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Hi hi may I req more established relationship fic with Anton T-T maybe some morning sx and needy Anton…I love your writing sm btw^-^

comfortable | anton (m)

hi hi anon <3 thank u so much for reading, it means a lot! i hope u enjoy and thanks for the request (sorry it took so long)

pairing: bf!anton x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings: smut, slight somnophilia, pet names, fingering/oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, the anton monster cock agenda is still alive and well! there's some other stuff that i'm most likely missing but honestly nothing too crazy at all if you've read anything else i've written! i'm just feeling lazy

now playing: comfortable ৎ𝄢

your body lies slack in bed, limbs clammy to the touch. the only thing that can be heard aside from your gentle exhaling is the humidifier perched in the corner of the bedroom.

anton’s body is firm behind yours, static—until he begins to stir.

one of his long arms is heavy and drawn over your waist, his hand subconsciously drawing you impossibly closer at the hip until you’re pressed to his front. each twitch of his cock that’s now leaking and hard meets your backside.

you’d had numerous conversations about exploring the world of somnophilia, you’d even gone as far as consenting.

but the two of you had never tried it.

in true anton fashion he felt like a monster laying at your side, plotting. compelled to wake you right in his moment because he was needy.

and although he felt awful, you know, about the fact that the first thing you’d hear today would be him asking if you’d satisfy his urges and let him fuck you, the ache of his cock nestled in the curve of your ass felt worse.

against his own discretion anton’s hips rut behind you, his heartbeat is sporadic at the thought of you waking up and seeing—or catching him like this. his eyes are heavy when he forces them open, only to squeeze them shut attempting to bypass the groan resting on the tip of his tongue. his cheeks burn with a crimson tinge as the wet patch on the crotch of his underwear expands. his entire body is scorching behind you as he cranes his neck, creating more surface area for the air con to graze.

your hips momentarily jolt backwards, a particularly breathy sigh that almost mimics a whimper falls from your lips. anton freezes, swearing that he heard you mumbling something.

but you don’t wake up, in fact your lower body falls motionless again.

a thin layer of sweat causes the lousy material of your pajamas to adhere to you like a second skin.

writhing around in your sleep was unlike you—so was having a wet dream to be fair, although you weren’t entirely sure that you’d been dreaming this whole time.

truthfully your imagination could never replicate the weight of anton’s wandering hands on your upper body and the warmth of his mouth on your thighs.

your mind is hazy, eyes weighing the same as a stack of bricks. they almost burn when you open them for a split second to turn your head and check the time.

it's just shy of 6AM, which was certainly early by your own definition. but never too early to feel the broad presence of anton’s shoulders between your legs.

you feel an untamed mess tickling the insides of your thighs, anton’s figure forcing them wider and wider apart until the hinge of your hips start to ache due to the stretch so shortly after waking up.

“toni?” you call out, the yawn escaping your lips louder than your voice in volume.

no reply.

supple lips ghost the exposed skin of your knees, then the insides your thighs, leaving a wet spot behind each time there was a change in location.

your nipples harden when anton’s thumb brushes the underside of your bust. the anticipation has you covered in goosebumps, shoulders shuddering when he places a kiss to the waistband of your panties and nudges your clit with his nose.

“fuck—are you serious?” you attempt to plead. the question is rhetorical, but a groan is drawn from the back of anton’s throat, muffled by your flesh. you crack an eye open, immediately lifting yourself onto your elbows to watch the disturbance.

“anton?” you urge again, voice barely any louder and rough with the remnants of sleep.

still no response.

just another kiss, this time it’s hot and open mouthed with lips puckered against your covered clit. then a kitten lick through the cotton barrier has you absentmindedly bucking your hips away from the mattress.

anton has no intentions to tease after already fondling you awake, two of his lengthy fingers swipe the crotch of your panties to the side and he has half a mind to smirk at the way you twitch, his knuckles brushing your puffy folds.

you’re panting in anticipation, lips parted and throat dry.

the first drag of anton’s fingers through your wetness has your back ached. your pussy begins leaking on command as if it were crying, pleading for more. hole puckering, practically a “welcome” sign.

“couldn’t even sleep,” anton murmurs, lips still ghosting the inside of your right thigh. “I needed you so bad, baby.”

“i can tell.” you sigh, threading a hand through the mop of hair on his head and holding him impossibly closer to where you needed him “so badly”.

the same two digits from before are buried knuckle deep instantaneously, the way that anton hisses as he watches your cunt choke on his fingers is sinful.

“ohhh my god—toni, please!” you yelp, unsure what you’re asking for.

you’d been asleep less than 5 minutes ago, so the combination of his fingers so deep inside and his lips continuing to travel up and down the expanse of your exposed skin has you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“how is it that you’re always this tight?” anton asks, eyes finding yours. the way his gaze reads innocence, as if he has no idea what he’s doing to you sends your mind into a frenzy.

“d-don’t know—shit! i don’t know, just don’t stop!” you plead, head thrown back between your shoulders at the feeling of anton’s fingers curling upwards until they’re pointed back at him.

it doesn’t shock you all that you’re this close to cumming, not with the speed in which your boyfriend is stretching you out. your hips meet each flick of his wrist halfway, eager. abdomen tense as you fight to hold out.

but it was useless.

a particularly hard thrust of anton’s fingers has your body jerking upright. your hips are hungrily bucking but his free hand is quicker, abandoning its assault on both your tits to anchor your lower body to the bed.

from this angle you can see the man below you in his entirety.

his hair is a mess, partially from how he’d slept and partially from the way you’d been using his head to for leverage. he’s in just a tank top and pajama pants, biceps flexed due to the hold he had on your hips.

but his hips were what possessed your wandering eyes.

anton’s rutting helplessly against the mattress beneath him, each whimper and sigh of relief to leave his mouth meets your cunt.

the sight has you mindlessly spreading your legs even wider, eyes dewy and jaw dropped in awe as the grown man that was easily twice your size continued whimpering whilst getting off on playing in your pussy.

anton’s mouth finds your clit, sucking until the skin is pulled taut between his lips. he releases momentarily with a faint “mwah” sound before pressing his tongue flat against the swollen pearl and bobbing his head up and down.

the next noise to leave you is pornographic—arguably too loud to pair with the time that the digital clock on your nightstand reads.

if you were capable of being any more conscious this early in the morning you’d feel a slight bit embarrassed. but right now the only thing you can focus on is the squelch of anton’s fingers as he simultaneously feasts on your clit.

“antonnn! nng—i can’t, i can’t!” you mewl, the hand in his hair contradicts your statement, holding him flush against you while your orgasm has you making a mess in the palm of his hand.

“i know, baby. i know.” anton coos, releasing your clit to utter the praise that barely meets your ringing ears.

your chest heaves and your eyes are painfully heavy, but you pry them open when anton rises to his knees between your legs. he’s got one hand beside your head for balance and the other cradling your chin.

his lips meet yours for the first time this morning and you feel the pit of your stomach heat. the kiss is slow, a mixture of both your labored breathing. anton’s tongue is hot in your mouth, languid and precise in an attempt to completely merge with yours.

you’re chasing him when pulls away, only to drop your head onto the pillow beneath you in defeat.

you’re whimpering when you feel him press his hips forward, eyes fluttering at the weight of his rigid cock on the front of your panties that cling to your cunt shamelessly.

“you’re fucking huge.” you whisper, clit already paired with the heartbeat in your chest.

the only response you receive from anton is a smirk before he’s dry humping you again. his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he felt another bead of precum leak from the tip of his cock and onto the cotton beneath his pajamas.

then he’s leaning forward, until his head meets your shoulder, placing a tender kiss right beneath your ear.

“need to fuck you.” he pants as hips remain in motion. "it's been the only thing on my mind since i opened my eyes."

you’re nodding, unable to fix your lips to form a proper sentence.

that’s all anton needs to begin lowering the waistband of his pants just enough, tucking his fingers into the hem of your panties and tugging them down. he waits to hear the sound of them hitting the ground once you kick them off, then he’s fisting his cock and pumping it once, twice…three times. hissing at the lack of care in which he was gripping himself.

nudging him out of the way you take over. with one hand you barely cover half of what he was able to, but you can tell when anton’s hips buck forwards that he prefers your grasp over his own.

“y-you gotta stop.” he warns, stuttering when you squeeze. “or i’ll cum in your hand.”

huffing as if saying “fine.” you release your hold, hand moving to grip at his forearm next to your head.

using the hand that’s not supporting his weight he holds his cock at the base, circling your clit with the tip just to watch you squirm and hear your sounds of protest.

then he’s easing himself forward, trembling with restraint as every vein in his neck and arms becomes visible. it takes everything in him not to force his hips flush against yours at once.

“anton—f-fuck!” you pant, back arched away from the bed. although it felt like he was fully inside, you could tell he wasn’t with the way he'd barely been able take a deep breath, his entire frame frozen above you.

one more fluid roll of his hips and you’re gasping, followed by a sob at the feeling of him bottoming out.

“this…t-this—fuck! this is what i needed from you, baby.” anton pants, each of his thrusts deep, hips brutally slow in pace.

“y—ah, so deep, i feel so full.” you moan, hand curled around his bicep. the pads of your fingers basically committing the feeling of his muscles flexing beneath your digits to memory.

“yeah?” anton taunts, grinding his hips at an angle that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your mouth open so wide that you think you may drool when you start nodding in response.

“shit—are you splitting me in half?!” you cry, chest rising and falling rapidly.

the chuckle that leaves anton’s mouth is cut short by a strangled groan when your cunt spasms around his cock.

but his hips don’t falter.

a large hand finds its way to your front, applying slight pressure to your stomach where the outline of anton’s cock comes and goes.

“can you feel me here?” he whispers, shoulders shuddering at the weight of his own hand pressed down on his cock through your gut.

you’re a mess, an array of “yes” and “oh my god” rushed from between your lips, similar to a chant.

“i’m gonna cum—anton, please!” you beg, doubtful that you’d be able to hold it in anyway due to your last orgasm having been minutes ago.

“i’m not stopping you, baby.” your boyfriend encourages. “c’mon give it to me.”

his hand finds its way between your legs once again, thumbing at your clit. the inflamed nob aches as you’re on the brink of overstimulation, but the burn is addictive and the knot in the stomach grows painfully tight.

you can’t warn anton again before you begin to milk his cock. your body goes rigid for a split second, mouth open. the breath you’d been trying to let out is caught in your throat, depriving you of oxygen momentarily.

your hips mindlessly move in tandem with anton’s, only stopping when your limbs begin to sting. the hand that has a hold on his arm, tightening in grip, enough to bruise.

you let the man above use you as you attempt to catch your breath, cooing in contentment with each lick of praise you both exchange. his hips finally slow as he paints your insides, thrusts growing sloppier with each thick white rope of cum being stuffed back into your mess of a hole.

anton bottoms out one last time, strength waning. then he’s using both his hands to support his weight while he pulls out. you greedily whine at the loss inside, this only makes the nasty grin on his lips spread wider.

once he’s laying comfortably he waits for you to turn towards him, seeking his hold.

placing your head on his chest you crane your neck, placing another kiss on anton’s lips before your head rests on him again.

you intend to go back to sleep, already sensing the physical consequences of sex before the sun was fully up.

but you have one thing to say to your boyfriend before your eyes shut for the umpteenth time since they’d first opened.

you’re giggling before you fully ask, but your lips don’t curl in mockery. you’re genuinely curious.

“what was it, a wet dream?”

“if that would help my case, then yes. i had a wet dream.” anton says, cheeks rosy and eyes glued shut avoiding your gaze.

“next time—because i’m sure there will be a next time,” you start. your voice is embarrassingly low in volume when you pause in slight hesitation.

“fuck me awake?”

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