Bedside (Ryujin x M!Reader)
Tags: Soft!Ryujin, Dom M!Reader, Soft Dom/Sub, 4k+, True Love, Lots of Fluff, Lots of Smut
The morning felt like it was wrapped in a golden haze, the kind of light that pours in slowly, spreading warmth over everything it touches. I woke with a start, the sun carefully layered on my covered body, its rays stopping just short of my face. The blanket was warmed by its touch, a soft cocoon that enveloped me and Ryujin. I turned my head to the side, and there she was, her face inches from mine, eyes open wide, studying me with a serene intensity.
Her gaze was almost hypnotic—those magnificent eyes that seemed to capture the morning light, her thick, pink lips parted slightly in a silent question, and a delicate button nose that added a youthful charm to her sharp intellect. She was stunning in a way that was almost surreal, like a dream that had somehow crossed into reality.
She lifted a single finger and traced a circle on my exposed collarbone with her long, delicate fingernail, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. “Good morning, babe,” she whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on my bicep, her lips soft and warm against my skin. Her voice had a playful lilt to it, a mix of affection and mischief.
“What do you want to eat?” she asked, her voice a low murmur that carried a sweet intimacy.
I stretched slightly, my arm still heavy with sleep, but my mind was already waking up, tuned into her presence. “Anything you make, babe,” I replied, my hand moving to her head, fingers weaving through her hair, gently patting her. I shifted, offering my arm as a pillow, inviting her to come closer.
Ryujin grinned, a playful glint in her eyes, as she rested her head on my arm. “What if your blood circulation stops?” she teased, nuzzling into my arm, her breath warm against my skin.
“I’ll tolerate it,” I whispered back, my thumb brushing lightly against her scalp, savoring the soft texture of her hair. Her fingers began to inch the blanket lower, tracing slow, deliberate patterns across my chest, her touch firm yet gentle, igniting little sparks wherever her skin met mine.
“Hey, Koji?” she asked again, this time her voice carrying a note of insistence, like a question that had been hanging in the air.
I blinked, still shaking off the last remnants of sleep. “What’s up?” I mumbled, my voice groggy but curious.
“Do you want to have dinner with the group?” she asked, her fingers pausing for a moment on my chest, as if waiting for my answer.
“Huh?” I replied, a bit more alert now, my brow furrowing slightly. “Why would you invite me to that?”
Ryujin’s smile didn’t waver; instead, it widened, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “I don’t know, I want to introduce you to the other members,” she said, her hands stilling, her palms pressing warmly against my skin. The touch felt more intense, like her words had given it a new weight.
“Wouldn’t Yeji just tell everyone anyway?” I countered, my tone amused, knowing how easily news traveled in their circle.
“They probably don’t even believe her,” Ryujin replied, laughing softly. “She’s always getting pranked and believes things so easily.” I could picture Yeji, her bright eyes wide with excitement, trying to convince everyone, the thought almost hysterical.
Ryujin shifted closer, her breath warm against my neck, her body fitting perfectly against mine like she had always belonged there. Her hand moved again, this time more slowly, tracing the lines of my muscles with deliberate precision, her fingertips a light dance across my skin. I felt her lips press against my shoulder, a soft, lingering kiss that seemed to convey a hundred unspoken words.
I watched her, the way her face softened as she nuzzled into me, the way her body seemed to melt into mine, and I felt that familiar ache in my chest, that overwhelming need to hold her closer, to feel her warmth against me. She was everything I never knew I needed, a perfect paradox of strength and softness, of intelligence and playfulness. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, a steady, comforting rhythm that seemed to sync perfectly with my own.
“Alright,” I said finally, my voice low, my hand moving to cup her cheek, brushing a thumb along her jawline. “I’ll go, but only because you asked.”
Her eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and delight, and she kissed my cheek, quick and soft. “Good. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
She started to pull away, but I caught her wrist, pulling her back to me. “Not so fast,” I murmured, my lips finding hers in a slow, deep kiss. She responded immediately, her body pressing closer, her hands moving to my shoulders, gripping me tightly.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing heavily, our foreheads resting against each other. “Okay, okay,” she laughed, breathless but happy. “You win. Breakfast first.”
She moved back, moving off the bed with her knees, her hair cascading around her beautiful face. But I couldn’t resist anymore, I grabbed hold of her ankle, and I pulled her back in.
She yelped in surprise, looking at me with a questioning look.
“Let’s do it.” I asked, more of a demand than anything.
“Why are you treating me like I have 10 years of experience, I’m basically sore everyday because of your antics!” She scolded me, mixed with a breaching laughter that eventually took over her irritation.
“How could I resist? Baby. You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Crazy.” Enunciating every word into her face. She stared with all her resolve, which was about a second before she looked away, her wide-eyed pupils frantically moving around. She didn’t have any experience, true. It was her little world I breached with years of experience. Yet, she complimented me so well, so profoundly, her amateur blowjobs, the highlight of my years; the uneven hip movement, the cause of the fire in my loins; her little trembling lips as she climaxed, the afterburn of my lustful passion.
Her face relaxed into acceptance, into affection, she was mine. Slowly our lips grazed, the misty hot breaths enveloping portions of our face. The sweet heat of our interactions grew; my erection was already poking into her navel, my hands already searching, finding, caressing the unbelievable curves of her hips, a genuine hourglass, the most perfect, soft hourglass. Each tight and desperate grip on her hips confirmed one oxymoron after another, her ass like a firm dough, elastic to the touch, warm to the embrace; there was no grip, no swell caress that could satisfy me of her ass, it was perfection personified.
“You like that?” As I caressed her, the side of abdomen, the soft skin underneath her breasts.
“Yes…” she breathed a soft moan against my grip.
I slowly enveloped her neck with my other hand, still lapping at her welcome and moist lips, not to choke her out, but to show her that I have ownership over her, that I was the sole owner.
“Who owns you?” I demanded.
She was silent, I tightened the grip, not on her neck, but the skin surrounding her, I would never, never ever hurt her.
I pushed my erection against her covered wet cunt, a loud “mmph!” sounded, vibrated, against my lips, it was all a sopping mess. It was an extraordinary affair, to the point where I realized the grip on her skin was too much, the imprint of my grip left white surrounded by the red recirculation.
“Who owns you!?” I growled against her face, the separation of our kiss caused by my penultimate inquiry, our cheeks stuck together, slick with sweat, slick with the condensation of love.
“You own me! You… own… me…” she whispered, softly clawing her nails on my nape, thoroughly attached to the side of my face. The seductive breath of her declaration on my ears, the faint waves that serenaded the curves of my ears, riled me up so hard, so fucking hard.
“Yes I do, I own you.” I declared, this time, I pulled my face off, no matter how pleasing the heat shared with our bodies was. There was another award, hiding behind her white panties, the condensed wetness at her entrance, begging for reprieve. Slowly I hooked the fabric covering her heat, a wonderful light pink stared back, slick and glossy with arousal, it begged for the relief that I promised, that I held over her like a diamond on a stick.
“Please”, she said, mouthing the back of her finger, searching for anything to calm her arousal.
I was leading her on, it was euphoric, watching a ‘femme fatale’ writhe under you, begging for reprieve. Slowly and steadily, I climbed on her again, but with a finger grazing, caressing the heat, her pussy, that Ryujin begged to control, it was never enough, of course, it was grazes—caresses that only lead her on more. She was writhing, literally, the striations of her faint abs moved in tandem with the absolute authority she had over her waist. It was surreal. The teasing continued, this time, though, I planted my hand on her body, spreading the essence over her body, the essence that her pussy spread over my hand through just gentle grazes, a streak of a bright sheen across her abdomen, it was divine, absolutely virile.
She breathed heavily, the ceased teasing seemed to give her a moment of peace of mind, her chest heaved in tandem with wavy bounces of her soft beautiful breasts.
“Do you want this cock?” I asked vulgarly. Gripping her legs, waiting for a response, a faint sound was heard, only the submissive tone could be interpreted.
“What was that?” I chimed in, with my head turned, waiting for a more clear sentence.
She quickly grabbed the nape of my neck, pulling herself up with both of her arms. I stumped both of my arms to resist letting both of us fall.
She pulled me in deeper, my ear still turned slightly towards her words: “Daddy, fuck this pussy until I can’t walk anymore,” a chill moan and a vibration exited her body, “fuck me until I can’t think of anything else, paint my pussy in your cum, fuck me until my ass is red with love.” Each sentence weakened the stumped arms, each sentence lowering her onto the bed in tandem with me.
This time, I swiped the condom, making sure that I don’t make the same mistake for the fifth time. This time, I was ready, a full box of condoms, a canvas to paint with my essence: her body. She wrapped her fingers around my hair whilst she kissed all over my face, “I can’t wait, daddy…”
I didn’t even care if the condom was properly on my dick, all I wanted to do was pummel her with my cock, I wanted her sopping wet mess gumming on my cock for hours straight, perhaps overambitious, but anything less with a goddess like her would be tantamount to self-sabotage to the highest degree.
In the haze of the rapid acceleration into intercourse, many significant things were forgotten. One of them is that Ryujin was still sore from our combined passions these past days, second, that I was 10 inches taller, third, that I could lift 40kg quite easily with one hand. This ignorance of my brute strength combined into a display of absolute inequality. With an arm wrapped around her waist, I picked her up; the other arm explored her soft curves, the glowing creamy skin softer than a water balloon. If my dick was trouble for women 10 inches taller than her, then most definitely would be an incomprehensible hurdle for Ryujin, I felt bad, but really, I wasn’t going to stop, not a fucking chance.
When I picked her up, the position naturally assumed a foreshadowing penetration, I kneeled with my dick in full mast, and the crevices between her thighs and ass slotted onto my thighs, her pussy sliding down slowly onto my cock, her wet pussy perfectly aligned for a most grievous exchange of lust.
“You want it?” I swiped some hairs stuck to her forehead, savoring her knotted face of arousal, of a needy lust.
“Yes.. I want it so bad, I’ll do anything, please, just fuck me out of my mind…” Her face snapped closer to my face, breathing slowly against my face, waiting for the ecstatic relief of penetration.
I wasn’t stolid in my determination to tease her any further, and feared the chance that her mind could break any second. And so, slowly, I entered her, the reverberating sound of her sopping cunt squelching against my cock was impossible to miss. She breathed in shorter intervals, desperate waves of air caressed my face, she was moaning noticeably louder against my face, still stolid in her determination to stare at my face, making sure that I felt the breaths of arousal on my face, the fervor in her doe-eyes begging for more, strands of saliva from our wet kisses still connecting our lips in faith.
Each time we have sex, five times so far, it’s electric, not in the way that it’s new; of course it’s new, rather, it’s the pure lust—pure passion that wrings out of our bodies uncontrollably, the smothered flames of lust nudging us into a most perfect arrangement. It’s something my former secretaries couldn’t wring out, former daughters of chaebols irritated by my disinterest; only the virgin lust of Ryujin, the loving embrace, brought my flames out.
And she knows, in her irritated face at hearing about my ‘experience’, she knows that she alone was the only one, to make me growl in her ear in lust, slap her ass in desperation, caress the smooth skin of her god-given sculpted skin, and cuddle with for days.
And so the rapid rumination of our past reflections apexed when I finally buried my cock to the hilt inside her, a final spine-bending moan wrung out of her, the transition into a primal, adrenal, lustful love completed. Swiftly, I pulled her up, her wet mess collecting at the base of my cock, and wet squelches with loud moans synchronized as I sped up, skewering her sopping cunt on my cock.
Her moans were fast, uneven, a rhythm that could never be replicated in any other conditions. Quick and searing ‘Ah!s’ serenaded my ears, only motivating my body to push further, the blood flowing quicker through my body, helping me plunder her insides
“Hngh—I’m gon—I’m gonna—cumm~!” Still seated on my lap, her head fell back, almost spine-bending, her mouth wrenched open with a deep moan exiting her body, tremors shook out her orgasm for the shortest, lengthiest 10 seconds: short in that I wished I could fuck her through the orgasm for longer, lengthy in that her pussy pulsated, varying degrees of tightness that provided wonderful relief, almost making me pulse my essence into the condom, wasting a perfect opportunity to paint her body.
Speeding up against her orgasm didn’t help the matter, she moaned louder, I thought she had already lost the facade of indifference, but her moans were a whole order of magnitude louder.
“Oh my god—fuck me until I can’t walk—carry me to the dinner!” Her mind was loose, anything that went through her head exited out her mouth… adorable.
Oh shit.
I forgot we had a dinner to attend to.
The sudden realization led to a burst of laughter.
Ryujin brought her head back, confused at what I was laughing at, and asked “what happened?”
“Nothing” I replied
“Tell me!” she nagged, with a higher pitch from the afterglow of her orgasm.
“I think you forget that I’m buried inside you.” I planted her onto the bed, missionary style, and pumped–”Ah!” her moan enthusiastically approved the move.
The wet slaps of our skin colliding with each other was wonderful. I pulled her legs up, each leg next to my ears, her thick thighs reverberating the wet slaps even more. We had no sense of time, everything outside our depth of field didn’t matter. Hundreds of hours wasted trying to be mindful, to be present, when I could just make Ryujin squirt on my cock in order to be present, in this moment, I realized my rudimentary instincts.
“Turn around” I demanded, in a tone befit to threaten.
“Ah~~Huh? What did you say?” She asked, a puzzled expression, one muddled with a pleasured expression.
I made sure she listened this time. I approached her head, then her ear, made sure my mouth was close to her ear. Slowly I demanded: “Turn around, point your ass to the sky, you slut…” I swear I could feel her nipple become harder whilst I was pinching it.
She submissively turned around, listening to my demands, pointing her beautiful ass to the sky, with her back arched, accentuating her beautiful bare back, the wideness of her hips, the slimness of her body.
I gripped her waist tightly, everytime I have sex with her, I try to wrap my fingers around her waist. It's always so close, almost touching together. You may ask why I do it. I do it because I can.
“Look at my hands, they’re around your waist, my fingers are almost touching. Look at you squirm on my dick, I can hold you still with one hand around your waist and you’re unable to move, two hands and I own you.” I teased into her ear, pausing extra long every sentence, every pause, I had control, and she loved it.
“Let’s see how I squirm under you.” she said teasingly, biting her index finger as she rested her head against the bed, her face shaped by her beautiful grin, her back arched, reflexing momentarily when laughing.
Honestly, this is the greatest moment of my life, not the billions I made, not the honorary awards I won, it was her, the most beautiful person in the world, that provided me the greatest joy. She was covered in the beautiful sunlight, bent over, the white blanket only accentuating her beauty, her dark hair misshapen across the bed cover. She was bent over, her ass subtly waving at me, waiting for reprieve, waiting for her fire to be put out by my fire, to be dominated in my flames of passion.
And so, I gripped her firm ass cheeks, it was like memory foam, yet softer, yet firmer. I need not explain, she was a polarizing figure, the most paradoxical woman, a goddess. I positioned my tip on her moist lips. In my periphery, I saw her hands adorably clench the blanket, readying herself for the discrepancies in which we extricated our passions.
Yet and so, yet and so. Our sex was in stages, mentally, I dive deeper and deeper into my latent rudimentary mind, one that millenniums of humanity have tried to hard to de-evolve, and yet, she brings it out so easily, in her submissiveness, in her beauty, she knows it not, but she has greater control of me than I do over her. The last stage of the bloom of my caveman mind, an appendix that suddenly took control of the entire body. The soft sounds her pussy made as my dick caved her in prodded me on forth. Each prod a little closer to kissing the end of her cerix, each prod forcing me deeper into a relentless passion.
The absolute serenity of the setting forgotten, the present, the future, the past and what may be, what could be, all forgotten in the haze of the soft wet slaps of our loins. Her breathy moans against the pillow, my strong thrusts that clapped out wet sounds worthy of some of the most obscene sounds you can hear. Her hips moved stealthily, the separation of mind and body apparent for Ryujin, her mind was empty, her eyes retreated back into her head in pleasure, yet her body moved so steadily, her body implored for more, her ass was turning pink from the salivating passion of our sex.
I took peeks anytime I could, staring at her lovely sex gripping on my cock, running trails of her arousal, a bright sheen even under a muted sunlight covering us.
“Ah! Ah~~ please, go slower.”
That warranted a loud slap.
“Owww~!” she screamed into the bed, again, not bringing any resistance.
“You’ll take what I give, you needy slut.” I hooked my hand around her throat softly, naturally assuming ownership over her, I felt her soft, creamy back on my chest as I caved in her deeper, my entire lower half was solely dedicated to pleasure, my top half perhaps more sensibly pushed for ownership.
Her hot means grew more rampant, shorter, more intense, she approached her orgasm so beautifully, so poetically, her face knotted in pleasure so beautifully, how could I ever give her the justice she is due?
The wet slaps grew louder, because I approached my climax, because I wanted to see her ass deform with the inertia I put her through; skewering her on my cock, her ass slapping against my hips.
“Ungh~ Un~ Uuuuunnnghhhh~~!” a lengthy moan escaped her body as she climaxed, a warmer wetness covering my cock as I continually skewered her, pummeled her.
Her arms shivered in pleasure, yet I fucked her deeper, holding down her wrists into the bed. Her arms instinctually begged to be released, begging to shiver, shiver to relieve the pressure of her orgasm, but I’ll make sure that she couldn’t walk, make sure this bed is wet with her overstimulation.
I fucked her relentlessly, still making sure to take care of her, softly caressing her body. I began to slow down, the strokes getting slower, I was getting so close, so close.
“Cum on my pussy… Paint me with your seed…”
Those four words pushed me into overdrive, throwing her over, pointing my sheathed cock, dangerously close to her pussy.
Every muscle in my body was tight, I didn’t care if I hurt my dick when I fisted it, I cared about painting Ryujin, her beautiful body in my seed. Sprays went out, her eyes grew larger and larger after each rope of semen covered her lower half.
I felt like I was almost in a gridlock, every muscle tensed in determination, in pleasure, and slowly my body fell onto Ryujin softly as the shock of sudden relief poisoned my trance. Her arms were open with a warm embrace, hugging me, rubbing her lower body to smear her stickiness onto me.
“Yo-” About to scold her, when she kissed me, deep and passionate, loving and tense.
“Let’s go shower” she whispered, with a lovely doe-eyed stare, her arms still wrenching me toward her face.
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Kinktober '22 Day 4- Lee Chaeryeong
Prompt: Sex Toys
Word Count: 1.1K
Synopsis: Chaeryeong finally gets some alone time in the dorm, and there's a tantalizing feeling that's been gnawing at her.
Consists of: Solo!Chaeryeong, Sub!Chaeryeong, Mentions of sex toys, Sex toy usage, Masturbation, Exhibitionism kink, Autosexuality (attraction to ones self more than others), Overstimulation, Cum eating
Chaeryeong walked around the dorm once more; making sure that the house was really empty before she began to engage in her desired activities. Something had been aching inside of her ever since she woke up that morning; but with all her members around, there was really nothing she could do. Now that she was alone, finally alone, she could give into her need.
Chaeryeong reaches her bedroom and opens her door wide. The feeling of possibly being discovered, of being the first thing someone would hear if they walk into the dorm, turned Chaeryeong on very much. But by that standard, why not get off in a full house?
The woman slowly frees herself from all her clothing; as if she was giving a strip show to someone. She was putting on a performance, sensually swaying her hips from side to side, dragging her hands across her own body. She turns on a playlist of songs she likes to listen when she's in the mood; she finds that sexy songs help her keep her focus on her pleasure, keep her mind on the task at hand.
She struts up to her mirror, looking at her now bare body. As Chaeryeong checked herself out, toyed with her tits while watching her reflection, she had came to the conclusion that she would totally fuck herself. It's times like these when she wishes she had a clone to make her feel good. Anyone who looked as gorgeous as her would think the same.
Having had enough with the teasing, Chaeryeong gets her favorite toy out of her secret sex box. The box held things such as fluffy pink handcuffs, a silk blindfold, a big, shiny butt plug with a white tail attached to the end of it, and the tool she loved the most: her rabbit vibrator. Her pussy twitches at simply feeling the weight of having the large toy in her hand; it excites her, the idea of being stretched. And when she finally makes her way to the bed and shoves the toy into herself, she thinks nothing could ever make her feel better.
She grinds herself into the toy, the vibrating part on low for the time being, for Chaeryeong knows she'll cum far to quickly if it was any stronger. Chaeryeong lets out loud moans, happy that she doesn't have to silence herself this time around; there's nothing holding her back.
As she pushes the silicone toy in and out of herself, she can hear the wet squelches of her dripping pussy, surprised by how quickly she became aroused this time around. The light buzz of the vibrator, the teasing feeling of it grazing her before it's pulled away with the rest of the toy, then brought back, again and again.
Chaeryeong teasingly rubs her hands up her torso, reaching one of her plush tits, she roughly grasps onto it; massaging it with a harsh grip, the increase in sensation has her desperately rutting onto her toy again. She wants more, she needs more, and so, she turns the vibration setting all the way up, completely skipping over the middle option.
The brunette knows that this is to much for her to take, that she won't last much longer with all that stimulation; but at this point, she couldn't care less. Chaeryeong is thrusting the toy into herself at a rapid pace; each time it's pushed into her, she lets it sit inside for a moment so she can get the full feeling of the vibration, feel that buzz on her clit.
Chaeryeong's eyes are screwed shut as she continues to pleasure herself, rolling one of her nipples with her fingers, fucking herself relentlessly with the cock-shaped toy. She imagines that there's someone watching her, peeking at her through the door, the thought of being on display makes her mewl. Oh how she wishes someone was there with her at the moment, to direct her, tell her exactly how to touch herself; and then afterwards, they'd fuck her brains out.
The fantasies whirling through the woman's head, paired with the pleasure she's experiencing, and the freedom she has right now has her floating on cloud nine. With a projecting, exasperated screech, Chaeryeong lets herself go. Head thrown back, legs locking shut around her arm, her whole body spasming on her bed, shaking involuntarily. Despite her closed legs making it virtually impossible to move her arm, the slutty brunette doesn't stop, she can't. Chaeryeong keeps the vibrator directly on her clit and continued to ground herself into it, loving the torturous feeling of overstimulation; she'll keep going until the hypersensitivity subsides, wanting to feel that level of pleasure for as long as she can.
Chaeryeong's body finally relaxes, and her legs fall back open, finally able to pull out of herself. There's a whole separate pleasure that comes with that, the way her hole is so tight that it's difficult to pull the faux cock out of her pussy, her walls closing in so tight; she really feels the way it drags through her insides. The feeling is almost good enough to make Chaeryeong want to go again, but one brief look at the time on her phone lets her know that the girls will be back soon.
She knows she has to clean up soon, but not before she can check her little ritual off the metaphorical list in her head. She quickly sticks two fingers into herself, feeling the messiness of her own orgasm. Chaeryeong curls those two fingers deeps inside of herself a few times, making her body jerk with every motion. The woman pulls the digits out of herself and spreads them a bit, reeling at the way her sticky substance webs between them, and before she can deny herself any longer, Chaeryeong shoves her fingers into her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around the digits, tasting her own personal flavor. Truthfully, this is her favorite part of playing with herself. It's so filthy, the way she craves the taste of her own cunt, but she can't help it, she just tastes so good. Her own arousal pleasing her palate more that anyone else ever could, she was obsessed with the piquancy.
After taking another look at the clock, she knows that her time is up now, that is if she wants to successfully conceal what she's been doing in her alone time. The needy woman is bit disappointed at the impossibility of a second round, but ultimately satisfied with what she's gotten during this session. Now she's gotta get everything cleaned up, including herself.
Later, she thinks to herself, confident of her ability to get off in the night undetected. Later.
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