Damn He's Soo Hott!! Let Me Know If I Should Write A One Shot For Him.

just thought about best friend anton or sungchan laying in between your legs, head on your thigh while scrolling on his phone 😓 it's pretty normal at first, but after a while, he moves a lot, shifting side to side. you huff, getting a little annoyed at how much he's moving. you tell him to stop moving but he moves to lay on his stomach and looks up at you, throwing his phone aside on the bed, still in between your legs. the sight immediately catches you off guard, cheeks turning pink. he notices you blushing and smirks, teasing you if you like him being in between your legs. you mindlessly nod, not knowing you did. he laughs and moves down, pressing his cheek against on of your thighs, eventually pressing a kiss on it. your breath hitches and you bite down on your bottom lip, taken slightly aback but feeling turned on. you try to close your thighs together but he just pushes them apart and uses his strong hands to make them stay still. he then starts to suck and nibble on your thighs, placing hickeys on them ☹️☹️☹️☹️

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AJHAHSHSH gonna go w sungchan🤭

he would tease you for getting turned on by having your best friend between your thighs like that. he saw the wet patch on your shorts and just laughed at how easy it was to make you like this. your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his fingers traced the wet patch, making you breathe sharply. next thing you knew, he was taking your shorts off and pulling your panties to the side, revealing your glistening pussy. he placed your legs over his shoulders as he continued playing with your pussy, teasing you about how sensitive you were to your best friends’s touch. he would eventually make you cum all over his fingers, licking them clean as he looked at you. you couldn’t believe your best friend made you cum like that and you wanted more.

Anton seems like the type to like to leave hickeys

feel like anton would like to lay with you after sex and trace the little hickies he leaves on your chest. he’s be so fascinated by them, thinking they’re the prettiest things

over-stepping.

“but tonight, you belong to me.”

you come to him after breaking with your boyfriend. he’s been waiting for this moment ever since you moved in with him. a moment of vulnerability. a moment for him to overstep a few boundaries. but it’s all to make you feel better. after-all, that’s what he’s here for to make you feel better. but nothing changes. it never does.

song eunseok. ft lee sohee.

angst. smut. no verbal “yes” so dub-con to be safe

your knuckles started to ache, fingers trembling as you gripped onto the doorknob of his room. the sound of his bed creaking and someone elses’ moans slipped under the crack of the door — someone else was in there with him. an intense ringing in your ears and the sudden urge to vomit came crashing over your body just at the mere thought of what you would witness if you opened that door. it had to be a sick joke, it was a sick joke. right? you weren’t hearing what you thought you were hearing — no this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to play out. no, he’s supposed to be yours. who else can he possibly have in his bed? how could he do this to you. he told you that he wouldn’t do it again.

sohee — a sweetheart, but also a fuck-ass liar. a cheater who can’t keep his word to save his stupid life. but he’s still a sweetheart.

what a lame gimmick. but how did it get to this?

tonight was an exciting night. a very exciting night. so exciting that it had you seated in front of the vanity in your room, makeup thrown across the surface. clothes tossed around in heaps and music blasting through the enclosed space. you were getting ready to go and see sohee. it had been weeks since the last visit — even though you lived no more than twenty minutes apart. but he said he needed his space here and there.

and who were you to not give that to him?

in the midst of beating your face to perfection, you failed to realize the sound of your creaky bedroom door opening and your roommate, eunseok, sliding in. situating himself into your bed in the process. the alarmingly loud thud of his body meeting your mattress made you whip around in the seat — grasping onto the loose t-shirt that framed your body from shock after realizing what the noise was.

“oh my god, you can’t do that seok.” catching your breath, throwing a makeup brush towards his direction before turning back to face the mirror. remembering that you were using that brush, you just huffed while looking for another one. as you searched, the same object that you used to attack him was being thrown right back at you — striking the back of your head.

getting into his feet, eunseoks’ laughter got closer and closer until he was hovering over you. leaning his body onto the back of your chair, he planted his hands onto the table. scanning the contents before making eye contact with you through the mirror. “what are you dolling up for anyway? i don’t remember you mentioning anything important this week.” his confusion mixed with curiosity lead to his hands grabbing some random blush that you had discarded. examining the product as he waited.

“getting ready to see sohee. he invited me over.” responding in a low tone as you focused on getting your liner to match each other. elbows resting up on the vanity as you tried to keep steady. being so focused on your eyelids that you just barely missed the male rolling his eyes. just barely though. “what are you rolling your eyes for??” questioning him, you placed the pen down, looking at him through the mirror once more. waiting to hear whatever bullshit opinion he has floating around his head.

“come on, you know why.” lowering his chin down onto your head, you stayed silent — waiting for him to further elaborate. sighing, eunseok continued, “he admitted to cheating on you, not just once but multiple times yn. and you’re still so quick to run back to him. and then you come to me begging me to tell you what to do, and every single fucking time i-“ his rant was cut short by the buzzing of your phone. hands darting to pick up the device, sohees’ name glowed on the screen. swiping to open the text, it was almost as if the world came crashing down and bursted into flames. nothing could have prepared you for the moment he would breakup with you over text.

so much for a peaceful day.

pushing yourself from out the the seat, you were out the door before eunseok could even react. throwing on a a pair of beatup af1s and one of eunseoks’ jackets that hung near the door — still in your pajama shorts. fumbling with your car keys as the cold night air hit your body. his words on loop in your mind as you turned on the car.

this isn’t gonna work anymore.

body hot, you darted through the doors of his apartment complex. sweat lining your face as you beelined up to the elevator, heads turning as you rushed through the once peaceful lobby. once at your destination, your movements didn’t slow. only quickening as the pads of your fingers smashed against the elevator button. breath low and heavy, mouth dry and legs weak — you waited for the machine to reach your floor. mechanical doors opening, you pushed your body into the tight space, the judge-mental stares of the recent occupants lingering on your body as you desperately, frantically abused button to the 8th floor. body trembling, you stood in front of the sliding doors.

you looked like a lunatic.

but that was the least of your concerns, all you could think about was his text. the text that sent you spiraling in a matter of seconds. the text that would be the reason you drove through the streets like a loon. he wanted to cut it off, but no. no he can’t do that. he’s yours and you’ll do anything to keep it that way. the ding of the elevator snapped you out from the manic episode, paranoia, you were experiencing. tripping over your own two feet, you sprinted down the corridor — finally reaching apartment 119. feet heavy, you stood idle.

an unsettling feeling flooding your senses. fingers twitching as your eyes burned holes into the wood that you walked through so many times in the past. the door that you were pushed up against after the first date. the door that he shoved your body out of whenever he was upset. the same frame where you sobbed and screamed at him after catching him messing around for the first time.

the door that you always crawled back to.

it all made your heart throb as you twisted the discolored metal. allowing yourself into the space, the strong, nearly sickening smell of cashmere and vanilla made your head spin. the home was dark, but the layout was engraved into your mind — due to spending multiple nights hastily undressing in the pitch black and finding yourself in his room. making way to said room, your feet brushed against a heap of clothing that laid abandoned in the hall. then it hit you, the creaking of his bed-frame and muffled yet ear-splitting moans drowning out the harsh sound of your footsteps hitting his hardwood floor.

holding onto the knob of his room, your heart beat pounded and throbbed in your ears. hot tears getting ready to stream down your puffy cheeks as you listened to the shameless groans that seeped from the cracks of the wood and into your ears — going straight to the deepest depths of your heart and giving the organ a good punch. it was like a slap in the face, this couldn’t be how it ends. no it’s not, you’re just hallucinating.

but you’re not.

a choked out cry of his name gave you whiplash. also giving you the strength you needed to swing open the only thing that was holding you back from the truth. the truth that would inevitably lead to the death of your heart. the truth that would make your breath get stuck in your throat. the sight was like a kick to the gut, staring at the way his hips kept moving even when his face tilted up to meet yours — that sweet smile plastered on his face as his hand was stationed ontop of his latest flings head.

it was as if time had stopped, and you were stuck watching your everything, replace you faster than you could blink. your stomach contracted and ached. legs weakening at the urge to vomit crept up on you before you could even register the feeling in your mind.

stumbling back, your body hit the wall — sending a harsh shockwave down your spine. hands wrapping around your own waist, the option to cry or scream bounced around your mind like a pinball. cheeks hot and puffy, eyes red and swollen, lips parted in pure, raw horror — your body started to hyperventilate instead. blinking away any tears that attempted to escape your irritated and itchy eyes, it was all too much. your balance was fucked — stumbling over nothing, you pushed yourself through his home and out the front door. not bothering to close it as you held onto the wall while trying to find the elevator. it was almost as if you’re whole body was shutting down and the hallway kept getting longer.

head spinning, vision blurred— you finally found the hunk of metal. looking down at your feet, your thumb smashed the button, while your other arm tightened around your body. this whole experience made you sick to your stomach, it was almost as if you could puke there and then. the ding of the elevator making your head snap up. the doors sliding open at an agonizingly slow rate — almost as if it was trying to drag out the torture that you were feeling. as you dragged yourself into the elevator, the echo of your name rang out. he was coming and he was moving quick. desperately hitting the lobby button, your body slid down the wall when the doors closed and you started to descend onto the lower floors.

maybe eunseok was right, he won’t change.

dragging yourself through the now empty lobby, all you wanted to do was curl up and die. but it was bound to happen and in all honesty — it was your fault for being him. over and over again, he would lie and you would believe him. falling back into the same trap, that same cycle of misery. you just wanted to believe he would change.

because how can the sweetest boy you know, be one of the sickest people to ever exist?

leaning back in your drivers seat, your face was covered in tears and your balled up fist repeatedly attacked the flesh of your thighs. the skin bruising with every hit, voice cracking with each staggered breath you took in. lips raw from your teeth sinking into them in weak attempts to hold back hiccups.

eunseok sat waiting in the living room, watching as your little dot on his map got closer to your shared apartment. leaning into the cushions of the couch, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. the sight of you rushing out to try and salvage a relationship that should have been scrapped months ago. he would never say it to your face, bur he truly found you pathetic — a pretty girl who was too trusting. too afraid of losing people who only brought her down. a girl who yearns for the slightest bit of affection, comfort, love. glancing back down at the device, your little blue dot was right outside the door. probably trying to collect yourself before having to face eunseok again.

taking it upon himself, eunseok walked over to the door, pulling it open to be met with a startled you. eyes glossed over, eyeliner running down your face, bottom lip tucked under your teeth — it was a sight straight from a 80s romance novel. eyes scanning your body, his gaze lingered on the way your lips quivered ever so slightly.

expanding his arms, your body came crashing into his. clawing onto his shoulders while his arms held onto your waist. leading you back into the home, closing the door in the process. eunseok allowed you to weep and breakdown into him. swaying side to side in an attempt to soothe your mind — it almost made him feel bad for you. but how could he when all he did was tell you how you should, needed to leave him. being the mediator in your life was getting exhausting, and he truly didn’t know how much more he could put up with.

pulling away, he took the time to swipe at any tears that lingered. then leading you into your room. only for you two to stand there. back turned to him, you slowly glanced over your shoulder to stare at him. so many words being spoken through a simple gesture — until was now leading you to his. there, you waited until he was seated. laying your head in his lap, curling up into a ball as his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your face. the sound of cars zooming below his cracked open window and the dim city lights leaking into the dark room, past the partly opened curtains. your shallow breathing paired with sniffles filling whatever empty space remained. it

“what did i tell you?” brushing his fingers over your warm cheeks, it came to no surprise when you started rambling incoherent and unfinished sentences, trying to defend yourself. sitting up in front of the male, you could feel yourself get worked up all over again. the waterworks starting up again as you started gasping for air as if it was getting forcefully sucked from out of your chest with every sentence. “i thought he would change, i really did.” face scrunched up in discomfort, eunseok pulled you onto his lap — head falling into the crook of his neck as he massaged your back. continuing to spew out senseless sentences that fell onto deaf ears. the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt for the second, but not the last, time tonight. hooking your arms around his neck in an attempt to stabilize yourself, eunseok moved his hands down to your hips. pushing them down ever so slightly. if you weren’t a mess, it would have been obvious what he was trying to do.

“it’s okay, i got you.” shifting beneath you, the now painfully obvious tent of his shorts rubbed against your thigh. lifting your head, there was a weird tension. attempting to slide off his lap, eunseoks grip only tightened. “let me help you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards, m’kay?” whispering into your ear, he pushed your body down onto his bed. hovering over above you for a moment before crashing his lips down onto yours. nipping and tugging at the already raw skin while his hands forced down your shorts, slipping them all your legs and onto his floor. hands on either side of your head, all you could physically do was let him undress your lower half, too weak from hysteria to even attempt to move.

removing himself from your body, eunseok got off the bed. standing on the side, he gripped onto your ankles — dragging your body to the edge and standing in between them. but he couldn’t help but watch, stare at the way your chest slowly moved up and down with each shaky breath. the way you shifted and writhed under his touch. it all went straight to his dick.

surprising, right? no? ok.

tugging down at his shorts, he pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring up. placing a hand onto your hip, eunseok used his other to drag his tip against your panties. leaving a wet-patch in its wake. a lazy smile on his lips as he teased and teased. slapping your thinly clothed cunt with his length. sliding his other hand down, he pushed the fabric aside, lining himself up with your heat.

“you’re gonna feel so much better, just let me do all the work.” pushing himself past your folds, the ache that you once had was replaced with a slight pain. it had been awhile since you even thought of having sex, refraining from such activities with the knowledge of sohees frequent relations. holding onto your ankles, eunseok folded your legs until they were touching your chest, giving himself the view that he had been longing to see. taking in the sight of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out. ignoring the way you called his name, telling him it was too much.

“you’ll adjust, just take it.” with every word, eunseok snipped his lips against your ass. causing a string of hoarse moans and whine leaving your lips. he was the silent type, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t losing his mind. collecting his composure, he continued speaking you through it, “i’m just here to make you feel better, you’re doing so well baby.” but you didn’t feel better, yeah you felt good. but you couldn’t help that your heart still longed for someone who didn’t care for you, while someone else was between your thighs.

maybe he’ll pick up the phone once this is over.

yana here- hi. heh. the way this took me barely a full day to finish and i thought it would take like 3. the idea was lingering in my mind all week, i started writing it at like 3PM yesterday, then stopped. continued at like 11 and finished right now! it’s currently 4PM. i hope you liked it, idk i liked writing it. kinda mad at myself for making sohee such a bitch but then its hot so idc. also, another abrupt ending because i like the idea of not finishing what i started. dont get mad at me or i’ll cry.

The definition of smol #9

Seunghan solo stans are just as bad as ot6 RIIZE stans, sorry not sorry! How can you solo stan him? You do know that if he DOES go solo he wont be promoted & WONT be this big success you think he will be.

He will have 1 comeback that people tune into & from there will be dumped like lucas. SM does not treat their solo artists with respect

The amount of people that believe hes okay now & safe because he posts to fucking instagram & teases him being with his members from time to time are thick in the head. 1. He has ALWAYS been with his members even during his hiatus, it makes no difference now. His haters are STILL there and have not been dealt with by SM, RIIZE ot6 are targeting wonbin, sohee and anton and will continue to bully your favs. Those that think this has all Ended are delusional, korean fans voices are bigger then yours so to end the boycott here when nothing has been resolved is fucking stupid, have a backbone for once. You’ve just let SM win good job!!

The whole point of the boycott was to bring him BACK INTO RIIZE. Without riize hes in even more danger i fear, and so is RIIZE themselves. But YAY we got another insta post that means nothing right?

Why did i believe kpop fans would be smart for once…

NOT FUNNY I CRIED

❛RELAX❜ ( o. shotaro )

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

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

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

— 𖦹 ( smoking weed with shotaro leads to something more ) !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©️LUVYENI

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i’ve gotten a couple asks regarding my stance on the riize boycott and i’m here to say i’m in full support of it, and will be partaking. i’m unfollowing them on all platforms, i will not be streaming their music or watching their content, i will not be buying any albums, merch, etc., and i left their weverse. and like i said before, i won’t be writing for riize for the time being.

riize is seven and will always be seven. i love the boys so much and i believe they deserve to live their dreams in peace together, and be under a company that puts them first. one that protects and respects them. the reason i’m boycotting is because they mean so much to me. it sucks to see them suffer under sm and i’m not just going to be on the sidelines and be complacent. they deserve better treatment.

i know a lot of people use the argument that they’ve suffered enough or that they need our support, and that’s just laziness in my opinion. our support is the boycott. you say you’re sad and upset for them and that they deserve respect and the mistreatment should end…where is the action to back that up? how are you going to say that, then continue to stream their music and interact with their socials? that will show sm that no matter what they do, people will still consume their content — and to them, any engagement is better than none. they’ll take anything even if it’s under the wrong circumstances.

grow a backbone, please. think a little harder about why this is happening in the first place. we have a chance to make real change for riize and for the k-pop industry in general. be loud or don’t say anything at all.

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send hard hours pls :(