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,
ᛪ༙gist: ohyul has a breeding kink. not something he's necessarily proud to share as 'fun fact about himself'. or even one that he even knew he had until he met you.
꩜ breedingkink is abbreviated as bk! for simplicity.
bk! ohyul: what started as an accidentally forgetting to pull out on time became a habit he's become obsessed with repeating. maybe it’s his poorly veiled possessiveness that shows up in these moments. the idea that it’s his come filling you up and no one else’s.
bk! ohyul: who would lazily use the tip of his dick to spread it inside you. an oddly fascinating view. there’s the thrill of pushing back the excess cum straight into you. letting it coat your walls. letting it drip down your thighs. he'd use his fingers sometimes too. and watch the way you'd squirm at the sticky sensation. sensitive from the overuse.
bk! ohyul: who won’t even completely remove your panties but rather prefers you have them on. just pushed to your side so his releases lands on them and he can store it to future memory. sort of like a token. he'd buy you extra pairs just to get another chance to ruin them
bk! ohyul: who switches position just to see his cum run down your thighs. like when you're laying on your back, your hips hoisted against his thigh and he's using his strength to lock your waist in place. he drills into you in precise points and your body reacts equally.
when you'd get shy as youd sometimes do. his stare too intense. a pillow thrown over your face so you can hide just for a moment. but ohyul hates that more than anything. he wants to see you. wants to watch both sets of your lips .
bk! ohyul: who makes it his mission to not come before you do. he's done it once before and hated it. of course he'd always make sure you get your own release if it happens.
he knows how to pull it out of you easier. knows that you get a thrill from having him biting the soft skin below your jaw, just above your collarbone. how you clench automatically when his teeth indents on your skin. the way you'd whine out the longest moan and he'd smile in between the bites.
bk! ohyul: who doesn't really like the idea of being a parent right now. when you're both so young and have goals for your careers. really it's the intimacy of it all. how he'll sneak in a quickie at events and him knowing that you're sitting with his loads between your thighs as you greet his friends politely.
that sort of feeling rather than the physical act of conceiving a baby.
bk! ohyul: who after a slight argument wants to convince himself and you that you still belong to him. that no one else gets this side of you. no one else can you make a mess out of you this way.
How about Ohyul being incredibly clingy during sex? Like him kissing reader, holding hands and intertwining fingers, holding his face in reader's neck, kissing all over her body and saying stuff like "I love u so, so, sooooo much" nonstop... 💜
Stuck in Replay
Kwon Ohyul x fem!reader
𖹭.ᐟ synopsis: drunken night turns into a mess of feelings, series of hookups, until this time—you just lay it out. He does love you back. How does he show it? In the only way you both know of course
𖹭.ᐟ warnings: creampie, riding, he's trying to control while obviously looking stupid over you now that he knows u love him back
𖹭.ᐟ message: hello I'm back, I'm going to spam some stories, uhh my midterms r just next week so im gonna spam fics for the next few days 2 entertain u guyzz also college and my life currently has me like this:
So im rlly srry for the post inactivity BUT here u go anon I hope u and the rest enjoy (((o(*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)o)))
"Do you love me?" You ask.
Months of feelings built up with every touch, word, and grind that came out of his body. The heat was insatiable. The first time was a mistake, the second was intentional. The both of you merely tipsy— yet remembered just enough how well you fit together tangled in bed. The noises that came out of the other, the filthy slap of skin in the air.
"Of course I love you," he murmurs, voice raw. "Of course I do."
"Let me feel it."
Ohyul buries his face in your neck, his hand comes to hold the back of your head. The gesture gentle compared to the other on your hip. "I'm gonna show you."
He rolls his hips beneath you, slow, letting you feel every inch. "Again," he murmurs rasply with affection. "And again."
"You want love?" His voice is a whisper now. "This is me loving you."
Your arms find its way to his neck, wrapping around and pulling him closer, needing him like you always did.
He gladly accepts it, making a low appreciative sound as you pull him impossibly closer. He holds you in return, both his arms around your waist. "Yeah. That’s right. Don’t let go."
His hips roll up slowly, deliberately—deep and possessive—as if he’s trying to memorize the way you fit against him. As if those countless times weren't enough.
"Love you," he breathes into your skin—a whisper this time, not a boast. "So fucking much."
The air around you is suddenly so heavy, thick and closed with quiet affection.
The silence stretches—just broken by the sound of your ragged breathing and the sound of skin on skin—before Ohyul groans, his hands clenching on your hips, his voice a ragged rasp against your neck, "Can’t get close enough."
His breath is hot against your skin, his heart racing against your chest. "Need you," he moans, his grip so tight it hurts, "Need you closer, need you now."
Ohyul's arms tighten around you, his fingers pressing into your skin like he wants to crawl inside your body.
He moans against your neck—low, desperate—his hips jerking up in sharp, shallow thrusts as if he can't get deep enough. "Look at me," he rasps, voice breaking. "Please."
And when you do—he’s not smirking. Not teasing. It's needy.
His eyes are dark, glassy with something raw and real—his breath shaky as he whispers;
"I love you… I love you…"
You jolt as his pace shifts into uneven, "Love you too," You breathe out regardless. Leaning down to press a kiss against his temple.
He turns his face into your neck, nuzzling against your throat, his breath hot against your skin. Then he's pressing kisses over every inch of your neck that he can reach—almost clumsy, hungry, desperate—as he murmurs, voice rough with emotion,
"Can't hold back. Love you too much. Need you too much. Please, just—"
You could only hum in response, egging him to finish his sentence.
He pulls back, just long enough for his eyes to lock with yours once again, his expression so raw, his voice a wrecked rasp as he whispers, "Please… touch me."
His hand wraps around your wrist, lifting it up, pressing it against his chest—over his heart—before he whispers, the beat fast and shaky beneath your fingertips, "Feel that?"
His heart beats, thrumming loudly in his chest like it's trying to break his ribcage and take the piece broken from him— you. and make it whole once more.
Your hand reaches to brush at his cheek, and his eyes flutter shut briefly. Then turns his head slightly to press a kiss into you palm, desperate and sweet. "I'm yours... All yours." Ohyul whines before pressing his face into your chest, kissing, licking, anything to get the flame inside of him to die out. Instead— it sparks into fire.
"Love you, love you, love you..."
And he's kissing you—desperate, hungry—his hands tangled in your hair, holding you like he's scared you'll slip away.
"I'm here, baby..." You mumble into his barrage of kisses in an attempt to console him.
His grip loosens just slightly, his kiss slowing, deepening—softer now, but no less desperate. "Stay," he murmurs against your lips, voice raw. "Right here."
He shifts beneath you, pulling you flush against him as if he can melt into your skin. His hands slide down to your hips, guiding a slow roll—deep and aching, like every movement is a promise.
Then he whispers it again—hoarse and quiet.
"I need that… I need you here."
"You're already in me." Your legs instinctively try to close around him as he hits the sweet spot. Spongey walls squeezing his cock, eyes roll to the back of his head as he hissed in pleasure.
He groans as he savors the feeling. His hips stuttering for just a second before he grinds up deep, deliberate, hitting that spot again with quiet precision.
"Yeah," he rasps, voice rough like gravel and honey. "And I'm not going anywhere."
Ohyul lifts his head slightly to watch you: eyelids fluttering, lips parting on a silent gasp. He smirks—soft this time—and murmurs; "Feel me? Every damn inch?" A slow roll of his hips drives the point home. "That's me loving you."
He kisses and licks the skin beneath your jaw, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line along the pulse point, before nipping gently. "Need you so much, baby." He thrusts up, intending to go deeper. Making both of you arch into each other. "Need that shit.. fuuck."
"So needy... What's gotten into you?" She teased, reaching down to kiss and bite against his pulse. Returning the favor.
"You."
He turns the tables, having you underneath him now.
And the way he says the word—low and rough, with heat beneath the surface—sends another jolt of heat down his spine.
"You're so goddamn… perfect... want you to mark me all over. Every inch. Turn them purple, I don't care."
His hand intertwined with yours, fingerpads tracing every lined etched into your hands. You giggle softly in response. Which was met with a groan from him, an annoyed one.
"Don't laugh," he mutters, pressing a messy kiss against your knuckles—as if to soften the command—before adding, voice thick with frustration, "I'm trying to be romantic."
His grip loosens slightly, thumb rubbing circles against your palm—gentle, affectionate—even as his glare remains sharp.
"...And failing miserably, apparently."
"No! It's sweet. I like it." You say in between stifled laughs, "It makes me love you more."
"You're not supposed to laugh at me," he mutters. "I'm supposed to be smooth and suave, damn it."
And he tries to pout, he really does. But it's hard to keep up the facade when you're looking at him like that; flushed and wrecked and giggling.
"You're making it damn near impossible to be sexy, you know that, right?"
"You're already sexy, dummy!" Her legs wrap around his hips, trying to pull him closer.
Ohyul groans—low, ragged—as you wrap your legs around him, his control starting to fray at the seams. "Yeah?" he rasps, voice rough and breathless. "You think so?"
And he's shifting—hands gripping your hips as he rocks against you again, deep, achingly slow—like a promise… or a warning.
"Really sexy?"
You suck in a breath at the sudden shift, attention rocking back to the fact that he was still inside you after being distracted with the banter.
Ohyul grins as he feels you tense around him, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle that drags every inch against your walls. His voice drops to a husky whisper against your ear, "Oh?"
And then he presses deeper—just slightly—just enough to make your breath hitch again. "Thought you forgot," he teases, breath hot on your skin. "Too busy laughing at me."
He licks a wet line up your neck, his voice a rough rasp against your skin. "Now that you're mine, I get to have you like this… every damn day."
You let out a soft groan, your hands reaching to drape over his as he gripped your hips. One mindlessly trailing up and down his arm. Feeling him up.
Ohyul shudders under your touch, his skin burning wherever your fingers drag, his breathing going uneven. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes dark, his voice a raw whisper, "Love you."
And then he's moving—slow, deep thrusts. His grip tightening on your hips, pulling you closer with every roll of his hips until you're both gasping. "Love you baby..." you gasp, eyes half-lidded.
Ohyul moans, his whole body shuddering against you, your words like a jolt to his system. He kisses you harder, deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth like he can't get enough, like he's starving.
His hips are moving again—not a slow roll this time, but rough and desperate, like he can't hold back anymore. And in between messy kisses and ragged breaths, he pleads; "Love you too… so goddamn much… need you so bad…"
Noises and drool come out from the both of them. Kisses messy just like his thrusts.
He's muttering against your lips, his voice low and rough, a constant stream of words—words of love, words of affection, words of need—like a plea, or a prayer, or a broken record.
"Can't get enough of you… need you so deep, need to feel you like I need to breathe… love you so damn much, baby, love you…"
The wet smacking coupled with his murmurs had your head in an overdrive. Couldn't let out anything but moans.
"Good. Just like that. Just let go, I got you."
His hands grip your hips tighter—fingers pressing into flesh—as he grinds deep, slow, torturous—dragging out every second of pleasure until you're shaking.
"Let me hear how much you love it."
"Gonna— cum...!"
He chuckled, his breath still hot against your ear. "Already?" He pulled back, his gaze dark and hungry as he looked down at you.
"You really do love it that much, huh?" He murmurs, his voice teasing, his eyes glinting. "Love getting dicked down, huh?" He thrusts back in, effectively knocking you forward. Your eyes blown wide, letting out a shaky whine.
A juicy ring of white was already forming on the base of his cock, smearing on your skin. But by then, the knot in your stomach already snapped. Creaming and squeezing his cock to feel full of him.
a / n : my first time writing anything really so pls give feedback so im not posting and happy to look a mess ಥ﹏ಥ
freak!hyul who cant go a day without having to force himself to stop thinking about your pussy atleast once ( and if he cant get his brain to stop eventually he’ll just jerk off to a picture of you the second he gets the chance and if hes feeling pervy you wake up to a special video sent to you with invisible ink ( • ᴗ - ) ✧ ).
freak!hyul who studies your face in bed subtly trying different things without your knowledge figuring out how to please you just right.
freak!hyul who fucks you over anything — he had bad day? fucked. he had a good day? fucked. pissed him off? fucked. made him happy? fucked. cried? fucked. smiled? fucked. mad at him? fucked. mad at you? fucked. wearing a tight dress? fucked. wearing a baggy t shirt? fucked. etc etc and how he does it depends on the situation.
freak!hyul who your no longer allowed to wear tights around because he always rips them open since you allowed it one time ( & buys you a new expensive pair the next day just for him to eventually rip those too then the cycle repeats ).
freak!hyul who doesnt care if whoevers in the next hotel room over hears your screams or the headboard crashing against the wall and laughs whenever they bang on the wall — even if its his members.
freak!hyul who closes his mouth when you finish to let you squirt all over his face.
freak!hyul who you cant tell secrets because he thinks the frequency that you whisper at is some kind of signal that he needs to be deep in you within the next 2 hours.
freak!hyul who smiles at you lovingly no matter what hes doing to you — even if hes mad at you.
freak!hyul who loves to bite you anywhere he can.
freak!hyul who chokes you and uses his entire body weight when he tells you to stop moving and you dont listen — or when he wants to hear your strangled whimpers which he finds adorable.
freak!hyul who shuts you up with a simple hand to your throat and a “you know you love it”
𖡎 k. ohyul x reader
&&. est. relationship. fluff. you just can’t seem to get enough of ohyul’s glasses, and resort to drastic measures...
all content is purely fictional!
“baby?” ohyul calls once, then twice, before he repeats your name again as he makes his third round around the small hotel room. “have you seen my contacts?”
you’re sitting on the bed pretending to read a book, though most of your focus is going into making yourself look not-guilty.
“no,” you answer dutifully, turning another page you haven’t read.
“i swear i just had them.” you look up and have to do a double take. damn. ohyul always looks good, but standing there with his hands on his hips, hair messy from lying around all day, zip-up sliding off one shoulder to expose his bicep in that tank, with his glasses sliding low on his nose? angelic.
you force yourself to look back down, biting your lip to hide your smile.
“what’s wrong with the glasses?” you ask innocently. ohyul sighs.
“nothing, it’s just easier without having to carry them around ‘n stuff — especially when i’m dancing.”
you hum, sinking back into the pillows to watch him from behind your book as he paces around some more, still searching.
“this place is not that big,” he grouses, “they’ve gotta be here somewhere.”
your head falls back as he leans over you to check the shelf above the headboard. he catches your gaze where from you’re staring at him below. his lips quirk up a little at your beaming smile.
“what?”
“nothing,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “you just look hot in glasses.”
ohyul grins. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you answer, giggling when his arms drop to either side of you, caging you in against the pillows as he climbs on top of you. his lips meet yours, glasses fogging up, and the kiss makes you so breathless that you don’t notice his hands slipping behind the pillows at your back.
“aha!” he cries, snatching the contact case from where you’d stashed it under the pillows. he sits back, holding it out of reach while you try to grab it back. “little sneak.”
he laughs when you fall forward against him, steadying you with his free hand around your waist. “i kinda need these, you know,” he hums down at your pouting face.
“i like the glasses.”
“i can tell,” he teases, laughing again at your disdained expression. he kisses the pout on your lips once more before disentangling himself and getting to his feet. “freak.”
“just leave them for today!” you call after him in a dramatic plea as he gathers his things to change in the hotel bathroom, still laughing at you.
pairing: ohyul x reader, ryul x reader
summary: things they do with you in daily life that showcase their more dominating nature . . . !
author's note: my first lngshot post! many more to come hehe, my inbox will always be open to any recs, ideas, or thoughts to share - aerin
ryul:
ryul is 100% the typa guy that will spread out on the two seat couch when you get up, so that when you come back there's no space to sit and you're left with no other choice but to sit on his lap. he'll scoot forward an inch, lean back against the cushions, and pat his thigh with a smug look, beckoning you with his half lidded eyes peering up through his lashes. when you're behind closed doors, he's quick to wrap a strong arm around your waist and pull you back flush against his chest, slotting his nose into the space where your jaw meets your neck and exhaling a content sight. his other hand grips your knee, reminding you he can keep you there so long as he pleases. around others, ryul likes to pick the most inconvenient seating option, usually a space or surface meant only for one, so that you have to stand in front of him in between his legs, or if he's feeling extra affectionate, he'll pull you by your arm as you look around for another seat, bringing you to sit on his knee as he continues his conversation without any disruption. you grumble about it to him afterwards, displeased with the lack of manners you felt like he was showing to his conversation partner, but he catches the hand you were about to smack his chest with and presses a firm kiss to your palm, "i'm sorry, baby, i doubt they cared or even noticed though," he reassures. he'll attempt a half hearted promise not to do it again, but he secretly loves the feeling of your weight on him too much to ever stick to his word.
ryul is also such a sucker for hand feeding you. he truly couldn't care less what someone might say about how whipped he is, he loves when you're happy and fed and content and what better way to ensure that than to do it himself!! obv it's never in an overbearing way, he lets you do your own thing for most of the meal but whenever you get distracted explaining to him the newest youtube video essay you watched, your plate of food long forgotten, ryul's hands are basically itching to spoon you another bite while its still hot.
if you're at a cafe, he'll break off a piece of his own croissant to feed you, even though you already have your own, and a muffin and a fruit tart.... at a restaurant, his hand is hovering in front of your mouth with a spoonful of his soup, waiting for you to subconsciously open up in the middle of your ramble, even when you try swatting his hand away, embarrassed that someone might see. when the dessert comes out, he always wants to give you the first bite, scooping up some of the cream on the little coffee spoon for you and loving the way your face scrunches up in delight.
ryul without a doubt, thinks of himself as the provider and protector. he loves to pay for you any chance he gets. whether that be a dubai jjundeok cookie you always get with your coffee, your makeup essentials you always restock up on whenever you pass by the store, adding money to your subway card, your nails, hair, etc. you name it he pays for it. at first, you really protested, insisting that you at least cover the dessert, but to him its a failure as a boyfriend to not provide financially. every so often, you try to tap your apple/samsung pay before him without success. he lovesss when you text him a few inspo pictures for your next nail set, he wordlessly hearts the one he likes the most and a notification for a bank transfer from him comes in soon after. it not only boosts his ego, but it also reassures him that the person he loves is taken care of and comfortable. after a certain point, it becomes such second nature that you don't even look at the prices on a menu anymore when you're with him, but little did you know, that's exactly what he was aiming for muahaha
lastly, one of ryul's favorite parts of your guys' night time routine together is washing your hair for you in the shower. he loves it not only because you do it to him in return, but because he truly enjoys the feeling of you relaxing under his touch. the height difference is also so striking in the shower when the top of your head barely reaches his shoulders, the expanse of your back so small and delicate to him. he's obsessed with how smooth your hair gets after the conditioner is rinsed out, "how is it so silky?!?" he's so fascinated every. single. time. the fruity notes of your matching shampoo and body wash are especially strong as the steam condenses on the tiles, a scent that ryul always says could wake him out of a coma. he steps out first, so that he can dry off while you savor the last of the hot water. when you're ready to come out, he loves to dry you off with your towel, bundling you up in the fabric like a swaddled baby. its one of those rare moments you get to see ryul so careful and sensitive, he's usually air boxing or fake dunking around you, but after a shower he claims that your pheromones and the artificial fragrances from the soap mix and rewire his nerve endings turning him into a simp, whatever that means :[
ohyul:
ohyul pretends like he doesn't, and when asked about it, will act like he doesn't know what you're talking about, but in reality he is constantly checking your location on find my friends. you're the only person he has location turned on for besides his sister. not in any possessive way, but he just likes knowing where you are and what you're doing especially during times when you can't be together or if you've been away from each other for a bit. every morning on his way to work, he sends you a good morning text, giving a brief summary of his schedule for the day and asking you about yours. he loves when you're detailed, naming exactly which friend(s) you're going to see, the specific items of clothing you're looking for if you're going shopping, what drinks you had at the bar with your coworkers, etc. it makes him feel like he was there when he can't be. when he has free time in between shoots, he's checking up on your location, mentally running through your agenda and placing where you are on it according to your location. when you surprise visit him at the company, you send him a screenshot of your contact profile next to his on the map and he loves that you entertain his odd quirks. if he's out of the country on an abroad schedule, he checks your location more frequently, seeing you at home or at your usual spots gives him a sense of familiarity and comfort when he needs it.
ohyul finds it really endearing when you accidentally get food on your face, its instinct for him to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, sometimes, if not most of the time, licking whatever it was off. you find it gross every time, moaning about how he just needs to hand you a napkin or something, but it falls on deaf ears because one of ohyul's love languages at this point is wiping your face for you. if you fall asleep with your makeup on, you're woken up by ohyul wiping the smudged eyeliner on your temple. its turns him on to no end when your lip gloss smudges and transfers to his skin whenever he kisses you. it hurts him to wipe off the pretty sparkle from your lips, but the sight of his fingers near your mouth stays in his head for days after. when you guys have your silent ipad kid doom scroll time together, its almost inevitable that your feed produces some kind of sad or heartwarming video about animals, the latest being about a pitbull that saved his puppy brother from drowning in a pool, and the waterworks are instant. ohyul has learned to become less and less startled when this happens, but nonetheless he still pulls you into his chest. "aigoo, my baby," he coos while you dampen his t-shirt with your tears. with one hand under your chin, he tilts your face up to him, his other hand coming around to wipe away at the wet tracks on your cheeks. "what did you see?" he asks as you stammer unintelligibly, his thumb swipes under your nose distracting you momentarily from your hiccupping. "y-you're so gross actually," you cringe, but it doesn't faze him. he just kisses the tip of your nose and holds his arms out for one last comforting hug.
words of affirmation is undoubtedly ohyul's default method of showing affection. its so easy for him to slip out a "good job, baby" whenever you're beaming up at him, him being the first person you want to share whatever you're proud about makes his heart thump painfully in his chest. with ohyul, its natural for him to shower you in compliments and praise for even the most basic of accomplishments.
you meal prepped your breakfast for the week? "baby, you are so impressive, i wish i could cook like you,"
you got positive feedback from your senior at work? "of course you did, my love, they would be blind to not recognize your hard work,"
you went to your pilates class, instead of skipping even though you were exhausted? "lock innn, nice job babe,"
sometimes, it can even be completely irrelevant. you text him "i got a cinnamon latte this morning, instead of my usual vanilla latte and it was so yum," and he'll text back "let her cook,".
lastly, you always forget how much you appreciate ohyul's habit of holding your things until he's not there with you. when the two of you go shopping, the shopping bag doesn't even come close to touching you, he takes it from the cashier's hands from the very beginning, letting you hold nothing besides your drink or your phone. when the bags get heavy, ohyul still insists on holding all of them, switching some to the other hand so that he still has a free one for you to hold. it makes him feel manly, and he lowkey judges other guys that pass by him for not holding their girlfriend's bags. he doesn't hesitate when you ask him to wear your purse because it was hurting your shoulder and then ask if you can put your phone in his pants pocket because none of yours were big enough. he's def the kind of guy that carries in all the grocery bags at once even if it looks ridiculous. when you've had a few drinks, he'll hold your bag, jacket, and shoes in one hand, and hold your leg wrapped around him with the other as he piggybacks you on the way to the car. whenever you're out with ohyul, you're literally the personification of "she almost formed a thought" because he takes care of all the responsibilities!!
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
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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.
