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Detective Shin

warnings : Smut idk what else u expect from me?

So this was requested by anon but for the life of me i can't find it in my requests or my drafts so if ur the one who requested a 1900s detective ryujin x fem fatale you have my heart <3

"Shin, this isn't a good idea." Yuna mumbled from under her hand. She stood infront of her desk, papers tossed onto the messy pile already covering it.

"This family…two murders in a year, unsolved. You're walking into a death trap." Yuna sighed, running her hands through her hair as Ryujin's eyes scanned over the paperwork. Police report after police report from nosy neighbours reporting another domestic between a young married couple. This family, rich assholes marry off their children to more rich assholes to keep the class division strong.

Their youngest daughter now married off to some asshole, living in their parents home and fighting like hell every night. Until they didn't and silence fell over the estate. Two weeks and neighbours started to talk, and now a mountain of missing person reports sat on Ryujin's desk and you were her number one suspect.

"I'm just asking a couple questions kid, don't worry. I can handle myself." Ryujin stood, pushing her desk chair out, reaching back to lift her coat off the chair's back and throwing it to drape over her shoulders.

"Plus, she's some rich doll too far up her own ass. I think I can handle my own."

Yuna turned around as Ryujin circled the desk and started towards the door, "Jus-just be careful please." Yuna retaliated.

"Trust me, I can handle her." Ryujin scoffed and went out the door.

House wasn't the right word. More like mansion in the realest way ever imagined. Large and gothic walls that gated the house, doors that stretched up to the ceiling and large stained glass windows.

So when you opened the door the juxtaposition of your small frame against the overwhelming house took Ryujin by suprise.

Surely this wasn't the right woman, Ryujin thought. Maybe this was a younger sister.

"Good evening ma'am, I'm detective Shin, I've been here to ask some questions regarding Mr Kim's dissapearance, are you the lady of the house?" Ryujing flashed her badge for moment letting her eyes follow your movement as you leant against the large door frame.

"That would be me yes," You mumbled out, "may I know who requested this little house call?" You sent a wink her way, trying your best to appear small.

"Some locals, not able to tell you details I'm afraid. May I come in?" Ryujing spoke shortly, not waiting for an answer as she stepped forward trapping you against the doorframe as she herdered you back into the house, closing the door behind her with a kick.

You tilted your head towards the longue, letting her follow behind and gesture for her to sit on the large couch, the room lit by the fire's dying embers.

"I'm afraid I dont have many help on tonight, your friends down at the station have taken them in for questioning…" You glared at her, words gritted out between your teeth.

Ryujin let her eyes flick up from her notebook, fiddling with the ink pen between her fore finger and thumb. She paused for a moment before speaking, letting her eyes trail down your figure. She didn't see you as a threat.

"That wasn't my decision ma'am, I am just a detective not a chief. Just routine questioning ma'am. Now do you mind if I ask some questions?" Ryujin let her eyes meet yours.

"Of course, detective."

"When was the last time you saw or heard from your husband?" Ryujin started scribbling down on her notepad.

"Two weeks ago, he said he had business in town, be two days and that was that." You spoke curtly, sitting opposite Ryujin in one of the large chairs.

"And you haven't had any contact with him since?"

"No."

"You're neighbours had reported fighting between yourself and your husband, had their been issues in your marriage for a while?" Ryujin looked up from her notepad once again. Her gaze was unreadable, but her eyes didn't leave yours.

"I don't see how that's your business detective." You bit back, your weren't one to be accused of such things. Who did she think she was, storming into your home and accusing you of murder.

"It's just routine questions miss, can I continue?" She spoke softly. You nodded.

"Did you ever suspect your husband of adultary?"

"…Yes." You grumbled out, letting your eyes fall away from Ryujin's and to the floor. You knew he was cheating on you. He knew you were too. There was no love in this marriage, simple arragments to keep both lineages happy.

"You could say detective, we both prefered other romantic ventures." You stood, letting yourself circle around the back of her chair. Pouring her a scotch before letting your arm drop to thee side of her and the drink resting above her hand before she shakily took it from yours and let it rest on her thigh.

"I'm afraid I don't follow miss." Ryujin trailed off, letting her coat jacket fall down her shoulders and pool around her hips on the couch.

"You're a smart one detective, I'm sure you could figure it out hmm?" You let your hands fall down to her shoulders giving them a soft squeeze and letting out a sigh before releasig them and sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Anymore questions detective?"

"a-ah yes, is-is there any where he would frequent, men's clubs? certain pubs?" She began to scribble in her notepad again.

"Oh he visisted the men's clubs alright." You laughed out, shuffling further up the couch, inches from where Ryujin's legs where. Letting your thigh brush against her own.

"Shall we cut the pleasentries detective?" you murmered out. "We both know I didn't kill him, a little thing like me? even you could over power me." You smirked under your breathe, standing and circling her once again before letting your hands falls back to her shoulders once again, squeezing once and then again and again. Breaking into a massage and smiling as she let out a soft moan.

"My my detective, so tense…you that worked up over me?" you hushed out, dropping your head down to be level with her ear.

"Miss…I-I don't know if this is appropriate-" She stammered out but stopped suddenly as your hand clamped down on her chin and quickly jutted it to turn to meet your eyes.

"Hush now detective. You think I did it huh?" You leaned in closer.

"I-I…"

"You're questions about my sex life don't seem appropriate." You whispered letting your lips graze against hers.

"I didn't mean anything offense miss."

"Oh I doubt that detective." you pushed forward the last teasing inches between the two of you. Letting your right hand stay stationary on her chin as her hands discarded the notebook in her lap and flung it out of sight. She clambered up onto her knees before letting her hands fall to your waist, the barrier of the couch now becoming obvious as she hoisted you over it and let your back hit the cushioned bottom.

Ryujin hovered above, her arms bracketing either side of your head and letting her lips devour your own. Not letting up for a sinlge breathe as you yanked your head away as your lungs started to burn.

Ryujin's lips started their attack down your neck, tongue slobbering and teeth nipping and sucking. She was relentless and unspeaking as her hands started to work their way down your body. Tracing down your sides before they stopped at your hips.

"Can I miss?" she mummered out, lips coming back to yours for the briefest of kisses.

A nod was all you could muster out, your mind fried and Ryujin gave a devilish grin before pushing your nightgown up to your midriff. Letting it bunch and letting her hands drop down to your panties. Smirking when her fingers found the soaked patch waiting for her.

"You been wanting this ma'am? thinking about me fucking you on your husband's couch?" she gritted out, voice gruff and filled with want. Her fingers quickly disregarding the fabric protecting the skin there and forcing two digits through your enterance.

"Jesus," You cried out before biting down on your bottom slip, the help would be back at some point tonight and the last thing they need to see is the lady of the house being fucked by the college of the detetive who just interrogated them for multiple hours on end.

"Be quiet," Ryujing murmered out, her finger beginning to pump at a relentless pace, it wouldn't take long for you to hit you peak, not with her.

Ryujin let her head fall down to the crook of your neck once more, fingers started to slam in and out of you as her tongue gave your neck a broad stripe, and her teeth pulled at the skin. She manouvered her hand, the palm beginning to press down harshly on your clit, not letting the pressure up as her fingers kept fucking in and out of you with a rapid pace.

"Oh God detective," you whined out, you were close, just-just need it harder. "Please, harder- harder fuck me harder." You might as well of yelled out as your hands that were circled around her neck pulled her further into you. The grip starting to burn in your upper arms.

"You want harder?" Ryujin smirked, her pace was unrelenting, her other hand placed on your lower back and forcing you to arch upwards into her body as you reached your climax.

Ryujin was speaking but as you came ono the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"God," you huffed out, your breath still not caught up.

"I think I may need to question you again soon ma'am. I don't think I got enough information this time round." Ryujin spoke. Her hand brushing the loose hair starting to gather around her eyes.

"Well of course, detective. We have to be thorough now don't we."

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A guide to staying single in the apocalypse (Part 1)

A/N: this took like two days to write lol, first part and some world building in this part, hopefully it isn't shit, also still taking suggestions for this and where it should go!!!

Word count: 1.96k

Life inside the quarantine zone, it wasn’t the best. Thousands of reasons why but the main one for you, you were trapped.

 Life was mundane, well as mundane as it can be when the apocalypse is happening. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment the world fell apart, you remember the day clearly, you were only young, no older than six but everything is burned bright into your memories.

One moment you where in your bedroom, watching Monday morning cartoons in your pajamas as your mother made breakfast and your father getting ready for work. The next moment there was a loud banging at the front door, urgent and desperate. Opening to a soldier, uniform undone and bloody marks decorating his clothing. The three of you were ushered to a large and intimidating truck. Black smoke rushing and sputtering out and various soldiers yelling and pushing your neighbors into the same truck.

Your once upper-class and money-bagged neighborhood in pieces, cars with their doors open, suitcases and bags tossed to the side with clothes spilling out onto the street. Screaming and yelling of despair and fear from everyone and as you were pulled into your mother’s arms as she sat in the truck you could see the parallel neighborhood, the ones you were told to stay far away from, the ones your parents promised you would never end up like, the ones who would serve your tables, wash your cars, shine your shoes. They were alone, no soldiers, no big trucks filled with families, no help.

Some of the people in the crowd you recognized, some kids from your school, ones you were friends with in secret. You saw them and they saw you, the kids you ate lunch with when no one else would, the ones you would choose for your team in gym. They were alone again, like they always were.

And from there it’s a blur, getting to a large city you weren’t familiar with, people who were in similar state to your own but still strangers, soldiers ushering the crowds into halls and houses. Learning later that this was the last city, the only one not over run somehow. You were locked in, soldiers at every entrance and in your years living here the walls just trapped you more.

Miles high, concrete and cold cement. Impenetrable to those monsters trying to get in and the ones who were left behind begging to be given a chance to live in luxury like you.

Maybe you were spoilt, tired of being treated like a princess your whole life, having everyone bend their back to meet your every need, before the world went to shit, your father was a prominent politician, he was the mayor of your city and even in here he still found a way to get back into politics, leading the city under the governments eye. Watching over everyone and making sure the city was safe. His views didn’t exactly agree with your own, he wasn’t an open minded man, he stuck to what he was taught and never dared to stray from it.

It had been years since the world fell, now entering your twenties, finally your own woman and considered a adult among your peers and family. You were still waiting on the housing unit to get back to you, so you were still in your parent’s house for now.

Your father has been stressed so by default so were you, every little issue he deals with he rants about, and he rants about them to you. Telling you everything that he probably shouldn’t and the weight of that was slowly crushing you.

You knew your city was the last one standing, the government has so many of these cities guarded and safe but in recent years, rebels have been hitting the safe zones. Their walls in ruins and rubble and houses long abandoned. You have no idea where those people went, if they’re dead, new recruits, undead.

But you try not to think about that, your people constantly were reminded on how safe your city was. So now, you sit in your bedroom, legs crossed on your bed as you and your friends waste the night away watching films from the old world. Two movies in and the third was long forgotten as you all gossiped.

Finally having time off from your duties, Joohyun’s attention between the conversation and the tv screen, Sooyoung running the gossip and Yeri giggling along.

You really had no interest in dating at the moment, I mean…everyone you knew could die tomorrow, including yourself, so why bother, it all just ends in heartbreak loving someone.

“She’s so fine, I actually can’t deal,” Joohyun chimed in, it wasn’t any surprise to anyone who knew your group who was the subject of admiration. Kang Seulgi, one of the soldiers in the compound, 22, tan, handsome, muscled and tall, what more could a girl want?

She was so sweet and caring, and every girl fell to their knees for her. But she wasn’t the brightest honestly. Not dating ever as far as anyone was aware and her number one priority? Her job.

So, you all lucked out with her, romance never faired well during these times, and no matter what, it would end horribly.

“Y/n’-” Joohyun’s voice brought you back from your thoughts. You looked to her and the rest of the group.

“You want to help me get more snacks?” she questioned, already out your bedroom door, head turned to you as she waited for an answer, getting up off your bed and walking over to her, leaving the door behind you open as you both made your way to your kitchen. You mother was in her room, probably reading or catching up with work and your father, at the office obviously, he’d probably be home soon.

You looked through your cupboards, there wasn’t many ‘old world’ snacks just what you could get your hands on now, so a couple of cans of soda and canned fruit were your go to and of course pasties from the local bakery. Cupcakes and small buns and you both were ready to fill your arms when a loud boom went off.

Pause, you stayed still, eyes flicking about the room thinking you were the only one who heard that, but when Joohyun’s eyes met yours, you were proved wrong.

Another boom, and then sirens, sirens that struck fear into your heart. Those were the intruder alarms, and not infected, raiders were here. And usually that wasn’t a call to arms, a few shots fired and the problem was dealt with, this was big, you were being invaded. You dropped everything in your arms and rushed back to your bedroom with Joohyun, the girls up, looking about the room frantically and frozen, unsure of what to do.

You rushed to your window, flinging the curtains open and opening the doors to the balcony. The city was ablaze, fire’s were tearing down skyscrapers, people were screaming and constant booms were continuing and large explosions taking over your clear vision of the city.

The front door unlocked and loud and many footsteps echoed throughout the apartment, your father and mother stood in your doorway, he was sweating, eyes wide and face flushed.

“We need to go, girls’ get to the lobby and my men will escort you. Leave your things, now!” he yelled, watching as you all scrambled out of the room and out the front door, grabbing your father’s arm as you followed the group, stilling for less than a minute.

“What’s happening?” you whispered, fear not letting you speak any louder, fearing someone would hear over the booms.

“Rebels,” he sighed, “they found us, many more of them, they’re killing us, the ones in charge and their families, we need to go now,” he took your arm and ushered you down the stairs, other families clambering past your own and running to the lobby. Armed soldiers in heavy gear, heavy guns and heavy faces stood there, taking families one by one to trucks outside and it reminded you all too well of the first day.

Your father was yelling, demanding but every yell, shout and cry was a blur to you, your friends’ horrified faces, your mother’s tears, it was all too much and you found yourself at the back entrance, just down the hall and through the doors, you could still hear the commotion and prayed they would still be there when you had calmed down and collected yourself.

Staring at the cold cement walls and you steadied your breathing, this was not the time to lose yourself, you had finally steading the anxiety that ruled you, you needed to be in control of your emotions and not let fear get the best of you, you were the mayor’s daughter, you would be in the best of care at all times, always had been. This shouldn’t of been any different.

But it wasn’t, because as soon as you began to turn towards the door the exit door was flung open and tens of people poured in, these weren’t your people, these ones were dressed in rags, guns in their hands, lower face hidden by masks. One of them grabbed your arm, a man, much taller and stronger, he pulled  you into the group. His face covered in blood and dirt, he was tan, hair messy and undone, brown locks tangled and with a light dusting of smog.

“Take her to the van, Felix, Tae, you come with me, we’ll take out the others meet you back at the truck,” he yelled out and stormed past you with two other boys, your arm was tugged painfully as the other seven ushered you out the building, your yells being ignored as soon as you were outside, the screams of others, explosions and gun fire hid your begging.

“Please, please let me go, I don’t want to die, please I’ll do anything,” you cried out, your voice broken and throat scratchy, tears pouring down your cheeks as the shoved you into the back of an old and rusting army van, the other rebels pouring in next to you as two stood guard outside.

“Crying isn’t going to get you anywhere,” a harsh voice rung out, your eyes meeting hers and seeing no empathy in them, she had to be no older than you. Her face littered with scratches and bruising, her hair tucked underneath a hat, but under those injuries her features were soft.

“Plus,” she spoke, “crying doesn’t suit that pretty face,” and that was met with groans from the two you were sandwiched between on your side of the van. The one to your right, a taller girl, long blonde hair that had escaped from her pony tail.

“Flirting with the hostage? Not very professional, Shin.” She huffed, looking outwards as the boys from earlier returned, blood soaking their outfits and bustling to the driver’s seat.

“The others are off, soldiers not budging we’ll get ‘em later,” he was the smaller boy, a noticeable accent like the soldier boy before, he pulled his mask down as he spoke and spat out the threads from his lips. He looked to you, and back to his comrades. A sad smile fading from his face when a cough came from an unknown rebel.

He tapped the van twice before pulling himself into the back and sitting on the floor, pulling up the back panel.

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can you do angry sex with g!p ryujin? like her and sub!reader get into a fight

<3

Word count - 720

A/N: so sorry i havent posted in a while glad to be back? <3

You honestly don’t even remember what started your fight. The tension had been thick between you and your girlfriend for a week. She was home late constantly and it was driving you insane.

Waiting for her all night long only for her to come in and head straight to bed. A quick kiss to your cheek and she was out. So you started to give her the silent treatment. She noticed quick too, eyes welling up and lips constantly in a pout whenever you would avoid her eyes or turn your face away quickly for her lips to land on your cheek.

She just had enough one day, you pushed past her in the kitchen, your shoulder budging her out of the way, your small frame barely making her move but the gesture counted. So she grabbed you.

Hands pulling your hips back away from the counter and pressed your frame firmly against her front. Fingers gripping hard onto your hips. Lips ghosting over your neck as you heard her heavy and stifled breathing.

“Let go of me, Ryujin,” you grumbled, trying to take a step forward and away from her only to be pulled back into place.

“No,” she grumbled out, hands circling your waist now, fingers playing with the bottons of your shorts.

“You’ve been ignoring me, I know your mad,” lips pressing a single kiss to your exposed shoulder. Trying your best to remain your composure and not give in.

“It’s like you don’t give a fuck about me.” You whined out, crossing your arms. Her hands stilled as she turned you to face her.

“Take that back,” she gritted out through a clenched jaw. You would never give her what she wants, especially when’s she’s been such a dick.

“No, you don’t even care about me anymore, why are we even dating? What’s the point? You clearly don’t care!” You ranted out, your breath leaving you mid rant and her face growing more and more red.

“Baby, take that back.” She growled, eyes flicking up off the floor to meet yours and you honestly felt fear strike through your heart.

“No! Honesty fuck you, Ryujin-” you were cut off, maybe it’s your tone, or the lack of a pet name, using her full name or just thinking you don’t care about her that made her snap.

Grabbing you and spinning you around, hips pining your against the kitchen counter. Hands quickly undoing your shorts and pulling them down. A harsh slap against your ass as she undid her belt buckle.

“Fucking whore,” she grunted out. One hand on your lower back and keeping you pinned there. Taking her heavy cock out and lining herself up to your entrance. Hesitant for a moment as she hears you whine, stilling as she waits for a sign to continue and the way you back into her for some sort of release gives her all the signs she needs.

Pushing into you and not giving you anything to adjust, thrusting immediately and her hand on your lower back pushing down harder to keep you still, the other on your hip helping you back into her and push your ass plush against her hips over and over again.

The sounds of her hips slapping against yours echoed throughout the room and you were sure the thin walls of your shared apartment weren't shielding any noise from your neighbours. Groaning and grunting your name as she fucked you. You could already feel her precum leak and fill your cunt up.

You tried to reach your hands out to steady yourself but it was no use, she kept you pinned and draped her body over yours as she thrust over and over and over again. Her thick and veiny cock pumping and pulsing in you and you felt your mixed cum leak down your thighs, her thrusts becoming sloppy and jutting as she orgasmed, your own coming soon after as she emptied into you, with a short and uncontrolled thrust with every spurt.

A long and guttural groan left her lips, a quick kiss to the back of her shoulder followed by a sharp bite and suck, indeed leaving a few marks and she moved to the other shoulder. Coming up to your neck with her bites and finishing with a soft kiss.

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Masterlist (2)

Itzy

Yeji sending readers nudes to the gc (2)

Quarterback Ryujin part 1 (2)

Sub gp!Ryujin handjob

A guide to staying single in the apocalypse (Ryujin x female reader)

Studying with athlete!Yeji

Jealous gp!Ryujin

Detective Ryujin x female reader

Gp!Ryujin angry sex

Yeji eating out sleeping reader

Sub gp!Yeji

Twice

Fuckgirl!Tzuyu headcannons

Red velvet

Yeri gets reader pregnant

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fuckgirl!yuna headcannons??

<3

So so cocky

Loves messing with girls

Getting their hopes up just to dump them in the end

Has sex anywhere and at anything

Loves pulling girls into small corridors and fucking them against the wall

Obsessed with you the minute she met you

Pulled out all her tricks

Kissed your hand during your meeting

Hand on the small of your back as she passed you

Eyes flickering to your lips

Asked for your number

Just to be told “no”

To say she was shocked is an understatement

Goes a bit mad honestly

Constantly shows up around you

Brings you candies, flowers, pays for your drinks

Holds the door open for you

Her feelings for you quickly developed from a one night stand to wanting something more

She would sit at your lunch table, with your mutual friends and be silent

Listening to you laugh or what you were interested in

Researching everything you mentioned and turning up with gifts the next time you met

Thinks about you all the time

You finally start to fall for her whenever you notice she hasn’t moved on

She still wants you and one date wouldn’t hurt right?

Kisses you whenever you agree to go on a date and by the time you pull back and open your eyes she’s already gone

Her phone number written on a piece of paper that was shoved into your hand

She brings you to the nicest place she can afford, pulls your chair out, pays for the whole meal, drives you home, kisses you goodnight.

Surprisingly she doesn’t want to jump straight into sex, holds back a lot

Make out sessions briskly stopped before she loses control

Pulls back and gives you one last kiss

Is so gentle during sex

Praises constantly

Soft kisses

Wants you to guide her

Just overall a big softie

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can you write friends with benefits ryujin x reader where ryujin falls for reader and doesn’t know how to handle it?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Your 'arrangement' with Ryujin had started over a year ago, the two of you were lonely but damaged people, not ready for another relationship but everyone had needs.

You can't remember when it actually started, Ryujin does, she remembers every single moment with you. You had wandered into her room, drunk out of your mind and sobbing over your loneliness, falling into her arms and before she knew it you pressed your lips against her, she pulled back, steadying you and making sure you went to bed. Her mind racing and she was sure that it was a one-off thing, you would forget about it and both of you would just move on.

But you remember, embarrassed but coming up to her the next day and grabbing her by her shoulders, pulling her in for another kiss and she melted in your arms.

The two of you had been messing around, you had just wanted someone to pleasure you, someone, to be rough with you. But Ryujin was anything but rough, she was so gentle, always kissing down your stomach, praising you, telling you not only how beautiful you are but how special you are, how important, how important to her you are.

Your friends would constantly tease the two of you on how couple you acted, even strangers thought the two of you were a couple, it killed Ryujin, she had feelings for you since the day you met.

Every time you grabbed her, crashed your lips to her and dragged her to bed, she would let herself drift away to a fantasy where the two of you were together, taking her time with you, slowly, gently, lovingly.

Kissing you softly, having her thigh separate yours, one pinning yours down and her arm under your head as her other hand worked between your thighs, lips never leaving yours, her fingers pumping in and out, twisting and rubbing everywhere.

"So gorgeous, all mine...isn't that right, baby?" she was so possessive, letting all her feelings come out during sex, whining and husking into your ear.

"Mhmm~" you moaned in agreement, it was so good, she was so good, her tongue playing with yours as you started to cum. Soaking her hand, as she kisses you down from your high, swallowing every moan as she brought her hand up to your lips, two of them pushing in and gasping at how you took them immediately.

"Such a good girl~" whispering out, kissing your forehead and wide eyes watching as you licked her fingers clean.

(Part two soooon)

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Quarterback (1)

Ryujin knows she has no right to be jealous, she absolutely has no right to act how she is right now. You guys weren't even officially yet but she at least thought that the two of you were 'coupley' enough for others to back off

But clearly, she wasn't obvious enough in how you were hers.

Because now she's sat on the bleachers, being sent off the pitch at practice by the captain after getting into a physical altercation with her own teammate, who didn't actually do anything but comment on her bad pass and it led to a punch to the teammate and a punch to her back.

And now her knuckles are forming bruises as she grumbles to herself, at this point she's sure she looks insane. She tried, like really tried to look at anything else but you and Heejin, of course, it was her, as she corned you against the metal fence at the edge of the field as you both talked about god knows what, Ryujin was actually glad she wasn't within ear shot but everyone and their mothers were in eyeshot.

Heejin was the captain of the basketball team so why the hell was she out here?

She was meant to be in the gymnasium not out here talking to you, so close to you, and Ryujin had noticed the looks you would get from her (and others) whenever you would wander into their lockerroom (the cheerleaders had their own and she thrived knowing you just wanted to see her that bad)

After what felt like an eternity to her (in reality, it couldn't have been more than five minutes) another member of the basketball team came out, one Ryujin didn't recognise but the jersey she wore gave it away, she tapped on Heejin's shoulder and she excused herself from you and left.

Ryujin's attention was drawn away whenever the whistle of her captain shrilled through the air, half-time break, she knew she had at least ten minutes before she was needed back ineye-shot of her captain so she made her way over to you.

You didn't see her coming, you knew she was here but Heejin came up as soon as you were about to go to her and quizzed you about the shared class you had that she fell asleep in and what the hell the assignment was for tomorrow.

You were staring down at your phone trying to find the notes and pictures of the whiteboard you had taken to send to her but your phone was hit out of your hand and you looked up, angry.

"Ryu? what the fuc-"

She grabbed your wrist that hadn't moved from where your phone once was, she used it to push you back against the fence roughly.

"Why were you talking to her, huh? are you that bored of me already? running off to other girls now, is that it?" she was furious, she had a right to be, you changed her for the better, she loved you (but she was keeping that to herself for now) all she thought about was you and other girls didn't even exist to her at this point and now you've got her wrapped around your finger you thought it was okay to play around with other girls?

You scoffed, she was reminding you of the girls she used to play with and how they'd react when she moved on.

"Wh-what? Ryu, I was getting her the notes from class?" You moved one of your hands up to grip the loose jersey and pull her down to meet your lips, in an attempt to give her some reassurance.

She accepted it, and of course, she did, she was obsessed with everything you did but she didn't believe you.

"I'm sure you were, she was practically eye-fucking you, you knew I was here too, you wanted to piss me off right?" She pushed you further into the fence, and the metal pattern started to dig uncomfortably into your back.

You weakly moved your hand to cup her jaw

"Ryu baby, please just calm down, she has a girlfriend and I have you."

She leaned into your palm and leaned down again to press a kiss against your lips and when you break the kiss and lean back against the fence she still was her eyes closed and a smile plastered on her face.

She leans back in to give you a more heated kiss, hands flying to your hips and squeezing so hard that it'll for sure leave bruises. Her tongue begins to tease your lower lip and you open your mouth and let her toy with your tongue and suck on it slightly before pressing harder into your mouth and reaching her hands down to your ass and squeezing and slapping lightly.

You moan into her mouth and she smirks you can feel it against your mouth. It didn't last long enough as you got snapped back into reality when you heard the shrill whistle blow from Ryujin's captain but apparently, she didn't hear it.

She just continues to press into your mouth, growling almost as she gropes your ass harder and eventually drops her head down to your neck and bites down before licking over the mark.

Your hands against her shoulders are a sign she needed to stop. She takes a step back and smiles a lovesick smile.

'Shin! get your ass back on the bench now!' the captain yells and Ryujin leaves a last kiss on your forehead before jogging back to the pitch as you fixed your outfit and walked back to your cheer team.

Maybe this was just not Ryujin's day. She had just finished her after-practice shower and was back at her locker as she got dressed. She usually joined in on the lockerroom gossip but she was too busy thinking about you, she was still hard from your quick makeout an hour ago and all she could think about was going back to you and what she would do to you tonight.

She overheard Sooyoung and Hyeju talking, about girls, as they usually did and she would always just droned it out but something caught her ear this time.

She was a couple locker over so she heard their conversation loud and clear and she didn't like what she heard.

'Did you see her in that fucking skirt, God… I bet she's tight as shit.' Sooyoung bragged as she sprayed deodorant on herself. She knew Sooyoung was popular with the girls, she even had a thing for you a while back but she had an endless amount of girls and surely she was over you as you didn't give in easily like you did with Ryujin.

'I know dude,' Hyeju agreed as she pulled her shirt on over her head, 'She'll be at Yeji's party on Saturday sure, but you'll have to deal with me,' she smirked.

Sooyoung laughed and Ryujin had a suspicious feeling about this. 'I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind us taking turns'

Ryujin slammed her locker closed. Not bothering to put a shirt on and just pulling her team jacket over unzipped, she made her way to Sooyoung and pushed her against her own locker. One hand grabbing her shirt collar.

'Shut the fuck up!' She growled, Sooyoung was taken aback at first but just smirked.

'What? She's a free spirit and from what I can tell she has a thing for jocks' she retorts.

"Leave her alone, got it?' she yelled at slammed her back again.

Sooyoung winced before raising her hands up in defence, Ryujin backed off and grabbed her gym bag and made her way to leave the locker room.

'Well, we'll see about that on Saturday shin.' One last comment from Sooyoung and Ryujin slammed the locker room door shut as she left.

It was Saturday night, Ryujin sat on your bed as you finished getting ready, putting your earrings in as she sat back and admired you. She really didn't want to go but it was important to you, Yeji is the captain of the cheer team and you were celebrating winning the latest competition.

But after hearing the comments her teammates made about you, she was more than willing to tag along. She made her way behind you after you put your second earring in and just looked over yourself in the mirror.

She grasped your hips and pressed a loving kiss to your neck and looked to the mirror where your eyes met hers.

'You look so gorgeous,' she murmured against your neck as she pressed another kiss there and you looked down shyly. 'Thank you, baby.'

Leaning down and picking your her jacket up to drape around her shoulders, turning around and placing your hands on her shoulders, she clearly had something on her mind but she gave you a quick kiss as you fixed her denim jacket.

“C’mon. Don’t wanna be late.”

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can you write perv!itzy finding out that 6th member!reader got nipple piercing?

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Lia would be all over you, clinging to your shoulders and asking a million questions a minute.

Asking to see them, eyes lingering on your chest whenever you would go without a bra that day. The piercings would consume her mind 24/7.

So the day where you were getting changed in her room, peeking through the door as she peered at your figure as you changed in front of the mirror.

The sight being even better than she imagined, sneaking her phone through the crack of the door and snapping a picture for later.

The minute you dropped you had gotten your nipples pierced in conversation, she couldn’t concentrate on anything else you said.

Her mind running wild with the image of it, almost drooling at the thought. She had to snap back to reality when you called her name.

She came to your rescue when you complained of having trouble changing the piercings. Offering to do it for you and having to calm her shaking hands, as she watched you pull your shirt off again.

Her hands ever so delicately removing both piercings, fingers grazing over your nipples unnecessarily and rolling them as she tried to put new piercings in.

She would be so forward in wanting to see them. Trying to bribe you to take your shirt off with the promise off ‘only being curious’.

You eventually did, thinking what’s the harm in letting her seem them, you were proud of them after all but what you didn’t expect was her touching.

Her eyes lit up when you removed your shirt, hands coming up to your chest and pulling and tweaking your nipples in her fingers. Asking questions about the piercing process to distract you from her groping.

An awkward silence on your end, that she didn’t pick up on, as you stuttered out answers, her face coming closer and her hot breath making it more and more difficult to keep your underwear dry

She couldn’t believe your words. You were so shy and quiet that she thought it was just a delusional fantasy of hers. But she was dying to see your tits since she met you and now she has the opportunity to.

She asked what they looked like, did it hurt? All under a guise of wanting them herself and she sounded convincing enough to remove your bra and let her see for herself.

She was silent as she got closer, letting a hand rise up to fiddle with the metal there, letting her finger ‘slip’ slightly and graze your nipple. You stippling a moan.

She asked you if she could take a picture to show her piercer, having to intention at all of getting it done herself but pulling her phone out and getting every angle she could before you questioned her actions and quickly leaving the room.

She didn’t waste time with questions, rushing forward to see the metal poke out of your shirt. A hand coming up to poke at it and feel the rise in your nipple of where the bar was.

Shamelessly asking you to let her see and the confidence in her voice making you follow her commands without hesitation.

She was in awe as she fiddled with your chest, pulling and swiping with her fingers complimenting how well they suit you and how you should wear a bra less now to show them off.

She eventually started to hide your bras from you so you had no choice but to go without one, putting it down to a mix up at the laundry place. She had full, almost full, access to your chest and she loved every minute of it