Do you want the house tour? ft anton áśť đ đ° .á
Contains: idol!anton x neighbor!reader, female pronouns used. lowercase intended. this is kind of a clichĂŠ porn plot tbh (i need to get my mind out of the gutter). rich au (reader is nepotism rich, and he is idol basically what he is now) MDNI
Synopsis: when you moved into your new apartment, you never expected that a year from then, one of kpop's biggest names would be moving to the floor beneath yours. you got this new one because your dad wanted you to be closer to your uni, so he bought you an apartment in the most luxurious complex he found. it has a pool, squashball court, steam room, green space, and now you also have the hottest neighbor in the world. you want to be welcoming, so you waste no time asking him, "Do you want the house tour?"
Warnings: includes p in v, breast play, fingering, oral (m & f), missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, unprotected sex, mirror sex, condescending anton, dom!anton x sub!reader, rough sex, also vanilla, spanking (like once), cumming inside, fingers in the mouth, face in the buldge.
âgoing down to level 0,â the automated voice of the elevator announced.
you are on the 15th floor of a 17-story building, each floor a duplex; the building has ridiculous amenities your dad definitely did not need to flex this hard over. not that you complained, private pool, squash court, steam room, a lobby that always smells faintly of eucalyptus and money.
the elevator dings softly as the doors slide open. the lobby isâŚbusy. which is new. usually itâs quiet just the low murmur of the concierge and the occasional click of heels across marble. but today there are boxes. big ones. labeled neatly. men in black moving in and out like clockwork, like theyâve done this a hundred times before.
you pause halfway out of the elevator.
ââŚwhatâs going on?â
you drift over to the front desk, resting your elbows lightly against the polished surface. the concierge, mr.eom glances up, offering you a polite smile. ânew resident moving in.â you glance back at the stack of boxes. theyâre not chaotic no random junk, no half-taped lids. everything looks expensive. intentional. âhuh,â you murmur. âwhich floor?â you ask.
â14.â right beneath you. your brows lift slightly.
âguess iâll have to be neighborly,â you say, half-joking, already a little curious. mr.eom smile turns knowing, like heâs entertained by something youâre not in on. âiâm sure that would beâŚappreciated.â youâre about to ask what that means when the glass doors slide open.
you donât mean to stare. you really donât. but the guy walking in makes it a little difficult not to. tall, dressed down but still somehow put together hood up, mask on, like he doesnât want to be noticed. which is ironic, considering itâs doing the exact opposite.
thereâs something unfair about it, honestly. the way he moves, relaxed but precise. the way even the staff seems to shift slightly around him without making it obvious. and even with half his face covered, you can tell-
heâs hot. like, annoyingly so. the kind of hot that makes you straighten a little without realizing. the kind that makes you look away and then immediately want to look back.
you glance at me.eom. heâs watching you. you narrow your eyes slightly. ââŚthat him?â he doesnât answer, just gives you that same polite smile. which is basically a yes.
you look back at the guy, your new downstairs neighbor, apparently and this time you donât even bother pretending youâre not checking him out.
14th floor. right beneath you.
you hum softly to yourself, already turning toward the elevators again. yeah. you can be welcoming.
one and a half months later, you still havenât seen him again.
just glimpses late nights from your balcony when a black car pulls in, the faint sound of footsteps below you at unreasonable hours, the quiet confirmation from mr.eom that âyes, he does live here,â like you were starting to think you imagined the whole thing.
turns out, you didnât. heâs justâŚnever home.
âheâs barely here,â someone says, swirling their drink like this is a business discussion instead of gossip. âalways traveling.â you lean back slightly in your chair, only half listening.
the dinner is being held on the 16th floor mr. and mrs. shimâs wedding anniversary. something intimate, which in this building means twenty people, catered food, and enough glassware to bankrupt a small restaurant. soft music hums in the background, city lights spilling in through floor-to-ceiling windows.
âi heard he bought the place outright,â another voice adds. âno mortgage.â
âof course he did,â someone else scoffs lightly. âhave you seen him?â you glance up at that. okay. now youâre listening. âitâs ridiculous,â a woman across from you says, leaning in slightly. âthat face, that height and heâs single?â
âthat we know of,â her husband mutters. thereâs a small ripple of amusement around the table. you hide your smile behind your glass. itâs funny, honestly.
no one here cares what he does, not really. everyone in this building has money, connections, influence whatever it is, theyâve seen it before. but him? heâs interesting for a different reason. heâs attractive. and unavailable. and somehow thatâs worse.
you learned his name a week after he moved in.
a quick search, a few late-night scrolls you get the picture. busy, booked, constantly somewhere else. you remember sitting on your bed, phone in hand, frowning slightly. âso you do live here,â youâd muttered to yourself.
not even a proper âhi.â which, if youâre being honest, is a little annoying.
you take a sip of your drink now, tuning the conversation back out as it drifts into something about property values and vacation homes.
the elevator dings. no one really pays attention at first. people come and go during these things all the time late arrivals, early exits, whatever. but then the host pauses mid-sentence. just slightly. and thatâs enough.
you follow the shift, eyes flicking toward the entrance. and there he is. in a nice dress shirt and dress pants. no mask. just him. itâs almost worse, seeing him properly. like, objectively, you already knew he was attractive. but this? this feels excessive.
he looks a little out of place, honestly not in a bad way, justâŚdifferent. like he doesnât quite belong to the slow, polished rhythm of this room. a few people straighten subtly. someone whispers. you donât. you just stare for a second.
and then you sigh softly, setting your glass down. because this is getting ridiculous.
one and a half months in the same building and you havenât even introduced yourself? embarrassing.
you smooth down your outfit, pushing your chair back like this is the most normal decision youâve ever made. âwhere are you going?â someone beside you murmurs. you donât even look at them. âbeing a good neighbor,â you say lightly.
and before you can overthink it, you walk straight up to him.
this time, youâre actually going to say hi.
you stop just close enough to be polite. not too close. not awkward. just enough that he notices you without feeling cornered.
âhi,â you say, easy, like this isnât the first time youâve actually seen him up close.
he looks at you. really looks at you.
and for a second, you get it why people lower their voices when they talk about him, why the conversation at the table kept circling back like they couldnât help it.
up close, itâs worse. sharper. quieter. more intentional.
âhi,â he replies. his voice is softer than you expected.
not shy, exactly just controlled. like he chooses how much of himself to give at any given moment.
you tilt your head slightly. âyouâre my downstairs neighbor.â
thereâs a small pause. then just barely, the corner of his mouth lifts.
oh. so heâs aware. interesting.
âyou donât come up much,â you add, casual, like youâre commenting on the weather.
his gaze lingers on you for half a second longer than necessary.
âyou donât come down either.â
you blink. okay. so thatâs what this is.
you let out a soft huff of a laugh, crossing your arms loosely. âfair.â
thereâs something about the way he looks at you steadily, a little amused, like heâs already decided something about you and isnât in a rush to explain it.
not shy. not really. justâŚquiet in a way that makes everything he does say feel deliberate.
âiâm-â you start, then stop yourself, shaking your head lightly. âactually, it doesnât matter. we live in the same building, introductions feel kind of unnecessary.â
his brows lift slightly at that. âyou donât want to tell me your name?â
you meet his eyes. âyouâll figure it out.â
that does something. you see it quickly, subtly, but itâs there. that flicker of interest sharpening just a little.
âi probably will,â he says. and thereâs a hint of something under it.
you smile, just enough to match it. âanyway,â you say, stepping back slightly, âif you ever need anything-â
you gesture vaguely upward. â15th floor. right above you.â
his gaze follows the motion, like heâs actually picturing it.
âanything?â he repeats.
you shrug. âwithin reason.â
another pause. then, softer
âi might take you up on that.â
you donât miss the way he says it. like itâs not just polite conversation. like he means it.
âyou should,â you reply lightly. and then you leave it at that. because anything more would beâŚtoo much.
and youâre not desperate. you go back to your seat, pick up your drink, pretend like your heart isnât beating just a little faster than before.
across the room, someone leans in immediately.
weeks pass. and at first, you donât think much of it.
people in this building are busy. they disappear, reappear, live entire lives behind closed doors without anyone really noticing.
you tell yourself heâs just one of them. but then-
you start noticing things.
you donât mean to, really. it just happens. late at night when youâre working sketches spread out, laptop glowing, your entire apartment half-lit youâll glance toward the floor-to-ceiling windows and catch it.
the faint glow from the unit below yours.
sometimes itâs on at 2am.
sometimes it isnât there at all for days.
sometimes it flickers on and off like he just stepped in, dropped his keys somewhere, and left again without settling.
low, almost nonexistent, but itâs there something soft, rhythmic, slipping through the floor just enough to catch your attention.
you freeze mid-pencil stroke, listening.
it lasts maybe three minutes.
you sit there for a while after that, staring at nothing.
ââŚokay,â you mutter to yourself, shaking your head and going back to work.
you have actual things to focus on.
your apartment slowly starts to look less like a showroom and more like a space that belongs to you fabric samples pinned to boards, new furniture pieces swapped in and out, color palettes shifting depending on your mood.
one night, around 1am, youâre rearranging your living room again.
because the layout still isnât right. you step back, arms crossed, staring at the sofa like it personally offended you.
âno,â you decide. âthis is ugly.â
you drag it a few inches to the left. pause.
a quiet laugh slips out of you. youâre so focused you donât even notice the faint sound below. movement.
like something being set down. you freeze. just for a second. then shake it off.
coincidence. it has to be.
a few days later, you run into mr. eom again.
âyour neighbor was in yesterday,â he mentions casually, like heâs commenting on the weather. you look up immediately. ââŚwas he?â
he nods. âlate arrival.â
you hum, pretending like that doesnât bother you more than it should.
âfigures.â you almost ask more. almost. but you donât. because what are you going to say?
hey, has the hot guy downstairs mentioned me?
another week. still nothing.
itâs starting to feel a little ridiculous now.
youâve had one conversation. one. and somehow thatâs enough to make everything feelâŚunfinished. like you started something and then just- left it hanging.
you catch yourself thinking about it more than you should. about the way he looked at you. the way he said anything? like it meant something else. the way he remembered.
you groan softly, dropping your head back against your couch.
âthis is so annoying,â you mumble.
because itâs not even like you like him. you donât know him. heâs just there. and hot. and slightly intriguing.
and apparently impossible to run into again.
youâre stretched out on your couch, one leg hanging off the edge, laptop balanced precariously against your thigh. your apartment is quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. you should be sleeping. youâre not. instead, youâre half-scrolling, half-thinking, not really focused on anything.
you blink. the sound cuts clean through the silence. you sit up slowly. that was- your doorbell. you frown, glancing toward the entrance. no one texts. no call. nothing. you donât order this late. ou donât know anyone who would just show up unannounced. it rings again.
once. not impatient. justâŚcertain.
a strange feeling settles in your chest. you donât rush. you close your laptop, set it aside, push yourself up from the couch with slow, quiet steps. the floor is cool under your feet as you walk over. for a second, you hesitate. then you reach for the handle and pull the door open. andâ
itâs him. standing there like this is normal. like showing up at your door weeks later after one conversation, after saying i might take you up on that is completely reasonable.
your grip tightens slightly on the door. ââŚhi,â you say.
he looks a little different. tired, maybe. like he hasnât slept enough. but his eyes are the same. steady. observant. and just a little amused.
âhi.â a pause settles between you.
not awkward. justâŚfull. his gaze drifts past you, into your apartment. slowly. taking in everything the layout, the lighting, the details youâve been obsessing over for weeks. you donât miss it.
ââŚwhat?â you ask lightly. his eyes flick back to yours. âyou did all this?â thereâs something in his tone. not casual. curious.
you lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms. âyeah. interior design student. i get bored easily.â he hums softly, like that explains everything. and maybe it does. another pause. then-
âyou said,â he starts, voice low, measured, âif i ever needed anythingâŚâ
your breath catches just slightly. because he remembers. you tilt your head. ââŚi did.â
his mouth curves, just enough to notice. âso,â he says, almost too casually, âdoes that include a house tour?â
you blink at him. once. slowly.
ââŚa house tour?â you repeat, like youâre making sure you heard that right. out of everything he couldâve said. everything he couldâve asked for. thatâs what he went with?
your brows pull together just slightly, confusion written all over your face and you donât even try to hide it. he notices. of course he does.
thereâs that same faint amusement in his eyes again, like he expected this reaction. âyeah,â he says simply.
you stare at him for another second. ââŚwhy?â it comes out more direct than you intended, but honestly youâre past pretending.
he exhales a quiet breath through his nose, glancing past you again, slower this time. more deliberate. âi heard youâre an interior design student.â
you narrow your eyes a little. ââŚfrom who?â
âpeople talk.â thatâs not an answer. but itâs enough.
you shift your weight against the doorframe, still studying him, trying to figure out if heâs being serious right now.
âso,â you say slowly, âyou showed up at my doorâŚat-â you glance back briefly at the clock on your wall, â-this timeâŚfor design advice.â
his gaze flicks to the clock, then back to you. âtiming wasnât ideal.â
you let out a short laugh. âthatâs one way to put it.â
a pause. and then- he shrugs. actually shrugs. like this is the most normal thing in the world. âmy place is empty,â he adds, tone easy. âi donât really have time to think about it.â
you tilt your head. ââŚbut you have time to come up here.â that lands. you see it. just a flicker- but itâs there. and then âi said i might take you up on it.â he just says oh. so thatâs the angle. you press your lips together, trying not to smile. because this is so
âright,â you murmur. âthe neighborly offer.â
âmhm.â he doesnât look away. doesnât backtrack. if anything, he leans into it. and thereâs something about thatabout the quiet confidence of it that makes your suspicion even worse.
you push off the doorframe, stepping back slightly, but you donât move aside yet. âyou know,â you say, crossing your arms again, âyou couldâve just said you were curious.â
his brows lift a fraction. âi did.â
you give him a look. ââŚno, you didnât.â
a beat. and then- anton smiles. not big. not obvious. just enough to shift something in his face.
âiâm curious,â he corrects. there it is. finally.
you huff a soft laugh, shaking your head. âthatâs better.â
another second passes. you glance at him once more- at the way heâs standing there, completely at ease, like he didnât just show up unannounced after weeks of nothing. like this isnât a little insane.
ââŚand your apartment is that empty?â you ask.
this time, he actually lets out a quiet laugh. low. brief. âyeah.â
you nod slowly, like youâre considering it seriously. even though you already know youâre going to let him in. because, honestly? you want to. you step back fully this time, finally opening the door wider.
âfine,â you say, tilting your head toward the inside. âbut if i walk into your place later and itâs not as bad as youâre making it sound, iâm charging you.â
he steps forward, pausing just as he crosses the threshold. close now. closer than before. âcharging me?â he repeats.
you glance back at him over your shoulder as you start walking in. âconsultation fee.â
a small pause behind you.
âweâll see if itâs worth it.â
you stop. turn slightly. raise a brow. ââŚoh, itâs worth it.â
he holds your gaze for a second. and there it is again that quiet, teasing edge. âiâm counting on that.â
you lead him through your apartment slowly. not rushed. not overly detailed either just enough.
you point things out here and there, explaining choices without overexplaining. textures, lighting, the way the space opens up depending on where you stand. he listens. actually listens. not in that polite, nod-along way people usually do but like heâs paying attention to you more than the furniture.
you catch it a few times. the way his gaze lingers not on the sofa, not on the shelves on you.
âyou changed this recently,â he says at one point, nodding toward your living area.
you pause. ââŚyeah.â you narrow your eyes slightly. âhow do you know that?â
he shrugs, casual. âfelt new.â you stare at him for a second. ââŚthatâs not a real answer.â
âit is,â he replies easily. you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you move past him.
âyou let me in.â you glance back over your shoulder. ââŚdonât get used to it.â
by the time you circle back toward the entrance, the air feelsâŚdifferent. nothingâs happened. not really. but something has shifted.
the kind of shift you canât quite name, only feel. he stops near the door, glancing around one last time. âitâs nice,â he says. simple. but it doesnât sound empty.
you lean lightly against the wall, watching him. âyeah, i know.â his gaze flicks back to yours at that. thereâs a second quiet, stretched. and then he reaches for the handle.
like heâs going to leave. and that doesnât sit right with you. not after all this. not after weeks of nothing, and then this.
you push off the wall before you can think too much about it. âwait.â he pauses. turns slightly.
you cross your arms, tilting your head like this is casual, like you didnât just stop him on instinct.
âyouâre just leaving?â
his brows lift a fraction. âi got the tour.â
âthatâs it?â you hold his gaze. steady.
thereâs a small pause. then, ââŚyou donât seem satisfied with that,â he says.
you donât answer right away. instead, you walk a little closer, stopping just within his space not too close, but enough.
âi donât know when iâll see you again,â you say lightly. âyouâre barely here.â that lands.
you can tell. his expression shifts subtle, but there.
âiâm here now,â he replies. quiet.
you nod once, like that proves your point.
then, more casually âstay for a drink.â
you gesture vaguely toward the kitchen, like itâs no big deal. like your heart didnât just pick up a little.
âunless youâre in a rush to disappear again.â thereâs a hint of challenge in that. you mean for there to be.
he watches you for a second. really watches you. like heâs weighing something. he asks âwhat kind of drink?â
you donât hide your smile this time. you turn, already walking away. âdepends,â you toss over your shoulder. âhow long are you planning to stay?â
thereâs a pause behind you. just long enough to notice. and then you hear it the quiet sound of the door clicking shut.
you donât look back right away. you just walk into the kitchen like you didnât just bait him into staying.
like this is normal. like your pulse isnât doing something noticeably different.
you reach for the cabinet, pulling out two glasses without asking. behind you, you hear him move. not rushed. not hesitant either. justâŚthere.
you set the glasses down, turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder. âso? what are you having.â
he leans lightly against the counter, close enough now that the space feels smaller than it actually is.
âwhat do you usually drink?â
you hum, considering, reaching for a bottle âdepends on the night.â
you pour slowly, the soft clink of glass filling the quiet. ââŚstill deciding.â
you hand him one, your fingers brushing his for half a second longer than necessary.
neither of you comment on it. but it doesnât go unnoticed.
he takes a sip, eyes still on you over the rim. âso this is what you do when youâre bored?â he asks. âinvite neighbors in?â
you lean back against the counter, mirroring his earlier posture. âonly the interesting ones.â
his brows lift slightly. âand i made the cut?â
you tilt your head, taking a slow sip. âbarely.â
thereâs that look again. the one that says he doesnât fully believe you. or maybe that he knows you donât fully mean it.
âyouâve been paying attention,â he says after a second. itâs not a question.
you glance at him. ââŚwhat makes you say that?â
âyou knew i wasnât around.â
you shrug lightly. âhard not to notice when someone lives right under you and then justâŚdoesnât.â
he studies you for a moment. quiet. measured âyou were listening for me?â
you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. âdontflatter yourself.â
but you donât deny it. and he catches that.
the conversation drifts. easier than you expected.
itâs not forced, not overly careful you donât tiptoe around him, and he doesnât treat you like something delicate.
if anything, he pushes. just a little. small comments, teasing in a way thatâs quiet but deliberate.
you give it back just as easily. time slips. your glasses are half-empty now, sitting somewhere behind you, forgotten.
at some point, you move from the kitchen to the living area without really deciding to. he follows. again like itâs natural.
you end up near the sofa. not sitting. justâŚthere.
facing each other, closer than before. the conversation slows. not awkward. just heavier.
like itâs shifting into something else. you notice it in the pauses. in the way neither of you rushes to fill them anymore.
his gaze drops briefly to your hands, your lips, then back up again.
subtle. but not subtle enough. âyouâre staring,â you say quietly.
you let out a soft breath through your nose.
lââŚyouâre not very subtle.â
âiâm not trying to be.â
that does something. you shift your weight slightly, but you donât step back. if anything, you stay right where you are.
âyouâre different from what they said,â you murmur.
his head tilts a fraction. âwhoâs they?â
âpeople downstairs,â you say. âat the party.â
a faint smile touches his lips. âand what did they say?â
âthat youâre quiet,â you reply. you hold his gaze.
ââŚshy.â a beat. then, softer âi donât think thatâs true.â
he watches you for a second. and then he steps closer. just one step. but itâs enough. âno?â he says. low.
you donât move. your breath catches just slightly but you donât break eye contact.
âno,â you repeat. another pause. closer now. too close to pretend this is casual.
you can feel it the shift, the weight of it, the way the air changes when neither of you looks away.
âthen what do you think?â he asks.
your voice comes out quieter than before. ââŚi think you know exactly what youâre doing.â
his gaze flickers something sharper this time. âand you donât?â
you swallow. just once. because thatâs not fair.
you let out a small huff, almost a laugh. ââŚi didnât invite you in for nothing.â that lands. fully.
he goes still for half a second. and then his head dips slightly, like heâs considering that, like heâs deciding what to do with it.
when he looks back at you, thereâs no teasing in it now. just something steady. intentional.âyeah,â he says quietly. a pause. then, softer âi figured.â
you donât realize how close you are until you shift and thereâs barely any space left.
your hand brushes his arm.this time, neither of you ignores it. the room feels quieter than before. like everything else dropped away without you noticing.
his gaze flicks to your lips again. slower this time. and stays there a second too long.
you donât look away. donât step back.donât break it. and that thatâs the moment.
right before something actually happens. god you are really about to fuck your hot neighbor who you barely know anything about.
your hands find themselves resting on his arm before you even notice. your faces are close like dangerously close. you swear you can see every petal of his eyelashes, everything mark on his annoyingly perfect face.
the silence is broken when anton whispers, âcan I kiss you?â his eyes never leaving you.
âyes please.â you say, your tone eager than ever.
within milliseconds you feel his plump lips on yours. it doesnât take you much to melt into the kiss. wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrap around your waist.
âanto-â you try to say, trying to catch your breath. but he doesnât listen he just pulls up back in the kiss like his life depends on the
his hands start roaming your body as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth. soon enough your fingers are playing with his hair as your tongue fights his.
you feel his hands sleep under your tiny silk nightgown, his hands are cold to the touch. but it feels so good.
you slowly pull back from the kiss. âanton letâs go upstairsâ you say as you slowly regain a normal breathing pattern.
âmhm okay baby letâs goâ he says and he picks you up in bridal style. walking up the glass stairs
he kicks your bedroom door open with his leg and he gently throws you on to the bed. god even his gentle is strong and you the mattress being pressed down at the force.
he quickly hovers over for you, placing a quick kiss on your lips. before pulling back to look at you.
you are spread across the bed, nightgown lifted just enough to see your lace panties, thin straps sliding down your shoulders, cheeks flushed. itâs truly a beautiful sight to see.
âi wish i could frame this on my wall, itâs better than any painting everâ he says. his gaze still on you. hungrier. more desperate.
antonâs words send vibrations down to your pussy. itâs not even that he said something sexual itâs his voice the calm voice when he looks like feral. you cantât take it anymore, you wrap you legs around his torso, and pull him down. you needed him.
âyeah baby? that impatient for me?â it sounds so cocky but heâs so right.
his fingers travel down to hem of your night dress, pulling it up. he throws it somewhere in the room. his eyes are fixated on your boobs. youâve got no bra on either itâs because itâs night time or you were hoping for this.
âfuck look at theseâ he said as he grabbed your boobs. âah-ahâ you let out a moan, his touch feels so good.
he starts moving his hands massaging them, being gentle as possible. you moan uncontrollably, but you reach for his hands.
he stops immediately, âwhat happened baby did i do something wrong?â he asks. you shake you head in response, âi just- i just want you to be a little more rough, like squeeze them, pinch my nipples.â you respond to him.
this seems to amuse him because thatâs exactly what he said. now his tongue is flicking against your nipple as he stimulates the other with his index and middle fingers. you feel like might just cum from this.
you start whining when he pulls away to take of his shirt. but your whining stops when you see his beautiful abs and his v line. your hands find themselves going up and down his chest.
which only lasts so long before you feel his fingers rubbing against your clothed panties. âantonâ you moan his name. he can feel your heat.
he quickly pulls your panties down, throwing them aside like the rest of the garments discarded. he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit. you canât help but pull him down into to kiss him. you almost bite his lip so hard when you feel his thick fingers stretching your pussy open.
âitâs so fucking tight princess how are you gonna take my cock if you canât take my fingersâ he asks.
but he is able to push them inside. âfuck- oh fuckâ you moan against his lips and his fingers work magic on you. he fastens his speed when he feels you clenching. your hips lifting the the sudden rise of speed. you are moaning mess as you cum on his thick, long fingers.
anton slowly pulls his fingers out. he maintains eye contact as he licks his fingers clean. âyou taste so sweet baby.â
â⌠i need taste you babyâ
he quickly changes the position so now you are on top of him. he positions your pussy on his face. making you sit on his face. your hands grip the headboard. âdo you want me to ride you face?â you ask him
a muffled yes comes from him. youâve never done this but itâs fair to say ever since youâve caught a glimpse of antonâs beautiful nose itâs all youâve wanted to do.
you start moving your hips. heâs lapping on your juices like a mad man. this the best youâve ever felt. what a way to get eaten out. his hands move from your ass to your hips, encouraging you to go faster. you do as you as you chase your high. you cum very soon.
it takes you a few seconds to settle before you move and place your self on his lap. the lower portion of his face glistening from your wetness. he looks so beautiful. he licks his lips clean.
before he could process it, you were already cupping his clothed dick. to say itâs hard is an understatement. you press your face against it when he slowly grips your hair.
his hips jerk up. âyou want it baby?â he asks. you quickly nod.
your hands already working to take his pants off. he takes of his pants and boxers of with one go. his rock hair rock sprung. the tip leaking, itâs so big. a dick shouldnât be this beautiful, but itâs anton so.
you wrap your mouth around his cock. licking tip. your throat feels so full. you are already gagging on his cock, as he pushing your head slightly. he can feel thatâs heâs close.
heâs whimpering. in the low soft tone. fuck he sounds so good.
you heads going up down up down on him. you feel his close and you are right. âbab-baby-iâm close.â his thick cum spilling into your mouth. you swallow as much as you can. âyeah baby, good girl.â
he pulls away from your mouth. âiâm gonna paint these beautiful tits.â jacking the rest of on your tits.
you sitting on your knees, face covered in his cum, the white liquid on tits. pussy bare and aching. nipples as hard as rock. this might the best view anton has ever witnessed.
he slowly lifts his big hands and places them on your waist to lay you down on your back. your big doe eye looking at him.
he guides his dick towards your entrance. teasing the clit at first. âmhm-mhm- please donât- donât tease.â you say
he canât help but smirk at. âreally?, but I want to.â
you start whining as much as you can. and then-
â⌠if you want my cock so bad, beg for it.â
and you do. there is no time for pride now. you need his cock inside you. âplease anton, please baby, please put your it inside me⌠i need it.. i need you.â you beg. your hips jerking up in desperation.
while you still looking at him begging for it, without any warning he puts the tip inside you. you let out a little scream at that.
the smirk of his face getting bigger. âitâs just the tip babyâ
he slowly pushes the whole thing inside your tightness. the struggle was worth how warm you are. anton felt like he can cum just by being inside you.
he slowly starts moving inside. you moans getting louder. your grip on his shoulders tightened, it sure will leave a mark.
he kisses down neck as he starts moving rapidly inside your puffy pussy now. his pace is faster. you canât think of anything but him. repeating his name over and over again.
âare you close baby?â he asks but you canât even respond. feeling that you are close he fastens up his pace even more. you feel him deep inside you. the bed creaking.
he looks at your face. eyes rolled back. hair messy. tear rolling down your eyes. mouth open, screaming his name. ââŚ. poor baby. youâre so fucked out that you canât even answer me.â
but the way you clench around his cock, brings him to his climax too. soon enough he feels you cum around his cock. that doesnât stop him ramming inside you.
âwhere do you want me to cum princess?â he asks , feeling himself about cum at any given moment.
although you still canât process a thought, you respond to him. âinside⌠cum inside me⌠i want it -want it inside.â still crying against his shoulder.
his hand moves from your waist to you face. tilting it to press a kiss your lips as he comes inside you. he lets out a moan against your lips.
he lets you calm down for maybe 2 minutes before he pulls you on top of him.
placing you perfectly on his cock. he reaches to your cum filled pussy. he collects the mixture of his and your cum from your entrance.
lifting his fingers from down there. he forces his fingers past your lips. âsuck on it while you ride on my dick.â
you quickly accept his finger. at the same time you take his dick inside you. you shift so you are comfortable. he isnât helping you at all this time. all cocky with one arm behind his head and another ready with fingers for you to suck.
you start slowly bouncing up on his cock. trying to suck his fingers at the same time.
âlook at me donât you dare break eye contact.â he commands you.
you try your best to fuck yourself on his cock while sucking on his massive digits. you are a crying mess. taking your hand and reaching to touch your clit.
soon you feel him pull away his fingers from your mouth and place that hand on your hips. he other hand reaches from the back to rest on your hips too. your hands reach to his shoulders for support.
he starts pushing his hips up. faster. him pushing it up while you try your best to keep up and bounce on his cock.
ât-t-ton please i am so fucking close i canât anymoreâ you say. your moans never stopping
he lets a groan and responds to you. âjust a little longer i wanna cum at same time.â
heâs close too. you are both going so fast. the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping.
without a warning you cum on his cock again. and within seconds his thick cum is filling up your inside. his hips jerk up, to fill you to the brim.
you collapse on his chest. his cock still inside you. both catching your breath.
he notices the mirror propped up against the on the left side of your bed.
he looks down at you. pushing the hair sticking to your forehead away.
âcan we go for another round?â he proposes. â⌠do you think you can take it my love?â he adds.
you quickly nod your head. âyes-yes i can anton⌠iâll try my best i promiseâ
your response brings a smile to his face. âmhm good girlâ he says
anton helps you get on all fours facing. your face facing the mirror. he comes up behind you.
you canât help but shy away. but he his hands force you to forward. âlook at me while i fuck you.â he says
he enters your pussy from the back. he the grip on your waist getting tighter. as he lets out a loud groan. âfucked you three times right now and you are still tight.â
you reach for his arm when you feel the whole thing inside you. he doesnât give you any time this time.
his cock is ramming inside you at an insane speed. you reach for his arm again for support. he holds your hand as he rearranges your insides.
his free hand places a large slap against your ass. you moan in pleasure. he lets a tasty moan when sees your ass rippling like an avalanche. he places a few more slaps on your ass. making sure it stains red.
he moves away from your ass down to your tits. his chest pressed completely against your back. you look in the mirror. heâs so much bigger than you.
he presses your nipples against two of his fingers. he speeds up the movement inside you. going as fast as possible. you are both moaning messes.
you look at yourself. you are crying like a bitch now.
ât-ton ton fuck ton iâm cumming!â you scream and you cream yourself on cock for the third time in the same night.
âme too baby me tooâ he says. with his last few thrusts inside you. his hands come up to rest on your hips again.
his cum filling you up. stuffed to the brim. he places a kiss on your shoulder. maintain eye contact through the mirror.
you both collapse on your bed. your face against his chest. leaking his cum down your thighs.
when his breath settles, he goes to your bathroom. he brings back a towel. he cleans your down your liquid from down there.
when you are stable enough to look. âthatâs my hermès towel you are using to wipe off cum.â you say to him.
that earns a laugh from him. âiâm sure you can afford more. or iâll replace it no problem.â
you look at his face really look at it. heâs so beautiful. you pull him into you to kiss him.
âi donât want this to be a one time thing.â you say
he agrees. âme neitherâŚseems iâll be home more often.â placing another on your lips.
he leans down to hug your chest. âround four in the shower?â he asks you.
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