#anton lee x male reader

[oimitocat]

IF I TOUCH YA… | OS

༘۠ anton x m!reader

༘۠ nonidol! au + swimmer!anton + swimmer!reader + rivals with benefits + angst + nsfw + shower sex + technically public sex

༘۠ a/n: i’m still new to riize, please spare me. i’m sorry if this suck, i’m literally trying to get back into my writing mojo. [i’m trying because shotaro and sungchan redebuted ;( ] angst cus i LOVE angst ;)

“DAMNIT!” you growl, slamming your fist against the shower door.

anton, anton, anton.

that’s the only thing— the only name bouncing around your head. the (beautiful) idiot beat you by a—

“SECOND. A FUCKING SECOND!” you fume, the hot water running down your back doesn’t help, the steam giving you comedic energy with your emotions.

it’s a reoccurring situation, you beat him one day, he beats you another day. yet this whole week he’s been beating you by mere seconds.

“n/n…” his soft voice comes out from outside the shower stall.

“what.” you grunt, angrily scrubbing the shampoo in your hair.

you know he’s standing outside, fidgeting. what you don’t know is how fast his heart is racing, how anxious he is at the sound of you being so angry. he knows you’re competitive, he is too, yet he had always hoped it wouldn’t affect the friendship or companionship he was trying to have with you.

“the hell do you want, lee?”

he takes a deep breath, glancing back at the shower room door. almost everyone had left, except the coach which said he’ll go to his office and watch his anime.

“are you going to sulk like a sore loser or go home de-stressed?”

he jolts when your door flies open with a slam. you’re glaring at him but his eyes fly down, below your hips. he’s not hiding anything, why would he? he came inside the shower room with purpose, no towel on with purpose.

“so that wasn’t a one time thing?” you question, raising a brow.

he hesitates, looking around and playing innocent. “did you want it to?”

he gasps when you yank him by the wrist. he’s genuinely surprised at how fast you accepted the invitation, he thought you’d put up more of a fight but no, clearly you wanted your vengeance. he almost pushes you away, but your lips on his is just a beautiful feeling. this is the only time you actually give him something other than a glare or competitive comments. he’s all bark no bite, this is exactly how you two tangoed the first time, except that time you only took a blowjob from him.

left his throat sore and his tongue felt heavy during the entirety of the next day, the ghost of your dick in his mouth there.

he’s not a virgin, by no means, but he’s never done something this crazy. fucking in the shower room? what if someone forgot their shampoo or something and tries to come in? what if their coach decided to do his job and actually check up on you two for once?

you grip his hips, pushing him against the stall wall, the water still running. your lips are over his neck, nipping and kissing. he gets lost in that sensation, his hands coming up to mess with your wet hair.

your body is hot, the water burning your skin. he’s not a hot shower person, so apart from him already feeling sweaty in your hands, the steam isn’t helping with his libido. he tugs at your hair when you trail down his chest and stomach. his hips twitch forward as you go lower. he’s so hard it’s embarrassing.

“don’t look at me as if i’d help you with it.”

and you embarrass him. of course you do.

“you clean?” you ask as you come back up and eye his plush, wet lips.

his eyes are naturally doe, you almost find it cute. (who are you kidding, it absolutely is. you wanna to destroy him, corrupt him so bad).

“yeah,” his voice is always soft, yet you fell in love with how hoarse and raspy you can make it sound.

“fine, let me show you how much you piss me off,” you growl, placing your hands behind his thighs and swooping him up in one swift movement.

you grunt, forgetting how tall and built this boy is. he cling to you out of fear, his heart racing. this is new to him and doing it with you just brings out a rush he never new he’d experience. yet, despite the arousal and sexual hunger, he eyes you with a hint of perplexion. are you joking? you don’t actually get pissed off at him, right? but of what? him beating you lately or his existence in general?

he can’t ponder about it for more than a mere second before your fingers spread his cheeks apart. he hooks his ankles behind you, securing himself in your hold as you push in. you make a small, almost silent noise when your tip pushes the moist gland.

“h-hold on, grab me right,” he gasps as his arms wrap around your neck again.

“this isn’t easy, idiot,” you huff, “you’re not exactly small or light.”

he closes his eyes when some water drips from the top of his head. yet, when he feels you thrust he snaps them open and gasps.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” you grunt, pulling him down by the hips to slam into him.

it’s taking everything in you to hoist him up and move him. a hardcore arm workout, but one you know you’ll enjoy. you place a soft kiss, contrasting your brutal movements, onto his wet skin, making him moan— his neck is sensitive to kisses. especially with how wet and hot yours are.

from the rush in the moment, you build the pace and stamina to fuck him into the wall. his arms tighten around you, his airy moans echoing softly. he’s trying to be silent just in case, or at least you think. is he always this soft voiced? you grin— could you make him get loud?

you pull out entirely before slamming back inside. his breath hitches and his eyes snap open again.

“ah- oh fuck-!” he squeaks as you slam him down onto you.

his dick flops uselessly between the two of you. your fingers dig into the softness of his flesh in his ass, nails digging into him. you’ll leave marks, he knows it. yet, that’s what he’s hoping for, because where you’ll look at him nasty for doing the drills perfectly or getting praised for his renewed charts , he’ll know those marks happened when you looked at him with something other than hate.

you aim like you’re on a mission, which you are. the wet sound of skin against skin bounces around the shower walls. the running water isn’t loud enough anymore— you’re grunting as you chase your high and anton is letting out high pitched whines.

he presses his cheek against the side of your face. you feel so good, he can feel you splitting him open. he can feel the warmth of your dick inside his equally warm walls.

“y-y/n, you feel so good,” he pants out. “guess you’re good at something.”

fuck. that literally pissed you off. like, maybe not exactly in a way where his words irked you, but in the sense that it drove you to keep proving him right since he clearly wants to be right.

he grunts and moans when you get brutal. you’re growling and digging your nails into his skin.

“ah, ah,” his thighs twitch around your waist, a clear sign he’s getting close and sensitive.

you let out heavy breaths, a gruttal moan leaves your throat as you feel your climax building.

“imagine coach comes in here and sees his best swimmer getting fucked like a slut,” you cackle between your grunts. you feels his hole clench around you and you can’t help but feel amused at that. “you wanna get caught being a slut? what would the school think?” his breathing turns more erratic, “what would your daddy think?”

“fuck- y/n stop,” he tries but you just feel so good slamming into him that he just sounds stupid.

“the district stars fucking in the shower rooms, what a header,” you grin as you push your hips flush into his reddened ass cheeks, spilling deep into him.

he shudders, your warm seed sending him over the edge. he can’t even bask in the post-orgasm for a second because you pull out and set him back on his feet. you feel the pull in your shoulder blades, this is going to be embedded in your muscles for a while. yet you don’t find yourself showing any shred of care for him when you notice how wobbly his legs are.

“just watch, i’ll make sure you become a good fuck more than a good swimmer, lee.” you grunt, stepping out of the shower stall while glaring at him.

his heart aches, but he just throws you a lazy, lustful smile. because he knows that as long as he beats you, you’ll take out your anger on him.

and that would mean he’ll mean something to you. one way or another.

[illness-cupid]

bff!anton fucks male!reader (yaoi) ♡

"you like that?" anton asked, fucking your ass with intensity, the boy's hands almost crushed your waist as he thrust his dick into you mercilessly. your cock dripped with each thrust, you felt like you were going to melt from so much pleasure, this was your first time being fucked by a boy. for a minute you were grateful to be in the doggy position, after all, maybe you didn't have enough courage to look into your best friend's eyes while he destroyed you.

"fuck!" you said in a choked moan as you brought your hand to your own cock, masturbating it in an attempt to reach your own orgasm more quickly. you were very close to your peak due to the prostate stimulation you were receiving, anton's dick was huge, huge enough to leave you breathless and moan loudly like a girl. you heard a guttural laugh coming from the boy's throat and the thrusts started to get more intense.

"you moan like a whore." he said pulling your hair back to have more access to your neck, you were only wearing a band shirt and anton had his chest bare and boxers down, a real delicious mess. "cum for me." he ordered biting your neck. in a few minutes you felt anton's semen flood your insides, which was enough for you to cum too, dirtying the sheets.

"i'm not done with you yet." the boy said, turning you to look at him. "let's make a bet, if you keep quiet, maybe i'll let you sleep tonight." he rubbed his dick against yours.

[jameui]

A LOVE TEXT AWAY - Jung Sungchan & Anton Lee

CHAPTER INDEX

PAIRING: RIIZE's Jung Sungchan & Anton Lee x M!Reader

SUMMARY: After a very weird confession over text, things started to go downhill for you, but not entirely, only until two boys came into your life and changed your life forever.

NOTE(s): may contain explicit content that's not suitable for younger viewers. please read at your own risk.

[ back to home page ] [ start at chap. 001 ]

TABLE OF CONTENTS

chap. 000_character introductions [sueper sluths] [two guys and one gay]

chap. 001_the weird rejection

chap. 002_ice cream date

chap. 003_time to make up

chap. 004_the partner

chap. 005_what a day

chap. 006_who are you?

chap. 007_the love of my life

chap. 008_not everything is about you

chap. 009_unexpected meeting

chap. 010_fucking crazy

chap. 011_the project

[boydepartment]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.⋆｡ “i wish…”: anton lee x m!reader (PT. 2)

angst - fluff - masterlist - pt1 - wc - 300-350

the next time you saw anton was when they had a live event in the states again. you were nervous again and your hands were shaking.

the air felt light to everyone but you as you were guided backstage. you could hear fun loud chatter and fans excitement throughout the hallways.

you should be excited to see your friend

if he was just your friend

when you got backstage your saw anton’s dad and made small talk with him, just trying to distract yourself from having to see his son again. you felt guilty almost, and this guilty feeling inside of you just kept lingering even after the fun event shenanigans. you were so caught up in everything and your own emotions that it made everything draining and not fun.

to everyone else though, you looked fine. you looked happy.

you thought you were masking your feelings really well.

your high school friends chatted at the restaurant dinner table, they kept asking anton questions about his life now. you messed with your straw just staring at the ice in the glass. you wish you could just freeze yourself, then you’d just wake up 100 years from now and you wouldn’t have to worry about this feeling.

“are you even allowed to date?” one of your mutuals asked, this broke you out of your concentration. you watched as anton answered, laughing slightly, brushing hair out of his face. you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“well… i mean not- not publicly- i don’t know it’s complicated.” a few giggles escaped anton and you wanted to bury yourself. his words again ringing in your head

i wish you were a girl

if you were a girl, i’d marry you

the words kept ringing in your head again, taunting you. quickly you stood up grabbing your wallet and slamming a 20 on the table, “that’ll cover me, i- i need to go.”

you quickly pocketed your wallet and phone and got out of the restaurant like your ass was on fire.

you walked down the street a smalls ways away, it was dark and you were sure no one followed you. at one of the closed stores you leaned against the brick wall and covered your face.

the lump in your throat becoming too hard to swallow, you squatted down and started to cry in your hands.

it was hard enough hiding being gay from all your friends, but hearing anton’s words in your head almost 24/7 after that night a few weeks ago was a form of medieval torture.

“seriously what the hell is your problem today?”

you almost jumped out of your skin hearing his voice, you looked up and saw anton standing there, right when he saw you were upset his face softened and he quickly fell to his knees to help you.

“y/n? what’s going on come on talk to me!” anton softly held your biceps and tried to get you to look at him.

you kept shaking your head no and crying, it was too much, he was too much.

you didn’t want to be in love with him anymore

you yourself started to wish you were a girl because maybe then you’d have the privilege of marrying him like he said.

“y/n..! please… i can’t help if i don’t know…” anton’s voice got even softer and you couldn’t believe it.

“i broke up with her because she wasn’t a boy.” you stuttered out while crying still. your hair was messy and your sweater felt like it was choking you.

anton’s brows furrowed, “what the hell are you talking about?” it wasn’t attitude he was giving you. it was confusion.

“i didn’t- i dont- i-“ you were panicking now, you wanted to tell him. everything in you wanted to tell him.

anton scooted closer and tried to wipe your face off with his sleeves, “you can tell me i won’t judge you or anything…”

“my first serious girlfriend, the one you thought i was going to marry,” you took a deep breath, “the only thing wrong with her was that she wasn’t a guy.”

once again anton looked confused, “why would that- oh.”

you looked away from him, you didn’t want to face him at all, “i’m sorry..”

anton took a deep breath, “is this why you’ve been weird with me?”

you looked at him, “what are you talking about?” your confused tear stained face was a sight to behold to any passerby’s

“you’ve been distant and sad…” anton said looking in your eyes, he took a deep breath, “i wanted to ask what was wrong but i didn’t want to pry… was this the weight on your chest?”

your heart beat quickened and before even thinking you said it, “no i- i am um… i am also in love with you- i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i dont want to be and im scared and i know im not a girl-“

anton’s soft hands grabbed the sides of your face before he smashed his lips on yours. so quickly you fell back and gently hit your head behind you on the brick wall. quickly anton pulled away to ask if you were okay but you just chased his lips and kissed him again.

[kaiyunsim]

80’s makeout session —

pairing : idol!anton x non-idol gn!reader

summary : you and your boyfriend, anton, haven’t seen eachother for a while so you and his members decide to surprise him (features wonbin + shotaro + seunghan)

warnings : fluff, making out, anton being lwk touch starved

a/n : first riize fic ! hope u guys enjoy :3 also i wrote this in like 30 mins so yeah !

— w/c : ~1k — not proof read ! —

anton was always a person who liked to show affection, even if it was embarrassing for him. his members would make it their mission to try and tease him as much as possible whenever you were mentioned.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen anton since he’s been busy with his group, preparing for their upcoming comeback. he’s been texting you over and over saying how much he misses you. if the members ever saw your conversations, they would never let him hear the end of it.

missing his contact as well, you decide to take a peak at his schedule and see he has a show soon. now wanting to surprise him, you contact wonbin and see if he’ll let you in backstage. after asking the company, he was actually able to get you a backstage ticket as staff.

you make it to the concert, walking into the backstage to meet up with wonbin. you got some snacks earlier as a thank you to him for letting you in without anton knowing. you see him waiting outside, leaning on the wall, trying to appear nonchalant. you found it funny.

“hey wonbin, thanks for letting me in” you thank him before handing him the package of snacks. you can see his nonchalantness leave him for a moment as he smiles at the food but as soon as he realized he puts the straight face back on.

“we should be thanking you,” wonbin argued, “anton wouldn’t stop talking about how much he missed you”

you giggle at his word but you aren’t surprised. after all, he would always text you about how he would miss you.

wonbin takes you to an empty preparation room before leaving you there to go and grab anton. after a short delay, the door creeks open to reveal the tall brachio boy in front of you who appears stunned that you are in front of him.

“y/n..?” he spurts out, mouth opened from not expecting anything. wonbin told him that there was a surprise here but anton thought he was kidding.

you open you arms reaching for a hug before he closes the door and runs over to give you one. “oh my fucking god i miss you so much,” anton mumbles into your shoulder, “we’re so busy with the comeback and tours”

“i know, but i’m here right now,” you reply with a smile, giggling after being able to see your boyfriend after so long. “i missed you too”

anton takes any remaining words out of your mouths with a much needed kiss with lots of feeling. you could tell he needed it and too be honest, you needed it as well. he leans into you, further deepening the kiss increasing both of your heart rates.

you pull out of the kiss, regaining your breath, “jesus, someone’s needy for some kisses,” you tease anton.

“of course i am, i haven’t seen you in forever. this is the best surprise the hyungs got” he smiles, giving you butterflies in you stomach. how can someone be so cute?

anton digs in for another kiss, this time you lean into him. you could tell he was all giggly cause his hands were on you waist keeping you from leaning in further.

“calm down there y/n,” he chuckled, his smile looking bigger than ever.

“okay then anton, whatever you say,” you roll your eyes but while you’re distracted he kisses you again.

the small sound of the door behind him opens up to shotaro, “the show is starting soon so get ready,” shotaro’s eyes slowly dart to you, “oh and hi y/n,” his voice softer and offering a wave before leaving to get his finishing touches done.

“you should leave and get pretty,” you joke, looking at his messed up makeup.

“you better be here after the show,” he says looking as cute as ever.

some more knocks are followed by that last statement, “hurry up anton, stop making out already,” it was likely the voice of seunghan.

anton flushes, “looks like i should go” he says as you give him a giggly nod. you know his hyungs are going to tease him for this but both of you think its all worth it.

[solkver]

riize's reaction to you texting them yo twin ꩜

#%! smau under the cut

#%! established relationship, rii7e x gender neutral reader

content warning! profanities, mildly suggestive themes

pronouns! they/them [gender neutral]

i. OSAKI SHOTARO ꩜

ii. SONG EUNSEOK ꩜

iii. JUNG SUNGCHAN ꩜

iv. PARK WONBIN ꩜

v. HONG SEUNGHAN ꩜

vi. LEE SOHEE ꩜

vii. LEE ANTON ꩜

author's note! first rii7e oneshot hope yall enjoy this 😁 currently working on the updates of airdrop rn so see yall there!

© solkver 2024 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms. thank you.

[mins-fins]

LABYRINTH (L.CH)

SUMMARY . . . it's really easy to just say "i'm fine" and go on with it, anton doesn't take it, though.

PAIRING . . . anton lee x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, light light angst

WARNINGS . . . mentions of sleep deprivation

WORD COUNT . . . 0.7k

NOTES . . . *taps mic* hi anton lovers, hi again riize fandom, i love anton hes just so 😢 anyway i didn't willingly make this the demons stole my computer and typed it out for me 🙏 *crowd cheers and applauses and fire alarms go off and the place explodes*

. . . my beloved mother (aka the best and only elif i know) @jinkiseason asked to be tagged so here you go (you better read this 😡) (i made it in your wc range/j)

"y/n".

said boy startles, almost hitting his head on the counter. he groans, covering his face for a moment. once his eyesight registers, he looks up to see his roommate, whose eyes are focused on the textbooks set on the kitchen counter. "shit sorry, what time is it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"it's two am" y/n swears he almost gasps out loud when he hears. two? as in two in the morning? that can't be.. "i— i'm sorry did i disturb you? i didn't mean to fall asleep i just—"

"no no" anton cuts into his sentence. "your not disturbing me.. i— why are you sleeping on the kitchen counter?"

how long did i doze off for?

"i was.." y/n pauses as he catches anton's gaze, he recognizes that gaze. he's seen it from his parents, his older siblings, his ex lovers, his friends, and just.. strangers. anton already knows how he's going to respond. "studying".

anton closes his eyes, sighing, and y/n feels that recognizable shame curl in his gut. "y/n.. what time did you start studying?"

y/n goes silent once again, disappointedly looking down at the kitchen counter as he begins to drag his finger up and down it, trying to distract himself. he feels another curl of shame in his gut when he hears anton sigh, again.

"y/n—"

"i know i know, i'm sorry" he immediately says, feeling like he did something wrong, anton's tone of voice was really stressing him out, he hated that tone of voice, he hated the way it was so recognizable and how anxious it made him feel. "i didn't mean to upset you".

anton simply blinks, then shakes his head. "it's not your fault" he whispers, walking up to y/n and rubbing a hand up and down his back. "y/n i worry about you".

y/n musters up a smile, but he's so tired he can't even keep it up, frowning immediately. "i have so many exams this week.. this is my best bet—"

"no, you need to sleep".

y/n chuckles sleepily, his eyes barely able to stay open. "it's okay, i can rest after my exams are ove—"

"do you really think i'm gonna let you do that?"

y/n pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. he almost laughs once again, but he stays silent. anton looks at him for a moment; then closes his textbook. "come on".

"come on where?"

"your going to sleep" anton states, he doesn't ask or even wait for an answer, he just says it like he knows what he's doing. y/n looks at him like he just said something crazy, but anton doesn't budge.

"what?"

anton looks at him for a split second, sighing. "i don't want you to disagree with me, your going to sleep whether you like it or not".

y/n scoffs; "i'm not even tire—"

"its two in the morning, you studied all day, you are going to sleep".

anton grabs his arm, helping him stand up and dragging him away from the kitchen counter. y/n lightly yelps, but it's quiet. "anton, seriously, i don't need sleep, i'm fine i don't—"

"you need to stop trying to argue with me" anton mutters, turning on the sink and handing y/n his toothbrush. "i care about you, and your going to sleep, whether you like it or not".

y/n finally sighs, he stops trying to argue with anton, which makes the other smile. he grabs his toothbrush, hoping he's not that tired and can successfully do it.

"when was the last time you even got a full eight hours?"

y/n gives anton a look, not being able to respond because he's brushing his teeth, he lightly shoves his shoulder and anton laughs. that's pretty ironic considering anton barely gets sleep himself.

"your talking about eight hours?" y/n says, rinsing his mouth before looking back up. "you barely get sleep yourself".

"yeah but this is about you is it not?"

"i hate you".

anton deadpans for a moment, snickering. "no you don't" he easily responds, smiling. "now chop chop, you need to sleep".

"don't rush me".

"i will if i want to! come on, sleep!"

y/n sighs, yawning, but follows.

[oracle-of-dream]

I can't even with Riize rn...

They're just all so fine, it's so difficult not to pay attention to them. And they're so close to the camera it's like they're in my face and so beautiful too! I'm a huge Sungchan fan, he's so adorable in this photo but his arms are still huge– Ugh... They never miss!

Their newest comeback with Impossible sounds fantastic! I hope one day they'll reunite as 7. But I'll keep my opinions on that matter out of this post <3

[orecana]

Ghostly companion

riize anton lee x Male reader

Hello everyone. Orecana here with another fic for you guys. This is a request from none other than @ldrei because i'm on the hit list....

Anyways i hope you guys like it and thank you to everyone who has supported me so far.

Warnings: This fic contains

Angst

horror

Smut

Belly bulge and cum inflation

dom bottom reader (yes this is my first dom bottom fic)

sub top male idol

If you don't like any of these things, then please get the fuck out

Y/n was shoved into his locker by his bullies as he coughs up blood. he weakly looks up at his bullies to see them snickering at him. he scoffs at their behavior

"what are you laughing at?"

"at your weak ass."

they hit y/n again as he coughs up even more blood

"look at you! can't even handle a punch."

Y/n could only lay there at their mercy as they hit him again and again. he couldn't scream nor can he even cry. he was used to getting hit all over again for being gay. he would always get tormented by teachers, students even townsfolk.

they would make fun of him call him a sin and even put him on multiple religious ceremonies where they cut his flesh and put him on campfires while sprouting holy nonsense.

He wanted to end his life. he stood on a high cliff overlooking the city. he whispers his final wish before he lets himself fall off.

*splash, crack*

Everybody surrounded the body, the children were mortified while the adults cheered at the sin being cleansed.

However, people starts dying one by one after that. their corpses cut into pieces but the cause of death was unknown. slowly but surely the town became cold and deserted.

*timeskip*

The town was soon rebuilt. It has became one of the more peaceful towns but offerings were always made at the cliff of the mountains because they felt pity for the boy.

A car is seen stopping in front of a house. A young boy is seen leaving it with his parents following suit. They stand together looking at the house before them. it was a normal house painted white with windows.

"This is our new home anton."

the boy nods as he goes inside the house while his parents get the luggage. he was surprised on how wide it is. How cozy.

He goes upstairs to see 4 rooms, 2 on the left and 1 on the right. the one in the middle however is sealed and locked tight with several warning tapes covering it.

he looks at the room to his right, seeing a large area with a large bed. this is probably his parents' room. He looks at the one of the rooms to his left. it looks neat and tidy with a shelf of books and a desk. he tries to look at the other room but the door closes itself in front of him.

the door has a letter on it saying

"DO NOT ENTER!"

"weird" anton thought.

"anton! come and eat takeout!"

hearing his mom, anton goes down unaware of the door reopening by itself.

*timeskip*

Anton had just finished showering and is currently drying his hair. He looks at the mirror and reaches out for the toothpaste he placed near it. he takes his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. he then looks at the mirror again to brush his teeth only to find a boy in a kimono staring back at him. he was frightened and look back only to find nothing. hesitatingly. he looks back at the mirror to find the boy even closer to him. he wanted to scream for help, what the hell?!

But the boy put his fingers to his lips as if it is telling him to not scream. he then takes something out of his kimono. A mask and he wears it.

"hello? hello. IT WORKS!"

Anton looks at the boy who is flying around happily.

"I can finally talk! it has been so long!"

"wait wait hold on who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"hmm? but this is my- oh yeah i'm dead so this is no longer mine."

"wait, what do you mean you're dead?!"

"i stand by what i said. i am a spirit/ghost that is residing in this house because this is where i chose to reside."

"what kind of nonsense are you sprouting? there is no such thing as-"

the boy immediately drops his mask and reveal his face which full of blood. his eyes empty and hollow, his skin sickly pale and mouth full of sharp teeth. he is also tongueless.

"ghost...."

the boy lets out a inhuman sigh as he puts the mask back on

"I know there are people who don't believe in spirits or what not, but come on! i appeared out of nowhere and my face is nowhere near alive."

Anton scratches his hair awkwardly.

"oh yeah... you were brushing your teeth, continue what you're doing, we'll talk again later."

the boy disappears as anton lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. This is his first ever time meeting a thing he didn't believe existed. all of his good mood earlier seems to be flushed down the drain from that encounter.

nevertheless, he brushes his teeth and goes to his closet to get his clothes. once he wore them and settle down on his bed, he feels the spot of the bed near him sink down. he turns his head to find that boy again.

"are you gonna tell me your origins tho?"

"funny thing is that i don't remember, that's why i can't go yet. i have to know first."

"at least you remember something right?"

"i only know that someone used to call me pharm."

"Well i know what to call you"

"awwww. you like me already? you seems so afraid of me tho"

"you appeared out of nowhere! you want me to not be scared?

"you got a point."

a silence passes by as they are left to ponder their thoughts

"Do you want to help me find out my memories?"

Anton thought about it for a second. It could be very dangerous encountering other ghosts, not all of them are as nice as pharm. But he felt like he made a friend out of the ghost already.

"Sure, i want you to find peace."

"Really, thank you uhhh...."

"Anton. Anton lee at your service"

"i hope we become best friends anton!"

the boy raises his kimono for a handshake which anton hesitatingly accepts but surprisingly he felt hands in there.

"this is my favorite kimono so i always wore it, it's also large it helps hide most of the damage."

"oh...."

pharm looks around but his eyes widened when he spots the clock.

"shibal! look at the time! a high schooler like you should get all the sleep you could get especially with that body."

Anton looks at pharm with a shocked face.

"How did you-?"

"you do know that i saw your upper half while you're in the shower right?"

Anton felt embarrassed for some reason. as a swimmer you shouldn't be embarrassed about showing your toned body.

"what school will you attend though?"

"Stone Music academy?"

Suddenly pharm grips his head as he screams. Anton sits up shocked and tries to hold the boy but his arms pass through.

Pharm body starts to become invisible and it keeps glitching in and out.

"pharm! what's going on?"

it was painful for the ghost. it felt like multiple sharp things piercing him all at once.

"it hurts! it hurts"

the ghost was crying blood as it flows down his face.

slowly but surely the pain stops and his body is back to normal. he feels so exhausted however.

"i'm sorry, anton-kun. let me lean on you tonight. i feel so tired...."

Anton kinda felt bad for pharm but he was worried his arms might pass through again. he slowly put his hands onto the ghost and was surprised to see that it actually came in contact. anton blushed at this.

"it feels so intimate"

"thank you anton-kun."

Anton eyes felt heavy as he lays there with pharm until he eventually falls asleep.

*timeskip*

Anton stands in front of his new school and looks around. The garden looks very pretty and the school stands tall, filled with many floors and buildings.

"hey, can i tag along?"

Anton looks at his right and almost jumped at the sight of pharm floating near him.

"you know people might stare at me if i talk to you?"

"I know that's why i will only come when necessary. Besides Last night i remembered something."

Anton looks surprised as pharm looks back at him with a look of seriousness.

"yeah, i learned that i used to study here and... was bullied... for what i don't know."

Anton subconsciously clenches his fist. He and his parents have always been very righteous and accepting towards everyone so knowing that pharm used to get bullied makes him to pass on even more, to help him find peace.

Anton held out his hand. disregarding his words before.

"let me help you investigate, you shouldn't suffer anymore."

pharm looks at him in disbelief, his eyes wide.

"thank you, no one has ever said that to me before."

pharm smiles through his mask, even tho he's dead anton feels warm inside.

"let's go."

Anton nods and step foot into academy grounds, from this point onwards he will look for clues to help pharm pass on into the afterlife.

He goes on forward to the office to get his schedule and continue onwards to his class. He knocks the door and hears a rough voice.

"come in"

Anton opens the door to meet a class of students and an adult teacher who really needs a shave and caffeine. He looks at anton in a slightly menacing way before gesturing him to sit.

anton sits in an empty desk in the back and takes out his materials.

"before i begin today's classes, Anyone here respect the lgbtq?"

Almost half of the class raised their hands. The teacher chuckles darkly before slamming his book on his desk. ( little homophobia)

"Let me tell you little brats something, Those faggots and monstrosities are not humans, They're just things that we need to get rid of in this world. i'm telling you this because you're still young kids so you can still change your perspectives."

The other half of the class loudly agrees while anton and the half who raised their hands clench their fists tightly. Anton was so mad that he needed to look out of the window to relax but was confused to see Something flying through the window. His eyes widened at what it was.

"Teacher, duck!"

The teacher look at him angrily but before he could shout, the window on his right shatters as something pierces through his brain. Blood begins to drop from everywhere as the corpse falls down. Everyone was terrified and most of them scrambled out of the class. Anton wanted to get out of there as well but stilled.

"something definitely killed this teacher, it's a supernatural occurrence that's for sure. i should stay here and find some clues."

He stands up and looks around the classroom. he surveyed the window, the glass was everywhere the weapon was thrown with a lot of strength. then he turns around and looks at the body, he was about to pull the weapon out when the door flew open.

"Hey, stop right there!"

The polices rush forward and handcuff anton who tries to struggle free. " you're under arrest for murder."

"wait but i didn't-"

"we'll talk more at the station and with your guardians there."

Anton is slowly led away into the police car. Some students try to speak up for his innocence but it's all brushed off by the police.

however nobody seems to realize that there was something or someone listening to the entire ordeal as they clench their head and hands.

"why.... are.... you...hurting him....again?"

They were in pain again from the memories they recovered, they want to help but how can they? then they saw something follow the police car. their eyes widened, it was as if their body instincts were on because they immediately dashes after the car as well.

"i won't let you hurt him again!"

*timeskip*

Anton is currently in a prison cell while his mother is discussing with the police. his mother knows that anton didn't do it but the police wouldn't think otherwise just because he was the only one near the body.

"i mean there might be some evidence that might prove otherwise you know"

"what else do you need? we caught him as he was killing him?"

"don't you think my son was caught at a bad time?"

"miss, i know you love your son but we caught him pulling out the murder weapon. besides i heard he supports the lgbtq. hahhhah He's definitely the culprit for sure. only fags like him will commit crimes."

"uhh sir please don't"

"oh come on don't you agree? those degenerates of gods should be dead."

suddenly the lights begin flickering as the police keeps sprouting his nonsense. the lights above the police keeps dangling as the apprentice keeps telling him to move.

the lights come crashing down on his head spilling glass everywhere. blood seeps down his entire body as the apprentice scream for his life and the mother at disbelief.

Anton feels hands roaming around his body. he looks around to see a ghost trying to feel his body. he was scared and there was nothing he could do, his arms were handcuffed.

His mother gets the key to unlock the cell and is surprised at seeing the ghost. she tries to get it off but her hands went past it.

"GET OFF MY SON!"

"HAHHAHAH you can't do anything to me!"

"but i can"

A fan cuts the ghost head off as it roars in pain before turning into ash. The mother and son hug. they both look at the ghost who helped. They had a bloody oni mask on with 2 horns sprouting from their head and a bloody dark red kimono. their hands are pale with claws on the end of their fingers, with the right one holding a fan with a hidden blade among them.

Anton should be scared but the ghost has some sense of comfort that he was familiar with.

"pharm?"

hearing the voice made the ghost widens its eyes before returning into its original form.

Anton expected to see the normal pharm but it seems pharm had evolve or some kind, because pharm's face is no longer burned revealing the beauty within. his kimono no longer burned shows a red color with sakura flowers.

"hello auntie, i know you must be confused but please i mean no harm."

Anton hugs pharm ghostly body who returned it.

"thanks for saving me."

They went home and the family kinda had a serious discussion with pharm who real name is y/n

This house was y/n back in the past. He was a orphan who was bullied for being gay. Until one day he decided to commit suicide. He still felt pain but it was better than nothing. However, the many rituals that the townsfolks inflicted on him seems to have summoned many other spirits that eventually possessed the whole town.

He uses his demonic powers that he gain from his death to kill all of them and sealed them in the 2 locked rooms in this house. however because he lost his memories one of the door unlocked causing some of those demons to inhabit the town.

after sharing the general information with anton's family, they had dinner and bonded together. y/n and anton laid on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"you know there was one more thing i didn't tell them."

"what was that?"

Y/n locked his lips together with anton as a wave of memories spread through his mind. how they were once lovers, how y/n killed him because he was possessed, how they cried.

"glad to see that you remembered too, P'dean"

oh how he missed how cheesy they were to call each other by the main leads of until we meet again. but they had always believed in reincarnation.

"missed you too pharm"

They locked lips again, this time with a bit more ferocity. Their tongue entered each other's mouths as they slowly take off the other's clothes. y/n's body was slowly disappearing. they knew they had to be fast. the moment anton's shorts are gone, y/n immediately put that large cock into his hole and immediately ride it. Anton immediately vibrate from the tightness. It had been too long.

"you know-ahh-you would always ahh-rock me into the mattress-ugh but for today-omg-i'll make sure you'll see stars"

y/n clenches harder on the cock making anton whimpers as he drills the cock with strong thrusts.

"heheh, your cock is twitching so much, does it feel that good?"

Anton can only nods as he keeps thrusting into the hot hole.

"ahh ahh heh i feel your precum you know, come on give me all that baby batter, remember how you always wanted to knock me up? Look much your cock is making my belly bulge"

Remembering that only makes him whimpers even more as he ruts even faster into y/n

"yes ahh ahh yes that's it, give-ahh-me-your-CUM"

anton came with a growl, pumping torrents of hot cum into y/n ghostly body. They connected their lips together they kiss under the moonlight. Y/n's body was glowing as more cum keeps flowing into him as his stomach bulge. Finally the last drop of cum was shot into y/n as they pull away.

"i'll see you again anton."

"I'll see you again y/n"

They lean their forehead together as y/n disappears into multiple butterflies.

Anton watches the butterflies swirl around him before disappearing.

Anton puts his shorts back on before closing his eyes smiling.

*timeskip*

Anton was walking home from school after his completing his first year there. He was unlocking the door when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Smiling, he turns around to see a boy looking back at him.

"Good to see you again, y/n."

"i'm back, jagiya."

They lean for a kiss as the flowers petals flow around, marking their fated reunion.

[xiaojunsdiary]

anton is just that guy

[nunan-neomuyeppeoseo]

⧼ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ = ◆ ғʟᴜғғ = ✶ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ = ☐ ⧽

⧽ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ - ʟ.ᴀɴᴛᴏɴ x ᴍ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⧼ ✶◆☐ ⧽

⧽ ᴍʏ sᴛᴀʀ - ʟ.ᴀɴᴛᴏɴ x ᴍ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⧼ □✶ ⧽

⧽ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ - ʟ.ᴀɴᴛᴏɴ x ᴍ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⧼ ✶□◆ ⧽

[skibidihan]

HATEFUL MELODIES … park wonbin smau

will be rebooted soon.

synopsis !! top 1 & top 2 band rivals. yn and wonbin’s bands are known for being the best in the school, every event they are competing and being compared. what could happen when the school makes them both pair up for the biggest event of the year?

genre !! smau + written. lead guitarist! wonbin x keyboardist! yn. ( m!reader ) college au, enemies to lovers, crack & romance.

warnings !! kind of bad humor, swearing, kys/kms jokes, homophobia (possibly), boy x boy fic.

features !! yn as charon-1120. beomgyu (txt), keeho (p1h), jay (enha), ricky (zb1), sunghoon (enha), other riize members, & possibly more idols to come.

profiles.

the phantasy boys | riize up | trios

chapters.

001. did u knock him out

002. its burning

003. ok mr professional

004. who? ur ego? | smau + written.

005. im coming home!

006.

007.

008.

taglist !! ask or reply to be added.

a/n : kind of proof read, first tumblr fic so be nice pls. again, this is MALE reader x wonbin, so for the queer community. idm if fem readers also enjoy this, but dont be weird. <3 any questions or reqs pls ask !!

[jameui]

A LOVE TEXT AWAY - Jung Sungchan & Anton Lee

chapt. 003 _ time to make up

PAIRING: RIIZE's Jung Sungchan & Anton Lee x M!Reader SUMMARY: After a very weird confession over text, things started to go downhill for you, but not entirely, only until two boys came into your life and changed your life forever. NOTE(s): may contain explicit content that's not suitable for younger viewers. please read at your own risk.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: this chapter contains narration

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you are quietly sitting in class, sighing to yourself. while the class is ongoing, the ideas that popped into your head about your performance task from one of your majors' is written on your notebook. it sucks that your friends are from another section, thus grouping up with strangers is hard for you.

soon, the classes ended yet your eyes are srill glued onto the paper that's on your desk. the only word on it: mellow-rock.

when did coming up with ideas become so hard?

suddenly, you hear your phone go off and lights up with a message from your circle's group chat.

you didn't understand what sohee meant at first, until you felt something cold come in contact with the skin on your face, which gave you a start, looking up to see the male who put on a cute smile and sat down on the chair beside you. "take it. i bought it for you," sohee said, then taking a sip from his carton of milk.

you gladly took his offering and smiled at him. "thanks, sohee. kinda needed this. stressing over the performance task is slowly draining my battery," you told him, his brows furrowing.

"oh, honey. i'm so sorry i can't do anything. had i known you'd be alone, i could have grouped up with you," sohee stated out. you just shook your head at him and laughed softly.

"you have nothing to be sorry about, sohee," you replied, sohee pouts in return. "anyways, there's probably still a few groups that's missing a member. i'll just have to wait until someone decides to let me join them." you look at the carton in your hands and start to open it.

you flinched in surprised when sohee suddenly stood up from the chair that caused it to creak. "i'm gonna find you a group, y/n. and i won't come back until i find you one!" sohee declared, making his way out of the room.

"what? sohee, that's not really necessary," you told him, yet the male stood his ground.

"shush, honey boo-boo. i'm fixed on what i said," he said and left without uttering a word again.

[boydepartment]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.⋆｡ “i wish…”: anton lee x m!reader

imagine- angst(250)

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the outside lights flooded through the curtains of your best friend’s room. he was finally back in town and you were excited to see him again. you both had spent the day together and were now in his room just talking on his bed in the dim lighting from the outside suburbs. sometimes cars would pass a little too loud, the occasional dog bark, sometimes the curtains would sway a little bit back and forth due to the summer breeze.

“do you remember when you got that horrible sunburn? after the swim event we had?” your voice was hushed as you tried not to laugh.

anton groaned and covered his face, remembering, “yeah… dude it was terrible..!” he lightly smacked you with your pillow and you covered your mouth to laugh. anton turned away from you and you looked at him.

“my hands smelled like aloe vera for like a month because you made me put it on your back!” you said quickly, your eyes studying how much his face had changed. his hair had changed too. he looked so ethereal to you. feelings bubbling up in your again, feelings that battled between love and guilt.

anton started laughing now not aware of the constant battle in your head, a sound you had missed for years, one that quieted the battle- it wasn’t the same over the phone…, “i remember your girlfriend at the time was so mad too…”

your heart dropped a bit when he mentioned her. you really hoped the conversation about her was going to end when you absentmindedly replied with a yeah.

“what ever happened to her?” anton asked, turning to you. you looked at him, not knowing what to say. you swallowed hard and looked up at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“grew apart.” you said softly, “didn’t really like her anymore i guess- i don’t know…”

you weren’t a bad boyfriend to her, you were great to her and anyone could sense that. always accommodating, standing up for her, every girl wanted you as their boyfriend.

the issue was-

you didn’t want to be the boyfriend to a girl

“really?” you felt anton sit up and you turned your head to look at him again, you scanned his face. you wanted to tell him. you wished you could tell him, but you run the risk of him connecting the dots.

“yeah.” you said simply and looked up again.

anton laid back down and copied you, “i thought you were going to marry her or something.” a few chuckles escaped him, “hell if i was your girlfriend i would’ve married you asap.”

your heart sank to your ass, you were going to try to play it off, “you’d be a terrible girlfriend.”

anton laughed again, this time his laugh wasn’t silencing the battle in your head, it was making it worse, running a hand through his hair, “you’re probably right.”

“i’d be a better girlfriend.” you joked again, small breathy laughs leaving your mouth.

anton hummed, “sometimes i wish you were a girl.”

your whole body felt like it had been thrown off a building, your mouth running quicker than your mind, “why’s that?”

you didn’t want to know the answer- you don’t know why your mouth was running to get that stupid question answered.

“well you’re my best friend,” anton turned to you, smiling, unknowingly breaking your heart- shattering it and spitting on it, “if you were a girl, i’d marry you.”

you looked away from him again, faking a smile, faking a laugh, “you’re so stupid…”

eventually the topic changed, but the weight of your emotions didn’t.

the sentence replayed in your head when he left to go back to korea for work.

it would replay in your head everytime he’d call you when he wasn’t busy

and it would replay even when he wasn’t around

it would always replay

[wonjns]

a dip — l.cy

⌗ pairing. . . anton lee x male reader

⌗ genre. . . smut

⌗ summary. . . you went with your fuck buddy to the pool… that was your first mistake.

⌗ includes. . . sub!reader, fwb!swimmer!anton, semi-public sex (pls don't esp not this one), unprotected sex (also don't),

⌗ wc. 2.5k

°A/N. . . sorta requested but also not really,, also not proofread nor very pretty or as descriptive as i like to be im so sorry this is just what you get when im horny bc these pictures ruined my life

you knew much better than to agree to joining anton lee at the pool of all places.

being a lifetime friend (occasionally with benefits) of his, you knew the swimmer could spend hours upon hours at the pool and not feel an ounce of exhaustion. he'd often convince you to stay long after you finished swimming yourself, just to wait for him to complete his cool down routine before driving you home.

the worst thing of all, though, was that you were constantly reminded just how much he had hidden underneath those oversized sweaters and jeans that he always wore. behind that whole shy boy aesthetic he had going on, was the physique of what you could only compare to a greek god, and even he knew it.

you never got used to it - seeing anton's chiseled body exposed in the aquatic habitat that felt like a second home to him. no matter how sweet his smile or how loud his laugh, nothing could distract you from drooling over a body like that cutting through the water with such ease. it was even worse because the sweet boy knew exactly what he did to you.

he tried to cut you some slack, though, respecting your effort to seem unbothered every time he'd peel his layers of clothing off before jumping into the pool, wearing nothing but his tight blue swim trunks that suffocated his muscular thighs.

one time he even pretended not to notice how you were so worked up that you had to go not-so-subtly get yourself off in the community bathroom.

in your defense, it was a heated indoor pool, and at the time he had completely annihilated you in a race. that proud smirk paired with the steam rising from his rippling back muscles had you biting back moans from the sight alone.

so naturally, it was to no one's surprise once things turned physical between you both.

the adrenaline that swimming gave anton put him on cloud nine, and being the stubborn ass that you were, you were determined to somehow beat this pro swimmer in a race - only for it to end with you losing miserably and somehow hornier than when you started. things would always end one way or another, a taunting comment directed at you leading to his bare back pressed against the cool tile walls of the changing room while you yanked his shorts low enough to take his throbbing cock into your mouth.

but today you were going to be good.

you hadn't hooked up with anton for a while, and were truly only tagging along because he needed a friend to time his laps for the upcoming season.

however, it'd be a lie to say you didn't have to give yourself a prep talk as you set your things down on the pool chairs, noticing nobody was there tonight. it was business as usual, though. anton always convinced the coach to let him have later access while the rest of the team went home so he could focus. you just found it harder to control yourself around him when left alone like this, but tonight you had a new type of dedication to simply swim, help your friend, and go home.

besides, why would it be so difficult for you to keep it in your pants for just one night?

‘oh, thats why.’ you groaned internally as you watched anton strip his shirt from over his head.

fuck, had he been bulking up?

you pretend not to notice how his biceps flex as he runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair while you stripped down to your swim trunks as well. god, his skin was practically glowing even from the dingy indoor lighting.

your head whipped around back towards his direction when you heard a low hiss, watching his face scrunch slightly as he stepped down the pool's ladder. your dick twitched a bit at the sight of his furrowing brows and low groan as he sunk deeper into the water, but you mentally slapped yourself back to reality.

"what's with you?" you questioned approaching the steps, getting ready to enter as well.

"i forgot to remind coach to turn the heaters on tonight," he responded. "shit, its freezing."

you thought he was being dramatic, but the chilly water indeed bit back when you lowered your ankles in. you decided against submerging for now, simply swirling your legs in circles while you spun anton's stopwatch in your hand.

anton began a quick warm up, stretching and dunking himself under water several times and adjusting quickly to the temperature. his wet hair splaying out around his face made him even more gorgeous than he already was, and you felt your cheeks gain a sickening warmth.

"alright bro, let's get started." you cleared your throat, speaking up to hurry the process along before your resolve crumbled.

"sure, bro." he mocked before sending a wink your way. shit, he was already on to you.

anton held eye contact with you as he hoisted himself out of the water to walk over to the swim lanes, causing your breath to silently falter. your instincts made you the first to break contact though, as your eyes followed the droplets that slid down his broad chest. they each trailed down past his perked nipples, over his abs that you could never steal long enough glances at, and eventually disappear into his waistband before leading to — that.

to say the least, anton was generously endowed when it came to the size in the south. the ‘quiet man with a fat cock’ stereotype was only proven true with him, if the way you struggled to fit all of him in your mouth was anything to go by.

anytime anton wore those small trunks or, god forbid, the uniform speedo during his meets - it was impossible to tear your eyes away from how the soaking cloth material clung around his massive length when he emerged from the water.

and boy was he massive. that was a fact you could never forget but somehow still surprised you each time to this day.

you were such a pervert. and he loved it so much.

only 30 minutes into his laps you found yourself desperately missing the shy boy act that he would put on for every body else. once he was in athlete mode, the confidence in his demeanor made your self control fly out the window. it didn't make sense how someone as massive as him could practically fly through the water, flexing every inch of his muscle like it was nothing.

it forced you to reminisce on how he was in bed, constantly taking you with his immense stamina. he could toss and turn you in any way at any given pace, making you see stars like it was nothing — even when you were the one to start things, he made sure to finish them. you remembered the way his biceps would tighten and ripple in your grasp, holding on for dear life as you begged for him to thrust into you harder or squeeze you tighter. you missed the sore feeling those big hands of his would leave on your hips and thighs.

get it together, y/n.

if you had a dollar for every time you had to yank yourself out of the gutter in just the span of one hour, you'd be rich enough to drop out of school entirely.

you had allowed yourself to sit calf-deep in the water at the end of the racing lane, but it wasn't until he reached you after knocking out 3 laps in a row that you regretted your decision. he emerged from the water with a big splash, throwing his head back and letting out the most erotic sigh you could imagine as he finally let air reach his lungs.

a lump formed in your throat, watching anton's buff chest rise and fall in tune with his breaths while both long arms gripped the edge of the pool on either side of your legs.

"what was my time for those?" the swimmer finally asked you once he had stabilized his breathing.

"oh! right, uhm...." you snap out of your trance, gut dropping when you looked down to the stop watching still ticking in your hand.

"you forgot to stop it, didn't you?" anton asked, a tone of more amusement rather than annoyance seeping through his smirk. "don't tell me you got distracted?"

"fuck, i'm sorry." you groaned, annoyed with your own sexual frustration overtaking your ability to play it cool.

"it's fine." anton shrugged, pulling his body out of the water and plopping on to the ledge next you, making you flinch as copious amounts of water splashed around the concrete. "just let me fuck you."

your eyes widened, damn near choking on the breath you gasped in. when you looked up to see his mischievous eyes, you swore you felt him leaning closer.

"what the fuck, ton?" you exhaled, slightly punching his arm, savoring the split second of contact you made with his warm skin.

"god, its been like a month, y/n. i can't focus on conditioning and you can't even click a button for me, clearly." anton chuckled. "lets just do it so i can have a good season. you know you’re my charm.” he teased, gently nudging you back with his elbow.

you couldn't believe the causality he was saying all of this with. but he did always call you his good luck charm, somehow managing to break his own personal record anytime you'd let him hit the night before or suck you off right before a meet, swallowing your cum like it was his own lewd type of protein shake.

it would also be a lie to an insane degree to say you didn't miss the way his soft skin felt gliding along yours whenever he would grind into you, his huge hands giving you a sense of stability in the way he would hold you down.

anton could tell from the way you were shamelessly biting your lip that you were thinking about it. he took the initiative to push your shoulders down until your back was flat against the concrete.

he had barely let you utter out a desperate "okay" before he was rolling over on top of you, not hesitating for a second to drop his hips directly over yours so you could feel how hard his thick bulge had already gotten. you moaned aloud, hips immediately bucking up to meet his as he lowered his head to your neck, feathering wet kisses along your column.

the water dripping from his body was cold, but the warmth of his torso easily overcame it all when you needily reached out to pull the entirety of his weight onto you. you didn't realize how much you missed the rippling of his shoulder blades beneath your palms until you felt his body rolling in perfect tune with yours. you ran your shaky hands all over his chiseled back as you felt his hardened nipples brush against yours, and while you hopelessly wanted more you also didn't want this feeling to end.

you felt a little pitiful, just sitting there allowing yourself to moan in pure bliss as your wet bodies press into each other, gripping anton's wide shoulders as his kisses picked up in heat. he was sucking hickeys into the sweet spot of your neck while his swim trunks tightened more and more as he humped against you, making you dizzier by the second.

"you sound so fucking hot whimpering for me like that." he moaned, licking a long trail up your neck to your jaw.

you didn't have any time to respond before he was pulling you into a searing kiss, his plump lips sloppily devouring yours while groaning into your mouth. you remembered how much you loved the way he tasted, and silently cursed at yourself for going this long without him.

when your lungs began needing air, you broke apart to moan out his name, just for him to grab your jaw and bring you back in for an even more overwhelming kiss. he was taking over every sense you had, filling your entire consciousness with nothing but thoughts of him. your hips bucked up incessantly, your body begging for him since your mouth couldn’t.

the hard concrete beneath you was starting to cause your limbs to ache as anton's mass pressed deeper into you, and he seemed to have read your mind, because before you knew it he was lifting himself up and dragging you into the water.

your mind was much too hazy to even register the vast difference in temperature, especially when you were clinging to anton like you needed him to breathe. it was as if something had taken over you and put you in the passenger seat of your own movements - all you could feel yourself doing was mumbling endless pleas for him to fuck you before pulling him in to reconnect your lips.

you could feel anton's shit eating grin against your lips as he backed you up against the ledge, slightly lifting his leg against the pool wall in order to guide you grinding your clothed cock against his thigh. he took advantage of your loud moan to suck on your tongue, loving the way your fingers curled into his wet hair.

there was only so much you could handle before you were reaching below the water to pull your own swim trunks off, deciding that if anton didn't fuck you right then you might actually explode. anton helped you discard the shorts and send them flying somewhere atop of the water. the second you were free, you felt your cock on his abs, causing your hips to take action and grind against the muscle before you could even think about what you were doing.

some combined variant of a choked laugh and moan left anton’s throat as he watched you throw your head back, obsessed with the way you were using his body to chase the pleasure you craved. he decided that he had his fun, slipping free from his trunks as well and lining himself up against you.

"deep breaths, baby." anton whispered, trying to sound confident but the words coming out as a tremble. you would normally laugh at how it almost sounded like he were advising himself, but you were too far gone.

when he finally bottomed out in you, his size and the pressure of the water had your mind in a different realm. you clung to anton's round shoulders as he held you securely, giving you time to adjust after not having him in you for a month.

"this little ass still so tight and ready for me, i knew you missed me." he sighed out, giving you small experimenting rolls of his hips.

when you gripped him tighter and started fucking yourself on his cock, he knew he was in the clear to send you to oblivion, and thats exactly what he did.

between the desperation in anton’s thrusting and the feeling of your member rubbing along his built torso, it didn't take much for either of you to approach your highs rapidly. you were soon announcing them to each other while you clung your slippery bodies tight together, the once still water around you turning into nothing less of a tsunami.

"'m cumming, ton." you cried out, just for him to groan deeply in agreement.

he held the back of your neck, pushing your head down to make eye contact with him as you both reached your climaxes at the same time, an oddly intimate feeling settling over you in the moment and making your skin buzz.

panting against each other's faces, anton leaned in to claim your lips once more before you were both giggling like a couple of fools, padding your hands around the water as you brought yourselves down to earth.

it took a couple of moments for you to gasp horrendously at the realization of what you both just did, looking to anton with so much terror etched in your eyebrows that he couldn't help but laugh.

"did we just- the school's pool- we-" you sputtered aimlessly, only stopping once anton's hand emerged from the water to cover your mouth.

"don't worry about it, coach will handle it. he won't mind, because after that i'm about to bring this school three new medals."

© 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐧𝐬 — all rights reserved

[luvkyu]

my love, i still ( mark lee ) part two

mark x male reader

mark is a mess, but he'd never say that out loud.

content : 2.4k words, angst, idol!mark x manager!reader, ex-relationship, some riize, mk is v sweet but the ending will make u guys hate me i fear

part one

"what the hell.." y/n mumbled to himself.

"get it out, get it out!!" anton shouted annoyedly.

"i'm trying!" wonbin screamed back.

y/n watched the scene in front of him. he'd just arrived at riize's dorm to find that somehow wonbin and sohee had gotten anton's foot stuck in their sofa, though wonbin denied any fault in the situation.

"how do you even get a foot stuck in a sofa?" y/n asked tiredly.

"we were trying to prank him, but it just- y'know what, nevermind," sohee gave up on explaining. anton looked down at him with a death glare.

"i don't even know what happened," anton added.

wonbin held the cushions back while sohee tried to maneuver his groupmate's foot out of the sofa springs.

"i feel like i should be helping but i'm having a good time just watching," y/n snickered.

"hyung!" anton whined.

"alright, alright," y/n gave in. just as he was about to help, sohee finally pulled anton's foot out.

"i'm just glad you're wearing socks," wonbin grumbled.

anton rolled his eyes and stomped off to his room.

"anyways, hi y/n!!" wonbin enthused, he and sohee rushing to hug their manager.

"nah, get away from me you troublemakers."

"i told you, sohee did it, not me!!" wonbin defended.

y/n rolled his eyes and hugged the two of them anyways.

"okay, here's your lunch. your schedules are clear for the rest of the day so make sure to rest enough. tomorrow's gonna be a much longer day," y/n said as he set their bags of food on the table. "sohee, can you go get the others?"

sohee quickly nodded and skipped off to retrieve the rest of his members for lunch.

y/n sat down by wonbin and pulled out his phone. he smiled upon seeing a message from mark.

mark :

hey :) we still on for coffee tonight?

y/n :

yes :) sys !!

mark :

okay cool 🤍

y/n sighed and set his phone down. by now, the rest of the group had filtered out into the common room for their food. y/n looked up to see shotaro giving him a smug stare.

"what..?" y/n asked.

"who's got you smiling at your phone like that?" shotaro teased.

"oooh! manager hyung has a girlfriend!" wonbin cheered.

y/n's nose scrunched up in disgust, "girlfriend??"

wonbin's grin faltered, looking between y/n and shotaro - who busted into a fit of laughter that filled their dorm instantly.

"i'm gay, bin," y/n clarified.

wonbin's eyes widened. he quickly covered his mouth to hide his fallen jaw.

"oh, i'm sorry!! you have a boyfriend then!"

y/n chuckled. "no, nothing like that."

"tsk. what a lie," shotaro insisted.

y/n sighed and shook his head. "you guys are so nosy. i'm gonna head out now for some errands. i'll be back late, but call me if you need anything."

"boooo," shotaro pouted.

"remember we need to leave at seven in the morning tomorrow. be ready to go, please," y/n added.

the boys muttered responses as their manager finally departed from their dorm.

"is it true he and mark dated?" eunseok asked.

"i dunno for sure," shotaro answered.

"wait, what??" wonbin was very confused. he almost felt left out. "there's a y/n and mark theory??"

"yeah, but i'd rather not talk too much about it when he's not here."

wonbin frowned at his leader's reply. "i guess that's fair."

"are you and y/n getting back together??" chenle asked excitedly. jeno and renjun stood with him, eyes wide with hope.

mark freezed and in tracks. he was about to leave to meet y/n for their coffee 'date'. he wasn't quite sure what to call it.

"..we're just going for some coffee," mark replied.

".." chenle stared at him. "you didn't answer my question."

mark thought for a second. "oh.. no, i guess..?"

chenle frowned. renjun patted their leader's shoulder from beside him.

"we'll take that as a maybe," he concluded instead. mark rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys to finally leave.

"what's going on?" jisung asked. his brows furrowed at the sight of three of his group members crowded around mark like little gremlins.

"we were asking if mark's getting back together with y/n."

jisung looked at mark and smiled, "of course he is."

"see!!" renjun cheered.

mark would've scoffed and bid his friends goodbye by now, but he was a bit taken back by jisung's sincere reply. the youngest was now comfy on the floor against the couch with his phone in hand, as if his statement was no news to anyone.

jisung felt his leader's eyes on him after a moment. he looked over at mark before lowering his phone.

"what? you are, right?" jisung asked. "..it's y/n. he's it for you. everyone knows that."

mark blinked. he looked back to the other boys, who clearly agreed with jisung.

"i'll see you guys later," mark said with a shake of his head.

jisung's mouth twitched downwards as he stared after mark. he then looked at his groupmates, worried.

"did i upset him..?"

"you didn't upset him. i think he's still figuring out what the fuck he's doing," jeno assured.

"well, he should hurry up," jisung muttered before going back to his phone.

mark stared at his feet as he walked out of the dorm. he knew his friends liked teasing him, but it was like their words were really starting to hit the target.

his watch showed a quarter til ten o'clock, fifteen minutes before he and y/n were supposed to meet at the coffee shop. mark could feel goosebumps on his skin. he hadn't been this nervous in a while.

the coffee shop was a small one; a little hole-in-the-wall of a store. mark found it very cozy and safe, and he was pretty sure y/n would feel the same. he just hoped meeting at the late hour would help them avoid other people for the most part.

once he arrived, he recognized y/n sitting at a table in the corner. the lighting was dim and the smell of coffee beans made the atmosphere even more relaxed.

y/n's eyes fell on mark as he sat across from him in all his glory. y/n felt his heartbeat pick up when he saw that mark was wearing his glasses.

"hi," mark spoke with a cheesy grin.

"hi," y/n smiled. "i haven't seen your glasses in forever."

mark's eyes widened as his hand reached up to adjust the frames sitting on his nose. he chuckled nervously.

"oh, yeah, sorry. i was having a lazy night. i kinda forgot i was even wearing them."

"don't be sorry," y/n smiled again, "i love your glasses."

"really?"

y/n nodded.

"oh.. well, i'll keep that in mind then." a light blush rose on mark's cheeks as he looked down at the table. the whole situation felt a bit weird if he was honest. it felt like they were just meeting for the first time again.

"so how're the guys?" y/n spoke up. although the question was mostly to fill the awkward silence, he was genuinely interested in hearing about the other dream members.

"they're good! jisung is thinking about getting a pet."

"oh cool! does he know what he wants? like what animal?" y/n asked further.

"not yet," mark shook his head. "do you still have your cat?"

"mhm!" y/n replied. mark loved watching the way his eyes lit up. y/n's cat was about the sweetest animal he'd met before, always cuddly and gentle. "she's adjusting to moving back from japan, but i think she's doing okay with it."

"that's good then," mark smiled. "and how's working with riize?"

"it's, um.. interesting!" y/n joked. mark laughed along while nodding.

"no, they're great," y/n continued. "wonbin is very.. baby. and sungchan has this ideology that no one will care if he goes around the dorm barely clothed."

mark burst out laughing at that, causing y/n to laugh along.

"what, does he walk around in his underwear, or..??" mark asked.

y/n nodded. "sometimes not even underwear. sometimes he'll be naked under a robe but he won't pay attention to when it gets loose or moves the wrong way. he's something else.."

mark kept laughing at the image of sungchan strutting around the dorm in just a robe.

"god, that's funny. jaemin taught him well, i guess."

"jaemin is worse," y/n laughed again, making mark's brows raise. "yeah, jaemin does it cause he knows he's hot. sungchan just doesn't care enough to clothe himself."

the two continued laughing at their table. their faces grew red as they clutched their stomachs and sat back in their seats trying to catch a breath.

mark sighed, looking at y/n with a fond smile. "i missed you."

y/n smiled and looked down, "i missed you too, mark."

"..i'm sorry for the way things ended."

y/n's smile faded a bit. he quickly shook his head at the apology.

"don't be. we both handled it as best we could."

"mm," mark hummed. he didn't agree. "but i could've done more. i feel like i let you down back then. i never thought we'd be apart and then when you were gone.. i don't know. the year you were away might have been the worst year of my life."

y/n looked at him, unsure of what to say. mark kept eye contact, refusing to back down like he normally would.

"after you left," mark began again, "there were multiple times when i would go to your old apartment building and just sit outside. like i was waiting for you to come back home. i knew i was kidding myself, but.. somehow it was comforting. like, that was the closest i could possibly get to you, so it was okay."

y/n felt like crying.

"how can you be so sweet and so depressing at the same time?" y/n asked with a small chuckle.

"sorry," mark smiled. "i didn't invite you out to be this sad. we can talk about something else."

"no, it's okay. it's good to talk about that stuff, i don't mind."

mark took a deep breath and nodded.

"so are you living with riize? or do you get your own place?"

"i'm with the boys for now. i don't mind it much, honestly. i like taking care of them."

mark smiled and nodded. he expected as much.

"well, how was japan then? was the work very different?"

y/n thought for a moment. "it was different, yes. definitely took some getting used to. y'know, going from taking care of seven dreamies to just minding my business was odd."

mark nodded, "they'd love to see you. we should all do something sometime."

"yes please."

it was quiet again for a moment. not awkward, just quiet.

"oh, do you want some tea or anything? i think i'll get a drink now."

mark watched y/n get his wallet out while glancing at the menu list that hung by the shop's counter.

"no, i'm okay. thank you."

y/n nodded and opened his wallet, still trying to see the menu so he wouldn't have to stand idly by the register.

a familiar picture caught mark's eye after a second. a polaroid was sticking out of y/n's wallet. it was the polaroid they took together at incheon airport. dream's flight was delayed, so he and y/n walked around for a bit to pass the time. it was pretty empty thanks to the early morning. they found an unoccupied gate and sat alone for a bit, talking and laughing. it was the most fun mark had ever had at an airport.

"you kept it?" mark asked.

"hm?" y/n followed the male's gaze down to the photo. he grinned and took it out. "oh.. of course i did."

mark felt tears prick at his eyes as he held the small polaroid in his hands. they looked so happy it made his heart ache.

mark was handing the photo back to y/n when he felt a chill go down his spine. he spotted someone in the corner of his eye taking pictures. or videos, who knew. it was definitely just a fan, but it was still unsettling. y/n watched mark cross his arms and adjust his mask in silence.

"is something wrong?" y/n asked.

mark didn't reply, only giving a glance to the fan that was holding their phone up at the other side of the shop.

"damn it. let's just go." y/n was quick to return his wallet to his pocket as he and mark got up and hurried out.

"you okay?" y/n checked in. they were now just walking along the street together. mark exhaled and nodded. he pulled his mask down and looked at y/n with a grateful smile.

"i'm fine. thank you."

y/n grinned and nodded back.

it was quiet again for a minute or so. the pair just enjoyed the gentle breeze and the sounds of the nighttime . mark's thoughts started to get the best of him as he glanced over at y/n a couple times.

"can i ask..?" mark trailed off, unsure of himself.

"hm?"

"do you ever, um.. do you think things could, like, be the way they used to be..?"

y/n's breath became a little staggered. "you mean with us?"

mark nodded.

"oh.. mm," y/n didn't know exactly what to say. he would be lying if he said he was over his feelings for mark. but things could get complicated and messy very fast if they weren't careful.

"i don't know.."

mark nodded again. he could feel a lump forming in his throat as he looked away from y/n now.

"that's okay. i don't want to push anything," mark looked up at the moon as he spoke. "you'll always mean a lot to me, y/n. i really do love you."

y/n slipped his hands into his pockets, gazing down at his feet. mark was about to make him cry if he didn't stop soon.

"i think i'll always love you," y/n said quietly. mark finally looked back over at him with a bittersweet smile.

"should we just.. try to move on now? just try to be friends?" mark asked.

"i guess," y/n replied with a small sigh. he wasn't sure what moving on would mean, but he was hoping it was for the better.

they continued to walk together without talking much more, just enjoying each other's company while they could.