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꩜ BREEDING KINK
ᛪ༙ pairing: ohyul x f reader
ᛪ༙ content: smut .
ᛪ༙gist: ohyul has a breeding kink. not something he's necessarily proud to share as 'fun fact about himself'. or even one that he even knew he had until he met you.
꩜ breedingkink is abbreviated as bk! for simplicity.
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❝ Argument ❞ — Kwon Ohyul
~lngshot
Synopsis: when you wore something revealing after a big argument with your bf
Content: ohyul x fem!reader, ohyul being a little rude in the start, angst to smut
Cw/tw: explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni!! fingering (rough), oral sex (female receiving), nipple play and breast worship, teasing, dirty talk, and use of the pet name "princess", strong language/profanity
~2.9k words. | lngshot masterlist |
You didn’t know how it had gotten this bad. It started with the usual small things like missed calls and canceled plans. But tonight, something inside you finally snapped.
“Why do you keep blowing me off?” you asked, voice sharp with months of built-up frustration as he stood by the door, already halfway out.
Ohyul barely glanced at you, checking something on his phone. “You know how busy I am. It’s not like I’m out having fun.”
“I do know,” you said, stepping closer, heart pounding. “Nowdays you leave before I even wake up and come back when I’m already asleep. You’re never here when I need you. I feel like I’m dating a ghost.”
He let out a tired sigh, finally looking up. “Can we not do this right now? I have to get to the company.”
“No, we’re doing this,” you insisted, blocking his path just enough to make him stop. “Every time I try to talk, you shut me down. ‘I’m busy,’ ‘Schedules,’ ‘Practice.’ What about me? What about us?”
“You know i care about you, i really do. I love you y/n but you're only thinking about yourself right now,” he snapped, voice louder now. “You have no idea what it’s like. Instead of supporting me, you’re making me feel guilty for doing what I have to do.”
“Supporting you?” You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “I’ve always been supporting you. But the second I ask for a little bit of you in return, I’m the selfish one?”
Ohyul ran a hand through his hair, clearly at the end of his patience. “This isn’t some normal 9-to-5 job. I can’t just clock out when you want me too”
He grabbed his jacket and bag, movements jerky and angry. “I don’t have time for this right now. We’ll talk later.”
“No,” you said quietly, the fight draining into cold resolve. “Maybe I just won’t talk at all. If that’s what you want then fine. I’ll give you the silence you clearly need.”
“Suit yourself,” Ohyul muttered. He didn’t even look back as he yanked the door open. It slammed shut behind him with a final, echoing bang that left the apartment feeling painfully empty. Fine. If silence was what he wanted, you’d give it to him.
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It was well past 8 PM when you heard the front door open and shut again. You didn’t turn around. You stayed focused on the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables with steady, deliberate movements. The soft sizzle of oil in the pan was the only sound in the apartment.
Ohyul stepped inside, kicking off his shoes with a heavy, exhausted sigh. He expected you to say something but there was nothing. You kept your back to him, ignoring his presence completely. He felt guilt settle in now.
He dropped his bag near the couch and collapsed onto it, rubbing his temples. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. After a few minutes, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Not gonna say anything?” he asked, voice low. He still hadn’t looked directly at you.
You kept your tone flat, eyes on the cutting board. “I’d rather not. Apparently I only think about myself.”
Ohyul rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch, muttering something under his breath. Then he glanced toward the kitchen and froze.
You were wearing that thin, almost sheer black nightdress. The delicate fabric clung softly to your curves, the warm kitchen light making it nearly transparent in places. No bra underneath. Every subtle shift of your body revealed the gentle swell of your breasts and the faint outline of your nipples. The hem barely skimmed the tops of your thighs, and one delicate strap had slipped slightly off your shoulder.
His face flushed instantly, heat rushing up his neck. All the leftover anger tangled with a sudden, sharp surge of desire. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away.
“hmm—” The word came out hoarse.
He stood up slowly, almost involuntarily, and walked over to the kitchen island, stopping just behind you. Up close, the nightdress looked even more tempting.
“…You’re really going to keep ignoring me while dressed like that?” he murmured, his voice lower now, rough with conflicting emotions.
He took one more step closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body behind yours. His hand hovered near the counter, fingers tense.
“Say something,” he said quietly, almost a plea wrapped in frustration. “Or don’t. Just… turn around and look at me.” You still ignored but you felt something warm bubble up inside you as ohyul stood closer.
"You said i haven't been giving you enough time right..." ohyul spoke again
"Not in the mood for this ohyul" you said and continued stirring some soup
"Im sorry" ohyul said
“I felt bad the moment I got to the company,” he continued, sounding genuinely regretful now. “I kept replaying everything I said… how I snapped at you. It’s just… these days with the comeback approaching, everything’s been so intense. I took all that frustration out on you, and I shouldn’t have.”
You swallowed hard as he apologized. Ohyul let out a slow breath, his hand finally settling lightly on the edge of the counter beside you.
“I know I’ve been distant,” he admitted, voice rough with exhaustion. “I know I’ve made you feel like you’re last on my list.”
He paused, then added more softly, “I love you like crazy....Even when I’m too tired or too stressed to show it.”
The warmth in your chest flared hotter, mixing with the leftover hurt. Your stirring slowed as you were fighting the urge to lean back into his chest. The argument from earlier still echoed in your mind but so did the sight of him standing behind you now.
“…You really think a quick ‘sorry’ fixes it?” you said, voice laced with both lingering anger and reluctant longing.
“Go back to your company or something since you’re so busy,” you muttered, voice edged with lingering hurt. You reached out and switched off the stove with a sharp click, then lightly pushed past him, trying to create some distance.
You only made it a few steps toward the living room before Ohyul moved.
His arms wrapped around you from behind in one smooth motion, pulling you gently but firmly against his chest. The sudden warmth of his body made your breath catch. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, his breath ghosted hot over the nape of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
“No… it won’t fix everything,” he murmured, voice low and rough with regret. “But I’m hoping it’s a start.” His hold tightened just slightly, possessive yet careful. His voice dipped, turning huskier as his gaze trailed down. “…I want to make it up to you. Let me take care of you tonight, my princess.”
The word “princess” slipped from his lips like it always used to—soft, intimate, and dangerously affectionate. It hit you harder than you expected, weakening your knees and melting some of the ice you’d tried to keep around your heart.
“Ohyul, I’m—” you started, but the words died in your throat the moment his lips pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear.
A soft gasp escaped you. His mouth was warm, trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck and across your shoulder, each one sending sparks straight through your body. One of his hands slid up from your waist, grazing lightly over the sheer fabric of your nightdress until his palm cupped your breast.
His thumb brushed across your already hardened nipple, teasing it through the thin material with slow, deliberate circles. Your back arched instinctively into his touch, a whimper slipping past your lips.
“I can stop if you want,” Ohyul whispered against your skin, his voice strained with restraint. He paused his movements, lips hovering just above your shoulder, giving you a moment even as his body pressed closer. You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling quickly. The fight in you had almost completely dissolved.
“No…” you breathed, voice shaky with need. “God, you drive me insane. Don’t stop.”
A low, relieved groan rumbled in Ohyul’s chest. His arms tightened around you as he resumed his kisses. He nipped gently at your neck before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hand continued its slow exploration, squeezing and caressing your breast while his other hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of your hip through the nightdress, fingers teasing the hem as if asking permission to go further.
“I’ve missed spending time with you...” He rolled your nipple between his fingers, drawing another soft moan from you. “Let me make it right today”
Ohyul turned you around gently, his hands sliding to your waist. The moment you faced him, he captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. You kissed him back just as fiercely, months of frustration and longing pouring into the way your mouths moved together.
He guided you backward toward the couch slowly. The back of your legs bumped against the edge, and you both dropped down together. Ohyul settled over you, his body warm and solid between your thighs as he braced himself on his elbows.
His hands immediately pushed the thin fabric of your nightdress higher up your thighs, bunching it around your hips. He kissed you again, deeper this time, while one hand slipped back to your breasts, palming and rubbing them through the sheer material. His thumb circled your hardened nipple, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
“Take it off…” he murmured against your lips, voice rough with need.
You pulled back just enough to let him. Ohyul sat up slightly and pulled the delicate nightdress up and over your head, tossing it aside. The cool air of the apartment hit your bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his body.
He didn’t waste a second. His lips trailed lower—kissing down your jaw, your neck, until his mouth closed over one sensitive nipple. A soft moan escaped you as your back arched sharply off the couch.
Ohyul groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, circling and teasing before he sucked it into his mouth with just enough pressure to make your toes curl. His hand moved to your other breast, kneading the soft flesh firmly while his thumb rolled and pinched the neglected nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
He alternated between them—licking, sucking, and gently biting one nipple while his fingers played with the other, pinching and tugging until both peaks were swollen, glistening, and aching with sensitivity. Every pull of his mouth and twist of his fingers made you whimper and squirm beneath him.
“Oh fuck… the sounds you're making,” he murmured .“I’ve missed the way you arch for me when I touch you like this.”
Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping it tighter as the pleasure was overwhelming. His movements were rougher than usual, with the same pent-up longing you’d both been carrying.
You could feel how hard he was through his pants, pressing insistently against your inner thigh as he continued his relentless nipple play.
“Ohyul…” you gasped, back arching higher, hips rolling up against him instinctively, seeking more friction. He lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes dark with lust, lips shiny and swollen from his attention. One hand still cupped your breast, thumb lazily brushing over a glistening nipple as he spoke, voice low and strained.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” he rasped, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below your breast. But instead of waiting for words, he shifted his weight and let one hand slide down between your bodies.
His fingers teased along the edge of your panties—the only piece of clothing still separating you from him. He stroked your clothed heat with slow, deliberate pressure, rubbing the fabric against your slick folds. The friction was maddeningly light, enough to make you ache but not enough to satisfy.
“Ohyul…” you whined, voice breaking with frustration and need. Your hand reached down, fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to pull him closer. “Please… touch me there. I need you.”
A low, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, finally hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. He tossed them aside and settled more comfortably between your thighs, spreading them wider with his hands.
He didn’t tease anymore.
Two thick fingers slid through your slick folds, gathering your wetness before he pushed them inside you with one firm thrust. You cried out, back arching sharply off the couch as he immediately began pumping them. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the room soon.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” Ohyul groaned, eyes fixed on where his fingers disappeared into your heat. He curled them just right, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke.
You could barely breathe through the pleasure—each thrust of his fingers sent sparks shooting up your spine, the coil in your belly tightening rapidly. He added a third finger, stretching you deliciously as he fucked you harder with his hand, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with every deep plunge.
“So tight… so perfect,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss and bite at your inner thigh while his fingers never slowed. “Been too long since I felt you like this. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
Your moans grew louder, hips bucking wildly against his hand as the pressure built unbearably. The wet squelching sounds mixed with your desperate whimpers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Before you could tip over, Ohyul pulled his fingers out with a slick sound. You whined at the sudden emptiness, but the protest died on your lips when he lowered his head between your thighs.
He didn’t hesitate.
His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your soaked folds, tasting you thoroughly before he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked hard. At the same time, he pushed his two fingers back inside you, resuming that punishing rhythm—fucking you deep and fast while his tongue flicked and swirled around your swollen clit.
The dual sensation was too overwhelming. Ohyul groaned into your core, the vibrations sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. He ate you out like a man starved—messy, eager, and relentless—alternating between sucking your clit and thrusting his tongue inside you alongside his fingers.
Your thighs clamped around his head as the pleasure crested. “Ohyul—fuck, I’m—!”
He curled his fingers harder, sucking your clit with just the right pressure. Your orgasm crashed over you, back bowing off the couch as you came hard on his tongue and fingers. Waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body, leaving you trembling and gasping his name like a prayer. Ohyul didn’t stop— he worked you through every pulse, licking and fingering you gently as you rode it out.
He pressed one last soft kiss to your sensitive clit before lifting his head, lips shiny and swollen. His fingers slipped out of you slowly, and he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding your gaze.
“You okay?” he murmured huskily, crawling back up your body to kiss you.
His hand stroked your side soothingly, but the hard press of his erection against your thigh told you he was far from done.
⋆˚꩜⋆˚࿔ THE GLASSES STAY ON . . .
𖡎 k. ohyul x reader &&. est. relationship. fluff. you just can’t seem to get enough of ohyul’s glasses, and resort to drastic measures... all content is purely fictional!
“baby?” ohyul calls once, then twice, before he repeats your name again as he makes his third round around the small hotel room. “have you seen my contacts?”
you’re sitting on the bed pretending to read a book, though most of your focus is going into making yourself look not-guilty.
“no,” you answer dutifully, turning another page you haven’t read.
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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.
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───── IS THAT MINE? 𝜗𝜚
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
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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
⌗ kwon ohyul - you snooze, you lose
summary; when bed arrangements go wrong, ohyul spends the entire trip picking fights, clinging to you, and plotting ways to get you to himself. between stolen moments, teasing kisses, and a lack of privacy, ohyul learns that wanting you and actually getting you are two very different things.
warnings; kissing, shower moment, clingy and needy ohyul, woojin has a girlfriend, hints at sex
wc; 5,4k - requested
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the second the car doors slam shut, you already know this trip is going to be a mess, in the best way of course,
“why is it so fancy?” louis mutters, staring at the campsite in front of him,
the “tents” are.. not tents actually, they’re basically mini bungalows with actual wooden frames, little porches, and soft lighting hanging all across the area,
“this is not camping,” ryul says, “this is glamping, like for influencers and luxurious people,”
“good,” woojin chuckles, already grabbing bags, “i don’t do bugs,”
ohyul snorts, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “we know, you already scream when you see ants,”
“they move weird,” woojin defends,
you laugh, leaning into ohyul for a second before he squeezes you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head like he hasn’t seen you in years instead of just the car ride,
“carry something,” you nudge him,
“i am,” he says immediately, “you,”
“ohyul,”
but he just grins, completely unbothered,
NOTHING SERIOUS ⋆ 권오율
IN WHICH you’re a trainee for morevision’s new gg && ohyul loves sneaking around! ┊ kissing skinship sneakingaround glassesohyulagenda fwb?? banter
♫⋆.˚ now playing good luck, babe! chappell roan
the hallway outside lngshot’s dorm was pretty much silent — it was around twelve pm after all. ohyul dragged you behind him by your wrist, his hood pulled over his messy black hair.
“god, if jay dpn finds out you sneak me into the dorms he’d kill both of us,” you whispered while hiding your face in the sleeve of his hoodie.
ohyul smiled like he only found what you said amusing, his glasses moving down his nose. “i think he’d be happy for us.”
you rolled your eyes, but still followed behind him like always. that was the problem with kwon ohyul . . . he was pretty stupid, but so persuasive at the same time.
