sneaky link ⊹ lee chanyoung (anton)
summary: your neighbour anton gets drunk and wanders into your place by accident. the next thing you know, you're fucking him...
genre: strangers to lovers au, smut!!! p in v, missionary, doggy, tipsy anton, hand job, drunk naked making out, clingy and whiny anton!!
word count: 3k
a/n: okay okayyyyy i couldn't help myself!!!! tipsy anton supremacy yall (everyone thank lee young jiiii)
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KNOCK KNOCK
A thumping at your door shook you awake. You rolled out of bed, rubbing your eyes. It was a Saturday night, and the digital clock on your nightstand read 02:31 AM.
“Who's knocking so late…” you mumbled, padding towards the front door of your apartment.
You pulled the door open just a crack. What you saw shocked you.
It was Anton, your upstairs neighbour. His cheeks and ears were flushed a deep red, and his hair was dishevelled. There was no denying he was gorgeous.
You’d seen him around. In fact, you’d always find some excuse to be in the lobby when he’d get back from his morning runs, sweaty and exhilarated, with his damp shirt stuck to his abs. But apart from a few polite greetings in the elevator, you’d not spoken much.
“Anton- uhh. This isn’t your- you’re one floor up,” you said, voice hoarse from having just been woken up.
But Anton wasn’t listening. He was staring at the house key in his palm, as if he’d forgotten how to use it. That’s when you realised that he was drunk.
You were struck by how tall Anton was up close. And handsome. Wow. You could smell the tequila on him, tangy and sharp, mixed with citrus shampoo and something else - the scent of a man. You subtly took in a deep breath. It had been so long since you’d last had some good dick.
“Stupid- fuckin- key…” Anton said, swaying a bit. “Won’t work.”
Anton lurched forwards and pushed himself into your apartment, completely oblivious that it wasn’t his. You stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding being bumped into.
Anton’s body was firm and lean beneath his tight black T shirt and form-fitting jeans. It was like his biceps were carved out of marble. You couldn’t believe he was in your apartment right now.
He staggered towards the couch in your living room, almost knocking over your lamp in the process. Then, he slumped down and rubbed his eyes with both hands.
He looked up at you, registering for the first time that he wasn’t alone.
“Oh… it’s Y/n right? How’s it goin’?” he said, smiling shyly. He had a thick American twang that felt exotic to your ears.
“Hi Anton.” You watched him with a bemused smile. He was so drunk that he didn’t realise it was weird that you were here, in “his” apartment.
“You seem kinda wasted…” you said, laughing a little.
“Guess you could say that, yeah…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. As if on queue, Anton hiccuped. Then his face scrunched up as he laughed at himself.
“Let me get you some water,” you said, running to the kitchen. You were wide awake now, your body on fire with possibility. You returned with a plastic cup and handed it to Anton.
Anton brought the red cup to his lips. You watched his Adam’s apple squeeze as he started to drink. But his hand was shaky, and soon, he’d spilled half the cup on his shirt.
“Oops,” Anton giggled, lips shining. “Better take this off.”
He patted his firm stomach, the T shirt heavy with water. To your utter surprise, Anton reached behind his head, grabbed the collar of his T shirt, and pulled it over his head. He dropped the sopping wet thing onto the couch beside him.
Your mouth fell open. Anton’s naked torso was magnificent. His smooth skin was a warm brown, tanned from all the summer days spent splashing around in the outdoor pool near your building. His chest was all hard muscle, with two dark, small nipples winking at you. His stomach was concave, and rippling with muscle.
There was a dark smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. It got thicker as it winded down into his pants. You found yourself wandering if he shaved his hair down there, or he kept it wild. You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.
“I think you got some on your jeans too,” you whispered, pointing at a dark patch on his thigh.
Anton followed your gaze to his own crotch. He smacked his hand over his face, giggling again.
“I’m so silly today,” he said, with a high pitched, breathy laugh.
Anton stood up. Like the Eiffel Tower, his long frame dwarfed everything in your tiny living room. He fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and pulled them down.
Except, he’d taken his boxers down with his jeans, and now, he was completely naked.
You gasped.
Anton stood there, unfazed by his utter nakedness. He looked at the shocked expression on your face, and then laughed.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he said, clutching his stomach. It was like butter wouldn’t melt in that sweet, pink mouth.
You tried not to look at his cock, but you couldn’t help it. It was like your eyes were magnetised to it. Anton had a waist so tiny it would make any girl green with envy, and his low, narrow hips almost defied the laws of physics. His pubic hair was jet black and neatly trimmed. His cock - the darkest part of him - was soft, and his tip hid shyly in his foreskin.
You imagined sucking that soft worm into your mouth, feeling it stiffen and grow on your tongue. You could almost hear Anton’s whiny moans, his soft pleads. Your panties grew wet at the thought.
“Feel- dizzy-” Anton said, through gritted teeth. He began to wobble.
You lept forwards, grabbing onto Anton’s waist just as he was about to tip over. Suddenly, Anton’s whole body weight was on you. His skin was hot against yours.
“Need to lie down,” Anton said. “Help me to the bed, please.”
You wedged a shoulder into his armpit and half dragged, half carried him to your bedroom. It wasn’t far, but each step felt like wading through wet sand.
“You’re kinda hot, you know,” Anton said, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re drunk,” you replied. You tried your best to sound unbothered, but your cheeks were warm.
You looked up at Anton’s face and realised that he was greedily staring down your top, at your bare breasts. You were wearing a thin baggy T shirt as pyjamas, with no bra underneath.
“Hey!” you said, clamping your hand down over your chest.
Anton flashed you a lazy, sexy smile. His brown eyes twinkled in the low lights.
You reached your bed, and let Anton drop onto the mattress. He shuffled till he was lying on his back, nestled amongst the mountain of plushies you normally slept with.
That’s when you realised that Anton’s cock was now hard.
Anton noticed you noticing his erection. He whined, suddenly shy. His penis had grown to double its previous size.
“I can’t help it! You really are sexy. I’ve seen you, you know, in those tight little pencil skirts you wear when you leave for the office each morning.”
You raised your brows. You had no idea that Anton had noticed you before. You were too busy ogling him, that you hadn’t even considered he may have been looking back.
“Now can you please stop standing there like a weirdo and come lie down next to me?” Anton said, subtly grinding the heel of his palm against his cock.
You thought about saying no - about getting a blanket and sleeping on the couch. That would be the logical move. But right now, with this tipsy, athletic, naked man lying in your bed, all your rationality had gone straight out of the window.
You slid onto the bed beside Anton, heart racing.
You lay down beside him, the tips of your fingers just brushing his. Up until now, it had been just a bit of fun, but now that you were actually lying in bed next to Anton, it felt all too real. It had been a long time since you’d last had someone else in the bed with you.
“Baby girl,” Anton said, turning towards you. “Stop thinking so hard.”
You turned to see Anton’s warm chocolate eyes staring back at you. His plump lips looked soft and inviting.
You leaned closer, almost on instinct, and kissed him.
The kiss started off hesitant, just his soft mouth pressed against yours. Then, as you both gained courage, it got deeper. You opened your mouth and Anton's tongue shyly touched yours, sending warm tingles to your heat. He tasted sweet, with a faint touch of lime. He sucked up your bottom lip into his mouth, making you moan quietly in surprise.
Mouths locked, you shuffled closer so that your bodies were touching. You felt something hard press against your lower belly. Reaching up, you tangled your hand into his soft hair. When you brushed the sharp, cropped hairs at the back of his neck, Anton whined against your lips.
Anton stroked your waist, his hand slipping under your T shirt to meet your bare skin. He grabbed onto your soft curve of your hip, squishing your flesh with his large hand. His grip was possessive, like he wanted to own you.
He stroked down to your ass, then squeezed it playfully. You squeaked.
“You have such a nice body,” he whispered against your lips.
“You too,” you said.
You pulled Anton’s hand from your ass and slid it up under your T shirt, towards your chest. Anton got the message, and eagerly squeezed your breast. His thumb rubbed your sensitive nipple, sending sparkles shooting over your skin.
“So soft… wanna fall asleep on your tits,” he moaned, between kisses.
You blushed.
You could feel his erection pressing against the swell of your inner thigh. Bolder now, he was rubbing it up against your skin, moaning quietly each time his tip caught on the lace trim of your panties.
The kiss became more desperate. You stroked your hand down Anton's firm, flat stomach, admiring how toned his body was.
You pressed your thumb into his belly button. Then, the tips of your fingers brushed against the thick, curly hair around the base of his cock, making him gasp. You reached down and stroked the crease of his inner thigh. You were touching everywhere except the place where he wanted you to touch the most.
“It hurts,” he whined, bottom lip trembling. “Please don’t tease.”
You grinned against his mouth.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, making him gasp sharply. His dick was impossibly hot and stiff under your touch. Wide too. The tip leaked precome down onto your hand.
You gathered the wetness on your fingers and started to stroke him, up and down.
Anton pressed his forehead against yours, too deep in his own pleasure to be able to kiss you back. He scrunched his eyes closed and whimpered softly.
“Feels so fucking good,” he moaned.
You twisted your hand around his member, stroking his cock and milking him.
Anton groaned and pushed your hand away, suddenly.
“Wait! If you do that, I'm gonna come so fast,” he said, breathless. “And I still haven't… I wanna feel you too.”
Anton reached between your legs and pressed his fingers into the damp patch on your panties. His fingers curled around the lace and he pulled them off down your thighs. The air was cool on your bare cunt.
He gazed at your glistening slit, eyes wide. “Damn,” he said, quietly. He reached out and brushed two fingers lazily through your pussy lips, making you shiver.
Anton sat up. You could tell he wanted to push you down onto the bed, get on top, and plough his cock into you, but you didn’t let him. Instead, you smacked your palm against his firm chest, keeping him flat on the bed.
“I wanna be on top,” you said, feeling unusually bold. You swung your leg over Anton’s body and straddled his hips. For good measure, you pulled your T shirt over your head and flung it to the side, leaving you completely bare. Anton’s hands automatically went to your tits, engulfing them in his large palms.
His cock, flushed red and still dribbling, was resting on your stomach.
You reached over to your bedside table and pulled out a pink foil wrapper. You ripped the condom packet with your teeth, making Anton smile.
“Okay, I see how it is,” he said, swallowing a laugh.
You grinned as you rolled the condom onto his member. You dipped two fingers inside your pussy, happily finding yourself soaking wet.
Lifting your hips, you positioned the tip of his dick against your hole. Slowly, you sank down, taking him inch by inch all the way inside your hot, wet pussy. You kept your hands planted on his strong abs for support.
The stretch of him inside you felt so unbelievably good. You could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft as you went down, and it had you seeing stars.
When he was fully inside, you let out a long breath, finally relaxing.
You opened your eyes, not even realising you’d closed them. Anton’s face was a dark red. His hair whipped wildly around his face.
“Damn, you took it all in one go,” he said, looking genuinely impressed.
You smirked. “I’ve taken bigger cocks than yours in my time.”
“Liar,” Anton said, flashing his teeth in a grin. He was surprisingly sharp and witty, and you started to think that maybe he wasn’t as drunk as he pretended to be.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being swung through the air. Before you knew it, you were on your back.
“What the… How did you-” you spluttered.
You looked up at Anton, who was now lying on top of you. His cock was still inside you, and his hips were nestled between your legs. The weight of him on top made your pussy sparkle in an entirely new way.
“Sorry,” Anton said, starting to thrust in and out of you. “I was getting impatient.”
“Cheeky!” You said, before his thrusts knocked the breath out of your lungs.
You held onto Anton’s shoulders as he fucked into you with strong, steady strokes. His cock was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You could already feel your orgasm building, and your pussy getting wetter.
Anton was thrusting so hard that the headboard of your bed was knocking against the wall. But you couldn’t care less. You were in ecstasy.
He rolled his hips, shuddering and swearing under his breath. You could tell he was close too. As Anton neared his orgasm, the sharp words and bravado slipped away, and his moans got breathier and more whiny.
He dipped his head down to kiss your neck. You could hear his soft whimpers as his thrusts became weak and shaky.
“Gonna cum,” he whined, voice broken.
“Me too,” you gasped.
Anton came first, a broken sob falling from his lips. His hips stilled, cock buried deep inside you. You could feel his warm, sticky cum flood the condom. The feeling pushed you over the edge, and suddenly you were coming too.
He reached his hands down to your pussy, which was slick and puffy now, and started to rub your clit. He even pushed a finger inside your cunt, eager not to leave your warmth too soon. With his cock still buried inside you, it was a tight squeeze. You gasped at the overstimulation, your thighs trembling.
Eventually, it got too much, and you had to push his hand away. Anton’s biceps gave away, and collapsed down onto you, trapping you between the mattress and his hard, muscled body.
“That was fucking hot,” Anton whispered, voice hoarse. “We should do that again.”
“Mmmhh,” you said, unable to get any real words out.
Anton rolled off you, letting you finally breathe. His eyes gleamed with the rush of his exertion. The tips of his ears were dark red, and he was panting like he’d just swum a 500m race.
“Hey, Anton,” you asked, sitting up. “Did you… actually think that this was your apartment. Or was it all an elaborate trick just to get into my pants?”
Anton flashed you a naughty grin. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, baby girl.”
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