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[elryuse]

Her Birthday Present

RYUJIN X MALE READER

Tags : RYUJIN'S BIRTHDAY SPECIALL!!!

The rhythmic thud of Ryujin's workout shoes echoed down the hallway, a familiar sound that usually filled you with a quiet pride. Today, however, it tugged at your heartstrings. It was her birthday, and the last thing you wanted was for her to be cooped up in the practice room another minute.

Ryujin had been pushing herself to the limit for their upcoming comeback. Grueling dance routines, endless vocal sessions – her schedule was relentless. You knew all she craved was a moment of peace, a reprieve from the constant demands of idol life.

That's when the idea struck you. Forget the usual idol-approved gifts of designer bags or stuffed animals. Ryujin needed something far more precious – rest, relaxation, and a reminder of your love.

With a determined glint in your eye, you set to work. You transformed the living room into a romantic haven. String lights twinkled overhead, casting a soft glow on the room. A steaming pot bubbled away on the stove, promising a delicious home-cooked meal. The centerpiece, however, was the bathtub. Filled with warm water and fragrant bubbles, it beckoned with the promise of soothing luxury. Delicate red roses, Ryujin's favorite, were scattered around the rim, completing the picture of pure indulgence.

Just as you were adding the finishing touches, the front door swung open, revealing a breathless Ryujin. Sweat clung to her forehead, her usual vibrant energy replaced by a weary exhaustion. She was clad in a tight sports bra and workout leggings, a stark contrast to the glamorous image she presented on stage.

For a moment, she stood rooted to the spot, her eyes widening in shock. The carefully curated world of her idol life melted away, replaced by the simple beauty of your surprise.

A single tear escaped her eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek. It wasn't sadness, but a wave of overwhelming emotion. All the stress, the exhaustion, the relentless pursuit of perfection – it all melted away in the face of your thoughtful gesture.

You met her gaze, your heart swelling with a tenderness you couldn't quite express. "Happy birthday, Ryujin," you said softly, stepping forward to wrap your arms around her.

The dam broke. She threw her arms around you, clinging to you with a desperate intensity. The physical exertion of practice paled in comparison to the emotional weight she'd been carrying.

"Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "this is… perfect."

But perfect wasn't enough. Not tonight. The raw emotion in her eyes, the vulnerability etched on her face, ignited a spark within you. You gently tilted her chin up, your gaze meeting hers.

"There's more," you murmured, your voice husky with unspoken desires.

Ryujin followed your gaze towards the bathroom, a flicker of understanding igniting in her eyes. A slow, sensual smile curved her lips.

Without a word, she grabbed your hand and led you towards the bedroom. The romantic dinner could wait. The only thing that mattered right now was the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air, the promise of a night of celebration that transcended the material.

Reaching her bedroom, you helped her peel off her sweaty clothes, your fingers lingering on the exposed skin beneath. Each touch sent a jolt through both of you, the tension building with each passing moment.

As she stood before you, clad only in her sports bra and a hint of vulnerability, the sight stole your breath away. The powerful stage persona melted away, revealing the woman you loved – strong, beautiful, and achingly real.

You pulled her close, the heat of her body radiating against yours. The kiss that followed was fueled by pent-up emotions, a collision of love, desire, and the unspoken understanding that bound you together.

The night unfolded like a dream. The rose-scented bath, a shared haven of warmth and intimacy, was only the beginning. You explored each other's bodies with a reverence that heightened the passion of the moment. Her soft moans as you traced the lines of her toned arms, the way she arched into your touch, all spoke of a vulnerability she rarely showed anyone else.

As the night deepened, the initial urgency transformed into a slow, sensual exploration. You whispered words of love and admiration into her ear, each word a testament to the depth of your feelings.

When the climax hit, it wasn't an explosion but a crescendo – a shared wave of release that left you both breathless and tangled in each other's embrace.

Lying there in the afterglow, Ryujin snuggled closer, her head resting on your chest. The anxieties and exhaustion of her idol life seemed miles away.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

"For what"? you asked, tracing lazy circles on her back.

"For everything," she sighed, her voice thick with contentment. "This has been the perfect birthday present. Not just the dinner or the bath, but…" she trailed off, searching for the right words.

"But you, being here with me, making me feel loved and appreciated," you finished for her, squeezing her hand gently.

A soft smile played on her lips. "Exactly. This is everything I needed."

You knew the night couldn't last forever. The demands of Ryujin's schedule wouldn't allow it. But before the harsh realities of idol life intruded, you wanted to savor every stolen moment.

The scent of your cooking wafted into the room, a gentle reminder of the dinner waiting for them. With a playful groan, you untangled yourselves from the sheets and led Ryujin towards the living room.

The sight of the candlelit table, adorned with flowers and your painstakingly prepared meal, brought another tear to Ryujin's eye.

"You really went all out," she said, her voice filled with awe.

"Anything for my birthday girl," you replied, pulling out her chair.

As you settled into your seats, the stress of the day melted away. You savored each bite, the delicious food punctuated by laughter and stolen glances across the table. But the undercurrent of passion from your earlier encounter still lingered.

Midway through the meal, you reached across the table, your fingers brushing against hers. A spark ignited, a silent conversation spoken through a touch.

"You have something on your face," you said, your voice a low rumble.

Ryujin, self-consciously, went to swipe at her cheek. You stopped her, your thumb gently wiping away a non-existent speck. The touch lingered, sending shivers down her spine.

"There, all gone," you murmured, your gaze locking with hers.

The heat in her cheeks rivaled the flickering candlelight. Ryujin knew she couldn't resist any longer.

"Let's finish this dessert later," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

You didn't need telling twice. You pushed away from the table, leading her back to the bedroom. This time, the urgency was fueled not just by pent-up emotions, but by the lingering taste of your delicious meal and the intoxicating scent of her skin.

You devoured each other with renewed fervor, clothes discarded in a haphazard mess. "Fuck me" Ryujin purred, as she lay herself down the bed. The bed became a battleground of passion, your bodies a tangled mess of limbs and heated whispers.

As you explored her body, your lips trailing down her neck and across the curve of her shoulder, you caught a glimpse of the leftover pasta sauce smudged on her collarbone. A playful smile spread across your face.

"Looks like we missed a spot," you teased, your tongue playfully lapping up the sauce.

Ryujin gasped, a mixture of surprise and laughter bubbling up in her chest. The playful distraction only added to the intensity of the moment, her laughter soon turning into moans as your exploration continued. Kisses by kisses, You make sure that every part of her body is loved.

Later, when the final tremors subsided, you found yourselves in the bathroom, the fragrant bathwater calling out to you.

Ryujin, her back resting against your chest as you lowered her into the warm water, sighed in contentment. You followed suit, the close quarters igniting a spark once again.

The rose petals, now scattered around the tub, became playful projectiles, a prelude to another wave of passion. Your hands, gliding over her soapy skin, sent shivers down her spine. Every touch, every whisper, was a testament to your love and the unspoken promise to cherish every stolen moment.

As the night deepened, you emerged from the bath, wrapped in fluffy towels, a comfortable silence settling between you. You helped her dry her hair, your fingers brushing against her scalp, sending goosebumps erupting over her skin.

In that moment, nestled in each other's arms, the world outside faded away. There were no cameras, no demanding schedules, just the quiet hum of contentment and the reassuring presence of the person who loved her, not just the idol, but Ryujin, the woman beneath the carefully crafted image.

The night may have begun as a celebration of her birthday, but it had transformed into a celebration of your love, a love story whispered in the shadows, a love that transcended the demands of fame and found solace in the simple act of being together.

The first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Ryujin stirred, snuggled into the warmth of your embrace. The exhaustion from practice was gone, replaced by a deep sense of contentment.

"Y/n," she murmured, stretching languidly.

You opened your eyes, meeting her loving gaze. "Good morning, birthday girl."

A soft smile played on her lips. "This has been the best birthday ever, thanks to you."

Her words sent a warmth through your chest. "Just being here with you is all the present I need," you replied, nuzzling closer.

Ryujin reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of your face. "But you did so much more. The food, the bath, everything… you made me feel so special, so loved."

Her voice softened, and you knew another wave of gratitude was about to crash over her. Before she could speak, you cut her off with a gentle kiss. This one was different, slower, more deliberate. Your tongue brushed against hers, a silent invitation she readily accepted.

The kiss deepened, fueled by the lingering passion of the night and the unspoken emotions hanging in the air. Her tongue explored your mouth with a newfound boldness, a playful urgency that sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally broke apart, both breathless, her eyes shone with a newfound fire.

"Thank you," she whispered again, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for showing me what real love feels like."

You cupped her face in your hands, your thumb gently stroking her cheek. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Ryujin."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. "Then stay with me," she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur. "Let's steal a few more moments before the world wakes up."

And with that, she pulled you back into a tangle of limbs and heated kisses, a fitting end to a birthday celebration that had transcended the ordinary, a testament to a love story blooming in the heart of the idol world.

[pupyuj]

gp itzy thoughts i beg cuz ur yuna one has me GIGGLING

i got you anon 😩😤😤 i personally view all of g!p itzy as subs (yes even ryujin don't fight me on this 🤭🤭) unless the scenario prompt is specific SO IT'S DOM READER TIME 😏 their names r color coded cuz some are longer than others i got a bit too into it 💀

that g!p yeji thought i posted a while ago is kinda perfect bcs it's just so her?? like to be so weak n pathetic when it comes to you :(( a little tease n baby is immediately rock hard, weakly asking for you to stop messing with her but secretly wanting for you to just,, ride her already 😭😭😭 she definitely likes being forced into having sex in like, public spaces 🤭 like she's saying "no stop (y/n) we can'tttt there's people here :((" but then why is she eagerly pounding into you while she's holding you up against the mirror in a changing room?? why isn't she doing anything other than sitting there n letting you jerk her off while you're in the movie theatre??? 🫢

lia's never beating the pillow princess allegations to me, even when she has a dick 🫡🫡 you're so pretty to her that she just wants to sit back and watch you do whatever you want to her with her cock :(( which ties into her voyeurism bcs she definitely gets off to the sight of you playing w your pussy in front of her,,, and n also in front of the mirror but like you're giving her a handjob n whispering dirty and borderline mean shit to her ear it gets her sooo horny you have no idea 😭😭😭 n she loves when u give her head bcs she can just look at your pretty face taking in her cock, she gets so proud :( big on praises during those moments but ultimately she's a slut for you 🫣

ryujin is kind of the tsundere-ish, pissy pants, big pride = big dick girl who hates being teased and played with but unfortunately you're a fucking brat 🤭 you're always groping her cock while people are around (they never notice), telling her things in her ear, wearing revealing clothing to rile her up, being touchy w people... but see, even if that makes ryujin pissed as hell she will not like, grab you and ruin you— no, that's what you do to her 👀 coming home from a party after flirting w the entire fucking house n ryujin is soooo mad 😭 like she's huffing, arms crossed and glaring at you while sitting on the bed as you're talking like nothing happened.. then you notice that look in her face n you laugh at her, making her even more mad 😭😭 but then you stand in between her legs and make her look up at you.. suddenly her eyes were the same as a puppy's?? like glossy and pleading while you're talking to her like, "d'you get jealous of that guy? c'mon, ryu, you know i only want your cock..." and "want me to prove it?" then she's nodding w a pout 🥺🥺🥺

making ryujin lay down on the bed to give her the best head of her life, one that pushes her to tears and has her seeing stars 🫠🫠 by the time you're riding her, she's crying bcs you feel so fucking good, like she's in literal disbelief over it 😩 sometimes the pleasure gets too much that ryujin will be so lost in her head while you're forcing orgasms out of her, but you're there to keep her grounded 🤭 leaning down to kiss her just to keep her eyes open and saying, "s-see, ryu?? fuck... i only want you..." she never doubted you ever again, but that didnt rlly stop you from just pissing her off anyway 😭

chaeryeong's reputation ain't the greatest bcs of her permanent rbf but that's what u love about her :( bcs she looks like this mean bitch who could kill anyone that thinks to approach you in a way she doesn't but u know how she is behind closed doors :(( she's your whiny baby who hides her face whenever you're touching her dick 😔 she's big on mommy kink and she's super polite 🥺🥺 always using 'please' whenever she wants to do something to you, or asking for your permission before coming she's the cutest 💔💔 and she looooves the collar + leash combo while fucking you from behind 😵‍💫 you pulling on the leash to bring her down, telling her to fuck you harder n then she's moaning "mommy!" in your ear the closer she gets to coming it makes her feel crazyy 😩

yuna is the type that can't keep her hands or her dick off of you 😭😭 she's always touching you and finds all the ways to feel your ass on her cock whether by sitting you down on her lap or hugging you from behind 😵‍💫 quickies happen a lot bcs again, she's just so addicted to the way your pussy clenches around her cock she literally cannot go a day without fucking you :(( so being apart from you is hard, sex wise!!!! she gets so pouty n she complains a lot,,, sends you photos and videos while you're away, and PHONE SEX!!!!! but it's never enoughhhh 😔😔 when you come back however.. be prepared for an entire day of fucking bcs yuna will literally not let you go anywhere once you're back with her 😭 yuna immediately pulling you to the bedroom as soon as you step inside her house :(( undressing you swiftly, pulling you to her lap to have you ride her cock for god knows how long 😵‍💫😵‍💫 her cum filling you up for hours but neither of you stopping bcs her cock and your pussy are just.. the perfect match 😔😚😚

[macaroonff]

This Autumn, - Shin Ryujin

Genre: Roommates x lovers, College +Domestic Au, Autumn feels Pairing: Shin Ryujin x fem! Reader ↪Content warnings: Mentions of a dysfunctional families, slight angst, mentions of homophobia, mention of insecurities Word Count: 7k+ words Suggested Songs: We found Love in October- Girl In Red I wanna be your girlfriend- Girl in Red Bubble gum- Clairo Duvet- Bôa October Passed Me By- Girl in Red Girls-Girl in Red Softly- Clairo You know where this playlist is heading- feel free to recommend more ↪not proofread

Sometimes fall meant that the clarity of summer had ended, and that the dryness wasn't accompanied by sweat, but by the heaviness of hoodies and the bareness of barks. A bore compared to the freedom and excitement that summer offered; a dispirited time when you look back to the last three months. 

Of course autumn wasn't all bad. The colours took on a warmer palette as the trees bore themselves devoid of its warmth: warmth which could be found in campfires and cosy sheets; in people's hugs and weighted blankets; in hot lattes, crunchy leaves and early sunsets.

But when assignments piled up from the start of the season, finding opportunities to revel in such warmth seemed unsuccessful. You hurriedly tried composing yourself from last month's activities: internships, staycations and pool parties, returning from a whirlwind of adrenaline. It was exhausting, and you were burnt out before the semester even started. 

But a student you were; a decent one you tried to be, as you file your assignments, albeit slowly due to sleep deprivation. The first week of autumn went by with professors dumping assignments immediately as you try to ease the pace at which you deal with it. Clearly, autumn had you drained from day one.

Autumn hated you more than you hated it.

Autumn, two weeks in wasn't too bad. You took time to catch up on deadlines, you made plans with friends, went on walks and you got especially close to your new roommate. Her name was Ryujin, a dark haired divinity with prominent features that meshed gently. Someone who never forgot to get you your daily dose of iced latte and her favourite mocha bread from the café opposite your dorm.

It started when she came back from her evening lectures on a Thursday, holding one mug in her hand, a woolly scarf tucked into her shirt. She came in to see you with hands knitted in your hair, frustrated at the work you had, feet bobbing in concentration. 

A small 'hi' was all that you returned when you noticed her presence.

"Another stressful assignment?," she asks, concerned. Her low timbre is soothing and takes you out of your sums for a brief moment, a sigh escaping your chapped lips.

"It’s calculus." You make eye contact for the first time since she entered, a polite smile greeting her, though the frown almost tilted the other way. 

She waved her hands in a light motion acknowledging your concern, the room key in her palm dangling in it to make a soft clack. 

"Understandable, it's a real headache, especially since you're in Mr Lee’s course. Anything I could help you with?"

"I just need a break," you reply dejectedly, hoping to get away from your monotonous, monstrous tasks. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" she asks, a soft grin hiding on her face. She watches your ears perk up and your eyes shine at the suggestion, to which a chuckle remains stuck in her throat.

"Why don't you choose something and I'll join you after I'm done freshening up." she hands you the remote before walking into her room, grabbing her white towel from the laundry rack.

You sit in silence and wallow in contemplation. Choosing a movie, should be easy. 

Would a sappy rom-com distracting you from your lamentable, gapingly non-existent love life suffice? Or did you need another of those poorly directed and filmed action ones, which would, undoubtedly help you fix your sleep schedule. But then again, would Ryujin watch it? What’s a movie she’d like? Slice of life? Coming of age? Horror?

A change in the lighting of the room, and Ryujin’s tap on your shoulder was what eventually brought you out of your dilemma, and you take your vacant stare off of the blank tv screen towards your roommate instead.

The warm lights had blurred everything in the background in a way that it brought Ryujin’s face into focus, a soft glow emanating from her cheeks. Her hair was wet, the towel lazily wrapped around her supple hair, doing a measly job at keeping it from seeping into her t-shirt. Her oversized black t-shirt had patches of darker spots that clinged to her because of it, making you worried she might catch a cold. You rush to hand her a new towel, one that would actually help. 

“Don’t catch a cold, not the best time of the year to fall sick.” you whisper.

She smiles in appreciation and holds your arm, accepting the fabric for you. "You're cold too y/n. It'd probably be best for us to grab some blankets." 

After ten minutes of rummaging through your creaky cabinets and five minutes of popping corn, you were ready to distance yourself from your headaches, with new-found warmth in your newly washed duvets. 

Snug and pressed against the cushions of the sofa, with your head on her shoulder. Snug as she pats your back until the television's whisper no longer has your attention and you find your heavy eyelids closing on their own. 

Snug as you embrace sleep after months of running away from it.

Snug, however, wasn't what you felt when you woke up in the morning, blankets tangled between your legs, and an annoying ache in your ribs, due to the crushing weight of your favourite cushion. 

Snugness was replaced by the bitterness of another new day, and your long forgotten assignments weighed heavier than they did before. 

All of a sudden last night's peace was something you regretted. And you regret having been swayed by someone you considered an acquaintance.

If Shin Ryujin hadn’t offered, you'd never have taken a break. You'd never have given yourself the opportunity to be wasteful with time. You shouldn't have been tempted by the thought of a moment's freedom. 

Freedom that remained a mirage. A mirage that showed you a time of comfort. Comfort that would last one evening until you'd have to revisit everything you ran away from.

What's the point in having comfort if it's given by someone you interact with for three hours a day? What was the point in comfort if it was momentary?

Shin Ryujin was a roommate you'd have for only two more months until her grandparent's apartment was done with renovations.

Shin Ryujin was temporary.

Autumn three weeks in, was no different. Except that your backlog had increased, your sleep schedule got worse and all that you cared about was getting over with your to-do lists. How you had energy to do everything one by one remained a mystery, but you soon realised that it wasn’t energy that drove you to finish work, but the fear of running out of it sooner or later. As if it wasn’t already obvious, you were on the brink of burnout.

Not that you hated burnout. For some reason being burnt out meant that you'd be forced to take time out for mental health sooner or later. You would be forced to slow down like you did last week. 

Sitting down and finally looking back, last week felt like a distant memory so far away from your reality. It was a privilege you gave yourself, and it was so worth it, contrary to what you felt immediately. She was right, the movie did help, the movie did get you back into a safe space from your anxiety; and you never cared to thank her for it. 

You’d do it today. Thanking her. You absolutely had to.

You spent the next ninety minutes planning the best way to return the favour. Essentially, you spent the next ninety minutes going back on all the little things Ryujin did for you. Which led to the realisation that her love language was a careful amalgamation of acts of service, quality time and physical touch. 

“Maybe I’ll just bake mocha bread. I couldn’t go wrong with that,” you contemplate. You weren’t the best baker on earth, however you had enough experience to go ahead with it.

All you needed was milk, eggs, flour, yeast, sugar and coffee. Everything you had at home, really not much could go wrong.

Until it did. There was no way the universe would let you have anything good before your semester tests. Of course it had to sabotage you when you tried to do one thing with actual love behind it.

The microwave oven she brought in with her beeped once before a loud pop stopped you in your tracks. It was overheated, and nothing you did brought the irksome device back to life. No matter how many buttons you pushed vigorously, or hit the back of it tiresomely, the empty  black box on the door showed no sign of the tiny numbers signalling time left.

Time left. You look at the Ikea clock hung on the wall. Ten minutes more for the bread to be baked until completion, and thirty minutes until she’d come back and discover this mess and the damage to her microwave.

And boy does she love that microwave.

Shin Ryujin knew something was wrong when she entered later at night, almost too late for you to be up right now, just a little before midnight, the smell of sweet coffee greeting her. She’d gone to visit the apartment her grandparents had bought for her, a half hour from here. She was so caught up in finalising the layout that she forgot to mention that she’d be late home. What’s worse was that she had got caught in heavy traffic, and her phone lost charge in the middle of dialling you. 

And when she got up here, completely spent from the work, it took very little for her to be consumed by frustration. Not particularly because of you. None of it had to do with you. She knew that the tedious microwave was ancient and that her parents only gave it to her to get rid of it. She also knew that she should’ve told you about it sooner, before it actually became a problem. So no, in no way was this your fault. 

She looked at your head buried under your arm on the dining table with a mitten on one hand and a post-it under your elbow. The post-it didn’t say much, just scribbled and crossed out words that all seemed to resemble different “I’m sorrys" and “microwaves". You had multiple other post-its crumpled nearby and she picked all of them up and carefully opened them one by one. Between the creases, one said, “I’m so sorry for the microwave Ryujin, ik you treasure it because your parents lent it to you. I just wanted to thank you for last week and I thought I’d bake your favourite but -” it stopped there at which point you must’ve crumpled it. 

Ryujin let her sight wander across the baking utensils washed and stacked neatly on the drying rack and a box of half baked, burnt dough nearby. She smiles, both grateful and apologetic, an urge to caress your head settling in. She takes a closer look at you, trying to figure how she could deposit you to your bed. 

She slowly lifts your head up, wiping excess dough from near your frowning mouth, and her eyes wander up, to your slightly fluttering eyelids facing the yellow lights. It was then under the warm lights that she noticed semi-dried tears under your lashes. Another surge of guilt ran through her, thinking of how worried you must’ve been. 

In the cold kitchen, she lifts you off the chair as carefully as she can and gently drags you across the living room. It was when she’d propped you against the headboard that you stir awake.

Through half-lidded eyes, you take in whatever you can. Ryujin was holding on to your hand gasping slightly.

“Ryujin?” you whisper.

“Shit I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she looks at you a little surprised.

“I’m so sorry-” you mumble in desperation.

“Shh," she places a palm over your eyes, "don’t worry about it love. Go to bed, we’ll talk in the morning”

You aren’t convinced but you also realise that now isn’t the best time to talk. Ryujin’s eyebags seemed deeper in the warm light and you knew both of you needed a decent rest. It had been a hectic time for the two of you, and all you needed was sleep.

Ryujin still had the benevolence to pull the blanket over you and stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

It was the second time you fell asleep in her arms.

The following weekend you were on a shopping trip.

At a semi-large Ikea warehouse about forty minutes away from the campus. It was Ryujin's idea to come out here despite you convincing her to find a shop closer, but she insisted.

"Trust me, it'll be fun. We can look at furniture too."

Of course, she needed new furniture. It slowly dawns on you that you have very little time to spend with her in your home. Home.

You don't remember the last time you called your dorm a home. For all that you knew, it was a messy damp space that you couldn't wait to escape from, an absolute nightmare with it's cramped furniture. But it was cosy, something you couldn't deny now.

Maybe because you were with her. All her little habits that grew on you, her impeccable daily routine that had become a source of stability in your life, even her lesser known quirks such as keeping a picture of her two cats at home framed on her desk and kissing the before going to her classes in the morning.

You admired all of it, and it wouldn't have been the same if it were someone else. You never felt like this with your previous room mates. They were just people who lived in their own solitary spaces. But with Ryujin, somehow you were involved in most housework together. You felt involved, and somewhere more loved than in your own home.

Your family wasn't bad, at least on the surface. They never compromised when it came to your education or your standard of living. But somewhere between those lines were impossible expectations they wouldn't hold themselves to either. And you got tired of them easily. They hid toxicity behind "criticism", where criticism only meant negatives beyond your control. Your last year of high school, particularly faced extreme criticism, and you felt your confidence dipping. You managed though. You're not entirely sure how you coped, but with support from school, you managed a scholarship, a meagre one but still enough to get away from your family.

You hadn't seen them in three years.

Ryujin, on the other hand, had a lovely family, and you were, at times jealous of how perfect she seemed; how perfect everything around her seemed.

She seemed to have every aspect of her life in order. Whether it be top of the class majoring in Business, or being captain of the girl's football team, or the fact that she could spare three hours to stay with her paint brushes and that they would come out having the entire beauty of the universe encompassed in them. She could manage being both a homebody, while still being popular in school, she could be assertive when she needed to be without actually disturbing the fragile ego of most in her class.

She surpassed every definition of balance mentioned in the dictionary. She was living it, breathing it. Stability.

You admired her, a lot, but you couldn't stop this ridiculously miniscule base of malevolence in your heart. And every day you were scared it would become worse.

Especially now, when all she wanted was to spend precious time with you, constantly putting effort into your friendship whereas you were held back by bitter thoughts. And you hated yourself for it.

You force back your envy, distracting yourself by browsing through the shelves of cutlery displayed. You notice the absence of Ryujin's presence, and slowly find yourself lost in this maze of a shop. Maybe it was better that she wasn't in this aisle now, or else you wouldn't be able to face her with the guilt of having thought of her so poorly.

You find yourself interested in the array of pretty pink melamine plates stacked in front of you, in the stainless steel spoons with animal handles, and little napkin holders shaped like boats. You pick up different pans, weighing how heavy each is, looking to keep your brain unnecessarily busy. If you spend a second more comparing yourself with Ryujin, you knew you wouldn't be able to think of anything else for the entire day, or week.

You remember what your therapist told you, all the comfort and validation that you needed pouring in through words. You open up your notes, all the affirmations typed out one by one. You repeat them in your mind, with a new goal in sight.

You wouldn't let your insecurity ruin another good relationship. Especially not with Ryujin.

She emerges after some time, holding in her hand, a grey device, and a grin painted on her face. "I think this is the one. It's a cool toaster cum oven sort of thing, and it's cheap," she winks at you.

How was she so decisive? you think again. It had only taken her fifteen minutes. If it were you, you'd have taken forty minutes more.

"I trust your decision," you reply, giving her a soft smile. You notice her eyebrows raise a little. "You sure?," she asks. "You usually don't agree this fast. You have this terrible habit of sitting on decisions for ages." she rambles on.

You take a moment to process this. You knew it was true, and she probably didn't mean malice, but it was not something you'd accept easily.

Ryujin never had to think twice about what she wanted. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she always got it. Whereas every decision you seemed to make bore consequences you didn't want. And often, the times you didn't heavily weight them out was when things backfired. The last time being with the microwave oven.

It was the only way you knew to trust yourself.

So it irks you greatly when Ryujin calls it a "terrible habit". Because for you, it was a habit that gave you security. Certainty wasn't achievable, but you'd try as fucking close as you could get, and Shin Ryujin won't tell you otherwise.

She'd never understand how imperfect you were. She'd never understand the little complexities that hold you back. For the most part, she had life easy. What would she ever understand?

You ignore her comment, instead picking up a ceramic mug from the shelf, thumbing on the floral patterns glazed onto it.

Ryujin barely senses your predicament, instead grabbing onto the mug placed besides the one you hold onto. "These are pretty, it's like a cute matching set. We should get them," she winks.

The rest of the day follows with more furniture in your cart, and mostly unnecessary plushies plaguing your living room. New pillows, potted plants, wardrobe organisers, a work desk and the biggest Djungelskog bear lying near the couch.

It dawns on you the next morning, after waking up to the chaos, that she was shifting out in two weeks.

On the first of October.

All of a sudden she was busy, very busy, and the two of you barely met, with bigger gaps in your schedule. Part of it was because of Ryujin arranging her main furniture in her new house, and part of it was because you were busy with academics, only that it was voluntary this time. It just so happened that you needed a few more credits to retain your scholarship, the only thing weighing your new found freedom. Along with that, you busied yourself so that you didn't have to face Ryujin later at night.

You were scared. Other than the obvious rent that you'd have to pay by yourself, you also avoided other parts of this change that bothered you. Which was spending time with her. You were scared you'd miss her a bit too much.

Sure, you were friends who were only half an hour away, but now that her colourful room started fading into a bleak white, the emptiness of it reminded you of why you hated autumn. The fall orange left you feeling lonely, and like the very leaves that craved pigmentation, you craved more life. Regardless of the minimal time you spent with her in the evenings, she slowly integrated herself into your life in the smaller ways.

Now they weigh too much in your life for you to be able to cope without it. You ended up distancing yourself from her, in a pathetic attempt to cope with the anticipation of absence. Maybe you just needed more friends, the thought crossing your mind a lot more these days. But you had plenty of them at uni, most of who you loved. But none of them were Ryujin.

None of them cared for you as much as she did. None of them taught you how to care for yourself like she did. None of them held you in their arms throughout the night, until you felt rested and loved. Nobody inspired you as much as Ryujin did.

Maybe Ryujin wasn't just a friend, something you were scared to consider in the past few weeks. It was a feeling completely new. Other than a failed situation-ship in high school, you never considered the possibility of a relationship, much less exploring your sexuality.

It was an intimidating prospect that you hadn't considered. Something that initiated urgency more than curiosity. Unlike the diverse spectrum that your feelings for Shin Ryujin belonged to, your thoughts focused on just one. She was important in more ways than platonic, and the distance that was to be would be extremely difficult to cope with. The distance that you had created seemed silly, but at the same time there was nothing you could think to resolve the conflict. You were going against this wall you'd built for yourself, and the facade of distance only grew day by day. So much so that at one point, Ryujin stopped approaching you first.

In a way, you deserved it. For someone who had been so unreceptive to her life as a coping method, this is the least you deserved for being a little jerk. Why would someone pursue any relationship, even platonic if you'd put yourself back into the mega cage you thought you'd escaped from. Something you'd escaped from only temporarily in her presence. Something you're going back to by the next week when she's gone.

You suffer multiple sleepless nights, the mid terms only a catalyst to your loneliness, when all you remember is Ryujin and her quirks.

You do accept another roommate later on, a mutual contact in your friend group, someone who was introduced to you by Ryujin herself. She'd dropped in a small text at 8 in the morning, on the way to class, you'd assumed. All it did was talk about how a common friend, Yeji needed a room to stay.

You accepted it of course, because you didn't have to foot the entire month's bill but also because you thought having someone else would curb your loneliness. And this loneliness was stupid. Ryujin wasn't the only thing you had in your entire life, and she should've been inconsequential, the same way the daylight hours gradually decreased. But it isn't too hard to notice once the sun's gone down.

The new roommate was like a transition from summer to winter, but unlike Ryujin , who helped ease the transition between the seasons, this one only reminded you that it would be cold. She wasn't a bad roommate, no she was perfect, did the laundry on Wednesdays, did the evening dishes at 6 and gave you lots of personal space. She was nice, but not like Ryujin.

You hated how you compared her to Ryujin, how you compared everything to her. "She isn't your entire world," you remind yourself. "Shin Ryujin was only temporary."

You'd decided that your feelings for her were only a means for you to be validated. That was all you'd craved from her, and that was all she'd given you- validation.

On October 15th, you feel relieved. Your mid terms were over with and you had a little bit of free time. Were you going to spend it wisely? Of course not.

You were going to sit in bed all day, scrolling through Youtube, a luxury you'd afford yourself rarely in the last month. You went home early, to a somewhat excitable Yeji. Another rare sight.

"What's up?" you ask her, noticing her vibrant demeanour.

"Nothing much, Ryujin's coming over today."

You're surprised to hear this, and a little disappointed that Ryujin never told you herself. Or maybe there was no reason to, it's not like you kept in touch with her.

"That's cool, are you guys ordering something? Or should I make food for you two?" you offer, realising the amount of free time you had.

"We'll just order pizza," she replies. She hesitates for sometime, as if she has something to say. "Y/n?" she calls out slowly.

"Hmm?" "...you're nothing like what Ryujin described you as."

You still in your spot.

"It's just that you're really kind you know. I thought you'd be more distant, and cold."

"Ryujin said that? About me?"

She nods her head.

Is that really how she saw you? Distant and cold? Sure you were closed off towards the end, but is that really who you were to her? After all the good memories? You weren't sure anymore, insecurity creeping inside you.

It hurt. Was it this easy for people to be unforgiving? But then again, you never apologised, so in a weird way what Yeji relayed sounded justified.

You offer her a stiff smile.

"I'll be in my room then, tell me if you need anything."

Dejected, you go back to your blank room, where even the orange of autumn feels comforting, something you hated previously. You stay inside the entire evening, occasional sounds of muffled laughter behind your walls being all that you focus on for the duration. Every time you heard her laugh loudly from behind the door, you wondered if she ever laughed like that in front of you. Did you ever make her feel happy? The same way she did to you?

You want to go out and say hi, but after what Yeji said, you stop yourself. She must hate you now, there was no other way.

It isn't later at night, after you're sure the laughter was no more, and only when the silence of the room becomes comforting, you step out to see a dim blue light in the darkness of the living room, Yeji working on the dining table. "Y/n, didn't come out to say hi to Ryujin?" she asks, with pity that sounds forced.

"Yeah, no I was just napping," you lie, "did anything fun happen?"

"Mhm, we were discussing Ryujin's blind date tomorrow with a senior from the engineering department. Apparently, he's handsome," she shrugs her shoulder.

"Ryujin likes boys?" you ask without realising.

"Hmm, I'm not sure actually."

A small part of you feels dejected as you get a glass of water, all while contemplating if you should have reached out.

"You like her don't you?" Yeji whispers, looking up from her laptop.

It's the second time you still in your spot. Yeji had brought up something you never thought was prominent.

"Your lights were on, I could tell from your slightly ajar door. You weren't sleeping were you?" she gives you a knowing smile.

"I'm not judging you- it's just that it's obvious that you miss her. It may or not may be romantic- but you do miss her don't you?". You don't know how to reply to her. You barely knew Yeji, but somehow she very accurately read your emotions.

As if she knows what you're thinking, she continues.

"You know, every time that I've tried bringing up Ryujin, you've always changed the conversation, instead isolating yourself in your room."

Looking back, it made sense. You didn't want to think about her anymore. Your meeting with Ryujin's was temporary and never mattered. It was almost crazy how dependent you were on her within just a few months.

" I realised that I don't know much about Ryujin, nor does she about me. Sure I know she loves mocha bread, she loves her big Ikea Djungelskog soft toy, that she's watched the perks of being a wallflower more times than she can count; but I don't think I could be truly vulnerable with her. I'm scared to be vulnerable with her."

Yeji sighs, almost disappointed. She went back to working, despite her twitching lips, like she had more to say.

That night, you reflect for longer. Why was it that you felt scared to lean on Ryujin? Technically you told her about troubles with academics, problems with some of your classmates- that is considered being vulnerable right? Then what was it that you wanted her to know, but you never wanted to admit? Was it your insecurities? Was it the thought she'd never understand it?

It was like your mind had accepted that you and Ryujin had come from two different worlds, and if you invited her into yours, she would run away, like your family. Despite you coming to terms with it, the distance with your family was a wound still fresh. And nothing would change, until you could put it behind you.

25th October, Yeji handed you an invite to one of her friend's Halloween parties.

After your confession, she'd been a little nicer; she was more active in initiating conversations, and you realised she was more extroverted than your first impression. Eventually, you did watch the Maze Runner with her again, and you appreciated how she gushed about Dylan O'Brien throughout it, dispelling any awkward moments.

"I designed this invitation by the way, cool isn't it?", she asks about the party invitation in your hand. It had black bat details engraved in a glossy reflective paper. "Please come, we've had a difficult week, one party won't hurt will it?" she states, the question more rhetorical.

You agree quietly, excitement bubbling in you.

Until it did hurt, a week later.

Barely five minutes after you enter the loud, congested apartment, with strangers in costumes, you felt a part of your heart drop. There was a tight feeling in your chest, something you were sure wasn't because of the new corset you wore. Because you felt comfortable seconds before you saw Ryujin with her hands wrapped around this guys neck, kissing him on the couch as if he were her entire life. At first, you weren't even sure it was her- her hair was shorter, dyed a platinum blonde. She wore a leather jacket and a white skater dress, dressed so differently than what you were used to seeing her in.

You weren't able to comprehend how good she looked in his arms, with all her attention focused on him, smiling. The same smile that you'd missed for a month. When she does look away from the vampire- you assumed was her boyfriend, her eyes scan the crowd and she almost looks bewildered. You were stood so motionless near the entrance from where you could see them, that even the crowd that pushed past you couldn't bring you to move. It was suffocating, and unconsciously you head for the exit, looking to get away.

But fate wouldn't be so kind would it? The universe wouldn't just let you be would it? "Are you leaving already y/n?" Yeji screams from across the room, which you were sure was audible to everyone. She finds her way to you, a smile on her face. "You just came in, why are you leaving? Cool outfit by the way."

"Thanks," you offer her a stiff smile, eyes going back to Ryujin, who because of Yeji, had finally found you.

Yeji, who just noticed the tension, holds your hand and pulls you towards Ryujin.

"Atleast say hi, y/n, it won't hurt."

Yeji's assurance of "it won't hurt" was what brought you here, it was indeed what hurt you. Her saying this now wasn't helping, and you scoff. It was almost like Yeji knew this was going to happen. It was like she knew how much it hurt you, and may even enjoy it.

"Why did you invite me Yeji? You knew about this didn't you? It hurts, I..I shouldn't have come." you spit out, trembling.

"Y/n, there's something you need to know."

"What? that she has a boyfriend?" you spat, annoyed by her deception.

Yeji sighs, holding onto your shoulders, somewhat urgent.

"No, it's something only Ryujin can tell you. Please, just talk to her. This once."

At this point, you couldn't trust anyone, neither Yeji, Ryujin, nor yourself. It was like you were at different crossroads- to run away, or to confront her again. She hadn't even done anything wrong, all she did was kiss a guy. She didn't owe you anything.

You choose to run away, until you notice Ryujin approaching you with her boyfriend. It's like she withheld any decision you make, with her forcing you into a circumstance you would not choose for yourself.

"Y/n?" she asks softly. Her otherwise comforting voice now made you uncomfortable, almost bringing you to tears by how much you missed it.

"It's been so long," she holds your hand gently.

Her hands felt colder than before, and before you could say anything, the tall, matching vampire spoke up.

"Hi y/n, I'm Jason, her boyfriend. I've heard a lot about you." he looks friendly, and he doesn't seem to hold any malice. But you still hated this guy.

"You have?" you ask saltily. "...good things I hope." you couldn't help but say drily, hands fiddling with the witch hat you'd worn.

"A moment please love," Ryujin signs to her boyfriend, who goes towards the bar with Yeji.

Ryujin takes your hand and drags you towards what you assume to be the bedroom, away from the crowd.

You enter the bedroom with her, with your head ringing because of the way she called him love. You remember how she'd called you love the day you'd tried baking, the day you'd fallen asleep in her arms. You thought the word "love" meant nothing, that it was an endearing term with no implications. But if that was the case- why did she address him as love?

Jealousy eventually overrode the confusion, and the hurt that stained you previously had multiplied. You couldn't feel more stressed, it was so much more than any calculus assignment you'd ever come across.

"Are you crying?" she eventually speaks, eyes concerned. You didn't even realise the visible tears falling down your cheek slowly, your mascara ruined in the reflection of the mirror behind her.

"What do you wanna talk about Ryujin?" you huff. "Y/n, do you need time to calm down? I don't think you're in the mood to talk."

"I'm fine. Just get to the point please." you say, barely concentrating on what was going on. She comes in to hug you, but you step back.

She looks upset by this, seemingly as confused as you. "I...I thought we were friends y/n," she whispers in the same tone she'd always used to comfort you. "We weren't this far apart were we? Why do you hate me?" she raises her voice in desperation.

This was an accusation you could not believe she had made, hate was too strong for what you felt for her.

"I don't hate you Ryujin." you speak, resigned. "Then why do you look so upset, why can't you even say hi?" she emphasises, her voice breaking in between.

"Because it hurts... I can't"

You fall against the bed post. Eyes finding the bear plushie you bought her. You slowly realise that this is her bedroom, and that you were in her new house- the apartment you'd never come to before. You were barely able to process all of this when she speaks up again.

"You can't what y/n? You can't accept the fact that you like me?" You look back at her, eyes widened, as though whatever little sanity you had remaining was destroyed like the branches of an autumn tree- fallen, and weak. It was almost humiliating.

"I don't like you Ryujin," you hide behind your words like a coward. "Don't lie to yourself y/n, is it that difficult to accept that you like me?"

You don't know where this was coming from. If she knew you liked her, couldn't she just let you down gently?

"What does it matter? You have a boyfriend. Even if I did like you; no even if I loved you, nothing would change." you say dejectedly. It must have been true, because there was silence that persisted for longer than you wished it would be.

"What if it did change? What if I said I liked you too? Would you believe me?" she asks quietly, reverting back to her calm persona as she takes a big breath. You scoff, noticing how different she had become in a month. The audacity she had to ask you if you believed her, right after making out with her boyfriend in front of everyone in the room disgusted you, something you don't think you'd ever be able to comprehend.

"Why would I believe you? I saw your boyfriend. Besides, if you did like me, you'd be honest with me. I think that's the least I'd expect from you, so don't play with my feelings; because unlike yours, I can say with conviction that mine are real."

You see her expression change, her eyes becoming teary.

She sits beside you, against the wooden footboard. "I can't be honest, because I'm scared. There's so many people watching me- so many people who my family knows. I barely had, or still have any privacy in my life. Do you know why my grandparents left me this apartment? Because they don't trust me." she pauses for a minute. Taking another deep breath, eyes now fixed on to the floor.

You don't know where she's going with this, but don't say anything because this may be the last time you'd get any closure.

"There was a girl I really liked in high school, but we could never be together, because my family refused to let me meet her. They pretend to be liberal in their thoughts- but they're as homophobic as they get. There's no way they'd understand. The only time I felt safe was in our dorm, because there was no one who would snitch on me, nobody who cared. It was utopia- where you were my solace, and I just basked in the temporary peace.

But when my grandparents asked about you, they'd worry I'd gotten too close to you, refusing to believe you could be just a friend. Two months after I shifted in to our dorm, they made preparations to isolate me in this house of theirs."

She couldn't continue, as tears you'd never seen from her before, collected as a tiny stream between the cracks of the tiles on the cold floor. You understood what she meant. In an evening's moment, you realised that she wasn't this perfect being that she always projected. Yes, she was amazing, but she had her own challenges, something you thought she'd never had. Unlike the two different worlds you thought you were in, your access into her world made you realise you were more similar than you could've imagine. All of a sudden you hated your past self for being so mean to her, for harbouring insecurities that in hindsight were not worth the pain.

"Jason, is my neighbourhood friend, and he's the one of the few people I can trust. He's pretending to be my boyfriend, so that if my family ever found out, they wouldn't doubt me." she explains, trying to resolve your distrust.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper, leaning your head against her shoulder, gently holding onto her hand."

The two of you sit their in silence, reflective, though relieved.

She gently kisses your forehead, arms wrapping around your waist.

"I missed you y/n. So much. But I'm also scared to go back to you, to our place. I don't know what we're going to do. I'm sorry too, for the situation I put you in. For the situation I've put both of us in."

You rub her arms gently,

"It's ok, we'll figure it out slowly. I'm sorry too . You were always there for me- and I, like the coward I am was scared of being attached to you, your generous love . I was also so insecure of how perfect you were- but now it's all so inconsequential."

To this Ryujin laughs, and she wipes her tears. "It's funny how both of our insecurities hurt us in the end. I promise, I wont' let it affect us in the future. I won't ever hurt you again y/n. I love you, so much."

"I love you too Ryujin."

You know that it's going to be a long road ahead of the two of you, but you'll be alright. You comb through her hair, leaning in to meet her lips. Her quivering lips are not soft as you expected, but slightly chapped, brushing against yours. She drags a cold finger down your spine, causing you to lose your breath. Her pulling you closer, slipping behind your corset, unzipping it. Your hands are tangled in her short locks, and you pull away in between to breathe.

With the kiss, and this new path, the autumn you hated so had come to an end. Autumn had become easier to think about, among the loneliness of the dry leaves and the warmth devoid in the air, you'd treasure the warmth that she provided. Shin Ryujin, unlike autumn wasn't temporary. Autumn will come and go, but Shin Ryujin would always stay, and you'd treasure her in every season. In the end, autumn didn't hate you as much you did, because despite everything, autumn gifted you Shin Ryujin.

Am I actually posting an autumn fic when its almost summer? Yes, yes I am. This is long overdue and idk why it took me this long to finish it ahhhh.

I appreciate any feedback, feel free to interact with this post!

Thanks for reading <3

-Macaroon

[yunjinpwr]

Actually, I like girls...

idol!ryujin x nonidol!oc

SYNOPSIS : Of all her life, Jinah thought she was straight, and she never questioned this part of her. One day, by accompanying her sister and her friends to a concert; she’ll meet Ryujin, a member of a group named ITZY, and she will then began to reflect about her sexuality.

CONTENTS : idol smau, idol x non idol, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers, just fun

WARNINGS : Suggestive jokes, heavy language, gay everywhere, toxic relationship, homophobia more will be added in the future

FEATURING : ITZY, Newjeans, Mark (NCT), Arin (Oh My Girl), Soobin (TXT) & Gaeul (IVE)

START : 15/02/2024

STATUTS : On going...

UPDATE : When i can :)

PROFILES : Gaeul's protector | MIDZY & a weeb | ITZY

- CHAPTERS

01. Wait what, wait

02. Yes, and?

03. ITZY propaganda

04. Girlfriend reveal

05. Unpopular opinion

06. She's so crazy

07. Disgusting

08. Jinah will be free

09. Going to see my girlfriend

10. I like them

11. It's a win

12. Look away

to be continued...

[newjeansgirlfriend]

tell me how to stop loving you

part of the series letters i’ll never send

shin ryujin x reader

angst

dear. ryujin,

i really wish i could stop loving you. maybe that would make all the pain go away. maybe then i wouldn’t mind the empty bed in the morning, when i wake up and you’re not there, and you come home with your shirt undone and a bruise on your neck and you swear it’s because you hit it with something but i can tell from the way you still have a slight lipstick smudge where you’ve been and i hate that i care and i hate that i stay and i hate that i still love you and i can’t stop. so please, i need to know how to stop loving you. for my sake.

from,

-yn.

[chvrrycola]

RYUJIN’S DREAM DATE

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none i think

currently listening to: stars over me by bol4

ryujin had been going on and on about how excited she was for this date all week. you had gotten a text from her on monday evening telling you that she had had the best idea and that you had to cancel any plans you might have for saturday. 

fortunately your day was already free, but that hadn’t stopped ryujin from reminding you to not let anything potentially spoil the day. she was looking over your shoulder whenever she spotted you working on something, asking how long it would take to reassure herself you most definitely would not allow it to creep over into your weekend.

you also made regular attempts to get more details out of her, but she completely froze up the second you started asking questions, giving away nothing more than the time of the train you were getting and the platform you had to meet her on. and that it was gonna be the best date of your life of course.

she hadn’t been able to come see you on friday evening like she usually would, presumably because she had had to shift around all the work she had, but her constant stream of texts reminding you when and where to meet her almost made you forget that she wasn’t in the room with you.

you arrived at the station almost half an hour early, not wanting there to be even the slightest chance that you would miss the train. it was maybe a little earlier than you had been going for, but you knew it wouldn’t be wasted when you saw ryujin, already there, checking her phone for the tickets she had sent you the confirmation for a week earlier.

she was so engrossed in the screen that you managed to walk up behind her without her realising at all. the second she saw you, though, her excited energy bubbled over, the fact that you had made the extra effort to get there on time not going unnoticed. she wrapped her arms around your neck and squealed into your shoulder, swaying your bodies side to side. 

you passed the time in a coffee shop, choosing the one nearest your gate so that you could be sure you weren’t going to miss the train. you were slightly surprised to see her so nervous, but you knew it was just because of how perfect she knew the day could be, and the guilt she’d feel if she felt like the one who caused it to go awry. 

you reached for her hand as you walked alongside the train, looking for your carriage, squeezing it as her gaze flicked frantically between the train and her phone. she smiled back at you, brow unfurrowing for a second before she went back to consulting the tickets. 

she seemed to loosen up the second you reached your seats, shepherding you down the carriage and insisting you took the window seat. you hadn’t realised the journey would be so long, and became increasingly intrigued as you checked the list of stations the train would be stopping at, trying to figure out which you might be getting off at and why. 

you spent the train journey chatting, resting your head on her shoulder as she excitedly gesticulated, more animated than you had ever seen her. you kept trying to get her to slip up and tell you where it was you were going, but she was absolutely set on keeping it a surprise until the very last second.

the mystery venue was apparently only a few minutes walk from the station, so you allowed her to guide you through the unfamiliar streets, almost tripping as she pulled you along behind her. 

you hadn’t thought it would be possible for her to get more excited, but you felt like you could feel the joy radiating off her more and more with every block. when you eventually reached the final corner she stopped, looking at you with a child’s delight in her eyes and kissing you on the cheek before telling you how excited she was to be here. 

you turned the corner, and were somewhat underwhelmed to see a large, grey, warehouse-like building standing alone in a car park. this was clearly what ryujin had been expecting though, as she released your hand and began sprinting to the front door, calling you after her. 

it was only once you were in the door and the retro music started filtering through from the main hall that you realised what you were doing, and you had to cover your mouth to prevent stunned laughter from tumbling out, wondering how long it had taken her to find a roller disco in seoul (or rather, about an hour outside of seoul).

she showed her booking to the woman behind the counter, who seemed wholly endeared by ryujin’s enthusiasm, much as you were as you slung your arm around her shoulder and wandered over to find some skates. 

she grinned at your gleefully, teasing about how you had been so desperate to know where you were going, and trying to get you to praise her for keeping it a surprise so well.

you weren’t that surprised though. there was something so her about the whole idea. the dancing stupidly to songs that were released years before you were born, colourful lights flashing above your head as you desperately tried to stay on your feet. it was perfect for her.

you wondered whether this was something ryujin might have been practising, though whether she had or not her dance skill would surely mean she’d be pretty good at this right?

or possibly not right. 

she had only taken about three steps, not yet on the actual dance floor, when she tumbled for the first time. she blushed as you reached one hand down to help her, while your other was grasping the railing as tightly as you could muster. 

you hauled her off the floor, suggesting she might also hold the railing, just to start with. she sheepishly reached out in front of you, teetering slightly as she edged her way towards the rink itself. 

she pushed away from the side one she was on the floor though, flailing her arms to keep her on her feet as she once again found herself totally without balance. the bizarre squat she had assumed to steady herself made you laugh out loud, and you pulled out your phone to take a photo of her, making sure you got her sour expression in the low light. 

her brazen attitude stuck though, and after almost following for the entire length of the first song, she suddenly seemed to tap into some innate roller skating ability, gliding along as you still toddled along the side.

her newfound expertise led her to try and coax you off the railing, holding both hands out in front of you so you still had something to hold on to. you stood facing each other for a moment, before ryujin realised she had no clue how to navigate backwards and let go of your right hand, turning round to guide you from your side. 

your cautious attitude left you much less bruised than you imagined ryujin would be, but you also warmed up to the movements pretty quickly, spending the majority of your time slot carelessly waltzing around the floor. 

‘not bad huh?’ she asked once you left, walking slowly towards the station as you scanned the shop fronts for somewhere you could eat. 

‘definitely not bad, some might even say good in fact.’

‘only good?’

‘perfect,’ you acknowledged, kissing her nose as she held one of the restaurant’s doors open, ‘maybe even the best ever.’

‘the best so far,’ she corrected, ‘there’s a lot more where that came from.’

[jihyology]

THE SYMPHONY OF HELL | shin ryujin.

— WARNINGS; greek mythology au, lazy writing towards the end bc I didn’t know what to put.

“deep in her hollow bones, the pleas of serenity blended with the devils bargain.

the angel on her shoulder was now tainted with immorality. she had stained it with the blood of a sinner; and the crimson replaced the pristinely white purity in an act of great foolishness, and petty intrusion.

a childish urge had bristled thorns into her heart, coaxing a pain that had gone numb with the neglect of feel.

she used her head now, hearts were fickle and thin; an Achilles heel common among every person.

she didn’t want to be Achilles. She wanted to be Medusa.

she wanted a stony gaze that anchored the burliest of men, and the smartest of goddesses. she wanted to settle into the grass, as silent as a cemetery, and sink her fangs into the neck of opportunity.

so, her mouth had now began hissing and spitting with the venomous teeth of a snake; her voice projecting a sweet and unsuspecting poison, that fizzed and burnt on the tongue.

her presence had shifted, from a blinding reflection of sun on the sea, to a shadow among unlit, unexplored, caves.

she’d live in the dark, watching, waiting, ready to pounce.

a chiselled stone piece, blended with the world she had wished to destroy; until it came time for her reckoning to begin.”

the book slammed to a close, pages flickering into a pile, as the hardback cover thudded neatly with the worn, coffee-coloured paper. the eyes of your professor gleamed with excitement, his lips drawn into a thin smile.

“that, my friends, was the story of Shin Ryujin. any hands to be raised for questions?” he spoke gruffly, the leather bound book clasped protectively in his grip still; despite the delicacy of his hold, it was evident that his fingers would tighten periodically. it seemed to be important to the man, not that you really cared.

your eyes slightly rolled, ears turning the inquiries of your classmates into white noise. a few people blabbed on to the man, waiting patiently as he hastily popped their bubbles of question. despite a hollow mind of thoughts, time seemed to be speeding past magically.

“y/n~”

you frowned, sneaking a glance toward the wildly gesturing professor. his body was positioned away from you, chatting animatedly with a girl whom you barely recalled the name of. with a small sigh, and a glance around the room, you soon shrugged off the whisper.

“y/n.” the fuzzed voice called again, a sweet whisper hung below your ear. Your skin felt warm, and thudded by heat every few seconds. your head snapped up hesitantly.

your eyebrows drew together, and your eyes slightly faltered as they darted around. Not a peep sounded, no whispers at the back of the class, no birds chirping their sweet lulls. not a sound.

the people surrounding you seemed frozen, hardened with concrete and glazed with sealant. not a muscle spasmed, not an eyelash fluttered.

“oh little duckling, why do you ignore me?” your body jolted, a jagged breath streaming from your lips.

from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of tanned skin blooming from seemingly thin air.

“don’t be shy, my love, turn your head to look at me.” the voice spoke, clearer than it had been moments ago. it was sweet sounding, as if the letters falling from its lips were coated in honeycomb.

you heard a string of tuts, and a warm hand quickly cupped your chin.

a smile grew on your face, and you let the warmth guide your chin gently. it cupped your chin with great delicacy, like a butterflies wing feathering along your skin.

“you know I’m busy,” you hummed, fluttering your gaze to her with amusement blooming at the corner of your lips. studying the woman before you, your fingers raise to weave into her hair.

“yeah~” she drawled, melting into your touch. she huffed slightly, licking her frowning lips.

“yeah?” you teased, fiddling with the strands of her hair. her eyes rolled weakly, a transparent veil of faux annoyance within her motion.

“I missed you, I can’t wait anymore.” she whined, childishly flailing her limbs in a fast flurry. an eyebrow raised at the woman, and you looked to the clock on the wall.

“five minutes left, Ryu. five minutes, and I’d be back home to, well, probably cling to you the rest of the day, if I’m honest.” you slightly chuckled at your girlfriend, reminding her subtly of the instantaneous transportation home.

home was the underworld, by the way, as Ryujin had been named the goddess of the kingdom a few years after the setting of the story your professor had told. but that’s a story for another time, and it very much links to how you met her.

“fine. but I’m speeding up time. see you in a second, flower.” she relented, clicking her fingers together audibly, and letting the hands of the clock speedily move time forward. she surged forward for a quick kiss, and vanished as quickly as she appeared.

you fell back into your chair with a chuckle, and soon enough, the scraping of metal yanked you from your blank stare, pulling it instead to the clock hung against the cream wall. the hands had began moving normally again, clucking systematically. your gaze flickered around the room, noting the movement with amused eyes.

“ah, class dismissed.”

[fantastic-bby]

Love is a Waiting Game (Teaser)

Pairing: Ryujin x Changbin, OC x Changbin

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Slice of Life | Crack-ish | College AU

Seo Changbin has a bit of an odd life. He finds himself waiting quite a lot. Especially when he’s faced with Shin Ryujin, a shy woman with a love for bomber jackets and her eccentric group of friends who always seem to find a way to put her in strange situations.  But Changbin finds himself realising that there’s nothing that makes him wait more than love when he tries to get closer to Ryujin, who’s still struggling to find herself but also can’t seem to resist his advances.

Publish date of full fic: 5th August

Full fic details

Word count: 37k

Genre: Romance | Fluff | Angst | Slice of Life | Bittersweet | College AU

Tags + Warnings: Mentions of blood | Mentions of corpses | Past gang involvement | Violence | Marijuana usage | Alcohol usage | Themes of sexuality/asexuality | A bit of insecurity surrounding the topic of that

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“You guys want to get started on another one?” Jisung suggests, lollipop stuck in between his lips as he sits on the swivel chair sideways, legs dangling off of the armrest of one of them and his head hanging off of the other. His nonchalance seems to rub off on his friends from how calm and chill Jisung can get; the first example being how he’s currently sitting on the chair while he chews on a lollipop. 

Yes. 

Chews.

“Eh, what’s the harm in that?” Raisha shrugs from the couch with her bass in her lap. She’s been playing it to herself the past few hours while the guys busy themselves with lyrics and the actual mastering of the music. Well, it’s actually just Chan that’s mastering the track while Changbin writes lyrics. Jisung is lazing away in his chair and throwing suggestions left and right or picking up his guitar to play anything that he thinks fits the vibe of the track. 

“Let’s actually get the lyrics done on this one before we move on to another song,” Chan chuckles. 

“Changbin, how far into the lyrics are you?” Jisung asks as he allows his chair to turn to face him. 

“Not that far,” he sighs. “I don’t know what else to write. Nothing’s coming to mind when I listen to this track.” 

“Then write about that,” he shrugs. 

A moment passes before the both of them suddenly shoot upright and stare at each other with bright eyes. 

“An idea!” they yell at the same time.

“You’re a genius!” Changbin laughs excitedly as he starts scribbling down lyrics onto the page. Jisung grabs his own notebook as well, finally sitting in his chair properly, and writes down his own lyrics. Chan seems to have his own spark of inspiration from seeing the two of them while Raisha watches in amusement. 

“You guys really just bounce off of each other huh?” she chuckles. She only laughs more when they seem so immersed in writing lyrics that they don’t seem to have heard her and she returns her attention back to their bass to allow them the space to spew their creativity onto their notebooks. 

Another half an hour passes and Jisung’s the first to shoot from his chair with his notebook, “I’m done!” 

“You are actually sent by God,” Chan chuckles in disbelief as Jisung places the notebook on the table in front of him and he lets his eyes skim over it. “Run into the recording booth and let’s get it onto the track.” 

“Yes sir!” 

Changbin watches with a fake grimace on his face at how quickly Jisung has finished writing the lyrics, but it slowly fades into an, almost, proud smile. He isn’t entirely surprised since Jisung’s proven to be extremely fast when it comes to writing lyrics and he proved it the first time when Raisha dared him to fit a whole chocolate muffin the size of his fist into his mouth. Right after Jisung swallowed it, he wrote two verses and a new guitar riff in the span of half an hour. 

He glances at Raisha who watches Jisung with a small smile on her face as Chan starts the recording and he starts rapping. 

“He’s actually pretty damn good,” Raisha chuckles. 

“He’s fucking amazing,” Changbin corrects her with a laugh. He leans back on his arms and watches the way the lyrics flow out of Jisung’s mouth so effortlessly, the sound flooding through the studio monitors on Chan’s desk. 

“That’s perfect, Sung, thank you,” Chan praises when he pauses the track. “Get out here and give it a listen.” Jisung bounces in his spot for a moment before rushing out of the room. 

But right before Chan starts the track, there’s a knock on the door that has all of them turning their heads. 

“I’ll get it. You guys just keep working,” Changbin says and stands up off of the floor. 

After Jisung’s sudden appearance, the idea of someone knocking on the door of the music room in the middle of the night stopped being so surprising. 

Changbin opens the door and his eyes almost pop out of his skull when he’s faced with a woman who can’t be any older than Jisung. Her hair’s dyed dark blue and cut right above her shoulders as she looks at him with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her black bomber jacket. 

Holy shit, she’s gorgeous. 

“Is Raisha Lo here? One of my friends said that she’s usually in the music room at this hour.”

“It’s three a.m., but yeah,” he nods. “She’s in the recording room—c-come on in.”  Changbin closes the door when she walks past him and he feels like he’s going to pass out when she smiles at him. Music floods through the corridor of the room as he brings her down and into the recording room. “Raisha,” he calls once Chan pauses the track and Jisung lets out a bashful giggle at another praise from him.  

Raisha turns at the call of her name and she makes eye contact with the woman, eyes widening as she puts her bass down. 

“Oh god, I completely forgot you were coming,” she blurts out. “Sorry, Ryujin.” 

“It’s fine. I was actually considering cancelling because I was just at a party with one of my friends,” she claims politely, standing straight with her hands clasped in front of herself. 

Chan and Jisung turn around to see who’s entered the room and they wave back at Ryujin when she waves smally at them. 

“These are my friends; Chan, Changbin, and Jisung. We basically camp here every night, so you might just start camping here, too,” Raisha explains, laughing slightly when Ryujin smiles. 

Changbin feels his heart starting to flutter in his chest when she sees the way her eyes crinkle at the corner and her cheeks lift in a way where it looks like she has whiskers.

Oh my god, she’s so cute. 

He thinks his chest is going to fucking explode the longer he watches her. The back of her black bomber jacket has a red dragon printed along the width of it; starting at the sleeve of her left shoulder all the way to the right. 

“Who’s this?” Jisung asks, his hand raising to point directly at her. 

Which only earns a smack from Chan and a grumble about him being rude. 

“This:” Raisha starts as she stands beside Ryujin, “is Shin Ryujin. She’s a first year and she’s taking one of the courses from the media school. I’m her music mentor.” 

“Where’d you two meet? I didn’t realise we were doing mentors,” Chan claims as he looks between the two.

“Raisha’s friends with one of my seniors. He said that if I wanted a music mentor then to come to one of you guys and I figured she was the least intimidating out of all of you,” Ryujin shyly explains, voice soft in comparison to how loud her outfit is. 

“Well, you came to the right place,” he smiles. “We’re actually in the middle of recording something for a song of ours. So, you can take over the jamming room if you want some privacy or you can choose a spot here and just hang out with us.” 

She turns to Raisha with a questioning look but the bassist smiles and pats her back gently. 

“What if we just spend tonight watching these guys work?” 

“I’m alright with anything,” Ryujin claims.

“You wanna hear what we’re working on?” Jisung asks as he moves away from Chan for a moment. When she nods, he smacks Chan’s shoulder with the back of his hand. 

“You ask me nicely or I’m going to throw you through the window, Ji,” he grumbles. 

“Be nice,” Raisha snaps. He looks at her for a moment before pouting and turning back to the computer, grumbling something under his breath while trying to ignore Jisung’s smug smirk as Chan presses play on the track. “Come,” she quietly urges and pulls Ryujin to the couch where they both sit. 

Changbin returns to his spot on the floor where he picks up his lyric book and runs through what he has now, bobbing his head along with the music as he mutters the words to himself as the music plays. 

The music pauses after a moment and Changbin loses himself in his own bubble as he runs through the lyrics in his head, almost forgetting that Ryujin is now there, watching as Chan and Jisung start discussing what else to do with the track. 

Ryujin’s attention shifts to Changbin and she watches the way he mutters the lyrics as though he’s reciting something. Raisha’s arm nudges hers slightly, “talk to him.” She turns to the older woman with wide eyes, but she only nods and smiles. “He looks scary, but he’s really just a softie on the inside.”

“He’s on the rugby team,” Ryujin whispers, intimidated even by the mere idea of approaching him. 

“Yeah, because he likes rugby,” Raisha chuckles softly. “I promise, once you get to know him, he’s not as big and scary as he seems. Just give it a shot.”

Ryujin stares at her for a moment longer and takes a deep breath before nodding. She’s not sure what she’s supposed to be doing here anyway—Ryujin’s just here because she thought Raisha was sweet the first time they met and she wanted to get to know her more. Also, she’s genuinely interested in what she has to offer in terms of music, so she thought she’d give Raisha a chance. 

Changbin doesn’t even notice when Ryujin slides off of the couch to sit beside him, her hand hovering over his shoulder before she pulls it away and leans closer instead. 

“What are you working on?” Her voice practically pops Changbin’s bubble and he almost short-circuits when he realises that Ryujin’s talking to him. 

“O-Oh, just some lyrics,” he says while clearing his throat. “We’re trying something… about having a major creative block… because we all had a creative block. But if you give Jisung any topic, he’ll come up with lyrics or a melody right after he eats something sweet; it’s a thing for him.”

“Ah,” she hums.

“Do you… want to see what I have so far?” Changbin offers as he lifts his notebook slightly. Ryujin’s eyes lighten a bit and it sends his heart through the roof. 

“Sure,” Ryujin nods and leans slightly closer to read his notebook. Raisha purses her lips together when she smiles, standing from the couch to approach Chan and Jisung once she’s certain that Changbin and Ryujin are too preoccupied to notice. 

“Look,” she whispers, leaning down to Chan’s ear so that both of them can hear her. All three of them turn around to see the way Changbin’s bubble seems to have formed once again, only this time, Ryujin is in it as well. 

“Woah,” Chan chuckles, leaning back in slight disbelief. “She’s burst his bubble.”

“No, no,” Jisung shakes his head. “I think she’s in his bubble.”

“They’re kinda cute together, don’t you think?” Raisha points out. 

“Their styles look like they were made for each other.”

“And she reminds me of when Changbin first showed up here.” 

Raisha smiles at the way Ryujin laughs at something that Changbin says softly, his eyes practically turning into hearts when he sees the way she reacts. 

“He is so going to fall in love with her.”

[atzhrts]

5 from the comfort prompts with ITZY's ryujin please ? ty in advance ! :D

includes: social anxiety, self doubt, mentions about feeling uncomfortable with oneself

suddenly all eyes seemed to be on you, everybody seemed to judge you and you started to feel uncomfortable in the outfit you loved only minutes ago. clinging to ryujin the whole night, begging her to not leave you alone for even a few minutes because you were nothing like her. you could not just stay with other people and become friends with them or even talk to them.

you thought about every single one of your actions, from the way you stood to the way you drank. those thoughts followed you around till you came home, sitting next to your girlfriend on the couch. her fingers gently touched your cheeks, brushing the tears away.

you thought about every single one of your actions, from the way you stood to the way you drank. those thoughts followed you around till you came home, sitting next to your girlfriend on the couch. her fingers gently touched your cheeks, brushing the tears away.

„i give great hugs“ she whispered making you chuckle lightly.

„i know“ you smiled at her before cuddling into her, head buried in the crook of her neck inhaling her sweet scent. ryujins hand brushed over your back soothingly as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear. turning her head ever so slightly to press a kiss against your temple.

„you‘re so strong my beautiful baby and i‘m so proud of you“

[oraclekleo]

Shin Ryu Jin (ITZY) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Tarot of the Divine

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Full Name: Shin Ryu Jin

Stage Name: Ryujin

Group: ITZY

Shin Ryu Jin

(Ryujin - ITZY)

Deck: Tarot of the Divine

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - Ace of Swords

Ryujin’s perfect match is likely someone with an athletic figure, lean and elegant like a sword. They might even be ascetic and they surely focus on their work with their whole mind so they might forget to change clothes or shave from time to time because such mundane things can’t bother them when there’s a conundrum to be solved. Their eyes are likely sharp and can see easily through disguise and lies which doesn’t have to bothe Ryujin as she’s honest and direct with them.

Heart - Queen of Coins

Ryujin’s special person is rather nurturing at heart. They will always be there when she needs, they will support her, cook for her or give her advice. They might sometimes try babying her. The person is mature and doesn’t make scenes or fight over pesky things.

Spirit - 5 of Coins

Ryujin’s ideal partner might sometimes appear a bit distant. There’s a lot they prefer to keep for themselves and if pushed too hard into sharing, they might withdraw into isolation. They need their time to trust people as they have seen the dark sides of people way too many times before.

Soul - Queen of Wands

Deep down in their soul, Ryujin’s perfect match is someone sparky, passionate and witty. They’re smart and curious about things and will go into any adventure with Ryujin. When the mood takes them, they love to chit chat about everything and nothing and have a good laugh.

Time - 5 of Cups

Ryujin and her significant other are likely to meet through hardship. They might need to cooperate and become friends at first and the romance will blossom later on.

Place - XX Judgement

In this case we don’t ask if but only when because there’s no doubt that Ryujin and her ideal partner will want to share one home. They feel like they were meant to be together and their home will become a perfect oasis for both of them, combining their tastes neatly and into fabulous results.

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[multifandomania]

Echoes of Love by Missus_Athena (multifandomania06)

✓ Part 2/4 of Star-crossed Lovers [SERIES]

✓ Haechan x Ryujin

[rkivefr]

𓈒‧ ⭒ 𝒞𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝒜𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝒮𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝑀𝗒 𝐻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 ⊹ ֗ ♡ ͏ ͏

[ryuluvr]

needy. (wlw, smut)

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

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

word count: 1000

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

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

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

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

“i’m good, sorry!”

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

“no- nothing like that, dont worry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yunjinpwr]

Actually, I like girls... | Yes, and?

Note : hi ! i'm back ! I forgot i had this....

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[venuszn]

☆ : To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before

# — Coming Soon . . .

Summary / Four letters. Four girls. One heart to give . . . A story of love and of loss.

Tag list /@princhii , @lil-elliesgf , @wiselight , @nimxie , @badaspookie , @bluebada , @aixicl [Open]

[ratedfleur]

nsfw x links | itzy’s ryujin edition.

[link] her sending you photos of her pussy after rubbing herself at the thought of you.

[link] you having her in your arms.

[link] ryujin as a horny drunk results in her pleasing herself whilst you sat across from her.

[link] ryujin getting tag teamed by her fanboys who she always takes to luxury hotels just so they can fuck her.

[link] ryujin letting you fuck her in the living room when the girls aren’t home but sometimes she hopes the girls would walk into her getting fucked.

[link] ryujin making you fuck her thighs because she’s exhausted from dance practice

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