you glare at him, leg bouncing impatiently under the table as watch him. your eyes follow the golden wave as it brushes across his forehead with the smallest shake of his head. you feel irritation bubbling inside your chest as he ignores how his blonde curls have fallen out of place. he continues to scan the pages of a novel.
oh, park wonbin… so pretty. the thought floats around your brain as your finger twitches as if aching to touch. to caress the silky waves.
instead, you sneer as your hand shoots out and your fingers tangle through the golden curls, far from gentle. “you look fucking ridiculous.”
a hiss spills from his pout before milky, slender fingers fly to rest atop your hand as you hold a tight grip on his locks. his touch is gentle despite the throbbing pain rushing through his scalp.
his touch is so gentle… his skin so soft…
wonbin sends you a look through his thick, dark lashes, the intensity almost resembling a defiant glare. his lean digits curl around your hand, attempting to gently pull your hold away. “let go.”
you tilt your head slightly, eyes hardening as you tighten your grip, “oh? look at you acting so tough.” you yank his hair again, forcing his head closer. his ribs press against the edge of the table as he’s forced to lean in to relieve some pressure from his scalp. “what, I sucked you off one time and you think you’re a big man?”
the incident had surprised both of you. the way you’d sunk down on your knees before him, sputtering the same insults as always as you rubbed your nose over the front of his pants were his cock began to swell. his fists clenched tightly at his sides as you pulled his pants down to his knees. the stretch of your glossy lips as you took his tip into your mouth…
how sweet he tasted… how heavy he felt on your tongue…
a blush blooms across his cheeks instantly as he holds his breath for a moment. he then lets out a puff of air, his voice unsteady. “no. m’not a… big man.”
“I know you’re not. you were whining like a little boy when I had you down my throat.” you watch his blush spread to the tips of his ears and the button of his nose. “you remember, don’t you?”
he nods as much as your grip allows, his breathing growing slightly ragged. “yes.”
good boy…
the corners of your lips twitch, pleased that he’d spoken a word as opposed to the hums he usually gave when in positions like this. you push, “what do you remember?”
he swallows thickly, his gaze flickering around the room as his blush creeps down his neck, flustered and aroused. “y-you had my… my… my… had me in your mouth.”
he’s such a sweet thing, you think. afraid to even speak the words of the debauchery you’d inflicted on him.
you finally let him go with a shove of his head as a mocking laugh. he looks down and holds his head, biting on his lip and blinking his big eyes at the humiliation. he knows why you’re laughing. the only reason you hadn’t let him finish was because he couldn’t bring himself to ask. his tongue twisted around every word whenever he tried. his moans and pants cutting through his every attempt to beg you to let him cum.
your gaze remains on him as he releases a few calming breaths. he raises his head, still burning bright, and picks up his novel again. he blinks rapidly at the pages and you’re unsure if it’s from the effort of holding back tears or arousal. but with the fluttering in your belly, you’re not sure you want to find out.
rating: 18+. mdni.
pairing: lee anton x reader
word count: 2.8k
trigger warnings: noncon, choking
smut warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink
warning: my tags are not exhaustive. proceed at your own discretion.
note: i don't usually write long fics so feedback and comments are appreciated and encouraged!
you send a grin over your shoulder, slowing to a light jog as you hear his powerful steps echoing through the barren corridor. you turn around, your back hitting the railing at the foot of a staircase as you watch the man jogging after you. the fluorescent lights flicker as anton takes the final steps towards you, casting shadows across his face that make your skin crawl. he heaves a heavy sigh as he stops, planting both hands on his knees and sending you a lighthearted glare.
you lean in cheekily, "what? you wanted to meet. you never said when or how." you lean away again and pull the front of your sweater to draw in some of the stale air in the empty corridor. to cool you down or simply busy your hands, you're not entirely sure. "you also didn't say why, which is the more pressing matter. so. go on. what was important enough that you interrupted my friday night?"
anton sighs once again, this one seeming to stem more from exasperation than exhaustion. he swivels his head in your direction, his chin pointed upwards, eliminating the menacing shadows and making him appear to be the same soft and gentle boy he always was. "you have no ideas? not an inkling as to why i wanted to see my ex-girlfriend?" before you can give him the snarky comment he knew was on the tip of your tongue, he continued, "from the breakup i did not want nor consent to, by the way."
you stay silent for a long second, dreading the conversation he clearly wanted to have. you blink and look away from him. "you want your book back? i haven't quite finished it."
he responds as soon as the last word left your lips, too kind to outright interrupt you. "you know that's not what i'm talking about."
you stay quiet again, taking a breath as you sit on the steps. "i don't know what else would warrant a conversation, is all."
anton stands straight now, his gaze pointed down at you. you look back at him, your eyes softer as his appear to grow more and more irritated with each word you speak. "nothing?"
"no."
"don't act like that. you know what i want to talk about," he says, arms crossing over his chest. his biceps flex due to the action, and your eyes follow the movement. he isn't wearing a jacket, and you feel a slight twinge of guilt as goosebumps begin to bloom across his forearms. you had refused to let him into your apartment to talk like he suggested, going as far as blocking his attempts to walk in with your body. he had eventually relented and followed you here, sporting a pair of sweatpants and a thin t-shirt.
you sigh, taking an anxious nibble at the inside of your cheek. "i just don't think talking about it is a good idea."
"why not?" he presses, voice still soft and level. "you could give me an explanation. i deserve one. did i do something wrong? it... this... came out of nowhere."
it didn't. not really, anyway. you had been wanting to end it for weeks before you mustered up the courage to have the conversation. at a glance, anton was virtually perfect. he was kind, sweet, attractive, loyal, and good in bed. but he was younger than you. immature in ways that irked you. his busy schedule often left him unavailable, as a university senior usually was. he was often tired and short-tempered, and while his voice never rose, his words still stung. he failed to communicate his feelings, brushing you off when you attempted to get through to him. and, in all honesty, you had simply lost feelings and had given up trying to rationalize your newfound disinterest for the boy who looked at you like you were his entire world. such is life, you told yourself.
"you didn't do anything," you mutter, the lightness in your tone shifting to stiff seriousness. "i just thought it would be best if-"
the younger man cut you off, "well, i don't think that. you didn't ask me."
you blink, eyes glued to him as you process the uncharacteristic behavior. the sharpness in his tone and the fact that he hadn't allowed you to finish your statement. the way that his eyes gleamed with hostility as he watched you.
"i knew what you would say."
anton scoffs, tightening his crossed arms. you pull the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your hands, trying to busy yourself as you wait for him to speak. he doesn't for a long while but as you lick your drying lips to prepare to speak, he beats you to it.
"then why did you do it?"
"we weren't a good fit, anton," you say bluntly. "i thought it would be best to end it, so i did. that's all there is to it."
his brows cinch as he once again assesses you. he uncrosses his arms and approaches you, stopping when he's standing above you. you stare up at him, still seated on the step, your knees level with your chest. he looks large from this angle. the fluorescents casting the menacing shadows they had earlier, only now his eyes appeared even darker.
you watch each other in silence for a beat.
"we could've talked about it," he says.
"you don't talk." you sigh, looking away. "you don't talk. you run away. you pout and sulk and mope around. you would've made me feel guilty."
"you should feel guilty," he murmurs. he bends down just a tad, "really guilty. do you know how much i did for you?"
"yes. and i did lots for you too. as a partner should."
anton lets out a mocking scoff, the sound making your brows twitch in surprise. "you did things for me?"
you bristle, defensive as you gaze up at him, "yes. i did. i was essentially your caretaker, anton."
he bends a little more, "my caretaker? please."
"i was." you lean back, creating more distance. your mouth moves before you can stop it. "you're an immature boy. i don't know how you survived without me. i reminded you to do your homework. i cleaned your apartment--the one you have no business having, by the way. you can hardly take care of yourself, let alone your home. i did your laundry half the time. i-" you huff, "you know what, it doesn't matter. my point is, you're just a boy."
anton's jaw tenses and he leans in closer, planting his knees on either side of your thighs as he encroaches upon you. you can feel his heat as he takes his position above you. you lean even further away, stopping when your back presses against the lip of the stair above you.
"i'm just a boy?" his tone is soft and light, a whisper in your ear that used to soothe you and make your cheeks heat.
you don't say anything.
he leans in even more, stopping when his nose brushes yours. he sighs deeply, the puff of hot breath warming your face. he rubs the tip of his nose against yours once, the action almost tender. "i'm not a boy."
you crane your neck to the side to create distance. "get off me."
anton doesn't. instead, his hand trails up the outside of your thigh, caressing the flesh there. you swat his touch away and he sighs again as his head falls to rest on your shoulder. he inhales deeply, nose nudging your pulse point. "no."
his hand returns to your thigh, slipping between them to grope the plush flesh, his touch just short of your core. "i can smell you. you still want me."
you blush faintly, "it's a normal bodily reaction to an attractive male touching me. it doesn't mean i want you."
your words hit a nerve, his grip tightening. your leg twitches, an involuntary attempt to escape. "you always wanted me. insatiable little thing," he murmurs, his tongue flicking across your throat.
his silky hair brushes your cheek as he turn to look at you, his eyes meeting yours through a light curtain of his bangs. he presses a kiss to your shoulder before looking at you again. "let me make you feel good," he mutters.
you shake your head lightly. "no, i... no."
you lightly touch his shoulder, ready to push him away before he lets out a groan, leaning in to the touch. "please, touch me." anton begins to mouth at your jaw, "touch me..."
your hand lingers there for a moment, stunned. his hand slides up and down the inside of your thigh, causing your core to throb involuntarily. you push him a little firmer, clamping your thighs together. he ignores you, forcing his hand between your legs, sliding a finger up and down the covered the warmth of your core.
you shove again, pulling your hips back but you're unable to get far, "i said stop. get off."
anton shushes you, laying three fingers flat against your cunt, rubbing firm circles over your clothed clit. you gasp, your thighs twitching, aching to open despite yourself. sensing your internal struggle, he rubs faster and sucks the sensitive skin behind your ear. he takes the lobe between his teeth before mumbling, "relax."
you shift your shoulder, "no, i-"
you're cut off as his lips find yours. his eagerness is apparent as he kisses you, a soft moan escaping his lips. you turn your head in an attempt to disconnect your mouths, but his hand finds the nape of your neck, holding you still. his fingers rub you insistently, and a whine is forced from you at the sensation.
his tongue licks the inside of your mouth, savoring you hungrily. sighs leave his lips as he continues, his hand finding its way down the front of your pants. you jolt at the touch, his icy fingers coming in direct contact with your heated vulva. he moans loudly as his digits glide easily against you, coated in your sticky slick. you trash a little harder to no avail.
his touch is familiar, touching you just right as if he has your body memorized. your mind races, clouded by unwanted lust. panic settles into your hazy mind as his hips slide against your calf, his bulge firm and throbbing. he moans as he sucks at your tongue.
you thrash even harder, managing to disconnect your lips. "get the fuck off me!" your words bounce off the walls, echoing through the corridor. anton pauses for a second, "sh... s'okay. feel how wet you are? god, you're so perfect... let me make you cum... please..."
you squirm, "no, i-"
"baby, relax," he murmurs, mouthing at your jaw as his hand slithers from the back of your neck to the front, curling around it tightly.
you shake your head, your breathing taking a little more effort, "stop it, anton. you can't do this."
he ignores you again, laying wet kisses across your face as his fingers start to probe at your fluttering hole, "you're so ready for me... your sweet little pussy wants me," the tip of his finger enters you, and you let out a small mewl, "listen to how sweet you sound... crying out for me."
his hand around your throat squeezes a little as his finger pushes in all the way. you gasp, your back arching. his lips hover over yours, sliding against your parted pout as he starts to finger you. "i'll make you feel good. so good. you know you want this... want me. let me have you... let me fuck your sweet little cunt just the way you like. like a man..."
you swallow thickly, struggling with the pressure around your neck. his lips capture yours again as he pushes in a second finger, his hips rutting against your calf in time with his movements. "take me back," he murmurs against your mouth. "we were so happy, you and me. you were happy, right? so eager all the time... remember?"
you do. but the way he touches you now makes your stomach turn unpleasantly alongside the familiar tingling of unwanted arousal. "no," you manage to croak out.
he seems to ignore your words, laying a wet kiss on your lips as he humps your leg. "yes, you do. your little hole is squeezing my fingers so tight. god, i want to feel your stretch around my cock again... feel you beg me to fill your womb. you wouldn't ask that of anything short of a man, would you?"
his tight grip around your neck keeps you from speaking, his weight keeping your body in place but you squirm anyway. "you think you're too grown? hm? i can show you how mature i am. i can fill you up and make you a mommy? do you want that, baby?"
his hips stutter, his own words making him ache even more. he extracts his fingers, hooking them to your waistband and pulling. his hand stays firm on your neck as he yanks your jeans to your knees. you begin to panic, let out a croak as he pushes your knees to your chest, pulling your sticky underwear away from your cunt. you shiver as the cold air blows against the area.
you attempt to lower your legs when his body lays atop yours, his toned stomach pressed against the back of your thighs as his clothed cock presses against your pussy. your knees are held together by your jeans, making it hard for you to kick your legs as panic begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. you push at his shoulders, the restraint of your legs and the pressure of his palm against your throat making your heart race.
"stop," you gasp out, swatting weakly at his chest.
anton ignores you, reaching to yank his sweats down past his ass. he doesn't waste his time pulling them down even further, taking his leaking cock and rubbing it against the puffy lips of your pussy. you shake your head violently, squirming with all the energy you could muster.
he holds you down easily, his tip pushing past your hole. he lets out a guttural groan, "fuck... fuck, i missed this tight little hole. fits around me just right. you like it, don't you?" he squeezes your neck tighter, giving your head a shake, "don't you?"
you shake your head, tears pricking your eyes as he sinks in deeper. his pelvis meets yours, his cock buried inside you. "shit, you're perfect. i'm gonna fuck you so hard... so deep... just how you like it. you'll see," he pauses, taking a deep breath as he thrusts, "you'll see how good we are together. how grown i can be."
your waterline overflows with tears, streaming down your face rapidly as he starts to rut into you. what would normally make you moan and writhe makes you feel sick to your stomach as you struggle to breathe, each draw of air painful. you hit his chest weakly as you start to feel lightheaded.
his groans as he humps into you rapidly, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth, his free hand groping your chest through your sweater. "can't wait until these start to swell," he mumbles against your lips. "watch them fill with milk to feed the baby i'll put in you. and you'd like it, wouldn't you?"
anton kisses your cheek, "sweet girl... you like that, don't you? always wanted me to say i was going to fill you with my baby. this time i will, hm? make you mine completely when my seed starts to grow in your tummy. we're going to be so happy."
you muster out a sob as you blink slowly, heavily, as you keep yourself awake. "we'll make a great pair, just like we always have. mommy and daddy... i'll take such good care of you."
he ruts eagerly, "just another year and i'll be out of school. i'll get a nice job and take good care of you and our baby. it'll be so nice, right?"
your tears fall insistently. the saltiness of them slipping into his mouth as he kisses you. he moans at the taste. "it'll be hard at first, i know. but it'll get easier eventually. we'll make it work. won't we? i'll be a good daddy and you'll be a perfect mommy, hm?"
anton's breath halts for a second, deep groans coming one after the other, signaling his nearing climax. he presses his forehead against yours as his hips speed up a little more, bringing himself to the edge. his last thrust is rougher than the others as his hips glue themselves to yours, his balls flush to your ass, his tip pressing against your cervix as he floods you. "there we go," he breathes. "that's it... let it take."
when his hand releases your neck, the first thing to come out is a soft and broken whimper as you try to regain strength. anton rubs his nose against yours. "sh, don't cry. don't... let's get you home. we can talk more there, alright?"
“oh… oh, come on…” wonbin pants into your ear, his face nuzzled into the back of your neck as he inhales your scent—your fear—deeply. “don’t cry… you said you wanted ice cream, so I got you your… fuck… your fucking ice cream.”
the breath is knocked from your lungs at a particularly harsh thrust, pushing out a small stream of sugary drool that had collected on your tongue. the sticky string dribbles down the corner of your lips before pooling on the rug below your jerking body. your stare is fixed on your outstretched hand, your fist clutched around a soggy cake cone that no longer held its shape, nothing more than mush between your fingers but you hold it tight. your fingers are coated in vanilla ice cream, most of the sticky treat drying over your knuckles but an occasional drop runs down your hand that you can’t help but stare at when your weepy eyes allow.
you sniffle weakly, drawing up the snot that pushed against the rim of your nose as your tears continued to silently drip from your eyes. you blink once, the layer of water that had begun to obstruct your view of your melted ice cream wiped away. another bead of cream trails down your knuckles.
“I t-told you not to spend your allowance all at once, idiot.” wonbin groans, his cock continuously bullying its way into you, spreading your thighs further apart and causing the elastic of your underwear to create ugly indentations into your thigh because he hadn’t bothered to take them off this time either. you can only hope they won’t bruise this time. it’s far too warm to wear jeans.
despite your focus on the crush cone in your hands, you can still feel every vein, every twitch and jerk of his cock. every ripple of your ass as his slim hips slap against it, his eager body rutting into you with fervor you can never relate to. you just wanted it to be over. it wasn’t even worth the ice cream this time. wonbin usually waits until after you’ve finished it and a satisfied look graces your face as you naively believe that he won’t rape you that time. but he always does. you just wish he’d told you to put it in the freezer first.
anton doesn’t sense the fear and urgency chilling your bones to the point where you all but sweat yourself.
you wish he would. but he doesn’t. and if he does, he doesn’t comment on it. as if even he knows better than to go against your boyfriend.
if you can even call him that. sungchan is not your boyfriend. that is what he tells the world, but if it was up to you, you would not be forcing a smile as you stand to his side with his arm draped over your shoulders as he looks at you almost affectionately.
almost.
but anton does notice the red mark on sungchan’s forearm as it dangles over you. when asked about it, sungchan responds, “oh, it’s nothing. i was exercising too hard.”
you almost bristle in anger at the lie, but the memory of what really happened flickers in your head and you stiffen in something much closer to fear. though only for a fraction of a second, because you dread what will happen if one of sungchan’s friends become suspicious.
they can never know the truth, even if it haunts you. even if your body still aches with the memory. sungchan’s weight on top of you, ignoring your defiance, the way you told him you didn’t want it and begged him to spare you just this once.
he didn’t. you are starting to think that remorse is something jung sungchan is simply not capable of.
“can you at least slow down?” you choked out, aching for mercy.
your eyes were misty, a bright glare in them from the shiny, hot tears that burn your eyes routinely. it was too much for you; it always is. the constant, creaking motion of the weary bed beneath you was a testament to the vigor of which he pounded into you, as if he was using every bit of his strength simply because he could.
you wouldn’t have been surprised. sungchan is flashy like that. it’s there in the way he flaunts his bulging arms and toned abs online after working out, the way he drives his obnoxiously loud, fast cars, the way he only sports the most extravagant clothes, and in the way he always shows you off.
sungchan ignored your cries, having gotten used to tuning them out. it was like second nature to him. “take it,” he hissed, big hands clamping down onto your thighs with enough force to bruise your already sore skin as he kept them spread.
you whimpered, legs pushed beyond what was comfortable, but you knew better than to move. you clung to his forearms, not to draw him closer, but to desperately attempt to anchor yourself. holding him tight, your fingers scraped his skin, making his face twist in a wince.
“god, you bitch,” sungchan snapped, jerking his hand away from your thigh and repositioning it around your throat. he watched your eyes widen, your fingers flying up to meet his. “you’ll have to be dead to stay fucking still for me, is that it?”
your body went rigid for a moment. your heart was hammering. shaking your head the best you could, you tried to whisper a weak, “no,” but the sound came out as a faint squeak with the same quietness as a broken toy. your throat bobbed as you tried to breathe, hands uselessly prying at the ones around your neck.
but his grip didn’t slack. instead, you noticed his fingers clamping down onto your windpipe, sucking the life out of you like a noose. sungchan stared into your eyes silently as he pushed you further and further, forcing the breath out of you second by second, and for a moment you were convinced he would actually do it.
maybe sungchan was, too. the intensity of his eyes locked on yours, no soul in them, no empathy, was more paralyzing than his grip on its own. but ultimately, he slackened his hold, tugging at your hair, and leaned low as he threatened, “then, you better fucking listen.”
the feeling of sungchan’s hand slipping down to your waist jolts you out of the cold memory.
you fidget with the black turtleneck you’re sporting as you force yourself to lean closer into sungchan’s side and throw anton a forced smile as you reply, “yeah, you know how he gets. always on grind mode when he hits the gym.”
because in spite of what sungchan does to you now, if anyone ever finds out about who he is when the two of you are alone, he will be a billion times worse.
jake ver posted on my enhypen acc @/ireverie. i’m not plagiarizing myself guys…
arm curled around your waist, seunghan flips up the light switch in your apartment with his free hand and watchs the bright, warm colors suspend over the darkness. he’s been here before, he was here yesterday, and it looks the same as it did when he last came over. pink blankets draping over the couch, fluffy, white pillows between the seats, and your laptop on the coffee table with cute stickers on its lid.
“c’mon, baby,” he coos, gently tugging you towards the hallway he’s at least familiar enough with to know where your bedroom is.
you are leaning into his side, hands gripping onto his waist for dear life as he both supports and steers you. seunghan chuckles, giving your head a sweet pat before he pulls you into your room, turns on the light, and sits you on the bed.
your clothes are scattered everywhere, messily thrown about here and there in what seunghan can only comprehend as the aftermath of you picking out your outfit for tonight. glancing you over, the same way he had done at the club only half an hour ago, he appreciates the effort. you look too cute, boobs sitting perfectly in your shirt and your tiny skirt leaving little to his own twisted mind.
seunghan shakes his head in mock disapproval, glancing down at you. “now, what are we going to do about this mess, baby?” he asks, blowing the hair out of his face so he can see you better.
you glimpse around your room, frowning. you hadn’t thought about what you would have to deal with when you came back from hanging out, and you were much too tired to clean it up now. “dunno...”
seunghan snickers. everything about you is endearing to him, especially the sight of you so obviously sleepy. “it’s okay, baby,” he whispers. “don’t worry about it. we’ll fix it tomorrow, how does that sound?”
nodding your head, you notice it starting to droop to the side a little as exhaustion weighs down your body. “hanni, i’m sleepy,” you murmur, scratching behind your ear.
“i know,” he says, giving you one last long look in your outfit before he starts to tug your shirt over your head. “let’s get you in something more comfortable first, yeah?”
you nod your head again, raising your arms up for all of two seconds, and seunghan chuckles when he sees you drop your hands on your head and lower the side of it onto the edge of your right shoulder. your lips are jutting out and your eyes are fluttering.
seunghan pulls the shirt above your head and tosses it aside, marveling at the white, lacy bra strapping around your chest and back before he shifts his attention over to your skirt. he makes you lift your hips so that he can slide it off you with ease and watches you drop like it took all your energy to sit up straight.
no jammies, only your bra and panties. yes, you sleep like that often, seunghan notes.
“thank you for taking care of me,” you mumble, feeling a pinch bit guilty. you didn’t mean to get so drunk. “when i wake up, i’ll make you something like i did when you last came over. how long ago was that? a month? you should visit me more often.”
seunghan hums innocently, liking the sound of that. he licks his lips in remembrance. he always gets such sweet treats when he comes here. “you’re right.” he nods his head. “i should.”
content: stepcest, slight wonbin x anton, mentioned wonbin x reader
anton swallows a moan, blowing a breath through his puckered lips that is too loud for comfort. it leaves anton wondering if wonbin knows.
the wall between your bedroom and anton’s is thin. it’s something he’s constantly reminded of when he hears anything from hushed whispers to the repeated sounds of your bed colliding with the wall as wonbin moans and fucks you roughly.
anton has never fucked you but sometimes he imagines it when he manages to stroke his own cock and orgasms without interference from you which is—fortunately for him—not very often.
you constantly slip inside anton’s bedroom, yanking his pants down to ankles as soon as he’s within reach. your lips instantly wrap around his cock, your face instantly shifting to one of satisfaction as you suck eagerly. anton had surmised that you’re quite fond of having your mouth full, soothed by the heavy weight on your tongue and the stretch of your lips to accommodate his girth.
sometimes anton wonders if wonbin just doesn’t like it. that thought baffles anton, though. you’re skilled with your mouth, leaving anton breathless each time you wrap your lips around him, suckling and licking and drooling all over him.
that aside, anton is confused. if wonbin knows like anton suspects he does, why doesn’t he have a problem with any of this? why doesn’t he care that his girlfriend slips into her stepbrothers bedroom to suck him off every night, swallowing every drop of cum that spurts from his heavy head? does he not care about the musky taste of his cum when he kisses you?
anton can’t help but think about that, too. maybe wonbin doesn’t care. maybe he likes it. that thought makes anton queasy. he doesn’t like boys. at least, he doesn’t think so. while wonbin is conventionally attractive, anton could never imagine having the older’s plump, pouty lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking and drooling all over like you do. he couldn’t imagine wonbin’s endless dark eyes blinking up at him through his long lashes, his pupils dilated and glassy. his calloused fingertips stroking expertly at anton’s shaft that wonbin couldn’t shove into his mouth.
anton swallows thickly, blinking his eyes as he looks down at you instead, clearing his mind of the man that lays just feet away behind the wall.
I’ve developed a slight daddy kink in my absence so if I drop it in my drabbles from time to time stfu and don’t read it because I was actually hacked and it’s not me
yk how wonbin stutters right… thinking about bully reader who can’t stop playing w his little dick until he’s a stuttering mess and crying…
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: dub/noncon
“come on, it’s just one word,” you murmur, lips hovering over wonbin’s scorching cheek, streaked with tears and vibrant with a red blush. “one word and I’ll let you put this pathetic little thing away.”
“f-f-f,” wonbin splutters, biceps trembling as he gripped his thighs, not daring to get too close to your relentless hands.
you roll your eyes, “god, wonbin, it’s like you want me to keep playing with it. is that what you want? to keep cumming all over yourself?” you glance downwards, watching your fist twist around his stiff base, your thumb easily circling his red, swollen tip. his hips jerk minutely, his body seemingly unsure if it should fuck into the tight grip of your hands, or pull away from your hold on his sensitive cock.
wonbin shakes his head at your words, his eyes falling open, wide and wet as they instantly find yours. you follow the path of a stray tear that rolls down his cheek, disappearing behind his ear. “n-“ his plump pout wavers as he swallows, “-o…”
you click your tongue, “a full word.” you tug roughly at his cock, the corner of your lip curling slightly as he whines, his legs lifting off the ground, thighs pushing towards each other, “don’t cheat.”
wonbin releases a puff of air, the blow heating the winter air around him. “n… mmph…” he squirms again, cock pulsing in your hand. “n… plea-”
you grin, “there you go! you’re so close!” your spare hand pulls on his inky locks, the harsh grip making his head fall backwards, “I was starting to think there was nothing in here!”
I’m not going to answer all my asks because I feel it’ll be really repetitive but I appreciate your concern guys 😭😭 I’m not ignoring them I swear I’m reading them and I’m grateful for your kind words !! 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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