Whitty x reader x ruv separate Oneshots (hiatus)

(Oneshot #3) Ruv||Mafia AU !!smut!!

OK UH, LEMON. YEAH. LEMON. THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER LEMON THAT WAS ALSO REQUESTED BY ANOTHER BESTIE. SO ENJOY I GUESS

RUV X READER SMUT MAFIA AU
⚠️ TW: SMUT: INCLUDES SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER, INCLUDING I THINK HAIR PULLING AND TYING ⚠️ istg that was so cringe to type out

UPDATE: I HAVE LEFT THE FANDOM ABT A (2) MONTHs AGO BUT ILL STILL BE WRITING THIS STORY HERE AND THERE BUT SUPER SLOW UPDATES, EVEN THOUGH WHITTY'S CREATOR LEFT THE FANDOM I'M NOT GOING TO WRITE ANY SMUT ABOUT WHITTY (he doesn't have any sexual attraction to anyone) BUT RUV I CAN WEITE SMUT BOUT HIM. ( i think idk lmk if its allowed) 

I am literally so sorry, I am SO SORRY.

I'm also not a professional at writing lemons or smuts so bare with me plzsdsd

UNEDITED

so basically you piss off the mafia leader ruv, you get chased down and so on

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'Ah sheesh, work is so damn tiring I swear. I'm literally about to knock out in place right now.'

You detected a bad odor and followed it to its source, which essentially led to yourself. You knew you needed a shower as soon as possible. You hurriedly pulled a towel from your bed and dashed into the bathroom. After getting the water to the ideal temperature, you peeled off your clothes. You exhaled a breath of relief as the warm water splashed on your back, allowing the warmth to pervade your entire body and eliminate any remaining cold spots. Before using shampoo on your hair, you should wet your h/t (Hair type). While this is going on, your mind begins to wander, causing you to zone out. You remembered a very close friend who had sent you a message, and the two of you immediately began a chat.

'What were we talking about again?'

In your head, you said so. Then you recognized what had happened when you instantly thought of the term 'PARTY.' Sarv, a good friend of yours, asked you to a Friday party. 'However, isn't it Friday today?' You were still damp, but you wiped your hands dry and reached for your phone to check the time and date because you had a towel handy. "The 8th of April, 2021."And well shit. It's today.

You still kept your hopes up, thinking and hoping that it wouldn't be passed before the party began. You quickly opened Instagram and scrolled up from where she stated the time to sarv's contact. "It's 8:30 p.m."

And it turned exactly 6:15

You continued to bathe while inhaling and exhaling deeply out of relief. You opted to wear a basic oversized hoodie with simple above-the-knee-length shorts, white ankle socks, and your Converse after slipping on your clothes.

It was now around 7:47 p.m. And you were debating whether to put on a simple dress or keep the clothing you're wearing now. At the same time, you assumed the party wouldn't be anything remarkable, with people gambling, a disco party with people making out all over the place, and drunken individuals looking for a partner to get laid.-

"Yeah What the fuck."

You were standing outside your parked car, staring at the large building in front of you, which was lit up from the inside with a variety of various colored lights, and the music was loud enough to be heard muted from the street. You slammed the door and locked the car, grabbed out your phone, and dialed Sarv's number.

"Y/N YOOO!!"

You flinched as your phone began to ring and heard a familiar cheerful voice from the left side. You noticed the face of Neapolitan ice cream. You returned her greeting and attempted to strike up a little discussion, at least until she grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the building. Your nose was hit with a cigarette-like aroma that was blended with alcohol, several perfumes, and sweat almost instantly.