ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ
you do know me? anton lee. (+18) - one shot -
- non-idol anton x afab/female reader
ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ
warnings/tags: pet names (baby, minx, hot one), explicit sex descriptions & mainly smut, horny!anton, switch!anton, slightly dominant!anton, switch!reader, slightly subby!reader, non-established relationship, nerdy!reader, thug!anton, pierced!anton, needy!anton + reader, dirty talk, rough sex, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, crying, slapping/spanking, mentions of violence, drugs, parties and underage drinking, swearing.
ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ
ᯓ ★ … ★ ᯓ anton lee was apparently the greatest catch from your past secondary school and every girl dreamed of dating him, yet you could not grip on what was the real reason every one of them followed him around as if he was a celebrity. because you knew there was more to him, you had been observing him for 3 years…and will have to keep tolerating him in university, now that he has placed his eyes on you. ᯓ ★ … ★ ᯓ
anton lee, the bad guy, walking trouble, yet the most desired man in your university.
you weren’t sure if everyone wanted him because he was tall and muscular…a member of the swim team, widely regarded and awarded; if it was for how well and perfectly put together his dumbass hairstyle always was and his brown locks shined under the sun unless he was inside of the water. you wanted to know if it was his eyebrow piercing that made him attractive…or if it was the way his lip ring felt when he was sucking the soul out of some chick and she would lick him…or the wonder of it, the expectations.
he was a valedictorian after all and when you unfortunately got to study at the same university — you as a scholarship student, him as the first and obvious choice, loaded, perfect grades and sport assured scholarship (that he gladly passed on, because he did not need it) — you feared you would have to watch him all over again for the duration of the next 3 to 5 years, fucking around, and that he would remember you…after all he never noticed you.
he had his ways of getting all the the girls to trail after him…and that maybe was the real reason he is sought after, it was the way he spoke…soft, in a low volume, almost gentle. which was weird coming from a thug like him.
not everyone knew this yet, but he was involved in a criminal organisation and he was pretty much the second command after the big boss. you have always avoided him for that. during secondary school, you were afraid he would pick on you for being nerdy or quiet, but he kind of matched your energy in the classroom. his bad boy aura only had presence when he stepped out of it. he would sell drugs and alcohol to minors like him, organise illegal parties and races and no one at school did anything about it, because he was powerful and surprisingly scary. you had never seen him go off on anyone or beating people, but you heard stories and some people who told them disappeared forever.
now you were in university and you wished you hadn’t chosen such a prestigious institution to match your grades, because now you would probably become his next prey as one of the only other 2 to 5 students that can get into this place, from your past school, every year.
day 5 at the university, you have met someone you hoped will become your friend and have been sharing your first experiences with her.
she was rich, but she was pretty down to earth and definitely loved mundane things.
all of your classes were respectful and the professors seemed respectable and professional enough for you to have a great experience here, it made you relax a bit.
emma brought you to have ice cream close to the university to celebrate getting through the first week and to have a proper date together. you have never met out in a social context before.
“so have you had any crushes before?” she said as soon as she found a breach into the boys talk.
“well, you really cut to the chase…” you giggled and replied “no, i don’t think so. at least not one that i want to act upon.”
“ouuuhh~ she is feisty.” she smiled. “it’s okay girl, let those bygones be gone.”
“only if my past could just really stay in the past. have you forgotten that i wasn’t the only one from my secondary school applying and getting into this school?”
“oh-? girl is one of these people a “non-crush” of yours?” she quoted, mockingly.
“emma- hello?” you scoffed. “half of them were really just trying to beat me and my grades for 3 years and the other half…” you licked on your ice cream, remembering it could dissolve at any second in this heat.
“…they’re just some guys from the sports teams that got into this through scholarships like me” you completed.
“come on, tell me they’re hot…” emma interrupted a thought of yours.
“i wouldn’t know, i have always avoided them. they were always a free ticket for trouble.” you voiced them softly. licking on the vanilla and chocolate coated ice cream, on your hand.
from the other side of the shop, you didn’t know but your school’s representative bad boy was observing you and sipping on some coffee. he watched as your tongue dragged on the cone collecting all of the dripping vanilla flavour, and his body tensed at every lick.
you had caught his attention and you didn’t even notice…
that weekend you decided to go around the town to get to know it better. you had to move a little closer to the university to get easier and quicker access to the school library and stuff, so you were assigned a dormitory for guys and girls on a common building next to the faculty one.
you were lucky, or your grades were helping you out. either way, you ended up in a building that is managed by the university, but there weren’t any restrictions. it was like renting a house and splitting the bill with 4 people, and the bill for you was non existent, because you are a scholarship student.
while you were exploring the town, your interest was picked by a group of girls crowding the entrance of a shop.
“a second hand shop?” you said out loud.
“yes but what’s interesting is not what is in it, but WHO is in it!” they all laughed at what one of them said.
ah…who? is this about a guy?
you got closer to the entrance of the store and, inside, shuffling his slender fingers through the vinyls section, was anton.
the guy you did not want to be acknowledged by officially, but you weren’t so sure if you didn’t want to secretly be aware that he actually notices you.
you gasped and were about to rotate on your heels to go way, but he called for you.
“hold on, you were braver than that one cheer squad at the front.” he walked towards you, you had your back turned to him. “at least let me see you.” he said softly as ever.
“sorry, i wasn’t- i am not your fan.” you stuttered, embarrassed by the situation.
“oh, you’re not?” anton was thinking that your voice was familiar and your short brown hair too. your figure had been in his presence before, maybe not so close, but he remembered you. “that’s even better.”
with saying that, anton pulled on your hand and made you face him. he let a smile slip. and then replaced it by a smug smirk.
at this point the girls at the entrance had left, jealous by the simple way that you got his attention, without even wanting it.
“ice cream girl” he was still holding you in place by the hand and this was the first time you had actually locked gazes with him. his coffee eyes were almost innocent, yet you could verify that the slit and minimal balls piercing on his eyebrow plus his lip piercing that hugged his plump lower lip cancelled that whole vibe, making him a hot mess, with now black hair and spiked haircut. he has always been cute, if not cute, pretty…and now: handsome.
handsome but dangerous! you should snap out of it.
“excuse me?” even with how infatuated you were starting to get you still were confused as fuck by what he had just said.
he got closer and whispered; his breath fanned on your neck. “i saw you yesterday”
“you- did?” you weren’t supposed to feel like this…you had just officially met…he didn’t know who you were.
“you were with your friend, licking on some ice cream…” he brushed your short curls behind your ear. “very sexy.”
when he said that last part, he, accidentally or not, brushed his lip piercing on your cheek and you flinched. “you got me pretty worked up, you know?” his lips brushed directly on your face now and the whispery moan you let out, snapped you out of it.
“what the fuck?” you pushed him and released your hand from his. “anton lee, i know you. don’t you dare mess with me.”
you turned away and started walking out, clutching on your small purse.
“so, you do know me?” he asked amused.
you flipped him off and replied. “yes, you asshole!”
“damn bro, she is hot…and you both are clearly bothered.” seunghan, his friend, said on the other side of the counter, where he had been watching everything. he worked part-time at the store.
“shut up, man-“ anton hissed looking down at his visibly hard bulge. he got embarrassed and went running to the bathroom…he was gonna get you, but now he had to take care of himself alone.
he would just have to stroke his own dick while imagining your lips, your beautiful ass as you walked out, your rebellious reaction right after you just moaned for him. oh, he replayed that moan in his head, over and over again, until he came on his hands.
the next monday, you were by your locker on your course assigned building and anton crossed paths with you. he was still trying to flirt with you for a while, but then he saw something…or someone…and suddenly started being mean…going to the extent of slapping you across the face.
“don’t you look at me, you nerdy bitch.”
he said a little louder than you were used to by now, making your heart hammer against your chest…what the actual fuck?
tears prickled behind your eyes, but you swallowed it in time to run to the girls’ bathroom.
“that’s so humiliating…son of a b-“ you were about to finish and tears already rolled down furiously, but anton barged in and locked the door behind him.
“you fucking prick! leave me alone!” you yelled.
“do you think sorry is gonna fix this?”
“SHUT UP, anton. i should’ve known you’d be like this. i knew it.”
“THEY WOULD HAVE BULLIED YOU, IF THEY KNEW I HAD INTEREST IN YOU.”
for the first time in years, he had raised his voice in front of you. “they would have, before i even got to know your name.” he lowered his tone and got closer to you. his words confused you once more.
“what do you mean, bully me?” he raised his hand and you flinched with fear instead of the lustful feeling you had developed for him during the weekend, all because of that slap; but what he did was graze the reddened skin on your face with his thumb…a caress.
“yes, there are dangerous people infiltrated in this place…and they wouldn’t like to see me happy.” he raised your face, locking his eyes with yours.
“quit the tough act then. or are you gonna slap me every time they’re in vicinity?”
“no, no, no, i promise.” he held your hand again. well, you kind of missed his warmth.
so much for not wanting him to perceive you. ughh~
“it’s, y/n, by the way.” you said, still recovering from the slap with red and stained cheeks. “so…a bad guy like you has feelings…huh?”
he cleaned your cheeks and replied.
humming affirmatively anton kept stroking your cheeks, even after drying all the tear stains.
“yes, and you had no idea of the state you left me the other day…” he pressed his eyes shut, dramatically. “actually, you might be able to have an idea if you look down.” even though you were just about to finish crying the energy of the room shifted; with your super hot outfit on, long black skirt with a slit to your knee, a sleeveless white corset-like top and some jewellery laying around your neck. for shoes you chose some simple, low heeled black shoes and you had a little jacket on, that covered your arms and a little of your chest…
with how open it was, you might now be aware of why he was so instantly flirting with you today, before that one dangerous person appeared.
your short hair bounced graciously when you walked around the halls, your eyes shined with curiosity and eagerness to learn, alongside your luscious lips that always held a smart answer for everything.
anton was obsessed with you, your presence and now your scent, invading his nose without asking for permission before it did…strong, yet sweet and refreshingly new.
“anton!” you gasped as you saw his bulging pants.
“y/n, you’re so sexy…i will have nightmares soon.” he pleaded mockingly.
“okay, hot one.” he smiled and kissed you, softly asking for further consent. you gave it to him. you had no classes for another hour or two. fuck it. You had been through enough to admit you liked him at least a tiny little bit.
“mmh…” you moaned into his mouth adjusting to his lip ring. he moaned back as he felt your tongue rubbing against and through it before shoving it inside his mouth.
“fuck-“ he said softening the grip on your sides just to pull your leg up to his waist level, pressing against you.
“anton…” you stopped the kiss, scared you guys might go too far, if you didn’t.
“what, ice cream girl?” he whispered, leaving small licks on you neck and along your collarbone.
“we- aahh…” your body arched into his, aching for him.
“don’t fight it…” one of his hands traced your body downwards, until it reached your skirt, that had ridden up as your leg snaked around him, he pulled the fabric further up and kissed you again, rough, needy. “i know you want me…as much as i want you.”
he placed his long fingers in between your legs, over your lacy underwear. “oh, baby…”
“anton!!” you yelled his name.
“what?? i’m just surprised you brought the lace set.” he teased.
“who said it was a set??” you replied without even thinking and pulled on his hair when his fingers rubbed up and down on your open vagina, still over the fabric.
“ah?” anton questioned. visibly aroused as he looked from your face down to your chest. tits peeking through your top as your hard nipples struggled against the cotton. “holy shit…”
“y/n…” he groaned as he took your panties out, making you straddle him again. “you’re driving me insane.” he said that as he repositioned his fingers on your labia and spread your slick evenly, never breaking eye contact. desperately rubbing your clit. before mercilessly fingering you.
you could not contain your screams for him, the cries as he was 4 fingers into you and quickly, determined. “it hurts, anton.”
“then why are you leaning into me?” he left a hickey on your collarbone and rubbed circles around your sensitivity with his only remaining finger, the thumb. “i don’t know! aaah…” you came on his hand and dropped your face on his shoulder panting. okay great…second week of university life and you’re already cumming on the bad boy’s fingers. good job, y-
“good job, pretty.” he kissed your neck and helped you ride out your high. “now can you lick my pain away?” he ground his hips against your sensitive centre, after licking his dripping fingers close to your face. “sweet, y/n…”
“you’re not worried, you’ll get caught sneaking in here?” you said after a deep breath, putting your leg down and turning around. your hands against a wall adjacent to him.
“no. not when you look like this.” he revealed your ass, slapping his hands against it. “uhmm…”
“yet, you’re still dripping for me.”
his slender fingers collected the slick from your thighs as his other hand furiously fumbled against his belt. holy fuck.
“anton lee, are you sure about this?” your butt instinctively closer as you bended against the wall. you heard the zipper from his pants drop and his hand going through the fabric of his underwear while he pulled out his dick. He replied.
you spat out a moaned yes. his cock was standing tall as he humped against your ass, his dick slipped perfectly between your cheeks. “shit…i like you.” anton bit back on his tongue every time he let a shaky and breathy whimper escape. both of his hands pulled your ass against his cock, hard, claiming; his balls hitting against your pussy every time he drove up.
his tip leaking, begging for attention.
“are you going to help me?” he teased your entrance with his shaft.
“fuck…anton…” you let ou a desperate cry, still sensitive. “yes, do you want me to lick…?”
“yes- fuck- please, lick me off all you want…” he groaned stroking himself against your ass a couple more times.
“come on…” he pulled you from the wall roughly, and then replaced your figure with his. comfortably laying against it and pulling you by the hair. “kneel for me, baby”
you did. and as you took him into your eyesight for the first time, you gasped at the length of his dick. you gave him a pleading look as you laid the first lick from the tip to the base, on the upper part of it.
“what the fuck…oh my god.”
“you like that, bad boy?” you sucked on his head swirling your tongue around him.
“yes…awwh” he let out the meanest whine.
with a flat tongue you took as much of him in as you could. holding him at the base, as if it was the cone of your ice cream, afraid it would slip away. fondling him, you gagged when you tried to take him deeper.
flashing him a look, you saw how helpless you had made the baddest boy around; chest heaving, he was contracting himself like he was about to cum.
“you minx…why are- you…looking at me like that?” he hiccuped the words, very bothered and readjusted his hand on your hair, rutting his hips towards your mouth, deepening your connection; he wasn’t as rough, because he was about to lose it anytime. to finish him off you restarted the sucking on his veiny and lengthy shaft. you gave him short, soft sucks initially and then, after licking the cum you could sense around his tip, you sucked hard on the sensitive head of him. you could swear he was about to cry, his whimpers and whines filled the room.
“yeah!!” he pulled you closer and you squeezed him a little dragging him down your throat. “shit…the best fucking oral ever…” a tear fell down from your cheeks and touched the ground, you were faking it well, but all of what you just did was from books, novels, and cinematic material you had consumed over the years, so you couldn’t help but feel weirdly when receiving this praise.
you completely deprived him of your mouth and ran one of your hands up and down, resting your thumb at the tip of his leaking length. shit, he was so bulged up, his veins were all popping out, his head had turned a darker shade than his already aroused one earlier and his balls were filled with a load that was crying to be released.
you got curious and sucked on one of his balls and nibbled on it, while pressing on his head.
“UGHHH…” he cried loudly and repeatedly, sobbing.
“you like it, my baby?” you blushed, still mustering to let it out confidently enough for him to believe. as a final touch you really just went back to his sensitivity and sucked hard, bobbing your head up and down half of his shaft, stroking the whole base with a hard grip, quickly…you milked him off so good his cum didn’t fill only your mouth…
do you swallow it? do you not? you didn’t know omg…
“baby, you can just not swallow it, if you don’t want to.” he caressed your hair, still contorting and sending spurts of cum into your dripping mouth. “you look so good right now…fucking hell.”
you’ve decided, you’ll swallow. you proceeded and helped clean him up by laying small licks on his top, while sucking him to the last bit.
“ughhh” he pulled you up from the ground and through the mirror behind you he could still see your little ass perking up. “baby…where did you learn that? oh my god…”
he put some strands of your bangs behind your ear and grabbed a handful of your butt cheeks, pressing you up on him.
“…books? and cinema…” you shyly and truthfully replied. looking around the bathroom in embarrassment.
“hey, look at me, there is nothing to be shy about.” he kissed your neck…sweetly? “you were the best. thank you.” here came his soft tone, that made your heart crunch up a little.
“eh…yeah whatever anton…” you tried to get away from him.
“where do you think you’re going?”
“to prepare for class?” you said obviously. your defenses all up again, even though you didn’t have the full service from him…you weren’t expecting a self absorbed prick like him to even care, so you wanted to leave and take care of it yourself.
“aren’t you forgetting something?” he made himself whimper by pressing a little too hard on his cock that rested on your covered stomach.
you got all stiff again…was he suggesting…?
“no…i don’t want to go that far here…this is a public restroom.”
“at least let me help you a little…make you feel good.” he took your jacket off…and rolled the zipper of you top down, leaving you only in your ridden up skirt.
“look at you…nerdy ice cream baby, all beautifully thick, fine and hot under your clothes.”
still gripping on your butt, he sucked on your breasts, his cold piercing sending shivers up your spine. he looked straight into your eyes when he nibbled on your nipples and left hickeys in between your tits. you felt good, surprisingly. you needed him so bad. “anton…” you moaned out for the 100th time today, running your fingers through the hair on the crook of his neck, guiding him to enhance the pleasure.
“hmm?” he replied still dragging his mouth around your breasts and going up your neck, kissing your lips to seal the deal. “i have to go…”
“allow me to pick you up…later?” he grinded his cock over your exposed core. you were dripping for him once again…you thought he didn’t notice. “yes…i need you so bad.”
his heart was making a festival inside his chest, he was infatuated, you had become all he thought of in only a few days. “y/n…”
he kissed your cheek. “i’ll be waiting outside at the café down the street. okay?”
you nodded, innocently, your lips glistening with his silky cum, chin as well.
he kissed you hard, cleaning you up and then helped you out readjusting your outfit.
he zipped your top up. “you’re beautiful.”
“i’m out by 8pm, don’t forget” you blushed seeing him also put his lower clothing back in its place through the mirror. the veins on his hands and his fingers…
“i won’t, y/n…i want you just as bad.” he kissed your neck from behind and then your cheek, bidding his goodbyes. “enjoy your class.” he squeezed your waist before leaving.
“you- too-“ you stuttered, looking at him as he left.
ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ .ᯓ ★ - ★ ᯓ
i had some paragraphs written to keep this one going on. let me know if you want to keep bad boy anton lore going or if you want to end it on a smutty one shot.
gummygunk
origamiaround
titsay
germansingergirl
prguitarman
jacobvanloon
