your 3 month old had discovered that if she cries just a little appa appears. the sound of her own tiny whimpers usually ends with anton scooping her into his arms. so now, every once in a while, fishie will test it for attention.
you’re sitting on the floor while fishie lays happily on her play mat beside you. shes kicking at the little hanging toys above her head. most importantly she's perfectly content and cooing to herself until anton stands up from where he was on the couch.
“i’m gonna grab some water,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen. fishie watches him leave, her little head turning as far as it possibly can until he disappears around the corner.
she waits.
one second.
two seconds.
then she lets out the tiniest little, “…eh.” it’s not a real cry. just the smallest complaint. you glance down at her and immediately catch on. “nice try,” you tell her, earning another tiny “…eh,” as if she’s simply announcing her dissatisfaction with the current situation. from the kitchen, anton’s voice calls out immediately. “is she okay?” “she’s fine,” you shout back
fishie kicks her feet once before letting out another tiny noise and only a few seconds later anton appears, his glass of water completely forgotten on the counter in the kitchen. “what happened?” he asks, already crouching beside her. you look toward your daughter, “nothing happened. she's completely fine.” he ignores you, smiling down at the little girl on the floor. “hey, my girl.” the second fishie sees his face she breaks into the biggest gummy smile, reaching both of her tiny hands toward him.
“anton.” he looks up innocently. “what?” you point dramatically at the smiling baby. “she wasn’t crying.” “she made a noise.” “she summoned you.” he glances back down at fishie who is still reaching for him with confidence that she’ll get exactly what she wants. “… well,” he says, trying not to smile, “she wants me.”
you laugh under your breath. “you’re unbelievable.” anton picks her up and fishie settles against his chest with the happiest little sigh. one tiny fist is curled into the front of his shirt as he rubs slow circles over her back. he smiles down at her. “see? she just wanted a cuddle.” you raise an eyebrow. “or,” you counter, “she’s already figured out that appa comes running every single time she squeaks.” anton opens his mouth to disagree but before he can say a word fishie lets out the tiniest yawn, nuzzles underneath his chin, and closes her eyes.
he melts instantly and every ounce of resolve disappears as he adjusts her a little closer. you shake your head, smiling to yourself. “she has you wrapped around her little finger.” anton doesn’t even try to deny it. he simply looks down at the sleeping baby in his arms and presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, “i know.”
content — headcanons, established relationship, college au, fluff, meet-cute, pining anton, nervous anton, first date, green flag anton, clingy anton, domestic fluff, studying together, taking care of each other, period comfort, matching keychains, obsessed with you anton, literally the best boyfriend ever
note — i need me a bf like him
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college bf anton
college bf anton who noticed you around campus months before you ever spoke. you were just there—in the library, at the dining hall, walking between classes—and every time he saw you, his heart did that stupid little flip. he never thought he'd actually get to talk to you.
college bf anton who bumped into you at the campus cafe—literally. you spilled coffee all over him and panicked, trying to wipe it off while apologizing a million times. he just stood there frozen because 1) you were touching him and 2) up close, you were even prettier than he remembered.
college bf anton who malfunctioned completely when you asked for his number. "I wanna buy you a coffee to make up for this," you said.
college bf anton who got all giggly and kicked his feet when you texted him the next day asking to meet up for that coffee redo.
college bf anton who still ended up paying for that coffee (he wouldn't let you, no matter how much you insisted) and somehow found the courage to ask you on a real date by the time your cups were empty.
college bf anton who was a nervous wreck before that first date. begged wonbin for fashion advice (wonbin rolled his eyes and helped him pick an outfit anyway). called shotaro for date tips (shotaro said "just be yourself" and anton almost threw up).
college bf anton who showed up to that first date with flowers and the biggest, most terrified smile you'd ever seen.
college bf anton who, after five dates, tried to ask you to be his girlfriend and fumbled every single word so badly that you just laughed and said yes before he could even finish.
college bf anton who plans a weekly date every saturday because you don't have classes and he wants to make sure you always have something to look forward to.
college bf anton who waits at your classroom door after your last class, even when you're not walking back together, just so he can see you for five minutes before you go your separate ways.
college bf anton who shows up at the library with food and snacks when you're studying, kissing your temple and whispering, "take a break, baby. eat something."
college bf anton who nags you to take care of yourself during busy weeks—"did you eat?" "when did you last sleep?" "please drink water, i'm not kidding"—because he loves you and someone has to.
college bf anton who sometimes forgets to take care of himself too, and looks up from his laptop at 2 AM to find you at his door with takeout and the softest eyes. "thought you might need this," you say. he almost cries.
college bf anton who sends you a selfie every single day you're not together. just his face, usually mid-laugh or making a stupid expression, with a text that says "miss u" or "thinking of u" or just "👀". and he demands one back every time.
college bf anton who secretly tracks your cycle on an app and shows up at your door on the first day of your period with chocolate, painkillers, a heating pad, and zero explanation. just "i brought stuff. let me hold you."
college bf anton who learned how to braid your hair because he got bored during a lecture and watched a youtube tutorial. now he asks to do it all the time.
college bf anton who has a photo of you in his wallet—the nice one you took together—and a goofy picture of you pulling a face as his phone lockscreen.
college bf anton who, once he got comfortable, would not shut up about you to his friends. wonbin knows your coffee order. shotaro knows your fav artist. sohee knows your favorite movie. they all know way too much. anton doesn't care.
college bf anton who sneaks into your dorm or apartment at least once a week because "i just missed you" and falls asleep with his face buried in your neck within minutes.
college bf anton who drags you to his friends' frat parties just to take you dancing—pulls you onto the floor, spins you around, tells you you're beautiful in your ear so only you can hear. it's how you both let off steam after hard weeks.
college bf anton who carries your bag across campus whenever he sees you struggling, slinging it over his shoulder next to his own like it's nothing.
college bf anton who gave you a plushie three months into dating and said, very seriously, "this is me when i can't be here. you have to take care of it." you sleep with it every night.
college bf anton who got matching keychains for both your university bags so everyone knows you're together. not that anyone needed the hint—he makes it pretty obvious.
college bf anton who keeps pda subtle—hand holding, arm around your shoulder, a quick kiss goodbye. but sometimes, when he really misses you, he'll pull you into a back hug in the middle of the quad and just stay there.
college bf anton who "accidentally" leaves his hoodies at your place so you have to wear them. you text him "you left your hoodie" and he always replies "i'll get it later." later comes, he stays over, and somehow the hoodie ends up back at your place again.
college bf anton who is so insanely proud of you it's almost embarrassing. you got an A on a paper? he's telling everyone. you finished a project? he wants to celebrate. you just existed today? he's still proud.
college bf anton who, overall, is just the best boyfriend ever. not because he's perfect—but because he loves you so visibly, so completely, that you never have to wonder.
note— HELLOO! i'm back now:D sorry for taking so long! i've had a lot of complications and lacked inspiration, i'll get back into the swing of things and update as much as before! wrote this little spicy thing for fun, hope you enjoy it! inspired by my love for intense, tender moments.
the light of the sunset filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow that made the air feel denser, more intimate. the room was warm, filled with that stillness that only came when you and anton were alone. you, tangled in the sheets, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts slipping off your shoulder, revealing more skin than necessary. him, by your side, with damp hair from the shower and a t-shirt clinging to his chest from the heat, holding the remote in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other.
“here, princess. nice and cold, with extra ice, just how you like it,” he said, passing you the glass with a smile that made you forget the world.
you were exhausted. the day had been hell: endless meetings, annoying clients, and a fatigue that weighed on your shoulders and feet. the moment you got home, you collapsed onto the bed, letting anton’s presence unravel the knot in your chest. he, on the other hand, was fresh, relaxed, as if the universe couldn’t touch him. and somehow, that calmed you.
“you okay?” he asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare leg.
“i just want to stay here with you… and not think about anything,” you whispered, sinking your head into the pillows.
he smiled, with that tenderness that melted you. “perfect. tonight, i’m spoiling you.”
and so he did. for nearly an hour, you got lost in silly laughter, sarcastic comments about the show you were barely watching, and your legs comfortably stretched over his. the glasses of tea sat empty, only the ice clinking at the bottom. the room filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the hum of the tv and the brush of his fingers on your skin.
at some point, his caresses stopped being innocent. his fingers climbed your thigh, slow, deliberate, as if testing how far he could go. you knew him too well. and he knew you.
“sure you don’t want some action on the tv?” he asked, turning to you with that smile that made you tremble.
“i want action… but not on the screen,” you replied, a mischievous smile spreading as you slid your legs closer, brushing his lap.
anton let out a low, deep laugh that vibrated against your body. he set the remote aside, took a final sip of his tea, and offered you yours. “i told you tonight was for you.”
you leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his face, stealing your lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. his hands slid up your back, tangling in your nape, and you clung to him, letting the heat of his fingers melt away your tension. the kisses deepened, your tongues dancing with an urgency that left you gasping against his mouth.
suddenly, he paused. his eyes landed on the glass on the nightstand, where the ice was slowly melting. a mischievous spark crossed his gaze. he picked up an ice cube between his fingers, holding it while looking at you, his hand still on your thigh.
“what are you thinking?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile that betrayed your curiosity.
he didn’t answer. instead, he leaned over you, the ice dripping between his fingers.
“let’s experiment,” he murmured, and before you could react, he slid the ice across your collarbone, just under the thin fabric of the t-shirt.
the cold tore a gasp from you, your skin prickling under the touch. anton smiled, satisfied, and leaned in to lick the wet trail the ice left behind, his warm tongue contrasting with the sharp cold. your body arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“too much?” he asked, his voice deeper, but that smile of his said he wasn’t stopping.
you shook your head, biting your lip. “keep going.”
the ice trailed down your chest, circling slowly around one of your nipples, which hardened instantly under the t-shirt. the wet fabric clung to your skin, outlining every curve, and anton noticed. his mouth followed the ice’s path, sucking gently on the fabric until a louder moan slipped from you. the contrast between the cold and the heat of his tongue was delicious torture.
“fuck, anton…” you murmured, your hands gripping the sheets.
he looked up, his dark eyes gleaming with desire. “you’re so fucking sensitive… i love it.”
the ice continued its descent, sliding over your stomach, leaving a glistening trail that he licked with devotion. each touch made you shudder, your body reacting with an intensity you couldn’t control. when the ice reached the edge of your hip, your thighs clenched instinctively, and he laughed softly against your skin.
“what’s wrong, baby? can’t take it anymore?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, as he slid the ice along the inside of your thigh.
“i want more,” you whispered, your cheeks burning, desire pulsing through every inch of your body.
his eyes sought yours, making sure you meant it. when he saw the plea in your gaze, his smile turned dark, almost predatory. “that’s what i wanted to hear.”
he dropped the melted ice into the glass and leaned over you, his body covering yours. his lips crashed against yours, kissing you with an urgency that left you breathless. his hands, warm and firm, slid your t-shirt up until it was off completely, leaving you exposed under his hungry gaze.
“you’re so damn perfect,” he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before biting softly.
his hands trailed down, tracing the edge of your underwear with a slowness that made you arch into him. “i want to taste you… here,” he whispered, his hot breath against your ear as his fingers played with the fabric, barely brushing where you knew you were most sensitive.
you couldn’t speak. your body answered for you, parting your legs in a silent plea. anton understood instantly. he grabbed another ice cube from the glass, holding it between his fingers while looking at you with an intensity that made you tremble.
“ask for it,” he said, his voice a dark purr. “tell me what you want, baby.”
“i want to feel you… with the ice… there,” you replied, your voice shaky but resolute.
the ice touched the inside of your thigh, and a shiver ran through you. anton slid it slowly upward, closer and closer, until it grazed the fabric of your underwear. the cold made you gasp, your hips moving instinctively toward him. with a slow movement, he pushed the fabric aside with his fingers, exposing you completely.
“fuck…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he watched your reaction.
the ice brushed your most sensitive skin: through your wet folds, a sharp moan escaped you, your body arching hard. but then his mouth followed, his hot tongue licking the icy path, exploring every inch with a devotion that drove you wild. the contrast was overwhelming: the sharp cold of the ice and the wet heat of his tongue pushed you to the edge of madness.
“anton… please,” you begged, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling gently.
he growled against you, the sound vibrating against your skin. his tongue moved with more purpose, tasting you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. he alternated the ice with his mouth, each cold touch followed by a slow, deep lick that made you tremble. your legs closed around his head, and he let you trap him, groaning against you as if your pleasure was his own.
when his fingers joined the dance, sliding inside you with a precision that made you see stars, you lost all sense of time. each thrust, each brush of the ice, each lick brought you closer to the edge. your moans grew louder, more desperate, until you finally broke, calling his name in a choked scream as waves of pleasure shook you.
anton didn’t stop until he felt you collapse, trembling and panting beneath him. he climbed up your body, leaving soft kisses on every sensitive inch of skin. he wrapped you in his arms, covering you with the sheet, his eyes still dark but now filled with a tenderness that melted you.
“you’re everything i want,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “thank you for letting me take care of you like this.”
you couldn’t respond. you just held him, your body still buzzing, knowing he had felt you with every fiber of his being.
genre fluff , non-idol au , anton x fem!reader cw reader has insomnia , kissing , only half proofread wc 787 request yes , (send in thoughts for drabbles!!) note i have not written for riize in forever. will i write more for riize soon? prob not (i haven't watched any content of theirs since like 2023-24, i barely stan them anymore) however clearly i'm still capable of writing for anton ijbol (@haeerizm look at me writing for anton again KSJSK) me writing this at 3:30am is so apt net @kstrucknet
Your insomnia had always been bad until you met Anton. Hours spent tossing and turning every night, trying to find the right position or perfectly cold side of the pillow to help sleep come faster. But it never worked. Room darkening curtains, white noise, asmr, sounds of the ocean— you had tried it all, but your university days were still spent sleep deprived every morning, and a nice new crippling dependency on coffee to go along with it.
Anton first met you in your computer science class where you sat at the back of the room, head buried in your arms as you tried to ignore the stinging of your tired eyes. He tapped you on the shoulder when the professor came into the room to start the lecture, and offered to take notes for you since you “seemed a bit tired”. You didn’t pay much attention to him at first— too absorbed in how awful your day was going to appreciate his soft voice or perfectly sculpted face.
It was only when he showed up the next day, this time with an extra coffee just for you and that same patient smile that you started to pay attention. You shared three classes with him, and each time, he would find his seat next to yours. Over the weeks, you started saving the spot for him. The more you talked with him, the more you learned. He shared the same major as you, and even had similar career goals.
Conversation with Anton was easy, and even seeing him made you feel more awake, even if you were only running on two hours of sleep. You started to cherish the cups of coffee you would share during periods between classes, and instead of beelining it back to your dorm, and how he would tease you about how concerningly little sleep you could function on. Each day he gave you a new stupid sleep hack to try, and everyday you laughed at it and said you would update him if it worked that night. While most of them had been a bust, there were a few occasions you had reported back with an uncontainable amount of excitement at how much sleep you had gotten the previous night. Without fully realizing it, Anton was slowly curing your insomnia better than any medication ever had.
Falling in love with him happened naturally, almost without you putting too much thought into it. His gentle laugh and considerate smile were the highlights of your day, and when he first asked you out on a date, he barely had to wait half a second for you to say yes.
Graduation came and went in the blink of an eye, and sooner than you knew it, you were juggling a new full-time job and apartment hunting with Anton, now your boyfriend of two years. You cringed at the prices of things, soon debating how much you cared about location or amenities when everything was so expensive. When you finally found a decent place not too far from your work building, you signed the lease as soon as you could.
While your boyfriend had already managed to help your insomnia a tremendous amount in university, when you moved in together, he was even more effective. Something about curling up in his arms after a long, exhausting day and completely relaxing to the sound of his steady heartbeat and scent of his cologne had the drowsiness hitting you instantly. And that was even before he did his nightly routine.
Once you were fully settled on his arms, head comfortably rested on your pillow and face a perfect distance from his, there was nothing stopping him from mapping out your features with his lips, pressing each gentle kiss to your skin like you were the most precious thing to him. Anton had always been so soft, so patient, and the way he kissed you before sleeping was like a ritual.
First your lips, and then your cheek. He would whisper something sickenly sweet right in your ear, teasing you even while your eyes were closed. And once he had gotten you flustered enough, he would kiss your temple and then the top of your head, before descending once again to your lips. Each kiss was tender and loving, his plush lips slowly pressing against your skin.
And maybe it was the intent of the action, or the way it felt like he was revering you with every touch, or how comforting the atmosphere was; but it always had you slipping away to your dreams within minutes. Sleep had always been unsettling for you, but when you were with Anton, at home in his arms, it became something precious.
I feel like Anton is the type of guy who, when he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees you next to him, gets a sudden sense of complete content and happiness. I imagine him seeing your hair all over your face, your features softened in sleep, and smiling to himself as he gently brushes the strands away. He watches you breathing calmly, looking secure and safe and happy in his space. That alone brings a quiet smile to his face (you know that soft Anton smile), because it means you feel comfortable with him.
He leans down, placing a soft kiss on each of your cheeks and then one more on your forehead. He notices the slightest smile tug at your lips and worries for a second that he’s woken you, but you’re just smiling unconsciously due to his touch.
Carefully, he rearranges you both until you’re basically sleeping on top of him, your head resting on his chest. He presses a final kiss into your hair, smiling against it as he whispers into the dark, “I’m so glad to have you next to me… You feel like home. You are my home. I love you.”
And with you in his arms, he falls back into a peaceful sleep.
@ anton — i've never felt this way before . . i hope it never ends ! . cws : virginity loss . oral (f) . wc : 0.6k+ . genre : smut + fluff
a/n : happy (belated) anton day !! decided to finish up this wip for our sweet boy’s day hehe 🫶🏻🫶🏻
FIRST LOVE! ANTON who is in complete awe of you, so enamored he can barely hold it in.
he has never felt this way for someone, how he always wants to be close to you, how he always seems to smile more around you, how your touch always is so warm and comforting, how being away from you leaves him with a weird feeling of longing. he can’t quite describe it, but he wonders if this what love feels like, if it is this giddy feeling he feels bubbling inside his chest whenever your name is mentioned or when he sees you. maybe he does love you, and thankfully, you love him too, feeling everything he feels perfectly the same, your first time experiencing all of this too.
maybe what led you two to take so long to fully find your ways to each other was the fact you were so inexperienced in this department, but regardless, eventually, you found yourselves in each other’s arms, every kiss leaving you filled with more glee than the last, perky smiles always making their way to your lips whenever you were together. all you needed was to take the next step, completely devote yourselves to one another, wanting more than just the make out sessions and daring touches. you wanted each other badly, drawn to one another like a moth to a flame — and anton hoped it would always be like this, that he’d always want you like he did the first time.
his touches were soft, tender, each layer of clothing getting peeled off of you with a sort of gentleness only anton could give you. he gazed at your naked body with wonder, already imagining all the things he wanted to do with you — and the feeling was mutual, as soon as he too was completely bare your eyes gluing themselves to his wide frame, looking curiously, expectantly waiting for what would come next.
anton left small kisses down your neck, each one fleeting but hotter than any other one he had ever given you, making you squirm under him, a sort of fire burning in your middle, begging to be put out by anton’s plump lips. he left his last pecks on your inner thigh, then moving to press them over your folds, anxiously gulping before peeking his tongue out, licking a strip up your pussy, attentive to your reaction. you whined, arching your back ever so slightly, already desperate for more, anton’s arms wrapping around your upper thighs while your hands held them, trying to find solace in touching him. experimentally, and almost curiously, anton continued, trying to flick over your clit, the swollen bud twitching at his touch, your unintentional reactions to him something that made anton smile, only adding fuel to make him want to keep going.
he sucked on your clit, continued pressing his tongue over it, kissed your pussy and even tried pushing his tongue into your hole. anton did anything he could think of that’d possibly make you feel good, all of his guesses right enough because sooner than later you were cumming against him, your walls clenching around nothing as he continued stimulating your sensitive clit, slowing down when you started whining that it was too much, until he eventually stopped, coming up from between your legs with a satisfied grin, his lips and chin glistening with a mixture of his saliva and your slick. anton’s eyes shined, glossy arousal covering them — much like your own, so without wasting more time he moved up to kiss you again, ready to keep going with you, his first love.
