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wonbriiize · 4 months

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bestfriend!Anton who puts you on his lap to give you affection, touches your hair, kisses you on the neck...being super clingy and fluffy :(

pairing; anton x reader

genre; fluff, best friends to lovers

note; i thought this was such a cute idea so i wrote something based on it.. hope u like it anon ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

listen to your heart

while working in retail isn’t all that horrible most of the time, you despise it over the holidays. everyone goes crazy as they search for last-minute christmas presents for their loved ones, friends or anyone else.

today was one of those days when everything was so annoying that you really thought about quitting your job right then and there.

luckily, your shift has ended and you are now on your way back home. you seem to be forgetting what a terrible day it has been so far as you imagine yourself curled up in your warm bed while drinking hot choco and watching your comfort movie.

“*y/n*, someone is waiting for you in your room,” your mom says after giving you a big hug when you arrive at home.

you‘re confused as to who it could be, until you recall that your best friend anton texted you saying he‘d drop by later as you were spamming him with messages about that one costumer who was extremely rude to you.

you run up the stairs to your room. you’re not so sure why you’re so eager to see anton, but you can’t help yourself. being with anton after a tiring day makes you feel at ease. he just has that effect on you.

“ohhh, slow down,” anton sits up on your bed. you can tell he made himself feel at home because just a second ago he was laying in your bed as if it was his own. “why are you running? is the rude customer after you?”

since you can’t tell anton that you hurried up to your room because of him, you just throw yourself on your bed. “no, i just really missed my bed. it has been an exhausting day.”

“and here i was hoping that you were running because you couldn’t wait to see me,” anton pouts, leaning back on your bed.

you’re right, you think. but i can’t let you know..

“well, apparently you were missing me because how are you at my house when i’m not even there?”

anton shrugs. “so what if i missed you, is it so wrong to miss your best friend?”

you’re shocked at how casually anton can say things like this. does he truly not realise how much of an impact his words have on you? it irritates you that he's saying these things and acting so dreamy when you're already trying to shake the thought that you like him — much more than you could ever imagine liking someone.

you sigh, laying down on your back. “i just really need to rest.”

“hey, come here,” anton pats next to him. “we can rest together.”

for a second, you’re not sure if you should really go and sit down next to him, because your feelings are all over the place today and you don’t know what could happen, but you push those thoughts aside and just go for it.

“you can lay your head on my lap. i will give you a head massage. i‘m a pro,” anton softly smiles at you.

god, he really isn’t making it easy to not fall in love with him, you sigh. your head is telling you not to do it, but for once in your life, you decide to listen to your heart instead.

you place your head gently on anton‘s lap. you’re afraid you won't be able to resist kissing anton if you open your eyes and see him staring down at you, hence why your eyes are closed.

anton starts massaging your head softly and you’re surprised at how good it actually feels.

“i didn’t expect you to be actually good at this,” you say.

“i told you i‘m a pro,” anton chuckles. hearing him giggle put a smile on your face and usually you would try to hide that, but right now, you’re just letting it happen.

“there it is,” anton whispers softly as he touches your cheek, causing you to open your eyes immediately.

“what?”

“your beautiful smile.”

you start laughing nervously. what’s his deal? why is he being extra sweet today?

“don’t say such things, anton.”

“why not?" his hand returns to your head, but instead of giving it a massage, he plays with your hair, twisting it around with his index finger.

“best friends don’t say that..” what you just said has a sad undertone, but you don’t care. maybe if anton knows that he’s kind of playing with your feelings, he will stop being like that.

anton shakes his head. “no, they don’t.. but here’s the thing, *y/n*..”

the sudden change in the atmosphere makes you nervous so you sit up. still close to anton, but there’s a little distance between the two of you now.

“i‘ve been trying to tell you for the longest time that i don’t want to be just best friends with you,” anton blurts out. “i thought it was obvious that i like you.”

world stop. anton likes me?

“but everytime i try to make a move you put me back in the friendzone, saying things like ‘best friends don’t do that..”

with a sincere expression of sadness that makes your heart hurt, anton glances down at his hands.

“i guess you really don’t like me in that way and i was just stupid to to think that-”

refusing to let anton continue, you take hold of his hand and place it directly over your heart.

“do you feel this?” you whisper.

anton nods unsure.

“my heart beats this fast everytime i‘m with you.”

“is that a good or a bad sign?” anton pulls his hand away and looks questionably at you.

his question makes you laugh. “of course it’s a good sign.. it means that you’re the reason why my heart feels so alive.”

“oh,” anton nods, a little smile forming on his face. “so you do like me.”

now it’s you who’s nodding.

just a while ago you didn’t want anton to know how you really feel about him because you were so afraid that the feeling was one-sided, but now that you know it’s mutual, you’re ready to take the initiative.

you slip closer to anton and sit down on his lap. first he’s surprised at your sudden move, but then you feel his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

seconds later, your lips meet his. not only was your heart racing faster than before, but because your bodies were so close, you could literally feel anton‘s heart racing as well.

you weren't expecting it, but as anton plastered kisses all over your face and neck, things heated up quickly. you didn't want him to stop, but knowing that your parents could walk into your room at any point made you want to go slowly.

“maybe we should continue this when we are alone, like completely,” you whisper as anton was kissing your neck.

“hmmm,” kiss. “maybe..” kiss. “you‘re..” kiss. “right.”

he stops, looking at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“this big smile looks good on you,” you put your arms around antons neck.

“and you know why i’m smiling like this? it’s because of you,” anton softly whispers before he plants another kiss on your lips.

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nichoswag · 6 months

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im currently in desperate need of soft gut wrenching anton fluff like to the point i may sob i can barely find anything on tumblr for riize it makes me wanna cry!!!!

tummy . anton lee

pairing: bf!anton x gn reader

warnings: gut wrenching fluff, kissing, a bit of play fighting, not proofread!

synopsis: anton can't bring himself to stop giving you tummy kisses even though you're ticklish.

a/n: a lil apology for my activity :( school is kinda draining and i now spend most of my time working and watching tv to relax :3 anyway, pls enjoy !! ♡

you hear a sigh as the door to your bedroom opens and your boyfriend walks in.

"aaaaaanton!" you let your phone plop down beside you on the bed and sit up, making grabby hands towards him.

anton drops his bag on the floor and jumps onto the bed with you, nearly crushing you in the process. you giggle as he presses wet kisses to your face and neck.

"your mouth is wet!" you squeal, leaning away from him.

he blushes, realizing what he's doing, and backs up a bit. you watch him, still laying down, as he sits up and takes in your outfit.

"i love this top on you," he says softly, moving down the bed. wrapping his arms around your waist, your boyfriend rests his cheek against your stomach. his long legs move up to intertwine with yours as his hair tickles your tummy.

you giggle, attempting to push him away from your stomach, but his grip is solid. "baaaabe, that tickles!"

he just laughs softly and takes your hands in one of his, pressing kisses to your tummy. you squirm and squeal, but it's pointless, as you know he won't let you go anytime soon.

after a while of playing like this, he finally releases your hands and stops his assault on your stomach.

you catch your breath, staring at him with a playful pout.

"whaaat?" he pokes your face. "your tummy is just so cute, i couldn't help it..." he mutters the last part under his breath, but you can still hear him.

you smile at him, moving to lay with him - or so he thinks. you roll on top of him, caging him in with your body and pinning his arms down.

you grin down at him. "my turn."

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lil-elle · 5 months

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Overbooked

group: riize

pair: anton x fem!reader

genre: forced proximity, fluff, suggestive

word count: 4.3k

content: coarse language, kissing, nsfw implications

a/n: the way I've been in such an Anton mood recently is insane

“Uhhh…who'd you say booked this room for us..?” Anton questioned, his voice cracking slightly.

“Seunghan, why, what's wrong?” You stood on your tiptoes, his 6 foot height blocking you from peaking into the room.

“Fucking Seunghan…” he mumbled under his breath. Letting out a shaky breath, he took a few more steps into the room, allowing you to squeeze through the doorway past him.

Your eyes roamed the pristine hotel room, grazing the lush grey carpeting, the silky white curtains, and the wide screen TV mounted on the wall. It was a very elegant room, and you thanked Seunghan in your head for getting it for you…that was until your gaze landed on the lone king sized bed against the left wall, wrapped cleanly in white silk sheets and decorated with plush pillows and two towels sat at the end of it.

“Oh…” You cautiously glanced up at him, his head turned towards the wall with only his bright red pierced ears peeking through his hair as a hint to the thoughts running through his mind.

You placed a soft hand on his arm, to which he trembled almost unnoticeably. “Hey, it's fine. I can sleep on the floor.” You reassured him. He whipped his head around, revealing that the red from his ears had spread to his cheeks too.

“N-no! I'll sleep on the floor, it's alright!” The determined look on his face told you that he wasn't backing down from this and that there was no point in arguing. You smiled softly at him, warmed by his charming sweetness and slight stubbornness.

“Thank you…Anton…” His pupils dilated and you watched as the splotchy red on his cheeks spread to the rest of his face and his lips parted, taking in a quick and sharp breath of air. Suddenly he spun around, stomping towards the bed and landing face down onto the soft and sweet smelling sheets. You hurried over to him, concerned, and reached him just in time to hear a muffled “...when I catch you, Seunghan…”

After you two got settled in, kicking your shoes off, placing your bags in the corner of the room and plugging your phones in to charge on either side of the bed, he picked up one of the towels folded neatly on the end. He looked up at you as you melted into a large cushioned chair next to the bed, his complexion back to its regular pinkish olive colour. “I'll go shower really quick, ‘kay?” The sun had begun to set, casting an orange light across the room and prompting you two to start getting ready for bed.

“Okayyy.” You smiled happily at him and heard him gasp lightly again before he quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of the running water thrummed again your ears as you closed your eyes and settled further into the chair, noticing just how soft it really was. Without even realising, you drifted off, the noise of the shower and the comfort of the chair lulling you to sleep.

Your consciousness slowly drifted back to you as you felt a gentle poke to your cheek, your eyes fluttering open and meeting a very familiar face. His wet bangs brushed gently against your forehead and his round doe eyes went wide as he processed you looking at him. He somehow ended up with his back against the wall on the other side of the room within a second, his forehead all the way down to his neck flushed a deep red. “I-I didn't, I mean-”

You took in the sight of him, damp hair, plain grey shirt drizzled with wet spots from where water droplets fell from his hair, black sweatpants emphasising his long legs. And on top of all of that he was blushing. Hard. You couldn't deny how charming he looked in this moment.

You spoke up, ignoring the obvious heat creeping up the back of your neck and up to your ears, “I-I should shower now…”

You picked up the other towel, and some pyjamas you'd folded next to it, and rushed to the bathroom, heat overtaking your face. As you passed him, you could've sworn you could hear his heartbeat, fast and hard against his chest.

Locking yourself away in the bathroom, you gazed at yourself in the fogged up mirror. From the sight of your whole face, a deep crimson colour, you could tell the heat covering your body was not from the humidity in the small bathroom.

The shower passed by in a daze. You couldn't believe how many times your brain replayed the scene of waking up to Anton's face so deathly close to yours. Close enough that his freshly washed bangs left a streak of water on your forehead. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Close enough that you could've kis–

Your hairbrush fell to the floor with a clang, startling you out of your thoughts. You met your own wide eyes in the mirror as his muffled voice coming from outside the door filled your ear. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah…yeah, fine…” You responded, bending down to pick yourself hairbrush back up, a slight uncertainty in your voice.

“Be careful, please.” His soft, concerned voice filtering through the door stuck a needle in your heart and you placed the brush onto the vanity with a sigh.

You rushed through your routine, washing and moisturising your face, scrunching your hair with the towel to dry it as much as you could, and slipping into your pyjamas. Cautiously, you opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, taking in the room now with the blinds closed and the lamps on each bedside table filling the room with warm yellow light. Anton was seated back in the chair you previously slept in, bringing the image of his face so close to yours back into your mind once again.

You took a step forward and the floorboard creaked under you, catching his attention and causing him to look up from his phone. Instantly, he froze. There was no way he was hiding the almost neon red that covered his face within a second of seeing you. Your damp hair, you draped in a shirt a little too big for you, your shorts barely peeking out from under it. The cold wetness of your hair against the back of your neck contrasted the warmth of your skin as you tried to push down the hard thrumming of your heart.

You walked forward, watching as his adams apple bobbed nervously and his eyes traced over your figure as if he was in a daze. You made your way to your bag, tucking your previously worn clothes into it, desperately trying to ignore the heat radiating from your cheeks. You didn't understand why you suddenly felt this way, why the unfinished fantasy of what Anton could've done that close to your face wouldn't leave your mind.

You slipped between the cold silk sheets as you watched Anton meticulously set up a “bed” on the floor next to you with an extra sheet he found. The pitiful set up had you feeling guilty for making him do this, and a subtle thought poked at your brain, a thought that made your cheeks flare up again for the 20th time that night. “H-hey Anton, maybe I should-”

“No. It's fine. You stay there.” He reassured as he slipped between the thin sheet, barely separating him from the hard ground beneath him. He turned off the lamp on his side and you turned off the other one in response, leaving the room dark and silent. The only thing that broke through the silence was the sound of his soft breathing, somehow loud in your right ear as you stared up at the ceiling. The sound of your heartbeat joined not long after, rippling through your body and keeping you from drifting off to sleep. Minutes passed, though you couldn’t tell how many.

“A-Anton…?” You stuttered softly, to which he responded with a low groan, ringing through your ear and bringing heat to your cheeks. “...are you awake…?” You heard him chuckle lightly.

“Of course,” the sound of rustling fabric came from your right side and you just knew he was shifting around to face your direction, “why, what's up?”

“It's just…it can't be comfortable down there…” Your voice was laced with guilt as you spoke.

“Hey. I'm not making you sleep on the floor…okay?” His concern made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt before.

There was silence for a moment and you took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well what if…” you heard his breathing slow to a stop, as if he was holding his breath and waiting for you to continue. “What if…we both sleep…in the bed…”

The familiar sound of a sharp breath in, followed by silence. The silence continued to stretch out with no sign from Anton that he was going to respond. Had he fallen asleep?

You quickly turned over and flicked the lamp on, letting your gaze land on where you knew he was laying on the floor. His long figure, outlined by the thin sheet draped over him, was laid flat on his back, his hands completely covering his face. His ears were once again giving away his true feelings, bright red behind his long black hair. As if it was contagious, your own ears heated up along with your cheeks. “...A-Anton..?” His breath caught in his throat and you watched as he parted his fingers, peeking up at you.

In a weak and almost inaudible voice, he spoke, “Are you serious…?”

You nodded gently, biting the inside of your lip. He covered his eyes again and rolled over, turning his back to you as he mumbled, the only words you were able to pick up being “...fuck…Seunghan, why…she's so…”

He suddenly sat up with a strained sigh, propping himself up with one of his hands and the other still covering his face. With a better view of his features, you could now see the very familiar sight of him blushing bright red. “An-”

“...fuck it.” He picked himself up off of the ground and turned to face you, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Scoot over…” A wide smile overtook your features and you quickly shimmied to the other side of the bed, giving him space to crawl in with you. His slightly shaky hand pulled the covers back and he hesitantly layed down, as if afraid that making contact with the clean sheets would dirty them somehow. He laid awkwardly staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. You turned over to lean on your side, looking towards him.

“Anton…?” You spoke suddenly, making him flinch.

“Uh- huh?” His throat sounded dry and his gaze didn't move from a single spot on the ceiling.

“Can you…turn the lamp off?” There was a soft smile on your face, like you were enjoying seeing him so anxious and flustered. Despite that, your heart was still pounding harder than you've ever felt and your whole body burned like you had a fever.

“O-oh…” his voice cracked and he quickly reached his long arm behind him and flicked off the lamp, leaving the room in total darkness once again.

The air around you felt heavy with tension as you both laid there in the darkness. It was just like before, the only sound making its way to your ears being his breathing, only this time it was much closer and faster.

You don't know what prompted you to do it, but you extended your right arm out, your knuckles brushing against his arm lightly and making him twitch. His breathing caught in his throat and the silence that flooded the room made the tension all the more dense and palpable. You trailed the tip of your finger down his arm until you felt the veins on the back of his hand and you swore that you could hear his heart pounding against his ribs. Heat sat overwhelmingly on your cheeks as your fingers clamoured against his hand, intertwining themselves with his. His hand was much larger than yours, fitting with his height but not the soft and introverted personality he presented. He hesitated, his fingers sitting limply between yours, but after a few moments his hand tightened and embraced yours, the sound of his heartbeat only becoming louder.

You could've cut the tension in the room with a knife as you two laid hand in hand in silence, your hearts beating in sync.

Him accepting your hand hold made you bolder and the darkness in the room that obscured you two from seeing each other encouraged your confidence. Slowly, you scooted closer to him, as if afraid to startle him away. He took a breath in, as if he was able to feel your warmth get stronger.

“Y/n…” His voice was soft and deep like usual, although there was a slight strain to it, like he was holding something back. You turned your head, eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, to see him lying on his side, his head resting on the pillow. His eyes looked at you with emotion you've never seen before, emotion that overwhelmed you and forced the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

He brought your hand that he was holding up to his lips, pressing them against the back of your hand so softly and your flustered brain struggled to comprehend where he got this boldness from. “Anton…” Your voice was weak and breathy, staring back into his siren-like gaze as he held his lips to your hand.

His lips disconnected from your skin with a subtle wet smack and he spoke, his voice rough and quiet. “I'm glad it's so dark in here right now…I'm sure my face is burning up…”

“You–” your trembling voice was cut off by his hand letting go of yours and moving to rest on your waist. His strong hand grasped your hip before pulling you closer to him, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You looked up at him with a shine in your eyes, just shocked by his actions. He sighed softly before chuckling to himself.

“Y'know, Seunghan definitely did this on purpose.” His eyes stared deeply into yours as you processed his words.

“H-huh…?”

“Booking us a room with one bed? Totally on purpose.” His pinky finger fidgeted with the fabric of your shirt, pulling and twisting it with obvious nervousness.

He leaned his forehead against yours as his gaze stayed locked on your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

He muttered something so quietly that the only reason you were able to pick it up was because of his proximity and the deathly silence that occupied the rest of the room. “...Should never have told him I like you…”

Suddenly every thought in your head came to a halt as his words played over and over again in your mind. It was as if you were forced onto a treadmill, your heart rate rising like crazy and your breathing heavy.

“Y-you…”

He sighed, closing his eyes and nuzzling against your forehead slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he confirmed your uncertainty. “...Yup…” His voice cracked slightly and you heard him swallow anxiously as he opened his eyes to gaze at you again. He chuckled awkwardly to himself, “It's a little obvious…”

You struggled to speak, your throat dry with nerves, but you managed to get just his name out in a slightly scratchy, whiny tone. “Anton…” You watched a shiver run through him as the breath that uttered his name hit his lips. His eyes dropped to your lips and his breathing slowed. The moment seemed to last for hours, despite it only being a few seconds before he met your gaze again.

“Y/n…” his voice, barely above a whisper at this point, speaking your name like that made you let out a soft gasp for air, like you were drowning. “Can I…?” His eyes gestured down at your lips again and when they flew back up to meet yours they were glossy and full of emotion, almost pleading.

Your lips were parted, trying to take in as much air as you could to fuel your rapidly beating heart. His implication muddled your thoughts and you felt as if you were free-falling. You squeezed your eyes shut before taking that final leap and nodding, giving him the reassurance and consent he needed to do something he'd waited so long to do.

His hand on your waist slid up slowly, his fingertips trailing along your arm and coming to rest on your cheek. You could feel his hand trembling.

Almost in slow motion, he closed the gap between you and him, his soft pillowy first only grazing yours and you found yourself fighting a full-body shiver. His breath was hot, almost unbearably so as it covered your lips.

He was hesitating, refusing to finish closing the gap, making you restless.

“An-” With that your mouth was sealed, your words swallowed by the sudden push of his lips to yours. An inaudible squeak pushed up through your throat, drowned out by the soft wet sounds of his lips pressing repeatedly to yours.

He was desperate, much more than you'd expected. It was obvious now that this was something he's wanted to do for a very long time.

His breathing turned to panting as his fingers tightened against your cheek.

“An-mm-”

He used his other arm to prop himself up, putting him in a position where he was leaning over you, his lips still relentless in stealing air from your lungs. His bangs fell against your forehead, light and fluffy from his shower earlier that night, making an obvious shiver run through you.

What you didn't expect was his response to that shiver, a melodic hum from deep in his throat that made you see stars.

His hand trailed back down to your waist, gripping and bunching your shirt in his fist as he tilted his head for a better angle. You gasped for breath against his lips, overwhelmed with the sudden passion he'd drowned you in, but he only submerges you further when he takes the opportunity to flick his tongue against your bottom lip. You gasped, this time with shock and you didn't even notice your hand pushing against his chest, prying his lips from yours.

For a moment, you two just looked at each other's faces, his bright red even in the dark room, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, and his eyelids sitting half-closed. The light coating of saliva on his lips made your head heat up even more and you licked your own unconsciously, making his eyes immediately dart back down to stare at them.

“Y/n…” his voice was raspy and deep, making you squeak with surprise. His hand tightened on your waist and your breath only sped up, anticipating his next words. “I think…I need…to sleep on the floor….” Your eyes shot open at his unexpected words, words that came out through heavy breaths and you were surprised at how he was still out of breath.

“A-Ant-”

“I don't want to stop…” He whispered, almost inaudibly, and it was only now you noticed the look of lust in his eyes. “So…I need to sleep on the floor…”

You sat stunned as he pried himself off of you and made his way back to the makeshift bed on the floor. You couldn't even utter a single word, the memory of the way he was looking down at you, almost like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days, burned into your mind. What surprised you most, though, was the way your heart fluttered and your stomach turned at the sight.

“A-are you sure?” You managed to stutter out, lifting yourself up to look at him, only for your gaze to meet his broad back. He stayed silent, the audible rapid beat of his heart giving you enough of an answer. You laid back down, your face going red with embarrassment at the thought that you were slightly disappointed.

Safe to say you didn't get a wink of sleep that night, fully awake to welcome the first chirps of the birds outside and the orange light of the sunrise streaming through the blinds. You didn't even spare a glance for Anton as you packed up your individual belongings and cleaned the room, a slave to the way your heart threatened to burst from your chest at the slightest glance of his messy bed hair or busy hands making the bed and gathering his things.

You both made your way out of the room, bags slung over your backs, walking an awkward distance apart from each other as you struggled to keep a blush from overtaking your face. Even his finger pressing the button for the elevator was too much for you, keeping your eyes glued to the floor until you heard the ding signalling the arrival of the elevator. You stepped into the elevator cautiously, your mind swimming at the realisation that you'd be in this small space with just him, if even for a few moments, being too much for you.

The subtle rumbling of the elevator as it travelled floor to floor filled your ears and you could feel heat on the back of your neck from the now close proximity of him.

You were quickly pulled from your chaotic train of thought by the elevator suddenly coming to a stop. Your eyes darted up to the screen above the buttons reading “5” when it should say “G”.

“W-what happened…?” You stuttered out, still unable to bring yourself to look at him. Although, it was a pointless endeavour, as he suddenly invaded your vision, stepping in front of you to spam the button that opens the door. Unsurprisingly, the doors didn't respond, and it seemed you were completely stuck.

“Great…” he sighed, leaning back against the wall and sliding down. For the first time all morning, you were able to look directly at him, your worry taking over all other emotions. You carefully sat down next to him, ignoring the beat of your heart as you peered into his face.

“W-what…do we do…?” You questioned, a slight shake in your voice.

He sighed before leaning his cheek against his knees, looking at you softly.

“There isn't much we can do except sit here and wait for someone to show up and help us.” His soft gaze brought a subtle heat to your cheeks and you questioned how it took you so long to realise you liked him. Suddenly, another realisation hit you like a lightning bolt.

“...Should never have told him I like you…”

His words replayed in your mind. He likes you…and you like him…

Your face flared up, something he definitely noticed as his eyes got slightly wider.

“A-are you okay…?” he questioned anxiously, “claustrophobic…?”

You shook your head slowly, swallowing your nerves. Taking a deep breath in, you finally spoke what was on your mind.

“So…you like me?”

His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as a pink tint crept onto his face. You gave him a moment to gather himself and he plucked his head from his knees, staring straight ahead for a moment before nodding softly.

Your heart raced as you prepared to confess your feelings to him as well.

“I think I-”

“I'm so sorry.” He hurriedly spat out, leaving you dazed.

“F-for what?” You spoke with a hint of confusion.

“...Kissing you…” He hung his head, as if ashamed.

“Hey, it's okay, you asked and I said yes.” You explained, kneeling to face him. He took in a breath before continuing.

“B-but I got carried away, and you don't even like me like that, and-”

You grasped his face, turning his head towards you to look directly into his glossy eyes.

“Hey…who said I didn't like you…” You said the words with as much composure as you could muster, but the radiating heat in your skin gave away your true feelings. His expression froze in one of shock and you could feel his warm skin under your fingers grow warmer. After a few moments you felt his fingers creep up onto your cheeks, cradling your face.

“Can-”

“Please.”

Without another second of hesitation, he pressed the softest and sweetest kiss to your lips, much different from the passion of last night. You wanted time to freeze in this moment, but the kiss was already over as quickly as it started. You were still steeped in a pool of heat when he spoke again.

“-end?”

“H-huh…?” Your eyes refocused on his, serious and determined.

“...Will you be my girlfriend…?” He repeated, making your heart skip and a wide smile stretched across your face before you even realised. You could only nod before he quickly pulled you into his arms, burying his head into your neck. You giggled as his nose and lips tickled tickled your skin and your heart raced with love and joy.

You both flinched as the elevator suddenly started moving again, the screen finally flicking from “5” to “4” and continuing to go down. You buried your hand in his soft head of hair, chuckling.

“It's like it was waiting for us to sort everything out.” You felt him smile against your skin, making your heart flutter in your chest. He breathed out, his warm breath spreading across the skin of your neck.

“And I suppose I actually need to thank Seunghan…” He mumbled, earning another giggle from you.

“Y'know we're not getting away from this whole thing without a lot of gloating and teasing, right?”

He sighed, finally pulling back from you and looking into your eyes, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks.

He ran a thumb along your cheek gently.

“It's worth it…”

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@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv

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sserasin · 1 month

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perv!anton

cw nsfw under cut, perv!anton, bffroommate!anton, female reader, dubcon, somnophilia but not really, masturbation (male and female)

perv!anton who accidentally walks into you changing from your swimsuit and sees you in a whole other light.

perv!anton who can’t help but feel guilty when he wakes up the next day with dry come in his boxers and memories of a dream involving you.

perv!anton tries to push the thoughts away, but you’re so comfortable with him that you change in front of him, and he pops a boner every fucking time.

perv!anton finds that anything you do will turn him on. you’re bending down? boner. you bite your lip? boner. you move hair out of your face? boner. more than often, he has to go to the bathroom to jerk off.

it only gets worse when anton hears you morning from his room next door, and he can’t help but sneak a hand under his sweats and boxers, gripping his hardening cock as you moan and whine. it’s almost like you want him to hear. and he takes that as the go ahead, freeing his hard cock from his pants.

the next day, anton is doing the laundry and he spots your panties on the top of your basket. soiled panties, just laying there like you want him to see them, too. he’s quick to pocket them and go back to doing laundry. and if he brings them up to his face to smell and maybe get a taste of, that’s nobody’s business but his own (and technically yours).

now that he’s smelled and tasted you, he know he has to have more. he needs it. he goes from jerking off with your panties around his dick to watching you grind on a pillow from behind your cracked open door.

anton’s stroking his cock through his sweats, pre-cum leaking from his tip and onto his sweats, wet spots decorating the front. he watches you whimper, throwing your head back as you grind harder onto the pillow, letting out little gasps. his breath is heavy as he strokes to the same pace as you, blinking back frustrated tears from only being able to enjoy his hand.

your moans grow more frantic and loud, one of your hands covering your mouth, hips stuttering as you came with a muffled moan of, “anton!” and anton came into his pants a second later, not even realizing you said his name until he was back in his room and heard the shower start. he wonders if you’re going to use your hand again in there like he is now.

now knowing that you want him, too, or at least though of him, it was easier for anton to be less subtle with his reactions and advances. he no longer hides his boner, hoping you’d notice and make the first move. he says thinly veiled lewd comments, curiously pressing into your sex life. and it’s like a bulb goes off in his head when you mention a fantasy of yours— being fucked awake.

he can’t believe he actually goes through with his plan later that night when he knows you’re deep asleep. he sneaks in your room, already sporting a hard on from his daydreaming. it’s just his luck that you must be having a wet dream ‘cause you’re grinding your hips up into the air, quiet whines leaving your mouth. his mouth salivates as he slips a hand up your shorts, hand coming in contact with your bare, wet pussy.

his fingers slide in so easily, he just knows his cock will, too. he slides the covers back, slipping your shorts to the side and moving the head of his dick through your slit to collect your juices. he’s biting down on his bottom lip to contain his moans as he slowly guides himself into you, hand braced over your head on the bed.

once he’s fully in, he doesn’t even pretend to feel anxious and guilty— he wants you to catch him. ‘cause he knows you want him, too. and his suspicions are only confirmed when you wake up after a sharp thrust in what must be your soft, spongy spot. instead of pushing him away, you pull his body down on yours, almost making him crush you in order to get him as deep inside you as you wanted.

your fingers curl around his hair and tug, whispering against his lips, “i knew you were a perv.”

#cw dubcon #anton.txt #riize.txt #anton smut #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours #riize smut #riize imagines #lee chanyoung #lee anton #riize x reader #anton x reader #kpop smut

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cjayius · 2 months

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love 119 — lee anton

⭑ love so good , feels like a thriller . idol!anton + fem!reader . wc 0.23k

anton looks up at you as you step inside his room, greeted by the familiarity of the messy sheets and numerous plushies scattered across your boyfriend's bed.

" hi baby, " his voice was warm with affection, " i've been waiting for you to get here. "

you smile in response, throwing your bag aside before reaching for him. tracing lines on his shoulders, you glance at his computer screen. " new song ? " he hums, breathing a small yes.

" come here. " he murmurs, voice soft and inviting as he taps his thighs.

you gladly oblige, settling into his lap, anton's arms wrapping around your waist almost immediately.

he gently places a pair of headphones over your ears, the tune of his latest creation filling your ears. it's a love song, you can tell. and it's about you.

as the music washes over you, you can feel his warm breath lingering near your shoulder. " you like it ? " you barely nod before he places a light kiss to your shoulder.

" it's for you, " he whispers, trailing small kisses up your neck as you sink further into his embrace. " to show you how much you mean to me. "

you turn to face anton, heart overflowing with love for this man who knows you so well. without a word, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. your actions were speaking louder than any words could.

tags : @mellowdyverse @bambisnc @gfkims

#riize #riize anton #riize x reader #riize imagines #lee anton #lee chanyoung #osaki shotaro #song eunseok #jung sungchan #hong seunghan #lee sohee #park wonbin #anton x reader #riize smau

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bambisnc · 2 months

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seatmate!anton who's the quiet kid tm of class, sitting at the back and rarely ever speaking out much to all the teachers' dismay; but when you get to really know and talk to him he's .. actually super fun and cute

seatmate!anton who draws tiny dinosaur doodles (🦕🦕) all over your hands, the margins of your notes - even scattering some all over your desks (he makes them have little speech bubbles like '🗨️🦕 hi ‹3')

seatmate!anton who's always there earlier than you (it's the early morning swim classes ykk?) and without fail always ensures that there's a little snack with your favorite beverage waiting there for you; he knows you skip out on breakfast sometimes when you're getting late

seatmate!anton who dictates out stuff to you when you're not able to see the board clearly. honestly, he'd even take your notes for you if you bribe him into it (he'd probably offer to do it himself actually, when he notices your not able to concentrate because of that headache of yours or because you're just not feeling too well that day)

seatmate!anton who'd pass cute little notes to you where you both would have whole conversations,, with him giving you all the tea because he always knows everything about everyone somehow ?? (it's the soft boy vibes people just straight out tell him stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

seatmate!anton who's surprisingly really physically affectionate? and in the oddest ways too.. he'd tuck bits of your hair behind your ear when he'd see them falling over your face as you struggle to look for something in your bag; bump his shoulder against yours when you tease him a little too much; casually rest his head against your shoulder in the middle of class to name some,,

seatmate!anton who's always there to bring you back, to centre you when your mind drifts away - zoning out to thoughts of him and his pretty eyes, and nose, and lips.. - during a particularly boring class. he'd slip his fingers through your hand, whispering a gentle "hey,.. you gotta focus" right next to your ear .. <3

notes : dedicating this to yuvieeeee + [m.list]

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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