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lee anton x reader ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆ wc: 1498

🫧⋆. author's note: this was 100% inspired by youngji's interview w/ anton...

it’s been roughly four months since you and anton broke up; there wasn’t much to it. he took his life a bit more serious than you did–he was captain of SNU’s swim team, at the top of his classes, and had lots of friends–he was the perfect guy, you should’ve been grateful you were even given a chance to date a guy like him…

but he was too perfect. you were a straight B student, not all that athletic, and 99% of the time went out partying instead of studying. whenever you would ask your lovely boyfriend to hang out, he told you the same three things:

‘sorry baby, i have swim.’

‘can’t, i have to study for exams coming up.’

‘can’t tonight–i’m busy.’

right, maintaining that perfect image took some effort–you admired anton for being so on top of it all. but when he began sacrificing all of his time with you, you realized maybe having a relationship with him wasn’t best.

“i want to break up.”

anton looked at you wide-eyed. “what?”

“chanyoung–you’re just too busy,” you started. “you’re a great guy, but it’s clear you don’t have time for me. we haven’t gone on a date in months, i don’t think we’ve had a real conversation for a while now–”

“yeah i’m–i, i know,” he replied. “i know we’ve talked about this a lot, and i think i agree…”

you pause. “i think it would be better if we just stayed friends.”

so the two of you did. if you had to be completely honest, things were great–you could do whatever you wanted without fear, without any agonizing thoughts of your boyfriend not texting you back, potentially cheating on you with some other girl smarter and prettier than you.

with exams finally over, shotaro invited you to a house party to celebrate. who were you to say no to some free liquor?

there, you met sungchan: soccer player in the year above you, seemed pretty into you from the amount of times he’s grinded on you tonight… 

he bounced the ping pong ball, landing it into the last cup on your side of the table. you raised the red solo cup to your lips and downed another cup of beer–him and wonbin cheering from the other side of the table. 

“whichever team loses has to drink a shot of tequila too.” sungchan giggled, clearly drunk as he hunched over the table about to puke at any moment… to be honest, the amount of alcohol you consumed tonight was starting to get to your head as well.

“shit–sungchan when i get my hands on you,” you laughed as you and winter poured each other more liquor. the two of you clinked your glasses together and took another shot.

he came up behind you and held you in a tight embrace, resting his hands on your hips as you pressed your lips onto his. one thing came to another–and here you were, atop sungchan’s lap. there were about ten people in the room aside from you and him, but you couldn’t care less. 

sungchan palmed your ass and pulled you closer to him, settling your clothed pussy atop the bulge in his jeans. his tongue tangled with yours as you began to rock your hips back and forth on top of him. he let out a groan as you rubbed yourself against him.

“fuck, sungchan i’m so wet–”

“i know you are…you want me to take care of you?”

you nod, and he tells you to stay there as he searches for a condom from one of his friends. you couldn’t care less if he used a condom or not–leaving you here alone and horny wasn’t a good look..

suddenly, you felt someone’s grip on your wrist, pulling you upstairs and into one of the open rooms. you looked up as he dragged you, spotting a familiar face. he dragged you into the room and locked the door behind him. 

“anton–what the fuck.. why are you here–”

“what are you doing?” he replied, voice deep. you’ve never seen him this angry. it was kinda turning you on. “why were you all up on him?” 

“it’s none of your business anton–we broke up, remember?” you said harshly. you noticed the flush of red on the tip of his ears. “anton…you’re drunk–”

“don’t tell me you aren’t.” he whined, looking down at you. “i–i can’t think straight–i can’t handle us not being together baby, i can’t handle seeing anyone touch you–”

you pulled his face towards you, crashing your lips onto his as the taste of beer hit your tongue. his hands grabbed your sides as he pressed his body closer to yours, leading you backwards and onto the bed.

“i’m–i’m so sorry for treating you so badly babygirl–” he cried into your mouth. “you mean so much to me, i can’t imagine you not in my life…” he pulled you onto the bed fully, crawling on top of you. “is this fine? i’m sorry…i can stop, we’re not thinking right–”

“chanyoung, just put your dick in me.” you slapped his shoulder lightly and ran your hand down his bicep. 

“i don’t have a condom–” 

“it’s fine, i’ll take a morning after.”

your palms raised to his face, one hand running through his hair as your lips danced together. he pulled away briefly, unbuckling his belt and discarding it to the floor as he began to work the zipper on his jeans. anton pulled his pants and boxers down, exposing the length of his cock. 

“are you sure i can put it in baby? you’d let me?” he whimpered.

“yes–yes i’d always let you tony–” you cried, pulling down your skirt and panties–a long string of slick connecting the fabric and your pussy together.

anton didn’t want to know whether you got wet for him or the filth of a man who dared to even look in your direction; he just wanted to feel you around him. 

he pressed his index and middle finger between your legs briefly, spreading your pussy lips and coating his fingers with your juices before bringing his hand to his mouth, licking it clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

you moaned in response–but before you could say something in return you felt the heat of anton’s tip pressed against your hole, earning a quiet gasp from your lips.

“you’re doing so good for me–” he panted as he pushed his cock further in. “babygirl i know you can take it, you have so many times before–just one more time for me baby…” you nodded, whimpering as he slid his full length into you. “shit–she’s tighter than i remember…”

it was all for him. you haven’t had sex with anybody since you’ve broken up with anton in hopes of him crawling back to you. 

“can i move? does it hurt?”

“yes–please tony…” that was all he needed before he began to thrust deep inside you. hell–you would think anton would build up the pace over time, but no; anton needed you bad.

“mmh–i missed you so much…i missed this pretty pussy so much…tell me you missed me too baby.” he whimpered.

“i missed you so, so much tony–” you replied before he flipped you over and forced you on your hands and knees. he held your ass in the air and thrusted from behind, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

“i know–i know you did baby, nobody could fuck you this good–right?” he smacked your bare ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. “yeah, nobody could–only i can touch you like this.”

you buried your face into the pillow, arching your back as his dick hit your sweet spot oh-so-good. “i’m gonna cum tony–”

“yeah? you’re gonna cum for me babygirl? is that right?” he whispered, bringing his arm around you and pressing his fingers to your clit. you moaned into the pillow, scared the people downstairs might hear you. “does this feel good? you gonna cum?” he rubbed your clit faster, thrusting into you at the same rapid speed.

you cried. “yes, yesyesyes fuck, tony i’m gonna cum–”

anton let out a sharp whimper as his dick gave out on him–painting your walls white with his cum. he slowly fucked it into you, moaning loud.

“baby, i’m gonna fill you up so much...” he cried. “yeah, you’re gonna be full of my kids–my cum leakin’ out of this pussy while everyone’s tryna get a piece of you…” 

you came to your release shortly after, moaning into the pillow as you squirted all over anton’s dick. 

“yeah, just like that babygirl–i’m gonna show this off, gonna show everyone you’re squirting for me. i know you want that…” he whimpered.

“baby…” you cried.

“shhh, it’s okay, tony’s taking care of you…” he said softly, running his fingers through your hair, your face still pressed into the pillow.

“tony’s here…i’m here now…”

@ayacai °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 2026

a man who yearns is a man who earns

happy anton birthday week 🎂 🦕♥️

slight angst but lots of slowburn. anton yearnermaxxing. mutual pining since the beginning. warning: suggestive near the end. DRYHUMPING only dw :P reader kisses his tattoo.

5830 words. this was drafted as a listicle/headcanons, but i got away again so its all narrated like that... mian TOT/ hehe some parts were inspired by the first frost 😁 enjoy 💕

ㅤㅤ𖢒♡⠀ㅤ⠀ ͜͝ . ֹೃ ㅤ⠀손 틈새로 바라봐,⠀⠀love⠀⠀is⠀⠀so⠀⠀blind⠀ㅤ𑣿ྀི

ㅤㅤㅤ .⠀⠀ ˚⠀⠀ ⠀✿†⠀⠀⠀私はあなたに一目惚れした。⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀˚ ࿔

boy best friend 2

ft. lee anton

a/n; oh to have all my plans ruined by needy anton..💔

cw: fwb situation, cursing, he’s horny as hell, baby what plot.., smut — dry humping, eating puh, p in v, no condom ( be smart ), male moaning !!!, talking a luh nasty👀

summary: leaving anton’s apartment after everything blew over with your roommate wasn’t as easy as you thought it was gonna be. the apartment was just so nice and.. has so many usable surfaces and like. yeah.

<- previous

this is how it usually started. you were hanging out in anton’s room, both of you laid in his bed and being super social by sending each other tiktoks depspite being right in front of each other. it was the perfect, most innocent, friend activity. until it wasn’t. anton’s head landed heavily on your flat shoulder,

“i wanna fuck you so badly…”

NSFW audio!

anton comes home from work and gives you what you've been waiting for.

₊ anton ❤︎᭮ ⠀ 𑁯 𓈒 ՞ drunk off u 🍶 08012026

ⓘ : drunk sex / intoxication, explicit smut (oral + penetrative), messy sex (spit, slick, cum leaking, soaked sheets), praise kink, light filth / dirty talk, overstimulation, crying from being overwhelmed, pinning / light manhandling, switch dynamics (starts sub, flips to dom), creampie

👼🏻 : hi me is back …

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

MAKE U FEEL BETTER ‪‪❤︎‬ anton lee

synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. anton could never let you go to sleep mad at him.

a/n: anton in lee youngji's video. that's it. (i need us anton biases to hide him..)

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it was 7:42 PM.

you had just gotten off of your long exhausting shift from the hospital. patients all day had been yelling at you, demanding things you couldn’t even give them, and just being straight up rude— being home was the only thing that was on your mind the whole day.

as the door opened, you peered into the kitchen.

anton was sitting at the kitchen island on his phone— already in his pajamas. he immediately looked up and smiled at you.

“hi, baby girl.”

you gave a small smile. “hi.”

anton made his way over to you, hands soon finding the back of your waist to pull you into a small comforting hug. he had his chin pressed on the top of your head.

“busy day today?”

you nodded, sighing into his chest. “mhm..”

he then let you out of his grasp, watching you walk towards the pan on the stove.

but.. the pan was empty.

great..!

“where’s the food?” you turned your head back to glance at anton.

he stared back at you, “i ate it,” he let out a small chuckle. “what’s wrong?”

“what do you mean, what’s wrong? did you not care to leave me some?”

“i just got home an hour ago, it was something small.” he shrugged. “you can cook yourself, that’s why i left the pan there.”

you paused. did he really just say that?

"what did you say?"

"i said you can cook."

anger fumed in your mind.

seriously, what was wrong with him?

already being home from a hectic day at work, you were at your breaking point.

“i can cook?" you scoffed. "anton, you sound like a jerk right now.” before you could continue and explode even more, you stopped yourself. you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

anton stood still in the same place, observing whatever was happening right now in this moment. you then walked off and took your bag into the bedroom you and him shared.

“w-where are you going?” he spoke, trying to follow you.

“i’m showering.”

before he could say anything, you shut the door to the room— leaving him now staring at the white door. he sighed, rubbing both of his hands on his eyes.

inside of the bedroom, you could feel the literal steam coming out of your ears and mouth.

after your shower, you had calmed down much more.. but you were still irritated from anton’s response. you opened the bathroom door to see anton laying on his side of the bed like always. he flicked his head up away from his book he was reading to look up at you exiting the bathroom. you glanced at him for what felt like two seconds, before you walked out of the room. he furrowed his brows and put his book down.

you laid onto the couch in the living room, pulling one of the big blankets you and anton had bought for the living room specifically. the big blanket was now pulled over you comfortably, making you now very sleepy.

before you could fully fall asleep, you felt a presence right next to you. you didn't have to look to know who it was.

anton crouched down beside the couch, resting one hand against the cushion as he leaned closer.

“.. are you actually sleeping on the couch?” he asked quietly.

instead of answering, you simply turned onto your other side, facing your back to him. you tugged the blanket up under your chin more.

anton let out the smallest sigh. ".. yeah," he mumbled to himself. "i deserve that."

a moment later, you felt the couch shift again.

his arms carefully wrapped around your waist from behind, hesitant at first, almost like he was testing whether you'd push him away. when you didn't, he slowly melted into you instead, holding you against his chest.

you felt yourself relax a bit, feeling the warmth of anton.

his chin rested lightly against your shoulder before he buried his face into the back of your neck, pressing the gentlest kiss there.

"hey.." his voice was barely above a whisper. "i'm sorry."

another soft kiss. "please don't be upset at me."

you stayed quiet.

he knew you were awake, and he also knew you needed time.

".. i know you had a tough day." he continued after a few seconds. "i should've known to at least make you dinner."

his grip tightened just a little around your waist. "i'm sorry for being inconsiderate.. and telling you that you could just cook your own food." he sighed against your skin. "i wasn't thinking clearly."

he paused, rubbing slow circles against your side with his thumb.

"you work so hard.."

his voice softened even more.

".. you deserve to be pampered when you come home."

he nuzzled further into the crook of your neck.

"i'm sorry.." he whispered. "i miss you a lot too. sleeping in an empty bed tonight wouldn't make anything better."

there was another stretch of silence.

".. do you forgive me?"

you stayed still for another few seconds, letting every word settle.

still tucked comfortably in his arms, you gave the tiniest nod— it was barely noticeable.. and to be exact, you were still just being a little stubborn.

anton couldn't help but smile.

his hand gently cupped your cheek, carefully turning your face toward him just enough for your eyes to meet.

there was nothing but guilt and affection.

he leaned forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips before pulling back just enough for his forehead to brush yours.

"c'mon," he smiled hovering over your lips.

"use your words, baby."

".. yes."

his smile immediately grew. before you could say anything else, one arm slipped beneath your knees while the other reached behind your back.

"anton—"

you let out the tiniest laugh as he effortlessly lifted you into a princess carry. your arms naturally looped around his neck, your face finding its usual spot against him.

".. my poor baby," he murmured as he carried you down the hallway.

you smiled to yourself before leaving a trail of tiny kisses along his jaw, then another against his cheek.

".. there she is." he chuckled quietly.

by the time he carried you into the bedroom, the only light left was the little lamp on the nightstand. its warm, golden glow filled the room, making everything feel softer.

anton carefully lowered you onto the bed— pulling the comforter over you, making sure you were completely tucked in before climbing into bed beside you.

with one hand, he reached over and switched off the lamp.

darkness settled around the room, and almost immediately, his arms found you again. he pulled you against his chest until there wasn't even the smallest gap between you.

you let out the quietest sigh, your forehead resting beneath his chin as his hand slowly rubbed up and down your back.

maybe that was all you needed.

just your boyfriend holding you close after a long day, reminding you that no matter how stressful life became— you never had to carry it alone.