#ryujin itzy

Lia

for Vixen

Lia blushes at first but melts on camera. She excels in romantic, intimate scenes with soft lighting, silk sheets, and passionate eye contact. She gives slow, sloppy blowjobs with her pretty lips, moaning sweetly around cock. In missionary, her big doe eyes water beautifully as she takes thrust after thrust. Her melodic voice whimpers in pleasure.

Her body is incredibly responsive. She trembles and cums easily, legs wrapped tightly around her costar's hips as she begs.

“Please cum inside me…”

Her innocent-looking face contrasting with how greedily she takes load after load makes her extremely popular.

Ryujin

for Blacked Raw

Ryujin smirks at the camera before dropping to her knees, spitting on big black cocks and deepthroating aggressively. Ryujin loves getting manhandled. Rough doggy style, hair pulling, and choking while moaning.

“Fuck me harder with that big cock.”

She throws it back enthusiastically, her toned body glistening with sweat as she gets pounded. Ryujin takes massive creampies and facials without hesitation, often smirking arrogantly right after being filled. Most of her videos end with her stumbling out of a random hotel room, her hair and makeup a mess, her clothes not properly put together.

Chaeryeong

for Tushy

Chaeryeong’s elegant body and dedicated personality make her perfect for Tushy’s anal-focused content.

She starts shy but becomes incredibly needy once her ass is stretched. Her long legs and flexibility allow for beautiful positions as she takes sometimes several cocks in a row. Chaeryeong moans gracefully, face buried in the sheets while pushing back.

"It’s so deep in my ass…You're gaping me...”

Her favourite are slow, soft anal scenes that gradually turn intense. Most of her videos are more girlfriend themed. She's knwon for her sweet, slow moaning scenes, that turn into rough pounding, until her body gives out. Her graceful movements and the way her body trembles after intense orgasms make every scene mesmerizing. Viewers love her elegant beauty getting ruined by how hard her costars ruin her toward the ends of her scenes.

Yuna

for Tushy Raw

Yuna bounces around the set with her usual playful smile, but once the scene starts, that innocent energy turns into something much filthier. Yuna loves getting her tight ass stretched on camera. She starts by teasing the viewer, spreading her cheeks and giggling nervously before moaning loudly as a thick cock pushes into her ass.

“It’s so big… but I can take it."

She says in her cutest voice that quickly becomes desperate.

Her flexibility shines as she gets folded into deep anal positions with her favorite, reverse cowgirl where she bounces energetically, ass rippling with every drop. Yuna is vocal and enthusiastic even in the rawest scenes, moaning shamelessly, pushing back for more, and giggling between gasps when it feels especially intense. She takes rough, deep anal pounding without hesitation, her pretty face contorting in pleasure as she cums hard from her ass being fucked.

Compared to Chaeryeong, she doesn't need to start slow. Some of her scenes start with going right into the action without foreplay at all. Just Yuna, bent over, someone already using her ass.

“Babe, if we miss this flight because you’re dancing in the middle of the terminal, I’m leaving you here.”

“You’d cry without me.”

“I’d sleep peacefully.”

Meanwhile, Lia and Oliver were sharing one pair of headphones while Oliver held all three of their bags because Lia ‘didn’t feel like carrying anything heavy today.’ 

But he did that without complaint. So, some brownie points for him.

Chaeryeong and Bobby were arguing over snacks. “You got sour candy?” Chaeryeong asked in disgust.

“It’s the best kind of candy.”

“It tastes like battery acid.”

“You taste like battery acid.”

Yeji and John watched all of them with the exhausted expression of teachers supervising children on a school excursion.

And then there was Y/n.

Standing with a coffee in one hand and a suitcase in the other while staring at Ryujin across the terminal with visible irritation.

Ryujin noticed immediately. “What?” she asked flatly.

“You sat in the seat I was sitting in.”

She looked down at the chair beside her. “There are literally fifty empty seats. Go sit in one of those.”

“Yeah, but you’re in mine.”

“You went to the bathroom, I came and saw the seat was empty so I sat in it. If it really bothered you then you would have said something sooner.”

“You seem comfortable though. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

Ryujin narrowed her eyes. “You’re annoying before sunrise. That should be studied.”

Y/n smirked slightly. “And you’re mean before coffee.”

“After coffee too.”

“Believe me, I noticed.”

Yeji pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please. I’m begging you both. The vacation hasn’t even started.”

“Oh it started,” Bobby muttered. “War has already begun.”

Barry looked between Y/n and Ryujin with the excitement of someone watching a reality show unfold in real time.

“How long do we think before one of them commits a felony?”

“Twenty minutes,” Chaeryeong answered immediately.

“Bold,” Lia said. “I give it ten.”

Ryujin crossed her arms. “You all act like I’m the problem.” 

Seven people looked at her silently. 

She scoffed. “Wow.”

Y/n took a sip of his coffee. “This feels targeted.”

“Because you’re both terrible,” Yuna replied cheerfully.

Before either of them could answer, John suddenly looked up from his phone.

“Wait a minute.”

Everyone paused.

John frowned. “Why does it say our gate changed?”

“Oh my god don’t joke about that,” Lia said.

“I’m not joking.”

Yeji grabbed his phone immediately. “Gate 32?! We’re at 14!”

“Are you serious?” Oliver groaned.

Yuna screamed dramatically while trying to drag her suitcase behind her. Barry grabbed her hood before she could run in the wrong direction.

Bobby nearly dropped half the snacks he bought. Chaeryeong was yelling at him. “Leave the lollies behind, we're gonna be late!”

“Hey I paid for these!.” Bobby yelled.

“Your life matters more than some lollies!!.”

“Uhhh nooo!”

Meanwhile, Y/n started walking ahead before stopping abruptly.

Ryujin wasn’t behind him.

He turned.

She was crouched beside the gate, visibly struggling with the zipper of her overstuffed carry-on bag.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he muttered.

Ryujin looked up immediately. “Don’t just stand there looking irritated. Help me.”

“You packed your suitcase like you were fleeing the country.” He walked towards her and leaned down.

“It’s called options.”

“It’s called a fire hazard. I can’t believe you paid more money just for more clothes.”

“Shut up would you.”

The zipper snagged again. Ryujin cursed under her breath and yanked harder. 

The suitcase burst open instantly.

Clothes spilled everywhere.

A pair of socks hit Y/n directly in the chest.

Then Bobby lost his mind laughing from across the terminal.

“Oh my GOD.” Ryujin looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole.

Y/n stared down at the clothes scattered around the floor before looking back at her slowly. “…You brought three pairs of boots?”

“I didn’t ask for commentary.”

“You’re here for two weeks. And it's a Vila!”

“And?”

“You packed like a divorced dad starting over.”

Ryujin pointed at him threateningly. “Help me or die.”

Y/n let out a sigh, grabbing clothes off the floor while Ryujin aggressively shoved things back into the suitcase.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“You folded these terribly,” Y/n said.

Ryujin looked offended. “Why are you judging my folding technique?”

“Because this shirt looks like it lost a fight.”

“It’s going in a suitcase. Not a museum.”

“You’re so aggressive all the time.”

“You bring it out in me.”

Y/n smirked slightly without meaning to.

Ryujin noticed immediately.

And unfortunately. She noticed he looked annoyingly good when he smiled.

Which was irritating. So very irritating.

“Stop looking smug,” she muttered.

“You were staring at me.”

“I was looking at the shirt.”

“The shirt is in my hand.”

“Exactly. Tragic.”

Before Y/n could answer, John said from after running back to us. “Yeji told me to tell you ‘If the two of them keep flirting, we are going to miss our flight.’ And I am here to tell you to hurry the fuck up.”

Both of them froze.

“We are NOT flirting,” Ryujin snapped immediately.

Y/n stood up with her suitcase. “Trust me, I’d rather walk into the ocean.”

Ryujin grabbed the handle from him aggressively. “Good. Do that.”

“Frankly, I don’t care so hurry up.” Then he walked away from them.

But when they started hurrying toward the gate again, neither of them noticed the tiny smile pulling at Yeji’s lips.

Or the way Bobby leaned toward Barry whispering, “Five bucks says they kiss before the vacation ends.”

Barry shook his head. “Make it ten. The tension is insane.”

————————————

The flight was worse. 

They had to interact before the trip and that already wasn't good. 

Both of them mentally agreed to avoid each other for the duration of the trip.

But because through a series of unfortunate events that absolutely were not ‘accidental’ according to their friends, Y/n and Ryujin ended up seated together.

“You switched the seating arrangement,” Y/n accused immediately.

John looked deeply offended. “I would never manipulate a situation for entertainment.” As he said the sentence a smile slowly formed. 

Like he was trying to hold back a laugh but failing miserably.

“You smiled while saying that.”

“Because I’m excited for the vacation.”

“Liar.”

Ryujin dropped dramatically into the window seat and immediately shoved her headphones over her ears.

“If you touch me during this flight,” she said flatly, “I’m reporting you to airport security.”

“I’d rather jump out of the plane.”

“Can both of you flirt quieter please?” Yuna called from the row behind them.

“We are not flirting,” they both snapped instantly.

The entire group burst into laughter.

Ryujin groaned and turned toward the window. Y/n rolled his eyes before settling back in his seat.

This was going to be a long flight.

Unfortunately for him, Ryujin looked annoyingly good today. She had her hair out and it was parted perfectly, her outfit was so simple yet she made it look good.

And unfortunately for her, Y/n somehow looked even better when he was irritated. His jaw was clenched and he had a tank top on that she saw while he was putting their bags up in the compartment.

Not that either of them would ever admit any of that to their face.

————————————

The plane finally took off smoothly enough.

For about ten minutes it was smooth sailing, or flying in this sense.

Then turbulence hit.

The first shake was mild, not too much to stress about.

The second was worse.

By the third sudden drop, Ryujin’s entire body had gone tense beside him.

Not obvious enough for most people to notice.

But Y/n noticed immediately. 

Of course he did.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the armrest. Her jaw clenched. She stared out the window way too hard like she was trying to intimidate the clouds into calming down.

Y/n glanced sideways at her. “You scared?”

Ryujin looked at him like she wanted him dead. “No.”

The plane jolted roughly again. Her grip tightened harder.

Y/n bit back a smile. “You look terrified.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You might throw up first.”

She punched him hard in the ribs.

He coughed dramatically. “Violent too. Interesting combination.”

“You’re unbelievably annoying.”

“And yet you keep talking to me.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes and looked back out the window again.

The plane dipped suddenly this time, enough for a few passengers to gasp quietly.

Ryujin inhaled sharply beside him before she could stop herself.

Y/n looked over immediately. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You still sound terrified.”

“I sound fine.”

A flight attendant walked by with the drink cart a few minutes later. “Can I get either of you something?”

“Alcohol please,” Ryujin answered immediately.

Y/n turned toward her slowly. “It’s ten in the morning.”

“And?”

The flight attendant smiled politely. “What would you like?”

“The strongest thing you have.”

“She’ll take water,” Y/n interrupted calmly.

Ryujin looked personally betrayed. “Excuse me?”

“She gets mean when dehydrated.”

“I’m already mean.”

“Exactly. We’re preventing escalation.”

The flight attendant nearly laughed while handing Ryujin the water bottle. 

Ryujin accepted it with narrowed eyes.

“I hate you.”

“That’s okay. Your survival matters to me.”

“That was disgustingly sincere.”

“Sorry it won’t happen again.”

She glared at him suspiciously before finally muttering,  “…Thanks.”

Y/n pretended not to hear it.

“You two are a cute couple.” Then the flight attendant said and walked away before either of them could respond.

“We’re not a couple.” Ryujin stated.

“She walked away. She can’t hear you.”

“Just clarifying it.”

A few rows behind them, Bobby leaned forward between the seats. “You guys are kinda acting like an old married couple.”

Two death stares immediately hit him.

Bobby leaned back quickly. “Right. Okay. Never mind.”

Chaeryeong snorted beside him. “No no, keep going. I’m invested.”

The turbulence suddenly worsened. The plane jolted violently enough that drinks rattled on nearby tray tables.

Ryujin stiffened immediately.

Y/n noticed her hand gripping the armrest so hard her knuckles turned white. “You know glaring at the sky won’t stabilize the aircraft, right?” he asked quietly.

“I’m visualizing your funeral.”

“That’s kinda sweet.”

“It’s incredibly detailed too.”

Then the plane dropped sharply. A few people gasped.

And before Ryujin could stop herself, her hand shot out and grabbed his.

Y/n froze, as did she.

Her fingers were wrapped around his hand firmly, warm against his skin, grip instinctive and desperate enough to make his heartbeat trip over itself.

Y/n slowly looked down.

Ryujin did too.

Their eyes locked onto their joined hands at the exact same moment.

Ryujin visibly realized what she’d done.

Her eyes widened slightly. Then she slowly looked up at him. 

And unfortunately, he was already staring at her.

He had a calm look on his face, like he wasn’t teasing her for what she did.

Ryujin immediately let go like she’d touched fire.

“Nope.” She physically shoved his hand away afterward like she needed to erase the moment from existence. “That did not happen.”

Y/n blinked once. “You grabbed my hand.”

“No, I grabbed the seat.”

“You grabbed my hand.”

“The lighting is bad here.”

“You interlocked your fingers.”

“I was fighting for survival.” A smile started pulling at the corner of Y/n’s mouth. Ryujin pointed at him instantly. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Look smug. I can see it happening.”

“You held my hand.”

“The plane was falling out of the sky!”

“We dropped like three feet.”

“That’s enough feet!”

Y/n laughed quietly under his breath.

And Ryujin hated the fact that the sound made heat crawl up her neck. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she muttered.

“A little.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure.”

Another bump shook the plane lightly.

This time Ryujin grabbed the armrest aggressively before slowly glancing sideways.

Y/n noticed and without saying anything, he rested his hand casually on the armrest between them. Not touching hers but just there. As an option.

Ryujin looked down at it, then at him.

He shrugged slightly, eyes still forward. “In case the plane drops another terrifying three feet.”

She stared at him for a long moment. Then rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re unbelievably annoying.”

But a few minutes later, when the turbulence hit again, her hand slid quietly back into his anyway. This time she didn’t let go immediately and neither did he.

From behind them, Bobby saw the whole thing and nearly lost his mind. He smacked Barry’s arm repeatedly. “Look.”

Barry leaned over slightly. Then immediately grinned. “Oh that’s insane.”

Yuna peeked between the seats next. “They’re holding hands?”

“We are witnessing history,” Chaeryeong whispered dramatically.

Meanwhile, Ryujin finally noticed the whole group staring. Her eyes widened in horror. She immediately dropped Y/n’s hand again. “Stop looking over here!”

“We literally didn’t say anything,” Lia laughed.

“You were thinking, I saw it in your faces.”

Y/n leaned back in his seat with the smallest smirk imaginable.

Ryujin looked over at him instantly. “You’re never speaking about this.”

“I don’t know,” he said casually. “I think it was a pretty big moment for us.”

Her jaw dropped. “Us?!”

“The relationship development was beautiful.”

“There is no relationship!”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

Ryujin stared at him in genuine disbelief. Then grabbed her  neck pillow and hit him directly in the face with it.

The entire group burst into laughter while Y/n just laughed harder.

And annoyingly, Ryujin had to turn toward the window again to hide the fact she was smiling too.

————————————

The villa was ridiculous.

Massive windows overlooked the ocean. The infinity pool practically melted into the horizon. There were fairy lights hanging across the patio and a private beach path leading straight to the water.

Yuna screamed the second she walked inside. “Oh my god we’re rich.”

“We’re literally not, but okay,” Barry said.

“Shhh Let me pretend.” She held up a hand to Barry.

The group immediately rushed to choose rooms. 

John and Yeji claimed the upstairs master bedroom. 

Lia and Oliver took the room with the balcony. 

Yuna and Barry took the room closest to the living room. 

Chaeryeong and Bobby disappeared into the room closest to the kitchen because Bobby needed ‘immediate snack access.’

Which left one room. Only one. Y/n looked at it. Then at Ryujin. Then back to the room. “No.”

“Yes,” Yeji said instantly.

“No.”

“There’s only one room left.”

“There are couches aren’t there.”

“There’s one couch,” Oliver corrected.

“Perfect, I'll take it.”

“You’re too tall for it.”

“I’ll curl.”

Ryujin crossed her arms. “I’m not sharing a room with him for two weeks.”

“You’ll survive,” Yuna said.

“No she won’t,” Bobby added cheerfully. “But it’ll be entertaining.”

Ryujin shoved the bedroom door open. Then froze. “…There’s one bed.” Dead silence. 

Then Barry started laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall.

Y/n looked genuinely betrayed. “You people planned this.”

“Okay, we didn’t plan the one bed,” Lia said.

“We hoped for it though,” Chaeryeong admitted.

Ryujin turned slowly toward the group. “I hate every single one of you.”

“Love you too!” Yeji called as she walked away.

Y/n walked into the room behind Ryujin and immediately stopped too. The bed was huge. Big enough that it somehow made the situation feel worse.

Soft white sheets, too many pillows, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.

It looked less like a vacation bedroom and more like the honeymoon suite in a romance movie.

“Oh this is evil,” Ryujin muttered.

Bobby appeared behind them and looked inside and gasped dramatically. “Oh my god it’s so romantic.”

Y/n grabbed Ryujin’s neck pillow and threw it directly at his face. “Get out.”

Bobby caught it while laughing. “I’m just saying, the universe clearly wants something here.” He threw it back to Y/n.

“The universe needs to mind its business,” Ryujin snapped.

Chaeryeong peeked around the doorway next and immediately started grinning. “There’s even mood lighting.”

“Leave,” Y/n said louder this time.

Eventually the group scattered after enough teasing, though not before Yuna whispered a very suspicious “good luck” to Ryujin on the way out.

The second the door shut behind everyone, silence filled the room. Y/n dropped his suitcase beside the dresser with a sigh.

Ryujin stood near the bed staring at it like it had personally ruined her life. “This is a nightmare.”

“You say that like I’m excited.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I am not.”

“You literally are.”

Y/n rubbed a hand over his face. “Fine. I’m smiling because your suffering is entertaining.”

“That’s psychotic.”

“And yet somehow not inaccurate.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes before walking toward the bathroom. “I’m showering first.”

“Why do you get the first shower?”

“Because I’ll fight you for it. And win.”

“…That’s fair.”

She smirked slightly before disappearing into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. 

A few seconds later Y/n heard her muffled voice through the door. “And don’t touch my stuff.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m stealing your shampoo.”

“Try it. I dare you.”

Y/n laughed quietly to himself before sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped softly beneath him. It was comfortable. He looked around the room again.

One bed. One room. For two weeks.

This was either going to end in murder or mental damage.

Probably both.

A while later the bathroom door opened and Ryujin walked out with damp hair and an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder slightly.

Y/n looked up automatically. Then immediately wished he hadn’t. Because now his brain was being annoying.

Ryujin noticed him staring almost instantly. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You made a face.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You absolutely did.”

Y/n stood up quickly and grabbed his clothes. “I’m going for a shower.”

Ryujin narrowed her eyes suspiciously as he walked past her, “Wait.”

Y/n paused near the bathroom door. “What?”

Ryujin pointed toward the bed seriously. “I’m sleeping on the left side.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“It’s the only reason you’re getting.”

“You’re unbelievably controlling.”

“And you’re unbelievably irritating.”

Y/n stared at her for a second before nodding slowly. “Fine.”

Ryujin blinked. “Fine?”

“Yeah.”

“That was too easy. Normally you’d fight me with this sort of thing.”

“I’m choosing peace this time.”

“That’s suspicious behavior.”

“Maybe I’m growing as a person.”

“I liked you better when you were openly terrible.”

Y/n smirked slightly before disappearing into the bathroom. Ryujin stared at the closed door afterward. 

Then frowned at herself. Because somehow, their arguing felt different now. 

And that was concerning. 

Especially because she kept thinking about the plane. About grabbing his hand. About the stupid smug look on his face afterward.

Ryujin groaned quietly and dropped backward onto the bed. And that was a big mistake.

Because the mattress was ridiculously soft and comfortable. 

“Okay,” she muttered to herself while staring at the ceiling. “Maybe two weeks in this bed won’t kill me…Unfortunately.”

————————————

That first night together in the same bed was awful.

Ryujin stole the blanket. Y/n stole it back.

She shoved him with her foot. He pulled the blanket again.

At one point around three in the morning, she accidentally rolled too close to him in her sleep and woke up immediately when she realized her arm was pressed against his chest. 

She jerked away so fast she nearly fell off the bed.

Y/n opened one eye tiredly. “You good?”

“Move over.”

“You came toward me.”

“In your dreams.”

“Sorry, you’re not my type.”

Ryujin stared at him in disbelief. “You’re actually unbearable.”

“Go to sleep.” 

She huffed and turned away from him again.

But neither of them could sleep properly after that. Every tiny movement they made became noticeable. 

The mattress dipping slightly whenever one of them shifted. The sound of breathing in the otherwise quiet room. The occasional brush of their legs under the blanket that immediately made both of them move away again like they’d been electrocuted.

At one point Ryujin aggressively tugged the blanket back toward herself. Y/n tugged harder. “Stop stealing it,” he mumbled sleepily.

“You’re built like a heater. You don’t need it.”

“You literally wrapped yourself into a burrito.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Y/n opened one eye again. “You’re talking a lot for someone who has imagined my death.”

Ryujin rolled back over. “Shut up and go to sleep.”

A quiet laugh escaped him before he could stop it.

Ryujin noticed because for some reason, hearing Y/n laugh when he was half-asleep sounded different. 

She stared at the ceiling for a long moment afterward. Then sighed dramatically. “This room is cursed.”

“Probably,” Y/n muttered, eyes closed.

“You being in here confirms it.”

“You rolled toward me.”

Ryujin whipped around immediately. “Can you let that go?”

“No, I don't feel like it.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, Ryujin shifted carefully onto her side, trying to force herself to sleep. 

“Ryujin.”

“What?”

There was a pause. “You kick in your sleep.”

She blinked in disbelief. “I what?”

“You almost broke my knee like twenty minutes ago.”

“That sounds fake.”

“It isn’t.”

“Be serious.”

“I’m fighting for my life over here.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes even though he probably couldn’t see it in the dark.

Then quietly, “…Sorry.”

Y/n went silent for a second. “…Was that an apology?”

“Shut up.”

“I should record this.”

“You should really shut up.”

Another quiet laugh.

The teasing stopped.

But even after Ryujin eventually drifted off, Y/n stayed awake a little longer staring up at the ceiling.

Because annoyingly enough, sharing a bed with Ryujin wasn’t nearly as horrible as he thought it would be.

And that realisation felt way much worse than the one-bed situation itself.

————————————

The next 2 days should’ve been fun. 

And despite all odds, they were. Beach trips, late-night swims, restaurants by the water, group photos and stupid board games.

But somehow, Y/n and Ryujin kept ending up together when teams were involved. 

On the first day, during beach volleyball, they were forced onto the same team. “You’re terrible at this,” Ryujin complained.

“You're the one who missed the ball three times.”

“The sun was in my eyes.”

“The sun was behind you.”

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Because–” He shut up.

“Oh look. Finally found a way to shut you up.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head and yet there was a smile on his face. That just would not go away.

After the volleyball game, when they rented scooters to explore the coastline, Ryujin got lost because she refused to follow directions. “I told you to turn left.”

“You said your other left.”

“You know what I meant.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You absolutely did.”

And somehow they still ended up laughing by the end of it. Actually laughing. Not sarcastic laughs. Real ones.

That should’ve been alarming. It definitely felt alarming. 

Especially because Y/n kept catching himself staring at her.

At dinner or at the beach or even at random moments when she laughed too hard or rolled her eyes or brushed her hair out of her face. 

And Ryujin noticed every single time. 

But at the same time, Ryujin was also staring whenever he wasn’t.

“You keep looking at me,” she said one evening while everyone sat around at the table beside the pool.

Y/n nearly choked on his drink. “No I don’t.”

“You do.”

“You’re obsessed with yourself.”

Ryujin smirked slightly. “Maybe you’re obsessed with me.”

Everyone at the table immediately went silent.

Barry slowly lowered his drink. “Oh damn.”

“Did you see that?” Bobby asked dramatically. “The sexual tension just punched me in the face.”

“Shut up,” Y/n muttered.

But Ryujin was smiling into her drink. A real smile. And for some reason, that made his chest feel weird.

It only got worse after the first day. 

Because now Y/n started noticing things he absolutely should not have been noticing.

Things like how Ryujin always stole fries off other people’s plates even after insisting she ‘wasn’t hungry.’ or how she got competitive over literally everything or even how when she laughed, she laughed with her whole body. 

And it wasn’t just him. Ryujin also noticed things too.

Like how Y/n always walked on the outside closest to the road without thinking about it or how he gave his hoodie to people whenever they complained about being cold while pretending he was annoyed about it or how he always handed her the blue gummies from Bobby’s candy bags because he overheard her mention once that they were her favorite.

Which was stupid. And stupidly thoughtful.

————————————

The next day came warm and bright, sunlight spilling across the ocean in glittering streaks as the group piled onto a rented snorkeling boat near the cliffs.

The water was ridiculously blue. The kind of blue that looked fake in photos.

“I don’t trust it.” Yuna stated as the boat stopped.

Lia blinked. “It’s water.”

“It’s deep water,” Yuna corrected.

“Same thing.”

“No. Pools are water. This.” Yuna pointed dramatically toward the ocean. “This is where creatures live.”

“Fish?” Barry asked.

“Demons.”

Chaeryeong snorted loudly.

The instructor at the front of the boat continued explaining safety rules while Yuna looked one mild inconvenience away from crying. “And remember,” the instructor smiled, “the fish here are very friendly.”

“Absolutely not,” Yuna muttered.

A few minutes later everyone started gearing up.

“Ahhhh!!” Yuna immediately panicked the second she saw a fish bigger than her hand. “Why is it looking at me like that!?”

“Um, maybe because you just screamed at it,” Barry laughed.

“It knows I’m scared!”

“Fish don’t think like that.”

“You don’t know its motives!”

Lia doubled over laughing while Chaeryeong filmed the entire thing on her phone. “This is blackmail material forever.”

“I hate all of you,” Yuna muttered.

Meanwhile, Ryujin sat at the edge of the boat trying to adjust her flippers while muttering insults under her breath. “These things were designed by people who hate feet.”

“You’re struggling with footwear,” Y/n said from behind her.

“I’m about to struggle to hold back from punching you if you keep talking.”

Y/n crouched beside her before she could protest and fixed the strap quickly. Ryujin blinked. “There you go.”

“I could’ve done that.”

“Mhm.”

“I could.”

“Sure.”

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Why are you being nice?”

Y/n looked genuinely confused. “I’m just helping you.”

“That’s unusual behavior coming from you.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet you’re still nice to me.”

That shut him up faster than expected. Ryujin noticed immediately. 

And unfortunately, so did everyone else.

Chaeryeong looked between them slowly before leaning toward Lia. “Oh they’re doomed.”

“Absolutely doomed,” Lia whispered back.

Tiny schools of fish swam around the cliffs beneath them, sunlight cutting through the water in shimmering beams. Coral lined parts of the rock walls, bright colors hidden beneath the surface.

Even Yuna slowly stopped panicking after a while. “Well…” she admitted quietly. “Okay maybe this is kind of pretty.”

“Character development,” Chaeryeong whispered.

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After snorkeling, they went back to the villa before ordering food deliveroo. (idk if the place they are in has that but who cares.) 

The group sat around outside eating takeout while music played softly from someone’s speaker. 

The song that was playing now was Rizz by Xlov. I think.

Everyone was relaxed in that sleepy vacation kind of way. The kind of sleepiness that comes after a full day of activities.

Ryujin sat cross-legged on one of the outdoor lounge chairs while Y/n sat on the ground beside her scrolling through his phone.

At some point Ryujin leaned over closely to look at something on his screen. He was scrolling though his spotify playlists. She saw that one of his playlists' names was ‘I Don’t Even Know.’ She wondered what songs could possibly be in it.

Y/n could smell her shampoo again. That same stupid scent that had been ruining his life ever since they started sharing a room.

Ryujin pointed at his phone. “Your music taste is awful.”

“You can’t judge. You listen to sad girl playlists voluntarily.”

“They’re emotionally layered.”

“They sound like someone crying in a bathtub.”

She gasped dramatically. “You uncultured man.”

Y/n laughed quietly. Ryujin paused for half a second. Because there it was again. That laugh. 

And suddenly she became very aware of how close they were sitting.

The realization hit both of them at the same time.

Ryujin slowly leaned back in her seat. Y/n looked away from her to look towards the ocean.

Neither spoke for a second too long. “Okay this is getting ridiculous,” Yuna announced suddenly. 

She pointed directly at Y/n and Ryujin. “Whatever weird thing is happening here? It’s getting worse every day.”

“There’s nothing happening,” Ryujin answered immediately.

“Then why do you look at each other like that?”

“Like what?” Y/n asked carefully.

“Like you wanna fight and fuck at the same time,” Bobby answered before Yuna could. John started choking on his drink laughing.

Ryujin looked horrified. “What kind of statement is that?”

“A truthful one,” Yeji said calmly.

Lia nodded. “The tension in the villa is actually insane.” She said with an accent.

“Stop quoting Love Island. You’re all projecting,” Y/n muttered.

Barry looked genuinely offended. “Brother, we watched her hold your hand on the plane.”

“That was survival instinct!”

“You spaced out the entire flight. No music, no movies, you didn't even read.” Chaeryeong added.

Y/n immediately pointed at her. “You’re exaggerating.”

“You looked at her like she invented happiness,” Bobby said.

The entire table exploded. Ryujin nearly dropped her drink. “HE WHAT?”

“I do not!”

“You absolutely do,” Lia laughed.

Y/n buried his face into his hands while everyone else lost their minds around him.

And through all the chaos,  Ryujin looked over at him. 

Hair messy from the wind, face red from embarrassment, trying and failing not to smile while everyone teased him.

And annoyingly, her chest felt weird now too.

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By the third night, everything had changed.

Because every argument suddenly sounded like flirting. Every glance lasted too long. Every ‘accidental’ touch felt intentional.

That night the group sat around a bonfire near the beach. The sky was a dark blue, waves were crashing softly nearby while the fire lit everyone’s faces in warm orange.

Yeji sat between John’s legs while he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders.

Lia rested against Oliver sleepily.

Yuna was laughing so hard at something Barry said that she nearly fell sideways into the sand.

And Ryujin…

Ryujin sat across from Y/n with the firelight flickering across her face. Her hair moved softly in the breeze. Her eyes looked warmer tonight. 

Y/n couldn’t stop staring. He tried. He genuinely tried. But every time she laughed, his eyes found her again.

Then, she looked up. Straight at him.

Their eyes locked. And neither of them looked away this time.

The noise around them faded. Everyone else disappeared. For a second it felt like they were the only two people there.

Ryujin’s expression shifted slightly to something more soft. 

Y/n’s heartbeat picked up embarrassingly fast.

Then Bobby decided to ruin everything. “Oh my GOD just kiss already.”

The moment shattered instantly.

Ryujin looked away first.

Y/n grabbed a random stick and threw it at Bobby’s head. “Shut up.”

“I’m right! We were all thinking about it!”

“I’m going to kill you,” Ryujin added.

Bobby pointed between them dramatically. “Look at this! The defensiveness of them!”

“You’re obsessed with us,” Y/n muttered.

“With you?” Bobby gasped. “Brother, everyone here is obsessed with whatever weird enemies-to-lovers situation you two have going on.”

“There is no situation,” Ryujin shot back immediately.

“Right,” Barry said slowly. “And Yuna and I are just roommates.”

“We are roommates though,” Yuna argued.

“We do more than casual roommates do.”

“That’s irrelevant.”

Lia laughed into Oliver’s shoulder while Yeji watched Y/n and Ryujin carefully over the fire.

“You know,” Yeji said casually, “it’s kinda cute.”

Both of them turned instantly.

“It’s not cute,” Ryujin said.

“It is,” Chaeryeong answered.

Ryujin rolled her eyes dramatically and stood up. “I’m getting another drink.”

“I’ll come with you,” Y/n said automatically. Y/n looked horrified with himself immediately after the words left his mouth.

Ryujin stared at him for another second before turning toward the villa. “Whatever. Come then.”

The walk back up from the beach should’ve been normal. It  was anything but.

The air between them felt heavy now. Not awkward exactly. 

Neither of them spoke at first.

Only the sound of waves behind them and sand crunching softly beneath their feet.

“You really stared at me for like five minutes back there,” Ryujin said casually.

Y/n scoffed immediately. “You’re delusional.”

“Bobby was talking to you about ‘The Rookie.’”

“He talks about that show everyday. I've learned to tune him out.”

“Sure.” She said with a tone that shows that she is unconvinced.

Y/n glanced sideways at her.

Ryujin was smirking slightly while looking ahead.

And suddenly he realized something terrifying.

She knew.

Enough to notice. Enough to tease him about it. And that made things worse. 

When they reached the villa kitchen, Ryujin opened the fridge and grabbed two drinks before tossing one toward him.

Y/n caught it automatically. “Thanks.”

“You looked thirsty.”

“You’re being nice now. I don’t like it.”

Ryujin leaned against the counter. “Maybe vacation me is different.”

“Vacation you still threatened to drown me this morning.”

“You splashed me.”

“You splashed me first.” Y/n laughed quietly. 

That stupid real laugh she’d started noticing more often. Ryujin looked at him for a second too long afterward.

The kitchen suddenly felt smaller. 

The lights were dim in here compared to the fire outside.

The rest of the group was still distant enough that their voices blurred together.

Just the two of them standing there. 

Ryujin took a sip of her drink slowly before speaking again. “You’ve been weird lately.”

Y/n leaned back against the counter opposite her. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“You keep looking at me.”

His heartbeat stumbled immediately. “I don’t.”

“You literally do.”

“You’re imagining things again.”

Ryujin tilted her head slightly. “Am I?”

Y/n opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Because the problem was, she was right.

And judging by the way she was looking at him right now, she knew she was right too.

Then voices echoed from outside again. “HEY LOVE BIRDS,” Bobby yelled from somewhere near the patio. Both of them jumped slightly apart. “We can FEEL the tension from out here!”

Ryujin groaned loudly and threw her head back dramatically. “I’m going to kill him.”

“You’ll have to get in line,” Y/n muttered.

She looked back at him. He looked back at her.

And then, to both of their horror, they started laughing at the exact same time.

————————————

Later that night, they returned to their room in silence. And it was the tense kind of silence.

The kind where every movement felt noticeable.

Ryujin stood by the balcony doors after changing into an oversized shirt and shorts, staring out toward the ocean.

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed pretending to scroll through his phone even though he’d been reading the same message over and over for five minutes.

The room was dimly lit. 

Quiet except for the waves outside.

Then Ryujin spoke softly. “You’ve been staring at me. A lot.”

Y/n looked up immediately. “And here I thought I was being subtle."

She turned slowly to face him. Her expression was unreadable now. “You’re not subtle.”

“You’re annoying.”

“But you keep looking at me.”

Y/n swallowed.

Ryujin walked closer. “You hate me,” she said quietly.

“You irritate me.”

“But?”

He looked up at her. And for the first time in years, he had absolutely nothing sarcastic to say.

Ryujin’s eyes flicked down briefly to his lips before meeting his eyes again. That tiny movement nearly killed him.

Y/n stood slowly from the bed. Now they were really too close. Neither moved away. Neither even tried to.

His voice came out rougher than expected. “Ryujin…”

Her breath caught slightly. And then, he finally made a move. One hand lifted slowly to her waist. Like he was giving her time to stop him. She didn’t. If anything, she stepped closer.

That alone nearly destroyed whatever self-control he had left. Y/n’s fingers tightened slightly against her waist as he pulled her in.

Ryujin looked up at him through lowered lashes, heartbeat visibly uneven now. Still neither of them spoke. 

Y/n leaned down slowly. Slow enough that she could’ve turned away. Could’ve laughed. Could’ve shoved him backward and called him an idiot.

Instead Ryujin’s hand slid lightly against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

And that tiny touch completely wrecked him. Their foreheads almost brushed. One breath apart. 

Y/n could feel her hesitation. Not uncertainty. Just disbelief. Like neither of them could fully process how they’d ended up here after years of fighting.

Ryujin let out the smallest nervous laugh. It barely sounded like her. “This is a terrible idea,” she whispered.

“Probably.”

“You’re still going to do it.”

“So are you.”

That finally pulled a tiny smile from her. 

Y/n swore his heart skipped.

Then Ryujin looked at his lips again. And that was it. Whatever restraint still existed between them snapped completely.

He kissed her. And immediately, everything exploded. The kiss was sharp at first. All the tension they’d been building for days crashing together at once.

Ryujin grabbed the front of his shirt instantly, pulling him closer while Y/n’s other hand moved to her waist.

It felt less like a first kiss and more like something inevitable finally happening. Like they’d been heading toward this for a while now without realizing it. Or maybe realizing it and pretending not to.

Y/n kissed her harder when she stepped fully into him. Ryujin made a quiet sound against his lips that nearly killed him on the spot.

Every sarcastic comment. Every lingering glance. Every accidental touch. Every stupid argument.

It had all led here. And somehow that made the kiss even worse. Or better.

Y/n genuinely couldn’t think anymore.

Ryujin pulled back barely enough to breathe. “This is still your fault,” she whispered breathlessly.

Y/n laughed softly against her lips. “You kissed me back.”

“You started it.”

“You walked over to me.”

“You were staring first.”

“Can we argue later?”

Ryujin looked at him for half a second before kissing him again instead. And that answer told him everything.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was hungry, desperate, months of tension and frustration pouring into a single point of contact. 

His lips crashed against hers, and she gasped against his mouth, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders. For a split second, she hesitated, and then she pulled him closer, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against her lower lip, asking for entry, and she gave it willingly, parting her lips with a soft moan that sent a jolt straight to his groin. 

He pressed his body against hers, feeling every curve, every line, the way her hips instinctively tilted into his. She tasted like the wine from dinner, sweet and faintly bitter, and something else, something that was entirely her.

His hand moved up from her waist, fingers curling around the hem of her shirt. 

He broke the kiss, breath ragged, forehead pressed against hers. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice strained.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark and hooded, her lips swollen and glossy. “Don’t.” That was all the permission he needed.

He pulled her shirt over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Her bra was black, simple, and utterly maddening. 

His hands found her waist again, thumbs tracing the soft skin just above the waistband of her shorts. She shivered under his touch, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt with trembling fingers.

“Hurry up,” he muttered against her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone.

“Shut up,” she breathed back, but there was no bite in it.

She got the last button undone and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands spread across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle ridges of muscle. 

He groaned when her nails scraped lightly down his stomach, stopping at the button of his pants.

He captured her mouth again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring her as his hands moved behind her to unclasp her bra. The fabric gave way, and he pulled it down her arms, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Her breasts were perfect. Full and firm, her nipples already peaked and begging for attention. 

He didn’t make her wait. His mouth found one, tongue circling the sensitive bud before pulling it between his lips. 

She gasped, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck, Y/n,” she whimpered.

The sound of his name on her lips, broken and desperate, drove him insane. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand sliding down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts, into the heat between her legs.

She was soaking wet.

He groaned against her skin, his fingers finding her clit, slick and swollen. She bucked against his hand, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

“Don’t talk,” she gasped, but she was grinding against his hand, chasing the friction.

He chuckled darkly, pulling his hand away, earning a frustrated whimper from her. 

He grabbed her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, in one swift motion. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, standing completely bare before him. For a moment, he just looked at her. 

The moonlight streaming through the curtains painted her skin in silver and shadow. She was beautiful, more beautiful than he had allowed himself to imagine.

“Stop staring,” she said, echoing his earlier words, but the blush creeping up her chest gave her away.

He turned her towards the bed and sat her down on the edge. “Never.” He then dropped to his knees.

Her eyes widened, but before she could say anything, his hands were on her thighs, spreading her open. He looked up at her, holding her gaze, as he leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up her slit.

She cried out, her hand flying to the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair. He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and teased, his tongue circling her clit before flicking it relentlessly. 

Her legs trembled, her breathing ragged, her moans filling the quiet room. “Y/n, I’m– I’m gonna– ” she stammered, her hips bucking against his face.

He doubled down, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard, his fingers sliding inside her, curling just right. 

She came with a scream, her body shuddering, her release flooding his mouth. 

He drank it in, licking her through every wave of pleasure until she was panting, boneless, leaning against the bed for support.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin on his face. 

She glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the way she was still trembling. “Your turn,” she said.

She stood up, wobbling a bit but still determined to continue, and pushed him toward the bed.

He went down willingly, his back hitting the soft mattress. She climbed on top of him, her hands working his jeans open, pulling them down his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, the tip slick with pre-cum.

She wrapped her hand around him, and he hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Someone’s eager,” she teased, a wicked glint in her eye.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” She responded by lowering her head and taking him into her mouth.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his hands fisting the sheets. She was good, too good. 

Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand working the shaft, before she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes.

It was too much. 

He pulled her up, flipping her onto her back before she could protest. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. "Still want to argue?" he whispered, his voice soft and slightly strained.

Ryujin reached up, her fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him down. "Shut up," she breathed, but the words were a caress.

The kiss that followed was slow and exploratory, a gradual release of all the tension they had built over the years. 

Y/n’s hands traveled carefully over her curves, tracing the line of her waist and hips with a reverence that made Ryujin’s breath hitch. Every touch was a question, and every soft moan she let out was an answer.

They moved together with a natural rhythm. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. He waited, making sure she was with him every step of the way.

As he pushed in, it wasn't a claim, but a homecoming. He entered her slowly, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate him, the feeling of her warmth enveloping him in a perfect, velvet grip. 

The sensation was electric, a slow-burn pleasure that radiated through both of them. Ryujin gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back slightly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him.

He stayed still for a long moment, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathing in tandem. He could feel her internal walls pulsing, welcoming him, her body instinctively clinging to his.

“Move,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of need and affection. “Please.”

And so, he did, starting with deep, deliberate thrusts. 

He moved with a soulful patience, each movement designed to maximize the sensation for her. He watched her face, the way her lips parted, the soft flush of her cheeks, the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure in her eyes. 

He picked up the pace gradually, the sound of their breathing and the soft friction of their skin filling the quiet room.

“Yes... just like that,” she murmured, her voice breaking as the pleasure began to peak.

Wanting to bring her all the way there, Y/n reached down, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in slow, steady circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming. 

Ryujin’s body tensed, her muscles clenching around him in rhythmic waves that nearly stole his breath.

“Come for me,” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. His movements became more urgent, more passionate, driving them both toward the edge. 

A soft, keening cry escaped her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing in waves of release. The intensity of her pleasure pushed him over the edge instantly. 

He buried himself deep inside her, closing his eyes as his own release spilled into her, hot and thick, his name for her becoming a low, shaking groan.

They collapsed into each other, limbs tangled and hearts racing. The ocean breeze drifted through the open balcony doors, cooling their skin as they lay in a peaceful, exhausted silence.

Ryujin shifted, resting her head on his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart. "I still think you're annoying," she whispered, though she was smiling.

Y/n chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "And I still think you're impossible."

"Good," she murmured, closing her eyes and snuggling closer. "Let's keep it that way."

He rolled beside her, both of them panting, sweat-slicked and spent. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the distant sound of waves.

After a long moment, she turned her head to look at him. A slow, lazy smile spread across her lips. “About time,” she said.

He laughed, pulling her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. She didn’t resist, settling into the curve of his body. “Worth the wait?” he asked.

She was quiet for a moment, then she tilted her head up and kissed him, soft and sweet. “Maybe,” she whispered against his lips. “We’ll need more practice to be sure.”

He grinned, his hand already roaming down her side.

The night was far from over.

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Morning sunlight spilled through the thin gap in the curtains, warm and blinding against Y/n’s face.

He groaned quietly, shifting slightly against the mattress, then froze.

Ryujin was asleep beside him. 

Not just beside him. 

Curled against his chest, one arm lazily draped over his stomach while his hand rested against her waist like it belonged there.

The blanket was tangled around both of them. Their clothes from the night before were scattered carelessly across the floor.

And suddenly every memory from last night came crashing back all at once. The tension finally snapping. The kiss that started angry and turned into something reckless.

Ryujin pushing him backward onto the bed while he laughed breathlessly against her lips. Her hands in his hair. His fingers against her waist. The way neither of them could stop once they started.

Y/n shut his eyes for a second.

Ryujin shifted slightly against him, face pressing briefly into his shoulder before her eyes slowly opened.

There was a long pause. Then another. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke.

Ryujin blinked up at him sleepily, clearly still half-awake. Then realization hit her. Her eyes widened slightly.

Y/n waited for the yelling. Or the insult. Or the immediate death threat.

Instead he got, “…Why are you awake?” she mumbled hoarsely.

He stared at her. “That’s your first question?”

“You breathe too loud.”

“I literally wasn’t breathing.”

“Good. Keep doing that.”

Y/n let out a quiet laugh before he could stop himself.

Ryujin looked up at him again. 

And for a second, everything softened. No arguing. No sarcasm. Just warm morning light and the two of them are way too close together.

Then someone started banging aggressively on the bedroom door. “RISE AND SHINE LOVEBIRDS,” Bobby yelled.

Both of them jumped violently.

Ryujin immediately shoved herself away from Y/n while he nearly fell off the bed trying to untangle himself from the blanket. “GO AWAY,” Ryujin shouted instantly.

“Oh my god they’re alive,” Yuna’s voice came from outside. “Wait. Why does she sound panicked?”

“Hold on,” Barry said dramatically. “Wait wait wait.”

A dangerous silence fell outside the door. Then, “NO WAY.”

“NO WAY,” Chaeryeong echoed louder.

Y/n covered his face with one hand. “We’re gonna die,” he muttered.

Ryujin grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it directly at him. “This is your fault.”

“How is this MY fault?!”

“You made a move!”

“You kissed me back!”

“And whose idea was that?”

“You literally climbed on top of me!”

Ryujin opened her mouth. Paused. Then pointed at him angrily. “Don’t use facts against me.”

Outside the room, the group was losing their minds. “I KNEW IT,” Bobby screamed.

“John owes me fifty dollars!” Yuna yelled.

“I said give them three days,” Lia laughed.

Yeji sounded deeply satisfied. “Finally.”

Ryujin buried her face into her hands. “I hate all of you!”

“Correction,” Barry called through the door. “You hated each other.”

Y/n slowly looked over at Ryujin. Ryujin slowly looked back at him. And annoyingly, neither of them denied it.

Another beat of silence passed.

Then Bobby banged on the door again. “OPEN UP. WE WANT DETAILS.”

“YOU’RE GETTING A TRIP TO THE MORGE INSTEAD,” Ryujin yelled back.

“Worth it!” Bobby answered immediately.

Y/n laughed under his breath again while dragging a hand through his already messy hair.

Ryujin looked over at him instantly. “You think this is funny?”

“A little.”

“We’re never hearing the end of this.”

“That part is definitely true.”

Outside the room the group was still yelling over each other. “Someone check if they’re blushing!” Yuna shouted.

“I KNOW THEY’RE BLUSHING,” Chaeryeong yelled back.

Ryujin groaned dramatically before falling backward onto the mattress again and covering her face with a pillow. “This vacation is ruined.”

Y/n looked down at her for a second. Hair messy. Oversized shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder. Still half wrapped in his blanket. And somehow even while aggressively hiding under a pillow, she looked cute.

Which was a dangerous realization to have this early in the morning. “You’re staring again,” Ryujin’s muffled voice came from under the pillow.

Y/n blinked. “How did you even know?”

“You do this weird silent thing first.”

“That’s not real.”

“It absolutely is.”

He opened his mouth to argue. Then stopped. Because maybe she was right. Which was deeply unfortunate.

Ryujin slowly lowered the pillow just enough to look at him again. There was still embarrassment in her expression. Still in disbelief. But underneath all of that, something softer lingered there now too.

Something that definitely hadn’t been there a few days ago. Y/n noticed it immediately. And judging by the way Ryujin looked at him afterward, she noticed the way he was looking at her too.

The room suddenly felt warm again. Too warm.

Neither of them spoke for a second too long.

Another loud knock hit the door. “IF YOU TWO DON’T COME OUT IN FIVE MINUTES,” Bobby yelled, “WE’RE ASSUMING YOU STARTED ROUND TWO.”

Ryujin launched upright so fast she almost headbutted Y/n. “OH MY GOD.” 

Y/n was already laughing now. Actually laughing. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You're on top of me right now,” he reminded her again.

Ryujin rolled off of him and pointed at him threateningly. “I need you to stop bringing that up.”

“Can’t. It’s a core memory now.”

She stared at him in genuine betrayal before grabbing another pillow and hitting him directly in the face with it.

And somehow, even while the entire villa lost their minds outside the door, this was the easiest thing they had ever felt between them.

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This is unedited so if there some moments where it’s weird let me know.

She looked around and slowly opened her towel wide, fully baring her sexy body in front of the mirror. He watched that slender neck, her perky boobs, which drove men wild, her slight abs that were present, her clean-shaven pussy, and those long legs and toned thighs. She nodded, feeling satisfied with her body. The hours of working out in the gym didn’t disappoint her.

While she was looking at her body, she heard a sound and suddenly panicked and covered herself and went inside her changing room and peeked outside. She saw a man coming out, his upper body fully bare, and he had only a towel around his hips.

He stood in front of the mirror where she had just been standing a little bit earlier, and just like her, he too started admiring his body in front of the mirror.

Yeji’s eyes widened seeing who he was. It was Bamabam.

She knew he was in the building, but she never thought she would meet him here, and that too in this awkward situation.

Her gaze fell on his body, and her eyes widened in shock. It was clear that he had a shower just now, as she saw water trickling down those toned, sexy back muscles as she gulped, and from the reflection in the mirror, she could see his whole front body.

She could clearly see water droplets sliding down those pecs to the valley between them and then trickling along his well-defined ab line. Yeji bit her lips, looking at his body, and her breath started getting heavy. She wanted to taste those muscles, lick between those pecs, and trace her fingers along those abs. Her hands slowly traced up her body, touching herself while looking at Bambam in front of her.

She thought about her conversation with Seulgi the day before, when she had told her about hooking up with Bambam while she was promoting her song in Thailand. Yeji was so turned on at the end of the chat, hearing all the details of how he had fucked Seulgi senseless and how his thick, fat rod had made her cum multiple times and how Seulgi loved his fit, ripped body. Yeji thought she would never get the chance to see it for herself, but God certainly had other plans for her.

Her towel slowly fell down on the floor, and she was now standing stark naked inside the changing room. Her eyes were still fixed on the beautiful, ripped body reflected in the mirror.

His hands cupped those perky tits as she rubbed them while looking at his body, and the other hand slowly reached down and touched those pussy lips. She was surprised to find that she was already leaking down there, which had never happened to her before. She was craving his touch and his body.

Hwang Yeji couldn’t understand what was happening to her body. She was known for her boldness and that insanely hot body. Maybe it was her body reacting to another insanely sexy body in front of her.

She watched as Bambam posed in front of the mirror, and her eyes landed on the individual muscles that were stretching, causing her mouth to go dry. She wanted to touch them. Her naked body was flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

She slipped one finger inside her wet, molten pussy that was now leaking more, making her almost moan loudly, but she stopped in time so that Bambam would not hear her.

She could feel her juices coating her fingers, and she felt her knee buckle when he flexed his biceps and those abs, and she could not take her eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

She, too, wanted his big hands on her body. She wanted him to caress her perky boobs and run his hands along her ab lines; she wanted that mouth on her leaking pussy.

Her eyes wandered over his V lines just above the towel, curious what he was packing under that towel. She too wanted to know if what Seulgi said to her was true and how big that cock was. She didn’t need to wait anymore, as he dropped the towel right then, and she almost gasped out loud seeing that toned ass, and she could see his cock, big and soft, just hanging between his legs.

She could see it from his angle between his thighs. She bit her lips and stared at his package that was now reflected in the mirror. She had never seen a cock so fat and thick before. Even if it was soft, it was thick with veins running along its sides. She was pretty sure she would not be able to hold it in one hand to stroke it. It had a thick head, and her mind wandered, thinking if it would even fit inside her.

The mere thought made her drenched in juices. She could feel her juices dripping along her inner thigh and falling to the floor. Yeji had always been bold and went after whatever she wanted. Now she wanted that body for herself, also that big, thick cock inside her.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, calling out to him, making sure that she was naked with the towel already discarded on the floor. She had to make sure that Bambam got a full look at her sexy body.

She was sure that there was no straight man who would refuse her sexy body as she walked behind him, full on, bare, and sexy.

“Sunbaenim, I heard you were in the building. I never thought I would see you here.” She was so casual about it, and people would think that they were at a party and they had just met.

Bmabam turned around and his whole body froze in shock seeing Yeji fully nude and bare in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things wrong, but there she was in front of him, fully bare and naked.

She had a smile on her lips as she looked at him, and he was sure that her eyes were running along his body, taking him in fully, and he was doing the same thing to her.

Bambam had seen her videos and performances. She had an aura that made men go weak in their knees in front of her. The cat-like features, that short hair, and her slender, slightly tanned body. His eyes trailed down her perky boobs and finally came down to those abs that were clearly visible.

That was his weakness, and clearly, his body was reacting to her as his soft cock started getting hard just looking at her naked body.

Yeji had a sly smile on her face as she watched that cock harden, telling her that she was right about how her body makes men go hard. She could see his embarrassment as he was trying to hide his cock with his hands, but that was doing nothing to hide that huge member in front of her.

Yeji chuckled as she walked towards him, and Bambam backed away from her, but he had nowhere to run as his back was now against the wall. She stood in front of him and used her fingers to trace along his hard pecs.

"Sunbaenim, you have a nice body. Mind if I touch it?" She said as her palms clutched his chest muscles, enjoying that hard skin under hers.

Bambam was confused as hell. Was he being seduced by her? . Are all young ladies now so bold that they would just seduce men straight up, walking bare naked in front of them? But his thoughts were cut short when she leaned in and licked his chest like a cat, making him groan in pleasure.

Her red, tender tongue licked along his chest, and she slowly trailed down his nicely shaped abs. She made sure to taste each one of his abs. His thick cock instantly became erect and stood proud along his pubes. He could feel her coming close to the head of his cock.

He could feel her hot breath on his tip, making it twitch, and her eyes were fixed on his cock in amazement. “Oppa, now I get why Seulgi Eonni said that she wanted to fuck you again when you return to Korea.” She said as her fingers trailed along its length,

His eyes widened, hearing Seulgi’s name from Yeji, and he understood why Yeji was so bold in front of him. Yeji had already heard how good of a fuck he was from Seulgi and wanted to try it for herself.

He leaned back, presenting his erect, thick cock in front of her, and said to her, “If you want to taste it, go ahead; I will make sure you are satisfied just like Seulgi Noona.”

Yeji looked at him, amused by his confidence, and thought about how Seulgi was biting her lips while mentioning him and the way she was recounting the way he fucked her. Yeji was sure that she, too, could be fucked senseless today.

Yeji smirked as her hands went around his thick girth while looking at him with those sexy eyes. “Then I will try it today so that I can confirm that what Eonni said was all true.”

Her palms slowly started stroking his thick cock, his fingers running along its length, and she bit her lips, feeling his skin hot and hard on her palms. The precum oozing out of its thick head and dripping down, she wanted to taste it. She was never a fan of sucking cocks, but now, seeing this magnificent thing in front of her, her preferences suddenly changed.

She leaned towards the cock and slowly stretched out her tongue and flicked the slit, tasting his precum. He groaned, feeling her wet tongue on his sensitive head. His hands clutched onto the bathroom walls as she took in just his head in her mouth, sucking it with her mouth and occasionally flicking its tip with her tongue.

Her hands stroked the base of his cock while her head bobbed on his thick head. His hand grabbed that short hair, making sure that she was not disturbed while she was attending to his cock. He could feel her moan on his cock, sending shivers all down his spine.

Her mouth slowly released his cock with a plop as she looked at him, and he almost groaned seeing her beautiful, sexy face in a daze after tasting his thick cock. The string of saliva connecting from his cock to her lips made it even better as he marvelled at his recent luck with women. Just days ago, it was Seulgi who had the same expression after sucking his cock.

She was not done with his cock as he took it in her palms and started licking it from the base to its head, slightly pausing on his slit and licking it with her tongue for added pleasure, making him groan out in pleasure. She was good with her mouth. If it had been anyone else, he would have already cum with that stunning face looking at him while sucking that cock. She never broke eye contact with him, making sure he saw her sucking his cock. How that meaty, thick rod goes in and out of her mouth.

His cock was drenched in her saliva, and now it was dripping down to the floor. He gulped, seeing her saliva mixed with his precum dripping down her slender neck to the valley between those perky boobs and coating her sexy abs. Her eyes widened, feeling his cock harden even more inside her mouth.

She felt her jaw aching and slowly took out his cock from her mouth again, looking up at him, “You are too big. How did Eonni fit all this inside her mouth and pussy?” Her hands never stopped stroking him. Her saliva and his precum made his cock foamy.

Her eyes wandered to his balls, and she gulped, feeling the urge to taste them. It looked heavy and tasty. She smirked at him and dove right in, using her hands to lift up his cock, placing it on his pubes so that she would be able to fully taste those balls.

She took one ball into her mouth, tasting the salty, musky flavor that sent a shiver down her spine. Her tongue flicked and teased, exploring every contour and crevice. Her hands, slick with their combined fluids, stroked his cock with a rhythm that matched the pulsing of his veins. The view from above was intoxicating: her face nestled between his thighs, her lips wrapped around his balls, and her eyes closed in concentration and desire. She repeated the process, taking both balls into her mouth, savoring the weight and the heat against her tongue. Her hands never stopped, their movements fluid and purposeful, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

He groaned, the sound raw and primal, as he threw his head back, his body arching in response to the intense pleasure. Her hot, wet tongue was a tormenting delight, tracing patterns that sent waves of pleasure through his body. The sensation was almost too much, and he knew he needed more.

With a sudden, urgent movement, he pulled her up, his hands finding her throat, not to choke, but to hold her close, to feel the rapid pulse beneath his fingers. Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling, their eyes locked in a gaze that was both a question and a command. And then, his lips crashed down on hers, a deep, consuming kiss that stole her breath and sent her senses reeling.

His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring, claiming, tasting. She met his fervor with her own, their tongues dancing in a primal waltz. Her hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. The kiss was a storm, a whirlwind of passion and desire, and a promise of what was to come.

His hips ground against her abs, his cock rubbing against the defined muscles, coating itself in her saliva and his precum. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He could feel her moaning into his mouth, the vibrations adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations. Her hands, slick and eager, moved to his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to grind harder, deeper.

The kiss deepened, becoming a battle of wills, a clash of desires. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time, a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating. He could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with need. And in that moment, he knew that this was just the beginning, a prelude to the symphony of pleasure that awaited them.

Her dazed look was a mix of lust and vulnerability, her eyes glazed over with desire as she stared up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of perfume, sweat, and something uniquely hers. She moaned softly, the sound a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, as his breath tickled her sensitive skin. His lips found her pulse point, and he nibbled and nipped, leaving behind marks of possession, hickeys that would serve as a reminder of this moment long after they were gone.

Slowly, he trailed his lips down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, weighing them, savoring their softness. Seulgi's breasts were indeed a bit larger than Yeji's, but they were perfect on her frame, a testament to her natural beauty. He drew circles around her hard nipples, each touch sending shivers through her body, making her tremble with anticipation. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts further into his hands, her body begging for more.

"Fuck," she moaned, the word a whispered curse, a prayer. "That feels so good." Her voice was hoarse with desire, her words punctuated by gasps as he continued his exploration. He flicked her nipples, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, each flick sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

She shuddered, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument, her breath hitching as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, before moving to the other, leaving her nipples wet and aching.

Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, holding him close as he worshipped her body. Her moans grew louder and more insistent, a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.

He could feel her heart racing and her body trembling, and he knew that she was as lost in the moment as he was, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time, a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating.

His hands played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging gently, asking without words if she liked the sensation. She moaned louder, the sound raw and primal, her body arching into his touch. "I love it," she gasped, the words a breathless whisper, punctuated by the sound of her thighs rubbing against his cock, the friction adding another layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations.

He couldn't take it anymore; the sight of her hard nipples, pink and begging for his attention, was too much to resist. His tongue circled around one nipple, teasing, tasting, the wet heat of his mouth sending shivers through her body. She shuddered and trembled in his hands, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument, her breath hitched as he continued his exploration.

Her frustration was palpable, her body begging for more, for the final touch that would send her over the edge. She groaned, the sound a mixture of desire and exasperation, as she deliberately teased him, pulling his head closer, urging him to take what she offered. And finally, his mouth took one of her nipples, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud, sucking and biting gently, his tongue flicking against the hard peak.

She screamed, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure, her body convulsing as he attacked her nipple with a fervour that matched her own desire. Her head thrown back, her body arching off the counter, her hands finding their way to his hair, holding him close as she called out,

"Oppa, oppa, oppa," the word is a chant. Her body was alive under his touch, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she lost herself in the sensation.

He released her boobs with a pop, the sudden absence of his mouth leaving her nipples wet and aching. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his, a mix of desire and curiosity in their depths. "Did you take Seulgi eonni like this too?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper, laced with a hint of jealousy and a lot of lust.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Exactly like this," he confirmed, his voice low and gravelly. "She moaned just like you do and begged for more, just like you are now."

His tongue, wet and warm, trailed lower, licking and tasting the sensitive skin below her breasts, sending shivers of delight through her body. He continued his descent, his tongue tracing patterns on her abs, his appreciation for her fitness evident in every lick, every nuzzle. Yeji was one of the fittest women he had ever tasted, her body a testament to her dedication and discipline, and he savored every inch of her.

His tongue trailed down, his hands following, exploring the curves and contours of her body, his touch both reverent and possessive. She could feel his appreciation, his desire, and his need, and it sent a thrill through her, a sense of power and pleasure that was intoxicating.

Her pussy lips rubbed against his cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His cock, wedged between her thighs, was a promise of things to come, a tease, a torment. She could feel her juices flowing, coating his cock, lubricating it for the future, for the moment when that girthy cock would stretch her pussy, fill her, and complete her.

The sensation was overwhelming; the promise of pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her body ached, her mind raced, and she knew that she was on the brink, the edge of ecstasy, the precipice of pleasure. And she was ready, ready to fall, ready to let go, ready to take him, all of him, deep inside her.

He kissed her clean-shaven pubis, his lips soft and gentle, a contrast to the raw, primal desire that coursed through his veins. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, as he took in the sight of her pink pussy lips, glistening with arousal, dripping with need. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, the skin soft and smooth, her muscles quivering beneath his touch. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Did you actually get this soaking wet?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his fingers brushing against her pussy lips, teasing, tempting. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, her pupils dilated, her breath hitching.

"Oppa," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper, "this is the first time I am turned on this much in my life." Her confession was a turn-on, a testament to his skill, his allure, and his ability to make her feel, to make her want.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her, savouring her unique flavour, her essence. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, his fingers glistening with her juices. Her moan was a sound of pure pleasure, a mix of surprise and desire, a testament to his actions, his words, and his presence.

His fingers returned to her pussy, teasing her walls, exploring, probing. He circled her clit, his touch light, his movements deliberate, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He dipped his fingers inside, just a little, just enough to make her gasp, to make her body arch, to make her beg for more. He repeated the process, in and out, in and out, his fingers curling, his touch teasing, his intent clear.

"You're dripping wet," he murmured, his voice a low growl, his fingers continuing their exploration, their teasing. "So wet, so ready, so perfect." His words were a compliment, a promise, a tease, a torment. Her body responded, her pussy clenching, her juices flowing, her need growing.

Finally, he brought his mouth to her pussy, his lips wrapping around her clit, his tongue flicking, his fingers joining the party, one, then two, then three, stretching, filling, teasing. Her moan was a scream, a cry, a plea, a prayer, her body convulsing, her hips bucking, her hands finding their way to his hair, holding him close, urging him deeper, harder, faster.

His fingers and mouth worked in tandem, a dance of pleasure, a symphony of sensation, and a storm of ecstasy. He sucked, he licked, he nibbled, he probed, his fingers curling, his tongue flicking, his mouth sucking, his teeth nibbling, his touch teasing, his intent clear, his goal singular—to make her come, to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her his.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices flowed, and her screams echoed through the room. He fingered her, his movements fast, his touch firm, his intent clear. And then, suddenly, she was squirting, jets of water rushing out of her again and again, her body shaking, her screams growing louder, her pleasure peaking.

Bambam was pretty sure that if there was anyone in the gym, they would have surely heard Yeji screaming and come running in. Her screams were a symphony of pleasure, a testament to his skill, his touch, his ability to make her feel, to make her want, to make her come.

She took heavy breaths, her body trembling, her knees giving out, and she slumped on the floor after that intense orgasm. Her body was spent, her mind blank, and her voice gone. She was a picture of pure ecstasy, a testament to his skill, his touch, and his presence.

He leaned down, his eyes meeting hers, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Was that the first time you squirted?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his fingers still glistening with her juices. She nodded, her body too spent to form words, her eyes too glazed to focus, and her breath too ragged to speak.

He stood up, his cock hard, his body ready, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do you have the energy to even fuck me now?" he asked, his voice a challenge, his body a promise, and his eyes a tease.

Yeji, ever the non-giving-up, confident queen, grabbed onto the wash counter, standing up, her body trembling, her eyes determined. She climbed up, her legs spreading, her pussy on display, her desire evident. She looked at him, her eyes dark with lust, her body begging for more.

"I want that cock inside me today," she declared, her voice a mix of demand and plea, her body a testament to her desire, and her eyes a promise of pleasure. "I want to feel what Eonni felt; I want to fucking cum on that cock." Her words were a challenge, a promise, a tease, a torment, and a testament to her desire, her need, her want, and her lust. And he was ready, ready to give her what she wanted, what she needed, and what she deserved.

He rubbed his cock against her pussy lips, the sensation electric, her juices slick and inviting. The head of his cock glistened with her arousal, the promise of pleasure palpable. "What would your fans think?" he murmured, his voice a low growl, his eyes dark with lust, "seeing you spread your legs in front of me like a slut? All those male fans who thirst over your body, but here you are, craving for my thick, hard cock inside you."

Her moan was a sound of pure pleasure, a mix of anticipation and need, her body responding to his touch, his words, and his presence. Slowly, her hips arched, her body begging for more, her pussy lips parting, inviting him in.

The head of his cock entered her, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense. He groaned, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, his body trembling as he inched forward, her tightness enveloping him, her heat consuming him.

Her whole body arched, her back pressing against the counter, her breasts heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel him, inch by inch, filling her, stretching her, reshaping her insides.

The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, a storm of ecstasy, a symphony of sensation. His cock grazed every spot inside her, hitting all the right places, making her gasp, making her moan, and making her scream.

"Fuck," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper, her body trembling, her mind racing. "You're so big, so hot, so deep." Her words were a testament to her pleasure, her need, her desire, and her lust. She had never felt anything like this, never imagined that her insides could be reshaped, remoulded, and redefined by his cock.

His cock fully sheathed her, the sensation overwhelming, her insides burning, her body full, her mind racing. She could feel him, all of him—his length, his thickness, his heat, his hardness. His cock hit all the way to her womb, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure, a storm of ecstasy, a symphony of sensation. "Fucckkk," she moaned, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, her body trembling, her mind blank. She hugged his neck tightly, her body begging him to stay, to not move, to let her adjust, to let her feel, and to let her want.

Bambam stayed still, his cock fully inside her, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He gave her time – time to adjust, time to feel, time to want, and time to need. She bit his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his flesh, her body trembling, her mind racing, her need urgent. Slowly, she could feel her insides adjusting, her body accepting, her mind surrendering. She released his shoulders, her body relaxing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes meeting his, a silent plea, a wordless request.

He took the hint, his body responding, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. He could feel her, her tight pussy gripping his cock, her insides soft and velvety, her heat consuming him, her wetness coating him. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure intense, the need urgent. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling, his mind racing, his control slipping.

He slowly leaned back, his hands finding her thighs, his grip firm, his touch possessive. He started thrusting; his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, deeper, harder, faster. Her hips arched, her body met his, her pussy took all of him, her insides adjusted, her body accepted, and her mind surrendered. "Aaaaah fuck," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper, her body trembling, her mind racing.

"Feels so goos, you are so hard inside me." Her words were a testament to her pleasure, her need, her desire, and her lust. She could feel him, his cock grazing her sensitive spots, his touch teasing, his intent clear, his goal singular – to make her come, to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her his.

He spread her legs to both sides, his grip firm, his touch possessive, his intent clear. He thrust inside her, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, his body a picture of raw, primal power. She looked in front of her, her eyes taking in the sight of him, his ripped muscles all sweaty and flexing with each thrust, his body a testament to his strength, his endurance, and his skill.

She bit her lips, her teeth sinking into her flesh, her body trembling, her mind racing. Her hands found her boobs, squeezing, playing, teasing, her touch a contrast to his, soft and gentle, her moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure, a testament to her desire, her need, her lust.

He brought his fingers down to her pussy, his touch light, his movements deliberate, his intent clear. He started rubbing her clit, his fingers circling, his touch teasing, his movements in sync with his thrusts. His cock and his fingers worked on her pussy at the same time, a dance of pleasure, a symphony of sensation, a storm of ecstasy.

That was the spark needed, the final touch, the last straw. The sexy idol screamed, her stomach arching up, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching, her juices flowing, and her orgasm hitting her hard, fast, and intensely. She came on his cock, her body shaking, her mind blank, her voice gone.

He groaned, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, his body trembling, his control slipping. He could feel her, her pussy becoming tighter, clutching his cock like a vice, her insides milking him, her juices coating him. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure intense, the need urgent. He almost came then and there, his body begging for release, his mind racing, his control slipping.

But he managed, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his mind racing. He rode out her orgasm. his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, his fingers circling, his touch teasing, his intent clear, his goal singular – to make her come, to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her his. Her orgasm hit him again and again, her body shaking, her mind blank, her voice gone, her pleasure a testament to his skill, his touch, and his presence.

As the waves of her climax subsided, her body slumped against his, a boneless, quivering mess. But he gave her no respite. He pulled back slowly, almost to the tip, before thrusting deep once more, filling her completely. Her eyes, which had been blissfully shut, flew open, a fresh gasp tearing from her throat. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a sharp, exquisite ache deep inside her.

"No... I can't..." she whimpered, the words a lie her body was already betraying. Her hips began to move again, a slow, hypnotic grind against his, seeking the friction, chasing the phantom sensations of her last orgasm.

He leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against her soft breasts, his lips finding her ear. "Oh, you can," he growled, his voice a low, rough vibration that shot straight to her core. "You're going to take all of it. You're going to take every last inch until I'm done with you."

His pace changed, his thrusts becoming a merciless, driving rhythm. He pulled his fingers away from her clit, only to wrap his hand around her throat, not choking, but holding her, a gesture of absolute possession. His thumb pressed into the hollow of her neck, feeling the frantic, hummingbird beat of her pulse. The act of submission, of being so completely under his control, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

She was losing herself, all thought dissolving into a haze of pure, unadulterated sensation. His cock was a brand, marking her as his with every powerful stroke. Her legs, which had been spread wide, now wrapped around his waist, locking him to her, pulling him deeper. She was no longer a "sexy idol," a carefully constructed public image. Here, in his arms, pinned beneath his powerful body, she was just a woman, raw and needy, screaming her pleasure into the curve of his shoulder.

The sight of her, so completely undone beneath him, was the final push he needed. He felt the tension in his own body coil tighter, his control snapping like a frayed rope. A guttural roar was torn from his chest as his own climax hit him, a violent, soul-shattering release. He pumped his seed deep inside her, his hips bucking, his body shuddering with the force of it. He felt her own body clench around him one last time, a final, echoing orgasm that met his own.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting presence, their bodies slick with sweat and spent passion. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged, desperate breathing, a testament to the storm they had just weathered together. He had made her come; he had made her scream; he had made her beg. And in the quiet, tangled aftermath, they both knew he had made her his.

He slowly pulled out of her, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room. She let out a soft whimper at the loss of his fullness, her inner muscles clenching on empty space. He shifted his weight off her, and for a moment, they just lay side by side, their bodies slick and tangled, chests rising and falling in a shared, slowing rhythm.

He reached for a towel nearby, his movements lazy and deliberate. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He straddled her hips, his knees on either side of her waist, giving him full access. He started with her stomach, wiping away the sheen of sweat, but his touch was far from chaste. His knuckles brushed the undersides of her breasts, making her nipples tighten all over again.

As he moved the towel lower, down her thighs, he paused to admire his work. His seed was pearly and slick against the flushed skin of her inner thighs. He didn't just wipe it away; he used the warm, damp cloth to caress her, his fingers dipping into the folds of her pussy, gently cleaning the still-sensitive lips. His other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking the nipple in a lazy circle.

Yeji’s head lolled to the side, her eyes half-closed in a languid haze. Her body felt exquisitely sensitive, every touch a spark against her frayed nerves. It was in this state of vulnerable bliss that she spoke, her voice a husky whisper.

"Oppa..." she began, her gaze locking with his. "Who was better?" She bit her lip, a flicker of insecurity mixed with a new, possessive heat in her eyes. "Me... or Seulgi Eonni?"

He stopped cleaning, his hand resting on the juncture of her thighs, his thumb dangerously close to her clit. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned down, his lips close to hers, his breath a hot caress. "That's a very interesting question," he rumbled, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. He watched her flush as his thumb finally found its mark, brushing lightly against the still swollen nub, making her gasp and arch against his hand.

"And I think," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as his thumb continued its teasing circles, "I can't possibly give you an honest answer to that..." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing hers. "...until I've had you both. At the same time."

YOU MET RYUJIN AT A PARTY you weren’t even supposed to be at.

someone’s rooftop. cheap tequila. hot smoke and hotter girls. she had a blunt tucked behind her ear and some chick pressed into her side like an accessory. didn’t even look at her when she laughed.

you said her taste in music sucked.

she said you looked better pissed off.

you ended up in the bathroom, dress bunched around your hips, her hand between your legs, her palm slapped over your mouth so no one could hear you moan.

that should’ve been it.

but then she started calling. not a lot. just enough to fuck you up.

sometimes she showed up at your door. sometimes you showed up at hers. no rules, no pillow talk.

now it’s been… weeks? months? you’ve stopped counting.

you don’t date. you rarely cuddle. you don’t text each other good morning.

but you always answer when she calls.

tonight, you didn’t expect to see her.

you came out with aeri and ning. it was just drinks, just dancing, just to get your mind off everything. you had a new dress on. a red one you haven’t worn before. you told yourself it had nothing to do with her.

but she was here.

leaning against the bar like the place owed her something. talking to some girl with long legs and short patience. laughing like she meant it but touching like she didn’t.

she didn’t even look at you at first.

just took a sip of her drink, nodded along to the music, and acted like you weren’t standing ten feet away watching her press her hand against some girl’s hip like it was nothing.

you’re not together.

you’re not anything, actually. you’ve both made that clear.

but she knows your schedule. knows your favorite things. knows how you sound when you fall apart in her hands, even though she barely texts first.

and you know her tells, even the ones she thinks she hides.

like how her jaw ticks when she sees you dancing with someone else.

how she smirks like it’s funny.

how her fingers tighten around her glass until her knuckles go white.

you let her see you dance with someone else tonight. and when you catch her eyes, heavy and unreadable, like a challenge, you give her a smile.

but your drink was gone faster than you expected.

so was your patience.

you ended up in the parking lot. maybe to breathe. maybe to run. maybe to cry. you’d never admit to any of it.

and then you heard her voice behind you.

“that dress is new.”

you didn’t turn around.

“so’s your whore.”

she laughed. that low, throaty kind of laugh that made you hate how your skin reacted.

“she’s not my type.”

“right. your type’s anyone who’ll open their legs.”

that made her walk closer.

you felt her behind you before she touched you. cold fingers at your elbow, then lower. bolder.

“get in the car.”

you should’ve said no. but your legs were already moving.

the car door slams shut behind you.

she kisses you hard. messy. like it’s punishment.

your back hits the passenger seat. she pulls you onto her lap before you can think twice — firm hands gripping your waist, thumbs pressing into skin like a warning.

your dress rides up. her fingers slip under it without hesitation.

you moan but she swallows it.

her mouth moves to your neck, tongue dragging along the curve as your hips roll into her.

“thought you didn’t miss me.” she murmurs.

you lean back enough to look at her, panting.

“i don’t.”

she smirks.

“liar.”

your lips crash again, rough and desperate.

it’s just friction and heat. no love.

just the way her thigh feels between yours and the way you grind down like you need to break something.

then her phone lights up.

you don’t even mean to look. but it’s right there.

yeji

“still coming over?”

your body stills. her hands don’t.

“ignore it.” she says, mouth on your collarbone.

you grabbed her wrist. shoved it away.

“don’t fucking touch me.”

she freezes. blinks once. then laughs like she can’t believe you have the nerve.

“you’re always so dramatic.”

you slide off her lap with a scoff, yanking your dress down, jaw locked.

“and you’re always so desperate.”

her brows lift.

“for you?”

you smile without warmth.

“please. you’ve been eye fucking the whole club. yeji just happened to text first.”

her smile fades.

“you’re real mouthy for someone who was about to cum on my leg.”

“and you’re real cocky for someone who hasn’t made me cum since april.”

the air thickens and her nostrils flare.

“watch your fucking mouth.”

“why? gonna shut me up with those lazy ass fingers?”

you don’t even see her move. just feel it. the way she grabs your throat and forces you back into the seat, body caged in by hers, breath hot.

“you wanna talk shit? let’s talk.”

you grinned, eyes gleaming.

“go ahead. show me how weak you really are.”

she yanks your legs open and slides her hand between them like she’s been waiting to do it all night, fingers fucking into you like she wants to leave bruises where no one else can see.

you cried out, head slamming into the seat.

“fucking pathetic. were you like this in the club? dripping all over someone else?” she mutters, dragging her lips down your neck.

“at least they would’ve finished the job.”

she stills and you smirk.

“what? hit a nerve?”

she rammed her fingers deeper and you choked on your moan.

her palm moved against your clit, fast and rough, and your whole body jerked.

“this lazy enough for you?” she hissed.

“still kinda— fuck—”

she slapped your thigh.

“run that mouth again.”

“you like it when i do.”

she lets out a laugh but doesn’t deny it. her grip tightens. she curls her fingers just right and watches your little attitude break in real time.

“that’s better. you’re prettier when you shut the fuck up.” she mutters.

you shudder, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

“fuck—”

she bites your neck.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you over how wet you are.”

you hate her. hate how she knows your body too well. hate how she fucks you like no one else could. hate how your body betrays you. hate that you were already close.

“say it. say you’re mine.” she hummed.

you moaned instead.

she sped up.

“fucking slut.”

you came with a sob, thighs shaking, nails dragging down her chest.

she didn’t stop. didn’t let you breathe. kept going until you whimpered her name like it hurt.

then she pulled her fingers out slowly and sucked them clean, eyes never leaving yours.

“say some dumb shit again. see what happens.” she murmured.

you glared at her, lips swollen, chest still moving up and down.

“you gonna fuck the attitude out of me?”

she leaned in, tongue dragging across your bottom lip.

“you’ll see.”

and you did. every fucking time.