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Beautiful Relationship
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With her nestled against the edge of the tub, I reached for the book I had left on the counter, opening it to where we had left off. It was an old copy of "Anna Karenina," the pages slightly yellowed, the spine well-worn from countless readings.
Ryujin sighed contentedly as I began to read aloud, my voice low, resonating in the quiet intimacy of the bathroom.
“‘All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow,’” I read, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my lap. The words seemed to echo in the room, intertwining with the stillness around us. “‘In seeking happiness for others, we find it in ourselves.’”
Ryujin tilted her head back slightly, her eyes closed, her body fully relaxed against mine. “I love hearing you read,” she whispered
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The foggy weather clung to my skin like a second layer, a damp embrace that blurred the edges of the world around me as I stepped out of the condo. Each step felt light, almost floating, buoyed by the strange clarity that had settled over me. The condo itself—where I had just experienced something raw, something deeper than anything I’d known—felt miles away already, even though Ryujin's presence was still etched into my senses. Her face buried in a book, she had waved lazily from the large leather couch as I left, a gentle smile on her lips, a silent reassurance that lingered in the back of my mind.
The streets outside were nearly empty, a ghostly contrast to the usual bustling of Seoul. It was the kind of solitude I had long craved, the quiet that comes after the rain when the air smells of wet earth and fresh grass, mingling with the faint, distant scent of exhaust and city life. The kind of quiet where thoughts can breathe, where the world's noise feels muted, and the only sound is the gentle patter of raindrops on pavement. I inhaled deeply, feeling a strange contentment in the cool, misty air—a sensation that was somehow both calming and electric.
Enough of the background setting drivel. My mind snapped back to the task at hand as I drove toward Samsen HQ, the cityscape slipping by in a blur of gray and silver. The receptionists at the front desk were visibly surprised at my unexpected arrival. I saw them exchange glances, a flicker of confusion passing over their faces before they snapped back into their polished smiles. I had been absent from the office for a few days—unusual for me, and certainly enough to stir the quiet currents of office politics that always buzzed beneath the surface. There was always a game being played here, even if you sat at the top.
The days of absence had been deliberate, of course, a move calculated to keep the lesser sharks on their toes, to stoke the fires of intrigue among those who thought they could outmaneuver me. Let them wonder, let them speculate—it kept them busy and distracted. To be honest, the supposed mind games were more of an ego trip than any real threat. These pretenders held barely any power to undermine me. They were nuisances at best, and any one of them could be removed with a single call. The irony was almost amusing. I had the president’s number on speed dial, and yet these people acted as if they could orchestrate my downfall with hushed whispers in the hallways.
“Viva la Seoul!” I muttered to myself, a half-smile playing on my lips as I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of corporate life. The place had always fascinated me, with its paradoxes and its hypocrisies, its cutthroat maneuvering, and its strange, almost poetic absurdities. The Nietzschean interns who would debase themselves for a fraction of my hourly wage, desperate for approval or advancement. The older managers, balding and paunchy, somehow managing to crawl up the ladder faster than those who had dedicated themselves to optimal efficiency and health.
Was I evil for thriving in this environment? Was there something fundamentally wrong with finding beauty in these contradictions, in relishing the dance of corporate warfare? The thought amused me more than it should have. Maybe it was the fact that my entire existence was built around these principles, these axioms of survival. Maybe that was why I found it so hard to believe that anyone else could see the world any differently.
But then there was Ryujin, the outlier, the anomaly that challenged everything I thought I knew. She was proof that there was another way, that life didn’t have to be a series of calculated moves, that it could be something more—a mix of spontaneity and sincerity, without pretense or strategy. She was the exception to the rule, enough to make me question the very foundations of my beliefs, to make me wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a different way to play the game.
The danger she posed was undeniable—she could unravel me, expose me to vulnerabilities I hadn’t known existed. And yet, the benefits she offered were so much more profound, so much more intrinsic. With her, everything seemed more vivid, more real. The same conversations I’d grown to hate with others—talks of relationships, the future—felt fresh and exciting with her, filled with possibility and promise.
I was so lost in thought that I almost missed the knock at my door, the sharp rap that pulled me back into the present. My new secretary entered without waiting for a response, a young woman with bright eyes and a sharp tongue, one of the few I hadn’t hired for her looks or her connections but for her brains and her grit. She had been foisted on me by my so-called equals, who thought I needed someone to keep me in check. They didn’t realize that I’d turned her into an asset, someone who could see through the corporate fog almost as well as I could.
“Sir!” she burst out, a hint of panic in her voice. “A rival competitor has just published an article about your recent absence. And they’ve announced a new home appliance chain aimed directly at Samsen’s market.”
I felt a slow smile creep across my face. “Good,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Let them make their moves.”
It was showtime. The familiar thrill of the game flooded through me, sharpening my senses, focusing my mind. The room seemed to hum with a new energy, the fog outside thickening as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
I liked the unpredictability, the dance of strategy and counter-strategy. I could already imagine the maneuvers that would follow, the ripple effects of this new announcement, the way I would turn this challenge into an opportunity. In the end, it was all just another move on the board, another chance to prove that I was still the master of this game.
But even as I prepared to dive back into the fray, my thoughts drifted back to Ryujin. Her face, her smile, the way she made everything seem a little less bleak, a little less calculated. She was the only unknown variable, the one piece of the puzzle that didn’t quite fit. And maybe that was why I couldn’t stop thinking about her, even now, with the scent of competition in the air and the thrill of the fight ahead.
“Alright,” I said, snapping back to the moment, my voice calm but firm. “Let’s see what they’ve got.”
The secretary nodded, turning to leave, but not before casting a quick, curious glance over her shoulder. I didn’t mind. Let them wonder. Let them speculate. They had no idea what was coming next. Neither did I, but for once, that uncertainty felt like an advantage.
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After a whole day’s worth of intrigue, the outside felt damper than before with the slight tint of the night on the sky. The executive cars quickly pulling away to their respective areas after Samsen closed in a new historic high on the stock market. Greene’s power laws were accurate, accurate in their vagueness, in what constitutes as a power play, a masterful case of deception, and it just so happens that I have internalized it.
Crooked? Maybe.
The drive back home felt even fresher, unburdened by the rush of being down on the market, and burdened by the smell fresh of the damp grass, the damp streets with my windows all the way down. Pedestrians drew their phones, seeking to record the person that seemingly sways the national politics wherever he went.
I promise you this is not an ego play, I really do control the national politics, but the magnitude of power also brings about the same magnitude of the potential to fail. But I’m used to that, my years of training, being down millions, multiple millions have utterly destroyed whatever the fuck part of brain controls my ability to discern risk. People don’t know how leveraged I am on the stocks, how leveraged to the fucking tits I am, my entire multi-billion fortune rests on the slight percent nudges of the hour, the minute, the second.
That’s what drives me, performance adapts to what you expect and prepare for. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for the public, The government is readily available to bail me out in the billions.
Finally, I pull into the parking lot. I anticipate what I might see when I enter the condo, excited for the possibilities and excited for whatever the singular possibility might be. Will I see my hot girlfriend splayed onto the armchair, with only a tight-knit sweater dress on?
The smell of vanilla wafted in the air as I approached the condo. As I approached, I was about to input the code into the door but it just opened with the touch of my fingers. And I saw Ryujin standing there, in a tasteful pajama set with loafers waiting at the door.
“Did you really read books all day?” I asked.
“Sometimes these days are warranted.” And hugged me below my shoulders, it’s always a spectacle to feel how small a kpop idol truly is, not that I have experience with them, it’s just that Ryujin feels small. I held her waist as I slowly entered, as she slowly moved backwards.
“Did you eat?” She asked, stepping away so that I could take off my shoes.
“No, I just wanted to be home early.”
“Aww, you must be tired,” Ryujin said softly, stepping back to give me space as I entered. She glanced at the table, where dinner was already laid out, a quiet gesture that spoke volumes about her care.
I looked at the meal, then back at her, a small nod of acknowledgment passing between us. “You didn’t have to wait,” I said, my voice steady, though the hint of gratitude was unmistakable.
She shrugged slightly, her hands finding their way into her pockets, a gesture of both nonchalance and shyness. “I wanted to. Besides, I wasn’t really hungry until you got here.”
I raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Convenient.”
Ryujin met my gaze briefly, then looked away, a subtle flush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, well… I figured you’d be starving after today.”
I walked over to the table, pulling out a chair for her. “Sit,” I said, more as a gentle command than a request. She hesitated for a split second before complying, her movements almost tentative as she took the seat.
I settled into the chair across from her, the space between us charged with an energy that was still new, still unfolding. There was a comfort in the silence that hung in the air, a kind of unspoken understanding that neither of us felt the need to fill with words.
“Did you make this?” I asked, gesturing to the food, though the answer was already clear.
“Yeah,” she replied, her voice soft. “I hope it’s okay.”
I nodded, picking up my chopsticks. “It’s more than okay.”
We started eating, the clinking of chopsticks against bowls the only sound for a while. I could feel Ryujin’s eyes on me from time to time, as if she was trying to gauge something, but she didn’t say anything. I let the quiet stretch on, content to let the moment linger.
Eventually, she broke the silence, her voice low, almost as if she wasn’t sure whether to speak. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”
I didn’t look up right away, taking a moment to finish my bite before responding. “Yeah?”
She shifted in her seat, her fingers fidgeting slightly with her chopsticks. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
I placed my chopsticks down, meeting her gaze with a steadiness that I hoped would reassure her. “You’re not. We’re figuring it out.”
Her lips curved into a small, uncertain smile, and she nodded. “I guess I just… I want to be what you need.”
I leaned back in my chair, studying her for a moment before replying. “You already are. But this isn’t just about what I need.”
Ryujin’s eyes flickered with something—relief, maybe?—but she didn’t say anything, just nodded again, as if she was absorbing my words.
Our dinner ended in satisfaction, and plates were washed under our melodic humming. And the area of our participation changed, onto the couch.
The room was dim, the glow from the TV casting shifting patterns of light and shadow around us. "Twin Peaks" flickered on the screen, the eerie opening score filling the quiet. Ryujin leaned into me, her body fitting neatly against my side, one arm draped over my stomach.
I tightened my hold around her, my hand resting firmly on her waist. She sighed softly, a small, content sound, her eyes fixed on the screen but her body melting further into mine.
“You like this show?” she asked quietly, almost as if testing the waters.
“I do,” I replied, my thumb rubbing gentle circles on her hip. “It’s got that strange charm”
She chuckled under her breath, a sound that sent a warm hum through me. “Kind of like you, then.”
I smirked. “Maybe. But you don’t seem to mind.”
She shook her head, nestling closer, her hand moving slightly against my shirt. “No… I don’t.”
I could feel her pulse, a steady beat beneath my palm, her head resting on my shoulder, her breaths syncing with mine. She was so quiet, so small in these moments, her usual boldness softened by the closeness between us.
Without a word, I shifted, pulling her fully into my lap. She let out a surprised breath, looking up at me with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” she asked, though there was no real protest in her tone.
“Getting comfortable,” I replied simply, guiding her so her legs draped over mine. “Is that a problem?”
She shook her head, a slight blush creeping up her neck. “No… it’s fine.”
We settled again, her hands resting lightly on my chest, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them. I covered them with mine, holding her in place. Her cheeks flushed deeper, and I could feel the way her heartbeat quickened just slightly under my touch.
We watched in silence for a while, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. Ryujin shifted now and then, as if finding new ways to fold herself into me, her body instinctively seeking more contact.
The sound of Agent Cooper’s voice drifted through the room, but I was more aware of her—the soft rise and fall of her breathing, the way her fingers occasionally twitched against my shirt, as if she wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure how.
“Do you think they’ll solve the mystery?” she asked at last, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I think it’s less about the mystery,” I said, my tone low, “and more about how it pulls everyone together… or apart.”
Ryujin nodded slowly, her eyes still on mine, her thumb brushing over my hand. “Kind of like us,” she murmured, almost absently.
I chuckled softly, leaning down until our foreheads almost touched. “Are you saying I’m a mystery?”
She bit her lip, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe… but one I don’t mind trying to solve.”
I smiled, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “Good. I like keeping you guessing.”
She laughed, the sound soft and genuine, and then snuggled deeper into my hold, her head resting just under my chin. Her fingers found mine, and she gave a light squeeze, her body relaxing completely against me.
And there, in the flickering light of the TV, we stayed close, without the need for any more words.
A dim warmth spread through my body, a quiet satisfaction as Ryujin nestled into me, her legs folded beneath her. Her soft breaths were steady, rhythmic, her chest rising and falling in a comforting cadence. The episode of "Twin Peaks" ended, but our embrace didn’t. The TV hummed faintly, the credits rolling into a quiet, glowing blue, and yet neither of us moved, content to linger in this stillness.
Her fingers traced over my hands, studying them in the dim light, her thumb brushing against the calluses. “How did your hands get so rough? Did you fight every day or something?” she asked, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
“After training, yeah,” I replied, a small smile forming as I remembered. “I used to be part of an underground fight ring. It was fucking crazy… I still don’t know why I joined. It was full of middle-aged losers, and we’d just beat each other up, badly, almost every day.”
Ryujin's laughter bubbled up, a sound both amused and surprised. “What the hell? Seriously? Was the owner some big 'Fight Club' fan or something?”
“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “But there was this weird nostalgic element to it… getting stitches almost on a daily basis, feeling like I was constantly on the edge.”
Her laughter faded into a more thoughtful expression, her brow furrowing slightly as she massaged my hands, now resting on her lap. She slowly turned on my lap, shifting until she was facing me, her gaze searching my face with a mix of amusement and concern. “Gosh. What would you do without me? Look at these scars, and how rough your hands are! How did your face not get nicked?”
I smirked. “Oh, it got nicked. Plenty of times, at first. But a teenager learns pretty quickly among a bunch of 40-year-olds. By the end, no one really wanted to fight me.”
Her eyes softened, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she continued to trace the lines of my scars. “Sounds like a mix of ego and insanity,” she teased, but there was an underlying tenderness in her tone.
I leaned back, letting her study me, feeling the weight of her gaze on my skin. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But it made me who I am, for better or worse.”
Ryujin shook her head, still smiling, and then leaned in, pressing her forehead to mine. “You're a little crazy, you know that?”
“Is that a compliment?” I asked, my voice low, teasing.
She laughed softly. “It’s an observation. But… yeah, I guess it is. You pretend like you don’t need anyone, but here you are, with me, letting me hold you like this.”
I felt a warmth spread through my chest, her words sinking in deeper than I’d expected. I tilted her chin up, meeting her eyes. “Maybe you just have a way of breaking through,” I said, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she settled closer, her hands resting on my shoulders now, her body melting into mine as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Maybe… or maybe you just needed someone to see you,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain.
I didn’t reply right away, just let my fingers move to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as I held her close. I felt her relax, her body going pliant against me, and there was a peace in that moment, something that felt unspoken but deeply understood.
A slow movement between each other occurred, and a slow kiss formed out of it all. A passionate, an unendingly lovely kiss, a kiss that could only be shared by two lovers. I reached deeper, my head moving forward deeper into the kiss, trying to get more out of Ryujin, her taste, her beauty. I slowly stood up, with her still on my body, I held her up with my arms around her waist while still sharing a passionate kiss.
How could a girl be this lovely? Holy shit.
I quickly plant her on the leather couch, a black luxury couch too expensive for a single man, but a perfect frame for the most beautiful girl in the world. She laid on the couch, motioning for me to join her, in laying, in loving. The next seconds were a haze, the warmth of a kiss being shared, her soft bosom pressed up against me, The warmth shared by two bodies aggressively pressing each other to get more out of each other.
My left hand went from her waist to her breast, gripping firmly against the soft of her clothes, the soft of her breast. She mewled in my mouth, taking quick breaths trying to continue the kiss as long as possible, unbearably aroused by my body.
I quickly pulled away, she was irritated, I quickly took off my button-up, more like ripping it apart, buttons everywhere. That didn’t matter at all, we quickly continued our session, she softly rubbed her hands all over my back as I kissed into her.
Then, clothes flew off each moment, and a kiss shared in each layer, and a mess on the floor. Her creamy-white skin caved at my touch, the slight ripple of her semi-abs visible as I greedily took more of her. Finally, her bra came off, the perfectly pink nipples were visible, and completely rigid. The kiss transitioned as my mouth traced over her body down to her breast.
I sucked lightly, fingering at her other nipple. Her loud moans and body ripples only inspired greater performance, I felt a slight tug when I felt her fingers around my hair and she seemed to be moaning louder.
I nibbled at her nipple, kissed the white skin around the nipple, which compressed at the slightest touch. It was almost heaven, a girl who gave me her virginity, a girl who is witty, smart, and loving.
After enough teasing of her nipples, she began to be more reactive, perhaps signalling that it’s turned into pain rather than pleasure. So I stopped, caressing the pads of my fingers along her body, her curves, her identity, all the way down to her thighs where my thumbs hooked on her panties that were damp.
“You must be excited.” I teased.
“Ah… please I’m so wet, you kept teasing my nipples you bastar- Ah!” I slipped a finger inside her, interrupting her, amusing myself in her arousal.
I took the finger out, it glistened even in the warm light.
“Open your mouth.” I demanded.
She complied, with her mouth open, I inserted the glistening finger inside her, “Tastes good?”.
“So Gooth-.” She replied with my finger still in her mouth. A slight vibration, a fiercely erotic sign, a sign that she was so stimulated that her body was vibrating as a coping mechanism after realizing other ways of coping with it were futile.
I took out the finger out of her tender, warm mouth, with a trace of saliva still on my finger, I slowly tracked down her body, the shine of her saliva following suit, the rise of her breasts, the drop to her ribs, the softness of her belly no, abdomen, it would be an insult to call it a belly, it was the perfect midriff. The quiver getting more intense as the tip of my finger slowly approaching her pussy.
I pulled off my hands off her body quickly, and hastily set to pull off my belt; suddenly, Ryujin laid her hands on my belt, showing that she wanted to take it off, that she wanted to see my cock entirely of her own volition. Slowly, making sure that whenever her hands were not occupied with taking off my belt and undergarments, she grazed my abdomen with her fingers any chance that she got. She was kneeled on the couch, crouched over, I was kneeled up straight, and she took her time enjoying the rare opportunity to tease me.
She was entirely naked, and I got to see her back, her beautiful back, one that was crafted through sheer divination by the lords above, there was absolutely no other way to achieve that back, the hourglass shape of her waist and the curve of her hip bones, lord almighty.
I traced the lines of her back with my hands as she finally got down my underwear. Whilst I busied myself with her breasts, now that it was hanging, it was even softer, even more beautiful and absolute euphoria to handle.
A firm grasp disrupted my vivid imagination. “Are you gonna keep teasing my breasts, is it that lovely?” she said with a laugh, slightly firmer on the cloth that barely hid my erection. “Is underwear like this even practical? It looks like it’s a camp site!” Somehow she found some humor in this situation, most likely embarrassed about giving me fellatio.
Of course, I know the cure. I grasped her hair tightly, the hair that has been diligently grown, perfect to grab tightly and insist on what actions you want. She obliged in the pull, her legs completely folded in obedience, and obliging in the slight pulls and pushes of my hand.
“Too hard?” I asked.
“I don’t even know why you have to ask.” She replied, with a bright flush in her cheeks, knowing that she likes it and that I know it.
“You’re gonna suck my cock, and you’ll do it diligently; and you’ll get fucked into this couch.”
“Ye- Yes.. please Koji.” She submitted with speech.
I swiftly pulled out my erection, and I leaned into the railing of the couch, inviting Ryujin over. She moved closer, still kneeling, still crouched, and slowly approached my erection. She breathed deeply, getting closer to my dick, and started to stroke it with her hand. The soft coldness of her hands confirmed my suspicion, she was so nervous that all the heat went to her torso, “you don’t have to be so nervous, baby.” She smiled at the remark, and immediately took my dick in her mouth.
She learned so quickly, it was unbelievable, what a virtuoso. She sucked on my length, going halfway with an incredible suction. The pleasure was intense, a sensation of sucking was strong, and I would peak too quickly to enjoy her body.
“My muse, aren’t you learning a little bit too fast?” I said with a chuckle, gritting my teeth against the pleasure.
She released, still very close to the tip, “it’s so delicious that I had no choice but to learn, and it seems it paid off.” Yes it has, but of course there’s an opposing force every force. Before she could continue sucking me off, I pushed her onto the couch.
“Should I make you cum in one stroke?” I asked, fully intending to do.
“You wish.” Scoffing at my threat. “I was a virgin then-”
I quickly placed pressure just at the edge of the pubis bone, then the other hand traced the outer lips of her pink pussy. Her solid determination was nearly broken at that moment, a hand placed on her lower abdomen pressing into her was getting her off so well.
And it was a technique that only got more arousing the more it was used. She was a goddess personified and I was disgracing her by almost getting her to cum with light presses and pressure. The fingers that traced the outer lips of her pussy slowly converged on her clit hood, applying almost a graze over it, each graze getting a sizzling inhale from Ryujin.
“Ah~ fuck, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!”
I immediately took off my hands, and I stared at her. “Wha- What are you doing? I was so close.” I didn’t reply, I swung my left hand against her hip bone, a firm slap, as close as you could get to her ass in missionary.
She yelped, and I covered her mouth with a firm grip, “it would be a disgrace for you cum on my fingers, and even less so without me penetrating you at all.” I leaned into her with a hand still on her mouth, leaving enough room for her to breathe through her nose. I was still quite above her to let her see me entering her, she looked down, as I slowly pressed my member at the heat, prodding, then slowly entering. When I saw that she was not looking down and when she was trying to deal with the pleasure, I quickly took the hand off her mouth and pulled her head forward to make her look as I entered inside. Each inch pain-stakingly slow and purposeful, she stared with pleasure ablaze.
“Princess. I am the only one who understands you.”
That was it, that was the moment she lost it. I immediately entered to the hilt, then pulled out. She spasmed at the intensity, squirting all over the leather couch, screaming and moaning at the pleasure. “Oh my fucking god!” She placed a hand over her head to recover.
The latter minutes were spent with a more furious kind of love, an intense love.
A manner in which I fucked her, with love and embrace. I held her in missionary position, grasping the nape of her neck, sharing our mouths as I repeatedly and fully drew inside her fully. The motions bringing the deep moans of pleasure out in the form of vibrations in her body, and mewls of her mouth.
She loved giving up control in intercourse, it was something that brought her pleasure to no end. To know that she was not in control of her orgasm nor mine, that any second I could pull away and let her mewl in anticipation, and suffer right under the eclipse of her orgasm. However, she loved it more when we shared our arousal, in this position, she could kiss my shoulder, kiss my jaw, caress my back, and even massage my shoulders. Of course, she engaged in these sorts of affection, she couldn’t control it and I could never resist it. The deeper I went, the more her moan hummed against my jaw when she kissed it.
Sometimes I pulled off to maintain eye contact with her, noticing the twists in her eyebrows, the whiskered dimples of her cheeks as she was drawn to climax again. This time though, her legs locked me inside her, she knew that it would take multiple orgasms for her to get me to eclipse, she acknowledged it and was fully intent on it. Of course, the significant height and weight difference didn’t allow Ryujin to maintain much control at all. Instead of the leg lock, I swiftly kneeled up while my dick was still inside her, while she stared expectantly.
I seized her legs, right above my shoulders, “Oh not again!” She definitely remembered the first time I did this. Then I lowered myself to kiss her, her legs were now placed next to her ears.
“I feel this is my obligation, to train your flexibility.” Still punishing her cunt with my deep strokes inside her
“Oh please-ah! Yo- You just want to fuck my brains out!” She was right.
I still held her legs as the way they were, but I wanted a fuller picture, a picture where I saw Ryujin enjoying herself to the fullest. I observed the strokes, her cunt glossy with her arousal, I wanted her to enjoy it even more.
From then and there, I placed my hand on the place of her pubis bone, compressing the canal that anticipated my strokes, and a slight thumbing on her clit.
One, euphora
Two, amazing
Three, orgasm
She came again, this time she was allowed no movement, my hands acted as braces that held her down, and she vibrated in pleasure.
She tightened even further, her moans became more guttural as the added pleasures of my hands began to feel more like punishment.
I chuckled, she was such an angel. I released my hands, the hands thus landed on the breasts, the warm pliable breasts with very noticeable aroused nipples.
I had been pumping so quickly and hadn’t realized that I was getting close, I was enjoying her mewls and moans so much that I realized that I might cum this instant. Despite the fact that I finally bought condoms because I kept cumming inside her, I forgot to use it.
Trying to resist pulling out of Ryujin’s pussy was impossible, it wasn’t ‘almost impossible’ it was plain and simply impossible. And Ryujin definitely felt the twitch my cock, “Please Please Cum inside me! Do it inside me~!”
Finally, I pumped into her one two three times and fell onto her as I filled her with my seed.
“I might actually get pregnant at this rate” she chuckled with her hands getting tangled in my hair
“I don’t even fucking care anymore” I breathed by her side, ear-to-ear.
“Would you like that? A little Koji running around?” She asked.
“I don’t know, what about you?” Genuinely curious about her opinion.
“I think it’s cute to see a little Koji running around, a little Koji that has a happier childhood.”
“I love you” I kissed her lips.
She murmured something against my lips, most likely “I love you” too.
The warmth of the embrace lingered as we finally moved from the couch. The night had drawn on, but the intimacy between us only grew stronger. Ryujin stood up, her hand slipping into mine, and without a word, she led me towards the bathroom.
The bathroom light flickered on, casting a soft glow across the tiles. The shower was already running, steam curling up and filling the small space with a comforting heat. Ryujin turned to me, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of affection and something deeper. She reached up, gently tugging at my hand.
Soon, the warmth of the steam wrapped around us both.
We stepped into the shower together, the hot water cascading over our bodies, washing away the day. Ryujin reached for the soap, her hands lathering it up before gently running it over my chest. Her touch was soft, methodical, as if she was memorizing every inch of me. I closed my eyes, leaning into the sensation, the warmth of her hands, the soothing pressure as she worked the soap across my skin.
I returned the favor, my hands moving slowly, carefully, over her shoulders, down her back, the water rinsing away the suds in gentle streams. She sighed, a sound of pure contentment, as I massaged the tension from her muscles, taking my time, savoring the closeness.
When she turned to face me, her eyes were soft, almost vulnerable. I cupped her face in my hands, letting the water pour over us, and she leaned into my touch, her own hands resting on my waist. For a moment, we just stood there, water pouring over us, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling in the steam-filled air.
Finally, I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips—slow, lingering, full of the unspoken things between us. She kissed me back, her hands moving up to tangle in my wet hair, holding me close.
When the kiss broke, we both smiled, a small, shared moment of understanding. I reached for the shower’s knob, turning off the water, the sudden silence almost startling. Ryujin didn’t let go, though. Instead, she wrapped herself around me, resting her head on my chest as the last of the water dripped off us.
“I want to take a bath,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost shy.
I smiled, pressing another kiss to her damp hair. “Let’s do it.”
We stepped out of the shower, toweling off quickly before I started the bath, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. Ryujin watched me, her eyes following my every movement, a small smile playing on her lips. Once the tub was filled, she sank into it with a sigh, the hot water enveloping her.
I settled on a chair that directly faced ryujin still with a towel draped over my lap, watching as she leaned back, closing her eyes, her face relaxing completely. The room was filled with the soft sounds of water lapping against her skin, the scent of lavender from the bath salts mixing with the steam.
“Join me?” she asked, opening her eyes just a sliver, looking up at me with a hopeful expression.
“Don’t even try” I chuckled at the previous time she asked for me to join her in the bath.
With her nestled against the edge of the tub, I reached for the book I had left on the counter, opening it to where we had left off. It was an old copy of "Anna Karenina," the pages slightly yellowed, the spine well-worn from countless readings.
Ryujin sighed contentedly as I began to read aloud, my voice low, resonating in the quiet intimacy of the bathroom.
“‘All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow,’” I read, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my lap. The words seemed to echo in the room, intertwining with the stillness around us. “‘In seeking happiness for others, we find it in ourselves.’”
Ryujin tilted her head back slightly, her eyes closed, her body fully relaxed against mine. “I love hearing you read,” she whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the water, but I caught it, and it warmed me from the inside out.
I continued reading, my voice steady, letting the words flow through the air, wrapping around us both. “‘But every one of these men, straightway from the first minute of their meeting, was seized by an unwonted feeling of respect, as though they had met with something sacred, and in consequence every word and gesture of hers seemed to them more important and significant than they had ever been before.’”
Ryujin’s fingers played idly with mine beneath the water, her thumb brushing against my knuckles as she listened. The words from the book mixed with the rhythm of our breathing, with the warmth of the water and the quiet that enveloped us.
As I read on, the story of Anna Karenina unfolding in the soft light, I could feel Ryujin’s heartbeat, slow and steady, matching mine. The romance of the scene in the book felt distant compared to the reality of her in my arms, this intimate moment we were sharing.
Eventually, I let the book rest on the edge of the tub, my voice trailing off as I pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder. “You know,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin, “this might be better than any book.”
She turned slightly in the water, looking up at me with a playful smile. “Only might be?”
I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her, slow and deep, letting the warmth of the bath and the softness of her lips consume me. “Definitely better,” I corrected softly against her mouth.
Ryujin smiled, a content, sleepy smile, and nuzzled back against my chest. We stayed like that for a while, the water gradually cooling around us, but neither of us was in a hurry to move. The book lay forgotten on the edge of the tub as we simply enjoyed the closeness, the feeling of being utterly connected in this quiet, private world we had created together.
P.S: I have the whole prequel ready but the writing quality is a lot worse than this but its 20k words of setup, comment below if you want it.
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#song mingi#mingi#ateez#ateez mingi#mingi gif#ateez gif#maxsixgif#Underrated Handsome Man Of Kpop#how is he such a disaster and such a cupcake but also the hottest guy in ateez when he wants to be#how does this happen
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KPOP OPINION
Top 10 HOTTEST bodies in Kpop👸
(Of July 2024)
- JEEWON (Cignature)
- NATTY (Kiss of Life)
- SOMI (IOI)
- KARINA (Aespa)
- JIHYO (Twice)
- KWON EUNBI (Iz*one)
- MOMO (Twice)
- YEL (H1-key)
- EUNHA (Viviz)
- MAGENTA (QWER)
#Top 10 hottest bodies#Jeewon Cignature#Natty Kiss of life#Karina Aespa#Yel H1 key#Eunha Viviz#Jihyo Twice#Magenta Qwer#Kwon Eunbi#Jeon Somi#Momo Twice#Kpop opinion
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CHAERYEONG PLEASE HAVE MERCY 🥵🥵
#itzy midzy#chaeryeong itzy#chaeryeong#femaleidol#있지#채령#ggnet#idol queen#itzy icons#femaledaily#femaleidolsource#ggnetwork#gg icons#kpop gg#itzy updates#itzy world tour#jyp itzy#hottest slayer 🥵#itzy yuna#itzy yeji#itzy ryujin#itzy lia#for Midzy#midzy
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i saw that someone sent an ask saying free use with beomgyu but you're the one who's using him, and now i can't let it out of my head 😵💫😵💫
ANON OHMYGOD you want me to literally go feral don't you ?
Beomgyu is someone who will put your pleasure more than his . He is soft like that , he always looks out for you . But beomgyu has some of the most filthiest fantasies ever , so you are actually not surprised when he comes up with this . One day after dinner , he sits next to you in the balcony and proposes the idea of you using him as you want , no matter when or where . He assures you that this is something he is into and there is no pressure on you to agree too . But who would deny having the 4th gen's best visual , choi beomgyu , whimpering and crying under you while you bounce on his cock mercilessly ?
Coming home from a stressful day at work , you see beomgyu sitting on the couch watching his favourite TV show . You say nothing to him as you drop your bag on the floor and proceed over to him . Beomgyu lets out a squeak as he sees you pushing him down on the couch but suddenly grasps where this is going , so he lets you do whatever you want .
You are fast to unbutton his slacks and free his cock , stroking him to full hardness . You hover over him and flip up your skirt and push your panties aside to take him inside and both of you let out a loud gasp at the stretch . You do not know how long you have been bouncing on his cock now , the frustation of the day reflecting the way how the sounds of your skin slapping obscenely throughout the hall . Beomgyu has his eyes rolled back , one of his hand holding and helping your hips down his cock , clearly tired out from the overstimulation from cumming already once . His cum is leaking out of your hole , but you still keep fucking yourself on his cock because choi beomgyu , is yours .
#choi beomgyu is the hottest man alive#beomgyu smut#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#beomgyu hard hours#kpop smut#kpop hard thoughts#yeonjun smut
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Junho (2PM) - Kinky Tarot Reading
Disclaimer:
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Requester: /
Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle
Spread: Kinky
Questions:
Position
Libido
Turn On
Kink
Dirty Secret
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Lee Jun Ho
Stage Name: Junho
Group: 2PM
DOB: 25.01.1990
Blood Type: A
MBTI: INFJ
Sun Sign: Aquarius
Chinese Sign: Earth Snake
Life Path Number: 9
Masterpost: 2PM
Junho (2PM) - Kinky
Full Name: Lee Jun Ho Stage Name: Junho Group: 2PM DOB: 25.01.1990 Blood Type: A MBTI: INFJ Sun Sign: Aquarius Chinese Sign: Earth Snake Life Path Number: 9
Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle
Position - 2 of Pentacles, Determination
Junho is pretty much used to managing his life on his own. He might not be willing to give his control out, not even for his lover’s sake. He’s not exactly despotic but he has the authority of a man who’s sure of his opinions and values and he’s very likely to ask for respect from his lover. His word is the law. Junho is not here to debate about his core customs or values, they are what they are. What you see is what you get with him. Junho is pretty skilled in multitasking and achieving goals at any cost. If his goal is to date someone, his prey is basically defeated the moment Junho sets his eyes on them.
Libido - XV The Death, XIX The Sun, Ideation
Junho’s libido is all about the ideas and creation and transformation. He’s likely to have a strong lust and desire for his lover but that person needs to have some brains in order for him to get turned on. Two major arcana cards suggest a powerful passion and the fact they are Death and Sun suggest that nothing is taboo for Junho. He’s open minded and ready to explore when it comes to sexual experience. Junho has a strong sense for erotica and he’s likely to become rather creative in the bedroom (or anywhere, really). He’s one of those lovers who can deliver such bliss through their performance that it feels like a little death to his lover and afterwards they feel utterly changed to the core. Junho is big on both foreplay and aftercare as well. Basically a perfect lover.
Turn On - Page of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Movement
Oh Junho! Such a MAN! While Junho is more of a dom in a relationship, he’s likely to still feel attracted to a person who’s strong and confident on their own. Junho might prefer his special person to actually approach him first. He’s gonna take it from there but they have to make the first move. Junho likes people with both creativity and common sense to them, those who know their craft and are successful in their professional life. Some nobody with more guts than brains is not likely to impress this gentleman.
Kink - 4 of Swords, 6 of Swords, King of Swords, Love
I must admit that Junho confused me here. All the swords cards suggest a certain detachment and passivity and then there’s the love card. What can I make out of this? Anyway! Junho is a romantic but he’s more of a pragmatic romantic. He’s not likely to go out of his way just to impress his lover with a super sweet date. Junho is more astute and sophisticated. He’s likely to play it cool with his lover and not be a big fan of public display of affection. Junho is likely to enjoy slow seduction and it’s even hotter for him, if he’s the one being seduced, as the 4 of Swords suggest a certain passivity on his side. He likes to be treated like a King before things get too hot and out of hand. Junho might have a control kink. While he likes to be seduced by his lover, at a certain point the roles switch, Junho takes the lead and bosses his lover around, instructing them to do this and that for and to him. He might have a thing for bondage but the knots should always be loose and easy to undo, whether he’s the one bondaged or his lover. Junho likes it when at certain points all shackles fall down and he and his lover can feel liberated through the act of love.
Dirty Secret - VII The Chariot, Hunger
Junho is a hungry man. Not in a sense of food cravings, though. He’s hungry for something to touch his soul, fill him up, something to emotionally and spiritually satisfy him. And in this context it’s a craving for a lover who would match him so well that his emotional, spiritual and mental needs are all fulfilled. Junho is not the type to sit down and wait for this person to come into his life, he’s actively searching for them, determined to find that person. See the contrast of yellow and blue in the cards? It reminds me of day and night. Junho wants to find a partner who would be his companion during the day and a lover during the night, someone mature enough to simply accept and love Junho with his light and dark sides.
I'm sorry for spaming you with so many pics of Junho, but... Just look at the man! That's a perfection right there. 😍 I'm sorry. I have some very... intense feelings for Junho (and for all 2PM members, to be honest, their fandom might be Hottest but that's also a term that fits the members perfectly).
If I will ever catch a moment when some of my befriended readers offers ship readings, I will ask for one with Junho 😂
Anyway! I know Junho isn't on my request list but I woke up with a strong feeling of doing his reading today. Plus I'm genuinelly bored with all those idols in their early 20s. 😂
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“But I’m the reason for your pain now.” -Wooyoung
05.27.2023
#jang wooyoung 2pm#2pm jang wooyoung#jang wooyoung#2pm wooyoung#wooyoung 2pm#2pm gifs#2pm gif#2pm headers#2pm hottest#2pm jyp#2pm jype#2pm kpop#2pm layouts#2pm edit#2pm edits#2pm icons#2pm packs#2pm post#2pm posting#2pm quote#2pm vlog#2pm blog#2PM moment#2pm moments#2pm moodboard#kpop jang wooyoung#kpop wooyoung#kpop packs#kpop post#kpop posting
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"like the whole bts thing as parasocial friends instead of boyfriends is genius but oh god the damage it id" can you elaborate on this? idk if i wasnt into kpop back then or what but what happened 😅
oh there wasn't actually like, an 'announcement' about it or anything lol. so basically bts' whole new marketing strategy post their failure to hit big as a hiphop group was that they were self-produced 'anti' idols with an emphasis on 'loving and accepting yourself' and 'making a supportive community'. which, on the surface, those are not bad things. kpop fan communities are often support systems for those involved, and you should try to at least be neutral about yourself. and there has been a distinct lack of community and community building in the western world + with the age of the internet and people are desperate for it, even if it's not something that people are cognizant of, so just on paper, it isn't a horrible idea. HOWEVER: when that push for community comes directly from a company, the company and the community get capitalistically intertwined and there becomes no way to separate the two. plus, it makes an extremely toxic community, as we've all seen, because the foundation of it is based on capitalism and consumption, while simultaneously hiding the fact that it's based on consumption, because fans will do overtime defending the company because the company pushes the community branding.
the other big part of this is pushing them as 'authentic' and 'real'. obvs this is straight up just not true, BUT it heavily appealed to western and intl fans who on the surface don't really understand the kpop model (it's also the western pop model but marketing™️) and who had orientalist views that kpop is 'manufactured' by the company and therefore 'not real music'. by presenting bts as these anti-idol figures that are 'fighting against the industry' (this was a big part as well), you hit a tonne of the demographics that wouldn't be caught by typical boy group marketing and it's precisely engineered to catch western fans. and a lot of those fans are not going to be familiar with how the industry works, and because bts' content is numerous and separated from the industry, it creates a closed loop where those fans never interact with any other groups' content and feed back into 'the community' perpetually.
also they pretty notably have done very little 'racy' content compared to other groups of their age. esp since they started doing their western push they've been pretty buttoned up, which i'm not gonna begrudge anyone who has personal boundaries about that kind of thing, but it IS unusual to family-friendly brand an entire group like that, which further enforces the "they're your friends" narrative.
#that one love yourself album or whatever it was called is the locus of this like the damage that album caused to kpop is irrepairable atp#also yes pretty much ALL kpop fan communities are based off consumption bc that's literally how the industry works#its all capitalism all the way down#but no company has ever successfully managed to HIDE THAT in the same way that hybe has#like the way hybe has company shooters is fucking crazy like NO other company has that#875#they do a lot of the 'we're your support system trust us we're here to help 🥺' rather than 'hey you wanna fuck me'#which is VASTLY more insidious bc 1) ALL KPOP IS FAKE and 2) it's harder to break the illusion bc it has a wider reach#and is 'more rational' than the boyfriend thing#text#answers#kpop questions#lalksdjfsdf this made me laugh i always forget that not everyone is a hag like me#also also about the modesty thing there are a fair amount of nevernudes in kpop#but very few groups are wholly family friendly like them#famously hakyeon is the most nevernude but also he's arguably the hottest member of vixx and that's POWER#so this is not a condemnation of modesty or that modesty = family friendly#it's just that hybe is using a particular image to push a narrative
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boyfriend reveal
#very basic photos of me to post BUT HE LOOKS TO GOOD#literally the hottest man alive#jungkook#bts#jeon jungkook#bangtan#bts moodboard#jeon jeongguk#bts messy moodboard#kpop moodboard#jungkook cute#bts jungkook#jungkook icons#jungkook hot#jungkook messy moodboard#jungkook messy icons#jungkook messy layouts#jeonjungcooky moodboard
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hold up where are all the hoe anthems in golden age
#did i miss them or sumn ??#i was waiting for wayv to drop the hottest thot bop to end summer where tf is it#nct u#nct 2023#golden age#nct golden age#nct#kpop
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#sounding like a broken record but truly the hottest sub-unit ever 🖤❤️🔥#oh Aseul 🧎♀️#Irene Seulgi#Red Velvet#performance#immortal songs#2024#kpop#ggs#girl groups#bae joohyun#kang seulgi#wrong number#seulrene
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Jennie Coachella Icons - She snapped on this one
#blackpink#black pink#kpop#k pop#Jennie#Jennie icons#blackpink jennie#blackpink icons#the hottest girl#ever#periodt
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HUH YUNJIN . . . recent instagram post
ohmygod i’m in love with her so bad
#huh yunjin#le serrafim#yunjin icons#yunjin le sserafim#yunjin instagram#yunjin aesthetic#my god i love her#kpop icons#kpop moodboard#wife#the hottest#instagram
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Hyunjin
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“You left me in the cold, nobody here to warm my nights.” -Taecyeon
05.27.2023
#ok taecyeon 2pm#2pm ok taecyeon#ok taecyeon#kpop ok taecyeon#taecyeon 2pm#2pm taecyeon#taecyeon#kpop taecyeon#2pm gifs#2pm gif#2pm headers#2pm hottest#2pm kpop#2pm jyp#2pm jype#2pm layouts#2pm quote#2pm quotes#2pm edit#2pm edits#2pm icons#2pm packs#2pm posting#2pm post#2pm vlog#2pm blog#2pm moments#2PM moment#2pm moodboard#2pm
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