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oh okay so i’m going fucking insane what the fuck anton lee
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oh okay so i’m going fucking insane what the fuck anton lee
HOLD ME THROUGH THE NIGHT - Anton [RIIZE]
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Warning:
Suggestive content • soft-dom anton • heavy intimacy • implied sexual content • soft dom dynamics • protected sex mention • emotional vulnerability • comfort themes • kissing • physical touch throughout • aftercare • very affectionate anton
Word Count: ~1k words
Author's Note: Only person in my biaslist that has a permanent place and never changes😭💖
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The bedroom is dark except for the lamp on his nightstand, the one with the amber shade that casts everything in warm gold. Anton's already in bed, propped against the headboard, and he watches you undress without saying anything—just watches, the way he does, patient and certain. There's no rush in him. There never is.
You had a pretty harsh day, and now all you wanted was him to Hold You Through The Night.
You slip under the covers. He pulls you close, one arm settling around your waist, and you fit against his chest the way you always do. His skin is warm. He smells like soap and something that's just him. "Hi," he says into your hair, and you can hear the smile in it.
"Hi yourself."
His hand moves down your spine, slow and deliberate, fingers spreading wide across your lower back. He's not hurrying. This is the thing about Anton—he knows how to take his time. Knows that the best part isn't the destination; it's the way he makes you feel seen the entire journey there.
"Rough day?" he asks, and you nod against his shoulder. He responds by pressing a kiss to the top of your head, then another to your temple. His lips are soft. Everything about him is soft tonight, but there's something underneath it, and you know the difference. You always know.
His hand slides lower, and you shift to give him access. He takes it as permission—because with Anton, consent is a language you both speak fluently. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, and then he's pulling you closer, one leg sliding between yours. You can feel him already half-hard against your thigh, but he's not pushing. He's just… present.
"Come here," he murmurs, and it's not a command, exactly, but it's not quite a request either. It's something in between, and that's where Anton lives. That's where he makes you feel safe enough to let go. You shift your weight, and he guides you with a hand on your lower back—firm but not rough, directing but not forcing. He's good at this, at knowing exactly how much pressure to use, exactly when to be gentle and when to be something else. You end up straddling his lap, and he settles back against the pillows, hands on your waist.
"There," he says, like you've solved a puzzle he's been working on all day. "That's better."
You can feel his length against you now, and he lets out a low breath through his nose. His thumbs trace slow circles on your skin, and he's watching your face with that intensity he has, the one that makes you feel like you're the only thing worth looking at in the world.
"You're beautiful," he says, and he means it. You can always tell when Anton means something because he doesn't waste words. He says what he needs to say and nothing more.
You lean down to kiss him, and he lets you set the pace at first—soft kisses, unhurried, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. But then he takes over, just slightly, deepening the kiss, and you feel the shift in him, the moment he stops being patient and starts being present in a different way. His other hand grips your hip, and he's guiding you against him, and you're already breathing harder. "Easy," he whispers against your mouth, and it's not a warning—it's a promise.
He's got you. He always does.
He reaches over to the nightstand, and you hear the crinkle of a wrapper. He takes care of it with one hand while the other stays on you, grounding you, and then he's positioning you, and you're sinking down onto him slowly, so slowly, and he's making this low sound in his throat that goes straight through you.
"That's it," he says, his voice rough now, deeper. "Take your time." But you don't want to take your time. You want to move, want to feel him deeper, and he knows this. He lets you set the rhythm, but his hands are there, controlling the depth, the pace, keeping you from rushing into something that would end too fast. He's thinking about you—about how you feel, about what you need—even as his own breathing gets heavier.
"Look at me," he says, and you do. His eyes are dark, focused entirely on you, and there's something so intimate about it that you almost have to look away. But you don't. You hold his gaze while you move, while he moves with you, and it's like he's reading you, anticipating what you need before you need it.
His hand slides up your spine, and he pulls you down against his chest, one arm wrapped around your back, solid and sure. His other hand is in your hair, not pulling, just holding, and he's murmuring things against your ear—that's right, you feel so good, I've got you—and you believe him. You believe every word.
It builds slowly, the way he likes it, the way he makes sure it does. He's in control but he's not controlling, if that makes sense. He's guiding you toward something without forcing it, and when you finally come, it's not explosive—it's deep and rolling and complete, and he's right there with you, his breathing ragged, his grip on you tightening just for a moment before he softens again.
He holds you like that for a while, both of you breathing, cooling down, his hand still in your hair, his lips against your forehead. You're heavy in the best way, boneless, and he's still inside you but it doesn't matter because this part—the after—is almost better than the before.
"Okay?" he asks quietly, and you nod against his shoulder.
"More than okay."
He shifts just enough to slip out and take care of the condom, then pulls you back against him, and you settle into the space between his chest and the pillow. His arm comes around you again, and his breathing is already evening out. He's relaxed now, satisfied in that quiet way he has.
"Sleep," he says, pressing one last kiss to your hair.
"I'm right here."
And you do, because with Anton, that's always enough.
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Peace out!!
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Where is the rest of it?
On Record 01. Drabble. Wc. 871
Ft. ✿ Anton Lee x black female reader ✿ Est. Relationship
Synopsis: In which you prank your boyfriend with the viral tiktok string bikini to get his reaction.
Content Warning: None, Pure fluff, Skinship, Kissing, petnames, Cussing
Credits: Pinterest, borders by @strangergraphics @cursed-carmine
Not proofread
Footnote— Might be ass, I haven't wrote anything in a while ‧₊˚
It was your favorite time of day, nighttime. Not because of obvious reasons like silence and the ambiance that nightfall brings but simply what it means for you and your boyfriend Anton.
It means that you and he can enjoy the comfortable silence that happens when you're both entangled in alternate universes that are your hobbies or actually be a couple without the constant teasing and back handed comments from the public.
But now that you're home all you can think about is this one prank you've been seeing constantly on your TikTok for you page and have been dying to try on Anton for the last few days.
"Maybe today is the day" you thought to yourself.
Soon your thought was interrupted by the doorbell. Making your way towards the door, you were met with some muffled high-pitched screams coming from the bedroom,which typically indicates that Anton is loosing at his game. You smiled to yourself despite that and grabbed the package.
Walking over to the couch you opened the box and replaced the pads you had been getting delivered monthly with two baby pink ribbons you found laying around the house. A small detail you hoped Anton would overlook for the sake of this prank.
"Baby? You okay? Who was at the door?" Anton's soft voice filtered through the wall, making your heart flutter.
"No one, just a package" You said, happily approaching the bedroom where he resided.
"Oh really? What came?" The curiosity was evident in his voice. You giggled.
" I'll show you, but first you have to get off the game and sit on the bed,okay,babes?"
"Yes Ma'am."
He turned the gaming system off so fast you swore you blinked, and there he was at the edge of the bed twiddling his thumbs.
"Eager are we?"
"Just a little bit." He smiled shamelessly.
You pic up the box from on top of the dresser and place it on the bed next to him.
"Okay, I'm not sure how familiar you are with the viral TikTok bikini, but it happened to be on sale, so I decided to buy it and see what it's talking about."
"And that's what just came?"
"Yes."
"I wanted to open it with you since were supposed to be going on vacation soon"
Anton nodded as you reached for the box, pulling out two medium-sized baby pink ribbons.
You squealed,twirling around ecstatic, not even realizing how pale Anton's face had become.
"Oh my god! Baby, isn't she so pretty? The color is so much prettier is person!"
"Is that the whole thing?" He questioned, still in shock.
"What do you mean? It's a two piece." You deliberately played dumb.
" What do I mean? Mama, where is the rest of it!?" He looked genuinely mortified rummaging through through the now empty box.
" This is the rest of it, Anton. I think the website did say mild coverage—" You turned towards the mirror, placing one of the strands across your chest.
" There is nothing mild about this shit sweet girl— How much was this?" Anton cut himself off, his thoughts colliding together at once.
You giggled nervously, taking two strides over to him, placing a soft kiss to his lips, hoping that would save you from what's about to come out of your mouth.
"How much was this 'bikini' princess?" He looked at you seriously,his tone a voice was no longer lighthearted.
"Not much, Maybe $200...?" You tried so hard not laugh, that number was ridiculous even for you.
"Are you insane, baby? You need to return this and get your money back right the fuck now." He was so flabbergasted he laughed.
"You mean your money, babe? Mr. 'I'm not gonna let my girl pay anything in this relationship." You teased.
"Yeah, whatever my money." He said wrapping his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to him. Anton's hands wandered up and down your thighs.
You laugh, threading your hands through his hair subconsciously.
"What? You Mad?" You ask playfully.
"No, I'm concerned about your judgment when it comes to online shopping. Promise me you'll come to me before making a stupid ass purchase like that?" He holds up his pinky.
"Fine, but only if you promise me that you won't get mad?" you intertwine your pinky.
"Why would I get mad?" he completes the pinky promise.
"It was prank, baby.." Nothing more, nothing less.
Anton leaned back on the bed, covering his face with his hands.
"Oh my god, babe! Why? Ahhhhh,I actually thought you spent $200 on a bathing suit."
You giggled once more straddling his lap,his hands finding your waist with ease.
"That was the point, babes, On a serious note though, I do need a bikini."
"I got you, pretty girl, I'll order it tomorrow." He sat up, pecking your cheek.
"Can it be pink?"
"Mhmhm, It can be whatever you want, sweet girl."
"Yay!"
Anton placed a warm kiss on your nose and lips, making you smile.
"I wonder what how those ribbons would look on me under a sunset?"
Anton pushed you off his lap,being undeniably over your shit.
"Now you're just doing too much."
Amidst all of the unwanted chaos in both of your lives, these moments before dawn are the ones you'll always cherish the most.
Let's run away on a rainy day together
🍸; Anton divider cr; chachachannah
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'Invocation' by Anton Lee was entered into High Art 2020 by @natural_cannabis_company for last year's theme of MAGIC - isn't is wonderful? This year's theme is: It Came From Outer Space! ... posted on Instagram - https://instagr.am/p/CKHGmHhHTCo/
poor baby i know it hurt, but he sounds so good😞 what is wrong with me
anton is the typa guy who’s not even funny so when he cracks a joke you laugh anyways because you lowkey just tryna crack🤷♀️