- Shane lied to his coworkers about his childhood friend being his boyfriend. So they got a weekend to play pretend being boyfriend.
heated, realistically
- 4k words, oneshot, Shane is college student, Ilya is famous hockey player
- Shane’s friends didn’t believe Shane is dating THE Ilya Rozanov
Canon Divergence Au
do you want the house tour?
- 3k words, oneshot, relationship revealed
- Shane and Ilya decided to reveal their relationship when Ilya had to film a house tour for a youtube channel
To only ever know the cold
- 26k words, completed chapters, angst
- Ilya got hurt and Svetlana called Shane to take care of him
A Study in Devotion (E)
- 3k words, one shot, sub Shane, dom Ilya
- Ilya showed jealous Shane why he’s the only one matters to him
To catch a homophobe or two, (or twenty)
- 3k words, one shot, shane mic’d up
- Centaurs played against Voyageurs while Shane being mic’d up to catch homophobes
i've been pushing for this for so long
- 34k words, completed chapters, outsiders POV, social medias
- the buzz of media after shane and ilya forcibly outed
hollanov break the internet
- 8k words, oneshot, social medias, mic’d up, 5+1
- internet are so interested in hollanov and especially when both of them being sweet even with cameras around
Just Family Things
- 5k words, oneshot, texting, 5+1
- centaurs bet on Shane’s limping and also traumatised the cens with their freakiness
Who Do You Love
- 8k words, oneshot, 5+1
- hollanov tried to do soft launch but internet did not believe them
Ilya Enchanted
- 15k words, oneshot, whimsical magical
- Ilya got a ‘gift’ from a drag queen. He can’t lie to save his life which would make him almost tell the world about Shane and him and their relationship
Different First Meeting Au
Night Changes
- 4k words, oneshot, Shane is famous hockey player
- Shane was drunkenly chased by a man. He tried to call Hayden but ended up calling a stranger who came to help him
what's like to be in a non-committal flirtationship with anton?
just a random stream of consciousness at 2am haha enjoyyy 🫨 not an smau !
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you met anton on a dating app. you weren't looking for anything in particular, and it turns out he was also non-committal. he was just bored during in one of his travels and wanted to talk to someone.
maybe it was also time to see what the dating app scene was all about.
well, once you saw his photos and instagram feed, you started to doubt your own "no strings attached" rule— jk! but who knows...
you got along well with anton. you guys would talk about random topics occasionally at first, until a week later, you found yourself holding your phone most of the time and secretly giggling at his messages.
anton was a genuinely nice guy. very outgoing and forward. you could sense he was sincere and you vibed well with him, so there was never a dull moment. for anton, the feeling was mutual. he was interested in you, despite sharing the same sentiment of not wanting to commit. just talking, flirting, and sometimes calling you pet names.
you’re always caught off guard when he drops those stupid pet names. there was no reason for him to do it, but again, stupid flirting setup too.
anton: baby otw home
anton: hru
you: ???
you've never met him and meeting up was never even raised in your conversations. literally, the both of you are just enjoying this online flirting setup, established by two people seemingly allergic to commitment.
anton: i miss you babyyyy
anton: saw a matcha pop-up earlier and thought of you :)
sometimes when you're not in the mood to reply and you're just mindlessly scrolling through reels, his name pops up on the top of your screen immediately. this was a scenario that you're already used to by the third week of your flirtationship. or whatever people call it.
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: yo
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: reply to meeeee
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: baby :(
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: r u ignoring me
[you]: im too lazy to type zzzz
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: ok
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: ill call then
[you]: go aheadd im watching reels im alr sleepy
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: aw man
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: i made a mix
the brainrot content you were watching is interrupted by a sudden ring. you answer, his face lighting up as he hears the sound of your groggy 'hello.'
"babeee, i can't see your pretty face." he looks at the screen, adjusting his lampshade towards the camera so the light might catch your face.
"ouch. i'm sleepy already, but i'd love to listen to your mixes."
most of the time, it's the random updates he sends that make you feel a tiny bit of something. oftentimes, those messages come with a photo of him. you have been honest at yourself, anton was really likeable and a hot guy. unfortunately, for the both of you, no one dares to move forward beyond whatever this is. yet both of you still wants it.
anton: long flight
anton: ill message you in a few hours babee
anton: heyy reply bacj
anton: back***!!!
you: safe skies :p
anton: aw
anton: is it not my time lmao
you: yeah
you: its someone else's schedule tonight
anton: ouch
you: jk nyahahah be safeee !! hope u rest well toni <3
anton: am i allowed to think of you during the flight?
anton: ^~^
you: well yes
you: as you should be.
you: even when you're not in flight
you: you have to think of me all the time
anton: why
anton: do u think of me all the time? :P
you flirt back as well. but in all fairness, he's the clingier and more attention-needy one between the two of you.
anton: BABY
anton: just incase u miss me today 🥸
you: your neck is sooo
you: ill mark them
anton: go ahead
anton: but youre 2 hours away loll
you: so what
you: didnt u know? im a vampire
anton: lmao come bite me then
and you accidentally fell asleep after discussing with him about twilight for an hour.
lately, he’s started this thing where he sends voice messages right before he sleeps. it's never anything important, just the sound of his sheets rustling and his voice sounding deep and raspy from tiredness, murmuring about his day until he eventually drifts off while the recording is still going.
iloveswimmingsomuch sent a voice message [0:20]
("...moment of weakness but i want to see you. goodnight, baby.")
[you]: someone’s bold tonight lol
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: just the facts
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: :)
on a random 3am night, you received not just another piece of his "moment of weakness," but it came with a selfie of him in bed. in bed. yeah.
anton 🦕🐶: can't sleep lol
you were jolted awake by the vibration, but you didn't respond, even though you wanted to. you’ve started to crave his attention more lately, that little hit of dopamine whenever his name pops up. but tonight, the pull of sleep was heavier than the need for the warmth he gives you every time he reaches out. you let the phone slip from your hand, his face being the last thing you saw before drifting off.
sometimes it goes like...
[antinitonny] replied to your story: wat da hek
[antinitonny] replied to your story: you're so beautiful
[antinitonny] replied to your story: 🫨🫨🫨
and when you're bored or just feeling brave enough to return the favor:
[you]: you're so hot
[you]: YUMMMM biceps
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: all for you 🙂↕️
[you]: delete that story before anyone else flirts with u omg?
[iloveswimmingsomuch]: got it 🫡
then there are the nights when he’s had a few too many. the filter he usually keeps and the one that pretends this is all just a game...seemingly starts to slip.
anton 🦕🐶: [0:12 voice message]
(in the audio: "dude i'm literally... i’m staring at our chats. why are you so far away? it’s actually annoying. come here. please?")
anton 🦕🐶: i miss u
anton 🦕🐶: no like. for real.
anton 🦕🐶: don’t laugh at me tmrw lol
you: STFU ARE YOU DRUNK ??????
he was. he called you that night and slurred a lot of things that sounded way beyond the status you have with him.
anton 🦕🐶: HIIIII
anton 🦕🐶: HOW ARE YOU BABYYY
anton 🦕🐶: thinking about u rn :// good thing u messaged haha
anton 🦕🐶: 🙂↕️
you're still non-committal, and you bet he still is. yet diving back into your chat with him after a long day, or the way he’s the first person you want to tell when literally anything happens...it’s starting to feel less like a game and more like coming home.
you: OH MY GOD
anton 🦕🐶: babe did something happen
anton 🦕🐶: helloooo?
you: omg omg omg
you: HOLD ON
anton: WHAT HAPPENED?
you: the tea abt my friends ex im telling u omg waitt
anton 🦕🐶: oh
anton 🦕🐶: i cant wait IM CALLING NOW
or when you need him...
you: thank you for listening :(((( im gonna cry bcos of your choice of words
anton 🦕🐶: i gotchu :) now go to sleep
you: ngl your face was too distracting
you: patrick drooling meme
some days when he thinks someone's 'entering' the scene...
[antinitonny] replied to your story: who’s that lol
[antinitonny] replied to your story: the guy in the beige shirt.
[you]: just a friend! why? u jealous antony? :p
[antinitonny]: nah.
[antinitonny]: 🤯
[you]: you're definitely jealoussss ok got it
[antinitonny]: i’m not.
[antinitonny]: why would i be jealous you're not even mine
[you]: defensive :p
[antinitonny]: i’m not.
[you]: he's just a friend lmfao stop it alr
[antinitonny]: ok
[antinitonny] sent a photo.
he was consistent. for someone who's just flirting with you, he was too consistent and so boyfriend.
it was never supposed to become anything, but at least you and anton are having fun. even with the uncertainty of where this is leading, you’re just glad it’s him on the other side of the screen. that’s all that matters, right? it’s a constant game of seeing who bends or who breaks first, under the weight of a non-committal label that’s starting to feel way too small for whatever this is.
anton 🦕🐶: i l*** you
you: ?
you: 🧐🧐🧐🧐
anton 🦕🐶: ill just say it upfront when we finally see each other
the cafe is this cute little pop-up spot with warm wood counters, hanging plants, and that signature coffee riize sign with the hibiscus flower. soft jazz hums low in the background. anton works behind the bar in his black apron over a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to show those veiny forearms. his name tag reads “tony” in neat handwriting, and a tiny gold hoop earring catches the light every time he turns his head. his hair is a little messy from the steam wand, and his lips stay naturally pouty while he focuses on latte art.
you come in every afternoon like clockwork with your backpack slung over one shoulder, wearing an oversized sweater that swallows your frame. your hair is tied up messy and cute, and your glasses slip down your nose when you concentrate. you always order the same thing: iced oat latte with extra foam and a dash of cinnamon. you say “please and thank you” with that shy smile that makes his heart do stupid flips.
at first it is all innocent. he notices you because you are always buried in textbooks or your laptop, chewing your pen cap absentmindedly and mumbling formulas under your breath. he starts drawing little hearts or cats in your foam without saying anything. he just slides the cup over with a soft “here you go” and watches your eyes light up when you see it. you look up, cheeks pink, and ask “did you…?” he just shrugs all cool and tall and says “maybe. study hard, okay?”
but then the obsession creeps in slow and sweet. he starts timing his breaks around when you usually show up. he memorizes your exact table preference: the corner by the window, away from the door so no drafts hit you. he remembers tiny details: you like the playlist with more lo-fi when it is raining, you fidget with your necklace when you are stuck on a problem, and you bite your lip when you finally get it right and do this tiny happy wiggle in your chair.
he catches himself staring way too long while wiping the counter, watching the way sunlight hits your face when you push your hair back and how your lashes flutter when you blink at your screen. one day you catch him mid-stare and he panics, dropping a spoon with a clatter. you giggle softly and he wants to die (in a good way).
things escalate when he starts adding secret menu notes on your cup sleeves. little things like “fighting today’s lecture! ♡” or “your smile > my latte art” scribbled in sharpie. you start blushing harder every time, hiding your face behind your book but peeking over the top to watch him work. he pretends not to notice but his ears turn red every single time.
one rainy evening the cafe is slow. you are the last customer, packing up slowly because you do not want to leave the cozy vibe. anton has the closing shift. he walks over with a fresh hot chocolate (not on the menu, just for you). “on the house. you looked cold.” he sits across from you uninvited but you do not mind. your eyes sparkle.
talking turns into hours. he asks about your major and listens so intently his chin rests on his hand, eyes never leaving your face. you ramble about your tough exam coming up and he says “you have got this. you are the smartest person who comes in here.” you laugh shyly and ask “you say that to all the regulars?” he leans closer, voice dropping: “no. just you.”
now he is properly whipped. he starts staying late just to walk you to your bus stop when it is dark (says it is safer but really he just wants more time with you). he brings you little gifts disguised as lost and found items: a cute cat keychain “someone left it, thought it suited you”, extra pastries “they were going to throw these out anyway”.
the obsession peaks when you miss a day. he gets anxious, keeps glancing at your empty table, messes up three lattes in a row. when you finally come back the next day (looking tired, bags under your eyes from all-nighters), he almost drops the milk pitcher. he rushes over with your usual plus a little note: “missed seeing you yesterday. do not overwork, okay? ♡ tony”
you read it, eyes watery from stress and cuteness overload, and mumble “thanks anton… i mean tony.” he freezes. “you know my real name?” you nod shyly “i asked one of the other baristas. sorry if that is weird.” he smiles so big his cheeks hurt. “not weird. i like hearing you say it.”
after weeks of cup-sleeve notes, shy eye contact over the espresso machine, and that one late-night text exchange where you admitted “i study better when i know you are watching from behind the counter :3”, anton finally shoots his shot properly.
he texts you one rainy thursday night: “hey… closing shift tomorrow. wanna come by at 9? cafe is empty after close. i will make you that secret caramel thing you like… no studying required this time. just us?”
you reply in like two seconds: “yes please!!! i will be there ♡”
friday rolls around. you show up right as the last customer leaves, still in your oversized hoodie and skirt combo (the one that makes his heart flips every time you bend to grab a book). the cafe lights are dimmed low, only the warm glow from the hanging lamps and the neon “coffee riize” sign flickering softly. the jazz playlist still hums quiet. anton is already out of his apron, just a black tee hugging his broad shoulders and those damn rolled sleeves showing off forearms that look way too capable. his hair is a little damp from the steam earlier, and his tiny gold hoop glints when he turns to lock the door behind you.
“hey cutie,” he says all soft and low, voice deeper without the cafe noise. he walks over slow, like he is giving you time to back out (you do not). he stops right in front of you, so tall you have to tilt your head back. “been thinking about this all day.”
you bite your lip, cheeks burning. “me too…”
that is all it takes. he cups your face with both hands (big, warm, calloused fingertips from grinding beans and pulling shots) and kisses you slow at first. his lips are soft and taste faintly like the vanilla syrup he always sneaks extra of. you melt instantly, hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. the kiss turns hungry fast: tongues sliding, little whimpers from you when he nips your bottom lip. he groans against your mouth and walks you backward until your ass hits the edge of the counter.
he lifts you up easy and sets you right on the marble (cold against your thighs under the skirt). he steps between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs slow, pushing the fabric higher. “fuck… you are even prettier up close like this.” he murmurs while kissing down your neck, sucking lightly on that spot that makes you gasp.
your hands are already tugging at his shirt. “anton… please…”
he chuckles low, that deep rumble vibrating against your skin. “please what, baby? use your words.”
“touch me… been thinking about your hands all week.”
his eyes darken instantly. one hand stays on your thigh, thumb rubbing circles higher and higher while the other slips under your hoodie, palm flat against your tummy, sliding up to cup your breast over your bra. he thumbs your nipple through the fabric till it pebbles hard. you arch into him with a whine.
“like this?” he teases, pinching lightly. you nod frantically. he pulls your hoodie off in one smooth move and unhooks your bra with practiced ease (barista fingers are nimble af). he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth: warm, wet, tongue swirling slow while his free hand finally dips between your thighs.
he finds you soaked through your panties already. he groans against your chest. “shit… all this for me?” his fingers trace your slit over the fabric, pressing just enough to make you buck. “been wet since you walked in?”
“y-yes… anton please—”
he hooks your panties to the side, middle finger sliding through your folds, collecting slick before circling your clit slow and firm. you are trembling already, hands in his hair, tugging. he adds a second finger, curls them inside you while his thumb keeps working your clit. pace steady, deep, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl against his hips.
“look at you… falling apart on my counter.” he whispers hot against your ear. “gonna make you cum here first… then take you upstairs to my place. want you in my bed all night.”
you clench around his fingers at the promise. he speeds up, curling harder, mouth back on your neck sucking a mark you know you will have to hide tomorrow. “cum for me, baby… let me feel it.”
you shatter hard: back arching, cry muffled against his shoulder, thighs shaking around his hand. he works you through it slow, kissing your cheek, your jaw, murmuring “good girl… so pretty when you cum for me.”
he does not even let you catch your breath fully. he scoops you off the counter bridal style (because of course he does) and carries you through the back door up the narrow stairs to his tiny apartment above the cafe. the door barely shuts before he has you on his bed: sheets smelling like fresh laundry and his cologne.
he strips you slow this time: skirt, panties, everything, kissing every inch of skin he uncovers. when you are naked under him he just stares for a second, eyes hungry. “fuck… you are perfect.”
you tug at his shirt. “your turn.”
clothes hit the floor fast. he is long and thick, already leaking when he settles between your thighs. he rubs the head through your slick folds, teasing. “ready for me?”
“yes… need you inside—”
he pushes in slow: inch by inch, stretching you so good you are gasping, nails digging into his back. he bottoms out with a low groan, forehead pressed to yours. “so tight… feel so good around me.”
he starts moving: deep, steady thrusts at first, letting you adjust, then harder when you start meeting him halfway. the bed creaks softly under you both. one hand pins yours above your head, other gripping your hip to angle deeper. he hits that spot over and over till you are seeing stars.
“anton… harder… please—”
he flips you onto your stomach, pulls your hips up, slides back in from behind. deeper angle now, balls slapping wet against you with every snap. he leans over, chest to your back, kisses your shoulder blade while pounding you senseless. “like this? taking me so well… my pretty study girl.”
you are babbling: his name, pleas, nonsense, pushing back to meet every thrust. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast. “cum with me baby… wanna feel you squeeze me.”
you do: harder than before, crying out muffled into the pillow, walls fluttering around him. it triggers him: he groans deep and wrecked, buries himself to the hilt and cums hot inside you, pulsing, filling you up.
he collapses half on top of you, both panting. he kisses your sweaty neck, your cheek, rolls to the side and pulls you into his chest. big arms wrap around you completely, legs tangling. “you okay?” he whispers all soft now, thumb stroking your spine.
you nod sleepy, nuzzling into his neck. “more than okay… best study break ever.”
he chuckles low, kisses your forehead. “good. because this is happening again. every friday after close… maybe more if you keep being this cute.”
you fall asleep like that: tucked against his heartbeat, his cum still leaking slow between your thighs, his hand resting possessive on your hip.
barista anton who went from foam art hearts to fucking you stupid on his bed upstairs… obsessed era fully activated >_<
sfw (tho slight suggestive at the end) [kinda wordy i got away lmfao]
- you don't really like the idea of flirting or being in a relationship with a friend from the same circle
- but all of a sudden, someone is changing that narrative. that someone = anton.
- basically, you've been in the same circle since freshman college. the circle has its own ~sub-units~, as to what your friends would like to call them. anton is usually with sohee and the guys yada yada
- it all started at a drinking game during wonbin's birthday
- everyone was asked who's their type in the circle; everyone answered safely and with no malice, some answering none. but alcohol got to you and you just blurted out anton's name in response to the question.
- everyone was silent. the actual guy named anton took a shot and returned your name in response to the question.
- everyone cooed, everyone cheered. but there's a certain shared atmosphere with anton that suddenly became too thick that night.
- after that night, anton suddenly became flirty with you. initially, you just saw it as a normal thing. he's like that—a gentleman and a sweet guy.
- it all officially started when he would randomly message you or send you tiktok and instagram reels. you went from nada to having an ongoing tiktok streak of 35 already. ever since, both of you have established that he will facetime you as both of you study. sometimes, he's practicing a cello piece while you're stressed out with org work, but you never get annoyed
- oh, also, he would always sing to you as he practices with his guitar or piano. that's where you start getting annoyed... because you're definitely falling. lol anyway
- well, you could say your battery has already deteriorated from how you and anton would always go on a sleep call
- sitting next to you in hangouts, scooting closer to you on couches, opening the cap of your bottle, resting his shoulder on yours, quickly dropping to his toes to tie your shoelaces, cleaning your utensils when the circle decides to eat outside, explaining to you (in his soft-spoken voice) what the group was bickering about or what the boys were debating about, and so on
- one time, he insisted on having you on his lap during a car ride where only one person brought a car. so you spent an entire hour stiff and breathless as you were settled on his lap. well, sohee was on wonbin's lap. your other girl friend was also on another girl friend's lap... so being on anton's lap seems normal, right?
- his hands steady your waist, your back pressing to his chest when the car suddenly brakes. anton, on the other hand, swears he could smell you and would slightly pull you closer so you can be comfortable. he asks you from time to time to adjust and assures you not to hold back your weight
- the small moments shared and the subtle actions that make your breath hitch continue every day. you let him, though. you don't say anything. and it's just as bad how these lines are blurred. again, you guys have been friends for a long time...
- it's all about the longevity and comfort you guys shared. LMFAOO you try to convince yourself that way
- but those aspects suddenly blur out when it's only the two of you studying together at the library and throwing flirty punches at each other.
- anton's sentences would often start or end with him referring to you as "pretty," "babe," or worse: "baby." and worst of all, you just let him and don't police that habit...
- when everyone's hanging out at wonbin's house, he would suddenly sneak up behind you and lean on your shoulders. he'd compliment how you look and how he likes your scent. apparently, the anton lee likes giving back hugs... and likes being hugged every night...
- also maintaining eye contact while being across the table or sofas? and he would just smirk when you break the eye contact
- to say the least, even the most boring errands—like grocery shopping, buying stuff you need for school, or waiting in line at the hospital—felt so exciting because anton was your company.
- you'd say everything is normal until it's 12 am, and anton's sleeping soundly with his face on your neck, laying on his side clinging to your waist
- then came the days when he would tease you, or plague your late-night talks with "what if" questions
- "you're lucky you're cute." "if you keep treating me like this, i might fall." "what if i actually took you on a real date?" "what if we actually kissed right now? nah, i'm just playing."
- and telling any of your friends about all of this could be the dealbreaker. so both of you never did. hell, you and anton never even addressed this elephant you're nurturing in your friendship... setup.
- "best friends premium?" you shamelessly muttered to your close girl friends when they caught all those selfies of you and anton in bed, cuddling together. or even those photos when the two of you went for breakfast 'dates.'
- sohee mentioned one time to everyone that anton's wallpaper is a baby photo of someone. "oh anton-ah, you didn't tell us you're talking to someone! who is it?" anton remained quiet but he quickly glanced at you to see your reaction.
- you bit your lip, hiding your smile from everyone who was teasing him. it was your baby photo that he found so cute when you showed him one time. you didn't know that he actually took a photo of it. and made it his wallpaper. like fuckkk WAT DAT MEAN?
- you noticed that anton seems different and acts unusual when you're wearing his clothes
- he's flustered each time :p
- so, you steal some of his clothes and he just lets you...
- you swore you saw him bite his lip one time when you were just wearing his oversized hoodie and your sleep shorts
- the subtle (or not-so-subtle) tension that arises when your previous fling or ex situationship is in the proximity. or when you're suddenly clingy with one of your friends (he doesn't care if it's a girl or a guy... he knows you can bend all genders so all of a sudden he's sulky???)
- "i'm not jealous though," he states.
- "okay. i didn't ask though. wha- anton, can you stop pouting?"
- but he still wins because he's holding your hand as you two walk to your house after the hangout or after your classes. sometimes its his biceps you're holding when the two of you are walking.
- finally, your and anton's tiktok streak says 50. so, 50 days of ridiculousness already of whatever-this-is with anton. you have fallen already. definitely. you feel conflicted at the same time. and you hope he does, too
- the routine you shared was present daily and anton was consistent in either being the flirty friend or stirring your feelings. well, to be fair, he's a romantic guy...
- the flower vase in your room was never empty. when he comes to visit for a movie night or a study night or a sleepover, he's never empty-handed as he enters your door. there's always a bundle of fresh flowers from the supermarket in his hands. if it's a special day, they're from a flower shop :3
- your friends can't do it anymore. they have noticed, they pointed it out, they sometimes pretend not to know or care. but they're just tired of seeing anton and you dilly-dally and call it friendship
- one night, as you and anton were walking to his house from a nearby burger joint sungchan recommended, you felt like it was already time to address it. his hand was warm on your palm, and he's just grinning as he sways it playfully
- you stopped in your tracks. the moment you guys were sharing earlier and the quiet of the night made it feel like it was the right time. "do you think we should date?"
- "definitely."
- "cool."
- "yeah, yeah."
- it felt sweet and innocent even though you guys were quiet and red the whole walk back to his place. you guys weren't teenagers anymore yet you acted like it—
- acting all innocent after that declaration of affection and suddenly you're in his lap, hoodie on the floor, your fingers threading through his hair carefully, and his lips almost engraved in yours
- you pulled away, unable to breathe. he whines.
- "well, i'm sorry i don't have the lungs of a swimmer." you playfully rolled your eyes.
- he scoffs lazily, followed by a smirk. "my bad."
- "remove your shirt, lee."
- anton follows and went for a quick kiss then pulled away out of nowhere. he rasped, "you know what else i could dive into?"
- you and anton both slept very well that night
- the following day, he asked you out properly for a date with all the things you could ask for (yet you never did because he did it all naturally!)
burying my face there would solve every single one of my problems. it’s medicinal. if i were to vanish, please check the crevice of his arm. that is my home now.
a : MEOW MEOW MEOWWW !!! i didn’t include any smut :c didn’t know how to fit that in…!!
he walks in looking like he took a wrong turn from the library. oversized hoodie, baggy cargo pants, hair a little fluffy and messy, big doe eyes scanning the beach like “wait… am i supposed to be here?” he barely speaks during intros just mumbles “hi i’m anton” with that soft shy smile while the other guys are doing full-on model walks and intense eye contact. the girls immediately go feral. “he’s so cute?? is he okay?? does he need a hug??” meanwhile the guys are already sweating because they can feel the shift in energy.
physical challenge day? everyone thinks he’s gonna be awkward and weak because he’s so quiet and soft-looking. then he takes the hoodie off and oh my god. long lean lines, toned abs, shoulders that look wider now that the fabric isn’t hiding them, arms with just enough definition to make you dizzy. he doesn’t show off or flex, he just quietly carries the girls across the water like they’re made of feathers, wins the piggyback race without even breathing hard, and when he sets someone down he gives them that tiny worried “you okay?” with those big eyes. the girls are literally clutching their chests. one of them whispers “he’s so gentle but so strong i’m unwell.” the guys are done for.
beach conversations are where he accidentally destroys everyone.
he doesn’t talk much. just listens with full eye contact and tiny nods, asking soft questions like “what’s your favorite song right now?” or “do you get scared of the ocean at night?” in that deep quiet voice. somehow every girl feels like she’s the only one in the world he’s actually seeing. when they ask him what he’s looking for he says something simple like “someone who feels like home… someone i can be quiet with.” then looks down at the sand blushing. the whole island collectively loses their minds.
confession card time?
he writes the shortest message in history: “your smile is really pretty. can we talk more?” no name. just folds it, leaves it on the table, and walks away with his hands in his pockets like it’s no big deal. the girls are SCREAMING trying to figure out who it’s for. (it’s for you. it’s always for you.)
when he finally gets a date he’s so nervous he almost trips getting on the boat. sits across from you blushing so hard his ears are red. keeps stealing glances at your lips while you talk. when you reach over to fix his hair he freezes completely, big eyes wide, breath hitching. whispers “you’re… really close” like he’s never had anyone this close before.
then the kiss.
slow. soft. hesitant at first, his lips barely brush yours like he’s asking permission. you deepen it. he makes this tiny broken sound in his throat and suddenly his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer, kissing you like he’s been starving for it. tongue shy but eager, fingers trembling where they grip your shirt. when he pulls back he’s breathing hard, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, whispers “sorry… i couldn’t help it.”
the whole island knows he’s done for after that. he follows you around like a lost puppy. saves you the best spot at meals. gives you his hoodie when you’re cold. stares at you during group games with the softest, most lovesick expression while everyone else is competing. when another guy tries to talk to you he just stands behind you silently doesn’t say anything, doesn’t glare, just exists there with his height and quiet intensity until the guy awkwardly walks away.
in the confession booth he can barely look at the camera. rubs the back of his neck. voice soft. “i… i really like her. like… a lot. she makes me feel… safe? and warm? i don’t know how to explain it. i just want to be around her all the time. is that weird?”
the producers eat it up. the audience melts. the comments are just “HE’S SO WHIPPED” “PROTECT HIM” “THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER IM CRYING”
he wins the whole show without ever raising his voice or starting drama. just by being tall, sweet, quietly obsessed, and devastatingly good at making one girl feel like the center of his entire universe.
and when he finally gets to choose at the end? he doesn’t hesitate. walks straight to you. cups your face with both hands. kisses you soft and slow in front of everyone while the fireworks go off.
whispers against your lips:
“only you. always you.”
game over. anton wins singles inferno by being the most dangerous kind of contestant: quiet, patient, and completely, hopelessly in love with you. <3
600 event!! congratulations btw my lovely lia!! :3
can i do.. lee chanyoung with prompt 18? ☺️🤍
anton lee + “i want you. i need you”
(18+ mdni !!!) warnings: alcohol, this is more suggestive than full on smutty an: can you tell how much i love summer themed fics :3 yall will be FED once it’s summertime… anyways tysm annie i love you !!! i hope u enjoy 🫶🏽🫶🏽
you’re so pretty. a little too pretty.
sitting at the poolside with your best friend, giggling over a glass of some alcoholic concoction, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous. in your little bikini, sarong tied around your waist, not a single inch of skin hidden from his sight… it’s intoxicating. your chest bounces a little with every laugh, and your hair sways in the evening wind, so shiny and healthy.
he has absolutely no clue what wonbin’s talking about right now. he doesn’t really care either, so focused on you that everything else is simply white noise.
he places his beer in his friend’s hand, “yeah, that’s great..” anton makes his way towards you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards when you smile up at him.
“having fun?” you ask, giggling when he crouches down to give you a kiss.
he hums, “kinda hungry. can we go inside?”
you tilt your head. “there’s food on the grill right now..”
“no, i wanna go inside. i want something cold.” he puts his hand out, and with confusion you let him take you inside.
sliding the back door open, he flies right past the kitchen, pushing you right into one of the vacant bedrooms. with your back against the wall, his lips fall right on yours immediately, body magnetized to your own as he finally gets to act on his desires.
“you’re so pretty, baby,” he dips his head down, tongue running over your collarbone, teeth gently pulling at the skin. “in this tiny little thing…” his finger pulls at the strap of your top, letting it snap back against your skin before pulling it off your shoulder.
“tony..” you gasp, arching into him when you feel his hardness against your stomach.
“i want you. i need you.. so badly,” he breathes, and he knows your girlfriends will come looking for you soon enough, so he doesn’t wait to undo your bottoms and have a taste.
thinking about... gamer best friend eunseok with a breeding kink
word count: 2.8k
content warnings: fem reader, friends to lovers, dom eunseok, dry humping, some slapping, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, light choking, one mention of masturbation (m.)
taglist: @rustypink
divider: saradika-graphics
a/n: written in response to this ask! (there's an nsfw link that inspired this in case anyone wants to check it out 😵💫 everyone say thank you @soheeton) this was supposed to have been a drabble, but eunseok makes me insane...... so have this instead! enjoy <3
on a random day, you go to over to eunseok's place after hitting the gym, giving him some half assed excuse about why the hell you're showing up to his doorstep in a baggy shirt that basically swallows you, tiny and tight shorts adorning your legs and making them look so plush, body sweaty and hair slightly disheveled. eunseok doesn't pay any attention to what you're saying, just nodding and leaving some space for you to come in, eyes trained to your ass—because you just had to scrunch up the back of your shirt, making it shorter than the front—feeling himself get nearly hipnotized from how it swayed from side to side as he watched you make your way to his bathroom.
eunseok tries to break out of his trance by returning to his desk and hitting play on the game he had been focused on before you arrived. apparently, you were already coming, because, by the time you come back, you're wearing a brand new pair of your own clothes. through his peripheral vision, he sees you come into his bedroom and leave your bag by the door before disappearing behind him, probably to lie down on his bed. eunseok tries his best to keep his concentration on the game before him, but the mental image of you sprawled on his bed, fresh out of the shower, not to mention the way you looked earlier... he could already feel his dick chubbing up in his shorts.
he only fully comes back to his senses when eunseok feels your presence beside him, taking off his headset and placing it on the desk as you put your hands on his armrest, lowering your body to look closely at his computer screen. the movement makes the scent of your shampoo hit his nose—damn, you really came prepared—, and he moves his hands to his lap, trying to cover up just how much having you smell so good and so close to his face do to him.
"what are you playing?" you turn to look at him, a smile making its way to your face when you see the faint blush on your best friend's face, evident even with the dim, colored lights of his bedroom, and the way he can't bring himself to look you in the eyes for more than two seconds.
unable to say no to you and mostly eager to get you to stop staring at him, he nods, fixing his glasses as he starts showing you the mechanics of the game. you start getting tired of standing beside his chair, so you do what anyone would've done, right? you have to stifle a laugh when you hear his breath hitch the moment your ass makes contact with his thighs.
eunseok's hands rush to your hips, holding tightly on to them to prevent you from scooting back and feeling his very much still present hard-on. "what are you doing?" his voice is quiet, but his words are firm, and that makes you bite your lips.
you look over your shoulder to look eunseok in the eyes through his glasses, saying as you shrug, "i was tired of standing up." you're not stupid, you know eunseok is into you; you knew he just needed a little push to act on his desires.
his eyes darken, words slow as he asks "and you decide to sit on my lap?"
you shrug again, your eyes looking down at his lips, feeling his own gaze following yours, before turning to face his computer again. you hear eunseok let out an airy chuckle before you're surprised by how forcefully he pulls your hips back, sitting you directly on top of his hard cock. you can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth, loving how good the brief friction between your bodies felt.
"you smell so good" eunseok says lowly, taking advantage of your closeness to breathe in the scent of your still damp hair. "this what you wanted?"
when you take too long to respond, too distracted by the feeling of eunseok's nose brushing your neck after moving your hair out of the way, the hand still on your hip squeezes it tightly, moving you against his dick again. "yeah... wanted it for so long, seok," you moan, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as he kept guiding your hips to grind on him.
eunseok then hastily pushes you away from his lap, making you stand up, and presses you against his desk, the wood digging at your thigh. you don't find it in yourself to care when eunseok keeps humping your ass, his right hand sneaking inside your shorts to cup your pussy. he says against your ear "fuck, you're so wet... you came here to get fucked, hm? is that what you wanted? to get fucked by your best friend?"
you feel your legs turn to jelly, the only two things keeping you upright being eunseok's left hand on your hip and your hands clumsily supporting yourself on top of his keyboard, probably messing up whatever he was doing before with how you kept accidentally pressing random keys. you arch your back, pressing more of your ass against eunseok's clothed dick and making his fingers almost slip inside you "fuck me, seok. want you to fuck me until my pussy can only take your cock," smiling deviously at him over your shoulder.
eunseok groans, immediately starting to pull your shorts down. you lightly swat his hand away so you can take off your own clothes as he figures his own out, too impatient to finally get him inside you to wait for him to undress you both. when you're both naked, eunseok kicks your clothes away, clearing space on the floor as he position himself behind you again, left hand returning to your hip as the right one holds the base of his dick to slide over your folds.
your body slides further on the desk, your head almost hitting his monitor when you let it fall forward as you feel eunseok's tip brush your clit. eunseok chuckles at your reaction, sliding his shaft between your pussy lips faster to coat it in your slick, saying, "you could've just asked for my dick, pretty. i've wanted to fuck this pussy since the first time i saw you."
you wiggle your ass, trying to get eunseok to put his dick in you already, whining out a loud, "so fuck me!"
eunseok has the nerve to laugh at you, stopping his movements to give your ass a slap that makes you hiss and a new, stronger wave of lust spread through your insides. he says, "so bratty... you went two years pretending not to know i like you, so you can wait a few minutes more."
he kept his torture on your body for a little longer, playing with your boobs while still sliding his cock through your folds. when eunseok starts feeling like he'll explode if he doesn't fuck you soon, you feel his left hand slide up your hip to your back, pushing you so your entire torso is pressed on top of his desk, feeling your boobs get squished against his keyboard.
you sigh when you finally feel eunseok lining up his dick to your pussy, biting your lip just at the sensation of his tip brushing your entrance. you and eunseok moan in unison when he pushes into you all at once, your insides pulsing at the sudden intrusion. eunseok doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the stretch since he hadn't prepped you, but his hand finds your ass again, slapping and gripping it tightly, groaning "you're so fucking tight, fuck. gonna fuck you so good you'll get addicted to my cock."
before you can try to answer, eunseok starts moving, starting slow, but working his way to a faster pace, fingers digging at your hips. your let your head hang down, eyes rolling to the back of your head from how deep eunseok's dick is fucking you, forehead touching the support of eunseok's monitor. "eunseok," you whine, trying to find something on his desk to hold onto when he sets a merciless pace, feeling his balls hit your clit every time he sank back into you.
"you're such a perv," he chuckles. "can't believe you're getting off on your best friend fucking you."
eunseok's works only serve to get you wetter, head spinning from how insanely good it felt to have your best friend absolutely destroy your pussy; the same guy who has been innocently supporting your every decision, made you laugh and wiped your tears for the past couple years. you whimper "only want you to fuck me, eunseok," adjusting your right leg so it's resting on top of eunseok's desk, presenting yourself more to him.
your best friend groans, right hand traveling to your front to play with your clit as he says, "you can bet you're gonna get addicted to my cock by the time i'm done with you, baby."
the pleasure you're feeling freezes your body to the point you don't even feel your toes curling and your legs shaking from eunseok's ministrations on your clit, eyes completely unfocused on what's in front of you, mouth hanging open in a silent moan. eunseok started fucking into you even faster, feeling himself get close from how well your tight, wet walls enveloped his cock and the fucked out expression on your face.
eunseok leans down to speak directly in your ear, feeling his glasses slide down his nose, "can i cum inside you, pretty? wanna fill you up so bad, keep you stuffed with my cum," smiling so big when you blindly nod, clenching around him just thinking about how good his cum will feel shooting inside you.
"make my pussy take all your cum, seok, please!" you gasp, nails scratching the desk as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.
eunseok's hand on your hip moves to quickly fix his glasses before he speeds his other hand on your clit, focusing on fucking you harder and deeper, addicted to the way your pussy grips his dick, barely letting him pull back. "fuck, i'm cumming! gonna fill you up, baby. cum with me," he moans, holding even more tightly to your hip as he feels your left leg start to wobble, rutting inside you as you let out a loud moan, the feeling of cumming around eunseok better than anything you've ever felt in your entire life. eunseok stills inside you, moving his hand away from your clit to wrap around your neck and pull you flush against his chest as he feels himself start to empty inside you, speaking through gritted teeth, "such a good fucking pussy, oh my god." your eyes close from how heavenly it feels to have eunseok's hand on your neck and his load inside you, trying to focus on not falling forward again.
when you both finally come back down for your highs, eunseok gently shushes you as you whine when he pulls out. he moves your right leg from the top of his desk so you're standing on both your legs again. your best friend—or whatever it is that eunseok is to you right now—spins you around so you're facing him, wasting no time to pull you in for a kiss, pushing his tongue inside your mouth to taste you, his glasses slightly digging at your face.
you blink tiredly at him when he pulls back, licking your lips as to try and keep as much as you could of eunseok's taste in your mouth, making he lean in to give you one, two, three more pecks before his kisses trail down from your lips to your jaw and finally to your neck, sucking on the skin as he gently squeezed one of your boobs in his right hand. you let your head fall back, showing eunseok the entire expanse of your neck for him to kiss and bite as your hands tugged his hair.
a whine almost leaves your mouth in disappointment when eunseok pulls back, but he says first "let me fuck you again. wanna look in your eyes while i cum inside you this time," staring straight into your eyes as his fingers gather the cum that had dripped down your thigh to spread them through your folds, making your knees buckle. "yes, yes, please," you immediately agree, making him smile.
eunseok takes your hand in his, helping you walk the short distance to his bed as your legs were still wobbly. you get on his bed, walking in all fours towards his pillows, but eunseok can only focus on the marvelous view he's getting of your cunt in this position and how messy it looks, his cum leaking all over your legs.
you barely make yourself comfortable on your back before eunseok fits himself between your legs again, caressing your waist and leaning down to kiss you again, faster this time, still eager to memorize your taste, but even more to get inside you once more. when you smile against his lips, you can feel eunseok smiling too before his hands move to your legs, hooking on the back of your knees to push them towards the mattress, putting you in a mating press. he signals for you to hold one of your legs as he strokes his dick slowly, watching your spread out pussy with a hungry gaze.
"this pretty pussy is all mine now, right?" he asks lowly, thumb coming to rub your clit slowly. you quickly nod, and that's all eunseok needs to scoot closer to you, lining up his dick again as he says, "gonna cum inside you some more so you don't forget," sliding inside you with no extra warning.
your hands grip the sheets tightly as eunseok sets a fast pace from the beginning, well aware that neither of you are lasting long this time around, but still needing to feel your cunt clenching around so perfectly after so long of dreaming about it and sneaking to the bathroom to jerk off after sleepovers. now using both hands to spread your legs for him, eunseok leans down to lick and kiss your breasts, looking up at you through his glasses like a man starved, whispering against your skin "rub your clit for me," before pulling back, almost mounting you with how much more strongly he started fucking you.
with the sight before your eyes, you're sure you wouldn't even need any more stimulation to cum—seeing eunseok completely flushed, keeping your legs wide open for him and fucking into you as if it's the last thing he'll ever do being more than enough to get you going. still, you do as he says, one hand moving to your clit as the other reached for the back of eunseok's neck, desperately pulling him towards you again, needing the closeness. eunseok's right hand leaves your leg to support himself on the mattress, the proximity of your bodies serving as an obstacle for you to close your legs.
his other hand moves to your face, caressing your cheek before giving you a quick peck. eunseok says "gonna cum inside you again, baby," making you whine, rubbing your clit faster as your eyes roll back. your best friend doesn't have it, though, squishing your cheeks between his fingers, forcing you to look at him again, even through dazed eyes. he says sternly "i said i wanna cum inside you while looking you in the eyes," only letting go of your cheeks when you nod, his strictness making your body feel hotter.
"gimme more cum, seokie," you whimper, making him groan. he kisses your lips one last time, before fucking into you as fast as he can, chasing his orgasm as he feels the rapid movements of your hand under him.
"gonna fill my– fuck, my pretty girl again," eunseok says, looking at you dead in the eyes. this makes you whine, legs trying to close in on themselves as you feel yourself cum, trying your best to not look away from him or stop the movements of your hands while eunseok kept thrusting into you, helping you ride your high until the end. you breathing is ragged when you're done, your slick hand leaving your cunt to hold onto eunseok's hair, whimpering in overstimulation. "fuck! i'm cumming inside you again, baby, i'm cumming," eunseok nearly whines, his thrusts faltering as he feels himself cum once again.
when you feel his cum begin to leak from you again, even with his cock still plugging most of it inside, you finally let yourself close your eyes, breathing heavily. eunseok all but flops down on top of you, not caring how sticky either of you were, just basking in your closeness.
the moment you lock eyes again, you smirk and asks, "your pretty girl?"
"of course," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "or do i need to cum inside you a third time for you to get it?" eunseok lightly moves his hips against yours, his cock, still half hard, sliding against your walls slowly, making you gasp.
thinking about... wanting to reward your boyfriend, anton
word count: 6.6k
content warnings: fem reader, porn with some plot, oral (f. and m. rec), there's some action involving anton's balls too like idk if there's a name for that, soft dom anton but he's a little shit, snowballing, begging, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, the word mommy is used twice but no actual mommy kink.
a/n: this is sooo nasty and long as hell... hope you guys enjoy it! and thank you for the huuuge support "venus" received <3 comments and/or asks to talk about my fics are thoroughly appreciated :D
to put it simply, none of your previous relationships were good, if you can even call what you had "relationships". you had been so desperate for love and validation, you still stayed with your ex-boyfriend even when he just turned around and fell asleep after you two had had your first time together, not looking at you or saying a word after getting you all dirty with his load.
humiliating, yes, but three months later, you finally realized there were literally no good reasons for you to stay with him.
your ex treated you with about the same warmth as one would treat a colleague from another department you only see every once in a while in the company. he didn't care about your interests or hobbies, and he was not interested in meeting your friends or family, let alone how he was incredibly mediocre in bed. you still get entire body shivers when you remember giving so much of yourself to someone like that, but you try to just be glad it's all in the past.
what came as a result of all of this was: you spent almost two years being painfully single. you honestly didn't mind it that much; it still stung whenever you remembered how nonchalant your ex was when you broke things off with him, so meeting new people felt scary. if you went to a party or club, you could still kiss someone here and there, but every time someone tried to show you they were interested in getting to know you better, you had the same physical reaction as someone who's being hunted for sport.
you had nearly given up on ever having romantic feelings for anyone again when sungchan mentioned a friend of his was moving to south korea. you and sungchan were as close as two coworkers could be, you supposed. the two of you would coordinate lunch breaks and always text each other about the latest office gossip, but you had never hung out outside of an office setting, so you obviously were a little taken aback when, during a random lunch break, sungchan asked if you wanted to tag along him and some friends of his to watch this new movie that had just come out.
it's not like the idea of going for a friendly hangout with sungchan bothered you; if anything, you'd been hoping he'd cross that bridge, being the less shy one out of the two of you. but precisely because you know sungchan is aware of your quieter disposition, you were confused as to why he wanted your first time meeting outside of work be with his close friends around.
before you could ask, though, sungchan said, with a barely contained smile and the tone of someone who's up to no good, "i have this friend, anton, that i think you'd really get along with, you know? he's korean, but he grew up in the states so it's almost like he's a foreigner. just like you! i feel like you have so much in common, really." the crease between your eyebrows only deepened—was sungchan seriously trying to set you up with one of his friends?
once again beating you up to it, before you could deny it, sungchan pulled up some photos of anton that immediately shut you up. oh, fuck, was the guy handsome. doe eyes, big nose, plump lips, thick thighs, huge shoulders and a teeny tiny waist. there's no way in hell you could say no.
anton told you later he was the one who saw you in one of the pictures sungchan had posted from your team and that he had begged sungchan to find a way to introduce you two. to give them some grace, even if they had been plotting on you, the hangout was actually really fun and easy. anton didn't come too strongly to try and interact with you to the point of being inconvenient; he would instead do more subtle things, like offering to share the popcorn he had bought for himself and doubling down on it whenever you poked fun at sungchan. you kept in contact after that, having been way more charmed by him than you were already expecting, and it didn't take long for him to ask you out on a date.
going on dates with anton was so easy it almost scared you. he would pay for absolutely everything, he had held your hand in public since the first date and he would always plan really thoughtful dates instead of last-minute booty calls, as your ex did. you were absolutely smitten with him and, for the first time, you could tell it went both ways. when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, you jumped onto him with such energy anyone watching would've thought anton was proposing to you instead, the huge smile on anton's face nearly blinding you. that night, anton made you feel not only so much pleasure that you nearly passed out, but beyond the lust, you could feel how much he truly loves you. and that? that unlocked something inside you.
usually, you're a bit of a pillow princess when it comes to your sex life. you thought it was just a preference, but after anton became your boyfriend you realized you just weren't as into your previous boyfriends as your lovesick mind thought you were. to you, anton is truly one of a kind: he's not afraid of showing how much he adores you, clinging to your waist at all times, or, at the very least, he makes sure some part of him is touching you. he buys you chocolate, pain medicine, and pads the day after you complain about your upcoming period. anton also comes to your apartment straight after work on most days, even if his place is closer to his job—and it doesn't matter if he's tired after his shift, he will always drag you to the bathroom to shower or bathe with him and will even give you a massage if work was rough for you too.
all those little things started piling up in your heart and the back of your mind, and that combined with how incredibly hot your boyfriend is... you're almost embarrassed to admit it, feeling like you're worse than a pubescent thirteen-year-old boy, but you seriously felt like you could fuck anton every day. you blame it all on anton, though. how could you not want him to absolutely rearrange your guts when he's smiling so sweetly up at you—head comfortably nestled on your lap and pressing gentle kisses to your thighs every now then—when you're just yapping about boring work stuff?
luckily for you, anton's past as a professional swimmer means he had great stamina. not only that, but the man is completely head over heels for you, which meant he was more than happy to indulge you all the time. you know your boyfriend isn't any better than you though; he acts all innocent, but you've had been dating anton for long enough to realize just how much he enjoys the fact that he can just give you a quick peck and speak in his usual low, soft tone "i love you, baby" and that that's already enough for you to start getting wet.
you and anton are both adults juggling their personal lives with their careers, though, so as much as you two wish you could spend entire days fucking like rabbits, it's just not doable. still, you always have that itch in you, begging to be scratched, egging you on to just do something for your boyfriend. anton is the best thing that has happened to you these past few months you've been dating. how can you not reward him? and with that thought in mind, you developed a sort of habit.
sometimes one or both of you are a tad too tired to have sex the way you two like, especially anton, who, despite enjoying the desperation of an occasional quickie, enjoys it much more when he has time to fuck you deep and thoroughly.
sometimes you don't have time; every once in a while, your company gears up for a big event and the day before is always filled with running around, making calls and staring at spreadsheets until it's way past the time you usually clock out. after days like these, you always get home late and, even so, you still have to wake up early to help with the final preparations for the event, so you unfortunately can't afford to lose even more sleep even if you feel your empty cunt clench around nothing as you see anton running you a warm bath to help you relax after the stressful day.
your solution? having anton's dick in your mouth every chance you get.
even with your mediocre sex life prior to meeting anton, you always found giving head enjoyable. there's just something about how dick tastes and the weight of that hardness on your tongue that really turns you on. nothing compares to giving anton head, though. the flush on his face as he looks down at you, his swollen lips from how much he's biting them, the lustful sighs that manage to escape from his throat... even if anton absolutely despises the thought of leaving you hanging, on the days you don't have a lot of time to spare, you swear you'd be okay with doing just that: give him the sloppiest blowjob you can manage, have him feed you with his cum and just keep nursing on his cock until he either goes soft in your mouth or the agitation from the day finally catches up to you, making you fall asleep.
anton said multiple times, in between shocked and love-filled giggles, that you're insane. you still think it's his fault for having a dick that tastes that good. and not as if he's any better either—if you don't fall asleep after sucking the life out of his dick, most of the time he's more eager than you to return the favor, claiming your pussy gets so wet afterwards that it tastes even better.
you had a feeling when you woke up that today might be one of these days. for once, anton hadn't slept at your place the night before, so you subconsciously licked your lips just looking at the empty space in your bed where your boyfriend usually sleeps. "thank fucking god today is friday," you grumble against your hands that cover your face. you just need to make it through the day, you think, and when you get home, your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend will come soon after and you'll be able to yank his pants out of his body. positive affirmations to get the day started, or whatever it is that people say, right?
the rest of your day goes on as about normal—you feed your cat before leaving the apartment, your manager pisses you off by asking you to do tasks you've already done, sungchan invites you for lunch and tells you a manager from another department was caught making out with the fresh out of college and eager to please newest hire of her team. same old, same old.
when the clock finally hits 5, you hastily shove all your stuff inside your bag, saying goodbye to everyone as quickly as you can without sounding too impolite, and make your way to the nearest subway station. thankfully, you managed to find a place for yourself that's only two subway stations away from work, so the ride home is usually quick and uneventful. you greet the doorman as you get to your building, standing eagerly in front of the elevator as you clutch the straps of your bag, just wishing to get home as soon as possible.
as you finally step out of the elevator, you're rummaging through your bag trying to find your keys, but as you're standing in front of your door, you feel the smell of fresh food hit your nose—and it's coming from inside your apartment? when you finally manage to fish your keys out of the black hole that is your work bag, you unlock the door, already kicking your shoes off your feet. the moment you close the entrance door behind you, you feel a wave of warmth hit you as you take in the scene in front of your very eyes: anton, all in his cuddly glory wearing his stay-at-home glasses, a hoodie and sweatpants, sitting on your couch with your cat snuggled up to his chest—she knows what she likes—, snowball's black fur sticking to your boyfriend's entire face as you hear the sound of something boiling in the kitchen.
you like dogs too, but, after learning about anton's allergy, you're so glad you decided to have a cat because it's so damn cute to see how he's almost as clingy with snowball as he is with you.
anton and snowball look up at you at the same time when they hear the door click and you can't help but coo at the way they both visibly perk up at the sight of you. "welcome home, baby!" anton smiles at you while snowball lets out a loud meow, scrambling to be freed from anton's hold in favor of crossing the living room to nuzzle your legs. you absentmindedly throw your bag on the floor to pick up your cat, and when you bury your face in her fur, you hear anton speak up "no fair, she always leaves me when you arrive! and why does she get to be hugged first?"
you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, putting snowball back on the floor to make your way towards the couch. your arms wrap around anton's neck before you lower your body to straddle his lap, feeling his hands slide from your knees to your waist as he looks at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. "that's my daughter. if you didn't want to share, you shouldn't be dating a mom," you retort with a playful smile of your own.
"fine, fine... i still get to be kissed first, right?" anton asks before leaning closer to nudge your noses together, breaths already mingling. instead of replying, you choose to just close the distance between your lips, sighing in delight as you feel anton's plump lips against yours. one of his hands comes to your face, lovingly caressing your cheek while he lightly pushes your head to be more inclined so he can deepen the kiss, needing to feel more of your tongue against his. you press a few more wet pecks against anton's lips before pulling back, giggling when he whines and follows your head, trying to get you to kiss him again.
"shouldn't you check on what you're cooking?" you arch an eyebrow.
your boyfriend is lovely. he really is. but if you had to cite a flaw of his, it would be how awful he is in the kitchen. anton tries so hard, but most of his attempts end up in failure. you try not to sound like you're afraid of whatever he whipped up this time, but anton sees right through your act, chuckling at how adorable you look while trying not to hurt his feelings.
"i put on a timer," he says, wiggling his eyebrows, adding "i followed the recipe to a t this time, baby. i think this is the one!" you laugh as he shakes you on his lap, tightening the hold on his neck so you don't fall on poor snowball who's resting dangerously near anton's left foot.
just as you're about to respond, you hear the time go off on anton's phone, completely forgotten on top of the coffee table behind you. anton gives you one last kiss before giving your butt two little taps, signaling for you to get up. "go take a shower while i plate our food, okay?" he says, reaching for his phone to turn off the timer. "i thought of running you a bath, but i didn't wanna risk ruining the food because i was trying to multitask– oh and i can't wait for you to try it! i also looked up some plating techniques on tiktok. you're in for a ride, baby," anton smiles, lightly pinching your cheek and then walking towards the kitchen.
you're left stunned in the living room for a bit. how the hell did you get so lucky? you thought you'd come home and just wait for anton to arrive before ordering some take out, but not only said pretty boy was already at your house waiting for you, but he went through the hassle of cooking dinner from scratch and even tried to learn how to plate it in a fancy way?
oh, he's so getting the best head of his life later.
quickly grabbing your bag from where you left it by the door, you go to your room to pick up some clothes before getting to the bathroom to freshen up. you giggle mischievously by yourself while you shower, making sure to clean every crevice of your body very thoroughly, already eager to pounce on your boyfriend the moment you're back to the living room. the smell of anton's cooking spreads even further across the house, reaching you in the bathroom, and, to his credit, it does smell good this time around—so much that you almost feel bad that you're probably going to have to reheat later. almost.
after putting away your work clothes, you tiptoe towards the living room, peeking through the doorway to check the surroundings before going in. anton is on his phone and sprawled on the couch while snowball is nowhere to be seen. perfect.
when you start to make your way towards the couch, anton smiles at the sight of you. he drops his phone carelessly on top of the coffee table again before pushing his thick-framed glasses up his nose and putting his palms flat on the cushion as if preparing to sit up. you're faster than him, though, swiftly straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him before anton could say anything. he lets out a surprised yelp against your lips, but it doesn't take long for his hands to travel all the way to your ass and squeeze it as he deepens the kiss. you feel yourself clenching around nothing when anton uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks, gripping it tightly as a way to let of some steam, and you have to stop kissing him to let out a gasp against his mouth. your lips trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, making him groan next to your ear.
anton murmurs between gasps, "the food..."
your kisses to anton's neck come to a halt as you support your hands on his shoulder to straighten your back, looking down at him as you say "we can eat it later," already pulling anton by his hands to a sitting position. sliding down from his lap towards the floor, you smile as anton turns to sit facing you, allowing you to position yourself between his legs. both your hands move to his thighs, the left one caressing makeshift circles on his skin while the right one pushes the hem of his shorts further up, exposing more of him to you.
you lay your head on anton's exposed thigh, slowly kissing the soft skin while blinking up slowly at your boyfriend. anton feels his breathing get ragged, a breathy chuckle leaving his plump lips as he brings his right hand down to caress your hair and face. "it's one of those days, huh?" he says lowly, feeling you nod your head against his palm.
anton leans down to take your lips in his again, craddling your face in his hands as he steals the air out of you. when he pulls back, you feel a new wave of heat spreading through your body as his lustful gaze fixes you in place, challenging you to keep your eyes on his as he says, "can't even do something nice for my baby without making her wet... you're so needy for me, right, love?"
you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan just from the effect anton's words have on you. when he keeps looking at you, waiting for your reply, you whisper "i'm always needy for you, toni." this brings a smile to your boyfriend's face, and you feel his frames pressing against your face when anton gives you one last peck before leaning back on the couch.
anton doesn't take his eyes off of you nor the small smirk on his face when he says, "c'mon, pull my cock out. i know you're eager to get your mouth on it."
you don't have to be told twice, your hands rapidly moving up anton's body to reach his waistband. he gives you the grace of lifting his hips to help you pull his boxers and shorts down simultaneously, wasting no time to throw them somewhere around the living room the moment they slide off his feet. before you could finally put your hands on his shaft to guide it into your mouth, anton slides further down the couch and spreads his legs wider as he takes his dick in his hand, starting to slowly pump it in front of your face. as soon as you opened your mouth to complain, anton just said a gentle, but firm, "go on."
you look up at him for a few seconds before dropping your gaze back to his thick cock. leaning down, your hands slide up anton's thighs until they reach his hips, steadying yourself as you let your tongue out to give a broad lick to the middle of anton's testicles.
"good girl," he breathed out, moving his right hand a tad faster on his length while his free hand traveled to meet your nape, tugging lightly on your hair to ground himself.
you whine as you use one of your hands to cup anton's balls, sucking one to your mouth, your eyes closed while you let the taste of his skin sit on your tongue. anton lets out a pained "fuck," as he takes in the scene in front of his eyes, his pretty, sweet girlfriend moaning with against him as she moves to start licking and sucking his other ball. he can feel his eyes involuntarily rolling to the back of his head as his entire body shakes when anton uses his thumb to spread his precum on his tip.
when anton looks down at you again, you're still nursing on his balls, eyebrows furrowed and drool running down your chin. he tightens his grip on your hair to pull you away from his testicles, sliding the hand on his dick to his base to point it towards your mouth before commanding a quiet "spit." you do as you're told, puckering your lips as you gather saliva in your mouth before you lean down to let it all out on his cock.
anton breathes deeply, feeling a moan reverberate in his chest as he begins pumping his shaft slowly again to spread your spit all over it. before it could dry on him, he guides your head even closer to his dick, and just as you open your mouth and put your tongue out, thinking it was finally, finally time for you to get your treat, anton just angles your head upwards so his cock slides from your tongue straight to your cheek. you let out a whine, feeling your eyes start to water from the frustration and the air hit your sopping wet pussy uncomfortably. your boyfriend coos at you, leaning to give your forehead a chaste kiss before saying "it's okay, baby. you're okay."
anton just kept rubbing your face against his shaft, getting it sticky with his precum, which drooled nonstop from his tip. he looks you in the eyes, lightly slapping his cock against your cheek as he moans, "say 'please, i want your cock', baby."
"please, toni, i want your cock so bad!" you cry, eyes watering again.
anton laughs, his eyes turning to small crescents, such a cute expression clashing with the tension in the room. he traces your mouth with his tip, and it takes everything in you not to stick your tongue out and lick the precum you feel being smeared on your lips. anton's eyes kept following the repetitive motions he was making as he rubbed the head of his dick against your skin, letting out a shaky exhale when he felt himself get harder from looking at your eyes, shiny with unshedded tears, all because you're so in love with his cock. "say it again," he whispers.
"i need your cock in my mouth, please, toni, please. i need it," you say as your tears finally start falling, the feeling of your lips brushing anton's tip with every word you speak sending your body into overdrive. you needed him so bad, and you needed it now—you can't take it anymore.
anton smiles again when he says "you're such a good girl for me, pretty," both his hands letting go of your hair and his shaft to wipe away your tears. your eyes roll back and you whine quietly, both from the praise and the distinctive smell of his dick reaching your nose even more strongly, as well as the stickiness from the precum coating his hand getting your face wet. when you open your eyes again, anton's hands caress your cheeks one last time before he leans back on the couch, saying the three magic words you've been waiting to hear all night:
"suck my dick."
your hands have already taken a hold of his base before anton even got the last word out. you think you hear the sound of anton chuckling, but you're too focused on the dick in front of you to care, so you just wrap your lips around its head, suckling on it eagerly and sighing contentedly as you're finally able to taste his precum, meanwhile, both your hands make circular open and down motions on his length.
a loud moan forces its way out of anton's throat, his head falling aggressively falling back on the couch as he says a raspy "fuck, you're making me feel so good, baby... love– fuck, i love how cock hungry you are for me," pushing his glasses, which had slid almost all the way down his nose, back up to see you better.
anton's words only serve to fuel you further, making you switch your movements so you're bobbing your head on his length, taking as much as you can without gagging, moaning each time you feel his dick brush the roof of your mouth and his veins graze your tongue. when your jaw starts hurting, you hold anton's cock just under his tip as you slide your lips along his shaft, giving your boyfriend's pretty dick some much deserved kisses along the way. you murmur between kisses, "love your dick so much, toni. tastes so good in my mouth," smiling up at him as you give his tip a soft kiss.
anton's breathing gets even more ragged with your teasing act, eyes dark with lust as his right hand wraps around yours and slide it down to his base while his left one travels to tug lightly on the hair at the back of your head again, moving it up and down his entire length, making his cock, now coated in your saliva, shine under the dim lights of your living room. "fuck, baby, lick this dick. it's yours," he groans, a loud whine leaving your open mouth at his words. you swirl your tongue around his girth, steadied by his hand, while he keeps moving your head as he pleases.
you feel your boyfriend's toes start curling where his feet brush your knees, which were starting to hurt from being in this position for too long. the thought is pushed to the back of your head, though, as you take anton's hand off your hair, interlocking your fingers with his while you go back to taking his cock as far as you could in your mouth, your pussy feeling wetter than ever as you thought of drinking all of anton's cum.
"fuck, yes! this pretty mouth is feels so good... drink it all up, okay? but don't swallow yet," anton says, tightening his hold on your hand. you just hum around him in agreement, hearing him groan as the vibration goes straight to his dick. saliva keeps dripping from your mouth to yours and anton's joined hands at his base with how sloppily you're taking him into your mouth, going as fast as you can—and being spurred on by anton's loud moans—trying to milk him for all he's worth.
you feel anton's body go rigid, and you barely have time to brace yourself before you feel hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat, needing to cough a little to gather yourself and not swallow, like anton asked you. your boyfriend is heaving when you look up at him, skin incredibly flushed while he tries to come back to earth. when he gestures for you to get on the couch, you eagerly do so, since you're curious to know what he's planning, and it's getting harder and harder not to want to swallow it all as the taste of his cum sits strongly on your tongue.
anton is quick to pull your shorts down, discarding it onto the floor before taking your lips in his, groaning as his load starts dripping onto both your shirts, but he keeps kissing you until he feels some cum get inside his own mouth. you watch anton as he leans back, lightly pulling one of your shoulders in a quiet command for you to lie down. he scoots back on the couch until he has space to lie between your legs, and you can't believe your eyes when anton slowly spits his cum on top of your needy cunt, using it as lubrication to rub quick circles to your clit with his thumb.
"anton, fuck!" you scream, your thighs trying to close themselves from the stimulation to your bundle of nerves, but anton uses his free hand to hold onto one of your legs to stop you from stopping him.
"wanna make your pretty pussy feel good now, baby. i kept you two waiting for so long, right?" anton asks in mock sympathy, chuckling when you only manage to nod, no words being able to fight their way through your high pitched moans. "you're so wet for me," anton laughs more openly, then leaning further down to taste you, licking a stripe up your entrance until he reached your most sensitive part, your hands quickly finding their way to to his hair as you feel him start sucking on clit.
anton hums against your clit as he rubs your entrance with his thumb now, feeling your poor cunt clench around nothing. "fuck me, toni, please," you manage to beg between your cries from how good anton is eating you out, licking broad stripes and kissing along your pussy before going back to nursing on your clit.
your boyfriend doesn't waste time sliding two fingers into your cunt, letting out a groan when he feels how quickly they sink into you from how insanely wet you were. "is this good, baby?" he asks with a smirk before going back to licking your clit again just as he starts quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you.
anton watches with glee as you shake your head, thigh still trembling in his hold as you pathetically whimper, "i need your dick," tears threatening to fall down your cheeks again.
having had enough of teasing you, anton smiles sweetly at you when you whine at the loss of his fingers. he sits back down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, one hand to your waist and the other already lining up his dick to your pussy, whispering in your ear "use my cock to make yourself cum, baby. it's yours." you shudder at his words and the way anton's breath brushes your ear, letting yourself melt even further onto him when he presses a wet kiss to your neck.
your hands find their way to anton's shoulders, supporting yourself before sinking down on his cock in one swift movement, much to anton's delight. it's like you're not even in control of your body anymore, your head completely devoid of thoughts, leaving you a whiny mess as you focus only on how your boyfriend's dick stretches you out. one of anton's hands has to reach to fix his glasses again as they have slid down his nose with how fast you were riding him. he couldn't bring himself to care that he had to fix his glasses every thirty seconds, not when he had the most beautiful woman in the world rolling her eyes in pleasure while bouncing on his cock as if it's the best feeling in world.
"god, baby, you're so fucking hot," anton says through gritted teeth, moving his fingers to your clit to help you cum faster. you cried in pleasure, sinking your nails in anton's skin as you spread your legs and put both your feet horizontally on the couch, pulling anton closer to you for support. anton felt his cock twitch at the sight of your wet pussy all spread out for him, swallowing his dick so deliciously. "you look so pretty using my cock," he groans, going back to stimulating your clit again even if his arm barely had space to move.
you really can't think anymore, the almost painful feeling of your incoming orgasm, and the combined sensation of your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend's thick length and his skilled fingers on your clit have you almost scared of passing out from the pleasure. you whine loudly when you feel it, your body shaking as you try to keep bouncing on anton's dick, but the force of your orgasm makes you fall forward, still crying from how good everything felt as anton kept rubbing tight circles on your clit. "stop, stop! please, it feels too good! it's too much, toni," you beg against anton's shoulder, but he doesn't let up, using his other hand to grab your hip to prevent you from getting off his cock.
"give me just one more, pretty. i know you can," he whispers so gently you feel your mind breaking even further, just taking what he gives you until you feel yourself squirting all over anton's shirt, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. "yes, yes! good girl, my love," he says, smiling like a maniac as his fingers slow on you until he completely moves them away from your clit.
you're completely putty in anton's hand as he carefully moves you to lie down on the couch again, your body feeling like jelly. anton fits himself on his knees between your legs again, and even if you feel like you could faint at any moment, you feel your used, now empty cunt clench when you see anton slowly stroke himself as he watches you, cock still completely hard.
his hair is sticking to his forehead, his shirt, which was probably already damp from sweat was now completely drenched in you, glued to his skin and allowing you to see the rise and fall of his defined abs. he was also much redder than you have ever seen before. still, he watched you watch him beat his cock as if he could eat you alive—which he most likely was about to do.
"you're still clenching, baby? this pretty little pussy is so greedy, mhm? your mouth already had its fair share of milk for today, now i have to cum inside this pretty cunt too," he said filthly before filling you up with his fat dick again, a whine tearing its way out of your mind as he started fucking you in a merciless pace, your tired cunt clenching even more around him due to the overstimulation. "you're gonna be all swollen with my kids after i'm done with you... wanna make my pretty girl a mommy– fuck, i love your pussy," anton said, nearly whining as he let his forehead fall forward to touch yours, his hands on your hips pushing you against him in tandem with his own movements.
"yes! yes, please, make me a mommy, toni," you whimper, biting your lip from how good you're feeling again.
anton kisses your forehead, the gesture gentle unlike the way he's plowing your pussy, and you feel his lips moving against your skin when he says "you're so good to me, fuck— i'm gonna cum! i'm cumming, baby, i'm cumming," he groans, rubbing your clit again while he pushes his cock as far as it can go inside your pussy, shooting his load inside you while you squirt on his shirt again, albeit less than before. you feel the weight of anton’s body on yours, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, seeking his warmth even if you’re both sweaty.
you both stay like this, wrapped in each other’s embrace, until anton goes completely soft inside you, and he leans back to take his shirt off to clean you up after he pulls out. you mumble, “can’t believe you ruined my couch…”
anton chuckles, throwing his shirt to the floor as he says, “last time i checked, i didn’t do any of this alone! but don’t worry, i’ll pay to get it dry cleaned, your majesty.”
you sit up and pull anton in for a soft kiss, smiling into it before telling your boyfriend a quiet “thank you.” you can’t resist teasing him a little bit further, though, so you say “but you know… all i wanted was to suck your dick; you’re the one who just had to fuck me. that makes you the one and only culprit.” anton just smiles and rolls his eyes, not bothering to argue with you, pulling you in for another kiss and sighing into it as he can still taste himself in your mouth. when he pulls back, you remember a certain cat who you haven’t seen in a while. you ask “where’s snowball?”
anton smiles mischievously, getting up to start gathering your scattered clothes from the floor, giving you a noncommittal shrug as he says, “in the guest room. already fed and probably sleeping.” your jaw drops, seeing through your boyfriend’s act just as he bursts out laughing, “oh, no! i’ve been caught!”
“i can’t believe you planned this! oh my god,” you laugh, picking up one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor to throw at anton, who doesn’t even try to defend himself, as he’s too busy laughing at you.
“babe, i’m not gonna apologize for knowing what my girlfriend likes. i mean, you get wet when i cook you dinner, i get hard because you love my dick… to each their own, you know?” anton barely even finishes his sentence and you’re already running after him, both your giggles echoing the throughout your apartment as you follow him to the bathroom, where you know anton will run you a bath and… god.
you can’t seem to stop pleasing him.
a/n: just realized maybe i shouldn't have named the cat snowball...
