arranged marriage / anthony bridgerton
summary : your first time with anthony as newlyweds.
warnings : smut, reader is kind of a prude (can you blame her?), vaginal sex, fingering, swear words, my shitty writing, inexperienced fem!reader, they ‘hate’ one another. lmk if i missed any! :)
The door closes with a thud mere seconds after you step into your shared room, your husband following close behind.
As you step out of your shoes, Anthony opens his mouth, “I do not wish to interact with you, not now, not ever. I like to believe that you are aware I’ve not wanted this, if it weren’t for my mother—”
“If it weren’t for your mother, you’d still be a bachelor yet to the age of thirty” you reply bitterly, squinting your eyes, “I’m not sure who’s doing a favour to whom, my lord.”
Anthony seems quite pleased with your response, much to your displeasure. He doesn’t reply, instead, he seems eager to undress. Again, to your displeasure, he takes the neatly folded bed shirt that you believe belongs to him, and places it on his nightstand, only his undergarments covering a very small part of his figure.
As Anthony moves to lay in bed, your eyes widen, and you huff loudly, “And what do you think you are doing?! If you think I will be sleeping next to you like this, you are terribly mistaken.”
He breathes out a laugh, closing his eyes as he knows it will anger you further. “Needn’t to worry, my lady. I believe we are both to get familiar with each other’s habits, isn’t that so?”
You reluctantly mirror his actions, settling under the fairly cold sheets, Anthony’s bare leg touching yours slightly, but you don’t move it away. “We ought to, my lord” you point out, closing your eyes with a sigh.
***
During the night, you find yourself writhing in bed, unable to go back to sleep for some reason. You finally give in, opening your eyes, darkness surrounding you due to the late time.
“Well, I certainly am not dreaming of you, so who could it be keeping you from sleeping?” Anthony’s croaky voice sounds in your ear, followed by a breathy laugh.
You try to bite back a smile, entirely happy that you don’t have to be the only one awake at this hour. “I’m not a believer of legends, Anthony.”
“Oh? First-name terms. I see, Y/n” he hums, and you can very much see the corners of his lips tilting up as he speaks, “What else might be disturbing my wife, then?”
You inhale shakily as he refers to you as exactly what you are now, his wife. Clearing your throat, you try to make your voice sound as quiet as possible, “I have a-.. very strange feeling. Ever since I’ve gone to bed last night.”
Your words seem to bring something out of Anthony as he props himself up on one elbow, his head clearly tilted to the side, looking at you. “You have a strange feeling?” he seems confused, totally unaware of the meaning behind your words. “Where?”
He doesn’t know it, but it’s exactly the one word you were hoping to hear from him. Your cheeks are bright red and you are grateful for the darkness as he cannot see them. “Between my legs” you whisper with a gulp, softly clutching the sheets as the thought enters your mind once again. “When you were- undressing.. I have never felt this way before... I’ve never seen a man this way” you admit softly, “I think we might need another room, being this close is—”
“Frustrating?” he interrupts you, moving to lit up the candle on his nightstand, “The mere thought of me being here beside you, so close.. Don’t you find it the least bit arousing?”
You frown at the word. Arousing, he says.
“I’ve never- I don’t think I quite understand what you mean” you finally manage to spare him a glance, his face now visible due to the small source of light, as is yours.
Anthony laughs dryly — he’s never been one to corrupt before, in fact, he never needed to. All the women he’s been with were not to be corrupted, so he has to hesitate when it comes to you, not positive if he would be able to treat you gently, as he believes you deserve.
You take notice on his pensive expression, and you open your mouth, but he is faster. “Go to sleep, Y/n. Mother will surely want to see you in the morning, which is-” he looks at his clock, “in less than seven hours time.”
With a huff, you turn your back to face him, your eyes still open, “I will be going to someone else for help, then. Clearly you cannot use your own words to explain such simple matters.”
You are not sure of what your words actually mean, due to your inexperience, but Anthony knows. With a low grunt, he uses his hands to hold your hips tightly, manhandling you until your knees are digging into the mattress, legs on each side of his waist.
“Clearly you’re unaware of what you’re asking me for” he speaks through gritted teeth, moving to rest his back against the headframe of the bed as he looks into your eyes.
You feel heat rushing up your neck, your sensitive area now pulsing against Anthony. He groans heavily, “Or you do know. In fact, I’d even dare to say you’re enjoying this.”
“I am, my lord” your voice turns a bit louder than before, feeling valiant as the unusual feeling rushes through you. “If you’d just give me a helping hand- I’d be forever grateful.”
The following moment, your nightgown is ripped from your body, leaving yourself bare on top of Anthony, his hands roaming your bare skin with an eager grin. “You are gorgeous, my dear. Much too good to be true” he admits as he leans in, “May I?” he looks down at your boobs for a mere second, then back at you.
You feel your chest heave at the nonexistent gap between you two, and whimper slightly, “please, my lord.”
His mouth falls open as his eyes stay on yours, and he lowers his head so his lips can wrap around your bud, suckling gently. Anthony watches your lips part, and he smiles against your skin at the obscene sounds coming out of your pretty mouth.
“M-my lord, it feels so good” you whine as your head drops forward, and Anthony releases your nipple, smiling up at your helpless eyes. “I did this to you, dearest?”
You hum in agreement, arching your back as a sign for him to keep pleasuring you, but instead, he laughs darkly. “Needy girl.. I can make you feel way better than this. Show me your pretty cunt, please.”
Your eyes widen slightly at the use of that word, having been told by your mother that you were not to use that word, because no respectable lady should. But you understand him, and nonetheless, push your white cotton underwear to the side, revealing your dripping folds and swollen clit.
Anthony feels himself getting worked up at the sight, a guttural moan escaping from his rosy lips. He’s seen many of these before, but some time ago he discovered that the person he was intimate with mattered more than anything. He loves to say he hates you, when in reality, you do nothing more than to leave him speechless, in the best of ways.
He looks like he is in a trance as he reaches his hand up, a singular finger tracing through your folds, stopping at your clit as he rubbed against it, causing your thighs to quiver at the brand new feeling. With that, he is pulled from his trance, and he smirks widely, and his eyes snap up to meet yours. “Such a sweet little virgin, aren’t you? Moaning already and I have not even fucked you yet” he teases and you frown softly and your cheeks flush, small hands wrapping around his wrists, eager to feel more, “Oh, no need to feel embarrassed, princess. You’ve saved yourself for your husband, and I believe I am your husband, aren’t I?”
His sweet words, though taunting and indecent, help you feel better and he then feels you relax on top of him, loosely holding his wrist. “Yes, sir” you nod with a sincere smile.
Smiling back, Anthony’s fingers drop down to your entrance, prodding at it, making you feel some kind of uncomfortable pressure, but you quickly brush it off, trusting him entirely. He seems to notice, because he quietly says, “It’s okay, lovely. It’ll feel good in no time, I promise.”
He works with both his hands on your cunt — one of them is thumbing at your clit, and the other tries to push a finger inside of your tight hole. When he finally manages, the intrusion makes you cry out in slight pain, but he tries to be as gentle as possible, pushing into you slightly all the way down to the base, not moving the slightest bit as he searches for your eyes.
“Hurts” you cry as your palms aggressively rub at your eyes, smearing the light makeup all over your face.
Anthony feels his heart shatter at the sight, but if he tries to stop you will probably cry even more.
“I know, honey. It’ll hurt for a little bit” he tries to consolate you, still rubbing your clit to try and make you feel better, “But you’re doing so good, you’re my best girl.”
Your hands slowly drop from your face and you look down at him, “I am?” you ask, unsure, and he nods, giving you a sweet smile. “M-move, please. Make it go away” you plead with him, and Anthony starts dragging his finger slowly along your tight walls, placing gentle kisses along your jaw and neck.
You tighten around his digit, hoping for the pain to grow dim, and after some time, it does. You feel some sort of wetness dripping out of you, onto Anthony’s hand and he takes that as a sign to pump another of his fingers into you, not without having his eyes glued to your face.
“Oh, Anthony...” you yelp as you hold onto his broad shoulders, bouncing down on his fingers slowly, rolling your hips as they entered you. “I- I have this weird feeling... Pressure” you admit bashfully as your teary eyes meet his, and his face softens.
“It means that you need to let go for me” he assures with a smile, pumping his fingers at a faster pace, “not to worry, it will feel far better than this.”
You nod absentmindedly, quite afraid of the new sensation you were about to experience, but you let go nonetheless, just like he has asked you to. Your legs shake on top of his, nails digging into his skin as your cunt begins tightening on its own, far harder than you’ve managed before. “A-Anthony..” you breathe out, though it comes out as more of a weak whisper, and you fall limp against him.
Anthony shushes you, gently petting your hair as he moves it from your forehead, and ties it around his fingers, not allowing heat to overcome you. “It is quite alright, my darling. It felt good, did it not?”
“It did” you say breathlessly. After a moment of silence and quite the opposite in your mind, and you manage to straighten your back so your eyes would meet his once again. “Do y-you want to?” you ask fearfully, not knowing if this means anything to him.
“Do I what?” he asks, curiously eyeing you.
“Me...” you say and his eyes widen slightly, causing your eyes to as well, “to touch you.. What I mean is- May I touch you, Anthony?”
He breathes out a laugh and you almost immediately regret your words, but he gives you no time to do so. “You know... I remember laying in bed one day, before our wedding. The door was locked, my hand wrapped around my cock..” he explains and you flush at the obscenity of his words, and he grins. “Trying to imagine that it was you who was doing these things to me. But I was well aware you would grip me tighter than that and make me feel better than that. You see.. I am tired of hands, my love. But I will gladly take up on the offer if that is all you are willing to give to me.”
Your cheeks are burning at this point, and you find yourself unable to utter a single word. You were entirely submissive to Anthony Bridgerton, for the first time in this lifetime.
“And when the times come, you shall let him and only him between your legs, my darling. Only he shall be the one to see under your skirts.”
You remember your mother’s words from earlier that week, and your palms begin sweating at the idea of Anthony between your legs, doing the real thing, as your mother calls it.
Anthony doesn’t expect it, but next thing he knows, he is in Paradise. You push your underwear to the side, and hurry to take him out of his trousers, his hard cock looking painfully red in your rather loose grip.
“Y/n/n, you—” Anthony begins but you manage to interrupt him, sliding down on his cock all at once. “Fuck” he whimpers at the feeling, even better than what he has been imagined over the months of him ‘courting’ you.
You give a high-pitched cry when you feel him thrust up into you, your eyes tightly squeezed shut. “I have not imagined— It feels— good” you gasp as you feel him reach deeper places within you, his balls slapping against your sensitive skin.
“Mhm, I bet it does. Tell me more” he hums in amusement, though feeling ecstatic himself. For a second, his lips engulf yours for a searing kiss, and when he parts, you notice him looking at you expectantly.
Oh. So he really wants to know more.
Your lips fall open as you think about your words, but Anthony’s pace only grows faster with every silent second.
“My— Anthony!” you cry out as he keeps his relentless pace, humming. “I believe that is the name, yes. My smart girl.”
You gather all of your strength that you have left, determined not to let him make you speechless. “No one— no one could ever fuck me the way you do, my lord. O-Only you” a groan rumbles through his chest when you finally allow the vulgar words to leave your mouth.
About less than five thrusts later, he lowers his head to your ear, where he whispers laboriously. “You... You naughty girl. Now you’ll have to take my seed, bear my child.”
“Please” you gasp out, tugging him closer to you as his hand came down to thumb at your clit once again. “Give it to me, my lord.”
Seconds after, Anthony felt you twitch and shake underneath him, body jolting with each of his forceful thrusts. Your walls began spasming around him, and with a cry of his name, you let go, pleasure overcoming you as the feeling was overwhelming to say the least.
With your cunt still pulsing with the after-effects of your reached high, you would expect jhim to let go as well, but instead, he pulls out, and he pumps his hand up and down his shaft, throwing his head back as his seed manages to cover all of your lower stomach, and you look at him in amazement.
He looks like a God, his eyes, lips, jaw. He catches you staring and laughs heavily, reaching down to cup your jaw. “Did your mother not tell you it was rude to stare?”
Blushing, you frown softly. “Why did you—”
“I figured we might need some time... Let us enjoy ourselves for a bit longer.”
