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mphountitled · 5 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

▪︎ Pairings: Anton x Fem!Reader | Sungchan x Fem!Reader

▪︎ Synopsis: Using the Campus weirdo to get back at your boyfriend probably wasn't the best idea.

▪︎ Warnings: Language, ToxicRelationship, Possessiveness, Obsession, Cheating, Under the table shenanigans, Smut (+18) Minors Dni, Dub/CON, Dark Fic, Rough Sex, Perv!Anton, Degradation Kink, Slight!Incel!Anton, Madonna/Whore Complex, Slapping, Grinding, Premature Ejaculation, Ownership Kink, Please proceed with caution

A/N: One moment I'm listening to 'Riot' by Summer Walker, and the next, this exists. Hell is empty.

Playlist when writing

Two things occur when Anton finds himself stealing intermittent glances at you over the black rims of his glasses. He realises that one: You are squirming in your seat, not from discomfort because of the October chill drifting to the lecture hall, but because he is doing something to you.

Anton holds his breath as he leans slightly back in his seat, delving deeper into the shadowy corner of the room as he steals a gaze down at his neighboring seat, more specifically, your lap under the desk.

Anton’s breath fumbles when he notices a hand, that clearly did not belong to you, being suffocated by your soft and exposed thighs. Sungchan, who sat on the opposite side of you, remained utterly unfazed while you continued your squirming.

The rest of the student body seem completely... oblivious to the lechery happening right under their noses. Even Anton begins to doubt his own existence. Whether he really hears the sweet and soft "Fuck," that escapes your lips in a small moan.

Is Anton truly that invisible that you and Sungchan just did not give a fuck about the fact that he was seated on the other side of you?

Whatever the case may, or may not be, Anton finds himself unable to think of anything outside of feigning nonchalance while he tried to steal sideways glances as your boyfriend fucking wrecking you in the middle of a lesson.

Anton had only his imagination and the pretty noises that escapes your lips intermittently as material.

"Please,"

His ears peak up at the sound, and Anton's fists curl in his lap at the desperation peppered in your voice. In his periphery, your head is craned up at Sungchan on the other side of you. Anton pictures your eyes wide with as you made a mess all over Sungchan's fingers.

You're pressing up against your boyfriend's side, your pretty little whining and whimpering being drowned out by the Professor's presentation.

"Please," you breathe softly, "I'll be good next time, I promise-"

Anton can not possibly hear what Sungchan has to say from this distance, but it succeeds in pushing your hips forward under the desk.

Anton not only feels the incredible need to cum in his sweats... untouched, but he also feels red hot anger at Sungchan for denying you something you clearly wanted so badly. Anton immediately thinks that if you were his, he would never purposely punish you like this.

If he ever had to punish you, it would be because you deserved it and it would be fair. He could never keep you from cumming because he craves to see you break for him.

Anton is compelled by his fury to push his own hand under the desk until he's rubbing his hard-on with 3 quick swipes before he stops, in fear of actually cumming in his pants in class. Poor Anton was left to shift uncomfortably in his seat until the end of a lesson.

Meanwhile you were sharing your sweet nothings with Sungchan- the endlessly charming, endlessly talented golden boy athlete. There was no reward at the end of your denial, however.

He watched you two part with a kiss, Sungchan dragging you in by the small of your hip while your arms splayed over his bowed neck. The excitement at having you away from your boyfriend brings him to his second realisation: he is following you, quite aimlessly, to the east side of campus.

This is a shadowy, forgotten place buried under a perpetual blanket of dew and autumn leaves. A place for illicit affairs to blossom under the awning of the campus willow tree. A place of open captivity for couples to safely act out their public sex fantasies by rolling around in tall grass surrounding the lake. Anton, evidently, has no business following you here. His fist clenches at his sides as that nauseating, fucking annoying feeling begins to simmer in his lower abdomen. A feeling beyond the lust that he always felt when your body was near. A more complicated, less simple feeling: strong unchallenged longing.

You encapsulate everything he has come to abhor about Academia. The modesty that befalls your bowed head when the professor praise you. The grace with which you accept your criticism and grammatical errors, nodding slowly to the feedback from your professor while clenching your Lit essay like a bomb on the verge of detonating. He hated how easily it all seemed to come to you… how quietly you moved through the academic year, haunting the mahogany hallways like an apparition of constant ennui.

He cannot find any valid excuse for this atomic interest in you, although Anton finds himself quite comfortable chalking it all up to boredom. All his papers that are due have been handed in and the papers that are not due are quickly approaching the same fate. There is nothing left for him to do, besides stand behind the willow tree and watch.

You stop at the banks of the horseshoe lake. He watches, again in vexing interest as you peer down at your phone before your shoulders deflate infinitesimally and you're discarding your phone to dry, brown grass.

It is not difficult to guess that not all was well within your relationship. You were everything Anton could ever need, but his roommate was a different case. Sungchan had a wandering eye.

Anton may not be very athletic but his ocular muscles work just fine, thank you very much.

Soon, you're kicking off your shiny horsebit loafers and undoing the sideways buttons of your pleated skirt. You're quite literally undressing in front of him, letting every piece of invasive clothing fall into the tall grass like the Venus painting by Boticelli… or was it Picasso?

Anton doesn't really care because you're naked now, and you don't know he's there. To any outsider, you're nothing special. You have a perfectly average body tied to a perfectly average girl… but why pray tell, is his cock stirring in the confines of his pants?

Guilt is not a thing Anton feels when he pushes his hands into his pants with his back pressed to the tree.

“Fuck-” He whispers, eyes zeroing in on the swell of your breasts.

He briefly entertains the fantasy of bending you over and fucking you from behind on the dry banks of the stranded lake but even that proves to be too much. Soon, he's emptying himself into his hand and you haven't even taken your panties off yet.

So clouded, is his mind by vast, episodic thoughts of fucking you and hurting you and making you scream, that your voice, now significantly closer, has him gasping and opening his previously clenched eyes. He shifts those wide eyes from the banks of the river, where you initially were, to where you now stand a few footsteps apart. Still naked, although your arms are crossed in front of your ample chest.

"How long have you been standing here?" The question is devoid of any hysteria, Anton notes. This eases him significantly until he's monotonously and honestly responding.

"Since you arrived."

"You followed me here?" The first sliver of emotion creeps into your voice, but Anton's eyes lower to your ample chest. With your arms still crossed, your nipples are mushed against them, revealing only a sliver of your areola, which is enough to have him hissing infinitesimally as he rolls his head back.

"Did you even hear what I said?" You ask, having yet to unfold your arms. Anton only shakes his head as his tortured eyes zero in on those pretty fucking tits once more. It's like you were teasing him unknowingly and it made his cock ache in a viscious amalgamation of pain and pleasure.

"I could call the cops," you hiss, still standing naked in front of him, "I should call the cops,"

"Are you telling me or asking me?" He grits out too through his teeth, "Either way you're not gonna be able to cum until that boyfriend of yours let's you."

You freeze then, and he knows he has you. Finding a window of opportunity in your uncertainty, Anton begins to prowl closer. Your alarm bells are ringing loud in your ears, but your feet are planted firmly in the soil as you crane your neck back. His shadow descends as he towers over you. Not taller than Sungchan, but still so incredibly tall.

While Sungchan wore his intimidation on his sleeve, it presented itself very differently in Anton. It sleeps. It sneaks up on you. It draws you in. Up until this very moment, Anton had been nothing but a non-threatning face in your Psych lecture. But you're looking up at him now with stark and raw fear coursing through your veins.

"I know," he says, in a light, almost effeminate voice. "I saw you."

Anton brings a large hand up to push down on your arms until they were swinging to your sides as he casually, almost hypnotically adds, "You're a slut, aren't you?"

You're not sure if you're nodding because his other hand is on the side of your head, fingers splaying over your entire profile. "A fucking pretty little slut," He nods to himself, black eyes glassy, "That's all you are-"

"Fuck," you squeak out, and the sound brings Anton immediately back to the events not so long ago. If his eyes could get blacker, they most certainly would.

"I knew it," he whispers before bending his tall frame down to attack you in a sloppy, ravishing kiss. Anton is pushing you against the tree the very same time his tongue forces itself into your mouth. It is invasive, and rough and he clearly gets off on meshing your tongues together because he's grinding his hard length against your thigh.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you now," He exclaims, the loudest you've ever heard him as he trues to catch his voice. "You want me to fuck you. You want me to fuck you so bad, yeah?"

You're equal parts not present because of the brash turn of events. While your mind races for solutions as to how the fuck you got here, you're immediately brought back by a harsh, stinging slap.

Pain blossoms on the side of your cheek as your hands fly to cradle it.

"Answer me." He says calmly, as if his giant hand hadn't been used to cause actual harm across your face. Despite the tears instincively welling in your eyes from the impact, you don't find yourself put off. In fact, you don't find yourself pulling away from Anton at all.

"I want you to fuck me, Anton," you say carefully, never taking your eyes off him. Big doe eyes stare up at Anton until his resolves melt in a puddle, "I need your cock inside of me-"

"Fuck- oh God," he's whimpering before crowidng you against the tree. He's lifting your leg to hook onto his hips as sloppily draws his cock out of his sweats. The surprise you felt at yourself for being so willing, bled into shock as you stared down at Anton's hand stroking his cock. More specifically, the sheer size of it.

"You expect that to fit inside me?" You ask, only causing his cock to twitch in his hand. Anton brings another hand up to your neck, effectively pinning you against the tree as he says, "There's no getting out of this now," before he's forcing the swollen head of his cock into your weeping hole.

"Anton!- fuck!" His hips are already relentless as he fights to push himself all the way in with horny, shallow thrusts.

"All of it," he whimpers through clenched teeth, "I know you can take all of it, you fucking slut," his words have you moaning into the quiet air as a wave of wetness soaks his cock, effectively allowing him to slide all the way in. Anton is in complete shock as he watches his dick disappear inside of you. His ears perk at the pretty noises leaving your open mouth with every rough, thrust. He's rutting against you, his pelvis brushing over your clit and letting you see absolute stars.

"Mine," he whispers, "You're mine, aren't you?"

Completey aware that Anton could and would hurt you again if you refused to answer him, you pried your lips open, letting your affirmations wash over him like holy water. "Yours- fuck- ah! I'm yours, Ant-"

"Oh-fuck," he doesn't know if it's the sound of the nickname leaving your lips so naturally or the way you're clenching around him that has Anton spilling inside of you. Full. Your pussy is completely and utterly full of a steady stream of cum, that seems unending. The sensation allows you to slip into your own orgasm, made strikingly more powerful from your earlier denial and current satisfaction. You see stars and Anton only sees you, his beautiful girl that he got to please under a willow tree.

"F-Fuck," you exhale, still recovering from visious aftershocks.

"We didn't use a condom," his voice is back to being light, and airy fairy.

"Sorry?" You say.

"We didn't use a condom."

You look down at yourself at the cum seeping down your throat. Anton is still inside you, seemingly not wanting to move away even an inch. "Oh," you say, "Yeah."

"Does this mean you'll get pregnant?" The Innocence in his voice cannot mask the Pandora's box threatening under the surface. He's looking down at you with Bambi eyes. Eyes that shift and shape.

What have you done?

He doesn't love you and you're s lut for him

You'd rather I be a slut for you

Fuck-

He cannot help it, he slaps himself like an idiot in that moment

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pcheyes · 3 months

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the music god from your pre calculus class

pairing: anton x fem reader

genre: fluff, strangers to friends ??

warnings: none

synopsis: the person who sits in your seat before you always puts music recommendations in the calculator, and you’re dying to know who it is

word count: 638

song suggestions: somethin stupid-frank sinatra

you walked into your pre calculus class and sat down. immediately you notice the calculator.

it isnt a fancy calculator, its just a school provided one, with a creepy eye drawing in the back. but everyday someone in the class before you types a song recommendation.

COME THRU-H.E.R.

everyday you try and get to class early to find the elusive person with the really good music taste, but you never catch them. you ask around for who sits there but they all laugh and walk away. you pull out your phone and go to spotify to add yet another song to your playlist called “randos music recommendations”. the playlist ranged from rnb, classical, jazz, to kpop. you continue the class trying to take notes but your mind wanders so you listen to his song from yesterday

FEATHER-SABRINA CARPENTER

‘who’s this person who leaves these songs?’

‘are they hot?’

‘what if im hallucinating all these songs?’

the bell rings and you walk to your next class, listening to the new song.

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡

today you were determined.

and you had a plan

you would fake sick to get a pass to the nurses office before your calculus class, and you would creep towards the room and look in to see who sits there. the time came to fake cramps to go to the nurses office and when you did you made a beeline to the calculus class. theres a window peaking into the class so you decided to watch from there. you scope the classroom to find your seat and the mysterious music god who blesses you every day.

and when you do.

oh god you almost slipped from the stool you were standing on because he was beautiful. he had his headphones on and was working on the problem. the class period was ending so he started typing his song recommendation for the day. his friends came over and started talking to him.

“dude are you ever gonna face her? these song thingies were sweet at first but its getting sad. you always relace your shoes and stretch so you can get out before she comes. i’ve been saying i dont know you for a solid week now” his friend said as he scoffed “sohee what the heck!” the headphone boy said (you had named him that once you saw his headphones) “what ever. i need a headstart, i think i heard her friends say shes sprinting to calc today. i cant take any chances.” he starts stretching and relacing his shoes. the bell rings and he runs out the class. you grab your bag and run after him. he ends off at the orchestra hall and you yank him by his backpack. he yelps and locks eyes with you.

“i finally found you, you music god!” you say out of breath.

he laughs “oh goody!”

“dude who the hell says oh goody”

“sorry” he says. “look i’m late for my orchestra practice so could you just uh, god you’re really pretty, look at the calculator and call it a day”

you pull out a market and motion for him to stick out his forearm. he gives it to you and you write your number on his forearm.

“make sure to send all your song recommendations to me. my ears are blessed after your beautiful songs or something.” his cheeks turn a deep scarlet. “oh uh yeah sure sure i’ll send it to you totally.” you nod and start walking away. suddenly he shouts after you “your hair looks really pretty today! not that it doesnt look pretty every day, i just like the slick back in the front, with the little curls in the front. it frames your face really well. makes you look extra beautiful.” you smile back at him.

“thanks music boy”

authors note: we need to bring back loser anton, he hasnt been his loser self since love 119. but i actually do this everyday in maths class and someone caught me leaving the class late and screamed “ITS THE MUSIC GIRL !!” but thanks to @chlorinecake and @kairoot for the songs !!

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euseokz · 2 months

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@ sohee & anton — you’re always such a good girl, wouldn’t you want to show it to others ? . cws : threesome . oral (f + m) . praising . double penetration . anal . use of nicknames (good girl) . creampie . wc : 1.3k+ . genre : smut

BOYFRIEND! SOHEE who couldn’t stop himself from wanting to show BEST-FRIEND! ANTON just how good you were to him.

you were such a good girl for your boyfriend. you’d spread your legs for him, nails digging into his shoulder as he sank his cock into you, letting him set the pace all while you took it while looking oh so pretty, mewling his name softly, whimpering needily when he told you how cute your pussy looked swallowing his dick. you were just so good for sohee, he wanted to show it to someone else, to prove how good you felt, how beautiful you looked all filled up and when being turned into a mumbling mess of pleas for more — and anton was his choice, because he knew you liked him, you two were pretty close after all, and maybe having his girlfriend’s best-friend fuck her was the best option, simply because he trusted anton wouldn’t ignore any barriers either of you put up.

so that’s how you found yourself in that position, your head resting against sohee’s chest, your top pulled up and your bra stretched down so your boyfriend could grope your breasts while his entire front pressed against your back. his eyes were fixated between your legs, where anton’s arms laced around the the higher part of your thighs as he lapped at your cunt, his tongue flicking over your clit and then pushing into your hole, the tip of his nose getting wet with your arousal as it bumped against the sensitive bud. you looked so pretty like that, behaving so well for another man, sohee thought that was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever laid eyes on. he loved how your legs trembled, one of your hands gripping the sheets beneath you while the other held onto sohee’s wrist, your lips going from being parted to you having the bottom one sucked between your teeth, the soft flesh already bitten red.

just from the way your body tensed up, and how much whinier your moans were getting, sohee knew he was close, so he told just that to anton, told him to keep going because you were about to cum all over his tongue — and as if that served as some sort of motivation, anton started going faster, being more diligent in the way he started to suck at your clit, licking and kissing and doing just about anything to stimulate you until you were finally reaching your high, moaning extra loud, letting out small pleas for anton to slow down when he kept going for a second too long, getting lost in how good your pussy tasted.

after that, they allowed you to calm down, letting you catch your breath before guiding you into the next position — your head now buried between sohee’s legs with his cock down your throat, while anton fucked you from behind, his dick pushing into your pussy and stretching you out slowly.

they were both so gentle with you, constantly praising you, telling you how beautiful you looked, how good you were doing, how proud they were of their good girl for being able to handle two big cocks so well. neither of them could shut up, sometimes even talking over each other because they simply couldn’t help it, the way you felt wrapped around them was too good. amidst it all, you felt your insides twist in pure pleasure. anton’s length felt so good pushing in and out of you, and the way sohee’s dick pulsed inside your mouth and started leaving a slight salty taste on your tongue was making you almost burst with arousal.

eventually though, you all began to get impatient. your mouth felt so good, but sohee wanted more, starting to guide your head up and down his length gently, asking you to let him fuck your mouth, that he promised to reward you, all while anton’s thrusts began getting sloppier, the way your walls clenched around him being too much. they were both so close, but they wanted to try one last thing, so after one shared look, both sohee and anton pulled out of you, leaving you confused and looking at them with a wondering expression.

“you’re our good girl, right? you’ll trust us on this one, won’t you?” sohee asked, eyes locked on yours as anton laid down by your side, your boyfriend helping you get on top of your best-friend, his hands guiding you gently. you nodded at him, following their lead, simply moaning softly when anton slipped his dick back into your pussy, the next moan that escaped your lips more surprise filled when you felt sohee’s thumb circle around your other hole, a thick glob of saliva falling past his lips on it while anton started lazily rocking his hips up into you, just fast enough to try to help you relax a bit — which you did, wincing a bit when sohee pushed a finger into you and started thrusting it, but by the time he added the second one already being more relaxed, the sting you felt when he eventually swapped his digits for his cock bothersome but something you were able to ignore with how they tried to pull your attention elsewhere with their touch.

anton was still pushing his dick in and out of your pussy as calmly as he could, his hand grabbing yours and kissing your knuckles while looking up into your eyes, telling you how good you were doing. sohee on the other hand was kissing down your shoulder blades, his hands resting on either side of your waist as he slowly inched his cock deeper into your ass, taking as much time as he could, not wanting to hurt you. it took a while, but eventually he was able to bottom out completely, and the feeling of both their dicks stuffed in both your holes was enough to turn your brain into a fuzzy mess of pure lust, absolutely lost in the feeling of being completely full for the first time.

their thrusts started out slow, every single one accompanied by either a new praise or a kiss in a different place. they were being so patient with you, wanting you to take your time, pressing you close to both of them so you were truly sandwiched between the two men, your chest flush against anton’s and your back glued to sohee’s front. it was so intimate, how they allowed themselves to start going a bit faster, still looking out for your body cues so as to not hurt you, fucking you in a pace that would make it so you always had at least one cock filling you up to the brim. you asked yourself if they had planned this, coming to the conclusion they must have or else they couldn’t just miraculously be so in synch, able to have one of them always pecking your skin while the other whispered sweet nothings to you, making sure you knew how much they appreciated you, how grateful they were you let them do this with you.

eventually, and almost all at the same time, you reached your orgasm, both of them shooting their cum inside you, painting your insides white, leaving you feeling all fuzzy inside, also reaching your orgasm in the midst of that feeling.

it all felt so good your brain almost stopped functioning, so you allowed them to continue taking care of you, cleaning you up carefully, keeping up the affection, not daring to stop it even for a second, continuing to treasure you even as you all were washed up and laying in bed, your head resting against sohee’s shoulder and your back against anton’s chest, all of your limbs intertwined as your finally got some proper rest.

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pinkgibbon · 22 days

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anton chigurh goes to stardew valley

#every1 in the notes asking me why I made this 🙄 art isn’t about why! it’s about why not! why don’t you marry safe art if you love it so much #i got a better shirt for him eventually but i dont have a pic of it #roleplaying as him was the only way i was finally able to bring myself to do joja route #no country for old men #stardew valley #i like to think of him as being magically stuck there for an indeterminate amount of time and trying to survive w/o murdering the whole tow #anton chigurh #marnie stardew valley #i better not see ANY marnie slander!!!#how do u tag them #stardew valley marnie #sdv marnie #morris stardew valley #sdv morris #stardew valley morris #i was not gonna romance anyone obviously but i really enjoyed drawing that pic of him w morris so i got the marry morris mod and it is so #goddamn funny. just the idea of. anton chigurh x morris. me and friends r having the time of our life with it. i even made fanart.#which i may post later if i feel like it #my art #fanart #ncfom

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luvyeni · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PUTTING THEM ON A SEX BAN — RIIZE ꒱

— cw. mentions of: sex , masturbation

request: sex ban with riize please 😊?

authors note. i hope you like it 💕!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

#riize smut #riize x imagine #riize x reader #riize x you #riize imagines #riize headcanons #riize fake texts #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours #riize sungchan #riize wonbin #riize anton #riize seunghan #riize eunseok #riize shotaro #riize sohee #riize scenarios

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aeryshiny · 3 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა riize reactions when you asks them "ass or boobs" ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#riize #riize smut #riize texts #riize x reader #riize x you #riize imagines #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #sungchan smut #wonbin smut #seunghan smut #sohee smut #anton smut #kpop smut #aeryshiny

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tarosunshine · 3 months

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ʚ INTERRUPTED

genre fluff 𖹭 warning none ﹗ pairing boyfriend OT7 x fem reader

— You interrupt him with a kiss.

─── SHOTARO 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Your boyfriend was talking about how he had added a new step to his choreography. His expressions were pure joy and passion for it. His hands were moving everywhere while he explained to you. That just melt your heart, and you ended up interrupting him with a kiss on the lips. His hands were suspended in the air, and he looked at you somewhat surprised. His lips turn into a smile again. “Gimme another one.” He laughed, approached your face, and kissed you.

─── EUNSEOK 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You and Eunseok were watching TV quietly, until suddenly he started talking about how the movie wasn't entertaining. You were very immersed in what was happening and you didn't want to miss it, but your boyfriend wouldn't stop complaining, so you couldn't think of anything else but to kiss his cheek. He turned his head in your direction, both eyebrows raised, his big eyes looking at you. “All right.” He understood what you meant and stayed silent for the rest of the movie. A tiny smile gracing his face and his head resting on your lap.

─── SUNGCHAN 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You two were in the kitchen, him helping you make cookies. Sungchan watched your movements carefully. Mentally writing down how to do it. He put the dough in the oven to cook and then looked at you with a smile. “I can’t wa–” You cut him off by placing a kiss on his jaw, but your original target was his cheek. “Good job, Sung.” He looked in your direction and couldn't help but feel proud of your compliment.

─── WONBIN 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You had just arrived, and the first thing you heard when you entered the apartment was the melody of the guitar that sounded throughout the place, as well as the calming voice of your boyfriend. Sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa.

You appeared in his field of vision, and he continued playing while he smiled, starting to sing that song called 'Replay' that he had been practicing for the last few days for a show. The lyrics and his look made you too nervous, so you kissed his lips halfway through the chorus, and you could almost see hearts in his eyes as you walked away. So he put the guitar aside and rushed to hug you.

─── SEUNGHAN 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

A couple of minutes ago, you had gotten a little angry with your boyfriend for a stupid thing. He was resting his head on your shoulder, repeating your name over and over again so you would pay attention to him. So, to shut him up, you turned your head a little and kissed his cheek.

At the same time you looked away, Seunghan lifted his head and wanted you to look him in the eyes, but you flatly refused. “You're cute when you're angry.”

─── SOHEE 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

For a while now, both of you were sitting on the floor assembling some Legos that you had found in a box. Sohee was extremely entertained putting the pieces together. His eyes were fixed on the figure that he was little by little building. “I think this p–” The moles on his face made the image cuter, so you couldn't help it and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He barely looked up and smiled at you with that characteristic smile of his.

─── ANTON 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Yeah, so now everybody's knows that Wonbin hyung can't cook an egg.” His was telling you how was his day and what he did. You two were on the couch of your apartment. You were resting your cheek on his chest and felt how his chest shook as he laughed. You rise your head, and after seeing his smile, you approach his face and kiss his cheek. He stopped talking and looked at you a little surprised. “And why was that?.” He squeezed you against his body as he giggled.

#lim ⋆#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#riize #riize shotaro #riize eunseok #riize sungchan #riize wonbin #riize seunghan #riize sohee #riize anton #riize x reader #riize x you #riize drabbles #riize imagines #riize scenario #kpop imagines #riize masterlist

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100203s · 2 months

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ONE CALL AWAY - a wonbin smau

SYNOPSIS < childhood best friends, yn and wonbin, shared dreams and a passion for pursuing track together. wonbin suddenly moves away one day without notice, leaving YN with unspoken feelings. it isn't until YN finds herself in the debut lineup for HYBE's new girl group that the two cross paths again. >

GENRE ☕️ childhood best friends to lovers, idol au, smau, fluff, crack, angst

PAIRING | idol!wonbin x trainee/idol!yn

🎱 1-800-STATUS: coming soon!

TAGLIST 💭 open! + @hittoki

chaeTALK: this smau is my literal baby ! ㅠ pls show her lots of love T^

PROFILES: serene girlies , wonbins club (yikes)

000 whos a good boi

001 you got me 🪼

002 pancchoka

003 i hate you

+TBA

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wonbriiize · 3 months

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riize as boyfriends pt. 2

seunghan, sohee, anton ; pt. 1 is here

✧₊⁺ seunghan

would hold your hand while driving

is always ready to spend time with you; he would drop everything in a second to be with you

would hug you from behind to surprise you

you love stealing his sunglasses and he loves chasing after you to get them back

when you’re out of breath because of all the running, he’d grab you and spin you around

gives you forehead and temple kisses

loves seeing you get flustered when you realize he has been watching you the whole time without you noticing it

shows you his pokémon plushies and let’s you take the one you find the cutest

matching keyrings ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

the type of boyfriend to stand in your garden with a boombox to get your attention

✧₊⁺ sohee

ice cream dates in summer

when you have ice cream left on your lips, he’d kiss it away for you

water fights in summer and to call a truce, you guys share a milkshake together

whenever you go to karaoke together, the first thing he does is serenade you

loves to cuddle while the two of you watch something together

massages you everytime he realizes that you’re exhausted

when you two have a sleepover, he loves to kiss your forehead before you fall asleep

loves to take you on trips and show you new places <3

the type of boyfriend who holds you really tightly when you’re in crowded places

he isn’t that keen on pda but when you’re out and no one’s looking, he’d turn you to him to kiss you ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა

✧₊⁺ anton

his phone wallpaper is a silly pic of you

has a picture of the two of you hung up next to his bed which he looks at every night before he goes to sleep (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)₊˚⊹ ᰔ

spams you with lots of messages and memes and just whatever is on his mind at that moment

the type of boyfriend who would send you cute animal pics and say ‘this is us’

loveeees taking you out to dinner

he also loves to take pictures of you, sometimes he lets you know and sometimes he just takes them secretly when he thinks you’re looking adorable

wants the two of you to do sporty stuff together, like go jogging together each morning

everytime he shows up for it, he has your favorite drink ready to give you enough power to jog

you two have matching necklaces ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

when you’re out shopping, he will legit hold every single shopping bag for you and follow you to every store you want to check out <3

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riizeblr · 4 months

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Can u do a reaction of riize that when you not wearing panties to sleep💤?

rating: 18+. mdni.

features: stepbrother!eunseok, best friend!seunghan, and stalker!anton

content: noncon, stalking, stepcest

note: not reactions, they're more like scenarios. hope that's okay

stepbrother!eunseok often sneaks into your room, waiting until the house goes quiet. it makes him feel so powerful knowing exactly what he’s walking into. he had told you to not even bother putting them on, menacingly whispering in your ear that you know what’s going to happen when he wanders in your room anyway.

he’s so pleased to see that you listened, exposed for him to see right when he swung the door open. he managed to see you quickly shut your eyes to pretend to be asleep but eunseok knew it was just another sleepless night for you as you anxiously sat in bed, heart jumping in your chest as you waited to hear the creaky hinges and footsteps.

eunseok grins, an excited buzz running down his fingertips and waves of blood already rushing to his cock when he spots the way you tucked your legs up, trying to use the oversized t-shirt you wore to hide your naked body.

“I know you’re awake,” he mumbles, the pads of his fingers tapping your ankle, wrapping around it as he pulled it away from the other. “spread your legs.”

best friend!seunghan has a key to your apartment and he'll often show up in the middle of the night, crawling into your bed and claiming that he missed you so much. you could always smell liquor on his breath and he always sheds his clothes, feeling overly warm from drinking on top of knowing how much you hate the smell of smoke.

it’s a weekday and seunghan knows you aren’t expecting him to show up but his hazy mind and sluggish feet take him in the direction of your home. seunghan tries to be as quiet as he can, pulling off his clothes like he always does before sliding in beside you. he is tipsy and he just can’t resist when he felt the bare skin of your hips when he went to pull you closer to him.

he is already getting hard by the fuzzy thought of you being bare beneath his fingers, only growing harder as he feels the curve of your ass so close to his cock. it’s just one thin layer between you and him. it is so easy to pull himself out and slide between your thighs, feeling your folds along his shaft as he begins to thrust his hips, holding yours in place so tightly. he can’t even bring himself to stop when you begin to stir in your sleep, tired moans leaving your lips as you start to open your eyes, much less when you try to pull away from him. he holds on tighter when you tried to pull your hips farther from his but it only adds to the slick friction that made his warm stomach burn.

stalker!anton set up cameras in your bedroom. he spends all day watching you. like a kid with a new toy he’s so fascinated by you doing the most mundane things. the way you tend to your hair and pick up your laundry from the floor.

anton goes stiff, leaning in closer to his computer screen when you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to expose more and more of your abdomen. you pull your skirt off next and he feels like his brain is going to explode. he sees the your curves covered in just your underwear, taking in the sight before you pull a gown over your head.

anton deflates before perking up again when he spots you sliding your underwear down your legs. he can’t help but feel like he was supposed to see you. even if a small voice in his head tells him it’s the opposite, that he’s invading your privacy.

he the voice is quickly drowned out by loud, vulgar thoughts when you sink into your bed, the bottom of the dress slipping and landing up until he can see the tops of your thighs. its so close to your cunt and anton quickly pulls his cock out of his sweatpants, knowing that in it would only take a few moments for him to see what he has been waiting for.

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mphountitled · 3 months

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𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

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

Warnings: Language, Slasher!AU, Violence, Body Insecurity, Stalking, Virgin!Anton, Stoner!Shotaro, Recreational Drug Use, Cheating Implied, Catholic Imagery, Horror Elements, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), Dark fic, Inexperienced!Anton, Voyeurism, Stalking, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, CNC, Dub/Con, Dacryphilia, Degradation Kink, Impact Play, Slight Bondage, Unprotected Sex, Mask Kink, Primal Play, Knife Kink, Blood Kink, PIV, Mutual Virginity Loss, Breeding Kink, Choking, Spitting, Forced Orgasm, Forced Breeding

Read the warnings. I'm serious. I'm not responsible for your feelings about this.

You had absolutely no excuse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was getting good…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course he did.

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

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

“Did you hear that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can say murders," you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

"So Anton will walk you home." The quietest voice comes from the quiest boy you think you've ever met. A small, almost shy smile flits across his face as the front door slams shut.

︰ ୨୧︰

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

Everything feels so particularly heavy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very surprising that you like him…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Immaculate and deified?"

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You need to be faster than that," a voice giggles from between the trees, only spurring you further into the darkness. Your once airy, carefree laughs have grown into tired pants as you feel the weight of your backpack on your shoulder and the first strains in your thighs. Your hair whips around you like the wayward petals of dandelions as you split through a grassy clearing.

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

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

"Try harder." You hear this whisper from an unidentifiable location around you. Like a madman, you begin to grow utterly unsure of what you just released.

Complete and unadulterated fear.

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

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

"Where'd you find time to change?" You ask, bring your hand up in an attempt to paw the Ghostface mask on his hidden visage. "Jesus, Anton, this isnt funny. Haven't you seen the news?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sh0tanzz · 3 months

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Best kisser in riize? 😚

KISSING RIIZE ~ ♥ based on astrology observations

Now tbh if I had their birthtimes I'd try to find out their kiss asteroid and have a better answer for this BUT wht I CAN tell you is how I think each member kiss.

Shotaro

Very attentive. Pays attention to your responses to certain actions. He knows exactly what you like and what you don't like. Knows how you melt when he lightly holds onto your jaw and smiles into the kiss. Knows you like it most when you two kiss with nobody around so he can kiss you into dizziness. Knows you get a bit irritated when he looks into your hazed eyes and giggles at you afterwards. He just knows it all. An overachiever even.

Eunseok

Forward. Corners you but not in a way that scares or alarms you. Let's you lean on him when you get lost in it. Messes with you by dodging your kiss making you want more. Holds onto your hips, to tease you even more he'd run his hands down the back of your legs. Wants more and more and more. Lips practically feeling bruised by the time he's done.

Sungchan

Consumes you in the kiss. Has to hold you, whether its holding your face in his hands, holding your waist, or even holding your shoulders. You can practically feel literal heat leaving his body while he kisses you. Adores when traces of your lipgloss or liptint across his lips and the scent of his usual cologne lingering on you just to show off that you're his.

Wonbin

Messy but in a lovely way. Holds you as close as possible feeling along your back tracing your spine. Kisses you the most when cuddling on the couch and bed as if it's a routine. Gets a rush when you consume his senses..the fabric of your sweater and softening balm on your lips. Feels as if you two are sinking but floating at the same time. Kisses down your neck hoping that later you'll do the same to him.

Seunghan

Highly Affectionate. A playlist in the background while his tv screen is paused on his video game, the lights pretty dimmed out. Kisses your forehead, cheeks, and jaw before reaching your lips. Compliments you between the kisses whispering about how pretty and cute you are. Pauses every now and again to get a good look at you. Reaches for you after the kiss is over.

Sohee

Simple but sweet. Somewhat spontaneous, wouldn't want to indulge in pda but sneaks kisses between moments and shrugs when you asked where the random flush of affection came from. Light but soon deep kisses that leave your lips warm and goofy grins with fond loving stares. Jokes in between the kisses and makes fun of you as if his literal ears aren't red.

Anton

Romantic sequence. It starts with a conversation about random things. Then it became you two chatting leaning on each other, soon he presses small kisses to your hand, and then your shoulder. Now you're kissing & while you two take breaks to breathe the convo you two were having continues. Loves the scent of your perfume. Has to do something with his hands..playing with your hair or necklace, holding your hand.

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Authors Note: Im currently working on Sohee, Shotaro and Seunghan as your bf based on astrology and Wonbin's ideal type so if it seems like its taking a while for me to get to your requests I SWEAR im not ignoring it LMAO

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can you write friends to lovers smut for anton where they have crazy sexual tension pls🙏🏼💗

@ anton — we both want each other, why can’t we just let things go with the flow ? . cws : unprotected sex. creampie . slight size kink . big dick anton . wc : 2.0k+ . genre : smut

a/n : i hope this aligns with what you wanted nonnie ! somehow i always find myself only writing best-friend! anton whenever i write for him, and for some reason, i love it ! i just think he fits this trope so well 😮‍💨

BEST-FRIEND! ANTON who you’ve always shared some sort of sexual tension with, but that neither of you has ever acted on because you have always been afraid of what would happen if you did.

you knew it all. knew how he looked at you, how he’d look you up and down when you got more dressed up and get that little smirk on his lips, how he liked having a hand on your waist when you were in public not only in a protective way, but also because he liked to touch you, liked when people thought you were his. you knew when he was horny too, how his eyes would turn darker and his lips would twist into a sort of cocky smile, and you also knew what made him horny, what words you used and what touches you left on him that made him want to fuck you.

anton also knew all about you, you had each other all figured out, and still, somehow, had never fucked, because you were still afraid due to all the what if’s. what if that ended your friendship? what if one wanted something casual but the other wanted a proper relationship? what if having sex would completely ruin your dynamic and make things awkward? there were just too many possibilities, so you never acted on it — until it finally got to be too much and you did.

you had gone over to anton’s apartment, his roommates loudly talking about something in the next room while you two laid on his bed, close to each other but not as close as you actually wanted to be, having a conversation about whatever came up. you could feel anton’s gaze on you, almost burning into your skin. you had borrowed some clothes from him, a hoodie and a pair of shorts, something about wanting a more comfy outfit to wear instead of the one you had worn all day, and it was driving him insane. anton’s eyes couldn’t leave you, obsessed with how good his clothes looked on you, with how his already baggy hoodie looked baggier on your body, and how his shorts that usually ran just around his knees went down lower on you. you looked so good in his clothes it made him completely lose his mind, getting to a point where he was barely even listening and processing what you were saying and just ogling you. it should be uncomfortable, but somehow it also turned you on, knowing the sight of you was too much for him, that he couldn’t focus on anything but you.

maybe if you hadn’t burrowed his clothes things wouldn’t have developed the way they did, or maybe they would but it would’ve just taken a bit longer, but once you caught anton’s eyes stuck on your body for the nth time you decided you had enough, tired of being cautious and simply deciding that enough was enough, that you needed to be bold, which was what led you to blurt out the next words that came out of your mouth as if they were nothing.

“you should just fuck me if you’re gonna continue looking at me like that”

it took a moment for anton to register your words. was he hallucinating? was that the next stage of the level of horniness he was experiencing? he didn’t know, so he looked at you, a surprised but confused look spread across his features. you repeated the question, and this time he knew it was real, that he wasn’t hearing or imagining things, you had actually told him he should fuck you. his immediate response was to jump on you, but he held himself back, only turning more towards you instead, now being on his side while you still laid back against his pillows, asking you through an all too shy tone if you were sure, his shyness ridiculous taking into account his actions up until that point.

“i wouldn’t propose it if i wasn’t” you replied, a smug smile on your lips, and that was when anton finally let his instincts win and jumped on you, kissing you harder than he had ever kissed someone, cupping your cheeks in his hands with so much strength it made you wonder if he was afraid you’d slip away or vanish into thin air. his lips felt good against yours, the way he sucked on your bottom lip making you mewl against him, a small smirk curling the corners of anton’s mouth because of it. he wanted you to be as into it as him, wanted you to want him to fuck you as much as he did, so he moved on top of you, both hands still cupping your cheeks while one of his knees moved to separate your legs, pressing against your covered middle softly, just hard enough to elicit another small moan to slip past your lips and into his. he started moving it, drawing it in small circles and making sure to start pressing more and more into you, until you were whimpering against him relentlessly, wordlessly begging for more until you finally spoke up, your voice much whinier this time as you told him to just fuck you — and because anton wasn’t one to ever deny you anything, he did, not much time separating the last kiss you shared and the moment you finally found yourselves naked and with him pushing himself into you for the first time.

your pussy was absolutely soaked by then, all thanks to anton’s continuous teasing, making the job of thrusting into you somewhat easier, even if you still struggled a bit to take him fully. anton swore he would cum as soon as he bottomed out solely based on the wondrous feeling of your pussy clenching around him as he dragged his cock languidly into you, getting lost in how you wrapped around him so well, so tightly, a warm feeling surrounding his length, making his brain grow fuzzy with pleasure.

you just looked too good underneath him. your face was twisted into an expression of pure pleasure, brows furrowed and lips parted in a perfect “o” shape, moaning as he started to slowly pull out, giving you time to adjust. you felt as if anton was splitting you open, his cock so thick it barely fit inside you, stretching you out as much as you could take while still feeling good, the initial weird uncomfortableness eventually passing by as he kept moving, keeping his pace slow and steady, wanting to give you time to adjust, being patient because the last thing he wanted was to accidentally hurt you. your pussy looked so good taking him though, swallowing him and wrapping around him so snuggly, making anton wince in pleasure. both your gazes were focused on it, on how your cunt was taking him, each thrust making anton’s cock glisten more with your slick, the visible veins running up and down his length throbbing in anticipation for the moment he would be able to start fucking you properly.

in an attempt to help relax you even more, anton leaned down for another kiss, his hair falling over his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. this kiss is softer, sweeter, just as needy as the ones you shared previously but not as fast paced. anton wanted to treasure the moment, live it to the fullest and have every second of it imprinted in his brain, afraid of ever forgetting the first time he ever truly had you in his arms. he held you closer, still kissing you, sucking on your tongue while slightly speeding up his thrusts, testing how well you’d take it — and as expected, you excelled, moaning into the kiss and clamping down around him harder, eventually breaking apart from him, wanting to scream anton’s name but suddenly remembering his roommates were still in the room next door, so you couldn’t. instead though, you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and whimpering about good it felt, about how good his big dick felt stretching you out, fucking you so well, better than anyone ever had. your words affected anton, making him moan, rolling his eyes back in pleasure while changing his posture, hoisting himself higher by placing his hands by either side of your head, picking up his pace and moving more swiftly, by now already able to build up a quicker pace with how well your pussy was taking him.

“you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” he asked, eyes locked on yours, his tone more unstable than usual. you nodded, your expression flustered as you brought him back to you, wrapping both arms around his neck and lacing both of your legs around his waist, holding him in place, wanting to feel anton’s wide frame pressed against yours, his weight on top of you comforting in a way. he also embraced you, reaching behind you and hugging you close, his hands interlocking it’s fingers behind your head and holding you up so your face was close to his, forcing you to maintain the eye contact as he continued fucking you, moving faster, more precisely, reaching deep inside you with his cock, his tip kissing your cervix softly with every thrust. anton felt like he was in heaven — you both did, so lost in each other that nothing else mattered, only able to focus on looking at one another and feeling how good you both made each other feel. it was all too much, too intense, so when anton blurted out his next words without even thinking twice, neither of you reacted as if they were odd for him to say.

“i love you” he told you, his tone sincere and his voice steadier this time, as if he was determined to say it in a way that would let you know he was being truthful. you only kissed him, pressing your lips against this desperately and bringing him as close to you as humanly possible, pulling away for a second just to say those three words back to him, your voice whinier than his, but still just as honest.

anton’s thrusts continued steady, dragging in and out of you deliciously, reaching that sweet spot inside you that made an invisible knot start forming in your lower stomach, growing tighter, ready to snap at any moment. you were both close, so through his low groans, with his lips still pressed closed to yours, anton asked if he could cum inside, if he could fill you up with his cum, and you, in your hazy state, said yes, asking for it, his thrusts growing rougher for a second until you were both reaching your orgasms. anton’s came first, his thrusts starting to get sloppier but not completely losing their pace as he kept going while his cock twitched inside you, shooting creamy strings of warm cum inside you, painting your insides white — that feeling being exactly what finally ignited your own high, one loud moan leaving your lips when it hit before anton was pulling you in for yet another kiss, trying to silence you as you both reveled in your own pleasures, whining into one another as he started slowing down, eventually finally coming to a halt with his dick still buried deep inside you. you both felt at cloud nine, beginning to come back to your senses and finally realizing what you had admitted to in the middle of your sex-induced, foggy states, pleasure having clouded your thoughts throughout the whole thing and making you bolder than usual apparently.

“did you mean it?” anton began, his voice soft as he pressed his forehead to you, both your eyes closed while you still held each other close. “when you said you loved me?”

you hummed in agreement, deciding to be honest, nervous when you asked if he did too. anton replied that yes, he did, both of you smiling at that moment, giggling before sharing another kiss, this one more intimate, as if you were making a promise to each other to stop avoiding your feelings, and to finally lean into them, to let yourselves be together like you had been wanting for so long.

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