#itzy fic

[nr1chaedickrider]

"you're taking it so well for me, baby."

she emphasizes the petname in a teasing tone, praising you as you grip her shoulder, your nails digging into her skin.

the burning sensation your nails leave on her skin turns ryujin on even more.

the back of her head hits the wall as she looks up to you.

"you look so pretty for me"

"on my lap like such a pretty girl"

you let out another moan, getting used to the stretch as you finally start moving.

"mhm fuck-" you moan out, not being able to keep eye contact with her as you throw your head back.

it all started with a simple photo yuna posted.

which turned into a steamy make out on the couch.

and now you're riding her strap.

she still has her jeans on, the black adidas sports bra fits tightly on her chest.

"look at me my love" she whispers, placing soft kisses on your neck.

you move your head to her command, looking at her.

she starts grinning, her hands on your waist.

"god you're so pretty"

"kinda wish i could show you off to everyone."

she thrusts her hip up, making you scream a little.

"fuck ryu- im gonna-"

"gonna cum for me my love? come on, do it. wanna see you finish all over me."

you keep riding her, nails still scratching her, for a moment you even think you saw some blood.

you lean forward and kiss her, moaning into her mouth as you cum all over her.

"maybe we should finally take this to the bedroom, hm?" she whispers.

[fellominaarcher]

Would you mind doing nsfw headcannons for ryujin from itzy? I love ur works btw!

♯┆ NSFW HEADCANNONS FOR RYUJIN .ᐟ

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⤷ ANONNN YOU ASKED FOR IT AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!

⤷ It gets progressively dirty ig

⤷ Ryujin x fem!reader

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1. The confidence is criminal

Ryujin knows she's hot and knows exactly what she's doing with you when she leans in close to grab your chin and she murmurs, “You missed me?” like she hasn't left you soaked from her voice alone. Smirking? Always. Neck kisses? She lives there.

2. Backseat Queen

She loves taking you in the car, BACKSEAT, tinted windows, AC to the max cos y'all are gonna make it HOT, sensual RnB songs playing from the car speakers and seats pushed back enough just for you to ride her while she tugs on your hair, “God, you're so good...”

3. Slow Teasing in Public

That hand on your thigh? Creeps up slowly under tables. That smirk when you’re trying to focus on a convo? Evil. She whispers filth in your ear just to watch you squirm and then says, "Don't embarrass yourself, baby."

4. “Sit On My Face” Energy

She has absolutely told you to sit on her face like it’s your goddamn throne and she does not stop until your legs are shaking, tears are in your eyes, and you’re pushing her head away only for her to grab your thighs and pull you right back.

5. Morning After Menace

Wakes up horny, clingy, and needy. Slides her hand between your thighs half-asleep and gets rougher the more you moan. Sometimes doesn’t even let you leave bed until she’s had her fill, twice. Evil.

6. Phone Sex Queen

When she’s on tour, she’ll FaceTime you and circle her fingers on her clit while watching you touch yourself, she's completely unashamed. Mutters “Fucking miss this pussy,” and begs you to “Keep the camera there, yeah baby, don’t stop, fuck.” Goddamn ittttt.

7. Possessive but Quietly

Leaves hickeys where your stylist won’t see. Low growls in your ear like, “You’re mine, yeah?” while her fingers are inside you, knuckle-deep and curling just right. She won’t even let you cum until you say it back. Abusing that very needy cunt of yours.

8. Dirty Talk Queen

Her mouth is absolutely foul during sex. She’ll degrade you in the filthiest ways:

“My needy little cumdump,”

“You act so innocent in public, but the way you cream on my cock (or strap) says otherwise,”

“Open wider. I want to see that pretty mouth drool around me.”

“You wouldn't know your pussy could feel this good,”

9. Marking You Up

Hickeys, scratches, bite marks on your thighs, her name written in permanent marker just above your clit... yeah, she’s obsessed with making sure people know who you belong to ;((

10. Switch with a Dom Lean

Ryujin LOOVESSSS control. She’ll let you take the reins every now and then, but her natural state is pinning you down, one hand around your throat, smirking against your lips as she murmurs, “You’re mine, yeah?”

11. Pillow Princess? Pleaseee!

You thought Ryujin would lay back and enjoy. Nope. She wants your legs over her shoulders, your body shaking from overstimulation, her tongue ruthless and precise until you’re writhing and begging her to stop but she won’t until you squirt, her favorite prize.

12. G!p Ryujin?

Oh baby.... When she straps it on (or magically grows it, up to you), she’s relentless. Slow strokes just to tease you, then sudden hard thrusts that leave your voice cracking. She grips your hips hard, leaving bruises as she pounds into you from behind, murmuring, “That tight little pussy’s made for me.”

13. Mirror Play

Ryujin loves watching. She’ll bend you over in front of a mirror and fuck you from behind while making you stare at your wrecked expression. “Look at how pretty you are for me. Such a slutty little thing.”

14. Lingerie Killer

She’ll buy you the skimpiest black lace sets... only to rip them off. “That was cute. Shame it had to die.” She likes you naked, begging, and collared.

15. Aftercare Surprises

After completely wrecking you, she becomes soft, gentle and she rubs your thighs, kisses your forehead, and offers snacks or a bath. But she still teases: “You looked so cute crying for me…”

[rryeongchaes]

DLC 🔞 - a taste of your lips

[word count: 6,003]

A pair of foreign hands so close to Yeji’s neck, where just last week, they delved deeper into some play and she had Yeji like a mess of putty in her hands. She knows how sensitive that whole area is, and decided to make a nice home for herself there. She loves pressing her lips against her neck and has wholeheartedly lost count of the times she’s suppressed the urge to bite down.

She wants to be the one to fasten it on Yeji, to have her stay still and obedient as she takes her sweet time tightening and buckling it, and have her gasping into her ear when she inevitably tugs on it.

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[ddeongies]

simple

childhood friends (with benefits), angst & smut, non-linear narrative, a lil toxic a lil spicy | 4.2k words 🔞

Yeji always comes back, and they always come back to this. To confident hands pulling Ryujin’s shirt over her head, to undone belt buckles and tripping out of their pants, to lips meeting again, harder this time, desperate.  Ryujin moans, she sighs, she rolls her hips. She throws her head back to let Yeji paint the skin of her neck with purpling bruises. She’s feral as ever. Laying claim to what isn’t hers. (What never has been, what always will be).  But maybe Ryujin can be hers again. For the night at least. And maybe again and again after this until Yeji finally falls too fast for a pretty girl over coffee and they go back to being friends who don’t do this.

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[aebinspa]

i wanna know

PAIRING: ryujin x y/n reader

GENRES: fluff, girlfriend!ryujin, they love to paint, they are just so in love with each other !!

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! very short little thing i wrote with ryujin as the main character to cheer up my soul. nothing too complicated like everything i write on the train! :)

The little house in the mountains was located in a spot that allowed the sun to come in without being stopped by trees of any kind. The large windows, moreover, had allowed to the creation of a democratic space that connected nature with the only artificial structure within a few kilometers.

“Ryujin, pass me the yellow!” “It’s finished, love”

You and Ryujin, far from the traffic of the big city once a month, took your girlfriend’s car to reach her family’s mountain house. The great fortune was that Ryujin was incredibly rich, materially and in spirit. Sometimes you stopped to observe her, while the light illuminated her face, and you were grateful for living that life with her.

“How’s my portrait coming?” Ryujin suddenly asked you. That day you had decided to make portraits of each other. You didn’t know how to paint like a professional, but you knew how to give each color an emotion.

“Do I have to be honest?” you asked. “Yes!” Ryujin peeked out from the canvas and looked at you with furrowed brows. “It's awful. I’m more of a still-life artist.” “You and those damn flowers!”

Ryujin stood up and picked up the canvas. Then he showed you what he had just finished painting. What was supposed to be a portrait, as you had agreed at the beginning, turned out to be a huge sunflower in a flowery field. It's not technically perfect, but it's packed with meaning.

“Why?” “You’re my sunflower. Then you love flowers and -” You stood up quickly and kissed her. Ryujin’s painting fell to the ground and so did yours, after being hit by the sharp sunflower.

“Your portrait came out terribly” Ryujin returned the kiss, smiling between kisses. “I can’t believe you forced me to paint a portrait while you were quietly making a flower.”

Ryujin tucked the stray lock of hair behind your ear and kissed you one last time before picking up the paintings that had fallen to the floor. After putting them back in their place, she turned towards you.

“Y/n” “Tell me,” you replied. “I'm painting my favorite flower. It’s still a portrait of you.”

[mxl633]

only you

Shin Yuna x Reader

Synopsis: On a city date , Yunas possessiveness flares as strangers eye her girlfriend,Y/N.She made it clear that she’s taken with tender,possessive kisses showing her deep love and protection

Warnings: POSSESSIVE YUNAAA , no angst no smut,the end is cute!

A/n:first time posting my writings..

The neon lights of the city cast a soft glow over the streets as you and Yuna strolled hand-in-hand through the crowd. She held your hand a little tighter than usual tonight, her fingers lacing through yours possessively. It was as if she were daring anyone to get too close.

“You know,” Yuna murmured, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, “I don’t love the way people keep staring at you.”

You laughed, tilting your head up to meet her intense gaze. “What? It’s just people walking by, Yu,” you said, though your cheeks flushed from the attention.

Yuna came to a sudden stop, pulling you closer, her eyes narrowing. “Still, I don’t like it.” Her voice was low, her usual playful tone replaced by something softer, deeper. She placed a hand on your cheek, tracing her thumb gently over your skin. “You’re mine, Y/N.”

You shivered at her touch, heart beating a little faster. “I think everyone already knows that,” you whispered, feeling a blush creep up as she leaned in. Her lips brushed against yours, warm and soft, a gentle yet possessive kiss that seemed to say everything she didn’t.

When she pulled away, her eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Good. Because you’re not going anywhere,” she said, almost a little smug.

Your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but grin as you leaned into her. “Only if you keep kissing me like that.”

She laughed, pulling you even closer. "Gladly, babe." And with that, she leaned in for another kiss, this one longer, deeper, her grip on your waist firm, as if she was making sure you’d never slip away.

[inyunjin]

say bye-bye (to boring days)

🔞 ITZY - Hwang Yeji/Shin Ryujin - 5223 words 🔞

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Yeji starts slow, lazy. The fingers on Ryujin’s stomach grow legs and learn intent, walking themselves across the exposed patch of skin with purpose. Her head slowly drifts up, off Ryujin’s chest, before spelunking into the crevice of her neck and shoulder. It’s an easy adjustment, one that makes Ryujin tilt her head back on reflex alone. She lives there for a bit, covering the smaller girl like a blanket, before she goes further with her plan. A swift kiss to her neck and an even faster response from Ryujin – the smallest, slightest of hitches in her breath. Yeji notices because she notices everything about Ryujin. She kisses her again, this time transitioning the kiss into the brush and nuzzle of her nose against the skin of her neck. Yeji feels it in Ryujin’s stomach this time, the small tense and hardening of it before it relaxes. But she doesn’t let it relax for long. Her fingers cross the boundary of Ryujin’s shirt to the cool skin beneath it. Her nails walk along the pavement of her torso, leaving shivers as footsteps in their wake. Her lips grow more daring, her kisses more forceful, her tongue and teeth joining in as reinforcements on the assault on Ryujin’s neck. “Yeddeong…” “Yes, Ryuddaeng?” The last part of her name comes out as a hot breath, causing Ryujin to shudder beneath the feeling. “What’re you doing?”

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[whotfislai]

Ok Ok Ok Ok | itzy, yeji.

pairing "ok ok ok ok" hwang yeji & "la la la la la la la la" gn reader

genre fluff, yeji being the BEST bestfriend everr, carefree reader lmao, yeji enabling your lazy behavior

doei speaks! i want yeji as my bestfriendddd ++ dividers came from im4yeons <3

"yejiiiiiiiii, this is saur boring!!" you groaned, tossing your copy of Romeo and Juliet on the bed. this is not how you wanted to spend the last week of summer, HELL NO!!

if your annoyingly boring bestie didn't FORCE you into reading, you would've been binging your favorite depressing anime, NANA. but no, instead you're reading Romeo and Juliet.

yeji rolled her eyes at your childish remark, letting out a small sigh. "sometimes you can be real lazy, (yn)."

you grinned. "oh, and you can't be? actually nevermind, you're a fucking robot of course not."

she giggled at you, her eyes squinting in a way that to you, resembled a cat. but ever since you convinced her to let you dye her hair orange, she's looked more fox-like.

yeji put a bookmark in her copy to save her page: 450 out of 480. you didn't need to save your page however, why save page 30?

she turned her head towards you on the bed, and stared at you. whenever she looked at you this way, you seriously felt as if she was a robot. (but lowkey, she might be i meannn 👀)

yeji folded her arms, "if you really don't feel like reading, don't."

the way you tilted your head in confusion let her know she needed to follow up. she held her hand out signaling your to be quiet.

"i'll read it, give you a summary, and then help you write the book report. simple."

... ... ...

"REALLY YEJIIII!! I LOVE YOU SAURRR MUCH YOU'RE AMAZING!!" you shouted happily, throwing your body closer to her, giving her a warm embrace. she was caught off-guard at first, but soon warmed up to it, hugging you back.

"but remember (yn), if there's a quiz on this i'm not bailing you out."

you nodded your head, "of course not! awwh, yeji thank you!!"

she smiled, letting go of you to which you did the same. as she lifted her book up, opening it to page 450, she muttered one final thing.

"anyways, don't you have an anime to be watching?"

and with that you leapt up from the bed, rushing downstairs to her living room.

but while turning on your show, you realized two things.

yeji is the bestest bestfriend you could ask for.

aaannndd she'd probably make you pay her back somehow (but that's a problem for a later date😃!)

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i probably will expand on this whole "ok ok ok"/ "la la la" thing with other idols (in a better way) but i realized i haven't written something in a while and felt bad abt that....

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3!

[lonewolflink]

Wheel, Snipe, Celly

Ryujin was surprised, but delighted, to discover that Yeji played in the bedroom the way she played on the ice: with tenacity, accuracy, and a touch of flair. -- the ryeji college hockey au

Chapter 15 Preview As they glided side by side, Yeji nudged Ryujin with her elbow. “Well, mystery solved, I guess. You jerk.” Ryujin snickered. "What mystery?" Yeji shot her an exasperated look. “You transferred here for Yuna, right?” Ryujin’s stomach tightened. Her smile didn’t falter, but it went tight-lipped, restrained. “Yeah,” she said after a beat. “Something like that.” Yeji’s eyes narrowed, the gears turning behind them. “Something like that?” she repeated. “So, not that?”  A beat of silence passed between them. Yeji groaned dramatically. “Oh my god, are you gonna be broody and mysterious about this all year just because?” Ryujin smiled, but didn’t take the bait. Instead, as they reached center ice and the team started to settle, she gave Yeji a little wink and spoke again, voice lilting with amusement. “Hush, captain. Practice is starting.”

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✨chapter 15✨

Prequel - Smoke Signals (2yeon)

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[just4jinx]

twilight temptations

— wlw, rich!ryujin x stripper!reader, nsfw/nsft smut

you’re a stripper at the ‘starlight lounge’ and notice ryujin’s hungry gaze on you during your set. will she approach you for a chat or even more private services?

warnings: intentional all lower case, dom!ryu, possible ceo!ryu, kinda mean!ryu, sub!reader, humiliation, fingering, public sex, squirting, degradation, some praise. slight slapping (not on face, just body), no aftercare.

word count: 2.3k

“yeah, i wanna know what its like,

baby, show me what it’s like.”

you follow the melody with your feet before your hips, swaying them in a figure of eight as you slide down the pole. one hand is on the pole above your head, the other being slowly dragged down your body, just about ending by your covered core. you naturally scanned the crowd you had gathered for any tippers. it doesn’t usually take long to rack up some money; you’re up there with the best at the starlight lounge, your popularity soaring with each performance. the club is dimly lit, hues of reds and pinks highlighting the bar and dancers to avert everyones gaze accordingly. high end is one way to describe this place. for a strip club its most certainly on the more expensive end of the spectrum — plush seating, wine red velvet drapes, and large mirrors adorning the place.

you’re widely known for being the cocky, almost bitchy personality amongst all the performers here. but of course, that’s the complete opposite of who you really are, but somehow men dig women that would rather die than give them the time of day. you are performing at the end of the day. approximately three songs on your playlist come to an end when you notice the money piling up on the main stage. you definitely have enough for both your apartment bills and your next set of acrylic nails.

‘gentrify by da vosk docta’ begins to fill the room when you notice a woman leaving the bar and setting her eyes on you. surprisingly enough she walks to your stage, blatantly ignoring the others close by. your eyes remain firm on her as she makes herself comfy in one of the seats with a cute little table beside it, setting down her drink of what looks like vodka and lemonade. the woman’s gaze is cold yet hungry, and it’s almost as if you’re trying to catch her blinking. shooting her a slight smirk felt like the right thing to do before continuing the performance, her eyes almost burning into your skin.

you quickly notice her leaning closer to the stage with money between two fingers, wafting it slightly to get your attention. you quickly lean down and begin to seductively crawl on your hands and knees towards her, pressing your breasts together with your arms as you move. as if to keep up your fake act you reach up to snatch the money out of her hand but she only snaps her hand back faster than you can blink. you’re certain you heard her over the music tut at you, and she only lets you take the money after mouthing ‘sorry.’

you roughly shove the money down your bra just enough to keep it safe until your performance is over, teasingly pushing up your tits a couple times. no matter who came forward, this random woman stood out above them all. your flirtatious move only makes a smirk naturally appear on her face, noticing her adjust herself in her seat. as you lick your soft lips, you kneel down in front of the pole and slowly run your hands up your body towards your hair. you need to put a show on for this mysterious women.. there’s just something about her which undoubtedly turns you on, despite how unprofessional that is. maybe its her vibe or the suit she’s wearing- or honestly just everything. you’re minutes away from your dance ending so you simply couldn’t care less. this woman just tripled your income as if it was nothing.

“ah, already?” you think to yourself as the last song comes to an end, playfully shooting a shooing motion to the crowd like they’d expect from your character before collecting the rest of your money and walking off stage. you moved your hips like a model while you stepped towards the dressing room backstage, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you collapsed on a spare black lounger against the wall. the next girl to replace you was blonde and just as feminine as you, waving her off and untucking all the bills from the hems of your outfit. (which is probably as skimpy as it gets before it crosses a line.)

“how much?” the slightly deep voice practically echoes around the room after a minute of pure silence, the sound of a door clicking shut following it. your head shoots up, your eyes now set on the woman from the crowd. you don’t want to be rude, but she simply cannot be back here. “for what?”

“lap dance.” her response was as blunt as it gets, her gaze somehow even more hungry than before. although, you can’t blame her, you did go the extra mile to impress her tonight. followed by your head tilting to one side was a sudden frown, deeply inhaling before speaking.

“it’s usually $50 for 15 minutes. well- that’s what i’ve heard…” you’re never given one before, but that doesn’t mean people haven’t asked. it’s always gross men that would be happy with any woman here so getting out of it is light work. the woman only nods in response, swinging the door back open and holding it for you. not wanting to lose her during such a busy hour, you lightly grip her wrist and lead her towards the room made for these types of activities. there’s multiple lined up to one side of the building, all of which closed off with sliding doors for privacy, thank god.

the woman in the suit takes no time to sit down, leaning back before adjusting herself in her seat like before, manspreading like she owned the place. she seems like she could afford it, anyways. it’s always the same playlist that surrounds the lap dance booths, anyone inside luckily unable to hear the booming music from the main rooms outside. at least you can actually hear each others voices in here.

you begin your routine you most definitely made up on the spot, letting your bra straps fall below your shoulders as you turn your back to her, your ass now hovering over her lap. you begin swaying while simultaneously bending forward until you feel a firm grip on your hips which immediately make you freeze. with zero hesitation the woman pushes you down onto her, her nails digging into your skin so hard there’s no way it won’t leave a mark for a while.

“hey- you’re not allowed to touch, okay?” you yelp, trying to resist but failing. this woman is way too strong for you, you can’t even comprehend it. god she’s so hot, but this is so wrong… you could easily get fired for this if someone sees.

“i couldn’t help myself. look at you.” theres no way she’s being serious right now. your head immediately turns to look at her but being in your peripheral will have to do for now. the feeling of her hands on your bare skin is more than you’ve felt from anyone in a long, long time, and it’s driving you crazy. so simple yet so effective. you part your lips once more to start off your response with a shaky sigh, your hands resting on her thighs to support yourself the best you could. “alright, this is fine… but nothing else.” how weak, you can’t even keep to the rules for the first woman to put her skin against yours. tut tut.

“so, this isn’t fine?” her voice trails off at the end, jumping slightly when you feel her cold hands make their way up your body to cup your breasts. you don’t even know what to say at this point, your mind has turned foggy within seconds and theres no reversing it. “come on, pretty girl.” you squeeze your legs close due to the name she called you and your head drops, feeling a million things alongside both arousal and embarrassment in this moment. “i dont even know your name.”

“shin ryujin, baby.” her voice is now lower than before, her hot breath against the back of your neck making you shiver. naturally you give her your name in response but she squeezes your tits to cut your sentence short, claiming she knows who you are because shes been watching you from afar for days without you knowing. a soft whimper fills the room due to ryujin’s touch, a deep pink shade immediately flushing over your cheeks in embarrassment. once you feel her lips pressing sloppy kisses to your back and shoulders, you don’t even try to fight her undoing your bra, letting it fall to the ground with ease.

you decide to lean back into her and closely watch her dominant hand make her way to your core. teasingly, she runs her index finger across your clit from over your panties as light as possible, naturally making you buck up your hips as if to search for more friction. she continues to run light circles around it while taking one of your nipples between her thumb and finger with her free hand, your breathing hitching in response. you want to protest that this is wrong but it just feels too good to stop. you both want this.

“ryujin, please-“ you keep your voice as quiet as a whisper despite the room being soundproof, knowing you either need to stop this now or make it as quick as possible to refrain from someone coming to look for you. ryujin only hums in response, now twisting your nipple while pushing your panties to one side, the cold air against your pussy making you hiss. her fingers tease your entrance for a few moments, afterwards bringing up her hand to show you the string of your slick attached, a dark chuckle leaving ryujin’s lips.

“so wet for me already, baby.” she growled into your ear, slapping at your tit before sliding one finger into your entrance without any warning, making you audibly gasp and melt into her, a string of curse words escaping your lips already.

ryujin licked a strip up your neck with her tongue, now beginning to pump her fingers in and out of your aching cunt, not giving you a single second to adjust to it. as her pace increases the palm of her hand slaps against your clit, making you whine out loud in pleasure. “fuck- oh my god!” it’s not long until a second finger is added, your sweet noises shamelessly filling the room. ryujin groans the second she feels you clench around her fingers, not expecting you to get so close so soon but she honestly finds it cute.

“oh baby, you’re so needy..” the woman purs against your ear as she notices you begin to squirm on top of her, whining once more at her tone. her lips curl up against your soft skin, lightly laughing once she realises its most likely been over the 15 minute time slot. “wouldn’t it be a shame if someone walked in right now?” ryujin began to speak between your high pitched moans, “they’d see how much of a slut you are, huh?” you can only whine and tense up in response, a nod quickly following. whatever ryujin said or wanted you were eager to agree and oblige — everything about this was just so unbelievably hot you couldn’t hold yourself back whatsoever.

“that’s it, princess. aww, i bet you feel sooo good..” the other woman continued to tease, her left hand still groping your breast for extra simulation. the idea of someone finding you getting fucked by a stranger on the job only turns you on more. hell, you’d probably let them join in at this rate. the only thing present in your mind is getting fucked senseless, and god it feels amazing.

ryujin’s palm continues to slap into your clit as she thrusts her fingers into you, each harsh tap against it bringing you closer and closer to your climax. you’re so sensitive it’s insane, suddenly gripping onto the other woman’s wrist in a failed attempt to slow her down. as your chest rises and falls more rapidly than even a few moments ago, your eyes squeeze shut and your back arches up against her chest. “fuck im gonna- im so close!” your moans quickly turn into screams and your walls clench around ryujin’s fingers as you reach your climax, unexpectedly squirting all over her hand and the floor beneath you both. she made sure to fuck you the entire time you came on her lap, ending it with a few slaps to your swollen, sensitive cunt which only made you twitch and beg for her to stop. after a couple moments she moved her hands away, even the one from your tits, silently watching you push a little more squirt out despite the lack of touch.

“fuck, baby..” ryujin practically moaned as she spoke, moving her right hand up and towards your lips, hovering over them to ask for entrance before sticking two fingers in your mouth. “lick them clean, good girl. how do you taste?” god, she was driving you crazy. since your mind is still foggy all you can do to reply is whine and suck the fingers she fucked you with completely clean, eyes still closed in pure ecstasy. she’ll take that as a yes.

she luckily lets you catch your breath before lightly patting at your thigh to get you to stand up, looking down at the mess you made before turning to you with a fake sympathy frown. “poor girl has to clean on the job too.” she teased, taking her wallet out of the back pocket of her suit trousers and handing you another $100, leaving you completely stunned and numb yet still desperate for more.

“same time next week?”

[ryejifics]

Dance practice

Type: fluff

Ryujin x idol reader

"Ugh!" You groaned. You've been trying to get this dance right for 5 hours now. Over and over, you did it again. You kept messing up the footwork, and you knew you needed to have this down for your comeback next month. You turned the music on replaying it from the start. You were getting into the music, suddenly the door opened. You didn't realize it until you finished and heard clapping. Startled, you turned to see shin ryujin. She was the most gorgeous, jaw dropping woman you've ever seen. The only downside was you knew she was a flirt. You've liked her since your trainee days, ever since the day she pointed out your shoes were untied. The day she shook your hand and introduced yourself.

Flashback:

"Excuse me, ma'am. Your shoes untied." She looked at you concerned. "Since you're dancing its a little dangerous. What if you fall and get hurt?" She bent down and tied it for you. When she finally got back up she introduced herself. "I'm Shin Ryujin, I'm also a trainee." After a little conversation she walked off and got back to practicing.

End of flashback.

"Great job, y/n!" She smiled. "You looked great." Snapping you out of your trance, you quickly mumble a thank you and try not to look at her for too long. She started practicing as well for the new Itzy comeback. You watched her perfect the moves in the mirror. As you failed yet another attempt, you groaned loudly. Ryujin watched you practice, so she knew some of the steps. "I think I get what you're trying to do. Here." She looked at you for consent before slowly putting her hands on your waist. She guided you through the dance and showed you the footwork. You tried to hide your blushing cheeks when she looked at you with her whisker dimples. You cracked a few jokes, so it was less awkward, and every time she smiled, you couldn't help but melt. Next thing you knew, the distraction was too much, and you fell. "Ah!" You stumbled over and fell to the ground. Ryujin was quick to pick you up, asking a billion times if you were hurt. "Are you okay?" She brushed you off and took a look at your knee. Once she saw it was bleeding a little, she grabbed the first aid kit and helped you. She pulled out a cream and applied it to your knee to clean it. After she grabbed some bandaid options. "Hmm, kitten or puppy?" You gave her your response excitedly, and she gently put the bandaid on. She also grabbed you an ice pack and laid you on the chair. She held it against your knee and found many ways to make you laugh. After a while, it was getting late. She grabbed her things. "You know.. I really enjoyed my time with you, but I don't want this night to end just yet. Would you maybe want to grab dinner?" Did THE shin ryujin ask you out?? You thought quickly before replying with "Well.. I am pretty hungry. Sure, why not?"

The two of you walked down the streets of Seoul to a nice restaurant she knew about. "The city lights are pretty, but they'll never shine as bright as your eyes." When she said this to you, you didn't even know what to say. You took a minute before finally saying thank you and how much you liked her whisker dimples. You two walked into the restaurant and sat down. After a while, she signaled something to the waiter. The waiter came back with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Ryujin! How did you know I liked these?" She smiled brightly, saying,"Lucky guess?" When really she asked your best friend, Yunjin. Ryujin has liked you for a long time. She always got caught staring when you walked by. Sure, she usually flirted with girls, but it was because she didn't think she had a chance with you.

"Y/n.. I've been meaning to ask you something. I know I'm a flirt with other people and that you might think badly of me because of it. But I actually really like you, I'd love to get to know you and maybe in the future be your girlfriend."

You looked at her shocked. You didn't know what to say. You thought about it as she nervously waited for an answer. "Y/n?.."

To be continued!

[hwangyeddeongie]

hey twin i was curious if yk any yeji ryujin and lia fics because im lwk going crazy thinking about that one vlive of them

hello hello! apologies for my late reply, i've been super swamped with exams

hmmmm i don't read much ryejisu BUT i do know @ddeongies and @lonewolflink both got the ryejisu brain worms so they might be able to help! (i know ddeongies is cooking up something for the ryejisuists so keep an eye out for that)

[mikyaht]

⋆ Te amar é uma escolha, não te esquecer também. - Lia & Ryujin, Itzy. ɞ

￫ não baixe !! = Disponível para doação.

￫ se inspirou? dê os créditos.

⌗ eu queria uma pegada mais "triste" ou algo do tipo, e acho que consegui! 🤍

[rryeongchaes]

DLC 🔞 - for your heart only

[words: 9,522]

Chaeryeong’s breath quickens and she leans back, trying to hide the way her heartbeat starts thumping against her ribcage. She puts on a teasing tone to mask her excitement in case she’s getting ahead of herself. “Are you asking me out, Hwang Yeji?”

There’s a little nervous tug at the corner of Yeji’s lips as she reaches to smooth down a stray flyaway. Chaeryeong takes a shaky breath, she doesn’t know if her heartbeat is threatening to spiral out of control from that little gesture or if it’s the possibility of a date. Yeji smiles and Chaeryeong almost dissolves at the quick cheek kiss she manages to sneak in, “Yes.”

OR Chaeryeong navigates her feelings with a little push from Ryujin, and unpacks what Yeji means to her.

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[ddeongies]

you’re a daydream

established relationship, fluff & smut, service top hwang yeji, ryu is hot and yeji is horny idk, they’re in love your honor | word count: 5,337 🔞

The first taste, as always, is electric. Ryujin is sensitive and dripping wet. Yeji drags her tongue up her cunt, nice and slow, and is rewarded with the sound of Ryujin keening, the feeling of fingers tangling into her hair and pulling her close. Soon enough, Ryujin is practically fucking herself on Yeji’s tongue, her thighs shaking in her grip and throaty moans falling from her lips with every rock of her hips. Yeji holds on for dear life, groans against her, laps at her cunt whenever she’s able. She’s drowning in Ryujin, in her warm, salty heat, in the press of her thighs, in the way the skirt brushes against the backs of her hands from time to time.  Yeji notices the way her own hips cant upwards, desperately seeking the negligible friction from her soaking boxers. She keeps one hand firm on Ryujin’s thigh as she slides the other down into her boxers. She barely registers the press of her own fingers on her clit, a means to an end as she focuses all of her attention on fucking Ryujin just right.  “Fuck, baby, I’m—fuck,” Ryujin pants, “Please.”

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[aebinspa]

be there for you

PAIRING: lia x y/n reader

GENRES: fluff, a little bit of angst, a little bit suggestive in the end, they have known each other since high school but then they lose contact, they are two grown women, reader is a bit shy, jisu is sweet, they were enemies but only in the eyes of others, jisu is the singing teacher of reader, reader loves to sing, they get drunk and then…

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! so i’m practicing my writing hoping it will get better and better! LIA IS SO BACK YASSSS!!!!!!

The greatest gift nature gave you was to give a celestial voice. A voice that however needed to be trained. From the tender age of six, pushed by the strong will of your mother who saw in you the same light that she had seen in herself, you practiced in the school choir, took private lessons, and then also dedicated yourself to the theater, to then go on to spend half of your adolescence in musicals.

Now, amid adult life, you had no choice but to choose the cheapest and easiest path to take: graduate in something you had not yet understood, work in the remaining free time and after dinner, every Thursday, gather together with people of all ages to take a singing course with Choi Jisu.

And on a Thursday evening, when you were the victim of an atrocious sore throat, you still decided to show up for the course. You took the tram and managed to arrive early for the meeting; you immediately recognized the kind lady who greeted you and rushed to hug her.

“Good evening, how are you? Everything OK? Ah yes, a sore throat. I can’t do anything about it” She was an old lady who was all about cuddling and chatting and did nothing but bombard you with questions. The location of the course was very nice, although to enter you had to go down some very steep stairs. The interior was the real gem: an entire room that was used as a dance hall in the morning and became a place for singing in the evening. The lessons often lasted for hours and therefore the place was also perfectly soundproofed.

Little by little, everyone started to arrive: adults, old and young. She was the last to arrive. Sometimes she would arrive with messy raven hair and huge sweatshirts, other times - when she was more relaxed and you could see her smile right away - she would wear a shirt and cigarette pants that she always paired with red heels. That day she showed up with messy hair and a simple outfit. And immediately you couldn't help but wonder how the woman who made your heart beat was doing.

The lesson went on without any problems, but you couldn’t help but notice how your singing teacher’s mood was never the same. Something must have happened to her. You also noticed how after staring at her for a long time she gave you a dirty look, to which you responded with a questioning look.

Because yes, you and Choi Jisu had known each other since high school. She had made it in the world of singing and you hadn’t. You had always been in love with her, but you couldn’t confess by the end of high school and your paths diverged; when you discovered the abyss of success between the two of you, you stopped even thinking about the idea of ​​meeting her again. Everything was in vain: after ten years you signed up for a singing course sponsored by a terrible poster, where you initially hadn’t seen the raven girl’s name written in small letters, and the shock of your first meeting after a decade didn’t manage to make a single sound come out of your mouth.

Now, two years after that last fateful meeting, you approached Jisu to ask her how she was. “Bad day, and yet there is someone who manages to feel worse than me” “It’s just a sore throat, don’t be mean” “A singer’s voice should never reach the point where you made it reach. It’s an infallible instrument, yours” The compliment, which more than anything was a kind way for Jisu to remind you how stupid you were, made you blush, earning you an indecipherable look from the raven.

It was just the two of you left. You helped Jisu close everything that needed to be closed and accompanied her home. Arriving in front of Jisu's door, you muttered a "Good night" to the girl, but instead of receiving a response, Jisu looked you in the eyes, snorted, and invited you to come in. You couldn't have been happier.

“Thanks for the hospitality!” “There’s no need to shout. You were always the loud one,” despite everything Jisu was smiling. “And you were the silent one, except when you needed to sing. That’s when I failed.” Maybe you shouldn’t have brought up your failures, but everything seemed possible in that welcoming atmosphere and in such a spacious house. “Do you want some red wine?” "I'd love that"

To feel good, all you needed was the silence that made you accomplices and a few, perhaps too many, glasses of wine. So much so that you started touching on topics that were taboo for you. “Why did you abandon me?” asked Jisu at some point. “Because it was the best choice” “And why didn’t you ask me what the best choice was? We should have decided together” “We weren’t that close” you insisted. “That’s what you say. You were my only anchor and the only one with whom I shared this passion”

You turned the glass over in your hands, then took more wine and poured it for yourself and the girl, despite her complaints. “It's easy to say it now. I would wake up and think of you, I would go to bed and think of you. I spent the years we were apart thinking about you, then I saw that you had become a big shot in the music industry and I no longer felt capable of making the first move” “In your eyes, did I always seem like someone who would throw you in the trash because you couldn’t reach your dream?” “No, I didn’t… I didn’t dare to just show up in front of you”

Another sip. Another glance. The air getting heavier.

“What bothers me the most is that I missed an important part of your life. I wanted to be there to support you, I wanted to be a shoulder for you to cry on, but instead, I remained a distant memory” Jisu began to blame herself and, perhaps moved by the wine or by feelings that seemed to be in a pressure cooker ready to explode, you began to be more sincere.

“When you're with someone you like… You want to be the best in his eyes… I've never been and I'm not even now. How could I show up in front of you as the only one who couldn’t make our dream come true?” “Why have you never told me about this before?” You swallow loudly and take another sip of wine. Jisu's hand comes to rest on yours. There’s no escape.

“Because telling you would have also meant confessing my love to you. And that could have meant that I could have lost you forever” Jisu looked into your eyes for a good minute, before squeezing that hand with which she had only been caressing you before, coming closer to your mouth and kissing you on the cheek and then walking away embarrassed or maybe purple from the wine. “You’re stupid but that’s okay. Maybe at that age I couldn’t have done this,” she kissed you on the lips “and this,” she traced your side until he was close to your breast “but now, unfortunately for you, I’m a grown woman and I know very well what love is and what friendship is” “You’re drunk” “And you only know how to use that voice to say a lot of bullshit” “You’ll regret it” “The Jisu of now is begging me to kiss you and take you up to her bed to continue what we should have done ten years ago”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Jisu’s scent, or maybe it was the love you’d held inside for so long, but you couldn’t help but obey those words. “I'd tell you to make me yours, but I've been yours forever so there's nothing present-day Jisu can do.” “I’ll thank the Jisu of the past for what she did. Now let’s go to bed.” “Please don’t treat me differently in the morning.” “From tomorrow on, I’ll always be by your side.” The kisses you gave each other as you went up to the bedroom were the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted.