𐙚 “The Villa Game” - Shin Ryujin 𐙚
Kinktober Day 6
wc: 2.8k
Genre: Smut MDNI 18+
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, F!reader × Ryujin (F/F), Strap-on sex, Dom/sub dynamics, Brat-taming, Orgasm control, Overstimulation, Light spanking, Impact play, Restraint (wrist pinning), Dirty talk, Slight degradation/praise kink, Possessive behavior, Power Exchange, Aftercare
The villa is quiet except for the sound of the waves and the soft whirr of the ceiling fan overhead. Outside, the sun has long since dipped behind the palms, but the air still clings to your skin—humid, heavy, warm. Your thighs are sticky with sweat from the afternoon sun, and your tank top is damp where it sticks to the small of your back.
Ryujin hasn’t touched you in hours.
Not really.
Not in the way you want.
She’s moved around you all day—hands on your lower back when you stepped out of the ocean, fingers brushing your inner thigh under the table at lunch, eyes dragging down your body when you came out in that tiny white cover-up you only packed because she liked it. You’ve caught her watching you more times than you can count.
But she never made a move. Never followed through.
Not until now.
Now, she’s on the couch, legs spread, arms draped over the back like a throne, watching you from across the room like you’re already hers. Her hair is still damp from the outdoor shower, her skin glowing, and she’s wearing one of those thin little bralettes that shows just enough under the linen button-down she hasn’t bothered to close.
You’re pacing the edge of the living room, pretending to look for your charger—but your eyes keep drifting back to her.
Ryujin smiles slowly, like she knows.
“Looking for something?” she asks.
Your heart skips.
“No.”
Her eyes narrow slightly. “You sure?”
You shrug, biting the inside of your cheek.
She shifts on the couch. “Come here.”
You hesitate just long enough to make her eyebrows rise.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
You walk over. Bare feet on tile. Heat climbing up your spine.
She pats the space between her legs. “Sit.”
You sit. Carefully. Back to her chest, your body tucked between her thighs. Her arms curl around you slowly, not tight, just present—possessive, even in their stillness. She smells like ocean salt and sunscreen, faintly floral underneath.
“Been watching you all day,” she murmurs into your ear. “You’re doing it on purpose, huh?”
You tilt your head. “Doing what?”
Ryujin’s hand slides down your stomach, fingers spreading wide over the thin cotton of your shorts. “Walking around like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Your breath stutters. “I didn’t—”
Her palm presses between your legs.
You go still.
“I think you did,” she says. “I think you wanted attention.”
You don’t answer. Can’t.
Her other hand slips under your tank top, fingers spreading over your chest, palm warm and steady against your breast. She doesn’t move, just holds you there—your body caged, your thighs tight, your pussy pulsing under her hand like it knows better than you do.
“Isn’t that right, baby?” she asks. “You wanted my attention.”
You nod, shaky.
“I know.” She leans in and kisses the side of your neck, slow and soft. “You always get greedy on vacation. I think the sun gets to your head.”
You huff a laugh.
She cups your pussy fully, her palm flat. “Or maybe you just like being somewhere nobody can hear how loud you get.”
Your hips twitch.
“There she is,” Ryujin whispers. “I knew you were in there.”
You’re already wet.
And she hasn’t even taken your clothes off.
She kisses your shoulder and pulls her hand away—just like that. No warning.
You whine before you can stop yourself. “Ryujin—”
She hums, pushing you gently forward so she can stand.
“You want more?” she asks, stretching her arms over her head with lazy, smug confidence. “Then be in my bed in five.”
You blink.
She looks over her shoulder. “Clothes off. Legs open.”
Then she disappears down the hall—bare feet silent against tile, hips swaying deliberately.
And just like that, you’re up and moving, heart pounding, already soaked.
Because you know what happens when you make Ryujin wait.
The bedroom is quiet when you step inside—only the sound of the ocean outside, the gentle flap of curtains in the warm breeze, and your own heart pounding in your ears.
Ryujin’s already there.
Sitting on the edge of the bed.
Legs spread. Arms resting on her thighs. Waiting.
She looks up the second you enter, gaze dragging from your flushed face down to your barely-there outfit—thin tank top clinging to your chest, soft shorts riding high on your hips—and her mouth curves like she’s been waiting for you to finally give in.
“Took you long enough,” she says.
You take one step closer.
“Clothes off.”
You don’t even think to disobey. The tank top hits the floor first, followed by your shorts. You pause at your underwear, but she raises a brow and tilts her head.
“Did I say stop?”
You slide them off. Your skin prickles at the sudden exposure, the heat of her eyes on your body.
Ryujin stands slowly. Stalks toward you. One hand slips behind your neck to pull you into a kiss—deep, slow, filthy. Her tongue presses into your mouth like she owns it, and you moan against her lips before you can help it.
“You’ve been a brat all day,” she murmurs when she pulls back. “And now you want to be good?”
You nod, breath shaky. “Yes, ma’am.”
She grabs your jaw, tilting your head back, eyes dark. “Prove it.”
Then she pushes you back onto the bed.
The mattress catches you, soft under your spine, and Ryujin follows—kissing down your chest, lips dragging over your skin, hands spreading your legs open wide like she already knows exactly what she’ll find.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, eyes locked on the wetness between your thighs. “Look at you.”
You squirm.
She doesn’t let you close your legs. Her hands grip your thighs and hold them open as she leans down—tongue licking a slow stripe up your center, stopping just short of your clit.
You choke on a sound.
Ryujin smirks. “So sensitive already.”
Two fingers slip inside you before you can even answer. She’s knuckle-deep by the time your hips jerk off the bed.
“Oh my god—”
“You need to come first,” she murmurs, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “Get you nice and open before I fuck you the way you want.”
She curls her fingers just right, dragging against that spot inside you while her thumb presses down on your clit. Your back arches, breath catching.
“Ryujin—”
She shushes you gently. “You’re gonna take it so well, baby. I know you are.”
Her fingers fuck into you faster, thumb rubbing tighter circles, and your thighs start to shake. She watches you like it’s the only thing in the world that matters—watching your mouth fall open, your eyes flutter, your hips roll helplessly into her hand.
“Let go,” she whispers. “Come for me.”
You do.
Your body clenches hard around her fingers, a broken moan spilling out of you as your orgasm crashes over you. She fucks you through it, slow and deliberate, then finally pulls her hand away.
You’re panting, sweaty, twitching on the sheets—and she hasn’t even put the strap on yet.
Ryujin stands and licks her fingers clean, eyes fixed on you. “Now,” she says, walking to the dresser and reaching for the harness, “let’s see if you can take the real thing.”
You whimper softly.
She smirks without turning. “Back on the bed, legs open. Don’t make me ask twice.”
Ryujin adjusts the strap with slow, practiced fingers—like it’s routine, like she does this all the time—and every motion is deliberate. Confident. The harness hugs her hips tight, the thick length jutting out heavy and curved, shining slightly from where she just rubbed your slick all over it with her palm.
You’re laid out for her.
Still trembling. Still wet. Still open.
And she takes her sweet time.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” she says, stepping between your legs. “Because if you’d kept bratting, I wouldn’t be giving you this at all.”
You blink up at her, still dazed. “Please…”
“Please what?”
You swallow. “Please fuck me.”
Ryujin’s eyes darken. “Say it again.”
“Please fuck me,” you whisper. “I want you so bad—”
She grabs your thighs and drags you closer to the edge of the bed, forcing your knees up and open, spreading you wide beneath her.
“You’re gonna take it,” she says. “All of it.”
The tip of the strap brushes your folds—warm now from her body, slick with lube and your arousal. She teases you with it first, dragging it through your slit, letting it bump your clit, press shallowly at your entrance. You moan, hips twitching.
She doesn’t thrust.
Not yet.
“Look at you,” she says. “So fucking wet and needy. You gonna cry when I’m inside you?”
You nod, breath shaky. “If you keep teasing me—yes.”
She laughs softly. “Good.”
And then she pushes in.
It’s slow at first. She feeds you the strap inch by inch, watching your face the entire time—watching your lips part, your eyes flutter, your thighs twitch. The stretch is perfect—just enough to make you gasp, but your body welcomes it, greedy for it.
When her hips finally meet yours, she holds still.
You’re full.
Stuffed.
Completely claimed.
Ryujin leans over you, palms braced on either side of your shoulders, her hair brushing your skin as she hovers close.
“Breathe,” she says. “You can take it.”
You nod, whining. “Feels so good—”
“I’m not even moving yet,” she whispers.
And then she does.
The first thrust is slow, shallow. Then she pulls out and rolls back in—deeper, harder. The strap hits perfectly, angled to press against everything inside you that aches. You cry out, back arching, legs trying to close.
Ryujin grabs your thighs and pins them open.
“No,” she says firmly. “Let me see it.”
She fucks into you again, hips slapping yours, and the sound is filthy—wet, sharp, perfect.
You’re moaning with every thrust now, incoherent, your hands clawing at the sheets.
“Louder,” she growls. “Let me hear how much you love getting fucked.”
“F-fuck—Ryujin—”
“That’s it.”
Her rhythm picks up. Not rushed, but powerful. Focused. Each thrust knocks the breath out of you, and she watches your face the entire time—lives for the way your mouth falls open, the way your eyes glaze over.
“You’re mine,” she says through gritted teeth. “Every fucking inch of you.”
You nod frantically, tears slipping free.
“You’re taking it so well, baby. Look at you—so wet, so fucking full.”
She leans down, cock still buried deep inside you. Her voice drops to a whisper.
“Wanna come around my strap like a good little toy?”
“Yes,” you gasp. “Please, please—”
“Then earn it.”
She changes the angle—hips grinding forward harder now, pressing deep—and your entire body jerks. The pressure’s unbearable, right there, right fucking there. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you down onto her cock over and over like she owns you.
“Let me see it,” she whispers against your mouth. “Break for me.”
And you do.
Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your whole body convulsing around the strap, back arching off the bed, a choked cry ripping from your throat. Ryujin doesn’t stop—keeps fucking you through it, holding you down while your cunt clenches helplessly around the thick silicone, soaking her.
“That’s it,” she groans. “So pretty when you come for me.”
Your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow bursts. Your body’s limp but twitching, trembling with aftershocks, thighs quivering around Ryujin’s waist. The strap’s still buried inside you—deep, snug, unrelenting—and she hasn’t moved yet.
But she’s watching you.
Her hands are still on your waist. Her eyes are dark, hungry, taking in every flicker of exhaustion on your face.
“You think I’m done?” she says softly. “You think you’re finished already?”
You don’t answer fast enough.
She slams her hips forward.
You scream.
The sound tears straight out of you, loud and broken and needy. Your hands shoot to her arms instinctively—clinging, grabbing, begging.
“Ryujin—wait—”
“Wait?” She laughs, breathless and amused. “You wanted this.”
Another thrust—deeper.
“You asked me for this cock.”
She pounds into you again. Your whole body jolts.
“You fucking begged.”
Your moans fall apart into sobs. It’s too much. You’re too full. Your clit aches, your cunt pulses with every thrust, but Ryujin is relentless. The strap fucks into you fast now, her rhythm sharp and steady, cock hitting your sweet spot over and over like she’s trying to ruin you.
“Tell me you love it,” she hisses.
“I—fuck—I do—I love it—”
“You love getting fucked until you cry, don’t you?”
You nod frantically, tears sliding down your cheeks. “Yes—yes—please don’t stop—”
“Not planning to.”
She grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, pressing her body down over yours. Her weight feels perfect—heavy and grounding, her skin slick against yours, her breath hot against your mouth.
She rolls her hips hard. The strap drags just right—thick and deep and so damn good it makes your vision blur.
“Look at you,” she murmurs. “All fucked out and I haven’t even come close to breaking you yet.”
You sob again. You can’t help it. Every nerve is raw. Your body doesn’t know what to do with the pleasure anymore—it just trembles, clenches, spills more slick onto the sheets.
“Please—Ryujin—I can’t—”
“You can.”
She lets go of your wrists and slides a hand between your bodies—finds your clit instantly, starts circling it with slow, firm pressure.
You scream.
“Don’t you dare come without permission,” she growls.
You’re nodding before you can think. “I won’t—I’ll be good—I’ll be good—”
“You’ll take every fucking drop I give you.”
Your hips jerk up into her, desperate, mindless.
“Say it,” she snaps.
“I’ll take it—oh my god—I’ll take it all—”
She keeps fucking you through the tears, through the twitching, through the way your thighs try to close and your hands grab at her shoulders for something to hold onto.
And then she leans down and kisses your cheek—right where a tear rolls down.
“So pretty when you cry,” she whispers.
Her thumb rubs harder.
“Come for me.”
You fall apart.
Your orgasm rips through you, more violent than the first—your body convulsing under hers, mouth open in a silent sob, pussy clenching around the strap so tight it feels like you’re never going to come back down.
Ryujin fucks you through it. Holds you open. Doesn’t slow down until your hips collapse back onto the mattress, spent and shaking, your skin slick with sweat and your face wet with tears.
She pulls out slow.
Your legs twitch. You sob once more, soft and overwhelmed.
Ryujin kisses your shoulder and slides down beside you, finally letting you breathe.
“You did so good,” she murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Took everything I gave you.”
You whimper something unintelligible, body limp and shaking in the sheets.
She pulls you into her arms, strap still hanging from her hips, your cunt still dripping against her thigh.
“You’re mine,” she whispers. “You know that, right?”
The room is quiet now—except for your breathing, uneven and shallow against her chest.
Ryujin has one arm wrapped around your waist, the other trailing soft, grounding touches over your back. Her strap’s still on, but she hasn’t moved to take it off yet. She’s too focused on you—your flushed skin, your wet lashes, the way you’re still twitching slightly in her arms.
“You okay?” she murmurs.
You nod, too tired to speak.
“Color?”
“Green,” you whisper. “I’m okay.”
She hums and presses a kiss to your temple. “You did so good for me.”
You melt into her.
She finally shifts—reaching down to undo the harness, sliding the strap off and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. You’re still pressed against her thigh, the inside of your legs sticky, your cunt raw and used and aching in the best way.
“I made a mess,” you mumble, cheeks hot.
Ryujin smiles. “You always do.”
She leans over the bed and grabs a towel she’d set aside earlier—because she always thinks ahead, always plans for how wrecked you’ll be. She wipes you down gently, careful around the most sensitive parts, her touch slow and reverent.
Every now and then, she pauses to press a kiss to your inner thigh.
To your belly.
To the corner of your mouth.
“You took me so well,” she murmurs. “You should see yourself.”
You whimper softly, still dazed.
“You’ve never looked prettier than you do right now,” she adds, brushing hair back from your face. “All flushed and fucked out, all mine.”
You manage a faint smile. “Yours.”
“Always.”
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