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luvyeni · 2 months ago

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( reaction ) riize when you’re ovulating ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ using riize when you’re ovulating ヾ

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request. hear me out ☝ riding Riize and using them like a toy or whatever you want because you're ovulating.....

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

your ovulation week really puts his dancers' stamina to the test , but he does keep up – ready to be used by you whenever you need him. “again baby?” he smiled as you climbed into his lap. “so-sorry taro , but i need you.” the feeling of your warm cunt suffocating his cock. “fuck , don’t worry baby , take what you want love.” lets you move on your own pace , just sitting back , toying with your sensitive nipples. “fuck baby you feel good?” he was smiling as you used him , he loved this. “so sensitive baby , you gonna cum again?” you nodded , legs tired as you came , but that didn’t stop you. “taro , need you.” he sprung into action , wrapping his arms around your waist fucking up into you. “fuck taro im gonna cum.” it’s not about if he cums when you’re ovulating it’s about calming you down for a while , and if that means letting you use him to cum then he’s down forsure.

“that’s it baby , i know you want to cum again , cum for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

the only time he’ll let you do what you want — but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have control of the situation. “slow down now.” he commanded , you whined , your clit grinding against his pelvis. “fuck , I said slow down.” he slapped your ass. “seok please.” you whined , holding his shoulders. “listen here.” he grabbed your cheeks, you finally slowed down. “just because you’re ovulating doesn’t mean you can act like a disobedient slut.” he let your face go. “o-okay.” you moaned , he tapped your ass. “good , now keep going.” you resumed bouncing on his cock , his tip kissing your cervix. “yeah fuck just like that.”

“that’s it keep bouncing on my dick like a good girl and i’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

he loves this, he wants you to do this, use his cock, milk him for all that he has and then more. sex when you’re ovulating is the best sex in his eyes ( even tho it doesn’t matter ) it last for hours and almost every day … he’s in heaven. “oh fuck you’re killing me baby.” he chuckled , his head sticking to his forehead due to swear as you sunk down in his cock for like the 5th time , already full of his past loads. “fu-fuck im gonna shoot blanks if you keep going.” your sweet cunt clenching around him. “we-we can stop.” he slapped your ass making you yelp. “did I ask you to fucking stop?” so you didn’t you actually sped up. “yes fuuuuck.” his hand coming back down to your ass again. “that’s it.”

“keep going , use my fucking cock.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

now this little fucker is a tease, he knows you’re hornier than normal because you’re ovulating, but he just can’t help but tease you. “no don’t move yet.” you whimpered out. “stop it.” he had been holding you down on his cock, feeling him twitching inside of you. “i need to fuck you.” you moved your hips against his wishes , he chuckled at your neediness. “need to fuck me?” he groaned watching your precious cunt suck him in. “so slutty baby.” he said , slapping your ass as you bounced on him, legs slap against his. “using my cock , fuck , humping me like a bunny in heat.” you moaned. “is that what you are? a slutty bunny wanting to use my cock to get off?” you nodded , “yes , please fuck!” he slapped your ass , signaling you speed up.

“then speed up slut, ride my cock like you mean it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants to treat you like a princess when you’re ovulating; but knows you like to take control when you’re ovulating so he lets you — at least that’s what you think. “baby slow down.” he said softly, holding your waist. “i'm not going anywhere princess.” you whined as you held his shoulders, his cock stretching you out just how you wanted him too. “just want to fuck you.” he chuckled, kissing your bust tenderly , you nipples sensitive. “you feel good, baby.” he said , he’d hold off on cumming simply so you could continue. “fuck hannie im gonna cum.” he let you cum , but you kept going. “fu-fuck baby.” he groaned. “hannie im gonna cum again.” you were insatiable but he knew you’d calm down eventually. “go a head princess.”

“cum all you want.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

sohee ears and his cock stands up the moment you randomly told him that you were ovulating. “lay down.” you told him, and he obey — because why wouldn’t he? you unbuckled his pants, ridding them of his bottoms along with your bottoms. “so pretty baby.” he groaned as you stroked his cock, sinking down on him. “oh fuck use me baby.” you began to move you hips , bouncing on his length. he was more of a mess than you were , you were using his cock as your own personal toy , you had been at it for about an hour and you didn’t seem to have any plans on stopping any time soon. “oh fuck baby.” he whined , throwing head back in pleasure. “fuck.”

“just keep using my cock , keep making yourself cum on me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton ﹚ .ᐟ

gives you exactly what you want , no fighting. he just lays back and allows you to do what you want to do. “o-oh fuck.” he moaned. “fuck baby this feels so good.” your hand was wrapped around his neck lightly not choking him as you rode his cock. both of you were lowkey fucking each other out , this always happened when you were ovulating and he loved it. he’s a dom , but he loves when you take what you want from him. “wait baby fuck.” he moaned , the room was hot , and both of you were sweaty — and anton was spent, you had milked him dry , but you weren’t letting up. “fuck baby i don’t think i can cum again.” you whimpered , still needing his cock even if you were already stuffed full of him. “pl-please one more , just one more.” you moaned. “fuck im gonna cum.” he was sure he was gonna start shooting blanks soon , but he allowed you to keep going.

“fuck baby keep going if you want.”

©️LUVYENI

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muntitled · 1 year ago

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Req - Something about Shotaro? Oh my god anything, your writing is just so????;!!;?$3

Maybe some smut on the toxic-ish side about how he appeals to be a loving boyfriend to your friends but behind closed doors he’s a lot more intimidating/manipulative, but you’re still just so weak for him (maybe even more so because of it???) and just can’t control yourself around him. Idk, I’m literally clueless but I just know I need that immaculate brain of yours combined with Taro!!!

Much love, and Happy New Year!!!

A/n: I'm not gonna lie... This took a good chunk of my sanity trying to write, I can only hope that you like it. Also happy new yearrr

𝗣𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁

Osaki Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shotaro is your golden retriever boyfriend... until he isn't

Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Best friend!Sohee, Possessiveness, Slight Dark fic, Toxic!Relationship, Manipulation, Smut (+18) Dom!Shotaro, Fingering, Grinding, Choking, Teasing

Your shoulders are as rigid as two metal cinder blocks, keeping your head from rolling off onto the floor. Barbed wires twist with anxiety in the pit of your stomach because you know, despite the sunshine disposition, despite the smile, despite the glassy doe eyes, Shotaro is pissed, and he definitely wants you to know about it.

“I swear on my unborn child,” Sohee, your best friend (your best guy friend) exclaims over a mouthful of ramen, “Yours is the only man I'd ever let cook for me. The rest of the male population can choke.”

While Shotaro basks in Sohee's praises with a modest sunshine smile, you sigh under the pressure of your boyfriend's grip on your thigh as you swiftly say, “You're quite literally a member of said male population-”

Sohee lowers his chopsticks before assuming a vaguely threatening stance with his cheeks round and stuffed. “Begrudgingly,” he says, “Not by choice.” You do not laugh but you try to.

Sohee bounces up and down in his seat, seemingly oblivious to your nervousness and Shotaro's skillfully hidden vexation.

“This is why I needed you two to end up together.” Says Sohee, swinging his head towards you. “My Golden Retriever best friend,” he swings his head towards Shotaro, “And my Golden Retriever coworker-”

“It's getting late, Sohee-” Shotaro's voice is calm and his head is still tilted as he says, “Should I call your uber?” You gulp silently as Shotaro's hand rubs up and down your thigh in a dizzying motion.

“Not very Golden Retriever of you,” Sohee grumbles before slurping down the last of his soup, “But that's okay because you're perfect in everything else-”

“Are you trying to steal my boyfriend, Sohee?” You hope cracking a joke might alleviate some of the one sided tension only you seem to be aware of.

Despite the smile, Shotaro is having a very difficult time remaining patient, especially because he had plans. Before Sohee had hijacked your attention, Shotaro would venture to say that he was actually somewhat happy at the start of the evening… before he found himself sharing your time with your over exuberant best friend.

There was a lively, almost vibrant pep in his step when he got off work, despite the tiredness in his muscles. As Shotaro made his way down the corridor towards your apartment door, his head was bowed with his eyes glued on his phone.

Your whimpers resounded in the clarity of his headphones. He watched you cum around his fingers, absolutely transfixed- so transfixed he almost doesn't recognize movement in his periphery right when he reaches your front door.

Far too swiftly, Shotaro plastered a smile on his face as he paused the video, dropped his phone into his pocket and lowered his headphones before bowing to your elderly next door neighbour.

He muttered a polite “안녕하세요,” in greeting, and the tiny old woman responded just as amicably.

She, as well as every other person in your life is absolutely floored by his politeness.

“What a nice young man,” she said, as she continued her way down the corridor, leaving Shotaro chuckling to himself because the thoughts he was having were certainly kilometres off on what a nice young man should be thinking.

He could not help that he had been thinking about you the whole day. Not even just sexually. (Although he did miss your body terribly. Shotaro was absolutely obsessed with the way it worked: You were always so unmistakably pliant for him. Like clay). Even simply being this close to your space made his heart overblown with satisfaction. Your house had always been somewhat of a safety enclosure for him. His own little piece of peace away from the outside world.

As he inserted the password and turned the knob, Shotaro imagined how you'd be waiting for him after work by the door like you usually did. Swimming in his oversized shirt as you stood with your arms opened wide.

None of those things happened.

Shotaro trudged into your house, sweaty and physically defeated from another day of exerting himself with rigorous routine. The thought of melting into your arms had been the only thing keeping him vaguely upright, when all he wanted to do was collapse on a pile on the floor.

As he proceeded to kick his sneakers off at the door, Shotaro’s brain nearly short circuitrd at the sight of you standing before him… fully dressed.

Not for any reason beside the fact that he had hoped to find you dressed comfortably enough to touch each other while you both cuddled lazily on the couch.

He was not being unreasonable in his expectations.

“Are we supposed to be going somewhere?” Shotaro asked quizzically with his doe eyes widened in cute curiosity. He eyed your halter neck and maxi skirt with much discontent.

“Oh good! You're home! I actually have something to-” Before the words could escape your mouth, he immediately enclosed you in a hug that you drowned in.

“Missed you so much,” he murmured before splaying various sloppy kisses on the side of your face, “Couldn't stop thinking about you the whole day… your face-” A kiss, “Your mouth-” another kiss, “your boobs-”

“Taro, I have to tell you som-”

“God, I hate people!” he exclaimed above you with his arms falling to your hips.

“I shouldn't have to remind you that I count as people.” You jest in vague nervousness.

“When I say I hate people, never ever, do I mean you,” he whispered above you before patting your head down as if you were, less his human girlfriend and more something that went about its life on four legs.

“Do I count as people?”

Your shoulders stiffened and Shotaro's arms grew rigid as his head snapped up to look at your best friend- his co-worker.

Sohee makes his introduction behind you in the same outfit Shotaro saw him in at dance practice and he waved lightly.

Shotaro's shoulders sag infinitesimally but that smile on his face is all too permanent.

Sohee spinned around before mumbling, “Also I'd appreciate it if you two didn't hump each other out in the open for my viewing pleasure.”

Instead of actually feeling compelled to eat you now sit idly at the dinner table, picking and prodding at the ramen Shotaro has prepared for you all.

Your boyfriend's irritation is subtle and you could definitely miss it in the brightness of his overall countenance.

“I mean, it's not that I don't wanna be in a relationship- it's just that, seeing you two has inspired me… I guess you could say?” If it weren't for Shotaro's hand on your thigh you might have actually listened to the countless praises he dotes on Shotaro.

Praises about how good of a man he is. How perfect he is. How absolutely wonderful he must be for being able to put up with you.

All through the dinner, Sohee talks and talks, and you sit with your fingers curled around the end of the table, trying to stop yourself from not reacting to your boyfriend’s minstritations.

It is only when the dinner ends, and Shotaro escorts Sohee to the door, that you finally feel the first real signs of anxiety begin to solidify in your gut.

You're trying your best to load the plates into the dishwasher with a steady hand when you feel a daunting presence behind you. Evading eye contact, you swiftly and succinctly say, “I'm sorry. He had no where else to go-”

“He has a house. Try again.”

You sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut at the coldness in his voice.

“He's my best friend, Shotaro,” you say with finality before straightening your spine and turning to face him. You’re both pressed on opposite ends of the kitchen. Both with your arms folded.

“I don't really like your friends.” He says.

“I don't think my friends should be your problem, is what I'm saying.” You clarify. “And anyway, I thought you’d like the fact that Sohee’s my friend.”

Shotaro Scoffs as he says, “I'd like it more if he didn't try to inject himself into our relationship, babe.” Shotaro's voice is incredibly calm, but his words are aimed like an arrow doused in poison, as he closes the distance between you two. Your attention is fixed on him as he lifts his hand to trace small lines on your exposed collar, and you nearly fight the urge to make your eyes flutter shut.

“Not to sound like a tired fucking cliche but, I'm just thinking about what's best for you-” That snaps you out of it.

“What's best for me or what's best for you?!" You exclaim before slapping his hand away.

If only you knew how badly that particular passive-aggressive action affected him. Shotaro crowds you against the counter as he pushes his front up against yours until he's quite literally peering down at you. You refuse to crane your neck back and look up at him.

He was being ridiculous.

“I'm not choosing between you or my friends, Taro-”

“You're so pretty, you know that?” His completey-out-of-left-field comment, especially layered with that sweet-as-honey voice of his, shoots straight to your core, and you grab the counter behind you for support. “And smart too,” he says, before trailing his hand down your arm, eliciting a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Shotaro’s touch is not only sensual, but its molten fucking lava and it nearly has you melting into a puddle on the floor.

“So I trust you to make your own decisions.” He says, nodding with cute finality before lifting your face up by your chin.

“Taro…” Your heart resorts to frenzy, and your head flies backward when Shotaro drifts his fingers past the seams of your maxi skirt. His are fingers- quite literally making their descent down your underwear while you remain too dumb to do anything but say: “I-I knew Sohee before I knew you.”

He only pushes up against you further, letting his hand grip the side of your neck. “You really think now is a good time to throw that in my face?” He asked with a tilt of his head and his hand now sliding over your cunt.

“You're not wet,” he whispers, “Why aren't you wet?” Before you're ever able able to answer, Shotaro drops to his knees before picking up the ends of your billowing skirt and disappearing underneath the fabric. A torrid gasp escapes your throat when his warm breath skates over your cunt and you're once again throwing your head back in absolute ecstasy.

He pokes his head up from underneath your skirt, cute smile on display while his fingers massage your aching clit. “You're always so wet for me, baby," he says with a childish frown, "What's the matter, huh?” He tilts his head again. “Is it your friend?”

He asks casually, as if his middle finger was not easing its way past your entrance … as if he his fingers were not already drenched in your arousal in less than a minute. “Fuck, Shotaro-”

“Is it because of him?” He continues to ask, now fully moving his fingers in and out of yoy while he remained on his knees- gaze never once wavering. “I'm sorry, bunny,” He says with faux concern, “I didn't know Sohee meant so much to you!”

“F-Fuck Taro-”

At the sound of his name, Shotaro's other hand grips your thigh, only opening your legs wider to split you all the way open against his fingers rough minstriations. He alternates between his middle and index. Sometimes splitting you open with both, until you were thoroughly bucking forward, to the pace that he had set and you were chasing your own orgasm furiously.

“You look like you're gonna cum for me, baby!” He exclaims with big bright eyes and a wide open smile. Equal parts adorable and completely fucking manic.

“Ask me to cum,” he whispers, still looking up at you like you were the best toy he could've ever hope to get. “I control your body. I control every part of you.” He says, “So ask me-”

“Please, Taro!- P-Please can I come?” Your hands have long ago found purchase in his blonde locks and you squeeze your eyes shut, bucking into him at a frenzied pace.

“Look at how pretty you are when you're following orders!” He exclaims as if you truly were a child. “So pretty,” he’s absolutely mesmerising, “My pretty girl gets to cum all over my fingers-”

You've already jumped off the cliff, letting your hips stutter as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Shotaro's eyes appear almost pained by the sight in front of him. How easily you break for him. Whenever he wanted. You truly were in control of his entire being.

“G-God-” Your failed attempt at talking brings a wave of warmth over Shotaro's countenance, and he finds himself pleasantly satisfied once again. He lifts himself up to his full height.

“what a gorgeous girl,” he whispers before pushing his forehead against yours, “My gorgeous girl,” he murmurs before sliding his fingers - the fingers that were once inside you- past your trembling lips.

#riize #riize fanfic #riize x reader #shotaro x reader #shotaro smut #osaki shotaro #osaki shotaro x reader #osaki shotaro smut #riize smut #riize headcanon #lee sohee x reader #sohee x reader

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dollyhyuckii · 2 months ago

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THE FIRST SNOW —— !⋆୨୧˚ (리제)

❄️ ⋆୨୧˚ based of first snow: exo⋆୨୧˚

in which… shotaro and you share your first snow together, ending with a kiss that makes the moment unforgettable. — 쇼타로 x fem!reader ⋆୨୧˚ fluff/drabble ⋆୨୧˚ established relationship wc 403 • pet names such as baby!, made with love by autum ⋆୨୧˚

⋆୨୧˚ authors note- likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated, everything is in lowercase on purpose, enjoy reading ⋆୨୧˚

as the first flakes fell quietly soft whispers from the sky as you walked beside shotaro, his hand was tucked in yours as his fingers were warm through his gloves, the city felt different tonight, the usual bustle muted by the snow, everything was still, as though the world had just paused just for the two of you

shotaro tilted his head back, his breath foggy in the cold. “it’s really snowing” he said, his voice filled with wonder, as a snowflake landed on his nose, and he blinked, startled before letting out a soft laugh

you couldn’t help but laugh with him, your heart fluttering at the way his smile lit up his entire face “it’s so beautiful..” you saw softly, glancing at the snow covered streets

shotaro looked at you, his expression was warm despite the chill in the air “it is isn’t it baby” he said, but his gaze didn’t leave yours

your cheeks grew hot under his attention, and you turned away , trying to hid your smile. he had noticed, of course as his laugh turned softer, like the snow that was falling around you two

“wait” shotaro said, letting go of your hand for a moment, he bent down, scooping a handful of snow as he pressed it into a clumsy little ball “first snow deserves a snowball fight doesnt it?”

you grinned “oh your so on”

it didn’t take long for the both of you to develop into laughter and shouts, tossing snow back and forth until you were breathless. at some point, shotaro dropped his snowball and closed his distance between you, brushing a little stray of a snowflake off your scarf

“your so pretty like this” he muttered, his voice now quieter almost shy

your heart skipped a beat, before you could say anything he leaned closer, his lips bruising against yours, the kiss was soft like the first snow itself, delicate but unforgettable

when he pulled back, his cheeks were pink, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or the kiss “our first snow together..” he said , his voice holding a note of wonder

you smiled, your hand finding his again “the first of many more,” you replied

the snow kept falling, but it was no longer cold, with shotaro by your side, it felt like the world had been draped in warmth, a perfect moment frozen in time

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liquidsmooth · 7 months ago

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Riize as Boyfriends

ot7!riize x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: usage of ‘princess’ in shotaro’s section, mentions of astrology lmfao, mentions of food in wonbins, loser sohee 😓, lmk if any are missing!

request: yes😝

a/n: bring seunghan back before i riot i miss him🙁

Osaki Shotaro

- he can drive😏

- you’re definitely his passenger princess

- doesn’t let anyone else in the passenger seat even if you’re not there

- “that’s y/n’s spot” “they’re not-” “doesn’t matter”

- dates are not planned and are probably out of the blue

Song Eunseok

- dates dates dates

- hes a pisces (me too) so you know communication is KEY with his ass

- sensitive but in a good way

- honestly he gives off vibes where he would kick his feet and giggle whenever you message (i do this i think it would be funny)

- pays A LOT of attention to you even if you don’t realize it

- has note page about things you like, dislike, all that type of cutie stuff

Jung Sungchan

- such a sweetheart

- intimidating in public, softie in private 😇🙏🏻

- loves you so much

- hella energetic gonna yap your ear off

Park Wonbin

- def a bf who would let you do anything you want to him

- you wanna do his hair? already has hair ties out.

- you’re hungry? he’s already putting his shoes on and getting out the door.

-he is absolutely down bad for you and has no shame about it.

- whatever you want, you get.

Hong Seunghan

- cocky but also so sweet

- another intimidating guy, no one will fw you if hes there😭

- despite him looking intimidating he’s actually so gentle with you

- i see him as someone who will be def passionate in his relationships

Lee Sohee

- im sorry he gives off such loser vibes 😭😭

- follows you around all the time

- physical contact is a yes for him

- clingy bf

Lee Anton

- no matter how long yall have been tgt he will still be shy

- quiet bf🤗🤗 but also very attentive, u cannot fool him

- reads you like a book

- prob was ur friend before ur bf

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slytherinshua · 11 months ago

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PIGGYBACK

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. shotaro x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. no. a/n. i'm so tired of there being no taro fics like omg my baby deserves more 💔 but this time the taro bias is taroing 🫡

“But they’re sore!” Shotaro’s whines were almost incessant as you walked back home. You had assumed that your pro-dancer boyfriend would be more than fine to go on a hike with you given how nice the weather was. It would be a waste to just stay at home. The hike was mostly pleasant, but walking home was when he started complaining about how sore his legs felt.

“We’re almost there, you’ll be fine!” You continued to drag him, pulling his hand that clung quite tightly to yours as if it was the only thing keeping him from completely toppling over on himself.

“Just 1 piggyback ride? Please?” He tugged at your hand, digging his feet into the ground, determined to not walk any further.

You stopped and looked back at him skeptically, “You want me to carry you?”

He nodded eagerly, “I seriously can’t do another 20 minutes.”

“And you trust me to be able to carry you?” You asked. He just grinned at you and nodded his head, already making ways to get on your back.

It was hard to say no to him, even though you were unsure about the idea. You did feel a little bad about dragging him on the hike when he had told you his muscles were sore from dance practice. You let him hop on your back without another word of protest, adjusting to the feeling of his entire body weighing on you. It wasn’t quite as bad as you expected, and with him wrapping his arms securely around your shoulders, you continued walking.

“You know, you’re kind of childish sometimes.” You muttered, heaving Shotaro up a little when he started to slip.

“I know.” He giggled.

“You seem extremely happy about this situation, don’t you?” You huffed, feeling your arms start to ache slightly. You were more than halfway to home now, though. You would be able to make it.

“It’s comfortable.” He smiled, his voice coming out a little softer. He rested his head on your shoulder and let his eyes flutter closed. Though it was hard for you to look at him, you felt his body relax further, a sure signal of his tiredness that you knew all too well. Shotaro tended to have a lot of energy and then crash suddenly.

“It’s not even 2 o’clock, Taro. Don’t fall asleep yet.” You nudged him, walking up to the turn onto your street. You were relieved to be almost there. Shotaro looked light, but with the muscle he worked hard to build, he was heavier than he seemed. You were feeling the strain of carrying him for 20 minutes by now, but you didn’t have it in you to complain.

He mumbled sleepily about something that you didn’t quite catch. You wondered how someone who was so exuberant about getting a piggyback just a short time ago could be this drowsy now. You could already predict that he would want to nap with you once you reached home.

Shotaro was the type to get clingier the more he clung, and you had learned to keep your hugs short unless you wanted them to turn into long cuddling sessions. Since a piggyback ride was basically Taro hugging you like a koala from behind, it was almost inevitable that he would complain about being separated from you again.

Once you opened the door to your house, Shotaro slipped off your back easily. As soon as you both had discarded your coats and shoes he was already dragging you up the stairs, flopping on the bed as soon as possible, pulling you so that you landed on top of him a second later.

You laughed at how eager he was to sleep, closing his eyes as soon as his body hit the mattress; but lying on top of Shotaro was one of the most comfortable places in the world, and within a couple of minutes you could feel yourself getting drowsy as well. Shotaro hugged you tightly, ensuring that you stayed as close to him as possible. He was asleep within minutes, leaving you to listen to his steady heartbeat and soft breathing as they lulled you to your dreams as well.

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,, @seolboba,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr,, @chiiyuuvv,, @evalevaeva

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gyuvision · 1 year ago

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ur so good at writing pookie i love that u can turn anything into a rlly good plot and well thought out ask like i just love seeing ur posts so im here to bother u 😜😜

can u PLEASEEE spare some shotaro thoughts,, there's not enough abt him on here 💔

- lunicho

UR SO NICE LIKE WHAT IF I CRY?? ur so motivating!!

shotaro who teaches you his choreography whenever he notices youre bored and prob brushes off the little mistakes bc he knows youre just having fun

shotaro who checks you out when he thinks you arent looking (but wouldnt even care if you were).. he js wants to make sure his pretty girl knows how beautiful she is

shotaro who lets you grind lazily on his thigh when youre needy but hes too tired from work. even if he doesnt have the energy he’d never leave you unsatisfied. the little groans he’d let out when your knee rubs against him??

shotaro who lwk wouldnt mind being a pillow princess every once in a while.. he likes asserting dominance (HELP IDK HOW ELSE TO WORD IT) over you but he loves being taken care of too even if it isnt that often

#gyuvision #gyuvision - riize #riris inbox <3 #riize smut #riize x reader #shotaro imagines #shotaro smut #shotaro x reader #riize imagines #osaki shotaro x reader #riize fluff

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sadnightforus · 3 months ago

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DON’T SAY GOODBYE (OSR)

boyfriend!shotaro x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: You both loved each other. So much. But you made the hardest decision to break up while you were dining — one last time together because the love you both shared was beginning to consume every sanity you have.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, reader is implied to be AFAB but i tried making it very gender neutral. codependent couple, emotional pain. Shotaro is kinda needy for reader’s attention and he’s an overthinker so take that how you will.

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION

A/N: sorry for making y’all wait. I just began to spam writing my stuff lol. Also, I’m not even listening to bloo when I’m writing this, we just gotta turn up for a diff direction for the writing.

SONG USED: DON’T SAY GOODBYE BY BLOO.

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Shotaro can feel something is wrong today. However, he doesn’t voice it as he drives to the dinner date that he made the reservations at months ago.

On his way to the dinner date, he keeps trying to lay off his negative thoughts while driving. He doesn’t know why he feels this unbearable amount of anxiety piling in his stomach and he keeps thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve happened to him and you.

Fuck, why would he do that?

Then, as he drives past the traffic light and nearing his destination, he is thankful that he didn’t crash and die along the way. He wonders if you’ve ever made it to the restaurant.

But he’ll save all of those concerns to ask you once he arrives at the place. For now, he’ll keep driving until he sees a familiar building, where you both can wine and dine. And kiss, perhaps spend all nights uncovering each other’s secrets and giving into the temptation.

He hopes that tonight will be a goodnight.

“Hi, sorry. Do you know which floor the table for Osaki Shotaro is at?” You ask the receptionist, who is typing something onto her company’s computer. She looks up at you, almost as immediately when your voice startles her out of the ‘working’ mode she has on earlier.

“I’ll check in a bit. Please wait for a moment.” She responds, voice sweet like honey and graces you with a smile before she goes back to typing on her computer again, this time though; searching for the customer’s information about the reservation.

“Can I get your name?” She politely asks, noting down the information into the database.

“L/N Y/N.”

“Table 5, floor 3, miss.” She turns around again to answer your question and you squeak out a small ‘Thank you.’ before you walk off, your high heels make contact with the marble floor.

Your hair sways with every movement you make, your makeup looks seemingly flawless today, a killer look that can easily put people in their trance if they walk past you, making your way around as if you’re here to make a heartbreak statement. Or maybe you do, but it’s something that you’d prefer to tell your boyfriend over the dinner table.

Your walk soon comes to a halt as you stop in front of an elevator for the door to open. With the metal door opens itself to you, you take a step, then another, then another… until you’re inside this box and your fingers wander off to the 3rd floor. As it closes and shuts itself tight with you as the only person inside, you begin to let yourself drown with the thoughts of your realization.

Maybe you’ve been more than being in denial. But you know that the relationship gets worse overtime. You’re not sure if you wish to stay with him or not, and that thought terrified you. Although you wanted to, it seems like there’s no point of dragging it around anymore.

You both are a right match at the wrong time.

You reminisce about you and him being college sweethearts, with you being in the same class as him, a year older and all. He was a charming and sweet guy, who was attentive to you and your needs, and eventually, he confessed to you, stating that he has always seen you as more than a mentor. You initially turned him down gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings much. At that time, you thought of him as someone who’s younger and you couldn’t see yourself harbor such feelings.

He never brought up again and overtime, your feelings for him grew. It started off quite simple— one day, he rushed over to your place when you were busy and in need of buying snacks, but it was almost 2 am and you figured out that you should get it on your own. But since you couldn’t get up no matter how much you tried, you decided to call him as your last resort to have your needs fulfilled. Your sleepy voice made his heart beat, as usual, and like a lovesick fool he is, he quickly rushed out of bed, put on his shirt, jeans and jacket and made his way out of the door. He wouldn’t let you sleep without being hungry, ever.

And in a blink of an eye, he showed up with the snacks you wanted and even energy drinks, successfully managed to find where you live even though the live location you sent him lagged and the accuracy of the app isn’t the app’s strong suit.

Since then, you developed feelings for him, because of his kindness. You were deeply afraid that he would no longer like you, but luckily, he still has a place for you in his heart. And the love story of you both was something out of a fairytale, with him being the one who’s head over heels and always tends to your heart in every single aspect. He’s a perfect boyfriend.

He’s perfect.

Too perfect.

And soon enough, you both developed intense attachment to one another, to the point that everybody noticed that there was too much involvement from him in your life and vice versa. You don’t know how to be yourself anymore, so does he.

The elevator opens and you quickly exit, the sound of the heels clicking against the marble floor doesn’t startle anybody who eats there, in fact, they’re too immersed in their conversations to notice that you’re the newcomer.

Your eyes scan to the 5th table that the receptionist told you about earlier and you see the table, empty on both sides. You raise your eyebrow, puzzled that for once, your boyfriend is running late, instead of you. Usually, you always arrive after him, routinely just a minute or two.

You tug your dress, then gently pull your chair and sit down, with your designer handbag laying on your thighs. You suppose you can wait for him for once, eyeing the empty seat in front of you.

Meanwhile, Shotaro makes it to the restaurant on time. As he grabs his phone and checks over for his wallet and seeing it’s set, he quickly grabs his keys and leaves the car, quickly walking from the parking lot of the fancy restaurant to the entrance.

He checks the watch, realizing he’s by 3 minutes later. He feels bad, knowing that you’re probably waiting for him. His long legs do help steady his steps to be more precise, as he quickly makes his way to the receptionist desk. He stands there, almost frozen as he doesn’t know what to do next.

He bites his lips, wanting to confirm his place and wondering if you have arrived yet.

“Hi, sorry. My name’s Osaki Shotaro and I’m just here to confirm if my table was the 5th one on the 3rd floor? And have you seen a person come by, who asked for my table?”

The receptionist, bless her, startles out of her trance, asking him to repeat his words again as she was busy organizing the table’s lists and orders, typing all information into the little work website they have.

He smiles, embarrassment fills over his face, as he repeats again, this time, gentler but also, slightly more panicked.

“Ah… reservation for me, Osaki Shotaro, 5th table on the 3rd floor. Is that correct?”

“Yes, sir. That is correct.” The receptionist nods, confirming his words. He then takes the chance to ask about you.

“Um… Have you seen someone who came and asked for my reservation?” He catches his breath, clarifying. “L/N Y/N, the name of the person I’m asking.”

The receptionist nods before responding “Yes, sir, I assume they have gone up there already.”

His eyes light up at the confirmation that you’re already here, possibly waiting for his presence. He smiles, nodding like a happy child.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

He bows to the receptionist, leaving her stunned as his legs spread and sprinting directly to the closed off elevator. He can’t be sure if there was someone in there or if it’s empty, but he doesn’t want to miss it.

His rough and slender finger taps onto the button, frantically pressing onto the G floor like his time would be running out soon. He breathes the sigh of relief, although to calm his beating heart that threatens to fall out of his chest.

As the elevator opens, he quickly steps inside, letting it close before he presses on the 3rd floor, letting it lead him to where you are. Thank god it’s empty.

Back to you, who is anxiously waiting for him. You keep looking at the time, wondering if there’s something happening and if you should call him. He never once was late for your date nights together at all.

You take out your phone to dial his number, wondering if he runs late or is there an accident.

You were about to call for him when a disoriented man runs towards your direction, hair quite messy and panic scatters all over his face. His cologne is hard to miss— it belongs to the only man you’ve been waiting for.

“I’m sorry, did you wait for me?”

He looks apologetic, his eyes soften as he looks at your polished appearance and the phone in your hand. Your screen lights up and he could sense that you would’ve rung his line if he arrived any later than this.

“Yeah. Sit down.” You tell him softly, putting down your phone into your handbag.

He sheepishly pulls out his chair and then gently sits down, facing you as he combs his hair, trying to look presentable in front of you.

“I’m sorry I was late. I don’t have any excuse… but I was so anxious that I couldn’t get here on time. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, lips bitten, shame fills deep in his heart.

“It’s fine. I was really worried that something happened to you during our way here, you know?” You explain, and you yourself, feel that pang in your stomach too.

As if your time with him is coming to an end.

It’s tragic.

He nods before he follows up with another question after some minutes of complete silence.

“Have you ordered anything?”

“I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” You tell him the truth, a little sign escapes your lips, which didn’t pass Shotaro’s observation.

“Ah… I feel bad.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Should I get your favorite steak?”

You nod, not giving much attention to his words. Normally, you’re more attentive to his words, but today, you almost seemed cold and indifferent. Unfortunately, that also didn’t escape from Shotaro’s watchful eyes.

Did you stop loving me?

Those words echo in his brain, as he notices how you’re not as enthusiastic about this tonight.

He soon called out for the waiter to place an order. The entire time that you both digest the dinner as the dishes get placed on the table, you both keep quiet, instead of letting the conversation flow like you’d usually would.

You’re not usually talkative, but at least, you’d always try to make light of the atmosphere to keep it in a good mood. You find it difficult to do now because there’s a lump in your throat, you can’t talk whenever you want to in front of him.

You’re afraid that you’ll break him. But your fragile self will break even more.

You gently wipe your lips with a tissue, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You’re thinking to yourself that it’s not worth it anymore. It’s killing both him and you on the inside.

You loved him as much as you also recognized that the relationship was starting to wear down on you. You both become… too much for each other.

You couldn’t exist without him by your side.

It’s a painful realization that you came to make when you suddenly woke up one day and feel anxious to be by yourself. Deep down, you know that Shotaro will like you no matter what, but you just… you lost a part of yourself. You can see that you both were never meant to be like this.

Did you fall out of love? It’s more complicated than that.

But if anything, you started to recognize the patterns of extreme codependency, whether in emotional or physical ways. You recently started to distance yourself from him, wanting to set both of you and him free.

The slow flow of grape wine that he pours into the glass awakes you out of the thoughts that battle between your heart and brain. You don’t want to ruin this moment, but the tension becomes thicker as time drags on.

This might be by far, the longest dinner date that you both have.

You also get the same wine and pour it into the wine glass, lips pressed into the rim and slowly, letting the drop of the bitter taste seep into your throat.

You know Shotaro doesn’t drink much. He pours such a little amount because he drives here. So you never asked him why he won’t indulge in the act of drinking. You then gently place the wine glass in front of you, looking at him, heart pounds with anxiety to break this news to him.

After awhile, you sigh, your silky voice utters the words that you never thought would be spilled from your lips.

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” You say it softly, eyes showing the utmost sadness in your words.

His worst nightmare came true.

Chib, chib, chib.

That’s the sound of the arrow stabbed right into his fragile heart, your words are the deadliest weapon and the purest medicine that could cure him. But right now, you intended to kill him with those simple words. He brings himself to ask you a question, not sure if he heard you right and he was hoping that you were just joking when you said those words.

“You’re joking right?”

The silence that follows after, tells him everything that he needed to know.

He can sense the emotions linger in the air, without you having to ever utter it out. His voice shakes a bit, as he speaks softly, biting the bullet to hear the confirmation from you himself.

“Is this the end of us?”

You don’t know how to act, maybe you shouldn’t underestimate that he would read you like an open book.

The silence drags on for a long time, you couldn’t force yourself to say anything— which heightens Shotaro’s anxiety. Maybe he had been wrong about the intuition that you don’t love him anymore. Maybe… maybe-

“Maybe…” You whimper softly, gaze lingers on him and then at the wine glass. “I’m really sorry.”

“Will I know why?” His voice chokes up as he asks that question. It’s not out of necessity, but mere curiosity… or even trying to see if he’s inferior to the kind of person that you longed for, but he couldn’t give to you. He sighs as his chest is tightening with pain and overwhelming sadness that everything is coming to an end.

“Did you fall out of love with me?”

You shake your head in pure disagreement before you give a reply. “No.” You then hesitate to continue, not sure if it’s what you should be saying, but you decide that you came this far and confessed this much. It wouldn’t hurt to say more “I don’t think… we’re supposed to be like this. This codependent, this attached… that we lost ourselves anymore.”

He nods his head slowly, processing your words. It’s true— he loves you more than life itself. But you’re right— it’s not good or healthy for a relationship to progress like yours like this.

If only he could turn back time and be a better man.

The restaurant is quiet, the slow music is playing to accommodate the tense atmosphere that has been set by you both. People from a few tables away can’t hear the conversation that you both are having. Much less, a break up like this.

“Can’t we fix this?” His voice gets more panicked, his hands shake, he’s close to losing his mind. His hands reach out to grab yours, all delicate and perfect, with a promise ring on your finger. A ring that he bought for you a year ago. You return the favor, fingers caressing softly onto the matching ring on his hand.

“I don’t think… It's just our problem together. It’s us that have problems separately that came together and bundled it up.” You suck in your breath, it pains you to say it too. “We had so many of these talks, but it’s like we failed to meet our promises to be the healthier version of ourselves.”

His heart drops low, he had never felt so hopeless before.

The silence lingers in the air after your statement. The slow breathing from both you and him, as an attempt to calm one another’s hearts down, doesn’t seem to be much of a help. Finally, he brings himself to utter the phrase that he despises saying it.

“Is there no hope for us?” He asks, voice breaks as he is confronted by the reality to see that the relationship suffocates you, much to his selfishness.

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head firmly. Knowing that you both are in too deep and this is doing more harm than good. He is reluctant to accept the extent of their situation, but he sighs, confronting the reality.

They’re beyond broken.

He braces himself to ask another question, breathing through his mouth, attempting to take control of his trembling voice that only gets worse overtime.

“We worked it out fine, didn’t we?”

“I thought we did.”

‘I thought we did.’

Deep down, he knows it. You’ve always been the more mature one in the relationship, but you feel like someone he should be protective over. Maybe it’s because that you always rely on him and in turn, it also feeds into him being your savior that the relationship reaches the breaking point like this.

“Am I too immature?” He asks, eyes pleading with a look that asks you to stay. To just try for them one last time. “Too intense?”

You can’t lie and say it isn’t. Because it is. But it’s also your fault that you allow it to go as far as possible. To the point of no return.

“I don’t know what went wrong.” You say softly. You don’t remember when it did go wrong. “I wish I knew. But by the time I realized that we’re dysfunctional… It's way too late. All those talks never helped.”

You’ve always been the rational one between the both of you. But right now, he wishes you weren’t so rational.

“I’m sorry.” Shotaro chokes it out, his heartstring is being painfully pulled out as he feels his chest tightens more and more from the pain and shame that he never seems to be bettering himself to be enough of a good boyfriend for you.

You sigh, you love him a lot. But it’s so hard on you too, and not just him who has to sit here and listen to how they both messed up.

“I’m codependent and I’m… a bit starved of validation. I’m sure that it wouldn’t sound much to you but I grow more insecure and doubtful of myself. I don’t know why.”

You know why.

You were never loved. And when you love, you don’t know how to. You need a lot of therapy and inner healing to do.

“I’m sorry too.” You try to hold back from crying, this is making your heart hurt, your whole body hurts itself from the intensity of your emotions, mirroring him.

“Don’t say goodbye just yet.” He whispers, his eyes tell you everything he needs to know— after all, it’s the window to his soul, as slow drops of waterfall coming right out of his beautiful sparkling but pained eyes.

You wanted to do that badly, but you prioritize your sanity and his over the love that you both have.

“We can’t keep going on like this.”

He knows that, maybe it’s time to say goodbye. But what will happen to the dream life that they worked so hard towards to achieve it?

Will it all go in vain?

“What about everything else?” His voice chokes up in pain and you want to cry from the pain that radiates from his voice. It kills you just as much as it kills him.

You retreat back from his grasp, as much as you liked the warmth of his hands. Right now, it overwhelms your senses, one that you couldn’t ignore and you’d want to cry into his arms and ask for another chance, but you couldn’t do it. You’d be selfish and trapped you both in a relationship of nothing but the unhealthy cycle that won’t be as beautiful as you had hoped for in the long run.

He watches you as you remove the matching ring he had gotten for you and it hits him, you both are really over.

There will be no more you and him.

You used to envision yourself getting married to him, thinking that he’s the perfect man. He still is, but you both aren’t made for each other anymore. Time changes you both.

“I’m thankful that we had a wonderful time together.” You reply softly, the voice that he always adores, filled with gratitude that he doesn’t want to hear.

You let your tears fall onto the silver ring, as you gently place it onto the table with care and attentiveness to make sure that he won’t lose it. Then, you stand up, grabbing your handbag, as he watches you hopelessly.

Your tears seamlessly drop onto the silver ring; the ring that once held the promise of the forever future you both will be having are being snatched away by your words. You place the ring onto the white cloth that covers the table, the ring shines with your tears, as shining as the day he first met you, right in front of him.

He feels hopeless as you stand up, strapping your handbag and adjusting it accordingly and watching you wipe your tears in front of him like that.

You smile bitterly, the sincerity of your smile makes it worse.

“Thank you for everything.”

And as you walk away until you disappear out of his sight in this beautiful restaurant, he knows that it’s time he says goodbye to this relationship, too.

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chxrry-lv · 1 month ago

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쇼타로 - Fake hickeys.. -> O.ST

Synopsis -> Shotaro comes home to see that you have a hicky.

Paring-> Bf!Shotaro x Gf-Fem!Reader.

Warning-> a slight bit of angst but mostly fluff!

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"Baby?" Shotaro called out when the front door closed. "Are you home?"

"I'm upstairs!" You replied and heard his feet on the stairs as she hurried to you.

He's been gone since early this morning and it's now after ten o'clock so he’s been busy all day long and all he wants is to hold and kiss you.

As he entered the bedroom, he sent you a bright smile and ran over to you.

Plopping down on the bed beside you, he rolled over and threw his arms around you before kissing your face lovingly.

You laughed happily and the sound melted Shotaro’s heart.

"I've missed you so much today" he said before putting his lips on yours. "I'm so happy to be home."

"I'm happy you're home too, my love. I missed you so much."

He put his lips on yours and gave you a loving kiss before letting out a soft sigh and placing her forehead on yours.

For a few seconds, his hands gently rested on your cheeks but you gently took hold of them and brought them to your lips to kiss his fingers and his palms.

"I love you."

"I love you too." You whispered and then let out a shaky breath as she began to kiss your jaw.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Don't you want to talk a little? Tell me about your day."

"Later, baby," he smirked. "I have other things I want to do right now."

You chuckled before he lips brushed against your jaw again.

"My beautiful girl. All I want to do is kiss you everywhere. It was such a long day and I've been waiting so impatiently to get home to you."

You couldn't speak though.

Because you were so lost in the bliss she was bringing you as she kissed your skin.

Your heart was pounding and with every kiss, it just beat harder and faster against your chest.

The desire was intense and as his fingers began to trail across your body, you hoped that they'd lead to one particular part of your body where you needed his touch so much.

But you knew it wouldn't last long.

And you were right... his pulled away from your neck and gasped in disbelief over what she saw.

It had caught her eye when he’d looked across your body as he trailed kisses down to your neck.

"Oh, my god," He mumbled before looking at you. "Y/N, what the hell is this?"

"What?" You asked innocently, making Shotaro scoff and get up from the bed.

"Don't do that! Don't act innocent. I know you know exactly what I'm talking about!" He spoke and as the words left his lips, he raised his voice more. "That's a hickey!"

You sat up but you couldn't look his in the eyes and Shotaro knew that was an admission of guilt.

"I knew it. I knew it was a hickey. Who gave it to you? Tell me now!"

"No one."

"Don't lie. You didn't give it to yourself!" He shouted. "It's impossible. So you look me in the eyes and tell me who was here and who gave it to you!"

You looked up and gazed into his brown eyes as he stood across the room, looking angrier than you had ever seen her.

"I'm telling you that no one gave me a hickey."

He shook his head and rubbed his temples.

"You're lying to me. You're looking into my eyes and lying. You didn't have that when I left this morning and you can't give that to yourself."

You stayed quiet and he shook his head again, unable to believe what was happening.

"I'm so disappointed. You're such a liar, Y/N. I'm done. I'm over this."

You watched he go over to the closet and grab his bag.

"Where are you going?"

"Leaving! You don't want to tell me the truth so I'm leaving."

"I'll tell you the truth."

He sighed before dropping his bag and turning to face you with her arms folded over her chest.

"You have to watch carefully though."

"Whatever." He grumbled.

You grabbed your makeup wipes and began to drag one across your neck, removing the hickey from your skin.

He stepped closer and then looked at the makeup wipe to see that it was covered in makeup.

"That was fake?"

"Yeah." You said before tossing it. "I was only messing with you. I would never cheat on you."

He clenched his jaw and gazed at you in silence for a moment before he gently pushed you onto the bed.

"Shotaro?"

"You're trying to prank me with fake hickeys? That's not cool." He said as he looked into your eyes. "Be quiet while I give you some real ones."

"You're not mad?" You asked as you raised your eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm pissed, Y/N. I'm very upset, don't get me wrong. But I'm going to get a little revenge here. No more fake hickeys. I'm giving you some real ones. Lots and lots of them. And you're not going to cover them." He started to kiss your neck and a soft sigh left your lips.

"What about when we go for dinner tomorrow?"

"Let the world see them. I don't care." He said as he began to mark you, causing a moan to leave your lips.

"I'm sorry though. Just so you know." You said and Shotaro pulled away to look at you.

Letting out a heavy breath, he brushed his fingers across your skin.

"It's fine. It was a stupid prank but I won't hold it against you... this time. Do it again though and I'll leave for real. I don't like pranks, darling."

"I know. Never again, I swear."

"Good." He smiled. "Now be quiet and let me give you some hickeys, baby girl."

You put your head back against the pillows and let a few moans of his name leave your lips as he gave you a few hickeys.

And the only thing you could think about was how excited you were to see the real hickeys on your skin compared to the fake ones before.

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atzhrts · 2 days ago

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soft boyfriend taro who play fights with you and if he grazes your head a little too hard he immediately wraps you in his arms, kissing your head as he says sorry :( he would love lazy cuddle days but also like 15 minutes of high energy playing together ahhhhhh

OMG YOURE SO RIGHT

i can just picture it so well anon, he needs to have some activity in his day. of course he loves cuddling and there definitely some days where you just lay around lazily but most of the time those are interrupted by those random bursts of energy he gets. starting with little gentle pokes to your waist, giggling when you try to doge them which usually ends up with you climbing on his, big eyes staring up at you as he places his hands on your waist.

and you can just see this slight smirk spreading on shotaros face as he plans his next move, hands securely on your waist as he flips you over. the room is filled with both your giggles and shotaros hands are somehow all over your body as the two of you roll around the mattress trying to overpower the other.

just as you finally straddled his lap again it’s like the world around you just stops, staring into your boyfriends eyes as both of you try to catch your breath again.

“did i hurt you?” he whispers as if raising his voice would interrupt something. shotaros hands are running all over your arms before cradling your face and pulling you into his chest, his lips pressing a fleeting kiss against your temple.

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strawbrryvyy · 15 days ago

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How would OT7 Riize act with their partners at an arcade

a/n: hii!! Second post , i hope you all like this🩷 i should have the second part if the haechan series up by the end if this week so stay tuned and as always : requests are open!!🩷🩷please enjoy

tw:nothing but fluff

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Osaki Shotaro

THIS MAN!! Okay i have a firm belief he would want to play dance dance revolution and he would promise to go easy on you…that does NOT happen.

But thats okk! He buys you an icecream after and promises to give you all the prizes he won,

Shotaro would try his best to help you out on the games he knows you won’t be good at like if you want a man to play games for you THIS is your man.

At the end of the day he definitely wants to go to the photobooth and take little photos as keepsakes

ੈ✩‧₊˚Song Eunseok

KING OF GAMES!KING OF GAMES! He doesent go often but ends up winning every prize for you , even the rigged claw machines.

Eunseok would definitely play every game atleast twice to get as many tickets

In the end you guys have over 50 000 tickets

“Get anything you want sweetie” EEEK!!! Happy face!happy face!happy face!

ੈ✩‧₊˚Jung Sungchan

OK!OK! Im SO sorry but he would NOT be good at games.

Like infront of his partner hed be like “yeah, yeah i’m really really good” and then his ass would be dead in a shooting game cuz he somehow shot himself??

“Jinsu! Its okay…i could-” “no!baby i said i’d win so i will!”

PRAY this man doesent get upset because then youre carrying a clingy 6ft1 baby with you

ੈ✩‧₊˚Park Wonbin

Ya’ll his ass is making YOU play for him, like im so sorry he might be good at games but hes NOT playing

Wonbin is honestly gonna dominate if he does decide to play,so dont get upset if he absolutely OBLITERATES you on his first try

Hed buy you food,and make a cute headband ,but mostly food

ੈ✩‧₊˚Hong seunghan

OK MY MAN! MY MAN!MY MAN! Seunghan would immediately offer to win every prize for you and he WOULD

Finish all your money for all the games?dont worry seunghans already getting more put in

“Oh,don’t worry babe $150 is nothing”procedes to put 500 in

ੈ✩‧₊˚Lee sohee

Babe,hes playing but not for you,hes playing to win that naruto action figure worth 55000 tickets

Would win you a little lolly

Gets you to split the games to get more tickets faster

ੈ✩‧₊˚Lee Anton

Would take pictures of you to put in his secret gallery of you

Plays all the games tou think are too hard

You both win eachother prizes and when you give him his he gets SOOO blushy and pink like hes soooo bby.

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luvyeni · 2 months ago

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🍃… ( reaction ) taking your ring off prank ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ taking your engagement ring off as prankヾ

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request. hi, can you do the reactions of riize when reader prank them by not wearing their engagement ring …

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 this was cute i hope you like it <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

he notices it , but he doesn’t say anything. “hey baby.” you gave him a kiss , sitting down next to him. “hi.” he says, eyes going immediately to your hand, noticing your ring wasn’t on your finger. he thought you probably lost it in the couch since it’s happened before. so he wastes no time, getting up and checking in between the cushions quietly. turning to your phone which you hidden confused, then turning back to him. “taro my love what are you doing.” his shiny eyes and warm smile making your heart flutter. “im trying to find your ring baby , i know you probably lost it in the cushions.” he was so cute , you couldn’t help but swoon. “oh don’t bother.” you fold immediately. “it was a joke.” you took the ring from your pocket. “ah why!” he whined, cheeks red. “don’t do that again.” he took the ring from your hand , putting it back on your finger.

“keep it on , it looks pretty there.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

his ass don’t care, you already said yes. you’re gonna marry him regardless if you wear the ring or not; HOWEVER , he paid thousands of dollars for that ring , it’s not about to collect dust now. “i see the camera.” he said pointing , pissing you off. “I hate you.” you snatch your phone up. “why can you ever go along with something?” you pout , he can’t but think that you’re so cute. “baby that ring i bought for you , i don��t care if you wear it or not.” he shrugged , kissing your lips. “how can you say that?” he smirked.

“because you’re gonna marry me regardless , you already said yes, that’s all i need.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

his ass won’t notice that it’s missing , so you have to take it off right in front of him. “what do you want to eat?” both of you sitting in the car. “i don’t know.” you fiddled with the ring , looking at the camera with a smirk, because you know he’s gonna look at you which gives you a perfect chance. “are you jo…” he stops seeing you take the ring off , sitting it in the cup holder. “what is it?” he just blinks at you. “sungchan.” you bite back a smile. “what are you doing?” he said, looking at your hand , then to you. he will pull the entire car over. “put it back on.” he said. “now.” you smile at him. “this is a joke isn’t it , you’re prancing me?” you point to the camera , he rolls his eyes , driving off again.

“im gonna super glue it to your finger, keep your ring on.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you can not trick him, he saw you set up the camera, he knows the ring is in your pocket. he scoffs as you go on with your day. “why are you making so much noise.” you try not to laugh at his sassy ass attitude. “you wanna take your ring off?” he said , reaching for his. “fine let’s take them off.” he said trying to slide it off his finger , but you stopped him. “don’t do that.” you slapped his hand. “then put yours on , now.” you took the ring out , sliding it back on your fingers. “see now get your hand away from your hand.” you want to slap that stupid smirk off his face.

“don’t take it off anymore.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan ﹚ .ᐟ

he just thinks it needs to be cleaned or something, do it doesn’t real bother him. “baby where’s your ring?” he asks , you look at the camera without his knowledge. “im gonna take it to the cleaners today.” mind you he’s done this already. “you need it cleaned right , that’s why you took it off right?” he gets up from the couch. “it’s probably in the room then.” you stop him before he goes into the room. “hannie you’re so cute.” you pulled him back down on the couch. “what do you mean princess?” you point to the camera. “it’s a joke hannie , it’s in my pocket , i just wanted to see your reaction.” he smiles when you pull it out your pocket. “see.” taking it out your hand , sliding it back on your finger.

“just like the first time i proposed to you , beautiful.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

don’t do him like this; he’ll automatically think you want to end the engagement… of course you don’t , but in his mind he’s like; if you didn’t want to break up , why take it off? do you hate him? oh he’s going crazy. “baby.” you hear the quiver in his voice. “baby where’s your ring?” he pouted. “you’re not supposed to take it off.” he whined. “I didn’t notice.” his eyes widen at your words. “what do you mean!” he said. “you’re supposed to wear it 24/7, you have to show it off.” you laugh at his child-like behavior. “don’t laugh.” he said. “it’s just a prank baby , the ring is in my pocket.”

“then put it on and don’t take it off again.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton ﹚ .ᐟ

6 million things go through his mind all at once; did he do something wrong? were you mad at him? how does he fix this without pissing you off even more? “baby?” he said softly, you forced down a laugh. “yeah ton?” this confused him even more, you called him by his nickname so you couldn’t be upset. “ton what is it?” you broke the boy out of his thoughts. “you aren’t mad at me right?” he said. “did you do something to make me mad?” he’s like please answer the question. “your ring.” he said. “you took it off, are you mad?” he didn’t even see the camera. “im sorry if you are.” you actually started to feel bad , you pouted. “im sorry ton it was a joke i didn't mean to upset you.” you pointed to the camera. he stared into the camera , before giving you shy smile, looking away. “don’t do that again.” he said, covering his face.

“please put it back on now.”

©️LUVYENI

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muntitled · 8 months ago

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𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

Ghostface!Anton x fem!Reader | Shotaro x fem!reader

Warnings: Language, College!AU, Ghostface!AU, Incel!behaviour, Violence, Body Insecurity, Stalking, Cheating Implied, Catholic Imagery, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dark fic, Inexperienced!Anton, Voyeur noism, Stalking, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, CNC, Dub/Con, Degradation Kink, Impact Play, Slight Bondage, Unprotected Sex, Mask Kink, Primal Play, Knife Kink, Blood Play, PIV, Mutual Virginity Loss

Reuploaded due to overcoming my writing insecurities. Read the warnings.

You had absolutely no excuse.

Instead of pouring your attention into the gorgeous man peppering hot kisses down the side of your mouth, your gaze is planted on the casement window over Shotaro's broad, ruddy shoulder. And while he assaults your skin with a rain of sloppy, inebriated kisses, you can't help but let your mind wander as you think: it always seemed particularly sexist, that the boys’ dorm rooms had such a vast and expansive view of the city whereas the girl's dormitory was smack bang in the city centre on the other side of the district.

Perhaps not the best thoughts to be having while your study partner (and the college plug) was desperately trying to assimilate some kind of foreplay. Tiny cars strung along the streets created arteries of the city, as if the entire grid was a sentient being. It had the power to take anyone's breath away, but, the loveable, oblivious airhead above you, was very comfortable in the knowledge that your shortness of breath was all because of him…

"Has anyone told you that you're literally so hot?” You had learned pretty early on in your collegiate career that anytime a man veneered his words with this much of a slur, the chances that he was being honest was incredibly slim.. But then again, since when has honesty really been a defining male characteristic?

“Thanks, you too.” You whispered back with your eyes still firmly locked on the window. If only the city could be your lover

“I actually didn't expect you to be this kind of girl.”

Every single thing this guy said made your lady boner grow so horribly flaccid by the second. If he didn't penetrate your hymen soon you might be in dire need of artificial lubrication (which your roommate assured you was the very worst thing that could happen.)

“You just always seemed like the type to keep her head down,” Shotaro presses a surprising kiss to the very centre of your swollen lips. Your sudden influx of excitement at the action, not only leaves you partially relieved, but his hands digging firmly into the sides of your jeans is enough to reassure you that perhaps you weren't a raging asexual as you might have initially thought (and hoped).

“It isn't a bad thing, baby…" He continues to whisper as his plump lips find a particularly sensitive area behind your ear.

This was getting good…

“Just the thought that behind all that corduroy,” A kiss, “And pretentiousness," Another kiss, “And those undeniable book smarts,” His hand is cold to the touch as it slips beneath your woolen sweater, digging into your hip and wrenching an undeniable gasp from the bottom of your thoat, “I didnt think there was a nasty little slut so desperate to get fucked.”

Shotaro pulls back to admire your panting frame locked between his haphazard sheets and his exposed upper body. The sight of his red rimmed, droopy eyes and lazy smile glowing in the city’s technicolour spilling in through the window released in you, excitement and overpowered by an immediate feeling of insecurity.

“I like discovering people's secrets,” Shotaro grins before picking up his discarded jointcand taking one, long, sweltering drag. He leans down and your lips almost give way automatically, until he's blowing the smoke right into your mouth.

A groan mixes with a giggle leaves his mouth, and Shotaro presses your foreheads together before straightening back up, “I'm so hard right now,” He shakes his head before making quick work of killing the lit blunt and discarding it, somewhere in this room.

Shotaro lifts your shirt slowly, revealing the string of colourful beads dotted around your waist.

“It’s cultural,” You begin to quickly say,

“And fucking hot.” He concludes with a carnivorous grin before attaching his lips to your lower abdomen.

The air is vacuumed cleanly out of your lungs as your fingers find Shotaro hair.

He undoes your buttons while you feel the sudden inexplicable need to keep a firm eye on the open doorway leading out to the shadowy hallway. You vaguely know of a roommate yet you have no idea why Shotaro decides to keep the door open. However, the intensity in the idea of being caught spurs you both on.

If only you knew that the threat was not so hypothetical.

If only you knew that the pair of eyes you think you see lurking in the darkness is not, in fact, a mirage birthed from your overcast, sex-filled brain, but it's real.

And he sees you. And he is so undeniably disappointed in you for letting your natural instincts fall prey to such an utter predator like Shotaro. If only you knew that he saw you, even when you were seated in the very back of your Literature class. Never raising your hand but always mumbling along to a quote by Mary Shelley or Henry James, while the professor awaited the correct response from the rest of the class. Anton had always seen you, in spite of your shyness not despite it. It is from your wit alone and that narrowed look in your eye that has him tugging on his dick faster, while Shotaro begins to eat you out with fervour.

Anton nearly mewls at the thought of it being him between your thighs, wrenching those excited moans out of your pretty little throat. That throat that he would long ago have had locked in his fist while his fingers stabbed your pussy repeatedly and his lips danced against your soft, swollen, overstimulated little clit,

“Oh-fuck-” Anton blanched as his cum spurted all over his hand still stroking frantically at his cock. His mind was flooded with all the unassuming images of you he had saved on a private folder in his phone. Images of you biting your pen in a particularly boring lecture. Images of one of your braids hanging out the side of your mouth as you jotted down whatever you jotted down with such animation on your laptop. Every single fun and crazy hairstyle you wore on campus, slinking into the background thinking no one noticed but of course he did.

Of course he did.

“Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-” Ethan slapped a hand against his open mouth, ebbing away his hoarse and desperate whispers as he delved further into the shadows. His wet curls bounced as his back hit the wall.

Before he lost sight of you for whoever knows how long, Anton made sure to look at you one final time before slipping away, down the hall to his own room just as Shotaro turned his head around in apparent alarm.

“Did you hear that?”

You most certainly did hear that but for the purpose of achieving your first orgasm that was not self-inflicted you dumbly say, “Heard what?”

“It sounded like-'' Shotaro's sentence is cut short by a loud and oppressive Drake tune that cuts through the charged silence. In a matter of seconds the boy abandons your exposed vagina in search of his phone displaying a profile picture of a brunette. You were once again losing your lady boner at dramatic altitudes, especially as Shotaro began to pull a shirt over his head and fumble around the room for his shoes.

“Something really bad came up,” He says as he drops the phone and backs away towards the doorway “Could we reschedule?”

What else could you have said to that? 'Could you please penetrate my hymen first before jumping to your girlfriend’s beck and call?'

“Of course. That’s perfectly fine." Even though it most certainly was not fine and your heart is plummeting as you pull your pants up with a nagging voice in your head telling you that 'You couldn't even hold a man's attention when he was greeted with the promise of sex. How pathetic could you get? Really.'

"I don't know how comfortable I feel letting you walk the streets alone so late at night, though,” an intense discomfort comes over the boy. It looks unnatural. “Especially with all those…” Shotaro trails off and you roll your eyes before sliding off his bed.

“You can say murders," you reply.

While Shotaro stands in the centre of the room, rubbing aimlessly at the back of his neck, you can't help but feel your attraction wane with his apparent and unmistakable idiocy.

"And anyway, that's okay. I'm not exactly the target of any murderer's affections." Not even yours.

You begin to gather your things, dead set on the idea of hiding out in your dorm room for the foreseeable week until the weight of this rejection is lifted. "I'll be quick."

"No, please, I insist." He says, ushering you out into the hallway before jogging past you. You wait idly in the short corridor with your backpack slung lazily over one shoulder as you overhear Shotaro burdening you onto his roomate.

While you wait, your legs are restless as your feet shuffle underneath you. That would've been all well and good if you didn't lift your Converse to see a murky white smudge on the wooden floor. Your eyes squint to better make out the stain in such horrible lighting but you're bombarded by a new pair of footsteps and a retreating Shotaro who screams as he leaves, "I'd feel much better if Anton walked you home!"

"So Anton will walk you home." Says the quiet boy in third person. A small, almost shy smile flits across his face as the front door slams shut.

---

Awkwardness settles when you run the risk of what is very clearly two introverts being forced to bare each other's presence. You had been walking alongside Anton Lee for 2 blocks and not once has either of you chosen to thaw away at the silence with a refreshing joke or some sliver of lightheartedness. No…

Everything feels so particularly heavy.

"We could cut through the park," Your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears, "It's the quickest way to my building."

Anton only replies with a small imperceptible 'sure' as the trees grow more dense around you, and the near constant New York bustle begins to wane.

"I'm sorry, you had to do this," With the sound of the city centre slipping through the space around you, you're compelled to fill the silence somehow. "I'm sorry for putting you out of your way."

The very next thing to happen not only surprises you but it sets off an equally surprising spell of warmth in the pit of your stomach as Anton throws his dark haired head back in a flurry of warm-hearted chuckles.

You immediately find his smile dazzling. It's so wide and all encompassing. Big teeth, big nose and scrunched up, enjoyment-filled eyes.

"I think I might've killed Shotaro myself if he let another one of his 'study buddies' walk home alone." He looks down at you through the corner of his eye, without ever once turning his head.

Only then do you take note of the sheer size of him. You could've easily been walking down this path with one of these dense trees.

"Very surprising that so many people like him, actually." Despite waging a war with his instinctive need to feel shy and reserved Anton cannot help but feel his natural inhibitions melt when he finally has you so close beside him.

"Very surprising that you like him…"

"I don't think I like Shotaro." You begin, "Not really." You make sure to keep your gaze trained on your shoes as you shuffle down the stoney path. Around you, midnight joggers, and crazy men high on various substances wander the park like forgotten apparitions.

"Yeah, Taro doesn't seem like someone you should hangout with." You raise a questioning eyebrow up at him.

Anton backtracks and fights to string along a functioning sentence, "Uh… I-Um-just mean, from what I gathered in our shared classes together-well, you're really smart! And Taro is…"

“-A mass of brainless brawn with zero wit and zero social skills outside of getting high and fucking?" You conclude for him, only earning another laugh from Anton that has your stomach warming once again.

“Remind me why you were about to have sex with him?" Anton fought hard to stuff down his vexation as the words left his mouth but to no avail. "I know what goes on when Shotaro brings people over to ‘study’."

You notice the vehemence with which he utters those words but you choose to not respond to it.

“Well I'm catholic," You begin, as you both cut through the trees, "And as much I pray to the Holy Mother, as much as I love and respect her, I have no interest in ending up like her

“Immaculate and deified?"

“A virgin.” You are unaware that your reply has Anton's gaze snapping towards you. Silence once again grows pregnant between the two of you as you walk. You begin to regret being so candid with a complete stranger.

"Ugh- I shouldn't have said that-"

"Hey, do you wanna play tag at all?" You're caught off guard by his sudden proposal, but he makes no move in explaining further as he continues to walk coolly, his graphic shirt flapping in the wake of a gust of warm summer wind.

"What?"

"What if you ran," He shrugs, "And I tried to find you?” You can only look up at him with a questioning smile before he shakes his head furiously,

“Or not," He murmurs, his hands curling by his sides. "It's just, cardiovascular exercise might help improve your mood right now. You could run and I'd try to catch you and maybe it might help you forget but that's so stupid and I'm sorry-"

But you've already begun backing up. The park is filled with your happy giggles as you push the boy to the ground yelling "YOU'RE IT!" Before breaking off into the darkness collected amongst the trees. Your feet are set alight with motion, and your blood charges with newfound energy rolling through your arteries. This truly is the most alive you've felt in a really long time and you're quite embarrassed you hadn't thought of running by yourself.

You throw your head back, welcoming a gust of wind into your lungs. The skyscrapers peeking up from between the trees are quiet spectators.

Your eyes have begun to adjust to the darkness just as the very first spell of tiredness wash over you but you charge on, filled by excitement and that innate childhood need to 'never get caught'.

"I'm gonna get you," a voice murmurs from between the trees, only spurring you further into the darkness. Your once airy, carefree laughs have grown into tired pants as you feel the weight of your backpack on your shoulder and the first strains in your thighs. Your hair whips around you like the wayward petals of dandelions as you split through a grassy clearing.

You decide to take your break with your hands locked on your knees as you frantically survey the space around you. All appears calm but the inclination that this boy is much faster than you, has you beginning your sprint again.

"Fucking, fuck exercise!" You're panting heavily now and your gait has slowed down significantly however, you're surprised that the tiredness is not the only feeling coursing through your body right now but…

"You're gonna have to do better than that." You hear this from an unidentifiable location around you. Like a madman, you begin to grow utterly unsure of what you just released.

Complete and unadulterated fear.

"H-Hey, Anton!? I don't wanna play-" You place a hand on your heart, "I don't wanna play anymo-"

But a flash of black has already attacked you from the side, tackling you into the ground and leaving you completely winded. You try to wrestle him off of you but his knees lock on the ground as he straddles you. Your movements stop when you gaze up at Anton - or what you really hoped was Anton.

"Where'd you find time to change?" You ask, bring your hand up in an attempt to paw the Ghostface mask on his hidden visage.

You're wriggling and writhing underneath him but he doesn't move. His weight is practically as concrete as that of a cinder block on top of you, and there is virtually no way you're fighting him off. It takes all of 60 seconds of futile struggling to realise something was utterly wrong.

"Fuck-" The panic expands in your lower belly, floodinb your insides with fear until it inflages and pours out of your mouth.

"HELP!" You cry, "SOMEBODY! PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME- PLEASE-PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME!" You begin to cry real tears as you whip your head to the side in search of park wanderers only to find absolutely no one. The man above you quickly secures his hand over your mouth, collecting your rolling tears.

"Fuck yes…" You can hear his whispers through the mask as he lowers his head until his face is close to yours. You're quick in turning your head away from this monster on top of you but his hand on your wrist only snaps up to plug your nose shut.

Anton has your mouth and your nose covered in a horrible display of strength and danger. Your arms flail wildly around you and you're pretty sure you remember thinking the very frightening, very concrete thought that this is the moment your soul leaves this world.

But death does not open her arms to you, instead, you're furiously gasping in the fresh air that he allows you to have.

"Now I'm going to tell you one more time that yelling is allowed, baby. It's actually preferred, but, just not too loud okay?" You're nodding frantically once Anton uncovers a jagged blade from beneath the black robe. It cuts a menacing glint through the moonlight and you're only able to whine as the blade is aimed at your jugular while Anton's other hand lowers to explore the vastness of your clothed body.

"Youre gonna play my helpless victim alright-oh fuck, you're so pretty, you know that?." It's all so incredibly muffled from beneath the mask but the urgency in his tone has your legs squeezing together underneath him and your eyes squeezing shut in stark embarrassment of your actions. How absolutely sick of you to feel turned on in this very moment? Potentially more turned on then you might have been with Shotaro, in fact.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of you," the blade taps lightly at the side of your face, urging your wet eyes open only to reveal a blurry distorted image of the Ghostface above. "I'm honoured to be your first, okay?" You're only able to wail helplessly into his gloves as his other hand undoes the buttons of your cargo pants.

Anton rips your pants off like a madman, failing to hide his urgency or his jittery, maniacal movements. He doesn't even have your pants down all the way before his hand is buried in your cunt.

"I've watched enough porn to know I'm supposed to get you ready. And while raping you may be what this looks like I have no intention of leaving you unsatisfied." He words are slurred as you feel his gloved fingers enter your soaked vagina.

"You're already wet?" He remarks in complete disbelief as he uncovers his hand from the confines of your ruined panties. The Ghostface mask is lifted and discarded somewhere behind him only to reveal a painting boy with wild curls and wide eyes. He gazes at the arousal in awe, raising it up into the moonlight as he moves his fingers around it. Your breath shudders as Anton instinctively places those fingers directly in his mouth. He moans around them, before gazing down at your glistening cunt.

"I need you." He begins to plead as his voice cracks and his eyebrows curve inwards, "Please, I need you so bad." The knife is momentarily released from your throat as he sits back on his haunches. Anton rips his gloves off with his teeth before eagerly delving underneath his own robes to shove his hands down his sweatpants. You watch dazed as he jerks off above you, never once stopping his helpless cries. Cries that make the ache between your legs grow hotter and heavier, and your breathing once again picks up as you gaze up at him.

"A-Anton?" Your own voice cracks in the wake of not only your arousal but by the way you were crying your lungs out just a second ago.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Please fuck me." He does not waste even a second more before he's shuffling off of you. Another yelp eases out of your throat as Anton pulls your hips towards his in a surprising display of strength before wrenching your legs apart. Without removing your panties any further Anton frantically uncovers his dick from inside his sweatpants. He mewls over and over again as he clenches the materials of his robe in his teeth before pistoning his cock through the folds of your virgin cunt.

You scream ruggedly into the air, exposing your throat to him as your back arches and your pussy cries out in pain. His cock rams unapologetically into your cunt as he lowers his head to your neck. He is crying, you begin to note as he fucks you relentlessly. He's fucking crying and its turning you on.

"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful." He coos in your ear, only causing another wave of arousal to lubricate your pussy. "You're so fucking pretty and I promise I'd do anything for you. I'd do anything for this. To feel your pussy around my cock like this. I'd fucking kill someone for it-"

"My fucking God, Anton!" Your throat is hoarse from all your gasping and the immense pain is yet to subside but his words bring you a pleasure you've never ever felt. A pleasure you've never been able to feel on your own.

You pull him down into a sudden kiss which he melts into, his hips rutting into yours as if his cock can't get enough of the friction. Your own pain subsides, as you lift your hips to meet his shallow strokes and you're quickly approaching euphoria. This, you realise, is the feeling you've been missing. Rubbing your cunt underneath your covers in the dead of night brought momentary pleasure but there has always been a need for more.

"I need to cum inside you, okay?" You can't say no, not when he's taken to wrapping his fist around your throat and spearing your cunt with his cock as if his very will to live depended on fucking you senseless.

"Fucking slut- tell me to cum inside you!" And then his grip loosens and he's frantically slapping at your cheeks, "Please baby. Please, my pretty, pretty girl." It's utterly deranged, his moods lifting and falling and morphing and changing. It only brings you further to the edge to be so uttericaly unsure around him. Whether he's gonna hurt you or love you.

"Please cum inside me. Oh fuck, please cum inside me!"

Anton's mouth hangs open as his thrusts become irregular. His body shakes from above you just as your insides are flooded with his warm cum. The fullness of it, has you placing a hand on your clit as you're cumming loudly around his cock, milking it for everything it's worth.

"FUCK-" You scream, completely overcome with mutlplie waves of euphoria as you stare up at him above you.

Your hooded eyes looked up at him like your personal god. Nothing feels better than what he has given you, nothing could be better than this. Anton gazes down at you with the very same reverence. His perfect little slut cumming so beautifully around his cock. It's better than he could've ever imagined.

"I wanna stay inside you forever." He whispers breathlessly before pushing a slobbering kiss to your mouth, a kiss you warmly return. "Me too." Is all you can reply.

"Was I supposed to rub your clit? I'm sorry." He says, noticing your hand has found your wet mound while his cock is still buried inside you.

He pushes your hand away to some slick off your clit causing you to face another wave of shivers.

A trail of blood runs down his fingers and he stares intently at it and then at you before he eases his cock out of your cunt and bends down to place a delicate kiss on your mound. His plump lips are painted red, your red.

"We're a team now, okay? A family."

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5ungchan · 1 year ago

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DENIAL ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. THE FOOL

HIS DENIAL WAS HIS BIGGEST DELUSION. THREADED IN BETWEEN HER FINGERS, SHE TUGS AT HIS HEART STRINGS AND HE IGNORES THE OBVIOUS. HE’D SOLD HIS SOUL LONG AGO. DANCING TO THE TUNE OF THE DEVIL; SHE’D PROMISED HIM A WISH, AND HE’D FAILED TO OBTAIN IT.

WARNINGS: MANIPULATION, GASLIGHTING, GUILT TRIPPING, EMOTIONAL MIND-FUCKING. LEGITIMATE FUCKING: BRATTY, BITCHY READER. FEMALE BODY WORSHIP, CUNNILINGUS, FINGERING, INABILITY TO CUM, SWITCH IN DYNAMICS, DETAILED CHOKING. SWEARING, ANGST, SLIGHTLY DARK CONTENT. POST-NUT CLARITY, ISH.

WORD COUNT: 5.7K

SHOTARO STRUGGLED WITH STAYING SOBER.

He drank you up like it was the only thing he'd ever known. Having never seen any of your insecurities. Shotaro basked in your presence, admiring everything from the surface. It was superficial. Of course, he'd fallen in love with a facade ⏤ a mirage. A woman that refused to let on more than she should. He couldn't see her insecurities because she'd projected them onto him. Making him feel as though, he was the one that needed to change ⏤ not her. She wanted to be loved, and so she used him to feel important: to feel validated. Forcing him to mould his very mind, body and soul to her standards.

WHATEVER SHE SAID, HE DID ⏤ SHE WANTED TO BE THE ONLY THING ON HIS MIND.

Regardless, he couldn't say no. In fact, he straight up refused to acknowledge the fact you'd contorted him so well. Meshing his mind like it was clay; pulling and twisting, making sure you'd dug your fingers into him. Manipulating his mind into believing that he couldn't live without you. Whatever he thought, you had a say in it. Being the judge of his actions, controlling the bits and pieces of his life. It was all easier said than done. But it felt as though, he was bound to fall apart at the seams. He lacked what you wanted in total. He couldn't always deliver. And when that occurred, you pushed him away. Disregarding everything he'd done for you.

SHOTARO SHOULD KNOW BETTER — SUNGCHAN TELLS HIM.

His best friend Sungchan couldn't wrap his head around what Shotaro saw in you. Beauty? Sure, but that was quickly shrouded by just how nasty your personality was. The tall, overly sociable giant got along with everyone, everyone but you. It meant a lot if he didn't like you. He knew you were two-faced, with an ulterior plan behind every move. Every time you'd pushed Shotaro away, Sungchan was there to help his best friend. Although, it hurt him watching his best friend scurry back to you. He was hoping that tonight, this horrid cycle would end for good.

"Gullible, naive...or are you just flat out refusing to acknowledge the truth?" Asks Sungchan.

Annoyed, he leans against the marble kitchen counter, bottle of soju in hand. Staring down at Shotaro like he was a mother scolding his child.

"She's serious about me!" Protests Shotaro, "...Really, she wants to get back together."

Rolling his eyes, Sungchan can't help but drink his frustrations down. A conversation repeated once too many times. He hated you, hated how you stole his best friend from him. Stepping all over his dignity, Shotaro was no longer capable of making a choice for himself. The bitter words ⏤ insults, that he associated with you get stuffed back down his throat. Chugging his soju, he slams the empty bottle back onto the counter.

"You deserve better."

"She's the only one I want. I think you two just...got off on the wrong foot?" Shotaro tries to offer an excuse, protecting your name despite the fact, you'd never do the same. Sighing, he finds it impossible to make Sungchan see eye-to-eye with him about you.

"Like I said: Gullible, naive ⏤ you're honestly stupid as fuck. You know she's bad for you! Said it before yourself, but you're stubborn. Refusing to accept the truth and settling for something so wrong, since you've never known anything right."

A scowl flashes onto Shotaro's face and his chest pangs, "The fuck are you on about? Who do you think you are? Running your mouth about what's good for me?"

"I'm your best friend Shotaro. Been through hell with you ⏤ had your back every time she had you running back."

"Then be happy for me."

Rolling his eyes, Sungchan can't believe the words that are fluttering past Shotaro's mouth. It was all nonsense, it wasn't like him. Not like the Shotaro he grew up with and knew. Arguing was pointless at this rate. Either he learned through his own boundaries, or fell hard on his face from you kicking him out.

"She'll be here tonight. Prove me wrong then. Show me you can stand up for yourself. That you know better than I do."

It's almost as though the walls have ears. A third eye lingering from somewhere in between the drywall and framework. It has a chill running down Sungchan's spine when he notices his words have an effect. Most people would say that the cat dragged someone in after being gossiped about, but in this case: you are the feline.

Strutting into the room with your shoulders held back, chin pointed slightly upwards. You didn't look at the ground, no, you looked straight ahead. People moved aside at the sight of you and it had an effect. From Sungchan's perspective it's almost as if the room had dimmed down. Everything was much darker than before. Were there always this many people in the room? It almost felt claustrophobic as he watches you scan the room, making your dramatic greetings. A cluster of 'hi's' and 'hello's' mixed in with hugs and waves, to the party-goers you knew. Somehow, you knew everyone. But nobody knew you like he did.

Contrary to his negative emotions, Shotaro is a complete different story. The cold soju bottle squeaks, growing tight within his grasps. The condensation running down the label and into his sweaty palms. He's frozen in awe ⏤ like always. His sugar brown eyes widen, lips falling apart before he subconsciously begins to chew on his bottom lip. You always managed to light up the room. Friendly to everyone, you practically glimmered underneath the lights. The chatter and loud house music falls silent. The world is muted, on pause as the room freezes in time. With admiration, he watches as you turn on the spot, stopping when you spot him from the living room.

A soft smile spreads onto Shotaro's face as he practically beams with happiness. Waving in your direction as you meet his gaze with a blank stare. Monotonous, unbothered ⏤ it felt like you weren't even looking back at him, but at the wall behind. Your eyes dart towards Sungchan who glares in return, rolling his eyes as he slowly raises the middle finger. The fool and his companion you think. Typical.

WITHOUT A SECOND GLANCE, YOU TURN BACK AROUND.

Shotaro feels his heart drop down to his stomach. It feels so empty inside the cavity of his chest that he can't help but feel cold. Maybe you didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone? As if anyone was looking. Everyone was getting to the point of being too drunk. However, he's sure you have your reasons. Perhaps, you wanted to keep things on the down low until things were official.

“See? She doesn't want you. Not like how you want her," Whispers Sungchan. Having leaned in close, he places a hand on Shotaro's shoulder making a futile attempt at consolidating him. "You can do so much better. She's not the only girl in this crowd ⏤ Ningning! Over by the window. She's cute, go chat her up!"

Shrugging Sungchan's hand off, he pushes his half full drink into his hands.

"You go chat up Ningning."

Shotaro immediately walks off, abruptly leaving his best friend in the dust. The sourness from their conversation making him feel somewhat motivated to prove Sungchan wrong. Staggering in your direction, the happiness practically beams from his face.

Awkwardly standing behind you, he pokes at your lower back, "Let's talk please?"

Once he's got your attention, he presses his palm flat against your back. Sliding it over to rest atop your hip, wrapping his arm around you.

"⏤So talk."

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

Pausing, you take a deep breath. Truthfully, you didn't even know if you were serious about getting back with him. What was the point of going somewhere private? Regardless, you didn't want to cause a scene. Shaking his grasps off you and silently departing from the living room.

Shotaro meekly follows you through the hallway, each of his footsteps feeling heavier than the last. He feels as though he's walking towards his death sentence, the unease fills his body as he tries to maintain his composure. He wanted to talk, so he'd talk. You didn't even need to look behind yourself, you knew he was following you.

Stepping inside an empty room, you plop yourself onto the bed. The sound of the frame creaks as you cross your legs and impatiently wait for Shotaro to begin.

"Make it quick will you? I don't want anyone wondering where I am," you say.

Shotaro pauses. Shuffling his feet against the floor, he treads carefully with his next words. He doesn't want you storming out of the room, nor does he want you to leave this room without him by your side.

"What's been on your mind lately?" He questions. Sitting next to you on the bed, he can't help but feel hurt. You don't make eye contact, opting to keep your eye on the door. Was Sungchan panning out to be right after all? Shaking his head, he doesn't want to lose hope, not yet.

"What's it you want to hear?" You prefer to give him a vague response.

"I want you to look at me," he begins, slowly placing his palm on your shoulder and nudging you, "Like how you used to."

Sighing, you turn your head to face him. Meeting his gaze, those soft brown eyes of his practically twinkle with some sort of anticipation and hope. A soft smile stretches onto his face when you follow his request. But it falters just as quickly, unlike him, you don't smile back. You hardly did anymore.

"You used to have all the love in the world for me...where'd it all go?" Shotaro can't help but whisper those words to you. Scared of the truth, terrified of how you'd react to him for asking such a thing.

"You're kidding. What makes you think I had all the love in the world...for you?" Scoffing, you can't help but let out a dry laugh at how ridiculous he sounds.

Tilting your head to the side, you lean back and stare at him coyly, "Actions speak louder than words 'Taro. Don't just sit there mumbling about this and that."

Placing your hand atop his thigh, you gently slide your hand up and down the expanse of the area, "Show me what you mean, and I'll respond accordingly."

As expected, you're met with silence on his end. He's flustered. Evident in the way his cheeks are dusted with a subtle pink.

"Sho’," you begin as you continue to lean back. Moving just until you fall against the pillows with a soft 'thump'. Bending your knees, you split them apart slowly. Allowing your skirt to pool upwards, slyly flashing your unclothed cunt. The missing article of clothing that was in question was currently stuffed into the glovebox of your car. You'd planned this.

"...'Taro. Won't you come and find out what I mean?"

Jutting out your bottom lip, you pout at him as if you were some innocent girl. He's oblivious to discern the fact that you'd just refused to look at him earlier, and now? You had all of your attention focused on him.

Feeling content with yourself when you see him stand up to crawl towards you. His knees buckle with a certain mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"You know, you've always been my favourite dancer, my favourite boy. Always so fluid, so expressive. Willing to comply whenever, wherever."

"I just want to do well for you," he sighs. He’d always tried to have your best interests at heart.

Dragging your index finger against the slit of your folds, and coating the tip in your slick, wetness before bringing it up to your lips; tasting yourself. Swirling your tongue around, before withdrawing it from your mouth with a gentle 'pop', "Mmm. Sweet, always so sweet."

He's already ensnared. Silently accepting your offer with a soft smile plastered on his face. Innocent looking, but truly the opposite when it came to you. Shotaro rests at your legs, wrapping an arm around either of your thighs. His palms gently holding onto the skin.

Leaning inwards, Shotaro inhales the scent of your skin. Admiring the body lotion you'd put on. It's much more faint, than it would've been from it's initial application, but it's a scent he'd recognized. Rubbing his nose against the grain of your inner thighs, he grows dizzy from the scent of those faint roses.

With his eyes shut closed, his lips part, tongue sticking out to lick across the faint stretch marks that decorate your skin. Puckering his lips, he alternates between soft kisses to wet streaks of his tongue. Admiring every inch of your body, that was nestled so closely to where your pussy was.

To Shotaro, this is heaven. You were the very woman of his dreams. He was always eager to please you, never saying no to your advances as he constantly navigated your body. He thought he did a good job, but he'd be foolish to think that he'd be able to dominate you. The tables were always turned against him, he was just too blinded to see.

Suddenly, you feel the tip of his nose poke at the top of your labia. Reaching for his head, you gently fist a bunch of his hair and nudge him forwards.

Shotaro drags his tongue up and down your slit, starting off slow before making contact with your clit. The feeling of the papillae on his tongue is enough to make your body shudder. Flicking the bud back and forth, switching to circular movements around the nerve as you spread your legs further apart.

The sound of his tongue lapping against the vulnerable flesh of your body and your soft huffs is enough to make the room hot. It feels closed off, suffocating even, as he gets lost in between your legs. Resorting to plunging his fingers into your depths as he takes a breather. Lifting his head to watch how you've got yours thrown back, mouth agape as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. He’d always looked up at you, admiring the way you shone with ecstasy.

WITH SUCH A EUPHORIC LOOK ACROSS YOUR FACE, SHOTARO CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL CONVINCED YOU LOVE HIM.

The curvature of his fingers hovers just above your g-spot. The place that always made you shudder, one that you had no trouble reaching yourself. However, for some reason: he never went beyond that. Blindly missing the physical cues your body made. Shotaro couldn't understand why your walls seemed to tense up around his fingers, thinking that this was probably where it felt best. He always guessed incorrectly.

"You're so beautiful. Fuck⏤ it feel good?"

Nodding your head, you silently agree that it does. Until it doesn't.

You hate how he plunges his fingers into you with no objective. Never reaching where they should be. Was he stupid? Huffing, you urge him to add another finger. Maybe now it'll help him reach deeper.

He does. The outcome remains the same.

Instead, you watch as he grows pathetically weak. With his forehead pressed against your pubic bone. Dazed and drowsy, he's drowning in how good you smell. His tongue stretched out to taste you more and more. His free hand moving downwards to palm himself through his sweats.

"Mmph, you're so sweet. So good, so, so..." he doesn't finish as he continues to help himself to your wetness.

Annoyed, you lift your head to stare him down. You always had to cum first, he should know that. He wasn't neglecting you per se, but he grew distracted by how his own length was pulsating against the fabric of his boxers. He wanted to release himself, but he needed to focus on you.

"Fucking hell. Shotaro, stop."

He doesn't hear you, not until you tug at his hair roughly. Forcing him to look upwards. Those brown eyes of his glowing with lust as he freezes when he realizes you're being serious.

"What's wrong? I thought you were enjoying this?"

Closing your knees up, you push him aside as you roll your eyes in annoyance, "Enjoy myself?"

You can't help but feel amused with how lost Shotaro looks. The worry is evident in his face, in his tone, as he sits upwards. Fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

"What did I do wrong?" he asks, as he's eager to fix things.

"You can never do this right. Always starting off well before getting lost in...whatever this is," groaning, you look away from him, "You can't even fuck me properly and yet you're asking if I've ever loved you."

Shotaro can't help but scoff at how insensitive you sound, "What?"

"Do I need to repeat myself? Seriously, you're not good enough for me. Never was, never will be," you complain, having felt so annoyed with him.

Clearly he'd never be able to meet your standards.

"You can't be serious? You know, I'd always told myself otherwise but you really are acting like a bitch."

"Hmm? Well it's about time you started realizing things," You retort. Lifting your hands up to stare at your nails, you brush him off. Ignoring the way he stares at you completely stunned. It wasn't like your rude remarks were happening for the first time either.

You can't help but roll your eyes, "Why so quiet? There's no reason to be so surprised."

Shotaro feels as though he's been slapped in the face. He'd been falling for quite some time, but now? He'd finally hit the ground hard. The reality of things made him feel embarrassed. All of it practically soaking into his system: you'd finally awakened something in him.

IT HAPPENS WITHIN SECONDS, CATCHING YOU OFF GUARD.

You're completely shocked when you feel Shotaro's hand against your face. His thumb digging into your cheek, while the rest of his fingers occupied the other side. Roughly turning your head to face him.

"I want you to fucking look at me when I speak," he demands.

Raising an eyebrow, you feel stunned. This was new. The way his face had fallen still, his eyebrows furrowed angrily as the creases around his eyes made him look all too serious. He was no longer cute and soft. In fact, he looked so upset that it was quite comedic to you. Maybe, just maybe, you'd pressed one too many of his buttons. Pushing him into overdrive. You can't help but laugh. Your hot breath reflecting against his palm.

"You're laughing?" Shotaro's in complete disbelief, pressing harder against your face and pushing it against the pillows. "What'll it take for you to finally take me seriously?"

Your laughter persists, the way your voice is almost too shrill for his liking. There was no allure to it, it wasn't seductive ⏤ it made his ears ring.

"For fucks sake! Take me seriously for once!" He demands as he moves his hand away from your face and down towards your throat. Wrapping his calloused fingers around your neck, the pads of his fingertips press down roughly into your skin. His fingernails digging in deep as he squeezes hard against your larynx.

Your laughing comes to a halt, instead, you're gargling. With your spit getting stuck in between your mouth and throat. Your airway's obstructed as you can't help but choke. The sound of your hacking and wheezing echoes through the room as he presses harder.

Somehow Shotaro enjoys seeing you like this. The way your face grows slightly hotter, a darker red. Your eyes rolling back into your head with drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. Releasing your neck, Shotaro can't help but feel proud with himself. Finally, you'd be able to take him seriously.

"See? You're so much better when you're not ordering me around, or talking back."

However, the sudden cockiness in Shotaro's demeanour disappears when he notices how you've refused to move much at all. Your chest heaving slowly as he tries to shake you awake.

"Y/N?" He asks.

He receives no response, no sign. Your body lays there limp.

"Y/N?" Shotaro calls out, shaking your body as he uses his hand to gently slap you on the cheek. The worry is evident in his tone as he calls out to you.

"I-I'm so sorry. I had no idea, I didn't mean to go so far!" He protests as he holds you in his arms.

A raspy cough leaves your body, as you weakly raise your hand to rub your eyes. You couldn't see very well, everything was doubled but you'd managed to focus your gaze on him. Taking in the sights: he was worried, oh sooo worried. The Shotaro you knew was already back. But so soon?

Noticing your consciousness, his eyes widen with joy. Hugging you tightly in his arms and pressing your head gently against his chest. A string of apologies flutter past his lips as he rubs your back gently, using his free hand to pat your hair.

A series of raspy coughs leave your mouth, as you can't help but giggle. Sounding like a broken record as you scratch at your throat, the pain was immeasurable. However, the situation was way too worth it to acknowledge the pain.

"Tha-that...all you got?" You question. Lifting your head from his chest to weakly challenge him. Physically you were shaken up, but mentally you couldn't help but feel turned on.

Using whatever energy you had left, you push yourself off of him. Removing yourself from his grasps and falling back onto the mattress. Huffing slowly, your chest heaves up and down with each breath you take. You're practically shaking as your system tries to level back to it's norm.

"Shotaro," you begin, as your fingers blindly play with the buttons of your shirt. You manage to pop open a few buttons before giving up, flashing bits of your skin and cleavage behind the fabric.

Surprising him with a coy smile, you reach out to pull him by his shirt. He follows your lead, leaning in close as you stare at him dead straight in the eyes.

"That’s it?" You question, "Couldn't have gone all the way huh? Now use that...that rage, to fuck me. I want you to ravage me, pull me apart for everything I've done."

"What? I legitimately thought I'd ended you..." Shotaro mumbles in disbelief.

You scoff in response, "Baby. There's no way you could kill me. If one of us dies in this fucked up relationship; it'll be you."

Shotaro opens his mouth to retort, trying to change your mind and to get you to relax and heal. He gets no chance as you tug at his shirt, getting rid of whatever minimal distance there was and kissing him roughly. Your lips push against his as you slip your tongue in between, allowing the wetness to push through and mesh with his.

You don't let him pull away and he obliges, falling into your grasps like always. Cherishing each kiss as he meets your rough advances with his usual tenderness.

"I love it when you're you," you say in between kisses, "When you disagree with what I do, taking control for yourself."

Shotaro doesn't respond. It's not that he doesn't want to, he just no longer thinks it's worth the effort as he uses his hands to reach for his pants. Tugging them down quickly, his erection having resurfaced. He figures it's pointless to ask if you're ready, to go slow. It used to always be about you. However, things changed after today and it had to progress the way he wanted. If you thought he was still soft with his behaviour, you were wrong.

Pulling his lips away from yours, he looks downwards to line your entrance up with his cock. The tip of his dick is hot, slightly more pink than the rest as precum leaks from it's tip. He doesn't tease you: refusing to rub himself in between your folds, or tap at your clit with his member. No, he just helps himself. Pushing inwards with a groan.

It's unlike anything he's ever felt before. The way your walls squeeze against his flesh, he isn't sure if you're contracting your walls yourself, but he simply doesn't care anymore. The role of pillow princess was no longer yours. You'd simply become nothing more than a cum rag for him.

HE’D BE DONE WITH YOU AFTER THIS.

Pulling his hips back, he snaps them forwards pushing into you with force. Starting a pace that he liked, that he wanted. For once, he's the one looking down at you. Holding your hips in place as he fucks into you roughly. Trying his best to ignore the way you furrowed your eyebrows, whilst biting down on your lip. Your eyes are shut tight, eyelashes fluttering against the grain of your skin.

The bruises that decorate your neck are oddly beautiful. Clearly, you'd enjoyed receiving them too. Then it hits him, the sound of your moaning. Weak, toned down and much more hoarser than usual. The sweetness that typically coated your moans and came out with such femininity was gone now. You were quieter, less whinier and demanding.

He liked you this way: submissive. But did he really enjoy you in this way? Helplessly laying there. Allowing yourself to be fucked at his mercy. You had stars in your eyes looking at him like he was everything. But this wasn’t him, you were enamoured by an amalgamation of him caused by all your manipulation.

Shotaro finds himself falling in and out of focus. The pleasure that he feels practically radiating throughout his body is insane. Although, he can't help but feel somewhat unhappy with himself. He couldn't feel content with what this was. It wasn't right.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to see you genuinely embrace him. Loving him for who he was, reciprocating his actions in a positive way. Such a thing wouldn't have been possible in this lifetime. You just weren't built that way, with absolutely no empathy in your body. He can't help but feel that he's wasted so much on someone who regarded him as nothing.

He can't do this anymore. Watching as you shudder beneath him, the muscles in your body tensing up as your back arches from the mattress, your toes curling in unison. You'd came for the first time; evident in the way your insides clung onto him, your hands desperately reaching out for his body. But he hadn't. He simply couldn't.

Wordlessly pulling out, he searches around for his pants. Putting them on hastily, and patting down his clothes in a weak attempt to make himself presentable. Taking one last glance at you, he feels sick to his stomach. How could such a person force him to go so far as an individual. Initially it seemed beautiful, it felt hot and somewhat kinky. But the reality of things had come unraveled. This wasn’t him.

He couldn't recognize the work he'd done. With your clothes barely covering your body, the slight twitching in your legs as you simply followed him with your eyes. You don't move, he assumes you're too fatigued.

But for once, you've kept your eyes on him and it seems like finally, he's won over your heart. The bliss in your eyes is insurmountable, you're practically glowing with some twisted sense of adoration. The light sweat that adorns your body make it feel as though you're on fire. Just as Lucifer had been cast away from the heavens, plummeting down to the ground. Devilishly attractive, deceiving and cunning: you were sadistic in your intentions. It all showed on the surface now.

"Leaving so soon?" you ask, meekly calling out from the bed as you watch him walk towards the door. He hadn't even helped you clean up. It was unlike him.

"Not gonna help me clean up?" Further questioning him, when he doesn't respond.

Shotaro pauses by the door. He wants to turn around, to give in and go wash you up. But he thinks that if he did, he wouldn't be able to walk away ever again.

"You'll manage," he begins. Turning around to glance at you with a soft smile on his face. The kindness in his body was always overflowing. He was genuine, meant everything that he did, and yet you made him feel like a monster.

"Don't bother calling anymore."

THE DOOR OPENS QUIETLY, SHUTTING CLOSED BEHIND HIM.

Shotaro promised himself he would've walked out that room with you by his side. He'd imagined you'd be hand in hand, laughing with each other. Thinking that things could go back to what they once were. But Sungchan was right about him, he was naive and in fact, he was hopeless. Having faith in things that simply wouldn't occur.

Re-entering the party scene, he scans the room for Sungchan. Feeling surprised when he sees him actually talking to Ningning. His footsteps are quicker and much lighter than before as he pushes past the crowd, approaching the two of them. It feels as though the giant weight on his shoulder has been left behind.

"Guess you took up my offer then?" Shotaro begins as he teasingly nudges Sungchan in the side with his elbow.

Sungchan looks stunned as he looks at Shotaro from head to toe, side to side, "Huh? Yeah, your offer, my idea. Either way, where's...you know?"

"I ended it," Shotaro quickly responds, the smile on his face doesn't falter. As he turns his attention towards Ningning, "You must be Ningning, right?"

The doe-eyed girl nods eagerly, giving him a soft smile. Although before she can respond, her smile falters. Looking straight past Shotaro, she almost looks scared. Confused, he glances at Sungchan for any clue as to what was going on. The look on his face is the same as hers. In fact, he's speechless with his mouth wide apart. It's as if the two of them had seen a ghost.

"Ended what?" A voice asks. One that he knew all too well.

Slowly turning around, he can't help but feel like his souls left his body. You're standing there with a bright smile, and yet the look in your eyes is emptier than ever. The clothes on your body are perfectly normal ⏤ presentable. Even your hair rests nicely against the frame of your face, just a tad bit dishevelled ⏤ one could've assumed you'd been dancing a bit too hard tonight.

Everything about you is normal except for the blue and purple bruises that mark your skin. The array of red and violet petechiae patches on your skin make your neck look as though you'd been attacked. And you were.

The feeling of your arm wrapping around Shotaro's waist makes his skin erupt into goosebumps. He's uncomfortable, but you pretend as if nothings wrong. Tilting your head to the side innocently. Staring at Sungchan and Ningning as if everything was well.

"Aren't you gonna introduce me?" You ask as you stare directly at the girl opposite to you. It was obvious you made her uncomfortable as she laughs awkwardly, scanning the room for any sort of excuse to attend to. Her eyes refuse to remove themselves from your neck. She leaves without a word, practically dashing for an exit.

Frowning, you can't help but pout, "What's her deal?"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hisses. Pushing you off him as he runs a hand through his hair. You made him beyond frustrated, especially tonight.

"Babe?"

"Don't 'babe' me! I told you we're done!" He protests.

"Done? Who said you made the calls again?"

Sungchan can't help but step into the situation, pushing you back a step with his hand outstretched as you swat at him.

"Stay out of it," you warn.

"Leave Shotaro alone. He's already ended things with you," counters Sungchan as he steps forward again, eager to get into your personal space.

You can't help but scoff at his attitude. Did he think you were scared of him? Tilting your head to the side, you purse your lips in thought. Standing on your tippy toes to suddenly grab at Sungchan's throat with your hand. Guffawing when his eyes widen in surprise, "Just kidding~ I wouldn't hurt you."

Instead of clinging onto his neck, you move upwards to hold him by his chin. Tilting his head to focus on your neck, "But I will warn you."

"Seen the damage already haven't you? Yeah. ‘Bet it was the first thing you saw."

Sungchan being much taller and stronger than you, removes your grasp with ease as he glares down at you, "Don't fucking touch me."

"Shotaro didn't end anything. Not after this," You state as you rub against your neck softly. It hurt but you'd toned up your performance, dramatically wincing at how sore and numb things felt.

Pushing Sungchan aside, you motion at him to move over as you smile at Shotaro. The room falls cold as he stares back at you, mimicking the look of a deer caught in the headlights. You'd pushed him to do this. He’d succeeded in complying with your taunting, but failed to keep what dignity he’d had left in himself.

"What do you want from me?" He fearfully questions.

Leaning in close, you force him into your grasps. Wrapping a tight hug around him as you breath down his neck.

"I told you that you were my favourite dancer ⏤ my favourite boy. ‘Told you that I'd play you a tune you couldn't resist. Tonight you proved that, and you'll continue to do so in the following days," whispering into his ear. Your words carry a strong warning, foreshadowing what's to come, "When will it happen? Who knows."

With a quick kiss against his cheek, you detach yourself, taking a few steps back from him. Walking backwards as you head for the door.

"Oh, not to worry though. You'll manage!" You yell out from the loudness of the crowd, "Don't forget to pick up when I call ‘Taro."

#5UNGCHAN ARCHIVE: SHOTARO.#RATED: M #osaki shotaro x reader

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lovetaroandtaemin · 7 days ago

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All I Wanted

Chapter 9: Drunken Regrets

Osaki Shotaro x Reader

Word Count: 2,427

Genre: Smut, Angst, University AU

Rating: Explicit. MINORS DNI!

Summary: Y/N and Shotaro run into each other at the bar and have a night that they'll both regret the next day. As if a desperate hookup hadn't made things awkward enough, they have to work together on a group project in their shared class.

Content Warnings: Smut (drunk sex, unprotected sex, biting, a little bit of dry humping, sub!Shotaro x soft dom!Reader, praise kink), lots of awkwardness, plenty of angst because Shotaro is cold after sex, mentions of parental angst.

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You knew that it was a bad idea to go out to the bar and get drunk again, but it was slowly becoming your favorite way to forget about the loneliness that had burrowed its way into your soul. You’d set boundaries with your parents regarding your grades, which pissed them off, so they weren’t talking to you for the time being. Karina frequently blew off your scheduled hangouts for sudden plans with Wonbin, so you weren’t talking to her much either. Not seeing Karina wouldn’t have been as painful as it was if you had any other friends to hang out with, but you really didn’t. Even your love life had completely gone to shit, and you felt more alone than you had in years.

When you went out to your favorite bar, however, you didn’t really have to think about the fact that you didn’t have anyone there for you. All you had to think about was what drink you wanted that night and whether it was a good idea to try to flirt with whatever handsome stranger sat next to you at the bar. Usually, you would decide against it, since no one that came in ever caught your attention.

This time, however, instead of the bar’s typical clientele, you ran into none other than Shotaro. You immediately wanted to leave and forget that you ever saw him, still hurt by your recent conflicts. The only problem was that you still had to pay for your drinks. So, while you waited for the bartender to come back to you so that you could close your tab, all you could do was desperately hope that he wouldn’t try to talk to you.

“Hi, (Y/N).”

God damn it.

“What do you want, Shotaro?”

“I wanted to apologize for how I acted in class the other day. It was immature, and I shouldn’t have taken my emotions out on you. I’m sorry.”

To say that you were surprised by the apology was a massive understatement. It was truly the last thing you were expecting at that point in time, but you did still appreciate it. With a soft smile forming on your face, you said, “It’s ok. I figured you had some stuff going on.”

“I did, but that’s not an excuse.”

“I appreciate the apology, ‘Taro.”

Whether it was the alcohol in his system, the loneliness that had become the norm for him, or the softness in your voice when you said his name, Shotaro had no idea. Regardless of the reason, however, he wanted you. It was embarrassing to admit to himself, but he really couldn’t deny it anymore, considering he literally moaned your name when he was in bed with Chaewon. He really didn’t think that you would give him the time of day after all the conflicts you’d had, so all he could really do was hope that you would want him in the same way some day.

God, Shotaro’s smile was gonna be the death of you. Even when you thought about how much he’d upset you over the past few months, his adorable fucking smile made your stomach fill with butterflies. You still wanted him, and you hated yourself for it. You could ignore the self-hatred for a night if he wanted you too, though.

“So, what made you decide to pick this bar of all places to go tonight?” you asked, hoping that changing the subject would make the moment less awkward.

“Honestly, I don’t really know. I was just walking around the city and saw a sign for a bar. I wanted to get shitfaced, so here I am. What about you?”

“This place has been like a second home over the course of the school year. Every time I was feeling down, Karina brought me here. Now she’s too busy fucking Wonbin for that, though, so I just started coming by myself.”

“I’m sorry she ditched you.”

“It happens. I saw the way they were looking at each other when we ran into him last time I came here with her. I knew it was coming.”

“It’s still not a great feeling, speaking from experience.”

“It’s fine,” you said as you desperately hoped that your voice didn’t betray how you really felt.

There was a moment of silence before Shotaro said, “You don’t deserve to be forgotten and left alone.”

“Thanks, ‘Taro.”

You opened up slightly more after that, and the two of you sat at the bar talking about whatever came to mind for a long time. Honestly, you had to admit that it was nice to put aside the petty rivalry with Shotaro for a night. Plus, you liked talking to a guy that wasn’t constantly checking out other women.

As the night went on, the thought that you wanted Shotaro got harder and harder to ignore. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you decided to just ask him to come home with you. Before you could, though, he asked, “Can I ask something that might be out of line?”

“What is it?”

“Would you wanna come back to my place with me tonight?”

“That sounds great,” you replied as Shotaro breathed a sigh of relief.

You closed your tab at the bar while Shotaro called an Uber. The wait for the car to arrive and drive you two to his apartment was absolute torture, but in the end, the wait was worth it.

The moment you were through the front door, Shotaro’s lips were on yours. He kissed you like he never would again, and every moment had your body buzzing with anticipation. Without thinking, you tangled your hands in his hair, and a soft groan left his mouth.

God, he sounded sexy.

When Shotaro pulled away for air, you took the opportunity to move from his lips to his neck. The sounds that left his mouth as you kissed and bit every bit of him you could reach were straight up heavenly, and you couldn’t help but think that you really wanted to hear them again after whatever was about to happen was done.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he whimpered.

You pulled away, looked up at him, and said, “Do you like that, baby?”

He nodded and responded, “Please keep going.”

And who were you to deny him?

With a smile, you asked him, “Why don’t we take this to your room?”

Shotaro nodded again and took your hand, practically dragging you to his bedroom. Once you got there, however, you took full control. Before he even had time to process it, you pinned him to his bed and kissed him again. Without meaning to, he started to buck his hips up, desperate for more stimulation.

The moment you noticed what he was doing, you stopped kissing him and said, “Patience, or we stop. Understood?” He mumbled something in response that you couldn’t quite hear, so you said, “I said patience, or we stop. Do you understand?”

He stopped moving immediately and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

His eagerness to please was honestly kind of adorable, so you smiled and said, “Good boy.”

Shotaro moaned louder than he meant to at the praise, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit as you continued to tease him with light touches right where he wanted you most.

“Please do something,” he groaned.

“But I am doing something, baby. You’re gonna have to get a little more specific if you want something else.”

“Wanna fuck you. Please?”

You pretended to think for a moment before you climbed off of him and said, “Ok. But first, strip for me.”

Shotaro immediately stood up and did what he was told while you discarded your own clothes. Once your clothes were out of the way, he wasted no time. Pretty much the moment you were back on his bed, he climbed on top of you, kissing and biting every inch of your neck and chest.

Shotaro’s mouth felt good, sure, but you wanted more. So, you said, “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

He pulled away from your neck just long enough to say, “Trust me, I do.”

“Then fucking do it already!”

With a soft moan, he said, “Yes, ma’am,” and carefully aligned his cock with your entrance.

As Shotaro carefully pushed into you for the first time, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. The feeling of his cock inside you was almost overwhelming, but in the best way possible. And it only got better when he actually started thrusting.

“Fuck, baby, feels so good,” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I know, should’ve done this ages ago.”

Shotaro’s words sent a shiver down your spine, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted this moment to last forever.

As he continued to fuck you, the only sounds in the room were skin slapping skin and the noises of pleasure that came from both of you. Not that you minded, of course. The moans that slipped out of Shotaro’s mouth as he pounded into you only turned you on more.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you said, laughing softly.

Shotaro moaned louder at your words, and that was when he realized that he really liked it when you told him he was doing well.

“Aww, do you have a praise kink that you didn’t tell me about?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he whimpered as he buried his face in your neck.

The combined stimulation from Shotaro’s cock inside of you and his mouth on your neck was almost too much, and it wasn’t long before you felt your release start to approach. You tried to warn Shotaro, but before the words could come out, you came with a loud moan of his name.

Feeling you come undone around him was exactly what Shotaro needed to reach the brink of his own release. With a soft whine, he said, “Fuck, I’m close.”

“It’s ok, baby. Come for me. Please?”

Within seconds, Shotaro was pulling out of you, cum covering your lower abdomen as he hit his high. The loud moans that left his mouth as he came sounded heavenly, and you had the fleeting thought that you wouldn’t mind hearing them again at some point.

Once Shotaro came down from his high, he wasted no time, grabbing a washcloth from his bathroom so that he could help you clean up. You appreciated the gesture, and it gave you the slightest bit of hope that maybe you two could be closer.

After you were both cleaned up and fully dressed again, you carefully got back into bed with Shotaro and tried to hug him. He didn’t seem interested, however, considering that he pushed you away the moment he felt your arms start to wrap around him. You were hurt, to say the least, but you figured that he might just not want to be touched. Then, he turned to face you and said, “You should probably go home.”

“But why? I thought that we were-”

“Just go home, please,” he said, his voice sounding like he was fighting tears.

“Fine.”

With tears in your eyes, you went outside and called an Uber to get home. The ride back to your apartment was agonizingly quiet, but as you sat in the back seat thinking about Shotaro, you realized that the quiet was something that you would probably have to get used to.

When you finally got back to your apartment, you didn’t do much other than cry in your bed. You wanted to text Shotaro and ask him why he kicked you out of his apartment, but you thought better of it. Instead, you went to sleep, devastated that you were alone again.

The next morning, your statistics class was awkward to say the least. You tried to talk to Shotaro about what happened, but he refused to give you the time of day. Honestly, it hurt a lot that he wouldn’t even talk to you. But you were determined not to let a boy get in the way of your education.

However, apparently Ms. Kim had other plans. She announced a group project that you didn’t quite understand and told everyone to choose who they wanted to work with.

You desperately searched the room for someone that you could work with, but before you knew it, everyone but you and Shotaro had already formed little groups. Reluctantly, you turned back to him and asked, “Do you wanna work together on the project?”

“Not really, but it doesn’t look like I have any other options.”

“Great, so we’re on the same page.”

With a sigh, Shotaro said, “I guess we are.”

The rest of the class went by rather quickly after you and Shotaro agreed to work together. You couldn’t exactly say that you were excited to work with him, but you were determined to keep your grades up.

So, after your classes were done for the day, you arranged a meeting with Shotaro at a nearby café to discuss the project. He was right on time, and you quickly got to work dividing responsibilities and planning your next meeting to discuss progress.

Once a schedule was made and the workload was divided fairly, you said, “Thank you for talking about the project with me. I have to go home and work on a few things, but I’ll make sure that I’m available on the days we discussed meeting up again.”

“You could stay, if you want.”

“I just said I can’t.”

“Right. Bye, I guess.”

You left the café without another word after that so that you could go home to catch up on homework. After that was done, you checked your phone and saw a text message from Shotaro.

Shotaro: Can we talk?

Y/N: What is there to talk about?

Shotaro: Look, I know that you don’t want to talk to me, but I had some questions about the project.

Y/N: Fine. What are they?

He sent his questions, and you answered them. After that, however, he tried to continue making conversation with you. You shut him down pretty much immediately, telling him that you only wanted to talk to him about the project. He said ok, and that was the last time that you heard from him that day. As much as it hurt to tell him not to talk to you, you knew it was for the best. After all, you needed to heal now that you knew that he didn’t want you like you wanted him.

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