( l. anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. oral ( fem.) , unprotected sex , soft dom anton , sub space 𓄵 word count. 1043 { back to library }
( request ). I would like to request older but shorter female reader x anton. I just feel like the combo would be really cute since Anton yes, it's used to being the youngest but he's also the oldest sibling, and reader whom is older but is the youngest sibling and is used to being taken care of (yes, lemme proyect myself here for a sec). Could be an scenario where its fluffy like they're out at a party and just having fun (kinda highlighting their dynamic where reader is taken care of) but then smutty towards the end?.
( yeni’s notes ). hope you like it !!
anton searched around for you , your drink and your purse in his hand , along with your phone in his pocket so he was unable to contact you , not like you’d hear him , your phone is constantly on dnd , he told you to stop doing that.
you were older than him , not that much but still noticeable; but anton still loved to take care of you , him being the older brother in his family made his caring nature coming out when it came to you. he loved taking care of you , and you being the younger sibling you liked being taken care of.
“baby.” he finally found you; sitting on a chair. “i told you to stay behind me while i got your drink.” he handed you the drink. “what happened.”
“my feet started to hurt.”
he sat in the seat next to you , holding your purse in his lap. “let me see.” that’s how you ended up in wearing his shoes that were 7 sizes too big for you , your heels dangling in his hands.
“is yn wearing your shoes?” sungchan asked , anton nodded. “her feet hurt , i just stole a pair of house shoes from shotaro.” he said. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”
you were getting hungry — so that was anton’s cue to grab all your belongings , saying goodbye to his friends before guiding you out of the house , helping you into the car , putting a blanket he kept in the car for you over your skirt. “comfortable?”
after getting you comfortable , he climbed onto the drivers seat , making sure the air was to your liking before he drove off. “what do you want to eat?”
his hand on your thigh , rubbing it softly as you went back in forth about what you want , smiling when you got frustrated. “you want me to pick?” already knowing the answer - you liked when he took control , so even watching him order at the drive through had your panties soaking.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he said, driving to the second window. “like you want to eat me.”
“it’s hot…” you started , eyeing him up in his seat. “when you take care of me.” he watched your eyes darken in real time.
his cheeks were red , he smiled as the worker handed him the food , driving off. “well i love taking care of you.” he said , squeezing your thigh , rubbing inside of his , his hand half way up your skirt — the tension in the car hotter now that you both gave off the silent alarm that you wanted each other… bad.
you were on him as soon as the door of your apartment closed. “baby.” he said through your kisses. “baby you need to eat first , you -fuck- you said you were hungry.” his words turning into moans as you kissed his neck.
“we can eat later.”
“no , baby we can eat now , don’t need you passing out , we both know that piece of chicken did nothing yesterday.” sometimes you hated when he took care of you. “eat.”
he watched you eat , telling you to slow down when you sped up do to his need , wiping your lip with his thumb — you wrapped your lips around his thumb . sucking on it. “fuck.”
he moved away seeing what you were doing. “baby stop being so needy , eat your food.” you groaned , finishing your food quickly making him laugh. “such a needy girl.”
he finally took you to your shared room , laying you on the bed. “been such a needy girl.” he kissed your calf as he pulled down your skirt; spreading your legs.
“look at how wet you are?” biting down on his lip. “you’re dripping.” rubbing you through your panties , you moaned.
“plea-please fuck me.”
“not yet princess.” pulling your panties down your legs , he lifted your hips up , throwing your legs over his shoulders , kissing in between your thighs. “want to eat your pretty pussy.”
feeling his lips on your cunt , licking your folds. “fuck tonie.” you tugged at his hair , he groaned against your pussy , your legs digging into his bag. “fuck that feels good.”
his plump lips wrapping around your tiny clit; you clutched the sheets. “you taste so fucking good.” he spit on your folds , licking a fat stripe up his folds. “such a pretty pussy.”
two of his fingers curling up inside you suddenly making your eyes widened , a loud moan falling from your lips as he fingered you. “ton.” you cursed. “m’gonna cum!”
“cum for me.” he sped up. “cum all over my fingers.”
his cock now begging to be released as you rode his fingers. “there we go.” he said softly , unbuckling his pants. “such a good girl.” he kissed your clit , pulling away to get rid of his clothes.
“you look so pretty , all fucked out for me.” rubbing his cock along your folds , pushing just his tip inside; you moaned. “you’re so pretty baby -fuck- sucking me in like this.”
he slowly pushed his cock in , stretching you out. “fuck.” he cursed , holding your waist as he fully bottomed out. “you’re so fucking tight.”
your cunt fluttered around his cock as he began to move , his cock sawing in and out of you. “tonie.”
“hmm.” he kised your neck , his cock hitting that spot , he smirked seeing your eyes roll back. “speak to me pretty , how can i help you?” his big hand coming to toy with your nipples.
“fa-faster..”
“faster?” he chuckled in your ear. “you want me to go faster?” you nodded , pleas fall from your cock drunk lips. “okay princess.”
his pace fastening , his name falling from your lips like a mantra. “you feeling good, baby?” you could barely understand what he was saying. “you gonna cum for me?”
“cum for me , be a good girl and cum.”
you came with his name on your lips , he cursed , cock twitching inside you as he reached his peak as well. “fuck.” his face dipping into your neck as he came down.
he took a good look at you , eyes glazed over. “you with me princess?” not getting an answer , you were too far gone. “it’s okay baby.” kissing your cheek.
Heyyy, sorry I haven’t been active lately, I’ve been in a writers slump for a bit now! I’m gonna try to post at least two more audios from my asks tonight. Hopefully I can go back to uploading normally soon, but until then, I hope you enjoy this audio! >O<
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Anton x older listener 🎧wear headphones 🎧 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 (please do not re-upload without permission!)
Translation: “haaa…it feels so fucking good…I’m gonna cum…haa…you’re gonna cum too?….mmph…I’m cumming…”
precis & wc. the well-renowned campus crush, anton, asks his studious roommate for help with calculus. you both discover that your tutoring sessions end with something better than knowledge—2,006𝓃 𓈒
genre. smut, anton is horny asf, reader is implied to be inexperienced, spanking, brief neck biting, cussing, pet names, unprotected sex, making out, straddling, cum play, brief description of anton's dick, reader and anton are implied to date in the end!
a/n ^_— requested! made this a lot longer than i anticipated LMAO
the atmosphere of your dorm had drastically changed ever since anton moved in.
anton lee, the infamous campus crush and econ major who spent money like it was nothing, constantly had people trailing behind him. you never understood the appeal. sure, he was relatively attractive—hell, you couldn’t even lie to yourself. he had a gorgeous face.
but you didn’t think it warranted him coming back to your dorm tipsy on some nights from parties, hearing the loud buzz of people he’d invited over through your thin walls while you tried to study.
you didn’t talk much either. the most conversation you’d had together was some small talk when he first moved in, but that was about it. a few greetings here and there, but most of the time, your head was buried in your textbooks.
he never understood why you did this to yourself. you were a complete homebody, the only time you left being to go to your classes or occasionally hang out with acquaintances. but typically, you were in your room, sitting at a table that was constantly piled with textbooks and papers filled with scrambled writing.
he’d specifically notice it when he passed by your room—your hair falling over your shoulders, scribbling a bunch of notes and biting your lip whenever you thought for too long. gosh, he thought it was hot. but he found himself pondering if your studying had actually paid off.
his thoughts had shifted once he saw your student portal screen loaded on your laptop. straight 90s across the board. touché, but hey, he could really use it as an opportunity to get some extra academic guidance... or to get closer with you.
he leaned against your doorframe one evening while you were, again, at your desk—typical. he wore a black, fitted tank top that exposed every curve of his biceps and grey sweatpants. he prayed he wouldn’t get a hard-on in front of you.
“hey,” he spoke with his arms crossed, hair slightly damp from a fresh shower. your head darted towards where his voice was coming from, setting your pen down. “hm?”
it’s as if he jinxed himself. his shaft pulsed at the sound of your voice, dazed and gentle, slightly straining against his sweatpants. he slowly walked over to your desk, hand barely hovering over the print of his cock as he pretends to clear his throat.
“do you mind tutoring me sometime tomorrow? i could use some help in calculus,” he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked down at you—sitting in a pair of loose shorts and a long sleeve, blinking up at him through your lenses.
you were surprised that someone as unbothered and status-conscious as anton had asked you for help. though, you figured he probably took the opportunity since you’re his roommate and takes pride in your studies. anyway, you weren’t opposed to it.
“s-sure, i can help” you stammered out of pure intimidation, shooting him a small smile before he smirked and walked out of your space.
your first tutoring session the next day went up to par. thanks to you, he understood the content, but it didn’t help that he kept “accidentally” touching you. he’d mutter a small sorry while you were mid-lesson, his cold, slim fingers grazing your bare thigh.
that, along with the way his eyes would mindlessly land on your lips, had you wondering just how many more sessions you’d have left. “anton? are you even paying attention?” you raised your glasses up so they rested on the top of your head, annoyance tied in your tone. “yeah... sorry.” he’d whisper, but he could already feel the head of his cock leaking, sticking to the fabric of his boxers.
he obviously wasn’t paying any mind, and it persisted as your sessions piled up over weeks.
“how many more of these do you think we need to do?” you muttered, throwing the textbooks onto his bed before plopping yourself on it. what was this—the 11th session already?
“why? you don’t like teaching me?” he fake whined with a cocky grin, back pressed against the headboard, palms resting behind his head. you roll your eyes and prepared the content for this specific lesson. he brought out the attitude you never thought you had in you.
minutes after minutes went by. you took a small break before offering to jump back in, to which anton sat up straight and protested. “no... we don’t have to continue.”
“christ, anton—do you want to pass or not?” you scold, flipping through papers, and you suddenly feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. your head slowly turns to face him, and you already notice something different about him. something you couldn’t put your finger on.
your mouth parts, unsure of what to say or do, before he tugs on your wrist, signaling for you to come closer to him.
he’s still laying against the headboard, legs barely spread before flicking his eyes from you to his lap. “come,” he murmurs, as if asking your roommate to straddle your lap is the most natural thing ever.
you hesitate. this feels so unlike you. but with a pretty face like anton’s—his hair tousled, sweatpants riding down a little, you can’t turn down such an invitation. you slowly crawl over to him, his hand already reaching to your thigh to guide it over his hip.
by this point, your legs are on either side of his hips, your heat resting just above his bulge. your hands stalled, unsure of where to place them. on the bed? on his chest? on his shoulders?
of course, he notices the reluctance in your expression. “put them wherever you want,” he whispers, gazing up at you through oh-so-fuckable eyes. your hands shakily rest on his broad shoulders, your back slightly arching as his palms found their place on your hips.
you gulped—you were in such a vulnerable position. this felt so foreign to you. you barely saw his hand loop around your head to gently bring it down before his lips pressed against yours.
you pull away with a short gasp, not even comprehending what just happened before licking your lips and slowly lowering yourself to kiss him again. you melted into it this time, his plump lips sandwiching between yours, moving and sucking in a rhythm that had your hips gently grinding over his bulge.
he groans into the kiss, fingers pressing into your skin. you pull away for a breather, and his hands firmly grip the fabric of your shorts from behind. “can i take these off, pretty?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning against your already-swollen lips.
you tremblingly nod, allowing him to tug your loose shorts to the side so they pooled at the side of your ass cheek. your breath hitched at the feeling of the cool air hitting your once-warm skin, but nonetheless, your nails graze over his straining cock. it could practically rip through his sweatpants.
“you wanna help me?” his eyes flick between you and his obvious hard-on. you nod again, pulling his sweatpants down just above his knees. by the time your fingers reached the waistband of his boxers, you could already feel your pussy twitching with need. if you ran your fingers through your folds right now, they’d come back up drenched.
you dragged them down slowly until his entire cock was revealed—his tip a deep pink and moist with precum, a small vein peaking through as his shaft curved a bit, balls resting underneath. you swallowed a huge lump of spit at the sight, not even grasping that it’s about to be inside you in just a moment.
your breath becomes shaky as your hand wrapped around his base, and he notices. “shh, easy. it’s okay, i got you.” one hand slides up to your waist, the other reaching down to grip his own shaft as he barely presses the mushroom head up to your soaked entrance. he rubbed it up and down through your folds, stretching the time in hopes of alleviating your unease.
“anton.. p-please.” your fingers tug on his shirt, whispering against his chest as your legs begin to quiver. “you want it, baby? yeah?” he mumbles, pushing a little more of his head inside. your silken walls immediately greeted him with a snug welcome, aching for something fuller.
you nod into his chest, whimpering as his hand gently guides you until you fully lower yourself on his cock. “a-ahh—fuck..” you feel a slight discomfort at the sudden and unfamiliar feeling, his tip resting just under your cervix. his fingers tangle in your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he slowly begins to move into you.
his hips jerk up with easy, calculated thrusts that turn your discomfort into pleasure. each one stretches you wider, walls fluttering around his thick length as your warm arousal coats him. anton’s breath hitched against the shell of your ear, tightening his grip on your hair just enough to tilt your head to the side.
there your neck was exposed, allowing him to lean in and gently nip at the sensitive skin, causing another moan to tumble out. his hand slides down the small of your back, the other letting go of your hair to grip the flesh of your ass.
“mm—fuck. so tight.. just for me,” he murmurs, voice low as his hips continue fucking into you. the head of his cock drags along your g-spot with every stroke, your heat squeezing him tight. “o-oh my gosh, toni! that feels so fuckin’ good!” you sob, your tears staining the fabric of his cotton shirt.
“i know, baby. i know it’s good,” his grip on your ass lets loose, just so his palm can spank it. you shiver at the sting, body becoming limp as you felt yourself getting closer. his hips continue snapping up, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping.
and if you weren’t already at the edge, you sure as hell were now. anton’s hand that once settled on your waist had trailed down below to rub quick circles on your sensitive nub with his thumb. “you feel that? gonna cum?”
you swore you could see stars. your eyes rolled back, the feeling of his finger toying with your clit sending a wave of ecstasy to wash over you. you couldn’t even reply.
your body shudders, a whine escaping your mouth when you feel his palm smack against your ass cheek, more force than his last spank. it left a faint, pink print on your skin before he spoke again. “c’mon, answer. you gonna cum, doll?”
“yesyes!” you sob, your wet lashes fluttering shut as you came. the tight coil in your stomach snaps, your pussy fluttering around his cock, clenching as the final stroke caused your release to spill all over his lap.
it seeped onto the sheets, dampening the mattress beneath you and his sweatpants. he gently lifts your hips, his cock slipping out before giving it quick strokes with his hand, pressing his swollen tip against your ass.
his hot ropes leak onto your cheek, dripping down your skin as he catches his breath. his chest rose and fell with every unwinding breath, the adam’s apple in his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed. you’re just as spent as he is—face pressed into his firm chest, the throbbing in your heat slowly fading.
“anton?” you whisper, head rising from his chest as you look down at him through half-lidded, glazed eyes. he hums in response, lashes fluttering as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “i wouldn’t mind doing this after every session.”
he chuckles at your proposition. no chance you would’ve offered to have sex with him earlier. “only if you take me out,” you added.
“wherever you want, gorgeous,” he grinned, splaying his palm on your lower back, dragging it up and down your skin before planting a kiss to your temple.
you’re thrilled to see how many more “lessons” this dorm will hold.
Synopsis: You and Anton are enemies; the tension between you is constantly charged while competing, but when you're put in the same hotel for a competition, there's not much holding either of you back from breaking that tension.
WC: 5.8k
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do that), trash talk, dirty talk, competitive tension, sexual tension, swimmer anton, condescending Anton, kissing, bruising, fingering, anton is very well endowed, praise, slight degradation, profanity, begging, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, angel, etc.), breeding, creampie, overstimulation, forced orgasm, hinted somnophilia, lmk if i missed anything
A/N: First fic of the RIIZE masterlist, I wrote this a while ago, but I've been itching to share it. I'm very behind on my series, so I'm currently working on it...that being said...Idk when I'm gonna write my next RIIZE fic. Thank you, @midnighthazee, for beta reading.
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There were too many noises, the sounds of the whistle blowing through the air and the swimmers taking off into the water. There was chatter from each of the teams, making the environment seem louder.
Your coach turns to you to speak, getting his familiar pep-talk ready. “You’ve done this a hundred times. This isn’t anything new. Trust your start, keep your rhythm, and finish strong. You know you’re good — now just go out there and show it.”
You nodded curtly and walked over to your position, the tile beneath your feet is cold and slick with water, but you barely feel it. Your heartbeat is louder than the crowd now, thudding steadily in your ears as you step toward the block.
You exhale once, sharp and steady, then lift your gaze.
And there he is.
Anton is already at his block, rolling out his shoulders and infuriatingly calm – as he usually is before a race. His body is all lean lines and strong muscles, but tense. His teammates watch from behind him, trading jokes and last-minute advice, but Anton isn’t really paying attention to any of it.
He’s too busy looking at you.
It’s quick, a flicker of his attention locking onto yours almost like it's purely instinctual. His gaze makes a nauseous twist sit in your stomach. His lips lift just barely, an infuriating smirk on his face. Provoking you.
Maybe it was a challenge, maybe an invitation for something else. You couldn’t tell. You never could with him.
You force your chin up, refusing to be the one who looks away first. Not today. You held his gaze, refusing to let the flicker of smugness in his eyes burrow further beneath your skin. Anton didn’t blink, didn’t look away, not even when the starter's voice rang out in the humid air calling your attention.
His eyes narrowed slightly, sizing you up – likely to see if you were the same girl he had beaten last month. He seemed to think he had you all figured out when he broke his gaze and let out a little chuckle to himself.
The air was thick with the smell of chlorine and the adrenaline coursing through you.
The whistle blew, the shrill sound cutting through the strong tension between the two of you. You got into position, your muscles coiled tight and ready. For a half-second, your focus drifted back to Anton, the cocky little tilt of his head and the flex in his own muscles as he took position.
The buzzer sounded.
You launched yourself, the world narrowing down to the rush of air and the cold feeling of the water on your skin.
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You barely had time to breathe and relish in your victory before Anton found you by the bleachers with your team. He started making his way over with the same infuriating smirk that was always on his face. Your skin was still wet as you met him halfway, not wanting your teammates to hear the bullshit he was most likely about to say.
“Congrats,” he drawled, voice low. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Must’ve been luck, hm?”
Gosh, he was insufferable. Your cheeks felt hot.
You glared, pretending you didn’t notice the way his gaze slid over you. You also pretended you didn’t notice the way your skin prickled, blaming it mostly on the water giving you temporary hypothermia.
“Luck?” you scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “You can call it whatever you want.” Your voice surprised you – a little more breathless than you intended, but solid.
Anton stepped closer, his presence cutting off the noise of the pool and the shouts of your teammates. You could smell the hint of chlorine and his body wash still clinging to him. For a second, you wondered if anyone was watching from the bleachers. If they could see your tense body language. It would be just your luck to have someone catch you even slightly flustered.
“Or maybe you’ve just been watching me too much,” you added when he didn’t respond, your chin lifted.
His mouth curved. It was most definitely a challenge. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he said softly, but his gaze lingered on your lips. “I just like knowing you’re not as good as me. Makes it easier to win.”
He was so close now, the heat of his body radiant against your skin. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you could feel it in your throat.
You knew the smart thing to do would be to brush him off and walk away, remind him that he’s just a smug asshole who has nothing better to do than annoy you. But you didn’t. You stood your ground, matched him glare for glare, your lips tingling from the way his eyes kept sweeping over them.
“Oh is that what happened today?” you sneered, the words coming out lower than you intended. “Becuase it looked like you were chasing me for a while there. Couldn’t catch up?”
He laughed, but the sound was softer than you’d expected. You saw his jaw flex, and for a moment the competitive edge in his eyes shifted to something else. Something heavier, darker, and more personal.
Before you could analyze the look in his eyes, your coach’s voice sounded in your ears, telling your team to pack it up so that you could head out.
Anton blinked slowly, a lazy grin curling at his lips before he stepped back, leaving you with your pulse jumping and a flush high on your cheeks. You turned and walked away, not daring to look over your shoulder even though you could feel his eyes burning between your shoulder blades.
Your team packed up, voices buzzing with post-race adrenaline and stupid gossip. The van ride back to the hotel was a blur of tired limbs and damp towels. Only when you stepped into the lobby did you realize Anton and his teammates were sprawled across the armchairs in the lobby, looking perfectly at home.
Of fucking course. Just your luck.
Your team found their own places to sit while your coach checked you in. You didn’t dare go anywhere close that asshole, but you could feel his heated gaze on you, never leaving.
Your coach walked back up to your group and started handing out room keys.
“Now, since there’s an odd number of us, someone gets their own room.” He grunted out. Your other teammates immediately started asking for it, not wanting to share a room with anyone else. You were too distracted by the gaze on you to partake in the begging.
“Now, now, I’m giving it to our winner for today. She deserves it.” He said, handing the key out toward you and snapping you out of your daze. You smiled tightly and took the key card from him, your other teammates jokingly booing at you. You laughed and flicked some of them off.
As you and your team walked up to your floor, you still felt those eyes on you, except this time you didn’t acknowledge him.
You made your way down the corridor, damp hair still slinging to your neck, the low hush of your teammates' voices fading behind you as you drifted further from their cluster. The key card was thick between your fingers and you spun it around and around, unable to keep the restless energy from your hands or the sense of being watched from crawling up your spine.
You told yourself you didn’t care. You had beaten him. You’d gotten the solo room. He could look all he wanted.
The hallway was quiet, carpet muffling your footsteps and the air thick with the lingering scent of pool chemicals and the faint trace of someone’s cologne. Maybe his. You shoved that thought right back down where it came from and pushed your door open.
The room was bright, a single bed crisply made, and silent except for the echo of your heart in your chest.
You kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the desk, and peeled off your jacket. The adrenaline from earlier was still slightly there, and you sighed as you checked your phone for any new notifications.
The knock at the door had your head snapping up from your phone to the door.
They’re already knocking at the door? You saw them two minutes ago.
When you got to the door you pulled on the handle and opened it, ready to make a teasing remark at your teammate about already missing you. Only it wasn’t your teammate. It was Anton.
He stood in your doorway, as if he belonged there. As if he’d been invited, when you both knew he hadn’t. He filled the space with unapologetic energy, one arm braced casually against the doorframe, his body still lean and strong and his hair slightly darker, like yours, from lingering moisture. The smell hit you: chlorine, the clean scent of his bodywash, and that cologne, subtle and sharp and unmistakably him.
You blinked. For a breathless second, neither of you spoke.
He smiled, slow and deliberate, with a hungry, slightly amused glint in his eyes. “Expecting someone else?” His voice was deep, edged with laughter.
You leaned your shoulder against the door, half blocking his view of the room. “You must be lost. The asshole convention’s down the hall.”
He huffed a short laugh, not moving. “I thought I’d congratulate you properly.” His eyes flicked from your face to your neck, to your collarbone. You felt the heat of his gaze like he was physically touching you. For a second, neither of you moved. The air between your bodies felt charged, riddled with tension and something else you couldn’t and didn’t want to name.
“Funny,” he said, his voice lowering. “But I’m right where I want to be.”
You rolled your eyes, but the gesture felt weak even to you. Up close, his presence was suffocating. The width of his shoulders blocked out the hallway light. His arm, still braced against the doorframe, caged you even as you stood your ground.
“Congratulations delivered. You can go now,” you said, keeping your tone even, your chin up. But you didn’t close the door.
He tilted his head, studying you, and you realized he saw right through the confidence act. “You always this polite to your fans?” he asked, and the words made your skin crawl with irritation.
But you didn’t take the bait. Instead, you fixed him with that look you’d perfected over the years of racing side-by-side – sharp, unimpressed. He leaned in, just enough that you could see the pretty shade of brown in the details of his eyes, and for a moment you allowed yourself to breathe him in.
“Only the ones who lose as pathetically as you,” you shot back, the words coming out huskier than you meant. It was impossible to ignore the way his eyes darkened at that, the twitch of his jaw as he processed your nearness. He was so close you could count the freckles across his collarbone, could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed.
He didn’t move back, but stepped closer, shifting his weight so that his hips brushed the edge of the door. His arm remained above your head, effectively pinning you in place, but you didn’t shrink away. You could feel the tension in his stare.
It vibrated between you, not quite touching, but almost – like electricity.
You licked your lips. His gaze tracked it, sharp and intent. Every sensible thought in your head told you to make a snarky comment and slam the door in his face, but you just… didn’t. Maybe you liked the way the air got thick when he stepped this close, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to you, just for you. Even if every word was meant to rile you up.
You wondered if he could see your pulse beating in your throat. It felt obvious, loud, like it was beating for his attention.
Anton dropped his face a little nearer, the shadow of his jaw cutting a clean line only inches from yours. “Go on, then,” he murmured, voice low. “Prove you’re better, yeah?”
The words set something wild loose in your chest, and you felt something pulse inside you. You should’ve laughed. You should’ve pushed him out, locked the door and gone straight to the shower and then to bed. But here you were, pulling him into your room and slamming the door shut behind him.
He barely had a chance to react before you shoved him back, hard, the force of it sending his spine gently to the wall. You caught the flash of surprise in his eyes, but it only made his mouth curve higher. For a second, neither of you moved; you just stood together in that bright, silent room, close enough that your breaths mingled and the tension between you felt raw and almost physical.
He looked at you, really looked, heat pooling in his gaze, and you realized with a fierce jolt that he wanted this as badly as you did. You pressed forward, erasing the last bit of space, and kissed him.
It was nothing like you’d imagined—not soft, not tentative, but fever-hot and reckless, hungry and desperate and the taste of chlorine and him. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, sharp with need, and you felt his hands find your waist, fingers digging into your skin.
You let him, for just a moment, because it felt good and right and you wanted to hear what he’d do if you stopped pretending to hate his guts.
But you didn’t give him all the control – not for a second. You pushed up on your toes, kissed him harder, your mouth parting under his, and the soft surprised sound he made vibrated straight through your chest and down in between your legs.
His hands slid lower, splaying over your hips and dragging you flush against him, and you knew he was just as breathless and done for as you.
He kissed like he competed: relentless, greedy, all-consuming. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, not gentle, and he groaned against your mouth, one palm fisting the back of your shirt to pull you impossibly closer.
The tension was so messy, and when your fingers tangled in his still-damp hair, tugging, he broke away just enough to let out a shaky breath against your cheek.
You didn’t wait for him to say anything clever. You nipped sharply at his jaw, felt the muscle tense under your teeth, and heart the way his breath hitched. He chased your mouth, catching it again, but you tugged him back by his hair and continued your attack on his neck.
You could feel the coiled tension in Anton’s arms, the way his fingers curled possessively around your hips, and the way his mouth kept trying to find yours hungrily.
“Didn’t expect this to be your way of proving you’re better,” he said, a smirk on his mouth and his voice soft against your ear, “is it my turn yet?”
You scoffed, let your teeth find his earlobe for just a second, sharp enough to make his take in a harsh breath, before you eased back just barely enough to meet his eyes.
Anton’s hands tightened on your hips once more, bruising, like he was fighting the impulse to just take. The thought made you feel hot and dizzy.
You wanted him, you wanted this, and the need was suddenly so sharp it scraped through your composure. You dragged Anton toward the bed, not caring how graceless it looked.
His lips were on yours again, and your hands yanked desperately at the hem of his shirt. He returned the favor, fingers rough and greedy, hauling your clothes over your head and discarding them somewhere behind you.
Everything was teeth and tongue and fumbling hands, hips bumping against the edge of the bed as the both of you reached for each other's bare skin. You laughed breathlessly when you finally got his shirt off, immediately eating him up with your eyes. You saw him half naked during competitions all the time, but it was different in this context – almost like you were truly seeing him.
His eyes were devouring you. His hands were already sliding up to your chest, groping you as if he needed to touch every inch at once. You were pressed so close there was no space left at all.
You felt Anton's fingers drag down your stomach, a rough, greedy slide that had you shivering and arching into his touch.
“Look at you, already desperate for it,” he murmured, a smug, dark laugh pressed against your neck. He didn’t wait for you to respond, just slipped his hand between your legs, cupping you through your underwear. His fingers stroked you, slow at first, then harder, until you gasped against his mouth.
“Knew you’d be greedy,” he said softly. “Could feel you looking at me all day. But I didn’t think you’d be this fucking wet, sweetheart.” The words made you clench around nothing, not even able to form a response, and when he finally slid your panties aside and pushed his fingers inside you, you nearly sobbed.
He stretched you ruthlessly, thumb rubbing hard circles and making you squirm. He ran his other hand down to your waist, pushing down and holding you in place.
“Please, I need- please…” you begged, needing him inside of you.
His lips turned up into that infuriating smirk you love. He could tell you just wanted him to fuck you already.
“I’ve gotta stretch you out first, angel. You can’t take all of me without it.” He said, so soft it was barely above a whisper. You couldn’t catch the hint of condescendence in his tone, you were too far gone already.
You whined and whimpered until you felt pressure building in your stomach. Anton’s fingers kept their steady pace, his thumb working those intense circles on your clit until you shattered against his hand, his voice gentle and reassuring in your ear.
“That’s right, show me how good you are. Bet you’ve never cum this fast for anyone else,” he breathed into your ear, and the words burned straight through you.
You arched helplessly, muscles clenching around his fingers, your body already trembling with aftershocks and the humiliation of how easy he made it look. But you didn’t care – you wanted more, all of it, especially when his mouth found yours again, almost tender now, as if he was tasting just how desperate you were.
You barely registered the way he manhandled you up onto the bed, dragging you higher so you sprawled beneath him, your legs open and shivering as he slotted his hips between them.
You could feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressed right against you through his still-clinging briefs. He made no secret of how desperate he was, grinding into you just once, slow, so you could feel every inch.
You reached for him without thinking, your fingers yanking the waistband down, impatient, and he let you, watching you through his lashes, his eyes heavy and blown as you freed him.
He groaned softly, the pleasure in his eyes so vivid and unrestrained in the way he looked at you. You wrapped your fingers around him before you even thought about it, desperate to feel his weight and how hard he was for you.
Anton was so thick and hot against your palm, and his hips jerked forward, the motion desperate and hungry.
“Fuck,” he muttered, barely more than a groan, and you felt it everywhere, your body tightening with a new frantic need to have him inside of you.
He caught your wrist and pinned it above your head, holding you there with holding you there with unsurprising ease. It was primal, the way he wanted to control the pace, and the way he didn’t want to give an inch without making you work for it.
He finally pulled your panties off, your wetness sticking to them and making them practically see through. He threw them where his pants were on the ground, smirking at you. “I’m keeping those for later.”
You rolled your eyes and tugged at his shoulders. “Just fuck me already. Please I’m so…please, Anton.”
He bit his lip at the sound of his name, the way it rolled off your tongue in that needy tone, and he swore he would’ve snapped and eaten you up right then and there if it weren’t for his impeccable control.
“Say it again for me.” He demanded. He definitely wasn’t asking, and he made that clear through the look in his eyes.
Your own eyes fluttered, breath sharp in your chest. “Anton,” you repeated, and it came out just as thin and just as desperate as the last time. “Please. I need you so bad.”
He looked at you like you’d never been rivals at all m and stripped away the last inch of space between you bodies. His hips slotted flush against yours. He lined himself up at your entrance, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, lubing himself up with all of your slick. You could feel the thick head of his cock pushing, just barely there, not enough, just a tease.
He leaned over you, his mouth grazing the edge of your jaw, his voice hungry and rough.
“Good girl.” The praise seared through your nerves. “You want it so bad, don’t you? Want me to fuck you so hard you can’t stand tomorrow?”
You nodded, too far gone for words. He grinned that pretty grin of his – all teeth and dimples – and bit his lip.
He pressed into you. The slight stretch burned, his fingers only helping so much from how thick he was.
You gasped, the sting of the stretch punching the breath out of you, his cock pressing into you slow and relentless. Anton watched you with a dark, greedy intensity, like he was cataloging every twitch, every whine, every whimper. He eased forward, sinking deeper, the drag of him inside you obscene.
Your thighs were shaking from how good he filled you up. His grip on your waist was bruising, and somewhere in the back of your mind you hoped the marks would show for more than just a few days.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forhead pressing to yours. You could feel him trembling slightly, his restraint becoming thinner and thinner. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t rush, letting you feel every deserved inch as he bottomoned out, hips flush to yours, bodies fused together.
You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze impossibly tighter around him. It was taking every single atom in his body to not pound into you right then and there.
His hips have a shallow, testing thrust. The friction was dizzying; you arched into him chasing it, desperate for more.
“Look at my pretty girl, hm?” Anton murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Taking it so well for me.” His breath was hot against your cheek, his body bracketed over you. You wanted every bit of him. You wanted him to leave you shaking and full and ruined.
He pulled out to the tip, slow, and pushed back in so deep you thought he might be rearranging your guts. Each thrust was deliberate, hard enough to jolt the headboard and send a filthy noise into the echoey hotel room.
You clung to him, nails raking his shoulder blades, and he groaned at the sting, rutting against you harder. The world blurred to the heat of his skin, the weight of his body on yours, and the slick friction with every roll of his hips.
You tried to fight the sounds spilling from your lips, but it was useless – the moans, the needy, desperate whimpers. Anton ate up every sound, his mouth finding your neck, biting just enough to make you gasp and clench around his pulsing cock.
“Wanna fill you up so bad. You like this don’t you?” he panted against your throat. He was getting talkative, and that made you think maybe he was going to cum soon. “I know you do, baby. I know.”
You shuddered, unable to hide it, your legs locking hard around his waist. You wished you could say something – beg for something, dirty talk to him too – but nothing was making its way out of your mouth except the punched out little moans from his deep thrusts.
The sound you made on a particularly harsh thrust was almost embarrassing, but Anton drank it in, his hips grinding deep and slow, the drag thick and obscene. He kept you pinned with one big hand, the other moving possessively over your throat and jaw. Not tight, just enough to remind you who had you, who was inside you, stretching you so wide it left you breathless.
“You’re so needy for it, fuck. You keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.”
You tightened around him again, just to feel how his hips stuttered inside you, his control fraying with every wet, slick thrust. You wanted to see him lose it, wanted to ruin him the way he’d already ruined you, so you let your hips rock up, catching the thick grind of his cock just perfectly. The sound he made was so raw, desperate.
“Yeah?” you whispered, voice trembling but so fucking proud. “You gonna cum inside me, Anton?” You said his name like a taunt – or a promise – your lips brushing his jaw, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt and sweat where his pulse pounded.
“Angel,” he gritted out, mouth hungry on your neck. “You feel so good, you have no idea.” He moaned, hand tightening at your throat just slightly, his big palm spanning across your jaw and cheek as he fucked into you rougher, harder, like he needed to imprint you on every part of his body.
Anton’s other hand tightened on your hip, possessive. “You gonna take it for me?” he rasped against your mouth, his breath coming out in rough pants. “Let me fill you up?”
You nodded, dizzy, your entire body strung out and your mind gone with all of your thoughts.
He watched you through hooded, hungry eyes, the lines of his face sharp with focus and something primal. He wanted you full and messy and gasping, and he wasn’t shy about it. With every thick, punishing thrust, he brought you closer to the edge, body pinning you hard to the mattress, his voice rough, but with a certain softness to it, in your ear.
“That’s it, fuck…Let me feel you.” His hand slid from your throat to your jaw, his thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth, demanding, obsessive, yours to bite or suck or moan around if you dared.
You did, lips parting so he could press his thumb inside. You sucked at it, greedy, eyes fluttering shut from the obscene pleasure of being taken this way, and Anton nearly came inside you right then and there.
He swore, voice guttural against your skin, and the pace of his thrusts stuttered for a split second as you sucked at his thumb, greedy and shameless. He seemed to savor it, every slick pull of your mouth, and his hips surged forward with a new, frenzied need. The way he filled you was devastating and relentless – a slow, thick grind that made your entire body tighter in anticipation.
“Such a good fucking girl, hm? So pretty, so fucking needy for me.” he whispered, forhead pressed to yours, obsession and awe wound together in every syllable.
“Don’t stop, fuck, please- don’t stop.” You begged, your words slurring together and barely making it out of your mouth. You were so close to coming and you could tell it would be intense.
The tension inside you built sharp and unyielding, pleasure turning molten, until you could barely hold yourself together. Anton’s body pressed you down, thick cock stretching you so perfectly, and the bed creaked beneath every rough thrust. His thumb dragged out from your mouth, wet with your spit, and he pressed it to your lips, watching the way you chased the touch, needy and shameless.
The only sound in the room was broken breathing and the slap of skin, the wet pulse of your cunt around him, and the way you whimpered when he hit just right, over and over. You were making him lose his control and his restraint with every squeeze.
“Listen to yourself,” Anton panted, his fingers digging deeper into your hip. “You’re soaking for me, I can hear your pretty pussy leaking for me.”
You whimpered, the shameful sound muffled by his hand as your body seized suddenly, pleasure snapping so hard you almost sobbed. Anton felt you clamp down and only rutted deeper, his hips never faltering, cock grinding against the spot inside you with brutal, perfect certainty.
“Fuck that’s it. Knew you’d cum for me, but I didn’t think you’d fall apart this easy,” he taunted, voice rough, and his lips dragging a filthy smile across your jaw.
You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, not when the aftershocks were already too much. Your thighs shook, muscles fluttering uncontrollably, but he didn’t give you a moment to recover.
Instead, his fingers slid down, rubbing your clit mercilessly, circling fast and slick and mean. You jerked, crying out loudly and trying to squirm away, but Anton pinned you flat with his weight, pushing harder. “Sensitive now, aren’t you? Bet you can’t take it, yeah?” he crooned, his hand working you while his cock drove in and out.
The pressure building in your stomach exploded again, your cunt getting even wetter, helpless under the overstimulation. Anton’s laugh was low in your ear as he forced you through another, even harsher orgasm.
You writhed, sobbing into his shoulder, everything inside you seizing hard as the orgasm washed over you, pussy fluttering and squeezing around Anton’s cock. He fucking loved it. You could hear it in the way he let out a ragged, triumphant sound. You could feel it in the way his hips ground deeper, reducing to let you go.
“Fuuuck, that’s it, just like that,” he choked, voice full of awe and hunger. “You’re milking me, sweetheart. Squeezing my cock so fucking perfect.”
You couldn’t breathe, your nails scraping down his back again as he pounded you through every single trembling aftershock. He didn’t show you any mercy, fucking you even harder, the slap of skin echoing in the hotel room, the sound obscene.
“Taking it so good, baby. You were made for this, weren’t you?” His hand slid up, cupping your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek and wiping your tears away.
And then he reached up, found your hands gripping tight onto the sheets, and tangled his fingers with yours above your head. His grip was so sure, so grounding, you would have gasped at the intimacy of it if you were present instead of your brain being so fuzzy.
His pace stuttered, and you felt him shudder above you, holding you through the way his body tensed, every muscle straining and trembling as he fucked you even harder, chasing his own orgasm.
“I’m gonna fill you up, just like you want, Angel. Gonna make sure you know just who you belong to.” he growled, voice harsh and shaking slightly. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and perfect and sensitive.
Your whole body arched to meet him, and you could feel his control slipping, unraveling right where you wanted him.
He slammed into you, harder and harder, his rhythm erratic now and his breath ragged at your ear. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped, every word running straight through you. “You’re gonna take it, yeah? Gonna let me give you all my cum?”
You nodded, choking on a moan, your whole body seizing as his hips stuttered inside you one last time and he thrust into you one more time, his cock hitting so deep he touched your cervix.
The moan he let out was animalistic and guttural, filling the room with raw noise. His body trembled over yours as he came, cock pulsing inside you, spilling himself deep where you ached for it. You felt every spasm of his, and the way he ground his hips down to make sure you took every desperate drop, like he wanted to fucking drown you in it.
He stayed inside you, not loosening his hold on your hands, his forehead pressed into your neck and both of you panting like you’d just raced the length of the pool. Your whole body trembled, and you felt like the aftershocks were never ending.
You could sense he was about to pull out, but you needed to be close to him. You couldn’t let him go just yet – not when he had just filled you up like he was trying to impregnate you.
You freed your hands from his and wrapped your arm around his back, tugging him closer. “Don’t pull out. Wanna stay like this, want you to make sure your cum doesn’t go to waste.”
His cock twitched violently at that, and he let out a groan, his teeth gritted together like he was in pain. “Don’t say shit like that, Angel,” he said. It was already taking everything in him not to get hard again and fuck you through the night.
But you liked the way his pulse jumped under your palm, the way his cock twitched inside you, overstimulated but still greedy for more. You wrapped your thighs tighter around his hips, locking him to you and not letting a single drop escape.
You shouldn’t have said it, but you couldn’t help the way you ached, the way you’d take him over and over if he wanted. You wondered if he could tell, or if he’d just assumed you’d be done after that. But you weren’t. Every inch of you was perfectly sore, oversensitive, still trembling from the aftershocks of him, and yet, still greedy for whatever came next.
Anton buried his face in your neck, breathing hard. His cock throbbed once inside you, a deep, hungry pulse. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, that pretty smirk on his lips.
You stroked a slow line down his back. “If you get needy again…you can use me. Even if I’m asleep. Just wake me up, or don’t. I don’t care.”
His breath stuttered, and you felt the way his whole body tensed, the way his cock tried to harden inside you again at the promise. He pressed his lips to your jaw lingering there, claiming you with the press of his body and the heat in his eye.
“Careful,” he whispered, “I might take you up on that.”
And if anyone would have told you last week that you’d end up sleeping with Anton from the rival swim team you would have laughed so hard you probably would have suffocated. Because the chances of you falling into bed with that annoying asshole of a man? Impossible.
thinking about... wanting to reward your boyfriend, anton
word count: 6.6k
content warnings: fem reader, porn with some plot, oral (f. and m. rec), there's some action involving anton's balls too like idk if there's a name for that, soft dom anton but he's a little shit, snowballing, begging, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, the word mommy is used twice but no actual mommy kink.
a/n: this is sooo nasty and long as hell... hope you guys enjoy it! and thank you for the huuuge support "venus" received <3 comments and/or asks to talk about my fics are thoroughly appreciated :D
to put it simply, none of your previous relationships were good, if you can even call what you had "relationships". you had been so desperate for love and validation, you still stayed with your ex-boyfriend even when he just turned around and fell asleep after you two had had your first time together, not looking at you or saying a word after getting you all dirty with his load.
humiliating, yes, but three months later, you finally realized there were literally no good reasons for you to stay with him.
your ex treated you with about the same warmth as one would treat a colleague from another department you only see every once in a while in the company. he didn't care about your interests or hobbies, and he was not interested in meeting your friends or family, let alone how he was incredibly mediocre in bed. you still get entire body shivers when you remember giving so much of yourself to someone like that, but you try to just be glad it's all in the past.
what came as a result of all of this was: you spent almost two years being painfully single. you honestly didn't mind it that much; it still stung whenever you remembered how nonchalant your ex was when you broke things off with him, so meeting new people felt scary. if you went to a party or club, you could still kiss someone here and there, but every time someone tried to show you they were interested in getting to know you better, you had the same physical reaction as someone who's being hunted for sport.
you had nearly given up on ever having romantic feelings for anyone again when sungchan mentioned a friend of his was moving to south korea. you and sungchan were as close as two coworkers could be, you supposed. the two of you would coordinate lunch breaks and always text each other about the latest office gossip, but you had never hung out outside of an office setting, so you obviously were a little taken aback when, during a random lunch break, sungchan asked if you wanted to tag along him and some friends of his to watch this new movie that had just come out.
it's not like the idea of going for a friendly hangout with sungchan bothered you; if anything, you'd been hoping he'd cross that bridge, being the less shy one out of the two of you. but precisely because you know sungchan is aware of your quieter disposition, you were confused as to why he wanted your first time meeting outside of work be with his close friends around.
before you could ask, though, sungchan said, with a barely contained smile and the tone of someone who's up to no good, "i have this friend, anton, that i think you'd really get along with, you know? he's korean, but he grew up in the states so it's almost like he's a foreigner. just like you! i feel like you have so much in common, really." the crease between your eyebrows only deepened—was sungchan seriously trying to set you up with one of his friends?
once again beating you up to it, before you could deny it, sungchan pulled up some photos of anton that immediately shut you up. oh, fuck, was the guy handsome. doe eyes, big nose, plump lips, thick thighs, huge shoulders and a teeny tiny waist. there's no way in hell you could say no.
anton told you later he was the one who saw you in one of the pictures sungchan had posted from your team and that he had begged sungchan to find a way to introduce you two. to give them some grace, even if they had been plotting on you, the hangout was actually really fun and easy. anton didn't come too strongly to try and interact with you to the point of being inconvenient; he would instead do more subtle things, like offering to share the popcorn he had bought for himself and doubling down on it whenever you poked fun at sungchan. you kept in contact after that, having been way more charmed by him than you were already expecting, and it didn't take long for him to ask you out on a date.
going on dates with anton was so easy it almost scared you. he would pay for absolutely everything, he had held your hand in public since the first date and he would always plan really thoughtful dates instead of last-minute booty calls, as your ex did. you were absolutely smitten with him and, for the first time, you could tell it went both ways. when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, you jumped onto him with such energy anyone watching would've thought anton was proposing to you instead, the huge smile on anton's face nearly blinding you. that night, anton made you feel not only so much pleasure that you nearly passed out, but beyond the lust, you could feel how much he truly loves you. and that? that unlocked something inside you.
usually, you're a bit of a pillow princess when it comes to your sex life. you thought it was just a preference, but after anton became your boyfriend you realized you just weren't as into your previous boyfriends as your lovesick mind thought you were. to you, anton is truly one of a kind: he's not afraid of showing how much he adores you, clinging to your waist at all times, or, at the very least, he makes sure some part of him is touching you. he buys you chocolate, pain medicine, and pads the day after you complain about your upcoming period. anton also comes to your apartment straight after work on most days, even if his place is closer to his job—and it doesn't matter if he's tired after his shift, he will always drag you to the bathroom to shower or bathe with him and will even give you a massage if work was rough for you too.
all those little things started piling up in your heart and the back of your mind, and that combined with how incredibly hot your boyfriend is... you're almost embarrassed to admit it, feeling like you're worse than a pubescent thirteen-year-old boy, but you seriously felt like you could fuck anton every day. you blame it all on anton, though. how could you not want him to absolutely rearrange your guts when he's smiling so sweetly up at you—head comfortably nestled on your lap and pressing gentle kisses to your thighs every now then—when you're just yapping about boring work stuff?
luckily for you, anton's past as a professional swimmer means he had great stamina. not only that, but the man is completely head over heels for you, which meant he was more than happy to indulge you all the time. you know your boyfriend isn't any better than you though; he acts all innocent, but you've had been dating anton for long enough to realize just how much he enjoys the fact that he can just give you a quick peck and speak in his usual low, soft tone "i love you, baby" and that that's already enough for you to start getting wet.
you and anton are both adults juggling their personal lives with their careers, though, so as much as you two wish you could spend entire days fucking like rabbits, it's just not doable. still, you always have that itch in you, begging to be scratched, egging you on to just do something for your boyfriend. anton is the best thing that has happened to you these past few months you've been dating. how can you not reward him? and with that thought in mind, you developed a sort of habit.
sometimes one or both of you are a tad too tired to have sex the way you two like, especially anton, who, despite enjoying the desperation of an occasional quickie, enjoys it much more when he has time to fuck you deep and thoroughly.
sometimes you don't have time; every once in a while, your company gears up for a big event and the day before is always filled with running around, making calls and staring at spreadsheets until it's way past the time you usually clock out. after days like these, you always get home late and, even so, you still have to wake up early to help with the final preparations for the event, so you unfortunately can't afford to lose even more sleep even if you feel your empty cunt clench around nothing as you see anton running you a warm bath to help you relax after the stressful day.
your solution? having anton's dick in your mouth every chance you get.
even with your mediocre sex life prior to meeting anton, you always found giving head enjoyable. there's just something about how dick tastes and the weight of that hardness on your tongue that really turns you on. nothing compares to giving anton head, though. the flush on his face as he looks down at you, his swollen lips from how much he's biting them, the lustful sighs that manage to escape from his throat... even if anton absolutely despises the thought of leaving you hanging, on the days you don't have a lot of time to spare, you swear you'd be okay with doing just that: give him the sloppiest blowjob you can manage, have him feed you with his cum and just keep nursing on his cock until he either goes soft in your mouth or the agitation from the day finally catches up to you, making you fall asleep.
anton said multiple times, in between shocked and love-filled giggles, that you're insane. you still think it's his fault for having a dick that tastes that good. and not as if he's any better either—if you don't fall asleep after sucking the life out of his dick, most of the time he's more eager than you to return the favor, claiming your pussy gets so wet afterwards that it tastes even better.
you had a feeling when you woke up that today might be one of these days. for once, anton hadn't slept at your place the night before, so you subconsciously licked your lips just looking at the empty space in your bed where your boyfriend usually sleeps. "thank fucking god today is friday," you grumble against your hands that cover your face. you just need to make it through the day, you think, and when you get home, your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend will come soon after and you'll be able to yank his pants out of his body. positive affirmations to get the day started, or whatever it is that people say, right?
the rest of your day goes on as about normal—you feed your cat before leaving the apartment, your manager pisses you off by asking you to do tasks you've already done, sungchan invites you for lunch and tells you a manager from another department was caught making out with the fresh out of college and eager to please newest hire of her team. same old, same old.
when the clock finally hits 5, you hastily shove all your stuff inside your bag, saying goodbye to everyone as quickly as you can without sounding too impolite, and make your way to the nearest subway station. thankfully, you managed to find a place for yourself that's only two subway stations away from work, so the ride home is usually quick and uneventful. you greet the doorman as you get to your building, standing eagerly in front of the elevator as you clutch the straps of your bag, just wishing to get home as soon as possible.
as you finally step out of the elevator, you're rummaging through your bag trying to find your keys, but as you're standing in front of your door, you feel the smell of fresh food hit your nose—and it's coming from inside your apartment? when you finally manage to fish your keys out of the black hole that is your work bag, you unlock the door, already kicking your shoes off your feet. the moment you close the entrance door behind you, you feel a wave of warmth hit you as you take in the scene in front of your very eyes: anton, all in his cuddly glory wearing his stay-at-home glasses, a hoodie and sweatpants, sitting on your couch with your cat snuggled up to his chest—she knows what she likes—, snowball's black fur sticking to your boyfriend's entire face as you hear the sound of something boiling in the kitchen.
you like dogs too, but, after learning about anton's allergy, you're so glad you decided to have a cat because it's so damn cute to see how he's almost as clingy with snowball as he is with you.
anton and snowball look up at you at the same time when they hear the door click and you can't help but coo at the way they both visibly perk up at the sight of you. "welcome home, baby!" anton smiles at you while snowball lets out a loud meow, scrambling to be freed from anton's hold in favor of crossing the living room to nuzzle your legs. you absentmindedly throw your bag on the floor to pick up your cat, and when you bury your face in her fur, you hear anton speak up "no fair, she always leaves me when you arrive! and why does she get to be hugged first?"
you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, putting snowball back on the floor to make your way towards the couch. your arms wrap around anton's neck before you lower your body to straddle his lap, feeling his hands slide from your knees to your waist as he looks at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. "that's my daughter. if you didn't want to share, you shouldn't be dating a mom," you retort with a playful smile of your own.
"fine, fine... i still get to be kissed first, right?" anton asks before leaning closer to nudge your noses together, breaths already mingling. instead of replying, you choose to just close the distance between your lips, sighing in delight as you feel anton's plump lips against yours. one of his hands comes to your face, lovingly caressing your cheek while he lightly pushes your head to be more inclined so he can deepen the kiss, needing to feel more of your tongue against his. you press a few more wet pecks against anton's lips before pulling back, giggling when he whines and follows your head, trying to get you to kiss him again.
"shouldn't you check on what you're cooking?" you arch an eyebrow.
your boyfriend is lovely. he really is. but if you had to cite a flaw of his, it would be how awful he is in the kitchen. anton tries so hard, but most of his attempts end up in failure. you try not to sound like you're afraid of whatever he whipped up this time, but anton sees right through your act, chuckling at how adorable you look while trying not to hurt his feelings.
"i put on a timer," he says, wiggling his eyebrows, adding "i followed the recipe to a t this time, baby. i think this is the one!" you laugh as he shakes you on his lap, tightening the hold on his neck so you don't fall on poor snowball who's resting dangerously near anton's left foot.
just as you're about to respond, you hear the time go off on anton's phone, completely forgotten on top of the coffee table behind you. anton gives you one last kiss before giving your butt two little taps, signaling for you to get up. "go take a shower while i plate our food, okay?" he says, reaching for his phone to turn off the timer. "i thought of running you a bath, but i didn't wanna risk ruining the food because i was trying to multitask– oh and i can't wait for you to try it! i also looked up some plating techniques on tiktok. you're in for a ride, baby," anton smiles, lightly pinching your cheek and then walking towards the kitchen.
you're left stunned in the living room for a bit. how the hell did you get so lucky? you thought you'd come home and just wait for anton to arrive before ordering some take out, but not only said pretty boy was already at your house waiting for you, but he went through the hassle of cooking dinner from scratch and even tried to learn how to plate it in a fancy way?
oh, he's so getting the best head of his life later.
quickly grabbing your bag from where you left it by the door, you go to your room to pick up some clothes before getting to the bathroom to freshen up. you giggle mischievously by yourself while you shower, making sure to clean every crevice of your body very thoroughly, already eager to pounce on your boyfriend the moment you're back to the living room. the smell of anton's cooking spreads even further across the house, reaching you in the bathroom, and, to his credit, it does smell good this time around—so much that you almost feel bad that you're probably going to have to reheat later. almost.
after putting away your work clothes, you tiptoe towards the living room, peeking through the doorway to check the surroundings before going in. anton is on his phone and sprawled on the couch while snowball is nowhere to be seen. perfect.
when you start to make your way towards the couch, anton smiles at the sight of you. he drops his phone carelessly on top of the coffee table again before pushing his thick-framed glasses up his nose and putting his palms flat on the cushion as if preparing to sit up. you're faster than him, though, swiftly straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him before anton could say anything. he lets out a surprised yelp against your lips, but it doesn't take long for his hands to travel all the way to your ass and squeeze it as he deepens the kiss. you feel yourself clenching around nothing when anton uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks, gripping it tightly as a way to let of some steam, and you have to stop kissing him to let out a gasp against his mouth. your lips trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, making him groan next to your ear.
anton murmurs between gasps, "the food..."
your kisses to anton's neck come to a halt as you support your hands on his shoulder to straighten your back, looking down at him as you say "we can eat it later," already pulling anton by his hands to a sitting position. sliding down from his lap towards the floor, you smile as anton turns to sit facing you, allowing you to position yourself between his legs. both your hands move to his thighs, the left one caressing makeshift circles on his skin while the right one pushes the hem of his shorts further up, exposing more of him to you.
you lay your head on anton's exposed thigh, slowly kissing the soft skin while blinking up slowly at your boyfriend. anton feels his breathing get ragged, a breathy chuckle leaving his plump lips as he brings his right hand down to caress your hair and face. "it's one of those days, huh?" he says lowly, feeling you nod your head against his palm.
anton leans down to take your lips in his again, craddling your face in his hands as he steals the air out of you. when he pulls back, you feel a new wave of heat spreading through your body as his lustful gaze fixes you in place, challenging you to keep your eyes on his as he says, "can't even do something nice for my baby without making her wet... you're so needy for me, right, love?"
you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan just from the effect anton's words have on you. when he keeps looking at you, waiting for your reply, you whisper "i'm always needy for you, toni." this brings a smile to your boyfriend's face, and you feel his frames pressing against your face when anton gives you one last peck before leaning back on the couch.
anton doesn't take his eyes off of you nor the small smirk on his face when he says, "c'mon, pull my cock out. i know you're eager to get your mouth on it."
you don't have to be told twice, your hands rapidly moving up anton's body to reach his waistband. he gives you the grace of lifting his hips to help you pull his boxers and shorts down simultaneously, wasting no time to throw them somewhere around the living room the moment they slide off his feet. before you could finally put your hands on his shaft to guide it into your mouth, anton slides further down the couch and spreads his legs wider as he takes his dick in his hand, starting to slowly pump it in front of your face. as soon as you opened your mouth to complain, anton just said a gentle, but firm, "go on."
you look up at him for a few seconds before dropping your gaze back to his thick cock. leaning down, your hands slide up anton's thighs until they reach his hips, steadying yourself as you let your tongue out to give a broad lick to the middle of anton's testicles.
"good girl," he breathed out, moving his right hand a tad faster on his length while his free hand traveled to meet your nape, tugging lightly on your hair to ground himself.
you whine as you use one of your hands to cup anton's balls, sucking one to your mouth, your eyes closed while you let the taste of his skin sit on your tongue. anton lets out a pained "fuck," as he takes in the scene in front of his eyes, his pretty, sweet girlfriend moaning with against him as she moves to start licking and sucking his other ball. he can feel his eyes involuntarily rolling to the back of his head as his entire body shakes when anton uses his thumb to spread his precum on his tip.
when anton looks down at you again, you're still nursing on his balls, eyebrows furrowed and drool running down your chin. he tightens his grip on your hair to pull you away from his testicles, sliding the hand on his dick to his base to point it towards your mouth before commanding a quiet "spit." you do as you're told, puckering your lips as you gather saliva in your mouth before you lean down to let it all out on his cock.
anton breathes deeply, feeling a moan reverberate in his chest as he begins pumping his shaft slowly again to spread your spit all over it. before it could dry on him, he guides your head even closer to his dick, and just as you open your mouth and put your tongue out, thinking it was finally, finally time for you to get your treat, anton just angles your head upwards so his cock slides from your tongue straight to your cheek. you let out a whine, feeling your eyes start to water from the frustration and the air hit your sopping wet pussy uncomfortably. your boyfriend coos at you, leaning to give your forehead a chaste kiss before saying "it's okay, baby. you're okay."
anton just kept rubbing your face against his shaft, getting it sticky with his precum, which drooled nonstop from his tip. he looks you in the eyes, lightly slapping his cock against your cheek as he moans, "say 'please, i want your cock', baby."
"please, toni, i want your cock so bad!" you cry, eyes watering again.
anton laughs, his eyes turning to small crescents, such a cute expression clashing with the tension in the room. he traces your mouth with his tip, and it takes everything in you not to stick your tongue out and lick the precum you feel being smeared on your lips. anton's eyes kept following the repetitive motions he was making as he rubbed the head of his dick against your skin, letting out a shaky exhale when he felt himself get harder from looking at your eyes, shiny with unshedded tears, all because you're so in love with his cock. "say it again," he whispers.
"i need your cock in my mouth, please, toni, please. i need it," you say as your tears finally start falling, the feeling of your lips brushing anton's tip with every word you speak sending your body into overdrive. you needed him so bad, and you needed it now—you can't take it anymore.
anton smiles again when he says "you're such a good girl for me, pretty," both his hands letting go of your hair and his shaft to wipe away your tears. your eyes roll back and you whine quietly, both from the praise and the distinctive smell of his dick reaching your nose even more strongly, as well as the stickiness from the precum coating his hand getting your face wet. when you open your eyes again, anton's hands caress your cheeks one last time before he leans back on the couch, saying the three magic words you've been waiting to hear all night:
"suck my dick."
your hands have already taken a hold of his base before anton even got the last word out. you think you hear the sound of anton chuckling, but you're too focused on the dick in front of you to care, so you just wrap your lips around its head, suckling on it eagerly and sighing contentedly as you're finally able to taste his precum, meanwhile, both your hands make circular open and down motions on his length.
a loud moan forces its way out of anton's throat, his head falling aggressively falling back on the couch as he says a raspy "fuck, you're making me feel so good, baby... love– fuck, i love how cock hungry you are for me," pushing his glasses, which had slid almost all the way down his nose, back up to see you better.
anton's words only serve to fuel you further, making you switch your movements so you're bobbing your head on his length, taking as much as you can without gagging, moaning each time you feel his dick brush the roof of your mouth and his veins graze your tongue. when your jaw starts hurting, you hold anton's cock just under his tip as you slide your lips along his shaft, giving your boyfriend's pretty dick some much deserved kisses along the way. you murmur between kisses, "love your dick so much, toni. tastes so good in my mouth," smiling up at him as you give his tip a soft kiss.
anton's breathing gets even more ragged with your teasing act, eyes dark with lust as his right hand wraps around yours and slide it down to his base while his left one travels to tug lightly on the hair at the back of your head again, moving it up and down his entire length, making his cock, now coated in your saliva, shine under the dim lights of your living room. "fuck, baby, lick this dick. it's yours," he groans, a loud whine leaving your open mouth at his words. you swirl your tongue around his girth, steadied by his hand, while he keeps moving your head as he pleases.
you feel your boyfriend's toes start curling where his feet brush your knees, which were starting to hurt from being in this position for too long. the thought is pushed to the back of your head, though, as you take anton's hand off your hair, interlocking your fingers with his while you go back to taking his cock as far as you could in your mouth, your pussy feeling wetter than ever as you thought of drinking all of anton's cum.
"fuck, yes! this pretty mouth is feels so good... drink it all up, okay? but don't swallow yet," anton says, tightening his hold on your hand. you just hum around him in agreement, hearing him groan as the vibration goes straight to his dick. saliva keeps dripping from your mouth to yours and anton's joined hands at his base with how sloppily you're taking him into your mouth, going as fast as you can—and being spurred on by anton's loud moans—trying to milk him for all he's worth.
you feel anton's body go rigid, and you barely have time to brace yourself before you feel hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat, needing to cough a little to gather yourself and not swallow, like anton asked you. your boyfriend is heaving when you look up at him, skin incredibly flushed while he tries to come back to earth. when he gestures for you to get on the couch, you eagerly do so, since you're curious to know what he's planning, and it's getting harder and harder not to want to swallow it all as the taste of his cum sits strongly on your tongue.
anton is quick to pull your shorts down, discarding it onto the floor before taking your lips in his, groaning as his load starts dripping onto both your shirts, but he keeps kissing you until he feels some cum get inside his own mouth. you watch anton as he leans back, lightly pushing one of your shoulders in a quiet command for you to lie down. he scoots back on the couch until he has space to lie between your legs, and you can't believe your eyes when anton slowly spits his cum on top of your needy cunt, using it as lubrication to rub quick circles to your clit with his thumb.
"anton, fuck!" you scream, your thighs trying to close themselves from the stimulation to your bundle of nerves, but anton uses his free hand to hold onto one of your legs to stop you from stopping him.
"wanna make your pretty pussy feel good now, baby. i kept you two waiting for so long, right?" anton asks in mock sympathy, chuckling when you only manage to nod, no words being able to fight their way through your high pitched moans. "you're so wet for me," anton laughs more openly, then leaning further down to taste you, licking a stripe up your entrance until he reached your most sensitive part, your hands quickly finding their way to to his hair as you feel him start sucking on clit.
anton hums against your clit as he rubs your entrance with his thumb now, feeling your poor cunt clench around nothing. "fuck me, toni, please," you manage to beg between your cries from how good anton is eating you out, licking broad stripes and kissing along your pussy before going back to nursing on your clit.
your boyfriend doesn't waste time sliding two fingers into your cunt, letting out a groan when he feels how quickly they sink into you from how insanely wet you were. "is this good, baby?" he asks with a smirk before going back to licking your clit again just as he starts quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you.
anton watches with glee as you shake your head, thigh still trembling in his hold as you pathetically whimper, "i need your dick," tears threatening to fall down your cheeks again.
having had enough of teasing you, anton smiles sweetly at you when you whine at the loss of his fingers. he sits back down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, one hand to your waist and the other already lining up his dick to your pussy, whispering in your ear "use my cock to make yourself cum, baby. it's yours." you shudder at his words and the way anton's breath brushes your ear, letting yourself melt even further onto him when he presses a wet kiss to your neck.
your hands find their way to anton's shoulders, supporting yourself before sinking down on his cock in one swift movement, much to anton's delight. it's like you're not even in control of your body anymore, your head completely devoid of thoughts, leaving you a whiny mess as you focus only on how your boyfriend's dick stretches you out. one of anton's hands has to reach to fix his glasses again as they have slid down his nose with how fast you were riding him. he couldn't bring himself to care that he had to fix his glasses every thirty seconds, not when he had the most beautiful woman in the world rolling her eyes in pleasure while bouncing on his cock as if it's the best feeling in world.
"god, baby, you're so fucking hot," anton says through gritted teeth, moving his fingers to your clit to help you cum faster. you cried in pleasure, sinking your nails in anton's skin as you spread your legs and put both your feet horizontally on the couch, pulling anton closer to you for support. anton felt his cock twitch at the sight of your wet pussy all spread out for him, swallowing his dick so deliciously. "you look so pretty using my cock," he groans, going back to stimulating your clit again even if his arm barely had space to move.
you really can't think anymore, the almost painful feeling of your incoming orgasm, and the combined sensation of your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend's thick length and his skilled fingers on your clit have you almost scared of passing out from the pleasure. you whine loudly when you feel it, your body shaking as you try to keep bouncing on anton's dick, but the force of your orgasm makes you fall forward, still crying from how good everything felt as anton kept rubbing tight circles on your clit. "stop, stop! please, it feels too good! it's too much, toni," you beg against anton's shoulder, but he doesn't let up, using his other hand to grab your hip to prevent you from getting off his cock.
"give me just one more, pretty. i know you can," he whispers so gently you feel your mind breaking even further, just taking what he gives you until you feel yourself squirting all over anton's shirt, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. "yes, yes! good girl, my love," he says, smiling like a maniac as his fingers slow on you until he completely moves them away from your clit.
you're completely putty in anton's hand as he carefully moves you to lie down on the couch again, your body feeling like jelly. anton fits himself on his knees between your legs again, and even if you feel like you could faint at any moment, you feel your used, now empty cunt clench when you see anton slowly stroke himself as he watches you, cock still completely hard.
his hair is sticking to his forehead, his shirt, which was probably already damp from sweat was now completely drenched in you, glued to his skin and allowing you to see the rise and fall of his defined abs. he was also much redder than you have ever seen before. still, he watched you watch him beat his cock as if he could eat you alive—which he most likely was about to do.
"you're still clenching, baby? this pretty little pussy is so greedy, mhm? your mouth already had its fair share of milk for today, now i have to cum inside this pretty cunt too," he said filthly before filling you up with his fat dick again, a whine tearing its way out of your mind as he started fucking you in a merciless pace, your tired cunt clenching even more around him due to the overstimulation. "you're gonna be all swollen with my kids after i'm done with you... wanna make my pretty girl a mommy– fuck, i love your pussy," anton said, nearly whining as he let his forehead fall forward to touch yours, his hands on your hips pulling you towards him in tandem with his own movements.
"yes! yes, please, make me a mommy, toni," you whimper, biting your lip from how good you're feeling again.
anton kisses your forehead, the gesture gentle unlike the way he's plowing your pussy, and you feel his lips moving against your skin when he says "you're so good to me, fuck— i'm gonna cum! i'm cumming, baby, i'm cumming," he groans, rubbing your clit again while he pushes his cock as far as it can go inside your pussy, shooting his load inside you while you squirt on his shirt again, albeit less than before. you feel the weight of anton’s body on yours, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, seeking his warmth even if you’re both sweaty.
you both stay like this, wrapped in each other’s embrace, until anton goes completely soft inside you, and he leans back to take his shirt off to clean you up after he pulls out. you mumble, “can’t believe you ruined my couch…”
anton chuckles, throwing his shirt to the floor as he says, “last time i checked, i didn’t do any of this alone! but don’t worry, i’ll pay to get it dry cleaned, your majesty.”
you sit up and pull anton in for a soft kiss, smiling into it before telling your boyfriend a quiet “thank you.” you can’t resist teasing him a little bit further, though, so you say “but you know… all i wanted was to suck your dick; you’re the one who just had to fuck me. that makes you the one and only culprit.” anton just smiles and rolls his eyes, not bothering to argue with you, pulling you in for another kiss and sighing into it as he can still taste himself in your mouth. when he pulls back, you remember a certain cat who you haven’t seen in a while. you ask “where’s snowball?”
anton smiles mischievously, getting up to start gathering your scattered clothes from the floor, giving you a noncommittal shrug as he says, “in the guest room. already fed and probably sleeping.” your jaw drops, seeing through your boyfriend’s act just as he bursts out laughing, “oh, no! i’ve been caught!”
“i can’t believe you planned this! oh my god,” you laugh, picking up one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor to throw at anton, who doesn’t even try to defend himself, as he’s too busy laughing at you.
“babe, i’m not gonna apologize for knowing what my girlfriend likes. i mean, you get wet when i cook you dinner, i get hard because you love my dick… to each their own, you know?” anton barely even finishes his sentence and you’re already running after him, both your giggles echoing the throughout your apartment as you follow him to the bathroom, where you know anton will run you a bath and… god.
you can’t seem to stop pleasing him.
a/n: just realized maybe i shouldn't have named the cat snowball...
thigh riding anton while he's wearing those slutty shorts omfg
anton x reader, smut!!!, porn without plot
words-> 1.5k
content-> this is just porn, thigh riding, softdom!anton, pet names (love, baby) fluff (if u squint)
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it all started after he arrived from the gym as usual.
he's all sweaty, his hair is long, messy and damp. but those soft, olive green shorts that hug every curve of his powerful thighs, the fabric strained and riding high is what steals your attention.
he looks utterly edible, and a familiar, desperate heat coils low in your belly. you feel like an animal, acting up by pure impulse. you just can't help it!
he barely leaves his bag crumpled on the floor and you're on your feet before you know it. crossing the room as he moves toward the couch. he stumbles, more from exhaustion than clumsiness, and collapses back into the soft cushions with a heavy sigh.
seizing the opportunity, you don’t hesitate, you climb right into his lap, straddling one of those magnificent thighs. the firm muscle completely uncovered, soft fabric riding up his skin.
he gives you a tired smile, running a hand through his hair. “hey, sweetheart...” his voice is a little rough.
you don't utter a word, you just cup his face in your hands and frame his salty skin with soft but eager pecks. on his cheeks, on each of his closed eyelids, on his forehead, a few on his lips as you lower to his chin, leaving one on the soft stubble that has already grown, all the way down to his neck...
“woah… easy, love,” he chuckles, his hands coming up to steady your hips. his smile is now amused and fond.
your fingers find their way into his dampened hair, interlocking at the warm nape of his neck.
he smells of salt, faint remains of deodorant fight to conceal the sweat, and his own unique, intoxicating scent.
“you look so, so good… i really missed you, ton…” you murmur against his skin, your lips finally finding his in a deep, claiming kiss.
he responds instantly, one hand cradling your jaw, the other splayed possessively on the small of your back, holding you close against him.
the kiss is hungry, probably a week’s worth of longing poured into it.
when you finally break for air, you’re panting. you can feel the hard line of his erection straining against his shorts, pressed against your other thigh, but it’s the thigh you’re seated on that holds your focus.
you shift, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, grinding down against the solid muscle, and he swears he can feel you pulsing against him. a soft, broken sound escapes you.
anton’s eyes darken, watching your face. he sees the desperate need there, the pure want.
his thumb strokes your cheekbone. “what’s all this, hmm baby?” he asks, his voice a mocking but gentle sigh “couldn’t wait?”
you nod desperately, eyes squeezed shut as your face contorts into pleasure and your grip at his nape tightens. grinding down again, the friction through your thin panties is a sweet promise of what's to happen shortly. “need you, tonnie...” you whimper, the words barely audible. “just... please, just let me...”
understanding dawns in his warm gaze. his poor little girl is so desperate for him!
his hands slide down to grip your hips firmly, not to stop you, but to guide you.
“shhh, i know,” he soothes, his tone achingly sweet yet laced with command. “you can use me, baby. take what you need. my good girl’s been so patient, hasn’t she?”
his permission, voiced in that tender but controlling way, unravels you further.
you nod frantically, your movements becoming more purposeful as you ride the thick muscle of his. the pressure is perfect, relentless, and exactly where you need it
your forehead falls to his shoulder, and you muffle your cries against the fabric of his black shirt, mouth open and drooling. making the fabric even wetter.
“that’s it,” he encourages, his voice a hot whisper in your ear. one hand remains on your hip, setting a slow, grinding rhythm, while the other strokes up and down your spine. “ride my thigh just like that, baby. make yourself feel good on me. let me feel you...you're so wet, i can feel you pulsing on me. you need me so bad, don't you, love?”
his filthy words make you feel dizzy and along with his gentle touch, he sends sparks through your veins. “anton… please…”
“please what, darling?” he prompts, nipping lightly at your earlobe and licking a wet strip on your neck afterwards. “tell me...”
“i’m gonna… i’m so close…” you mumble, rhythm growing desperate and messy. back and forth, sometimes in circles that tickle your clit just right along with anton's leg movements that slightly drive you up and down on his warm skin.
“come on, then,” he commands softly, his grip tightening. enjoying a little too much the flushed red color that decorates your cheeks and the way you keep biting your lip as you look down at the tent on his shorts “keep grinding against me like a bitch in heat and come all over my leg. let me feel you get me even wetter. show me how much you missed me, love...”
his words are the final push. the coil on your belly snaps, and pleasure crashes over you in deep, rolling waves. you shudder violently against him, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you grind down through the pulses, your body held tight in his strong arms as you pull at his hair to keep yourself on earth.
your body locks up, thighs clamping down hard around the muscle you’ve been abusing. your hips stutter, a frantic, jerking rhythm that milks every last drop of your orgasm as you shudder apart in his lap. you’re vaguely aware of the sound you’re making, something between a high, broken keen that’s half-cry, half-whimper and the feeling of wetness flooding the thin fabric of your panties, soaking into his skin and the soft olive of his shorts.
anton holds you through it, he murmurs praise, low and filthy, into your hair. “that’s my girl…” he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. “fuck, look at the mess you made. all over me. so perfect and beautiful for me, weren’t you? don't worry, baby, i've got you..."
as the tremors subside, you go boneless and breathing heavily against him.
he shifts you gently, pulling you fully into his lap so you’re cuddled against his chest, his arms wrapped around you.
you can still feel his erection poking at your side, but he doesn't seem to mind. your pleasure always before his.
he presses a long, tender kiss to the top of your head. “feel better, love?” he asks, his voice now pure, unadulterated softness.
You nod, nuzzling into his neck. “mhhmm. thank you, tonnie. but it's your fault for wearing these shorts, though. not fair. i can only imagine what all the girls at the gym were thinking too...” you pout cutely as you caress his chest and play with the fabric of his shirt.
he chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. he rests his cheek on your head, content to just hold you.
“only get to see this though, don’t they?” he murmurs, rubbing your back soothingly. "they can look all they want, but this... this is all mine."
you hum in agreement, a sleepy, satisfied sound that makes him smile like a fool.
anton, finding out that you were a virgin mid-make out session. he hovers above you, caressing your kiss-bitten lips with his thumb. “you’ve never done anything? at all?”
you avoid his gaze, flicking towards the ceiling in embarrassment. “no… but i want to, with you.” and gosh, that turns anton more than anything.
he’s quick to sit you up against the headboard, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. but his hands doesn’t move anywhere else. “let me see how you touch yourself, pretty.” shyly, you do. taking off your shorts and gathering your juices, all wet from just kissing him. you tease your clit as he holds your legs open. “mhm, like that, baby. you think of me while you do that? good girl…” anton watches through lust-hazed eyes as you slowly finger yourself, palming himself through his sweatpants. he doesn’t bother to take it off, too enamoured by the sight of you struggling to take one finger. your eyes close, pumping the finger in and out, sometimes shying away from him but be doesn’t let up — forcing your legs open. “don’t be shy, baby. it’s just me. wanna watch how you make yourself feel good.” he lets out a breathy moan when your eyes roll back, sloppy sounds filling the room. “put one more in, baby — just like that, yeah. gotta put more if you want to take me, baby. faster… my good girl.”
and after you cum, he’s quick to press a kiss onto your core, licking up all the juices and sucking your clit. “good girl, gonna make you feel good now, mm?”
