⟢ 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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⟢ 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
thinking about... anton who needs your tits in his mouth at all times
word count: 3.1k
content warning: fem reader, oral fixation, dry humping, breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, no real power play they're just teasing the fuck out of each other, begging, anton being a perv and desperate as FUCK, aftercare, anton drools a lot in this lol?
i feel like it's common knowledge at this point that anton really, might actually have an oral fixation. i mean, have you seen how often he touches his lips and the many photocards of him having random stuff in his mouth? yeah. personally, i also think anton is a boob guy. he doesn't care whether they're small or big, boobs are boobs and he's probably just happy he gets to touch yours.
that combo, though? ugh.
your boyfriend is the kind of guy who loves to use your boobs as a pillow, nearly making them spill out of your shirt with how much he snuggles his face to them because he needs the skin to skin contact. anton's a goner when you bring one of your hands to the back of his head to play with his hair while the other caresses his bare back, needy whines coming from his mouth as he shifts on top of you. you can feel something pressing against the soft insides of your right thigh and it doesn't take long until anton starts humping his semi hard cock on you, his breath coming out shallow—which leads to his open mouth getting drool all over your shirt and breasts while his grip on your hip tightens to hold you in place.
"oh, fuck– oh, baby... mhm, you feel so fucking good," he barely manages to let the words out with how much he's moaning, the friction on his sensitive dick, the soft skin of your boobs under his cheek and the way your nails scratch his scalp just right, pulling his hair every so often when he grinds too hard onto you... it's all too much. anton feels like he could cum from just this, but he can't. he won't.
though his right arm stays under you to keep you place, his left hand hastily moves to your shirt, his actions nearly aggressive as he pulls it down and guides your nipple to his mouth. you giggle at how eager anton always gets when he wants to have you in his mouth, but it's quickly suppressed by a heavy sigh when you feel anton's tongue licking the underside of your boob before sucking on your nipple as if expecting something to come out, already feeling yourself getting wet from his ministrations. he keeps his hand on your right breast to angle it towards his mouth as he refuses to lift his head from your left one, all while he still humps your thigh, albeit more clumsily now.
you hiss when he pulls back from your boob after a particularly hard suck, and the cold air hitting your spit slicked nipple makes it even harder, much to anton's delight. "need you in my mouth all the time, fuck," he moans, this time lifting his head so he can lick the entirety of your breast before starting to suck on your nipple again. he moves so he's sitting back on his haunches, placing your legs on either side of his waist before pulling the other side of your shirt so both your tits are out.
the first few times anton fucked you, he always went straight to your boobs first, which led you to try and take off your shirt to make things easier for him. depending on the day, he either would either whine or groan, but anton never let you take if off during foreplay—in his sick, perverted mind, he gets off so bad on seeing you all fucked out under him, the wetness oozing out of your pussy staining your panties and your tits pressed together, all bitten and slick with his spit, spilling out of your shirt in a tight fit. anton groans at the sight, "my baby looks so fucking good for me... i love you so much, you're so fucking pretty."
you grab anton by his hair again, a loud moan coming out of his mouth as you pull him towards you. anton barely has time to place his forearm next to your head to brace himself before your lips are on his, kissing him sloppily just the way he likes. in this position, he can hump your pussy instead of your thigh, and that's exactly what he does. anton angles his hips so his hard cock can grind on your neglected clit, all while you're kissing the air out of him and his free hand plays with your boob, lightly squeezing it and pulling on your pebbled nipple. when you pull back, you can feel anton's dick twitch against your pussy and inside his pajama shorts as he watches the string of saliva that still connects your mouths, licking it before pressing another wet, fat kiss on your lips.
anton doesn't waste time getting back to your tits, though, pressing both of them together before alternating between licking and sucking each of them. you let out whiny moans, needing some stimulation on your slick, empty cunt again, so you use your legs that are still wrapped around his waist to pull anton closer to where you need, making his dick perfectly grind against your clit. you keep using your legs to basically get him to fuck you through your clothes, making the two of you whiny messes, letting out loud moans you're sure your neighbors are hearing.
you can feel anton lose his focus on your tits due to how good you're making his dick feel. he stopped sucking on your nipples to just having his open mouth around one of them as he moans uncontrollably, his spit leaking out of his mouth and making its way under your shirt. when anton feels like he's getting too close to cumming, he grips your hips so fucking tight to stop you it makes you whine. he moves to kiss you messily again, your tongues sliding against each other in a way that makes your pussy clench around nothing. he's breathless as he says against your lips "baby, please, let me fuck this pussy. god, fuck. wanna fuck you so bad, i love your fucking pussy." anton can feel his sanity slipping even further when you let out an airy laugh and say "yeah? you wanna put your big cock inside me? you need it, baby?"
anton nods eagerly, his hold on your hips getting impossibly tighter as he tries to stop himself from grinding down on you, knowing he's too close to cumming inside his shorts. "i need it so much, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock. best pussy i've ever fucked, please!" as much as you love having a man like anton—big, hot, insanely handsome—nearly crying as he begs to fuck you, you feel like you're two seconds away from absolutely losing it if you don't impale yourself on his dick. you push his shoulder slightly to get him off of you, telling him "sit up, baby" when he whines, thinking you're gonna leave him like this. when he sees you pulling your panties down, his eyes glint with a newfound desperation as he quickly discards his pajama shorts, moaning when the cool air hits his cock that's been drooling with precum from the moment you put your hands on his hair.
it takes all your might to focus on just telling anton to rest his back against the headboard and not lean down to put that perfect, twitching fat dick of his inside your mouth. you lick your lips as if you could already feel the taste of his skin and precum on your tongue, but you unfortunately have more pressing matters at the moment. as you lift one leg to straddle anton's lap, his left hand immediately finds your waist, finally tugging on the hem of your shirt to take it off of you. anton then pulls you flush against his chest as his other hand holds the base of his dick to slide his slick head against your folds, making you both sigh needily. before you can cuss him out for taking too long, he pushes your hips down in one swift motion, forcing a loud whine out of your throat as you feel your pussy get completely stuffed from his big cock.
"fuck, toni, that's it" you moan you set a quick pace on his dick, exerting yourself to the max as you need to almost stand completely on your knees so you can ride the entirety of anton's length before sliding back down. even if riding your boyfriend is tiring, you keep letting out high pitched whines every time you bottom out, feeling high off the way he makes you feel so fucking full. anton, on the other hand, feels his dick get even harder from how warm and tight your walls feel sliding against him, the wet sound of your ass hitting his thigh making you both delirious. what really gets him going, though, is hearing you whimper when his hands on your hips slightly shift your position so his fat tip nudges the deepest parts of your pussy. one of anton's moves from your hip to curl around the hair at the back of your head, tugging on it just enough for it to sting a little as he pulls your face closer to his. his tongue wastes no time diving into your mouth as soon as your lips touch, sliding against yours in a rapid but sensual rhythm that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. when anton pulls back, he leans away only enough for him to be able to whisper against your lips "i swear to god this pussy was made to take my dick. i love it so much," making you whine as you felt yourself gushing and clenching even more around him.
anton feels like he could seriously detach himself from how good you're making his dick feel and cum solely from watching you rolling your eyes back due to the almost painful pleasure you're feeling. the way your boobs move up and down, in tandem with your movements on his cock, feel downright hypnotic—he only realizes he had been staring at them with an open mouth like a freak when your hand slides up from his shoulder towards his face, using your index finger on his chin to make him look you in the eyes while your thumb cleaned the saliva that had drooled from his mouth as he was gawking at you. you then slowly move your thumb from the corner of his lips and into his awaiting mouth, feeling yourself smirk as anton closes his eyes and moans around your finger, feeling you slow down your pace until you're grinding down on him instead.
when anton opens his eyes again, he barely looks into your eyes before his gaze drops to your boobs again, squeezing your waist tightly. he mumbles something around your thumb and you pull it out of his mouth to let him speak. anton lets out a raspy and hushed "need them in my mouth so damn bad," before he plants both his feet on the mattress and slides down on it so he's now lying on his back. you position your hand flat beside his face to support yourself as you playfully roll your eyes, letting out a breathy laugh while you caress his soft cheek with your free hand, saying "you're such a perv." anton laughs too, but he quickly masks it with an exaggerated pout. he pushes the side of his face further against your palm like a needy cat as he blinks up at you before he brings his hand to yours, holding it so he can press a kiss to your palm without breaking eye contact. when anton brings his hand back to your waist, he says "i just love you too much, baby. could worship you all day..."
that seals the deal for you. you can't spend another second feeling him twitching impatiently inside you, so you just decide to give the man what he wants—you lean down so you're supporting yourself on your forearm instead of your palm and use your free hand to guide one of your breasts towards anton's parted lips, the corner of his eyes already lift up with happiness. the moment he latches onto your nipple, anton's hands slide down to your hips to hold you firmly as he starts to quickly thrust into you from below. you whine loudly from how hard and fast he's fucking you, just the way you like, and you use the hand from the arm supporting you to tug at his hair, trying not to let your body give up and fall on top of his. "toni," you whimper, pulling his hair harder to alleviate some of the immense pleasure you were feeling. "your dick feels too good– oh my god, it's too fucking good!"
anton moans around your tit when he feels you pulling on his hair, feeling himself getting close from all the stimulation—your filthy words ringing in his head, the pain on his scalp, your wet pussy clenching tightly around him and your nipple getting harder and harder against his tongue—so he moves one hand to find your clit, his fingers almost slipping past it from how wet you are. in the back of your mind, you think it's all too much much for him to be sucking your tit, fucking you that fast and now he's trying to stimulate your clit too, but the thought quickly slips from your mind when his fingers start rubbing it in fast up and down movements.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, toni, i'm cumming, plase don't stop!" you manage to say between loud moans, and anton lets your breast fall out of his mouth to groan "fuck, yeah. cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it." hearing those words is all that was left for you to finally reach your breaking point, opening your mouth in a silent moan as you feel yourself spasming on anton's dick.
when it's finally over, you're gasping for air as you let your body slump over anton's, feeling too weak to keep holding yourself up. you let out quiet little cries as anton keeps fucking you fast and steady, laughing deliriously between groans with how good he felt "you're amazing, baby, fuck. i'm gonna cum so fucking much inside you," he says as he uses the hand that was previously on your clit to hold your hair and keep it away from your neck so he could kiss it. you feel tears sliding down your face as anton's thrusts get impossibly faster, and he groans against your neck "oh, pretty girl, i love using your pussy so much– i'm gonna cum! i'm gonna cum so much inside you, okay? take it– fuck, take it all, please!"
you're not even registering his words anymore from how overstimulated you feel, just nodding along to whatever anton is saying and begging him to finish already—both because you're so tired and because you absolutely love when he cums inside, "please, toni! give me your cum, please, baby!" anton groans loudly, latching his mouth onto your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you flush against him, fucking a few more hard thrusts into you before he stalled, lifting his hips from the mattress with how hard he pushed into you. all you can do is sigh and sniff tiredly against anton's hair as you stop crying, your entire body trembling as you feel your pussy get even more stuffed, both from anton's big cock and his cum—which, as he promised, was a lot.
anton keeps holding you on top of him as you both calm down, waiting for your breaths and hearts to slow down and pressing reassuring kisses to your shoulder. when he feels like he can move again, anton gently pushes you away from him to lay you down on the mattress, chuckling when you groan in complaint as you feel his dick slide out of you and his load start to drip down your thighs. he gets on his haunches between your legs again, being careful to keep some distance between both your crotches are you're still sensitive.
you're still kind of out of it, your eyes closed, when your boyfriend leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, barely having the energy to kiss him back. anton proceeds to press kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, jaw and neck, mumbling against your skin "that was so good. you're so good to me, my love," making you smile and sigh happily. when you don't say anything back, anton pulls back to get a better look at you and says teasingly "what? i fucked you too good and now you can't speak, baby, is that it?"
you finally open your eyes to give a deadpan look to your boyfriend, saying begrudgingly "you're so annoying..." anton laughs, lightly pinching your side and making you flinch, "oh, so now you can speak?" you just roll eyes, barely stopping yourself from laughing too. he moves to lay beside you, pulling you close to him so your head is resting on his chest and his fingers are tracing shapes on your back.
anton has half a mind to grab tissues from his bedside table to clean you up when you distract him by asking "are we really gonna stay in bed?" you slightly lift your head from anton's chest to look at the time on anton's clock at said bedside table, letting your head fall back down as you comment "it's, like, way past noon. aren't you hungry?" you don't have to see it when you're able to hear the cheeky smile on anton's face as he says "babe, my mouth was full ten minutes ago. i'm doing great." you playfully push his body away from yours in mock exasperation, which gives anton the opening he needs to quickly lean down and give a quick suck to one of your nipples. you push him away again, laughing, "oh, my god! you're worse than a baby!"
anton just smiles up at you, moving up to kiss your lips before a smirk takes over his face. you feel one of his hand sneaking its way on the side of your body as he says "besides, even if i start feeling hungry, i have a full course meal waiting for me right here." before you can ask him what he means, anton's fingers find your pussy again, making your body twitch from sensitivity as they slide through your folds to gather the remnants of your slick and his cum. anton brings his now wet fingers to his mouth, groaning in delight at your combined taste.
he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, smiling deviously as he says "delicious." as you stare at him, you swear you feel yourself start getting wet again, so you pull anton towards you to kiss him hard, feeling his spit slicked hand hold your hip tightly as anton moves his body from his side to fit between your legs again. you speak against his lips "you're a freak."
"just for you," anton smiles before leaning down to kiss you again.
a/n: can you guys tell i wrote most of this when i SO pissed off and wanted a pretty man to service me and make it better? also, this is my first time writing a full blown smut (and in english, at that) and it took me three days to write it lol be kind, guys 💔
could u write something about anton acting really nonchalant but secretly being extremelyyy perverted, like the first time that you hang out with him is normal but as you get to know him you realize he’s freaked out and he acts really innocent whenever that type of topic comes up but then one day he accidentally admits he wants to do something insanely dirty with you
idk i just need more secret freak anton content!
as an undercover freak, i know a fellow undercover freak when i see one and anton definitely meets the criteria. also i lowkirkuienly ignored the word nonchalant in here. so sorry
5.2k, big dick anton, unprotected sex, switch(?) anton (i don’t actually know he, i interpreted it as him being slightly manipulative but i don’t think he cares that much), oral (f) receiving, recording. also i know there’s a bunch of capitalization errors, i typed it in lc first then got lazy while editing
Every other weekend when no one was too busy, Shotaro threw one of his parties.
In truth, they were more like small gatherings with close friends and perhaps a few friends of their own that he knew, if he was expecting to be short a couple of the usual crew.
That was how you got invited this Saturday. Riku, Sion, and Taesan were all away on some exploit that went unexplained to you, and Shotaro charged Wonbin with the task of picking a handful of other people to invite over. One of those people ended up being you, and you were pleased to know you’d been hastily approved of.
“There's actually someone I've been meaning to introduce you to,” Shotaro said when he called you over the phone to personally invite you himself.
That had your attention. “Who?” you asked. You and Shotaro were not particularly close, but he was always a delight to be around, and given that he was inviting you to one of his intimate gatherings, it seemed the feeling was mutual.
“Do you know Anton?”
You hummed. “um, I've heard Wonbin mention him a few times in passing. He's friends with Sohee, right?”
“Yeah. Anyway, I think you guys would really get along. He's super passionate about music, like you, it’s basically his whole life. He's always got his macbook on him so he can listen to music or make something. and he’s super chill. I'm sure you’d like him. Everyone likes Anton.”
You listened attentively. This Anton, whoever he was, seemed like your time of guy. “Yeah, he sounds cool. I'd love to meet him. I can't give you a definitive answer right now, but I can text you like two days before to let you know if I can make it or not.”
“Sounds good,” Shotaro said smoothly. “talk to you later.”
“peace,” you said, and hung up.
That week, you had a handful of late sessions, but you managed to get into one that ran a little earlier, and Saturday night, you arrived at one of the local pubs Shotaro and his friends frequented when his apartment wouldn’t do justice to the amount of people he was intent on having.
Shotaro noticed the second you arrived and came over to you with a smile on his face and two drinks in hand. “You made it,” he said, handing a bottle over. “Strawberry cider, right?”
You grinned. “Yeah, thanks.” You popped the bottle open. “glad I could make it.”
Shotaro brought his own drink to his lips. “professor not treating you too badly, is he?”
“Just trying to prepare us for the real world,” you drawled. you took a sip. The drink was cold and sweet, just the way you liked it.
Shotaro nodded. “should i introduce you to Anton now, or would you rather me do it later?”
you shrugged. “We can get it out of the way. I know you have hosting duties to attend to.”
“it’s no trouble,” he said, “but if you insist, I can take you to him now. Follow me.”
You trailed behind him, briefly greeting some familiar faces as you passed them on the way to the mysterious stranger he was set on having you meet. There were strings of lights hanging overhead to keep out the darkness as the sun let the moon take its place in the sky. Laughter and chatter was a constant thing all around you, and something about the casualness of it all put you at ease.
Beneath a particularly bright set of lights, Sohee was talking to a tall, lean specimen of a man who you could only assume was the Anton Shotaro had spoken so highly of. He was golden beneath the yellow hue of the lights, sporting a shirt that was tight around his chest and arms. When his eyes lowered to yours, brown and probing, you felt like all your secrets had been laid bare for all the world to see.
“Hey, Anton. this is the music prod major i was talking to you about,” Shotaro said. He turned to you and said your name. “This is Anton.”
Anton smiled, and for a second you felt like you could breathe again, before the perfect curve of his lips stole your breath away too. “Nice to meet you. Shotaro says you love music.”
The smile found its way to your face on its own. “to say the least. he told me you do too.”
Anton nodded. “to say the least,” he echoed.
Shotaro threw a look, and the two slipped away.
You wracked your brain for something to say, because there was no way you were going to bore this perfectly handsome man to death. damn Shotaro for not mentioning that Anton was breathtaking. “so, where does all of that love come from?” you asked, bringing the drink to your mouth for another sip.
“Well, my dad’s a producer, so I kind of grew up around music,” Anton explained.
Your eyes widened a little bit. “What, that’s neat. My dad was a rapper.”
“Really?” Anton asked. His eyes hadn’t left yours since he set sight on you. It was making you nervous. “Do you rap too?”
You laughed and shook your head. “oh, no, no. no. I prefer to work behind the scenes. Seeing everything work together to come together and paint one big picture, and tell one beautiful story, that’s what I like. and making music in and of itself is a really collaborative process, so it makes me remember how important it is to have other people around in my life, you know?” you sound so stupid, it’s crazy, you thought to yourself.
Anton's smile seemed to widen. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “Maybe we should work together sometime.”
“Really?”
“Shotaro tells me you’re really good, and Wonbin said so as well.”
You scoffed. “They're just being nice. Most of the time I'm just doing shit and I hate it. all i do is abuse synths and delay.”
Anton chuckled. He tapped a ring-adorned finger against his lips, which naturally drew your attention there, and it dawned on you just how long they were. His hand was huge, just like the rest of him. “i get that.”
Your eyes darted away, here and there, there and here. “it’s always nice to talk to someone who does. i have friends that still ask about my music even though they don’t know anything about it, because they’re not dickheads, so i’ll bring up percs and they’ll think i’m talking about percocets.”
Anton closed his eyes and laughed. “Well, you know, it’s almost been ten years since 2017. mask off.”
You sighed. “Don't remind me. I swear last year was just 2019. 2019 was seven years ago.”
“That doesn’t sound right at all,” Anton said.
“At all!” you agreed.
And for another half hour, it was just you and Anton beneath the silver stars and golden fairy lights. You even followed each other on instagram, which made you realize how many followers he had.
"How'd it go?” Shotaro asked when you were alone again.
“better than I thought,” you said. “he’s cool, like you said.”
Shotaro was beaming. he nudged your side playfully. “You're welcome.”
There were suspicions boiling underneath that you hadn’t let surface yet. "Is that what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. “you’re trying to play cupid?”
Shotaro was coy. “I don't know what you mean. I was just helping two friends meet people they might enjoy the company of. What happens from there on out is out of my hands…”
“Right,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to get a finger or two involved.”
Shotaro laughed and dismissed himself, claiming he needed to check on his other guests.
Two days later, Anton had posted a picture of a very tiny cupcake with his hand beside it. He tagged Sohee in the post, but the only thing you could fix yourself to think about was how insanely large his hands were. His fingers were long and slender, a little pink around the knuckles, and his veins ran down the back of his hand beneath his skin like a green river.
You stared at the picture too long before coming to your senses and liking the post, ignoring the fact that you could feel yourself faintly throbbing as you thought about how deep his fingers could reach, and what they could make you feel.
Oh my god, you thought. I need to die.
just your luck, the day after that, you saw him again. Shotaro and Wonbin invited you out for lunch, which you thought was suspiciously abrupt, but then Wonbin mentioned Anton would be in attendance too, and everything made sense.
What made even more sense was that the two of them sat together, which forced you to sit beside Anton while you ate your dumplings.
Anton asked, “are they good?”
you nodded happily. “if only Eunseok were here.”
Wonbin laughed. “those two give each other a run for their money.”
“thank god Sungchan is busy,” you said. “he plays entirely too much. I don't need him trying to steal my shit.”
Shotaro finished chewing. “He had class with Sohee, right?” he asked. He turned to Anton. “Speaking of Sohee, what were you guys doing when you decided to post a thirst trap?”
Anton smiled timidly and looked away. “I wasn't thirst-trapping.”
“You were definitely thirsttrapping,” Wonbin teased.
Anton threw his head back, and for a second you swore he glanced your way, then his eyes darted around again. “Let me explain. There were two boxes of cupcakes, the small ones and the big ones, and Sohee and I competed for the big one, but he won.”
Wonbin snickered. “Did you let him win?”
Anton shook his head. “Of course not.” but even as he said that, everyone knew he was lying.
As you were leaving, the bill paid and your goodbyes bid, Anton stopped you on the way to your car. “Hey. I have some beats you might like. You could always come check them out.”
Oh, he was serious about that, you thought, somewhat surprised. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you told him, grinning a little too hard. “when were you thinking?”
“I’m free this weekend,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Okay, I'll check my schedule,” you said. “I'll DM you?”
Anton nodded. “great. let me walk you to your car.”
And he did. He followed you across the parking lot and opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. “and they say chivalry is dead,” you said.
Anton chuckled. “get home safe.” When the door closed after you, he walked away.
That weekend, you were not free, but you rid yourself of all obligations solely so that you could be alone with him. It was far from your proudest moment, but some things were more important.
Anton texted you the address of his family home, and when you arrived, led you down the studio he had. “this is where i raised,” he said lightheartedly.
You glanced around. It was a very lovely, cozy studio. “ah, yes. Who needs a village when you have a computer, microphones, and monitors?”
Anton chuckled. “speaking of which…” he trailed off, guiding you over to the computer.
The first few minutes were spent listening to some beats he wanted you to hear, and you were appreciative of what you were listening to. The third one he played spoke to you for some reason, though he had meant to click on another, and you blurted, “wait, let this one play through.”
Anton obliged, watching you listen, bobbing your head along. After a moment, he asked, “do you like this one?”
“Yeah,” you said, your brain already bulging with ideas. “I want to add a bass though. I have an idea.”
Anton nodded over to the bass guitar hanging in the corner of the room. “i play bass.”
That was when things started getting serious. He went to grab the bass, and you shared your thoughts, making sounds that he would emulate. For a moment you watched his fingers as he played, but there were other things on your mind, and you had to get those ideas out before they escaped you indefinitely.
“That’s fire,” you ended up saying. “I want to add a synth over it.”
Anton showed you some plugins he had. “you’ll want to check this out.”
A couple of hours went by, but when you were in your zone, you hardly paid attention to how much time was passing. By now you were tweaking the project to add percs, delay, and ultimately settled on layering stacked chords over the drums.
When you and Anton let the track play, both of you were impressed with yourselves. “you’re a genius,” he said softly.
you shook your head. “teamwork makes the dream work.”
Anton seemed to agree. “I didn't want to say this earlier, because I didn't want to disrupt the flow,” he started, “but you smell really good.”
your face felt hot. “Thank you.”
for a moment after that, it was silent.
Then, Anton asked in a whisper, “Can I kiss you?”
That was the moment you realized you weren’t deluding yourself about him being into you. His eyes were on you—piercing and unrelenting—and shortly after, his lips were too.
It was a tentative kiss at first. Anton was merely testing the waters, feeling you react against him, and his confidence grew as he went on, his lips still tender, but his movements more assured.
you let it happen. Your heart was speeding out of your chest and your body felt light as a cloud. It was a pleasant sensation, one you found you didn’t want to go away now or ever.
What caught you by surprise was how Anton took the lead in the matter. He pressed you against the wall. as the seconds ticked by, his kisses grew more passionate, and you fought to keep up as he kissed you with abandon. his lips parted from yours to journey down your jaw and neck, a moment of respite so that you both could breathe, then he was on you again, and your fingers were threading through his hair.
“Anton,” you gasped, but the sound was swallowed whole.
“shit,” he groaned. His hands were gripping your hips.
you could feel him growing erect against your thigh and it made your head spin. that, and the fact that you were so close you had no choice but to inhale his scent as you tasted him on your tongue. your own body was pulsing with need, and you were restless in his arms. Your knees felt weak, like any moment you could go down, if not for him being there to hoist you upright.
he pulled away to whisper, “tell me you want it too.”
“i want it too,” you said, breathless.
That was all he needed to hear to lead you out of the studio, the song forgotten for now. It would be there when he was finished with you, but it would be a while until then. Anton took you to his bedroom and closed the door.
The room felt hot. your clothes felt like burdens. When Anton turned away from the door, he walked toward you, slowly. You took a step back for every step he took forward, feeling your heart jumping, until the back of your legs hit the bed. but he didn’t stop. not until you fell back and he fell over you, and his lips met yours again.
This time his hips moved against you unabashedly, little noises leaving him as he tried to soothe himself. You knew he felt the same burning that was tormenting you from the inside out. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks in the flesh there. Then he pulled away and said, “sit on my face. use my mouth.”
just those words made you dizzy. you unbuckled your jeans, and he pulled them off you in a hurry. when you reached for the band of your underwear, he stopped you, “keep this on.”
you nodded wordlessly. Words were fragile things. Anton lay down so you could mount on his face. as you settled over him, he started to lick at your pussy through your panties, his hands resting on your thighs.
you could feel his tongue through them. He wasn’t starting slow. There was none of the reluctance from before, every bit of it had been shed to make way for his new skin, and he went at it like he knew exactly what he was doing, or exactly how to figure it out.
“Anton,” you murmured. Your arousal was a fierce thing with a mind of its own, and it was taking control of your body and mind.
Anton squeezed your thighs, sucking at you as he kneaded your flesh, letting his hands roam freely rather than keep them in one place. your panties that were already damp with the evidence of your desire were becoming wetter as his saliva added to the moisture gathering there.
your breaths were shallow. you could only imagine what it would feel like when his lips came in contact with your bare skin, and the thought only made you more impatient.
Perhaps Anton could feel you getting restless, because after a moment, he slipped your panties to the side and tasted you without the fabric of your underwear getting in the way. you gasped out, “fuck.”
His mouth was so warm against your skin. He licked at your clit, one hand remaining clamped on your thigh while the other went to your stomach, and you couldn’t help but grind down against his face.
you tipped your head back. “like that.”
he kissed your folds and licked at your clit, none too aggressive, experimenting with the amount of pressure to get you moaning and rocking against his mouth. It was a soft, sweet act, and you could hear every taste, every suck, the wet sound of his lips pleasing you as you leaked more and more against his pretty lips.
his lips pressed against your inner thighs here and there for a fleeting moment, long enough to make you miss it, then he would return to sucking at your clit, making out with your pussy.
“just like that,” you whimpered. “don’t stop. please.”
your brain ceased to function and all you could think about was Anton. How good he was at this, how much you wanted him to keep going, how this could never be the last time. If you knew anything, it was that the memory of him eating you out would haunt you for days to come.
it was the fastest you had ever let anyone see you so intimately, but you couldn’t be bothered to trouble yourself with those thoughts. It felt right at the moment, and it felt even better now, and if every swipe of Anton's tongue kept the doubts and regrets at bay. You didn’t even have it in you to regret not shaving in advance, because it hadn’t deterred him at all.
Anton let his tongue slip inside and it felt like a bomb went off in your stomach as warmth exploded throughout you. “holy fuck,” you stammered. “holy fuck.”
he didn’t let up, exploring the inside of you with his tongue. You could feel his nose nudging against your clit and that it only stoked the flames of the fire ramping up within your core.
“i’m so close,” you whimpered, your hips grinding down against him. It was impossible for you to keep still.
Anton’s hand shot up, slipping underneath the shirt you hadn’t taken off, and his fingers swiped over your stomach once more before ultimately reaching your chest. he fondled your breasts, cupping them in his terribly large hands, brushing his thumbs over your stiff nipples. he caressed the skin at your ribs and returned to your breasts, catching your nipples gently between his fingers and rubbing them in a circle with his thumbs.
he kept one hand at your breasts while the other wandered down and went behind you to your lower back and your ass. His hands were soft against your skin, rubbing up and down in tender motions that made all the difference.
“yes,” you cried out. Your thighs trembled as your knees clamped around his head in an almost violent manner before you finally went still.
Anton gingerly pushed you off his face and lowered you onto his bed. His lips were glossy with your desire. “can i fuck you?” he asked.
you were still trying to catch your breath, but your answer was an immediate, “fuck, yes.”
Anton went to step out of his pants and shrug off his shirt, and you watched him, watched as he revealed his bare chest, the skin chiseled and defined. the sight alone nearly finished you again. You were throbbing, aching, even now, and you were so desperate to feel him inside you.
he watched you take your shirt off, revealing the tits he’d cupped to him, and you were almost equally naked, except he stepped out of his boxers, but made sure you kept your panties on. for whatever reason.
When he spread your legs and got between them, he didn’t immediately enter you like you thought he would. He rubbed his cock against the dark, wet part of your underwear, back and forth, feeling how drenched you were through your panties.
“fuck,” Anton groaned. you didn’t know if he was teasing you or testing himself.
you watched him. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t diving headfirst. He was fully erect and you would be blind not to notice how big he was. You didn’t know how he was going to fit.
Anton slipped his cock underneath the edge of your panties and came out through the upper right corner of them, and you sucked in a gasp as you felt him brush against your clit. He slipped through your folds, coating his length in your slick that was only building the longer he kept tempting you. “you’re so wet,” he murmured. “for me?”
“yeah,” you said. “Anton, please…”
“please, what?”
your face was hot, but you were past the point of embarrassment. “please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want that too,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy around me, I want to hear how loud it gets for me when I'm inside you.”
oh my god. “Then what’s stopping you?” you grumbled.
“nothing,” he said, glancing up at you for a moment with a raised brow and a little smile on his face. “how bad do you want it?”
“You know how bad I want it,” you said. You reached down to grab him, twisting your hand around his dick.
“fuck…” Anton grunted. he fucked your fist while simultaneously rubbing himself against your cunt.
At last, he pushed your hand away, tapped his dick against your pussy a few times, and pushed himself inside you.
you gasped. He wasn't entirely sheathed yet, but it was enough to make you jolt. “oh my god.”
Anton raised a brow. “I'm barely inside you.” he chuckled and smoothed his finger over your hip. “Tell me when I can go deeper,” he said.
you nodded, willing yourself to relax. Even with how evidently aroused you were and your wetness leaking down your thighs, it wasn’t much easier. “Anton…”
“I know,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss you, then met your eyes. “just breathe, okay?”
you nodded again. A few moments passed, but Anton didn’t rush you. He knew for most people he was… an adjustment. “Okay. deeper.”
Anton was relieved. He sank even deeper within you, a weak noise of his own escaping him. you whimpered the further he went inside, but you didn’t tell him to stop. He kissed you through it, hoping to distract you the best he could, but nothing could take your mind off the way his cock was thoroughly stretching you out.
“can i move?” he asked when he sheathed to the hilt.
“wait,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him. “okay. yeah.”
“fuck,” Anton hissed. his eyes lowered, watching himself disappear in and out of your slippery cunt. “Is this what you've been wanting?”
“yes,” you stammered out.
Anton smiled. “I know it is.”
as he drove inside you, you could hear the wet smack of your bodies meeting, the joining of skin echoing on the walls. It made Anton crazy. “Do you hear that?” he asked.
you flushed at how loud the sound was. “yeah, i hear it…”
"Don't be shy,” he said, bringing his face to your neck. “that’s just how bad we want each other.”
it was unignorable, the sound, the wetness, the heat of your bodies pressed together. There was no denying the mutual desire.
you dragged your nails down his back. Anton groaned, the line between pain and pleasure narrow in his mind. “mark me…” he rasped.
you were convinced he was insane, but you were beginning to enjoy that about him.
“Look at me,” he said softly, grabbing your neck. The grip wasn’t tight, but it got your attention. Your eyes met his as you gasped and moaned beneath him, throbbing at hand around your throat, his cock reaching places you never even knew were there.
“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring into your eyes. “i wanted to fuck you like this since the very first night i saw you.”
“I wanted you too…” you confessed. The eye contact was too much, and you glanced away.
“no, beautiful,” he said, tilting your head back. He tightened his grip a little bit. “look at me.”
“Sorry,” you whispered.
Anton smiled. “you want to know what I thought about doing when Shotaro introduced you to me?”
your eyes flickered with curiosity. “what?”
Anton stopped and pulled out of you, but you didn’t have time to mourn, because seconds later, he told you to get on your hands and knees, and he entered you again from behind.
“oh, shit,” you moaned. it felt like he was even deeper than he was before.
Anton felt his mind reel. You were so tight and wet around him, it was all he could do not to come then and there. “Can I record you?” he asked very softly. “please? you look so pretty… I won't show anyone, I promise.”
it would be a lie if you said you didn’t like filming yourself in the act. “um, yeah…”
Anton grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pressed record soon after. He pressed you down against the mattress and pinned you there with one hand, your moans becoming muffled as your face got pushed into the sheets. but not for long. Anton adjusted your face to the side. “want to hear you,” he murmured. “i want to hear all the sounds you’re making for me.”
“Anton, please don’t stop,” you begged.
“wasn’t planning on it,” he grunted. “your pussy feels so good around me.” he smacked your ass, which made you cry out in surprise. “i knew you would feel so good. look how pretty you get for me.” he lowered the camera to wear your bodies met, your underwear drenched and pushed aside as his cock pounded you with a loud, sticky sound. he made sure to capture how messy it was down there.
you felt delirious, like you weren’t there in your own mind, but in some distant place where only the sensation of him hitting that sweet spot inside you could reach. you had no idea how badly you needed this until now, now that you couldn’t think about anything but this.
Anton felt himself beginning to grow bored of the position and pulled out again. He sat on the bed. “come here,” he said, pulling you up gingerly.
you crept over and he pulled you onto his lap.
“use my dick,” he murmured. “use me to make yourself cum.”
you did not need to be told twice. You settled on top of him and sank down, gripping his shoulders for purchase. The room smelled of sweat and sex, and a blend of the scents each of you used. But you were focused on how good it felt to be full of him. No one had ever stretched you the way he was.
Anton rested a hand on your hip, but he let you take the lead. he used the other hand to record you as you rocked your hips against his, no detail lost on him. he got the way you threw your hair back when it fell down your breasts, the way you tipped your head back and moaned his name, the way your lips hung open and your body shuddered.
he wasn’t going to last much longer. He knew that much. he didn’t want to intervene, not when you looked so pretty riding him so hard and taking what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to come first.
Anton reached to grab your throat. “goddamn, i’m not going anywhere,” he teased. “you look so good riding me like that, though. making yourself feel good.”
that sent a fire through your veins. The hand around your throat was like gasoline. “yes, yes, yes… Anton!” you cried out.
“Do you like that?” Anton tightened his grip. “You like my hands, don’t you?”
that sent you over the edge. You felt the warmth set off in the pit of your stomach and erupt to every corner of your body. your pussy clenched around him as you trembled with ecstasy. Anton grabbed your hip tightly to hold you through it. “that’s it, gorgeous,” he grunted. “i got you. i’m right here.”
“Anton,” you whimpered again.
“shh,” he said, running his hand up your back soothingly. the way your face tensed with pleasure as you came around him had him seconds away from boiling over. “That's it. You did so good for me.”
you went slack against him. Anton drove up into you, making you cling to his shoulders tightly as you took it. “fuck…”
“i’m gonna come,” Anton said. he set his phone so he could hold your hips with both hands. he looked up at you, his lips parted and his eyes damp. “please… please, pretty girl. let me come inside you. let me fill this pretty pussy up. Please, let me have this. i need it- oh, fuck… goddamn, i can’t hold back anymore, i’m gonna fuck you full.”
He sounded so good when he begged. “yes—” you gasped.
Anton swore as he spilled inside you, hands clamping down on your thighs. When you watched his face, it looked like he was resetting.
He took his time before he pulled out. When he did, he made sure to record his cum leaking from your dripping pussy, proof of how thoroughly he had wrecked you from within. “Goddamn,” he muttered. He slipped your panties back in place.
“They're ruined,” you whined.
Anton chuckled. “so… you won’t be needing them, is what I'm hearing?”
You smacked his chest. “you’re a pervert.”
“i’m a gentleman,” Anton said, smiling coyly. His face was tinged red. he gathered you in his arms and hoisted you in the arm. you yelped, reaching for his arms. “I'm going to clean up the mess I made. It's only fair.”
🪼⋆｡𖦹°. synopsis: you and your ex agreed to stay friends after a breakup–but what happens you're both drunk and he sees you grinding on another man?
(,,>ヮ<,,)! ~ contents: smut!!! 18+, some sungchan x reader, jealous!anton, drunk!anton, ex!anton, drunk AND unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), p in v, clingy!anton, grinding, dom anton, ass slapping, anton lwks has a breeding kink...
🫧⋆. author's note: this was 100% inspired by youngji's interview w/ anton...
it’s been roughly four months since you and anton broke up; there wasn’t much to it. he took his life a bit more serious than you did–he was captain of SNU’s swim team, at the top of his classes, and had lots of friends–he was the perfect guy, you should’ve been grateful you were even given a chance to date a guy like him…
but he was too perfect. you were a straight B student, not all that athletic, and 99% of the time went out partying instead of studying. whenever you would ask your lovely boyfriend to hang out, he told you the same three things:
‘sorry baby, i have swim.’
‘can’t, i have to study for exams coming up.’
‘can’t tonight–i’m busy.’
right, maintaining that perfect image took some effort–you admired anton for being so on top of it all. but when he began sacrificing all of his time with you, you realized maybe having a relationship with him wasn’t best.
“i want to break up.”
anton looked at you wide-eyed. “what?”
“chanyoung–you’re just too busy,” you started. “you’re a great guy, but it’s clear you don’t have time for me. we haven’t gone on a date in months, i don’t think we’ve had a real conversation for a while now–”
“yeah i’m–i, i know,” he replied. “i know we’ve talked about this a lot, and i think i agree…”
you pause. “i think it would be better if we just stayed friends.”
so the two of you did. if you had to be completely honest, things were great–you could do whatever you wanted without fear, without any agonizing thoughts of your boyfriend not texting you back, potentially cheating on you with some other girl smarter and prettier than you.
with exams finally over, shotaro invited you to a house party to celebrate. who were you to say no to some free liquor?
there, you met sungchan: soccer player in the year above you, seemed pretty into you from the amount of times he’s grinded on you tonight…
he bounced the ping pong ball, landing it into the last cup on your side of the table. you raised the red solo cup to your lips and downed another cup of beer–him and wonbin cheering from the other side of the table.
“whichever team loses has to drink a shot of tequila too.” sungchan giggled, clearly drunk as he hunched over the table about to puke at any moment… to be honest, the amount of alcohol you consumed tonight was starting to get to your head as well.
“shit–sungchan when i get my hands on you,” you laughed as you and winter poured each other more liquor. the two of you clinked your glasses together and took another shot.
he came up behind you and held you in a tight embrace, resting his hands on your hips as you pressed your lips onto his. one thing came to another–and here you were, atop sungchan’s lap. there were about ten people in the room aside from you and him, but you couldn’t care less.
sungchan palmed your ass and pulled you closer to him, settling your clothed pussy atop the bulge in his jeans. his tongue tangled with yours as you began to rock your hips back and forth on top of him. he let out a groan as you rubbed yourself against him.
“fuck, sungchan i’m so wet–”
“i know you are…you want me to take care of you?”
you nod, and he tells you to stay there as he searches for a condom from one of his friends. you couldn’t care less if he used a condom or not–leaving you here alone and horny wasn’t a good look..
suddenly, you felt someone’s grip on your wrist, pulling you upstairs and into one of the open rooms. you looked up as he dragged you, spotting a familiar face. he dragged you into the room and locked the door behind him.
“anton–what the fuck.. why are you here–”
“what are you doing?” he replied, voice deep. you’ve never seen him this angry. it was kinda turning you on. “why were you all up on him?”
“it’s none of your business anton–we broke up, remember?” you said harshly. you noticed the flush of red on the tip of his ears. “anton…you’re drunk–”
“don’t tell me you aren’t.” he whined, looking down at you. “i–i can’t think straight–i can’t handle us not being together baby, i can’t handle seeing anyone touch you–”
you pulled his face towards you, crashing your lips onto his as the taste of beer hit your tongue. his hands grabbed your sides as he pressed his body closer to yours, leading you backwards and onto the bed.
“i’m–i’m so sorry for treating you so badly babygirl–” he cried into your mouth. “you mean so much to me, i can’t imagine you not in my life…” he pulled you onto the bed fully, crawling on top of you. “is this fine? i’m sorry…i can stop, we’re not thinking right–”
“chanyoung, just put your dick in me.” you slapped his shoulder lightly and ran your hand down his bicep.
“i don’t have a condom–”
“it’s fine, i’ll take a morning after.”
your palms raised to his face, one hand running through his hair as your lips danced together. he pulled away briefly, unbuckling his belt and discarding it to the floor as he began to work the zipper on his jeans. anton pulled his pants and boxers down, exposing the length of his cock.
“are you sure i can put it in baby? you’d let me?” he whimpered.
“yes–yes i’d always let you tony–” you cried, pulling down your skirt and panties–a long string of slick connecting the fabric and your pussy together.
anton didn’t want to know whether you got wet for him or the filth of a man who dared to even look in your direction; he just wanted to feel you around him.
he pressed his index and middle finger between your legs briefly, spreading your pussy lips and coating his fingers with your juices before bringing his hand to his mouth, licking it clean while maintaining eye contact with you.
you moaned in response–but before you could say something in return you felt the heat of anton’s tip pressed against your hole, earning a quiet gasp from your lips.
“you’re doing so good for me–” he panted as he pushed his cock further in. “babygirl i know you can take it, you have so many times before–just one more time for me baby…” you nodded, whimpering as he slid his full length into you. “shit–she’s tighter than i remember…”
it was all for him. you haven’t had sex with anybody since you’ve broken up with anton in hopes of him crawling back to you.
“can i move? does it hurt?”
“yes–please tony…” that was all he needed before he began to thrust deep inside you. hell–you would think anton would build up the pace over time, but no; anton needed you bad.
“mmh–i missed you so much…i missed this pretty pussy so much…tell me you missed me too baby.” he whimpered.
“i missed you so, so much tony–” you replied before he flipped you over and forced you on your hands and knees. he held your ass in the air and thrusted from behind, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
“i know–i know you did baby, nobody could fuck you this good–right?” he smacked your bare ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. “yeah, nobody could–only i can touch you like this.”
you buried your face into the pillow, arching your back as his dick hit your sweet spot oh-so-good. “i’m gonna cum tony–”
“yeah? you’re gonna cum for me babygirl? is that right?” he whispered, bringing his arm around you and pressing his fingers to your clit. you moaned into the pillow, scared the people downstairs might hear you. “does this feel good? you gonna cum?” he rubbed your clit faster, thrusting into you at the same rapid speed.
you cried. “yes, yesyesyes fuck, tony i’m gonna cum–”
anton let out a sharp whimper as his dick gave out on him–painting your walls white with his cum. he slowly fucked it into you, moaning loud.
“baby, i’m gonna fill you up so much...” he cried. “yeah, you’re gonna be full of my kids–my cum leakin’ out of this pussy while everyone’s tryna get a piece of you…”
you came to your release shortly after, moaning into the pillow as you squirted all over anton’s dick.
“yeah, just like that babygirl–i’m gonna show this off, gonna show everyone you’re squirting for me. i know you want that…” he whimpered.
“baby…” you cried.
“shhh, it’s okay, tony’s taking care of you…” he said softly, running his fingers through your hair, your face still pressed into the pillow.
a/n; oh to have all my plans ruined by needy anton..💔
cw: fwb situation, cursing, he’s horny as hell, baby what plot.., smut — dry humping, eating puh, p in v, no condom ( be smart ), male moaning !!!, talking a luh nasty👀
summary: leaving anton’s apartment after everything blew over with your roommate wasn’t as easy as you thought it was gonna be. the apartment was just so nice and.. has so many usable surfaces and like. yeah.
<- previous
this is how it usually started. you were hanging out in anton’s room, both of you laid in his bed and being super social by sending each other tiktoks depspite being right in front of each other. it was the perfect, most innocent, friend activity. until it wasn’t. anton’s head landed heavily on your flat shoulder,
“i wanna fuck you so badly…”
“yo, chill.”
after the incident about a week ago; after letting yourself freak out about it first, you became pretty content with the fact that you smashed your best friend. despite your perfectly rational fear that things would become awkward after, your friendship remained relatively normal. emphasis on relatively. however, the fact that things didn’t become awkward between you two meant there was absolutely no deterrent against doing it again…. and again, and again.
your roommate wondered why the hell you had overstayed at anton’s by like a lot of days... your friends wondered why you were either late or absent to all the recent gatherings. it was because anton was insatiable. like he couldn’t get up off you.
nestled between your open legs in his bed, anton moved his hips over yours, “i can’t help it. when you touch me, i’m instantly hard. it’s like muscle memory.”
“ou, don’t do that.” you sighed out, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs, “i-i need to get— i have to meet my friends.”
he whined in response grinding down into you, “i know, i know. i won’t keep you long…”
“toni…” you knew and he that he was full of shit. but the featherlight feel of his lips brushing your neck pushed all the rational thoughts out of your head. “okay, okay, fine.”
with your permission, anton’s mouth was immediately on yours, kissing you all sloppy and holding your neck to keep you in place. slowly, he continued humping into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles.
“fuck, you’re so— you feel warm. i could cum like this.” anton whimpered.
you held onto his shoulder, “wait, i want you inside me…”
didn’t you have somewhere to be..?
already sitting up to strip his clothes, anton laughed, “don’t you have somewhere to be, though?”
you rolled your eyes as you started pulling down your leggings. “just— let’s just not ask questions right now.”
through hooded eyes, you watched as anton pushed his boxer briefs down, letting his dick spring up against his lower ab. you were expecting him to start teasing you. anything but the way he immediately leant down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy.
“i could never get tired of doing this…”
you slid your fingers into his soft hair, tugging gently and sighing heavily. “anton, please.”
“hm? give me a second.” the sound of anton humming vibrated through his lips around your clit, making your eyes roll back. “i’m tryna get you wet for me.”
“i already am—” you whined desperately but anton continued with no remorse.
he flattened his tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe upwards and your hips bucked into his mouth. “this pretty pussy tastes so good…” moaning against you, he pushed his tongue inside of you and with each twitch of your hips, your clit bumped against his nose. you were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you felt tears start to well up in your eyes. it took everything in him to pull away, but he was feeling like if he didn’t fuck you soon? he could die.
anton tapped his dick against your now puffy pussy lips a couple times before sliding in with comfortable ease. you immediately had to dig your nails into him. he should not have gotten you that close.
anton pressed a kiss just below your earlobe, “i’m gonna put it in, okay, baby?”
you nodded at him and he rubbed his tip against your sensitive clit before finally bottoming out inside of you with a quiet moan, immediately starting to roll his hips into yours with rhythmic ease.
“fuck, you’re wet… does it feel good?”
wrapping your legs around his waist, you nodded.
“yeah? it feels good? let me rub that clit, baby.” he sat upright on his knees, still fucking into you and started rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves, making you cry out.
“anton—” you cut yourself off with a low moan.
“you feel so fucking good around me.” anton whined above you, “s-so good to me… hah.”
the sound of his hips smacking into the backs of your thighs grew louder as his thrusts be came more shallow and irregular. he was making it very clear that he was getting close.
“are you gonna cum for me, toni?” you stroked his hair and his face contorted in pure pleasure. he couldn’t answer you.
“please?” you pecked his lips and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back. the tip of his dick pushing against that spongy spot inside you with each thrust had him weak. you wanted nothing more in this moment than for him to cum inside you, because you knew the noises he would make could finish you off.
anton was resilient; determined to keep going for you. he leant forwards again, shifting his weight onto his hands and expertly grinding his hips into yours. this however gave you the perfect angle to start kissing at his shoulders, the crook of his neck, his jaw, his face. he knew it was coming. or was hoping at least. anton opened his mouth slightly and again, your lips met his in a fervent kiss.
he attempted to muffle his moans against your lips but it was no use for him. he was already there. anton pulled his lips away from yours to release a string of high pitched moans and curses as his hips stuttered against you. the friction of his pelvis against your clit triggering your own orgasm.
“anton—”
“mmph.. f-fuck, i’m cumming. i’m cumming for you.” anton’s brows were furrowed in pure pleasure as he fucked his warm load into you. “fuck, baby, take my cum… just like that.”
anton’s body fell limp on top of yours. you gently dragged your nails up and down his back, laughing at the way he twitched as a result.
“toni… you sound so pretty.”
anton breathed out a shy laugh. “stop. i’m embarrassed.” he was breathless.
you let out a content sigh, allowing your eyes to dart around to the clock on your wall. yeah, no way you were making it to whatever plans you had. you were gonna have to start making up some excuse real fast because you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. nor did you want it to be.
( l. anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. oral ( fem.) , unprotected sex , soft dom anton , sub space 𓄵 word count. 1043 { back to library }
( request ). I would like to request older but shorter female reader x anton. I just feel like the combo would be really cute since Anton yes, it's used to being the youngest but he's also the oldest sibling, and reader whom is older but is the youngest sibling and is used to being taken care of (yes, lemme proyect myself here for a sec). Could be an scenario where its fluffy like they're out at a party and just having fun (kinda highlighting their dynamic where reader is taken care of) but then smutty towards the end?.
( yeni’s notes ). hope you like it !!
anton searched around for you , your drink and your purse in his hand , along with your phone in his pocket so he was unable to contact you , not like you’d hear him , your phone is constantly on dnd , he told you to stop doing that.
you were older than him , not that much but still noticeable; but anton still loved to take care of you , him being the older brother in his family made his caring nature coming out when it came to you. he loved taking care of you , and you being the younger sibling you liked being taken care of.
“baby.” he finally found you; sitting on a chair. “i told you to stay behind me while i got your drink.” he handed you the drink. “what happened.”
“my feet started to hurt.”
he sat in the seat next to you , holding your purse in his lap. “let me see.” that’s how you ended up in wearing his shoes that were 7 sizes too big for you , your heels dangling in his hands.
“is yn wearing your shoes?” sungchan asked , anton nodded. “her feet hurt , i just stole a pair of house shoes from shotaro.” he said. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”
you were getting hungry — so that was anton’s cue to grab all your belongings , saying goodbye to his friends before guiding you out of the house , helping you into the car , putting a blanket he kept in the car for you over your skirt. “comfortable?”
after getting you comfortable , he climbed onto the drivers seat , making sure the air was to your liking before he drove off. “what do you want to eat?”
his hand on your thigh , rubbing it softly as you went back in forth about what you want , smiling when you got frustrated. “you want me to pick?” already knowing the answer - you liked when he took control , so even watching him order at the drive through had your panties soaking.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he said, driving to the second window. “like you want to eat me.”
“it’s hot…” you started , eyeing him up in his seat. “when you take care of me.” he watched your eyes darken in real time.
his cheeks were red , he smiled as the worker handed him the food , driving off. “well i love taking care of you.” he said , squeezing your thigh , rubbing inside of his , his hand half way up your skirt — the tension in the car hotter now that you both gave off the silent alarm that you wanted each other… bad.
you were on him as soon as the door of your apartment closed. “baby.” he said through your kisses. “baby you need to eat first , you -fuck- you said you were hungry.” his words turning into moans as you kissed his neck.
“we can eat later.”
“no , baby we can eat now , don’t need you passing out , we both know that piece of chicken did nothing yesterday.” sometimes you hated when he took care of you. “eat.”
he watched you eat , telling you to slow down when you sped up do to his need , wiping your lip with his thumb — you wrapped your lips around his thumb . sucking on it. “fuck.”
he moved away seeing what you were doing. “baby stop being so needy , eat your food.” you groaned , finishing your food quickly making him laugh. “such a needy girl.”
he finally took you to your shared room , laying you on the bed. “been such a needy girl.” he kissed your calf as he pulled down your skirt; spreading your legs.
“look at how wet you are?” biting down on his lip. “you’re dripping.” rubbing you through your panties , you moaned.
“plea-please fuck me.”
“not yet princess.” pulling your panties down your legs , he lifted your hips up , throwing your legs over his shoulders , kissing in between your thighs. “want to eat your pretty pussy.”
feeling his lips on your cunt , licking your folds. “fuck tonie.” you tugged at his hair , he groaned against your pussy , your legs digging into his bag. “fuck that feels good.”
his plump lips wrapping around your tiny clit; you clutched the sheets. “you taste so fucking good.” he spit on your folds , licking a fat stripe up his folds. “such a pretty pussy.”
two of his fingers curling up inside you suddenly making your eyes widened , a loud moan falling from your lips as he fingered you. “ton.” you cursed. “m’gonna cum!”
“cum for me.” he sped up. “cum all over my fingers.”
his cock now begging to be released as you rode his fingers. “there we go.” he said softly , unbuckling his pants. “such a good girl.” he kissed your clit , pulling away to get rid of his clothes.
“you look so pretty , all fucked out for me.” rubbing his cock along your folds , pushing just his tip inside; you moaned. “you’re so pretty baby -fuck- sucking me in like this.”
he slowly pushed his cock in , stretching you out. “fuck.” he cursed , holding your waist as he fully bottomed out. “you’re so fucking tight.”
your cunt fluttered around his cock as he began to move , his cock sawing in and out of you. “tonie.”
“hmm.” he kised your neck , his cock hitting that spot , he smirked seeing your eyes roll back. “speak to me pretty , how can i help you?” his big hand coming to toy with your nipples.
“fa-faster..”
“faster?” he chuckled in your ear. “you want me to go faster?” you nodded , pleas fall from your cock drunk lips. “okay princess.”
his pace fastening , his name falling from your lips like a mantra. “you feeling good, baby?” you could barely understand what he was saying. “you gonna cum for me?”
“cum for me , be a good girl and cum.”
you came with his name on your lips , he cursed , cock twitching inside you as he reached his peak as well. “fuck.” his face dipping into your neck as he came down.
he took a good look at you , eyes glazed over. “you with me princess?” not getting an answer , you were too far gone. “it’s okay baby.” kissing your cheek.
