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siilent-wanderer · 3 months ago

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Pairing: actress! itzy x actress! reader

Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...

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Yeji

The Fiercely Protective, Slightly Possessive Lead

gritty action-romance drama

Yeji plays a former detective trying to leave her past behind

until you, the one person she swore to protect, get dragged into danger

the kiss is supposed to be one desperate, fleeting moment

just a brief press of lips before she pulls away, torn between duty and love

in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip tho…

Yeji doesn’t pull away

She tilts her head, deepening the kiss just slightly

her hands tightening around your waist like she’s completely lost in the moment

“CUT!”

Yeji doesn’t move immediately

her forehead was still pressed against yours, her eyes flickering down to your lips

"Are you okay?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper

you nod, feeling breathless

she smirks

"Good. We should practice this scene again later."

the fans LOSE IT, I mean wtf

"‘We should practice again later’ GURL WHAT" "oh Yeji wasn’t ACTING, she was FEELING that" "So when are WE getting protected (and kissed) by Hwang Yeji?"

in an interview, Yeji just grins, her eyes twinkling

"I take my roles very seriously."

Lia

The Soft-Spoken but Surprisingly Bold Romantic Lead

classic second-chance romance

Lia is your ex-girlfriend-turned-unexpected-roommate

the tension? absolutely unbearable

the kiss is written as a shy, hesitant peck, full of unspoken feelings

but in the leaked clip???

Lia doesn’t just kiss you

she lingers, her breath warm against your lips

and she goes in again, softer this time

“CUT!”

Lia still stays way too close, blinking at you like she’s only just realized what she did

"Oops," she whispers, laughing nervously

"Guess I… got a little carried away?"

fans instantly go FERAL

"LIA WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OOPS’??" "bro that second kiss wasn’t even subtle, she just WENT for it” "SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N, SHE HASN’T SPOKEN SINCE"

when asked about the extra kisses, Lia turns bright red and fidgets with her rings

"I-It just felt natural, you know? Like… real."

Ryujin

The Effortlessly Cool, Too-Smooth Lead

friends-to-lovers

Ryujin is the charismatic best friend who has secretly been in love with you for years

the kiss is meant to be one casual, quick peck

yknow nothing dramatic

but in the behind-the-scenes footage??

Ryujin leans in again

this time slower, more deliberate

then, after the second kiss, she smirks against your lips, tilting her head playfully

"Oh? Was that too much?" she teases, voice way too smug

“CUT!”

she doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed

she just winks at you before casually strolling off set

the internet explodes

"RYUJIN PLS SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING" "‘was that too much?’ BABE WE SAW YOU GO IN FOR A THIRD WHAT" "Y/N just got rizzed up in 4K HD"

when asked about the extra kisses, Ryujin shrugs

"I was just in the moment. Can't help it if it felt right."

Gurl. Bye. 😭

Chaeryeong

The Sweet, Blushy Lead Who Accidentally Exposes Herself

heartfelt, coming-of-age love story

Chaeryeong is your adorable childhood best friend who finally confesses after years of pining

the kiss is supposed to be a soft, innocent moment, filled with emotion

but in the leaked video???

Chaeryeong FORGETS to stop kissing you

after the first kiss, she nervously kisses you again, like she just can’t help it

then, realizing what she did, she hides her face in her hands, giggling uncontrollably

"Oh my God, that was… um. A lot."

"SHE PANICKED AND KISSED Y/N AGAIN HELPPPP" "Chaeryeong, bestie… the scene was one kiss, not three" "She’s so embarrassed but also SO IN LOVE"

during an interview on her sister’s channel, Chaeryeong squeals and covers her face

"I-I don’t know! I just kept going! It felt… natural?"

her members immediately start teasing her

Chaeryeong.exe has officially crashed

Yuna

The Shamelessly Flirty, Scene-Stealing Lead

high-energy romcom

Yuna plays the overconfident playgirl who falls hard for the one person who resists her charms — you

the kiss is scripted to be one dramatic, show-stopping moment, before she pulls back, smirking like she owns the world

but in the leaked video??

Yuna doesn’t just stop at one kiss

she peppers soft, playful kisses along your jawline, her laughter barely contained between each one

“CUT!”

Yuna winks at the camera before turning to you with a teasing smile

“Ah, Yuna-ssi…”

"What?" she says innocently. "I was improvising."

the internet goes INSANE

"YUNA MA’AM YOU WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN" "She kissed Y/N like they were already dating, I can’t." "‘I was improvising’ — NO YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF" "plsss even the director was speechless"

when asked about the extra kisses in Hyell’s Club, Yuna just giggles and flips her hair

"I mean… can you blame me?"

Hyeri nearly spits her drink out

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queeryu-u · 1 year ago

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ryujin x f! reader. smut

so i’m back with this out of the blue as usual, hope you enjoy whatever this is (a desperate ryujin trying to make u feel good). for me, here she’s a sub! top or service dom ?? if that makes sense, maybe a switch idek but whatever she’s just a mess and we’re here for it!

men and minors dni!!!

ryujin has been a little too desperate and needy today, her mind filled of thoughts of filling you up with her strap, making you shiver with overstimulation. it is why once she’s home and you’re not there, she’s is so sulky and whiny, knowing you went shopping because you texted her asking what she wanted but even though she knew you’ll be there soon, she couldn’t control herself and dropped her things next to her on the sofa quickly, lowering her sweatpants. she knew she was needy, and wanted to take her frustration upon you, that’s why she tried to tease herself slowly above her panties, shuddering when she pressed her palm over her now soaked core, touching herself gently and closing her eyes, bucking up her hips when she started touching her clit faster, guttural moans leaving her mouth thinking of you, of you riding her, meeting her hips with yours in harsh movements, but in reality it was just her humping her own frantic hand.

her mind was taking her places that made her push her panties aside and finally touch her own wetness, at this point even her shirt was lifted as she pinched her nipples too. she was so hot and bothered, moaning your name and spreading her slick across her folds. that’s the sight you came across when you opened the door, humming in approval when you locked your eyes together, smirking at her mess and fucked up state. you waited no time in dropping the few things you bought on the floor, walking to her while she was still playing with herself but slowed down her pace.

“mhm.. couldn’t wait for me darling?” you whispered in her ear, kissing her jaw after with wet kisses, sensing her trembling and out of breath, so you replace her hand with yours and hiss at the contact of your skin with her soaking pussy. “so good for me baby, so fucking wet already just thinking about me”.

“d-don’t tease, please” her chest was heaving as you rubbed her faster, pushing her head back and moaning every time louder when your tongue enveloped one of her buds, groping her other tit. “y/n! eat me the fuck out. please, i’m so, so close”

you slapped one of her inner thighs hard, shutting her up but still did what was asked lowering your face between her legs “poor thing is so needy, i want you to tell me what were you thinking about while i eat this pretty pussy or else you won’t be coming any time soon”. you took her panties and sweatpants off of her in one go and lifted her legs to press to her chest and dived right into her soaking wet pussy while you stared at her reaction in awe, at the same time telling her with your eyes she needed to start talking.

so she tried her best to be coherent with her words and thoughts, difficult with being tongue-fucked at the same time. “oh my god. i was thinking about- about you. ahh, about wrecking and fucking you senseless with my cock, opening you up really good” her cheeks were flushed and her voice hoarse with what you were doing to her and embarrassment fueling her body.

even though she was now the wrecked one, that didn’t stop you to moan in her pussy, the vibrations making it worse for her as her legs shake so bad, feeling you clenching around nothing with her words, fucked up voice and state, looking at her so intensely before touching yourself, diving in deeper and sucking on her clit so hard she closed her legs, her strong thighs on your head, and that pushed you to be almost nose in deep, whining on her and rubbing her clit non stop as she came so hard in your mouth, her hips twitching as you helped her through her orgasm and her legs fell to your sides. you were soothing her with light touches on her skin; on her inner thighs, her abdomen and kissing every bit of it as your kisses climbed up through her chest, her collarbone, neck and finally, crashing your lips on a slow kiss.

she could taste herself on you and giggled a bit between the kiss because of it, as you held her in your arms knowing she needed to be assured after such an intense orgasm. anyways, she had other plans and made you know them as her tongue came in contact with yours, heating up the kiss and touching your sides. she pushed you into the sofa making you lay on your back, crawling above you as she continued on kissing you passionately, lips crashing with no rest making you even more needy than before, so you separate the kiss to be able to lift your top as quickly as you could but your girlfriend stopped you.

“let me, baby” she kept her intense gaze connected with yours, lowering her mouth with kisses and licks all over your neck, collarbone and the exposed part of your chest that showed through your tank top. you usually wore no bra and today was no different, already aroused she licked your nipples over the fabric making you gasp and grip into her shoulders, at the same time she pulled down your tank top just a little to expose your breasts, making her hum in approval as that helped to keep them in place and lifted them a little bit. she twisted one of the buds with her fingers as her tongue lapped the other, squeezing them as hard as she could so she could hear your pretty moans for her.

“f-fuck, ryujin. be a good girl for me and just fuck me, please” something changed on her demeanor and wrinkled your top instead of taking it off, it felt rougher, hotter and made you more exposed just for her. she was fast removing your shorts and panties, desperate to comply and to be as closer as she could be with you. she looked at you again, her face flushed and expectant as she teased with her fingers between your pussy lips so slow, what gained and instant reaction of you bucking your hips.

“you’re dripping for me, aren’t you baby?” she pressed onto your clit, smirking at you “i’m going to fuck you real good, been thinking about it nonstop” she started rubbing in circles your clit with her thumb as her other fingers collected your arousal and spread it through your slit as if it was necessary “you’re so fucking hot” she looked at you with hazy eyes, as she pressed the pads of her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean “and taste so sweet for me darling”.

that made you gulp, already kind of breathless because of her constant teasing, which made you hornier and needier as she knew what she was doing. when you were about to tell her something, she had already grabbed firmly one of your thighs and positioned between your legs, sitting and connecting your wet cunts together which won a moan out of both of you. she tried to regain her composure, but failed terribly, she was extremely hot all over and started to hump against you frantically.

she grabbed one of your tits as she rode your pussy, so much arousal gathered between the two of you, the room was filled with the sound of her pussy squelching against yours. her thrusts were erratic, searching for friction against your clit and whining once she found it, making your legs tremble. you slapped her ass, to bring her to the edge and moved your hips to meet hers. it was so rough but you never felt any more relieved, even though you could feel yourself dripping even more, making the slide easier.

“you’re always so good to me ryu, i’m so- damn close” she gasped for the praise, her brain turned into smush as everything she thought about was to make you feel good, to make you come and scream her name, continuing to move against you senseless, as she pursued your lips for a kiss. it was so messy, so rushed but intense giving the position, she hummed and then put your heads together gasping for air.

“mhm, i- i want to feel you. ahh, i want to feel you squeezing around me, fuck” she pushed two fingers into your eager hole, hissing when the tight walls sucked her digits in and exactly as she wanted to, she could feel your cunt tightened around her fingers with a gush of wetness which made her feel so eager and close to her high, too. she moved them as she could, her non existent rhythm based pure on her desperation as her hips did “cum, cum for me please, i need it so bad”

your whole body was shuddering at this point, your eyelids trying to stay open to look at her, to registre the way her face falls apart the moment her orgasm hits her, she’s bubbling nonsense now when seconds after her, you feel your orgasm crashing down on you too, saying her name like a prayer the moment you release the liquid spurting out of you between both of your cunts, eyes screwed close when she helps you going through it playing with your clit, moaning the instant it became too much and her hands turned away from you so as she did, falling to your side and reaching for you to held you close.

you kissed her nose before going for her lips, cuddling and needing each other warmth even when you felt sticky, but for now what mattered was reassuring each other “thank you my darling, you did more than enough. fuck, i still feel on cloud nine to be honest” both of you laughed, knowing it was true, due to the intense ecstasy you went through. so you just kissed softly, admiring the way her lips were so swollen and reddened, but it was what made you go for more, showing through your kisses your pure adoration and love for her.

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chrissssssmut · 2 months ago

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hey idol, it's me again the one I requested yeji yooyeon chaehyun yuna minju haneul yeseo request

but I want another one but it's yeji only

a monster/yandere where she can transform into a fox

inspired by tale of gumiho kdrama

WE WERE NEVER DONE

Gumiho!Yeji x Exorcist!Male Reader

AN: Hope you like this one!🫶🏻

You hadn’t heard her name in years.

Not since that night deep in the mountains, when you stood in a clearing surrounded by sacred markers, your hands shaking, the sealing dagger heavy in your grip. You were supposed to trap her. Bind her to the spirit realm forever. But you hesitated.

And she smiled.

That was the first time Yeji kissed you.

You fled that night—left everything behind. Changed your name. Burned your old talismans. Swore off exorcisms for good. You told yourself it was over.

But tonight, standing in your apartment under the cold flicker of the kitchen light, she’s here again.

Leaning against the counter like she belongs.

Her voice cuts through the silence like a blade dipped in honey.

“Miss me?”

Your stomach twists. You blink, hoping she’s some illusion. But she’s real. Tall, poised, and dressed in a black hanbok robe that clings to her like mist. Her long dark hair falls past her waist, and her eyes—glowing gold, inhuman—watch you with lazy delight.

“You’re not real,” you whisper.

She smirks. “I could pinch you to prove it.” Her voice drops to a sultry purr. “Or kiss you. Like last time.”

You force yourself to move. Stand. Put the couch between you and her.

“Get out.”

Yeji tilts her head. “Rude. After all this time, I thought you’d be more... receptive.”

Her eyes flicker downward, scanning you. She takes a step closer, bare feet silent against your wooden floor.

“You never even said goodbye.”

“You were a job,” you snap. “A contract. That’s all.”

Her smile twitches—wider, but not friendly.

“That’s what you tell yourself?” she murmurs. “That I was just another spirit to seal?” Her fingers brush the edge of your old bookshelf, trailing across dusty spines. “You hesitated. You kissed me first, Y/N.”

Your jaw tightens. “You tricked me. You fed on me.”

“I loved you,” she says, matter-of-fact. “Still do.”

You light a talisman under your breath, the old incantation burning your throat with rust and regret. You press it to the wall.

It crumbles to ash.

Yeji watches, amused. “Still clinging to those dusty rituals?” She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Cute. They won’t work on me. Not anymore.”

Your pulse thunders in your ears. “How did you find me?”

She grins. “Please. You taste like regret and lavender. I’d find you anywhere.”

You step back. “I’m not the same man I was.”

“No,” she agrees, circling around you. “You’re softer now. Lonelier. You hide behind your books and cold ramen. You don’t hunt anymore.”

“I’m done with that life.”

“But I’m not done with you.”

Her hand brushes your wrist, fingers cool against your burning skin. Your heartbeat stutters. You want to pull away—but you don’t.

“You’re still mine,” she whispers. “I never let go.”

“You can’t just walk back into my life like nothing happened.”

“Walk?” Yeji’s laugh is melodic, cruel. “I haunted you, Y/N. I whispered your name to every breeze. I left pawprints outside your door. I clawed my way through dreams and ash.” She steps closer, lips nearly brushing yours. “I’ve always been here.”

Your hand closes around the old dagger in your drawer. Obsidian blade. Silver handle. You pull it free and level it at her throat.

She doesn’t flinch. Her eyes glitter.

“Trying again?” she says softly. “Go ahead. Cut me. Make me bleed like last time.”

You hesitate.

She leans forward, the tip of the blade grazing her skin. One drop of crimson wells up.

“Still soft,” she murmurs, voice thick with warmth. “Still mine.”

“I should’ve sealed you,” you whisper.

She laughs again, low and rich. “You couldn’t. That’s why you ran.”

She steps back and sits on your bed like she owns it, nine ethereal tails slipping into view behind her. They shimmer faintly—soft, white, ghostlike. Beautiful and terrifying.

“You’re not staying,” you say.

“I already have,” she answers. “You never threw out my hair, you know. From the first time we met. The little lock I left in your pack.” She pats the pillow beside her. “Lie down, Y/N.”

You ignore her. “What do you want from me?”

She tilts her head, her golden gaze boring into you. “Everything.”

“I’m not yours.”

“Oh?” Her tone sharpens. “Then why do you keep saying my name in your sleep? Why did you carve a charm with my birth sigil last winter? Why haven’t you burned that last photo of me?”

You freeze.

“You never let me go either,” she whispers.

Thunder rumbles outside. The scent of rain lingers in the air. You start packing, tossing old clothes and talismans into your bag.

Yeji stands in the doorway, silent at first.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Anywhere else.”

She blinks, slow. “You can run, but I’ll follow. I’ve followed you across lifetimes.”

You stop. Look back at her. “What are you?”

Her expression shifts—something ancient rising behind her beauty.

“I’m the echo of your sins. The promise you broke. The warmth you feared.” Her tails lift behind her, slowly unfurling like smoke. “I’m your lover. Your curse. Your salvation.”

And then she’s in front of you. A breath away.

She presses a kiss to your neck, fangs grazing skin.

“Say it,” she whispers. “Say you missed me.”

You don’t speak.

“Say it, Y/N.”

“I did,” you breathe.

She smiles, pleased. “Good boy.”

Later, in the quiet dark, you lie beside her.

Her tails wrap around you like velvet ropes, warm and unyielding.

“You’re not scared anymore,” she murmurs.

“No,” you admit. “I think I’m just tired.”

“Then rest. I’ll keep the nightmares away.”

You stare at her. “Are you the nightmare?”

Yeji chuckles, soft and inhuman. “Sometimes.”

She curls against your chest, her fingers resting over your heartbeat.

“But this time,” she says, voice low and full of promise, “I won’t let you go. I’ll slit Heaven open before I lose you again.”

You don’t reply.

You already know she means it.

You wake up in silence.

No alarm. No street noise. Not even the soft hum of your refrigerator. Just… stillness.

Your eyes snap open.

Yeji’s not beside you anymore.

Instead, she’s seated across the room—on your windowsill—bathed in early morning sunlight. Her tails ripple slowly behind her, almost like they’re breathing.

She’s staring at you.

“You watched me sleep,” you murmur.

She smiles. “Of course I did. You look innocent with your guard down.”

You sit up slowly. “You’re still here.”

Yeji’s grin fades into something softer. “I told you. This time, I’m not going anywhere.”

You rub your temples. “I need coffee before I deal with this.”

She tilts her head, amused. “Still clinging to human habits. Cute.”

You ignore her and head for the kitchen. She doesn’t follow. She just watches. Always watching.

You sit at your table, hands wrapped around the mug, trying to ignore how the shadows bend around her feet when she finally steps into the room.

“Y/N,” she says, voice lighter now. “Do you remember what you said to me that night in the forest?”

You keep your eyes on the steam rising from your coffee. “Which night?”

Her fingers gently brush your shoulder from behind.

“The night you kissed me.”

You flinch.

Yeji leans down, lips close to your ear. “You told me… ‘Maybe, in another life.’” Her voice drops. “I’ve made sure this one is that life.”

You stand up so quickly the mug spills. “I’m not yours.”

She doesn’t even blink.

“You said you missed me.”

“I was vulnerable.”

She raises a brow. “So you lied to me?”

“No,” you admit, swallowing hard. “I just… I don’t know what I feel anymore.”

She cups your face, eyes glowing faintly. “That’s okay. I know what I feel. I can carry it for both of us.”

Two nights later, you try to leave.

You don’t tell her. You wait until she’s asleep—if she sleeps at all—and sneak out through the back door with nothing but your pack and the last working talisman you kept stashed under a floorboard.

The moment you cross the city limits, the air changes.

Colder. Denser. Wrong.

You’re halfway down the dark highway when the sky above you splits open.

The world shudders—and suddenly, she’s standing in front of you, barefoot on the road, hair wild from the wind.

“I let you run because I wanted to see how far you’d go.”

You stumble back, heart racing. “This isn’t normal. You’re warping the world.”

She smiles—too many teeth.

“You keep calling me a monster, Y/N,” she says, stepping closer. “But you fell in love with me before you knew what I was.”

You draw the talisman and press it to her chest.

She lets it burn.

Smoke curls up around her collarbone, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even flinch.

“Are you trying to hurt me,” she whispers, stepping closer, “or remind yourself what it’s like to touch me?”

You break.

“Why me?” you shout. “Why not someone else? Why not just let me go?”

Her golden eyes lock on yours, fierce and wild.

“Because you were the first person who looked at me—saw me—and didn’t run.”

“I’m trying to run now.”

She cups your cheek, her thumb smearing ash across your skin.

“You’re already too far in,” she breathes. “You belong to me.”

Later, back in your apartment, you sit against the wall, trembling. Your pack is gone. Your talisman’s ruined. And Yeji is curled up beside you like nothing happened.

“Why did you really come back?” you ask quietly. “What do you want?”

She shifts, resting her head on your shoulder. Her voice is soft.

“I want your name. The real one. I want your love. Your body. Your soul.”

You close your eyes. “You’re going to kill me.”

“No,” she whispers. “I’m going to keep you.”

You open your eyes. “What if I keep resisting?”

She chuckles. “Then I’ll just keep breaking reality until resistance stops making sense.”

The next morning, your phone doesn’t work. Your coworkers forget your name. Your reflection in the mirror lags—watching you after you’ve turned away.

You don’t ask questions anymore.

Yeji starts humming to herself when you cry in your sleep.

One night, she curls into your lap, bare-skinned and warm.

“I could show you what I see,” she murmurs. “Let you inside my world. My dreams.”

You hesitate. “What’s the catch?”

She kisses your throat. “If you see me completely… you’ll never be able to leave.”

“I already can’t leave,” you whisper.

Her smile is gentle this time.

“Exactly.”

The dream is not a dream. It’s a memory.

You see yourself—lifetimes ago—cloaked in red robes, kneeling before her in a field of foxglove.

Yeji wears no form. Just light. And sorrow.

You reach for her hand.

And she burns the sky to take yours.

You wake up gasping.

Yeji is watching you, brushing hair from your forehead.

“Do you see now?” she whispers. “We’ve done this before. We always come back to each other.”

“I don’t want to lose myself,” you whisper.

She pulls you into her arms, burying her face in your neck.

“Then let me find you,” she breathes.

Your name isn’t written on any ID anymore.

People don’t remember you unless you speak.

But she remembers everything.

And as her tails curl around your waist and she presses her lips to yours like prayer, you finally stop resisting.

Because some monsters don’t just haunt you.

They love you harder than anything human ever could.

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hansolsticio · 9 months ago

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✦ — "GUESS". ᯓ s. ryujin.

— bestie! ryujin × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: smut. — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3209. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: a pp é incubadíssima, ryujin dom pervertida, fingering, cum eating, squirting & tesourinha [🤍]. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: não aguento mais a crise por buceta na tml.

❝_____ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈'𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭.❞

Você limpava os cantinhos das suas unhas. Mal via a hora de se livrar do cheiro irritante do removedor de esmalte, não estava mais aguentando desde que terminou de pintar as unhas de Ryujin.

"Eu nunca entendi porque você deixa as suas tão curtinhas.", pensou alto e a mulher tirou a atenção do próprio celular, levou alguns segundos até entender que você se referia às unhas dela.

"Pra-", por algum motivo, precisou refrear a si própria. "Pra não machucar.", explicou, te dando um sorriso amarelo.

"Mas é só ter cuidado.", retrucou. Ela levantou uma das sobrancelhas, pensativa.

"Não é tão simples assim.", ofereceu mais uma resposta rasa. "Já acabou?", desviou o foco do assunto. "A gente bem que podia ir dormir, né? Tô morta desde cedo."

"Mas já? 'Cê nem viu o filme comigo...", fez bico. Ryujin era sempre a estraga-prazeres da noite das meninas de vocês duas, dorminhoca, nunca seguia o cronograma à risca. A mulher suspirou rendida, sabia o quão chatinha você era quando ficava manhosa desse jeito.

"Então coloca logo, _____.", soou entediada.

"Se for de mau gosto eu também não quero mais.", bufou, guardando os esmaltes na caixinha com mais força que o necessário. Ryujin quis rir, você era pior que criança as vezes.

"Faz assim: se parar com esse drama todo, eu te deixo trançar meu cabelo dessa vez.", sugeriu. E a oferta era boa, droga... muito boa. Ryu costumava ser mais estraga-prazer ainda nesse quesito. Sempre detestou que mexessem no cabelo dela, não importava o quanto você insistisse — e olha que você insistia 'pra caramba.

Não conseguiu negar, era uma mulher muito fácil. Levantou toda animadinha da penteadeira, pegando alguns elásticos de cabelo e um pente para te auxiliar. Ryujin ajeitou a postura na cama, sentando-se corretamente para se livrar do rabo de cavalo bagunçado que prendia o próprio cabelo. Você sentou no colo da mulher sem pedir licença. Não era fora do comum, mas ela parecia atormentada com a aleatoriedade da situação.

"Precisa de tudo isso?", questionou, indicando o quão encaixadinha você ficou em cima das pernas dela.

"Você sabe fazer por acaso?"

"Não."

"Então fica quieta.", retrucou afiada. E, por incrível que pareça, ela realmente ficou. É atípico se considerarmos que estamos falando de Shin Ryujin. O pilar da amizade de vocês duas sempre foi o mesmo: pirraça. A mulher nunca parecia ser agradar de nada, reclamava de bastante coisa — na maioria das vezes, só para te encher o saco — e o pior de tudo: era competitiva. Você, por outro lado, vivia sob a premissa de que só estava ajudando com a competitividade dela. Como? Agindo muito pior.

Entretanto, a inevitabilidade que vinha acompanhada da mudança se manifestava sempre... você querendo ou não. Era orgulhosa demais para admitir que algo mudou na maneira como você via a mulher. E, muito mais que isso, recusava-se a admitir que havia mudado também. Tudo porque Ryujin agora te trazia incerteza, havia virado sinônimo para curiosidade — e todo mundo sabe: quando a "curiosidade" é demasiada, ela se torna "vontade".

Parecia trançar os próprios pensamentos no cabelo da mulher — bom, ao menos a trança tinha coordenação. Ryujin te olhava desde o início do processo, era incomum que estivesse tão calada. Você finalizava um dos lados quando sentiu as palmas quentes dela correndo pelas suas coxas. O contato era habitual entre vocês, mas isso não impediu que seu corpo retesasse. Prendeu a pontinha solta da trança no restante do cabelo com a ajuda do pente, tudo isso para afastar as mãos dela de você.

Ela te olhou curiosa, assistindo o jeito casual que você voltou a trançar. Teimosa, repetiu a ação, determinada a deixar as mãos ali e, novamente, você se livrou delas. A terceira tentativa veio tão rápido quanto a segunda, perdeu a calma.

"Ryu!", alertou, oferecendo um olhar irritado.

"Por que não posso pôr a mão aqui?", e colocou as mãos outra vez — era nítido que brincava com a sua paciência.

"Porque não, ué.", a justificativa mais coerente com a qual sua cabeça foi capaz de surgir. "Para de ser carente, Ryu.", ainda irritadiça, parecia falar sério.

"Só pode ser piada...", ela soltou um riso sem humor. "Carente aqui é você!", rivalizou, recusava-se a levar desaforo para casa.

"E de onde que 'cê tirou isso?"

"Você no meu colo já não é razão suficiente?", te olhou por baixo dos cílios com incredulidade.

"É normal, Ryu.", você desconversou, mas já se sentia encurralada. "Amigas fazem isso sempre... é coisa de mulher, ué.", talvez o argumento da intimidade feminina te salvasse — talvez?

"Ah... imagino que também seja coisa de mulher tirar a roupa na minha frente sempre que pode, não é?", talvez não. Você quis se enterrar bem ali, quis principalmente por não ser capaz de negar as próprias ações.

"Ryujin!"

"Que foi? Vai ficar se fazendo? Passou anos sem se trocar na minha frente, agora tira a roupa sempre que tá sozinha comigo...", era afiada e muito direta, conseguia te colocar contra a parede numa facilidade estupenda.

"Você 'tá imaginando coisas...", murmurou, já evitando contato visual. Ryujin afastou-se da cabeceira da cama, o corpo mais perto do seu — queria ter certeza de que você a ouviria:

"Também 'tô imaginando o quão molhada você 'tá agora?", forçou uma das pernas para cima, a colisão entre as peles denunciava o contato direto. "Esse seu shortinho não esconde nada. 'Cê sabe, não sabe?", inclinou a cabeça, tentava entrar no seu campo de visão à todo custo. "Ficou muda, _____?", ganhou mais um apertão nas coxas. "Já perdi a paciência com seu charminho."

"'Cê 'tá entendendo errado...", não, não estava.

"É coisa de mulher esfregar essa bucetinha nas minhas pernas toda vez que 'cê bebe agora?", a mão apalpou seu íntimo por cima do shortinho como se fosse completamente usual entre vocês duas. Você se arrepiou inteira. Os dedos não saíram dali, acariciando sua buceta como se fosse um local qualquer.

"Ryu...", sentia o rostinho arder, não tinha um pingo de controle sobre as próprias ações quando havia álcool no seu sangue.

"Hm? Você sempre se faz de sonsa no outro dia, mas eu lembro muito bem do jeitinho que você aperta meus peitos, amor.", Ryujin agarrou seus pulsos, posicionando suas mãos em cima dos seios dela. Você encarava de olhinhos arregalados, parecia uma criança vendo algo pela primeira vez. Ela fez pressão nas suas mãos, dava para sentir os biquinhos rígidos através do tecido fino da blusa. Cacete, sua boca salivou. "Quer eles na sua boquinha também?", a mulher parecia ler no seu rosto cada uma das suas vontades. "Ou precisa beber 'pra ter coragem de pedir?"

"Eu... eu quero...", os últimos resquícios de orgulho eram afogados pelo tom lascivo de cada uma das palavras. Ryujin havia te desmontado sem nem fazer esforço.

"E desde quando você quer, hein?", o sorrisinho maldito não sabia te deixar em paz. "Foi quando eu peguei a Chae na sua frente?", ela passou a língua entre os lábios, era pura provocação. Filha da puta... nem sabe o que faria se cogitasse que ela fez aquilo de propósito. "Hm? Ficou excitadinha só de ver, amor?", o tom de certeza te assustava — essencialmente porque estava correta em todos os palpites.

Naquele dia, pela primeira vez em sua vida, questionou coisas sobre si mesma que nunca achou que sequer seriam dignas de questionamento. A máscara de bem resolvida com a própria sexualidade caiu assim que assistiu Ryujin quase fodendo com outra pessoa na sua frente. Porra, sentiu um tesão descomunal. Muito pior: naquela noite só conseguiu dormir depois de se tocar.

"Você... como?", balbuciou em descrença, se sentia nua na frente dela, vulnerável.

"Tava estampado na tua cara, _____. Ficou me olhando estranho pelo resto da noite.", justificou. Aproveitou seu estado atônito para serpentear os dedinhos por dentro da barra do seu short. "Queria estar no lugar dela, é?", questionou, o narizinho roçando na sua bochecha. "Deixa eu advinhar: queria minha mão dentro do seu shortinho também?", a pontinha dos dedos resvalou no clitóris já carentinho — você quis sumir.

"Ryu, minha mãe-"

"Shhhhh. Sua mãe só implica com homem, lembra?", interrompeu. "Eu sou mulher, eu posso.", lambeu seu queixo de um jeito provocativo. Você, que já estava na borda desde o início da conversa, não conseguiu mais segurar. Avançou na boca da mulher com afobação, chupando com vontade, sentia-se mais necessitada só de ter o gostinho dela na sua boca. Queria Ryujin, porra, como queria.

Um som choroso saiu da sua garganta assim que sentiu os dedos dela voltarem a se mexer. Tocava uma gostosinha 'pra você, esfregava os dígitos com afinco, produzindo um som vergonhosamente alto e molhadinho — parecia zombar do quão melada você estava.

Ameaçava colocar os dedinho, enfiando a pontinha só para retirar logo depois. Ela sabia que você era manhosa, sempre foi, tanto que se frustrava fácil. Esbravejava contra a boquinha dela, se insinuava, tentando se foder à força — era adorável.

Porém, vivia para dar o troco em Ryujin. A competição entre vocês era incansável, até mesmo nesses momentos. Apertou os seios dela, esfregando os biquinhos com o polegar. Correu as unhas pelo torso branquinho. Beliscou, agarrando-se a tudo que conseguia. E Ryu era uma orgulhosa do caralho, reprimia as reações do próprio corpo só para não te dar esse gostinho. Suas unhas correram até a barra do short curtinho que ela usava e foi aí que a mulher finalmente se separou da sua boca.

"Porra, você vai me rasgar se usar seus dedos.", observou rindo de nervoso, se encolhia inteira só de observar suas unhas afiadinhas. "Vamo' fazer de outro jeitinho vem...", resolveu cessar a disputa. Livrou-se das próprias peças sem pressa alguma, parecia despreocupada. O sorriso safado que pintou o rosto dela te fez estremecer por dentro. Abriu as perninhas 'pra você. Ela pulsava, escorria, era linda e parecia gostosa 'pra caralho. Você se melou, sedenta. Olhava como se não houvesse mais nada no ambiente — aos olhos de Ryujin, era uma vagabunda tão desesperada... parecia até virgem.

Você queria na sua boquinha, queria esfregar a língua ali e engolir cada gotinha. O corpo queimava, se arrepiava inteirinho, mal se reconhecia. A mulher te trouxe de volta:

"Encaixa a bucetinha na minha, encaixa.", a ordem dessa vez veio doce e te abriu uma possibilidade que você sequer havia cogitado.

Você obedeceu meio receosa, mas sentiu uma onda de choque cortar seu corpo assim que as peles se encontraram. Era macia, quente e molhada, molhada 'pra caralho. Porra, dava pra sentir ela pulsando bem embaixo do seu clitóris. Você ia enlouquecer. Rebolou sem que Ryujin precisasse te orientar, a cinturinha agora tinha vontade própria — precisava gozar, precisava muito.

O corpo amolecia com cada ondulação do seu quadril, era gostoso 'pra cacete. Quase não conseguia se manter na mesma posição, vocês estavam meladas demais e isso tornava tudo escorregadio. Ryujin tentava ajudar, uma das mãos apertava sua bunda com gosto, te forçando para baixo severamente.

Já você se agarrava a uma das pernas dela, as unhas afiadinhas forçando a carne sem que fosse capaz de perceber. Ryujin não dava a mínima, gostava da dor e saber que você só agia assim porque tava se fodendo gostoso enchia o peito dela de orgulho. Gemeu surpresa ao sentir um tapa ardido na bunda, olhou na direção da mulher só para encontrá-la te encarando de um jeito sapeca.

Quis gozar mais ainda só de ver o rostinho dela, a cinturinha aumentando a velocidade. Sentia as perninhas tremelicando, era fraca demais. O tesão te deixava tonta, não conseguia funcionar direito. Encarava Ryujin com uma carinha estúpida, como se implorasse por clemência — o corpo suadinho já não aguentava mais fazer esforço.

"Ryu... minha perna 'tá doendo.", queixou-se, o beicinho dengoso que a mulher tanto estava acostumada a ver já fazia outra aparição.

"Cala a boca e rebola. Quando era 'pra me provocar não sabia parar esse rabo quieto no meu colo, lembra?", foi ríspida, não economizando outro tapa na sua bunda. Sua bucetinha encharcou com a ardência. "Vai esfregar essa buceta na minha até gozar. 'Tá me ouvindo?", deu um apertão na sua coxa, te forçando a se esfregar com mais vontade.

"Mas eu preciso- hmm... preciso descansar.", choramingou, sempre acabava quebrando Ryujin — e esperava ser capaz de quebrá-la mais uma vez.

"Para e eu soco meus dedos em você até sua mãe aparecer aqui.", a ameaça cuspida entre-dentes fez seu corpo tremer. Choramingou em voz alta, rebolando com a pouca força que ainda tinha restante. Sentia seu ventre queimar, todo o esforço somado ao quão gostoso era sentir a bucetinha da outra mulher estava quase te jogando da borda.

Pulsava tanto e se sentia tão carentinha, queria um beijinho da sua Ryu. Ainda abraçava uma das pernas da mulher, roçava o rostinho ali, quase ronronava — era patética e isso enchia a mulher de tesão. Experimentou se sentar com mais força, o pontinho ficando super apertadinho contra ela. Pulsou mais forte, era gostoso 'pra cacete. Roçou desse jeitinho até gozar, parecia a droga de uma cadelinha. Precisou até enfiar os dedinhos na própria boca para não fazer muito barulho.

Dramática, se jogou no colchão totalmente sem forças. Caiu de pernas abertinhas, Ryujin até riu ao ver a cena. Não conseguiu um minuto de descanso sequer, pois já tinha a mesma beijando seus peitinhos.

"Vagabunda gostosa do caralho...", sussurrou o elogio. Seu corpo inteiro formigou, não se acostumaria nunca. Os beijinhos desceram pela sua barriga, até... "Que bucetinha linda, porra.", selou o pontinho inchado com devoção, até fechou os olhos.

A mulher se reposicionou na cama de frente para você. Abriu as pernas como da primeira vez, como se estivesse prestes a conectar os íntimos de vocês duas novamente — pertinho, tinha certeza de que se você rebolasse com um tiquinho de força conseguiria se esfregar na bucetinha dela outra vez. Mas Ryujin não seria tão boazinha. Não, claro que não. Fez questão de apoiar as perninhas em cima das suas coxas, só para não te dar o prazer de se mover.

"Abre. Abre ela 'pra mim. Me mostra.", pediu com jeitinho, a mãozinha já corria pela própria bucetinha. Você obedeceu de imediato, já havia se tornado uma vadiazinha sem vontade própria, faria o que pudesse para agradá-la. Usou os dedinhos para separar os lábios, deixando tudo bem abertinho — cacete, quando foi que se tornou uma putinha tão suja? A entradinha escorria só de se exibir de um jeito tão humilhante para a mulher.

"Sem se tocar, caralho.", ela alertou e só então você percebeu o carinho gostoso que fazia em si mesma. Parou hesitante, o clitóris carentinho pulsava, desesperado por atenção. Ryujin conseguia ver na sua carinha chorosa o quanto você queria se tocar. "Para de ser gulosa, ____. Deixa ela aberta.", ordenou mais uma vez.

Você foi obrigada a assistir a mulher se estimulando sem acanhamento algum. Maltratava a própria bucetinha, se beliscava, gemia manhosa demais. Ryujin ia acabar te matando. A entradinha já doía, precisava tanto, tanto... estava prestes a ser mais patética ainda, ia chorar de tesão.

Ela se estocava com força, os dedos entravam até a base como se não fosse nada. A outra mão parecia esfregar o pontinho com mais afinco. O barulhinho ininterrupto e molhado te enchia de fome, queria se tocar também, queria a buceta dela na sua boca, queria se esfregar ali até gozar de novo... droga, queria tanta coisa.

Ryujin gemia dengosinha, a boquinha bonita soltava seu nome vez ou outra. Porra, parecia delirar. Os olhos não saíam do seu buraquinho. Entre arfares prometia te foder, mamar nos seus peitinhos, usar sua bucetinha de vagabunda até te fazer desmaiar... ela era suja, pervertida 'pra caralho e você não conseguia controlar a vontade de gozar mais uma vez.

De repente, ela retirou os dedinhos com pressa, o interior das coxas tremia. Esticou ainda mais o buraquinho arruinado com a ajuda o indicador e o dedo do meio e esguichou. Porra, esguichou bem em cima da sua bucetinha. Dava para sentir o líquido quente te acertando e escorrendo entre as dobrinhas. Ryujin ainda se contorcia inteira e esfregava o próprio pontinho quando você perdeu o controle.

Seus dedinhos desesperados recolheram tudo o que conseguiu das próprias dobrinhas, socou-os bem fundo. Queria tudinho que ela esguichou dentro de você. Queria ficar lotadinha de Ryujin, como se fosse... como se fosse porra. Queria a bucetinha dela esguichando na sua de novo e depois nos seus peitinhos, depois no seu rostinho, depois na sua boca... Caralho, ia gozar outra vez.

"Ryu, Ryu, porra... goza, goza em mim de novo.", choramingava totalmente alucinada. "Molha minha buceta, amor...", implorava manhosinha, nem sabia o que estava falando — cacete, era tanto tesão. "Ryu!", soluçou, os olhinhos revirando. Estava tão aérea que nem notou a mulher subindo e ficando de quatro acima do seu corpo, a mão cobrindo sua boca foi o primeiro alerta para te fazer abrir os olhos — deveria estar fazendo um escândalo.

Ela te oferecia um sorrisinho zombador, assistiu aos risinhos o jeito que você se masturbou desesperada até gozar de novo. Os gemidinhos abafados eram de dar dó, você quase se engasgava com a própria saliva, melava a palma de Ryujin inteirinha.

Ao que finalmente te libertou para respirar, a mulher se abaixou sorrateira. O rosto bem à frente da sua buceta te fez tremer. Ryu te olhou totalmente despudorada ao lamber desde a sua entradinha até seu clitóris. Manteve a língua fora da boca quando retornou ao seu rosto, dava para enxergar seu gozo espalhado pelo músculo rosinha. Burra demais para raciocinar, você não mostrou resistência alguma quando ela puxou a sua língua para fora da boca com o próprio polegar.

O que foi feito a seguir pode ser considerado até nojento, mas você jura que nunca se melou tanto. Ryunjin esfregou a linguinha suja contra a sua, te corrompendo num beijo quase repulsivo — e gostoso 'pra caralho. Deixava os fluidos escorrerem todos para sua boca, segurando seu maxilar para te obrigar a engolir.

Você olhou-a estática ao final de tudo, o coração ainda parecia quase sair pela boca e a entradinha não parava de se molhar — nunca havia se sentido tão insaciável em toda sua vida. Ryujin não evitou a risadinha que soltou ao observar seu estado de choque.

"Que foi? Nunca fizeram você provar seu gostinho?", parecia genuinamente curiosa. E você jura que tentou se lembrar de algum acontecimento parecido, mas até onde se recordava...

"Não?", a voz saiu hesitante.

"Porra, qual o problema dos caras que 'cê escolhe, hein?", a tão conhecida expressão de nojinho já tomava o rosto dela por inteiro. Era um sinal, a "skin" de melhor amiga já havia voltado. E como um interruptor que vira num toque, a energia entre vocês mudou.

"Vai ficar me esculachando agora?", questionou contrariada, Ryujin nunca te dava descanso quando o assunto era esse.

"Com esse seu dedo podre fica difícil evitar.", retrucou e você já se sentia estressadinha com a mulher — ainda que fosse só de brincadeira. Pausou por alguns segundos.

"... sai de cima de mim, Ryujin. Preciso de um banho.", fez menção de levantar, mas ela montou no seu colo no mesmo instante.

"Só se me deixar ir junto.", reprimiu outro sorrisinho.

"Comigo?!"

"E qual o problema, _____?", franziu a testa. "É coisa de mulher."

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urfriendlylocalidiot · 7 months ago

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Please send in ITZY requests!! I love writing for them

Love Languages w/ ITZY

Yeji

Physical Touch

Would definitely be clingy and especially to you. Even if it’s like little things : holding your hand, holding onto your shoulder, etc. Would insist on being near you at all times. Even if you guys were both busy doing different things, she would at least be near you. Just having you nearby is enough to make her heart happy.

Although, when you guys do get sometime alone, she would definitely jump into your arms and cuddle with you. Even if there wasn’t a bed, she’d just be happy to be in your arms. Sometimes just being with you is enough to make her day 10x better.

Lia

Words of Affirmation

She would swoon over any compliments you send her way. Even if it was just a text, it would send her heart racing. It would often be the little extra thing she needed to get through her day.

Would definitely be reciprocating of any and all compliments you send her way. Just a compliment from you would be enough to lift her mood. If she ever felt bad, she knew all she needed to was come to you and she’d feel so much better because of how nice you always were.

Ryujin

Acts of Service

Would definitely be a very very nice gentlewoman for you. On dates, she’d hold open the door and carry your bags, just make sure you were taken care of in every way possible. Even if you didn’t ask her for help, she would still go out of her way to help you out — your shoe is untied? you can bet that she’s on her knees to tie it for you.

However, although she would never ask for help either, you’d still secretly help her out too. Especially on days/weeks when she’s busy training, you’d be sure to cook her meals for her and would clean the apartment to make sure she had a clean and cozy place to return to.

Chaeryoung

Quality Time

Just being around you is enough for both of you guys to immediately be 10x more happy. You wouldn’t even necessarily even have to talk to her, you could both be doing your own totally separate things, but as long as you guys are in the same room or within eye contact of each other, you’d both be so happy.

Loves doing little domestic things with you like cooking dinner, doing laundry, or just watching a movie together. To her, any day spent just being around you would be a day well spent. Would definitely whine you have to leave, even if you guys spent literally the whole day together.

Yuna

Receiving Gifts

Yuna would definitely be used to being spoiled and who could blame her? You would definitely wind up pampering her. It’d turn into every single time you saw her, you’d have a gift for her. Not necessarily something expensive every single time, often, it was just you saw something that reminded you of her and bought it for her impulsively. Just little things like keychains or her favorite chocolate.

She’d definitely return the favor, but in even bigger means. Because she’s often very busy, she doesn’t have time to just go out window-shopping whenever she pleases, but when she does, she’s sure to stock up on a lot of gifts for you. She’d give larger gifts, but less frequently. Expect to be VERY loved on your birthday and Christmas.

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elsbunny · 8 months ago

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the big bang theory! — shin ryujin

after your dad started pressuring you to stop partying and focus on your academics, you were moved to another dorm. what you didn’t expect was that your two neighbors were total brainiacs, which you thought would make it hard to fit in.

or when ryujin saw you across the hall, she swore to herself that the babies would be smart and beautiful

hot nerd!ryujin x popular fem!reader

genre: humor, strangers/neighbors to lovers, college au, fluff, just lgbt couples bc we hate heterosexuality, ryu thinking is an unrequited love 100% of the time

warnings: death jokes, swearing, academic validation, drinking problems, mommy issues, sex jokes, reader is freaky freaky and ryu lies about not being ten times more freaky, literally A LOT of tbbt references because duhhh, a bunch of losers tbh

notes; my first smau!! i really hope it goes well and that you guys like it!!! i pretend to take my time with it so i can make a good job 💗💛🐰

status: ongoing

profiles!

y/n’s group ryujin’s group

intro

01. smart and beautiful

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ryulvrs · 1 year ago

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more than a game (hwang yeji, smut)

summary: you have a thing for yeji’s thighs as she rides an arcade motorcycle

warnings: dom!yeji, sub!f!reader, degradation, thigh riding (yeji receiving), finger fucking, overuse of “baby” petname

word count: 964

a/n: a little short and not my best since its been a bit! but omg yeji 😵‍💫😵‍💫

you weren’t sure why exactly you had a thing for the lower part of your girlfriend’s body. more specifically, her thighs. something about the way her clothes would tug on her skin differently or how she knew just how to use them had you in a complete frenzy.

however, combining your lustful kink and an arcade game that especially drew your eyes even more to them was a dangerous combination.

you thought your date that day with your girlfriend, yeji, would be innocent and playful. but after she sat on top of the motorcycle for the game, you couldn’t help but watch as she rode it according to the race she played.

“are you okay, baby?” she turns her head briefly midgame to look at you. you have been silent the whole round, completely taken in by her body.

“of course, have you won yet?” you respond as calmly as you could fake. you should’ve known though, that yeji could read right through your act.

the machine dings a few times before flashing the word ‘winner’ on the screen. “good job!” you say going up to her to hug her while she was still sat on the motorcycle, with your hand laying at about her waist.

her hand slowly leaves the steering wheel and trails up to your hand. she rubs her thumb sensually onto you. “why so quiet?” she says, and you can practically feel her lips curl into a smirk.

without letting you answer, she gets off the motorcycle and her face finally meets yours. she leans closer to you, and for a brief second, you felt a rush of hot air surrounding you.

she plants a kiss on your cheek, and whispers just loudly enough that you could hear, “did you like that, y/n?”

you didn’t know how to respond, or more realistically, you couldn’t respond. she saw how red your face got so quickly and took that as her answer. in one motion, she takes your hand and leads you out the arcade. as fast as you left, you were swiftly in her car again.

“go ahead baby, touch my thigh,” she says confidently at you.

despite how nervous you were inside, you’ve been wanting this for a while. so, you swallowed the anxiousness down and moved your hand closer to her. you softly place it closer to her knee. “is this okay?” you ask.

“you can go farther,” she says, putting her hand ontop of yours to move both hands closer to her waist instead of her knee. you allowed yourself to hold the inner part just a few inches away from her panties.

“this okay?” you ask once more. she nods and reaches to start the car but based off the needy look you had written all over your face, she pulls away and turns her attention fully to you.

instead of reaching to your hand to guide it, she grasps it and swiftly pulls you into the back of your car.

without a second thought, yeji wraps her arms around you, with her hands landing on your uncovered waist. the mutual desperation between you both fills the car.

she tugs on your pants’ waistband and pull away from the kiss to make sure its okay for her to continue. you nod, and she slips them off along with your panties.

“ride my thigh, baby,” she groans out and positions you onto her thigh. your core was practically dripping onto her. you push the rim of her skirt up and hold her back for support.

you slowly begin to move your hips up and down her thigh at a steady pace. you watch as her head falls back slowly against the car window. yeji moves her hands so that one finger brushes against your fold.

“don’t stop, keep going for me,” she says with her hand positioned so that every bit you moved would rub her fingers on your clit. you needed her to push them further in you, but yet the teasing turned you on.

“i need more…” you whimper out looking at her desperately. she smirks at you, and guides your body to laying back on the seat.

“be good for me,” she says as she suddenly pushes a finger into you. you moan almost instantaneously and you can tell she enjoys hearing you. her thumb guides her finger to go in and out of you at a decent pace.

whilst maintaining this, she kisses down your neck leaving pretty lipstick marks. she could tell you were needy for more, so she puts another finger in and increases the speed.

your whimpers become strong moans from her fingers curling inside of you. she’d pull her fingers just far enough out that she would get that needy whine out of you, so she could slam back in just to hear your cries.

your fluids coat her fingers as your stomach feels even more tight. the windows in the car steam up as you moan from your beautiful girlfriend. her fingers get faster once more, and you feel your lower body practically shaking.

“look how slutty you are just from my thighs, hm?” she degrades you lovingly. that was all you needed for the knot in you to fully wind up.

she fingers you as you reach your climax, and you feel your whole body release at once. she slaps your pretty pussy and kisses your exhausted face.

she can’t help but just pull you so close to her immediately. “you’re okay, baby?” she asks and kisses your face all over. you nod, smile at her, and lay your head in the crook of her neck.

she plants a kiss on your forehead and tightly hugs you once more. what crazy things thighs can do to you.

#gg smut #itzy smut #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x you #itzy x yn #itzy x fem reader #yeji smut #yeji x reader #yeji x you #wlw #itzy fanfic #itzy scenarios #itzy drabbles #itzy headcanons #itzy hard hours #hwang yeji x reader #gg x reader

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 years ago

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Itzy - Covering Their Faces In Lipstick/Kiss Marks

A/N: I'm so excited for today to end - I have three days off of class! (that I will spend doing homework... ANYWAYS) I hope everyone who is studying or working gets a break sometime in the next month or two because it's rough out here lol

TW: None, but it is a gender-neutral reader!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Super shy and blushy, especially when she looks into a mirror

Does she want you to stop? Absolutely not!

Doesn’t try to kiss you back, she’s too shocked to do anything but allow it to happen

Please help her clean up the marks, otherwise she’ll forget and the other girls will tease the shit out of her.

Absolutely loves it, please keep giving her all of your love and attention in the world!

Definitely pulls you closer when she realizes what’s going on

A little smirk sits on her face as you kiss her

Gives you a few lipstick marks of your own! Look, you’re matching now. ;)

Would remember to wipe up the marks, but she won’t say no to your help

Oh, you know she’s enjoying this with every atom in her body.

Shit-eating smirk on her face as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear

Unless you really manage to catch her by surprise, you can’t fluster her

Does not wipe the marks up, partly because she just wants to embarrass you further…

And partly because she likes seeing everyone shocked at the marks on her face

She’s ascended, she’s won the lottery, Chaeryeong.exe has stopped working permanently

No resistance, she’s all aboard the love and affection train

As long as you don’t mind her being a blushing, shy mess afterwards

Lord help the both of you if someone walks in, Chaeryeong’s soul will leave her body

She does remember to wipe up your kisses, but she accidentally leaves one or two that causes her to get teased

Again, you know she is loving every minute of this

You’ve also engaged yourself in a kissing war with Yuna

By the end, you’re both covered in a lot of lipstick

She’s laughing at the two of you before taking pictures of herself in the mirror

She will wipe it off before she goes out, but Yuna will jokingly show her members the photos, and they tease you about it when they see you next.

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spadesolace · 1 year ago

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mine - college au! chaeryeong x fem! reader

chaeryeong is sweet girl with no ill intentions but you're both unsure what to do anymore once you've crossed the line of friends and dating.

warning/s: mentions of drinking, suggestive, friends with benefits

words: 2.1k

what’s it like to keep falling after being caught time and time again?

there she stood in the middle of the dance floor as you held both your drinks as your friends and hers celebrated the night before valentine’s day at a club. why did you even agree to this?

chaeryeong had to persuade you into coming, considering it was your friend group that decided to merge and go out together. oh right… partially it’s because of her.

you’ve lost count on how many shots you’ve done or how many glasses of gin and tonic is in your system. mouth sealed as people try to flirt with her and fortunately for you, she’s breaking their hearts left and right. one last attempt to celebrate valentine’s with someone.

“dude, she’s gonna melt if you keep looking at her like that.” minjeong nudges you to shake you up and not possibly start a fight in the club just because someone is flirting with chaeryeong.

“i want her to look at me. her drink is so fucking diluted now.” the cocktail she got is mostly water at this point while you’re getting another shot being offered to you.

“she’s looking at you after she rejects those losers. seriously, i thought your whole whatever the fuck is going on between you two would be settled.” you thought so as well, how did this thing even happen? you weren’t like this months ago and here you are thinking back on how the hell does she have you on a chokehold.

it was one of those nights that chaeryeong wanted to sleep over at your place, knowing that you don’t share your room with anyone or how you don’t mind her being there as you work on whatever homework you have. she’s quiet in your bed as she’s reading for her class and you’re on the verge of calling it a night. chaeryeong has been keeping track of your movement, making her lose focus when she could have been studying but she’s looking at you and averting them is she thinks you’re gonna look at her or face her way.

her face is buried in her book as you continue what you’re doing, taking quick glances at chaeryeong before you walk out of the room to get yourself something to relieve the stress. coming back holding a bottle of soju and a glass and noticing the way chaeryeong’s nose scrunches if she doesn’t understand a term or how focused she is at reading.

“do you want a drink?” chaeryeong doesn’t know how you got that bottle of soju when you were just studying a few minutes ago on your desk that was close to where she was. she lost track of you for a bit.

“on a school night, really?” you rolled your eyes as you took a glass and poured yourself some and placed it back on your desk. sitting next to her as you wait for some sort of reaction or confirmation that she wants to. her hand reaches out asking for your glass, she’s not one to finish a drink alone, knowing that she gets drunk easily.

“if you finish my glass, i swear to god, lee chaeryeong-” pouring another shot of soju, thinking if you should get a can of beer and mix it.

“you and i both know i’m going to drink whatever you have.” she’s thinking the same thing as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen like she owns the place.

“then you complain how strong it tastes.” you follow her, holding the glass and the bottle of soju and setting it in the living room where she pours the beer onto the one glass you’ve been sharing.

“stop getting strong drinks then.” she takes the glass and chugs it as she gently places it back on the table with a smug look.

“work on your tolerance first.” pouring yourself a drink as her smug look is wiped out of her face.

chaeryeong is a lightweight, you know this as she finishes another glass and is already laughing at whatever you two are talking about but who are you to complain. getting quite touchy and leaning on you as she reaches for your glass but you stop her and finish the drink. even if you’re a bit tipsy and she’s close to being blackout drunk, your priority is to stop her from going past her limit.

she’s looking at you with a pout as you keep the glass away from her, reaching out and leaning herself onto you, faces inches away from each other, and you’re looking at her lips while she’s looking at yours. halfway through the bantering of her being a lightweight and trying to prove herself to you, now on the verge of either kissing each other or stopping entirely and calling it a night.

whatever it was, chaeryeong made the first move, kissing you with such gentleness at first as you let the shock die down and kiss her back. in the back of your mind, you’re brushing this off as you’re both intoxicated, not in the right mind and it’s just the mood of your place. there’s also the other part of you that doesn’t care about what happens.

that wasn’t the case when you woke up the following day, seeing how you’re both holding each other close with a small headache. this is normal between you and chaeryeong who sleep next to each other when she comes over but a part of you is aware it isn’t. noticing how your clothes are scattered everywhere on the floor, and her neck is covered in lovebites. even double checking under the blanket to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

part of you was panicking because this is your friend who you’ve grown to care so much for. the same girl that you met freshman year of college who you believe is such a sweetheart and wouldn’t do such a thing if she were intoxicated let alone be the one to initiate all of this.

chaeryeong feels you moving in her embrace and tries her best to stop you while you’re in the middle of having a mental crisis. it didn’t help that she kisses you in the lips that you’ve fully stopped your thought process and look at her who is just smiling as if she doesn’t have the worst headache of her life.

“the fuck, chaer?”

“don’t act like you hate it.”

that’s how it started, sneaking around and kissing each other in private, acting like a couple and lying to your friends that chaeryeong is nothing but a friend. well- that was it, a friends with benefits scenario with her and a part of you is slowly dying as this keeps on going. if it weren’t for minjeong walking in on you two kissing at a party, she wouldn’t have known this entire thing.

within the 3 months this situation you have with chaeryeong has been going on, you know you’ve grown to like the girl more than you’d like to admit. the first rule of the deal was no strings attached, no feelings, because this started because you’re both lonely, right?

a part of you thinks it’s more than just being lonely, hoping that chaeryeong has grown to like you but won’t admit it. delusional, but how could anyone explain the possessiveness when some girl flirts with you, or how she’s stuck by your side and talks about the future and telling you that you’re a part of it in some way. you’re tired of the push and pull and want her to be full on honest but how could that happen when you’re so close to each other yet it feels like she’s miles away.

you keep your gaze on chaeryeong dancing as you’re left with minjeong a bit intoxicated and having the need to go out and think things through. valentine’s was a few hours away and here you are at a club holding a diluted drink and an empty glass. placing the glass on the table, letting minjeong know you’re heading out first to get some fresh air but in reality you plan on heading home and not wallow much in the pain that is in the shape of lee chaeryeong.

she’s dancing with her friends but her gaze never left yours as she watches you take your stuff and leave your friend on the table. you’re not looking at her as the bouncer lets you out - she stops and looks at minjeong, panicking and signalling to her friends that she’s gonna head out for a bit. she hopes you haven’t walked that far or taken a bus back to your place but she’s running to you with your head low and kicking a random pebble.

“Y/N!” turning around, you see chaeryeong running at you and into your arms holding you close while you’re a bit concerned as she chased after you without a coat in the middle of winter. taking yours off and letting it drape on her shoulders as she holds you closer.

“you should head back in there.” you feel she shaking her head as you hold her close, letting the snowflakes drop as you try to find a way to make her go back and continue talking to whoever was flirting with her.

“we’re going home together. you can’t just leave me having fun there-”

“chaer, it’s fine - not like we’re dating..,” a bit of a low blow but it’s the truth. why would she chase after you if she was the only one having fun while you’re in pain. how could you tell her that you need some sort of answer or label to whatever this is because you’re sure this isn’t just a friends with benefits when you’re acting like a couple in private without much of the benefits.

“just go back… ask ryujin to drive you home.”

“i said, we’re going home together. that’s final.”

you’re tired of the push and pull. whatever this is. because how come she’s reacting like this when there’s no strings attached.

“i wanna end this.” chaeryeong is taken aback, weren’t you happy before you left for the party? kissing her before stepping out and all of a sudden you want to stop. you also weren’t the best - chaeryeong has been nothing but confused because of you as you act clingy to her in private and ignore her in public. playing the push and pull, but that was expected because she made the rules.

no feelings. no public display of affection, and no one has to know (aside from minjeong).

“fine.”

“the fuck yo- hold on. you’re fine with us ending things?”

she nods and let’s go of you, there’s some space in between but not like those where the other person runs for it and you just hear nothing from them but she’s close. looking at you straight and holding you by the chin to make sure you’re looking directly at her.

“under one condition.” you raise your eyebrow, letting her continue as you can’t really think much when there’s alcohol running in your system and all you wanna do is kiss her.

“tell me that you love me. even if you don’t - just tell me that you love me.”

everything that involves lee chaeryeong leaves you confused and asking for some sort of clarity but it’s part of her charm and hearing that absurd request - it would be easy because you do love her.

“i love you.”

she let’s you go, moving back a bit with a sad smile on her face as she turns around and starts to walk away. you’re left in the cold as she slowly leaves you alone as if time stopped, contemplating on to pour your entire heart out or go home. this could be your last time seeing her if you don’t let her know your true feelings and how much you’re dying to tell her that you've fallen for her.

”i love you - to the point you take my breath away and i’m left here suffocating when you’re far away as if you’re oxygen that my body needs. it’s killing me seeing you in public and stopping myself from running towards you and just kiss you to stop them from flirting with you and - i wanted to end this because- “ you pause, taking a deep breath as chaeryeong is facing you with glossy eyes, holding your coat close to her small figure.

“i want to date you, not like this - the push and pull is killing me, chaer. please-”

“shut up and kiss me.”

she ran towards you throwing your coat on the ground and kissing you like the same way when it started. a kiss that’s so gentle but she’s pouring her heart out for you to reciprocate.

chaeryeong knows that you’re already hers, she just needed you to say it.

#itzy chaeryeong #chaeryeong #chaeryeong x reader #chaeryeong imagines #itzy #lee chaeryeong #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy x reader #angst #yes it's angst #mine by chaeryeong is on loop

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alcoholfreenayeon · 9 months ago

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CHAERYEONG AS YOUR GF PLEASEEEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Chaeryoung Girlfriend HCs

A/N: There you go🌚

SFW HCs

Daydreams a lot. You’ll find her lost in her thoughts quite often.

She always this cute smile when she sees you. The way she tries to suppress it but fails is adorable.

You both watch a lot of romcoms together.

She likes to listen to ASMR especially before she sleeps. It caught you off guard because when you came to bed after her and began to hear random sounds and whispers you were sure the room was haunted.

She’s been thinking of writing a song about you but is hesitating because she wants to improve her song writing skills first to make sure she does her best.

Chaeryoung and you love trying out new food and cuisines.

She gets cold quite easily so during winter the two of you are always cuddling up under a blanket. However that has made her dislike winter a little less since it means she gets to cuddle up with you without excuse more often.

You want to watch some horror movies with her but she gets really scared. Chaeryoung said she’d watch it if you tell her the whole plot first.

You both like going on dinner dates often.

Visiting the beach is something you both like to do because both of you find it quite relaxing and a place where you both can be lost in your thoughts.

NSFW HCs

She had been waiting for you to make the first move for so long.

Chaeryoung still can’t believe how things you do to her make her heart beat so fast she’s afraid it’ll burst out of her chest.

When you both have sex it’s generally slow passionate and sensual. Like both of your souls are literally connecting.

She likes to dress up for it a lot and tries out different lingerie and recently been thinking about doing cosplay but isn’t sure if you’d like that.

Chaeryoung leaves lots of nail and scratch marks on you. And you leave lots of hickeys on her.

She likes handcuffs, doesn’t matter whether it’s on her or on you.

She’s a switch but prefers to be a sub most of the time.

It took her the longest time but now she finally doesn’t get too shy halfway through after trying to seduce you.

She has a praise kink and becomes such a mess when you do praise her.

She doesn’t mind things getting heated in public and in fact kinda finds it really hot.

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siilent-wanderer · 6 days ago

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I would love to see a full fic of contract marriage!Yeji like how you wrote in the kdrama tropes for the actress!au, but only if you’re up for it! It’s been in my brain since I read it - 🃏

Contract Marriage

Summary: What began as a contract between Hwang Yeji and Cho Y/N to protect their families’ legacies slowly becomes something neither of them expected — and love was never in the fine print.

Genre: slight angst and tension, fluff

Word Count: 2.7k words

Yeji x fem!reader

Cho Y/N’s wedding to Hwang Yeji was televised, rehearsed down to the second. The guests were all industry names, the dress was custom-made, and the kiss — chaste, obligatory — was prompted by the director overseeing the live broadcast. Cameras flashed. Applause erupted.

She could still feel the stiffness in Yeji’s hand as she held Y/N’s for the bow.

[K-EXCLUSIVE] Chaebol Daughters Tie the Knot: Hwang Yeji and Cho Y/N’s Lavish Wedding Stuns the Nation A marriage of elegance and power — insiders say the union between IT conglomerate Hwang Group and Cho Enterprises was “inevitable.”

Everyone bought it. The fairytale story of two rising chaebol daughters uniting for love — or, more accurately, to prevent a scandal that would destroy both families' reputations. The marriage was a business deal. A contract. Nothing more.

Y/N moved into the Hwang’s massive family estate the next day. The house was as cold as Yeji was.

Their mornings began with coffee at opposite ends of a marble dining table, evenings passed in silence, Yeji’s footsteps soft against the hardwood as she disappeared into the master bedroom. Y/N slept in the guest room across the hall. Neither of them said goodnight. They barely said anything at all.

Yeji’s mother made no effort to hide her disdain either.

It began subtly — pointed glances when Y/N wore something too casual around the house, veiled jabs about her upbringing during dinner, cold smiles when guests were present. Y/N endured it all with clenched teeth and a carefully neutral expression.

Yeji never stepped in. Not at first.

The Cho’s only daughter started to wonder if Yeji had felt the same way.

Then came the charity gala.

Y/N was alone for a moment, tucked into a corner of the ballroom with a half-empty wine glass, trying not to think about the thousand-yard stares and plastic smiles that filled the room. That’s when her mother-in-law appeared, all pearls and perfectly rehearsed elegance.

"You should learn your place,” she said, softly but firmly. “This family has tolerated worse, but rarely for long."

Y/N turned to her, stunned. “Excuse me?”

She smiled tightly, as if posing for a photo. "You're nothing more than a placeholder. Don't mistake convenience for affection."

Y/N froze. Her words cut deeper than she’d expected, sharper than any whisper behind her back. Y/N tightened her grip on her glass, jaw clenching.

Before she could find her voice, a hand slid around her waist.

"She’s my wife," Yeji said, her voice trembling not with fear, but fury. "Speak to her with respect."

Her mother blinked. So did Y/N.

Yeji didn’t say anything more. She just turned and led Y/N away, her grip gentle now, fingers brushing hers like a silent apology.

After that, something shifted.

Y/N found Yeji waiting for her in the kitchen the next morning, two mugs of coffee steaming side by side. She looked at her for the first time without the mask on.

They talked. At first, it was stiff, awkward. Conversations about the weather turned into commentary about the books stacked in the hallway. Talk of dinner turned into cooking together. One night, they bumped shoulders while reaching for the same bowl of ramen. Yeji didn’t move away.

"You like it spicy?" she asked.

"Not as spicy as you pretend to be," Y/N replied.

Her lips twitched.

The late-night moments followed a week after. Ramen on the floor of the kitchen. Y/N in one of Yeji’s oversized shirts, their feet brushing against each other under the table.

"What would you be doing if this weren’t real?" Y/N had asked once.

Her answer: "Probably wondering what it’d be like to kiss you anyway."

The first time Yeji kissed her for real, it wasn’t under cameras or for show. It was after Y/N fell asleep on the couch and Yeji covered her with a blanket. She blinked awake to the feeling of Yeji’s fingers brushing her cheek, hesitant. Yeji leaned in, slow enough for Y/N to stop her.

She didn’t.

The kiss was soft. Unpracticed. A little messy. Yeji’s hand trembled against her jaw.

And that night, Y/N didn’t go back to the guest room. She stayed in her “wife’s”.

The contract still sat in a drawer somewhere, untouched. Y/N wasn’t acting anymore. And neither was Yeji.

The next charity gala loomed, draped in elegance and expectations. It was the kind of event that once felt like a cage to Y/N — an obligation built into the very foundation of their contract. Appear perfect. Smile on cue. Play the part of a fairytale wife to Hwang Yeji.

But this time… it was different.

It was in the way Yeji held her hand now — not possessively, but gently, as if she wanted to anchor them both in something real. It was in the way Yeji’s gaze lingered longer than necessary when she helped Y/N into the car, her thumb brushing softly over the back of her hand before pulling away.

The driver said nothing, but Y/N caught the faintest curl of a smile in the rearview mirror.

“Still hate these things?” Yeji asked as the car rolled to a stop in front of the venue.

Y/N smoothed out a non-existent crease in her dress. “I still hate pretending.”

Yeji didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she reached over and adjusted a delicate earring that had come loose on Y/N’s right ear, her fingers brushing her jawline with the kind of familiarity that made Y/N’s breath catch.

“Then don’t pretend,” Yeji said quietly, her tone unreadable. “Not tonight.”

Inside the ballroom, everything sparkled. Journalists and photographers swarmed the entrance, flashes popping like fireworks as they made their entrance. But for once, the light didn’t feel blinding. Y/N stood just half a step behind Yeji, as she always did — and yet, this time, she felt seen.

She caught a glimpse of them in one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors: two women in sharp silhouettes and steady gazes. Not just a perfect pair. A real one.

Throughout the evening, Yeji stayed close. Her hand on the small of Y/N’s back was subtle but constant. When they laughed at a joke during dinner, Yeji leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Y/N’s ear as she whispered something that made her cheeks flush. Y/N laughed, but the sound was breathless.

“You’re staring,” Yeji murmured later, when they’d stepped out onto the balcony for air. Her voice was amused, but her eyes were soft.

Y/N looked away, flustered. “I wasn’t.”

“You were,” Yeji said, a little closer now. “It’s okay. I was too.”

Y/N gave a small smile, leaning against the railing as cool air wrapped around them. “It’s strange.”

“What is?”

“Liking this. Liking… you.”

Yeji tilted her head. “Do you?”

Y/N didn’t answer. She just reached out and tugged lightly on Yeji’s sleeve, pulling her closer until their arms brushed.

Back inside, the whispers were already circulating.

“They weren’t like this before, right?”

“I swear they actually looked in love tonight.”

"I've never seen Hwang Yeji smile like that before."

A photo of them on the balcony went viral that night. Yeji’s hand resting on Y/N’s waist, Y/N’s head tipped just slightly in Yeji’s direction, their expressions soft and private, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Y/N scrolled through it later that night in bed, Yeji beside her reading emails. She turned the phone screen toward her.

“They’re saying we’re not faking it anymore.”

Yeji glanced at the photo and smiled faintly. “We’re not.”

Y/N’s heart flipped.

For the first time in months — maybe years — she didn’t feel like she was performing. Not for the press. Not for her family. Not even for Yeji.

It just felt like she was just… hers.

The lunch invitation came the morning after the gala. A simple text, too formal to be from a mother, and too polite to be casual.

"Lunch tomorrow. Just the three of us. Noon. You know the place."

No further explanation. No emojis. Not even a greeting. Yeji stared at it longer than she should’ve before finally typing back a short, “Understood.”

When she told Y/N, she didn’t sugarcoat it.

“She saw the photo, didn’t she?” Y/N guessed.

Yeji nodded once. “You know she never lets things go unnoticed.”

“What do you think she wants?”

Yeji looked at her, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. “To remind us who’s really in control.”

The restaurant was Yeji’s mother’s favorite — private, quiet, obscenely expensive. The kind of place where even the waitstaff knew to disappear once food was served. They were seated in a glass-walled room tucked away from the main dining hall. The view outside was stunning — lush gardens, glistening koi ponds — but the tension inside was thick enough to slice through.

Y/N sat straighter than usual, poised. Yeji sat beside her, not across, their shoulders occasionally brushing which felt intentional, grounding even.

Yeji’s mother arrived exactly on time, dressed to perfection, not a single strand of hair out of place. She barely glanced at Y/N before sitting down across from them.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, though it didn’t sound like gratitude.

The waiter poured tea and vanished.

For a moment, silence.

Then: “You two were the talk of the gala last night.” Her voice was smooth, laced with something cold. “The balcony photo. It’s everywhere.”

Y/N didn’t respond. Yeji’s jaw tensed, but she kept her voice calm. “We expected it.”

“I didn’t,” her mother replied lightly, slicing her salad with too much precision. “You’ve never looked so… convincing.”

Yeji said nothing. Y/N’s fingers curled slightly on her lap.

Her mother looked at her then, really looked. “Tell me, Y/N. Are you enjoying this arrangement?”

There it was. The challenge.

Y/N met her gaze evenly. “I didn’t expect to. But I’ve grown to. Yeji and I work well together.”

“Is that what it is? Work?” she asked, tilting her head, smile razor-sharp. “Because if it’s something else… I’d be very curious about what changed.”

“Why does it matter what changed?” Yeji said quietly.

Her mother turned her eyes back to her. “Because this wasn’t supposed to be real.”

Y/N blinked. Yeji’s hand found hers under the table.

“You had someone else in mind for me,” Yeji said. It wasn’t a question. “Didn’t you?”

There was a pause. Then, finally: “You know I did. And he would’ve been the better choice — for you, for the family.”

“You mean for you,” Yeji said sharply. “He would’ve done whatever you wanted. Including folding himself into this dynasty like a good son-in-law. He was your pawn.”

Her mother’s expression didn’t change, but her tone cooled. “And what is Y/N, then? A wildcard? A romantic fantasy you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in because of a contract you never took seriously?”

Yeji’s grip tightened under the table. “She’s mine.”

That silenced the room.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. Not because of the word, but the way it had left Yeji’s mouth — low, steady, fiercely certain.

Yeji’s mother set her utensils down, untouched food before her. “If this was just about keeping up appearances, I’d let you play your part. But you’re starting to believe it. And so is the public.”

Yeji sat back, chin raised. “Then maybe it’s not just an appearance anymore.”

Her mother exhaled slowly, as though the very idea exhausted her. “Careful, Yeji. You forget how quickly things can be taken away.”

Yeji looked her in the eye. “Then take them. Because I’m not giving her up.”

Silence again. Tense. Unbreakable.

Her mother rose slowly. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do,” Yeji said. “For once, I really do.”

Y/N stood too, quietly but with resolve. She bowed slightly — formal, polite — but her eyes never left Yeji’s mother’s face. “Thank you for the tea.”

They left without looking back.

Outside the restaurant, the sunlight was harsh. But Yeji finally let go of the breath she’d been holding.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, still holding Y/N’s hand.

Y/N squeezed it. “Don’t be.”

“I’ve never told her off like that before.”

Y/N smiled gently. “You were incredible.”

Yeji looked at her then. “I know we married for convenience, but you’re not just someone I’d stay with only to save face. You know that, right?”

“I know,” Y/N said. “But hearing you say it out loud? Kinda hot.”

Yeji huffed out a laugh, tugging her closer. “Let’s go home.”

“Your place or mine?” Y/N teased.

Yeji leaned in. “Whichever one lets me kiss you the second we walk through the door.”

The photo from the charity gala hadn’t just gone viral — it had reshaped the whole narrative. Overnight, the media tone shifted from speculative and performative to curious and cautiously romantic.

“From Contract to Connection? Netizens Swoon Over Yeji and Y/N’s Gala Chemistry” “Not Just for Show: Body Language Expert Breaks Down That Viral Look” “#HwangCho Rising Again on Social Media as Fans Wonder: Was It Ever Fake?”

The tabloids loved it. PR teams were cautiously optimistic. And Yeji? She ignored them all.

For the first time in her life, she didn’t care what anyone else said.

What mattered was this: Y/N curled up beside her on the couch, hair still damp from the shower, wrapped in one of Yeji’s oversized hoodies. Her feet were tucked beneath her, a mug of tea in her hand. Hongsam and Insam snored softly on the floor nearby.

The house was quiet — just the soft hum of late-night radio playing from the kitchen and the rhythmic breathing of someone who felt more like home than anything Yeji had ever known.

She scrolled through a few headlines on her phone before setting it aside. “They really think we’re falling in love.”

Y/N glanced at her over the rim of her mug. “Aren’t we?”

Yeji’s mouth curved. “Hmm, maybe we already have.”

Y/N didn’t answer right away. She just leaned forward, placed her mug on the coffee table, then nestled closer into Yeji’s side. “I used to wonder what it would feel like to be in love with someone I wasn’t pretending with.”

Yeji wrapped an arm around her. “And now?”

Y/N looked up. “Now I wonder how I ever thought I was pretending with you.”

It was quiet for a beat.

Then Yeji turned to her, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “Let them talk then.”

“They will.”

“Let them guess.”

“They are.”

Yeji smiled and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple. “They’ll never know how lucky I am.”

The shift in their relationship ignited the spark within Y/N. On random weekends, she’d redesign the house, clean stuff out, just so it’d feel more like it was theirs. That Saturday, with both of them home meant two mugs of coffee, a couch warmed by sunlight, and a stack of unopened mail on the table — along with a familiar manila envelope.

Yeji picked it up without thinking, thumbing open the seal. Inside was the original copy of the marriage contract. The one their lawyers drafted. The one signed by both families.

The one they hadn’t looked at since the day it all began.

She held it up, raising an eyebrow. “Did you know this was still here?”

Y/N leaned over, peeking at the papers. “I thought we threw that out already.”

Yeji smiled faintly. “Guess we didn’t need to. We stopped following it a long time ago.”

Y/N took the papers from her, flipping through the clauses. Clause 1: Maintain appearances. Clause 3: Sleep in separate bedrooms. Clause 7: No romantic involvement outside of agreed public events.

She glanced up at Yeji, amused. “We’ve broken almost every rule in here.”

Yeji leaned in, her voice low and certain. “Because none of this matters anymore.”

They were quiet for a moment. Then Y/N set the contract on the table, reached for a lighter in the drawer, and held it up wordlessly.

Yeji’s smile deepened. “You’re serious?”

Y/N nodded. “Feels like the right ending, doesn’t it?”

Yeji took the lighter, flicked it once, and brought the flame to the corner of the paper. It caught quickly, curling into ash as they watched side by side.

When it was gone, there was only a soft silence left between them and the warmth of everything that had replaced it.

Yeji turned to her, voice quiet. “So… now what?”

Y/N reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Now we write something new.”

And they did. Together.

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queeryu-u · 8 months ago

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so, as usual, ryujin has been driving me insane and even more in this cb so !!!! here we go again

ryujin x f! reader. smut

exhibitionism, ryujin ignores reader ???? kind of ??? slightly. and it’s what makes it hotter tho

men and minors dni !!!!!!!

before you and your pretty girlfriend were a couple, you were the closest friends ever, in a group of six. the rest of your friends didn’t care that you got together, instead they were kind of relieved as in it finally happened, and they didn’t need to hear you being crazy for each other but doing nothing more than complain to them, separately.

both of you didn’t want to fuck up the group dynamics and isolate from them, so you keep on making plans repeatedly. it was pretty balanced, just they got to see the two of you being more clingy, but no one bat an eye really. you just didn’t want to always annoy them.

tonight was a lazy hangout, just them coming to see whatever movie seemed appealing, or some dumb shit, just for the giggles. you had a good time before chatting up, and now it was pretty late, it was the last one you were going to watch before everyone left. you also drank alcohol, taking a shot every time you cringed in a scene as a game. every once in a while you and your girlfriend stole glances at each other, and some other short kisses as well. you didn’t sit next to each other during the three movies before, but now changed places as she hugged by your side, and you placed your head on her shoulder.

it was cold now, and everyone had blankets on their laps, chaeryeong even covering up wholly, and you laughed at her. there was still an hour left for the movie to end, and at this point, a little bit drunk, being cozy next to your girlfriend just got you thinking on being just with her, and kissing her passionately. maybe leaving the movie as the background noise of your loving. but you couldn’t, so you started pressing soft kisses into her shoulder. your girlfriend hummed happily at the motions, and acknowledged it by caressing your sides.

you decided to just focus on her, being cautious of her gestures, attentive to her reaction as you licked slowly the skin of her neck, laughing breathily as you saw her jolt a little. she looked at you mischievously as one of her hands went to one of your inner thighs, pinching.

“behave.” she whispered into your ear, a lopsided smile adorning her face, but her demeanor kept calm, and somehow serious. you exhaled heavily at her tone, commanding but still affectionate. you wouldn’t lie, being so close next to her after missing her presence the whole evening was driving you a little bit insane, you wanted to keep her even closer, and now you wished she was on top of you, inside you, or doing whatever she pleased with you.

you bit your lip and straightened in your seat, as she started talking with yeji, who was seated by her side. you weren’t part of the conversation, neither knew what they were talking about, just knew that your girlfriend’s hand started to move in your thigh after gripping it hard, trying to concentrate in calming your breathing. you were already horny, and having her warm hand touching you even so slowly got you dizzy. in some point, one of your hands tried to take the one she was moving in your thigh to move it between your legs, and surprisingly, she did comply, applying pressure into your clothed slit for mere seconds. you felt the air leave your lungs, trying not to whine at the loss of her contact, as she rested once again her hand in your thigh, leaving it there.

you were happy that the room was dark, because you could feel your face burn at being so needy for her, and the thoughts of what she could do to you, when your friends were in the same place as you. the idea of getting caught made you drip into your panties, even before doing anything at all, just thinking of it. you tried to regain your composure, and looked at your girlfriend, but she paid not mind at all, still talking whatever with yeji. not even glancing at you, but she could feel your gaze on her, and you saw her smile because of it.

she was ignoring you. for a moment, it felt like a punch to your gut, but it was also so fucking hot how much you needed her, and she seemed nonchalant. you had to change that, to have her attention. so you went to the bathroom quickly, seeing yourself on the mirror already flustered, and decided to take your panties off, just leaving you in a dress. you hid them in one hand, and went to the living room. once there, behind the sofa and your girlfriend, you kissed her deeply from behind, your arms trapping her figure, and smoothly giving your soaked panties to her, her hands below the blanket. the surprise kiss made her giggle, but once she realized what you did, you felt her grunting into the kiss. everything happened so fast, and you broke the kiss, winking at her and sitting next to her, once again resting your head in her shoulder as if nothing happened.

one of your friends joked that you should get a room, some laughing and the rest paying no mind. but your girlfriend? you couldn’t decipher if she was mad or if finally you got through her, but whatever it was, she looked so hot. you laughed to yourself, and tried to pay attention to the movie, feeling her gaze on you. below the blanket, her hand rested again on your thigh, and compared to before, she wasted no time in groping your inner thighs. she caressed between your legs, but never really touching your slit, it felt like a ghost caress, brushing some fingers in the area slightly, but not doing more than that.

you moved slightly your hips, trying to get some friction, but every time you did, she moved away in her touch. you knew she wanted you to stay still, and it got you even wetter imagining her voice giving you orders. that wasn’t the case right now, as she wasn’t even looking at you, just at the screen, but rested her head in yours. a loving gesture if you only saw what was happening in the upper half of your bodies.

in that exact moment, she finally caressed your soaked slit with her fingers, as if she was being careful to touch you, but deep down you knew she was just being a piece of shit. even so, she was teasing so much, that every touch, no matter how small or slow, it had you holding in your sounds with more difficulty than before. gladly for some time, the movie was loud enough to cover them, but just as it went a moment of silence, ryujin decided it was a good idea to toy with your clit harshly, biting your lip but couldn’t shut the embarrassing wail. your eyes opened wide, and as fast as you could, you fake coughed to cover the sound.

you didn’t dare to look at the rest of your friends as you could feel your whole body basking in shame, but could feel your girlfriend having a blast as she even laughed a bit, how humiliating. you clenched around nothing, and rested your face once again in her neck, leaving bites and marking her skin in vengeance. as she continued with her motions, her fingers spread your wetness to your folds, cupping your pussy and then rubbing it, still attentive to the media. you were in the brink of losing your mind and patience, but this situation made you feel everything more intense. you moaned lowly into her ear as she teased your entrance with the pad of her fingers, and in that moment, lia looked at you.

“are you okay y/n? you seem like you’ve got a fever, are you sick?” she asked with carefulness in her voice, making the rest of the girls take in the sight of you, some of them agreeing. you were about to answer when your girlfriend slid a finger inside you, not moving.

“i- i think, yeah. maybe. uhh.” you spoke ever so softly, your voice coming out a little bit shaky, and for the first time in these past minutes, your girlfriend looked directly into your eyes, feigning worry and touching your fore head with her palm. “it’s just, i think it’s because i don’t have my glasses on, and i’m forcing way too much my eyesight, but not a big deal.”

your girlfriend cooed at you, sliding the hand in your face to caress your cheek. “do you need something?” her eyes held concern in them, but it somehow it got confused with mockery, you clenched around her finger. “i’ll take care of you.” she whispered and kissed you on the forehead, by this time the attention of the group was on the movie again, gladly for you, because as she said those words, she inserted another finger into you, moving them slowly. ryujin held in your reaction and furrowed eyebrows, face conturing in pleasure but trying not to.

she got even closer to you and whispered in your ear before moving apart. “you look pathetic. ride my fingers love, i won’t be moving at all, show me how fucking needy and desperate you are.” your chest started heaving, tears forming in your eyes, but as she had her body turned to face you, she covered your frame for now. then she returned to see the screen, and did as she said: nothing. keeping her fingers still, waiting for you to start moving.

you bit the inside of your cheek, excitement and embarrassment combined rushing through your chest, you were extremely aware of your surroundings and her fingers inside you, clenching constantly on them. you were seated with your legs bent, so they were spread open for her and tried to circle your hips to ride her fingers at a slow pace. you bit your lip harshly to contain any possible sounds, moving calmly but in deviously way to not raise suspicions, savoring the flavor of each turn, and dripping every time more, stopping in your track as you could swear it made squelchy sounds, but your girlfriend noticed you stopped and hit your sweet spot particularly hard, your legs shaking.

your eyes rolled back, and tears were streaming down your face by the intense pleasure but not quite having it all, feeling it wasn’t enough but at the same time, overwhelmed. you decided it was best to pretend to be asleep, so you hid your face into her neck once again, closing your eyes and focusing on grinding against her hand, her thumb now resting on your clit. your lips brushed her neck, giving her open-mouthed kisses, mixing with gasps that were only for her.

when she felt you clenching more around her fingers, and clutching closer to her, she thrusted her fingers steadily, procuring to hit deep into you, and your body jolted but you suppressed it, your thighs trapping her hand inside of you as you couldn’t think on anything else more than reaching your high right now. you moved faster meeting with her ministrations, swearing it wasn’t noticeable at all, and apparently you were right, because you finally came and had the most quiet orgasm ever, sucking her fingers in.

you weren’t aware of what was happening beyond your ecstasy, so now that you kind of regain your senses, you noticed your girlfriend asked yeji to bring a glass of water and a pill for your headache, since she could feel you get hotter next to her, supposedly sleeping. she held the glass for you, helping you drink it and when she moved it away, she spilled a bit into your lap accidentally, at the same time, pulling your dress down to cover you.

“shit, i’m sorry.” she removed her hand from between your legs, looking intensely at you, and taking her soaked fingers with your juices into her mouth, licking them clean. “glad it didn’t reach you, can’t get you sick.”

she was a menace, and now you sure had somehow of a headache because of her.

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