~피원하모니 ~

You ground your hips against him, just enough to feel his nose nudge against your clit. Sighing at the small relief.

Ohyul's groan vibrated against you, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine. He pressed his tongue flat against the soaked fabric—just for a second—before wrenching it aside with his teeth.

"Impatient," he scolded, but the moment his lips sealed around your clit and sucked, all teasing evaporated into sheer desperation. His fingers dug bruises into your hips, holding them down as you arched against him. "Couldn't even wait until I was out of my damn clothes."

He pulled back just enough to growl, "Stay still." Then dove back in like a man starving—each flick of his tongue sharp and filthy between words— "...or I'll tie you down... and take my damn time."

The pleasure had your head spinning, heat coursing through your veins. The tongue piercing he had only sweetened every lick, the cold metal offering more.

His tongue piercing trailed along your skin. He looked like sin, and god, how he wanted to make you call out his name like a prayer until you were gasping for air.

Your thighs try to close in around his head, to keep him in place. He clicked his tongue, the sound lost to the way he pressed his face back into you, hands digging into your thighs to keep them apart. "I said keep still, or are you just begging for me to tie you up?"

Before you could comply, he was already pulling away. Undoing his belt and grabbed both of your wrists, using the leather to bind your hands together. "That's my girl..." he muttered, dragging your hips to the very edge of the bed and burying himself between your thighs again—this time with no mercy.

His tongue worked in cruel, practiced strokes, alternating between broad licks that had you seeing stars and sharp flicks of that damn piercing right where you needed it most.

One hand slid under your ass to grip hard enough to lift you into his mouth with a muffled groan— "Scream for me."

Your insides were already tingling, guts twisting and knotting as he continued his assault on you. "Oh- yul-!" You choked out a sob, reaching to gripping the bedsheets. "Oh god–"

The second your voice broke, Ohyul redoubled his efforts—sucking your clit into his mouth with a groan that vibrated against you, tongue pressing mercilessly against that perfect spot while his free hand snaked up to roughly pinch one of your nipples.

He could feel the way you clenched around nothing beneath him, and it drove him wild.

"Don't call for god," he snarled against slick skin before biting down just above where you needed him most—sharp enough to wring another ragged cry from you. "Say my name when you cum."

"I'm gonna cum, baby– gonna cum–" You panted, pupils blown wide as you stared at him in between your legs. His fingers digging into your thighs as he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, relentless. His tongue lashed at you in quick, sinful flicks, the cold metal of his piercing dragging just right every damn time.

Until you finally shattered beneath him with a cry that went straight to his cock.

Letting out a loud sob-like groan as you squirted all over his face, splattering messily as you came hard.

Ohyul didn’t even flinch.

He kept his mouth on you, drinking you in with a groan so deep it bordered on animalistic—tongue lapping up every last drop until you were twitching and oversensitive beneath him. Only then did he finally pull back, lips glistening, chin dripping as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

"Messy," he mumbled, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth like it was the sweetest damn thing he’d ever tasted. He leaned in close enough for you to feel his next words against your swollen clit, "Let’s do it again."

"Ohyul, wait—"

"Hm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow. His gaze raking over your body, taking in the sight of you wrecked and panting before him. "Changed your mind, already?"

"Cock."

"Thought you'd say that..." he muttered, chuckling under his breath, he didn't even bother fully undressing—just shoved his pants down enough to free his cock, gripping the base and giving it a slow stroke right in front of your face. "Since you asked so nicely."

"Just your mouth, or do you want more than that?" he growled. The question was only half-serious—he was so damn hard just looking at you, he'd give you anything you asked for.

"In my pussy..." you pant, looking up at him. The belt binding your hands together digging into your skin.

"Fuck—" His free hand slid down to grip your thigh and wrench it over his hip. He didn’t even bother lining himself up properly—just dragged the head of his cock through your slick once, twice, before shoving in to the hilt with a single ruthless thrust.

A ragged groan ripped out of him as he bottomed out, forehead dropping against yours. "So fucking wet," he gritted out, hips already rolling in shallow, punishing circles. "And all for me?"

"Yes baby–" You moaned, spreading your legs wider so that he could take it to his advantage and fill you fully.

Ohyul’s breath came in rough, uneven bursts as he drove into you with a rhythm that bordered on feral—each snap of his hips punctuated by the slap of skin and the choked-off noises you couldn’t seem to stop making. His fingers dug into your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back and expose your throat as he leaned down to bite at your collarbone.

"Say it," he demanded against sweat-slick skin, voice shredded with desperation. "Tell me whose pussy this is."

"Fuck– it's yours!" You moaned loudly, legs shaking as he bit your neck.

"Damn right." He snarled the words against your skin before sealing his mouth over yours in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue—swallowing every gasp, every broken moan as he fucked you stupid. His hips pistoned into you with brutal precision, the angle just right to have you seeing stars with every thrust.

He only broke the kiss to growl against your lips, "Fill you up so good, baby."

You opened your mouth, lolling your tongue out like a whore. The scene alone made him haul your legs over his shoulders in one brutal motion, driving into you so deep your vision whited out for a second—before spitting straight onto your tongue with a ragged groan.

"Disgusting," he panted, thumb hooking the corner of your mouth to drag it wider as he fucked into you harder, faster. "You take it so well—you stupid slut. Just opening your mouth, wanting me to spit on you." His other hand slid down to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you toward another ruinous climax as he growled, "Come with me."

You gladly swallowed his spit, "More..." you mumbled, smiling as the tip pounded—kissing your cervix wetly with every thrust.

He let out a fuck-filthy laugh, dragging his thumb from your lips to smear more spit down your chin.

"Greedy girl," he rasped, hips never stuttering in their brutal pace—each thrust punching the air from your lungs. "You want more?" His fingers tangled in your hair again, wrenching your head back as he leaned down to lick a hot stripe up the column of your throat before biting hard enough to bruise.

Then—just like you wanted—he gathered another mouthful of spit and let it drip directly onto your tongue, watching with satisfaction as you swallowed it like the good girl you were. "Take every fucking drop I give you."

The scene looked straight out of a porno. And you were enjoying it. He was bathing in it.

"Look at you, smiling all over my dick, huh?" He grins, slapping you across the cheek, just enough to make you look stupid. Your combined moans and skin-on-skin sounds lewd enough that it was the only thing that rang in both of your ears.

"Fuck, look at you," he panted, voice wrecked as his hand slid from your hair to grip your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Just reminding you who owned every gasp spilling from your lips. "Made for this—made to take my cock like a goddamn dream."

His hips stuttered, pace turning erratic as he felt his own climax coil tight in his gut. He leaned down until his lips brushed yours, sharing your air as he growled, "Cum with me."

You squirted for the second time, drenching your bodies and the bedsheets. Biting down your drunken smile as the orgasm hit hard again.

With a feral groan, he buried himself to the hilt and pumped his release into you in hot, ragged pulses—each one wringing another broken sound from both of you. Cock throbbing inside your pussy you could feel it give you one last delicious stretch as it pumped his sweet cum inside you.

His fingers tightened on your throat just enough to feel your racing pulse as he rode out the aftershocks, forehead pressed to yours like an anchor. When he finally pulled back, cock still twitching inside you.

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a soft glow of your phone painted the ceiling while the room stays lazy and quiet

he had his phone in one hand, the other tucked behind his head like he’s got nothing on his mind at all

but in reality ryul hasn’t scrolled in a solid minute.

he keeps shifting, breathing a little heavier, the excuse of ‘getting comfy’ wearing thin as he presses himself into you again

just a little too hard for it to be unintentional

his heat and weight nudging into you like an unmissable confession

you don’t look up, you just hum, teasing him without even trying, adjusting your leg, dragging it back slowly like you didn’t feel that at all

his hand slides down to your waist, pulling you even closer, hoping your body will answer before his pride has to

and you definitely notice, a teasing smile was plastered on your face as you deliberately push your behind into him with a little more pressure

ryul exhales a laugh that’s half like a groan, his forehead leaning toward your shoulder as he gives one more subtle push, equally as bold as helpless

you don’t turn around

instead, you arch your back into him just enough to make it undeniable, slow and intentional, like you want him to feel but not give in to his needs

your hips roll once, lazy, but cruel, and you let out a quiet laugh when you feel his breath hitch behind you

he presses closer, his face coming to rest into your neck, his patience thinning with every breath he takes

your shoulders relax, a little smile on your face as you keep scrolling your phone, pretending like you didn’t already made a decision you’re just.. delaying

you scooted your hips back, testing how much longer his patience and self control will last

you can hear, and feel, his breathing changing while his hands start to wander, a little restrained, as if he’s holding back the urge to just grab

his fingers ghost over your skin, close enough to make you hyper aware of every place he doesn’t quite touch

he can’t help but press himself into you with a little more force now, making it clear he’s done pretending not to want you

he exhales loudly, a groan slipping from his lips behind you, low and almost disbelieving;

“you’re really gonna make me work for it, huh?” he murmers, mouth close to your ear

his lips ghosting over your jaw and neck before pressing warm, soft kisses on the exposed skin

you still for half a second, tilting your head, your shoulder slightly nudging his jaw in the movement

he scoffs, low and almost disbelieving before reaching past you, gently but decisively taking your phone out of your hand, tossing it somewhere onto the mattress

his voice drops, steady, threaded with want instead of pleading; “alright” he says, his breath warm against your neck; “enough teasing, turn around”

you giggled breathily, rolling your eyes playfully as you rolled on your back, your eyes shining with that little shimmer of mischief

you grin, a confident yet innocent curve of lips

“for a sec i thought you were gonna beg for it”

he lets out a low laugh, his lips quirking up in an amused expression

“i’d beg for you everyday if that’s what it takes”

“well lucky you there’s no need to beg today” your voice soft but teasing

and that was all he needed

his playful grin turned into something a little more.. daring as he slids his hands under your (his) shirt, feeling your bare skin

your hand came up to brush through his hair, slightly tugging at it, playful but tempting

and his lips were on yours within seconds, wasting no time as he pushed his tongue past your lips, finding yours

a deep sigh left yours as one of his hands slides down your back to grab your ass through your panties

the kiss deepened in no time, his lips moving with so much intensity it turned hot in a matter of moments, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth

one of his hand hooks up under your leg, pulling it up over his, guiding you down so you were straddling him

he didn’t break the kiss once, only stretching his neck a little more to meet you in the middle

the hard line of his now throbbing length in his sweatpants pressed directly onto your clothed core

and something snapped in him almost immediately

there was no holding back anymore

his hands slid down to your ass, firm and steady, pushing you down with a little more force as he rocks his hips up in the same moment

you moaned into the kiss, one of your hands gripping the pillow next to his face to steady yourself as he rocked you forward, guiding your movements, letting you feel every inch of his hard on grinding up into you

you whimpered in his mouth, your hips moving almost shamelessly against his, his nails dugging into the thin fabric of your panties

he was moving with sharp thrusts, chasing the friction as you could feel the the wetness in your panties growing

“we can’t..-“ you breathed into his lips; “ohyul’s home”

“i don’t care baby, i need you- ..now” he groaned in between kisses

and with that he pulled away just briefly, flipping you over so he was the one hovering over you now

“he’s gonna hear us”

“then keep quiet for me” he smirked before locking your lips in another kiss, hungry and sure

he slowly glances to the side to where the red candles were lit on their bedside. “oh yeah.” you let out a small laugh at his nervousness, his shoulders relaxing a little. your knees bump each other, his fingers slowly reaching for you’re where they’re resting on the mattress. he laces them together, and you can feel the slight clamminess of his palms.

“it’s ok. i’m nervous too.” you reassured him softly.

ohyul looks at you softly, almost stunned, like he actually cant believe that you’re here with him right now. “you know,” he says suddenly, “i had this whole speech planned.”

“oh my god-“

“yeah - what do you mean oh my god?” his head swivelled towards yours. “it was really good too.” he scoffs in disbelief.

“yeah what was it?”

he thinks for a moment. “…i forgot.”

you burst out laughing and he just smiles at you, finding you so endearing. he squeezes your hand and leans forward to press a shy kiss on your lips. it’s soft and a little clumsy but so him. his thumb rubs little circles over your knuckles, pulling back slowly to whisper “are you sure?”

you nod, breath hitched in your throat. “yes ohyul. please.” your chest feels tight with a mix of emotions. he seems to sense it because he kisses you again, slower this time, guiding you gently down onto your back. he hovers above you carefully. "tell me if anything's weird, ok?" you nod and tug at his top for him to take it off. it got stuck on his arm and you snort. "wait - my arm - ok i got it."

he slowly slips off his hoodie off you. his cheeks flush instantly at the sight of you, he can’t help but let his eyes wander all over you as your face burns pink under his gaze.

“you’re beautiful.” he blurts out suddenly. "stop talking." you whine softly at him. his hands move slowly running his fingers up and down your sides, your skin so soft and warm under his touch. you turn your face away a little, but he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. his mouth drifts lower, brushing along your jaw and down your neck. his hands are exploring a bit more bolder now, but still cautious as if he’s checking to make sure you’re still ok. they glide over your waist, thighs and up to your perky breasts where he fondles them softly. you let out a small yelp on instinct.

ohyul jerks back and takes his hands off quick. he looks back up at you, his eyes searching your face for any discomfort. “sorry! was that bad?” he squeaks out, scared he did something wrong but you shook your head. “no! no...i liked it.” you reassure him, as he lets out a shaky breath, nodding quickly. his hands move slowly down to your shorts, fiddling with the hem as he looks up at you for approval. you nod and he slowly slides them down your bare legs along with your panties now completely bare underneath him.

he kisses you again, your hands tugging at his jeans for him to take it off. he breaks the kiss and fumbles with the belt, making you giggle. you replaced his shaky hands with your nimble fingers and unbuckled it, shoving them off leaving him in his black boxers that had a noticeable bulge poking through. you both flush at the seriousness of it all now, you’ve never seen him like this before. your eyes widen a little in surprise before you could hide it. ohyul notices immediately.

“i’ll be gentle baby, you know that.” he says softly.

“i know you will.” you whisper, smiling softly as he grabs a condom from the side drawer, ripping it off skilfully with his teeth that had you raising an eyebrow at him.

“what? i saw it a lot in videos..” he mumbles shyly as you throw your head back in laughter at the thought of ohyul noting down tricks from the porn he watches. he whines for you to stop laughing, trying to be serious. he pulls his boxers down, your laughter trailing off as he rolls the condom on his cock. wow. that’s big.

he sees you ogling shamelessly at it, his lips smirking up as he hovers over you again, grabbing the base of his cock as he feels a surge of confidence rushing through him. “you like it?” he asks teasingly. you roll your eyes at him playfully, saying nothing as you pull him down closer, lining the tip of his cock with your soaked entrance. he glides his cock in between your sticky folds as you moan softly.

“you ready?” he murmurs against your lips as you grip his soft hair, nodding slowly. “yes, please.” you whisper and he pushes in slowly. you wince slightly, feeling uncomfortable at first but ohyul makes sure not to rush, praising you sweetly as he distracts you from the pain, fingers pinching your nipples softly as you moan into his mouth.

“look at me baby.” he says softly, as he buries himself to the hilt. his hips flushed against your ass as you whine at the full feeling. you hesitantly meet his soft gaze, concern and affection all over his face. one hand cups the side of your face lovingly as you lean into it, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek softly as he begins to rock slowly back and forth. you let out a stifled moan, the pleasure slowly starting to build up. you scratch your nails into his scalp, the action making him hiss.

“feels good baby?” he asks nervously, building up his pace as he pays attention to the way your face contorts into pleasure. “yes, so good,” you admit quietly. “just, don’t stop.”

a small smile pulls at his lips as he fucks into you deeper, making you moan loader, wrapping your legs around his hips. both of you breathing heavily, ohyul mouthing at your neck and chest, leaving red splotches in its wake as you feel close. you grip onto him tighter, pussy clenching around his cock tighter to which he groans at the feeling.

“love you ohyul,” you say breathlessly. his eyes widen at the sudden declaration before smiling softly, murmuring back “love you too yn.” he picks up the pace, his orgasm fast approaching too. he intertwines his hand with yours, kissing you softly as you sob into him, the situation and the pleasure overwhelming you in emotions. he kisses your tears away, letting you cling onto him tighter as you ride out your orgasm, his name leaving your lips. ohyul follows moments later, burying his face into your shoulder as he shudders, moaning your name as he releases into the condom.

neither of you move for a while. just heavy breaths before ohyul peeks up at you, eyes shyly meeting yours. “was that good?” he asks nervously. you nod shyly. “it was..good.” you cover your face in slight embarrassment as the situation rolls over. ohyul gently pulls out, your body tired as he pulls you into his arms. you feel warm and safe in his hold, throwing a blanket over the both of you. you curl closer to his chest, already drifting to sleep before he starts grumbling behind you about how much his legs ache now. you sigh as he sprawls over you, nuzzling into your hair as you both slowly drift asleep.

ryul never fails to show js how much he loves you

body worship goes crazy w him, peppering soft kisses all over you as his hands caresses freely over you

one minute you’re sitting in his lap, the next minute you’re pinned underneath him on the bed

loves taking his sweet time, wanting to see every reaction you give him

that little squirm you do when he takes one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth has him reeling

he likes teasing you, enjoying the way you always get so impatient w him when he’s fiddling w the edge of ur panties

“ryul, please”

he’s at your service ma’am 🫡

oh he’s a munch for sure

he’s dead set on making you cum first before he fucks you

he says it’s to ‘loosen you up a bit’ since you’re always a bit tense

(makes sense tho, i would be if i had kim ryul on top of me)

finger + mouth combo

tongue swirling on your swollen nub as he plunges two fingers deep into your dripping hole, the pads of his fingers running across your gummy walls as you buck your hips up in his grip

he holds you down w the other hand splayed flat across your stomach 😵‍💫

“my good girl. so wet. all for me, hm?”

deffo has a size kink

once he squeezes his cock into your tight hole he’s already gone, watching in awe at how it disappears inside your tiny body

yk how jay park said ryul only had 2 expressions. ones 😐 and the others only reserved for you

his face softens in a way that his normally sharp face js melts

his eyes are the biggest giveaway, they’re warm and focused entirely on you and nothing else

like his gaze says everything. it’s intense but in that whipped way where he’s gone for you

loves missionary, he finds it so intimate. he’s intertwining your hands together, clasping it softly as he rocks into you back n forth, swallowing your soft gasps and moans

he doesn’t talk much during sex but his mouth is busy, kissing the underside of your jaw, lips, palm, neck, you name it.

luvs when you say his name in that breathy voice of yours, as if it’s the only thing left in your mind to say as he fucks into you so deep

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE

“taking me in so well angel, pussy was made for my cock”

watches you eagerly, needing to know what makes you twitch and squirm

you throw your head back when he hits that spot so good, his cock almost moulding your pussy into his pretty cocksleeve

he groans as he feels your gummy walls clenching around him, he doesn’t think he’ll last long so he’s focused on making you cum first

he’s rubbing your clit now with his thumb before pinching it gently and it was all too much

you’re squealing loudly as he kisses the tears that’s slipped down your flushed cheeks

you cum again, back arching into a pretty bow as he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear

“i got you baby, so good for me.”

and seeing how good he made you feel makes him also cum w a groan, wrapping his arms around your waist as he he buries his face into the crook of your neck

his cum is thick, coating your insides fully as he slows his hips, laying on top of you for a brief moment before you’re grumbling at him that he’s heavy

you whimper as he pulls his cock out slowly, cum dribbling out your ruined pussy that has him absolutely reeling

that immediate afterglow you always have after has him blushing now no matter how rough you think you look

he always finds you so pretty

aftercare w him is always the sweetest, not wanting you to move a muscle as he brushes your sweaty bangs out your face so lovingly

wiping your body down carefully, mumbling apologies when you hiss at the more sensitive parts

you’d always get flushed and embarrassed every time he does it but ryul doesn’t look at you any differently, why would he? even eye level to your pussy he's handling you w steady hands as he cleans you thoroughly, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh when he’s done

his spiky hair brushing against your skin makes you giggle

and when you're too tired to head into the shower, he's by your side.

cupping your face softly and pressing kisses to the back of your hand as you both yap away at anything and everything

or you're slowly drifting away to sleep, wrapped up in his warm embrace ❤︎

still, the producers didn’t miss the chance to mention it, of course because what tv production would miss out on a good storyline

two big established rappers were stepping onto the same competitive stage, competing against each other but undeniably being each other’s biggest cheerleader

and from day one, the cameras lingered a little longer on your shared glances between each other and the way his hand brushed yours backstage before filming started, like a quiet good luck, selling the love bugs narrative before either of you even rapped a verse

you’ve both been doing well, maybe a little too well, honestly

people have been loving the “power couple” narrative, and the producers can’t help but milk it every chance they get

your reaction shots to one another, dramatic zoom ins, shared looks when you think no one else is watching

and obviously the interviews where they ask you all kinds of questions, about the show but obviously also about the two of you

he gets asked about how he started his career, what influenced him, who inspires him, what his future looks like, and for example; what would happen if he’d ever battle you

and to that, ryul always grins and confidently says, “i’d win,” but as tough as he looks and sounds on stage. he can’t hide the sparkling energy in his eyes whenever your name gets brought up

you’ve both been absolutely killing every single round up until now, easily outdoing your opponents, winning the judges and the viewers hearts and votes like you’re collecting grocery stamps

but the new round is different, and the mcs announce it with way too much excitement;

duo battle.

one guy, one girl, randomly paired, battling another duo

and as soon as the announcement is made. the room explodes in cheers and laughter, everyone absolutely hooked with excitement

because up until now, it’s been boys and girls separated, but as more and more contestants were getting dropped, battle rounds were becoming increasingly more intense

and so it goes..

you and ryul both glance at each other automatically, almost like magnets, and for half a second you hope, stupidly, that you’ll be paired together

but of course.. you’re not

you get paired with a guy named yubin

he’s tall, has an annoying cocky grin, and he’s definitely the type who knows exactly how the camera loves him and how much he loves himself lmao

and as soon as your names are called out as a pair, he comes up to you, dapping you up like you’re teammates in a war,

“let’s make this legendary,” he says, and his eyes flick to ryul just a little too knowingly

ryul gets paired with a girl named sora

she’s insanely talented, cool, composed, yet has this sweet innocence that just keeps your eyes fixated on her, and she’s nowhere close to a problem, at all

but yubin on the other hand..

he’s definitely a problem.

your rehearsals are fine at first, yubin is good, you can’t argue the fact that he’s super creative, and he knows how to play off your rhythm well

overall a good partner when it comes to the music part itself..

but you can’t deny the fact he stands a little too close when discussing bars, or how he lets his hand hover at your waist when positioning you for stage blocking and how he calls you “noona” in that teasing tone,

and of course, ryul sees all of it.

he tries to act normal, pretends it doesn’t affect him, deeply believes he’s hiding it really well and no one around him can see how he’s fighting inner demons to keep his cool

but as much as he wants to make it look like he’s chill, every time yubin leans in to whisper something in your ear, his jaw ticks

and when yubin laughs and lightly nudges your shoulder, his grip on his water bottle tightens so hard it almost crumples

throughout practice and rehearsal sessions, you can feel his gaze burning straight through you, and you catch his eye once across the practice room, mouthing ‘relax’

but obviously a lot of things are happening to his body and mind, and relax is definitely not one of them

and then it’s there; battle day arrives, the crowd is loud, and the tension is intense, to say the least

everyone is focused and absolutely committed to win this round and when it’s finally time to start filming, your duo is up first

yubin starts strong, he has an insanely confident delivery, and undeniable smooth flow,

your eyes flicker towards the judges and they look absolutely immersed in his words and tone

you can’t help the little confident smile creeping up on your face, feeling the performance and vibe building up more and more

but then halfway through his verse, his smirk grows sharper, his eyes narrow with a hint of mischief and something a little more intense

“ryul acts tough but he fragile inside, got his girl on my team, guess i’m stealing his pride”

and the crowd reacts,

immediately,

loud “ooooooh!”’s and feet stomping filling the studio

you keep your face straight but internally you sigh, ‘yupppp here we go..’ you think to yourself,

yubin goes ‘off script’, his rehearsed lines (at least the ones he shared with you) long forgotten as he circles slightly as he raps, gesturing toward you as you’re standing a few feet away from him, before turning towards your bf,

“she say she like a man who can handle the heat, when he loses tonight, maybe she switchin’ her seat,”

and there it is. blatant.

almost like an attack that might feel a little too personal for a rap battle, but obviously yubin doesn’t care

and of course the camera immediately cuts to ryul, catching his reaction to the stage infront of him

he’s smiling.

but it’s not a happy smile,

it’s the kind that means someone’s about to get verbally executed..

and that someone is definitely not him

when it’s your turn, you do your verse flawlessly, focusing on the actual battle, not the childish baiting that your ‘partner’ did

but yubin being yubin, keeps throwing in little ad-libs under his breath when it’s your turn

“tell him, noona.”

“you deserve better,”

“you sure you with the right one?”

and the audience eats. it. up.

and so do the judges

and when it’s finally ryul’s turn, he steps up slow, his eyes are focused and his gaze shows that he’s not here to play,

he rolls his shoulders like he’s loosening something inside himself and sora gives him a look that clearly says ‘do not commit murder on live television’

and ryul only smiles, giving her one that says ‘no promises’ and the atmosphere immediately turns into something more intense,

he starts calm.

he’s controlled, easily dismantles yubin’s flow, critiques his bars, calls out recycled metaphors and his child play and you better believe, the crowd loves it

then his eyes land on you for a split second, and something shifts

“you think you clever, using her name like a shield, but you just borrowing shine from the star of the field,”

“keep her out your mouth, you’re playing a dangerous game, i don’t get jealous easy, but i don’t play about my name”

his tone drops, deeper, heavier

but he’s not finished yet,

“you testing me for cameras? that’s cute, i admit, but when the lights go off, you ain’t built for that script,”

and boom.

the crowd absolutely loses it.

and even you feel a little shiver, because that wasn’t just ryul doing his little performance,

that was real and raw.

yubin just laughs it off, the camera’s flickering from you, to yubin, to ryul, to sora. catching every possible glimpse of your reactions but when yubin’s turn again, he doesn’t dare to mention you anymore

after filming ends, the mcs wrap it up, producers swarm around the studio like monkeys that just got let loose, cameras still catching all kinds of behind the scenes reactions from the crowd, judges and the rappers

you barely have time to breathe before a hand wraps around your wrist

firm. warm. familiar.

you don’t have to look to know who it is

“come,”

ryul doesn’t look at you as he says it, he just pulls you with him

“ryul-” you try, half laughing because you know that tone

he ignores you, leading you down the hallway, past staff and past dressing rooms, until he finds an empty one and pushes the door open, pulling you inside with him

and the door immediately shuts behind you with a soft but decisive click

he turns around immediately.

and oh,

he’s not calm.

his hair is slightly messy from running his hands through it, his chest rises and falls faster than usual, and his eyes are dark

not the kind of stage dark, for the performance and effect, no real dark

“what the hell was that?” he says, voice low but tight

you blink innocently, softly chuckling to yourself, “a battle?”

“don’t play with me,”

he runs a hand over his face, sighing out loudly, clearly not having any of this

“the way he was talking to you?” he laughs under his breath, rolling his eyes as he’s rethinking what had just happened,

“he was touching you, saying that shit like you’re some trophy he can pass around just to get under my skin,”

“well, it worked,” you tease softly

he stares at you, his gaze locking with yours

“that’s not funny,”

you step closer, slowly, “you were kind of hot up there, though,”

“i’m serious,” he snaps, but his voice cracks just slightly, his tone was filled with frustration, maybe even a little hint of anger but not at you,

“i know it’s a show and a stupid strategy, but hearing him say that stuff… seeing him stand that close… you smiling at him-??”

“i smile at everyone,”

“yeah, well, i don’t like everyone smiling at you,”

and there it is. raw. exposed.

he steps closer now, closing the distance you created

his hands hover at your waist like he’s debating whether he has the right to hold you right now

“i hate when they look at you like they’ve got a chance,” he murmurs, “like i’m not right there,”

you tilt your head, “you’re always right there,”

“doesn’t feel like it when he’s using you to test me,”

“are you that easy to test?”

he scoffs, “no, but you’re my weak spot. obviously,”

you can’t the little smile creeping up on your face

“ryul,”

“what?”

“you’re being a bit dramatic,”

“i’m being honest”

“it’s just yubin,”

“just yubin?” he echoes, “his ego is literally so far up his own ass he literally thinks he got a chance with you,”

and with that he finally grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him

it wasn’t rough, just possessive, like he needs to confirm you’re real and here

and his

“i don’t like sharing you,” he says, quieter now, “even for a performance,”

your fingers slide up his chest, feeling his heartbeat still racing

“you’re not sharing me,” you whisper, “i’m not a microphone..”

a breath of a laugh escapes him despite his current mood, “that was bad,”

“you love my bad lines,”

he looks at your mouth for half a second too long

“say it,” he mutters

“say what?”

“that he doesn’t mean anything”

you raise a brow, “are you 12?”

“say it,” he shoots back immediately

you pretend to think about it, dragging it out just to watch him squirm

“maybe i like when other rappers flirt with me,” you tease, “keeps things interesting,”

his grip tightens instinctively, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to warn

“don’t,”

and that’s when you lean up, still smiling as you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips before coming back to your eyes

and you kiss him, just to shut him up

and just to prove a point

but the second your lips touch his, he melts, completely

all that tension drains out of his shoulders like someone cut a magical string

his hands slide properly around your waist now, pulling you closer like he’s been starved for it, which he is actually

and he kisses you back. deeper, and slower, like he’s claiming something without saying the word

when you pull back slightly, he chases your lips once before realizing what he’s doing

you grin, “see? very easy to handle,”

he rests his forehead against yours, breathing steadier now

“you’re evil,”

“and you’re jealous,”

“only because i know what i have”

you hum softly, “and what’s that?”

his thumb brushes over your hip absentmindedly, his eyes still down at your lips

“the best rapper in this building,” he says, then, after a beat, a little softer, “and my girl,”

you poke his chest, “your girl, huh?”

“yeah,” he replies, eyes narrowing playfully, “and next time someone uses you to get to me, i’m doubling the damage,”

you laugh, leaning in to kiss him again, your lips catching his in a slower kiss this time

he sighs into it, completely undone, his jealousy replaced by that familiar warmth,

no matter how fed up or angry he is, he can’t even stand a chance of holding himself back when it comes to you

outside of the room, somewhere down the hallway, the staff are probably looking for you

but here, inside, ryul’s hands rest steady on your waist, his heartbeat finally calm, and he has no care in the world about what is happening outside the door

“you know,” he murmurs against your lips, “i still won that round,”

you roll your eyes, “i think your jealousy is making you delusional,”

“admit it,”

“never,”

he grins, his gaze scanning your face like he has to remind himself what you look like, upclose and private for him

and tbh in this very moment, he doesn’t really care who won and who lost

because at the end of the day, it’s him who gets to take you home,

and in his world, that’s the biggest trophy he could ever have. no battles, no wacky wannabe rappers, no cameras or stages

just you and him;

‘the best rapper in this building and his girl’

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➪ Loves how you can’t part ways with the muscles of his biceps. You’re literally his pre–workout shake, his energy drink, his only motivation to go out with Ohyul four days a week to lift iron. In bed after showering, you two would cozy up together, cuddling impossibly close. He was waiting for you to squeeze at the skin of his arm—smiling knowingly when you finally did. “Come on, bite on it already like you always do” he’d chuckle when your teeth clamped, enamel soothed by his plush muscles “Like it? Worked out extra today for this” his free hand tangled in your hair, caressing as he watched you suck, bite, circling your tongue over the firm skin. “Harder—I can take it” a sly grin painted your face—nodding before sinking them in more, pressing your thighs together when you heard him sigh deeply from the pain–such a subtle reaction but still so much for someone like Ryul. You’d love his whining when you went overboard—sucking dark purple splotches torturously on the tan skin. “What? Not my fault you support my addiction”–you retaliated, knowing deep down this was only the beginning, turning him on to get him prepped for what you really wanted, which was already straining in his boxers, damp with need as he watched your glossy lips glide along his biceps “Turn over, I can’t do this anymore”

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➪ Lastly because I can literally write hundreds of paragraphs abt this man. Expanding on my first drabble post…him fucking kneeling behind you while you’re distracted washing dishes, nearly breaking one when his sharp canines dig into the soft fat of your mounds—biting above your tiny shorts, pressing your waist closer over the sink. “What’re you doing?”—you complained, staring down at him. “Eating my favorite thing”, he croaked seriously, no underlying tone in his voice, staring up at you, whites of his eyes exposed dangerously, only managing to smile shyly back down at him. His fingers raised the edge of your shorts—revealing more of your ass for him to devour, free hand moving to the small of your back to bend you over, easier access. His face pressed between the lumps, taking in the fabric smell of your underwear before biting at the skin like some vampire—making half circles over your skin, pressing wet kisses “Leave that alone—you’re not washing anymore dishes”. Eventually he’d just part them to the side, letting his nose bridge dig between you, tongue trudging lower to lick up between the line he’d been craving to eat out—now bent over the sink, him kneeled, eating you out from the back, nose digging at the sensitive dip of your ass every time his jaw moved, your liquids coating his face as his tongue circled the rim—eating gratefully, he let a ball of spit glide between the crack. Not a single complaint or pause, just him being a good eater

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you should've known that that day would come sooner.

"im thinking of asking her of becoming my girlfriend for real now." ryul confessed to ohyul one day. "i been seeing her for months, its time" ohyul grins, "you have to tell me her name now." ohyul smiles seeing his best friend act so shy.

"its __..." ryul confesses, relief to finally let someone know about your little relationship. when ohyul hears your name come off his lips, his smile starts to falter. "what..?"

ohyuls reaction makes ryul freeze and ask, "is something wrong?" ohyul doesnt want to break it to his best friend that you've been playing both, but he has to. "i think... she's been playing us both." after they both discuss what youve been doing to them both, they hd no choice but to confront at your own home.

"you think its fucking cute to be playing us both, huh?" ohyul groans snapping his hips making you let out another squeak. "was this your plan all along? taking two dicks at the same time?" ohyul just couldnt stop, his dick keeps on hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

hes just so mad and heart broken by your betrayal, he cant stop fucking himself in your pussy. that same pussy he thought he was the only one fucking.

“im-imsorrry” you try to speak but it all sounds gibberish, theres drool all over your lips, from having ryuls cock in your mouth. “fuck, thats it.” ryun groans, head falling back as his other hand gently brushed your hair with his fingers.

theres no way he could be mad at you, yes, hes heart broken that you been toying with him and his best friend. but everytime he looks down at you, with your lips wrapped around his cock- eyes watery and lips swollen. he falls in love all over again.

"ru" you whined, pouting your lips at him with glassy eyes, a sort of way of asking for forgiveness. "our baby just wanted us both, is that right." he makes you take him again, a small smile on his lips as your tongue licks his tip again.

"this slutty pussy belongs to us both now." ohyul groans, his cock still pounding into you, balls slapping your clit that just makes you arch your back into him more. you couldn’t help but get even more wetter and squeeze around him tighter knowing you were getting fucked so good from behind and front.

ohyul scoffed, “ryul, she fucking loves this. our girl loves getting fucked by us.” he grins. ryul just hums to himself as he watches you struggle to take his dick in your mouth and getting your pussy pounded.

this is exactly where you want to be.

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

“Wow—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

Fully spent

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