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Needy Moments

Part 2

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Already Yours (Part 1)

Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, arranged marriage

TYPE: Two Shot

Inspired by: urs-NIKI

A/N: i received several arranged marriage request for the past two years, but it felt too different to what i usually wrote. since it's the start of a new year and the best time to try something new...here you gooooo! a special thank you to @neoplatinum! i re-read several of her works to gain some inspiration for this one. highly recommend everyone checking out her posts :)

The heavy doors swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding crash that echoed through the room. A tall, willowy figure dressed in a professional tan suit strode toward you, the sharp click of her heels punctuating the silence as she crossed the pristine marble floors. Behind her, two broad-shouldered bodyguards trailed in silence, their faces impassive. In contrast, her long black hair flowed behind her, each step full of purpose and anger. Scratch that. Lady Jimin was seething, her usually soft features now hard with barely contained anger.

“What is this, father?” Jimin addressed the old duke beside you, completely ignoring your presence.

Duke Yoo coughed, a nervous, helpless sound that filled the room. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fidgeted, clearly at a loss for words.

Before he could find his voice, his son stepped forward, his demeanor calm and predatory.

“Pleasant surprise seeing you here, Jimin.” Heesung’s smile was too smooth, his voice disgustingly sweet.

“Not much of a surprise, since this is the signing of my marriage certificate.” Jimin snapped, her eyes burning with a fire so intense it felt like she could burn the entire Y/LN enterprise building to the ground.

Your father, ever the one to involve himself in drama, couldn’t resist. “Ah, Lady Jimin. It's nice to finally meet my my future daughter-in-law.”

He moved toward her, arms wide, offering a false sense of warmth.

“There’s no way I’m getting tangled in your slimy business ventures, Y/LN.” Jimin spat, laced with pure contempt.

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The Duke shot a quick, nervous glance at your father’s impassive expression, sweat dripping down his chin now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/LN-nim.” The Duke hurriedly walked over to your father’s side.

“We didn’t have time to explain the agreement to Jimin. Let us talk to her first.”

“It seems she’s lacking in manners.” your father’s voice dropped several octaves, low and dangerous. “Perhaps we should address this before we finalize anything.”

Jimin’s anger flared, but it was quickly replaced by something darker—fear. As she caught sight of the cruel smile spreading across your father’s face, a cold shiver ran down her spine. The man was notorious for his ruthlessness, a cold, calculating figure who had controlled the country’s economy for decades. His power wasn’t just in his wealth, it was in his ability to make people tremble.

Even her bodyguards hesitated, inching closer to her but unsure whether to act.

That’s when you stepped forward, your silence broken at last.

You moved in front of your father, your hand gripping his arm and pulling him toward the desk. The weight of the room seemed to shift as your presence took control.

“Enough, father.” Your voice was soft, but unwavering, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s just finish this.”

Without another word, you reached for the inkstand, pressing your thumb into the dark ink and leaving a red fingerprint on the flimsy paper.

You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with Jimin, expressionless.

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers threading through her hair as she surrendered herself to the inevitable. She walked over and pressed her own delicate fingers to the paper, leaving a red mark beside yours. The blood-red ink seemed to mock her, a symbol of fate she could neither escape nor control.

“Good.” Heesung’s voice sliced through the silence, “Let’s let the lovebirds go and we can start talking business.”

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The banquet buzzed with noise, of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Friends, business partners, and classmates gathered, their faces painted with polite smiles and hidden agendas. Even the royal family was here to watch you and Jimin repeat the fake vows, marking as the wedding of the year.

The media waited outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wedding, to catch a glimpse of you and Jimin. After all, neither of you came from unknown backgrounds. Both of you were heirs to two of the most powerful families in the country. The cameras, the whispers...it was impossible to escape the spotlight, even if the marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance disguised as a union.

Jimin, the eldest daughter from House Yoo of Luthraine, stood at the center of it all. Her family ruled the country’s banking, their influence far-reaching. The duke, her father, was weak and easily swayed. His wife, however, had made up for it with her sharp mind—until her untimely death left House Yoo in shambles, and its future in the hands of Heesung, her son. A reckless choice that led to disaster. Jimin had stepped up to manage the family’s failing finances as soon as she turned 18. Clever, soft-hearted, and breathtakingly beautiful, Yoo Jimin was someone everyone admired.

Then there was you.

The sole heir to Y/LN Enterprise, the largest multinational conglomerate in investment banking and real estate. You were known for your reserved demeanor, your sharp mind, and your ability to observe everything with calculating precision. Unlike your father, who was feared for his temper and ruthless business tactics, you operated quietly, out of the spotlight. Most people found you distant, cold even, but you never played the villain. You simply didn't care for the politics of the game.

Despite growing up in the same world, you and Jimin had never really connected.

You’d gone to the same prestigious, ridiculously overpriced private schools, but Jimin had always been surrounded by a crowd, adored by everyone. You, however, had preferred to keep to yourself, always in the background, never truly seen, yet always watching.

“What’s the bride doing here drinking alone?” A warm voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing a grin to your face.

“You should be celebrating with your wife for a happy marriage.”

“If that’s what you expect from an arranged marriage,” you laughed, sloshing the champagne in your glass, “then you’ve got it all wrong, Hwang.”

Yeji, your best friend and business partner, flopped down beside you. She smoothed out her lavender dress and white wool jacket with practiced grace. It was strange to see her in a dress, usually preferring professional suits for work.

“You look hot. Very lady-like,” you teased, earning a middle finger from her.

“Shut up, Y/LN.” She sniffed, then waved over a server to order a beer, an odd contrast to how she was dressed. “Besides, you’re the one who chose these stupid lavender dresses for the bridesmaids.”

“Jimin, not me.” You shrugged, your head spinning from the alcohol. “I didn’t attend any of the marriage meetings.”

Your gaze drifted across the room, landing on the raven-haired girl as she danced with her friends, smiling effortlessly, her usual scowl replaced with something more relaxed.

“Seriously?” Yeji’s voice was laced with disappointment.

“I didn’t expect you to let your partner do all the work. What happened to chivalry?”

“Honestly, Jimin looks like she’ll bite my head off every time I try to talk to her. So I thought I’d just let her decide.” You drained your glass, the words slipping out.

“I kind of ruined her chance for love, so the least I can do is let her have this.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Yeji’s tone softened. “You were trying to help her. I think you should just give this marriage a chance.”

You shook your head stubbornly, ordering another drink. Yeji’s concerned gaze bore into you, but you ignored it. This was your pity party, and you were the guest of honor.

“I’m planning on keeping my distance,” you said, wobbling off the stool and grabbing your fresh glass.

“And finding a way to get her out of this mess.”

Yeji rushed to steady you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Her heart ached for you, but this was beyond anyone’s control.

“Just try, Y/N,” she said gently, before muttering, “Jesus, you’re drunk.”

She managed to straighten you up, her hands resting on your shoulders as she faced you.

“Besides, didn’t you have a crush on her in high school?” Yeji added, her voice thoughtful as she stood before you.

“Shut up, Yeji,” you hissed, suddenly sober, your eyes flicking to something—or rather, someone—behind her.

“I mean, you liked her for, like, three years? Four?” Yeji rambled on, oblivious to the fear flashing in your eyes.

“Yeji. Yeji. Yeji.”

“What?” Yeji followed your gaze, then stumbled back in shock.

Jimin stood with another girl, her face twisted in something you couldn’t quite comprehend, while the girl beside her shot Yeji a playful grin.

“Ah… Lady Jimin,” Yeji quickly bowed, her face burning with embarrassment. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Yeji. Hwang Yeji.”

Jimin gave a curt nod, waving her off dismissively. “Just Jimin is fine. This is Ryujin, from the House of Shin.”

Jimin’s voice softened as she turned to you. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?”

You barely had time to compose yourself before you answered, “Yes.”

Without another word, Jimin walked off, expecting you to follow.

As you passed, you heard Ryujin's voice, teasing, “So… beer for the pretty lady? That’s special. I like special.”

The back door of the banquet hall creaked open as Jimin led you down a deserted hallway, pulling you into an empty room. You glanced over her, taking in the sight of her ivory lace wedding gown—still pristine, despite everything.

Yoo Jimin was undeniably beautiful, with soft brown eyes full of emotion, a delicate nose, and full pink lips. A cute mole on the corner of her mouth that would lift whenever she smiled. But ever since that fateful event two months ago, her face was set in a permanent frown, her brows furrowed in frustration. You wanted to reach out, smooth away the crease between them, but you stopped yourself.

“You’re drunk.” Jimin said, her voice a little softer as she surveyed your ruffled state.

“A bit.” you admitted, running a hand down your dress to smooth the creases.

She sighed, her expression softening. Then, she moved closer, adjusting the straps of your dress. The touch of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You froze, then pulled away, putting more distance between you. Hurt flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with annoyance.

“What did you want to talk about, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound composed.

Jimin’s frown deepened as she met your gaze.

“I wanted to clarify a few things.” she said, her voice more subdued than before.

“I’ve been thinking about this marriage.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I never wanted this,” she continued, her words slow and deliberate. “I never wanted to marry you. I had no choice. I loathe your family—I know what your father’s been doing all these years—but my hands are tied. I just wanted you to know that before you get any wrong ideas.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, each one a jagged knife twisting in your chest. You knew how she felt, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

You forced a calm expression, masking the ache inside. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose this either,” you said, your voice cool.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to end this marriage soon.”

Jimin nodded, her expression softening for a second. “Good. Now let’s play the part of a happy newlywed.”

She grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward the banquet hall, both of you walking side by side, smiles on your faces. Neither one of them reached your eyes.

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Living with you was unexpectedly easy.

You were quiet, meticulous to the point of being a neat freak, and even more of a workaholic than she was, rarely coming home before midnight. In the three months since your marriage, you hadn’t spent much time together. Yet, Jimin found herself looking forward to mornings. Brief moments where you prepared breakfast for both of you and shared a table. Most of the conversation came from her, while you listened quietly. You made it clear her words mattered, even if you rarely offered anything in return.

But she couldn’t shake the sense that she was speaking into a void. You were polite and attentive, yet you remained distant, never letting her glimpse beyond the surface.

She often snuck in a few glances at you while you drove her to work, admiring your side profile. She liked the sharpness of your cat-like eyes, always attentive to what she was saying, and the slight curve of your full lips whenever she said something funny. You were beautiful in an understated way, the kind of beauty that lingered in her mind.

Maybe marriage with you wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. But that didn’t stop her from craving something more.

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Work had been unusually slow lately. Ever since her marriage to you, the problems plaguing the bank branches under House Yoo of Luthraine had mysteriously disappeared. Gone were the endless debt, trade misconduct, and countless scandals she’d spent months trying to resolve. Her brother was off doing God knows what, leaving her to manage everything else on her own. She could only hope he wasn’t causing more trouble...the kind that had landed her in this marriage in the first place.

Sighing, Jimin took off her thin-framed silver glasses and rubbed her eyes, signaling the rest of the board that the morning meeting was over. The meeting room gradually emptied, leaving the young royalty in solitude, save for Ryujin, casually leaning in the leather chair next to her with a sly grin.

“Yoo Jimin, tired of work? I can’t believe it.” The young duchess teased, “Did you and Y/N stay up too late doing the dirty?”

Jimin choked on her coffee, nearly spilling the dark liquid on her crisp blouse.

“What? No,” she sputtered, her face reddening at the thought. “I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Ryujin raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Still hate her?”

“I don’t hate her,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now. “I never hated her. Just her family.”

“Well, you’re stuck with her now. Might as well make it work. Maybe you should try acutally talking to her.”

“We do talk,” Jimin countered defensively. “It’s just... one-sided. I’m the one doing all the sharing. She never talks about herself. It’s like trying to have a conversation with an AI.”

Ryujin held back a laugh, “well to be fair, you do talk a lot, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a sharp glare. “I do not.”

Ryujin’s grin only widened. “Sure. And she’s always working late because she just loves the office, right? Has nothing to do with cleaning up your brother’s mess?”

“What mess?”

“Wait, she didn’t tell you?” Ryujin frowned. “Yeji mentioned they’ve been working overtime to cover up some of the debt Heesung left from one of your family branches. That was part of the marriage deal.”

Jimin slumped back in her seat, stunned. She knew her brother had contributed to the downfall of her family-led banks, but he’d kept the full scope of it hidden. She had assumed the marriage proposal was purely for your family’s access to her network and land holdings, not their debt.

You were the reason why her family debts were gone.

Ryujin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “C’mon, let’s visit Y/LN Enterprise after work. I’ll drive.”

Jimin frowned, confused. “Why?”

“The way to the heart is through the stomach,” Ryujin said with a grin. “And I also want to see my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m getting there,” Ryujin laughed, her confidence unwavering.

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“What kind of food does she like?” Ryujin asked, backing her car out of the parking lot.

“I have no idea,” Jimin admitted reluctantly.

“Seriously?” Ryujin shot her an exasperated look, sighing in defeat. “Let me ask Yeji.”

This marriage was proving to be a tough case to crack.

Twenty minutes later, Jimin found herself standing in front of your office door, a box of jjajangmyeon in her hands. Ryujin had dropped her off with a giggle before driving away, Yeji seated beside her, cheeks dusted pink.

Jimin’s heart twisted with a pang of envy as she watched her friend. She wanted that kind of love, as much as she hated admitting it to herself.

Before she could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open, and you nearly bumped into her, face-first.

“What the f—” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in surprise. “Jimin?”

“Hi.” Her voice was timid, suddenly laced with awkwardness.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your concern obvious in your tone. “Did something happen?”

“No!” She cleared her throat hastily, then raised the box in her hands.

“I brought you dinner. Thought you might be hungry.”

“Oh, I—” Her gesture caught you off guard, your carefully constructed walls crumbling. You were already finding it hard to maintain your distance, and now this small act of care threatened to shatter your resolve completely.

“Thank you,” you said, regaining some composure. “Please, come in.”

You stepped aside, and she walked in, her gaze sweeping across the room.

Jimin took her time studying your office while you dug into the noodles, only now realizing just how hungry you were.

She paused at a photo on your desk, one of you and Yeji at senior prom. In it, Yeji was having the time of her life, while you looked like a drenched cat reluctantly dancing with your friend.

“You look so miserable,” Jimin giggled, her voice teasing as she turned to you.

Your mouth was full of noodles, and you hastily swallowed in an attempt to respond.

“Dancing isn’t exactly my forte,” you admitted, your tone calm, though the tips of your ears betrayed your embarrassment. “But you’re good at that, right? I remember you won prom queen that year.”

Her heart fluttered at your words. So you had been paying attention, even back then—even when Yeji had mentioned you had a crush on someone else in high school.

As she continued her inspection of your office, Jimin noted how bare it was. Aside from the photo with Yeji and a few scattered pens on your desk, there wasn’t much personality in the room. She made a mental note to change that.

When you finally finished eating, an awkward silence settled between the two of you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said again, your voice soft. “It was really good.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment, her honey-brown eyes piercing into yours. The intensity of her gaze made you fidget slightly, but you held it nonetheless.

“I know about the debt,” she said finally.

Your eyes widened briefly, but you masked your reaction quickly, choosing your words carefully.

“Sorry for not telling you,” you said, your tone steady, though your fingers twitched nervously against the desk. "I didn't know how."

She shook her head and reached over, her warm, soft hands covering yours. The simple touch sent your heart racing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice gentle. Her lips curved into a smile, one that you weren’t used to seeing on her usually stoic face.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “It’s nothing.”

At your feigned nonchalance, Jimin couldn’t resist teasing you. Maybe you weren’t as robotic as she’d initially thought.

With a mischievous grin, she intertwined her fingers with yours, her thumb drawing slow circles on your palm.

“Can you drive me home?” she asked innocently. “Ryujin drove me here.”

You quickly composed yourself, pulling your hand away and shaking your head as if to dispel the spell she had cast. Something about Yoo Jimin made resisting her nearly impossible, and maintaining your distance was proving to be an uphill battle.

“I can, but I have one more meeting tonight. Can you wait?”

She nodded, her soft smile making it hard to focus.

Just then, the speaker on your desk crackled to life.

“Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Kim is here.”

You pressed the button to respond. “Let her up.”

“There’s a meeting room next to my office,” you told Jimin. “You can wait for me there.”

She nodded again, her smile lingering as she moved toward the door. You couldn’t help but mirror the expression, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily.

“I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck with your meeting,” she said warmly, opening the door.

What she didn’t expect, however, was to come face-to-face with one of her flings from the past: Kim Minjeong of Legacy Capital Enterprise.

Jimin froze in the doorway, her breath hitching as recognition struck. Minjeong’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curling into a slow, confident smirk that Jimin had once thought charming but now found unbearably loaded with unspoken memories.

“Jimin.” Minjeong drawled, her voice dripping with smug familiarity. “It’s been a while.”

“Minjeong.” Jimin replied stiffly, her voice strained. Her fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, grounding herself as the weight of the past surged back, enveloping her in the awkwardness of their shared history.

Minjeong’s eyes flicked to the now-empty box of jjajangmyeon in Jimin’s hands, then trailed back up, her smirk deepening. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Late-night visits? How... intimate.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. The insinuation in Minjeong’s tone made her skin crawl, her shoulders stiffening.

“I could say the same about you,” she retorted, her voice sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness.

Minjeong opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, you appeared behind Jimin, your steady presence immediately commanding the room.

“Ms. Kim,” you greeted coolly, your professional demeanor slipping into place. “Shall we?”

Minjeong’s gaze flicked to you briefly, her expression unreadable, before sliding back to Jimin. The smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes sparkled with something almost predatory.

 “Of course.” she said smoothly, stepping into the office.

Jimin stepped aside hastily, her shoulders tight, feeling the weight of Minjeong’s gaze lingering on her as she passed. She silently prayed that Minjeong wouldn’t say anything more, wouldn’t twist the knife any further.

“I’ll see you after the meeting,” you said softly to Jimin, your voice warm despite the neutral expression on your face.

Jimin gave a quick nod, her stomach twisting as you closed the door behind you, sealing her alone with her thoughts.

Inside your office, Minjeong wasted no time in testing your patience.

“You have a lovely wife.” Minjeong remarked, leaning back in her chair as if she owned the room. “You must be very... proud.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, though your tone remained calm. “Jimin’s her own person. I don’t take pride in people like they’re possessions.”

Minjeong’s smirk didn’t waver. “Interesting choice of words.”

The meeting dragged on, but your focus remained sharp, despite the growing frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You didn’t have the luxury of cutting ties with Minjeong, not when your efforts to rebuild Jimin’s family’s branches relied on securing this partnership.

But with Minjeong’s intentions becoming increasingly transparent. She found opportunities to steer the conversation back to Jimin, her admiration thinly veiled beneath casual comments.

“She’s matured a lot.” Minjeong said at one point, her voice almost wistful. “There’s something about her...strong, yet so beautifully delicate.”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to respond evenly. “She’s always been remarkable.”

Minjeong’s smirk widened, as if she took your words as a challenge.

When the meeting ended, you walked Minjeong out, your tone polite but measured.

“Thank you for your time, Ms. Kim.”

She gave you a sly smile before glancing once more at the closed door to the meeting room where Jimin was waiting.

“I’ll be seeing you both soon, I’m sure.”

Her words hung in the air like a warning before she turned on her heel and left.

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You found Jimin in the meeting room, perched on the couch with her phone in hand. She glanced up as you entered, her expression betraying unease, embarrassment, and something else, something she couldn’t quite mask.

“Is she gone?” she asked, her tone wavering, as if she was hiding something.

“She is,” you replied, sitting down across from her. “Who is she?”

Jimin hesitated, her fingers toying with the hem of her sleeve. “Someone I used to... see.” she admitted reluctantly.

Your brow raised slightly. “See, as in date?”

The young royalty nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “If you can call it that. It wasn’t serious, and it didn’t end well.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in your seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, she made it pretty clear she’s still interested in you.”

Jimin’s head shot up, her eyes wide. “She—what?”

You chuckled dryly, trying to cover your jealousy.

“She practically spent the whole meeting weaving you into the conversation. Subtlety isn’t her strong suit.”

Jimin groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe her.”

A silence settled between you before you spoke again, your tone softer this time. “You know, about the whole marriage thing...”

Jimin lowered her hands slowly, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“It’s just for appearances,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “If you want to see someone else—Minjeong or anyone else—I’m not going to stop you.”

Her lips parted in surprise, and you continued.

“This arrangement isn’t about controlling you or your choices. You’re free to live your life however you want.”

Jimin stared at you for a moment, her honey-brown eyes searching yours. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place

She hesitated before adding, “The same goes for you, you know. You didn’t exactly choose this either.”

Your chest tightened, but you quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. “Something like that,” you said, lying through your teeth.

You stood, offering her a hand. “Ready to head home?”

Jimin slipped her hand into yours, and as you led her out of the office, the warmth of her touch lingered far longer than it should have.

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Your relationship with Jimin had changed in ways that felt both comforting and unsettling. The walls between you gradually fell, replaced by the kind of easy flow you hadn’t expected. She’d drop by your office for coffee, and linger during breaks, and suddenly it wasn’t just about the arranged situation anymore. It was about two people learning to be around each other, to talk, to laugh, to share moments that made you forget about the circumstances.

She’d visit you at work often, showing up unannounced just to grab coffee or chat. At first, it seemed like a random visit, but the more it happened, the more it became clear that she enjoyed spending time with you. You’d even look forward to her visits, finding comfort in the quiet moments you shared away from the chaos of your daily lives.

Social events became less of a hassle, too. Instead of sitting off to the side or making small talk with people you didn’t care about, Jimin would be there, and the two of you would engage in casual conversations, the kind that made you forget about everything else happening around you.

You were friends, you thought. Genuine friends.

But even in those easy moments, there were signs, small, subtle things that made you pause. You noticed Jimin staring at her phone more often, her thumb flicking over the screen in a way that was hard to miss.

You had a good idea of who it was. Minjeong. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this. After all, you’d given Jimin the freedom to see other people. You had told her—no, insisted—that this arrangement wasn’t about control, that she could live her life however she saw fit.

And yet, watching her respond to Minjeong’s texts, the way her face lit up when she’d see a new message, it grated on you in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You weren’t supposed to care.

But you did.

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On your birthday, you could feel the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside you as Jimin walked into the office, dressed in a beautiful flowy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The soft fabric of the dress seemed to move with her effortlessly, its delicate hue catching the light in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. The way it draped around her waist and flared out just enough to hint at her figure was both graceful and captivating. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly, soft strands falling gently over her shoulders and glowing under the office lights.

She had this quiet elegance about her, something so effortlessly beautiful that it made your heart ache just by looking at her.

Her eyes, always warm, had this soft, shimmering glow when they met yours, like everything around her faded a little, just so she stood out more. You couldn’t really explain it, but in that moment, it felt like she was the only thing in focus. She wasn’t trying to look perfect—she never had to—but the way she moved, how that dress just clung to her in the right places, it made your head spin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. It wasn’t like you wanted to stare, but she made it impossible to do anything else. She wasn’t trying, yet there she was, making everything else blur and all you could think about was how damn beautiful she was.

And in that moment, you thought she came to surprise you for your birthday.

But how silly it was to think that when you never told her your birthday.

Your eyes caught hers, but her smile was different. It was more forced, as though she was conflicted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt like she was already pulling away.

You tried to brush it off, but the question tumbled out before you could stop it.

“You look beautfiul,” you said, your voice casual but your stomach knotting with a strange feeling.

“Going somewhere?”

Jimin hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something passing across her face before she answered. “Yeah, I’m meeting Minjeong for dinner.”

The words hit you like a cold splash of water. You had known it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. But hearing it out loud, so casually, felt different.

“Oh, Minjeong...” you said, trying hard to keep on the mask of calmness that seemed to be slipping the longer you were married to Jimin.

“Have fun.” You couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone, even though you tried to mask it with a smile. “I’ll be out drinking with Yeji later. Should be good.”

Jimin nodded, a slight unease in her expression, but she didn’t press the issue. She just smiled, a little too tightly, and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you later,” she said softly. “I just wanted to check on you first.”

As she walked away, the weight of your own words hit you like a slap. You had told her she could see whoever she wanted. You had given her the space to do so. Yet, the jealousy that twisted in your chest, like you were the one breaking the rules you had set.

Maybe you didn’t have the right to feel this way. Maybe you didn’t even have the right to feel hurt. You had told Jimin she was free to make her own choices, to be with whomever she wanted. And yet, the jealousy remained, simmering under the surface. You wanted to ignore it, to push it away, but it lingered, sharp and insistent.

You had given her the freedom to choose. But you had never thought about how hard it would be to watch her choose someone else.

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It was well past midnight, and you were still at the pub with Yeji, both of you tipsy and getting progressively more sloppy. The karaoke was horrendous, your voices completely out of tune, but neither of you seemed to care. Shots kept coming, and you were taking them like it was a contest, each one making your thoughts blur a little more.

“I don’t get why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Yeji slurred, her voice thick with alcohol as she tried to keep herself upright.

“Tell her you like her, and you wouldn’t be here like this.”

You hiccupped, eyes half-lidded, and tried to focus on her. “You—” you muttered, “you know it’s not that simple.”

“How is it not?” Yeji pointed a finger at you, wobbly, but firm in her opinion.

“You’re married to her. Married. What’s the problem?”

You took another drink, feeling the burn in your throat, and shrugged. “I promised her… promised I’d work on getting a divorce. Promised her on our wedding day.”

Yeji made a face, clearly too drunk to hide her disbelief. “That’s fucking stupid,” she mumbled, staring at you like you were an idiot. “Your father would kill you.”

You sighed, glancing away, the alcohol making it easier to pretend it didn’t bother you. “Yeah, I know. But I’m worried about what happens to her after the divorce.”

“Is that why you’ve been making me do all this overtime with you?” Yeji waved her hand dismissively, clearly trying to piece things together. “Doing global stocks and all that shit?”

“I just want her to be okay,” you muttered, the words slurring slightly. “I want her to have someone who can protect her. Make sure her family ties stay strong.”

“And that person is Minjeong?” Yeji gasped, eyes widening with realization. You didn’t even look up, staring into your glass as you mumbled a response.

“She could be,” you said, taking another shot.

Yeji shook her head, still processing everything through her alcohol fog.

“Have you even asked Jimin if she still wants the damn divorce?”

You shook your head, a little too slowly. “No. She doesn’t know what happens if it does either.”

Yeji slapped you on the head, the impact startling you more than it should’ve.

“Ow,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead and glaring at her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yeji muttered, slurring even more now. “Just tell her you like her and don’t get divorced.”

You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I told you. She doesn’t like me like that.”

Giving up, Yeji signaled for another tray of shots, her face set in determination.

“Fine, fine. You’ll get it someday, I guess.”

You downed the next shot, feeling the warmth spread through you, and tried to shake off the uncomfortable tension. At this point, the only thing you could focus on was the next drink, the blur of the night, and the gnawing feeling in your chest that no amount of alcohol would fix.

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.

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Jimin was worried.

You hadn’t picked up your phone ever since she left your office that night, and it was nearly four in the morning. The unease in her chest only deepened as the minutes passed without a word from you.

Her date with Minjeong had ended up being a disaster. The evening had been an attempt to forget you, a futile one at that. Minjeong had asked Jimin out, and despite her hesitation, Jimin agreed, thinking it might help push her feelings for you out of her mind. But it didn’t work.

Every moment of the date was filled with thoughts of you, how you looked when she mentioned Minjeong’s name, that small flicker of hurt Jimin had seen in your eyes, and how much she wished you had been the one to ask her out instead.

Jimin had gone to dinner with Minjeong in a forlorn attempt to move past her emotions, but all it did was make her feel further from you. As the night went on, she couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She realized, with each passing second, that she didn’t want to be with Minjeong.

She wanted you.

She wanted you to be the one asking her out, to be the one sharing the moment with her. Instead, there she was, pretending to enjoy a night she didn’t want, with someone she didn’t feel for.

And then there was your birthday.

Jimin hadn’t even realized it until she saw Ryujin’s message. Your birthday. How could she have not known? She had been so wrapped up in her own conflicted feelings, and now she had missed it. She hadn’t even called you to wish you well. Instead, she had gone on a date with Minjeong, leaving you alone when you should have been her priority. The guilt gnawed at her. She should have been celebrating with you, but instead, she abandoned you for an old fling.

Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about how she must have hurt you, how selfish she had been.

Finally, the sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. One of your drivers had you slung over his back, and Ryujin was close behind, carrying Yeji in her arms.

You groaned as the driver gently set you down on the couch, before grimly walking out of the door.

Ryujin’s eyes met Jimin’s, and she simply shook her head in disappointment before carrying her half-asleep girlfriend away.

The young royalty stood there for a moment, feeling lost. You lay on the couch, flat on your back, murmuring incoherently, your arms covering your face. She couldn't stand seeing you like this—vulnerable and clearly intoxicated. It made her feel even worse for not being there for you earlier.

Jimin walked to your room and picked out your night clothes, the weight of her guilt growing heavier with each step. As she returned to you, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her emotions tangled. She knew she should have been there with you. She should have been the one to care for you on your birthday, not someone else. She couldn’t keep running from how she felt about you anymore.

She gently walked over to you and sat down next to you, her hands shaking as she reached for your arm. She didn’t know what to say or how even to start, but she had to do something.

“Y/N?” she gently shook your arm. “Let’s get you changed.”

When she reached over to remove your blazer, your eyes immediately flew open. The intensity of your gaze caught her off guard, and she froze for a moment, her breath catching.

Your hazy brown eyes met hers, and you frowned, your voice slow and slurred.

“You are a very pretty lady, but I am married.”You tried to pull your blazer closer to your chest. “My wife is very beautiful, and she won’t like it if you touch me.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered despite herself.

She couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, drunk and a little delirious. Despite the alcohol, there was a vulnerability to you, a sincerity that made her chest tighten. You were a different version of yourself, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to this side of you.

Exasperated but finding you incredibly endearing, Jimin giggled softly, her worries momentarily fading.

“I am your wife, pabo,” she said with a teasing smile, her fingers brushing your cheek as she gently cupped your face.

“Really?” Your eyes widened, your voice full of wonder.

“Yes,” she said, finally managing to remove your blazer and start pulling off your dress shirt.

You whistled, “Damn I got lucky.”

Jimin rolled her eyes, her face flushing pink as she avoided looking at your body, quickly pulling the nightshirt over your frame. It wasn’t easy, seeing you like this, vulnerable, messy, and it felt like everything that was left unsaid between you both was now laid bare in the silence.

After a while of wheedling and convincing, she managed to drag you into her bathroom. She gently lowered you onto the edge of the tub, sitting down behind you as she reached for the makeup remover.

You were a mess, leaning heavily into her as she wiped your face, the gentle motion soothing in the quiet. As she cleaned your face, her thoughts turned inward again, the guilt over the earlier part of the night resurfacing. She needed to say something, but she didn’t know how to start. She wanted to take it all back, to be honest with you about how she felt, about how much she wished you’d been the one there with her instead of Minjeong.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mhmm.” You slurred, still dazed, her mind a bit foggy. “For what?”

“For going on the date with Minjeong… and for not spending your birthday with you,” Jimin admitted, her words tinged with regret.

“S'not your fault.” Your voice was slow but comforting, the warmth in her tone meant to ease the guilt. “It’s okay.”

“But I hurt you,” Jimin pressed, her eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“Maybe, but I had a crush on you since high school, so you get a free card.” your voice wavered with a small giggle, still distant, as though you words were floating in and out of consciousness.

What?

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest as the truth washed over her. The crush Yeji had mentioned on their wedding night...was Jimin all along?

Her heart fluttered at the thought, and in an unexpected twist, a wave of embarrassment rolled over her. She realized, with a soft flush, that she was jealous of the past version of herself.

She finished drying your face with a clean towel, but her mind was elsewhere. She needed to tell you. She couldn’t keep holding it back, even if she was scared, even if everything felt so uncertain.

“During the date, I kept thinking how much I wished it was you who asked me to go on a date,” she admitted, her words barely above a whisper.

You paused, looking at her with slow, heavy eyes, as if processing her words.

Jimin’s heart thudded in her chest as she waited for a response.

Was she too late? Had she ruined everything?

But then you looked at her, your eyes suddenly sharp and focused, and her heart stuttered in her chest.

“Do you still want a divorce?” you asked, your voice soft but carrying an emotion she couldn’t place.

Jimin hesitated.

Her emotions were swirling, you were the one she wanted, and had always wanted. But the doubt lingered, and she needed to hear you say it, needed to know if there was something real between you both.

“I…” She shook her head slowly, her voice almost trembling. “I don’t think so.”

Your face broke into a grin, that rare, beautiful smile that Jimin had longed to see, and her heart melted in response.

“Then would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady Jimin?”

She laughed, the nervous tension breaking. “Will you still remember this tomorrow?”

You quickly nodded, your voice steady, “Yes.”

“Then yes,” she replied, her heart soaring. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

You punched the air in excitement, nearly toppling over. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at your dorkiness. She had liked this side of you, so carefree, so you.

She couldn’t hide her adoration for you any longer. She leaned closer and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

You did without hesitation, trusting her with a vulnerability that mirrored her own.

And before you could even process it, her soft, full lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was gentle, lingering just a little longer than you expected. The touch of her lips, soft and sweet, sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding as the world around you seemed to stop.

It was more than just a kiss. It was everything that had been left unsaid, everything you both had been too scared to express. And as Jimin pulled back, your eyes still closed, a smile spread across your face.

It has always been her.

lots of angst in the next chapter! giving you guys a warning here first 😬 be prepared

[ego13]

MESS ME UP – SHIN RYUJIN

track : chase atlantic - mess me up

SYNOPSIS : you and your friend decided to spend the evening in each other's company watching a movie, but something went wrong.

warnings : lesbian sex, fingering (r!recieving) cunnilingus (r! recieving), girls kissing, praise kink, slow sex, voyeurism.

pairing : ryujin x reader

you and ryujin have been friends since elementary school, despite the fact that they were complete opposites of each other. she always preferred noisy companies and parties, as long as you were that obedient the girl of her parents, who once again did not allow herself to be distracted from her studies, which was a frequent reason for jokes on the part of your friend.

despite her large group of friends, shin in most cases preferred you, you could talk on the phone for hours, look at the stars together, sit by the fire or just look at each other silently. she always picked you up from school, carefully throwing your briefcase over her shoulder, with the words, “princesses shouldn’t carry such weights," you always pushed her on the shoulder for such jokes, to which she only playfully ruffled your hair, to which she listened to an hour-long tirade about how long it took you to do your hair.

your parents simply adored her, often inviting her to family dinners and outings, which she only agreed to with pleasure, just to spend as much time as possible next to you. ryujin even herself stopped noticing the fact that her hand reached out to yours every time you were alone, and you just pretended not to notice it, silently allowing yourself to be taken by the hand, feeling her thumb stroke your palm, which made your heart beat faster every time.

another evening, and you, feeling insurmountable boredom, decided to dial the number of the older girl, without having time to say the offer to come, you at the same moment heard, “you don’t have to continue, I’ll be there soon, will take your favorite ice cream," you were about to answer something, but the call had already been dropped, so you sighed and got out of bed, wanting to quickly get yourself in order before she arrived.

you just came out of the bathroom when you immediately heard the delighted voices of your parents, who happily greeted ryujin, telling her how much they were glad to see her, but at the same moment the realization came into your head that you were completely unprepared to meet her, you looked into the mirror, realizing that you wouldn’t even have time to apply a light makeup, therefore, having resigned myself, I headed to my room, where Shin was already sitting on the bed, scrolling through her Instagram feed. hearing the door creak, she looked up at you, smiling brightly, "hey there, princess, is this all for me?"

you just looked away with displeasure, grabbing the first t-shirt and pants you came across from your closet, making ryujin look away with your gaze, hinting to shin that it would be nice to turn away, in response to which she just chuckled and turned away.

having changed clothes, you lay down next to her on the bed, picking up the remote control, flipping through the list of films for a long time, but none of them could catch your attention, seeing how you were suffering in trying to choose what to watch, her hand itself found its way to your waist, slightly lifting your t-shirt to touch the skin of your stomach with a cold palm.

you barely restrained yourself from letting out a quiet moan, you looked at her with a questioning look, to which she just put a finger to your mouth, hinting that you should stay quiet. her hand reached for the remote, turning up the volume, leaning down and running her nose along your collarbone, “you smell so good..." you closed your eyes, falling onto the pillow behind you, succumbing to ryujin’s hands, which were already playing with the hem of your pants. she looked into your needy eyes with a smile, whispering in your ear that she knows exactly what you need, with these words she pressed her lips to your neck, slowly untying the tie of your pants.

you sat up slightly, allowing her to take them off of you, tossing them to the side. her hands slid along your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin under her fingers, "mmm... you're such a gentle girl, I can touch you for hours and never get tired of it."

sliding her fingers into your underwear, shin saw how hard it was for you to remain quiet, so her free hand came to rest on top of your mouth, leaning down and placing a light kiss on your temple, "be a good girl for me, okay? I'll take care of you, I promise," her words made you relax at least a little, so you nodded obediently, and seeing your approving reaction, she slid down, trailing kisses lower and lower, her skillful fingers hooked your panties, removing them from you, lips falling to the soft skin of your inner thighs, forcing you to breathe languidly, squeezing the blanket in your hands to the white knuckles.

finally her tongue touched you where you needed it most, gently touching your clit, playing with it with the the tip of her tongue. ryujin felt how hard it was for you to control yourself and felt how you instinctively try to bring your thighs together, which only made her squeeze them tighter in her hands, almost to the point of bruising. she slowly pushed her tongue inside while you bit your lips until they bled, trying to remain quiet, because the fact that your parents can hear you has not been canceled.

as your velvet walls began to clench around her tongue, ryujin could feel your body trembling as you got closer and closer to your end, your mouth opened in a silent scream when you finally reached your peak, tiredly raising your gaze to shin, who, without breaking her gaze with you, greedily licked her lips, enjoying the feeling of your taste on her lips.

still positioned between your legs, she pulled you into a slow and sensitive kiss, pushing her tongue into your mouth, and you, hesitant to fight her, allowed her to do so, moaning softly. her fingers found your thighs again, sliding between them, moving away from your lips, burying her nose in the crook of your neck, whispering in your ear about how good you are, "that's my good girl...", "you're having a good time, yeah?", "make me proud, princess."

you were ready to swear that you could cum just from these words until her fingers slid inside you, until she found your lips again, swallowing your moans, slowly but deeply thrusting into you, enjoying the way your fragile body responds to every thrust.

"you squeeze my fingers so beautifully, you want to cum, mm? come on be a good girl and do it for me," to the accompaniment of these words, you finally reached your second peak, arching your back to a crunch, while her arms held you in one position, hugging you tightly, intertwining her fingers in your silken hair, running the strands between her fingers as you breathed shakily, trying to regain your breath after waves of orgasm wash over you.

"rest, my girl, I'm here for you, always."

[lascvitae]

just realized you write for itzy too <333 my girls deserve some love...would you be willing to write mommy!yeji with a reader who's a little bit of a crybaby and ends up crying over something silly and yeji finds it absolutely adorable and maybe it turns into soft sex? thank you 🩷

ADORN ✵ HWANG YEJI.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. JUST LET MY LOVE,

JUST LET MY LOVE ADORN YOU .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ when you come home sad, yeji knows exactly how to cheer you up.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. mommy!yeji x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). soft dom!yeji, fingering (r receiving), overstimulation, chest play, praising, pet names (baby, my sweet girl, my good girl, pretty girl), yall fuck in da tub

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 1.5k

ᝰ.ᐟ katty yeji with a bob #needthat also i was gonna make yn a slut cause if that was me… ANYWAY hope you like it anon 💕

masterlist.

YOU DON'T EVEN TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES. you just step inside, close the door behind you and stand there.

yeji looks up from the couch the moment she hears it.

“hey. you okay?” she says softly.

you try to answer but the words get caught in your throat.

yeji’s already walking over. “baby?”

you sniff, bottom lip poking out. “they were closed.”

she tilts her head, tone gentle. “who was?”

“…the dumpling place. i got there and the lights were off. sign flipped. closed early, i guess.” you mumble.

her brows lift slightly. “oh, love…”

“i waited all day. skipped lunch for them.” you say, and when you finish your sentence she opens her arms without a word.

you bury your face in her chest instantly. her hands come up to cradle the back of your head.

“i’m sorry, baby. you were looking forward to them all day, huh?” she whispers, holding you close.

you nod, throat tight.

“and you had a whole little plan. come home, eat your favorite food, cuddle up with me…” she says softly.

your breath hitches and you nod again, quieter this time.

“it’s okay to be sad about that. you’re not being silly.” she murmurs.

you clutch her shirt, breathing in deep. her scent calms you. something about it feels like home.

you feel her hands slowly trail down to your hips. “you want me to make something for you? or…” she asks.

you tilt your head up at her and she raises a brow, hands sliding a little lower.

“you.” you whisper.

yeji doesn’t say anything at first. just looks at you for a moment, eyes soft and serious like she’s making sure.

then she leans in and kisses your forehead slowly and carefully.

her lips linger on your forehead like a promise, and then she pulls back enough to rest her hand on the side of your face.

“come on. let’s run you a bath.” she says quietly.

then she takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom, flicking the light on a low setting. you hear the water start to run before you even begin to process that she’s already crouched down by the tub and checking the temperature with the back of her hand.

once it’s full enough, she pours the bubble bath liquid into the bath and stands to undress you slowly.

“arms up.” she says gently and you obey without a word.

she lifts your shirt up, presses a kiss to the curve of your shoulder. then your bra next. then her hands slide down to your jeans.

her fingers ghost over your hips before speaking. “still okay?”

“mhm.” you breathe.

she undresses herself next, movements slower now. your eyes trail over the curve of her waist and the subtle lines of her stomach. you swallow, warmth pooling low in your belly.

when she steps into the bath and settles down, she reaches for you instantly. “come here, pretty girl.”

you ease in between her legs, letting her guide you down until your back rests against her chest. your thighs float under the warm water and her arms find your waist instantly, cheek resting against yours.

the bubbles float around you, the scent of lavender thick in the air. the water is hot enough to relax your limbs but not enough to distract from the way yeji feels behind you.

“you okay now, baby?” she whispers, voice quiet against your skin.

you nod slowly while sighing. “yeah… just tired.”

“i know. you had a long day.” she says softly, hands skimming up your stomach,

her hands reach your chest, slipping under the water and you gasp quietly when her thumbs brush over your nipples.

“mommy…” your voice comes out small.

“shh, i’ve got you. let me take care of you.” she murmurs, fingers slow and warm, rubbing soft circles over your chest.

you squirm slightly, heat burning low in your belly. “that feels good…”

“yeah? you want more, baby?” she hums.

you nod. “please."

she shifts just a little, grip firmer now, thumbs dragging over your nipples until they harden and your hips start to rock back into her.

“you’re so sensitive today. is that why you’ve been acting like this?” she coos.

you moan softly while nodding. “just wanted you.”

“you’ve got me, baby.” her hand slips lower, fingers gliding through the water and dipping between your legs.

you inhale sharply, back arching when she slides two fingers through your folds.

“mommy—”

“i know. i know, honey.” she says gently, kissing your cheek.

her thumb finds your clit, stroking it in slow, tight circles. her other arm curls around you again, hand cupping your tit and thumb flicking your nipple in time with every motion below.

you whimper.

“fuck— mommy— feels so good—”

“you sound so pretty like this.” she breathes.

you choke on a moan, head falling back against her shoulder and hands gripping the sides of the tub.

“mommy, please— more—”

“more what, baby? tell me what you need.” she murmurs voice dripping sweetness.

“everything. need everything— your fingers, your voice— you, mommy, please—“ you pant.

“needy girl. you’re doing so good for me. let me give it to you.” she whispers, thrusting two fingers into you.

her fingers move slow at first, curling perfectly inside you while her palm brushes your clit just right every time. your hips roll down against her hand, thighs opening further.

“mommy— fuck— right there—”

“there? you mean when i do this?” she repeats, thrusting a little deeper and a little faster.

you cry out, back arching. “yes— mommy, fuck, don’t stop—”

she squeezes your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple again and your whole body stutters in the water.

“you’re gonna cum, huh? gonna cum for me?” she whispers.

“uh huh, please— please, mommy—“ you breathe frantically.

“then do it. cum for me.” she says, voice warm in your ear.

you cum with a moan that echoes off the tile, your entire body trembling as her hand keeps moving softly. the water rocks around you, bubbles clinging to your skin as your orgasm rushes through your stomach and thighs.

and she doesn’t stop. her fingers don’t move. they just press deeper, slower, her palm tight to your clit.

you whimper.

“mommy— ‘m still sensitive—”

“i know. but i think you can take it, baby. just one more.” she says, kissing your temple.

you cry out again, legs twitching as her fingers start to move inside of you again, deep, slow thrusts that make you squirm helplessly in her lap.

“you wanted me. you said so yourself. so be a good girl and let mommy spoil you.” she reminds you softly.

you cry out again, body jerking forward as she pushes you right to the edge again —your thighs tremble and your breath stutters, as your fingers slip against the rim of the tub. you reach back blindly, gripping her thigh for something to hold on to.

“mommy— please, i— i can’t—”

“you can. you’re doing so good, baby.” she whispers against your neck, hand slowing its movements.

and when your orgasm hits, it feels quieter this time. deeper. your whole body softens in her lap as you cum with a shaky gasp, whimpering her name softly.

“that’s it. there you go, my sweet girl. just like that.” she murmurs, slowing down until her fingers are just resting inside you, not moving anymore

you stay still for a long time, breathing hard, face flushed and skin damp from the steam. there’s sweat and tears you didn’t even realize spilled over again. your body’s heavy, but not in a bad way.

yeji’s hand slips away from between your legs slowly and carefully as she presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another softer one just behind your ear.

“still with me?”

you nod, resting your hand over hers on your chest instead and squeeze.

“my good girl. you’re so perfect.” she whispers.

you let out a small laugh.

“mm. water’s getting cold.” she smiles against your skin teasingly then shifts slightly behind you.

you hum. “don’t make me move.”

“never. just wanna wrap you up somewhere warm.” she promises, rubbing slow circles into your hips.

“like your arms?”

“exactly like that.” she says, already helping you sit up with so much care it makes your chest hurt.

she helps you out of the bath, wrapping you in a fluffy towel like you’re something precious. but to her, you are. her hands stay gentle even as she dries your arms and legs, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you shiver.

“let’s get you to bed.” she murmurs.

you follow, half asleep and still recovering from the high she gave you, letting her guide you under the covers. the sheets are cool, but she’s warm against your back within seconds, pulling you close and kissing the corner of your mouth.

you smile, eyes fluttering closed.

“still sad?” she whispers.

“mm… only about the dumplings.” you murmur, voice laced with sleepiness.

she chuckles into your shoulder. “i’ll wake up early tomorrow. we’ll get them together.”

you reach for her hand under the blankets and link your fingers through hers.

“i love you.”

her voice is barely audible now, low and and so full of love.

“i love you more, baby. sleep.”

and tomorrow?

you’re getting your dumplings.

taglist — @saysirhc @m00nqvv @yuyuy90

[nr1chaedickrider]

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

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

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

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

"you look so pretty for me"

"on my lap like such a pretty girl"

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

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

it all started with a simple photo yuna posted.

which turned into a steamy make out on the couch.

and now you're riding her strap.

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

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

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

she starts grinning, her hands on your waist.

"god you're so pretty"

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

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

"fuck ryu- im gonna-"

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

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

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

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

[siilent-wanderer]

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.

[fellominaarcher]

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

♯┆ NSFW HEADCANNONS FOR RYUJIN .ᐟ

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

⤷ It gets progressively dirty ig

⤷ Ryujin x fem!reader

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1. The confidence is criminal

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

2. Backseat Queen

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

3. Slow Teasing in Public

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

4. “Sit On My Face” Energy

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

5. Morning After Menace

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

6. Phone Sex Queen

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

7. Possessive but Quietly

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

8. Dirty Talk Queen

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

“My needy little cumdump,”

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

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

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

9. Marking You Up

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

10. Switch with a Dom Lean

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

11. Pillow Princess? Pleaseee!

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

12. G!p Ryujin?

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

13. Mirror Play

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

14. Lingerie Killer

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

15. Aftercare Surprises

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

[mayahawkesfirstwife]

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Filming

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Pairings: G!p Shin Ryujin x Fem! Reader

Summary: In the middle of having sex, Ryujin starts recording you when you’re fucked out.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, no protection, teasing, overstimulation, degrading kink, praise kink, breeding kink, she starts recording without ur permission (u are fine with it), AFTERCAREE🥰, fluff, etc.

Author Note: My first Ryujin fic😛 that’s my wife, she’s so fine!! #needthat!!! Sorry if theres any mistakes or anything like that!! (I didn’t read over it)

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“F-Fuck…”

You whimper under your girlfriend, Ryujin who was fucking you hard, her hands on either sides of your body.

She had already made you cum on her cock about 4 times. Your legs were in the air, up against your chest, giving her easier access to fuck into you.

She looks up at you, you’re completely fucked out, head to the side as your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is open, letting out whines and moans as you hold your legs into your chest the best you can.

She reaches into the nightstand, pulling out your video camera and she opens the viewfinder and hits record.

She thrusts harder, trailing the camera down to your pussy, her dick drilling in and out.

“That’s it, baby…” She groans, grabbing the back of your thigh to hold you steady.

She moves the camera back to your face, “You’re so fucking beautiful, all fucked out on my cock.” She pants, grabbing your chin, turning your head to her.

“Look at me, honey”

You open your eyes and gasp lightly, she was filming you with your video camera. You’ve both recorded yourselves in moments like this before but you didn’t even realize she had it out.

She thrusts harder and you squeal, “B-Baby! Oh!” You whine.

“You like that? You like when I film you taking my huge cock? Hmm?” She rubs your chin before moving her hand down to rub your clit with her thumb.

“I love it, baby…” You whine, grabbing her arm, you squeeze it as she trails the camera down to your pussy.

“Look at that, oh my fuck. You’re so wet, hear it?” She chuckles, you nod repeatedly, moving your other arm to grab onto the sheets, squeezing them in your palm.

When you’re not holding your legs they slowly fall forward, on both sides of her arms.

You whimper when she hits your g-spot, your legs fall onto the bed, she grabs a hold of your leg.

“Keep your legs up.”

You whine, “I-I can’t! It’s t-too much.”

She chuckles, “Dumb baby, i’m recording and fucking you at once and you can’t hold your legs against your chest?” She said, you shook your head with a pout.

“Useless little slut.” She lifts up your legs and pushes them into your chest harshly, you groan.

“Feels so good! P-Please don’t stop! That’s the spot…” You whimper.

“Yeah? That the spot?” She trails the camera up to your face.

Your eyes are squeezed shut again, “Hey. Hey, look at me.” She grabs your neck, squeezing it.

You look up at her with a frown, “Hold your legs against your chest or I will pull out.” She warns.

“B-But!” You pout, she pulls out a few inches to prove it and you grabbed your legs quickly, holding them to your chest.

She shoves her cock all the way back in, “That’s a good girl.” She groans, thrusting harder.

You moan, “R-Ryujin.”

You toss your head back into your pillow, she chuckles. “Moan my name. Do it again.” She said.

“Ryujin!” You whimper, she hums, holding your thigh, you grab her hand, squeezing it.

“I-I love you, baby.” You moan, she grabs your hand and kisses it. “I fucking love you, pretty girl.” She said, trailing the camera to your pussy.

“S-Shit! You’re squeezing around me so fucking good. I love your pussy so fucking much.” She groans, letting you hold her hand.

She groans loudly, “You feel so fucking good! I’m about to cum.”

She squeezes your hand back, “Are you close, baby?” She pants.

“Y-Yes, I-I’m so close…” You whine, she thrusts even harder and faster, making you squeal.

“Cum on my cock.” She moans, you dig your nails into her hand, moaning louder than ever as you came down on her cock.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” She warns, moving her hand down the back of your thigh, you continue to hold onto her hand, needing some kind of support and comfort.

“A-Are you gonna cum in me?”

She trails the camera to your face, you look up at her with doe eyes, pout on your face, she kisses you sloppily “Gonna cum in your pussy.” She murmurs against your lips.

She pulls back with a groan, “Fuck yeah, that’s it.” She says, you feel her cum shooting into you, making you moan softly.

She gives a few more thrusts, you tap her hand and squeeze it, she pulls out, quickly putting the camera close up to your pussy.

Her thick white cum drips out your pussy, she hums, rubbing her dick over it then stuffing it back into you.

“W-What are you doing? O-Oh, fuck, it’s too much!” You whine.

She groans, keeping the camera close to your pussy. “Need to fuck my cum back into you, want you have every last drop.” She hums.

You bit your lip, giving her the same pouty look, “Y-Yeah?” You whine.

Her dick gets all sticky and white from her fucking her thick cum back into your pussy, it felt so good.

You whimper, “It feels so good…you won’t stop, right? Please?”

She shook her head while she pants, “No, no, I won’t stop, gonna make you cum again.” She said.

“I won’t last long…” You whine, she nods, squeezing your hand that you still held.

“I won’t either, baby.” She moves the camera up to your face.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, I love when you make that face. All pouty for my cock.” She moans.

“Y-You’re gorgeous.” You whimper out, she chuckles. “Oh, yeah?” She smirks, fucking into you harder.

You moan loudly, mouth staying open as you hold eye contact with her, it was so hot and only pushed you further to your climax.

You squeeze her hand, she shows the camera your hands then your face again.

“My beautiful girl, you gonna cum?” She trails the camera to your pussy.

“Y-Yeah, a-are you close?” You whine, she nods quickly, you feel her cum into you again, squeezing your hand tightly as she groans.

“O-Oh! Y-Yeah, that’s it!” You moan loudly, cumming around her dick.

She pants, giving you a few more thrusts before pulling out.

She moves the camera close to your pussy, when you try to put your legs down to rest them she holds your thigh up, “Keep them up.” She said.

You sigh, holding them up for her, “Just a little longer, you gotta see this, mhm?” She hums, grabbing your ass as her cum drips out of your pussy, all over your ass and on the bed sheet.

“It’s fuckin’ everywhere, you did so good for me.”She rubs up your leg, “You can put your legs down.” She said, you put them down and shutter, feeling good all of a sudden.

She stops recording and shuts the viewfinder before setting it on the nightstand and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, m’kay?” She got up and put her boxers on, she went to the bathroom and you heard the water running.

“Hey, you want a hot bath or a warm one?” She asked, coming around the corner.

“Warm.” You hum, sitting up right, she goes back to the bathroom.

She comes back to the bedroom after a few minutes, “Your bath is ready, come here.” She grabs your hips, helping you up.

“Want me to carry you?” She asks, you nod with a smile.

She picks you up with ease and carries you to the bathroom, “Here, I got this to wipe your thighs and stuff.” She hands you a warm towel, you grab it.

“Thank you, baby.” You blush, leaning in peck her lips, she smiles.

“You know, I’ll always take care of you, my love.” She kisses your cheek, you giggle.

“I’m gonna go change the sheets and put the dirty one in the washer, I’ll be right back, is that okay?” She said, you nod, “Mhm.”

She leaves for a few minutes and when she comes back you were in the bath, playing with your sponge.

“I’m back, honey.” She said, you look up, “Baby, come inside, please?” You ask, she chuckles.

“Not the first time I heard that tonight.” She jokes, taking her boxers off and her tank top before getting in with you.

“Really, baby?” You giggle, she rubs your back and you hum, cuddling into her, “Don’t fall asleep, now.” She chuckles.

“Mm, I won’t, just…tired.”

She chuckles, “Alright, let’s get washed up then so you can rest.”

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After your bath, she helped you get dressed and then she got dressed and you got into the bed with the fresh sheets.

You hum, pulling her hand when she crawled into the bed, “Come here.” You whine, “I’m comin’, so impatient.” She chuckles, pulling you close to her chest.

“I love you, baby. I had a nice time tonight, you treat me so well.” You said, pecking her lips.

“Of course, you deserve it. I love you so much.” She kisses your head as you lay back down on her chest.

“Goodnight…”

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[silverlakee]

can you do gf!ryujin headcannons? can’t stop thinking about her

ryujin as your girlfriend head cannons! ✧

content warning! smut

gf!ryujin who always reminds you of how pretty you are. she’s always staring at you with admiration, and when you ask her what she needs, she says “you’re just so pretty baby”. she loves to remind you how beautiful she finds you.

gf!ryujin who likes to style you for fun. anytime she finds something she thinks you’d look good in, she’s buying it and forcing you to at least try it on. she always comes home saying “i bought this shirt for you, i thought it’d look so good on you”.

gf!ryujin who always spots you in the crowd at her shows. she’ll make hearts at you, wave, point, literally anything to let you know she sees you and that she’s happy you’re there supporting her.

gf!ryuijn who also rushes off stage to fuck you in a dressing room backstage. as soon as she sees you, she’s already planning where the closest bathroom, dressing room, or closet is. she gets such a high from being on stage and she always ends up needing you.

gf!ryujin who’s favorite thing is making out with you. she loves having your tongue in her mouth and hers in yours. she’s fucking you? she’s also making out with you. even in casual situations she’ll pull you on her lap and start kissing you.

gf!ryujin who likes to fuck you in the back of her car. if she’s driving, she’s pulling over and taking you to the back. but if she has a driver, she’s laying you down in the backseat and eating you out like she’s starved. telling you to be quiet unless you want the driver to hear how good she’s making you feel.

gf!ryujin who always reminds you of how pretty you are. she’s always staring at you with admiration, and when you ask her what she needs, she says “you’re just so pretty baby”. she loves to remind you how beautiful she finds you.

gf!ryujin who likes to style you for fun. anytime she finds something she thinks you’d look good in, she’s buying it and forcing you to at least try it on. she always comes home saying “i bought this shirt for you, i thought it’d look so good on you”.

gf!ryujin who always spots you in the crowd at her shows. she’ll make hearts at you, wave, point, literally anything to let you know she sees you and that she’s happy you’re there supporting her.

gf!ryuijn who also rushes off stage to fuck you in a dressing room backstage. as soon as she sees you, she’s already planning where the closest bathroom, dressing room, or closet is. she gets such a high from being on stage and she always ends up needing you.

gf!ryujin who’s favorite thing is making out with you. she loves having your tongue in her mouth and hers in yours. she’s fucking you? she’s also making out with you. even in casual situations she’ll pull you on her lap and start kissing you.

gf!ryujin who likes to fuck you in the back of her car. if she’s driving, she’s pulling over and taking you to the back. but if she has a driver, she’s laying you down in the backseat and eating you out like she’s starved. telling you to be quiet unless you want the driver to hear how good she’s making you feel.

[honeylations]

🍯HONEYLATIONS’ MASTERLIST🍯

ITZY

YEJI

- Flashing your gf during an argument

- G!P Yeji x mean girl y/n (smut)

LIA

- Flashing your gf during an argument

RYUJIN

- I love you for you, Ryu (G!P Ryujin smut)

- Flashing your gf during an argument

- G!P Ryujin x fem!reader (smut)

- Ryujin x fem!reader smut

CHAERYEONG

- Flashing your gf during an argument

YUNA

- Flashing your gf during an argument

LESSERAFIM

SAKURA

- Over the limits(G!P Sakura smut)

CHAEWON

- Angry Pupu

- Chaewon x Aespa G!P reader (smut)

- Bully Chaewon x G!P reader (smut)

YUNJIN

- Let me be your Edward Cullen

- Loser Yunjin x fem barista!reader

- G!P Yunjin x fem model!reader (smut)

KAZUHA

- G!P Kazuha x fem!reader (Smut)

- Fake Dating (fem!reader) PT1

- Fake Dating (fem!reader) PT2 (G!P Kazuha smut)

EUNCHAE

AESPA

JIMIN

- Star of my night PT1 (G!P Reader)

- Star of my night PT2 (G!P Reader smut)

- Jimin x G!P reader (smut)

- G!P Loser vampire Jimin x fem!reader (smut)

AERI

- Aeri x G!P reader (smut)

MINJEONG

- G!P loser Minjeong x fem!reader (smut)

- G!P loser Minjeong x fem!reader (smut)

- G!P Minjeong x fem pornstar!reader (smut)

YIZHUO

- In The Right Place (G!p reader smut)

(G)-IDLE

MIYEON

- Miyeon x G!P reader (smut)

MINNIE

- All of your attention (smut)

SOYEON

YUQI

SHUHUA

IVE

GAEUL

YUJIN

- Flirts and punches

REI

WONYOUNG

LIZ

LEESEO

RUNEXT

JIWOO

- Uni student reader x uni student Jiwoo PT1

- G!P Uni student reader x Uni student Jiwoo PT2 (smut)

FUNA

- Uni sweethearts

CHANELLE

- Chanelle x bartender!reader

- G!P Chanelle x fem!reader (smut)

- G!P Chanelle x fem!reader (smut

- Chanelle x fem!reader (Uni au + smut)

JIHYUN

- Jihyun x fem!reader

PYRAMID GAME

JAEUN

- G!P Jaeun x fem!reader (smut)

SOOJI

DOA

- Doa x G!P reader (smut)

HARIN

- Harin x fem!reader smut (smut)

[just4jinx]

needy. (wlw, smut)

warnings: softdom!ryu, sub!reader, mommy kink, thigh riding, praise, slight begging, orgasm permission.

summary: reader is horny as hell but is shy when it comes to asking ryujin to help them out. (requested, tysm!!)

word count: 1000

( not proof read, ends as quick as it starts tbh, just wanted to get something out after such a long break! )

you adjusted yourself on the edge of your double bed, crossing one leg over the other as your eyes settled on ryujin across the room. she was gaming at a desk, the game irrelevant to you in this moment. this woman looked good, too good. and no matter how hard you fought it, all you could think about was her touching you, her slender fingers exploring every inch of your soft skin. you left the room more times than you could count to try and occupy yourself and distract your dirty mind, but of course it was no use. you needed her, desperately, but asking for that felt beyond embarrassing for someone as shy as you.

a deep sigh escaped your lips once you reached the living room, throwing yourself down on the nearest couch and immediately zoning out. cleaning wont help, listening to music wont help, nothing you try will take fucking ryujin out of your head.

“hey, you okay?” immediately you snap back to reality, ryujin chuckling at the sight of you just sitting there in silence. in a poor attempt to clear your mind you shake your head and smile up at her sweetly. you didnt even hear her walk to you.

“i’m good, sorry!”

“you look like you got a lot on your mind… stressed, baby?”

“no- nothing like that, dont worry.”

ryujin quickly makes herself comfortable beside you on the couch, her eyes scanning every inch of your face which immediately made you feel hot. her hand reaches for your thigh and she gives it a light squeeze, frowning at your silence.

“talk to me, baby. what’s wrong?” her eyes were practically burning into your skin and it was unbearable. as you glanced in the opposite direction, your cheeks flushed a deep pink shade, embarrassment completely taking over you. as much as you didnt want to admit it, you thought maybe its time. she was not going to let you leave until you told her.

to your surprise, ryujin took your chin gently between her thumb and finger, turning your head to face her. “baby.” she spoke once more, this time much lower, her voice barely audible. something had switched up inside her and it was obvious to you.

“i just… i dont know… i just keep thinking about you.” you matched the other woman’s tone, soon biting down on your bottom lip due to the nerves.

ryujin understood within seconds. she always does. “you want me, pretty?” she began, “want some attention?”

her voice was enough to make you go weak, nodding without giving it a single thought. she quietly asked you to stand up before pulling off your panties and letting your skirt fall to the floor shortly after. ryujin lightly tapped her thigh with the hand previously holding your face. you wasted no time, immediately positioning yourself on her thigh and letting her soft lips teasingly brush against your neck. you grip onto her shoulders to keep yourself up as a slight whimper escapes you. ryujin started by trailing multiple kisses across your neck and up to your jawline, her hands rubbing your back lightly from under your top.

you were still, yet could still feel how wet you were against her thigh. ryujin was wearing shorts, so the skin on skin feeling was driving you beyond crazy. her lips claimed yours in a desperate kiss, eventually disconnecting when she slipped your top off and over your head, her fingers immediately working at your bra to remove that too. a gasp left your lips when you felt ryujins tongue trace along your nipples, flicking them enough to make you whine loudly.

“ryu, please…” you could barely think, and your cheeks showed no sign of cooling down. she paused to press a gentle kiss to your lips instead, her right hand brushing your hair out of your face. it was little things like that which made you melt.

ryujin’s hands gripped onto your hips and began guiding you on her thigh causing a soft moan to escape you. you continued grinding against her and your clit was throbbing more with every passing second. you dragged your soaked folds against ryujin’s skin, your nails practically digging into her shoulders to keep yourself upright.

“does it feel good, baby?” ryujin asked, her warm breath tickling your ear, “you like getting off on mommy’s thigh, hm?”

your entire body shuddered at her words, your pace quickening as you desperately tried to chase an orgasm.

“ah- i do!” a series of moans and whimpers filled the room as you continued grinding against ryujin’s thigh, one hand running up to squeeze your breast. “mommy, ‘m so close.. fuck, it feels so good..”

a devilish smirk appeared across ryujin’s face as she tensed her thigh, sending immense waves of pleasure to your needy cunt. her grip on your soft hips tightened as she kept planting sloppy kisses to your lips and neck.

“have i told you that you can come baby?” ryujin asked, her tone even lower than before. your head dropped as your body twitched over her, needing to stop yourself before you came without her permission. you didn’t care if it was embarrassing, you needed release.

“please ryu- fuck, please mommy! please can i cum? i need it!” you begged, pathetically whining into the crook of her neck. she waited a few moments as if to torture you before quietly agreeing. “cum for me, angel, let it out.”

your hips didn’t hesitate to pick up the pace once more, only taking a matter of seconds to reach your climax. your pornographic moans and loud squeals filled the room as you made a mess all over ryujin’s thigh, desperately rubbing your overly sensitive clit against her soft skin until you felt your whole body go limp on top of her.

ryujin instantly wrapped her arms around your waist and held you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as you came down from such a high.

“feel better, baby?” she whispered before pulling you further onto her lap, your cheeks flushing a deep pink shade. you nodded as if to say yes and cuddled up to the other woman, smiling through the gentle kiss you pressed against her lips.

[dddalgiiiiiii]

I JS FOUND YOUR BLOG AND ILY ALREADY DSAIFKHASLIDUFAHSLIEFJEAWHLFIDAW could you perchance (JUST PERCHANCE) write possessive yeji?(plot is up to you) JUST PERCHANCE YKWIM

IDK HOW TO WRITE POSSESSIVE???

pay more attention to me..?

idolyeji x 6thmemberreader

there's smut!! right at the beginning!! and the end!!! ..

how did it get to this point?

laying in bed, the love of your life towering over you with her lips pressed against yours, her hands teasingly running along your body, her fingertips brushing just barely over your hardened nipples with soft gasps and moans escaping from your lips, a wetness dripping from your core.

yeji pulls away, a smug and annoying smirk painted across her face, her thumbs moving in circular motions on your peaks. “hey, jagi..” you look at her through your eyelashes, a drop a sweat dripping down your temple “wh..at..”

“how much do you love me?” you don’t even find the time to respond before her lips are crashing against yours once again, both your lips moving against the other's in a passionate duel for dominance, although, yeji always wins in the end.

so again, how did it get to this point?

you didn't realise it, but it probably started before the sun even rose that morning. 5am, in the company dorms, yeji had begun to wake everyone up as they had a tight schedule, until she got to you and ryujin's shared dorm.

now, all of the itzy members knew that there was a little more going on between you and yeji than what was spoken, but until anything was officially announced to the group, it didn't stop them from flirting with either you or yeji, but you trusted each other, right?

she tiptoed over to your bed, quietly, hoping to get a few quick kisses and cuddles before waking up ryujin, so when she noticed that you weren't in your bed, she was confused. taking out her phone to message you, she thought that maybe you went to the bathroom or went to go do something else.

bzzt- a vibration and notification sound came from ryujins bed, to which she responded to with a tilt of her head. she walked over to ryujin's side of the dorm, not even caring to try to silence her footsteps and slid the blankets off, revealing two people, you and ryujin, her arms wrapped around you with your head resting on her chest.

yeji made a tsk sound through her teeth before gently nudging you and ryujin awake before throwing the rest of the blanket onto the floor. "get up" you felt ryujin unravel her arms from around you, lifting you gently so you're sitting up, ryujin sitting up and sliding off the bed shortly after and heading to the bathroom to get ready without saying a word.

yeji's eyes narrow as they follow ryujin out the room, and she shuts the door behind her, leaning her back against the shut door as she crosses her arms and pokes the inside of her mouth with her tongue, the dim light of a lamp illuminating her face, which is giving you an "are you gonna give me an explanation?" look.

you blink your eyes open slowly, "mmh?" you run your hands through your hair, her eyes following your every movement. she stares at you, before opening her mouth to speak "so..? what was that about?" she uncrosses her arms, her hands falling to her sides as she questions you.

"what was what about?" you respond to her, not having the slightest clue what she was talking about. "the whole cuddling thing." she makes a vague gesture with her hand towards the bed where you were sat, you get up and head towards your own side, falling face first into your plush sheets, "we just got back from practising late, and it was cold." your voice muffled slightly in the sheets, but it seemed like she got the idea of it from the sound of her approving hum.

you hear footsteps approaching behind you, and a dip in the bed next you. "so why didn't you just come to my room..?" she emphasises the "my", and although you can't see it, you can tell theres a pout on her face as she runs her hand through your hair, toying with the ends of it whilst her other hand slips under your nightshirt, resting on the bare skin of your back.

you let out a soft giggle, feeling her hand caressing your back gently "because you were sleeping.. i didn't wanna wake you.. and.. you know.. yuna was there too..” you place your hand on hers, removing her hand from under your shirt and rolling over onto your back. yeji, finally being able to see your face again, can't hold back, and she leans in to kiss you, a quick peck- too quick- too unsatisfying.

you wrap your hands around her neck, lifting your head to meet hers, your lips meet for a deeper kiss, yeji smiling as you two make contact, her hands failing to find their way to your waist, instead landing across your abdomen, causing you to both laugh and pull away from each other.

and with amazing timing, as the door swings open for ryujin and lia to walk in, chatting happily as they both get ready for the day. you both sit up, before ryujin flips the light switch and raises an eyebrow at you both. "looks like you two were busy" she laughs to herself before turning to face lia "you should go get ready" she leaves one more comment before turning her full attention onto lia, who's sitting on ryujin's bed, waiting to get her makeup done.

you nod, and yeji nods as you both head out of the room that you and ryujin shared. as you're walking to the bathroom, you pass by yuna and chaeryoung, who were sitting on the couch in the living room, seemingly already ready, except for the sheet mask that yuna was wearing.

yeji snakes an arm around your waist, giving a little pinch of your skin before patting your butt. "go ahead, i'll come later." you nod, waving at yuna and chaeryoung before you head off to the bathroom, and hearing yeji joining their conversation and scolding them for practising so late without her.

just as you're finishing up in the bathroom, you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist as a head rests on your shoulder. your hands instinctively reach for their hands as you call their name "yeji-?" your mouth snaps shut as you finally see who it is in the mirror. with a sheet mask still on her face she lets out a her signature cackle, teasing you "of course you would think i was yeji-unnie", she unfurls her arms from around you, stepping back and clapping her hands.

"shut up.." your left hand reaches up to rest on your face, attempting to hide an embarrassed expression. yuna smirks at you once again before leaning over the bathroom counter and stripping the mask from her face, rubbing in the extra gel that came from the mask. as you're watching her, you feel a shiver go down your spine and pair of eyes dangerously watching you, almost like how a lion may stalk its prey.

turning around, you see yeji, arms crossed and eyes narrowed just like earlier. you sharply inhale and smile at her, and quickly make your exit, but as you do, yeji swiftly grabs your wrist, pulling you halfway back into the doorway of the bathroom, juuuust out of yuna's view. "baby.." she whispers into your ear, a hand running up the underside of your shirt.

you let out a soft gasp at the feeling of her cold hand tracing up your back, her nails drawing patterns on your skin. "what.. is it..?" you bite your lip, your breathing coming out heavily as yeji runs her hand along your side, to along your abdomen to slide ever so slowly up your torso, finally resting it on the underside of your tit.

"hey- stop that.. yuna's gonna come out at any secon- ah-" your words are cut short by a sharp squeeze of your boob, yeji smirks "so let her.. let her see what's mine.." her voice lowered and you feel another shiver go down your spine, you rarely see yeji like this, but you can't help but feel... excited when you do.

you make a huff and puff out one side of your cheeks, turning your head and glancing behind you, you see that yuna has just finished whatever she was doing in the bathroom and has started to make her way out, tossing her hair over her shoulder and humming to herself.

you step away from yeji, her hand slipping out from under your shirt as she also pouts her lips, clearly annoyed. yuna stops a few steps away from the doorway, her face turning into a surprised look. "i thought you left already.. well.. let's go!, bye, unnie!" without another word yuna intertwines her fingers with yours, dragging you away towards the living area where everyone else is now waiting for the minibus to pick them up for their first scheduled event for the day.

"where's yeji?" ryujin questions the both of you, raising an eyebrow. "she's just in the bathroom.. probably won't be too much longer" you reply, releasing your grasp on yuna's hand and looking around to avoid the awkwardness in the room. "so uh- where are we going again?" "we're going to go film another episode of it'zzz.. did you forget?" lia mocks you in that annoying voice she always does with that dumb expression she has. "you're so annoying" you let out a groan, checking your watch.

"who's annoying, hm?" yeji's voice cuts through the air. its sharp and has an edge to it. everyone's head whips around to face yeji, who has a peeved expression on her face. "no one.." you squeak out, your fingers awkwardly toying with the hem of your shirt. "okay.." yeji claps her hand once, signalling for everyone's attention once again- even though she already has it- "let's go. the bus is down there already."

"yeees" the members nod and pick up their bags, heading out into the hallway to wait for the elevator down to the lobby. the drive to the event space was uneventful, save for the few times yeji would turn her head from the front seat with an irked face when a member would make you laugh a little too hard.

arriving at the event space, there were already paparazzi and journalists waiting outside, behind held back by the few guards that had been sent there ahead of time. "urg.. they're not supposed to be here.. how'd they even find out.." chaeryoung sighs, covering up with a scarf due to the cold weather- and to cover up her hair and makeup which hasn't been fully completed yet.

"let's go." yeji announces to the group, everyone else nodding as they file out of the vehicle. but as soon as you step out, you can feel an arm wrap around your waist, blinding flashes of light flickering in your eyes as it does. "be natural, it's just fanservice.." the owner of the arm talks through her teeth, her fox like eyes narrowing in a cheeky way, a deeper intention hiding behind her message as her hand rubs gently on your waist.

"mh.." you nod, and hum in agreement, waving to the paps. "y/n!! marry me!!", "y/n, youre the cutest!!" you hear them shouting these messages to you, and giggle, feeling yeji's grip on your waist tightening with every loving word the fans say.

"sorry midzy~ y/n is miine!" yeji responds, sticking out her tongue playfully. you smack her arm, and yeji strengthens her hold on you, smirking as she ushers the both of you into the building where the rest of the 4 girls were waiting for you.

"finally. you guys take forever." lia complains, wrapping her coat around herself and shivering. "chaeryoung already went to go get her makeup and stuff fixed, so we have to wait for her." ryujin points into the bigger room, "the staff are already in the directing space." yeji nods, "let's go then.. we can wait for chaeryoung inside."

you head inside first, taking off the jacket you were wearing and tossing it to the side carelessly, as lia and ryujin starts doing the same, yuna casually takes a seat on a nearby couch. "y/n, you can't just do that" yeji calls out from across the room, pointing a scolding finger at you. "but ryujin and lia did the same?!" you responded back, a hint of agitation in your voice from hearing the other 3 girls snickering.

"you realise that it's my jacket, right?", "huh?" your eyes fall to the jacket on the floor. "ah.." your face turns a dark shade of red, your ears becoming warmer as you swipe up the jacket and fold it neatly before placing it on a nearby table.

a few minutes later, chaeryoung returns fully dolled up. "sorry that took so long.. we can start now.." she walks in gingerly, a hand in her hair and blinking her eyes from the contacts she had put in.

throughout the filming of the video (think it'zzz - the x girl videos) yeji can't help but feel a twang of uneasiness in her chest. the way that the members would praise your dancing skills- or the way they'd tease you about your sleeping habits or the way you did your hair routine at night. she didn't like it, and she did a terrible job of hiding it by the way she was quiet the entire episode.

the last straw for her was during the chair game. there was one chair left and it was a game between you and ryujin, the members had hidden the chair away in a spot where you both couldn't see, but by the snickering and snorting, you definitely knew that you were close.

soon enough, you had found the chair. you rushed towards it, party hat over your face, but just as you were about to sit on it, you felt your butt land on a pair of thighs- laughing at the ridiculous situation, you decided to do some fan service and swung your arms around the persons neck. taking off your party hat, the person who stole your seat was none other than lia, laughing and hugging you tightly on her lap.

"you're so light! have you even been eating well?" lia chortled, bouncing you on her thighs, her fingers pinching at your stomach causing you to squeal and squirm around, your shirt riding up a little to reveal your abdomen.

this doesn't go unnoticed.

"y/n!" yeji quickly runs over and stands in front of you and lia, her back facing the camera and her arms flying out to the hem of your shirt, pulling it down to cover yourself properly. "lia.. be more careful.." she shoots a look at lia, her eyes narrowing without a care as shes facing away from the camera.

there was a shift in the air. the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. "cut!" everyone's heads whipped to the director, "uh we'll finish up another time. we have another group coming in soon." yeji breathes in a sharp breath and bows, "thank you." she straightens her posture and reaches a hand towards you, locking fingers with yours and slides her unoccupied hand onto your back, supporting you as she helps you to get off lia's lap.

"let's go." and without another word, she picks up her jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, reaching her hand out towards you once again. she grasps it firmly in hers, and then brings it up to her lips to press long, soft kisses along your knuckles, making eye contact with the rest of the girls as she does.

“what are you.. doing..” you gulp, your breath hitching as you watch her leaving her lip marks all over the back of your hand. as you start to pull your hand away, yeji only tightens her grip. “you’re being weird today..” you mutter, and yeji looks at you with an… indescribable look in her eyes.

a look that leaves you with a tight knot in your stomach.

"im just.. claiming what's mine."

your breath gets caught in your throat.

"stop that." you spoke quietly but firmly. yeji ignores your request, and continues peppering kisses on the back of your hand before eventually stopping and bringing your hand to her side and walking off towards the main entrance. "let's go, everyone!" she calls out to the rest of the members one again without even looking back.

she pulls you closer and links her arm with yours, looking straight without even greeting the paparazzi as she takes you into a smaller car behind the minibus that the group always takes together. "yeji..? how come we're taking the car..?" you question her whilst buckling your seatbelt.

"the other four have something else going on, a practice for a special stage.. so i arranged a car for us so we can head back first to get some rest." she speaks out as if it was common sense.

“i see..” you mutter under your breath. “okay, we’re ready, manager-nim.” yeji smiles sweetly at her manager before sliding the separator between the front and back seats.

she rolls down the window to say goodbye to the other four members and wave at the paparazzi since she basically ignored them earlier. she then rolls the window back up.

“so.” she leans back into her seat, crossing one leg over the other and crossing her arms. “what’s been going on today, y/n?”. you stare at her, dumbfounded with your jaw hanging ajar. “huh?, yeji- i haven’t done anything?” she sucks her teeth, making a cht sound.

“you’ve been clinging onto literally everyone the whole day.” she uncrosses her arms, letting her hands fall into her lap. “is that what it looks like to you?” you lower your voice, not wanting the manager to listen. “because i swear, i didn’t mean for it to look like that..”

yeji sighs harshly, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “i know, i know.. its just that sometimes it makes my heart hurt a little.. watching how close you are with everyone.”

you feel your heart rate quickening by the second, a sly smile teasing your lips as you place a hand on hers, resting on her thigh. “really..?” leaning forward to make eye contact with her.

she turns her head, her eyes meeting yours. “yeah…” she sheepishly says, bringing your hand to her lips to place a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. “well.. i mean.. it’s not your fault but.. you know.. i love you the most.. so..”

you let out a soft, breathy laugh, turning your palm to gently caress her face, your thumb dragging across her bottom lip to rest on the corner of her lips. “you’re so cute sometimes..”

yeji doesn’t say anything, instead she habitually licks her lips before pressing them together into a thin line, just looking into your eyes as if there was nothing else to look at in the world, as if you were the most important thing in her life, which, to be honest, you were.

“you’re hard to stay upset at.” after a few seconds of staring, her eyes fall to your hands, which were locked together- almost moulded together like they were meant to be, a teeny tiny smile playing on her lips.

you feel the car come to a stop, the manager sliding down the separation and calling out to the two of you “okay, we’re here. i’ll come by tomorrow morning to pick you up, 7am, be ready.”, they then quickly slide up the separation, unlocking the doors for you both to get out and bow before making your way into the dorms, hand in hand.

as you walk into the elevator, you pull your hand away from yeji’s, blowing hot air into your palms. “its so cold..” she nods, placing her hands over the top of yours, blowing hot air onto both your hands. “it’ll be warmer if.. we hold hands.” smiling, you kiss the tips of her fingers, “you’re right..”

with a quick ding, you’re already on your dorms floor. yeji- being the leader that she is, steps out first, dragging you along behind her as if you’d get lost. she reaches into her handbag, fumbling around for a bit before pulling out a set of keys, picking one out from the bunch and inserting it into the door’s lock, twisting it and pushing it open, revealing itzy’s dorm.

she drops the key instinctively into a bowl kept on a table by the door, then slides her hand along the wall, flicking the light switch to illuminate the hallway before kicking off her shoes and stepping into some house slippers. she finally releases your hand from her grasp, kneeling down to assist you in taking off your shoes, and helping you slide into your own pair of house slippers.

“thanks…” the word sheepishly leaves your lips, earning a grin from yeji as she straightens herself up, her hand resting on your lower back. “you’re welcome.” she says, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “come on, you can room with me tonight, i already told yuna.” "sure.. though.. you're not really giving me a choice, are you?" she shakes her head, grabbing you by the hand and escorting you towards her and yuna's shared room "nope!, but.. it's not like you would say no anyways, right?"

you shake your head, smiling to yourself. "i guess i wouldn't". yeji swings open the door to the room, immediately shuffling towards her side of the closet to grab two pairs of matching pyjamas. "do you want the pink set or the purple set..?" she looks over her shoulder, waiting for your response, only to be met with a shrug. "okay.. i'll take the pink set then!" you nod, catching the set that she throws at you. "not that it matters, since it'll be coming off anyways." she mutters quietly under her breath, too quick for you to catch.

you head to the bathroom to change, and remove your makeup from the day. "move over~" you feel a bump on your hip, "ah- hey! i'm busy in here!" you then feel a pair of arms around your waist (deja vu?) and a head on your shoulder, along with the comforting feeling of a body being pressed on your back. "you know, i'm so grateful we debuted together.." you giggle, pushing her back slightly before turning in her arms.

"what's this? why are you being so... sentimental, hm?" you ask gently, cupping her face with both your hands. "it's nothiiiing... it's just... like.. you know... i just.. love you..? and well.. just sometimes i wish you would pay more attention to me." she looks at you through her eyelashes, a slight twinkle in her eyes before she kisses the tip of your nose once again.

"hm. is that so?" tapping the tip of her nose with your finger, you smile widely. "mhm.." "okaaayy... well guess what? no one else is here right now, soo.." you waggle your eyebrows "i can give you.. as much attention as you want.." wrapping your arms around her neck, you lean your back against the countertop of the bathroom sink, pulling her with you.

"perfect." she grins, pressing her lips firmly against yours, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you kiss her back, your lips moving together in a perfect, slow rhythm. the bathroom is soon filled with heavy breaths and soft laughing, yeji leaning her forehead against yours, rubbing the tip of her nose on yours, her hands resting on your hips.

“shall we?” you nod, feeling yeji place an arm around your shoulder and the other under your thighs, lifting you up with ease. she pecks your cheek quickly before practically running back towards her room. she shuts the door with her foot and with a little bit of struggle, manages to lock it with the arm that was holding your thighs.

“so strong..” she places you onto her bed, placing her knees and her hands on either side of you as you run your fingertips along her arms, barely grazing her skin. “of course. i have to be strong for my pretty girl.” she sits up, hovering just above you as she flexes her arms, forcing a small laughter out of you.

"you're so weird...", "you like it." she lowers her body juuust a little bit, planting her lips on yours once again, her hands making quick work to remove the pjs that you had just put on about 15 minutes prior. she lets out a small huff, "i told you that you didn't need these.." "i didn't think you meant litera- mmf" a cool breeze cut you off, the feeling of the coldness embracing you as yeji slid off the night shirt from your shoulders.

"cold, isn't it?" her breath is hot in your ear, a stark contract to the cool air in the room. your only response is a quiet whimper before she smacks her lips against yours. her hands teasingly running along your body, her fingertips brushing just barely over your hardened nipples with soft gasps and moans escaping from your lips, a wetness dripping from your core.

yeji pulls away, a smug and annoying smirk painted across her face, her thumbs moving in circular motions on your peaks. “hey, jagi..” you look at her through your eyelashes, a drop a sweat dripping down your temple “wh..at..”

“how much do you love me?” you don’t even find the time to respond before her lips are crashing against yours once again, both your lips moving against the other's in a passionate duel for dominance, though, yeji always wins in the end.

"i.. love you the most.. yeji." the words leave your mouth with heavy breaths in between, and a satisfied smile forms on her lips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants, tugging them gently before removing them, along with your panties and tossing them aside carelessly.

"that's what i like to hear.." a shiver goes down your spine, and yeji wastes no time. she makes her way down your body, leaving long, lingering kisses along the way, drawing short breaths from you. she's sloppy, but shes careful, making sure not to kiss too heavily to ensure there's no... marks left behind. at least.. in the places where the public can see.

with that said, although she’s careful, she’s still ruthless, attacking you just under your boobs and along your ribcage, trying her best to control herself, in order to make sure her little marks of possession only last a few days instead of weeks.

she pauses at your stomach, and props her chin up on it and looks up at your, dragging her pointer finger along your skin. "i probably shouldn't leave anything here, right? it'd be a shame if people saw it." you nod, but you couldn't help but feel a blush creep up on your face, "well... it's not like i'd mind.. i mean.. i.. belong to you, right?" with those words you cover your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed "i'm- so sorry please forget i said that."

then you hear a small giggle and a pair of hands peeling yours away from your face, revealing yeji who's practically beaming at you. "no way i'd forget that.. that was.. so cute.." she kisses you, the smile never leaving her face as her hand runs lower on your body, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it around your entrance, a gasp escaping your lips and entering hers.

“yeji..!” she shushes you, taking her unoccupied hand and pushing a few of her fingers inside, swirling it around while she looks at you with a sickeningly sweet smile. “the others will be back soon, or would you rather not.. finish?”

you hold back a whine, flinging your head back against the mattress as you feel yeji push gently against your clit, circling it with her thumb as the rest of her fingers dig into your thigh. she takes her saliva coated fingers out of your mouth, dragging it across your chest and tapping agonisingly gentle on your nipples. “that’s what i thought, although, i didn’t think you’d be so sensitive.. it hasn’t been that long since we’ve done anything..”

you breathe out heavily, managing to tilt your head downwards to watch yeji, who’s shuffling downwards to meet your core. “cute.” she has both of her hands on your thighs, using her thumbs to part your folds slightly.

a jolt of electricity feels like it has been sent through your body, feeling yeji kissing your bud before sucking on it gently, her tongue swirling it, and your head immediately falling back onto the mattress. soft whimpers and whines leaving your lips.

your hands are desperate and greedy, attempting to grab onto anything they can, from the bedsheets to the blankets, but the most comfortable place for them is in yeji’s hair, gripping small bunches and tugging her closer, your hips jerking to get a better feel.

she pulls back, needing to catch her breath, two fingers replacing the job of her mouth as she looks up at you, making as much eye contact with you as possible, her chest heaving while she presses kisses along your inner thighs, along with the occasional bite, just to get a bigger reaction out of you, leaving behind deep red love marks behind, being careful not to go too far down.

shes relentless in her actions, biting her lip and furrowing her eyebrows as her fingers quickens their pace, curving just slightly, letting out a low, sultry giggle as she hits your spot, which was signalled by an almost pornographic moan coming from your mouth.

“you sound so pretty like that..”

and just like that, it feels like the knot that had been slowly building up in your stomach suddenly came undone without warning. yeji kept going, she didn’t stop, if anything she somehow found the energy to go even faster, not aiding in any way to help you come down from your intense orgasm.

“w..wai- yeji- i just- you can’t..!”

“shhh.. just a bit more..” she muttered, sitting up, her fingers still pumping inside of you. as she sat up, she flung her head back swiftly, her hair following to flow perfectly onto her shoulders and back, with a few stray strands sticking to her forehead due to a sheet of sweat covering her skin, giving you that look.

you really were in for a big night.

a/n: IM ALIVe. HI. im so sorry this took me so long to get out 💔💔💔 im planning on writing and hopefully getting out a valentines day fic… hopefully within the month of feb… so… idk… hahajhsa…

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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."

# — © 2024 hansolsticio ᯓ★ masterlist.

[fudgeez]

My works

f - fluff | s - smut | a - angst | y - yandere

Sweet Venom - Danjangz x Fem reader (y)

They Hated Her. Now They Own Her. - Annyeongz x Fem reader (y)

When the Nerd Takes Charge - Karina x Fem reader (s)

Safe in Your Arms - NingNing x Fem reader (f)

The Weight of Their Gaze - Aespa X Fem reader (y)

Drowning in you - Minji x Fem reader (a)

The price of Jaeyi's Love - Yoo Jaeyi x Fem reader (y)

Coffee, Confusion, and Something Else - Ryujin x Fem reader (f)

The One Who Stays Silent - Yunjin x Fem reader (a)

Off-limits - Jennie x fem reader (f)

From Teasing to Temptation - Giselle x fem reader (s)

Massage Mishap - Yujin x fem reader

Rules of attraction - Nao rei x fem reader (f)

The One That Got Away - Mina x Fem Reader (a) (f)

Lost in Love, Found Again - Park Jihyo x Fem Reader (a) (f)

Her Code, Her Curse - Karina x Fem Reader (y) (s)

Simp in the Spotlight - yujin x fem reader (f)

Hands Off the Manager - Karina x Ningning x Fem reader (f)

Request

Shy Hearts and Quiet Flirts - Liz x fem reader (f)

Not Just a Guest - Triple S yooyeon x fem reader (f)

Only Sana's Love - Minatozaki Sana x Fem Reader

The Unnie They Craved - Kim Gaeul X Fem Reader x Nao Rei

Series

• The President and Vice : Their shared Secret - Annyeongz x Fem reader (y) (s)

• Behind the Spotlight - Jang Wonyoung x Fem Reader

Imagines

Le sserafim! Kazuha

Aespa! Winter

IVE! Wonyoung

Friendly Rivalry! Jaeyi

Poly! IVE

Kiof! Julie

Itzy! Yuna

IVE! Wonyoung x Aespa Winter

Aespa! Ningning x Giselle

IVE! Leeseo

[lascvitae]

WICKED GAMES ✵ SHIN RYUJIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING WICKED GAMES

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DO TO ME .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ you and ryujin aren’t serious. you never were. it was just late nights, bad habits, and knowing exactly where to find each other.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. ryujin x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+), angst ᝰ.ᐟ warnings/tags. cursing, toxic dynamics, dom!ryujin, hate sex, fingering (r receiving), possessiveness, degradation, yall fuck in the car and deny your feelings

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 1.1k

ᝰ.ᐟ katty i love ryujin

(🎧) now playing — wicked games by kiana ledé.

masterlist.

YOU MET RYUJIN AT A PARTY you weren’t even supposed to be at.

someone’s rooftop. cheap tequila. hot smoke and hotter girls. she had a blunt tucked behind her ear and some chick pressed into her side like an accessory. didn’t even look at her when she laughed.

you said her taste in music sucked.

she said you looked better pissed off.

you ended up in the bathroom, dress bunched around your hips, her hand between your legs, her palm slapped over your mouth so no one could hear you moan.

that should’ve been it.

but then she started calling. not a lot. just enough to fuck you up.

sometimes she showed up at your door. sometimes you showed up at hers. no rules, no pillow talk.

now it’s been… weeks? months? you’ve stopped counting.

you don’t date. you rarely cuddle. you don’t text each other good morning.

but you always answer when she calls.

tonight, you didn’t expect to see her.

you came out with aeri and ning. it was just drinks, just dancing, just to get your mind off everything. you had a new dress on. a red one you haven’t worn before. you told yourself it had nothing to do with her.

but she was here.

leaning against the bar like the place owed her something. talking to some girl with long legs and short patience. laughing like she meant it but touching like she didn’t.

she didn’t even look at you at first.

just took a sip of her drink, nodded along to the music, and acted like you weren’t standing ten feet away watching her press her hand against some girl’s hip like it was nothing.

you’re not together.

you’re not anything, actually. you’ve both made that clear.

but she knows your schedule. knows your favorite things. knows how you sound when you fall apart in her hands, even though she barely texts first.

and you know her tells, even the ones she thinks she hides.

like how her jaw ticks when she sees you dancing with someone else.

how she smirks like it’s funny.

how her fingers tighten around her glass until her knuckles go white.

you let her see you dance with someone else tonight. and when you catch her eyes, heavy and unreadable, like a challenge, you give her a smile.

but your drink was gone faster than you expected.

so was your patience.

you ended up in the parking lot. maybe to breathe. maybe to run. maybe to cry. you’d never admit to any of it.

and then you heard her voice behind you.

“that dress is new.”

you didn’t turn around.

“so’s your whore.”

she laughed. that low, throaty kind of laugh that made you hate how your skin reacted.

“she’s not my type.”

“right. your type’s anyone who’ll open their legs.”

that made her walk closer.

you felt her behind you before she touched you. cold fingers at your elbow, then lower. bolder.

“get in the car.”

you should’ve said no. but your legs were already moving.

the car door slams shut behind you.

she kisses you hard. messy. like it’s punishment.

your back hits the passenger seat. she pulls you onto her lap before you can think twice — firm hands gripping your waist, thumbs pressing into skin like a warning.

your dress rides up. her fingers slip under it without hesitation.

you moan but she swallows it.

her mouth moves to your neck, tongue dragging along the curve as your hips roll into her.

“thought you didn’t miss me.” she murmurs.

you lean back enough to look at her, panting.

“i don’t.”

she smirks.

“liar.”

your lips crash again, rough and desperate.

it’s just friction and heat. no love.

just the way her thigh feels between yours and the way you grind down like you need to break something.

then her phone lights up.

you don’t even mean to look. but it’s right there.

yeji

“still coming over?”

your body stills. her hands don’t.

“ignore it.” she says, mouth on your collarbone.

you grabbed her wrist. shoved it away.

“don’t fucking touch me.”

she freezes. blinks once. then laughs like she can’t believe you have the nerve.

“you’re always so dramatic.”

you slide off her lap with a scoff, yanking your dress down, jaw locked.

“and you’re always so desperate.”

her brows lift.

“for you?”

you smile without warmth.

“please. you’ve been eye fucking the whole club. yeji just happened to text first.”

her smile fades.

“you’re real mouthy for someone who was about to cum on my leg.”

“and you’re real cocky for someone who hasn’t made me cum since april.”

the air thickens and her nostrils flare.

“watch your fucking mouth.”

“why? gonna shut me up with those lazy ass fingers?”

you don’t even see her move. just feel it. the way she grabs your throat and forces you back into the seat, body caged in by hers, breath hot.

“you wanna talk shit? let’s talk.”

you grinned, eyes gleaming.

“go ahead. show me how weak you really are.”

she yanks your legs open and slides her hand between them like she’s been waiting to do it all night, fingers fucking into you like she wants to leave bruises where no one else can see.

you cried out, head slamming into the seat.

“fucking pathetic. were you like this in the club? dripping all over someone else?” she mutters, dragging her lips down your neck.

“at least they would’ve finished the job.”

she stills and you smirk.

“what? hit a nerve?”

she rammed her fingers deeper and you choked on your moan.

her palm moved against your clit, fast and rough, and your whole body jerked.

“this lazy enough for you?” she hissed.

“still kinda— fuck—”

she slapped your thigh.

“run that mouth again.”

“you like it when i do.”

she lets out a laugh but doesn’t deny it. her grip tightens. she curls her fingers just right and watches your little attitude break in real time.

“that’s better. you’re prettier when you shut the fuck up.” she mutters.

you shudder, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

“fuck—”

she bites your neck.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you over how wet you are.”

you hate her. hate how she knows your body too well. hate how she fucks you like no one else could. hate how your body betrays you. hate that you were already close.

“say it. say you’re mine.” she hummed.

you moaned instead.

she sped up.

“fucking slut.”

you came with a sob, thighs shaking, nails dragging down her chest.

she didn’t stop. didn’t let you breathe. kept going until you whimpered her name like it hurt.

then she pulled her fingers out slowly and sucked them clean, eyes never leaving yours.

“say some dumb shit again. see what happens.” she murmured.

you glared at her, lips swollen, chest still moving up and down.

“you gonna fuck the attitude out of me?”

she leaned in, tongue dragging across your bottom lip.

“you’ll see.”

and you did. every fucking time.

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[takingmyair]

soft dom yeji plsss

— soft dom!yeji, fem!reader, mainly aftercare, lots of praise, strap fucking

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“ cum for me. one more time, baby… “ yeji pants as she thrusts her strap into you at the pace that drives you just wild enough. she looks so, so pretty over you, her arm wrapped around you while her face is nuzzled in your neck.

“ please. for me, baby… “ she begs. you dig your nails into her back while the most pathetic and prettiest cries of pleasure leave your slutty mouth. yeji loves it, she loves it so much it causes her to moan in response to your own sounds.

you can’t form any coherent sentences as she fucks you into your 4th orgasm of the night. you moan her name loud and proud, hoping that anyone next door can hear how good she’s fucking you. the towel yeji thankfully placed below you gets wetter as your juices flow out of you. “ that’s it, baby. good girl, so so good… “ yeji rasps in your ear.

the room smells of sex and yeji’s musky scent mixed with yours, and it almost convinces you that you need another round, that of which you’d do if yeji insisted, but she’s already pulling out of you and kissing you all over.

she kisses your lips, softly. yeji is so gentle, so patient it turns you on so incredibly much, but you also just want to smother her in all the love you can possibly give.

“ i love you, you okay? “ she asks as she kisses your forehead and then gives you a stupid smile. she looks cute, but so sexy at the same time. “ yeah… i love you too, baby. “ you breathe out as yeji kisses you all over your face.

yeji pulls away and kneels over you to go to remove the strap and set it down to be cleaned after. you watch her closely, panting and out of breath while she settles back down into bed next to you and pulls the covers over you both.

you snuggle up onto her bare chest, feeling her soft skin and warmth. “ we gotta shower in a bit, honey. “ yeji speaks softly as her fingers lazily tangle in your hair. she chuckles when you groan in response, not wanting to get out of her arms.

“ fine. “