#osaki shotaro x reader

[soheeunderthesun]

Rule 1: Never ask for their names - once you put a name to such a pretty face, they’ll be all you can think about!

Rule 2: If you see them in the hallway, no you didn’t!! - once you get caught looking, you’re doomed baby

Rule 3: Never get too comfortable - you might think you’ve got them all figured out, spoiler alert! you haven’t!

Rule 4: Don’t get too emotional- if you are about fall for their charms. Don’t. They are like fire, they warm you up, but getting to close might burn ya.

Rule 5: jealous? Don’t be. - they’re hot, smart and charming, of course they can’t help but make admires everywhere! it’s nothing personal, it’s just in their nature. So don’t get possessive honey, it’s not for the faint of heart.

Final rule: Don’t say you haven’t been warned - Proceed with caution.

warning - cursing and angst / WC - 2K

🧋 Osaki Shotaro -

He is in one of your classes, and he is incredibly diligent, like he is always on top of the material, knows the subject inside and out and understands it very quickly. So when you first transferred to the university, it kinda drove you crazy how perfect he seemed at everything. Acing his classes, dancing like he was born to be a performer, working at a cafe earning some moneyzz and he somehow still had the time to be everyone's best friend. Like cmon, how is that even humanly possible? You remember hoping for him to crack and reveal a hidden flaw. That he’d maybe be one of those people who snapped at the slightest inconvenience, like him yelling at another student for not understanding his explanations or having some random meltdown over a misplaced book, fuck just anything! Just something to make him less annoyingly perfect. So yes, Shotaro is the kind of student who stands out, not just because of how smart he is, but also because of how approachable and friendly he is towards other people who cross his path. 

So yeah.. that's why it doesn't sound too far off that Shotaro is helping you with your assignments, he stepped in because he heard you complaining about how overwhelmed you were and joked about dropping out, of course he couldn’t just let that slide, being the genuinely good person he is.

The study sessions you guys have are not awkward at all. Shotaro is really easy to be around, always nice and patient with you. He will laugh when you get frustrated, but it isn’t in a mean and belittling way. More like a “aww, you’re cute when you get all pouty and mad” kind of laugh. He is always encouraging you, never making you feel dumb, even though you are pretty sure you've said some pretty brainless things sometimes (many times) The more you spent time together, the more you learn about him. Like how he’s into dancing and tutors kids in the neighborhood. Oh, and his obsession with boba? That was a given, so every time you would finish a session, he’d offer you one as a treat.

So it wasn’t hard to grow feelings for him. He is beautiful inside and out, it’s not really your fault, it’s not like you’re the only one. Everyone must have had a crush on Shotaro at some point of knowing him. The good thing is, you’re not embarrassed by your feelings, you’re in fact certain that Shotaro knows about them too. In the way you try to meet his eyes more often than others, or the way you always make time for him even though you’re scheduled is packed. Having a crush on Shotaro felt safe, even if you were to get rejected, It would probably feel like him gently laying you down on a pillow, kissing your forehead, and making you feel both cared for and at peace, as if everything would be okay.

To your surprise, when you finally open up about your feelings, he starts to pull away. It hurt you, like hell. You expect him to at least still want to spend time with you.. after all, it wasn’t the first time a friend had confessed to him. Was it the way you said it? Were you too forward? You thought you were beyond that, that you two were past the surface-level stuff and ready for something real. Instead, he just pulls the rug out from under you.

You got too comfortable.. you fell for him.. and look what that left you with. A broken heart.

🎸 Park Wonbin -

At first he seems really mysterious, like he hardly ever talks to anyone except his close friends, and mostly if not always keep to himself. You’d occasionally see him in the hallways and one day as you walked past him, you couldn't help but ask Karina “who is he?” automatically she glanced at him “oh yn.. don’t even think about it. He’s handsome sure, but it’s a recipe for disaster” of course you don’t really think much of it since you just started at the uni and you past by hundreds of faces everyday, his face is just one out of many. Oh how wrong you were.. somehow Wonbin always stays in your mind. He has caught your attention without a single meeting, his face is on your mind 24/7. You wanna get to know him, wanna hear his voice and see who is hiding behind that stoic facade. Sometimes you think you’ve gone crazy, okay maybe desperate is a better word for it. Karina tells you to either man up and do something about it or forget all about him to save your heart. What is the big deal? It’s won’t hurt to strike up a conversation right?

Here you are, pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies through the campus auditorium after a student-run performance. The place had been filled with noise and excitement earlier, but now it was quiet and empty. It is going to be a long night you think, especially since the other student volunteers hasnt shown up yet. You don’t mind doing the work alone, but it was a bit daunting to clean such a large space by yourself. But to your luck, someone was already in the auditorium mopping the floor in the back of the corner. The guy looks up due to hearing you approach and you meet his pretty brown eyes. Wonbin. So lucky lucky you!

Turns out speaking with Wonbin isn’t that hard. He just needed to warm up to you, and warm up he did! The rest of the volunteers bailed on you guys, so you guys could really talk about anything and everything. You guys joked, made fun of each other and he really showed his silliness in front of you. Oh how easy it is to crack Wonbin out of his shell you think. It felt like talking to an old friend, even though it’s your first meeting. That’s how comforting Wonbin’s space is. You learned that his closest friends are Shotaro and Sohee, two other guys studying at the university. He told you he would like to get to know other people more, but he isn’t the best at striking up a conversation so that might be why he comes off as distant and cold. Oh Wonbin.. you can be his friend! but you ALSO wanna kiss his face! You notice along the way an underlying feeling that he wasn't fully opening up, but it makes sense though, you guys just met. After the you guys were done cleaning, you exchanged socials and promised to meet up again. “It’s nice to go out with friends that isn’t Shotaro and Sohee” he says which earns him a chuckle from you.

You guys text, text text and text. It is an awful lot of texting compared to actually meeting up.. cmon Wonbin, didn’t you say you needed a new friend? So without doubt you ask him to meet up at a cafe, in which he immediately replied with a “yes”

You sit at cafe ‘Clover’ patiently waiting for Wonbin to show up, you have already ordered an ice americano for him to drink and a beverage to yourself. Minutes pass and he still hasn’t showed up yet, maybe he is late, or maybe something came up. The least he could do is text you.. Then you see 3 guys entering the cafe, your heart starts to beat in your chest seeing Wonbin in his leather jacket and black pants. You smile and wave at him, exited that he’s finally hear to hangout but he avoids eye contact with you. Looking away and starts talking to Shotaro. Ouch..

Ever since that day, he stops texting you. Every time you pass by each other he doesn’t even look your way. Ever since you asked for his name your heart has been a beating mess.

You should have listened to Karina, she was right. Finding out who the cute guy in the hallway led only to one thing. Your heartbreak.

💂‍♂️ Lee Sohee -

On your first day at university Sohee was kinda like your personal guide, making sure you didn’t feel lost or out of place in such a big place. He showed you around campus, pointing out all the best spots and making sure you knew where everything was. He invites you to parties, and introduces you to everyone he knows, making sure you were included in all the fun. You notice how well liked he is, he effortlessly charms everyone around him, but there’s something about the way he treats you that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. Giving kinda fuckboy behaviour ngl, but there's a warmth to him that makes you feel completely at ease.

At parties Sohee and you were always the first ones to team up for games and honestly you two were unstoppable. You’d crush it every time whether it was beerpong, flipcup, or whatever else they threw at you. Omg on the dance floor? Forget it. You are totally killing it everyone watching you two with envy.

One of your favorite things that you two do together is karaoke! you will head to the nearest noraebang and he will for sure show off his killer voice, Justin Bieber who? you only know Lee Sohee. It was hard not to feel serenaded every time he hit those high notes. You also enjoy the late-night walks you’d take, no rush, no destination. It was always the perfect way to end the night.

In one of those late-night walks he seemed a little more serious than usual. Out of nowhere Sohee mentioned a girl he is seeing "I didn't really wanna say anything because I wasn't sure where I was going with her, but now Im pretty sure I like her a lot!" You try not to let it bother you, but deep down, you cant help it. You were never worried before. I mean You know he always been a bit of a player and never sticking around with anyone for too long. Holy shit hearing him talk about her like this.. like he actually wanted something real. A part of you is happy for him, but another part of you feel extremely jealous.

As he talked about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop. Aren’t you good enough for him? you guys are closer than anyone else. Doesn't that count? Like you both click perfectly, share interests, inside jokes, hours of late-night talks. It felt like you were already a couple in so many ways, so why wasn’t it you he was serious about?

You tried to keep it together, but deep down, you cant shake the feeling. You were happy for him, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder if you two would’ve been a better match. Maybe even a perfect one. But now, knowing he was getting into a relationship with her, it hit harder than you expected. Oh how the jealousy is eating you up!

Maybe the best you’d ever be was the person he turned to when he needed a friend. That hurt more than anything, because you realized you’d never be the one who had his heart like he had yours..

‘Heartthrob trio’? more like ‘Heartbreak trio’

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[luvyeni]

( reaction ) not wearing any underwear ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ riize's reaction to you not wearing panties on a date ヾ

OT7!라이즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ public stuff , no actual penetration , under the table stuff wc ・ ‎0.9k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. riize finding out your not wearing any panties on a date 🙈

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

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

the smile on his face is nothing compared to the thoughts running through his mind , looking down at his phone , a text from you telling him to check his pocket , stuffing his hand in pocket only to realize your lacy panties in his coat pocket. “really baby?” you nodded , he bit his lip. “so cute baby , when did you take them off?” he asked. “before we left the house.” he was hard as a rock now. “should we leave now?” he asked , it wasn't really a question , more like a request. stepping out of the both , he walked behind you , so if you made the wrong move you wouldn't flash the restaurant. “just because im smiling doesn't mean I'm happy baby girl.” he whispered in your ear.

“i'm gonna ruin your pretty pussy when we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

notices it as you step out the car , you skirt so fucking tiny he can see your ass. “fucking hell.” he gets out the car behind you , pulling your skirt down , kissing your temple an old couple passing by you , smiling at how cute you two were. “fucking slut why aren't you wearing underwear.” he whispered in your ear. “you're trying to piss me off right now and im trying to do something nice for you.” he said , you smirked , making him scoff. “keep laughing now.” he said.

“i wanna see you laugh when im stuffing my cock inside of you later and you're begging to let you cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

sungchan is a little slow with it; he doesn't even notice that before your date, when you gave him a supposed innocent hug, that you stuffed your panties inside his back pocket. it's just a matter of waiting , and waiting , until he reaches into back pocket to grab his wallet at the end of the date , he feels the fabric in his hand , he pulls it out only to stuff it back in looking at you with wide eyes. “baby?” he leans in. “are you not wearing…” he looks under the table , where your legs are spread open , your bare cunt on display for him. “oh fuck.” he's quickly paying that bill , not even caring about to go boxes or dessert , he's got something sweeter eat right between your legs.

“fuck get in the back seat , i’m not not waiting to wait to take your sweet cunt.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

thinks you're joking when you lean over the table , whispering to him you don't have any panties on; certainly you wouldn't actually dare to not wear panties out in public — his thoughts proven wrong when he looks under the table and your legs are spread open for him to see , your cute pussy already dripping for him , so you know what he does … pays for the bill , grabbing your hand. “come on.” you two don't even make it to the car , before he's pulling you into an alleyway. “bin , let's wait until we get home , this is too open.” he's not listening , thinking with his cock only.

“no baby , you weren't thinking about the public when you were showing me your pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan﹚ .ᐟ

he was just being a good boyfriend; you dropped your fork , he was just going under the table to fetch it for you; only to see your legs spread open — the only thing you hear is his head hitting the table , you let out a giggle , his head resurfacing , smiling as he calmly places the fork on the table. “princess , you being naughty hm? not wearing any panties?” as much as he wants to jump across the table and ravish you , he's so calm; luckily the dinner is finished and he can pay the bills and you two can leave. “what about dessert hannie?”

“we can get it to go baby , i need to feel you around me now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

both of you are on the same freak scale; you knew he'd try and tease you in public , so you wanted to get back at him , you could feel his hand creeping up your skirt , but you had a surprise waiting for him , so you didn't stop him , feeling his hand on your mound , his eyebrows furrowing. “are you?” he ran his finger up your slit. “you're not wearing any panties.” he gasped. “you wouldn't know if your hand wasn't up my skirt you little perv.” he pinched your clit with made you bite down on your fist to conceal a moan. “i bet you you're hard right now.” and you would be correct his cock was begging to be freed. “fuck let's go.” you decided to tease him a little more. “but i want dessert.” you pout.

“fine get your desert , i'm just gonna go under the table and eat mines , i bet she's real sweet for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton﹚ .ᐟ

didn't understand why you would text him; you were right across from him , he answers it anyway , immediately wishing he didn't. “you-you're joking right?” he said looking up at you, his face red. “you're just gonna have to look.” you shrugged , sitting his phone down , lifting up the table cloth , looking under. “son of a bitch.” he whispered to himself. “why don't you have panties on?” his cock hard in his slacks. “baby fuck , i'm so hard right now, we got to leave right now.” you've your boyfriend so eager to leave somewhere so fast. “what about dessert?”

“i will literally order you something as soon as im done fucking you i don't care , we need to leave.”

©LUVYENI translations to other sites prohibited, reblogs are appreciated but not forced !

[atzhrts]

Anton and sohee eating you out omg, either you r sohees gf and sohee let’s Anton eat u out while he watches or vise versa except reader is taros gf and sohee does it

anon i whole heartedly believe sohee and anton could eat pussy for days - the type of guys to get pleasure by making you feel good.

content: reader has a pussy/boobs and is referred to as a girl (sorry :/), gets called a whore twice

every time you’re staying over at sohees, at the dorms the night will end with him between your legs. it will happen so naturally while you guys are watching netflix and he’d even tell you to continue watching as he moves between your legs. you’re trying very hard to focus on your show but its almost impossible with the way he’s alternating between sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue over it and making out with your pussy. its over for you once he starts grinding into the mattress lazily, moaning against your wetness as you gently tug on his hair. sohee would get so immersed in eating you out that he does not even notice anton coming into his room but he honestly does not care either.

fast forward you have two men between your legs making your head spin. anton sucking on your clit, his fingers tracing your entrance as sohee sucks hickeys into your thighs demanding your attention. one of our hands busy with brushing antons sweaty hair out of his face, searching for his eyes as he looks up from between your legs, your other hand gently stroking sohees cheek.

“what a pretty pussy” you hear your boyfriends friend whisper before diving back down, starting to gently fuck you with his tongue.

“your doing so good my angel” sohee mumbles against your inner thigh “but you’re only cumming for me right? you might be slut for him but you’re my slut after all “ he gently bites the sensitive skin before pushing antons head away from your center.

the night would end with your boyfriend making you cum on his tongue as his best friend jerks off to sight.

ok im SUCH a whore for shotaro so let me not go into too much detail or else-

somehow sohee and shotaro get to the topic of eating pussy (do not ask me how) and sohee would be talking about how much he loves it and how good he is, how many women he made cum with just his mouth only, etc. now i´m not saying shotaro is not good at eating you out but he would not be turned off by the thought of sohee eating out his girlfriend, especially since he’s aware of how his friend is ogling you every time you come over.

that’s how you end up on sohees face, your thighs wrapped around his head and his hands placed firmly on your ass. shotaro hugging you from behind one of his hands playing with your boobs as the other snakes down to play with your tits. his head tucked over our shoulder, attentively watching sohees tongue twirling over your clit.

“he’s making you feel so good right?” taro whispers in you ear before biting down on the skin, he’d giggle as he sees how sohee is using his hands on your ass to gently grind your pussy over his face.

“look at him” he brushes sohees hair out of his face “he’s loving this so much. finally gets to eat out my girl huh”

[muntitled]

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.

[liquidsmooth]

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

[slytherinshua]

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

[gyuvision]

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

[sadnightforus]

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. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! 

 

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.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

[5ungchan]

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.

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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."

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: 5UNGCHAN— 2024 AND BEYOND

[nqctar]

going crazy bc i can't stop thinking of cg!shotaro taking care of a sick baby :((( they both want cuddles but !!! sick !!!

AWW

cg!shotaro would be so sad if he couldn't cuddle with his baby because they're sick :( he would do everything to make you feel comfortable, but all you wanted was him to hold you! he'd pout and say "not now baby. if i get sick too, who's gonna make sure you get better?"

he'd bring you all of your stuffies and colouring books to try and keep your mind busy but all you wanted was cuddles! and shotaro did too, he would NEVER refuse to hold his baby.

shotaro would sit with you, like if you were laying down on the sofa, and read you a story from one of your books while you drift off to sleep. & while you were sleeping he'd whisper sweet things!! "i hope you feel better soon, little one." he'd probably get a bit teary eyed too. he hates seeing his baby sick.

if you were feeling well enough to play he'd have a tea party with you and your stuffies!! but this time it's you sassing him about the tea getting too cold, or the "service" being too slow. shotaro thinks it's hilarious by the way.

he'd baby you soooooo much while you're sick and promise to give you EXTRA cuddles when you're better. shotaro would also buy you more stuffies !! he'd come home holding like six of them with the biggest smile ever on his face. "look what i brought you!" & you'd feel so loved and cared for !!

...and when you started feeling better he'd literally never let you out of his arms. like you're stuck there forever. but you don't complain because you missed being held by him so much :(

yet another concept i'm 100% gonna write a full imagine for sometime soon :D

[sminiac]

Shotaro’s so cute man, he has me in a headlock.

Like imagine him having a crush on you? Is so giggly and shy, subtly trying to impress you whenever he has the chance, buys you little gifts like keychains, cute hair clips, phone charms, dainty pieces of jewelry just because “It reminded me of you.” Acts so nonchalant about it at first, but he’s silently losing his shit whenever you post a picture and you’re wearing something he’s given to you, he’s so “Yeahhh, that’s my girl, but not officially, but still my girl.”

He’s always sharing whatever he has with you, remembers your drink orders even if they change every other week, thinks he’s so sly pulling a “I’ve never tried that before actually, is it good?” Just so he can get a sip.

The two of you getting teased by his members😞 doesn’t really show any signs of hating or loving it when he’s in front of you but when he’s getting ready for sleep he’s tossing and turning thinking about what was being said, the way you reacted, how you certainly looked like you didn’t hate it too.

Eventually he’s loud about his feelings for you, wants you to know that you’re the only one he’s thinking about at the end of the day, loves seeing how shy you get whenever he’s being open about liking you.

Ugh he’s so cutie patootie his laugh has me melting, he’s so “Kiss on My List” By Hall & Oates, tell me you agree rn.

[luvyeni]

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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

[lovetaroandtaemin]

All I Wanted

Chapter 6: Dance the Night Away

Osaki Shotaro x Reader

Word Count: 1,299 Genre: Angst, University AU Rating: Some adult themes. MINORS DNI!

Summary: Y/N and Karina go to their friend Jaemin's party to forget about Y/N's argument with Shotaro. When she sees him at the party with his ex, however, she gets jealous and a fight ensues.

Content Warnings: Alcohol use, Argument between Shotaro and Reader, Reader is a bit of an asshole, angst but there will be a happy ending in a few chapters I promise. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! A/N: I promise y'all that I'm gonna try to update this story more frequently. Please just stay tuned and be patient! If you would like to be tagged in the next update, you can either leave a comment on any chapter or the masterlist, send me an ask, or send me a dm! The previous 5 chapters can be found in the "All I Wanted" masterlist, which is linked here. Also, shout out to my lovely girlfriend (who asked not to be tagged) as well as my very good friend @leejenowrld for beta reading this chapter! Y'all are both absolutely incredible.

Fic is under the cut.

“(Y/N), you know I love you, but you have got to stop moping around. Let’s go to Jaemin‘s party tonight and have some fun. I’ll even do your makeup for you.”

You knew that Karina was right, though you really didn’t want to acknowledge it. Since the conversation with Shotaro, you’d done nothing but study and miss him. Your best friend was determined to help you feel better, though, which is why she’d talked you into going to a party hosted by your friend Jaemin. He was known as one of the best hosts on campus, and people rarely left his parties in a bad mood. You figured that no matter how the party went, you couldn’t leave more upset than you were when you got there.

Karina helped you put makeup on, find a dress in your closet, and style your hair. In return, you helped her with her hair and makeup and loaned her a dress. When you were both ready to go, you left for Jaemin’s apartment. While you were in charge of getting yourself and your friend to the party safely, Karina was in charge of the music. She played some of your favorite songs, and the two of you sang along at a volume that definitely would have annoyed anyone passing by. Singing along with your favorite music while driving with your best friend almost made you forget about missing Shotaro.

When you got to Jaemin’s party, the atmosphere filled you with a sense of excitement and hope that you hadn’t felt since the school year started. Everywhere you looked, there were people dancing, drinking, and laughing like nothing else in the world mattered. Your stress seemed to melt away, and you found yourself excited for a night of fun with your friends.

As soon as you and Karina arrived, you heard a voice calling your names. You looked around to find the source of the voice and smiled when you saw none other than Jaemin. He’d been one of your closest friends since high school, but busy schedules in college meant that you didn’t see him as much as you wanted to. That meant the two of you had a lot of catching up to do, and that’s exactly what you did.

When Shotaro saw you and Karina walk into Jaemin’s house, he briefly considered trying to get your attention so he could apologize for how he’d spoken to you. He froze, however, when he saw the way Jaemin hugged you. Shotaro knew that you and Jaemin already knew each other, but he didn’t realize just how close the two of you were. He could clearly see how close you were now, though, so he decided against talking to you. Instead, he went to find the strongest drink he could. It was Wonbin’s turn to be the designated driver, so Shotaro didn’t need to care about alcohol content tonight.

When you and Jaemin were done talking, you decided to try to find someone to dance with. While you looked around to see who else was at the party, you noticed Shotaro. For a moment, you thought about talking to him to see if he was ok, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw him with a girl’s arm around his waist. The way she looked at him made it obvious that she was flirting, and you felt the slightest bit of jealousy stir inside you. You didn’t want to think about that, though, so you continued looking for someone to dance with.

In the end, you ended up dancing with Jung Sungchan. You’d seen him before in your developmental psychology class, so you sort of knew him. You didn’t know him very well, though, since you were usually pretty quiet in the class you shared. With that being said, you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t caught your attention before. He looked incredible tonight, and dancing with him was the perfect distraction.

As you danced with Sungchan, you felt better than you had in a long time. You didn’t think about your classes, the problems with your parents, or even Shotaro. All you thought about was how sexy Sungchan looked when his body moved in time with yours. Karina was right, a night of fun was exactly what you needed.

After he found a drink, Shotaro noticed that you and Jaemin weren’t talking anymore, so he thought about trying to find you to talk to you. Before he could, however, his ex Chaewon came up to him to talk. Every time he tried to end the conversation with her and find you, she found some excuse to keep the conversation going and continue flirting with him. He wondered why she even bothered, considering that she was the one that ended their relationship.

At some point, Shotaro saw you looking at him and Chaewon from across the room. It made him want to leave the conversation right then, but Chaewon and her friends were blocking his path. He tried to tell them to move, but they didn’t listen. In the end, he ended up pushing past them anyway. He desperately wanted to tell you that he wasn’t interested in her, that she was his ex that didn’t seem to understand that their relationship was over. Before he got the chance, however, he saw you dancing with a different guy.

When the song ended, you left Sungchan to get yourself a drink. You were the designated driver for the night though, so the strongest thing you could have was the lemonade that Jaemin had made. Once you had your drink, you decided to try to find Sungchan again. Before you could, though, Shotaro approached you.

“Hey, ‘Taro,” you said flatly.

“Hi, (Y/N). I just wanted to say I’m sorry for everything.”

“Why? You needed space. That’s not something to apologize for.”

“No, I’m sorry for snapping at you. You just wanted to make sure I was ok. I wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean it was ok to take that out on you.”

You softened a little bit when you heard the apology, but the jealousy that bubbled inside of you still made you want to spit venom at Shotaro. When you remembered seeing him flirting with another girl, you said, “It’s fine. Just go back to that girl you were talking to. I know you’d rather be with her than me.”

“Oh, come on. You know that Chaewon is my ex, right? Besides, you’re not exactly one to talk, considering I saw you flirting with two different guys tonight.”

“You know that Jaemin and I are just friends.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, you do. I told you that Jaemin and I are friends.”

“Fine. Then what about the guy you were dancing with?”

“I was just trying to have some fun. I have no interest in Sungchan.”

“Well, you could have fooled me.”

“I mean, that’s not exactly hard to do,” you spat.

To say Shotaro was hurt by your words was a gross understatement. You couldn’t even blame what you said on alcohol, since you’d only had lemonade since getting to the party. It was pure jealousy and spite at this point, and you both knew it. So, he said, “Whatever. I never needed your help anyway,” before he walked back to Chaewon.

Was insulting Shotaro’s intelligence a low blow? Yes, it was. Did you still feel better after you said it? Absolutely. You were certain that without you, he’d struggle in class, but at the moment you were too hurt to care. All you cared about was preserving your already bruised ego. To do that, you needed to maintain your grades, maybe even improve them. As you walked away from your conversation with Shotaro, you were determined to do just that.

Thank you for reading! I am so excited to be getting back to this series. It's one of my favorite fic ideas I've ever had, and I hope y'all are enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it! If you did enjoy this chapter, check out the All I Wanted masterlist! If you want to read my other works, check out my main masterlist. If you want to see what I have in the works, check out my upcoming works list! If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, feel free to send a request via my asks or dms! Thank you again for reading and interacting with my fics!

[muntitled]

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.

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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."

[uwoo97s]

I’LL PUT A SPELL ON YOU ..

witchboy(?)shotaro ! (poc) florist reader

yandere themes (obsession) , jealousy , delulu taro , ft sungchan & jisung , ji & sung condoning shotaro’s behavior , a brief mentions of chenle , incorrect use of magic spells.

published date/221122

HE REMEMBERED LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY — the first time he saw you. how elegant you looked, how pretty your voice sounded as you spoke nothing but soft words to him. oh how the male wished he could hear you speak to him with such tone for eternity.

but that was only in his deepest dreams, he’d be to shy too say anything of such to you out loud. hoping you could get a hint of his feelings through his gestures, which worked in a way(it didn’t.) ? well, in his mind at least because now you were paying more attention to him.

smiling at him every time he walked into the small tavern of a flower shop, letting him receive a hug each time he brought you the flower tulips from down by the pond just a few miles. though you always instated on how he should leave the flowers for the animals, they would need them more than you anyways.

though he loved everytime you hugged him, he always made sure to hug back, hesitation never appearing from him. he’d nuzzle his face slightly in your hair, just to get a sniff of the lavender shampoo you used, it always made your hair smell so nice he really loved it. his hug would always lingering longer than yours, whenever you were ready to pull away, he only pulled you closer not wanting to let you spill from his grasp, which you though of as his friendly abundant nature.

but for him that wasn’t the case. he just didn’t want to let you go. afraid someone would steal you from him, even if you weren’t his. but in his head you were. he even had a whole future planned out for the both of you.

dreaming of you and him in a small cottage not to far from the village and castle, giving you a small garden so you could still do what you loved, and maybe even having a child or two running around and giggling filling the air. he just knew the both of you could, would be happy together.

..

“it’s completely bizarre! outrageous even! why in the hell would she choose to go out with him?” one could say shotaro was enraged, or in better terms jealous. he found it utterly stupid how you could choose that pathetic man, chenle over him. (though he wasn’t really pathetic, but shotaro just has a too big ego) the male found he was much more attractive and eye appealing than the local knight, he’d admit to that any-day without hesitation.

in your eyes you saw chenle for the charming man he is, (which isn’t in anyway or form a lie.) but for the witchboy, things were rather difficult some would say both knight and witch didn’t get along, that came too be odd and a shock for most local towns folk, including yourself when you’d first heard the news. which happened to be at this very second as sungchan was going on about shotaro , while jisung just stood beside him, nodding or shaking his head and letting small “mhm’s” and “uh-uh’s”. (that put you on edge a bit.)

“so you see.. that’s why our local witchboy seems so upset and hasn’t come to visit you (y/n)” Sungchan spoke aloud , as a ending to his little rant. part of you was still in shock the other, was starting to feel bad. if you’d known that before hand maybe things would’ve been different previously.

you hadn’t truly realized shotaro wasn’t fond of chenle. but now that you knew you really hoped he wouldn’t be too upset about the situation, hoping as your friend he would understand your feelings towards the charming knight.

..

“so.. i hope you can understand my feelings taro.. i wasn’t aware of your dislike towards chenle, honest!” and it was nothing but honesty as you spoke to him, you’re hands touching at the small flower in your hair. you were nervous, you didn’t know why. having never felt this way around shotaro but maybe it was the longing silence that filled the air after telling him how you felt.

“hm.. it’s okay (y/n)” he gave you a smile, though it wasn’t one showing off his pearly white teeth. it was a calm smile, a smile that also made you return one to him. after that he gave you a wave before walking off, making up a excuse lie , about having to be with jisung and sungchan for a quest.

when truly he was going back to his cottage home, to do much more. if he couldn’t get your love the hard way, then he’d just get it the easy way, and put a spell on you.

ALL CREDITS BELONG TO uwoo97s

[slytherinshua]

ROMEO AND JULIET

genre. ballet au. fluff and a lil drama. warnings. shotaro has a bit of an annoying ex. reader has hair long enough to put in a bun. ballet terminology that you may or may not understand sry </3. pairing. professional ballet dancer!shotaro x professional ballet dancer!reader. wc. 2k. request. no. a/n. i had a lot of fun writing this since i used to dance as well, tho the drama i added was a bit unnecessary. i kinda didn't want to lean into the toxic ballet environment stereotype cause honestly it's just not true?? but anything the get the wc up 😭😭😭

You could feel Shotaro’s hot breath on your neck as he set you back down from the lift, waiting for you to catch your balance for the arabesque before he let go and you did your final sequence of pirouettes to end the first pas de deux. Romeo and Juliet was one of your favourite ballets to perform, but god was it tiring. You could feel your legs and feet screaming for rest, but you prepared for the turn sequence nonetheless, knowing you had no time to rest.

Your body went into autopilot as usual, and you pushed up onto relevé for the fouettés, ignoring all your body’s signs for rest. You felt Shotaro’s hands come back to your waist after the 5th turn, holding you steady for the last 3. You ended as gracefully as you started, with a practiced smile before the music ended and you were able to relax finally.

You heaved in a few breaths, Shotaro doing the same next to you. He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, something that would go unnoticed if you weren’t looking for it. 

You listened to the director’s few corrections and praises before making your way off stage and into your private dressing room. It was the first stage rehearsal before shows started tomorrow. There was a full week of night time showings and 2 afternoon ones as well. At least you would be getting a good pay check for this season. 

You had just finished changing into your regular clothes when you heard the familiar knock on the door and sighed in relief. Shotaro opened the door slowly, smiling at you fondly through the mirror. He had already changed as well, and splashed water on his face and hair to cool off, it seemed. He was always faster than you were. He came up behind you, draping his arms over your chair and around your chest, chin rested on your shoulder.

“Tired?” You asked him, reaching to take out the bobby pins in your hair. He nodded and nestled further into your neck. You scratched his head gently on your way to get another bobby pin, and he sighed.

“So tired. I shouldn’t have signed up for those early morning classes tomorrow. I’ll barely have time to sleep tonight, and then the first show is tomorrow.” He complained. You were about to respond when you heard a knock on the door and straightened. Shotaro quickly jumped back a safe distance from you, crossing his arms in front of him and leaning on the wall. You were both used to the routine of hiding your relationship at all costs.

Your heart sank when you realized it was Haeun, your main understudy for the show. Your life when you joined the ballet company had been fairly easy and drama free, until you somehow got on her bad side. You were always competing for the main roles in shows, and you hated the pressure. You had worked extra hard to earn the role of Juliet in this ballet particularly, since you knew Shotaro would already be cast for Romeo. 

It was a romantic ballet, and there were quite a few kisses on stage for the purpose of the story. Of course you knew it was all acting even if he had to kiss someone else, but you really didn’t want it to be Haeun. She seemed less than pleased that she only got understudy for Juliet, and kept bothering you every day after rehearsals were over. 

She looked shocked as soon as she saw that Shotaro was in your dressing room as well. You hoped she wouldn’t mention it, but, of course, she did.

“Osaki. I didn’t expect to find you in here as well.” She gave a forced smile that you saw through the mirror. 

“I was just talking to Y/n about some details for the pas de deux.” He said smoothly, diverting any suspicion. “She was amazing during rehearsals, don’t you think? So perfect for the role of Juliet.” He smiled adorably, looking at you fondly. Haeun looked less than happy about him praising you.

There was a moment of silence, and you were sure she was about to protest Shotaro’s words, probably making up some criticism about you dancing badly during rehearsals. You knew you hadn’t. Shotaro was right; you had danced near perfectly. Haeun always pulled something out of thin air just to degrade you. You had learned to not listen to anything that came out of her mouth, but you were slightly worried with Shotaro still in the room.

She seemed deterred from saying her usual rude remarks when Shotaro was there to hear them as well. She agreed quietly before leaving the dressing room. You felt some weight lifted off your chest as your boyfriend closed the door again. You rested your forehead against the desk of the vanity, hoping that that was the last time you had to worry about Haeun bothering you before the fight for main roles in Alice in Wonderland.

“What was that about?” Shotaro asked curiously, quirking a brow at you through the mirror.

“She usually comes to bother me after class, rehearsal, shows— really any chance she gets. I guess it’s entertaining for her.” You shook your head, grabbing your hair brush as you pulled the bun net off your hair and let it fall free.

“She’s not very nice.” Shotaro said quietly, taking the brush from your hand and running it gently through your hair for you.

“I know. I don’t mind that much anymore. Don’t worry, okay?” You smiled at him through the mirror, adoring his shiny eyes and button nose as he beamed back at you.

“All done.” He kissed your temple. “Let’s grab food on the way back.”

You packed up quickly and followed Shotaro out of the building, carefully making sure you didn’t hold his hand until you were 2 blocks away from the theatre. At this point, you weren’t even worried about the company finding out about your relationship, but you were sure if Haeun got word of it, she wouldn’t let it go.

You nudged your boyfriend’s shoulder, “Taro.” He hummed, happily accepting one of your earbuds that you were offering. You turned on his favourite playlist and walked hand-in-hand to a good Japanese restaurant. 

//

The show was going absolutely perfect— if you ignored how Haeun glared at you backstage. You weren’t sure why she was making so much effort today of all days. She had her own roles in the ballet to focus on, and you wished for once she would focus on being as professional as possible instead of picking a fight with you.

It was during the first intermission that she finally spoke to you. You had just gotten off stage after your scene with Shotaro; Romeo and Juliet had professed their love for one another. You had a longer break than just the 20 minute intermission, as you wouldn’t be needed on stage until after the first scene of Act 2. Haeun seemed eager to take a hold of this break. She quickly found you in your dressing room after you had slipped into your stage outfit for Act 2.

“I knew you were always brazen, but you’ve certainly outdone yourself this time, haven’t you?” She snapped.

“Haeun, what are you mad about this time? Now is not the time to bring up some petty complaint-” You got cut off by her before you could finish.

“Petty? Don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical coming from your mouth? There’s nothing pettier than dating just to get back at me. You thought it would affect me, didn’t you? Well, it didn’t. You can stop the act now.” She sneered, and you were half certain she was critically insane at this point.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never done something like that.” You probably shouldn’t have engaged in the conversation in the first place. It was smarter to ignore her and not give her the attention she wanted, but you were genuinely bewildered as to what she was talking about this time.

“You thought I wouldn’t know that you started dating Shotaro? Why else would you purposefully date my ex boyfriend?! You’re determined to steal everything from me, aren’t you?” She raised your voice louder than you would have liked, the ringing getting to your ears before she left the room.

You weren’t even sure you had heard her right. Shotaro? Ex boyfriend? It was probably the most absurd thing to ever come out of her mouth, but what scared you was that she sounded genuine this time. All previous attempts to get under your skin were so obviously ridiculous, that you weren’t willing to spend even an ounce of your mental energy on it. But the honesty in her voice threw you off guard. Was she being truthful about dating Shotaro?

There was only 5 minutes to stage and you still hadn’t done your hair. You decided you would circle back to the topic after the show. For now, you had to focus on getting ready before you had to be on stage.

The rest of the show went smoothly, and even Haeun didn’t seem to bother you on or off stage. All of it was rubbing you the wrong way— her previous words, her sudden disinterest in bothering you, and how genuine she had sounded. It didn’t excuse all the times she had picked a fight with you for no reason, but maybe in her mind you had actually wronged her.

The company had always been competitive for lead roles, and you were confident that you were only cast because you fit well with the production. You did better in classic ballet roles, and were often only part of the company group during more modern ballet showings. You had seen Haeun get cast as the lead for many shows, so her obsession with you getting lead roles always seemed to confuse you.

Romeo and Juliet, Swan Lake, Giselle, even Cinderella. All of these ballets you had performed alongside Shotaro, even long before you had started dating him. Maybe that was why she was upset over it; because you were the one performing alongside him instead of her.

Shotaro came to your dressing room after the show as usual, his usual bright and bubbly energy so contagious that you couldn’t help but smile at him. You had only one thing to ask of him before you let the topic rest.

“Hey, Taro?” You wiped off some of your makeup as you spoke.

“Hm?”

“Did you date Haeun?”

He laughed a little at your question and you threw him a questioning glance through the mirror, “Yeah, for like 2 weeks. She really liked me, but I didn’t really like her back much. I think she still likes me even though I ended it so long ago. We haven’t spoken at all outside of work for 3 years now. Why do you ask?”

“She just brought it up with me earlier. I was just wondering since you had never mentioned it before— but given that it was so short, I see why. I think that’s why she’s been bothering me as well.” You explained, much more reassured than you had been before.

Shotaro scrunched his nose, “She knew about us dating? I’m surprised she didn’t say anything to the director… I would’ve expected her to make a bigger deal out of it.”

“Me too. I’m guessing she couldn’t say anything because it would harm you and not just me. Either way, I’m not too worried about hiding our relationship anymore.” You grinned at your boyfriend and how his face lit up at your remark.

“Really?”

You nodded, “Now that she knows and still didn’t say anything, there’s no risk. No kissing me during rehearsals, though.” You clarified.

Shotaro frowned, “I wouldn’t be that unprofessional. I’ll only kiss you when there’s no one else around.” He smiled, leaning in to press a quick peck to your lips just to prove his point.

Your lips formed a loving smile, thankful that you were able to stay next to Shotaro, both onstage and off.

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