#riize eunseok x reader smut

[sminiac]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— Just Maybe !

⋆ Chef!Song Eunseok + Server!Reader

Contains — NSFW/Smut, breeding (kink???), minor description of blood, injury, physical pain, fear of knives, EUNSEOK BEING HORRENDOUSLY DOWN BAD.

Ex — I’ll fix any inconsistencies and typos later on, writing long fics already takes so much out of me and I’m simply just a girl ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა if something doesn’t make sense pretend it does or I’ll cry from embarrassment :D

Customer service was never the entire reason as to why you chose to stick with your position, sure the tips came in steady and the environment was alright- well, when you weren’t having to deal with grown adults that have the temper of a spoiled toddler, but you’ve always had a thing for the head chef of the establishment, a clean-cut man who smoothed out any jagged corners for you without the need for a reimbursement of any sort, he was just simply, nice, a little awkward when it came to conversations but the confidence in the way he moved when in the kitchen cancelled it out, not to mention how incredibly handsome he is.

Eunseok’s the kind of person that you know cares about his looks, good hygiene and a well built body, at times you could vaguely see the hours of self discipline put into himself, but he was never loud about it, never entertained the line of women waiting patiently for his beckoning call.

He didn’t flirt with your female co-workers, in fact he’d hardly give them the time of day, except for when he’d be approached with the meek request that he help fix a problem with a customers food, to make light of the situation no matter how dire it was made to be.. on purpose, or not, you’d never know with the servers you worked alongside.

He was keen on keeping you and the remainder of the staff in check as the prices on your menus fetched high for the quality he dished out, so the lot of you remained vigilant about your work besides the few failed attempts of getting on his sweet side. Song Eunseok was never mean, he never let the authority placed onto him reach his head, but when you messed up he’d make sure you were aware of it. The silent treatment and the frostbitten glares you’d argue is even worse than the Gordan Ramsey-esque version of your overly passionate boss that the heat from the stoves would catch fire in his throat, melting away the cordial tone Eunseok was the one to set into motion initially, you’d never seen him so far gone like that, and you hoped you’d never.

He called you up early this morning, in the first few seconds into 8:35 am on a Saturday, aka your designated rot in bed day, his voice was flowing and kind when asking of you to come in, pick up a shift for a member who called in sick at the last minute, promising that it would be worth it with the added money you didn’t receive in normality with your biweekly cheques, the one thing he didn’t mention explicitly was that the bonus came with the bind of babysitting.

The girl who called out was a trainer, and your boss had just recently given the okay for a new hire.

You couldn’t say no, you just couldn’t bring yourself to thinking about the way he probably looked right now on the other side of the phone, you could see it vividly even in your half awakened mind- the white chef shirt with his sleeves folded neatly to rest just below his elbows that put on an unavoidable display of his toned forearms that you could distinctly see the groups of muscle flex and groove under his skin when he worked his magic with a knife or when picking up a wide surfaced skillet over an open flame.

You’ve heard of the hushed gossip about his hands, how dexterous he is with both, that he’d surely make for a great partner in bed. The teasing comments about his impassive appearance you didn’t entertain so much of, but maybe it was just the innocent crush on him that refrained you from doing so.

Walking through the doors of the building was always exhilarating, especially with the added addition to your appearance for tonight of small delicate bows decorating your hair, the difference very much minor, but having Eunseok comment on it the first time he sees you made the effort more rewarding.

“You plan on earning yourself even more tonight?” He asks whilst carrying an arm full of freshly cleaned pans like they weighed nothing back to his station, the faint smell of his familiar fragrance thick in your nose. Your brows furrow, tongue running against the front of your teeth, “Depends on what I’d be earning, Chef.”

You sound a little uncertain in your tone, not so fast to allow yourself to peg his question as a way of flirting.

Cute, he thinks. Eunseok can’t help but let the edge of his lips faintly crook up, he doesn’t let your eyes catch at his expression before he resumes placing everything back to its rightful spot. “Tips.” He says gently, in a way that doesn’t make you feel stupid for not catching on so quickly. “You know how horny these old heads can be, money always suddenly burning a hole through their pockets once a pretty girls taking care of ‘em.”

He glances at you, alarmed at the way your foot falls in front of your other like you’re going to approach him, a look on your face that he knows means you’re going to ask a make or break question, and he’s not ready to decide if he loves his job as much as he’s convinced himself to ever since you joined the crew in an attempt to keep his irrevocable attraction to you at bay.

“You know what,” he breathes, almost floating with how fast he moves towards you in retaliation, he knows what he’s doing, he’s noticed how quiet you get whenever he’s close enough for you to smell the cologne that seeps out from under the thick layer of white fabric, “our food prep won’t be here for another hour or two, do me a favour and get a head start while you wait? Tonight’s a busy one.”

He retrieves a waist apron from behind you, the thin tie dragging ticklish against your skin as he backs away, his hands already behind his back. “Uh- yeah, okay. I’m… on it.” You spin slowly on your heal, already familiarized with your way around prepping so you take off to the cooler without question, still a little dazed from the close and sudden proximity, but it only burns when you hear him utter “What was that?” With a sternness that doesn’t reach his face, in fact it’s the polar opposite, it almost leaves you paralyzed by the soft smile as you turn.

“On- on.. I’m on it, Chef.” He nods, appreciative of you upholding his title though it isn’t necessarily required, he just liked seeing how flustered you got when your mouth ran at a speed your brain couldn’t.

Maybe it was the only time he’d let himself acknowledge the power he holds over you, too.

The process of organizing and maintaining a convenient layout for the ingredients wasn’t all that complex or bothersome, you breezed through it, a little grateful that you weren’t out on the floor scrubbing tables and handling the heavy chairs. But what breaks your productive flow is the knives. You’ve never really gotten over the fear of handling something so big and sharp, never mind the daunting precision aspect that you’re almost positive you aren’t capable of keeping consistent with the patterns and overly complicated techniques.

Your teeth pull at the skin on the inside of your lip, eyeing the blade that you know was just recently taken in to be sharpened with the rest, even worse, but the variety of vegetables before you wouldn’t magically fall apart into pristine chunks by themselves.

You haul in a short breath that kicks your hands into action, making sure to grasp the handle firmly, the moisture of your palm making it a little hard to wield with a nicely distributed weight that would make it glide, but it’s in your hand at the least.

“Y/n,”

“Yes?” Your attention redirects towards Eunseok as he peers behind the wall separating you from the front of the kitchen, the blade slipping from your hold upon the sight of his shirt opened all the way down revealing to you the almost skin tight sleeveless-t that’s under. The knife clatters to the floor with a sound that makes your teeth grind, from the unpleasantness of it and the embarrassment of losing what little composure you’d managed to wrangle so easily.

You follow after the blade, your knees bent as you scramble to retrieve it, Eunseok steps over to you, following you down to the floor.

“Ahh, of course my mouth runs away from me.” He tsks, and for a second you consider that you’ve just broken the damn thing, but the sharp sting of the air making its way to the open cut in your palm tells you before your eyes can. Blood eases from it, trickling, and then it starts running. Eunseok’s fingers are cautious as they encircle your wrist yet his grip is firm as he inspects the depth of the wound, “I’m really sorry Y/n, I really made you slice your hand good. Here,” he says, guiding you slowly to your feet. “I’ll clean and wrap it up for you.”

“Please” you nod, your heart so wild in your chest that you can hear it in your ears. His hands press against your waist, effortlessly bringing you up to the empty space on the counter where he seats you, clearing away the surrounding area before he’s reaching into one of the overhead shelves and grabbing the one of many first aid kits.

Not that you aren’t capable of tending to dress the cut yourself, but it was nice knowing he cared enough to take the time to help you out as he could’ve easily dropped a fleeting apology for his precipitation and dipped out as fast as he appeared, but he didn’t. He chose to attend to you with careful, skilled fingers, and a few words of praise for toughing out the thrumming sting.

“You’re good with the pain, I’m glad.” He says departing from between your legs with a pat to your knee, leaving you to feel at the thick gauze catching at any blood that still lingers, reassuring you that it fortunately isn’t deep enough for stitches as the blade slipped clean through your skin without any pressure.

“Why’s that?” You ask absentmindedly.

He returns back to you with a slowness to his stride, his scent wrapping you back up, it takes away from the pain in your hand.

“Because I would’ve felt really, really bad if you started crying.” If you weren’t raptured by the sight of his eyes being so close to your face then you’d be focussed on the way his hand lifts, only the tips of his fingers skimming against the skin next to your eye as he brushes your hair out of the way. “You shouldn’t tell anyone I helped you.”

“Why?” You lean in, back curving in a desperate seek of his nearness. “I don’t help everyone else like this,” he reasons, his tone matching yours- airy, a little dazed by the shared infatuation. “Someone might become jealous of my obvious favouritism.” He takes in the sight of you so close at leisure while he has you, trying to imbed the features of your face into his mind that he isn’t able to see from afar quite the way he can now.

“Obvious? It’s obvious?” You ask.

“Painfully.” His long fingers slink under your chin, thumb pressing into the soft of your lip. “You didn’t think all those times i treated you with leniency was because I’m a nice person, did you?” He moves in, his front pressing directly against the table, if you moved any closer his clothed cock would be nestled between your legs, right where you need him, crave him.

You bite the bullet, hips shifting you into him, your tongue licking faintly against his skin with a thoughtless nod of your head as he pushes further into your mouth until your lips are enclosing around the digit.

“Sweet girl,” he sighs feeling the warmth you engulf him in, “too stupid for your own good, hm?”

You nod again, focussing on the way he lets out an airy laugh, his hand that’s free of your mouth finally makes contact with you, he rests it at your thigh, squeezing gently before he’s pointedly skipping anywhere near your inner thigh, “You don’t know how bad i want your pussy on my tongue,” he moves even closer, to the point his heads slanted slightly to the side, the tip of his nose bumping into yours. “dream of it, actually.”

He enjoys watching the way you squirm, trying to grind against the front of his slacks just from the effect of his words. His thumb slips out from your mouth, a shuttered breath pulled at the way your tongue laves at him, collecting the saliva back into your mouth, your efforts fall fruitless as he’s dipping in, his lips soft, damp against yours.

A smell pervades your nose, a familiar one, but you’d never gotten close enough to distinguish it from his cologne. This one is sweet, subtle, it’s not headache inducing or overpowering, it’s one that you can’t put under the differing tones of feminine or masculine, it’s simply just.. him.

Eunseok’s tongue introduces itself flawlessly, a cold first lick into your mouth makes your hands instinctively move to his arms, gripping at his biceps that are solid against your hold.

His head dips with his jaw as he kisses you, pulling you with the way his lips attack and draw out unhurried. He allows himself to savour you, the way you feel the way you taste, even the feeling of your breath falling dense, heavy, deliberately exhaling due to the lack of control you have over your own body when he’s got you like this.

His hand travels to your lower back, pulling you further into him until you physically can’t get any closer, his body burns with the unfaltering want to have you, the need for you. Eunseok pulls away suddenly, thumbing at your cheek as he looks over you like a docile animal in need of attention, “I’d really like if i could make up for hurting you right now, if you’d let me.” He makes you feel so pretty in a way without words, how that’s humanly possible? You’re not sure, but you know you’d want to bask in it for the rest of your life.

“Please, want you s’bad Eunseok, more than you know.”

His lips return to yours, you’d argue that it’s where they belong as he shoulders off the loose shirt, he gathers it expertly without struggling to keep up with your pace, placing it off to your side so your fingers can finally get a feel of his skin, where the other girls could only dream of touching, even seeing.

His tongue ceases from sliding back into your mouth because he knows it wouldn’t stay put once he’s got you open and on display for him, he doesn’t unbutton your shirt all the way free in case someone were to stumble upon the two of you, but he’s desperate to see your chest, and you pick up on his wants quite quickly. Without a word you slip off the shirt to get to your bra, discarding it and slipping the shirt back over your arms, it acts like a curtain, for only his eyes to see, to devour. “Fuck,” he groans finally getting a handful of you, he swears he’s never touched something softer, someone, you make his senses heighten tenfold, and you did it without any intention, you just simply had him, every inch of him.

He paws at your chest, an almost innocent semblance to his face as he feels you, “need to fuck you, god- need to fuck you so bad.” He says, mirroring your words, they loop in his head and fall from his tongue at the pure excitement he feels being able to have you like this. His hands abandon your body to pull his shirt over his head, his belt loose, he reaches for the singular button on his black slacks but you stop him, gently nudging him out of the way so you can pull it free, and he hates how you strike him dumb without the means to as he feels the slight vibration of his zipper being pulled down.

He’s so hard, to an embarrassing point where even the slight bump against the steel table makes him huff. You’re focused on his length once you’ve got him free of his clothes, the heft of it in your hand, the sounds you elicit from such small touches, the sight of his tip still actively dribbling pre cum.

“Take this off baby.” His two fingers tug at the waist of your skirt, in the same he brings your attention back, and even though he asks you to do something his lips press open mouthed kisses to your neck, shoulder, your collarbone, so frazzled from the rush that his actions contradict his words. “You’re gonna have to let me go for a second then pretty.” You giggle, the sound makes his cock twitch, another sigh that prompts a grunt to tumble out at the feeling. He lets you go, but not before giving you a helping hand with your own zipper.

His hands are frantic as you begin to push down the fabric, lifting your hips so he can fully rid of it for you.

Your words cease to exist as the back of his hand presses against your lower stomach once you’re settled, his thumb catching at the seam of your panties, pulling it to the side and hooking it in place with his middle finger so you’re fully in view. His teeth catch his lip, slowly letting it slip back into the air as his index and thumb now move to separate your folds. He’d love to lie, say he hasn’t thought about what you have on under your clothes- if anything, he swears a moan was going to slip just from the feeling of your arousal soaked heavy into the thin material, but seeing it in whole before him now has a sound that borders both a sigh and moan.

“You’re so perfect, I’m almost scared to touch you.” He admits, his eyes peering up at you through his fallen hair, “Nothing to be scared of, want you to- please Eunseok, need you to touch me.”

Your hips bump forward, an eager whine slipping from your lips that he chases, he lets his hand fall back only to spread you back open again for the pleasure of hearing the wet squelch, his wrist turns, the tip of his middle finger slipping down until he reaches your opening. He doesn’t say a thing as he pushes, his fingers conforming to your insides, it curls slightly, and he swallows back saliva from slipping out of his mouth at the way you take him. This is only his finger, a singular one, and he’s already losing it.

He hears you suck in a breath at the feeling, you feel the tender spot he brushes against, gentle in setting himself a rhythm, but you need more.

“Another Eunseok.” You hum, your hand coming down to pinch at his ring finger, he complies, pressing a set of delicate kisses to your shoulder before he allows his head to rest there, watching the way he pumps into you while you’ve got your head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut from the surreal feeling of him, the situation.

“Wanna put myself inside of you,” he says simply, a steadiness to his tone. “just want to make you feel like you’ve never been before.”

“Then do it- wan’ you- want you to ruin me, like you said.”

His head lifts, and in the matter of seconds he’s guiding you until you’re only balanced with your hands behind your back that keep you propped, one leg is bent where his arm is wrapped around, his fingers still keeping your cunt revealed for him, your other leg is limp, already distant from the feeling of his fingers, but you retreat even further when he’s rubbing the head of his cock through you, bumping against your clit as he drags. “So pretty,” he mutters, reaching for your hand that’s clenched around the makeshift bandaid, his lips press around the area, the ticklish feeling of his lips mitigating the soreness. “my favourite girl.”

He proceeds sinking himself in, briefly pausing to collect himself once his head is fully disappeared out of sight, his hand rubs at your thigh as soft cries are muted with your breaths, “You’re okay princess,” he soothes, his praise constant until he’s seated so deep that his body’s flush with yours again. “already feel you makin’ a mess.” He grits out, feeling the weak rounding movement of your hips trying to get a deeper taste of his cock that sits wedged within you so right.

“So big ‘nseok, makin’ it hard to think.” You babble.

His shoulders shake with mirth at your running mouth, making your face warm all the way down to the ball of your shoulders, “Don’t laugh.” You grumble smacking his arm, you can feel the agitation rise to your eyes, struggling to swallow back the tears that are already slipping before you can even mentally register it. You can’t place where the sudden emotions stem from, maybe it was the barreling pleasure he spoiled you with, how kind he remained even in his boldness when handling you, how knowledgeable he is when touching you.

Eunseok remains still in your hold, both of his hands swiping away the tears, not even a flash of judgment in his face.

“Mmh I’m sorry baby, jus’ think you’re cute,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, hand moving to stroke at the back of your neck. “that’s all. Nothing to cry about, right?” He adjusts your head until your eyes are on his, a sign of agreement comes and he’s drawing his apology out in the way his hips pull back, then in again.

He doesn’t treat you like this is all he’s wanted from you, maybe it’s on his list of things, but fucking you wasn’t his end goal. He touches you like hot glass, so pliable that he only uses a small amount of force that you’re willing to accept, that has you clawing, whining for him to be faster, kiss you, touch you more, anywhere he possible can.

As his hips glide into yours he can’t help but stare at your face, god you’re so pretty, he feels at your cheeks to be certain of your presence, that you aren’t just an image he’s manifested in your absence. He knows you’re real in the cry of his name, how you slur, too overcome by the deep buzz that has your muscles tightening, it burns, not like the cut in your hand he keeps reaching out to kiss at, it’s a good kind of hurt, the only hurt he’d ever want you to feel from now on if you’d only let him be the one to service you.

“‘nseok! ‘nseok— fuck.” You repeat in his ear, holding yourself close by keeping your arms locked around his neck. The sounds you make blur with his collection of memories that you’ve supplied over the time spent by him, he can hear you from the past, your inflections, your laughter, tears from being treated poorly by customers, it’s all gathered together in his hands now. It’s been so long, so, so long, and now he’s finally gotten the closest he could ever be to you, he’s so blissed out by the feeling of your cunt, the sweat collecting on the surface of your skin being pressed into him, that he’s decided that his title, his renowned culinary knowledge would never amount to the fullness he feels being able to make you weep like this.

He would put his skill to use with you, to keep you satisfied- more than, to make you home cooked meals, and if there were to be any little ones along the way then he’d learn to be playful with his craft.

The thought makes him quiver, lips parted and wet, he reaches to press a kiss to your cheekbone before resting you back, promising to take care of you, just like he had earlier. “You’re awful,” he pants, his finger reattaching to your clit that’s still slick and warm. “makin’ me so needy like this, god- wanna put a baby in you so you’ll never have to worry about working a shitty job again.”

His words fuel your orgasm to really make myself itself present, and it’s closer than you’d thought.

“You aren’t, so nice to me- Chef.”

You know what he meant, but there couldn’t possibly be room to worry about another person but him when he’s fucking you like this, all the faces you possibly know all blurring into him. Him him him.

A smile breaks through his face, his fingers work quick, but they’re precise, and knowing, just one sound from you and he knows where to keep them as he continues driving his cock into you. “Work so hard f’me, do such a good job pretty girl, how could i not be? Fuck-”

He’s close, and the way your cunt starts to irregularly pull tight around him hints that you are too, your moans die down, no longer struggling to choke them back and your body starts tensing, the sight of you, sound- god even the smell is all too much, much too good that he’s tipping over you, slotting his lips between yours before he pulls to rest his forehead against yours, lips brushing as he asks “Where d’you want me princess?” fully expecting you to ask of him to pull out, but you don’t, you continue to hold him as close as you can without shifting your way out of his touch that’s making you crumble, getting out a quiet “inside, please!” Before he’s releasing, you right behind him.

The feeling of a different kind of warmth fills you out, your hearing a little fuzzy, but he’s still with you, you can feel his warm skin, the shape to him, so you know you’re okay.

You rest onto each other, the air lacking in amounts but you’ve never been more content, even with the sticky feeling of his cum sinking into your panties as his hand lets go.

“You hungry?” He asks suddenly, disturbing the serene silence you’d melted into. “I can make you some fries, I know you like those.”

“You mean you like fries, I’ve never gotten to finish my own serving before you get to them.” You nuzzle your head into his chest, and he adjusts by wrapping you up in his arms with a soft chuckle.

“You’ll get a bowl to yourself this time, promise. I’ve gotta finish prepping, remember? You can just keep being pretty and keep my company now, don’t need to do a thing.”

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𐙚 : THINGS YOU DO THAT RILE THEM UP (request) ֶָ֢ !

request: riize and small things reader does and gets them riled up by accident?

authors note. i hope you like it 🩶!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !

when you're clingy and needy for him , he loves that shit, not even in a sexual way , just when you just want his attention in anyway — he's harder than ever.

"taro." he smiled hearing your whiny voice. "taro give me attention." he chuckled, he loved when you act like this, calling his name whining, pawing at his arm, he could feel himself getting hard— and you didn't even do anything really. "come here baby." he pulled you into his arms. "this is what you wanted." you nodded , as he rocked you back and forth. "yes." he kissed his cheek. "so cute baby." he moved down to your neck. "always so needy baby." you felt his hand going down your sides, down to your waist. "ju-just wanna cuddle." his hands going into your shorts. "we can cuddle baby, just let me touch you a little." you moaned out as he cupped your cunt. "so wet baby." he chuckled.

"i love when you're needy for me baby, makes me so hard."

𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !

your attitude, give him any bit of attitude and he's horny and ready to fuck — he loves a brat; he loves to fuck it right out of you.

you made one mistake— one and he'd start lecturing you , going on and on about nonsense in your opinion. "look at you." he said. "you aren't even listening to me." he said. "i am , i am i promise." you rolled your eyes, it had been an hour and he was still going. what you didn't see is eunseok smirk , watching your eyes roll. "you really love rolling those eyes don't you." he said. "keep giving me attitude, keep doing it." you heard the darkening in his voice , how could he be getting hard at this. "you're a freak." you scoffed , getting up to leave the room, only to be thrown back on the bed by your boyfriend. "eunseok!" you exclaimed. "shut up." he said, you immediately shut up. "tired of having to talk to you about the same shit everyday." he grabbed your cheeks. "and that fucking attitude."

"you're lucky this shit turns me on, gonna fuck this attitude right out of you"

𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

wearing his clothes— sungchan will go weak seeing you in his shirts , his sweatpants anything really but it really makes him hard when you're wearing one of his shirts with nothing but panties on.

getting ready for the night , drying your hair off while sungchan played on his phone waiting for you to get done so you can sleep. "baby." you heard your boyfriend whine out. "come on , i need you to sleep." you laughed , hearing him shuffling around on the bed. sungchan climbed off the bed , walking into the bathroom. "what's taking so lo—" his voice got caught in his throat as his eyes traveled down your form at your clothes, or lack thereof. you were wearing one his shirts , your arms were lifted so he could see you were wearing a pair of black underwear, your ass peaking out from the bottom. "channie?" you questioned he abrupt stopped— he didn't say anything, striding over to you, picking you up sitting you on the counter of the sink. "you're so hot in my clothes." his cock pressing against your lightly clothed cunt, you let out a whimper.

"gonna need another shower after i pump you full of my cum."

𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !

playing with his hair is a sure way to get him hard; it doesn't matter if you're doing in unintentionally or on purpose , it's gonna get him hard.

sitting in between your legs , watching tv when he felt your hand go up to his head— letting out a sigh as he felt you fingernails scratching his scalp as you scrolled through your phone unaware that he was struggling to keep himself together, his cock chubbing up in his sweats , desperate to be touched. "ba-baby." he stuttered , fuck he felt like he was gonna cum untouched. "baby stop." he grabbed your hand, you looked up from your phone, confused. "you okay wonie?" he shook his head. "what's wrong baby?" you said ,concerned laced in your voice. "you know i love when you play in my hair baby." you finally heard the desperation in his voice. "are you hard?" he whined , turning around. "please baby."

"i need you to pull on my hair while im fucking you."

𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !

when you're laying in bed , in a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top, no makeup , doing whatever you do— that makes him the horniest, your natural beauty.

coming home from a long day, sighing as he take his shoes off, the stress of the day weighing on him; slowly melting off as he walked to his room, hearing your laugh at something on tv. he smiled before he seen your face, opening the door to where you were, you immediately turn to him with a big smile on your face. "hannie." he dropped his bag , immediately throwing his body on yours. "hi princess." he inhales your scent. "long day baby?" he nodded, his hand coming up to your face, caressing your cheek. "im okay now that im here with you." he took in your clothes, his cock getting hard. "so gorgeous baby." he kissed you, grinding against you. "you look so pretty like this." you moaned out. "fu-fuck hannie." you mewled. "i got you baby don't worry." he whispered.

"gonna make you feel so fucking good, just lay there and look pretty like you always do."

𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !

your scent— i don't think i've said this a lot , but sohee definitely is a perv and can get hard with just about anything that has something to do with you, but the smell of your shampoo or your body wash really gets him going.

fresh out the shower, hair washed ready to get into with your boyfriend who was waiting arms open to cuddle up with you. "come to papa." you cringed. "never say that again." you climbed into bed. "why are you embarrassed?" you nodded. "very." you opened your letting him fall into your arms. "my big baby." sohee inhaled your scent, the vanilla scent filling his nose, a shiver cascading down his spine, he could feel his cock hardening in his pajama pants. "sohee , are you hard." you chuckled. "baby you smell so good ." he whined. "so fucking good." he moved down to your stomach , kissing it. "need to taste you." he spread your legs open, kissing your thighs. "fu-fuck sohee." you moaned , gripping his hair when his nose brushed against your clit. "fuck baby your pussy smells so good." he licked your clothed cunt, moaning.

"your pretty pussy tastes just as good as she smells."

𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !

when you praise him— i believe in dom anton , but sometimes doms need to be praised too, and it doesn't even have to be sexual, you can tell him could job for opening the pickle jar for you and he's ready to fuck.

not saying anything, taking the jar out your hand , lifting you on the counter. "wh-what are you doing." you stuttered as he feverishly left kisses on your neck. "say it again." he said , working on the buttons on your pants. "what?" you moaned as he began to rut his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your heat. "go-good job." he groaned. "fuck that sounds so good coming from you." his hand coming up to your boobs, giving it a squeeze. "fuck anton, keep going please." you moaned, he pulled his cock from his pants giving it a few tugs, pulling your panties to the side. "please, put it in." you guided his length to your dripping hole. "fu-fuck you're so wet." he sighed, losing himself as your walls tightened around him. "fu-fuck say it again." he moaned. "fuck ton- go-good job, please keep fucking me." he moved faster. "fuck im gonna cum."

"i want you to keep telling me that while im fucking you."

©️LUVYENI

[tokiiwonz]

riize as twitter links (nsfw) !!

a/n: i loved writing this :( also ot7!riize. if the links ain't working, try logging in ur account, that said be mindful, strictly dni to minors

shotaro

shotaro is obsessed with having you on his lap while giving him the ride of his life; the way you rock your body against his, take him as deep as you can as he kneads your ass are the things that could keep him hard for hours. there's nothing more perfect for taro than seeing your face and holding your waist while having him fully sheathed inside you.

sometimes, shotaro is just too caught up with the heat to take your clothes off before fucking you; he doesn't mind any of that, in fact, he's quite into the use of clothes, especially his neckties and belts, as some type of bondage just to assert his dominance.

eunseok

similar to shotaro, eunseok lives for the sight of you on top riding him. he easily gets weak on his knees y'know :((( you're just too pretty for him to even fuck you properly in a missionary, so as much as he could, he just lets you ride him for as long as you want.

eunseok is a romantic and there's not a time where he passed on an opportunity for a soft & gentle fuck sesh. physical touch is his love language after all, and the best way he displays it is by having his cock deep inside you as he makes your toes curl in pleasure <//3

sungchan

sungchan just wanted to stay at riize's dorm with his you, but he's had enough of you flirting so much with his members, so he decided to fuck you next to a thin wall so everyone could hear how much of a slut you are for him

it's not often for sungchan to get sexually frustrated easily considering the amount of head you give him on a daily basis, but every once in a while, he loves fucking you rough and harsh—it’s not everyday he gets to have his dick inside you, so if given a chance, he never misses to take the chance to wife his boyfriend up >.<

sungchan loves casually sending you his dick when he's horny, and he'd rather do that instead of telling you directly that he needs a head.

wonbin

if there's one thing wonbin is obsessed with, it's him having his hands all over your body while thrusting deep inside you. wonbin's schedule doesn't align much with yours, so he makes sure he takes his time making you feel good even in the bathtub whenever he gets the chance to touch you.

carrying you by your legs as he fucks you might be wonbin's favorite position, he just makes you submit easily with that y'know? he loves it when you can't do anything but to moan, kiss him and scratch his back down in pleasure while you helplessly watch him bulge your stomach with his cock

seunghan

after practices, seunghan just loves to blow some steam off by fucking you in his car, and you can't blame him <\3 the way he sees his cock sheath fully inside you just riles him up even more—it’s not that he likes to be rough and aggressive most of the time, he just can't resist himself from going feral after a long day :(((

seunghan loves receiving head from you and considers it a reward >< he loves the warmth of your mouth being wrapped around him, and it just makes him release more & more precum into your mouth. not to mention the way you gag on his cock as you deepthroat him turns him on so much that he just wants to fuck your mouth ‘til he's satisfied

sohee

one thing about sohee, he loves being rewarded for doing the best he can in every way possible, and that includes him riding your cock ‘til he tires himself out

being away from you for weeks pains sohee a lot than you could ever imagine <\3 he's always left with no choice but to play himself with the thought of you while he's away. he would send you lots of his videos bc he just misses u so much, so u better send something back, mkay?

anton

if anton has a kink, it'd be his size kink. he's just so big that he loves seeing you all stretched up taking his fat cock on all fours. it's definitely a sight-worth-seeing for him watching you struggle because of how small you are to take his cock.

anton loves fucking you with his clothes on, which may seem like a simple thing to others, but anton could get quite possessive of you and it's one of his many ways reminding you of who you belong to. though he's not all bad, he just wants you for himself, y'know? it's adorable how he'd even talk you through your orgasm while holding your hand just to make sure you're taken care of very well.

misc.

coming home from promotions after promotions, there's nothing more wonbin and sungchan wanted to do than take turns fucking their boyfriend all night long to relieve stress >< you're just so good & obedient for them that you're willing to stay up all night letting them use you to ease the pent-up sexual frustrations they had all month

seunghan loves your mouth as much as anton loves your ass so there's no better way than to indulge to it through a soft spitroast <3 seunghan is just addicted to having you moan and gag around his dick while tonnie fucks you from behind :(( they love getting you so cockdrunk that all you could is their cocks making you feel good :(((

eunseok & wonbin could get experimental most of the time, but they never expected how compelling double penning you could get. making you cum has always been their priority, and it's so hot seeing you cum with both of their cocks inside you :(

[chrissy-dont-talk]

No one:

Eunseok in photos:

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[muntitled]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐑𝐢𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

★ ot7 x fem!reader

★ The Riize members who would respond the best at being called 'Daddy' (Shotaro, Eunseok, Sungchan, Wonbin)

★ warnings: nsfw, +18, dom/sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Phone sex

─── ⋆⋅ Shotaro

Your voice is stern and remarkably unimpressed when you call your boyfriend's name from the kitchen. Only a couple seconds later, and Shotaro is lazily strolling in... large hands buried in his pockets with that distinct smile stretching the corners of his full lips. His eyes swell with mischief as he leans against the fragile counter.

"Yes, my love?" He sings in a tone of voice that Shotaro weaponizes against you time and time again. When his voice was as airy as it is right now, drenched in literal honey, it proved significantly difficult not to give into his advances.

Right now, however, you're perfectly unaffected by his smile. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest, giving him a death glare as you lean against the counter adjacent to him.

Shotaro's smile is immovable.

"God, you're so sexy when you're frustrated." He pushes himself over the counter, slyly prowling his way to you. "Makes me wanna-"

You push lightly at his chest. Turning instead, to just your head at the pickle jar sitting idly on the counter beside you both. "Open it."

Your voice is stern and monotonous with all traces of jest gone. "I don't have time for your nonsense, Shotaro."

"Ooh!" He exclaims, "My government name? You must really be mad," he snickers before bending down to splay slow wet kisses along your cheek.

"Shotaro." You push at him again, but his hands immediately fly to your hips.

"I'll open it," he whispers, voice heavy, "Just ask nicely," therein lay the proverbial catch. Shotaro could never just be nice for the sake of it. There was always a catch.

"Just..." he places his index finger under your chin, dragging your face up until your eyes were piercing into his. "Just ask me nicely."

Your breathing grows increasingly labored because your boyfriend is unfortunately incredibly attractive and incredibly persuasive. You watch the longing in his eyes grow with immense skepticism.

"I'll just ask Sungchan-"

He cackles loudly, "Do that and you won't get to cum for a month." He's smiling with his head tilted but one thing you learned was that Shotaro rarely ever made idle threats.

"Now c'mon," he says, bending down to you, "Just ask."

You're slipping unceremoniously into your subspace because he's cradling your face now. His shoulders are hunched over you protectively and you close your eyes as you force those words out.

"Please open the jar for me-" You begin, but his grip on your face is unrelenting as he sings, "Aaaahh-"

"Please open the jar for me," Your shoulders slump and exhale in defeat, "Daddy."

"See! How easy that was?" He praises you with a big peck on lips before swerving to pick up the jar of pickles. The big dopey grin he sports makes your embarrassment worthwhile, and Shotaro watches as you munch on your pickles.

"I like it when you ask for my help!"

─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

It happens during dinner, more specifically, a group dinner to which you were so graciously invited along with the other partners of the other members. Excitement flowed like an electrical current in the air and everyone seemed pleasantly tipsy, whether by alcohol or just the overly infectious and good vibe. Naturally, your inhibitions are on an all time low, as you lazily leaned into your boyfriend while a flurry of waiters brought forth the second course.

Eunseok had been comfortable extending his voice over the chatter in the room while still allowing you to keep a steady grip around his bicep. His hand lazily sitting atop your lap, rubbing dizzying circles on your exposed thigh.

You're not sure how long this had been going on, Eunseok's fingers gradually hiking your pleated skirt up higher and higher while he remained chatting with his friends.

You couldn't contain yourself once his hand finally slipped inside, up under your skirt...

Instead of stopping him, instead of pushing him away by the hardened contours of his bicep, you let it happen. Releasing a small, little exhale as you opened your legs ever so slightly.

Despite still in animated conversation with Shotaro, you could hear the smirk peppered in his voice as his fingers eased their way against your cunt.

The mewl that escaped your throat was downright ungodly, but it succeeded in lightly coaxing Eunseok away from his previous conversation.

His eyes are heavy with seamless intoxication as he looks down at you with a breathless, close lipped smile. It's as if him previously ignoring you, had been It's own thing, along with rubbing your soaking cunt under the table.

Eunseok's eyes are glimmering when he bends down to whisper,

"You good?"

You most certainly did not have the current brain capacity to tell him you were absolutely not good because you've taken to opening your legs even wider. You shift uneasily, trying to create as much friction while still appearing inconspicuous, and Eunseok's eyes only grow heavier.

He fucking adores seeing you needy. He loved pushing you past the bounds of your own sensibilities. When your relationship began, it had been a case of 'if'. Whether it was actually possible to have his overly smart, overly independent girlfriend, cock drunk to the point incoherence. Once Eunseok learned that you were a fan of forfeiting the power in the bedroom, his goalposts had shifted to 'how quickly' he could get you to become a messy, needy little slut.

Evidently, this evening, it did not take much at all and he thanked the alcohol.

Panicking, you chose instead to focus on what was in front of you. A plate of glazed skewers that remained untouched, "Um..." you begin awkwardly while viciously apptempting to stave off just how needy you were, "I didn't order that-fuck," Your sentence wavers into a haorse crack as Eunseok's finger swipes over your puffy, clothed clit. In your periphery, his giant frame bends over your like an umbrella, focusing on your each and every movements.

"I didn't ask for..." You're absolutely fargone at this point, stopping and starting sentences while your brain fought the pleasure, "I didn't ask for the glazed squid skewers."

"You were in the bathroom," he immediately adds, and a jumpstart in conversation from the rest of the room would have completely made his next words go unnoticed. However, because you were hanging over everything falling out of his lips, you most definitely heard it. "I ordered for you."

Eunseok's fingers finally push past the barriers of your drenched panties, making direct contact with your weeping cunt.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Fuck- no, Daddy."

You immediate slapped a hand over your mouth, letting yourself whimper into the palm of your hand as your heart raged in its cage.

His face is expressionless.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" There was a dangerous, heavy lilt in his voice that made you assume you wholly and completely fucked up. For all of 2 seconds you mourn your own dignity. That was made even worse when Eunseok pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and up from under your skirt as he patted the material over your legs.

"We're leaving." He said to the rest of the group, "She has a work thing,"

He pulls you up by your forearm, leading you to pass his members and their unsatisfactory rumblings.

Before you even mame it outside, he pulls you towards him, letting his warm breathe ghost over your ear as he hissed, "I need you to call me that shit again," he breathes out. "This time, with my dick inside you."

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

His brows are glimmering with evidence of pregnant beads of sweat, but still, his mouth is unrelenting. Sungchan eats you out with absolute zeal every single time without fail. Some nights, your sex would consist purely of Sungchan pulling your legs over the side of his bed, while his tall frame descended on your weeping cunt as if it were his second dinner. He was brash and incredibly passionate, as he locked his giant arms around your arms when he caught sight of you trying to escape.

For the most part, however, Sungchan's eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as he French kisses your pussy like he his life depended on it.

"Fuck, Channie-"

A sharp pinch on your thigh releases a very curt, very loud yelp from your throat, and you glare down at him. Sungchan's eyes are deadly as he pulls his head back ever so slightly. His lower face is glistening with your juices, but he refuses to wipe anything away.

"Am I not eating you out good enough?" He asks, head tilting as if he were genuinely perplexed. "Why would you call me Sungchan," he sneers at the very thought.

"Ew." He adds, before lowering his face back down to your center.

"The sooner you take what I'm giving you, the sooner we'll both get to cum," he did not clarify further as he reattached his eager lips to your cunt. Sungchan was not lying about the fact that he too was quickly approaching orgasm. He's pushing his cock into the side of bed, where he kneeled. Ab muscles tightening as he splays sloppy kisses on your cunt. His tongue, delving past your folds, as far into your hole as it could go.

"J-Just like that, Daddy," Your fingers curl into Sungchan's hair and he perks up like an overstimulated puppy. His eyes crinkle at the sides as he moans straight into your pussy.

Sungchan's hips thrust against the bed, almost at the exact same pace his tongue was fucking up into you. All you saw were stars, and your vision blurred as you pulled his face even closer against your pussy.

Although he enjoyed everything you gave him, Sungchan would admit in a heartbeat that this was his favorite part. This is why he loved eating you out. He loved the depravity of it. He loved watching you loose every shred of sinisibility, belonging to him and him alone.

"That's it, baby," he'd whisper, "Doing so fucking good for Daddy..."

─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

Your heart is swollen in its cage when you realize he's most definitely tired. Instead of resting his undoubtedly tired muscles, letting sleep take him away into the night garden, he is up, talking to you.

"-That was probably my favourite part. Although I do think I could've probably done better in the second verse..."

Tedium is thick in Wonbin's voice. Almost as thick as the gruff tenor that flows from his mouth, through the receiver held to your ear.

"Didn't I say you're not allowed to do that," You scold lightly.

He sighs heavily through the phone, and you can almost imagine his dark eyes rolling, "I shouldn't focus on anything out of my control, I know that."

You nod. "What's done is done, and I think you killed it thank you very much,"

You may never really know of the cataclysmic effect your praise has on your boyfriend. Even when you were a billion kilometers apart, being connected by a single phone call, Wonbin still feels his body heat up as if you were right there, in bed beside him. He can practically feel the bed dip in the phantom presence of your curves shifting up against him. If he closed his eyes and listened to your praise bleed from the receiver, he could imagine you were right underneath him, taking everything he had to give.

"Binnie?" You suddenly ask, and Wonbin snaps his eyes open, gazing up at the ceiling. Although he is alarmed to find that his hand had drifted underneath the waistband of his Nike sweatpants, Wonbin's voice is stable. Giving nothing away as he breathes out,

"I'm here. I'm just..." His words do not trail off indefinitely because Wonbin does not gave the capacity to sound unsure about anything. In fact, he sounds very much in control.

"I need you to tell me where you are right now..." that causes you to sit up straighter against the headboard, a rush of excitement spanning through the undercurrent of blood in your veins.

"I'm at home," you whisper back, not quite sure why you were whispering but feeling the need to nonetheless.

"Hmmm," the sound reached your ears with the satisfaction of a very big purring cat, "Can you touch yourself for me?"

You obey without a second thought. Wonbin had never been easy to overstep. His overall aura practically coaxed you into obeying his every word and so it is of no surprise to you, that your hands are already firmly down your shorts, legs parted as you grinded against your palm.

Your labored breathing is enough to push Wonbin even further down his spiral of lust and he groans as he says, "Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby," how you adored hearing his pet names, especially when your mind was utterly buzzing with desire. "Imagine I'm there with you right now-"

"Oh, fuck," easing your fingers inside of yourself had been far too was given just how slippery your pussy was. Wondbin begins to stroke his cock faster as the lewd sounds of you fucking yourself with your own fingers, travel through the receiver.

You're a moaning and whimpering mess while Wonbin's only noise of enjoyment is his heavy, labored breathing. His mouth is open and his eyes closed shut.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," He says, kneedeep into his own fantasy, "Taking me so fucking well." He strokes himself faster. "Are you close, baby?"

"F-fuck yes, Daddy." The first real and raw sound of lust slips passed Wonbin's mouth.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers with his mind still reeling. "Say it again... Tell daddy just how close you are to making a mess on your fingers..." He urged, now on the doorstep of his orgasm, "Fucking say it again, baby... Please?"

[lonigiri]

helloo first can I pls be 🩷 anon and idk if you do more fluff stuff but can I get like make out with riize?? Love your stuff ❤️

yes ofc you can be doll!

notes: im so soft for this prompt

warnings: mostly fluffy, kinda suggestive, VERY suggestive at wonbins part, gn!reader x ot7 riize

shotaroఌ

୮ hes so soft for you

୮ he cups your face in his hands so you cant pull away from him

"sho.." you whined against his lips, holding your face in place. his lips moving against yours. "sorry baby, cant get enough of you, you're so cute i cant stop kissing you :(" he says pulling away letting you breathe air that hasnt been passed between the two of you for the first time in 20 minutes.

eunseokఌ

୮ lovesss holding your neck

୮ you are 100% always on his lap, like if you arent at first he will pull you to it

୮ TONGUE TONGUE TONGUE TONGUE

he almost instantly brushes his tongue against your lips as soon as you get in his lap. you tease him by pulling away and as soon as you do he grabs your neck putting slight pressure and he pushes his lips against yours again. forcing his tongue into your mouth and you suck on it. moaning slightly as your tongue pushes against his, fighting for dominance. you obviously let him win as you sink into him deeper, letting him take over fully.

sungchanఌ

୮ all i can think of rn is his abs im gonna be 100%

୮ i can just imagine him sticking his thumb in your mouth before kissing you ohvmy gfo

୮ hes so rough i cant rn 😣

sungchan pushed you up against the kitchen counter, lifting you up and putting you on it. he was pretending to be all sweet, smiling at you all pretty. his left hand on your face carressing it. all before he pushes his thumb into your mouth staring at you as your eyes became wide before sucking it hard. tongue swirling around it as he pushed the pad down on your tongue. before you know it he pulls his thumb out and replaces it with his tongue and lips. kissing you deeply automatically taking dominance. you obviously dont fight, already slipping into subspace from his previous acts.

wonbinఌ

୮ holding your waist>>>

୮ he needs to be as close to you as physically possible, if he could crawl inside your skin he would

wonbins arms wrap around your waist almost instantly. you've been out of town for a little while and bin had made it painfully obvious how much hes missed you. texting you whenever he was needy, sending you photos of his dick hard through his grey sweats. now he finally had you to himself so he was gonna savour every second with you. he pulled you so close and planted his lips onto yours. deepening the kiss almost instantly. your hands finding his face as you palmed his cheeks. "'missed you so so badly baby :(" wonbin pouted against your lips. you pecked his pout and you smiled back at him. "i know, but you have me all to yourself now, no need to be sad."

seunghanఌ

୮ hes so romantic

୮ kicking my feet bcs of this man

୮ he just kisses you whenever, he doesnt care if anyone sees, he just wants to love you

you were with the guys watching a movie when seunghan plopped himself next to you and kissed your cheek. that was basically his way of asking for attention. his arms wrapping around your waist as he grabbed your chin turning your face away from the television. his eyes looking at you so lovingly you couldnt say no to him. your lips found his kissing him deep and romantically. lips moving in sync with eachother. you felt a pillow hit you in the back and shotaros voice sounding "god you two! cant you get a room!"

soheeఌ

୮ hes so egar

୮ kissing you so hard instantly

୮ you have to tell him to slow down t_t

sohee couldnt help himself. whenever he was around you he got the equivalent to a dog getting zoomies. he loved you so much he had so much energy when you were around him. he couldnt help when you kissed him soft, to reciprocate with him kissing you roughly almost instantly. "hee, you know you can slow down a little bit, im not going anywhere." "i know, im sorry, i just cant help myself :("

antonఌ

୮ god ton is such a lover boy

୮ he loves just being near you and if you're kissing thats a plus

୮ hes always leaving pecks on your cheeks

୮ ton 100% gets cuteness aggression from you, and i mean who can blame him when his s/o is so cute

anton left pecks all over your face, cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, eyelids. wherever he could get his lips he kissed. he left your pouty lips for last because he knew he wouldnt want to stop if he kissed your lips first. his lips finally making their way to yours kissing you deep. his tongue tangling with yours as he held your face cupped in his hands. "i love you so much you know that." he said pulling away. "yeah yeah i do, just keep kissing me."

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[prodbyton]

riize hand placement 🎀 (nsfw)

cw. nsfw!! +18 mdni

this was heavily requested LOL, so here you guys go! i added in positions as well just to give a better perspective. i hope you all enjoy <3 here is the sfw version!!

shotaro:

i believe that shotaro is a backshot warrior. he’s always fucking you from behind, and when he has you in this position he’s keeping his hands either on your ass so he can slap it or on your shoulder, close to your neck so he’s not quite choking you but he’s keeping you in place. he likes having that control over you. i feel like he also likes spooning, and here he can wrap his hand around your throat lightly while his other holds your waist with a tight grip.

sungchan:

wether he’s fucking you from behind or has you in missionary, he always has his hands intertwined with yours. he presses his body against you to have you close while he’s pinning your hands above your head, then letting you squeeze his hands when it feels too good and when you’re cumming. he loves the intimacy :3

eunseok:

if he’s fucking you from behind, he likes to keep his hand pressed on the middle of your back to make you arch more for him, might even hold your arms behind your back while he fucks you. if he has you facing him, he loves to keep his hands pressed on the back of your thighs, keeping you spread open for him and so you can feel him deeper.

wonbin:

loves when you ride him while he’s sitting up, he has his hands on your tits the entire time. if they’re not on your tits they’re on your hips but its only because he has your tits in his mouth. also will grip on your hips so tight as he guides you on his cock.

seunghan:

*cracks knuckles* another backshot warrior, he’s fucking you from behind and he has his arm wrapped around your neck (like a headlock hehe) while the other is pressed on your stomach, gripping at the flesh and he keeps his lips by your ear. if you’re facing him, he has one of your legs on his shoulder and he’s holding your leg in place tight, while his other hand is holding your jaw. he likes making you look at him.

sohee:

kinda like wonbin, obsessed with your tits so he’s always touching them, i think he gets overstimulated easily so he can never keep his hands in one place, so if they’re not on your tits he’s holding your hands. or both. if you’re riding him he keeps his hands on your chest and if you get tired he’ll keep his hands on your ass to help you move

anton:

likes manhandling you, bending you into any position that he wants you in, so he keeps a firm grip on your hips most on the time to keep you still. kinda like sungchan in liking the intimacy, will love to hold your hands above your head with one hand while the other is on gripping your hips.

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"u up?" riize reactions

w: suggestive

a/n: I have no idea if this is in age order lol

[chlorinecake]

Are we getting anymore Riize smut anytime soon 😓🙏🏽

✶ Time It | 18+ RIIZE IMAGINES 💭

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ how long would each riize member last … ?!

contains: SMUT, implied overstim or multiple rounds, hand jobs and oral (m. receiving), precise timings, fem!reader

Shotaro ⏱︎ Given his stamina as a dancer, I’d say he normally lasts pretty long on his own, but with you, it’d be harder for him to hold back, asking you to slow down whenever he’s close just to drag it out with edging. He’d be a blushing mess, too, screwing his eyes shut as he lets out those little groans you love, struggling to keep his thighs still before finishing just under thirteen minutes …

Eunseok ⏱︎ He’s prone to hide his sounds whenever he’s inside of you, wanting to focus more on your pretty whimpers as he fucks into you, or the sound of your juices squelching together. Though, you can tell just by looking at his darkened eyes and listening to the way he pants while talking dirty to you that he’s in a total haze, giving you a little over ten minutes for round one …

Sungchan ⏱︎ I first wanna mention how fun this guy would be in the bedroom, showing you in his facial expressions how much he’s enjoying it, and maybe even laughing a little before groaning all loud and shamelessly. Still, I can imagine he’s built up an endurance with you over time, oozing from his tip before giving you his full load at around fifteen minutes …

Wonbin ⏱︎ So needy… I can see him rutting his hips into your hand as you fist him, or stroking your hair out of the way so he could see your pretty face taking him, only to roll his eyes back while breathing all heavy. He’d try his best to hold back and make things last longer, but once he gets fully lost in your touch, he’d be moaning your name in an easy eight minutes …

Seunghan ⏱︎ Alright so with him, I feel like he'd really wanna impress you, knowing from personal research that it takes more time for a woman to get there. He'd spit on your cunt for additional slick first, and experiment with his thrusting speeds to maximize both your pleasure. I’d say he’d give you a sweet ten to fifteen minutes if he’s taking his time ...

Sohee ⏱︎ My cute baby... I honestly get the vibe that he's a relatable mix of extremely horny yet inexperienced, hiding his face out of shyness, but also because if he keeps looking at the way your fingers are wrapped around him, he might finish in a heartbeat </3 ... Stick with a moderate pace, and he’d get off in six minutes or so… but expect him to want more pretty soon ...

Anton ⏱︎ Don’t be fooled by his innocent and bashful demeanor, ‘cause this guy will actually surprise you. You’d try to be nice by starting off slow, but he’d be a moaning mess underneath you in seconds, clinging to your hips while practically begging you to go faster. You two would have to work up to more than one round because he’s sensitive, but he’d last a good seven minutes …

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✶ still working on a masterlist so bare with me 🙏

✶ edit: 📍 the NEW RIIZE masterlist is here !! feel free to check it out if you’re interested in more works by me ^^

[aeryshiny]

˚₊‧꒰ა riize reactions when you asks them "ass or boobs" ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[kissohee]

riize during 7 minutes in heaven ot7 riize x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : N/A ☆ mdni! warnings; hickies, oral (f. receiving), sex

shotaro ☆ hed spend majority of the time being completely red in his face or too nervous to actually do anything. youd have to initiate anything if you wanna actually do something with him and when you do he'd just giggle. definitely more cute than steamy. eunseok ☆ it'll be silent until he says something along the lines of, "can i eat you out?" and of course you'd say yes because who are you to not! he'd have you cumming before time runs out and then you'd make plans with him after so you could return the favor. sungchan ☆ heated makeout session that would 100% turn into a quickie. he has the body strength so he'd easily just hold you up so he could fuck into you. when the time is up, you guys leave the closet sweaty and it wouldnt take a detective to know what happened in there. wonbin ☆ he'd be the most desperate out of all of them. not at first and most certainly not on purpose. it just so happened that when you guys started kissing he got really hard. the second your tongue enters his mouth he starts whining and rubbing himself against you as best as he can. would also turn into a quick fuck because you both couldn't help it. seunghan ☆ he'd softly grab your face and he'd probably prefer to spend the 7 minutes kissing you gently. after it becomes more comfortable for you'd both he'd probably start leaving hickies everywhere he can. theyd be trailing down your neck and onto your chest. he'd find it so hot that you would probably have to sneak away after to actually have sex. sohee ☆ at first he'd be a little shy, at least for the first 3 minutes. eventually hed grow the confidence to kiss you. next thing you know his tongue is down your throat. hed get painfully hard so if theres any time left, you'd spend it jerking him off. if there's no time, trust me, you'll make the time. anton ☆ when you get into the closet with him, he immedeatly turns to stone. like doesn't move, and he tries not to breath in attempt to make you forget he's there. but you don't. you'd kiss him first, and thats all you guys would do. just kiss, unless he feels like playing with your boobs, then he might do that too.

shoutout to the melody and friends server, i could not have done some of these without u 😭❤️‍🩹 - 🐠

[luvyeni]

𐙚 : AFTER THE SEX BAN IS OVER ( text ) ֶָ֢ !

request: i need to see what their texts are after the sex ban 👹🙌🏻

authors note. if you want to read it click here , i hope you like it ❤️🫶🏾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

[gyuvision]

how riize tells you they want to fuck you 🫨

bold, straightforward: taro, eunseok, seunghan

they would tell you then and there that they want you. you could even be getting ready for dinner with friends and theyll say “tell them you cant make it. i need you with me more than they do.”

in between: sungchan, sohee

in my opinion i feel like it depends on their mood or just how bad it is. if they arent that needy they could hold off for a bit, but if their self restraint really is running low theyll just whisper, “help me out?” and direct your attention to their bulge

more physical than vocal: wonbin, anton

they wouldnt say much, but would be extra touchy (and sensitive) then just hope you’d catch on. you could be standing up, just eating in the kitchen, and they’d come up to wrap an arm around your waist and press into you from behind. when you finally realize what they want and tease them, theyd mumble, “dont make me say it.. you already know what it is..”

[jangtaerang]

thinking about mean!eunseok dating the sweetest girl on campus and everyone thinks she'll be able to change him, but it turns out he just likes being mean, and it's now multiplied ten-fold because of how pretty his sweet girl cries whenever he does it.

"you're mean, seokie," you cry, legs pressed against your chest as eunseok shoves his cock in you, fast and dirty.

there are tears falling from your eyes in fat little droplets, and eunseok finds himself grinning at the fact that despite you calling him mean, your sweet moans are telling him that he's fucking you so good.

"i can't help it," he grunts, pushing deeper into your cunt, and you can feel every vein and ridge in his cock, your pussy wrapped so tight around him it's mind-blowingly delicious for the both of you. "my sweet girl is so pretty when she cries." he coos, passing it off as a compliment.

"nngh–seokie," you whimper, trying to push him away when he manages to hit the spot that always makes you go crazy but also feels too much. eunseok doesn't let up, reveling in your cries and whimpers as your balled up fists thump weakly against his chest without any real strength behind it.

"'m gonna cum, please," you gasp, and your glassy, tear-filled eyes meet eunseok's and he groans, throwing his head back as he feels the addicting pleasure start to build up.

"fuck, come on, pretty girl," he says, and his hand reaches down and barely touches your pulsing clit before you clench around him so hard, shaking as you feel your release come, but it's kept plugged in your cunt by eunseok's snug cock.

"shit," he moans, and his thrusts stop, instead getting replaced by attempts of pushing his cock in deeper and deeper the best he could as his load shoots in your pussy. he keeps on trying to push into you, insistent that he's lodged in as far as he could go, and the overstimulation has your toes curling as you grip onto the sleeves of his shirt with pathetic sobs.

"fucking take it," he grits his teeth as he shoves himself in you more, and you shout when he manages to make you come a second time, orgasm having you shaking in his arms. "such a sweet girl, always ready to take my load. that's why i love you, you know?"

you nod dumbly, and eunseok leans in to leave a kiss on your tear-stained cheeks.

he nuzzles into your cheeks in an attempt to comfort you. "i like making you cry because you look the best when you do. forgive seokie, hm?"

you nod again without saying anything, and he laughs at your unresponsiveness. nonetheless, he knows that you understand his words.

"there's only one girl that can take me like she was meant for it, and that's you, baby."

[chrissy-dont-talk]

Missing my man For real🤧…

F*ck you SM!!!😭😭

[nicholasluvbot]

WHY IS IT PURRING ?!?! ( JUNG SUNGCHAN )

you accidentally end up retweeting one of riize's post on your group's official account, leading to a whirlwind of trouble. amidst all this chaos you get a text from jung sungchan - the man you've been crushing on this whole time.

genre. social media one shot, idol au, crack, fluff (?), they're just all very silly, y/n is the 5th member of kiof. warnings. suggestive (as you can tell by the title), mentions of fucking (as a joke), mean humor. author's note. just something little i wrote last night, while i was working on 'in your dreams, jung sungchan!'. i hope yall enjoy and reblogs + feedback are highly appreciated! (also, i realy hope everyone gets what "why is it purring?" means. cause if yall dont, this is gonna flop real bad). ps : the screenshots are a bit messy i'm sorryyy. this was better in my head idek why im posting this