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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)
ΰ£ͺ Λcontent/warnings suggestive implications for 2yul, fluff, sweet kisses
ΰ£ͺ Λevy, you there? β hello sweetpeas, my first au on my secret account π 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.
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