ryujin squirmed around until she felt a sharp pain against her clit caused by a slim yet heavy hand. "f- FUCK!"
yuna was currently driving a toy up her unnie's ass since ryujin claimed she could take it. yet here she was, whining and squirming while yuna twisted her wrist in order for ryujin to feel the toy in all its circularly rigid glory.
ryujin was shaking, clearly ready to come undone. "yuna, baby, i think im about to come! please let me." she jerked her hips up in futile attempts to gain friction needed to push her off the edge.
being somewhat merciful, yuna leaned down and kissed ryujin's cheek and plunged her once clean and dry fingers into the untouched cunt below her. "come for me, unnie."
that one movement made ryujin cry out in a pleasurable yell as she gushed out her essence, with yuna slowly thrusting her fingers in and out to make the orgasm last longer.
afterwards, when ryujin shuddered from the overstimulation, yuna slowly pulled her now wet and messy fingers and stuck them in her mouth, relishing the taste of the girl under her. "you taste wonderful," she said with a smirk as ryujin smiled and let out a tired chuckle.
"next time we'll have to do a sixty-nine," ryujin suggested as she looked spent to do anything else. yuna nodded before kissing her lover's cheek and throwing the covers over them both.
Itzy Yuna x reader
words: ~1k
genre: fluff
requested:
It’s a normal Thursday evening. You got home after having dinner with a friend, and as soon as you entered the apartment your phone rang. Another friend who you haven’t seen in a while called you, and so now you’re sitting on the small sofa in the living room, and you’ve been talking to him for a good 30 minutes. However, your attention keeps being drawn away from him, as you find a pouty Yuna sitting at the dinner table at the other side of the room. She hasn’t said anything yet, and because of the call you couldn’t even properly greet your girlfriend when you got home, but you keep catching her throwing glances at you, thinking she’s being more sneaky about it than she actually is, and the way her lower lip protrudes tells you she has something on her mind.
You do have a hunch what that could be, and so you feel the dilemma pestering your thoughts. Should you hang up and comfort her? Or should you make her wait and keep talking to your friend who you haven’t seen in ages? Your question seems to resolve itself when she finally gets up, letting out a big sigh, and her stance changes. She seems to have come to some sort of conclusion herself, though you’re not yet sure what kind of conclusion that might be, because she doesn’t seem so sad anymore when she walks past you. Still, you can sense something’s off from the way she doesn’t even spare you a single look before she disappears in your bedroom. Again, the feeling that you should run after her overcomes you, but with your friend still having a few stories up his sleeve, you shove the bad premonition away for now and instead keep talking to him.
It’s been almost an hour after picking up that you finally say your goodbyes, along with promising to meet up as soon as possible. Having already forgotten about Yuna’s earlier bad mood, you don’t think much of it when you finally follow her to your room.
“Hi, baby,” you greet her and attempt to give her a hug as you sit down next to her on the bed. She appears to be watching something on her phone, and she barely reacts to your greeting.
“Hi,” she mumbles absentmindedly, without taking her eyes off the screen.
“We haven’t properly said hello yet, so I thought I’d give you a kiss to make up for it?”
“Whatever,” she answers and turns away from you. You lean forward a bit so you can see her facial expression, and you find that her pout has returned.
“Baby, what’s wrong…?” you ask, this time making sure to be more careful. She doesn’t answer. Instead, she turns off the video on her phone and puts it aside, her gaze now staring a hole into your wall. “I’m sorry for not saying anything when I got home today,” you start apologizing, hoping you would appease her with your words. “But I got this call from my friend who I haven’t seen in ages at a really bad timing, and-”
“That’s not it,” she cuts you off, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Then what…?”
“It’s because you’re always with friends these days!”
“...and?” You don’t understand how you hanging out with friends would be a problem at first, until it slowly begins to dawn on you. “Oh,” you say, “you’re jealous, aren’t you?” She huffs.
“Maybe…” Yuna answers, her voice barely audible as she admits to her feelings. Her strange behaviour from earlier suddenly makes a lot of sense to you, and you can't help but smile as you put an arm around her and place a kiss on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” you say, “I was so focused on my friends that I completely forgot to make time for you properly. I thought it was enough that we see each other when you come over, but I suppose it takes more than that, huh?” You wait for her to respond to you, afraid your explanation might’ve made her more angry, but when she finally turns to face you, all you can see is a soft shade of pink dusted onto her cheeks, and the pout returns as soon as she starts talking.
“I just think it’d be nice if we could go out to get food together more often again… or stay up all night just to talk… or watch a movie, or anything, really,” she says, while avoiding to make eye-contact. “But you’ve been so busy spending all your free time with other people these days that I… couldn’t help but get jealous.” You sigh. You understand where she comes from, and you can see that you hurt her with your mindless behaviour, so you want to make it up to her. You reach out to cup her face with your hand, making her look at you in the process, and finding two big black eyes looking at you from behind her long lashes.
“How about we go out to get dinner tomorrow then? We’ll both be done with our schedules early, right?” you suggest, and you watch her whole face light up, no trace of sadness left in her expression. Instead, a bright smile greets you now, and at the sight you have to smile yourself.
“Okay!” she nods enthusiastically and throws her arms around your neck, bringing you close to her in a sudden hug. You return the embrace just when she’s already pulling back. “But… you need to promise me that it won’t take another month until our next date after that!” she demands with a serious look, and as you find a small pout appearing on her lips you can’t hold yourself back from kissing her.
“Alright,” you say once you part, and you smile at her. “I promise.”
ITZY Reacting to Their Crush Passing Them Their Number
Yeji:
(Admin: XunYi & Mitzy)
Yeji smiles to herself running her thumb over the piece of paper in the palm of her hand. She had been surprised to receive the number at first, but now she is just excited to text them or call them later. She had talked to her members before about liking this idol, but she never expected to actually get their number or be able to interact with them much aside from courteous greetings as they passed.
Lia:
Jisoo tried to keep a neutral expression in front of everyone else when she first got their Kakaotalk information. A warm feeling spreads through her chest when she opens her phone looking over the contact for what is probably the hundredth time, but quickly closes it again when the other members start cooing at her. She lets out a heavy sigh laughing along with them.
Ryujin:
Ryujin was still recovering from the embarrassing situation. Both of them had asked at the same time, both of their groups heard, and both of them became shy messes afterward. Their groups teasing aside the two still exchanged numbers before heading their separate ways, leaving Ryujin to cringe at herself for two hours, despite the butterflies still fluttering in her stomach.
Chaeryeong:
Chaeryeong had done her best to keep herself composed when they had passed her their phone asking for her number. She passed her own phone putting her number in then quickly rushed off to catch up to her members giddily telling them about the exchange. She excitedly shows the contact to them in her phone smiling brightly. Yeji tells her to be careful, she hums agreeing before turning her phone back towards herself reading the single message that they had sent to her.
Yuna:
Yuna excitedly hits her palms against the arm of the chair her phone is resting on waiting for a response from an idol she has been admiring since debut. They are from a different company and schedules were always conflicting so she had a hard time getting to talk to them, but finally, she was able to get their number and has a way to talk to them. As long as she does not get caught, at least.
15 And 32 for the drabble game with itzy Yeji and Ryujin?
Yeji:
(Admin: Sxng, Yeji is my bias just a fun fact, changed the quote + Lia is the one saying it lmao)
15: “I want you to believe me.”
32: Love notes.
You do not believe it, you refuse to believe it. Hwang Yeji, the one leaving the notes in your locker or heart-shaped sticky notes on your desk? It just is not believable. Yeji usually sits in the front of the class and she is one of the first ones to arrive as well and she usually hangs out with her small group of friends that includes Jisu. Jisu is one of your friends and as nice as she is she has difficulty keeping secrets, at least when she is talking to you. You have never seen her spill another person’s life story to anyone else besides you, so maybe it just shows how close you are, but Jisu telling you that Yeji is the one leaving the notes is the most unbelievable thing the girl has ever said.
“Why don’t you believe me, I’ve never lied to you before,” Jisu mutters, “I’m going with the others for break so it’s just you and her in here,” she teases.
You look down at the sticky note that you have been turning between your index and middle finger mindlessly since Jisu first told you. Do you really want to risk Jisu being wrong when you ask her and wind up looking like a complete idiot? What if she gets offended that you would think it is her, you are both girls, after all, it could create an uncomfortable situation. You take in a sharp breath deciding to just ask her while she is alone.
“Yeji,” you say softly, you pull out the seat next to her own.
She hums turning away from her notebook and towards you instead: “Do you need anything?”
“My friend told me that you’re the one that has been leaving these notes,” you trail off suddenly doubting your decision.
“Jisu told you?” Yeji inquires, “are you mad about it?” She continues on hurriedly.
You shake your head: “Jisu told me, I’m not mad about it I just didn’t believe her,” you explain, “I mentioned I wanted to know who it was, she thought that I knew you were sending them,” you say with a small laugh.
“Do you want me to stop?” She relaxes a bit leaning back in her seat.
“No, I like getting them.”
Ryujin:
(Admin: XunYi)
Same numbers
“Why can’t you just believe me?” Ryujin says with a sigh, “I am the one that wrote the notes and I left them on your table,” she repeats.
“Why did you leave them?” You repeat your question from earlier, “that’s what I don’t understand and you still aren’t giving me an answer,” you remind.
“I like you,” she blurts out her voice raising in pitch, “I want you to believe me,” she mutters her voice much softer.
You fall into a stunned silence at her outburst: “getting them made you happy and I liked seeing you happy so I kept doing it,” she continues.
“Thank you,” you say under your breath, “I’m glad that it was you writing them and not someone else.”
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