playlist — feel good, in this darkness, let you go (clara la san)
based on this ask tysm I almost forgot about this incident
you thought he was asleep, you really did. his thin white shirt was bunched up from the way he’d knocked out on the couch, abs on display, and you couldn’t resist sneaking closer. a tiny peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right? your fingers barely ghosted over his waistband before tugging it lower, eyes fixed on the sharp lines of muscle disappearing into his sweats
that's when his hand shot out, catching your wrist
“come on, baby,” riki murmured, voice low. "use your words"
your heart skipped and then pounded, your lips parting but nothing came out except a stutter. ”i—i just wanted to—”
“wanted to what?” he teased, tugging you down until you were straddling him, his shirt clenched in your hand. his smirk widened when he saw your face flush. “wanna touch me? stare at me? what is it?”
“want you..” your words slipped out in a rush but that was all he needed
his mouth was on yours in an instant, tongue hot and all up in you, swallowing your whimpers as his hands slid under your shirt, palms caressing your skin. he kissed you sloppy, hungry, and wet. by the time his lips trailed down your jaw and left hickeys all over your neck, you were already grinding helplessly on the growing bulge under you
“fuck, look at you,” he groaned, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion before shoving yours up to your chest. his hands cupped your tits, the size difference was crazy. he sucks and teases your nipples until you whined his name, “ride me please. wanna see you make a mess on me.”
heat shot through your stomach. he shifted lower, guiding you until your bare pussy was pressed against his ridged stomach. the first grind dragged your clit right across the cut of his abs and your breath hitched, hips jerking again out of pure pleasure
“that's it. fuck yourself on me,” he coaxed, voice husky. his thumbs pinched at your clit, softly rubbing until you whined louder. “use me, baby. rub that pretty pussy on me until you’re dripping.”
you rocked against him, messy and desperate, wetness smearing over his skin. every flex of his abs fucked you just right, his teasing words making your walls flutter and mind dumber. you tried to chase more, harder, but your thighs were already trembling :c
“too much?” riki smirks, propping himself up on his shoulders. “didn't even last, did you? aw what are we gonna do with you, pretty girl..”
you whined, hips trembling as you ground down harder, his abs glistening with your slick. your eyes couldn’t leave it—his tattoo, inked low on his pelvis, teasing just beneath the waistband of his boxers. every time you rocked down, every inch of friction pressed you closer to it, and the sight of it made you melt against him
riki’s hands shot up, gripping your hips firmly. “don't wanna overwork you, baby,” tugging you down onto him harder. “but still want you on me…”
you gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he tilted your hips with his strong grip, pressing you flush to his pelvis—right at his tattoo. his cock, thick and throbbing under the thin fabric of his boxers, brushed against your back, teasing
“shit, you’re so wet,” he muttered, thumbs rolling over your hips, pulling you even closer.
“gonna make you mine, yeah?” he groaned, hands almost bruising your hips. “let's try something fun”
before you could decide against it, he rolled you both carefully onto the couch, positioning you so your legs straddled his shoulders—pussy right above his face. your eyes widened at the angle, but the heat pooling low in your stomach made rejection impossible
he groans, hand cupping your ass, tilting your head so your lips hovered over his tip. “can you handle this, baby?”
you whimpered, slick already dripping down onto his chin, and he wasted no time. riki's tongue traced the seam of your folds, flicking and sucking, dipping into you with precision. the pleasure made your back arch, thighs trembling
“shit,” he groaned, hands gripping your hips, pressing you flush to his mouth. “so wet…taste so good…my girl…”
you gasped and moaned around his cock as his tongue slid inside you, circling, teasing, lapping at the exact spots that made your head spin. every pass of his lips and tongue had your walls clenching around him, your hips rocking instinctively down into him
“mmmh… just like that…” he groaned, plunging his tongue deeper, nipping at your sensitive bud
“taste so fucking good,” he growled, tongue going in and out as you reach your high, lips sucking, nipping, teasing every inch of you. “i'm all yours… take all of me, angel.”
your hips moved in frantic rhythm, grinding against his face, your slick might as well be his saliva, every single nerve on fire. his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to sit on his face, thumbs rolling over the curve of your cheeks
he groaned, face buried inside you, trembling. his hands clutched your thighs tighter, tilting your hips, completely pussy drunk on you
every lick, every grind against his face, pushed you closer to the edge. your walls kept fluttering around him, hips rocking, as his tongue never leaving you wherever you moved, like he's fucking starving.
you gasped, unable to speak, lost entirely to the heat building in your stomach. his breathless, broken moans only turned you even more on
you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening w every grind, every press of your hips against his tongue sending sparks through you. he hummed, moaned, and groaned against you, tongue circling, plunging deep, licking, sucking, nipping—i mean dang, he's completely obsessed with you
“ki… oh fuck… mm…” you whimpered, words breaking into gasps as his tongue worked you over relentlessly. he hummed, completely fucked out by the taste of you, the warmth of your folds, your weight on his face. he was suffocating beneath you, fingers clutching your hips, completely submitting to you
the overstimulation hit suddenly, your back arched, hands gripping his sweats as your walls clenched around nothing but air and friction from his nose, your slick coating his face completely. yoh let go, hips jerking against him, quivering uncontrollably as a rush of heat washed over you
even as your high hit, you could feel his hips twitching beneath you, cock still hard and throbbing, pressing against your face. you laid down, completely dazed, but he held you firmly, hands gripping your ass, tongue still flicking
and as your thighs quivered on either side of his head, it was clear that this night was far from over
cw freaaaakyyy / MDNI !!!!（＾∇＾） dry humping, teasing, dom!riki, praise kink i guess, p in v, nipple play (barely), fingering, oral fixation (finger sucking), you say riki about 67 times, belly bulge, raaawww (plz stay protected), and ghats probably about it.
pls bare w me this is my first time writing smut 😸 also im so sorry for ghosting you guys i got dumped and I've literally been on my period for two weeks?? I don't know what's going on with my life anymore but i'm finally off vacation in 2 days #caligirlagain #hellocollege enough talking lesgo! 2600 wc
you unlock the door and he stumbles in behind you, arms still draped across your shoulders like he’s hanging on for dear life. his ahh heavy asl but you don’t mind, not really... especially not when he’s nuzzling into your neck like that
“you good?” you ask, pushing your shoes off as he clumsily kicks his off too
he hums, not even answering, just letting out a soft little sigh as he hugs you tighter from behind. you feel his lips press gently against your neck
“riki…”
he lets out a lazy giggle, “your hair smells good”
“sure, babe,” you mutter, guiding him into your room
he doesn’t let go even as you lower him onto the bed. instead, he pulls you with him, arms locked around your waist until you’re straddling his lap. your breath catches, both at the position and the way he’s looking at you, glassy-eyed and so hot
he leans up, lips brushing your jaw, cheek, nose, lips—basically everywhere, like hello?? does he want u dead. your hands instinctively reach to steady him, but your fingers end up tangling in his hair at the nape of his neck instead 🤤🤤
“ki…” you whisper, heart pounding, voice smaller now, “you’re drunk”
“i know,” he breathes, lips pressing against your collarbone, “i know i am…”
you shiver
“but i’m not dumb, baby” he pulls back slightly to look at you, really look at you. his hands slide up your back, “i know what i want”
you stare at him, helpless, “you’re not thinking straight”
“no,” he says, softer now, eyes flicking down to your lips, “i’m thinking about you”
he leans in again, kisses you slow and warm, and you melt for a second before pulling back, just barely
“riki…”
“you want it too, right?” he whispers, his forehead against yours
you blink, stunned.
“say something, yn,” he murmurs, hands still on your waist, holding you there, grounding you
you breathe in shakily, “hmph”
he smiles like that’s all he needed to hear
“then let me kiss you,” he whispers. “just kiss. promise.”
oh u know damn well he's gonna break that promise😹
and when you finally nod, his mouth is on yours. needy. his hands pull you closer, and you let him, heart hammering as he kisses you
at first, it’s slow but he’s so warm beneath you, mouth soft and eager, and the second your hand slides up the side of his neck, he groans into you
his hands move, curling under the hem of your shirt, thumbs grazing the skin at your waist, and even through the haze of alcohol on his breath, everything he does feels intentional
you’re breathless when he kisses you again, rougher this time. deeper. like he’s starving for u
“fuck,” he mutters, voice husky against your mouth, “yk how much i held myself back earlier?”
you shiver, biting your lip, trying so hard to hold yourself back from grinding against him. “you’re drunk”
“not dumb” his hands are still on you, still touching, “i know what this is. i know what you are. i know what i'm doing”
you shake your head, trying not to lose it when he trails kisses down your jaw, the side of your neck, your shoulder. you feel his breath, hot and uneven, and when you grind on his lap "accidentally," his grip tightens
“shit—” he whispers, “you freaky lady”
"says you!!" you bite your lip, blinking down at him, “you’re so clingy when you drink”
“i’m clingy all the time,” he says, hands moving up your sides, slow. "i try my best to hide it"
his voice is soft, almost vulnerable, and the words sink in and you find yourself melting against him even more.
you lean in, lips brushing over his cheek, his neck, "yk u don't have to hide that from me"
his grip tightens on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin, holding you close as if he's afraid you might pull away, "really now?"
your response is a quiet, "mhm," and you can feel his breath hitch at your words as he thrusts up into you
"mmhh.. riki..."
he leans up, mouth crashing into yours with a low growl, lips soft, mouth open, tongues sliding together, everything so fucking hot. your hands flew up to his shoulders, fingers curling into his hair as he deepened the kiss, his hips pressing flush to yours
"fu.." you moaned against riki's mouth, already breathless, already arching further into him as if you weren't still fully clothed
he let out a low, breathy chuckle, "baby you're already so. wet. we're barely even starting.."
his eyes trail down your body, your tits nearly spilling out of your shirt, skirt and panties in the way of his hard on
"fucking nuisance.." he mutters under his breath as he hikes your skirt up, legs around him, taking up all his air, "..lacy underwear?" he sat back for a second, jaw clenched, just admiring you. "you think i didn’t know what you were doing?" pointer and middle finger creeping up your thigh, "you think i didn’t see the way you kept giggle after nudging your foot against me?"
his finger slips up further into your heat, "think i didn't feel that?"
you didn’t answer at first. no, not cause you were caught red handed but because your breath caught in your throat. because your body hadn’t felt this good in years. you stared at his eyes as he creeps further and further into your pussy.
you're hot and shaking, you are so. desperate for his touch. you cant stop thinking about the way his voice curls into your ears, the way his fingers stretch you out so painfully good. you bite your lip, leaning forward just enough for your clit to grind into his palm,
"keep going baby, wanna feel how wet i can make you yeah?" oh he is so full of himself and you sure are too HAHAH
you try to speed up, desperate to feel more of him but his free hand snaps to your waist, weighing you down. “no rush pretty girl, we got all night.”
oh he knows just what to say doesn't he.
his thumb brushes your clothed nipple and you gasp, head tipping back
he draws circles around them again, slower this time. teasing you until you were twitching under his hands, lips parting
he breathes you in, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s fighting the urge to smirk
your nails dig lightly into his shoulders, trying to close your thighs tighter, trying to wiggle away from the pleasure his fingers are giving you, but his grip only firms, thumbs pressing harder into your skin
"mm.. don't run away, pretty"
your breath stutters out of you, shaky and uneven, “so sensitive,” his voice is low, that kind that makes your stomach flip “you’d let me do whatever i want with you tonight, wouldn’t you?”
your head tips back, a helpless sound leaving your lips, "mmmfuckyes.." barely slipping past your teeth
he leans forward, his mouth ghosting over the edge of your jaw. “good girl,” he mutters
your chest rises sharply, nails dragging up his back, under his shirt.
his praise makes you feel so good and you swear your whole body trembles at the sound of his voice leaving his lips. you can’t even answer, not properly, your mouth too busy falling open as his teeth graze your throat, sucking hickeys on the softest parts of your neck. his fingers still buried between your legs, knuckles pressing deep as his thumb circles lazy patterns around your clit that have your hips jerking down against his hand,
“baby—”
“hm?”
“so close.”
he shifts under you, the sudden movement has his cock pressing right up against your soaked pussy. your mouth agape, hands flying up to fist in his hair just to ground yourself
“ohhh, look at my baby,” he says low, biting back a groan when you grind down on him helplessly. “you can’t even help it, can you? pretty baby, so desperate.. you’re dripping through your panties."
you look down, sweatpants gray from your juices, “shut up.” you manage to whine, but it only makes him smirk, only makes him curl his fingers harder, deeper. teasing your spongy walls until you’re drooling into his shoulder
“mm, nah,” riki says, almost panting now, lips hot against your ear. “you like when i tell you how wrecked you look, yeah?”
you choke on your breath when his free hand cups your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple this time instead of teasing around it
the sudden pressure has you bucking against him, thighs quivering, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter until you’re gasping, forehead dropping to his
“fuck—riki, i can’t—”
he cuts you off with a kiss, tongue deep and messy, swallowing every shaky moan as his fingers work you faster, slower, softer, harder, relentless now
“of course you can,” he whispers against your mouth, hot and hungry, “come on me, baby. let me feel you”
and it’s the way he says it, rough and tender all at once, that finally tips you over the edge. your whole body arches into him, thighs clamping tight around his hand as you reach your climax
he doesn’t stop kissing you, not even as you fall apart, not even when your voice cracks with broken moans into his mouth. his arm locks tighter around your waist, holding you through it
when you finally slump against his chest, trembling, he kisses your temple, breath ragged
“fuck,” he murmurs, hand slipping out from between your thighs but not letting go of you for even a second. “you’re gonna kill me, pretty girl.”
your body is buzzing, your head is spinning, and you can barely process the way his arm is still locked tight around your waist, like you just might run away
and then, you watch, dazed, as he brings his hand up between you. two fingers glistening with your slick. he tilts his head, eyes half lidded, pupils blown wide, and without breaking eye contact, he slips them into his mouth
your breath stutters hard in your throat
his lashes flutter as he sucks slow, tongue curling around his fingers like he’s savoring it, savoring YOU. he pulls them out with a soft pop, lips red and wet
“hmm,” he says simply, voice husky, “you taste so sweet.”
you can feel your whole body heat up all over again, thighs pressing tight against his lap again, trying to relieve more tension. “riki…” you whisper, but it sounds more like a whine than his name
he grins lazily, leaning in to press his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue
when he finally pulls back, a string of spit connecting your mouths, he smirks. “we still got a lot of work to do” riki palms himself through his sweats, cock straining hard and heavy against his hand. his eyes stay locked on yours, waiting, almost daring, you to deny him
you don’t, you can’t
instead, your shaky fingers tug at his waistband, pushing the fabric down just enough to free him. he hisses the second the cool air hits, the head flushed red and leaking, so thick, you bite your lip just looking at it
“damn,” you whisper, counting your blessings
he smirks, leaning in close, “stop being shy, acting like you weren't teasing me in front of my friends.”
before you can fire back, he shifts positions, your back now against your mattress, in between your legs as he rips your ruined panties to the side. the blunt head of his cock drags against your slick folds, smearing you all over him
"riki—" the both of you moan at the contact, "my underwear ∑(ﾟДﾟ)!"
“sorry baby, i'll buy you new ones...” he groans, pressing in just enough for your walls to stretch around the tip. “so fucking tight for me”
you grab at his shoulders, nails digging in him. “please…”
that was all he needed to hear (≖⩊≖)
he sinks into you, slow but unrelenting, inch by inch until your pussy is stuffed full, stretched around him so tight you can hardly breathe. your head falls back, “mmhh—riki!”
his jaw tightens, eyes screwing shut as he gets pussy drunk, hips flush to yours. “fuck, baby. so tight. so fucking perfect.”
and when you blink open through the pleasure, you catch the way his hand slides down to your stomach, pressing flat against the bulge there. your eyes widen, eyebrows flex, and head tilted back
“feel that?” he whispers, voice wrecked. he presses down gently, and you swear you feel him even deeper inside, and every single vein. “that’s me. right there.”
your moan is broken, desperate, “riki—oh my gosh—”
“mm, that’s it, baby. take it. take all of me.”
he pulls out slow, agonizing, then slams back in deep, making the bulge push against his palm again. his eyes flick down, hungry. “fuck, you can see me inside you.”
your legs tremble, clamping around his hips. “so fucking good—”
he leans down, forehead against yours, every thrust steady, deliberate, grinding into the spot that has you seeing stars. “yeah?” he pants, kissing you messy, swallowing your cries. “gonna fuck you so deep.”
every roll of his hips drags against your walls, every press into your stomach makes you whimper louder. he’s moaning with you now, voice low and broken, “you were made for me.”
his thumb sneaks back down to circle your clit and you jolt, keening into his chest, biting down on his abs
“fuck, pretty girl, you’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
your body arches helplessly, every nerve on fire, your words slurring, “fuck yes—keep going—”
he kisses you again, biting your lip, rutting into you harder now, pressing down on that bulge with every thrust until you turn into slop
your orgasm rips through you, shaking, walls clenching so tight around him, fucking you through it
“hell, baby—you’re milking me—fuck."
he groans, pulling you tight against him, hips stuttering as he buries himself into you, spilling hot inside your pussy
the room is filled with ragged breaths, sweat slick skin, the sound of your hearts pounding together
he doesn’t move right away, still deep in you, too obsessed with how you’re squeezing him, how your body is still quivering underneath his weight. his hand slides back down to your stomach, pressing lightly at the swollen bump there
“fuck…” he groans, eyes blown, “can't get over how well you take me”
your cheeks burn, trying to hide your face but he catches your chin, forcing your eyes on him
“don’t look away,” he murmurs, “you’re so fucking pretty like this”
slowly, he trails kisses from your lips, down your jaw, your throat, over your collarbone. your breath hitches as he keeps going, down your sternum, your tits, across your belly
he pauses right above the spot he’d just been pressing, eyes flicking up to yours with a smirk,“right here, yeah?” his lips brush your skin as he whispers, “this is where i am”
and before you can answer, he kisses it
gentle at first but then deeper, hotter, his tongue flicking out against the skin of your belly while his hips grind just enough to remind you he’s still buried inside you ( >ᴗ< )
you moan, shaky and high-pitched, clutching at his hair. “riki, what are you..”
“kissing my girl,” simply. another kiss, wetter this time, right against the bulge of him inside you
the sight of him, lips on your stomach, dih still stuffed in your pussy, makes you light headed. your walls flutter around him and he groans, pressing another messy kiss to your skin
“ohhh, you like that, don't you?” he teases, grinning against your belly before trailing back up your body, kissing his way up your chest until his mouth meets yours again
“mine,” he pants between kisses, thrusting once, deep, making you gasp into his mouth. "the night is still young, pretty”
𖠋 anton lee as your cutie boyfriend !! ; headcannons ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
chanyoung x the five love languages :3
pairing ; lee chanyoung (anton) x reader
contents ; gn ! reader (period mentioned but u can ignore that if u want) , pet names , so much love (LOL) , not proofread ! :c
an ; he’s so boyfriend bruh im crying 😢😢😢 loveyouantonitoni , i was giggling when i made this hehehehhe
publish date ; dec 6, 2024
⟢ you love how you don’t have to ask him for anything. he will always know what you want, what you need. he understands all of your languages fluently, you will never ever have to spend your whole lifetime translating your soul for someone who refuses to understand your heart.
( written content under cut )
physical touch ᰔᩚ
꩜ bf ! anton who’s lifeline is your skin, always looking for an opportunity to stay close to you.
꩜ bf ! anton who’s absolutely in love with holding your waist
꩜ bf ! anton who always keeps a hand on your thigh while he drives, squeezing it occasionally, playfully rubbing circles on your skin
꩜ bf ! anton who pulls you into his lap when he’s sitting, wrapping his arms around your waist (as he watches tv on the couch, as he plays games with seunghan, it doesn’t matter)
꩜ bf ! anton who gives massages whenever you’re sore, always ready to ease your tension (and vice versa)
꩜ bf ! anton who can’t resist tickling you, even though he jumps when you even touch his sides
꩜ bf ! anton who strokes your arm ans rests his head on your shoulder in quiet moments
꩜ bf ! anton who fidgets with your hands when he’s nervous. who lets you, and only you, play with his face and luscious locks (as he calls it)
꩜ bf ! anton who loves when you do his skincare routine or put his hair in little pigtails (maybe both?)
꩜ bf ! anton who will carry you bridal style to the bedroom if you tease him a bit too much..
꩜ bf ! anton who dances with you in the middle of the night to slow love songs, pulling you close and dipping you into the softest of kisses
꩜ bf ! anton who teaches you his group’s choreography, placing his hands gently on your hips and hands to guide you
꩜ bf ! anton who puts your legs on his lap when you’re sitting together
꩜ bf ! anton who slithers his hand under your shirt as you both fall asleep in each other’s presence
꩜ bf ! anton who always holds your hand, no matter what—sweaty palms? don’t care. busy? you have another hand. you need two hands? his other hand is free.
꩜ bf ! anton who, if you’re cuddling and he’s uncomfortable, will lift and readjust you with ease, ensuring you’re still comfortable
꩜ bf ! anton hugs you endlessly, until his cologne clings to your skin, until he makes an imprint on your skin
acts of service .☘︎ ݁
꩜ bf ! anton who fixes your clothes when he notices they’re misplaced or wrinkled, always making sure you look your best
꩜ bf ! anton who ties your shoes for you, even if it means dirtying his knee (you’d feel bad) (he doesn’t care)
꩜ bf ! anton who feeds you his food on dates because he catches you staring at his plate
꩜ bf ! anton who gently wipes your face with tissues, whether it’s messy from food or streaked with tears
꩜ bf ! anton who carries pads or tampons with him just in case you’re caught off guard (stupid periods)
꩜ bf ! anton who offers to paint your nails when he notices they’re chipped, making them perfect again
꩜ bf ! anton who keeps a lint roller in his car because he knows how much you hate lint on your clothes
꩜ bf ! anton who carries you from the beach to clean the sand off your feet, knowing how much stepping on wet sand irritates you
꩜ bf ! anton who plans self care nights with matching pajamas, face masks, and doing each other’s skincare routines
꩜ bf ! anton who takes care of you when you’re sick, drunk, or just feeling down, because loving you is his favorite thing to do
words of affirmation ⋆｡°•☁︎
꩜ bf ! anton who will always want to know how you feel, how you’re doing, and loves getting updates about your day
꩜ bf ! anton who sends you random paragraphs while you’re asleep, pouring his thoughts into messages you’ll wake up to
꩜ bf ! anton who loves to writes silly love letters when you’re away, hiding them in your jacket pockets for you to find later
꩜ bf ! anton who calls you beautiful, the love of his life, his wife, his everything—making sure you always feel adored
꩜ bf ! anton who is soft spoken but intentional, leaving no room for doubt about how much he loves and cherishes you
꩜ bf ! anton who craves long, intimate talks in the dead of night, with only your voice and soft music filling the air
- but i’m falling behind. “i’m still so proud of you, my yn”
- do you still love me? “always in all ways”
- i did it!!! “i knew you could do it!”
- did you see that, toni?! “that’s my baby”
- you deserve more than me.. “you complete me”
- i look so ugly today.. “the presence of you give my butterflies”
- i hope you have fun w riize today!! don’t worry about texting me :) “don’t be ridiculous, i’ll update you, baby”
gift giving / receiving 𝜗𝜚
꩜ bf ! anton who loves giving you gifts, whether they’re expensive or handmade, because he loves spoiling you
꩜ bf ! anton who surprises you with two jellycats every week—one resembling you and the other him—because you casually mentioned wanting one
꩜ bf ! anton who immediately says, “okay, let’s go,” when a new movie you’ve been waiting for is released, happily paying for tickets
꩜ bf ! anton who fully supports your new collection, making sure to contribute whenever he can (smiskis, sonny angels, legos, etc)
꩜ bf ! anton who snoops through your tiktok reposts to find things he can buy or create just to make you smile
꩜ bf ! anton who makes pipe cleaner versions of your favorite flowers, even though they’re slightly (noticeably) wonky
꩜ bf ! anton who turns your polaroid obsession into a reason to make you a custom journal filled with your memories
꩜ bf ! anton who isn’t great at arts and crafts but always tries, just to see your radiant smile and flushed cheeks that he loves so much
꩜ bf ! anton who cherishes the gifts you give him just as much, turning it into an unspoken little competition between you two
꩜ bf ! anton who lights up and lifts you up in the air when you surprise him with the shoes he’s been wanting for months
꩜ bf ! anton who treasures the little things, like the seashell you found and thought of him
꩜ bf ! anton who proudly wears the white tee you transformed with pink lipstick kisses, saying it’s his favorite shirt
꩜ bf ! anton who notices the way you handpick his favorite candies just because they’re his favorite color
꩜ bf ! anton who doesn’t care about any material thing because to him, you’re the greatest gift he’s ever received
quality time 𖤐
꩜ bf ! anton who doesn’t care whether you go out or stay in; he just wants to bask in your presence
꩜ bf ! anton who refuses to let you spend money on him because your company is all he ever needs in life
꩜ bf ! anton who will follow you anywhere—even if he’s sore from practice—because being with you is worth the cramps
꩜ bf ! anton who stays mentally present, writing down random plans in your shared calendar and putting his phone away to focus on you
꩜ bf ! anton who never sees you as needy and never complains about the time you spend together, only that there isn’t enough time in the year
꩜ bf ! anton who drags you along to his photoshoots, shoots, and backstage moments, just to have you nearby
꩜ bf ! anton who will always ask if you want to run errands with him, knowing your answer is (and will always be) yes
꩜ bf ! anton who loves random facetimes, sleep calls, and mornings spent getting ready together
꩜ bf ! anton who “helps” you in the kitchen but really just makes a mess and watches you with heart eyes, his drool pooling below him
꩜ bf ! anton who craves the simplest forms of intimacy: skin to skin, soft words, and just being near each other
|၊||၊ — Co - Hearts , nishimura riki x reader . ***
dear diary, who tf does this man think he is?! ugh.
⋆˙⟡ — soombee presents: co - hearts ！？
in which … you’re the leader of a struggling intl girl group, and when your company sends you to korea to co-host a major music show, it’s pitched as a chance to globalize ‘SOOMBEE’ and boost your visibility. but i do wonder… who’s your other co-host?! start praying he’s not an ass LOL
.⋆♱ pairing; mc ! nishimura riki x mc ! reader
.⋆♱ genre; crack, coworkers to lovers, smut (2 chapters)
cw mdni! oral (m receiving), getting caught, mean riki :'(
while i was looking for riki pics i couldn't help but notice how perfect his nose is like damn im hard 🙂 also pls i could not resist the urge to write more smut.. i have people to feed... thx.. more under cut, 1600 wc
the morning feels heavier than usual, you couldn't dare to name why.
it’s the last live you’ll host with riki, well, hopefully not the last one ever..
hair, makeup, and wardrobe blur by like always. stylists tugging and adjusting while staff run through pre show notes but you notice the way he keeps glancing over at you between checklists. when the stage manager runs through the rundown, you catch his knee bouncing beneath the table, restless energy buzzing off of him
“nervous?” you murmur, leaning over so your shoulders almost brush
he smirks, eyes flicking to the clipboard in your hands. “yeah but you'll keep me in line”
“always do,” you shoot back, voice softer than your insults
when the red light finally blinks on and you both step into frame, everything falls into place like muscle memory. your lines are smooth, your smiles in sync, and by the time the closing segment comes around, you feel that ache of knowing this cycle won’t repeat
and then—confetti shoot out from the crowd, ceiling, staff, just everywhere
the stage and your hair explodes in color, staff cheering as your group's new album milestone flashes on the LED wall: "10 million streams!!"
you clap along, genuinely thrilled, but in the middle of the chaos, you glance sideways. riki’s already looking at you, grin wide, hair dusted in rainbow confetti. he looks so damn proud of u and it was everything you've ever wanted. for a moment, the cameras and noise fade—it’s just the two of you, stuck in that small private world you’ve been stuck in for weeks
“coworker dinner?” he asks once you’re offstage, tone light but eyes not leaving yours
you laugh, rolling your eyes. “coworkers usually just call it dinner”
“exactly”
lunch turns into a late lunch—sushi at a tiny shop tucked away on a back street, the kind of place only a regular would know, a hidden gem as people would say. he orders, and when the colorful platters arrive, you realize why he took you thete: it’s exactly what you mentioned weeks ago was your favorite
“you remembered,” you say, chopsticks pointing at him
“of course”
you try to hide your smile but he notices. he always does
the walk back stretches longer than it needs to. he buys ice cream from a cu, handing you one without asking. the race to finish them ends with both of you laughing on the sidewalk, brain freezing, you reaching up instinctively to wipe the smear of chocolate from his mouth. he stills under your touch, eyes locking on yours, then smirks to cover it
“thank you, coworker,” he teases, and you shove him lightly in the shoulder, heat crawling up your neck
back at his dorm, you almost collapse then and there. brushing your teeth side by side, up and down, in circles, skincare routines, him flicking water at you until you yell at him
he pulls you onto his bed afterward, both of you still smelling faintly of cleanser and moisturizer, and you fall asleep tucked against his chest, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breathing. (hand squeezing his chest, of course)
2:30 am , riki's gone
when you wake again, the room is dim and empty, his warmth replaced by the cold wall. you find him on his desk, headset on, voice low and focused as he and hee gets railed on their rank up match
r: how the fuck did he one tap me????
h: get good bitch, jk he's probably hacking or smth
you try not to disturb him at first. you curl up in his bed, pillow clutched to your chest, breathing in the faint mix of detergent and cologne. fuck that turns you on..
you try to ride it, rubbing his pillow against your clit. i mean, it soothes you but it doesn’t satisfy; your body aches with need, the kind you can’t ignore, the kind where you actually need his attention
so... you sneak over quietly, standing at his side for a moment, watching the way his brows furrow in concentration, the way his hand clutched his mouse in rage. he doesn’t notice until you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek
“hm?” he hums, eyes still stuck on the screen
instead of answering, you climb onto his lap, straddling him with your arms draped around his neck. he leans back instantly, making room for you but his eyes stay fixed on the damn screen (￣^￣)
“not fair,” you whisper against his ear, rocking just enough to break his focus
“hey, 'm trying to win here...” he mutters, breath already uneven. "one more round and i'm all yours, yeah?"
but you don’t get up. when the heat becomes too overwhelming, you slip off his lap instead, dropping beneath the desk before he can stop you. tugging at the waistband of his soft pajama pants till it comes off, you glance up, catching the exact moment his composure falters
“yn…” he warns, voice tight, but the headset mic crackles dangerously close to picking up the shift in his breathing
you take him into your mouth slowly, kissing the tip, all over his shaft, and finally down to the base. savoring the way his hand fists on his headset mic, knuckles white as he fights to keep silent. every twitch, every shudder—he’s trying so hard not to let his hyung hear, jaw locked, lips pressed thin
when you hollow your cheeks, his hips jerk inside you and a muffled curse escapes before he bites it back, shifting the mic away from his mouth with a shaky hand
but every twitch of his body betrays him: the small shudders, the way his legs would bounce slightly under your hold, the strangled sigh that slips past when you take him deeper, slower. he can’t stop the way his hand drifts down, threading through your hair, not pushing, just grounding himself,
h: u good? u keep stopping in the middle of the map
r: y..yeah. lag or sum..
and when your tongue flicks just right against him, his head tips back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his mic crackles faintly with the noise of his shaky exhale accompanied by a little whimper. hee's voice filters faintly through his headset, asking for a trade, but riki can’t find the words—just a half-swallowed groan that he muffles into his lips
h: just dc... and mute ur mic next time
r: fuck this game
(System) i piss in grass has disconnected.
(Team) grass: he's a lil busy w his lady, ignore that
your eyes widen as riki rips his headset off, tossing it onto the desk with an angry, wrecked expression, breath coming fast
your lips don’t leave him, not even for a second. he leans back into his dc racer xl chair (im giggling,) finally giving in, his hand sliding to the back of your head
“you’re so fucking impatient,” he hisses, grip tightening just enough to guide the rhythm you set. “couldn't wait ten more minutes, huh? had to come crawling under my desk—”
you whimper around him, eyes watering as he presses you deeper into him. he groans, jaw tense, trying not to cum too early. his thumb strokes along your cheek, gentle even as he forces your pace up and down and up and down...
“look at you. so messy already,” he says, voice dropping low. “you like this? making me cut a game short just to fuck your throat?”
you nod, gagging around him, as he chuckles breathlessly. “jeez you're so hot”
his hips stutter, shallow thrusts meeting your bobbing head now that he’s in full control, his other hand pushing his hair back
“breathe through your nose for me. that's it… good girl. just like that.”
your throat tightens around him and he groans, low and guttural, head dropping back against the chair. his fingers getting tighter across the back of your skull, keeping you steady as he rocks into your mouth at his own pace now
“too desperate to wait for me, hm?” he mutters through gritted teeth, the words biting but his hand pats your head in apology. “you're pathetic, can’t get off without me so you just tease me instead?”
your eyes flick up to him, glossy and wide, and his self control nearly breaks. riki's thighs tense beneath you, muscles straining as his hips jerk shallowly forward
“fuck—” he groans, voice ragged, trying not to be too rough. “you’re gonna make me—”
his hand presses you down, and you feel the shudder roll through him as he spills down your throat, hot and overwhelming. he gasps, choking back a moan, his free hand slamming at the desk for control
for a moment, it’s silent—just his uneven breathing and the faint click of valo's bg music. then, gently, he guides you off of him, thumb swiping across your lips where you missed a spot
“so messy,” he murmurs, voice softer now, half-mocking but warm. He pulls you up into his lap, ignoring the way your knees hit the chair arms. his hands frame your face, forcing you to look at him even with your flushed, swollen lips
“you could’ve just told me you needed me,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. “instead of climbing under my desk like some kind of—” he cuts himself off with a sigh, pressing a messy kiss to your lips, tasting himself on you
u guys just keep tasting each other, might as well 69
he shifts you both onto the bed, muttering, “next time, just sit on my lap like a normal person,” as he pulls a blanket over you
"i'll go get you tea with honey, so don't yell at me tmr!!!"
dear diary, i know it's over. and it never really began. but in my heart, it was so real.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 — soombee presents: only ever you ৻ꪆ
in which… you thought starting over would be simple: new city, new school, new version of yourself. but meeting sim jaeyun complicates everything. what starts as simple friendship quickly grows into something undeniable: late night facetimes, stolen glances in busy hallways, eye contact that lingers longer than it should. together, you learn what it means to find comfort in another person, to grow up, to fall in love for the very first time. but as the months pass and reality creeps in, you’re forced to face the question neither of you wants to answer: can something so fragile ever last forever?
tldr; the notebook :')
࣪ ִֶָ☾. pairing: sim jaeyun x kang hyerin (reader)
࣪ ִֶָ☾. genre: second chances, misunderstandings, fluff, angst
࣪ ִֶָ☾. status: ongoing
࣪ ִֶָ☾. taglist (open): @lalalalawon @cnnabonnn
notes: banner bg by @/jerozake on twt. continuation (?) of co hearts. sorry if the layout looks odd I am on light mode...❤️
the weeknd reference 😈 but also reminds me of this fortnite meme, hella fluff btw about 1830wc idk i edited ts while reading thru it also do yall want a freaky ahh chapter for 19 😂😂😂🤔💭 LMK!!
you're halfway through your evening skincare routine when your phone buzzes
the again
and again
and AGAIN
riki :3 is calling...
you stare for a second before picking up,
y: yes?
???: yn
not his voice, not even close
y: …sunoo?
s: hiii, what are you doing tonight?
y: nothing as of yet, why?
s: wroong! you’re eating out with us
y: where? also where's riki?
j: busy, flirting w other girls or something
y: …what?
sh: he's joking
j: i thought it was funny :(
y: alright so where exactly are you guys?
jy: we’re at the barbecue place near the dorm, riki was being scared so we called instead
y: really?
s: he’s been all “should i ask her?” “do you think she’ll come?” “maybe she’s busy” like??
j: n now he's looking for his phone so pls let us know if you'd like to come so riki can go get u
y: you guys stole his phone??
s: borrowed, excuse me
y: you really think he wants me there?
s: he keeps checking the door every time someone walks in, it’s getting embarrassing
you try to hide the smile stretching across your face as you wipe your moisturizer off your fingers
y: tell him to come get me
s: okayyyyy :3
just as you’re about to hang up, you hear him shout in the background
“WAIT IS THAT MY PHONE??”
you stare at the screen, glowing with the “call ended” notification, then shake your head and finish tying your hair up. you're smiling, like, really smiling. who would have thought the idols on your screen would become your friends in a matter of days??
fifteen minutes pass, maybe twenty
you're fixing your products in the bathroom when you heard a knock at your door
you open it to find riki standing there, out of breath like he ran the whole way. hair a little windblown, cheeks flushed from either the walk or the embarrassment.. or the drinks, maybe all of the above
“hi,” he says, sheepish
you raise an eyebrow, “you lose something?”
he lifts his phone from his pocket, “i really have no control over my life :(”
you laugh, “so i’ve heard”
he watches you for a second, eyes scanning your face, your freshly glossed lips, your oversized shirt with the sleeves still rolled up from skincare 10 minutes ago
“you look cute”
"you're easy to please," you blink, “i legit look like i just rolled out of a coma”
“yeah,” he says, grinning now. “like sleeping beauty?”
you shake your head, locking the door behind him
“you're lucky i like eating,” you mutter as you start walking
he falls into couch beside you, “you like me too...”
you pause
he catches it, “i said meat”
"doesn't even make sense, ba—riki"
he’s smiles to himself, shameless, "yeah it does, baby"
"i said bariki"
"that's not even a thing"
"you're not even a thing"
"why r u blushing then??"
"whateverrrrr"
he practically doubles over in laughter, clutching his stomach like you hit him
“i'm telling the others you bullied me,” he wheezes, wiping the corner of his eye
you roll your eyes but still let him open the door for you like a gentleman, which he very dramatically does, sweeping his arm out and bowing a little (idk how fast u got ready tbh Lol)
“after you, milady”
“stop >.<”
“alr, babe”
“riki.”
he only shrugs, biting back a smile, “you started it”
by the time you get to the restaurant, it’s already loud from across the street. shouting, laughing, sizzling way too aggressively on a grill. it smells like charcoal and sal. you hesitate at the entrance, just as someone from inside spots you through the window
sunoo immediately slaps the table twice and yells, “yn!!!”
and suddenly, everybody's excited
riki pulls open the door and you’re pulled into the noise like you’ve always belonged there. jake makes space for you beside him. sunghoon moves his plate over to share his side dishes. sunoo's already asking you what you want to drink while jay silently hands you water
the energy is warm. just like your adorable girl group. you glance at riki across the table. he's leaning back, sipping his drink and laughing at something jungwon just said, but every few seconds, his eyes flick over to you
as the meat arrives, you’re passing tongs around, fighting over the last piece of pork belly. they make you laugh so hard you choke on your rice. jake tries to save you by slapping your back but riki swats him away like he doesn't want anyone else touching you (is he joking??? probably LOL)
you're halfway through your second plate when hee suddenly speaks
“do you guys wanna drink?”
you glance around, everyone agreeing without hesitation. riki's sitting across you, pretending to act cool, but his eyes light up when you meet his gaze
you squint, “you drinking?”
he shrugs, “only if you do”
sunoo giggles, “is this peer pressure?”
you roll your eyes, smiling, “sure. but i'm not gna look after you”
he pouts
“you're barely functioning sober,” you tease
“im very charming when i'm drunk,” he says, already sliding a shot glass in front of you, “excuse me”
jake’s already giggly after two glasses of beer. sunoo’s cheeks are pink. riki, who insisted he wouldn’t drink much, is already way drunk after his third shot of soju mixed with beer 😹😹
“ynnn,” he whines, leaning against your shoulder now, arm slung over the back of your chair (switched seats w jake), “this chicken’s looking at me funny”
“it's dead, ki”
he frowns, “you look better”
“hm?”
“you,” he says, poking your cheek with the most dopey smile, “you look so pretty. like stupid pretty. like how’re you even real..”
“oh bruh,” you mutter, looking across the table, “jay hyung help”
jay, who’s still grilling mean, only lifts an eyebrow
“you're the only sober one here”
jay glances at riki, now laying on your lap, “barely”
“can you call him an uber please?”
“sure,” jay pulls out his phone, “but…”
you look down to see riki pouting at you
“wna stay with you…” he mumbles
jay stares
you stare
“you heard the man”
sigh.
you pick riki up to his ass, arm wrapped around your shoulder, his cheek smushed against your scalp
you shift slightly to stand, “cmon riki, let's go”
but instead of moving, he slumps further into you, shaking his head
“that is NOT my nameee” he mumbles, burying his face in your shoulder
you pause, confused, “what?”
he whines again
you blink, “ri..ki?”
he shakes his head dramatically, hair tickling your neck
you sigh, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “okay... what do you want me to call you then”
he peeks up at you with the most annoying (not) smile EVER. “…baby”
you stare at him, deadpan “you're not real”
“i'm waitingggg” he sings
jay taps your shoulder from behind, mutters, "we gotta go, company car is here, goodluck w him lmfao"
you inhale sharply, "thank you so much hyung, see you again soon!"
as you say goodbye to the other members while they walk out (well, dragged out), you glare at riki and mutter under your breath
“…come on, baby. we need to go”
you say it under your breath, eyes flicking to the side, already bracing for his reaction
“that's more like it,” he hums, triumphant, stumbling with zero balance as he lets you drag him outside by the wrist, “fuckin love how u say it”
“you're so embarrassing,” you blush, feeling butterflies all over your body. you check behind you in case anyone’s filming this. surely, this is the kind of thing fans would go feral over. you, not even an "proper idol," hauling a drunk nishimura riki from enhypen to his car like his babysitter
he doesn’t seem to notice or care. he just giggles, still clinging to you, “y'smell nice..” dragging his words
sexy ahhh 👻
“you smell like samgyeopsal”
“still handsome tho,” he grins, knocking his forehead lightly against your shoulder as you unlock his car, “right?”
you roll your eyes, opening the passenger door for him, “in”
“wanna sit w u”
“riki”
"baby,” he corrects,
you shove him gently into the seat
you walk around to the driver’s side, sliding in and adjusting the seat because, of course, he’s all legs. you glance at the dashboard, trying to remember how he started the car last time you rode with him
“you're driving my car,” he says softly, almost in awe
“cus you’re drunk, genius”
“no, but like” he turns his body toward you, fully sideways, knees pulled up a little, “you look hot in the driver’s seat”
you bite back a laugh, “just shh”
“make me,” he counters
"not rn, ki"
the car starts with a low purr, ts definitely modded. you check your mirrors, pull away from the curb, and finally start driving toward your apt
but not even 5 minutes in, his hand finds your arm
not in a grabby way, just soft. settling over your forearm as if your presence steadies him more than the seatbelt wrapped around him. he’s slouched now, face tilted toward you, eyes half-lidded, hair falling into his lashes
“don't fall asleep”
“m’not,” he whispers, squeezing your arm gently
“u better not throw up”
“mm.. don't say that” he groans, “your voice is so nice, don’t ruin it with gross words”
“you’re so weird when you’re tipsy”
“i'm romantic,” he corrects, rubbing small circles with his thumb on your arm, “m such a good boyfriend, huh?”
your heart skips, you keep your eyes on the road, “you’re not my boyfriend,” you mutter
“not yet”
you grip the wheel tighter
“i'd be good to you,” he says suddenly, gently. he's not whiny, not teasing. just loving
you flick your eyes toward him, his gaze is on you again. not glazed or sleepy. clear, like maybe the buzz is wearing off just enough for him to mean it?
you don’t say anything, hands beading w sweat
“i'd buy you food all the time,” he adds, voice low, “tell you you’re pretty even when you’re mad. hold your hand when no one’s—hell, even when everyone's looking”
you exhale slowly, trying to focus on the streetlights, the red glow blinking ahead
“you're drunk”
“i know,” he says, “i still mean it”
your breath catches, but before you can answer, you feel a weight on your shoulder. “hey—”
“i'm not gonna sleep,” he mumbles
you glance at him. he's already dozing off, cheeks warm, mouth slightly parted, hair messy and fluttering with every breath
you sigh again, but this time, it’s not so annoyed
it's kind of fond
“…idiot,” you whisper
but you don’t push him away
not even when the light turns green, and your hand stays steady on the wheel while his stays warm on your arm, occasionally reaching one hand over to caress his face o(≧▽≦)o
