Abusing sub Ohyul…

.ִֶָ𓂃 Loving the painful whimpers Ohyul cried directly in your ear when you torturously bounced on his cock… it being his fourth time cumming in a row inside your narrow hole. He shot blankly, empty pulses, sobbing against your shoulder at the overstimulation he allowed you to give him, his cock aching out painful contractions, shameful droplets of cum he could spare while on soft, the old cum creating a filthy white ring drying at the base of his length. “fuck…nngh’h baby please it hurts so bad”

.ִֶָ𓂃 He felt like he was about to pass out when you went for round six…this time torturing with a blow job. Already at the bottom of his frame, at his feet, you slurped up his flaccid cock into your mouth, twitching limply, you could see the muscles of his abdomen tense up, Ohyul fisted your hair. “I’m serious…give me a sec—‘mmh” you took him deeper down your throat, staring up at him with pure lust, seeing him in pain overtook all senses—making him your whiny mess was now the priority, all he could do was watch it be done to him.

.ִֶָ𓂃His favorite part? The praises. Murmuring beside his ringing ear “I know you can take it, be a good boy for me”, “…don’t you wanna please me?”, “—I know you like it rough Hyul”….your baby can’t help but give in, it only makes him a moaning mess while you fuck him like a toy that has no human limits “ahh’hg…keep going”. And don’t let it be your lips on his neck, painting raw, splotchy bruises down his thick pulse—or he’ll literally melt under you. Calling him your baby while those lips suck tight O’s over his neck, and your pussy gripping tirelessly…it’s like fuel for him to continue getting abused by you…in reality to his own benefit.

Ovulating around 2yulz 18+

They both notice how much more clingy you get— how your legs mindlessly spread more— how your thighs press together firmer than usual when you cross your legs… and realizing the ‘why’ gets them soo hard

Ohyul~

You wouldn’t let him go that day, grinding over his lap whenever you had the chance— whenever you caught him sitting anywhere. You felt like a dog in heat, so he gave in, staring at you “Gosh you’re so horny today, c’mere” then his lips crashed to yours. You whimpered desperately over a simple kiss, his cock twitched by that and he let his fingers dip below your waistband, circling your clit with his thumb as he grunted into your mouth from the way your hips jutted deeper into his touch— body language quietly begging for more. He curled two fingers in when he felt you dripping in no time, hammering them incessantly into your fluttering hole till you came pathetically in seconds. Flicking his thumb just to drag on your release— praising you softly “Came just by my fingers baby, I was only stretching you out for my cock next”.

Ryul~

The bass in his voice hit differently that day, by different you felt the low cadence of it vibrate deep in your stomach, something about the masculinity of it made you extremely horny. He tried yapping about his day…but he noticed. “…babe, you’re distracted”. Then you gave him that look, the one you’d only give when he rammed into you missionary. “You want it bad don’t you, like this?” he grinned over your cheek, now fucking you with his solid cock as he spoke dirty words against you ear— grunting deeply, knowing his voice made you clench impossibly around his veiny length, he literally felt the grip anytime a groan, a sigh, words slipped from his mouth. Hormones made your cunt squeeze him so hard and wetly that his pace had no choice but to falter, not able to hold himself up he pressed his chest over yours— cumming quicker than usual into his condom, seeds seeping the thin plastic as he panted apologies over your ear.

When Ryul doesn’t satisfy you… Ohyul will 18+

.ᐟ Whenever Ryul doesn’t eat you out properly— Ohyul is already calling you over to the emptied out dorm, sneaking toward his dark room. His lips connecting to the soft skin of your abdomen, then lower till his hands ripped off your panties, plump lips sucking feverishly over your clit just how you liked it.

.ᐟ Whenever Ryul doesn’t claim your mouth how you want it— Ohyul effortlessly devours it as his own with his gushy tongue, caressing your inner cheek with it as he tightened his fingers around your nape—deeping the kiss and along with it his tongue furthering its direction into your mouth, finishing the makeout nipping your bottom lip against his teeth, both connected by a string of saliva that causes a low growl to escape him.

.ᐟ Whenever Ryul isn’t there to keep you warm during lonely nights— Ohyul is already laying shirtless beside you in bed, pale chest flush to yours as his fingers traced absentminded circles over your back, whispering dirty secrets over your ear “I can take your mind off anything baby— he’ll never get that pussy wet like I do”.

.ᐟ Whenever Ryul can’t play with your sensitive peaks how you like it— Ohyul only swipes his pink tongue over your nipples once and immediately harden them under his slow strokes, the tip of it circling the brims as he flicks it out faster to feel the buds pointy and sharp under his care. He obviously gives your other tit all the attention it needs, squeezing the fat firm with his knuckles— thumb pressing down on the unattended nipple, he let his nail graze faintly over it making you whimper instinctively.

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Small breasted, insecure reader! x 2Yul 18+

Ohyul~

Type to love how easily you fit into his gushy mouth, how quickly he can make them harden. Soothes your insecurity by kissing your lips to shut you up, bringing his hand to squeeze at the small bundle of fat, circling his thumb over the sensitive peak “These are mine baby, you don’t get to be insecure about them”. He’ll literally worship them anytime he sees you staring at the mirror a second too long, you felt insecure till he turned you to face him—bunching your shirt and bra over, immediately dipping his head to suckled your nipples—marking bruising hickies around the flesh.

Ryul~

He’d be pisseddddd when he realizes, only because he thinks they’re perfect. They’re actually his favorite part of you, how well they blend into your frame. The type to tease your breast with his teeth, clamping hard at your fleshy nipples to get you apologizing for what you said, torturing you to take back your words. “Say it again. I dare you”. His sharp eyes glared at you, teeth clamping until you nodded your head desperately. “Good” his cold tongue circled the brim, alleviating the sting “you don’t know how good they feel on my tongue”

Make up sex— Ohyul

He tried kissing your tears away, you pushed him. He tried spooning your turned back to his chest, you pushed him. The room now buzzed with the fan above, completely silent. He hiked an arm around your waist hesitantly one last try, letting his fingers dip below your waistband, but before you even got the chance to get angry again “Please” his breath warm over the shell of your ear “I’ll do anything if you let me make you feel good” stoping at your panties, he drew soft circles over the material, right above your folds “You won baby, just let me make it up to you—you’re too pretty to cry”. That’s how you ended up giving in, letting him spoon your frame. He fucked you deep from the side that night, panties parted by his thick cock as he entered your dripping hole slowly, pace quickening for your release with his thumb flicking your clit as he apologized repeatedly each slapping stroke. The loud creak of his bed-frame overtaking the previous silent war.

ꫂ᭪݁ Young gf!reader pressing Ryul over wrong lyrics. “Noona-holic” Fluff ‎ ꫂ᭪݁

“ ‘Noona-holic’ baby? That’s not even what I wrote—. Cutting him off “I know…Good. I’m rapping it that way… but seriously Ryul, you know I’m younger” you glared at him. Ryul only giggled and hugged you, making you fall to his lap on his studio chair. “I said they aren’t the lyrics, don’t sing that if it pisses you off.” He made you straddle him “Sure... Who’s the noona hm?” You persisted, tilting his chin to look at your furrowed brows. He crashed his lips onto you, shutting you up immediately “there is none” Ryul spoke against your mouth rubbing soothing circles over your sides with his palms “I have you only, not any noona”. You broke the kiss, arms crossed “Fine. But the lyrics sounded awfully like it Ryul.” “And they’re Not.” his broad shoulders engulfed you in another, tighter hug “also, don’t change the topic” he added, grinning mischievously “let’s talk about those rap skills you got” he snorted, tone low and teasing over the shell of your ear swatting his arm “Hey! I know I suck!”

༝༝Riding their face—Subby 2yul 18+༝༝

Ryul~

After begging you for hours, kneeled on the mattress beside you—hands clasped together as his needy voice broke pathetically, you’d finally give in. Ryul darted his tongue out feverishly before you even lowered fully, hoisting his trembling hands on your hips he pushed you down against his slick tongue—fucking your tight hole desperately and licking at anything he could swallow up as he moaned low into your cunt. You felt his tears mix in with his saliva and your wetness, helping your clit glide over his slippery nose.

Ohyul~

He was already kneeled as the front door opened with your arrival, pleading that he didn’t care how salty you’d taste, how sweaty you were—he need it. Riding his face on the floor, he didn’t even bother to go for the room, making you ride his nose on the front doors floor—back of his head aching painfully but it didn’t come close to the pleasurable submission he felt, sucking at your hole he helped you swipe your pulsing clit over his pretty nose, hands guiding your ass. The supple flesh of his lips brought you over the edge when he pouted them out purposefully, sucking like his life depended on it .

༝༝Thigh riding 2yul 18+༝༝

The way neither of them would let their hands drift apart from your waist, hoisting their fingers firmer and hungrily pushing your clit down to chafe against the hard muscle of their thighs relentlessly. Definitely would like it when you ride their thighs bare, especially wearing shorts around the house purposefully to get you to ride them on the living room couch, knowing their meaty thighs tempted you. Ryul with his bruising grip on your ass cheeks, Ohyul with his knuckles wrapped tight around your supple breasts, both rocking you faster with their fingers occasionally assisting rough circles over your clit, moaning deeply alongside every reaction they’d coaxed out of you. Eventually 2yul end up in only their boxers, moving you to dry hump their boner directly on your soaking pussy, letting the cock head slide out their Calvin waistband and catch on your clit, smearing thick pre-cum all over your cunt. Ending up shooting their cum so far it lands on the hardness of their lean abdomen, dripping down that steep v-line they both have, hot cream treading down and coating their lengthy cocks till it turned flaccid, pressed flush against your fleshy folds.

༝༝Possessive 2yul 18+༝༝

Don’t even get me starteddd!!! Ryul would def get handsy and shoot death glares whenever he senses ‘boy code’ of a dude acting overly friendly. Whether that be a hand on your thigh, pulling you closer by your waist, placing sly kisses along your neck as he stared deadpanned at the guy. The type to eat you out later and tease the fuck outta your clit with his perfect teeth, clamping them around the pulsing flesh until you yelped, then he’d suck it back into his mouth and soothe the sharp pain with his warm tongue while sporting a cocky grin. Prying your thighs apart to plunge his tongue torturously deeper into your narrow hole.

Ohyul feels like the type to get jealous easier and not afraid to show it. Gets needier, pouting whenever your attention shifts away from him, tilting your chin back to him with an innocent look—but it’s like there’s an undercurrent of him getting revenge when you two get home. Soon as you arrived he pushed you down on the bed, holding your release the whole night till you begged him to let you finish around his lengthy fingers. His grin would only get wider the more desperate you sounded, mocking your whimpers as he muffled them all with his mouth. kisses would turn rougher, needing to leave your lips splotchy, bruised—claiming them as his only.