louis leans closer to you, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret, “he’s scared,”
ohyul glares at him, “i’m not scared,”
“of being alone,” louis finishes, grinning, way too amused,
you snort softly and ohyul looks offended,
“wow? okay?”
“ohyul,” you say, turning to him, “i’m just going to look at a playground,”
“why?”
you shrug, “because it’s there?”
louis nods eagerly, “exactly! it’s a must,”
ohyul stares at both of you like you’ve lost your minds,
“i’ll be right back,” you say, patting his chest like that would calm him down,
he catches your hand before you can pull away, “no funny business,”
“…with louis?? ..at a playground?”
“you never know who’s out there,”
you laugh, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “who knows, maybe i’ll get kidnapped!”
“yn i’m being-“
“hyung i’ll protect her don’t worry,”
“no because that should be comforting?” ohyul scoffs, “bro you run off screaming before you even know what’s going on,”
you laugh again, pushing him away now, “don’t start a fight while i’m gone,”
“no promises,” he mutters again,
louis is already pulling you away, “bye hyung, don’t cry,”
“you better sleep with your eyes open tonight,”
the campsite feels different away from the fire,
a lot quieter, the vibe softer, with little lights lining the paths,
louis walks next to you, hands in his hoodie pocket, kicking at small rocks,
“this place is kinda cool,” he says,
“you mean the playground?” you tease,
“don’t act like you’re not excited,”
“a little,” you chuckle,
“exactly,” he grins,
you walk a bit further before he bumps his shoulder into yours lightly,
“also,” he adds, “i’m sorry,”
you glance at him, “for what?”
“the bed thing,” he says, “we kinda just took over,”
you wave it off, “don’t worry, it’s fine,”
“nah, but still,” he shrugs, “i didn’t think about it,”
“it’s okay,” you reassure him again,
“i can switch, though,” he adds, like it’s no big deal, “with ohyul hyung,”
you giggle, “louis-“
“i don’t mind,” he continues, “you can take my bed,”
“what about you?”
he shrugs again, “i’ll just crash in woojin’s tent, or squeeze in with ryul hyung, i was gonna sleep next to him anyway,”
you raise an eyebrow, “oh?”
“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, “it gets kinda scary at night, you know? ryul hyung feels safe,”
you soften immediately, “that’s actually kind of cute,”
“don’t tell him i said that,” louis immediately says,
“too late,”
“yoo-“
you grin, “i’m joking,”
there’s a small pause before you shake your head, “but no, you’re not switching,”
“why not?”
“because it’s fine,” you say, nudging his arm lightly, “ohyul’s just being dramatic,”
“that’s true,” louis snorts,
“he’ll live,”
“are you sure?”
“unfortunately, yes,”
louis grins a little at that, shoulders relaxing, “okay,”
you walk a little further in comfortable silence before he glances at you for a second, then looks ahead again, tone a little softer, but still very him,
“he really likes you tho,”
you smile without thinking, “i know,”
“like.. a lot,” he adds, “it’s kinda crazy,”
“is it?”
“yeah,” he nods, “i’ve never seen him like this,”
you hum quietly, looking down at the path for a second, but smiling to yourself, “me neither,”
louis nudges you with his shoulder again, “don’t break his heart bro,”
you gasp lightly, “wow?”
“i’m serious,”
“what about him breaking mine?”
he thinks about it for a second, “..nah he wouldn’t,” he says simply, “he’s too gone,”
you shake your head, smiling,
a little up ahead, you can already see the small playground he was talking about,
it’s empty, slightly lit, and the swings are moving just a little in the breeze,
louis squeaks excitedly, pointing, “see? definitely worth it,”
“…okay, yeah,” you admit, “this is kinda cute,”
“told you,”
back near the fire, you can faintly see ohyul’s figure pacing again, very obviously pretending he’s not watching the path,
louis follows your gaze and grins, “he’s actually losing it,”
“he is,”
“we should stay a little longer to teach him a lesson,”
“what lesson?” you laugh,
“separation,” he grins, “he has serious issues,”
you laugh as both of you sit down on a swing, letting the moment linger a little longer before eventually heading back to your spot on the campsite
at aome point, the fire dies down slowly, conversations getting quieter, everyone around you stretching and yawning,
you lean back slightly, sighing softly, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,”
ohyul’s head snaps toward you immediately, “already?”
“it’s late,” you say, standing up and brushing your hands off, “and i’m tired,”
“i’ll come,” he says instantly,
you give him a look, “to.. watch me brush my teeth?”
“support,” he corrects,
“right,” you snicker,
you grab your things, a towel, a hoodie, your little bag with toiletries, and start heading toward the shower area,
you don’t even have to check to know he’s following,
the shower rooms are surprisingly nice,
bright, clean, and way bigger than expected,
“this is better than my bathroom,” you mutter, setting your stuff down,
“this looks good,” ohyul agrees, already closing the door behind him,
you glance at him through the mirror as you pull your toothbrush out,
he just stands there, watching you,
you start brushing your teeth, leaning slightly over the sink, and not even two seconds later, he’s behind you,
of course,
his arms slide around your waist like it’s muscle memory, pulling you back against him,
you make a muffled sound, toothbrush still in your mouth, “ohyul-“
“what?” he mumbles, pressing his face into your shoulder,
his hands settle at your sides, warm and familiar, and then slowly, too casually, start wandering,
you pause, meeting his eyes in the mirror,
he just looks back at you, completely unashamed,
you shake your head, trying not to smile around your toothbrush,
he hums softly, pressing a lazy kiss against the side of your neck, “i missed you,”
“you’ve been glued to me all night,”
“not enough,”
you spit, rinse your mouth, then turn slightly in his arms, “you’re clingier than usual,”
“because i’m being neglected,”
you snort, “neglected?”
“yes,”
his hands tighten slightly at your waist, pulling you closer again like he’s making a point,
you poke his chest lightly, “behave,”
“no,”
you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you free yourself from his hold, stepping back toward the showers,
you pull your hoodie off,
and he watches you for half a second before stepping closer again like it’s automatic,
you glance at him, “you’re not subtle,”
“wasn’t trying to be,”
you giggle, rolling your eyes at him
he lets eyes drag over your full body as your clothes drop to the floor,
“you’re staring,”
“i know,”
you laugh, but there’s no real resistance as you reach for his hand, pulling him towards the shower,
his eyebrows lift slightly, “you’re serious?”
“do you rather stand here then?”
“i absolutely do not want to stand here,” he says immediately, pulling his shirt over his face faster than ever,
you huff out a soft laugh, stepping into the shower space,
he pauses for half a second, glancing around like he just remembered something, “aren’t there cameras here?”
you blink at him,
“in a shower room?” you deadpan,
he shrugs, “what? you never know,”
you stare at him for a second, then shake your head,
“i’m just cautious,” he adds,
“mhm,”
the water turns on, and it’s almost instantly warm, steam starting to fill the space soon after,
you step under it first, letting out a quiet sigh at the heat after a whole day outside,
and a second later, he’s right behind you again,
“well,” he murmurs, voice lower now, closer to your ear, “it’s definitely not soundproof,”
you turn your head slightly, “ohyul-“
“so,” he continues, stepping in closer, hands finding your waist again, “you better keep it quiet,”
your breath hitches just a little, not dramatic, but definitely enough for him to notice,
“and you better behave,” you mutter,
“but you like it,”
before you can respond, he leans in, not wasting any time now he finally got ylu to himself,
his lips were on yours within seconds, kissing you properly for the first time since all the chaos started,
the warm water keeps running over both of you, steam fogging up the glass, everything else fading out for a second,
his hands stay at your waist at first, a little grounding, but there’s an impatience there too, like he’s been waiting all night for this exact moment,
you lean into him without thinking, fingers pressing into his chest,
he hums softly against your lips, pulling you a little closer, like he’s making up for lost time,
he kisses you softly,
like he somehow always does with him when he’s been waiting too long,
it’s warm, yet a little desperate, but it doesn’t stay like that for long,
because it’s ohyul,
and he’s been deprived for, in his words, “an unacceptable amount of time,”
you feel it in the way he leans in more, deepening it just slightly, like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go,
and for a little while, you let him guide you,
you let him pull you into whatever high he was in right now,
his hands start wandering a little more daring now, pushing you flush against his chest, letting the warmth of the room settle in between the two of you completely,
you sigh into the kiss, your hands coming up to grab a fistful of his hair, which he gladly returns,
you have no idea how much time has passed, but after a while, you pull back just enough to breathe, “ohyul..”
“what,” he murmurs immediately, chasing your lips again,
you turn your head slightly, his lips brushing your cheek instead, “i need to wash my hair,”
he groans, “are you gonna leave me hanging now,”
“we can’t do it here,” you chuckle, letting your hands move down over his chest,
he exhales softly, like you just told him something deeply unfair, “why not,”
“you literally said it’s not soundproof,”
he pauses for half a second, “okay,” he says, like that’s a minor detail,
you stare at him, “okay?”
“then keep quiet?”
you let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “you can stay, but i’m washing my hair,”
“i’m serious,” he insists, leaning in again, slower this time, like he’s trying to convince you instead of just taking,
you let him kiss you once more, just once, before placing your hand on his chest, stopping him,
“no,”
he groans quietly, forehead dropping against yours, “cmon..”
you chuckle softly,
“just a little-“
you push him back lightly, smiling, “you’ll survive without,”
“you keep saying that,” he mutters,
“because it’s true,”
you turn away before he can try again, reaching for your things like nothing happened,
he just stands there for a second, staring at you, very clearly not over it,
“…you’re evil,” he says finally,
you glance over your shoulder, “like you’re not,”
“you’re making up for this,”
by the time you’re both back near the bungalows, the whole place feels quieter,
all the lights dimmed, all the doors closing, everyone slowly heading to bed,
you yawn softly, “i’m actually exhausted,”
“don’t,” ohyul says immediately,
you blink at him, “don’t what,”
“don’t go yet,”
he grabs your wrist, gently but insistently, pulling you back toward him before you can disappear into your bungalow,
“one minute,”
“you said that earlier,”
“this time i mean it,”
you laugh softly, but you don’t pull away tho,
and that’s a big mistake,
because the second you stop moving, he’s pulling you in
..and kissing you again
not soft this time, nor anywhere close to patient,
it’s firm and a little messy, like he’s genuinely been holding back all night and finally doesn’t care who sees for a second,
you make a quiet surprised sound, hands instinctively coming up to steady yourself against him,
“ohyul-“
he doesn’t answer, just kisses you again, slower but somehow worse, like he’s trying to make up for every second he’s about to lose,
his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s refusing the idea of separation entirely,
and for a second, you forget where you are,
letting him pull you into it once again,
until-
“yoo,”
you both freeze at the sound of ryul’s voice, somewhere nearby,
you pull back, both your breathing uneven,
and ohyul closes his eyes for a second like he’s in pain, which he genuinely feels like at this point,
“i hate everyone,” he mutters under his breath,
you laugh quietly, fixing his hair a little, “you should get some sleep,”
“no,”
you raise your eyebrows at him,
and he just sighs, leaning his forehead against yours one last time, “i’m not done with you,”
“i’ll see you tomorrow,”
“that’s too far away,”
you smile, stepping back, “goodnight,”
he watches you go, stepping into your bungalow.. which he isn’t sleeping in..
inside the bungalow is quiet,
it doesn’t take long before louis and ryul are asleep, soft breathing filling the space, one of them half hanging off the bed like always,
you’re laying in your own bed, the blanket pulled all the way up, staring at the ceiling for a bit,
it’s peaceful,
the quiet sounds of the trees breezing through the air as your free asmr,
not even 10 minutes later, your phone buzzes, and you don’t even have to check to know who it is,
ohyul: are they asleep?
you glance over, quietly laughing at the sight in front of you,
louis? dead asleep and ryul? unmoving,
you: yupp
three dots appear instantly but then disappear just as quickly, leaving your message on read,
it doesn’t take long before you hear the door creak open,
you press your lips together, already smiling as you sit up slightly,
“you’re so predictable,” you whisper,
ohyul doesn’t answer,
he just closes the door quietly behind him, steps over like he’s done this a hundred times, stopping next to your bed, nudging your leg,
“move,”
you scoot over, shaking your head, and he immediately slides into the bed next to you,
which is very much meant for one person btw, but that does not stop him, not even a little,
the second he’s in, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him like that’s where you’re supposed to be, instead of in separate bungalows,
“great idea,” he mutters against your shoulder, “really, loved it,”
you laugh softly, “you lasted, what, 5 minutes?”
“i’m definitely not sleeping in another bed while you’re in here,”
his face presses into your neck, breathing you in like he’s been deprived for years instead of minutes,
you relax into him for a second before whispering, “louis is in here,”
he goes still, just for a second,
then he sighs out, long and over exaggeratedly suffering, “..i know,”
you can practically feel the disappointment radiating off him,
“so behave,” you add quietly,
“i hate this,”
“you’ll survive,”
“you need to stop saying that,”
you smile a little,
but then his hand shifts slightly at your waist, then a little more,
you catch his wrist immediately, “ohyul,”
“what,” he whispers, completely innocent,
you give him a look in the dark, “don’t,”
he exhales softly, forehead dropping against your shoulder again, “we do things at the dorm when he’s in his room,”
“he’s literally right there,” you whisper back,”
“..he’s asleep,”
“ohyul,”
he goes quiet for a second,
then, softer, almost a pout you can hear, “you’re so strict today,”
“we’re on a trip with your friends,”
his fingers twitch slightly like he’s debating whether to behave or not,
but as expected, he loses his inner debate, again,
you grab his hand this time, holding it still against you, “stop,” you giggle,
he lets out the quietest groan, “you’re killing me,”
“go to sleep,”
“i just got here,”
you soften a little at that, your grip loosening just slightly, but not enough,
he takes advantage anyway, shifting closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your neck,
you inhale sharply, “ohyul,”
“i’m being quiet,” he whispers,
“…you’re not helping,”
he smiles against your skin, you can feel it, but he completely settles next to you now,
his arms are wrapped tight around you, face tucked into your neck, like if he holds on hard enough, no one can separate you again,
“i’m still mad at them tho,” he mumbles,
you laugh quietly, “i know,”
“…especially ryul,”
“i know,”
“and the second we’re home you’re mine,”
you chuckle quietly, “mhm,”
he squeezes you once more, finally going still,
but his hand?
still very much not behaving,
you exhale quietly through your nose, tightening your hold on his wrist again, “ohyul..”
“i’m not doing anything,” he whisper yells immediately,
you give him a look, even though it’s dark, he feels it,
“barely anything,” he amends under his breath,
you shake your head, but there’s no real bite to it anymore, your fingers still loosely wrapped around his wrist, keeping him in place more than pushing him away,
his thumb traces the smallest and softest line before stopping when you tighten your grip again,
“you’re no fun,” he murmurs.
you huff a quiet laugh, shifting just slightly so you’re more comfortable in his arms,
which is yet again, a big mistake,
because he immediately takes that as an invitation, pulling you closer again, pressing his face deeper into your neck,
“don’t move,” he mumbles,
“i’m literally just breathing,”
“you’re moving too much,”
there’s a small pause, a peaceful pause if anything,
but then..
his lips brush your neck again, a lot slower this time, softer and testing,
you inhale quietly, “ohyul-“
“i’m being quiet,” he whispers, voice way too pleased with himself,
“you’re so annoying,”
“so are you,”
you don’t answer that one, but you don’t push him away either,
and he hums softly, clearly taking that as a win, arms tightening just a little around you, settling in properly now,
he’s definitely still restless and still not entirely behaving, but at least he’s quieter now,
content, even,
“this is still unfair,” he mumbles after a second,
“mhm,”
“but at least i can hold you,”
your grip on his wrist loosens just a little at that and he notices,
he presses a little kiss pressed against your shoulder, his fingers shifting again, just enough to remind you he hasn’t actually given up,
and you sigh softly, already knowing it’s going to be a long night,
for him, for sure
and honestly?
for you too,
but even like this,
half restrained, whispering complaints into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like you’re gonna run away,
he’s exactly where he wants to be..
more preferably, he would’ve liked his own bungalow of course,
hiii can u make a ohyul fanfic where he’s not an idol, toxic, not smut // keeping it distanced that also involves s3x terms. Basically like only ‘friends’ but they made out at a party which it all lead to…. yk
wait so. no smut but they made out at a party, AND keeping distance??, but he's not an idol AND HE'S toxic. hmmm, okay wait so no smut but it's implied??
this feels like blues clues cos I'm genuinely tryna understand 😭 but this sounds so good and i wanna do it.
synopsis: in which you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, but he's late—again. he promised to make it up to you, and that's all that matters.
warning: smut, oral (f! receiving), spiderman bf, use of his cob webs (just trust the process)
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it's been roughly two hours since you had sent ohyul multiple texts that are still on delivered.
he promised to not be late anymore to dates because the last time you threatened to break up with him, and it's not like this was a date, but it isn't a crime to wanna spend time with your boyfriend, but the popcorn started to get cold, and the movie had been paused for so long the screen saver had taken over.
you eat a couple pieces of popcorn, but it tasted sad, like it had set it's own mood because it's waited too long to be eaten. you throw the popcorn out, and start the movie.
you forget about him. he was gonna hear a lot from you the next time he decided to show his face again.
it hadn't even been a good 30 minutes before you hear a couple taps at your window, and if you weren't so hyper focused on everything around you in hopes ohyul would show up you would have missed it.
you groan peeling the blankets off, and kicking your legs out the bed shuffling over to your bedroom window, and to no surprise it was your boyfriend, but he was in this red and blue spandex looking suit. was this a joke?
"why are you here?" you question, not moving to let him in. "i thought you wanted to see me" he tries to flash a cheeky smile, and bat his lashes, you scoff "yeah— like three hours ago"
"and im sorry, you know that." he tries reaching out for you, but when you take a step back asking "do I?" while crossing your arms, he releases a low grunt, his hand instinctively flying to his own waist.
then it registered, what was he wearing? it had looked really similar to that guy on the news who's been saving the innocent and busting the bad, so what was ohyul doing wearing it?
"can i come in?" he asks quietly, trying to ease the question on you incase you might still be upset with him.
"no?" you shrug like it was obvious. "im going to bed, you're too late" he gasps dramatically, then groaning in regret, holding his side. "I'll make it up to you, i promise just let me in"
that elicited curiosity, it even got your brow to raise. you step to the side for him to come in.
you open the window a little more, and he climbs in landing on his feet perfectly. "your room is just like i remembered it" he inhales, walking over to your bed while looking around.
when he was walking he seemed perfectly fine. no groaning or holding his side. was he faking?
"im surprised you even remember what it looks like" you mumble under your breath—a comment you made to yourself, one he hadn't heard.
when you were finally in his presence all the shit you were ready to spew was no longer ready to boil over. then for probably the second time tonight that blue and red suit catches your attention. "why do you have that on?" you point to the suit.
"i didn't have time to change?" he replied his own answer, not believing his own excuse. "what, were you like cosplaying or something?" you snickered a bit and covered it with a cough.
"or something" he takes one stride, climbing onto your bed, and sitting infront of you now. "i said I'd make it up to you right?"
the look in his eyes totally shifted from before. they held a mischievous intent, one you knew all too well. he ran his tongue over his lips before going in for a kiss.
one hand steadied against your waist while the other finds it's way in your hair. his lips found a steady rhythm against yours, warm and restless. you start feeling around for an opening on his dumb suit, but you couldn't find one "take it off" you breath, breaking away from the kiss just to tell him.
"so needy" he teased, but made no hurry to take the suit off. he actually got on his knees on the bed, taller than you for a brief moment to pull you by the legs and lay you down flat, you squeal when the quick moment catches you off guard. "let's worry about getting these shorts off first."
the chill in the room was no longer biting at your skin, it was the cold latex of ohyul's covered fingertips playing with the waistband of your shorts.
heat crept up your neck making sheer layer of sweat prick at your skin from the nervous anticipation—let's just say it's been awhile.
ohyul's hands rests at the waistband of your shorts, while his mouth attacks your neck. you feel his warm breath fan against your skin while he was nibbling and sucking on a certain area that made you squirm.
you couldn't wait any longer pulling your own shorts down. you feel ohyul smiling against you "ah—ah" he tuts, with a smirk. "only i touch" he pins both your hands above your head, then out of nowhere you hear this quick sound you couldn't quite make out. now there's a tight restraint against your wrists that's also sticking to the headboard of the bed.
"what?" you look up at your hands, a white tie maybe? "ohyul what the fuck is that?"
"something that'll keep you from moving" he give an half-ass answer. "i wanna know whats restraining my hands ohyul" you state again, but more firm while also trying to tug your hands free.
"would you believe me if i told you" he continues the l6ing game, but you just want answers "try me."
"a web, a cob web" he answers seriously, you opened your mouth to say something, but you had nothing to say.
so first he shows up in a Spider-Man suit with an injury you were trying to ignore, and now he's cob webbing your hands to your damn bed. this had to be a dream, a really weird dream, and you were at the part you didn't mind living through.
ohyul was on his knees, in front of you, leaving lingering kisses down your inner thigh, your stomach involuntarily sucking in when he reaches further down.
he looks up at you "can I?"
you nod vigorously, he knew he could, it was pointless to ask. without letting any more time pass he pulls down your shorts, and smiles at the sight—the sight of your pussy shameless glistening of arousal. you couldn't tell if it was from how long it's been or how long he's taking for his mouth to finally be on you, and the restraints didn't help.
"God ohyul could you take any longer" you complain in such a whiny tone, one that made a cocky smirk spread on his face.
his face got close enough for you to feel his breath fan over your aching core. you clench around nothing, but air to feel some type of relief. if your hands weren't restrained you would have taken matters into your own hands, but you literally and physically can't.
you yank at the "cob webs" (which you're still failing to believe) stuck to the bed—yeah you weren't going anywhere.
you can't help the way your breath caught seeing his tongue lick through your folds, he hums in satisfaction at the taste.
the vibration shoots through you, your hips lift into his mouth in response, making his hands fly straight to your hips—holding you down. "do i need to hold you down too? or will you let me make it up to you?" he pulls away, making you squirm. "no" you murmur.
"no what?" he questions for clarity, but you were fed up at this point.
"do you wanna make it up to me or not?" you snap, using his own question against him. he was amused, raising a brow. "so needy, and bossy." he muttered.
his head dips between your legs once again, his tongue flattened against you licking a stripe. he began exploring every part of you using his mouth to lick and suck anything he could. you couldn't help but to grind against his face—which he actually allowed.
he seemed to be getting lost in routine, making sure to circle his tongue over your clit while he's at it. at one point he gets so lost in your sweet taste he had mistaken you calling his name to grasp his attention for moans of pleasure.
"ohyul—" you managed to call out. he pulls away, "huh, oh— what happened?"
"undo my hands" you say, but he shakes his head going back to eating you out, oh so casually. you whine, yanking at the stuff that had your wrist trapped.
for you this became a whole sensory issue, but in a way that strangely excited you and only added to the arousal building up.
you press yourself harder against his mouth. it felt so good you couldn't help but to let your jaw fall slack, as immense sounds of pleasure fall out as well. he groaned at the sound of your squelching, wet pussy, being eaten.
he fully believed this somehow satisfied him more than it did you.
he moves his hands to your thighs pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth, as if he was trying to breath you in. his tongue seals over your clit—overwhelming—in a good way, you were practically hugging your legs around his head, you couldn't move your hips or your hands, so that was the most you could do.
that's when you felt it, how you began to clench around nothing, his warm lips on you became something that only pushed you closer to the edge, it all coils tight, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip, as this heavy wave of euphoria crashes over you. your chest rises and falls rapidly as your moans spill out.
ohyul pulls away, looking up at you. some of your juices still glistening all around his mouth. you just smile to yourself letting your eyes flutter shut
"how was that? am i forgiven?" he asked teasingly, but you don't reply. "im guessing that's a yes."
he leans down pressing his lips against yours, and you could taste yourself all on his lips. "ill be right back" and ohyul was gone. he comes back with a towel in his hand. he catches your curious stare, and lifts the washcloth to show you "aftercare?"
he prys your legs open once again but this time to clean you, using the damp towel to wipe any of your own come that may have stuck to you.
"and yes, you're forgiven" you say abruptly, which has him furrowing his brows. "ohyul, you asked if you were forgiven, and i said nothing. this is me forgiving you." you explain, and that's when you see the realization hit him. "oohhh"
he tosses the towel aside, and goes to your dresser "what panties do you wanna wear?" he asks, while rummaging through your dresser trying to pick something out for you.
"umm ohyul, undo my wrists" you say in hopes that it would remind him that his girlfriends hands were supposedly "cob webbed" to the headboard.
he shoots up from your dresser closing it shut. "oh! i totally forgot" he chuckles. making his way over to you, at first he pulls on it and it doesn't budge. after the third time it comes undone. you sit up to take a look at your wrist and there's definite marks—not serious ones, one that were a clear sign they had been tied for a moment. "look what you did" you hold your arms out to him. "you're so dramatic" he pushes your hands back over to you.
you glare at him, "i said!" you repeat "look what you did" throwing your arms out towards him more aggressively.
"oh right" he corrects as if he was following a script. "im soo sorry, my sweet, sweet girl" he pulls you close putting his face against yours. "how could i do something so horrible" you could tell he was being a dramatic type of sarcastic, so you push him away.
"you're overdoing it, go find me some shorts" you deadpan, pulling a blanket over your lap.
"seriously though, stop being late to our dates" you say, "alright, alright, i will."
"and never show up in this weird looking suit again" you add, to which he turned around with some shorts and toss them at you.
"this suit saves lives" he defends, but you snicker. "oh sure"
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