#lcpd: itzy

[luciopioid]

Happy Ending

masc!ryujin x fem!reader . 3,792K words

tags: masc lesbian ryujin. fem(me) reader. bottom ryujin. loser ryujin. top reader. alcohol mention. enemies (?) to lovers (?). reader has vagina. scissoring. nipple play. lots of begging.

synopsis: you don't particularly like ryujin, but still you put up with her. one night when the two of you are alone, she reveals to you that it's all a front and she needs you more than she's been letting on.

note: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS! I slutted that girl OUTTTTT i hope yall enjoy.

You stared at Ryujin from across the table, your leg bouncing and your finger tapping simultaneously. You watched every word leave her mouth, every perfectly fabricated word. You subtly rolled your eyes as she continued to tell the rest of her story. 

Hate was a strong word, but like sounded even worse. You tolerated Ryujin because she was a friend of a friend. There was something so annoying about people who weren’t true to themselves– people who you can see right through. Ryujin might have been able to fool anyone else, but not you. 

“Are you there?” Ryujin asks as she tapped your leg with hers under the table, her tone ambiguous. Your shared friends stop to look at you as well, you feel a pinch of annoyance creep up on you with the sudden unnecessary attention. Ryujin did it on purpose, you know she did. 

“I’m listening.” You say, returning her tone. She gives you a look and goes back to her elaborate story. In truth, you were not listening. You knew Ryujin knew that too. 

“So?” She asks, obviously. Fuck. 

You feign ignorance, “So…what?” 

“So are you down to hang out tonight?” Your other friend interrupts quickly. 

“Oh.” Shit. This was clearly a bad look. Not only were you clearly not listening, but you were practically staring Ryujin down while doing so– or not doing so. “Of course,” You shrug, “Where?” 

“Mines.” Ryujin says, with a slight smirk on her face, looking directly at you. You bit back the urge to roll your eyes to keep things cordial, but god.  

“I’m down.” You say, your tone back to neutral. 

Your friends continue with their conversation. Ignoring them again, you glance at Ryujin. She catches your eyes, and averts her gaze after you didn’t look away. She takes an awkward sip of her drink. 

Interesting. 

You spent the first half of your night getting ready alone, letting the minutes slip by as you dolled yourself– for no particular reason. You waited patiently for your friends to reach your place, having plans for you to drive to Ryujin’s apartment. Within the hour, you’re waiting outside her door with your two friends, waiting for Ryujin to open the door. Alas, she does not. Instead a shorter girl answers, a bright smile forming immediately. 

“Hi guys! Come on in.” She turns around, guiding you guys inside the apartment. “I’m Ryujin’s roommate.” She adds as you reach the living room area. 

“You guys made it!” Ryujin exclaims once she saw the group of you. “This is my roommate, Lia!” She adds, Lia smiles sheepishly and waves while Ryujin introduces the rest of you to her. After casual conversation, you notice Ryujin reach into the cabinet behind her, grabbing a handful of shot glasses. 

“Shots, anyone?” She asks, her back still turned. Your friends exclaim, never having turned down a shot in their life. 

“I’m driving.” You say. Ryujin puts back two glasses. 

As the night continued, you watched the rest of the company as the liquor progressively reached them. Everyone becoming practically nerveless while they giggled and moved loosely to faint music coming from the speaker. All except for Ryujin. She fit right in to everyone who had been drinking, her inability to be subtle, annoying. In fact, you haven’t seen her pick up something to drink since you got here. She wasn’t acting drunk though, she just wasn’t drinking. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. Ryujin is perfectly allowed to not drink even if she is of legal drinking age and you know she drinks regularly. It’s perfectly normal, maybe she just didn’t feel like it. But like everything else she did– or didn’t do, this bothered you. For some particular reason. 

In a matter of hours, your friends are in various positions on the couch, sprawled out and asleep, Lia catching up to them as she tries to fight it. You hear footsteps behind you from the couch, it was Ryujin walking back into the room. She pauses next to you, the two of you watching Lia drunkenly (albeit cutely) fight sleep. 

Once Lia went to sleep, it was like an immediate switch with Ryujin. Her usual cocky tone, now soft and whispery.

“Is she out?” She asks softly, looking down at you, her eyes brown and gentle. You felt your stomach do a literal flip. All you could do was nod. 

“Are you sleepy too?’ She asks awkwardly, you wanted to burst out laughing. You realize this was technically the first time you’ve been alone with Ryujin. No friends around to impress, no one around to gawk at her— just you and her, alone. You smile immediately. 

You could A: Be normal and talk to her how you usually do and not acknowledge her entire 180 in demeanor, or you could B: do the exact opposite.

You shift a little to meet Ryujin’s eyes, or try to at least. “Why didn’t you drink?” You ask curiously, not caring of its invasiveness. She exhales sharply, looking around– instinctively– probably to see if anyone else was paying attention, but alas. She looks back at you, a stupid forced smirk on her face, “Cause you weren’t,” She shrugs, “I think.” You cock an eyebrow. “I mean I already wasn’t going to, but I didn’t want to be the only one not drinking. And then you said you weren’t going to as well so I just…” Ryujin rambled nervously, for no reason at all. You continued to stare. 

“‘I didn’t feel like it’ tends to work sometimes too, y’know?” You say, smiling, having way too much fun. “Oh. Yeah.” Ryujin smiles sheepishly, taking a seat on the floor as you do the same. You decided to take  advantage of this situation. You could maybe get to know the real Ryujin, the thought enticed you tremendously. “And to answer your question, no, I’m not sleepy. Wide awake actually.” She smiles and this time it’s with a little less anxiety. 

“Good. That’s good.” Ryujin muttered, pushing her glasses up on her face. “I’m used to being the last one awake with them.” You tilt your head. She was so unbelievably cute to you right now. She continued talking. “You would know that, but you usually don’t um, come by often.” 

Ryujin’s words hung in the air briefly, she opened her mouth to backtrack but nothing fell out. “Sorry.” She says sheepishly. You watched her talk, trying to keep your amusement hidden. You get comfortable on your spot on the floor. 

“You’re right. I don’t.” You account, because why not? “Busy.”

Ryujin’s expression faltered at your words. She let out an audible exhale. “Busy?” She parroted back weakly, her eyes finally meeting yours for a moment. You shrugged, amused at the way she shifted in her spot on the floor. You noticed Ryujin’s hands fidgeting on her lap, desperate for something to do. It was quite endearing. “Yeah, busy.” You repeated nonchalantly. “Too busy to come by?” she asked curiously.

“What, you don’t believe me?” You ask, teasingly. Ryujin bit her lip, shaking her head. This was almost too easy. Her habit brought your eyes to her lips, the scene of her biting her own plump pinks making your head light. You grin, eyes flickering back to hers. “It’s just…“ She muttered, whispering. You shift an almost unnoticeable inch closer. She was just spewing sentences repeatedly a second ago and now she can’t form a coherent thought. “It’s just…what?” You ask, voice low and teasing, physically unable to get rid of the shit eating grin off your face. Ryujin makes reluctant eye contact, her eyes only able to focus on yours for so long before inevitably darting to your low cut top, her eyes shooting up to your face once she realized you noticed her wandering eyes. And with no subtly all, she immediately looks away— at nothing. You couldn’t help but smirk, having the time of your life.. “Like what you see?” You whispered coyly, your voice still low and teasing.

Ryujin’s eyebrows furrowed, her face flaming an even darker shade. “N-no.” She stuttered. Adorably. 

“You don’t? ‘Cus I swear you were staring a second ago.” You rebut. Ryujin’s face is flushed in its entirety, her breathing uneven. She tenses up momentarily, her desperate eyes looking up at you through her big frames. 

“Please…” Ryujin practically whines, “Stop it.” She said breathlessly. It flipped an immediate switch and your grin widened as you shifted even closer to her. She was flustered beyond recognition. You wondered if there was anyone else who got to see her like this, if there was anyone else who knew she could be like this. 

“Stop what?” You ask, feigning ignorance, your voice low and teasing. 

Ryujin groans, getting fed up with your teasing. “You know what you’re doing.” She exhales. “It’s not…fair.” Ryujin pushes her glasses up and breathes in, shifting so she can compose herself to her best ability. You didn’t like that, so you place your hand on her thigh gently to work her up again. Her eyes dart down to your hand and her breath quickens once more. You smirked, noticing Ryujin’s immediate reaction to your touch. Her breathing faltered. “What’s not fair, Ryujin?” You ask, tone teasing again, intentional with the use of her full name. “How I’m able to get you so worked up? You don’t like that, huh?” 

You inch closer to her, if that was even possible. You get close to her ear, your hand squeezing her thigh with a gentle pressure. Ryujin’s breath hitches. “You know you get under my skin any chance you get.” You whisper to her. “Now you’re telling me what’s not fair,” You click your tongue in disappointment, “I mean come on.” Ryujin’s big, desperate eyes met yours, her chest heaving with her mouth parted slightly. Her lips looked so soft and inviting. You made sure she saw you prey at them as you met her eyes again. You smile, the idea clear as day on your face, but you don’t do anything about it, not yet. Wanting to keep Ryujin wanting and begging, even if she was still too stubborn to ask. 

“But I’ll stop.” You shrug, giving Ryujin what she was asking for. In your attempt to move away entirely, she finally speaks up. 

“Wait…”

She whispers, holding the hand on her thigh in place. You look up at her, curious.

“Please…” Ryujin’s chest heaves up and down, her eyes left yours bashfully. “I need you.” She confesses, her voice small. 

She looked so good flustered like this, her skin flushed with her dark hair falling over her face. Even if you couldn’t stand the girl sometimes, Ryujin was undeniably sexy and seeing her like this, vulnerable. Needy. It turned you on even more. 

“Look at me and say it.” You command. You were gonna give her what she really wanted, you just needed her to say it with her chest first.

No one has ever looked at you this way, so unbelievably desperate. Her eyes were low and wanting. Ryujin gets bold and moves your hand higher up her thigh. “I need you.” She affirms.

You let a beat pass, taking the moment to admire her once again before finally asking, “Where’s your room?” Ryujin’s eyes light in anticipation as she watches you get up, she follows suit, leading the two of you the few steps towards her bedroom. You close the door behind you, locking it. Just in case. Ryujin turns around in front of you, her body heat radiating off of her and onto you. Her scent and warmth making your head spin. You grab her waist before you lean in to whisper, “Go sit on the bed for me…” 

She obeys you and immediately sits at the corner of the bed. You walk closer as you take in the way she looks up at you. You stand inches away from her, between her legs. You hold eye contact as you slide your shirt above your head, leaving you in your bra. Ryujin’s breath quickens below you, her chest visibly heaving. She couldn’t believe this was happening right now, in an attempt to confirm it was real, she reaches up to touch you, but you swat her hand away. “No.” You say firmly. “You don’t get to touch me. Not yet.” Her eyebrows furrow in desperation and frustration, but still she obeys. “Y-Yes ma’am.” Ryujin nods, and you could feel yourself get physically wet, you couldn’t wait to make her lose control.

You squeeze your breasts over your bra teasingly before slowly unhooking it from behind and letting it fall off your shoulders. Your chest was completely exposed to her now, her mouth agape as her perving eyes burned into your breasts, not even bothering to look at you. You don’t mind though. You unbutton your pants before seductively sliding them down your thighs and onto the floor. Ryujin watched you do that too, entranced. You step closer to her. Ryujin’s eyes were glued to your figure, her body trembling in anticipation. Her hands were balled into fists, pressing at her sides to keep from touching you. You anchor yourself by putting your knee between her legs, firm against her heat. Ryujin gasps at the contact, her cheeks flushed and still so red. “You’re being such a good girl.” You whisper, your voice undeniably patronizing, but you couldn't help it. She was just too easy to tease. She reacts immediately, her breath picks up again as she leans back, holding herself up on her elbows. 

Ryujin’s hips moved subtly as your knee pressed against her, unsure if she was even able to. Again, you didn’t mind. You could see it in her expression that your words got to her, the effect they had on her. You could tell she wanted to get mouthy and retaliate but she didn’t. She was being a good girl. You almost wanted to give into her, give into what she wanted, but you decided to revel in your greed. 

“Does that feel good?” You purr, low in her ear, taking note of how her body shivered at the warm contact on the shell of her ear. You move your knee, adding more pressure to her crotch and Ryujin literally whimpers. You can see her shame begin to zip away as she decides to make a more confident rut against your knee and whine out as she does so. “Answer me.” You demand.

“Yes. It feels good…” She chokes out, speaking to the best of her ability at the moment. You lean down close to her face, your forehead flat against hers, Ryujin’s mouth inches away from yours. She leans in slightly to try and kiss you, extremely desperate to capture her lips in yours, but you pull away incessantly. You watch Ryujin’s face twist into a mixture of desperation and frustration. "Please." She whines, her expression begging. You could tell she wanted to be upset, get frustrated and talk back, but she knew better. 

Ryujin continues grinding her clothed cunt against your bare knee, the friction from the pull of her hips making her gasp while she begged for you. “Come back…” She says through soft moans, “Please.” You felt your head begin to spin. You genuinely could not deny her, not when she asked so nicely. She lets you kiss her first, the moment your lips finally met hers you felt her entire body relax as she surrendered to you. Ryujin then hungrily kisses you back, her soft plump lips latching onto your top lip as she sucked, wet and desperate. You pull her bottom lip with your teeth, reciprocating her action as you reciprocate her moans too. The kiss was eager, both of you wanting it just as bad. She, probably more than you, but still. You pull back reluctantly as you unzip her jacket, slowly sliding it off both of her shoulders, leaving her in a black tank top. You move down her body seductively, slowly pushing up her shirt. You notice her tense up shyly and you pause your movement mid torso. “Is this okay, Ryu?” You ask softly. Her body is squirming under your touch, but still she manages to nod frantically, her face flushed even more. You grin, reveling in the effect that you had on her right now. You tease her some more, pushing up the shirt slowly as it revealed her heaving stomach. You push the tank top over her now revealed breasts. You waste no time latching onto one of her nipples and sucking softly. Ryujin gasps into a moan. The contact of your warm, wet mouth on her aching nipple ran a shiver through her entire body. You lick and suck at the sensitive nubs, her back arching while she stifles exasperated moans. You look up at her from this position and see her biting her bottom lip to keep quiet, her cheeks still flushed. 

You unlatch yourself from her chest with a pop and begin trailing slow kisses down her torso, Ryujin’s body squirming continuously under your touch. With every kiss leading you to the waistband of her pants, you dig your fingers into it, looking up at her one last time for approval. “Fuck. Please hurry.” Ryujin whispers impatiently. Seeing her so impatient had you buzzing with desire— you had full control right now, something he clearly forgot. “Shhh… Patience, girl.” You say, deliberately moving slower in pulling her sweatpants down. “You don’t get to rush me either.” You say assertively. Ryujin lets out a frustrated whine, but she doesn't protest. Her hands gripping the bedding under her tightly, her knuckles turning white. She's trying so hard to be patient. "Yes ma’am... I’m sorry." She says, pathetic and bashful. Her words went straight between your legs. 

You slowly pull down her sweatpants, looking up at her with preyful eyes. You watched her grit her teeth and bite her lip to stop anything that could get her in trouble from coming out, but still you wanted to push her— make her needy on purpose– so you can put her in her place one more time. You discard of her pants, leaving her in boxer briefs with her tank top pulled perfectly over her breasts, looking so perfectly exposed for you. “Open your legs, baby.” And once again, You command, Ryujin obeys. You see the wetness that formed through the fabric, and you can't help but salivate. Your thumb slides gently over her pussy in a teasing motion, and she lets out a soft moan. "Please.." She begs softly, her body trembling. You pull her boxers down, with a little more haste this time. She opens her legs for you again and you relish in the sight of her beneath you, her pussy practically glistening from how wet she was right now, and it was all because of you. You stand up briefly to take off your own panties, you engulf her again, gently pushing her further back on the bed while you reposition yourself between her legs again. You swing one of her legs over your shoulder and shift slightly so that her needy clit met yours. Your eyes flutter and you exhale shakily, the wind physically leaving your body. You open your eyes to see Ryujin’s hand covering her mouth, she was looking directly at you, her eyes so desperately low and dark. 

You reach down to uncover her mouth and she immediately lets out a whimper while throwing her head back. You hadn’t even started moving yet, and she was already losing herself. As much as you wanted to keep teasing her, this felt just as good for you as it did her. “I need you,” Ryujin whined, “Please. Please fuck me.” You place a kiss on her leg before giving into her. You rock your hips against hers, the two of your pussies slick and wanting. Her back arches slightly as she whimpers wantonly at the contact. You do this a few more times, agonizingly slow,  seeing just what needy noises she’s able to make for you. Ryujin is already out of breath, her body squirming with need. "You want more, baby?" You ask, before you pick up pace again. 

“Yes. Yes I need more.” She wastes no time responding, and you waste no time fucking her. You grip her leg as you rock your cunt back and forth minutely, flesh against hers. Every single one of your movements earning you a shameless moan from her. You continued this pace as you reached down to take one of her nipples between your fingers and pinch. Ryujin’s hips buck as she moaned even louder, her sounds sluttish and desperate. 

“Mommy…faster… please.” Ryujin says breathlessly. You smile at the name, your head was getting too big for your shoulders.

 You grind yourself against her swiftly and minutely, your own orgasm beginning to build up in your stomach, but you still held out to keep fucking her like this. You snake a hand around her throat for balance, applying a firm, soft pressure, earning a mewl from Ryujin while she leaned her head back and let your hips work. You grunt, matching her whimpers with every thrust. Ryujin’s breath catches in her throat and you almost pull the hand on her throat back, before you glance and take note of her toned stomach tensing up relentlessly. This only makes you move harder and faster, you knew Ryujin was about to cum and you were too. 

“Close.” She chokes out through uncontrolled whimpering, her eyes cinched shut. You feel the coil build in your own stomach quickly, you were teetering over the edge and you trusted Ryujin was right there with you. Ryujin's body shakes uncontrollably, her back arching as she gets closer and closer to the edge. "Please, please, please." She whimpers, slurring her pleas. 

“Come for me.”

And with that the two of you cum together, strained moans and incoherent curses fill the room as you ride out your orgasm, literally and figuratively. Your vision blurs and this time it’s your turn for your eyes to cinch, the waves of pleasure crashing into you intensely, you felt your body go limp. You drop Ryujin’s leg and reposition so that you could hover directly over her, your chest and hers, heaving with ragged breaths. Ryujin's cheeks are flushed and her hair disheveled, her eyes still low and glazed with pleasure. You couldn't resist her. You lean down to capture her lips with yours. The kiss is soft and gentle, an intimate contrast to the events leading up to this kiss. The air in the room is thick and warm as Ryujin clings to you tightly while she kisses you back. 

[marquillosource]

Not necessarily lcpd related but do u happen to know y in general itziar doesn’t seem to be as involved as the other cast members (I.e press materials, behind the scenes, the documentary etc)

Hey anon, 

I think they mostly just do press junkets and stuff with the cast of the original gang; sometimes Itzi joins in, sometimes she doesn’t... I don’t really know, tbh.

[luciopioid]

main guitarist!ryujin showing her shameless groupie girlfriend that playing the guitar isn’t the only thing her fingers are good at 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ryujin x f!reader

guitarist ryujin. public sex (kinda) (do not recommend). fingering. dry humping a lil. ryujin is a sweetheart.

note: THX FOR REQUESTING AHHHH. hopefully you enjoy, anon. sorry this took me so long too LMAOOO

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You remember it like it was yesterday. Probably quite literally because it was yesterday.

As you and your friend entered the venue, you remembered how she told you that she knew the drummer and got a couple tickets for free. You ducked away to the bar while she trickled to the front to find a good spot. Walking towards the bar, you bump into someone, their ice cold drink spilling on your chest making you yelp in response. You look up at them, in unexpected shock, “Dude, what the hell?” You sigh, shaking the ice out of your shirt.

“You bumped into me.” The person says, matter of factly. You look at them to get a good look, greeted with deep brown eyes on the most gorgeous woman you’ve probably ever seen. Unfortunately her being hot didn’t take the red stain out of your shirt, but before you could complain any further she already walked away. You huff, grabbing napkins tv from the bar, forgetting the drink you initially had came for.

You walk back to where your friend is standing. Her eyes widen “What happened?” She asks. You roll your eyes, still making fruitless efforts to take the stain away. “Someone fucking spilled their drink on me,” You complain. “I just bought this shirt too.”

Before your friend can respond, she realizes the band trickling on stage and begins to cheer for them. You look up from your shirt, beginning to cheer too before immediately recognizing the guitarist.

“That’s her.” You say, leaning over to your friend.

“Who?” She asks.

“The one who bumped into me!”

“Holy shit. Ryujin?” She asks surprisingly.

You sigh. Of course she knew who she was.

“And she didn’t say sorry?” Your friend asks, rhetorically. “Huh. She’s usually super sweet.”

You just inhale in annoyance, not particularly caring anymore. You remember repeating her name to yourself in your head.

Ryujin.

During the entire set, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. You were almost certain she caught you staring a few times. You eyed the way she shook her head up and down, her shaggy hair getting in her face and sticking to her with sweat. You eyed the muscles in her biceps and forearms. The way they pulsed when she’d hit a certain chord. Particularly, you couldn’t help but notice her veiny hands. The speed at which her fingers moved every time she played a riff. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think she was blatantly attractive.

Ryujin.

At the end of the show, the band says their thanks and walks off stage, everyone else in the venue walking out as well. You weren’t sure why you and your friend stuck around until a shorter girl in all black holding drumsticks came up to the two of you.

“Jisu! It’s so good to see you!” Your friend exclaimed as she hugged what you assumed was the drummer friend she told you about. They catch up briefly after your friend introduces you to her. You don’t know how she met her or how she knows the band, but for a very fleeting second you thought about asking if they could introduce you to the guitarist too. Just for fun.

“You guys should come around back! We might get drinks later.” Jisu exclaims. You and your friend nod, following the drummer backstage.

You stand off to the side when your friend sees the band, but in a quick glimpse you see the guitarist in a corner. She’s wiping her guitar down and putting it back in the case. She catches your gaze and you immediately avert your eyes, turning your head.

“Hey.” She says getting up. She points, “It’s you!” She’s standing directly in front of you now, smiling.

“And it’s you who messed up an extremely cute top and walked away.”

“You didn’t hear me.” She says, realization in her voice. You shoot her a puzzled look.

“What are you talking about?”

She smiles and you feel a butterfly or two. Maybe three.

“I told you to hold on! I went to grab a shirt for you but you already walked away.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“Well you still–”

“Ruined an extremely cute top. Yes I know.” She sighs.

You fake a pout. She walks away for a split second and returns with a t-shirt. She holds it out with a smirk.

“It’s not as cute, but…” She trails off.

You hold it up in front of you, “No, this is sick.” You say in awe. The shirt had a drawing on the front of with the band’s name plastered on it.

“You think so?” The guitarist gasps. “I designed it! This was the first time we did tour shirts and I wanted it to be special.” She says, heartfully.

“No, I really like it. Thanks.” You say, genuinely.

The stain will probably come out in the wash anyway.

Having yet to stop smiling, she holds out her hand. “I’m Ryujin by the way.” You nod your head. Contemplating for a split second telling her if you knew that already. You decided to just tell her yours instead.

“Look uh… I think our drummer— Jisu was talking about going out later. Are you coming?” Ryujin asks. You didn’t want to lie, but an evening around your friend’s friends seemed like it would suck the life out of you– even if they did seem cool as hell.

“I see your face so I’m gonna take that as a no.” She giggles. “I planned on staying for the next band while they went out. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

You groan internally, not wanting to turn this gorgeous… beautiful woman down, but not really wanting to stay here either.

“And stand for another hour?” You joke, hoping to let her down easy. Ryujin persists.

“There’s a room upstairs.” She retorts, nonchalantly.

Before you can even refute, she's pulling you gently by the arm, “Come on. It’ll be fun. Their musics so good.” Ryujin pulls you towards your friend and the rest of the band.

You felt like a bit of a groupie, but the band didn’t shoot any knowing looks your direction when she told them she was staying behind with her “new friend” tonight. Your friend, however, smirks at you. You choose to ignore it, but also hoping it means something. Something. Anything.

They make their way out, going opposite of the way you were following Ryujin. Pass the bar, there’s stairs which to your dismay, had no clue about. She leads you to a room that looks down on almost the entire venue, you join her on the couch.

“How long have you been playing the guitar?” You ask. Out of nervousness, but genuine curiosity simultaneously.

She chuckles, probably reading your body language to a T. “Ouu. About ten years now I think.” Ryujin says, looking off to nowhere. You nod in impressment, “Yeah. I first picked it up in middle school!” She recalls.

You don’t know how much small talk you have left in you, but you remind yourself that you just met this girl and cannot throw yourself at her yet. Unfortunately.

“Why you sitting so far away, girl?” She smirks.

You fold your arms. “Don’t know if I trust you with that drink again yet.” You joke and she lets out a genuine laugh. You definitely felt more than a couple butterflies. Maybe in more place than one. She scoots closer to you, keeping a slightly respective distance but still draping her arm over the piece of couch that you're leaning against.

“Anyone ever tell you how gorgeous you are?” Ryujin asks and you roll your eyes involuntarily. She’s lucky she’s hot. You thought.

“You tell that to all the girls you get alone up here?” You retort. She scoots closer to you.

“Just the pretty ones.”

You scoff and she lets out another laugh. “I’m joking!” She says through a chuckle.

“I’ll have you know this is my first time here as well.” Ryujin adds.

Her leg brushes against yours and you felt your face and neck go hot. You can feel her eyes on you, studying your face intently.

“I meant it y’know,” She whispers, her voice coating the shell of your ear. “You’re beautiful.”

The feeling of her breath in your ear made your entire body shiver in reaction, your shameless arousal growing exponentially. You turn to face her, your face inches from hers. “Likewise.” You say, truly meaning it.

There’s a few moments of silence, Ryujin’s face so close to yours, her eyes lidded and visible even in the dim room. You decide to rip off the bandaid.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, voice low and wanting. She smiles, nodding her head as she presses her lips against yours smoothly.

Her lips are soft like you imagined. Plump and sweet with a hint of liquor, her mouth slightly cold from the ice. For a while it’s a tangle of lips together, wet velvety tongues brushing against each other with light gasps from the both of you. Ryujin licks into your mouth confidently, her hand wrapping around your throat as you moan in response.

She pulls back momentarily, her chest heaving and her forehead resting against yours. “Can I tell you something?” She smirks, her breath warm on your lips, just centimeters away. You nod.

“Jisu showed me a pic of you and your friend a couple days ago,” Ryujin whispers, “I thought you were so fine.” She places a light feathery kiss to your lips, one hand still on your throat and the other on your thigh. “Had to have you.”

You wanted nothing more than to sit on her face right now, but alas.

She grips both of your hips and the feeling sends shivers through the rest of your body. She pulls you gently by the hips, signaling for you to sit on her lap as she spreads her legs, all in one swift movement. You sit with your back against her chest, her hand trailing up and down your thigh.

“You okay with this?” Ryujin asks, her hands coming off of you briefly.

“God, yes.”

You have never been more okay with anything ever.

She bunches up your skirt so that your lower half is accessible. She rubs at your inner thigh, entirely too close to your core, making you whine and grind against her mindlessly. Ryujin decides to bring her other hand up to your chest, kneading your tit through your shirt. You moan incessantly as she finally slips her hand into your panties.

You lean, falling limp against her warm chest. Her long middle fingers drag from your entrance to your clit, slugging your wetness as she gasps softly. “So wet.” She murmurs.

You cover your mouth to stifle a moan and she almost immediately reaches up and gently moves your hand away.

“We’re all alone, baby.” She whispers, “I want to hear you.”

With her two slicked middle fingers, she presses gently against your entrance slowly to make sure that you were ready first. Your breath gets caught as she inserts her fingers into you, smooth and slick. You clench around Ryujin’s fingers involuntarily, but that feeling too made you mew out loud.

Her free hand goes to hold your hip in place against her, the contact making you grind against her, giving her the signal to move her fingers. She pushes them in and out of you slowly as she kisses your neck from behind, you tilt your head to give her more access. “You’re such a good girl.” She whispers, low, only for you to hear. You whimper as you rut against her.

You feel her fingers pull apart slightly, stretching you out more. She pumps you deeper now, doing anything to get you to make those sweet noises again. “F-fuck Ryujin…” You whisper. She smiles against your neck as she mindlessly picks up the pace.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name.” She mumbles against your skin, the contact from your ass grinding against her making her breathless too. You probably weren’t going to last long, being extremely on edge given that you’ve been resisting throwing yourself at her all night and because it’s been weeks since you’ve got some. You weren’t entirely sure if you were imagining this or not.

Ryujin fucks her fingers into you a little more firmly now, still keeping her pace. Her fingers curving a little once she reaches the base of her palm. You definitely weren’t going to last long like this. You felt your stomach tighten and your walls clench again. The only sounds apparent to you being the muffled music from outside the room, Ryujin’s light pants and the squelching from her fucking you. It was all too much, but so, so good. She bites down on your neck when she felt your walls squeeze her, “You close, baby?” She breathes. You manage to let out a strained “Mmhm.” Not nearly being able to form a coherent word right now.

She bucks her hips into you as she speeds her fingers up slightly, still curving them into you however. Your head falls back against her shoulder and you could hear her gasps so clearly in your ear. It only turns you on more. With a final pump into your pussy, you’re clenching her fingers with a death grip and whimpering like you were in heat. You squirm under her touch as you moan out entirely too loud. Ryujin’s hand never left your hip, her grip just tightening as she fucked you. You knew there’d probably be a mark there later, but the thought just made you more excited.

You catch your breath as she slowly pulls her fingers out of you. She grabs your hips and moves you up so she can move from under you. She helps fixes your shirt, “Are you okay?” She asks, gently. You nod in response, letting out a breathy yes.

“Can I return the favor?” You ask, moving your hands to her thighs. She catches your hands, holding them.

“No need.” Ryujin says, her eyes never leaving yours. “I uh… came already.” You blink. You’d be lying if you said that too didn’t turn you on.

“It’s been a while.” She said bashfully. You smile involuntarily.

“Shit. Me too.” You both let out a chuckle as the two of you fix yourselves up.

You sit in comfortable silence as the band finishes their set, her arm around you as you lean against her comfortably.

Once the set is over and people begin to pour out, she turns to look at you. “Give me your phone.” She says and you reach over and grab it from the table next to the couch, unlocking it. She goes to your contacts and puts in a number. She hands the phone back to you and you see her number with the name ryu:) attached to it. You save it immediately.

“I have to get going,” She starts, her tone unfortunate. “If you call or text me sometime, though… I’d love to see you again, yeah?” She says, bending down to kiss your cheek softly as she grabs her jacket.

You look up at her, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I’d like that…”

[luciopioid]

#2 from here. “Let me hear you make that sound again.”

yeji x f!reader

phone sex. dom yeji. she’s on tour and you miss her :(

note: I am SO sorry if you’ve just sent the yeji ask😭 I wrote about 90% of it before accidentally posting it and then having to delete it. I wanted to say that I did see it and that I thank you!!!!

You hadn't seen your girlfriend in three weeks.

Three weeks since you've been able to go over to her place and see her face, touch her hair, kiss her lips. Three weeks since you've been able to wake up in Yeji's bed and see her smiling brightly beside you. You missed her like hell. Since she's been on tour, she's rarely had time to call you.

She'd respond to your goodmorning texts well into the afternoon. She'd call you, but it would only be brief. You hated it, but understood nonetheless.

It was nights like this that you found yourself missing Yeji more than usual- in more ways than one. You were alone in your bed, in the dark room, missing her touch. Missing the way her lips felt against your skin. All of it. You couldn't barely sleep, for every time you closed your eyes it was a thought of her and only her. You decided all that was left to do was try talking to her and pray she wasn't busy. You decided to text her.

you: baby are you busy?

yeji: not at all, what's wrong?

you: are you alone?

yeji: do you need me to be?

You didn't even have time to respond before she was calling you. You felt giddy as you answered the phone almost immediately.

"Is everything okay?" Yeji asks and you feel your stomach grow tingly. She sounded so tired, and it pains you so much to say, but so hot. You were almost too lost in thought to respond.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just miss you." You say, "Wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh yeah?" She responds and you feel your legs go limp.

Yeji then goes on to tell you about her day, what time she woke up, what she did in the new city she was visiting. Anything that came to her mind and you couldn't help but be content for this was all you've wanted for days but also extremely turned on. It'd been weeks since you've last seen her, days since you've heard her voice. You also couldn't help the hand that sneaked between your legs while she was talking.

You surprised yourself at how wet you were, but when it came to Yeji, it was never out of the ordinary. She always seemed to have this effect on you. Even if she was miles away.

"Why'd you get so quiet? Are you okay?" She asks, abruptly.

"I'm fine. Keep talking." You say in one breath.

"Please."

You can almost hear Yeji grin through the phone.

"Oh." Is all she says. You try not to let a moan slip.

"That's why you asked if I was alone." She says to herself.

"Getting off to the sound of my voice," She clicks her tongue. "You miss me that much?" She tries to tease you, but you take it as an opportunity to let all walls down and audibly let out a whimper as your middle fingers still circled your clit.

You could barely respond. "I can hear how wet you are, you poor thing." She says lowly.

"Wish...wish you were here." You confess between moans. "It's not the same alone. I need you." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. All you knew was that you wanted her here with you more than anything else right now.

"I know, I know," Yeji coos. "But this will have to suffice for now, princess."

You moan at the sound of her calling you that. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

"I'd give up anything to be there beside you. To be kissing you.. to be fucking you." She whispers.

You tried imagining your fingers as hers, tried imagining her mouth on your neck and on your tits.

You whined at the thought.

"Fuck." Yeji says. "Let me hear you make that sound again, baby."

You whine wantonly as you feel your stomach clenching, your fingers still massaging your needy clit. You moan her name into the phone, praying that she took your question about her being alone as a command.

Moments pass as you come down from your high, chest heaving and jaw slack. “Miss you so much,” you tell her again as you try catching your breath.

“Me too, princess.” Yeji says. “Can't wait to have you like that in person…”

[luciopioid]

introduction post ✮⋆˙

hellooooo! my name is cami. im black and go by any pronouns.

unfortunately i have been on here for literal years, but this is my first writing blog! i write a lot on my down time, but i like to write fics for fun sometimes so I’ll usually post them here.

directory

all my writings are under “lcpd: [person/fandom]” for example: #lcpd: minnie

requests

requests are totally fine and more than welcome. (unless stated otherwise in my bio). you can find requests under the same lcpd tag.

who i write for (as of right now):

red velvet, wjsn, dreamcatcher, (g)-idle, itzy, fromis_9

dc comics

overwatch

what I won’t write

male characters x reader

anything cnc or non consensual

no hard bdsm

explicitly male reader. (always willing to do gender neutral though)

thank you for reading!