imagine fucking anton and he’s being like a little mean..👀 ouuuu stoopppp
no but like we all know anton has such a sweet and soft voice, he’s very soft spoken and he seems like he would be kinda sweet, kinda vanilla, but like.
tonight there has been a shift. say, he’s come back to your apartment after kind of a rough practice day. there’s a countdown to an upcoming comeback. full album so it’s a really big deal. he comes home and he’s just like, “i need to relieve this stress, baby.” & he is not playing with you tonight.
he’s not mean in a no kissing way or even really a rough way, but when he’s in that, he’s not babying you as per usual.
it’s none of the usual, “oh, you’re so pretty baby,” “you’re always so good to me,” “i’m so lucky to have you.” — he’s to the fuckin point.
he knows you can treat him well, he’s secure in that fact and so, he takes advantage of your kindness🤷🏾♀️. (respectfully obviously).
he kisses you softly at first but you can feel the desperation build as his hands frantically roam your body. and the way his tongue pushes into your mouth is what first lets you know; there’s been a shift.
so he has you bent over, pulls your ass up towards him. he knows, you know what he needs,, he also knows what you need. so he’s not beating around the bush tonight.
and he fucks you in a way that reminds you he can dance ok. if that makes sense. like using his hips, he’s fucking you at the perfect angle that makes his tip drag against your g-spot with every fucking thrust.
and let me remind you👀 this anton is something serious tonight. like when i say mean, im talking, “aw, is that too much for you, baby?” “my baby can’t handle it, huh?” cs he knows he’s hitting it right.
rubbing your back all sweet and kind, holding onto your waist, just to tell you to “fucking take that shit. just like that, fuck.” and it makes you melt in his hands. the sound of his filthy words contrasting with his sweet voice drives you up the wall.
and maybe it’s those lips, but i just know he kisses good ... yeah. & who said you can’t kiss in doggy? not him!
so he’s gently holding your neck and kissing on you anyhow, any way he can. tongue sliding against yours, mouth open and panting with his face in your neck. kissing all over your neck too… just horny as hell.
he lets you know that as bad as he needs to cum & alleviate the pressure this comeback has on him, he still needs you to feel good too. so even with this cocky, dominant persona— he’s still begging you to cum at the end if it. the heart wants what it wants or whatever.
“i know, baby, i know.” your sounds are going straight to his ego, “i know, it feels good princess, i need you to cum for me.” he reaches down to play with your clit while he fucks you and when your orgasm hits you, his follows not too soon after.
and. despite it all, after he’s fucked away his work stress, he fucked away mean!anton too. again, the heart wants what it wants and i guess anton’s, deep down, wants him to be the sweet angel we all know and love.
he kisses all up and down your back before pulling out and pressing a kiss to your cheek. cs he likes youuuu ouoohhh.
a/n; the writers block has manifested into the form of drabble inspo… i guess this is what my heart wants chi
NOTE ◝
i was in my feelings this was based off you are in love by ts
Shyness was something he can never rid himself of. He was also tall, which makes the combination between reserved and tall intimidating to other people. Anton was grateful for his introverted behaviour for most of the part, he doesn’t really enjoy being in the centre of attention. He liked to keep his thoughts to himself, and he hated when people went, “huh?” when he speaks because his voice is so soft.
He’s grateful for the way he is, except for one thing. His shyness completely stops him from approaching you.
He thinks you’re amazing. He wasn’t exactly sure why he would think you’re amazing, he just does. You’re always so radiant when you enter the room. He adores the way you would whisper with your friends during classes, giggling and gossiping – doing everything but paying attention to the teacher. In a way, Anton realised that he was also not paying attention, but his case was different. He admires that you would never shy away from anything, like you’ve got a heart of steel. He knows he could never do what you do.
He doesn’t think of you as his crush, he didn’t believe that it was ever that serious to him. Even if he did think it was serious, he wouldn’t label you as something as fleeting as a crush. You were so much more than that. Anton could never label you under any existing ones, he just knew that you were more than what he could utter with his words.
You don’t talk to Anton much, he was just another classmate to you. However, you also wonder why you always find yourself attending his swimming competitions, constantly cheering him on. Maybe it was because you just wanted to support your classmate. Maybe you were drawn to him, but you don’t even realise it.
Whatever it may be, you never really thought about it for too long – you’ve always been supportive. Anton knew it too. You were the only person he’d ever search for before and after his competitions end. And you were always there. Always.
So, when you weren’t there for the first time, Anton was haywired. He couldn’t focus under the water, he could barely breathe once he was out. He wasn’t frustrated by how badly he had performed. Hell, he wasn’t even affected from seeing his low scores, he was frustrated that you weren’t there. Why weren’t you there?
His mind started racing with more awful thoughts. His world was quite literally collapsing. Did something happen to you on your way here? You always came by yourself, and it wasn’t impossible that something could’ve happened to you. He was upset now, not with you – but with himself. He wasn’t sure why.
His mind raced with awful paranoia about your whereabouts once they announced the winner. He had lost the competition that day. But he didn’t care about any of that. Where were you? Did something happen? Or, have you simply gotten bored of watching him?
His mouth was dry as he walked out of the place with his silver medal, panicked-stricken. He wasn’t sure why he worried so much, but he didn’t care for the reason. He just needed to see you in person, or hear your voice. He needed to know you were okay. He was fine if you told him that you were bored of watching him, he just needed to be sure that you were okay.
Anton didn’t have your phone number, and he could only see you next week, Monday. He couldn’t wait that long.
It was like a black void was surrounding him as his worry grew and grew.
Then, “Anton?” His eyes perked up to the person standing in front of him, the familiarity of your voice instantly washed away every single worry he had. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, his mouth was slightly agape. “Y/N.” He breathed, “are you hurt?” He asked, he needed to be sure.
It was an unusual question to ask to a mere classmate that you barely talk to, but you also noticed the genuine worry in his eyes, the pained expression. He was restless as he waited for your response. “I’m not.” You kept your voice soft as you talked to him, “I’m sorry, it seems like I missed the match this time.” You sighed, you looked apologetic, your eyes trailing at his silver medal, then to the hand that was gripping it. His knuckles were white.
Anton could feel himself let out a breath of relief, his muscles relaxing. He had been holding his breath, and he didn’t even notice it. “You’re here now.” He blurted out, he wasn’t even sure what he had just said to you. There was a long pause between you and him in the quiet corridors. Anton was freaking out, he wondered if he had said too much. “That’s all that matters to me. You’re here.” He ended up saying.
You could hear it in the silence between the two of you as you processed his words. He is in love.
