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writers-ex · 2 years ago

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don’t touch

mafia!ryujin x gf!reader

word count: 648

warnings: g!p, being called a slut, masturbating, consensual relationship, mafia lifestyle mentioned, denied orgasm, squirting

a/n: a writer friend of mine drew a photo of ryujin…being naughty and this idea sparked after talking it out we created this story so thanks for the idea @wannabe-icy <3

glancing at the clock ryujin lets out a relieved sigh, another day survived being head of the mafia. it wasn’t an easy task mingling with the wrong crowd, always looking over your shoulder, and never sleeping without a glock under your pillow. yet despite this hectic lifestyle, there was always one constant in her life- you. which is why instead of heading to her guarded mansion to relax she was sneaking out the back heading to your place.

hearing her notification you rush to the bedroom and get ready for your lover to appear, wearing your best lingerie and all dolled up for her. the door opens with her set of keys causing you to rush into ryujin’s arms.

“hey babe~ i missed you.” kissing her neck ryujin stays quiet and lets your hands roam her body. stopping at a familiar bulge in her crotch you pull away and smirk. “and judging by this i think you missed me too isn’t that right- huh?” grabbing your bra strap ryujin drags you to the living room and points at the floor. you kneel down and watch her drag a chair in front of you, unzipping her pants she takes a seat and pulls out her throbbing dick. on instinct, you reach to grab it and feel your hand slapped away.

“touch me or yourself and you won’t be cumming for a whole two weeks, now be a good slut and watch me get off.” nodding you sit straighter and watch her tease her tip with her thumb. she lets out a low groan and watches your eyes glued to it. “i have been frustrated these past couple of days and instead of using you to release my tension i’m going to touch myself.” with her whole hand now wrapped around her cock she starts pumping, her breathing gets louder making you gulp and move a hand down to help the tingling growing below you.

“stop.” you freeze and lower your head embarrassed at getting caught so quickly. “keep your hands on your side and sit with your legs opened, now.” the dominance in her voice makes the hair on your arms stand up as you sit with your legs up and arms at your side. “good slut.”

biting your lip you watch ryujin lay back on the chair and increase her rubbing moaning louder and louder. her eyes half closed she sees your red face and lips parted open your whole body screaming to be touched and lets out a dry laugh. “ugh…so good…wish they were…your fingers…mmmh~”

they could be though…

panties wet you whine as ryujin starts to pump faster, her breathes feel hot as she scoots closer toward you. “don’t touch slut, only watch.” giving you a wink, her movements are hypnotizing as she starts to buck her hips and rub her tip so hard you could see the pre-cum leaking out and fall onto the floor near your knee. “gonna…cum…close-ahhh!!”

ryujin’s body jerks forward as she squirts violently all over your face moaning your name, slumped against the chair she pants loudly and grins. you feel your body grow still and hot as you feel the cool juice drip down your face, looking down you see a pool of white wondering if it was your own cum or hers.

catching her breath ryujin scoots closer to you, her dick dripping onto your leg as she kisses your cheek licking the cum off. eyes expect you to wait for ryujin’s next move as she stands up in what you imagine to reward your self-control. the next few seconds make your heart drop as ryujin simply zips back up her pants and walks out of your apartment leaving you on the floor dirtied in cum and frustrated.

it was only when she got home that she called you on facetime and properly reward her perfect little slut <3

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b000mbayah · 2 years ago

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Mafia!Itzy reaction to their S/O being an undercover cop

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Requested: No

Wordcount: 2,112

Warnings: Angst, crying, being drunk, heartbreak, guns, murder, depression, mentions of helf harm? (Yeji and the mirror?)

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Yeji

They say that sadness hides behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in self defence. So, naturally speaking, Yeji blames her heartache on the possibility of her willingness to cry and feel such pain.

She'd never be able to admit she was gullible, that she was misled by the desires of her heart that have led to her now sorrow. But no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she was human, and humans are feeble and prone to emotions, no matter how deep or shallow.

Everything is broken.

It was evident in the way her eyes pricked with bludgeoned tears, credited to the fact that she was drunk. The salt marsh that formed by her eyelashes only seemed to pool, never falling until they did.

It was instant, how slipstreams formed at the cost of her dignity, watching herself in her bathroom mirror with self hatred.

With a shaky hand, the sinks taps turned, and down came the spout of chilly water. Her fingers ran through the rush of liquid before she brung her palms to meet, covering her face with the cooling substance.

It stung, the freezing of the water upon her face, mixing with the salts of her tears as she continued to make eye contact with herself- in the bathroom mirror.

Everything is broken.

How had she let herself slip? How could someone of such mainstream importance let herself slip at the blame of someone inferior… except not really.

You were her first love, the person she valued most after everything in her life hit the fan. She let you into her mind, her house, her heart. Yeji had let you see her strongest suits and her weakest suits, her vulnerabilities, and secrets.

And this was how you repaid her after everything she supposedly did for you?

You made her second guess everything. Was your first encounter accidental? Was your first date a plan? Was your relationship a lie?

Was it all for your benefit? For your job? Was none of it for the sole purpose of just being happy… together?

She's questioned many things in her life, but your relationship? She hasn't even inquired it a single time, and never has she thought she needed to until now- now that she's slumped over the sink, hands cold from water as they grip the pale porcelain basin, her knuckles heaving white.

Everything is broken.

She can't remember the last time she felt this way, for anything or anyone. She thought she was immune to raw emotion, that she could never be affected by the likes of vulnerability like this.

Yet, you seize to prove her wrong, over and over again- just like the first time you met. You proved her wrong about friends, about love, about feelings, and now you prove her wrong about her dull ache of heartbreak.

But as she looks at herself in the mirror- the bathroom mirror- recalling the information on your position as a high ranking officer of the law, something she avoids as often as possible, she can't help but feel like she's done it to herself.

All hatred in her body is altered. It's tarnished by the fact that she still loves you, and she hates that she still does. Because after everything you've done… her heart still beats for you.

Her eyes quiver, her hands twitch, and her jaw clenches as she stares in the mirror- your bathroom mirror.

But then she punches it.

And everything was broken again.

Lia

Emotions have a tendency to slice the veins on our hearts, leaving a firm, frosty numbness of iced scabs that only linger for further decades to come.

Lia never planned to find love.

Lia never wanted to find love.

Lia never wanted to be in love.

But that wasn't how the world worked, and she knew that from the instant she first saw you. From your first business casual handshake to your first shared laugh, to your first real date, and to your first "sleepover," Lia knew she loved you.

It wasn't on her agenda, to fall in love with someone so sweet… so cute… so perfect- but then again, what could she expect in return for this blissful experience?

Surely a nice spice of betrayal was enough…

So, sitting alone in her office during after hours, there was a particular dun that seemed to only drape around her- reflecting that of her mood.

Shadows cascaded along the fine of her ruffled hair, her face hidden by the usually silk organ atop of her scalp. But then she moved for what felt like the first time in years, her hair stumbling away from the isolated features that make up her frightful face, and it was obvious she had been crying.

Golden glazed tears seemed to drift down the half of her cheeks, messing with the pinkened state of the plush and ample flesh. It drizzled down her chin and dribbled down her blemished jaw.

She knew what she looked like, and she honestly couldn't care less about her reputation at the moment as she sobbed above your file, pages of your personal life scattered like a shattered visage, just twice as painful.

She knew she shouldn't have fallen in love to begin with, but it was just too tempting, and she more than happily took the bait without much consideration.

And now she must do the only thing she can do in this situation. You hold all the power. It would be almost stupid of her to act on anything else. She dismissed half her team for the week in case of a raid, and she quite honestly wasn't feeling all too great about herself.

She still loved you. That's something she could never change- she still held your promise ring after all, but she'd never forget the pain you've shunned upon her.

All she can do is wait… wait…?

Wait.

Ryujin

The irony of her situation.

Ryujin has explained on several occasions just how much she despises the police and their entire force team. She loathes the idea of social justice and balance between all people who deserve it because, quite frankly, no one deserves it.

She's plotted and followed several attacks on every police station within the area. She has completely left some in ruins, with the objective to 'scare' the police officers out of their occupations. While others were left with minimal damage, but left empty-handed with no source of weaponry or defence.

Ryujin thought long and hard about weakening the police force, but had she ever stopped to think about your strange hobbies and possessions, maybe it wouldn't have led to her inevitable downfall.

Ryujin was prepped, back against a pillar inside of the police station. She was here to reclaim some of her men who were taken into custody a few weeks back.

Already, upon entering, a blaze of gunshots had lit up the station. Bullets left a crackling vibration lingering in the air, and the shouts and cries of people both on her and the opposing team struck her with determination.

However, that determination was faltered upon the sight of a photo plastered on the wall she was facing. It was of six or seven different officers, each one varying in height, age, race, gender. But none of that mattered. What really mattered was the soft face of her current lover, central with a grin that reached their eyes.

Spitting, she scowled. You were a cop, an officer of the law, a barrier between her and the freedom she's been wanting her entire life. But most importantly, you were the reason for her happiness and a safe haven she could come home to and be herself with.

Her gun was now held with an iron grasp, her knuckles turning an impressive whale bone white as she began to shake out of what? It would be too simple to say hatred, to say love, especially when Ryujins emotions were far more complex than something to be disregarded on a surface level viewpoint.

She felt many things, and now she knows what she must do right now.

Ryujin knows she needs to hurry this up, to get out as fast as possible. She knows she needs to find you, to confirm these suspects. Even though they are clear and blinding, she still hangs onto that small ledge of hope that you aren't what everything is pointing to.

For her sake, and for yours.

Chaeryeong

Your name was etched onto her skin, staining the organ with your mark- something she once believed was love. And maybe she still does, maybe she still loves you, but fuck does it feel like a thousand agonies burning up inside.

She hadn't quite experienced a heartbreak yet, and so that made this all that much worse. The pain intensified tenfold- and so were the insecurities that grew within her unusually large heart.

For someone with unmatched power on the playing field of guns and knives, she seemed to be rather defeatable in the confines of her shambled emotions.

She never would've guessed your profession to be in the police force. You've only ever told her fractions of your occupation before and that you know how to handle a "bad guy" if need be, but nothing more than that.

The signs were obvious- you kept a gun in your bedside table, a pair of well managed handcuffs too- but she just assumed they were for self-defense.

She slumps deeper into the coldness of her bed, sheets hang with the lingering scent of your shampoo and perfume. It was intoxicating, dangerous to her mind and heart. However, despite how much you've hurt her, she knows there's still this tiny part of her that wants you, and bad.

She misses your presence, your voice, your screams and cries, your laughs, and giggles… She misses you.

Chaeryeong knows deep inside that this is wrong, to be in love with someone who could easily tarnish her perfectly polished reputation with the softness of a word.

However, you taught her better than to think like that- ironically. You taught her not to feel so down. You taught her about the ways of her emotions. And now she knows better than almost anyone else that emotions can't be controlled or changed, that she must embrace them with all her might.

But the more she thinks about embracing her emotions, the more it feels like she's leaning on you. She's stuck, stuck both in great love and great pain.

Because it feels like no matter what she does, she'll be suffering, suffering with the scent of you on her bedsheets.

Yuna

Yuna is more than flesh and bones, the brain and the broad- she's everything she's built herself up to become. Yuna is someone of self-worth, mainstream importance, and unrelenting power. So, why did she feel so defenceless, even while standing with a mass of bodyguards backstage?

Simple.

Because you made her feel this way.

Ever since her second in command brung you to her office, handcuffed and gagged with a sack over your head, she had felt outdone and made to feel used.

You were using her for data, data of all sorts. She had found both quantitative and qualitative data on your personal laptop and diary. You had compared secondary research on her with your own and had a few bulletin boards pinned and stringed with exit and entry points to her office- a space she calls her second home.

You were created to bring her down- as she saw it- and as much as she tried to not let it affect her, you both know it did.

But, for the sake of her name and title, she hid it behind a perfected mask. Her face often hardened like stone, muscles locked into a particularly biassed pattern, eyes set dead straight with a burning passion hiding behind the dun of her foresight.

She was standing strictly on the sideline, hands clasped into one firm ball at her front as she steadied her breathing.

She had been thinking of you again- all of you- and it was driving her to the wall. Yuna wanted nothing more than to retreat back home and to cry until she felt numb, like she had done all those days ago. But she knows she has her own life, one to uphold without you in the picture.

She knows it'll take time to heal. The process is never nice- always messy, always painful- but she knows she'll have to push through it.

Though, there is that one voice in the back of her mind and heart, the one voice that's always nagging- always begging.

Just one more try…?