summary; you thought it would be funny to avoid your boyfriends kisses for a day. one is panicking, the other is already plotting revenge and in the end.. you’re still the one getting attacked with kisses
warnings; kissing, overthinking (for ohyul)
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kwon ohyul
he wakes up first,
or… kind of?
he’s still half asleep when he rolls over automatically, one arm reaching for you under the blankets,
the second he feels you there, warm and sleepy beside him, he smiles a little into the pillow,
then he leans in,
except right before his lips meet yours, you suddenly shift..
like you’re getting comfortable and his kiss misses completely,
he pauses for half a second, his eyes still barely open,
“..bro?”
you don’t even react, just snuggle deeper into the blanket,
he squints at you sleepily before deciding it’s literally 8am and his brain probably doesn’t work yet,
so instead he just wraps himself around you like a koala and goes back to lying there, enjoying his last bit of peace for the day
except, he doesn’t know yet
later, you’re both in the kitchen,
you’re making coffee while ohyul stands beside you looking genuinely lifeless, scrolling on his phone but not really seeing anything,
“why are you moving like a divorced father,” you ask,
“because i’m awake,”
“right, valid,” you laugh softly,
he immediately looks up,
there it is, that tiny smile like he won something,
he leans down instinctively, aiming for a quick kiss while you’re still smiling but you turn away at the exact same moment to grab your mug,
he freezes and there’s a small silence,
you continue stirring your drink and he slowly straightens back up,
“..okay,”
his brain is loading, because technicallyyyyy that could’ve been accidental?
probably accidental,
right?
he watches you for another second,
you don’t react at all,
so eventually he just goes back to scrolling, but now there’s a visible crease between his eyebrows..
an hour later, you’re sitting beside him on the couch showing him videos on your phone,
he’s distracted, laughing and relaxed again,
completely forgot about the weirdness from earlier,
until you show him one video that makes you laugh so hard you lean against his shoulder,
and immediately, automatically, he turns to kiss you,
except you suddenly look back down at your phone,
again.
missed.
his lips almost hit air and this time he just knows,
his eyes slowly lift from your phone to your face,
you’re still scrolling, completely normal, completely casual and completely unbothered?
meanwhile this man is internally buffering, because what the hell was that?
again.
he keeps staring for a second too long,
you glance up, “what?”
“..nothing,”
but now he’s confused, like genuinely confused, because you didn’t act awkward or annoyed,
or upset..
you’re literally acting normal, which somehow makes it worse?
the 3rd time happens so naturally he almost forgets to be suspicious,
you’re standing in front of the fridge deciding what snack to eat,
he walks up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder while peeking inside,
“we have no food,” he complains,
“there’s literally food right there,”
“ingredients are not food,”
you snort,
he grins a little at making you laugh again, then turns his head to kiss your cheek,
and you move at the exact wrong time again,
his lips hit the air beside your face,
silence.
he slowly pulls back,
“..nah,”
you grab a drink and close the fridge like nothing
happened,
oh he knows now..
100%,
because 3 times??
statistically impossible
he stands there staring at the back of your head like he’s trying to solve a murder case,
you walk past him casually and he turns slowly,
“..hello???”
you blink innocently, “hm?”
he just looks at you, trying to read your mind or something,
but internally???
this man is losing it.
the 4th time is what starts the overthinking,
because now he’s replaying every interaction from the past week in his head,
you’re both getting ready to leave the apartment when he holds the door open for you,
you smile at him while walking past,
cute, normal and sweet, just how he likes you the most,
so he naturally leans in again,
and you suddenly fix your sleeve at the exact moment.. missed.
again.
his smile drops for like half a second,
not dramatically but just enough and you almost feel bad..
almost,
because now he’s spiralling,
he follows behind you quietly, brain moving at 900km/h,
did he say something wrong recently?
wait??
was it when he ate your fries last week???
no because you said it was fine but what if it wasn’t fine??
or maybe when he forgot to reply for two hours yesterday???
was it the joke about your show being confusing???
he starts mentally drafting apology paragraphs over literally nothing,
meanwhile you’re just walking beside him normally like la la la!
and it’s making him completely spiral
by the 5th time he genuinely looks stressed,
you’re sitting beside each other again later that night, your legs over his lap while he scrolls through something on his phone,
everything feels normal,
which is why he finally thinks: okay maybe i imagined it, maybe i’m insane,
so when you look up at him while talking, he leans in again naturally without thinking too hard about it,
and you dodge him,
again.
this time he goes completely still and you keep talking for another two seconds before noticing he hasn’t responded,
“..ohyul?”
he blinks, then slowly lowers his phone,
“..okay wait,”
he sighs out like he’s been holding it in for days,
“did i do something?”
you bite your cheek immediately,
he looks genuinely concerned now,
“because i feel like every time i try to kiss you today, you avoid me..”
you try so hard not to laugh,
“what?”
“like actually,” he sits up straighter now, “am i crazy??”
“maybe?”
“no because it keeps happening,”
he looks deeply disturbed by this realization too,
“and the worst part is i can’t even tell if you’re doing it on purpose or if the universe just hates me specifically,”
you finally crack a smile,
his eyes narrow instantly,
“..wait,”
you look away, trying to bite back your smile,
“WAIT?!”
he grabs your ankle dramatically, “nah nah nah don’t do that,”
you’re already laughing,”
“YOU WERE DOING IT ON PURPOSE??”
you collapse against the couch giggling,
“i just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice!”
“NOTICE???” he looks genuinely offended, like actually offended, “i noticed hours ago, i just thought you secretly hated me now,”
you laugh harder,
he stares at you in disbelief for another second before immediately lunging forward,
“come here,”
“ohyul no-“
too late,
he grabs your face and attacks you with kisses instantly, dramatic and relentless while you squeal and try to shove him away,
“you’re evil,” kiss. “actually evil,” kiss. “i was this close to apologising for things i didn’t even do,”
“stoppp-“
“no because why was i sitting there reflecting on things that never even happened,”
you’re literally crying laughing at this point,
he finally pulls back just enough to glare at you,
“..you enjoyed watching me suffer,”
you grin, “a little,”
he gasps softly like he’s heartbroken, then immediately kisses you again anyway,
because in his defense,
he has some missed kisses to make up for
kim ryul
the first time it happens, ryul doesn’t think much of it,
you’re both still half asleep, tangled together in bed while he scrolls lazily through his phone with one eye open,
you shift beside him with a quiet groan, face pressed into his shoulder,
he smiles a little,
then tilts your chin up automatically to kiss you,
muscle memory, except right before he does, you suddenly bury your face into the blanket instead,
his lips hit the corner of the pillow,
there’s a pause,
“good morning to you too,” he mumbles sleepily,
you just hum innocently,
he snorts quietly and lets it go,
probably accidental,
whatever
the 2nd time though???
oh he notices immediately,
you’re in the kitchen making coffee while he stands behind you, one arm around your waist,
he’s talking about something stupid he saw online while you pretend to listen,
“and then the comments started fighting like it was the united nations-“
“mhm,”
“you’re not listening to me,”
“i am,”
“repeat what i said,”
“..something exploded,”
“close enough,”
he laughs softly, then leans down casually to kiss you-
and you turn your head at the exact same second to grab your mug,
silence..
his eyes narrow instantly, there’s no hesitation too because he catches on immediately,
slowly, he straightens up behind you,
“..what are you trynna do?” he chuckles,
you blink innocently, “what?”
“that,”
“what,”
“that little matrix dodge you just did,”
you fight so hard not to smile,
“i literally grabbed my coffee?”
he just hummed, squinting at you suspiciously,
“you think you’re slick,”
“you think too much
he just stares,
because absolutely not?
ain’t no way you’re avoiding his kisses
the 3rd time confirms it for him completely,
you’re both sitting on the couch, your legs thrown over his lap while he scrolls on his phone,
every few seconds he glances at you,
just watching and waiting,
you already know he’s suspicious,
then you laugh at something on your screen and look over at him,
he immediately leans in and you dodge again, except this time he reacts instantly,
one hand grabs your jaw gently before you can fully escape and he kisses you anyway,
properly too
slow enough that your brain short circuits for a second,
when he pulls back, he keeps his hand on your face, eyes narrowed slightly,
“stop doing that,”
you stare at him innocently, “doing what?”
“yn,”
he’s already trying not to laugh,
you bite the inside of your cheek,
“i genuinely don’t know what you mean,”
“you’re a liar,”
“prove it,”
his jaw literally drops a little, but his eyes are full of amusement,
“oh you wanna play games,”
the 4th time is where he’s fully over your nonsense,
you’re standing in the hallway fixing your shoes while he grabs his keys,
he walks over, one hand in his pocket, looking way too confident for someone about to get curved again,
then he tilts your chin up lightly,
“i dare you dodge now,”
you almost burst out laughing immediately,
“or what?”
“you’re sleeping outside tonight,”
“you wouldn’t survive without me,”
“true,” he says easily, “but i’d survive long enough to humble you,”
you grin,
he leans in slowly this time,
like he’s giving you a chance to reconsider your actions,
and still-
you turn away immediately,
silence
then,
“..okay,”
you barely get half a laugh out before he grabs your face with both hands,
“ryul WA-“
too late,
he kisses you relentlessly while you squeal, laughing so hard you can barely breathe while he keeps holding your face still,
“nah because now you’re annoying me,” kiss. “all day with this nonsense,” kiss. “acting like i don’t notice things,”
“stopp-“
“absolutely not,”
he keeps kissing you between words just to make you more dramatic about it,
then finally pulls back with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen,
“..thought you were funny,”
“i am funny,”
“you’re not,”
you think that’s the end of it,
until later that night,
you’re both back on the couch again, your head resting against his shoulder while he scrolls through something on his phone,
everything feels normal now,
which is why you don’t think twice before tilting your head up to kiss him,
except right before your lips touch..
he turns away,
your lips hit his cheek,
you freeze and slowly look at him,
he’s still scrolling casually,
“..excuse me?”
he hums innocently,
you narrow your eyes immediately,
he looks over and the smirk on his face is evil,
“sucks huh?”
you gasp dramatically,
“oh you’re sick in the head,”
“really?” he tilts his head, “because earlier someone had me out here fighting for my life trying to kiss my own girlfriend,”
you try not to laugh,
but obviously fail immediately
and he notices too,
“yeah laugh now,”
you grab his face instantly, “come here,”
he leans back slightly, “nah,”
“ryul,”
“what? maybe i don’t wanna kiss you,”
“you are literally obsessed with kissing me,”
“not anymore,”
you grab his hoodie, trying to pull him closer while he keeps leaning away on purpose now just to be annoying,
“ryul i swear to god-“
he laughs quietly before finally giving in, one hand sliding around your waist while he kisses you properly this time,
when he pulls away, he taps your cheek lightly,
“don’t start battles you can’t win,”
you squint at him,
“..i could absolutely win,”
he smiles, “cute,”
then kisses you again because you’re finally done playing games
when ryul gets drunk, he becomes brutally honest. not the kind of honest that starts arguments or reveals secrets, but the kind of honest that makes it painfully obvious of how much he likes you.
which is unfortunate, for everyone else.
because sober ryul at least pretends to have self-control.
but drunk ryul?
absolutely not.
the second alcohol hits his system, he suddenly needs to be touching you at all times.
a hand on your waist. his arm around your shoulder. his chin resting on top of your head. his fingers tangled with yours. anything and everything.
he just simply refuses to leave you alone.
it starts about an hour into the party.
the music isn't too loud, and people are scattered around the room talking. and you're standing near the bar with one of your friends when you suddenly feel a familiar pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, without any warning and shame.
you don't even need to turn around to know who it is.
"hi, baby." his voice slightly slurred. not concerning, but enough to tell that he's definitely tipsy.
you laugh softly and glance over your shoulder.
"hi, ryul," he only hums in response, tightening his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.
"you okay, babe?" you asked softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. one of your hands came up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing across his skin.
ryul immediately leaned into your touch.
"mhmh..."
his eyes fluttered shut for a second, and he looked way softer than he did five seconds ago.
and you couldn't help but smile.
"yeah?" you teased quitely.
another hum.
and before you knew it, he was practically melting against you, all of his weight leaning onto your shoulder as if standing by himself had become way too much work.
"girl," your friend stared at the two of you, looking completely bewildered.
"does he always do this?"
you glanced down at the arms currently wrapped around your waist before laughing softly.
"pretty much."
"we're literally in the middle of a conversation."
before you could answer, ryul spoke up from behind you.
"doesn't matter."
your friend blinked.
"...i can hear and see you."
"good."
ryul tightened his hold around your waist immediately.
dramatically & possessively.
like he genuinely believed somebody might steal you if he let go for more than three seconds.
"she likes me more."
your friend burst out laughing.
"oh my god."
"it's true," ryul insisted.
you rolled your eyes.
"ryul."
"what?"
"you're being weird."
he gasps. like actually gasps. then lifts his head from your shoulder just to stare at you in disbelief.
"you think i'm weird?"
"...a little."
"wow."
he shakes his head dramatically before burying his face against your neck.
"i've never been more betrayed in my life."
it only gets even worse from here. because now that ryul has attached himself to you, he refuses to leave. and everywhere you go, he follows.
when you walk to the bar to get another drink, he's right behind you with his arm wrapped securely around your waist.
when you sit down on one of the couches, he immediately drops beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.
at one point, you leave to use the bathroom.
and when you come back?
he's already waiting outside the bathroom door. leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
you stop in front of him, trying to hold back a smile.
"were you waiting for me?"
"yeah."
"...why?"
he blinks. once. like you've just asked the most ridiculous question imaginable.
"cause you left."
you stare.
ryul pouts slightly. like actually pouts.
"and i missed you."
your heart immediately betrays you.
"ryul."
"what?"
"i went to the bathroom for three minutes."
"longest three minutes of my life."
you laugh despite yourself.
and ryul immediately brightens. because apparently, making you laugh was worth standing outside a bathroom waiting for you.
which, honestly?
explains a lot about him.
"you're ridiculous."
"but you love me."
you roll your eyes, though the smile on your face gives you away immediately.
"maybe."
"maybe?"
he narrows his eyes dramatically.
"that's crazy. after i suffered for three whole minutes."
"you survived."
"barely."
before he can continue complaining, you reach up and gently cup his cheek.
the words die in his throat immediately.
then, before he can process what's happening, you lean forward and press a quick kiss against his cheek.
soft and warm, gone in a second.
and ryul freezes completely.
"...baby."
you laugh softly.
"what?"
he just stares at you. speechless for once in his life.
but then a slow grin starts spreading across his face. the kind that means he's about to become even more unbearable.
"do that again."
"absolutely not."
"please?"
"no."
"baby."
"ryul."
"baby."
you groan. immediately regretting it when he wraps his arms around your waist again, looking entirely too pleased with himself. because now he has a new reason to stay attached to you for the rest of the night.
the grin on ryul's face never disappeared after that.
not even a little.
if anything, it got worse.
because apparently one kiss on the cheek was enough to make him completely insufferable for the rest of the night.
he stayed attached to your side the entire time, his hand always finding yours the second you started walking. his fingers immediately intertwined with yours, holding on like he was afraid you'd somehow disappear again.
you can only laugh and let him.
because honestly? you were starting to get used to it.
the others, however, were not.
especially louis.
"hyung."
"what."
louis stared at the two of you in disbelief.
"you've followed y/n noona into four different spots tonight."
ryul glanced over.
"and?"
"and that's not normal."
"yes it is."
"NO IT ISN'T."
woojin who's beside him immediately nodded.
"he's right. this is actually getting concerning."
"thank you," louis said, pointing at woojin dramatically before turning back to ryul. "i saw you standing outside the bathroom waiting for her."
ryul frowned slightly.
"that's because she was in there."
louis and woojin blinked in disbelief.
"THAT'S NOT AN EXPLANATION."
you couldn't help but laugh.
which only made ryul smile.
"see?" ryul said, gesturing toward you proudly. "she gets it."
"she absolutely does not get it," louis shot back immediately.
"i do a little bit," you admitted.
"NOONA!"
"baby, thank you."
"STOP ENCOURAGING HIM."
ryul ignores him completely.
instead, he immediately reaches for your hand again.
things reach their peak when a random guy decided to sit beside you.
that's it. that's the crime.
and suddenly ryul looks offended. like someone personally insulted him.
you notice immediately.
mostly because his arm tightens around your waist.
"ryul."
"hm?"
"why are you glaring?"
"i'm not."
you look directly at him.
he looks directly at the random guy.
and the guy looks terrified.
"...babe."
"what?"
"you're definitely glaring."
"only a little."
"RYUL."
he sighs dramatically before finally looking away.
then, without warning, he gently cups your face and presses a kiss on your lips.
right there. in front of everybody. just because.
and your face immediately felt warm.
"what was that for?"
he shrugs.
"felt like it," ryul simply said.
of course he did.
later that night, when the party starts winding down and people begin heading home, you finally manage to get ryul into the passenger seat of your car.
which should've made things easier. but it doesn't. because now he has you all to himself.
the moment you start driving, he turns in his seat to face you completely.
and just... stares.
you glance over.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"because you're pretty."
you almost missed a turn.
"ryul."
"what?"
"stop."
"i'm serious."
he sounds genuinely confused. like he doesn't understand why that's embarrassing.
"you're really pretty."
you can feel yourself smiling despite your best efforts.
a few minutes later, the car grows quiet.
you assume he's finally falling asleep.
until you feel his fingers finding yours across the center console.
holding your hand loosely and comfortably.
like he can't help himself.
and when you finally get home, you barely make it through the front door before ryul wraps himself around you again.
his arms slide around your waist immediately while his face disappears into your shoulder.
and for the first time all night, he's completely quiet.
"babe?"
he hums softly.
"you tired?"
another hum. but this one is sleepier.
you smile and run your fingers through his hair.
and he melts in an instant. the tension leaves his shoulders. his grip loosens slightly. and he leans into your touch without even realizing it.
"you know," you murmur softly, "you're very clingy when you're drunk."
you feel him smile against your shoulder.
"only when it's you."
and honestly?
you think that might be the sweetest thing he's said all night.
which is saying a lot.
because he's spent the entire evening attached to your side, kissing you whenever he felt like it, holding your hand every chance he got, and looking at you like you were the best thing in the room.
a few minutes later, he's asleep. half on top of you. arms still around your waist. completely unwilling to let go even in his sleep.
and as you sit there trapped beneath your ridiculously clingy boyfriend, gently brushing your fingers through his hair while he sleeps against you, you can't help laughing quietly to yourself.
because tomorrow morning, ryul is going to be so embarrassed.
but tonight? he's too busy loving you out loud to care.
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HIIIIIIIII, I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER RYUL FIC. CUZ I'M JUST SIMPLY OBSESSED WITH HIM. AND I CAN'T HELP IT. HEHE.
hope you all enjoyed this one too! and enjoyed my other two ryul fic. thank you for reading my fic and giving it lots of love!
Toying with the strings of his sweatshirt in the dark room, only the light from the TV reflecting back over his dazed features, bouncing onto the shadowy walls
both of you caught between dozing off and seeing the movie you’d agreed upon
“Can I little spoon you”
Ryul breathed into the crook of your neck—hand rested on your hip, his own nudging you lazily,
wanting you to turn onto your side over his black sheets
“I’m about ready to fall asleep—c’mon
He complained, eyes looking up from your chest, pouting faintly
“Hmm—I’m tired too, just don’t put too much weight on me I’ll get hot”
“I’ll try not to babe”
Sounds from the screen muffled when you pressed your cheek to the cold pillow, bed creaking softly as you turned over—hip bone pressing into the spongy mattress, your line of sight now his white closet door
Ryul brought his lips to your forehead—chaste peck placed by thin lips, grinning comfortably
wrapping a solid arm he weaved around your waist, bringing you closer to meet his tight chest—legs intertwined between yours
He sighed deeply,
“Perfect—sleep now princess”
Retaliating, “Don’t tell me what to d—,
both your eyes shifted to the large pixels when breathy moans came from the speakers, realizing the volume was way too loud
The actress busy undressing on the screen alongside the male lead actor—, going at each others face with kisses,
Your eyes automatically shot wide, the calm nerves firing up in embarrassment and something…unfamiliar
Ryul was busy breathing warmly into your ear, watching the scene, caught off–guard himself—his hand shifting behind him, blindly trying to search for the remote, eyes un–peeling from your expressions
His tan cheeks flared up—noticing just how close you were to him before feeling the remote hit his clammy palms,
thumb shakily moving over the power button,
screen shifting to a pitiless black when he clicked, room now pitch dark
“Are you an idiot, why’d you turn it off”
“What?” He snapped, “what do you mean why? They were about to fuck, we’re tired anyways let’s go to sleep”
Rolling your eyes in the pitch black, you shifted back more—uncomfortable in the sudden darkness unable to see him
“But babe you know I like sleeping with sounds in the background”
He sighed deeper into your ear, scoffing
“Just tell me you’re not tired—say it”
“Wha—no I am tired, I just nee—
Ryuls lips pressed to the soft flesh of your earlobe, mouth parting
“I said say it, because now we really can’t sleep”
His hips molded behind yours closer—thighs pining your body to his till you noticed…
it hit your leg, sharp, heavy
“Ryul what’s that”
He growled low when you shifted—testing, your ass trying to make out shape of the rough object digging below the sheets
“Why’re you acting dumb, just because we’re virgins doesn’t mean we didn’t take anatomy”
giggling, your boyfriends hand moved to your front—tugging below the hem of your shirt to palm at your bare stomach
“So it really is your dick hm, pervert—
“..Pervert! Really! You’re the one that keeps bumping your ass into my boner, watch ou—
He hissed, biting his lip to muffle a guttural moan when you grinded harder behind you—feeling his cock twitch in his shorts—pressed suffocatingly flat between his thigh and your mounds
his hand massaged at the soft lump of your lower stomach, anchoring you perfectly to him to thrust in relief
His vulnerable whimpers hitting your ear wetly
“This slow enough for you?”
Nodding, his movements riled up—breathy moans charging up into growls, lips trudging over yours in lazy–wet pecks,
mouths hung agape in pleasure
“I’m really wet Ryul, like a lot”
He tongued at your inner cheek, groaning
“Mm’ yea? Why’s that hm”
His hips snapped futile thrust over your clothed ass, moving his hand down to trace the outline of your panties, middle finger dipping between the clothed slit, circling the cold dampness against your folds
“Because I made you this hard, it’s so hot—haa’h keep touching me there”
Grinds quickly matched pace—slow, sometimes rapid, then pausing from the intense stimulation you gave each other
Eventually, Ryul couldn’t take it anymore
He was either cumming in his shorts, or cumming in general—the present was too lewd for him to hold back
… how helpless you felt, not handling it anymore yourself, clit twitching in animalistic, anticipation building, needing to land before imploding deep within you
“Need more of me right, bet you do”,
teeth let go of your neck, new splotches joining the dozen others he’d finish marking
“Obviously, I know you do too babe”
“Mhm,” he peck your lips “want me to handle it? I’ll go slow, unless you got other ideas?”
Turning around to face him, you leaned closer—palm touching the foreign spot of his bulge over the wet shorts clinging to his cock,
his gasp joined the sound of the buzzing AC in the peaceful background—
“Let’s do it like this—facing each other. Is that better?”
“Mmm—but if you keep touching me like that I’ll bust all over your hand”
You raised a brow, not looking away from him, “yeah? Then take it out yourself I won’t touch”
Before you reached away, his hand quickly caught your wrist—holding it in place, eyes narrowed over your shadowy features
“No, leave it there. Take it out yourself and put my cock where you want it”
“Hah—so you’re wanting me to do all the work?”
He sat up, arrogantly grinning
“No princess, I just want you to be sure of what you’re getting yourself into, yea?
“Stop speaking to me like I’m a child and come here, why’d you get u—
Ryuls arms pinned to the sides of your head—holding up his weight as he shifted over you, lowering his bottom half
“I’m right here—take it out, I’ll do the rest”
Hurriedly, your fingers pulled down his shorts—eyes blind to the grey boxers he was sporting,
dick straining the fabric seductively, if you would’ve been able to see it clearly, your mouth would’ve wrapped around it in seconds
…but you settled for feeling it, taking it out
heavy, pre–cum cool around sticky flesh, thick lines pressed to the patterns of your digits,
his hips jutted, cock gliding instinctively in your hand—as if it were a flesh-light
“You fine babe?” jerking him off slowly—your thumb caressed the leaking mushroom tip’s slit experimentally, earning a low growl from Ryul, “I’m putting it where I want it now—” you added
“Hurry up, stop doing that I’m about to cum”, he panted, muscles tensing to hold back snapping into your hand, stilling his hips obediently
Patiently waiting, he heard you slide off your panties, pressing his tip to meet over your wet folds,
instant pleasure coursed though him—spilling out in a choked moan,
hands meeting your waist to pin you down,
“Shit—let me handle the rest”
he pumped his cock once
slowly, he entered you, sighing deeply, hips jutting out of pace awkwardly
a complete beginner at the feeling of your plush walls electrifying his very being, sucking him in dangerously, he already knew he’d become addicted to this newfound sensation forever,
unlocking a level of vulnerability in the relationship,
him craving more already despite his thick head lodged into you
He tapped your thigh, waiting for approval “can I move more baby”
Annoyed, your hips met his in a hard thrust up—knocking the wind out of yourself at your daring actions
Ryul landed over you at the feeling of you voluntarily bottoming him out, voice cracking in defeat against your hair
“Fuck was that about you bra—,
His muscles relaxed as you moved against him—rolling your hips around the pain, loving the feeling of his cock ripping freshly into you
“Woah—nnghh’, feels new Ryul”
Your boyfriend laughed into the crook of your neck, half in disbelief, half breathless from your tightness
“You’re bold today ..what’s gotten into you hm?”, his fingers trudged back at your lower stomach—palming the trace of his cock fucking in you—making you wince
“You’re literally in me—mmh’ so I guess you”
Your hand shifted his fingers lower—wanting him to give your puffy clit attention
he scoffed, sharp corners raising—grinning in amusement, he rolled the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers—tugging experimentally
You gasped, arching into his chest, gripping at his silky hair
It felt different from when you touched yourself..
Ryul lowered his face to gnaw at your peaks—tongue circling the sharp buds in fleeting relief, suckling hard at your taut nipples
His teeth grazed back up—tracing your neck-line before kissing you—making out the way those two actors were in the movie, yet more tender, much more heated when his teeth clamped your lower lip—pulling it to suck the raw skin into his mouth
“Mm—“, his hand moved faster over your clit,
“cum for me baby”,
he went back to kissing you, growling into your mouth when you pushed his hips lower, wrapping your legs tightly around his lean waists, gesturing him to pound into you faster,
not feeling excruciating pain any longer—just mind numbing ecstasy from the way your virgin boyfriend hit your walls skillfully, amazing your untouched body to its very core—wondering how he mastered you in one try,
the way he played with your clit deliciously, knowing when to tug at it, rub it, let his pubic bone slap against it
the way he made out with your breasts—tongue circling the bud intoxicatingly, the sensation something you drowned in—feeling high above the clouds
…finally, you both released around each other, leaning down to peck your wet eyes
Soft pants enveloping the dark room once filled with sleepiness,
now filled with a reached stepping stone as sighs mixed in the air…
afterwards, he slid out of you—landing back beside you, pulling you closer to his chest, in need of your dewy skin pressed to his
His hand moved to caress your hair—nose nudged deep in the crook of your neck
whispering,
“I’ll carry you around anywhere if you wake up sore…run you a bath..bring you food in bed..,
He’d fall asleep cooing praises of how he’d take care of you afterwards, fingers tangled in your messy locks, breaths eventually blue-toothed in rhythm, both dozed off
瑞立.ᐟ PAINT YOU IN GREEN. in which, Ryul is deeply convinced his girlfriend doesn’t need another man in her life, but what he most definitely doesn’t fuck with ? seeing another man’s name saved in her contacts.
He had eyes that would wander around the room, trying to see what everyone was doing, not in a weird way, -debatably- just like a curious little mouse sticking its nose everywhere. But today, that curiosity was bordering on a frantic, restless sort of hunger.
He was supposed to be relaxing as it was one of his rare day-offs, leaning back against the headboard while you scrolled through your phone, but his focus wasn't on the TV or the music playing in the background.
It was on the way your thumb swiped rhythmically across the screen. Every time the light from the display hit your face, highlighting how breathtaking you looked even in your most casual state, a knot tightened in his chest.
He felt a prickle of heat under his skin, a restless sensation that made him want to pull the phone out of your hands and hide it under the pillow. He wanted you looking at him. Only him.
He knew he was greedy- and obsessive- and whatever other insult people could possibly come up with, but it’s not like he cared.
His gaze drifted downward, tracking the movement of your hand. Then, it happened.
A notification popped up. A little banner at the top of your screen that flickered for a split second before fading.
"Minho : Are you coming to the studio tomorrow or what?"
Ryul's entire body went rigid. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin, too heavy. Minho? Who the fuck was Minho? The name tasted bitter in his mind, a foreign entity invading the private sanctuary of your shared space. He felt a sharp, stinging pang of possessiveness flare up in his gut, a physical ache that made him want to rip his clothes off and growl like an alpha male or something.
This was how obsessive it had become.
He tried to play it cool, shifting his weight so his arm brushed against yours, but his eyes were already darting back to the screen, waiting for the next flicker. He wasn't just curious anymore; he was starving for an explanation.
‘Don’t be a dick,’ he told himself. But hah, he’d rather die than indulge in an half assed relationship. It was either he was all in or not in at all.
"Who's Minho?" he asked, his voice coming out lower than intended, a bit raspier, laced with a tension he couldn't quite mask. He didn't wait for you to answer before he leaned in closer, his shoulder pressing firmly against yours, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the device in your hand. "He sounds chatty."
Ryul’s voice was thick, the words dragging slightly as if they were heavy in his mouth. He wasn't just being moody; there was a dark, simmering heat radiating off him that made the air between you feel electric and suffocating all at once. He shifted, his large frame looming over you, effectively trapping you between his body and the headboard.
He didn't care if he was being obvious. In fact, he wanted you to feel the weight of his gaze -screw that- drown in it, until you would finally understand he was the only man for you.
His eyes weren't on your face anymore; they were fixed on the phone, as if he could burn a hole through the glass and find this Minho fucker inside the circuitry. Every time you moved your thumb, he felt a jolt of irritation. He hated that a stranger's name had the power to interrupt the quiet, intimate bubble he worked so hard to build around the two of you.
“Do you ever look around you? Like actually?? Minho’s a staff member Ryul.” you rolled your eyes, in awe of how quickly his jealousy built up.
The name kept looping in his head like a broken record. He felt a frantic, possessive urge to grab your wrist, to pull the phone away and see exactly how this guy was saved in your contacts. Was it just a name? Or was there a heart emoji? A nickname? The mere thought of a little symbol next to his rival's name made his stomach flip with a nauseating mix of jealousy and dread.
He leaned his head down, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, inhaling your scent as if trying to reclaim you through sheer force of will. He felt a desperate need to mark his territory, to remind you and the invisible man in your phone who you actually belonged to.
"He's asking if you're coming tomorrow though," Ryul murmured against your skin, his breath hot and uneven. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression intense although his tone was calm. "Is he expecting you somewhere? Because you're right here with me. And you’ll be with me tomorrow too, and the day after.”
He reached out, his long fingers grazing your hand, his touch possessive and firm as he nudged your hand slightly, almost forcing you to tilt the screen more toward his line of sight.
"Show me," he commanded softly, the 'slurred' edge of his voice turning into something more demanding. "How is he saved in your phone, babe? Lemme see."
“Ryul. He’s just staff, who even cares?” You scoffed, looking up at him with annoyed eyes, even though you weren’t.
The way you scoffed the way you dismissed him like he was being dramatic sent a sharp, stinging jolt through Ryul’s chest. It wasn't just irritation anymore; it was a bruised sort of pride. Who even cares? The words echoed in his head, making his jaw tighten so hard it ached.
He cared. He cared a lot.
He felt a surge of restless energy, a frantic need to prove that he was the only one who should care. To him, the distinction of 'staff' didn't matter. A man was a man, and any man who had a direct line to you, who could make your phone light up in the middle of your private time, was a threat to the equilibrium he craved.
"I care," he snapped, the words coming out sharper than he intended. He immediately regretted the tone, but he couldn't help it. The possessiveness was a living thing inside him, clawing at his ribs.
He shifted closer, his chest pressing against your arm, his body heat radiating against yours. He felt a desperate, almost childish urge to wrap himself around you so tightly that there wouldn't be a single millimeter of space for anyone else to occupy. He wanted to be your entire world, the only person whose name caused your heart to skip a beat.
"Don't do that," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, wounded register as he stared intently at your face. "Don't act like it's nothing. He's a guy, you're... you're you. And he's texting you late at night?"
“Yes, for work.” you deadpanned.
His eyes flickered back down to the phone, his gaze darkening. The thought of this 'staff member' seeing your witty replies, or perhaps catching a glimpse of your beautiful personality through a screen, made him feel a sickening sense of competition. He felt like he was fighting a shadow, an invisible rival that he couldn't quite punch or yell at.
"Just let me see," he pleaded, though it sounded more like a demand disguised as a request. He reached out, his hand sliding from your arm to your waist, his grip firm and unyielding, pulling you an inch closer to him. "Just tell me how he's saved. If it's just 'Minho Staff,' then fine. But if there's anything else..."
He trailed off, his eyes searching yours, his pupils blown wide with a mixture of intense longing and pure, unadulterated jealousy. He was practically vibrating with the need to know, his heart thudding a heavy, uneven rhythm against his ribs.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the tiny, amused smirk tugging at the corner of your lips because he was being so incredibly dramatic.
"You're such a baby, Ryul, seriously," you teased, finally relenting and turning the screen toward him so he could see the contact list.
“Look, it's literally just 'Minho staff' with no emojis and no cute nicknames, see?" You toss the phone onto the duvet, completely unbothered, and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his heavy, tense body down toward yours. “Now are you going to keep acting like a jealous toddler, or-.”
"I want you to block him," he said, cutting you. He wasn't shouting. He wasn't throwing a tantrum. He was stating it as if it were a simple, logical fact of life as if the world would simply function better if ‘minho staff’ ceased to exist in your digital universe.
Inside, Ryul was a storm of conflicting sensations.
He knew he was being "extra." He knew that to anyone else, his request would seem irrational, even a little suffocating. He could practically hear the voices of Louis or Woojin in his head, teasing him for being such a territorial brat. But he didnt care. The thought of that name popping up again, of you smiling at a screen because of a man who wasn't him, made a sharp, possessive ache throb in his chest.
He felt a desperate need for total, unfiltered access to your attention. He wanted to be the only source of your notifications, the only reason your phone lit up in the dark.
"Ryul, you're being ridiculous," you might have said, but he didn't want to hear reason. He wanted to hear him.
His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers splaying wide against your skin. He looked down at you, his gaze intense and unyielding, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of hesitation.
"Just do it," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, almost pleading growl. "If he's just staff, it won't matter, right? If he doesn't matter, then why keep him there?"
“Exactly.” you looked at him, hoping he’d drop the topic, “It’s not that big of a deal, Ryul you need to chill. He’s a guy that works with us… there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me having his number.”
The "exactly" was the final straw. It felt like a dismissal of his entire emotional reality. To you, it was logic; to him, it was a battleground.
Ryul pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, and the expression on his face wasn't one of a "chilled out" boyfriend. A flash of genuine, hot irritation flared in his eyes, making his dark pupils dance.
"There's 'absolutely nothing wrong' with it?" he echoed, his voice rising just a fraction, a sharp, incredulous edge cutting through his usual smooth tone. "That's your answer? You're just gonna sit there and tell me that there's nothing wrong with another man baving your number, talking about some ‘are you coming tomorrow’?”
He felt a physical tightness in his throat, a sensation of being crowded out of your life by people who were 'just there.' He hated the practicality of it. He hated the 'work' aspect of it. In his mind, the world was divided into two categories: Him and Everyone Else. And 'Everyone Else' was supposed to stay in their fucking lane.
He let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest heaving. He felt like a fool for being this worked up, but the jealousy was a living, breathing thing in his gut, making him feel restless and unanchored.
"It's not about whether it's wrong, y/n," he said, his voice dropping to a low, wounded murmur that made his possessiveness feel less like an attack and more like a confession. "It's about the fact that it's unnecessary. You don't need his number. You have mine. You have everything else you need right here."
He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip with a possessive, lingering pressure.
"Tell me you're mine," he whispered, his eyes searching yours, his gaze heavy with a demand for reassurance.
You felt a flicker of genuine annoyance prick at your skin, though a traitorous part of you secretly loved the way his eyes darkened when he got like this. He was being so intensely, stubbornly Ryul, and while his possessiveness was usually a heady, intoxicating thing, right now it was just getting in the way of your peace. You decided, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, that if he wanted to act like a brat, you might as well give him a reason to.
Instead of softening or giving him the reassurance he was practically begging for, you let out a slow, deliberate sigh and leaned back just an inch, creating a sliver of space between your bodies.
"You're so dramatic, it's actually exhausting," you teased, your voice light but laced with a playful edge as you reached over to grab your phone from the duvet, intentionally letting the screen light up one more time. "If you're so worried about him 'having' me, maybe you should stop acting like a kid and actually do something about it instead of just pouting."
You looked him dead in the eye, a challenging smirk dancing on your lips as you held the phone just out of his reach.
“So, are you gonna keep sulking about a contact name, or are you gonna make me forget Minho even exists?"
The moment the words left your mouth that calm, rational, dismissive defense of the status quo something in Ryul finally snapped. He stood up from the bed, his tall, lean frame casting a long, imposing shadow over you in the dim light of the room.
"I'm going to go find Woojin or head back to the dorms," he said, his voice steady but dangerously low. "I'll come back when you actually take this seriously. I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”
He didn't wait for your rebuttal. He didn't wait to see if you'd reach out to grab his hand or call his name. He turned on his heel and walked toward name. He turned on his heel and walked toward the door, his footsteps heavy and purposeful.
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
Throughout the day, Ryul became a ghost of himself a beautiful, brooding specter that haunted the periphery of your vision.
When you passed each other in the narrow hallways of the studio, he didn't look up; he simply walked past, the scent of his cologne trailing behind him like an accusation.
In the common room, he was there, slumped on the sofa with his headphones on, but his eyes were fixed on a distant point, pointedly ignoring the way your presence made the air vibrate and evey time your eyes met for a split second, there was a sharp, electric jolt of friction a mixture of longing and stubbornness before he would coldly avert his gaze.
The pride between you two was a towering, invisible wall. You sat in your own space, your heart aching with a restless, hollow sensation every time you saw his silhouette in the distance, but you refused to be the one to break.
You thought, if he really cared, he wouldn't be so goddamn petty, and you held onto that thought like a shield, even as you felt the urge to find him and force him to look at you.
Meanwhile, Ryul was a simmering volcano of suppressed emotion.
Every time he saw your phone on a table or caught a glimpse of you talking to anyone else, his jaw would tighten, and a fresh wave of possessive irritation would wash over him. He was waiting waiting for you to realize that his "drama" was actually a plea for possession but as the hours ticked by and your phone remained silent of his name, the silence began to feel less like a stand off and more like a slow separation.
The silence had been eating you alive for about six hours, and if he thinked this cold shoulder was actually working, he was stupidly wrong, it was just making you feel restless and incredibly stupid. So you finally undid the thread linking you to your immense pride, and grabbed your phone, thumb hovering over his contact name.
You : Ryul, stop being so fucking stubborn and just look at your phone for one second. Are u really going to let a name in my contact list ruin our entire day? Just come here so we can actually talk like normal people.
The read receipt appeared almost instantly, and your heart did a frantic little skip, but the lack of a typing bubble felt like a slap. He was doing it on purpose. He was staring at the screen, seeing your words, and choosing to be a stone wall just to punish you.
Yeah, your boyfriend definitely had a problem.
During the day you tried everything, from purposefully waiting for his rehearsal to end to talk to him, to sending other messages, making sure to let him know just how much a bastard he was being. But he paid no mind, carrying on with his too-nonchalant-to-give-a-fuck act. But fortunely for him, you kinda liked this game of cat and mouse.
There was something undeniably intoxicating about the way he was acting, the intensity of his focus, even when he was pointedly ignoring you. It was a different kind of attention- really. It wasn't the sweet, soft Ryul who whispered endearments in your ear; it was the Ryul who was so consumed by the thought of you that he had to shut the whole world out just to keep his composure.
You found yourself leaning into the friction. When you saw him in the hallway, instead of looking dejected, you gave him a sharp, knowing smirk, letting your eyes linger on his before walking past with a deliberate sway in your hips. You wanted to see if you could crack that porcelain mask of his. You wanted to see the moment his facade crumbled and that possessive, hungry boy came rushing back to claim you.
By the time evening rolled around, the air in the dorm felt heavy, almost pressurized. You were sitting on the floor of the living area after long hours of rehearsal, ostensibly reading a book, but your eyes hadn't moved from the same paragraph in twenty minutes. Your skin felt hyper sensitive, every sound in the dorm amplified.
Then, you heard it, the heavy, rhythmic sound of his footsteps approaching.
The door to the hallway creaked open, and there he was. He had changed into a loose black shirt that hung off his shoulders, his hair slightly mussed. He looked exhausted, but his eyes god, his eyes were alive with a dark, simmering energy. He didn't stop to talk to the others. He didn't even look at the TV. He walked straight toward the kitchen, passing just inches from where you sat.
He didn't say a word, but as he passed, he let his hand graze the back of your shoulder a touch so fleeting and seemingly accidental that it could have been a coincidence, but the heat of it burned through your clothes like a brand.
And you couldn’t help but force you legs closed, because you loved him like that, no matter what you saif - or how much you fought about it, you absolutely loved him being possessive and moody.
It was a power trip, really. Knowing that his "nonchalance" was a lie, that he was actually burning up inside just trying to maintain his pride.
You shifted slightly, the friction of your clothes against your skin feeling suddenly, acutely sensitive. You forced your legs to press together, trying to steady the ache he had ignited with a single, "accidental" touch. You wanted to throw a pillow at his head and tell him to stop being so damn difficult, but you also wanted to crawl over to him, wrap your arms around his waist, and pull him down until he finally, finally broke.
You stared down at your book, pretending to be deeply invested in the text, but your heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
A moment later, you heard the sound of a glass being set down on the counter in the kitchen a sharp deliberate clack that sounded far too loud in the quiet room. He was close. He was right there, just a few feet away, and the tension between you was so thick you could almost taste it, electric, it was exhausting, and it was the most addictive thing in the world.
So you did what you did best, provoke him.
The kitchen was quiet, the late night hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room.
You moved with a deliberate, feline grace, your eyes fixed on the cabinet above the counter where the glasses were kept. You didn't look at him not yet, no, you kept your expression neutral, almost bored, as if you were merely thirsty and the heavy, brooding presence of Ryul leaning against the marble countertop was nothing more than part of the furniture.
But as you approached, the air seemed to thicken. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a magnetic pull that made the fine hairs on your arms stand up. He was silent, his gaze presumably fixed on the dark window or his own hands, but you knew he was tracking your every move. He was a predator sensing movement in the dark, and you were walking straight into his territory.
And snstead of taking the wide, polite path around him, you chose the most dangerous route possible.
You stepped into his personal space, narrowing the gap until the scent of him that intoxicating mix of expensive soap and something uniquely Ryul enveloped you. You snuck right between him and the counter, as if you couldn’t have just asked him to move, and you leaned forward to reach for a glass, letting your hips sway with a calculated, slow motion. You made sure there was no ambiguity; you brushed your backside firmly and lingeringly, against the hard line of his thighs and the front of his jeans.
The contact was electric. It was a soft, heavy friction that sent a jolt of pure hheat straight up your spine.
For a heartbeat, the world stopped. You felt the sudden, sharp intake of his breath a ragged, hitched sound that betrayed exactly how much your "accidental" touch had rattled him. The muscle in his thigh beneath you tensed like a coiled spring, hard as granite. You didn't pull away immediately.
You took your sweet time, your fingers grazing the rim of the glass, letting the silence stretch until it was taut enough to snap. You could feel his gaze on you now not the distant, cold stare from earlier, but a heavy, burning weight that felt like it was stripping you bare.
You let your ass grind against his front one last teasing time before you finally straightened up, clutching the glass to your chest, and turned just enough to catch his eye. You offered him a tiny, innocent tilt of your head, a look of pure, unbothered sweetness that was the ultimate provocation.
"Oh, sorry, Ryul," you murmured, your voice low and honey sweet, though your eyes were dancing with mischief.
You watched the way his jaw tightened, the muscle leaping under his skin as he stared at you, and you knew you’d pushed him right to the edge.
“You're being awfully quiet today, Ryul," you added, your voice dropping an octave as you took a slow, deliberate sip of the water, never breaking eye contact. “Is something on your mind, or are you just going to stand there looking like that?"
You set the glass down on the counter with a soft click, stepping even closer until your chest was nearly brushing his, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable.
You reached out, your fingertips grazing the hem of his shirt, teasing the skin of his abdomen.
“If you're mad about something... you could just tell me."
Ryul’s jaw was locked so tight he was half-convinced his teeth might crack. The “accidental” grind of your ass against him had short-circuited every rational thought in his brain, but he was still clinging to the last threads of his stubborn pride like a man drowning in quicksand.
Don’t you dare fold yet, you pathetic horny idiot. She needs to feel how serious this is, he thought, even if my dick is currently trying to stage a coup against my brain.
He kept his eyes fixed on the glass in his hand, pretending the condensation rolling down the sides was the most fascinating thing he’d seen all week.
His breathing was measured. Controlled? Barely.
You weren’t having it.
With an exasperated huff that somehow still sounded unfairly cute, you yanked your phone out of your pocket and shoved it directly into his line of sight, the bright screen nearly smacking his nose.
“Look, you dramatic baby,” you said, voice dripping with that mix of annoyance and amusement that always wrecked him. You tapped the screen a few times, pulling up the contacts. “I blocked him. See? Minho staff - gone. Deleted. Poof. Happy now?”
Ryul’s gaze flicked to the screen for half a second. Sure enough, the contact was nowhere to be found. A dark, satisfied thrill curled low in his stomach, but he refused to give you the satisfaction of a big reaction. He just nodded once, slow and deliberate, then went right back to staring at his own phone like it held the secrets of the universe.
“Good girl. My good fucking girl.” he thought, but didn’t voice it.
You stared at him, mouth slightly open. “That’s it? A nod? Ryul, I just murdered a perfectly innocent staff member’s contact for your jealous ass and you’re just -nodding?”
He shrugged, the movement tight. “Good.” His voice came out rough, like gravel. He turned slightly, leaning more against the counter, putting the tiniest bit of space between your bodies even though every cell in him screamed to close it.
Your eyes narrowed. The mischief from earlier sharpened into something more dangerous.
Oh, he wants to play this game? Fine.
You stepped even closer, chest brushing his arm as you reached past him to set your glass down. This time you made zero attempt at subtlety. Your hips pressed flush against his, rolling slowly, deliberately, grinding against the very obvious bulge straining in his jeans.
“Still ignoring me?” you whispered against his ear, lips brushing the shell. “After I blocked him? You’re really going to stand here like a statue while I’m literally offering myself up?”
Ryul’s free hand gripped the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles went white.
“Holy shit, she’s evil. Pure evil. I’m gonna die. I’m going to bend her over this counter and- No. Hold it together.“ he thought.
But you weren’t done. You slid your hand down his chest, fingers teasing under the hem of his shirt, nails grazing the hard lines of his abs. “You’re so tense, baby. All this over one guy who doesn’t even matter?” Your voice dropped, sweet and filthy. “I could be riding you right now instead of fighting with your stupid pride.”
You felt it immediately. Of course you did.
“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, voice dripping with mocking delight as you glanced down between you. “You’re actually hard right now? After all that silent treatment and brooding? Poor baby got so worked up he’s leaking in his pants just from one little grind.”
Ryul’s eyes darkened dangerously. His hand shot out, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, stopping your movement dead.
“You done?” His voice was low, calm, and terrifyingly controlled.
You laughed, still playing. “Nope. Not until you admit you’re a jealous mess who gets hard when I tease him.”
He stared at you for a beat, jaw tight, then released you.
“Go get your stuff. We’re leaving.”
You sauntered off with an exaggerated sway, throwing a smirk over your shoulder. “Try not to stroke yourself in the hallway while you wait, baby~”
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The car ride to your private apartment was thick with tension. You kept poking at him -little comments, teasing touches on his thigh, mocking how stiff he was sitting. Ryul didn’t respond. He just drove, knuckles white on the wheel, letting the silence stretch until it felt like a coiled spring.
The moment the apartment door shut behind you, he snapped.
Ryul cupped your face with both hands and kissed you- deep, slow, and consuming. His tongue slid against yours in lazy strokes, claiming every inch of your mouth while his body pressed you back against the wall. The kiss was full of restrained hunger, his anger showing in the way he held you so firmly, yet every touch remained controlled.
“You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight,” he whispered against your lips, voice low and condescending as he peeled your shirt off. “Mocking me like you didn’t spend all day pushing my buttons.”
He kissed down your neck, sucking soft, lingering marks into your skin while his hands roamed -firm grips on your waist, your hips, squeezing with rough possession.
He stripped you completely, then himself, his thick cock springing free, heavy and flushed. He pressed you onto the bed on your back and settled between your thighs, kissing you again as two thick fingers dragged through your soaked folds.
“Soaked already,” he said, sounding almost amused despite the edge in his voice. “All that teasing and your pussy is this needy for me? Cute.”
He worked you open with patient precision -fingers pumping steadily, scissoring gently then curling harder, thumb never stopping its torment on your swollen clit. Every time your walls started fluttering and your moans grew desperate, he slowed down or pulled his fingers almost all the way out, leaving you whining.
“Ryul- please- ”
“Not yet, baby,” he said calmly, kissing along your jaw. “Brats don’t get to cum right away.” he added a third finger, stretching you wider, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as he brought you right to the edge again… then stopped completely.
He kissed down your body, sucking marks into your breasts and stomach, before settling between your legs. His mouth was gentle but relentless -broad, slow licks up your slit, tongue flicking softly over your clit before sucking it between his lips. Two fingers slid back inside you, curling rhythmically while he worshipped your pussy with long, wet strokes of his tongue.
He edged you like that for what felt like forever. Over and over. Fingers pumping deep, tongue swirling and sucking, bringing you right to the brink until your thighs shook and tears pricked your eyes -then pulling away with soft kisses to your inner thighs and condescending little praises.
“Aw, look at you crying already,” he murmured, voice warm but possessive as he kissed your tears away. “So desperate. This is what happens when you push me, baby. You get reminded exactly who this pussy belongs to.”
By the fourth edge you were properly crying -soft, frustrated sobs escaping as your hips chased his mouth and fingers uselessly. Slick coated his chin and hand, dripping down your ass onto the sheets.
“Please, Ryul- I’m sorry, I’m yours, please let me cum-“
He finally crawled back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. His heavy cock rested against your soaked pussy as he rubbed the thick head up and down your slit, teasing your clit and dipping just the tip inside before pulling back. Never giving you more.
“Feel how hard you made me?” he whispered, grinding the length of his cock along your folds. “This is what your teasing does. But you don’t get it yet, brat. Not until you’re shaking and crying for it.”
He kept teasing you like that -rubbing his cock against your clit in slow circles, occasionally pushing just the head in and holding still while you clenched desperately around nothing -until fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.
Only then did he reach for a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on with steady hands. He positioned himself between your thighs again, kissing you softly as he finally pushed inside - inch by thick, slow inch. The stretch was intense, the condom slick with your arousal as he bottomed out with a low groan.
“Fuck… so tight,” he breathed, staying buried deep and rolling his hips in grinding circles. “This pussy was made for me. Only me.”
He fucked you like that for a long time- slow, deep thrusts in missionary, kissing you constantly, one hand pinning your hip down possessively while the other rubbed your clit. Every time you got close he slowed again, edging you even with his cock buried inside you.
He flipped you onto your hands and knees next, gripping your hips firmly as he slid back in from behind. The new angle let him hit deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin louder now. He reached around to rub your clit while thrusting in long, controlled strokes.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough but not cruel. “Who owns you?”
“You- only you, Ryul- please-”
He pulled you up into his lap in a sitting position, your back to his chest, bouncing you on his cock with strong hands on your waist. One arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you close as he kissed your neck and shoulder, still denying you that final push.
By the time he laid you on your side, spooning behind you with one leg hooked over his arm, you were a sobbing, trembling mess.
He finally took mercy.
His thrusts grew deeper, steadier, the condom stretching tight around his thick cock as he fucked you with purpose. His fingers rubbed your clit in firm, fast circles.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against your ear, possessive and warm. “Let go. Show me this pussy knows who it belongs to.”
Your orgasm hit like a freight train. You cried out his name, walls clenching and spasming violently around his cock, fresh tears spilling as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your entire body shook, pussy gushing around him, soaking the condom and his balls as you milked him desperately.
Ryul groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “Fuck- that’s it. Good girl.” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, long, thick pulses filling the condom as his cock twitched and throbbed inside you. You felt every powerful spurt through the thin latex, his hips grinding deep as he emptied himself with low, broken moans against your neck, body pressed tight to yours.
He stayed buried deep for a long moment, both of you panting and slick with sweat. Then he slowly pulled out, careful with the full condom. He tied it off, then slid two fingers inside the opening, scooping out a thick, warm load of his cum.
“Open up, baby,” he murmured, voice hoarse but gentle, eyes dark with satisfaction as he brought his cum-covered fingers to your lips.
Still hazy and crying softly from overstimulation, you parted your lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting you suck and lick his thick, salty cum off them. He fed you slowly, deliberately, watching with possessive intensity as you swallowed every drop he offered, repeating the motion until his fingers were clean.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised softly, tossing the condom aside and pulling you into his arms.
He kissed your tear-streaked face tenderly, stroking your back and holding you close as you both came down.
“All mine. No more bratting about other men’s names, understood?”
─── pairings. kim ryul x singer fem! reader genre. social media au, idol au, fluff, comedy mentions. lngshot, megan of katseye, ni—ki of enhypen.
notes. genuinely i didnt know how to end ts and was also planning to have it as one whole thing but this might be in parts… guys also pls ignore the fact i used drink instead of drank… i was struggling ok 😢 hiphopplaya was in fact early may… do i care 🤔🤔 no
ryul lays down on the bed, the clock is almost hitting midnight, exhastion wears him down after a long day. you lay in his arms, unmoving and limp, every few minutes you shift slightly, getting closer until you physically couldn't anymore.
the arm that was under your frame and wrapped around you kept moving up and down the expanse of your back ghostly with the tips of his fingers over your thin shirt. you don't know if it's making you shiver or making you more drowsy.
"you know, i think i always unconsciously reach for you, love feeling your skin on mine, 's always so soft." he mumbles low in your hair, pulling you closer as he says so.
"yeah?" you tilt your head up to look at him, nothing aluminating his face but the distant lamp in the corner of the room. and god he looks so pretty like this, hair disheveled, skin glowing, his faint smile looking down at you in a way you could call captivating.
you love his smile.
"mhm"
your hand went up to hold his cheek softly, tilting your head up to place a peck to his jaw, and he lets out a small airy laugh at that, squeezing your hips once before starting to caress your back once again.
"i like it when your hands are on me, makes me sleepy, 'n warm," you admit, burying your face in his neck once again, hands moving down to his firm chest, drawing random lines there.
"that right, pretty?" you can practically hear the grin in his voice, and you just nod against him, embarrassed that you even admitted that, the tips of your ears going red.
his hand trails down to your hips again, pulling you higher towards him as his other hand reaches up to hold your jaw. ryul tilts your head up and looks in your eyes, his grin widens when he sees your dilated pupils looking back at him.
"shit, look at you," he sighs, leaning closer until his lips ghost over yours, then he kisses you slow and soft, like nothing could end this. "can't get enough of you." he breathes out mid kiss, and your skin starts burning.
sure you've been dating for a while but his attention on you in moments like these always take you by surprise, he engulfes you in him in a way that gets you shy no matter how much he has done it.
you kiss him back eagerly, hands going up to his neck to balance yourself. and he holds you tighter, you never know what to do with all the love ryul pours onto you, you just keep drowning in it. and you wouldn't want it any other way.
[ guys who saw this coming cus i didn't... im coming tho ]
stranger!ryul who sits across the lecture hall from you, barely paying attention to the front but is glued to his phone instead.
stranger!ryul who's known to be extremely closed off, only ever interacting with his group of 4.
stranger!ryul who embodies the "bad boy" stereotype, carrying his aura around everywhere he walked.
stranger!ryul who to your surprise, gets paired up with you for an assignment, where up to this point, neither of you have interacted with the other.
partner!ryul who asks for your number, saying how it's more convenient.
partner!ryul who surprisingly takes the assignment seriously, communicating with you to ensure everything goes smoothly.
partner!ryul who occasionally suggests to do the assignment together at a cafe or library, making you guys meet up a few times a week.
partner!ryul who despite his reputation, is a warm gentleman who is kind, offering pay for your drinks and doing the harder parts.
partner!ryul who walks you to your bus stop after every study session, claiming that "it's scary in the dark".
partner!ryul who after the assignment is turned in, leaves a spotify barcode on your laptop where once you scanned, is a playlist full of love songs that spelled "Will you go out with me".
boyfriend!ryul who only reveals his soft side around you, making sure everyone around the campus knows that you're the only one getting his special treatment.
boyfriend!ryul who opens up to you, "no one's ever gotten to really know who I am aside from my friends".
boyfriend!ryul who still walks you to your bus stop after every lecture, despite your efforts to stop him from being burdened.
boyrfriend!ryul who carries your books for you to class, despite his class being on the other side of the campus.
boyfriend!ryul who admits that he talked to the lecturer before the assignment to ask if he could pair up with you.
boyfriend!ryul who once was trying to plot on you way before you noticed him, and finally succeeded through this assignment.
