#anton lee

In your tiny, brick-walled studio apartment, Anton was all wrong. He was too tall to fit on your single bed, too loud for your neighbours, and too clumsy to be left alone around your things.

Anton leant back down towards your cunt.

He poked out his tongue and swirled it over your pussy lips, jabbing at your clit and then licking down to your hole. His movements were too harsh, and yet somehow also ticklish.

When he prodded his tongue into you, you winced.

You and Anton had been at this for the best part of an hour. He’d started with his hands, clumsily fingering you with his big, thick fingers. Then, he got down on his knees and buried his face between your thighs.

Anton sighed. “My jaw hurts. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

No matter how many times he tried, Anton just couldn’t make you come. In the early months of dating, Anton had seen it as fun challenge. He’d tried to fuck you in a hundred different ways - in the bed, on the kitchen counter, against a wall, even once in a jacuzzi after dark, just to see if one of them would hit the spot.

The problem was, none of them did.

You and Anton had been dating for a whole year now, and the routine was getting stale. You had orgasmed on your own many times, and even your first boyfriend could to make you come. But there was something about Anton that meant you couldn’t orgasm, no matter how attractive you found him, or how much you liked him.

The disconnect had seeped out of the bedroom and started affecting the rest of your life with Anton. You no longer found his antics funny, and his cocky attitude was just annoying. You couldn’t help but notice that he also didn’t look at you with the same hunger as he did when you first started dating.

“Why don’t you just stop, Anton. I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight.”

Anton frowned. “No.”

He reached forwards and pushed two fingers into your pussy again. He scissored his fingers into you, pushing at the soft, squishy ridges on the inside of your cunt.

You felt the beginnings of pleasure build inside of you. It was a like a low rumbling, pre-historic, almost forgotten. But almost as soon as it began to wax into something you could enjoy, it waned, and disappeared forever.

You could feel your pussy drying up, and soon, the friction of Anton’s fingers inside you felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

You pushed him away from your thighs.

Anton sat up. The bottom half of his face was gleaming, and his lips were rubbed raw, a dark pink. He was hunched over, muscled arms crossed over his chest. He always had the worst posture.

Anton looked worn out. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his curls were matted with sweat against his forehead.

To be fair, Anton had been trying his best to get you off. You began to feel sorry for him. You were thinking about sucking his dick for a while as a reward for all of his effort.

But then, Anton’s face twisted into something unrecognisable.

“You know, Y/n. Maybe there’s something wrong with you. I’ve never had this problem with girls before. And I’ve been with a lot of them. A lot.”

There was a stern edge to his voice that you’d rarely heard. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.

You scowled. “Great. Why don’t you talk more about all the women you’ve fucked. That’s definitely going to get me wet.”

Anton rolled his eyes. “You’re so… immature.”

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and let out a shaky breath.

“I just can’t relax when I’m with you, Anton. You don’t… listen. I’ve asked you to meet my parents fifteen times, and you keep making up lame excuses not to. Do you even want to be with me?”

You were acutely aware that you were still naked. But the blanket had fallen down onto the floor beside Anton, and you didn’t want to get close to him to reach it.

“Ha.” Anton laughed, with no humour on his face. “So you can’t cum because I said no to meeting your parents? That is some fucked up logic, Y/n. Stop being such a girl.”

For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.

You flopped back onto the mattress and flung your arm over your face, covering your eyes.

“Let’s just call it,” you murmured. You weren’t sure if you were talking about this evening, or your whole relationship.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your ankle.

Anton pulled you to the edge of the bed, sliding you effortlessly across the sheets, as if you were a doll, not a person.

You yelped at the sudden movement.

When you pulled your arm away from your face, you gasped.

Anton was standing at the edge of the bed, holding his heavy cock in his hand, and stroking it. Somehow, in the last few seconds, he had removed his sweatpants, and was now silently jerking himself off, eyes glued to your cunt.

“What are you doing?” you asked, covering your pussy with your hands. You felt heat warm your cheeks.

“Don’t I get to cum tonight?” he said, his black eyes wobbling.

You sighed, and let your head fall back down against the mattress. “I guess so.”

Anton positioned himself between your thighs. Then, he pushed his cock into you without any warning. He penetrated you deep, right to the brim all in one go, and began to thrust.

There was no talking as you fucked.

Anton leaned forwards and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them in each of his big hands. He held onto your breasts for stability as he jerked into you, hips slapping against you.

Each time your nipples brushed against his palm, you felt little sparkles of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough to make you wet. Your orgasm was like a mirage, shimmering on the horizon, but disappearing as soon as you neared it.

You could feel your cunt getting drier by the minute, and you knew Anton could feel it too.

The sex was awkward. You kept your head turned to the side, trying not to look at him. Every time your eyes accidentally locked, one of you blushed and looked away.

The only sounds in the room were the knocking of the headboard against the wall, and the clinking of Anton’s silver necklace as it swung against his chest with each thrust.

His penis was warm and heavy, pushing you from the inside, forcing you to stretch around him. It hurt, even though he’d done this with you a hundred times.

There was a burn in your inner thighs as you kept your legs spread. You don’t know how much longer you could do this.

Anton screwed his eyes shut and fucked into you faster, chasing his own release. You were little more than a warm hole to him. You felt tears push against your eyes, threatening to spill.

He let out a low grunt.

Anton pulled out of you without warning, and came all across your stomach. You felt a hot liquid splash across the mound of your pussy and drip down your thighs.

Anton jerked his angry red cock rapidly, hunched over your body, as more cum shot out in short bursts. You could feel some leaking onto your navel, then soaking into your pubic hair.

There was so much cum it was almost obscene. Anton was letting it spill all over you with wild abandon. It was like he made a mess on you on purpose, just to show off that he could orgasm and you couldn’t. It was mean, but that’s what Anton was like.

You felt sticky and used, but still wound up tight. After all, you didn’t get to cum.

Anton sighed, his body relaxing.

He took at long look at your sprawled out form, his expression unreadable.

Anton pushed himself off you and stood up. He paced around the room, picking up his discarded clothes and dressing himself. He pulled on his varsity jacket.

You lay on the bed, unmoving, with Anton’s cum cooling and beginning to dry on your naked body. He sat on the edge of the bed and laced up his shoes.

Without handing you a towel to clean up or saying a word, Anton walked to the door of your apartment and left. He slammed the door behind him.

You stayed on your back for far too long, looking up at the cracks on the exposed brick.

Seconds faded into minutes. You could hear the muffled laughter of the neighbours coming through the wall. They sounded happy. You don’t remember the last time you felt that way.

The door clicked open.

You lifted your head up off the mattress and looked towards the door. It was Anton. His cheeks were whipped red and his jacket dark with rain.

“Did you forget something?” you asked.

Anton strode into the centre of the room, his eyes alight.

“Get up,” he said, pulling you up by your arm.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your arm as he lifted your entire weight, making you yelp.

Anton pulled you towards him and captured your mouth in a rough kiss, as if he was trying to force life into you through his lips. His tongue was warm and wet as it pushed into your mouth.

He bit into the soft plumpness of your lips, drawing blood.

“I love you,” he whispered, his hands gripping onto your waist like a life raft. “I want to do whatever it takes to make this work.”

Your head was spinning from the sudden switch in his behaviour. You were acutely aware that you were still bare before him. Your nipples brushed against the rough fabric of his jacket.

You tried to kiss him back and match the rhythm of his lips, but he was too much, too fast.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” Anton said, voice tight.

Before you had a chance to say anything, Anton turned you around and pushed you down onto the bed, so that you were on all-fours, with your butt exposed to him. You thought about how your pussy might look from behind, and blushed.

Anton climbed onto the bed behind you and kneaded the soft flesh of your ass.

You heard the sound of a belt buckle clinking, and then suddenly, you felt Anton’s heavy, firm cock prod against the back of your thigh. You were surprised that he was erect again so soon.

“I’m gonna make you come this time, baby. I promise,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips.

You’d never fucked doggy style with Anton before. It felt strange, being on your hands and knees like this. Vulnerable.

When Anton pushed his cock into your vagina, you cried out.

He fucked you with a new determination, grabbing onto your hips and pummelling you from behind.

Anton was moaning, almost pornographically, as he jerked his cock into you, pelvis smacking against your ass.

You knew this should turn you on. Any girl would give a year of their life to trade places with you - to get a chance to be fucked by such a handsome and athletic guy. But somehow, you just couldn’t enjoy it.

The force of Anton’s thrusts increased until your arms gave out, and your chest hit the mattress with a soft thump. You turned your head to the side and rested it on the pillow.

You let your eyes slip shut as you were rocked back and forth by his rhythmic thrusting.

With your eyes closed, your mind started to wander. You went to a place, buried deep, where you didn’t normally allow yourself to go.

A flash of dark hair.

Wide eyes.

Prominent collarbones. Whimpers when you kissed them.

You felt sparkles of pleasure travel up your legs and to your core. Just like that, Anton’s cock inside you started to feel pleasurable. You heard a loud moan escape your lips.

You screwed your eyes tighter shut, desperately trying to grasp onto the image in your mind’s eye.

Broad, tanned shoulders.

Wet lips pressed against your ear and whispers of sweet nothings.

A slender cock that curved to the side and squeezed your cunt just right.

Wonbin.

All the memories of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back. With them came a gush of wetness soaking your pussy, and coating Anton’s cock in slick.

Wonbin shattered your heart into a million pieces and then smiled like he didn’t even know he had hurt you. That was two years ago, but the wound still felt fresh.

Anton must have felt the slickness in your pussy, because he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusting. He started to glide in and out of you like hot butter.

He curved his arm around to your front and started to rub harsh, tight circles on your clit.

“Just like that,” You moaned, the sound half muffled by a pillow.

You started to push your hips back against Anton, meeting him at each of his thrusts.

It may have been Anton’s cock inside you, but it was Wonbin in your mind, egging you on, coaxing your orgasm to the surface.

You thought about how Wonbin would go down on you for hours, till your cunt was sticky with slick and trembling with aftershocks. He wouldn’t come up for air, not even when you tugged his hair and dug your nails into his smooth, muscled back.

The pleasure in your cunt started to build again. Slowly at first, then rushing to a crescendo.

“I’m going to-” you gasped, your breath caught in your throat. Your orgasm crashed into you like a train, exploding over every inch of your body.

Anton must have felt how your pussy started to clench around his cock, squeezing him vice-tight. He groaned in surprise. The feeling was too intense for him, and before he knew it, he was coming too. He spilled into your hot, wet cunt.

“Fuck!” he grunted. The force of his own orgasm surprised him.

His cum mixed with your juices and dripped down your trembling thighs.

Anton pulled his dick out of you and slumped onto the bed. Sweaty. Exhausted. Jubilant.

Your eyes were still shut. You knew that when you opened them, he would disappear, and you wanted more than anything to hold onto that memory for a moment longer.

Anton pulled you towards him, manoeuvring you so that your body was pressed into his side.

“I did it,” he said, kissing your hair. “I finally fucking did it.”

You opened your eyes and turned to look at Anton’s face. His brown, simple eyes stared back at you.

“You did it,” you whispered.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before lying back down and nuzzling against him.

What Anton doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you thought, before drifting off to sleep.

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༄ "Imagine all the things I'd to you... how pretty you'd look when you..."

For him, dirty talk (or talking in general) is foreplay. It gives him such good mental stimulation, especially when you talk dirty to him. Maybe he'll even love to bicker with you about who gets to do what to whom or who gets to be the dom or sub, he can be a bit competitive in that regard :p

༄ "God, baby, your hands feel so good around me"/"God, baby, you feel so good"

A total hands freak, he loves being touched or felt up by you and feeling you with his hands. His hands roaming all over your body, exploring every aspect. He also gets riled up feeling your hands all over him in return.

༄ "That's it baby, you're doing so well for me"

He loves it when you give him handjobs, your pretty tiny fingers wrapped around his cock makes him see stars and tremble under you, praising you in a breathy voice. And he will return the favour, watching you squirm around him, knowing how he figuratively and literally got you wrapped around his finger.

༄ "Agh~ that's it baby, you're taking me so well~"

Anton who is LOUUUUD when you go down on him or ride him, making all sorts of noises, he likes being loud, hating the idea of being silent or just grunting during sex. He likes being expressive and will let you know how much he enjoys it.

༄ "Aww, baby, you're doing all the work, you must be so tired! Here, let me help you, just sit back and relax~"

Anton who is a true switch at heart and likes going along the flow. He likes to both give and receive, he hates being and having a selfish partner and prefers when there is no strict dom/sub dynamic, just two people enjoying and going along the flow in bed.

༄ "Come on, baby, don't be shy, be louder! Tell me you enjoy it~"

Anton who now expects you to be as noisy as him when he goes down on you or is on top of you, wanting to hear you, anything from you, whether it is whimpers, moans, or full sentences or even his name in a breathy whisper, it keeps him going.

༄ "Shush, baby, you're being too loud, don't make me silence you~"

Anton who also likes the idea of silence so he expects you to whisper or make breathy noises. A decibel higher and he's gagging you with a gag or anything he can get his hands on. On the other hand, if you try to silence or gag him, he'll prolly get all pouty and whiny, puppy loves being noisy after all :3

༄ "Come on, baby, you're strong! It's just a tiny vibrator, you're big enough to take it~"

Anton who is open to using sex toys and will happily tease you through it. Pressing a vibrator against you while praising you throughout, sweetly talking you through your orgasms, shushing you if you whine about how overwhelming it is.

༄ "Ah~ baby, it's too much... please..."

Anton who also is open to let you use toys on him. Whimpering and groaning as the vibrator presses against his sensitive tip, overstimulating him relentlessly. Anton who sounds so cute, yet so pathetic, he loves letting you know how much he loves it.

༄ "I thought you can take it, why are you whining now, slut."

Anton who can and will degrade you during sex. Sometimes he gets carried away and can be rougher and harsher. Spanking you as he calls you all sorts of names while going at it from behind. The same puppy boyfriend who kisses you on the cheek and shyly giggles will not shy away from degrading.

༄ "Hah~ I'm sorry, I'll be a good puppy for you..."

Anton who gets all whiny when degraded, whimpering and begging when you are on top. He loves hearing all sorts of filthy things coming out from your mouth and directed at him, his brain turns into mush right away.

༄ "What if we try [insert some unconventional, taboo-ish kink]? It'll be fun to try it out at least once!"

Anton who has a rather unpredictable set of kinks and is down for anything. He loves experimenting, wanting to try at least one out-of-pocket, unconventional kink every once in a while. It doesn't matter whether it is on you or on him, he just enjoys the thrill of experimenting.

༄ "Come on baby, just another round! I'm sure you can take it, please, I promise it'kk be quick!"

Like I said, Anton has an unpredictable sex drive and once he's at it, chances of him ready for a round 2 is also there. So, he would probably enjoy a good second round, as long as you are ready for it. It gives him a massive adrenaline rush after all.

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