tags; not proof-read, headcanons, nsfw, reader is a cutie patootie, reader is quiet during sex, lotus position, masturbation (m), reader is described to have doe eyes,
Ryul who practically feels a wave of cuteness aggression at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders, forming tiny crescent moon shapes. All while he pounds into you, juices coating his cock and leaking onto the bed sheets that laid underneath you.
Ryul who has multiple favourite positions, including the lotus position. The sight of you sitting in his lap, completely limp as he either fingers you or smoothly slides you up and down his cock always gives him the most flustered grins whenever he looks back on those thoughts.
Ryul who's obsessed with your doe eyes looking up at him that he can't help but jerk off to them. Any photos where you're looking up at the camera with a confused look or a photo with your gaze somewhere in the far distance, spaced out. He just can't help it that you're so cute!
Ryul who finds it adorable whenever you straddle him, grinding down against his jeans to ease the ache between your legs a bit. Your breaths all huffed and hushed, hair slightly messy and most of the time in comfortable pyjamas.
Ryul who's favourite outfit isn't a formal dress or sexy lingerie but a simple off-the-shoulder worn out shirt and black shorts, bonus points if your hair is put up in a messy hairstyle. You just look so raw and so his in this specific look. Face flustered as he gropes your ass through the shorts.
Ryul, whose favourite feature about you during sex is how quiet you are. At first, he was worried you weren't enjoying it, so he stopped, but instead of being greeted with a thank you, he instead received a small whine. Turns out you're just quiet. He remembers the first time he made you cum, the sound he got in return was a sneeze.
Ryul who finds you fucking adorable yet adorably fuckable.
a / n : mm mm mmmmmm idek good gawd he just looks so big in that picture i cant take this no mooooooorrrreeeeeee (꩜///꩜).
dirty!ryul who loves hearing you scream but doesnt wanna be rough with you so he goes the slow pound straight to your cervix route instead.
dirty!ryul who stares straight at you watching you fall apart with a deadpan expression and has no idea how intimidating it is.
dirty!ryul who wants a unconventional form of pay every time you talk to a guy longer than need be.
dirty!ryul who just gently caresses your neck to afraid to choke you.
dirty!ryul whos favorite hobby is making your legs shake.
dirty!ryul who hates seeing you cry but loves knowing hes making you feel that good.
dirty!ryul who wants it extra gross, sweaty, slobbery and nasty sometimes so no matter how hard you protest for him to shower first something else is harder so he wants you the second he comes back from practice.
dirty!ryul who plays with and occasionally braids or ties up your hair instead of pulling it.
dirty!ryul who refuses to go hard if hes going fast and wont go fast if hes going hard.
dirty!ryul who grinds against you and riles himself up in public on purpose a few hours before your going home so that you know whats cumming coming.
dirty!ryul who wants to hear you loud and clear no matter whos around and hates when you try to be quiet.
dirty!ryul who loves when you grab at him and scratch him up ( and comes closer for you when you do ).
dirty!ryul who loves watching you twitch while you finish.
dirty!ryul who never feels like getting up in the middle of the night so he eats you instead.
dirty!ryul who unintentionally shoves it deeper leaning down to check on you thinking he may have hurt you by accident.
summary; ryul is very good at giving the silent treatment, but he’s much worse at receiving it. you’re only returning the favor but 3 hours later, he’s sulking over a beat and pettiness turns him into a little koala
warnings; ignoring (silent treatment) sulking, slight jealousy, still fluff, a kiss
wc; 2,3k - requested
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you know something is wrong the moment ryul doesn’t talk..
normally he’s literally everywhere at once; commenting on whatever you’re doing, poking your cheek, stealing your drink, complaining dramatically about things that aren’t even close to actual issues
but earlier that afternoon he’d gotten annoyed over something stupid,
tbh you weren’t even sure what triggered him..
all you know is that he muttered a short “whatever,” and gone completely silent afterwards
the ryul silent treatment,
an absolute classic.
so naturally, you decided to return the favor
because of course, you’re generous like that
and now it’s been three hours..
it’s safe to say that he didn’t even notice it at first
he’s leaning against the kitchen counter scrolling on his phone while you walk past him to grab a glass
normally you’d bump into him on purpose, playfully
but today you just… walk by
you didn’t say anything, you didn’t acknowledge that he was standing there, you didn’t even bat an eye
he glances up immediately; “..you good?”
you say nothing, complete silence
open the cabinet, grab a cup, fill it with water, take a sip, turn back around and walk out
no eye contact or
just.. nothing
“..okay?”
he shrugs like he doesn’t care, but he can’t deny that hks eyes followed you when you leave the room, hoping you’d look at him for just a sec
20 minutes later he’s on the couch when you walk past him in the living room
normally you’d flop down next to him, grab his arm or throw you own legs over his
but today you sit in the armchair instead
he frowns while looking at you, scanning your face to see the slightest hint of annoying
“..you mad?”
silence.
“…hello?”
nothing.
he squints at you, but your face expression doesn’t change one bit
“..yn?”
you continue scrolling through your phone like you’re reading the most interesting thing ever posted online
and ryul leans forward a little, his eyes burning holes into
your face at this point
“..baby?”
a pause..
then he sighs, leaning back, crossing his arms as he scoffs softly
“okay,”
another pause..
he huffs under his breath, disbelief written all over his face as he shakes his head slightly as he thinks;
‘two can play this game’
so ever since, the apartment is filled with the most dramatic mutual ignoring imaginable
you walk past each other like strangers,
ryul deliberately looks the other direction whenever you enter a room, secretly still hoping you’d look into his direction
and for a while, ryul commits to it
like actually commits to it, full on taking it very seriously and very very dramatically
but after about an hour…
his petty commitment turns into annoyance, because you’re doing it too well
you don’t even glance at him, not once
you don’t even acknowledge him even the slightest bit, even when he sighs out loud, over exaggeratedly clears his throat or tries coming closer; you don’t waste one singular breath on him or his presence
you’re in the kitchen, making your nightly tea and he tries hovering near you,
once again trying to get a reaction out of you
but.. nothing
he even bumps your shoulder “accidentally”
no reaction.
he doesn’t give up tho
he just watches you for a good minute, his eyes tracing the lines of your face and he can’t help the way his lips curl up into a small smile
for a second he seems to forget that you’re in an active ignoring session
and before his mind can even comprehend what he’s doing, he leans in like he’s about to kiss you
but before he actually can, you step aside and grab a spoon out of the drawer
ryul freezes mid lean, eyes slightly wide, mouth gasping open just a little bit
“…did you just dodge me?” he scoffs softly
you just stir your tea and he stares at you, his gaze flickering between your tea and your face
“…wow.,” he mutters
later that night, when the front door bursts open, ryul is sulking on the couch; full on sulking
and louis walks in first, “yooooo!”
you immediately perk up in the kitchen by the sound of the others arriving,
“lou!!” you call out, excitedly
ryul’s eyes snap wide open
louis drops his bag and stretches dramatically, “i made a new beat today, wanna hear it?”
and you brighten instantly, a big smile plastered across your face for the first time that night,
“omg of course!!!!”
ryul slowly sits up straight,
that voice.
that sweet, excited voice.
the one you apparently still have access to for everyone except him?
you grab two capri sun’s for louis and you before following him into his bedroom, plopping down next to him on his lower bunk bed
ryul gets up and follows quietly, his feet shuffling over the floor before he stops to lean against the doorway
inside, louis’s already pressing play on the laptop, excitedly explaining what he did
and music fills the room while you nod along, smiling sweetly
“oh my god wait this part is so good!”
louis’s face lifts up instantly, “right?? wait listen to this drop-“
you lean closer to the laptop as louis taps around on his keyboard
and ryul’s eye twitches slightly when he hears you laughing
you even lightly shove louis’s shoulder when the beat switches, proudly telling him that he did a good job, mirroring the big smile on his face
ryul’s jaw tightens,
he doesn’t say anything tho, he just watches you two
and louis is so immersed in his beats that he doesn’t even seem to notice
“i was thinking of layering another synth here-“
and you nod enthusiastically, “yeah!! that would sound amazing!”
ryul scoffs quietly, pushing himself off the doorframe before walking away
he shakes his head and mutters a quiet, “..unbelievable,” under his breath
ten minutes later he wanders back, purely to see if you’re still ignoring him
which.. you are.
even worse actually,
you and louis seem to have the best time,
you’re sitting cross legged on his bed, louis slide down to sit on the floor with his laptop infront of him
and as a cherry on top, woojin joined your little gathering too
ryul stands in the hallway staring like a ghost,
he doesn’t enter the room, doesn’t even pretend he was going to
and louis and woojin immediately look up when the older guy shows up, woojin calling out for him to join you
but you?
you’re still doing.. whatever you’re doing
you don’t even look up for the slightest bit
ryul loudly clears his throat,
and woojin grins to himself, looking at ryul before whipping his head towards you
“aha.., i get it,” he mumbles, grinning widely now
louis looks up quickly, but continues talking, probably unaware of the ‘situation’
“…so i sampled this old drum kit-“
and you lean in instantly, to listen and see what he was doing
ryul dramatically sighs, drifting off to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge
closing the door a little more aggressively than usual
..no reaction
he twists the cap louder than necessary
.. still no reply whatsoever
he sighs loudly (again)
still nothing.
he shuffles towards louis’s room again
walking past the doorway slowly,
very slowly..
almost like a little cat expecting attention, which is basically him right now
but nothing
he stops, turns back, stares at you while you are nodding while louis explains something about mixing
and ryul whispers to himself, “..wow,” before then storming off to his own room again
a little later, the apartment grows quiet
everyone is in their rooms, logging off for the night
and you go to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well
while you’re brushing your teeth, the door opens and ryul walks in
well, he doesn’t really walk in
he just leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching you through the mirror
waiting..
you spit into the sink, rinse your toothbrush, put it away and continue the next step in your routine
still nothing..
his jaw tightens slightly, sighing softly as he realises you’re still not acknowledging his presence
“..yn?”
you don’t say anything, you don’t even seem to care that he’s right behind you
you just grab your skincare bottle and he watches you like he’s trying to force eye contact through sheer willpower
unsuccessful of course
you wipe your hands and brush your hair quickly before putting away all your stuff
once you’re finished, you simply walk past him, and disappear into his bedroom
ryul stays there for a second before his mind is fully aware of the fact that you just brushed straight past him, again
“..you’re actually joking,” he mutters
but nonetheless, he still follows you to the bedroom like a lost little puppy
a little moment later, after some needed tiktok scrolling, you turn off the lights and turn away under the blankets,
usually you’d curl up into his arms, resting your head on his chest while he holds you
but tonight, ryul just lies on his back staring into the darkness..
without you in his arms
five minutes pass
and he sighs loudly
ten minutes,
he shifts dramatically, adjusting his blanket even though it was covering his body just perfectly
fifteen minutes,
and there’s still complete silence
your breathing evened out softly, and for a second he thought you already fell asleep,
then-
in the complete darkness, you mumble,
“you can be such a lil bitch sometimes,”
and ryul instantly launches upright
the blankets rustle violently as his body jolts up,
“WHAT-“
he slaps the lamp on on his nightstand, and the light floods the room nicely
he’s staring at you like you just rose from the dead,
“YOU CAN STILL TALK?!”
you blink at him, scoffing softly, “of course,”
he looks deeply offended, like actually offended
“i’ve been suffering for HOURS,” he states dramatically
“good,”
“good??”
he gestures wildly, his hand brushes through his hair before sliding down his face,
“you ignored me like i committed a fk crime,”
you squint at him, your eyebrows frowning a little,
“you started it,”
“i did not,”
“you literally gave me the silent treatment earlier today,”
“..that was different,”
you raise an eyebrow, “how,”
he hesitates, “…it just was,”
you roll onto your back, sighing out loudly,
“see? lil bitch,”
ryul gasps like you just stabbed him,
and you only snort
he glares at you for about two seconds before his expression slowly turned sulky,
“…you dodged my kiss earlier,”
“yes,”
“that was uncalled for,”
“that was revenge,”
he flops down dramatically, groaning softly; “i don’t like being ignored,”
you glance at him, “yeah?”
he mutters, “..yeah,”
“you do it all the time,”
a pause..
then suddenly-
he rolls over and grabs you in a tight bearhug before you could even think of dodging him again
you wheeze instantly at the sudden movement, “ryul!”
“no,”
he buries his face into your shoulder, “i’m claiming you back,”
you try to shove him away but he just tightens his hold like a stubborn koala
“you were being nice to louis and ignoring me,”
you laugh, “because louis isn’t annoying,”
“can you stop,” he groans
“and you were lurking in the hallway like a ghost,”
“because you were flirting with him,”
you stare at him, “flirting?” you echo, “the kid is 15,”
“so what? you were 15 once,”
“…i said his beat was good,”
“you were literally leaning into him,”
“oh my god,”
“that’s physical affection,”
you only scoff under your breath and ryul looks absolutely scandalized
“this is serious,”
“you’re ridiculous,”
“i’m correct,”
you push his face away, “you’re jealous and petty,”
but he immediately denies it, “i am NOT jealous!”
there’s a beat of silence,
“…i just think louis should mind his business,”
you grin, “and you’re petty,”
“i’m not,”
“so if i go tell louis i liked the beat again-,”
ryul groans loudly, and before you can even say anything else, his face comes back up and his lips were crushed on yours
completely out of nowhere, and you had zero chance to even try and protest
it’s messy and quick and very much meant to interrupt your sentence, which was successful
and you blink when he pulls back, “that was cheating,”
he just shrugs easily, “strategic actually,”
you narrow your eyes, “if you kiss me again i’m gonna go hug louis tomorrow,”
ryul freezes, his eyes wide as his mouth drops open, “don’t say things like that!”
and you grin, “louis gives good hugs tho,”
ryul tackles you back into the mattress
“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EVEN KNOW THAT!!”
you laugh as he squishes you into the pillow,
“ryul- i can’t breathe,”
“good, you started psychological warfare,”
you wiggle in his hold, trying to free yourself from the strong grip he has on you,
“you started it,”
he groans, “..fine,”
then he presses another kiss to your lips,
this one slower and softer
less dramatic
and you don’t even try to fight him off, you smirk into his lips as your arms naturally closed around his neck, pulling him closer to you
“…don’t ignore me like that again,” he mumbles against your lips
“maybe,”
he pulls away slightly, squinting his eyes suspiciously,
“…i’m literally gonna lock you in this room,”
you burst out laughing, and ryul immediately pulls you closer again
“i’m being serious,”
“yes a serious lil bitch,”
he rolls his eyes, chuckling softly, “you forgot petty,”
“right my bad,” you reply, “a petty lil bitch,”
he nudges your head into your pillow before turning around to turn off the light,
“ok enough talking,” he sighed as he plopped down onto the bed again, pulling you into his side
“already?” you jokingly said, “i thought you didn’t like the silence,”
“i’m reconsidering my decision,” he laughed
“copied sir,” you replied, “i’ll be quiet again,”
“no. no, no, i’m joking, please keep talking, i like your talking,”
you grin, “i know you do,”
he laughs softly, his arms finally closing around you, pressing a soft kiss on your temple before closing his eyes
and you better believe that for the rest of the night,
he holds you close to him like you might actually disappear if he lets go
and deep down, he’s making a silent promise to himself that he won’t ever give you the silent treatment again..
from now on, the ryul treatment is specifically for woojin and louis
IN WHICH you freshly started dating the boys of lngshot and they find you wearing their clothes for the first time (idol!lngshot x f!reader)
࣪ ˖content/warnings suggestive implications for 2yul, fluff, sweet kisses
࣪ ˖evy, you there? ─ hello sweetpeas, my first au on my secret account 👀 maybe not that secret but wtv. felt the urge to make a second acc (maybe you know me as @dprlyn) and now i feel like this one's a little cooler.. anyway enjoy this clusterfuck i created at 3 in the morning
now playing ; Dream of Me by NewDad
louis.
His bed was as comfortable as you imagined. His wardorbe was as cool as you'd expected. Louis had offered you to stay over at the dorms and wait for him to come back after dance practice. Obviously, you immediately took him up on the offer and now you were standing in front of your boyfriends closet, thinking of what shirt to steal. Your eyes searched through the various colors of the tops he owned until a pink bape shirt caught your attention. This had to be it. With a sheepish smile you fished it out of the clothing-chaos living inside of his closet and changed.
Footsteps and voices were heard from outside after an hour or so and you straightened up, recognizing the voice of your favorite, sweet boy. "We're back!" he called out as soon as the four of them stepped inside.
Louis, as jolly as ever whenever he was about to see his girlfriend, opened the door to his room. "Hey, y/n, did you- oh."
You met his eyes across the room and tilted your head just a fraction, watching as a smug, adorable smile spread on his face. "Is that mine?" Louis asked and closed the door behind him, slowly walking up to you.
The sheepish smile on your lips reappeared. "Maybe," you said. His tall form approached you and he pulled you in for a hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "I missed you," he murmured and you wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.
A soft laugh escaped you, a sound Louis could replay all day, every day. "You saw me two hours ago."
He groaned playfully before leaning back enough to look at you. "That's exactly the problem. Worst two hours of my life." And then, because apparently he took not seeing you for two hours as the biggest disrespect thrown at him from life, Louis peppered your face with sweet kisses. Over your cheeks, on your nose, one on your forehead before pressing a peck directly to your lips.
"You look good in my clothes, by the way," he then mumbled, eyes almost sparkling as he properly took in your appearance.
"Only 'good'?" you asked back, hand reaching up to your chest in feigned offence. He laughed and shook his head.
"Pardon, mon amour. You look pretty," he started. "Wait, no, scratch that. You look magnifique."
A slight blush spread on your cheeks. "Yeah, I can work with that.."
He chuckled and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.
"I know, my sweet angel."
woojin.
You were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of lngshot's dorm. Woojin was home alone so he deicided to invite you over and you gladly accepted his invitation.
"Babe, have you seen my favorite shirt?" he suddenly called out from his room. "The one with the stripes?"
You looked down your body, right at the shirt he described. That was the shirt you took home last time?
"Uhh, I don't know!" you called back, because now you got two options: either you'd quickly change into something else or you get caught.
This wasn't just any shirt. Ohyul called it his 'emotionial support shirt' he liked to wear everywhere. Not even the boys were allowed to borrow it.
"I can't find it, I've looked every-"
You froze as Woojin came out his room, slowly turning your head, just to find him staring at you with his head tilted to the side.
"I may or may not have stolen it," you whispered. "Don't kill me! I swear, I didn't-" you jumped to your feet before holding your hands up in surrender. "I didn't do anything with it."
Woojin stared at you in silence before huffing out a laugh. "Woah, calm down, princess" he chuckled and walked over to you. His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you closer.
"I'd say give it back but honestly, you look fantastic in my clothes," he said. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips.
"I do?"
"Absolutely. Dare I say, it looks even better on you than on me."
"Oh, please, now you're just flattering me."
Though Woojin took every chance he got to compliment you (because in his opinion, leaving you even a day without calling you beautiful at least once was the equivalent of him being the worst boyfriend ever), you still felt shy, not knowing how to properly deal with his words, except for blushing profusely.
He dipped his head down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm just telling the truth. My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous and I'd like her to know that."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips brushed against each other with soft movements, making your heart do sumersaults, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit.
"Thank you, baby," you whisper against his mouth.
"Of course, my love."
ryul.
Apparently, Ryul couldn't stay apart from you. Not even for a day. You were sitting on a chair in the studio, listening to your favorite music. It was late, barely anyone was left at the company and you had the room all to yourself.
ry <3: where r you? I miss you so much
Your phone buzzed and you unlocked it, the notification of your boyfriend's message putting a smile on your face instantly. You typed back, biting your lip to keep you from grinning like an idiot.
me: at the studio. you coming?
It didn't even take him three seconds to reply.
ry <3: i'll be there in 5
And, soon enough, Ryul showed up. Your heart was thumping in your chest, though you've been meeting him constantly. Guess your heart would never get used to how stupidly handsome the guy was. "Hi baby, how are you?" he greeted, leaning in to press a peck to your lips. Then he paused and looked down at you. "Is that mine?"
You followed his gaze to the shirt you were wearing and nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. "What if it is?"
Ryul raised a brow and pulled you off the chair, before grabbing your waist and placing you on the table. He gently spread your legs and stood between them, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezed a little, eyes taking in your appearance. "Looks good on you," he murmured. "Everything looks good on you."
"You think so?" you whisper back, heart thumping in your chest. "Mhm...," he hummed and leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, his breath warm on your skin. You instinctively lean your head to the side to give him the access he needed and draped one arm lazily over his shoulder. Ryul pressed a tender kiss to your throat, lovingly as always. "But I feel like you'd look even better without it."
The tone in his voice was unmistakable and it sent heat straight to your gut.
"I think so too. Wanna find out?"
"Bet."
ohyul.
The soft tap tap tap of the rain against your window was the only sound in your apartment as you woke up in your bed, taking in your surroundings. Next to you (hah get it?) lay your boyfriend Ohyul, still stuck in the lands of his dreams.
Your cheeks felt warm when you realized that you wore nothing except your underwear and images from last night made their way into your mind: Ohyul's body over yours, hot and firm. His kisses covering almost every inch of your body, devouring you like you were his last meal.
Without making any loud noises, you got out of bed and grabbed the next shirt your hands could make out. Once in the kitchen, you turned on your favorite songs and silently hummed along, preparing breakfast for the two of you.
After a while Ohyul got up as well, standing in the doorway and watched as you moved through the kitchen. It felt strangely domestic already and the sight of you in his shirt did nothing to calm his thumping heart. You were beautiful. In every aspect possible. To him, you were the light he found during a time he needed it most and now he felt lucky to call you his.
"You should wear my clothes more often, darling," Ohyul said softly, announcing his presence. You snapped your head around and saw him walking over to you, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that sat low on his hips. "Suits you. Reminds me that you're mine."
His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he looked over your shoulder to see what you were cooking. "What're you making?"
"You can't just say things like that and then switch the topic," you murmured, blushing slightly, and Ohyul chuckled sweetly.
"Say things like what, hm? That you're mine? That you look perfect in my shirt? That you're the most beautiful girl on this planet?" He kissed your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.
genre♡ smut, mdni
drabble♡ thinking abt what ohyul n ryul would be into a lot...
warnings♡ my opinions, this is js for funsies, pls don't take it too srsly
⤷ ゛ohyul ˎˊ˗
humiliation! ˎˊ˗ he likes it when you call him out on things that makes him flush pink and pretty. call him anything; perv, pathetic, good boy, it’s got him creaming in his pants. LOVES when you grip his hair and force him to look at the sticky mess he’s making whilst your stroking his cock until he’s cumming all over himself and your pretty hands. making him lick your hand clean as you call him filthy for doing so, only for his cock to twitch up again in interest.
dacryphilia!ˎˊ˗ at first he felt guilty when you started blubbering on his cock, the overwhelming sensation and pleasure all too much for you. but now it gets him riled up, watching you cry on his cock only. his own stomach flutters seeing you sob so pitifully. your beautiful face streaked with tears as he licks them off you, pounding into you harder as he shushes you softly, not wanting to cum just yet.
praise!ˎˊ˗ he js loves you sm and always wants to make sure you know how good you’re doing for him, your small pussy sucking in his cock greedily. he leaves kisses all over your body, singing praises into your ear about how perfect you are and that your pussy was made for him. return the favour and it has his brain turn into mush, snapping his hips into you quicker as his cock throbs inside you, already close to cumming.
dirty talk!ˎˊ˗ loves when you talk straight filth into his ears. he gets off on it. no shame. you could be in a public space and you’d lean over to whisper the most outrageous things. it leaves him frozen for a second but then he’s squirming in his seat, head hung down to hide the flush on his cheeks as his hardening cock starts to strain against his jeans. and then he’s rushing you home, throwing you onto the bed and demands you to say it again. blood rushing to his cock as he fills out your nasty fantasies you were whispering to him before, wanting to see if you’re all bark and no bite. there’s no tapping out now!
overstimulation!ˎˊ˗ when he’s sinking his cock back into your filled pussy he says he can’t help it. he just loves the feeling of your sticky filled cunt squeezing around his now painful cock but he can’t stop. he’s panting into your neck and spilling out apologies as you whine for him to slow down because you’re so sensitive. he’s holding your shaking legs down as he’s adamant on making you cum and squirt again on his cock.
⤷ ゛ryul ˎˊ˗
creampies!ˎˊ˗ he’s the type to spread your sticky folds w his fingers to watch his cum dribble out of your stretched pussy. he curses under his breath watching your sticky pussy clenching around nothing, trying to keep his seed in. he’s scooping the mess up with his fingers immediately to push it back inside you, not wanting you to waste a single drop.
choking!ˎˊ˗ his hand is always somehow creeping up your neck to wrap it around firmly on your throat, not applying that much pressure but just enough so you can feel it. he can feel your wet cunt clench around him as he does it, loving that dizzy feeling you get. he gets off knowing how much you trust him to not hurt you. he feels this buzz that he’s in control and you let him be. and when he squeezes ever so lightly around your throat you gasp and that glint in your eyes brighten as get lost in the dizzy feeling, your orgasm hitting you much harder and it's got him groaning and needing more.
roleplay!ˎˊ˗ …you’ve gotta hear me out on this, have you seen him at fansigns?? bros always dressing up and low-key think he’d be into that. give him a police uniform and some cuffs and he’d be on it. professor and student. doctor and patient. at first you’d laugh at him and say no which made him pout in a corner but of course he respected your decision. but one time he actually convinced you to try it with him. the first was as a policeman and that’s when you realised how sexy this man is in a uniform and giving strict orders. it actually didn’t take much more convincing after that. if you were both in a goofy mood there would be times where either of you would laugh and break character but it was always fun AND you’d have the most mind blowing orgasms through these fantasies. deffo would try to fuck you in one of his naruto cosplays he stole from one of the fansign events and idk how that would go down lmao
hair pulling!ˎˊ˗ he’s got the perfect hair for this and it goes both ways. he’s wrapping his hand around your silky hair for leverage whilst he fucks you doggy on the bed. and when you’re being bratty he’s tugging harshly at your scalp, pulling your head back so your throat is bared at him, enjoying your soft pleas for some mercy before shoving you face down into the pillow to shut you up. and when he’s eating you out he loves when you’re tugging at his hair to get him off you, too sensitive and impatient. or you’re gripping his hair to shove his face impossibly closer to your dripping pussy, groaning against your sticky core as you use him for your pleasure.
size!ˎˊ˗ the way his body engulfs yours underneath him has him reeling. you’re clutching weakly at his broad shoulders with your small hands as he pounds into you. he luvs watching how your pretty cunt swallows his cock so eagerly, a bulge imprinted onto your stomach that has him groaning. he’s splaying his large hand over your stomach and presses down on it muttering “can you feel me in there sweetheart? can’t believe your tiny pussy is swallowing my cock so well.” he’s obsessed with the way he can fold your legs up and over and fucks you so deep in the mating press and you can’t do anything except take it.
A/n: Not proofread sorryy, I felt pretty bold on Ohyul’s part 🥹✌️
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Ohyul
“Ohyul?” You say, walking inside the dark studio that only had a few lights on, with a plastic bag full of snacks in hand. You had texted Ryul earlier asking if Ohyul was with him and the others since he wasn’t replying to your texts, but Ryul only texted back that Ohyul had ended up staying back at the studio.
You hear a muffled sound coming from a room, sounding like a certain song you've been hearing Ohyul humming to lately. You open the door to immediately recognize it was Ohyul sitting down with his back facing you.
You saw how focused he was, gently nodding his head to the beat, holding onto the headphones on his head with one hand.
You walk towards him, tilting your head slightly, with a smile on your face once Ohyul turns to the side more than once, completely surprised as to why you were here.
He immediately takes off the headphones, setting them on his neck, lowering the music that was playing on them, but not pausing it.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” Ohyul says, sounding surprised, as he stands up immediately from the chair he was sitting on.
“I came to see you, duh.” You say, smiling, then holding up the plastic bag that you specifically brought for Ohyul since you practically have to remind him every day to eat since he’s so focused working on new mixtapes.
“I brought your favorite snacks," you say, raising your eyebrows with a bright smile on your face as Ohyul looks at the bag, then at you in awe.
Instead of Ohyul saying something, he embraces you in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on top of yours. You hugged him back, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
You were enjoying the moment until a few minutes had passed and you could feel Ohyul practically hugging you tighter by the minute. You loved long hugs from Ohyul, but you could tell something was up.
“Ohyul, are you okay?” You muttered quietly, slowly pulling away from the hug to look at him. He softly smiles, avoiding your eyes and looking down at the floor instead, with his hands on your waist still.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, raising your hand to grab his chin, slightly lifting him by his chin for him to look at you.
You hear Ohyul sigh, finally meeting your eyes. "I've just been really stressed, and I feel like I'm going to end up taking it out on you…” He says.
“Baby, even if you took it out on me, I wouldn't care. If it helps you distress… then go for it!” You say, smiling.
You hear Ohyul finally chuckle, with a bright smile on his face. Now that you think of it, you haven't really heard Ohyul laugh as much over the past few days.
Suddenly, you see Ohyul getting closer to you, looking at your lips, then feeling Ohyul's lips on yours.
Your lips move in sync with his, his lips feeling soft against yours. You feel Ohyuls' hands go down to your lower hips, keeping them there.
Ohyul slowly pulled away, smirking at the expression on your face. You couldn’t process what had just happened, but it felt so right.
“What was that for?” You mutter, making eye contact with Ohyul but instantly looking back down, noticing how flustered you really were now.
Ohyul shrugs with that same stupid smirk still plastered on his face. “Helped me de-stress," he simply says, giving you a quick pat on your ass.
Ryul
“Ryul, if you make a mess on my bed, we're eating in your bed next time," you warn him as you both lie against the headboard with your food in hand.
"Chill, didn't you drop some of your McFlurry on my bed last time?” Ryul remarks with a smirk playing on his lips, noticing how silent you got.
“That was an accident! And you were literally tickling me; it was your fault!” You say in defense, grabbing your laptop to watch Ryul’s favorite show that he put you on to.
“My fault?! You should know how much I like tickling you by now—" Ryul says before you cut him off and slap his hand away, noticing how he was taking some of your fries.
"I'm not putting Naruto on," you warned him, giving him a look before he removed his hand and stood quiet. You smirked to yourself before pressing play and laying your head against Ryul’s shoulder.
"You're so bossy." Ryul says with a slight smirk, before grabbing a fry from his own stack and shoving it into his mouth.
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You and Ryul had been watching Naruto for who knows how long, as you had finished your fries a while ago. You know you told Ryul earlier that he had his own stack of fries to grab from, which was still on his plate surprisingly?
Ryul was so focused on the show, as you were focused on the show and his fries. You decided maybe if you only grabbed one he wouldn't notice?
You sat up a little before sneaking your hand towards his plate, your focus supposedly being on the laptop playing in front of you.
You were so close before you felt a grip on your wrist. You slowly side-eyed Ryul as he was already looking at you with a smirk. “Don’t you have your own fries?” He says sarcastically with a smirk on his lips.
You sigh, removing your hand from his grip. “Quit being sarcastic; you know I'm a fast eater. And I just want one!” You say, looking at the fries and then back at Ryul.
Suddenly, you see Ryul grab a fry and put it between his lips, holding it with his teeth. “Earn it then." He mumbles, pointing towards the fry against his lips, letting out a laugh at your reaction, shaking his head.
You scoff before pressing your lips against his, biting down on half of the fry that was sticking out earlier, your hands on Ryul's shoulders.
You pull away, chewing on half of the fry you took from Ryul, your attention fully on the laptop playing in front of you. Until you noticed how still and quiet Ryul was.
You turned your head slightly, seeing Ryul just staring at you, the tips of his ears slightly red, his mouth slightly parted with the other half of the fry still between his teeth.
You laughed at how flustered he looked. “Are you okay?” You ask him, taking the opportunity to grab another one of his fries, shoving it in your mouth.
Ryul finally snaps out of it, finally chewing on the small half of the fry, investigating your face in amusement while glancing down at your lips.
“You do realize that was the first time our lips ever touched…right?” Ryul says, pointing towards his lips while looking at yours.
"Yeah, but it's not like we haven't shared water bottles before." You say, tilting your head slightly confused before grabbing another fry from his stack.
Before you could even grab the fry from the stack, you feel Ryul grab you by your chin, just for you to be face-to-face with him, your cheeks slightly turning pink from how close your face was to his.
“Do it again, but longer this time," Ryul says, smirking, looking at your eyes, then at your lips, his hands finding their way to your waist.
Woojin
You and Woojin had decided to get some snacks from the convenience store, even though it was practically midnight…
“Woojin, you bought like… the whole store!” You say, lifting up the two plastic bags full of junk food, most of it being Woojin's.
“Yeah, but that's why I have you to help me finish them." "Woojin says, turning his head to the side, but you knew him too well already; he only looks away when he rolls his eyes.
You glare at him, looking at the hat he always wears with basically every outfit before smirking to yourself.
"Woojin, could you help me with these?” You ask, pretending to struggle with the two bags, one in each hand.
“Yeah, sure," Woojin says softly, taking the bags from your hand, holding both in one hand, as if he wasn't being sassy to you just a few seconds ago.
"Thanks," you say, looking at his face then at his hat, taking the advantage and yanking it off of his head and running away.
You hear Woojin say something, but you can't hear properly due to your laughter. You turn back to see Woojin running after you, his hair flowing everywhere without his hat on.
“Next time, don't roll your eyes at me!” You say sticking your tongue out at him before you see him pick up his speed, knowing that you were already done for since you were always known as one to be the opposite of athletic.
You feel your waist being grabbed by two arms, instantly stopping you from running, feeling Woojin hold you in his arms as you try to get out of his grip.
“Let go!” You say attempting to sound annoyed, but you just ended up laughing through your sentence.
“You know when it comes to you I roll my eyes on purpose." He says, emphasizing "purpose," taking the advantage, and grabbing his hat out of your grip since you were too busy laughing.
“That doesn't mean you still have to do it?!” You say you feel Woojin let go of his grip on you, and you turn around to face him, Woojin's hands still on your waist but holding onto you firmly.
“I like seeing you get all annoyed though," he says smirking, letting go of your waist, holding his hat up.
You see Woojin lift his hat up over your head, just for him to put it on your head. He carefully places it on your head, looking way too focused on fixing the placement of it on your head.
“If you like it that much, wear it," Woojin says, patting you on your head after fixing the placement of the hat on your head.
“Please, you're the one who wears it every single day. It’s literally a third wheel when we go on dates." You say, hearing Woojin laugh.
“Third wheel?! It's like our child," he says, putting his hands over his chest, pretending to sound affectionate as you just look at him, silence taking over as he realizes you didn't laugh.
"That's kinda… weird?” You say before placing your arms over his shoulder, taking a step closer. "Don't worry though, no one else will ever be able to deal with your kind of weirdness except me.” You say confidently, smiling, seeing Woojin just stare at you.
It wasn’t a typical stare, though, that he always gives you. He was serious this time, staring at you, like he was looking at something so amusing.
You let out a soft chuckle, tilting your head slightly. “What? What's wrong?” You say smiling, though you were more confused than ever.
You see Woojin observe your face, then looking at your lips, but what made you more nervous was that he didn't look away from your lips.
Suddenly, you see Woojin lean forward before feeling his lips on yours, his hands on either side of your waist, one hand still holding the two bags on his wrist, your arms still slung over his shoulders but immediately wrapping around his neck.
The kiss was slow and soft at first, completely forgetting that you and Woojin were still in public, but your focus was only on Woojin right now.
You kissed Woojin back passionately, feeling him squeeze your waist a few times, not really knowing why, but you kind of liked it.
After what felt like a few seconds, but in reality was probably more than five minutes, you pull away from Woojin's lips slowly, looking up at him.
You see his cheeks were flushed, which caused you to let out a little giggle, since seeing Woojin flushed was not something so common.
You quickly glanced around the sidewalk that you and Woojin were on, noticing it was luckily just the two of you, the lights of the streets on, with most lights from buildings being turned off due to it being past midnight.
"You're lucky we're the only ones here; if not, your cheeks would've been ten times more red than they are now," you teased Woojin as he groaned.
“Do you seriously have to bring that up?” He says, instantly grabbing his cheeks, putting his hands over them as you laugh at him.
“Relax, I'm just messing with you. You're pretty cute when you're red." You say, trying to remove his hands from hiding his cheeks, winking at him playfully.
“Stopp” Woojin says, groaning again, investigating your face until he notices your ears. “What about you? Your ears seem pretty red to me." He says, your teasing act instantly dropping, as you cover your ears, realizing now he's the one teasing you.
Louis
“Louis, you know we're going to get in trouble because of you, right?” "You say," gesturing to the mess Louis made of flour on the kitchen table.
Louis just shrugs casually, playing with the “dough” that he made for the cookies. “Ohyul always makes a bigger mess when he’s cooking. Plus, I'm gonna clean it up, but only because you're here," he says.
“Is this supposed to be the texture of dough?” Louis says, raising his hands, the supposed “dough” dripping off of his hands.
You almost let out a snort, remembering how confident he was talking earlier, saying that cookies were so easy to make. "Dough's not supposed to be sticky…” you say, grabbing some, the dough immediately sticking onto your fingers.
You sigh, grabbing Louis's hands, taking off the dough that was stuck on his fingers. “How about I take over this part and you just… preheat the oven," you say, not wanting to hurt Louis's feelings, but you'd much rather take over this part.
(Mini time skip)
You were kneading the dough, which seemed like the right consistency for cookies now, while Louis stood next to you, watching you knead the dough, saying he was taking “notes” for next time, but you mainly felt him staring at you instead.
“Could you scratch my nose?” You ask, turning to face him, slightly lifting your head more up. You feel Louis' finger on your nose, gently scratching at the tip of your nose.
You feel Louis stop, but his finger is still on your nose. You looked up at him with a confused expression on your face. “What's wrong?” You say, seeing Louis look down at your lips for a split second before looking up at you.
You pretended not to notice, hearing Louis clear his throat and removing his finger from your nose. “You got flour on your nose." He says, hearing his voice slightly crack, as he focuses on grabbing a wet napkin.
You go back to kneading the dough, focusing on the texture of it before feeling your head being tilted to the right, Louis grabbing you by your chin carefully, his full attention on your nose, wiping it gently with the napkin.
You look at Louis, studying his facial expression, and see how focused he was on cleaning your nose. Now that you think of it, you realize how close your face was to Louis’.
You feel the tips of your ears turn red as Louis slowly stops cleaning your nose, looking up at you, meeting your eyes.
Suddenly, it felt like you both had forgotten about baking, and the way your hands were still on the dough but not kneading.
You see Louis look down at your lips again as you look down at his, looking back up at him, seeing him slowly lean in.
Your lips slowly meet each other before Louis presses his lips against yours.
Your lips move in sync with his, his hand still on your chin, as his other finds its way to your waist.
You both slowly pull away, looking at each other, noticing Louis's cheeks were just as red as yours.
You break the silence with a soft laugh. “I thought we were supposed to be focusing on baking." You say, slightly kneading the dough again, trying to keep your cool.
“Give me another one and then I'll focus back to baking," Louis says, still standing there looking at you, like he’s too stunted to move, hearing his voice that sounds half serious.
ryul wasn't angry. he'd like that to be known. he was simply... annoyed. well, slightly. maybe a little? or a lot.
the problem was that nobody seemed interested in taking him seriously.
earlier that afternoon, the members, especially woojin the ragebaiter had spent nearly an hour making fun of him after louis accidentally found an entire album of your pictures in his phone. because according to them, having exactly seven hundred and three pictures of your girlfriend was apparently concerning.
but down bad ryul completely disagrees.
"she's my girlfriend," ryul repeated, looking mildly offended that even he had to explain himself.
the slight furrow between his brows made it obvious that having an album of his girlfriend's pictures is simply reasonable.
"that's not helping," woojin immediately replied.
"hyung, normal people don't have that many pictures."
"i'm literally normal," ryul casually replied.
"hyung... you have screenshots." woojin stated.
"literally screenshots of y/n noona's instagram post before you even knew her. that's creepy."
after that, ryul had stopped participating in the conversation entirely.
which was how he ended up sitting alone, phone in hand, on one end of the couch several hours later with a very obvious frown on his face.
the moment you stepped into the room, you noticed immediately.
honestly, it would've been difficult not to.
ryul wasn't even trying to hide it.
he was sitting there with his jaw resting against his fist, staring blankly at his phone while everyone else talked around him. every now and then he'd sigh dramatically for absolutely no reason before shifting positions and looking mildly offended by life itself.
you already knew what happened, because louis had texted you.
im louis 🐘
noona
i think your boyfriend is mad
he's making a frowny face
please come and get him quickly
you 🩰
what did ya'll do to him 😭
im louis 🐘
noona
he has an album full of ur pictures
u wanna know how many of them?
there are 703 pictures
in total
isn't that quite excessive?
you 🩰
HAHAH, istg he's so cute
just leave him be
i'll be there in a minute
bye lou 👋🏻
im louis 🐘
ok ok
take care noona!
you almost laughed, then you walked over. and ryul noticed instantly.
of course he did.
his eyes followed you from the moment you entered the room, though he quickly looked away the second you glanced in his direction.
without saying a word, you sat beside him. close, not touching. but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed.
ryul immediately shifted. away from you.
"...did you just move away from me?"
"no."
he absolutely had. you bit back a smile.
"ryul, are you sulking?"
"no."
he answered far too quickly.
"right."
silence. a few seconds passed, then another.
eventually, you leaned over slightly and rested your head against his shoulder.
immediately—you felt him freeze.
for a moment, he didn't move at all. didn't say anything. didn't even look at you.
then, very slowly, his shoulders relaxed beneath your weight.
and after another second, he tilted his head just enough for it to rest lightly against yours.
we're making some progress.
"you know," you said softly, "i think it's cute."
ryul narrowed his eyes.
"what is?"
"the photo album."
"...they told you?"
"louis sent me some screenshots."
his expression immediately became horrified. which finally made you laugh.
"baby, that's private."
"seven hundred pictures, huh?"
"it's not even that much."
you burst out laughing.
and just like that, the pout deepened.
"stop."
before he could complain again, you reached over and gently grabbed his face with both hands. completely trapping him.
ryul blinked. once. twice. all thoughts immediately gone.
"ryul."
you smiled.
"what?"
"you're cute."
ryul stayed silent. for a second, he just stared at you. like his brain had completely short-circuited.
then the corners of his mouth slightly twitched like he was trying very hard not to smile, while whatever remained of his bad mood visibly struggled to survive.
it was such a small reaction that most people probably wouldn't have noticed it. but you did.
because unfortunately, you knew exactly what calling ryul cute did to him.
"don't do that."
"do what?"
"that thing."
"what thing?"
"where you say something nice and suddenly i'm not allowed to be mad anymore."
you laughed again.
because honestly? that was exactly what happened.
the second your thumbs brushed across his cheeks, whatever was left of his bad mood immediately started crumbling. you could practically watch it happen. the tension in his shoulders disappeared. the tiny pout he'd been holding onto for the last three hours weakened considerably.
and when you leaned forward to press a quick kiss on his cheek, it practically vanished altogether.
all because you were looking at him like that.
"i'm serious." your voice softened slightly.
"i think it's sweet."
ryul stared at you. like really stared.
then he groaned.
a long. suffering. dramatic groan.
before suddenly leaning forward and burying his face directly into your shoulder.
you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.
"ryul."
"leave me alone."
his arms wrapped around your waist anyway. pulling you closer until there wasn't even a sliver of space left between you.
unable to resist, you tilted his chin up again.
"one more?"
ryul eyed you suspiciously.
"...what."
instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. soft and sweet.
when you pulled back, his expression had completely short-circuited.
"..."
"see?" you grinned.
"all better!"
ryul immediately buried his face back into your shoulder.
"i hate you."
"no, you don't."
"yeah. i really don't." his voice came out muffled.
"you're literally hugging me."
"i'm suffering."
"mhm."
"terribly."
"obviously."
by now, he was practically folded into your side, cheek pressed against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist. every trace of the earlier pout had disappeared. every now and then, he'd nuzzle a little closer, as if making sure you weren't going anywhere. honestly, if anyone looked over right now, they'd immediately know he'd lost the battle.
which, to be fair—he never really stood a chance.
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HIIIII, MY LOVELY BABYGALS!! 💕 i am so sorry for ghosting y'all like thattt 😔
my final exams and assignments have been absolutely beating my ass lately, so i genuinely haven't had much time to sit down and write more ryul fluff for you guys 😭💔
since so many of you have been asking for more ryul fluff, here's my little redemption hehe 🤭💕
i really hope you all enjoy it, my lovessss <33
alsooo, i tried out a new header style this time HAHAH. and i think i actually like this one a lot better 👀✨
as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it genuinely means the world to mee 🥹💗
