content: stepcest, slight wonbin x anton, mentioned wonbin x reader
anton swallows a moan, blowing a breath through his puckered lips that is too loud for comfort. it leaves anton wondering if wonbin knows.
the wall between your bedroom and anton’s is thin. it’s something he’s constantly reminded of when he hears anything from hushed whispers to the repeated sounds of your bed colliding with the wall as wonbin moans and fucks you roughly.
anton has never fucked you but sometimes he imagines it when he manages to stroke his own cock and orgasms without interference from you which is—fortunately for him—not very often.
you constantly slip inside anton’s bedroom, yanking his pants down to ankles as soon as he’s within reach. your lips instantly wrap around his cock, your face instantly shifting to one of satisfaction as you suck eagerly. anton had surmised that you’re quite fond of having your mouth full, soothed by the heavy weight on your tongue and the stretch of your lips to accommodate his girth.
sometimes anton wonders if wonbin just doesn’t like it. that thought baffles anton, though. you’re skilled with your mouth, leaving anton breathless each time you wrap your lips around him, suckling and licking and drooling all over him.
that aside, anton is confused. if wonbin knows like anton suspects he does, why doesn’t he have a problem with any of this? why doesn’t he care that his girlfriend slips into her stepbrothers bedroom to suck him off every night, swallowing every drop of cum that spurts from his heavy head? does he not care about the musky taste of his cum when he kisses you?
anton can’t help but think about that, too. maybe wonbin doesn’t care. maybe he likes it. that thought makes anton queasy. he doesn’t like boys. at least, he doesn’t think so. while wonbin is conventionally attractive, anton could never imagine having the older’s plump, pouty lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking and drooling all over like you do. he couldn’t imagine wonbin’s endless dark eyes blinking up at him through his long lashes, his pupils dilated and glassy. his calloused fingertips stroking expertly at anton’s shaft that wonbin couldn’t shove into his mouth.
anton swallows thickly, blinking his eyes as he looks down at you instead, clearing his mind of the man that lays just feet away behind the wall.
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anton lifts himself, resting his weight on his forearms as he glances at you laying between his thighs. your grip on anton’s swollen cock is strong and a little too tight. it stands excitedly, long, thick shaft hiding a majority of your face as your nose nudges the underside of his cock, taking in a deep breath.
you release the air slowly, the heat warming his heavy balls. his hips shift at the uncomfortable sensation. a heavy breath escapes his slightly parted mouth, warming the top of your head while you nuzzle your face deeper into his pelvis. anton squirms again at the experimental kiss you press on his cock. he lifts himself further, dropping his weight in his palms.
the scene looks weird at this angle. you’re laying on your stomach, legs hanging off the edge of anton’s bed that is definitely not big enough for two. you’re wearing the green silk shorts anton now recognizes as the bottoms from the matching christmas pajamas your parents have gifted you. anton remembers the shame he felt tugging his cock as the clock struck twelve, the image of your ass covered in soft fabric on his mind.
“you smell weird,” you mumble, rubbing your cheek against his shaft, “so disgusting.” you pause, turning your head so your lips hover over him. “I bet you taste weird, too.”
anton feels a chill run down his spine as he watches your tongue glide over your lips, eyes trained on his twitching dick. “n-no,” anton say hurriedly, holding his body with one hand while the other searches for his underwear. “d-don’t think about that.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you kept your fucking mouth shut while jerking off.”
anton felt his cheeks warm. he starts to move himself away from you, “y-you’re not supposed to listen to that. I-I’m your-“
“my what?” you question, pressing another kiss to his shaft. “my brother?”
anton watches his cock jump, “please, don’t do that.”
you huff, the expression of annoyance he’s familiar with settling on your face. “I don’t want to do this either, freak. don’t flatter yourself. some of us want to get some sleep tonight. I’m gonna suck you off so you can stop fucking your fist all night.”
anton flushes deeper, his words getting caught in his throat. your lips latch onto his swollen tip, the bead of precum now smeared in your tongue.
“fuck,” he says breathily, hips jerking towards your face.
your nails dig into his strong thigh. he yelps, instinctively attempting to bring his thighs together. they wrap around your head instead, pushing your face into his cock, pubic hair tickling your nose and throat stretched wide. your eyes widen, tears pricking the corners as you push his thighs apart.
“sorry,” anton breathes. “I’m so sorry. jus-just stop, okay? I won’t tell anyone.”
you huff, “keep your fucking legs open. I’m gonna suck you off until you cum all over yourself, understand? I’m sick and tired of hearing you fuck your fist, whining about how you need more.”
his heart drops a little, embarrassment amplifying the warmth in his face. you run your nose down to his base, tonguing at his balls as you inhale. anton tries his best not to move his hips, instead curling his toes and kicking his feet beside your head. “w-wrong,” he moans lightly, “this is wrong. you need to s-stop.”
his protest falls on deaf ears as you lean back, pumping his cock twice before wrapping your lips around his head, taking him in as deep as you can. you gag as anton whimpers, the sensation proving to be too much for him. “fuck, fuck, fuck… okay, okay, okay… just a little.”
