Jagiya

Jagiya

by Jaewon

Summary:

After a long day of practice, Ryujin comes home to her boyfriend and takes charge in the sweetest, most confident way. With her boyish charm and playful dominance, she turns their night into a loving, fluffy session full of teasing, pleasure, and deep connection.

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The front door clicked open around 10 PM. Ryujin stepped inside, still in her practice hoodie and sweats, hair messy from dancing all day. She kicked off her shoes and spotted me on the couch, a tired but genuine smile spreading across her face.

“Jagiya,” she called, voice low and warm. She dropped her bag and walked straight over, climbing into my lap without asking. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pressed a firm kiss to my lips. “Missed you. Practice was brutal today.”

I hugged her close, hands resting on her waist. “Missed you more. You smell like sweat and that vanilla body spray I like.”

She laughed, the sound boyish and bright, and nipped at my bottom lip. “Flatterer. But yeah, I’m gross. Shower with me?”

The way she said it wasn’t really a question. Ryujin had that confident, take-charge energy that always made my heart race. She was the type of girl who could rock baggy clothes and still look hot, who’d tease you mercilessly but melt when you called her cute. I loved every side of her.

We made it to the bathroom together, clothes coming off between kisses. She pushed me under the warm spray first, then stepped in behind me, hands sliding over my chest from behind. Her body pressed against my back, small but strong from years of dancing.

“Turn around,” she ordered softly, that boyish smirk on her lips. I did, and she immediately dropped to her knees on the wet tile. The blowjob started confident and eager. She took me into her mouth without teasing, sucking hard while looking up at me with those sharp eyes. Water cascaded over her hair as she bobbed, tongue working the underside perfectly.

“Fuck, Ryujin…” I groaned, hand gently in her wet hair.

She pulled off just long enough to grin. “That’s my name. Say it again while I suck your cock, jagiya.”

I did. She rewarded me by taking me deeper, throat relaxing as she swallowed around me. The wet sounds mixed with the shower spray. She used one hand to stroke the base while the other cupped my balls, massaging gently. It wasn’t long before I was close.

She pulled off and stood up, pressing me against the wall. “Not yet. I want you inside me first.”

We didn’t even dry off properly. She led me to the bed, pushing me down on my back. Ryujin climbed on top in cowgirl, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance and sinking down with a low moan. “So good… filling your girl up just right.”

She rode me with that boyish confidence — hips rolling, hands on my chest for leverage. Her short hair fell into her eyes as she moved faster, biting her lip in concentration. I reached up to play with her small, firm breasts, pinching her nipples the way she liked. She moaned louder, grinding down harder.

“Touch me,” she demanded, voice husky. I slid my hand between us and rubbed her clit while she rode. She came first, pussy clenching tight around me as she shook, letting out a cute, breathy curse.

But she didn’t stop. She kept bouncing, chasing more. “Your turn. Cum inside me, jagiya. Fill your girlfriend up.”

I gripped her hips and thrust up, meeting her movements. When I came, she held me deep, grinding through it with a satisfied smirk. Cum leaked out around my cock as she slowed down, still moving lazily.

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She wasn’t done. After a short break where she cuddled into my chest, kissing my neck and whispering how much she loved me, Ryujin flipped us so I was on top. But even in missionary she stayed in control, legs wrapped around my waist, telling me exactly how she wanted it — deeper, slower, harder.

“Eat me out first,” she said after a while, pushing my head down gently. I went willingly, licking her clean of our mixed juices while she moaned and tugged my hair. Her thighs clamped around my head when she came again, a small squirt coating my tongue. She tasted sweet and addictive.

Then she pulled me back up and we went again — this time with her on all fours, me taking her from behind while she pushed back against every thrust. “Harder,” she growled, that boyish edge coming out. I obliged, pounding into her until she squirted again, soaking the sheets.

We tried spooning next, her back against my chest as I slid back inside her. She reached behind to grip my thigh, guiding the rhythm. Soft kisses on her shoulder turned into gentle bites when she got close again.

By the end we were both exhausted and glowing. Ryujin curled into my side, leg thrown over mine, her hand lazily tracing my chest.