୨⎯ Through my eyes ⎯୧
✎: college bf!anton x plus size fem!reader
wc — 2.5k
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, established relationship, body image issues, plus size reader, insecurities, crying, comfort, soft dom anton, praise kink, body worship, pet names (baby, love, Tony, pretty girl), fingering, unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff, beach trip, supportive boyfriend, first "i love you".
note — can yall tell i poured trauma into this? 🥸
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It’s finally summer. Uni classes are over, which means exams are over too.
Summer has always been a mix of feelings for you. On one hand, you love it—it’s the season of doing nothing, of hanging out with friends, of late nights and no deadlines. But on the other hand… it’s also the season of shorts, skirts, bikinis, and the beach. It’s not that you don’t like those things. You do. It’s just that growing up plus size made it hard to feel fully comfortable in them. You don’t usually care that much about what people think, but still… you never feel 100% at ease.
And somehow, that feeling only got worse when you started dating.
Not because of your boyfriend—never because of him—but because of the voice in your head that got louder the moment you had something real.
You’ve always had guys call you pretty, sliding into your DMs, flirting like they meant it. But almost every time, the moment they realized you were plus size, they disappeared. It was shitty, but you got used to it.
Until Anton.
It all started on a random Tuesday. You were in an elective you decided to take—Classic Literature. It wasn’t part of your main major, but it was something you’d always wanted to study. What you weren’t expecting, though, was the captain of the swim team to walk into that same class.
Anton Lee. Captain of the swim team. Popular, but somehow still shy. Tall, handsome… and, apparently, your assigned partner for the semester.
That’s how it started.
Afternoons working on projects turned into study dates. Study dates turned into actual dates. And two months later, in March, Anton asked you to be his girlfriend.
He was—quite literally—the perfect boyfriend. Attentive, reassuring, responsible… the whole package.
Now it’s July. You’ve been dating for four months. You’ve met his friends, he’s met yours. And right now, you’re in the passenger seat of his car, on the way to one of his friend’s beach houses on a thursday for the weekend—a little reward for surviving exams.
Anton is driving, one hand resting on your thigh. You’re staring out the window, but you’re not really seeing anything.
You’re thinking. Overthinking.
All you can picture is the beach. His friends. Their girlfriends. All of them with perfect bikini bodies and—
“Hey, you good?” Anton’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his thumb gently brushing against your thigh.
“Oh—yeah, I’m good,” you say, giving him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, glancing at you briefly.
“Yeah, Tony, it’s all good. I’m just a little tired,” you mumble, turning your gaze back to the window.
He looks like he wants to say something else.
But he doesn’t push it.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
You guys finally arrive at the house around 10 p.m. You step out of the car while Anton grabs both your bags, and the two of you head inside.
You’re immediately greeted by loud voices and laughter. The boys are all in the living room, playing some game, yelling over each other. Anton goes straight to them, getting pulled into the chaos, while you just smile at everyone in greeting.
Your eyes drift toward the kitchen, where you spot Sungchan’s, Eunseok’s, and Shotaro’s girlfriends talking together.
You walk over. “Hey guys.”
“Hey, girly,” Shotaro’s girlfriend says with a grin.
“How was the trip?” Eunseok’s girlfriend asks.
“It was good. Anton drove the whole way, even when I told him we could switch. You know how he is,” you laugh lightly.
They nod knowingly, and soon you’re all chatting, catching up. Since you’re all in different majors, there’s always something new to talk about. Every now and then, you glance over at Anton, catching him already looking at you, a small smile on his face.
About an hour later, everyone’s gathered in the living room, just talking and drinking, the energy calmer now.
Shotaro and his girlfriend are the first to call it a night. They say their goodnights and head upstairs.
Anton leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “You wanna go too? You look tired,” he murmurs.
You look up at him, smiling, and nod.
“We’re gonna head up too, guys,” he says, standing and pulling you up with him, your fingers lacing together.
You both head upstairs, grabbing your things to change and go through your night routine.
You’re standing in front of the mirror, washing your face, already in your pajamas—one of Anton’s oversized shirts and your sleeping shorts—when he comes up behind you. His arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, both of you looking at your reflection.
“Hey,” you say, smiling softly.
“You look so pretty right now,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You give him a look through the mirror. “Are you serious?”
“I’m serious, baby. My favorite version of you—looking all cute in my shirt, no makeup, all cuddly,” he says, lightly biting your cheek.
You giggle. “Ahh, stop it, Tony, it tickles.”
“Hm, it does?” he teases, immediately starting to tickle you.
“AHH—Anton, stop!” you laugh, trying to push him away.
He keeps going, and you stumble backward, both of you laughing until you end up falling onto the bed.
He hovers over you, still smiling, then leans down, nuzzling his nose into your cheek and peppering kisses all over your face. You’re still giggling when he pauses, looking at you for a moment—really looking.
Then he leans in and kisses you properly.
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, soft and warm. You both smile into the kiss, relaxed, familiar.
After a moment, he pulls away slightly. “I need to go wash up, and then we can sleep, okay baby?”
You nod, still a little breathless.
He heads to the bathroom while you slide under the covers, getting comfortable.
A few minutes later, he joins you, wrapping himself around you from behind, pulling you into his chest.
“You ready for the beach tomorrow?” he asks softly.
You almost forgot about the beach.
Your body tenses just a little, but you just nod, not trusting your voice.
“Okay… goodnight, love.”
“Night, Tony,” you murmur.
He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, holding you a little closer as the room falls quiet.
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It’s roughly 9 a.m. when Anton wakes up. He turns his head slightly, eyes softening when he sees you sleeping soundly next to him. For a moment, he just watches you—peaceful, relaxed—before deciding to wake you up.
He leans in, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. “Baby? Wake up,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to gently caress your cheek.
You stir, turning slightly into his touch. “Hm? What time is it?” you mumble, still half-asleep.
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It’s 9 a.m., we need to get dressed to go to the beach.”
You nod, not really processing his words yet.
Slowly, you get up and head to the bathroom, going through your routine in a bit of a daze.
When you come back to the room, Anton is already dressed—swim shorts and a tank top, hair slightly messy but still looking effortlessly good.
“I’ll be downstairs waiting for you,” he says.
You nod and walk over to your bag, pulling out your bikini and getting dressed.
As you do, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
You stop.
You look at your belly, the softness of it. Your thick thighs. Your arms that suddenly feel out of place. The stretch marks scattered across your skin.
And before you even realize it, your vision blurs.
You’re crying.
Tears slide down your cheeks as thoughts come rushing in all at once—how is Anton with you? How are you supposed to go out looking like this?
Your chest tightens.
You grab your phone and quickly text him.
You: Anton im not feeling well, u can go i dont mind
Downstairs, Anton is in the middle of talking with Sohee when his phone buzzes. The second he reads your message, his expression shifts.
“Is everything good?” Sohee asks, noticing.
“Ugh, Y/N’s not feeling good. I don’t know what’s going on. You guys head out, I’m gonna go see what’s up,” he says quickly.
He doesn’t wait for a response—he’s already heading upstairs.
When he opens the door, he finds you sitting at the edge of the bed, still wearing his shirt, your cheeks stained with tears.
His heart drops.
“Hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” he asks, immediately kneeling in front of you.
You quickly wipe at your face. “What are you doing here? I told you to go, Tony.”
“You really think I would leave after that text and not see if you’re okay?” he says, gently grabbing your hand.
You look down, avoiding his gaze.
“Baby, talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I—” You cut yourself off, trying to steady your breathing, but more tears threaten to fall.
He moves up onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“You’re scaring me. What happened?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“I’m… I don’t get how you like the way I look, when all I can see is flaws when I look in the mirror,” you finally admit, your voice shaking.
He pulls back just enough to cup your face, making you look at him. “Where is this coming from?” he asks, concern written all over his expression.
“I just don’t get it. Why would you—the captain of the swim team, all ripped, surrounded by athletic people—pick me, when I’m clearly none of that?” you say, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“I’ve been anxious about this trip all week because of the beach. I can hide myself with pants and big t-shirts, but I can’t hide in a bikini.”
“Baby… why would you hide yourself?” he asks softly, wiping your tears.
“Why wouldn’t I? When all I see when I look in the mirror is big, plus-size… how am I supposed to go out looking like this when all the girls on this trip are literally like models?”
Anton goes quiet for a second, taken aback. He never imagined you were carrying this.
“Y/N, look at me,” he says, gently lifting your chin again.
“My love, I don’t ever want you to think like this. It doesn’t matter if I’m swim captain, popular, or whatever. I like you for you. I love your body, I love your looks, I love your personality… I love you,” he says, his hand resting warmly on your thigh. “I couldn’t care less about other women with model bodies. I love yours the way it is.”
You freeze slightly.
“You… love me?”
It’s the first time you’ve heard him say it.
“I do, baby. So much,” he says softly. “Let me show you? Show you how much I love you and your body.”
You hesitate for a second… then nod.
“Okay, let’s get rid of this shirt first,” he says gently, pulling it off you.
His eyes immediately darken slightly.
“Fuck, that bikini looks so good on you,” he says, his voice dropping as he looks you over.
Heat rushes to your face.
“I kinda wanna fuck you in it,” he adds, licking his lips.
Your breath catches, your body reacting before your mind can.
He leans in, hovering over you as he pushes you back onto the bed.
His lips find your neck, trailing kisses down your skin while his hand slips under your bikini bottoms.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he murmurs.
You moan softly at the contact.
He slides two fingers inside you, slow at first, while his other hand pushes your bikini top aside, letting your chest spill free. He leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.
“Anton, please, I need you,” you gasp, your hips moving against him.
“Patience,” he murmurs. “Lemme appreciate all of you… all of your curves.”
His hands move along your sides, his lips following, kissing over your stretch marks, your stomach, every part you were trying to hide.
“You’re so beautiful. All these marks… it’s what makes you you. All these curves—the ones that drive me crazy, and you have no idea,” he says, before finally kissing your lips.
You moan into the kiss, and he smiles against your mouth.
“That’s it, pretty girl, moan for me.”
He slowly pulls his fingers out, making you whimper, and stands just long enough to get rid of the rest of his clothes.
Then he’s back.
He undoes the strap of your bikini bottoms, pushing them aside just enough. He gives himself a few quick pumps before sliding along your folds, gathering your slick.
Then he pushes in with a low groan.
“Fuuuuck.”
“Fuck, Anton,” you moan.
“You’re so tight… you feel so good, love,” he breathes against your ear.
He takes your hand and places it on your stomach, applying gentle pressure, making you whimper.
“So fucking beautiful… all of this for me to love,” he murmurs, his free hand moving over your body.
“Faster, Tony, please,” you plead.
He obeys immediately. “Fuck, I won’t last long like this, baby.”
His hand slips between you again, finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles.
You gasp at the sudden intensity.
“Anton—!” you cry out.
He smirks slightly, picking up the pace.
“Anton, I’m cumming,” you warn, your body tightening.
“Me too, baby, fuck,” he groans.
Right as he’s about to finish, he pulls out, spilling over your stomach and bikini.
He collapses beside you, both of you breathing heavily.
After a moment, he turns his head, brushing your hair away from your face before kissing your nose.
You giggle softly.
“I hope you never think bad of yourself, baby. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes… you truly are a goddess.”
“I’ll try to believe you… it’s just past trauma,” you admit quietly.
He gently grabs your chin again. “I’m here to help you through that, okay?”
“Thank you, Anton. Really. I love you.” you say, leaning in to peck his lips.
He smiles as he hears you finally say it back.
Suddenly, he sits up. “Let’s go then? Wanna join them?”
You shift, propping yourself up against the headboard. “Yeah… I will go, and we’ll have fun.”
“Let’s go!” he cheers, fist bumping the air, making you laugh.
Then he pauses, looking back at you.
“Uhh… I hope you brought more bikinis, though…”
You look down—and immediately see the mess.
“ANTON.”
“Sorry—I got carried away,” he says, already blushing.
You roll your eyes, but smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You get up, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before heading to change.
And for once, the thoughts in your head are quieter.
Because you have Anton—and maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to see yourself a little more the way he does.
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