lovelyannoyingcher

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Confession Song

Minjae Summary: Minjae puts his feelings for you into a song. WC:503 Warning:none

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“Y/n do you think the one I played before or just now is better?” Minjae asked you. However he is only met with silence. He turns his head away from the computer in front of him to find you snoozing away. Leaning on the table with your head lying on your arms. Minjae lets out a little chuckle. He brings one of his hands to your face and brushes away the stray strands of hair. He stares at you adoringly. His heart beating with love. That’s when the idea pops into his head. He turns his attention back to the computer and begins to work on a new song.

After some time Minjae is shaking you awake, with a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n you can just go home when you’re tired,” he tells you.

“I’m not tired,” you mumbled out with your head still resting on your arms.

“You could at least say that with your eyes open.” Minjae poked your cheek. Your eyes crack open and you sit up from your hunched over position, stretching your arms above your head.

“So maybe I was a little tired,” you say. Minjae laughs.

“Come on, I'm done for the night. Let’s get you home.”

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“I have a song I want you to listen to,” Minjae tells you, guiding you over to the chair and handing you a pair of headphones.

“Did you already finish the songs you were working on for the album?” you asked.

“Just listen to it,” he told you, making you slightly confused. Nonetheless you still put the headphones on and pressed play.

“What do you think?” he questioned once you took the headphones off.

“I like it. It’s very schoolboy crush, cute” you say with a smile.

“Look at what it’s called.” He motions his head towards the monitor. You leaned closer to look at the name on the file. “Y/n” it read.

“Me? Why would you name a song after…Minjae.” The pieces clicked. The song about having a crush and all the things their crush makes them feel was named after you.

“I like you,” he confesses.

“I make you feel like a schoolboy in love?” you say. Minjae chuckles while nodding.

“You heard it didn’t you?” he said. You stood up from the chair and took Minjae’s hands in yours.

“I like you too,” you confessed back.

“Really?” His eyes widened slightly making you laugh. He was so adorable.

“Yes. Why else would I sleep in your studio when I have a perfectly good bed back home,” you say. Minjae smiles, moving his hands in your hold to lace your fingers together.

“Where should I take you out on our date then?” he asked.

“I like your studio,” you state, looking around the small room.

“Huh?”

“I just like spending time with you. It doesn’t matter where,” you elaborated.

“I like spending time with you too,” he says. Safe to say the two of you had a lot of studio dates in the future.

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candy — l.cy

one shot ⭑.ᐟ synopsis ⭑.ᐟ a sweet girl like you deserved better and anton was down to prove that. content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bff!anton, fem!reader, pet names, cheating (gasp), oral (f.), protected sex word count⭑.ᐟ 1.7k+

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anton knew you weren’t getting treated right, because why else would you be crying in his arms at two in the morning? he couldn’t be more thankful that he stayed up late so he could be there for you.

he didn’t like questioning you with your choices in men, but you always made it hard for him not to when he was right there. anton always thought you were the sweetest girl ever, anyone that hurt you would be out of their mind.

you sniffled, snuggling your face against anton’s chest, “i’m sorry, toni. i keep bothering you like this.” anton shakes his head, brushing hair away from your face as it stuck to traces of your tears, “don't say that, y/n. i’m always here for you.”

”thank you, really. couldn’t have asked for a better best friend,” you were the sweetest, truly. but anton hated it when you just treated him like a best friend when he wanted nothing else but to be more than that.

anton stared at you, “i’m tired of seeing you cry, y/n.” you smiled sadly at him, of course he’d get tired of having you come over just to cry in his arms. he cupped your face gently, his face just inches away from you.

”you come to me for a reason— let me make you happy.”

your breath hitched in your throat, flustered at anton’s sudden shift in behavior. anton looked at your lips hungrily, “let me treat you right, y/n, the way you deserve to be treated,” he was begging you at this point, the tension between you two becoming thicker by the minute.

you knew you shouldn’t, but anton made it sound so tempting. if it was him, maybe you would be happier. “can you show me, toni?” anton bit his lip, not hesitating to lean in and give you a kiss.

your kisses were the sweetest, way sweeter than anything he’s ever tasted. he was in disbelief at how your shitty boyfriends get to taste you all the time but still make you cry. anton’s huge hand found itself wrapped around your neck, gently pressing on the sides as he pushed his tongue in your mouth.

you moan against his mouth, brows furrowing as you feel his warm hand on your throat. anton was always kind and gentle with you so this was the last thing you’d expect from him— making out on his couch was another.

anton pulled away, lidded eyes staring into yours as you struggle to think. he sighs softly, “you look so pretty, y/n. he doesn’t deserve you.” you whimpered, anton’s sweet voice made your head spin.

“are you saying you do, anton?” he smiles at your question, gently pushing you down on your back. “want me to show you?” your body shivered at his words, you couldn’t help but look forward to what he had in mind. you nodded, running your hands against his wide shoulders.

anton smiled at you, placing a small kiss on your lips before trailing down to your throat. he sucked on the skin just above your throat, letting out a small moan at how ticklish you felt. anton continued down, hands busily trying to pull your shirt up. he let out a soft groan at how pretty you look, running his hands over your torso as he placed kisses of appreciation all over your exposed skin.

you felt breathless, watching as anton left kisses everywhere. the heat from his mouth lingered and your body felt hotter than before. you’ve never felt this way before; you wanted more from anton, needed more.

”toni, more,” you whimpered, running a hand through his hair. anton frowned for a second, letting out a small groan before looking up at you, eyes glazed over and cheeks adorably flushed. there was no way he’d leave you hanging.

anton immediately pulled your bra up, still leaving it on as he latched his mouth onto your nipple. he was in disbelief at how sweet everything about you was, from your scent to your taste— you were just too sweet for him and so addicting. you moaned as his other hand squeezed on your other breast, gently pulling on his hair.

”fuck, y/n,” anton furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on you as he slipped your shorts off, “so fucking sweet for me.” you bite your lip, chest heaving as he trailed kisses down your stomach. you felt your stomach fluttering at the warmth of his mouth, letting out a small whimper.

with his head in between your legs, you couldn’t help but tremble in anticipation. anton licked his lip, amazed to see your wetness already pooling against your panties. he was barely getting started but he’s already doing better than any guy you’ve been with.

”is this all for me, y/n?” he asked teasingly, playing with your slick through your panties. you mewled out a small yes, thighs already trembling at the slight contact. anton wanted to know if you were just as sweet down here as he always thought, immediately challenging the idea by latching his mouth onto your clothed pussy.

you pulled on anton’s hair, “w-wait, that’s dirty!” your cries fell on deaf ears as anton just kept licking and biting on your clit through the fabric. his teeth grazing against your sensitive clit made you lose all reason, moans progressively getting louder.

anton looked at you, smiling at how pretty you sounded for him. he pushed his finger against your panties to tease your hole as he gave your clit some relief, feeling bad that it was poking through the fabric so painfully. you cry out his name, thrusting your hips against his face. anton went along with you, also pushing his face further against your heat as you moan out loud.

you had no idea getting eaten out through your panties would feel this good when you’ve never even felt good even without them on. “anton, please,” you whimper, bleary eyes staring down at him, “i need more.”

”what else do you need, y/n? tell me,” you moaned at his voice, legs already trembling in desperation. “you. i need you to fill me up, toni.” anton chuckles, getting up to slip his sweatpants off. “anything you want, baby,” you nod as he cupped your cheek.

anton managed to find the condom he slipped under his couch for emergency, not knowing he’d use it for you. he leaned in to give you kisses, smiling against your skin when you pat his head. even when you were like this you’re still being so sweet to him.

”thank you, anton,” you whispered, “i know you’re just trying to help me.” anton furrowed his brows, pulling away to look at you. the amount of signs you were willing to ignore even when anton was about to dick you down was insane. “y/n, when will you get a clue?” he huffed, pushing your panties to the side.

before you could even ask him what he meant, he thrusted inside you roughly. you almost felt suffocated by how filled you were feeling, gasping as you dig your nails against anton’s shoulders. “friends don’t just do this for each other because they’re sad, y/n,” anton whispered against your ear, pulling away slowly as you moan under him, only to slam it back inside you. you cry out incoherently, turning to your side in a futile attempt to get away before you feel even more overwhelmed.

anton held on your hips tightly, “y/n, don’t run away,” he groaned, looking down at where you two were connected. you were pulling him back in whenever he pulled away, making anton just lose it. “you feel so good, baby,” you moan in response, eyes already tearing up at how good you were feeling.

”anton, please!” you cry out, “it’s too much!” anton shakes his head, leaning down to kiss the tears away from your eyes, “never too much for you, y/n. i just wanna make you feel good, let me do just that, hm?” you whimpered, head feeling light and fuzzy as anton picked up the pace.

you were now fully facing your side but anton held your thighs, pressing them against his body as he kept thrusting inside you ruthlessly. “anton, fuck! you feel too good,” you cry out, scratching on his couch desperately. anton filled you up so well, and he was fucking you so well too. you just feel too overwhelmed with all the pleasure you’re experiencing for the first time.

”all for you, baby,” anton leaned down to kiss your neck, body pressing down on your stomach involuntarily. you cry out at the pressure, “gonna cum, cumming! toni you’re making me cum!” you babble out incoherently, body tensing up as you release all over his cock.

anton stilled inside you for a second, wincing at how tight you were against him. “fuck, fuck. you sound so sweet too, y/n,” he moaned, almost feeling himself spill at how sweet your moans were for him.

you bite your lip, trying to focus your eyes on anton’s pained expression. he was breathing heavily, hips stuttering as he tried not to cum just yet. “anton,” your voice snapped him out of his trance, his eyes looking at yours immediately. you chuckle weakly, cupping his face and pulling him closer for a kiss.

you could feel anton twitching from the kiss you shared, hips moving slowly when you pull away. “make me yours, y/n. i’ll give you everything, please,” anton begged, voice getting higher as his thrusts become sloppier. you could tell he was closer, biting your lip as you pull him in for another kiss. your lips moved more desperately against his, as if you were telling him you wanted just that.

anton broke the kiss, burying his head against your neck as he thrusted his hips, soon spilling deep inside you. “fuck, anton!” you cry out, feeling his warm cum pressing against your deepest wall despite the condom holding it inside. “fuck, fuck— wait, anton!” he kept spilling his cum, filling you up even more. the warmth made you cum for a second time, body trembling against his as anton held you close to him.

the two of you crash almost immediately, completely exhausted after everything. anton rubbed his lips against the skin on your shoulder, your body jerking up at how ticklish you felt. he chuckles softly, “did i prove my point?”

you chewed on your lip, “i might need more to convince me,” your voice just sounded so sweet as you said that to him.

oh, anton just couldn’t get enough of you.