want it? — anthony gordon summary: he watches you play with his teammates kids and it stirs something in him. pairings: anthony gordon x fem!reader warnings: fluff + kinda sorta breeding kink +consensual activities mentioned!!! a/n: thank u for the req<3 here she is the highly anticipated fic!!!
the giggles from the crowd of england family children are ear piercing. each step he takes the sounds grow louder and louder, until he reaches your seat in the stands. thats where the giggling wriggles deep piercing his ear drums.
“aw no here comes mr anti-fun!” you groan, your fingers instantly tickling the little boys stomach. Anthony watches the little boys body fight you, his giggles intensifying, not dying out until you stop.
“mr anti fun?” Anthony chuckles, he sits down beside you, and he reaches out for the little boy and pulls him into his lap, “your daddy actually finds me quite funny.”
“questionable.” declan interjects, watching his son squirm out of Anthony’s lap and back into yours.
“you trying to steal my wife?”
the little boy nods, proudly, and wraps his arms around your neck. you press your lips to the boys bright pink cheek, and instantly begin tickling his whole body again.
anthony watches you, in complete awe of how much the little boy has begun to trust you in just a few short days. you were good with kids, there was no question about it, but watching you tonight seemed to take his mind to other darker places.
maybe it was the adrenaline and dopamine mixing together after such an intense win, or it was just you and the little boy that made him ache to see you pregnant.
you’ve had the discussion before. it was always not the right time, and he agreed. with his new move to Barcelona, it certainly was not the time to be trying, but damn… the thought of your body nesting his baby. god, he wanted it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” the little boy shouted, instantly snapping Anthony out of his little daydream.
“he’s so cute, ant.” you sigh, happily resting your head on your husbands shoulder, you glance up at his side profile, “perfect little mix of her and declan.”
he hums in response, his cock making it hard for words to stumble out of his mouth. his brain couldn’t function, flickers of images of you pregnant and you full of his cock were making it hard to find words.
“imagine ours.” you say, adding fuel to his fire. he can feel the precum thickening around his cock. anthony groans. tossing his head back, he runs a hand down his face, “you kill me, y/n.”
“what?” you say chuckling with confusion. moving off of him, you catch a glimpse of the hard on building up in his pants, “did me with a kid really do this to you?”
his cheeks turn a shade of red that you’ve never seen before from embarrassment. chuckling, you cup his cheeks in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. you pull away, lips inches from his and say, “I’m not on the pill anymore.”
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he wastes no time pressing your back into the mattress. you land with a soft thump against the white sheets. the hotel bed squeaking beneath you.
pressing open your thighs, he finds that under your oversized t-shirt you had nothing on. the only thing staring at him was clean shaved wet slick folds.
“fuck,” he audibly moans, feeling like he might come in his pants at just the sight of your legs spread wide open and glistening in the the dimly lit room.
anthony’s baby blue cotton shorts are instantly tossed to the side, his boxers gone with them. anthony moved with passion and finality. he needed to scratch this itch and fill you with him.
kneeing you to open wider for him, he yanks your legs around his torso and doesn’t even gently rub his way in. he doesn’t take even a second for you to be used to all of him before he’s fucking you into the plush mattress.
the springs squeak beneath you, hips are buckling against one another, skin grinding on skin. your filthy moans in his ear have him thrusting harder and in short spurts. you could faintly hear the headboard banging against the wall over the rush of pleasure tingling across your body.
“give it to me, ant.” you say with the little bit of air in your lungs that he left in you. your long manicured nails dig deep into his shoulder blades, but he doesn’t feel the pain over the pleasure rippling through him like tidal waves.
“you want my babies?” he asks, the tip of his cock twitching feeling you clamp around him. his once hard and determined thrusts, become gentle and teasing edging you onto the high you were both craving.
nodding was all you could do. you could feel the climax. you could feel your legs ready to give out, you were trying hard to stay wrapped around him. your sensitive clit was throbbing, you could see you weren’t alone in this, anthony was starting to pick up speed again, his stamina was much stronger than yours.
“fuck, I won’t last.” he grunts, feeling the ripple of pleasure that was building up finally release inside you.
you welcomed the warmth filling inside you. he watches you for a beat under his thick red curls. your eyes were locked on his, you gave him a slight nod letting him know you felt good, and in his own rush he didn’t hurt you.
dragging your nails over his biceps, you unwrap your legs around him, they fall heavy against the mattress, and ached for something to support them.
Anthony moves off of you, and slides onto the mattress beside you, “you think it worked?” he nervously asks.
“well it’s not instant, idiot.”
rolling his eyes, he sits up onto his forearm. sincerity is written across his face, it was scary, “want to go again?”
