#rjj

Civil Rights leader Rev. Jesse Jackson, second from right, lowers his head in prayer as he stands before the casket of George Floyd, ahead of memorial service at North Central University, June 4, 2020, in Minneapolis.

a/n: you guys have been asking for sub!ryujin and i finally caved.

“hi” she welcomes you with a kiss on the lips, a short one before she gets back to cutting a mango. she offers a piece to you and delivers it on your tongue when you stand behind her. she looks so cozy, so clean, and you can’t wait to ruin her.

everything about her has been on your mind today. at work, her hands and her lips were present. on the drive home, her laugh and her moans, her voice in general. and every other minute of the passing day it was her. just her, her personality, her perky ass, her nose, her stupid jokes and her perfect dancing, everything about her had been consuming you, you had missed ryujin like crazy. and you’re desperate to show her.

you begin by pressing wet kisses across her neck, moving her hair to the side. her shirt peels right off, allowing you to trail a line of kisses down her back. the knife slams down on the counter along with both her hands when you bite a singular mark on to her skin, getting rid of her bra next.

she pushes her ass against you as your kisses reach her lower back, your hands reaching for the button of her jeans to undo them and drag them along with her underwear. you give her ass a bite and the kisses get wetter the more your mouth waters at the sight, her legs perfectly spread even before you spread her asscheeks to reveal her glistening cunt.

it’s almost like you take a bite, her core welcoming your tongue like it’s been missing. her juices are warm and sticky as they run down your chin, sweet as you lap them up. she squeals at the sudden warmth of your tongue, and pushes against you once more. the knife has been discarded into the sink long ago, and her trying to take control by pushing herself on you pisses you off to another level.

yes, this about her, entirely. but that didn’t mean she was to get greedy. its why your hand pushes her back forward, your hand not reaching her neck because of your lower position. you catch the wet sound of her chest slaming against the cubes of mango she had been determined to cut perfectly.

a gasp leaves her when she collides with it, and her hand chases the back of your head almost out of instinct, you let her this time, and continue to enjoy everything she had to give you. you’re enjoying her so much you don’t realize the noises you’re making against her cunt, that vibrate through her and create immense pleasure.

heat is building in the pit of her stomach, and when you realize she starts clenching around your tongue more than usual, you pull away, spreading her asscheeks to watch her clench around nothing before you’re standing and turning her around. this time it’s her chest your mouth’s directed towards, chasing her high for her.

your fingers keep her cunt company though, pushing three of them inside without a warning. your tongue laps at the mango juices on her chest, wrapping your lips around one of her hard nipples and sucking on it at the same beat your fingers moved. her legs buckle, and you know she’s right at the brink of it, the search of her climax has you biting her nipple hard enough for your teeth to leave a mark around it, and just then

she loses it.

a yell of your name serves as a warning as her body begins to shake and her fluids begin to spray all across your hand and the kitchen floor. a proud smile plays on your lips as your fingers fuck her through it, and she attempts to grip to your arms as a way to find her balance.

although you both loved making a big deal out of it, valentines day was rarely different for you and ryujin. presents? flowers? dinner? even getaways were something you did regularly, so it was usually another day for you.

“you truly are insatiable” you chuckle, leaving the fruits unattended on the cutting board and turning around to face ryujin, who wore nothing but a smirk as she took off your sleeping gown (again)

“what? i sent everyone home for the weekend, i’m going to take advantage of this lonely house” she jokes, making reference to all the times she wanted to fuck you in other places than the office or your room, but couldn’t because of all the staff around.

she finds an empty space on the counter and props you up, your lips tangled making it easy for you to taste yourself on her tongue from earlier rounds, your body gets warmer with every touch, every breath she makes against your skin that has you aching with desperation. after everything you want more of her, maybe you are the insatiable one.

ryujin presses open mouthed kisses all over your neck and chest, making her way down to your stomach, where she sucks a couple spots, getting comfortable on her knees as she spreads yours. her kisses dangerously shift closer, but before she can actually give you what you want, she places a yellow envelope on your lap that you didn’t even see her carry.

“happy valentines day” and you’ve forgotten how hard it is to focus while she’s going down on you. because as you’re looking at the words on paper, all you can think of is the way her tongue feels against your clit, or your entrance, how she laps up all the fluids she couldn’t get enough of. your hand tangles in her hair, and you attempt to abandon the paper to read later “read it love, it’s my gift to you”

“shit-“ your eyes quickly scan over the words as she pushes her fingers even deeper, biting and suckling the inside of your thighs.

This document certifies that the land positioned at bla bla bla, way more information than you’d like to process right now.. is now in possession of Mrs. Y/n Shin. What?

“ryujin-“ You have to slam your hand against the counter for support, because you’re just at the brink of your orgasm when she stops “keep going- please”

“you never told me what it says” she’s looking up at you, pressing sweet little kisses on your thighs

“you got me the plot?” your breath is still trying to catch up to your words, but you managed them.

you were just finishing up, throwing away your gloves in the red tiny trashcan at the corner of the room before walking into the one across. tuesdays were a busy day for your office, your nurses loved it because of the rush. you did too, nothing beat coming home to your beautiful wife and telling her all about your day, and valentines was your favorite because of all the cute little children giving you stickers and v-day cards.

when you walked in, you immediately slumped comfortably. no kids, just your wife kicking her legs in the air as she holds a small bouquet of flowers and chocolates in her hands. “hi”

“you’re not my cast removal” your hands cup her cheeks as you peck her lips. “what are you doing here? i thought we were doing lunch?”

“lunch, and dinner, and dessert, and sex, and” she stops at the sight of your eyes blown wide, and the feeling of heat (embarrassment) transferring from your body to hers. you’re very thankful you closed the door, and of her low speaking volume “chaer squeezed me in”

she hands you the flowers and lets you have a moment with them before you set them down on the counter, already knowing you’d replace the flowers she’d gotten you last week with these. “thank you”

“you’re very welcome” she wraps her arms around your waist and tugs you close to her “happy valentines day”

“happy valentines day ryu.” you whisper the words back against her lips, just like she had you, and even though you’re only sharing a couple of minutes before your next appointment gets here, you’re blissful, bathing in the way her droopy (loving) eyes take you in, her big- warm hands sprawled across your back and the tiny smile in her lips.

the delicate knocking of chaeryeong’s knuckles startles the two of you. “henry’s here for his cast removal, he brought you an origami bouquet” your gaze softens and a tiny pout forms on your lips

“i’ll be right there” she nods and closes the door back up when you look back at your wife.

“damn, should i have gotten you paper flowers instead?”

“shut up” you peck her lips, smiling big when you pull away “he’s seven, and he’s my favorite” she knew this, she knew lots about henry, she knew he was in foster care, still looking for a family, that he loved crafts and origami and giving you handmade gifts every visit.

“wait you’re serious” her face changes quickly to a worried one “is he my competition?”

“ryujin” you double over in a fit of giggles and lean your head against her shoulder. “come on, i want you to meet him”

“what? the possible y/n stealer?” your eyes roll as you tug her out of this room and the one henry was, knocking gently on the door.

“y/n!” he looks up from the book he picked up from the little table in the room.

“hi henry” your smile is warm, gentle, and ryujin immediately notices how different you are around henry than other patients. she doesn’t think she’s seen you like this around any kids even. “i want you to meet my wife, ryujin”

your wife waves at him and tries to give him the most welcoming smile, one he gladly returns.

“my pleasure. i’ve heard lots about you”

“so have i, you have to teach me some origami skills”

“i would be delighted” he’s so endearing with his big fancy words.

“ready to get that cast off?” he nods enthusiastically.

“i’ll wait for you upfront, kay?” ryujin pecks your cheek and waves goodbye to henry.

“she’s really pretty” you giggle nervously as you begin taking out the cast saw and scissors. “like, prettier than in the pictures you showed me. and she looks really cool. i feel like she’d have a bike. does she have a bike?”

kinktober day 15 - shower sex w ryujin

it’s 8:13 pm when all six of you make it to the house you’re renting, you’ve ignored all the conversations about going grocery shopping for the week, just like ryujin. after a flight like that one all you wanted to do was shower and sleep, you don’t even have the energy to take a dip in the beautiful pool. not tonight.

ryujin makes sure to text yeji some of your most craved snacks at the moment, having decided after a very intense and silent conversation with your eyes, that neither of you would be joining them for the errand run.

“let’s pick a good room and get settled” you suggest, tugging on your girlfriend’s hand and leading her down the hallway.

three doors later you find exactly what you’re looking for. “i mean, we’re the couple, we obviously get dibs, right?” you laugh at ryujin’s proposal because it does makes sense, out of three rooms only one of them had a bed big enough for two people, the others only had singles, and god knows the other four would not stand ryujin’s whining because she can’t sleep in the same bed as you for a week.

“let’s get our things and shower.” with a squeeze to her side, you make your way back to the living room.

ryujin complains, mentioning something about how comfortable the bed looked right now, but she knows you’re right, you need to wash off all the airport germs before resting in the white sheets.

at first she tries to give you your space, unpacking her toiletries and the clothes she’d wear after her own shower, but like previously stated, ryujin is basically your shadow. plus, you, her, a shower, all by yourselves? don’t mind if i do is the only other thought in her head as she happily trudges into the en-suite bathroom

“couldn’t last five minutes without me huh?” and you could barely hear her clothes drop to know that your sad little puppy of a girlfriend had snuck in to the shower.

“please, when have i ever?” the tip of her fingers drum their way up to your shoulders, where she pushes your hair out of the way and lands a peck. “hm, what have we got here?” curiosity flows through her as she grabs the handle of the shower head, playing with its settings until she finds one she likes

you don’t stop her when she points the stream to your chest, tickling your buds in a way so relaxing, you’re leaning against her chest and throwing your head back on her shoulder. “mm maybe here’s better” you double over slightly and your legs suddenly become jelly when it reaches your bundle of nerves, her beloved.

“f-fuck” your hand rests on hers, on the one that’s supporting you at the waist when she presses the shower head on your clit.

“i know” she chuckles “hold this for me will you princess?” unconsciously, you follow. between whimpers and gasps you manage to wrap your hand around it, just like she had been. she kisses so slowly along your neck, finding a few spots to nibble on with hopes of bright purple colors appearing tomorrow.

you’re feeling fuzzy, the exhaustion from your day, plus the heat radiating off her body to yours and the way both her lips and the water make you feel, it’s all perfectly balanced. it feels even better when she slowly pushes two fingers into your cunt, biting her lip at the sudden warmth.

“c’mon angel, we’re alone, i want to hear you.”

the hand that was holding hers has to serve holding you against the wall, because when she starts moving her fingers, scissoring your cunt open, probably so she could properly take it later in bed.

she relishes in the sounds you finally make, distant moans whenever it feels particularly good, when she fondles with your tits and bites on the skin of your shoulder, her fingers going up in speed in strength.

“more” truth be told, you missed her. sure, you had been together all day, but your schedule has been so busy lately that the most intimacy you had was sharing a bowl of cereal and talking nonsense at three am. and that ways long ago for you to barely remember the date without having to fumble through your brain for it. “want you closer, please”

just how desperate you are makes her chuckle endearingly, unable to be feel any more love or desire for you without her entire being bursting

now, sex is not necessarily intimacy, but for some reason its always been between you two. whether rough and fast or soft and slow, there’s always the search to be closer. it’s what you’re doing now, as you scurry to turn around and press your back against the cold tile, opting to let go of the shower head and tug her closer until its her cunt against yours instead of her fingers inside it.

once you find that sweet, sweet spot between you, everything else melts away. it’s just your leg hooked on to her hip and your cunts meeting once and again to provide the overwhelming friction that you loved so much. at some point she tangles her fingers in your hair, smashing your lips together for a short sucking of each other’s tongues before you pull away to moan into her neck, louder than before.

she’s so close to you, kissing your bare chest, biting and sucking in sync with her hips snapping against yours. her arms squeezing your sides and caressing your skin, she’s rough but only because she knows you enjoy it.

while you’re too caught up in how good she feels, whimpering her name and trying to rid her of the rest of her clothes, only getting as far as unbuttoning her shirt, she hears the squeak of the door and clicking steps of heels walk into her office.

“i’m busy” she musters, reluctantly leaving your chest to glance at whoever was bothering her, but her hips never stop the back and forward dancing they had against your own.

yeji’s somewhat shocked, just in the moment. it later doesn’t shock her that you’d be fucking in her desk, or that she’d be flaunting it to her, but she saw the small smirk on your wife’s face when she realized it was yeji watching.

“uh- this can’t wait”