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bad habits | l.jn + l.cy

🎧 earned it . the weeknd

✩ jeno x reader x anton

⋆ 18+ mdni!

⋆ word count! 2.1k

⋆ request? ✓

oneshot, nonidol!jeno, nonidol!anton, afab!reader, fwb!jeno, roommate!anton, bsf!anton, dom!jeno, sub!reader, perv!anton, protective sex, light choking, back scratching, slight begging, dirty talk, a bit of manhandling, voyeurism, oral sex (m.receiving), anton’s a bit shy?, use of pet names (baby, angel, princess), porn no plot…

synopsis . you don’t know your best friend has been getting off by listening in on you and your fling..

likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!!

author note: first time writing something like this and i absolutely hate how it turned out 😭😭 hopefully yall enjoy it more than me :’)

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language. enjoy!! ><

anton can’t help it. can’t help his hand sliding down his pants, palming his stiff dick. the sound of your moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin, it’s too much, he needs to touch himself. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, god, what would you think? What would you think when you find out that your roommate—who so happens to be your best friend—has been getting off to the sound of you.

It started off as an accident. Anton never meant to develop this horrible habit of his. Never meant to find himself standing outside your bedroom door every time you came back home with Jeno. But here he was again, pressed against the wall separating your bedroom from the hallway.

The first time it happened, Anton seriously just wanted to go to the bathroom. He got up in the middle of the night, got out of his room, and made his way down the hall. What stopped him though, was those sweet noises coming from your room as he walked past.

He didn’t mean to overhear, didn’t mean to press his ear to the door as your soft moans were heard through the hard wood. You can’t blame him though, right? You were the one being so loud after all—is what he convinced himself…

Nothing could compare to the sight in front of him tonight though. The door slightly ajar, giving him the best view of Jeno’s lean muscular frame on top of you. Your arms wrapped around his torso, desperately hanging onto his back for dear life, nails surely digging into his flesh.

This never happened before, you never left your door open. Were you in on him? There’s no way you found out what he’s been doing, right? He’s overthinking. You probably just forgot to close it, but the thought of you knowing.. it sends a rush of adrenaline straight to his groin.

Anton has to hold back a moan as he watches the scene unfold infront of him. Just how many times had he fantasized about this? How many times had he imagined how Jeno handled you in the bedroom? From the moans he often heard, he knew it wasn’t gentle or kind. And from what he’s witnessing infront of him, his suspicions were right.

“Fuck—” Jeno curses under his breath, hips snapping against yours with brutal force.

“So—” thrust. “fucking—” thrust. “tight—” he mutters in a husky tone, his head falling to your shoulder.

You moan, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him impossibly closer, walls sucking in his thick length.

Jeno pulls back a bit, detaching your arms from his back and pinning them harshly above your head.

He lets out a hoarse chuckle, amused at the sight in front of him. His other hand wrapped around one of your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he keeps pounding into you. “Fuck, angel, look at you, such a mess.”

You whine in response, hands desperately trying to free themselves, much rather wanting to feel his body on yours.

Jeno’s grip only tightens, his hips snapping to yours ruthlessly, his length hitting all the right spots.

Anton’s fingers wraps around his cock, hand tugging languid strokes as he tries to suppress his own moans.

Your sounds, the sight in front of him, combined with the anxiety of getting caught.. it’s all too thrilling. His hand comes to cover his mouth, head falling down as he works at his painful erection.

“F-fuck—! Jeno!”

His head flies back up at the sound of your heightened moans and the sheer desperation in your voice. Anton himself desperately wanting to see you come undone, see your expression as you reach your high and imbed it in his memory to replay over and over again.

But, of course, Jeno isn’t as nice as to give you what you crave just yet.

His hips continue moving against yours, head dipping right next to your ear and you can feel his hot breath fanning against your neck as he whispers, “Mmh, you close, princess?”

You whine and nod, “S-so close, Jeno— Please!”

He leaves a kiss to your neck, and you think he’s going to give you what you desperately crave before he suddenly lets go of your hands and pulls out of you.

You whine at the loss, about to complain, but not even having the chance as Jeno roughly flips you onto your stomach in one swift motion.

His hand harshly grip your hips, pulling you back to him and entering you with no warning.

You let out a loud moan, body jerking forward. Jeno doesn’t let you fall down though, one of his hand snaking up to your neck, fingers wrapping around it with a delicious pressure as he pulls you back up against him.

Your moans and the way Jeno manhandles you, it’s all too much. Anton feels himself getting closer as his hand pumps faster, eyes fixed on your face and the way Jeno just uses you.

Jeno continues pounding into you, his other hand coming down to play with your clit as he keeps your back pressed to his chest, his grip on your neck tightening slightly.

His mouth attaches to your neck, nipping and leaving marks that will surely bloom in the morning, letting out a low string of curses as he nears his own orgasm.

You feel a bit dizzy, breathless as he continues hitting that one spot that makes you see stars, the pressure on your neck just adding to the intense pleasure you feel.

You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm again in no time, and from the way your sopping cunt is clinging to his cock, there’s no doubt that Jeno can tell too.

“You’re close again, fuck-, aren’t you, baby?” he asks through a series of groans.

You nod furiously, letting out a small whimper.

Jeno lets go of your neck, letting you fall onto your hands and knees, both his hands holding your hips in a tight grip as he pistons into you.

Anton breath hitches, his hand momentarily stopping his movements as your eyes meet his in the new position. Your own eyes widening at the sight of your roommate standing in the doorway.

Your brain is mushy from the way Jeno is making you feel, you must be hallucinating, right? Surely.. There’s just no way your best friend is really standing there, watching you as your fling keeps pounding into you.

Not that you have much time to process, as Jeno’s hips continue snapping to yours at a relentless pace, making your eyes roll back in delight.

Anton swallows dryly, eyes locked on yours as he resumes his stroking. He must be sick, but he thinks he might just cum from the look on your face alone.

Your walls clench involuntarily around Jeno’s thick length, overwhelmed with everything happening.

He hisses, his body coming to fall over yours as his hips start to stutter.

Your moans only heighten as you feel yourself getting there.

Anton’s hand quickens, desperate to find his release at the same time as yours.

You finally come undone with a breathless scream as Jeno hits that one spot, knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the bed sheets.

The sheer look on your face is enough for Anton to reach his limit, his head falling back against the wall as he lazily continues to stroke himself.

Jeno’s lips attach to your neck, biting into your shoulder as he comes undone with a groan, his hot cum filing the condom.

In a moment of consciousness, your eyes flick up, catching a glimpse of Anton’s retreating figure.

Jeno doesn’t pull back immediately, letting both of you come down from your highs with soft pants.

When he does, he flops down against your pillows with a sigh, pulling you with him.

He presses a kiss to your head before whispering, “Good?”

You hum in response, pressing a quick kiss to his chest before sitting up, stretching slightly.

“Where are you going, princess?” He asks, voice still a bit hoarse.

“Bathroom” You mumble as you get up, throwing on your panties and a shirt, legs a bit sore but you’ll manage.

Jeno’s lips quirk into a small smirk as he watches you go with a slight limp.

—

You wait against the wall facing the bathroom door. You can hear the faucet of the sink running, indicating of Anton’s presence inside.

It isn’t long before he comes out, freezing in the doorway as he sees you standing there.

His eyes trail down your body, cheeks flushing slightly at your lack of clothing before his gaze flickers back up to your face. “(Y/N)..” he says a bit breathlessly.

You cut straight to the point, “How long were you there?” you ask in a whisper.

He swallows dryly, there’s no point in lying, you obviously saw him, but still he couldn’t bring himself to find the words.

He avoids eye contact, ears turning red as he is faced with the reality of what just happened.

You take a step forward, “Toni.. Why were you..?”

His eyes snap back to you as you speak up again, “I—“ he starts, voice slightly pitched, “I’m sorry— I- I don’t know what came over me—”

“You probably hate me now.. You have every right to be disgusted— I-I’m so sorry (Y/N)..” He says, his voice coming out a hushed whisper as he mumbles his thoughts.

You hum, stepping fowards, hand coming to touch his arm. “You’re my best friend ton. You know i could never hate you…” you start,

“Disgusted? Not so much. Intrigued? Definitely.”

Anton swallows, body tensing under your touch. Barely registering your words as his gaze wanders about.

Maybe it was the thrill of it all, or maybe you just had that effect on him, but he could already feel the growing desire within him again. He knows he should have more control over himself, you were his best friend.

But, god, the sight of you in only a shirt and panties, standing right in front of him, paired with the image of earlier that he knows he just won’t be able to get out of his head, like, ever.

Your eyes trail down, noticing the growing tent in his pants, before flicking back up to him. Gaze briefly glancing at your now closed door, and back to Anton again, a sly smile dancing on your lips as you speak up. “Need help with that?”

“W-what?” He says shakily, was he hearing this right? or was this all some sort of twisted dream?

You hum, “You heard me..”

He swallows dryly, a shaky breath leaving his lips as you continue looking up at him with those eyes of yours, waiting for an answer.

“Please..” He whispers.

And that’s all you need to hear before slowly pushing him against the wall, letting yourself fall to your knees infront of him, fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweats.

You look up at him and he gulps, his chest rising and falling with heavy pants as he anticipates your next actions.

You slowly pull down his pants, his angry cock coming to stand tall against his stomach.

Your hand wraps around his shaft, giving him a few tentative strokes.

He throws his head back against the wall, biting his lips. God, he can’t believe this is really happening right now.

You give him a few licks before wrapping your pretty pink lips around his tip, and Anton swears he’s gonna cum just from the feeling of your lips on him alone.

You start taking more of him in your mouth, head bobbing as you swirl your tongue around his length, making sure to apply a bit of pressure on his tip, pumping the rest of his length with your hand.

He knows he’s not gonna last, the feeling and the reality of it all overwhelming his senses.

He lets out a low moan, hands balled into tight fists against the wall. He can’t hold back any longer, “W-wait—” he whines, but you don’t stop.

Continuing to take him until he releases thick ropes of his cum into your mouth, his body trembling slightly under your touch as he comes undone.

You pull back, swallowing his release and wiping your lips with a satisfied smile.

He stands there, fixing himself and panting a bit as he watches you get back up from your knees.

He watches you as you stand up, stepping on your toes to lean in close to his ear.

“Next time, just… ask? Preferably when Jeno’s not here” you whisper with a teasing grin before pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving him standing there alone, against the wall with heavy breaths, all hot and flustered, as you go back to your bedroom as if nothing happened.

God.. he was done for.

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