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a korean fan asked eunseok if he’d let his girlfriend hang out with male friends and he said this

“He said he wouldn't allow it at all. While we're dating, I can't even meet them one-on-one. He also said if we run into each other on the street, I shouldn't act like I know them. He said he's really jealous”

hes so 😵‍💫😵‍💫

i want boyfriend eunseok who fucks you full of his cum and makes you call your male friends during it so he can taunt them over the phone for having something they’ll never get

toxic bsf!sunghoon. WALK WITH ME HERE !! (minors dni, cw oral (m!receiving, f!implied)

"girl... you serious right now?" sunghoon groans, his tone sassy as his body leans back casually, his arms prop behind his head while he gives you a pointed stare.

you narrow your eyes at him, your arms folded across your chest in a defensive manner. "i am. are you serious right now?" you direct his question back at him, a deep scowl taking over your face, but sunghoon just grins at you.

"i am as well. i don't see why you need to entertain those boys," he shrugs nonchalantly, his fangs peeking out from his upper lip as his smirk stretches, watching your face churn.

you scoff, "you're actually the worst. you're scaring all of them off, how am i ever supposed to get a boyfriend?" you complain in a whine, your brows knitted together in frustration from the lack of love in your life.

sunghoon cocks an eyebrow, his head tilted to the side as his smirk remains plastered on his face. "oh? if that's the case, then i can be your boyfriend." he retorts quickly, as if it was the most simple solution in the entire universe. well, to him it was.

your eyes widen, caught off-guard by his words. "uh... no," you quickly shoot him down, your scowl only deepening further but sunghoon isn't at all wavering as his expression remains the same.

"no? you sure?" he taunts, now leaning forward, his elbows propped up on his knees as he gazes at you. "we can play pretend, like when we were little y'know. you can practice on me so that you're prepared for the real thing," he pauses before a snicker leaves his lips, "well, that is, if you ever actually get a boyfriend." he adds on tauntingly, as if challenging you.

and he's got you, hook, line, and sinker.

"i'm kinda upset," sunghoon muses as your lips wrap around his cock, your tongue gliding along his prominent veins that causes him to hiss and throw his head back. "thought you would suck at this. who taught you before i could, hm?" he ponders, his tone is mockingly sweet with a hint of disappointment.

as you take him in deeper, a guttural moan escapes his lips. it serves to motivate you more, your tongue running down the underside of his twitching cock. you shake your head, your lips still wrapped around his cock as you hum in reply.

"fuck-, doesn't matter though, right?" he continues to ramble, asking rhetorical questions that you can't even answer due to your mouth being occupied. "'cause mine is bigger than other cocks you've sucked before, huh?"

you can only moan and hum in response to him, his grip on your hair keeping your mouth on him. he's not forceful with you, but he's making sure you don't pull off too far. he lets out a breathy chuckle at your expression, your brows knitted together and your mouth open with his heavy cock inside it. he could really get used to this, he'll have to 'play pretend' with you more.

an unexpected gasp escapes him as your tongue swipes at his sensitive tip, licking at the precum. "oh, fuck..." he moans, his eyes screwed shut as he enjoys the warmth and wetness of your mouth around him, your tongue working more expertly than he had expected.

"you'll let me cum on your face, right?" he moans out, his free arm now thrown over his forehead as you continue to suck him off. "a good friend would let their best friend cum all over their pretty face..." he muses, his voice now becoming breathless and airy.

with how his cock is twitching and pulsating wildly in your mouth, you can tell he's inching close to cumming. you nod your head, your throat swallowing around his cock that causes him to almost let out a whine. he barely catches your nod but he doesn't care- you won't stay mad at him for too long, right? he's your best friend after all...

sunghoon's grip on your hair tightens, quickly pulling you off of him as his other hand comes down to stroke his cock, your saliva and drool providing lewd squelches to fill up the room. his hips shift, bucking and twitching up as his moans and gasps reach your ears.

he keeps your head positioned right underneath his cock as he continues to stroke it. with a particular harsh stroke, he groans into the air, his cum painting your cheeks and lower chin white, some landing onto your shirt messily.

as sunghoon catches his breath, his chest heaving up and down, he eyes you, clearly enjoying the sight of you defiled in his cum. "so can i pretend to eat you out now or...?"

do you see how many people support you seunghan? rii7e?

Sweet Sungchan who fucks you very gently and is cocky like in the fic ≠ Eunseok who fucks you very roughly and is jealous. But both will cuddle you in the end and are possessive. Will leave marks for the other one to see every time. They pretend they don't like this game

ending up being friends with benefits with both of them with them both being aware of each other eeee. sungchan who’s more laid back and cocky, knows he fucks you well and knows how much you enjoy it versus eunseok who fucks you senseless everytime he has you and constantly tells you how you’re his. oooh the unspoken competition..

18+ mdni. not proofread. fem!reader. 1.7k words. a/n. this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now so i decided to finish it :P

perv!anton, who is the perfect neighbour. he's tidy, polite, respectful, and quiet. it’s a dream living next to him, really. when you first moved in, he brought you an array of sweet treats and savoury snacks to welcome you to the neighbourhood. he was so friendly and kind to you, letting you know that if you needed anything, he was just a house away! little did you know that it was all a ploy.

perv!anton, who befriends you only to see your pretty face and even prettier body more often. he tries so hard to pay attention to what you say, but he just ends up staring at your plush lips, wishing he could kiss them, or see them wrapped around his cock. him being distracted by you gives you the illusion that’s he’s a great listener, when in reality, he’s just zoning out on the dip of your waist, the curve of your neck, your hands, and definitely your tits.

perv!anton, who nearly lost his mind when he found out your bedroom was right across from him, your window nearly lined up perfectly with his. poor horny baby stands behind his curtain every night, peeking over the side to watch you undress, tracing your silhouette with lust-filled eyes. he can’t help the way his hand slithers down his boxers to toy with his pretty cock, imagining it’s your pussy that’s wrapped around it instead.

perv!anton, who has committed every piece of you to his memory. every feature and quirk of your face, every line of your body, he thinks about them all day. he loves to imagine ruining you slowly — shoving his tongue past your lips, massaging your tits, marking your neck, sliding one of his long, pretty fingers down your panties to play with your clit. it’s consumes him — the idea of fucking such a gorgeous girl silly.

perv!anton, who stole a pair of your panties one day. you had kindly invited him over for a movie night, and while you had excused yourself to the bathroom, he sneakily slipped away into your closet. with his heart pounding out in his chest, he sifted through your drawers, desperately trying to find your intimates. he ended up stuffing a thin, pink lace pair of panties into his back pocket. he smiled to himself softly as he laid back on your bed and you walked in without a clue in the world of what he just did.

perv!anton, who tries your pair of panties on the moment he’s back in his own room. he’s so shy about it, even though nobody’s there to look at him. he stands in front of his full-length mirror, admiring how tiny they are on him, and how his thick cock pokes the delicate fabric, creating a little tent. he fucks his fist right then and there, so turned on by the filthy sight. poor baby boy is so obsessed with them, he sleeps with them under his pillow every night, taking them out to stuff his mouth with whenever he humps the edge of his bed to relieve himself.

perv!anton who imagines you bouncing on his cock so he can fall asleep every night. some people count sheep, others recount the activities they did during the day, but not anton. all he needs to lull him to dreamland is the vision of you on top of him, his throbbing red cock disappearing into your sopping wet pussy . he wonders what exactly your moans sound like — he knows they’re pretty, but he dreams of the day he’ll be able to hear them in his ear from you mewling out in pleasure all because of him.

perv!anton, who isn’t as slick as he thinks he is…

you’ve caught him staring through your window plenty of times, mostly because you’ve wanted to get a peek of anton yourself. how could you not? he was such a pretty boy, so soft-spoken and unassuming, and so big. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t had lewd thoughts about him.

which is why, one night, you purposefully leave your curtains open, so he can see all of you.

that night, he’s perched at his window as usual, peeking around the one curtain that’s drawn. one large hand slowly massages his length up and down as he waits for you. he gathers up the warm pre-cum that’s leaking out of him with two fingers and coats his cock with it. soft, quiet whines escape his lips, noises made in pleading.

you enter your room, setting up your bed the way you like it for the night. anton waits for you to draw your curtains, but you don’t. he’s confused, brows furrowed as he watches you work at your desk for a bit, then disappear into your closet for a while.

he stands by his window dumbly, his hand barely pumping his cock anymore. where did his pretty girl go? he can’t cum without the sight of you, and he needs to cum. his dick is aching, and every nerve in his body feels taut. he’s about to give up, his head resting against his curtain with his eyes closed, when he decides to check one last time. he looks behind the curtain to find you staring right back at him, your arms crossed with your lips fashioned into a playful grin.

poor anton gets so shy, his cheeks flushing crimson. he squeals and hides away, backing into the wall. he’s so embarrassed, he starts to feel light-headed. with heaving breaths, he slowly inches towards the window to see if you’re still there. maybe you had finally shut the curtains. he still needed to cum after all, and he knew that he’d find a way to live with the shame, eventually, even if that meant coordinating his every move in way that let him never cross your path ever again.

to his surprise, you’re still stood there, with the same smirk on your face, but something else rests in your eyes. lust? hunger? anton can’t quite put his finger on it, but it sends a jolt of excitement straight to his cock, and he wraps his sticky hand around it once more, his thumb grazing his slit slightly. his mouth hangs open in fascination as he studies your movements.

you smile at him knowingly, the only thought running through your mind is that you want to put on a show for him — finally give him what he’s been wanting. what’s the harm in such a pretty, loser boy taking pleasure in your body? you wanted to see him squirm, wanted to see him completely unravel in front of you.

you languidly slip off your clothing, piece by piece, making sure to drag the tips of your fingers down your skin gently. he stares at you as you get to your shorts, shimmying them down your legs, then teasingly stopping at your bra. you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him if you should unclasp it. anton just nods stupidly, his head slightly hitting the window. you giggle at his desperation, taking off your bra strap by strap, until your tits fall out, bouncing lightly.

anton continues to fist his cock, a string of filthy moans leaving his lips as he watches you play with your nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting them around. his hand pumps harder, and he starts to feel his knees weaken, so he leans his body against the window for extra support.

you quickly pull your desk chair up to the window, sitting down on it with your legs spread prettily, as far as they could go. you’re sure he can see your folds peeking through the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties.

you let one hand travel up your neck so you can slide two fingers in your mouth. you glide them in and out, lapping them up in spit. you over exaggerate your expressions, knowing it’ll drive sweet, pathetic anton closer to his climax. you roll your eyes to the back of your head, opening your mouth wide, continuing to drag your fingers up and down your tongue.

anton is so lost in his pleasure, he’s stopped moving his hand completely, only keeping it as stiff as possible so he can rut his cock back and forth into it. his eyes are half-lidded, his mouth still hanging open, a tiny bit of drool seeping past his bottom lip and down his chin. loud, raspy moans interrupt his curses and nonsensical blabbers. he’s close, so close.

you trail your wet fingers down your bare stomach, your other hand reaching down to pull your panties to the side, letting your drenched pussy out, all for anton to enjoy. he lets out a high-pitched mewl at the sight. you’re even prettier than he imagined — so wet, all for him. his vision starts to blur from this tears in his eyes. pathetic sobs escape him as he watches you stuff three fingers into your cunt, every so slowly. he pictures his cock in place of them, stretching every inch of your pussy.

you never break his gaze as you ride your fingers, keeping your mouth open and your head tilted back just to rile him up even more. anton is drenched in sweat; small patches soak through his shirt, and the ends of his hair are soaked. f-fuck, please, y/n. you can just barely make out the words he says, his breath fogging up a tiny area of the window.

you rock your hips back and forth faster, curling your fingers to hit your sweet spot. you quickly reach your high, moaning out anton’s name repeatedly as thick, white cum leaks out of you.

seeing his name written on your lips so filthily sends anton over the edge. he quickens his pace in his last few thrusts, his hand starting to cramp up from how tight it was wrapped around his cock. something between a loud sob and a yelp leaves him, his voice cracking near the end as his cum shoots out of him, spattering onto his window. his tip barley brushes against the glass but he uses the friction to ride out his high, his forehead resting against the slightly fogged up pane. he tries to catch his breath as he studies you through blurred vision.

you stand up from the chair, readjusting your panties. you lean against your window, your head tilted with a sickly sweet smile on your face, taking so much pleasure at how fucked out anton looks.

you blow him a kiss goodnight, then shut your curtains as if nothing ever happened.

a/n — y’all idk what the hell happened at the end, it was nawtttt supposed to be that long :’) i’m just such a whore for anton, i guess. also for the plot let us pretend reader doesn’t have opaque curtians lol. hope you liked it <3

-> white aesthetic

( @iyunjin )

innocent 𐙚 anton lee

warnings. best friend!anton x female!reader, virgin!reader x experienced!anton, virginity loss, nipple sucking, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pulling out method, quite light-hearted, eludes to a corruption kink.

wc. 4k

summary. anton comes home for the summer and the two of you find yourselves having a deep conversation.

part of my late 2k prompt event

2. “let me take care of you”

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“how’s idol life?”

“tiring” anton shrugged as he responded to your question, hands resting on his stomach as he laid on your bed “i love what i do but sometimes i miss being back here” he turned his head to the side to look at where you sat on the bed next to him, back against the head board with with yours in his hair.

“at least you’re back for a few weeks” anton smiled softly at your reply, fingers pushing through the soft strands of his hair. his eyes were tired and he felt them begin to shut, yet he didn’t feel like sleeping yet. he found himself sitting up next to you instead.

“how have things been here? anything new? any boyfriends i need to beat up?” you laughed as your hands dropped to your lap.

“no one”

“and why not?” you shrugged at his question, paying no mind to how nosy your best friend was.

“i mean, the girls have been encouraging me to find someone over the summer but i don’t know how likely that’ll be”

“they want you to get into a relationship?”

“they want me to lose my virginity, tonnie”

“ah” the topic of your virginity wasn’t a sore one, the two of you just never discussed it “do you want to?” you shrugged again.

“yeah” you sighed for a moment, looking over at anton “but it’s okay it’ll happen one day”

“why do you want to lose it?”

“i just wanna know what it feels like, the girls are always talking about how good it is and how it feels so much better than when they do it themselves and i’m just curious i guess. there’s only so much a girl can do before she needs more” anton watched you carefully as you spoke, head tilting to the side as he thought.

“i get it, i was the same”

“how do you feel now you’re not a virgin?”

“the same, just hornier”

“oh that’s not good” his fingers found themselves tracing mindless patterns against the skin of your thigh “i don’t need more horniness”

“it gets that bad for you?” anton wasn’t sure why he was asking such questions, neither of you had ever delved into such a realm together before.

“yeah, sometimes i’m at it every night trying to get some sort of relief, most are filling with mediocre orgasms that barely make me feel anything”

“i didn’t realise you struggled so much” you laughed at his choice of words.

“i’ll be fine once i get some help”

“do you want some now?” anton was, well anton. he wasn’t bold, he was quiet, kept to himself, anton had absolutely never forwardly asked a girl if she wanted to sleep with him. until now, at least. he panicked for a moment, not knowing how you’d react to his sudden question.

“you want to take my virginity?”

“do you want me to?” silence filled the air as you looked at each other, his fingers paused their patterns as his hand flattered out on your thigh. it was in the moment that you realised just how close together you were, his hand on your skin sent heat to your core.

“yes”

“are you sure?”

“one hundred percent” anton nodded and squeezed your thigh. he moved himself, kneeling back so he could position you to lay on the bed, his fingers trailed along your thighs whilst he looked down at you.

“then let me take care of you, i’ll give you what you need, okay?” you nodded, eyes seemingly gazed over at the tension that had formed around the two of you.

anton could never have admitted his attraction to you out loud, part of him thought maybe he was being selfish by taking your innocence but the other part of him knew you wanted it too. anton could recall the first time he had a wet dream about you, how you bounced so prettily on his cock and cried out his name. he remembers how quickly he darted to the shower when he woke up and how even though he tried not to, he ended up with his hand flat against the tiled wall with his other tugging at his cock quickly, images of you flooding his mind as he came.

it was the start of a vicious cycle for anton, he felt like he’d just hit puberty by the way he was growing hard everytime he was around you, dreaming nightly about having your precious cunt wrapped around his cock whilst he drilled into you. sure, anton had girlfriends and one night stands and they usually took his mind off of things but once he saw you again he folded.

he wasn’t sure if having sex with you would make the dreams better or worse, but he guessed there was only one way to find out. one thing he knew though, was that you were even prettily in real life than in his dreams. your lips parted as you looked at his face, eyes focused on him as you let out a deep breath. beauty was subjective but anton believed anyone would’ve been blind to not see beauty in you.

focusing on the moment at hand, anton laughed lightly,l as he leaned over you, feeling one of your legs hook around his waist and your foot rub against the back of his thigh.

“what are you thinking about, tonnie?”

“how we ended up here” you frowned slightly as you looked at him.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”

“no no i do i promise i do, there’s nothing i want more than this. i know no one will give you the experince the way i can, love” you smiled lightly at him, hand reaching up to hold his cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin as your other hand pressed against his clothed chest.

“i trust you more than anything, i want this” anton sighed as he leaned closer to you, lips barely touching yours as he tested the waters. he pushed them a little further against yours, kissing you softly. the kiss only lasted for a short moment, a peck that confirmed to the both of you that this is what you wanted.

it only took a second of your lips to be parted for him to lean in again, lips pressing softly against yours as he brought you into a slow kiss, it made you feel dizzy as it grew deeper. your hand fingers their way to the strands of hair he had sitting at the back of his neck, breathing getting heavier as he continued to kiss you.

this was one of the things you craved most, the intense making out that left your cunt throbbing for attention. you weren’t sure on how to portray your need to anton without whining, the whine slipped out once he broke the kiss. his cheeks were flushed as he looked at you, his knee slipping in between your legs and pressing against your core, you gasped at the feeling.

“how are you feeling?” his voice was soft as he asked, barely speaking above a whisper.

“i need you” you believed the whimper that fell from you as you spoke was pathetic, but anton thought it was the hottest thing you’d ever done.

“need?”

“so bad tonnie, please” he could never deny anything you asked for, especially this. one final, gentle kiss to your lips was all it took before he knelt up once again. his fingers pushed under your shirt, looking at your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. “you can take it off, it’s okay” he nodded at your confirmation, fingers gently brushing against your skin as he pushed your shirt over your head and dropped it onto your bedroom floor.

he wasn’t expecting for you to be bare under your shirt, yet he was pleasantly surprised to find out you were. he couldn’t help but admire you, every skin was so soft as his fingers traced over it, nipples so hard as he thumb brushed against them. he took note of the way you squirmed as he brought his hand to cup your breast, your nipple being rubbed between his thumb and index finger before he leaned down.

as his hand squeezed one of your breasts, his other hand held the underneath of the other, pushing it up so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. he let his tongue glide over the hardening bud as he sucked lightly, letting your fingers lace them through his hair and pull gently as you whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

he savoured the feeling of your nipple on his tongue, already adoring the way your body reacted to him sucking on it. he released it from his lips before moving to the other one, this time his tongue poked out of his lips, flicking over the nub a few times before leaving open mouthed kisses against it. he felt his cock twitch in his pants when you moaned and pulled a little harsher on his hair.

he pressed a final kiss to your nipple before kissing along the valley between your pressed, lips parted leaving wet spots in his path as he made his was down your body. his fingers hooked over the the waist line of your trousers, catching your panties with it. he looked up at you for a moment, lips still attached to your skin as you nodded to him.

he hummed against your skin as he slowly pulled them off of you, head lifting as he dropped them to the floor, fingers curling around your inner thighs to part your legs for him. he groaned at the sight of you bare in front of him, opting to pull his own shirt over his head so you didn’t feel alone.

“you’re so pretty” he admired you from head to toe, your body made his heart flutter and the sight of your cunt glistening under the light left his cock fluttering too. he noticed the way your eyes lingered on his body, tracing every detail of his abs as he knelt before you. your fingers reached out to touch them, nails lightly raking against his skin before you looked at his face.

“so are you”

anton’s fingers trailed up your inner thighs before they reached your pussy, his thumbs pressed against your lips as he held them apart and looked at you. his mouth watered at the sight of your slick cunt.

“let me eat you out baby” you whined at the way he was looking at you and how he spoke to you, his words went right to your core.

“please” he moved back until he was laid on the bed, he looked up at you as his thumb brushed over your clit.

“have you ever been eaten out before?” you shook your head and whimpered, the situation growing intense and overwhelming you. there wasn’t a word you could think of to describe the way you felt toward anton in that moment, just primal need for him to touch you. anton found himself loving your answer, his mouth watering as he thought about tasting your untouched, innocent cunt.

he leaned forward, parting his lips and breathing over your slick folds before he placed a wide, open mouthed kiss over your pussy. he let his lips drag along your flesh before he done it again, being gentle as he kissed you. his hands hooked under your thighs so he could pull you closer to his face, tongue peaking out of his lips so he could press it against your slit, dragging it along your core before circling your clit with it.

he groaned as the taste of you filled his mouth, lips closing around your clit as he heard you whimper and felt your fingers grip at his hair. you were so sensitive, so sweet and whiny at every little touch. even with the small amount of stimulation anton had began to give you your hips were squirming under him, your shut as you took in the feeling of his tongue.

he was slow, not wanting to overwhelm you by going too fast. his tongue circled your clit, lips kissing over the top of it repeatedly, lips only wrapping around it and sucking on it when he thought you were ready. anton felt an intense spark run through his cock when you moaned a little louder at the feeling, the sound of you becoming breathless and moaning because of him made his cock leak.

he sucked a little harder on your clit, tongue flicking over it a little faster as he was determined to make you cum. somewhere during his actions, his middle finger found your sopping hole, the tip of it carefully circling it before he pushed it inside of you. you gasped as you felt it, his finger was longer than yours, thicker too. along side his tongue flicking over your clit, you felt as if your body was beginning to fall apart.

for a moment he released your clit, head lifting up to look at you as his finger curled inside of you. “how does it feel, baby?” you whimpered when you parted your lips, gimping as you felt another finger being pushed into you.

you were a stranger to fingering, yet it felt different having someone other than yourself do it to you, especially anton. “it’s good” your voice was weak, it was all anton needed to hear, the shaky, whiny undertone of your words had his heart melting. he smiled at you before ducking his head back down, two fingers curling inside of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit once more.

you couldn’t explain how you felt, there was an intense feeling running through your clit as anton sucked on it. you struggled to keep yourself quiet, couldn’t keep your eyes open nor could you stop your legs from shaking. the mix of his tongue with his fingers left you a wreck, unable to find a way to tell him that you were about to cum.

“cum when you’re ready baby” you whimpered hearing him talk against your cunt, his fingers speeding up their movements inside of you as he drove you to your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to feel you spilling onto his tongue and giving you your first ever orgasm from someone else.

the feeling of your orgasm hitting you was like nothing you’d felt before, you weren’t sure how to react as it ran through you. moans left you instinctively, anyone name slipping out without you realising as you came on his fingers and tongue. letting him drag out every last drop of your orgasm until you could give him anything more.

anton’s lips were slick when he lifted his head from your cunt, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your hole before looking down at you. he admired the way you were breathing heavily, how your eyes looked tired and how you struggled to keep them open as you attempted to regain your breathing. there was a subtle smile on your lips as your eyes opened, anton returned your smile as his hands soothingly rubbed your thighs.

“do you want to continue?” his question was simple but he needed to know, not wanting to give you too much all at once.

“please”

“i don’t have any condoms”

“i don’t either” you started, looking down at the bulge that had formed in his pants before looking back at his face “but i trust you, plus you can pull out right? i can get the morning after pill tomorrow just to be precautious” anton looked at you, fingers creeping up your skin before lacing with yours.

“it’s completely your choice baby” he lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing then softly against the back of it “i’m okay with whatever you want to do”

“then please tonnie, i need you” he nodded before kissing the back of your hand again, letting go of it as he stood up to remove his sweats and briefs. you never knew what to expect when seeing antons cock, the size being unknown to you until he revealed it. the thickness of his cock intimidated you slightly, it looked heavy as it weighed itself down, the tip red and slick, leaking slightly.

you watched as anton knelt up between your legs, his hand wrapping around his cock as he laid it against your stomach. your eyes stayed glued to it, fingers itching to wrap around it so you could feel it in your hand.

“go on, it’s okay” it overwhelmed you how easily anton could read what you were thinking. you let your hand fall to your stomach before you reached down to wrap it around his cock, it did feel heavy in your hand. anton groaned as he felt your soft skin glide against him, your hand feeling gentler than his ever had as it ran along his cock.

“is it going to fit?” your question was genuine and innocent, slight concern lacing your tone as you looked up at his face. anton almost hated the way his cock throbbed at the sound of it.

“it will” he nodded before continuing “but you don’t have to take all of me angel. i’ll be gentle with you and you can decide how much you want to take. if it’s too much we can stop okay? all you have to do is tell me”

“i love you tonnie” anton has heard you say that multiple times in the past but it felt different in this moment, your voice appeared more vulnerable as looked down at you. his hand reached for your face, thumb brushing over your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you softly.

“i love you too baby” his face stayed near yours, hand moving to lace his fingers through yours and press them down against the mattress near your head, letting you dig your nails into the back of his hand as he replaced your hand that was wrapped around his cock with his own.

“are you ready, love?” you gulped at his question, eyes watching his. he looked at you with a gentle gaze, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“i’m ready tonnie” he watched you for a moment, tip of his cock pressing against your soaked clit. your lips parted at the feeling, breathing growing a little deeper as he dragged it down your slit.

he was focused on you when he pressed the head of his cock against your inviting hole, he felt you clench before he properly pushed it in. his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand, lips pressing against your temple.

“you can relax baby, it’s okay” you took a deep breath as you tried to let your body relax, allowing yourself to sink into the sheets under you. anton paid mind to the way you gasped when the head of his cock shifted inside of you, pressing slightly deeper as his girth stretched you out.

you opened your mouth, wanting to tell him how big he felt but all you could do was whimper. it didn’t hurt the way you’d first believed it would, but the stretch was overwhelming. it wasn’t painful but there was an ache in your cunt that you couldn’t shift, the only way the ache hurt was because you were aching for something more, but you weren’t sure what that something more was.

“is it too much?” anton wasn’t all the way inside of you, the parts of himself he did give you were slowly being dragged in and out of you. letting you adjust to the way you were taking him. you shook your head at his question, gulping before trying to respond.

“i want more” you sounded broken when asking for more, anton groaned a little louder as he shifted more of himself inside of you, watching your face carefully as he slowly pushed the rest of his cock into your welcoming heat.

anton felt overwhelmed but he didn’t want to show it. you were wrapped tightly around his cock, your slick making it hot inside. he wanted to make you feel good, wanted you to feel safe and comfortable under him whilst you took his cock but you just felt so good, too good, it took a lot in him to not go dizzy because of it.

he kept himself still once his cock was seated completely inside of you, looking at you as you clenched around him. your eyes opened gently as you looked back at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide, he looked like a mess. a pretty one, at least, but a mess. you wondered just how much he was suffering from this.

anton’s free hand laced through your free one, both of your hands now intertwined as he pulled his hips back before pushing them forward again. it was a smooth, slow motion. his cock filled you up incredibly well. the ache you felt in your core was beginning to fade, having every inch of him inside of you only increased the pleasure you felt inside of you, rather than an ache.

“it’s so good tonnie” your voice broke mid sentence, eyes not being able to stay open as he fucked you slowly, stretching out your cunt with each soft thrust forward. whine-like moans fell from your lips as you took him, anton found himself groaning during it too.

“you feel so fucking good baby” anton moaned as he spoke back to you, his forehead pressing against yours as he basked in the way you felt around him, finding himself quickly becoming obsessed with how perfectly your cunt molded around him.

within a few moments one of his hands let go of yours, soon enough you felt his thumb press against your clit, small circles being rubbed against the slick, swollen numb as he continued to fuck you slowly.

“wanna make you cum” he told you, head lifting from yours so he could look down at you, thumb speeding up as his thrusts stayed the same “want you to cum around my cock, baby” you nodded and whined a little louder at his words, already feeling your body heat up a little more as he continued pleasing you.

“i don’t think im gonna last long tonnie” you whined through your words, back arching up, chest pressing against his as his cock slipped a little deeper inside of you, head seemingly finding a spot inside of you that had moan after moan slipping from your lips.

“it’s okay baby you can let go whenever you’re ready” he treated you so well, cared for you as if you were going to break apart at any second, you were fragile under his touch. all he wanted to do was make you cum around his cock and bring you to heaven.

bringing you to your second orgasm brought anton joy, but also left him tilting toward the edge. he let you fall apart under him, feeling your legs shake and your fingers dig into his hand and back as he fucked you through it. only pulling out once he knew you were done. anton quickly found himself kneeling up over your body, hand jerking off his cock as he released himself over your skin.

looking down at you, anton couldn’t help but admire the way his cum covered the skin of your stomach and how tired your pretty face was. he kissed you again, lips barely touching yours as he let you relax under him. it took him a few moments to get the courage to stand up and leave you, almost rushing to find a towel to help you clean up, gently dragging it along your flesh to help you before letting it fall onto the floor. caving the moment he heard you whine for him to come back to you.

once he did, his fingers raked through your hair as you laid against his chest, arms wrapped around his body tightly as if he was going to disappear within seconds. he could feel your body growing heavy against his, breathing steadying out as you allowed your exhaustion to take over your body.

anton wasn’t sure how the following day would play out for the two of you and how this would affect your friendship, he could only pray that any change that was incoming would be good.

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hmmm shotaro thinking you’re the sweetest thing and needing to corrupt you … he’d probably shun himself for having such dirty thoughts about someone so lovely but he can’t help it. when you look up at him with your big eyes wide and your pretty little smile he can’t help but want to see you in tears instead ..