⟢ a simple favor by @abriizeyday ⋮ wc ?? ♯ smut, handyman!shotaro, neighbours, possible switch!shotaro?
anton
⟢ always yours by @imsosoheee ⋮ wc 4.8k ♯ smut, long distance bf!anton, angst, emotional make up sex
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soobin
⟢ distraction by @calumcxke ⋮ wc 9.1k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, reader is scared of thunder, rough comfort sex
⟢ midnight spirit by @filmsbyun ⋮ wc 17k ♯ smut, strangers to lovers, festival guide!soobin, mutual pining, lantern festival
⟢ chapter seven by @monoceros-in-ink ⋮ wc 10k ♯ smut, puppy hybrid!reader, heat, overstimulation, cum play
⟢ dream team? more like cream team by @st4rstudd3d ⋮ wc 1k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, confession, dry humping, cumming in pants
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) these were just some fics i have saved in my notes app lol :p i will keep updating this list! i couldn't include everything since i can't find some users anymore sadly :( i will soon add recs for james as well! keep coming back to see my updates if you wanna :3
content - edm concert setting, drinking/smoking, smut, everyone’s in college, Anton gives reader a shoulder ride
note - can you guys tell i love college student anton? if any of u guys go to raves stay safe and have funnn!!
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The harsh fluorescent lights of the concrete parking garage buzzed overhead, cars were packed bumper to bumper on every level, trunks popped open, music bleeding from portable speakers. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust, alcohol, and the distant, muffled thud of bass vibrating from the stadium a few blocks away.
“Hold still, you’re going to mess up the gems,” Yunjin scolded lightly. She pressed a final iridescent rhinestone near the corner of your eye, using the rearview mirror of Shotaro’s SUV as a makeshift vanity. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork. “Okay. You look devastating. If you don’t ruin at least one man’s life tonight, I’m revoking your rave privileges.”
She pulled out her silver digi cam, the flash blinding you for a second as she snapped a picture of your makeup. Then she squeezed in next to you, pressing her cheek against yours, and held the camera out at arm’s length. The flash went off twice—one normal, one with both of you mid-laugh because Sunoo yelled something stupid from across the trunk.
You laughed, adjusting the straps of your top. You’d gone all out tonight: a black mesh set that hugged every curve, layered under a harness. Your arms were stacked with kandi bracelets, the plastic beads clinking together as you reached for the plastic cup resting on the bumper.
“She’s not ruining anyone’s life, she’s going to be too busy trying not to pass out before the opener finishes,” Sunoo chimed in, appearing at your side. He passed a joint to Yunjin before handing you a plastic cup filled with a mix of peach soju and Yakult. His own face was dusted in silver glitter. “Pace yourself. You just took a shot and hit that twice.”
You rolled your eyes, taking a sip. The alcohol burned pleasantly down your throat, mixing with the warm, heavy buzz of the weed already settling in your limbs.
It wasn’t your first rave, but you were definitely the more casual raver of the group. While Shotaro and Sohee hit festivals almost every other weekend, you usually only tagged along here and there when you had time. Tonight was the final stop of the Illenium and Dabin tour, and it was your first time seeing either of them live. The group chat has been hyped for months.
“Are we moving or what?” Sohee yelled, bouncing on his heels near the concrete stairwell. He and Shotaro were already halfway to the exit, looking back at you three with impatient grins. “We’re going to miss Dabin’s intro!”
“We’re coming!” you shouted back, downing the rest of your drink. You tossed the cup into a nearby trash can, linking arms with Yunjin and Sunoo as you hurried to catch up.
The walk to the festival grounds was a blur of neon outfits, pulsing lasers bleeding into the night sky, and thousands of people vibrating with the same collective anticipation. The alcohol was definitely hitting you now. The edges of your vision were soft, your limbs felt light, and the heavy dubstep echoing from the main stage made your heart race.
You followed Shotaro as he navigated your group through the dense crowd. He was a seasoned raver, weaving through the sea of bodies with practiced ease, his hand firmly gripping Sohee’s backpack so they wouldn’t get separated. You kept one hand on Sunoo’s shoulder as you pushed deeper into the crowd, aiming for a spot just behind the VIP rail.
“We’re meeting a friend of mine here!” Shotaro yelled over his shoulder, his voice barely cutting through the music. “He saved us a spot!”
You finally broke through a particularly dense wall of people, stumbling slightly as the alcohol made your platform boots feel a little heavier than usual. You bumped into a solid wall of a chest, letting out a small gasp.
Large hands immediately caught your shoulders, steadying you before you could fall.
“Careful,” a deep, yet soft voice rumbled above you.
You looked up, and your breath hitched.
Standing there, towering over the rest of the crowd, was a guy who looked like he had been carved out of marble specifically to ruin your life. He was ridiculously tall, with broad shoulders showcased perfectly by a black, sleeveless muscle tank. A silver chain rested against his collarbone, catching the strobe lights. His dark hair was slightly messy, falling into his eyes in a way that looked effortlessly perfect.
Shotaro crashed into him with a massive hug, clapping him on the back. “You actually held the spot! You’re a legend.”
The guy laughed. His voice was a rich, warm rumble that you could feel in your chest even over the heavy bass. He hadn’t let go of your shoulders yet.
Shotaro pulled back and gestured to your group. “Guys, this is Anton. We play soccer together. Anton, this is Sohee, Sunoo, Yunjin, and…” Shotaro’s eyes landed on you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “…and this is my favorite person, but don’t tell the others.”
Anton’s gaze shifted down to you. The moment his dark eyes locked onto yours, the rest of the festival seemed to fade into background noise. He looked you up and down, a slow, deliberate sweep that took in the platform boots, the mesh, the harness, and the few gems around your eyes. When his eyes finally met yours again, a slow smile spread across his face.
“Hi,” he said, his hands finally dropping from your shoulders. Up close, he smelled like expensive cologne and clean laundry, a sharp contrast to the sweat and smoke of the crowd.
“Hi,” you breathed back, suddenly hyper-aware of how much skin you were showing, and how warm your cheeks felt from the vodka.
“Okay, group photo before we lose each other!” Yunjin interrupted, pulling out her silver digi cam. She shoved it into Anton’s hands since he was the tallest. “Take one of us?”
Anton chuckled, taking the small camera. He took a step back, crouching slightly to frame you and Yunjin as she threw an arm around your waist. Right before he pressed the button, his eyes flicked up from the screen, catching yours over the top of the camera for a beat too long. The flash went off, blinding you for a second, but you could still feel the weight of his stare. He handed the camera back to Yunjin before turning his attention fully back to you.
“First time seeing Illenium?” he asked, leaning down slightly so you could hear him over the music.
“First time seeing him, yeah,” you admitted, having to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. The size difference between you was staggering. He was a wall of solid muscle, his presence completely enveloping you. “Not my first rave, but… I don’t go as often as the other guys.”
“I can tell,” Anton murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before flicking back up. He tilted his head, studying your flushed face. “You pregamed a little hard, didn’t you?”
You blinked, feeling caught. “Is it that obvious?”
“Just a little,” he chuckled, the sound low and incredibly attractive. “Stick close to me. The crowd gets rough when the headliners come on, we don’t want you getting trampled.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. As Dabin took the stage and the crowd surged forward, Anton naturally positioned himself just behind you. He didn’t touch you, but you could feel the heat radiating off his chest, a solid, protective barrier between you and the crushing weight of the thousands of people pushing from behind.
The set was incredible, but about thirty minutes in, the combination of the heavy bass, the flashing strobe lights, and the alcohol you had downed in the parking garage started to catch up with you. The air in the middle of the crowd was stiflingly hot. You swayed slightly, pressing a hand to your forehead as a wave of dizziness washed over you.
Instantly, Anton’s hands were on your waist. “Hey. You okay?”
You leaned back against his chest instinctively, closing your eyes. “Just… a little dizzy. It’s really hot.”
“Alright, come here,” Anton said smoothly. He didn’t ask Shotaro or the others. He just wrapped an arm securely around your waist and gently but firmly guided you out of the thickest part of the crowd, moving toward the slightly more open space near the back rail.
He found a spot where the air was cooler and the bodies weren’t pressed so tightly together. He turned you around to face him, his hands resting on your hips. “Better?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled, opening your eyes. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Anton said softly. He reached into his small crossbody bag and pulled out an unopened bottle of water, twisting the cap off before handing it to you. “Drink this. Slowly.”
You took it, sipping the cool water gratefully. Anton stood in front of you, blocking you from the chaotic flow of people walking by. He reached up, using his large hand to gently fan your face, the cool breeze feeling heavenly against your flushed skin. He was so attentive, his dark eyes watching you carefully to make sure the color was returning to your cheeks.
“Thank you,” you murmured, looking up at him.
“Anytime,” he replied, his thumb brushing lightly against your waist. “You feeling sober enough to go back in, or do you want to stay back here for a bit?”
“I’m okay now,” you smiled, the dizziness fading into a pleasant, manageable buzz.
When you moved back to your group, the dynamic had shifted. Anton kept one hand resting lightly on the small of your back the entire time, instead of just standing behind you. Every time the crowd shoved forward, his grip would tighten, pulling you flush against his chest to protect you from the impact. The touch was respectful, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core every single time.
Halfway through Illenium’s set, the music slowed, the heavy bass fading into a soft, melodic acoustic intro. The crowd roared in recognition as the opening chords of “Hearts on Fire” echoed through the stadium.
“You want to see better?” Anton’s voice rumbled right next to your ear, his breath hot against your neck.
You turned your head, your face inches from his. “What?”
“Get on my shoulders,” he offered, a playful glint in his eyes. “You can’t see the visuals from down here.”
Before you could protest, Anton crouched down slightly, tapping his broad shoulders. “Come on. I got you.”
You hesitated for a second, then grabbed his hands to steady yourself. You swung one leg over his shoulder, then the other, and the first thing you noticed was how wide he was. Your thighs barely fit around the span of his shoulders. Then he stood up, lifting you with effortless strength like you weighed nothing. You could feel the muscles in his shoulders and neck shift and tighten beneath your thighs as he adjusted you, his traps solid and warm under the thin fabric of his tank top.
The view was breathtaking. The entire festival grounds stretched out before you, a massive ocean of people swaying in unison under a canopy of lasers. But as incredible as the view was, all you could focus on was the feeling of Anton beneath you.
Your thighs were pressed flush against his neck, his large hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you steady. His fingers dug slightly into your skin, a firm, possessive grip that made your breath catch. You could feel every shift of his broad shoulders between your legs—the way they rolled when he adjusted his stance, the hard muscle flexing under your weight like it was nothing.
The beat dropped, a massive, euphoric explosion of sound and light. Confetti cannons erupted, raining colorful paper down on the crowd. You threw your hands up, completely consumed by the music and the adrenaline. Anton’s hands tightened on your thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just below your skirt, and a sharp spike of heat coiled low in your belly.
When the song ended, he slowly lowered you back down to the ground. You slid down his chest, your body pressing flush against his for a long second before your boots hit the grass.
You were breathless as you looked up at him “Thank you.”
Anton didn’t step back. He stayed exactly where he was, so close you could feel the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes dropped to your lips again, and this time, they stayed there.
The tension between you was thick, pulling you toward him like a magnet. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted it so badly your skin ached with it.
“Hey!” Sohee’s voice shattered the moment, and you both jumped slightly as he threw an arm around Anton’s shoulders. “We’re going to grab water before the finale. You guys want anything?”
Anton cleared his throat, taking a small step back, though his eyes never left yours. “We’re good. We’ll hold the spot.”
The rest of the night was a blur of heavy bass, blinding lights, and the suffocating tension between you and Anton. You traded kandi with him during a quiet moment, teaching him the PLUR handshake. When your fingers interlocked with his, he held on for a second too long, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. He gave you a bracelet that said RAVE HEAD, and you gave him one that said YOURS. You had made it as a joke, but when he read the beads, his eyes darkened, and he slipped it onto his wrist without a word.
By the time the final fireworks went off and the festival lights came up, you were exhausted. Your ears were ringing, your feet ached, and the adrenaline crash was hitting you hard.
The walk out of the venue was a chaotic mass of thousands of people trying to leave at once. The crisp night air felt amazing against your sweat-slicked skin, but you couldn’t stop a shiver from running down your spine.
Without a word, Anton pulled his black zip-up hoodie out of his backpack and draped it over your shoulders. It was massive on you, swallowing you completely, and it smelled exactly like him.
“Okay,” Shotaro announced as your group huddled near the rideshare pickup zone. “There’s an afterparty at this warehouse downtown. Sohee knows the DJ. We’re all going.”
You groaned internally, leaning your head against Yunjin’s shoulder. “Taro, I love you, but if I hear one more bass drop tonight, my brain is going to liquefy. I’m so tired.”
“You can’t tap out now!” Sunoo protested, though he looked sympathetically at your exhausted expression.
Anton looked down at you, his eyes assessing. He could see the fatigue pulling at your features, the way you were practically holding yourself up with Yunjin’s help.
“My hotel is three blocks from here,” Anton said quietly, addressing Shotaro but looking at you. “I’m not really feeling the afterparty either. I can take her back with me. Let her crash there, and you guys can go.”
Shotaro looked between the two of you, that same knowing smirk returning to his face. “You sure, man? We don’t want to impose.”
“It’s fine,” Anton said, his voice steady. He looked down at you, his dark eyes intense. “If she wants to.”
You pulled the oversized hoodie tighter around yourself, your heart hammering against your ribs. You weren’t drunk anymore, but you were definitely not feeling like going to the after party.
“Yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want to.”
Yunjin gave you a look that screamed we are talking about this tomorrow in excruciating detail, before hugging you goodbye. You waved to the rest of the group as they piled into a rideshare, leaving you and Anton standing alone on the crowded sidewalk.
“Come on,” Anton said softly, his large hand wrapping around yours. His fingers intertwined with yours perfectly, his grip warm and solid. “Let’s get out of here.”
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The walk to his hotel was quiet, the ringing in your ears making the city sounds feel muffled. He kept you tucked close to his side, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles over the back of your hand.
His hotel was upscale, the lobby quiet and dimly lit. You rode the elevator up to the fifteenth floor in silence, watching the numbers tick up.
Anton unlocked the door to his room and pushed it open, stepping aside to let you in first. The room was dark, illuminated only by the city lights filtering in through the large window.
The heavy door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room.
You turned around to face him, but before you could even open your mouth, Anton was there.
He didn’t hesitate. He backed you up against the door, his large hands coming up to cup your face, and crashed his mouth down onto yours.
It was everything that had been building up since the moment you locked eyes in the crowd. You gasped into his mouth, your hands flying up to grip the front of his tank top as his tongue slid past your lips, tasting you like he had been starving for it all night.
“God,” he groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down from your face to grip your waist, pulling you flush against his massive frame. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the second I saw you.”
You breathed, tilting your head back as his lips trailed down your jaw to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Don’t stop.”
Anton let out a low, ragged sound. He grabbed the hem of his tank top, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. The sight of him made your breath hitch. He was huge. Broad, thick, and carved with heavy, defined muscle, his skin glowing in the dim light of the city.
He reached for the zipper of your skirt, his large hands making quick work of your rave outfit. The mesh, the harness, the boots—everything was discarded until you were completely bare, standing against the door.
He dropped to his knees right there in the entryway.
Your breath caught in your throat as his large hands gripped the backs of your thighs, pulling your legs slightly apart. He looked up at you, his dark eyes blown wide with lust, the city light catching the sharp angles of his face.
“Anton—” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his dark hair.
“Shh,” he murmured, his breath hot against your center. “Let me taste you.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He pressed his mouth against you, his tongue swiping in a broad stroke that made your knees buckle. You cried out, head falling back against the door. He was relentless, his large hands gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise, holding you in place as he devoured you.
“So fucking sweet,” he hummed against your slick folds, the vibration sending a jolt straight to your clit. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking with a precision that had you sobbing his name.
“Anton—please—” you babbled, fingers gripping his hair as your hips jerked forward.
He pulled away right before you tipped over the edge, leaving you whining. He stood up, massive frame towering over you, lips slick with your wetness.
Anton led you toward the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes in seconds. He didn’t lay you down. He sat back on his heels, grabbed your hips, and pulled you forward until you straddled his lap.
The size difference was staggering. Sitting on him, you felt incredibly small, his broad chest and thick thighs dwarfing you.
“Ride me,” he whispered, eyes dark and hungry.
You guided his thick, heavy length to your entrance and slowly sank down. The stretch was overwhelming. He was so big you had to stop halfway, a broken whimper tearing from your throat.
“Fuck,” Anton groaned, jaw clenched tight. His hands steadied your hips. “Take your time. You’re so tight.”
You took a shaky breath and forced yourself down the rest of the way. When you finally bottomed out, a loud, shameless moan ripped from your lips. You were completely full, the pressure making your vision blur.
Anton’s hands moved from your hips to rest flat against your lower stomach. His eyes widened.
“Look,” he commanded softly.
You opened your eyes. His large hand was pressed right over the faint, visible press of him against your lower bellythe subtle outline of how deep he was inside you.
“Hmm,” he breathed, thumb tracing the slight bulge. “You take me so well.”
You started to move, lifting and sinking at a slow, agonizing pace. The angle was incredibly deep, every downward thrust making you gasp. Anton watched with hunger, his hand staying firmly pressed against your stomach to feel every inch of himself filling you up.
After a few minutes, Anton let out a frustrated growl. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over in one fluid motion, pinning you face-down against the mattress.
Before you could process the change, he settled between your thighs, lifted your ass slightly, and drove into you from behind with a single, brutal thrust.
You screamed into the pillows. The angle was even deeper now, his broad chest pressing your back, his large hands gripping your hips like a vice.
“You feel so good,” he panted, pace turning frantic. He was relentless, hips snapping forward with bruising force, the wet slap of skin echoing loudly in the quiet room.
He reached around, his large hand sliding down your stomach to find your swollen clit. The moment his thumb pressed against it, your brain short-circuited.
“Anton—ah—wait—” Your voice cracked on a high, broken moan as he bottomed out inside you, thumb circling your clit simultaneously. “It’s too much—”
“You can take it,” he breathed against your ear, his voice thin, strained, almost whiny. “Fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—” He let out a shaky, desperate sound against your neck. “Don’t stop.”
Your protests dissolved into loud, broken moans. He kept his pace hard and deep, each thrust dragging against oversensitive walls, pulling high, desperate sounds out of you.
“Oh my god—Anton—fuck—” You babbled, words slurring, fingers clawing the pillows. “I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he panted, voice breaking. His thumb pressed harder, hips stuttering as his breath came in ragged gasps. “Let me feel it. Come for me.”
You couldn’t hold back. The orgasm crashed into you—sharp, intense, ripping through you. You screamed his name, walls clamping down hard around him as your body convulsed.
The force dragged him over the edge. Anton let out a broken, wrecked cry against your shoulder, his whole body shuddering as he spilled deep inside you, hips jerking in shallow, desperate thrusts. He collapsed against your back, heavy, sweat-slicked body pinning you to the mattress, chest heaving.
Neither of you moved for a long time. Just the sound of ragged, uneven breathing filling the room, your bodies tangled together, both of you trembling.
He slowly pulled out of you, and before you could even process the emptiness, he was flipping you over onto your back. Your body was limp, boneless, and he moved you like you weighed nothing.
The sight of him above you knocked the air out of your lungs. His chest was flushed, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his lips swollen and parted. His broad shoulders blocked out the dim hotel light behind him, caging you in completely.
“Anton,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling around his waist. You were so sensitive it almost hurt. “I can’t—not yet—”
“Please,” he murmured, lowering himself until his forehead pressed against yours. Sliding his tip up and down your wet slit, and you felt him push back inside you—slow, agonizing. The stretch on your oversensitive walls made your eyes roll back, a broken moan dragging out of your throat.
“Oh—fuck—” Anton’s voice cracked the second he bottomed out, his whole body shuddering above you. His arms were trembling where they braced on either side of your head. “You feel so—god—” The words came out thin and strained, like he was barely holding himself together.
You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your hips bucked up against him involuntarily, and the friction made both of you moan.
He let out a shaky exhale that sounded more like a whimper. “Ngh—I’m not gonna last—”
He started to move anyway, slow and deep, his hips rolling into yours with a deliberate rhythm that had your back arching off the mattress. Every thrust dragged against your swollen walls, punching out sounds from your chest with every roll of his hips.
Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him deeper. A high, broken groan vibrated against your collarbone. “Fuck—baby—don’t do that—” His hips stuttered, his composure slipping. His voice pitched up at the end, needy and wrecked.
“Feels so good,” you whined, your head pressing back into the pillows. “So deep—Anton—ah” Your words dissolved into a trembling moan as he hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur.
You clenched around him on purpose. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, a choked whine spilling out of him as his hips jerked forward. “Please—” he gasped. “I’m trying to make this good for you and you’re—”
“It’s good,” you breathed, pulling his face up to yours. His eyes were glassy, his bottom lip bitten raw. “It’s so good.”
Something in him snapped. He hooked one hand under your knee, pressing your thigh up toward your chest, and the new angle made you scream. Your free hand flew to his back, nails raking down his spine. “Anton—I can’t— too much—” A sob cut off whatever you were going to say, your body arching off the bed.
His free hand found yours, lacing your fingers together and pinning your hand beside your head. He buried his face in your neck, broken moans muffled against your skin, your name slipping out of him over and over.
“Look at me,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.
You forced your eyes open. His face was inches from yours, his pupils blown wide, his jaw tight, his lashes wet. He looked completely undone.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Stay with me.”
“I’m gonna—” you whimpered, your walls fluttering around him. “Anton—I’m so close—”
Every time he bottomed out, a small, helpless sound punched out of his chest. His breathing was ragged, punctuated by quiet, whiny gasps every time you clenched around him.
“I’m close,” he choked out, his hips losing their rhythm. His hand squeezed yours tight. “Baby—please—”
“I’m coming—” you cried, your voice shattering into a broken moan as your body seized around him.
He came with a sound you’d never forget. A raw, wrecked cry that cracked in the middle, his body shaking as his hips pressed flush against yours and stayed there. The feeling of him pulsing inside you, the desperate way he clung to you, his broken whimpers against your neck—it dragged you over the edge with him, your second orgasm ripping through you in slow, devastating waves.
Neither of you moved for a long time after. Just the sound of ragged, uneven breathing, his body still covering yours completely. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, and you could feel the wetness of his breath against your skin.
When it finally subsided, you were boneless. Completely spent.
Anton slowly rolled off you, pulling you flush against his side. He wrapped his strong arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his hand tracing soothing circles over your bare arm.
“You’re staying the night,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. It wasn’t a question.
You smiled against his chest, closing your eyes as the last of the adrenaline faded away. “Yeah.”
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The next morning, sunlight was streaming through the sheer hotel curtains when you finally woke up. Anton was still asleep, his heavy arm draped securely over your waist, his face buried in your neck.
You carefully reached for your phone on the nightstand, wincing at the brightness of the screen. Your group chat was blowing up.
Shotaro: [Voice note: 0:25]
Yunjin: ????????????????
Yunjin: HELLO????
Sohee: lol
You smiled, typing out a quick I’m alive, tell you later before tossing the phone back down. You noticed Yunjin’s silver digi cam sitting on the nightstand. She must have slipped it into your bag before you left the venue.
Curious, you turned it on and clicked through the photos from last night. There was the one of you in the parking garage, the group photo Anton took, a blurry one of the stage, and then the one Yunjin had secretly taken of you on Anton’s shoulders.
“What are you looking at?” a rough, sleep-heavy voice mumbled against your skin.
You turned the camera off, sliding back down under the covers and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Nothing. Just pictures from yesterday.”
contains: friend/fwb!anton x friend/fwb!reader - fwb to lovers ???
cw: mdni! lots of touching, praise kink, pet names, unprotected pinv (don’t do that), the l word, overstimulation, tony likes u a lot ok
a/n: antonio story is live and PHEW this pic..… was lowkey nervous abt this one idk why. i feel like anyone who writes about tony writes him so well and i hope this reaches that level lmaoo, anyway i hope you enjoyed this one and the kyrell fic YOI anon ! this was sitting so long in my drafts that i have a new scenario for antonio brewing in my mind lmao,, thank u to kali uchis for the title. it basically translates to ‘how i love you’ or ‘the way i love you’.. enjoy !!
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"Tony-" you called out towards the living room where you last left him. Anton came over earlier in the morning mostly to hand out and becasue he said he 'missed you'. You and Anton have been friends for a few years and within this past year you both came to the agreement to impliment benefits from eachtoher.
Both of you had an understanding and you both did a great job at separating the two things of hanging out and hanging out to have sex.
Anton was the one to bring it up first during a night he stayed over. The thought crossed your mind before and you were open to the idea, especially with someone you knew well like Anton. It was awkward at first but by the third and fourth time it felt normal.
Anton hummed loudly as a response, "did you say you wanted a drink?" you asked out loud gathering all your things to head back to the livng room grabbing him a drink even if he didn't want one.
"I said it was okay and that I brought my tea from home" he said seeing come in the living room with your hands full "I did however say to bring the popcorn because.... I like popcorn" he chuckled out.
The movie played for a little bit but you could tell Anton was loosing interest and getting antsy. He politely put his hand on your thigh getting your attention. You looked over and all it took was him giving a look with his brown eyes and saying a small 'can we... please', and responding with a nod granting him permission.
Anton immediately shifted and guided you back into the pillows to let you fully lay on your back. He was always so aware and very gentle with you and made sure to take his time. He admitted one time that one of his favorite parts was kissing you. He's always so passionate. His lips covered yours, then slyly slipping in his tongue humming a sound in your mouth as his hands slowly made their way down your body.
You took a hold of his broad shoulders massaging them just a bit, arching up to him getting desperate for more of his touch.
"Tony-" you breathed out running your fingertips through his hair as Anton reluctantly moved away from your lips traveling down your jaw.
"Shh, let me take care of my girl" he mumbled agaisnt your skin. My girl.. He never called you that before and you responded with a soft sigh. “Need you so bad right now-“ he whispered near your ear.
Anton ran his hand down your body swiftly taking off your baggy sweatpants to expose your wet heat to him. His fingers sliding up your slit making you jolt just a bit from his touch.
"Oh baby, you're already so wet for me" he kissed you on your cheek "always so wet.." He removed his fingers quickly to put in his mouth with a small groan.
"Shit-" you cursed out closing your eyes tugging at Anton's hair as he put his wet fingers on your sensitive bud giving it a gentle rub. He always knew exactly how to touch you. He applied just the right amount of pressure and did the circles you liked the best.
Anton attached his lips back to yours, almost getting sloppy but he remained composed as best he could. He stimulate you well with his fingers and his mouth. That was all he needed to do for you.
His fingers got faster rubbing circles while he entered his tongue in your mouth. His mouth always so warm and sweet, it made you fall apart each time.
"Anton please I'm-" you whined out breathlessly into his mouth.
"Come for me, let me make you feel good please" he said quietly, fingers getting faster.
You came hard with a loud moan, rolling your head back and arching your back up digging you nails into the back of Anton’s biceps for something to hold onto.
Your eyes closed for a few second and you felt Anton softly rub his hard tip against your sensitive clit making you twist your body away from him with a yelp.
He reached for your hips to turn you back to him. "Ahh- Anton wait- I'm still" you tired pushing him back to give you a few more seconds to recover.
"You can take it, I know you can" Anton encouraged grabbing you face with his hand to make you look at him giving you another long kiss.
"Keep your eyes on me baby." Anton instructed keeping eye contact with you but you were struggling. Anton took is time to enter you, going in slowly. He admitted to you a previous time that he prefers to do that so he can feel all of you.
"Shit you're always so tight and warm for me-" he slightly panted out. The feeling of him bottoming inside you made you feel so full of this pretty boy on top of you. It made your head spin, causing you to roll your eyes into your skull and drag out a loud moan.
"You're doing so good for me princess, I love the way you moan for me" he lifted his head up more to give you a sloppy, wet and hot kiss this time making sure to connect his forehead with yours once he pulled away.
Anton thrusted slowly making sure to make it last for as long as he could. He let out a groan as you clenched around him. You knew you couldn't last long. You reached for the back of his neck and grabbed the side of the couch cushion.
"One more for me please I want it so bad, you're doing such a good job baby" he huffed into your ear with his hot breath. His praise and overstimulation was just enough to have your second release hit you hard.
“Shit Tony I'm-“ you whine out wrapping your legs around him pulling him close to you and getting a firmer grip on the couch cusion.
"Oh fuck I feel you clen-" he gasped, "I'm- come with me please-" he cried out hunching forward laying on top of you. He let out multiple deep groans that turned into soft whines and whimpers as both of you came together.
Anton then wrapping his arms around your waist “..I love you” he said breathlessly into your neck giving you a kiss after a few seconds finally coming down from his orgasm. Then moving a bit to lay his head on your chest.
You blinked a few times looking away from the ceiling and looking down where Anton lied on top of you. His head rising and falling with your fast breathing coming down from your orgasm.
His long hair that always covered his eyes and his long perfect nose made him look so beautiful. Anton never ever said the L word - no matter how passionate the exchange was. It threw you off but made your body feel warm and fuzzy and made your heart pound in your chest.
You were going to ask him what he meant or if he meant to say it but he beat you saying something. Or maybe some part of you wanted to say it back..
“Can...I be your boyfriend?” he asked shyly and more quietly than normal lifting his head up from your chest looking up into your eyes. His dark down eyes made you melt.
You stared down at him and put a hand in his cheek, offering him a small smile.
Summary: no matter how many times he tries, your boyfriend Anton just can't make you cum... until tonight
Genre: smut, LOTS of it, p in v, oral, very angsty (you've been warned), toxic relationship vibes
Word count: 3k
“It’s been ages, do you think you’re close?”
Anton looked up at you from between your legs.
You were lying on your bed, stark naked, sweat dripping between your breasts, whilst Anton tried his best to eat you out. His chestnut brown hair was ruffled, and a light blush tinged his high cheekbones. His plump lips were wet with your slick.
“Not really…” you said, staring up at a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling.
When you had first started dating Anton, things were amazing. Anton was tall, athletic, with a pretty face and a gentle voice. Impossibly, he was into you, the shy nerdy girl who was more comfortable with anime characters than real boys, and who disappeared into the crowd at parties.
Anton had this soft and sweet side he only showed to you. After swim practices, he’d carry you on his shoulders and run through the college sports field. With his large hands holding your thighs in place and your hair blowing in the wind, you felt like you could fly.
Tonight, the feeling of Anton’s breath on your pussy felt cold and alien. Every instinct in your body was telling you to push his head away. But you figured that would hurt his feelings, so you just balled your hands into fists instead, and took it as best as you could.
In your tiny, brick-walled studio apartment, Anton was all wrong. He was too tall to fit on your single bed, too loud for your neighbours, and too clumsy to be left alone around your things.
Anton leant back down towards your cunt.
He poked out his tongue and swirled it over your pussy lips, jabbing at your clit and then licking down to your hole. His movements were too harsh, and yet somehow also ticklish.
When he prodded his tongue into you, you winced.
You and Anton had been at this for the best part of an hour. He’d started with his hands, clumsily fingering you with his big, thick fingers. Then, he got down on his knees and buried his face between your thighs.
Anton sighed. “My jaw hurts. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
No matter how many times he tried, Anton just couldn’t make you come. In the early months of dating, Anton had seen it as fun challenge. He’d tried to fuck you in a hundred different ways - in the bed, on the kitchen counter, against a wall, even once in a jacuzzi after dark, just to see if one of them would hit the spot.
The problem was, none of them did.
You and Anton had been dating for a whole year now, and the routine was getting stale. You had orgasmed on your own many times, and even your first boyfriend could to make you come. But there was something about Anton that meant you couldn’t orgasm, no matter how attractive you found him, or how much you liked him.
The disconnect had seeped out of the bedroom and started affecting the rest of your life with Anton. You no longer found his antics funny, and his cocky attitude was just annoying. You couldn’t help but notice that he also didn’t look at you with the same hunger as he did when you first started dating.
“Why don’t you just stop, Anton. I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight.”
Anton frowned. “No.”
He reached forwards and pushed two fingers into your pussy again. He scissored his fingers into you, pushing at the soft, squishy ridges on the inside of your cunt.
You felt the beginnings of pleasure build inside of you. It was a like a low rumbling, pre-historic, almost forgotten. But almost as soon as it began to wax into something you could enjoy, it waned, and disappeared forever.
You could feel your pussy drying up, and soon, the friction of Anton’s fingers inside you felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
You pushed him away from your thighs.
Anton sat up. The bottom half of his face was gleaming, and his lips were rubbed raw, a dark pink. He was hunched over, muscled arms crossed over his chest. He always had the worst posture.
Anton looked worn out. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his curls were matted with sweat against his forehead.
To be fair, Anton had been trying his best to get you off. You began to feel sorry for him. You were thinking about sucking his dick for a while as a reward for all of his effort.
But then, Anton’s face twisted into something unrecognisable.
“You know, Y/n. Maybe there’s something wrong with you. I’ve never had this problem with girls before. And I’ve been with a lot of them. A lot.”
There was a stern edge to his voice that you’d rarely heard. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.
You scowled. “Great. Why don’t you talk more about all the women you’ve fucked. That’s definitely going to get me wet.”
Anton rolled his eyes. “You’re so… immature.”
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and let out a shaky breath.
“I just can’t relax when I’m with you, Anton. You don’t… listen. I’ve asked you to meet my parents fifteen times, and you keep making up lame excuses not to. Do you even want to be with me?”
You were acutely aware that you were still naked. But the blanket had fallen down onto the floor beside Anton, and you didn’t want to get close to him to reach it.
“Ha.” Anton laughed, with no humour on his face. “So you can’t cum because I said no to meeting your parents? That is some fucked up logic, Y/n. Stop being such a girl.”
For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.
You flopped back onto the mattress and flung your arm over your face, covering your eyes.
“Let’s just call it,” you murmured. You weren’t sure if you were talking about this evening, or your whole relationship.
Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your ankle.
Anton pulled you to the edge of the bed, sliding you effortlessly across the sheets, as if you were a doll, not a person.
You yelped at the sudden movement.
When you pulled your arm away from your face, you gasped.
Anton was standing at the edge of the bed, holding his heavy cock in his hand, and stroking it. Somehow, in the last few seconds, he had removed his sweatpants, and was now silently jerking himself off, eyes glued to your cunt.
“What are you doing?” you asked, covering your pussy with your hands. You felt heat warm your cheeks.
“Don’t I get to cum tonight?” he said, his black eyes wobbling.
You sighed, and let your head fall back down against the mattress. “I guess so.”
Anton positioned himself between your thighs. Then, he pushed his cock into you without any warning. He penetrated you deep, right to the brim all in one go, and began to thrust.
There was no talking as you fucked.
Anton leaned forwards and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them in each of his big hands. He held onto your breasts for stability as he jerked into you, hips slapping against you.
Each time your nipples brushed against his palm, you felt little sparkles of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough to make you wet. Your orgasm was like a mirage, shimmering on the horizon, but disappearing as soon as you neared it.
You could feel your cunt getting drier by the minute, and you knew Anton could feel it too.
The sex was awkward. You kept your head turned to the side, trying not to look at him. Every time your eyes accidentally locked, one of you blushed and looked away.
The only sounds in the room were the knocking of the headboard against the wall, and the clinking of Anton’s silver necklace as it swung against his chest with each thrust.
His penis was warm and heavy, pushing you from the inside, forcing you to stretch around him. It hurt, even though he’d done this with you a hundred times.
There was a burn in your inner thighs as you kept your legs spread. You don’t know how much longer you could do this.
Anton screwed his eyes shut and fucked into you faster, chasing his own release. You were little more than a warm hole to him. You felt tears push against your eyes, threatening to spill.
He let out a low grunt.
Anton pulled out of you without warning, and came all across your stomach. You felt a hot liquid splash across the mound of your pussy and drip down your thighs.
Anton jerked his angry red cock rapidly, hunched over your body, as more cum shot out in short bursts. You could feel some leaking onto your navel, then soaking into your pubic hair.
There was so much cum it was almost obscene. Anton was letting it spill all over you with wild abandon. It was like he made a mess on you on purpose, just to show off that he could orgasm and you couldn’t. It was mean, but that’s what Anton was like.
You felt sticky and used, but still wound up tight. After all, you didn’t get to cum.
Anton sighed, his body relaxing.
He took at long look at your sprawled out form, his expression unreadable.
Anton pushed himself off you and stood up. He paced around the room, picking up his discarded clothes and dressing himself. He pulled on his varsity jacket.
You lay on the bed, unmoving, with Anton’s cum cooling and beginning to dry on your naked body. He sat on the edge of the bed and laced up his shoes.
Without handing you a towel to clean up or saying a word, Anton walked to the door of your apartment and left. He slammed the door behind him.
You stayed on your back for far too long, looking up at the cracks on the exposed brick.
Seconds faded into minutes. You could hear the muffled laughter of the neighbours coming through the wall. They sounded happy. You don’t remember the last time you felt that way.
The door clicked open.
You lifted your head up off the mattress and looked towards the door. It was Anton. His cheeks were whipped red and his jacket dark with rain.
“Did you forget something?” you asked.
Anton strode into the centre of the room, his eyes alight.
“Get up,” he said, pulling you up by your arm.
His fingers dug into the flesh of your arm as he lifted your entire weight, making you yelp.
Anton pulled you towards him and captured your mouth in a rough kiss, as if he was trying to force life into you through his lips. His tongue was warm and wet as it pushed into your mouth.
He bit into the soft plumpness of your lips, drawing blood.
“I love you,” he whispered, his hands gripping onto your waist like a life raft. “I want to do whatever it takes to make this work.”
Your head was spinning from the sudden switch in his behaviour. You were acutely aware that you were still bare before him. Your nipples brushed against the rough fabric of his jacket.
You tried to kiss him back and match the rhythm of his lips, but he was too much, too fast.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” Anton said, voice tight.
Before you had a chance to say anything, Anton turned you around and pushed you down onto the bed, so that you were on all-fours, with your butt exposed to him. You thought about how your pussy might look from behind, and blushed.
Anton climbed onto the bed behind you and kneaded the soft flesh of your ass.
You heard the sound of a belt buckle clinking, and then suddenly, you felt Anton’s heavy, firm cock prod against the back of your thigh. You were surprised that he was erect again so soon.
“I’m gonna make you come this time, baby. I promise,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips.
You’d never fucked doggy style with Anton before. It felt strange, being on your hands and knees like this. Vulnerable.
When Anton pushed his cock into your vagina, you cried out.
He fucked you with a new determination, grabbing onto your hips and pummelling you from behind.
Anton was moaning, almost pornographically, as he jerked his cock into you, pelvis smacking against your ass.
You knew this should turn you on. Any girl would give a year of their life to trade places with you - to get a chance to be fucked by such a handsome and athletic guy. But somehow, you just couldn’t enjoy it.
The force of Anton’s thrusts increased until your arms gave out, and your chest hit the mattress with a soft thump. You turned your head to the side and rested it on the pillow.
You let your eyes slip shut as you were rocked back and forth by his rhythmic thrusting.
With your eyes closed, your mind started to wander. You went to a place, buried deep, where you didn’t normally allow yourself to go.
A flash of dark hair.
Wide eyes.
Prominent collarbones. Whimpers when you kissed them.
You felt sparkles of pleasure travel up your legs and to your core. Just like that, Anton’s cock inside you started to feel pleasurable. You heard a loud moan escape your lips.
You screwed your eyes tighter shut, desperately trying to grasp onto the image in your mind’s eye.
Broad, tanned shoulders.
Wet lips pressed against your ear and whispers of sweet nothings.
A slender cock that curved to the side and squeezed your cunt just right.
Wonbin.
All the memories of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back. With them came a gush of wetness soaking your pussy, and coating Anton’s cock in slick.
Wonbin shattered your heart into a million pieces and then smiled like he didn’t even know he had hurt you. That was two years ago, but the wound still felt fresh.
Anton must have felt the slickness in your pussy, because he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusting. He started to glide in and out of you like hot butter.
He curved his arm around to your front and started to rub harsh, tight circles on your clit.
“Just like that,” You moaned, the sound half muffled by a pillow.
You started to push your hips back against Anton, meeting him at each of his thrusts.
It may have been Anton’s cock inside you, but it was Wonbin in your mind, egging you on, coaxing your orgasm to the surface.
You thought about how Wonbin would go down on you for hours, till your cunt was sticky with slick and trembling with aftershocks. He wouldn’t come up for air, not even when you tugged his hair and dug your nails into his smooth, muscled back.
The pleasure in your cunt started to build again. Slowly at first, then rushing to a crescendo.
“I’m going to-” you gasped, your breath caught in your throat. Your orgasm crashed into you like a train, exploding over every inch of your body.
Anton must have felt how your pussy started to clench around his cock, squeezing him vice-tight. He groaned in surprise. The feeling was too intense for him, and before he knew it, he was coming too. He spilled into your hot, wet cunt.
“Fuck!” he grunted. The force of his own orgasm surprised him.
His cum mixed with your juices and dripped down your trembling thighs.
Anton pulled his dick out of you and slumped onto the bed. Sweaty. Exhausted. Jubilant.
Your eyes were still shut. You knew that when you opened them, he would disappear, and you wanted more than anything to hold onto that memory for a moment longer.
Anton pulled you towards him, manoeuvring you so that your body was pressed into his side.
“I did it,” he said, kissing your hair. “I finally fucking did it.”
You opened your eyes and turned to look at Anton’s face. His brown, simple eyes stared back at you.
“You did it,” you whispered.
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before lying back down and nuzzling against him.
What Anton doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you thought, before drifting off to sleep.
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synopsis you’re just barely getting a grip on your new assistant manager role for the town’s dingy burger joint when quiet new hire anton joins your crew. in the dead of a brutal scorching summer, you juggle having to keep the restaurant afloat, rekindling the flame of a lost dream, and navigating a blossoming connection with your junior employee. what awaits you this summer in this rickety, oily, and steamy dump?
pairing new hire!anton x f!assistant manager!reader (ft. coworkers! riize)
genre modern au, romance, comedy, EVENTUAL smut (MDNI), slow burn, coworkers (friends?) to lovers, slice of life, fluff, angst
wc TBD
warnings forbidden (?) trope (employer/boss x employee), slightly older!reader (only a year or two), fem!reader, cursing and profanity, mentions of heatstroke, series takes place in high stress environment, mentions of food, teasing, sexual tension, will continue to add
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anton who’s always a soft and smiley guy with a long patience but a sudden switch happened because he got jealous. maybe he gets jealous with another member or someone 🙉
it was a thursday night in seoul, the kind where the air still carried the leftover chill from march even though april had rolled in. you sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, the steam from the ramyeon cup warming your face as you slurped noodles straight from the container. the tv played some random variety show in the background, but your phone was the real distraction.
you: im eating ramyeon
the reply came after a minute.
anton: thats good
simple, like always. you typed again.
you: wyd?
anton: im studying
you stared at the screen for a second, the blue light reflecting off your eyes. third-year political science at snu wasn't a joke. anton spent most of his days buried in books or in the library, prepping for discussions on international relations or whatever dense theory they threw at them that week. he was soft-spoken when he talked to you, gentle even, always answering your texts even if it was just a short line. but you knew better than to ask him to drop everything and come over every time. he always found his way back eventually, though, slipping into your routine like he belonged there.
you didn't push tonight. instead, you finished the ramyeon, tossed the cup, and scrolled through messages. sungchan's text popped up from earlier. his apartment party tonight. nothing huge, just a bunch of his friends from different majors blowing off steam mid-semester. sungchan had become your friend through anton somehow, the three of you hanging out enough times that invitations extended to you even when anton was swamped.
you didn't tell anton. he was studying, and you didn't want to pull him away or make it seem like you expected him to babysit your social life. you threw on jeans and a simple top, grabbed your jacket, and headed out. the subway ride to sungchan's place near campus was quick, the car half-empty at this hour.
sungchan's apartment was already buzzing when you arrived. music thumped low from a speaker in the living room, not too loud but enough to feel the bass. about twenty people scattered around—some on the couch arguing over a game, others in the kitchen mixing drinks from whatever bottles were on the counter. sungchan spotted you right away, waving you in with that easy grin of his.
"hey, you made it. grab a drink, yeah? everyone's chill tonight."
his friends were the usual mix: loud but friendly, the kind who pulled you into conversations without making it awkward. you danced a bit in the cleared space near the speaker, nothing crazy, just moving to the rhythm while holding a plastic cup of soju mixed with something sweet. a couple shots went down easy, warming your chest. the room felt alive in that typical college way—laughs cutting through the music, someone yelling about a recent exam fail.
you were in the middle of the small dance area, half-laughing at a story one of the girls was telling, when a hand landed on your waist from behind. not aggressive at first, but definitely trying to pull you closer. you shifted, trying to turn and see who it was, but the crowd pressed in a little and the guy didn't let go right away.
"hey, come on—" you started, voice steady but annoyed.
"that's enough."
the voice cut through clear, low and even. you knew it immediately. anton. he wasn't shouting, wasn't making a scene, but the tone left no room for argument. his face was blank when you finally turned— no smile, no soft look he usually saved for you. just a tight jaw and eyes hidden behind those thin-framed glasses he wore when he read late.
he reached out, fingers wrapping around your wrist, not rough but firm enough to guide. you let him tug you through the room toward the short hallway that led to the bathroom. people glanced but didn't say much; sungchan's parties had their moments, and everyone knew anton was the quiet type anyway. the restroom door clicked shut behind you, the music muffling to a distant hum.
the small space felt even smaller with both of you in it. a single bulb overhead cast warm light on the tiled walls. you pulled your arm back gently, heart picking up for reasons that weren't just the drinks.
"anton, wait— it's not what it looked like. that guy just came up, i was about to—"
he didn't interrupt with words at first. instead, he adjusted his glasses with one hand, pushing them up the bridge of his nose like he did when he was trying to collect his thoughts after a long study session. his other hand stayed near your arm, not holding anymore but close. the blank expression cracked just a bit— not anger exactly, but something tighter, frustrated in that quiet way he carried everything.
"i know," he said finally, voice soft but edged. "saw it from the door. still didn't like it."
you opened your mouth to explain more, but he stepped closer. the air between you shifted, heavy with the faint scent of his usual detergent mixed with the night outside. his jaw flexed once, visible even under the light stubble he sometimes forgot to shave during crunch weeks. then his hand came up, cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing near your cheekbone.
no big declaration. just the way he looked at you for a beat, like the studying and the distance and the random guy had worn through the usual gentleness for a second. he leaned in slow, giving you time, but when his lips met yours it wasn't tentative.
the kiss started firm, his mouth warm and insistent in a way that didn't match the soft-spoken guy who texted back short replies. you tasted the faint mint from whatever gum he chewed to stay awake during all-nighters. his free hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him as he backed you gently toward the sink counter. glasses fogged a little from the closeness.
you kissed back, hands sliding up to his shoulders, feeling the tension there from hours hunched over political theory texts. it deepened quick— tongues brushing, a quiet sound escaping him when you nipped at his bottom lip. his jaw moved under your fingers as he angled his head, kissing harder, like he needed to remind both of you why he came crawling back every time. one hand left your face to grip the edge of the counter beside you, steadying himself. the other stayed at your waist, thumb pressing in just enough.
"fuck..." he muttered against your mouth, pulling back half an inch to adjust his glasses again. they were crooked now, lenses slightly smudged. he looked at you, breath a little uneven, the blank mask gone and replaced with that familiar softness mixed with something hotter. his lips were flushed, hair a bit messier from your fingers.
you caught your own breath, the party noise still faint outside the door. "you were supposed to be studying."
"i was." his voice stayed low, almost a whisper. "got your last text. then sungchan mentioned you were here. couldn't focus after that."
he didn't apologize for showing up or for the tug to the bathroom. just leaned in again, slower this time, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth before trailing to your jaw. it wasn't rushed or dramatic—just real, the kind of moment that happened when two people orbiting each other in busy college lives finally collided. his hand slid up your back under your top, palm warm against skin, while you tugged lightly at the collar of his hoodie.
outside, someone laughed loud in the living room, a glass clinked. inside, it stayed just the two of you for a little longer, the makeout easing from that initial edge into something steadier, his gentleness creeping back in between the heavier kisses. anton wasn't the type for big scenes. he was the guy who studied late, answered texts simply, and showed up quiet when it mattered.
anton didn’t waste time. his hand was still around your wrist when he turned you around to face the sink, your hips pressing against the cool edge of the counter. the mirror in front of you fogged slightly from the warmth of the small room and your quick breaths. he stepped right behind you, chest to your back, and kept kissing you—mouth hot on the side of your neck, then moving to your jaw, then lower to the collarbone where your top had slipped a little.
his lips were firm, a little urgent, the kind of kisses that came from hours of holding back while buried in textbooks. you felt his breath against your skin, warm and uneven.
“anton… wait,” you said quietly, voice catching as his hand slid under your top. “not here. they’re right outside.”
he didn’t stop. when his mind locked onto something, he could be stubborn like that—quietly, without raising his voice or making it dramatic. he just hummed low against your neck, the sound vibrating through you.
“i know,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “but i saw that guy’s hand on you. didn’t like it.” his voice stayed soft, almost gentle even now, but there was an edge underneath. “just need a minute with you.”
you tried to turn your head to look at him, but he kept you facing the mirror, one hand on your waist holding you steady while the other worked the button of your jeans. the denim slid down your hips with a realistic tug—his fingers a little clumsy from the angle and the heat of the moment, but determined. cool air hit your skin as the fabric pooled around your thighs.
“anton—”
“shh,” he whispered, not mean, just focused. his hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding you already warm and slick from the drinks and the sudden closeness. he rubbed slow circles at first, gentle pressure that made your knees feel unsteady. “you’re so wet already.”
a small sound escaped you and you gripped the edge of the sink. he kept going, fingers playing, teasing the spot that made your breath hitch. then he slid one finger in, slow and careful, curling it just right. you arched slightly, back pressing into his chest. the movement made you lean more over the sink, and anton followed, leaning down with you so his body stayed flush against yours.
“fuck… you feel good,” he said under his breath, voice low and a little rougher than usual. he added a second finger, pumping steadily, the wet sound quiet but unmistakable in the small bathroom. his thumb kept rubbing outside, building it up. “been thinking about you all night instead of my readings.”
you breathed out a shaky laugh, trying to keep quiet. “you were supposed to be studying… not showing up here and doing this.”
“couldn’t focus after sungchan said you were coming,” he admitted, lips back on your neck, sucking lightly. “kept picturing you here, dancing, someone else trying to touch you.” his fingers moved faster, curling deeper. “this is mine tonight.”
your legs trembled a little and you felt the pressure building quick— the alcohol loosening everything, his steady touch doing the rest. you came with a quiet gasp, hips jerking against his hand, one palm slapping lightly on the mirror for balance. anton didn’t pull away right away. he kept his fingers inside you through it, slowing but not stopping until the waves eased.
when he finally slid them out, he brought them up to your mouth. “open,” he said softly. you did, tasting yourself on his fingers as he pushed them past your lips. his eyes met yours in the foggy mirror. “good girl. always so good for me.”
he kissed your temple, gentle now, while you caught your breath. you were sweaty, hair sticking a little to your forehead, cheeks flushed. anton’s free hand moved between you, unbuckling his belt with a metallic clink that sounded loud in the quiet space. he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, his cock hard and warm against your ass.
“sorry,” he whispered, voice back to that soft-spoken tone, almost apologetic even while he lined himself up. “i know it’s not the best place… but i need you right now.”
you nodded, still breathing hard. “just… be quick. someone might knock.”
he pressed in slowly, careful at first, a low groan escaping him as he sank deeper. “shit… you’re tight.” his hand gripped your hip, steadying both of you. once he was fully in, he paused, forehead resting against the back of your shoulder. “you know you can call me anytime, right? huh?”
you let out a small breathy sound as he started moving, slow thrusts at first. “yeah… i know.”
“good. because i’ll come crawling back to you every time,” he said, voice low against your ear, punctuating the words with a deeper push. “doesn’t matter how many readings i have. doesn’t matter if it’s late. i’ll be here.”
the rhythm built gradually—realistic, not perfect, the angle a little awkward over the sink but it worked. his hips snapped forward steadily, one hand sliding up your back under your top while the other stayed on your hip. the sound of skin meeting skin was muffled by your bodies pressed close.
“feels good?” he asked quietly, breath warm on your neck. “tell me.”
“yeah… fuck, anton, right there,” you answered, voice hushed. you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. “don’t stop.”
he didn’t. he kept going, pace picking up just enough, glasses slipping down his nose again. he adjusted them quickly with one hand without breaking rhythm. “you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured. “all flushed and taking me in sungchan’s bathroom.” a small, almost shy laugh escaped him at how ridiculous it sounded, but he didn’t slow down. “never thought i’d be doing this tonight instead of highlighting articles on foreign policy.”
you smiled despite the heat, gripping the sink tighter. “you’re such a nerd… even when you’re inside me.”
“your nerd,” he corrected softly, kissing the side of your jaw again. he reached around with his free hand, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “come on, baby. one more time. i want to feel you again.”
the second orgasm hit you harder, legs shaking as you clenched around him. anton groaned low, burying his face in your neck to muffle it. a few more thrusts and he followed, hips stuttering as he came inside you, breathing heavy against your skin.
he stayed there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, his arms loosely around you. the party noise filtered back in—someone laughing in the distance, music still playing. he pulled out carefully, grabbing some tissue from the counter to clean you up first, then himself. his movements were gentle again, the stubborn heat fading back into that quiet care.
“you okay?” he asked, voice soft as he helped pull your jeans back up, buttoning them for you. his glasses were still a little crooked, hair messy, cheeks pink.
you turned around to face him properly now, fixing his glasses for him with your fingers. “yeah. a little sweaty. you?”
“better,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “sorry if i got carried away. just… didn’t like seeing someone else touch you.”
“i know. it was nothing,” you told him, smoothing his hoodie. “but next time text me before you show up like a jealous boyfriend.”
he gave a small smile, the soft one that made his eyes crinkle a bit. “not boyfriend yet. but i can be. if you want.”
the words hung there, simple and real, no big confession under dramatic lighting. just anton, 21, third-year poli sci, buried in books most days, standing in a bathroom at his friend’s party with you after fucking you over the sink because he couldn’t stay away.
he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want to stay longer or head out? i can walk you back. or we can go somewhere quieter if you’re not done with me yet.”
you hadn’t ended the night. the party was still going, and so were the two of you.
Omgg please write abt how would riize react while getting caught fucking their girlfriend in their dorm room like Anton has mentioned that taro never knocks just burst in
i don't typically take requests btw but this sparked something in me so i'll write something short 🤓 for each scenario, i'm going with the idea that it's a riize member and not a manager/staff member who barges in bc i feel like the latter would look drastically different given the relationship dynamics at play
riize - when they get caught having sex in their dorm room by another member
a/n: this is just my personal analysis based off my perception and observations of the members' personalities. all of this is fiction/fantasy
shotaro
shotaro is usually such a soft and kind person, but I feel like the member who barged into his room would see his frustrated/mean side. because shotaro is so busy most of the time, he truly values the [little] intimate time he gets with his s/o, and he has a mindset of wanting everything to be perfect when he's with them. he wants to devote all of his attention on you and you only, and in turn expects the same. i even feel like he's the type to send a message in the riize gc in advance of his GF coming over that's like, "i'm having my GF over, PLEASE knock before you come in." but there would be that one member (why am i imagining anton) who forgot to read it and barges in anyway, angering shotaro to the max. he'll make a loud groaning sound and yell, "didn't i tell you guys to knock!!!!" even after that member has already closed the door out of shock. not only is shotaro pissed that his partner's privacy was violated, but he's also upset that the amazingly sweet and vulnerable moment you two were sharing has essentially been ruined. he would be so upset that he couldn't possibly get back in the mood and continue with the sex as if nothing happened. his first move is to get dressed and go address it with that member immediately. even when he's upset i feel like he's such a levelheaded communicator, he'd still apologize to his member for having to see that but also remind them to read the gc and knock next time. his poor s/o would have to wait until he's back calm again before he could continue with the sex.
eunseok
as expected, my nonchalant king eunseok would be the least phased out of everyone. even once he's noticed his member's face at the door, he'll continue moving inside you as if its nothing. he'll make a sarcastic remark to whoever it is like, "like what you see?" or "wanna join?" he somehow manages to make it so that the member who accidentally walked in feels more embarrassed than he does for getting caught. after the member has left, eunseok's partner will be so mortified, but he'll only tease them for it. he'll incorporate the situation into his dirty talk, saying stuff like, "guess I should fuck you faster before another person comes in, hmmm?" or "think he'll jerk off to what he's saw?" in sum, eunseok is not letting anything or anyone stop him from getting his nut. i don't even think he would address it with that member afterward. if they say something to him about it, he'll behave as if he completely forgot about it, and for the most part, he has. all he'll say is an absent-minded, "ohhhhh...my bad."
sungchan
his first thought and priority upon getting caught is to cover your body, 1.) because he's a caring and protective partner who's concerned about your privacy and comfort but also 2.) he's possessive and doesn't want anyone else enjoying the sight of what's his and his only. after the member who intruded has left, sungchan would lowkey be in shock. he'd need a minute to pause and collect himself after the unexpected moment. though he's usually a pretty confident person, i feel like he has a secret bashful side that would be embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing him during such an intimate moment (i'm thinking specifically abt how he freaked out and couldn't stop talking about it when he realized his abs were included in the impossible MV). he'd be at his most unsure, asking his partner reassuring questions like, "you don't think he saw anything for real, do you?" eventually he'd continue fucking you, but he wouldn't be able to help himself from still thinking about the interruption. hilariously i feel like he'd be balls deep inside of you and still be saying stuff like, "ughhh, i can't believe that happened," and even playfully scold you like, "i told you to lock the door." once either of your orgasms approach, however, he'll fully lock back in. after you're done having sex, he'd address the situation with the member who interrupted privately, apologizing and lowkey asking them not to tell anyone what they saw.
wonbin
his reaction would be a mixture between shotaro and eunseok. similar to shotaro, i think he'd be really angry and annoyed at whoever interrupted him. when wonbin has sex, it's never casual or light-hearted; he truly strives for intense, intimate, soul-bearing experiences, and so an interruption has a bigger impact on him than it may the average person that's just fucking for fun more than anything else. his words to whoever interrupted him would be an angry, "get out," or "fuck off!" that would cause them to immediately slam the door shut. he's like eunseok in the sense that the interruption doesn't stop him from continuing with the sex. his movements inside of you never cease, and outside of a sigh, or perhaps an apology to you, he doesn't address the situation at all. i'd even guess that his frustration at being interrupted would make the sex better, as he's incredibly hot when he's angry, and he expresses his anger by fucking you even harder. i don't think he'd feel bashful about being caught at all because he seems like the type of person who believes bodies are just bodies, sex is just sex, and that only an immature person would be ashamed at those sorts of things. when addressing it with the member who interrupted later, he'd lowkey scold them, especially if it was one of the younger members, telling them to always knock and reminding them of the importance of privacy.
sohee
my poor sohee would be so embarrassed. he's the kind of person who doesn't mind people knowing he gets pussy --- and in fact takes pride in them knowing --- but wouldn't actually want people to see all of the ways he behaves during the act, mostly because he's very expressive and emotional when he fucks and is absolutely mortified at the idea of being teased for something like that. after getting interrupted, he'd immediately stop what he was doing and cover his face in his hands, all while his entire body turns tomato red. he'd then proceed to scold you, half-playfully and half-seriously, for not remembering to lock the door. getting him to continue with the sex after the interruption will take a lot of coaxing and reassurance. he's so stubborn that i feel like he'd resolve himself towards just making you come really quickly and then stopping with the sex entirely, not even caring about his own pleasure anymore. afterwards, he will never bring the situation back up with that member again. he just hopes they didn't see anything significant and that if they did, they'll forget it and never speak of it with him ever.
anton
first of all, i don't even think he'd put himself in a position to have sex if he felt like there's a chance of getting caught --- that's how much he's afraid of another member seeing him in that position. but let's say his partner managed to somehow coax him into doing it anyway. his reaction to being interrupted is a more extreme version of sohee's. he'll be absolutely mortified, particularly because he dreads getting teased about it later. even after the member who interrupted has left, he'll start to fake sob in his hands, and unlike sohee, he won't even consider continuing with the sex in any capacity. His whole mood is ruined, not just for that moment, but for the rest of the day. He'll literally sulk and mope around about it, and any other conversation he has with you that day will somehow lead back to him expressing his embarrassment about what happened. like shotaro, he'll want to address it with the member who interrupted as soon as possible. he'll be completely and utterly apologetic, whereas i feel like all of the riize members would nonchalantly be like, "no worries, do your thing bro," which anton wouldn't be able to accept. the experience would lowkey traumatize him in the sense that he'd claim to never want to have sex in his room again (though i feel like in a few weeks he could be convinced again; he just seems very gullible and simpish <3).
