#anton x reader

⚘ Kisses

after a whole day around kyoto’s famous destinations, your body eventually gave up. you rummaged through your family’s luggage, but they really forgot to bring any antihistamine.

it was already past midnight. you ran out of pills and didn’t want to go downstairs to find a convenience store. instead,

you: heyy, still awake?

infuriating is typing…

infuriating: yo

infuriating: y?

you rolled your eyes at his response, as if he wasn’t so attentive the whole day. also texting you when he was just four or ten meters away while touring around, or winking at you across the crowded train car.

you: do u have antihistamine? my rhinitis is so bad

infuriating: i do

infuriating: meet me outsideee

you were already in your sleepwear, but you didn’t care at all. you just wanted that instant remedy.

when you heard the door across yours click open, you slipped out, wedging your slipper in the doorway so it wouldn't lock you out.

anton’s head poked out, his messy hair giving away that he’d been lounging. he handed you the blister pack and chuckled softly. “you look so red.”

you rolled your eyes. “i told you why.”

he glanced back into his room before stepping completely into the dimly lit hallway, letting the door snap shut behind him.

it was dead silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. anton casually leaned back, watching you intently until you raised an eyebrow. “what?”

the taller guy chuckled, his voice low in the quiet space. “nothing. you’re just real comfortable around me.”

his eyes took in your appearance. you didn’t care that you were wearing a loose pajama set with nothing underneath. you were about to go to sleep anyway.

your forehead creased in annoyance. “well, i’ve known you for years. your mom is my mom’s favorite long-distance friend, and our brothers are basically glued at the hip. duh.”

he rested his shoulder against the wall, looking away with a faint smirk. “right. family friends.”

you ignored the tone in his voice and popped a pill into your palm.

“fuck. i don’t have any water.”

“what? it’s a tiny pill. you can just- dude,” anton started, but stopped when he saw your expression. he knew how much you hated swallowing medicine dry.

“whatever, i’m just gonna-” you groaned miserably, staring down at the small tablet.

you placed the pill carefully on your tongue and tried to swallow, but it just got stuck against your cheek. anton read your expression instantly.

before you could complain, the bastard leaned in, cupping the back of your neck as his lips pressed firmly against yours.

you unconsciously melted into the heat of the kiss for a second.

you needed that, honestly. after days of this exhausting ‘what are we’ or whatever you can call it situation on the trip. 

you’d known him for two years. your mom practically wanted him to be her son-in-law. it made sense, but something had always kept the two of you from actually happening.

until this japan trip. he’d been blatantly flirting with you, especially over texts and snapchat. 

and the trip still had osaka, tokyo, and nagoya stops. you’re damned, obviously. 

his free hand slithered up your spine to pull you flush against him, still sealing your lips with a slow kiss until you had no choice but to swallow the pill whole.

anton pulled back with a lingering smirk, watching as your throat moved to swallow the pill, your face flushing hot. you could feel how cold you were from your nervousness. 

“you’re welcome.” said the smug anton in front of you. 

he knew you way too well.

normally, you were fine around anton. he was polite, charming, and every mom’s dream guy. his family had helped yours through plenty, and the bond was solid. but because he lived in a different city, you rarely saw him in person.

well, thank god for that…?

except for moments like that one time he drove like crazy to your place when your dog had a seizure. he was severely allergic to dogs, yet he practically flew his car over just to take you to the vet. or how he’d always drop your brother off whenever he needed a lift.

he wasn't just somebody.

but ever since you reunited with him at the airport for this trip, something had clearly shifted.

and fuck that something.

by the following night, right before leaving for osaka, you were packing your bags when your mom asked you to grab her melatonin from anton’s room.

you had avoided anton the entire day, barely responding to his texts. even your brother had asked why there was suddenly so much tension between you two.

you: come outside

infuriating: but i wanted it raw

you: omg shut up

anton was already grinning when he opened the door, pulling it wide open to signal you inside.

he was alone, and the connecting door to his parents’ room was locked. “where’s your brother?” you asked, glancing around.

anton paused his search for the melatonin on the nightstand. “well, have you seen yours?”

damn. why was he always so sassy?

“oh. i didn’t know he went to 7-eleven with him.”

you sat on the edge of his bed, which smelled frustratingly good. just like his cologne.

finally finding the bottle, anton walked over and stood right in front of you. he held it out, resting his free hand on his hip while looking down at you. 

“i’m gonna have to start charging for late-night visits.”

“is that so?” you held his gaze as you took the bottle from his hand.

instead of stepping back, he sat down right next to you, his eyes refusing to break contact.

there he was, eyefucking you again.

he pointed lazily at your pajama top. “i can see your… boobs.”

you looked down at where the fabric gaped open. “so? why are you even looking, pervert?” 

you weren’t guilty because you genuinely forgot to button them.

you reached up to do the top two buttons, but his fingers suddenly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.

you looked up at him, pure confusion and annoyance written across your face. “what?”

anton leaned in a little closer, his thumb lightly brushing your wrist.

“can i touch them?”

you studied his expression for a second. how could you even resist those stupid, yearning eyes…even when he was asking for something so ridiculous.

anton caught your silence and immediately loosened his grip on your wrists. “nevermind. i’m sorry.”

looking down like a neglected dog trying to avoid your gaze, his guilty eyes still managed a sneaky glance at your slightly unbuttoned top.

you took the chance to lean close to his face. it was finally your turn to give him a taste of his own medicine.

placing a finger under his jaw, you gently tilted his head up so he was forced to meet your eyes. “eyes up here.”

then you pressed your lips against his.

the bastard was the one taken aback now. finally. 

you shifted your weight on the bed, crawling closer until there was zero space left between you. the second you deepened the kiss, his hands instinctively moved to your waist, his large palms gripping your hips beneath the loose fabric of your pajama top. 

anton’s lips parted against yours, the kiss turning slow, deep, and intoxicating. he pulled you flush against his chest, his breath hot against your neck as his mouth moved to yours with a desperate, pent-up cadence.

without breaking the kiss, you reached down and took one of his hands from your waist. you slowly guided him up your stomach, sliding them beneath your top until his warm palm rested directly against your breasts.

anton let out a low, ragged breath right into your mouth, his fingers tensing against your skin as he froze for a split second. you were still gripping the bottle of melatonin in your other hand. 

completely at your mercy, his hand molded over your bare breast, his thumb and finger tightening around your nipple just enough to send a sharp, electric shiver straight down your spine.

his lips pulled away slightly, and he instantly smiled when he saw your confident smirk. his hand was still fondling your breasts.

“can i suck them?” anton shyly whispered.

you flicked his forehead as an instant response, pushing him back while sliding his hand out from inside your top.

you stood up, giggling at him.

“please?” anton pleaded. you could only laugh at how pathetic he was acting, but the heat in his eyes told you he really meant it—which made it even funnier.

“baby… please please please please please.”

you were taken aback by the sudden pet name, let alone the relentless begging, and just giggled again.

“are we forgetting that my mom needs her melatonin?”

he groaned, standing up to walk you to the door.

you couldn't think of any good excuses to see him the following night.

anton sat across from you during the bullet train ride to osaka. he stayed quiet and timid in person, but the two of you casually used your text thread as a live commentary, reacting whenever a family member said something weird or whenever you lost sight of him in the crowds.

whatever, you thought, typing out a message.

you: can i have some of the hair mask u bought

you: and can u check if my yukio keychain is in your donki bag

infuriating: cool excuse to suck my dick but okay

you: you want?

infuriating: im not alone lol

you: boooooo

you: im outside

you heard his footsteps rush toward the door of the room he was sharing with his brother.

“what’s the plan?” he asked in a low voice, his head poking out into the hallway.

you gave him a faint smirk, pretending to think it over. “give me some of the hair mask… and, uh, check if my yukio is in your stuff.”

he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “he’s asleep.”

“so?” you pushed past him, heading straight for the bathroom right by the entrance.

you grabbed the hair mask and began applying a bit to your hair. anton leaned against the doorframe, watching you through the mirror, his eyes scanning you while you busied yourself.

then, he moved. stepping up behind you in the glass, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. his face buried into the nook of your neck, placing a warm, lingering kiss there before his hands slid boldly up your ribcage to cup your chest.

you burst out a quiet laugh at the immediate look of disappointment on his face in the mirror. “fuck. why are you wearing a bra?”

“why not?” you answered sassily, finger-combing your hair.

unable to resist him any longer, you turned around, resting your lower back against the sink to face his tall frame. anton leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as he effortlessly lifted you to sit on the edge of the counter. 

feeling you smile into the kiss, he playfully bit your bottom lip before deepening it, his hands sliding up under your shirt, pulling you so close that there wasn't a single breath of air left between you.

your hand reached down, palming the hard length beneath his gray sweatpants, feeling the hot fabric strain against your grip as a low gasp caught in his throat.

anton pulled away briefly. you looked at his pleading face, his lips formed in a slight pout that made your chest ache with pure cuteness aggression.

he hissed, his hips twitching forward helplessly when you squeezed him again through the cotton.

you gave him a soft peck on his cheek.

“you know i could book a separate room,” he murmured, his voice thick as his hands caressed both sides of your waist.

“no.” you kissed the tip of his nose. “this one’s better. i like having excuses to see you every night.”

“what’s your excuse tomorrow?” he asked, stealing a quick kiss from your smiling lips.

“hmm… tylenol tomorrow, then probably melatonin again the night after.”

anton let out a low laugh, his chest rumbling against yours before he captured your mouth in a sweet, lingering kiss that left you both breathless.

he was so cute that you finally gave in.

stepping off the sink, you gripped his waist and pulled him until he was the one leaning against the edge of the counter. you dropped to your knees on the cool tile, your fingers sliding beneath the elastic waistband of his sweatpants to wrap around his bare, throbbing warmth.

his v-line and veins going down there were enough to make you feel confident to take him.

anton’s head fell back against nothing, a breathless chuckle escaping him as his fingers instinctively tangled into your hair. “i guess i’ll really have to book a room, babygirl.”

again, you were still at the second stop of this trip. 

;)