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,
IN WHICH you’re a trainee for morevision’s new gg && ohyul loves sneaking around! ┊ kissing skinship sneakingaround glassesohyulagenda fwb?? banter
♫⋆.˚ now playing good luck, babe! chappell roan
the hallway outside lngshot’s dorm was pretty much silent — it was around twelve pm after all. ohyul dragged you behind him by your wrist, his hood pulled over his messy black hair.
“god, if jay dpn finds out you sneak me into the dorms he’d kill both of us,” you whispered while hiding your face in the sleeve of his hoodie.
ohyul smiled like he only found what you said amusing, his glasses moving down his nose. “i think he’d be happy for us.”
you rolled your eyes, but still followed behind him like always. that was the problem with kwon ohyul . . . he was pretty stupid, but so persuasive at the same time.
the dorm was quiet when he unlocked the door, he immediately pulled you inside before you could complain again, snorting as you basically tripped over your uggs trying to be quiet.
“shh,” he whispered and pressed a finger against your lips.
you blankly stared at him. “you’re louder than me!”
“no, i’m not.”
“you just slammed the door shut?”
“it was gentle.”
you huffed under your breath while he carelessly kicked his shoes off. the only light source was from some dim lamp in the kitchen and light gaming sounds came from one of the boy’s rooms. you instinctively grabbed the back of his hoodie.
“ohyul,” you worriedly whispered. “someone’s awake.”
he looked down at your fingers holding him and then back up to your flushed face and smiled. he tugged you in by your waist. “they won’t care.”
“well, you’re the one that actually lives here,” you said, “not me.”
“you’re here like every night anyway.”
“oh my god.”
you buried your face into his chest while he quietly laughed at you.
“if louis sees me i’ll be mortified,” you mumbled.
“c’mon.” ohyul scoffed like it was a sensitive topic while still bringing you toward his room. “louis is in love with you.”
you bit down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. ohyul was so convinced louis had mischievous plans of stealing you from him. “let’s not start this again.”
“he literally follows you around.”
“he’s just sweet!”
“sweet my ass,” ohyul said seriously, opening his bedroom door. “he’s like fifteen so it doesn’t matter.”
“hmm, you sound jealous.”
“i am jealous.”
he caught you off guard for a second . . . yeah, both of you spent like every day together and snuck around to get even more time, but neither of you had ever thought of it seriously.
ohyul noticed your face and shook his head. “don’t look at me like that.”
you laughed lightly as he shut the bedroom door behind you. his room was messy — clothes and different pairs of shoes all over the floor, headphones all tangled next to his macbook, bed very messy and unmade.
you dropped onto the edge of the mattress while he fixed the way his glasses sat on his face.
“have you like ever cleaned your room?” you scoffed. “this is crazy.”
“and you’re still sitting on my bed.”
“sadly . . .”
“oh, you love me.”
you were just about to answer him with some sort of retort, but he stepped between your knees before you could even open your mouth.
his hands softly rubbed your thighs, fingers brushing the skin under the big hoodie you stole from him like a month ago.
“sneaking in wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“. . . no.” you batted your eyelashes at him while he towered over you. “jay’s gonna ban me from the building one day. the staff definitely know and—”
ohyul cut you off the way he always did. he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, tongue entering it before you could even blink. you made a sound out of shock that only made him smile more into the kiss.
“you always do that,” you whispered when he pulled back enough so that your lips were still brushing.
“mhm.”
“that’s so manipulative!”
“i just needed to kiss you.”
his glasses bumped into your cheek when he kissed you again. one of his hands sliding into your messy hair, the other pulling you in by your waist. there was the sound of movement from somewhere in the dorm that made your stomach twist.
“ohyul,” you breathily whispered against his lips, “someone’s gonna hear.”
“so be quiet, baby.”
“god, you’re the worst.”
“you don’t mean that.”
you rolled your eyes as he kissed the corner of your mouth lovingly. that was another one of the many problems with kwon ohyul.
for two people who kept agreeing that whatever this was was nothing serious, the way he kissed you definitely said different.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ synopsis: after lngshot’s photoshoot with Gucci, Ohyul texts you to come over. Instead of watching a movie like intended, you get a little distracted.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Notes: SMUT! with no plot 💔, grinding, swearing, dry humping, eater!ohyul ,Ohyul comes in his pants 😓, p in v, raw (pls use protection), he cums inside, this was requested, based of off the pictures from the collab.
Ohyul was incredibly exhausted from the photoshoot, Louis was sitting beside him in the car yapping about how he couldn’t get the poses right.
Though even with the loud music from the speakers and Louis talking his ear off, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
It’s been a few days since he’d seen you and his mind was filled with every aspect about you. From your hair to your scent that lingered on his clothes after hugging to the way you fit in his arms.
“I just don’t get why they have to yell at me,”
“Louis, they didn’t even. You’re so dramatic.”
Ohyul blocked their voices out, pulling his phone out from the tight jeans he wore. He opened your contact and immediately messaged you.
It didn’t take long for them to get back to dormitory. He grabbed his stuff from the car before trudging inside.
“Louis, let’s go to the connivence store.” Ryul mentioned making his way to the kitchen with Woojin.
“Wait, I wanna go?” Woojin pushed past Ohyul to get to his room, muttering a “move, bitch.”
Ohyul rolled his eyes, smacking the back of the youngers head before making his way to his own room.
He slipped off his shoes and put his belongings down. Throwing his phone onto the side of his bed. He groaned, sitting on the edge of the mattress, rolling his shoulders.
The other members weren’t subtle about them leaving. Someone yelled a “we’re leaving, Ohyul, we’ll be back in a few.”
He grumbled under his breath, his head falling back on his shoulders in exhaustion. His phone buzzed beside him, knocking him back into reality.
Your contact lit up his screen, illuminating the dark room. Ohyul was quick to answer, pressing the screen to his cheek.
“Hello? Are you here?”
“Mhmm, I saw the boys before i walked in-“
Before you could finish, the call ended abruptly and the door swung open. Ohyul’s hunched figure stood in the doorway.
“Hi.” he murmured, his hands already pulling you into a hug before you could register he even got closer.
“Hi, Yul. I missed you.”
He didn’t respond, pulling you into the walkway, his face buried in your neck. His hair brushed your cheek, making you giggle from the sensation.
He pulled back, kissing your cheek then quickly moving to your lips for a kiss. Before you could kiss back, he pulled away just as fast as he came.
A smile rested on his lips, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you close enough that you could feel his heart beat against your chest.
You pushed him off you, moving into their small living room to go sit on the couch, but he caught your hand before you could take a seat.
“cmon, forget the movie.”
You tilted your head, wasn’t that what you came over for? He pulled you towards his room, his chest pressed against your back as he guided you towards his bed.
“Yul, what are you doing.”
“I want to cuddle now, forget the movie, we can watch it later.” He muttered, flicking on his light as he came back to lay down.
Before he could, you pushed your palm to his chest, making him stand up again. A confused look graces his features, his arms stretching up to palm the back of his neck.
“I didn’t notice until now. This outfit is very..” You trailed off, eyes moving from his face down his chest to his legs before coming back to look him in the eyes.
“Oh yeah? Take a picture it’ll last longer.” A cocky smile placed on his lips, his hands reaching down to press on the bed beside your thighs. He leaned in, his breath warm against your lips.
“Is this what you wanted me over for?” You lean in closer, stopping just before your lips collide, making him whine out in desperation.
“Don’t tease.” He sighed, his hand finding the back of your head, forcing your lips to his in an aggressive manner.
You moan into the kiss, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, nails digging into his tight shirt. He stammers out a groan, his weight falling onto yours, laying you back against the mattress.
“Ohyul,” you whisper against his lips. He grunts, his hips bucking your own. You can feel him start to grind against you.
His kisses start to get messy, he pulls away briefly, sighing before going back down. It doesn’t take long for him to move down to your jaw, his plump lips making a mess of your neck.
“Yul, no- ngh.. no marks,” but he doesn’t hear you, too immersed with making different spots on your neck a pretty shade of purple.
Your hands find his hair, tugging at the strands near the base. His hips stutter against yours, his hands moving to your waist to swing you on top of him.
His head hit the pillow, face completely fucked out in pleasure as your hips grinded against his. His hands gripped your hips tight, fingers turning white from the pressure, surely he’d leave marks.
You fumble with his belt, hands unable to unbuckle it. He moves yours out of the way, sliding it off in one go.
He moves quickly to the hem of your shirt, he stops before pulling it off, eyes boring into yours for permission.
You nod quick, lifting your arms up so he can slip it off you. It doesn’t take long for him to unclasp your bra as well, hands immediately following that action to fondle your breasts.
The action makes you whimper, your hands sliding up his chest, the tight shirt in your way so you bring them back down to pull it off. He shifts to sit up, his cock tight against his jeans, pressing against your clothed core.
It brings a loud moan from the both of you, you finish pulling his shirt off. He pulls you down, your bare chest against his own.
Though you stop undressing there, your hips don’t still on his, your pace quickening before they stutter when he places his lips on your neck again.
He whines into your neck, biting down to stifle his noises. The faster your hips move, the closer he’s getting. His head falls back onto the soft pillow beneath him, his own hips bucking up to meet yours.
“Fuck.. m’gonna cum,” he stutters, hands shaking against your waist. His hips buck up into yours one more time before he folds.
“Oh my god- fuck,” he whines, his hands lifting you up and off him to stop you from going any longer to overstimulate him.
He sits up quick, pulling the rest of his clothes off before turning to you, pushing you down. His hands move down to the waistband of your pants.
You lift your hips, giggling at the thought of him cumming in his pants. He rolls his eyes, chuckling as he pulls them off in one swift go along with your panties.
He stares up at you, hands moving to your thighs to pull them apart. A moan rips from his throat, he crawls up the bed. His fingers edging towards your pussy, he sets your legs up onto his shoulders.
His lips trail from your stomach down, his big doe eyes looking up at you between his long lashes. He makes it to your clit, kissing lightly at the bud. Before moving lower to lick on your wet folds.
“Ngh- Yul, please..” you whimper, hands reaching down to pull on his hair. The action makes him groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending added pleasure throughout the rest of your body.
Ohyul’s hands grip tighter on your thighs, he knows it won’t take long for you to finish. He pushes his tongue flat against you, before plunging it deep inside.
You can feel him spelling out his own name into you, your hands tugging at his hair harder. Head falling back onto your shoulders as your high comes, your legs wrapping around his head as you reach your climax.
“Ohyul! F-fuck..” he chuckles against you, kissing your pretty cunt one last time before he crawls back up to kiss you. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
Your legs wrap around his waist. One of his hands slides down your chest until he reaches his thick cock. He leans closer, rubbing the tip against your slick folds.
“Please, Yul. D-don’t tease me,” he kisses down your jaw, biting as he huffs out a laugh. He places his other hand onto your stomach, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
“Can you take it?” he murmurs, sliding his throbbing cock just barely deeper into you, making you flutter around nothing.
You nod quickly, your hand tighten around his forearm. He shakes his head, stifling a laugh before he pushes in.
You both gasp, as he penetrates, each inch making you louder. He lets out moan as he bottoms out inside you, his head falling forward.
He stills, making you whine in desperation, he chuckles, reeling his hips back just so his tip stays in you. He sits there, composing himself before leaning down and ramming his cock back into you.
The action alone gets a loud noise from you, his pace sets. His hand stays on your stomach, pressing down so he can feel himself fuck into you.
“You’re doing so well, fuck…” he murmurs under his breath, his other hand moving your leg to rest onto his shoulder. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.
“Such a good girl,” he quips against your lips. His hips quicken, his high coming back for a second time tonight.
“Yul, please..” You pull away from him, your head landing back onto the bed. Ohyul lets out another cry, as he cums, but his hips don’t still. He won’t stop until you’ve came on his cock.
“Cum on my cock, fuck-please cum on my cock..” he falls on top of you, his weight heavy on your chest. His hips stutter into yours as your climax hits again. Your legs shake around his waist, ankles locking, trapping him against you.
Ohyul’s hips cease, his cock still buried deep inside you. His head falls into your neck, breath hot against your skin.
You sigh, your hands lying flat on his back as he lets himself rest for a minute. As you both lay there, you engage in conversation as if you both aren’t completely naked and he’s still inside you.
Then you can hear the front door open, and the sound of three pairs of shoes against the hardwood floor.
Ohyul coming home from the shoot and you impatiently pushing him over the bed, he was still topless and cold to the touch. “What’re you doing..” his protesting fell short when your parted lips caressed lower on the skin of his torso, adjusting your body to the edge of the bed, stomach pressed to his knees—Ohyul’s pores prickling even more from the ticklish feeling of it, his cock twitching alive at your urgency once you sucked purple bruises against that lean v-line leading temptingly to your favorite strawberry lollipop…his dick. Ohyuls fingers threaded in your hair, commanding in that low voice. “Take what you want baby…but give me time to heat up with that pretty tongue”. So you listened, staring up at his scrunched face, doe eyes shooting heated looks each time you lapped another circle over his pale abdomen, dangerously close to his pubic bone. Licking him up and marking the sweet path down that was pricked with hair…until all left to do was his soaked shorts to come off. Wrapping your warm hands around his unnaturally reddened dick thanks to the icy temperature embedded in him and the ache of arousal, pumping the abused tip slowly— wanting to drag out his broken whimpers as your thumb pressed his slit, gaze trained on every twitch, every thrust he gave…Ohyuls cum shooting warmly into your throat once he reached the boiling point.
genre♡ smut, 18+, mdni
drabble♡ thinking abt sleepy lazy in the morning sex w ohyul..
warnings♡ unprotected sex, creampie, its acc really soft and sweet,
thinking abt the both of you tangled in the soft bedsheets as the warm morning sun filtered through the blinds casting a soft glow in the bedroom. your legs intertwined as ohyul drapes over you, his arm slung across your stomach as he holds you close. his head buried into the crook of your neck breathing soft puffs against it. despite the look of it, you were comfortable in his warm embrace.
you sighed softly, still half asleep as your hips shifted without thinking. your ass now flushed against him as he stirs behind you. ohyul lazily traces his fingers down your stomach, pressing his soft lips against your shoulder. he hummed, voice rough from sleep. his grip tightens on you as his thick cock was already filling up in his boxers as it presses into the curve of your ass.
“baby..” he murmurs, shuffling impossibly closer to you as the duvet crackles in the quiet room. soft breaths hitched in your throats as you grind back against him sneakily, fingers tugging at the waistband of his boxers to pull them down.
“need you..” you whisper, his hips lifting up just enough so you can pull his boxers down. his cock springs free, thick and warm as it slaps up against your ass. ohyul nuzzled into your hair, his hands wandering downwards until his fingers dip into your now wet panties. you gasp as he begins running his fingers along your slick folds and rubs slow circles over your clit. his mouth busy pressing kisses on the side of your head, taking his sweet time as there’s no rush in this sweet morning.
your whimpers for more has ohyul shushing you gently, “ok baby, i got you.” he whispers, finally tugging down your underwear just enough for his cock to slide through. his arm tightens around you as he guides the tip to your slick entrance. he nudges there, sliding his cock in between your sticky folds teasingly before finally pushing himself into your warm wet heat. both of you let out a low moan, ohyul sinking inside inch by inch, stretching you out slowly until he’s fully seated inside you, hips flush against your ass.
“god, yn. feel so good.” his breath shudders against your neck, not thrusting just yet, wanting to savour the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing around his fat cock so good. the feeling of him filling you up so well has you sighing in satisfaction, your hand reaching back to tug at his hair.
“love you so much yn.” he whispers to you, slowly rocking his hips back and forth shallowly. “love you too, ohyul.” you replied softly, pushing back into him. the quiet bedroom starts to fill with wet sounds and the soft crackles of the duvet shifting around you both. your breathing becomes heavier, soft gasps and moans leaving your pretty lips as ohyul fucks into you deeper. he kisses along your neck and shoulders, his hands reaching up to squeeze your soft tits. you gasp at the sensation, arching into him for more.
he gently rolls you onto your back still fully inside you. the mattress dips as he settles over you. you eyes adjusted in the dim morning light, just about making out the broad outline of his shoulders and the way his bed hair falls in front of his eyes. ohyul’s mouth find yours in a sleepy kiss. tongues slide together lazily, no urgency between you both, just the comforting warmth and closeness.
he rocks into you deeper, gasping softly into his mouth. your hands roam over his back, nails digging in lightly into his warm skin. ohyul braces himself over you, his hips grinding into you in slow steady strokes that drags against your gummy walls so good every time. he lowers his mouth to your collarbone, sucking and biting the skin there and then back to your lips. one hand drifts down between your bodies to circle your clit again, thumb pressing down firmer making you moan and throw your head back, your pussy clenching tighter around him now.
“that’s it baby,” he murmurs against your lips. “come on.” you cling onto him tighter, your orgasm creeping approaching faster. ohyul slides his other hand up towards yours to intertwine them, letting you clasp tightly onto him. breathy moans becoming louder as you pull him down closer, burying your face into his neck as you tremble around him. your orgasm spilling out as your walls clamp around him even tighter, moaning his name quietly as he groans too right by your ear. his hips stuttering as he buries himself fully inside you, his cock pulsing as he cums deep inside, filling you with his warmth. his forehead drops to yours, soft pants mingling together as he rides out his orgasm.
you both don't move for a while. your soft sleepy giggles filling the room as he shakes his head, smiling softly. ohyul stays inside you, his cock softening but doesn't wanna pull out just yet. eventually he shifts onto his side, not wanting to crush you underneath him. you tried to sit up to leave but he pulls you to his chest again, back to where you started. “stay. don’t get up yet.” he whispers into your hair, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the sides of your arms. you sigh softly and snuggle back against him quiet already half asleep again. his lips press a soft kiss against your cheek and whispers a “go back to sleep.” and wrapped up in his warmth, you do ♡
a/n: yes i ss that from their vlog immediately when i saw him looking so delicious 😛😛
synopsis: your boyfriend is way too busy with his basketball tournament so your boyfriend's bestfriend take his chance to do what your boyfriend can't do.
ohyul kisses your forehead in a rush before he slide his feet in his puma sportshoe. no good bye nor take care and i love you ever escaped from his lips whenever he left the shared apartment, especially when he headed out to his basketball practice or to hang out with his bestfriends. you force out a smile, telling him good luck before you close the door.
with a loud sigh, you throw yourself on the sofa, watching whatever is playing on the television. since your boyfriend got eligible for the tournament, he barely spends his time with you. he always either spends his night with his teammate or sleeps at the coach's house. at this point, you wonder if basketball or you are his lover. continuing with another sigh, you stare at the television, waiting for you-don't-know-what next.
the drama playing on the television quite hooked your interest that you didn't notice the doorbell ringing until a loud knock occurred. no way that is your boyfriend; he is already on the court by now. your heart beats a little faster than usual as anxiety takes over you at the moment.
"who's that? ohyul is not home."
you told out loud, one hand hiding the knife behind your back just in case.
"it's me, james. zhao james."
the stranger replied. you put the knife in the drawer as you draw a deep breath, feeling relief. you opened the door and a man wearing a striped t-shirt with a whisker dimple greets you.
"aren't you ohyul's bestfriend? i heard a lot about you"
he didn't answer your question but only gave a small nod and a bright smile instead. is his life all about sunshine? you thought.
"if you want to meet ohyul he isn't—"
"i want to see you."
james cut you off. an awkward laugh escaped from your lips; didn't expect that, obviously.
"come inside then, it's hot outside."
hours passed. you get to know about james better. apparently, he is the closest and the one that ohyul trust the most since they already knew each other when they were like seven years old. you can tell why ohyul cheer for and respect him the most. james is full of manner. it's lucky for whoever will be his partner later.
basically, james wanted to see you because ohyul told him to do so. to look after you. but it seems that james might take it too far. and his angelic demeanor makes him slip.
"it's dawn now. i think i'll better go."
"yeah. it's nice talking to you. see you soon."
soon. you want to meet james soon. or atleast, that's what he thought.
for the whole week ohyul was gone for the tournament, james never missed visiting you. from bringing you to lunch or dinner, asking you to accompany him during his dance lesson, and even carrying you to your shared bed with ohyul while you're in a period cramp, which your boyfriend never did. it comes to the point you are wondering, is james or ohyul is your partner?
"thank you, james."
he nodded with a gentle smile. your cramps are hitting you harder; you didn't even realize you were taking james's wrist to come closer to you on the bed. with one eyebrow raise, he asks you,
"hey, is everything okay?"
"can you accompany me? i might need someone to take care of me. this shit hurts so bad."
you sounded almost like begging, but that didn't catch him off guard. instead, he has been waiting for this moment. he has been knowing about you from ohyul's lips and he can't believe that man is yours instead of him. what kind of boyfriend prioritizes his sport over a girlfriend? that's insane.
"what do you want me to do?"
"anything that helps to soothe this stupid cramp."
"anything?"
"anything."
morality is immediately gone the moment james drops his knees on the bed, positioning himself in between your dysmenorrheic body.
"james?"
he hummed as a response. not saying much.
"you're in pain and you can't push me,okay?"
he whispered as he made his way to the top of your head, kissing it gently. the weight of him on top of yours makes the bed creak. you can feel his dick hardening as his tips brush against your clothed pussy.
"james, i don't think you should—"
"does ohyul know how lucky he is to have you?"
your words immediately cut.
"does he ever truly love and care for you? i bet him 100$ and he would choose basketball over you."
maybe james is right. he never listen to you attentively whenever you're talking. james did. he never massages or carries you to the bed during your period cramps. james did. he never cancels his practice solely for you. james did that even without telling his dance teacher. in this one week, james did everything ohyul couldn't.
and you can't deny the fact that you started to attach to james too. his soapy scent, his manly look, his polite tone, everything about him makes you never pick up ohyul's call anymore.
"tonight, it's the last time i could have you like this with me."
your cramps shifted into another type of pain. guilty. but lust is more powerful than whatever you're feeling right now. and you want to feel loved. james make you feel that way.
and with that, you grab james's face closer to you, parting your lips to let his lips collide with yours. the simple kiss sends shivers and dopamine through your whole body. you started to pull him closer by tugging his collared shirt, wanting more. the intoxication both of you got from the kiss led to both of your hands and james' to abruptly traveling underneath each other's shirts. he take off your tee before unbuckling your bra next.
you moaned in between the kisses when james roughly gripped your boobs as his fingertips toyed with your nipples. both of your bodies rocked in sync, trying to feel each other. james's saliva dripped all over your chin and face right after he pulled out from the kiss. you look at him through half-lidded eyes.
"fuck, i never want to be with you"
james let out a sarcastic laugh.
"but i don't mind at all if ohyul caught us now."
james raise his eyebrow with a smug painting all over his face. it seems funny to him the fact he will get to have you soon and ohyul might not have even noticed because he is way too fucking busy with basketball all over again.
