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He slammed the telephone in its holder—tilting his head back to down the third soju bottle

Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. the tattoos on his neck strained thinly on pale skin

Hissing at the burn he grew accustomed to—

thighs manspread in his office chair,

horny

Thumbing roughly at the head of his bulge

slicked between fabrics

a low groan escaped him

“Fuck. I’m wasted”

—

At home, you slipped onto your naked body the black set

Tailored

Expensive

Victoria Secret

You were unaware being his fuck buddy was part of the job

It wasn’t listed on the resume

but how could you complain

Depyunim was stacked in bills he practically threw at you

Hot

Fucked good from experience

If anything this was a perk to assisting him with the boys

And his tongue…

Sometimes it did all the work—did just enough

The way he licked his fingers in the choreo for ‘Mommae’ wasn’t just a performance

That tongue had done wonders for you

—sat in the backstage with a grin, women cheering without knowing how skilled his tongue really was

Thinking of it made you hot before arriving

… but that wasn’t how he’d play tonight

‘Knock. Knock’

“Just come in if it’s you”

His speech sounded slurred

Pushing open the doors—he looked recked at first glance…just how you liked him

Geld hair disheveled

his wrinkled black button up popped open, stretched—sporting chest muscles below the ink

Jewelry glinting on his neck and wrist—Diamonds dancing under the dimmed ambiance

He stared between the whites of his eyes, trying to keep them open as they dragged over the sight of your body

“Jay. Are you fine?”

His pink lips lifted lazily

looking innocent enough to almost fool you

“Come.

His hand ushered you closer

—cocks been hard for you an hour straight”

Drowsily

He pulled the drawer open beneath his desk

Aggressively slamming it closed once he took hold of the pink-fluffy cuffs

waving them up—orbs darkening on you like a predator

lazer focusing with eyes half-lidded

Your brow shot up at the teasing

sporting a smirk as you stopped beside him…he reeked of alcohol

“Oh. One of those nights yea?”

Jays hand instinctually slapped the fat of your ass

kneading the mounds possessively– forcing you closer with his grip

“You gonna listen?—I’m too drunk to slam you down and fuck you”

Jaw clenched.

He stood—pressing his hard chest to yours, strong arms covered by silk corseted to your waist

high-end cologne immediately filling your nostrils

“Turn. These are getting used”

Turning you

His throbbing dick pressed over your ass, belt digging—fingers slipping below your waistband, letting the lace peek out with a push

His touched heated your skin quickly— hands landing hard over your ass

You winced

uncaring, he grabbed your wrists

pinning them behind your lower back with unfair ease for a non-sober man

“I was gonna fuck you on my lap—but you won’t follow orders”

he whispered over the shell of your ear before pushing you down forcibly on his marbled desk

hold turning painful as he slid the cuffs on— fluff tickling your inner wrist once he tightened them

The tiny key made a soft ‘click’— locked…at his mercy

Immediately your skirt was ripped off—the AC’s cool air kissing the bare skin

A choked groan escaped him, bending at his knees to take in the sight of your arch in Victoria Secret

“You wore them”

Depyunim’s lips traced the arch of the mounds, his nose pressed into the fat—intoxicated in your smell

“Such a good girl.”

His teeth clamped hard—wanting to see the skin splotchy, marked by him

White enamel made red–crescents over the area. Letting his hand land harder over them, hand making an imprint

The sting made your core clench

“Jay…it’s hurts”

His loud laugh echoed the silent room

Standing up straighter behind you

you could hear the metal clinking of his belt,

getting unfastened

Zipper audibly sliding down

“You’re gonna shut up and take it.”

Slipping his black boxers low enough

his hands hoisted to where wrists were cuffed painfully—pulling you close to his bare cock

Pre-cum dripped on the panties as he slid his length against them—making the dark fabric glisten below

“Mm’ take it raw today—from behind”

A groan ripped free at another shallow thrust—angry red tip catching on the dip of your ass, veins wrapped thickly burning at the rough sensation of the fabric

A string of whines escaped you at his accidental grazes against your heat—making you needier for him than you already were, unable to fuck yourself on him with your hands cuffed tight

Feeling like he was getting close just by rubbing on your ass, Jay parted your panties to the side with the his cockhead

Bulbous tip teasing slowly at your dripping folds

mixing together with clear pre-cum

He cursed under his breath, kneading your cheeks together to fuck himself between them

Abs tensing in restraint

teasing everywhere but where you wanted him

…not yet slipping in, thrusting his shaft hard

“Jay—I’m wet…stop”

Your whining was cut short when he slapped your ass again—this time the silver rings on his fingers knocked the breath out of you

the sting so persistent, chocked pants escaped you, unable to bend at the pain—you let your cheek press to the cold table

Jay noticed

Letting his tip slip in slow —wanting to distract you from the pain

wanting to see how he stretched you out

“I know it hurts

but that’s how you like it baby”

He laughed again—almost manically, really the alcohol was making him loosen up even more

“Wanna hear you call me daddy while I fuck you rough”

A daddy kink was something you’d never explore…till you met him

It came to you naturally when he had you in these positions

He let spit land on his length—muscles tensing with restraint from your core squeezing him as he lathered it between you both

holding back

A sigh left his throat as he slid in

dick throbbing from your whines and the position he had you

warm breath condensing over the glass table—panting each time his cock hammered into you

“Say it. Now”

One hand tightened on the cuffs for mobility—other dipped below you, parting the panties more to circle your clit with pressure—cock hammering your walls in a deep rhythm, incessantly, needing to coax the words out of you that were music to his drunken ears

“Ha’ah daddy depyunim”

You could’ve sworn his pace faltered—then he went back pounding into you, harder than ever

movements so charged he reached that deep spongy hilt that made you moan out

Luckily, the building was vacant besides you two

If not, workers would hear the strength of his hips snapping into the fat that enveloped him

his pubic bone slapping against you, hair scattered on it adding to the feel—soo lewd it only made you tighten around his pulsing veins, earning a slurred groan from him

Brown eyes never peeled from the way your soft skin jiggled against him, pushing you harder to him to watch every inch of you shiver—your warm walls only making him want to fuck you harder

Needing to fuck you harder

his hands moved to grip your hips

pressing you closer

reaching a pace that was impossible if he wasn’t still active in the gym

maintaining a rough pace with you at his mercy

with no choice but to take it as your cuffed wrists jumped with each of his rams in you

“Daddy’s about to cum in you”

Jays voice came deep, leaning his chest over your back to rut forcefully

with more power

“Mmh’ cum in me daddy”

manly grunts tickled the side of your ear as he nibbled the soft tissue

brining his hand down to strike the bruised mounds once more

he knew you clenched from them

so he slapped in successions

One

Two

Three

Burning deliciously

Unable to hold back his release for you any longer with your pussy reacting to every hit

Jays fingers tangled tight in your hair, pulling you up

closer to his damp chest as he came deep

feeling his body tremble above

dick stuffed into the deepest parts

letting his cum spurt hotly inside of you—thrusting again slowly to feel his cream drip out

straightening up without pulling out

watching it ooze out of your tight hole

grinning in satisfaction at the scene of both releases mixing

—•

Falling back on his chair, he pulled out slowly

sitting you across his lap

feeling slightly dizzy as he caught his breath

his dark hair disheveled, gel not even bothering anymore

Unlocking your wrists free– Jay massaged the flesh where lines were newly embedded

Kissing your mouth softly

aftertaste of soju hit your tastebuds…he really was drinking

Not breaking it—he reached blindly

gripping the green bottle

he pecked you softly once more before using his teeth on the cap—spiting it on the tiled floor

“Nothing better than drunk sex with you”

smile perverted at you as he chugged, eyes half-lidded at the sting

His tattooed fingers held your chin to pull you close

holding the alcohol in his mouth

He kissed you hard

swishing the liquid past your lips—silver fingers clasping your neck to force you to swallow the soju he had in his own mouth

Kissing you deeper again as you complied

“The boys

speaking between kisses

“…they call me an alcoholic”

Giggling against his lips, you pecked them softly

taking the alcohol from him

you let some drip down your chest—wetting the lacy bra

knowing how it would get him

“I won’t judge you for it—lick up daddy”

His smile widened at your teasing, bringing you closer on his lap

spreading his tongue out thickly—he dug his face between your tits

licking the bitterness off you with his gaze unwavering

moaning from their plushness

heated stare as he sucked hickes

tongue circling the fresh bruises

“I’d really be an alcoholic if I drink off you”

Both your laughs filled the office—ending off the heated sex with Jays cherry lips wrapped around your sharp buds

suckling the peaks till they hardened more

playing with your nipples insatiably-hands still squeezing your bruised ass into his grip

Masterlist

Out in the morning sunlight. Dunking the ball with the cheekiest smile on his pale face, basically showing off his tallness once it landed easily

it gave you butterflies each second he crossed your mind

Then there was her.

Sat on the court benches—cheering for him as if they were a thing

They didn’t seem to be one

you tried convincing yourself of that

…but she was popular—beautiful, had mutual friends with him, chased and got what she wanted

She was a menace.

Shrugging it off turned a skill—amounting the feelings to a mere fantasy in your head

Your eyes rolled automatically at the sight of her, laying your head down—it was break time and the mundane routine exhausted heavily.

—•

“Louis! Follow me back on instagram!”

“What? I don’t even use it. No.”

Waking up to them arguing in the desks behind

…really what woke you is the numbness thawing needles into your thighs

yawning,

“Look, you woke her up dummy”

Shit

that was his raspy voice

Serious,

Mad.

“And?”

Snapping your head—she was already glaring daggers at you

“What? Is there something on my face? Turn.”

Adrenaline rushed to your fists, tightening them hard—you swallowed thickly, avoiding to meet his gaze after her comment or you’d fall apart

“You did wake me—maybe you should take the hints Louis gives you”

Her brow shot up

scowling

“How about you make friends and stop napping like a laz—

“Hey.”

His voice command her—yet his eyes were fixed on you

“That’s enough. She can look back if she wants”

The pick-me broke out in laughter, amusement glinted in her eyes

“You doing charity work now, pretty boy?”

His gaze hardened in seconds

Turning his head to her—distaste in his expression

“What the fuck is your issue.”

The class gasped

all eyes on him.

Louis was never the type to get mad,

never the type to call someone out their name

Let alone a girl

He’s a known gentleman

But something about it being directed to you triggered him…

“Louis you keep defending h—

“No. She’s right”

His gaze flickered to you. then back at her

“…you never do take any of my hints”

You felt your throat dry up—gaze wavering between the two

something fluttered internally at his words

“What hints Louis?” Her voice shaky—eyes brimming with…tears? What a loser.

“I don’t want you. I don’t like you. You follow me around like a lap dog”

he grinned—cheekiness returning.

“That’s the hint.”

“…But Louis, we’re both popu…people ship us–

He interrupted for the thousandth time.

“You don’t catch my attention…like her—such a try hard” he snarked

The room fell silent

Echos of students pacing the corridors

Doors creaking in the distance

–

Then whispers filled in the silent gap

Great.

Gossip. Involving you.

Him behind you— able to admire him clearly for once now with you facing him. up-close, hat on backwards over his dark silky hair framing his face, forehead sweaty after basketball, boba eyes that softened when his attention shifted to you—as if waiting for your answer to his bold confession no one expected

Much less you.

The fluttering

It’s your emotions brewing, ready to spill out after being shunned for so long.

Snapped out of your trance

the menace shot up

Storming out of the classroom

“You’re such a stupid liar!”

Pairs of eyes slid onto you with her gone

“Said that to get rid of her hm?”

His head shook firmly, broad shoulders dropping as he leaned back on the hard chair

relieved she dropped her persistent chase

“You’re different and I might sound conceited but everyone has something to say about me…you don’t”

Licking your lips—you decide to let the silence drag on, wishing he had more to say

and he did.

“…but your eyes tell me everything—I’ve caught you staring out the window”

“Louis.”

“That’s why I play often. It’s cute.”

His smile turned sweet

a smile for you—one so adorable you’ve never seen when watching him from afar

“Me? Not her?”

He nodded slowly

it seemed impossible

“This is some prank.”

He leaned closer to you—tall frame looming despite being sat

“I’m so serious.

she kinda helped make it easier for me to confess”

Giggling

You tried making it sound lighthearted, but your gaze faltered to your thighs—nervous at the un ordinariness of this exchange

You thought you’d go into next year without choking out a single word to him—that he’d disappear slowly from your world with forced distance

…this scared you—not even in your fantasies did it feel this surreal

“We can start by talking—don’t feel pressured.” “Sorry” He muttered

Louis felt a bit guilty dropping the revelation to you so suddenly

It made your heart flutter at his carefulness

Emboldened, your hand laced in his

Today you’d learn something from the pick–me and get what you want

“Don’t be. I want this—us to be a thing”

His breath hitched—doe eyes widened before he quickly held your hand like you’d get too far if he didn’t—like you’d change your mind

“Let’s try it then. And don’t let her get between us

…she’ll try”

The class erupted into clapping

His friends in full support at their seats

Woojin winking back at him

Ryul jokingly cheering

Ohyul gazing supportively, almost father-like

The tall teenager stood

Sitting in the empty seat beside you

“From now on…” his lips lowered to your ear

whispering

“we nap together during breaks”

Velvety tone for only you to hear.

Your popular boyfriend, all yours.

Masterlist

𓍼ོ First off, Woojin wouldn’t to let you go before the big graduation!! He’d definitely be peppering kisses over your nose, forehead, cheeks, pecking your lips in your bedroom once he saw you in the full splendor of your graduation cap and gown! Absolutely speechless at how it all came together, nearly crying and having to exit the room to compose himself, disguising it as having left something in his car—really he thought you looked beautiful and accomplished, highkey so proud!

𓍼ོ He’d beg your parents for you to arrive in his car—wanting you by his side 24/7, and that’s how you arrived. You separate from your parents, riding in his car, hand never leaving your thigh as he drove, murmuring compliments. “I’m such a proud boyfriend, this was all your hard work”. He literally devotes his entire breath into uplifting you—the topic of conversation never switches to anything else with him “it’s your day baby—we talk about you only”. Your needy mess in the car, trying his hardest to focus on driving…but once he was at a red light, boy would he be staring! Whether it be your side profile, you facing the front window, you staring down at your lap, his gaze would be darting over your features till a car abruptly beeped…the light had turned green seconds ago😭He’d turn into your clumsy bby.

𓍼ོ Finally, at the event he kissed you goodbye as you parted for rehearsal—but not before snapping hundreds of pics, you standing outside the venue, posing beside him, some without him, even making you take selfies on his phone for him— “You’re the prettiest girl here babe”. Woojin would make a collage and set that as his wallpaper.

𓍼ོ He’d be yelling at the stands—joining your parents who laughed at him when his voice cracked, making Woojin blush shyly, but he’d go back to yelling louder, so loud you heard him, alumni below turning their heads. Sends pictures of him on the stands, adjusting for you to appear in the background as he snapped a pic—posting it on his IG highlights

𓍼ོ Sneaking back to his car—he grabbed the dozen of roses in the trunk, 12, perfectly assembled for you—a cute teddy bear in his free hand holding chocolates out, running back in as the event reached its end

𓍼ོ Sobbing as he handed them to you—enveloping you immediately into a warm hug he melted around you in, his tears soaking the pretty gown😭not caring how your friends pointed and grinned at how clingy he behaved, he didn’t mind looking like a simp—not during your special day

𓍼ོ Needless to say—your makeup would be ruined once sat at the restaurant, a place he picked specifically for today—“Tabs on me, for all of you”, yep, he paid for your whole family too, casually, unfazed as the balance arrived, pulling out his card. And yes, back to the makeup—he kissed it off you on the way there, salty tears mixing into the kiss, staining your cheeks bare—foundation slipping off. Your parents raised a brow at your ruined lipstick, but they shrugged it off—not wanting to nag you on such occasion.

𓍼ོ Literally offers his own food, shoving it towards you. barley eats— wanting to watch your every move the whole time. Quiet gazes filled with promises of later cuddles on your bed—snuggled below the blankets in comfy pajamas, dozed off contently, nuzzled at the crook of his neck as he held you tight to his chest—his leftover cologne pushing you deeper into dreams

Masterlist

You felt your legs weaken—but Ryul quickly gripped your ass with his palms, pulling you flush to him

“Don’t give out on me now. You were so confident earlier. I was watching”

“…you usually ignore anyone who tries”

His once avoidant eyes held your gaze intensely during the whole interaction

heat brimming your stomach in a way no one ever made it feel

Ryul tipped his head, stare mischievous

“You came with a plan…a different one”

His palm kneaded you against him, feeling his bulge poke between your lumps

“and I’m too drunk to act like I don’t care—not with you I can’t”

The space between you disappeared

lips crashed to yours hard

Ryuls tongue explored feverishly

humming at the bitter leftover taste of alcohol in your mouth

his hand pulled softly at your nape

forcing you to tilt your head—he deepened the kiss, taking charge for the first time given his calm reputation,

leaving you shocked against his lips

a thin string of saliva connected you both as he pulled away

thumb wiped off the spit pooled at the corners of your lips

“Tell me what you want. why you really came.” his voice came out rough with need

Panting—you stared, unable to put into words the things you wanted him to do to you in this closet

“J—just do whatev–

Your eyes flickered to Ryuls hand that began moving

“Is this what you want”

he was lowering his pants

boxers fully exposed

fingers gripping the outline of his cock—darting his eyes back up at you as he stroked it

groaning at your expression

at the sensitivity of his cock

“Want it or gonna watch me”

his touching secretly turned you on…

“Watch—let me watch you touch yourself Ryul”

you choked out

whispering in the silent closet.

He lifted you further

pressed securely in his hold between the wall

—

Ryuls fingers went back to gripping the outline at your command

eyes never leaving yours

mouth hung ajar in pleasure

“Mmh. Like this?”

slicked tip dampening the white cloth as his palm rubbed the head, pushing it down

cockhead poking unevenly, his bulbous tip protruding compared to the whole strained length

“The tip” you swallowed thick “Play with it. now”

He groaned at your lewd mouth,

hissing when his thumb caressed the opaque fabric stretched on his head

so damp you could see the faint outline of his tips’ slit

circling it slowly to take in your entranced features

teasing himself over the clear fabric from his pre-cum

thumbing up and down, abdomen muscles tensing

—

He paused at your sudden adjustment,

placing yourself directly over his bulge

panties separated your pussy from his dripping cock, underwear fully exposed by the dress bunching at your waist

Grinding over his tip—you held him closer, chest to chest, his breathy moans fanned your ear hot, whimpers making you clench

“Ryul—faster”

his breath hitched

At your word, he followed

meeting your grinds up with his thrust

kneading you so hard to him, his tip slid out the waistband of his boxers at the intensity

dampening your panties with smeared pre-cum drops on the lace

the friction from them making him leak more—contracting everything in him

He placed open mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking desperately at your quickened pace on his cockhead,

boxers inching low exposing his veiny length

fully grinding your clothed core on it, gripping his jaw to bring his face up

pressing your lips on his

Swallowing each others moans, wet noises filled the closet

the background bass drowning out the obscenities vibrating though the walls

—

“Come to parties more often”, you breathed over his lips

“I’ll come just for you” his teeth took your bottom lip against them—pulling the skin

gaze on you as he slowed his movements, both highs already reached—wetness mixed between both fabrics.

Lowering you, his hands ghosted over your waist cautiously—bringing his hands up to fix your hair

“You still look beautiful”

Smiling at him he turned the lock

walking out

beside you, he caught your wrist

his lips tightened, eyes glossed over apologetically

“I’ll give you my number… I gotta go”

“Go. Where? Why does no one ever see you around”

He leaned down to your level—stealing a peck. soft, slow, caring

Like you suddenly meant more to him

“Training” he murmured over your lips

straightening back up

“Rap practice” he added, noting your confused face

“Oh. Right.”

Taking your phone from your hands he tapped in his number

pulling you closer to slip it back in your hand

“Next time…” he pulled away “at my party, in my room”

Masterlist

Different from him,

his friends were known to be ran through…Ryul, no one ever knew who he was with. in fact he was never seen with a girl…it intrigued you

How could someone so handsome always be alone?

Lost in thought, his undeniable gaze met your determined one across the chaotic room, lifting a brow at him challengingly.

the once raised corners of his lips dropped in seconds, jaw tensing below his tight pressed lips—the lightheartedness from earlier dissipating into tense air, suffocating with underlying realization

The glossy corners of your lips turned—but Ryul darted his attention away, annoyingly unaffected he went back to the convo

Not giving up, you rose from the couch—downing the whiskey before chucking the red cup somewhere on the sticky tiles

The dress you wore hitched with each click of your heels—fabric low cut, perfect to get his attention

Closer,

his focus redirected, staring again, less hidden now—more bold when his eyes flickered to your lips, licking his own, gaze narrowing to the exposed skin of your legs

“Hey, eyes up here.”

His expression turned sharper, darting back to your face

he leaned in. “You look good” voice husky with alcohol

holding his shoulder to match his height

“You drunk?”

The stocky muscle tensed under your touch, his broadness molding against your palm—

“Drunk? No...maybe. I’m leaving soon” he tilted his head back to get a better look at you

“that an invitation or playing hard to get?”

“…Nothing good ever happens when I get drunk”, he looked at you pointedly—whispering against your ear

Ryuls cologne overflowed your senses—something began pooling below your stomach

“Take that how you want” he added, pulling away from your grasp, letting your hand drop.

Disappointed—you watched as he said bye to the friend he talked to—tapping your heels nervously, your arms crossed over your chest.

Guess the plan didn’t work.

Clutching the strap of your purse and swallowing your shattered pride, you turned on your heels

…walking away

But that familiar scent followed you

because he followed you

warm fingertips grazing your wrist

“I wasn’t done talking”

Victory!

You grinned—hiding it quickly as you turned

“You, chasing? Rare.”

He avoided the question

“I know a place we can go…”

Unbelieving, you stared back at his face—he seemed different, genuine, like he didn’t want to let you go this time. You could tell by the way his fingers clasped, thumb caressing your inner wrist in circles

“What place, for what?”

“So many questions. The space is small…it’s better there than here”

His olive hand held tighter—waiting for your response.

Impatient,

he took your silence as a ‘yes’

—•—•

Guiding through the party halls like he knew the place, you stared at his back, fidgeting with the hem of your dress from the stares you kept getting—jealous, mean, shocked, pointing

But quickly, he pulled you closer to him

“It’s my friends party, that’s how I know the spot”

His head turned back—smirk toothy, charming

“Don’t worry, you’re special”

You rolled your eyes, giggling, but really it made heat pool low again…how’d he know that was exactly what you wondered? if you were the only one he’s taken to that ‘cramped space’.

—

He turned the knob of the closet, secluded below the stairwell, large enough to fit you both, also tight enough to where you had forced proximity

breaths mingling, shoulders touching, fragrances mixing, glances unavoidable

The tiny light above made Ryul look sexier—features dark, shadows casted over his eyes in a predator like way—, the definition of his exposed arms in his tank shadowed tenfold

his gaze alone made your knees tremble, piercing you as if the thoughts in your mind were on display for him in clear glass

…and clear to him it would be

“So, about that dress…”

Masterlist

You yelled, holding tightly onto his hoddie as he spun you in circles, voice hoarse as you both yelled in dizziness,

Of course, him being clumsy—his arm bumped the open milk jug,

white liquid crashing down hard—the plastic bottle bursting all over the floor

“What the!” You yelped, both of you scanning what fell—palming your face at the increasing mess

“Louis, seriously?!”, you spat, glaring up at him

His grin widened slowly, shyer—nudging his face to the crook of your neck, he broke out in laughter

“Why’d you choose me, I can’t do shit baby*

You sighed, no other choice than to melt into him,

“I love you but you need to clean that up before your hyungs come, or I’m leaving before they d—

His head shot up—gaze firm

“You’re not leaving! I’ll clean it up right now”

Stupidly, he placed you over the counter with flour on it, groaning in annoyance

“Great, now my pants are dirty”

He stared down apologetically, noticing the dirty counter

“I’ll buy you a new one, let me clean this up real quick because you’re not leaving, ever.”, he added—gliding across the kitchen to mop up the mess—lanky figure moving awkwardly, showing he’s never cleaned a day in his life

“You suck at that yknow”

He pouted over

“Quiet or there won’t be any cuddles later—I’ll just go play Fortnite”

Scoffing—you watched him clean

“Whatever, just clean it well”

His smiled turned smug—glancing over

“I will, so stay”

—

After, he walked back towards you, wrapping you in a hug over the counter

“Proud of me now?”

His hand rubbed your back—resting your cheek over his wide shoulder

“For what? Cleaning up after yourself”

He sighed, pouting over the skin

“Baby! It’s our first date! I’m not perfect”

Teasing, you caressed his dark hair

“Aw, sulking.”

You pecked his puffy cheek

“I know what could make this date better”, you added

He pulled back—staring at each other

In unison

“Take out!”, his voice cracked, making you both rip out a laugh

——

Sat on the couch beside him—one hand digging in the fried chicken box, the other gliding over his control—playing Fortnite

“Watch! I’m a pro”, he shifted his gaze over to you, chuckling when he saw you stuffing your face

“Hungry? Sorry I made a mess on our date” he leaned in—pecking your forehead

“It’s fine…what’re you gonna say to the guys though”

He shook his head,

“Nothing, I’ll clean it up after we eat. You stay here, or I’ll carry you to the counter while I clean”

“So you put me on the dirty mess again, no thanks—

“I’m serious, you’ll watch , or what’s the purpose of this date—to leave me on my own in the kitchen?”

He stared between his batting lashes, trying to convince you with sparkly eyes

“Okay okay—carry me after and I’ll watch you clean up. I’ll cheer you on”

He smiled, leaning over to peck your lips—grease slipping awkwardly between the two

“Ew, don’t kiss me like that”, you teased

His mouth hung open, shocked “Did you just say ew to my kisses! Do it again and I’m attacking you with them”

“Fine fine, I’m sorry”

He pulled away, nodding

“That’s what I thought”

..

Eventually, you both ended up snuggled on the couch, cooking date turned into at—home meal turned into couch—gaming session as you teamed with him on Fortnite,

eventually falling asleep with your face pressed to his broad chest—snoozing, he pecked your nose softly before dozing off, Fortnite sounds playing in the background

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His hyungs came home, laughing quietly at the scene

“Take a picture!” Ryul whisper—yelled

“Oh gosh…”, Ohyul groaned

“What?” Woojin glanced at the kitchen

“…They made a fucking mess”

In the end, his members scrubbed the kitchen, both of you asleep on the cramped couch—sweaty bodies breathing peacefully.

The clumsy date gone perfect because you both ended up in each others arms, (Also a plus you got no food poisoning thanks to not eating Louis’ concoction)

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His hands squeezed—spreading them wider, pressing his face deeper—nose bumping your sensitive clit while his hair tickled the skin of your inner thighs

kissing the nub, sucking it into his mouth, letting his tongue lie flat over it, then circling it in wide drags

Ryuls tongue glided inside your folds, fucking into them—caressing your thighs while his lips sucked above,

“Morning.”

His voice vibrated, still rough from sleep—making your breath hitch,

“Mmm—you woke me up Ryul, seriously”

He nodded between your legs—gazing at you lustfully, eyes glazed with persistence

“sorry baby, keep using my mouth—can’t stop now”

He pulled away—letting his cheek press to your stomach, begging with his gaze “Please, I need to taste your cum in my mouth”

His lips traced down your belly button—kissing the trail, stopping at your public bone

stare insistent, darting his tongue out to lick above the prickly spot, obsessed with every inch of you

“I’ll let you sleep after—c’mon”

Denying him hurt more than losing the precious state of sleep you were in,

Naturally, your thighs spread apart—Ryul grinning below at your resolve, licking his lips.

“Thank you”

“Wait”

You fisted his hair—holding his head up

His gaze shot up—fingers drumming against your thigh impatiently “Yes ma’am”, still, he’d comply

“We’re not fucking, I need sleep. Got it?”, your voice firm

Ryul smiled sharp “You really think I need us to fuck babe..”

His head dipped, placing wet kisses directly on your damp slit “This is all I need, right here in my mouth, right now..”

“Mmh’—fucking crazy” you pushed his face down, grinding your hips up forcefully—suffocating his face with your pussy

“Mmph—.

He ate you out frantically, tip of his tongue detailing every wrinkled flesh “,crazy for you—put that pussy all on me, now”, he groaned into you

Soo infatuated in your morning taste—body scent settled in, the one that made pre-cum leak out his boxers, cream smeared on your ankles, so hard from the ease of early mornings

Muscles relaxed, body still floating between realities, sunlight blurring in through his black blinds

Threading your fingers looser in his soft hair, you parted the draping strands from his eyes—Ryul too busy to care about it, humming in stubborn attention

Your clit got puffier at each of his suckles on the raw nub—fully hardened in his mouth now compared to the foreign sensation given while in dream state

Gasping, pants breathless

he slid in two fingers—squelching noises filling the quiet morning, guiding them slowly to fuck into you

“Fuck. Faster Ryul”

Your sub boyfriend listened,

curling them perfectly inside your gummy walls, hitting the spongy hilt that made you unravel in seconds

“Let go for me”

He growled,

Tongue flicking to the sides faster,

his lips sucking everything they could to his warm fleshy mouth—

Thick fingers pumped harder, pulling his face away for his thumb to rub your clit,

spitting over it to get you wetter, saliva making it slide better in his thumb, circles turning slippery

“Nngh’. Fuck, more”

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Ryul sighed low when you finally came—his rough noises of satisfaction joined your moans

your body jutting up instinctively to him, arching before he leaned down,

giving your pussy attention again with his mouth,

he lapped you up dry, tongue laid thickly, catching everything drop you contracted out your hole— letting his fingers graze your core, sliding them in lazily, then back out—smitten at the scene

“Can’t get enough”

His cheek pressed to your thigh, finally sliding his fingers out, the “pop” making his balls twitch in the Calvin boxers

“Ryul.”

“Mm”, he hummed, molding his lips to the skin below—caressing it

“That was perfect”, you stretched out, sighing—needing to ground yourself, pounding with nerves

“It was either this or I was gonna eat you after practice”,

his brown orbs shifted up to your dewy face, fingers circling your sides

“..but I wanted to wake you up like this.”

Giggling, you stared at your handsome boyfriend—lost in each others gazes for a bit

He broke the silence

“I’m a little mad though”, Ryul pouted

“What, why” your hand cupped his thin face,

He nuzzled your hand—tongue darting, licking your palm slowly,

gaze still on you

way more submissive now.

“…could’ve pulled my hair harder.”

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