thinking about how anton would be as a soon-to-be dad. i don't necessarily think that the pregnancy would be planned, but a very happy accident. he just released his album so he has no obligations for the time being. i think that how well the album would do is completely out of his mind because i think he would be busy nesting from beginning to end. he's calling people to do projects around the house and fixing random things. the shower and water faucets would have fancy filters overnight, he'd get those home renovations started and finished QUICK.
doesn't let you do anything by yourself. he's guiding you down the stairs and helping you shower. the only time he'd ever get close to raising his voice is because you were attempting to pick up something heavy. he's getting everything delivered and shipped and cooked and cleaned and done for you so you don't have to move an inch.
he is on top of everything. monitoring your prenatal vitamins and appointments. he knows what size the baby is and compares it to food items. he is so doting and lovely and not even focused on work because you are the only thing on his mind.
BUT he is so so so tender and careful that it becomes an issue. he treats you like you're made of glass. there are nights where he'd be slathering moisturizer over your skin to help with stretch marks, going underneath your waistband with slippery hands. you'd try to keep his hand there by a grip on your wrist, and he's asking if anything hurts in a panic before you kiss him deeply. he'd entertain it, but keep the kisses chaste and pulling away with a laugh whenever you'd try to deepen it. he'd pull away from your parted lips and your tongue sticking between them to kiss your cheek sweetly before continuing.
the only activity he actually lets you do is yoga, and he'll help you in the little home gym with all the poses. he's behind you instructing you to lift your hips higher but your body downwards. you're flustered thinking about how he looks in his workout clothes and how he's moving your body into the right positions. he doesn't even seem to notice that you are having flashbacks to what you two would've been doing in that gym a few months ago.
you'd have to convince him in the middle of the night that massaging your sensitive tits is absolutely conducive and in no way pleasures you. you'd have to clear your throat a million times feeling his large hands on you, kneading your skin. even in the dark you can tell he’s look at your chest in awe, talking about how much they've grown and he's not surprised why they're sore at all. he’s not thinking about it sexually but you'd be nearly in tears, looking away whenever his hands would swipe over your sensitive nipples. they were sore, every part of you is, but being touched by anton (even if it's under the guise of massaging you and is in no way sexual to him) has you taking in deep breaths.
i think eventually the lights would get turned on after you make a breathy little moan and anton is looking down at you in worry before he realizes why you’re making that noise. when he finds out he is absolutely going to tease you but doesn’t stop massaging, telling you to let out all the sounds you want. he’s saying you must be so pent up because you two haven’t done anything in so long. he would ask you if you’ve touched yourself and if you’re extra sensitive because you’re pregnant. he would say he’s heard pregnant womens libido is crazy but if he was feeling particularly evil he’d say regardless this is all you’re getting for the rest of your pregnancy because he doesn’t want you to exert your body too much :(
(i think he'd give in and finally fuck you if you pushed against his morning wood enough. the compromise would be fucking while you're on your side with a pillow tucked underneath your tummy. anton would lose his mind putting a hand over your stomach before going to your hips to bring you back on his dick. you might be able to convince him to do doggy. as long as you say you want him to do all the work i think he’d fold because he wants to do everything for you.)
Fic where you are a famous music producer and they call you from Korea for a job offer with the riize group but more from the shadows not directly with them then they put you with yoonsang since he speaks English then when they are working and all that he tells you about his son since he is a great admirer of your work and your but he does not tell you his no, see that he belongs to the group with which you are working with. Days after getting closer thanks to work they decide to go to dinner with his wife and end up showing tea to his eldest son ANTON 🔝 and you are delighted with how handsome he is and you make a little joke about introducing him to him. Meanwhile, Anton He is dying to see you since he is a big fan since almost your beginnings in music and has followed your career of being you a great inspiration for him. (apart from the fact that he has a great crush on you since you are the most beautiful and talented girl in his eyes) Then when he gives himself that you are the one who is working with his father for the new comback he begs him to introduce you so he can see you up close and in the end he ends up agreeing and when he finally meets you he is so delighted that he does everything to See you, whether it's forcing his father to take him with him to the studio, going to see him just because he wants to "know how he is" bring them food with the excuse that he has bread to stay healthy but in reality everything is to be able to see you, in the end he dares to ask for your phone and invites you out. The rest is up to anyone who wants to write a mega long fic about this 😭
Anton’s hands were made to do everything. Long before his hands learned any talent they did everyday mundane tasks. But even before Anton became an adult and learned the importance of self-maintenance, he knew he had pretty hands. He took pride in his slender fingers and his soft palms and the gentle creases and folds. He was no stranger to comparing hand sizes or the look of surprise on people’s faces when they grazed his soft palm. Anton was humble though, every compliment he received he took in with a smile and a bashful shake of his head.
Anton knew that you took a liking to his hands very early on. Before your relationship started and you were too shy to be too specific with your compliments, Anton could tell there was something you wanted to say, and that his hands seemed to make you nervous. He knew you had an affinity for grabbing at his wrist and stare at at his fingers whenever he’d point or prod at you playfully. Anton even started speaking more with his hands just for you, finding enjoyment in the way your eyes flitted down before focusing back on his face.
He still remembers the first time you gave yourself the chance to really look at them. His hands were also made for you to mindlessly play with as you two focused on other things. Quality time and physical touch rolled into one, you two sat on the couch side by side while your hands played with his and the other scrolled on your phone. Anton was focused on something of his own, his laptop opened as he felt his hand be touched by yours. With his eyes still focused on his laptop he felt the way you were holding him change. Suddenly, his fully extended hand was pressed flat against yours, palm to palm as you compared the sizes. Then Anton felt you form his hand into a fist before you pulled out each finger, rubbing your thumb over each nail bed and perfectly trimmed cuticle until his palm was fully extended again. He was malleable against your touch, not fighting back when you your full focus on him. Anton felt his hand twist and turn during your inspection, and when he finally turned his head again he saw you try your best to say your compliment nonchalantly.
“I really like your hands.”
That was all it took. Anton pinched your warm cheek afterwards and did the bashful thank you like he always did, but after that moment something changed. You didn’t hide your liking for Anton’s hands and he didn’t hide his belief that his hands were made for you. They were meant to open doors for you and hold your hand, they were meant to press against the small of your back when walking through all crowds and helping you open up jars or hold your purse. They were meant to pick you up and slide underneath your shirt or slip past your waistband.
They were made to do what he was doing now, gently playing with your clit while the other kneaded your chest. Anton’s hands fully believed their purpose, rubbing slow circles until you let a tiny whine out right next to his ear.
“I’m watching the movie.” Anton said before pulling you into his side.
Anton felt your eyes trained on the side of his face, he could see in his peripheral that you bit your lip to try and hold back sounds he would mockingly shush you for making. When you realized he wasn’t budging you looked down, and a whimper slipped past your teeth at the view of Anton’s hand disappearing past your waistband. When Anton saw the view for himself he scooted closer on his side and brought your leg between his so you could feel his clothed dick jump against your leg. He slowly dragged his dick against your thigh before sliding his fingers further into your pants.
You never meant to end up with Anton’s hand underneath your shirt and the other in your pants. One moment you were on your back while Anton was on his side, the two of you getting ready to watch the movie. One thing led to another like it always did, Anton pulled you closer to his body as his hand traced shapes on whatever part of you he could reach. He always pretended that his teasing were mindless actions, that the tiny shapes on your stomach or the pinches on your arms was just a habit. Your habit was always getting strung up on the feeling of him touching you, and the side of his face that was just so pretty. The moment Anton noticed you were responding to him it was over. He started getting more grabby, moving his pinches to the fleshy parts of your waist and pressing deeper into your skin. He still kept his eyes on the movie as his hand traced shapes all the way to your waistband. He stayed there like the tease he was, folding and pawing at the elastic as it pressed into your skin. Anton always waited for when you would have enough and gently push his hand lower. Each time he would get a smirk on his face before turning to you, like he was fulfilling a purpose.
“You really do like my hands, huh?” He said teasingly.
He feigned indifference while his other hand was already working underneath your bra. Sometimes he didn’t even waste the time to push your shirt and bra up to your neck to reveal your chest. Something about the covertness of it all, seeing the movement underneath your layers of clothes. Anton liked feeling your bra press against the back of his hand and the waistband of your shorts on his wrist. The sight further solidified the notion that his hands were always meant to be on you in some capacity.
He was meant to pull noises out of you and cause you to arch your back and close your eyes in bliss. He was meant to kiss your cheek and watch you try and give him a distracted kiss back even though he had already pulled away. The movie was long forgotten, instead Anton tuned into the way you gripped his forearm and was so close to begging for more.
“Does it feel that good?” He asked with a smile still on his face.
“God. So good.” You mumbled.
Blessed are the hands that serve. Or was it Blessed hands serve? Whichever it was, Anton truly believed it. Anytime he had the opportunity to have you like this purely because of his fingertips he realized he was blessed. God himself shined down on Anton each time he was able to cause a twitch in your body or coax a hushed sound from your throat. He was blessed to have someone so receptive to his touch and respond to his ever word.
Sometimes it felt like you clung to every syllable, letting it hang in the air a few moments as your foggy mind thought of a response. Anton never meant to be a tease, but he developed the nasty habit of reveling in your reaction to his mockery and the way you clung to him so desperately.
He bent down until his nose was touching the side of your head and took his time bringing in a big inhale of you. He smelled the product you put in your hair that morning, the faint smell of your body soap that still clung to your skin and something else. Anton could only describe the scent as you, it permeated the air and stuck to his fingers and travelled all the way up to his nose. Anton wanted to bathe in it, he wanted to become it. He let out a shaky exhale into your hair, his warm breath absorbed by your already clammy skin. You let out a shaky breath yourself when Anton reached his hand further into your pants and pressed the pad of his finger to your slit.
“So wet.” He tsked.
You tried to turn your head to look at Anton, but he kept his face pressed to the side of yours. It forced you to look at the lump his hand created underneath the fabric of your shorts. He was baring witness too, smiling to himself when he watched your stomach twitch and jump in anticipation.
“Please don’t tease me.” You begged.
Anton’s smile only got wider, he was sure you could feel the curve in his lips against your skull and the smile in his voice as he spoke.
“Who said I was teasing you?” Anton pressed the pads of his fingers deeper into your slit, so close to actually being inside of you. “I’m just saying you’re really wet.” He reasoned.
You still shook your head, your hand that gripped his waist moved to hold the covers you sat on top of. When Anton would press particularly hard you would arch your back and try and preen your hips towards his fingers. The third time you let your hips flick upwards and a shaky breathy moan Anton laughed and kissed the side of your head.
“Want me to use my fingers?” He asked honestly.
The small amount of pride you had left a long time ago. You unabashedly nodded your head at Anton’s question, you even moved further to Anton’s body when he opened up his arm to you.
“Come here.” He cooed.
Anton put his arm behind your head and pulled you close to him. He pressed his fingers deeper and deeper into your slit, and finally you felt the relief of Anton’s two fingers pushing into your heat. When you parted your lips to moan and finally let out the sounds you kept muffled Anton pushed two fingers into your mouth.
He watched in satisfaction as the initial surprised waned to acceptance and in an instant Anton felt your tongue swirl over his digits. He felt the flat part of your tongue run over his smooth nail beds, and the tip of your tongue pry between the cracks in his fingers. Your tongue moving frantically pushed Anton to speed up his fingers inside of you, and he pulled away slightly to see your eyes closed in bliss. He took the time to gaze down at your own hands, one of them fisting the covers while the other clutched at his clothed thigh. He went back to the sight of his hand underneath your shorts, doing what they did best. When your teeth grazed his fingers Anton quickened the pace of his fingers and worked in a third when you stopped sucking on his fingers completely. Your hand that was playing with the duvet cover grabbed his wrist to push it deeper into your pants.
“Anton.” Your words came out muffled from his fingers that pressed into your tongue. “I’m close.”
His hum of acknowledgment was becoming whiny, he started feeling himself pulse at the sight of you becoming undone. Intense fulfillment flooded over Anton seeing you screw your eyes shut and whimper around his fingers. He placed a kiss to the side of your cheek and sped up his hand fighting against the resistance of your shorts and underwear.
“Your fingers are so nice.” You whimpered.
When Anton bent his fingers at the knuckle inside of you, your entire body seized up. He started grinding the butt of his palm against your clit and used the figners that weren’t in your mouth to turn your head completely towards him. He kiss your occupied lips, he flicked his tongue against yours and his fingers that were still wedged into your mouth. Anton continued kissing your through your open-mouthed pants and moans, making up for your delayed kisses tenfold. He continued kissing you when your whimpers turned to labored moans and your nails dug into his wrist. He just continued licking and kissing your mouth and his fingers while pumping in and out of your spasming heat.
When your body stopped twitching and you started shaking your head from the overstimulation, Anton finally stopped. He pulled his hand from your mouth and fixed your disheveled shirt. He preserved the tiny string of spit that connected your parted lips to his fingers until he got to the bottom of your shirt. He pulled down the pinched end of your bra to make sure it covered your chest the same way it did before. After that when your body went limp, Anton finally drew his fingers from inside of you. He pulled his hand from your pants, following the lump he caused and the sound the elastic waistband hitting your skin. His eyes went to his fingers, sticky and glistening while he held it up to both of your faces. Anton felt your flushed cheek burn against his as he slowly pressed his fingers together and pulled them apart, watching the slimy strings of your cum web between the digits.
Anton watched with a fascination that ended with a breathy laugh when you covered your face. He stuck his fingers into his mouth, licking up everything until he no longer tasted you. When he was done he used his wet fingers to tilt your chin towards him, and he pressed his lips to yours in one last sweet kiss. Anton smiled when he noticed you taste yourself on his lips, and he pulled away to gently rub your cheek. When you uncovered your face and opened your eyes Anton laughed at your blown out pupils that were only just starting to return back to normal.
“Let’s get back to the movie.”
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Anton walked through the maze of cubicles calmly. His dress shoes made a dull sound against the carpeting that lined the office floors. He was making his way to the shared kitchen, where the trusted old coffee pot had a cup just for him. After his cup of milky white and sweet coffee he would be okay. He just had to make it there first.
His eyes that were pointed forward suddenly casted down when he passed by the cubicle right around the bend. Sweat instantly lined his palms as he felt the intense stare follow his frame. He couldn’t leave the area of the cubicle fast enough in his effort of appearing nonchalant. He failed so severely at being calm that when the sound of an office chair rolled across the carpet Anton stumbled forward. His gait faltered and the sound of typing ceased for a second before everyone went back to their screens. Anton cleared his throat and looked downwards before continuing his trek to the kitchen.
He almost tripped over his feet at the sudden change in pace. He felt like he was being hunted. He couldn’t hide in the men’s bathroom on the other side of the office, he couldn’t turn back to his desk without seeming crazy to his coworkers. He had no choice but to continue walking right into the trapped space of the kitchen.
For a second Anton felt relief. Sohee was already in the kitchen, warming up his breakfast like he always did. Anton shared a grateful hello with his friend, but as soon as relief washed over him panic won again. Sohee grumbled about a task dur before lunch and that he would have to eat at his desk. The same time Sohee left the sound of heels clicking across the threshold of the doorframe corralled Anton to the corner where the coffee pot sat.
Even when he was cornered like a wild animal he still tried maintaining composure, grabbing the pot with a shaking hand and pouring it into his designated cup. When he left enough room for the extra cream and extra sugars the heels ceased. Now in his fixed view of the ground he could see your feet too, standing next to his.
He said nothing. He knew what was coming as he felt sweat line his lower back.
“Did you steal a pair of my underwear?”
You asked the question casually, leaned against the counter of the break room. You should’ve looked at your nails when asking the question to really drive the point home that you were unbothered. But you would’ve missed the chance to see Anton’s full body freeze, completely forgetting he was making a sickly sweet concoction out of his morning coffee.
Almost a minute passed before Anton came back to life. He had a full system reboot, looking past you to double check that the break room was completely empty. He also made an attempt to seem nonchalant, but it crumbled when he realized the rest of his sugars were on the counter past your body. You saw Anton’s eyes wander to your waist that was leaned next to his sugar packets, you could see the little hamster in Anton’s mind trying to find a way out of this situation. You only pressed further, leaning towards him causing him to slightly lean back.
“Did you really steal another pair?” You emphasized your words this time and spoke in a low voice to show Anton how shocked you were. “I’m disappointed Anton. Really.” You said.
You smiled to yourself seeing his red neck and his Adam’s apple bob from nervousness. His necktie seemed too tight around his neck. If you were in a more private place you would’ve played with the solid navy tie, maybe even pull at the end until Anton stumbled forward. When he let his head hang forward to shake it you could see the tips of his ears become bright crimson.
“I didn’t steal it.” He answered meekly.
Anton stopped looking at the hand on your hip and went to his milky white cup of coffee instead. It would be unbelievably bitter without the sugars next to your body, but he would just have to deal with it. He needs to get back to the safety of his cubicle soon and as far away from you as he possibly could. But you only got closer, the sound of your dress shoes clacked against the linoleum floor as you took a step forward.
“Are you sure?” Anton nodded his head the same time you tilted yours in confusion. “You know what pair I’m talking about though, right?”
Anton knew exactly what pair you were talking about. The lacy black pair with the tiny bow on the thin waistband in front and the very low cut in the back. You never wore the pair to bed, but you often wore it with low rise pants or tights because you could never see the panty line from the back. The pair hugged your ass perfectly, forming to your shape like a lacy second skin. Anton remembers the first time you showed him the pair, pulling up his hoodie and doing a little twirl to show the back and the front. He remembers the tense feeling in his jaw when he saw the fabric disappear between your ass cheeks and the stern look on your face when you told him he couldn’t rip this pair.
Anton also remembers hearing you tell him it was your favorite. No wonder you were looking for them.
They were right next to your pillow this morning, still balled up and still wet from the impromptu gag Anton begged for the night prior. The pair was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, a burning reminder of the position you had him in yesterday. He barely remembered when you pulled the pair from his mouth after you two were done; it was hard to remember anything when Anton realized how perfectly the pair fit in his hand.
Anton developed an inexplicable liking for your panties. The very first time he ever got a smell was when he went down on you. Instead of pulling your panties to the side he was drawn in, pressing his nose deep into the cotton as you writhed from the tip of his nose prodding your slit. Anyon was tempted to lave his tongue over the part that covered your cunt, you were already seeping through the fabric when you pushed your panties to the side.
Your full body shivered at the cool air of your room and Anton shook at the musky scent of you and the heat coming off in waves.
After the first taste he was hooked. When Anton looked at your hands impatiently tapping the surface of the counter he was taken back to you opening his mouth by squeezing both sides of his face. Your prodding fingers smushed his cheeks and pried between his jaw causing his mouth to open. Anton was already weak from feeling you on top of him, he was no match against your greedy fingers. The second his plump lips parted he felt the intrusion of the damp cotton, stuffed into his mouth by your index and middle finger of your other hand. He groaned around the fabric and whimpered when you bounced on his dick faster than before. When he gathered the strength to open his eyes he saw you smiling at your handy work.
“Since you like to smell them so much I bet you’ll eat them too?”
Of course he would. He would swallow them whole if he could. That’s why Anton couldn’t stop himself from taking the pair while you were still sleeping. The first taste was sitting in the locked drawer of his desk currently. It was perverse, it felt like he was committing a crime when he brought the pair close to his face before taking in a deep breath. But Anton couldn’t resist slipping the pair in his pants or balling it up in his fist when he reminisced on the night before. He was a strong man, but when it came to having any part of you at his disposal he was weak. What he had in mind for your pair of panties tonight was too good to pass up. So he hurriedly plucked the pair from your bed before kissing your forehead and walking out your door. He swore the smell lingered in the air now, the smell of coffee was replaced with the sweet smell of you. Each time Anton blinked he saw the pair in his desk, balled up atop his manilla folder and files.
“The black pair, right?” Anton asked.
He made the mistake of looking you in the eye again. You saw right through him, he knew it. But he still played dumb, trying his best to forget what he did hours prior before leaving your apartment.
“I was looking for them this morning after you left and I just couldn’t find them anywhere.” You said.
Anton shrugged his shoulders and you shrugged yours the same way mockingly. There was silence between the two of you for a moment, and Anton could see the knowing smile spread across your face. He quickly let out a breath of annoyance and rolled his eyes. Maybe indignation could distract you from the fact that he can’t lie to you and he could blame the blush on his face form being asked such a personally question at work instead of being caught red-handed while trying to make his morning coffee.
“Why do you think I always,” Anton looked around the break room again to make sure you two were still alone. “steal your underwear?” He said, lowering his voice.
“Remember that cute pink pair I had?” You spoke at a normal volume, you even took the extra step to take your hand from your hip to point at your lower stomach “With the red heart on the front?” You asked.
The answer to your question was Yes, how could I forget? It was the pair I bought you. But Anton was stunned to silence. He knew where you were going with your line of questioning before you parted your lips to speak again.
“The pair I found underneath your pillow, remember?” You looked at the sugar packets on the counter and mindlessly started messing with them. “Or the red pair that was all balled up in the top drawer of your dresser? Now that one was still kind of—”
“Stop.” Anton said quickly.
He admittedly had the habit of keeping them in various places. Once you opened up the glove compartment of his car and your green thong tumbled out. One time it was the sky blue pair hanging off the corner of his home office computer, like it was motivation for him to turn in a work assignment. There was also the one time you found a pair in the pocket of his sweats. Each time you would grab the pair dramatically with the tips of your fingers, holding it up to his view like it was evidence. Anton would always see the verdict of the evidence on your lips and the wideness of your eyes.
He knew he was sick. He knew he was perverse and he knew you knew it too; but something arguably even more disgusting inside of Anton was happy about it. Arguably being a thief was better than whatever Anton was, but he genuinely believed if the title fell from your lips he’d wear it proudly. He’d put it right next to his ID badge, maybe even a pin right next to the pronouns on his lanyard. Pervert/Freak written in big bold letters in your handwriting. A trophy on his desk that read #1 Panty Stealer. Sometimes late at night when you weren’t with him and Anton had a pair covering his eyes and another wrapped around his dick he could see the words fall so clearly on your lips. He could see the disgust in your eyes like a vision, feel the red hot embarrassment wash over him like it was happening in real life. He imagined you’d even take it a step further, not stopping until he pitifully shook his head and told you with a shaking voice that it wasn’t true.
Even now with the little bit of teasing Anton felt that sick thrill all around his body. He admittedly left your apartment in a hurry this morning, not realizing he slept through his alarm. He barely had enough time to go home and change to proper office attire before driving all the way back to work. He felt off center this whole day, and the teasing he’d usually be able to rebuff was making sweat line his back and make himself uncomfortable in his slacks. The longer you kept an unfaltering look on him the harder it was for him to focus. He prayed that his partially turned body hid what he didn’t want you to see—atleast not here.
Just when Anton thought the tension was going to eat him alive, someone came into the break room. Eunseok had his headphones on, barely sparing a glance over his shoulder at Anton and you leaned against the counter hogging up the coffee machine. Anton looked to him quickly before snapping his vision away. Eunseok did his best to ignore the panicked look and did everything in his power to not read the room. He was focused on his lunchbox in the refrigerator and that’s it. He didn’t even want to stick around to microwave his food, he doesn’t mind cold sandwiches. He was in and out, not even bothering to exchange a friendly greeting.
When Eunseok left, Anton knew it was time to admit defeat. He had a report to get back to and the remaining bits of his pride to salvage. So When you cocked your hip to the side waiting for an answer Anton let out a deep sigh.
“Do you want them back?” Anton asked quietly.
He thought about your pair in the locked cabinet of his work desk. He wondered if you knew the exact whereabouts of this particular pair. He wondered what type of reaction it’d illicit if he walked you to his cubicle while his team was out for lunch and opened up the locked cabinet for you. Would your eyes widen the same way they did the first time realizing how far Anton went? Would you tell HR? Would you finally tell Anton what he so desperately wanted to hear?
You only smiled sweetly before ripping the sugar packets and pouring it into Anton’s ceramic cup.
“Bring them by my place after work.” You answered.
You reached forward and brushed a piece of his hair out of his eye. You tilted your head affectionately before leaning in close. Anton swore he was going to hear the words fall from your lips when your hand went to cradle his warm cheek. He even closed his eyes in preparation to see it, not wanting to miss a single second. But you only took your hand away and turned on your heel before leaving the break room completely.
There was no way he was going to make it back to his desk.
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twelve grapes
➛ˎˊ˗ "'so much has changed since then, hasn't it?' anton said lightly. 'we're still the same,' you hum,'" 「 bestfriend!anton x besfriend!reader | 4.5k words 」
rainy day
➛ˎˊ˗ "you want to be a good host and offer him food or ask him if he's okay, but all the words are caught in your throat. instead, you gesture to the living room, showing anton it's okay to step into your apartment further." 「 ex!anton x ex!reader | 5.8k words 」
should’ve told me
➛ˎˊ˗ "you kept anton around longer than your should have. you're grown enought to admit that you should've let him down easy a long time ago, probably after the first time you hooked up." 「 fratboy!anton x college student!reader | 6.1k words 」
hello anton
➛ˎˊ˗ "the view of you and anton make is mesmerizing. he just wishes it wasn't so blurry." 「 boyfriend!anton x girlfriend!reader | 7.6k words 」
beanbag (feat. lee sohee)
➛ˎˊ˗ "the weed makes all three of you giggle. the situation is insane, unlike all your personalities to do this. your question serves as a buffer, forcing the three of you to really comprehend what is happening." 「 besfriend!sohee x bestfriend!reader x bestfriend anton | 6.1k words 」
show me
➛ˎˊ˗ "'you're my bestfriend, anton.' you try not to focus too much on his lips or his eyes as you try to remain neutral. 'you don't have to be embarrassed to tell me anything,' you say." 「 virgin!anton x bestfriend!reader | 7.5k words 」
peach fuzz
➛ˎˊ˗ "he heard rippling waves and the paddles of kayaks slicing through the water. he heard you draw in another breath and scoot even closer to his body. he looked at the sun reflect in the water and scooted closer to you too." 「 camp counselor!anton x camp counselor!reader | 12k words 」
paint you
➛ˎˊ˗ "'you should come by my class sometime. sometimes we get extra credit if we bring in live models.'" 「 swimmer!anton x art student!reader | 7.6k words 」
slope
➛ˎˊ˗ "still though, you can't help but think about him. tou would always look past anton fixing his jacket and slinging his messenger bag just to fix it again. you like looking from side to side in fake contemplation, like you both didn't know where you were heading to." 「 model!anton x camgirl!reader | 8.9k words 」
in chair
➛ˎˊ˗ "neither of you had a condom but that was okay because the recliner itself was one big condom, keeping you both safe from whatever absolutely couldn't happen." 「 anton x reader | 8.5k words 」
copycat
➛ˎˊ˗ "for a second you think you are in the wrong room completely, in your anton-induced haste you broke into someone else's quarters. but this was your room, amd it smelled like anton in here. not an overwhelming amount, because you could never get enough of him, but there was just more of him." 「 clone!anton x reader | 6.4k words 」
all night
➛ˎˊ˗ "'you always talked about torino. i was going to leave sungchan here and go to jeju-do next if we couldn't find you.'" 「 producer!anton x sahm!reader | 12.2k words 」
see you around:
➛ˎˊ˗ there is no consistency, no vulnerability beyond physical touch. the most anyone gets is a loose promise, an i'll see you around to keep the other person from straying too far.
「 swim captain!anton x college student!reader | 20.9k words 」
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never thought: (feat. song eunseok)
➛ˎˊ˗ anton is shy and doesn't say anything about the inner-workings of your relationship. everyone makes assumptions, eunseok included. he is able to see first hand what you two are like when no one is around.
「 boyfriend!anton x eunseok x girlfriend!reader | 9.5k words 」
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sweetheart:
➛ˎˊ˗ anton is a sweetheart. but he has a problem. he likes plotting on girls that judge books by their covers. his problem leads him to you, and he finds out that you have a problem of your own.
「 nerd!anton x nerd!reader | 13.2k words 」
part one | part two
okay but walk with me for a second…anton as regina…rich kid who is kind of a bully because you’re so carefree not having to worry about expectations, inheritance, presenting yourself a certain way, etc etc. i think he’d be mean just because of cliques and a little bit of jealousy “repulsion” kinda turning into something more…the idea of anton being a little mean but you like it ughhhh it’d be so hot
quick question, and this is life or death /j: which of your versions of riize do you think would be considered 'normal' in bed but has still had no complaints from actual partners. this is for science. also please tell all of your actor eunseoks that i'll call them.
-with love, 🪨🐯🦌
i have been pondering this…not to be biased but i think it would be sungchan. in my head he is extremely vanilla so i don’t think he would really be into kinky stuff but his pleasure is contingent on his partners’ so i think he would always make them feel good. “he’s vanilla BUT” would be the most common phrase when anyone is talking about him in bed. ANOTHER member i think this applies to would either be sohee or anton. i don’t see them being into kinky things but they would always make sure whoever they’re with is feeling good.
Anton is dating an alien off the depths of the ocean, Eunseok is dating a werewolf girly pop, Sungchan is dating a vampire and Wonbin is dating an elf. Sohee does not interact with these people he fucks mermaids.
anton is absolutely is dating an alien that he is so confused about but he just stopped asking questions because he realized the less he knows the better. he would also rather die than find out that you have an alien boyfriend or something.
eunseok dating a werewolf would be funny solely because he's a dog person. imagine he only starts talking to you because he's like a dog walker or something and they all go insane when you pass by them on the sidewalk.
sungchan with a vampire would be hilarious but...what about an angel. a little on the nose i fear but idk it would be so cute and he would absolutely be so clueless poor guy.
let me indulge you in wonbin being in a centuries long toxic relationship with a vampire...being like a thorn in eachother's sides but ALWAYS being there for some reason. like the red string of fate but much much worse.
sohee is a siren lover the only reason he hasn't fallen victim to one is because he sings pretty tunes with them❤️ shipwrecked but he somehow lives because one brought him to dry land.
