#01zfan: shotaro

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date night | o. st

husband!shotaro x fem. reader | 6.5k words

shotaro as the yearning, doting, loving husband, and good father…yes i died three times writing this. wonhee from illit is the babysitter bc she’s so cutie.

contains: unprotected sex, reader is tipsy, daddy & mommy said once

the place had ceilings way above your heads, the suspended chandeliers illuminated the scene in front of him. the sound in the restaurant was as gentle as the lighting, the low chatter of conversation and the sound of metal clanking against plates filled the air. 

the food on the table looked deserving of a michelin star, fresh from the kitchen and neatly organized on the candlelit table. every dish seemed meticulously crafted and carefully made like the large paintings that hung on the walls. you didn’t know how to pronounce the food, shotaro watched you point to the dishes you wanted on the menu. shotaro watched your eyes look up to the waiter with a shy smile on your face after he repeated the dish back to you. shotaro was locked into the look on your face, how happy you were that the food looked good. you were excited but you still hesitated, missing the utensil you needed. shotaro could see he gears turning in your mind as you debated on reaching for a spoon. before he could help you, he saw your hand go for the water instead.

as you drank your water, a waiter clad in a white suit came by. he came from behind shotaro, holding the fancy bottle of red wine that shotaro requested over the phone. he was quick, pouring the wine into your glass first. before servicing shotaro the waiter nodded quickly in response to your grateful thank you. 

you set your water glass down, clearing your throat while looking at the other wine glass fill up. the red wine splashed in, circling the large base of the glass before filling. the pour came as second nature to the waiter, barely sparing a glance as he filled the glass with the exact same amount as yours.

“enjoy your meal.” the waiter said, bowing one last time before leaving.

when the waiter walked away, you looked around the restaurant again. shotaro saw your eyes wonder, how you chewed the inside of your cheek watching other people eat their food. you even watched the waiter for a moment, following his weaving through the tables. shotaro heard your thanks over and over again, how excited you were to eat the food that was getting cold right in front of you. shotaro lifted his wine glass, causing your attention to go back to him. you reached for the water first, before going to the wine glass and clinking your glass against shotaro.

“cheers.” shotaro said.

“cheers.” you said quietly back.

you took a sip of the red wine, a surprised smile coming across your face as the cherries and hints of black pepper coated your tongue. shotaro nodded, happy he was able to choose a wine you’d like. 

“it’s tasty.” you say.

you set the glass down, half of it already gone. shotaro tries to think the last time you were able to have a drink, the last time you let loose. 

“have as much as you’d like.” shotaro says.

the pleasant taste of the wine is forgotten by you in a second. shotaro sees the crease in your eyebrows, the one that he wants to reach across the table to rub out with his thumb. you chew the inside of your cheek again as you try to sneak a quick glance to your phone. 

“wonhee would’ve called if there was something wrong.” shotaro assures you.

you looked back up again quickly, moving so fast it made the wine in your glass ripple. shotaro was already looking at you, smile on his face because he caught you redhanded.

“you know sometimes my phone doesn’t vibrate when i get a call.” you said.

“that’s why you turned the sound on.” shotaro grabbed a fork on his side, taking it out from the napkin before putting it on your side of the table. “that’s why i turned on mine too.” he said.

shotaro took his napkin and spread it out, placing it on his lap. you followed him, the temptation to call your babysitter for the third time that night eating away at you. you had already called once to make sure wonhee knew your daughter was supposed to go to sleep. the second was to make sure wonhee cut up her food into small enough pieces. shotaro could see you think for another reason to call wonhee. 

“do you think wonhee remembered to lock the doors?” you asked.

shotaro nodded, reaching for his knife and fork to start cutting at the meat on his plate. you put your hand on the table, tapping silently with your finger to try and think of something else to freak out about. shotaro had cut up a piece of his food while you still tapped at the table.

“your food is going to get cold.” shotaro said, pointing his knife at your plate.

“i don’t think i’m hungry anymore.” you looked away from the plate, smiling to yourself at how ridiculous you sounded. “we should go home.”

shotaro’s hand reached across the table, letting his hand rest on top of yours. he left a space in between his fingers to let your diamond peak through, and he positioned his hand where you could see your initials engraved on his wedding band. you only looked at the pretty sight in front of you for a second before looking up to shotaro. he had a gentle smile on his face as he tightened his hand that rested over yours.

“baby. we haven’t had time for just the two of us since the baby was born.” you nod your head when you hold eye contact with shotaro. both of you know this was needed, just the ability to spend time with eachother. “try to enjoy your food. there’s that dessert you like here and we can call wonhee on the way home?” shotaro says.

he can see you visibly be swayed at the offer of calling wonhee on the way home. for the rest of the dinner you eat your food and you two catch up, so amazed you had little time to talk about life while caring for a newborn. shotaro can feel himself fully relax and enjoy the night when you stop nervously peaking towards your phone, and his food tastes a little better when he sees you eat. he even indulges himself in the too sweet dessert after seeing how much you enjoyed it. you pace yourself on the red wine, only having two glasses. 

neither of you took into account your low tolerance. after paying for dinner and leading you out of the restaurant shotaro has to have a hand on the small of your back to keep you steady in the parking lot.

when shotaro eased you into the passenger seat you were bubbly, and when he reached across your body to buckle you in he felt you press a quick peck to his cheek. shotaro started smiling and laughing shyly, feeling his face get hot. when he looks at you again you’re smiling ear to ear looking at him.

“what’s up?” shotaro asks.

you pinch his cheek and kiss him again, and shotaro knows you can see the pink splay across his cheeks.

“why are you turning red?” you ask.

he feels a smile on his face too despite not knowing why. that was a terrible habit of his when you came around. he always found himself smiling profusely for no reason at all as long as he saw you were doing the same thing. all shotaro can do is shake his head and pretend like he is not blushing profusely just from two kisses.

when shotaro gets in the car and pulls out of the parking lot, your eyes are low and sleepy as you speak.

“i’m so grateful for you.” shotaro looks away from the road again to look at your skin shine underneath the passing lights. “we really needed this.” you say.

you lean into your seat and shotaro moves one hand from the wheel to place it on your bare thigh. you sigh contently and put your hand over his and push your thighs together. shotaro can feel you shiver slightly underneath his hand. he checks for the temperature of the car, making sure it’s just right for you. before he can ask he turns to you again to see you knocked out in the passengers seat.

shotaro spends the rest of the drive in silence, still smiling like an idiot at the feeling of your hand over his.

when shotaro put the car in park you shot up instantly from your seat. it was almost scary, the way you were sleeping one second then wide awake the next. shotaro say you reach fro the phone before realizing you were home.

“did you call wonhee?” you ask.

“we’re home already baby.” shotaro says.

you look around to see your driveway, and your car thats parked next to you. shotaro knows you’re tired but he had no idea it was to the extent of not knowing where you were. shotaro knew you bared the burden of having a child the most. even with shotaro’s help you were stretched thin. in the beginning the stress would bring you both to tears. the late night feedings and the endless crying made you both believe you weren’t cut out for it. but you both made it through by working together, through thick and thin just like in your vows. now your baby was three and she slept through the night, and you had the best babysitter in the neighborhood to watch her while you two went on dates.

shotaro helped you out of your seat, helping you stay upright while you were tipsy, tired, and still in your heels. with your purse in his hand and his hand on the small of your back he guided you to the door, keeping a smile to himself anytime you’d stumble in your heels.

you made it to the door first, covering up the ring camera as you leaned against the door. you looked at shotaro up and down with his jacket hanging off your shoulders. he had to pretend like you were looking at him with pure intentions, but the glint in your eye made it extremely hard. you reached a hand out to grip shotaro’s bicep for no reason, continuing to look at him with hooded sleepy eyes. shotaro gave up looking for the keys for a second to take you in.

“what’s wrong, baby?” shotaro asked. 

you didn’t answer with words, only pulling him closer and closer by the arm until he had to put his other hand on the wall beside you to prop himself up. you smiled looking down at shotaro’s lips first before looking into his eyes. even in the dark of night he could see his reflection in your eyes. you batted your lashes at him so innocently while you guided his hand to your waist. once shotaro found his favorite spot your hands went to his shirt, pulling him in further.

before shotaro could place a kiss on your lips, the front door opened. shotaro broke apart immediately, straightening his coat and not missing a beat greeting wonhee.

“i thought i heard you guys.” she said.

when shotaro saw wonhee look for you, he smiled.

“we couldn’t find the keys.” shotaro said.

wonhee moved back into the house while shotaro lead you through the entryway by a guiding hand on the small of your back. you made a beeline for the couch, plopping down on the sofa to take off your heels. shotaro couldn’t stop himself from laughing when he saw wonhee’s confused face. 

“she’s had a long night.” wonhee’s attention went back to shotaro. “i hope everything went well today.” shotaro said.

wonhee nodded quickly, a smile coming across her face as she talked about her day babysitting.

“she’s an angel mr. osaki.” wonhee grabs her jacket from the coatrack beside yours. “she ate all her food and loved playtime and went down for her nap. she’s the best kid i’ve ever babysat.” wonhee assured.

shotaro listened carefully to wonhee talking about her day, listening to her full rundown. wonhee made sure to follow her schedule to the minute, following all the instructions given to her before they left. shotaro smiled as he helped wonhee gather her things and called a cab for her. shotaro looked to you slumped on the couch, leaning against the armrest as you slept.

“we really appreciate the help wonhee.” shotaro looks to your sleeping body on the couch again. “we haven’t had the chance to go out in a very long time.” shotaro says. 

he pulls his wallet from his pocket as wonhee assures him it’s okay. when the taxi pulls up outside shotaro opens the door for her, handing her the cash. wonhee doesn’t bother to count it, waving goodbye to shotaro and wishing him a goodnight as she walks towards the cab. he doesn’t close the door until he sees the car leave the driveway.

by the time he shut the door and turned to get you to bed, shotaro saw that you were nowhere to be seen. he followed the sound of you tiptoeing down the hallway trying so hard to be quiet. 

shotaro followed behind as you made your way through the house. before you could make it to the bedroom both of you deviated from the path to go to a door that was painted pink.

both of you peaked through at the same time, and shotaro felt his heart drop for a second. the sinking feeling was a type of anxiety he couldn’t explain, one that hit him so suddenly when he thought about his child. his parents warned him, telling him that his easygoing and relaxed personality would betray him once he became a father. at the time he didn’t believe them, but now shotaro understood what they meant. he was thinking about the wellbeing and safety of his child even when he knew she was in good hands and thought about the future for her even if she was so young. sometimes shotaro wanted to clutch his chest, but instead he reached for your hand when he felt panic in those moments. 

shotaro reaches his arm around your waist and presses a silent kiss to your shoulder, resting his chin where he kissed. you two looked down at your sleeping daughter from the foot of the bed in silence. you both watch her in awe, looking at her chest rise and fall as she lays haphazardly on the bed. she went down with a fight you think to yourself. shotaro is happy he paid wonhee extra—he’s almost positive his daughter gave her hell when she knew it was bedtime. your breath caught in your throat and shotaro feels his heart seize up in his chest when she let out a deep sigh. 

“we made that.” shotaro whispers.

you can only nod, and when shotaro sees you looking at him he feels his heart seize again. 

the two of you made a whole life together, he can’t stop himself from thinking about when you first met. the both of you were so young and busy with life, love was the furthest thing from your minds. you came into shotaro’s life as the biggest distraction, taking his attention away from how mundane his life was and how beautiful it could be.

he pecks you on the lips quickly, both of you looking at eachother in silence. shotaro remembers everything about your smile so clearly, but he can’t stop himself from mapping out the details over and over again. just as he gets to your smile lines you both hear jostling in the bed. both of your heads snap over to your daughter nearly waking herself up. the same way you guys stumbled to get in you stumbled getting out too, bumping into eachother as you tried to leave before she saw either of you.

when you close the door gently and look at shotaro with wide eyes both of you have to stifle your laughter. even the slightest noise could wake your light sleeper, and shotaro wanted to spend the rest of the night with you. he lets you lead the way to the bedroom as you guys tiptoe down the hallway again.

you walked into the bedroom in front of shotaro, and he let his greedy eyes shift down the backside of your body. he saw your dress, the way it fit you perfectly and the color complimented your skin. he remembers being in the dressing room when you tried it on, the way you did a little spin for him before complaining that it was too loose to buy. after seeing you in it shotaro insisted on you buying it anyway, and he secretly got it tailored to fit you perfectly. he played dumb whenever you brought it up, asking if it shrunk overtime or if you got a different size. you were none the wiser, only shrugging your shoulders before exclaiming how perfectly it fit you now.  shotaro wanted to pat himself on the back seeing you wear it, and how it splayed on your thighs perfectly when you sat on the edge of the bed.

you sat facing shotaro with your hands planted on the mattress. you looked up to him and shotaro took his time carefully undoing the buttons on his waistcoat. he enjoyed building the tension with you in moments like this, seeing your eyes leave his face to greedily look at his hands and waist. he liked when he could feel your eyes take in his every move, the way his fingers pushed the buttons through the slits in the fabric and the way he took it off his body gently. he liked feeling your hungry eyes devour him whole before he even put a hand on you. shotaro didn’t know how he was so lucky to have someone like you react so well to him. the phrase what you water grows floated around in his head, but shotaro told himself he’d leave the philosophies for another time. right now, you were here in front of him perched on the bed visibly becoming more and more desperate with each passing second.

“did you have fun tonight?” shotaro asked. 

you nodded your head and shotaro bent down to kiss your forehead.

“you worried for nothing.” shotaro said.

“yeah.” you respond.

he put his waistcoat on the back of his chair. he smiled down at your low eyes. outside of the bedroom, your gaze often made shotaro nervous, still to this day shotaro found himself forgetting his words when his eyes would meet yours. but something about the privacy of the bedroom made shotaro bold. he was suddenly able to work through his pounding heart and the goosebumps that raised across his skin when you looked at him. shotaro was even able to take it a step further, meeting your bedroom eyes with his bright non-assuming ones.

“aren’t you glad we went out?” shotaro asked

you nodded again, one of your hands reaching up to hold his shoulder, keeping his head close to yours. 

shotaro looked down at your sparkling eyes, already wet from want. it was a blessing and a curse being able to read you so easily. your eyes were always the biggest indicator to shotaro, a direct window to all your thoughts. but once shotaro found out what you wanted he couldn’t resist not giving in. so the teasing shotaro that wanted to make you outwardly say what you wanted was abandoned when he closed the tiny space between your lips.

you were soft against him, even your hand that tightly held shotaro’s shirt felt comforting like a hug. your desperation was always welcomed, sometimes shotaro needed it to keep going. he liked feeling your grip on him, like you were scared he was going to disappear. he held you the same, both hands tight around your body like you were going to slip away. 

you move your other hand to shotaro’s other shoulder, and he continues kissing you. he gets on the bed slightly, his suit clad leg next to your thigh as you get lower and lower to the mattress. he kisses you until your back is pressed into the sheets and your legs dangle over the edge of the bed. shotaro raises his body and gets off the bed until he’s standing in front of you again. you prop yourself up on your elbows, licking at your smudged lipstick.

shotaro tried to get on the bed to crawl to you but he is stopped by your heel pressing into his chest. it’s gentle, but it keeps shotaro just far enough from you that he starts feeling desperate. shotaro grabs your ankle and puts it on his shoulder before turning to kiss your calf. it’s a precursor of what’s in store for you tonight. shotaro can see the sly smile on your face as he pulls your heels off of you, putting them on the floor gently to try and not make a sound. he tries to guide your leg down from his shoulders to the ground, but you keep them on his waist.

shotaro never had the courage to tell you that he saw a whole future with you from the moment he met you. he imagined the house, the fancy car, the high paying job, the happiness. everything flashed before him like a dream that became a promise when you started dating him and a manifestation brought to fruition when you said yes. the only thing that was missing was another child—but when you locked your ankles behind shotaro’s waist and pulled him in closer he knew that was next.

“are you still on birth control?” 

shotaro asked it gently, his thumb on your bottom lip while the rest of his hand was underneath your chin. he uses his thumb and the spit leftover on your lip to wipe a lipstick smudge from the side of your mouth. 

“no i’m not.” you say quietly.

shotaro tsks at you with a smile on his face. he presses his thumb on your bottom lip gently before pushing it past your lips. you don’t hesitate, you give in so fast shotaro feels your tongue wrap around his finger before it’s even fully in your mouth. neither of you break eye contact, the lids of your eyes only lower as you continue looking him in the eye. shotaro’s mouth opens slightly as he pushes his thumb in further, mimicking the way you take him in. when you hollow out your cheeks shotaro pulls his thumb from your mouth with a pop.

he doesn’t say anything else, he only puts his fingers back in your mouth as you continue to suck on them. he puts his three fingers deep into your mouth, keeping eye contact with you as your eyes become watery. when shotaro feels like you are about to gag, he pulls his fingers back and does the same thing again. even as spit begins peaking from the corners of your lips shotaro thinks you look beautiful. he’s mesmerized how you take him so easily, how you refuse to break eye contact. 

he lifts your dress with his free hand, pulling it further up your body until your bottom half is left exposed. the only thing that keeps shotaro from you is a pair of lace panties. the trim feels soft against his hand and the color is beautiful against your skin. 

“are these new?” he asks, still pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth.

you nod your head and spread your legs further apart, inviting shotaro closer. his hand cups you over the smooth fabric, he presses his palm gently into your heat while you spread your legs even further. shotaro presses your panties into your slit, until he can feel the fabric dampen from your arousal. on of your fingers hooks into shotaro’s dress pants, pulling him closer to you.

when shotaro presses a little harder into your heat you let your teeth come down on his fingers slightly. shotaro tilts his head and you bat your eyelashes at him innocently. he presses his fingers deeper into your mouth and your hole, until you back further onto the bed.

“it’s been so long since i’ve had you like this, right?” shotaro asks.

his voice is sweet and barely above a whisper as you nod, any words pushed back by shotaro’s fingers. 

shotaro doesn’t stop fucking your mouth with his fingers, but his hand that was cupping your heat goes to your shoulder to push you back. shotaro feels you bend to him immediately, you let him push you down until your back is resting on the bed. you crawl further up the bed and shotaro follows, getting on the bed to hover over your body. he doesn’t stay further than an arms length away, needing to stay close to you. shotaro can’t control the way he looks at you anymore. his love for you has transformed into something carnal, and its evident in the way you mirror him. when he grabs your hand you grip it back, and when he reaches for your dress you push it down your body. 

he wishes that you both weren’t so desperate. he wanted nothing more than to draw out the time between each touch, between each kiss. shotaro wanted to worship every atom of you. he wanted you to break him down to build him back up, and he wanted to do the same to you a million times over. but his need to give you everything you wanted came first, and by the way you quickly lifted your hips to push your panties down told shotaro everything he needed to now. he takes his three fingers from your mouth to pull your panties down the rest of the way. you kick them off once they get to your ankles, and you bend your leg at the knee to spread yourself to shotaro. 

shotaro looks down at you as his hand that was in your mouth creeps down your body. a trail of your spit is left in their wake. when he gets to your clit his hand beside your head plays with the end of your hair. he smiles before sticking his finger inside of you. he pumps his finger in and out of your sopping heat the same way he did with your mouth. you open your mouth as you whine, already so desperate from the lack of sexual stimulation.

“more, baby please.” you whine.

shotaro bends down to kiss you while adding another finger in. your lips are soft against his, and they’re so perfect even if your kisses falter from shotaro adding another finger. he still kisses you, moving from your lips to your cheek then your nose. 

shotaro leans to the side when he adds in the third finger. your nails dig into his bicep, but shotaro doesn’t stop. your other hand presses to the headboard while you buck your hips into his hand. shotaro could do this all night, pushing you to the edge. you look so pretty when you beg for more but try to close your legs from the overstimulation. the only thing that knocks shotaro from his trance of you is when your open your eyes wide and lean forward.

“let me take care of you.” you said desperately.

with so much time that had passed between the two of you, missionary was the only option. the idea of any other position fell sort, nothing could amount to shotaro being able to see your face or to feel your chest pressed against his. 

you seemed to disagree, because your twitching body remained upright as you guided shotaro to lay on the bed. he only resisted for a second, getting ready to tell you that he wanted—he needed you underneath him.

even with your body being weak you still were insistent on taking care of your husband. shotaro felt his heart swell at the sincere look in your eyes and he felt himself strain against his pants as you undid his belt. you tried to be slow and sensual, but shotaro could tell your impatience got the best of you as you pulled his pants and underwear down in one go. instantly shotaro’s dick leaned against his stomach, heavy from all the blood rushing through.

you didn’t go to his dick after you got his pants off. instead you pulled shotaro up by his arms until he was upright. shotaro looked up to you knowing he had stars in his eyes, amazed by the way your mussed hair framed your face perfectly. the stain from your lipstick was perfect, the dried tears in the corners of your eyes looked perfect. shotaro reached a hand up to your face, caressing your skin as you straddled him. you worked at the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one slowly. when you looked down at shotaro he smiles, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask quietly.

shotaro only shakes his head, putting his hands on the pillows as you undo the last buttons.

“nothing.” shotaro sighs. 

his hand goes to your waist to squeeze affectionately. when you drop your bare pussy to his thigh to grind on him shotaro tsks at you for submitting so easily. his dick twitches when he realizes you’re ready to ride him despite still having your dress on.

“you’re going to ruin that pretty dress of yours.” shotaro says.

you crawl on your knees to go past shotaro’s waist and line your hips up with his. 

“i really love you, you know that?” you say.

you grab shotaro’s dick and raise your hips, lining him up at your entrance. shotaro leans back on the bed, running a hand through his hair before propping himself up on his elbows. he pulls his eyes up from where you are about to take him to look into your eyes. 

“show me then.” shotaro says.

without saying anything else, you slowly sink down on shotaro’s dick.he can’t keep his cool when he sees your eyebrows furrow from the feeling. his hand instantly goes to your waist, holding you for stability and to ground you as you sink further down.

“it’s been awhile right?” shotaro caresses the skin of your stomach with his thumb when you nod quickly. “you’re doing so well, almost there.” he coos.

at the praise, shotaro feels your walls ease, causing you to sink the rest of the way down easily. you whine and press both of your hands to shotaro’s chest. while you adjust shotaro can feel you seizing around him uncontrollably. when he shifts his hips slightly he can see your body jolt. the electricity goes straight to his heart, seeing you look down at him with hooded eyes makes him fall in love with you a million times over.

“i can feel you all around me.” shotaro says.

he brings his free hand to press into your abdomen, causing you to swivel your hips.

“so deep.” you whimper.

you plant your feet into the mattress, lifting all the way off of shotaro’s dick just to sink right back down. he loves watching you so determined, so much so he tucks his hands underneath his head to focus all on you. he knows it’ll make you work through the burning in your legs, all just to make him feel good. shotaro pushes his hair away from his face when you slow down slightly. 

“poor baby.” shotaro coos.

you moan in response, trying to get the bounce back. you start pouting when your legs stop cooperating. shotaro pinches your cheek, smiling at your anger.

“come here.” shotaro says.

you’re too determined to hear his words, trying to work through the burning pain as your thighs scream at you to stop. when shotaro’s hands pull at your arms you finally listen, letting your body fold over until your breasts press into his chest. shotaro can tell you wish you had taken off your dress fully by the way you try pushing it around. shotaro wishes you had taken it off fully too because the fabric stands in the way of your whole body pressing into his. he can’t feel your stomach tense and flex against his with your dress in the way, and he can’t grab your sides the way he wants to without grabbing handfuls of fabric. shotaro settles for putting his hands on your shoulder blades, pulling you down each time he thrusts his hips upwards.

shotaro feels your teeth press into his collarbone when he hits that spot deep inside of you, he feels your drool dripping onto his skin and he feels your hands digging into the sheets beside him to find stability. feeling you all around him makes shotaro thrust up into you a little harder. he doesn’t want you to lift your hips or grind onto him. he wants to do all the work, as long as you look at him with your glossy eyes.

“baby.” shotaro says while craning his neck to look down at you. he can see your blown out shaking pupils focus on him. “just keep looking at me, yeah?” he says.

“okay.” you move to the crook of shotaro’s shoulder to suck on the skin there. he only has to turn his head to look at you, and you still get to satisfy your oral fixation. “i’ll keep looking at you.” you mewl.

shotaro nods his head while he continues fucking into you. he enjoys hitting the spot deep inside of you, the one that makes your eyes close before you force them open to continue looking at him. even when your eyes are wet from want, showing every emotion but innocence he’s entranced. he’s sure he’s getting high purely from your look, the feeling of you wrapped around him counts as overstimulation. 

when shotaro speeds up he feels your lips detach from his skin. you rest your clammy cheek on the wet spot, struggling to keep your eyes open as shotaro hits that spot deep inside of you over and over again. shotaro coos at your parted lips, and you come forward to press them against his. you stay there, lips pressing against shotaro when one of his hands grips your dress to lift you up slightly.

“i’m close.” your hot breath fans against shotaro’s lips as you whine into his mouth. 

you struggle to try and keep your hips in the air, but the stimulation makes you weak. shotaro knows already, he will be strong enough for the both of you.

“me too.” shotaro lets your hips rest against his so his hand can grab a handful of your ass. 

“gonna give you another baby.” he smacks your ass before gripping it again. “since you’re such a good mommy.” he grunts with a smirk.

shotaro hears you whine pathetically when the word mommy slips past his lips. you’re really weak above him now, your grip on the sheets transfers to shotaro’s shoulders as you hold onto him. he can tell you want to go to the crook of his neck so bad, so you can cry out loud but you stay right there, biting your lip and then speaking.

“you’re such a good daddy.” you whimper. 

“gonna cum for me?” shotaro asks.

you don’t say anything else before you clamp around shotaro so tight it’s hard for him to move. it’s almost like you’re sucking him in, so needy as you press your sweaty body further into his. shotaro is sure your nails digging into his skin will draw blood, but he doesn’t mind. pain is sweet when it’s administered by you, the marks left in their wake serves as a reminder to shotaro about how good he makes you feel. so he only hisses through the pain as he speeds up and grips your tighter. 

your moans melted down to high-pitched squeaks and pants the last of your strength is used to try and meet shotaro’s thrusts. his hips begin stuttering when he notices the work you’re trying to put in. his hand grips your ass when he pulls you back.

“i love you.” shotaro whimpers.

“i love you too.” you whine back.

shotaro feels you pull back slightly to watch him as he cums. he doesn’t have to put on a show for you, unfiltered whines and expletives tumble from his lips as you look down at him licking your lips. it’s shotaro now who’s fighting to keep his eyes open. he wants to focus on your pretty face, the way you look looking down at him still wanting more. so shotaro gives you all of it, and he keeps you in place so you can take all of it too. while you continue squeezing around his dick he shoots ropes of cum inside of you, so warm and hot it makes his entire body relax. his feet are planted into the mattress to keep himself still inside of you, and his aching stomach flexes as he keeps giving you more.

“feels so good.” you whimper above him.

shotaro swears you orgasm again by the way you falls back onto his chest and whimper pathetically. between your cum and his it’s all a mess, and you both become squirming messes. shotaro whines when you keep squeezing him and shotaro sees tears welling at your water line each time he moves.

you finally collapse against shotaro fully, resting all of your body weight on him while your limbs turn to jello. shotaro’s legs slide out from under him, and his grip on you loosens as he tries to catch his breath. 

shotaro feels your ear rest over his heart, even counting his breaths he can’t seem to slow it down. he hopes your heart drums in its cage the same way when he brings a shaky hand to rub your back. you settle into him further, breathing heavy through your nose as you come back to earth. 

you look up at shotaro from his chest, and shotaro rests his hand on your cheek. he pinches your soft skin before pressing his hand flat to you face. shotaro takes his time running his hand over your face, letting his wedding band and other rings on his finger touch your hot skin. shotaro sees your eyes close from his touch. he traces over your eyelids, just to see you smile.

you open your eyes again and shotaro smiles back, pinching your cheeks again.

“successful date night?” you ask quietly.

shotaro’s hand goes to your hair, massaging your scalp. he knows that always makes you fall asleep. when shotaro hears you snore lightly, he smiles to himself.

“very successful.” shotaro says to himself.

#requestz #01zfan: shotaro #shotaro smut #riize smut

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Can you please write something about like when reader and riize members are having fun and someone walks on them !!! Please :) I love your work so much>>

close enough | riize

boyfriend!riize x reader | 4.1k words

contains: sneaking around and unfortunately getting caught, semi public, members walking in, blowjobs (m. receiving), hand stuff, shower sex

shotaro

i talked about shotaro here

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eunseok

it would be on the couch in the shared living room. everyone else had retired to their dorms after a movie night, leaving you and eunseok alone underneath a blanket. you two have been so well behaved the whole day, not subjecting anyone to your public displays of affection. neither of you let it go beyond hand holding or sharing a drink. now that it was just the two of you, you were both able to let it all out.

when eunseok heard the door to all the rooms close he instantly started kissing your knuckles and pulling your legs to rest across his lap. he still kept his eyes on the television, acting like he was paying attention to what was playing. eunseok is always a tease and this was no different, working his lips from your hand to your bicep to your shoulder and your neck. a century seemed to pass by before eunseok finally started kissing your lips. 

eunseok and you would both be as quiet as possible, silently kissing while you moved closer to him. it would eventually be eunseok with his hand behind your back, his finger dipping underneath the waistband of your pants while the other rested on your calf. the pressure of his hand on your leg would change constantly, going from a grip to him lightly tracing shapes on your skin.

his hand on your calf slowly creeped up your leg and anticipation started bubbling over you. you casted one more glance to all the closed doors of the rooms in the dorm. the fact that there was only a wooden door separating the boys from seeing you like this excited you. it made you spread your legs on eunseok’s lap and further settle into him. he pulled away only for a second to reposition you, moving your body so he could kiss you without you having to strain your neck too much. 

after readjusting he went right back to kissing you smiling against your lips when you pushed deeper into his mouth.

“what do you need?” eunseok whispered against your lips.

eunseok smiled when he pulled away from your lips, looking at you think about how you wanted him. you leaned back in, barely grazing your lips against his before casting your eyes upward at him.

“your fingers.” you whispered.

you were afraid your voice was too quiet, lost over the sound of eunseok taking off your pants underneath the blanket. eunseok heard you loud and clear though, his fingers instantly going to your clit. even though you two should be in a hurry just in case someone comes out of their room eunseok can’t stop himself from taking his time with you. he works you up by caressing your thighs and running the pad of his finger up and down your slit. he enjoyed making you high strung to the point that you couldn’t even focus on kissing him anymore. you’ve been reduced down to a whimpering mess, holding onto eunseok’s arm while he teases every part of you. 

when he finally starts fingering you, he does it slowly too. eunseok likes to focus on the way you lean your head against his shoulder as your whines had turned into just sharp intakes of air. this only provokes eunseok further, using a knee to separate your legs. he picks up the pace and looks at you in his shoulder.

“i’m close.” you say to him.

eunseok nods and goes a little faster, feeling your body actively start to tense up as you subconsciously spread your legs further. you’re huffing beside him leaving cresent moon shapes in his arm when wonbin’s door opens.

you instantly close you hands on eunseok’s and he snaps his head backwards to see who it is. eunseok remains nonchalant, his eyes shifting to the television as if nothing happened. you are a different story, failing miserably at trying to hide your uneven breaths and the way your eyes are glazed over.

wonbin for a moment contemplates coming down to sit next to you guys but when he sees your lips and eunseok’s hand underneath the blanket he changes his mind, making a beeline for his room again.

when the door shuts you look at eunseok with wide eyes.

“do you think he saw?” you ask.

“should i go ask him?” eunseok jokes.

sungchan

with sungchan it would be late at night in the teams car. you guys were just coming back from a date and sungchan was able to convince staff to let him drive it for the night. the mood was set from the moment you left the restaurant. something about sungchan was just a little more touchy that usual, telling you how pretty you looked every other sentence. 

he would be driving you to the dorms because he begged you to stay the night, saying how bad he wants to “cuddle”. this was a dance you two always did, both of you pretending like you wouldn’t be crammed in the backseat of the car the moment you got to the dorms. too many times you would come into the dorms after your car shenanigans, barely being able to hide what you were doing. no one really caught on, both of you were lucky that the lights in the apartment were usually off by the time you guys would get back.

sungchan would put the car in park and take the keys out of the ignition before turning to look at you. no words had to be said, all sungchan had to do was spread out his legs in the driver seat. the moment he flicked his head to tell you to come over you let him use his hands to guide your hips over the center console onto his lap. 

sungchan would waste no time, helping your arms out of your dress as he kissed your lips slowly. each kiss was like he had never done it before, licking your lips and tilting your head so he could take you all in. sungchan had mastered getting your clothes off while kissing you, leaving the bottom half of your dress folded down while he moved to sucking on your neck. you had barely been able to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, leaving sungchan in his white a-shirt.

“so pretty” sungchan said looking at your chest.

“me or my bra?” you asked.

sungchan immediately snapped his head up to look at you, smiling once he saw the playful look on your face. he answered you by using his soft hands to bring you in for another kiss.

it would be you who pulled away the second time, looking down at sungchan. seeing your boyfriend from this angle above him made you feel heady, it made you feel in control. sungchan’s desperate hands on your hips also made you feel unstoppable.

“let’s go to the backseat?” you ask.

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before sungchan was helping you climb over the center console to get situated in the back. you took your time to get undressed, taking off your heels and pulling your dress down the rest of the way. sungchan got out of the car to walk to the backdoor, opening it impatiently.

time always felt like it was going quickly when you two could finally get alone time in this context, but sungchan would still take off your bra and panties with such care. he definitely also doesn’t even try to be sneaky about putting your crumpled pair of panties in the center conole for when you’re not with him.

“you little freak.” you said.

sungchan wouldn’t be bothered at all by your comment, he actually found himself smiling and getting a harder at the playful lift to your voice.

“you’re the one that wants me to fuck you in the backseat.” sungchan said matter-of-factly.

sungchan pushed your body down gently across the leather seats before taking off his belt. he’s so impatient he doesn’t even take the time to fully get undressed, his slacks and underwear resting mid-thigh as he slotted himself between your legs. 

now it was sungchan looking down at you, watching clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle your whines. sungchan’s fingers you quickly, loving how the acoustics of the staff car amplify your whimpers.

“you ready?” sungchan asked you.

you were be reduced to only actions, nodding your head to let him know you need him. sungchan would bring his body all the way down until he was touching your chest, his undershirt sticking to your body as the temperature went up in the car.

while sungchan was fucking you in the company car, sohee remembered that he left something inside of it after their schedule. it truthfully wasn’t something he needed in the moment, but just the thought of not having it would’ve kept him up at night. so he asked anton to come outside with him so he could get it.

while the pair were making their way to the car, sungchan was thrusting into you with a force that shook the car. it brought him an insane amount of pride, looking up and seeing the windows of the car fog, seeing your hair stick to your forehead, the smell of sex filling his nose. you wish sungchan didn’t have his shirt on, so you could dig your nails into his skin, watch his face contort the same way yours was. instead you just opted to bringing sungchan’s chest to yours as close as possible, uncovering your mouth to moan and lick his ear.

“keep going,” you said. sungchan didn’t stop “i’m so close.”

“mhm” sungchan said. 

his grip on your hips put bruises into your skin as a hand moved to your lower thigh to push it up. you were letting your head sway due to the pleasure when you caught a glimpse of the car window that was previously blocked by sungchan’s body. when you saw sohee and anton mouths agape you instantly seized around sungchan.

“oh my god!” you gasped.

sungchan who was lose in you came back to reality, eyes snapping wide thinking he might’ve hurt you.

“sohee and anton are out there!” you were practically screaming now, looking at the pairs shocked expression.

you pushed sungchan away while he whipped his body around, also caught off guard by the presence of his younger members. he would rush to pull up his pants, and give you his dress shirt to cover yourself up. 

when sungchan would get out of the car he’d have to ironically scold the two for interrupting a private moment and staring. sohee and anton would look at eachother like “???” as if he’s not the one fucking in company property.

anton and sohee would get even the next day when the three of them are in the car on the way to a schedule. it would start with sohee sniffing aggressively and anton doing the same and they’re look to their managers before looking back at sungchan.

“does it smell kinda weird in here or is that just me?” anton would say with a gigantic smile on his face.

wonbin

wonbin had just come back from the gym when you were in the shower. you had complete free reign over the dorms, treating it like your playground when no one else was around. wonbin followed the sound of running water, giving you his secret knock so you knew it was him.

“come in.” you yelled over the running water.

wonbin came in and closed the door behind him. you peaked your head out from behind the open sliding door of the tub, motioning at the unlocked knob.

“it’s just me and you.” wonbin said.

you debated on telling him to lock the door again, not even wanting to risk it. but none of the guys were the type to come through without knocking anyways. so you let your body go underneath the water again, feeling the scalding hot water on your skin. the best part about the shower in the dorms is that it was hotter than the one at your apartment. you let your skin nearly burn underneath the hot water as you heard wonbin’s clothes hit the floor. you lathered your hair up with shampoo before putting yourself underneath the water.

you smiled hearing the sliding door of the shower open, and hearing wonbin step inside with you.

you heard the bottle of something open and close, then the feeling of wonbin rubbing his soapy hands over your body. you giggled while you finished washing the shampoo out of your hair.

“you just came in here to feel me up?” you asked.

you came out from under the shower head and wiped the water from your eyes. you looked at wonbin and reached past him to grab the shampoo bottle.

wonbin helped lather your body in soap while you tended to his hair, massaging the shampoo deep into his scalp. you had already been in there for quite some time, the pads of your fingers felt like prunes on the nap of wonbin’s neck. he didn’t care as you backed him underneath the shower head, helping the shampoo rinse from his hair.

it was usually playful when you and wonbin showered together, you guys helping eachother with your hair. it was like a mini spa day, turning around so wonbin could put conditioner in your head and then him turning around so you could do the same. most of the time it was strictly business, the two of you just focusing on getting clean and getting out. but there was something different in the way wonbin looked at your chest, watching the water run between the valley of your breast downwards. he couldn’t stop himself from bringing his lips to your nipple, sucking lighting on the skin. your hand instantly went to his hair, tugging on a handful of his conditioned strands.

wonbin felt the hot water run on him too, and he felt the palm of your hand press on his chest. wonbin let go of your nipple, letting the sound of him detaching bounce off the walls of the shower. he wasted no time going to the other one. water went into his mouth as he continued to suck on your doughy skin. he would rather drown than stop. 

“keep going.” you said. 

wonbin kept going, his hands traveling to your ass to slightly lift you. you arched your back more into his chest, and one of your hands pressed against the glass window to stabilize yourself.

it was you who pulled away from wonbin this time. you kissed him roughly, guiding him to stand behind you. you pressed both of your hands against the fogging glass of the door as wonbin understood what you needed. he grabbed his dick in his hand and pumped his length, guiding himself to your pussy. he leaned his body over to press his back against yours, biting on the skin of your shoulder.

when the door opened again, sohee came through the door. you instantly took your hands away from the glass of the door, moving backwards so sohee couldn’t see your naked figure. sohee was clearly out of it, under the impression that it was just wonbin in the shower and not you. he was lifted up his arms as he yawned, raising the toilet seat to pee.

inside the shower, you and wonbin exchanged a look of astonishment at sohee’s terrible observational skills. 

“sohee” wonbin said over the sound of the shower.

sohee hummed as he continued with his morning routine. he even had to step over your discarded clothes to get to the toilet, you don’t know how he didn’t notice two different piles of clothes.

“can we have some privacy?” wonbin said.

the moment sohee heard ’we’ you could see his posture suddenly straighten and his eyes shoot wide open. his eyes went to the floor, finally seeing the two pairs of clothes laid out. sohee was out in such a rush he didn’t even both to wash his hands. when the door closed you and wonbin laughed, recounting the way sohee reacted.

sohee

sohee was with you in his room, laying on his bed. you guys were supposed to be taking a nap, you both agreed to it. but when you two somehow ended up alone one thing led to another. you decided to exercise all the self control you had left in your body to only gently peck sohee’s cheek. sohee escalated the quick pecks to chaste kisses on the lips, but then that turned into you sucking on his neck. you couldn’t help yourself when it came to sohee telling you breathlessly how good you were making him feel. you didn’t want to let your hand rest over the tent in his pants. you knew that if you touched him it would be game over, and you didn’t know how long you two would be alone. but when sohee guided you hand to rest on the tent in his pajama pants the little restraint you had left was out the window.

“we will be quick.” you said to sohee.

he nodded as you let your hand trail down his body, giving him enough space to push down his pants. that was one of the best parts about being with sohee, he was always ready to go in an instant.

you wanted to waste no time, grabbing sohee’s length in your hands and gently pumping him. he let his hands dip down the front of your shorts, going straight for your pussy. neither of you wanted to waste time, desperation driving both of your hands to go faster and deeper. it isn’t long before both of you are getting lost in eachother. sohee sticks his finger in your mouth and you suck on his digits. you see his eyes get all wide and he bends his fingers inside of you. both of you are laying side by side on his bed, almost like you two are in a race to see who can get the other off first. when you clench your hand, sohee knows he’s gonna lose.

“close.” sohee whispers to you.

you can barely say anything, just nodding and picking up the speed. 

both of you are grateful you were only doing things with your hands. because if sohee had gotten you undressed like he really wanted to, neither of you would’ve been able to act like you were doing nothing when sungchan came through the door. immediately when light started peaking through the door frame and the door sohee took his hand out of your pants and pulled your hand out of his pants by your wrist.

sungchan looked at both of you, laying next to eachother on the bed with your chests heaving. sungchan would narrow his eyes and look to both of you, knowing that you know that he knows. 

“there’s food outside if you want to join us.” sungchan would say suspiciously.

once the door closed you both would be letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. both of you would be pent up like crazy until you got the chance to be alone again.

anton

sneaking around with anton was equal parts exciting and terrifying. i can see anton being so nervous to the point that he wouldn’t even want to try anything if there was even a little chance of you two getting caught. but he was alone in a practice room late at night and you were on your way to come see him

anton instantly turned in his chair when he heard the door open. you came into the room and got settled immediately, setting down your bag and coat.

“missed me?” you asked.

your boyfriend would nod his head and smile, standing up to give you a big hug. seeing you come to him while in his hoodie did something to anton, causing a problem he knew only you would be able to fix. he was always sheepish to ask for anything pertaining to sex, only compunded further with the idea of getting caught. more often than not, anton would be relying on you to lead him through the motions and for you to initiate the intimacy. he would silently lead you to the couch and sit next to you. whatever music he was working on was completely forgotten as he gently squeezed your hand.

you started making a point to make anton ask for it. too often he would rely on actions, hoping you would catch his drift if he squeezed your hand enough or let his eyes stay on your lips. you had snuck through the building to come see him so the least he could do is tell you what he wants. so you let him continue to squeeze your hand and you just smiled at him coyly.

“we rarely get time alone…” anton’s voice trailed off as he motioned around the empty room.

“yeah,” you said “it’s nice.”

more silence. anton thought he would crumble from embarrassment if he had to drop another hint. you refused to give in, hand going to his leg to pinch the material of his gray sweatpants. anton watched you focus on the fabric, not looking at him until he used a large hand to tilt your head upwards.

anton kissed you first, to show you how desperate he truly was. he wasted no time pushing his tongue past your lips. anton paused kissing you only for a moment, just to see if you would kiss him back. it only took you a second to take the charge in kissing, like anton passed a figurative baton to you. a hand went to the nape of his neck to play with his hair while you led anton’s hand to rest over his crotch. you pulled away to watch him palm himself through his gray sweats, head leaning back to rest on the couch.

“what’d you call me here for?” you asked breathlessly.

anton kept his eyes closed while he continued to palm his hand. you watched his lips part in ecstasy before he licked his lips.

“i need you.” anton moaned.

he was so sensitive and pent up you’re sure that he would get off from just palming himself. you wanted to watch him cum in his pants, see his adam’s apple bob while he pressed his hand harder against his straining dick. your eyes went to the tent in his sweats, imagining his dick twitching in and trying to chase any stimulation. you wondered if it felt good feeling the cotton fabrics of his pants pressed against his length, if it felt better than your hand. you quickly felt yourself getting jealous of anton’s hand, that it was the one bringing him pleasure instead of you. he grabbed his dick over his pants, showing you the outline as he let out a tiny whimper. you took his hand off of his pants and put it on your shoulder while you got off the couch.

anton raised his head from the back of the couch to see you lowering yourself to slot between his legs. his face was already so flushed, lips red and plump from him biting them.

“you don’t have to.” anton said.

anton’s hand dug into your shoulder as you continued to situate yourself between his legs.

“i want to,” you said “just lift your hips for me a little bit.” 

anton was such a good listener, lifting up his hips and pushing down his sweats just enough to free his dick. it slapped heavy against his lower stomach, the sight making you both suck in a breath. 

you wrapped your hand around his length, loving how he pulsed in your hand. when you squeezed a little harder anton gasped a little louder, bucking his hips into your fist.

“fuck.” anton sighed. 

he wanted to look at you but he couldn’t stop his head from leaning back against the couch again. he let his head sway to the side, so he could get a view of your hand pumping his length. you looked so small from this angle, the way you let his tip rest on your bottom lip.

“need it.” anton whispered.

before you could take him into your mouth, the door opened. anton was too caught up in you, not being able to pull himself out of your hand or pull his pants up before the person made their way in. anton’s reaction was a beat behind, the same dazed eyes he had looking at you made direct eye contact with shotaro as he came through the door. it took shotaro a moment to take the positions you and anton were in. both of their eyes widened at the same time and anton’s hand that was on your shoulder tapped you.

“please get out.” anton said once he came to.

you turned around to seeing the door shut, hearing shotaro apologize profusely on the other side while buried his face in his hands.

#requestz #shotaroz #eunseokz #sungchanz #wonbinz #soheez #antonz #01zfan: shotaro #01zfan: eunseok #01zfan: sungchan #01zfan: wonbin #01zfan: sohee #01zfan: anton #riize smut

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Could you perhaps write something about waking up with RIIZE the morning after they take your v-card? Love your work <3

next to you | riize

waking up next to shotaro the night after would be so sweet. i would describe it like waking up on a saturday when you know you have nothing to do. just very comforting, and shotaro definitely tucked you in the night before. i can see him being the one to wake up first and he'd be admiring you while you slept, trying to snuggle as closely to you as possible without waking you up. he'd move the covers away from your face and kiss your forehead lightly. he'd want to spend the day doing nothing else but laying with you. when you woke up shotaro would be dying to bring up what happened last night. i can see him being very reassuring and sweet, talking about how fun it was. shotaro would also get so red in the face if you told him you didn't know how pent up you had him.

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eunseok i think would be out like a light honestly-he was putting in the WORK the night prior. he'd probably wake up once he felt you stirring in the bed. he wouldn't let go of you the whole night no matter how much you moved, having you almost trapped as his little spoon. eunseok also probably made it his mission to make you cum multiple times, so once you guys were done for the night your body was so drained you went right to sleep without putting your pajamas back on. eunseok took it upon himself to put your undergarments back on you. it was the least he could do for you after fucking all your energy out of you. you slept soundly through the whole thing and when you woke up the following morning you would definitely be a little sore, not used to the exertion your body went through last night. eunseok would look at you with sleepy eyes before smiling after seeing how you let out a tiny hiss as you try to get yourself out of bed. he’d also cook for you and bring you breakfast in bed.

sungchan would be waiting for you to wake up. he probably didn't even go to sleep to begin with. he had to hold himself back from fucking you senseless for your first time, it made him restless and he couldn't sleep. so after you dozed off in his arms sungchan carefully untangled you from him and he was probably trying to work off all his tension. he tidied up the clothes that were thrown around your room, did the dishes from last night and probably even considered cooking you breakfast, too. sungchan would crawl back in bed with you and pull you into him. he'd be sitting against the headboard as he flexed his hand around your smaller ones, thinking about how lucky he was to be with you. he would kiss the back of your hand a million times, trying to gently wake you up. sungchan would also be going through every possible scenario in his head, trying to figure out how to tell you he wants to do more with you when you are ready. he’d also ask you how you felt like a million times too.

now the night after you and wonbin would sleep in FOR SURE im talking until like mid afternoon and i think you guys would end up staying in bed for the rest of the day. you both would still be naked from the night before but it wouldn’t be sexual as you guys cuddled underneath the sheets. he would be so shy to bring up the night before you’d have to do it. you guys would be holding eachother all day and he would say you’re the best over and over. i think wonbin would also cook for you but he’d want you to go into the kitchen with him so he didn’t have to leave his side :( you guys are attached at the hip and wonbin would look at you with so much adoration and love when you tell him how much fun you had.

sohee i think would try to act as nonchalant as possible but i think he would wake up first and look at you too. he also passed right out after sex and when you’d wake up he would probably fall back asleep to pretend like he wasn’t watching you all morning LMFAO. he’d bring up the night before as casual as possible but mind sentence he would realize he didn’t even know what to say… “so about last night..” *stares at you*

sohee would wanna leave the house i think and go get breakfast somewhere. i can see him asking if it was good for you like it was for him and being super sweet and tender with you.

anton i can see going one of two ways. either he’s super shy about it to the point that his face gets all red when you bring up the night before and he’s hiding underneath the covers or he is super inquisitive about it. if you got super shy anton i think he would wake up long before you and try to clean up a little like sungchan, maybe order in some breakfast so you don’t have to get up. ehen you wake up he’d be blushing like crazy and all smiles if you brought up the night before. i think he’d wanna ask you what parts you liked and didn’t like. if you got inquisitive anton i think he’d still be a little bashful, but he would be on a mission to make your next time even better. you guys would end up laying in bed together all day watching tv and talking :(

#askz #anonz #blurbz #shotaroz #eunseokz #sungchanz #wonbinz #soheez #antonz #01zfan: shotaro #01zfan: sungchan #01zfan: eunseok #01zfan: wonbin #01zfan: sohee #01zfan: anton #riize smut

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Can you do a story where the female reader is getting backshots from shotaro and his members walk in and see you naked?

rushed | o. st

idol!shotaro x fem. reader | 2.8k words

contains: sneaking around, backshots, getting caught

you rarely got to see shotaro. separate lives kept you apart more days than you would like to admit, and time always felt like it was slipping away when you were with him. 

it was also increasingly hard to get him alone, always surrounded by his bandmates. you couldn’t blame shotaro or his team, they were only doing their job most of the time. you knew it wasn’t your place to ask them to clear out their shared dorm so you could have alone time with your boyfriend. unplanned alone time became a luxury, and you two treated it as such.

it was a shame that time always felt like it was fleeting when you got shotaro alone. you two never knew when someone else would walk through the door, or when shotaro would get called to go to practice. the fleeting time made you two act like hormonal teenagers no matter where you were. time was of the essence, you two had to do whatever you couldn’t do in front of others as fast as possible. this meant dry humping on that black couch in the studio in the middle of the night, or shotaro pressing your body against the glass in the practice room early morning before everyone else arrived. making out the second you two were alone became a habit, lips instantly attaching and hands grasping at the other the second no one else was around.

there were several close calls when you guys would fool around. it didn’t help that you two would get so caught up in the moment you forgot there’s other people in the world, too. you remember pushing shotaro to the floor when someone almost caught you two making out on the in a lounge room. you were laid on your back while shotaro kissed your neck, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. shotaro was no help, he was awful at paying attention to his surroundings in these situations. shotaro’s only thoughts were filled with you, the way your skin was so soft and how he hasn’t had the chance to kiss you in so long. he thought it was criminal he didn’t get any alone time with his girlfriend, sometimes he cursed the life he chose because it kept him away from you. shotaro was taking his time when you saw the blurry figure of someone through the frosted glass of the door. before the knob was turned the same hands that were pulling shotaro closer to you pushed him backwards by the shoulders. he launched to the other side of the sofa and you grabbed your phone that was previously forgotten on the coffee table.

poor anton was subjected to seeing you two pretend like the obvious wasn’t so obvious. you looked to the anton and then followed anton’s eyes to shotaro’s mussed hair and wrinkled shirt. your boyfriend wasn’t only bad at listening for people coming, but also terrible at acting nonchalant. shotaro had a shocked expression on his face and was frozen in place on the couch. you were also frazzled, but atleast you had the sense to pretend like you were looking at your phone. anton saw right through your act though, especially because you looked just as disheveled as shotaro.

“just here for the vending machine.” anton said.

you three were forced to bask in the awkward atmosphere as anton walked to the machine. anton took his sweet time, going over the options a million times like it was his first time seeing the machine. you couldn’t see anton’s face but you’re sure he was smiling, making you two suffer through the consequences of your actions.

“you like cola right, anton?” shotaro said. 

now you were trying to hold back your laugh at shotaro ver yclearly trying to rush anton out of the room.

“i love cola.” anton said, holding back a laugh.

the soda dropping from the vending machine was the only sound in the room. anton slowly walked to the door and opened the soda, making an obnoxious sound after taking a sip. with his hand on the door, anton cast a look backwards.

“you two lovebirds have fun.” anton said giggling.

after that incident, you and shotaro became more careful. you set rules in place to avoid having to bear through another awkward moments like that one. only kissing on the lips was allowed in public places with no locks on the doors. no more grinding, no more shotaro putting a quick hand in your pants in shared spaces or you giving him hickeys in spots his shirts covered.

because of this, you two hadn’t gone beyond chaste kisses for nearly two weeks. it had gotten to the point that you thought you were going to die if you weren’t able to get him alone soon. your prayers were ironically answered when shotaro got sick. it wasn’t anything serious, something similar to a simple cold. so close to the comeback it was important for shotaro to quarantine from his group so it didn’t spread. 

you won’t believe this, but i’m all alone in the dorms right now.

you nearly fell over when you saw that text. you had never been somewhere so fast in your life, getting to the dorms in record time. shotaro did seem a little sick when he opened the door, but your need for him outweighed the risk of getting sick. 

shotaro couldn’t even close the door before your lips were on his. you had to shut the door with your foot as you continued to kiss shotaro, moving backwards towards his bedroom. you two made a mess in the space between the door and shotaro’s room. things were pushed off of the tiny table beside the couch as shotaro leaned you against it. being able to lean against the piece of furniture gave you the ability to wrap your leg around shotaro’s waist, pulling him into you.

“someone is eager.” shotaro laughed before going to kiss your neck.

he was mocking you but just as depraved. you could feel his hardening dick press against your heat. your rushed hands made quick work of your shirt. you had strategically chosen a button up so you wouldn’t have to waste time pulling a shirt over your head. 

“how long do we have?” you asked.

you contemplated letting your boyfriend fuck you then and there on that tiny table, or moving it to the couch. but if time allotted, you wanted to fuck him properly on his bed.

“an hour atleast. my medicine is across town.” shotaro said.

you push shotaro lightly by the shoulders, getting off of the table. 

“let’s go to your room then.” you say.

shotaro basically runs to his while you laughing at him. all signs of shotaro’s being sick is gone as he undresses himself at the speed of light. shotaro doesn’t even bother to take off his shirt before he pulls you to the bed with him. you both giggle as he helps you out of your clothes. he kisses the exposed body that he hasn’t gotten the chance to kiss in so long.

“look who’s the eager one now.” you laugh. 

shotaro is still giggles as he trails kisses up and down your body. you laugh when he hits a ticklish place and gasp when he bites you slightly. all the kisses are wet and melt into your skin.

“how do you want it?” shotaro asks.

he has to look up at you from your thigh, the place where he left an already forming hickey. shotaro hopes that you get the hint of him being so close to your heat that you let him eat you out. you want nothing more than that, feeling his sloppy wet kisses on your folds and his fingers on your clit. but you know that shotaro has the tendency to get carried away while tasting you, and you won’t be able to stop him once he starts. you also know that you need it rough and fast before time slips away and you don’t think you can go another day without feeling him inside of you. so you sit up on the bed as shotaro follows your every move.

“can you do it from the back?” you ask.

“of course.” shotaro says.

he leads you to your hands and knees and you sink into your arch while shotaro helps you, spreading your legs a little wider so he can slot himself between them. before you reach for his pillow shotaro stops you by placing a soft smack to your ass. he swipes his dick between your folds, collecting the slick that’s there. you let out a tiny gasp feeling him.

“i need to hear you baby.” shotaro says.

you had become so accustomed to hiding your mewls and moans into shotaro’s pillows and blankets that it had become second nature to grab a muffler for. your cries. but you were alone, so you let out a tiny whine as you could hear shotaro pumping his length. 

“that’s my girl.” shotaro said. 

his other hand goes to the small of your back, pressing down slightly. anticipation builds over your body as you wait for shotaro. just when you think he’s about to put it in he rests on his haunches. he puts two fingers inside of you and you moan and push your ass back. shotaro gives you another smack to keep you in place as he fucks you with his fingers. 

“taro.” you whine breathlessly. 

you are so desperate this alone has you on edge. shotaro places a kiss to your ass cheek and sucks on the skin. you can hear the lewd sounds of his fingers in your clit and he breaks away from your ass cheek with a lewd pop.

“gotta stretch you out. but you’re so wet it won’t be a problem right?” shotaro says. 

you can hear the smirk in his voice as he adds in a third finger. you don’t care if he’s teasing you or if he wants you to beg. you will give him whatever he wants if that means he’ll fuck you. you shake your head into the mattress and you clench around his fingers.

“shotaro please put it in.” you cry out.

shotaro withdraws his fingers and gets up from the back of his legs. he gives your ass gentle pats, watching the recoil of your ass. 

“patience baby.” shotaro says

shotaro uses the same that was inside of your to guide his dick to your entrance. he moves his hand from his dick to your ass to spread you out further. your hands grip the sheets of the bed when you can feel him prodding past your folds.

you let out a prolonged whine as shotaro slowly sinks into you. the way he has you spread makes you feel him more and guides him in deeper. you are both lost in the feeling, shotaro takes the bottom of his shirt into his mouth for a better view. he keeps you still when he sinks all the way in, loving the feeling of your squirm and clench around his length. you can’t believe how cruel the world was, keeping you from feeling this for so long. shotaro pulls out all the way before sliding back in just as slow. he takes off his shirt, his body becoming too hot feeling you clamp around him

“i missed this pussy so much.” shotaro said. 

he looks at your face, half of it pressed into the mattress. the half shotaro can see is contorted in pleasure, lips slightly open as little sounds escape you. he needs to find time in his life to fuck you slow and steady so he can kiss your eyebrow kisses as he draws sounds from you. but right now, there’s an carnal need in him to fuck you fast before something interrupts him.

“can i go fast baby?” shotaro asks sweetly. “we are running out of time.”

you free one of your fists from the sheets and reach a hand backwards for shotaro to hold. he grabs it without hesitation.

“please.” you say.

that’s all shotaro needs before he pulls out his length and thrusts it back into you. you begging lit a fire inside of him, breathed a new vigor into his hips. his skin slaps against your ass as he fucks you from the back. his hand gives you stability, to the point you start pushing your hips back to meet his.

“oh my god.” you cry into the bed. 

“i know. you feel so good.” shotaro groans. his words are accented with rough thrusts and almost drowned out by skin colliding. he adds another smack to your ass and picks up speed. “i can’t get enough.”

“don’t stop.” you say.

you clench onto his hand before moving your grip to his bicep. shotaro uses his strength to pull your upper body up from the bed, and you place a hand on the headboard to support your body. you can feel yourself getting close, sensitive from days of no contact. you curse yourself for not being able to hold on a little longer, but maybe shotaro will be a little mean and keep fucking as your orgasm takes over your body. your chest bounces from the force of the thrust and you feel shotaro’s hand that was on your ass reach underneath your extended arm to grab your breast. he kneads the supple skin in his hand. his thrusts remain consistent, fucking you in a steady but fast pace.

“can’t stop when i’m in this pussy.” shotaro says. “so tight it won’t let me go.”

everything about you is so soft. your breast is soft in shotaro’s hand, the skin of your ass that smacks against his pelvis is like a pillow, and your gummy walls bring shotaro relief from everyday life. he wishes he could tell you about all the things he loves about you, how badly he wished he had a day alone with you to make up for his absence. but he can barely form a vocal thought as you whine to him.

“i’m close.” you whimper.

“i got you.” shotaro grunts

you let go of shotaro’s bicep and he lets you go. you lower your hand from the headboard and go back to your original position. shotaro takes handfuls of your ass to spread your cheeks and lifts his leg up. this has you nearly screaming out grabbing onto anything you can find. 

shotaro is desperate, trying to get you to cum as soon as possible. his stamina always comes in handy in situations like these. he admires how your body quickly reacts to his tempo changes and how deep he goes. its like you were made for him the way you clench around him perfectly. 

between shotaro’s thrusts and you clamping around him, neither of you are paying attention to the outside world. your moans had turned into whimpers and pants, so entrancing that shotaro doesn’t hear the door open. you don’t hear sungchan asking where the hell the mess came from or footsteps coming towards shotaro’s closed door. 

what you do hear is the door open and eunseok’s loud oh my god and sohee yelling out loud. it happens too quickly, shotaro pulling out of you and grabbing the covers to hide your naked body. you quickly turn your body to face the door, seeing seunghan cover sohee’s eyes and anton’s jaw to the floor. next thing you know you’re yelling too, from the pure embarrassment of six guys walking in on you naked and exposed. 

“what are you guys doing here?” shotaro asks bewildered. 

he’s lucky his boxers were still on the bed. you don’t know when shotaro put them back on, you bring the sheets up to cover your eyes. you still continue to yell from the pure shock of the moment.

“we brought you soup and your medicine. is this why you wanted us to get it from the place across town?” sungchan asks. 

he sounds as bewildered as shotaro, not believing the sight in front of him. you slowly bring the sheets down from your eyes to see the six men still frozen in the doorway. even shotaro is still on the bed, trying to process everything

“please get out.” you screech. 

this pulls everyone out of their trance, suddenly aware of you being completely naked underneath the sheets. they bump into eachother trying to back out of the room, someone at one point even falling down. they apologize profusely to you, saying they didn’t know. 

even when shotaro’s door closes you dont emerge from underneath the covers. you stay there mumbling over and over again how traumatized you are. shotaro finds a little bit of humor in the situation cooing at you while he hugs you over the blanket.

“did you cum?” shotaro asks sarcastically.

you emerge from the sheets for only a second to hit him with a pillow before going back under. 

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stress relief | o. sh

boyfriend!shotaro x fem. reader | 6k words

this fic was fueled by a request and a compilation i saw of him using his hands…shotaro we freaking love you. listened to too sweet by hozier while writing this. not proofread.

contains: using toys

shotaro woke up before the sun did. he dreaded hearing his alarm so much that he often found himself waking up before it had the chance to go off. every week thursday’s loomed over him like a dark cloud. 

each thursday was shotaro’s dedicated day of the week that he would be in the office from sunrise to sunset. he never considered himself to be an early bird, the exact opposite actually. most days it wouldn’t be until ten in the morning before he could speak, but every thursday he was forced to arrive before everyone else got there. 

shotaro would drink his black coffee while walking around the office, assigning roles for next projects. he would be desperately trying to get himself awake while getting clerical things in order before the teams arrived. during the day, shotaro was in charge of checking that the projects he managed were on track to be completed by the deadline. after everyone left, he would spend an hour or so taking notes on current problems in the projects and how to fix them. 

shotaro always thought that as he moved up the corporate ladder he’d have less responsibilities, or atleast more people to pawn them off to. but when he became lead project manager he suddenly had more things he was in charge of and his allotment of errors in his work greatly depreciated. sometimes he couldn’t believe he went from being the assistant that was on his phone all day to the leader of multiple teams, and how important it was for him to always be right. shotaro shook his head and rubbed his eyes to refocus on the computer screen. he believed that if he thought about his obligations too much, that nasty habit he had of biting his bottom lip would return.

the sun had gone down when shotaro was able to finally leave. he was the last one out, turning the lights off behind him locking the doors. he sighed heavily, letting his shoulders sag in relief as he made his way down the sterile office hallways. at first he was scared to be in the office by himself at such late hours, but now he couldn’t care less. on thursday nights the only thing on shotaro’s mind was getting home.

on his way home he turned the music up a little higher than usual, drumming along to the beat on the steering wheel and singing loudly. at each stoplight he got impatient, waiting for the light to turn green. shotaro looked to his phone in the empty passenger seat, waiting for his lockscreen to light up from a notification. it wasn’t fair that after the long day he had at work red lights were stopping him from coming home. he drove safe, resisting the urge to floor the pedal to get home faster.

shotaro’s patience was already dwindling when he exited the office. by the time he made it to the apartment building he was almost a completely different person. when the elevators were taking shotaro up to your shared apartment, he impatiently checked his watch each time it stopped on a floor that wasn’t his. something was eating away at him. the something started in his mind when he thought of you. once shotaro got started he couldn’t stop. he spent all day letting the thoughts of you marinate. he thought about you working from home, taking naps, and meandering around the apartment in between breaks. you probably haven’t left the apartment once. you probably hadn’t eaten either. shotaro thought about your routine all day, if you were still sleeping when you had set so many alarms the night before. 

shotaro knew you had spent the day sleeping and the night working when he walked through the front door. the apartment was the exact same as when he left it in the morning. the day passed by in the apartment without a single thing changing. everything was still off, the low glow of a computer screen coming from the bedroom being the only light. shotaro shook his head and smiled while setting down his things. all those alarms were useless—shotaro knew you had hit the snooze a thousand times before finally getting up. 

he broke your concentration when he opened the bedroom door. your eyes that was focused on the computer screen snapped up, almost embarrassed that shotaro caught you so stressed over work. 

when shotaro got promoted in his job, you became the carefree one in the relationship. the one that had the luxury of going to bed at a reasonable time and the one that would wake up for the sunrise. the role you had was easy, funded by your boyfriend who worked a corporate job and bought you whatever you wanted. you still had your own job, one that was remote and you could choose your own hours. 

your role in the relationship was something you were very dedicated to. you made the point to give shotaro health tips, to help him destress after a long day. you had been so relaxed you forgot what it was like to be stressed. to have your jaw clenched so hard it felt sore, or to have that feeling of failure loom over you like a dark cloud. 

when shotaro came through the door you had forgotten what time it was. you looked back quickly to your phone, where a reply to your boyfriend was unsent in your messages. both of you knew it was locked away to limit distractions. shotaro knew it was necessary but he hated it so much. without your get home safe text he had to be extra safe on the road, and without seeing your face shotaro almost forgot why he was working so hard at his job.

“you don’t have to be so quiet when you come in, ya know.” you said.

shotaro smiled, a hand going underneath your chin to squeeze gently. he knew he was dramatic, but he had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch you. feeling you underneath his fingertips eased the stressed of the day and seeing you smile only made him smile harder. he was always so quiet when coming home late, careful to not wake you. each time he did it you had to remind him it was unnecessary, and each time he shrugged his shoulders before saying it’s a habit. 

“it’s late.” shotaro made his way past you to sit on the bed. he plugged in his phone as he sat on the edge, setting it on the bedside table. “i thought you would be asleep by now.” he said.

you didn’t look up from your screen, resting your head on your propped up knee while you continued to type. shotaro watched the back of your head move while you reread lines, trying to make sure you weren’t rambling due to exhaustion.

“got a late start today.” you said.

shotaro hummed, knowing he was right that you got up late. you probably haven’t even eaten, only getting up for a quick snack that burned right through you. shotaro continues to look at your back as he gets himself undressed. he starts with his socks, a checkered colorful pair you got him for his birthday. he went with his dress shirt next, undoing each button slowly and take it off. shotaro got his pants last, making a point to be a little louder taking off his belt and letting the pants fall to the floor. 

he was only a little embarrassed to admit how badly he needed your attention. usually it was shotaro coming home to you already in bed, all he had to do was get undressed before sliding into the sheets next to you. it was almost primitive how shotaro instantly felt happy, how the stress from the day melted off of him just by being on the receiving end of your affection. he would slide into the sheets and you would pull him in close, before murmuring that you missed him.

shotaro working at an office and you working from home caused a chasm in your perception of workplaces. when shotaro was in the office, he was professional. he was the leader his company needed, and was serious about his work. in the bedroom, he was needy. he needed to always be touching you, or talking to you. so seeing you treat the bedroom like an office space still through shotaro for a loop. if you had turned around, or stopped typing for a moment just to look back he could’ve been sated. but you stayed focused on the screen, only taking a break to stiffly straighten your back.

when you went back to your hunched position, shotaro felt his fingers start to move. he got up from his side of the bed, walking over to you. he put his hands on your shoulders before pressing gently. you stiffened for a moment before relaxing slightly. shotaro tried not to think about the possibility of you forgetting he was even in the room still when he started gently prodding your back. when shotaro felt the knots beneath your skin, he wasted no time driving his fingers deep until you tried to move out of his hold.

“shotaro that hurts.” you complained.

you didn’t even throw a glance over your back before going back to your terrible posture. shotaro looked at the digital clock. it was too late in the night for both of you to be awake—or atleast too late for both of you to not be in bed.

”you are going to destroy your back doing that.” shotaro said.

he went back to the knots on your back, gently until you eased underneath his touch. shotaro almost wanted to laugh, now it was him giving you tips on your health and him trying to help you ease your stress. 

he almost thought you would laugh at it too, but you only continued to focus on the screen in front of you. 

“i have to finish this.” you said.

shotaro tried to focus his bleary eyes on whatever work you were doing. nothing could be comprehended by his tired mind. he leaned forward acting like he understood what was on your computer until his face was beside yours.

“you know it’s scientifically proven that your mind won’t retain information past a certain time?” shotaro said.

you scoffed, moving your face closer to shotaro’s until your cheeks touched. you relaxed further as shotaro found a stubborn knot. you stayed in place, letting your head hang forward as shotaro pressed deeper into the knot.

“i need to get this done.” you said still with your head hanging low.

“you have all weekend.” shotaro said quietly.

he continued to work on massaging your back, actively feeling your inhibitions crumble as his fingers continued to do their work. he reached up further, wondering if you could feel the thin bands of his rings press into the bare skin of your neck.

“so tense.” shotaro chided. you sighed, taking your hands away from your keyboard to let them fall at your side. “let me give you a massage.”

shotaro knew he was being too presumptuous when you snapped your head to look at him. he tried to give you the most innocent smile he could muster. shotaro tried his best, but it was hard to feign innocence after hearing your tiny sighs of relief. shotaro felt himself wanting to help you relax the same way you always helped him.

“aren’t you tired?” your eyes were low and bleary as you looked at him. “i’ll be in bed soon.” you said.

shotaro shook his head slowly while he continued to massage your back.

“just for a little bit,” shotaro drove his fingers into your skin a little more, smiling to himself when your sighs of relief got a little louder. “i’ll set an alarm and everything so you can get back to work.” he reasoned.

you looked at the words on your screen, how they stopped making sense a long time ago. you still feel shotaro’s fingers continue their ministrations on your back. the bed behind you looks inviting, and so is the smile on shotaro’s face. 

you get up from your seat to look at shotaro. his smile is big, reaching up to his eyes before he goes in for a kiss. 

he’s gentle at first, thumb stroking your hand gently. when shotaro tries to deepen the kiss, you pull away.

“only thirty minutes,” you walk over to the bed and shotaro follows behind you closely. when you sit down on the edge shotaro stands in front of you. the smile on his face didn’t falter when you pointed your finger at him menacingly. “and no funny business.” you say.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

shotaro plays dumb, tilting his head while you tilt your head sideways and give him a hard stare. shotaro folds, putting his hands up in defeat as you lay down on the bed. 

you lay facedown on the bed, trying to urge your body to relax. you haven’t been this stressed in so long you forgot how to manage it. it wasn’t until shotaro’s hands moved your limbs to the perfect place you felt your body begin to loosen. when you felt him straddled your lower back you had to repeat the motion to get yourself to relax again.

shotaro started high, a little below the space he had been working at since he got home. every part of you felt rigid, brought on by the mental strain of work. shotaro sympathized with you silently—he knew what it was like to have an unbelievable workload that seemed unbearable at times. he also had the luxury to leave everything at work. you had no choice but to be reminded of your unfinished projects each time you looked up from the bed to stare at your computer. when shotaro saw your eyes stay on the screen of your computer he started to become brash. his hands that were over your shirt was suddenly underneath the fabric, running his hands so far down your sides his hand was wedged between your stomach and the mattress. you didn’t stop his hand, or remind him about no funny business. you only let out a content sigh and turned your head back to face the pillow.

“don’t think about work right now.” shotaro said.

his voice was gentle but stern. you gave in quickly, saying an ”okay” muffled by the pillow. you tried to sound even with your voice, but the end of your words had an airy lift. the near whimper in your voice went straight to shotaro’s pants. usually he was better at controlling himself, but the view of you under him going slack and the feeling of his crotch pressing against your ass made him lightheaded. it didn’t help that you had been on shotaro’s mind all day, or that he was able to bring you relief from your stress.

he tried to remain professional, he tried so hard. he tried to not partake in the funny business, but when he pushed your shirt all the way up to your neck you didn’t stop him. when shotaro got up from the bed to grab lotion you let out a pretty whine from loss of contact. when shotaro returned and let the cold lotion spurt on your back you only shivered and made the feeble attempt to reach back and undo your bra strap knowing shotaro would do it for you. 

excitement creeped over shotaro’s body, and he wondered if you could tell. he tried his best to not let the tent in his underwear poke you, but shotaro knew that you knew what drove him insane. 

he kept part of his promise though, working his way up your back rubbing out the tension until your skin was damp from the lotion.

“so tense.” shotaro says above you.

you only groan in response, letting one of your arms go limp over the side of the bed. it is so relaxing, you think that if shotaro keeps going you’ll fall asleep. 

if he listened to what you said, he would’ve just given you a massage until your alarm went off to let you go back to work. but your sighs of relief were so blissful to his ears and the skin of your back was so soft. your moisturized skin had started to glow from the light of your computer skin. shotaro couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about your body glistening in sweat and the toys you two kept in the bedside table called out to him like a devil on his shoulder.

“babe?” shotaro said, still looking at the drawer of his bedside table.

you were nearly asleep, only being able to hum lightly to let shotaro know you heard him. shotaro was silent for a moment, letting his hand drift all the way down your until he rested above your ass.

“can i go lower?” he asked.

you only hesitated a second before mumbling a yes. 

shotaro didn’t hesitate moving his legs further down your body, until he could comfortably lean his crotch against your ass. shotaro felt you perk up and preen your ass slightly backwards to really feel all of him. his hands kept you down, kneading your ass over your pajama pants. he wished you were wearing those thin shorts to bed, the ones that were too short to cover all of you. but he would settle for the thin material of your pants. 

he kept kneading the skin, until your body started working against his force to put your ass further in the air. both you and shotaro got quiet, driven by the feeling of your bodies touching. shotaro fully delved into the funny business he promised not to do and you were no better. 

your ass was grinding against his dick when the alarm on your phone went off. it was blaring and it was loud, overtaking the sounds of quiet pants and breaking through the fog in your brain. your monitor screen had timed out, leaving you and shotaro only in the light of your screensaver. 

shotaro quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table, turning it off while cursing it in his mind. he purposely pressed his dick into you as he moved, dragging it back and forth slowly as he went back to his previous position behind you. if you wanted to get back to work he would not stop you. deadlines were deadlines, and shotaro would always be here. but that did not stop him from leaning forward, so close to you that his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

“thirty more minutes?” he asked with a smile.

you laughed into the pillow. shotaro felt the bed shift as you pressed your ass flush against his hips. shotaro’s hand gripped your hips and travelled to your stomach, pressing against your skin to perfect your form.

“when has sex with you ever been thirty minutes?” you asked.

shotaro pulled back from your ear, using his other hand to open the drawer of the bedside table. he could see you snap your head to the drawer, laser-focused on his hand as shotaro shuffled his hand around. he knew exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted to see you squirm as he obnoxiously rummaged through, making the metal cuffs clang around. 

when shotaro finally pulled out the matching set of pink toys, he could feel you draw in your breath. he was having trouble breathing on his own, the anticipation that was building stacking exponentially. your body stiffened and shotaro could feel the energy in the room change as he purposely took his time dragging the tip of the dildo down your smooth back. you shivered again and shotaro gave you the space to perk your ass up in the air as you took off your shirt and bra the rest of the way. your face was still down and shotaro grabbed a handful of your clothed ass, reveling in your whine.

“this isn’t sex.” shotaro said.

he rested on his haunches and leaned down, so close until he could press his face into your bottom half. when you rubbed your ass against his cheek shotaro put both hands on your ass spreading them. he breathed in the scent of you, something he spent all day thinking about.

“just stress relief,” he reached behind him, putting the tip of the vibrating dildo over your clothed clit. “so you can get back to work, yeah?”

“yeah.” you said meekly.

shotaro laughed and cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your ass before straightening his back. from his space above you he could see how you turned your head, one side pressing against the pillow. shotaro wished he could see your whole face, but he got what he needed seeing your eyebrows stitch together as he turned on the dildo. 

the initial vibration made you jolt. shotaro anticipated it, holding your body in place by a hand on your hip. your hands instantly fisted the sheets, letting out a weak whimper.

“so jumpy.” shotaro tsked. 

he pressed the button on the dildo before putting it to the side. he knew the instructions to the dildo better than you. when shotaro initially bought the toys, you were too embarrassed to even look at them. you brought the covers up to your eyes while shotaro diligently read the instructions, pressing the buttons over and over to figure out how to use it. you made him keep the toys on his side of the bed at first too, and almost always looked nervous when you had to reach in his drawer for something. 

but now you loved the toys almost as much as shotaro did. he would come home from work on occasion and find them missing, hidden on your side of the bed. those were always the best days. shotaro got to show you how to properly use your own toys, and he got to tease you relentlessly when your eyes would go wide after finding out a new function. he would tease you until you wer a crying mess, talking about how you don’t even know how to get yourself off properly with your own toys.

his favorite function on the vibrating pink dildo was it’s ability to warm up. it took a second, but when it was ready it would emulate the warmth of his own dick. shotaro was a modern man and he loved innovation. so while he waited for the pink dildo to warm up he brought the reliable vibrator. it had one setting, and barely worked but it always got the job done. 

shotaro slotted himself between your legs, forcing them further apart with his own. you let yourself become malleable underneath his touch, moving to the exact position he placed you in.

“just relax for me.” shotaro said.

he peered over your body to look at your face. when your hand quickly reached back he held it tightly, pressing it against your back. he only needed one hand now to turn on the vibrator, causing you to instantly fidget. you pushed your ass in whatever direction shotaro would pull the vibrator to. shotaro was fascinated seeing you chase stimulation so desperately. when he pulled it away you wiggled your ass, and when shotaro dragged it down your slit you pushed your hips backwards so desperately it made the vibrator prod your entrance. you were whimpering chasing the feeling, only pulling away when shotaro would place it on your clit.

“need you.” you whimpered pathetically into your pillow. 

shotaro hummed sympathetically, still dragging the vibrator along your bottom half. he felt himself straining in his underwear, so hard that the precum started seeping through the fabric. 

shotaro had the habit of taking out his stress on you in the bedroom. something about seeing you come undone at his hands eased the weight on his shoulders. for some twisted reason, seeing you cum from anything else but his dick helped ease his stress even more. deductive reasoning told shotaro it was probably about control, maybe projection, or maybe taking care of you first made shotaro feel like he was taking care of himself. there were multiple times that shotaro had finished without touching himself, only touching you. he had heard the horror stories from his friends about cumming too early, but once again shotaro was a modern man. he was ready to go again quickly, and was resourceful enough to keep you going long after he was done.

“i’m right here, baby.” shotaro cooed. 

he let go of your hand briefly to reach and touch your cheeks. it made your eyes open, and shotaro saw you try to look for him behind you. he moved his body to enter your lined of sight, still playfully prodding his vibrator at your entrance. when your features softened shotaro went back to pressing it into your clit. your high pitched whine went right to shotaro’s dick, bringing him forward to grind it on your ass. the precum that seeped through his underwear got on your pajama pants. shotaro looked up at the ceiling, going back to pressing your hand against your ass. he pressed the vibrator further into your clit, until you turned your head forward and your hand pressed against the headboard. 

shotaro watched your body rock against nothing, and he saw your thighs shake. he started gripping your ass again, pulling you back to press against his dick against your ass. shotaro got distracted, feeling you wiggle against his ass. he almost missed your whine talking about how close you were, and how your hand started pushing at the waistband of your pajama pants. shotaro used the last of his self control to bring your waistband down calmly. he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on the swell of your ass, biting with a force that caused you to jolt. 

with your pants halfway down your legs you became more sensitive. there was one less layer separating your body from the vibrations of the toy. you couldn’t hide behind the extra layer, turning your head to whine in the pillow when shotaro pressed into your clit. he could see the splotch over your underwear, and when he pressed his finger into your panties the fabric stuck to your folds. 

“i’m going to cum.” you whimpered.

shotaro went back to kissing your ass, alternating between sucks and love bites. he used his free hand to bunch your underwear, until the fabric pulled between your ass. he lifted slightly, applying just enough friction to your cunt. you were moaning now, failing to muffle your sounds in the pillow.

“let it out.” shotaro encouraged.

with your bunched panties in his hand he brought it back to your ass, only freeing his thumb from his fist. when shotaro lightly pressed his finger against your asshole your body tensed for a split second before melting underneath his touch. your first orgasm was never loud, only high-pitched whimpers and repeating his name over and over. you almost always relaxed after the first one, losing all force to keep yourself up causing you to slide on the soft sheets.

shotaro could’ve taken you from the back like this for the rest of the night. he resisted the urge to hold your body in this position with his strength while he spent the night relaxing every tense muscle in your body. part of him wanted to fuck you with the dildo then give you his dick until the back of your thighs were glossy from slick and you had to press your legs together pathetically to save yourself from overstimulation—but the way you kept puckering your lips and clutching at the bottom of his shirt made his tunnel vision disperse. so when shotaro guided your wobbly legs out of your pants he let you lay on your back. 

you pulled him down to you quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist and peppering kisses all along his face. shotaro smiled from the quick kisses, thinking about how you must’ve stored all your affection up the whole day. 

shotaro reached behind him in the middle of your kisses, bringing the dildo to rest beside your head. when your kisses ceased, shotaro brought you in for a big kiss, one that still connected your lips with a string of spit. shotaro broke the string with the dildo, letting it rest on your bottom lip while you looked up to him with blown out eyes. shotaro gave you a simple head nod and you poked your tongue out, laving the tip until it was glossy with your spit. shotaro licked a line down it himself, making you widen your eyes. 

he barely gave you time to register the lewd act before he brought the dildo down between your two bodies. he pressed the tip to your clit before dragging it down to collect your slick. you brought shotaro down closer to put your head in the crook of his neck as the wet sounds filled the room. shotaro liked playing with you this way, making you hear how wet you always get. he was almost able to imagine it being his own dick spreading your arousal around and teasing your entrance. your legs that were wrapped around his waist spread apart and you let your hips thrust upwards, desperate to have something inside of you.

shotaro pulled his body away from you until you were forced to look at him. he could see the bleary look in your eyes were wet now with tears threatening to break your water line. shotaro used his free hand to stroke the skin underneath your eye. he watched your big eyes stare at him desperately, flickering down quickly to his consoling smile.

“just relaxxxxx.” shotaro prolonged his words as he slid the warm dildo into your heat.

your mouth was agape taking it all. you almost immediately began squeezing around the toy, your walls still sensitive from your first orgasm. it slid in and out of your with ease, both you and shotaro’s foreheads pressed against eachother to watch the scene unfold together. you swallowed it up each time, and if you looked further past you could see shotaro’s dick twitching in his underwear. there was a wet patch, one that you would have to teasingly bring up later. 

you were pulled from your thoughts when you felt shotaro’s eyes look at you. with your foreheads still pressed together you maintained eye contact, biting on your bottom lip when shotaro turned the vibrator on to it’s lowest setting.

you started whimpering immediately and found yourself in the same position of desperately looking for things to hold onto. shotaro found your hand first, squeezing it tight and pressing it into the sheets next to your head.

“so wet and tight,” shotaro increased the speed of pumping the toy inside of you. “i can feel you sucking it back in.” he cooed.

you didn’t know how to respond. any words you could’ve formed turned into quick motions of your heads and whimpers. when shotaro increased the speed of the vibration your whimpers turned into moans and cries of his name.

“you pretending it’s me?” shotaro teased.

you looked down again while shotaro lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. you shook your head, muttering something about how it’s not as good as the real thing. 

shotaro felt a pulse in his pants again as he pulled his body up, getting a full view of your entire body. he settled back on his legs to get a better angle and view. from here he could see your chest shudder as your breaths became more broken, and how your leg tensed from the pleasure. you were going through a full body experience, and shotaro got to witness it all. how could he be stressed about anything after seeing this? how could you be stressed after going through it? he was unrelenting and could stop himself from sighing in content. shotaro was coming towards his own climax, just from watching your squirms become more intense.

he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled you closer. shotaro licked his hand and brought it to your chest. he rolled your sensitive nipples between his wet fingers, pinching harder until you brought your own hands to your chest. you placed your hand over his, guiding how you needed him to hold you. shotaro felt his mouth go agape slightly watching you touch yourself. he knew he told himself that he would be doing all the work, but something about both of you coming together to bring yourself pleasure drove him insane. shotaro had to let out a deep breath, he had to save whatever he had left for you. he turned up the speed and went faster, until your hand clutched onto his bicep. 

your eyes were fixed on shotaro as his expression got serious. he kept going, letting a glob of spit land on your cunt to add more lubrication. your nails dug into shotaro’s arm and he bit his lip.

“you close?” shotaro said, already knowing the answer.

“yeah.” you moaned.

shotaro smiled and continued the same speed.

“give it to me.” he said.

for a moment you were silent. it was only the sound of your computer fans whirring, the low sound of the vibrator, and the squelching that filled the room. it was you arching your back of the bed and shotaro egging you on, coaxing you to the edge. when you felt the tension snap again your whimpers came out in pants before a cry came from your throat. it got louder as shotaro didn’t stop, still thrusting the vibrator in and out of your heat. your nails didn’t let up in his bicep, gripping him so hard your body shook. your legs closed around shotaro’s hand, causing the leg on shotaro’s shoulder to pull him in. didn’t separate them, instead watching your body react with enchantment fueled by lust. 

shotaro didn’t stop until after your frantic head shakes turned weak, and your grip on his bicep went limp. shotaro pulled out the dildo quickly, letting it vibrate on your stomach before turning it off. your full body twitched from the situation, and continued to twitch as shotaro ran soothing hands across your body. he let you lay there limp as you caught your breath and gathered your composure.

“you okay?” he asked innocently.

shotaro asked the question like your twitching body wasn’t his fault. the smile on his face was small, pressing heart shaped kissing on your hot cheeks. your world was still spinning when your snoozed alarm went off again. thirty minutes slipped through your fingers, you weren’t sure if you could even get up anymore to make your way to the computer. your full body went slack, so loose you were almost limp. if it wasn’t for shotaro, you don’t think you could’ve turned the alarm off.

he set his phone back down on the bedside table, hovering over you as he continued to touch you gently. this time it was shotaro giving you a flurry of slow kisses, each one wetter than the last. shotaro helped you come back to earth quicker, silently letting your body gain it’s strength again. 

when you were ready, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. you saw his full body, still in his undershirt and briefs. before you could reach for his waistband he spoke.

“i came.” shotaro said.

his confidence in the statement almost made you bashful. you only nodded, swallowing whatever spit you had in your mouth to try and wet your throat. 

you words inevitably came out hoarse and quiet, asking shotaro to cuddle with you. he got up from the bed quickly, taking the toys into the bathroom to be cleaned and coming back with a cold bottle of water. you downed it quickly, but not as fast as shotaro was coming back to bed. he didn’t bother to get changed and you didn’t bother to get dressed as you cuddled together above the sheets. 

you both knew it was useless getting dressed, you were going to go for another round when the snooze alarm sounded off again.

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mango flavored | o. st

coworker!shotaro x fem. reader | 7.6k words

thought about how shotaro was studying economics in school and i started thinking a little too much…i promise i’m so normal about him.

contains: secret relationship, reader and shotaro are tipsy, fingering (fem. receiving), teasing, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control)

the mango flavored alcoholic beverage got you by surprise. it went down like juice at this point in the night, although it didn’t go down with any problems to begin with. it was sweet and barely tasted like alcohol, the fruity cocktail tasted like juice with a little bit of a punch.

you weren’t normally the type to drink in a work setting, but it was a special occasion. you and your team were wrapping up the end of a project that ran all your lives for a month. it was extremely ironic to have another late night out after spending the last two weeks in the office after hours. it had gotten to the point that your team would take power naps in the conference room just to come right back out and type away. you thought your eyeballs were going to melt out of your head from the blue light and lack of sleep. but you couldn’t miss out on a celebratory drink with your coworkers. especially because you knew what followed after each project was closed.

“i think you should pace yourself, yeah?” shotaro said into your ear.

he spoke to you quietly, leaning backwards to remove himself from everyone’s line of sight. shotaro tried to be sneaky for no reason—none of your coworkers had picked up on your secret relationship. if they didn’t know what you guys were doing they definitely wouldn’t find out tonight. they were drunk a long time ago, going straight for the hard liquor in contrast to your mixed beverages. they were two shots deep before the food even arrived, and it only got worse from there. you could make out with shotaro in front of them and they probably wouldn’t pay it any mind, and if they did it would be forgotten by the morning. 

you looked to your coworkers sitting directly in front of you and shotaro, engaged in their own conversation. you could hear them a little too well, the alcohol making their speech slurred and loud. you kept staring at them, waiting for them to acknowledge your stare that was less than an arms length away. they were unbothered, shit talking your bosses boss that was elusive and never in the office. you turned back to shotaro to see him staring curiously at you, waiting for a response. you almost forgot what he had asked you when you let your eyes shamelessly eat at him, resting on his lips. 

letting the thought of kissing shotaro enter your mind was a mistake, because now it was all you could think of. it became more and more tempting when his tongue ran over his pink lips. you’re sure he would taste like a mix of the mango beverage he finished for you and the shot he had at the beginning of the night. you thought about how his lips were probably soft from the balm he applied religiously, kept in his front pocket (and a spare in his backpack) for maximum convenience. 

if you were going to hypothetically kiss shotaro in front of the entire marketing team you would have to hold his face too. when you two kissed, his hands always found their place on the back of your neck while yours rested on his face or ran through his hair. his skin was always so soft underneath the pads of your fingers, firing off all the dopamine receptors in your mind. his skin was glowing underneath the warm light of the restaurant, and a little glossy from the warmth and alcohol in his system. shotaro looked cherubic, the apples of his cheeks shining each time he laughed or smiled. 

you constantly felt like you were fighting two wolves each time you thought about shotaro. on one side you saw the angelic sweetheart that everyone in the office loved, but on the other you saw the confident and attractive man that had you on your knees. you thought he was hot in his business casual attire for work but outside of work he was even more captivating. his carefree spirit translated into his fashion, with a hint of classiness that had intrigued you. you had already fucked shotaro by the time you first saw him wearing his casual clothes at a company lunch months prior. it was pleasantly surprising to see a new side to him, the complete opposite of the button ups and slacks he wore to work. you were checking him out the whole lunch, barely contributing to the conversation your bosses were having. when he looked at you worried asking why you hadn’t eaten you lean to whisper in his ear that you were hungry for something else. you saw shotaro’s eyes widen and his ears that were tucked into his beanie get red when he understood what you said. 

ever since the lunch you both started unabashedly flirting with the other during office meals, loving the risk of it all. it was easy to cover it up if someone did ask what you two were chatting about, you and shotaro were friendly. you guys were assigned to nearly every project together so how could you not be cordial? if shotaro had his arm on the back of the chair behind you it was only because he liked the comfort of having an arm up. not to mention shotaro was even more chatty when he was tipsy, talking to anyone who would listen. you became bratty when you got alcohol in your system and you became an awful liar too.

“i’m barely tipsy.” you said, looking back at shotaro. “what’s it to you anyways?”

shotaro ran his hand through his hair for the nth time of the night, staying in the pushed back position he wanted it in. you let yourself look at the rings on his hand then drift down to his face, where a knowing smile had you smiling back. you had crossed the threshold of  “tipsy” a long time ago. you were at the part where you wanted to do unspeakable things to your coworker and you didn’t care if other people saw it. shotaro seemed to know it too when he leaned close to your ear. he was at the part where he started to care less and less about getting caught.

“i don’t know if you’ll be able to handle it later if you’re too drunk.” shotaro said innocently.

it was whatever shotaro had planned for you once you both made it back to your apartment after drinking. it was usually shotaro pressed against your sweaty body while feeling you up or you on your knees for him. it had become plenty of things ever since you started seeing him.

when you first met shotaro you didn’t think he had it in him. he wasn’t shy by any means, instantly hitting it off with everyone in the office but he was just so kind and seemed so innocent. his bright smile and expressive eyes gave the impression that he was the human embodiment of purity. you found out that this very much wasn’t the case half a year ago.

you and shotaro were working on a project about consumer preferences for off brand versions of skincare products alone when the question first came up. it was simple and non assuming on your part, just a question to try and keep yourself awake.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked.

shotaro took a break from typing on his computer to turn and look at you. you instantly clarified that you weren’t asking romantically, only curious as to why he transferred to your office’s location. shotaro went back to typing before answering you.

“no i don’t have a girlfriend.” he answered. “i transferred because my friend needed a roommate and i wanted to leave my hometown.” 

“cool, cool.” you typed on your keyboard a couple of times, trying to move on. “any particular reason?” you asked.

shotaro laughed, still typing on his computer. you took a quick peak over your shoulder and saw shotaro with perfect posture filling out endless cells on the spreadsheet. he was a terrible multitasker, having to pull away from his computer before answering you.

“that i don’t have a girlfriend? or why i left my hometown?” shotaro asks.

shotaro smiles at you tripping over your words. you thought this interaction would be the other way around, with him being the mess instead of you. but you have to clear your throat and look at the random words you typed on your computer as an excuse to look away from shotaro.

“why you left. if you want to answer the first question too go ahead.” you said.

shotaro laughed before explaining his reason for moving. he wanted a change of scenery and a chance to spread his wings. he woke up one day realizing he was an adult who had never seen life outside of his prefecture. so when his friend from college told him he was moving shotaro leaped at the chance, transferring from his previous location to this one. shotaro didn’t have a girlfriend because he was too busy with work, which you understood. there was no way to have a significant other when a majority of your day was spent in an office. unless you were seeing your coworker.

it was silent between you two again, the only sound in the office was typing on the keyboards and the occasional sigh. shotaro stopped typing again and turned towards you, a smile on his face.

“do you have a boyfriend?” shotaro asked.

he didn’t clarify why he was asking you that question, you assumed it was to embarrass you. you felt you face heating up as you shook your head staring at the graphs on your computer. it was getting to the part of the night where nothing made sense and your eyes were losing focus. 

“i don’t understand how you don’t have one.” shotaro said. “you’re beautiful.”

you thought that your lack of sleep was making you delirious when you heard shotaro say that. you turned in your chair to face him, and his smile confirmed that you weren’t just hearing things. 

you had foolishly believed that shotaro wasn’t hiding anything underneath his smile and big shining eyes. you thought that you had him figured out, a typical twenty-something that had never pursued a woman before, much less slept with one. but shotaro pursued you that night in the dark office and he got you. you ended up with your back pressed deep into the chair with one foot perched on the edge while the other one pressed into the ground. you could feel your toes curling in your dress shoes from the pleasure while shotaro sat in the chair next to you with his hands shoved into your pants. the sound of typing in the office was replaced with your quiet pants and the subtle squelching while shotaro told you how good you feel. you ended up returning the favor, palming him through his slacks while he put his fingers that were inside of you in your mouth. he held on tight to the armrest of his chair when he came in his pants and squeezed his eyes shut, whispering quiet explexitives. his face was tinted red and sheepishly smiled when he said you two should do this again. 

you learned that night that shotaro was far from innocent. you also learned that you needed more of him. so you two worked out an agreement that everytime you finished a project or were alone in the office together you two would have sex. sex in the office became a rarity especially with the onslaught of group projects.

but now the project was done and shotaro was telling you he had something in store for you. you suddenly didn’t want to drink anymore, pushing the rest of your mango beverage away. you turned to shotaro and lightly shrugged your shoulders.

“i’m actually done for the night.” you said casually.

“good,” shotaro smiled and looked towards the exit of the restaurant before looking at you “wanna get out of here?” he asked.

when you nodded and shotaro flagged down a waitress so he could close out the tab both of you were drinking on. you bid your goodbyes to the table together, giving pleasantries and saying you’ll see them in the office on monday. no one questioned why you and shotaro were leaving together, why he had a hand on the small of your back while he held your bag, or why he got into the cab with you when he lived on the other side of town. 

the cab rides back to your place was always one of your favorite parts of the night. people out on the street passed by you in a blur and lights on buildings caught your eye. when you were tipsy you always felt like you were in a spaceship in a car, moving through space and time while shotaro’s hand rested on your thigh. it felt like the imprint of his hand was burning through your pants, making you squirm in your seat. you moved closer to him and shotaro welcomed it, putting a hand behind you so you could nestle into his chest.

when you got to your apartment shotaro helped you out on his side of the car, wishing the driver a goodnight before closing the door. you waited patiently for shotaro in front of your building, for him to lead you to your room. you just liked his gentle hand resting on the small of your back, helping you up the stairs like you couldn’t walk. the brunt of your drunkness had worn off during the car ride, leaving you with the giggly tipsy feeling. you couldn’t hide your excitement of what was coming your way as shotaro led you up the stairs.

you didn’t waste any time once you closed the door to your apartment. you pulled shotaro close to you by his button up, pressing your lips to his. his lips were incredibly soft and his hand pressed into the door beside your head. you put your tongue in his mouth to taste the mango and the sake, pulling him even closer. shotaro laughed into your lips, letting you explore his mouth as you pleased. he started using his free hand to help you out of your jacket and undo the buttons on your blouse, letting your clothes fall to the floor. when you hastily got out of your shoes shotaro did the same.

when your top was gone shotaro moved his hand to your neck, helping you deepen the kiss. you were getting drunk again off of shotaro alone. you thought about how pent up you were during the whole project, stealing glances during the late night team meetings. you caught shotaro looking too, always asking your team for coffee to hide the fact that he already had your order waiting for you at his desk.

shotaro pulling away from you brought you back to the present. his lips were glossy and already plump from the biting. you had lost yourself in kissing him like you always do, not coming back to reality until shotaro ran his fingers over your bottom lip.

“lets go sit down.” shotaro said.

he walked through your apartment with ease, tracing the same steps he has taken thousands of times. each time he comes over you’re reminded you should try switching your furniture around or buying a painting. it’s ironic, paying rent for a place you’re never at. it would make more sense to split the electricity bill of your office building with all your coworkers. but you like seeing shotaro familiar with your apartment, you enjoy seeing him go into the fridge and know exactly where your bottles of water are. you enjoy seeing him point to the seat he knows you like on the couch, letting you sit there while he unbuttons his shirt. shotaro takes his time, making sure it’s not wrinkled when he lays it over the back of your chair. he sits the two bottles of water on your coffee table and stands in front of you. you look up at him, your hands going to his thighs to touch him.

“still a little stressed?” shotaro asked.

you actually felt the calmest you’ve been in a long time. you weren’t necessarily relaxed, the anticipation making you antsy all over. but you felt calm underneath the squirming feeling to the point that you were enjoying your nerves. regardless, you nodded your head slowly and looked up at shotaro through your eyelashes. he cooed at you, bringing a hand to rub and hold your chin.

“you work so hard for our team.” shotaro said.

it was simple work you did, much easier than what shotaro had to do. he was the one actually gathering the data and doing the math that you barely understood. your job was simply just compiling the answers shotaro gave you into neat graphs and reports to give to your bosses. he knew you felt this way, you never hesitated to tell him that a robot could easily do your job. you let him have it this time when shotaro started moving to get behind you on the couch. 

his body fit between yours and the armrest of the easily. it was the perfect amount of space, your body fit between his legs like a puzzle piece. you sat slotted between shotaro’s legs waiting for his next move. his hands went to your shoulders and guided you backwards until your back was pressed against his chest. it was broad and comfortable, you instantly settled into him. 

shotaro kissed the exposed skin of your shoulder when your body was flush with his. you sighed contently and tipped your head to the side, purposely exposing your neck to him. it was soothing the way shotaro slowly pressed his lips to your skin. each kiss was gentler than the one before. you started having to fight the lack of sleep away. it was catching up to you before you felt shotaro’s cold rings brush against your warm skin. his hands started massaging your shoulders, starting from opposite ends and working their way to the base of your neck. 

shotaro worked through the knots brought on by bad posture and stress, coaxing a satisfied groan from you. it was almost painful when shotaro found a particularly stubborn knot, kneading your skin until you started slumping your shoulders in relief. you had almost forgotten what you both were here to do, too caught up in the comfort of it all.

you brought a hand to rest on top of shotaro’s and he kissed your knuckles, still driving his thumbs into your tensed muscles. he pressed exceptionally hard on a knot, eliciting a pained whine. shotaro kissed the back of your head before going even further. your whine got louder, the mixture of pain and relief causing you to tense your shoulders. shotaro kissed your hand one last time before pulling away from your shoulders. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled him closer to you, placing an open mouthed kiss to the back of your neck. you felt his tongue touch your bare skin before he pulled away. shotaro’s face was close to yours, so close that his hair brushed your skin and his lips were against your ear.

“can i help you relax?” shotaro whispered into your ear.

you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you, his curled lips grazing the shell of your ear. shotaro asked the question so innocently while his hands found their way to your dress pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. he didn’t even have to look down to know what he was doing, a mix of experience and intuition guiding his hands. you nodded against his chest, lifting your hips and pulling off your pants a little too quickly.

while you took off your pants shotaro pulled his hands away from your body to take off his rings. he took them off in front of your face, just to tease you a little more, to let anticipation build all over your body. he put the rings between the bottles of water that sweat from condensation. you discard your pants and shotaro helps guide your back to his chest to the position you were in before. you settle against him and bend your knees to help keep yourself stable, loving the way your skin rubs against his undershirt. one of shotaro’s legs hang over the edge of the couch and he keeps the other extended and close to your body. you can see the way he places the leg, the way he’d be able to keep your legs spread with ease. he kisses the crook of your neck and a gentle hand on your chin tilts your head to expose more of your neck.

you keep your head in the same place as you feel shotaro’s hand travel down your body. he starts by trailing down the center of your throat and he lets his middle finger and thumb trace the outline of your collarbones before continuing his way down. shotaro has you on holding your breath when his fingers travel down the valley of your chest. it’s a breath that comes out rushed when he cups your breast, alternating between pressing it into your body and kneading the supple skin. you’ve tried touching your chest the same way shotaro does but it’s different. the grip doesn’t feel the same and you can’t mimic the desperation, or the way he twitches against your back. shotaro’s lips touch your neck as he switches to the other breast, just as desperate as he was on the other one.

“you’re so perfect.” shotaro whispers.

you whine and press yourself further into his shotaro’s body.  your hands grip his thighs and he flexes his muscle to give you somethign to dig your nails into. your legs squirm in the air, your knees close in until they touch. everything is too much already, the tipsy brain fog making all the sensations feel more intense. by the time shotaro makes it your panties you’re already whimpering and digging your fingernails into his skin.

“so pretty in pink.” shotaro says.

you look down to see him play with the elastic of your pink panties. it’s an intoxicating sight, seeing shotaro’s fingers grab the band of fabric and pull up slightly. it’s almost a feeling of discomfort, feeling the panties press against your folds. but you let it happen because shotaro is doing it, and you might trust him just a little too much. 

the fabric sticks to your folds and shotaro runs a light finger over the fabric. he takes his time, tracing all the way up and all the way down until he settles on your clit, pressing lightly. you gasp and let your head fall back against his shoulder, craning your head to kiss his jaw. it’s an impulsive act, but it’s one that has shotaro moving his head to kiss you on the lips. you let him kiss you, loving how he has to sacrifice the perfect posture he always brags about just to get closer to you. he doesn’t care about the discomfort either when he gets to see your face contort in pleasure or feel your lips on his. you feel good and you taste even better, and shotaro wants to keep indulging himself in it all. 

shotaro pulls away from your lips, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him from his shoulder. when you make eye contact with shotaro, he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger inside of you.

even though it’s only one, you still sigh and have to bite your tongue to hold back curses. you know it’s by design, the way shotaro teases you. he likes for you to see what he’s doing to you, he wants you to see his finger plunge in and out of your heat. he has always taken a liking to teasing you, you’ve had nights with him where he edged you to tears before finally giving in, maintaining that sweet smile the whole time. you wanted to say you were used to it by now, but when he pulled his finger out you whined from loss of contact. 

he leaned his finger towards your heat again and you slid down slightly to try and follow his fingers. you looked up to shotaro, eyes wide to show him how badly you needed it. he had his signature smile, so innocent and non assuming like he wasn’t propelling you towards your wits end. 

“i’ll take care of you, just like i always do.” shotaro says.

he helps you out of your panties and you let him. when they’re off shotaro’s soft hand guides one of your legs until your thigh rests on top of his. your legs are completely spread, and shotaro kisses your cheek for being so pliable. his hand that doesn’t tease your center undoes the clasp on your bra with ease. your tits are hard from the cold air of your apartment. the fact that you’re completely naked while shotaro is fully clothed makes you even more sensitive. he has you completely in the palm of his hand, and you’ll eventually have to come to terms with how much you love it.

you nod your head and whine, and you feel shotaro’s slow hands go back to your thighs. he uses his fingers on his other hand to spread your folds and bring two fingers to his mouth. you have to tilt your head awkwardly to see them glisten from his spit. he puts his wet digits inside of you, and you straighten your back. it’s hard to maintain your composure, your iron resolve from work related stress crumbles in shotaro’s hands. he uses your whimpers as guidance and your face expressions as motivation. when your eyes close it means he’s doing good, and when you bite your lip for a moment it means he needs to pull back. shotaro loves having you figured out, and he loves knowing what makes you tick. when he bends his fingers inside of you, you bring your hand to his bicep.

“right there.” you sigh contently.

shotaro looks down to see his fingers pump in and out of you. he has to bring his chin forward to rest on your shoulder to see the view. he wouldn’t change it for anything else. 

your foot that hangs down from shotaro’s leg flexes. each time you habitually try to close your thighs together to lock shotaro’s hand in place his leg keeps them apart. you let yourself completely fall into shotaro, his pretty fingers that kept your folds apart went to focus on your clit instead. it’s slow and steady strokes, ones that prolong your whines and moans. shotaro extracts your sounds like surgery, each pump of his fingers and revolutions on your clit is deliberate. he wants to feel your tense body progressively become more and more relaxed against him, until your become so pliant your legs start to shake. it’s suspiciously easy to get you to that point and shotaro has to tell himself to not get a big ego because of it.

“just like that.” you tell shotaro breathlessly. 

he nods and adds another finger. you tense for only a second to get used to the stretch before your body becomes limp against his again. shotaro smiles against the skin of your neck before kissing it. your head tilts upwards to the ceiling and when you take the occasional moment to open your eyes you focus on your ceiling fan. its blades move slow and steady, in such a contrast to your racing heart. you try to focus on the slow fan to steady yourself but it only reminds you of the same gentle way shotaro pushes his fingers inside of you.

“feels good?” shotaro asks. 

he sucks on the skin of your neck. he wants you to look at what he’s doing to you, but shotaro lets you focus on other things if it means he can do this to you longer.

”so good.” you say quietly.

“good.” shotaro kisses your neck. “i just want you to feel good.” shotaro says.

you let him continue to slowly pump his fingers in and out, your grip on his bicep varies based on what he does. shotaro can feel you getting tighter around his digits and your thigh starts trying to pull in a little harder.

“do you want me to add another finger?” he asks.

you shake your head, still looking at the ceiling.

“no. three is perfect.” you say.

shotaro starts driving his fingers a little deeper, and his hand that rubs your clit speeds up. shotaro can see your breath catch in your throat.

“i’m close.” you whine.

shotaro picks up the pace on your clit and acknowledges you with a hum. your other hand grips his other bicep now. shotaro hopes you don’t plan on pulling his hands away when you release around his fingers.

“can you look down for me?” shotaro asks innocently. 

you hesitate for a moment but you obliged. your head tilts down and shotaro starts picking up the speed on your clit. your jaw starts to hang ad your eyebrows cinch together. shotaro looks down for himself too, conflicted on which sight he rather see.

“can you cum for me baby?” shotaro asks.

you nod and shotaro pushes his hard dick into your back. you move backwards quickly, loving the feeling of the imprint on your hot skin. 

your hands tighten on shotaro’s biceps and try to pull them away with minimal force. he keeps them in place, not halting his movements. the rest of your body reacts first before your mind does. your thighs twitch and try to close in on eachother and your feet start flexing again. your breathing becomes rushed and the nails leave indents on shotaro’s skin. your walls clamp around his fingers and your sopping heat squelches from your cum. you let your head go back on shotaro’s shoulder as your mind tells you you’re experiencing your first orgasm since the project started. it runs through your brain and fires off all your receptors, the feeling of shotaro kissing your face gently. pushes you through it all.

you’re still reeling and shotaro can tell it. his precum seeps through his underwear as you start moaning. it starts off raspy and loud, but by the time shotaro’s fingers come to a stop it evolved into quiet high-pitched squeaks. shotaro has to let you gain composure while you’re slumped against his chest. he takes the time to compose himself too. if you were to move your body any deeper into his he would be cumming in his pants.

when your breathing settles shotaro looks at your face. when you shyly turn to him he pecks you lips and taps your thigh.

“wanna move to the bed?” he asks. 

you were still out of it, coming down from edging that seemed to last forever. all you could do is nod your head and take shotaro’s hands as he lifts you up from the couch. your legs are like jello underneath you when you stand on them fully, wobbling a little bit like you’re still drunk. shotaro laughs and puts his hand on your hips to steady you. shotaro follows behind you closely, mimicking your steps as you make your way into your bedroom. your clothes in the livingroom are long forgotten, your mind instead focused on the next part of your night with the man behind you.

his hands only leave your hips when you enter the bedroom to close your door. you situate your naked body on top of the covers, trying to hide how badly you need shotaro to touch you again. he walks slowly over to the opposite side of your bed and your eyes follow his every move. you see the way shotaro undoes his belt, the way it falls out of your line of sight. you get excited, resting on your haunches to watch shotaro slowly take of his dress slacks until he’s left in his underwear and a-line shirt. he gets on the bed in the spot you subconsciously save for him, walking on his knees until he gets to you in the center of the bed. shotaro puts a hand on your chin and traces your jawline before tilting your head upwards. his eyes are so inviting, and he hold your stare when your body leans forward to kiss you. 

shotaro keeps a hand on your face to caress your skin while his other hand presses on your lower back. it makes you move forward while you use your own hands to play with the end of shotaro’s shirt. he gets the hint, pulling away from you to lift his garment over his head. he stops only for a second, looking at your lips then looking at your eyes. 

“how do you want it?” he asks.

while you think, shotaro lets his thumb press on your bottom lip. he has never been the dominant type in bed despite his inclination to be a tease. when you first asked him what his thing was in bed, shotaro was raking his brain the same way you were racking your brain now. nothing was off limits for shotaro in regards to sex. he didn’t know how to say it then, but now he knows he would try anything if it meant he could see your eyes screw shut in ecstasy and hear you whimper. but when shotaro told you simply that his thing was seeing girls cum, he knew you didn’t believe him. so since then he has made it his mission to prove it to you. if that meant giving you the reins that was fine. if it meant edging you until you were a mess underneath him that was a bonus.

“i want to be on top.” you say confidently.

when you finally decide what you want you let shotaro push his thumb into your mouth. you can taste yourself on your tongue, and you can smell it on the rest of his hand. shotaro opens his mouth slightly as he watches you take more of his thumb. you can see his tongue move in his mouth the same way yours moves around his digit. he had a strange habit of mirroring your movements, in and outside of the bedroom. that’s something you’re going to have to tease him about later when he copies you in the office. 

you shift on the bed and shotaro follows you, finger still in your mouth and his hand still ghosting over the small of your back. you two lay down on the bed together, chest to chest while you maneuver into the right position. shotaro takes his finger from your mouth regretfully to reach for the waistband of his underwear. you help him out of it the same way he helped you out of your clothes on the couch.

you’re both content when he’s free from his boxers, his heavy dick hits the taut skin of his lower stomach. you try to tease shotaro the same way he teased you, ghosting a slow finger up his shaft to spread the precum on his tip. you love the way his head presses into the pillow, and hearing his sigh of relief. shotaro has been high strung from the deadlines the same way you were, he just hid it behind a bright smile.

“you’re stressed too, right?” you asked. 

shotaro nodded his head, a hand pressing into your tricep lightly. you grab his length into your hands, jerking him off gently. he hissed and twitched in your hand. you can’t bring yourself to tease him, to innocently ask when was the last time he took care of himself. you don’t  know what you’d do if he told you the last time he masturbated was to the thought of you, or if he had let himself get all pent up until he could be with you again.

“i can help you too.” you coo at shotaro.

he opens his eyes and his other hand goes to your arm. he pulls you slightly, trying to tell you subtly he can’t wait any longer. he’s much more impatient than you are.

“show me. please.” shotaro says.

that’s all you need to hear before moving your knees to straddle his hips. shotaro’s hands go to your waist, pressing the pads of his fingers deep into your skin you think it’ll leave a bruise. he doesn’t hold back his strength, too desperate to feel you around him again. shotaro has to use every ounce of self control to stop himself from bucking upwards when his tip prods at your entrance. you let go of his dick and rest your hands on top of his. the angle is awkward when shotaro flips his hand to intertwine your fingers, but he doesn’t care. he’s able to feel your hand squeeze his as you sink down onto him, slowly taking in everything shotaro gives you. you’re both gasping pent up messes, drunk off the feeling of eachother. 

shotaro moans when you sink all the way down, and a fast hand pushes his hair from his face. he watches you swivel your hips and you can feel shotaro’s dick in your stomach. you had almost forgotten what it felt like, riding shotaro while he looked at you with so much lust and gratitude. it made you cocky and a little too confident. when shotaro grabs a handful of your ass and praises you for how tight and perfect your pussy is it makes you think you can ride him until the sun comes up. you do have the vigor and you want to keep bouncing on his dick, but when your knees and burning thighs catch up to you the brutal pace you set starts to lag. shotaro understands, because he’s nothing if not patient. he always enjoys watching you tire yourself out just to please him. he enjoys the way your eyes look down at him, the way you grip his hands for stability. he loves the way you wrap around his dick and how he can feel your walls clamp around him when he praises you. 

when you slow down shotaro is more than happy to take over. he sees your tired but determined face, and he can feel the way your thighs start to shake. when you stop to take a breather shotaro brings your body down until your chest to chest.

“i told you i’d help you relax.” shotaro coos at you.

you let yourself fully rest against shotaro’s chest, your sweaty skin keeping you glued to him. it only takes a moment for him to plant his feet into your mattress before pistoning up into you. the sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room as he exceeds the pace you failed to set. you plant your hand against the wall for stability and put your other hand on shotaro’s shoulder. the moans tumble out, and your words are stuttered each time his hips meet yours.

“oh my god.” you cry.

“good right?” shotaro asks.

you opened your eyes to look at shotaro in front of you. he has a smile still, one that falters as he focuses on fucking up into you. he took the brunt of the work just so you could take all of him. you wondered if he would still fuck you like this if you were to date him, or if he’d become the soft and affectionate shotaro you got on rare occasions. either one didn’t matter to you, but you hoped that he would still fuck you with the reckless abandon he was giving you now.

you lift yourself up and kiss shotaro on the lips. it’s the only thing that slows down his pace temporarily, before going back into his speed with more stamina. you don’t know where all this energy suddenly came from, but you can feel it draining you as you get closer. your hand on his shoulder flails back and grabs his bent knee, digging into the skin. you don’t know what to do with your hand to stabilize yourself. you need someone to ground you before you explode.

“gimmie your hand.” shotaro says. 

you comply immediately, going to his hands that moved to your ass. shotaro grabs your wrist, pressing it into your lower back. the hold he has on you turns you into his rag doll, you have no control over the way your body moves. your breasts surge upwards in tandem with shotaro’s hips. your upper body pressed to shotaro’s is the only thing that keeps your chest somewhat in place, and you move a hand to his shoulder in an effort to stabilize yourself. now your headboard creaks pitifully and occasionally bumps into your wall. it’s no use trying to stop the pace—not that you want to anyway. you take as much of shotaro as you can, because you’ll need something to think about when he’s not here. 

when shotaro kisses your forehead you look up from his chest, barely able to focus on anything else anymore.

“you close?” shotaro asks. 

he already knows the answer before you nod your head and whine a yes. your hand that’s grabbed by the wrist balls up, and your walls close in on shotaro. his pace starts to slow down too, going for spots deep inside of you instead of going fast.

“still on birth control?” shotaro asks.

“yes.” you whine.

shotaro keeps going and you go back to kissing him. your body moves upwards from earch deep thrust, but you stay focused on kissing shotaro as he stays focused on fucking you. when you have to break away to curse shotaro watches you with wide eyes, needing to see how you look when you cum before he can do so himself. he hears your high pitched moans and the way his name falls from your lips. you can barely keep going, resting against his body as your walls continue to clamp around his length. it’s then when shotaro lets himself cum, cursing into your hair as he continues to fuck slowly into you.

you’re reduced to quiet moans by the time shotaro is done. his hand let go of your wrist so you grabbed his instead. your nails dug into his skin while he gripped your ass. shotaro’s legs slid on your sheets, fully extending down your bed while you both caught your breath. 

you came back first, trailing drowsy kisses from his sweaty chest to his lips. you lifted your hips and brought them down on his dick experimentally, just to see shotaro hiss and to feel his hand grip your waist. you smiled and settled back into his chest again, listening to his heartbeat. 

it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep on shotaro’s chest. his heartbeat lulled you to sleep and his hand rubbing your back soothed you. 

shotaro lets himself lay there with you even after you’re fast asleep, loving how your chest rises and falls in time with his. one of these days he’s gonna keep you awake and tell you how he feels, how much he liked spending time with you outside of having sex. shotaro always considered himself to be an extrovert when it came to handling people. he was confrontational and didn’t hide from conflict or expressing what he wanted. 

but when he kissed you for the first time he made the decision to do whatever he had to for you to stay around. shotaro also considered himself to be a conceited individual, but even he didn’t know what you saw in him. he didn’t know why you kept coming back to him after every project wrapped up, or why you were so keen on fucking him out of everyone in the office. 

you’re a snoring mess and sleeping like a log from the drinking and exertion you have gone through for the past month. he’s happy you’re sleeping so soundly after the stress of the last couple months, your stress lines actively disappearing as you snore into your pillow. shotaro grants himself some of the credit, the fact that he was able to tire you out enough to get a good nights rest. 

shotaro almost feels weird for watching sleep, but he can’t bring himself to look away. you snuggled your pillow in his absence, your hand awkwardly underneath your chin causing your lips and cheeks to poke out a little further. if you were to wake up in this moment you would be freaked out and self conscious over someone seeing you in such a vulnerable and unflattering state. but shotaro thinks you look beautiful—ethereal even as you catch up on your sleep. he can’t stop himself from squatting down to kiss the side of your face that isn’t smushed into the pillow. you barely react to the kiss, your face twitching in the spot where shotaro pressed his lips to your skin. he stays there beside the bed, looking at how serene you look. he gentle caresses your cheek, rubbing the place he kissed. shotaro stands up and gives you one last look before heading towards the door.

“see you on monday.” shotaro says quietly to you.

you don’t reply, only turning sleepily to throw your arm on the spot you leave open for him in bed.

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consuming the light | o. st

pastors son!shotaro x rich!fem. reader | 8.9k words

went a little overboard with the world building im sorry but i loved this story too much

contains: arranged marriage (not between shotaro and the reader), implied virginity loss, bible study under the guise of fooling around, readers parents are awful, shotaro is the best, ANGSTY, sad ending, oral (fem. receiving), missionary, emotional

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god was always kind to you. some people called it luck but you knew there was a bigger force behind all the good in your life. you were blessed to say the least. so many people would kill for the life you were born into.

as you walked down the aisle, your thin white veil filtered the colored light coming through the stained glass of the church. it was a veil imported from a place in italy you couldn’t pronounce, and it had beautiful white embroidery that told the story of both you and the man you were going to marry. the symbolism was etched not only into the veil, but also your beautiful dress. the explanation of the stitching had went in one ear and out the other. 

you looked down the aisle to your soon to be husband. with each slow step and each swelling note of the organ you felt like you were walking towards your doom. the light from the stained glass window was artificial, giving the illusion that the rest of your life wouldn’t be drained of color and sunlight.

the sun shined down on you in the form of the pastor’s son. you remember the first day you met him, during a sunday dinner hosted at the church. he helped serve the little kids and you were volunteered to help by your parents. they figured that shotaro could teach you to be kind, something they said you lacked. you weren’t sure if it was true or not, but you were at the age that you believed whatever your parents said. 

the only time you were excited to learn about god was when shotaro became your bible study partner. your parents wanted it more than you did, but you quickly became accustomed to looking at shotaro as he went over bible verses. you barely looked at the passages, eyes trained on his side profile and the way his skin gleamed underneath your kitchen lights. he would look at you as you mouthed latin hymns wrong and blush, knowing that you weren’t paying attention.

you ended up spending more and more time with shotaro outside of the church. he would come over to your house often, gawking at your high ceilings and the maids you had. you learned pretty young that your house was different than everyone else’s. your lifestyle was different, surrounded by custom furniture and large rooms. you would never tell shotaro that you enjoyed going to his house more. his house had food prepared by his parents and his place was cozy and warm. but when shotaro came to your house the cold tile suddenly felt warm underneath your feet, and all you wanted to see was his face when you looked up from your plate at dinner. he took time to learn the names of the people that kept your house up and running, thanking them sincerely when they would bring you fresh cut fruit during your bible study lessons.

your first kiss was with shotaro underneath the big tree in his backyard. you sat on the swing that hung off a large branch and laughed as he pushed you, saying you might end up wrapping around the branch if he kept going. your swings came to a stop and shotaro came to stand in front of you. he looked at you with eyes that reflected the light coming through the trees. you were shy when you said you liked him and the kiss was awkward, lips barely touching before you both pulled away. you both turned away from the other, faces hot and eyes darting everywhere else. shotaro’s hand was hot when he grabbed yours as he walked you home, and he gave you a gentle peck on your cheek when he dropped you off at your door.

from that moment on for more than three years you and shotaro had a relationship of sorts. he would walk you home and hold your hand and look after you. you ended up becoming a regular at church and shotaro started sitting next to you in the pews. no one suspected a thing was going on between you two, sometimes it felt so unreal that you didn’t know what was going on either. you both avoided the topic of defining what you guys had. something about it felt so unholy, like you were straying from the path your god—your parents had carved out for you. you couldn’t resist straying from the path when you first put your tongue in shotaro’s mouth, or when he pulled you to straddle his lap. it was all new for the both of you, learning about passion and fire that burned outside of hell. it was liberating to experience a new emotion and trying to understand it. when you told shotaro how to touch you it was like you finally had control of something in your life.

shotaro had a good head on his shoulders, one that entertained your requests and listened to you. you credited his obedience to the church, thinking about all the sunday school nuns that shaped him into the man you snuck around to see. you knew it was partially credited to his parents. they were different from yours, they had an honest living. you had heard stories of both your fathers growing up together and getting along before they chose different paths in life. your father chose riches over anything, and shotaro’s father chose the path of righteousness. their close relationship in childhood evolved to be something cordial and somewhat awkward, something both you and shotaro bared witness to. you imagine it drove your father crazy seeing someone so honest be just as respected if not more in your town. shotaro’s parents were a important part in the community, maybe even more important than your father. so your parents had built up a fake rapport with shotaro’s parents, one that you’re sure they saw right through. god-fearing people you found out were insanely perceptive. shotaro’s parents didn’t outwardly call out the fraudulence until your parents offered a large donation to the church in exchange for the churches endorsement. 

you still remember the last time you ever saw shotaro. his parents stormed through your house, looking for whichever large room you two resided in. he sat in the nook of your window while you sat beside him, with his face in your hands. his hair blew gently from the spring breeze while you brushed a strand behind his ear. that’s what had become of your bible study, the two of you sneaking away to kiss and look at eachother. 

shotaro sprung up from his spot in the window and you whipped your body around to face the door. it was quiet for a moment, everyone in the room slowly understanding the scene laid out before them. both of your parents stared at the two of you, intruding on an intimate moment. you realized you were caught when your father raised his voice and your mother began screeching. shotaro’s parents were calmer, for some reason that scared you even more.

“we are leaving now, son.” his father said sternly.

shotaro didn’t look at you as he kept his head down, walking towards the door. you were frozen in place, fingernails digging into your knees as you watched shotaro walk away.

you only got one last glance at shotaro as his parents led him out of your room. his father gave one more look to your dad, the scariest look you have ever seen.

shotaro didn’t even make it down the stairs before he heard your parents yelling at you. something about betrayal and risking your lifestyle to sneak around with someone so poor. shotaro and his parents were all shocked. he didn’t get yelled at by his parents, he was sure all the anger they felt for him dissolved into pity. 

you never got the chance to spend much time with him after that day. he became a distant figure in your life. you only caught glimpses of shotaro in the church, running around stretching his hands far to help anyone. you never got the chance to be alone with him ever again, so you were forced to watch him grow up through the church.

you watched shotaro grow into the leader of the youth group, then continue to grow to someone who led sunday service. you watched him get sent off to a private catholic school a couple of towns over. usually it only happened with rich families, but shotaro was a special case. he had wowed the school board and was rewarded a scholarship that allowed him to go. 

as ridiculous as it was, you debated on asking your parents to send you to that school. they were the ones that proposed you go to the expensive school at first, they could’ve afforded it with ease. they insisted you go to make them proud. after the situation with shotaro transpired, making them proud only made you want to deny it more. after spending so much time telling your parents you weren’t going to go to the private school it was too late to go back on your word. so you settled for staying in town. you would just have to wait until school ended so you could see shotaro again. you waited for summer eagerly like all of your peers did, but you had your different reasons. in the back of your head you saw the distant figure of shotaro, coming closer and closer to you as each season passed.

summer was like a movie every year, memories glossy and organic like it was shot on a film camera. the film was different each year—as a child it was bright and saturated, the blue sky popped and the grass shined brightly. the older you got the more muted summers became. you credited it to becoming mature, finally turning into the adult you wanted to be so badly. you made it your plan to become that bad kid your parents called you all those years ago. it wasn’t long before you heard the final bell of school toll. your graduating class ran out in their puritan christian schoolgirl uniforms. the shrill sound of cheers filled the parking lot as everyone took off the cross pendants that adorned all your necks. it was a tradition that started long before you, symbolizing your changing relationship with god. other girls in your class would become closer to him, but you had your plans to abandon him completely.

summers were very important in your town. everyone came home during the summer for the annual congregation at the ocean. it was something like an unofficial holy site, something made up by the elders before the current elders of your congregation. everyone participated in the event, washing away their sins and stress in the holy water of the ocean. it wasn’t an obligation to participate, but everyone had to be there. you saw shotaro there every year, helping take care of the kids and sometimes leading the oceanside service. 

you saw him on the sand, running around with a kid hanging onto his shoulders. you couldn’t help but look and wave at him and he waved back. you wanted him to come to you more than anything. you wanted to tell shotaro that you were an adult now, your parents couldn’t dictate who you spent your time with. even meeting in secret would suffice, but you just had to see him up close again, to have him talk to you. with his parents busy and your parents never coming to the ceremony you could finally get have a word with him. you beckoned to shotaro as you laid underneath your umbrella in the shade. this was the newfound confidence that came with washing away your sins—you were suddenly ready to sin some more. you wanted to whisk shotaro away to the car you had driven here or take him to your empty house. maybe even a secluded part of the oceanfront if he let you.

shotaro came to you after looking bewildered only for a moment. he sat with you underneath the shade of the umbrella, eyes fixed on the changing tides. 

you two both sat in silence, seeing children on the beach run around and adults chatting. it was comforting, being able to be so close to shotaro with so many people around. you put a sandy hand on his knee and shotaro turned his head away from the water to look at you.

”i missed you.” shotaro said.

the way your parents raised you was extremely different from shotaro’s upbringing. it was evident in how you two interacted with eachother. when shotaro had no problem telling you he missed you, you felt sick sometimes even reaching out an affectionate hand to him. the first part of your relationship was like a one sided game of chicken, shotaro had to work hard to whittle down your cold front. but you were older now, a different person who didn’t struggle with that stuff anymore. so you nodded your head and played with the sand some more, trying to distract yourself.

“i missed you, too.” you said.

letting down your walls was worth it when you got to see shotaro smile because of the sweet things you say to him. his hair blew in the light breeze the same way it did that night your parents caught you two. you cast your look down and so does shotaro. his eyes watch your hand as it plays with the sand.

“how are your parents?” shotaro asked.

just as quick as the walls went down, you could feel them go back up. you scoffed and retracted your hand from his knee. shotaro already missed feeling the fine grains of sand that stuck to your palm press against his knee. he turned his head to follow you as he watched you lean back and prop yourself up on a singular fist. with your free hand you moved your shades to rest on your head.

“after all this time the first thing you ask about are my parents.” you said. 

shotaro knew you wanted your words to pack a punch, but you looked distracted as you continued to play with the sand. shotaro could never bring up your parents yelling at you that day, but when he saw you he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about your pained expression when he left your room that final time. shotaro brought a hand to rest on your calf. he squeezed it gently to let you know he was sorry. shotaro felt blessed when he saw you smile. he watches you tilt your head and purse your lips, like you’re trying to think of something.

“wanna get out of here?” you asked.

your hand that was playing in the sand went back to shotaro. you were confusing to him, so shy when it came to affection but still so bold with your words and suggestions. he had trouble believing you were the same girl only a moment ago that could barely say that you missed him. now he was following you towards the parking lot as you headed towards his car.

you led him away from the oceanfront to the parking lot. you bobbed and weaved through cars, going to the familiar dingy shit box shotaro drove. it was almost like you two were robots, neither of you saying a word while shotaro used a slightly shaking hand to unlock his door. shotaro raced to open the passenger door for you, but your hand went to the backdoor instead. you opened it slowly and crawled in, doing your best to give shotaro a view of what he hasn’t seen in months. when you were fully situated in the seat you beckoned to shotaro again. he looked around the parking lot, scanning for anyone watching. once he saw the coast was clear, he went into the backseat too.

you didn’t even let the door close before your lips were on shotaro’s. you wasted no time bringing him in close, swinging your leg over his. shotaro welcomed it, hand going to your hip and your leg. your hands on his shoulder gripped his shirt. he didn’t 

it wasn’t hard to channel all your frustrations and pent up emotions into shotaro. you kissed him with a fierceness, pressing your lips to his quickly. you saw shotaro’s eyes become hooded when you started sucking on his bottom lip.

it took shotaro a moment to get into it. the fear of being caught melted off his shoulders when you brought his hand to rest on your chest. he squeezed the flesh he hadn’t been able to touch in so long, knowing exactly what you needed. when you brought your hand to his clothed dick, he had to pull away.

“we shoudn’t.” shotaro said against your lips.

“i waited a whole year. i can’t wait anymore.” you said. 

shotaro wanted to give in to you so bad. he wanted to make you feel good in the back of his beat up car. but he thought about how you deserved something special in a place that was more private. so shotaro resisted the temptation and took both your hands and put them back at your sides.

shotaro was lucky he practiced restraint, because as he pulled away from you he saw your parents leave their parked car heading for the beach. he pulled away from your lips, visibly distracted.

“what’s wrong?” you asked.

“your parents are heading towards the ocean.” shotaro said.

you crawled over him to see for yourself. sure enough your parents were walking towards the water, weaving through the cars the same way you were. you clambered over shotaro the rest of the way, ignoring his grunts as you opened the door. you were much more rushed, running through the cars trying to find a way back to your spot before your parents got there. shotaro followed behind you, going back to what he was doing before he sat by you.

you had to act as nonchalant as possible when your saw your parents see you. you kept your eyes on shotaro, letting him distract you from your impeding doom coming a step closer. shotaro gave you one last smile before your parents came and stood directly in your line of sight. they blocked your view of your sun. they stood before you like a wall separating you from shotaro. you tried to peer around their bodies but it was no use. your mother waved her hands in front of you to get your attention. you put your sunglasses on top of your head to look at them fully. they wore their usual business attire, they came from whatever meeting to come straight here. it was painfully obvious your parents weren’t going to stay there for long.

“hello honey.” your mom said to you. “congratulations on finishing the school year.”

you stayed seated underneath the umbrella. it was so annoying trying to keep up appearances. your parents were highly regarded in the town, being the second richest family and the only ones with strong political ties. you don’t know if it was because of the money or the status that made your parents so distant. you lived with them your whole lives but knew nothing about them. you were closer with the various nannies you had in your life, ones that would mysteriously quit when you referred to them as mom. 

your relationship with your parents was strained to say the least. after they degraded you and shotaro for hours on end that day the chasm between the three of you only deepened. your relationship had devolved from a mutual respect to a silent agreement that you would behave and be the dutiful daughter you had to be as long as they funded your lifestyle. this included beautiful sunglasses, gorgeous gowns, and extravagant parties. beyond the cash they threw at you they were barely parents, never knowing anything about your life. but them congratulating you on graduating was the first thing they have said to you in weeks, so you pursed your lips and nodded curtly.

“thank you.” you said.

you saw shotaro’s parents walk by and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at them. your relationship with the couple had become strained too. you wished more than anything to feel the warmth of their home again, to be able to say a word to their son again. your parents noticed your attention had shifted, so your dad cleared his throat loudly.

“let’s go home. we have some very exciting news to share with you.” your dad said.

so you went on an awkward and silent car ride home with your parents. they never picked you up, much less drove you places. the pit in your stomach started growing and you could practically feel an ominous dark cloud appearing over your head. your parents said nothing for the rest of the car ride, letting your mind wander to the worst scenarios.

you weren’t sure what was happening when you opened your door to see a man and his parents sitting on the sofa in your living room, chatting about something. the man got up almost immediately and you were taken aback by the person standing in front of you. he wore the nicest clothes you’ve ever seen and had his hair primmed and proper. you felt extremely underdressed compared to him. you were still modest in your beach outfit, but the man in front of you was wearing clothes of a professional.

you were stunned into silence seeing the man stand before you, and even more stunned at how everyone in your living room was staring at you expectantly. you realized that you were the left out of the loop, completely in the dark about the situation at hand. you look to your parents for the answers.

“what’s going on?” you asked them.

“have a seat honey.” your dad said.

your parents looked at you expectantly and you sat down. although you were defiant, you were still a dutiful daughter, one that listened. that’s why you sat down and listened to your parents while they told you why the family was in your home.

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing as your parents told you about your future marriage. the man in front of you was the son of the richest family in town. you could tell by the way your dad’s eyes shined when talking about the family that they were richer than you could comprehend. ties with the money stronger than anything else. you visibly stiffened hearing it, before you could object your dad held up a finger to silence you. you blinked away tears as both your parents and the man’s attorney told you the conditions of the marriage. apparently everything had already been planned out and decided while you didn’t know a single thing. you weren’t able to get a word in until they were done. you looked around the room, everyone smiling as if it was the best plan in the world.

“what if i say no?” you said quietly.

“we cut you off.” your father said simply. 

you looked down at your hands, clasped together in your lap. you would’ve never thought you’d be married off to someone you barely knew. your mother had been lucky in that aspect; she got to marry your father who was a family friend. but you had never seen the man that sat next to you on the couch in your entire life. your family was rich to the point this didn’t need to happen. you looked to your mom and dad, the looks on their face told you trying to persuade them out of this was no use. at the feeling of the man’s hand on your shoulder it lit a fire in your belly, a defiant one that had you shrugging his arm off of you.

you stood up from the couch and you locked eyes with your father. your mom instantly resorted to protecting her integrity, looking at the man’s family with her smiling face and customer service voice.

“we will see you guys at the party tonight. thank you for stopping by.”

your mother shuffled the man and his family out while you stayed there staring down your father. he didn’t relent or say a single thing until the door closed.

“i refuse.” you seethed.

“you don’t have a choice.” you father said. 

you wanted to yell at him, but you knew it was no use. your mind flashed to shotaro and the way his hair would blow in the nook of your room when the window was open.

“we already have the money. we don’t need to marry into more of it.” you pleaded.

for the first time in your life, you made your father laugh. to the point where he nearly had tears coming from his eyes. he laughed the whole day, only laughing more after seeing anger take over your features. he laughed as your anger turned into defeat. his laughs rang in your ears for the days to come, turning you into the shell of the person you once were. you had lost all defiance in your body, finally becoming the compliant daughter he always wanted.

when the party came, you had no energy left in you to say snarky remarks or roll your eyes. you had become unassertive, nodding your head and saying a meek yes whenever asked a question. you could only look ahead, focusing on random paintings hung to the walls as you heard your father pretend to get choked up talking about how he will be walking his daughter down the aisle. 

you imagined seeing shotaro across the room, having him come up to you and whisk you away to a secret place for just the two of you. when you danced in the ballroom you imagined shotaro expertly blending with the crowd, dancing with you and telling you the plan to escape. he’d squeeze your hand extra tight before heading towards the exit. you wondered if he had heard the news yet, how he felt about it. when you thought too much about him your eyes started to water and the lump in your throat got bigger. you needed a place to cry, what better place than the nook in your room where you last felt love. you were able to finally sneak away after severable feeble attempts, exiting through a door in the kitchen.

shotaro was able to sneak into the party after being let in by staff that liked him. he wandered around the party, scared to be caught by your parents, knowing it would lead to him getting kicked out. once shotaro realized that your parents were too invested in talking to the esteemed guests of the party not sparing him a second look, he walked freely around the party. he realized quickly that this wasn’t a celebration thrown for you, but just another opportunity for your parents to make money.

shotaro felt himself fall apart when he opened the door to your room. he heard you first, the quiet sniffling drowning out the sound of your door opening.

you got up from the nook in your bedroom window to turn towards your door, getting ready to yell at whoever came in. you melted seeing shotaro, the tears you were holding back flowing freely. it was like no time had passed between the two of you, a whole school year of no contact dissolving into the air as you held out your arms to him. 

shotaro sat beside you and held you as you cried into his lap. he was patting your back and rubbing your head, comforting you anyway he could. shotaro kept telling you it’s okay a million times over like it might fix the current situation. he realized he had no idea what to say to you, only that he felt tears threatening his own eyes as he thought more and more about you. when you finally pulled away, makeup you had cried off stained his black pants.

“i’m sorry.” you hiccuped.

shotaro shook his head immediately.

“i should be the one that’s sorry,” shotaro said. ”i should’ve never left”

you sniffle to sit back up and look at him. 

“i figured if i got a good education your parents would view me favorably.” shotaro said. 

shotaro used the corner of his sleeve to blot away some of your ruined makeup. it was no use as your eyes swelled again, tears running down your cheeks. shotaro saw a cold resolve settle across your face. you looked up to shotaro, forcing his eyes to hold contact with your bloodshot ones.

“my whole life my parents have acted like god, and you left me just so you could try to please them?” you said quietly.

shotaro wished you sounded angry when you asked the question. he actively watched the fire burn out from behind your eyes, replaced with the same cold look shotaro saw on your fathers features. your perfect posture had devolved into you slumping against him. he couldn’t stop his hands from levitating to your face, trying to warm you up with his clammy hands. 

the feeling of shotaro’s hands were lost on you, eyes steely as you looked ahead. you quickly found out it didn’t matter, nothing did. even if you blew up and cursed at shotaro for wanting to please your parents instead of pleasing you it wouldn’t change your fate. if you kicked shotaro out and cried in your bed alone you would still be walking down the aisle tomorrow to a man you didn’t even know. atleast with your head pressed to shotaro’s chest you could hear his heart pound in his chest a thousand miles a minute and feel his hands wrapped around your body. the possibility of never feeling this close to anyone ever again hit you like a javelin in your stomach. it made you want to double over in pain, it felt like you were losing your breath as you held shotaro’s hand tightly.

“what am i supposed to do?” you asked.

shotaro didn’t have the answers for you as you looked up at him. in your eyes he could see new tears welling and taking the same path down your cheeks.  your eyelashes clumped together from the tears and you were starting to be reduced to sniffles. 

you could see shotaro’s eyes go blank and you realized he didn’t have an answer for you. your blurry eyes travelled to every part of his body, trying to find the answer there. you look at his black hair, the way it falls right above his eyes. every time he blinks his strands move, his hair is practically dancing as he tries to blink away tears. your eyes go to shotaro’s hands, how they grips yours so tightly that you don’t want to let go. you wonder if he will use those same hands to pray for your marriage and future that starts tomorrow. you like that you can still feel his heart beat, how it increased when you looked him in the eyes for too long.

“do you love me, shotaro?” you ask.

shotaro is happy that he knows the answer to this question—he has for a long time. he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear before going back to blot the tear tracks on your cheeks. he nods gently looking into your eyes.

“i love you more than you’ll ever know.” shotaro says quietly. 

its a quiet declaration of love as he wipes your tears away. your hand on his bicep tightens. the somber look in your eyes is replaced with a desperate one as you bring yourself from his chest to look shotaro in the eyes. 

“can you show me. please.”

shotaro could actively feel his reserves melting away the longer he looked at you. he recognized that look on your face from the countless times you two snuck away to fool around. you guys never did something when there was more than your housekeepers around. festivities from the party travelled upstairs and bled through the door. all it took was one single person to walk in and see you two. but you increased your grip on shotaro’s bicep as you readjusted yourself on the ledge. shotaro gave one last glance to your door. he remembered that he locked it after he came in. he put his other hand to rest behind you as he leaned in close. his eyes alternated between your lips and your eyes, looking for any doubt or hesitancy.

“are you sure?” shotaro asked.

he felt your hand go down to his wrist as you spread your legs. your beautiful dress rode up past your thigh as you led shotaro’s hand to your heat. his eyes grew wide but you kept your voice steady.

“this is the one time in my life i get to make the decision,” you pressed shotaro’s palm flat to your panties, letting him feel the heat. “i’ve been sure about this for a very long time.”

that was all shotaro needed. he used his other hand that was rested behind you to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. shotaro lets his lips graze the skin of your neck, loving the way you shiver beside him. he presses his hand further into you, and you let out a sigh as you lean into him.

“i’ll let you make all the decisions tonight.” shotaro whispers into your neck.

it is sexual but it’s comforting to see how easy it is for shotaro to understand what you need. he gives you the reigns and the ability to be god on your last night of freedom. you nod your head immediately while pushing your hips to meet shotaro’s hand. he uses the heel of his palm to press against your clothed clit and his finger pushes into you. your hand, searching for something to hold, goes to your window blinds.

shotaro brings your face down to his to bring you into a kiss. the moonlight shines on you both through the window as he uses his free hand to guide the back of your neck deeper into him. shotaro lets his tongue graze your teeth before you open your mouth wider. his tongue presses against your cheek before finding your tongue, loving the feeling your your wet muscles touching. it is messy, so messy that a string of spit connects your mouths when shotaro pulls away.

“where do you want me?” shotaro asks.

it takes you awhile to find your voice again. you feel almost nervous being in charge, but shotaro rotating his hand to palm you makes your anxiety fall off your shoulders.

“on the bed.” you say.

shotaro stands up first, reluctantly pulling his hand away from your core to help you stand up from the nook. you already feel weak in the knees as shotaro leads you to your bed, a gentle hand on your back as you guys make your way across your marble floor. it’s almost like a dance, you two move in beat to the music that plays downstairs.

shotaro pulls back the canopy surrounding your bed so you can go through. you sit in the middle of your alaskan king bed, almost swallowed by the plushies and blankets that surround you. shotaro lets the curtains close as he continues to stand next to your bed. you stare at the outline of his body illuminated by the yellow glow of lamps in your room.

“do you want me to take off my clothes?” shotaro asks. 

you dig your feet underneath a blanket as you think. shotaro stands outside patiently, waiting for your order.

“just your pants and shirt,” you see shotaro reach for the waistband of his pants. “leave your underwear on.” you blurt out.

shotaro pauses only for a moment while he takes in his request. you can hear him laugh and see the shadow of him undressing himself. you take off your underwear and attempt to take off your dress but the zipper is out of your reach. 

you don’t let shotaro see you struggle to reach the zipper when he pulls back the drapes of your canopy. he looks at you and you move over slightly, as if there’s not enough room on the bed for the both of you. shotaro settles in next to you and goes back to the same position you were at sitting on the nook. you let your hands run over his upperbody, eyes looking at the bulge in his boxers. shotaro lets out a small sound of surprise when his hand presses to your bare pussy.

“so wet.” shotaro murmurs to himself.

you nod your head and lift your hips slightly while shotaro presses his palm against your clit again. the on and off presses has you gasping and closing your legs around his hand. shotaro has to use the hand that was guiding you through the make out session to apply pressure on your leg in efforts to keep them apart.

“do you want me to do this to you all night?” shotaro says in between kisses on your neck.

you have lost half your mind at this point. you shake your head trying to gather what’s left of your thoughts. you remember the sensation of shotaro’s fingers pressing into you over your panties.

“put a finger in.” you say.

shotaro obliges immediately, your wet hole giving no resistance. it has both of you moaning, the sensation new to the both of you.

“another.” you moan quietly.

when shotaro puts his second finger completely in, he does a scissoring motion inside of you. it is foreign but builds up a heat in your stomach and you can hear the tiny squelching of shotaro’s fingers interacting with your slick. you instinctively close your eyesdig your fingernails into his shoulder.

“feels good?” shotaro asks.

he kisses your eyelid and you nod your head yes. your hips feel like they’re lifting on their own accord, trying to feel more of shotaro’s fingers.

because your eyes are closed you don’t see shotaro more his body to slot between your two legs. when you no longer feel his warmth next to you, your eyes open. you see shotaro in a position you’ve never seen him in before, on his stomach as he lifts up your dress just enough to uncover your lower half. you let your upper body lower, until your propped up on your elbows. you keep an eye on shotaro and he keeps an eye on you, placing wet open mouthed kisses on your thighs. he was dangerously close to your center, a new wave of your slick coating his fingers. the speed of shotaro’s fingers was cruel and slow. you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking into his hand at a faster pace. each time you did so, shotaro’s palm grazed your clit.

“can i try something on you?” shotaro asked. he continued to place tender kisses on the hot skin of your thigh. “i heard people talking about it at my school and i could only think of you when i heard it.”

”okay.” you whined.

shotaro pulled one of his fingers out of you and you whine dagain at the loss. he used his free hand to push your thigh towards your stomach and placed an open mouthed kiss on your folds. your elbows suddenly slid out from underneath you, the new sensation making your back hit your bed with a soft thud. you focused on the canopy of your bed, the royal red and gold fabric that cascaded down your bed. it was one of the many signs of wealth in your life. you would give it up in a heartbeat to feel shotaro between your legs everyday.

shotaro looked up at you from between your legs, only getting a glimpse of your heaving chest. your boobs rested so nicely in your dress, and your pretty whimpers made him want to continue kissing your folds. shotaro was surprised seeing all of his peers at school so sinful, performing acts on each other that would send a pastor into cardiac arrest. but he understood why they did those things when he got his first taste of you. you were sweet and coated his tongue, he found himself needing more. 

you placed your legs over shotaro’s shoulders as his hand that was holding your thigh went to spread your pussy lips. he was licking whatever you body would give him earnestly, wrapping his lips around your clit before sucking. this had you pressing your head into the pillows and closing your thighs around his head. 

you got back on one of your elbows to wrap your hand in shotaro’s hair. you used the grip you had on his locks to push your further into your heat, mouth agape while you rode his tongue. you would’ve apologized sincerely in the moment for being so greedy, but you could make out shotaro’s smile in your dimly lit room. your hand pushed him further into your heat, his finger and tongue moving in tandem.

“shotaro.” you moaned.

shotaro looked up at you from in between your legs, humming into your pussy. your thighs pressed around his head again.

“keep going.” you said.

shotaro hummed again before focusing his eyes back on your heat. his speed picked up, the sucking and the licking and the kissing quickly became too much for you. shotaro pulled away his mouth to piston his two fingers into you again, wanting to see your face as you finished around him. the eye contact is what sent you over the edge and what made shotaro almost cum in his pants. your walls closing in on shotaro’s fingers almost made it impossible for him to move his digits. he kept going driven by the sound of his name falling from your lips.

by the time you came back to earth, your back was pressed into the mattress again and you were sure your head would leave an indent in the pillow. you looked down from your spot, shotaro looked down at you in amazement. your dress was haphazardly pushed push past your hips and your legs had folded in on themselves without shotaro keeping them apart. your hair was already sticking to your forehead from the sweat and you felt like you looked insane. shotaro looked at you like you were god in the flesh. maybe that’s why it was so easy for him to get on his knees for you.

you used the last of your strength to push yourself back up, eye level with shotaro who was resting on his haunches. you looked down at his boxers again. his dick twitched underneath the thin cotton layer, and you swore you could see a patch of wetness on the fabric. 

you turned your body around, showing the zipper of your dress to shotaro.

“help me with the zipper.” you said. 

any authority in your voice was replaced with raspiness. you had to clear your throat as shotaro slowly brought the zipper down your body. shotaro helped you out of your dress without asking, pulling your arms out and letting the dress fall to your stomach. hiss hands went to the clasp of your bra, waiting for you to tell him to help you with that as well.

“bra too, please.” you said.

it was the same process, him helping you out of it before tossing it to the end of the bed. shotaro slowly turned you back around, guiding you back down on the bed. shotaro gently takes off your dress and you lift your hips to help him.

when you are fully naked you hike up your legs, making your knees touch to cover up your heat. shotaro lets you cover yourself up, a gentle hand resting on your knee. your eyes keep drifting down to his boxers, and you put a gentle foot to rest on his dick. shotaro instantly hisses from the contact and he bucks up into your foot. shotaro’s action surprises you both. 

“fuck.” shotaro says breathlessly.

“take your boxers off.” you say while moving your feet.

shotaro tipped forward on the bed to hover his body over yours. you could see his dick springing free, bobbing around before sticking straight forward.

shotaro kept his body above yours waiting for your next order. you saw how angry and red his tip was, how it seemed to be aching.

“touch yourself.” you said quietly.

shotaro wrapped his hand around his dick and began pumping slowly. it was the same pace he had when fingering you, slow and controlled. the power you had over shotaro in that moment went straight to your head. he let out puffs of air as he continued to touch himself. you wrapped your arms around him and brought him closer to you, until your foreheads were touching. shotaro kissed your lips and you preened you neck to give him better access.

“i want it inside.” you whispered to shotaro.

shotaro’s hand let go of his length and went to your hips. his fingers were sticky as he pressed them into your skin.

“are you sure?” shotaro asked.

“don’t ask me that.” you said.

shotaro kissed your eyebrows that furrowed. he apologized before bringing his hips close to yours. you instantly forgave him when you felt his tip prod against your entrance. 

“ready?” shotaro asked.

you nodded your head and he brought your lips in for another kiss before sliding in. it was little to no resistance, but your walls wrapped around him all the same. you were basically sucking in shotaro until he bottomed out, both of you letting out moans at the feeling of him completely inside of you.

“keep going.” you whined against shotaro’s lips.

he didn’t have to be told twice before pulling out and thrusting into you again. your hips touched each time, causing you to wrap a leg around shotaro’s waist. his forehead still rested against yours, the sweat on both of your skin keeping you together. shotaro let his eyes wander down to your chest, watching your breasts move with his thrusts. you while body reacted to him, from your eyes all the way down to your feet. it gave shotaro the drive and energy behind his thrusts. he would fuck you like this all night if you’d let him. he used both of his hands to hold your cheeks, separating your foreheads to press kisses all over your face. your sweat and some tears stuck to his lips, you were all over him. shotaro kept a hand on your face as he looked down where you were swallowing him up with ease. 

“can i—” shotaro started.

“yes.” you whined.

shotaro used his hand to unwrap one of your legs and put it over his arm. this new angle made it feel like shotaro was splitting you down the middle. you cried and pressed your hands to his chest, feeling the taut muscle underneath his skin.

“shotaro.” you cried out. 

shotaro went back in, somehow even deeper than before.

“i know. i know.” shotaro cooed. 

he had to put his body upright to get a better angle, but he still found himself folding over to kiss your face. his other hand that wasn’t holding up your leg held your hand. he could tell you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open for him, but pleasure was taking over.you squeezed his hand each time he hit a part deep inside of you. shotaro was taken aback at how you looked so pretty like this, laid out for him. he wished it was him that would have your hand tomorrow.

“you should run away with me.” shotaro said in between thrusts. 

your eyes snapped open and you clamped around him. shotaro smiled and leaned over again to kiss new tears that had fallen.

“okay.” you moaned.

it was hard to remember what you were agreeing to. you just wanted shotaro to keep hitting that spot that was deep inside of you.

“we can get married and live in a cute little place, yeah?” shotaro said. 

his pace was picking up and you didn’t know what was happening anymore. you were slowly losing control of your body, driven by the steady sound of your thighs slapping shotaro’s skin. he let go of your leg to fuck you in missionary, pressing his chest so close to yours it kept your boobs in place.

“i love you.” shotaro whispered in your ear.

you brought your nails down shotaro’s back, your legs wrapped around his waist brought him closer. the tears had started to come out more aggressively, you could feel the warm trail down the sides of your face.

”i love you too.” you silently cried.

you pressed your head into shotaro’s neck as he kissed your temple. his arms went behind your back like he was holding you, and he was driving his hips deeper and harder into you. your moans had turned into high pitched cries. you didn’t have to say you were close, both you and shotaro knew. he also knew that he should pull out now, but you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as you started moving your hips to meet his.

“inside. please.” you whispered.

shotaro came immediately once you told him to. it came out in thick ropes while your walls milked his dick. even in his haze of euphoria, shotaro brought a hand to your clit to stimulate the bundle of nerves. your back arches off the bed as you came around him. you couldn’t stop the high octave sounds from escaping you, and shotaro wouldn’t have it any other way. he was letting out pathetic sounds himself, whining and whimpering your name underneath your canopy. 

shotaro didn’t pull out until he had gone soft, both of you shivering from the odd sensation. he rolled off of you and brought you close to him, arms wrapping around your body like he was giving you a hug. you started crying into shotaro’s chest and he rubbed your back, telling you it was going to be okay.

you and shotaro stayed awake well after the party was over. you spent your time tracing out his palm with your fingers before clasping your hand over his, clasping your hands together a million different ways to make sure he was really there. you kept your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat drum against your ear as shotaro gave you forehead kisses. the canopy around your bed gave you semblance of privacy, keeping your naked bodies partially hidden through thin draping. the longer you stayed in that position the less you cared if someone walked in—maybe your soon-to-be husband would walk in and call off the marriage immediately. if your parents banished you and wrote you out your inheritance so be it. but you knew shotaro would never forgive himself if you lost your stability in life because of him. maybe you two would find a way around your marriage. rich people committed adultery all the time. 

neither of you said a word until you saw that the sun was beginning to rise. it was an awful feeling seeing the lamps in your room be outshined by the sun because it meant that the day was here. you would lose your last name and any freedom your parents allowed you would be under scrutiny by your husband. you weren’t marrying the one you truly loved, the one whose heartbeat increased against your ear. shotaro began gently rubbing your arm, trying to comfort you as soon as possible. but you were out of tears as you raised your head to look at him. you moved some of shotaro’s hair out of his face. you wish he could stay with you forever

“they’ll be here soon to get me ready for the wedding.” you said.

shotaro wanted to stay too. the way he hesitated before sitting up and kissing your hand that stayed near his face. he put on his clothes slowly, looking around for garments that were right in front of him. you stayed perched on your bed, watching the love of your life solemnly get ready to leave you forever. 

when shotaro was done he went to the nook, leaning over to open the window and take out the screen. you rolled out of bed and threw on your robe that hung from a pillar on your bed. you tied it tight while walking over to shotaro who was preparing himself to exit through the window.

“are you sure?” you asked, peering out the window. 

the drop wasn’t too bad, but it was a drop regardless. if shotaro hurt himself you don’t know what you would do. shotaro smiled and looked down himself. he turned to you and nodded.

“i can make it.” shotaro said. 

he took one last look at your room, seeing all the knick knacks you have collected over the years chaotically placed everywhere. your room was the only place in your house that didn’t feel sterile like a hospital or made him nervous. it was comforting the same way you were. shotaro couldn’t believe this was the last time he’d be in your room. he looked at your desk and the calendar that was above it, seeing ‘shotaro day’ in big bold letters two days ago. 

“will you be alright?” shotaro asked. 

you nodded, because that’s all you could do.

“i’ll find a way.” you said simply.

“we’ll find a way,” shotaro said. “your staff likes me, i’m sure they’ll tell me when i can get you alone.”

shotaro gave you one more longing kiss before moving out of your window. you had to look away when shotaro lowered himself from your windowsill, getting his body as close as possible to the ground. you wanted to grab his hands and pull him back up and beg him to stay with you. but you had to watch him drop down into the flowerbed on the backside of your house, perfectly fine from the fall.

shotaro gave you one last look and waved goodbye. you had to bite your lip to hold yourself back from yelling his name as he walked away.

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#01zfan: shotaro #seriez: sacrilegious #shotaro smut #riize smut

[01zfan]

BRO BRO BRO BRO BRO I need something, SOMETHING with this in it. Which member would praise you during sex with something like "come on mama's, finish it mama's, need help mama's?" It's giving eunseok,sungchan, and anton

I VISUALIZE DEBATE EUNSEOK DOING THISSSSS

Sungchan just bc I see him calling his s/o mama's in a sexual and romantic way

And anton, it's just the jersey boy in him that I hear saying it

i am a sungchan calling his s/o mama ENTHUSIAST. i think i’ve written something where he says it but yup i can totally see it. he’ll use it as a term of endearment outside of bed like if he sees you eyeing some of his food he’ll say “you want some mama?” before offering you basically all of it. now in the bed…it would be sexual and kind of teasing! like if he sees you struggling to take his dick or if you’re squirming from being teased he’ll hit you with the “can you take it mama’s?” or “what’s wrong mama’s?” while being completely unfazed by the nickname sungchan’s personality is naturally teasing but also really attentive so i feel like mama is the perfect middle ground for him. it’s not too kinky like mommy is although he’s probably working up to that. but calling you mamas kinda gives you a little more authority in bed? it’s not as subby as being called baby so sungchan probably calls you that to give you some control in bed too. if you’re three rounds deep in the night and you seem absolutely drained sungchan will touch you gently and ask you “you got another in you mama?”…suddenly you got three more rounds left in you!

more under the cut!

i feel like eunseok says it purely to tease. he knows the proximity of the word to mommy and absolutely uses that to his advantage. when he calls you mamas you do your best to ignore it but you can stop the heat from blossoming across your face every time he calls you that. eunseok who smiles into the kiss after calling you mamas because he sees how shy it makes you…asks you ”does it feel good mamas?” as he has you laid out on the bed taking his fingers. eunseok sees that you hear him and you nod meekly while whimpering. if sungchan calls you mamas to give you authority eunseok uses it to be even more dominant in bed. like an ironic, ‘you can’t even handle being called mamas how can you handle being a dom?’ sort of way. debate!eunseok starts calling you that after seeing how you react to him telling you “good job mamas” at a competition. anything that’ll make you go mute and look at him bewildered he’ll do it because he’s an absolute menace.

now idk if i can see anton saying mamas…i can hear it in his really soft and sweet voice but i don’t know what situation he’d say it in. maybe when it finally did slip out of his mouth you both would be a little shocked you would just smile and move on, silently letting anton know you like the little nickname. in bed you would moan just a little louder when anton would whisper the nickname in your ear and nod your head eagerly if he asked you a question.

i can see shotaro calling his significant other mamas too! like idk y’all maybe im extra delusional when it comes to shotaro but he definitely called you mamas from the jump. very much a term of endearment but with shotaro everything sounds like he’s flirting and the worst part is that he knows it too. LOVES to call you mama’s when you’re all fucked out underneath him. he will absolutely play coy being like “everything alright mama’s?” while you are obviously NOT alright. i can see him using mama’s teasingly but also as encouragement like if you’re throwing it back on him or riding him. he’d LOVE calling you that while you’re the one on top. “you got it mama’s” or “feels good mama.” he wants to make you feel like you got it and of course it goes straight to your head because he’s just so good at motivating you to keep taking it.

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oh i absolutely have to say eunseok. he would be tease you the whole time too, pointing out which plushies he bought for you. he’d taunt you, asking if your plushies are allowed to watch what he’s about to do to you i just see him as someone who would find it so cute/funny fucking you hard on your hello kitty bed. he’d even use one of them to put underneath your back for support while he fucked you into the mattress. you’d be so distraught afterwards because now your favorite hello kitty plushie smells like sex.

you would definitely get him back afterwards though when he’s knocked out on your bed underneath your hello kitty blanket surrounding by all your hello kitty plushies. you’d take a million pictures while he’s sleeping and set it as your homescreen because he just looks so cozy.

i think sungchan would be the same way as eunseok, except all your plushies would be on the floor by the time you two are done. in the heat of the moment sungchan would just fling them off the bed especially if they’re in his way. he’s massive and takes up so much space he needs all the possible room he can get. he’d let out a little groan each time he had to stop fucking you to clear your bed and you would scold him a little each time to be careful with your little hello kitty’s. he’d laugh and say they can’t feel it and continue fucking you asking if you can feel him.

by the time you guys are down your bed is completely bare and you make him pick up every single one of your plushies and apologize for being mean to them, kissing every single one of them. you have a secret video of him gently patting every singe one as evidence of what a big softie he is. he would look so pretty underneath your sheets and i can see sungchan being such a cuddler that he ends up holding one of your plushies as you guys fall asleep.

anton, sohee, and shotaro would make it routine part of the night before sex to take the plushies off the bed. anton would be so worried, laughing in between kisses saying he feels like they’re staring at him. so you guys would take the extra step to face them the other way and anton would tell you that’s much better before he goes back to sucking your face. anton would be so careful with you too, something about being on your bed makes him so gentle with you. shotaro would be so apologetic, apologizing to each kitty individually while he put them on the floor. while you have shotaro inside of you it’s the last thing on your mind. sohee and shotaro would love playing with the plushies, throwing all of them on the bed afterwards so you guys can have all your little babies with you.

okay so wonbin i can see him going either way. either he’d be so into it, not being able to describe how he feels seeing you surrounding by all your hello kitty memorabilia as he undresses you. he’d have you on the edge of your bed looking up at him before he lays you down on your plushies and kisses you breathless. the panties would definitely stay on too while he fingers you. your plushies would end up falling off the bed purely from how much you two move the mattress, by the time you’re done you both are so exhausted. you took a picture of him snuggling up to hellos kitty and he laughs so hard at it. the other version of wonbin is that he would just push all of them off, saying they’re in the way. regardless wonbin would look so freaking pretty underneath the pink sheets omgee.

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plug!shotaro x fem. reader | 4.9k words

please save me cocky drug dealer shotaro cocky drug dealer shotaro save me…loosely based on why’d you only call me when youre high by artic monkeys and overtime by schoolboy q.

contains: drug mention, pining shotaro, mentioning your ex, booty call under the guise of a drug deal, oral (m. receiving), doggy style, pull and pray method is used (dont be like them)

it was three in the morning when you woke up to your phone buzzing. your phone should’ve been on do not disturb, but something in the back of your head told you to deactivate it. you had posted yourself on your instagram story, something you wanted two people in your life to see. 

one of them was your ex boyfriend. it was recent, the wound was still fresh on your skin. it was your first serious relationship, the first time you went through the ups and downs of loving someone. it was for the better, you being alone. you found yourself getting easily annoyed with him and the spark you hear all the old married couple’s talk about was gone. you actually could’ve argued the spark was never there. he was boring and too shy for his own good, not sure of himself. it was cute at first, but you grew tired of seeking validation. you thought that if you waited long enough, he’d boldly talk to you the way you needed. you wasted half a year waiting for your ex to step up. you actually didn’t reach out to him for a long time after the breakup, but it was one of those days where you wanted nothing more than to lay next to him. you figured if you posted on the page you knew he was stalking you might get him to reach out to you. 

you convinced yourself you were only posting for your ex. solely to get attention from him, so you could fall asleep next to him. but in the back of your mind you were thinking about someone else. when you reached to your beside table to check all your notifications you found out that someone else was thinking about you too.

baby, i got a discount for you.

missed call

i miss your pretty face.

(2) missed call(s)

just say pull up and i will.

you couldn’t help but smile at your phone. it was almost crazy how easy it was to get shotaro’s attention. all you had to do was post yourself and he was groveling at your feet. you looked through your phone at the several emoji reactions and messages you received from him. 

any rational person would think that shotaro was crazy for bugging you. you have to admit in any other situation with any other person you definitely would’ve considered shotaro to be annoying, or blocked him a long time ago. but he was cute and gave you free weed. it didn’t hurt that he was a good flirter, always making you giggly with his kind words. you ex actually had a problem with shotaro, how he approached you. it got so bad that he would insist on getting you all of your weed. but now your man wasn’t you man anymore and shotaro seemed to be very available.

while you looked at the notifications on your phone, your screen was taken up from shotaro calling you once again. you sat up in your bed, and subconsciously fixed your appearance as if he was standing there before you. you cleared your throat and accepted the call.

“hey taro.” you said.

hey baby.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at his words. you liked how unashamed he was in his flirting, how it was present in not only his words but his tone as well. too many men were the doting type, hoping to woo girls by being a gentleman. but you liked the approach shotaro took with you. bold and not bashful, calling you gorgeous and other pet names even though you barely gave him time of day. the only time you reached out to him was to get a discount on weed.

“hey taro.” you said again.

you could hear him laugh on the other end of the line. he always had you shy and giggling, repeating your words like a nervous schoolgirl. 

what are you doing right now?

“i was sleeping, actually.”

right now, though?

you sighed.

“i’m not doing anything right now, shotaro.” 

you hear silence on the other end of the line. you bite your lip, suddenly hoping he’ll offer to come over.

okay well i got some new shit for you. can i come by?

you looked at the state of yourself and how you probably looked like you just woke up. seeing someone who is as flirtatious as shotaro this late at night is a bad idea. but the idea of being the first person to try his new shit sounds enticing. so you let out another sigh into the phone, trying to make it seem like you’re contemplating on saying no.

“you know where i live.” you say simply.

i’ll text you when i’m outside.

you can’t get a word out before he hangs up. you made your bed in a rush. you went into the motions of tidying yourself up, trying to find the perfect balance of intentional and unintentional. once you’re done, you move from your bed to your couch to wait for him. 

when it came to dealing with plugs, you never knew when they’d show up. so you’re sitting on the couch trying to contain your excitement. the best part was when you waited for him to come over, knowing that he was probably breaking all types of traffic laws to get to you faster. the anticipation of the night made butterflies form in your stomach. they ricochet off the walls and bumped into eachother, making you itch with adrenaline. you had to let your leg bounce to get rid of the restlessness you were feeling.

you are left waiting for only five minutes when you get the text.

outside pretty.

you are embarrassed to admit you got up from your couch as fast as you did. you walked to the door and opened it for shotaro.

he gave you that flirtatious smile that made you uncharacteristically shy. he had his backpack slung over one shoulder, with a beanie that was pulled all the way down to his eyebrows. his plaid shirt and gray sweatpants made you think that he just threw on whatever to get here as soon as possible. it thrilled you, the thought of shotaro tripping over himself just to come and serve you. he looked you up and down before tilting his head to the side.

“can i come in?” he said.

you opened your door and he walked past you, smelling like something musky. you trailed behind him as he walked through your house like he owned the place. 

shotaro placed his backpack next to the couch before sitting on it. he instantly sank into the couch getting comfortable while you stood in front of him. he manspread while looking you up and down again. you were in normal clothes, still looking half asleep but shotaro looked at you like you were the embodiment of sex. your tv was the only light source in the room, catching the side of shotaro’s face. his body casted a shadow of the wall next to the couch, and you saw yourself on the wall before he reached a hand towards you. you looked back at him, staring at the smirk that played on his lips.

you thought he was going to eat you alive when he beckoned to you.

“come here, pretty.” shotaro said, spreading out his legs a little bit more.

you obliged, sitting on the couch positioning your body to you were completely facing him. shotaro took off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair. he let his head rest back on the couch and turned his neck to look at you. you saw his adam’s apple, how it bobbed with each word he spoke. the light from the television perfectly lit up his face and neck. you were paying so much attention to every part of him, maybe you wanted to eat him alive, too. shotaro’s smirk turned into a different expression, one that was more serious.

“i missed you,” shotaro said. he touched your hand that rested in your lap. “you got another plug or something?”

shotaro knew you would never stop coming to him, but he did have competition. there were other drug dealers in your town, many that would be more than happy to give you a discount on their stuff. shotaro told himself that he gave you your weed for free purely from a business standpoint. he was all about customer service and customer loyalty. the money he lost from giving you weed for free he would just make up for it by overcharging stupid high school kids.

shotaro knew that you would never go to anyone else, but he still felt his chest swell with pride seeing how fast you shook your head.

“no. nobody else. i was just taking a tolerance break. i’m also going through s break up right now.” you said.

shotaro thought it was so cute seeing you run off at the mouth. you didn’t have to mention the tolerance break, or your stupid scrub boyfriend shotaro hated. you were rambling just because of the way shotaro was looking at you. he watched you pull your hand away to bring your arm up to the back of the couch. you let your head rest on your fist as you looked at him. 

your attempt to look relaxed was shattered when shotaro put a hand on your bare leg. 

“your man isn’t around anymore?” shotaro asked innocently. 

his smile was inviting and so was his hand. you shook your head.

“i broke up with him.” you said sheepishly.

“aw.” shotaro fake pouted. “wanna tell me why?”

“he was too shy.” you said.

suddenly couldn’t think of the reasons you broke up with your ex. all you could think about was shotaro’s hand on your knee and how the light from the tv made his eyes look so pretty. his fake pout turned into a smile as you shuffled slightly on the couch to get closer to him.

he slowly rubbed your knee and you cursed yourself for freezing underneath his touch. he looked at you teasingly, getting your heart rate to speed up.

“he should’ve been the most smug bastard on earth with you as his girlfriend.” shotaro said honestly. 

you look down at his hand on your knee to smile. you can hear shotaro laughing lowly as he returns to let his head rest on the back of the couch.

his hand still rests on your thigh. he’s so close to the line where your two thighs touch. you imagine shotaro squeezing his hand in between your two thighs. if he could show you how bold he can be. you forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone who you knew without a doubt wanted you. 

shotaro rests his head on his other hand, copying your movement.

“your instagram story was cute, by the way.” shotaro says.

you look up from his hand to look at his chill expression from the couch. 

“thank you.” you say. his hand is so warm.

“who was it for?” shotaro asks.  

this catches you off guard. for the first time you see shotaro trying to feign emotions, pretending to not be bothered by the thought of you entertaining your ex. you gain some of you composure back, leaning into your fist with a smile.

“i didn’t have you pegged for the jealous type, shotaro.” you say it with a smirk, one shotaro gives back to you.

“just wanna know who you were missing more.” shotaro says. 

“i missed you.” you said quietly. 

“oh yeah?” shotaro said.

his hand that was touching your knee moved up to your mid thigh. you scooted closer to him so it was easier to let his hands roam your skin. something about how he touched you made you lightheaded. shotaro laughed dryly at your reaction to him. you were so reactive to everything he did. he already considered himself to be a cocky person, but the way he always had you by barely doing anything made his ego grow tenfold.

“yeah.” you sighed contently.

shotaro’s touch on your legs get a little heavier. they sneak up a little higher too. shotaro leans in closer to you, moving his hand to grab yours. shotaro looks at the way your thighs touch and rub together as he talks to you.

“how much did you miss me?” he asks. 

his voice gets lower, words dripping with honey as he wedges his hand between your thighs. you jump at the feeling of his knuckles crammed between your legs. you can feel his knuckles indent your pillowy skin. you’re so distracted you almost forget his question.

“alot.” you whisper.

shotaro hums in acknowledgment as he moves his fingers closer to you. shotaro’s finger finds your clothed heat. your squished thighs made it hard for him to move his hand, but he’s nothing if not determined. you are already feeling the effects of your arousal between your legs, and so can shotaro. he tsks at you when he withdraws his hands from in between your legs.

“oh i can tell.” he says knowingly.

you try to be nonchalant about the situation, looking down at shotaro’s lap. he’s all spread out for you looking as enticing as ever. you put a hand on his knee and shotaro follows your hand and up your arm, until he’s looking at your face.

“you getting bold, baby?“ shotaro said. 

he moved his leg slightly, letting your hand creep further up. you applied some pressure behind your hand. his thigh was solid underneath your touch. you looked to shotaro to gauge his reaction. his look egged you on, his head motioning for you to come closer. you listened, scooting so close your legs were touching now. shotaro used his hand to play with the thin strap of your shirt on your shoulder. he experimentally brought it to the end of your shoulder, resting on the rounded edge. one simple move would have the strap falling down your shoulder, revealing your chest. you thought about being exposed in front of shotaro, him being able to see the body he probably thought so much about.

“can you show me how much you missed me?” shotaro asks.

shotaro looks at you and you feel your lips gravitate towards his. they look glossy in the blue light from the tv, you wonder what they taste like. you missed him and his flirtatious comments, how confident he always makes you feel.

you nod your head and shotaro keep eye contact with you as he moves his hand back to between your thighs. you mirror hid movements, until you can feel his hardened length underneath the cotton fabric of his sweats. you squeeze his dick and his hand dips underneath your elastic waistband. 

you both gasp at the contact. feeling shotaro’s finger tease your clit makes you more eager to please him. you close your hand around his shaft repeatedly, reveling in the sounds he makes and feeling him twitch against your palm.

“i’ve needed you for so long.” shotaro says. “i thought you’d never breakup with that fucking loser.”

his normally even voice is whiny and desperate as he bucks his hips up into your hand. this entices you, giving you the gumption to put your hand in his sweatpants. he’s wearing no boxers, and when you take him in your hand you can feel precum that dribbled down from his shaft. you use your index finger to massage his tip and shotaro uses his hand that’s not touching your slit to bring you forward.

shotaro guides you forward, until you have one hand on his dick and the other clutching the armrest of your couch. your knees are still on the couch as shotaro brings his hand to your chin, guiding you in for a kiss. you follow his lead, and you move your hand from the armrest to his shoulder. you fist the fabric of his flannel and start stroking shotaro slowly to show him how much you really missed him. he shows you by bending his fingers inside of you after adding another one. your sloppy kisses are interrupted by moans and expletives. shotaro is the one that pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours. he pulls his fingers out of you to thumb the elastic on your waistband. you can feel his wet fingers make contact with your skin as he looks at you.

“can i see you take these off?” shotaro asks.

“can you take off yours too?” you ask, quieter than shotaro. 

he nods his head and he lifts his hips off the couch to unclothe himself. you look away on instinct, focusing on getting your own garment off. part of you didn’t want to look away, you wanted to see it all. you wanted to see shotaro free himself from the confines of his sweatpants and see his dick react to the air of your apartment. the thought of seeing shotaro get undressed seemed a little too intimate, so you instead just focused on the sound of his dick hitting his stomach with a small slap. your pants and camisole was off quickly. 

you found out that shotaro didn’t think it was too intimate at all to watch you get undressed. he focused on your boobs the most. you saw shotaro’s hand hesistate before reaching towards you.

“can i touch you, baby?”

you nod and shotaro’s hand goes to tweak your nipple. when you gasp shotaro looks at you and pinches a little harder. you keep eye contact as he keeps the pressure. the pain is almost unbearable, but shotaro releases the sensitive skin. as if he’s trying to apologize shotaro then takes your boob into his hand, massaging the skin. 

you go back to your previous position on the couch, leaning over him. he brings you in for a kiss and he tastes like mint and fruity candy. his spit mixes with yours and his tongue is almost as soft as his lips. he’s gentle but assertive with you, letting his tongue explore your mouth. 

when you grab shotaro’s dick, he almost bit your tongue off in surprise. he hisses into the kiss when you grip him a little tighter and pick up the speed. shotaro almost yells out loud when he sees you drop your head to his lap. 

“you don’t have to.” shotaro says.

you look up from his lap to give him a smug smile. shotaro’s chill plug facade almost breaks when you take his hard dick into your mouth.

“holy shit,” shotaro whines. “you’re so pretty. so sexy.” 

you want to tell him the same thing. you want to tell him about all the times you caught yourself staring at him, how many times you’ve thought about his pretty smile. you wanted to tell him about his pretty lips and pretty voice and the pretty sounds he making for you. even his dick is pretty, the perfect size for you to take all of him. shotaro bucks his hips and moans, praising you the whole time.

“i’ve thought about you everyday.” he sighs.

you position your mouth differently. the change causes shotaro’s tip to touch fuck your cheek instead of your mouth while you get used to him. you expected the position change to only last a second, but shotaro looked at your cheek. he used his hands to change your fast pace to a slow one. you could practically feel shotaro’s eyes burn a hole in your cheek when the skin of your cheek was being pulled taut by his dick. shotaro ran a quick hand over the protruding piece of your cheek. with a groan, shotaro leans his head back to rest against the couch. you look up to shotaro, watching his adam’s apple bob when you go back to taking him down your throat.

“fuck. even your mouth is pretty.” he says. 

you start letting out your own sounds when you feel shotaro’s hand grip your ass. he plays with it, kneading your supple skin. his hand travels to your slit, and he sticks a finger inside. you moan still with his sick in your mouth and he bucks his hips again. 

with the parts you can’t reach you use your hand. shotaro clears your hair out of your face but doesn’t guide your head anymore. he thinks watching you do your own thing is way better. watching you might become one of his favorite things. he lazily fingers you, he just needs to feel you around him. your sopping wet but the angle makes it hard for shotaro to pleasure you. when shotaro makes eye contact with you he has to pull himself out of your mouth before he finishes down your throat. 

“i’m gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.” shotaro says.

you want to tell him it’s okay if he cums in your mouth but you’re too shy to request such a lewd thing. shotaro must see the thought cross your mind as he pushes his hair back with his hand.

“i don’t do stuff like that unless you ask for it.” shotaro says. 

when shotaro pulls his fingers out of your pussy he uses the same hand to bring your body that’s still laying across his legs back to the doggy position. he takes his hands from you mouth and he kisses you roughly. his lips are still soft, and you are out of your mind as you take his lips into your mouth and suck on them. you can still smell yourself on his fingers, wet as they hold your face. you pull away from him. a string of spit connecting your lips is broken as you speak.

“can you fuck me?” you say. 

your eyes are wide and blown out, mirroring shotaro’s as he nods his head.

“how do you want it?” he asks.

“put your ass in the air for me baby.” shotaro says as he gets up from the couch. 

you listen to his request, putting your face on the couch where shotaro was sitting to put your ass even higher in the air. 

you can feel the couch dip underneath his weight. shotaro uses gentle hands to perfect your form. a hand pushes down on your lower back to help with the arch, another hand spreading your thighs so he can slot between them. he uses his dig to slap your ass, teasing your slit with the tip. you both are holding your breaths, trying to grasp what’s about to happen. shotaro leans forward, so close until his abdomen is pressed against your back. you moan when you can feel his tip between your folds, collecting slick.

“ready?” shotaro asks.

you respond by pushing your hips back, shotaro goes upright to hold your hips in place. he starts off slow as he tried to comprehend how lucky he really is.

“i wish i could see your face, honey.” shotaro says after he bottoms out.

you moan as he puts his leg up, hitting something inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

“you gonna let me fuck you again so i can see that pretty face right?” shotaro asks. 

he picks up speed and a sound you didnt know you could make comes from the back of your throat. you forgot he asked you a question until he thrusts deep, you have to grip the armrest of the couch to stabilize yourself.

“right?” he asks again.

“yes.” you moan.

shotaro resumes his fast pace. he places a light smack to your ass, living for the recoil. 

“you feel so good.” shotaro says.

you have a vice grip on the couch and use your hold it to stabilize yourself. you use all your strength to push your hips back to meet shotaro’s he stills his movements and you look back to see shataro rests his hand on his hips and he watches you fuck yourself on him. he sees you looking back and smiles at you.

“just like that. must’ve really wanted this huh?”

you nod your head and continue to push your hips back, entranced on hitting that spot inside of you. shotaro puts his hands back on your ass as you start picking up the pace.

“giving me a show and everything baby.” shotaro says. 

his voice is getting a little whinier and his sentences are becoming rushed. shotaro knows your close by the way you clamp around him. he uses a hand to rub your clit and you completely stop, pleasure taking over everything. shotaro resumes the pace he had before, so hard and fast the sound of slapping skin overpowers the show playing on the television and overtakes your mind. you reach back and shotaro grabs it, pinning your hand to your back. he still rubs revolutions onto your clit as you completely come undone, yelling out his name. 

“love this ass,” shotaro says. “can i cum on it?”

“yes.” you yell.

shotaro pulls out and guides your hand that he holds to his dick. you get the hint quickly and stroke him as fast as he massages your clit, matching his pace. 

you and shotaro are both moaning as your orgasms are prolonged. shotaro shoots ropes over your ass and back, fucking himself in your hand. you can feel your own wetness as it coats shotaro’s hands. he puts in one finger and you leave your arch to sink lower and lower into the couch. you are on the edge of overstimulation when shotaro pulls his fingers out of you.

you are face down on the couch, breathing hard trying to catch your breath. you imagine shotaro is doing the same, leaning on the armrest as his chest heaves. 

you’re caught up in the comedown that you didn’t notice shotaro go into your kitchen. he wipes off your back and ass with some paper towels. he helps you sit up and he smiles at your dazed expression.

“everything alright?” he asks with a smile on his face. 

shotaro helps you put on your own clothes before he looks for his own. after you’re both dressed he sits on the couch and guides you to lay your head on his lap. he plays with your hands in complete silence. the atmosphere you two have created isn’t awkward, you just wish one of you would say something.

shotaro reaches for his backpack, upper half of his body leaning forward to grab it. his upper body comes so close to you that your nose almost touches his chest. you smell the same musky scent from when he first came into your apartment. you take it in, feeling like something has been ripped away from you when shotaro comes back up. a new smell fills your nose, but it’s familiar nonetheless.

“this is that new shit i was talking about. it’s a hybrid of that one strain you like.” shotaro says. 

he puts the baggie in your hands. it’s easily half an ounce, maybe even more than that.

“thanks shotaro. it’ll take me forever to get through all of this.”

“i hope you like it.” shotaro says.

you look up at him as he watches the television. it’s weird seeing him in this light. he seems softer, more shy than the man you were dealing with a few minutes ago. this shotaro hesitates to touch you, hands hovering over your hair that he wants to feel between his fingers. this shotaro plays with your hands and compares the sizes, humming contently when you thread your fingers in his. this shotaro also ignores his phone as it sits on the coffee table blowing up with notifications.

“i think someone is trying to talk to you taro.” you say.

“probably just someone seeing if i’m awake. don’t worry about it.” shotaro says. he’s unbothered as he plays with your hair and watching whatever show is playing on the television. you begin to nervously play with shotaro’s hand, moving it back and forth in a repeated motion to feel some comfort.

“i won’t be mad if you leave.”  you say quietly.

shotaro stops playing with your hair for a split second. you swear you can feel him stiffen underneath you, and the air in the room changes. shotaro only pauses for a second before he continues to play with your hair.

“you can just come back once you’re done, right?” you ask. 

you look up to see shotaro already looking down at you, smiling.

“really?” shotaro asks.

you nod your head and he squeezes your hand before bending down and kissing your forehead. it’s quick, but it’s a delicate kiss, soft like you are made of glass. when he pulls away you hand him his phone off the coffee table, trying to see who is messaging him.

“one of my regulars wants me to run some stuff to him. he only lives fifteen minutes away.” shotaro says.

you get up from the couch to find shotaro’s clothes that were randomly thrown around your living room. he thanks you for each article of clothing you find, and he is slow putting on his clothes, like he is trying to stall.

shotaro is slow all the way to your door. when you tell him to be back soon and drive safe he moves with a pep in his step.

he’s back to your door in thirty minutes, and you guys end the night cuddling in your bed.

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