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[wenosluv]

just fuck me already man

[covenexxe]

i will fucking lick every ridge on your body all the way down to that stupid ass underwear before giving you the best head of your life!!!! let me spell weno with my tongue on your body while you fuck into my hand!!! -> let me put this in my fic backburner

[biellescouts]

boy best friend 2

ft. lee anton

a/n; oh to have all my plans ruined by needy anton..💔

cw: fwb situation, cursing, he’s horny as hell, baby what plot.., smut — dry humping, eating puh, p in v, no condom ( be smart ), male moaning !!!, talking a luh nasty👀

summary: leaving anton’s apartment after everything blew over with your roommate wasn’t as easy as you thought it was gonna be. the apartment was just so nice and.. has so many usable surfaces and like. yeah.

<- previous

this is how it usually started. you were hanging out in anton’s room, both of you laid in his bed and being super social by sending each other tiktoks depspite being right in front of each other. it was the perfect, most innocent, friend activity. until it wasn’t. anton’s head landed heavily on your flat shoulder,

“i wanna fuck you so badly…”

“yo, chill.”

after the incident about a week ago; after letting yourself freak out about it first, you became pretty content with the fact that you smashed your best friend. despite your perfectly rational fear that things would become awkward after, your friendship remained relatively normal. emphasis on relatively. however, the fact that things didn’t become awkward between you two meant there was absolutely no deterrent against doing it again…. and again, and again.

your roommate wondered why the hell you had overstayed at anton’s by like a lot of days... your friends wondered why you were either late or absent to all the recent gatherings. it was because anton was insatiable. like he couldn’t get up off you.

nestled between your open legs in his bed, anton moved his hips over yours, “i can’t help it. when you touch me, i’m instantly hard. it’s like muscle memory.”

“ou, don’t do that.” you sighed out, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs, “i-i need to get— i have to meet my friends.”

he whined in response grinding down into you, “i know, i know. i won’t keep you long…”

“toni…” you knew and he that he was full of shit. but the featherlight feel of his lips brushing your neck pushed all the rational thoughts out of your head. “okay, okay, fine.”

with your permission, anton’s mouth was immediately on yours, kissing you all sloppy and holding your neck to keep you in place. slowly, he continued humping into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles.

“fuck, you’re so— you feel warm. i could cum like this.” anton whimpered.

you held onto his shoulder, “wait, i want you inside me…”

didn’t you have somewhere to be..?

already sitting up to strip his clothes, anton laughed, “don’t you have somewhere to be, though?”

you rolled your eyes as you started pulling down your leggings. “just— let’s just not ask questions right now.”

through hooded eyes, you watched as anton pushed his boxer briefs down, letting his dick spring up against his lower ab. you were expecting him to start teasing you. anything but the way he immediately leant down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy.

“i could never get tired of doing this…”

you slid your fingers into his soft hair, tugging gently and sighing heavily. “anton, please.”

“hm? give me a second.” the sound of anton humming vibrated through his lips around your clit, making your eyes roll back. “i’m tryna get you wet for me.”

“i already am—” you whined desperately but anton continued with no remorse.

he flattened his tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe upwards and your hips bucked into his mouth. “this pretty pussy tastes so good…” moaning against you, he pushed his tongue inside of you and with each twitch of your hips, your clit bumped against his nose. you were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you felt tears start to well up in your eyes. it took everything in him to pull away, but he was feeling like if he didn’t fuck you soon? he could die.

anton tapped his dick against your now puffy pussy lips a couple times before sliding in with comfortable ease. you immediately had to dig your nails into him. he should not have gotten you that close.

anton pressed a kiss just below your earlobe, “i’m gonna put it in, okay, baby?”

you nodded at him and he rubbed his tip against you sensitive clit before finally bottoming out inside of you with a quiet moan, immediately starting to roll his hips into yours with rhythmic ease.

“fuck, you’re wet… does it feel good?”

wrapping your legs around his waist, you nodded.

“yeah? it feels good? let me rub that clit, baby.” he sat upright on his knees, still fucking into you and started rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves, making you cry out.

“anton—” you cut yourself off with a low moan.

“you feel so fucking good around me.” anton whined above you, “s-so good to me… hah.”

the sound of his hips smacking into the backs of your thighs grew louder as his thrusts be came more shallow and irregular. he was making it very clear that he was getting close.

“are you gonna cum for me, toni?” you stroked his hair and his face contorted in pure pleasure. he couldn’t answer you.

“please?” you pecked his lips and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back. the tip of his dick pushing against that spongy spot inside you with each thrust had him weak. you wanted nothing more in this moment than for him to cum inside you, because you knew the noises he would make could finish you off.

anton was resilient; determined to keep going for you. he leant forwards again, shifting his weight onto his hands and expertly grinding his hips into yours. this however gave you the perfect angle to start kissing at his shoulders, the crook of his neck, his jaw, his face. he knew it was coming. or was hoping at least. anton opened his mouth slightly and again, your lips met his in a fervent kiss.

he attempted to muffle his moans against your lips but it was no use for him. he was already there. anton pulled his lips away from yours to release a string of high pitched moans and curses as his hips stuttered against you. the friction of his pelvis against your clit triggering your own orgasm.

“anton—”

“mmph.. f-fuck, i’m cumming. i’m cumming for you.” anton’s brows were furrowed in pure pleasure as he fucked his warm load into you. “fuck, baby, take my cum… just like that.”

anton’s body fell limp on top of yours. you gently dragged your nails up and down his back, laughing at the way he twitched as a result.

“toni… you sound so pretty.”

anton breathed out a shy laugh. “stop. i’m embarrassed.” he was breathless.

you let out a content sigh, allowing your eyes to dart around to the clock on your wall. yeah, no way you were making it to whatever plans you had. you were gonna have to start making up some excuse real fast because you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. nor did you want it to be.

a/n; nah they fuckin

[matzism]

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“so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon grunted, his hips slamming into yours.

he had your legs pinned to your chest, hands gripping the back your thighs, using his weight to pin you down as he thrusted into you. you were already leaking from his fifth load of the night. you’d lost count how many times you’ve cum yourself. you two had been going at it for almost two hours, no breaks, because sunghoon wanted to fill you up as much as possible.

his pace sharpened, thrusts becoming hard and deliberate, the wet sounds between you two filling the room. he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back into you, the head of his dick hitting against the spot that made your toes curl every time.

“fuck— look baby,” he leaned back. he slid a hand above the visible bulge in your lower stomach. “see how deep i am inside you?”

all you could manage was a shaky nod and a broken moan, too cockdrunk to form words. he’d be lying if he said he felt bad—because he didn’t. he had a plan and was sticking to it.

“gonna make you a mommy,” he muttered, sliding his arms beneath you to grip your ass. he fucked into you harder, forcing himself deeper.

it didn’t take long for him or you to cum again. yours ripped through you like a shock, only longer, more intense.

“there you go,” he groaned, his voice rough as he stretched you out just right. his rhythm slowed, pumping a fresh load of thick white ropes inside you. he kept his grip on you tight, grinding through both of your releases, pushing his seed deeper with short, lazy thrusts.

“all for you, baby. that’s all for you.”

your body trembled beneath him, his cum already leaking out of you, soaking into the sheets. sunghoon didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. he refused to actually. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged a finger between your sensitive folds, gathering a mix of your own orgasm and his cum.

“you see that, babe? you’re such a messy girl for me,” he said proudly, climbing over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, locking you under him.

he lined his dick up with your soaked entrance, not giving you enough to time brace yourself before pushing himself right in. the pleasure shoots right through you, making your body tremble.

“f-fuck— hoon— please…” you choked out, nails digging into the back of his thigh.

“i know, baby. i know…” he cooed against your ear, lips trialing kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”

his chest melted into your spine like it belonged there, bodies aligning. his hips rolled slowly, carefully, every push going deeper. the complete opposite from how he was fucking you a minute ago.

“cmon, lemme see that pretty face while i fill you up.” he slid a hand around your neck—not to choke, just enough to tilt your head back and get a good look at you.

your face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted, soft whimpers spilling out. your walls fluttered around him as another lazy orgasm passed through you.

“last one, baby— fuck.. i promise,” he strained, his grip tightening slightly as he delivers one final thrust. he slid a hand under your stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you as he pumped you full.

sunghoon pushes forward again, grinding the head of his dick against that sensitive spot once more. he didn’t stop until every drop was buried deep. he stayed there until his own hips gave out.

“so pretty when you’re full.” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your temple before looking down at the mess he made inside of you.

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[nugu6700]

on the jetski?

smut. boyfriend anton. sneaky sex (exhibitionism), unprotected sex (p in v), he pulls out lmao, slight breastplay, mutual masturbation, aftercare

oh just send me to hell at this point. not proofread! 2.5k+ words

after your friends announced the room and bed assignments to the whole group, everyone immediately changed into their swimming outfits and headed for the beach.

anton, on the other hand, was still hunting for his swim cap. you waited patiently for him on the bed assigned to the two of you: a double-sized mattress tucked into the far corner of the room next to the bathroom.

“i thought your trunks would match my set?” you pointed out as he slathered sunscreen onto his legs.

“i forgot, baby. i’m sorry.” you only nodded in response. once you saw he was finally ready to head out, you bolted from the room first, growing impatient since everyone else was already out having fun.

you missed the sight of anton shaking the bed frame, testing it to see if it would make a noise.

when you were a short distance away, you heard his hurried footsteps jogging toward you. he caught up and instantly hooked an arm around your waist.

“you’re so hot,” he whispered, pulling you flush against his side.

“if i see someone wearing the same color as your trunks, i’m giving you away,” you joked, pulling away from his grasp to walk ahead.

he let out a playful whine. “that’s not fair.”

“okay! i’m going to ride the jetski alone,” you teased.

he pouted, giving you his best fake sulky face. “you’re mean. although i was planning to do something on the jetski.”

“huh?” you were taken aback.

what could he possibly mean by do something?

once you reached the shore, you climbed onto the driver's seat of the jetski, revving the engine and laughing with the rest as everyone was figuring out how to control the ride.

anton settled behind you, his hands gripping your waist tightly as you sped off into the open water.

once you were far enough from the shore that the group looked like tiny specks, you felt his hands wander.

one hand stayed firm on your hip while the other began to slip beneath the hem of your bikini top, his fingers tracing the curve of your skin with a bold familiarity. the sudden heat of his touch against the cold ocean air made your heart skip.

“anton, stop it,” you yelled over the roar of the engine, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips.

not content with just a wandering hand, anton leaned forward, his plump lips grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

he then reached down further to tease you, his fingers hooking into the elastics of your bottoms and instantly finding your heat down there.

the way you were bouncing over the waves made your breath hitch, not helping your current situation.

“we’re going to drown here!” you yelled again, nearly causing you to jerk the handles.

you felt his chest vibrate against your back as he laughed, his lips pressing a fleeting kiss to your shoulder before he reluctantly pulled his hand away and gripped your waist properly again. “you forgot i know how to swim.”

“and you forgot we’re in public!” you remarked, slightly leaning your head back so he can hear you.

“but no one’s gonna see.” you ignored what anton had just said, forcing you to hide a smile again.

after a heavy dinner that spiraled into a night of drinking, everyone eventually stumbled back to their rooms and drifted off to sleep.

however, your boyfriend seemed to have different plans.

“should i eat you out first?” anton hissed, pausing to look up at you from where he was.

right on your boobs.

when you looked down at him, it was the exact moment his lips attached again to your hardened nipple. his free hand was busy massaging the unoccupied one, kneading it with a possessive grip.

then, he pressed his thumb firmly against the nub of the breast he was massaging, while teasingly grazing the other with his teeth.

anton earned a soft, broken moan from you, and you instinctively fisted your hands in his hair.

as he began to provide alternating, wet licks to each bud, you found yourself pushing his face closer against your chest, desperate for more.

it was sensory overload. you were squirming so much that your legs wouldn't stay still, despite anton’s weight pinning you down.

the duvet didn’t rustle much, but if anyone were to glance over right now, it would be painfully obvious that a body was draped over yours, even in the shadows of the room.

anton continued to swirl his tongue around the sensitive tips, his breath hot and ragged against your damp skin. he buried his face between your breasts to muffle a low, guttural groan.

eventually, he slid under the duvet beside you, pulling you into his side so your head rested in the crook of his shoulder.

“don’t move too much,” he whispered. the two of you were already so close, but there was a desperate need to be closer, fueled by the fear of making too much noise.

“anton. there’s other people in the room,” you hissed back, suppressing a sudden gasp by pressing your hand over your mouth.

“they’re all blacked out, i promise.” he pulled you flush against him, his hands already working at the waistband of your shorts.

you sighed before shifting in one swift motion to face him. “we should’ve gone with your jetski idea instead,” you breathed against his lips.

you felt his lips curve into a smirk. “jetski or not, you know we were always going to end up like this.” you adjusted the duvet over the both of you, feeling hyper-conscious of every rustle of fabric.

your hands slid underneath his shirt, tracing the planes of his torso as you brought your lips to his. determined to catch him off guard, you pinched his nipple, hoping to coax a sound out of him.

anton couldn’t suppress the whimper that broke through the kiss. you quickly shushed him by continuing to lap at his soft, plush lips to keep him quiet.

his fingers were already pushing inside you. he didn't even attempt to start slow or tease you first; he just surged in. “hah. i was right about you being wet already.”

as he felt your reaction, his lips pulled away from yours to roam along your jawline, trailing down to the sensitive skin of your neck.

the duvet was making far too much noise given the supposed secrecy of the moment. you stopped him before he could go any further. “next time, i’m insisting on a solo room,” you murmured.

he gave a pathetic yet frantic nod, immediately returning to the crook of your neck.

before he could lose himself again, you pulled his face back to look at you. “anton, i’m serious. they’ll kill us tomorrow if they find out.”

“i don’t care. just stay quiet.” you let out a silent groan. at this rate, your heart was going to burst long before you reached an orgasm.

“it’s more fun when there’s a thrill, baby,” anton murmured, continuing to mark your sensitive spots while you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “we’ll be fast.”

this was completely shameless.

yielding to the friction, you reached down to find the hardened length of him. you massaged him through the fabric first, earning that low, hitched breath you loved, before pushing his shorts down just enough to grip him. his tip was already slick, so you spread the moisture and began a steady, rhythmic motion.

it was a struggle to give him a proper handjob, given the cramped space and how tightly your bodies were pinned together, but the risk only seemed to make him harder.

he didn't waste a second, his fingers picking up a rhythmic, messy pace inside you that had you arching your back off the mattress. his other free hand pulled you closer, even more, so you can steady your body and not make any extra noise with the duvet.

the pace of your hand going up and down on his length matched his. every wet thrust was punctuated by the faint, rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin.

you buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your ragged breathing, feeling the friction of his knuckles against your sensitive skin.

he leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he picked up the speed, his thumb finding your clit and pinning it down with a pressure that made your toes curl under the duvet.

"babe. need to fuck you now," he urged in a gravelly whisper, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt you begin to tremble against his hand.

you managed to respond despite the continuous low gasps overflowing from your mouth. “how t-the hell?”

before eventually stopping the movements your hands were doing on his length, you squeezed his tip. he hissed at the sudden gesture, and started lapping at your lips roughly.

“turn around, we’ll make less sound.” you rolled your eyes at his crazy suggestion.

you shifted as quietly as possible, but the duvet still rustled like thunder.

definitely not a good idea. still, you like it.

you had no choice but to just swallow the huge lump on your throat.

anton hooked a leg over yours to pull you into a tight, sideways spoon. you could feel the intense thud of his heart matching your own.

"stay just like that," he breathed, his hand reaching around to grip your hip. “try not to make any noise, okay?”

"i'm gonna put it in." he guided himself in with one smooth, agonizingly slow push, the sensation of him filling you sideways making your breath hitch in your throat.

you reached back blindly, your fingers digging into his thigh as he began to move, his rhythmic thrusts shallow and controlled to keep the bed from creaking.

every time he bottomed out, he pressed a stifled, hungry kiss to your shoulder blade, his low grunts muffled against your skin. you can only bite your lip to stifle any moans.

with every shallow thrust, he tilted his hips just enough to hit a specific spot.

it was agonizingly good. anton’s grip on your hip tightened, his fingers bruising your skin as he picked up the pace, seemingly not caring about the sound of the duvet rustling too much.

“fuck, you're so tight," anton hissed into your skin, sending shivers down your spine. you can’t help but let out a grin to what he had just told you.

you buried your face deep into the pillow that you grabbed next to you, the fabric damp from your breath as you fought the urge to ruin the silence.

“harder.” you moaned out. then, his movements become more desperate and less controlled.

anton leaned down even more, his teeth grazing the sensitive part of your nape as he struggled to keep his own composure.

your heart hammered so hard against your ribs. the bed gave a tiny creak, and the both of you froze instantly.

but anton didn’t stop with his persistent movements, his thrusts are deeper now, more insistent.

you attempted to peek to check if someone from the other side of the room stirred.

“we’re good,” anton let out a shaky, hot breath against your ear.

the sound of his skin slapping wetly against yours was a rhythmic and dangerous chorus filling the room’s quiet atmosphere. it was not that loud but you can only internally offer a prayer that the others were truly as deep in their sleep.

his thrusts became shorter and more desperate, resulting in a soft moan slipping off your mouth.

“ssshh…” he rested his free thumb on your lips. your hands went feral, not knowing where to place or grip it; your toes curling against the mattress.

“you’re doing good, baby.”

anton seemed to sense you were close. you felt the familiar coil of tension tightening in your stomach, so he reached down with his thumb to find your clit, applying a grounding pressure that sent you over the edge.

this put your brain to a short circuit as his actions followed by him barely pulling out now, and opting for deep, grinding hitches that forced you to bite down hard on your lips.

overstimulation has gotten into you. “close-” your body was already shaking, your hands grabbing his nape from the back as you attempted to bring his face close so you could kiss him messily.

anton’s quads were locked tight against your legs and his hand on your hip was practically pinning you down intensely.

“we’re not doing this again, anton lee.” you squirmed while he bottomed out again.

he let out a sharp, jagged inhale through his teeth, followed by an evident smirk you felt through his breath.

then, you felt that his entire frame shuddered with the effort of keeping a low groan only heard in the tiny proximity you were keeping.

with a heavy lunge, anton buried himself deep inside you and stayed, his entire body locking up as he’s almost reaching his limit.

anton’s grip on your hips finally slackened, leaving a muffled and guttural groan right on the skin of your shoulder. he then immediately replaced it with a soft peck.

slowly, he withdrew, pulling out at the last possible second. you didn’t even have the chance to fight the soft whimper from the sudden feeling of his absence.

anton adjusted your hips while you felt your body finally relaxing as you let out your release. neither of you moved, and you can hear the loud synchronized thud of your hearts.

both bodies tensed against each other and you were exchanging ragged exhales with him in the dark.

with a quiet urgency, anton gripped himself and directed his release away from the sheets. you could hear the faint, wet sound of him moving frantically to chase his high and finish.

“fuck.” his voice barely breathed. “i love you, baby.” blurting out those words as if he was launched to cloud nine.

your eyes were still closed, tired from the sneaky situation. “tissues in my bag beside you.” your hazy mind was still able to form some words.

you felt his heavy figure slumped back against the mattress with his chest rising and falling in jagged heaves that turned into a sudden low groan.

anton crawled back toward you as he tucked his face into your neck, "worth the risk," he whispered. you scoffed in return as you felt his soft lips on your skin.

he pulled you closer and draped a heavy, protective arm over your waist.

“hell no,” your chest was still heaving. “i think i prefer the jetski idea now.”

anton pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, his fingers tracing mindless circles on your arm. "let’s clean up, baby. " he murmured against your hair, his voice thick with exhaustion. “bathroom’s just to our right, so…”

you let out a long, shaky sigh of pure contentment as you fix your clothes. “you okay?” anton helped you up, enough to not cause the bed to groan.

once the door clicked shut, you immediately pulled him in for a quick hug. he rested his chin on the top of your head while you feel the warmth of his embrace. your legs swaying slightly from fatigue.

“careful,” anton whispered as he guided you. “here,” his voice lost its rasp and returned to its usual gentle tone.

anton gave you a quick kiss on the forehead as he started carefully cleaning you.

you mumbled, “we are not sharing a room with anyone next time.”

he let out a small chuckle. “you didn’t like the thrill?”

“that’s your fantasy?” you lightly smacked his arm while he was busy helping you.

anton just nodded, a playful glint in his eyes.

;)

[imsosoheee]

everything i want pt. 2 - s.es

older brother's bsf / fwb!eunseok x yn | 9.6k words (read part 1 here)

ANGST, smut (mdni!!) [tagged: @nthecrygoesout @winterbeartaehyungbestboy ]

warnings: love confessions, emotional unprotected sex, dry humping (..?), mostly angst. features txt's beomgyu as yn's older brother

eunseok thinks he could do this forever.

at the very least, that’s what he tells himself as he switches the bouquet he bought for you to his other hand.

you do a good job of keeping him on his toes. eunseok has spent more money on flowers and chocolate in the past month than he thinks he ever will for the rest of his life.

before last year, he was never nervous to come see you, but now his nerves send the sweat glands in his palms into overdrive. he hesitates before knocking on your apartment door even though you know he’s coming over.

he takes a deep breath before his knuckles hit the wood and forces a smile onto his face.

the door opens immediately after his first knock lands. his smile drops.

“were you watching me?” he asks, eyes widening as you pull him through the door with your small hand wrapped around his wrist.

“maybe. you got me flowers?”

eunseok almost scoffs at your rhetorical question. he hands you the bouquet before looking over your shoulder to see the last one he bought you still thriving on the kitchen counter. you smell the center of the bouquet and smile like everything’s perfect, so eunseok decides it was worth it after all.

he watches you rummage through the cabinets while holding the bouquet beneath your arm. you pull out a clean vase and tell him to follow you to your room. his footsteps drag slightly as he becomes your shadow.

his heart is still racing from earlier, and it only quickens as he steps into your room. he’s been here before—a million times—but it always feels like the first.

you carry the vase into your bathroom while eunseok shrugs off his jacket, draping it across the back of your chair. he takes his usual seat on your bed and tries to calm himself down. he’s tracing the lines on his palm for the eighth time when you come to stand between his legs.

your hands settle on his shoulders and suddenly he feels like he can’t breathe. eunseok considers that maybe you cast a spell on him, and that’s why he reacts to every single thing you do.

you aren’t kissing him yet.

usually, when you invite eunseok to your apartment, it means you want to have sex. by now, you’d usually be telling him to take off your shirt—which would really be one of his—and then your tongue would be in his mouth. he’s gotten accustomed to the routine you’ve built together, so for you not to be kissing him yet throws him off completely.

when you offer to come over to his and beomgyu’s apartment, it means you want to watch a movie, or play games, or cuddle. you never have sex in eunseok’s room, and you never pretend to be a normal couple in your apartment. that’s how the arrangement works.

so for you to be standing between eunseok’s legs and playing with his hair tenderly in your bedroom, eunseok is very confused. whenever he leans forward, you lean back. you aren’t looking at his lips, only holding his gaze.

he suppresses a frown when he realizes you aren’t wearing the hoodie you begged him to leave here last time. instead, you’re wearing something of beomgyu’s—an old t-shirt eunseok hasn’t seen since high school.

nothing is right today.

“i missed you,” eunseok blurts when his heart starts beating so quickly it feels like he might die.

you look taken aback for a few seconds before smiling sweetly.

“i always miss you, seok.”

eunseok tries his best to believe you. your word used to be law to him, but recently he’s started questioning everything. you’re still looking him in the eye, so he convinces himself you wouldn’t be able to lie like that.

he just finds the statement hard to believe, because your recent actions don’t show that you’ve missed him at all. you send him away once you’ve gotten what you wanted from him, and he doesn’t hear from you again until the next time you decide you need him.

he buys you flowers because you once told him your dad used them as a way of apologizing to your mom. after that snowy day a few weeks ago, when you woke up alone, eunseok bought the biggest bouquet he could find. you cried and told him they were beautiful, that you forgave him, but the next time he saw you, you acted indifferent all over again.

since then, he’s brought flowers every time he comes to see you, but eunseok doesn’t even know what he’s apologizing for anymore.

when you start tracing his bottom lip with your thumb, eunseok closes his eyes.

he has no idea what’s going on here. he hasn’t had a clue what’s going on between the two of you in what feels like forever.

finally, he leans forward and rests his head against your chest in defeat.

“eunseok?” your voice is small as you card your fingers through his hair.

he sighs softly against you before pulling away. confusion twists across your face and your lips settle into a pout. then he leans up, and you let him kiss you.

he kisses you deeper than he ever has before, like he’s trying to pour something into you. his tongue brushes yours and you pant into his mouth. his hands find your waist and pull you closer to him. when he tilts his head, you follow instinctively. after he drags his tongue across your bottom lip one last time, he pulls away.

you’re both panting.

you’re both confused.

your chest rises and falls embarrassingly fast as you wait for his next move.

“what are we doing, yn?” he finally asks, voice thin.

you feign ignorance. “we’re doing what we’ve always done.”

you know immediately that you’ve said the wrong thing, because eunseok’s hands leave your waist and fall to his sides. you can feel him pulling away from you in every possible way.

you know he’s getting tired of your arrangement. you know you’re working him too hard. every time you’re together, you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he calculates his every move, trying to please you.

you don’t know what you’re doing here either.

“last week…” you start, but the words leave you.

you don’t even know why you’re upset about it, since it’s everything you’ve always wanted.

last week, you were playing with eunseok’s fingers while lying on his chest, wondering how long the two of you could keep doing this. he was looking at you like you were his entire world, and it made you want to bury your face in his chest.

beomgyu came home, but neither of you noticed, too lost in one another.

you were half asleep with eunseok’s arm wrapped around your waist and his face tucked into the crook of your neck when you heard footsteps in the hallway. you stirred slightly and pressed a kiss to the top of his head out of habit.

“did you hear that?” you whispered into his hair.

“hm?” he hummed without looking up.

you slipped your hand into his hair, gently forcing him to look at you. his cheeks were pink enough to almost make you forget what you were talking about.

“i didn’t hear anything,” he whispered back.

then, after a beat, “you’re so pretty.”

you were a second away from kissing him when eunseok sighed and pulled away. he asked if you were hungry and ran a hand through his hair. you tried to tell him that you thought beomgyu was home, but instead you got distracted watching him play with his hair and wishing it were your fingers there instead.

“don’t look at me like that,” he laughed softly, cheeks still flushed. “or i won’t let you leave.”

you still couldn’t find any words, so you reached for his hand instead. using his grip, you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed.

“come on,” you murmured. “i’m hungry.”

he smiled at you then. eunseok was happy because you were being nice to him that day, and he didn’t feel like he had to carefully plan every action just to please you.

you don’t know why you’ve started making things so hard for him lately.

you wrapped your arms around his waist as you followed him into the kitchen. eunseok was so overjoyed by the affection that it didn’t even cross his mind to pull away when he heard beomgyu’s bedroom door open.

he knew you would eventually separate yourself from him, but that didn’t make it hurt any less when you actually did.

“seok,” beomgyu called as he neared the kitchen.

you jumped away from eunseok instantly and hurried to sit at the table.

“what?” eunseok responded flatly, shoulders deflating as he opened the fridge.

you were panicking.

how would you explain to beomgyu that you were in eunseok’s room? how would you explain that you were dressed head to toe in eunseok’s clothes? would eunseok have a plan? would he answer all the questions himself? would beomgyu finally grow suspicious, considering this was the third time in two weeks you’d shown up here without warning him first?

“yn is here?”

you know beomgyu isn’t stupid, but you’re grateful he acts like he is.

eunseok shrugs. “we were hanging out.”

“she’s wearing all your clothes?”

“i was cold,” you offer weakly.

“it was silent in your room earlier.”

“we were studying.”

“i fell asleep,” you and eunseok say at the same time.

eunseok has no problem referring to the two of you as “we” in front of beomgyu.

you can’t seem to do the same.

“is everything okay, yn?” beomgyu asks, raising an eyebrow as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge. “you’ve been over here a lot lately. you don’t have any friends anymore, so now you’re resorting to mine?”

the question throws you off.

“eunseok isn’t bad company.”

“i’m aware,” beomgyu replies. “he’s my friend, after all.”

the reminder stings more than it should.

eunseok has always been the one thing you couldn’t have.

“last week was nice,” you finally say.

you know immediately that you’ve said the wrong thing again, because eunseok stands up.

eunseok wouldn’t have described last week as nice.

nice, to him, would be kissing you whenever he wanted, no matter who was around. nice would be meeting your friends and introducing himself to your parents as your boyfriend instead of beomgyu’s friend. nice would be you being his girlfriend.

he doesn’t know where it all went wrong.

last month, he could’ve sworn you liked him.

now you hide him like a secret.

you sit where he had been sitting and watch as eunseok trudges toward your bathroom. a moment later, you hear the faucet turn on, followed by the quiet sound of water splashing against skin. when he emerges again, his face is damp, his hair pushed back messily with one hand.

you think he’s gotten skinnier.

his cheeks are more hollow now, his frame slightly smaller beneath his clothes. something about him looks worn down. you wonder if it’s your fault.

you already know it is.

when you don’t move from your spot on the bed, eunseok looks even more confused. it feels like the two of you are stuck at a standstill, each waiting for the other to make the first move. you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

you seem to be afraid of a lot these days.

after a moment, eunseok sits beside you and gently takes one of your hands in his. he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles before guiding your hand to rest against his chest. with his other hand, he tilts your chin upward until you’re forced to look at him.

“yn,” he says quietly. “this is yours.”

he’s looking at you the way he always does—with a sincerity so intense it frightens you. he’s telling you something you’ve already known for a long time. worse, he’s begging you to accept it.

to accept him.

you don’t know what to do with that.

so you let him keep your hand over his heart while his other hand cradles your face carefully, like he’s afraid you might break apart if he holds you too tightly.

his thumb brushes away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. the second he notices it, sadness floods his expression.

you don’t even know why you’re crying anymore.

he nods slightly, almost encouragingly.

“it’s yours,” he repeats softly. “all you have to do is take it.”

“i know,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as fresh tears slip free.

“you know,” eunseok echoes.

he isn’t sure what he wanted you to say, but he knows it wasn’t that.

for a brief moment, he thinks he might finally be angry. not enough to lash out at you, never that, but enough to feel something sharp curling painfully in his chest. he swallows it down anyway.

“as long as you know, i guess,” he says after a deep inhale.

he lets your hand slip from his chest and slowly pulls his other hand away from your face. you wipe at your cheeks with trembling fingers.

eunseok assumes you won’t want him today, so he stands and wipes his damp palms against his jeans. before reaching for his jacket, he turns back toward you and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

when he turns to leave, you finally force yourself to stand. you wrap your arms around his waist just like you did last week.

“are you leaving?” you ask, your voice muffled against his shirt.

you feel him sigh. the hand reaching for his jacket falls back to his side.

“what do you want to do today?” he asks instead, turning in your arms until he’s facing you fully.

the way he looks at you is different now. softer. tired, maybe. but still full of adoration despite everything. his hand rises to pat your head gently, almost absentmindedly, like he’s still in awe of how soft your hair feels beneath his palm.

“i’m kind of tired,” he admits quietly.

you understand what he really means. he doesn’t want to have sex today. you don’t think you could do it today, either. if he touched you like that right now, you think you might fall apart completely. you’d probably cry his name louder than usual, cling to him tighter than usual, beg him not to let go. you think the second he held you close enough, you’d finally break open in a way you wouldn’t be able to take back.

that kind of vulnerability feels dangerous today.

so instead, you press your chin against his chest and ask, very softly, “can you just stay for a little while?”

your voice sounds as fragile as you feel. eunseok must hear it too, because he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

he stays until you fall asleep.

when you wake up, there’s no evidence he was ever there at all. except for the flowers sitting in the vase in your bathroom.

somehow, a few of them have already started to droop.

a month passes before you know it. you haven’t spoken to eunseok since the last time he came over, and he hasn’t reached out to you either. you’ve only gone to visit beomgyu when you knew there was absolutely no chance of seeing eunseok. it feels like the world is ending.

nothing is right.

you go out to bars or parties every weekend with your roommate and her other friends. you’ve gotten free drinks from a handful of boys each time, and you’ve let a few of them kiss you.

none of it matters, because none of them are eunseok.

today, you let your friends drag you to a frat party. even though it’s the harshest part of winter, nothing compares to the brittle cold you’ve been experiencing for the past month. so you fish out the tiniest skirt in your closet—the one you bought with eunseok in mind last year—in hopes of feeling like a girl again. you figure you can throw on a leather jacket and hope the cold seeps into your skin so you can feel something other than guilt and despair.

tonight’s party is better than all the others. the music isn’t horrible, and there are just enough people that you have to squeeze through the crowd to get from room to room. you’ve had too many drinks considering the lack of food you’ve been eating lately, but now you’re craving a cigarette. your body feels warm in an artificial sort of way, like the alcohol is trying and failing to replace something else.

you check your phone out of habit when your friend does the same and find yourself rereading the last text you sent eunseok.

beomgyu must know you’re on your phone, because he never texts you first. he asks if you’re okay, since you’ve seemed less like yourself lately. he knows something is wrong, and he’s been overly careful around you because of it.

you respond by telling him you’re searching for anyone with a cigarette. unfortunately, you know enough people here to already know none of them will have one.

your “friends” don’t bother keeping up with your whereabouts too much at these things, so it’s easy to make your way outside. the front yard is littered with smokers, girls on the verge of throwing up, and others who just want some air.

you mumble a thanks after receiving a cigarette from a random frat brother, but he leaves before you can ask him to light it. you take a swig from your cup in distress. you don’t even remember what’s in the cup anymore. not even the alcohol coursing through you is enough to warm you up.

“do you need a lighter?” a familiar voice asks.

he’s leaning against a car with his hands shoved into his pockets, nose slightly red from the cold. the wind brushes his hair out of his eyes and you remember why you kissed him last tuesday.

“you have one?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you walk over to him, steps unsteady.

he scoffs and smirks. “no.”

“you’re more annoying than i remember, wonbin.” you tuck the cigarette behind your ear in hopes of finding someone else with a lighter and take another swig.

“well, we didn’t talk much the other day.” he angles his body toward you like he’s inviting you to lean against him. “aren’t you cold wearing that? is that why you’re looking for a smoke?”

you accept the silent offer and rest your weight against him in hopes of exchanging some kind of warmth.

it’s to no avail.

“i’ve been cold no matter what i wear, so i figured it didn’t matter,” you tell wonbin, who cocks his head slightly at your answer.

“how long has that been going on?”

you think back to the last time eunseok held you properly. you didn’t seem to have any issue with warmth back then. remembering the feeling of his lips pressed to your forehead momentarily wears away the cold, because suddenly you’re shivering at the wind against your legs.

when wonbin clears his throat, you’re back to feeling nothing.

“about a month,” you reply.

you think you feel his hand settle against your waist, but it’s too much effort to tell him to move it.

“were you cold when we were together last week?” wonbin tries.

you appreciate the sentiment behind the line, but nothing flirty works on you anymore. you suppress a scoff at his words.

“yn—someone’s here for you,” a girl’s voice calls out, just a second too late.

by the time you look up, eunseok’s back is already turned to you.

you imagine seeing the hurt on his face would be worse than your current view of his back retreating from you. your head starts to pound and you finally feel the brittle air bite into your skin.

dropping your cup, you push yourself upright on unsteady legs.

eunseok’s name sits on the tip of your tongue just as he whips around to face you.

eunseok feels like he’s been living in a bubble ever since he came back from studying abroad. the only thing that’s been able to pierce it was you. when he wasn’t with you, he didn’t feel anything.

when he was with you, he felt everything.

when he left your apartment a month ago, he thinks he must have left all of his senses there with you too. ever since then, he hasn’t been hungry, or excited, or even properly sad.

he just hasn’t felt anything anymore.

beomgyu picked up on it quickly. he’d leave dinner out for eunseok at night only to find the same untouched portion packed away in the fridge the next morning. eunseok barely left his room unless it was for class or work. whenever beomgyu tried to start a conversation, eunseok only gave simple replies, but the lack of light in his eyes made it obvious there was a bigger problem.

the first time eunseok has felt anything in a while was earlier tonight.

he was halfway through his nightly routine of staring at old pictures of the two of you, checking your location, and rereading your last text to him. he doesn’t understand why you haven’t texted him since then.

he doesn’t understand why he hasn’t texted you either.

he wonders if you’ve actually been having fun while going out these past few weeks. he wonders if you’ve found some new guy to play with. he wonders how you’ve managed to keep living normally while he’s been stuck feeling like this.

he wonders why you don’t feel numb too.

beomgyu called him in the middle of his wallowing, which was strange considering he’d left the apartment over an hour ago and was supposed to be driving three hours away for a workshop.

maybe this would finally make him feel something.

“hello?” eunseok answered.

“are you home?” beomgyu asked, already knowing the answer.

“yeah. what’s up?”

“yn…” beomgyu pauses carefully.

he knows he probably shouldn’t be asking this of eunseok given the circumstances, but he doesn’t think he can keep watching the two of you destroy yourselves either.

after a beat, eunseok sighs quietly. “what about yn?”

“she’s at a party tonight, but i think she needs help,” beomgyu says, fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel.

eunseok doesn’t respond right away.

time has been the only thing moving consistently for the past month, but suddenly even that feels frozen too.

slowly, he stands from his desk.

“what kind of help?”

beomgyu exhales in relief because he knows eunseok. he trusts him.

“she’s just… not okay lately,” he admits. “it’s pretty bad tonight, though. i’m worried about her.”

eunseok doesn’t say much after that as he grabs his keys. he doesn’t want to name the feeling blooming in his chest relief, because hearing that you haven’t been doing well only makes him sad.

but some small part of him feels less numb knowing you haven’t been okay either.

“i trust you, eunseok,” beomgyu adds before the line disconnects.

eunseok gets to the party quickly since he’s been here before. he knows one of the brothers, so he doesn’t hesitate to pull directly in front of the house.

he doesn’t know what to expect from you tonight.

he hopes you’ll see him and your eyes will light up. he hopes you’ll hug him like you used to. he hopes he can pat down your soft hair and convince you to come home with him while smiling against his chest.

he hopes you can finally pop the bubble he’s been trapped inside for the past month. he hopes he can stop feeling numb. he hopes maybe the two of you can finally be okay together.

what he doesn’t expect is to see you standing in the front yard with pink cheeks, practically leaning your entire body against another guy.

it’s freezing outside, so why are you out here?

why aren’t you wearing jeans tonight?

and because it’s you, why are you letting another guy touch your waist like that?

no, maybe it’s not you.

eunseok squints as he steps out of the car and walks toward the front yard. he hopes the past month has simply been long enough for him to stop recognizing you properly from far away.

a passing girl asks for his number, and he thinks he responds with your name instead.

the girl skips back toward the party and calls something out—

your name.

and when the girl he was praying wasn’t you whips her head around to look at him, eunseok turns back toward his car instead.

when he hears the sound of your cup hit the ground behind him, his hand tightens around his car keys. he tells himself to keep walking. he thinks maybe this is what he deserves for wanting too much from you again. maybe seeing you like this is the final thing he needed to finally understand.

then he hears the unsteady shift of your footsteps behind him, and suddenly the numbness he’s been drowning in for the past month splits open all over again.

eunseok turns around before he can stop himself.

the sight of you almost knocks the breath out of him. your cheeks are pink from the cold and alcohol, your hair messy from the wind, eyes glassy in a way that makes his chest ache immediately instead of harden. you look exhausted. fragile. nothing like someone who’s been happily moving on without him.

and worst of all, you still look at him the same way.

like seeing him hurts you too.

his eyes flicker between you and wonbin, then down to your cup lying on the ground.

“eun—eunseok!” you finally call out, the wind cutting across your flushed cheeks.

“do you know this guy, yn?” wonbin asks, brows furrowed, his grip around your wrist strangely relentless.

“no shit, i know him,” you seethe.

you tug against wonbin’s hold at the exact moment he lets go of you. your balance gives out instantly and you topple forward. for a brief second, eunseok considers letting you fall as punishment.

but the thought of you skinning your knee because of him fills him with too much guilt.

he remembers beomgyu’s parting words and tells himself that’s the only reason he reaches out to catch your hand before you hit the ground.

the second eunseok touches you again, you feel like you can finally breathe.

his grip shifts from your hand to your wrist as he pulls you toward his car. he knows he’s walking too fast for you to keep up, too briskly for someone as drunk as you are, but right now he doesn’t think he cares.

once he reaches the passenger side, eunseok finally lets go of your wrist to open the door for you.

he leans over to fasten your seatbelt himself, and you sharply inhale when his face gets too close to yours. instinctively, you close your eyes.

a moment later, you hear your door shut, followed shortly by the driver’s side opening.

eunseok exhales deeply before starting the car. then something soft lands in your lap.

when you open your eyes, you’re met with a blanket.

you turn toward him, but eunseok looks away before you can catch his expression and starts driving.

on the bright side—if there even is one—eunseok seems to feel the same coldness as you.

he isn’t even wearing a jacket tonight.

he doesn’t turn the heat up, and he doesn’t ask if you want him to.

you think back to this exact time last year. that must’ve been the last time you sat in eunseok’s car like this. he picked you up from campus after you texted him that you missed him. he smiled the second he saw you and asked if you wanted him to turn the heat up higher. every time he glanced over at you while driving, his lips curled upward without him even realizing it.

now, eunseok refuses to look in your direction at all, and you aren’t sure he could smile even if he tried.

you don’t say anything, and neither does he.

your entire body buzzes from being this close to him again after so long. it’s almost suffocating.

since he won’t look at you, you resort to staring out the window instead. the streets slowly start to look familiar, and you realize eunseok is driving you back to his apartment.

you don’t know what that means.

if he were taking you back to your own apartment, he could easily drop you off without a word, and you’d know exactly what that meant.

but eunseok’s apartment has always been the place where you pretend to be his girlfriend.

so you don’t know what this means at all.

eunseok pulls into his usual parking spot and cuts the engine.

you don’t say anything, because he isn’t saying anything. he doesn’t move to get out of the car, so neither do you. when eunseok sighs for the third time and drags a hand down his face, you still don’t know what you’re supposed to do.

you try to imagine the rest of the night.

you and eunseok will make your way into the apartment in silence. you’ll slip into beomgyu’s room and avoid all of his questions. when he asks if you want him to drop you off at home, you’ll shake your head and say no, because no one will be there.

you try imagining your life further than tonight.

you probably won’t come back to this apartment again. the next time you see eunseok, it’ll likely be at beomgyu’s graduation. and you can only hope that by then, you’ll be able to look at him without wanting to fall apart.

you’ll have to learn how to live with this cold that started a month ago and only ever leaves when eunseok is near.

the thought makes your eyes sting before you even realize it. tears gather quickly, uninvited, and spill over before you can stop them.

you turn toward him at the exact moment he finally speaks.

“were you going to go home with him?”

he still isn’t looking at you.

under the streetlight, the half of his face you can see looks sharper—more tired than you remember, cheeks slightly sunken, dark circles faint but undeniable. his expression is blank in a way that feels deliberate, like he’s bracing himself for whatever you say next.

the silence after his question feels suffocating.

his hands stay locked around the steering wheel.

“were you going to go home with him?” he repeats, quieter but sharper.

your chest caves in slightly.

“what?” you whisper.

his jaw tightens. “you looked pretty cozy.”

the words land heavier than they should. maybe it’s the way he says them so flatly. maybe it’s how hurt he sounds despite trying not to.

you stare at him in disbelief.

“you think i wanted him?” your voice comes out smaller than you meant it to.

eunseok runs a hand through his hair, then drags it down his face.

“i don’t know what you want anymore, yn.”

he finally looks at you then, and seeing his full face almost knocks the air out of your lungs.

he looks wrecked in a way he's never been. for a second, you think about all the times he’s probably been holding this in while still showing up for you anyway.

you shake your head quickly.

“i wasn’t going to go home with him,” you say, breath catching. “i didn’t want—”

“what do you want, yn?” eunseok cuts in, voice breaking just slightly under the exhaustion.

you freeze.

he exhales, staring straight ahead again for a second like it’s too hard to look at you while saying it.

“because i don’t understand anymore,” he continues. “you pull me close and then you disappear. you act like you need me and then pretend i don’t matter the next day.”

his grip tightens on the wheel.

“i’m tired, yn.”

you let the words seep into you. they don’t feel real coming from him, even though you've known that's how he's felt for a while now.

your fingers curl around the blanket in your lap. you try to force the words out of your mouth, but nothing comes out.

“i wasn't going to go home with him,” is all you’re able to repeat, like the repetition would make the words matter more.

eunseok doesn’t respond, and the silence makes your throat close up.

you scramble for something else to say because it feels like you finally have a chance. but how are you supposed to make someone understand you when you barely understand yourself?

you haven’t known how to meet him where he’s standing without feeling like you might lose something in yourself.

“i just don’t understand you,” eunseok sighs, and you can see the fatigue in his eyes. “no matter how hard i try, i don’t get it. so tell me,” he pleads.

your eyes drop to your hands, because you can’t bear to face the consequences of your actions. only know do you notice that they’re shaking, and it’s not from the cold.

“you make it sound like i’m doing this on purpose,” you whisper.

“aren’t you?” he asks, but there’s no bite in it. only hurt.

your stomach turns. you shake your head quickly.

“no,” you say immediately. “no, i’m not—i’m not trying to hurt you.”

your voice wavers, and for the first time tonight, you don’t try to hide it. eunseok exhales slowly, like he’s been holding his breath for a month and just now remembered how to let it go.

“then what is it?” he asks.

the question is softer this time. not demanding. just tired.

you finally look at him properly, and your throat tightens all over again.

“i don’t know how to do this,” you admit.

his gaze flickers slightly.

“i don’t know how to…” you breathe out, shaking your head weakly. “be with you without ruining it.”

the truth settles between you like something fragile.

eunseok’s expression shifts just slightly, like some part of him understands more than he wants to.

“you already are,” he says quietly.

your heart stutters. you flinch almost imperceptibly, like the words physically landed somewhere tender.

“i know,” you whisper, immediately. “i know, i just—”

you stop again.

your hands press against your thighs and your breathing turns uneven, because everything you’ve been holding back suddenly feels too heavy to keep inside your chest anymore.

eunseok waits. he watches you fall apart on your own time.

you shake your head again, harder this time, like you’re trying to force the words into place.

“i didn’t want him,” you say suddenly, like it spills out before you can stop it.

eunseok’s eyes don’t move.

you inhale sharply. “i don’t want anyone else,” you add, quieter now. your voice breaks slightly on the last word, and the silence that follows feels enormous.

your fingers curl tighter around the blanket. you can feel it now—how close you are to the thing you’ve been avoiding ever since eunseok came back.

eunseok doesn’t dare interrupt you. he doesn’t even want to breathe too loudly in the space the two of you are sharing. it feels like if he moves even a little, you’ll stop before saying the words he’s been desperate to hear for months.

“i just…” you start, then stop again. you let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know how to keep you without messing it up.”

eunseok shifts slightly in his seat and lets out another breath, one that sounds like he’d been holding it in for far too long.

you turn your head toward him fully now. your eyes are wet again, but you don’t look away.

“i tried,” you say, softer. “i tried not needing you too much. i tried acting normal. i tried—”

your voice cracks, and you let it. there’s nothing left to hold together neatly anymore.

“i tried everything except telling you the truth,” you whisper.

eunseok’s breathing changes again. he's scared to look at you, because he thinks if he does, you'll just leave the conversation at that. if you leave it there, you'll never tell him the truth, and you'll avoid him for the rest of your life. he’ll have to stop being friends with beomgyu because the pain of running into you after tonight without knowing the truth would kill him.

“eunseok, i…” you pause, like saying it out loud might change something permanently.

your eyes flicker over his face. you want to see him properly when you tell him. you want him to be able to look in your eyes and know you mean it.

“look at me, please,” you whisper.

after a moment, he finally turns toward you, waiting.

your voice drops even quieter.

“i love you.”

the words come out like they’ve been stuck there for too long, and like they hurt on the way out.

the second they land, the car feels completely still. you think that even the air has stopped moving.

eunseok stares at you like he isn’t think he heard you correctly.

for a second, he doesn’t move at all.

then he closes his eyes, and your confession is left hanging in the air between you.

you hear him inhale shakily through his nose, and when he opens his eyes again, they look different. softer. almost overwhelmed.

like he’s been starving for months and someone finally placed food in front of him.

“you love me?” he repeats quietly.

you can already see some color returning to his face.

eunseok needs to hear you say it again, because this is the first real thing he’s been able to hold onto in a long time. he needs to know you understand the truth he’s been carrying around for the past year.

with wet cheeks and blurry eyes, you nod at the boy sitting in front of you.

“i love you, eunseok.”

almost immediately, he leans toward you.

you close your eyes out of habit when he gets close, only to feel his lips press gently against your forehead.

the world isn’t ending after all.

you can smell the soap eunseok used this morning when he pulls you against him. your tears soak into the fabric of his shirt, and you can feel the slight shake in his shoulders as he holds you tighter.

you wonder how long eunseok has loved you.

he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to know that he does. he’s said it in the way he looks at you and in the way he pats your hair. he says it in how he opens the car door for you and every time he kisses the top of your head.

he’s saying it now too, as he holds your hand and guides you carefully toward his bed.

“beomgyu?” you force yourself to ask out of genuine curiosity. you only hope it doesn’t ruin whatever this is.

the boy you love shakes his head as he kneels in front of you, wiping your cheeks gently with his thumbs.

it’s warm inside the apartment, and somehow even warmer in his room. with every inch that closes between you and eunseok, you forget what it means to feel cold.

your hands cradle his face, thumbs brushing softly against his cheeks.

“so precious,” you whisper before wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

you pull away just enough to kiss him.

the second his lips meet yours again, eunseok feels everything return all at once.

he guides you farther onto the bed as he leans over you, kissing you like he has all the time in the world. like there’s nowhere else he could possibly want to be.

your arms loop tighter around his neck to keep him close. you breathe into his mouth when his hand settles on your waist, thumb rubbing softly against the skin beneath your shirt.

eunseok deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth. you’re usually the one who sets the pace, but now you can barely keep up. everything he’s giving you feels overwhelming in the best, most terrifying way. still, you refuse to pull away, even when your head starts to feel light from the lack of air.

a soft whine leaves you when eunseok finally parts from your lips. he rests his forehead against yours.

both of you are breathing hard, and he’s looking at you like he loves you. you realize you’re looking at him the exact same way.

your fingers brush through his hair and he shuts his eyes at the feeling, leaning into your touch without thinking. when he opens them again, he notices the slight tremble in your bottom lip.

his brows immediately knit together, hand rising to cup your cheek.

“i’m sorry for everything, eunseok,” you confess quietly, your eyes watering again.

you love him.

you’ve loved him, and you’ve hurt him, and you wasted so much time being afraid of what loving him would do to you.

your chest aches when you think about everything you put the both of you through.

something sad flickers across eunseok’s face.

he gives you the smallest smile and shakes his head before pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“you said you love me, right?”

the question knocks the breath from your lungs, but this time, nodding comes easily. you don’t break eye contact when you answer him.

“yeah.”

eunseok’s shoulders loosen like he finally believes it.

“then it’s settled.”

he kisses you again before you can ask what he means.

you chase after his lips the second he pulls away.

“i love you, yn,” he murmurs before pressing a slow, wet kiss against your jaw.

“i really do,” he whispers again, this time against your cheek.

another kiss lands on your other cheek.

eunseok looks down at you with a smile so unbearably soft it almost hurts to look at. you think your heart grows three sizes bigger with each kiss you receive. you've never been on the receiving end of such devotion.

you let eunseok take his time with you, because it feels like he needs to. 

his lips find your jaw again, and your hands get lost in his hair. he lightly sucks on the skin behind your ear that he knows is sensitive, forcing a moan from you. his mouth is as warm as it’s always been.

you realize no one will ever know you the way eunseok does.

the thought encourages you to tug on his hair a little rougher than usual. he lets out a groan against your skin, needy and strained.

eunseok sits back on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head without breaking eye contact with you. you use the moment to rid yourself of your skirt, tossing it aside once it’s off.

eunseok stays where he is for too long. you reach out to him, wanting to touch him again. needing to feel his heartbeat beneath your palm.

he doesn’t let you reach him, though, still looking down at you from above. you’re too scared to ask for more.

“how do you want it tonight, yn?” he asks, like he always does.

you blink at him, surprised.

eunseok has always made this about you, save for the one time he asked you to come over after a bad day at work. that night, he took the liberty of moving you around and positioning you however he needed to. you think you liked that—being at his disposal. being something he needed.

“i’m all yours,” is all you can think to say.

eunseok smiles in response, and it’s a beautiful sight. you think that if you get to see eunseok smile because of something you said for the rest of your life, you’ll forget the coldness of winter forever.

with gentle hands, he reaches down and rubs up and down your calves. you’re so happy he’s touching you that you think you could cry.

eunseok watches you open and close your mouth and wonders what you’re thinking. he thinks your legs are soft, just like the rest of you. he wonders why you wore such a small skirt in the middle of winter. the thought almost makes him frown.

his hands find your ankles and guide them upward until your knees are bent. you’re completely laid out beneath him, the wet spot on your panties on display. you suppress a small moan.

“eunseok,” you breathe shakily.

when he looks up at you, he’s blushing.

“yeah, baby?”

hearing eunseok call you baby again makes you think you could burst into tears.

the hand inching higher along your leg brings you back to him.

“i just want to feel you,” you admit before embarrassment can stop you. your cheeks must be an even deeper shade of pink than his. “so you can do whatever you want with me.”

eunseok blinks twice at your words, his mouth opening and closing as his hand pauses.

he remembers that night, too. how your eyes sparkled every time he maneuvered you somewhere new.

“i’m all yours,” you repeat, quieter this time.

eunseok’s expression softens.

“you always have been,” he answers.

eunseok leans down to press a kiss to your knee before slipping off his sweatpants and boxers in one motion.

your eyes follow him instinctively. he wraps a hand around his shaft, moving slowly a few times, and you have to bite back a sound.

for a moment, you think he’s doing this to punish you for everything the two of you put each other through over the past month.

the dampness between your legs only grows as eunseok shows you what he does when he’s alone, his head tipping back slightly as pleasure flickers across his face.

a needy whine escapes you. you need to feel him again.

eunseok leans down, and the second his lips find yours, you sigh in relief.

“fuck,” you and eunseok breathe out at the same time when you feel the head of eunseok’s cock rubbing through the thin fabric separating you.

a breathless laugh slips from your lips at your matching reactions before another moan takes its place.

eunseok starts fucking into you as if he was really inside, his tip prodding into you repeatedly through the soaked fabric of your panties. every movement sends warmth through your body, making your thoughts blur together.

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathes before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. the praise makes your head spin even more than the pleasure already has. he rocks back and forth against you, tears pooling in your eyes as he maintains his speed.

“eunseok, please,” you gasp, fingers curling around his forearm. “please, please, please,” you plead, at a loss for why this feels so good. it feels like the first time, like something completely new. eunseok must feel the same way, because he hasn’t stopped whining into your ear.

“fuck, baby, you already feel so good like this,” he groans, dropping his head back for a moment.

with his throat exposed above you, you lift your head and press your lips against the skin there, sucking on his adams apple. eunseok lets out another wrecked moan at the feeling of your tongue over his neck, rutting into you even faster.

“oh my god,” you cry softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him down to you. he kisses you before you can say anything else.

he moans into your mouth when you feel him spurting his seed against your soiled panties. he keeps kissing you as his hand wanders beneath the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. you wiggle underneath him to help, kicking them off the rest of the way once they reach your ankles.

“that felt so good, seok,” you purr, your hand finding him again.

you’re toying with the tip of his cock when a lazy smile tugs at his lips. you slowly dragged your hand from the base up to the head of his cock, your thumb brushing over his tip before you pushed your hand back down his cock.

“yeah, but did you…” his voice trails off, a playful grin spreading across his face.

you mirror it, tilting your head before shaking it slightly. “no.”

his eyebrows lift.

“but feel how wet i am,” you add, biting your lip.

without breaking eye contact, you guide his hand down your body. even though you’re the one leading him there, you still gasp when his hand finally settles between your legs.

 he teases your entrance before bringing his fingers back up to the both of your eyes. he pulls them apart and the two of you watch your wetness string between the gap. the sight pulls a soft groan out of him.

with the help of your hand and the wetness of your cunt, eunseok was fully hard again. his hand returns to your folds, fingers switching between rubbing circles on your clit and dipping into your entrance.

eunseok starts rocking his hips into your hand as his movements become more insistent. your chest is still rising and falling rapidly when he finally pulls your hand away from him. your heart pounds in anticipation of his next move.

he finally tugs your shirt over your head, leaving you fully exposed beneath him. his hands find your chest immediately.

“you’re so cute, yn,” he coos, pressing a kiss to one breast. another kiss follows.

“all mine.” the second kiss lands on the other side.

“all yours,” you repeat, still breathless as he continues leaving soft kisses across your skin.

you find yourself wondering how he’ll have you tonight. selfishly, you hope it’s something that lets you keep looking at him.

you whine in need, the throb in your core relentless. eunseok laughs at your neediness, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before sitting back on his knees. the way his cock stands makes your mouth water. if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside, you’d want to take him in your mouth.

“should i use a condom?” he asks, a genuine look in his eye. you giggle in response. “have we ever used a condom?”

eunseok cocks his head in thought. “surely we have, right?”

you can’t believe he’s taking the time to ponder this right now. he must not understand the seriousness of your desperation.

“eunseok,” you draw out the syllables in hope of him abiding your silent wishes.

“i definitely used a condom the first time we had sex,” he says, hiding a smile as he pretends not to notice how bad you need him. you’re a minute away from bringing your own hand to touch yourself, but you try holding out for him.

“yeah, fall break, my freshman year? that party.” you recall, thinking back to the occasion.

it wasn’t much of a party, but it gave you an excuse to see him.

by then, your crush on eunseok had become impossible to ignore. every time he came home from college, he seemed more handsome, and somehow still treated you with the same gentle care he always had.

that night, you decided you were tired of pretending it didn’t matter. you found him handing your brother a bottle of water. when beomgyu was called away, the two of you were left alone.

“do you want to go somewhere quiet?” you asked.

a blush spread across his cheeks before he nodded and took your hand. you led him upstairs to an empty room and closed the door behind you. suddenly, all your confidence disappeared.

“why’d you wear that, anyway?” eunseok asked quietly, avoiding your eyes. “it’s too... grown up for you.”

your face warmed. “i wanted to look pretty.”

the words hung between you, confirming every fear you'd tried to ignore. no matter how much you liked him, maybe you would always just be his best friend’s little sister. then you noticed him walking toward you. his hand gently lifted your chin.

“you’re always pretty,” he said softly.

your breath caught.

“i’ve missed you, yn.”

before you could lose your nerve, you kissed him.

holding onto the collar of his jacket and rising onto your toes, you finally kissed the only boy you’d ever wanted. and when he kissed you back, you knew he’d been waiting too.

“yeah,” you say now, smiling at the memory. “you used a condom that night.”

“you started on top and you lasted, like, five seconds,” eunseok laughs. finally, he reaches over and smooths your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. “i’m sorry, baby,” he says sweetly. “i’m just feeling nostalgic.”

“we’ve come so far,” you reply, finding his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

“i love you, eunseok.”

his smile softens immediately. for a second, you think he might cry. you think you might cry too.

“i love you, yn.” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

eunseok grabs your ankles and settles between your legs, putting the way he wants you. he guides your legs to rest on top of his shoulders and moves impossibly close to you as he finally lines up with you.

you let out a drawn out moan when eunseok finally slides inside of you. the position and your wetness makes it easy for him to fully sheath himself, his hips kissing your ass. eunseok closes his eyes in pleasure, exhaling a shaky breath before looking down at you.

you watch eunseok’s hair fall into his eyes as he pulls all the way out just to push back in. “oh my god, yn,” his brows furrow, eyes closing again. eunseok doesn’t think anything could possibly feel better than this. you are his own heaven, one that belongs to only him.

“tell me how it feels, baby,” you breathe, head spinning. this is the deepest you've ever felt eunseok before, and every time he thrusts back in it’s like he touches something else. eunseok opens his eyes as he pulls all the way out again, pupils blown out as they look into yours.

“you’re so wet and warm and tight,” he pushes back in again with a moan. you whine at his words, your hands grasping for something to hold onto.

“please don’t stop,” you gasp, feeling his dick deep inside you. your cunt pulled him even closer into you, forcing another groan from his lips. your entire body moves from the force of each of eunseok’s thrusts. he had completely overwhelmed all of your senses, and all you could feel was him.

“you’re so big, seok,” you whined as his movements sped up. your words went straight to his cock, which you could feel seemingly throbbing inside of you. your walls pulsed around him as he built up his pace, and his hand found your clit.

“it’s been so long,” you throw your head back in pleasure, wishing it could last forever. eunseok fucks you like he wants to be here forever, too.

“i know, baby,” he moves even faster now, his hand on your clit speeding up, too. “i’m so close,” he says. he can tell you’re close, too, with how your walls are clamping down on him. he knows you won’t be able to make it out in words, so he moves his fingers to make circles on your clit between his last frantic thrusts as the wet sound of your bodies gets louder.

you mouth hangs open as you let out a string of breathy moans, feeling your entire body release. eunseok thrusts into you a few more times until he’s fully emptied out, letting out a string of praises.

both of your chests are heaving as eunseok brings your legs off of his shoulders. he’s still inside of you as he leans down to kiss you deeply.

you hum into the kiss and bring your hands to play with the hair at his nape. eunseok moans into your mouth until he’s completely calmed down. he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

you’re looking into his eyes with a smile so loving, eunseok thinks he might explode. he’s never been so happy before.

“what?” he asks quietly with a shy smile.

“nothing,” you say, voice small.

“nothing?” he raises an eyebrow, pulling back just enough to pepper kisses across your face.

you giggle, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks.

“was that what you needed?” he asks, his face squished between your palms.

“yes. everything and more,” you answer. “i felt you everywhere.”

“fuck, don’t say that,” he groans. “i don’t think i have another round in me.”

you laugh at how cute he is and press a kiss to his forehead.

“so i’m yours now, right?” eunseok asks, smiling as he gathers you into his arms.

“come on,” you mumble, snuggling closer against his chest. “when were you not?”

“mmm...” he hums thoughtfully.

you turn in his arms to face him.

“you’ve always been mine. don’t be mean,” you pout. “beomgyu’s the one who never wanted to share you.”

“i’m literally still inside you and you’re bringing up your brother,” eunseok laughs.

your face burns instantly, and you hide behind your hands.

“hey, hey, i’m sorry.” he gently pulls your hands away. “i’ve always been yours, and i’ll be yours forever. it’s only you.”

your expression softens.

“you’re not going to leave me?” you ask quietly. “i won’t wake up alone in the morning?”

eunseok’s smile fades into something more tender.

“you’ll never have to wake up alone again,” he says softly. “actually, you’re never going to get rid of me. eventually, you’ll get sick of me.”

“i could never get sick of you, seok,” you grin. you trace your thumb across his cheek and watch his eyes melt.

“you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.”

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💬 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎your best friend enjoys getting wasted, too bad he's a lightweight.

masterlist 𓋰 nakakita yuma x gn!rea⠀ ✶⠀flirty yuma, suggestive, slowburn, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, fluff. wc: 2430 don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

you never understood yuma’s habit of saying yes to getting absolutely wasted at nicholas’s apartment.

he wasn’t a good drinker. everyone knew it. two shots and his ears went pink. three and he started getting emotional about the moon. four and he turned into a clingy, whiny mess who couldn’t walk straight and refused to let go of whoever was closest. usually that person ended up being you.

and yet every few weeks he still said yes.

you were half-asleep on your couch when your phone lit up with k’s name. you stared at it for three rings, already knowing exactly how this conversation was going to go.

you answered anyway.

“…hello?”

k didn’t even bother with pleasantries. “he did it again.”

you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “nicholas’s?”

“mm.. he’s currently trying to convince everyone that the ceiling fan is ‘judging him personally.’ it’s getting philosophical. i’d let him sleep it off here but he keeps asking for you in that voice and i’m kinda also not tipsy enough to keep lying to him.”

you sat up, already reaching for your keys even though you tried to sound put-out. “you could’ve just put him to bed.”

“i could have,” k agreed, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “but then i wouldn’t get to hear you pretend you’re annoyed about coming to get him. again.”

your stomach twisted. k knew. he wasn’t supposed to know—nobody was supposed to know about the massive, embarrassing, best-friend-ruining crush you’d been nursing for yuma for the better part of a year—but k was stupidly observant. he’d caught you staring one too many times. heard the way your voice changed when yuma’s name came up. noticed how you always, always showed up when these calls came through.

you hated how well he knew you.

you also hated that he was right.

“i’m coming,” you muttered.

“i know,” k said, soft and fond and a little too knowing. “drive safe. he’s extra clingy tonight. kept saying your name. maybe that unrequited love isn’t all unrequited after all..”

you hung up before he could say anything else that would make your face burn.

the drive to nicholas’s apartment felt longer than usual. your chest was doing that familiar tight thing it always did on these nights—the mix of worry and helpless affection and the low, constant ache of wanting someone who was supposed to be just your best friend. you told yourself every time that this was the last time you’d let k guilt you into playing sober handler. and every time yuma’s name popped up on your screen (or k called on his behalf), you folded like cheap paper.

because it was yuma.

because even when he was a drunk disaster, he still reached for you first.

because some pathetic part of you liked being the person he wanted when his walls were down.

nicholas opened the door with a tired but amused expression. “he’s on the couch. hasn’t thrown up yet, which is a miracle. but he’s been pouting and whining for twenty minutes straight.”

you stepped inside and immediately spotted him.

yuma was curled sideways on nicholas’s oversized couch, one leg dangling off the edge, hair a complete mess, cheeks flushed that dangerous pretty pink that only alcohol ever gave him. his eyes were glassy and half-lidded, but the second they landed on you they widened like you’d hung the stars.

“y/n…?”

it came out small. whiny. exactly like k had warned.

he tried to sit up too fast and nearly face-planted into the coffee table. you crossed the room in three quick steps and caught him under the arms, steadying him the same way you always did. the second your hands touched him he melted—arms sliding around your waist in that familiar desperate hug, face pressing straight into your stomach like he’d been waiting all night for this exact moment.

“you came,” he mumbled into your hoodie, voice thick and slurred. “k said you might not. said you sounded sleepy. but you’re here. you always come.”

your heart did something painful and stupid behind your ribs.

k was watching from the kitchen doorway with that same knowing little smile. you shot him a glare over yuma’s head. he just raised an eyebrow like see? and turned away to give you a sliver of privacy.

yuma’s grip on you tightened. one of his hands fisted in the back of your hoodie while the other slid under the hem to rest warm against the bare skin of your lower back. he nuzzled closer, cheek rubbing against your stomach, breath warm even through the fabric.

“missed you,” he whined softly. “everyone else is loud and mean and the lights are too bright and my head feels like it’s full of cotton but you’re here now so it’s better. you make everything better.”

you swallowed hard, one hand automatically finding his hair the way it always did on these nights. your fingers carded through the soft strands slowly, gently, while your brain screamed at you to stop treating him like he was yours to comfort.

he wasn’t.

he was your best friend.

your drunk, clingy, unfairly pretty best friend who had no idea what he did to you every time he pulled you in like this.

“you’re a mess,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“your mess,” he corrected immediately, the same way he always did when he was like this. then he hiccuped and pressed his face harder into your hoodie. “don’t wanna go home yet. can we stay here a little longer? just… like this? you feel nice. warm. safe.”

from the kitchen you heard nicholas snort. k was definitely still listening too.

you ignored them both.

instead you stood there in the middle of nicholas’s living room with yuma wrapped around you like a koala, his body heavy and trusting against yours, his drunk little confessions soaking into your skin. your hand kept moving through his hair. your heart kept doing that dangerous fluttering thing it had no business doing.

k knew.

yuma didn’t.

and you were so, so tired of pretending this didn’t hurt in the sweetest, most unbearable way.

k’s words from the phone call kept looping in your head.

maybe that unrequited love isn’t all unrequited after all.

“how about we just go back to mine, hm?” you said softly, fingers still carding through his hair.

“yours?” he repeated, voice slurred and full of something dangerously close to delight. “really? can we? your place is better. quieter. and you always let me have the good blanket and—” he hiccuped again, then tilted his head to nuzzle openly against your stomach, lips brushing the fabric in a way that felt almost deliberate.

“and you’re there. i like when it’s just us. feels like i get to keep you all to myself for a little while. you gonna let me keep you tonight, pretty?”

your chest ached so sharply it almost hurt.

another thing about yuma was that not only was he a lightweight, but he was also a flirt. drunk or not, it seemed that trait of his remained. it was just… him. the same way he’d lean into your space when he was sober and call you “pretty” with that easy grin, or rest his hand on your lower back when you walked through crowds, or send you random voice notes at 2 a.m. saying your name like it tasted good in his mouth. you’d always told yourself it didn’t mean anything. that he was like that with everyone.

but tonight, with his body pressed so close and his words slipping out unfiltered, it was getting harder and harder to believe that.

k’s comment refused to leave you alone.

you swallowed hard and gently tugged at his arms. “come on, flirt. let’s get you up before you glue yourself to the floor.”

he let you pull him upright, but the second he was standing he swayed hard into you, arms looping around your neck this time instead of your waist. his face tucked right into the crook of your shoulder, lips brushing the sensitive skin there as he spoke.

“mmm, but i like being glued to you,” he mumbled, voice warm and teasing even through the slur. “you’re comfy. and you smell good. and you let me do this.” one of his hands slid down your back, fingers splaying wide at the base of your spine.

“you’re really letting me do this tonight. that’s new. or maybe i’m just noticing it more because everything feels extra nice right now.”

you tried to ignore the way your pulse jumped. tried to ignore how natural the flirting felt coming out of him—like it wasn’t the alcohol talking so much as it was just yuma finally saying the things he usually kept behind that easy, charming smile.

k was still watching from the kitchen with that infuriatingly knowing look. you shot him another glare as you started half-dragging, half-guiding yuma toward the door. he only smiled wider, like he was enjoying every second of your suffering.

getting yuma down the stairs and into your car was a whole production. he kept stopping to rest his weight against you, whining softly every time you tried to move him forward.

at one point his legs gave out completely and you had to catch him, both of you pressed together against the stairwell wall. his arms stayed locked around your neck, face buried in your throat.

“sorry,” he slurred, not sounding sorry at all. his lips brushed your pulse point when he spoke. “mmm—you’re really warm. and soft. a-and i like when you hold me like this… all strong and careful. it’s kinda hot…”

your hands tightened on his waist. “yuma—”

“shhh,” he hummed, nuzzling closer. “don’t talk. i’m drunk. you can tell me i’m being too much in the morning. but right now just… let me be like this with you. please?”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your throat was too tight and your heart was doing dangerous, hopeful things behind your ribs.

by the time you got him into the passenger seat he was still clinging—one hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you closer so he could press another clumsy kiss to the inside of it.

“drive slow,” he murmured, eyes already half-closed. “i dont wanna throw up in your car..”

you huffed out a soft, helpless laugh despite yourself and gently pried your wrist free so you could close the door. “i’ll be careful. just try not to fall asleep before we get there, okay?”

he made a small, whiny noise in response but didn’t argue. the second you slid into the driver’s seat he reached for you again, fingers curling loosely around your wrist like he needed the contact even while half-asleep. you let him keep it there as you pulled out of the parking spot and started the short drive back to your apartment.

the car was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and yuma’s occasional sleepy mumbles. every so often he’d bring your hand up to his mouth and press another slow, lazy kiss to your knuckles or the inside of your wrist, like he was cataloging every inch of skin he could reach while he still had the excuse of being drunk.

“you’re really good at this,” he slurred after a few minutes, voice soft and warm in the dark. “taking care of me. always have been. makes me feel special when you drop everything and come running. like i’m worth the trouble.”

your fingers twitched in his grip. you kept your eyes on the road.

he didn’t seem to need a response. he just kept talking in that low, half-asleep, flirty way that was so painfully yuma it made your chest feel too small.

by the time you pulled into the parking spot outside your building, yuma was mostly asleep, head tipped back against the window, but his fingers were still loosely wrapped around your wrist. you had to gently pry them off to get out of the car, and the second you opened his door he made a small, pathetic sound and reached for you again.

“carry me?” he asked, voice small and whiny and so unfairly cute that you almost gave in.

“you’re too heavy,” you said, even as you were already leaning in to help him out. “and i’m not that strong.”

“you’re strong enough for me,” he mumbled against your shoulder as you hauled him upright. his arms went around your neck again, body heavy and trusting against yours. “always have been.”

getting him up the stairs and into your apartment was slow work. he kept stopping to rest his weight on you, face tucked into the crook of your neck, pressing soft, sleepy kisses there every few steps like he couldn’t help himself. by the time you got the door unlocked and nudged it open with your foot, your heart was racing for reasons that had nothing to do with physical exertion.

you managed to get him to the couch instead of your bed—safer, you told yourself—but the second you tried to step back he pulled you down with him. his arms locked around your waist as he curled sideways across your lap, face pressing into your stomach like it was his favorite pillow.

“stayyyy,” he pouted, voice whiney and muffled against your hoodie. one of his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm warm and a little clumsy against your lower back as he tugged you closer. “please? just for a little while. i need you here….”

you didn’t try to protest, even thought you should have. you just sank back against the cushions with a quiet sigh, one hand automatically finding his hair. he made a happy, content little sound and nuzzled deeper, legs tangling with yours, body heavy and warm and so, so trusting against you.

tonight, with his flirty little comments still echoing in your ears and his hands resting warm against your skin, you were starting to wonder how much longer you could keep pretending either of those things was true.

yuma shifted once more, pressing one last clumsy, half-asleep kiss to the fabric over your stomach before his breathing evened out.

“g’night, pretty,” he mumbled. “thanks for letting me be selfish with you tonight.”

you closed your eyes, fingers still moving slowly through his hair.

and for the first time in months, you didn’t try to stop the dangerous, hopeful flutter in your chest.

maybe k was right. just maybe.

© 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 2026ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 & 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 ! 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: this was for a request ! but it kept getting longer and longer so i decided to post it separately hehe ~~ i hope u guys enjoy it

[doe-eyed-jinsu]

i had this specific thought about sungchan getting back from work or something who just loves seeing reader on her knees looking up at him (sometimes not even in a sexual way in a cute way too when u blink at him with doe eyes) but goes crazy when u snuggle ur cheeks next to his clothes bulge like leaning in…. makes him wanna pet u bad and u can take it from there …🤤🤤 feel like this sungchan would love taking pics of his baby in compromised positions too lol

yesyesyeyseysyeys god yes!! yes!!!! yes!!!! YESSSSSS

CW: stablished relationship, praising, daddy kink, pictures, hair pulling, oral f to m, dacryphilia (?)

a/n: probably shit i got tired and kept procrastinating😣😔

sungchan gets home later than he wanted, the apartment quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the faint glow of your phone screen. he doesn't even bother to take his work bag off, just drops it by the door with a heavy thud, his eyes finding you immediately.

you’re sitting on the rug, legs tucked under you, one hand lazily holding your phone while a drink sits forgotten on the coffee table in front of you. you look so domestic, so soft in your oversized loungewear, and the second you hear him, you look up. that slow blink, those wide doe eyes just tracking him as he walks over—it does something to his brain. he stands there for a second, just watching you, the way you’re totally unaware of how perfect you look sitting there at his feet.

he doesn't say a word, just walks over and drops his heavy frame into the space right in front of you. he doesn't even sit on the couch; he just settles onto the rug, and you, being the little creature of habit that you are, immediately lean forward to press your cheek against his thigh. right where his jeans are tightest, where the fabric is straining against him.

you nuzzle in, a soft hum vibrating in your chest, and sungchan’s breath hitches. his hand is already in your hair, fingers tangling in the strands, scratching at your scalp just the way you like it. he’s got that look on his face—the one where his eyes go hazy and dark, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as you continue to just lean into him.

"you have no idea what you're doing right now" he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low.

he doesn't wait for you to answer. his free hand reaches into his pocket, his phone sliding out with a silent, practiced motion. he angles it just right, not even caring about the lighting, just wanting to capture the way your cheeks are flushed, the way you’re looking up at him with those big, trusting eyes while your face is pressed against his hardening bulge.

he clicks a few shots—the angle is precarious, catching the curve of your neck and the way you’re completely devoted to his touch. he makes a low, gratified sound in the back of his throat when he sees how you don't even flinch, just blink at him like you're waiting for him to keep petting you.

"look at you" he whispers, his thumb pressing firmly against your lower lip to pull it down, his fingers moving to graze over the fabric you’re pressed against. "so pretty. so good at being exactly where i want you. do you know how many people would kill to see you like this for me?"

he pulls the phone back to look at the photos, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face as he scrolls through the candid shots. he knows he’s going to keep them, maybe even lock them away in a folder he only opens when he’s missing you, or when he’s feeling particularly possessive. he tucks his phone away, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make you tilt your head back, exposing your throat to him.

"keep doing that" he commands, his other hand sliding down your back, pressing you closer until you’re practically fused to him. "i'm going to take my time with you tonight. i think i want to see if i can get you to look at me like that while i make you completely mine."

he lets out a wet, ragged exhale, his fingers winding deeper into your hair, gripping until your scalp stings—he loves it when you’re this eager. you’re still nuzzling against him, your cheek pressed against the straining denim, and every time you press a soft, inquisitive kiss to the fabric, he shudders. he’s losing his mind.

"that’s it, baby" he growls, his voice barely a sound, just pure, vibrating need. "be a good girl. keep showing daddy how much you want it."

he shifts, his heavy hands moving to his waistband, and he doesn't waste time with decorum. he undoes the button with a sharp click, sliding the jeans down his legs and kicking them aside until they’re just a messy pile on the rug. you’re left pressed against his boxers, the cotton damp and straining, and you don’t hesitate. you nuzzle your face right into the bulge, pressing your nose into the soft fabric, inhaling the scent of him—musk and heat—before your tongue darts out to trace the heavy, throbbing shape underneath.

you press a lingering, wet lick right against the seam, and he lets out a broken, guttural sound. he sits on the sofa now, keeping you in between his legs. his head falling back against the couch. "fuck, you’re so dirty for me."

he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, peeling them down slowly, deliberately, until he’s completely exposed. he’s heavy and flushed, already leaking, and the sight of it—right in front of your face—makes you look up at him, those doe eyes wide and questioning. he just smirks, reaching down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, his gaze clouded with absolute, unadulterated obsession.

"go on" he whispers, his voice thick. "take it."

you lean in, your lips parting to catch him. you start at the base, pressing a slow, worshipful kiss to the thick skin there before trailing your tongue upward. you’re methodical, tracing the prominent veins that snake along the length of his shaft, your tongue swirling over every ridge and bump. he’s watching you, his breath hitching in his chest as you move higher, your grip on his thighs tightening as you reach the crown.

you swirl your tongue around the sensitive, flared tip, and his hips jerk off the floor. he’s panting now, a series of low, broken swears spilling from his lips as he watches the contrast of your soft skin against his dark, hardened cock. he reaches down, his hand cupping the back of your head to guide you, pressing you firmly against him so he can feel the heat of your mouth—the slick, wet friction of your lips working over the velvet-smooth head of his cock.

the way he’s looking down at you is pure, unadulterated worship—like he’s forgotten everything else in the world except for the way your throat is accommodating every inch of him. he’s got both hands tangled tight in your hair, gripping hard enough that your neck is arched perfectly, giving him total access.

"fuck, keep going, baby, that’s it" he rasps, his voice trembling as he watches you work. "you’re such a good girl, taking it all for daddy. i love how you look right now—eyes wide, face so pretty, doing exactly what i need you to do."

he starts thrusting into your mouth, slow and deep, dragging his cock against your teeth and then sliding back down your throat until you’re gagging, tears pricking your eyes. he doesn't stop, just pulls your head harder against his hips, his thumb stroking your cheek as he watches you fight to keep him inside.

"yeah, be a good little thing" he murmurs, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into your lips with a heavy, wet rhythm. "you’re so tight, so warm… i want to fill you up, i want you to taste every drop. you’re my favorite thing, you know that? my perfect little pet, doing anything i ask."

he’s getting close, the way he’s panting and the way his grip on your hair turns into a firm, grounding anchor at the base of your skull. his eyes are dark, fixed on yours, demanding you stay focused on him. he pulls back just enough to watch your lips wrap around the head, his cock throbbing and heavy with intent.

"yeah, look at me" he commands, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that makes your stomach flip. "open up for me. take it all."

he thrusts deep one last time, pinning your head against his lap as he loses it. he pumps into your mouth, his hips stuttering as he starts to cum, but he pulls out at the last second, sliding his thick, spurting cock out of your lips so he can watch the show. you stay exactly where he wants you, mouth wide, tongue lolling out, looking up at him with those hazy, submissive eyes.

he leans forward, arching his back as he lets it go, heavy ropes of cum painting your face, landing on your lips, your cheeks, your chin. he’s dripping over you, his breathing jagged and loud in the quiet room. he doesn't look away, not for a second, just watches with a look of pure, satisfied obsession as you catch the mess on your tongue, eyes never leaving his face.

"that’s my girl" he gasps, his voice rough and thick with pride, his hand still clutched in your hair, petting you like you’re the most precious thing he owns. "look at you… covered in me. you look so beautiful, so fucking perfect. daddy’s good girl, my perfect little toy. you’re mine, always."

[doe-eyed-jinsu]

pretty doll ! || J. SC

CW: lots of praise, size difference, daddy kink, usage of 'oppa' (once), breeding kink.

a/n: fuck me... i want him so bad please please please

requested by anon. !

"look at you" sungchan breathes, his voice instantly dropping into that thick, gravelly register the second he walks through the door and sees you. you're sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing his favorite little outfit—the soft, frilly white dress with the tiny black polka dots, hem resting high on your thighs, your neat white socks and matching shoes making you look so impossibly delicate. "you dressed up just for me, baby? so feminine. so fucking pretty."

he doesn't even take off his jacket before he's crawling onto the mattress, his massive, broad frame completely overshadowing you as he pulls you into his lap. his big hands, rough and warm, immediately slide up your bare thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above the frills of your socks. he's peppering your face with soft, adoring kisses, murmuring endless praise against your lips, your cheeks, your jawline. "such a good girl. my beautiful girl. i swear you're trying to drive daddy crazy wearing this."

you whine softly, leaning into his touch, your small hands gripping the lapels of his black jacket as his fingers trail upward, capturing your waist. he loves seeing you like this, looking so small and immaculate under his heavy body, but the soft adoration in his eyes quickly starts to darken with pure, hungry need. his hands slide down to the hem of your dress, bunched up around your hips, and he doesn't even bother trying to take it off—he just pulls the fabric up out of the way, exposing your dripping, aching pussy to the cool air of the room.

"i'm not taking it off" he growls, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his long fingers slide down pushing your lacy panties aside to find your slick opening, instantly testing how wet you are for him. you let out a sharp gasp, your thighs trembling as he pumps two fingers deep inside you with a wet, sloppy sound. "i want to fuck you right into the mattress while you're wearing it. i want to see your pretty little frills bouncing while i take you."

he unzips his pants with a heavy, metallic rasp, his thick cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. sungchan lays you in bed and positions himself on top of you, his big hands grabbing your hips to hold you perfectly still, and then he drives himself inside in one slow, unyielding motion.

the sheer size of him stretching you out makes your eyes roll back instantly, a broken, high-pitched scream tearing from your throat. "oppa— wait, it's too deep—" you sob, your nails digging right through his shirt into his shoulders as his pelvic bone slams hard against your clit.

"shh, just take it, baby. take daddy's cock" he groans, his pace immediately turning rough and punishing, completely discarding the softness from before. he's rolling his hips in that heavy, relentless rhythm, burying himself to the hilt over and over until your core is burning and swollen from the friction. the contrast is insane—you look so sweet and innocent in your pretty clothes, but underneath him, your legs are spread wide, your pussy clenching desperately around his thick length with every wet, sliding thrust.

sungchan leans down, his heavy chest flattening your breasts through the fabric of your dress, his dark eyes wide and completely obsessed as he watches your face break. "fuck, look at your reflection in the window. look how small you look under me. look at my girl getting ruined in her favorite dress."

he shifts his grip, grabbing your thighs and pulling them open even wider, his thrusts turning shallow and incredibly fast, pounding right against your sweet spot until you're a sobbing, shaking mess. you're babbling his name, your head tossing on the pillow as your climax hits you like a wave, your core clamping down on him so tight it breaks his control entirely.

"yeah, clench around it. hold daddy tight," he pants, his voice hoarse and desperate as he drives himself all the way in, holding his weight fully against you as his body goes rigid. he growls into your neck, his entire frame shuddering as he cums deep, pumping a massive, hot torrent of seed straight into your womb. you can feel every single pulse of him filling you up, the thick warmth overflowing and leaking out around his cock, dampening the fabric of your dress.

he stays buried inside you for minutes after, his breath ragged against your skin, his big hand coming down to gently rub your stomach where it feels heavy and full of him. he kisses your tear-stained cheeks, his voice dropping back into that soft, loving murmur. "such a good girl for daddy. look at how messy you are now."

[xiangsnki]

shybf!anton covering his face while you give him a slow handjob ໒꒱ིྀ. your small hand gliding over his big cock is enough to bring anton to the edge, just from the visual alone. he would feel so embarrassed about the faces and sounds escaping him that he’d attempt to hide them. "toniii," you softly tug at his arm that’s shielding his face. "let me see your faceee," you plead, but he persists, continuing to emit soft gasps and whines. "mm-mm," anton murmurs, shaking his head.

[truekeylime]

by nature

anton x reader. wc 1,246.

we all get hard when our girlfriend calls us big and strong.

beware: handjob, use of the pet name 'baby' (we ALL fw it), kinda submissive anton yess

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anton loves being in control. he's always the one towering over you, making you feel small, teasing you. but deep down, you know he loves being on the receiving end even more. he can't help taking the lead whenever you're around even if it goes against what he truly wants. you know he'll only fall into his destined position if he's caught off guard.

you find him spread out on the couch watching tv, he doesn't even notice you approaching. you plop down against his side, facing him. he mumbles an absent greeting, eyes boring into the screen.

your hand goes over his clothed stomach, feeling the dents of his muscles with your palm. he glances down at your hand for a moment before looking back up. you continue feeling him up, reaching to feel his muscular chest for a split second. he's visibly distracted now. "wow." you whisper, slipping your hand under his shirt.

"how often do you work out?" you trace his abs with your fingertips. you already know the answer, but you'll do anything to hear his affected voice.

"few times a week." he breathes out.

your head rests on his chest, the bass of his pounding heart flooding your ear. your wandering hand trails to his bicep, squeezing it gently. "so big and strong," you murmur, "what are you training for?" you crane your neck to see his face. his eyes flutter shut every time you give him a squeeze. your palm leaves his arm and he regains consciousness, mouthing a 'huh' when he realizes you'd asked him something.

you reach down to grasp at his thigh through the thick fabric of his sweats, "you train legs too right? a lot of guys only focus on their upper body." you're barely doing anything and he already looks so bothered, your head rising and falling along with his heaving chest. you feel movement when his chin slightly bumps the top of your head, but can't guess if he's nodding in response or not. "you do?" you look up at him, he's staring down at your hand intensely, like he's trying to control it with his mind.

"yes." he says quietly.

your other arm that's been wedged between your body and the couch stretches to rest behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair as he lets out a loud sigh.

your hand creeps back up to his toned stomach, purposely skipping over the growing bulge in his pants. your nails drag against the hard-earned definition of his abs, you can hear his heartbeat quickening when your hand glides down, two fingers slipping just past the waistband of his sweats. they stay there unmoved, "should i start working out too? i feel like i'm missing out on something."

when he opens his mouth to respond, you press down on his lower abdomen, earning what sounds like a low groan mixed with his usual exhales. "are you okay?" you ask lightly, withdrawing your digits and patting the cloth of his waistband as if you're smoothing something.

"no, wait. please." he says hurriedly.

"please what?" if he wasn't so desperate you're sure he would have rolled his eyes. you wait for him to part his lips in response, eager to play your sound-drawing trick on him again.

but instead, his hand envelopes the back of yours. your fingers intertwined, when he guides you directly where he wants.

he retrieves his hand and leaves you in control.

"why can't you react normally when i compliment you?" you tease.

"your way of complimenting," he pauses, letting out a groan when you palm him over his sweats. "isn't normal." he finishes the sentence, his voice rising by the end of it when you grab his length.

"you don't like normal." you tug his sweats and boxers down together slowly, freeing his hard cock. he's already leaking.

he looks at you with wide eyes when you move like you're about to touch him, but then stop midway, raising your palm up to his chin.

your head motions towards your hand when he looks at you dumbfounded. you know he knows what to do, he just wants you to say it.

"spit." you order.

it's obvious he's fighting back a smile while he gathers as much saliva as he can in his mouth, before parting his lips and letting it spill into your palm.

you cup your hand, tilting it so the spit drips down his length.

you give him one long stroke, spreading the wetness so it coats his whole cock. his head instantly tips back against the couch, slack-jawed. you massage his tip with your thumb and he lets out a whimper. "you're so sensitive." you say.

he only nods. you begin stroking his length up and down slowly, earning breathy moans. "you like that?"

he huffs out a quiet 'yeah', biting his lip harshly when you grip the base of his cock. you sit up, your hand that was tangled in his hair reaching under his shirt, feeling for his abs again. "you're so hot, anton." you purr, stroking him faster. "i'd go to the gym with you if it meant you'd fuck me in the locker room."

"fuck." he ruts into your hand.

you egg him on. "it'd feel like this." your grip on him tightens, trying to simulate how you'd clench around him.

he lets out a guttural moan, bucking his hips up to fuck your hand. his eyes are screwed shut, you know he's imagining it.

you can tell he's getting close as his hips stutter, so you purposely slow the pace, stroking him lazily. "already, baby?" you coo at him.

he leaks more precum just from the gentle tone of your voice.

"please continue." he whines.

"you're so cute." you reach up to caress his cheek with your other hand while you continue to stroke him, building up the pace once again. he lets his head fall sideways to rest on your palm, absentmindedly nodding against it when you ask him another meaningless question about the gym.

you gently push his head upright, both hands now going to the base of his cock. with no warning, you duck down and lick the tip. "oh my god." he gasps. you stroke him faster, wrapping your lips around him. he whimpers, "please. faster."

you detach from him and look up to see his eyes closed as he thrusts into your hold, "tell me what you're thinking about." his cock twitches in your hands.

"i'm thinking," he's reckless now, his own hand going over yours to squeeze himself. "i'm thinking about you, fuck," he shuts his mouth to suppress a moan you're still able to hear, muffled. "us at the gym. you counting my reps, then taking me to the back." he whines when you twist around him.

"you wanna fuck me in the gym, baby? have all your friends hear?" you coo at him, or maybe at his dick when you lean down to place a sloppy kiss on the tip. his hips snap upwards, spilling his release all over your hands as he falls apart with a low moan. he's panting when you continue stroking him, milking him of everything.

he nods when you pat his thigh, telling him you're going to go get a towel to clean up his mess. "are you really gonna start going to the gym with me?" he calls out.

"maybe."

[luvyeni]

• shy boy . ִֶָ་. 🏹 ་༘

⌗shyboy — who knew your shy boy was such a big freak …

( l. anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. munch!anton , oral ( fem. receiving ) , cum eating , he’s a freak 𓄵 word count. 710 { back to library }

( request ). can i please ask for shy bf! anton but is actually real freaky in bed? might even be better if it's their first time despite being together for quite some time HENFJSNENF

being with anton you had gotten used to doing most of talking in public settings; you didn’t mind it though you were normally outspoken anyway so you didn’t mind taking the lead around other people — letting him rest his chin on your shoulder while you played with his hands letting him know that you were still there for him even in the middle of a conversation.

you two never rushed into things , you let them come naturally so sex wasn’t a thing you two were worried about it — when it came it came , you just assumed you’d take the lead like you usually did… boy you were wrong , and you didn’t know how wrong you were until anton had you pinned down to the bed.

“you look so good right now.” his hands gripped your wrist. “i want you , right here , right now.” you moaned into the kiss , still shocked. “wa-wait ton , fuck.” he bit down on your neck. “ah- fuck.” his knee slotted in between your legs , moving against your clothed cunt. “i’ve been hard all day.” he groaned. “you did this to me.”

spreading your legs open while biting on his lip, his normally bright eyes were dark and full of lust. “wanna eat your pretty pussy.” riding you of your pants. “so fucking pretty.” he held them open , giving your pussy a kiss. “anton.” he licked your folds , moaning against your heat. “fuck you taste good.” he mumbled , licking and sucking at your folds. “such a sweet pussy.” his nails dug into your thighs as his nose brushed against your clit. “fuck ton i’m gonna cum.”

he abruptly stopped , pulling away his lips glossy with your slick. “fuck i could spend hours just eating you out.” he said breathlessly. “but right now i need to fuck you.” his hard cock straining against his pants , palming himself before unbuckling them. “mh-so fucking hard.” finally freeing himself — he was huge , who fucking knew. “jesus ton , i don’t think you’re gonna fit.”

his cheeks turned red , before he pinned you back down , holding the base of his cock , slapping it on your cunt. “fuck.” he sighed , pushing his cock against your slit , the tip of his cock catching your clit making you moan out. “i’ll make it fit.” he groaned , pushing the head of his cock into your waiting hole. “oh fuck you’re tight.” he slowly pushed himself inside , the grip on your waist was tight. “fucking sucking me in.” he groaned. “oh fuck your too big.” you moaned.

“yeah?” he began to move. “too big for your tiny pussy?” his cock kissed your cervix — you couldn’t believe the man who stood behind you while you ordered food — was the exact same man who had you in a mating press , pounding his thick length inside of you. “fuck anton!” you screamed. “fuck i’m gonna cum!” he kept moving , his hand wrapping around your neck , lightly squeezing. “yeah? gonna make a mess for me , sh-shit cum all over my dick.” he sped up. “cum , please cum i want you to cum.” his thumb rubbing circles on your swollen slit. “fuck- cum.”

you came with a loud scream , he kept gonna , watching a white ring form around his cock. “shit shit shit.” he hissed. “gonna fucking cum.” his cock twitched.. “gonna breed this pussy.” his movements came to a quick halt before you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up. he groaned as he emptied himself inside you. “fuck.” he sighed , kissing your tear stained cheeks. “never waiting to fuck you again.”

just as you thought you were done , he slipped his soft cock out of you , his cum leaking from your hole. “need to taste you and me together.” he said softly — so softly you thought the shy boy from before was back , but then his eyes got dark again. “gonna eat my cum out of you and then fuck more into you.” he said , watching your hole clench around nothing. “not gonna stop until you’re shaking for me.”

who knew your shy boyfriend would turn out to be such a freak.

©️LUVYENI

[luvyeni]

• why can’t you love me . ִֶָ་. 🦋 ་༘

⌗whycantyouloveme — anton not understanding the concept of calling someone over at 9pm

( lee anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. switch!anton, protected sex, pnv , dry humping 𓄵 word count. 600 { back to library }

( request ). can I request hopeless romantic Anton where reader really wanted to have a one night stand with them and when they finally did reader doesn't really expect anything but Anton now think they have to be together and are confused over why they aren't and reader is confused over why they want a relationship since she thought they also wanted nothing serious... Happy ending tho

you and anton were in the same friend group; you hung out a lot together , you thought he was cute — scratch that , you thought he was fine as fuck , and you knew he was single; and you were horny.

so of course when he called you over to his apartment for a movie night; of course you were going. in your best lacy underwear ready for whatever was to come.

and of course the movie night turned into him deep inside you half way through , his thick cock dragging along your walls; your knees pressed against your chest. “fu-fuck anton.”

he fucked you in a way you hadn’t been fucked in a very long time , his thumb rubbing your clit — his eyes burning into your eyes , you could barely look at him; eyes closing shut.. he didn’t like that. “open them.”

“open your eyes and i wanna see you cum.”

his treatment on your clit , paired with the deep thrust sent you into a spiral , cumming all over his cock. your legs wrapping around his waist , he talked you through your orgasm. “good girl.” he groaned. “cumming all over my cock , making such pretty noises for me.”

he soon finished , cumming into the condom; leaving sweet little kisses on your shoulder and neck. “fuck you felt so good.” he pulled out , taking the condom off before returning back to you.

“do you want to take a shower? i can make you some food.”

“no i’ll take a shower and eat when i get home.”

“when you get home?” he asked, confused , sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear. “you’re not spending the night?”

“why would i spend the night?”

he was genuinely surprised at hearing you say that , which confused you. “well i thought you’d like to sleep over , and maybe go out for breakfast tomorrow.” he shrugged , his once smiley face , now replaced with a frown. “you don’t have to , i can drive you home now.”

“wait no , now i feel bad.” you sat up , covering your body with his covers. “i thought this was just a hook up.”

“why did you think that?”

“you texted me at 9pm asking me if i wanted to hang out alone at your house , anton that’s basically asking to hookup.”

“i didn’t think about that.” he said. “i really just wanted to hang out with you , i didn’t expect for it to go that far— not that i didn’t enjoy it.” you smiled at him , chuckling”

“come here.”

you straddled his lap , your naked form sitting in his lap. “i’ll spend the night.” his hands on your waist , he smiled.

“really? i can make you breakfast in the morning.”

you nodding , biting down on your before slightly moving your hips; his eyes widening , cock stirring in his boxers. “yeah? that really sweet of you.”

his eyes completely glazed over as you rode his covered cock. “so cute.” your hand wrapping around his throat softly , he let out an adorable whimper. “so so cute.”

“you’re gonna cum?”

he nodded , you could feel his cock twitch inside of his underwear. “please can i?”

“yes you can.”

he moaned as he came , making a mess inside his underwear. “fuck.” he sighed , wrapping his arms around your waist bucking up into you.

“now we can shower.”

“wait don’t you want me to .. i can go down on you.” he said softly.

“i’m exhausted honestly.”

“but that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t be down with being woken up by it.”

he he’d go to sleep that night thinking about waking you up on his tongue.

©️LUVYENI

[writemekpop]

suck it and see | lee chanyoung (anton)

Summary: your ex boyfriend says you're terrible at sucking dick. you use your shy roommate Anton to prove him wrong.

Genre: shy virgin!Anton, friends to lovers AU, smut

Word count: 2k

You staggered through the front door of your flat, almost tripping over your high heels. Your head was spinning, and you were pretty sure you reeked of tequila.

Kicking off your shoes, you wobbled into the living room.

Your roommate Anton was sat on the couch, snuggled under a fleece blanket. A rerun of an old comedy show played softly on the TV.

You picked up a pillow and used it to scrub off the tears on your cheeks.

"Y/n, are you okay? Have you been crying?”

Anton had only been living in the apartment for a few months, ever since your old roommate left for her semester abroad. He was very shy, but sweet. Whenever he’d cook himself some ramen, he'd always leave out a bowl for you, and silently do the dishes in the morning.

You slumped down into the couch beside him.

“I’ve had the worst evening ever.”

Anton’s dark hair was damp from the shower, and he smelled like coconut shampoo.

His brows furrowed. “What happened?”

"It's Shotaro," you hiccupped. "He broke up with me. On our six-month anniversary of all days! He left me in the bar… so I decided to have a few cocktails. Okay, maybe more than a few."

Anton's mouth fell open. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing your lip gloss. You probably looked like a mess, but you were too drunk and sad to care.

“He said, in this dead pan voice, like a total psycho, Y/n, it’s just not going to work. You’re self-centered, you’re not as funny as you think you are, and you’re terrible at sucking dick.”

Anton blushed. “He said all that?”

You nodded. “It’s the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go.”

You held your face and started to cry. The sobs wracked through your whole body, making you shake.

You felt a hand lightly touch your arm.

“That guy’s a jerk. He didn’t deserve you.”

Anton’s hand on your arm felt so comforting. The only time Shotaro would ever touch you was when he wanted sex.

You looked up to see Anton looking at you tenderly, with deep soulful eyes. His dark skin was smooth, and his lips, plump and juicy, were the perfect shade of red. He was handsome, without even trying.

You don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that you had just been dumped, but you felt a sudden surge of courage.

“Shotaro said I use too much teeth,” you whispered.

Anton frowned. “What do you mean?”

The blanket had slipped off Anton, revealing his body. He was wearing a blue striped top that was tight over his broad shoulders, and left little to the imagination below. You could see the grooves of abs on his toned stomach, and his delightfully narrow waist. Who knew this guitar nerd was hiding such a hot body?

You shifted closer, so that your thigh pressed against his.

“He said I should use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t reach.”

Anton gulped.

You leaned towards him, so your lips brushed his ear.

“He said I don’t put it in deep enough.”

A deep blush dusted Anton’s cheekbones.

“He said,” you pulled the blanket completely off Anton, exposing his toned legs in the grey sweatpants, “that the tip’s the most sensitive. That I need to swirl my tongue around it, if I want to make him come.”

Anton shifted uncomfortably in the couch.

“Was he right?” you asked.

“About what?” Anton’s voice was hoarse.

“Is the tip the most sensitive part?”

Anton scrambled onto his feet. He pulled his hand through his hair, eyes darting around.

“Y/n, this is crazy. I’m going to bed.”

Anton turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm and yanked him back with all your might.

He fell back against you with a thud. His body, solid and heavy, pressed into you deliciously.

“Don’t leave me alone tonight,” you sniffed.

Once Anton was sat back on the couch, you sank down onto the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the wooden floor with a smack.

You prised Anton’s legs apart and shuffled so that you were kneeling between them.

You rubbed your hands up and down his sweatpants, feeling the firm, warm muscle of his thighs beneath the soft material.

“Y/n, stop. You’re drunk, and I- I’ve never- I don’t-“

“Shh,” you said, cutting him off. ‘I don’t care if you’re a virgin. Let me suck you off, for practice.”

You pushed up his top, revealing a plane of dark, toned abs. Anton sucked in a breath, his stomach turning concave.

The sight of tight body made your mouth water. You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

Anton’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, we shouldn’t- this is wrong!” Anton’s voice came out in a squeak.

“If this is so wrong, then why are you hard right now?”

You and Anton both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his sweatpants. You reached forwards and rubbed your palm over it.

Anton groaned.

“Just let me do this,” you said.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and then pulled them all the way down his thighs. He hissed when your fingers brushed over his clothed cock.

His boxers were pale blue with little octopus cartoons all over them. Anton put his hand over his crotch, puffing out his cheeks.

“I didn’t expect anyone to see these… they were a gift from my mom.”

Anton looked at you through his lashes. His hand still hadn’t moved from his crotch.

“Don’t be shy now,” you said, swatting his hand away.

Then you pulled his boxers off too, making Anton squirm. You flung them off to the side, where they fell onto the coffee table with a soft thump.

Anton bit his lip. He was staring up at the ceiling, trying not to watch you sizing up his nakedness.

“I can’t believe this is happening… fuck,” Anton said, breathless.

You were surprised to see that Anton had a patch of wild dark hair at the base of his cock. Shotaro, the only other man you’d seen naked, was always completely shaved.

You could feel your panties growing wet at the thought of having him in your mouth.

“You’re big, Anton. Who would have guessed? Not like that tiny dick, Osaki.”

Anton’s cock was darker than the rest of him, and deep red at the tip. It was growing erect under your gaze.

“Wait, are you sure this is a good idea? You just broke up, and I really don’t think we-“

Ignoring his protests, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. It pulsed under your touch.

Anton was watching you intently now, his face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain.

You leaned down so that your lips were millimetres away from his cock. Tentatively, you poked out your tongue and licked a circle around the tip. He tasted salty, with a tang of something else too.

Slowly, you sank your mouth down around him.

Anton groaned. He slumped his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut in surrender.

You let your hands skate up the insides of his thighs, feeling him jolt as your fingers brushed over this sensitive skin.

“We should stop,” he moaned.

You released his cock from your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. His hips jerked forwards when you pulled off him, his body subconsciously following your lips.

“Are you sure, Anton? Because you seem to be enjoying it.”

Anton’s eyes shifted back and forth between your lips and his dick.

“Stop… wait, don’t stop. I- I don’t know!”

Anton was a mess. His hair stuck out in all angles from where he’d pulled his hands through it.

“Say it,” you hissed.

Anton let out a strangled half-grunt.

“Do it, Y/n, just-“

You put your mouth back on his cock, hearing him gasp.

You twisted your hands over the parts that your mouth couldn’t reach. You sucked him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw.

Anton’s fists were curled up into balls by his side. He mumbled a string of curses, too fast for you to make out the words.

“Fuck! Just like that!”

Anton’s cock twitched in your mouth. You felt his whole body tense in one frenzied moment.

Then, Anton’s hands were on your shoulders, shoving you off him. You felt a hot liquid splash against your lips and chin. But because you were half off his cock, most of his come splashed onto his own thighs and stomach. It pooled in the grooves of his abs.

Anton flopped back onto the couch, utterly spent. His softening dick lay on his stomach, covered in slick.

You dabbed the corner of your lip with your sleeve.

“Shotaro was wrong. I am good at this.”

The thought of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you. All those months wasted, all those times you cancelled on your friends to go over to his place, just to have him ignore you and play video games instead. It was like a dam burst inside you, and suddenly, you started to cry.

Anton slid down onto the floor beside you and curled one arm around your body.

“There, there,” he said, rubbing circles into your back.

You buried your head into his chest and let yourself be held in his strong arms.

When you were finally able to stop crying, you looked up at him. In the soft glow of the TV, Anton looked vulnerable, with a dazzling, child-like beauty.

“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow, drunk girl?” Anton said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You sniffed. “I’m not sure.”

Anton nodded, his face becoming serious. “Then I’ll just say it. I like you, Y/n, more than friends. I have for a while. This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go, but we’re here now.”

You gave him a small smile.

“Can you tell me that again in the morning?”

Anton kissed your forehead. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

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boy best friend

ft. lee anton

a/n; thank you for the many anons about anton ive expanded out of nct territory,, keep the asks comin

cw: cursingggg, reader likes em submissive🤣 she just like me, making out, mama as a pet name, smut — anton gets hard from kissing, p in v sex, him talking nasty asf, he kinda cries, very switch vibes from him

summary: having a boy best friend is so embarrassing

“you know i almost died last night, bro?”

absentmindedly tapping on his bowl of cereal, anton leaned forward against the counter of his kitchenette. his brows furrowed in confusion. “you what?”

“so, i was using the bathroom last night, right,”

“uh… huh.”

“and some random girl just walked in and flicked the light on.” you reached into anton’s fridge to get a bottle of water, “i thought you were getting robbed.”

anton almost choked on his cereal, “oh no, i’m sorry. i think i actually heard you both yell.”

“yeah, you need to fuckin’ warn me, man. don’t let me stay over and then have girls over. i got cussed out.”

anton tried to stifle his laugh — to absolutely no avail.

all you wanted to do was quietly use the bathroom and you decided to leave the light off to like… save energy. only to end up being scared out of your skin by one of anton’s late night companions.

“god, what the hell!” the girl jumped backwards, almost hitting her head on the doorframe as you reached to cover yourself. “who are you??”

you raised a brow. you knew who she could have been, but—

“girl, who are you?” you countered.

you knew damn well you should have kept your mouth shut, because you got called the fuck out. ‘well, anton didn’t say he had a girlfriend, are you his girlfriend? did i just wreck a home?’ uh.. no. ‘how come you weren’t here when we got back but you’re here now?’ uhh… ‘if you’re not his girl, and he has no roommates, why are you here in the middle of the night?’ … — deep down you knew you were the problem here.

unlike anton, you weren’t lucky enough to have parents who would pay for you to live in a nice little apartment for the entirety of college, so you lived with your two roommates; one of which was at the height of a lover’s quarrel with her partner. things had gotten so bad between them that the morning of this incident — or rather the morning before — seeing as it happened at around 2am, anton kindly agreed to let you come back to his place after you finished work, and spend the weekend there. and so, you weren’t there when anton and this poor girl got back to his apartment, because your shift ended about an hour after they had knocked each other out. you poor soul.

“why would you say that?” anton laughed at you, “you don’t live here.”

like you didn’t know that… asshole. you flopped down in one of the dining chairs, attempting to flip your half drank water bottle, at his kitchen table. and failing. “i just couldn’t stop myself from giving attitude. because, why are you trying to talk to me and i’m on the toilet… i needed her gone out the room.”

“well. she’s never gonna text me now.”

“no?” you rose a brow at him, “well, would you have responded?”

anton was notorious (within your two person friendship) for losing the numbers of girls that he slept with. that or somehow indirectly manifesting for them to lose his number, so he had no choice but to move on to the next. he didn’t see this as sleazy, fuckboy activity, however. he was simply just moving forwards through life. so in response to your question? anton just smiled back at you from where he was stood in the kitchenette. he didn’t know the answer. not for sure at least.

“you know she thought we were dating. she was so mad at you.”

his eyebrows shot up, “well, did you defend me?”

“i said i would never date you, and that i was visiting because of the thing with my roommate.” in a display of nonchalance, you pressed down on your baby hairs and just looked on at him.

“wow,” anton pushed up off the counter and took his bowl to the sink. “that’s sweet of you.”

“y’know.” you waited for him to turn back and face you. “if i was one of these girls, i would hate the both of us.”

“why?”

you looked towards the ceiling, as if to try and find the words to say. “well, i feel like i’m always here— like at your place. and we know almost everything about each other, i got a key to your house; we’re just, like, a little too close.”

“first of all, you’re not here enough—”

you shot him a glare and he threw his hands up in defence. “anton, do you not see the problem with that statement?”

anton pursed his lips in supposedly deep thought. “damn. i think you’ve been cockblocking me.”

the way your brain short-circuited hearing him say that— usually it was you cursing. never him. “you’ve been cockblocking yourself, toni.”

“no, but i’m being serious. the girl i brought home was not the first girl i talked to that night. that usually doesn’t happen.” anton came to sit by you at the table, putting a chair right next to yours but turning it the opposite direction so he could be facing you. subconsciously, you rest your feet on his thighs causing him to catch your ankles in his hands as you tried not to roll your eyes at possibly the most sleazy, frat boy coded statement you had ever heard.

“do you actually hear yourself sometimes? this is not the sweet toni i grew up with. you’re something else.”

“god, you’re right.” he laughed out. “i think all the attention is getting to my head.”

you leaned forward towards him, “oh, you think so?”

anton pushed your shoulder gently, “leave me alone, i’m coming to terms with it, i’m—“ he struggled to find the word, “i’m self-reflecting.”

and then he paused. “does our friendship get you any less romantic attention?”

“hmm.” you had to think about it. though anton claims not to be a fuckboy intentionally — or what you liked to call a ‘self-proclaimed pussy magnet’ — you knew yourself that you weren’t as… sexually outgoing (?) as anton. “no less than i had before, i guess. people that know you, know about our weird little friendship and then; you poor thing, you have to talk to two girls before you can get laid. but the people that know just me don’t necessarily know about our weird little friendship.”

“huh.”

“‘cause i’m not trying to be like one of those girls that tells everyone about, ‘my homeboy this, my homeboy that’ and then everyone assumes we’re fucking and i cant even defend myself.”

anton tried to ignore his face warming up, “no, yeah. hah, is that really a thing?” a thought was definitely being formed.

“yes, bro, even i cringe at it. i don’t wanna be that girl.”

“wait so, some of these guys, these friends, are actually like, sleeping with each other?” anton scratched the back of his neck, that was prickling with nerves.

“i mean, yeah, probably. the way they act.” you just laughed obliviously while anton’s mind started to fill up with ideas. like, say, if you were the kind of person who talked to others about your friendship with anton. would people think you’re so close that you might as well just.. be with each other? would people accuse you of sleeping together or dating even if you weren’t?

“yo, imagine if that was us…”

your head jolted in his direction and pure confusion painted your features in an incredulous expression, “anton, can you not… oh my god.”

his head dropped in laughter. as well as defeat.

but you missed that, so you continued. “no, that would be horrible. why would you even put that in my head?”

“so, i’m actually right here.” anton waved his hand at you and you laughed.

“no, no,” rushing to defend yourself, “not in a mean way, i just. i wouldn’t like the attention from people and, yeah, no. i don’t know.”

“yeah, okay. i get that.”

“why do you ask anyway? what would you think if it was us?” you prodded back. you would never let him ask such a stressful question without getting him back. you needed to get even.

“oh.” anton was starting to think he should have never tried it with you. however. you getting that nervous from his initial asking the question gave him a slither of confidence. “i mean. i think that it would be interesting. it’d be kinda cool to see if we could get to know each other any more than we already do.”

“in what sense?”

“like sex stuff.” anton’s voice was soft and quiet. “like what you’re into, stuff like that.”

“wouldn’t you like to know, chanyoung.”

he smiled at you, squinting in acknowledgement of your teasing “i would. tell me something.”

you gave it some thought before replying, “are you serious?”

he replied, “are you?”

you weren’t entirely sure what that meant, but you took at as a case of ‘i am if you are, and if you’re not, neither am i.’

“okay, anton. it’s 9 in the morning, but uh.. i like a submissive man.”

the tips of anton’s ears grew hot. “oh, wow. tell me more.”

you laughed in his face. because no way these are the lines he uses when he’s picking up girls every other night. this was going to be the most embarrassing conversation you had ever had. like, ever. you crossed your legs over each other, still over anton’s thighs.

“there’s nothing more to that statement really. your turn.”

“i like… kissing. but not just kissing like.. kissing.” he dragged the word out a little, really putting umph on it like you were gonna know exactly what he was talking about. you were so annoyed.

“be so for real for a second.”

“what?!”

you sighed. “no, cause i really got a lot from that, thank you. now, i wish i’d kept quiet.”

“what, no! i’m just bad at explaining things.” you tried to retract your legs from anton’s and he grabbed your calf in attempts to stop you from curling in on yourself out of pure embarrassment.

you covered your face. “yeah, really bad.”

“listen, i could show you better than i can tell you.”

“i bet you could, toni, but that’s not gonna turn back time.” you immediately shot him down. before you realised. “wait okay, show me.

“oh, i didn’t think you’d agree. i thought the idea of getting intimate with me was horrible?”

“i mean that’s if people are aware of it and like… try to talk to me about it at school.

right now, nobody knows. so i guess it’s less horrible.”

“alright, c’mere.” anton held out his hand for you to lean into, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. gently pecking your lips a couple times before ghosting the time of his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. he ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before pulling away just slightly to whisper, “can you open up a little?”

you furrowed your brows up at him and he took that as confusion, laughing a little “i wanna put my tongue there.”

you parted your lips a little and he kissed you with tongue, making the both of you sigh quietly. with each movement of his jaw and of his lips against yours, his tongue made contact with yours and it triggered a build of warmth in your lower abdomen. each time his tongue licked into your mouth, it pulled a whine out of the back of your throat. your hands rose up into his hair and you breathing started to quicken. at this point, even though you were feeling significantly warmer than you did a few seconds ago, you still didn’t realise what made this any different from ‘regular’ kissing. you figured anton was just being dramatic. that was until he sucked your tongue into his mouth along with your bottom lip. this made you straight up moan — you had to pull away.

“holy shit, anton.”

anton wiped the saliva off of his plush lips with his thumb. “see it’s like kissing but it’s kissing.”

“what the hell.” you huffed out in a deep exhale, twisting a curl around one of your fingers. you didn’t even know what to do with yourself after that.

anton tried to stop his eyes from dropping down to your heaving chest in the tight baby tee you were wearing as pajamas. he wanted to remain composed after putting the moves on you; maintain his shy, yet simultaneously confident demeanour. and then he remembered what you mentioned earlier. anton softened his voice ever so slightly. —if that was even possible.

“you know, you’re a really good kisser.” he held eye contact with you and the delivery of his sentence immediately made you wet.

“um, thank you.”

anton leaned closer to you, keeping his voice hushed despite the fact that you were the only two people in the apartment. “i didn’t expect it too, but kissing you made me really hard.”

“shit, really?” you were overwhelmed. you had just been kissed breathless by your best friend and now he was laying his truths all out on the table.

“i know you feel a type of way about it, but… i wanna fuck you."

“anton…”

“please,” you felt his thumbs rub you from both sides of your hips that he was now holding in his hands. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth that made your eyes flutter closed. “i know it would feel so good.”

“toni, when you ask me like that—“

“you like that?” anton practically purred before attaching his soft lips to the curve of your neck. his hand slid down the front of your pajama pants to start rubbing you over your panties at a torturingly slow pace. “when i beg you like that? i know you do, you’re soaked.”

“fuck, toni…” you grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, lifting one of your knees higher to grant him a better angle at rubbing those tight circles over your bundle of nerves.

“hey, look at me.” he rubbed your clit faster, “can i make you cum before i fuck this pussy? huh? please?”

you could only lean back and moan in response.

“come on you gotta tell me. can i please?”

“mm-hm. yes, yes, baby.”

you dug your nails into his bicep and he groaned. “can i get i kiss, too?”

in a low whine, you pressed your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you started getting closer to orgasm.

“yeah, moan for me just like that, baby. that’s so fucking hot. you gonna cum for me?”

you nodded at him and he continued with the same relentless pace of his fingers against your clothes clit until your hips started to shake with your orgasm.

“fuck, you’re so sexy when you cum for me. you gonna let me fuck you, mama?”

you were breathless in shock. in all your years of being friends with this anton, he had never talked so nasty.

anton swiftly lifted you onto the table and yanked your pajama pants down with your panties. with big, soft hands, he kneaded your thighs, “you’re dripping in front of me.”

“well, i just came.”

this made anton laugh, “well, i’m gonna make you cum again. ‘kay?”

you nodded as he pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts and started to jerk himself off, rubbing his tip against your slit. you went to hold onto his back with one hand and he took this as a sign that you were ready for him. pushing into you slowly, he muffled his own moan against your lips.

somehow, after only just put his dick in you, he was already a mess. “mmh, fuck you feel good. you feel so good around me.”

anton’s arms wrapped under your thighs, and started bringing your hips to meet his faster.

“fuck, toni, right there!”

he moaned into a sloppy kiss to your lips, “mm, right there? ‘m i hitting it right?”

“yes, keep going. you’re doing so good..”

anton didn’t change his position, only moving one of his hands to start rubbing your clit again. “fuck, keep talking to me like that.”

you held his neck to pull him closer to you, “you’re so good. and you look so pretty when you’re fucking me.”

all of your praise was going straight to anton’s dick. he was visibly finding it increasingly harder to keep himself together. he leaned forward to get closer to you, grinding his hips into yours. peppering kisses

“ah- uhm, i wanna cum. wanna cum for you.” anton’s voice was barely above a whisper as he rambled against your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth to mumble his pathetic sounds. although, to no avail, he was still mumbling to you, teeth grazing the skin.

“you can cum toni, i’m close too.”

“you gotta cum first, baby,” what a gentleman. “if you cum first that’s gonna make me c-cum.” anton whined flicking his tongue against one of your nipples as if to punctuate, “ugh, please.”

maybe about 30 more seconds of anton’s desperate whimpering pushed you over the edge. and you didn’t want to dwell to much on why this was, but it was surely one of the most pleasurable orgasms you had ever had. and the irregular clenching of your pussy around his dick was the final completely it for him. he pulled out of you cautiously and instead of jerking himself to completion all over your naked body, he was reduced to grinding against your wet pussy, panting and sighing until his own orgasm washed over him.

“shit, anton are you crying?” you cradled his face, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb. he couldn’t even reply — he was inside of you, but you fucked the shit out of him.

“i’m a fuckin’ mess. i think we might have some built up tension or something.” anton got up from where he was leant against your chest. he pulled his shorts up and flopped down into a dining chair, dropping his head down onto one of your thighs where your legs were hanging off the table.

you shifted from your position of sitting up on your elbows to laying your back flat on the kitchen table. “don’t even say that.”

“okay.”

the two of you sat in your silence. it was comfortable silence for you, you hoped it was for him too.

without moving from where he was laid on your thigh, anton’s hand tapped against your leg to grab your attention. “so was that horrible for you, or?”

you could only laugh. “shut the fuck up, anton.”

a/n; *cracks my knuckles*

[biellescouts]

a/n; he’s boyfriend af…🤤 ok so someone in my asks requested me to write fwb!anton and baby i tried and accidentally wrote fluffy ex!anton oops😓 i will try again don’t worry !

cw: on & off relationship but it’s not toxic !

summary: exaggerating your minor sickness to get the attention of your sweet ex 👀 !

so imagine if dating anton is your ex but you broke up on super interesting terms like. it wasn’t just a mutual falling out of love or whatever. it was messy and mean BUT. you never actually did fall out of love. either of you… *evil laugh*

so ur at home and ur like minorly sick like, not very sick at all.

like yk when u get sick rly bad, it goes away and then it comes back but not half as bad and for a shorter time? no? well now you do! that’s the state ur in rn.

and u don’t need a hot water bottle or help from your friends, you need tonicetamol. that’s the only thing that can heal you.

so you text him and ur all inconspicuous like ‘hey can i ask you something?’ mind u it’s been no contact for about 3 months. but alas… he replies in 3 MINUTES. drool. but anyway yeah, he’s like ‘what’s up?’ equally as nonchalant even though behind the screen his hearts beating all fast and he’s super nervous

so you hit him like ‘do you remember that place with the really nice chicken soup? that you got me when i had the flu.’ cs he like got you some really nice soup when you had the flu… because he loved you.. 😭( and still does stay with me now ).

he’s like ‘are you sick?’ and he wanted to add baby to the end of that sentence so bad, he’s a creature of habit. but he also knows damn well.

you dramatise the hell out of your little cold;

‘yea i’ve been bedridden all day lmao’

‘just need something to make me feel a little better and that’s the one i’m craving rn’

double texting him?? nonchalance obviously flew out the window.

‘ya, i remember the one’

so he looks over your texts and he’s about to send you a google maps link, the location of this niche little spot that he managed to find the best chicken soup anyone had ever had but before he can make such a blunt and stupid decision, he gets an idea.

‘want me to grab it n bring it over?’

you beam at your phone. wow, so kind. you didn’t even want him to come over. you just wanted him to text you the name of the place so you could get out of your comfortable position in bed and go and spend money on something you could easily attempt to make at home.

you respond ‘if you don’t mind, thank u tonii’ — you knew you were dead wrong using that nickname on him. in a half hour, he’s at your door, with a bag of food. TWO containers of chicken soup… mm… yeah.

and god, i have no idea how this happened but you and toni ended up wrapped up in the same blanket cus there’s only one weighted blanket but you both wanted it…

and i don’t know how it happended but you ended up sharing one bowl of soup because anton wanted soup too but he realised he wasn’t hungry enough to have a full serving…

and— how did this happen? you fell asleep on him watching tv because you have a cold that just makes you so sleepy at all times. gosh.

and the next day after anton goes home, your friends r on your ass about it because this is the second time you and anton have had a weird little reunion and it certainly won’t be the last.

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a/n; i think i’m going through a phase ngl. also,, anton ⬂

[prvtdpatient]

I really love the idea of Anton being perceived as innocent by literally everyone and your the only one who knows what he’s truly like.

He’s so sweet and kind until you’re all alone with him looking down at you in his bedroom.

If someone were to really pay attention to the way the two of you act you’d be able to spot it. They way he looks at you when you get a little to close to one of the other members. The way his fingers linger near your lips when he’s wiping food for you.

No one knows how mean he can get :(

How he edges you for hours, how he makes you beg and whine while looking him in the eyes cause he knows you’re embarrassed. He won’t even look at you unless you use your words and ask him for what you want. Even after you ask he’ll make you do all the work. He’ll watch as you try to satisfy yourself on his thigh, and right as you feel tour stomach get tight he makes you stop and do it all over again.

But he’s really sweet bf I promise!