#riize x imagine

[i02dollia]

Had this Sungchan https://x.com/gureeeeeeeeen/status/1912934420132278363?t=kfqnWp-gP2v1TfjYbkPPnA&s=19 on my mind a lot recently pls write something inspired by this pic and for male readers pls💦

the gym picture…….. he knows what he’s doing and i hope he continues doing it because we need big and meaty sungchan idc about anyone else’s opinion ✋🏼

18+ male x male. gym setting. semi public sex. sungchan is a menace to society. dry humping. dirty talk. sungchan is rough and uses his strength against reader. biting. licking. body worshipping.

“come on, you can do it.” a whine left your lips hearing his familiar voice behind you, encouraging you to lift yet another weight even when you said it wasn’t possible. this is how the evening was being spent.. in the hot and gross gym for hours—it had to have been about three hours already and he still wasn’t ready to go home. it was pure torture watching him workout and why? you needed him. the way sungchan’s thick arms flexed when he’d lift a weight, grunting as he threw it back down on the floor, his chest somehow looking more broad afterwards.. god, you needed him. lifting the weight again and doing your best to work on your arm strength—you saw him through the mirror. sungchan took a seat on the bench and started lifting the even bigger and heavier weights. your eyes widened at the sight and your cock twitched in the basketball shorts you wore. what were you going to do now?

“baby?” no response. “channie..?” no response again. it was typical for sungchan to get into the zone when in the gym but that doesn’t make it okay for him to ignore you. making your way over to his bench you took a seat on his lap which instantly got his attention, putting the heavy weight back where it belonged and sat up, his strong arm immediately wrapping around your waist. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” now he was going to make you talk and it wasn’t going to happen. not in such a public area—even if the gym was completely dead. you shrugged your shoulders and turned to hide your face in the crook of his sweaty neck. the scent of his cologne and musk making your head spin.

“is my little doll needy, hm? is that the problem?” this was humiliating—you couldn’t just be a normal and supportive boyfriend in the gym, every little thing he did was making you go insane and the tight white tank top wasn’t helping the situation. “let’s just go home now.. please? you’ve been at this for hours! it’s not fair..” sungchan said nothing but take a few looks around the gym noticing that it was just you two left. “chan.. no!” you whispered-yelled at him but that did nothing. it only made him want this more than ever.

sungchan turned your body around so you were now facing him—large veiny hands making their way down to grip your hips in a rough manner, slowly starting to rock you back and forth against him. “s-sungchan..” but he wouldn’t let you finish, bringing one hand up to grab ahold of your jaw—forcefully pulling you forward and letting your lips meet his own. your eyes fluttered shut only waiting for this moment the entire night now.

“you wanna act like such a needy little bitch in public then I’ll treat you like one.” and you whimpered against his lips just like he knew you would—like you always did and it was pathetic but he loved it. sungchan bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed before sucking on it and quickly pulling away to give the same attention to your neck. he was obsessed with your neck and how perfect it was for him to kiss, lick, bite, and choke. your hips moved faster against him and he pushed you against his thigh, “ride my big thigh.” this was new but you weren’t complaining. all you could do was nod and whimper out from the abuse he was doing on your neck. “louder baby. let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel right now.” this was.. unnatural and it shouldn’t be happening but for some reason you didn’t want to stop. no. not at all.

“gonna get off on my thigh, hm doll? cum all in your shorts just from papa’s big thigh. bet you will.” sungchan licked up your neck as he forced your hips to ride his thigh faster and harder. “o-oh.. fuck!” your hands grabbed ahold of his thick biceps and you couldn’t help but to stare at them.. he was getting so much bigger and it only got you closer to the release you wanted and needed so badly. “just like that baby.” whines, gasps, whimpers, and cries left your red and swollen lips that sungchan kept attacking with his own. biting on them, sucking on them, even forcing your mouth open to spit—something he loved doing.

“c-cumming.. m cumming!” sungchan’s fingers reached underneath your shirt to place with your nipples as you came, knowing you enjoyed that the most and it would get you to cum again. your legs shook and you gripped his broad shoulders loving how big they felt in your hands, “so.. so big channie.” he was surprised you still had words left in you, kissing up your neck and biting down on the soft skin he had just left a mark on. “you like how big papa is baby?” and you nodded knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. “so big and strong..” he smirked. you were just the cutest boy on earth and he couldn’t stand it any longer. his arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you with ease as he stood from the bench—taking you to the showers with him and pressing your back against the cool tile, “how about you let papa fuck you against the wall just to show you how strong he is, how’s that sound doll?” eagerly nodding your head sungchan smiled and leaned in to press a few kisses against your lips knowing you both were in for a long night.

[luvyeni]

🥀 … ( headcanons ) perv anton ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 앤톤 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ roommates to lovers with perv anton headcannons ヾ

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request. any perv!anton drabbles pls 🙏🏻😓

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 been a while since i did perv!idol

before you guys get into a relationship…

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: assumed you were a boy , he was shocked to see a girl at his front door ﹚ .ᐟ

his hair covering his eyes , as he stared at you — you were barely clothed , boxes in front of you. “hello.” his eyes never leaving your chest. “im your new roommate.” he’s confused. “you’re a girl.” you look down at your chest where he was also looking then back at him. “so i’ve been told , now are you gonna let me in?”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: he doesn’t even wait until you’re fully settled for his perversions to start ﹚ .ᐟ

a barely shows you to your room before retreating back to his room , closing and locking his door. pulling his pants down , jerking off with the thought of your boobs on his mind , the thought of cumming all over them had him cumming quickly into his hand , the first time he’d ever came so much. “hey.” his post nut clarity hitting him as you knocked on the door , he couldn’t believe he did that , but that doesn’t stop him from doing again and again.

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: finds a pair of your underwear mixed into his clothes during wash day ﹚ .ᐟ

and instead of sitting them in your room , he takes them into his room , holding them to his nose as he gets off to sight of your body from when he got a glimpse of it when you left it slightly open when you were showing and he walked by. he still remembers how he stood in the door , jerking off to sight of your body , the soap dripping down the crevices of your bust. he came so much he made a mess on the door he had to clean it up without moving the door.

“sh-shit.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: eventually gets caught by you ﹚ .ᐟ

it’s not like you didn’t know though , you knew since the week you came , his innocent and shy face didn’t hide the pervert inside. there’s only so many pair of panties that go missing before you start to think you’re going crazy. “not to mention , that day you watched me in the shower , you left a mess on the door.” he’s embarrassed but he’s still stroking his cock. “if you wanted to fuck me you could’ve just asked , instead of stealing my panties , and you could’ve gave them back.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: spends the rest of that night allowing you fuck him dumb ﹚ .ᐟ

he can’t even count how many times he’s cum , all he could think about is you riding his cock , milking him for all his cum , his dirtiest fantasies coming to life that night. cumming all over your face , letting his milky thick cum spill down your chin , down to your titties , which makes him harder , it literally takes him like three hours before you had to tap out and even then he was still hard , and had to jerk off and even then he didn’t hide it , he laid right next to your naked cum covered body , stroking his cock.

“fu-fuck fuck i can’t stop cumming , im still so hard.”

after you get into a relationship his perversions don’t stop, in fact they get worse…

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: doesn't stop stealing your panties ﹚ .ᐟ

in his nasty head he’s like “she’s my girlfriend now so she won’t mind” you often find your panties covered in his cum , and he just smiles bashfully at you.

“sorry baby , i just got carried away, they just smelled like you and you know how i get when it comes to you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: is more touchy feely now that you’re all his ﹚ .ᐟ

having to move his hands off your ass constantly because he can’t stop touching it. “tonnie stop touching my ass please.” he doesn’t and you don’t even stop him after that, even when he stands behind you and rut against you like a horny dog.

“sh-shit let’s go back to the room.”

speaking of sex…

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: just gets nastier as your relationship progresses ﹚ .ᐟ

now that you’ve given him free reign of your body , he uses that to his advantage , bending you over any surfaces , pressing his hard cock against you. “fuck , you look so good right now.” I mean he’s hard all the time. “bend over baby , i just need to feel you.” pulling your pants down. “just the tip , fuck I promise.” but he never really means it , pushing fully into you , fucking you into the very surface he bent you over stuffing you full of his thick load.

“fuck that’s it just keep taking my cum…”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: loves somophillia ﹚ .ᐟ

this mixed with the verbal consent that you’ve given him to use you whenever he wants just makes him crazy , whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night horny and doesn’t want to wake you , he’ll just roll on his side and slide right inside your waiting cunt , fucking your sleeping body , not even bothering to pull out after cumming , you wake up with his cock still inside you… hard and ready to fuck again.

“got hard last night and I need you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : perv!anton who: after sex needs to be as close as he can ﹚ .ᐟ

his head on your bare chest , his thumb on your nipple just toying with it as he came down from his high , both of you completely fucked out , unable to move. “fuck i love you so much.”

yeah he’s gross , but he’s your gross boy…

©️LUVYENI

[muntitled]

omg hi pookie bear , hru ?

i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .

also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!

Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex

He wouldn't call himself obsessive.

That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.

Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps

"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.

"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.

He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."

Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.

At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"

His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"

An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.

"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.

"Oh... about that-"

"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"

"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"

Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"

"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."

Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.

Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.

He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.

In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.

He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...

to him.

"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.

Is this what you have both become?

Was he seriously being manipulated?

Was he...

Perhaps...

Being cheated on?

The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.

"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.

"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.

Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?

"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.

"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"

"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"

He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."

It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.

"Can I see?"

You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"

Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?

You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.

Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.

It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.

Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.

But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"

"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.

His protests fall on deaf ears.

You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.

"My movie is gonna start soon,"

His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.

"Skip it,"

"I'll call later okay?"

"Skip the movie."

"I love you,"

When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.

'Do you?'

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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"

"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.

"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"

"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.

"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.

Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.

"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.

"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.

"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"

He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...

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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.

Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.

Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.

The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.

"Oh look,"

Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.

"A dinosaur,"

Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.

His bed.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.

His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.

“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.

He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.

“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.

He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.

Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.

The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.

You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.

“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.

There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.

“I always keep my promises, Ant,”

His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.

“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.

“Oh God, Anton.”

“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.

When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.

“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.

“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.

You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.

“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”

“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”

Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.

“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.

“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”

Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”

The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.

The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.

Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.

“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”

Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.

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[lilbluustar]

hello! could you do anton as a boyfriend please 💗

hello anon! :) sorry for the delay, here it is<3

anton as a boyfriend

ᯓ he LOVES cuddles

after being together, he gets super affectionate. he not only hugs you, but strokes your hair, plays with your hands, or just kisses your knuckles as a silent way of saying “i love you.”

if you fall asleep on his chest, he smiles like a goofball, hugs you tighter and whispers things like "you are the cutest thing in the world" while he thinks you no longer hear him.

ᯓ he would sing softly to you when you are lying together

either after an intimate moment or simply because he loves your company. sometimes he'll whisper to you how pretty you look, even if your hair is tousled or your cheeks are flushed. “god, i love it when you look like this…”

ᯓ loves to be in constant contact

he touches you all the time, even unintentionally. sudden hand-holding, kisses on the cheek when you're not expecting it, long hugs when he misses you too much. He likes to feel you close.

if you're in bed, his leg brushes against yours, his hand gets tangled in your hair or fingers. if you are wearing his clothes after being together, he explodes with tenderness and desire at the same time. He sees you and pulls you by the waist only to hug you tightly.

ᯓ it hurts him to part from you

if he has to leave after being together, he makes a sad puppy face and hugs you tighter.

"five more minutes, please...” and ends up staying half an hour longer because he can't bear to leave you so quickly.

ᯓ would give himself completely

his love is unconditional. it doesn't matter if you're having a bad day, if you're upset or sad, he's always there for you, reminding you that you don't have to face it alone.

he becomes your best friend and life partner. he isn't only your boyfriend, he's the person you can count on for everything.

ᯓ he's the type of boyfriend who looks at you like you're his whole world.

even if he doesn't always say it in words, his look gives it away. when you laugh, when you talk excitedly about something you like, when you're just standing next to him... his eyes sparkle because he loves you.

ᯓ loves to make you feel special.

if you go on a date, he goes all out on the details: he picks out your favorite food, he plays the music you like in the car, he lends you his sweatshirt because he knows you love wearing his clothes.

if he notices that you like something-whether it's a song or a perfume, he'll go out of his way to get it for you.

ᯓ he says "i love you” at the most unexpected moments.

out of the blue, when you're distracted, he blurts out “you know i love you, right?” and leaves you with your heart beating fast.

ᯓ he's the type who sends messages before going to sleep and when he wakes up.

a “sleep well, my love” or “good morning, princess”, because he likes to remind you that he is always thinking of you.

ᯓ he's not controlling, but he's territorial.

he doesn't like it when someone else gets overconfident with you.

if he sees someone trying to flirt with you, he sticks closer to you. He hugs you, kisses you on the forehead or intertwines his fingers with yours, making it clear that you are his and he is yours.

ᯓ he doesn't like to argue, but he does make his feelings clear.

if something makes him uncomfortable, he will talk it over with you calmly because the last thing he wants to do is hurt you or make you feel bad.

ᯓ he loves to do things together.

from watching movies cuddling to cooking, going for a walk or just lying down with you to talk about life. any moment at your side is special to him.

ᯓ he always looks for ways to make you feel safe.

in his arms, in his words, in his actions… he wants you to know that with him you can be yourself without fear. for him, his priority is that you never doubt his love.

ᯓ he shows you off without saying it directly.

his friends know about you because he can't help but talk about how happy he is with you.

ᯓ he supports your dreams without hesitation.

if you want to travel, learn something new, change your look… he's the first to encourage you to do it.

ᯓ super affectionate in private.

while he may not be overly mushy in public, when you're alone he transforms. kisses on your forehead, plays with your hair, hugs you for no apparent reason… it's his way of telling you he loves you without words.

ᯓ his love shows in the smallest gestures.

he accompanies you home even if he has to make a detour, he stays up with you when you have insomnia, he worries if you don't answer him quickly because he wants to know you're okay.

in an intimate moments

ᯓ tells you words that take your breath away

Anton has a soft but deep voice, and when they are intimate, his tone becomes lower, more intimate, more enveloping.

Anton not only whispers sweet things, he also knows how to make you nervous with his words. he can tell you things like:

"do you like it when i do this?" in a low tone and with his breath on your skin.

“god, you drive me crazy...” when he kisses you with more intensity.

“watch me.” because he loves to see your reactions as he kisses you.

or simply say your name in a way that makes your heart race.

he also loves to hear your voice, the way you sigh or pronounce his name in those moments.

ᯓ the way he holds you

Anton knows exactly how to touch you to thrill you. his caresses can be gentle, running down your back, your waist, your arms… or they can become more intense when the passion rises.

he loves to hold you securely. he can take your face in his hands when he kisses you, grab your waist to pull you closer or slide his fingers down your neck slowly to make you sigh.

he loves to explore your skin with his lips. he leaves slow kisses on your neck, on your shoulder, everywhere he can send shivers down your spine.

ᯓ the foreplay

Anton doesn't always get straight to the point. he likes to make you wait, to play with slow kisses, to tease you with whispers, to let desire rise little by little. he likes to take his time, making sure you're both enjoying every second.

for him, it's all about connection. it's not just passion, it's showing you how much he loves you and making you feel like you're the only thing that matters in that moment.

sometimes, he stops a kiss just when he was about to deepen it, only to see you react and smile before kissing you again with more desire.

he can start out super tender and affectionate, but if the chemistry rises, his passionate side comes out.

he loves the moment to be special, but also full of emotion.

ᯓ kisses, kisses and kisses

kisses with anton would always start slow, enjoying every touch, every contact. sometimes, his way of kissing you is tender and sweet; other times, more demanding, more intense, as if he can't wait to feel you closer.

he loves playing with the rhythm, brushing your lips with his, biting gently, and then deepening the kiss, letting the gasping breath speak for you.

ᯓ aftercare.

after an intimate moment, anton becomes even more tender. he wraps his arms around you, strokes your hair, gives you little kisses on your forehead or cheek.

he likes to stay cuddled with you, listening to your quiet breathing, enjoying the closeness.

sometimes, he whispers an “i love you” before he falls asleep, or just holds you close because he hates the idea of letting go.

god, i think you can tell a little bit how much i love toni, don't you? i need him 😭

[chlorinecake]

Are we getting anymore Riize smut anytime soon 😓🙏🏽

✶ Time It | 18+ RIIZE IMAGINES 💭

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ how long would each riize member last … ?!

contains: SMUT, implied overstim or multiple rounds, hand jobs and oral (m. receiving), precise timings, fem!reader

Shotaro ⏱︎ Given his stamina as a dancer, I’d say he normally lasts pretty long on his own, but with you, it’d be harder for him to hold back, asking you to slow down whenever he’s close just to drag it out with edging. He’d be a blushing mess, too, screwing his eyes shut as he lets out those little groans you love, struggling to keep his thighs still before finishing just under thirteen minutes …

Eunseok ⏱︎ He’s prone to hide his sounds whenever he’s inside of you, wanting to focus more on your pretty whimpers as he fucks into you, or the sound of your juices squelching together. Though, you can tell just by looking at his darkened eyes and listening to the way he pants while talking dirty to you that he’s in a total haze, giving you a little over ten minutes for round one …

Sungchan ⏱︎ I first wanna mention how fun this guy would be in the bedroom, showing you in his facial expressions how much he’s enjoying it, and maybe even laughing a little before groaning all loud and shamelessly. Still, I can imagine he’s built up an endurance with you over time, oozing from his tip before giving you his full load at around fifteen minutes …

Wonbin ⏱︎ So needy… I can see him rutting his hips into your hand as you fist him, or stroking your hair out of the way so he could see your pretty face taking him, only to roll his eyes back while breathing all heavy. He’d try his best to hold back and make things last longer, but once he gets fully lost in your touch, he’d be moaning your name in an easy eight minutes …

Seunghan ⏱︎ Alright so with him, I feel like he'd really wanna impress you, knowing from personal research that it takes more time for a woman to get there. He'd spit on your cunt for additional slick first, and experiment with his thrusting speeds to maximize both your pleasure. I’d say he’d give you a sweet ten to fifteen minutes if he’s taking his time ...

Sohee ⏱︎ My cute baby... I honestly get the vibe that he's a relatable mix of extremely horny yet inexperienced, hiding his face out of shyness, but also because if he keeps looking at the way your fingers are wrapped around him, he might finish in a heartbeat </3 ... Stick with a moderate pace, and he’d get off in six minutes or so… but expect him to want more pretty soon ...

Anton ⏱︎ Don’t be fooled by his innocent and bashful demeanor, ‘cause this guy will actually surprise you. You’d try to be nice by starting off slow, but he’d be a moaning mess underneath you in seconds, clinging to your hips while practically begging you to go faster. You two would have to work up to more than one round because he’s sensitive, but he’d last a good seven minutes …

✶ taglist: [@squoxle, @nikisdubblchococake, and @pixiewoni, ty for the intentional/unintentional writing advice], @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @wonbinisbabygurl

✶ still working on a masterlist so bare with me 🙏

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

[xzinbdg]

riize reaction to "would you fight for me?"

pairing: riize x reader

author's note: hello!!! so i decided to add riize to my list of groups I write for!! requests for them are open (like for anything that I write for) and so I wrote a quick lil something! I hope u enjoy!! byebye! 💕

riize masterlist // main masterlist

[euseokz]

@ eunseok — if only you knew just how crazy you’re driving me . . cws : oral (f) . overstimulation . wc : 1.1k+ . genre : smut

FWB! EUNSEOK who keeps an almost professional relationship with you.

all you guys do is fuck, that’s it, that’s all he wants, and he has made it obvious since the beginning. he doesn’t want to catch feelings, much less for you to fall for him, so he keeps his distance, only hits you up when he wants your body, and only goes to you when you call him because you want his. he even has a “no kisses” policy, adamant that you two never share any pecks even, the rule applying to anywhere on your bodies, because that apparently only creates attachment.

surprisingly enough, you were alright with eunseok and his stupid set of demands. you did get something good out of it either way — a good fuck and way of destressing, that is — and it wasn’t like he was unbearable or anything, just a tad bit too careful maybe. it was fine though, his carefulness if anything helpful.

when you fucked, eunseok liked to have you laid on his bed, legs thrown over his arms so he could pin you in place while he pistoned his hips into yours, not even bothering with looking up at your eyes, only focused at the way your pussy sucked his cock so well. strands of his hair would fall over his face, sticking to his forehead with the thin layer of sweat that covered it, low groans slipping past his rosy lips while his fingers dug into your thighs almost harshly. eunseok fucked you well, made you feel so good you almost forgot who you were at some points. there was just something about the way he moved, how effortlessly good he looked, how fucking well his dick fitted into your pussy and how his tip always hit against the right spot inside you with every single one of his thrusts. he knew what he was doing, knew how to make you two feel good, and that was all that mattered you supposed, nothing more needed.

you always took whatever eunseok gave you, followed his lead and allowed him to do whatever he thought best. even on the rare occasion that he pulled you to his lap, giving you a fake sense of control by being the one on top of him, he still managed to be the one fucking you, either by planting his hands on your hips and moving you up and down his dick at whichever pace he thought best, or by holding you still in place and fucking up into you. it felt good either way, so you allowed it, letting your lids fall close as you moaned about how good it was, holding onto his wrists or placing your palms against eunseok’s flushed chest for support, immersing yourself in the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you so deliciously.

surprisingly enough, and maybe because there still was some weird kind of barrier between you two, even with how intimate you supposedly were, you never moaned eunseok’s name, and he never moaned yours, all your pretty sounds reserved to being either incoherent mewls or begs for more, no nicknames being exchanged either. neither of you had ever said that was a hard no, but you also never did it for some reason — until you did, and somehow that seemed to unlock something inside eunseok’s brain.

you had just gotten to eunseok’s apartment. it was a late friday night, and your week had been stressful to say the least. you wanted a way to relax, and eunseok knew that, your tired expression enough of a hint, so that was what he did, laying you down on his bed and undressing you silently, giving you one quick look before wrapping his arms around your upper thighs, spreading your legs so he could lay between them, his face near your pussy as he peeked his tongue out, it’s tip flicking almost experimentally over your clit. you hummed pleased, letting your shoulders finally fall down and closing your eyes, allowing yourself to immerse in the pleasure and simply rest back, moaning as you felt eunseok toy with the sensitive bud, licking it persistently but gently, applying just enough force to make arousal bubble in the pit of your stomach. it felt good, entirely too good, the way eunseok’s tongue kept on lapping at your clit, that was. eventually, the pink muscle drifted down and pressed into your hole, one of his fingers now circling the swollen bud instead, making you roll your eyes, you back arching ever so slightly as your fingers moved to hold strands of eunseok’s hair, pulling at them and bringing him closer to you, stuffing his face against your pussy. he only groaned, not protesting it at all, the fingers on his free hand digging harder into your inner thigh, pressing strongly against the plush flesh.

your moans were getting louder, your pleasure only increasing in magnitude, and before you knew it your high was starting to quickly build up, your orgasm hitting you hard, leaving your mind hazy with lust, and without even noticing it, amidst your loud moans, you whined eunseok’s name. it passed you by, but the same couldn’t be applied to the man between your legs, the way you professed his name making him tense up for a second before feeling his cock ache in his pants, looking up at your blissful face before deciding to continue. 

eunseok wrapped his arms tighter around your upper thighs, keeping you in place while placing both hands on your pussy, using is thumbs to spread your folds and going back to lapping at your clit, this time more desperately, closing his eyes and focusing only on your taste, on how you felt against him. soon enough you could feel yourself getting overstimulated, and it wasn’t like eunseok was ever one to push you like that, so you tugged at his hair, getting surprised when he didn’t budge, if anything only seeming more eager to keep doing what he was doing — so you let him, moaning louder, arching your back and letting the overwhelming pleasure take over you, your pleas for more getting more constant, and each time you subconsciously said eunseok’s name your second orgasm coincidently seemed to draw itself closer, until you were finally cumming again, your clit twitching against eunseok’s tongue as your high washed over you once more.

then, and only because he needed to catch his breath too, eunseok pulled back, unwrapping his arms from around you and leaning back, moving to sit in front of you.

“what was all of that about?” you asked, breathless, looking up at eunseok, noticing how his cheeks were tinted with a pretty pink tone, his lips rosy and shiny with a mix of your arousal and his own saliva.

“something about how you said my name, it drove me crazy” he replied while moving up to you, hands stopping on either side of your head while his face was mere inches away from yours. “i need you to do it again… say my name again while i fuck you”

[roxoxoxoxy]

Hi, can you pls do a fic or head canon of ex bf anton who misses reader ex?

Includes:- pathetic Anton kind of, open ended, mild angst? Very mild angst.

I don't know if you wanted them to get back together or not so I left it open ended, tysm for requesting <333

Many much typo, no much Grammer, I very dumb dumb

"Oh and there's this really good ramen place right around the corner, I remember going there and...blah blah blah blah"

Anton can practically feel his brain leaking out of his ears from boredom, he feels like an asshole thinking this but he really wishes he never agreed to go on this date. He tried to argue against the idea but after watching him mope around their house like a kicked puppy sungchan insisted he at least try to have some fun and forget about you. The problem is that, being on a date, he can't think of anything but you and how he wants you to be here instead of her.

There isn't anything wrong with her, the girl he's on a date with, she's pretty and seems nice. They both have a lot in common, at least on paper, but he just can't do this right now. She isn't you, and you're the only one he wants. He isn't sure when it happened, when he got so comfortable that you would never leave him that he let himself get carried away. Being an Idol is a taxing job with little free time and slowly he started loosing focus, spending his free time playing games or sleeping instead of trying to spend his time with you.

It's not like he didn't know it upset you, you were getting increasingly agitated at his lack of effort but....he just assumed you'd never leave. Life felt so whole and good with you that he forgot there was a time before you, that you could leave if you ever wished. So when you told him you both needed to talk he was as dismissive as ever, that was until you said you were ending things for good. Antons world shattered that day.

He's been walking around like a ghost for the past month, it's like a part of him is gone and he can't get it back. He wishes he had begged you to take him back that day, he was too prideful to do anything but accept it at the time but now all he wants to do is go back in time and promise he'll change, that he'll love you like you deserve. He feels like a fool, loosing the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Are you even listening?" Her voice snaps him out of his trance. He looks around, a bit embarrassed.

"uh....I'm...I'm sorry." Is all he can muster up to say, because he really is sorry for wasting her time like this. She just sighs, poking around at her food, looking annoyed. He doesn't say anything to make her feel better, eating his food in silence till the bill comes.

He sighs when he finally leaves the restaurant, sitting down on his car and sinking into his seat. He's miserable without you, up until this point he'd been hesitant to accept it but it's true. His life isn't the same without you in it.

He opens up his phone, scrolling through his contacts till he finds yours. 'Future wife (🤞🏻)' he thought the contact name was sweet at the time, especially since he was so sure you would be his future wife but now it just hurts to look at. He contemplates back and forth between calling you, it's pathetic, he thinks to himself, you've probably moved on and he'd just be making a fool out of himself, he just needs to move on and give it time. He calls anyway.

The phone seems to ring forever, it's only rung twice but it sure feels like eternity, his heart is beating out of his chest and he's immediately regretting his actions. What if you don't pick up? What if you do pick up? What's worse? If he cuts the call now you'll still get the notification, god be probably seems so desperate-

"...Anton?" he lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding when he hears your voice. Surely you care about him at least a little bit if you picked up.

"...Can we talk?.... please just hear me out, I love you, I'm so sorry"

If you guys have any ideas future fics, my ask box is open :3

[hangup119]

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twenty-nine. oikawa drip at the function

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SYNOPSIS. not everyone is good at playing obby’s on roblox, and you’re no exception to this rule: after a particularly nasty encounter with another player on roblox’s altitorture, you log into twitter only to find out that the very same player who publicly dunked on your gaming skills turns out to be anton lee, a well-known streamer who also happens to be a friend of a friend. fed up with his fans bombarding your dms with teasing remarks or jealous musings, you decide to end it once and for all by appearing on his next stream with a promise to get through an obby successfully. however, you realize that the only thing you’ll be successful at is falling for anton lee instead.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. no update tomorrow probably since i’ll be busy writing the written chapter 😿 sorry guys

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[chiiyuuvv]

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR NAME

• PAIRING — bf!riize x gn!reader

• GENRE — worried riize, seunghan is suggestive

• WORD COUNT — 482

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — request on wattpad

• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings , @cake1box

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

SHOTARO ☆

After sticking your tongue at you, shotaro decided that he had no choice but to tickle you

Has you on the floor, kicking your feet with a massive smile on his face

"T-taro.. SHOTARO" stops immediately

"Is everything alright? Was i going to far?"

You sticked your tongue at him again, so he just continued ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

You were having a bad day, so eunseok decided to buy you a plushie

"Eunseok!!" You would gasp as he turns around your chair, engulfing him in a big hug

"Do you like it?" He would whisper in your ear, his voice calm and deep as he rubbed circles on your back

Doesnt mind if you call him by his actual name, thats just your way of saying you really like it

And spoils you for the rest of the night ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Sungchans doing his regular 'ol teasing about how short you are

Its gotten to the point where you just ignore him, until he starts poking your shoulder

"hey short-" "sungchan. Im trying to watch my show."

"Oh.." thinks hes went to far, and starts pouting beside you

But you pull him into a hug, letting him know that youre just really anxious for when sofie was going to slap chad in the face ♡

WONBIN ☆

"Do you like it?" His arms were wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder as he puts a necklace on you

You gasp. "Wonbin.." and he lifts himself up

"W-was it bad?? I could get you a new one o-or"

You'd have to stop him. "I love it."

"Oh." He'd say with a shy smile, looking down and wrapping you in a hug ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

You guys were having your "loving" time

Seunghan holding you down on his lap as he starts to attack your neck with purplish bites

"Mm.. seunghan." He immediately stops, looking up at you with worried eyes

"Did i do something wrong? Did you not like it?" "Babe what are you talking about?" "You only call me hannie!!"

Then you'd have to explain that you like it, you really like it. "Oh." Then he continues ♡

SOHEE ☆

Sohee wouldnt wake up

"Hehe.. soso.. are you dead or something?"

You said his name, and he immediately shot up

"W-what happened? Am i late? Am i dreaming??"

You said his name again, shutting him up before cuddling with him ♡

ANTON ☆

You were in the bathroom when you shouted his name

Runs to you all worried and shocked because you never call him anton. Its usually babe or baby or ton or ant

"Baby are you okay?! Do you need pads or something?!" He figured you were on your period

"Do you think i could pass off as a dude?" You open the door revealing the makeup you used to show you mustache and beard

Takes a second to process before bursting out laughing "here, lemme help you." ♡

[tarosunshine]

ִ ۫ ⭒ WHEN THEY LIKES U ، ، 라이즈

𓈒 𝒢enre fluff angst ֢ no warnings . riize fem! reader ⸝⸝ ⌕ ﹙ archιvᥱs ﹚

— avoids you when he realizes that he likes you wonbin, anton, eunseok

— annoys you a little to see your reactions eunseok, sungchan, seunghan

— always makes eye contact shotaro, sungchan, eunseok

— gives you little glances when you aren't paying attention sohee, wonbin, anton

— embarrassed about everything sohee, anton

— gets quiet when you apears sohee, wonbin, anton

— acts a little too silly/clumsy around you (-10000 aura) shotaro, wonbin, sohee, eunseok

— rest his head on your shoulder seunghan, anton

— notice and remember the little things about you seunghan, shotaro, eunseok

— find any moment to make physical contact shotaro, anton, sungchan, seunghan

— shares his food with you sohee, eunseok

— smiles at you when you look at him eunseok, seunghan, sungchan, shotaro

— he's the flirty type seunghan, sungchan

— he's the sweetest guy when it's about you sohee, shotaro, sungchan, seunghan

— gets jealous when some other dude approaches you, but he can't do anything about it wonbin, eunseok, seunghan

— talks about you with his friends ot7

[i02dollia]

pairing. dom!anton with a dumb!boyfriend. .

warnings. anton is aggressive, mean and sweet all at the same time. finger sucking. gagging. he’s a huge perv. pet names (little boy, baby, sweetheart) smut.

anton would leave practice an hour early just so he could hit the gym before coming home to you and you didn’t mind—not at all. not when he started to bulk up and his strength increased, easily picking you up to fuck you against the cold wall. a small and pathetic squeak left your lips the second he walked through the door tossing his gym bag to the ground and making his way over to you—arm wrapping around your waist. “missed my little boy.” his voice was soft yet rough if that even made sense and it sent shivers down your spine, his head dipping lower to hide his face in the crook of your neck. the scent of his cologne and musk from working out made your head spin—you needed him. “t-toni.. missed you more” and a soft chuckle left his plump lips loving the way his nickname rolled off your tongue, it was sweet and made his cock twitch in his pants. anton grabs your chin, grip rough and ruthless as he forces you to look up at him. “you’re such a dumb baby, you know that? patiently waiting for me to get home to fuck your brains out. is that what you’re wanting now, hm? for toni to fuck your little ass open?” pathetic. that’s what you were and that was okay. all you could do was nod your head in a cute manner just the way anton liked it, his head tilted to the side—his large hand reaching up to your cheek rubbing the soft skin before slapping it as hard as he could. you whimpered from the contact but loved it regardless and quickly turned to look back at him again. “I know how much you like that.” anton smirks, guiding his fingers across your now red cheek and stopping once he got to your perfect lips, “open.” is all that was said and your lips quickly parted—allowing two of his fingers to enter your warm mouth. you sucked instantly knowing if you kept him waiting it was never a good outcome. “that’s a good boy. look at you.. being such a good little boy for me, your toni.” and you nodded your head like a dumb bitch in heat wanting more and more of whatever it was he would give you—force. anton gripped the back of your head and forced his two fingers down your throat just as he would do with his cock and you gagged. god he loved seeing you gag around his fingers, it was such a sight to see. “keep gagging around my fingers and I’ll make sure to fuck a baby in you. how’s that sound, hm sweetheart? sure you’d love that.” and you did. loved it so much. once his hand left the back of your head it slowly but surely reached your waist, pulling you in closer to his body until you felt the bulge in his pants. whimpering around his fingers he purposely pushed into your own bulge, “fuck.” anton’s lips parted and his breathing picked up as you continued to suck on his fingers, rubbing his clothed bulge against your own. your eyes rolled back and you pathetically cried against him as you grew closer and closer to the release you wanted so badly—“p-please toni..” begging once you pulled away from his fingers but he wasn’t having any of that. “I didn’t tell say you could stop sucking. are you fucking stupid? keep sucking like a good boy and I’ll let you cum.” and so you did, just so desperate to cum in your pants from the aggressive rubbing and the feeling of his large bulge—it was all too much for you.

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) not my problem ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 앤톤 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ anton tired of being cock blocked by his members  ヾ

boyfriend!anton・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎unprotected sex, having sex while on the phone‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wc ・ ‎0.9k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. thinking abt needy anton who keeps getting cockblocked by the other members then finally has enough 😭🤭 ..

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 enjoy love 🫶🏽🩷!!!

it's not like anton didn't like that you were friends with his friends; of course not, he met you through sohee — but it often came at a price; you two hardly got any privacy at the dorms. scratch that you didn't get any privacy at the dorms.

between them constantly just walking into his room , completely spoiling the mood; not to mention the teasing that followed right after by his older members… it's safe to say anton was tired of his members and although he loved them , he also loved getting his dick wet, but his members made sure that almost never happened.

what really did it in for him is when he realized he couldn't even escape it when he came over to your house. “baby.” he whined against your neck. “please , im so horny.” you two had not had any privacy for a while and anton felt like he was gonna burst in his pants. “fuck i need to be inside you before i die.” you chuckled at his neediness. “you're being dramatic ton.”

you weren't gonna lie , you needed him too; both of you were so busy , you were often forced to take care of each other over the phone while he was in a different country — but it wasn't like having him in person. “baby i can feel you.” he grinded his clothed cock against your heat. “fuck ton.” you mewled out , hands flying to his hair. “see you want it to.” he whispered in your ear. “when's the last time we actually fucked?”

you had no intentions of teasing him further. “take your shirt off.” he sat up , throwing his shirt off somewhere in the rush to get you outta your clothes. “can't wait to get inside you.” removing his pants, climbing back into bed with you. “gonna fill you up , nice and stuffed.”

you moaned as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds , legs twitching as his cock head kissed your clit. “fuck , keep your legs open.”

he was positioned at your hole , ready to feel your insides — when the imaginable happened… your phone rang. “fuck!” he yelled frustrated. “calm down , let me see who it is.” you reached for your phone , he was still hovered above you , cock desperate to be inside you. “well who is it?” he almost burst into flames when he saw who it was. “what the fuck could sohee want at this moment?

maybe he was thinking with his dick at the time , because he couldn't imagine himself saying what he said next. “answer it.” your eyes widened , surely your boyfriend lost his mind. “what no , i'll just call him back.” you said. “no he'll just keep calling , answer it."

“anton im not answering it— i said answer it.” his voice much deeper , shocking you , making you answer it almost immediately. “he-hey sohee.”

“took you long enough i could've been dieing.” he said. “im sorry was …” your mouth dropped open as you felt the stretch of your boyfriends cock. “you were what?” your friend said. “b-busy , i was busy.” you pushed at your boyfriend's waist trying to push him out of you, but he was much stronger , holding your waist down as he began to thrust inside you. “fuck keep talking.” he moaned. “was that anton? tell him i said hi.”

you tried to listen to your friend , but his yapping was completely overshadowed by the feeling of anton fucking into you vigorously. “yn you okay?” sohee asked. “you seem distracted.” you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan as antons cock kissed your cervix over and over. “fi-fine , just a long day.”

“you should make anton make you some dinner so you can relax.” you would've laughed at your boyfriend rolling his eyes , had he not sped up his movements fucking you with harsher thrust , you covered your mouth as his cock bullied your pussy. “fuck baby im about to cum.” he whispered. “hang up the phone.” he said. “hee i-i have to go.”

“hold on , im almost finished.” he said, continuing on with his story about something that happened to him — pissing your boyfriend off. “fuck it.” he sped up his pace. “fu-fuck sohee i really need to go.” you stuttered. “what are you even doing?” anton was quick to snatch the phone , still plowing into you. “what does it sound like?” he hit a particular spot making you moan loudly. “now she'll call you back when i'm done.” he hung up , tossing the phone. “fuck , fuck!” he cursed. “im gonna cum.”

your tits bouncing as he pounded into you. “fuck me ton , make me cum.” you moaned. “please make me cum.” he held one of your legs around his waist , the band in his stomach about to snap. “fuck!” you gasped. “fuck im cumming ton , im fucking cumming!” you screamed his name , the band finally snapping , both of you cumming at the same time , your juices coating his length as he filled you up. “fuck.”

“your phone has been blowing up for the past hour.” you said as your boyfriend sucked little marks into your neck post sex. “it's probably the groupchat.” and then it all came back to you , your blood running cold. “oh my god he probably told the entire group what you did.” he shrugged. “ton.” you boyfriend groaned , reaching over to turn his phone off. “now they know to leave me alone when im with you that's not my problem right now.”

“my problem right now is how many times i can make you cum before you pass out on me.”

©LUVYENI

[muntitled]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐑𝐢𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

★ ot7 x fem!reader

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Shotaro

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

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

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

Shotaro's smile is immovable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll just ask Sungchan-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Fuck- no, Daddy."

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

His face is expressionless.

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

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

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

"Fuck, Channie-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lilbluustar]

anton's toxic traits as a boyfriend

anton in general is a super sweet, attentive and loving boyfriend, but no one is perfect, right? that's why his toxic traits, are more subtle things, those that are not noticeable at first glance but can affect the relationship over time.

⊹ very perfectionistic (and that can affect himself and the relationship)

anton always wants to do his best in everything, but sometimes that makes him too self-demanding. if he feels he's not good enough for you or isn't meeting your expectations, he may overthink things too much and pull away a bit for no apparent reason.

it would be up to you to remind him that he doesn't have to be perfect, that you love him for who he is, and that you don't need grand gestures all the time to know how much he loves you.

⊹ proud in arguments

if there is a fight, anton is not one to yell or lose control, but he's proud. if he thinks he is right, he will have a hard time giving in and may lock himself into his point of view. he's not one to seek immediate reconciliation; sometimes, if he gets angry, he will prefer to walk away for a while before talking things out.

you may need to be the one to make him think things over or give him space until he is ready to talk.

⊹ has a hard time expressing what he really feels (and sometimes keeps it too much to himself)

anton is not the type to make drama or explode into fights. but when something bothers him, instead of saying it up front, he may hold it in until he explodes. he won't make a scene with you, but he will change his attitude, become more distant or cold, and when you ask him "what's wrong with you?" he'll say a simple "nothing."

but watch out, his look and body language will give him away completely.

⊹ silent but intense jealousy

anton is not one to make a fuss over jealousy, but it shows. if he sees that someone else is looking at you with too much interest, or if you're laughing too much with another guy, he'll keep quiet, but his expression will change. Maybe he'll clench his jaw or his hands will clench into fists without realizing it.

what's worse is that he's not going to say anything in the moment, but at night, when you're alone, that's when he'll ask you calmly and quietly, "you had a lot of fun with him, didn't you?" 😶

and if he feels the situation warrants it... that's when his possessive side comes out in intimacy and he wants to remind you who you belong to.

⊹ he’s too shy to clearly express what he feels.

he’s not the type to say "i love you" easily. he prefers to show it through actions, but sometimes you need to hear the words.

if you ask him "do you love me?", he gets nervous, looks away, and responds, "of course... i don’t have to say it, right?"

⊹ he’s not the best at communicating his emotions.

if something bothers him, he doesn’t say anything in the moment. he prefers to keep it to himself until he can’t hold it in anymore.

when he finally lets it out, it comes out awkwardly, as if he’s been rehearsing it in his head for weeks.

⊹ he can be too serious or expressionless at important moments.

you give him a special gift, and instead of a big reaction, he just says, "oh, thanks, i really like it."

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it; he just doesn’t know how to express excitement in an exaggerated way.

⊹ he’s so calm that sometimes it seems like he doesn’t care about anything.

it’s not that he doesn’t care about you, it’s just that he doesn’t react impulsively.

you could tell him something shocking, and his response would be, "mmm… that’s crazy," while he stays in his own world.

⊹ he has a very defined comfort zone and struggles to step out of it.

if you invite him to do something out of the ordinary, he’ll probably say, "i don’t know… it sounds complicated."

he doesn’t like sudden changes and prefers routine

⊹ he’s the type who prefers to show affection in private.

he doesn’t like PDA. he might hold your hand in the street, but if you try to kiss him, he’ll turn red and pull away.

at home, he’s the most affectionate boyfriend in the world, but in public, he’s reserved.

⊹ he’s the type who disappears into his own world.

sometimes, he’s so focused on his music, phone, or whatever he’s doing, that he doesn’t even notice when you talk to him.

you could be telling him something, and suddenly realize that he hasn’t even been listening.

⊹ when he really gets angry, he’s cold and distant.

he doesn’t yell or make a scene, but his indifference hurts more than any argument.

if he feels hurt, he withdraws and leaves you with the uncertainty of what he’s thinking.

⊹ he avoids eye contact when he’s nervous or uncomfortable.

if you confront him about something, instead of looking you in the eyes and talking about it, he acts distracted or changes the subject.

you might get upset and say, "anton, look at me when I’m talking to you," but he keeps looking at his phone or fiddling with his hands.

⊹ he’s the type who prefers listening over speaking.

he lets you vent for hours, but when you ask him what he thinks, he just says, "i don’t know, i guess you’re right."

sometimes it feels like the relationship is a monologue because he responds with short phrases and nods.

anton wouldn't be toxic on an extreme level, but he would have his little details that, if not handled well, could lead to problems. he would be that kind of boyfriend who is too nice, but when something touches him deep down, he brings out a side that no one would expect.

but his shyness, difficulty communicating his emotions, and tendency to disconnect from the world can sometimes make you feel a bit frustrated.

im dying (and ovulating) with that photoshoot🙃🙃🙃🙃

[fanbasetwo]

ꣀ꣒ ASKING RIIZE — HOW MANY KIDS THEY WANT? . . 리제 ☁︎

pairing, riize × afab reader . . . genre, scenario(s), fluff, reactions . . . word count, 190-240 each . . . [LIBRARY]

SHOTARO . . . ✦

The warm glow of amusement park lights flittered behind you as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and the faint smell of popcorn and candy still clung in the air. Shotaro kept stride with you, both of you laughing over something silly said on the Ferris wheel. It was perfect-till the shrill wail sliced the evening. There ahead, was a toddler on the blacktop, face crunched and red, crying as loud as the park's coasters. The parents, as frantic as ever, struggled to calm the storm. Shotaro stopped, cocking his head in curious amusement. “Damn,” he muttered, popping another mouthful of cotton candy into his mouth. “Kids are something else.” You had to swallow a chuckle at the shifting expressions on his face as he alternated between pity for the kids and mutely applauding the parents' endurance.

Boldly, you jabbed him with your shoulder. “So, just how many do you think you could handle?” Though it was a light statement, you felt the flutter of interest in your heart. Shotaro raised an eyebrow and looked from the wailing child to the now-defeated pair of parents. After a calculated pause, he pointed at the scene, as if he were investigating a crime. “After that show?” He shook his head and shivered with distaste. “Definitely one. Maximum.” You burst into a fit of laughter; big, uncontrollable laughter that sent waves of pain into your tear ducts. “What? One? You are a brave soul!” you teased, leaning against him as he walked, both of you light and putting that laughter behind you.

EUNSEOK . . . ✦

“Stop staring,” sighed Eunseok, blush creeping up his arms as he arrogantly crossed them over his bare chest before finally looking at you. You remained transfixed on his warm skin, one hand upon it and your eyes tracing the defined contours of his body like an artist appreciating their artistic masterpiece. He squirmed in discomfort under your gaze and tried—but failed—to look annoyed. “Really?” he asked. “Do you really want to look at me like that?” You smiled mischievously, tilting your head to the side. “I can't help it. You're a distraction.” Eunseok opened his mouth, ready to respond, but you forestalled him by making a bold declaration. “I can't wait to have babies with you.”

Eunseok's eyes widened, a surprised cough coming out of him. “B-babies? Right now? Why are we talking about that?” . . . “Why not?” You winked, shrugging it off. “How many do you think you want?” He kept his eyes narrowed, the corner of his lips twitching, clearly choosing to reverse the question. “How many do you want?” You arched an eyebrow. “I asked first.” His lips stretched into a coy smirk as he relented. He slipped one arm around your waist and pulled you into his arms, the heat of his body sending chills through you. “Three” he murmured teasingly just above a whisper. He moved closer. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “But now we have to work for it.”

SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

Your head rested gently on Sungchan’s lap as the relaxed light of the TV illuminated his expression on the news. His long fingers ran over your hair in an idle caress, but he paid little attention, one hand holding a half-eaten chip poised between his lips. “Baby?” you called softly, breaking the silence. “Hmm?” he hummed, absentmindedly chewing. You hesitated, but a playful smile appeared on your face before you asked, “How many kids do you want?” That question was surely like a curve ball. Sungchan was choked, seated backward as he hastily pulled his drink to his mouth. A few awkward little coughs preceded a moment of silence during which he averted his gaze aimlessly, towards the TV just to look casual.

“Uh...” he started, his ears slightly red. “Honestly?If you are their mom... I think I can deal with three troublemakers.” You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking into amusement as you cocked your head back to regard him. “Three? Sounds like far too much trouble.” He looked down at you, his lips curling in a boyish grin around his most recently commandeered chip. “Yeah?” he drawled. “Don't worry, I'll be there to help. But if that's still too much trouble...” He hesitated, his gaze softening before he continued, “Two should be okay--but only if it's with you.” Your heart raced, warm laughter escaping your lips. “Smooth.”

WONBIN . . . ✦

“Wonbin. Wonbin. Wonbin. Wonbin.” You repeated his name like a mantra, pressing soft, rapid-fire kisses to his cheeks. His brows were furrowed, lips in a stubborn pout, but you could see the cracks forming in his resolve. This was your apology—a clumsy but heartfelt attempt to fix the mess you’d made. After all, you’d let jealousy get the better of you and accused him unfairly, making him feel like he didn’t matter to you. And now? Now you were desperate to make it right. He let out an exasperated sigh, still refusing to meet your eyes. His silence felt heavier than it should, and it made your heart ache. So, you tried the only thing you thought could soften him.

“How many kids do you want?” you asked, your tone gentle but tinged with hope. That caught his attention. His eyes widened, and he blinked at you as if you’d just suggested you run away together. “What?” he asked, clearly caught off guard. You bit your lip, shifting closer. “How many kids do you want? With me?” For a moment, he just stared, the remnants of his irritation fading away as he registered your words. Though he’d always sworn kids weren’t his thing, the thought of little versions of you two made him smile—just a little. “Two,” he finally said, his voice soft but sure.

SEUNGHAN . . . ✦

“Seunghan,” you nudged him gently, watching as his gaze remained fixed on his niece, who was playing with her dolls a few feet away. His soft smile made your heart ache in the best way. You knew it was the perfect moment to ask the question that had been swirling in your mind for months. “How many kids do you want?” He didn’t look startled, not even a little. Of course he wouldn’t be—this was Seunghan, after all. The two of you had already talked about everything from shared bank accounts to paint colors for your dream home. He simply turned his head toward you, his expression thoughtful as he looked back at his niece. It was as if he was imagining a little one of your own—a blend of you and him, running around and filling your future with joy.

Finally, his lips curved into a shy smile, and he whipped his head back toward you. “three…?” he said tentatively, his tone laced with both excitement and hesitation. “Would that be too much?” You laughed softly, touched by the way he valued your opinion. “I guess that depends on how stable we are in the future. But sure, three sounds good.” Before you could tease him further, Seunghan leaned forward, lips aimed for a kiss. You quickly dodged, pointing toward his niece as a reminder that she was still watching. She tilted her head, utterly baffled by the interaction, while the two of you burst into laughter, the warmth between you unspoken yet undeniable.

SOHEE . . . ✦

Sohee’s head snapped to the side, his cheeks glowing a rosy pink, as he overheard your conversation with a friend on the phone. You were casually chatting about wanting kids in the future—pretty normal stuff. But to him? It was anything but normal. His heart raced, and his shyness bloomed like wildfire. When you noticed his flustered state, you raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin. Ending the call with a quick excuse, you turned to him, unable to hold back your laughter. “Stop laughing,” Sohee grumbled, grabbing a nearby pillow and tossing it in your direction. It landed squarely on your face, earning a surprised yelp from you. Rubbing your nose where it hit, you chuckled even harder. “How can I stop when my boyfriend gets this shy... just at baby talk?” you teased, your tone light and playful.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands to hide the growing blush. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but his pout only made him cuter. Deciding to push him further, you leaned forward, smirking. “Alright then, Mr. Lee. How many kids do you want?” He peeked at you through his fingers, raising an eyebrow as if trying to gauge if you were serious. When he realized you were, he sighed, brushing at his reddened cheeks. “Umm… one?” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. You grinned, walking up to him and planting a soft peck on his lips. “Good choice, Mr. Lee,” you whispered against his skin, your smile infectious. His shyness only deepened, but the small smile tugging at his lips told you he didn’t mind one bit.

ANTON . . . ✦

You were sprawled across Anton’s chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear as Squid Game season two played on the TV. He was fully engrossed, his eyes fixed on the screen, while you, having already watched it, found more entertainment in teasing him. “Come on, you can watch it later,” you whined, pressing a kiss to his neck. When that earned only a distracted hum, you tried again, a sly grin on your lips. “Baby... if you don’t pay attention to me, I’ll spoil what happens next.” That got his attention—a sharp glare that made you laugh, but still, he didn’t budge. You sighed dramatically, as if you were truly suffering, before trying a different tactic.

“Okay then, dummy,” you began, your tone playful, “how many kids do you want?” That did it. His focus snapped to you, brow quirking at your seemingly random question. “What an odd thing to ask while I’m watching a show,” he muttered. But then his lips softened, and without hesitation, he added, “One.” Your heart skipped at the ease of his answer. He’d clearly thought about it before, the way he said it so certain, so natural. You lightly smacked his chest, burying your face into him to hide your grin. Even if his eyes drifted back to the screen, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. And when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, it felt like his way of saying, I’ve imagined our future too.

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