cw: stepbrother!anton x fem!reader. manipulative anton, reader is overly innocent. pussy inspection, breast play. usage of oppa. dead dove do not eat. don’t like, don’t read.
your stepbrother, anton is so protective, making sure you never even talk to any boys because boys are all mean, and you deserve only the best :( you’re so sweet and so innocent, listening to whatever oppa asks from you because you love him so much and you know he does too :( you follow him when he moves out, lets him drive you to lectures everyday, obeys when he says he’s doing this all to protect you.
you’re laying in your shared bed — he insists on sharing because “it makes us closer” — tired from too many lectures and assignments. anton walks in, pouting upon seeing his baby so tired. “oppa wants to check you, baby — wanna see just how much you’ve grown.” you meekly nod, letting his hands trail from your tummy to your chest, one hand squeezing your breast over the shirt. he hums, giving one rough squeeze before pulling your shirt up — braless underneath because he never lets you wear any at home. “you’ve gotten so beautiful, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing both tits and flicking your nipples, chuckling when you whine for more. he leans in, licking and sucking as the other keeps pinching on your nipple.
“oppa, am i pretty?” you murmur. he looks up, smiling proudly and nodding. “the prettiest…” his voice is soft as he plants one last kiss onto your chest, sitting on his knees. “‘m going to check you, okay?”
anton likes to inspect you, making it a daily routine — inspecting you every day after class to make sure nobody else has touched you. he peels off your shorts, humming to see you’ve been listening, not wearing any panties. “you’re so good for oppa,” he mumbles, using two fingers to spread you open. he leans down to kiss your clit, earning a moan. one finger enters you, swirling it around to test your tightness. only when he’s satisfied, he finally inserts another finger, scissoring you open. “so tight, baby… you don’t let anybody touch you here, hm?” you nod, heart swelling at his words. “nobody, oppa — only you can touch me there.” you say, those words you tell him everyday that makes his chest swell with pride. “good girl… i’m so proud, baby…”
and because you’ve been so good to him, anton pumps his fingers in an out, mouth wrapped around your clit as he fingers you open — your reward for being so good. ♡
smut. sub anton. boyfriend anton. in this house we love to tease anton. dryhumping. masturbation (m). handjob. anton is such a babygirl. [1.5k words]
anton: done gym
you: SEND BICEPS
after scrolling through your for you page for a bit, a notification popped up.
anton: lmao
you: k nvm
anton: wait wait
you: and your dick pls
anton: what
you: everrr
anton sent a photo.
anton sent a photo.
you: good boy!
and that’s how you ended up on top of anton after a good 20 minutes, grinding against him.
anton whimpered loudly when your lips left his just so you could kiss his neck. his big hands remained on the sides of your waist, pushing you down harder against his crotch.
“fuuuuuuuuck. feels good. baby, please-” he continued groaning afterwards, tickled by your kisses along his neck. you ground against him, watching him get overstimulated by the sensation.
“why is it that when i ask for pictures, you don’t send them? you never do,” anton said between his ragged breaths.
you smirked, caressing his cheekbone while looking directly into his half-closed eyes. “no.”
he let out a long whine, sending an instant wave of heat straight down between your legs. “babeeeeee. i send you my dick pics all the time. i’m just asking for a picture of your tits.”
anton’s tone was so whiny that you had to chuckle, giving him a quick shake of your head.
“you’re so whiny, babyboy.” you continued to grind against his denim. his eyes struggled to blink from the heat, the friction, and the growing strain under his zipper. "keep complaining."
unable to do anything, anton pulled the back of your head to smash his lips against yours again. both of you were breathless as the kiss grew aggressive, his arms wrapping tightly around your back.
your body never stopped moving against his, and you could already feel your wetness soaking through above the struggling bulge in his pants.
your hands reached for his button and zipper, quickly working to free his cock.
it was massive, and twice as hard from all the dryhumping.
you pulled away from the kiss suddenly, making him let out a surprised whine.
“i’m sleepy,” you told him firmly, leaving his lap.
his expression went sour. he was hard and desperate to fuck you, yet you were teasing him to the point where his brain couldn't function properly.
“you won't help me? babe pleaseeeee,” he whined, reaching out to cup your breast. his fingers instantly played with your nipple, earning a hiss from you before you gently slapped his arm away.
“i don’t like it when you’re hard already!” you reasoned out.
anton pouted for a moment before blurting out, “what the heck am i supposed to do!?”
“then, no sex! besides, i told you i am sleepy,” you teased, fixing the pillows next to him.
“i’m hurting so much here.” followed by a sigh.
his chest was heaving, his face showing just how much he was struggling. he started palming himself through his underwear, looking away to calm his breathing.
“fine. go to sleep,” he sounded annoyed. you pulled the duvet closer to you and smiled to yourself.
“you always get what you want,” anton continued to complain. you had to fight the urge to laugh.
with your eyes already closed, you mimicked his soft, whiny voice, “hmmm... well, you always tell me, ‘please, i’ll do whatever you want, babygirl.’”
“i thought you were sleeping.”
“i’m not the one dealing with a problem right now.”
“babe, you caused this.”
“i know. and clearly that’s not my problem to deal with.”
“you’re so mean.”
“i know you love it when i’m mean, babyboy.”
then silence. anton had nothing left to say. he knew he could never win against you, whether in a petty debate or a silly argument like this. if you were looking at his desperate state right now, maybe you’d take pity on him and give him a chance.
you nearly dozed off after pulling the duvet up to your shoulders, but breathless pleas and faint whines woke you back up. you guess, anton was finally pumping himself to sleep.
now fully conscious again, you pretended to stay asleep, unmoved by anton’s suffering.
the sound of his ragged breathing filled the room. he thought you were out cold and didn't care. the agony of wanting your touch on his cock was clearly too much to bear.
silently, you felt the mattress shift under his weight.
a sharp, hitched breath made your heart race as you listened to your boyfriend stroke himself hard next to you. anton was trying so hard to be quiet, having accepted defeat since you wouldn't budge.
then came your favorite sound from him: a desperate, broken whimper.
the slick sound of his hand moving frantically up and down his huge length filled your ears. he breathed out a string of swear words mixed with your name. anton was completely helpless, and watching him like this brought back a rush of affection.
you opened your eyes, deciding you had punished him enough.
slowly, you turned, stretching your hand out toward him. anton’s eyes flew open, filled with sudden gratitude as your fingers brushed against his burning skin.
“want me to help you?” you asked, laying on your side as your hand finally wrapped around his length.
he looked at you with raw desperation, pushing his body up slightly to cup your cheek and kiss you passionately.
“please…” anton mumbled against your lips. you felt a warm tear drip onto your nose, and you gave him a reassuring nod.
you began stroking his length, the kiss growing so intense that you had to push him back onto the pillow and sit up over him. continous whimper escaped his lips right away.
after leaning down for a bit, you felt his free hand slip under your shirt to massage your breasts. you helped him out by pulling your shirt up so he had full access.
with your chest close to his face, anton pulled away from your lips to suck on your nipples intently. his eyes were still wet from the sheer sensation. he groaned as his tongue lapped respectively on both your tits, and your hand behind his head automatically guided him closer. both of you let out a soft moan together.
you felt his hips jerk beneath your hand, knowing he was right on the edge. “close, babyboy?”
“yes,” he choked out, letting out a series of broken moans. his lips slipped away from your breast, his face contorted in pure pleasure and stimulation.
his hips bucked up into your tight grip, his thighs trembling as he finally spilled over your hand, his body relaxing completely into the mattress with a deep, shaky exhale.
you squeezed his tip for a bit, earning an overwhelmed groan from him. or a groan of relief. then, you hastily wiped your hand on his black shirt.
anton was panting loudly, but he still found the energy to lean up and give you a quick peck on the lips. “thank you, baby.”
you leaned closer to caress his face, running your fingers gently through his messy hair.
reaching over to the nightstand, you grabbed a few tissues to wipe your hand again and clean him off.
“my pants... they're stained,” he muttered softly, sounding ridiculously innocent. you let out a soft chuckle at his change of tone.
anton was such a babyboy.
and he loves it when he's treated like that all the time.
he slowly sat up to tug his shirt off, and you helped him slide his messy pants down, leaving him in just his boxers.
anton immediately pulled you into a tight cuddle, your faces inches apart as you snuggled into the duvet. his hands wandered idly over your body until his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, feeling just how wet you were for him.
"i’ll make it hard when i’m inside you," anton softly whispered, sending an immediate jolt of electricity straight to your core.
“fine. since you were such a good boy.”
“and i’ll send you more dick pics after the gym or after a shower, i promise.”
you laughed right in his face, and he kissed your forehead fondly in return.
“well, can i stack donuts on it next time?” you joked.
"definitely..." he looked up for a second. "no."
he let out a low hiss when your finger started circling his nipple.
"but i'll let you dom me all the time though." he murmured, his long fingers still moving around your wetness.
anton chuckled softly before pulling away from your grasp to grab a condom from your side table. he placed the foil square right in your hand.
“you’re still in charge,” anton smiled, completely submitting to you once again.
smut. but no actual sex happened. lots of making out. dryhumping. family friend!anton. he gets pathetic at one point. say it with me: anton is a boob guy. [2.1k words]
note: hi its been awhile!! i wrote this at 3am in just one sitting, so ignore any errors. i will try to upload more drafts from months ago :) lmk if you liked it!
after a whole day around kyoto’s famous destinations, your body eventually gave up. you rummaged through your family’s luggage, but they really forgot to bring any antihistamine.
it was already past midnight. you ran out of pills and didn’t want to go downstairs to find a convenience store. instead,
you: heyy, still awake?
infuriating is typing…
infuriating: yo
infuriating: y?
you rolled your eyes at his response, as if he wasn’t so attentive the whole day. also texting you when he was just four or ten meters away while touring around, or winking at you across the crowded train car.
you: do u have antihistamine? my rhinitis is so bad
infuriating: i do
infuriating: meet me outsideee
you were already in your sleepwear, but you didn’t care at all. you just wanted that instant remedy.
when you heard the door across yours click open, you slipped out, wedging your slipper in the doorway so it wouldn't lock you out.
anton’s head poked out, his messy hair giving away that he’d been lounging. he handed you the blister pack and chuckled softly. “you look so red.”
you rolled your eyes. “i told you why.”
he glanced back into his room before stepping completely into the dimly lit hallway, letting the door snap shut behind him.
it was dead silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. anton casually leaned back, watching you intently until you raised an eyebrow. “what?”
the taller guy chuckled, his voice low in the quiet space. “nothing. you’re just real comfortable around me.”
his eyes took in your appearance. you didn’t care that you were wearing a loose pajama set with nothing underneath. you were about to go to sleep anyway.
your forehead creased in annoyance. “well, i’ve known you for years. your mom is my mom’s favorite long-distance friend, and our brothers are basically glued at the hip. duh.”
he rested his shoulder against the wall, looking away with a faint smirk. “right. family friends.”
you ignored the tone in his voice and popped a pill into your palm.
“fuck. i don’t have any water.”
“what? it’s a tiny pill. you can just- dude,” anton started, but stopped when he saw your expression. he knew how much you hated swallowing medicine dry.
“whatever, i’m just gonna-” you groaned miserably, staring down at the small tablet.
you placed the pill carefully on your tongue and tried to swallow, but it just got stuck against your cheek. anton read your expression instantly.
before you could complain, the bastard leaned in, cupping the back of your neck as his lips pressed firmly against yours.
you unconsciously melted into the heat of the kiss for a second.
you needed that, honestly. after days of this exhausting ‘what are we’ or whatever you can call it situation on the trip.
you’d known him for two years. your mom practically wanted him to be her son-in-law. it made sense, but something had always kept the two of you from actually happening.
until this japan trip. he’d been blatantly flirting with you, especially over texts and snapchat.
and the trip still had osaka, tokyo, and nagoya stops. you’re damned, obviously.
his free hand slithered up your spine to pull you flush against him, still sealing your lips with a slow kiss until you had no choice but to swallow the pill whole.
anton pulled back with a lingering smirk, watching as your throat moved to swallow the pill, your face flushing hot. you could feel how cold you were from your nervousness.
“you’re welcome.” said the smug anton in front of you.
he knew you way too well.
normally, you were fine around anton. he was polite, charming, and every mom’s dream guy. his family had helped yours through plenty, and the bond was solid. but because he lived in a different city, you rarely saw him in person.
well, thank god for that…?
except for moments like that one time he drove like crazy to your place when your dog had a seizure. he was severely allergic to dogs, yet he practically flew his car over just to take you to the vet. or how he’d always drop your brother off whenever he needed a lift.
he wasn't just somebody.
but ever since you reunited with him at the airport for this trip, something had clearly shifted.
and fuck that something.
by the following night, right before leaving for osaka, you were packing your bags when your mom asked you to grab her melatonin from anton’s room.
you had avoided anton the entire day, barely responding to his texts. even your brother had asked why there was suddenly so much tension between you two.
you: come outside
infuriating: but i wanted it raw
you: omg shut up
anton was already grinning when he opened the door, pulling it wide open to signal you inside.
he was alone, and the connecting door to his parents’ room was locked. “where’s your brother?” you asked, glancing around.
anton paused his search for the melatonin on the nightstand. “well, have you seen yours?”
damn. why was he always so sassy?
“oh. i didn’t know he went to 7-eleven with him.”
you sat on the edge of his bed, which smelled frustratingly good. just like his cologne.
finally finding the bottle, anton walked over and stood right in front of you. he held it out, resting his free hand on his hip while looking down at you.
“i’m gonna have to start charging for late-night visits.”
“is that so?” you held his gaze as you took the bottle from his hand.
instead of stepping back, he sat down right next to you, his eyes refusing to break contact.
there he was, eyefucking you again.
he pointed lazily at your pajama top. “i can see your… boobs.”
you looked down at where the fabric gaped open. “so? why are you even looking, pervert?”
you weren’t guilty because you genuinely forgot to button them.
you reached up to do the top two buttons, but his fingers suddenly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.
you looked up at him, pure confusion and annoyance written across your face. “what?”
anton leaned in a little closer, his thumb lightly brushing your wrist.
“can i touch them?”
you studied his expression for a second. how could you even resist those stupid, yearning eyes…even when he was asking for something so ridiculous.
anton caught your silence and immediately loosened his grip on your wrists. “nevermind. i’m sorry.”
looking down like a neglected dog trying to avoid your gaze, his guilty eyes still managed a sneaky glance at your slightly unbuttoned top.
you took the chance to lean close to his face. it was finally your turn to give him a taste of his own medicine.
placing a finger under his jaw, you gently tilted his head up so he was forced to meet your eyes. “eyes up here.”
then you pressed your lips against his.
the bastard was the one taken aback now. finally.
you shifted your weight on the bed, crawling closer until there was zero space left between you. the second you deepened the kiss, his hands instinctively moved to your waist, his large palms gripping your hips beneath the loose fabric of your pajama top.
anton’s lips parted against yours, the kiss turning slow, deep, and intoxicating. he pulled you flush against his chest, his breath hot against your neck as his mouth moved to yours with a desperate, pent-up cadence.
without breaking the kiss, you reached down and took one of his hands from your waist. you slowly guided him up your stomach, sliding them beneath your top until his warm palm rested directly against your breasts.
anton let out a low, ragged breath right into your mouth, his fingers tensing against your skin as he froze for a split second. you were still gripping the bottle of melatonin in your other hand.
completely at your mercy, his hand molded over your bare breast, his thumb and finger tightening around your nipple just enough to send a sharp, electric shiver straight down your spine.
his lips pulled away slightly, and he instantly smiled when he saw your confident smirk. his hand was still fondling your breasts.
“can i suck them?” anton shyly whispered.
you flicked his forehead as an instant response, pushing him back while sliding his hand out from inside your top.
you stood up, giggling at him.
“please?” anton pleaded. you could only laugh at how pathetic he was acting, but the heat in his eyes told you he really meant it—which made it even funnier.
“baby… please please please please please.”
you were taken aback by the sudden pet name, let alone the relentless begging, and just giggled again.
“are we forgetting that my mom needs her melatonin?”
he groaned, standing up to walk you to the door.
you couldn't think of any good excuses to see him the following night.
anton sat across from you during the bullet train ride to osaka. he stayed quiet and timid in person, but the two of you casually used your text thread as a live commentary, reacting whenever a family member said something weird or whenever you lost sight of him in the crowds.
whatever, you thought, typing out a message.
you: can i have some of the hair mask u bought
you: and can u check if my yukio keychain is in your donki bag
infuriating: cool excuse to suck my dick but okay
you: you want?
infuriating: im not alone lol
you: boooooo
you: im outside
you heard his footsteps rush toward the door of the room he was sharing with his brother.
“what’s the plan?” he asked in a low voice, his head poking out into the hallway.
you gave him a faint smirk, pretending to think it over. “give me some of the hair mask… and, uh, check if my yukio is in your stuff.”
he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “he’s asleep.”
“so?” you pushed past him, heading straight for the bathroom right by the entrance.
you grabbed the hair mask and began applying a bit to your hair. anton leaned against the doorframe, watching you through the mirror, his eyes scanning you while you busied yourself.
then, he moved. stepping up behind you in the glass, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. his face buried into the nook of your neck, placing a warm, lingering kiss there before his hands slid boldly up your ribcage to cup your chest.
you burst out a quiet laugh at the immediate look of disappointment on his face in the mirror. “fuck. why are you wearing a bra?”
“why not?” you answered sassily, finger-combing your hair.
unable to resist him any longer, you turned around, resting your lower back against the sink to face his tall frame. anton leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as he effortlessly lifted you to sit on the edge of the counter.
feeling you smile into the kiss, he playfully bit your bottom lip before deepening it, his hands sliding up under your shirt, pulling you so close that there wasn't a single breath of air left between you.
your hand reached down, palming the hard length beneath his gray sweatpants, feeling the hot fabric strain against your grip as a low gasp caught in his throat.
anton pulled away briefly. you looked at his pleading face, his lips formed in a slight pout that made your chest ache with pure cuteness aggression.
he hissed, his hips twitching forward helplessly when you squeezed him again through the cotton.
you gave him a soft peck on his cheek.
“you know i could book a separate room,” he murmured, his voice thick as his hands caressed both sides of your waist.
“no.” you kissed the tip of his nose. “this one’s better. i like having excuses to see you every night.”
“what’s your excuse tomorrow?” he asked, stealing a quick kiss from your smiling lips.
“hmm… tylenol tomorrow, then probably melatonin again the night after.”
anton let out a low laugh, his chest rumbling against yours before he captured your mouth in a sweet, lingering kiss that left you both breathless.
he was so cute that you finally gave in.
stepping off the sink, you gripped his waist and pulled him until he was the one leaning against the edge of the counter. you dropped to your knees on the cool tile, your fingers sliding beneath the elastic waistband of his sweatpants to wrap around his bare, throbbing warmth.
his v-line and veins going down there were enough to make you feel confident to take him.
anton’s head fell back against nothing, a breathless chuckle escaping him as his fingers instinctively tangled into your hair. “i guess i’ll really have to book a room, babygirl.”
again, you were still at the second stop of this trip.
thinking abt feminization... loser pathetic redditor incel anton being forced by u to put on tight tennis shorts after he makes a comment about you wearing them out in public
the shorts clinging onto his thighs as he blushes heavily, claiming that he hates it and its too feminine but you can see his bulge through the shorts. pretty boys have no use acting that way anyways
and dont forget how its a little too small for him so every time his shirt even dares to ride up, you can see his vline. good lord
(18+) you just couldn’t wait till your bf!anton gets home 🌞 mdni !! afab! reader , soft dom!anton , masturbation , sex toys , voyeurism , exhibitionism , getting caught , petnames (babygirl) — 1.1OO+ wrds.
fae’s extra note :: i couldn’t resist toni. clearly. lmk if i should continue letting him invade my mind :P the recent video has changed me.. his look.. mhm… (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
you swear you couldn’t hear anything, of course you couldn’t, not passed your own sweetened moans as you work yourself with your small blue vibe in the middle of your shared king size. it’s maddening, how close you are but just not being able to reach over the edge with just that. it’s keeping you worked up, but it’s not enough. the frustration bubbles out of you in the tone of your noises, choked whines and shaky whimpers bouncing off the walls.
you need him to finish, even if it was as little as hearing his voice — it has happened before, much to his amusement. he’s ruined you. you were debating on calling him but you knew he’d be busy.
you couldn’t hear the door creak open, nor the rustle sound of him quietly putting down his bags by the door. your attention only snaps out of the extreme focus when you hear his hum. it’s a little too clear to sound like it came from the imagination you were conjuring in your mind, your head whipping up from the pillows to meet his gaze.
there he was, and, fuck, did he look good.
but anton didn’t approach you, looks like he has no urgency to as he just clasps his hands together behind his back and stares at the view in front of him with blinking eyes. casual, like he wasn’t already sprouting a hard on within his fitted denim jeans. hmm.. so this is what you’ve been up to, why you haven’t answered his texts or his small shout when he called out for you in the living room. you can see the way he restrains himself though, and you don’t make it easier for him either. you don’t stop, nor move away the vibrator. because why would you stop? why squeeze your thighs together when you’re feeling no humiliation about getting caught by the very same person you wished would be guiding you through an orgasm right now?
you kept the buzzing toy pressed right against your aching clit, even harder this time, because finally. he’s here, and he can help you, and you don’t care about how desperate you might look. he’s just staring at you with his soft light eyebrows raised and his plush lips pursed together, sharp nose scrunching when he sees you noticing him and head slightly tilting with such ease as if he’s trying to figure out the most complicatedly beautiful painting.
if anything, you spread your thighs further apart and allow his hungry gaze to devour you whole, feeling it pass over your shaking body from head to toe in a slow trail before blinking back up towards your face, determining how long you’ve been going at this from just how flushed you were. with his head slightly lowered, he’s gazing at you through his lashes and that’s what breaks you to speak first— cutting the loud buzzing sound of the toy in the rather silent room.
“please—”
“no.” he cuts you off immediately, corners of his mouth curling until his face lines deepen with a grin. he leans back onto the door until it clicks shut behind him, eyes never once leaving yours when he shakes his head. “you got it.”
he’s not one to lose his composure quick either, his endurance can be provoking — adding onto the pool of arousal rolling in waves within your trembling navel. you don’t whine, you just shuffle onto your elbows to get a clearer view of the man. his face is flushed, slightly tanned, still sporting that shiny glow people usually get after a post-beach shower. black polo shirt unbuttoned and tugged tight around his lithe waist and broad shoulders, stretched at his chest and biceps that protrude with his stance. his black hair disheveled, strands falling over his forehead. a summer deity, ready at your disposal. god, you’re so glad he’s home — now it’s a matter of getting his guard as down as yours right now.
anton doesn’t back down from your stare when it turns into a weak glare, doesn’t even let the pout fully form on your lips before he’s cutting that shit off. “uh-uh, i’m not helping, babygirl.” he’s not longer grinning, just blinks and juts out his bottom lip, shaking his head again. expression suggesting that his word is final, like there’s no going back.
and his tone. his tone ever so gentle, voice so calm yet low, assertive with every rumbling word but still soft.
you huff, flicking the vibrator into a higher setting as your hips buck up into the buzzing toy. feels good, even better with the eye candy in front of you, but you would feel lots better with the eye candy replacing it with his fingers or something. “why not?”
“i mean, you were having fun without me anyways, seems like you don’t need my help.” his head tips back against the wooden door, again, in no hurry, but you swear you see his eyes darken when they lower and stay there. clearly entranced. mentally, you suck your teeth and roll your eyes. physically, you pout harder, spread your legs wider.
“but i do, toni.” your sweet tone paired with the beautiful visual of your slick inner thighs, arousal glistening and creating a mess all over the sheets below, you know you have him entranced already. you know he wants to devour you already, that he’s been wanting to. “need you, i’ve been needing you. missed you, baby.”
“oh really?” his head lifts, figuratively and literally perking up, looking back at your face, watching your eyebrows pinch close together at his teasing. he can clearly see it, you desperate mess from head to toe, pleading for him, needing him. you can see the grin forming once again at the thought.
“was thinking bout you,”
“yeah?” a purr so soft, you were almost convinced it was actually sweet.
“been gone for so long, i was gonna melt without you…”
“hmmm.. you sure?”
“anton lee—” your whine makes him finally break out in giggles, pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he finally kicks himself off the door, hands immediately pulling off his slutty shirt with ease before he’s hovers over your frame. fine, fine, he’ll replace the vibrator with your favorite; his face.
and of course he’s pleased. pleased about the fact that he gets to see this every time he comes home, pleased he gets to finish his schedule and come him to his real vacation between his favorite thighs. taking a good sniff, he groans and his mind immediately blanks, succumbing to the thought; god, he’s missed you even more.
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.
