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shotaro

hot n´ cold - smut, horror, ghostface! shotaro, stalking, murder, nOW THISSSS,,,, I wasn´t expecting to read about this side of him bc he´s just so cute bUT I can totally see the vision, it´s so good

eunseok

sungchan

wonbin

seunghan

sohee

anton

giving shotaro lil tummy rubs :(( 

shotaro comes back from a terrible day at practice, sweat still covered all over his body. all he wants is to cuddle in bed with you. you grab his things and place them on the couch. you drag him to the dining table to eat the meal you made for him. you know he is a hardworker so of course you needed to make him his favorite food.

when he’s done eating, you drag him again to the bathroom to give him a bath. he smiles at your caring parent personality. you were basically treating him like a little child that got home from taekwondo practice. you know he can do everything himself, but you enjoyed seeing him tiredly but cutely grinning while you blow dry his hair. he was your little baby

once you’re done cleaning him up, you get to the best part. cuDDLING!

the two of you plop in bed and just imagine shotaro letting out the softest snores as you lazily rub his tummy 😭 and when you stopped he would wake up again and be like “why did you stop :((( 🥺" 

you would coo at his cute lil whine then be like “alright sweetie go back to sleep” and you continued rubbing his lil tummy until the both of you fall into deep sleep.

kinda wanna just snuggle with shotaro

same. i just wanna talk with him and spoon him as he dozes off. i also wanna massage his scalp 😴

okay i just wanted to talk about sub!shotaro ONE MORE TIME 

I REALLY WANT TO PAT HIS BELLY LIKE WHY.  i made a drabble about giving him tummy rubs and i really want to talk about it again. i just want to kiss his little tummy and make him giggle because it tickles. 

or patting his lil belly after a meal and he goes “my belly is full (*´◡`*)”

Running 2 U (M)

Pairing: OC X Shotaro

Genre: PWP (lots of plot), Fluff, College AU

Warnings: Explicit Language

A/N: These mini series can be read however you want. This is Mini Chapter 1, so it came after Part 1, but if you read it after the end of the story you might notice things you wouldn't have otherwise…

A/N/N: Also, these are stand alone pieces! You don't have to read them at all, and you don't have to read HWTH to read them. You might not understand a few things, but I wrote them with the intention that you wouldn't have to.

Jisoo never really had any interest in dating anyone. She would always hang out with her girl friends, especially her childhood friend, who she ended up going to college with. 

But when she went to freshman orientation a month before school started, she met someone really cute, named Jaemin.  Jaemin was the average frat boy, funny, sociable, attractive. But of course, it was obvious that if she flirted with him that he'd only want sex. She kept him around as a friend, but it did mean she would never see him as more than that.

Jisoo developed a habit of calling Jaemin when she needed someone to hang out with and the girls were gone. Jaemin didn't want to introduce Jisoo to any of the other boys, since he saw her more like his little sister more than anything. However, every time they got drunk or high together, Jisoo would cry about how she wanted to find true love.

So, Jaemin decided to set up her and one of his friends.

It wasn't exactly planned, but Jaemin knew that Jisoo wanted to be treated tenderly and lovingly by a man, so he knew who to introduce Jisoo to…

Shotaro. Shotaro knew Jaemin was planning something, let's be real, Jaemin isn't exactly the best to hide his feelings. However, Shotaro wasn't exactly planning for his college experience to be like this…

Shotaro liked to hang out with Jaemin more than anyone else on campus. Since Shotaro was an international student and he didn't know many people, Jaemin became his go to for a source of entertainment.

Jisoo and Shotaro naturally met after a few weeks, since they both hung around Jaemin a lot. At first impression, Jisoo thought Shotaro was too weak and frail, not like a man. He acted like a baby otter, curious, giggly, and cute. Jaemin knew it would only be a matter of time before they started dating.

~

One night, when Jisoo was sleeping on Jaemin's couch…

"Psst! Hey! Jisoo! Wake up!" Shotaro shook Jisoo awake.

"What…" Jisoo sat up. 

"Let's get out of here. Jaemin told me Jeno's bringing a girl over so we gotta get out." Shotaro grabbed Jisoo's bag. "C'mon, you can sleep in my bed. It'll be more comfortable anyways."

Jisoo grabbed her glasses off the coffee table and put them on, then slid on her slippers. "Let's go. You can drive my car." Jisoo walked out of the room.

Shotaro fumbled around, looking for Jisoo's keys in her tote bag.

Jisoo sighed and took her bag back from Shotaro. "Here." She placed the keys in his hand. "Let's go see if we can find a midnight snack."

The two ended up at a convenience store. Jisoo and Shotaro both bought ramen.

"Hey, do you want some of mine? My dance team is making me diet." Shotaro looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

Jisoo tied her hair up into a bun. "What? Diet?" She slurped her ramen. "You should quit. You're already slim." 

Shotaro sighed, then took a bite. "I have to lose 2 pounds if I want to perform."

"Man, fuck them!" Jisoo took another giant bite, then sipped the broth, finishing her meal. "You're perfect.

Shotaro sighed. "You know what? You're right! I'm gonna eat."

"Good boy." Jisoo pet Shotaro's head as he ate.

"Stop treating me like a child." Shotaro blew on his noodles.

“Take it, it’s the closest you’ll get to my complimenting you.” Jisoo rolled her eyes. “So what do you know about the girl Jeno’s fucking?” “She’s hot. Giant titties. That’s about it.” Shotaro shrugged.

Jisoo felt a bit insecure. She didn’t have big titties, at least in her opinion. She knew her ass was nice, but she always wanted big breasts. Nonetheless, she wasn’t planning on ever sleeping with Jeno, so she didn’t care.

She sighed. “So typical.”

“What do you mean by that?” Shotaro asked in between sips of water.

“All men care about are big titties.” She scoffed. 

“Honestly, I’m more of an ass guy.”

Jisoo nearly spat out her food. "Why would you tell me that?"

Shotato shrugged. "I mean, yours is really nice."

Jisoo started choking. "Where is this all coming from?"

"Now you can stop treating me like a kid." 

Jisoo scoffed. "If you want me to so badly…" 

Shotaro finished his meal, then threw away his and Jisoo's trash. "Let's go home."

~

When they got to Shotaro's house, Jisoo went to lay on his couch.

"You can sleep on my bed." Shotaro pulled her up.

"Where are you gonna sleep then?" Jisoo sat up.

"Probably on the couch." Shotaro sat next to Jisoo.

Jisoo pushed him off the couch. "This is your house, sleep in your own bed."

"Nah, I'm fine." Shotaro hugged Jisoo. "Or we can sleep together."

"Sure, sleep with me. After all, you are just a kid." Jisoo went into Shotaro's room and laid down on the bed, Shotaro following her.

"Remember what I said about me saying your ass is nice?" Shotaro scoffed. "And you still wanna sleep with me?"

Jisoo laughed. "I know you won't do anything." Jisoo tied up her hair into a bun.

Shotaro climbed on top of Jisoo. "I'm a man too, you know." Shotato grabbed Jisoo's hand. "Your hands are so small compared to mine, you wouldn't even be able to defend yourself."

Jisoo pushed Shotaro off. "I don't see you as one."

Shotaro sighed, and took off his shirt. "Then it's fine to cuddle, then? After all, I'm not a man to you…"

Jisoo bit her lip, knowing she couldn't take back her previous statements. She flipped to lay on her side. "Fine! Whatever you want!"

Shotaro chuckled, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Sleep tight."

There was no way Jisoo would be able to sleep well in that position.

~

The next morning, Jisoo woke up alone, so she checked her texts.

i'm at dance practice. you can leave whenever you want, just text me before you leave. i'll be home around 2 if u wake up late. i made french toast if u want any.

It was currently 1, so she decided to just stay and wait for Shotaro.

i just woke up. i'll wait for u.

Jisoo went to the kitchen to eat. Surprisingly, Shotato was pretty decent at cooking. However, since Shotaro cooked for her, she decided to cook lunch for him. After all, she was majoring in culinary arts. She made grilled salmon and rice, since that's all Shotaro kept in the house.

She went to watch TV until Shotaro came home, but she stole one of Shotaro's shirts and boxers to make herself comfy. She smelt the scent of his cologne on the shirt, and she always knew that he took care of himself, but something about the way Shotaro treated her made her realize that he was actually very attractive. 

"Hey Jisoo, I'm home." The sound of the beeping door startled her.

"Hi Shotaro. Sorry, I stole your clothes, mine got sweaty." 

"Nah it's fine. Did you cook? It smells amazing."

Jisoo stood up and started to serve lunch. "Yep, grilled salmon, rice, miso soup, and pickled cucumber."

"You're amazing, I love you." Shotaro gave Jisoo a back hug and cuddled into her.

Jisoo pet his head, her face flushed. "Yeah, yeah, eat before it gets cold."

However, Shotaro didn't let go. "Let me hug you for a bit. It feels like you're my girlfriend."

"Shush, take me on a real date then we'll talk." Jisoo stepped away from Shotaro.

"Deal! I'll take you out to dinner tonight, how about that?" 

Jisoo kissed Shotaro's forehead. "Fine."

~ 

Jisoo had put in about 2 hours into her hair and makeup, but she would never admit that. She wore a plain dress, but made sure it was tight enough to where Shotaro could see her ass. She had her best lingerie on, despite never imagining she would fuck Shotaro.

Shotaro texted Jisoo.

i'm out front.

give me 5 more mins

Jisoo was still pacing around her dorm room.

"Ugh! I'm so stupid!" She ripped the earrings out of her ears and put them back into her jewelry box. "Fuck this." She shook her hair, the curls falling out of her hair.

coming

She ran out of the room, and went to Shotaro's car, which was parked in the student parking lot.

"Hey Ji." Jisoo sat in the passenger seat.

"Hi Sho." 

Shotaro placed his arm on the back of the seat Jisoo was sitting in so he could back out, and Jisoo felt butterflies in her stomach. She so desperately wanted this date to go well.

“So, we’re getting tonkatsu ramen, you okay with that?"

“Sounds good.” Jisoo fidgeted with her hair. "Whatever you want." ~

When they got to the restaurant, Shotaro told Jisoo to wait, then walked over to open the door for her. "Oh, wow, you're even acting nicer today!"  Jisoo stepped out of the car as Shotaro held her hand and he put his hand over the roof of the car so Jisoo wouldn't hit her head.

Even though Jisoo was acting snarky, the truth was that Jisoo felt nauseous from all the butterflies in her stomach. No man ever treated her so well, not even her father did something like that for her.

"It's just the bare minimum babe." Shotaro kissed the hand he was holding. "Trust me, I can do a lot better than that."

Jisoo giggled and pulled him into the restaurant. "Gosh, you're too much."

Shotaro pulled out her seat when they got their table. "So, I'm paying so you can order whatever you want." 

"With what money?" Jisoo laughed. "I can pay, it's fine."

"Your Dior modeling money probably doesn't pay as well as busking does. Just let me pay." Shotaro sighed.

"Fine, I'll pay next time." Jisoo pouted.

~

After they ordered, they chatted a bit about life. Jisoo is a model for Dior and a TikTok influencer. Shotaro works for a dance studio and does busking. 

When their food got served, Jisoo looked around her purse for a hair tie.

"Ugh! I'm so stupid, I can't believe I forgot something like this!"

"First of all, you're not dumb, secondly, let me do your hair."

Shotaro pulled out a slim box and opened it, and inside was a hair stick.

"Oh, Shotaro, it's beautiful." Jisoo touched it, the jade end and silver tassles sparking.

Shotaro stood behind Jisoo and started to tie her hair up. "Now I'm thankful that my mom forced me to learn how to do her hair when I was a kid." 

Shotaro's fingers grazed along her ears as he tied her hair up, giving Jisoo shivers. He was always so gentle with her, trying to keep her comfortable. He twisted her hair into a bun and stuck the stick in. Finally, he finished, and leaned over to give her a back hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I was going to give it to you after our date, but it seems you need it now." Shotaro sat back down.

Jisoo pulled out her phone and looked at herself. "You should do my hair everyday, I love it, thank you."

Shotaro smiled at her. "Of course. Now eat before your food gets cold."

Shotaro watched her eat. "Do you still not see me as a man?"

Jisoo choked a bit. "Um… I guess not anymore?"

"Can I be yours then?"

Jisoo laughed. "You already are."

~

Shotaro took Jisoo home after they finished eating. 

"Do you want to come to my room? My roommate isn't home…" Jisoo held onto Shotaro's sleeve.

Shotaro laughed. "You stop seeing me as a kid, and all of a sudden you wanna fuck?"

"Shush! Do you wanna or not?" Jisoo got out of the car.

Shotaro followed her. “I never said no.”

“Well, come with me then.”

“You really have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this with you.” Shotaro grabbed her hand and pushed her into her dorm.

Shotaro grabbed Jisoo by the back of her head and started to kiss her roughly. He started to push her into her bedroom and tossed her onto her bed.

"Only you would wear a tight dress on a first date." Shotaro pulled down the straps of Jisoo's dress, letting it fall off her.

"And only you would hook up with one of your best friends after one date." Jisoo unhooked her bra.

Shotaro slid off Jisoo's thong. "You're not just a friend anymore, though."

Jisoo laughed and cupped her hands on Shotaro's cheeks. "I can't believe you're doing this. I mean, I thought you would be submissive."

Shotaro laughed and kissed Jisoo. "Oh my God, you do realize I only acted innocent because you wanted me to?"

"What? I never said that!" Jisoo giggled as Shotaro pulled back.

"There was one time we all got drunk and you said you wanted a boy that would listen to you well! After that I tried to be good to you…" Shotaro started to look around Jisoo's room for a condom.

"Wait, I said that like, when we first met!" Jisoo rolled over and watched Shotaro. "Also, if you're looking for a condom, you don't need to use one, I'm on the pill."

Shotaro smirked and kneeled in front of Jisoo, then spread her legs open. "In that case, I won't hold back anymore."

Shotaro rubbed Jisoo's clit in order to make her a bit more sensitive. "How many fingers?"

Jisoo bit her lip, holding back her moans. "Huh?" She asked between ragid breaths.

Shotaro slipped a finger into her wet cunt. "How many fingers do you think I can fit inside you?" His index finger began exploring her.

"Um, maybe 2?" Jisoo's voice became higher pitched.

"I think you can take 4." Shotaro laughed. "Let's make a bet. If you can take 4 fingers, you'll let me cum inside you."

"You were always gonna cum inside me Sho." Jisoo giggled in between moans.

Shotaro slid two more fingers into Jisoo. "You know me so well."

"Shotaro! That's too much!" Jisoo tossed her head back and began pulling up the bedsheets.

"No, no." Shotaro's fingers were already completely covered in a creamy liquid, but he kept on pumping his fingers in and out, curling them up, anything. "You can still take one more. I know you can handle it, princess."

Jisoo started breathing heavier. "No, Sho, I'm gonna cum!"

Shotaro took his fingers out. "I didn't tell you that you could cum yet, did I?" Shotaro kissed Jisoo's cheek.

"Shotaro…" Jisoo groaned.

"Well, I guess we both lost." Shotaro laughed and kept kissing Jisoo.

"Ugh… Whatever, cum inside me anyways." Jisoo flipped onto her hands and knees.

Shotaro kissed Jisoo's shoulder. "Aw, you're no fun." He grabbed onto her hair and forced her to arch her back. "Good girl."

"Don't tease me…" Jisoo turned her head to look at Shotaro.

Shotaro teased Jisoo with his tip. "But you look so cute right now, so pretty."

Jisoo leaned her hips onto Shotaro's cock. "You're too much…"

Shotaro shoved Jisoo's head back down onto the pillow, then clicked his tongue. "C'mon, be a good girl!"

Jisoo groaned, unable to think of a response.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?" 

Jisoo nodded, despite her head still being under Shotaro's hand.

"Good."

And with that, Shotaro shoved his entire length into Jisoo.

Jisoo was far from a virgin. She lost her virginity her sophomore year of high school, and she was definitely known as the "campus whore". But even all that experience could not prepare her for Shotaro.

"Shotaro!" Jisoo moaned into the pillow. "Fuck, you're so big!"

Shotaro dug his fingers into Jisoo's hips, desperate moans emerging. "Fucking hell… so tight."

Shotaro collapsed onto Jisoo, his head on her shoulder, accidentally immediately cumming. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry Jisoo… I never… fuck."

"Is it that good?"

"Huh?" Shotaro mumbled, still worn out from his orgasm.

"Is my pussy that good?" Jisoo giggled, sitting up, simultaneously pushing Shotaro up. She turned around and faced him, his head falling back onto her shoulder.

Shotaro whined. "Let me fuck you some more."

Jisoo laughed. "Of course you have to fuck me more, I haven't even came once yet." Jisoo grabbed some lube out of her drawers and poured some onto Shotaro's still hard dick.

Shotaro shivered from the cold lube. "You don't need lube, you're wet enough."

"Yeah, no fucking way." Jisoo hovered over Shotaro's lap, facing him. "I might be wet, but your dick is still like, 9 inches."

"Don't underestimate me. I'm 10 inches." Shotaro slapped her ass.

"No way I believe that."

"Sit on it then. I wasn't even fully inside you when I fucked you." Shotaro smirked.

"Wait what? Why didn't you put it all inside me!" Jisoo pouted.

"Because I didn't want to break you." Shotaro played with the end of Jisoo's hair.

Jisoo quickly shoved Shotaro's entire length inside of her, and she immediately knew Shotaro wasn't lying. 

"Good girl. Always been such a good girl when it came to what I wanted…" Shotaro held onto Jisoo's hips as she slowly started to bounce up and down.

Jisoo bit her lip to keep her moans in.

"Faster."

Jisoo started to gradually increase her speed.

Shotaro dug her fingers into her hips. "You're so beautiful when you're on top."

"Shotaro…" Jisoo breathily moaned out.

"I know babe, you're doing well." Shotaro kissed Jisoo's hand.

"I wanna…"

"Wait until I say you can."

"Please… p-please…" Jisoo's moans started to get louder and more shaky. 

"Jisoo, I'm gonna-" 

Jisoo collapsed onto Shotaro's chest, feeling the warm, thick liquid flow inside her again, coming at the same time Shotaro did.

"Always been such a good girl." Shotaro brushed Jisoo's hair out of her face and kissed her until she fell asleep in his arms.

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐑𝐢𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

★ ot7 x fem!reader

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Shotaro

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

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

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

Shotaro's smile is immovable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll just ask Sungchan-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Fuck- no, Daddy."

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

His face is expressionless.

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

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

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

"Fuck, Channie-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "Boob Pic pls," ft. Hyung Line

ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize asking for boob pics

Cw: nsfw, established relationship, crack fic, humor, suggestive content

Maknae line vers.

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─── ⋆⋅Shotaro

─── ⋆⋅Eunseok

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

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

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

Much love, and Happy New Year!!!

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

𝗣𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁

Osaki Shotaro x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

None of those things happened.

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

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

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

He was not being unreasonable in his expectations.

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

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

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

“Taro, I have to tell you som-”

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

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

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

“Do I count as people?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He has a house. Try again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was being ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-Fuck Taro-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "Call me daddy," ft. Hyung Line

ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize asking you to call them daddy

Cw: nsfw, established relationship, crack fic, humor, suggestive content, daddy kink, kys jokes

Maknae Line vers.

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─── ⋆⋅Shotaro

─── ⋆⋅Eunseok

─── ⋆⋅Sungchan

݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "Have my baby," ft. Hyung Line

Ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize asking you for a baby

Cw: nsfw, +18, established relationship, crack fic, breeding kink

Maknae Line Vers

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─── ⋆⋅Shotaro

─── ⋆⋅Eunseok

─── ⋆⋅Sungchan

݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "What Position Yall In?" ft. Hyung Line

Ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize getting jealous

Cw: nsfw, +18, established relationship, crack fic, jealousy, possessiveness, slight toxic relationship

Maknae Line vers.

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─── ⋆⋅ Shotaro

─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

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

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

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

You had absolutely no excuse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was getting good…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course he did.

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

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

“Did you hear that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can say murders," you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything feels so particularly heavy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very surprising that you like him…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Immaculate and deified?"

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Complete and unadulterated fear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dreams Do Come True

rated: 18+ MDNI

★ fem!reader x wonbin

the usual friday movie night ends unexpectedly in another direction for you and wonbin...

COMING SOON

Dreams Do Come True

Rated: 18+ mdni

★ Author's note: i'm sorry for making y'all wait so long forgive me please❤️ this is my first writing piece since a very long time so bear with me... I'm not really satisfied with this it's why I kept delaying releasing it

english is also not my first language! so if you anything grammatically wrong don't hesitate to correct me🧡

★ wonbin x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.7k

summary: movie night goes in an unexpected direction for you and Wonbin

warnings: swearing, lots of kissing, fingering, cum play, cum eating, penetration...

★

This is not how you imagined the usual movie night would end…left alone with wonbin you squirmed uncomfortably on your seat. Wonbin who sat the end of couch gave you a quick look which you didn't even notice. He let the sound of the TV make the only noise in the room before speaking out. He noticed you were slightly shivering worrying if you were feeling cold.

"I could turn the heat up if you want."

"No I'm alright."You replied before turning your attention back to the film playing in front of you.

From your peripheral vision you could glimpse wonbin moving closer and soon you felt a warmth around you as he wrapped his arms around you. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't feel cold."

You were sure he could hear your heartbeat if not it was your unsteady breathing. You weren't really close to him nevertheless this close. It's something you were longing for the longest time. This closeness. Only one person knew you had this admiration for wonbin and it was anton, who promised never to tell. Somehow wonbin knew.

How could he not though?

Everytime he was in the room you turned all flustered, your cheeks would heat up and you didn't dare to look in his direction. He found you endearing and wanted to approach you, become close with you and spoil you. He kept his distance though. Today he's got you all alone. He might be tempted to try.

He cooed as you murmured a small thanks and let your head fall on his chest. Breathing in your lavender shampoo he tried hard to restrain himself.

"Hey ___?" His gentle voice he used with you made you look up to him. He was so close to you, his lips just above yours. You felt your insides turn. He was just so beautiful…and so he thought about you.

"When was the last time you kissed someone?" The question let your cheeks heat up not expecting that. Your last kiss was a long time ago, it was anton too. It was just a silly little kiss between you two a few years ago. You were young and in middle school.

"Would you mind if we kissed right now?"Your heart stilled, mind not being able to function as you repeated his question in your head more times than needed. When would you ever get the chance for this to happen again?

"We don't have to, I just really wanna kiss you,"He could've put his lips on you as soon as you looked up but he asked you. With your heartbeat beating into your ears you answered back giving him permission to put his lips on you.

Like predicted his lips were pillow soft and so gentle with you. He held your face in his hand bringing more force into the kiss. His tongue run a line on your lower lip before biting into it and pulling away leaving you stunned.

"So soft", wonbins finger traced your lips with his thumb. He went through in his head what the next scenario would be - should he go further?

"princess do you wanna sit on my lap, make yourself more comfortable",his eyes scanned your face for any discomfort not finding any.

He held your smaller hands in his helping you climb on him. From there he resumed your kiss this time it was a little more demanding, spit dripping down your chin as you tried to keep with him before giving up as his warm tongue entered your cavity of your mouth. Your tongues tangled up then went back to exploring. Wonbin shifted in his place trying to control the growing boner in his pants.

"Are you okay?" You asked into the kiss.

"Yeah I'm alright,"He replied dropping his head to your neck. He started with small pecks there before his tongue came into play sucking in a particular spot. That's when you felt a sensation down there. You could feel rubbing yourself on your own wetness. But you weren't the only one feeling some type of way. The throbbing feeling of wonbins cock underneath you was not subtle at all.

"Princess, should we take this to my room?" You were sure if you opened your mouth not a single coherent sentence would come out so you gave him a nod. Your mind was hazy, your attention split on different things to how your bodies were pressed against one another to his lips finding his way back to your neck as he carried you to his shared room with one of his friends. Luckily they all decided to leave, leaving you two alone in the dorms.

A messy kiss was shared as wonbin let you on your own two feet leading you further into his room till you fell onto his soft mattress. His body hovered over you trying not to crush you and there you felt it. His growing hard cock pressing right into your cunt. Wonbin let a groan out when he felt your hand wander between your bodies grabbing right at his erection. He swore if he didn't let his dick out in any minute it would burst.

"getting braver are we?"he muttered under his breath.

"I need you to," you panted, "take these off.”

With no hesitation wonbin worked on getting his pants off ordering you to do the same. In no time you felt one another's skin, warmth spreading throughout the room feeling closer than ever. Breathing intensifies as you feel him pressing right on you, no clothes standing in the way. Wonbin grabbed his cock before taking your hand, leading it right at it and wrapping it around it.

"That's right just move your hand like that."He let go of guiding you seeing you didn't need any further help. his mind was spinning, cock hard as a rock with your hand attached to it. He was visibly throbbing in your hand, drops of precum dropping on your belly. You followed along the lines of the veins pulsing on the side of his cock. More droplets of precum found their way on your stomach as you played with his angryily red tip. A weak spot. Wonbin let his lips wander, finding its way to your earlobe. His teeth held onto your skin before letting it go, finishing it over with a lick of his warm tongue. Oh how he wished he had it in other places.

"I need to prep you princess, is that okay?" wonbin muttered against your lips. You hummed giving him the green light to let his fingers trail down. One swipe was enough to have his fingers soaked in your juices.

He wanted to have you badly on his tongue, drenching him, having you scream his name at the top of your lungs till you succumbed to your orgasm. But he saved that up for another time.

He hopes another time like this would come knowing it would be almost impossible with everyone else being around here 24/7. It's like you eight were attached to the hip. For once in his life he found that frustrating.

"Argh…wonbin please," you groaned. His index finger slowly entered your soppy cunt. Wonbin hissed at your walls hugging his finger perfectly tightly. You pulled him with quickness into a deep sensual kiss tangling your tongue together as you tried to contain yourselves from moaning into each other's mouth - unsuccessfully. You are both a mess.

Filthy wet noises from his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room.

"Need to be inside of you"He moaned. Abruptly you were turned on your stomach having him pressed against your back. His tip prodded on your entrance making you curse under breath.

Until you remembered…

"Condom!"

Wonbin pulled away from you hearing that. You reached your arm to the bedside table getting a pack and passed it to him behind. Relaxed, you laid back to your previous position feeling a tap on your butt. You mentally prepared yourself to have him inside of you. Wonbin was gifted in width & length and he seemed to know how to put it to use. It's what got him partners from his previous relationships keep coming back to him. They swore they wouldn't get it any better from anyone else which boosted wonbins ego a little bit.

"Why are you so tight doll…oh fuck."

You bit into the pillow under you as he adjusted his length. Wonbins hand grabs onto your tit squeezing the flesh in his hand before pulling his cock out of you to ram back into you. This time you couldn't help but let out a scream. Wonbin couldn't be helped either, he was a hot mess driving any sounds out of himself. He groaned into your ear as his balls hit your clit each time he railed into you with no halt.

The squeaky sound of the bed mixed with the wet clapping sounds of your bodies halled in the apartment.

"My sweet baby girl you're so good to me," he moaned. "Are you going to let me cum on your tummy hm?"

The thought of his seed splattered on your belly had you going crazy. You hummed in response. It was nearing the end, feeling yourself combust any minute with wonbins dick pulsing inside. He too couldn't keep it any longer and soon you felt him throb even more. He pulled the condom off, turned you on your back finishing off on your stomach. You cleaned his cum stained fingers clean before he shoved his tongue down your throat as he messed with the cum on your belly smearing it anywhere on your body. When you pulled off the kiss only a string of saliva connected you two.

…

After all the work up you needed to relax which Wonbin sensed. So he run you a bath, massaged your tense shoulders and lastly gave you a head message. With changed bed sheets you both drifted off pretty quickly.

NCT members who I think have a Dumbification kink

This list includes: Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin, Hendery, Renjun, Jaemin, Haechan, Shotaro, Chenle and Jisung

❃ Taeil

Taeil was shocked himself when he realised he had this kink, he only knew he did the day you completely unraveled in front of him, tears falling from your eyes, nails digging into his arms and constant whines and whimpers leaving your lips. He slowed down to see if you were okay but it only made you more of a mess, but the second he saw you struggling to tell him to keep going was the second he realised how much he loved that side of you.

You were cock drunk, nothing could have made you feel the way Taeil’s cock did. The way he drilled his cock into you made your whole body shake, your eyes struggling to stay opens a few stray tears fell from them. “My sweet baby is all fucked out isnt she?” His tone was soft, it was a complete contrast to how he was treasure your body in that moment “Bet she can’t think of anything other than my cock”

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❃ Yuta

Yuta is as sadistic as a man can get, even if you’re fucked out of your mind he’ll still fuck with you. He’ll do anything he can to make you struggle, seeing you with teary eyes and shaky legs is one of his favourite sights and he just can’t get enough of it.

“You wanted it so now you have to do it yourself” Yuta’s eyes flickered down to your body, his hands resting behind his head as he watched you ride him, your hands on his chest to try to steady yourself but it wasn’t working, you were a wreck. “Besides, how am I meant to know you’re struggling if you can’t tell me” You parted your lips to speak but all that came out was a shaky moan, your hips grinding against his as by now your legs had given out and it’s all you could do to see feel him move inside of you “Silly girl thinking I would help you, I guess you really are cock dumb”

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❃ Doyoung

Evil was one thing, but Doyoung was far past the bar that was set. He has the most sinful obsession with your whines, especially the ones you make when you can’t get anything else out. The desperation and need that is held behind them makes him laugh, he could never understand how someone so sweet could be so cock obsessed.

“Would you be embarrassed if someone saw you right now? Crying over how much you love my cock” You whomped at his words, his cock pressing deeper inside of you with every sharp thrust “Maybe I should invite some people over so they can see the real you, I know how much you would enjoy that” It would be embarrassing, but you also couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him to fuck you silly in front of his friends and the way you clenched around him only proved his point to him. He laughed “Tell me who you want and I’ll let them sit in one time, I’d love for my friends to know how you’d do anything for me to fuck you”

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❃ Jaehyun

Jaehyun is a relatively simple man, he likes to fuck whenever he can but one thing that really gets him isn your ass. He knows when you want him, the way you wear shorter skirts or nothing under his shirts so you can bend over to pick something up right in front of him. Those are the times he ends up fucking you stupid.

Jaehyun’s hands held your waist as he fucked you, pressing the front of your body against the wall as he had your skirt push up your body and your panties to the side. You couldn’t even begin to create any single thought in your head, you were so taken by the pleasure, you were a mess. “You always so this” You shivered at his voice, his lips right next to your ear “Always wearing such slutty things around me, I know this was your plan, I know you wanted me to do this so I could feed you my cock, you need it to survive don’t you? Whore”

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❃ Winwin

Winwin had control over you that he would never give to anyone else, he couldn’t count how many times he’d came to the memories of you being so sweet and ready to do anything for him. He was weak for the way all you could focus on was his cock, the way you didn’t care about any of your surroundings when you wanted him. It made him laugh thinking about it.

“It’s cute how willing you are to give everything up to get fucked” His lewd words only increased the intensity of the fire that was burning inside of you “Always so cute when your eyes roll to the back of your head when I ask you a question, it’s like your searching for answers that you know you’re not going to get because there’s nothing in their but thoughts about getting fucked”

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❃ Hendery

He finds it endearing when you try to distract him when he’s doing things, especially when he knows you only want his attention so he’ll fuck you. It’s entertaining to him that you’re prepared to get his attention just so he’ll give you what you want. But it’s never that easy, after you get your attention you’ll think he’s going to give you exactly what you want, but of course that doesn’t happen.

“Stay still” Hendery’s fingers moved across his keyboard as he typed something on his computer, you whined into his neck as you sat on his cock. You had thought that you had won, that you were going to get what you craved so desperately but that didn’t happen. At first he let you fuck yourself on his cock whilst he worked but once he noticed how fucked out you had gotten he made you stop, liking the way you tried to subtle grind your hips against him and whined into his neck. “If you keep moving angel I won’t fuck you at all and I know how heartbreaking that would be for you”

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❃ Renjun

Renjun is harder to read than the others, you can never be sure of what his next move is. When he has you with your face pressed into the mattress you can always guess that he’ll fuck you like that until he’s satisfied but it doesn’t always work out the way you expect. He has a thing for fucking you dumb and then out of no where making you do the work.

You whined as Renjun’s hips stilled, you could hear him laugh as you tried to lift up to look at him behind you, but he stopped you by pressing your face back against the mattress “No, you’re gonna fuck yourself back against me and show me why you deserve it” Your breathing was shaky but your movements were desperate, you wanted him to know how badly you wanted him and evidently it worked “such a cock drunk slut”

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❃ Jaemin

One word. Obsessed. Nothing quite gets to Jaemin the way fucking you dumb does, simply having you under him losing your mind just makes him want to ruin you even more. He often uses it with fake sympathy, something about giving you the false security that you actually believe makes him feel powerful. Jaemin enjoys feelings as if he has power over you and during those nights he knows that he does.

“Too much baby? Do you want me to take it easy on you?” Jaemin said, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he laughed at you nodding. “No baby, you can take it, I can feel how eagerly you’re sucking me in” You whined at his words, Jaemin only smiled more at your struggle to react. “If you want me to be gentle you have to tell me, verbally” He was mean, but you both were well aware that the last thing you wanted was for him to be gentle with you, even with how brain dead you felt you still knew you wanted to him to take you like this. “Sweet baby too cock desperate to reply, I always knew you loved to be fucked silly”

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❃ Haechan

Haechans favourite thing is fucking you dumb, having you so fucked out and drunk on his cock and he will never hide his adoration for it. He likes to degrade you, that’s his way of showing how much he’s enjoying himself, throws in the filthiest words whilst fucking you. He thinks the shock of your face is the best way to see you begin to crumble under him.

“It seems like the only thing you use to think is your dumb cunt, too focused on thinking about my cock whilst we were around my friends. Are you embarrassed? If I were in your position I’d be embarrassed” Of course he would be, but there’s a reason you’re in the position instead of him. “I should probably train you to be less reliant on my cock to satisfy you but, I like the way you’re slowly turning into my toy, so stupid and desperate for my cock”

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❃ Shotaro

Given his soft outer nature, not everyone would expect for Shotaro to be into something so crude and intense and he likes it like that. He likes it especially when he gets to see the shock form on your face with how rough he can get with you. He is big on your reactions being the thing to tell him how quickly you’re sinking, the way your eyes close and your lips part, how nothing but strings of whines and moans leave you whilst you dig your nails into his skin. He wants to have you so fucked out that the only way you can communicate with him is through physical signs.

Shotaro’s eyes were focused on your face, you felt yourself begin to unravel under his gaze. His hips not faltering as your breath got caught in your throat. “Do you want to cum?” You moaned at his question, trying to speak but nothing else coming out, he laughed “of course you, dumb little things like you only ever have one thing on their mind”

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❃ Chenle

Chenle is mean, he likes being mean. He likes to watch your face fall when you think he’s going to give you what you want, and the panic on your face when he slows down or stops what he’s doing and tells you to beg. He’ll purposely tell you to do it knowing you’re going to struggle to speak to him, seeing you struggling is one of his favourite sights. Seeing you such a wreck tends to make him rougher too, he just can’t help himself but do everything in his power to leave you completely ruined.

“Awh, too much for you baby? I thought you could take me? You’ve done it so many times before” His cock stretched always stretched you out so well, the stretch alone was enough to completely shut off your brain “Girls like you deserve to get fucked like this, you love it how I can take away all your independence with just my cock, so pathetic and sweet of you”

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❃ Jisung

Jisung likes things that fuel his ego and fucking you dumb is one thing that really inflates his ego. He’s so attentive when he watches you, wants to see the exact moment that you fall apart because of him. There’s something so beautiful about the way you can barely speak anything but his name, the way it comes from your lips in such a beautiful melody too, he’s obsessed.

“Look at me” He only said it because he knew you could barely open your eyes. “If you don’t look at me I’ll stop” You panicked at his threat, your eyes barely opened for a second before they had closed again, the way he was fucking you had you struggling to control yourself. You felt his hand grab your chin, your eyes shot open when his hips slowed down “I know you want to be fucked silly doll, but do I really have to walk you through everything? Are you that dumb that you can’t do anything by yourself, hm?”

attention | shotaro

shotaro had countless of girls running after him, but his eyes were always on you

genre: smut

content: fem!reader, college au, innocent!reader, dom!shotaro, slight corruption kink, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex

word count: 2.5k

author lin

You could never understand why Shotaro was interested in you. There were plenty of other girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the most popular guys on the campus, several girls thirsting in his comments whenever he uploaded on Instagram or posted another dance video. You, on the other hand, were nobody. You went to your classes, got decent grades and stayed out of anyone's way. You barely dated anyone, you never went to any big college parties and you were lucky enough to have, like, two close friends.

And yet, despite being practically a ghost, Shotaro always took notice of you. He always smiled at you when he passed you in the corridor. He always greeted you and asked you how you were doing whenever he got the chance. He was always a little flirty, but you didn't think much about that. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but your friends always seemed to think he wanted more with you. And you being the anxious, inexperienced hermit that you were, you chose to push aside that possibility.

"He's looking at you again." Sungchan hummed, his eyes glancing over your shoulder as he sipped his milkshake.

"What else is new?" Xiaojun chuckled, "So when are you just gonna give him some of that cooch-"

"Oh my God, shut up!" You whined, your face heating up.

"Sorry baby." Xiaojun giggled as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

Shotaro was attractive, and even that word wasn't nearly enough to describe him. There was a clear reason why so many people were obsessed with him. So to have him give you any kind of attention boggled your mind. Then it didn't help that Xiaojun had been feeding you ideas that Shotaro desperately wanted to get in your pants. You couldn't come to terms with that and Xiaojun thought that was the funniest thing ever.

"He's coming over here." Sungchan announced nonchalantly.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened as you quickly looked over your shoulder and lo and behold, Shotaro was making his way over to your table with that charming grin on his face.

"Hey everyone." Shotaro's cute voice filled your ears as he stood near you, resting his hands on the edge of the table. His brown locks were curly and messily hanging over his face. His cologne immediately engulfed your senses, you thought you were getting lightheaded.

"Hey Taro," Xiaojun grinned mischievously, "what brings you here?"

"I was hoping I could talk to Y/n for a bit." Shotaro's gaze landed on you, that smirk on his face making you shift in your seat.

"Me?" 

"You seem shocked?" Shotaro giggled adorably.

"She's just playing dumb," Xiaojun said, nudging you, "you know you always make her shy."

"Oh, do I?"

"Dejun…" You muttered threateningly, shooting a glare at Xiaojun.

"She thinks you're hot." Sungchan piped in bluntly and you had to stop yourself from launching yourself across the table to hit him.

An unfathomable amount of heat rushed to your face as you heard the amused laughter leave Shotaro's lips. You wanted to crawl into a hole and let it swallow you completely. You wanted all three of them to disappear because the embarrassment was unbearable.

"Well… I have a dance performance tomorrow night so I was hoping you'd come and watch me." Shotaro pondered, the offer directed right at you as he leaned closer and tilted his head to the side.

"Uh… um…"

"She'll be there." Xiaojun answered for you.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow." Shotaro nodded, sending you a cheeky wink before walking away.

…..

The next afternoon arrived much too quickly for your liking. Xiaojun had given you numerous pep talks in the past few hours, letting you know that it was a good idea for you to take this opportunity. Shotaro was a nice guy who was interested in you, what was there to be worried about? Well, except for the fact that you were quite inexperienced and you didn't want him to think that you were too pathetic for him. You weren't a virgin, but you knew for sure that his body count was mountains higher than your measly grand total of that one boyfriend you had for a year. You were a shy person by nature, he was charming and confident. It was intimidating.

You decide to dress up nice, spritz a little bit more perfume than usual and put some effort in your makeup. You arrived at the hall where the recital was taking place, slipping into one of the empty seats. The small venue was filled with other students, you took notice of Shotaro's group of fangirls squealing in the front row. After a few minutes, the lights in the hall dimmed and a few lamps lit up the stage. Shotaro and his dance crew ignited the stage, the performances making the audience go wild.

You couldn't take your eyes off Shotaro. He was dressed in black techwear and a bucket hat, but you made him out immediately by that smile on his face. His movements were so fluid, so natural. He hit every beat and it was obvious that he knew how good he was. He was cocky and confident and it showed in the way he smirked and stuck his tongue out. You felt your throat grow dry, your hands fidgety and your body growing hot.

The performance finally ended with a roaring applause from everyone as the crew bowed in gratitude before rushing off the stage. Once the lights in the venue came back on you made your way out with the crowd. It was cold outside, the wind nipping against your warm skin. Some of the dancers began exiting the venue as well, being greeted and congratulated by their friends. From some distance away, you saw Shotaro exiting the building, his bucket hat discarded, his messy hair clinging to his sweaty forehead and his duffle bag on his shoulder. He was immediately bombarded by his group of admirers, shouting about his performance.

You took that as your cue to leave. He was clearly going to be kept busy by his fans and friends, there was no way he'd even remember that he invited you to the show. So you turned on your heels and began walking away from the crowd.

"Y/n!" Shotaro's voice made you halt dead in your tracks.

You turned back to look and your heart did a somersault when you saw him jogging towards you, that bright smile on his face and his eyes only on you. Once he reached you, he placed his arm over your shoulders.

"You actually came!" He beamed, opting to walk with you in the same direction you were leaving.

"Y-your performance was great." You replied shyly, unable to make eye contact with you.

"Thank you," Shotaro gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "you wanna go back to my place?"

"H-huh?" You probably looked like an idiot, gaping up at him while he just giggled.

"My place? We can go hang out…" Shotaro shrugged, "are you always this… innocent?"

"N-no, I just didn't hear what you said." You lied with a gulp.

"You're a bad liar," Shotaro surprised you with a peck on your cheek and you felt like your body was on fire, "but you're so cute."

The rest of the walk to Shotaro's dorm was concluded in silence. He led you inside, briefly greeting his roommates that were either raiding the kitchen or watching a movie with the volume obnoxiously loud. Soon enough you were being escorted to his room, Shotaro closing and locking the door behind him. You shyly sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Shotaro threw his bag aside, stripping himself of his jacket to reveal his toned arms.

"Do you want to listen to some music? Or watch something?" Shotaro asked as he opened up the laptop on his desk.

"Music… is fine." You replied in a low voice, your body still frozen in your spot.

"Alright," Shotaro hummed, putting on one of his soft playlists before climbing onto his bed, his back rested against the headboard, "you know… you don't have to be so shy with me."

"It's just… I'm not used to this." You admitted quietly.

"Not used to what?" Shotaro crawled closer to you until he was sitting next to you, "being in a guy's room? Having a guy… flirt with you?"

You nodded.

"Y/n… if it makes you uncomfortable you can tell me, okay?" Shotaro insisted, all hints of playfulness gone.

"No, no, it's okay," You gulped, playing with your fingers, "I like it…"

"Really?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head to look at you, "what exactly do you like?"

"I… I like the attention… from you." You mumbled, keeping your head low.

"Oh? So my baby likes attention?" Shotaro tucked his fingers under your chin to lift your head to look at him, "but aren't you too innocent for me?"

"I'm not innocent." You breathed out, the way he looked at you sending the arousal right to your core.

"Really? But you act like such a good girl," Shotaro leaned in until his lips were so dangerously close to yours, his breath brushing against your skin, "you should show me how you're not innocent…"

His lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss, you had to hold onto his shoulders to support yourself. His fingers danced down your body until his hands found refuge on your hips. He bit your bottom lip, getting more turned on by the sound of the shocked gasps and moans that got stuck in your throat. He tugged you into his arms before laying on your back against the mattress, his body hovering over you.

"Taro…" Your breathing hitched as he lips moved to your neck, sucking and nipping at the warm skin.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you pay so much attention to me?" You asked, your fingers lacing through his hair halting his actions.

"You're cute, Y/n," Shotaro planted a kiss on your neck before lifting his head to look up at you, "I like you, nothing more complicated than that."

"You're not gonna just fuck me then throw me aside?" You frowned.

"Never," Shotaro pecked you on your lips, "so why do you enjoy my attention so much?"

"I… I just like you."

"Good." Shotaro smirked.

Shotaro pulled his shirt over his head and chucked it aside, grinning at the way you just stared at his body, unable to hide the shyness on your face. His warm hands snuck under your top, tugging the material off. Your arms instinctively went up to cover your chest, your body flushed while Shotaro just giggled at your actions.

"I thought you weren't innocent?" He teased, his fingers wrapping around your wrists to gently release your arms.

"I-I'm not… it's just that the one guy I was with… it was dark… and quick." You spoke hesitantly, shifting nervously under Shotaro's gaze.

"So… he didn't make you feel good like this?" Shotaro gave you an innocent smile before planting a kiss right between your breasts, his hand sneaking down to run a finger over your jean-covered womanhood.

"N-no." You shuddered under his touch, unconsciously bucking your hips up for more.

"Okay baby, I promise I'll make you feel better than he did." Shotaro whispered as he pulled down the straps of your bra, reaching behind you to unhook the garment.

Once your torso was exposed for him, he latched his mouth onto one of your boobs, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple before moving to the other one. He trailed wet kisses down your chest and abdomen, his hands softly kneading your breasts. He halted at the waistband of your jeans, quickly planting a kiss on your clothed core which made your body jolt in shock. That damn smile never left his face, completely amused by your sweet reactions.

He sat up to unbutton your pants and help you out of them. He immediately leaned over to tug your underwear down. Your body was flushed with embarrassment as you pressed your legs shut, Shotaro's lustful eyes devouring your every curve. 

"Don't worry baby." He cooed, beckoning you to spread your legs for him.

When you finally obliged, Shotaro positioned himself on his tummy and his face was directly in front of your core. You knew you were embarrassingly aroused for him when he smirked up at you before littering little butterfly kisses over your thighs. His breath fanned over your heat before you felt his tongue swipe over your mound and shock ran through your body. He wasted no time sucking on your sensitive bud, edged on by your whimpers and moans of inexplicable pleasure. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before.

He inserted a finger into your core and you gasped in surprise, unable to comprehend the double stimulation. Once you were relaxed enough, Shotaro added another finger, until he was pumping three fingers in and out of you and you were a squirming mess under him, unable to hold back the loud mewls and whines that escaped you. You quickly came undone and Shotaro continued to ride out your high with his fingers. 

He came to kiss your lips, removing his hand from you to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. He moved away to discard the rest of his clothing and you bit down on your lip at the sight of his nude figure, your heartbeat quickening. He climbed back onto the bed to position himself in between your legs, reaching over to his desk to pull out a condom from the drawer. He ripped open the packet with his teeth before pushing the condom over his member.

"Wanna try something more fun?" He grinned sweetly down at you.

"Hmm?"

"Lie down on your tummy, baby." Shotaro stated and you complied almost immediately.

"Such a good girl." He hummed before his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you up slightly, bending your knees so that your ass stuck up for him. His words made you shudder with pleasure.

His hands roamed over your soft skin while you felt his member rubbing against your entrance. Shotaro's hands held on your hips as he entered your heat, your fingers gripping onto the pillow under your head as you gasped in pleasure. His movements were slow at first, letting you get used to the stretch, before thrusting faster. His hips rolled so fluid and natural, just like how he did on the stage earlier. He grunted with each thrust, reaching his hand forward to stimulate your clit.

Your orgasm quickly built up again and you came undone, your body collapsing onto the bed as Shotaro continued to rock his hips against you, chasing his own orgasm. With one last grunt, Shotaro reached his climax and his body rested on top of yours. You both laid there in silence, breathing heavily. Shotaro rolled off you, laying flat on his back next to you. He turned his head to the side and gave you a cheeky smile that made your heart flutter.

"So um… this really isn't a one time thing?" You asked shyly, nuzzling your face into the pillow as Shotaro chuckled lightly.

"Of course," he snickered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I've still got so much more to show you.."

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.

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