a new young tenant moves in to your apartment complex and you find it hard to remain professional around him, as his landlord. so why not give in?
pairing ˗ˏˋsub!tenant!anton x dom!landlord!readerˎˊ˗
content - a little bit of a slowburn, attracted from first sight, tension, jealousy(from him), possessive!anton, mention of anton being a music producer, reader owns the apartment complex, porn w plot, p in v, unprotected sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, jerking off in front of you, orgasm control, riding, whimpering (standard), desperate/downbad anton, reader teases ALOT, dominant anton who experiences being sub for the first time with reader, finger sucking/mouth kink, begging, overstimulation, consensual sex, creampie, eats you out after sex, reader is 4 years older so both are young
warnings - reader crosses boundaries by watching him jerk off on cctv, camera installed in his bedroom(has a backstory), don't wanna spoil but what she does after seeing it maybe could fit in here but lowk dk and wouldn't know what to call it
“And this is where you’ll be staying. Look around and let me know your thoughts.”, you say with a pleasant, professional tone to the shy but almost excited potential-tenant in front of you. He begins to move further in and you close the door behind you.
Being a young female landlord isn’t easy. Oftentimes, you deal with tenants much older than you and tenants who immediately believe you’re not competent in your job thus treating you with disrespect. Oftentimes, these experiences fall in the category that is the one and only male species. However, there are some enjoyable moments.
Currently, you’re hosting a viewing for a man who called you at 9 am on the dot, right when your office hours open, asking eagerly for a viewing of a place you advertised online. It was odd, though. The voice sounded particularly youthful for such a place he was asking to view. Your building is fond of those in the older, early retired demographic who’d rather spend their last good 20 to 40 years of their life in complete luxury and freedom than at a nursing home. Furthermore, the town was quiet, with not much for the young, like you, to do. You couldn’t help but wonder how he could afford your listing, and if he could, what he did to afford it. Already intrigued to meet this mysterious man, you booked him in for a viewing for the day after.
What you didn’t expect was the sight that approached you at the outside of your apartment complex, where you arranged to meet up. A tall, slender but built man, dark fluffy hair that hung over his entire forehead and eyes but you could still make out his adorable brown orbs. In fact, adorable was the word you would use to sum him up. But he also looked sexy, and manly and handsome. He was wearing a blue top with blue washed jeans - a simple fit but it complimented his proportions well and was enough to make you slightly gush.
Honestly, it had been a while since you’d gotten laid, so it was no surprise that seeing this beauty of a man already got you on edge, especially in a town where your options are limited to either 55 and up year old creepy divorced men or their 20 year old trustfund sons who visit once a year. Even if nothing came from this, which you had already been expecting, the sight of him was enough to hold you off for the next 6 months.
As you watch him move around the room, go into the different rooms, your eyes couldn't resist checking him out. How was his back profile just as good as his front? Actually, nothing could beat that face, you thought, but wow. “I just wanna eat him.”, you mumble, from behind him as he walks around the main bathroom. He turns to meet your eyes and sweetly asks,
Flustered, which makes you wonder how easy you are, you shake your head and give a small smile. What you don’t seem to notice is how he has to bite back the smile that’s basically yearning to be plastered across his face when he turns his back.
You rejourn in the living room, mentally kicking yourself for almost getting caught being absolutely down bad.
“I’ll take it.”, he says, brightly.
A part of you wishes you could lie and say you weren’t excited to now have someone like this in close proximity to you everyday. You would make any plans to come knock on his door; welcome package; signing documents; noise complaint; general check up. Maybe even set up a private security camera to just watch his beautiful face everyday, everyhour, everymin-
“So what do I need to sign? And if I could do that as soon as possible, that would be great.”, he interrupts your train of thought, saying this with that stupid, amazing, toothy smile of his.
Oh, this was about to be fun.
It had been a week since Anton moved into apartment 707. You hadn’t seen him since the day he was moving his boxes into the complex, flexing his muscles like you weren’t obviously in heat.
But Anton was struggling too.
In a desperate plea to get away from his past living situation, having walked in on his ex in their bed with her “friend”, your ad came like a message sent from heaven. A small remote town, 2 hours from where he was, seemed to be a perfect fit and escape to help him get through this brutal breakup. So when he finally met you on the day of the viewing, he felt the angels themselves were looking out for him. The warmth you exuded encapsulated him and brought his thoughts and mind to a standstill, something that was desperately needed. He was enamored by you, already just by looking at you. Your gorgeous face, gorgeous smile, gorgeous body. Now, he would be lying if he said you weren’t part of the reason why he decided to take the place.
However, Anton wasn’t able to distinguish whether his thoughts about you were because he was feeling lonely and upset and maybe just wanted a rebound, or because he genuinely might have a crush on you. But it was too early to tell and so he left it.
But from the last day he saw you, when he was moving in, the way he noticed how your eyes hung over his body, it only made him swirl even more. How was he meant to ignore whatever he may feel for you when you were looking at him like he was your next meal? You were making this all too hard for him. Like…very hard.
Anton tries his best to not jerk off, more because he prefers the real thing and it makes him feel juvenile. However, this problem was becoming unbearable. It was, for a lack of better words, hurting. The way your oiled cleavage glistened in the sun and the curve of your hips and plump ass were hugged by your chill but chic grey pants was an image that had been burned in his mind all week. He yearned to see more of you. In the sense of your presence and…amongst other things. But enough is enough.
Coming out of the bathroom, with a towel around his neck, drying his washed hair, and a black top and black sweatpants on, he makes himself comfortable in bed. Thoughts of whether he should do this organically or with visual aid run across his mind. However, before he could decide, he’s interrupted with a triple knock on the door. He knows he's not expecting any visitors so he ignores it at first. “But what if it's her?”, he ponders.
With that, he pounces out of bed, basically runs to the door, almost tripping in the process, readjusts his pants, thinks of grannies, and checks the peephole. And he is granted another blessing.
Clearing his throat, ruffling his still dripping wet hair in the mirror on the wall beside, he opens the door with a wide smile.
You’re wearing a black tight fitted pantsuit trailed with white stitching, with a blazer that dug deep down your chest, accentuating your cleavage. Grannies aren’t doing shit for his dick right now.
“I come bearing gifts. Late welcome gifts, that is.”, you chant, words almost taken from you with how unbearably hot he looks. He, somehow, looks better than the first two times you saw him, which you definitely did not think was possible. Refreshed but also maybe tired? Like something has been taking up his energy.
“Oh, thank you. I read about this on the ad; I thought maybe you’d forgotten about me.”, he jokes, subtly attempting to be bold.
It's clear he doesn't know he's dealing with the boldest of them all.
“I could never forget about you.”, you say, with a charm and handing the gift towards him. One of your favourite things about you is that when you see even a little bit of an opening, you don't miss. Closed mouths don’t get fed. And with Anton’s subtly surprised expression, you reckon you've started eating.
This only eggs him on to do what he's been wanting to from when he saw you through the peephole.
“Do you wanna come in? You know, since you came all this way to give me this gift.”, he asks, rubbing the back of his neck under the damp towel. This only gets more intense as you wait to answer, deliberately, silence hanging in the air. He’s wondering if he completely misread the situation, if he sounds likes a pervert who only wants to bang his landlord-
“Sure. Though, I have to go after like an hour.”
Breathing out an imaginary exhale, he goes to the side to let you in. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to look down, focusing on the way your hips sway and how great your ass looks in those pants.
When you step inside, you take in the minimalistically decorated living space, grey toned kitchen, and the displays of action figures and built lego projects on the tv stand.
“Wow, you've really done up the place in such a short amount of time. Are you an interior designer or something?”, you ask, as you sit down on the kitchen chair.
Your eyes follow him positioning himself on the opposite side of the counter, facing you then asking if you want coffee. As he starts to make it, per your answer, he starts to answer your question.
“I just really like decorating my space and making it feel comfortable. But I have my own business.”
“Music. I produce beats and sell them to artists.”
Of all things he could’ve said, you definitely were not expecting that.
You two continue talking about professions, and how you both got into your industries, filling in the time for the coffee to be ready. Eventually, he turns around and places your cup in front of you and takes the opposite seat then starts drinking his own.
“You know, and I hope it’s not callous of me to say this, but I did wonder what you did for a living to be able to pay for this place. It’s just that the certain demographic here are people who spend money aimlessly because they have so much of it. And the only young people I see that do the same here are usually their children.”, you explain, chuckling lightly at the end.
Even though it's slight, your smile is enough for Anton to, unexpectedly to him, blush.
“I’ve never worked with any big shots or household names, but it's enough to pay the bills. Though, I did have to cut into my savings a little for this place, but it seemed worth it.”
“I had no idea that a town with so little to do and an average population of wealthy elders would be so appealing for young adults. Well, of course excluding young adult landlords.”
He let out a laugh in the form of a huff. He isn’t sure why, but Anton feels so comfortable with you. He wants to tell you more about him, and he wants to know more about you. He starts to tell you his backstory, detailing why he was in such a desperate position to move into a place he couldn’t fully afford.
The part of the story that shocks you isn’t the fact that he was in a relationship less than 2 weeks ago; look at him, he's gorgeous. No, it’s the fact that someone had him and let him out of their grasp. You would never. Although you could sit here and rain a bunch of insults on the girl, you’re more than overjoyed that she cheated because now he’s been led right to you and you are not going to pass this opportunity up. Closed mouths don’t get fed, right?
You stretch your hand out and put it on top of his, that was resting on the handle on the cup. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”, you say, a tone mixed with empathy and possibly a tinge of deceit. Slowly, you rub your thumb back and forth on his hand, your face still looking like that of concern.
To put it simply - this is not good for Anton. His mind, heart and body are completely unsettled. Why is such a small touch unravelling him like this? It’s not like he's never been intimate with a woman, nor has he been touchstarved for that long. But there is just something about you. Like there’s an air of authority that you carry, past just being his landlord. You feel…mature. Sure you’re 4 years older than him, but the difference is striking in you.
A ringtone interrupts his thoughts, plus the lack of contact from you, as you pull away to take the call. He’s slightly grateful because he realised he hadn’t responded all that time, the shock of your touch literally taking his words away.
He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but when he catches the voice of a lower octave he has no choice. As he watches you speak on the phone, he wonders who has you smiling like that, feeling comfortable enough to jokingly insult. Your eyes move up to see Anton already looking at you, and he doesn’t look away. A fire lights up inside of you as you sense a sly hint of possessiveness from him. Your eyes remain on him as you continue with the conversation, that’s beginning to wrap up.
When Anton snaps out of whatever trance he was in, he looks away and clears his throat. Who is he to be staring at you so intimately, and questioning who you were speaking to? The realisation, that he needs to remind himself of his place and as just your tenant, sunk in. But when he hears you say bye, and start to get your bag and stand up, it’s like it starts all over again.
“This isn’t how I would’ve liked our conversation to end, but I have to get going now.”, you say, softly.
“Oh, that's okay. I-I’ll see you out.”, he answers, once again having to snap out of the all-consuming thoughts, this time wondering if that mystery man is the reason you have to go.
As you get to the outside of the door, you turn back to speak.
“Thanks for sharing everything today, I’m happy that you did.”
“Hah, I probably said more than I should’ve to my landlord, but I liked speaking with you.”
“Oh, and if I were her, I would’ve never let you out of my hand.”
With that, you wave goodbye and make your way down the hallway.
Anton’s left more than confused with your final sentence and when he closes the door and rests his back against it, he wonders if he’s allowed to think that what you said is more loaded than it seems.
Since that day, you two haven’t properly spoken for close to two weeks now. You see him occasionally when you come to your building per request of other tenants for discussion of upgrading rooms or enquiries of the contract. You would stop for a quick catch up and he’d tell you he’s on his way to explore the town, or go to the beach or he’s meeting with a friend who came to visit. While the both of you wished for longer conversations and a closer bond, you both did nothing. Anton felt he had to restrict himself, to remember that you are his landlord and he is your tenant. And that you don’t view him as anything else. He isn’t anything special. He shouldn’t think he is just because of how you were to him when you came over, because he saw you being just as friendly to the new young male tenant that just moved in. Maybe it's a specialty service you do to ensure good reviews, or you just genuinely want to make him feel welcome. He’d been gaslighting himself so much that he truly believes your actions were that of sweet innocence and naivety.
So why is he here, sitting in front of his laptop, to test that?
The maintenance request form.
Lately, he'd been getting to know some of his neighbours and in one of those conversations, they’d given him the easy way to get maintenance issues fixed quickly. Become one of the landlord’s favourites. When you send a maintenance request, it’ll usually take a week before the appropriate worker can come to fix it, but his sweet old neighbour told him that the landlord comes to personally see her whenever she makes any requests. Then the next day, the worker comes. This information was meant to help his experience as a tenant, but Anton has other ideas. Selfish, personal ideas.
The gaslighting to think of you as just his landlord, the avoidance of thinking of you at all, the constant pent up hunger for you; it all came rushing when he saw you talking to that other young tenant. He wants to be the only one. The only one you talk to like that, you look at like that, you touch like that. There was no need for the handshake to last that long, or for you to look at him with those eyes, and smile at him with that same smile of yours. Anton just couldn’t understand the rage, upset, and passion he felt seeing that. For someone he barely knows. For someone who he pays rent to.
You're sitting at home, going through any last emails for the day before you enter your bed when you see an email labelled “Flat 707 maintenance request”.
“What?”, you say to yourself, as you click on the email and open the form. Lo and behold, it truly is from Anton, seeing his full name filled out at the top. You read through and you’re left confused. A leak in the bathroom? And the kitchen? It hadn’t even been a month since he moved in. Plus, when you saw him earlier today, he didn’t mention any of that. So, this must be true. Right? What reason would Anton have to lie about fake maintenance? Then, like the universe desperately wants you to figure this out, you suddenly remember the face he was making when he saw you talking to the new tenant that moved in. The same face he was making when you were on the phone to your brother that day you came over. If this really is what you’re thinking then you’ve massively underestimated Anton. Sending in a fake maintenance form just to get your attention? Taking the risk of either you or a plumber knocking on his door? You start to chuckle to yourself, taking a sip of your coffee. Closing your laptop, and heading to bed, you think of outfit ideas for tomorrow. It's a big day.
You don't usually come in on Saturdays, hence the surprise in some of your older tenants’ faces and the comments of “working hard today?” as you walk by. It’s 2 pm, and having filled up on lunch, you have all the energy needed for what you’re about to do. Prepping yourself up in the elevator, you apply a layer of lipgloss, fix your hair and adjust your clothes. Wearing a black tight skirt that rides up to your mid thigh, sheer black tights, leather black pumps and a white batwing top, you feel confident and sexy. Though you're a landlord, you love to go for the corporate apparel; you look and feel good and you’ve found your tenants are less likely to bullshit you when you come around asking for late rent. Unbeknownst to you, Anton loves it too. And he’s gonna love what you have prepared for him.
Hearing two knocks at the door, Anton's heart starts to race. He’d been so unsettled and anxious since he sent that email, especially with no word back from you. He thought you would’ve sent back an acknowledgement email, but no. Absolute silence. Until now. He’s praying with all his heart it’s not the neighbours giving him baked goods.
He runs to the door, looks through the peephole and his heart practically stops beating. He physically has to wipe his smile off his face with hands, takes a deep breath in and opens the door. He takes in your outfit, mentally complimenting you, because it’d be weird to say in real life, and his eyes linger on your exposed thick thighs.
“You sent a maintenance form for leaks, so I wanted to come check the situation myself. Can I come in?”
He opens the door wider to let you in. When you fully situate yourself inside, his happiness quickly dies down as it starts to sink in how stupid his impulsive decision was, because now you’re gonna easily find out there was actually no problem to begin with and think he’s an absolute weirdo for lying about maintenance.
“You said it was in the kitchen and bathroom sink right?”, you interrupt his thoughts.
“Y-Yeah. I, uh, cleaned the leaks this morning and it hasn’t leaked since.”, he babbled, quickly making up an excuse.
He follows you as you go past the counter and angle down to open the cupboard underneath the sink. Your ass is in perfect view, and your skirt rides up just enough to cover anything private but Anton is still completely destabilised. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. But he has to stay focused. He has two lies he needs to lie his way out of. He can’t let himself get distracted.
Then any sort of thinking quite literally exits his brain when you go on your knees, deeper into the cupboard and arch your back. It doesn’t help that as you shimmy your head around to look for imaginary damages, you let out moans that seem slightly too much for what you’re doing. All the moving around is causing your skirt to shift around and now he could see the lower half of your ass, the sheerness of the tights doing the job, and the peek of a red cloth covering your cunt. With how much of your ass is exposed, it’s obvious you’re wearing a thong, and Anton’s head spins even more. Everything he’s feeling by seeing you like this is rushing straight to his dick. His hand on the counter, supporting his legs that feel numb, and his free hand is grasping over his mouth and chin, going back and forth in disbelief. You have to know what you’re doing. He doesn’t wanna feel like a pervert, but he can’t stop his hand from moving from the counter to over his dick, ready to gently palm it. Anton just wants some relief; at this point, anything will do.
You start to move out of the cupboard and stand up straight, jolting him to hastily remove his hand, awkwardly place it on his hips and quickly turn around. Noticing this, you smirk to yourself, seeing as this is going to plan. Of course you knew what you were doing, that’s why you’re even here in the first place.
“Anton, you okay?”, you innocently say, making your way towards him. You touch his shoulder, and feel the shivers run down his body.
“Yeah!”, he says, surprised by the sudden contact, and clears his throat, “Sorry, no I just- um did you find anything?”
Letting out a silent chuckle, you answer, “No, I didn’t but I guess a plumber will have more of an eye than me for these things. Let’s check the bathroom now. It’s the main one, right?”
When he replies, “Yeah.”, sheepishly, you almost feel bad for him. Almost.
And when you did the same thing again, Anton really couldn’t take it. He’s hiding his hard-to-get-rid-of boner from you thus not being able to see you, but those same moans still go through one ear and out his dick. You leave him no choice but to excuse himself, so he hastily informs you he's going to the ensuite bathroom. But he’s not getting let off that easily.
“Wait! I don’t think that’s a good idea.”, you say, with fake worry and alertness, standing up to go towards him.
“Why?”, he says, back still facing you.
“These things are all connected. You could cause an even bigger leak, or the pipes may just burst all together.”
He’s not really sure how much of that he believes, but it’s not like that matters when he knows there really is no leak anyways.
“It’ll be fine, I used it this morning with no issues.”
He hurriedly rushes to the bedroom door and just as he opens it by a crack, you come from behind him and pull the door back to shut.
“Can you turn around, Anton?”, you demand, voice sweet but authoritative, your hand on top of his on the doorknob. You low-key wish there wasn’t such a height difference between you two, because you wanted to whisper that right in his ear.
“W-why? I just need to use the bathroom quick-”
You interrupt him to grab his body, and turn him around. With instinct, he immediately covers his lower half, his boner bulging out of his white linen pants. You think he looks so adorable right now. The shy, ashamed look on his face, the way his eyes were avoiding yours, and the way he was biting his bottom lip. You were wetter than ever.
“The pipes could burst. Understood?”, you say, with each word said clearly and directly. Fuck, even you were scared of yourself right now. Anton, on the other hand, feels even more perverted because never has he been turned on like he is right now.
He nods, slowly, as a response, unsure of if he should end his life after you leave or after he jerks off after you leave.
“There’s no coming back from this.”, he thinks, “I’m a complete pervert, in her eyes, who can’t control his dick after seeing some ass. His landlord’s ass at that.”
He musters up all his courage to look at you, wondering what type of face you’re making, but when he sees you looking down, he panics even more.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I don’t- This wasn’t- It won’t happen agai-”, he rambles, expression of pure sorrow and remorse plastered on his face. He doesn’t want you to think of him this way, he knows he’s much more than this. He’s not just some horny guy who wants a piece of you, he wants to know you, everything about you. Your likes, dislikes, dreams. But he’s blown it all.
“You didn’t have to lie to get my attention. If you wanted it, you could’ve just asked.”, you say, with a smirk. You’re both looking at each other now, his eyes showing disbelief.
You laugh lightly and take a step back.
“Seeing as there are no damages, I won’t give the plumbers a call. If there’s any other issues, then you know what to do. As for now, I think my work here is done.”, you say, going back into the naive role, and make your way down the hall to the door, leaving poor Anton still in disbelief.
Before you leave, you decide to do just one more bold thing. You look back to him, call out his name and say, “In case you were wondering,”, you gesture with a small push up your boob, “they’re both red.”
And with the click clack of your heels, you leave his apartment.
But the day isn’t over yet.
Something that Anton may not have paid attention to or even seen at all is the presence of a camera in apartment 707. The last tenant’s family required cameras to be installed due to him walking around in the middle of the night, and constantly going missing for hours. When he eventually died, and opened up the place for sale, its presence had slipped your mind. Until today.
You know as soon as you left Anton in that room alone, he moved fast to let off all the pent up energy that’d been building. Nevertheless, your time to strike wasn’t then. You’re saving that for later this evening. So you stay in an apartment on the top floor, reserved for any convenience. And when the time comes, you go down to the security room, lock the door behind you and flick through the different cameras.
Then, at one particular camera, you’re greeted with Anton, underneath his covers, scrolling on his phone. You let out an exhale, having, eventually, found the right camera and waited for any action. Of course, you know this is a gamble. He could just lay in bed and fall asleep to his phone and not do anything, but all you can do is hope that you did a number on him with your earlier performance.
A good 20 minutes go by, and the realisation of what you’re doing begins to settle in. This isn’t even like you. How crazy did this random tenant make you? Feelings of shame wash over you and you grab the mouse to switch off the camera.
But like fucking clockwork, you see him start to shimmy around, and a small rhythm shows from the covers as his eyes are glued to something on his phone. He’s palming himself. You continue to watch, completely absorbed by what you’re seeing, and it only gets better. He throws the covers off him, and exposes his body covered only by black boxer briefs, which look like Calvin Klein. Though the camera’s pretty far away, the bulge piercing through his boxers is something you didn’t have to squint to see. And when he puts his hand under to let his dick spring free, you most definitely did not have to squint. His dick looks girthy and not as long as you expected but it doesn’t change how badly you want it in you. As if your day couldn’t get any better, you remember the cameras have audio, and you turn it on. All thoughts of shame are forgotten as you watch the scene unfold on the screen.
The small huffs and moans hit your ear and affect you more than you thought it would. He starts thrusting into his hand, eyes still glued onto his phone that you can hear female and male moans coming out of. Anton gets desperate so quickly, his body squirming around and you can make out his furrowed expression. You wonder what type of video he’s watching that has him this riled up, but it’s not like any answer will satisfy you. Because you know it’s not you. But then, he puts down his phone, and moves to sit on his knees. You can’t make out exactly what it is he’s saying, but you can tell just how insanely desperate he is. Your clit pulses around nothing, yearning for what you haven’t had and you lick your lips as you continue to watch him.
Then you hear something. Your name. Anton is saying your name. It’s like that activated him to speak louder because you can hear him as clear as day now.
“I wanna taste you, so badly. Fuck–please let me. I wanna feel you. I need you to ride me, fuck me– mmph!”, he moans, whimpering at the end.
He's thinking about you. If your seat wasn’t drenched before, it is now.
His whimpers increase and he’s using both hands now, one on his tip and one of his shaft. As he swirls around his tip, his body jolts but his thrusting doesn’t stop.
“Fuckfuckfuck–I wanna cum. I wanna cum for you!”
His whimpers get so loud, he places a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. The muffled moans only turn you on even more, as you shift and squeeze your thighs together. As he starts to squirm around even more, you figure he’s close to cumming, so you initiate your second plan of the day.
“Shit–I’m so close. I’m gonna cum–fuckkk. ’need to cum.”, Anton moans, as he bends down to plant the side of his face on the bed, now humping his hand and his sheets. He imagines all the things he wants you to do to him. Intense thoughts of you on top of him, showing no mercy; maybe even choking him or muffling his moans with your panties or, even better, your fingers. It’s all too much. Drool accumulates below his mouth, and it’s like his mind has gone numb. The only words he can say now are your name and “please” in an embarrassingly whiny tone. His eyes roll back, as he continues to think of your ass in those tights, the arch of your back, the peek of the red thong, and he starts to feel it coming.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The sound jolts him out of his trance and when he, quickly, tries to chase that feeling back, he can’t. Especially not with the continuous loud knocking. With a loud groan, he pulls up his boxers, puts on his white robe, and, still half-hard, heads to the door. Frustration rings through his body as he wonders who the hell could possibly be disturbing him this late at night? The last person he’s expecting to see through his peephole is you. Startled at this surprise late night visit, he quickly checks himself in the mirror and looks down to readjust his robe, making sure not to repeat earlier events.
When he opens the door, he audibly gulps at what you’re wearing. A fluffy pink robe tied at your waist, but still revealing that a pink satin nightgown underneath. He looks up to notice your hair in a messy bun, and, of course, a pink sleep mask up your forehead.
“Hi, Anton.”, you greeted.
You could almost laugh at how dishevelled he looks. His robe is poorly tied, and his breathing is so irregular, like he’s manually breathing. Poor baby.
He greets you back with a chime of your name, and asks what you’re doing here so late.
“I think, when I came over for the maintenance check, I must’ve left my bracelet here. I had it when I came but realised just now that it’s gone. I’ve checked everywhere but here, so is it okay if I do a sweep?”, you explain, with an innocent tone.
Even though he’s upset that he couldn’t finish, he’s glad to be in your presence again.
He lets you in, and when you walk into the living room, you turn to look at him behind you.
“Did I interrupt a workout session? You’re breathing quite hard, and sweating on your forehead.”
His hand goes to rub the back of his head.
“Yeah, I workout in the evenings, before bed sometimes.”, his voice shy and small.
“Seemed quite intense.”, you tease, moving to the same place where you made him realise how completely easy he is for you.
A part of him hopes you repeat all that you did earlier today. He’s never seen you in such casual wear, let alone night wear. His mind wonders, thinking of if you still have on that red thong, or maybe you don’t wear panties to bed. Just imagining your free cunt under that robe and gown makes his head spin.
Despite this, you do nothing. You crouch down at both sinks, move your head around, making no unnecessary, inappropriate noise and meet back in the living room.
“I don’t think it’s here. Regardless, thanks for letting me in so late to check.”, you sigh with fake sadness.
Anton internally shames himself for feeling so disappointed at the lack of lewdness, calling himself a pervert in the process. But it’s now he notices your robe has become undone, and is fully exposing your nightgown that hugs you in the right places, and sits at your upper thigh. Your nipples are poking out of the material, and he focuses on your boobs sitting naturally with no bra. Are you toying with him? With everything that happened today, and the signs he had to gaslight himself out of reading into, is it really that crazy for him to think this whole thing is a ruse to rile him up and tease him?
Seeing him run his eyes down your body, then almost get lost in thought, you say what you know would bring him back to the present.
“Did you end up fixing your…problem? Earlier today.”
Yup. Definitely a ruse. And now he felt confident to play a part.
“I’m not sure if that’s something a landlord should be asking their tenant. Or even wanting to know.”, he replies, smirking enough for you to see.
Now, what you had planned for was for him to be all shy and weak at the face of that question, so this complete 180 threw you off. You clear your throat, thinking of what to say but your thoughts get interrupted by him asking if you wanted a drink.
Feeling lucky that he’d gotten one up on you, he heads to the kitchen, to pour you both a glass of apple juice, per your answer.
As you sit in the same seats of that day, he passes you your cup. In sync, you both take a sip, eyes on each other.
“I have a right to know.”
“If you solved your problem.”
“What problem? The maintenance?”
His smirk is so cunning, you start to wonder where this side of him came from.
“You’re doing this on purpose now. You know what I’m talking about.”
“You’re one to talk.”, he says under his breath, with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry?”, your voice amused with this new level of confidence.
“There’s no bracelet, is there? Or do you want to tell me I’m wrong?”
You scoff, eyes still locked in on each other.
“You’re damn right I wanna tell you you’re wrong. Give me one good reason why I would lie about that?”, you argue, taking a risk with that question, knowing full well, you’ll lose.
“To get in here. That’s why you came to my door in a fully tied nightrobe then as soon as you’re in, it’s somehow come undone.”
Letting out a big laugh, feigning ignorance to his claims, you stood up from the chair and asserted, “You’re reading into things.”
Pretending to be heading towards the door, the grab of your wrist turns and pulls you back.
“You really want to leave? Would you feel satisfied not getting what you came here for? What I know you've been wanting?”, he challenged, his tone seductive and cheeky.
Then it hits you that Anton’s completely misread this situation.
A smile as sly as ever, you walk towards him, and continue walking, pushing him back with your pointer finger, rhythmically, as you say, “So tell me, Anton. What exactly is it that you think I came here for? What do I want from you?”
His back hits the wall connected to the marbled counter and he stares down intimately at you, his dominant side, that he’s used to, not allowing him to back down.
“You want me to fuck you.”
You snort. Then once more. Now, you’re full on laughing, having to muffle the sound with your hand.
He’s bewildered by this. Did you not want to fuck? Was he completely wrong? But then, why would you come here dressed like this? These thoughts become utterly silenced by the words that come out from you next.
“And here you were pretending to be so smart and having me all figured out.”, you move to grab his chin, “I want to fuck you. In fact, I want to ruin you. So much that all you can think of is me. I want to ruin you to the point that nothing else does it for you. To the point where you can’t even jerk off or cum to anyone but me. Once you taste me, it'll be all you want, all you desire, all you crave.”
You give his face a squeeze, and tilt your head to look up at him with faux innocence.
Letting go of his face, you take a step back.
Anton’s unsure of how he would even begin to process everything you’ve just said. It’s what he’d secretly wanted you to do to him this whole time but to hear such filthy words come out of your mouth, it’s hotter than he could’ve imagined. His body is tense and he remains silent, eyes looking down as he tries to remember to breathe. His mouth is completely dry and it's hard to swallow.
You watch as he tries to regain any ounce of sanity and decide to toy with him once more.
“Well seeing as we both want different things, I guess there’s nothing we can do. I’ll head out and we can forget this ever happened.”
As you pretend to walk towards the door, yet again, you hear an abrupt, “Wait!”.
You could do this all day.
You turn around only to be slapped in the face with the most desperate face you think anyone in history has ever made. The slight furrow of his eyebrows, his eyes as puppydog as ever, looking straight into your soul, and the bite on his plump pink lips. This fucker.
Walking towards him, you stretch your hand to cup and caress his cheek. He practically melts into your touch.
“Why? Do you want me to ruin you?”
Feeling pity on him, you decide to go easy on him and not force him to say it himself, not when he’s already showing so much courage. Plus, you’re starting to feel impatient.
He nods, hands clawing at the side of his robe.
“I want the same things. It was all I could think about today, when I was…fixing my problem. I-I just didn’t know if you were into stuff like that. I didn’t even know I was.”
You give him one more look before you cup both sides of his face and bring him in closer, to land your lips on his. His hands instinctively find solace on your wrist and waist, as he lets out soft hums. The kiss is delicate, like you’re being careful with one another but you’re both still hungry for more. The feeling of your plump lips has him eager to taste the rest of you, he;s licking his lips as you pull away.
Giving him a soft smile, you let out an exhale and state, “You know it’ll be hard for me to go easy on you, right?”
“It’s fine, I can take it.", he declares.
Your hand moves to ruffle his hair, “That’s a good boy.”
His dick twitches at this new name, and, hand in hand, you lead him to his bedroom, locking the door behind you.
“S-Shit. This isn’t enough, please. Please, just do something. I need more.”, Anton whines, hips currently thrusting at full speed into his own hand.
He keeps on switching from hand to hand, using both, focusing on the tip, but it's just not enough. Not when he can see you, legs crossed on his bed, watching him fuck himself so intensly. You’re now showing him the red thong that had his mind going crazy, and the lacy bralette that he’s fantasised about seeing. Your body is absolutely divine to him, seeing as how dry his mouth got when you finally took off your night gown. But now you’re here, denying yourself the pleasure, knowing you want to touch him just as badly as he wants you to, just to fuck with him and make him even more needy for you.
“Do you want to disobey me?”, you probed, eyebrows sparking up at him.
“No. No- fuck. I just don’t wanna cum like this. I can’t cum like this. I need to feel you. Please, I’ve been so good this whole time haven’t I?”
You knew you couldn’t argue with that. When you told him you wanted to see how he jerked off by himself earlier today, you were lowkey stunned at how obedient he was. Of course, there was a little apprehension at first, but he didn’t voice it. At any rate, you could see how increasingly needy and sloppy his thrusts were getting and the constant squirming and cursing. It was all affecting you too, your core clenching and pulsing around nothing. Your hunger only grows as you’re staring at his abs that are tightening and clenching with every squirm and hitch of a breath. His dick is flushed with red veins bulging through and he tightens his grip when he sees you, practically, eyefucking him, whilst biting your lips.
Anton does just that. He removes his hands from his dick and lays his head on the pillows.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me, and I think it’s time you get a reward.”, you say, tone as smooth as silk.
You spread his legs, and situate yourself in between. Your hands rest on each of his thighs, feeling the shivers run through his body. His breathing is heavy, as he stares expectantly at you. Then, you start to plant gentle kisses up from his shaft to his tip, causing him to let out a tiny whimper. Your eyes trail up to him as you begin to focus your mouth on his tip, going from gentle kisses to sucking. He’s already getting so riled up, especially with his dick being so sensitive from before. Anton’s clenching the sheets while moans and whimpers escape him as you up the intensity. Soon enough, you’re taking him deeper in your mouth and it all becomes too much for him.
“Fuck–W-wait I think I’m close. Shit!”, his eyes roll to the back of his head.
You show no signs of stopping, now using your hand to rub the base up and down, focusing your lips back to the tip. You swirl your tongue around the tip and play with the slit, eliciting a row of high-pitched whimpers from him.
“Ahh! N-No, I can’t! I’m gonna cum–fuck!”, he practically screams, his head grinding into the side of the pillow, biting down in an attempt to muffle his moans.
Upon hearing this, you pull off immediately.
“W-Why did you stop? I was so close.”, he protests in a whiny tone, eyebrows furrowed in desperation, tears threatening to fall.
“You don’t cum unless I tell you to. If you do, I’ll make sure you won’t cum at all today. Got it?”, you command.
He knew being the one to get dominated for once would be a whole new experience but it all feels so surreal to him. But he’s loving every second of being under your control.
Giving you a shy nod, you get back into it. It’s like he’s even more sensitive, given the mewls and chokes on moans. The feeling of his dick twitching and pulsing in your hand, the noises and faces he’s making - it all feels like a drug.
“Ngh! I’m close again, c-can I cum? Please, let me cum for you. I can’t hold on any longer.”
“Beg harder and I’ll think about it.”, you say, slightly muffled as you speak with half his dick in your mouth.
Anton’s fists the sheets even more tightly, eyes squeezed shut to hold back from cumming. “Please, please let me cum! I’ll do anything you say, just–f-fuck–nnghh–p-please! It really hurts!”
The nickname does it. That same second, he's cumming ropes of his hot cum, landing on his stomach and your hands that are still pumping his shaft. His hand has to fly over to his mouth in embarrassment of how loud he’s whining. Arousal and neediness overtake you and you’re climbing his body to land him a kiss. At first it was slow, starting with small pecks, then the hunger exudes through both of you and morphs into true passion. He gives up any fight to lead, letting your tongue explore his mouth, biting and sucking on his lips. All his whimpers get eaten by you, with no chance to escape. You pull away to tease him and he, of course, needily whines at the sudden lack of contact, and leans in to follow your mouth, like a lost puppy. When your lips touch but he doesn’t feel you kiss him back, he groans. Unable to help it with such a cute show in front of you, you smile against his mouth. Feeling this and frustrated, he, gently, grabs the back of your neck and forces you closer to continue kissing you. That went straight to your core.
This time, he pulls away and looks you deep in your eyes, “I wanna make you feel good too. Will you let me?”
The desperation in his voice only got you wetter and who were you to deny this golden opportunity. You’d been wanting to stuff his face full of your cunt since the minute you met him. Giving him the green light, you switch places. He brings your knees up and curls each of his arms between your thighs, planting small kisses as he goes down, your breath hitching in response. He teases kisses on your clothed cunt then proceeds to take it off with his teeth. As if he couldn’t get any hotter.
He’d barely even started before he could feel himself already getting dizzy just from the feeling of your bare pussy on his tongue. He’s lapping at your folds, and licking long slow stripes from your hole to your clit. Anton wants to take his time with you. He wants to bask in this moment, loving the way you quietly let out moans and shake in response to him.
“Pull my hair–fuck, please.”, he groans, looking up at you as he takes a second to come up for air. And when your hand finally settles in and tugs on his locks, he fucking loses it, going rock hard.
He goes deep in your hole with his tongue, moans vibrating against your folds. You see his lower half basically humping against the bed, but you’re too fucked-out to discipline him. You wonder how his ex ever let this mouth go.
Your moans increase with every lick and suck, and when he inserts two fingers inside, you start to see stars.
“Am I doing good, baby? Please, tell me I am.”, he begs, wanting to hear praise from you. He’s so hard from your moans, the way you tighten your grip in his hair and how you’re basically smothering him with your thighs clasped around his head.
“Y-Yes! Fuck, you’re doing so good for me. You’re such a good boy, tonnie. Keep going–don't stop!”, you moan out through gritted teeth.
The praise goes straight to his dick, and he feels himself getting so close. The friction of the sheets against the bed paired with your praise is making him so desperate. Knowing he’s doing such a good job is making him stain the sheets with his pre-cum.
“Are you close? I need you to come on my tongue, please–I want it so bad. Your good boy needs you to, please!”, he pleaded, fingers going at an overwhelming pace, like he’s literally trying to dig your orgasm out of you.
Now, you’re both rutting - him against the sheets, you against his face and fingers.
“Shit, yeah! Yeah! I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum–ahh!”
Legs locking, you clench even tighter around his head and, finally, cum undone. Anton still keeps flicking his tongue and fucking you with his fingers, riding you through your high.
When you finally come down, he’s peckering kisses onto your face.
“Are you okay?”, he asks.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking how we didn’t do this sooner.”, you reassure, smiling at him.
He laughs as he settles down next to you.
Feeling like he’s getting too comfortable, you look over, “The night’s not over yet, tonnie. I haven’t ruined you like I wanted.”
Then, you’re moving over to straddle his hips and unclipping your bra. Activated, he sits up to rest his back against the headboard.
He’s in awe of your body, your bare breasts so close to his face and you’re looking down at him in pure hunger. You’ve never looked more sexy to him.
“What are you going to do to me?”, he whispers, desperation exposing, as he looks up at you with those puppy eyes.
Grabbing his chin, you grind your cunt against his shaft, “I’m gonna ride you, you want me to ride you baby?”
“Mmph–please. I wanna feel you.”
“Yeah? Tell me how bad you want it.”, you tease, now dragging the tip of his cock up and down your entrance.
Biting down on his lips, he attempts to muffle his moans.
“So bad, baby. Put it in, please, I need you to fuck me.”
Letting out a small “Good boy.”, you sink down on his dick, both moaning at the long-awaited feeling of him filling you up.
Leaning down to kiss him, you start moving your hips, slowly, just allowing yourself to get adjusted to his size. Though he’s not as long as you’ve dealt with, you’ve never felt someone stretch you out like he has.
“Fuck, your dick feels so fucking amazing, tonnie. What a bad boy for keeping this from me.”
“N-No–nnghh–tell me I’m good–please.”
“Maybe when I see how good you take this.”
With that, you begin to slam your hips up and down his dick, gripping his shoulders for balance. Your walls clench and squeeze around him as he slides in and out of you. You only get more wet when his moans and whimpers are much louder and lewder than before. His hands grip your thighs, trying to remain sane with how euphoric your gummy walls feel around his dick.
Anton reaches out to grab your face to lock eyes with you, “Kiss me, please.”
Heart skipping a beat, you smash your lips onto him, moans, spit and lust mixed between your mouths.
“S-So good–so fucking good, baby. Go faster–fuckfuckfuck!–please–I need it so bad.””
Pleasure overtaking you, you stabilise yourself and increase the speed of your hips, your boobs bouncing in front of his face. He’s completely mesmerised, he doesn’t even realise he's latching onto your boob, sucking like he’s trying to get milk. Your back arches even more, moans reaching pornagraphic level. Finding your hands in his hair, you pull on his locks as you continue to fuck him senseless.
His dick is leaking inside you, pulsing and pulsing as he feels even more unable to take all that you’re giving him. Anton’s squirming around and he’s digging deeper in your thighs but this only encourages you to clench tighter and ride faster.
He’s tapping relentlessly at your thigh, practically screaming, “Fuck!–Baby, no–stop–y-you gotta slow down–please! I don’t wanna cum yet!”
“And you won’t, if you wanna be good for me. Hold it, tonnie.”
“No, please! I can’t–I really can’t! Mmph–shit! You’re so fucking tight, it’s too much!”
“I thought you liked it, tonnie, now it’s too much? My poor puppy can’t take it? Want me to stop?”, you whisper, sultrily in his ear, your words making him shiver and his dick twitch.
“No–don’t stop! Keep going–keep fucking me–please!”, he whines, eyes rolling back to your involuntary clench to his desperate pleading.
“Mmm– that’s what I thought, slut.”
Anton didn’t know such a degrading name would have his dick twitching and aching for more, and if he didn’t have the stamina and mental strength that he had, he would’ve come right on the spot.
It doesn't help that, now, your hand has found its way to his face, and your thumb is stroking all around his lips slowly. Anton, eager as ever, parts his lips, practically offering his mouth to you. When you hook your thumb in, he's closing his eyes and sucking on it, whimpers muffled. Feeling more turned on by his pathetic display, you put two fingers in and he's more than happy to accommodate. He's tonguing your fingers, licking up, down and in-between, his hands coming to grip your wrist as he moves it further down his mouth to touch his throat. At this point, he's damn near choking on your fingers, tongue flat and drool falling. The sounds he's making are only making you more wet, as he goes back to sucking and gagging on your fingers, tears falling from the sensation. This was way better than he imagined it to be, as he grinds up to go deeper in you.
“You wanna cum, tonnie? Then, beg to cum in this pussy.”, your voice low and hard.
He didn’t even consider the possibility of cumming in you, but now his desperation has hit a peak. Never in his life had he longed and yearned for something this bad.
“Please, let me cum–shit! I just wanna cum for you, please let your good boy fill you up–mmphh! I’m so fucking close! Please–ugh–I can’t hold it!”
Feeling your high reach closer and closer, you give him permission and he’s hugging you as his body goes stiff, squirting and painting your walls white, filling you up with sticky strings of hot cum. His lewd whimpers fill the room as he continues cumming, eyes rolled far back in his head as his back arches and thighs jerk. But he doesn’t even get his chance to rest when you start moving again.
“Wh-What are you doing? I already came, my dick is gonna–hah–fuck!–It’s gonna explode if you keep going!”
You turn around to land in a reverse cowgirl position, planting your feet on either side of his legs and continue slamming down on his dick.
“I still haven’t cum yet, so shut up and–mmph!–let me use you.”
The view of your ass bouncing on his spent dick has him going crazy, and he can feel himself getting embarrassingly close already. His head clashes back into the headboard, whimpers getting increasingly high-pitched as you start squeezing him even tighter as you become dangerously close to the edge.
“Fuck, tonnie, I’m gonna cum. Does my good boy want me to cum all over his dick, hm?”
You can’t even see how intensely he’s nodding his head, “Y-yeah, cum on your dick, baby! I’m all yours, use me–ahh!”
Then, you’re cumming, back giving out as you release everything. Your vision goes dark, only seeing stars as the pleasure overtakes your whole body.
“You're milking me dry–fuuuuck me. Shit!–i’m gonna cum too, can I cum as well–baby please?”
Your throat being dry, from how loud you’ve been moaning, you barely manage to let out a hoarse “Cum for me.” and with that, he’s pumping you full again.
No man has ever made you orgasm like this, making this experience much more overwhelming and thrilling. As you come down on your high, you feel your legs and thighs start to burn. You settle beside him to stretch your legs, then you see Anton move over to place your legs back and face your cunt.
“I gotta keep my lady clean.”, he says, with a cheeky smirk on his face, as he starts lapping at your folds.
His lady, huh? You could get used to that.
The sun glistens on your face as you rub your eyes awake. When you get adjusted to the bright light, you look next to you only to see an empty bed. Before you could even begin to wonder where Anton is, you're greeted with his back entering the room, holding two trays of food and mugs of coffee.
“Oh, aren’t you cute?”, you chime with a smile as you sit up to lay against the headboard.
Once he settles your tray in front of you, he joins you in bed.
“I try my best. I figured I’d make you something good, after you used up all your energy last night.”
You let out a laugh and start eating your heart-shaped fluffy pancakes, and egg and bacon.
“So do all your one night stands get this specialty service? Or is it specifically reserved for those who blow your mind?”
“Ha. Ha.”, he laughs, sarcastically, “But I’m not a one night stand type of guy.”
“Oh yeah? So what would you call this instead?”, you ask, turning to look at him.
Your hope for him to see last night as something meaningful takes you by surprise, as you’re waiting eagerly for his answer. You see the thoughts brewing in his head, as he takes his time to think.
“I mean, I’m not sure what to call it. But I do know I want us to be more than just a landlord and a tenant that constantly teeters on the line of professionalism.”
“Well, I only do full commitment or none at all.”, you proclaim, not wanting to enter another situationship.
“Then, how about a date this Saturday? I’d love to take you out.”, he asks, feeling relieved that you want more too. Anton’s realising he doesn’t need to be playing it safe with you anymore, seeing your reciprocation. He wants nothing more than to spoil you, shower you with love, take care of you and make you his. And, of course, wants your eyes only on him.
Feeling inflated with happiness, your smile beams through and you lean in for a peck.
a/n: hey…how yall doing…been a while… couldn’t even tell you what motivated me to write a 10k fic but i loved writing it, im getting back into the swing of writing so it may not be up to par…hope you guys like this, regardlesss and lmk opinionsss😝🤭
