⧼ 📎 ⧽ 一 pairing。 ⸝⸝ anton! x fem!reader 𓄵 wc. 0.6k genre。smut contains! unprotectedsex , choking { back to library }
𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ── seeing anton after lusting over his acl performance ..
missing your boyfriend when he was away was one thing; missing him while he was away and then he starts trending because he looks so good and you’re horny is another time of hurt ; and you were currently experiencing the ladder — luckily you wouldn’t have to suffer much longer.
you practically flew from your bed hearing your door shut , running out from your room. “baby that’s you?” you smiled hearing your man. “toni!” you squealed , running into his arms. he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist , lifting you up. “i haven’t even been gone that long baby.” he held you up. “yeah but i missed you even more this time , and you were trending all on twitter so i was haunted by your presence all on my timeline.” he chuckled. “ah so you were horny?”
“have you seen how good you looked? fuck i’ve been horny for the past three days and it gets worse every photo i see.” he carried you to the room. “and you waited for me to get home?” his eyes darken , he gently tossed you on the bed. “i tried to get off by myself but i couldn’t.” he smirked. “you couldn’t cum without me?” you nodded , feeling his hands creeping up your ( his ) shirt. “poor baby.” he teased , his fingers ghosting your clothed cunt , making your hips jerk. “it must hurt so bad.”
he pulled your panties down your leg. “spread your legs for me , let me see your pretty pussy.” biting his lip as you revealed your bare cunt to him. “fuck baby look at you , all wet and swollen.” he toyed with your clit. “fuck ton.” you moaned out. “fuck please i need you.”
“you need my dick that bad?” he pulled his pants down enough to free he cock. “fucking moaning like a whore.” he stroked his cock , lining it with your waiting hole. “fuck you’re dripping.” he sighed , pushing himself in. “fuck you’re so tight.” filling you up with his cock. “such a good slut taking all of me.”
he grabbed your calves , pushing them up against your chest , fucking into , his cock bullying your cervix. “anton!” you screamed , he grunted in your ear. “such a good pussy , so tight.” he groaned. “made to take my fat cock , a good slut.” he pushed your shirt up , watching your boobs move every time he thrusted inside of you. “ baby you’re so fucking hot.”
his hand came up to your throat , lightly applying pressure; you clenched around him. “you like that?” he cursed. “ye-yes.” you moaned. “toni im gonna cum.” you announced. “yeah?” he breathed. “gonna cum for me?” you nodded. “go a head , cum for me , make a mess on my cock.” he squeezed your throat , your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came , legs wrapping around his waist. “ah , shit i’m gonna cum.” he hissed. “in-inside.” he let out a dry laughed , still thrusting. “you want me to cum inside you? wanna be my little cumdump?” cursing under his breath, a white wrong forming on his cock. “fuck i’ll cum inside you.”
thrusting inside you deeply , over and over before stilling his hips. “ah shit.” he cursed as he came. “god you feel so good.” his lips pressed against yours. “love you so fucking me , this pussy too , always so ready for me.” he pulled out , cock bobbing against his stomach ; his big hands on your waist manhandling you on your stomach , lifting your hips. “a-again.” you pushed back against him. “you want my cock again?” he rocked into you. “such a slut for my dick.” he slid himself back inside you. “fuck.” he sighed , slapping your ass.
“you missed my dick that much? gonna keep going until you’re running from it.”
contains : somnophilia, slight free-use, creampie, unprotected sex, anton has happy hands >_<, little bit of crying, him talking you through it, & needy anton.
pairing : bf!anton & gf!reader
note : i love spoiling yall with anton content. hi.
the bedroom is heavy with the kind of dark that only happens at 3:47 a.m., thick, syrupy, lit only by the faint blue glow leaking from anton’s phone screen on the nightstand. you’re curled on your side, knees tucked up, tiny body swallowed by one of his old tour hoodies that hits mid-thigh on you. the hem rides up just enough to show the soft curve of your ass and the edge of your cotton panties. your breathing is slow, deep, little puffs against the pillow. completely out.
anton can’t sleep.
he’s been hard for the last forty minutes, painfully, stupidly hard. just from the way your body fits against his when you’re unconscious. the way your back presses to his chest, ass nestling perfectly against his hips like you were carved for it. every time you shift in your sleep, the hoodie slips higher, your thighs rub together, and he feels the heat radiating from between your legs even through the fabric.
he tries to ignore it. scrolls twitter with the brightness all the way down. fails.
his free hand slides under the hoodie. palm flat against your stomach; warm, soft, rising and falling with each breath. he presses there gently. feels the tiny flutter of your pulse under his fingers.
you don’t wake.
he moves lower. fingertips brushing the waistband of your panties. slips underneath. finds you already slick, warm, swollen, like your body knew he was thinking about it before his brain caught up.
a low groan slips out of him before he can stop it.
you stir. small whine. hips pushing back instinctively, ass grinding against his cock through his boxers.
“fuck,” he breathes against your neck. voice wrecked. barely audible.
he rocks forward once slow, testing. the head of his cock nudges between your thighs, slides along the soaked cotton. you whimper in your sleep. thighs clench around him like you’re trying to keep him there.
he loses it.
slides your panties to the side with trembling fingers. lines himself up. pushes in slow, careful, but deep. raw. no condom. just the hot, tight slide of your cunt swallowing him inch by inch while you’re still half-dreaming.
your breath hitches. lashes flutter. a sleepy little “nnh—” escapes your lips.
he stills. buried to the hilt. lets you feel how full you are. how he stretches you open even when you’re relaxed.
“shhh,” he whispers. lips brushing the shell of your ear. “go back to sleep, baby. i’ve got you.”
you mumble something incoherent. body relaxing again. sinking back into him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
he starts moving.
slow. shallow rolls of his hips at first, just enough to feel the drag, the wet heat, the way your walls flutter around him every time he bottoms out. one arm wraps around your waist. hand splaying over your stomach so he can feel the slight bulge of his cock inside you. the other slips between your thighs. two fingers finding your clit. rubbing lazy, gentle circles that match the rhythm of his thrusts.
you whine again higher, needier, even in your sleep. hips rocking back to meet him without thought.
“that’s it,” he murmurs. voice shaking. “just like that. let me take care of you.”
he picks up speed. still controlled. still deep. every thrust punches little sleepy moans out of you. your fingers curl into the sheets. brows pinch. tears collect at the corners of your closed eyes from how good it feels even half-conscious.
he kisses them away. tongue catching salt. groaning low in his throat when you clench around him.
“fuck—baby—you’re so tight when you’re sleepy. feel so good.”
you’re close. he can tell. your breathing changes shorter, faster. thighs trembling. walls fluttering wildly around his cock.
he presses harder on your clit. grinds deep. holds you tight against his chest so you can’t squirm away.
“come for me,” he whispers. “come while you’re all fuzzy and warm. let me feel it.”
you shatter.
quietly. beautifully. body locking up. cunt pulsing around him in slow, deep waves. a soft, broken sob slips out, half-asleep, half-overwhelmed. slick coating him, dripping down your thighs.
he follows right after.
buries himself as deep as he can. comes with a choked groan, hot, thick ropes flooding you until it leaks out around his cock. grinds slow circles, pushing every drop in while you tremble and whimper.
stays inside.
doesn’t pull out.
just pulls you tighter against his chest. arms locking around you like a cage. chin tucked over your shoulder. breathing you in.
kisses the back of your neck. soft now. reverent.
“sleep, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your skin.
“i’ve got you full of me. gonna keep you warm all night.”
you sigh, content, sleepy, still half-dreaming.
snuggle back into him.
and he smiles into your hair.
dark. satisfied.
because even in your sleep…
you still take him so perfectly.
and he’s never letting you wake up empty again. ^_^
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