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thinking about... anton who needs your tits in his mouth at all times

i feel like it's common knowledge at this point that anton really, might actually have an oral fixation. i mean, have you seen how often he touches his lips and the many photocards of him having random stuff in his mouth? yeah. personally, i also think anton is a boob guy. he doesn't care whether they're small or big, boobs are boobs and he's probably just happy he gets to touch yours.

that combo, though? ugh.

by nature

anton x reader. wc 1,246.

we all get hard when our girlfriend calls us big and strong.

beware: handjob, use of the pet name 'baby' (we ALL fw it), kinda submissive anton yess

GIRLFRIEND’S LANE ⋮ ⌗ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𓏵 ⌞ 이찬영 x f!reader, fluff, 1.0k ⌝ ∘∘∘ older!anton, swimmer!anton, petnames (baby, angel, tonie) 

𓏵 having a boyfriend who was in the year above you and popular was not for the weak, especially when he has a whole fanbase that berates you over simply dating him *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 

ナナ’s ⦂ the request for this fic disappeared from my asks 😭 but anyway thank you anon for requesting ♡

dating someone who’s popular is one thing, but dating the anton lee? that was a whole other thing. if you asked the whole school about him, 97% of them would say they wanted him. to be fair, he is the perfect man – tall, smart, a swimmer, and insanely good looking. it wasn’t a surprise that everyone had an underlying crush on him. and even though he was yours, you couldn’t help but feel a little ticked off whenever someone got a little too close to him. 

it was hard getting the students to accept your relationship with anton. first of all, most of them were envious of you, and secondly, you were in the grade below him. everyday, students from anton’s year would come up to you and argue about how ‘they deserved the title as his girlfriend more’, or how ‘you’re too immature to date him.’ it drove you insane. if he had a competition, people would make signs and posters, calling him their boyfriend, and that’s why you didn’t like going to them. 

“i’m so nervous, baby.” anton pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. his hands carded through your hair, humming softly as he held you tight. “come to the competition, please?” 

“i don’t wanna see all those posters, anton…” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. “please, y/n. i wanna see you there or else i’ll come dead last.” he held your face, positioning it so you’d look at his pleading face. “please? just for today. plus, the guys’ll be there, they’ll hide them from you.” 

as much as you disliked going to his competitions due to all the posters, knowing it’d put you in a bad mood later, you had to go. for anton, at least. “fine,” you gave in, leaning your weight on anton. 

his smile reached his eyes, when you agreed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “thanks, angel.” he quickly ushered you out of the guys changing room, hearing more people bustle in. “i’ll see you out there.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, letting it linger a little longer this time. 

it had been barely ten minutes until you started noticing all the banners, but thankfully you also noticed anton’s friends who were calling you over to sit with them. the competition was gonna be a long one. 

more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

always yours | l.cy

wc: 4.8k | pairing: long distance bf!anton x gf!reader | genre: ANGST, smut | warnings: lots of angst, yearning, and pining, lots of emotions, emotional conversations, emotional make up sex, p in v, unprotected sex

AN EYELINER DOWN THE LINES OF YOUR BODY | Lee Chanyoung

synopsis — riize’s Anton x reader (non-idol au)

genre — romance, suggestive, “friendship” (you can tell they aren’t just friends…) wc. 4k

warnings — yes, this is pretty suggestive. NO, it isn’t smut! Includes kissing (lowk making out actually), anton’s shirtless, and yea we are wasting eyeliner for this… honestly if ur like…idk under 13 i wouldn’t recommend u read it…

notes — lost my mind a bit when looking at anton edits in tiktok and birthed this baby…tell me how u like it! haven’t written for this man in SO long.

MORE WORKS: navigation | riize!masterlist

YOU’RE ALREADY LAUGHING when the door opens, breath fogged just enough from the walk to make the first step inside feel warmer than it should.

His apartment smells like laundry and cardamom tea—soft domestic notes that always make your stomach do the stupid, loyal flip it’s been doing since the first time you came over.

Anton leans his shoulder to the frame and watches you kick off your shoes, a tiny curl at his mouth like the end of a music phrase he hasn’t decided to resolve.

“You brought it?” he asks.

no way back to eighteen | lee anton

⟶ summary: in english 102 you were asked to write a letter to the future; you wrote to yourself while anton wrote to you. two years after graduation the letters return but you’re too late to be eighteen and too late to start again.

✎୭: this was so fun to write! started it last year around christmas then lost the drive but so glad i picked it back up!! i recommend listening to: before you leave me by alex warren, yard sale by alex warren, i'll be waiting by cian ducrot choir version (fun fact, this is the song that inspired this fic), phases by pretty much and this city by sam fischer. enjoy my butterflies <3

NYU freshman year

You don’t think you’ll ever forget the day you met Anton Lee.

The way he smiled as he steadied the side of your bookshelf while you fumbled with the screws. The way he pointed to the stack of novels still waiting in their box and asked you a million and one questions about each and every one of them: why you owned them, what they were about, which ones you loved and which ones you thought to be overrated. He didn’t even seem to notice that you were sweating from the effort of screwing in the nails, too caught up in listening to your rambling answers to help steady the bookshelf.

It was move-in weekend. Your parents had driven away the night before, leaving you with swollen eyes and a lump in your throat while your roommate Manon laughed at you all night for crying. She called you a baby and said you’d survive but truth is, survival didn’t feel possible until two mornings later when Anton and his roommate Sohee came knocking on your door.

You met Anton on one hot evening, just two weeks into your senior year of college. It was at a party—one where you’d arrived late after a supposedly quick pre-game session with your girlfriends at Lea’s apartment turned into a full-on mini-party of its own. You’d almost ditched the party altogether, but Mina said she had to meet this guy at the party, or she’d regret it forever. Of course, she was exaggerating, but you went anyway.

You were the designated driver since you were the only one who didn’t drink, which was because you were late even to the pre-game. Yes, you’ve been told that being late is one of your many talents.

As soon as you pulled up to the driveway of the party venue, your friends rushed out of the car and into the house, leaving you behind to park. Just as you were stepping out of your car, you spotted Anton, looking tall next to the lamppost, and handsome under the yellow-orange glow of the light. He was attractive—the slight flush on his cheeks, his skin glowing under the lamplight, and even in simple square glasses and a plain white tee, he radiated some kind of glow that made you pause.