toxic ex!ryujin who fucks reader just for competition w reader's current b-boyfriend 😷 and is like "can he fuck u like this" / "can he make u cum like i did baby?"
you always knew to be careful whenever running into ryujin at parties, specially if he was around. it's like everyone could sense the mood change whenever any of you approached the other. of course it was usually ryujin who came to say hi, look him up and down in disgust and hope it had some sort of condescending effect on him.
and if one thing she was grateful about was how easily distracted this man was, like, once she had you all night for herself and he didn't even blink. that or he just doesn't care enough about you to notice your absence, but the latter made her blood boil so she rather ignore it and go with the easily distracted option.
of course, today was another one of those, she easily tugs you by the wrist from the small circle everyone was gathered in, and you think about how the only people who seemed to notice were chaeryeong and some guy who didn't even know ryujin and you were ever together.
chaeryeong seeing you clouds your mind as ryujin presses wet kisses down your neck. it was the worst mistake you could've done. not because she would tell on you, granted your best friend doesn't condone cheating, but because she'd nag about ryujin and you all day tomorrow when you met up to study.
"how are you this wet? i've barely touched you baby"
"shut up" your hand pushes the back of her head to smash your lips together again as her hand sneaks in your pants.
"has he not fucked you since the last party? is that it? are you just desperate?" she sort of looks down on you when she easily pushes a finger inside of you, pressing the heel of her hand against your clit.
"n-no"
"no, what?"
"we fucked last night" she cant help but grit her teeth at the thought of it, but she asked for it in the first place "but he doesn't know how to do it right.. i was basically edged all night."
"why's that babe?" she likes talking to you and asking questions whenever she touches you, watching your struggle to come up with words and answers was her favorite thing to do when you were together and it still is now. "tell me"
"because he doesn't fuck me like you" you had to practice it in your head a couple of times before actually telling her, and you're hoping she has no more questions because you don't think you can come up with anything else.
"of course he doesn't know how to fuck you baby" she doesn't want you to reply with anything now, she wants you to listen "he never will. because he doesn't know you like that. he doesn't know you like i do"
"he doesn't even know you're gone" the heel of her hand provides just the perfect amount of friction that along with her teeth on your neck and her finger inside you were making you feel everything your boyfriend couldn't. she leaves marks all over you confidently, because she knows he's 100% going to assume they're his, because he could never think that of you. he didn't think you were confident enough to do such thing.
"what would he think if he saw his lovely girlfriend fucking her ex just a few feet from him?" her breath crashes against your skin and everything about this is so humiliating. coming back to her always because you couldn't find someone who looked out for what you wanted, in fact, he looked out so much for you that he isn't even aware that you're not in the circle he had been in for twenty minutes already.
"i think that'd be such a kick to his confidence..." she says, smiling cynically "and i think you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
at your silence, she keeps going "wouldn't you like it if he walked in on us right now? i could teach him how to make you cum."
she would never. he could be willing to learn and she wouldn't tell him shit because that'd imply you not coming back to her. and as toxic as you were for each other in your relationship's time, she can't afford that right now.
"look at that, you're clenching around my fingers just at the thought" she chuckles, looking down at you from her spot. humiliating you even more "just cum, i know you're close baby"
you want to say something back, you want to snap at her so she'll get mad at you and fuck you harder, but for tonight this was evidently okay and you do as she says, your orgasm spilling all over her hand as she fucks you through it, just in time before some loud bangs and the voice of your current partner sounded through the door.
even though you and ryujin went to the same highschool, you only ever noticed each other at one of your mom's galas. your dad was a famous politic, and your mom? well, she'd been doing business with ryujin's father since you can remember. so, you already had an advantage when you met, and it was the ability to avoid the whole "my dad/mom is a crime lord" conversation
needless to say, you were also going through training of your own, and meeting someone your age who knew exactly how that felt, was refreshing. plus she was pretty, and hot, you couldn't decide whether you liked her in pretty dresses or suits and leather jackets more.
she was pretty quick to start flirting, and the next time you run into each other (this time for an operation your parents wanted you to attend), you hookup in the back of her car. and then at school, at lia's party, and then again in her house when her parents were out traveling. no one is surprised, and by no one i mean jisu who saw bite marks above your right breast when you change in front of her like usually. the next day, she notices ryujin's own marks under her ear with a shaking head.
you do the whole "friends with benefits" thing for a few months, you go on a few dates with a couple different girls, but you were both falling for the other fast and hard. so she asks to be 'exclusive' friends with benefits first.
that doesn’t help much at all though. because she still finds herself wanting to make you laugh more often. sometimes cuddling you after sex, and she even sneaks hello and goodbye pecks whenever she can, but she can't keep it quiet for much longer, the pitter pat of her heart was getting louder every day she spent with you and she was worried you might hear it.
"we need to stop fucking" so she decides spitting this out at lunch, out of nowhere and not even giving herself time to sit properly was the right decision. you have no idea why.
"... okay?" you're not even done chewing your fry, and she finds the way you stare back at her to be rather weird.
"is that it?"
"i'm not gonna force you to have sex with me ryujin" you're not gonna lie, it hurt your ego and feelings when she brings it up, you probably wouldn't see much of her anymore, and you wanted to. but you can't say that, won't say either.
"you're not gonna ask me why?" her pout is cute
"i didn't know you wanted me to" you shrug, looking at her food that she hasn't touched since she sat in front of you. "but i'm all ears"
"i wanna take you out" she blurts. huh, that was much easier than she expected. she thinks? your reaction confuses her, she wishes she knew what was going through your head in this moment
"oh” fuck, she knew she shouldn't have said anything, now she won't even get to see you to fuck, or see you at all. and now her armpits are sweating profusely, shit, her whole body is heating up in embarassment, and she's just about to leave, to cry it all off in the bathroom, when you finally reply with "im busy mondays with my mom, meetings and stuff" you shrug "but you can pick me up any other day"
she places the tray back on the table, and sighs "thursday?"
"sounds good" you nod "make it worth it" you say, picking up your trash and walking over to jisu who was waiting for you at the door of the cafeteria.
you already thought a date with her was more than worth it, but you enjoyed the way her cheeks flare up and she nods quickly and nervously in response. so the date jisu and you had planned to just hang out at the mall and buy yourself pretty clothes, turned into the two of you looking for an outfit that was nice yet versatile enough that no matter what ryujin had planned you wouldn't look out of place
you had only been on a couple dates when that one talent show happened, and it could explain the nerves that ryujin told yuna about when they were folding pamphlets, but ryujin still felt the butterflies in her stomach and the drying of her throat even after marrying you.
she knew quickly she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you, and it scared her to think you could've thought differently about her. while your relationship was never perfect, and there were times when the two of you found yourselves questioning whether being together was even the right thing to do, she couldn't see the rest of her life without you. and honestly, neither could you.
and you weren't surprised when she proposed, partly because of that one conversation you had about wanting to be with each other forever, but also because yuna and lia were too obvious, and so was she. you say yes, to no one's surprise of course, and the next thing you know, your relationship has unlocked another sort of level the two of you are eager to begin
years later though, when ryujin and you take over your family businesses, move in together and all, when it feels like the two of you have been through everything together, she often finds herself mentally patting her own back in praise for having the guts to ask you out.
when ryujin wasn’t present. yuna was in charge of important decisions, but because yuna was with ryujin almost all the time, it basically meant you were in charge most of your wife’s absences. which also meant if something went wrong in her absence, you’d be the one to break the news to her.
now, yuna and ryujin didn’t take much days off, together or apart, ryujin only took days off if she wanted to spend time with you, not that her job didn’t allow her to do that anyway, but point being made, they rarely take days off. and you always suggest they do, not because you wanted to get rid of them or anything, but because you want your wife to relax, yuna too. so you insist on a day where nothing was scheduled, they weren’t really needed and all they would do is sit around your and ryujin’s home producing exaggerated sighs and complaining about how bored they were. so you sent them off, something about riding horses that yuna said.
you do some relaxing of your own, at home of course. and all is well until four in the afternoon, where one of ryujin’s many men come up knocking your door with a shaky voice. “ma’am.. i think you should come downstairs.” you’re concerned, of course, because even though you are in charge while the cousins are gone, they’ve been taught to solve things on their own and only come to any of you if there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.
when you come down, you see a man in about his thirties, sitting in one of your fancy chairs, ryujin’s pick. and in front of him, stashes of what seemed to look like some sort of powdered drug. you know him. hyunwoo. he’s the one who always tries to defy your wife when doing business, he thinks the slight age gap and being a man give him an advantage. which is probably why he came here today, when you’re alone.
“got shin’s order” he shrugs, and you can visualize it, ryujin and him yelling at each other, the vein in your wife’s neck popping as she stresses out for the fifth time that she is done with him and he no longer works for her, that they will provide no more protection for him and any other leader out there is free to bite at him if they want to. but you just can’t do that, you can’t have her stress about having to cut ties with him for your safety after the whole fight with him, so you try to solve it on your own.
“funny. i remember my wife specifically kicking you out of our house two weeks ago..” your arms are crossed, your eyes almost shut, it’s the poses your mom always made when she wanted to appear intimidating, and, it worked for her, why not work for you?
“no, no, sweetheart, you got it all wrong-“the man waves his fingers up and tuts
you scoff “just get out. and take your shit with you”
he huffs, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “you’re gonna take this, put it in your little back room until shin comes back and tell your wife i’ll be expecting cash.” he’s just about gotten up, faced the entrance and given his first step on his way to the door when you take the gun provided by one of the guards and press it against the back of his head.
“since you don’t have intentions of taking it back with you” you start, already extending your hand to whoever is behind you for your phone, their phone, whoever’s phone, and even though they most likely had it saved, dial ryujin’s number from memory.
“hello?“
“hi, baby. sorry to interrupt.” you cut it short, knowing you can make up for it later “hyunwoo’s here again. with more of his cheap drugs. he says he won’t take orders from me”
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you can hear the grit through her teeth, and you can imagine the hand on her hip as she looks up at the sky and sighs deeply. “im on my way”
“and babe?” she adds
“yes?”
“next time he defies you. blow his brains out”
“got it” you chuckle, hearing her say her goodbyes and that she loves you, which even with a pain in the ass as deep as hyunwoo in front of you, you said back. “sit. the fuck. down”
he’s not stupid enough to disobey, because he knows you’ll shoot without remorse. so he quietly sits back down, glaring at you as you sit in front of him at the edge of a coffee table, crossing your legs and leaning over them with the gun still in your hand, still pointing at him. “you used to do business with my mom. you saw me train” you chuckle.
“so maybe i just don’t scare you because of that.” you mutter “but im sure you know from the many times you heard me empty out carriers as a teenager that my hand sure won’t shake if i ever have to shoot you”
he opens his mouth to speak, disgusting, proud smirk displayed on his lips— only to stop dead in his tracks when he hears you cocking the gun in your hand. “don’t fucking speak”
“let’s get this over with” ryujin sighs, its been more than an hour, all of which you spent sitting there, pointing at him with your gun and watching his every move. your wife hands someone her bag and ties her hair, taking off her jacket and only keeping a black turtle neck on her upper body as she walks to the bunch of you. yuna following close behind “are you gonna let me kiss my wife hello or are you going to pull some stupid shit before that?”
hyunwoo tuts, fiddling with his rings as he rolls his eyes and turns to look to the side, evidently giving you the space to say hello, not that it mattered, you could wait, but ryujin always liked rubbing it everyone’s face. that you were hers. it’s what you remember as she leans down to peck your lips, caressing your face as she pulls away and grabs her usual gun provided by one of her many employees, tucking it in the back of her black jeans careslessly.
she sighs, squatting in front of him after you move to talk to yuna. “why the fuck are you in my house?”
but he just glares at her, probably racking up his brain for an excuse as he knows that he’s no longer welcome there. “okay, let’s do that again”
your wife straightens up her posture, and surprises everyone in the room when she punches hyunwoo in the face, aiming for his cheek. “why the fuck, are you in my house?”
“i told y/n. i brought your order” he looks at you to emphasize, and ryujin’s pointer and middle finger come up to his face
“hey” she snaps them to get his attention, and moves them side to side between her eyes. “eyes on me. don’t use her name like you fucking know her.”
“and in case you needed me to remind you” she begins, opening and closing her hand as if to release the tension in her knuckles “we culminated a contract two weeks ago” and she throws a second punch, this time to his nose.
“you fucking bitch-”
“i’ll fucking kill you” she grits back, resorting to pulling the gun out with ease and pointing at his head “what’s in them?” she cocks her head to the side towards the stacks.
“you know what’s in it-“ he grunts, fisting his hands as he tries to not think of the pain coursing through his face “same as every time. it’s your go-to”
“that is not my drug” she laughs. “you can tell just by looking at it. that’s not my fucking drug”
“yes it is.” he spits, gathering all his strength to pull out a pocket knife from the inside of his vest, blade in his hand as he extends the handle to ryujin.
yuna and you look at each other, knowing the best thing is not to test a drug that you already have no idea what it’s made of, specially when it’s coming from a guy who’s already plotting against you. but before either of you can say anything. ryujin takes it, glaring at him and cocking her head at yuna who now stands in front of him pointing her own gun. you watch carefully as she stabs it, a small cloud of powder surrounding the knife. it’s only what the tip of her finger can pick up, and you watch her swipe it across her tongue as she glares at him. immediately tensing and holding in a stiff cough.
“you motherfucker” she scoffs with a sour, disgusted face, walking towards him slow enough that the click of her heels against your expensive marble tile echoes between all of you. “i don’t care what the fuck is in it. disappear it from my face. see who else will buy this bullshit before I snap your neck”
when she finds him looking elsewhere, she grabs a fistful of his hair and leans down to talk to him closer than ever. “we have no more business to do. i don’t want you near my house. i don’t want you near my wife, or any person in this fucking living room” ryujin threatens.
“and i don’t want you in chaeryeong’s club either. if i see you or any of your shit in any of my places, i will fucking kill you” she’s furious as she spits the words in his ear “and one last thing—“ she begins
“when my wife tells you to do something. like get out of my house, you fucking do it, you hear me?”she finishes, letting go of his hair and tucking the gun back into her pants. your wife starts walking and without even looking at her men she orders. “get him out of here”
“and take that shit with you!” she adds as she keeps walking, you and yuna following her to her office.
you don't even hear her come in. maybe it's because it was already so late that you don't hear the scurrying of her employees when she gets out of the car. you don't hear her asking about you, and you certainly didn't hear her open the door oh so softly.
"hi baby" she drops her heels on the entrance of your room, which she'll probably pick up later tomorrow "thought you'd be asleep by now"
"i was waiting for you" you sit up in bed, too late to watch her reach for something and place it behind her back while walking towards you. still in her gala dress, makeup untouched. more so her lipstick.
"i appreciate it"
you nod, "forgot to tell you, you looked very pretty before you left"
"thanks babe" ryujin smiles, getting closer and closer. "you tired?"
"no" you shrug "why?"
"mm, i just missed you" it's then she reveals the object behind her. it's rather a new strap, you haven't had much time to break it in yet, and you can see why she brings it up now
"so did i" your legs, as if they could move by themselves, begin to spread, making it easier for her to see up your gown "come here, you're too far."
but ryujin only chuckles, slipping her own underwear off and easily attaching the strap to her hips all while still wearing her gala dress.
she crawls in bed and on top of you soon after, and her hands as always, find their way up your gown. they're cold, and it emphasizes just how much she missed you, because even something so small as holding your hand made her feel more comfortable than when alone.
but ryujin doesn't kiss you yet, no matter how much she wants to, she first presses her lips softly, gently, all over your chest, shoulders and collarbone even, when she manages to slip the straps of your gown down your shoulders.
she keeps this up for a few minutes, longer than you would've liked, since you wanted to actually kiss her instead, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying her wet, sloppy kisses. even more when she sucked or nibbled on your skin softly. ryujin chuckles, and you can feel her smirk on the skin of her neck when your hips start rocking up against her thigh.
"baby, kiss me. please" your hands are on the sides of her face, you want to pull her close enough that you can kiss her, but she's not budging, mostly because she just wants to take you in, already breathless, bottom lip swollen with how hard you've bitten it due to her curious kisses all over your neck and chest.
"missed you so much" she whines, finally kissing you "missed kissing you in front of people. i missed introducing you to people and having them wonder how i got so lucky with you. i just missed you."
she's pressed kisses all over your face, mouth, and neck while talking. and she knows even with the small moans and whimpers you leave in response, that you're still listening to her and processing everything she's saying, she doesn't need you to say it back, she knows you missed her just as much, if not more, but she also knew you had to stay.
"i missed you too baby. so much. but yuna needed me here" it feels weird, talking about her cousin like she wasn't just in a room downstairs, asleep after many cups of tea and attempts of you sneaking out of her room without waking her up
"i know" she's stopped kissing you, and instead lifts her head up to stare at you. she admires the many lipstick stains on your upper body and lips just as much as you glance at the smudged red tint that barely sat on her lips anymore. "and im thankful you stayed with her." your wife presses another kiss on your lips. "let me make you feel good, hm? make up for all the time i was away and couldn't help."
you want to shake your head, tell her she didn't have to help. that you understand she was busy beforehand and that you would've stayed with yuna regardless of ryujin staying with you or not, but instead all that comes out of your lips is a needy whimper asking her to continue.
and that's exactly what she does, without even taking off your gown, or pulling off your underwear. ryujin only lifts your night gown and lets herself press more and more kisses all over your torso before getting entirely off you and slipping your underwear to the side.
it allows enough space for her to see just how wet you were just from her kisses, and it fills her with pride to know that she did that with such ease. of course, she uses her fingers to spread your slick around, dragging filthy sounds out of you every time she accidentally grazed your clit.
she doesn't waste any time after that, and slowly positions herself between your legs with the tip of her strap in her hand. and ryujin expects the gasp you let out when she slowly, gently, bottoms out. you want her on you, closer, even though both of you still have all pieces of clothing on your bodies, you want her closer. so you pull her on you, and when she gives in, your hands find their spots on a) the back of her neck, and b) her arm, where you would probably dig your nails whenever she fucked you just right.
but the hand on her bicep eventually moves up her dress, as best as you can while she fucks you slowly, still pressing wet, sloppy kisses to your lips and neck. sadly, no longer leaving red lipstick marks. her hips snap at a slow, deep pace against yours, and when your hand reaches her waist and squeezes, when you dig your nails there, she can't help the guttural moan that she presses into your mouth
she knows you. knows your body and what you like. she knows exactly what it takes for you to come undone. and she never lets pass an opportunity to show you.
"fuck" ryujin smirks at the noise inevitably and kisses you again, deeper this time, tugging on your bottom teeth and letting it fall back in place with a snap.
"what is it? what's on your mind babe?" she nips at your jaw, sucking harder here and there knowing how much you enjoyed it
"just you" even with your gasps and whimpers interrupting you talking, she understands exactly what you're saying. "just you in this dress"
"mm" she smiles, cockier than ever "that's why you bought it huh? you just wanted me to fuck you in it didn't you princess?"
"i did" your eyes have remained closed a few minutes now, even though you would love to watch her all the time. so you wait for your breath to calm and open your eyes just to make contact with her "and i'm happy i did"
"you're such a whore for me y/n/n" you watch her smirk and right after, dip her head to nibble at your neck "i think it's adorable" she continues "makes me wanna fuck you all night"
"so do it" you whimper "we don't have anywhere to be tomorrow"
"i will. not because you told me to" ryujin shakes her head, shifting enough so she could bite your earlobe before talking again, this time her warm breath tickling the side of your face. "but because i want to"
it made you feel so at peace. her deep, calming voice and her hand laced in yours, her unoccupied thumb sometimes caressing your cheek as she read. the words flow beautifully out of her lips, you think she would make a great kindergarten teacher, the kids would love her, and not just for the way she reads.
but then it’s gone, because she stops reading and instead is looking down at you with a knowing smile on her face, reading glasses loose on the tip of her nose.
“i’m listening, i swear” ryujin giggles and nods quickly, as if to say ‘sure, i believe you.’
“you’re dozing off baby.” her hand runs carefully through your hair, and you wonder how she expects you not to fall asleep when she makes you feel like this. so loved, comfortable, at peace.
“one more chapter, please ryu”
“compromise, one more page” she looks so pretty when she’s trying to sell you something, and a part of you was sure she’d say the same thing about you if asked.
“three” your girlfriend chuckles and shakes her head, leaning back on the bed frame and thinking for a second.
“two. final offer”
“ah. i guess” you sigh, pouting right after. “but only if you take your time with it.
“baby, do you know how many words are in two pages?“ but she quickly retracts the mocking tone when she sees your pout genuinely deepen. “of course, anything for you.”
33. from the Christmas promt list with Ryujin?💓 If I can request further plot can I request that youre an exchange student in korea and don’t have family in korea as a part of it!
you watched as the last of your dorm mates got in their parent's car and blew you a kiss goodbye, ready to pretend to be free of college for at least two weeks, and head back inside, you're taking off your gloves, starting to unwrap the scarf from around your neck when you hear the front door from the reception floor snap back when it closes with a little too much force.
now, your first instinct is to hurt whoever is here, but looking at yourself now, there's only so much a scarf and gloves can do to a person, and most of those weren't harm. however, it only takes you turning around and noticing a very familiar silhouette waddle towards you to realize all your self defense tactics weren't necessary. ryujin is covered up to her nose in warm clothing, so it takes a minute to recognize her. but of course you would.
"ryujin?"
"hi babes" you hadn't made it that far into the lobby, so she was able to reach you pretty fast, and as soon as she does, her glove clad hands push the scarf the slightest bit down and she puckers her lips for a kiss, which you gladly provide.
"what are you doing here?" your naked hands take a hold of her own, covered in fuzzy gloves to provide heat.
"i thought you'd be happy to see me" your girlfriend begins to pout
"no! i am, it's just, shouldn't you be on your way home? to spend the holidays with your parents? and your cats?"
"well.. actually.. i decided i want to spend christmas with you" she shrugs
"ryujin"
"hey, i've spent all my christmas' with my parents, and i was there just the other day, they won't miss me-"
"but-"
"besides, we can just go there for new years, they got you presents, you know"
"baby"
"i would, offer you to drive us there tonight" she begins, following you when you walk her to the elevator "but there's a storm coming and i don't wanna risk it"
"i understand baby, i'm glad you're here" you press a kiss to her lips as a thank you
“i just, I wasn’t going to let you spend Christmas alone.” she shrugs, welcoming the hug you give her after
“where’ve you been? you reek” all of the members look up at you as yeji starts when you enter thru the door, and she’s right. you smell of sex and sweat not to mention your bra is missing, the zipper of your jacket is undone and your hair is no longer perfectly straight but tucked messily into your beanie and hood.
“just out” you breathe, you hear her hum and watch her nod into her book and everyone else resume their positions before walking to your shared room with chaeryeong to grab a change of clothes and shower, something you hadn’t been able to do in your friend’s apartment considering her roomates would be there soon.
you were ready to go to bed. so tired from all the practice and the extra curricular acfivities you had been up to today, it’s only 9 pm but your bed sounds so good right now you wouldn’t mind sleeping enough to wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, even if it meant having to make breakfast for the others. sadly, your members had other plans, because chaeryeong peeks her head into the room and says a simple “meeting in yeji’s room” before leaving, the door ajar waiting for you.
you groan and sigh and curse softly before walking out, wondering on your way there why in her room and not in the kitchen like usual, and the answer that receives you when you enter the leader’s room makes you regret slamming your room’s door when you got out. yuna’s not there, probably sleeping, and you’re in trouble, most likely.
“hey guys” you start, chuckling nervously as you sit on ryujin’s bed. “yuna’s birthday isn’t for another 11 months”
“we actually wanted to talk about you” lia starts from her spot leaning against the wall, chaeryeong on yeji’s bed, with ryujin and yeji just standing there looking at you with her arms crossed.
“uh,, sure” you try to look as calm as possible, waiting for any bombs to drop from their lips.
“who were you with, the truth this time” as expected, it’s yeji who asks, her gaze hard and intimidating as they all wait for you to respond.
“unnie i told you, out” shrugging, you roll your eyes “walking, if that helps”
“y/n, im being serious. where were you, who were you with? you were obviously doing something or someone if you didn’t tell any of us beforehand”
“since when do we announce our individual outings?” you start “all of you have gone out alone and not once have you told me where, and you don’t see me interrogate you for that”
“yeah but we don’t come home smelling of sex and looking like we were hiding from the paps” it’s chaeryeong this time, your roomate, your closest friend out of the five to throw you under the bus, and she’s no longer beside ryujin but next to yeji, her eyes also demanding answers and explanations.
“what the fuck chaer?” you sigh, rubbing your temples “yeah, i was out having sex tonight, that what you wanted to hear?”
“with who” yeji pries, arms still crossed over her chest. ryujin hasn’t spoken all this time, and lia scoffs at your answers every now and then, her arms mirroring yeji’s as she stays further back, one of her legs posted to support her on the wall.
“with a friend” you shrug again.
“just tell us who y/n” lia groans.
“im not telling you who it is!” it’s not funny, girly, gossip. it’s them furiously prying because they’re worried you getting caught might hurt the group.
“why not?” chaeryeong yells back at you
“because!” you sigh, exasperated, before getting yourself together and lowering your voice “we made a deal, i wouldn’t tell my members and neither would they”
“so it is an idol” yeji nods at your slip, as if she knew this whole time.
“oh fuck off” falling back on the mattress, you cover your face with your hands and curse at yourself for being so stupid and letting them get to you.
“is it a sunbaenim? a woman? or a boy?”
“oh my god” you groan at lia’s persistent voice, promising yourself you would not crack this time and would stand your ground. “im not saying anything else”
“it’s not a guy” chaeryeong says, and the four of you look at her because, how the fuck does she know?
“how do you know?” yeji reads your mind.
“she just looks different. we don’t really notice if she’s been with a guy she just tells us” and she’s right, not that they know of all your sexcapades, and not that they know most of them are women, but they’ve never noticed something’s off when it’s been a guy.
“oh” lia and yeji nod slowly, taking it all in. “so, is it a sunbaenim? from twice? a soloist? trainee?”
“actually that’s gross. the fact that you think i’d fuck a trainee” just at the thought, you shudder, or maybe it’s the thought of that one time, at her group’s mention, you can’t help but remember that time you had nayeon’s legs around your head... her pus— no, there’s no time for that right now. you shake the dirty memories out of your head, and rub your legs together to release the growing tension between them, and look up at them, already thinking of how to avoid their next question.
“we’re not gonna stop until you cave” yeji shrugs
“well im not” you lift your chin proudly, crossing your arms.
“yeah, you will.” lia starts. “because if not we will tell on you with manager-nim”
“you wouldn’t” gasping, you uncross your arms.
“don’t test me” she shrugs. you knew she would, but she couldn’t know you were bluffing. “so come on. spit it out”
“unnie, im being careful!” you raise your voice a little, already upset at the fact that they wouldn’t give it a rest.
“that’s useless y/n. every single person who’s ever been caught doing something wrong has been ‘careful” yeji says, quoting the word careful with her fingers.
“loona” and like you called her name, ryujin’s head snaps up, her mind already making up a million scenarios of you fucking the few friends she had in that group. what’s worse? she enjoys every single one of them. she wishes she could’ve been there to at least watch. though she quickly vanishes them from her head when she notices your members looking at her for the same reason, her friends.
“i didn’t fuck heejin, or hyunjin” you clarify, wanting to bring them peace or at least ryujin, but only the other three slump their shoulders in relief at your confession. “but, im not telling you who i did.” letting your hands fall on your thighs, you get up and closer to the door. “goodnight”
“where are you going? we’re not done” she catches your wrist before you can swing the door open, pulling you back to where you were before, in front of her and a little bit closer to ryujin.
“are you kidding me?” you scoff at yeji. “none of you wanted to fuck me, so i went out and found someone who did, it was good so i kept going back. you’ve never noticed until today and if you didn’t no one else did. im good at what im doing. hell! i’ve fucked half the people in this industry and none of you knew until i just said it!! leave me alone”
but before you can actually turn around and leave, ryujin quickly stands up, surprising all five of you when she smashes her lips against yours. one hand on your hair and one on your ass, squeezing expertly. the other three are just in shock as you are, but she tastes so good and her hands feel good against you, even when she sneaks one up your tshirt to rub at your already hardened nipples because of the cold, and you try to hold it but you can’t, eventually moaning and melting in her hold, that was rough and heavy but in a good way, making you wrap your arms around her neck.
“guys- what the fuck-“
“get out” ryujin groans against your lips, her hands tightening on your ass and tits, lips no longer on yours but so close that if you leaned just a little bit you could taste them again, you’re shameless really, and tomorrow you’ll probably hide from them all because you don’t think twice about your members in the room before joining your lips with hers again in another wet, hot kiss.
“ryujin that’s not a good-“
“she said she wanted to be fucked. so i will. get out” the words are barely mumbled, because she’s too busy getting back to your lips to care if they understand, because she’s too eager as she puts the other hand inside your pijama shorts feeling the lack of underwear and then your wet folds, throwing her head back and breaking your kiss to groan at the feeling. “fuck— leave”
you don’t expect them to actually, and you don’t really notice, you’re too preoccupied with the feeling of the pads of her fingers on your clit slowly making circles to notice, and its only when you hear a loud scoff and the door slightly slam closed that you realized they did leave– after all, if the door slam woke yuna up they probably would find a way to distract her from going in the room.
“was it good? hm? was she good?” you gasp, because she’s roughly turned you around to press her front against your back, her hand wrapping around your neck before the other goes back into your shorts, her fingers too slow for your liking as they dip in to gather some of your slick to spread around your lips and clit. “i asked you a question”
throwing your head against her shoulder, you bite your lip before taking a deep breath to answer, letting out a much too soft “yea” to her question
“do you think she could be better than me?”
“i dunno, you’ve never touched me” rolling your eyes, you turn your head to look at her now that her hand has stopped moving.
“is that what we’re saying now?-“
“we were trainees ryu. you said it was a mistake” you sigh, already thinking this was not going where you thought it was “are you going to touch me or should i go get myself off?”
“hm” she chuckles, kissing your cheek dangerously soft with her grip on your neck and jaw tightening slightly. “you’re never going back to her after im done with you.”
“i hope that’s a promise you keep”
“shut up” her voice is rougher, not sweet and playful like usual, just rough. “bend over the bed.”
you do as told, wanting to get back on her good side. it’s quite a sight, watching your shorts ride up enough for her to see your asscheeks falling out of them. she’s too comfortable, for a ‘first time’ but at this point, neither of you care, you want her, you have for a very long time, you’re too desperate to go over basics. you’re so desperate, that just her fingers running from the back of your thigh to your asscheek makes you shiver and gives you goosebumps.
“you’re dripping” she points out the obvious. “i can see it through your shorts.”
“so touch me ryujinnie, please” you’re backing up into her hand, begging for something, anything at this point.
she hums, finally pulling your shorts off your legs, immediately salivating at the sight of your pussy glistening, clit swollen at the lack of attention. “look at you, what do you want?”
“you, please” she chuckles after that, and you wonder if she even heard you with how small your voice had turned.
“are these hers?” she asks, hands pressing against recent hand prints on your ass, making your hips buck forward, startled.
“yeah” you sigh, wanting her to go over them at least once. “didn’t hit me hard enough”
“can i try?”
“please” that’s all it takes. she rubs circles on one of your asscheeks before her hand raises and falls with a heavinly burn against your skin, eliciting a louder whimper out of you. every spank leaves a sting more enjoyable than the last, and you’re soon backing your ass up against her hand for more.
“what do you say?” she holds her hand at a safe distance from your ass, waiting for you to answer correctly before slapping the red skin
“t-thank you” a gasp is what you let out when she strikes her hand against your ass once again.
“good girl” she smiles, full of pride. “now turn around and spread your legs for me”
you stumble across pillows on the bed and such, too eager to be careful right now, and position yourself on your back, legs wide open for her with a hand going down to spread your wetness around your lips
“don’t do that” she slaps your hand away, getting on her knees to be face to face with your pussy. she only spits on it, as if you needed more lubrication, spreading it with two of her fingers, too slow for your liking.
she watches the way you sigh and whimper whenever she grazes against your clit or hole, the way you lift your head from her pillow and plead with your eyes for her to give you what you wanted. and her standing up to retrieve a pretty pink dildo from her drawer wasn’t what you expected, not that you didn’t want it. the black straps only surprise you more, and the sight of her tightening the straps and positioning the toy where she wanted it was making your wetness grow tenfold.
she rests the tip of it and taps it against your clit repeatedly, only making you sigh in between relief and want, your eyes sparkling and lashes fanning pretty to lure her into finally fucking you like she had promised. the look on both your faces as she slowly pushes in is priceless, you’re too overwhelmed to react and she’s too turned on, salivating at the way your lips swallow the pink toy slowly and fully. “next time, you come to me” she grunts, hand squishing your cheeks together while the other squeezes your side, her hips starting to slowly thrust in and out, pulling out entirely just to fill you to the brim with the plastick cock “no more sneaking out and worrying us sick just to find out some other girl has been fucking this pretty pussy, yeah?”
“mhm” your eyes are shut tight, your mouth wide open, you’re probably even drooling, her lips around your nipple suckling and her teeth digging into your skin in a delicious pain that has you gasping and pushing your chest further into her mouth, hands wrapping around her neck, and you whine when she inevitably pulls away
“good” she hums, tongue running over her lips as she fucks you...”gonna fuck you stupid baby” and her hips speed up, she’s intimidating in some way and it’s so fucking hot, the way she looks down on you, smirking because she knows she has you eating from her hand. she takes her time, speeding and slowing the thrusts of her hips, playing with your clit and sensitive nipples, teasing you when at the edge of your orgasm, edging you over and over again because she liked to see you suffer. “should i let you cum?”
“p-please.” your voice is so soft, so whiny, and she adores it, the fact that it’s all because of her.
“i dunno, it’s not like you earned it” her strokes are so slow, yet so hard. she tickles your g-spot with the tip of the toy every time, it feels good, but you want more
“i’ll make u-up for it. please just let m-me cum”
“you gonna go back to her??”
“n-no. never-r” your voice is broken, and you hope it expresses how much you need to cum right now. and if you were to take a guess by the way she’s speeding up, torturing your clit as well. it did. the sounds of skin slapping soon floods the room and the air reeks once again of sex and sweat. it’s hot, but you’re for some reason shaking, maybe it’s the approaching orgasm, and how it’s so much stronger because of her edging you, making you shake and whine, hands on her abs as if pushing her away to prevent her from keep fucking you through your orgasm.
she’s chuckling, kissing your temple and cheek, nose and lower until she reaches your lips, catching all your breathy moans and whimpers as you finally calmed down. ryujin pulls out carefully, finally pressing a cheeky kiss to your clit that makes your body jolt and stutter..
you have no idea what time it is, but you must assume it hasn’t been that long since you fell asleep because it’s still night time when ryujin kisses your forehead. “i didn’t mean to wake you” she pouts, getting under the covers with you after removing her sleeping shorts. she smells like her usual orange creamsicle body wash, so you assume she stopped at the dorm to shower after practice.
“it’s fine, i was waiting for you” your arms wrap around her neck as you turn towards her and complete the embrace, both of you deprived of contact even though it’s been a little more than a day without seeing each other.
“i missed you” she starts “so much” kissing you over and over until you’re no longer sleepy and what were soft, platonic kisses start having a different effect on you.
“i missed you too” you answer, reciprocating her kisses and sighing when she tugs you closer to her. “baby?”
“hm?”, she opens her eyes that had been closed shut the entire time you were kissing, and licks her lips while looking at you.
“Show me how much you missed me.” your hand rests on her cheek and you watch her smile, eyes traveling to your lips for a few seconds before she’s pecking them and soon getting on her knees in the bed. ryujin holds eye contact with you while pulling your sweats and underwear off, a soft smile on her lips as she spreads your legs gently and moves on the bed to lay on her stomach, her face leveled with your core.
she doesn’t tease today, instead just drags her tongue up from your hole to your clit, tasting your arousal in her wake. ryujin’s favorite thing is always hearing you moan whenever she does something to you, she loves your reactions more than anything. your hand eventually tangles in her hair, not much to pull the strands or push her closer to you but to be touching her in some other way that wasn’t her mouth.
she looks at you sometimes, and the eye contact along with her mouth on you makes you shiver under her, biting your lip to refrain yourself from yelling her name along with multiple cuss words
“the first time i get to make you feel good in almost a week and i can’t hear you?” she pouts when she pulls away from your cunt “thats no fun”
“it’s 1 am” you sigh, opening your arms for her when she rises, only holding herself on one arm because the other one she’s using to finger you now
“i don’t care” her voice is incredibly soft for what she’s doing to you “let me hear you baby, please” her lips press across your jaw and neck, wet kisses driving you insane with the pace of her fingers.
“jinie- it’s too late” the nickname does come out as a moan and she can’t help but smirk proudly, repeating the same action with her fingers to make you moan again “but it feels so good”
“i know baby, i know” she’s not making fun of you or teasing you like other times, she’s just soft and understanding as she kisses all over your upper body, sucking some pressure into the skin of your throat.
you gasp and roll her name out of your tongue one, two, three times, holding her hand where it was “right there, im close- fuck me, please jinie”
“you’re so cute” she sucks a few more marks on your neck, using her thumb to play with your clit and finally pushing you over the edge. “im so in love with you”
you can’t reply right away, needing a few minutes to calm down and come back to your senses like she hadn’t just fucked the energy out of you a minute ago. but when you do, you place your hands on her cheeks and stare into her eyes, giggling when her stare back makes you nervous. “im in love with you too, so much” you peck her lips, and it’s soft kisses for so long, just pecking each others lips and holding one another.
“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” you tuck her hair behind her ear, your favorite pink, soft lips curling in a smile as she hides her face in your neck. “i mean it”
“good.” she lifts her head back “that was my plan all along” she smiles, pecking your lips again “make you all mine” ryujin sing-songs, eyes almost closed due to the lack of sleep, but she still pecks your lips even tho you’re giggling at her previous comment, and pushes her tongue between your lips, initiating something more sexual than the soft pecks you were sharing before, eliciting other moans out of you as she begins to thrust her hips against yours.
“you’re tired” you whisper, pulling away from her lips and opening your eyes to look at her but she just shakes her head and breaks apart from your embrace, trying as quickly and best as she can to remove her underwear before getting back in bed and grabbing one of your legs to fit between them like she always did.
“one more” she whispers, leaning down to kiss your lips “with me” before swiveling her hips in the perfect angle. you’re so sensitive, whimpering and closing your eyes with your hands and nails digging into her sides, she can see how much you’re struggling, so she coaxes you through it kissing your cheeks and nose “you okay baby?”
“a little s-sensitive” you whisper, gasping when she particularly rolls her hips
“do you want me to stop?” she’s completely serious, eyes looking for any sign of discomfort in your face
“n-no. you feel so good” in response, ryujin chuckles and kisses your nose, speeding up her hips a little not only to help you cum faster but because she was also desperate to cum soon.
“you too baby” she finally moans, throwing her head back slightly “you know how much i love tribbing, right?”
“y-yes” one of your hands clutches her bicep next,
“im glad” she kisses your lips next, pecking over and over swallowing some of your moans making the wet sounds between the two of you the only thing audible in the room. you can’t imagine how tired her legs must be, her thighs, after a whole day of practice and now doing all the work, but she won’t let you do it either, so you make a mental note to give her legs a massage first thing tomorrow before she leaves, maybe other places too.
“it’s too much” you gasp, tears filling your eyes as you try to hold your orgasm until you knew she was close too.
“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” her whispers do their job at reassuring you, along with her kisses on your neck and clavicles before she has to pull away to moan at how close she is to her own climax “im gonna cum-“ she waits for you to nod, and soon the two of you are cumming together, eyes squinted shut with curses and your names coming out of each other’s lips in moans and whimpers, some more silent than others.
she falls immediately on your chest, pushing you to wrap your arms around her and kiss her sweaty forehead while she closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths in order to recompose herself..
