your take on some soft dom!ryu pleaase! preferably with praise if that's okay, but if it leads to something rougher, thats your choice, the floor is yours 🫶
i can absolutely do that, hopefully you enjoy it <3
₊♡₊˚ Wandering Hands・₊ ♥︎ [MDNI]
𓂃♥︎ no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed ₊˚
1.7k+ words ♡𓂃
Summary 𓂃₊ ♥︎ _ you'd had sleepovers with ryujin before, they never ended like this...
non idol!ryujin x reader
genre ✧・₊ request, porn with a little plot
warnings ₊ ♥︎ ˚ soft dom!ryu, sub!reader, fingering, praise, multiple orgasms, nipple play, aftercare, minor angst, sweet ending, tell me if i missed any
✩₊˚.⋆𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈⋆⁺₊✧
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You’d never been able to define your relationship with Ryujin. She flirted with you constantly, she’d kiss your check and hold your hand, she’d wrap her arm around your waist while you were out in public. But she’d never go further than that. Never put a label on things.
You didn’t question things, afraid to take things further and risk her pushing you away. But this morning was hard to ignore. She’d pulled you into her bed last night, wanting to cuddle and watch a show after you’d brought her home from a party. You agreed with every intention of leaving once she fell asleep. But it didn’t work out like that.
Now you were being woken by the sun shining through the crack in her blinds. You wince, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you slowly remembered where you’d fallen asleep.
Ryujin was out cold behind you, arm slung protectively around your waist. You were both dressed in only t-shirts and underwear, making the feeling of her pressed against your back even more intense. You tried to move, as slowly as you could as to not disturb her, but her arm tightened around you.
“Ryu…” You whine, struggling slightly in her hold.
She groans softly, moving her arm from your waist, instead pressing her hand flat to your stomach. You can’t help but suck in a gasp, her fingers treading dangerously close to the hem of your underwear.
“Ryu!” You say, still quiet but slightly more urgent.
“Shhh, baby.” She mutters behind you.
You feel her slip her pinky under the waistband of your panties. “What are you—”
“Wanna finish what I started last night.” She kisses the back of your neck, snapping the waistband against your skin.
You jump, “W-what are you talking about?’
“You remember, babygirl.” She drawls, voice still rough with sleep. “I wanna make you feel good.”
You feel her smirk against the nape of your neck, running a slender finger over your clothed heat.
“You’re wet.” She teases her fingers over your sensitive bud. “You want me to help you?”
“Ryu, I don’t—”
“Come on, baby. Let me help.” She starts to make small circles over your covered clit.
You gasp softly, biting your lip, “P-please.”
Ryujin pulls away and as you open your mouth to protest, she slides two fingers between your lips. You whine, sucking on them enthusiastically.
“Such a good girl.” Ryujin purrs into your ear.
Once her fingers are sufficiently wet, she brings them back down between your legs, pushing your panties to the side. She teases a slender finger between your lips, already slick with your juices.
“So excited already…” She slowly starts her ministrations on your clit again, the sensation more intense without the barrier of your underwear.
You shutter as Ryujin starts to speed up. Your whines get louder, though you try to bite your lip.
Ryujin slides her arm under your head and holds her hand over your mouth before pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back and you can help but rut into her hand, whining against her hand.
“I know, I know, pretty girl. It feels too good, huh?” She whispers in your ear as she speeds up again. You can’t help but squirm, Ryujin only holds you tighter against her.
Her fingers curl deliciously against that spongey spot inside you, the one you were never able to reach, she runs her fingers back and forth over it before starting to pump in and out.
You started to get louder—whining and moaning—so Ryujin replaced her hand with her lips, swallowing your moans. Her lips were soft, even in the early morning, moving against yours in that now familiar way. Your breathing got heavy as she picked up her speed—fingers gushing ludely—and you pull away, head lulling back.
“You gonna cum, baby? Can you come for me?” Ryujin peppers your jaw and neck with kisses.
“Please… Please Ryu—please don’t stop—”
“You’re being so good for me baby, it’s okay, come on my fingers like a good girl.”
“Ryu—oh my god!” You gasp, heart pounding against your chest as you reached your high, Ryujin’s pace never faltering. You squirm in her arms, euphoria spreading over you, eyes squeezed shut, clamping down on Ryujin’s fingers as your walls fluttered around her. She pulls out, letting you catch your breath. You’re too out of it to move but when you open your eyes Ryujin is hovering over you.
She grins down at you, cat-like. “Open up, baby.” You part your lips, letting her slide her slick fingers across your tongue, making you taste yourself. “I love seeing you like this. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about it…”
She pulls her fingers away from your lips, replacing them with her own. You move to cup her cheek, letting her deepen the kiss, but she pulls your hand away and pins it to your side.
“Ryu—” You whine into her lips, struggling against her hold, “Wanna touch—”
“Mmh.” She shakes her head, taking your other hand and pinning them above your head. “Not yet. Be a good girl and keep them there.”
She lets go, and you obey, gripping the headboard as she trails her lips down your body. She pushes up your t-shirt, teasing her fingers along your sides—making you squirm. She pushes it further up, revealing your tits. Your nipples harden as they’re exposed to the cool air, she smirks. Her lips are smooth on your skin, licking and nipping as she kisses everywhere but where you want her. You whine, squirming a little. Ryujin takes pity on you, bringing her lips to your nipple and sucking lightly. You bite your lip, fingers tightening around the base of the headboard. Her tongue flicks over the bud and you whimper, back arching into her. Ryujin chuckles lowly, pulling off and moving to the other side. She takes her time kissing all over your skin, surely leaving a few marks behind, before she slides her tongue across your nipple.
“Ryu—” You whine again.
“Shh, baby.” She mutters against your skin, gripping your hip with one hand and massaging your breast with the other.
She slides down your body, pressing kisses to your skin before stopping at the hem of your panties. She looks up at you, sliding them down your legs and sitting up on her knees.
“Keep quiet, or I’ll push these damp panties between those pretty lips of yours.” Ryujin hangs your underwear from her finger, smirking down at you.
You nod, shuttering as she leans back down. She peppers your inner thighs with kisses, keeping them spread with her hands, her nails digging in lightly. You let your head fall back on the pillow, closing her eyes as she teases around your dripping core.
You jump when she blows cold air across your cunt, shuttering as she licks a stripe up your center. You bite back a moan, holding onto the headboard for dear life.
“You taste so good, baby.” She mutters, leaning in again to circle your clit with her tongue.
She gets sloppy, lewd noises filling her room—dirty, wet, obscene, the constant sucking and dragging licks. Her tongue drank you in as more wetness spilled out. You break when she presses her tongue inside, your hand breaking away from the headboard and gripping her hair.
She stops, ripping your hand away and sitting up, “What did I say?”
“‘m sorry, I didn’t—”
Ryujin ignores you, reaching up to take off your top completely. She brings both your hands back up and uses it to tie them to the headboard.
“I’ll make you regret that.” Ryujin smirks down at you.
“Ryu—” She shuts you up with a stare.
You fucked up.
Your jaw dropped in a silent scream as your third climax washed over you. Ryujin hums against your skin and the overstimulation hits suddenly. Your back arches off the bed, legs shaking, clenching around nothing.
“You did so good, baby.” Ryujin kisses her way back up your body before connecting your lips. You could taste herself as she pressed her tongue into your mouth, possessive and domineering. You were too fucked out to kiss back but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Come on, pretty girl.” Ryujin unties your hands, sliding off the bed and pulling you to her.
She carries you into the bathroom and sets you down on the closed toilet, turning on the shower to let it warm up. She kneels down in front of you, taking your chin between her fingers, “You okay?”
She nod, “Tired.”
“I know, but you were such a good girl for me.” She smiles up at you, the fondness clear in her eyes.
She stood with you in the shower for a while, letting the warm spray fall over the pair of you. Then she cleaned you up, washing your hair and your body before doing the same with herself. She bundled you up in a fluffy white towel and let you sit on the counter while she dried your hair.
“Are you just going to go back to normal after this?” You mutter.
She freezes, turning off the hair dryer, “What?”
“Does this… change anything? Like… I don’t know.” You stare at your lap, picking at your nails.
She takes your hands in hers, making you look up.
“What are you talking about, baby?”
“I mean… What is this? Us.”
She stares at you for a long moment, looking from your eyes to your lips, to your joined hands, then back up to your face, “What…do you want it to be?”
“I want this… But you keep pushing me away.”
“Baby, I—”
“You won’t let me tell you how I feel, you just kiss me to shut me up and act like it never happened. You don’t like it when other people flirt with me but you won’t tell me why.”
“I… I know I’m not the best at talking about how I feel.”
You give her a knowing look and she chuckles.
“Okay, yes, I suck at it.” She takes a deep breath, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek, “I’m crazy about you, baby. I… I want you to be mine.”
Your heart skips a beat and you can’t hide the smile spreading across your lips.
“If you’ll have me…” She continues.
You nod and she smiles, leaning in to kiss you. It was different from kisses you’d shared in the past. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t aggressive, it was slow and sweet—full of adoration and longing.
You pull back, forehead pressed to hers, “Took you long enough.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I promise I won’t leave you guessing like that ever again.
