#riize au

✎: idol!anton x fem!reader

format — smau

content — fluff, attempt humor, established relationship, boyfriend anton, reader teasing anton, anton being soft, period comfort, protective anton, mild sexual humor, suggestive jokes, marriage mention, MDNI

note — Heavy on the Attempt humor ok? im still trying to get the hang of Smau´s

part 1 part 2

summary: after a long and stressful semester, your best friend, Ivy, talks you into going to a fraternity party. that's where you meet Anton & the two of you click right away. the more you guys talk, the harder it is to ignore the chemistry sparking in between. by the end of the night, it feels like anything could happen.

genres/warnings: semi-shy fratboy!anton x fem!reader, explicit language, smut (MDNI), lowk inexperienced anton 👀, dry humping, p in v, oral (m & f rec), missionary, reverse cowgirl, riding, filming. there's probs more but i don't remember. they're lowk just freaks lols. unprotected sex (do NOT do this), college au.

author's notes: part 2 is here!!! thank you so much for waiting patiently. i lowk was having trouble thinking about what and how to write because this was a little awko taco for me since it's the first time. i also forgot to mention in the first part that they're both sophmores in college. #me. but i really do hope you like it. i know some of it's a bit rushed but idk how else to word it 😭. this is one of many to come, don't worry ;). comments/feedback are greatly appreciated :p kisses to you all mwah.

after watching him practically run upstairs, you try finding ivy. she’s sitting on the couch (technically on sungchan), whispering and giggling with her boyfriend. she sees you walking towards her and asks,

“where’s anton?”

“i don’t know. he spilled punch on the floor and then like screamed at me when i wanted to help clean it up. then he said he had to run to the bathroom,” you say, sounding confused and annoyed.

“huh. that’s weird. he doesn’t really get angry,” sungchan says.

“here i’ll go see what’s up with him.” he taps ivy’s thigh so she can get off him.

“no it’s okay. you stay here. i’ll go check on him,” you insist.

sungchan just shrugs and plops back down on the couch. you start walking towards the stairs.

“hey! if he’s not in the bathroom, check his room. it’s the third door to the right.”

you nod and head upstairs.

you found the first bathroom but it was locked, so you tried the second one. it was unlocked but a couple was making out in there so you quickly apologized and closed the door.

is he really in his room again?

you stand outside his bedroom door, heart beating a little faster than usual. the party noise downstairs suddenly feels far away. why did anton bolt upstairs so suddenly after you offered to help? did you embarrass him or something?

knock knock knock

“anton?” you say quietly.

no answer. you knock again, a little harder.

“anton? it’s me, y/n… are you okay?”

the door creaks open. he looks flushed, cheeks red, belt undone, jeans loose enough that you can see the band of his boxers. his hair is messy, and his eyes are wide with surprise and something darker.

“yeah, sorry. come in,” he mumbles, stepping aside to let you through, shutting the door once you’re fully in.

as you enter the dimly lit room, you catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something warmer. his bed looks a little undone, like someone had been laying there.

“hey, what happened? you ran upstairs so fast after the spill. i thought we were vibing? did i do something wrong or make you uncomfortable?” you ask a little annoyed.

anton rubs the back of his neck as he sits on the bed. you stand in front of him, keeping some distance.

he glances away shyly before meeting your eyes. “i’m sorry. it wasn’t anything bad, it’s just…”

“what? what is it?” you say.

“i spilled the punch ‘cause i was watching you… pick up your liner.” he looks away again, cheeks getting even redder.

oh god kill me now.

“oh.”

he looks back up at you. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and the look on his face makes your stomach flip.

“i swear i didn’t mean to. i thought you were gonna walk away, but then your skirt rode up and i saw your underwear and i— i basically saw everything so i…”

he gestures helplessly at his lap. the obvious strain in his jeans is still visible.

“i had to leave ‘cause i couldn’t just stand there like that and make things weird. so i came up here to clear my head.”

he puts his face in his hands, hiding his already red face.

heat floods your face. embarrassed, yeah, but also something else. you feel something pool low and heavy in your belly.

was he really this affected by just seeing you? you couldn’t help but smile.

“oh my god,” you breathe, covering your mouth but visibly smiling.

“so you saw my thong and just ran away? that’s…”

“pathetic? i know,” he winces, sounding disappointed.

“pretty fucking hot actually,” you correct him, dropping your hand.

“i didn’t know i had that effect on you already,” you say, sounding a bit cocky.

anton lets out a shy laugh. you step closer, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“so… what was that personal question you were gonna ask me before i dropped my liner?” you smirk.

anton hesitates.

“well i was gonna ask how many guys you’ve hooked up with?” it comes out a little breathy. you don't mind it.

you smile and keep it honest. “only two. both were my ex boyfriends. i’ve never done the casual thing. i guess i’m a bit picky… or just not that experienced with one night stuff, you know?” you say, still brushing his hair.

you tilt your head. “what about you? how many girls?”

he looks embarrassed, shifting his weight. “a lot more than two… but most of them were just blowjobs or me going down on them. i haven’t actually had that much experience with going all the way. i feel kinda lame admitting that.”

his ears turn pink again. cute. you close the gap, cupping his face and kissing him. the kiss deepens fast. you hear him moan softly as his hands hold your hips. tongues sliding together before you pull back, both of you breathing heavier.

“let me show you how good it can be then, hm?” you whisper against his lips.

he nods eagerly. he takes off his shirt and finishes undoing his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. he scoots up the bed as you take off your skirt, keeping your panties on. you crawl towards him. his legs spread, looking at you with nerves and excitement. his cock straining hard against the fabric.

you straddle his lap and kiss him again, deeper this time. you start rocking your soaked core against his thick bulge, grinding hard. anton groans loudly, hands gripping your ass as he bucks up into you.

you kiss down his neck to his abs, sliding off his lap while keeping eye contact. you palm him through his boxers, feeling the wet spot from his precum. you pull them down and free his throbbing cock.

you pause, completely mesmerized. it’s so big and pretty. thick with a slight curve. veins running all along the shaft. the head flushed a dark red and shiny with precum. you can’t stop staring at how it twitches in your hand, heavy and perfect.

“you’re so hard for me,” you murmur, kissing the tip before taking him into your mouth. you suck slowly, savoring him.

anton groans, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. “f-fuck, your mouth feels so good… so warm.”

as you bob deeper, swirling your tongue and twisting what doesn’t fit, he starts whispering sweet nothings between whines.

“you’re so beautiful like this… taking me so well.”

“your lips look so good wrapped around me."

"you make me feel so good.”

you hum around him and his sounds get sweeter. “fuck yes just like that. keep going please.” you take him into your throat, gagging wetly as spit drips down his balls.

his thighs shake so you pull off with a wet pop. a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock.

“why’d you stop?” he whines.

“i need you so bad,” you say softly.

you take your panties and top off, then climb back on top. you grind your bare pussy against his cock before sinking down in one smooth motion. moaning at how full he makes you feel. you start riding him hard and fast, rolling your hips in deep circles then bouncing aggressively. your tits bouncing every time you slam down.

“oh my god… you feel so good inside me,” you gasp. “you’re so big, toni.”

anton is a whining mess under you, gripping your hips desperately. “you’re so tight baby… fuck please slow down—”

anton hides his face in your neck, breathing hot and shaky against your skin as he whines, “i’m not gonna last… fuck i’m not gonna last like this.” his voice is all cracked and embarrassed, hips still twitching up into you like he can’t control it even though he’s trying to hold back.

his hands squeeze your hips but you keep bouncing, the wet sounds filling the room. you lean forward, tits brushing his chest. “you like me riding your cock like this, huh?”

he lets out another broken whine, hips jerking up. “yes yes yes it feels too fucking good. your pussy is milking me so hard.”

you notice how he’s staring at your bouncing tits and where your bodies connect.

smiling wickedly, you reach over and grab his phone to start recording from your view. the angle catches your tits bouncing, your soaked pussy sliding up and down his glistening cock, and his face twisted in pleasure. you record for a few seconds then hand it to him.

anton takes it with shaky hands now switching to his pov. “yes fuck… i need to remember every second of this,” he groans. he aims at where you’re connected, filming the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock and how your pussy stretches around him. the sight only making him whine louder.

he stops recording and throws the phone aside.

before you can ask why, he grabs you and flips you onto your back. thrusting back into your dripping pussy with one brutal stroke. you look completely wrecked under him; skin shiny with sweat, lips plump and red, hair messy, tits bouncing heavy with every deep thrust.

your pussy squelches loud and messy around him.

“look at you,” he growls, smacking one tit hard before squeezing it, then doing the same to the other. he pinches and twists your sensitive mounds. eyes locked on your face as it contorts in pleasure.

he keeps thrusting deep for a moment, then suddenly grabs your legs and hikes them over his shoulders, folding you in half. the new angle lets him sink so much deeper that you both moan at the same time.

he’s hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, making your eyes roll back.

he pauses for half a second. buried all the way inside you, breathing hard and shaky against your neck. his cheeks are still flushed as he tries to catch his breath.

“wait—fuck, is this angle okay?” he asks, voice all shy and unsure even while he’s balls deep. “tell me if it’s too much… i don’t wanna hurt you.”

you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as you nod fast. “it’s so fucking good. don’t stop,” you gasp, arching your hips up to take him even deeper. “you feel so deep like this…”

you let out the most pornographic moan, raw and shameless. “fuck yeah,” he groans, finally letting go and pounding harder. his voice cracks into a needy whine as he keeps thrusting. “i’m trying so hard not to cum already… you’re too much.”

he grabs the phone again and takes pictures of how wrecked you look instead of recording.

“keep looking at me like that, yeah?” he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lips then pushing it into your mouth. you suck on it greedily while he switches between deep grinding and hard pounding.

you’re so close. so so close. then he suddenly pulls out.

“f-fuck what happened?” you say breathy.

with dark hungry eyes he shoves your thighs apart and dives between your legs. “oh my god,” you scream, gripping his hair hard as he moans into your cunt.

his tongue attacks your swollen clit, sucking hard while two fingers pump roughly in and out. “you taste so good,” he says, dipping his tongue inside you while his nose bumps your clit. “i could eat this pretty cunt for hours. you’re dripping all over me.”

you look down and see his lips and chin shiny with your juices. he sucks noisily on your clit, fingers fucking you faster. your thighs clamp around his head as you cum hard. back arching and squirting across his tongue and chin.

“holy… shit…” he pants, eyes wide with shock and lust. “did you just squirt?”

you nod shyly, biting your lip. he grins. “i wish i recorded that. that was the hottest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.”

he doesn’t give you time to recover. he pulls you up, gets you on your knees and says, “get on top. i wanna see everything again.”

you start grinding down on him but he whispers, voice shy and desperate, “no, not like this… turn around. i-i need to see it from the back.” he swallows hard before adding, “please… i wanna watch how you take me.”

you turn around facing the door, ass fully on display for him. “like this?” you ask looking back.

his hands grip your hips desperately, fingers digging in. “y-yes. fuck. please i need to feel you,” he whines.

you sink down slowly, letting him watch every thick inch stretch your pussy open. once you reach the base, you start bouncing. your ass rippling and clapping against his thighs with every drop. anton lets out a broken, whiny moan. completely fixated on the view.

“oh my god… you look so good bouncing on me,” he breathes, voice shaky. he smacks your cheek hard, then spreads you open with both hands, staring. “fuck, i can see my cock disappearing inside you… you’re creaming all over me again.”

the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy fill the room as you ride him faster. he tries to hold back but he just can't

he plants his feet and his hips start thrusting up desperately to meet you, the bed creaking loudly.

“shit— slow down a little,” he whines, voice cracking. his hands pull you down harder instead. “i’m so close already… you’re gonna make me cum too fast like this.”

you keep bouncing, ass jiggling, and he completely loses it. his whines get higher and more desperate.

“i can’t— fuck baby i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out. “i’m gonna fill you up— please—”

one final, deep thrust and he buries himself as far as he can, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum shoot inside you. he stays buried deep, twitching and panting against your back for a long moment before slowly pulling out. you both watch as his cum leaks out of your swollen, puffy pussy.

“fuck… look how pretty she looks,” anton murmurs, still catching his breath. he scoops some of his load with his fingers and pushes it back in deep. “all swollen and puffy dripping with my cum.”

you moan softly as he pumps his fingers in you a little more. he eventually pulls them out with a wet sound and stares at his hand, looking conflicted.

you grab his wrist and suck his fingers clean. humming and tongue swirling around them. he lets out a sharp breath, clearly trying so hard not to get hard again.

you both collapse onto the bed. for a few seconds it’s quiet except for your breathing. anton reaches for the crushed water bottle on his nightstand, takes a long gulp. he then hands it to you with shaky hands.

he shifts so you can lay down and immediately drapes himself over your back like a warm, sweaty blanket.

“you’re heavy anton,” you mumble.

“i know sorry,” he says into your hair, not moving an inch. “but if i move you might float away… or probably judge me.”

he lets out a shaky laugh, his chest vibrating against your spine. “so… that was…”

“i mean— you were amazing,” he says softly, hand resting on your hip, thumb gently tracing the marks he left earlier. “i’m usually better at talking but my brain is still buffering.”

“did i… did i do okay? like technically?”

you roll your eyes but smile, leaning back into his warmth. “you were loud. and you whined.”

“i whined?” he sits up a little, half offended. “that was passionate vocalization. there’s a difference, you know.”

“it’s okay, i liked it,” you giggle.

he smiles that crooked genuine smile. you turn around to face him and he immediately looks away, biting his lip shyly.

“shut up and stay here, yeah?” he mutters, pulling the covers over both of you and tucking it gently around your shoulders. he glances at his phone then tosses it face down.

“five minutes,” he declares, arm sliding around your waist to pull you closer. “just five minutes of not thinking about how much cum is in the sheets. then we can figure out if we’re still alive.”

wow you look breedable

synopsis... texts with chronically offline himbo boyfriend anton!

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ pairing... chronically offline bf!anton x chronically online!reader

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ genre... smau, fluff

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ trigger/content warning... slightly suggestive content, mentions of kms, breeding, cheating?

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging!

pairing— fem!reader x bf!anton

wc— 1k

warnings and content— a bit of smut (mdi), fluff

note— the cover, the voice, HIM… oh god…

pairing: anton x reader

genre: romance, slow-burn, neighbors to lovers

words count: 2.0k

summary: y/n's heart has been broken one too many times, and being dumped over her unruly dog max was the last straw. now determined to care for max on her own, how long can this hopeless romantic resist falling for her mysterious yet compassionate neighbor anton especially when he's so good with dogs.

the rain had finally given up after three straight days of turning quezon city into a giant puddle. sidewalks glistened like they’d been polished, air heavy with petrichor and the faint charcoal smoke from someone’s roadside inihaw. you clipped max’s harness with practiced annoyance, he’d already eaten the corner of your favorite throw pillow while you were showering and headed out.

max, golden retriever extraordinaire, trotted ahead like he owned the whole barangay. tail helicopter blades, ears flapping, zero concept of “heel.” your ex’s parting words still echoed sometimes. “he’s too much, y/n. you’re both too much.” you’d stared at the half-empty closet, then at max sprawled across the bed like he belonged there more than anyone ever had. “then leave,” you’d said. he did. max stayed.

two months of single life later, you were still choosing the dog every single day.

the courtyard of your mid-rise condo was quiet tonight, only the drip from aircon units and the distant rumble of edsa traffic. max zeroed in on a suspicious leaf when he suddenly perked ears straight up, body language screaming new friend alert and yanked you toward the wooden bench near the fountain.

someone was already sitting there.

tall. dark oversized hoodie, hood up, earbuds in, legs stretched long. he radiated that rare, unbothered stillness like the universe could be on fire and he’d still just exist quietly. max, never one to read social cues, let out a single delighted woof and launched.

“max, no!” you hauled back, cheeks burning. “sorry, he’s super friendly. too friendly.”

the guy tugged one earbud free. looked up. his eyes were dark and kind, the outer corners crinkling the second a tiny smile appeared.

“it’s cool,” he said, voice low and soft like late-night radio. “i like dogs.”

max was already glued to him. butt wiggling so violently the leash vibrated in your hand. the guy reached down immediately confident but gentle and found the exact ear-scratch spot that turned max into a puddle of happy sighs.

“he’s massive,” the guy murmured. “golden?”

“yep. max. he’s… a full-time job.”

“he’s perfect.” another slow scratch. max flopped onto his back like he’d been waiting his whole life for this exact moment. paws up, tongue lolling, shameless.

you stood there awkwardly holding the leash while this stranger gave your dog VIP treatment. up close he was stupidly pretty sharp jaw, long lashes, dark hair falling into sleepy eyes. the kind of face that made you forget how to blink for a second.

“anton,” he said after a beat, glancing up at you. “4b.”

“y/n. 3c.” you shifted weight. “sorry again. he gets excited around new humans.”

“don’t apologize.” anton’s fingers kept moving in lazy circles through golden fur. “i’ve been missing this. my family’s back in jersey. my old dog choco stayed with them when i moved here for the studio job.”

you nodded. most guys either pretended max didn’t exist or made that tight polite smile that said they were counting the seconds until they could escape. this one was half-kneeling now, giving full belly rubs like it was his civic duty.

max rolled over, nudged anton’s wrist for round two.

“you walk him every night?” anton asked.

“pretty much. otherwise he starts redecorating the apartment. creatively.”

anton laughed, quiet, warm, surprised. “smart. keeps you busy.”

“keeps me broke,” you muttered. “new leashes, new shoes, new sanity monthly subscription.”

he stood up slowly. tall taller than you’d clocked while he was sitting. max immediately leaned his whole weight against anton’s leg like he’d officially been adopted.

“mind if i tag along sometime?” anton asked, rubbing his nape, ears going faintly pink under the courtyard lamp. “courtyard’s nice at night but… kinda lonely. plus.” he nodded at max. “dog withdrawal is real.”

you blinked. “you want to voluntarily walk this chaos gremlin?”

“yeah.” small, shy smile. “if it’s okay.”

something tiny and hopeful flickered in your chest. you stomped it flat immediately. nope. no more. you’d promised yourself after the last heartbreak. max only. no boys. no butterflies. no nothing.

but max was staring up at you with those liquid brown eyes, tail thumping anton’s calf like morse code for pleasepleaseplease.

“…fine,” you said at last. “tomorrow. same time. but if he chews your shoelaces, that’s on you.”

anton’s whole face softened. “deal.”

the next night he was already waiting by the gate same hoodie, but now sporting a little black treat pouch clipped to his waistband like he’d come prepared for battle. max lost every ounce of chill and nearly dislocated your shoulder getting to him.

“brought bribes,” anton said, shaking the pouch. “chicken & rice flavor. vet-approved for sensitive tummies.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you googled his breed’s dietary needs?”

“…maybe.” he looked mildly embarrassed. “i like being prepared.”

you snorted, but your chest felt weirdly warm.

and just like that, the walks became a thing.

every night, 8 p.m. sharp. anton appeared. sometimes with a new rope toy still in plastic. sometimes with his portable speaker playing chill lo-fi he’d produced himself. sometimes just his quiet company and those long-fingered hands that knew exactly how to calm a hyper golden retriever mid-zoomies.

you talked about stupid stuff at first.

his late-night producing sessions in 4b (neighbors never complained because he kept it quiet after 11). your endless battle with freelance deadlines and max’s war on socks. why max despised the vacuum cleaner (it was obviously possessed). how anton once spilled an entire tray of pearl milk tea all over himself during a part-time job in high school.

he never asked about the empty space on your ring finger or why your laugh sometimes cracked when a couple walked by holding hands and matching dog leashes. he just… stayed. matched your pace. let max zigzag between you like living jump rope.

one stormy night you almost bailed.

then your phone lit up.

anton: still down? got the big umbrella. fits three if max behaves.

you met him in the lobby. massive black golf umbrella. when you stepped under it your shoulder brushed his hoodie sleeve. max shook like a wet mop right beside both of you, showering you in droplets.

“perfect,” you groaned, wiping your face. “we’re all soup now.”

“still worth it,” anton said quietly. his eyes were on you, not the rain. “you look cute even when you’re grumbling.”

your heart slammed once, hard. you looked down at max instead. “traitor,” you muttered to the dog.

weeks folded into a month. max started planting himself by the door at 7:55 p.m. every evening, whining like the world was ending until you harnessed him. you caught yourself smiling at nothing remembering the low way anton laughed when max tried to catch raindrops, or how his pinky brushed yours when you both reached for the same treat at the same time.

one sticky, jasmine-scented evening after the longest loop yet, max finally flopped onto the courtyard grass like he’d run a marathon. tongue out, sides heaving happily. you and anton sank onto the bench. thighs touching now. neither of you moved away.

after a comfortable silence, anton spoke, voice barely above the crickets.

“i used to think i sucked at this. people. talking. all of it. too quiet. too… inside my own head.”

you glanced sideways. “you’re pretty good with max.”

“max is safe.” fond smile. “dogs don’t care if you’re awkward. they just want you present.”

he turned to face you properly then. eyes steady. a little scared.

“but you…” he swallowed. “being around you feels easy. like breathing. i didn’t expect that.”

your throat closed. “anton—”

“i’m not asking you to decide anything tonight,” he rushed out. “i just needed to say it. i like our walks. i like seeing your face every night. i like the way you talk to max like he’s a person. and i think—” another swallow. “i think i really like you.”

max lifted his head. looked from you to anton like he was watching a very important tennis match.

every single breakup memory flickered past. the “you’re too intense,” the “i can’t handle the fur everywhere,” the suitcase wheels rolling over your heart. but anton had never once recoiled. he’d researched max’s food sensitivities. bought the durable kong toys. laughed when max stole his beanie and paraded around the courtyard like a king. stayed.

“my last ex left because of max,” you said quietly. “said we were both too much work.”

anton went very still. then he reached over slow, careful and covered your hand with his. warm. steady. faint guitar-string calluses on his fingertips.

“max isn’t too much,” he said simply. “and neither are you.”

you looked up. his eyes were soft, open, terrified in the best way, like he was handing you his heart and hoping you wouldn’t drop it.

you turned your hand over. laced your fingers through his. small. tentative. real.

“okay,” you whispered.

he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. small, relieved smile.

“okay.”

max barked once, sharp, celebratory. tail thumping the grass like drums.

anton laughed under his breath. “that’s a yes?”

“that’s a heck yes,” you said. “he’s been campaigning for team anton since night one.”

“smartest dog alive.” anton leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to back out.

you met him halfway.

the first kiss tasted like relief. like rain that finally stopped. like coffee from the 7-eleven you sometimes split. careful at first, then deeper when you slid your free hand to the back of his neck. he made this quiet, surprised sound against your mouth and pulled you closer.

when you separated, foreheads touching, breathing uneven, max had wedged himself between your sneakers, belly-up, paws dangling like he’d personally orchestrated the entire scene.

“package deal,” you murmured, smiling against anton’s lips.

“best one i’ve ever signed up for,” he whispered back.

the walks stretched longer after that.

slower.

sweeter.

sometimes anton brought his acoustic bass and played quiet riffs while max dozed in a sun patch. sometimes you brought two iced coffees and one straw, passing it back and forth while your pinkies hooked under the table. sometimes it rained and you shared the big umbrella anyway, shoulders pressed, laughing when max tried to catch every drop.

max still destroyed at least one thing per week. you still cursed when he pulled too hard on the leash. anton still showed up every single night, treat pouch full, smile soft, patience endless.

but now there were three shadows under the streetlights instead of two.

and when the next big typhoon rolled in weeks later, flooding half the city and turning the courtyard into a kiddie pool, you didn’t even hesitate.

you: rain walk? or are we calling it?

he appeared twelve minutes later rain jacket, biggest umbrella, shy grin.

under the canopy, rain drumming above, max splashing ahead like it was his personal beach day, anton slipped his hand into yours.

“still worth the wet socks?” he asked, voice almost lost in the downpour.

you looked up wet hair plastered to his forehead, eyes warm despite the cold.

“still the best part of every single day,” you answered.

he stopped walking.

turned.

max tugged once then sat obediently like he understood the assignment.

anton cupped your face with both hands gentle thumbs brushing rain off your cheeks and kissed you slow and deep under the umbrella. tasted like rainwater and chapstick and promises.

when you broke apart he rested his forehead against yours.

“i’m not leaving,” he said quietly. “not because of max. not because of rain. not because of anything.”

you closed your eyes. believed him.

because for the first time in forever the hopeless romantic hiding inside your ribcage didn’t feel pathetic or embarrassing.

she felt safe.

she felt wanted.

and max chaos incarnate, destroyer of pillows, professional third wheel just wagged his tail so hard his whole back end shook.

like he’d known from the very first woof that this was how the story was supposed to end.

three shadows. one umbrella. one very smug golden retriever.

NOTHING BEFORE THE NOISE .ᐟ

— ✶ TABLE OF CONTENTS:

OO. profiles pt.1 OO. profiles pt. 2

O1. good news!

O2. pre—nervousness

O3. meet the bassist! (written)

O4. walk her home (half-written)

O5. I smell a rat

O6. sensitive men!

O7. it's just a party (half-written)

O8. party—rockin' (written)

O9. hungover

1O. limits

11. all apologies

12. u're the shit!

13. mad mad (half-written)

14. a little... delusional

15. imagine hating on me

16. anton and the jets (half-written)

17. jigsaw falling into place (written)

18. everyone noticed

19. hard to explain

20. bed—rotting (over)

21. can't go far with a lie

22. curiosity killed the cat (half-written)

23. girls insane

24. back already?

25. once and for all (written)

26. saturday, 3 a.m.

27. boys will be boys

28. raindrops + sunshowers (written)

29. epilogue: the noise of you (written)

30. lovebomb (extra chapter)

𖦹 anton x reader, reader uses they/them pronouns!

𖦹 fluff, secret relationship

𖦹 typos + grammatical errors ahead :)

anton carrying your bags, and you consciously giving it to him as if your friends aren't looking at both of you.

"why are you carrying their bag?" friend asks

"he's just being nice" good thing, you're a pathological liar

but anton's not the best at lying nor pretending

anton unconsciously taking a portion of your meal because he knows that you get full easily.

"when did you guys got so close to the point that you eat each other's food?" anton would just stare at them til they drop the topic.

meeting up at the restroom because anton wants to hug you so bad he's tearing up

anton playing with your fingertips under the table

anton accidentally calls you "babe" so he started calling everyone babe

anton looking at you whenever someone's flirting w him. he refuses which makes your friendgroup suspicious about his dating life.

"i'm just- i'm- i'll- um" anton can't lie, unfortunately

"coincidentally" wearing matching fits

"what the hell, 'ton. do you have like a big fat crush on me? why did u wear the same fit" you jokingly said. anton's eyes are shimmering as if he's being hypnotized; he was about to say yes.

anton unconsciously playing with your hair while everybody's busy

"i thought you don't like it when people touch your hair?" they ask you so you're now forced to like it when OTHER people touches your hair

"bab- hey. do you um- can you help me with my stuff" anton can't come up with an excuse to get you out of the room either.

you explaining something to your friends, anton suddenly removing a strand of hair from your face which made everyone freeze.

"what the hell" -- "it's just hair" anton defended

anton UNCONSCIOUSLY giving you the first bite of his sandwich. at this point y'all aren't pretending anymore

sidewalk rule. anton pulling you casually to his side while you're busy yapping w ur friends

anton always asks: "did you skip your breakfast again?" which makes ur other friends wonder if anton would ask about their breakfast too...

"oh this is good" anton instantly taking a sip from ur drink the moment he hears ur reaction.

"you guys just kissed indirectly." - ur friends

"i mean- i don't- that's not true lol. are we kids?" and you gaslighting them

ur friends js watching anton take candid photos of you for like 27x today

acknowledging ur presence the moment u enter the room unless..

.. u arrive together (coz he's always picking u up)

most importantly, the eyes.

anton's eyes never lie. the way he looks at you while you're talking, the way he's always admiring you-- it's already a huge give away

even before you guys started dating, everybody already concluded that anton has a big fat crush on you.

with that, they're now thinking that anton finally got together with his crush

⁂ when a girl who just can't be tied down meets a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve, they’re both in for a hell of a ride!

pairing: non-idol! sungchan x fem! reader genre: smau + some written parts, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, pining, fluff, angst, humor, slice of life, friendship hehe featuring: fem! oc's, ot7 riize warnings: ignore timestamps, women in male dominated fields, swearing, slight mental health talk (related to yn's job), kys/kms jokes, gay jokes!, food mentions, idk what else to say other than my humor (more to be added) status: ongoing - no set upload schedule atm taglist: open! comment to be added

disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only and does not represent those mentioned in real life!

⁂ PROFILES - ✨sanriHOES💘 | big DAWGS 💯🔥 ⁂ ONE - SEIZE HIM ⁂ TWO - my ladies 4ever ⁂ THREE - lord have mercy (written) ⁂ FOUR - big dick contest (written) ⁂ FIVE - goodnight ⁂ SIX - HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES ⁂ SEVEN - about you (written) ⁂ EIGHT - go sohee! ⁂ NINE - dream cafe corporate ⁂ TEN - bro code ⁂ ELEVEN - sweet (written) ⁂ TWELVE - fuck me i guess ⁂ THIRTEEN - touch grass ⁂ FOURTEEN - so i ponder ⁂ FIFTEEN - baka life ⁂ SIXTEEN - come back ⁂ SEVENTEEN - 7 boys 1 bed ⁂ EIGHTEEN - we'll be okay ⁂ NINETEEN - shotaro is frowning. ⁂ TWENTY - whole house mad ⁂ TWENTY ONE - what is ami doing ⁂ TWENTY TWO - awaken the beast ⁂ TWENTY THREE - catching crabs (written) ⁂ TWENTY FOUR - kitchen (written) ⁂ TWENTY FIVE - on a mission ⁂ TWENTY SIX - gone girl(s) ⁂ TWENTY SEVEN - you know ⁂ TWENTY EIGHT - warning ⁂ TWENTY NINE - crumbling (written) ⁂ THIRTY - call aespa ⁂ THIRTY ONE - daddy eunseok

more coming soon!