#kwon ohyul

bk! ohyul: what started as an accidentally forgetting to pull out on time became a habit he's become obsessed with repeating. maybe it’s his poorly veiled possessiveness that shows up in these moments. the idea that it’s his come filling you up and no one else’s.

bk! ohyul: who would lazily use the tip of his dick to spread it inside you. an oddly fascinating view. there’s the thrill of pushing back the excess cum straight into you. letting it coat your walls. letting it drip down your thighs. he'd use his fingers sometimes too. and watch the way you'd squirm at the sticky sensation. sensitive from the overuse.

bk! ohyul: who won’t even completely remove your panties but rather prefers you have them on. just pushed to your side so his releases lands on them and he can store it to future memory. sort of like a token. he'd buy you extra pairs just to get another chance to ruin them

bk! ohyul: who switches position just to see his cum run down your thighs. like when you're laying on your back, your hips hoisted against his thigh and he's using his strength to lock your waist in place. he drills into you in precise points and your body reacts equally.

when you'd get shy as youd sometimes do. his stare too intense. a pillow thrown over your face so you can hide just for a moment. but ohyul hates that more than anything. he wants to see you. wants to watch both sets of your lips .

bk! ohyul: who makes it his mission to not come before you do. he's done it once before and hated it. of course he'd always make sure you get your own release if it happens.

he knows how to pull it out of you easier. knows that you get a thrill from having him biting the soft skin below your jaw, just above your collarbone. how you clench automatically when his teeth indents on your skin. the way you'd whine out the longest moan and he'd smile in between the bites.

bk! ohyul: who doesn't really like the idea of being a parent right now. when you're both so young and have goals for your careers. really it's the intimacy of it all. how he'll sneak in a quickie at events and him knowing that you're sitting with his loads between your thighs as you greet his friends politely.

that sort of feeling rather than the physical act of conceiving a baby.

“i swear i just had them.” you look up and have to do a double take. damn. ohyul always looks good, but standing there with his hands on his hips, hair messy from lying around all day, zip-up sliding off one shoulder to expose his bicep in that tank, with his glasses sliding low on his nose? angelic. 

you force yourself to look back down, biting your lip to hide your smile. 

“what’s wrong with the glasses?” you ask innocently. ohyul sighs. 

“nothing, it’s just easier without having to carry them around ‘n stuff — especially when i’m dancing.” 

you hum, sinking back into the pillows to watch him from behind your book as he paces around some more, still searching. 

“this place is not that big,” he grouses, “they’ve gotta be here somewhere.”

your head falls back as he leans over you to check the shelf above the headboard. he catches your gaze where from you’re staring at him below. his lips quirk up a little at your beaming smile. 

“what?”

“nothing,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “you just look hot in glasses.”

ohyul grins. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you answer, giggling when his arms drop to either side of you, caging you in against the pillows as he climbs on top of you. his lips meet yours, glasses fogging up, and the kiss makes you so breathless that you don’t notice his hands slipping behind the pillows at your back. 

“aha!” he cries, snatching the contact case from where you’d stashed it under the pillows. he sits back, holding it out of reach while you try to grab it back. “little sneak.”

he laughs when you fall forward against him, steadying you with his free hand around your waist. “i kinda need these, you know,” he hums down at your pouting face. 

“i like the glasses.”

“i can tell,” he teases, laughing again at your disdained expression. he kisses the pout on your lips once more before disentangling himself and getting to his feet. “freak.”

“just leave them for today!” you call after him in a dramatic plea as he gathers his things to change in the hotel bathroom, still laughing at you. 

“maybe if you behave.”

“hmph.”

so crazy about glasses ohyul #im in love <3

louis.

His bed was as comfortable as you imagined. His wardorbe was as cool as you'd expected. Louis had offered you to stay over at the dorms and wait for him to come back after dance practice. Obviously, you immediately took him up on the offer and now you were standing in front of your boyfriends closet, thinking of what shirt to steal. Your eyes searched through the various colors of the tops he owned until a pink bape shirt caught your attention. This had to be it. With a sheepish smile you fished it out of the clothing-chaos living inside of his closet and changed.

Footsteps and voices were heard from outside after an hour or so and you straightened up, recognizing the voice of your favorite, sweet boy. "We're back!" he called out as soon as the four of them stepped inside.

Louis, as jolly as ever whenever he was about to see his girlfriend, opened the door to his room. "Hey, y/n, did you- oh." You met his eyes across the room and tilted your head just a fraction, watching as a smug, adorable smile spread on his face. "Is that mine?" Louis asked and closed the door behind him, slowly walking up to you.

The sheepish smile on your lips reappeared. "Maybe," you said. His tall form approached you and he pulled you in for a hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "I missed you," he murmured and you wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.

A soft laugh escaped you, a sound Louis could replay all day, every day. "You saw me two hours ago."

He groaned playfully before leaning back enough to look at you. "That's exactly the problem. Worst two hours of my life." And then, because apparently he took not seeing you for two hours as the biggest disrespect thrown at him from life, Louis peppered your face with sweet kisses. Over your cheeks, on your nose, one on your forehead before pressing a peck directly to your lips.

"You look good in my clothes, by the way," he then mumbled, eyes almost sparkling as he properly took in your appearance. "Only 'good'?" you asked back, hand reaching up to your chest in feigned offence. He laughed and shook his head. "Pardon, mon amour. You look pretty," he started. "Wait, no, scratch that. You look magnifique." A slight blush spread on your cheeks. "Yeah, I can work with that.." He chuckled and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

"I know, my sweet angel."

woojin.

You were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of lngshot's dorm. Woojin was home alone so he deicided to invite you over and you gladly accepted his invitation.

"Babe, have you seen my favorite shirt?" he suddenly called out from his room. "The one with the stripes?" You looked down your body, right at the shirt he described. That was the shirt you took home last time? "Uhh, I don't know!" you called back, because now you got two options: either you'd quickly change into something else or you get caught. This wasn't just any shirt. Ohyul called it his 'emotionial support shirt' he liked to wear everywhere. Not even the boys were allowed to borrow it.

"I can't find it, I've looked every-" You froze as Woojin came out his room, slowly turning your head, just to find him staring at you with his head tilted to the side.

"I may or may not have stolen it," you whispered. "Don't kill me! I swear, I didn't-" you jumped to your feet before holding your hands up in surrender. "I didn't do anything with it."

Woojin stared at you in silence before huffing out a laugh. "Woah, calm down, princess" he chuckled and walked over to you. His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you closer. "I'd say give it back but honestly, you look fantastic in my clothes," he said. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

"I do?"

"Absolutely. Dare I say, it looks even better on you than on me."

"Oh, please, now you're just flattering me."

Though Woojin took every chance he got to compliment you (because in his opinion, leaving you even a day without calling you beautiful at least once was the equivalent of him being the worst boyfriend ever), you still felt shy, not knowing how to properly deal with his words, except for blushing profusely.

He dipped his head down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm just telling the truth. My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous and I'd like her to know that."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips brushed against each other with soft movements, making your heart do sumersaults, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit.

"Thank you, baby," you whisper against his mouth.

"Of course, my love."

ryul.

Apparently, Ryul couldn't stay apart from you. Not even for a day. You were sitting on a chair in the studio, listening to your favorite music. It was late, barely anyone was left at the company and you had the room all to yourself.

ry <3: where r you? I miss you so much

Your phone buzzed and you unlocked it, the notification of your boyfriend's message putting a smile on your face instantly. You typed back, biting your lip to keep you from grinning like an idiot.

me: at the studio. you coming?

It didn't even take him three seconds to reply.

ry <3: i'll be there in 5

And, soon enough, Ryul showed up. Your heart was thumping in your chest, though you've been meeting him constantly. Guess your heart would never get used to how stupidly handsome the guy was. "Hi baby, how are you?" he greeted, leaning in to press a peck to your lips. Then he paused and looked down at you. "Is that mine?" You followed his gaze to the shirt you were wearing and nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. "What if it is?"

Ryul raised a brow and pulled you off the chair, before grabbing your waist and placing you on the table. He gently spread your legs and stood between them, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezed a little, eyes taking in your appearance. "Looks good on you," he murmured. "Everything looks good on you."

"You think so?" you whisper back, heart thumping in your chest. "Mhm...," he hummed and leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, his breath warm on your skin. You instinctively lean your head to the side to give him the access he needed and draped one arm lazily over his shoulder. Ryul pressed a tender kiss to your throat, lovingly as always. "But I feel like you'd look even better without it."

The tone in his voice was unmistakable and it sent heat straight to your gut.

"I think so too. Wanna find out?"

"Bet."

ohyul.

The soft tap tap tap of the rain against your window was the only sound in your apartment as you woke up in your bed, taking in your surroundings. Next to you (hah get it?) lay your boyfriend Ohyul, still stuck in the lands of his dreams.

Your cheeks felt warm when you realized that you wore nothing except your underwear and images from last night made their way into your mind: Ohyul's body over yours, hot and firm. His kisses covering almost every inch of your body, devouring you like you were his last meal.

Without making any loud noises, you got out of bed and grabbed the next shirt your hands could make out. Once in the kitchen, you turned on your favorite songs and silently hummed along, preparing breakfast for the two of you.

After a while Ohyul got up as well, standing in the doorway and watched as you moved through the kitchen. It felt strangely domestic already and the sight of you in his shirt did nothing to calm his thumping heart. You were beautiful. In every aspect possible. To him, you were the light he found during a time he needed it most and now he felt lucky to call you his.

"You should wear my clothes more often, darling," Ohyul said softly, announcing his presence. You snapped your head around and saw him walking over to you, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that sat low on his hips. "Suits you. Reminds me that you're mine."

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he looked over your shoulder to see what you were cooking. "What're you making?"

"You can't just say things like that and then switch the topic," you murmured, blushing slightly, and Ohyul chuckled sweetly.

"Say things like what, hm? That you're mine? That you look perfect in my shirt? That you're the most beautiful girl on this planet?" He kissed your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.

"Oh, please..."

⤷ ゛ohyul ˎˊ˗

humiliation! ˎˊ˗ he likes it when you call him out on things that makes him flush pink and pretty. call him anything; perv, pathetic, good boy, it’s got him creaming in his pants. LOVES when you grip his hair and force him to look at the sticky mess he’s making whilst your stroking his cock until he’s cumming all over himself and your pretty hands. making him lick your hand clean as you call him filthy for doing so, only for his cock to twitch up again in interest.

dacryphilia!ˎˊ˗ at first he felt guilty when you started blubbering on his cock, the overwhelming sensation and pleasure all too much for you. but now it gets him riled up, watching you cry on his cock only. his own stomach flutters seeing you sob so pitifully. your beautiful face streaked with tears as he licks them off you, pounding into you harder as he shushes you softly, not wanting to cum just yet.

praise!ˎˊ˗ he js loves you sm and always wants to make sure you know how good you’re doing for him, your small pussy sucking in his cock greedily. he leaves kisses all over your body, singing praises into your ear about how perfect you are and that your pussy was made for him. return the favour and it has his brain turn into mush, snapping his hips into you quicker as his cock throbs inside you, already close to cumming.

dirty talk!ˎˊ˗ loves when you talk straight filth into his ears. he gets off on it. no shame. you could be in a public space and you’d lean over to whisper the most outrageous things. it leaves him frozen for a second but then he’s squirming in his seat, head hung down to hide the flush on his cheeks as his hardening cock starts to strain against his jeans. and then he’s rushing you home, throwing you onto the bed and demands you to say it again. blood rushing to his cock as he fills out your nasty fantasies you were whispering to him before, wanting to see if you’re all bark and no bite. there’s no tapping out now!

overstimulation!ˎˊ˗ when he’s sinking his cock back into your filled pussy he says he can’t help it. he just loves the feeling of your sticky filled cunt squeezing around his now painful cock but he can’t stop. he’s panting into your neck and spilling out apologies as you whine for him to slow down because you’re so sensitive. he’s holding your shaking legs down as he’s adamant on making you cum and squirt again on his cock.

⤷ ゛ryul ˎˊ˗

creampies!ˎˊ˗ he’s the type to spread your sticky folds w his fingers to watch his cum dribble out of your stretched pussy. he curses under his breath watching your sticky pussy clenching around nothing, trying to keep his seed in. he’s scooping the mess up with his fingers immediately to push it back inside you, not wanting you to waste a single drop.

choking!ˎˊ˗ his hand is always somehow creeping up your neck to wrap it around firmly on your throat, not applying that much pressure but just enough so you can feel it. he can feel your wet cunt clench around him as he does it, loving that dizzy feeling you get. he gets off knowing how much you trust him to not hurt you. he feels this buzz that he’s in control and you let him be. and when he squeezes ever so lightly around your throat you gasp and that glint in your eyes brighten as get lost in the dizzy feeling, your orgasm hitting you much harder and it's got him groaning and needing more.

roleplay!ˎˊ˗ …you’ve gotta hear me out on this, have you seen him at fansigns?? bros always dressing up and low-key think he’d be into that. give him a police uniform and some cuffs and he’d be on it. professor and student. doctor and patient. at first you’d laugh at him and say no which made him pout in a corner but of course he respected your decision. but one time he actually convinced you to try it with him. the first was as a policeman and that’s when you realised how sexy this man is in a uniform and giving strict orders. it actually didn’t take much more convincing after that. if you were both in a goofy mood there would be times where either of you would laugh and break character but it was always fun AND you’d have the most mind blowing orgasms through these fantasies. deffo would try to fuck you in one of his naruto cosplays he stole from one of the fansign events and idk how that would go down lmao

hair pulling!ˎˊ˗ he’s got the perfect hair for this and it goes both ways. he’s wrapping his hand around your silky hair for leverage whilst he fucks you doggy on the bed. and when you’re being bratty he’s tugging harshly at your scalp, pulling your head back so your throat is bared at him, enjoying your soft pleas for some mercy before shoving you face down into the pillow to shut you up. and when he’s eating you out he loves when you’re tugging at his hair to get him off you, too sensitive and impatient. or you’re gripping his hair to shove his face impossibly closer to your dripping pussy, groaning against your sticky core as you use him for your pleasure.

size!ˎˊ˗ the way his body engulfs yours underneath him has him reeling. you’re clutching weakly at his broad shoulders with your small hands as he pounds into you. he luvs watching how your pretty cunt swallows his cock so eagerly, a bulge imprinted onto your stomach that has him groaning. he’s splaying his large hand over your stomach and presses down on it muttering “can you feel me in there sweetheart? can’t believe your tiny pussy is swallowing my cock so well.” he’s obsessed with the way he can fold your legs up and over and fucks you so deep in the mating press and you can’t do anything except take it.

upon arrival, it takes exactly 3 minutes for everything to fall apart,

the moment you all step into the space with the two big bungalows, woojin stops dead in his tracks,

“this one,” he announces, pointing dramatically to the one on the left,

his girlfriend doesn’t even question it, she just nods approvingly, “okay,”

“wait-“ you start,

“idc who joins,” woojin continues, already walking toward his chosen spot, “we’re taking this one,”

“you can’t just-” ohyul begins, but he’s immediately cut off,

louis and ryul, without a single word of discussion, grab their bags and head straight into the other bungalow,

like it’s the most obvious decision in the world,

no hesitation or looking back, let alone a single word,

you blink, and next to you, your bf does the exact same..

there’s a pause,

“..are they serious?” ohyul asks slowly,

you peek into the second bungalow,

louis is already flopping onto one of the beds, shoes still on,

ryul calls out, “this one’s good!”

ohyul’s eye twitches in absolute disbelief,

“no,” he says, “no, no, no-“

you can see it happening, the exact moment he realizes what’s actually happening,

two bungalows. three beds each.

woojin + girlfriend = one bed,

louis and ryul,

which leaves..

one bed, in each bungalow, separate,

ohyul turns to you very slowly, “we are not sleeping separately,”

you press your lips together, trying not to laugh, “ohyul,”

“no,” he repeats, “absolutely not, i refuse,”

he drops the bags he’s holding like they’ve personally betrayed him instead of his friends, “i’m literally dragging ryul out by his hair,”

“ohyul!”

he’s already marching toward the bungalow, sleeves pulled up like he’s about to start a war, which he actually would if he could,

you grab his wrist before he gets far, “hey,” you can’t help but laugh, “relax-“

“relax?” he turns to you, offended, “they stole our bed situation!”

“there was no assigned bed situation,” you say, trying to stay reasonable,

“there should have been,”

you laugh again, tugging him back, “it’s fine, they just didn’t think about it,”

“i thought about it,” he mutters,

“i know you did baby,”

he crosses his arms, sulking now, we’re talking full pout and eyebrows furrowed like the whole world has wronged him,

“we sleep together every day,” you say softly, nudging his side, “it’s just one night,”

“two nights,” he corrects immediately,

“still,”

“still no,”

you step closer, poking his cheek, “don’t be dramatic,”

“i’m not being dramatic,” he insists, even though he absolutely is, “this is a valid emotional response,”

“to sleeping in a different bed for once?”

“yes,”

you snort,

he leans down slightly, lowering his voice just for you to hear, “i don’t sleep well without you,”

and yeah, okay, that one hits a little,

you soften, brushing your fingers against his arm, “you’ll survive,”

“i actually might not,”

you smile, reaching up to fix his hair a little, “we’ll just hang out until late anyway, you’ll pass out as soon as you touch your bed,”

he stares at you for a second longer, clearly still unhappy,

“i’m still mad at them,” he mutters,

“i know,”

“especially ryul,”

“i know,”

there’s another pause,

“..fine,” he sighs dramatically, “but this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,”

“i expect nothing less,”

a little later it’s time for food,

and dinner is.. loud,

the six of you are crowded around the small terrace of woojin’s bungalow, the grill sizzling while louis pretends he knows what he’s doing,

“that’s not cooked,” ryul says, poking at a piece of meat,

“it’s medium rare,” louis argues,

“it’s medium alive,”

woojin is too busy eating to care, his girlfriend is next to him, stealing food straight off his plate while he complains but doesn’t actually stop her,

you’re sitting beside ohyul, who has been in a mood to say the least,

“so,” he says casually, way too casually, “must be nice, stealing beds,”

ryul looks up, unimpressed, “we didn’t steal anything,”

“you occupied without discussion,”

“you were gone,” louis shoots back,

“for five minutes!”

“that’s enough time,” ryul says, “you snooze, you lose bro,”

ohyul stares at him, “you’re dead to me,”

you nudge him under the table, “ohyul,”

he ignores you, “i hope your bed is uncomfortable,”

“it’s actually really nice,” louis says, stretching, “super soft,”

ohyul scoffs, “fake softness, bad for your back,”

“you haven’t even tried it,”

“i don’t need to, i can tell,”

ryul smirks, “you’re just mad,”

“i’m not mad,”

you raise an eyebrow at him,

“i’m annoyed,” he corrects,

woojin’s girlfriend laughs, “you’re such a baby,”

“i’m not a baby,” ohyul shoots back immediately,

you lightly smack his arm, “stop picking fights,”

he looks at you, eyes wide with betrayal, “you’re on their side?”

“i’m on the side of peace and food,” you say, grabbing a piece of grilled meat,

“wow,” he mutters, “even my own girlfriend,”

but a second later, he’s quietly placing a better cooked piece onto your plate, without saying anything,

and you smirk to yourself, hiding your smile

after dinner, it’s time for the unmissable campfire,

because let’s be real, a camping trip without a campfire doesn’t count at all,

compared to dinner, the campfire is calmer,

the sky is dark, the fire crackling in front of you as everyone lounges around in a loose circle, drinks in hand, snacks scattered around,

marshmallows are being passed around,

louis even pulls out some cheese he took from the store earlier, “for later purposes,” he said, and you guess that’s right now,

you’re barely seated for two seconds before ohyul shifts closer,

then closer, and closer,

until his arm is fully wrapped around you, pulling you into his side like he’s claiming you,

you laugh softly, “ohyul-“

“what?”

“you’re squishing me,”

“good,”

you try to lean forward to grab your drink and he immediately tightens his hold,

“where are you going?”

“i’m getting my drink?”

“stay,” he says, pulling you back against him,

“ohyul,”

“i’ll get it for you,”

“i can get it myself,”

“no,”

you turn your head to look at him, your eyes look serious but the smile on your lips definitely gives you away, “you’re being clingy,”

“i’m always clingy,”

“this is extra,”

he rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping into a soft whine, “i don’t like this arrangement,”

you smile a little, “i noticed,”

“i want to sleep next to you,”

“i know,”

“what if i can’t fall asleep?”

“you will,”

“what if i don’t?”

“then you’ll try again,”

“you don’t get it,” he says seriously,

you laugh, leaning back into him properly this time, “you’re overreacting,”

“i’m not,”

he scoffs offended, but then just hugs you tighter,

a few minutes later, you shift again, trying to stand up again, and he immediately pulls you back down,

“ohyul,”

“no,”

“i just want another drink,”

“i’ll go,”

“you said that last time,”

“and i meant it this time,”

you sigh, shifting again but giving up soon enough,

and your boyfriend grins like he’s won something, his grip on you only tightening,

across the fire, ryul watches the whole thing with a very amused expression on his face, “you’re not surviving tonight,”

ohyul doesn’t even look at him, “i hate you,”

“yeah, yeah,” ryul laughs, knowing his friend a little too well,

the fire is nice and warm

the soft sound of the flames, with everyone talking over each other, laughing and joking about whatever, sends a calm and gentle feeling to your body,

until..

a breeze cuts through and makes you shiver by the sudden cold,

you pull your arms in closer, “okay, nope,”

ohyul immediately looks down at you, “what?”

“i’m cold,”

“come here,” he says, already dragging you closer like that solves everything,

and yeah, it helps, a little,

.. for about ten seconds,

another gust hits and you physically flinch, your arms shivering, “no, i need an actual sweatshirt,”

“you’re fine,” he mumbles into your hair,

“ohyul,”

“stay,”

“ohyul,”

he groans quietly, tightening his hold, “don’t leave me,”

you laugh, shifting in his hold, “i’m not leaving you, i’m going to get a sweatshirt,”

“same thing,”

you try to get his arm off but he does not budge a single bit,

“ohyul, i’m cold,”

“i’m warm,”

“you’re not a blanket,”

“i can be,”

you push at his arm again, “let me go,”

“no,”

“ohyul,”

he sighs dramatically like this is the hardest decision of his life, then finally loosens his grip, just barely tho,

“20 seconds,” he says, “if you’re not back in 20 seconds, i’m coming to get you,”

you snort, nudging his shoulder, “you’re weird,”

“i’m serious,”

“okay,” you say, already standing, “count if you want,”

“i will,”

“you won’t,”

“i will,”

you walk off before he can say anything else, shaking your head with a smile,

and yuppp,

you don’t even make it fully inside the bungalow before you hear the door creak again behind you,

you don’t turn around, because you don’t have to to know who it is, “that was not 20 seconds,”

“it felt like 20 seconds,” ohyul says, closing the door like he’s at home there,

you glance over your shoulder, “you’re literally so dramatic,”

“you left me,”

“ohyul, i walked 10 meters,”

“i was alone,”

“with 5 other people sitting right there,”

“doesn’t count,”

you laugh under your breath, digging through your bag for a sweatshirt, “you’re unbelievable,”

before you can even pull it on, he’s already behind you again,

his arms wrapping around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder like he physically cannot exist more than half a meter away from you,

“you feel cold,” he murmurs,

“no shit,”

“should’ve stayed,”

“ohyul-“

he presses closer, hands sliding just slightly under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin,

not too much but just enough to make you pause for a second,

“what’s up with you today,” you chuckle,

“you had your period all week,” he mutters, voice low and a little sulky, “and now you’re finally blood free and i don’t even get to sleep next to you,”

you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head, “that’s your complaint right now?”

“yes i haven’t had you in so long,”

“it was only a week,”

“exactly my point,”

you turn a little in his hold, looking at him, “we would’ve had to share with one of them anyway, nothing would’ve happened,”

he shrugs slightly, but his hands don’t move away, “i don’t care,”

“ohyul-“

“at least i could’ve been next to you,” he says, softer now, “that’s enough,”

you tilt your head, “just sleeping?”

he gives you a look,

“..sleeping?” you repeat, very pointedly to get your point across,

he hums, unconvinced, “there’s more ways for me to feel you,”

you can’t help but laugh a little, “you’ve survived longer,”

“10 days, and i wasn’t planning on setting a new record,”

“you counted?” you laugh,

“yes, a suffering man does crazy things,”

your eyebrows lift slightly, but you can only chuckle at your boyfriend’s face,

his thumb brushes absentmindedly against your side, “i just like having you there,”

you smile a little, “you’re so needy,”

“only for you,”

you roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to rest over his anyway, “you’ll survive one night,”

“i don’t want to survive, i want to thrive,”

you only sigh softly, holding back a smile,

he presses his face into your neck for a second, mumbling something you don’t quite catch, but his arms tighten like he’s trying to memorize you or something equally ridiculous,

you gently nudge him back, “okay, let me actually put this on before i freeze,”

he sighs but lets go, barely tho, but just enough for you to pull the sweatshirt over your head,

the second you’re done, he’s back like a magnet,

you shake your head, smiling, “you’re actually impossible,”

“and yet,” he says, pulling you in again, “you love me,”

he kisses your cheek,

probably a good 6 times, before he finally lets go completely,

letting you drag him out of the bungalow,

“yooo noona!!”

you barely step back into the firelight before louis pops up in front of you, way too energetic for someone who just ate like 10 marshmallows,

you blink at him, “hi lou,”

“come on,” he says, already grabbing your wrist lightly. “we gotta explore,”

“explore?”

yeah,” he nods, grinning, “i saw a playground earlier,”

“a playground?” you giggle,

“yeah,” he repeats, like this is the most exciting discovery of the century, “with swings and everything bro,”

you laugh, “you’re fr?”

“dead serious, cmon time for adventure,”

ohyul’s arm tightens around you immediately, “no,”

you don’t even look at him yet, “why not,”

“answer is no,” he says flatly,

louis rolls his eyes, “hyung, relax,”

“get your own girlfriend,”

“i’m borrowing her,” louis shoots back without missing a beat,

“you’re not borrowing anything,”

“she’s not yours,” louis pushes, a little mischievous smile on his face,

“she actually is so you better-“

you smack ohyul’s arm lightly, “ohyul-“

“it’s dark,” he argues,

“there are lights everywhere,”

“still dark?!”

louis leans closer to you, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret, “he’s scared,”

ohyul glares at him, “i’m not scared,”

“of being alone,” louis finishes, grinning, way too amused,

you snort softly and ohyul looks offended,

“wow? okay?”

“ohyul,” you say, turning to him, “i’m just going to look at a playground,”

“why?”

you shrug, “because it’s there?”

louis nods eagerly, “exactly! it’s a must,”

ohyul stares at both of you like you’ve lost your minds,

“i’ll be right back,” you say, patting his chest like that would calm him down,

he catches your hand before you can pull away, “no funny business,”

“…with louis?? ..at a playground?”

“you never know who’s out there,”

you laugh, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “who knows, maybe i’ll get kidnapped!”

“yn i’m being-“

“hyung i’ll protect her don’t worry,”

“no because that should be comforting?” ohyul scoffs, “bro you run off screaming before you even know what’s going on,”

you laugh again, pushing him away now, “don’t start a fight while i’m gone,”

“no promises,” he mutters again,

louis is already pulling you away, “bye hyung, don’t cry,”

“you better sleep with your eyes open tonight,”

the campsite feels different away from the fire,

a lot quieter, the vibe softer, with little lights lining the paths,

louis walks next to you, hands in his hoodie pocket, kicking at small rocks,

“this place is kinda cool,” he says,

“you mean the playground?” you tease,

“don’t act like you’re not excited,”

“a little,” you chuckle,

“exactly,” he grins,

you walk a bit further before he bumps his shoulder into yours lightly,

“also,” he adds, “i’m sorry,”

you glance at him, “for what?”

“the bed thing,” he says, “we kinda just took over,”

you wave it off, “don’t worry, it’s fine,”

“nah, but still,” he shrugs, “i didn’t think about it,”

“it’s okay,” you reassure him again,

“i can switch, though,” he adds, like it’s no big deal, “with ohyul hyung,”

you giggle, “louis-“

“i don’t mind,” he continues, “you can take my bed,”

“what about you?”

he shrugs again, “i’ll just crash in woojin’s tent, or squeeze in with ryul hyung, i was gonna sleep next to him anyway,”

you raise an eyebrow, “oh?”

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, “it gets kinda scary at night, you know? ryul hyung feels safe,”

you soften immediately, “that’s actually kind of cute,”

“don’t tell him i said that,” louis immediately says,

“too late,”

“yoo-“

you grin, “i’m joking,”

there’s a small pause before you shake your head, “but no, you’re not switching,”

“why not?”

“because it’s fine,” you say, nudging his arm lightly, “ohyul’s just being dramatic,”

“that’s true,” louis snorts,

“he’ll live,”

“are you sure?”

“unfortunately, yes,”

louis grins a little at that, shoulders relaxing, “okay,”

you walk a little further in comfortable silence before he glances at you for a second, then looks ahead again, tone a little softer, but still very him,

“he really likes you tho,”

you smile without thinking, “i know,”

“like.. a lot,” he adds, “it’s kinda crazy,”

“is it?”

“yeah,” he nods, “i’ve never seen him like this,”

you hum quietly, looking down at the path for a second, but smiling to yourself, “me neither,”

louis nudges you with his shoulder again, “don’t break his heart bro,”

you gasp lightly, “wow?”

“i’m serious,”

“what about him breaking mine?”

he thinks about it for a second, “..nah he wouldn’t,” he says simply, “he’s too gone,”

you shake your head, smiling,

a little up ahead, you can already see the small playground he was talking about,

it’s empty, slightly lit, and the swings are moving just a little in the breeze,

louis squeaks excitedly, pointing, “see? definitely worth it,”

“…okay, yeah,” you admit, “this is kinda cute,”

“told you,”

back near the fire, you can faintly see ohyul’s figure pacing again, very obviously pretending he’s not watching the path,

louis follows your gaze and grins, “he’s actually losing it,”

“he is,”

“we should stay a little longer to teach him a lesson,”

“what lesson?” you laugh,

“separation,” he grins, “he has serious issues,”

you laugh as both of you sit down on a swing, letting the moment linger a little longer before eventually heading back to your spot on the campsite

at aome point, the fire dies down slowly, conversations getting quieter, everyone around you stretching and yawning,

you lean back slightly, sighing softly, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,”

ohyul’s head snaps toward you immediately, “already?”

“it’s late,” you say, standing up and brushing your hands off, “and i’m tired,”

“i’ll come,” he says instantly,

you give him a look, “to.. watch me brush my teeth?”

“support,” he corrects,

“right,” you snicker,

you grab your things, a towel, a hoodie, your little bag with toiletries, and start heading toward the shower area,

you don’t even have to check to know he’s following,

the shower rooms are surprisingly nice,

bright, clean, and way bigger than expected,

“this is better than my bathroom,” you mutter, setting your stuff down,

“this looks good,” ohyul agrees, already closing the door behind him,

you glance at him through the mirror as you pull your toothbrush out,

he just stands there, watching you,

you start brushing your teeth, leaning slightly over the sink, and not even two seconds later, he’s behind you,

of course,

his arms slide around your waist like it’s muscle memory, pulling you back against him,

you make a muffled sound, toothbrush still in your mouth, “ohyul-“

“what?” he mumbles, pressing his face into your shoulder,

his hands settle at your sides, warm and familiar, and then slowly, too casually, start wandering,

you pause, meeting his eyes in the mirror,

he just looks back at you, completely unashamed,

you shake your head, trying not to smile around your toothbrush,

he hums softly, pressing a lazy kiss against the side of your neck, “i missed you,”

“you’ve been glued to me all night,”

“not enough,”

you spit, rinse your mouth, then turn slightly in his arms, “you’re clingier than usual,”

“because i’m being neglected,”

you snort, “neglected?”

“yes,”

his hands tighten slightly at your waist, pulling you closer again like he’s making a point,

you poke his chest lightly, “behave,”

“no,”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you free yourself from his hold, stepping back toward the showers,

you pull your hoodie off,

and he watches you for half a second before stepping closer again like it’s automatic,

you glance at him, “you’re not subtle,”

“wasn’t trying to be,”

you giggle, rolling your eyes at him

he lets eyes drag over your full body as your clothes drop to the floor,

“you’re staring,”

“i know,”

you laugh, but there’s no real resistance as you reach for his hand, pulling him towards the shower,

his eyebrows lift slightly, “you’re serious?”

“do you rather stand here then?”

“i absolutely do not want to stand here,” he says immediately, pulling his shirt over his face faster than ever,

you huff out a soft laugh, stepping into the shower space,

he pauses for half a second, glancing around like he just remembered something, “aren’t there cameras here?”

you blink at him,

“in a shower room?” you deadpan,

he shrugs, “what? you never know,”

you stare at him for a second, then shake your head,

“i’m just cautious,” he adds,

“mhm,”

the water turns on, and it’s almost instantly warm, steam starting to fill the space soon after,

you step under it first, letting out a quiet sigh at the heat after a whole day outside,

and a second later, he’s right behind you again,

“well,” he murmurs, voice lower now, closer to your ear, “it’s definitely not soundproof,”

you turn your head slightly, “ohyul-“

“so,” he continues, stepping in closer, hands finding your waist again, “you better keep it quiet,”

your breath hitches just a little, not dramatic, but definitely enough for him to notice,

“and you better behave,” you mutter,

“but you like it,”

before you can respond, he leans in, not wasting any time now he finally got ylu to himself,

his lips were on yours within seconds, kissing you properly for the first time since all the chaos started,

the warm water keeps running over both of you, steam fogging up the glass, everything else fading out for a second,

his hands stay at your waist at first, a little grounding, but there’s an impatience there too, like he’s been waiting all night for this exact moment,

you lean into him without thinking, fingers pressing into his chest,

he hums softly against your lips, pulling you a little closer, like he’s making up for lost time,

he kisses you softly,

like he somehow always does with him when he’s been waiting too long,

it’s warm, yet a little desperate, but it doesn’t stay like that for long,

because it’s ohyul,

and he’s been deprived for, in his words, “an unacceptable amount of time,”

you feel it in the way he leans in more, deepening it just slightly, like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go,

and for a little while, you let him guide you,

you let him pull you into whatever high he was in right now,

his hands start wandering a little more daring now, pushing you flush against his chest, letting the warmth of the room settle in between the two of you completely,

you sigh into the kiss, your hands coming up to grab a fistful of his hair, which he gladly returns,

you have no idea how much time has passed, but after a while, you pull back just enough to breathe, “ohyul..”

“what,” he murmurs immediately, chasing your lips again,

you turn your head slightly, his lips brushing your cheek instead, “i need to wash my hair,”

he groans, “are you gonna leave me hanging now,”

“we can’t do it here,” you chuckle, letting your hands move down over his chest,

he exhales softly, like you just told him something deeply unfair, “why not,”

“you literally said it’s not soundproof,”

he pauses for half a second, “okay,” he says, like that’s a minor detail,

you stare at him, “okay?”

“then keep quiet?”

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “you can stay, but i’m washing my hair,”

“i’m serious,” he insists, leaning in again, slower this time, like he’s trying to convince you instead of just taking,

you let him kiss you once more, just once, before placing your hand on his chest, stopping him,

“no,”

he groans quietly, forehead dropping against yours, “cmon..”

you chuckle softly,

“just a little-“

you push him back lightly, smiling, “you’ll survive without,”

“you keep saying that,” he mutters,

“because it’s true,”

you turn away before he can try again, reaching for your things like nothing happened,

he just stands there for a second, staring at you, very clearly not over it,

“…you’re evil,” he says finally,

you glance over your shoulder, “like you’re not,”

“you’re making up for this,”

by the time you’re both back near the bungalows, the whole place feels quieter,

all the lights dimmed, all the doors closing, everyone slowly heading to bed,

you yawn softly, “i’m actually exhausted,”

“don’t,” ohyul says immediately,

you blink at him, “don’t what,”

“don’t go yet,”

he grabs your wrist, gently but insistently, pulling you back toward him before you can disappear into your bungalow,

“one minute,”

“you said that earlier,”

“this time i mean it,”

you laugh softly, but you don’t pull away tho,

and that’s a big mistake,

because the second you stop moving, he’s pulling you in

..and kissing you again

not soft this time, nor anywhere close to patient,

it’s firm and a little messy, like he’s genuinely been holding back all night and finally doesn’t care who sees for a second,

you make a quiet surprised sound, hands instinctively coming up to steady yourself against him,

“ohyul-“

he doesn’t answer, just kisses you again, slower but somehow worse, like he’s trying to make up for every second he’s about to lose,

his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s refusing the idea of separation entirely,

and for a second, you forget where you are,

letting him pull you into it once again,

until-

“yoo,”

you both freeze at the sound of ryul’s voice, somewhere nearby,

you pull back, both your breathing uneven,

and ohyul closes his eyes for a second like he’s in pain, which he genuinely feels like at this point,

“i hate everyone,” he mutters under his breath,

you laugh quietly, fixing his hair a little, “you should get some sleep,”

“no,”

you raise your eyebrows at him,

and he just sighs, leaning his forehead against yours one last time, “i’m not done with you,”

“i’ll see you tomorrow,”

“that’s too far away,”

you smile, stepping back, “goodnight,”

he watches you go, stepping into your bungalow.. which he isn’t sleeping in..

inside the bungalow is quiet,

it doesn’t take long before louis and ryul are asleep, soft breathing filling the space, one of them half hanging off the bed like always,

you’re laying in your own bed, the blanket pulled all the way up, staring at the ceiling for a bit,

it’s peaceful,

the quiet sounds of the trees breezing through the air as your free asmr,

not even 10 minutes later, your phone buzzes, and you don’t even have to check to know who it is,

ohyul: are they asleep?

you glance over, quietly laughing at the sight in front of you,

louis? dead asleep and ryul? unmoving,

you: yupp

three dots appear instantly but then disappear just as quickly, leaving your message on read,

it doesn’t take long before you hear the door creak open,

you press your lips together, already smiling as you sit up slightly,

“you’re so predictable,” you whisper,

ohyul doesn’t answer,

he just closes the door quietly behind him, steps over like he’s done this a hundred times, stopping next to your bed, nudging your leg,

“move,”

you scoot over, shaking your head, and he immediately slides into the bed next to you,

which is very much meant for one person btw, but that does not stop him, not even a little,

the second he’s in, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him like that’s where you’re supposed to be, instead of in separate bungalows,

“great idea,” he mutters against your shoulder, “really, loved it,”

you laugh softly, “you lasted, what, 5 minutes?”

“i’m definitely not sleeping in another bed while you’re in here,”

his face presses into your neck, breathing you in like he’s been deprived for years instead of minutes,

you relax into him for a second before whispering, “louis is in here,”

he goes still, just for a second,

then he sighs out, long and over exaggeratedly suffering, “..i know,”

you can practically feel the disappointment radiating off him,

“so behave,” you add quietly,

“i hate this,”

“you’ll survive,”

“you need to stop saying that,”

you smile a little,

but then his hand shifts slightly at your waist, then a little more,

you catch his wrist immediately, “ohyul,”

“what,” he whispers, completely innocent,

you give him a look in the dark, “don’t,”

he exhales softly, forehead dropping against your shoulder again, “we do things at the dorm when he’s in his room,”

“he’s literally right there,” you whisper back,”

“..he’s asleep,”

“ohyul,”

he goes quiet for a second,

then, softer, almost a pout you can hear, “you’re so strict today,”

“we’re on a trip with your friends,”

his fingers twitch slightly like he’s debating whether to behave or not,

but as expected, he loses his inner debate, again,

you grab his hand this time, holding it still against you, “stop,” you giggle,

he lets out the quietest groan, “you’re killing me,”

“go to sleep,”

“i just got here,”

you soften a little at that, your grip loosening just slightly, but not enough,

he takes advantage anyway, shifting closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your neck,

you inhale sharply, “ohyul,”

“i’m being quiet,” he whispers,

“…you’re not helping,”

he smiles against your skin, you can feel it, but he completely settles next to you now,

his arms are wrapped tight around you, face tucked into your neck, like if he holds on hard enough, no one can separate you again,

“i’m still mad at them tho,” he mumbles,

you laugh quietly, “i know,”

“…especially ryul,”

“i know,”

“and the second we’re home you’re mine,”

you chuckle quietly, “mhm,”

he squeezes you once more, finally going still,

but his hand?

still very much not behaving,

you exhale quietly through your nose, tightening your hold on his wrist again, “ohyul..”

“i’m not doing anything,” he whisper yells immediately,

you give him a look, even though it’s dark, he feels it,

“barely anything,” he amends under his breath,

you shake your head, but there’s no real bite to it anymore, your fingers still loosely wrapped around his wrist, keeping him in place more than pushing him away,

his thumb traces the smallest and softest line before stopping when you tighten your grip again,

“you’re no fun,” he murmurs.

you huff a quiet laugh, shifting just slightly so you’re more comfortable in his arms,

which is yet again, a big mistake,

because he immediately takes that as an invitation, pulling you closer again, pressing his face deeper into your neck,

“don’t move,” he mumbles,

“i’m literally just breathing,”

“you’re moving too much,”

there’s a small pause, a peaceful pause if anything,

but then..

his lips brush your neck again, a lot slower this time, softer and testing,

you inhale quietly, “ohyul-“

“i’m being quiet,” he whispers, voice way too pleased with himself,

“you’re so annoying,”

“so are you,”

you don’t answer that one, but you don’t push him away either,

and he hums softly, clearly taking that as a win, arms tightening just a little around you, settling in properly now,

he’s definitely still restless and still not entirely behaving, but at least he’s quieter now,

content, even,

“this is still unfair,” he mumbles after a second,

“mhm,”

“but at least i can hold you,”

your grip on his wrist loosens just a little at that and he notices,

he presses a little kiss pressed against your shoulder, his fingers shifting again, just enough to remind you he hasn’t actually given up,

and you sigh softly, already knowing it’s going to be a long night,

for him, for sure

and honestly?

for you too,

but even like this,

half restrained, whispering complaints into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like you’re gonna run away,

he’s exactly where he wants to be..

more preferably, he would’ve liked his own bungalow of course,

but oh well,

like you said; “he’ll survive”

even though he himself is not quite sure how..

mlist ツ

Your arms find its way to his neck, wrapping around and pulling him closer, needing him like you always did.

He gladly accepts it, making a low appreciative sound as you pull him impossibly closer. He holds you in return, both his arms around your waist. "Yeah. That’s right. Don’t let go."

His hips roll up slowly, deliberately—deep and possessive—as if he’s trying to memorize the way you fit against him. As if those countless times weren't enough.

"Love you," he breathes into your skin—a whisper this time, not a boast. "So fucking much."

The air around you is suddenly so heavy, thick and closed with quiet affection.

The silence stretches—just broken by the sound of your ragged breathing and the sound of skin on skin—before Ohyul groans, his hands clenching on your hips, his voice a ragged rasp against your neck, "Can’t get close enough."

His breath is hot against your skin, his heart racing against your chest. "Need you," he moans, his grip so tight it hurts, "Need you closer, need you now."

Ohyul's arms tighten around you, his fingers pressing into your skin like he wants to crawl inside your body.

He moans against your neck—low, desperate—his hips jerking up in sharp, shallow thrusts as if he can't get deep enough. "Look at me," he rasps, voice breaking. "Please."

And when you do—he’s not smirking. Not teasing. It's needy.

His eyes are dark, glassy with something raw and real—his breath shaky as he whispers;

"I love you… I love you…"

You jolt as his pace shifts into uneven, "Love you too," You breathe out regardless. Leaning down to press a kiss against his temple.

He turns his face into your neck, nuzzling against your throat, his breath hot against your skin. Then he's pressing kisses over every inch of your neck that he can reach—almost clumsy, hungry, desperate—as he murmurs, voice rough with emotion,

"Can't hold back. Love you too much. Need you too much. Please, just—"

You could only hum in response, egging him to finish his sentence.

He pulls back, just long enough for his eyes to lock with yours once again, his expression so raw, his voice a wrecked rasp as he whispers, "Please… touch me."

His hand wraps around your wrist, lifting it up, pressing it against his chest—over his heart—before he whispers, the beat fast and shaky beneath your fingertips, "Feel that?"

His heart beats, thrumming loudly in his chest like it's trying to break his ribcage and take the piece broken from him— you. and make it whole once more.

Your hand reaches to brush at his cheek, and his eyes flutter shut briefly. Then turns his head slightly to press a kiss into you palm, desperate and sweet. "I'm yours... All yours." Ohyul whines before pressing his face into your chest, kissing, licking, anything to get the flame inside of him to die out. Instead— it sparks into fire.

"Love you, love you, love you..."

And he's kissing you—desperate, hungry—his hands tangled in your hair, holding you like he's scared you'll slip away.

"I'm here, baby..." You mumble into his barrage of kisses in an attempt to console him.

His grip loosens just slightly, his kiss slowing, deepening—softer now, but no less desperate. "Stay," he murmurs against your lips, voice raw. "Right here."

He shifts beneath you, pulling you flush against him as if he can melt into your skin. His hands slide down to your hips, guiding a slow roll—deep and aching, like every movement is a promise.

Then he whispers it again—hoarse and quiet.

"I need that… I need you here."

"You're already in me." Your legs instinctively try to close around him as he hits the sweet spot. Spongey walls squeezing his cock, eyes roll to the back of his head as he hissed in pleasure.

He groans as he savors the feeling. His hips stuttering for just a second before he grinds up deep, deliberate, hitting that spot again with quiet precision.

"Yeah," he rasps, voice rough like gravel and honey. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Ohyul lifts his head slightly to watch you: eyelids fluttering, lips parting on a silent gasp. He smirks—soft this time—and murmurs; "Feel me? Every damn inch?" A slow roll of his hips drives the point home. "That's me loving you."

He kisses and licks the skin beneath your jaw, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line along the pulse point, before nipping gently. "Need you so much, baby." He thrusts up, intending to go deeper. Making both of you arch into each other. "Need that shit.. fuuck."

"So needy... What's gotten into you?" She teased, reaching down to kiss and bite against his pulse. Returning the favor.

"You."

He turns the tables, having you underneath him now.

And the way he says the word—low and rough, with heat beneath the surface—sends another jolt of heat down his spine.

"You're so goddamn… perfect... want you to mark me all over. Every inch. Turn them purple, I don't care."

His hand intertwined with yours, fingerpads tracing every lined etched into your hands. You giggle softly in response. Which was met with a groan from him, an annoyed one.

"Don't laugh," he mutters, pressing a messy kiss against your knuckles—as if to soften the command—before adding, voice thick with frustration, "I'm trying to be romantic."

His grip loosens slightly, thumb rubbing circles against your palm—gentle, affectionate—even as his glare remains sharp.

"...And failing miserably, apparently."

"No! It's sweet. I like it." You say in between stifled laughs, "It makes me love you more."

"You're not supposed to laugh at me," he mutters. "I'm supposed to be smooth and suave, damn it."

And he tries to pout, he really does. But it's hard to keep up the facade when you're looking at him like that; flushed and wrecked and giggling.

"You're making it damn near impossible to be sexy, you know that, right?"

"You're already sexy, dummy!" Her legs wrap around his hips, trying to pull him closer.

Ohyul groans—low, ragged—as you wrap your legs around him, his control starting to fray at the seams. "Yeah?" he rasps, voice rough and breathless. "You think so?"

And he's shifting—hands gripping your hips as he rocks against you again, deep, achingly slow—like a promise… or a warning.

"Really sexy?"

You suck in a breath at the sudden shift, attention rocking back to the fact that he was still inside you after being distracted with the banter.

Ohyul grins as he feels you tense around him, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle that drags every inch against your walls. His voice drops to a husky whisper against your ear, "Oh?"

And then he presses deeper—just slightly—just enough to make your breath hitch again. "Thought you forgot," he teases, breath hot on your skin. "Too busy laughing at me."

He licks a wet line up your neck, his voice a rough rasp against your skin. "Now that you're mine, I get to have you like this… every damn day."

You let out a soft groan, your hands reaching to drape over his as he gripped your hips. One mindlessly trailing up and down his arm. Feeling him up.

Ohyul shudders under your touch, his skin burning wherever your fingers drag, his breathing going uneven. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes dark, his voice a raw whisper, "Love you."

And then he's moving—slow, deep thrusts. His grip tightening on your hips, pulling you closer with every roll of his hips until you're both gasping. "Love you baby..." you gasp, eyes half-lidded.

Ohyul moans, his whole body shuddering against you, your words like a jolt to his system. He kisses you harder, deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth like he can't get enough, like he's starving.

His hips are moving again—not a slow roll this time, but rough and desperate, like he can't hold back anymore. And in between messy kisses and ragged breaths, he pleads; "Love you too… so goddamn much… need you so bad…"

Noises and drool come out from the both of them. Kisses messy just like his thrusts.

He's muttering against your lips, his voice low and rough, a constant stream of words—words of love, words of affection, words of need—like a plea, or a prayer, or a broken record.

"Can't get enough of you… need you so deep, need to feel you like I need to breathe… love you so damn much, baby, love you…"

The wet smacking coupled with his murmurs had your head in an overdrive. Couldn't let out anything but moans.

"Good. Just like that. Just let go, I got you."

His hands grip your hips tighter—fingers pressing into flesh—as he grinds deep, slow, torturous—dragging out every second of pleasure until you're shaking.

"Let me hear how much you love it."

"Gonna— cum...!"

He chuckled, his breath still hot against your ear. "Already?" He pulled back, his gaze dark and hungry as he looked down at you.

"You really do love it that much, huh?" He murmurs, his voice teasing, his eyes glinting. "Love getting dicked down, huh?" He thrusts back in, effectively knocking you forward. Your eyes blown wide, letting out a shaky whine.

the dorm was quiet when he unlocked the door, he immediately pulled you inside before you could complain again, snorting as you basically tripped over your uggs trying to be quiet.

“shh,” he whispered and pressed a finger against your lips.

you blankly stared at him. “you’re louder than me!”

“no, i’m not.”

“you just slammed the door shut?”

“it was gentle.”

you huffed under your breath while he carelessly kicked his shoes off. the only light source was from some dim lamp in the kitchen and light gaming sounds came from one of the boy’s rooms. you instinctively grabbed the back of his hoodie.

“ohyul,” you worriedly whispered. “someone’s awake.”

he looked down at your fingers holding him and then back up to your flushed face and smiled. he tugged you in by your waist. “they won’t care.”

“well, you’re the one that actually lives here,” you said, “not me.”

“you’re here like every night anyway.”

“oh my god.”

you buried your face into his chest while he quietly laughed at you.

“if louis sees me i’ll be mortified,” you mumbled.

“c’mon.” ohyul scoffed like it was a sensitive topic while still bringing you toward his room. “louis is in love with you.”

you bit down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. ohyul was so convinced louis had mischievous plans of stealing you from him. “let’s not start this again.”

“he literally follows you around.”

“he’s just sweet!”

“sweet my ass,” ohyul said seriously, opening his bedroom door. “he’s like fifteen so it doesn’t matter.”

“hmm, you sound jealous.”

“i am jealous.”

he caught you off guard for a second . . . yeah, both of you spent like every day together and snuck around to get even more time, but neither of you had ever thought of it seriously.

ohyul noticed your face and shook his head. “don’t look at me like that.”

you laughed lightly as he shut the bedroom door behind you. his room was messy — clothes and different pairs of shoes all over the floor, headphones all tangled next to his macbook, bed very messy and unmade.

you dropped onto the edge of the mattress while he fixed the way his glasses sat on his face.

“have you like ever cleaned your room?” you scoffed. “this is crazy.”

“and you’re still sitting on my bed.”

“sadly . . .”

“oh, you love me.”

you were just about to answer him with some sort of retort, but he stepped between your knees before you could even open your mouth.

his hands softly rubbed your thighs, fingers brushing the skin under the big hoodie you stole from him like a month ago.

“sneaking in wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“. . . no.” you batted your eyelashes at him while he towered over you. “jay’s gonna ban me from the building one day. the staff definitely know and—”

ohyul cut you off the way he always did. he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, tongue entering it before you could even blink. you made a sound out of shock that only made him smile more into the kiss.

“you always do that,” you whispered when he pulled back enough so that your lips were still brushing.

“mhm.”

“that’s so manipulative!”

“i just needed to kiss you.”

his glasses bumped into your cheek when he kissed you again. one of his hands sliding into your messy hair, the other pulling you in by your waist. there was the sound of movement from somewhere in the dorm that made your stomach twist.

“ohyul,” you breathily whispered against his lips, “someone’s gonna hear.”

“so be quiet, baby.”

“god, you’re the worst.”

“you don’t mean that.”

you rolled your eyes as he kissed the corner of your mouth lovingly. that was another one of the many problems with kwon ohyul.