#anton fluff

[atzhrts]

can you write something abou morning cuddles with anton 🥺🥺🥺 with lots of kisses too 😔

oh he’s so soft, sleeping in until the sun wakes the two of you. your head on his bicep as he hugs you close to his chest, antons own head buried in the crook of your neck as he feels you shift in his arms. he lets out a small hum, slowly waking up from the way your hair tickles his face, pressing a small kiss against the top of your head.

“are you awake?” anton whispers, nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head before he gently turns you in his arms, his lips meeting your forehead. his right arm wraps around you , pulling you as close to him as possible and tangling his legs with yours, a small giggle leaving his lips when your cold feet hit his shin.

“did you sleep well?” your boyfriend asks before pressing a small kiss against the tip of your nose, a smile decorating his face when he notices the way you scrunch your nose. it may take some time to convince you to let him kiss you, claiming he doesn’t care if you have morning breath as he presses kisses all over your soft skin before finally meeting your lips.

[antonology]

— DIVE IN

pairing: nonidol au! swimmer bf! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.5k (lowercase intended)

synopsis: you decide you want to swim with your boyfriend anton this weekend. the problem? you can’t swim. so anton makes it his responsibility to teach you.

“i don’t think this is a good idea.”

the weekends were always you and your boyfriend’s, anton, quality time days. you were feeling ambitious this week following your accomplishments. you had just finished exams, managed to keep your high gpa, and even became president of the photography club. this ambitiousness carried through the week, and it wasn’t until friday evening that you had texted anton you wanted to go swimming.

you didn’t know how to swim.

or at least, swim like he did.

where anton was practically a professional, the last time you were in water, you had managed to step into the shallow side of the pool before plummeting down and swallowing a mouthful of pool water right in front of him. you vowed to yourself you would never engage in swimming ever again to save yourself from embarrassment.

but here you were, standing at the edge of the pool on a sunny saturday afternoon, about to do exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t. you regretted your idea immediately. the sun reflected against the clear water, causing the wavelike motions to appear like shiny sparkly waves.

anton was already one step down into the pool, his hand holding yours. his eyes shone with amusement as he turned to look at you, quirking an eyebrow “you said you wanted to swim”

“i know but…” you trailed off. without even realizing, your hands began to tremble.

a gentle smile formed on his lips, intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing your hand up to his lips. he placed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his lips lingering for a few mere seconds before turning to fully face you. he reached his free hand towards yours, holding both of your hands in his. “i’ll be with you every step of the way, y/n. and if you decide you want to stop, we can stop” he says, his voice soft and light as a feather. anton was never one to push you to do things, always letting you go at your own pace, and that always put you at ease. especially at times like this. the tremble in your hands disappeared as you nodded your head slowly.

he began to take steps down into the pool, his eyes never leaving you as his hands guided you, keeping a firm grip to hold you steady. you followed his lead as your eyes glued to your feet, watching them become submerged into the water. you were slow, taking one step at a time, but he never pushed. simply watched and supported. it wasn’t long until your feet were planted on the bottom of the pool, the water just above your chest.

“you did it” anton whispered, a smile on his lips as he squeezed your hands, a gentle reminder that he was still there with you.

feeling more reassured, you tilted your head to look up at your boyfriend, leaning on your tippy toes to plant a small kiss onto his lips. he responded immediately, kissing your lips tenderly and gently. the kiss was brief and short, but it still made your heart flutter nonetheless.

“can i watch you swim?” you asked, your shoulders visibly perking in excitement. you were always mesmerized at how good anton was when it came to swimming. you would never get tired of watching him in the water. he laughed and nodded his head, taking a step back cautiously and warily “are you sure you’re okay if i let go?” he asked, referring to your hands intertwined together.

“i’m okay, i just wanna see you swim”

without having to ask again, his stance shifted. where he was once standing tall in the shallow waters he was now floating on the water's surface. he began to kick his feet, his face in the water as his arms moved in long, big strokes. you watched with wide eyes, taking in the perfect form and sharp angles his body created. his muscles rippled and you couldn’t help but ogle at them despite seeing them a thousand times. he swam effortlessly to the opposite end of the pool, curling his body inwards and spinning. you gasped as he planted his feet to the pool wall before kicking off, swimming back to you.

he stood up in the pool, water dripping down his entire body from head to toe. his hair curly and strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the water. he gasped for air, rubbing his hands against his face to wipe the water away, his chest rising up and down rapidly. you, so in awe, could do nothing but look at him with those same wide eyes.

and then you clapped.

anton shook his head, water flinging and flying from his hair as he laughed, his muscled arms coming around your waist and tugging you flush to his chest.

“watching you swim is so beautiful, it’s like a piece of art” you said, your arms looping around his neck. “cheesy much” he joked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“teach me” you whispered, unraveling your arms around his neck. he didn’t hesitate to agree.

his hand pressed flat against your stomach as he helped you lie straight on the waters surface, similar to him a few minutes ago.

“kick your feet-“

anton was cut off by water splashing onto his face from the force of your feet coming in contact with the water, your miserable attempt at kicking. he sputtered out and tilted his head back, placing a hand on the back of your calves “slowly. you wanna make small little splashes” he said, shifting his hand to guide your feet in a kicking motion that wasn’t as strong, but strong enough to cause small splashes.

“you’re doing great y/n” he whispered, but you were too focused on kicking your feet to see the proud smile he had on his face.

“how do i move my arms like you did?” you asked as you began to move both arms in long strokes, arms splashing against the water. anton stepped towards your front, now standing in front of you as he watched you stroke “imagine my palms are targets and you’re trying to hit them. but keep kicking your feet just like that, you’re doing so good” he said, placing his hands palm up on the surface of the water.

you did as you were told, eyes glued to his palms, arms stroking one after the other. your palms gently coming into contact, high fiving him as you attempted to move both your arms while continuously kicking. suddenly, you couldn’t feel his palms anymore, and it was because anton had taken a few steps back. his hands were still outstretched, preparing to catch you if anything happened “try swimming to me” he said softly, his tone gentle and urging.

you held your breath, body already aching from all the movements. you weren’t used to moving like this, let alone in a body of water. you began to move, successfully swimming towards him, a slight feeling of confidence and excitement blooming inside of you. however, those feelings plummeted quickly as you felt yourself being submerged in water, no longer swimming towards anton, but going underwater instead despite following his instructions.

he was quick to hold you up before you could get a face full of water, his grin wide, showing off his pearly whites as he cupped your cheeks “did you see yourself? you did it! you were swimming!”

“but i didn’t even reach you” you clutched onto his forearms, feeling his muscles beneath your palm, a small pout forming onto your lips as your eyes connected with his.

anton didn’t care, he had seen how hard you tried, how much you accomplished, and he was fully prepared to cheer you on. he squished your cheeks gently, causing your pouty lips to pout even more “and? y/n that was amazing. you were swimming! it doesn’t how far you went, you did it” he said, his voice laced with a hint of awe and wonder. his boasting made you feel better almost instantly, your pout forming into a smile. but not before he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

the kiss was slow and gentle, his lips moving against yours in perfect sync. your lips pulled apart and touched again at the same time, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. when he pulled away, his wide grin had replastered itself onto his face “wanna go again?”

“i think i‘m good for the day. that was a lot for me” you said, holding up a hand to interject as you shook your head.

he nodded, shaking his head and placing his hands on your hips. he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he spoke, “okay, that’s okay. want me to make you iced coffee?”

“and chocolate covered strawberries?”

“and chocolate covered strawberries.”

“okay, deal!” you said excitedly.

anton’s grip tightened on your hips as he easily picked you up in the water, throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a squeal as you came face to face with his back, gently pounding your fist on his back “hey!” you shouted.

but anton didn’t put you down as he carried you out of the pool.

“let’s get out of here”

[fleurliz]

𝑅aison 𝒟´𝐞tre

bf!anton x f!r  𓂃⋆.˚   fluff, comfort   ──────✿  ❕ nothing only fluff     

You don’t even remember what triggered it — just that the day was heavy and everything felt too loud, too fast, too much. You’re curled up in the corner of Anton’s bed now, wrapped in his giant grey hoodie, knees tucked to your chest like it might keep you from falling apart.

He finds you like that when he comes home — fresh from practice, hair damp, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He stops in the doorway, eyes softening instantly at the sight of you.

“Hey,” he says, so gentle it makes your throat close up. You can’t look at him. You bury your face in your arms instead.

There’s a quiet rustle as he drops his bag and crosses the room. You feel the mattress dip when he sits next to you, a warm hand smoothing over your back. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. He never does — because Anton knows sometimes the why doesn’t matter.

“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, tugging at your hands until you uncurl, pliant in his arms. He pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing. His chest is solid and warm under your cheek, the steady beat of his heart an anchor against the storm in your head.

You sniffle, blinking hard against the burn in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, voice muffled by his shirt. “I don’t know why I’m like this.”

His arms tighten around you, one hand cupping the back of your head, thumb stroking slow circles into your hair. “Don’t say that.” His voice is quiet but firm. “You don’t have to be anything for me. You don’t have to be okay all the time. Just be here. That’s enough.”

You feel your chest crack open at that — how easily he says it, like it’s the simplest truth in the world. You pull back a little, enough to see his face. His hair is messy from your touch, eyes dark and gentle and unwavering.

“Why do you love me?” you whisper, almost scared of the answer.

Anton smiles, so soft it aches. He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re my life,” he breathes. The words taste foreign, soft, sacred on his tongue. “My reason for being. That’s it. That’s everything.”

You let out a shaky laugh that cracks halfway into a sob. He kisses it away — your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth — until you’re hiccuping giggles into his skin instead of tears.

“You wanna lay down?” he asks, voice still laced with a smile. You nod, small and quiet, and he shifts you down onto the pillows, crawling in beside you. He slots himself behind you, arm draped around your waist, his chest pressed to your back so you can feel every rise and fall of his breathing.

For a while, there’s only this: his hand tracing idle shapes on your stomach under the hoodie, his lips brushing your temple every so often, the hush of the world beyond his bedroom door fading into nothing.

“Thank you,” you whisper into the dark. “For what?” he murmurs back, half-asleep already. “For being my reason to stay,” you say, your voice breaking in the sweetest way.

Anton’s hold tightens, impossibly warm, impossibly safe. “Always, baby,” he breathes against your hair. “Always.”

[muntitled]

omg hi pookie bear , hru ?

i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .

also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!

Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex

He wouldn't call himself obsessive.

That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.

Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps

"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.

"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.

He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."

Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.

At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"

His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"

An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.

"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.

"Oh... about that-"

"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"

"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"

Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"

"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."

Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.

Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.

He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.

In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.

He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...

to him.

"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.

Is this what you have both become?

Was he seriously being manipulated?

Was he...

Perhaps...

Being cheated on?

The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.

"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.

"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.

Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?

"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.

"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"

"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"

He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."

It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.

"Can I see?"

You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"

Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?

You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.

Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.

It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.

Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.

But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"

"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.

His protests fall on deaf ears.

You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.

"My movie is gonna start soon,"

His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.

"Skip it,"

"I'll call later okay?"

"Skip the movie."

"I love you,"

When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.

'Do you?'

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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"

"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.

"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"

"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.

"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.

Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.

"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.

"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.

"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"

He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...

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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.

Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.

Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.

The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.

"Oh look,"

Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.

"A dinosaur,"

Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.

His bed.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.

His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.

“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.

He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.

“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.

He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.

Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.

The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.

You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.

“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.

There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.

“I always keep my promises, Ant,”

His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.

“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.

“Oh God, Anton.”

“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.

When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.

“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.

“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.

You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.

“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”

“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”

Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.

“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.

“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”

Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”

The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.

The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.

Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.

“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”

Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.

♡♡♡

[lilbluustar]

our mini-world

pairing— fem!reader x bf!anton

wc— 1k

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

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

the house was silent, enveloped by that unique calm that early morning brings. you stirred in bed, reaching out to his side… empty. you frowned, half asleep, before rising quietly. the dim light escaping from under the study door guided you. you walked barefoot, shuffling a bit until you carefully opened it.

and there he was, in a gray sweatshirt slung over one shoulder, disheveled and with his eyes fixed on the screen of the program where he was composing. his leg was moving rhythmically, his brow slightly furrowed, but his expression was changing with each note he was trying out. he looked so focused that you almost felt like interrupting him.

until he turned around.

his gaze softened as soon as he saw you, and he smiled thinly.

“i couldn't sleep,” he mumbled, taking off one of his headphones.

you didn't say anything. you just walked over to him and, without asking permission-because you didn't need to anymore-you sat sideways on his lap, hugging him by the neck.

he let out a little hoarse laugh, tired but happy.

“my night girl,” he whispered against your hair, as his arms wrapped around your waist. his nose brushed your cheek and left a slow, soft kiss.

“you've been here for hours,” you murmured softly, playing with the hem of his sleeve. “i missed you in bed…”

“i missed you too,” he replied. “i just wanted to finish this part…but with you here already, i think i have everything i need.”

another kiss. this time closer to the corner of your lips. then another on your forehead. His hand moved up and down your back, caressing you so calmly that sleep almost returned.

“will you fall asleep with me here for a little while?” you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“no,” he said softly, and just as you were about to answer, he added with a little smile, ”i'll sleep with you…but in bed. come on.”

and he carried you. just like that, as if you weighed nothing, as if it wasn't already dawn, as if the world could wait.

he carried you silently into the bedroom. but instead of leaving you on the bed, he sat you on top of him again, now on his legs, on the edge of the mattress. his hands stayed on your waist, firm, and his eyes roamed over you as if he was seeing you for the first time that night.

“do you know how hard it's to concentrate when i know you're just a few steps away from me… in your pajamas… in our bed?” he whispered, in that low, almost husky voice that escaped him as desire began to mix with affection.

you let out a nervous giggle, and he caught it with a kiss.

slow. deep. the kind that steals your breath, that starts soft and gets more desperate as the bodies get closer.

his hand moved, slowly, up your back, slipping under the fabric of your pajamas while the other lingered on your cheek, guiding the kiss as if he didn't want it to escape.

your breathing was already different. faster. more irregular. and he noticed. he always noticed.

“i love you,” he murmured against your lips. “and there isn't a night that goes by that i don't want to hold you like this… close. mine.”

he slid your panties to one side and went down to kiss your neck, with the patience of one who wants to savor every part. you clung to his shoulders, feeling the atmosphere becoming charged with something electric and warm. his sighs, his fingers that marked every centimeter they touched… and the world became just that: him, you, and the desire beating like a secret between your skins.

his lips kept moving down, leaving a trail of lazy kisses on your collarbone while his hands kept caressing your waist with a restrained need.

your heart was beating so loudly you was sure he could hear it.

“i need you close,” he whispered in a tone so low i shivered. ”you don't know how much…”

with an ease that only he had, he lay back taking you with him, trapping you in his arms as if he didn't plan to let you go. your body fit against his so naturally it hurt from how perfect it felt.

his hands, bolder now, crept over your breasts, caressing the bare, sensitive skin of them, pinching your sensitive nipples slowly, savoring every reaction he wrung from you. You moaned low, almost unwillingly, and you felt him smile against your skin.

“like this… stay like this,” he murmured, his voice a rough sigh, as his hand moved down your stomach, making you shiver until he lost himself in your wet heat, with his other hand, pulling you gently to deepen the kiss that was now anything but innocent.

his body, warm, strong, enveloped you completely, and between kiss and caress, he was guiding you, taking you to the edge of vertigo. your fingers clung to his shirt, tugging at it, wanting more. needing more.

his long fingers traced a back and forth over your wet panties, torturously delicious and slowly, you lifted your hips, awash in pleasure, he was making you lose your patience a little, as if he understood your pleas, which you were unable to formulate because of the condition you were in, he pushed aside your panties, focusing on circling over your sensitive clit and occasionally moving down and playing with his fingertips at your very wet entrance.

anton looked down at you, his eyes dark and dilated, and stroked your cheek as if it were something sacred.

“you don't know what you make me feel…” he said, panting slightly as he brushed his forehead against mine. ”you're mine…all mine.”

and then, his lips found yours again, and tangled between sheets, hungry kisses and desperate whispers, letting the night envelop them completely.

[ddeokz]

bf!anton texts⋆⑅˚₊ fluff, suggestive jokes :3

want more? riizebrary is open!

an! ignore all time stamps unless said otherwise <3

[lelengerine]

Hii! Wanted to make a request for youth lovesome, Anton + serenade, and also love your work it's so cute 💗💗 I'm so excited to see these drabbles!

͙͘͡★ sunbeams and serenades

song prompt. “you’ve been pacing in front of my house for the past ten minutes, mumbling to yourself and looking like you’re about to pass out. i think it’s about time i go down to meet you and ask what you’re trying to do”

pairing. neighbor!anton x reader

tags. plot inspired by serenade [boynextdoor], a lot of yearning and second guessing (mostly by anton), just them being all lovey dovey honestly, no prns used for reader!

wc. 0.9k words

notes. thank u sm for the kind words!! i think anton paired with this song is just so cute aaaaa i had sm fun writing this one and i hope u like it >< likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

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the late afternoon sun spills its honeyed light over the neighborhood, speckling the ground with small shimmers. anton stands at the edge of your driveway, his silhouette framed by the setting sun as he shifts from one foot to the other. his guitar case hangs heavy on his back, but what weighs heavier is the secret he’s been carrying for months now—the feelings he’s too afraid to say out loud.

the house at the end of the pavement feels like a universe away. your house. every step closer feels impossible, like he might stumble into the orbit of something too bright, too warm, and burn before he ever gets the words out. he presses his fingers against the strap of his case, knuckles white, and exhales shakily.

this is stupid. the thought spirals through his mind, looping like the melody of the song he wrote last night. it had seemed so clear then, in the quiet of his room—the chords, the lyrics, the idea of playing it for you, a confession wrapped in melody. but now, standing here, he can’t seem to move. 

he mutters to himself, voice raw and barely audible. “what if she doesn’t…?” he doesn’t even finish the thought. the answer feels too heavy to consider.

he’s about to turn around—just one more day, maybe tomorrow—when the porch door creaks open. the sound cuts through the still air, and his head snaps up, heart pounding in a rhythm so erratic it drowns out everything else.

“anton?”

your voice reaches him like a melody all its own, soft and curious, carrying the warmth that’s haunted his dreams for longer than he’ll admit. you’re standing on the porch, the golden light framing you like something out of a painting. the sight of you—hair slightly frazzled as if you’ve just woken up from a nap—knocks the air from his lungs. he freezes, caught somewhere between wanting to run and wanting to stay rooted forever.

“are you… okay?” you step closer, the tilt of your head both cautious and amused as you watch him. there’s something so tender in your gaze, so unguarded, it makes his chest ache.

he forces a smile, though it feels fragile, like glass held too tightly. “oh, hey.” his voice cracks, and the blush that blooms on his cheeks is immediate, spreading like wildfire. he looks away, running a hand through his hair as if that might somehow make him less transparent.

your lips curve into the smallest smile, and you lean against the porch railing, eyes flicking down to the guitar case on his back. “what are you doing out here?” you ask, voice laced with quiet curiosity. “you’ve been pacing for… a while.”

his grip tightens on the strap of the case. he glances down, the words tangling in his throat before he manages to get them out. “i, uh… i was going to… do something, but now i’m not so sure.”

you step off the porch and closer to him, the distance between you shrinking until it feels like he might suffocate from the nearness of you. “with the guitar?” you ask gently, your gaze lingering on the case.

he nods, barely. his heart is beating so loudly he’s sure you can hear it, but you don’t say anything, just wait with that patient, curious look that always disarms him.

“it’s a song,” he says finally, the words tumbling out in a rush before he loses the courage. his eyes dart to yours, and his voice softens, almost breaking. “for you.”

the world seems to still at those words. your breath catches, your heart stumbling in your chest. “for me?” you repeat, and there’s something in your voice—something quiet and vulnerable—that makes his pulse race even faster.

he nods again, his gaze dropping to the ground. “yeah. i mean, it’s probably… it’s not that great, but i…” he trails off, his hands gripping the case like it’s the only thing keeping him steady.

you take another step closer, close enough now that he can see the faint flush creeping into your cheeks, the way your eyes soften as they search his face. “can i hear it?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

his head snaps up, eyes wide with disbelief. “you… you want to?”

your lips curl into a soft smile, and you nod, your gaze steady on his. “i do.”

for a moment, he just stares at you, as though he’s trying to convince himself this is real. then, slowly, he sets the case on the ground, unzipping it with hands that tremble slightly. you sit down on the porch steps, knees tucked to your chest, watching him with an expression so open, so unguarded, it makes his heart twist.

he settles the guitar into his lap, his fingers brushing over the strings. he doesn’t look at you as he starts to play—he’s too afraid he’ll lose the nerve if he sees the way you’re looking at him. the first chord rings out, hesitant and quiet, but it carries in the stillness of the evening, filling the space between you.

and then he begins to sing.

the words are raw, each one heavy with everything he’s been too afraid to say. the way he notices the little things about you—the curve of your smile, the way your laugh lingers in the air like the echo of a favorite song. the way he feels like he’s on the edge of something vast and terrifying every time you’re near, like falling and flying all at once. the way he’s been quietly, hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember.

your breath hitches as the melody washes over you, his voice raw and unpolished but so achingly full of emotion it leaves you reeling. you don’t realize your hands are trembling until you press them against your knees, trying to steady yourself.

when the final note fades, the silence feels electric, charged with everything left unsaid.

he glances up at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “was it…” his voice is barely above a whisper. “was it okay?”

you exhale shakily, your chest tight with the weight of everything you feel but can’t quite put into words. “it wasn’t okay,” you say softly, and his face falls, panic flashing in his eyes.

before he can say anything, you reach for him, your fingers brushing against his arm. “it was more than that,” you say, a light chuckle in your tone. “i loved it. everything about it was... so pretty.”

the relief that floods his face is almost enough to undo you. he lets out a shaky laugh, his smile tentative but growing as he meets your gaze.

“can you… play it again?” you ask, your voice so soft it feels like a secret.

his smile widens, the kind of smile that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “for you?” he murmurs, his voice steadying. “i’d play it a thousand times.”

you smile back, the warmth in your chest blooming into something undeniable. and as his fingers find the strings again, it feels like the world has finally shifted—soft, steady, and endlessly yours.

[aegiton]

bf!anton thoughts 💭

a/n : bf anton has been on my mind for so long ... slightly suggestive at the end!

bf!anton who wakes up extra early to surprise you with breakfast so you can sleep more

bf!anton who makes sure to wake you up with a kiss on the forehead (or you'll get upset cuz ur used to it 😭)

bf!anton who makes sure to help you put on any shoe that you wear!! be it sneakers or heels, you WILL have your cinderella moment with him 🥹

bf!anton who always carries your bag when you are out shopping 🛍️ you are his princess and he loves spoiling you

bf!anton who takes the cutest pictures of you when you go on cafe dates! he has a whole insta story highlight dedicated to that

bf!anton who always turns around to make sure you are holding his hand while walking in a crowd... he doesn't want to lose you!

bf!anton who purposefully leaves his hoodies at your house because he knows you love to collect them

bf!anton who boasts about his gf to all his friend and letting them know he's the luckiest guy to bag a beautiful and kind person

bf!anton who drops everything the minute he reaches home and start kissing the fuck out of you (you looked too good during the date, he was holding back!!!)

bf!anton who kisses every inch of your body to remind you he's truly in love with every part of you... leaving marks all over you as a reminder to know who you belong to ♡

bf!anton who plays with your hair and kisses your cute little face before sleeping and tells you i love you about 100 times... he's just so in love :,)

do let me know your thoughts and feedback :3 !!! i had fun doing this !!

[plizha]

secretly dating anton but y'all are actually really obvious: headcanons

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

𖦹 fluff, secret relationship

𖦹 typos + grammatical errors ahead :)

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

"why are you carrying their bag?" friend asks

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

but anton's not the best at lying nor pretending

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

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

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

anton playing with your fingertips under the table

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

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

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

"coincidentally" wearing matching fits

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

anton unconsciously playing with your hair while everybody's busy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you guys just kissed indirectly." - ur friends

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

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

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

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

most importantly, the eyes.

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

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

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

though you guys think that y'all are hiding it so well

[antonsintown]

TAKE A CHANCE! ANTON LEE SMAU

PAIRING : swimmer!anton x pianist!fem!reader

GENRE : social media au (smau), fluff, a touch of angst here and there, college au, sister's best friend!anton

SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.

WARNINGS : cursing, the usage of 'kys', mentions of cheating (not on the reader or anton's part) sexual jokes, toxic relationships, toxic friendships.

BEFORE YOU READ: hi! hello! i'm so excited to publish my first smau on this blog, YIPPEE, i sincerely hope you guys like it 🙇‍♀️

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01 : minjeong's best sister award

02 : minjeong's cockblock award

03 : mission anton befriends seunghan failed.

04 : mission anton befriends seunghan on hold.

05 : the inevitable lore drop

06 : the fumbler redeems himself (written part : 484 words)

07 : chlorine scented hangouts (written : 1.6k)

08 : sungchan jumpscare

09 : the awaited crashout

10 : little white lillies

11 : beatmymeathoven

12 : pathetic, as always (written : 1.8k)

13 : money first

TBA

TAGLIST : (taglist is open!) @jvngw0nlvr @sqh3e @swanyvess @gukuwii @rckstar1ton @tkooooop @molensworld @yoursyuno @ramyeonzprincess @choc0br3ad @dutifullyannoyingfox @akaashikgsimp @totalnieparksunghoon @prettiann @n1ninunwo0 @dorritoni @moon-jjun @dreamiestay @hainim01 @pinklemonade34 @endtostartbreathin @seokiebin @leebitofficial @ant-onie @profoundruinsunknown @hyunjinswrld @rinyangz @nujeskz @mbella607 @mitsxuri

[imsosoheee]

miniskirt

౨ৎ bf!anton x reader | wc: 528

genre: fluff !

warnings: none

౨ৎ a/n: lowercase intentional & written for my friend :) this is my first time writing, i hope u enjoy it !! (anton is sooooo 😵‍💫)

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���what are you doing here?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest as you keep the door to your apartment propped open using your foot. your boyfriend anton stands in the doorway, holding a bouquet of flowers as he rests his head against the doorframe.

“don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me,” he smiles brightly, eyes scanning you up and down. you understand why he says this—you were in the middle of trying on your new clothes when you heard his knock on the door, so now he’s seeing you in the miniest mini skirt ever.

“believe it or not, this isn’t for you, anton. and i’m still mad at you.” you have to put up a front for just a little longer, although that smile of his makes you want to tackle him into a hug. you refuse to be one of those easy girls who can forgive and forget with one look at a pretty face. he frowns at your response, shifting the bouquet to the other hand and using the opposite arm to lean against the doorframe and lean into you. he’s towering over you now.

“oh, really… you’re really not gonna let me in, y/n? you really weren’t looking at my location, seeing me on the way over here before you put on that skirt…?” he leans in closer and closer, but you cover his mouth with your hand. his eyes widen in surprise—you’ve never been this thorough with making him plead. and you won’t stop because he still hasn’t said the most important words—i’m sorry.

“mmm, maybe there’s someone else—”

“don’t tell me there’s someone else, we had plans to meet up tonight until this morning. there’s no one you could make plans with that quickly.” he rolls his eyes, standing up straight now.

“is that… sass i hear, coming from the boyfriend who isn’t even being let into the house?” i cock my head at him, trying not to smile.

he bites his lip, also fighting back a smile. “alright, alright!” he puts his hands up in surrender. “i’m sorry! sorry for the sass just now and this morning. i just missed you sooooo—”

you smack away his hand which was inching towards your waist. he gasps at the sound. “come on, y/n, you gotta let me in now. i’m gonna freeze! you’re gonna freeze, i mean, look at this thing. i think my outstretched hand is wider than the length of that entire skirt, like…” he stretches out his hand, and the hem of the skirt is at least 1.5 inches short of where his pinkie reaches. your face warms with embarrassment, clearly flushed. “yeah, you aren’t wearing that out of my sight,” he laughs, his eyes finally finding yours after examining the skirt. his gaze softens at your embarrassed expression— it’s almost like he melts.

standing on your toes, you place a small peck on his lips before grabbing the bouquet out of his hand. “i forgive you! now, come in before we both freeze,” you giggle, turning your back to him and heading into the apartment, feeling his arms wrap around you seconds later.

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[antonology]

pov: you have a crush on your pottery instructor anton

[fleurliz]

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anton x f!r    (  ≧ᗜ≦)    fluff   ──────✿  ❕ kissing , reader wear a skirt,pure fluff

The sky cracked open sometime after sunset — you felt the first drops as you and Anton stumbled out of the old café, hands brushing but not quite holding yet.

When he looked up and saw the black clouds and the first fat raindrops, he laughed. “Uh-oh.”

Neither of you had an umbrella. Neither of you even thought about running for shelter.

You were in that little skirt he always said he liked, the one that made his ears turn pink when you spun around in it. Now it was sticking to your thighs, rain dripping from your hair, but all you could see was him.

“God, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he murmured, but his hands were already cradling your face, thumbs swiping at the wet strands stuck to your cheeks.

“And you’re gonna ruin your pretty hair,” you shot back, breathless. It made him laugh, that quiet little laugh only you ever heard.

You squealed when a cold drop splashed on your forehead. He caught your hand — warm, so warm even as the rain fell colder — and tugged you down the street.

“Run!” he yelled, laughing so hard he nearly tripped.

You ran with him, both of you dodging puddles, laughing too loud, the rain soaking through your clothes in seconds. You clutched his hand like your life depended on it — like if you let go, the sky itself would swallow you whole.

At the corner, he slowed down, breathless, hair plastered to his forehead. You were both panting, chests heaving, raindrops running down your eyelashes.

You were about to say something stupid — a giggly “We’re so wet!” — when he caught your wrist and yanked you flush against him. The laughter died in your throat.

His eyes darted over your face, wide and dark, searching. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, and the rain kept drumming on his shoulders, yours, the street around you.

Then he kissed you.

Not gentle. Not shy.

He kissed you like he’d been drowning for years and only just found air again. His mouth moved against yours with an aching hunger — tasting the rain on your tongue, stealing every breath you tried to take. His fingers slid into your wet hair, tugging just enough to make your knees weak.

You gasped into him, hands fisting his shirt so hard you knew you’d stretch it out. He didn’t care. His other hand splayed wide over your back, holding you there, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

It was messy. It was wet. It was everything.

When he finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your eyes half-closed, and your laugh came out shaky. He pressed his forehead to yours, still breathing hard, a grin splitting his face.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that since you ordered that stupid iced latte,” he panted.

You giggled, pushing your nose against his. “You’re insane, Anton.”

“Only for you.” And just like that — he kissed you again, harder this time, in the middle of the street while the rain kept falling like it would never stop.

guyss i had this in my draft for so long so i dont rlly know if thats great ?😭 i just wanted to post something and it sas there soo… u can send req if u want about any of the riize’s member !!

[jentlesitee]

★ WE BOTH LIKE APPLE CIDER — LCY

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MEMORIES ‘ bf!anton x f!reader ‘ — like or reblog if you enjoyed !

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taglist open !

[lilbluustar]

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.

[myung-jaes]

USED TO THIS ― lee anton

PAIRING・❥・ anton x fem!reader

GENRE・❥・ social media au, college au, childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, crack, fluff, angst, some written parts

SYNOPSIS・❥・ anton and yn are literally the epitome of childhood best friends, knowing each other from practically the day they were born with their parents being best friends upon their shared move from korea to the states. throughout the years, they’ve gone through their share of memories, rebounds, and earthquakes. despite this, they could never beat the “falling for your best friend” curse, even as they were separated with yn's move back to korea, it only worsening as anton followed in her steps. though rather than embracing their feelings, the two, with all their stubbornness, choose to bury it down, waiting for the day it all blows up.

WARNINGS・❥・VERY BAD JOKES (i’m trying 😓) profanity, violent jokes, yn and anton love to "jokingly" flirt with each other, but are the most oblivious people and have the worst communication when it comes to their feelings for each other so!!!! + lots of lovely runner mentions bc i’m the biggest anton ryu sunjae enthusiast 😓😓

STATUS・❥・ on-going

TAGLIST・❥・ open!

PLAYLIST・❥・ used to this — camila cabello. love 119 — riize. at my worst — pink sweat$. dress — taylor swift. but i like you — boynextdoor. get you — daniel caesar. nobody gets me — sza. cpr — summer walker. bad habit — steve lacy. open arms — sza. late night calls — p1harmony.

FEATURING ・❥・ot7 riize, ningning of aespa, intak of p1harmony, taesan of boynextdoor, hanni & minji of newjeans, ricky & gyuvin of zb1, taeyoung of cravity

PROFILES ― dress to impress | anton's kidnappers

001. bear filter fetish

002. COFFEE?? COFFEE!!! COFFEE <3333

003. hey upper east siders

004. yn exploded?!

005. oh my god, the voices

006. shawty if you down, i’m down too

007. A KID OUTDANCED WONBIN??

008. papa shotaro 😘

009. a hot new bombshell enters the villa

010. how do u swim on dry land

011. #ANTYN_OUT #YNTON_IN

012. oui, oui, baguette. bisous!

013. sungchan’s dating show

014. can we french kiss under the eiffel tower

015. just two best friends that kiss 🤣🤣