spa | anton lee
𓂃 Kisses | post-tiring day massage | f!reader | fluffy | anton is my biasssss [😭]
I apologize for disappearing again! I promise I'll try to be around more often.
You heard the soft click of the key turning in the lock, and your heart immediately softened. The apartment was quiet, bathed in the golden glow of the lamps, with a faint scent of lavender still hanging in the air. When the door opened, Anton appeared — shoulders low, face tired, his eyes dim but still holding that gentle look that always melted you.
“Hey, love…” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion.
You smiled, stepping closer until the scent of him filled the space between you. “Hi, my baby.” Your fingers brushed his cheek before you pulled him into a kiss — slow, lingering, the kind that makes the world slow down. He leaned into you, breathing deeply against your lips, and you felt the tension in his body start to fade.
When you finally pulled back, you whispered softly, “Go take a shower, okay? I’ll take care of the rest.”
Anton raised an eyebrow, too tired to argue but with that faint little smirk on his lips. “You’re up to something.”
“Go, before I drag you there myself,” you teased, and he let out a low laugh.
While he showered, you got the room ready. The curtains half-drawn, the bedside lamp glowing warmly, soft music playing quietly. On the nightstand — massage cream and a fresh towel, part of your secret “Anton recovery mission.”
When he came back, hair damp, towel slung over one shoulder, you smiled at him.
“Lie down for me, okay? Trust me on this.”
He looked curious but obeyed. He took off his shirt slowly, and the heat from the shower still clung to his skin.
“Like this?” he asked, lying down on his stomach.
“Perfect.” You sat on top of him gently, spreading the cool cream across his back. His skin twitched at the temperature, and a low sound escaped his throat.
You began slow, steady movements — kneading away the tension from his shoulders, down his spine, along his lower back. Every so often, you left tiny kisses on his skin.
“Tough day?” you asked softly.
“A little,” he murmured into the pillow. “But… it’s getting better now.”
You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. The quiet that followed was filled with comfort. Little by little, his body loosened under your hands, until you could feel him sinking into pure calm.
After a while, you thought he had fallen asleep. His breathing had gone deep and even, and you leaned down to kiss the spot between his shoulder blades. You were just about to get up and wash your hands when he suddenly reached back and caught your wrist.
“Stay,” he mumbled, half-asleep.
“I just need to wash my hands, baby,” you whispered with a small laugh.
“Then be quick,” he said, cracking one sleepy eye open. “Don’t leave me.”
You chuckled softly. “I won’t.”
A few minutes later, you returned. He’d shifted onto his side, covers pulled up to his waist, waiting for you. The moment you lay down, Anton reached out and pulled you close, fitting his body against yours as if the space between you didn’t exist.
He settled with his head resting against your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist — holding you like you were his favorite teddy bear. You laughed quietly and stroked his damp hair, your fingers moving in slow, gentle circles.
“Feeling better now?” you whispered.
“Much better,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re my favorite place in the world.”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His body relaxed completely, heavy with warmth and sleep.
The room fell silent — only your breathing filling the air. Anton drifted off first, still holding you tightly around the waist, his face calm and peaceful. You kept running your fingers through his hair until your own eyes began to close.
The last thing you felt before sleep took you was his arms hugging you a little tighter — as if the whole world could fit right there, in that soft, quiet love you shared.
