Just a small one that has been stuck on my drafts for a month.
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You come home exhausted. You've been out the whole day. All you can think about is how your boyfriend Anton is waiting for you at home—he already texted that he's waiting for you because he ordered takeout.
The moment you enter, Anton is up and ready, greeting you at the door.
"You're home!!" he says excitedly.
You smile up at him. He grabs your face in his hands and squeezes your cheeks. "My pretty baby."
Then he proceeds to peck you all over the face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your chin—and all you can do is giggle at the affection.
"You're so cuddly and cute today, Toni," you say, hugging his tall frame.
"It's 'cause I missed you, baby." He smiles and leans in for a kiss.
The kiss is slow, and you both smile into it.
"Let me go get dressed? And then we can eat?" you say.
You pull away and start walking toward the bedroom—but Anton attaches himself to your back and walks with you, literally glued to you.
You laugh and look back. "Baby, I'm only gonna go change clothes."
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.”
ʚɞ pairing: boyfriend!anton x girlfriend!reader
content: fluff // imagines // established relationship
word count: 536
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. you’re getting ready for an upscale club night while your long-term boyfriend, anton, lingers close— soft, affectionate, and just a little clingy.
you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, twisting open the pink tube of mascara.
you were getting ready to go out to a club for your friend’s birthday party, which they rented out a small roomed off section. you usually weren’t too fond of clubs— but this club was more upscale.
it was clean, classy, and expensive… so there was no way you could say no to that.
on the other side of the apartment was anton.
anton had been playing his video games in the living room on the flat screen tv.
you and anton had been dating for over 4 years and living together for 8 months. the dynamic between the two of you was perfect.
he was your calm. he didn’t stress you out. he just let you do you— and you loved that.
anton set the controller down, pacing over to the bedroom you guys shared.
he peeked into the bathroom, hands in his pockets as he leaned forward to catch a glimpse of you slyly.
your eyes though, darted immediately to his in the reflection of the mirror.
you smiled as you applied your lashes on, “hi.”
“hi,” he walked into the bathroom, coming up from behind you.
his large arms wrapped around your waist— nearly covering your whole abdominal cavity.
he placed his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling himself into your neck softly. “leaving me so soon?”
you let out a small giggle, “in 15 minutes.”
“i can drop you off,” he suggested, still keeping the same position he was in.
“my friend is picking me up, she’s already on her way.”
you put down the lash glue on the white bathroom counter, shifting yourself around anton’s big arms.
he let his arms dangle from your body, then placing them between you on the sink. you stood, caged in his arms— and you threw your arms over his neck, tippy toeing.
he leaned down and let you kiss his lips once.
you pulled back and stared into his eyes.
“you’re not going to be gone for too long, right?” he questioned, tilting his head to look at you.
you giggled, “no, baby. i’ll be home around 8 PM.”
you grabbed his hand and led him to the living room, both plopping on the couch next to each other. he grabbed your bare legs, as you were wearing a black mini skirt, and draped them over one of his legs.
“so much skin,”
he traced your legs with his long fingers as he stared at your expression.
“is it too much?” you ask.
“never.”
you laugh once again and leaned forward, pecking his cheek. you couldn’t help but admire how cute he was being.
“miss me already? i haven’t even left yet.”
anton pulled you onto his lap in a swift motion— effortlessly. his hands were on your hips, thumbs drawing small circles.
“i always miss you, even when you’re right beside me.”
your purse was sitting on the side table of the couch, and which he peered over to look at it.
“do you need some money?”
“no, i have enou—“
“i’ll send you some.”
a grin appeared on your face.
“ if you insist.”
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ authors note: guys i love anton. he was my actual first kpop bias eeeee #briize
✸ ︎⠀⠀ .bf!riize x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓅ervy things your bf does . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 established relationships , perverted acts , masturbation , voyerism , somno , perv!riize , mentions of porn , strong language , explicit descriptions . wc 1.4k
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shotaro.
secretly takes pics of you
it started with something innocent, truly. you were laughing at something on your phone, early morning sunlight catching on your cheekbones, hair a little messy from sleep. and he thought, ‘god, she looks so pretty like this.’ so he took a picture. but then he couldn’t stop, and now he does it without thinking. (without you looking.) the way your skirt rides up when you lean over something. the curve of your back when you stretch. your thighs pressed together while you sit comfortably. his favorite, though? the one he snapped from the hallway last night. you in the shower, steam clinging to your body, head tilted back as you rinsed your hair. he hadn’t meant to stare. but his cock was already hardening in his sweats, the shape of your body seared into his brain. and later, when you were asleep, he laid there on the couch stroking himself to the sight of you behind the glass, lips parted, body curved and arched so beautifully. “shit, baby…” he whispered in the dark, voice breathless. “so pretty…always so perfect…” he finishes with your photo still open, cum spilling onto his stomach as he imagines taking the next one—this time, one that you would know about. one with his cock between your thighs and your eyes looking right up into the lens.
eunseok.
films your pussy as you cum
you were still shaking, chest heaving, body limp and spread out on the sheets. alternately, eunseok had his phone already in his hand, and was busy angling it low between your thighs. his voice is deep when he speaks, eyes glued to the phone screen. “just for me, baby…” because he knows you’re too fucked-out to move or oppose. he knows you’ll let him. “just so i can watch it again later, yeah?” he whispers. he watches the slow throb of your pussy as his own cum mixes with yours and slips out of you. your aching cunt catching the light perfectly and glistening on camera. he closely watches the way you clench around nothing, so messy and fluttering and just ruined from how good he fucked you. he zooms in. he wants to replay it when he’s alone. wanting to see your slick mixed with his up close. the twitch of your cunt. the way your body immediately misses him after he’s pulled out. it was something only for him to see. and under his breath, almost reverent, he praises, “so fucking pretty like this…”
sungchan.
searches for porn videos that have girls who resemble you
sungchan doesn’t even pretend anymore. doesn’t pretend everything he does isn’t revolving around you. doesn’t click random videos or scroll for variety. he searches you. your hair, your beautiful skin, the exact shade of your lips when they’re swollen from kissing. he types in everything he can that the website would take. everything he remembers from earlier—the color of your lingerie, the gloss you were wearing, everything. and when he finds her — someone close enough to help just once, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath all day. “yeah…” he murmurs, cock already in hand. “fuck, you look just like her…” he starts stroking slowly, hips twitching as the girl on screen moans. it’s not your voice, but it’s close. close enough for him to imagine your face twisted up in pleasure, body arching for him. “wish it was you,” he groans through gritted teeth, jerking harder. “wish you’d let me do that to you…” he cums with your name on his lips, face in his mind — not hers. spilling all over his stomach as the video plays on, completely ignored. because it was never about the porn, or the girl in the video. it was always about you.
wonbin.
sniffs your dirty panties
he yanked them off of you barely twenty minutes ago. red lace, damp with arousal, your little moans still echoing in his head. you’re in the shower now, not knowing he’s pacing the bedroom with your panties clutched in his fist. he sits on the edge of the bed, bringing them to his face, and moans the second your scent hits him. sweet, sharp, soaked. he buries his nose in the center, tongue darting out to taste the mess you left behind. “fuck, baby…” he groans, cock already leaking in his palm. strokes himself slow while his mouth stays on the lace, cock twitching at the memory of how wet you were for him. “still so fuckin’ sweet…” he whispers, licking once more before pulling them down, slipping the panties over the head of his cock. the fabric, still damp, stretched tight around his tip. it’s warm, wet, so close to the real thing. he whines through gritted teeth, fucking into the lace like it’s your pussy. like you’re still wrapped around him, moaning his name. he cums with a sharp gasp, spilling into the red lace, soaking it all the way through. lets it stay there, sticky and wrapped around him while he breathes heavy. he tucks the panties back into the dirty laundry, under a shirt, like nothing happened.
seunghan.
calls you just to hear your voice while he cums
“fuck…pick up, pick up—please…” you answer with a sleepy little “hello?” his head falls back against the pillow, breath catching deep in his throat. “baby…” he groans, voice thick with desperation, “i’m so close—just keep talking, yeah? just let me hear you…your voice makes me so hard.” you ask him what he’s doing, but he’s already falling apart. “’m jerking off to you,” he pants, “have been all night. needed to hear you. just your voice, that’s all i need—fuck, fuck—baby, need to cum…” you hum softly, innocent but now knowing. “mm, you sound so pretty like this, baby…” seunghan breaks on the last word, breath hitching as he spills over his stomach he cums hard, hot and messy across his fist, hips twitching while he moans into the phone. he can barely breathe, chest heaving, your name falling from his lips like a chant. then silence. just him panting ragged and the wet sound of his fist finally slowing down. “…fuck,” he murmurs, breathlessly and utterly wrecked. “you make me so fuckin’ needy, baby.”
sohee.
jerks off while you sleep beside him
you’re on your side, facing him. lips parted, tits spilling from your tank top with every breath, the curve of your ass peaking out from underneath the covers. so close he can smell your shampoo, see the way your thighs press together under the blanket. sohee tries to look away. he really does.but his cock’s already hard under the blanket, aching as he watches your chest rise and fall. he moves slowly, careful not to wake you. stroking his dick under the covers, eyes fixed on your chest, imagining sliding between them, fucking them while you moan his name. his brain blank with the mental image of watching you moan and squeeze them tighter around him. you shift slightly, a little whimper, and he nearly loses it. “shit…so perfect…” he whispers. he finishes fast. silently. hand over his mouth and cum spilling over his hand. he lays there ruined and sweaty beside you. you shift in your sleep, murmuring and completely unaware. he just swallows hard and stares at the ceiling, whispering, “i’m so fucked up…”
anton.
buries his face in your bra when he finds it in the laundry
he finds it in the laundry pile hours after you leave. soft pink, lacey, tiny bow in the middle, a little worn from being your favorite, or rather, his favorite. anton stares at it for a second too long, swallowing hard. then he’s sinking to his knees, holding it with both hands like it might vanish if he touches it wrong. taking it back to his bed, he presses the cup to his nose first. breathes the smell of you in like he’s starving. then his tongue glides over the lace like he’s tasting your skin through it, mouth working slow and filthy, hips already grinding into the mattress below him. he moans into it, imagining your tits in his face, how you’d whimper if he sucked marks into them. “fuck…you don’t even know,” he mumbles into the bra, thrusting slow, precum leaking into his boxers. “don’t even know what you do to me…” he humps the bed harder, whimpering now. face flushed and desperate, still shoved into the cup. “wish you were still here…” he finishes with the bra still clutched in one hand, cum staining his stomach, breathless and red-cheeked. he completely wrecked by something you haven’t even realized you left behind. afterwards, he lays there, panting, sticky and dazed, holding the lace to his lips with a secret he’ll never confess.
the house was silent, enveloped by that unique calm that early morning brings. you stirred in bed, reaching out to his side… empty. you frowned, half asleep, before rising quietly. the dim light escaping from under the study door guided you. you walked barefoot, shuffling a bit until you carefully opened it.
and there he was, in a gray sweatshirt slung over one shoulder, disheveled and with his eyes fixed on the screen of the program where he was composing. his leg was moving rhythmically, his brow slightly furrowed, but his expression was changing with each note he was trying out. he looked so focused that you almost felt like interrupting him.
until he turned around.
his gaze softened as soon as he saw you, and he smiled thinly.
“i couldn't sleep,” he mumbled, taking off one of his headphones.
you didn't say anything. you just walked over to him and, without asking permission-because you didn't need to anymore-you sat sideways on his lap, hugging him by the neck.
he let out a little hoarse laugh, tired but happy.
“my night girl,” he whispered against your hair, as his arms wrapped around your waist. his nose brushed your cheek and left a slow, soft kiss.
“you've been here for hours,” you murmured softly, playing with the hem of his sleeve. “i missed you in bed…”
“i missed you too,” he replied. “i just wanted to finish this part…but with you here already, i think i have everything i need.”
another kiss. this time closer to the corner of your lips. then another on your forehead. His hand moved up and down your back, caressing you so calmly that sleep almost returned.
“will you fall asleep with me here for a little while?” you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“no,” he said softly, and just as you were about to answer, he added with a little smile, ”i'll sleep with you…but in bed. come on.”
and he carried you. just like that, as if you weighed nothing, as if it wasn't already dawn, as if the world could wait.
he carried you silently into the bedroom. but instead of leaving you on the bed, he sat you on top of him again, now on his legs, on the edge of the mattress. his hands stayed on your waist, firm, and his eyes roamed over you as if he was seeing you for the first time that night.
“do you know how hard it's to concentrate when i know you're just a few steps away from me… in your pajamas… in our bed?” he whispered, in that low, almost husky voice that escaped him as desire began to mix with affection.
you let out a nervous giggle, and he caught it with a kiss.
slow. deep. the kind that steals your breath, that starts soft and gets more desperate as the bodies get closer.
his hand moved, slowly, up your back, slipping under the fabric of your pajamas while the other lingered on your cheek, guiding the kiss as if he didn't want it to escape.
your breathing was already different. faster. more irregular. and he noticed. he always noticed.
“i love you,” he murmured against your lips. “and there isn't a night that goes by that i don't want to hold you like this… close. mine.”
he slid your panties to one side and went down to kiss your neck, with the patience of one who wants to savor every part. you clung to his shoulders, feeling the atmosphere becoming charged with something electric and warm. his sighs, his fingers that marked every centimeter they touched… and the world became just that: him, you, and the desire beating like a secret between your skins.
his lips kept moving down, leaving a trail of lazy kisses on your collarbone while his hands kept caressing your waist with a restrained need.
your heart was beating so loudly you was sure he could hear it.
“i need you close,” he whispered in a tone so low i shivered. ”you don't know how much…”
with an ease that only he had, he lay back taking you with him, trapping you in his arms as if he didn't plan to let you go. your body fit against his so naturally it hurt from how perfect it felt.
his hands, bolder now, crept over your breasts, caressing the bare, sensitive skin of them, pinching your sensitive nipples slowly, savoring every reaction he wrung from you. You moaned low, almost unwillingly, and you felt him smile against your skin.
“like this… stay like this,” he murmured, his voice a rough sigh, as his hand moved down your stomach, making you shiver until he lost himself in your wet heat, with his other hand, pulling you gently to deepen the kiss that was now anything but innocent.
his body, warm, strong, enveloped you completely, and between kiss and caress, he was guiding you, taking you to the edge of vertigo. your fingers clung to his shirt, tugging at it, wanting more. needing more.
his long fingers traced a back and forth over your wet panties, torturously delicious and slowly, you lifted your hips, awash in pleasure, he was making you lose your patience a little, as if he understood your pleas, which you were unable to formulate because of the condition you were in, he pushed aside your panties, focusing on circling over your sensitive clit and occasionally moving down and playing with his fingertips at your very wet entrance.
anton looked down at you, his eyes dark and dilated, and stroked your cheek as if it were something sacred.
“you don't know what you make me feel…” he said, panting slightly as he brushed his forehead against mine. ”you're mine…all mine.”
and then, his lips found yours again, and tangled between sheets, hungry kisses and desperate whispers, letting the night envelop them completely.
⧼ 📎 ⧽ 一 pairing。 ⸝⸝ sohee x fem!reader wc. 0.2k contains! mentions of oral ( m ) , solo sohee { back to library }
( request ). hear me out, perv sohee watching reader eat a lollipop or popsicle and wishing it was him 😮💨
he was gonna throw those damn popsicles in the trash if he ever got a chance to — it was your fault and you weren’t even aware , you didn’t even know you were the reason his dick was begging to be freed from his sweats.
you were simply just eating ; no sucking on the cold treat that wonbin had absentmindedly given to you , and sohee was losing his mind over it — god he wished it was him.
and that’s all he could think of as he stroked his cock , his hands already sticky from his last three attempts to relieve himself , he couldn’t get you out of his mind , just thought of you sucking on that popsicle made his dick harder , the thought of your mouth on him , sucking him off like you did earlier. “fu-fuck.” he cursed.
your shirt , the very shirt you’ve been complaining about pressed against his nose as he took in your scent , squeezing the base of his cock , hips bucking up in his hand , his cock twitching as he came , covering his stomach in more of his stick load — but he wasn’t done , the thought of you and the popsicle clouding his vision again , his cock hardening even more making him whimper , he couldn’t do it by himself .. he needed you for real.
synopsis: in which your sweet soft spoken bf wrecks you and you love it <3
warnings: pwp(porn no plot), established relationship, shower sex, dom!anton x sub!fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it), oral (m receiving), pet names(use of princess), slight degradation and praise kink, fingering, proof read.
a/n: this may be a one off thing…unless you guys like it i might write more anton fics 👀
18+ MDNI suggestive content under the cut
you have been warned.
what a night.
you’d think, your loving boyfriend just got off of work. sweet boy so busy going through cases at his law firm. stuck between cubicles and papers all day. poor boy just wanted to relieve stress. good thing he had you. 
but the way he wrecked you. it surprised you every time.
but he’d always clean you up. like now, it was after you finished in the bedroom. you were tired naturally—a side effect of a night with your boyfriend. you two were in the shower, he was scrubbing you with some soap making sure to get your back for you. but you could feel him behind you. not just him. but something poking your butt.
“babe are you hard?”
he only let out a soft laugh. everything he did was soft. his voice, his touch, his kisses, everything.
“how can i not be.. i mean look at you”
“we just-“ you turned around to look at him. and you could see it in his eyes, he wasn’t gonna drop it.
“please” his voice so soft, a complete contrast to how he was a few minutes ago when he was pounding you into the bed sheets.
how could you say no to him?
you nodded, a quiet signal that you’d let him do whatever he pleased with you. a devilish smirk accompanied his lips.
“good girl.” he’d praise you, like you only had one choice. to obey. he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down gently till you were on your knees in the shower. “now be good, and take me like you know how” he’d gesture. thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
his hands were large, veiny, and slippery from the hot steamy shower water that sprayed you both. he’d watch as you nodded, and your mouth opened wide. god he loved it when you looked up at him like that. so obedient and needy. just how he liked it.
his cock was met with the warmth of your mouth that took him in so well. he let out a groan that echoed in the bathroom, his free palm rested on the wet wall. fingertips gripping it just a bit.
you worked your mouth on him, knowing exactly what he liked. hollowing your cheeks around his thick girth. bobbing your head with practiced ease. his tip hitting the back of your throat. causing you to gag on him, but that didn’t stop you from sucking him in.
his hand still rested on the back of your head. holding your hair as he fucked into your mouth desperately. “that’s my girl, fuck-“ he’d throw his head back. eyes closing shut tight. his adam’s apple on display. uncontrollably groaning with each pass of your wet mouth. you made sure to never break eye contact with him even as you gagged when his cock thrusted into your mouth so deeply.
“gonna gag on my cock, hm? take’n it so well?” his dirty nothings falling out of his lips. his soft voice, barely louder than the water droplets hitting the floor. you always wondered how he’d manage to say such filthy words while maintaining that sweet whisper.
tears started to well up in your eyes the more you took him in your mouth, and you could feel him twitch inside you each time he’d thrust. “‘m gonna cum- princess, be good, swallow it” he bit down on his bottom lip. knees buckling as he released his milky liquid into your throat. to which you swallowed without hesitation.
his balance faltered a bit as he helped you off your knees. he tucked a wet strand of your hair behind your ear, pecking your lips. “you did so good for me,” a pause, “but i’m not done with you yet” he’d whisper into your ear.
you were distracted by his voice soothing your ears to notice his hands trailing down your abdomen and stopping right at your clit. your legs immediately clamped around his hand, trapping him there. sensitive to his warm fingers.
to that he smirked, feeding off your reaction. he started to rub circles into your pussy. an overwhelming wave of bliss flooded you as he fingered your sensitive bundle of nerves. your heat pooling with slick and arousal. you could barely keep your balance from the intensity. knees bucking and thighs trapping his wrist so tight. he held your waist upright and flush to his skin, your arms gripped his shoulders to steady yourself.
then your breath started to pick up, soon turning into moans. loud uneasy noises gracing his ears as he kept your bodies touching. wet steamy skin from the shower. the cold chain of his necklace flush to your chest.
you started to rut your hips into his hand, craving more friction. “look at you” he’d breathe, “all needy. fucking yourself into my hand” anton chuckled lowly into your ear.
“need- more.. anton..” you babbled incoherent sentences. whining into his ear. he knew you’d be teased from his fingering, but he loved to watch you squirm beneath him, begging for more.
“yeah? you ‘gonna beg for it princess?” that sentence assured you he was teasing. that he wanted to watch you beg for him. beg for his dick. you knew because he was always like this. a tease, his way to watch you crumble every time.
“please, please fuck me” you’d whine in his ear. your doe eyes locking on him. pupils blown, voice whiny and pleading. his fingers still stroking your aching core. yearning to be filled by him.
and who was he to deny his adorable princess? “that’s it.” he cooed tenderly. “can’t say no to that face” his expression forming a half-smile, half-smirk. he then hoisted your legs up, his strong arms lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. flushing your back pressed against the shower tile. his veins popping through his muscles. you couldn’t believe just how attractive your -gentle- boyfriend could be. everything he did turned you on, and he could say the same about you.
your arms wrapped around his neck, and his taller body hovered over you. his tip finally finding its way to align with your soaked heat. he could feel it, the radiating heat that only wanted to make him push in more.
both of you were craving this, eager to have you pleading just for him. he didn’t waste time. shoving his girth straight into your tight pussy. he buried in deep, thrusting up into you. a loud moan escaped you both. unable to hide the pleasure of being fully stretched by him.
“my princess- shit, she takes me so well” he’d say, his voice hoarse. that light airiness of his tone faltering with rasp with each groan he let out. deepening between your gummy walls.
you were a mess, but you loved every second of the merciless way he’d fuck you. thrusts so deep it’d kiss your cervix. back arched so far from the pleasure he’d give you. looking at you with lustful eyes.
his necklace dangled over you. that ‘a’ initial dangling right between your mouth. with each drag of his shaft, you watched it swing back and forth above you.
you always found anton’s necklace incredibly alluring. the perfect thing to remind you just how hard he was thrusting in you, with each swing of the chain. your mouth wrapped around the smooth metal. pulling it into your mouth with your tongue, and sucking it as you looked up at him.
“fuck” he’d moan, completely driven by you, what you had just done was so hot and it took him aback. making his cock twitch inside of you.
“gonna make me cum like that,”
his voice ragged in your ear. you’d moan against his necklace before nodding your head. “close too..” you whimpered. your fingernails dragging against his back. leaving scratch marks behind. the act pulled him closer to you, if that was even possible.
he felt your walls squeeze him tight, sinking him further. his pace became sloppy the closer he got to his second orgasm. when your climax hit, a loud cry followed. anton would grunt when he felt your juices drench his cock. filling you up with loads of his seed.
when he pulled out, you were dripping a mixture of his and your cum. barely able to stand up straight when he put you down. knees wobbly, and legs weak. holding him tightly to try and steady yourself. a dazed expression on your face as you were brought to reality after hitting such an intense orgasm.
anton’s arm stayed around your back holding you close and stable. his other hand cupping your cheek into his palm. “my girl did so good” he’d praise, then kiss your forehead, your cheek, your nose, your lips. each kiss delicate to savor your taste on his lips. his voice still that soft warm tone.
you were ruined but cradled in his arms.
anton slipped back into being your sweet, soft-spoken boyfriend, caring for you just like he always did. knowing exactly how to break you down only to piece you back together again. and that was exactly how you loved it.
“can we actually shower now?”
you’d ask him. light teasing to your tone. the sound of your guys’ laughter filled the bathroom. the eventful night coming to an end with the both of you washing each other clean in the shower.
synopsis: you and sungchan have a cheeky ten month old jinsu who to you does no wrong and it drives sungchan insane (you guys have two kids jinsu who is ten months old and your daughter jisu is two)
pairing: dad!sungchan x reader
warnings: fluff, cheeky baby, drabble
a/n: me actually doing a riize story on my riize account 😱😱 i have like four stories done (&team, cortis, nexz, bnd)
having a hyper infant keeps you and sungchan on your feet at all times.
sungchan really tries to give you a break taking jinsu with him every time he goes to dance practice but the problem is that jinsu is a mamas boy so after an hour away from you he’ll start babbling “mama?” every few seconds and if he realizes you’re not around he’ll immediately fall out into a tantrum.
that’s what sungchan tells you but you don’t believe it as jinsu is really hyper but he’s not the tantrum type.
“how do you not believe meee?!” sungchan whines as jinsu just screamed the whole way home but immediately stopped when they made it home.
it’s like a switch and it makes sungchan go crazy since you never actually witness it.
you look down at jinsu who’s happily climbing you like a jungle gym and babbling“you want me to believe my tiny baby throws tantrums already?”
“yes?” sungchan groans as jinsu doesn’t even hide his favoritism.
there’s even been times where jinsu will bite sungchan with his four teeth but he’s never done it to you.
one day you’re laying with jisu as she talks about her toys and sungchan yelps from the kitchen.
he comes in the room with jinsu who’s softly smiling “he just bit my shoulder?!” sungchan whines.
“not my sweet baby boy” you say as jinsu reaches for you smiling softly and sungchan groans “you both drive me insane..”
on jinsu’s first birthday you make jinsu fruit puree for breakfast and you leave sungchan to feed him while you go to wake up jisu and when you come back there’s puree all over sungchans bare chest, on his face and in his hair and jinsu is just carelessly babbling and eating the puree off his hands.
“what happened?” you ask softly grabbing a napkin to clean sungchan up.
“he literally won’t stop blowing raspberries while i feed him” he sighs and you smile.
“i ranted to my mom about him and she told me he just acts like me as a kid” he scoffs crossing his arms.
“that’s so cute mini sungchan” you smile and he fights back a smile as he groans “whatever i guess”
when it’s time for the party or really just the mini get together you’re carrying jisu playfully while sungchan is holding jinsu and when jinsu sees you smothering jisu with kisses he looks at sungchan before scrunching his face up letting out a loud wail as he wants your attention too and you turn surprised as you see jinsu throwing a tantrum in sungchans arms.
