imagine fucking anton and he’s being like a little mean..👀 ouuuu stoopppp
no but like we all know anton has such a sweet and soft voice, he’s very soft spoken and he seems like he would be kinda sweet, kinda vanilla, but like.
tonight there has been a shift. say, he’s come back to your apartment after kind of a rough practice day. there’s a countdown to an upcoming comeback. full album so it’s a really big deal. he comes home and he’s just like, “i need to relieve this stress, baby.” & he is not playing with you tonight.
he’s not mean in a no kissing way or even really a rough way, but when he’s in that, he’s not babying you as per usual.
it’s none of the usual, “oh, you’re so pretty baby,” “you’re always so good to me,” “i’m so lucky to have you.” — he’s to the fuckin point.
he knows you can treat him well, he’s secure in that fact and so, he takes advantage of your kindness🤷🏾♀️. (respectfully obviously).
he kisses you softly at first but you can feel the desperation build as his hands frantically roam your body. and the way his tongue pushes into your mouth is what first lets you know; there’s been a shift.
so he has you bent over, pulls your ass up towards him. he knows, you know what he needs,, he also knows what you need. so he’s not beating around the bush tonight.
and he fucks you in a way that reminds you he can dance ok. if that makes sense. like using his hips, he’s fucking you at the perfect angle that makes his tip drag against your g-spot with every fucking thrust.
and let me remind you👀 this anton is something serious tonight. like when i say mean, im talking, “aw, is that too much for you, baby?” “my baby can’t handle it, huh?” cs he knows he’s hitting it right.
rubbing your back all sweet and kind, holding onto your waist, just to tell you to “fucking take that shit. just like that, fuck.” and it makes you melt in his hands. the sound of his filthy words contrasting with his sweet voice drives you up the wall.
and maybe it’s those lips, but i just know he kisses good ... yeah. & who said you can’t kiss in doggy? not him!
so he’s gently holding your neck and kissing on you anyhow, any way he can. tongue sliding against yours, mouth open and panting with his face in your neck. kissing all over your neck too… just horny as hell.
he lets you know that as bad as he needs to cum & alleviate the pressure this comeback has on him, he still needs you to feel good too. so even with this cocky, dominant persona— he’s still begging you to cum at the end if it. the heart wants what it wants or whatever.
“i know, baby, i know.” your sounds are going straight to his ego, “i know, it feels good princess, i need you to cum for me.” he reaches down to play with your clit while he fucks you and when your orgasm hits you, his follows not too soon after.
and. despite it all, after he’s fucked away his work stress, he fucked away mean!anton too. again, the heart wants what it wants and i guess anton’s, deep down, wants him to be the sweet angel we all know and love.
he kisses all up and down your back before pulling out and pressing a kiss to your cheek. cs he likes youuuu ouoohhh.
a/n; the writers block has manifested into the form of drabble inspo… i guess this is what my heart wants chi
“mama?” fishie asks softly. you look up from the tiny pile of folded clothes in your lap. “yeah, baby?” she hugs one of the couch cushions to her chest, thinking for a second before asking, “how did you and appa meet?” your hands stop moving and across the room anton pauses. for a long second neither of you says anything. you slowly lift your head until your eyes meet his and judging by the expression already spreading across his face, he’s remembering exactly the same thing you are. fishie notices the silence immediately. she looks between the two of you, confused by the way you’ve both completely frozen. “what?” she asks innocently. “did i ask a hard question?”
you let out a small laugh, “no,” you answer carefully. “why do you ask?” she shrugs one shoulder. “everyone at school was talking about it today. mia said her mommy met her daddy in high school. emma said her mommy met her daddy at work. my teacher said her husband used to be her neighbor.” she tilts her head. “how did you meet?”
you open your mouth but nothing comes out because the first image that flashes through your mind is not romantic. it’s a crowded college house packed wall to wall with people. the music is so loud the floor shook beneath your feet while colored lights flashing across the ceiling. next thing you can recall is the unmistakable feeling of cheap alcohol burning in your throat. and yourself? standing on top of someone’s coffee table with your friends while you danced along to some song you can barely remember the name to.
you blink once and brought yourself back to reality. in that moment you realize you could not tell your six year old daughter that story. you glance back over at anton. his ears are already turning pink. fishie watches the silent conversation happening between the two of you with growing suspicion. “why are you looking at each other?”
“we’re thinking,” anton answers first, buying some time. “really hard. it was very long ago,” you add quickly. she accepts that answer for all of five seconds before asking again, “well?” anton clears his throat and looks at you. your eyes widen at him.
“you tell it better,” he says out loud. you let out a nervous laugh. “i do not.” “you do.” he responds. you glare at him, "anton i half remember that party." fishie immediately perks up. “… party?” both of you freeze.
"… what party?” she asks. anton coughs quietly into his fist. “see?” you mutter, pointing at him. “this is your fault.” fishie is smiling now, completely entertained by the fact that her parents seem incapable of answering one simple question. she climbs onto the couch beside you, tucking herself comfortably against your side, “did you meet at a birthday party?” she guesses. you almost laugh, “… something like that." fishie watches the two of you with bright, curious eyes, unaware that the version of the story currently playing through both of your heads because the truth is ridiculous.
the truth is that the first time anton ever saw you, you were standing on a table with a drink in one hand and drunk out of your mind.
the truth is the first time you ever saw anton, you weren’t even looking because you were busy falling directly into him. wonbin had practically dragged anton to that party against his will yet somehow that night ended with the two of you kissing in a closet.
you feel heat creeping into your face just remembering it. “mama?” fishie’s voice gently pulls you back into the living room. you blink “yeah?”
“you’re smiling.” you hadn’t even realized. you look down at her little face before glancing over at anton again. he’s smiling too. fishie nudges your arm gently. “can you tell me now?” you let out a quiet breath as your fingers instinctively brush through fishie’s hair. “maybe when you’re older,” you tell her with a smile. fishie’s brows knit together immediately. “how much older?”
“much older.”
she let out a dramatic sigh, “so i have to wait?” you kiss the top of her head, “you do.” she sits quietly for a moment before looking up at you again. “was it a good story?” your smile softens. you glance across the room at anton who hasn’t looked away from you once. “… the best one i’ve ever lived,” you answer.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 synopsis: Anton didn't realize you were dating. Now, he had to rack his brain to find ways on how to ask you out properly.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 word count: 4.5k
ᯓᡣ𐭩 genre: fluff, domestic/established relationship with anton
ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings: a semi-vivid description of the oc getting drunk, and having a period
ᯓᡣ𐭩 release date: 25/09/01
ᯓᡣ𐭩 notes: wrote this in the middle of exam week because school got me so overwhelmed. yeah, i know i should have finished my eunseok soulmate au but it is what it is 🙃 please enjoy 🫶🫶
It started with a ride home. You gave him your number so he could send you a message if he got home safe. The DMs turned into something more - messaging each other back and forth, sending memes you would find randomly while scrolling on your feed, or starting a tiktok streak with random videos you would like to have a discussion on. Soon, the random messages sent to each other turned into late-night talks where it got a little too personal, pouring your heart out on random things life throws at you, listing your aspirations, listening to his plans for the future, and talking about regrets and growth. The calls would take hours where neither of you wanted to hang up - waiting as one fell asleep instead.
The closeness was justifiable. After all, you’ve been in the same core group since you were introduced by a mutual friend, Sohee, to the circle back in college. Sohee had warned you that while the boy is friendly and approachable, he can be quite shy on the first meeting.
But Anton was a sweetie, you knew the first time you met. He smiled at you, introducing himself while simultaneously offering you some snacks he got from Sohee’s pantry. Sohee’s apartment was small, given that it was a studio especially targeted to college students. You still remembered how Anton, without saying any words, gave up his spot on the three-seater sofa for you. He was attentive, paying attention to your answers as the group interrogated you curiously. He didn’t ask you anything, just staring, nodding along, and occasionally throwing some jokes directed at the others.
It was only at the end of your hangout when you realized just how much Anton was paying attention. Sohee apologized repeatedly at how he won’t be able to accompany you back home. He had to cut the get-together short as he received a phone call about an extra shift he had to cover on his part-time. You had to reassure the poor boy you’d be fine and that you’d call him immediately as soon as you got home. And much to everyone’s surprise, it was Anton who volunteered to bring you home.
“Well, she lives near my place.” You didn’t even think he’d remembered where you live considering you just mentioned it in passing.
The ride home was pleasant and comfortable. You’ve been inseparable since then.
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To say Anton had kept you sane in your four-year relationship with college would be an understatement.
He was there when you were ranting about writing a 5000-word essay about the ethical challenges developed countries had to face when dealing with climate change. Climate change wasn’t even related to your program, you argued the whole time.
He was there, pulling an all-nighter next to you, as the both of you were studying for exams.
He was there, with a fire extinguisher in hand, when you almost burned your entire apartment building as you tried to copy a recipe hack for college students you saw on reels.
He was there every time you would randomly send a random place you’d found online in your group chat, asking if anyone wanted to go with you. More often than not, it almost always ends up with just the two of you.
He was there when you had a particularly bad period wherein you were effectively bedridden with how bad the cramps were, taking a rain check on a lunch Yushi planned. He sensed something was wrong, apologizing to Yushi for leaving early. Soon, he was at your apartment with a bunch of snacks he knew you’d like, and some extra period products and medications to help ease the cramps. He was so sweet the whole time, making the experience as comfortable as possible. The day ended with Lady and the Tramp playing on your laptop while his arms were enveloped around you, bringing you closer to his chest, as he wrapped the blanket even more tightly around the both of you.
He was there to pick you up when you got wasted after a celebratory night out with your research group for getting your title approved, carrying you on his back, holding your hair as you empty your stomach content, removing your makeup, and sleeping next to you in case you needed something in the middle of the night. He even woke up earlier than usual just to get you some breakfast and aspirin to help with the nasty hangover.
He was there when you ultimately bade farewell to your college, finally earning your degree and graduating.
He was still there, next to you, as the both of you embarked on the job searching process and eventually getting hired on your respective positions.
He has been a constant presence in your life - the random messages sent throughout the day when you would see something that reminds you of him or just simply telling him what you were doing, the weekends saved only for him as you spent some quality time with each other, the warm cuddles lulling you to the sleep whenever he stayed over, the clothes left in your closet, the pet names shared and inside jokes created, and the future planned together. You couldn’t imagine how life used to look like without him.
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Over the course of your friendship, the group acknowledged the brewing relationship between the two of you.
Just like with any friendship, it started with teasing. The knowing glances they share whenever you and Anton would arrive together at a gathering, or the subtle smirks when they see the both of you wrapped in your own worlds, or the teasing squeal they would make as Anton did something sweet for you. They never asked what you were - a silent acknowledgement that there was something else in there beyond what they see.
Adult friendship was difficult in a sense that everyone has different schedules and situations, making gathering really difficult to do so. Such gatherings always end up with one or two people missing. Nevertheless, Seunghan found a way to invite all the boys once in a while in what they usually call their very own “Boys Night Out.”
And that’s where Anton found himself, in the middle of Seunghan’s living room as he engages in a Mario Kart race with Sohee while getting interrogated on his “unlabeled” relationship with you.
“So you mean to tell me you’re not dating?” Seunghan said, his eyes still fixated on the monitor in front of him.
“We never talked about it.”
“Wait, let me reiterate all of that. You were planning on moving together without having the ‘talk’” Wonbin said with exasperation in his voice, air quoting the word ‘talk’ in the process, making Anton cringe at his words.
“It’s not like that. We’re just flatmates, essentially. We’re staying in different rooms. It helps with rent, and it’s near our work.” Anton tried to explain, his voice whiny and defeated.
“Yeah, flatmates who sleep next to each other whenever they like it.” Sohee snarkled, causing him to press the wrong button as Yoshi overtook Toad in the game.
“Darn you, Seunghan!” He cusses, making the other boy laugh.
“Convenient how your workplace is near each other’s. Didn’t you do job hunting together?” Shotaro asked.
Before Anton could even answer, Sungchan spoke. “Well, that’s how couples are. They make decisions together, find jobs where they can still meet halfways so they can grab dinner whenever they like, and reserve all their weekends to each other.”
Shotaro nodded in agreement.
“My weekends aren’t reserved for her, that’s why I’m here.” Anton pointlessly complained.
In which Sungchan replied with, “Doesn’t count. You were with her last night.”
Anton shut his lips knowing very well there’s no point in denying you were together last night. You took him to this fancy Italian restaurant you’ve been wanting to dine in for weeks. It supposedly had the best beef carpaccio in town; not like you and Anton knew much about Italian dishes. The both of you had been extremely busy the past few weeks and it makes the perfect excuse to eat together after a long exhausting week at your work.
“Not that I care about the details of your relationship, but say, have the two of you ever kissed?” Eunseok inquired, squinting his eyes in curiosity.
“They do. Saw it last week when I came over to Y/N’s place.” It was Sohee who answered for the boy. “I’m out!” He animatedly complained, throwing the controller at the couch as Seunghan finally defeated him, Eunseok taking the controller from the coach.
“I was just trying to hang out with Y/N because I have not seen her in a while. And there comes Anton, who, by the way, knows the key to her apartment. And my girl pecked his lips as a greeting. Who does that to a friend?!” It was almost comical the way Sohee narrated what happened, his eyebrows meeting halfway forming a crease on his forehead. And if Anton wasn’t being put in a hot seat, he would have laughed at his cuteness.
“It’s like they do it naturally.” Sungchan remarked with a slight teasing tone.
“Maybe we are dating. I don’t know. Sure, we act like that. But we never talked about it. We never explicitly said we were dating. So, I don’t know. Maybe Y/N doesn’t think we’re dating.” The boy, once again, tried to explain his side, knowing very well it was futile at this point.
“She calls you ‘Love.’” Wonbin stated in a as-a-matter-of-fact manner.
Anton couldn’t answer. You do call him ‘Love’ and his heart flutters every time you do so.
“I’m sure it will be fine. It’s not like their relationship is complicated. They’re totally committed to each other regardless of whether they put a label on it or not.” Shotaro said, finally ending the discussion about Anton’s complicated uncomplicated unlabeled relationship with you.
“Sion is opening a restaurant in Mokpo. We should drop by next weekend.” Wonbin suggested. Anton almost let out a sigh of relief with the change of the topic.
“I’m in!” Sohee said.
“How about the rest of you?”
Seunghan and Eunseok nodded their heads in agreement. Shotaro gave Wonbin a thumbs up in response.
“But Mokpo is so far away.” Sungchan whined.
“You’re just gonna rot away in your bed on the weekend anyways. At least, do something productive.” Eunseok jabbed at him.
“Fine. But I’m not going to drive.” The taller man whined in which Eunseok said something about how no one asked Sungchan to drive and that they could take the bus instead.
“How about you, Ton? You up?” Wonbin turned his head to the younger boy. Sensing the hesitation from him, he added, “You should come. It will be fun.”
“I would love to.” He started. “But, I'd have to ask Y/N first. It's a bit far, she'll be worried.”
Wonbin chuckled while the rest of the guys shook their heads in amusement.
“And he said they were not dating. You do realize that's how dating works, right?”
Anton could only grunt in reply, throwing the pillow he was holding at Wonbin.
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Later that night, Anton found himself in your apartment, hyperaware of anything that has to do with you.
He noticed how it was like an instinct to drive home to your place. It’s like the both of you know he’ll come straight at your place rather than his. You even took the privilege to order some takeouts from your favorite Chinese place. He didn’t have to tell you his order. Somehow, you knew he was craving the dish before he even realized. The delivery arrived shortly after him. He even realized the way his heart jumped at the way you beamed at him, asking him to relax and just sit back on the couch, as you went to the front door to receive your dinner. You prepared everything for him, opening up the takeout bags, handling his food, and preparing his cutlery. And how naturally you hand him the television remote control to let him pick what to watch - of course, it always ends up with the both of you binge watching Love Island on your shared Netflix account. He even noted the way you sweetly called him ‘love’ as you handed him the food. Sitting at the floor by the coffee table, you babbled about being excited to do this every night when you move together. He couldn’t help but to smile at the thought as well.
As the night began to settle in, Anton felt the warmth of your hands wrapping around his as you dragged him towards the bathroom for your nightly skincare routine. Before you, Anton wasn’t really particular with his skincare. He would just use some cleanser, moisturize his face, and then call it a day. He remembered how you used to nag him about him, about taking care of himself better, and he still remembered the very first time you asked him to join you with your nightly routine. He already memorized this by heart - double cleanse, some exfoliator once in a while, a toner, serum, and some hydrating cream. On some nights, you would use some sleeping mask and apply a similar one to himself. It was tedious sometimes but Anton doesn’t mind especially when he feels your soft hand caressing his face ever so carefully as you applied the product on him.
You cleansed your face at the same time, silence enveloping the both of you as you took turns at the sink. He patted a towel on his face and stood there waiting for you to finish applying toner and serum on your face. He knew by now that you preferred to apply the remaining product on him by yourself, something about your hand being more gentle than his, you argued before. But frankly, Anton thinks you just like pampering him. He doesn’t mind, not when he feels the warmth in your hands as you took care of him. Turning to him, you squeezed a generous amount of toner in your hand. It's like the muscle memory acting on its own as he ever-so-gently lifts you up by your waist and sets you down the cool porcelain sink counter. And by instinct, you parted your legs and let him settle in between as you proceed to put on the product in his face. Finishing your nightly skincare routine.
Anton also couldn’t help but noting how naturally it is for him to prepare two warm almond milks because it helps you prepare for bedtime, a habit he also adapted, while also preparing an adequate amount of trail mix in a bowl for the both of you. The routine shared every night you spent together.
Anton settled on the coach while scrolling on his phone, a blanket you prepared draped on his body, as he waited for you to dress in your pyjamas; the television is still on, Love Island is on pause, and two mugs of almond milk and the bowl of trail mix on the coffee table.
“Aww, you already prepared my milk. That’s so sweet.” You cooed as you stepped into the living room, sporting a pikachu pants and a grey hoodie Anton recognizes as his. In his eyes, you look the cutest like this - with a comfortable nightwear and a messy bun.
“I want it to cool down a little bit so it wouldn’t be that hot when you drink it.” You pouted, touched by how thoughtful he is when it comes to you. He knows your tongue isn't that strong when it comes to hot drinks and you tend to get tongue burns when you don’t let your drink cool.
“Move your blanket, Love. I wanna lay down on your chest.” He opened up the blanket, inviting you in his warm embrace as you assumed your position. Your upper body resting on his chest, a quiet sense of intimacy filling the room. You nestled your head comfortably around him as Anton’s arms wrapped around you while you held the bowl of trail mix.
Anton hit the play button on the remote control, letting the coziness embrace you fully.
After a while, he noticed how you snuggled closer to him, now hugging his sides instead. His arm still wrapped around you as the other one proceeded to comb your hair with his fingers, soothing you.
“Comfortable?” He asked. His tone is soft and quiet. You could only hum in reply.
“You always fall asleep halfway into the episode and I have to wake you up every time so you could brush your teeth.” He softly chuckled, you can feel the vibration in his chest.
“Can’t help it. You’re so homey.” You tiredly said, almost like a whisper. And he swore he could feel his heart flipped at your words. He bet you could feel it yourself as you continued to lay on his chest.
“You could brush my teeth for me.” You jokingly said.
He smiled softly at you as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, content with the soft moments you shared together. This time, he’s certain that whatever this is is something special.
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Anton spent nights and days thinking about your relationship. With the newfound realization of how intimate his relationship with you and how much he cherished you, he was even more affectionate to you know. He didn’t exactly understand what came over him, but he knew he had to make things official. It was yet another week with the boys when Anton decided he wanted to ask you out officially. Truth to be told, Anton, for a few days now, had been brainstorming on how to ask you out. Though, he never arrived at a definite plan. He figured he had to prepare himself for the inevitable teasing when he ultimately asked the guys out for their suggestions.
The ride to Mokpo was long and tiring. They had to wake up at the crack of the dawn to avoid intense traffic. Despite Sungchan’s earlier complaints of not wanting to drive, he ended up being the designated driver of the group with Eunseok as the substitute. Throughout the drive, Anton was exchanging messages with you, and updating you at their current location once in a while. Shotaro even pointed out the fact that he gets smiley and giddy whenever a notification from you pops up on his phone. He knew that even if you never say it out loud, you worry a lot about him. And even if he knew you would agree as you respect him and his decision, he still ended up asking for your permission to go to Mokpo.
Eventually, it came to a point where he found himself sitting in a private room with his friends, with a view overlooking the city as Sion personally prepared the food he served to the boys.
It was Sohee, once again, who started mentioning you, asking him how have you been.
“Why are you asking Anton about Y/N when you could have just texted her?” Eunseok asked Sohee, pointing to the fact that the both of you were close enough to exchange messages regularly.
“Well, it’s better to ask someone who has seen her last night.” Sohee slyly smirked at the younger boy in a teasing manner.
“She’s good. Work has been hella stressful for her lately, but she’s managing.” He answered.
“So, you were indeed with her last night,” Sohee replied.
Anton braced himself. And so the teasing has begun. He figured he had no choice but to ask now or he’ll never have the courage to do so. He let out a long deep breath before starting.
“There’s no point in denying at this point. We were together last night. In fact, I’ve been to her place this week more than I’ve been to mine. Yes, we are serious about moving in together. And yes, I’ve thought about it, and I think we are dating in a not-so-official sense. But we’ve shared so many moments together that are too intimate to be considered platonic. So yes, there is something going on. And I really really really like her a lot. I’ve been wanting to ask her out officially but I don’t know much about this thing. Can any of you help?” Anton rambled in nervousness.
The boys were all looking at him, shock evident on their face hearing Anton’s confession. Sohee’s mouth was gaped open. Wonbin’s eyes are so big, he looks like a scared cat.
“So….?” Anton looked around hesitantly.
It was Eunseok who let out a light laugh, “The talk last week got into your head, and he was so sure they weren’t dating.”
“I was wrong, okay? There is something. I’m just naive.” Anton responded.
“Are you thinking of making some grand gestures for her?” Shotaro asked, finally recovering from his initial shock.
“I don’t know. I just want it to be special.”
“Give her flowers and gifts. Girls love those.” Wonbin proposed.
“Yeah, but not Y/N. She doesn’t really like receiving gifts, she prefers giving.” Sohee countered, having known you for years.
“You’ve known Y/N for so long. You should be the one suggesting stuff.” Eunseok said, directly addressing Sohee.
“I’ve known her for years, but not in that sense. She didn’t really date around, not until Anton.”
“If we were still in college, I would say to go over the top. Make a public proposal and stuff.” Eunseok jokingly put forward.
Wonbin shook his head at the older man, a smirk on his face. “I would really like to see Anton embarrass himself like that.” Anton grunted at Wonbin’s words.
“Plan a simple dinner. It’s not like you’re going to propose or something. That’s really the most sensible thing to do right now.” Shotaro argued. It makes the most sense to Anton.
“So, if I plan this dinner, how do I ask her out? Do I just go straight to the point? Or do I need to do something?” He was still unsure about the plan.
“Just ask her out directly after the meal.” Sungchan suggested. “You’re as domestic as a married couple, she loves your current setup, she wouldn’t mind. I bet she’s been waiting for you to ask her out, she would appreciate it.” Sungchan added, trying to rationalize your complex relationship with Anton.
Anton pondered over the man’s words, trying to absorb what he meant.
“Just do it your way, man. Afterall, you know her the best. You’re the only one who would know how she likes it.” Shotaro uttered, leaving the younger boy deep in thoughts.
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It was on a Tuesday night when Anton saw you next - exactly 3 days after the hangout with the boys. You weren’t able to spend the remaining weekends together as the boys decided to extend their stay in Mokpo - having to crash on Sion’s place. When Anton informed you, you gladly agreed to it. Well, it’s about time you spent a night over someone’s place instead of mine, you jokingly told him over the phone.
The weekend away from you also helped Anton think about his planned dinner. He had it already mapped out in his head. He will ask you out for dinner this Friday, noting to wear his most presentable clothes. Of course, he would pay for everything. He’ll clock out early for work so he can get you some tulips. Maybe if he had some time to spare, he was thinking of buying you this bracelet you were eyeing last time you went to the mall. That was his current game plan. In fact, he already made a reservation for the Italian restaurant you tried last time; remembering how you said you wanted to come back to try their Ravioli.
When he arrived at your home, you were already dressed in your comfy shirt, sitting on the coach while scrolling through your phone. You heard the door click and immediately looked up. You beamed at him so sweetly, he swore he could melt right at this moment.
“Hey, I haven’t ordered dinner yet.” He walked towards you as you stood up, grabbing his bag so you could put it on the floor next to the coach, wrapping your arms around him to welcome him home. He sighed at the feeling, loving the way your arms feel around him.
"I missed you." You whispered, almost inaudible.
Suddenly, he realized nothing really mattered at this moment. He wants to make things official, wants to treasure you more than anything else.
“Hey, so I had this whole thing planned out. I would ask you out for dinner, buy you some tulips, and some gifts but I can't wait anymore. I need to know now.” He started. His tone is soft and gentle. You looked up at him, a smile still on your face, waiting for him to continue. Doe eyes looking directly at his, full of affection and warmth, the same one he currently mirrored. His arms still wrapped around your waist, while yours remained encircled around his neck.
“Can I be your boyfriend?” He asked, voice full of conviction as he looked straight at your eyes.
Anton was surprised to hear a soft giggle from you.
“Are you not?,” you asked him, voice cheery with a teasing tone.
“Well, I didn't ask before. I didn't realize.” He mumbled, now unsure with what’s going on.
“Lucky for you, I've always assumed you were my boyfriend, and have been introducing you to my co-workers as that.” You squish his cheeks, still beaming at him.
“Since when?”
“Since the night you kissed me at the back of your dad's pickup.”
“But that was 4 years ago.” He gasped, choked at your revelation.
“Yeah, I had a good hunch.” You shrugged your shoulders. He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes as he slowly engrossed himself at the moment.
“And you let me kiss you every time I want since then.” He whispered, face slowly inching closer to yours.
“I do. What are you gonna do about it then?” You playfully taunt him.
He smiled at you so softly, you could feel the love in him as he closed the gap between the both of you. Anton pushes his soft plump lips into yours, tender and unhurried, as you bask into each other’s presences - a kiss filled with comfort more than passion.
As he parted with you, catching his breath, he locked eyes with yours as he whispered.
“I love you.”
You giggled at him, “And now, that's a first. Did I just unlock the girlfriend privilege?” You gasped, exaggerating your reaction.
He laughed at you. The apartment is filled with serenity and love.
“So tulips, huh?” You teased him once again.
“Well, you had this small tulip sticker pasted on your iPad during undergrad.”
“Aww, you remembered. I love you, too.” You whispered, drawing him even closer to you. Foreheads resting against each other.
He pressed his lips to claim yours once again. It was featherlight, warm, and sincere. The world is fading in the background with just the two of you in your own bubble. He can finally call you his.
NOTE ◝
i was in my feelings this was based off you are in love by ts
Shyness was something he can never rid himself of. He was also tall, which makes the combination between reserved and tall intimidating to other people. Anton was grateful for his introverted behaviour for most of the part, he doesn’t really enjoy being in the centre of attention. He liked to keep his thoughts to himself, and he hated when people went, “huh?” when he speaks because his voice is so soft.
He’s grateful for the way he is, except for one thing. His shyness completely stops him from approaching you.
He thinks you’re amazing. He wasn’t exactly sure why he would think you’re amazing, he just does. You’re always so radiant when you enter the room. He adores the way you would whisper with your friends during classes, giggling and gossiping – doing everything but paying attention to the teacher. In a way, Anton realised that he was also not paying attention, but his case was different. He admires that you would never shy away from anything, like you’ve got a heart of steel. He knows he could never do what you do.
He doesn’t think of you as his crush, he didn’t believe that it was ever that serious to him. Even if he did think it was serious, he wouldn’t label you as something as fleeting as a crush. You were so much more than that. Anton could never label you under any existing ones, he just knew that you were more than what he could utter with his words.
You don’t talk to Anton much, he was just another classmate to you. However, you also wonder why you always find yourself attending his swimming competitions, constantly cheering him on. Maybe it was because you just wanted to support your classmate. Maybe you were drawn to him, but you don’t even realise it.
Whatever it may be, you never really thought about it for too long – you’ve always been supportive. Anton knew it too. You were the only person he’d ever search for before and after his competitions end. And you were always there. Always.
So, when you weren’t there for the first time, Anton was haywired. He couldn’t focus under the water, he could barely breathe once he was out. He wasn’t frustrated by how badly he had performed. Hell, he wasn’t even affected from seeing his low scores, he was frustrated that you weren’t there. Why weren’t you there?
His mind started racing with more awful thoughts. His world was quite literally collapsing. Did something happen to you on your way here? You always came by yourself, and it wasn’t impossible that something could’ve happened to you. He was upset now, not with you – but with himself. He wasn’t sure why.
His mind raced with awful paranoia about your whereabouts once they announced the winner. He had lost the competition that day. But he didn’t care about any of that. Where were you? Did something happen? Or, have you simply gotten bored of watching him?
His mouth was dry as he walked out of the place with his silver medal, panicked-stricken. He wasn’t sure why he worried so much, but he didn’t care for the reason. He just needed to see you in person, or hear your voice. He needed to know you were okay. He was fine if you told him that you were bored of watching him, he just needed to be sure that you were okay.
Anton didn’t have your phone number, and he could only see you next week, Monday. He couldn’t wait that long.
It was like a black void was surrounding him as his worry grew and grew.
Then, “Anton?” His eyes perked up to the person standing in front of him, the familiarity of your voice instantly washed away every single worry he had. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, his mouth was slightly agape. “Y/N.” He breathed, “are you hurt?” He asked, he needed to be sure.
It was an unusual question to ask to a mere classmate that you barely talk to, but you also noticed the genuine worry in his eyes, the pained expression. He was restless as he waited for your response. “I’m not.” You kept your voice soft as you talked to him, “I’m sorry, it seems like I missed the match this time.” You sighed, you looked apologetic, your eyes trailing at his silver medal, then to the hand that was gripping it. His knuckles were white.
Anton could feel himself let out a breath of relief, his muscles relaxing. He had been holding his breath, and he didn’t even notice it. “You’re here now.” He blurted out, he wasn’t even sure what he had just said to you. There was a long pause between you and him in the quiet corridors. Anton was freaking out, he wondered if he had said too much. “That’s all that matters to me. You’re here.” He ended up saying.
You could hear it in the silence between the two of you as you processed his words. He is in love.
ooc riize, fluff, don't read this if u want a hot response this is sassy man zone, idk very lighthearted and silly
a/n: ik i'm supposed to be publishing works but i'm a tad behind schedule cause of school... if you want me to do a more serious and intimate ver i can but this is not that LOL
warning: smut (f. recieving) (mdni) and bloodsucking
Summary: You are such a sweet girl, and sweet girls like you taste divine
Time cease to exist while you've been running.
The trees close in tighter around with every step you take as their limbs claws at your dress and at your hair trying to drag you back deeper into the darkness. Your legs are burning and the side of your stomach hurts but it doesn’t stop your frantic movements out of the woods. Even when fear claws at your chest and even when you’re so close to breaking, your legs don’t stop moving.
You’re wearing a white nightgown, the fabric clinging to your skin due to the dampness of your sweat, the hem brushing the tops of your bare feet as you stumble through the dark. Your hair is loose and falls in tangled strands around your face, also sticking to the skin with sweat. The moonlight that filters through the trees catches on the lace of your nightgown, it illuminates you like a vision, even when horrified you look like an angel.
But an angel you aren’t, not when you haven’t listened to your mothers warnings about the forest. She told you and told all of your sisters that there were things out here. Bad things that waited in the shadows and things that could take you and leave nothing but a memory of who you were. She told you to never stray too far from the village, to never wander alone in the woods. You know how the village elders like to speak of the old legends and of creatures that roamed the night, feasting on the innocent. You can't even remember how you ended up here. How did you even walk into the forest in the first place? One moment you were safe at home, the next in the woods.
You then hear a voice. It’s sounds impossibly close, Its so close that it feels like he’s standing right next to you. You can’t see him. You can’t feel him, but his voice crawls under your skin
"Usually my prey don’t hold on for too long... but you... you really wanna survive don’t you?"
You can hear the smile in his voice. You still can’t see him. You can’t even hear him move. Yet you feel him. Feel him watching and lurking behind the trees.
You truly can’t recall how you found yourself in this situation. You try to think and piece together the events but your mind slips away. No the only thing you remember is hours before, you were sitting by the fire with your sisters as you each began preparing for bed. The heavy curtains swayed in the midnight breeze as you lay beneath the blankets, trying to sleep. You faintly remembered a crow, perched just beyond your window, its beady eyes gleamed as it stared right at you. It tilted its head, unnervingly human in its gaze. You had risen to close the blinds, the strange prickling sensation crawling up your spine. But the moment you turned to close the blinds, the crow took flight and vanished into the black sky.
Your legs stop dead in your tracks. The cold and damp earth wraps around your toes as the soft moss cushions your weight. The chill of the ground seeps into your skin and creeps up your legs, while the slickness of the dew clings to the soles of your feet. Your legs begin to tremble, an uncontrollable shiver running up your spine. The tremor isn't from the cold of the ground or the midnight chill, but due to the unmistakable presence before you. You realize who it is with a sickening lurch in your stomach and a mocking laugh echoes through the trees, a sound that curls around your ears, making you wince.
He stands before you. His skin is unnaturally pale, almost ghostly, and his eyes, blood-red. They lock onto yours as a slow smile spreads across his face, and he tilts his head to the side, studying you. His tongue flicks out as he licks his lips.
"So delicate. How could I ever resist?" The sound of his voice is like silk, making your heart race as he has been waiting for this moment.
“Please... don't hurt me" Your voice cracks, a fragile plea but all he does is laugh lowly
"Hurt you?" His tone drips with amusement and you watch as his lips curl into a smile, the red of his eyes gleaming and you are certain that he can see the blood running through your veins.
"How could I ever hurt such a sweet thing like you?"
He steps closer, his movements deliberate, enjoying every second of your vulnerability. Every inch of you screams to run, but his eyes hold you captive. His hands are smooth as they reach for your face, tilting it upward, forcing you to look at him. You open your mouth to speak, to beg and to plead again, but the words die in your throat. The fear paralyzes you, its like chain that wraps around yur chest, squeezing the breath from your lungs. With all that, you don't even notice a strange heat slowly rising deep within you, counteracting the fear.
You take a step back, your bare heels scraping against the damp forest floor but he moves with you and his cold breath now brushing your cheek. You take another step back, but the trees behind you blocked any chance of escape.
"I don't want to die"
He tilts his head as his gaze softens, giving you an unsettling feeling
"Oh, sweet girl, death is not what I want from you… what I want"
Before he could continue, his hand was at your throat, not tight enough to choke but enough to let him control how much air gets into your lungs. His face lowers, his lips brushing against the edge of your neck as his breath came in soft, controlled bursts.
"Smells so good"
His voice is almost like a seductive purr that sent a chill down your spine. You try to pull away, but he holds you still and for all your struggling, you could hardly move. His teeth grazes the skin of your neck, your eyes widen as you feel the sharpness of them. His fingers tighten ever so slightly around your throat and the scent of his skin fill your senses.
“Do you feel it sweet girl?” he whispers “The warmth of your blood just beneath the surface”
Then without another word, his mouth descends on your skin. The first touch of his fangs was like fire and ice. His teeth pierces your flesh and a shock of pain rush through your body making you gasp. The world around you became a distant blur, the forest, the trees, the moonlight all fading away as his presence takes over. He pulls back briefly, just enough for you to feel the emptiness of where his mouth once had been. His eyes glows brighter now, scarlet pools of hunger and satisfaction.
"You taste... divine"
Before you could process what he had said, his fangs sank in again, even deeper this time. The pain is much sharper and more intense, but it is followed quickly by something that could only be described as pleasure. A soothing heat spreads through you, making you feel dizzy and disoriented. His grip on your throat loosened as he feeds, his hands sliding to your waist drawing you closer, pressing you against him as if you were part of him now. His fangs were like lava as they drag across your skin, pulling more and more from you. You feel weak, your limbs trembling as the world spins around you. Finally, with a satisfied groan, he pulls away and the last remnants of your blood trickles from the twin puncture marks on your neck, but he is quick to lick it up.
"please... no more"
With an instant he pushes you further up against the tree, your head harshly hits the bark, the impact makes your eyes water and a tear slides down onto your cheek.
"Don't cry darling, there wont be any more pain now"
You meet the vampire’s eyes once more. He wipes the tear from your face as he takes his grip from your throat to caress the opposite cheek. You felt so weak, body growing tired each second and you don't even notice the shoulder of your dress hanging pathetically to the side. Your left breast was fully visible to the creature in front of you this whole time.
He doesn’t hesitate on rubbing your nipple with his thumb, the sensations surging through your body making the heat at your core grow hotter. To do such a sin makes you feel like a whore, your parents and sisters would turn their heads in shame of what you allow yourself to happen to you.
You are the youngest of your sisters, the one still sheltered from the harshness of the world, the last untouched by its cruelty. Your skin is soft and unmarked my any man or husband. The vampire knows this, to him you are a precious thing, something pure that he has never seen or known before, and that purity is something he will gladly tarnish.
He starts to massage your exposed breast while he rips the other side of the dress in pieces. Without wasting any time his mouth latches on to the other nipple sucking and licking, the fangs pokes at your sensitive bud, making you flinch and whimper each time of pain. You hold on to his black hair, running your fingers through it the vampire is now descending, pulling your dress over his head, hiding underneath your gown. He slides down your undergarment as his tongue touches your clit, licking at your cunt to taste what had been waiting for him. You moan at the feeling as he starts to eagerly move his tongue up and down. His supernatural speed sends your body trembling and your empty hole squeezes around nothing. He thrust his tongue inside you several times making you grind against him with desperate urgency, his claws digging into your thighs leaving marks. The speed of his movements on your clit is too much to handle, then all at once he captures the gush of wetness that meets his tongue while soft whimpers escapes your lips, your cunt fluttering and pulsating against his hungry mouth, lapping and not letting a single drop miss. Much like earlier when he was feeding from you.
Your body feels heavy while your vision blurs, though every instinct screams at you to flee you wanted to stay, enjoying the bliss of your orgasm, you knew it was already too late. You tried to fight your eyes closing but to no use, your hands held onto the trees behind you as the darkness welcomed you. He watches as your body sag in front of him, a perfect picture of innocence now touched by his hands.
The room is dark, save for the faint glow of the street light outisde your window. You blink your eyes open while your mind struggles to shake the remnants of the nightmare. You wipe the sweat from your brow and feel a movement next to you. You turn to see Seunghan beside you, his cold hand on your shoulder.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.. I just…”
You pause, unsure of how to explain. The dream you had was so strange. What if it sounded ridiculous? You laugh nervously at the absurdity of it, but you’ve known Seunghan for so long now, that he wouldn’t judge you.
“You were a…”
You frown as you try to find the right words.
“I don’t even know how to explain it”
Seunghan smiles softly, his fingers brushing your cheek “Was it a nightmare sweet girl?”
The question should comfort you but instead it raises a strange suspicion in your mind when he uses the nickname, has he always called you that?
“I- I don’t even know”
You blink, shaking the feeling off, now you are being silly yn. You try to focus on his face again. His smile is warm, but now it feels too much
His eyes glisten in the dim light and in an instant you could mistake them for something inhuman. The red you are seeing. It’s back now in his gaze. You blink hard, trying to clear your mind, but the image doesn’t change. His eyes are red. Not the faint hint of tiredness or a trick of the light. The red that makes every logical part of your brain scream that this isn’t normal. They gleam like a warning. Why is he looking at you so calmly, as though nothing is out of the ordinary?
"Seunghan.. your eyes.."
Honestly I hate this… all of those hours watching the vampire diaries and this is what I came up with? I’m gonna kms (joking)
dropping a little spoiler for a current fic in the works. it’s not finished yet, but I hope to do it in two weeks time.
not gonna give you who is it about tho. guess whooooooooo!
maybe I’ll give a prize to the 1st one that guesses it correctly 👀 (no promises tho)
smut + heavy dirty talk under the cut, mdni
“Sweetheart, we really shouldn’t. We’re at your parents house,” you say as a last attempt to block his advances, even though your hand is locked on the nape of his neck, keeping his face nestled on you.
“We’re alone at my parents house,” he says, lips closing on the space between two of your ribs. He drives his point forward by sliding one hand down to squeeze your ass. “They’ll be gone for a while. Don’t worry.”
He bites into your skin and you gasp, nails scratching at his neck.
“Besides,” he continues, free hand trailing further up to graze on one of your nipples under your shirt. He kisses your skin one more time and looks up at you with a glint in his eyes. “You were not this modest when you begged me to fuck you that time we stayed over at your parents house.”
You flush immediately at his words, the memory popping up in your mind brazen and uninvited: you grinding your ass back against his crotch under the sheets of your parents’ guest room, softly asking him to fuck you because you needed him so bad. You insisted on it, teasing him for minutes with slow drags of your ass at the tent in his pants, breathy moans and pleas tumbling out of your lips until he finally caved, even though he previously had his reservations on having you under his in-laws’ roof.
And he gave it to you so fucking good that night that, in the next day, you had to smile through the pain on your thighs during brunch with your family, even having to come up with an excuse to go home earlier than usual because you needed to rest.
An inkling tells you that maybe the same will happen today, but in front of his family instead of yours.
