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oh, i love this man so so much 😩😍❤️‍🔥🫠

11:52 PM || h. intak

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hwang intak x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!)

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: swearing, 18+ explicit content, soft soft soft dom!intak, down bad!intak lol, unprotected sex, fingering, little bit of marking, praise galore cause intak is so obsessed with reader omg

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: a lil smut i had cooking for wayyyyy too long to hopefully get me back into a good routine of writing and posting over the summer break! and intak’s been killing me so bad this comeback so it was bound to happen regardless skdjfkjfjf. enjoy~~

now playing: bedtime story - rini, need it - rini

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“That’s definitely new, right?”

You catch Intak’s eyes in the mirror, watching his reflection look back at you before sliding down over your body, assessing the cute black pajama set—silky shorts and a spaghetti strap camisole—you’d recently purchased. The way that he’s staring at you, and especially the way his ears and cheeks are tinted red, has your stomach doing cartwheels, but you’re also just touched that he noticed.

“Yeah, I got them while shopping with Yeji over the weekend. I needed something lighter to wear over the summer…”

Your voice trails off as he steps fully into the bathroom and slips a hand around your waist, feeling the fabric. His eyes widen with a small shocked gasp. “Oh wow, it does feel really nice.”

“Right?” You concentrate back on the mirror to finish the last steps of your skincare—well, at least you try to concentrate. Intak’s gentle hand smoothing over your waist, occasionally brushing under the hem, and his head resting in the crook of your shoulder don’t do much to help that, especially when he presses a light kiss to your bare skin.

“It’s cute. You look really cute.” He mumbles into your neck and you’re glad for the excuse to reach away and grab a towel and pat your face dry, hoping he can’t see the blush on your cheeks from his voice so close to your ear.

However after taking off the headband holding your hair back and hanging the towel to dry, you make the mistake of catching Intak’s gaze on you in the mirror, chin still resting on your shoulder. His mouth instantly tilts up in a smile that’s so endearing and butterfly-inducing that you can feel your heart speed up. He lifts his head enough to press his nose into your cheek, then kisses the corner of your mouth with a whispered, “I mean, you always look cute, but right now…”

It’s diabolical and he knows it, your heart leaping out of your throat. Your body acts on instinct and you pull away with a giggled, “Intak!” He just grins as you duck quickly out of the bathroom before your boyfriend can think of anything else to say to make you shy and all sorts of stupid.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Intak laughs as you attempt to escape into your bedroom, cheeks heated- and this time he can definitely see your flustered state as he slips past the doorway behind you. He’s grinning, eyes sparkling playfully, and he’s looking at you like you’re the galaxy and he’s only just looked at the night sky for the first time. His hand catches yours with enough force to wheel you back to him, and you give in with little resistance, spinning to face him. You’re just a couple inches away now, giggling as he pretends to flick your forehead as punishment for trying to run from him.

“There’s no way I’m letting my girl go without a proper kiss.” Intak tsks, tapping your chin to force you to look up at him. “Especially when she’s looking so damn pretty.”

You roll your eyes, another not-so-subtle disguise to hide how flustered he’s making you. But he knows you too well, a crooked smile lifting with pride as he slowly adjusts his hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers and stepping right into your space. He’s leaning into you like a flower to the sun, adoring eyes darting between your eyes and down to your lips. The way such a simple action can make you feel so much is absolutely ridiculous, and it only takes Intak another few seconds to increase that giddiness tenfold with his soft lips pressed to yours. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle and slow and dizzying, instantly sending you reeling from his touch. His free hand finds your waist as yours slide up to his shoulders, shivers running up your body. He draws you as close as possible to himself, subtly tugging at your bottom lip to hear you sigh before pulling away.

You don’t let him get far, slipping a hand around to the nape of his neck to keep him close. Intak tilts his head, letting his forehead rest on yours as you hover around each other’s lips, taking in the other’s presence. Your hand lightly scratches at his scalp and his eyelashes flicker, eyes half closed, nose nudging yours as an invisible force closes the distance and his lips capture yours again—slowly, deeply, like it’s been weeks since he’s had the chance to kiss you like this. Your sharp inhale dissolves into a quiet whine that only encourages him to smile into the kiss and press closer. Both of his hands move to rest on your hips and you find yourself slowly moving backwards until your body collides with the back of your bedroom door. Intak has you pinned in a second, kissing you again and again, parting your lips to gently suck on your bottom lip and feel your quiet whimper on his tongue.

“God- been wanting to kiss you all night…” he whispers into your mouth in a strained, desperate tone. You answer by tugging him back into a heated kiss that pulls a groan from the back of his throat. Your hands rake through his curls to encourage more pretty sounds that fall onto your lips as he picks up the pace. His hands squeeze your hips, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s hoisting your body into the air, picking you up like its nothing to hold you against the door. You instantly wrap your legs around his torso and pull his face back to yours, unwilling to let him get too far. He responds eagerly, grip tightening on the underside of your thighs as his slow, borderline messy kisses pull from you sighs and whines of his name. His whole body feels on fire under your fingertips, and so does yours, adrenaline rushing through your veins and taking over your senses. His tongue parts your lips, his hands slip to grip your ass, and a murmured “fuck,” turns your brain to static. His hips rut against yours and you gasp, pulling away briefly, heart pounding in your chest.

Your breath catches as his gaze finds yours; Intak looks like a dream and your worst nightmare all at once. His cheeks are flushed, hair disheveled, chest heaving, eyes dazed and half closed as he examines your face the way you do with his, lips brushing yours as his gaze drops to them, then back up to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, eyes wandering over your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His lips are locked back on yours in an instant, pulled like a magnet to its opposite pole, and you’re instantly dizzy, gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it.

This kiss is pure heat. He teases your bottom lip with his teeth and you quietly moan, drawing him as close to you as possible. You run your hands over his shoulders and pecs and feel him shudder, softly groaning as he presses your body to the back of the door once more, pressing his hips against yours again. His lips leave yours, but only to find the slope of your neck and kiss along the skin, sucking marks in a trail to your shoulder, slipping the strap of your tank out of the way without missing a stride. The sensation of his wet mouth on your bare shoulder has your head falling back to rest on the door, heat swimming in waves beneath the surface of your skin. Intak’s lips wander back up your neck, finding a sweet spot behind the back of your ear. The feel of his soft lips and wet tongue make you shiver and quietly moan out his name. “Intak—”

“You’re driving me crazy, baby.” He pants, voice low in your ear. “So perfect… look so fucking cute…”

Your hands run back over his biceps and shoulders, appreciating the toned muscle with gentle squeezes as you sigh and subtly rut your hips against his growing boner. He groans against your lips, melting under your touch and the obvious display of want. He can’t muffle a whimper from the back of his throat as you slide your hands over his chest and repeat the action, which he instantly reciprocates with a grind of his own and a whined, “Fuck, baby… c’mere…”

Making sure his grip looped under your body is secure, Intak kisses your lips one last, lingering time before pulling you back from the door. Stumbling slightly, Intak carries you to the bed and sets you down on the sheets, making your stomach jolt in anticipation. Moving to hover his body overtop of yours, he rubs your thighs and lingers by your lips again, kissing you with new fervor as he whispers between each dizzying peck, “Lay back for me, baby. Just relax and let me do all the work… gonna give you what you deserve…”

His words have an instantaneous effect, making you shiver and grab at his broad shoulders to keep him close, whispering, “Want you…”

With a smile, he pecks your cheek before trailing soft, sensual kisses back down the side of your neck and along your collarbone. He spends a little extra time at the neckline of your shirt before helping you pull the fabric over your head to discard it, doing the same quickly with his own shirt. His lips don’t miss a beat in continuing their path down your body, littering your skin with long presses of his mouth and tongue that make you shiver, sensitive to every touch. His hands follow his lips in their journey down your body, rubbing over your breasts and the curves of your sides. You feel yourself sinking into the bed as Intak slowly presses your hips into the mattress, lips worshipping your body, slowly sucking wet, red marks in his wake. Every small sound you make is only encouraged by Intak, who slowly massages your waist and murmurs, “You’re so good for me.” The words are whispered over your skin, making you feel lightheaded with desire. “So perfect.”

His mouth trails a line down your center, and he’s so unbearably slow that you already feel like a mess before he even starts kissing along the waistband of your shorts. Your hands find their way into his hair and tug at the dark locks, pulling small, strained groans from the back of his throat as his eyes flutter. The action seems to only encourage him to further drive you to the edge of insanity, tongue teasing the marks he’s leaving as you squirm beneath him, already out of breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, thumbs massaging the rise of your tummy, admiring the darkening bruises he’s left behind. He presses several wet, sweet kisses there before he tugs at your shorts, glancing up at you through dark lashes. “Can these come off, baby?”

You nod with a small “please,” and that’s all Intak needs. His lips split into a grin, eyes sparkling before he carefully pulls aside both your shorts and panties to expose your whole body to him. He takes several seconds to simply get a look at you before bending back down to capture your lips again, softly moaning when you readily press back into him. His hands slip back to your waist, thumbs pressing into your hip bones to hold you in place as he kisses you twice, three times, endlessly more. You lose count as he mumbles sweet praises and several “I love you” ’s against your lips before parting once more. This time, he wastes no time, eager impatience getting the better of him as his arms loop around your waist to roll you over onto your stomach with ease.

Your stomach drops at the change in position and the way his hands explore your body again, rubbing over your ass and up your spine firmly, kneading into the skin. His warm kisses return, littering your back with wet spots and stinging marks that make you whine into the pillow. You feel his smile on your skin, know he’s teasing you on purpose, but your complaints are instantly forgotten when he finally pushes your thighs apart and drags a finger through the wetness gathered in your core, catching on your clit in the process. Pleasure pulses through your body as he repeats the action several times, making you whimper and clutch at the sheets.

“Fuck, Intak, there, please-”

You arch your back with a small moan as Intak obliges, rubbing two fingers over your clit in practiced motions that have you seeing stars. After a minute, he pauses briefly to prop a pillow under your hips, then firmly loops his hands under your thighs and pulls you close to him. He leans over you, kissing up your neck before once again finding that sweet spot behind your ear and murmuring, “Relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You’ve been so good, so good, baby… gonna get you there, promise… just hold on for me.”

His fingers work magic as he slips two into your aching cunt and quickly begins to thrust and curl them just right. It’s so good you don’t even know when you start grinding your hips back to chase the friction. “Oh my god…”

It’s not enough, though, and when you say as much Intak quickly strips off his pants and boxers with his free hand, fisting his boner and aligning himself with your hole. Your whole body heats, shaking with anticipation and need, core tingling. Intak hisses as he slowly pushes into you, head falling, his hair and his breath tickling your back. “Oh my god… baby…”

His hands tighten on your hips as he ruts into you, gradually sinking further into your welcoming warmth as spots fill your vision, skin burning at the feeling of his pulsing dick filling you, stimulating your sensitive walls and triggering waves of heat and pure pleasure to flow through your veins. When Intak bottoms out, he does so with a throaty groan, head dipping to touch your back, hair tickling your skin.

As you take a second for the two of you to adjust, Intak lifts his head and presses several messy kisses to the side of your head and behind your ear. “Feel okay?” He pants, breath hot on your neck.

You nod, head heavy in the pillows, body shaking. One of Intak’s arms wraps around your chest and pulls you up to him, supporting your weight while he begins to thrust. The friction is delicious, and you’re instantly clenching around him, your body practically begging for more. Intak lets out quiet sounds and grunts with each thrust, and it’s not long before both of you start to slowly fall apart. Each stroke is deliberate and evenly paced, slow enough for you to really feel it, yet hurried enough that you’re not given a second to breathe before another wave of pleasure rolls through your gut and pushes a moan from your throat.

“God, you feel so good,” Intak groans, head buried in your neck, mouth warm against your skin. “Take me so well, baby… shit—”

His hips thrust with more force, his desperation getting the better of him. His arm around your chest remains firm in holding you to him at the same time that his body presses you against the mattress, his free hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place for him, allowing him to control the angle and hit all your best spots. It’s so good and so intense that you similarly begin to lose control, breaths hitching and choking on moans and whimpers and pleas of his name, all of which are muffled into the sheets as your strength fails you and your head falls against the bed.

His own groans and whines become more high pitched and breathy, his words coming out in broken murmurs. “Feel s’ good, baby,” he whispers, words slurred together. He presses sloppy kisses to your shoulder, moaning against your skin as you clench around him again, feeling your stomach tightening, body tingling. “Fuck, babe—ah—I’m not… not gonna last long like this…”

You whimper, fingers digging into the sheets as his hand slips from your hip to find your clit again, rubbing in pressured circles that have you clenching around him harder, moaning beneath him. “There, there—”

Intak doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, repeating each heavenly motion as your climax nears its approach. It doesn’t take long before the knot in your gut becomes unbearable, heat rising across your skin. A few more seconds and you’re babbling, “I-I’m coming, Intak, ah-”

“Come for me…” Intak pleads, panting, body shaking overtop of yours, voice right beside your ear, deep and laced with want. “Let me feel you, baby… I’ve got you…”

In an instant, your body tenses and the knot snaps, your high washing over you hard. Your boyfriend rides you through your high, and it’s not long before Intak’s hips stutter and his cum spills into you, his own choked moans filling the space between you. After a couple last thrusts, Intak stills, then slowly pulls out and slumps beside you.

You take a minute to catch your breath, and as you do, Intak pulls you against him, rolling you onto your side and curling you backwards into his chest. His mouth presses gently to your back, free hand rubbing circles over your hip bone. “There you go, baby, that’s it…”

You hum in return, taking his hand and intertwining it with yours. Intak nuzzles into your neck, both of you catching your breaths as he kisses you there. Eventually, he whispers, “You good?”

“Mm. Better than good.”

You can feel Intak’s proud grin against the shell of your ear as he holds you tighter to him. After a moment, he presses another kiss to your skin and murmurs, “Let’s get you washed up and back into those cute pj’s of yours, baby.”

You let him guide you to sit up, eyeing him as he grabs your pajama set, and laughing softly. “Okay, but behave this time.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as Intak pulls you to your feet, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more for good measure. “No promises.”

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puppiesfolder · 1 month ago

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bf! intak who falls asleep on your shoulder during car rides and plane rides instead of the other way around. probably drools a little too, but you don’t have it in you to wake him up because his eyes are half opened and his cheek is completely smooshed. so endearing, it would be a crime to disturb him :(

bf! intak who blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek. kisses on the lips are phenomenal, and they are his absolute favorite—but there’s something so sweet about you giving him a kiss on the cheek, especially when you have to stand on your tippy toes and rest your hands on his chest.

proceeds to hold your hands where they rest, looking down to hide the flustered, dorky smile that takes over his features.

“one more” he’ll ask, giving you the softest, pleading eyes. “please?”

bf! intak who blows raspberries on your tummy, and kisses it after. who also has a habit of playing with your fingers, or your rings if you’re wearing any. who has to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your hip, or your knee, or the small of your back. has to be touching you, and if he isn’t because you’re not nearby, he’ll perk his head up, and look around until he spots you. jogs over and fits his hand into yours with a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling “i was wondering where you went :(“ “but it’s okay!” he beams “cause i found you!”

bf! intak who wakes you up by accident every morning when his lips press into your shoulder or your neck or your jaw. the funny thing is: he’s still asleep. he’s kissing you and nuzzling into you in his sleep with his warm cheek pressing against yours and his hair tickling your face. his arm pulls you tighter to him when you stir, and finally, he wakes up when you stretch, in fear that you actually meant to get up.

“don’t get up yet… please, you’re s’warm..”

“intak, baby, i was just stretching.”

“come closer >:(“

scowls but with his eyes closed until you’re completely wrapped around him and under the mountain of blankets again.

bf! intak who always insists on showering with you. 9/10 times, he’s in there with you, and 6/10 times, it isn’t even sexual. he’s making a mohawk out of your hair with shampoo, and molding his own hair to match with a silly grin on his face. he’s scrubbing your face wash lovingly onto your cheeks and kissing your nose as you smile up at him (then proceeds to wash his face like a MAN all rough and crazy, which earns him a bit of a scolding from you). he holds you under the water and steals little pecks as the water bill gets higher and higher (at this point, you would’ve saved more water taking separate showers).

if you guys are playing music he’s singing loudly between giggles and designating parts so that you guys can put on a little concert. If there’s no music then he’s bickering with you about how you’re hogging the hot water, so he pushes you out of the way. only stays there for a few seconds though, cause the thought of you being cold makes his heart break a little. switches sides with you again with a little feigned annoyance, but even when you insist you aren’t cold he convinces you to stay under the hot stream.

bf! intak who tries his best to cook for you, following recipes of foods you’ve liked to the very last detail. refuses to let you help, but will allow you to sit on the counter as his personal cheerleader so he can steal a kiss or two or ten as he works.

is so careful to measure everything right, letting you try it along the way (only after he’s approved of the taste himself). watches for your reaction so so eagerly and smiles SO big if you say it’s good.

bf! intak who loves being praised by you. sometimes even fishes for compliments because any kind of approval from makes his heart so full and makes him feel so loved! “don’t i look handsome today?” or “did i do a good job?”

whether you compliment his outfit or his looks, or you simply tell him thank you for something, he’s over the moon

bf! intak who is has such a huge heart and gives it over to you completely. it’s yours! so don’t break it. falls first and falls harder, from the very first moment he sees you is so whipped. willing to give you absolutely everything and anything you want.

is so gentle, so considerate, so caring, so intak.

truly your best friend & lover all in one.

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puppiesfolder · 2 months ago

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breathless

pairing— fem!reader x boyfriend!anton

wc— 1.5k

content— fluff, romantic intimacy, suggestive content, emotional vulnerability.

you were at Anton’s house, right after meeting his mom for the first time. you hadn’t had the chance to meet his dad yet—he’d been busy—but that didn’t take away from the joy of the moment. your heart was still beating fast from the nerves. his mom had been so sweet to you, so warm, that you couldn’t stop smiling.

“my mom loved you,” anton said as he walked upstairs with you, his fingers intertwined with yours. “she said you’re lovely, but i already knew that.”

you smiled at him, your cheeks still flushed from the nerves of meeting her. he led you into his room and gently closed the door behind you. the room smelled like his cologne—warm and subtle—with soft light streaming in through the window.

“are you okay?” he asked, a crooked smile on his lips.

“yeah… it’s just—” you let out a soft laugh, "i’m still processing everything. Your mom, your house… you.”

anton came closer with that calmness of his that always disarmed you. His hands slipped around your waist, and the space between you vanished.

“me what?” he whispered, his nose brushing against yours.

“you… make me feel things,” you confessed in a breath.

The atmosphere was quiet, only lit by the soft light filtering through the window. The walls seemed to stay silent so as not to interrupt. Anton laid down on the bed and looked at you with that mix of sweetness and nervousness only he could have. He lay on his side, propped up on one arm, watching you as you sat next to him, still undecided whether to lie down beside him.

“does being here make you uncomfortable?” he asked in a low voice, his shyness lacing every word.

“no… not at all,” you replied, feeling your heart begin to pound harder. “It’s just… you make me nervous.”

anton smiled—that half-smile that always melted you from the inside.

"i make you nervous?” he whispered, with a soft laugh of disbelief, like he didn’t understand the effect he had on you.

you slowly laid down beside him, his eyes never leaving you. when he leaned in, it was slow, careful, like every second mattered. his lips brushed against yours with feather-light softness, but the contact set your whole body alight.

the kiss was gentle at first, exploratory, but soon grew deeper. his lips searched yours with restrained need, and your hands slid up his neck, tangling in his hair. your chest tightened—not from nerves, but from the intensity with which he touched you, like you were the most delicate thing he had ever held. anton placed one hand behind your neck, pulling you closer with more intent, while the other traced your back like he was trying to memorize every part of you.

your breaths began to blend, ragged, and you felt your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. your bodies were so close, so connected, there was no space left between you—only warmth. anton paused suddenly, his eyes shining with a hint of shyness. He pulled back slightly, softly panting, and looked at you with half-lidded eyes, pupils dilated.

“are you okay?... your breathing… you’re breathing really fast,” he murmured, a timid smile appearing on his face.

“it’s your fault,” you whispered with a laugh. "you make me feel this way.”

he bit his lip, like he didn’t know what to do with the pride and bashfulness swelling in his chest.

“i didn’t know i could affect you that much…” he chuckled quietly, glancing away for a second, red as a tomato. then he looked at you again. “but i like knowing that.”

you simply looked at him with a playful smile and stroked his cheek with the back of your fingers.

“and you?” you asked, noticing how his breathing was also starting to quicken. “are you okay?”

anton let out a soft laugh and buried his face in your neck for a moment, like he needed a second to gather himself.

“i don’t know what you’re doing to me, but i’m starting to think you have me completely at your mercy.”

he looked down, slightly embarrassed but clearly flattered, and then kissed you again—this time with more tenderness.

he shifted your position gently, like he didn’t want to overwhelm you, but still wanted to feel you close—closer.

anton had your lips between his, his hands resting on either side of your face like you were a treasure he didn’t want to break. your fingers clutched his shirt, like you couldn’t breathe… and well, maybe just a little.

and all you could think about was him. About how every part of your body was responding to his presence.

while kissing him, you opened your eyes just a little, just to see his face so close to yours… and there it was—that little mole on his cheek.

his lips were soft, yet firm, like each kiss was an unspoken “i love you.”

and when your breathing quickened, you could see his chest rising just as fast, see him swallowing hard, trying to stay calm… though he adored you like this, lost in his kisses, so you and so his.

“that mole…” you whispered between kisses, your nose brushing against his. “i love it.”

“then it’s yours. like i am.”

anton giggled softly, that bashful little laugh that made him even more endearing, and said:

“sorry, it’s just… it’s hard to believe you’re really here,” he murmured, laughing quietly as he shifted a bit, trying to regain composure.

but you looked at him with a heart overflowing. because what you felt wasn’t just desire—it was love. It was belonging. and he felt it too.

“you don’t have to believe it, just feel it,” you told him, caressing his cheek.

anton kissed you again, slower this time, like time had stopped just for the two of you.

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puppiesfolder · 2 months ago

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Worth It In The End | Anton [NSFW]

Anton Lee/Lee Chanyoung - RIIZE

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~ 6.9k (lol)

Pairing: Anton x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Friends-to-Lovers, Angry Sex, Kinda Angst, Jealousy

!!This is smut...if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Summary: After Anton gets jealous and does something rash in his jealousy, you get pissed.

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Anger, Jealousy, Pet Names (Pretty Girls, Baby, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! & M! Receiving, Fingering, Deepthroating, Size Difference, Size Kink, Cock-Bulge (a bit), Overstimulation, Squirting, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! Reader is on the pill), Big Dick! Anton (yay)

Author's Note: What is this? I actually wrote something to completion? And posted it? Must be why the weather is crazy...

Also, this is a dream I had... The only thing that's different is my freaking dad cutting a whole in our wall upstairs woke me up right after I got to the hotel room.

P.S. Where the hell did SM find him? He's just so freaking gorgeous...

P.P.S. the middle picture is Shohei Ohtani

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You go to almost every single event Anton is in, he’s your best friend after all, and you only miss if you’re sick. You however, much prefer his swim meets to his baseball games. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s shirtless when swimming, because you like his butt in his baseball uniform even more. You don’t try to hide how attractive you find him even if you are just friends, you aren’t blind. The reason you prefer his swim meets is because, for some reason, less of his fan-girlies come to those. Probably because they aren’t as “cool” or they don’t even know he’s also on the swim team. This upcoming baseball game though is very special. It’s the first time in over 20 years your university has made it to the national championships, but that means it’s a much, much bigger event than normal. That is why you kind of didn’t want to go, but all your girl friends are going too, and Anton had nearly begged for you to join. Reluctantly, you’d said yes.

In the end, you’re glad you decided to go, because each member of each team gets to pick one friend or family member to sit in the best seats, and Anton chooses you. His parents aren’t able to go because of their work schedules and so you get the honor. What that does mean however is that you’re sitting in the stands with a bunch of parents, so 40- and 50-year-olds, and you feel out of place to say the least. As more and more people get to the stands, you debate going up to the much worse seats just so you can be with your friends.

“How the hell did you end up here?” You hear a teasing voice, and you startle, looking up at the owner of the voice. You sigh in relief, huffing a laugh as he sits down. You believe his name is Jacob or something, and you know his brother is on the team. You’ve had a few classes with him but aren’t exactly friends, but he’s better than some middle-aged dad or over-protective mother.

“Take a guess…”

“Anton.”

“Yep.”

“How long have you two been dating?”

“Huh? We’re not dating.”

“You’re just friends?”

“Yeah?”

“Good, then he won’t punch me for talking to you.”

“He wouldn’t anyway…” You huff, shaking your head. As more and more people fill the stands, you joke back and forth with Jacob, the two teams coming out and practicing some. When you see Anton step out, you wait to see if he looks over to where you are and when he does, you smile wide, and wave. He waves back with a smile, and you don’t notice it fall into a scowl when you look at Jacob as he says something about the music playing over the loudspeaker making you laugh. You also don’t feel him glaring at the guy next to you, or see him roll his eyes before getting out onto the field. Right before the game starts, the other guy heads up to get food and he offers to get you some, so you tell him just to get you a soft pretzel or something.

“Hey.” You look down toward the field, seeing Anton leaning against the barricade, probably standing on some ledge or something, but he is still tall enough to allow him to fold his arms on the edge and his chin on his arms.

“Hey! You nervous?” You lean forward so it’s easier to hear each other over the loud music. He shrugs. You can tell by his face that he’s clearly not all that happy, but you can’t tell if it’s nerves or what.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” His tone is terse, and you wonder if he’s upset about something, but don’t even ponder if it could be at you.

“Here comes the bitch brigade…” You mumble, seeing the cheerleaders heading out onto the field. He huffs a soft laugh, but it doesn’t reach his face.

“You still pissed at the whole team?”

“I wouldn’t be if the whole team didn’t bitch about me just because you’re my friend.”

“Yeah, well then, don’t be a bitch of a friend.” He snaps and storms off, heading back to the rest of the team. You flinch back at the harsh statement, wondering what the hell’s gotten into him. You then realize he must be upset at you, but you can’t think of even a fleck of what you could’ve done.

“Earth to (Y/N).” Jacob’s voice brings you back to reality and you take the pretzel he hands you.

“Thanks…”

“You good?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Soon, the game starts, and you manage to forget for the moment that Anton, your best friend ever, was pretty obviously pissed at you. When there’s a longer intermission between the fourth and fifth inning, you get up to find the restroom. Of course, there’s a long line out of the girls’ and so you lean against the wall to wait.

“Did you see number 17 on the other team?”

“Oh, yeah, Lee, right?”

“When the camera for the big screen zoomed in on him, I almost fainted.”

“He’s so fucking hot.”

You roll your eyes as you hear a trio of girls talking, waiting in the line in front of you. They’re clearly fans or classmen of the other team based on what they’re wearing… As if you didn’t have enough rabid girls to deal with from your own school.

“Hey, you’re here for the other school, yeah?” One of the girls catches your attention and you look up to see the three of them are looking at you. You try to casually cross your arms to hide the 17 you have on the front of the shirt you’re wearing. Anton’s bigger than you enough you’re wearing his spare uniform shirt like a dress with a ribbon-belt you braided of the school’s colors around your waist.

“Uh…yeah.” If it was a professional game, you’d be less worried, plenty of fans wear merch shirts at games, but neither school offers those types of shirts. They either don’t notice or don’t know how to read, because they don’t mention it.

“Do you know Lee then?”

“Yeah…”

“What was his first name, Anthony?”

“Nah, just Anton.”

“So you do?”

“Uh…something like that, yeah.”

“Is he single?” That question feels like a shiv in the gut, and you try to hide your wince. Why are you so upset? He’s just your friend… You have no right to be jealous.

“No idea.” You shrug. Before you can even get to the point in line you can get into the bathroom, you leave the line and head back to the stands. You sit back down right before the game starts back up again and you manage to hide that you’re upset so Jacob doesn’t notice. You two crack jokes through the whole game and you even ask if his girlfriend would mind him talking to you.

“Nah, she’s never been the jealous type. She’s pretty good at telling if a girl is actually flirting or not, too.”

Once again, you forget about your own upset as the game continues, your school’s team absolutely destroying the other team. When Anton’s team wins, it’s not even close and the people there for your school flood the field in cheers as confetti and other such things are launched and shot into the air. You decide to head down as well and see if you can find Anton and congratulate him first. As you weave through the crowd, wincing at the overwhelming smell of beer, you finally reach a break in the crowd. Looking around to try and see him, you catch a flash of a cheerleader in her uniform. Gently shoving people out of the way to see her better, guessing her and her gaggle are trying to find their “prince”, you freeze. Anton was there for sure, but with just one cheerleader, and she’s way too close. Like…close. Yeah, the crowd is dense, but there is still no reason for-

“You looked so good out there~”

“Did I?” The tone in his voice is what you’re used to him sounding like around the fangirls; bored. When he turns and catches a sight of you, you smile, ready to head closer, but you halt again. He sees you, and smirks, then looks back at the girl.

“So did you~” His voice immediately dropped to a flirty tone, and it pierces you, not just in the heart, but in the spirit. He steps even closer to her, you didn’t think it possible, and leans down. She giggles, flirty, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck and your heart falls. While immediately you feel heartbroken, you then get horribly jealous. Anton’s eyes meet yours again, making you jerk in a flinch, and he leans down and kisses- Your entire body freezes when he kisses her, and it’s obvious it’s more tongue than anything. You see red and you turn to storm off, shoving people hard out of the way, but luckily your small stature doesn’t really do any damage. Getting off the field you head into the lower hall of the stadium and get to a private bathroom. You let the heavy door slam close and you lock the door. Huffing, you lean against the sink counter, staring down into the basin, then up into the mirror. Your face is red and blotchy, eyes even a bit bloodshot and even looking at yourself, you can’t tell if you’re more angry or hurt. He’s definitely upset with you, but why the actual fuck did he decide to tongue-fuck that girl’s mouth just because he saw you? Was he getting back at you? But for what-

“Damn it!” You realize, slamming your hand down onto the counter. He saw you with Jacob… But, even if that made him jealous, why would sucking face with a member of the bitch brigade equate to you cracking jokes with a guy?

“That stupid fucker-“ You scoff, leaving the bathroom and storming down the hall, not even thinking to use the restroom. Because you had the fancy little pass that got you the fancy little seat in the fancy little section for the friends and family of the team, they let you into the lower hall that leads to the locker rooms. Many parents and other family members were lingering around to wait for and/or are talking to other members of the team. Realizing it would be a very poor decision to go into the locker room, even if that’s what you want to do, you wait right by the door. Crossing your arms, tapping your foot, you don’t even know if he’s in there yet and so you keep looking down the hall as more players start to flow in. Finally, you see him, alone, joking around with two other team members. For a brief, fleeting moment, your ire dissipates, seeing your favorite smile on his face, clearly happy that the team won. When he sees you, his eyes harden to match yours and the air gets icy. His teammates look between the two of you then scurry into the locker room.

“She taste good?” You sneer and he scoffs.

“What?”

“I know you only did that because you saw me there. What the actual fuck?”

“Don’t be a hypocrite, (Y/N).”

“What?”

“You were slutting it up with Dylan’s brother.”

“No I wasn’t! He has a girlfriend, first of all. Second of all, we were just dicking around, joking.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What right do you have to get upset anyway? We’re friends, just friends.”

“Then why are you so pissed if I did kiss that girl?” You can’t answer, because he’s right. So, you decide to be honest.

“I am jealous.” He clearly wasn’t expecting you to straight out admit it, because he gapes at you for a few seconds, then his gaze hardens again.

“Then you know how I felt.”

“Wait- You kissed Miss Bitch because you were jealous I was platonically joking with a guy?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s- That’s fucked. How is that equal? I was talking and so you decide to tongue-fuck her mouth in retaliation?” Your words seem to resonate with him because the anger on his face falls. It’s very obviously not close to being the same, and it’s not even just a step up. You scoff, resting your hand on your forehead, just soft enough to not be a full-on slap.

“Oh…my god… You-“ You release a shaky breath, tears pricking in your eyes and you still can’t tell what the emotion behind it is.

“Anton~!” You both flinch at the annoyingly familiar voice. You snort a dry laugh.

“Oh, here she comes, Miss Bitch. Well, have fun getting herpes or whatever.” You turn to leave, going to pull your satchel off your shoulder to get your phone and call an Uber, definitely not wanting to wait and go back to the hotel with Anton.

“(Y/N), wait!” He calls and you keep going, flipping him off.

“Damn it, (Y/N), wait a fucking second-“ His much longer legs allow him to catch up and he grabs your wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but secure enough you know you can’t pull away. He turns you back to face him and the hurt on both of your faces is clear to the other.

“What…what room are you staying in?” He finally manages to get out.

“Why do you-“

“I need to deal with winning shit first, but then we’re dealing with this. I won��t even give that girl a second look, and don’t you dare do anything between here and the hotel.”

“Why should I listen to you?” He pauses, not sure how to answer. You wait.

“Please.” He asks softly and it pierces through you, popping your balloon of anger and you deflate, sighing.

“Fine. Room 127.” Anton lets you go, and you watch as he turns and heads straight into the locker room, up-right ignoring the cheerleader. When she notices this, she scoffs, looking at you, clearly blaming you. As she should, and you’re glad she does. You raise a brow, giving her a condescending look then turn around and head back down the hall. Sending a text to your friends, you let them know you’re heading to the hotel first, claiming to have a headache and they let you know they’re going to some after party. Like you agreed with Anton to do, you head straight back, not even stopping at a convenience store to get a snack.

After you get back to the hotel you just stand in the middle of the room for a good ten minutes, staring at a random spot on the carpet. You really didn’t want to have to deal with your turbulent emotions any day, but especially not now. The implication of their mere presence is enough to knock you off your feet. You know deep down why you’re jealous, but actually verbalizing it, even in your own head voice, is too much. Finally deciding to not loiter in your own hotel room, you turn to head to the restroom since you never had gotten the chance to go. After, you stare at your still somewhat blotchy face in the mirror, then sigh. The number 17 in big bold letters on the shirt you’re wearing is like a splinter in your eye. You aggressively undo the belt holding it around your waist and yeet the belt into the room, though it barely went anywhere since it was basically a ribbon. With a grunt and way more effort than it really should take, you remove the shirt-dress and drop it on the bathroom floor. Starting at yourself in the mirror again, just in a plain nude bra and a pair of purple boy-shorts undies, you feel horribly inadequate. You bet when that stupid cheerleader takes her uniform off, she has some frilly set on… Probably a sports bra, actually, but it makes you wonder if she even looks better in that than you do right now. She was a good four or five inches taller too…

You startle when there’s a knock on the door and you huff, looking around before realizing the fastest thing to put on would be the shirt. Grabbing it you go to the door and look through the peephole, and it’s not Anton, but a hotel employee.

“Uh, hold on!” You hurry to put the shirt back on and it looks significantly more suggestive without the belt somehow, like you were wearing your boyfriend’s-

“Uh, yeah?” You open the door just enough to peak your head out and the bellhop smiles.

“Are you (Y/N)?”

“Yes…”

“We were told to deliver this bouquet if the SM team won the championship?” He’s holding the bouquet of flowers you had ordered way ahead of time, if need be, of course.

“Oh, right, thanks…” You open the door enough and take it from him and he nods a bow and then leaves. Sighing you head back into the room, the bouquet dangling in your hold as your arms drop. Looking down at the flowers, the same colors of your school, you take a few deep breaths. Setting the flowers on the dresser that’s also the stand for the TV, you look again at your reflection, though its much less clear in the black screen than the bathroom mirror.

There’s another knock and you think that for sure is Anton, so you take a few breaths to psyche yourself up and go to the door. But, when you open it, it is in fact not Anton, but another hotel employee.

“We received a call to have this delivered to your room, Miss Hwang.” The concierge smiles and you take the box from her. She bows softly and then leaves. You head back into your room, brow furrowed, looking over the white box with a ribbon glued to it. Setting it down, you lift up the lid and inside is a box of chocolates with a little note. You take the note and read it, and all it’s says is “Sorry” with Anton’s name. You huff a small laugh, corner of your mouth tilted up a bit. You weren’t sure when he would show up, who knows what kind of celebration stuff he had to do, however… Four hours is very much too long and very much not okay. If he was going to be so particular about you going straight to the hotel, why the hell was he taking for-fucking-ever?

As you watch some random episode of Friends on the TV, the empty box of chocolates on the floor next to you, you brood. After waiting about an hour and a half, you took your bra off, not wanting to deal with it any longer. You’re sitting against the headboard, arms crossed, ankle crossed over the other, legs slightly rocking side to side. Then…there’s a knock, finally. Your anger flares white-hot again and you nearly throw yourself off the bed and storm to the door. Looking through the peephole, you see Anton standing there, looking a bit nervous. He’s in normal clothes and has his duffle slung over his shoulder.

Purposefully being loud with unlocking the chain and the dead bolt on the door, you through the door open, glaring up at him.

“Get in here ass-munch.”

“Excuse me?” But he does so anyway. You let the door close, not caring if it was two in the morning, and that there are in fact other people at the hotel.

“Four hours? Really?”

“I didn’t know it would be so long-“

“You get herpes?”

“What?”

“You were with Miss Bitch, yeah?” Anton sighs, dropping his duffle and closes his eyes, rubbing over his forehead.

“No. I had to deal with the after-party. I told you that.”

“No, you said you’d deal with ‘winning shit’ and then be here. I was expecting at the most an hour after I left the stadium. Was the ‘sorry’ for bailing on me or for being a dick?” I grab the box of chocolates off the floor and chuck the empty container at him. He catches it, rolling his eyes and sets it on the table.

“You’re still pissed?” You scoff, huffing in utter disbelief.

“I wasn’t. Now I’m pissed for a different reason! Because, gee, I don’t know, you lied?”

“I did not lie.” He takes a step closer, anger coming back to his normally sweet face.

“Then why couldn’t you have texted me at least?” He doesn’t answer, licking his lips. Whether he didn’t think of that, or you had caught him, you weren’t sure.

“Get out.”

“What-“

“Get. Out.”

“Damn it, (Y/N), just…take a fucking breath-“

“You douche!” You surge forward swatting at him, then you shove him, your nearly foot-shorter body not doing very much damage.

“Hey-!” He tries to grab your wrists to stop your wild swatting but you’re faster than he expected.

“I wasn’t with her!”

“Prove it!” He scoffs, wondering how the hell to do it.

“Was she any good?”

“I told you I wasn’t-“

“She suck you off?”

“What?”

“I bet she’s good at it, yeah?”

“(Y/N)-“

“Probably to ‘congratulate’ you right?”

“Would you just-“

“Did you do a little quickie in the bathroom, or did you fool around at the party?”

“(Y/N)-“

“You gonna ask her out officially?”

“Damn it, just shut the fuck up for two seconds!” You flinch back at his outburst, startled that he would be that harsh with you. Anton’s breathing a bit hard, trying to calm down.

“I was not with her. I swear to God.”

You don’t say anything.

“First, I had to deal with the locker-room crap and the whole speech from the coach. Then we all went to shower, but by then the hot water had run out somehow and so they had us go to a different locker room, but I had to wait my turn. Then when we went to get on the bus, the tires were slashed. Probably other team or something. So, they had to get a different bus and by the time it arrived, it was already over two hours later. I made a token appearance at the after-party and then bailed. But I obviously had no way to get to the hotel, and every ride-share and taxi in town was booked to all hell so I had to walk. I came straight here after; I swear to God.”

“Then why didn’t you text me?” He still doesn’t answer the question.

“Anton.”

“I was worried what the guys would say if they saw I did.” He finally admits.

“So you care more about what your baseball-buddies might say if you text your best friend, but you don’t think for a second to care about what your best friend would think?”

“You didn’t text me.” He tries to counter. You scoff.

“I did.” You cross your arms and his face falls, and he digs in his pocket for his phone. After a few taps, a flashing battery appears on the screen. Dead.

“Oh…”

“You would’ve known it was dead if you tried to text me.” You sigh, grabbing the flowers you had delivered and hand them to him limply.

“Here, congrats on winning. Now get out.”

“What?” Anton reaches for the flowers, but hesitates.

“Get out. I really want to be alone.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Yes, I’m still mad!” You step closer, hitting him with the flowers, then again. Again-

“Damn it, (Y/N), knock it off!”

“Do you know how scared I was that you were mad at me!? But it was for something so- fucking- stupid-!” You continue to swing the flowers, some of the stems breaking, leaves and a few petals falling onto the floor. He finally grabs the bouquet and yanks it out of your hands and tosses them somewhere else. Since your weapon had been confiscated, your resort to smacking and punching his chest.

“(Y/N)- (Y/N)-“ He tries to grab onto your flailing hands to stop you but you’re relentless, angry tears welling in your eyes.

“You stupid- douche- how dare you- you’re the worst-“

“Stop for fuck’s sake!” He finally manages to grab your wrists and pins them to the wall, caging you in against it. You writhe in his hold, trying to break free.

“Why are you so damn big?!” You finally stop, breathing hard, body shaking a bit and you glare up at him.

“You and you’re stupid gorgeous face-“ You huff, and you can tell he’s gritting his teeth. His grip on your wrists tightens a bit.

“Can you please let me speak-“

“I can’t believe I like you, you stupid bastard, you’re just a huge fucking jerk-“

“(Y/N)!” Anton nearly growls, louder than he normally is and it startles you quiet. You both look at each other, breathing a bit heavy, and as if you have the same thought…

You moan a desperate whine when his lips slam into yours, arms going slack. His hand leaves one of your wrists so it can go to under your jaw, tilting your head to the right angle and he deepens the kiss. Your tongue meets his in a messy dance, little whimpers leaving your mouth as drool slips down your chin. The hand at your jaw moves to weave into your hair, tugging a bit harshly at the strands. The slight sting forces a moan out of you, and he groans in return, sucking on your tongue. Your head begins to swim, heart racing, leading you to need more air but he’s stealing it at the same time. You heave for air, panting, when he finally pulls back, lips still hovering over yours. Both of you breathe harshly, your breaths mingling and you just stare at his lips as he looks at the floor. You can tell he’s trying to calm down and you aren’t sure if it’s his anger or lust he’s trying to quell.

“I need…to calm down I don’t want… want to do anything-“ Anton’s clearly fighting some kind of internal battle but you don’t care.

“Just fuck me you pretty bastard.” You snap, still very annoyed, and if he doesn’t, you’ll get pissed again. When his eyes go back to yours, you feel a bit of the anger fizzle out, the fire transferring straight to your core, your walls clenching around nothing. You had never seen such an intense look from him and it kind of scared you a bit, but in the best possible way. Before you can think of the consequences-

“If you don’t, I’ll go find someone else-“ Anton nearly growls at that, grabbing you, lifting you, and literally tossing you onto the bed. You land with an oof on your stomach, and you don’t get the chance to roll over before his hands are on your hips, hauling you to the edge of the bed. You squeak when he shoves the shirt, his shirt, up higher, revealing just your panties on underneath. You hear a light thud as he falls to his knees and you gasp loudly, body flinching as he shoves his face against your covered cunt.

“A-Anton-!” You nearly squeak as he breathes in the scent of your arousal, his tongue swiping over your pussy through the fabric of your panties, wetting the rapidly soaking material even more.

“Fuck, you taste good…” He mutters, fingers going to the waistband. With a rough yank, he tears them at the seams to get them off, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin. The slight sting just fuels the fire in your guts he’s rapidly stoking.

“God~!” You gasp, fingers burying into the bedding for some kind of leverage as he mouths at your pussy, tongue swiping through your soaked folds, around your clit and then into your core. Anton groans obscenely as he devours you, fingers tight at the back of your thighs, very likely leaving bruises. But you don’t care, quite the opposite actually. Your orgasm is approaching at the speed of light, and your mind can’t keep up with your body.

“Anton~!” You can’t form the words to warn him, but he can feel your gummy walls clenching around his tongue and he works your through your orgasm and you cum on his tongue. But he doesn’t stop. Your lower half catches on fire from the continued stimulation but even if he knew the overstimulation stung, he probably wouldn’t stop. And you don’t want him to.

“Fuck~!” You gasp, breath leaving you as he suddenly sucks on your clit, shoving two fingers into your cunt. They curl expertly down against your weak spot and your vision spots.

“You taste so good, (Y/N), God I could do this all night…” He mumbles, his voice practically rumbling. Another squeak is forced out of you when he easily manhandles you to flip you onto your back, his arms wrap around your thighs, forcing your legs over his shoulders and he’s back on you. His face and your inner thighs are a mess, but you can barely get the air to breathe, let alone say anything. He sucks and licks at your clit, his long fingers spreading you open, pounding at the rough spot of your back wall, making your thighs and tummy twitch.

“A-Anton-!” You gasp, feeling a familiar but rare feeling rising.

“Cum for me, pretty.” He mutters and it sets you off. Your cunt makes a mess, of the bed, your thighs, his face, spurts of your release that he doesn’t catch with his tongue. You wince as his tongue swipes over your clit again, stinging. You catch your breath as he cleans your inner thighs off with his tongue. Getting the strength to move again, you prop yourself up on your elbows to see him still kneeling there, wiping his face off, then sucking your wet off his fingers.

“A-Anton-“ You blush hard, despite what he just did, the vulgarity of what he was doing and the groans he let out mortified you. When his eyes meet yours again, you feel all of the annoyance leave you and it gets replaced with desire. You obviously knew how attractive he was, you have eyes, but in this moment, he’s the hottest guy you’d ever seen. Almost as if time slows down, your mind goes blank as he finally takes his shirt off, his hands going to his belt to get his pants off too. Sure, you’ve seen him plenty of times shirtless, since he is a swimmer, but it’s different. In this moment, after what he just did to you and the promise of what else is to come, your mouth waters. He gets his belt off, making sure your eyes have moved to his hands as he undoes the button of his jeans.

“Wanna taste?” He asks lowly, his tone deep with lust, something you’ve never heard from him. You nod rapidly. He smirks. As he drops his pants, you scramble off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of him, eyeing the bulge in his boxers as if you were a puppy hungry for a treat. Enthralled, you watch as he hooks his thumbs in the waist band of his underwear, and pulls them off, his hard cock bouncing in the air. Your face falls in a gape, eyes widening.

“Why are you so damn big…?” You mutter, wiggling your jaw a bit at the thought it was going to hurt.

“Either use that pretty mouth or get on the bed.” You look up at him with big eyes, his own were nearly black, the intense expression something you’d never seen on him. It makes your pussy clench. Swallowing hard, you lick your lips and carefully wrap your hand around the base of his cock, fingers not even able to touch. Anton watches with a hooded gaze as you lean in and kiss the head of his cock. Swirling your tongue over the tip, you catch a taste of his pre, and you moan softly, vibrating your lips around him. He grunts and you start to take him into your mouth, sucking and forcing yourself to make more saliva.

“Fuck, (Y/N)~” He groans, fingers weaving into your hair as you take him deeper, drool already dripping down your chin. You bring your other hand up to cover the rest of his cock as he hits the back of your throat and your heart races as you come to terms with the fact he’s hung like a damn horse. You can feel your pulse in your cunt as bob your head, moving your hands to slick over the rest of him and his breathing picks up, fingers pulling at your hair gently. He opens his eyes as he hears you take in a big breath, and one of your hands falls as you take him deeper, gagging slightly as the head starts down your throat.

“Oh, fuck, pretty girl~” He sighs in bliss, grinning as he throws his head back with a nearly orgasmic groan. Your cunt pulses again and you continue to bob your head, partially burying his fat cock down your throat each time. You get just a bit deeper each time till your lips reach your hand. You swallow over and over to try and fight gagging, but do every once in a while. And you keep doing it, because the groan he lets out each time your throat flutters around his cock makes the discomfort worth it. Breathing harshly through your nose, your face and hands, and his cock, are coated in a sheen of your saliva and his pre, a drop of the mix falling to the floor every so often.

“Shit, (Y/N)-“ He grunts, fingers tightening at your hair. His head flops down to watch you suck him like he was candy, chin touching his chest. Your eyes glance up at him and that’s all he needs. You feel his cock twitch a few times before he cums down your throat. You had pulled him out just enough so you could breathe, swallowing down the hot spurts with soft moans to help him ride it out. After he’s finally finished, still half-hard, you pull back and look up at him panting, mouth open for him to see you swallowed it all.

“You okay?” He asks softly, more what you’re used to, and you shake your head, but your smirk prevents him from worrying.

“No~ I need more.” He smirks back and grabs your arm, hauling you up and tossing you on the bed, he crawls over you, looking down at you still in his spare uniform shirt. Your face is a mess and even down your throat a bit.

“Hm… As much as I love you in this shirt, I’m taking it off, because I’m not sure how to clean it if we get it messy~” He grins, the same soft playful look you’re used to from him. You smile back, no longer mad either. You both get the shirt off, leaving you bare under him and his big hand gently runs over your tummy, making you shiver.

“You’re so pretty~” He huffs a soft laugh, and you blush softly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah~” Anton looks back up at your face. Gently, he takes the edge of the sheet on the bed and wipes off your face. The dramatic shift back to his sweet self you’re so used to nearly takes your breath away.

“I’m sorry I kissed that girl… And I’m sorry I got jealous because… I’m sorry, I had no right to get so upset you were just talking to another guy…”

“And I’m sorry I yelled at you…and hit you with flowers…” He huffs a laugh at that, then cups your cheek and jaw in his hand, thumb running over your cheek.

“I love you…” He whispers and your eyes widen a bit, but then your face softens, and you smile back.

“I love you too.” His eyes meet yours and you watch in real time as they darken with lust again and he kisses you hard, tongue already in your mouth as your fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer. He grabs your hips, hands smoothing down your legs, so he can lead you to wrap them around his waist. You do, gasping into the kiss as he grinds his hard cock against your bare pussy, and he groans. As he pulls back from the kiss, a trail of saliva connects your lips, and he grabs your hands. He weaves his fingers through yours and hold your hands up by your head, looking down as he shifts his hips so the head of his dick is pressing at your entrance.

“Do we need a-“

“Do you even have one?”

“…no.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“So I can…?”

“Anton, please, just fuck me-“ Your words are cut off by a harsh gasp, your lungs forcing the air out of you as he starts to press in. Anton’s cock carves a hot path into you, feeling like he’s searing your cunt as he enters, but in the best possible way.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” He breathes harshly too, trying to hold back and not just start to rail you, because he knows he’s big, and knows you have to get used to him. Luckily, earlier, he had fucked you open with his fingers, but you’re still small, especially compared to him.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck-“ You breathe a bit too fast, eyes watering. It stings, burns, it’s good but it’s a lot.

“Breathe, baby, breathe…” He coaches, kissing gently over your face, at the corners of your eyes to kiss away the tears.

“Y-you’re a… damn horse…” You gasp out and he can’t help but huff a laugh, knowing you couldn’t be in too much distress if you were still joking around.

“Maybe you’re just small?” Anton hums, pressing his forehead to yours. He looks down, grunting softly, seeing your slick folds stretched to accommodate his girth, his cock not even all of the way in when he hits your back wall. He’s nearly entranced as he watches your cunt struggle to hit him inside, the feel of your gummy walls twitching around him is addicting.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” He mutters, eyes tracing over what he’s pretty sure is a bulge on your stomach under your belly button.

“T-to split me in half…?” You huff a strained laugh.

“To make you mine…” His sincerity makes you whimper softly, and he hums as your pussy clenches him tighter.

“Tell me when you’re ready, pretty girl.”

“Go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He pulls out just an inch, and it’s like he’s sucking the air out of you, your soaked pussy making obscene noises and he grins.

“You’re so wet~”

“A-Anton, just-“ Your whole body twitches, hips jumping as he thrusts back in, a very shallow but hard thrust. He buries his fat cock all the way inside you then, and he knows for sure your stomach is bulging then, able to see it much clearer.

“You’re so tiny, pretty~” He huffs a laugh, wrapping his arm around your leg. He moves it from his waist and up over his elbow, changing the angle and he thrusts again. Your back arches, the one hand still in his gripping it harder, the other white knuckling the sheets.

“Can you handle it?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Anton, just fuck me.” So he does. He pulls out a little less than halfway, and then back in with a sharp snap of his hips and you immediately feel your orgasm approach. He can feel your walls spasm, remembering the flutter from when you came around his tongue and so he picks up the pace. He barrels through your orgasm and your eyes spark with tears from the intensity, mouth hanging open, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth.

“Anton~!” Your scream is nearly a squeal and your breath heaves as you cum hard, cunt squirting all over his groin this time and he nearly rumbles a groan.

“Oh, baby girl, so good for me~” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses over your skin, sucking and licking every so often. Your mind goes blank when he hitches your other leg over his elbow and picks the pace up, barreling his dick against your back wall. The sloppy sound of your slick cunt squelching and the slapping of skin, mixed with your squeaks and his grunts leave nothing to the imagination if anyone were to walk past the hotel room. Luckily it was past three in the morning, but if anyone was in the room next door, they probably can hear the bed frame knocking against the wall. Your noises start to get louder, especially as you get closer to cumming again, so he swallows your noises in a kiss. The taste and feel of his tongue on yours puts you over the edge again, and he groans at the vice of your wet core. You feel his cock twitch between waves of your orgasm, and he nearly whines as he paints your insides white, a mix of your releases spurting out from around where he’s splitting you open. Anton pulls back from the kiss so you can both catch your breaths, and he grins, pressing his forehead to yours.

“God, I love you so fucking much…” He mumbles and you hum softly, sleepy and satisfied.

“And I loved your fucking so much~” You smirk, and he pulls back to look at you with a slightly exasperated look.

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JAKE WHEN HES JEALOUS AND HE LEAVES A BUNCH OF MARKS ON YOU PUHLEASEEE 🙏🙏

let me in (20cm deeper) - sjy

pairing: jake x reader

synopsis: He wasn’t supposed to care—but one jealous glance, one reckless FaceTime call mid-thrust, and now he’s fucking you like he needs the whole world to know you’re his. ✉️ 2144wc - tw ‼️ jealousy, possessiveness, oral (f receiving), rough sex, marking, face sitting, name kink, phone sex, humiliation, choking (light), degradation, creampie, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!jake

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He wasn’t supposed to care. That was the rule—his own rule. The one he made the first night he kissed you with too much tongue and not enough thought, when the two of you stumbled into your bedroom half-laughing, half-buzzed, and fully aware that this couldn’t mean anything. You were friends. Good friends. He liked your company, liked your voice when you read texts aloud with dumb impressions, liked how you made taking vitamins feel like a shared inside joke instead of a self-imposed regimen. But that was all it was supposed to be.

Until it wasn’t.

It started with something stupid—an Instagram story, of all things. Jake had opened his phone during a water break at the gym, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his shirt when he saw it. A boomerang. You. Smiling. Head tilted toward someone else. A guy. The caption was harmless—he’s so funny lol—but Jake felt his throat tighten.

He made it through the rest of his workout on autopilot, pushing harder than usual, muscles screaming for rest while his thoughts spiraled. You weren’t even doing anything wrong. You weren’t his. He wasn’t yours. But the image played over and over again in his head: you laughing like that at someone else’s jokes, leaning into their shoulder, letting them have the version of you Jake thought was just his for a little while.

And then you texted.

come over later?

i got wine and that ice cream u like 😋

Jake stared at your message for a full five minutes, heart thudding hard against his chest. His first instinct was to say no, to pull back and cool off, to remind himself of his stupid rules about boundaries and keeping things clean. But then he remembered your smile in that photo, how open and easy it looked.

He texted back.

be there in 15

He didn’t take his usual post-gym ginseng shot. Didn’t do his skincare. Didn’t even double-check his weekly checklist of personal goals.

Because suddenly, all Jake could think about was making sure you remembered exactly who you belonged to tonight.

You open the door barefoot and braless, wearing one of those oversized shirts that barely covers your thighs—probably on purpose. Jake knows you. You’re not oblivious. You know exactly what you do to him when you act like this: all casual and sweet and soft, like you’re not the same person who had their head on someone else’s shoulder earlier.

“Hey,” you say like nothing happened, already turning back toward the kitchen. “I opened the red. Wanna pour?”

He follows silently, eyes on the curve of your legs as you walk. There’s music playing—something soft and lazy—and he realizes it’s the kind of song people play on dates. Candlelight flickers on the counter. You always keep it cozy when he comes over, but tonight it feels too intentional. Too romantic.

He wonders if the other guy saw you like this.

Jake doesn’t say much as you hand him a glass of wine. He doesn’t joke around like he usually does. He just leans against the counter, swirling the drink, pretending not to watch the way you sip yours with a slight smirk.

“So,” you start, licking a drop of wine from your lip, “what’s with the face? You look like you benched your personal best and didn’t get praised for it.”

His jaw ticks. “Saw your story.”

Your brows lift. “What, the one with Yena’s party?”

Jake hums, gaze dropping to your bare thighs. “Yeah. That one.”

You lean a little closer, head tilting. “He’s just a friend, Jake. You jealous or something?”

There it is. The spark. The dangerous one.

Jake sets his wine down with a quiet clink. “No,” he lies, voice low and clipped. “Just curious why he’s got you laughing like that. I don’t remember you looking that happy the last time I made you come.”

The air thickens. Your smile falters for half a second, like you weren’t expecting him to be that blunt. Then it returns—slow, calculated. You set your wine down too, stepping between his legs where he leans against the counter.

“You could fix that,” you whisper. “If you want.”

Jake stares at you for a long, long moment. Every disciplined bone in his body screams at him to slow down, to play it cool, to not let you see how tightly he’s wound. But you’re close now. Too close. And your skin smells like warm sugar and sin.

And in this moment, with your mouth inches from his and your thigh brushing his jeans—Jake doesn’t want to be responsible. He just wants you wrecked and shaking, begging for the man you almost forgot was yours.

Jake doesn’t kiss you gently. He crashes into you like a dam finally bursting, months of restraint swept away in one hard press of his mouth. His hands find your waist, then your hips, then the backs of your thighs as he lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. The wine glasses clink behind you, forgotten. Your shirt rides up, and Jake’s lips never leave yours—just grow hungrier, messier, more desperate.

“You drive me insane,” he murmurs against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, biting harder with each inch. “Walking around like this… smiling like that… for someone else.”

Your breath catches when his teeth graze the base of your neck. “He didn’t even—”

“Don’t care,” Jake growls, already sucking a bruise into the hollow of your throat. “You’re mine when I’m here. You get that?”

You nod, already breathless, already aching. His hands slip beneath your shirt—warm, rough, and intent—and you gasp when he pulls it over your head in one smooth motion. He doesn’t give you time to feel shy. Doesn’t even pause.

Instead, his mouth is everywhere at once—on your collarbone, between your breasts, down your stomach. Each kiss is matched with a mark. Sharp nips that bloom into bruises. His tongue soothes them after, but it’s all part of the same rhythm: claim, soothe, repeat.

“Jake,” you whimper, squirming as he pulls your thighs apart with an easy grip. “You’re being—”

“Thorough,” he finishes, looking up at you from between your legs, eyes dark with jealousy and heat. “You let someone else make you laugh. I’m gonna remind you who makes you scream.”

And then his mouth is on you. Hot, focused, relentless. You grab at his hair, already trembling from how fast he has you unraveling—but he doesn’t stop. His grip tightens on your hips when you try to close your thighs. He growls against you when you arch your back. And when your voice cracks on his name, he moans like he’s starving for the sound.

By the time he pulls away, your thighs are shaking, your breath ragged. His chin glistens and his shirt is wrinkled from how hard you clung to him. And you’re already marked—neck, chest, thighs. Painted in him.

Your legs are still shaking when he stands back up, hands splayed on your thighs, eyes dark and heavy-lidded as they rake over your flushed skin. You expect him to kiss you again, but he doesn’t—not right away. Instead, he just looks at you for a second. Really looks. Like he’s memorizing the sight of you—lips parted, chest rising, already marked all over with proof of him. Then he breathes out hard and reaches down to undo his belt.

The sound of it slipping through the loops is enough to make your stomach flutter.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough, his cock already hard and leaking. “Not until I’m done.”

You barely have time to nod before he’s pulling you to the edge of the counter, lining himself up between your thighs. One hand grabs your waist—firm, possessive—the other wraps around the back of your neck, keeping your face close to his.

“Look at me,” he whispers, pushing in slow. “Every second of this.”

You cry out, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as he stretches you. You’ve done this before—more than once—but it still knocks the air from your lungs. He’s thick, and he knows it, knows exactly how to make it burn just a little, how to pause halfway in so you feel every inch. Your walls flutter around him, body struggling to take it.

“Too much?” Jake’s voice is low but strained, jaw clenched as he waits. You nod and whimper, biting your lip, and he dips forward to kiss your temple, whispering, “You’ve got it. I’ve got you. You can take it.”

He pushes the rest of the way in and holds himself there, buried deep, letting you cling to him while your body adjusts. When you moan into his neck, hips twitching, Jake groans low in his throat.

“You feel so good like this,” he growls, voice roughened by restraint. “Tight… soft… mine.”

Then he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts that make the counter creak beneath you. His grip stays locked on your waist as he sets a pace that has your head falling back, cries tumbling from your lips with each push. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the kitchen, messy and raw, and Jake just keeps going—driving into you like he’s making a point.

“You don’t need anyone else,” he breathes into your ear. “I give you everything you need, don’t I?”

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp.

“Say it.”

“You do, Jake—fuck—only you.”

That pulls a growl from his chest. His mouth is back on your neck, tongue and teeth working over fresh skin, leaving new bruises over the ones that haven’t faded yet.

And when he comes—deep inside you, buried to the hilt—he doesn’t stop whispering your name like it’s a promise.

You’re already wrecked. Your cheek sticks to the counter, lips swollen from biting down on them, and your thighs shake every time Jake thrusts back into you. He hasn’t let up—not even a little—his cock buried deep, stretching you over and over with a punishing rhythm that’s more about proving something than just pleasure. And it’s working. You’re dripping. Whimpering. Ruined.

Then you feel the shift. Jake leans forward, still fucking into you, and you hear the soft beep of your phone unlocking.

“What are you doing?” you manage to whisper, voice broken, barely hanging on.

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to. Because a second later, the FaceTime ring starts, loud and clear, vibrating right on the counter next to your face.

Your eyes snap open. “Jake, no—”

“Too late,” he grits, one hand curling around your hip, the other holding the phone up high enough to show everything. “He wanted your attention, didn’t he? Let’s give it to him.”

The screen flashes—connected.

And there he is. The guy from the night before. Confused, then wide-eyed, horrified.

Jake doesn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he slows down just a little, dragging each movement out, your slickness obscene in the quiet between the heavy sound of skin and your shaky moans.

“She’s a little busy right now,” Jake says, voice low and smug. “Thought you’d want to see what that laugh of hers really sounds like when it’s real.”

The guy stammers. “What the fuck—“

“Say hi, baby,” Jake murmurs, grabbing your jaw and angling your face toward the screen.

You don’t speak, but the moan that spills from your lips as he hits your spot again—that says enough.

Jake tilts the phone lower, angling it to show your trembling legs, the marks he’s left all over your skin, the way your body clings to him with every thrust. “You watching? You get it now?”

You swear you see him end the call out of panic—or maybe disgust. Either way, Jake tosses the phone aside the second the screen goes dark. His hand is back on your hip in a flash, grip brutal now as he fucks into you harder.

“Mine,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”

And this time when you cum, it’s not from his hands or his mouth or even his words.

It’s the thrill of being seen.

You wake up slow, your limbs heavy and sore, skin warm under the covers. The sunlight leaking in through the blinds feels too bright, too real, like it has no business touching a body that still belongs to the night before.

Your throat’s dry, your thighs ache, and every small movement reminds you of exactly where his hands were—how many times he pulled you apart and put you back together. You shift with a soft whimper, the soreness between your legs blooming deeper, and instinctively tug the blanket tighter around your chest.

That’s when you see it.

The marks.

Everywhere.

Faint bruises along your hips, scattered bites on your thighs, faded red fingerprints at your waist. There’s one on your collarbone, dark and angry, shaped like his mouth. And on your inner thigh, dangerously close to somewhere far more sensitive, his name. Sloppily written in deep purple hickeys.

You press your legs together and bite your lip, heart stuttering as the memory floods in—Jake’s voice, low and angry; his pace, rough and punishing; the look on his face when he hung up that FaceTime call like he had won something.

Because he had.

You hear him before you see him—soft footsteps, the clink of something ceramic. And then the door creaks open.

Jake steps in with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and a mug in each hand. He’s wearing only sweats, slung low on his hips, and his chest still has faint scratch marks from your nails. When he sees you awake, he grins—sleepy, soft, like he didn’t completely ruin you just a few hours ago.

“Mornin’,” he says, offering a mug. “You’re gonna need water too. You passed out right after…”

You take the drink without answering, eyes still locked on the hickeys.

He notices.

Jake sets his mug down, comes to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers brushing over your thigh. “Sorry,” he murmurs, sounding not sorry at all. “Got a little carried away.”

You glare at him half-heartedly. “You FaceTimed him.”

His smirk is immediate. “And he answered.”

You groan, covering your face. “Jake.”

“Hey,” he says gently, prying your hands away. His thumb grazes your cheek. “He needed to see it. I needed him to see it.”

You don’t respond. You don’t need to. Because when Jake leans down and kisses the mark on your neck like it’s sacred—when his lips brush over bruised skin like he’s trying to apologize without saying the words—you realize something else:

It’s not just about jealousy.

It’s about you.

You, and how he’s terrified of losing what you are—even if it means making the whole damn world watch him prove it.

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anton's random scenarios

anton carrying their relationship in everyday life, how it would be? the day to day, his hugs, his shyness attacks, among other things...

not much to say... just that I love him too much and that he inspires me to write beautiful things :')

⋆when you make him jealous without realizing it

anton isn't the type to make a scene, but when he's jealous… it's all too obvious.

you're talking about an actor you think is cute and suddenly he stops eating and looks at you with a frown.

“do you really like him that much?”

you, not noticing anything: “well, yes, he's attractive.”

he nods slowly, but his jaw tenses and he starts playing with his hands, clearly uncomfortable.

“well… i guess it's okay.” he says, but no longer touches his food.

and you notice and explode with tenderness because he DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HIDE IT.

"anton, are you jealous?”

“no, not at all.”

but his gaze drops, his little face looks sad and YOU FEEL THE WORST FOR MAKING THIS BABY SUFFER😭💘

so you hug him and say, “you're the only one i like”

and in a second his expression changes, he lights up and smiles happily, like he was never jealous in the first place.

⋆ when you say “i love you” for the first time.

anton is one of those who feels a lot, but doesn't quite know how to express it.

so when you say “i love you” to him first, he's shocked. literally, his eyes get big, his mouth opens just a little bit and he doesn't know what to do.

“what… what did you say?” he asks, as if he needs to make sure he heard you right.

“i love you, silly.” you repeat, laughing.

and there you have it, all red, with a huge grin but not knowing how to react.

finally, after a few seconds of mental collapse, he just hugs you tight and buries his face in your neck.

“i love you too… very much.” he murmurs, and his voice trembles a little bit because he really feels it.

and you there, knowing that this is the best moment of your life.

⋆when he sings you a song that he wrote for you.

anton doesn't tell you directly, but every time he composes something, he does it with you in mind.

one day, you're listening to a new tune he's playing on his guitar, and you're struck by how beautiful it is.

“what's it called?” you ask.

he hesitates a bit and scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous.

“it doesn't have a name yet…”

but then you notice that the lyrics describe things that have happened between you: the way you laugh, the way you look at him, the moments you've shared.

“anton… is it about me?”

and he, already completely red, just lowers his head and mumbles:

“maybe.”

AND YOU THERE, WANTING TO CRY BECAUSE THIS MAN LOVES YOU TOO MUCH.

⋆when he hugs you in the early morning because he is afraid of losing you.

it's an ordinary night, you're lying together, when suddenly anton moves and hugs you tighter than usual.

“anton? is something wrong?” you ask, sleepily.

he sighs and buries his face in your hair, as if he needs to feel you closer.

“nothing… i just dreamed i lost you.” he murmurs.

his voice sounds soft, vulnerable, as if he has really felt that fear in his heart.

so you stroke his hair and tell him you'll never leave.

and he hugs you even tighter, saying nothing, but his breathing gets calmer little by little.

because anton loves you too much to imagine a life without you.

⋆when he gets tender without realizing it.

you're in a cafe, each of you in your own world, you on your phone and him reading something on his laptop.

but suddenly, for no apparent reason, Anton leans over and gently kisses your forehead.

you look at him, surprised.

“what was that for?” you ask.

he shrugs with a shy smile.

“i don't know… i just felt like it.”

AND THAT'S IT. YOU'RE GONE. THERE'S NO WAY BACK

⋆when he gives you his sweatshirt and it smells like him.

you're cold and anton, without a second thought, takes off his sweatshirt and puts it on you.

“here, i don't want you to get sick.”

the sweatshirt is huge, warm and smells like him.

You hug it and say, “smells good.”

and anton, laughing nervously, “of course, it smells like me.”

and you can only think about how it's possible for someone to be so PERFECT.

⋆when you fall in love more than you thought you would.

one day, anton is quietly watching you while you're talking excitedly about something.

you don't even realize it, but he's there, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

until he suddenly sighs and says, softly:

“god… i'm really in love with you.”

and you there, stopping dead in your tracks because YOU DIDN'T EXPECT IT.

“anton?”

he laughs, a little embarrassed, but takes your hand and squeezes it gently.

“nothing… just sometimes I can't believe you're mine.”

AND THEN YOU DIE. BECAUSE ANTON, PLEASE LET US BREATHE.

anton is the most precious, tender and perfect boyfriend that can exist.

he's effortlessly detailed.

his jealousy is the cutest thing in the world.

he looks at you like you're the best thing that ever happened to him.

and on top of that he is a NATURAL ROMANTIC.

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ㅤㅤ( SJY. )ㅤㅤ✶ㅤㅤWINTER BLANKETS

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽

SOMAR𝒊O ─── winter cuddles and confessionsㅤ엔하이픈 제이크 𝐱 𝑓. readerㅤ✉️ㅤwc. 678ㅤ✶ㅤcareful ! ㅤskinship, kissing, petnames/ nicknames

ㅤ💭 . dressing cute in cold weather is so difficult 😖

downbadbsf!jake who can't get enough of your cuddles in winter and uses your frame melted against his to his advantage to confess his feelings to you.

Switching off the last of the lights on in the house, you sauntered into his bedroom, finding him already in bed meeting you with a grin. “Did you find a show yet?” Entering into the thick blankets, you quickly warmed yourself up against his body, feeling his arms close up around your waist.

Pressing his head into the crook of your neck, you giggled from the sensation of his hair tickling your collarbone. Satisfied to hear laughter vibrate from your throat, he moved his chin to rest where his forehead was, breathing heavily. Still recovering from your fits of giggles, you felt his hand ascend into your shirt, drawing circles on your bare skin.

“Let me warm you up first.” He replied, tangling his legs in yours, continuing his soft motion on your stomach. Feeling comfortable, you breathed heavily and heard him do the same. “What are you thinking about?” You asked, breaking the pause of silence.

“You.” His hot breath warmed your ear as he spoke, lips brushing the shell of your ear. Letting a light breath escape your mouth, you unconsciously shivered against him from the sensation. “About what?” Hoping that he wouldn’t notice your unusual reaction to his action, you responded, making a mental note to stop Jake from giving you back hugs in the future.

“About how to tell you how much I like you.” Trying to regulate your emotions, you bit back your smile. “Now’s a good time.” Sounding as nonchalant as possible, you answered, knowing without even looking at him that his lips pulled into a grin.

“For starters, I’ve liked you since middle school with your crazy pigtails and bad spelling mistakes.” He began, noticing you try to hold back your grin as much as possible. “I especially liked the way you spied on the music room to wait for me to finish practice and acted like you weren’t waiting for an hour.”

Humming to show that you were still awake, he continued. “I love how pretty you look when putting on your lip gloss, puckering your lips to the mirror.” Shifting in the blanket, he hummed thoughtfully. “I’ve never wanted to kiss something off that much.”

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you squirmed a little, doing your best to remain unbothered. “I love falling asleep next to you and knowing that you’re going to be right in my arms when I wake up.” Biting his lips to stop them from pressing against your neck, he added. “Even though you snore a lot at night.”

Finally breaking into a smile, you elbowed him lightly. “Shut up.” Laughing at your defence, he moved you onto your back, raising himself unto his elbows to see your face properly. “Are you done now?” You asked, meeting his smiling eyes.

Grinning down at you, he replied. “Not unless you don’t want to sleep tonight.” Moving his hand to your hair, he gently brushed away the hair on your forehead. “Then as my girlfriend, do you give me permission to kiss you?”

Humming thoughtfully, you feigned a confused expression. “I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend.” Watching his expression turn thoughtful as well, he looked down at you, meeting you with a teasing grin.

In a swift movement, he moved his hands against your stomach, causing you to burst out into fits of giggles. Tapping his hand, you repeated between laughter. “I give up. You win.” Laughing in his victory, he watched you recover, panting excessively from the lack of air.

After patiently watching your breathing patterns regulate, he flashed you his perfect grin. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Reaching your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, you pulled him closer to you. “Absolutely.” Leaning in and pressing your lips onto his, you felt him smile into the kiss, feeling warmer than ever with his lips on yours under the heavy blankets.

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BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND SJY smau

that awkward moment when your crush thinks you're dating your best friend

brothers bff!jake x gn!reader

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your instagram story w/ bf!anton

this is my first post so I really don't know how to do this😔🥀 this is low-key boring but hope u guys enjoy...

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

thinking about the way Jake absolutely abuses the name sweetheart. it doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re with, the name engraves itself in his mind from the first time he calls you it, slipping from his lips ever so casually you almost miss it.

“can you grab me a shirt, sweetheart?”

it stiffens your frame, making you turn to him with wide eyes. Now you’re viewing him entirely, shirtless with his sweatpants hung low around his waist. you swallow a hitched breath, unaware of what to be more overwhelmed by. The fact that he’s so comfortably exposed to you, or that he’s caressed you with just his words alone. He stutters at your gaze, lifting his hand to scratch behind his ear awkwardly. “Sorry, it just felt right.”

you grab one of his T-shirts from his drawer, approaching him with half a coy smile to hide your fluster. You take the chance to wrap your arms around his neck, lightly playing with his hair. Instinctively his hands find your waist, and it’s hard not to collapse at the way his thumbs run circles to your sides. “Can you call me that again?”

“sweetheart?” He asks curiously, even though he knows exactly what you’re talking about. One hand traces up your back as he ponders for a second, looking back and fourth between your eyes. He gives you the sweetest smile, before his lips find yours in a swift kiss.

“I don’t plan on ever stopping.”

months pass, and sweetheart has seemingly settled as your new name. his friends and family understand, they know it can’t be helped, because when he looks at you he can barely think straight. And god forbid you look at him? It’s like his heart is taken right out of his chest, held by you, and then put back in to resurrect him. Sometimes sweetheart is quite literally the only thought turning in his mind, the idea of you pondering in his head every hour of the day. It perfectly captures all that he loves you for. It has its endearing moments, its flirtatious advances, and savors every moment you two share together. Jake won’t use that term for anything else, even if he tried. You’ll always be his sweetheart.

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♡ love making

anton x fem bodied reader || wc: 2.3k .ᐟ soft, sickeningly sweet and lovey dovey smut, my attempt at being poetic?, anton adores you, body worship!!, oral(f), unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, hardly any dialogue my bad .ᐟ ๋ ࣭ ⭑an: don't mind me plagiarizing myself i just had to get the anton brainworms out today, hope you think it suits him too 🙂‍↕️

you closed your eyes, head tilted back slightly as you lay under him, his fingertips electric as they trailed from your collarbone down your arm to clasp your hands together. his erection was heavy against your core as he touched you adoringly. his lips placed feather light kisses across your throat, each one sparking more desire than the last. anton's heart raced at the feeling of your pulse fluttering beneath his lips, the heartbeat that lulled him.

his other hand danced along your shoulder, down your side to your hip, mapping the outline of your body. he reveled in the feeling of your soft skin, every inch was holy ground to him.

your breath hitched as his lips traveled down your flushed neck and chest until they reached the swell of your breast. eyes trained on your blissful expression he breathed out a heavy exhale against your sensitive flesh, your nipples hardening from his proximity alone. his tongue darted out to taste you, circling your bud gently. your body shuddered from the sensation, alighting every nerve. he watched your face in awe, drawing your nipple into his mouth to suck at the tender peak while his fingers delicately traced the other one.

his lips continued their journey south, leaving goosebumps in their wake, a blazing trail of the need burning between the two of you. his kisses were soft and lingering against your skin, not marking it as his own but rather praising it, painting his devotion over it. his hand caressed its way up your inner thigh as his lips peppered your torso to your navel, fingers brushing patterns achingly close to where you needed them most. his touch ignited sparks through your skin, making your core clench in anticipation. each passing moment stretched the ache inside you tauter. your body stung for his touch, for the relief only he could provide.

he paused momentarily at the apex of your thighs, breathing deeply, inhaling your intoxicating scent. your eyes fluttered open to meet his, pools of desire swirling in their depths. he looked up at you, pleading silently for permission to take you further, to lose himself completely within you.

with your small nod, he spread your legs gently, positioning his head between them. he looked up at you once more, the adoration burning in his eyes undeniable and his breath hot against your most intimate area. he gazed upon your slick, glistening entrance, the evidence of your arousal sending him wild. your breath caught in your throat as he finally made contact with your heat, spreading your folds with delicate fingers. leaning in slowly he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your clit, coaxing a heavy breath from you. anton licked a slow stripe up your slit, savoring your taste and the way your body responded to him. he watched, entranced by your expression as his tongue continued to explore every fold and crevice of your core, leaving no part unattended.

his eyes fluttered closed as he felt your fingers rake through his hair. he moaned appreciatively against your sex, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure. lost in your taste and scent he gave himself over to your core, his only reason for being to bring you untold bliss.

he lapped at you tentatively at first then with increasing fervor, lavishing you with equal parts tenderness and hunger. his tongue delved inside you, thrusting and swirling. you moaned his name breathlessly as he expertly ate you like his life depended on it. his nose nudging against your clit as he made love to you with his mouth had you nearing release quickly, your thighs quivering as you gripped his hair tight.

a finger joined his tongue, ghosting your entrance before thrusting shallowly as he focused his attention back on your swollen bundle of nerves. your moans were liquid gold, urging him to take you higher, to bring you undone.

"closeclose an-antonngh" you pulled on his hair as your thighs threatened to close round his head, eliciting a low moan from him. he felt your body begin to tighten, the telltale signs of your impending climax so he doubled his efforts, sucking your clit between his lips while pumping his finger deeper. he drank in every gasp, every whimper of his name like he was hearing it for the first time. " 'ton 'm gonna" hearing the desperation in your voice almost had his own eyes rolling back. your body sang for him and he'd never be able to show his gratitude enough so this would have to do. your hips bucked wildly against his face as the coil in you threatened to snap. as your walls fluttered around his digit he knew you were on the brink. he licked and sucked with reckless abandon and plunged another finger in alongside the first, curling them in expert fashion.

crying out, your back arched off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the intensity. waves of ecstasy rippled through your trembling form as you clutched desperately to anton's head and the sheets under you.

he stayed with you through it all, riding out your climax with you, determined to pull out every last spasm of pleasure. he held your hips steady, keeping you grounded through the storm of sensations. he gentled his touch as you came down, his tongue lingering lazily, drinking in every aftershock that rocked through you and cleaning you up. he gazed up at you with adoring eyes, his face flushed with pride and satisfaction that he could be of service to you in this way. he was honored to be able to witness the spectacle that you were.

he crawled up your body, pressing tender kisses to your slick skin as he went. he brushed some tussled hair from your forehead before placing a gentle peck there as he listened to your deep breaths. he stroked your cheek as he gazed down at you before capturing your lips with his own.

you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as you deepened the kiss, your tongues entwining in a sensual dance. you arched into him, craving more of him against you. your hands roamed greedily over his back as you pulled him closer. your hips lifted instinctively seeking friction against his hardness. the ache between your legs was already building again, craving the fullness only he could provide.

breaking the kiss you looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes, voice husky with need "toni please" you panted against his lips, the plea barely audible over the pounding in your chest. he hung on your every word, eager to give you whatever you asked of him.

his heart stuttered at your whisper, he wanted nothing more than to fill you and be buried deep within you, this was the closest he could get to being connected with you fully and his head dizzied with need. he lifted one of your hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to the back of it before reaching down to align himself with your heat.

his cock throbbed painfully, precum leaking onto your slick petals, a sign of how much he yearned for you. your hands squeezed his shoulders, heart rate quickening as you felt the head of him smooth over your folds, mixing both your arousal. he always drew it out for the both of you, touching you was his own personal ritual.

you let out a small desperate noise as you felt the tip prodding at your entrance. he paused, holding himself there for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath him. the way your breasts rose with each breath, the flush of desire on your skin, the way your thighs parted to welcome him in. it was a vision carved into his soul.

anton pressed his forehead to yours, inhaling deeply as if trying to breath you in completely. he slowly pushed forward, the pressure of his intrusion forcing a moan from you. he groaned at the feeling of you enveloping him, savouring your warmth inch by inch. he lifted your leg so tenderly upon his hip as he pushed into you, both of you sighing in contentment against each other's lips.

once fully inside he stilled, allowing both of you to adjust, relishing in your slick walls gripping him tightly. you exhaled shakily as he filled you, stretching you deliciously wide. then he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before sliding back in, setting a slow deliberate rhythm. breath mingling as he poured every ounce of his affection into his unhurried pace.

his hands caressed every inch of exposed skin he could reach as he moved within you. he captured your lips in a searing desperate kiss, conveying without words the depth of his feelings. his pace remained steady despite the urge to increase it, determined to draw out your pleasure for as long as he could.

every movement was deliberate with the knowledge that he was joining with you in the most sacred way possible. your nails raked down his back as you clung to him, pulling him impossibly closer and meeting his hips with your own. the sounds of your shared moans were muffled by your breathless kisses, drowning in each other.

he angled his hips slightly searching for that spot that would make you see stars. the higher pitch of your moans indicating he'd found it spurred him on. he aimed for it with every roll, hitting it dead on with each stroke. every thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through the both of you, tensing your core around him. you could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, the coil in your stomach tightening with every perfect drag of his cock along your walls. one hand slid under your body to grip your ass, tilting you to take him deeper. the new angle had him rubbing directly against that spot, making you cry out for him. your head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut as you lost yourself to the sensations.

anton dipped his head to attach his lips to your exposed neck, only adding to the dizzying sensations as he muttered words of love and longing against your flesh. his teeth grazed your pulse point, not biting but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you steady as he drove into you with increased urgency.

a strangled moan escaped your throat and your hands fisted in his hair as he overwhelmed your nerves. "f-faster please" the desperate shake in your heavenly voice shattered what little restraint he had. he complied, leaning up, supporting himself with his arms either side of your head. his eyes dragged over your stunning form beneath him finding salvation in your curves. he met your eyes, the raw emotion reflected back at him. seeing the pleasure etched across your face as he thrust drove him to give you more.

he brought your leg up, resting your calf on his shoulder before his hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, driven by the need to make you feel everything he could give, to show you how much you meant to him. with each thrust faster and deeper than the last he uttered your name like an incantation between feverish kisses to your leg. his abs flexed with each forceful push as sweat gathered on his skin. he watched your every twitch, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he chased your pleasure with single minded determination.

your moans grew louder and more frantic as he pistoned into you. you could feel your release fast approaching as your walls clenched around him, threatening to finish him off first. he was so close. the sight and sound of you was too much and he had to hold his breath in an attempt to hold off his own release.

as he sensed you nearing your high, he reached between your bodies, deft fingers finding your clit without hesitation and applying mind numbing pressure. he knew exactly how to work you like he'd studied you for years. his touch was sure and relentless, coaxing your body to the edge quicker than your brain could comprehend. his fingers and pace were unwavering until finally your back bowed off the bed.

your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your orgasm was ripped out of you, hitting you like a train. your walls clamping down on anton's length tripped his own orgasm and with a low moan of your name he followed you over the edge, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside of you.

he collapsed on top of you, face buried in your neck as he rode out your high with you, prolonging your bliss as he stayed twitching inside your painted walls.you wrapped your arms around him possessively, legs still trembling from the intensity of your climax. it seemed to go on forever, wave after wave washing through your senses until you were spent and boneless under him. you lay there panting harshly, basking in the afterglow, drunk on endorphins and sated lust. you marveled in the weight of him on top of you, the intimate connection still pulsing between you. he nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the sweat dampened skin as he too basked in the residual sparks of pleasure.

as your breathing evened out and a comfortable silence fell, he lifted himself, shaky and overcome with emotion. he hovered over you, gazing at your face reverently. his hand caressed your cheek, thumb stroking soothingly as his eyes glazed over. every action was an offering of him, a silent vow of undying love. every kiss crafted with a fraction of himself. every touch, every gaze a confession of guilt, asking for forgiveness for everything he's ever done and will do, praying to you, your voice absolving him. he cradled your heart in his hands as you did with his.

he leaned in close, warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he breathed heavily

"i love you"

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