❝ Argument ❞ — Kwon Ohyul
~lngshot
Synopsis: when you wore something revealing after a big argument with your bf
Content: ohyul x fem!reader, ohyul being a little rude in the start, angst to smut
Cw/tw: explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni!! fingering (rough), oral sex (female receiving), nipple play and breast worship, teasing, dirty talk, and use of the pet name "princess", strong language/profanity
~2.9k words. | lngshot masterlist |
You didn’t know how it had gotten this bad. It started with the usual small things like missed calls and canceled plans. But tonight, something inside you finally snapped.
“Why do you keep blowing me off?” you asked, voice sharp with months of built-up frustration as he stood by the door, already halfway out.
Ohyul barely glanced at you, checking something on his phone. “You know how busy I am. It’s not like I’m out having fun.”
“I do know,” you said, stepping closer, heart pounding. “Nowdays you leave before I even wake up and come back when I’m already asleep. You’re never here when I need you. I feel like I’m dating a ghost.”
He let out a tired sigh, finally looking up. “Can we not do this right now? I have to get to the company.”
“No, we’re doing this,” you insisted, blocking his path just enough to make him stop. “Every time I try to talk, you shut me down. ‘I’m busy,’ ‘Schedules,’ ‘Practice.’ What about me? What about us?”
“You know i care about you, i really do. I love you y/n but you're only thinking about yourself right now,” he snapped, voice louder now. “You have no idea what it’s like. Instead of supporting me, you’re making me feel guilty for doing what I have to do.”
“Supporting you?” You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “I’ve always been supporting you. But the second I ask for a little bit of you in return, I’m the selfish one?”
Ohyul ran a hand through his hair, clearly at the end of his patience. “This isn’t some normal 9-to-5 job. I can’t just clock out when you want me too”
He grabbed his jacket and bag, movements jerky and angry. “I don’t have time for this right now. We’ll talk later.”
“No,” you said quietly, the fight draining into cold resolve. “Maybe I just won’t talk at all. If that’s what you want then fine. I’ll give you the silence you clearly need.”
“Suit yourself,” Ohyul muttered. He didn’t even look back as he yanked the door open. It slammed shut behind him with a final, echoing bang that left the apartment feeling painfully empty. Fine. If silence was what he wanted, you’d give it to him.
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It was well past 8 PM when you heard the front door open and shut again. You didn’t turn around. You stayed focused on the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables with steady, deliberate movements. The soft sizzle of oil in the pan was the only sound in the apartment.
Ohyul stepped inside, kicking off his shoes with a heavy, exhausted sigh. He expected you to say something but there was nothing. You kept your back to him, ignoring his presence completely. He felt guilt settle in now.
He dropped his bag near the couch and collapsed onto it, rubbing his temples. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. After a few minutes, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Not gonna say anything?” he asked, voice low. He still hadn’t looked directly at you.
You kept your tone flat, eyes on the cutting board. “I’d rather not. Apparently I only think about myself.”
Ohyul rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch, muttering something under his breath. Then he glanced toward the kitchen and froze.
You were wearing that thin, almost sheer black nightdress. The delicate fabric clung softly to your curves, the warm kitchen light making it nearly transparent in places. No bra underneath. Every subtle shift of your body revealed the gentle swell of your breasts and the faint outline of your nipples. The hem barely skimmed the tops of your thighs, and one delicate strap had slipped slightly off your shoulder.
His face flushed instantly, heat rushing up his neck. All the leftover anger tangled with a sudden, sharp surge of desire. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away.
“hmm—” The word came out hoarse.
He stood up slowly, almost involuntarily, and walked over to the kitchen island, stopping just behind you. Up close, the nightdress looked even more tempting.
“…You’re really going to keep ignoring me while dressed like that?” he murmured, his voice lower now, rough with conflicting emotions.
He took one more step closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body behind yours. His hand hovered near the counter, fingers tense.
“Say something,” he said quietly, almost a plea wrapped in frustration. “Or don’t. Just… turn around and look at me.” You still ignored but you felt something warm bubble up inside you as ohyul stood closer.
"You said i haven't been giving you enough time right..." ohyul spoke again
"Not in the mood for this ohyul" you said and continued stirring some soup
"Im sorry" ohyul said
“I felt bad the moment I got to the company,” he continued, sounding genuinely regretful now. “I kept replaying everything I said… how I snapped at you. It’s just… these days with the comeback approaching, everything’s been so intense. I took all that frustration out on you, and I shouldn’t have.”
You swallowed hard as he apologized. Ohyul let out a slow breath, his hand finally settling lightly on the edge of the counter beside you.
“I know I’ve been distant,” he admitted, voice rough with exhaustion. “I know I’ve made you feel like you’re last on my list.”
He paused, then added more softly, “I love you like crazy....Even when I’m too tired or too stressed to show it.”
The warmth in your chest flared hotter, mixing with the leftover hurt. Your stirring slowed as you were fighting the urge to lean back into his chest. The argument from earlier still echoed in your mind but so did the sight of him standing behind you now.
“…You really think a quick ‘sorry’ fixes it?” you said, voice laced with both lingering anger and reluctant longing.
“Go back to your company or something since you’re so busy,” you muttered, voice edged with lingering hurt. You reached out and switched off the stove with a sharp click, then lightly pushed past him, trying to create some distance.
You only made it a few steps toward the living room before Ohyul moved.
His arms wrapped around you from behind in one smooth motion, pulling you gently but firmly against his chest. The sudden warmth of his body made your breath catch. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, his breath ghosted hot over the nape of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
“No… it won’t fix everything,” he murmured, voice low and rough with regret. “But I’m hoping it’s a start.” His hold tightened just slightly, possessive yet careful. His voice dipped, turning huskier as his gaze trailed down. “…I want to make it up to you. Let me take care of you tonight, my princess.”
The word “princess” slipped from his lips like it always used to—soft, intimate, and dangerously affectionate. It hit you harder than you expected, weakening your knees and melting some of the ice you’d tried to keep around your heart.
“Ohyul, I’m—” you started, but the words died in your throat the moment his lips pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear.
A soft gasp escaped you. His mouth was warm, trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck and across your shoulder, each one sending sparks straight through your body. One of his hands slid up from your waist, grazing lightly over the sheer fabric of your nightdress until his palm cupped your breast.
His thumb brushed across your already hardened nipple, teasing it through the thin material with slow, deliberate circles. Your back arched instinctively into his touch, a whimper slipping past your lips.
“I can stop if you want,” Ohyul whispered against your skin, his voice strained with restraint. He paused his movements, lips hovering just above your shoulder, giving you a moment even as his body pressed closer. You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling quickly. The fight in you had almost completely dissolved.
“No…” you breathed, voice shaky with need. “God, you drive me insane. Don’t stop.”
A low, relieved groan rumbled in Ohyul’s chest. His arms tightened around you as he resumed his kisses. He nipped gently at your neck before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hand continued its slow exploration, squeezing and caressing your breast while his other hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of your hip through the nightdress, fingers teasing the hem as if asking permission to go further.
“I’ve missed spending time with you...” He rolled your nipple between his fingers, drawing another soft moan from you. “Let me make it right today”
Ohyul turned you around gently, his hands sliding to your waist. The moment you faced him, he captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. You kissed him back just as fiercely, months of frustration and longing pouring into the way your mouths moved together.
He guided you backward toward the couch slowly. The back of your legs bumped against the edge, and you both dropped down together. Ohyul settled over you, his body warm and solid between your thighs as he braced himself on his elbows.
His hands immediately pushed the thin fabric of your nightdress higher up your thighs, bunching it around your hips. He kissed you again, deeper this time, while one hand slipped back to your breasts, palming and rubbing them through the sheer material. His thumb circled your hardened nipple, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
“Take it off…” he murmured against your lips, voice rough with need.
You pulled back just enough to let him. Ohyul sat up slightly and pulled the delicate nightdress up and over your head, tossing it aside. The cool air of the apartment hit your bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his body.
He didn’t waste a second. His lips trailed lower—kissing down your jaw, your neck, until his mouth closed over one sensitive nipple. A soft moan escaped you as your back arched sharply off the couch.
Ohyul groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, circling and teasing before he sucked it into his mouth with just enough pressure to make your toes curl. His hand moved to your other breast, kneading the soft flesh firmly while his thumb rolled and pinched the neglected nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
He alternated between them—licking, sucking, and gently biting one nipple while his fingers played with the other, pinching and tugging until both peaks were swollen, glistening, and aching with sensitivity. Every pull of his mouth and twist of his fingers made you whimper and squirm beneath him.
“Oh fuck… the sounds you're making,” he murmured .“I’ve missed the way you arch for me when I touch you like this.”
Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping it tighter as the pleasure was overwhelming. His movements were rougher than usual, with the same pent-up longing you’d both been carrying.
You could feel how hard he was through his pants, pressing insistently against your inner thigh as he continued his relentless nipple play.
“Ohyul…” you gasped, back arching higher, hips rolling up against him instinctively, seeking more friction. He lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes dark with lust, lips shiny and swollen from his attention. One hand still cupped your breast, thumb lazily brushing over a glistening nipple as he spoke, voice low and strained.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” he rasped, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below your breast. But instead of waiting for words, he shifted his weight and let one hand slide down between your bodies.
His fingers teased along the edge of your panties—the only piece of clothing still separating you from him. He stroked your clothed heat with slow, deliberate pressure, rubbing the fabric against your slick folds. The friction was maddeningly light, enough to make you ache but not enough to satisfy.
“Ohyul…” you whined, voice breaking with frustration and need. Your hand reached down, fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to pull him closer. “Please… touch me there. I need you.”
A low, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, finally hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. He tossed them aside and settled more comfortably between your thighs, spreading them wider with his hands.
He didn’t tease anymore.
Two thick fingers slid through your slick folds, gathering your wetness before he pushed them inside you with one firm thrust. You cried out, back arching sharply off the couch as he immediately began pumping them. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the room soon.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” Ohyul groaned, eyes fixed on where his fingers disappeared into your heat. He curled them just right, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke.
You could barely breathe through the pleasure—each thrust of his fingers sent sparks shooting up your spine, the coil in your belly tightening rapidly. He added a third finger, stretching you deliciously as he fucked you harder with his hand, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with every deep plunge.
“So tight… so perfect,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss and bite at your inner thigh while his fingers never slowed. “Been too long since I felt you like this. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
Your moans grew louder, hips bucking wildly against his hand as the pressure built unbearably. The wet squelching sounds mixed with your desperate whimpers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Before you could tip over, Ohyul pulled his fingers out with a slick sound. You whined at the sudden emptiness, but the protest died on your lips when he lowered his head between your thighs.
He didn’t hesitate.
His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your soaked folds, tasting you thoroughly before he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked hard. At the same time, he pushed his two fingers back inside you, resuming that punishing rhythm—fucking you deep and fast while his tongue flicked and swirled around your swollen clit.
The dual sensation was too overwhelming. Ohyul groaned into your core, the vibrations sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. He ate you out like a man starved—messy, eager, and relentless—alternating between sucking your clit and thrusting his tongue inside you alongside his fingers.
Your thighs clamped around his head as the pleasure crested. “Ohyul—fuck, I’m—!”
He curled his fingers harder, sucking your clit with just the right pressure. Your orgasm crashed over you, back bowing off the couch as you came hard on his tongue and fingers. Waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body, leaving you trembling and gasping his name like a prayer. Ohyul didn’t stop— he worked you through every pulse, licking and fingering you gently as you rode it out.
He pressed one last soft kiss to your sensitive clit before lifting his head, lips shiny and swollen. His fingers slipped out of you slowly, and he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding your gaze.
“You okay?” he murmured huskily, crawling back up your body to kiss you.
His hand stroked your side soothingly, but the hard press of his erection against your thigh told you he was far from done.
