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osaki shotaro x f!reader ˖🪷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ wc: 1458
🪼⋆｡𖦹°. synopsis: ur bf had approximately an hour 2 get ready for his group's fan party (happy 1000 days briize!!!)—and shotaro, being the man he is—thought having you dazzle him up for the event would be a great idea! (spoiler alert: it wasn't)
(,,>ヮ<,,)! ~ contents: smut!! 18+, subby shotaro @ first, then he lowk domming u.. , PINK SHOTARO!!, fingering, nipple play, sho calling u a good girl, semi-public intimacy (riize members in dressing rooms nextdoor over), hes suited up!
🫧⋆. author's note: pink shotaro is taking over my life so i had 2 write smt for him...
“are you sure i’m allowed back here?”
“don’t worry baby, nobody will see you.” shotaro’s eyes crinkled as he smiled ever so sweetly, locking the door behind him. it wasn’t like…all of riize was getting ready only feet away from this room–surely nobody would bat an eye!
“okay, c’mon…we only have an hour...” you led shotaro towards the vanity, softly pushing him onto the seat.
you searched the dozens of cabinets, eventually pinning back his bangs with two bobby pins. you began to apply primer onto his face, his gaze locking onto yours.
“you’re really pretty,” he murmured.
your face reddened. reaching for the foundation, you felt a pair of hands on your waist. your eyes darted towards shotaro, his doe eyes almost pleading for you to give him something. he leaned forward, fully embracing your body.
you slowly ran your fingers through his hair, pinching the rosey strands. although your boyfriend dyed it just yesterday, his hair still seemed as soft as ever.
in your opinion, shotaro dying his hair pink was the best decision he could’ve ever made–even if it was the company’s choice, not his. nonetheless, he looked utterly beautiful.
and you got the feeling that shotaro knew it…
you can absolutely guarantee that this man is eye-fucking you.
every little thing you did, his eyes were on you. whether you were wandering all around the room in search of some red eyeliner or if you were applying tint to his lips, none of it mattered to him; shotaro just continued to stare at you with absolute yearning in his eyes.
and it got even worse when you began to find a pair of clothes for him.
shotaro was insanely fashionable, it’s incredibly likely that whatever you picked out for him today wouldn’t be anything close to what he could’ve whipped up in five minutes; yet, here you were.
you turned around and eyed the outfit you picked out for him. it was nothing extraordinary: a white collared shirt, a black vest, and a pair of black dress pants. however, he was wearing the nerdiest, chunkiest glasses you could find; despite that, he looked heavenly.
“i think you need a tie,” you replied. you began to rummage through the room’s wardrobe, pulling a black tie off the shelf. you step closer to him, lifting his collar up as the two of you were practically rubbing chests due to the shrinking proximity between you two...
you avoided his gaze as you wrapped the tie around his neck. you looped the fabric around itself, tugging on the material slightly. shotaro let out a soft exhale.
shotaro’s lips pursed as he shook his head, not sparing even one second to take his eyes off of you.
“can you…um,” he whispered. shotaro looked to the side briefly before making eye contact with you. “i’m just really hot, ‘s all.”
you rested your palm on his cheek, dragging your thumb over his bottom lip. there was practically zero space between the two of you as you slowly pushed one digit into the heat of his mouth. his tongue lapped at your finger, circling around your flesh. he brought his left hand onto yours, pressing a second finger past his lips.
“have i ever told you just how cute you look with glasses on?” you tease.
you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, shotaro letting out a quiet whimper as his own lips chased after yours.
you paused, his cheeks blushing furiously.
“stop,” he murmured. you adjusted his glasses, pushing them closer to his face.
“how can i? you’re just sooo adorable…”
standing so close to each other, you could feel his every move:
the slight twitch of his arm,
the way his breathing grew sharp,
the sudden firmness below his waist…
shotaro’s body hovered over yours as he pushed you down onto the leather sofa, his arms planted by your sides. his lips aggressively crashed against yours, tongue dancing in your mouth as you let out a soft moan.
“shh, wonbin‘ll hear you…” his lips broke away from yours, trailing his hand down your hips. shotaro’s fingers landed on the waistband of your pants, tugging on the fabric gently. “can i take these off?”
you nodded. “yes, please, please baby…”
you lifted your hips off the couch, allowing for your boyfriend to remove your sweats. his lips made their way down to your neck, leaving soft kisses as he began to rub his middle finger over your clothed crotch. shotaro curled his fingers, thrusting the tips deeper through the fabric, slowly coating your panties in slick.
your breaths grew ragged. his lips collided into yours once again, the frames of his glasses hitting your face. he let go–reaching for his glasses before you interrupted him.
“keep them on.” you croak.
“please, you’re so cute…”
shotaro followed your orders, his lips leaning closer to your ear as his fingers circled around your clit.
“tell me what you want,” he exhaled. “tell me you want my fingers.”
you choked out a whimper, squirming in place as you begged. “sho, baby, please…” you cried as he pressed harder, trailing his free hand underneath your shirt. “touch me, however you want… please, just finger me.”
he laughed, pushing the lace of your panties down your thighs. he massaged your inner thighs, just an inch away from your hole. shotaro rested his hand on the lower hem of your shirt, looking to you for a sense of approval. you helped him lift your shirt up further, exposing your bra to him.
he pulled the cups of your bra below your chest, edging your core with his middle and ring finger.
“fuck, yes, please just touch me already…”
shotaro pressed his fingertip inside, slowly thrusting the digit back and forth before stuffing two of his fingers deep into your hole.
“fuck..fuckfuckfuck…” you cried.
shotaro pumped his fingers deep into you, caressing your breast with his remaining hand. his thumb rubbed over your nipple before he pinched the nub–hard. you whimpered,
“baby, be quiet for me, i know you can,” he pulled his fingers out of your body, licking the digits slowly before inserting them back in.
“you can be good for me, right?”
you can barely even believe the same boy that was acting all shy about you being so close to him is acting so entitled–acting like he can just strip you down bare and toy with you as he likes…the truth is: you’d let him.
“oh you’re sooo good, c’mon, i know you can cum all over these…” he slowed the rhythm of his strokes, curling ever so slightly towards your sweet spot.
“be a good girl for me, okay? you don’t want me to be late to the show…all ‘cause i’m taking care of my sweet girl.”
shotaro squeezed your breast, shifting his position on top of you to better hit your insides.
“ride my fingers, i know you want to,” shotaro’s eyes fixed onto yours. “i know you need them,”
you clawed at his back–sucking, biting, lapping your tongue at his neck to quiet the moans escaping your throat. your hips grinded against his hand, you shut your eyes tight as you rode into your high. he quickened his pace, curling his fingers rapidly as lewd squelching filled the room.
“i’m gonna cum, baby,” you choked.
“mhm, i know you can. c’mon. cum for me–use my hand baby,” he breathed. his fingers have slapped your core too many times to count, but you knew you were close…
you whimpered against his flesh, coating shotaro’s hand in your juices. he thrust his fingers back into you, shoving the slick back into your womb.
he brought his hand to his lips, licking every last bit of your release. he pressed his lips against yours, softly pushing his tongue into your mouth as he kneaded your sides.
“good girl, you did so, so good.” he whispered in between kisses.
you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.
you’ve been frantically applying concealer, foundation–hell, you even tried color correcting the bruise on his neck–yet the hickey won’t hide itself…
shotaro’s arms embraced your body as you tried to conceal what happened in the last half-hour.
“it’s fine, baby, i swear…”
“my dignity won’t be if you can’t hide it.”
you stare at the bruise, adjusting your boyfriend’s collar to hopefully hide the mark…
shotaro pressed his lips onto your neck, tracing chaste kisses down your collarbone.
your body shivered before you brought your palm to the back of his head.
“you’re lucky i love you…”
