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It took approximately three minutes for Maki to go from the front of your complex to your apartment door most days; today, he did it in one and a half. Knocking heavily on your door, hands trembling. He needed you more than usual, waiting like a dog with his tail between his legs. When you finally opened the door, he pushed himself inside, wrapping his hands around you, pulling you into his chest. “Baby…” He whispers, deeply inhaling your scent. “Maki? What’s wrong?” you gasp at his sudden entrance. He didn't mention coming over, always busy with practice or schedules, the two of you usually only get to call most days, so his showing up unannounced was definitely a surprise.

He kicks the door shut behind him, pushing you feverishly against the wall. “Missed you… So much,” he whines, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, softly kissing up and down the side. Your stomach does flips while his kisses turn into soft bites, his hands finding their way down to your hips, thumbs tucking into the waistband of your pajama pants. Maki thought you looked cozy already in your sleepwear, ready for bed. He wanted to come home to this every day. His knees buckle just thinking about it. He could take such good care of you if you’d let him. He grinds your hips against his, groaning as his lips finally make their way up to yours.

You melt instantly into his lips, a sigh forcing its way from your lungs. You feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, begging to be let in, pulling himself impossibly closer as if he needed to get under your skin. “I missed you too, Maki…” you whisper to his lips, kissing him again before pulling back again. “What's got you so ahh~” you start to ask, but get interrupted by him reaching his hands under your shirt, grabbing at your breasts. He bites his lips as he rolls his fingers over your hardening nipples. “Let me fuck you,” he whispers, voice low and dripping with need, “please.” When you nod your head, giving him the green light, he wastes no time pulling your shirt over your head, opting to leave kisses along your collarbone as he reaches back into the waistband of your pants, shoving the baggy material down. The cold air makes chills run across your body, shuddering against his touch, seeking his warmth. “Always so pretty for me,” he says, looking you up and down. “Does my sweet girl want me to take her here, or do you wanna move to the room?” he smirks as you snatch his wrist, pulling him towards your bedroom. You sit yourself at the foot of the bed, staring up at him.

Maki stalks closer, standing between your spread legs; his hand reaches for the top of your head, petting your hair back softly. Once his hand reaches the back of your head, he gets an idea. He presses your face forward, pushing your face against his clothed cock, the lewd action making him twitch in his jeans. You whimper against the fabric, rubbing your face closer, mouthing at his bulge. Your hands reach up, undoing his belt slowly, hands shaking with need. Once you finally free his aching cock tip red and already dripping with precum. He takes himself in his hands, stroking himself slowly in your face. “Go ahead and turn around for me, sweet girl, face down.” You quickly oblige, turning onto your knees, presenting yourself fully for him. “So good for me tonight, pretty.” his hands fly to your ass, tugging on the lace of your panties, finally the last step leaving you completely nude under him. Maki finishes undressing, then takes his time sliding his fingers between your folds. “Shit, you're already so wet for me. Look, I can slide right in.” he smiles as two of his fingers sink into your greedy hole. You whine into the sheets below you, pushing your hips deeper onto his fingers. He clicks his tongue, “None of that, pretty; let me open you up myself.” He holds your hip with his other hand while he works you open, leaving you whiny and even more desperate than before. “Maki please…just fuck me already…” You cry out, begging for more. Needing to feel him plunge into you. “Are you sure you're ready, pretty?” he teases, curling his fingers inside of you. You nod into the mattress, “Please, I need you so bad..” you whimper, tears brimming in your eyes. It all being too much and not enough at once, Maki lets out a hum before dragging the head of his cock up and down your slit. “Need me here so bad, don't you?” he smiles to himself wickedly. You try pushing your hips back against him again, earning a large smack on your ass. “Stay still for me. Take what I give you,” he orders. It takes everything in your power to listen, to not go against his word.

In what feels like eternity, you finally feel Maki lining himself up to your hole, entering slowly, you hear him hold his breath as he pushes himself deeper, bottoming out in you. When he finally starts moving, it's slow and deep thrusts as if he is trying to feel every part of you squeeze around him. “God damn, baby, you're taking me so fucking good,” he groans out desperately. He takes both his hands and slides them around your waist, holding your back to his chest. “I know you want me faster, sweet thing. Go ahead, ask nicely.” he bites your shoulder lightly. Embarrassment fills your chest as you whine at his request. “C'mon, I know you can,” he says, shallow thrusts making you dizzy. You huff, annoyed that he already knows what you want. Why does he always make you beg? Not that you minded it, just felt so embarrassing at times like this. The tears that were welling in your eyes were finally starting to spill out. “Maki, please, I need you to ruin me. I need it so bad, please fuck me until I can't think anymore,” you plead.

“Atta fucking girl,” he groans, finally pulling back far enough where only the tip is inside and slamming down into you. “This is what you wanted, right?” Another slam, “I can make you go dumb baby,” slam, “make you feel so good.” Maki can't seem to control his own moans anymore. His view was making him go crazy. He loved hitting it from the back, watching as you shake beneath him, always so trusting and pliant for him, never going against his orders. His hands reach your shoulders as he bends one of his knees up so he can drill into you faster. “Mhm Maki, gonna cum~” you mewl out with a broken voice. Maki shakes his head. “Not yet. Hold it for me, baby,” he says, not seeming to slow down, though still punishing your pussy thoroughly.

“Y’know I've been thinking.. A lot actually,” he grunts, flipping you over on your back. His hands are pressing down on your stomach as he continues to fuck you. “You would look so pretty pregnant,” he says suddenly, confusion filling your brain, but he continues on his rant. “Fuck, imagining you full of my seed, it makes me feel insane.” Maki is fully panting now, watching as your eyes try hard to stay open. “I can feel you clenching around me so tight, baby. You want that too, don't you? Want me to make my sweet girl a mommy?” All you can do is nod. Maki has never spoken to you like this, but whatever he is saying is working wonders. The pressure built in your core is ready to burst open at any moment. “Fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna finish so deep inside you, make you a mama.” He reaches down, grabbing your face, “Look at me while I breed this greedy hole of yours,” he says before coming undone, moaning out while maintaining eye contact, not looking away. Your climax comes soon after trembling from holding it for so long.

Maki doesn't pull out right away, in fact, he cages you in his arms, holding you close. “Did so good for me, sweet girl,” he whispers kindly, completely different from the tone just seconds before. When he does pull out, he leans back and spreads your folds to watch himself leak out of you slowly. A proud smile on his face, he looks back up at your eyes, darkening. “So much spilled out, darling, I guess we are gonna have to try again,” he says, scooping some of it with his fingers, putting them in his mouth, and licking the mixture slowly. You gulped, not fully prepared for what this night truly had to offer.

a/n: idk how I got here.…..I couldn't focus so I got h1gh and somehow ended up with this I promise it was supposed to be much shorter

anton searched around for you , your drink and your purse in his hand , along with your phone in his pocket so he was unable to contact you , not like you’d hear him , your phone is constantly on dnd , he told you to stop doing that.

you were older than him , not that much but still noticeable; but anton still loved to take care of you , him being the older brother in his family made his caring nature coming out when it came to you. he loved taking care of you , and you being the younger sibling you liked being taken care of.

“baby.” he finally found you; sitting on a chair. “i told you to stay behind me while i got your drink.” he handed you the drink. “what happened.”

“my feet started to hurt.”

he sat in the seat next to you , holding your purse in his lap. “let me see.” that’s how you ended up in wearing his shoes that were 7 sizes too big for you , your heels dangling in his hands.

“is yn wearing your shoes?” sungchan asked , anton nodded. “her feet hurt , i just stole a pair of house shoes from shotaro.” he said. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”

you were getting hungry — so that was anton’s cue to grab all your belongings , saying goodbye to his friends before guiding you out of the house , helping you into the car , putting a blanket he kept in the car for you over your skirt. “comfortable?”

after getting you comfortable , he climbed onto the drivers seat , making sure the air was to your liking before he drove off. “what do you want to eat?”

his hand on your thigh , rubbing it softly as you went back in forth about what you want , smiling when you got frustrated. “you want me to pick?” already knowing the answer - you liked when he took control , so even watching him order at the drive through had your panties soaking.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he said, driving to the second window. “like you want to eat me.”

“it’s hot…” you started , eyeing him up in his seat. “when you take care of me.” he watched your eyes darken in real time.

his cheeks were red , he smiled as the worker handed him the food , driving off. “well i love taking care of you.” he said , squeezing your thigh , rubbing inside of his , his hand half way up your skirt — the tension in the car hotter now that you both gave off the silent alarm that you wanted each other… bad.

you were on him as soon as the door of your apartment closed. “baby.” he said through your kisses. “baby you need to eat first , you -fuck- you said you were hungry.” his words turning into moans as you kissed his neck.

“we can eat later.”

“no , baby we can eat now , don’t need you passing out , we both know that piece of chicken did nothing yesterday.” sometimes you hated when he took care of you. “eat.”

he watched you eat , telling you to slow down when you sped up do to his need , wiping your lip with his thumb — you wrapped your lips around his thumb . sucking on it. “fuck.”

he moved away seeing what you were doing. “baby stop being so needy , eat your food.” you groaned , finishing your food quickly making him laugh. “such a needy girl.”

he finally took you to your shared room , laying you on the bed. “been such a needy girl.” he kissed your calf as he pulled down your skirt; spreading your legs.

“look at how wet you are?” biting down on his lip. “you’re dripping.” rubbing you through your panties , you moaned.

“plea-please fuck me.”

“not yet princess.” pulling your panties down your legs , he lifted your hips up , throwing your legs over his shoulders , kissing in between your thighs. “want to eat your pretty pussy.”

feeling his lips on your cunt , licking your folds. “fuck tonie.” you tugged at his hair , he groaned against your pussy , your legs digging into his bag. “fuck that feels good.”

his plump lips wrapping around your tiny clit; you clutched the sheets. “you taste so fucking good.” he spit on your folds , licking a fat stripe up his folds. “such a pretty pussy.”

two of his fingers curling up inside you suddenly making your eyes widened , a loud moan falling from your lips as he fingered you. “ton.” you cursed. “m’gonna cum!”

“cum for me.” he sped up. “cum all over my fingers.”

his cock now begging to be released as you rode his fingers. “there we go.” he said softly , unbuckling his pants. “such a good girl.” he kissed your clit , pulling away to get rid of his clothes.

“you look so pretty , all fucked out for me.” rubbing his cock along your folds , pushing just his tip inside; you moaned. “you’re so pretty baby -fuck- sucking me in like this.”

he slowly pushed his cock in , stretching you out. “fuck.” he cursed , holding your waist as he fully bottomed out. “you’re so fucking tight.”

your cunt fluttered around his cock as he began to move , his cock sawing in and out of you. “tonie.”

“hmm.” he kised your neck , his cock hitting that spot , he smirked seeing your eyes roll back. “speak to me pretty , how can i help you?” his big hand coming to toy with your nipples.

“fa-faster..”

“faster?” he chuckled in your ear. “you want me to go faster?” you nodded , pleas fall from your cock drunk lips. “okay princess.”

his pace fastening , his name falling from your lips like a mantra. “you feeling good, baby?” you could barely understand what he was saying. “you gonna cum for me?”

“cum for me , be a good girl and cum.”

you came with his name on your lips , he cursed , cock twitching inside you as he reached his peak as well. “fuck.” his face dipping into your neck as he came down.

he took a good look at you , eyes glazed over. “you with me princess?” not getting an answer , you were too far gone. “it’s okay baby.” kissing your cheek.

“take your time , i’ll take care of you.”

“i always will.”

You looked so peaceful on the couch, sleeping soundly. Nico quietly stepped out of his shoes and put his things away, careful not to wake you. All the while, your boyfriend was eyeing you.

Dressed in a sheer tee and panties in an attempt to stay cool, you looked mouth-watering. Nico crept closer, remembering the conversation you and he had where you gave him permission to touch you in your sleep.

Nico watched your face when he lowered to the couch, fully expecting you to wake up when he carefully slipped your panties off.

"I don't know. It turns me on, you fucking me awake," you'd told him before, and Nico had gotten so hard he couldn't see straight.

It just meant you trusted him deeply with your body. And Nico got off to that. The connection he had with you was indescribable. Your total surrender, only getting pleasure from him.

Nico's hands gently traced up your body, under your tee, which was sticking to you slightly because of the light sheen of sweat on your skin. He gingerly pulled it over your head and dropped it to the floor, situating himself between your legs.

To Nico's surprise, you still didn't wake when he palmed your sex. He started to debate if fingers in your cunt might pull you out of sleep and selfishly, Nico wanted only to wake you with his cock.

Slicking his length with his saliva, which was already painfully hard in his hand from seeing you pliant beneath him, Nico fitted his cock into your entrance and pushed in, inch-by-inch, feeling your velvet walls give way.

You still didn't move, which both annoyed and relieved Nico. On the one hand, he thought penetrating you would wake you right up, having to stretch to accomodate him. On the other, you staying asleep meant he got to use you exactly as you had asked him to.

Nico propped up on his hands and knees, and eased his cock back and forth in your perfect pussy. Your bodies touched only where he gloved his dick in you. A groan escaped him, then another; Nico knew he wasn't going to last long.

And given you were asleep, he didn't have to worry about how fast he was finishing.

There was a little wet slap every time he thrust, making Nico shake his head that you could still get so wet for him even while you slept. He watched your breasts bounce with his movements and he hissed, "You don't even know how perfect you are."

Nico sped up, grasping your hips and emptying himself inside you, his sounds of pleasure filling the room. Nico's eyes lolled and he blinked to clear his vision, shaking his head. His hair was damp with sweat and the fan made the drops cool on his skin.

Looking down at you, sleeping soundly with a belly full of cum, made Nico decide he was staying right there, his cock still between your folds. He lowered down, pressing a soft kiss on your chest before laying his head in the crook of your neck.

You don't remember what you were dreaming about, only that you felt warm and safe. And full. A little tension stitched your brows.

Nico kept kissing at your neck, the wet pop reaching your ears. Your legs shifted, rubbing against his hips. Nico felt his cock getting hard inside you again (not that he'd gone totally soft while your pussy warmed him), and he thrust forward gently, reflexive to your walls clenching on him.

"Nico," you sighed, slowly waking. Your hands instinctively went to his waist and your eyes opened, a kiss landing on your lips the moment your gazes met.

Nico kissed you with hot intent, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he stroked his cock back and forth in your cunt, biting his lip when you moaned.

"Hear that?" Nico asked, referring to the very wet pop when he bottomed out.

You met his eyes and nodded.

"You're already full of cum, baby."

Arousal flushed through your body and you tightened your thighs on his waist, drawing him into you. Your voice was weak when you asked, "You fucked me and came in me already?"

Nico smirked darkly. "Mmhm."

"How was it?"

"I didn't last long," Nico said with a little chuckle, still arching his hips into you.

You smiled bashfully, earning yourself another kiss. Settling deeper into the couch, you draped your legs on Nico's hips, held onto his arms, and lost yourself in his eyes as he fucked you.

Nico couldn't pull his gaze from you. He eased himself back and forth in your wet, warm pussy, eagerly sucking him back in. Your body was so in love with him and Nico was obsessed with you.

Little nothings spilled from your lips and you bit down to fight them. Nico was so hard and deep, you could feel him in the pit of your stomach. Already being slick with his load turned you on, along with the image of him using you like a vessel for his pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Nico groaned, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, freeing it from your teeth. "Just wanna fuck you for hours. Feel that pussy come on me."

"Do it," you sighed, winding your fingers into his sweaty hair and tugging. "Make me feel you for days."

"Fuck," Nico swore, crashing his lips on yours and kissing you hungrily. The lewd wet squelch when he bottomed out made his cock twitch and he shoved in harder, making you arch up into him.

Curious, you peered up into his dark eyes and asked, "Did you stay in me after you came?"

Nico smirked a little. "Yeah. Filled you up, stayed in, and kept pumping balls deep in you."

"Oh god..."

"Tight fucking pussy didn't let me get soft," Nico whispered hotly, his thrusts coming faster, his hand brushing up your body to palm your breast. "Just wanted to milk more cum outta me, huh?"

You nodded, his words and his voice making your cunt clench on him. Your toes were already curling. Orgasm was on the tip of your tongue.

In the next second, Nico's hand left your breast to wrap around your throat and squeeze. He smacked his hips into yours, driving into you with the intent of finishing you off, and his lips ghosted over yours when he said, "Come for me. Now. Don't make me say it again."

You were sore from his big cock stretching you out, stuffing you full over and over, that you felt like a nerve laid bare, all the stimulation hitting you at once. You felt the pleasure of him deep in your belly hitting the spot just right and at his command you came, your cries cut off by the hand around your throat.

"Good girl," Nico sighed, working you through the orgasm at his steady pace, grunting at the pulsing of your sex on his dick.

If two people were meant to be tangled together, Nico knew in his soul it was you and him.

After hitting the peak, your body shook from the euphoria, your eyes lolling into your head. You realized too late that you'd found purchase in Nico's back, your nails digging into his skin. Nico, of course, was delighted. He lived for the marks you left behind in his flesh; a reminder that he'd buried his cock inside you.

Nico groaned and licked his lips to wet them, kissing you as he kept colliding his hips into yours, your little noises filling his mouth. "I know, baby," he said, loving your whimpers. "Just a little more."

You were right at your limit. Your cunt was sore in the best way, but Nico's stiff cock kept sheathing inside you. If he had his way, he'd keep easing his dick in and out of your pussy until one of you tapped out.

"Please, come," you begged him in a faint whisper.

Nico assessed you a moment, watching your pretty face tense when he thrust in, then your breasts bouncing with his movements. He didn't want it to end, but your body was screaming for a reprieve. Nico grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, and started to fuck you at a relentless pace.

"Take it, baby." His voice was a growl, almost drowned out by your moans and whines. "Almost there. Fucking shit. You're gonna take all of it."

You cried out when his cock kissed your cervix and with another stroke Nico came with a loud groan, painting your walls with another load. You watched his eyes go hazy, his lips parted, his arms shaking as he gripped your hands tighter, the pleasure tearing through his body.

"Fuck," Nico chanted, trying to catch his breath and failing. He was panting. He stayed painfully still, his cock taking it sweet time going soft in you, but once it did, he pulled out and fell back onto the other side of the sofa.

It caught you off-guard; how empty you felt with him no longer filling you, but then you were distracted by his cum slipping out and you quickly rolled to your side and closed your legs.

Nico was there in a flash, steering you onto your back again and, holding your legs together, bent toward your body. "Keep it all in," he whispered darkly.

You let him do as he pleased, because the man had tapped into everyone of your kinks, and all he did was turn you on so bad you couldn't think straight.

Nico couldn't help himself; he cupped your sex, teasing his fingers through your folds and moved your ankles to be on his shoulders just as he locked eyes with you.

You made a little noise and Nico couldn't decipher it so he asked, "Sore?"

You nodded.

"How sore?"

"If you put your dick in me again right now I'd probably die," you quipped.

Nico chuckled. "Lucky for you, my balls are empty at the moment. Thanks to you."

You bit your lip, staring at his handsome face damp with sweat and flushed with heat, and thinking, This sexy motherfucker...

Nico cocked his head and asked, "If you're so sore, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I can't help it."

Two fingers slowly pressed into your swollen cunt and you gripped the sofa in your fists, crying out his name in a mix of surprise and fuck how could it hurt so good?

"tony" you murmured, stepping into the dim, neon-lit room. "i brought you some dinner. you haven't eaten since—"

"i told you not to come here today" he cut you off, his voice flat, ice-cold, and entirely devoid of the gentle warmth he usually saved just for you. he didn't even turn around to look at you.

"i know, but you weren't answering your texts and i got worried" you said softly, walking over to set the bag on the small coffee table behind his desk. "just take a five-minute break, okay? you need to breathe."

anton let out a sharp, ugly scoff, finally spinning his chair around. his eyes were bloodshot, his long hair messy, and the glare he leveled at you made you freeze in your tracks.

"are you deaf?" he snapped, his voice rising, sharp and biting in the quiet studio. "i said i was busy. do you not have anything better to do than follow me around like a lost dog? i'm trying to actually work, and you're just standing there suffocating me. you're so fucking needy."

the words hit you like a physical slap. anton had never, ever spoken to you like that.

"i... i just wanted to bring you food" you whispered, your throat tightening instantly. the sudden sting of tears prickled your eyes, and before you could blink them away, a heavy drop spilled down your cheek.

you tried to swallow the sob rising in your chest, but it came out as a broken, pathetic hiccup. you immediately looked down, hating yourself for being so sensitive, your mind instantly spiraling into the worst thoughts.

"i'm sorry" you choked out, your voice trembling as you began to completely tear yourself down out of sheer panic and hurt. "i'm stupid. i'm so stupid, i always do this. i'm just annoying and i ruin everything... i'm sorry for being a burden, anton. i'll just—i'll go."

you wiped your face roughly with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to laugh it off, trying to act like your chest wasn't caving in. "it's fine, really. i'm just being dramatic. eat the food when you're done."

you turned around to grab the doorknob, your hands shaking so badly you could barely grip the metal.

but before your fingers could twist it, two big, heavy hands clamped onto your waist from behind, pulling you back against a broad chest.

the anger in anton's posture evaporated the second he heard your voice break. seeing you standing there, crying and literally calling yourself stupid and annoying because he had snapped—it completely shattered him. the stress that had been clouding his brain vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, suffocating wave of guilt.

"hey— no, wait. stop" anton panted, his voice completely different now—thick, panicked, and desperate. he turned you around in his grip, forcing you to face him, but you kept your head ducked, refusing to let him see how ruined you looked.

"look at me, baby. please" he begged, his large hands moving up to cup your face, his long fingers wiping the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. when you tried to pull away, he just held you tighter, pulling your forehead against his chest. "fuck, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean it. i swear to god i didn't mean any of it."

"no, you're right" you sobbed against his shirt, your hands clutching his wrists to try and push him away. "i shouldn't have come. i'm just annoying—"

"stop saying that" he choked out, his own voice cracking as he buried his face in your hair. he was holding you so tightly it almost hurt, his big frame trembling with the suddenn fear that he had genuinely broken something between you. "don't say that about yourself. you're not stupid. you're the best thing i have. i'm the one who's a piece of shit. i'm the one who's pathetic for taking my stress out on you when you were just trying to take care of me."

he guided you over to the studio couch, pulling you down into his lap so you were sitting sideways across his thighs. anton didn't care about the music anymore, didn't care about the deadlines. he just wrapped his long arms entirely around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there over and over again until your sobbing began to slow down.

"i'm so sorry, sweetgirl" he murmured, his breath hot and shaky against your skin. "i was so mean to you. you don't deserve that. look how much you're shaking... look what i did to you."

his hands slid under your sweater, his large, warm palms pressing directly against the bare skin of your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. the contrast of his earlier cruelty versus how desperately sweet and worshipful he was being now made your brain feel completely melted.

"tony.." you whispered, hiccuping against his shoulder.

"i've got you," he whispered back, his large fingers tangling in your hair, gently pulling your head back so he could look at you. his eyes were so soft, so completely obsessed and filled with devotion. "let me fix it. let me take care of you now, okay? you've been so good to me, and i was so bad."

he leaned in, kissing your wet eyelids, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, before finally pressing his lips to yours. the kiss wasn't rough or demanding—it was deep, slow, and incredibly sweet, his tongue sliding against yours with a soft, wet rhythm that made you moan quietly into his mouth.

anton groaned at the sound, his hands shifting to grip your thighs, pulling you closer until your pelvis was pressed flush against his. even through his sweatpants, you could feel how hard he already was, his length pulsing thick and heavy against you.

"you're so perfect" he panted against your lips, his fingers digging into the soft meat of your thighs. "so sweet for coming all this way to see me. let me give you what you want. let me make you feel good until you forget i was ever mean to you."

he didn't even wait for you to answer, his hands immediately moving to slip your pants and panties off with reverent, heavy touches, kissing every single inch of skin he exposed like he was begging for your forgiveness with his mouth.

anton groaned as he guided you down onto the leather couch, your bare skin contrasting against the dark material. he kicked his sweatpants away, exposing himself—already thick and weeping with pre-cum from how desperately he needed to feel you. he hovered over you, his tall, broad frame completely blocking out the rest of the dim studio, making you feel so tiny and safe underneath him.

"look at you" he whispered, his voice incredibly thick and deep as he parted your knees, settling his weight right between your thighs. "so beautiful for me. let me come inside, yeah? let me fix this."

he didn't rush. he positioned the blunt head of his shaft against your wet opening and slid inside in one slow, agonizingly deep stroke. a shaky sigh escaped your lips, your fingers immediately curling into his shoulders as his length filled you completely, stretching your tight walls.

"fuck... you're so warm" anton choked out, his eyes closing for a second as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "you fit me so perfectly, sweetgirl. such a good girl for taking me so easily."

he started moving in a long, rolling rhythm, his hips grinding slow and heavy against yours. every thrust was deliberate, meant to worship you, not hurt you. he reached up with both hands, bunching the hem of your shirtand pushing it up to your collarbone to expose your breasts. anton's gaze darkened, his breath hitching at the sight of your flushed skin.

"so pretty" he murmured, leaning down to bury his face in your chest. he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it sweetly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until you were whimpering, your head rolling back against the couch cushions. he switched to the other side, using his teeth just enough to make you gasp, his thumb sliding down between your bodies at the same time.

his long fingers easily found your swollen clit, his thumb pressing down and rubbing in small, rhythmic circles that perfectly matched the slow pace of his hips.

the double stimulation was too much. you sobbed out his name, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper. "anton— ah, tony, please—"

"i'm right here. i've got you" he whispered against your skin, his voice raspy and full of devotion. he kept his movements steady, fucking you with that agonizingly slow, deep friction while his thumb kept working against your wet nub. "you're doing so well for me, baby. look how pretty your face gets when you're melting like this. i love the way you feel around my cock. so tight."

every time you whimpered, he kissed the sound straight out of your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours in a lazy, deep rhythm. he kept praising you, telling you how perfect you were, how much he loved your body, until all the lingering hurt from earlier completely dissolved into pure, heavy pleasure.

"that's it, cum for me" he groaned, feeling your muscles begin to twitch and clench frantically around him. he sped up just a fraction, his pelvis slamming a little harder against yours, his thumb applying just enough pressure to send you over the edge. "show me how much you like it. let me feel you squeeze me."

you moaned into his shoulder as your body shattered, a heavy, soaking climax clamping down hard around his entire length. the intense pulling of your walls broke whatever restraint anton had left. he let out a low, shaky groan, burying his face in your neck as he delivered three more deep, unyielding thrusts, bottoming out completely against your womb before his own body seized up.

he came hard, filling you up with thick, hot pulses of semen, his hips stuttering against yours as he emptied himself inside you.

afterward, he didn't pull away. he collapsed his weight carefully onto his elbows so he wouldn't crush you, his chest heaving as he panted against your skin. he kept his thumb gently resting against your sensitive core, his other hand sliding up to smooth your messy hair away from your face.