you want boys to feel good and not sad when they clearly read all this unpleasant messages, yet the first thing you do is type some stuff about their fav artist from whom they get inspiration. i donât know how stupid and selfish people have to be to post all this nonsense.
seriously, get a life bro. go to school, study at uni, get a JOB.
cw: đ± eating, kissing, pet names, little overstim (you can tell iâm fan of it lol), lowkey reader having a praise kink, fluff in the end
a/n: can this man teleport in my bed like rn
"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 canât look at him because everything that heâs doing right now is so sinful, so dirty. you picture in your head how this looks â you sprawled out in your bed, fully naked, while heâs 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 â 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. heâs 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.
"ryulâŠ"
heâs 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."
"okayâŠ"
you breathe out, and in the next second heâs 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.
"babyâŠ"
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 donât 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 youâre 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.
"câmon, baby. give it to me."
he basically begs you to come. and you simply canât resist.
not when he looks at you like that â 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 doesnât 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-itâs too much."
you canât talk, because the only sounds that can come out of you are only whispers.
"i know baby, justâfuckâi 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 canât 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.
"someoneâs 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, iâm 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. "everythingâs 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. ïżŒ
you feel soft material on your thighs and core while heâs 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. iâm so proud of you."
you donât 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.
cw: đ± eating, kissing, pet names, little overstim (you can tell iâm fan of it lol), lowkey reader having a praise kink, fluff in the end
a/n: can this man teleport in my bed like rn
"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 canât look at him because everything that heâs doing right now is so sinful, so dirty. you picture in your head how this looks â you sprawled out in your bed, fully naked, while heâs 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 â 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. heâs 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.
"ryulâŠ"
heâs 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."
"okayâŠ"
you breathe out, and in the next second heâs 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.
"babyâŠ"
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 donât 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 youâre 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.
"câmon, baby. give it to me."
he basically begs you to come. and you simply canât resist.
not when he looks at you like that â 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 doesnât 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-itâs too much."
you canât talk, because the only sounds that can come out of you are only whispers.
"i know baby, justâfuckâi 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 canât 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.
"someoneâs 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, iâm 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. "everythingâs 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. ïżŒ
you feel soft material on your thighs and core while heâs 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. iâm so proud of you."
you donât 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.
cw: đ± eating, kissing, pet names, little overstim (you can tell iâm fan of it lol), lowkey reader having a praise kink, fluff in the end
a/n: can this man teleport in my bed like rn
"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 canât look at him because everything that heâs doing right now is so sinful, so dirty. you picture in your head how this looks â you sprawled out in your bed, fully naked, while heâs 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 â 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. heâs 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.
"ryulâŠ"
heâs 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."
"okayâŠ"
you breathe out, and in the next second heâs 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.
"babyâŠ"
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 donât 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 youâre 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.
"câmon, baby. give it to me."
he basically begs you to come. and you simply canât resist.
not when he looks at you like that â 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 doesnât 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-itâs too much."
you canât talk, because the only sounds that can come out of you are only whispers.
"i know baby, justâfuckâi 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 canât 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.
"someoneâs 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, iâm 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. "everythingâs 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. ïżŒ
you feel soft material on your thighs and core while heâs 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. iâm so proud of you."
you donât 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.
cw: idol!ryul x nonidol!reader, body insecurities, fluff, kissing, crying, smut (oral f! receiving, overstimulation), pet names, comforting, just cute and hot shit, smut under the cut!!!
a/n: i want this man đ (divider by @/ghostgum)
you let these thoughts run through your mind pretty often once ryul debuted and got popular
people start talking about you the moment they figure out that he isnât single
and oh, were you not compared to other girls who âfitâ better with him than you?
you stared at the mirror every chance you got, just to look at yourself for god knows how long
you started wearing more oversized clothes just to cover your body a little more
ryul knew something was off when you started cancelling your dates.
of course, he thought it might be because of his busy schedule, but when it became too frequent, he pointed it out
you ignored that as long as you could
you donât expect anyone to be knocking on your door that late
when you open it, a familiar face met yours
before you could say anything, he was already in your apartment
"whatâs happening, love?" it only took those three words to make your eyes watery
you are pulled into a warm embrace, his hand coming to the back of your head, stroking your hair
you donât know how long you stood there, but somehow you managed to get to the coach
"you know you can always tell me when somethingâs wrong, right?"
and it makes you spill every unspoken word that has been in a pretty head of yours for all these tiring weeks
he doesnât pause you when you reveal your soul to him, saying every insecurity and doubt to him
the way he looks at you with his big, soft brown eyes filled with love you cry even more
"itâs okay baby." he murmurs as you press your face to the crook of his neck
when your eyelids close and you feel physically weak, he makes you look at him
he says the most sacred things to you â how he loves you, how he would never ever doubt that youâre not "fitting" him, or whatever those people said
you are in your bedroom, sitting on the bed with you on his laps and facing the mirror
he would take your clothes off, piece by piece, for you to look at yourself with the desire with which he looks at you every time
you want to cover your face with your hands, but he pulls them away
"look at you, sweetheart." while his hands travel around your body
you feel your cheeks burning hot as you take your eyes off the mirror
"nuh-uh, you gotta watch this, baby." his voice is so low so that your belly does the thing (iykyk)
when he touches your hips, he spreads them wide
you see your core being so wet, so sticky
he trails his fingers over your upper thigh and stops right next to your pussy
when he runs his middle and ring finger over your slit, you shudder
his fingertips circle over your clit, and you moan, looking at your reflection
he inserts his fingers into your pussy, feeling that warmth
he would whisper that youâre doing so good for him, looking so hot and pretty
he would WORSHIP every inch of your body once you come from his fingers
overstimulation? oh yes. this man would make you come so many times just from his mouth so you know that youâre being loved so much
when he enters, you feel dizzy. youâre head spinning around
you feel so full that you start crying from this amazing feeling
"shh, baby, donât cry. doing such a good job for me." he praises you
your nails dig into his broad shoulders, and you pull him to your lips
he kisses you with so much hunger and affection at the same time
when you both come, you would be lying like that, with him on top of you murmuring sweet words
"i love you, baby. i love you so much, angel." kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose
even tho youâre tired, you still smile. your eyes are shining again like they used to when everything was okay
he would clean you and kiss you all over again just to scratch those thoughts out of your mind
cw: idol!ryul x nonidol!reader, body insecurities, fluff, kissing, crying, smut (oral f! receiving, overstimulation), pet names, comforting, just cute and hot shit, smut under the cut!!!
a/n: i want this man đ (divider by @/ghostgum)
you let these thoughts run through your mind pretty often once ryul debuted and got popular
people start talking about you the moment they figure out that he isnât single
and oh, were you not compared to other girls who âfitâ better with him than you?
you stared at the mirror every chance you got, just to look at yourself for god knows how long
you started wearing more oversized clothes just to cover your body a little more
ryul knew something was off when you started cancelling your dates.
of course, he thought it might be because of his busy schedule, but when it became too frequent, he pointed it out
you ignored that as long as you could
you donât expect anyone to be knocking on your door that late
when you open it, a familiar face met yours
before you could say anything, he was already in your apartment
"whatâs happening, love?" it only took those three words to make your eyes watery
you are pulled into a warm embrace, his hand coming to the back of your head, stroking your hair
you donât know how long you stood there, but somehow you managed to get to the coach
"you know you can always tell me when somethingâs wrong, right?"
and it makes you spill every unspoken word that has been in a pretty head of yours for all these tiring weeks
he doesnât pause you when you reveal your soul to him, saying every insecurity and doubt to him
the way he looks at you with his big, soft brown eyes filled with love you cry even more
"itâs okay baby." he murmurs as you press your face to the crook of his neck
when your eyelids close and you feel physically weak, he makes you look at him
he says the most sacred things to you â how he loves you, how he would never ever doubt that youâre not "fitting" him, or whatever those people said
you are in your bedroom, sitting on the bed with you on his laps and facing the mirror
he would take your clothes off, piece by piece, for you to look at yourself with the desire with which he looks at you every time
you want to cover your face with your hands, but he pulls them away
"look at you, sweetheart." while his hands travel around your body
you feel your cheeks burning hot as you take your eyes off the mirror
"nuh-uh, you gotta watch this, baby." his voice is so low so that your belly does the thing (iykyk)
when he touches your hips, he spreads them wide
you see your core being so wet, so sticky
he trails his fingers over your upper thigh and stops right next to your pussy
when he runs his middle and ring finger over your slit, you shudder
his fingertips circle over your clit, and you moan, looking at your reflection
he inserts his fingers into your pussy, feeling that warmth
he would whisper that youâre doing so good for him, looking so hot and pretty
he would WORSHIP every inch of your body once you come from his fingers
overstimulation? oh yes. this man would make you come so many times just from his mouth so you know that youâre being loved so much
when he enters, you feel dizzy. youâre head spinning around
you feel so full that you start crying from this amazing feeling
"shh, baby, donât cry. doing such a good job for me." he praises you
your nails dig into his broad shoulders, and you pull him to your lips
he kisses you with so much hunger and affection at the same time
when you both come, you would be lying like that, with him on top of you murmuring sweet words
"i love you, baby. i love you so much, angel." kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose
even tho youâre tired, you still smile. your eyes are shining again like they used to when everything was okay
he would clean you and kiss you all over again just to scratch those thoughts out of your mind
cw: idol!ryul x nonidol!reader, body insecurities, fluff, kissing, crying, smut (oral f! receiving, overstimulation), pet names, comforting, just cute and hot shit, smut under the cut!!!
a/n: i want this man đ (divider by @/ghostgum)
you let these thoughts run through your mind pretty often once ryul debuted and got popular
people start talking about you the moment they figure out that he isnât single
and oh, were you not compared to other girls who âfitâ better with him than you?
you stared at the mirror every chance you got, just to look at yourself for god knows how long
you started wearing more oversized clothes just to cover your body a little more
ryul knew something was off when you started cancelling your dates.
of course, he thought it might be because of his busy schedule, but when it became too frequent, he pointed it out
you ignored that as long as you could
you donât expect anyone to be knocking on your door that late
when you open it, a familiar face met yours
before you could say anything, he was already in your apartment
"whatâs happening, love?" it only took those three words to make your eyes watery
you are pulled into a warm embrace, his hand coming to the back of your head, stroking your hair
you donât know how long you stood there, but somehow you managed to get to the coach
"you know you can always tell me when somethingâs wrong, right?"
and it makes you spill every unspoken word that has been in a pretty head of yours for all these tiring weeks
he doesnât pause you when you reveal your soul to him, saying every insecurity and doubt to him
the way he looks at you with his big, soft brown eyes filled with love you cry even more
"itâs okay baby." he murmurs as you press your face to the crook of his neck
when your eyelids close and you feel physically weak, he makes you look at him
he says the most sacred things to you â how he loves you, how he would never ever doubt that youâre not "fitting" him, or whatever those people said
you are in your bedroom, sitting on the bed with you on his laps and facing the mirror
he would take your clothes off, piece by piece, for you to look at yourself with the desire with which he looks at you every time
you want to cover your face with your hands, but he pulls them away
"look at you, sweetheart." while his hands travel around your body
you feel your cheeks burning hot as you take your eyes off the mirror
"nuh-uh, you gotta watch this, baby." his voice is so low so that your belly does the thing (iykyk)
when he touches your hips, he spreads them wide
you see your core being so wet, so sticky
he trails his fingers over your upper thigh and stops right next to your pussy
when he runs his middle and ring finger over your slit, you shudder
his fingertips circle over your clit, and you moan, looking at your reflection
he inserts his fingers into your pussy, feeling that warmth
he would whisper that youâre doing so good for him, looking so hot and pretty
he would WORSHIP every inch of your body once you come from his fingers
overstimulation? oh yes. this man would make you come so many times just from his mouth so you know that youâre being loved so much
when he enters, you feel dizzy. youâre head spinning around
you feel so full that you start crying from this amazing feeling
"shh, baby, donât cry. doing such a good job for me." he praises you
your nails dig into his broad shoulders, and you pull him to your lips
he kisses you with so much hunger and affection at the same time
when you both come, you would be lying like that, with him on top of you murmuring sweet words
"i love you, baby. i love you so much, angel." kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose
even tho youâre tired, you still smile. your eyes are shining again like they used to when everything was okay
he would clean you and kiss you all over again just to scratch those thoughts out of your mind
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