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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.
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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.
omg anton nasty talker holy wow that just did something to me like gosh that was so hot and sexy and it feels so right to him talking like that.. pls more anton dirty talker i beg i beg it's just so scrumptious i love ur brain
( 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.
a/n; thank you for the many anons about anton ive expanded out of nct territory,, keep the asks comin
cw: cursingggg, reader likes em submissive🤣 she just like me, making out, mama as a pet name, smut — anton gets hard from kissing, p in v sex, him talking nasty asf, he kinda cries, very switch vibes from him
summary: having a boy best friend is so embarrassing
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“you know i almost died last night, bro?”
absentmindedly tapping on his bowl of cereal, anton leaned forward against the counter of his kitchenette. his brows furrowed in confusion. “you what?”
“so, i was using the bathroom last night, right,”
“uh… huh.”
“and some random girl just walked in and flicked the light on.” you reached into anton’s fridge to get a bottle of water, “i thought you were getting robbed.”
anton almost choked on his cereal, “oh no, i’m sorry. i think i actually heard you both yell.”
“yeah, you need to fuckin’ warn me, man. don’t let me stay over and then have girls over. i got cussed out.”
anton tried to stifle his laugh — to absolutely no avail.
all you wanted to do was quietly use the bathroom and you decided to leave the light off to like… save energy. only to end up being scared out of your skin by one of anton’s late night companions.
“god, what the hell!” the girl jumped backwards, almost hitting her head on the doorframe as you reached to cover yourself. “who are you??”
you raised a brow. you knew who she could have been, but—
“girl, who are you?” you countered.
you knew damn well you should have kept your mouth shut, because you got called the fuck out. ‘well, anton didn’t say he had a girlfriend, are you his girlfriend? did i just wreck a home?’ uh.. no. ‘how come you weren’t here when we got back but you’re here now?’ uhh… ‘if you’re not his girl, and he has no roommates, why are you here in the middle of the night?’ … — deep down you knew you were the problem here.
unlike anton, you weren’t lucky enough to have parents who would pay for you to live in a nice little apartment for the entirety of college, so you lived with your two roommates; one of which was at the height of a lover’s quarrel with her partner. things had gotten so bad between them that the morning of this incident — or rather the morning before — seeing as it happened at around 2am, anton kindly agreed to let you come back to his place after you finished work, and spend the weekend there. and so, you weren’t there when anton and this poor girl got back to his apartment, because your shift ended about an hour after they had knocked each other out. you poor soul.
“why would you say that?” anton laughed at you, “you don’t live here.”
like you didn’t know that… asshole. you flopped down in one of the dining chairs, attempting to flip your half drank water bottle, at his kitchen table. and failing. “i just couldn’t stop myself from giving attitude. because, why are you trying to talk to me and i’m on the toilet… i needed her gone out the room.”
“well. she’s never gonna text me now.”
“no?” you rose a brow at him, “well, would you have responded?”
anton was notorious (within your two person friendship) for losing the numbers of girls that he slept with. that or somehow indirectly manifesting for them to lose his number, so he had no choice but to move on to the next. he didn’t see this as sleazy, fuckboy activity, however. he was simply just moving forwards through life. so in response to your question? anton just smiled back at you from where he was stood in the kitchenette. he didn’t know the answer. not for sure at least.
“you know she thought we were dating. she was so mad at you.”
his eyebrows shot up, “well, did you defend me?”
“i said i would never date you, and that i was visiting because of the thing with my roommate.” in a display of nonchalance, you pressed down on your baby hairs and just looked on at him.
“wow,” anton pushed up off the counter and took his bowl to the sink. “that’s sweet of you.”
“y’know.” you waited for him to turn back and face you. “if i was one of these girls, i would hate the both of us.”
“why?”
you looked towards the ceiling, as if to try and find the words to say. “well, i feel like i’m always here— like at your place. and we know almost everything about each other, i got a key to your house; we’re just, like, a little too close.”
“first of all, you’re not here enough—”
you shot him a glare and he threw his hands up in defence. “anton, do you not see the problem with that statement?”
anton pursed his lips in supposedly deep thought. “damn. i think you’ve been cockblocking me.”
the way your brain short-circuited hearing him say that— usually it was you cursing. never him. “you’ve been cockblocking yourself, toni.”
“no, but i’m being serious. the girl i brought home was not the first girl i talked to that night. that usually doesn’t happen.” anton came to sit by you at the table, putting a chair right next to yours but turning it the opposite direction so he could be facing you. subconsciously, you rest your feet on his thighs causing him to catch your ankles in his hands as you tried not to roll your eyes at possibly the most sleazy, frat boy coded statement you had ever heard.
“do you actually hear yourself sometimes? this is not the sweet toni i grew up with. you’re something else.”
“god, you’re right.” he laughed out. “i think all the attention is getting to my head.”
you leaned forward towards him, “oh, you think so?”
anton pushed your shoulder gently, “leave me alone, i’m coming to terms with it, i’m—” he struggled to find the word, “i’m self-reflecting.”
and then he paused. “does our friendship get you any less romantic attention?”
“hmm.” you had to think about it. though anton claims not to be a fuckboy intentionally — or what you liked to call a ‘self-proclaimed pussy magnet’ — you knew yourself that you weren’t as… sexually outgoing (?) as anton. “no less than i had before, i guess. people that know you, know about our weird little friendship and then; you poor thing, you have to talk to two girls before you can get laid. but the people that know just me don’t necessarily know about our weird little friendship.”
“huh.”
“‘cause i’m not trying to be like one of those girls that tells everyone about, ‘my homeboy this, my homeboy that’ and then everyone assumes we’re fucking and i cant even defend myself.”
anton tried to ignore his face warming up, “no, yeah. hah, is that really a thing?” a thought was definitely being formed.
“yes, bro, even i cringe at it. i don’t wanna be that girl.”
“wait so, some of these guys, these friends, are actually like, sleeping with each other?” anton scratched the back of his neck, that was prickling with nerves.
“i mean, yeah, probably. the way they act.” you just laughed obliviously while anton’s mind started to fill up with ideas. like, say, if you were the kind of person who talked to others about your friendship with anton. would people think you’re so close that you might as well just.. be with each other? would people accuse you of sleeping together or dating even if you weren’t?
“yo, imagine if that was us…”
your head jolted in his direction and pure confusion painted your features in an incredulous expression, “anton, can you not… oh my god.”
his head dropped in laughter. as well as defeat.
but you missed that, so you continued. “no, that would be horrible. why would you even put that in my head?”
“so, i’m actually right here.” anton waved his hand at you and you laughed.
“no, no,” rushing to defend yourself, “not in a mean way, i just. i wouldn’t like the attention from people and, yeah, no. i don’t know.”
“yeah, okay. i get that.”
“why do you ask anyway? what would you think if it was us?” you prodded back. you would never let him ask such a stressful question without getting him back. you needed to get even.
“oh.” anton was starting to think he should have never tried it with you. however. you getting that nervous from his initial asking the question gave him a slither of confidence. “i mean. i think that it would be interesting. it’d be kinda cool to see if we could get to know each other any more than we already do.”
“in what sense?”
“like sex stuff.” anton’s voice was soft and quiet. “like what you’re into, stuff like that.”
“wouldn’t you like to know, chanyoung.”
he smiled at you, squinting in acknowledgement of your teasing “i would. tell me something.”
you gave it some thought before replying, “are you serious?”
he replied, “are you?”
you weren’t entirely sure what that meant, but you took at as a case of ‘i am if you are, and if you’re not, neither am i.’
“okay, anton. it’s 9 in the morning, but sure uh.. i like a submissive man.”
the tips of anton’s ears grew hot. “oh, wow. tell me more.”
you laughed in his face. because no way these are the lines he uses when he’s picking up girls every other night. this was going to be the most embarrassing conversation you had ever had. like, ever. you crossed your legs over each other, still over anton’s thighs.
“there’s nothing more to that statement really. your turn.”
“i like… kissing. but not just normal kissing like.. kissing.” he dragged the word out a little, really putting umph on it like you were gonna know exactly what he was talking about. you were so annoyed.
“be so for real for a second.”
“what?!”
you sighed. “no, cause i really got a lot from that, thank you. now, i wish i’d kept quiet.”
“what, no! i’m just bad at explaining things.” you tried to retract your legs from anton’s and he grabbed your calf in attempts to stop you from curling in on yourself out of pure embarrassment.
you covered your face. “yeah, really bad.”
“listen, i could show you better than i can tell you.”
“i bet you could, toni, but that’s not gonna turn back time.” you immediately shot him down. before you realised. “wait okay, you can show me.”
“oh, i didn’t think you’d agree. i thought the idea of getting intimate with me was horrible?”
“i mean that’s if people are aware of it and like… try to talk to me about it at school. right now, nobody knows. so i guess it’s less horrible.”
“alright, c’mere.” anton held out his hand for you to lean into, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. gently pecking your lips a couple times before ghosting the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. he ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before pulling away just slightly to whisper, “can you open up a little?”
you furrowed your brows up at him and he took that as confusion, laughing a little “i wanna put my tongue there.”
you parted your lips a little and he kissed you with tongue, making the both of you sigh quietly. with each movement of his jaw and of his lips against yours, his tongue made contact with yours and it triggered a build of warmth in your lower abdomen. each time his tongue licked into your mouth, it pulled a whine out of the back of your throat. your hands rose up into his hair and your breathing started to quicken. at this point, even though you were feeling significantly warmer than you did a few seconds ago, you still didn’t realise what made this any different from ‘regular’ kissing. you figured anton was just being dramatic. that was until he sucked your tongue into his mouth along with your bottom lip. this made you straight up moan — you had to pull away.
“holy shit, anton.”
anton wiped the saliva off of his plush lips with his thumb. “see it’s like kissing but it’s kissing.”
“what the hell.” you huffed out in a deep exhale, twisting a curl around one of your fingers. you didn’t even know what to do with yourself after that.
anton tried to stop his eyes from dropping down to your heaving chest in the tight baby tee you were wearing as pajamas. he wanted to remain composed after putting the moves on you; maintain his shy, yet simultaneously confident demeanour. and then he remembered what you mentioned earlier. anton softened his voice ever so slightly. —if that was even possible.
“you know, you’re a really good kisser.” he held eye contact with you and the delivery of his sentence immediately made you wet.
“um, thank you.”
anton leaned closer to you, keeping his voice hushed despite the fact that you were the only two people in the apartment. “i didn’t expect it to, but kissing you made me really hard.”
“shit, really?” you were overwhelmed. you had just been kissed breathless by your best friend and now he was laying his truths all out on the table.
“i know you feel a type of way about it, but… i wanna fuck you."
“anton…”
“please,” you felt his thumbs rub you from both sides of your hips that he was now holding in his hands. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth that made your eyes flutter closed. “i know it would feel so good.”
“toni, when you ask me like that—“
“you like that?” anton practically purred before attaching his soft lips to the curve of your neck. his hand slid down the front of your pajama pants to start rubbing you over your panties at a torturingly slow pace. “when i beg you like that? i know you do, you’re soaked.”
“fuck, toni…” you grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, lifting one of your knees higher to grant him a better angle at rubbing those tight circles over your bundle of nerves.
“hey, look at me.” he rubbed your clit faster, “can i make you cum before i fuck this pussy? huh? please?”
you could only lean back and moan in response.
“come on you gotta tell me. can i please?”
“mm-hm. yes, yes, baby.”
you dug your nails into his bicep and he groaned. “can i get i kiss, too?”
in a low whine, you pressed your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you started getting closer to orgasm.
“yeah, moan for me just like that, baby. that’s so fucking hot. you gonna cum for me?”
you nodded at him and he continued with the same relentless pace of his fingers against your clothed clit until your hips started to shake with your orgasm.
“fuck, you’re so sexy when you cum for me. you gonna let me fuck you, mama?”
you were breathless in shock. in all your years of being friends with this anton, he had never talked so nasty.
anton swiftly lifted you onto the table and yanked your pajama pants down with your panties. with big, soft hands, he kneaded your thighs, “you’re dripping in front of me.”
“well, i just came.”
this made anton laugh, “well, i’m gonna make you cum again. ‘kay?”
you nodded as he pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts and started to jerk himself off, rubbing his tip against your slit. you went to hold onto his back with one hand and he took this as a sign that you were ready for him. pushing into you slowly, he muffled his own moan against your lips.
somehow, after only just put his dick in you, he was already a mess. “mmh, fuck you feel good. you feel so good around me.”
anton’s arms wrapped under your thighs, and started bringing your hips to meet his faster.
“fuck, toni, right there!”
he moaned into a sloppy kiss to your lips, “mm, right there? ‘m i hitting it right?”
“yes, keep going. you’re doing so good..”
anton didn’t change his position, only moving one of his hands to start rubbing your clit again. “fuck, keep talking to me like that.”
you held his neck to pull him closer to you, “you’re so good. and you look so pretty when you’re fucking me.”
all of your praise was going straight to anton’s dick. he was visibly finding it increasingly harder to keep himself together. he leaned forward to get closer to you, grinding his hips into yours. peppering kisses all over your bare chest.
“ah- uhm, i wanna cum. wanna cum for you.” anton’s voice was barely above a whisper as he rambled against your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth to mumble his pathetic sounds. although, to no avail, he was still mumbling to you, teeth grazing the skin.
“you can cum toni, i’m close too.”
“you gotta cum first, baby,” what a gentleman. “if you cum first that’s gonna make me c-cum.” anton whined flicking his tongue against one of your nipples as if to punctuate, “ugh, please.”
maybe about 30 more seconds of anton’s desperate whimpering pushed you over the edge. and you didn’t want to dwell to much on why this was, but it was surely one of the most pleasurable orgasms you had ever had. and the irregular clenching of your pussy around his dick was completely it for him. he pulled out of you cautiously and instead of jerking himself to completion all over your naked body, he was reduced to grinding against your wet pussy, panting and sighing until his own orgasm washed over him.
“shit, anton are you crying?” you cradled his face, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb. he couldn’t even reply — he was inside of you, but you fucked the shit out of him.
“i’m a fuckin’ mess. i think we might have some built up tension or something.” anton got up from where he was leant against your chest. he pulled his shorts up and flopped down into a dining chair, dropping his head down onto one of your thighs where your legs were hanging off the table.
you shifted from your position of sitting up on your elbows to laying your back flat on the kitchen table. “don’t even say that.”
“okay.”
the two of you sat in your silence. it was comfortable silence for you, you hoped it was for him too.
without moving from where he was laid on your thigh, anton’s hand tapped against your leg to grab your attention. “so was that horrible for you, or?”
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⌗whycantyouloveme — anton not understanding the concept of calling someone over at 9pm
( lee anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. switch!anton, protected sex, pnv , dry humping 𓄵 word count. 600 { back to library }
( request ). can I request hopeless romantic Anton where reader really wanted to have a one night stand with them and when they finally did reader doesn't really expect anything but Anton now think they have to be together and are confused over why they aren't and reader is confused over why they want a relationship since she thought they also wanted nothing serious... Happy ending tho
you and anton were in the same friend group; you hung out a lot together , you thought he was cute — scratch that , you thought he was fine as fuck , and you knew he was single; and you were horny.
so of course when he called you over to his apartment for a movie night; of course you were going. in your best lacy underwear ready for whatever was to come.
and of course the movie night turned into him deep inside you half way through , his thick cock dragging along your walls; your knees pressed against your chest. “fu-fuck anton.”
he fucked you in a way you hadn’t been fucked in a very long time , his thumb rubbing your clit — his eyes burning into your eyes , you could barely look at him; eyes closing shut.. he didn’t like that. “open them.”
“open your eyes and i wanna see you cum.”
his treatment on your clit , paired with the deep thrust sent you into a spiral , cumming all over his cock. your legs wrapping around his waist , he talked you through your orgasm. “good girl.” he groaned. “cumming all over my cock , making such pretty noises for me.”
he soon finished , cumming into the condom; leaving sweet little kisses on your shoulder and neck. “fuck you felt so good.” he pulled out , taking the condom off before returning back to you.
“do you want to take a shower? i can make you some food.”
“no i’ll take a shower and eat when i get home.”
“when you get home?” he asked, confused , sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear. “you’re not spending the night?”
“why would i spend the night?”
he was genuinely surprised at hearing you say that , which confused you. “well i thought you’d like to sleep over , and maybe go out for breakfast tomorrow.” he shrugged , his once smiley face , now replaced with a frown. “you don’t have to , i can drive you home now.”
“wait no , now i feel bad.” you sat up , covering your body with his covers. “i thought this was just a hook up.”
“why did you think that?”
“you texted me at 9pm asking me if i wanted to hang out alone at your house , anton that’s basically asking to hookup.”
“i didn’t think about that.” he said. “i really just wanted to hang out with you , i didn’t expect for it to go that far— not that i didn’t enjoy it.” you smiled at him , chuckling”
“come here.”
you straddled his lap , your naked form sitting in his lap. “i’ll spend the night.” his hands on your waist , he smiled.
“really? i can make you breakfast in the morning.”
you nodding , biting down on your before slightly moving your hips; his eyes widening , cock stirring in his boxers. “yeah? that really sweet of you.”
his eyes completely glazed over as you rode his covered cock. “so cute.” your hand wrapping around his throat softly , he let out an adorable whimper. “so so cute.”
“you’re gonna cum?”
he nodded , you could feel his cock twitch inside of his underwear. “please can i?”
“yes you can.”
he moaned as he came , making a mess inside his underwear. “fuck.” he sighed , wrapping his arms around your waist bucking up into you.
“now we can shower.”
“wait don’t you want me to .. i can go down on you.” he said softly.
“i’m exhausted honestly.”
“but that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t be down with being woken up by it.”
he he’d go to sleep that night thinking about waking you up on his tongue.
⌗freaktimesthree — being in a poly relationship with anton and shore
( tonddo x fem!reader ) • warnings. sub. everyone lowkey , mentions of head , mxm themes ( happy pride yall 😝 ) , mentions of sex , language 𓄵 screenshot count. 11 { back to library }
( yeni’s note ). everyone wanted one with anton and sohee , so this is sorta like a part 2..
⌗privatepartyforthree — a day out with sohee and sungchans turns into you three fucking in a karaoke bar
( bamttolz x fem!reader ) • warnings. bfs!bamttolz , public sex , multiple locations , fingering , oral ( m. receiving ), handjobs, unprotected sex , double penetration, dirty talk , name calling 𓄵 word count. 2173 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). i got this idea from @riizebangtan
you didn’t even really like pc rooms , you barely played video games. however sohee and sungchan managed to drag you out of the house , straight to a pc room. “just a few games then we can go to the karaoke room.” he promised you before hand — so you agreed , so there you sat after dying rounds ago and no interest in playing anymore , watching them yell at the screen ( at each other or the game you don’t know ).
“i can’t believe i let you drag me here.” you spoke up. “i wanted to go to the karaoke room.” looking around the room , it was a private room with just the three of you. “i told you , we will.” sohee hands flew across the keyboard. “just let us finish this game , i promise.” sungchans eyes not leaving the screen. “shit!” you jumped as the younger boy slammed his hands on the table. “i fucking died.” snatching the headset off. “can we go now?”
“he’s still in the game , we have to wait.” sungchan was too immersed in the game to notice the boy had died , or your growing impatience. “you can wait a little longer, right?” his hand resting on your knees. “be a good girl.” lightly pinching your thigh , teasing. “look he’s almost done.” you leaned over looking at sungchans screen. “doesn’t look like it.” you said — sohees mind somewhere else , you were leaning over him , you low cut shirt giving him a clear view of your chest.
it was no secret between the three of you that both the boys had some sort of feelings for you , most people thinking your relationship with them was odd , you were aware they liked you — sometimes you even played into it , cheekily flirting with sungchan , or letting sohee touch you in not friendly ways; not going further than that. “there’s one round left.” sungchan finally said something after almost 20 minutes of hurling curse words at the computer. “just sit there and look pretty , sohee keep her entertained.”
“i could be entertained at the karaoke room.” sitting back in your seat , sohee smiled. “i’m here to keep you entertained.” you rolled your eyes. “how are you gonna keep me entertained?” his hand that you forgot was on your knee — now higher than before. “i have my ways.” he said , his hands still moving upwards. “sohee.” you warned , that boyish smile working on you like it always did. “live a little.” he said.
“sungchans right there.” you whispered , he shrugged. “please i doubt he’d mind , and he probably can’t hear.” you watch his hands disappear into your jeans , you bit down on your lip. “see i know you want it , always letting me touch you.” his fingers tracing the line of your clothed slit. “you’re so wet.” his fingers slipped inside you , you moaned. “oh? you must want him to hear.” your eyes going to the boy playing the game. “all he has do is turn his head.” he moved his fingers. “look to his side and he’ll see you making a mess on my fingers.”
his thumb circling your stiff clit. “he’d be so jealous , he wanted to be the one to touch you first.” his scissored your cunt open , your chest moving vastly up and down. “too bad , you’re gonna cum all over my fingers.” he leaned over , kissing behind your ear , your eyes closing as you felt your orgasm approaching. “i can feel you clenching my fingers , you wanna cum don’t you?” you nodded. “cum.” curling his fingers. “look at you making such a mess.” your eyes tightly shut as he fingered you through your orgasm. “fuck look at that so pretty.” you felt his fingers slip out of you , your eyes slowly opened , adjusting to the light —
making direct eye contact with sungchan , his headphones sitting on his neck. “sohee.” he said , literally catching the you as the boy was pulling his hands from your jeans. “i didn’t expect your fingers to be stuffed inside her when i said entertain her.” your face flushed , the younger boy shrugging like it was nothing. “it kept her quiet while you played didn’t it?”
“not when i could hear her moaning through the headset.” increasing your embarrassment. “i told you.” he scoffed. “you told him? that didn’t stop you did it?” his eyebrow lifted with his question. “both of you let’s go.” he stood up, turning the computers off , his face unreadable. “aren’t we supposed to be going to karaoke? you were so eager to go before this no?” the both of you looked at each other before standing up , he took in your appearance smirking. “fix your clothes , they probably already heard you , but you don’t want them see that you were fucked in here do you.” he wasn’t going to let it down , sohee smirked condescendingly , following the boy out , you pushed him. “this is your fault.” he shrugged. “is he mad?” you whispered. “mad? no. jealous and turned on? hell yeah.” he said. “walk faster.” sungchan didn’t even turn around.
the karaoke bar wasn’t that far , a walk down the street and you were walking into the building. “one room please.” he paid for it , taking back his card. “come one.” he said , the three of you following the worker down the hall , completely oblivious to the growing tension between the three of you as he guided you guys down to the room. “have a good time.” he walked away. “go on.” he said, opening the door , the three of you spilling into the room.
the tension was still there , but you still picked up the keyboard — you were serious when you said you wanted to come , the two boys watching you choose different songs , sohee eventually joining you in some songs; but sungchan? he just sat and watched the both of you jump around , more so screaming then singing for multiple songs non-stop. “yn?” sungchan called you turned around , he beckoned you over. “come take a break…” you sat the mic down , sitting on the couch. “sohee you can keep going.” he said , the boy didn’t even question it which made you wonder how he was always so controlling over the younger , and how the younger was always so compliant in his orders. “are you upset? because of what happened.”
“of course not,” he said. “i am a little jealous though.” he confessed , the music and sohee’s loud singing in the background. “why?” you asked , he rolled his eyes. “because i wanted you first , and he knew that.” he said , your cheeks flushing at the sudden confession. “normally he listen to everything i say.” that peaked your interest. “what does that mean?” he smiled teasingly. “don’t worry about that , i’m not mad though.” he said. “wish i could’ve seen the whole thing though.” rubbing his thighs — you were fighting demons to not look down at his lower half. “watching you cum around his fingers.” he stopped , groaning; the fire in you belly from the pc room re-igniting. “fuck i’m so hard.”
finally giving in your eyes fell to his lap , his hard on evident. he was already smirking when you looked up. “just can’t help yourself, can you?” his hand coming behind your neck , not locking you in place , just lightly stroking the lower part behind your ear. “was sohee not enough?” he hummed , the younger boy still singing , you couldn’t even tell if he knew what was going on and was just choosing to ignore it. “come closer.” he guided you slowly into a kiss , dragging his hand from your neck down your stomach to your waistband , his hands slipping into your jeans much like sohee. “already dripping , good.”
his fingers slipping inside you. “fingers slipped right in.” he smirked , his long slender fingers moved fast. “fuck i can you over the music.” he leaned whispering into you ear , his voice low making you even wetter. “fuck sungchan.” you moaned. “making such a mess on the couch , pussy is begging to be filled isn’t it?” you nodded , he smiled. “be a good girl.” he whispered , unbuckling his jeans , lifting his hips to feel his cock — he was big; his tip a blush pink color , already leaking. “touch it baby.” your hand wrapped around his base , moving your hand up and down. “fuck that’s it.” he groaned , leaning his head against the wall behind the coach. “just like that.”
sohee who was so immersed in singing , finally turned around realizing what was happening. “fuck put it in your mouth.” your body half way in his lap as you took him into your mouth. “shit!” he moaned out , sohee stood there watching his friend guide your head up and down on his dick , he felt his own getting hard. “fuck , stop watching and just get over here.” he dropped the mic , making his way over to the couch , sitting down. “get on your knees.” sinking down in between sungchan legs , taking him back into your mouth — the mics all abandoned as sohee freed himself , guiding your hand to his cock , your hand moving. “fu-fuck.”
sungchan hips bucked up into your mouth , pushing your head down; sohee using your hand , fucking into your fist. “good slut , keep sucking me like that.” sungchan running his hands through his hair. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” holding your head down , bucking into your mouth , your hand tighten around sohee making moan loudly — at least this room was semi-soundproof. “oh shit.” sungchan pushed your head down , holding it bucking , his cock twitching as he shot his load into the back of your throat , sohee letting out a loud moan as he came into your hand.
he let your head go , wiping the cum from your lips pushing it back into your mouth. “fuckkk good girl.” leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. “get up.” he pulled you into his lap , laying down on the couch so you were straddling him. “you can’t take both of us right?” sohee’s cock immediately getting hard at the thought of fucking you. “i know you can.” you took your pants off , re-straddling his waist , he slapped your ass. “fuck.” he pulled your panties to the side , his cock kissing your clit. “sit on it.”
both of you moaning, feeling him entering you , your cunt sucking him in. “such a tight cunt.” sohee’s cock was fully erected , his hands coming to your waist. “you ready?” you nodded. “pl-please.” you felt his cock stretching you open , he groaned from behind you as he stuffed himself alongside his bestfriend. “shit.” they both moved simultaneously , the music still playing , the sounds of your skin slapping together filling the room. “su-such a fucking slut.” sungchan groaned. “anyone could walk by and hearing you being fuck like a whore by your bestfriends.”
his hands gripping your waist as he moved his hips , sohee pounding you from the back. “i think -fuck- i think she likes that , her pussy clenched at that.” he groaned , slapping your ass , you moaned out. “she does , such a pretty slut , just ready to be fucked.” they both began to sped up , both taking turns hitting that spot that made you see stars. “oh fuck!” you screamed , sohee pulling your head back by your hair sungchan attacking your neck. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you warned , your legs shaking as you squeezed them tight.
“oh fuck.” sohee groaned. “fuck , hold it.” slapping your ass. “sh-shit i’m almost there.” he groaned . sungchan hips not faltering as he felt his orgasm approaching. “want us to fill this pretty pussy up.” the elder spoke. “leave you leaking with our cum.” you nodded , tears streaming down your face due to the pleasure. “please , please cum inside me.”
“begging like a whore.” he said. “so-sohee , she wants to be filled up so bad let’s give it to her.” both of them grabbing at you as they sped up , moans filling the now quiet room due to the music shutting off , skin slapping; room smelling of sex. “shit.” sohee hilted his hips , cock twitching inside of you as he came , triggering your orgasm. “oh fuck fuck fuck!” you clenched tightly around them both , sungchan hissed , cumming soon after , pushing both their loads back into your cunt. “fuck!” he groaned , slowly thrusting his hips riding out his high , before they both slipped out of you , your arms and legs feeling like jelly.
“fuck someone definitely heard that.” sohee said , helping you clean up. “we’re gonna get banned.” both of you lowkey panicking , sungchan being the one who was calm like always. “just don’t look them in the eye.” the two of you turned to him. “what , if i’m embarrassed with something , i just don’t look anyone in the eye.” he shrugged. “that’s gonna have to do because i need to shower.” you said , sungchan reaching over to wipe your face. “see now they won’t notice.” he smiled , you rolled your eyes. “come on.” you said. “head down and walk fast.”
safe to say none of you went back to that karaoke room… but you surely did fool around much more after..
