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could u write something about anton acting really nonchalant but secretly being extremelyyy perverted, like the first time that you hang out with him is normal but as you get to know him you realize he’s freaked out and he acts really innocent whenever that type of topic comes up but then one day he accidentally admits he wants to do something insanely dirty with you

idk i just need more secret freak anton content!

as an undercover freak, i know a fellow undercover freak when i see one and anton definitely meets the criteria. also i lowkirkuienly ignored the word nonchalant in here. so sorry

5.2k, big dick anton, unprotected sex, switch(?) anton (i don’t actually know he, i interpreted it as him being slightly manipulative but i don’t think he cares that much), oral (f) receiving, recording. also i know there’s a bunch of capitalization errors, i typed it in lc first then got lazy while editing

Every other weekend when no one was too busy, Shotaro threw one of his parties.

In truth, they were more like small gatherings with close friends and perhaps a few friends of their own that he knew, if he was expecting to be short a couple of the usual crew.

That was how you got invited this Saturday. Riku, Sion, and Taesan were all away on some exploit that went unexplained to you, and Shotaro charged Wonbin with the task of picking a handful of other people to invite over. One of those people ended up being you, and you were pleased to know you’d been hastily approved of.

“There's actually someone I've been meaning to introduce you to,” Shotaro said when he called you over the phone to personally invite you himself.

That had your attention. “Who?” you asked. You and Shotaro were not particularly close, but he was always a delight to be around, and given that he was inviting you to one of his intimate gatherings, it seemed the feeling was mutual.

“Do you know Anton?”

You hummed. “um, I've heard Wonbin mention him a few times in passing. He's friends with Sohee, right?”

“Yeah. Anyway, I think you guys would really get along. He's super passionate about music, like you, it’s basically his whole life. He's always got his macbook on him so he can listen to music or make something. and he’s super chill. I'm sure you’d like him. Everyone likes Anton.”

You listened attentively. This Anton, whoever he was, seemed like your time of guy. “Yeah, he sounds cool. I'd love to meet him. I can't give you a definitive answer right now, but I can text you like two days before to let you know if I can make it or not.”

“Sounds good,” Shotaro said smoothly. “talk to you later.”

“peace,” you said, and hung up.

That week, you had a handful of late sessions, but you managed to get into one that ran a little earlier, and Saturday night, you arrived at one of the local pubs Shotaro and his friends frequented when his apartment wouldn’t do justice to the amount of people he was intent on having.

Shotaro noticed the second you arrived and came over to you with a smile on his face and two drinks in hand. “You made it,” he said, handing a bottle over. “Strawberry cider, right?”

You grinned. “Yeah, thanks.” You popped the bottle open. “glad I could make it.”

Shotaro brought his own drink to his lips. “professor not treating you too badly, is he?”

“Just trying to prepare us for the real world,” you drawled. you took a sip. The drink was cold and sweet, just the way you liked it.

Shotaro nodded. “should i introduce you to Anton now, or would you rather me do it later?”

you shrugged. “We can get it out of the way. I know you have hosting duties to attend to.”

“it’s no trouble,” he said, “but if you insist, I can take you to him now. Follow me.”

You trailed behind him, briefly greeting some familiar faces as you passed them on the way to the mysterious stranger he was set on having you meet. There were strings of lights hanging overhead to keep out the darkness as the sun let the moon take its place in the sky. Laughter and chatter was a constant thing all around you, and something about the casualness of it all put you at ease.

Beneath a particularly bright set of lights, Sohee was talking to a tall, lean specimen of a man who you could only assume was the Anton Shotaro had spoken so highly of. He was golden beneath the yellow hue of the lights, sporting a shirt that was tight around his chest and arms. When his eyes lowered to yours, brown and probing, you felt like all your secrets had been laid bare for all the world to see.

“Hey, Anton. this is the music prod major i was talking to you about,” Shotaro said. He turned to you and said your name. “This is Anton.”

Anton smiled, and for a second you felt like you could breathe again, before the perfect curve of his lips stole your breath away too. “Nice to meet you. Shotaro says you love music.”

The smile found its way to your face on its own. “to say the least. he told me you do too.”

Anton nodded. “to say the least,” he echoed.

Shotaro threw a look, and the two slipped away.

You wracked your brain for something to say, because there was no way you were going to bore this perfectly handsome man to death. damn Shotaro for not mentioning that Anton was breathtaking. “so, where does all of that love come from?” you asked, bringing the drink to your mouth for another sip.

“Well, my dad’s a producer, so I kind of grew up around music,” Anton explained.

Your eyes widened a little bit. “What, that’s neat. My dad was a rapper.”

“Really?” Anton asked. His eyes hadn’t left yours since he set sight on you. It was making you nervous. “Do you rap too?”

You laughed and shook your head. “oh, no, no. no. I prefer to work behind the scenes. Seeing everything work together to come together and paint one big picture, and tell one beautiful story, that’s what I like. and making music in and of itself is a really collaborative process, so it makes me remember how important it is to have other people around in my life, you know?” you sound so stupid, it’s crazy, you thought to yourself.

Anton's smile seemed to widen. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “Maybe we should work together sometime.”

“Really?”

“Shotaro tells me you’re really good, and Wonbin said so as well.”

You scoffed. “They're just being nice. Most of the time I'm just doing shit and I hate it. all i do is abuse synths and delay.”

Anton chuckled. He tapped a ring-adorned finger against his lips, which naturally drew your attention there, and it dawned on you just how long they were. His hand was huge, just like the rest of him. “i get that.”

Your eyes darted away, here and there, there and here. “it’s always nice to talk to someone who does. i have friends that still ask about my music even though they don’t know anything about it, because they’re not dickheads, so i’ll bring up percs and they’ll think i’m talking about percocets.”

Anton closed his eyes and laughed. “Well, you know, it’s almost been ten years since 2017. mask off.”

You sighed. “Don't remind me. I swear last year was just 2019. 2019 was seven years ago.”

“That doesn’t sound right at all,” Anton said.

“At all!” you agreed.

And for another half hour, it was just you and Anton beneath the silver stars and golden fairy lights. You even followed each other on instagram, which made you realize how many followers he had.

"How'd it go?” Shotaro asked when you were alone again.

“better than I thought,” you said. “he’s cool, like you said.”

Shotaro was beaming. he nudged your side playfully. “You're welcome.”

There were suspicions boiling underneath that you hadn’t let surface yet. "Is that what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. “you’re trying to play cupid?”

Shotaro was coy. “I don't know what you mean. I was just helping two friends meet people they might enjoy the company of. What happens from there on out is out of my hands…”

“Right,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to get a finger or two involved.”

Shotaro laughed and dismissed himself, claiming he needed to check on his other guests.

Two days later, Anton had posted a picture of a very tiny cupcake with his hand beside it. He tagged Sohee in the post, but the only thing you could fix yourself to think about was how insanely large his hands were. His fingers were long and slender, a little pink around the knuckles, and his veins ran down the back of his hand beneath his skin like a green river.

You stared at the picture too long before coming to your senses and liking the post, ignoring the fact that you could feel yourself faintly throbbing as you thought about how deep his fingers could reach, and what they could make you feel.

Oh my god, you thought. I need to die.

just your luck, the day after that, you saw him again. Shotaro and Wonbin invited you out for lunch, which you thought was suspiciously abrupt, but then Wonbin mentioned Anton would be in attendance too, and everything made sense.

What made even more sense was that the two of them sat together, which forced you to sit beside Anton while you ate your dumplings.

Anton asked, “are they good?”

you nodded happily. “if only Eunseok were here.”

Wonbin laughed. “those two give each other a run for their money.”

“thank god Sungchan is busy,” you said. “he plays entirely too much. I don't need him trying to steal my shit.”

Shotaro finished chewing. “He had class with Sohee, right?” he asked. He turned to Anton. “Speaking of Sohee, what were you guys doing when you decided to post a thirst trap?”

Anton smiled timidly and looked away. “I wasn't thirst-trapping.”

“You were definitely thirsttrapping,” Wonbin teased.

Anton threw his head back, and for a second you swore he glanced your way, then his eyes darted around again. “Let me explain. There were two boxes of cupcakes, the small ones and the big ones, and Sohee and I competed for the big one, but he won.”

Wonbin snickered. “Did you let him win?”

Anton shook his head. “Of course not.” but even as he said that, everyone knew he was lying.

As you were leaving, the bill paid and your goodbyes bid, Anton stopped you on the way to your car. “Hey. I have some beats you might like. You could always come check them out.”

Oh, he was serious about that, you thought, somewhat surprised. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you told him, grinning a little too hard. “when were you thinking?”

“I’m free this weekend,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay, I'll check my schedule,” you said. “I'll DM you?”

Anton nodded. “great. let me walk you to your car.”

And he did. He followed you across the parking lot and opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. “and they say chivalry is dead,” you said.

Anton chuckled. “get home safe.” When the door closed after you, he walked away.

That weekend, you were not free, but you rid yourself of all obligations solely so that you could be alone with him. It was far from your proudest moment, but some things were more important.

Anton texted you the address of his family home, and when you arrived, led you down the studio he had. “this is where i raised,” he said lightheartedly.

You glanced around. It was a very lovely, cozy studio. “ah, yes. Who needs a village when you have a computer, microphones, and monitors?”

Anton chuckled. “speaking of which…” he trailed off, guiding you over to the computer.

The first few minutes were spent listening to some beats he wanted you to hear, and you were appreciative of what you were listening to. The third one he played spoke to you for some reason, though he had meant to click on another, and you blurted, “wait, let this one play through.”

Anton obliged, watching you listen, bobbing your head along. After a moment, he asked, “do you like this one?”

“Yeah,” you said, your brain already bulging with ideas. “I want to add a bass though. I have an idea.”

Anton nodded over to the bass guitar hanging in the corner of the room. “i play bass.”

That was when things started getting serious. He went to grab the bass, and you shared your thoughts, making sounds that he would emulate. For a moment you watched his fingers as he played, but there were other things on your mind, and you had to get those ideas out before they escaped you indefinitely.

“That’s fire,” you ended up saying. “I want to add a synth over it.”

Anton showed you some plugins he had. “you’ll want to check this out.”

A couple of hours went by, but when you were in your zone, you hardly paid attention to how much time was passing. By now you were tweaking the project to add percs, delay, and ultimately settled on layering stacked chords over the drums.

When you and Anton let the track play, both of you were impressed with yourselves. “you’re a genius,” he said softly.

you shook your head. “teamwork makes the dream work.”

Anton seemed to agree. “I didn't want to say this earlier, because I didn't want to disrupt the flow,” he started, “but you smell really good.”

your face felt hot. “Thank you.”

for a moment after that, it was silent.

Then, Anton asked in a whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

That was the moment you realized you weren’t deluding yourself about him being into you. His eyes were on you—piercing and unrelenting—and shortly after, his lips were too.

It was a tentative kiss at first. Anton was merely testing the waters, feeling you react against him, and his confidence grew as he went on, his lips still tender, but his movements more assured.

you let it happen. Your heart was speeding out of your chest and your body felt light as a cloud. It was a pleasant sensation, one you found you didn’t want to go away now or ever.

What caught you by surprise was how Anton took the lead in the matter. He pressed you against the wall. as the seconds ticked by, his kisses grew more passionate, and you fought to keep up as he kissed you with abandon. his lips parted from yours to journey down your jaw and neck, a moment of respite so that you both could breathe, then he was on you again, and your fingers were threading through his hair.

“Anton,” you gasped, but the sound was swallowed whole.

“shit,” he groaned. His hands were gripping your hips.

you could feel him growing erect against your thigh and it made your head spin. that, and the fact that you were so close you had no choice but to inhale his scent as you tasted him on your tongue. your own body was pulsing with need, and you were restless in his arms. Your knees felt weak, like any moment you could go down, if not for him being there to hoist you upright.

he pulled away to whisper, “tell me you want it too.”

“i want it too,” you said, breathless.

That was all he needed to hear to lead you out of the studio, the song forgotten for now. It would be there when he was finished with you, but it would be a while until then. Anton took you to his bedroom and closed the door.

The room felt hot. your clothes felt like burdens. When Anton turned away from the door, he walked toward you, slowly. You took a step back for every step he took forward, feeling your heart jumping, until the back of your legs hit the bed. but he didn’t stop. not until you fell back and he fell over you, and his lips met yours again.

This time his hips moved against you unabashedly, little noises leaving him as he tried to soothe himself. You knew he felt the same burning that was tormenting you from the inside out. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks in the flesh there. Then he pulled away and said, “sit on my face. use my mouth.”

just those words made you dizzy. you unbuckled your jeans, and he pulled them off you in a hurry. when you reached for the band of your underwear, he stopped you, “keep this on.”

you nodded wordlessly. Words were fragile things. Anton lay down so you could mount on his face. as you settled over him, he started to lick at your pussy through your panties, his hands resting on your thighs.

you could feel his tongue through them. He wasn’t starting slow. There was none of the reluctance from before, every bit of it had been shed to make way for his new skin, and he went at it like he knew exactly what he was doing, or exactly how to figure it out.

“Anton,” you murmured. Your arousal was a fierce thing with a mind of its own, and it was taking control of your body and mind.

Anton squeezed your thighs, sucking at you as he kneaded your flesh, letting his hands roam freely rather than keep them in one place. your panties that were already damp with the evidence of your desire were becoming wetter as his saliva added to the moisture gathering there.

your breaths were shallow. you could only imagine what it would feel like when his lips came in contact with your bare skin, and the thought only made you more impatient.

Perhaps Anton could feel you getting restless, because after a moment, he slipped your panties to the side and tasted you without the fabric of your underwear getting in the way. you gasped out, “fuck.”

His mouth was so warm against your skin. He licked at your clit, one hand remaining clamped on your thigh while the other went to your stomach, and you couldn’t help but grind down against his face.

you tipped your head back. “like that.”

he kissed your folds and licked at your clit, none too aggressive, experimenting with the amount of pressure to get you moaning and rocking against his mouth. It was a soft, sweet act, and you could hear every taste, every suck, the wet sound of his lips pleasing you as you leaked more and more against his pretty lips.

his lips pressed against your inner thighs here and there for a fleeting moment, long enough to make you miss it, then he would return to sucking at your clit, making out with your pussy.

“just like that,” you whimpered. “don’t stop. please.”

your brain ceased to function and all you could think about was Anton. How good he was at this, how much you wanted him to keep going, how this could never be the last time. If you knew anything, it was that the memory of him eating you out would haunt you for days to come.

it was the fastest you had ever let anyone see you so intimately, but you couldn’t be bothered to trouble yourself with those thoughts. It felt right at the moment, and it felt even better now, and if every swipe of Anton's tongue kept the doubts and regrets at bay. You didn’t even have it in you to regret not shaving in advance, because it hadn’t deterred him at all.

Anton let his tongue slip inside and it felt like a bomb went off in your stomach as warmth exploded throughout you. “holy fuck,” you stammered. “holy fuck.”

he didn’t let up, exploring the inside of you with his tongue. You could feel his nose nudging against your clit and that it only stoked the flames of the fire ramping up within your core.

“i’m so close,” you whimpered, your hips grinding down against him. It was impossible for you to keep still.

Anton’s hand shot up, slipping underneath the shirt you hadn’t taken off, and his fingers swiped over your stomach once more before ultimately reaching your chest. he fondled your breasts, cupping them in his terribly large hands, brushing his thumbs over your stiff nipples. he caressed the skin at your ribs and returned to your breasts, catching your nipples gently between his fingers and rubbing them in a circle with his thumbs.

he kept one hand at your breasts while the other wandered down and went behind you to your lower back and your ass. His hands were soft against your skin, rubbing up and down in tender motions that made all the difference.

“yes,” you cried out. Your thighs trembled as your knees clamped around his head in an almost violent manner before you finally went still.

Anton gingerly pushed you off his face and lowered you onto his bed. His lips were glossy with your desire. “can i fuck you?” he asked.

you were still trying to catch your breath, but your answer was an immediate, “fuck, yes.”

Anton went to step out of his pants and shrug off his shirt, and you watched him, watched as he revealed his bare chest, the skin chiseled and defined. the sight alone nearly finished you again. You were throbbing, aching, even now, and you were so desperate to feel him inside you.

he watched you take your shirt off, revealing the tits he’d cupped to him, and you were almost equally naked, except he stepped out of his boxers, but made sure you kept your panties on. for whatever reason.

When he spread your legs and got between them, he didn’t immediately enter you like you thought he would. He rubbed his cock against the dark, wet part of your underwear, back and forth, feeling how drenched you were through your panties.

“fuck,” Anton groaned. you didn’t know if he was teasing you or testing himself.

you watched him. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t diving headfirst. He was fully erect and you would be blind not to notice how big he was. You didn’t know how he was going to fit.

Anton slipped his cock underneath the edge of your panties and came out through the upper right corner of them, and you sucked in a gasp as you felt him brush against your clit. He slipped through your folds, coating his length in your slick that was only building the longer he kept tempting you. “you’re so wet,” he murmured. “for me?”

“yeah,” you said. “Anton, please…”

“please, what?”

your face was hot, but you were past the point of embarrassment. “please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

“I want that too,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy around me, I want to hear how loud it gets for me when I'm inside you.”

oh my god. “Then what’s stopping you?” you grumbled.

“nothing,” he said, glancing up at you for a moment with a raised brow and a little smile on his face. “how bad do you want it?”

“You know how bad I want it,” you said. You reached down to grab him, twisting your hand around his dick.

“fuck…” Anton grunted. he fucked your fist while simultaneously rubbing himself against your cunt.

At last, he pushed your hand away, tapped his dick against your pussy a few times, and pushed himself inside you.

you gasped. He wasn't entirely sheathed yet, but it was enough to make you jolt. “oh my god.”

Anton raised a brow. “I'm barely inside you.” he chuckled and smoothed his finger over your hip. “Tell me when I can go deeper,” he said.

you nodded, willing yourself to relax. Even with how evidently aroused you were and your wetness leaking down your thighs, it wasn’t much easier. “Anton…”

“I know,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss you, then met your eyes. “just breathe, okay?”

you nodded again. A few moments passed, but Anton didn’t rush you. He knew for most people he was… an adjustment. “Okay. deeper.”

Anton was relieved. He sank even deeper within you, a weak noise of his own escaping him. you whimpered the further he went inside, but you didn’t tell him to stop. He kissed you through it, hoping to distract you the best he could, but nothing could take your mind off the way his cock was thoroughly stretching you out.

“can i move?” he asked when he sheathed to the hilt.

“wait,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him. “okay. yeah.”

“fuck,” Anton hissed. his eyes lowered, watching himself disappear in and out of your slippery cunt. “Is this what you've been wanting?”

“yes,” you stammered out.

Anton smiled. “I know it is.”

as he drove inside you, you could hear the wet smack of your bodies meeting, the joining of skin echoing on the walls. It made Anton crazy. “Do you hear that?” he asked.

you flushed at how loud the sound was. “yeah, i hear it…”

"Don't be shy,” he said, bringing his face to your neck. “that’s just how bad we want each other.”

it was unignorable, the sound, the wetness, the heat of your bodies pressed together. There was no denying the mutual desire.

you dragged your nails down his back. Anton groaned, the line between pain and pleasure narrow in his mind. “mark me…” he rasped.

you were convinced he was insane, but you were beginning to enjoy that about him.

“Look at me,” he said softly, grabbing your neck. The grip wasn’t tight, but it got your attention. Your eyes met his as you gasped and moaned beneath him, throbbing at hand around your throat, his cock reaching places you never even knew were there.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring into your eyes. “i wanted to fuck you like this since the very first night i saw you.”

“I wanted you too…” you confessed. The eye contact was too much, and you glanced away.

“no, beautiful,” he said, tilting your head back. He tightened his grip a little bit. “look at me.”

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Anton smiled. “you want to know what I thought about doing when Shotaro introduced you to me?”

your eyes flickered with curiosity. “what?”

Anton stopped and pulled out of you, but you didn’t have time to mourn, because seconds later, he told you to get on your hands and knees, and he entered you again from behind.

“oh, shit,” you moaned. it felt like he was even deeper than he was before.

Anton felt his mind reel. You were so tight and wet around him, it was all he could do not to come then and there. “Can I record you?” he asked very softly. “please? you look so pretty… I won't show anyone, I promise.”

it would be a lie if you said you didn’t like filming yourself in the act. “um, yeah…”

Anton grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pressed record soon after. He pressed you down against the mattress and pinned you there with one hand, your moans becoming muffled as your face got pushed into the sheets. but not for long. Anton adjusted your face to the side. “want to hear you,” he murmured. “i want to hear all the sounds you’re making for me.”

“Anton, please don’t stop,” you begged.

“wasn’t planning on it,” he grunted. “your pussy feels so good around me.” he smacked your ass, which made you cry out in surprise. “i knew you would feel so good. look how pretty you get for me.” he lowered the camera to wear your bodies met, your underwear drenched and pushed aside as his cock pounded you with a loud, sticky sound. he made sure to capture how messy it was down there.

you felt delirious, like you weren’t there in your own mind, but in some distant place where only the sensation of him hitting that sweet spot inside you could reach. you had no idea how badly you needed this until now, now that you couldn’t think about anything but this.

Anton felt himself beginning to grow bored of the position and pulled out again. He sat on the bed. “come here,” he said, pulling you up gingerly.

you crept over and he pulled you onto his lap.

“use my dick,” he murmured. “use me to make yourself cum.”

you did not need to be told twice. You settled on top of him and sank down, gripping his shoulders for purchase. The room smelled of sweat and sex, and a blend of the scents each of you used. But you were focused on how good it felt to be full of him. No one had ever stretched you the way he was.

Anton rested a hand on your hip, but he let you take the lead. he used the other hand to record you as you rocked your hips against his, no detail lost on him. he got the way you threw your hair back when it fell down your breasts, the way you tipped your head back and moaned his name, the way your lips hung open and your body shuddered.

he wasn’t going to last much longer. He knew that much. he didn’t want to intervene, not when you looked so pretty riding him so hard and taking what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to come first.

Anton reached to grab your throat. “goddamn, i’m not going anywhere,” he teased. “you look so good riding me like that, though. making yourself feel good.”

that sent a fire through your veins. The hand around your throat was like gasoline. “yes, yes, yes… Anton!” you cried out.

“Do you like that?” Anton tightened his grip. “You like my hands, don’t you?”

that sent you over the edge. You felt the warmth set off in the pit of your stomach and erupt to every corner of your body. your pussy clenched around him as you trembled with ecstasy. Anton grabbed your hip tightly to hold you through it. “that’s it, gorgeous,” he grunted. “i got you. i’m right here.”

“Anton,” you whimpered again.

“shh,” he said, running his hand up your back soothingly. the way your face tensed with pleasure as you came around him had him seconds away from boiling over. “That's it. You did so good for me.”

you went slack against him. Anton drove up into you, making you cling to his shoulders tightly as you took it. “fuck…”

“i’m gonna come,” Anton said. he set his phone so he could hold your hips with both hands. he looked up at you, his lips parted and his eyes damp. “please… please, pretty girl. let me come inside you. let me fill this pretty pussy up. Please, let me have this. i need it- oh, fuck… goddamn, i can’t hold back anymore, i’m gonna fuck you full.”

He sounded so good when he begged. “yes—” you gasped.

Anton swore as he spilled inside you, hands clamping down on your thighs. When you watched his face, it looked like he was resetting.

He took his time before he pulled out. When he did, he made sure to record his cum leaking from your dripping pussy, proof of how thoroughly he had wrecked you from within. “Goddamn,” he muttered. He slipped your panties back in place.

“They're ruined,” you whined.

Anton chuckled. “so… you won’t be needing them, is what I'm hearing?”

You smacked his chest. “you’re a pervert.”

“i’m a gentleman,” Anton said, smiling coyly. His face was tinged red. he gathered you in his arms and hoisted you in the arm. you yelped, reaching for his arms. “I'm going to clean up the mess I made. It's only fair.”

Your eyes fluttered drowsily. “Mmkay.”

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