every day i wake up and think about how big euijoo and anton are and then i go to bed and then i wake up and think about how big euijoo and anton are and then i go to bed and then i wake up and think about how big eui
notes: guys it was 3am when i finished this and i went a bit crazy with it 🙇♀️ i love mean jo hehehh
pairing: mean!dom!jo x bratty!sub!yuma
tags/warnings: ⚠️ sexual content, mxm relationship (don't like don't read), mean jo, collars(?, chocking, rough oral and rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, brat taming, crying during sex, manhandling + aftercare
wc: 2,3k
a small whine leaves yuma's mouth as he is forcefully pushed inside their dorm, almost tripping before stabilizing himself by putting his hands on the bed. behind him, jo pushes the door closed with so much force that it makes the whole apartment shake.
"strip." the command is sharp and firm.
yuma stands up, that usual sly grin plastered on his lips. his breath is already shaky, excitement running through his veins the moment jo grabbed his arm and janked him out the group's car the second it parked outside their house. some of the members had looked at each other, already guessing what was about to happen.
jo was mad, and it was all yuma's doing.
a few hours earlier...
the venue buzzed with excitement. fans screaming, cameras flashing from every corner and staff running with boxes overflowed with all kind of gifts and props for the group.
the members took turns trying things on, posing for the photos and joking around with the crowd. the atmosphere was light and playful, filled with the fans' constant laughter and comments whenever someone did something too cute or embarrassing.
somehow in the middle of the chaos, jo found himself with a black tie wrapped loosely around his neck. the fans went crazy at the sight, cheering and clapping excitedly. he simply smiled and played along with them.
what he didn't notice was the mischievous look in yuma's face from the other side of the stage.
the next thing he realized was that the boy had moved closer, now standing next to him. jo prepared himself to make a silly pose with him, probably a finger heart or a cute side hug.
but he barely had time to turn over when yuma's fingers wrapped around the tie, followed by a sharp tug that pulled jo half step forward.
the reaction was immediate. fans went crazy, screaming so loudly that they startled some of the members who turned around to laugh at the sight. then the comments followed.
"poor jo! yuma's bullying him again!"
"he loves to be manhandled!"
"he's so obedient!"
he simply laughed with them, keeping eye contact with yuma, who smirked up at him while pulling him closer by the tie. anyone watching would had assumed he found the whole thing amusing.
but yuma knew better.
behind his practiced smile, he could easily tell jo's patience was running thin. and being the little menace he was, he spent the rest of the event testing just how far he could push it.
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"so fucking slow." jo grits through his teeth as he impatiently reaches to jank yuma's shirt off him, leaving him only in his boxers. not only the anger but the desperation is clear in the way his fingers fidget with the fabric, and of course yuma has to laugh at that.
"already so eager, jojo?" his hand shamelessly moves to jo's crotch, palming his clear erection through his jeans.
jo's breath gets caught for a moment, but he quickly grabs yuma's wrist hard enough to leave a bruise on his pake skin. "did i give you permission to touch me?"
yuma pouts dramatically. "i normally don't need perm- ah!" his words are cut off by his boyfriend's tie suddenly getting wrapped around his neck.
"you think you're so smart, hm? playing your stupid little game in front of everyone." jo tightens the tie's knot. not tight enough to choke him, but enough to make his neck arch back in an uncomfortable position.
yuma's adam's apple visibly moves up and down as he swallows hard, his voice coming out a bit strained. "i'm not playing..."
"oh i'm sure you are." jo spits his words and forcefully pushes yuma down to the floor. the blond lets out another small cry when his knees hit the cold wood. his head is janked up by the tie for a second time, forced to look right into jo's eyes. "you had your fun, uh? making everyone believe you're in charge here." he chuckles dryly. "idiots."
he lets go of the tie to unbuckle his belt and soon, his clothes are scattered somewhere on the floor. yuma's eyes perk up at the sight of jo's cock, standing hard against his abdomen and already leaking at the tip. out of habit, he stumbles over, so eager to satisfy his boyfriend.
jo laughs, one hand coming to tug at yuma's hair. "that's what you wanted all day? to suck my cock?" his fingers move down yuma's jaw until his thumb makes its way to his mouth. the boy parts his lips and willingly takes the finger inside, moaning lowly as he twirls his tongue around it.
when jo pulls his finger out, yuma is breathless, cheeks flushed with arousal as he lets the taller boy smear his own saliva over them. "fine. you'll take it."
he doesn't even give yuma a second to catch his breath, thrusting his cock inside his mouth in one rough motion. the older widens his eyes in surprise, hands coming up to grip jo's thighs as he adjusts to the thick lenght and jo's immediate fast pace.
yuma's moans die in his throat when jo grabs a fistful of his hair and guides him deeper into his cock. he reflexively gags around it, eyes going teary as it hits the back of his throat. "that's it. you look so pretty like this, not talking back for once."
jo picks up the pace, already feeling close just by how warm and good yuma's mouth feels. he uses both hands to push the boy closer until his nose is buried deep in his skin. yuma's eyes roll back, feeling a bit dizzy by the lack of air, but loving just how sweet jo tastes in his mouth.
he only needs a few more thrusts to come hard down his throat, finally pulling out to let the last drops of his cum land on yuma's lips.
yuma is gasping hard, lips swollen and drool dripping down his chin. just as he was about to spit out, jo's hand closes forcefully around his jaw. "swallow."
the single word sends chills down his spine. he knew he couldn't refuse. not that he wanted to anyway. without breaking eye contact, he swallows jo's cum down in one go, licking it off his lips as well. the salty taste makes his eyes water as he opens his mouth again, tongue out to show jo that he had swallowed everything like a good boy.
but instead of praising him, jo simply grabs him by the tie around his neck and guides him to the bed, where he lands with a loud thud. "look at that. made a mess of yourself just by taking me in your mouth. you love that, don't you?" jo's words are dark as he looks down at yuma's ruined underwear, which he quickly takes off.
yuma whined loudly as his erection finally flies free, but it gets worse when he realizes jo isn't giving him any attention. not a single kiss since they entered the room. "you won't kiss me?" the words come out raspy, with a pout on his lips.
at another time, jo would've folded and give in to anything yuma asked him for. right now, however, he only laughs at him. "you think you deserve that after how you acted today? you're only getting what i'm gonna give you."
yuma shakes his head with a pitiful whimper, his lower lip quivering and brows furrowing. but again, it does nothing to jo's usual soft heart. "enough." he pushes yuma's thighs apart and give himself a few tugs before slamming inside him with no hesitation.
"ah!" yuma nearly screams at the sudden assault. it doesn't hurt, but it burns so good due to the lack of preparation. jo also bites back a moan as he burrows himself deep, savouring every stretch of yuma's walls around his lenght. he leans forward, lips meeting his collarbone and sucking hard enough to leave a mark that he wishes the fans could see, just to learn who's actually in charge between them.
the boy beneath him can only moan and cry loudly when jo finally starts to move, setting a punishing pace from the start. jo's hips snap forward, fingers gripping his boyfriend's waist hard enough to make the skin red on the spot.
yuma reaches down, wanting to touch himself in sync with jo's thrusts, but his hand is pushed away before he can even move it. "i said no touching, and that includes yourself. you get it? or do i need to tie you down?"
jo's words sink heavily, bringing a fresh wave of tears to his eyes while his wrist gets trapped against the bed. he's been hard even before they entered the room, and the pent up pleasure is getting too much. "but– i want to come!"
"not my problem." jo answered, unbothered by his tears and desperation. "you wanted to play, then let's play." he hooks his arms under his knees and effortlessly folds his legs up, deepening the angle of his thrusts.
yuma feels the air being knocked out his lungs. the new position makes jo's cock his that sweet spot inside him in the most perfectly agonizing way. his back arches off the bed as he bites his lip hard to the point of hurting, the tears stinging his eyes finally rolling down his cheeks.
and jo can only smile proudly at the sight, never slowing down his brutal pace. he glances at his phone laying somewhere on the bed, and then back at the mess yuma is becoming under him. "should i take it?" he signs towards his phone with his head. yuma barely registrers what he's talking about. "snap some photos of you just taking it. i bet the fans would love that, uh? to see their "dominant" little kitty drowning on his boyfriend's cock."
yuma sobs loudly at his words, the degradation getting the best of him. he brings his fingers to his mouth, nibbling on them like that childish act could stop the words jo wants him to say from coming out.
jo wraps his hand around the tie on his neck and then presses down. yuma chokes on his tears as his air way gets restricted, his moans turning to desperate gasps while his hands fly to jo's arms instead. "you act so brave in public. but look at you now, moaning like a bitch in heat for me."
the sounds emerging from his throat are intoxicating, and they push jo to tighten his hand around it a little more. yuma's eyes roll back, black dots starting to form in front of his eyes. he knows jo is trying to push the words out of him, and he's so close to just giving in.
"say it. you know you want it." he demands, his hips never stopping their movements.
the pressure builds up, heat curling low on yuma's stomach. he can't think anymore, completely giving into submission. "please." the plea comes out small and raspy.
jo loosens his grip around his neck and slows his pace slightly, smirking. "what did you say? i didn't hear you."
yuma struggles to catch his breath even when his throat is released. "please..." he repeats, a little louder this time. "please, touch me. i'm- i'm sorry for acting up. just please..."
jo's smile softens up just a bit. he fully releases his neck, hand moving to brush his hair back instead. then he leans down and kisses the tears away from his face. "there you are... was that so hard?"
yuma just melts under him. "please..." he repeats all over again, crying out when jo starts picking up his pace again. his moans are loud, desperate as he looks at him through his tears. he's so close that it hurts. he just needs to- "fuck! jo- please..."
"i've got you, baby." jo's hand wraps tightly around his cock, while he fucks his prostate in short, aimed thrusts. with just a few twists of his wrist, yuma comes apart in his hold, his name coming out of his mouth in a pleading scream.
but he doesn't stop there. he rides out his boyfriend's orgasm until he chases his own. yuma is shaking in overstimulation when jo finally comes for the second time, deep and warm inside him. then he simply pulls out, and smiles at the sight of his cum dripping down his boyfriend's thighs.
yuma can only lay quietly on the bed, completely knocked out and still crying quietly. he watches jo move across the room, casually cleaning himself up before moving back to him.
"baby?" yuma turns his head to the side, blinking the last tears away before focusing on him. jo reaches to brush his hair back, the gesture now soft and caring. "you okay? you're shaking."
yuma nods, not thrusting his voice to speak at the moment. he leans on jo's touch and let his eyes close when the boy finally presses his lips against his. the kiss is slow and careful, like a reward for enduring their rough session. "you did so well, baby. such a good boy for me."
the praise finally makes yuma relax, his eyes shining with love towards jo. he smiles back at him, leaning against the soft caresses on his hair. "i'll run you a bath, okay?"
he nods again, letting out a shaky breath when jo leaves a warm kiss on his forehead, followed by the sweetest "i love you" against his lips.
"i love you too." he finally manages to whisper back, voice hoarse but sincere.
a wide smile spreads across jo's face. he stays there for a moment, resting his forehead against yuma's until he's sure the boy has stopped trembling. then he slowly pulls away. "stay right here. i'll be back in a minute."
yuma nods, eyes dropping in exhaustion. "love you..." he repeats lowly as jo dissappears into the bathroom.
lmao the title has actually nothing to do with the story, yuma is just a pretty kitty 🤷♀️
imagine soft birthday sex with euijoo virgin reader I hope I can do something with dat
hi nonii!!!!
i’m so sorry i took so long to get to this… it is infact an AMAZING idea— i had so much fun with it~ i dreamed about juju last night so i had extra motivation to do super well on this~ i hope it was worth the long wait
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
【 ⠀ 𓂂 it’s your birthday 𓇿ㅤㅤ now make a wish ⠀ 】
tags ⸝⸝ virgin ej, no plot, edging/orgasm control, slightly rough sex turned into gentle sex, cream pie, unprotected (wrap it up).
x reader ⠀ | ⠀pure smut ⠀ 〔+18〕
he had your bare chest pressed to the mirror, cheek smooshed even tighter against the glass, your breath fogged the reflection with every heavy, deep rut. shaky, messy, merciless, he didn’t exactly know what he was doing— hands planted awkwardly around your body, to palming down against the glass until it nearly broke.
his hips were steady in a messy, unsynchronized rhythm that brought every orgasm to an abrupt end, leaving you a shaky, whining mess under his rookie hips.
his cock pounded deeper into you, thick veins cramming into your walls until you felt it would rip. he kept whining into your ear, constant questions that felt more like an interview than checking up on you, “does it feel okay?” “am i doing this right?” his hips stuttering along with his lips. you watch his blurred face in the mirror, his eyes burned into yours like he was trying to read your thoughts, as if they were engraved along your skull. a faint lingering of cake icing coats his lips, trailing down along his chin, an essence on the tip of his soft nose. pink slowly blooming to a deep red across his plump apples. ej’s eyebrows knot together, lips trembling as his hips jerk in a slow, deep grind. “i’m sorry if it’s too much…” and his hips freeze, a long pause— his tip pressed against your cervix. a painful yet pleasurable feeling.
his features looked so gentle through the foggy mirror, the light outlines of his youthful face, yet his soft face contrasted his hips that denied you of every growing orgasm. a viciously ripping them away from you.
he’d pound in a deep, long, dreadful pace that made your stomach turn in pleasure, your thighs tremble, knees buckle— all for him to pause, catch his breath as it hit against the shell of your ear. his cock would twitch, his hips shift the length in a slick drag; it felt almost intentional how long he’d wait to continue his pace.
your face was a mess, foundation smeared against the glass, eyes stinging, tears welling as they pulled your mascara down your cheeks. leaving large dark stripes over your heated skin, dark bags of eyeshadow and mascara pooling at your eyelids.
you didn’t want to yell at him, it was his first time— and it wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, but his constant edging twisted your thoughts sour. your lips swollen, legs cramping until the balance of your body broke in long tears. your chest pressed against the cold, foggy glass, one knee hiked against the wall beside. his hips ride into you, pressing his chest against you with every merciless thrust, pulling back enough to watch you fall apart when he pump deeper. gazing at the way your hips aimlessly roll against his, the way your nails dig into the surface of whatever you could, trying to fight the paining knot that grew tighter yet never snapped.
it all shifted, a sudden and noticeable change in the air— like everything that once held its breath with you now eased into a gentle, slow, calm rhythm. his expression didn’t change, but his hips became more tender, his body felt lighter, and the once messy, unsteady pounding turned into a gentle, comforting roll. your hips softened, back arching in the lush, pleasurable feeling of his thickness. his hands that once leaped over your body now lightly toy with your hair, twirling the strands between his long, slim fingers. you felt his uncertainty drop in a slow drain, his shyness replaced by a deep, raw thirst.
even with every careful push, the stretch was undeniable, the press against your cervix that mixed a sore hint of pain and pleasure. his cock moved along your walls, ripping with a hint of pain.
he fall forward onto you, the slippery mess of your sweaty back and his damp chest pressing together, his hand falls to your shoulder, abandoning your hair, the pad of his finger tips press into your skin, leaving ghosted marks. the side of his sweaty hair nuzzled into your neck.
whimpering into your neck, his hips pushing through every sensitive nerve outburst. your whines mix with his, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, a heat pool in your lower back, your tears stream down the glass, leaving that familiar black streak.
you body relaxed under him, feeling the warmth of his body radiate to yours in a tranquil, intoxicating flow. his hands ever so gently holding you like a fragile treasure.
you body goes limp, vision blurred— darkening into an empty world of darkness, small floating stars decorating it.
ej’s hips lazily bury into you, sinking every inch and vein one last time into your tender flesh, tip pressing right into your sweet spot. squirming against your bare ass, his hand holding your thigh against the mirror, the other hand massaging the tension in your shoulders.
with one last gentle squeeze into you, you feel his cock twitch, the veins cram your walls one last time as long thick streams of cum flood out of your corked hole, he swears under his breath, a mix of filthy words and your name on his lips.
you felt your walls flutter around his throbbing length, a deep grind back against his still hips as your world slowly crumbled before you, back arching against his hot chest. you feel the rush hit you in a sudden wave. traveling from your thighs, washing over the bulge in your stomach. the arousal mixing inside you, spilling out along your shaking thighs.
nicholas x supermodel!reader would go crazy im just saying 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
She's a '90s Supermodel!
...Or, Nicholas and his model girlfriend
✩ Wang Yixiang x Fem!Reader ─── Designer x Model AU | Fluffy and smutty (18+) | A/N: It wooooooould....him and his tall gf 🤭 I do use some specific descriptors in this so if they don't really match up with you, pls just ignore them hehe (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ Also bonus points if you get the song reference
✩ You meet Nicholas in the way that most models meet their partners: At an event. A party is too generous of a word, because the people with you are much too pretentious for anything like that. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and you yourself are draped in black velvet that slides dangerously down your form. In simple words, you look like someone's daydream and an insecure man's nightmare...which is just Nicholas' type. He's immediately intrigued and wastes no time in hitting you up.
✩ He's charming, much more than the other designers you've had the fortune of talking to. Nicholas is younger, more careful with his words than the older and more established men. He's less about trying to snoop out if you're seeing someone and more of a listener. You end up talking the entire night, and that's how you end the night in his hotel room with wine staining your lips.
✩ Nicholas knows he's a lucky man. Anyone would be considered blessed to be in your inner circle, much less to be your partner. He feels more than his net worth when he walks into events with you on his arm, slightly taller than him in your heels. In short, you look like a queen. Maybe you are ── Nicholas' queen. He treats you like one, at least.
✩ Genuinely, the first few months had your brain frazzled. You've been with a few different people, artists and models, but none so unique as Nicholas. He makes you more clothes than he buys you, and they're perfectly suited to your figure. Some are...racier...than others, but some are also more modest. He is a possessive little thing, after all. He doesn't want to have to share you with the world more than he already has to. Others get the memo at events, because he's always got an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulder at any given moment.
✩ When he does buy you things, he doesn't automatically go for big names. Nicholas takes his time, does his research; is a brand ethical? Are the materials high-quality and long-lasting? Are they in your color? Is the texture good? He has a compiled list in his notes app just for buying you jewelry (mostly from Vivienne Westwood. He thinks you look divine in diamonds).
✩ More surprisingly, he makes an effort to make it to as many of your shows as possible. It's quite a hard feat, considering that he himself is a designer and is constantly in his studio, but he always tries for you. Even if he's not up front, you feel his eyes on you like a weight: Unrelenting, chasing. His gaze rakes all the way down your form and up again once you turn to walk back down the catwalk, and though you're in relatively modest garb, he still grows hard in his suit. What can he say? His woman is a damn smoke show.
✩ You try on things for him all the time, but he has a special spot in his heart for whenever you wear certain pieces for him: Dresses with slits clean up to your hip, pantsuits that accentuate your long legs, heels that make you even taller. And lingerie....oh, lingerie. You've never been asked to model undergarments, but if you did, Nico would lose his mind. He wouldn't rip through any of it (you'll have him know that you like the things you're wearing), but it's obvious he wants it off of you as fast as possible. If he can't touch you while you're wearing pretty satin sets that hug your ass and cup your tits just right, he might actually die.
✩ It all ends up on the floor, by the way. Neither of you have room to care when he's got your legs hiked over his shoulders, lips pressed to your ankle while he grinds nastily into you. Your slick stains the sheets and everything else below you, but that's the last thing on your mind when you're getting the best dick of your entire life.
✩ Like I said: He's a generous lover. You cum three times before there's another round in the shower. What can he say? Nicholas is a man obsessed.
Pairing: &Team hyung line + 04z + fem!reader (separate)
Warnings: royal fantasy au, all stories contain smut so MDNI
Taglist: OPEN
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Pas De Deux
In the grand ballroom of the world, he finds someone who detests what he loves the most. Would he change your mind or would he find another to become his most beloved?
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), oral (f receiving), MUNCH K, hair pulling (m), lot of making out, reader faints, mention of under-eating, mention of food and alcohol, enemies to lovers, sun-moon parallels, lmk if I missed anything!
Status: Pending
Mellis
Softness wasn't a word in the Lord Commander of Sakuryn's vocabulary. All it took was a raspberry tart and a pretty baker to change that.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), MATING PRESSSS, mention of blood, alcohol and food, there's a fire, reader has shitty parents, YEARNING FUMA, maki being a cute little shit, my cringey dialogue
Status: Pending
My Moon My Man
The First Princess of Phileon was a rather heavy title to bear. Especially when you wanted to become Queen. In a world where you were starved of power, your knight was the only one who supported your bloody endeavours. But was it his fealty that did it, or was it his heart?
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, wet dream (m), masturbation (f), p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), fingering, virginity loss, themes of war and bloodshed (descriptions of gore towards the end), YEARNINGGGGGG, dramatic ahh verses
Status: Posted
Mystery of Love
Love, in both your opinions was a duty to be fulfilled. The universe, however, had more poetic plans for you.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), fingering, arranged marriage au, mention of food, harua suffering, my sappy ass + euijoo so you guys know what's coming, euijoo just really really loves your neck
Status: Pending
Aubade in B Minor
Aubade, meaning a love song sung at dawn. It would be hard for him to sing one when you hated him.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f rec), MUNCH YUMAAA, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), lowkey soft dom yuma idk, yuma's a meanie, ONE BED TROPEEEEE, taki very kawaii
Status: Pending
Amaranthine
The flowers in his kingdom never grew, always surrounded by blood and war. But then you showed him how eternal the beauty of a withering flower could be.
Warnings: TW ABUSE, SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, accidental aprodisiac, virginity loss (f), unprotected sex (not for you), fingering, mention of blood and cigarettes, reader has bruises and scars, themes of death, maki being kawaii again we love him
Status: Pending
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A/N: she's finally here!!! When I first entered luneblr with My Moon My Man i was NAWT expecting to get this much into the teamies, they're practically the only people I write for now. So to pay homage to my first teamie fic, I've composed this series set in the same universe! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys will enjoy it too (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
Divider by @strangergraphics-archive and @uzmacchiato
Taglist: @odetolune @teyavit @yuversi @danisofair @lacedwithmsg+ OPEN
General taglist: @eu1joo @7yataki @frenchkisstheabyss @yumangel @nichozzystuffs @blueuijoo @pglpblm @ikigaijo @antonh0lic @dearvampyr @riri4andy @tokunodoll @sunsoomi @makizdoll @solairemelo @cece0710 @/someonerandom909 + Shoot me an ask or comment to be added!
a/n; thank you for the many anons about anton ive expanded out of nct territory,, keep the asks comin
cw: cursingggg, reader likes em submissive🤣 she just like me, making out, mama as a pet name, smut — anton gets hard from kissing, p in v sex, him talking nasty asf, he kinda cries, very switch vibes from him
summary: having a boy best friend is so embarrassing
“you know i almost died last night, bro?”
absentmindedly tapping on his bowl of cereal, anton leaned forward against the counter of his kitchenette. his brows furrowed in confusion. “you what?”
“so, i was using the bathroom last night, right,”
“uh… huh.”
“and some random girl just walked in and flicked the light on.” you reached into anton’s fridge to get a bottle of water, “i thought you were getting robbed.”
anton almost choked on his cereal, “oh no, i’m sorry. i think i actually heard you both yell.”
“yeah, you need to fuckin’ warn me, man. don’t let me stay over and then have girls over. i got cussed out.”
anton tried to stifle his laugh — to absolutely no avail.
all you wanted to do was quietly use the bathroom and you decided to leave the light off to like… save energy. only to end up being scared out of your skin by one of anton’s late night companions.
“god, what the hell!” the girl jumped backwards, almost hitting her head on the doorframe as you reached to cover yourself. “who are you??”
you raised a brow. you knew who she could have been, but—
“girl, who are you?” you countered.
you knew damn well you should have kept your mouth shut, because you got called the fuck out. ‘well, anton didn’t say he had a girlfriend, are you his girlfriend? did i just wreck a home?’ uh.. no. ‘how come you weren’t here when we got back but you’re here now?’ uhh… ‘if you’re not his girl, and he has no roommates, why are you here in the middle of the night?’ … — deep down you knew you were the problem here.
unlike anton, you weren’t lucky enough to have parents who would pay for you to live in a nice little apartment for the entirety of college, so you lived with your two roommates; one of which was at the height of a lover’s quarrel with her partner. things had gotten so bad between them that the morning of this incident — or rather the morning before — seeing as it happened at around 2am, anton kindly agreed to let you come back to his place after you finished work, and spend the weekend there. and so, you weren’t there when anton and this poor girl got back to his apartment, because your shift ended about an hour after they had knocked each other out. you poor soul.
“why would you say that?” anton laughed at you, “you don’t live here.”
like you didn’t know that… asshole. you flopped down in one of the dining chairs, attempting to flip your half drank water bottle, at his kitchen table. and failing. “i just couldn’t stop myself from giving attitude. because, why are you trying to talk to me and i’m on the toilet… i needed her gone out the room.”
“well. she’s never gonna text me now.”
“no?” you rose a brow at him, “well, would you have responded?”
anton was notorious (within your two person friendship) for losing the numbers of girls that he slept with. that or somehow indirectly manifesting for them to lose his number, so he had no choice but to move on to the next. he didn’t see this as sleazy, fuckboy activity, however. he was simply just moving forwards through life. so in response to your question? anton just smiled back at you from where he was stood in the kitchenette. he didn’t know the answer. not for sure at least.
“you know she thought we were dating. she was so mad at you.”
his eyebrows shot up, “well, did you defend me?”
“i said i would never date you, and that i was visiting because of the thing with my roommate.” in a display of nonchalance, you pressed down on your baby hairs and just looked on at him.
“wow,” anton pushed up off the counter and took his bowl to the sink. “that’s sweet of you.”
“y’know.” you waited for him to turn back and face you. “if i was one of these girls, i would hate the both of us.”
“why?”
you looked towards the ceiling, as if to try and find the words to say. “well, i feel like i’m always here— like at your place. and we know almost everything about each other, i got a key to your house; we’re just, like, a little too close.”
“first of all, you’re not here enough—”
you shot him a glare and he threw his hands up in defence. “anton, do you not see the problem with that statement?”
anton pursed his lips in supposedly deep thought. “damn. i think you’ve been cockblocking me.”
the way your brain short-circuited hearing him say that— usually it was you cursing. never him. “you’ve been cockblocking yourself, toni.”
“no, but i’m being serious. the girl i brought home was not the first girl i talked to that night. that usually doesn’t happen.” anton came to sit by you at the table, putting a chair right next to yours but turning it the opposite direction so he could be facing you. subconsciously, you rest your feet on his thighs causing him to catch your ankles in his hands as you tried not to roll your eyes at possibly the most sleazy, frat boy coded statement you had ever heard.
“do you actually hear yourself sometimes? this is not the sweet toni i grew up with. you’re something else.”
“god, you’re right.” he laughed out. “i think all the attention is getting to my head.”
you leaned forward towards him, “oh, you think so?”
anton pushed your shoulder gently, “leave me alone, i’m coming to terms with it, i’m—“ he struggled to find the word, “i’m self-reflecting.”
and then he paused. “does our friendship get you any less romantic attention?”
“hmm.” you had to think about it. though anton claims not to be a fuckboy intentionally — or what you liked to call a ‘self-proclaimed pussy magnet’ — you knew yourself that you weren’t as… sexually outgoing (?) as anton. “no less than i had before, i guess. people that know you, know about our weird little friendship and then; you poor thing, you have to talk to two girls before you can get laid. but the people that know just me don’t necessarily know about our weird little friendship.”
“huh.”
“‘cause i’m not trying to be like one of those girls that tells everyone about, ‘my homeboy this, my homeboy that’ and then everyone assumes we’re fucking and i cant even defend myself.”
anton tried to ignore his face warming up, “no, yeah. hah, is that really a thing?” a thought was definitely being formed.
“yes, bro, even i cringe at it. i don’t wanna be that girl.”
“wait so, some of these guys, these friends, are actually like, sleeping with each other?” anton scratched the back of his neck, that was prickling with nerves.
“i mean, yeah, probably. the way they act.” you just laughed obliviously while anton’s mind started to fill up with ideas. like, say, if you were the kind of person who talked to others about your friendship with anton. would people think you’re so close that you might as well just.. be with each other? would people accuse you of sleeping together or dating even if you weren’t?
“yo, imagine if that was us…”
your head jolted in his direction and pure confusion painted your features in an incredulous expression, “anton, can you not… oh my god.”
his head dropped in laughter. as well as defeat.
but you missed that, so you continued. “no, that would be horrible. why would you even put that in my head?”
“so, i’m actually right here.” anton waved his hand at you and you laughed.
“no, no,” rushing to defend yourself, “not in a mean way, i just. i wouldn’t like the attention from people and, yeah, no. i don’t know.”
“yeah, okay. i get that.”
“why do you ask anyway? what would you think if it was us?” you prodded back. you would never let him ask such a stressful question without getting him back. you needed to get even.
“oh.” anton was starting to think he should have never tried it with you. however. you getting that nervous from his initial asking the question gave him a slither of confidence. “i mean. i think that it would be interesting. it’d be kinda cool to see if we could get to know each other any more than we already do.”
“in what sense?”
“like sex stuff.” anton’s voice was soft and quiet. “like what you’re into, stuff like that.”
“wouldn’t you like to know, chanyoung.”
he smiled at you, squinting in acknowledgement of your teasing “i would. tell me something.”
you gave it some thought before replying, “are you serious?”
he replied, “are you?”
you weren’t entirely sure what that meant, but you took at as a case of ‘i am if you are, and if you’re not, neither am i.’
“okay, anton. it’s 9 in the morning, but uh.. i like a submissive man.”
the tips of anton’s ears grew hot. “oh, wow. tell me more.”
you laughed in his face. because no way these are the lines he uses when he’s picking up girls every other night. this was going to be the most embarrassing conversation you had ever had. like, ever. you crossed your legs over each other, still over anton’s thighs.
“there’s nothing more to that statement really. your turn.”
“i like… kissing. but not just kissing like.. kissing.” he dragged the word out a little, really putting umph on it like you were gonna know exactly what he was talking about. you were so annoyed.
“be so for real for a second.”
“what?!”
you sighed. “no, cause i really got a lot from that, thank you. now, i wish i’d kept quiet.”
“what, no! i’m just bad at explaining things.” you tried to retract your legs from anton’s and he grabbed your calf in attempts to stop you from curling in on yourself out of pure embarrassment.
you covered your face. “yeah, really bad.”
“listen, i could show you better than i can tell you.”
“i bet you could, toni, but that’s not gonna turn back time.” you immediately shot him down. before you realised. “wait okay, show me.
“oh, i didn’t think you’d agree. i thought the idea of getting intimate with me was horrible?”
“i mean that’s if people are aware of it and like… try to talk to me about it at school. right now, nobody knows. so i guess it’s less horrible.”
“alright, c’mere.” anton held out his hand for you to lean into, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. gently pecking your lips a couple times before ghosting the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. he ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before pulling away just slightly to whisper, “can you open up a little?”
you furrowed your brows up at him and he took that as confusion, laughing a little “i wanna put my tongue there.”
you parted your lips a little and he kissed you with tongue, making the both of you sigh quietly. with each movement of his jaw and of his lips against yours, his tongue made contact with yours and it triggered a build of warmth in your lower abdomen. each time his tongue licked into your mouth, it pulled a whine out of the back of your throat. your hands rose up into his hair and you breathing started to quicken. at this point, even though you were feeling significantly warmer than you did a few seconds ago, you still didn’t realise what made this any different from ‘regular’ kissing. you figured anton was just being dramatic. that was until he sucked your tongue into his mouth along with your bottom lip. this made you straight up moan — you had to pull away.
“holy shit, anton.”
anton wiped the saliva off of his plush lips with his thumb. “see it’s like kissing but it’s kissing.”
“what the hell.” you huffed out in a deep exhale, twisting a curl around one of your fingers. you didn’t even know what to do with yourself after that.
anton tried to stop his eyes from dropping down to your heaving chest in the tight baby tee you were wearing as pajamas. he wanted to remain composed after putting the moves on you; maintain his shy, yet simultaneously confident demeanour. and then he remembered what you mentioned earlier. anton softened his voice ever so slightly. —if that was even possible.
“you know, you’re a really good kisser.” he held eye contact with you and the delivery of his sentence immediately made you wet.
“um, thank you.”
anton leaned closer to you, keeping his voice hushed despite the fact that you were the only two people in the apartment. “i didn’t expect it too, but kissing you made me really hard.”
“shit, really?” you were overwhelmed. you had just been kissed breathless by your best friend and now he was laying his truths all out on the table.
“i know you feel a type of way about it, but… i wanna fuck you."
“anton…”
“please,” you felt his thumbs rub you from both sides of your hips that he was now holding in his hands. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth that made your eyes flutter closed. “i know it would feel so good.”
“toni, when you ask me like that—“
“you like that?” anton practically purred before attaching his soft lips to the curve of your neck. his hand slid down the front of your pajama pants to start rubbing you over your panties at a torturingly slow pace. “when i beg you like that? i know you do, you’re soaked.”
“fuck, toni…” you grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, lifting one of your knees higher to grant him a better angle at rubbing those tight circles over your bundle of nerves.
“hey, look at me.” he rubbed your clit faster, “can i make you cum before i fuck this pussy? huh? please?”
you could only lean back and moan in response.
“come on you gotta tell me. can i please?”
“mm-hm. yes, yes, baby.”
you dug your nails into his bicep and he groaned. “can i get i kiss, too?”
in a low whine, you pressed your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you started getting closer to orgasm.
“yeah, moan for me just like that, baby. that’s so fucking hot. you gonna cum for me?”
you nodded at him and he continued with the same relentless pace of his fingers against your clothed clit until your hips started to shake with your orgasm.
“fuck, you’re so sexy when you cum for me. you gonna let me fuck you, mama?”
you were breathless in shock. in all your years of being friends with this anton, he had never talked so nasty.
anton swiftly lifted you onto the table and yanked your pajama pants down with your panties. with big, soft hands, he kneaded your thighs, “you’re dripping in front of me.”
“well, i just came.”
this made anton laugh, “well, i’m gonna make you cum again. ‘kay?”
you nodded as he pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts and started to jerk himself off, rubbing his tip against your slit. you went to hold onto his back with one hand and he took this as a sign that you were ready for him. pushing into you slowly, he muffled his own moan against your lips.
somehow, after only just put his dick in you, he was already a mess. “mmh, fuck you feel good. you feel so good around me.”
anton’s arms wrapped under your thighs, and started bringing your hips to meet his faster.
“fuck, toni, right there!”
he moaned into a sloppy kiss to your lips, “mm, right there? ‘m i hitting it right?”
“yes, keep going. you’re doing so good..”
anton didn’t change his position, only moving one of his hands to start rubbing your clit again. “fuck, keep talking to me like that.”
you held his neck to pull him closer to you, “you’re so good. and you look so pretty when you’re fucking me.”
all of your praise was going straight to anton’s dick. he was visibly finding it increasingly harder to keep himself together. he leaned forward to get closer to you, grinding his hips into yours. peppering kisses all over your bare chest.
“ah- uhm, i wanna cum. wanna cum for you.” anton’s voice was barely above a whisper as he rambled against your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth to mumble his pathetic sounds. although, to no avail, he was still mumbling to you, teeth grazing the skin.
“you can cum toni, i’m close too.”
“you gotta cum first, baby,” what a gentleman. “if you cum first that’s gonna make me c-cum.” anton whined flicking his tongue against one of your nipples as if to punctuate, “ugh, please.”
maybe about 30 more seconds of anton’s desperate whimpering pushed you over the edge. and you didn’t want to dwell to much on why this was, but it was surely one of the most pleasurable orgasms you had ever had. and the irregular clenching of your pussy around his dick was completely it for him. he pulled out of you cautiously and instead of jerking himself to completion all over your naked body, he was reduced to grinding against your wet pussy, panting and sighing until his own orgasm washed over him.
“shit, anton are you crying?” you cradled his face, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb. he couldn’t even reply — he was inside of you, but you fucked the shit out of him.
“i’m a fuckin’ mess. i think we might have some built up tension or something.” anton got up from where he was leant against your chest. he pulled his shorts up and flopped down into a dining chair, dropping his head down onto one of your thighs where your legs were hanging off the table.
you shifted from your position of sitting up on your elbows to laying your back flat on the kitchen table. “don’t even say that.”
“okay.”
the two of you sat in your silence. it was comfortable silence for you, you hoped it was for him too.
without moving from where he was laid on your thigh, anton’s hand tapped against your leg to grab your attention. “so was that horrible for you, or?”
ughh guys this boy i’m talking to is so 😩😩😩 he’s in the navy but he’s not like there for bad reasons. he looks sooooo sexy in his uniform too like i’m truly just so turned on by that.
he’s super cool and into music like how i’m into music he can produce like really well and he plays instruments which ugh that makes me so giddy bc idk i just love music
he’s just so my type and he’s a virgo, and even tho my ex was a virgo, i just work so well w virgo men there so bossy and straightforward it’s so sexy i can’t guys im so down bad
ughh guys this boy i’m talking to is so 😩😩😩 he’s in the navy but he’s not like there for bad reasons. he looks sooooo sexy in his uniform too like i’m truly just so turned on by that.
he’s super cool and into music like how i’m into music he can produce like really well and he plays instruments which ugh that makes me so giddy bc idk i just love music
he’s just so my type and he’s a virgo, and even tho my ex was a virgo, i just work so well w virgo men there so bossy and straightforward it’s so sexy i can’t guys im so down bad
kiss me and i might drop dead | anton lee [teaser]
synopsis: moments you find yourself at the palm of anton’s hand, and others where you don’t notice that he’s the exact same. after three dates and two party disasters, you don’t wanna assume that kind of stuff, but you think you might be in love.
genre(s): sfw, fluff, unestablished relationship, non!idol, university au, strangers to lovers, fast paced/definitely NOT a slowburn, hopeless romantic!reader
word count: 8-10k depending on editing :D, this blurb is 372 words
warning(s): f!reader, alcohol consumption, suggestive (slight grinding, making out, allusion to sex), social media stalking /giddy /lighthearted, profanity
✎ i’m thirsting for longfics so i decided to take matters into my own hands. this is veeery self indulgent.. you’ve heard of p*rn with no plot, now get ready for fluff with no plot!! this is heavily inspired by the olivia rodrigo song ‘drop dead’ so the lyrics will be incorporated in most scenes. i’m hoping to publish this by end of next week after tweaking things around and finalizing the end part, but if anyone’s interested, lmk and i can tag you when i put it up! :D
By now, as a seasoned senior, you should be used to the battle between shoulders colliding and having to shrink yourself in places like these. Still, someone who squeezes past bumps into your arm while carrying two cups of something that smells rancid. Anton’s hands find a way around your waist so naturally that you let yourself step back into his chest without a thought, nodding your head at the stranger apologizing.
It takes a second to realize how his palm is over your stomach, pinky grazing against the exposed skin of your midriff. A breath catches in your throat, hoping that he doesn’t feel you tense against him. His hand stays there without a second thought. He doesn’t hover around in hesitation, planted and firm.
There’s nowhere else for it to go, you convince yourself. Not like I mind it.
“Comfortable?” Anton asks unsuspectingly.
You glance over your shoulder and see that he’s peering at you with an innocent look on his face. The hallway light is dim and warm, and as if the music wasn’t overstimulating enough, it starts to flicker. You suppose it’s not too bad when you keep your eyes locked onto Anton; light catching against the curve of his cheekbones, and as he turns his head close to your ear, his dark hair almost looks golden for a split second.
It doesn’t feel fair—how prettily he stands behind you, how his lips curve upward when you know he’s listening intently, how he’s already busied himself with tugging your camisole down with his fingers. His knuckles brush against your stomach, cold against the heat of your skin.
“Very.” Your mouth twitches. You don’t trust yourself to say much more than that after he’s pulled you into this unplanned moment of weakness, on top of your unforgiving bladder. You’re thankful he takes your answer happily, humming into your hair.
You feel how his knee bumps into the back of your thigh once the next person slips into the bathroom and you’re in front of the line. You refuse to look back again and instead stare at the bathroom door with determination. Anything but him because you have an inkling that if you look up, he might already looking back at you. [… tbc]
very very excited to announce my new fic!! the first chapter is set to be posted this coming friday at 12:00pm est! below you’ll find a social media post from anton’s instagram and some comments from characters that will be making appearances throughout!
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chanyounglee seven years with you. sometimes i think about how strange time is. there were days when it felt like you would stay little forever and now somehow you’re seven and reading books that are beyond me.
i don’t remember every sleepless night or every lego i’ve stepped on over the years but i remember bringing you home. i remember your first laugh. your first day of school. the first book you read entirely on your own. i remember realizing, over and over again, that i was growing up at the same time you were.
people always say children teach their parents things and i never understood what they meant until i had you: you’ve taught me patience, perspective, how to find happiness in small things, in bug collections and even bedtime stories.
thank you for making me laugh every day, for teaching me more than i’ve ever taught you and for reminding me what’s important. thank you for every bug you’ve proudly brought me, every random fact you’ve insisted i needed to know and every question that somehow leaves me thinking long after you’ve forgotten you even asked it.
watching you grow up has been the greatest privilege of my life. i’m proud of the little boy you are today and even more excited to see the person you’ll become tomorrow. even if you still insist on correcting me every chance you get.
happy birthday, minyoung.
daddy loves you more than you’ll ever know. 🤍
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jy.lee my favorite little genius hbd nephew ! 🙌
hyejinlee can't believe he's already seven! i hope he loves the microscope. tell him grandma says he shouldn't spend all summer looking at bugs 🐛
⤷ hyejinlee please remind him that bugs are not allowed in my house.
s0h33 cakes and candles little man 🎂
⤷ s0h33 tell him i finally learned the difference between a spider and a bug.
jia.k mommy loves you ❤️
jung.archive happy birthday minyoung 🥳 tell him i found a beetle bigger than the one he showed me last month.
h.rvyy happy birthday !
maya.jpg happy birthday minyoung 🥹🫶
yoonsang seven years of being everyone’s favorite kid. grandpa can't wait to take you to the library 📚
kimdayoung happy birthday, minyoung! enjoy your summer break. i can’t wait to hear about all your discoveries next semester 🐞
yourusername my favorite little scientist 🧪🦋 happy birthday sweetheart!
how long have you been a luné? like six months, i’ve been lurking in the shadows since pre-debut tho
favorite &team song right now + your ultimate all-time fave : rn is probably rush but all time…. jyuugoya idk tbh
what's your favorite &team comeback or era: go in blind 110%
favourite fruit: lemons and strawberries
favorite season : summer
favorite fictional characters : MARS FROM THAMEPO
favorite scent : anything fruity tbh (heavy on citrus and strawberry)
favourite color : pink and red
if you were an animal, which would you be: red panda
favorite band/artist: pinkpantheress, dijon, rex orange county, a bunch of kpop grps, tyler the creator, brockhampton, n.e.r.d, malcom todd, steve lacy, 5sos, sooooo many more
average sleep hours: 7 hrs max
number of blankets you sleep with : 1
dream trip : thailand
last thing googled : gemini norawit (had to age check him cus that face card was insane)
account created : idek
what's your aesthetic : anything cool idk im all over the place
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