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eunseoksimp · 5 days

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Golden Boy ; Osaki Shotaro

Pairings: Bestie!Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Description: Shotaro is everyone’s favourite person. Extremely lovable and kind to those around him, but there’s only so much he can take, especially when you keep pushing his limits.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut, minors dni.

a/n: shotaro’s been heavy on the brain recently, so this is extremely self indulgent.

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‘can someone remind me why we decided to put sohee in charge of the booking?’ chaewon’s irritated tone rang through the room, and anton who was nearby snickered.

‘don’t go laughing like that isn’t your best friend.’

it was finally summer break, bleak winters and stressing in libraries far behind you. so naturally it was right for you and your friend group to plan a getaway for the week.

only, things weren’t going quite to plan. at the start of the month, everyone was assigned with different tasks and unfortunately, sohee was left to book the place you were meant to stay.

but in typical boy fashion, he had chosen something far away from the activities you wanted to do, and the rooms weren’t looking the best either.

‘i told you to leave it up to shotaro, we were doomed from the start,’ you quipped in, the aforementioned boy not too far behind you as he broke into a wide smile.

osaki shotaro was the glue of the friendship. the dependable friend who always planned ahead, and got along well with everyone. you could never catch him without a smile on his face, and everyone else’s comfort was always a priority.

‘i booked us another place, just in case something like this happened. lucky us,’ he basked in everyone’s praises, paying particular attention to the way you patted him on the top of his head.

‘you’re a star taro.’

‘shotaro to the rescue.’

‘what’s wrong with the place i got us,’ sohee grumbled, phone in his hand pitifully as he pretended not to notice that it was in fact better.

‘stop whining and get in the car.’

wonbin and shotaro were the designated drivers, given that sungchan complained about a wrist problem, which he may or may not have been lying about just to get out of being the one behind the wheel.

so it left those two, and the friendship group decided the cars they were getting into based on an alarmingly competitive game of rock paper scissors.

‘yes, i got shotaro,’ you pumped your first in the air after being the second one to win, no longer caring as you hopped into the front seat, barely catching sight of seunghan dramatically dropping to his knees after losing to sungchan.

the journey felt longer than necessary, mainly because wonbin kept getting lost on the way. but your group of you, chaewon, shotaro and sungchan were more than okay because shotaro was the one behind the wheel.

his speed never faltered, skilfully maneuvering the car so that speed bumps were barely felt, and his playlist left you decently entertained, a couple songs that each individual could enjoy in there.

‘remind me to never get into a car with wonbin again,’ anton dramatically hopped out of the car, headphones now around his neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh come on, it wasn’t that bad,’ wonbin was the last to get out, keys in hand.

he had only gotten his license last month, but you had witnessed him almost reverse into the metal pole in front of your house, and instantly knew you were in no rush to be riding with him any time soon.

‘my poor baby, did the big bad diva scare you?’ you cooed, and anton played into it, jokingly sniffling as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘at least i have a license. not all of us can rely on shotaro to drive you places,’ he fires back, narrowing his eyes at the both of you.

‘don’t be jealous because i’m treated like the princess you so badly want to be.’

but he was right. your parents had nagged for months, wondering why you weren’t even trying to study for a drivers test. but why would you need to when shotaro would be there at a drop of a pen.

‘i’ll take you wherever you want to go,’ he told you last year when he first got his license, and he stuck to his word, picking you up and dropping you off whenever you needed. if he wasn’t available he would ask eunseok, who would complain about gas prices and leaving his warm home, but still come and get you anyway.

you were spoiled.

‘i’ve got your bags, let’s go in,’ shotaro passes by, your luggage juggled between two hands as he already makes his way through the now opened door, courtesy of sungchan.

the villa was beautiful, a dream vacation home, equipped with marble tiles and panoramic views. the kitchen was as wide as your living room, the appliances new and countertop squeaky clean.

‘maybe shotaro was on to something,’ sohee accepted defeat, that once again shotaro was the best man for the job and you all agreed.

excited to be away from the loud bustle of the city, you were the first one to slide the doors open and step into the patio, a huge pool greeting you.

this was going to be fun.

you felt another presence beside you, the familiar tufts of blonde hair coming in to view.

‘i put your stuff in your room, you’re sharing with chaewon,’ you grinned, drawing nearer to press a kiss on his cheek.

‘thanks taro, you’re the best,’ the blush on his cheeks only made you smile wider. he was too cute.

‘just doing my job.’

and that was what he continued to do. he was there when you spoke about craving pancakes the night before, waking up early to drive to the grocery store just to get you what was needed.

when you got out of the shower, lazily walking though the house and flopping onto the couch, he held your head in his lap as he dried your hair.

opening car doors, doing your seatbelt, holding your hand as you walked through the rocky beach. but not just you.

‘shotaro you should drive to the grocery store.’

‘shotaro can you call the guide and tell him we’re going to be late.’

‘shotaro i’m hungry can you make me some food?’

shotaro, shotaro, shotaro.

his smiley disposition made it harder for his friends to notice just how far they were pushing him. he didn’t mind helping others, but it was beginning to take a toll on him.

his energy slowly depletes, and on the last night of the trip he plops onto the couch, sighing as he tilts his head back.

how long could he keep his act up?

it wasn’t like he was a sociopath or anything, he did truly like his friends and loved that they relied on him, only showing off just how dependable he was.

but it all added up to the image that everyone had of him. the cute golden retriever, who needed to be babied and coddled, because he was too ‘innocent for this world.’

conversations about sex were often paused, with jokes about him not being able to handle it being thrown left and right.

he was always being hounded about the fact that not many girls seemed to linger around him.

‘you know how shotaro is, he’s probably just shy.’

the first time seunghan saw a girl leave your room one morning it became the topic of conversation for the next week.

‘how did you manage to do that? did you start crying half way through? my bet is you only lasted one minute.’

the friendship group was very oddly sexually charged. of course you never made advances towards each other, but your closeness permitted each other to talk about everything. in great detail.

and when shotaro wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing what happened, they just believed their assumptions were correct, cooing and teasing him.

he didn’t mind as much, after all he was sure that a lot of it were just jokes. it wasn’t like he wanted to stop hiding his desires anytime soon anyways.

‘we’re playing a game, courtesy of our little friend,’ your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, soju bottles in both of your hands as you sank down into the seat next to him.

thus started an alcohol fuelled session of truth or dare. for the most part the asks and dares were fairly tame; text the last person you messaged that you missed them, down 5 shots in under a minute.

quickly it was your turn again, and it was clear that the effects of the sweet liquor was seeping into your behaviour.

‘if you had to fuck one person in this room, who would it be?,’ chaewon slurred her words, eyes barely open as she points right at you.

you tap your chin, as if you’re actually giving great consideration to the question, before going through everyone in the circle.

‘hmm let’s see. eunseok has too much of a god complex, he’d probably moan his own name. respectfully sungchan has a girlfriend so pass. i think anton might call me mommy unironically, probably cry too. wonbin loves himself too much, same as eunseok. i only see sohee and seunghan like my little brothers.’

everyone laughed along, some protests thrown your way from eunseok and wonbin, but only one person sat waiting eagerly, the only persons name you didn’t mention. did that mean he was the one?

‘wait you skipped shotaro,’ anton called out, holding up six fingers.

‘did i?’

‘yeah you spoke about everyone else here but him.’

‘probably just a subconscious thing. my mind knew he wasn’t an option,’ you shrugged.

ouch.

‘why not?’ everyone waited expectantly as they watched you. it was no secret that the both of you were extremely close, so it wouldn’t be strange if you had thought about it before.

‘too boring,’ your answer was short, like it was something so obvious, not even worthy of debate. chaewon snorts, soju shooting out of her nose but she covers her mouth, because she knows exactly what you’re talking about.

‘what do you mean,’ shotaro speaks up finally, and for a split second the air feels tense. everyone thought he would just laugh it off, like he usually would, but he was the only one that looked serious.

‘you’re just too vanilla for me babe, no hard feelings.’

his jaw ticks, eyebrows furrowed as he processes what you said.

‘are you sure? you haven’t been- laid in a long time. i personally think shotaro would be a great fuck,’ sungchan vouches for his best friend, although the weight of his judgement was seriously downplayed by the fact that he couldn’t even keep his head up.

‘osaki shotaro? the most vanilla guy on this planet? i’ll pass,’ you’re doubling down on your statement, and it only emphasises the way you view him.

‘i’m not vanilla, stop saying that’ shotaro retorts, the laughter of everyone else in the room causing

his head to spin.

‘sure you aren’t babe. and i’m not the hottest bitch in this friend group,’ you pat his thigh.

your words linger in his mind. vanilla? he was far from it. if only you knew the dirty thoughts that circled his mind.

he was so sick of everyone coddling him, treating him like a little virgin boy, a novice at the act.

just because he wasn’t as vocal about his experiences as the rest of you guys were, doesn’t mean they didn’t happen at all.

he allows it to eat at his mind for the rest of

the night, and you continued to only make it worse for him.

‘stop touching each other, gross. poor shotaro doesn’t even know what to do.’

strike one.

someone could literally run over his dog and he would probably apologise. biggest pushover in the universe.

strike two.

he’s definitely got golden retriever energy. i just pity the girl who tries to start anything sexual with him, he’ll probably freak the fuck out.

strike three.

his blood was boiling, a dull thump ringing in his ears. his hands were turning white, the way he had continuously clenched and unclenched his fists.

what was so wrong with being a good guy? must everyone display on their foreheads the freaky shit they like to get up to in their free time.

‘tell them- tell the guys what you said to me yesterday,’ chaewon sat on wonbin’s lap, practically screaming in his ear as he winced, slapping a hand over her mouth.

‘about what? that shotaro has a small dick?’

you’re out.

the alcohol had clearly gotten to you, your mouth a lot more sharp as it lacked the ability to filter the things you were saying. it was obviously a joke to you, you couldn’t care less if it was big or not, it wasn’t like you were ever going to fuck him.

‘come find out if it’s really small,’ he glares, the words sharp on his tongue, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

‘who let shotaro loose.’

all the teasing does nothing to quell his anger. is this the image everyone had of him? a small dicked pushover? if only they knew.

the mind of shotaro osaki was dark. riddled with lust and mean thoughts, but he kept them all at bay. ever since he was in high school he figured he would scare people away if they knew how he truly felt, what truly kept him up at night?

one by one everyone reached their limits, retreating to their beds for the night, a stumbling mess.

but you sat there, empty bottle in hand, head pounding as you tried to sober up a little. you hadn’t even realised you had dozed off, not until you woke up and were met with a semi dark room, completely silent.

shotaro’s jumper was draped over you, and a glass of water and some tablets were placed on the table in front of you. appreciative, you guzzle the cool water down, loving the way it soothes your throat.

you would have thought you were alone if it wasn’t for shotaro’s hunched over figure in the corner of the room, almost scaring you shitless.

‘taro, are you okay?’ you call out.

he lifts his head, seeing that you’re awake and rises to his feet, completely ignoring your question.

‘my room. now’

he left no time for you to protest, already walking towards the room he had to himself, as you trailed behind nervously.

this was the first time you’d ever seen him so angry, and you feared that you might have taken it too far this time.

you racked your brain, thinking of the right things to say, anything to bring back your friends usual self.

he waited for you to come inside before closing the door behind you, and you heard a click.

‘shotaro i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to speak.’

you froze in shock, not used to his tone of voice, and you almost craned your neck around to see if he was talking to someone else.

he stalked closer to you, stopping right in front, only inches apart.

‘is this what you would call small,’ in an instant he has your small hand in his, guiding it towards the print in his trousers and you gasp in shock, jumping back.

it was huge, enough to make you swallow your words and bite your lip as your mind runs rampant.

‘you know, everyone expects me to be some type of angel sent from heaven or something. i’m at everyone beck and call, innocent little shotaro who will do anything you ask. he’s too nice to know anything, he’s probably a virgin.’

‘it pisses me off. especially hearing you do it.’

‘it was-‘

‘stop.fucking.talking,’ he’s livid, enunciating each word and he’s soon got you backed up, edging closer and closer to the edge of his bed.

‘you’re a fucking brat, you know that. i do all these things for you and this is how you repay me? brats like you need a good fuck to get their minds straight. don’t you?’

you’re at a loss of words, trying to figure out how the sweet, lovable shotaro that you know is now looking down at you with a twist of malice and lust. but more importantly, why was it sending a shiver down your spine, squeezing your legs together as you gulp.

he notices, and he chuckles, running a hand over his face, ‘i fucking knew it.’

in one swift movement you were on your back, back hitting the mattress hard, but you have no opportunity to adjust as shotaro settles over you.

‘no hard feelings babe, i’ve got a lot of anger built up inside of me. you’ll let me take it out on you, yeah?’

you nod dumbly, thinking nothing of his words, expecting nothing too crazy. but boy were you wrong.

that’s how you found yourself in your current position shaking with pleasure and pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but he won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading.

‘please im sorry, im sorry please just-‘ you can’t even finish your sentence, another moan ripping through your throat and you blink rapidly, the tears sticking to your eyelashes, that had been building up for the past couple of minutes, began to fall.

you hope that he’d see your current state, take mercy on you and eventually ease himself out of you. but the tears only encourage him to see how messy you could really get.

‘don’t cry now- fucking take it,’ he’s ruthless, your legs are pushed back, further and further till they’re almost reaching your ears, and the new angle makes you feel him even more.

‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips snap viciously into yours, practically splitting you open as you use all the strength you can muster to push away, your palm flat against his pelvis as you shake your head.

‘move your fucking hand,’ he doesn’t slow down, looking down at your weak attempt to get him to stop.

‘taro-taro please- i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to fucking speak did i? just shut the fuck up and take it,’ he delivers a harsh slap to your cheek, and although it stings, it makes you start to cream around him.

‘look at you, like a dumb fucking slut. cant even use your words, just panting like a bitch in heat.’

‘stupid slut, you like when i call you names and throw you around. such a fuck-fucking whore,’ you’re squeezing him, tighter and tighter as you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching you.

shotaro had spent the majority of your friendship lending his ears to all your sex stories, slightly jealous when he heard all about how much you loved it rough.

but now he didn’t have to fuck other girls and pretend they were you, he had the real thing right in front of him.

‘fuck-fuck-fuck,’ you chant, practically floating as you feel so close. he’s fucking you so good, so deep that you’re sure his dick will leave a permanent imprint in your pussy.

‘look me in the eye, there you go. look at me while you- shit. while you make a mess all over my cock,’ he’s dipping his head lower, till your noses are practically bumping against each other, wanting to see for himself how he destroys you.

you don’t last much longer, a couple of rubs to your clit and you feel the coil in your stomach snap as your head hangs back, lips parted as you convulse under him.

you expected that to be the end, for him to at least slow down, but he does nothing of the sort, overstimulating you till you’re practically wrestling out of his grip, legs giving out as a string of curses escape your lips.

‘n-n-no more. please taro,’ it’s getting harder for you to breathe, the grip he has on your throat and hip simultaneously giving you no chance of escaping.

‘aww but i thought this was what you wanted? getting fucked stupid, that’s why you said isn’t it,’ the smile that used to bring you comfort was now making you shiver, something so sinister about the way he looked down at you.

‘i can’t anymore. p-please taro let me go.’

‘i’m not done with you yet,’ you see the evil glint in his eye, as he flips you over, forcibly pushing down onto your spine until you arch perfectly for him.

you find yourself crying once again, overwhelmed as you scrunch the sheets between your hand, needing something to ground you.

‘you say you don’t want it but look how that pussy’s squeezing for me,’ it’s hard to believe such filthy words are leaving shotaro’s lips.

‘who’s got you so wet?’

‘fuck baby, do you feel that?’

digging his nails now into the skin of your hips. your eyes roll back as you feel the head of his cock now pressing up against your cervix with each brutal, angry thrust.

‘who’s fucking you this good? let the whole house hear it.’

you shake your head, biting your bottom lip so hard it draws blood as you desperately try not to scream but shotaro has other plans.

‘what did i just fucking say? huh?’ he wraps his hand around your hair, yanking you up until his lips are right by your ears.

your senses are overwhelmed as you try oh so hard to contain yourself, clenching around him even harder.

‘shit, you taro. fucking me so good’ you whine so loudly, you’re sure that the neighbours would be able to hear.

it’s all becoming too much for you, your eyes unfocusing, rolling behind your head. head buried in the pillows, throat sore as you shake your head from side to side

your hands snake out from underneath your head in an attempt to slow him down but it’s no use. it makes him go even faster, even deeper as he holds your wrists between his hands.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” shotaro quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

the squelching noises gradually increasing, the sounds you were making were filthy and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

but other people walking in on you two was the least of your concerns. it was hard to conjure up a single thought, the way shotaro is pummelling into you overtaking ever single sense.

you could barely hold yourself up anymore, leaning all of your weight into shotaro, legs and mind numb, as you let him degrade you even more, leading you to yet another orgasm.

only this one feels a little different. he was hitting the spot, over and over again, practically drilling into you and you felt an immense amount of tingling in your bottom half.

‘taro- oh fuck- you have to-have to stop. i think-shit i think i need to pee.’

you’re embarrassed, scared that if he doesn’t listen to you that you might end up urinating all over him. but he doesn’t care, nor does he stop.

you hit his thigh repeatedly, shaking your head as you desperately try to get away from him, but he’s much stronger than you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you there as he continues.

you felt so full, the pressure only increasing with each thrust as you practically grow limp in his arms. a squeal leaves your lips, followed by a large volume of clear liquid, soaking both you and shotaro, all over his thighs and seeping into the sheets underneath you both.

‘there we go, knew you could do it,’ he groans, unable to take his eyes away from the pool of cum, obsessed with how you were both covered in it.

he wants to make you do it again, to tease you and draw another orgasm out of you, but you’re well spent, twitching in his arms as you mumble.

‘no more- no more.’

although he knew he could go for two more rounds if he really wanted to, he respected the way your body was telling him that you were done.

‘shhh it’s alright. i’ve got you baby,’ he lifts you off of him, sweat coating your body as you cling onto him.

and then you pass out, unable to carry on anymore, letting shotaro take care of you as he cleans you up, then tucks you in your own bed, whispering some excuse to chaewon about finding you asleep on the couch by yourself when she stirs from her sleep.

then he’s back to his normal self, smiling widely as he watches everyone take their seat at the table, busying himself by the stove.

you were the last one to arrive, barely able to walk, legs practically jelly as you take small steps.

‘what happened to you?’ sungchan quipped, but you were too busy trying to relearn how to work with the newfound ache in your legs to give him a suitable comeback.

if it wasn’t for the effects you were feeling from last night, you would chalk it all down to being an extremely vivid wet dream.

but there was no mistake, shotaro osaki fucked you within an inch of your life yesterday night. and judging by the smirk on his lips, his eyes following your every moment, something tells you it wouldn’t be the last time.

guess he wasn’t such a golden boy after all.

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8myass · 3 months

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.. candles .. pairing. osaki shotaro x female reader genre. fluff, angst pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. when you distance yourself a little too far. wc. 0.9k cw. stalker!shotaro tw. gaslighting, stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, pet name (‘angel’) a/n. first story!! i wanted to get something posted here, so here we are with my sweetie taro :P

You were always the type to distance yourself from people who got too close to you, never allowing anyone to get past the walls you surround your heart with. You were a sweet and sensitive soul, but you’ve been hurt too many times to even think about truly trusting someone else again. You hated when you felt a relationship growing with another person, knowing what came next, and you wound up pushing them away from you before they could get close enough to touch the barriers built around you.

You wanted to find love, you really did. It was just too hard for you. You tried with everything in you to allow people to love you the way you so desperately craved, but it was subconsciously that you found yourself pushing them farther. You were too nervous to say anything about it or apologize to them for being such a bad person, so you never let them know the truth of why you did it.

When Shotaro came into your life, it was the same. You met him simply at a grocery store, he was a worker who had helped you when your short arms couldn’t reach the top shelf. To avoid having you fall and break something while seeing you climb on the shelf, he offered to help you grab what you were after. You thanked him profusely and eventually managed to give your number after a few more times of seeing him in the store. You could’ve sworn he thought you were stalking him or something, always showing up during the hours he was working, but he never said anything that hinted at him minding your presence ever. You liked him, so when you realized that you were developing genuine feelings for him, you distanced yourself, as always. Only, he was way more persistent than you expected; showing up at your house when you were home alone, being in the store on days he’s off so he could see you, sending you flowers and gifts to your workplace.

It would be so hard for you to not give in, you wanted to like all these things, but you felt too embarrassed to tell him about your extensive amount of issues causing you to keep yourself out of his arms. Soon, it became too much for him, he wanted to show you how much he wanted you, how much he loved you. If you needed him to prove that, then he would, he did.

He might’ve come on a little too strong with his “proof”, honestly. Inviting you over to his place, begging you to come over so he could at least have one last talk with you before you completely ghosted him. In the long run, that wasn’t going to be enough for him, but you accepted with a large amount of hesitation, with good reason, too. You went to his house, the driving distance wasn’t that far, but he, of course, knew that, so by the time you were there, he had everything set up and prepared for your arrival. It was a sweet, simple candlelit dinner, more like a date than a “get-together” for “one last talk”. You nearly ran for the hills as soon as you walked through the door and saw the cheesy rose petals on the floor leading to a table for two, roses in the middle, and your favorite meal sitting in front of both chairs on the hard surface. How could he not know your favorite meal? He knew everything about you, silly girl.

Of course, he convinced you to stay. You took a seat at the chair and the conversation instantly started up with your first words to him being, “What is this for?”

“Are you not hungry?” he followed your question up with a question of his own, pushing past your own concerns to express how his were more important.

He took a spoonful of food from your plate and pushed it past your soft lips. It was good, you’d definitely admit that.

“Did you make this?”

“I did, do you like it, angel?” he smiled sweetly. That smile was what always dragged you in. As soon as you nodded, it brightened.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, pretending your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest already from such simple interactions.

“I just want to show you how much I love you…” he exhaled deeply, leaning across the table to place his lips against yours gently. His lips moved together with yours so smoothly, it’s like they were made to fit into one another. As you kissed him back, you slowly slipped back into his hands, the hands he thought you never should’ve left. In truth, you should've run as far away as you possibly could’ve, escaped his radar for good, because now that you’re in his life, he won’t let you go. He knew everything about you by this point, all your weak spots, everything that makes you tick, what makes you fall so in love. He wanted to sweep you off your feet and after his years of research, he’s finally found a way to do it. His display that night was all a show, just to make you understand his love for you. You were now his and he wasn’t gonna give that up. Not for the world, not for his friends, not for his family, not for yours, not for himself, and definitely not for your stubbornness.

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sluttyten · 2 years

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kiss kiss (fall in love)

summary: shotaro is innocent and all of your friends tease him about it, until you take matters into your own hands to help him lose a bit of that innocence

length: 6,072 words

tags: friends with benefits, making out, innocent!shotaro experienced!reader, first time, oral sex (f receiving), handjobs

When you got to uni, you met lots of new people, made lots of new friends. Some you met right away, like your roommates. Some you met during the mixer events held to help orient the new first year students, or the events held for those living in the dorms. Some people you met through classes, clubs, through sharing a table in the library.

The best of them all was Shotaro.

He was just like a happy little sunbeam in your life from day one. The epitome of a golden retriever human.

There were times you would have not seen him for days, and when you bump into each other on campus, he'll run up to you, spinning right into an excited story that he's been dying to tell you. There were times when you would join him and a couple of your other friends to eat in the food court area of the campus, and Shotaro would scoot up close beside you and share whatever sweet he'd just swindled out of the food service worker behind the pastry counter.

"I'm just cute," Shotaro says, his shoulders shaking as he laughs and slides the cake towards you. "She likes me."

"She's like fifty," YangYang laughs. "No wonder you've never kissed anyone, Taro. You're best at charming the old ladies."

The other guys around the table jump in on teasing him, and Shotaro's sweet smile falls a little. He ducks his head.

You know he regrets the day he'd admitted to the other guys in your group of friends that he was not only a virgin, but that he'd never been kissed before. They all tease him about it a lot. They tease him for it a bit more through your lunch, but that's not the end of it.

Just a few days later, you're walking out of the library when you spot Jungwoo, Mark, Mark's girlfriend, Sungchan, and Shotaro standing together talking. You join them, and somehow as you stand there in conversation with your friends, more of them show up, and soon you're just a small group blocking off a good chunk of the path in front of the library.

When Mark's girlfriend has to leave to get to class, she kisses him goodbye. They both linger in the kiss a moment longer than necessary, and when she pulls away and leaves, the teasing starts.

At first it's just everyone teasing Mark about the blush staining high on his cheeks, and then one of them notices Shotaro standing there beside you, an adorable grin as he enjoys someone else being the object of their kiss-related teasing.

You think it's Haechan that actually flips the teasing around, once more making Shotaro the target.

Immediately you can see the change in Shotaro's expression, the way that his smile slips into a more forced and plastic display. He tries to laugh along with their teasing, but the longer it goes on, the angrier you get because Shotaro's expression slips even more.

You're so sick of them using his first kiss as a weapon against him. So you do the only thing that springs to mind right then.

Xiaojun and Chenle are both in the middle of saying some stupid joke related to Shotaro being a grown adult attending university, never having been kissed. The others are laughing.

But when you move, stepping into the middle of this circle of friends, turning to face Shotaro, the focus shifts. They all watch as you grab Shotaro by the face, press up on your toes since he's taller than you, and you bring your mouth up against his.

To his credit, Shotaro doesn't hesitate to let you kiss him for the first time in front of everyone. And it's not even just a gentle kiss. You go all out. The soft touch of your lips against his turns quickly, you hold tighter to Shotaro's face as his mouth opens and your tongue touches his.

"Okay, gross. We get it." Someone says this from behind you, but you're a million miles away as Shotaro starts to actually kiss you back, naturally moving to take control of the kiss.

You feel like you could do this for a while. He's good.

But Shotaro breaks the kiss first, leaving you to fall flat on your feet, sliding your hands down to rest at the tops of his shoulders. You feel a little breathless, and you squint as sunlight shines right over your eyes.

"There," you say after taking a second to compose yourself. You pull your hands back from his shoulders, and you resume your spot in the circle, facing all of your friends now. "Now he's been kissed and you can all stop with the jokes."

They still have a few more jokes to make, but soon after that, the group begins to dissipate. You and Shotaro, as it turns out, are heading in the same direction. He walks with you, and he's oddly quiet at your side, and you wonder if you ruined things by kissing him.

"I'm sorry," you apologize. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that without asking first."

Shotaro shrugs, but he doesn't say anything. He just keeps staring ahead while you walk, and he rubs his lips together, like they're still tingling with the ghost of your kiss.

"Was it a good first kiss?" You ask, bumping your shoulder against his.

This time he rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder back against yours. "It was good. Just shocking that you kissed me out of nowhere in front of all of them." He looks over at you, his sweet smile aimed right at you.

"I just wanted to get them off your back about the kissing thing. I'm tired of them teasing you about it when you're clearly uncomfortable with the jokes." You explain.

"It's fine." Shotaro reaches down, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. "I had to have a first kiss at some point, right? And as far as first kisses go, from the stories I've heard, that one was pretty good, right?"

Yeah. It was good. If you hadn't known it was his first kiss, you would've never guessed. Sure he'd been a bit timid about the kiss at first, but that wasn't too out of the ordinary when just kissing someone new for the first time.

"Pretty good." You look up at Shotaro, and he's got a shy look on his face. "I'll see you around, Taro."

You hurry to leave before you do something foolish like kissing that shy look off his face.

Things feel perfectly normal the next time you see Shotaro. You’re over at the house a few of the guys are renting together, invited over by Mark and Renjun to help them study for an upcoming exam in a class the three of you have together.

He comes downstairs, passing through the living room on his way to the kitchen. You’re seated on the floor, bending over the course’s textbook on the coffee table. Mark’s stretched out on the sofa, holding the textbook aloft and reading along to what you’re saying. Renjun is massaging his temples with his eyes closed like he’s willing his brain to record all of this.

When Shotaro passes back through the room, pausing to lean over the back of the sofa to look down at the three of you, you look up at him, stumbling over your words. He purses his lips a little, his gaze fixed on the cover of Mark’s textbook.

“That looks boring,” Shotaro says.

“It is boring,” Renjun tells him. “I think I’ve about had my fill of studying for now. What do you say about a dinner break? Then a final study burst for the night?”

Both you and Mark agree, and technically Shotaro’s not a part of this, but he agrees too. A moment later, Mark and Renjun are both heading out the door of the house, promising they’ll be back soon with dinner.

Almost right after the door’s shut behind them, Shotaro hoists himself over the back of the sofa, sliding down to sit comfortably on the cushions. He laughs when you drop your head down to bury your face in the pages of the textbook.

“It’s not funny!” You groan, “I’m pretty sure I’m going to fail this exam tomorrow, I’ll fail the class, and flunk out of university.”

When you lift your head from the textbook, one of the pages sticks slightly to your cheek, and Shotaro gives you a soft, adoring smile as he reaches out to unpeel it from your face. “You know I thought the same, too. My first semester after coming here. It’s not easy at all to go to school where pretty much everyone speaks a different language than you’re used to. But I stuck with it. Meeting you helped.”

Warmth blooms in your chest, starting to spread its petals toward your face.

Shotaro smiles down at his hands. “I, uh, like, meeting all you guys helped. It turns out having a lot of friends who speak the language, some with it as their second or even third language, really helped me pick it up quicker.”

You scoot closer to him, resting your shoulders against the sofa beside his knees, tipping your head back to look up at the ceiling. You sigh, “You’re a quick learner, Shotaro.” You close your eyes for a moment.

“I am a quick learner.” His voice is soft, and then before you’re really aware, his lips are soft against yours. There and gone.

You open your eyes, looking up at Shotaro as he pulls back, sitting back against the cushions. You turn around quickly, moving onto your knees and resting your elbows on the edge of the sofa. He’s looking at you, unsure of how you’re going to react now.

“I kiss you once and now you think you can kiss me whenever you want?” You ask, no heat behind your words, but Shotaro looks nervously away from you anyway. “Taro,” you say as you pull yourself the rest of the way up to sit beside him, and now he looks back at you. “If you’re going to kiss me, at least do it properly.”

His lips are back against yours without another moment of hesitation. Maybe it’s the nerves or he’s overthinking it now, but his kiss is less coordinated than it had been the other day in front of your friends. You make a soft noise, lifting a hand to his face, and you try to correct him, to take control, to kiss him how you want to be kissed.

Shotaro is a quick learner, picking up what you want almost immediately. It helps that he relaxes, losing his nervousness, and the natural talent that you’d sensed the other day takes over. He leans into you, and you sink backward against the arm of the sofa, his hand on your thigh. You’re perfectly content kissing him, and Shotaro seems very pleased to be kissing you.

You’re not sure how long you would’ve let it go on if you didn’t hear the sound of heavy footsteps crossing the front porch of the house.

You shove at Shotaro’s shoulders, rolling out from beneath him and tumbling onto the floor, burying your face in your arms as you just stretch out on the floor, trying to look casual.

The front door opens and closes. Footsteps cross the room, heading for the stairs, but then the floor creaks. “She okay?” Jeno asks.

Shotaro must nod or something because a second later Jeno is climbing the stairs. You hear his bedroom door shut upstairs, and you flip over onto your back, lifting your head to look at Shotaro. He smiles, looking at you curiously, inquiringly.

You drop your head back down to the floor, covering your face with your hands. Shotaro laughs, drawing a similar giggle from you.

Over the next couple weeks, you find yourself in a similar situation to that multiple times. You and Shotaro, alone together, and you always end up kissing him. You’ve started craving his kiss, like an addiction you just need to have a little to hold you over until the next time. You hadn’t expected or planned this when you first kissed him that day in front of everyone. You didn’t have any feelings of any sort other than friendly towards him.

But right now?

Shotaro is good at this, and you don’t understand how he could have gone so long without kissing anyone, yet he has this secret talent for it?

“Mm,” you moan, twisting your fingers into his hair gently, sighing, “Taro.”

His lips suck a mark high on your throat, just beneath your jaw. This is hardly appropriate, but you’re also not likely to stop him. He’d invited you to the dance studio where he had his modern dance lessons, and when you arrived you’d been only one of several of your friends to watch his performance exam. Shotaro had excelled of course, his dance instructor passing him in the blink of an eye.

To celebrate, Shotaro had pulled you into the janitor’s closet around the corner from the studio. The closet had smelled like chemicals at first, but now all you can smell is Shotaro. The heady scent of his sweat, a hint of the fragrance he likes to wear.

He stops sucking a mark, dropping soft kisses along his path to your lips. When Shotaro kisses you, it’s like everything else fades away. You forget that you’re in a closet on campus property. That a janitor or your friends or one of his classmates or the instructor could open the door at any moment and find you.

You like this too much.

You like doing this with Shotaro specifically. Too much. There’s that blooming heat in your chest, reaching out with grasping fingers trying to pull him into you. And it’s too much like feelings. Romantic feelings.

“Can we stop,” you ask, pulling back from his kiss. “Like, put a pause?”

Shotaro is different like this, his golden retriever self a hungry wolf as he looks at you. But he nods, stepping away from you. He pushes his fingers through his sweat-damp fringe to get it off his forehead. “A pause?”

You nod, reaching for his wrist, circling your fingers around until you can feel his pulse pounding beneath your touch. “Yeah, you should probably get back out there. Aren’t there still more people in your class that have to perform? Shouldn’t you be in the audience?”

Shotaro looks like leaving you here in this janitor’s closet is the last thing that he wants to do. He steps back in one more time, his hand on your cheek drawing your mouth against his in a final kiss before he’s gone again, pushing out the door and leaving you to compose yourself.

It happens again and again.

The moment that you’re alone with Shotaro, you start thinking about kissing him. One thing always leads to another thing always leads to you and Shotaro making out in any number of locations--the bed in your dorm, the backseat of your car, the bus stop on a late rainy night when you’re both a little tipsy after a party and trying to find your way back to his rented house.

It gets harder to deny that you’re developing actual feelings for Shotaro. It’s more than just craving his kiss, you crave him, being around him or talking with him and just you start experiencing this longing for him, thinking about him almost all the time when you’re not with him.

You’ve never been in love before, and you begin to wonder if maybe that’s what’s happening here.

A movie night at the house with your group of friends, the guys and their respective partners, has you curled into a nest of blankets on a beanbag chair that Haechan dragged down from Mark’s room. You took it for your own when he got up partway through the movie.

It didn’t have a great view of the movie playing on the screen. You were almost hidden behind an armchair that Haechan had squeezed into with Renjun (much to the elder’s annoyance), and their flailing limbs as they fought silently with each other made it difficult to see the movie.

You weren’t terribly invested in this movie anyway.

People were talking around the room. Xiaojun and Chenle were cooking in the kitchen instead of watching. A couple of the others were not so quietly playing games upstairs.

You leave your beanbag behind, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and you climb the stairs, figuring you’ll go see what the others up there are doing.

Before you even reach the top of the stairs, you hear footsteps behind you, and when you glance over your shoulder, you see Shotaro.

“Hey,” he whispers, his smile growing as he catches up with you. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week.”

There’s a reason for that. You’ve been avoiding him, trying to put a little distance between your heart and his lips. Denying yourself temptation.

“I’ve been busy,” you fib, reaching the top of the stairs and starting to turn for the light spilling out of one of the rooms down the hallway. But before you can walk away, Shotaro’s pinching your blanket between his fingers. He tugs lightly, and when you look down at his hand, trailing your gaze up his arm and finally to his face, you see a look there that you can’t face.

“Taro,” you sigh.

“Can we just talk?” He asks, and there’s a small tone of desperation in his voice. “Please?”

Your resistance wavers and then breaks entirely. You nod, and Shotaro doesn’t let go of your blanket as he walks toward his bedroom. You’ve been in here a few times over the last several weeks. You’d come in here to distract him from his coursework and ended up sitting in his lap and kissing him until he’d forgotten what argument he was trying to make in his midterm paper.

That’s the last thing you need to be thinking about right now when you’ve come in here to talk with him. All you can think of is how it had felt to have his hands on your hips, your arms draped over his shoulders, your tongues tangled together, and your thighs burning against his hips. It had honestly taken everything in you to not start grinding on him then, but you had been trying to keep some boundaries.

Right now those boundaries are slowly collapsing around you.

Shotaro sits down on the edge of his bed, drawing you closer by the hand until you sit down with him.

His smile is innocent and warm and all you want is to cup his face in your hands and kiss him again.

You lower your head and sigh.

“You know if you wanted to stop kissing me, that’s all you had to say. It’s not like we’re breaking up or anything. We weren’t ever together,” he says softly. His fingers bump beneath your chin, and you lift your head a little. “You don’t have to avoid me though. I get it. You want to be friends only. No kissing.”

That’s not what you want. Not at all.

“You were my first kiss,” Shotaro says quietly, a smile spreading across his face. “But I’ll find other people to kiss.”

You meet his gaze, and for a moment Shotaro’s looking right into your eyes. His sweet, dark eyes search yours, and you wonder what he’s looking for. Does he suspect that you’ve grown feelings and that’s why he’s backing out of this so easily?

He looks away, dropping his gaze to his hands in his lap. He starts twisting one of the rings on his fingers. “You don’t have to worry about it. I get it. I need to get out there and kiss other people.”

There’s silence in the room for a moment, interrupted only by the distant sound of the movie downstairs, of the game being played a couple rooms over. You look at Shotaro and you think about what he’s saying. He’s offering you an out to avoid your feelings without him ever having to find out. But he’s also suggesting that he should go make out with other people, and given your newly developed romantic feelings toward him and the constant desire to be the one kissing him, you can’t really stand for that.

“Don’t.”

“Hmm?” Shotaro blinks at your sudden outburst.

You push away the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in. Shotaro’s eyes follow the movement as the blanket slides down to his bed. He slowly lifts his gaze back up to your face, and when his eyes touch against yours, you tell him, “Don’t kiss other people. I want you to kiss me, Shotaro. Just me.”

He smiles then. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, and you slip a hand into his lap, over his thigh, your fingers brushing over the back of his hand. “I like you. With or without the kissing.”

Shotaro nods, blinking slowly as he leans in, and you’re not entirely sure that he’s processing your words, but then he’s kissing you and every thought flies out of your mind too.

Your hands lift to his face, cradling his cheeks as he wraps his hands in the material of your top at your sides. You’re both holding onto each other, pulling each other closer, so when you recline yourself onto his bed, Shotaro moves with you, climbing over you. His fingers dip beneath your top, coming in contact with your bare skin, and that sends an electric pulse through you, a surprising moan spilling into the kiss.

Shotaro laughs under his breath, and he moves away from your lips to kiss your throat.

“I want more, Shotaro,” you sigh, tightening your fingers at the shoulders of his shirt. “Please, touch me.”

“I am touching you.” His hands come in full contact with your sides, palms flat against your skin. “I’ve never done more.”

That gives you pause. Of course you’d known that. He’d never kissed anyone before you. It was perfectly logical then that he hadn’t done anything more with anyone either. But you stop then, your hand still in his hair as he kisses at your throat, unaware of the thoughts now racing through your mind.

“Shotaro,” you say, and slowly he lifts his head to look down at you. “Do you want me? Like that? Sexually?”

His smile appears. “Yeah. Is it not obvious?”

And then he smoothly grinds his hips down against you. You can feel his hardness against your thigh.

“I’ve been trying to be obvious,” Shotaro tells you, and he lowers his mouth to your throat again. “Ever since you kissed me, ever since I realized that I could kiss you again.” He lifts his mouth back to yours. “And again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another.

“Taro,” you sigh, sinking into the bed, bringing your arms and legs up around him, holding Shotaro against you. “Just kiss me.”

But he doesn’t just kiss you, and you don’t want him to just do that.

You slide your hands down his back, gripping at his shirt, tugging it up his back, and Shotaro makes a soft pleased sound when you tug it up over his head. His hands push up your shirt as well, rucking it up to your chest, his hands coming up to touch your breasts.

“Have you ever touched boobs before?” You tease as he gives them a mildly uncomfortable squeeze.

Shotaro groans, hiding his face against your neck. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” You bring your hands down over his, and you say, “I’m going to show you how to touch me.”

Honestly you like the fumbling innocence of the way that Shotaro touches you. You like how even after you withdraw your hands from his, he touches you with hesitation, whispering to make sure that it feels good. You like all of this, turning his innocence into experience.

You like him feeling you up. You like when he moves to lie down at your side, when he slides his hands down your belly, dipping inside your pants.

“I like when you say my name like that,” Shotaro tells you. “Makes me feel like I’m doing something right.”

“So right,” you sigh, arching up as his hand makes it inside your panties. “You seem to know what you’re doing right now.”

Shotaro kisses you again. “I’ve, uh, watched some videos. I’ve got an idea of what to do, like, in theory. I know what I’ve wanted to do. You’re so wet.” His fingers spread your wetness around as he moves his fingers through your slick folds, touching your pussy, gliding his fingers over your clit. “Soft, warm.”

You drag him down, enveloping his mouth in a hot kiss.

It’s not like it really takes a whole lot of talent or experience to be able to finger a girl, but Shotaro’s good at it. He touches your clit lightly at first, growing more confident as you start to moan encouragingly, and when he starts to circle a finger right at your entrance, you break the kiss only long enough to tell him, “Want your fingers.”

Shotaro satisfies that burning need in your belly, moving slowly like he’s afraid that his single finger might hurt you, but he grows again more confident at the sound of your moans. The second finger follows soon after, and he starts grinding against your thigh, kind of throwing his leg over yours, holding himself above you so he can move.

“Want to take your pants off,” he moans. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “We can do that.”

You hate that he takes his hand out of your pants in order to take them off of you, but it’s a necessary evil you decide once your legs are freed, once Shotaro’s standing there at the edge of his bed, your pants dangling from his fingertips as he looks down at you and the wet spot in your panties.

Again, you look at his face and see a ravenous wolf rather than his usual puppy-like expression.

Shotaro drops your pants to the floor, and then he’s reaching for his own, quickly ridding himself of them, and you bite back a needy sound when you see the shape of his through his underwear. Your core gives a throb and you want him back inside you -- his fingers, his dick, whatever, you just want to have this with Shotaro.

He palms himself for just a moment before he’s over you again.

This kiss is hungry, impatient and horny. It’s hands everywhere, teeth and moans. Shotaro’s fingers return to your panties again.

In the silence of the room, all you can hear is the pounding of your heart in your ears, the soft sounds of Shotaro kissing you, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting inside your pussy, your needy whines as he gets you closer and closer.

“Taro, God!” You moan against his lips, your thighs closing in around his hand, and quiet whimpers fall from your lips as you cum.

Shotaro kisses you, continuing to stroke his fingers against the sensitive spot inside you.

You feel boneless by the time that Shotaro pulls away from you, holding himself above you and moving his hand out of your panties. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he studies his fingers, shiny and slick with your wetness. And then he looks from his fingers to your face.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks, already sliding his gaze down from your face, over your tits and your belly, down to your panties.

“What about you?” You nod toward the bulge in the front of his underwear. “Don’t you want me to help you out?”

Shotaro shrugs, and he lowers himself over you again, his hands twisting in the bedsheets on either side of your head. “I don’t really care right now. I’ve gotten off so many times before, but I’ve never made a girl cum before. I liked it.”

Well, you can’t say no to that, can you? He’s offering to eat you out, and if his natural talent for kissing is any indication of oral skills, you’re excited.

The pair of you shift into a more comfortable position on the bed, moving around until your head is resting beside his pillow, and Shotaro settles between your legs, tugging your panties down.

Shotaro kisses at your thighs before he dives in. You lace your fingers through his hair, and Shotaro moans at that, moaning louder still when he finally gets a taste of you. His mouth is warm against your pussy, gentle and soft, his tongue just licking up the taste of your last orgasm.

He requires only minimal guidance, just little nudges from your hand in his hair, soft requests from you to get what he’s doing more toward what you like. But he’s good.

“Fuck, Shotaro,” you moan, rolling your hips up against his face, into the sweet suction of his lips around your clit. “Are you gonna actually fuck me tonight? Or are you just fingering me and eating me out?”

He moans, the vibrations driving you a little wild, and you squeeze your thighs against the side of his head until he lifts his hands to your knees, pushing your legs apart again. He keeps licking and sucking, not answering you. His tongue flicks against your clit, and then he’s moving on, pressing his skilled tongue inside you, then laying his tongue flat to get as much of your taste as he can as he licks a stripe over your pussy.

Shotaro licks you through your orgasm, lapping up your wetness, kissing and sucking, thoroughly enjoying himself as your thighs start twitching, your chest heaving, and your moans grow louder and higher pitched.

“Was that good?” He asks you when he pulls away, sitting up as he looks down at you with a look of pure satisfaction in his eyes. “I really liked it.”

The way he says that is simultaneously very hot and very cute. You sit up, reaching for his face, dragging him once again into a kiss. You don’t mind the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue, if anything it just makes you want more, to get him off like he’d done twice now for you. Shotaro doesn’t protest when you snake your hand down below his waistband.

“Wanna help you feel good, Shotaro,” you mumble against his lips, your hand closing around his erection.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” He agrees, grinding down against your hand.

You don’t want to really rush things too much. Shotaro just had his first experience feeling a girl up tonight, and while he’d seemed very very into getting you off, you’d noticed his lack of concern for himself, the way he’d avoided answering your question about if he was going to actually fuck you tonight. So you don’t want to push it or rush it. If this is all he wants for now, just mutually getting each other off without having actual sex, then that’s fine by you.

You can wait.

Shotaro grunts and moans as you twist your hand around him on the upstroke, as you jerk him off inside his underwear, and he’s rocking his hips, fucking into your hand. “So much better than just my own hand,” he groans after a moment.

You like the way that he pants, desperate little gasps of breath as you tighten your hand, when you swipe your thumb along the weeping tip. Shotaro doesn’t whine or really even moan too much. He just holds himself above you, his lips just out of your reach, his face painted with an expression of pleasure, and he keeps driving his hips down into your tight hand, his tip dipping down against your belly.

You can see, even in the dim light of his bedroom, the way that a wet spot is forming over his tip, growing slightly with each stroke of your hand. And when you draw your gaze away from the spot on his underwear, you look up to his face. His gaze latches onto yours.

“Shotaro.” His name is like a sigh from your lips, and apparently that’s all it takes for him.

He gasps a little when he cums, the sound forcing its way out, transforming into a moan in the moment before you loop your free arm around the back of his neck and drag him down into a kiss. Shotaro shoots hot strings of cum across your wrist and the inside of his underwear, still grinding his hips forward into the ring of your fingers.

He moans into the kiss when he’s had enough, lifting his hips, the rest of his body following, and he wraps his hand around your wrist to pull your hand out of his underwear.

“Gross,” you tease, wrinkling your nose as you look at your hand and your wrist, stringy and sticky with his cum. “You’ve made a mess, Taro.”

“Shut up,” he groans teasingly, rolling over onto his side beside you. He stares up at the ceiling, and you look over at him, at the happy smile on his face. “I can’t believe I just came in my pants with you.”

You smile too, and press your mouth against his shoulder in a playful kiss. “Because of a handjob. Not like you just came untouched.” You sit up, looking down at your hand again.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs, grabbing your wrist again. “You can just wipe it on my sheets. They need to be cleaned anyway.”

You do quickly wipe your hand off on his sheets, which makes Shotaro laugh.

Distantly you can hear the sound of the movie still playing downstairs, you can hear the others playing games down the hallway. You’d forgotten about all of them, about the party still going outside this room.

“We should probably get back out there,” you say. “Before anyone comes looking for either of us.”

Shotaro nods, sitting up, placing a hand behind your head to kiss you again, then he asks, “Do you want to stay here tonight, though? After everyone else is leaving?”

Your chest goes warm and fuzzy. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Maybe we can do more later? No rush or anything.” He leans back to be able to look at you as he says, “But we can just, like, maybe go further?”

“Shotaro, I’m good with going however far you want to go.”

He beams then, fully back to puppy mode, pulling you into an excited kiss that makes you laugh. You kiss for another few moments, giggling together, before you finally extract yourself from his bed.

You redress while Shotaro lies there and watches, and when you grab his pants from the floor and toss them at him, he smiles.

“I’ll be down soon,” he promises you. “I’ve just gotta change and clean up a little first.”

You like that he’s too shy to strip naked in front of you even after what you’ve just done. You grab your long-abandoned blanket from where it’s fallen to the floor, wrapping it around your shoulders again. Shotaro is still lying in his bed when you sneak out his door. The door down the hallway is fully open now, and you can see a couple of the guys sitting together while staring at a game screen, but you turn instead for the stairs.

Silently, you rejoin the fun downstairs. The movie’s still playing though it’s nearing the end now. No one really says anything about how long you were gone. Mark just shifts aside on the sofa to make room for you at the end.

A few minutes later, Shotaro comes down the stairs. He sits down on the floor in front of you, leaning back until his shoulder is pressed against your leg. You fight down a smile, a foolish and bright and happy in love smile. You look at the back of Shotaro’s head as he stares ahead at the movie screen. He doesn’t even twitch when you reach your hand out to lightly touch his hair, but you can see the side of his face a bit, the way that his mouth twitches up in a barely concealed smile too.

a/n: based off the request “omg i hope you get to write this cause ive been thinking about it for days.A story where Shotaro is... Shotaro, cute, and shy, and adorable, and he gets teased a lot by other neos because he's in college but hasn't gotten his first kiss. They always tease him about it, so one day reader (who's also his friend) is tired of it and just grabs Shotaro by the face and kisses him in front of everyone.Now, it wasn't the plan, but somewhere along the lines she finds herself kissing shotaro whenever they're alone (empty rooms, janitors storage room, etc) because oh, little surprise, turns out precious puppy shotaro is natural great kisser, and she gets a liking to it.but, can she continue their affairs without falling for him? Can it cross the line and become more than make out sessions? i"ll let you decide!”

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d-8; visiting family in japan | ost

➸ note; i’m sorry that this is terrible, wasnt feeling much inspiration today,,

➸ word count; 841 words

➸ saori; aged 9, sakura; aged 4, shichiro; aged 2

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You hadn’t been back to Japan in quite some time. Shotaro had been offered so many amazing projects in Korea; comebacks, magazine shoots, TV appearances, and so on. You’d half expected him to be hard at work even over the Christmas period, but you were overjoyed when he announced that he had spoken to the company and had gotten the time off in order to spend time with your family.

‘You don’t have to take the time off for us,’ you say, ��I know how much you love working in all of these projects.’

Shotaro smiles sadly, ‘well, the little ones won’t be little forever. They all still believe in Santa. I don’t want to let it slip away too fast, you know? They’ll be another awards show next year. So believe me when I say that I want to be here, with you.’

‘Okay,’ you close your eyes as he kisses your forehead.

‘I was thinking we could go back to Japan for the week. Visit family, spend Christmas there.’

‘Yeah, absolutely, I know the kids would love that. And I do miss being there.’

‘Great. I’ll arrange everything,’ he yawns, exhaustion from his schedule filled day finally sinking in.

‘You’re the best,’ you rest your own head in his neck, shutting your own eyes, ‘I’m so happy.’

‘I know, and good. That’s all I want.’

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A few weeks later, the three of you are on the plane to Japan. Naturally, the flight isn’t even that long, but Shotaro has made sure you have the most comfortable seats possible, to make things easier for you both.

‘Chiro, you have to sit down,’ you lift your son by the waist and sit him down, and attempting to buckle his seatbelt.

‘No,’ he squirms, leaving you unable to strap him in.

‘Shichiro, I’m serious, do you want to go and visit Grandma and Grandpa?’ Shotaro chimes in, sending Shichiro a stern look when he nods, ‘ok, well we won’t go anywhere unless you sit down. Once we’re flying you can. take your seatbelt off, but you have to be good, okay?’

Shichiro huffs but reluctantly complies. Thankfully Sakura and Saori are not fazed by the take-off preparations, completely focused on their shows on their seat’s television.

The flight is quick and thankfully quite uneventful, Shichiro’s bad mood makes him tired and he sleeps until you go through immigration. He sleeps in his car seat in the car ride to your second home in Kanegawa, with the driver that Shotaro had organised for you.

‘Feels so nice to be back,’ Shotaro comments as you enter the house, your belongings, photo frames, coats and shoes practically exactly as you left them.

‘I’ll go put this one down,’ you hold Shichiro in your arms, ‘he’s clearly compensating for sleep her missed out on last night.’

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‘Hello, hello!’ Shotaro’s mother answers the door, his father and siblings crowding behind her.

The three children rush forwards first, getting wrapped in a big hug by their grandmother.

‘Ah, I missed you babies,’ she cries, ‘it’s not the same when you’re in Korea.’

She looks up, acknowledging you and Shotaro.

‘Mum,’ Shotaro stumbles into his mother’s embrace as the kids move on to their uncles and Grandfather.

‘Ah, Y/N, come here,’ you happily accept her hug, ‘look, we’ve got everything all decorated for the children.’

‘She’s really gone all out this year,’ Shotaro’s father adds, ‘she was so excited to have everyone here.’

‘Ah, you didn’t have to mum,’ you start to protest.

‘No, no, it’s not every year I get to have my grandbabies here for Christmas,’ she gushes, ‘come on, I made lots of food!’

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‘Pretty lights!’ Sakura gasps at the sight of the multicoloured Christmas Tree, which is completely made up of LED lights.

The five of you had driven out to Lake Migayase, to go and see the massive Christmas Tree that was on display every year.

‘It’s so cool, right?’ Shotaro beams, Shichiro sat on his hip.

‘Yeah!’ Sakura jumps up and down in excitement, while Saori takes photos of the scene on her phone.

‘How are you feeling about the fireworks?’ you ask them, unsure of how the younger ones may react to the loud noises.

‘Are they pretty too?’ Sakura asks.

’Super pretty.’

Shotaro had brought ear defenders for the young Shichiro, while you knew Saori liked fireworks from seeing them at concerts.

’They’re going to start in a couple of minutes, so don’t be surprised, okay?’

‘Okay mummy/mommy.’

A few minutes later, the first firework erupts in the sky. Sakura and Saori both jump, but thankfully settle quickly and enjoy the fireworks.

At one point you look over to Shotaro and Shichiro, to make sure the toddler is relaxed. Shotaro looks up at the sky, equally as amazed as his son. They look so alike.

’Thank you for making the time off,’ you say later in the car, all three children asleep in the backseat behind you, ‘this has been the best Christmas we’ve had in a while.’

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yutahoes · 2 years

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Just a crush

pairing: dance teacher! ice cream man! Osaki Shotaro x dance student! Y/N word count: 2.2k words genre: fluff summary: A chance encounter only made your dance teacher much attractive in your eyes. warnings: none that I know of

for the Summer Jobs Collab Call hosted by @bangchan-fairy I’m sorry if this is super late

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The summer was scorching hot. The heat makes all the water in your body dry, making your body unable to move under the tremendous heat. You thought it was normal. Who would even survive a hot summer like this?

But maybe it's because of your age.

You aren't that old. But your little brother begs to differ. How come he had the overflowing energy under this heat? It also annoys you that you had to babysit him this summer season.

Instead of just staying in your air-conditioned room, reading romance books, and imagining your own romantic getaway on a tropical island, you have to come with your brother to the community playground and let him play or your mom would scold you.

It was super hot that five minutes from just sitting on the park bench had made you finish the water you brought. So this is how grilled meat feels like above the griller? You were sweating so hard that it feels like you just took a bath with how wet you felt. Should you go home now? But your brother would hate you. And you cannot leave him alone.

A bell ringing caught your attention and you stared at the source of sound where children are running to. An ice cream cart. Perfect in this summer heat. "Noona, let's go buy ice cream." Your brother called and you nodded. It's the only best thing he said this summer.

It does feel weird to be waiting in line in front of the ice cream cart and surrounded by small kids. You were tempted to ask your brother to just buy you ice cream when you caught sight of the person manning the cart. He looks just like Shotaro. Your eyes widened in surprise seeing the guy with moon-shaped eyes, wearing his cap backward. "What can I get you?" It is indeed Shotaro Osaki. He looked startled seeing you as well. "Oh, Y/N. You live in this area?"

Wait, he knows who you are?

“Noona, you know each other?” You had to nod and introduce the other as your dance teacher in the academy. “That’s so cool! The ice cream man is also your dance teacher.”

Shotaro giggled, his eyes forming crescent moons that made him so charmingly boyish. His persona is so different when he’s in the dance academy. Your brother introduced himself while the other guy started scooping ice cream into the cone. You’re not used to him being this chatty since he’s always serious while dancing. “Noona,” your brother called, which made you shake your head, breaking your trance. Shotaro was handing you a cone of ice cream while smiling.

You took out your wallet for the payment but he only shook his head. “It’s fine, Y/N. But this will be our little secret, okay?” You nodded, thanking him and promising that no one in your dance class would know. He smiled at the other kid, which is your cue to leave.

The interaction was so bizarre. It felt so confusing.

How can your serious dance teacher be the smiley ice cream man? Does Shotaro have a twin brother that you weren’t aware of? That’s the only logical reason why he had a three sixty degree change in personality.

When your eyes met in the dance studio, he gave you the same smile as he did in the playground. Your brother was right, the ice cream man is your dance teacher.

To be honest, there’s nothing wrong with that. From the other students, you heard that he lives alone in your country and that he’ll probably need all the money to survive alone. Hence, all these jobs. And selling ice cream in the middle of summer is just genius.

What’s weird is how you felt about this fact.

You cannot deny that you found Shotaro admirable the first time he introduced himself as your dance teacher. He’s not that old, probably just around the same age as you. But he already established himself as a great dancer. Watching him dance is like watching art. You were always enthralled by the way he made choreographies easily and his charismatic performances. Now, seeing him outside the dance academy with a friendly aura is making your heart tremble. You don’t know why his smile would make your knees weak. You didn’t know why you wished that only you could see this side of Shotaro.

“You like him, don’t you?" Your brother asked that made you whip your head in his direction. The two of you are on your way home, eating the ice creams Shotaro had given you for free, again. “You were blushing so hard when he gave you the ice cream cone.” You weren’t. It’s just the heat. “Noona, I think Shotaro hyung likes you too.”

You stopped in your tracks, the ice cream melting on your fingers, as you stared at your brother in surprise. "What?"

"He always gives you free stuff." he claimed then licked his ice cream. "It's a sure sign that he's into you."

Why is your brother saying those words? Is he that clueless about liking someone? Shotaro liking you? That's impossible.

Maybe it was the thought implanted by your brother in your mind that you have seen Shotaro in a different way. He seemed like he was shining on the dance floor and even if he was getting mad at the students, he still looked charming. Whenever he would greet you, with a smiling face, while buying ice cream, your heart would beat crazily in your chest. What is this conspiracy?

It felt weird seeing him. You cannot have these feelings growing for him when he's just being nice to everyone. Your feelings felt wrong so you decided to shrug it off. The decision to quit the dance academy, although you love dancing, came along with the decision of not coming with your brother to the park.

Your mother and brother were both surprised when you told them you wanted to stay home at first. "Did you and Shotaro hyung fight?" You shook your head, surprised at what your brother claimed. Your mom asked who Shotaro is and the younger nonchalantly exclaimed, "The guy noona likes."

"I do not!" But your mom was already giving you a knowing smile which made you pout. Is it really that obvious?

The air in your room feels cool, a complete contrast to the scorching heat outside. You spend days reading books and every time the lead male character does something romantic, you envision your dance teacher in your head. A satisfying movie scene in your head that you would quickly try to erase. That would be weird. So to distract yourself, you would just go outside your empty home to get something to eat. Ice cream is the best choice because of the heat. But it will just remind you of the ice cream vendor in the park.

Why does everything remind you of him? You need to distract yourself away from thoughts of Shotaro.

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The loud trendy sound of the club welcomed you as you entered the place where you were meeting your friend. It really is surprising that you agreed to meet her when you were so lazy going out. "You're the only dancer I know so I want you to assess my moves," she begged and you only smiled, nodding at her. How would she react if she finds out that you quit the dance academy? You can't also possibly say that the reason is your dance teacher because that will be weird.

A sigh escaped your lips. You were supposed to distract yourself, that's why you agreed to meet her. But why are you thinking about Shotaro again? In annoyance, you just drank the pink lemonade in one gulp. "Hey, calm down. You can't be drinking that much." Your eyes widened in surprise seeing Shotaro taking your now empty glass. He chuckled realizing what your drink is. "Sorry, I thought you were drinking alcohol."

What is he doing here? Why is he here? When your friend greeted him, you realized why. You didn't know that they belong to the same dance team. She asked why you knew 'Taro' and you quietly said that he's your dance teacher. "Before she quit the academy." Your friend looked surprised and you mouthed an apology to her.

The name of their dance crew was called to the stage and you clapped, shouting to cheer them on. Shotaro was placed in the middle and smiled your way before the lights turned off. Your heart kept beating in your ear. You weren’t even sure if it was because of the bass of the music or because of the main dancer’s charisma. Your eyes would always lock with Shotaro and he would smile, or occasionally smirk, making the heat come up your cheeks. Now, you are sure that you cannot shrug off these feelings anymore.

Once done with their performance, you excused yourself from your friend. You needed to get out of the club, breathe in fresh air and stay away from these feelings for Shotaro. Should you call for your mom to pick you up? Maybe you’ll just take the subway since it’s still early. Yes, maybe you can still think clearly while on your way home. “Y/N!” someone called and you turned to see the person you were running from. “It’s already dark. I’ll walk you home.”

What? “No, it’s fine. I’m taking the subway.”

“I’ll walk you to the subway.” You cannot say anything. How should you decline his offer? This is bad. You should make an excuse to be alone. “Are you alright?” You whipped your head in his direction, looking really curious at his question. Do you not look alright? “Are you uncomfortable with me?”

Quickly, you shook your head to refute his words. “I don’t.” Although you are. You hated how your heart kept beating so loud in your chest, how your cheeks were heating up when he moved to the dangerous side of the road. You felt like puking at the idea that you like Shotaro very much but he’s just a friendly guy who is nice to everyone. “Why would you think that?”

“I’m sorry. I just thought that maybe I was making you uncomfortable with my feelings.” Your eyes widened in surprise. His feelings? “I like you.” You blinked twice then even tried to mentally kick yourself. This must be a dream. Shotaro wouldn’t say those words in the middle of the crowded street. “You were always smiling in dance classes and I’ve seen how passionate you are when dancing. The first time I saw you with your brother in the park, with how caring you are even to the other kids, I thought you’re really charming.”

A heavy breath escaped your lungs. Wake up, Y/N! This dream is getting out of hand. “I was surprised when you quit the dance academy then you stopped going to the park.” He continued. Although you want to, you cannot stop him from spewing words that made the hope in your heart grow bigger. “When I asked your brother about it, he teased me saying that I have a huge crush on you.” You rolled your eyes, maybe you’ll kill your brother later. “But your mom also said that it’s obvious that I like you so I thought you also knew.” His voice became quiet as you gasped, “I’m sorry for burdening you with my feelings but I really like you, Y/N.”

The sight in front of you makes your heart clench in your chest. You were used to seeing a charismatic Shotaro whenever dancing and a boyish Shotaro whenever smiling with his snapback. But now, with his puppy eyes and two hands covering his face, he looked like a little boy. How cute! “For the record, I didn’t know about it.” You confessed then breathed heavily. “I also like you, Shotaro.”

His eyes became moon-shaped, lips curled up as a small giggle can be heard. So cute! “Then should we start again and let our feelings grow together, Y/N?” You nodded. Why is Shotaro so adorable?

“Do you want to get ice cream?”

He laughed while holding out his hand in front of you, palm up. You slipped your hands on his, fingers laced on each other. “Ice cream it is.” He claimed in his soft voice, squeezing your hand while pulling you closer to him. He stopped in his tracks which made you look at him, “Speaking of ice cream, I think I have to come clean as well.” You raised an eyebrow, curious at what he was going to say. “Selling ice cream is just an excuse to see you. I only have to do it the first time but when I saw you, I kept begging my friend if I could take over his job.”

You laughed wholeheartedly. Why is he getting cuter and cuter every second that you’re together? “You do have a huge crush on me, ice cream man.” He grinned, looking like a schoolboy.

From charismatic Shotaro. To boyish Shotaro. Cutie Shotaro. Ice Cream Man Shotaro. And now, schoolboy Shotaro. You wondered how many personalities of Shotaro can you discover while dating him.

You squeezed his hand, moving closer to him. Well, you’ll just have to find out.

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corpsemused · 2 years

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small preview at a little something I wrote… I have no idea how many people are going to see this but please lmk if you want me to post it because I have so many writings in my notes app

#osaki shotaro #shotaro fic #shotaro smut #nct fanfic #nct #nct smut #nct u fics #kpop #corpsemused

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enluv · 4 months

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boyfriend texts – ft. riize (pt.2)

pairings: OT7 riize x (mostly) gn&fem!reader

genre(s): all fluff (I think), comfort/comedy, established relationships, riize men love their partners so much (I need them!)

warnings: cursing probably, dark humor (probably), maybe some angst if you squint (?), WONBIN’S IS A LITTLE SUGGESTIVE!

enluv asks that you please do not spam like posts!

coco’s ♥︎ note: I just wanted to say happy new year to everyone, I hope you had a good year and it continues on to the next, trust I will be here again to post more for riize and every other group I write for :) thank you for a wonderful year my loves!! as always, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3

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luvyeni · 8 months

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❛RELAX❜ ( o. shotaro )

💬nia's notes: i know i said i wouldn't start wriring for riize just yet , but i couldn't help it i just love taro.

p. stoner!shotaro x shy!reader w. 3.4k (idk either)

warnings? drug usage , unprotected sex , dirty talk , pwp , cumming inside , oral ( f. receiving), fingering ,

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"you're late mr. osaki." you looked up from your computer , you sat in the way back , so you got a good look at the entire class , including the boy who stood at the door , shoulders hung , he definitely didn't want to be here. "this the eighth time this month class starts at one o'clock not one-thirty."

he nodded , head still low. "i slept late." the teacher shook her head. "take a seat mr. osaki , next time set a better alarm." she turned back to the projector.

he made his way to the back , the rest of the desk filled up except the one next to you , your bag occupied the chair. "can i sit?" he said looking at you, you could now see that his eyes were red , he was high. "hello?" he waved his hand in front of your face. "h-huh?"

"mrs.(last name) , mr. osaki , is there a problem." the class turned to face you both. "just trying to sit down." he kept his eyes on you. "so can i sit down?" you nodded , quickly moved your things from the seat — he sat down , everyone turning back to the board and your heart finally stopped beating at 100 miles per hour from all the attention.

you tried to focus on the board , but you couldn't help but glance over to him everyone once and a while , you've see him every once in a while in this class , he'd often sit in the back , he almost never paid attention , but he always passed — getting up and leaving , he basically was there for attendance.

"you know i can feel you staring at me?" his whisper voice spooked you , you tried to turn , but it was no use. "y-you don't have any books." you said , he could barely hear you , but he chuckled. "yeah , i know." he said. "i'll get someone else to do it."

you went to face him again , but he beat you to it , his face was already close to yours. "what about you princess?" he smirked at your flustered stated. "you wanna do it for me , be a good girl and do my work for me?"

"wh-what." he sat back in his chair , head low again. "i was kidding (name)." how'd he know your name? "you're gonna miss the class if you don't pay attention. the class , that's right. "sh-shit." you cursed , turning to the right page , refocusing on the work , taking the notes down on your computer.

shotaro watched you , in fact he always watched you — you just never payed any attention to your surroundings , always trying to get somewhere quickly and quietly , but sometimes he'd catch you , mumbling things to yourself while working and he thought it was cute , he thought you were cute , so when god gave him the opportunity to sit next to you , he took it even though he was high out of his mind and could barely pick up on anything.

class went by quickly , shotaro had fallen asleep , probably sleeping off his high , while you jotted down the notes. "we have a test coming up , it's worth half your grades , so remember to study." you packed up all your stuff. "mrs.( last name)?" you looked up. "y-yes?" the professor pointed to shotaro. "please wake him up." she shook her. "don't even know why he bothers to come."

you turned to the sleeping boy , reaching out and lightly tapping him. "h-hey." you tapped him once again , a little harder this time , his eyes fluttered open , no longer red , his pupils back to normal. "class is over now." you said , about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist.

"wait." his voice groggily from sleep. "let me take you home." he said. "you don't live on campus , correct?" you nodded. "b-but you don't have to." you said. "it's cool , i want to." he stood up. "wh-why?"

you were so cute , all shy. "maybe i just hang out with you , not everyone is all scary." he said. "you'll take me straight home?" you questioned. "i promise." he smirked , moving close to you , his body close to yours. "unless you have another place." he laughed as you took a step back. "let's go." he took your bag from your shoulders , putting it on his.

you guys made it to his car , he opened your door , letting you step inside before he closed the door , jogging over to the drivers side , climbing in , tossing your bookbag in the back. "ready?"

you looked out the window as drove , picking at the string on your skirt nervously , shotaro picked up on it , grabbing your hand. "stop that , you don't want to mess it up do you?" you shook your head , stopping. "good girl." those words sending a shiver down your spine.

"you hungry?" he spoke up. "we can stop for food." he wanted to grab food with you , did he mean like a date? was he asking you out on a date? "don't think too much of it , you'll hurt that pretty head of yours." he said. "there's a drive through mcdonalds near by , we can pick something up." you nodded , he let out a tsk sound.

"ah you can do better." he said. "let me hear that pretty voice , use your words." you couldn't understand it , but the way he spoke to you , it made you feel something , something you've never felt before — but it made you want to listen to him. "o-okay" he smiled. "good girl , let's go."

he pulled into the drive through , the lady spoke through the voice machine , he ordered what he want , turning to you getting your order before telling her what you want. "okay , you guys can pull up to the front window."

after getting your food , he placed it in your lap , driving off. you noticed he missed the exit to get back to your house , your eyes widening. "m-my house— i know." had that been any other person , you've would been shitting your pants , but with him surprisingly you felt safe. "i have place where we can eat our food and talk."

he drove for about ten more minutes , pulling into a old parking lot. "don't be so nervous." he said. "i would never put you in any harm , just relax." he said , grabbing the bag , taking the food out. "here you go." you shyly too the box of chicken nuggets , sitting them in your lap , he smiled. "cute."

he turned on a random tv show on his phone , sitting it up so you could see while you ate , occasionally making conversation with you , smiling when you shyly nod or avoided his eye contact — which never away , his eyes were always on you , watching everything you did.

"i-is th-there something on my face?" you said , looking for a napkin. "no , just like looking at you." you were flustered again , his constant flirting was going to kill you. "w-why?"

"because you're pretty." he said. "and i like staring at you." you quickly switched the subject. "i took all the notes down , i'll send them to you." he turned to you , laughing. "i didn't really mean for you to actually do my work for me princess." you began to pick at the string on your skirt again.

"hey." he grabbed your hands. "thank you , but don't worry your pretty little head about me." you nodded , and he let your hand go , this time resting his hand on your knee. "just relax , when you're with me that's all you have to do is relax."

he reached in the glove compartment , pull out a small metal can , opening it — revealing four pre-rolled joints. "sh-shotaro , what are you doing?" he smiled , taking one out , along with his lighter. "what does it look like?" he put the blunt to his mouth , about to light it. "b-but you can't drive if you're high."

"well then i guess you have to stay right here with me until im sober again." he light it up , taking a drag , inhaling , then exhaling. "you don't mind that do you." it probably should've bothered you , but it really didn't , you actually wanted to spend more time with him , this was probably the most you've been out in like forever. "i-i guess i don't mind."

you watched him take multiple drags , his body slumping further and further into the seat , he turned the radio on , r&b playing on a low volume as smoke filled the car. "you want to try?"

you shook your head. "i-i'm fine." you've never done something like that before , you wouldn't even know what to do. "why not , it will finally take your mind off everything." he said. "i-i've never done it before." of course you haven't. "i know , but that doesn't mean you can't try."

you thought about it before agreeing , what harm could it be. "s-sure." you said , he sat up , taking the blunt out of his mouth. "you don't have to , i won't force you (name)." he said. "i-i want to."

he nodded , you turned to him. "let me lead." you obey , and he held the blunt to your mouth. "open up." he tapped the blunt on your lips , you got that feeling again that you did earlier — parting your lips. "good girl , now close."

you obeyed , closing your lips. "now inhale it — not too much." he watched you closely , tapping your cheek with his finger , signaling you to stop , now hold it , that's it , just a little longer." the smoke filled your lungs. "now let go." you coughed , the smoke coming out of your mouth. "it's okay , it's okay." he patted your back. "it's always like that the first few times , you'll get the hang of it."

he let you hit it two more times , before he seem your eyes get redder and redder , before he was pulling it away from your lips. "that's enough , three is enough for someone like you."

you sat back , your body felt like it was melting into the seat. "look at you , finally relaxing." he smiled , you chuckled. "and you laughed , that's three wins for me today." he said. "three?" he hummed. "i got you to hang out with me , i got you relax and i got you to smile." he counted them.

he noticed you in your own world , picking with the hem of your skirt. "what's troubling that pretty head again?" he held your hands down once again. "wh-why did you want to hang out with me?" you said. "are you not having good time."

"n-no it's not that, it's just that , you've never paid attention to me before , wh-why all of sudden." he smiled , you were so clueless. "how would you know pretty , you alway have your head in the clouds , talking to yourself." your face heated up with embarrassment.

"do i really talk to myself?" you didn't evem realize you were doing it now , he laughed. "you're so cute." he rubbed your knee. "that's why i wanted to hang out with you , everything about you is so cute." your face was on fire , you turned out to face the window.

"especially when you get all shy , i find that so cute." he grabbed your jaw , turning it to face him. "why'd you turn away?" he smirked , his eyes fell to your lip , which you were chewing on. "am i making you nervous?"

you could barely comprehend what was going on , between the weed flowing through your system , and his hand resting on your leg , the other forcing you to look at him , it was all too much. "i really want to kiss you right now." your eyes widened.

"can i?" his thumb ran across your bottom lip , you nodded. "i need to hear you princess , use those words." you were afraid , not knowing what would come out. "y-yes , you can." he smiled , leaning in , his lips pressing against yours.

his lips felt nice , soft against yours. he could tell you were still nervous , pulling away. "look at you , your eyes all glazed over." he chuckled. "did you like it?" he questioned. "you want another one?" you nodded. "words pretty girl."

"i want another one." you said , your voice the most clear than has been , shotaro took notice of this. "how about you come sit right here and get it." he patted his lap , your eyes fluttered to his his lap , the to him. "y-your lap?" he nodded. "yeah , if you want to." you thought about it , you'd never even gone this far with a guy , but you wanted to — you wanted to go that far with shotaro. "o-okay."

you undid your seat belt , slowly climbing into his lap , hovering right above him. "let me help you." he grabbed your hips , pulling you down. "there you go pretty girl." his hands rested on your thighs , on of them coming up to caress your cheek. "just relax for me." he pulled you into another kiss.

you don't know if it was the weed , or his kisses , but you were on cloud nine and you didn't want to come down , he deeped the kiss , it was sloppy at first , but he allowed you to find your own pace , eventually getting the hang of it.

this was the best high of his life , he wish he could stay like this forever , in this moments , you on top of him , your lips against his , smoke still floodings the car , making it hotter than it already was.

the feeling from earlier was back and it was stronger than ever , traveling from your stomach to in between your legs , an almost unbearable , you couldn't help but move.

shotaro smirked , pulling away , you chased his lips desperately. "calm down." he whispered , against your lips. "you're getting so worked up princess , try and relax for me , you can have everything you want in a minute."

he wanted to make sure you really wanted this , that it wasn't just the weed talking. "you don't have to do this." he said. "i still really just want to hang out with you." he rested his forehead against yours. "i-i want to." you said. "i really want to."

his cock was hardening against his slacks , you were on top of him , your eyes blown out as you practically begged him to fuck you , grinding against him. "fu-fuck , if you keep grinding against me , im gonna cum in my pants." he grunted.

"i-i didn't mean to." he threw his head back against the headrest. "i know princess , i know you don't." he played with the ends of your shirt. "let's get you out of this." he lifted your shirt above your head , revealing your pink bra.

"so pretty baby , can i take it off?" you were about to nod , but deciding to skip that part , "y-yes." he smiled. "you finally caught on princess , keep using those words , let me hear that pretty voice." he reached behind you , undoing the hooks , letting your bra fall , your tits bouncing from the impact. "such pretty tits." his hand came up , engulfing your boobs , squeezing them.

"sh-shotaro." you moaned , and he was slowly losing it , you moaned so prettily , even prettier than he imagined. "so soft." he whispered , bringing his lips to your bud , sucking on it. "sh-shit , feels so good." you felt your panties soaking even more , you probably were making such a mess , but you couldn't care right now , you needed him.

oh couldn't hold it anymore , he needed to feel you , he needed to be inside you. "fu-fuck , fuck princess i need you , please i need to fuck you." he moaned , waiting for your word , once you gave it to him he was directing you to the back seat , laying you on your back.

"wanna taste you first." he sighed , kissing your stomach , making his way down to your skirt , lifting it up to your waist. "pretty panties." you whined , squirming your hips.

"relax , i told you , you'll get everything you want." he pulled your panties down your legs , he'll find them later — kissing right above your tailbone.

it was cramped , but that didn't stop him spreading your legs as much as he could , buring himself in between them , licking a strip up your cunt. "ohmygod." you moaned. "f-feels so good." he hummed against your heat , you moans only egging him on.

you tasted like heaven , this was his new drug , you were all he ever needed to feel high again , he pulled away , giving your clit little kitten licks. "you taste so good princess." his lips wet from your slick. "want my fingers?"

he rubbed your swollen bud , you nodded. "p-please." he pushed one finger into your hole. "your little cunt is barely taking my finger princess , i don't think im gonna fit." he added another finger , a slight sting making you hiss.

"it's okay , it's okay." he slowly thrusted his fingers into you , the pain slowly subsiding. "that's it , my fingers like a good girl." your stomach began to tighten. "you're clenching around my fingers." he rubbed your clit in circles. "you gonna cum?" you nodded. "go a head , cum on fingers , so i can make you do it again on my cock." he sped up his fingers , the band tighten more and more — before it snapped. "fuck 'taro , im cumming!" you screamed , cumming all over his fingers. "fuck!"

"good girl , fuck you came so much." he pulled his fingers out , bringing them back to his mouth , getting another taste , his cock twitching in his pants. "shit."

he undid his pants , pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out , resting against his stomach. his cock was big , a long vein adorned the side , his tip red , leaking with pre-cum. "are you sure you want , we don't have to go any further?"

you whined , reaching down grabbing his cock. "pl-please." your voice was desperate , as you stroked his cock. "i want it so much." you begged , shotaro cursed , grabbing your hand , replacing it with his own , lining himself up with your cunt. "i'll go slow."

and slow he did , sinking into your cunt , both of you letting out a moan. "fu-fuck , you're so fucking tight." his voice was shaky. "baby , you gotta stop clenching , im gonna cum." he grunted. "ca-can't help it." you mewled. "y-you're so big." he smirked , rocking his hips.

"yeah , you feeling full of my cock?" you moaned. "s-so full." he held your leg around his waist as he pounded into your needy hole. "you're so vocal now , what happened to my shy baby , where is she?" he grunted. "s-still here?" you moaned.

"yeah? she's still in there , but i like this version though , you moaning for me like a little slut." you tightened around his cock , making him hiss. "sh-shit , you like being called that?" he grunted , hitting that gummy spot. "there it is?" he continuously thrusted against that spot.

"my perfect girl , this is all just for me?" he rubbed your clit. "only i get to see you like this , all slutted out , right?" you felt your orgasm. "ye-yes , fuck 'taro im gonna cum." he kissed your lips. "go ahead , cum for me."

he pressed his forhead against yours , wrapping your leg around his waist , hitting deeper than before , trigger your orgasm. "taro fuck." you tightened around him hard. "oh shit." he didn't even have a chance , before he was spilling his cum into your cunt.

"sh-shit , im so sorry." he pulled out slowly , his cum seeping out of your cunt , his cock twitching at the sight , he didn't mean it this time , he can't be to sure next time. "i-its okay , i'm on birth control."

he let your leg go slowly , carefully just incase you were sore. "let me clean you up." he grabbed a tissue , carefully cleaning you off. "you did so well." he praised , your face turned hot. "st-stop it." you stuttered. "ah , there she is." he smiled. "so cute."

he helped you get dressed , you climbed out of the car , getting back into the passenger's seat , he climbed back into the drivers seat. "i don't want to take you back right now." he said slumped in his seat sad. "w-we c-can come back tomorrow." you said , he sat back up happily. "okay , i'll pick you up after class." he started the car , placing his hand on your thigh , much higher than before.

"maybe tomorrow you can put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours."

©️LUVYENI

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slytherinshua · 7 days

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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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chlorinecake · 3 months

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

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anton-luvr · 5 months

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can you write riize's reaction to you hugging them randomly? ty ilysm 🥺

# WHEN YOU HUG THEM RANDOMLY ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; here u go anon! thank u for requesting and ilyt <3

# SHOTARO. - he's always smiling, but when he suddenly feels the warmth of your body against his back and your arms around his waist while he's washing the dishes, he smiles impossibly harder. giggles and has to gently pry you off of him because he doesn't want the soapy dishwater to get on you, promising that he's all yours to hug once he's done.

# EUNSEOK. - he was minding his own business reading the newest novel he bought when you suddenly jumped into bed with him and hugged him tightly. he chuckles in confusion as he asks what you're up to this time, because you're always up to something. even though he doesn't believe your "nothing!", he hugs you back anyways <3

# SUNGCHAN. - he's busy folding the laundry when you wrap your arms around him, and he drops the sweater he was folding immediately. will literally jump up from his seat, holler a "YES! CUDDLE TIME!" before carrying you bridal style into the bedroom where he'll smother you in cuddles and kisses.

# WONBIN. - he plays it cool when you suddenly hug him while he's watching tv, but the warmth of your body on his makes his cheeks burn while his heart races a mile a minute. it gets so loud that you have to sit back up and ask him if he's okay, his cherry red cheeks and the flustered smile he offers you already giving you an answer.

# SEUNGHAN. - he immediately has his arms around you too when you wrap yours around him, giggling as he peppered soft kisses all across your face. he hugs you tightly, making sure you can't escape, and you have no choice but to stay in his arms for the next hour, the both of you giggling like silly lovesick highschool students in bed.

# SOHEE. - he sees this as a golden opportunity, and he has to take it. he'll dodge your hug and move away, bursting out in laughter when he sees your surprised frown. "i was just joking, come back!" he clarifies later on, chasing after you to return the hug you wanted to give him. once he does so and kisses you sweetly on the cheek, all your grumpiness fades.

# ANTON. - he gets so shy!!! it's like you flipped a switch when you hugged him because his face is now bright red. gets even more shy when you tease him for it, hiding his face in his hands. but once you get up to move away, he's quick to protest with a "no, don't go!" and asks you to continue to hug him. even though he becomes the color of a fire hydrant when you do so, you kiss him on the cheeks and call him your cute boy anyways <3

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sluttyten · 2 years

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kiss kiss (fall in love) || PT.2

part 1: kiss kiss (fall in love)

summary: shotaro asked you to stay the night, and climbing back into bed with him is pretty much the only thing you can think about for the rest of the night

length: 2,910 words

You still found it a little amazing, a little difficult to believe what had happened earlier in evening.

Everyone was still filling the shared house. There was a sitcom from Netflix playing on the TV now that the movie had ended. Some of the guys had come down from playing games upstairs, filling in the few empty spots on sofas and chairs and the floor of the living room. And Shotaro is still sitting on the floor right in front of you, his shoulders shaking with laughter against your knee.

You don’t think anyone has noticed the way that Shotaro’s kind of wrapped his arm around your ankles, the way that he has a thumb tracing the knobby bone of your right ankle. You don’t think they’ve noticed you touching his hair under the cover of darkness in the room.

He asked you to stay over tonight.

Earlier, after Shotaro—sweet, wonderful, sexy Shotaro—made you cum on his fingers and his tongue, and after you jerked him to completion in his underwear, he’d asked you to stay over in the house tonight, to sleep with him. And of course you wouldn’t say no. You want him as much as he wants you.

You don’t know whose idea it is, but someone starts up a game on the other side of the room. Renjun, Jeno, YangYang, Xiaojun, a girlfriend of one of the guys (though you’re not sure which guy she’s here with) sit in a circle, spinning a bottle, whispering at first but growing louder with laughter as secrets are spilled. Soon, they’re overpowering the TV’s volume, drawing the rest of the room into their game. The show on the TV is forgotten, someone flips the overhead light on, and suddenly, you’re all voluntarily or involuntarily playing the game.

You withdraw your hand from Shotaro’s hair, but he keeps his hand on your ankle, and now that the lights are up, you swear everyone must see it, the semi-possessive hold on your ankle.

None of them know. They all know that you kissed Shotaro once, that you were his first kiss right there in front of them, but they’ve no idea that the kissing continued behind closed doors, that earlier this evening it progressed further. They don’t know that there’s anything more between you and Shotaro than just friendship and that one kiss.

You’re not really paying attention to the game. The slow circles Shotaro traces around your ankle serve as a total distraction. The feel of his skin on yours has your body inflamed, and if you could get away with it without drawing suspicion, you would drag Shotaro back up to his room right now, fall back into bed with him.

So you don’t realize that it’s your turn until Mark beside you turns to look at you, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Hello?” He laughs as your eyes snap back into focus on the real world instead of the fantasies swirling in your mind. “It’s your turn.”

“Truth or dare,” a girl sitting beside Jeno asks from across the room.

Judging by the wolfish grins around the room, you know either answer is a trap, but somehow you feel that choosing dare would be much worse. They’d probably ask you to kiss Shotaro again, or something like that, and presently you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself.

“Truth,” you answer quickly.

She looks thoughtful for a moment and then asks, “What’s the last sexual experience you’ve had?”

Heat prickles your cheeks. Shotaro’s fingers go still on your ankle and you hope that no one notices that as you clear your throat and answer, “Um, how specific do you want?”

You’ve been friends with almost everyone in this room for long enough that a conversation of a sexual nature doesn’t bother you too much. You’ve seen and heard and shared too many things involving each other for it to matter.

“Whatever you want to share,” she shrugs.

You don’t know this girl, and there are a couple other people in the room you don’t know, so you don’t want to go giving too many details. So you simply say, “Got eaten out. It was…. Really good.” You sigh, unable to help yourself as the memory washes over you. There’s a few quiet laughs around the room, and heat spikes in your cheeks. “Anyway, who’s next?”

Things go around for a few more moments before the question of truth or dare lands on Renjun, the question of truth posed to him is about the kinkiest thing he’s ever done.

Renjun blushes a shade of red you’ve never seen before, stammering and avoiding really answering until Haechan cuts in, pressing him for a truthful answer.

“Well, come on,” Haechan teases. “It’s not like you’re a total virgin. Not like Shotaro.” He reaches out to nudge Shotaro’s leg with his foot teasingly.

To your surprise, and the even greater surprise of everyone else around the room, Shotaro suddenly speaks up in defense of himself. “I’m not completely inexperienced!”

Silence reigns in the room for a moment.

And then sound bursts, a bubble popped as the questions and teasing and congratulating for him floods in from the guys.

His hand slides away, unnoticed, from your ankle.

“Well, go on!” Haechan says, throwing his arm around Shotaro’s neck, dragging Shotaro away from your legs. “Tell us all about it! What’d you do, Taro?”

The good-natured ribbing goes on for another few moments, until Shotaro squirms away from Haechan’s hold. He holds his hands up to keep Haechan from pulling him back in.

You draw your knees up onto the sofa with you, wrapping your arms around your legs as Shotaro leans back. Your toes touch against the backs of his shoulders.

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” Shotaro says, and you don’t miss the way that Renjun’s smiling in relief that all the attention has been turned away from him. Shotaro rubs his hands on his knees as he tells the room, “I haven’t gone all the way yet, but I have, uh, used my fingers, and—what do you call it?” He glances over at Haechan who nods encouragingly and eager to hear the dirty words learned in a second language from Shotaro’s mouth. “I ate pussy.”

The pussy that he ate gives a horny pulse, throbbing with heat at the sound of those words from his lips. Your toes curl against his back. Your mind buzzes, forgetting everything else in the room, only hearing Shotaro’s voice repeating that phrase.

The game goes on a little longer, but people drift away, interest flags. Mark and his girlfriend leave the party, a few others follow soon after. Soon it’s just the boys that live in the house, Haechan who doesn’t live here but always seems to be here, and just you still sitting there on the sofa with Shotaro leaning back against your cushion.

No one’s paying either of you any attention. They don’t see when you touch his shoulder before you stand up, quietly exiting the room. You flee quickly up the stairs, slipping into Shotaro’s bedroom.

You’re glad he’s got a room all to himself. Some of the guys, like Jeno and Jaemin, share a bedroom which you imagine must be difficult or annoying to navigate when they want to bring partners home. But you close Shotaro’s door behind you. You shed your clothes on your way to his bed, leaving them piled right beside the bed, and you climb in and pull the covers up.

It’s several minutes later when the door opens, Shotaro stepping inside. He closes the door and locks it behind him, smiling warmly when he sees you tucked into his bed. The smile takes on a different heat when he spots your clothes beside the bed.

Time collapses, folding in on itself as Shotaro is in front of the door in one instant and the next he’s in the bed with you, pushing the sheets away from your body as he slides over you. His shirt is there and then it’s gone, pants disappear from one blink to the next. Everything feels like it’s moving so fast, his lips burning against yours, tongues meeting, his fingers painting your body with goosebumps, and when his fingers dip against your pussy, finding you just as wet as earlier, you gasp and spread your legs for him to better fit between them.

His underwear are gone and you feel his bare cock against your thigh, and at the brush of contact, warm skin against his sensitive tip, Shotaro’s breath catches, and he hesitates. Just for a moment, but it’s long enough for you to notice.

“We don’t have to.” You find the breath somewhere to tell him this. “If you’re only doing this because they tease you—“

Shotaro cuts you off with a harsh kiss. “I’m doing this because I like you. Because I want you. I thought we went over this earlier.”

“Just making sure,” you gasp, arching against him.

You can hear the others downstairs, talking and moving around, but the upstairs is silent except for the two of you.

Shotaro moans softly when you wrap your hand around his bare cock. He’s so hard, twitching in your hand, the tip leaking. And he’s got his fingers inside you, your body feels electric with the promise of soon having him inside you.

“Taro,” you sigh, lifting your ankles to hook them behind Shotaro, just wanting to nudge him forward.

“I don’t have a condom….” Shotaro realizes, dropping his head to your shoulder. “I can… try to go find one from one of the other guys?”

“I’m on birth control,” you quickly tell him. “Or you can just pull out.”

Shotaro nods. He thrusts forward into the circle of your fingers with his head still resting on your shoulder, his breath coming hard and fast against your skin.

“Are you ready?” He asks, and you can’t help but feel that although he’s directing the question to you, he’s also asking himself.

“Please, Taro.” You lift your hand that’s not around his cock to his neck. “Wanna feel you.”

That’s all he needs.

He moves and you help guide his cock to your entrance. Shotaro mouths at your shoulder and your neck as he rolls his hips forward and sheathes himself inside your warmth.

You’ve never been with a virgin before him. You’ve never experienced someone’s first anything until Shotaro, and you can’t deny that you love to be the one that he’s had all of these firsts with—from the first kiss to this moment right here.

It’s clear at first that this is Shotaro’s first time. He’s just figuring out what feels good to him, just doing that, and you can’t blame him for chasing his own pleasure as he rocks into you with uncoordinated thrusts, as he grunts softly against your skin, and chases the sweet feel of your pussy wrapped warm around him.

He won’t last long, and you don’t expect him to. This is just the first time. There will be another. There will be enough time for him to learn what will feel amazing for both of you.

You do what you can to get him there, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, clenching around him, moaning his name against his ear because even though he’s new to this and unskilled, it still feels good. Shotaro has the girth to make it feel good.

“I don’t want to pull out,” Shotaro says, grunting as he grinds into you. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

“Then don’t. I’m protected.” You touch his hair, his neck, his shoulders. “Cum in me. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you in me, even after I leave.”

It takes only a few more shallow thrusts before he’s moaning, the sound muffled against your shoulder, and you feel him flood your belly with his warmth. He goes heavy over you, losing his strength, and you take advantage of the moment, turning him over, quickly climbing over him while he’s still hard, and you sit down on his cock.

Shotaro almost chokes on a moan as you spread your fingers across his belly, rolling your hips. Your other hand sinks to your clit, rubbing yourself as you ride him. He watches through heavily lidded eyes, watching your pussy squeeze tight around him as you move, and you can see the flush in his chest rising up his neck, soft moans spilling endlessly from his lips.

He cums weakly inside you again, and his hands grip at your thighs, fingers digging in. The sharp little pain, the second wave of warm cum inside you pushes you over the edge, your orgasm flooding through you.

You sink down, laying over his chest, your head tucked beside his as your hearts thunder together, bodies coming down from the racing high of cunning together.

Shotaro’s arms surround you, hugging you against him, and he says something then, a quiet murmured phrase in Japanese that you can’t catch before he’s tucking his face against your neck, burying his nose in your hair, sighing happily.

“Fuck.” He says a moment later, this time in the language you both share. “You’re unbelievable.”

You kiss his shoulder. “Absolutely the same, right back at you, Shotaro.”

You stay snuggled like that for quite a while as he goes soft inside you, and you can feel his cum dripping out of you as well. You know you should move, but you really don’t want to. Not when you’re both so comfortable, and not even when you can hear footsteps passing outside the bedroom door on the way to the other rooms.

Shotaro falls asleep like that, and you drift in and out, but after a while your legs are cramping from lying in one position for so long, so you climb off him, rising from the bed and pulling his sheets up over his sleeping form.

By this point the house has fallen silent. You can hear someone snoring from one of the bedrooms. You’re thirsty and you need to pee, so after quickly pulling on one of Shotaro’s shirts, you tiptoe from his bedroom to the bathroom downstairs.

You’re in the kitchen a few minutes later, filling a glass with water when you hear the floor creak behind you.

Haechan stands there in the doorway, looking a little sleepy, like he’d fallen asleep on the sofa (since he doesn’t live in this house, but he often crashes in it like he does live here), but he looks a little too pleased to see you standing there. He folds his arms across his chest, leans against the doorway, looks you up and down, and smirks before he says, “So, you and our innocent Shotaro, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” probably wouldn’t work in this situation. Not when you’re standing in the kitchen in nothing but Shotaro’s shirt, hours after everyone else has left the house.

So you say nothing instead. You stare Haechan down as you drink your glass of water. You hold his gaze as too sit the glass down beside the sink, and as you walk towards him, just waiting for him to break first. Neither of you gives until you draw even with him in the doorway. Haechan smiles wider, looking away, rolling his head on his shoulders a little cocky as he says, “You know it was kind of a dead giveaway when you said your recent experience was being eaten out and then Shotaro confessed to all of us that he’s recently become a little not-virgin by eating pussy. And then, of course, there was the way that you were both constantly touching each other all night.”

Again, denial doesn’t work in this situation, not when there’s evidence presented immediately before him as well as more evidence from earlier in the evening.

“And so what?” You ask, holding your head high, not sparing Haechan a glance now. “Are you going to tell everyone?”

Haechan’s arm brushes yours, just a little nudge. “No. What would I gain from exposing the two of you? I’m just glad Shotaro’s finally made his move. He’s had a crush on you since the first time he met you. I thought his heart would’ve exploded that day you kissed him in front of us.”

You freeze completely.

He’s had a crush on you for that long? But you’ve known him for ages now, been friends for so long. And you had no idea about his actual feelings until earlier in the evening.

“You should go home, Haechan. Stop crashing on their couch.” You knock shoulders with him and continue through the doorway, across the living room towards the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah. Go crawl back in his bed!” He whisper shouts.

You flip him your middle finger, which just makes him laugh.

You do crawl back into Shotaro’s bed, and he opens his arms up to welcome you in. You snuggle in under the covers, wrinkling your nose a little when your leg brushes over a spot on the sheets that you feel must be where you wiped your cum-covered hand after the first part of the evening. Mentally, you make a note to remind Shotaro to wash his sheets tomorrow. But, for now, you rest your head on Shotaro’s pillow, and after a few moments, your breathing slows to match his as you fall back asleep in his arms.

a/n: should I write a part 3 to this? I’m sorry if this seems at all rushed, I was writing this on a lengthy car ride this weekend, and I really wanted to finish it before I reached my destination, so I hope it lived up to the expectations of that anon that requested a part 2 to my shotaro fic

#nct smut #shotaro smut #nct dream smut #nct fic #shotaro fic #I know he’s not in nct dream but that’s the closest unit that this fits #shotaro

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