#ryul fluff

you don’t even react, just snuggle deeper into the blanket,

he squints at you sleepily before deciding it’s literally 8am and his brain probably doesn’t work yet,

so instead he just wraps himself around you like a koala and goes back to lying there, enjoying his last bit of peace for the day

except, he doesn’t know yet

later, you’re both in the kitchen,

you’re making coffee while ohyul stands beside you looking genuinely lifeless, scrolling on his phone but not really seeing anything,

“why are you moving like a divorced father,” you ask,

“because i’m awake,”

“right, valid,” you laugh softly,

he immediately looks up,

there it is, that tiny smile like he won something,

he leans down instinctively, aiming for a quick kiss while you’re still smiling but you turn away at the exact same moment to grab your mug,

he freezes and there’s a small silence,

you continue stirring your drink and he slowly straightens back up,

“..okay,”

his brain is loading, because technicallyyyyy that could’ve been accidental?

probably accidental,

right?

he watches you for another second,

you don’t react at all,

so eventually he just goes back to scrolling, but now there’s a visible crease between his eyebrows..

an hour later, you’re sitting beside him on the couch showing him videos on your phone,

he’s distracted, laughing and relaxed again,

completely forgot about the weirdness from earlier,

until you show him one video that makes you laugh so hard you lean against his shoulder,

and immediately, automatically, he turns to kiss you,

except you suddenly look back down at your phone,

again.

missed.

his lips almost hit air and this time he just knows,

his eyes slowly lift from your phone to your face,

you’re still scrolling, completely normal, completely casual and completely unbothered?

meanwhile this man is internally buffering, because what the hell was that?

again.

he keeps staring for a second too long,

you glance up, “what?”

“..nothing,”

but now he’s confused, like genuinely confused, because you didn’t act awkward or annoyed,

or upset..

you’re literally acting normal, which somehow makes it worse?

the 3rd time happens so naturally he almost forgets to be suspicious,

you’re standing in front of the fridge deciding what snack to eat,

he walks up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder while peeking inside,

“we have no food,” he complains,

“there’s literally food right there,”

“ingredients are not food,”

you snort,

he grins a little at making you laugh again, then turns his head to kiss your cheek,

and you move at the exact wrong time again,

his lips hit the air beside your face,

silence.

he slowly pulls back,

“..nah,”

you grab a drink and close the fridge like nothing

happened,

oh he knows now..

100%,

because 3 times??

statistically impossible

he stands there staring at the back of your head like he’s trying to solve a murder case,

you walk past him casually and he turns slowly,

“..hello???”

you blink innocently, “hm?”

he just looks at you, trying to read your mind or something,

but internally???

this man is losing it.

the 4th time is what starts the overthinking,

because now he’s replaying every interaction from the past week in his head,

you’re both getting ready to leave the apartment when he holds the door open for you,

you smile at him while walking past,

cute, normal and sweet, just how he likes you the most,

so he naturally leans in again,

and you suddenly fix your sleeve at the exact moment.. missed.

again.

his smile drops for like half a second,

not dramatically but just enough and you almost feel bad..

almost,

because now he’s spiralling,

he follows behind you quietly, brain moving at 900km/h,

did he say something wrong recently?

wait??

was it when he ate your fries last week???

no because you said it was fine but what if it wasn’t fine??

or maybe when he forgot to reply for two hours yesterday???

was it the joke about your show being confusing???

he starts mentally drafting apology paragraphs over literally nothing,

meanwhile you’re just walking beside him normally like la la la!

and it’s making him completely spiral

by the 5th time he genuinely looks stressed,

you’re sitting beside each other again later that night, your legs over his lap while he scrolls through something on his phone,

everything feels normal,

which is why he finally thinks: okay maybe i imagined it, maybe i’m insane,

so when you look up at him while talking, he leans in again naturally without thinking too hard about it,

and you dodge him,

again.

this time he goes completely still and you keep talking for another two seconds before noticing he hasn’t responded,

“..ohyul?”

he blinks, then slowly lowers his phone,

“..okay wait,”

he sighs out like he’s been holding it in for days,

“did i do something?”

you bite your cheek immediately,

he looks genuinely concerned now,

“because i feel like every time i try to kiss you today, you avoid me..”

you try so hard not to laugh,

“what?”

“like actually,” he sits up straighter now, “am i crazy??”

“maybe?”

“no because it keeps happening,”

he looks deeply disturbed by this realization too,

“and the worst part is i can’t even tell if you’re doing it on purpose or if the universe just hates me specifically,”

you finally crack a smile,

his eyes narrow instantly,

“..wait,”

you look away, trying to bite back your smile,

“WAIT?!”

he grabs your ankle dramatically, “nah nah nah don’t do that,”

you’re already laughing,”

“YOU WERE DOING IT ON PURPOSE??”

you collapse against the couch giggling,

“i just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice!”

“NOTICE???” he looks genuinely offended, like actually offended, “i noticed hours ago, i just thought you secretly hated me now,”

you laugh harder,

he stares at you in disbelief for another second before immediately lunging forward,

“come here,”

“ohyul no-“

too late,

he grabs your face and attacks you with kisses instantly, dramatic and relentless while you squeal and try to shove him away,

“you’re evil,” kiss. “actually evil,” kiss. “i was this close to apologising for things i didn’t even do,”

“stoppp-“

“no because why was i sitting there reflecting on things that never even happened,”

you’re literally crying laughing at this point,

he finally pulls back just enough to glare at you,

“..you enjoyed watching me suffer,”

you grin, “a little,”

he gasps softly like he’s heartbroken, then immediately kisses you again anyway,

because in his defense,

he has some missed kisses to make up for

kim ryul

the first time it happens, ryul doesn’t think much of it,

you’re both still half asleep, tangled together in bed while he scrolls lazily through his phone with one eye open,

you shift beside him with a quiet groan, face pressed into his shoulder,

he smiles a little,

then tilts your chin up automatically to kiss you,

muscle memory, except right before he does, you suddenly bury your face into the blanket instead,

his lips hit the corner of the pillow,

there’s a pause,

“good morning to you too,” he mumbles sleepily,

you just hum innocently,

he snorts quietly and lets it go,

probably accidental,

whatever

the 2nd time though???

oh he notices immediately,

you’re in the kitchen making coffee while he stands behind you, one arm around your waist,

he’s talking about something stupid he saw online while you pretend to listen,

“and then the comments started fighting like it was the united nations-“

“mhm,”

“you’re not listening to me,”

“i am,”

“repeat what i said,”

“..something exploded,”

“close enough,”

he laughs softly, then leans down casually to kiss you-

and you turn your head at the exact same second to grab your mug,

silence..

his eyes narrow instantly, there’s no hesitation too because he catches on immediately,

slowly, he straightens up behind you,

“..what are you trynna do?” he chuckles,

you blink innocently, “what?”

“that,”

“what,”

“that little matrix dodge you just did,”

you fight so hard not to smile,

“i literally grabbed my coffee?”

he just hummed, squinting at you suspiciously,

“you think you’re slick,”

“you think too much

he just stares,

because absolutely not?

ain’t no way you’re avoiding his kisses

the 3rd time confirms it for him completely,

you’re both sitting on the couch, your legs thrown over his lap while he scrolls on his phone,

every few seconds he glances at you,

just watching and waiting,

you already know he’s suspicious,

then you laugh at something on your screen and look over at him,

he immediately leans in and you dodge again, except this time he reacts instantly,

one hand grabs your jaw gently before you can fully escape and he kisses you anyway,

properly too

slow enough that your brain short circuits for a second,

when he pulls back, he keeps his hand on your face, eyes narrowed slightly,

“stop doing that,”

you stare at him innocently, “doing what?”

“yn,”

he’s already trying not to laugh,

you bite the inside of your cheek,

“i genuinely don’t know what you mean,”

“you’re a liar,”

“prove it,”

his jaw literally drops a little, but his eyes are full of amusement,

“oh you wanna play games,”

the 4th time is where he’s fully over your nonsense,

you’re standing in the hallway fixing your shoes while he grabs his keys,

he walks over, one hand in his pocket, looking way too confident for someone about to get curved again,

then he tilts your chin up lightly,

“i dare you dodge now,”

you almost burst out laughing immediately,

“or what?”

“you’re sleeping outside tonight,”

“you wouldn’t survive without me,”

“true,” he says easily, “but i’d survive long enough to humble you,”

you grin,

he leans in slowly this time,

like he’s giving you a chance to reconsider your actions,

and still-

you turn away immediately,

silence

then,

“..okay,”

you barely get half a laugh out before he grabs your face with both hands,

“ryul WA-“

too late,

he kisses you relentlessly while you squeal, laughing so hard you can barely breathe while he keeps holding your face still,

“nah because now you’re annoying me,” kiss. “all day with this nonsense,” kiss. “acting like i don’t notice things,”

“stopp-“

“absolutely not,”

he keeps kissing you between words just to make you more dramatic about it,

then finally pulls back with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen,

“..thought you were funny,”

“i am funny,”

“you’re not,”

you think that’s the end of it,

until later that night,

you’re both back on the couch again, your head resting against his shoulder while he scrolls through something on his phone,

everything feels normal now,

which is why you don’t think twice before tilting your head up to kiss him,

except right before your lips touch..

he turns away,

your lips hit his cheek,

you freeze and slowly look at him,

he’s still scrolling casually,

“..excuse me?”

he hums innocently,

you narrow your eyes immediately,

he looks over and the smirk on his face is evil,

“sucks huh?”

you gasp dramatically,

“oh you’re sick in the head,”

“really?” he tilts his head, “because earlier someone had me out here fighting for my life trying to kiss my own girlfriend,”

you try not to laugh,

but obviously fail immediately

and he notices too,

“yeah laugh now,”

you grab his face instantly, “come here,”

he leans back slightly, “nah,”

“ryul,”

“what? maybe i don’t wanna kiss you,”

“you are literally obsessed with kissing me,”

“not anymore,”

you grab his hoodie, trying to pull him closer while he keeps leaning away on purpose now just to be annoying,

“ryul i swear to god-“

he laughs quietly before finally giving in, one hand sliding around your waist while he kisses you properly this time,

when he pulls away, he taps your cheek lightly,

“don’t start battles you can’t win,”

you squint at him,

“..i could absolutely win,”

he smiles, “cute,”

then kisses you again because you’re finally done playing games

mlist ツ

kwon ohyul ☆

kim ryul ☆

jung woojin ☆

louis jourdain lim ☆

"she's my girlfriend," ryul repeated, looking mildly offended that even he had to explain himself.

the slight furrow between his brows made it obvious that having an album of his girlfriend's pictures is simply reasonable.

"that's not helping," woojin immediately replied.

"hyung, normal people don't have that many pictures."

"i'm literally normal," ryul casually replied.

"hyung... you have screenshots." woojin stated.

"literally screenshots of y/n noona's instagram post before you even knew her. that's creepy."

after that, ryul had stopped participating in the conversation entirely.

which was how he ended up sitting alone, phone in hand, on one end of the couch several hours later with a very obvious frown on his face.

the moment you stepped into the room, you noticed immediately.

honestly, it would've been difficult not to.

ryul wasn't even trying to hide it.

he was sitting there with his jaw resting against his fist, staring blankly at his phone while everyone else talked around him. every now and then he'd sigh dramatically for absolutely no reason before shifting positions and looking mildly offended by life itself.

you already knew what happened, because louis had texted you.

im louis 🐘

noona

i think your boyfriend is mad

he's making a frowny face

please come and get him quickly

you 🩰

what did ya'll do to him 😭

im louis 🐘

noona

he has an album full of ur pictures

u wanna know how many of them?

there are 703 pictures

in total

isn't that quite excessive?

you 🩰

HAHAH, istg he's so cute

just leave him be

i'll be there in a minute

bye lou 👋🏻

im louis 🐘

ok ok

take care noona!

you almost laughed, then you walked over. and ryul noticed instantly.

of course he did.

his eyes followed you from the moment you entered the room, though he quickly looked away the second you glanced in his direction.

without saying a word, you sat beside him. close, not touching. but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed.

ryul immediately shifted. away from you.

"...did you just move away from me?"

"no."

he absolutely had. you bit back a smile.

"ryul, are you sulking?"

"no."

he answered far too quickly.

"right."

silence. a few seconds passed, then another.

eventually, you leaned over slightly and rested your head against his shoulder.

immediately—you felt him freeze.

for a moment, he didn't move at all. didn't say anything. didn't even look at you.

then, very slowly, his shoulders relaxed beneath your weight.

and after another second, he tilted his head just enough for it to rest lightly against yours.

we're making some progress.

"you know," you said softly, "i think it's cute."

ryul narrowed his eyes.

"what is?"

"the photo album."

"...they told you?"

"louis sent me some screenshots."

his expression immediately became horrified. which finally made you laugh.

"baby, that's private."

"seven hundred pictures, huh?"

"it's not even that much."

you burst out laughing.

and just like that, the pout deepened.

"stop."

before he could complain again, you reached over and gently grabbed his face with both hands. completely trapping him.

ryul blinked. once. twice. all thoughts immediately gone.

"ryul."

you smiled.

"what?"

"you're cute."

ryul stayed silent. for a second, he just stared at you. like his brain had completely short-circuited.

then the corners of his mouth slightly twitched like he was trying very hard not to smile, while whatever remained of his bad mood visibly struggled to survive.

it was such a small reaction that most people probably wouldn't have noticed it. but you did.

because unfortunately, you knew exactly what calling ryul cute did to him.

"don't do that."

"do what?"

"that thing."

"what thing?"

"where you say something nice and suddenly i'm not allowed to be mad anymore."

you laughed again.

because honestly? that was exactly what happened.

the second your thumbs brushed across his cheeks, whatever was left of his bad mood immediately started crumbling. you could practically watch it happen. the tension in his shoulders disappeared. the tiny pout he'd been holding onto for the last three hours weakened considerably.

and when you leaned forward to press a quick kiss on his cheek, it practically vanished altogether.

all because you were looking at him like that.

"i'm serious." your voice softened slightly.

"i think it's sweet."

ryul stared at you. like really stared.

then he groaned.

a long. suffering. dramatic groan.

before suddenly leaning forward and burying his face directly into your shoulder.

you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.

"ryul."

"leave me alone."

his arms wrapped around your waist anyway. pulling you closer until there wasn't even a sliver of space left between you.

unable to resist, you tilted his chin up again.

"one more?"

ryul eyed you suspiciously.

"...what."

instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. soft and sweet.

when you pulled back, his expression had completely short-circuited.

"..."

"see?" you grinned.

"all better!"

ryul immediately buried his face back into your shoulder.

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

"yeah. i really don't." his voice came out muffled.

"you're literally hugging me."

"i'm suffering."

"mhm."

"terribly."

"obviously."

by now, he was practically folded into your side, cheek pressed against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist. every trace of the earlier pout had disappeared. every now and then, he'd nuzzle a little closer, as if making sure you weren't going anywhere. honestly, if anyone looked over right now, they'd immediately know he'd lost the battle.

which, to be fair—he never really stood a chance.

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HIIIII, MY LOVELY BABYGALS!! 💕 i am so sorry for ghosting y'all like thattt 😔

my final exams and assignments have been absolutely beating my ass lately, so i genuinely haven't had much time to sit down and write more ryul fluff for you guys 😭💔

since so many of you have been asking for more ryul fluff, here's my little redemption hehe 🤭💕

i really hope you all enjoy it, my lovessss <33

alsooo, i tried out a new header style this time HAHAH. and i think i actually like this one a lot better 👀✨

as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it genuinely means the world to mee 🥹💗

Your eyes automatically shot wide, the calm nerves firing up in embarrassment and something…unfamiliar

Ryul was busy breathing warmly into your ear, watching the scene, caught off–guard himself—his hand shifting behind him, blindly trying to search for the remote, eyes un–peeling from your expressions

His tan cheeks flared up—noticing just how close you were to him before feeling the remote hit his clammy palms,

thumb shakily moving over the power button,

screen shifting to a pitiless black when he clicked, room now pitch dark

“Are you an idiot, why’d you turn it off”

“What?” He snapped, “what do you mean why? They were about to fuck, we’re tired anyways let’s go to sleep”

Rolling your eyes in the pitch black, you shifted back more—uncomfortable in the sudden darkness unable to see him

“But babe you know I like sleeping with sounds in the background”

He sighed deeper into your ear, scoffing

“Just tell me you’re not tired—say it”

“Wha—no I am tired, I just nee—

Ryuls lips pressed to the soft flesh of your earlobe, mouth parting

“I said say it, because now we really can’t sleep”

His hips molded behind yours closer—thighs pining your body to his till you noticed…

it hit your leg, sharp, heavy

“Ryul what’s that”

He growled low when you shifted—testing, your ass trying to make out shape of the rough object digging below the sheets

“Why’re you acting dumb, just because we’re virgins doesn’t mean we didn’t take anatomy”

giggling, your boyfriends hand moved to your front—tugging below the hem of your shirt to palm at your bare stomach

“So it really is your dick hm, pervert—

“..Pervert! Really! You’re the one that keeps bumping your ass into my boner, watch ou—

He hissed, biting his lip to muffle a guttural moan when you grinded harder behind you—feeling his cock twitch in his shorts—pressed suffocatingly flat between his thigh and your mounds

his hand massaged at the soft lump of your lower stomach, anchoring you perfectly to him to thrust in relief

His vulnerable whimpers hitting your ear wetly

“This slow enough for you?”

Nodding, his movements riled up—breathy moans charging up into growls, lips trudging over yours in lazy–wet pecks,

mouths hung agape in pleasure

“I’m really wet Ryul, like a lot”

He tongued at your inner cheek, groaning

“Mm’ yea? Why’s that hm”

His hips snapped futile thrust over your clothed ass, moving his hand down to trace the outline of your panties, middle finger dipping between the clothed slit, circling the cold dampness against your folds

“Because I made you this hard, it’s so hot—haa’h keep touching me there”

Grinds quickly matched pace—slow, sometimes rapid, then pausing from the intense stimulation you gave each other

Eventually, Ryul couldn’t take it anymore

He was either cumming in his shorts, or cumming in general—the present was too lewd for him to hold back

… how helpless you felt, not handling it anymore yourself, clit twitching in animalistic, anticipation building, needing to land before imploding deep within you

“Need more of me right, bet you do”,

teeth let go of your neck, new splotches joining the dozen others he’d finish marking

“Obviously, I know you do too babe”

“Mhm,” he peck your lips “want me to handle it? I’ll go slow, unless you got other ideas?”

Turning around to face him, you leaned closer—palm touching the foreign spot of his bulge over the wet shorts clinging to his cock,

his gasp joined the sound of the buzzing AC in the peaceful background—

“Let’s do it like this—facing each other. Is that better?”

“Mmm—but if you keep touching me like that I’ll bust all over your hand”

You raised a brow, not looking away from him, “yeah? Then take it out yourself I won’t touch”

Before you reached away, his hand quickly caught your wrist—holding it in place, eyes narrowed over your shadowy features

“No, leave it there. Take it out yourself and put my cock where you want it”

“Hah—so you’re wanting me to do all the work?”

He sat up, arrogantly grinning

“No princess, I just want you to be sure of what you’re getting yourself into, yea?

“Stop speaking to me like I’m a child and come here, why’d you get u—

Ryuls arms pinned to the sides of your head—holding up his weight as he shifted over you, lowering his bottom half

“I’m right here—take it out, I’ll do the rest”

Hurriedly, your fingers pulled down his shorts—eyes blind to the grey boxers he was sporting,

dick straining the fabric seductively, if you would’ve been able to see it clearly, your mouth would’ve wrapped around it in seconds

…but you settled for feeling it, taking it out

heavy, pre–cum cool around sticky flesh, thick lines pressed to the patterns of your digits,

his hips jutted, cock gliding instinctively in your hand—as if it were a flesh-light

“You fine babe?” jerking him off slowly—your thumb caressed the leaking mushroom tip’s slit experimentally, earning a low growl from Ryul, “I’m putting it where I want it now—” you added

“Hurry up, stop doing that I’m about to cum”, he panted, muscles tensing to hold back snapping into your hand, stilling his hips obediently

Patiently waiting, he heard you slide off your panties, pressing his tip to meet over your wet folds,

instant pleasure coursed though him—spilling out in a choked moan,

hands meeting your waist to pin you down,

“Shit—let me handle the rest”

he pumped his cock once

slowly, he entered you, sighing deeply, hips jutting out of pace awkwardly

a complete beginner at the feeling of your plush walls electrifying his very being, sucking him in dangerously, he already knew he’d become addicted to this newfound sensation forever,

unlocking a level of vulnerability in the relationship,

him craving more already despite his thick head lodged into you

He tapped your thigh, waiting for approval “can I move more baby”

Annoyed, your hips met his in a hard thrust up—knocking the wind out of yourself at your daring actions

Ryul landed over you at the feeling of you voluntarily bottoming him out, voice cracking in defeat against your hair

“Fuck was that about you bra—,

His muscles relaxed as you moved against him—rolling your hips around the pain, loving the feeling of his cock ripping freshly into you

“Woah—nnghh’, feels new Ryul”

Your boyfriend laughed into the crook of your neck, half in disbelief, half breathless from your tightness

“You’re bold today ..what’s gotten into you hm?”, his fingers trudged back at your lower stomach—palming the trace of his cock fucking in you—making you wince

“You’re literally in me—mmh’ so I guess you”

Your hand shifted his fingers lower—wanting him to give your puffy clit attention

he scoffed, sharp corners raising—grinning in amusement, he rolled the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers—tugging experimentally

You gasped, arching into his chest, gripping at his silky hair

It felt different from when you touched yourself..

Ryul lowered his face to gnaw at your peaks—tongue circling the sharp buds in fleeting relief, suckling hard at your taut nipples

His teeth grazed back up—tracing your neck-line before kissing you—making out the way those two actors were in the movie, yet more tender, much more heated when his teeth clamped your lower lip—pulling it to suck the raw skin into his mouth

“Mm—“, his hand moved faster over your clit,

“cum for me baby”,

he went back to kissing you, growling into your mouth when you pushed his hips lower, wrapping your legs tightly around his lean waists, gesturing him to pound into you faster,

not feeling excruciating pain any longer—just mind numbing ecstasy from the way your virgin boyfriend hit your walls skillfully, amazing your untouched body to its very core—wondering how he mastered you in one try,

the way he played with your clit deliciously, knowing when to tug at it, rub it, let his pubic bone slap against it

the way he made out with your breasts—tongue circling the bud intoxicatingly, the sensation something you drowned in—feeling high above the clouds

…finally, you both released around each other, leaning down to peck your wet eyes

Soft pants enveloping the dark room once filled with sleepiness,

now filled with a reached stepping stone as sighs mixed in the air…

afterwards, he slid out of you—landing back beside you, pulling you closer to his chest, in need of your dewy skin pressed to his

His hand moved to caress your hair—nose nudged deep in the crook of your neck

whispering,

“I’ll carry you around anywhere if you wake up sore…run you a bath..bring you food in bed..,

He’d fall asleep cooing praises of how he’d take care of you afterwards, fingers tangled in your messy locks, breaths eventually blue-toothed in rhythm, both dozed off

Fully spent

Masterlist

"spread them, baby,"

he whispers while his lips are tracing lines on the inside of your hip, leaving wet tracks on your soft skin.

you can’t look at him because everything that he’s doing right now is so sinful, so dirty. you picture in your head how this looks — you sprawled out in your bed, fully naked, while he’s fully clothed, standing on his knees in front of you.

you want to cover your face from the embarrassment, but the way he looks at you tells you that you cannot do it. because he wants all of you to himself — all your looks, all your sounds.

you cry out his name when he licks you from the bottom to the top, sucking on you clit. he’s holding eye contact the whole time and it drives you crazy.

your breathing is fast and deep, your cheeks are hot from the arousal and shyness. you place your hand down on his head, murmuring his name.

"ryul…"

he’s pulling away from your pussy to place kisses on your left thigh. "my good girl, doing so good for me."

you feel your stomach dropping with the more want and he sees how you clench around nothing under his gaze.

then his hand comes to rest on your soft belly, pressing on it slightly and you whimper from the tension. you squeeze your eyes shut, your juices running down your ass right onto the bedsheets, soaking them.

"stay still, baby. let me make you feel good."

"okay…"

you breathe out, and in the next second he’s devouring you. the slurping sounds are coming out of his mouth.

you whine under his touch, buckling your hips to get some friction. your head feels empty and dizzy when he inserts his long fingers in your tight hole.

your sweet cries are music to his ears. when he looks up at you again, he sees your squeezed eyes. you bite your bottom lip and he swears that it is the hottest thing on earth. seeing you like that, getting treated the way you deserve to be. god, he could come just from the expressions that you make.

but his attention goes back to your pussy.

"baby…"

you moan quietly when he places a kiss on your swollen clit. his other hand is gripping your thigh and you know that you will see marks there in the morning but you don’t care about it.

the only thing that you can focus on right now is his tongue and fingers, how they are making you feel.

"i know you’re close, pretty girl."

he coos, tasting more of your sweetness that fills his tastebuds. you were definitely his favourite dessert at this point.

"mm, ryul!" you gasp when he sucks and licks a little to hard.

"c’mon, baby. give it to me."

he basically begs you to come. and you simply can’t resist.

not when he looks at you like that — with his mouth on your cunt, with his thick fingers that are going in and out of you.

you grip his fluffy hair, a sob of his name escaping your lips when you sense how this feeling in your belly is exploding.

your thighs are shaking, your back is arching from the bed. the pleasure is spreading out over your body, making you feel so light.

but ryul doesn’t stop. he continues his movements, overstimulating you. he closes his lips around your puffy bud again, sucking on it hard while his fingers fill you up faster.

"ryul, i-it’s too much."

you can’t talk, because the only sounds that can come out of you are only whispers.

"i know baby, just—fuck—i need more."

you feel him getting up from the floor, leaning towards you to kiss you.

when his lips crush over yours, you taste yourself on his tongue. you scratch his bare forearms while he keeps thrusting his fingers.

"shit. i really think i can’t do it." you tell him breathlessly.

"just one more, sweetheart. promise."

you moan when he finds that spot inside of you, kind of massaging it with his moves.

you find your face in the crook of his neck , biting on it. he chuckles at that. a smirk appears in his face.

"someone’s hungry, huh?" he murmurs in your ear.

and you can only giggle a little, but it soon turns into a whine when you feel getting closer again.

"ryul, i’m gonna come."

"good. do it for me."

and that hits you. your legs are shaking even more. you're suffocating in a flood of pleasure, squeezing his hand in between them.

seconds later, he pulls his fingers out of you and you hiss at the feeling of being empty.

"hey," you hear a soft voice of his when he pulls your face away from his neck. "everything’s fine?" you hear a sincere concern in his tone.

you can only nod, smiling. "yeah, just need a minute."

he nod in return and gets up from the bed to grab tissues. 

you feel soft material on your thighs and core while he’s cleaning you, wiping away the traces of your arousal.

when he walks away to a bathroom to throw out the napkins, you curl in the bed feeling sleepy. you hear him undressing behind you as he returns to a room, folding his clothes neatly on a chair.

he circles the bed, lying down in front of you. you open your eyes which are covered by a light haze of sleep. he smiles softly at you, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"come here, baby."

he spreads his arms in a hug that you take immediately, nuzzling his bare chest. he pats your back, leaving light touches here and there.

"did so good for me, sweetheart. i’m so proud of you."

you don’t see him pulling a blanket over you because your eyes are closed. you just mumble barely audibly.

"love you, ryul."

he places a kiss on top of your head, a smile flickering across his face.

"love you too, baby."

a/n: yes i left him with a boner

He was supposed to be relaxing as it was one of his rare day-offs, leaning back against the headboard while you scrolled through your phone, but his focus wasn't on the TV or the music playing in the background.

It was on the way your thumb swiped rhythmically across the screen. Every time the light from the display hit your face, highlighting how breathtaking you looked even in your most casual state, a knot tightened in his chest.

He felt a prickle of heat under his skin, a restless sensation that made him want to pull the phone out of your hands and hide it under the pillow. He wanted you looking at him. Only him.

He knew he was greedy- and obsessive- and whatever other insult people could possibly come up with, but it’s not like he cared.

His gaze drifted downward, tracking the movement of your hand. Then, it happened.

A notification popped up. A little banner at the top of your screen that flickered for a split second before fading.

"Minho : Are you coming to the studio tomorrow or what?"

Ryul's entire body went rigid. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin, too heavy. Minho? Who the fuck was Minho? The name tasted bitter in his mind, a foreign entity invading the private sanctuary of your shared space. He felt a sharp, stinging pang of possessiveness flare up in his gut, a physical ache that made him want to rip his clothes off and growl like an alpha male or something.

This was how obsessive it had become.

He tried to play it cool, shifting his weight so his arm brushed against yours, but his eyes were already darting back to the screen, waiting for the next flicker. He wasn't just curious anymore; he was starving for an explanation.

‘Don’t be a dick,’ he told himself. But hah, he’d rather die than indulge in an half assed relationship. It was either he was all in or not in at all.

"Who's Minho?" he asked, his voice coming out lower than intended, a bit raspier, laced with a tension he couldn't quite mask. He didn't wait for you to answer before he leaned in closer, his shoulder pressing firmly against yours, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the device in your hand. "He sounds chatty."

Ryul’s voice was thick, the words dragging slightly as if they were heavy in his mouth. He wasn't just being moody; there was a dark, simmering heat radiating off him that made the air between you feel electric and suffocating all at once. He shifted, his large frame looming over you, effectively trapping you between his body and the headboard.

He didn't care if he was being obvious. In fact, he wanted you to feel the weight of his gaze -screw that- drown in it, until you would finally understand he was the only man for you.

His eyes weren't on your face anymore; they were fixed on the phone, as if he could burn a hole through the glass and find this Minho fucker inside the circuitry. Every time you moved your thumb, he felt a jolt of irritation. He hated that a stranger's name had the power to interrupt the quiet, intimate bubble he worked so hard to build around the two of you.

“Do you ever look around you? Like actually?? Minho’s a staff member Ryul.” you rolled your eyes, in awe of how quickly his jealousy built up.

The name kept looping in his head like a broken record. He felt a frantic, possessive urge to grab your wrist, to pull the phone away and see exactly how this guy was saved in your contacts. Was it just a name? Or was there a heart emoji? A nickname? The mere thought of a little symbol next to his rival's name made his stomach flip with a nauseating mix of jealousy and dread.

He leaned his head down, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, inhaling your scent as if trying to reclaim you through sheer force of will. He felt a desperate need to mark his territory, to remind you and the invisible man in your phone who you actually belonged to.

"He's asking if you're coming tomorrow though," Ryul murmured against your skin, his breath hot and uneven. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression intense although his tone was calm. "Is he expecting you somewhere? Because you're right here with me. And you’ll be with me tomorrow too, and the day after.”

He reached out, his long fingers grazing your hand, his touch possessive and firm as he nudged your hand slightly, almost forcing you to tilt the screen more toward his line of sight.

"Show me," he commanded softly, the 'slurred' edge of his voice turning into something more demanding. "How is he saved in your phone, babe? Lemme see."

“Ryul. He’s just staff, who even cares?” You scoffed, looking up at him with annoyed eyes, even though you weren’t.

The way you scoffed the way you dismissed him like he was being dramatic sent a sharp, stinging jolt through Ryul’s chest. It wasn't just irritation anymore; it was a bruised sort of pride. Who even cares? The words echoed in his head, making his jaw tighten so hard it ached.

He cared. He cared a lot.

He felt a surge of restless energy, a frantic need to prove that he was the only one who should care. To him, the distinction of 'staff' didn't matter. A man was a man, and any man who had a direct line to you, who could make your phone light up in the middle of your private time, was a threat to the equilibrium he craved.

"I care," he snapped, the words coming out sharper than he intended. He immediately regretted the tone, but he couldn't help it. The possessiveness was a living thing inside him, clawing at his ribs.

He shifted closer, his chest pressing against your arm, his body heat radiating against yours. He felt a desperate, almost childish urge to wrap himself around you so tightly that there wouldn't be a single millimeter of space for anyone else to occupy. He wanted to be your entire world, the only person whose name caused your heart to skip a beat.

"Don't do that," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, wounded register as he stared intently at your face. "Don't act like it's nothing. He's a guy, you're... you're you. And he's texting you late at night?"

“Yes, for work.” you deadpanned.

His eyes flickered back down to the phone, his gaze darkening. The thought of this 'staff member' seeing your witty replies, or perhaps catching a glimpse of your beautiful personality through a screen, made him feel a sickening sense of competition. He felt like he was fighting a shadow, an invisible rival that he couldn't quite punch or yell at.

"Just let me see," he pleaded, though it sounded more like a demand disguised as a request. He reached out, his hand sliding from your arm to your waist, his grip firm and unyielding, pulling you an inch closer to him. "Just tell me how he's saved. If it's just 'Minho Staff,' then fine. But if there's anything else..."

He trailed off, his eyes searching yours, his pupils blown wide with a mixture of intense longing and pure, unadulterated jealousy. He was practically vibrating with the need to know, his heart thudding a heavy, uneven rhythm against his ribs.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the tiny, amused smirk tugging at the corner of your lips because he was being so incredibly dramatic.

"You're such a baby, Ryul, seriously," you teased, finally relenting and turning the screen toward him so he could see the contact list.

“Look, it's literally just 'Minho staff' with no emojis and no cute nicknames, see?" You toss the phone onto the duvet, completely unbothered, and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his heavy, tense body down toward yours. “Now are you going to keep acting like a jealous toddler, or-.”

"I want you to block him," he said, cutting you. He wasn't shouting. He wasn't throwing a tantrum. He was stating it as if it were a simple, logical fact of life as if the world would simply function better if ‘minho staff’ ceased to exist in your digital universe.

Inside, Ryul was a storm of conflicting sensations.

He knew he was being "extra." He knew that to anyone else, his request would seem irrational, even a little suffocating. He could practically hear the voices of Louis or Woojin in his head, teasing him for being such a territorial brat. But he didnt care. The thought of that name popping up again, of you smiling at a screen because of a man who wasn't him, made a sharp, possessive ache throb in his chest.

He felt a desperate need for total, unfiltered access to your attention. He wanted to be the only source of your notifications, the only reason your phone lit up in the dark.

"Ryul, you're being ridiculous," you might have said, but he didn't want to hear reason. He wanted to hear him.

His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers splaying wide against your skin. He looked down at you, his gaze intense and unyielding, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of hesitation.

"Just do it," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, almost pleading growl. "If he's just staff, it won't matter, right? If he doesn't matter, then why keep him there?"

“Exactly.” you looked at him, hoping he’d drop the topic, “It’s not that big of a deal, Ryul you need to chill. He’s a guy that works with us… there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me having his number.”

The "exactly" was the final straw. It felt like a dismissal of his entire emotional reality. To you, it was logic; to him, it was a battleground.

Ryul pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, and the expression on his face wasn't one of a "chilled out" boyfriend. A flash of genuine, hot irritation flared in his eyes, making his dark pupils dance.

"There's 'absolutely nothing wrong' with it?" he echoed, his voice rising just a fraction, a sharp, incredulous edge cutting through his usual smooth tone. "That's your answer? You're just gonna sit there and tell me that there's nothing wrong with another man baving your number, talking about some ‘are you coming tomorrow’?”

He felt a physical tightness in his throat, a sensation of being crowded out of your life by people who were 'just there.' He hated the practicality of it. He hated the 'work' aspect of it. In his mind, the world was divided into two categories: Him and Everyone Else. And 'Everyone Else' was supposed to stay in their fucking lane.

He let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest heaving. He felt like a fool for being this worked up, but the jealousy was a living, breathing thing in his gut, making him feel restless and unanchored.

"It's not about whether it's wrong, y/n," he said, his voice dropping to a low, wounded murmur that made his possessiveness feel less like an attack and more like a confession. "It's about the fact that it's unnecessary. You don't need his number. You have mine. You have everything else you need right here."

He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip with a possessive, lingering pressure.

"Tell me you're mine," he whispered, his eyes searching yours, his gaze heavy with a demand for reassurance.

You felt a flicker of genuine annoyance prick at your skin, though a traitorous part of you secretly loved the way his eyes darkened when he got like this. He was being so intensely, stubbornly Ryul, and while his possessiveness was usually a heady, intoxicating thing, right now it was just getting in the way of your peace. You decided, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, that if he wanted to act like a brat, you might as well give him a reason to.

Instead of softening or giving him the reassurance he was practically begging for, you let out a slow, deliberate sigh and leaned back just an inch, creating a sliver of space between your bodies.

"You're so dramatic, it's actually exhausting," you teased, your voice light but laced with a playful edge as you reached over to grab your phone from the duvet, intentionally letting the screen light up one more time. "If you're so worried about him 'having' me, maybe you should stop acting like a kid and actually do something about it instead of just pouting."

You looked him dead in the eye, a challenging smirk dancing on your lips as you held the phone just out of his reach.

“So, are you gonna keep sulking about a contact name, or are you gonna make me forget Minho even exists?"

The moment the words left your mouth that calm, rational, dismissive defense of the status quo something in Ryul finally snapped. He stood up from the bed, his tall, lean frame casting a long, imposing shadow over you in the dim light of the room.

"I'm going to go find Woojin or head back to the dorms," he said, his voice steady but dangerously low. "I'll come back when you actually take this seriously. I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”

He didn't wait for your rebuttal. He didn't wait to see if you'd reach out to grab his hand or call his name. He turned on his heel and walked toward name. He turned on his heel and walked toward the door, his footsteps heavy and purposeful.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Throughout the day, Ryul became a ghost of himself a beautiful, brooding specter that haunted the periphery of your vision.

When you passed each other in the narrow hallways of the studio, he didn't look up; he simply walked past, the scent of his cologne trailing behind him like an accusation.

In the common room, he was there, slumped on the sofa with his headphones on, but his eyes were fixed on a distant point, pointedly ignoring the way your presence made the air vibrate and evey time your eyes met for a split second, there was a sharp, electric jolt of friction a mixture of longing and stubbornness before he would coldly avert his gaze.

The pride between you two was a towering, invisible wall. You sat in your own space, your heart aching with a restless, hollow sensation every time you saw his silhouette in the distance, but you refused to be the one to break.

You thought, if he really cared, he wouldn't be so goddamn petty, and you held onto that thought like a shield, even as you felt the urge to find him and force him to look at you.

Meanwhile, Ryul was a simmering volcano of suppressed emotion.

Every time he saw your phone on a table or caught a glimpse of you talking to anyone else, his jaw would tighten, and a fresh wave of possessive irritation would wash over him. He was waiting waiting for you to realize that his "drama" was actually a plea for possession but as the hours ticked by and your phone remained silent of his name, the silence began to feel less like a stand off and more like a slow separation.

The silence had been eating you alive for about six hours, and if he thinked this cold shoulder was actually working, he was stupidly wrong, it was just making you feel restless and incredibly stupid. So you finally undid the thread linking you to your immense pride, and grabbed your phone, thumb hovering over his contact name.

You : Ryul, stop being so fucking stubborn and just look at your phone for one second. Are u really going to let a name in my contact list ruin our entire day? Just come here so we can actually talk like normal people.

The read receipt appeared almost instantly, and your heart did a frantic little skip, but the lack of a typing bubble felt like a slap. He was doing it on purpose. He was staring at the screen, seeing your words, and choosing to be a stone wall just to punish you.

Yeah, your boyfriend definitely had a problem.

During the day you tried everything, from purposefully waiting for his rehearsal to end to talk to him, to sending other messages, making sure to let him know just how much a bastard he was being. But he paid no mind, carrying on with his too-nonchalant-to-give-a-fuck act. But fortunely for him, you kinda liked this game of cat and mouse.

There was something undeniably intoxicating about the way he was acting, the intensity of his focus, even when he was pointedly ignoring you. It was a different kind of attention- really. It wasn't the sweet, soft Ryul who whispered endearments in your ear; it was the Ryul who was so consumed by the thought of you that he had to shut the whole world out just to keep his composure.

You found yourself leaning into the friction. When you saw him in the hallway, instead of looking dejected, you gave him a sharp, knowing smirk, letting your eyes linger on his before walking past with a deliberate sway in your hips. You wanted to see if you could crack that porcelain mask of his. You wanted to see the moment his facade crumbled and that possessive, hungry boy came rushing back to claim you.

By the time evening rolled around, the air in the dorm felt heavy, almost pressurized. You were sitting on the floor of the living area after long hours of rehearsal, ostensibly reading a book, but your eyes hadn't moved from the same paragraph in twenty minutes. Your skin felt hyper sensitive, every sound in the dorm amplified.

Then, you heard it, the heavy, rhythmic sound of his footsteps approaching.

The door to the hallway creaked open, and there he was. He had changed into a loose black shirt that hung off his shoulders, his hair slightly mussed. He looked exhausted, but his eyes god, his eyes were alive with a dark, simmering energy. He didn't stop to talk to the others. He didn't even look at the TV. He walked straight toward the kitchen, passing just inches from where you sat.

He didn't say a word, but as he passed, he let his hand graze the back of your shoulder a touch so fleeting and seemingly accidental that it could have been a coincidence, but the heat of it burned through your clothes like a brand.

And you couldn’t help but force you legs closed, because you loved him like that, no matter what you saif - or how much you fought about it, you absolutely loved him being possessive and moody.

It was a power trip, really. Knowing that his "nonchalance" was a lie, that he was actually burning up inside just trying to maintain his pride.

You shifted slightly, the friction of your clothes against your skin feeling suddenly, acutely sensitive. You forced your legs to press together, trying to steady the ache he had ignited with a single, "accidental" touch. You wanted to throw a pillow at his head and tell him to stop being so damn difficult, but you also wanted to crawl over to him, wrap your arms around his waist, and pull him down until he finally, finally broke.

You stared down at your book, pretending to be deeply invested in the text, but your heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

A moment later, you heard the sound of a glass being set down on the counter in the kitchen a sharp deliberate clack that sounded far too loud in the quiet room. He was close. He was right there, just a few feet away, and the tension between you was so thick you could almost taste it, electric, it was exhausting, and it was the most addictive thing in the world.

So you did what you did best, provoke him.

The kitchen was quiet, the late night hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room.

You moved with a deliberate, feline grace, your eyes fixed on the cabinet above the counter where the glasses were kept. You didn't look at him not yet, no, you kept your expression neutral, almost bored, as if you were merely thirsty and the heavy, brooding presence of Ryul leaning against the marble countertop was nothing more than part of the furniture.

But as you approached, the air seemed to thicken. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a magnetic pull that made the fine hairs on your arms stand up. He was silent, his gaze presumably fixed on the dark window or his own hands, but you knew he was tracking your every move. He was a predator sensing movement in the dark, and you were walking straight into his territory.

And snstead of taking the wide, polite path around him, you chose the most dangerous route possible.

You stepped into his personal space, narrowing the gap until the scent of him that intoxicating mix of expensive soap and something uniquely Ryul enveloped you. You snuck right between him and the counter, as if you couldn’t have just asked him to move, and you leaned forward to reach for a glass, letting your hips sway with a calculated, slow motion. You made sure there was no ambiguity; you brushed your backside firmly and lingeringly, against the hard line of his thighs and the front of his jeans.

The contact was electric. It was a soft, heavy friction that sent a jolt of pure hheat straight up your spine.

For a heartbeat, the world stopped. You felt the sudden, sharp intake of his breath a ragged, hitched sound that betrayed exactly how much your "accidental" touch had rattled him. The muscle in his thigh beneath you tensed like a coiled spring, hard as granite. You didn't pull away immediately.

You took your sweet time, your fingers grazing the rim of the glass, letting the silence stretch until it was taut enough to snap. You could feel his gaze on you now not the distant, cold stare from earlier, but a heavy, burning weight that felt like it was stripping you bare.

You let your ass grind against his front one last teasing time before you finally straightened up, clutching the glass to your chest, and turned just enough to catch his eye. You offered him a tiny, innocent tilt of your head, a look of pure, unbothered sweetness that was the ultimate provocation.

"Oh, sorry, Ryul," you murmured, your voice low and honey sweet, though your eyes were dancing with mischief.

You watched the way his jaw tightened, the muscle leaping under his skin as he stared at you, and you knew you’d pushed him right to the edge.

“You're being awfully quiet today, Ryul," you added, your voice dropping an octave as you took a slow, deliberate sip of the water, never breaking eye contact. “Is something on your mind, or are you just going to stand there looking like that?"

You set the glass down on the counter with a soft click, stepping even closer until your chest was nearly brushing his, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable.

You reached out, your fingertips grazing the hem of his shirt, teasing the skin of his abdomen.

“If you're mad about something... you could just tell me."

Ryul’s jaw was locked so tight he was half-convinced his teeth might crack. The “accidental” grind of your ass against him had short-circuited every rational thought in his brain, but he was still clinging to the last threads of his stubborn pride like a man drowning in quicksand.

Don’t you dare fold yet, you pathetic horny idiot. She needs to feel how serious this is, he thought, even if my dick is currently trying to stage a coup against my brain.

He kept his eyes fixed on the glass in his hand, pretending the condensation rolling down the sides was the most fascinating thing he’d seen all week.

His breathing was measured. Controlled? Barely.

You weren’t having it.

With an exasperated huff that somehow still sounded unfairly cute, you yanked your phone out of your pocket and shoved it directly into his line of sight, the bright screen nearly smacking his nose.

“Look, you dramatic baby,” you said, voice dripping with that mix of annoyance and amusement that always wrecked him. You tapped the screen a few times, pulling up the contacts. “I blocked him. See? Minho staff - gone. Deleted. Poof. Happy now?”

Ryul’s gaze flicked to the screen for half a second. Sure enough, the contact was nowhere to be found. A dark, satisfied thrill curled low in his stomach, but he refused to give you the satisfaction of a big reaction. He just nodded once, slow and deliberate, then went right back to staring at his own phone like it held the secrets of the universe.

“Good girl. My good fucking girl.” he thought, but didn’t voice it.

You stared at him, mouth slightly open. “That’s it? A nod? Ryul, I just murdered a perfectly innocent staff member’s contact for your jealous ass and you’re just -nodding?”

He shrugged, the movement tight. “Good.” His voice came out rough, like gravel. He turned slightly, leaning more against the counter, putting the tiniest bit of space between your bodies even though every cell in him screamed to close it.

Your eyes narrowed. The mischief from earlier sharpened into something more dangerous.

Oh, he wants to play this game? Fine.

You stepped even closer, chest brushing his arm as you reached past him to set your glass down. This time you made zero attempt at subtlety. Your hips pressed flush against his, rolling slowly, deliberately, grinding against the very obvious bulge straining in his jeans.

“Still ignoring me?” you whispered against his ear, lips brushing the shell. “After I blocked him? You’re really going to stand here like a statue while I’m literally offering myself up?”

Ryul’s free hand gripped the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles went white.

“Holy shit, she’s evil. Pure evil. I’m gonna die. I’m going to bend her over this counter and- No. Hold it together.“ he thought.

But you weren’t done. You slid your hand down his chest, fingers teasing under the hem of his shirt, nails grazing the hard lines of his abs. “You’re so tense, baby. All this over one guy who doesn’t even matter?” Your voice dropped, sweet and filthy. “I could be riding you right now instead of fighting with your stupid pride.”

You felt it immediately. Of course you did.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, voice dripping with mocking delight as you glanced down between you. “You’re actually hard right now? After all that silent treatment and brooding? Poor baby got so worked up he’s leaking in his pants just from one little grind.”

Ryul’s eyes darkened dangerously. His hand shot out, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, stopping your movement dead.

“You done?” His voice was low, calm, and terrifyingly controlled.

You laughed, still playing. “Nope. Not until you admit you’re a jealous mess who gets hard when I tease him.”

He stared at you for a beat, jaw tight, then released you.

“Go get your stuff. We’re leaving.”

You sauntered off with an exaggerated sway, throwing a smirk over your shoulder. “Try not to stroke yourself in the hallway while you wait, baby~”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The car ride to your private apartment was thick with tension. You kept poking at him -little comments, teasing touches on his thigh, mocking how stiff he was sitting. Ryul didn’t respond. He just drove, knuckles white on the wheel, letting the silence stretch until it felt like a coiled spring.

The moment the apartment door shut behind you, he snapped.

Ryul cupped your face with both hands and kissed you- deep, slow, and consuming. His tongue slid against yours in lazy strokes, claiming every inch of your mouth while his body pressed you back against the wall. The kiss was full of restrained hunger, his anger showing in the way he held you so firmly, yet every touch remained controlled.

“You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight,” he whispered against your lips, voice low and condescending as he peeled your shirt off. “Mocking me like you didn’t spend all day pushing my buttons.”

He kissed down your neck, sucking soft, lingering marks into your skin while his hands roamed -firm grips on your waist, your hips, squeezing with rough possession.

He stripped you completely, then himself, his thick cock springing free, heavy and flushed. He pressed you onto the bed on your back and settled between your thighs, kissing you again as two thick fingers dragged through your soaked folds.

“Soaked already,” he said, sounding almost amused despite the edge in his voice. “All that teasing and your pussy is this needy for me? Cute.”

He worked you open with patient precision -fingers pumping steadily, scissoring gently then curling harder, thumb never stopping its torment on your swollen clit. Every time your walls started fluttering and your moans grew desperate, he slowed down or pulled his fingers almost all the way out, leaving you whining.

“Ryul- please- ”

“Not yet, baby,” he said calmly, kissing along your jaw. “Brats don’t get to cum right away.” he added a third finger, stretching you wider, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as he brought you right to the edge again… then stopped completely.

He kissed down your body, sucking marks into your breasts and stomach, before settling between your legs. His mouth was gentle but relentless -broad, slow licks up your slit, tongue flicking softly over your clit before sucking it between his lips. Two fingers slid back inside you, curling rhythmically while he worshipped your pussy with long, wet strokes of his tongue.

He edged you like that for what felt like forever. Over and over. Fingers pumping deep, tongue swirling and sucking, bringing you right to the brink until your thighs shook and tears pricked your eyes -then pulling away with soft kisses to your inner thighs and condescending little praises.

“Aw, look at you crying already,” he murmured, voice warm but possessive as he kissed your tears away. “So desperate. This is what happens when you push me, baby. You get reminded exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

By the fourth edge you were properly crying -soft, frustrated sobs escaping as your hips chased his mouth and fingers uselessly. Slick coated his chin and hand, dripping down your ass onto the sheets.

“Please, Ryul- I’m sorry, I’m yours, please let me cum-“

He finally crawled back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. His heavy cock rested against your soaked pussy as he rubbed the thick head up and down your slit, teasing your clit and dipping just the tip inside before pulling back. Never giving you more.

“Feel how hard you made me?” he whispered, grinding the length of his cock along your folds. “This is what your teasing does. But you don’t get it yet, brat. Not until you’re shaking and crying for it.”

He kept teasing you like that -rubbing his cock against your clit in slow circles, occasionally pushing just the head in and holding still while you clenched desperately around nothing -until fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

Only then did he reach for a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on with steady hands. He positioned himself between your thighs again, kissing you softly as he finally pushed inside - inch by thick, slow inch. The stretch was intense, the condom slick with your arousal as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“Fuck… so tight,” he breathed, staying buried deep and rolling his hips in grinding circles. “This pussy was made for me. Only me.”

He fucked you like that for a long time- slow, deep thrusts in missionary, kissing you constantly, one hand pinning your hip down possessively while the other rubbed your clit. Every time you got close he slowed again, edging you even with his cock buried inside you.

He flipped you onto your hands and knees next, gripping your hips firmly as he slid back in from behind. The new angle let him hit deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin louder now. He reached around to rub your clit while thrusting in long, controlled strokes.

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough but not cruel. “Who owns you?”

“You- only you, Ryul- please-”

He pulled you up into his lap in a sitting position, your back to his chest, bouncing you on his cock with strong hands on your waist. One arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you close as he kissed your neck and shoulder, still denying you that final push.

By the time he laid you on your side, spooning behind you with one leg hooked over his arm, you were a sobbing, trembling mess.

He finally took mercy.

His thrusts grew deeper, steadier, the condom stretching tight around his thick cock as he fucked you with purpose. His fingers rubbed your clit in firm, fast circles.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled against your ear, possessive and warm. “Let go. Show me this pussy knows who it belongs to.”

Your orgasm hit like a freight train. You cried out his name, walls clenching and spasming violently around his cock, fresh tears spilling as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your entire body shook, pussy gushing around him, soaking the condom and his balls as you milked him desperately.

Ryul groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “Fuck- that’s it. Good girl.” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, long, thick pulses filling the condom as his cock twitched and throbbed inside you. You felt every powerful spurt through the thin latex, his hips grinding deep as he emptied himself with low, broken moans against your neck, body pressed tight to yours.

He stayed buried deep for a long moment, both of you panting and slick with sweat. Then he slowly pulled out, careful with the full condom. He tied it off, then slid two fingers inside the opening, scooping out a thick, warm load of his cum.

“Open up, baby,” he murmured, voice hoarse but gentle, eyes dark with satisfaction as he brought his cum-covered fingers to your lips.

Still hazy and crying softly from overstimulation, you parted your lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting you suck and lick his thick, salty cum off them. He fed you slowly, deliberately, watching with possessive intensity as you swallowed every drop he offered, repeating the motion until his fingers were clean.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised softly, tossing the condom aside and pulling you into his arms.

He kissed your tear-streaked face tenderly, stroking your back and holding you close as you both came down.

“All mine. No more bratting about other men’s names, understood?”

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