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Sun Jae's Research Material | Lovely Runner

Im Sol was always curious how Sun Jae had become so skilled in bed, considering his admission about his inexperience. Sun Jae told her because as an actor, he diligently studied various aspects of relationships and intimacy to make his roles believable. But, one day Im Sol found out that there is more about those ‘normal’ books on intimacy and relationship.

One afternoon, while Sun Jae was out for a meeting, Sol decided to tidy up his study—a task she had been meaning to do but never found the time for. Armed with cleaning supplies and a determined glint in her eye, began the long-awaited decluttering.

As she wrestled a neglected pile of papers on a precarious bookshelf, a leather-bound volume shifted precariously. With a startled yelp, Sol lunged to catch it, narrowly preventing it from plummeting to the floor. Brushing off the dust and straightening the book, she noticed a faded inscription on the inner cover –

“To Sun Jae, may your love life be as interesting as this book” signed, your supportive best friend, Baek In-hyuk.

The inscription, a playful jab from Sun Jae's mischievous best friend, only heightened the mystery.

Curiosity piqued; she cautiously cracked it open. Instead of the expected relationship self- help book, Sol found herself staring at a surprisingly intricate illustration. A raised eyebrow and a stifled chuckle escaped her lips as the realization dawned – the book cradled in her hands was none other than the Kama Sutra, its well-worn pages and faded illustrations a testament to its frequent use.

A sudden realization dawned – the book cradled in her hands was most likely the "research" Sun Jae had been so secretive about, a guide to the intricacies of relationships and intimacy.

Something even more unexpected caught her eye. Tucked behind the Kama Sutra where was another book, its cover worn in a similar fashion. This one, however, lacked a playful inscription. Instead, a discreetly placed bookstore receipt peeked out from the first page, bearing the logo of a high-end establishment known for catering to...well, a very specific clientele. A wave of laughter bubbled up in her chest, quickly replaced by surprise. Baek In-hyuk wasn't responsible for this second volume. Someone else, perhaps Sun Jae's ever-efficient manager trying to ensure his privacy, had discreetly procured this additional "research material."

"Oh, Sun Jae, I didn't know you were such an academic!" she muttered to herself, amused by his collections.

As Sol gazed at the intricate illustrations in the Kama Sutra, her curiosity surged. Each page revealed a world of intimate positions and techniques, depicted with a surprising blend of artistry and explicitness. Despite her initial amusement and the mischievous circumstances of discovery, Sol found herself drawn into the detailed descriptions and ancient wisdom about human relationships and desire.

Turning the pages carefully, she encountered chapters that delved into not just physical positions but also the philosophy of love, the nature of desire, and the importance of mutual pleasure. The text, translated into poetic English, painted a vivid picture of a culture that celebrated love as a union of body, mind, and spirit.

Sol couldn't help but marvel at how such ancient teachings had endured through centuries, offering insights that transcended mere physicality. The Kama Sutra, she realized, wasn't just a manual of sexual techniques but a profound exploration of human connection and the pursuit of fulfillment in relationships.

Lost in her thoughts, Sol realized that this accidental discovery had opened her eyes to a new perspective on relationships and the myriad ways in which people express and experience love. She wondered how Sun Jae, with his secretive studies, had been influenced by these ancient teachings and what insights he had gained from them.

The unexpected weight of knowledge pressed down on Sol's shoulders. With a newfound respect for the wisdom contained within its pages, Sol gently closed the Kama Sutra and turned her attention to the second volume she had discovered. Its cover, devoid of playful inscriptions, held a quiet intrigue. Unlike the first, its illustrations were more complex, the poses seemingly defying human anatomy in ways that both fascinated and befuddled her.

Lost in the web of techniques and newfound knowledge, Sol didn't hear the creak of the floorboards outside the study door. Sun Jae's footsteps, usually accompanied by a familiar whistle, were uncharacteristically silent. Her heart lurched as the doorknob rattled, a telltale sign of his arrival.

Panicked, Sol shoved the second volume back behind the first, mimicking the way she'd seen them before. She scrambled to replace the disguised book on the shelf, her movements jerky and frantic. With trembling hands, she grabbed a random philosophy text from the bottom row, flipping through the pages with a practiced facade of scholarly interest.

Just as the book settled back onto the shelf, the door creaked open. Sun Jae stood in the doorway; a question mark etched on his face.  "Hey," he greeted, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "What are you doing up here so late?"

Sol whipped around, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "Just cleaning…" she said, her voice a touch too high-pitched. "but then, I found this book; it might give me some inspiration for my script."

Sun Jae raised an eyebrow, skepticism dancing in his eyes. The study wasn't exactly known for its abundance of research materials. He scanned the shelves, his gaze lingering on the philosophy section for a beat too long. Sol held her breath, praying he wouldn't investigate further.

"Right," he finally said, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Well, don't stay up too late. He chuckled, leaning against the doorway. “But if you need a break writer-nim, there's coffee in the kitchen."

Sol let out a shaky breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. A close call. But the adrenaline rush was quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. A mischievous glint entered her eyes. Maybe she could use this discovery to her advantage, subtly incorporating some of the newfound knowledge into their next encounter, leaving Sun Jae to wonder if she'd stumbled upon his secret stash.

Sol, armed with her newfound knowledge and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, began to plan how to incorporate subtle applications from the "research materials" into her interactions with Sun Jae.

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Addicted to You |Lovely Runner fanfic

CHAPTER 6- His Untethered Soul (Sol)

Sun Jae woke up with the familiar warmth sprawled across his chest, a sensation that never failed to bring a smile to his face. As he slowly opened his eyes, last night’s passion played in his mind like a soft melody. How he had missed waking up with Im Sol in his arms, her presence comforting and exhilarating all at once. He couldn't resist the urge to pinch her adorable nose and lightly stroke her cheeks, reveling in the delicate softness of her skin.

Im Sol stirred slightly in her sleep, and Sun Jae quickly feigned sleep to hide the longing in his eyes. “Sun Jae-ah,” she murmured sweetly, her voice a gentle caress that stirred his heart.

He held back a sigh as Sol traced an endearing small heart on his chest with her finger. Unable to contain himself any longer, he whispered, “I love you too.”

“Are you awake?” Sol asked, a hint of shyness coloring her voice.

“Let’s stay here a little longer,” Sun Jae replied, pulling her closer, dreading the inevitable moment when they would have to leave the warmth of their bed. The past month of abstinence had been challenging for him. He had thrown himself into his work, taking on numerous gigs to distract himself and respect Sol’s desire to pause their intimacy for a while. Last night, he had sensed her exhaustion after their passionate reunion, but even her playful tickling on his sides had tested his resolve. It took immense effort not to give in to the primal desire to lose himself in her again.

With a soft giggle, they locked eyes, their mutual adoration reflected in their gaze. Sun Jae gently tucked a loose strand of Sol’s hair behind her ear as she nestled comfortably against his chest. For a long moment, they simply reveled in the warmth of each other’s presence.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Sol teased, a playful glint in her eyes. “Do I have something in my eyes?” she continued, feigning concern.

Sun Jae nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Yes, you do.”

Sol’s cheeks flushed as she hastily moved away to rub her eyes, only to realize Sun Jae’s jest. “You’re such a tease,” she pouted, but her eyes twinkled with affection as she lightly smacked his arm.

He captured her hand and pressed it against his cheek, savoring the warmth that radiated from her touch, a tangible reminder that this moment was real, not just a dream.

As they looked at each other, Sun Jae struggled with his thoughts, the weight of his unspoken fears pressing upon him. “Sometimes, I’m scared that you might slip away into another timeline,” he confessed softly. Despite the warmth of her presence, a lingering unease gnawed at him—the fear of losing her again, of being separated by forces beyond their control. “That I might forget you all over again,” he continued.

Sol’s expression softened with understanding, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest. “That won’t happen,” she reassured him tenderly.

Sol sensed his turmoil, her fingers gently tracing soothing circles on his chest. “I know it scares you,” she murmured, her voice tender. “But I’m here, Sun Jae-ah. I’m not going anywhere.”

He wanted to believe her, to banish the haunting memories of past timelines where their love had been torn apart by circumstances they couldn’t foresee. Each time he thought he had lost her forever, the pain had been unbearable, leaving scars that time had yet to fully heal.

“It’s not just about now,” Sun Jae whispered, his voice barely audible. “It’s about all the times we’ve been through, all the lifetimes where we found each other only to be ripped apart.”

Sol placed a finger on his lips, silencing his doubts with a gentle touch. “We can’t live in fear of what might happen,” she said firmly. “We have now, this moment, and that’s all that matters.”

He closed his eyes, letting her words sink in, finding solace in the present and in her unwavering presence beside him. In the silence that followed, their hearts beat in sync, a rhythm of love and reassurance that transcended time and space.

“We’ll face whatever comes together,” Sol murmured, her voice a promise. “And we’ll cherish every moment we have.”

Sun Jae opened his eyes, meeting her gaze with a renewed sense of determination. In Sol’s eyes, he saw their future—a future they would shape together, one filled with love, laughter, and an unbreakable bond forged through trials and triumphs.

"I'm sorry if I sometimes overwhelm you with my love," he began, his tone sincere yet tinged with self-doubt. "It's just... I love you so much, Sol. Sometimes it feels like my heart can't contain it all." Sun Jae's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his words carrying a mixture of apology and raw emotion. His eyes, gazing deeply into Sol's, revealed the vulnerability he seldom showed to anyone but her.

Sol reached out and gently caressed his cheek, her touch grounding him in the moment. "You don't have to apologize for loving me," she whispered, her voice a gentle reassurance. "Your love is the most beautiful thing in my life, Sun Jae-ah."

He sighed softly, a mixture of relief and lingering worry evident in his expression. "I know," he murmured, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to hers. "But I fear sometimes that my love might be too much. That it might suffocate you or push you away."

Sol shook her head, her eyes filled with tenderness as she traced her fingers along his jawline. "Sun Jae-ah, your love is never too much," she said firmly, her voice unwavering. You love me with all your heart, and that's more than I could ever ask for."

Sun Jae opened his eyes, searching her face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Instead, he found only love and understanding reflected back at him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Sol," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my everything."

A soft smile curved Sol's lips as she leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss against his forehead. "And you're mine," she murmured, her words a vow of commitment and devotion. "Together, we can weather any storm."

They lingered in each other's embrace, grateful for the serendipity that had brought them back together. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, broken only by their quiet breaths and the occasional shift of their bodies against the sheets.

After a while, Sol felt a playful nudge against her side, followed by a mischievous grin spreading across Sun Jae's face. She reacted with a playful swat and a teasing admonishment, her eyes dancing with affectionate amusement.

"Yah!" she exclaimed softly, her voice laced with mock annoyance, though her smile betrayed her true feelings.

Sun Jae's grin widened, his gaze never leaving hers as he spoke in a voice tinged with warmth and longing, "I want to show you how deeply I love you this morning."

His words carried a promise of passion and devotion, echoing the unspoken vows they had silently exchanged in the quiet moments of their embrace.

They held each other for a while. Silently praying on the fate that brought them together again. After a while, Im Sol felt something hard and hot poking on her sides. “Yah!” she playfully smacked Sun Jae. Which just grinned at her. “I want to show you how I love you this morning.”

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Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic

🥵Smutty Chapter

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

“Remove your clothes,” Sol ordered, tugging at the fabric. She had the thing halfway down his back before he began to assist her. Oh, he was lovely. His chest, padded with muscle, lured her eyes and hands to linger and touch and stroke with abandon. But there wasn’t time.

Sun Jae dropped his shirt on the marbled floor and immediately began working at the opening of his pants. Sol grabbed his wrists, halting his frantic efforts, then fell slowly to her knees upon the discarded clothing at their feet. Slowly, deliberately, she undid the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down with agonizing slowness.

As she freed him, he let out a shuddering breath, his need evident in every line of his body. She wrapped her hand around his long, rigid shaft, feeling the heat and hardness, the way he pulsed in her grip. She looked up again, meeting his eyes, her own gaze dark with desire.

Her eyes held his as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to the taut skin of his abdomen. He shivered again, his hands instinctively finding their way into her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. She smiled up at him, her lips barely grazing his skin as she moved lower, her breath hot and teasing against his flesh.

“Sol- ah…,” he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to reverberate through the room. She took her time, savoring the power she held over him, the way his body responded to her every touch and caress.

She leaned in, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the length of him. He moaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, his hands tightening in her hair.

A loud groan emerged from Sun Jae’s throat as she grasped the hot, silken shaft in her fist, sliding her fingers up and down its substantial length. Unhesitatingly, almost on instinct, she leaned forward and enfolded the rounded head between her lips, suckling lightly and enjoying the musky, salty taste of him.

His hand fisted in her hair, for a bare moment pushing his length past her teeth and deeper into her mouth. He pulled back when she gasped, then slowly pushed forward again. Soon, she realized his need and relaxed her tongue, letting more of him slide in. Her hand squeezed him at the root, trying to better control the rhythm. His strangled cry of pleasure sent echoing sensations surging through her body.

“Sol- ah,” he panted. “I cannot take much more.”

But she had no intention of letting him go. She increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. He could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting until he thought he might explode from the intensity of it.

Sol now found her rhythm, she moved with practiced skill, her mouth and hands working in tandem to drive him to the brink of madness. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold back, to prolong the exquisite torture.

With a strangled cry, he gave in, his release surging through him in powerful waves. When it was over, he stood there, panting, his body spent and trembling. She took everything he had to give, her mouth never leaving him, her hands never ceasing their relentless rhythm.

 “Oh, fuck!” The words slipped out before he could stop them, his brows furrowing in concern. Sun Jae reached out, offering his hand. “Spit it out, Sol- ah.” The sight of her mouth so full of him, struck him deeply. It wasn’t just the physical act; it was the emotional weight behind it.

Sol’s eyes met Sun Jae’s as she held his gaze, her lips still wrapped around him. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes, the memory of a similar moment flashing through her mind. Back then, it had been something hot, something that had caused burning pain in her mouth, and he had offered his hand for her to spit the food. But this was different.

With calculated slowness, she pulled back, her tongue swirling to catch every drop, her hand still firmly grasping him. She swallowed, the action deliberate and slow, never breaking eye contact.

Sun Jae’s breath caught in his throat, his concern turning not something deeper, something more primal. “Sol- ah,” he murmured, his voice rough and laden with awe. You didn’t have to—”

She looked up at him, her eyes still hazy with pleasure, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I wanted to,” she whispered, her voice husky and filled with satisfaction.

She rose to her feet, her eyes glowing with satisfaction and something deeper, something more profound. “You taste amazing.”

He shivered at her words, his body still reeling from the intensity of his release. Sol's hand moved to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. She smiled, a slow, sensuous smile that sent another shiver through him.

"Next time," she said, her voice a sultry promise, "let me enjoy it without worry."

Sun Jae could only nod, his mind still struggling to process the whirlwind of sensations. He pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair. "You drive me crazy," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Sol chuckled softly, her arms encircling his neck. "Good," she murmured back, nipping lightly at his earlobe. "That's exactly what I was aiming for."

Sun Jae’s brows waggled mischievously. “We have done something in your agenda,” he said with a playful smirk.

Sol, still catching her breath, looked at him with a mix of amusement and curiosity, “What now?” she asked, her voice tinged with playful annoyance.

“We definitely ate each other—” Sun Jae began, but he was cut off by Sol smacking his arm.

“Yah! Don’t say it like that!” she chided, though a smile played on her lips.

“Why not? You’re delicious by the way,” Sun Jae laughed out loud, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "You are incredible," he continued, his voice deep. "Absolutely incredible."

She smiled, a slow, sensual smile that promised so much more. "So are you," she replied, her fingers trailing down his chest. "I think we both are," she replied, her fingers still caressing his skin.

He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we are. And we're just getting started."

Sol couldn't help but laugh too, shaking her head at his audacity. "So, eating, check," he continued, ticking off items on an imaginary list. "Movies and variety shows can wait, so off the list. Talk—done. Next is sleep. But I don’t wanna sleep…", he pouted.

Sol's playful smile turned into a seductive one as she leaned closer to him, her fingers brushing a teasing path down his chest. "Yah! You know what I meant when I said I want to ‘sleep,’" she said, her voice a soft purr.

Sun Jae's eyes darkened with desire as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "Oh, I know exactly what you mean," he murmured against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed back, her voice a husky whisper.

He pulled her close, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his desire for her rekindling despite his recent release. Together, they sank to the floor, a tangled mess of limbs, their passion an echo of a timeless rhythm.

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Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic

🥵SMUTTY CHAPTER

Wondering why Ryu Sun Jae is being a gentleman to Im Sol? Insisting on taking her home when she obviously wants to spend the night on his apartment. Well, this might be the reason.

CHAPTER 4

With a slow, deliberate walk, Sun Jae carried Im Sol towards the bedroom. He keeps reminding himself for self- control. You have all night, you punk!

His senses were on high alert. The warmth of Sol's body against his, the subtle scent of her hair, the way her breath hitched every so often—all of it was driving him wild. But he knew he needed to pace himself. He wanted to savor every moment, to make this night unforgettable.

Stay calm, he told himself as he reached the bedroom door. Don’t rush it. He reached for the doorknob, twisting it open with a deliberate slowness. With a swift motion, he closed the door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the room, sealing them away from the rest of the world.

Focus, Sun Jae. He spun her around, pressing her gently against the door, his hands bracketing her face. He could feel his heart pounding, the pulse reverberating through his entire body. He kissed her with a raw passion, his lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, making her his. She responded in kind, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body arching into him.

But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

God, she feels so good. His hands roamed her curves, urgent and demanding, as if memorizing every inch of her. He broke the kiss, panting slightly, his forehead resting against hers.

"Sol-ah," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea how much I want you right now. A month not being inside you is too much, baby."

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "Then show me,...show me how you miss me," she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.

His control teetered on the edge. He wanted to take his time, but her words ignited a fire within him that was hard to contain. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding down her sides, pulling down her jeans and panties in one go. He pressed a kiss to her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. You can do this, he told himself. Make it last.

"Sun Jae-ah..." she breathed, her voice a mixture of pleading and encouragement.

He didn’t need any more prompting. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart as he leaned in, his mouth finding her heat with an unerring accuracy. He tasted her, his tongue flicking out to lap at her, drinking in her essence with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Sol's head fell back against the door with a thud, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him close as he worked his magic. 

Sun Jae stopped with his ministration, concern evident in his eyes.

"Don't stop, I'm okay" she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, don't stop."

Sun Jae didn’t hold back. He devoured her, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, his lips wrapping around her swollen nub and sucking with a force that made her cry out. The sensations were overwhelming, each flick of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Sol writhed against him, her moans filling the room, her body begging for more.He could feel her trembling, her thighs quivering under his hands, her body on the brink of release.

Faintly, he heard her saying his name with querulous tone. “Sun Jae-ah…this feels so good…” He set his mouth upon her, ignoring the sharp tug of her hands in his hair. He needed this—the salty-sweet of her on his tongue and inside his senses. Sunshine and woman.

"More," she pleaded, her voice almost a whimper. "I need more."

Now, he circled and let her guide him, her fingertips working against his scalp, her thighs relaxing where he gripped them. Too soon—much too soon—her urgent writhing coalesced with her plaintive cries. He thrust his tongue inside the greedy mouth of her sex, determined to feel every small ripple, to be inside her just enough to make her pleasure a part of him.

He wanted to make her come undone, to feel her shatter beneath his touch. And he did. With a final, relentless flick of his tongue, he pushed her over the edge. She screamed his name, her body convulsing, her hands gripping his hair as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

He held her through it, his mouth never leaving her, prolonging her pleasure until she was a quivering mess, slumped against the door, her chest heaving, her skin flushed. Only then did he pull back, looking up at her with a satisfied smile.

In the aftermath, he soothed her with a string of kisses along her thighs. He stood, half-bent with the pain of his arousal. She continued caressing his jaw, now rubbing her thumbs over his lips. Now pulling his forehead down to touch hers.

“So, I am the one who ate something delicious instead,” he whispered to her ear, his voice half laden with satisfaction and teasing.

She laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Seems like it," she murmured, her breath warm against his cheek. She cupped his face, tracing the lines of his jaw with delicate fingers, her eyes filled with a mix of adoration and mischief.

"I want to taste you," Sol whispered, her voice husky. "I want to feel you in my mouth."

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Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic

Synopsis: Wondering why Ryu Sun Jae is being a gentleman to Im Sol? Insisting on taking her home when she obviously wants to spend the night on his apartment. Well, maybe this is the reason.

CHAPTER 3

Before Sol could even blink, Sun Jae’s hands were on her face, his touch warm and familiar. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, teasing kiss. It was a spark that ignited a wildfire within her.

Her scent, like sunshine and uniquely Sol, filled his senses as he leaned in. The kiss started slowly, a playful test, nibbling on her lower lip. Sol took a breathless sigh. Pulling her closer, Sun Jae felt the familiar way she fit perfectly against him. God, one month of no physical intimacy had been too much. Each touch, every moan, every brush of her body against his, sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss deepened quickly, their initial restraint melting away with each touch. Sun Jae pulled her closer, eliminating any space between them. Sol responded instinctively, her breath catching in her throat. Her bag thudded to the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers entwining in his hair – the way he liked it.

Just when the heat threatened to consume them entirely, Sun Jae pulled back, his eyes searching hers for a silent confirmation. A playful glint danced in his gaze, a question hanging in the air. He took a deep breath for self-control. I needed to know. Was this what she wanted too?

Sol met his gaze, her breath hitching in her throat. Her desire a clear message in her eyes, was all the confirmation he needed.

There were no more questions, no more need for words. It wasn’t long before their kisses deepened, and they found themselves lost in each other once more. Their renewed passion spoke volumes.

In the foyer of his apartment, they devoured each other in a flurry of kisses, their bodies pressed together in a silent promise.

Sun Jae's touch sent a jolt through Sol. Her breath hitched as his strong arms scooped her up, the world tilting slightly as his legs replaced the floor as her support. Now plastered against him, chest to chest, she could feel the heat radiating off his body, a delicious counterpoint to the sudden flutter in her stomach.

They were plastered together, the solid warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coolness of the wall against her back. A choked laugh escaped her lips as she realized just how much taller he was. God, she felt tiny compared to his broad frame, completely enveloped in his presence.

A playful smirk danced on Sun Jae's lips. "Looks like takeout will have to wait," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His eyes, usually so playful, now held a deeper intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Sol couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh, the sound muffled against his shirt. "Maybe, or you could it me up" she teased back, her voice barely a whisper.

Sun Jae chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through her. "Missed you like crazy," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with desire.

Sol's cheeks burned, a mixture of shyness and excitement bubbling within her. "Me too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn't waste any more time. His lips met hers in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing against hers in a way that sent a wave of heat crashing through her. One of his hands slid down her back, cupping her firmly, pressing her even closer. The kiss deepened, their pent-up desires exploding in a whirlwind of passion.

He carefully leaned her back against the wall, his touch a warm brand against her skin. The contrast between his broad frame and her petite form was stark, but somehow, it fit perfectly. He traced a finger down her arm, sending goosebumps erupting in its wake.

The foyer, once a place of polite hellos and goodbyes, was now a scene straight out of a fever dream. Sol clung to him, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he explored her body with a practiced ease that both surprised and thrilled her.

"God," he breathed, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "you're incredible."

Sol arched into his touch, a whimper escaping her lips. The playful banter had taken a sharp turn, and she wasn't about to complain.

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue a demanding force against hers. The kiss was a whirlwind of pent-up desire, a month's worth of longing compressed into a single moment. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, her body yearning for the familiar press of his against hers.

A whimper escaped her lips when he trailed kisses down her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

"Think we can skip the movie night?" he murmured; his voice laced with amusement.

"Uh huh”, she nodded in agreement, her eyes haze with desire. With her voice shaky with desire, Sol whispered, “bedroom?"

Sun Jae grinned, a triumphant glint in his eyes. With a slow, deliberate walk, he carried her towards the bedroom, the promise of a night of rediscovery hanging heavy in the air. The movies and shows could wait. Tonight, they had something far more important to attend to – the rekindling of a love that burned brighter than ever before.

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Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic

Synopsis: Wondering why Ryu Sun Jae is being a gentleman to Im Sol? Insisting on taking her home when she obviously wants to spend the night on his apartment. Well, maybe this is the reason.

CHAPTER 2

A month ago, Im Sol had asked Sun Jae to cool it down a bit with their nightly intimacy. But since then, he didn’t even bother to give her a hug nor give a peck on her cheeks. She missed his playful advances, the way his eyes would linger on her a little too long.

Tonight, Sun Jae’s teasing grin as she lingered by the door was a stark contrast to his usual “I want to eat you” glances.

“Where are you going? I said you’d spend the night here.” Sun Jae tried his best to control his grin and show his nonchalant expression, though deep inside, he wants to kiss her right there and then.

“Well…I thought…you were talking to me,” Im Sol mumbled, cheeks burning under his scrutiny.

He loved how easily flustered she got, so adorable with her nervous rambling, and he can’t help himself to teased her more.

“If I was talking to you,” he grinned, a playful glint in his eyes, “were you going to stay here tonight?”

Sol wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Oh, God, please make me disappear. Sol thought, dying with her embarrassment.

“What I meant by that was…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Omo, Im Sol. You and your big mouth. She thought, controlling herself not to smack herself.

“Right! Since we couldn’t go on a date because I’ve been busy, for the time being, we could have something delicious, watch a movie, and have some fun.” Sol blurted out, avoiding Sun Jae’s teasing gaze.

Sun Jae’s teasing grin widened. “And then?”

“And then, we can…Right! Yes!” she nervously giggled, desperately trying to regain control of the conversation. “We can catch up on the variety shows we missed. We can talk a little too.”

A slow smile spread across Sun Jae’s face. “And then…?” he chuckled. Laughter evident in his voiced. Dang! He can’t help himself teasing his adorable Sol. He loves how her ears and cheeks get red by her embarrassment.

“And then,” she blurted again, her cheeks burning hotter, “it must be late. Instead of going home that late, I’d get a good night’ sleep here,” she said, her hands clasp together and pretending to sleep. “That’s what I meant.”

Sun Jae tried his best not to laughed out loud on how adorable she was.

“So, that means you are going to sleep here tonight,” he inquired.

“What I said “sleep”, it means…uh…”, she ran out of words.

“Okay,” Sun Jae replied, trying hard to stifle a laugh, “do everything you want to do. Eat something delicious, watch a movie, catch up on the variety shows, and what was it? Talk?” he teased.

“Yes, yes…we talk!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands in a forceful display of enthusiasm. She might have initiated for them to abstain from physical intimacy, but Sun Jae’s teasing only served as a reminder of how much she missed his touch, his warmth. A month of his respectful distance felt like an eternity. Maybe a little “talk” and “sleep” wouldn’t hurt after all.

“Sure, let’s do them all,” Sun Jae agreed, his voice a low rumble.  “But…”

“What?” Sol chirped, finally finding her voice again, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. His gaze, usually playful, was now intense, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own. It was the look she used to call his “I want to eat you” gaze.

A slow smile played on his lips. “First things first…”

[ladyjang09]

Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic

Synopsis: Wondering why Ryu Sun Jae is being a gentleman to Im Sol? Insisting on taking her home when she obviously wants to spend the night on his apartment. Well, this might be the reason.

CHAPTER 1

Sun Jae couldn't get enough of Sol. He wanted to be intimate all the time, a hunger that seemed insatiable. Sol, on the other hand, felt differently. She loved Sun Jae dearly, but her body couldn’t keep up with his constant desire.

But since they did it the first time, boy, he didn’t stop! Each night, Sun Jae's need for her seemed to grow, consuming them both. I did say I love his attention, she thought, but I didn’t ask for it every single night! I didn’t think we would do it every day after that. And it’s always more than one session too! We even had sex all day during the weekend because he had no scheduled work.

Finally, one night, Sol had had enough. "Sun Jae-ah, we’re not having sex tonight," she said firmly.

His face fell. "May I ask why? Am I not good enough? I’ll promise you, Sol-ah, I’ll get better."

"No, no. You are amazing, but my body can’t handle it every day. I can’t get enough sleep…and my back hurts so much that I can’t move until noon!"

Sun Jae looked genuinely concerned. "What if we just do it once? And join me to the gym to build up your stamina and endurance?"

"That’s not the point!" Sol replied, exasperated.

"I understand," he said softly. "I won’t ask you for sex anymore."

Huh? It didn’t have to go that far! He’s so extreme! Sol thought, feeling a pang of guilt.

"I don’t want you to be physically overwhelmed," he continued. "So, I won’t do it unless you want to."

"Hey! Wait…I love making love with you. But since we started, we’ve been doing it several times a day. And it’s hard on my body. I’m just saying, sometimes we need to take a break."

Sun Jae nodded, his expression softening. "Okay, I respect you. Sorry, Sol-ah, for being too much when it comes to you. Whenever you are ready, love."

Sol smiled, relieved. She pulled him close, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Sun Jae-ah. I love you."

"I love you too, Sol-ah," he whispered back, holding her gently.

As the weeks passed, Sol noticed that Sun Jae was keeping his promise. He didn’t initiate sex anymore, respecting her need for rest and recovery. However, as time went on, Sol found herself missing their intimate moments. It had been a month since they last made love, and she began to feel a longing that was hard to ignore. He doesn’t even kiss her!

The day Sun Jae invited her to work on her script at his apartment, a flicker of hope ignited in Sol. She’d been fighting the urge to ditch her project and simply spend time with him. His surprised visit in the café and their trip to the library spoke volumes of his sweetness, albeit distracting her from her work.

With a sighed of satisfaction, Sol closed her laptop and stretched. Finishing the script had brought a sense of accomplishment, but it was quickly overshadowed by a familiar pang of longing. She glanced toward the living room sofa, expecting to find Sun Jae lounging there, but to her disappointment, it was empty.

Curious, Sol wandered through the apartment and found him in his music room, headphones on, completely engrossed in the song he was listening to. The sight of him, lost in his world of music, made her heart race. She bit her lip, wrestling with the urge to make the first move, to tell him how she felt. But each time she opened her mouth to speak, her courage faltered, and the words slipped away.

Sun Jae found solace in his music room, headphones on, deeply immersed in the soothing rhythm of Sonaki, his song dedicated to his Im Sol. He knew Sol was in the other room, finishing her script, and despite his best efforts to keep a safe distance from her, he couldn’t help but think about her. She was a constant presence in his mind, a magnetic force he struggled to resist.

Lost in the melody, he didn’t hear her approach until she knocked on the table. He felt a gentle tug on his sleeve and turned to see Sol standing there, a mixture of pride and something more in her eyes.

“Why, are you done?” he said with a smile, pulling off his headphones.

“Yes,” she replied with a nod, her voice filled with accomplishment.

“See, you could finish it today because you were focused.”

“You’re right,” Sol smiled sweetly. “I thought I had to stay up all night.”

Sun Jae smiled at her intently. His gaze drifted to her lips, his heart quickening. He fought the urge to close the distance between them, to kiss her like he wanted to for so long. She closed her eyes, and leaned in slightly, her lips puckering in anticipation.

Sol heart thumped, finally, he’s going to kiss her! I knew it. It’s finally happening.

For a moment, he hesitated, battling his desires, but then he brushed her lips with his thumb, wiping away a crumb from the bread she had eaten earlier.

“I guess you liked the bread,” he said playfully, dusting the crumbs off his fingers.

"Huh?” She said, covering her mouth in embarrassment.

“Let’s go. I’ll drop you off.”

Sun Jae saw the disappointment flash in her eyes, and it pained him. He wanted to tell her to stay, to spend the night with him, but he held back, keeping his promise to her to abstain from his sexual desires.

Let’s go? Already? she whined silently and stomping her foot.

Sol’s heart sank. She didn’t want to go home; she wanted to stay, to spend the night with him. Why does he act like that after clinging to me all day? she murmured, pouting.

“Did you get all your stuff?” Sun Jae inquired. Seriously? You want me to go home? She just answered with a sigh. It’s late? Omo! It’s only 11 PM. Does he think we’re 19- years old? Desperation gnawed at her, and she hatched a plan to buy herself more time.

With deliberate clumsiness, Sol knocked over her bag, sending its contents scattering across the floor. Lipstick, keys, and notebooks spilled out in all directions.

“Gosh, my goodness. Everything fell out.” She knelt down, slowly gathering her belongings, hoping that the delay would give her the courage to speak her mind.

Sun Jae, ever the gentleman, excused himself to fetch his car keys, leaving Sol alone in the room. She watched him leave and then sighed, frustration bubbling up inside her.

“He intends to drop me off even when the world ends. I’m done with work though. I can stay longer,” she whined in frustration.

As Sun Jae retrieved his keys, he felt a pang of regret. Was he pushing her away out of respect? Did she want to stay as much as he wanted her to? When he returned, he was determined to find out. Just then, his phone vibrated with a call from Baek In- Hyuk. He had completely forgotten about the band’s get- together.

As Sol picked up the last of her scattered items, she had made a decision. When Sun Jae returned, she would tell him. She would find the courage to say what she had been holding back for so long.

“How about leaving tomorrow after sleeping here tonight?” She heard Sun Jae said on her back, her heart beats faster with excitement.

Finally! I knew it! She tucked her loose hair on her ear. “Okay. If you insist. I’ll spend the night here.” she replied sweetly and turn to face him.

To her horror, Sun Jae was talking on the phone. “Yah! What do you mean you’ll come here tomorrow after getting some sleep? Everyone’s here. Come at once” she heard the other person shouted on the phone.

Sun Jae’s eyes widened in surprise, then a slow, understanding smile spread across his face. He dropped the call and looked at her intently.

In that moment, everything clicked into place. Her reluctance to leave, the way she had clumsily dropped her bag, the hopeful look in her eyes— all signs pointed to the same thing he had been too cautious to acknowledge. Sol didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay, just as he wanted her to.

I’ll spend the night here. Sol’s voice ringing on his head. Sun Jae struggled to catch his friend’s words, then abandoned the effort and ended the call. Whatever. That could wait. His brain felt like mush, incapable of coherent thought.

I’ll spend the night here. Sun Jae fixed his expression. Okay, play it cool, Sun Jae-ah. Don’t make a fool of yourself.

“I- I think I misunderstood,” Sol stammered. She spun on her heel, a clear escape route in mind. “I’ll just get a taxi!”

Not a chance! With three long strides, he overtakes her. He slammed his hands on the wall of his foyer to trapped her and block her escape.

[ladyjang09]

Lovely Runner Fanfic | The Very First Night

Synopsis: Reimagining on what happens after the sofa scene. ‘Coz my smutty filled mind convinced me that they can’t get off their hands from each other. Im Sol is the first one to initiate “things”, ‘coz why not, she’s been suffering and longing for Sun Jae for 15 years. Expect a fluff on the first chapter then smut on the succeeding ones.

CHAPTER 2

Next thing she knew they were on his bed, and he was feasting on her breasts. Oh, God, yes. There.. Sol dreamed of this, imagined it so many times, but the reality was better. This Sun Jae was infinitely better.

He gently rolled her over and placed himself between her legs. She felt his legs rubbing against her inner thighs as he kissed her, his hard cock resting against her thigh.

It was such a strange feeling, to be exposed to him. And yet it was so natural that they would share themselves. She reached up and ran her hands along his cheeks to bury them in his hair as she saw the needful hunger in his eyes.

“I’m so glad you remembered me. I cannot believe you are here with me now,” she breathed.

Pain and ecstasy mixed in his brown eyes as he stared at her as if unable to believe he’d heard her. He looked as if he were dreaming and terrified of waking. “I’m sorry I forgot. I promise you I will not forget about you, about us, again,” he vowed.

Sun Jae brushed his hand against her cheek. His eyes held hers as mutual understanding and care passed between them. It was a priceless moment of sharing, and it went a long way in giving her hope for them. Hope that they will stay in this lifetime, being loved by each other until they were old and gray.

Then he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a passionate fiery kiss. He drove himself deep inside her body.

Sol tensed as pain overrode her pleasure.

He froze.

“I’m sorry,” Sun Jae whispered. “Does it hurt much?”

Sol swallowed and shook her head. The pain was already subsiding into a dull ache as her body stretched to accommodate the large size of him. It had just startled her.

Sun Jae braced himself on his arms to look down at her. Sol stared up at his eyes as she felt him deep and hard inside her body. He was so incredibly handsome.

“I am fine, Sun Jae-ah,” she said, offering him a timid smile. It was so very intimate, to look at him while they were joined this way.

With every breath he took, she could feel him throbbing inside her. Feel him rigid and hard all over and in her.

“Don’t move, Sol-ah, please,” he ordered. If she didn’t move, he could fight this. He could withdraw. He held himself rigidly still, even though it was killing him.

Probably.

He almost managed it. But she moved, rubbing those nipples against his chest. “Move, don’t stop,” she begged. She tilted her hips, forcing him an inch deeper, drawing him deeper as her muscles tightened around his cock. Sun Jae growled in response, and a look of pleasure crossed his face that it spurred her to bolder actions as she writhed beneath him.

His vision darkened. His head lifted from his body. And the need to claim her filled him until nothing else existed. He held his breath at the sight of her lying beneath him while she milked his body with hers. Sol should take as much pleasure from this night as he did. More so, in fact. And he loved watching her discover her sexual power and bliss as he did the same.

Never once had he dreamed making love could be like this. Never had he dared to hope of a night where he would be with a woman so unreservedly and know that she was with him by her own free will. She felt so good surrounding him. Surely there was no better pleasure than her warmth.

Sol ran her hands over his chest, up his arms and brushed them through his hair and forehead. “Move, Sun Jae-ah, I am ok,” she shyly smiled.

He lowered himself to her and gathered her into his arms. Then, slowly, very slowly, he began to gently rock himself between her thighs.

Sol sighed in pleasure at the feel of him so deep, hard and strong inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and listened to his breathing as he moved. Arching her back to draw him in even deeper, she kissed his shoulder blade and inhaled the scent of him. He quickened his thrust, sliding himself in and out of her, deeper and deeper. Her head spun from the sensations of his skin on hers, of his breath against her neck.

He quickened his pace. “Sun Jae-ah…” She breathed his name as she clung to him and met him stroke for stroke. Her please became a chant. “Yes, Sun Jae-ah. Yes, there. Round and round. God, it’s so good. Sun jae-ah! It’s so gooooood!” Her body felt out of control. She was hot and tingly. And just as she was sure she would die from the pleasure of him, her body erupted into an ecstasy so intense that she screamed from it.

Sun Jae ground his teeth at the sensation of her body gripping his while he kissed her deeply. Holding her tighter, he felt his own body release. With one forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and felt the waves of pleasure rippling through him as he gave her a part of him he’d never given another single soul.

He lay completely still, holding her for what seemed an eternity, and yet it seemed no time at all. As gently as he could, he withdrew. He gathered her up and carried her down into the bathtub across his bedroom. As the warm water swirled around them, she released a contented sigh and buried her face against her neck.

“Is it always like that?” she asked, her voice awed.

Sun Jae drew a ragged breath as he drifted down from heaven, back into his body. “I don’t know.”

Sol looked at him curiously. “Don’t know or you won’t tell me?”

He started to cover the slip with a lie, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. No, he wouldn’t lie to her. Not after she had suffered so much alone for the past 15 years.

Embarrassed, he looked away. “I’ve never been with a woman before tonight. It’s just doesn’t feel right.”

Sol stared at Sun Jae, a mix of disbelief and dawning realization flickering in her eyes. “You’re serious?” she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper. Sol’s mind reeled. Sun Jae, the man who graces covers and sent hearts aflutter on screen, the lead singer of the boyband, Eclipse, was claiming this was his first time? The countless headlines about him and his co- stars, the whispers of “on- again, off- again” relationships, all a carefully crafted illusion by his team perhaps?

If the rumors were fabricated, then the countless women she’d compared herself to, never truly existed. It meant this connection, this raw intimacy they shared, was unique, a testament to their undeniable bond, forged by four lifetimes, tied by a red string of fate.

Sol stared at Sun Jae, a mix of disbelief and dawning realization in her eyes. “You’re serious?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. You’ve never…you’ve never been with anyone?”

Sun Jae shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “Honestly? No,” he admitted, a blush creeping up his neck. “It’s always felt…incomplete. Like a missing piece of a puzzle.”

Sol’s heart ached for him. The years he’d spent searching, oblivious to the life they could have had together. The full depth of his loneliness slammed into her. Omo, he had never been intimate even on the most basic level with another person. It wasn’t unheard of for a man of his stature and prowess to remain untouched.

“I can’t believe you haven’t— those rumors…about you and all those actresses,” she blurted out.

“Are just rumors…it’s all a PR game, Sol- ah,” he confessed, his voice low. “You know how it works. Management creates these narratives to keep my image hot. The truth is, I never felt a connection like this before. Not with anyone. Just ask Park Dong- Seok or Baek In- hyuk. The truth is, I never felt a connection like this before. Not with anyone.”

A hesitant smile touched her lips. “So, she said, a playful glint returning to her eyes, “you’re telling me, the great Sun Jae, heartthrob of millions, is actually a romantic novice?”

Sun Jae chuckled, a nervous sound. “Maybe,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “My mind unconsciously remembered some lifetime ago, there was this drunken, jealous, giddy teenager who shouted from a rooftop of their house that a man should have conservative lips. And cannot let some random girls kiss you!” he teased with a wink.

“Yah!” Sol laughed, smacking Sun Jae’s chest. Oh, how he loved her laughed. Remembering that fateful day at the convenience store, when he fell in-love with her in this lifetime, she, laughing at him. It was like a cascade of tinkling bells, genuine and infectious. A joyous sound that made him look up to meet her sparkling eyes. He’d stammered out a joke, more to hide his awkwardness than anything, and to his surprise, it elicited another peal of laughter. From that moment, a spark ignited within him.

Sun Jae reached out, his fingers brushing against a strand of Sol’s hair. A lifetime, they’d been together, through countless lifetimes. Yet, every time her laughter filled the air, it felt like falling in love all over again.

Sun Jae’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “I’ve always been waiting for the right person. I didn’t know it then, but deep down, it was always you, Sol- ah.”

Sol’s smile faded slightly as the weight of his words settled over her. The years of loneliness, of longing for the love she lost, of looking at him as he reached his dreams without her, all vanished with his heartfelt confession.

“I can’t believe how much time we’ve lost,” she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness.

Sun Jae reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “We haven’t lost anything, Sol- ah. We’re here now. We have this moment, and every moment after.”

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth of his hand. “I was willing to sacrificed myself, for you to be safe. But, I…it was so hard to forget you,” she cried.

“Shhh…all is well now,” he said softly. “Fate gave as a chance. And now, we can make the most of it.”

Sol opened her eyes and met his gaze, a mixture of hope and determination burning within her. “Then, let’s not waste any more time.”

Sun Jae smiled, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. “Agreed.”

The spent the rest of the night talking, sharing stories and memories, filling in the gaps of the years they had spent spart, in all lifetimes. As dawn began to break, they lay side by side, hands entwined, feeling a sense of peace neither had known before.

Their journey was just beginning, a new chapter in a story that had spanned lifetimes. And as the sun rose, casting its golden light over them, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their bond was unbreakable.

They had found each other again, and this time, they were determined to hold on, never letting go.

[ladyjang09]

Lovely Runner Fanfic | The Very First Night

Synopsis: Reimagining on what happens after the sofa scene. ‘Coz my smutty filled mind convinced me that they can’t get off their hands from each other. Im Sol is the first one to initiate “things”, ‘coz why not, she’s been suffering and longing for Sun Jae for 15 years. Expect a fluff on the first chapter then smut on the succeeding ones.

CHAPTER 1

Sun Jae and Sol lay intertwined on Sun Jae's luxurious leather sofa, the muted light of the setting sun casting a warm, golden glow over their faces. The apartment, a penthouse suite with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city, held an air of opulence and sophistication. Their breaths synchronized as they reminisced about the many lifetimes they had shared, both together and apart.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Sol's voice broke the comfortable silence. "How many times we've met and parted, only to find each other again."

Sun Jae chuckled softly, his fingers absently tracing patterns the necklace that’s now lay on Sol's graceful neck, now on its rightful owner. "Fate has a strange way of bringing us together, no matter the circumstances."

Their memories flowed like a seamless river, transcending time and space. There were lifetimes where they were lovers, others where they were merely friends, and some where they were strangers who crossed paths briefly. Each memory was vivid, etched into their souls like an intricate tapestry.

Sol's phone buzzed, disrupting their reverie. She glanced at the screen and sighed. "It's my mother. I should probably let her know I won't be coming home tonight."

Sun Jae watched as Sol typed a quick message, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the screen. Despite his wealth and fame, moments like this grounded him, reminding him of the simpler, more meaningful aspects of life. Yet, he felt a pang of anxiety in his chest. What now? What did he do with Sol in his apartment? He had longed for this moment for so long, yet now that it was here, he felt a strange, paralyzing fear.

He thought back to all the silly, embarrassing things he had done just to be with Sol, not having the courage to talk to her in person. Patiently waiting for her on their gate, silently following her to go to school, her, not aware of his presence. And acting cold when she showered her with her unexpected attention.

Still, the nagging feeling of not knowing how to act in her presence gnawed at him. He didn't want to make any more embarrassing mistakes, not now that they were finally here together. Desperate for advice, he discreetly pulled out his phone and texted his bandmate and best friend, Baek In-hyuk.

Yah, what do you do to impress a woman you like? he typed hurriedly.

In-hyuk's response was almost immediate: Finally getting over your Sol-itude, huh? I told you, don’t be a lovesick puppy on Producer Im, you’re just embarrassing yourself. How many times that she declined you, man!

Sun Jae winced at the irony. If only In-hyuk knew. He glanced at Sol, who was now scrolling through her own phone, blissfully unaware of his internal turmoil.

Yeah, something like that. Any tips? Sun Jae texted back, hoping his friend wouldn't pry too much.

Be yourself. Make her laugh. Show her you care in small ways. And whatever you do, don't try too hard. Women can sense desperation a mile away, In-hyuk replied.

 Sun Jae stared at the text, frustration gnawing at him. Be himself? Make her laugh? Don’t try too hard? He already did those things— embarrassing himself in the convenience store, following her around just to get her approval on him being part of her movie, riding the Ferris wheel with her, invading her space, taking her to his apartment when she got sick, hiding her shoes the day after just to have a breakfast together, driving in the middle of the night to her neighborhood just to give her, her medicine, an excuse just to see her beautiful face and just bask on her presence.

Sun Jae sighed, his friend's advice both comforting and unsettling. He slowly went to Sol and hug her from behind, his head automatically sniffing her citrusy scent. He fought the primal urge to bite down on the delicate skin exposed at the nape of her neck. It was a place he’d dreamt of exploring, a secret haven he yearned to uncover since the day he got a flashback on their intimate kiss on the foyer of her apartment.

He loosened his hold slightly, his voice a husky whisper against her ear, “You smelled like a rain shower and a sunshine at the same time.”

Sol giggled, a soft, melodic sound that sent shivers down his spine.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Sun Jae made a silent vow to confront his insecurities. He has lot of practice in his numerous movies. Surely, he would apply a thing or two. This is their first night as a couple, he only wanted to feel her embrace and kiss her senseless. Nothing more. Knowing she isn’t ready for the next step of their relationship.

He nearly got a heart attack when Sol moved her head and kissed his open palm. The gentle gesture shook him. His heart pounding, he watched as she kissed her way up his arm to his lips.

Sun Jae froze, caught between surprise and a surge of unfamiliar desire. He felt a blush creep up his neck as he hesitantly met her kiss, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

The unexpected intimacy left Sun Jae breathless. His carefully constructed plans for the night, filled with practices charm and gentle flirtation, were thrown out the window. In their place, a delicious confusion bloomed in his chest.

He wasn’t complaining. Far from it. As her soft lips grazed his palm, a warmth spread through him, chasing away the lingering chill of his self- control. He watched, mesmerizing, as she ascended his arm, leaving a trail of tingling kisses in her wake. By the time her lips met his, a million questions danced on the tip of his tongue, but all he could manage was soft, surprised sound.

Im Sol stopped on her ministrations. She hastily got up from the sofa, blushing and stuttering on her embarrassment. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know what comes over me to do that.”

What had I just done? Panic clawed at her throat. We’d just confessed our feelings for each other, and here I was throwing myself at him like a lovesick teenager.

“Sol”, Sun Jae said, his voice low and careful, breaking the silence that stretched between them. His eyes were dark, searching for hers, and she saw a flicker of understanding there. A flicker that made the heat in her cheeks travel down to her center.

“I—I’m sorry,” she fumbled for words, tripping over her tangled emotions. Im Sol desperately wishing the sofa would swallow her whole. “I just…got carried away,’ she stammered.

Sun Jae reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair away from Sol’s face. “Don’t be sorry, love,” Sun Jae whispered. “I want this…love this more than you do.”

[ladyjang09]

Lovely Runner fanfic

Summary: Sun Jae been trying his best to be as pure as oxygen, to treat Im Sol with utmost respect, but with an unexpected request from her, he might as well unleash the beast inside him.

NOTE: Heavy smut ahead!

CHAPTER 2

               Sun Jae was fighting to hold on, but she pushed and pushed him closer to the edge with her innocent eagerness. Giving.

               From behind. Hell. Never in his wildest imagination that her innocent Im Sol will request something as wantonly as that. He daydreamed every possible ways she can take her—but its only on his imagination, never voicing his thoughts as she might frightened Im Sol with his uncontrollable libido. But she surprised him again and again.

               His best friend Baek In-hyuk reminds him time and again to always control his emotions and urges around Sol, as he tends to do everything in excess. He tried his best to control everything in moderation even though it takes a lot of effort to do so if Im Sol was concerned.

               From the first wicked request to take her from behind, to the heat of her erotic gaze on his cock, to the blessed pleasure of her milking him in her sweet little hand, Sun Jae struggled for control. Struggled to stop himself from tossing her down to the bed and giving her exactly what she asked for—every bit as rough and gritty as he liked it.

               But when she slid her nightgown over her head, revealing every creamy inch of her naked skin, he lost it. Any pretense of control fell away, landing on the floor beside her gown. Stunning. Seductive. More beautiful than any woman should be. A nymph with her long dark hair tumbling around her shoulders in glorious waves as she knelt before him, her breasts full and lush, tipped with the most succulent nipples.

               “Then, take me.”

               If she’d intended to drive him mad with lust, she had succeeded. God’s wounds, he would take her. From behind, from on top, from under, from the side— any way and every way he could have her. Now.

               Circling her waist with his hands, he effortlessly lifted her lithe body off the bed and brought her hard against his chest, jolting at the sharp sizzle of awareness as skin met skin and their bodies locked together. He buried his face in her hair, starved for the taste of her. His mouth and tongue devoured the honey- sweet skin of her neck, as his hands slid down her back to cup the round curve of her bottom.

               Sun Jae groaned as the familiar sensations washed over him. He would know her everywhere. Their bodies slid together as if made for each other. Her hips circled insistently against him, rubbing her against his already rock- hard staff. Heat pounded through him. It felt so good. So right. He loved the way she moved against him— shimmying, rubbing, melting in a dark, seductive dance. Her eager response was too much.

               He turned her around against his chest, cupping a lush, round breast with one hand as the other skimmed over her stomach and dipped between her legs.

               She trembled and made a little whimper of pleasure as his finger found the silky dampness of her arousal. So deliciously wet. His finger slid inside her, stroking her, stretching her. Her breath quickened, became uneven, then turned to a soft cry. He knew she was close.

               “Tell me you want this,” he warned against her hair. Part of him wanted her to refuse, wanted to scare her away. Because this is not the way a man should treat his woman.

               But she met him full force. Answering him with her body. She arched against him, her breast pushing deeper into his hand and her bottom pressing insistently against his turgid cock. God, he was going to explode.

               No holding back. For either of them. Not anymore.

               “Bend over,” he ordered, trying to control the lust surging through him. “Put your hands on the bed.”

               Sol did as he asked without hesitation, lifting her sweet, round bottom to the perfect angle. He smoothed his hand over the flawless, creamy skin, savoring the moment of raw sensuality. So soft. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Not with her. The woman he love for 4 lifetimes, the woman he’d taken one look at and wanted but thought never to have.

               He slid his erection between her legs, teasing her with his length, sliding back and forth along her crease until he was wet with her. Then, gripping her hips with his hands, he positioned the sentisitve head and pushed inside. Sun Jae’s mind went blank. He had to close his eyes as the intensity gripped him in a fierce hold. He sank in slowly, dragging out every incredible moment, every sensation of mind- blowing pleasure.

               So warm. So tight. So damn good, her Im Sol.

               When he couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust all the way. She cried out in startled pleasure. “Do you like that, Sol-ah?” he asked, grinding against her. “Is this what you wanted?”

               He thrust again, bringing her hips back against him to sink in even deeper— as deep as he could go.

               “Yes…,” she moaned, tipping her hips back against him. “Please, I want everything, Sun Jae-ah.”

               Beneath the haze of lust, her words resonated with something deeper. He felt it in his chest, tight and coiled.

               He let go. Unleashing his passion from its fettered restraints, giving her everything he had. Letting her see exactly how much he wanted in all its primitive fierceness.

               Im Sol braced herself against the bed as Sun Jae slammed into her again and again, his hard grunts mixing with her soft cries n a cacophony of lust and pleasure.

               Sensation fired through his body, gathering at the back of his spine in a hot, tingly mass. Every muscle strained toward finding his release.

               His jaw clenched as he concentrated on the sensations, on the wickedness of what they were doing. His eyes feasted on the sensual display spread out before him. Her dark hair spilling over the pale skin of her slim back. The shine of her dampness on him as he slid in and out. Her bottom lifting to meet each stroke.

               He watched the way her full, heavy breasts move with each thrust, the pale pink tips hard as two pearls. God, was there anything more erotic? He quickened his rhythm. He heard her sharp intake of breath and then the soft cries of her release as she shuddered and clenched around him. He was out of control, more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. He felt ready to explode, his body straining with the pleasure of the passion she’d stoked inside him. But he needed more. He needed to look into her eyes.

               He pulled out of her. Ignoring the shock of cold air on his wet cock, he flipped her over and leaned her back until her bottom rested on the edge of the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, lifting them to wrap around his waist. Gripping her bottom, he thrust hard inside her, groaning with the relief of being back in the grip of that tight, wet heat.

               Sol had to put her hands around his neck to steady herself from the force of his hard, fast pounding. Their faces were only inches apart. In their proximity, Sun Jae can see everything, every nuanced change of her pupils, every flush, every part of her lips as her breath hitched.

               When she looked at him, he couldn’t breathe. His chest was too tight, too full of…something. Color rose on her cheeks, and her gaze grew heavy as her lids fought to close.

               Blood pounded inside him. He could feel pressure gather at the base of his spine, coiling, building with each gasp from her sweet- parted lips. His balls tightened, the pressure hot and powerful with the climax roaring inside him.

               But he held it back, reached down between them, and found her sensitive spot with his finger as he held himself deep inside her. As deep as he could go. His ass clenched.

               “Look at me, Sol-ah,” he demanded fiercely. Sol opened her eyes.

               Their eyes locked and the world stopped. For one long heartbeat all he could see was her. He felt suspended, as if he’d come out of himself and been lifted to the highest peak of happiness. Then he flew over the edge, and the world exploded in a burst of sensation and light.

               They shattered together, their bodies shuddering in a flush of rolling waves. He held her close, feeling the frantic race of her heart beating against his, burying his face in the warm silk of her hair, inhaling her soft, feminine scent.

               He stayed like that long after it was over, not wanting to break the connection. Only when his breathing had calmed down and his leg started to shake did he pull away. The warm laces where they’d been joined chilled with the sudden blast of cold night air.

               Sol made a gasp of protest and reached for him. Instinctively. With trust that humbled him. Sun Jae gently pulled her closer, nestling her into the warmth of his chest. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch now tender and soothing. The intensity of their shared moment lingered in the air, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy.

Im Sol looked up at him, her eyes a mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sun Jae smiled, the fierce edge in his eyes replaced by a look of profound affection. "Better than okay," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Are you?"

She nodded, a shy smile curving her lips. "I’ve never felt anything like that before."

He held her tighter, feeling a swell of pride and love. "You were amazing," he said, his voice full of warmth. "You always are."

               They lay there in a comfortable silence, their breathing gradually synchronizing. Sun Jae ran his fingers lightly up and down her back, soothing her into a relaxed state. The room was filled with a serene quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of their contented sighs.

After a while, Im Sol spoke again, her voice thoughtful. "I’ve always been scared to ask for what I wanted. Afraid it would change things between us."

Sun Jae lifted her chin, looking deep into her eyes. "Sol-ah, you don’t ever have to be afraid with me. I want to give you everything you desire. To be everything you need."

Tears glistened in her eyes, not of sadness, but of overwhelming emotion. She reached up and cupped his face, her touch tender. "You already are, Sun Jae. You’ve always been."

He kissed her again, this time slow and sweet, pouring all his love and devotion into the caress of their lips. As they pulled apart, he smiled, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "So, from behind, huh?"

She blushed but giggled, a sound that warmed his heart. "Maybe next time we can try something else new," she teased, feeling bolder.

Sun Jae chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "I’m looking forward to it," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "But for now, let’s just stay like this. Just you and me."

They settled back into each other’s arms, the night enveloping them in its quiet embrace. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They had each other, and that was more than enough. Together, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

[ladyjang09]

Lovely Runner fanfic

Preview: Sun Jae's been trying his best to be as pure as oxygen, to treat Im Sol with utmost respect, but with an unexpected request from her, he might as well unleash the beast inside him.

NOTE: You have been warned. Heavy smut ahead!

CHAPTER 1

The bedroom was softly lit, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Sol stood by the window, her delicate nightgown brushing against her thighs as she looked out into the night. Her heart raced as she heard Sun Jae’s footsteps approaching.

He entered quietly, pausing when he saw her. She turned to face him, her expression a mix of determination and nervousness. “I wondered if we might…”

Sun Jae waited. His heart pounding fiercely. He could tell she didn’t know how to say what she wanted.

“What is it Sol-ah?”, he said huskily, unable to stop himself from caressing the velvety curve of her cheeks. A fissure of sensation rattled through him, as it always did when he touched her. “Say what it is you want.”

“I wondered if we might try something new…”

Sun Jae froze. But the blood, the blood rushed and pounded inside him like an inferno. The chains of civility had never been pulled so tight. Every animal instinct in him rose like those of a lion ready to break out of a cage. His “pure as oxygen” thoughts and self- control vanished into thin air.

She couldn’t be asking…

But she was. Her eyes locked on his. “From behind.”

Im Sol blushed furiously, wondering whether she’d made a mistake. For one agonizing moment he didn’t move, didn’t say a word. Every muscle in his body seemed pulled as tight as a bowstring. The room echoed with a painful silence.

She couldn’t look at him, humiliated by her own boldness. What had she been thinking? What must he think of her wanton request? This had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. None compared to the humiliating video greetings, her 19-year-old self, made, when she greets Tae Song on his birthday.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, stepping away from him. “Forget what I just said.”

The low sound he made in his throat sent shivers up her spine. It was the sound he made right before…

He seemed to snap. “Like hell,” he said, catching her wrist and pulling her roughly against his chest.

She gasped, the instant bodily connection making every one of her nerve endings crackles with instant awareness. She stared up into his face, finding his expression fiercer than she’d ever seen it before. The tic below his jaw pulsed hard and fast.

Gone was the sweet smile she thoroughly loved, and the soft gazed that only reserved for her. Unconsciously, she tried to pull away, a little frightened by what she might have unknowingly unleashed.

But he wouldn’t let her go. His searing gaze caught her in its fiery gaze trap. “How could I pretend I didn’t hear anything that you said. Not with a request like that.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her few steps to the bed.

Sol’s heart raced with a nervous thrill. She could feel the tension raging inside him, his desire for her radiating on a level she’d never felt before. He seemed like a man pushed to the edge, hanging only by the last thread of his control. It was wild, dangerous, and exciting-- very exciting.

He set her down on the bed with a surprising gentleness, given the harshness of his movements as he started to strip off his clothes. He hastily unbuttons his shirt, jeans, and then his boxers. Heavens, he was glorious! Every bit as spectacular as his recent magazine cover. A fortress of masculine beauty and strength. Every inch of flesh honed to firm, hard muscle. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his arms thick and defined. His stomach rippled with band upon band of sharply molded steel. How was it that he seemed even bigger and broader without his clothes on?

She didn’t know where she wanted to put her hands first.

But it was the sight of his prominent erection that sent warm tingles of awareness prickling between her legs. The bold evidence of his desire thrilled her. Thick and long, the round head plump and swollen. So brutally- undeniably- masculine. It rose against his stomach, growing under her wanton perusal. The thin skin pulled so tight it seemed to shine like marble.

Now she knew exactly where she wanted her hands.

“Careful, love,” he warned darkly, as she reached for his raging cock, his voice dangerous and seductive at the same time. “Look at me like that and you might get more than you can handle.”

A flush of pleasure surged through for her, realizing her admiration excited him. “Can I touch you?” she blurted, asking what she���d never dared before.

His stomach muscles clenched. Fisting his hands at his side, he nodded. “Yes,” he replied hoarsely.

She rolled on her knees so that she was kneeling before him. Tentatively, she reached out and brushed her fingertips down the hard ridges of his stomach.

Sun Jae hissed, the muscles jumping at the feather- soft touch. She bit her lip to stop the smile, marveling at the ability to invoke such reaction with a simple touch.

Ever so gently Sol ran her fingers along the long length of his manhood. Her lips parted in surprise. The skin was so soft, like velvet. But underneath, the rigid column was as steely as the rest of him.

Im Sol was not as innocent as Sun Jae might think. She and Hyun- joo watched porn way back in college out of curiosity. With newfound confidence, she explored him with her fingers and then, growing bolder, with her hands, circling him, though unable to close around him completely.

He groaned at every touch, seemingly in agony.

She let go, gazing up at him hesitantly. “Am I doing something wrong?”

He shook his head vigorously. She could see the muscles in his neck and shoulders bunch and strain. “God, no, love,” he said tightly. “Keep doing what you’re doing.” He put his hands over hers and showed her how to hold him. He looked into her eyes, letting her see the depth of his desire. “Ah…that’s it, baby, stroke me.”

Holding his gaze, she did. Something passed between them. Something that went beyond the erotic sensuality of the moment, heightening every touch, every movement.

She watched the pleasure roll over his features as she gripped him tight in her hand and pumped. Slow at first, then faster as the passion built on his handsome face.

A strange sense of power surged through her, knowing that she had the ability to do this to him alone. To take him to such amazing heights.

He was hot and throbbing under her palm. She could feel the blood pound and pound, until she felt a powerful pulse. Sun jae tore her hand away with a growl. A pearly drop emerged from the tip. Sol felt the most peculiar urge to bend down and lick it. To taste him fully.

“No more. I need to be inside you.”

His voice was tight and urgent. She’d never seen him like this. Before his passion had been fierce and hot, but always controlled. But now she sensed the control slipping, sensed him warring with something inside him. He was so close to letting go.

Setting aside her modesty, Im Sol slowly lifted her night gown over her head and tossed it to the side. Resisting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she knelt before him naked and ready. “Then take me.”