#antony x reader

Antony x Reader

Summery: Reader is anxious about the relationship because work and trainign has gotten in the way of quality time spent togheter.

Warning: 18+ Explicit description of sexual activity, but also very cute smut!!

Coming Home Forever

I was already asleep by the time Anotny came home from his game last night. I was up watching it on TV, jumping around the living room and hollering at his game tying goal against Tottenham. I was sure to hear about it from the neighbors upstairs. 

I woke up with Antony next to me in bed. He was snoring away peacefully. My job had me up before sunrise so I didn't want to wake him. I left a lipstick stain on his forehead to remember me by.

I spent the day in the office pondering about the fact that Anotny and I barely got to spend any quality time together. His constant training and my constant working at the law firm, had us both torn away from each other. I got a text from him around lunchtime. "I'm gonna pay you back for putting lipstick on me ;)." It read and had me smiling at my phone.

I returned home from the office that day with an anxious knot in my stomach. What if our hours spent apart would be the end of us? I mean, we barely went on date nights anymore, not like we used to do every Saturday at the beginning of our relationship. However, that was three years ago, we've been together for two years. We have gotten so used to each other that the thrill of dating wasn't necessary anymore since we already knew everything about each other.

"I'm home!" I shouted as I entered the apartment. I always shout to announce my presence. If Antony doesn't answer me he's away training or…I entered the living room to see him asleep in front of the TV. He has a blanket warped up to his neck and a bowl of cereal, with only the milk remaining, was placed on top of the coffee table.

 I smiled as I approached the couch. Antony looks so sweet when he sleeps, so peaceful and still, contrary to his behavior when he is awake. I grabbed the bowl of cereal and dumped it in the kitchen sink. I'll rinse it off once I've gotten out of my work clothes, I thought. 

I went to remove my heels in the bedroom and stripped myself of the pantsuit I was wearing. A must wear at the law firm where I worked. I thought pantsuits were hideous though, they made me look like a black wanna be Hillary Clinton.

I jumped in the shower real quick to freshen up. Once I'm out, I go to tie my braids into a neat bun. I rubbed lotion on my body before putting on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, no bra.

"Babe?"

I'm in the kitchen rinsing off the cereal bowl when I hear him calling.

"Yes Antony?"

"I didn't know you were home already, come here." He said.

"Just a second!" I feel the knot in my stomach return. The anxious feeling had disappeared when I stood in the shower, but hearing his voice again after being apart from each other all day, made it return.

"Yes baby?" I appear in the door frame to the living room. A smile brauden his lips when he sees me in my sweatpants and tank top, braless and all. By the looks of it he likes what he sees.

"Come here." He said, patting his knee. He wore a pair of manchester shorts and a Gucci t-shirt.

I bit my lip realizing where he was implying me to sit. "But I'm doing the dishes." I said, declining his offer this way.

His expression remained the same, hungry and determined, no trace of sleep from his previous nap. "Come here." He repeated, this time, removing the remote control so that he could spread his legs, welcoming me.

"No." I shook my head, although realizing what it was doing to him. "Wait for me to finish the dishes." I said and before he could protest I returned to the kitchen.

My heart was in my throat when I went to turn on the water. There were no dishes left in the sink, still I stood there, wondering what I had just done, why I had denied him in this way. I loved snuggling with him on the couch, next to sex it was the best thing about our relatioship. Snuggling time on the couch meant a pause from our busy lives, a time to just embrace one another and just be in love. Why was I ruining snuggling time, I thought. Was I doubting my love for Antony?

I yelp when a pair of strong hands goes to wrap around my waist.

"So you'd rather do the dishes than be with me eh?" His front presses against my back, with his erection poking me in the ass

"Antony." I gasped. 

He went to tilt my head with a hand to my throat. Soft kisses were planted down my neck.

"I didn't mean…"

He goes to turn off the running water, chuckling at the fact that there aren't any dishes in the sink. "Is this you teasing me or something?" He mumbles into the skin below my ear. His hands were eager, already finding their way underneath my shirt, squeezing my breast with the palm of his hands. I sway in his arms as it is difficult to stand still. 

"Antony please." 

He groans something inaudible and continues to suck on the sensitive skin on my neck, marking his territory. He moves up to my jaw where he stops to tilt my head back with his hand around my neck. Our eyes meet and I can see the excitement my refusal has caused him. However, his expression mellows at the sight of my tears. "What's wrong?" He lets go of my jaw as if my skin suddenly burnt his hand.

"Nothing, I…" My voice is thick in my throat. "I just have to go to the bathroom."

"Babe?" 

He follows me when I storm out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

"Babe stop." He grabs a hold of my arm, preventing me from going any further.

I turn around to face him.

"Don't run away. Tell me what's wrong."

I bow my head to look at my feet. "Nothing is wrong." I muttered.

"No? Then how come you don't want to sit with me on the couch?" 

His smell ambushes my nostrils as he pulls me into his embrace. My forehead knocks against his chest.

"Please look at me." He said.

I lift my head so that my chin rests against his chest. A thumb, his thumb, goes to dry my unwanted tears. I close my eyes when his lips are pressed against mine. 

"I missed you last night." I said.

" I missed you too, '' he smiled, '' but I have a game every Thursday and you know this."

"I do," I sighed, a slight shame washing over me. I know that I was being silly. I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my face in his chest. " I missed you anyway." 

We stayed this way for a minute or two, just swaying in each other's arms. I hadn't felt this close to him in weeks, no wonder he had been so eager hearing that I was home, we had barely touched each other in a month, no sex whatsover.

"I'm sorry I…" I let go of his waist and pulled away in order to face him. "...I shouldn't have lied about the dishes." I said. 

Antony wears a smile when he looks at me, his shoulders rises when he starts to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I frown, however his smile is contagious. 

Anony hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. "You, you are funny and that's why I love you."

"You love me?" 

His brows furrowed. "Yes I love you, don't you love me?"

I have no words. For a minute I believed him to really be angry with me, to doubt my love for him, but then his face relaxed into a smile again. I yelp when he wrestles me down on the couch. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I gasped as he further pressed his leg between my thighs, jerking it upwards in one aggressive motion. His narrowed eyes targeted my neck but when he tilted his head a firm hand forced my spine to arch upwards, inviting him to bury his face between my breasts.

"Antony." I moaned.

"Mhm?" He muttered somewhere below. His hand krept under my shirt. I whimpered when my nipple was twisted between his fingers, sending a thousand electrical shots to my nerve endings.

"Fuck me." I sighed.

He paused to raise his head. "I knew you'd beg for it." 

Antony's eager hands went to push my panties to the side, revealing my glossy flesh, already wet and swollen for his thumb that circulated its entrance. I whimpered as the pressure was applied.

"Antony please." 

"Shh." He hushed. "Relax."

I bit my lip and squinted my toes. It was just too much.

"You're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful." He said, tracing soft kisses along my collarbone.

"Kiss me." My words were airy and needy, but his soft lips against mine had been perfect in every way. Antony's hand kept moving between my thighs, his thumb stroking me gently. He kissed me open mouthed, drowning me and devouring me in his sweet sweet taste. I raised my hands above my head for him to pull off my shirt, it was tossed into a corner along with his own. 

"I scored a goal for you last night babe." He said as his fingers were busy twisting inside of me. "Did you see it? I did that celebration you like, with the heart above my head. Did you see…"

"Yes, yes, now make me come." 

"As you wish." 

Antony increased his movement by pumping in and out of me with forceful action. I cried out in triumph once I reached my peak, arching my back above the cuchens. His fingers were pulled out of me and left soaked in the fluids of my trembling orgasm. I was not given a moment to catch my breath before he had adjusted himself in between me, his erect flesh pressing down on me hard as if he was trying to revive my body with his penis. I gasped into the night, my fingernails clawing down his sweaty back. His forceful thrusts dug deep, pressing my back flat against the cuchens on the couch. He finished with his head resting in the crease of my neck, whispering nonsense against my warm skin. 

I was cold and sticky once he pulled out of me. The senseless act had left us with a slight feeling of shame, as if what we had just done was something primitive and unspeakable. A shameful act that belonged to the animal kingdom and the animal kingdom only. 

The orgsamic fog left us and the world and its current state returned to us like the breaking dawn. Antony lifted his head once or twice to kiss my nose, my lips and my earlobe.

"Let's go to bed." He said.

"No." I shook my head, wrapping my nacked legs around his hips. "I want to sleep here like this, with you inside of me, forever.

"Forever?" He chuckled.

"Forever." I nod.

Tattoo Part 1 - Antony x Reader

Summary - A two part series where Antony is a friend of a friend who owns a tattoo shop. It's where you go to get your first tattoo and the two of you really hit it off. You later meet at a party where the two of you hook up.

Enjoy!

You stood outside of the tattoo shop. It was late. The street lights had just turned on. Your friends number lit up the display as your phone buzzes in your hand.

"Hello?...Where are you?..What do you mean you're not coming?...I can't go in there on my own. What if I pass out?

You sighed once you hung up. Your friend was stuck at work, the same work you just fought to get out of.

After some anxious thought you decide to enter the shop, a bell ringing above your head as you do.

"Hello?"

The shop looked closed since it was empty of people, although low music was heard playing in the distance.

"Anybody here?" The sound of your heels echoed as you crossed the room in search of a person.

"In hear." A voice shouted, a male voice.

"Where?" You frowned, having a hard time locating the voice.

"Around back."

You walked around back, to what appeared to be the shops darkroom. The walls were covered in inked art and a tattoo bed was set up in the middle of the room. The music was louder in here but not loud enough to enjoy you. There was movement in the corner of your eye. You turned your head and was met by a man dressed in black.

"Hi."

His hair was bleached blonde and several tattoos covered his rolled up sleeves.

"Hi,  I'm Antony, you must be Luna's friend..."

"Y/N" you said shaking the hand he offered you. He had a firm grip, but soft as he wore rubber gloves.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. I just finished laying out the sketches you sent me. I'm ready to go if you are?" He eyed the tattoo bed for you to take a seat. You did so reluctantly.

"So where do you want it?" He said, getting straight to business by pulling a chair up to where you sat.

"Well I don't want any one at work to see. So somewhere that's not visible, perhaps just above my rib cage but along side, just underneath my arm.

Antony raised a brow.

"I just really don't want anyone to see it." You chuckled.

"As you wish, but you're gonna have to get undressed for that."

"Excuse me?" You frowned, watching him load his ink pen.

"Well, how else am I gonna be able to get to the spot?" He said, ink pen ready in his hand.

"Oh, right." You blushed.

"Just lift up your shirt and unhook your bra, that should be enough. "

You were a bit taken back by how bluntly he spoke to you, as if you were another patient at the dentist or something. Slowly you lifted up your shirt to the point where your breast began. Antony showed no reaction to the fact that you wore no bra. Your shirt didn't require one since the rough fabric helped cover your nipples anyhow.

"Just move your arm a bit." He said,  directing how you should sit, almost like a photographer, making you pose in front of the camera.

"You can rest your arm behind your head.  Bring it down whenever you get tired."

"You must do this alot huh?" You said, in attempt to lighten the mood. However Antony was none-responsive, shrugging your words away. This didn't help, especially since you could feel yourself freaking out a bit as the sound of the ink pen got closer to your ear.

"Why are you shaking?"

Everything paused for a second. No music and no sound of the ink pen.

You realize that you had been squinting your eyes shut and open them to find Antony starring down at you where you lay on the tattoo bed.

"I'm sorry I..." you were quick to sit, your shirt sliding down your belly. "I think this was a bad idea, I should probably..." You attempted to jump off the tattoo bed, but carefully, since you didn't want to break your heels. But that's when you felt a hand around your wrist, Antony's arm.

"It's your first tattoo, isn't it?"

It was intense, the way his eyes held your gaze. They made you crumble.

"Is it that obvious." You said, your gaze shifting to the floor.

"You should have told me."

Antony let's go of your wrist and you look up to see him flash a shy smile at you.

"I probably should have. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Just lay back down and I'll take it slow."

You did as he said, for some reason seduced by the way he ordered you around. There was no resuming of the music, it was replaced by the sound of Antony's hand on your skin and his rubber gloves rolled up the hem of your shirt, stopping at your breast, revealing a hint of underboob.

"I'm turning on the pen now." He said, preparing you for what's to come.

"Okay." You whispered. The sound made you jump a little. However Antony didn't move a muscle until he felt you relax again.

"I'm going to put it to your skin now."

You nodded your answer, too busy squinting your eyes, bracing for impact.

"Ahh." You weezed, as there was a burning sensation.

"Just tell me to stop and I'll stop. " He said. And for some reason you really believed him. You were sure enough that a man like him would never lie to you. Ever.

The session went on without interruption. Despite the horrific first impression, Antony had made you feel really comfortable and the result showed that he was a really talented tattoo artist.

"Can you stand in those?" He said, referring to your heels. He help you up from the tattoo bed as you felt a little lightheaded getting up by yourself.

"Probably not." You chuckled. To your surprise Antony bent down to remove your heels, one foot at the time. You were so moved by the action that you were stunned for words. However Antony just smiled and asked if he could get you some water.

"Yes please." You said and made sure to text your friend to come pick you up.

Once you downed the glass of water you were good to go. Your friend was waiting for you in her car parked down the street. All that was left to do was for you to pay for the tattoo.

"No charge." Antony said, refusing to take the money you offered to him at the door.

"What? Why?" You frowned. Had you been that bad of a costumer, you thought.

"The first one is always free of charge. That's how I get my costumers to come back." He winked.

"Okay." You said confused, but waved him goodbye as you made your way towards your friends car.

"So how was it?" She asked, firing up the engine, driving away.

Next up: will be three Ruben Dias x Reader requests fused into one story, because they are quite similar and I think it will be really good.😅

Next in line: will be Antony x Reader, a friends with benefits situation. I'm excited to write about him again!

Fanfiction alert!!! 

Take Things Slow - Antony x reader

Summary - Reader wants to take things slow with Antony, however things get a bit heated one night.

Enjoy!

You were taking things slow. Your suggestion, of course. You didn't want your relationship with Antony to get in the way of your studies. It was a big enough adjustment when you two started dating, with him being a pro footballer and all.

You were coming back from a date night, however the rain started pouring out of nowhere and Antony refused for you to return to your appartement with drenched clothes.

"Please just stay the night. I'll drive you home in the morning once this storm has blown over."

You and Antony stood in his bathroom, drying yourselves of with towels.

"Okay." You sighed. It would be the first time you two spent the night together.

He smiled. "I'll get you something dry to wear."

You were happy that he was happy, however, if he thought something was going to happen between you two just because you've decided to spend the night, he was wrong.

Antony returned with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Is this okay?" He asked handing over one of his shirts.

"It's fine. " You said a bit timid as he stood in front of you half naked. This would count as the most intimate encounter between you two. You hadn't done more than kissed and held hands. Although sometimes Antony had made it clear that he wouldn't mind doing more.

"Is it okay if I take a shower?" He said, squeezing past you as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Of course, it's your house." You chuckled.

"I meant whilst your still in here with me." He said, watching you reach for your bag on the sink.

"Oh." You hesitated to grab the bag.

He smiled pulling the curtains to the shower.

Heat rose to your face as his towel was hung over the railing and the shower water was turned on. You were being silly, you thought. He's a grown man and you're a grown woman, why feel so awkward?

You resumed drying yourself off with a towel, eventually wrapping your wet hair with it. You were quick to shimmy out of your damped dress and put on the shirt Antony had given you. It was oversized but just barely. Antony wasn't exactly the tallest guy out there. His shirt on you cut just above your knees, like a cocktail dress. The draft you felt between your legs was less than comfortable, maybe due to the fact that you wore no panties underneath. Your wet thong had been stuffed into the pocket of your bag. Surely you had thought about keeping them on however that might have resulted in an uncomfortable rash.

Hot steam filled the bathroom by the time Antony got out of the shower. He chuckled at the fact that you were quick to look away as his naked reflection met yours in the mirror.

"Could you hand me my deodorant." His voice said behind you. You opened your eyes to find him with the towel wrapped around his waist again.

"I can take the guestroom if that would make you feel less..."

"Don't be silly." You shook your head. in fact you were the one being silly. Antony was practically your boyfriend and here you were acting like a virgin on spring break.

"Are you sure? I don't mind sleeping in..."

"Antony." You sighed. He turned to you and you turned to him. He was at least a head taller than you, so you had to grab his shoulders and weigh on your toes to reach his lips. He was quick to snake a hand around your waist to keep you there.

"Nice ass." He chuckled against your mouth.

You didn't know what he was referring to until you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. The draft between your legs had gotten worse, the reason being Antony's hand around your waist, lifting the back of your shirt, exposing your ass.

"Antony." You squirmed. You tried escaping his grip around you but it only resulted in him railing you in, your back pressed against his front.

"Don't try to run now." He laughed, his lips pressed against your ear.

"Ha ha." You said, as you kept fighting for him to let you go. It turned out to be a game he liked. His hand traveled to your throat, making you face your own reflection in the steamy mirror. You smiled as he bent down to kiss your neck, moving on to kiss your shoulder.

"Antony." You pleaded, but it came off more needy than intended.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop." He mumbled against your hair.

"Fuck." You sighed, feeling his stiff erection poke your back. His kisses on your shoulder quickly turned into love bites, guaranteed to leave marks in the morning. His hands moved eagerly down your body, stopping at the hem of his shirt.

"Antony don't." You gasped.

He lifted the fabric and slipped a hand between your thighs.

"Fuck."

You enjoyed it, you enjoyed it so much, however the two of you had agreed to take things slow. "Please stop." Your voice was lower than a whisper, Antony however seemed to be attentive to your cries of pleasure and your cry for other things.

"I'm sorry." He said, almost pushing you off as he took a step back.

You were quick to turn around and face him, feeling slightly guilty for leading him on with the whole no underwear charade.

"It's not...it's just..." Your chest rose with your heavy breathing.

He shook his head. "Baby you don't have to explain. We agreed to take things slow."

"I know,  but maybe we can do other things?" Your eyes darted at the bulk beneath his towel. You had caused his erection and now you felt guilty for not letting him finish.

Antony stepped forward to grab your face in his hands. There was no sign of frustration in his eyes, just brightness and compassion. "We will do other things, just not right now." He bent down to kiss your nose. "Let's go to bed."

You nodded, your face still stuck between his hands. "Let's go to bed."

Summary - A two part series where Antony is a friend of a friend who owns a tattoo shop. It's were you go to get your first tattoo and the two of you really hit it off. You later meet at a party where the two of you hook up.

Enjoy!

"Who's that guy over there looking at you?"

You spun at your friends words. "Who?" You said, gazing the crowded rooftop. Luna, your friend, knew the guy that owned the penthouse. He apparently threw crazy parties like this one every weekend.

"That guy over there, with the bleached hair."

You turned to where she was pointing towards the bar. Not so discrete, you thought. However That's when you locked eyes with him, Antony, who had done your first tattoo less than a week ago.

"He's totally checking you out. You should go over there." Luna said, nudging you forwards.

"Are you crazy." You hissed, saving yourself from tripping in your cocktail dress. "That's Antony. The guy that did my tattoo."

"Really?" Luna gasped. "He's cute."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I'm going over there."

"Why not, didn't you say that the two of you hit it off?"

"Yes but..."

"No buts. Put yourself out there. Go ask him out." Your friend exclaimed.

"She was known to be the naive one out of the two of you. However she was your only friend out here in Manchester. It hadn't been easy settling down once you found a new job as a secretary, however Luna had made things so much easier.

"I need to pee." You said and left for the bathroom before she could protest.

You really didn't need to pee. It was just an excuse to get back inside. The nightly cold krept under your dress after an hour out on the rooftop. So you stayed in the bathroom, taking the opportunity to powder your nose and apply more lipstick. You turned in the mirror to check out your tattoo. Your dress had a cut out back so it was visible, however the tattoo had turned flaky since the day you got it. Flaky and itchy, making it your new bad habit to scratch it.

"I can't take this." You said, scrathing your skin impulsively.

A loud knock on the door had you pause mid scratch.

"Just a second!" You yelled, scratching faster.

Again, a loud knock interrupted.

You sighed, moving towardsthe door. "Do you mind–" You paused mid sentence at the sight of... "Antony?"

The shock of seeing you was wiped away quickly, as his expression settled into his usual narrowed gaze and mysterious aura.

"Your friend." He said, pointing over his shoulder.

"Luna?" You frowned.

"Yes her. She said that you needed my help."

"Pardon?" Had she known about the compulsive scratching? It's not possible, since you hadn't told anyone. But who else could solve your problems, if not the man that caused it, you thought.

"Y/N?"

You were brought back hearing your name escape his mouth. Suprised that he even remembered it.

"Yes!" You exclaimed. "I need your help with something."

Antony's eyes widened in suprise as you pulled him into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

"How may I be at your service." He said, a hint of submission. He leaned against the sink, watching you turn in the mirror.

"Welp for starters, tell me how to get this tattoo to stop fucking itching."

Antony pushed of the sink as you showed him the back of your dress, reavilng your flaky tattoo that had some redness to it.

"Fuck." He cringed.

You were suprise how careful he was to touch you as if he knew how sensitive the affected area was.

"Should it look like that?" You asked anxiously. "I mean, is it normal?"

"No." He said, quite stiffly actually, in the way he spoke to you when you first met in his shop.

"No?" You gasped. However Antony was quick to put his hands on either side of your hips for you to hold still.

He further inspected the tattoo, biting his lip as he did.

"Well?" You said, growing inpatient.

"It's not infected." He said, finally rising to be eye level with you. It had been strange. Him staring into the side of your chest like that, with so much of your skin exposed.

"You just need some gel."

He began searching through the bathroom cabinets.

"Um, I'm sure we'll be upsetting the owner of this penthouse by going through his private belongings." You said, having a pet peeve for respecting people's privacy.

Antony looked slightly amused by this, smiling at your words. "Don't worry he's a friend." He said.

You couldn't do more but to trust him. Once the correct gel was found, you had to trust him even more to apply it to your skin.

Antony was carful not to get any of it on your dress, peeling down the lace around your shoulder, carefully sliding it down your naked skin.

"I forgot to thank you." You said, the smothering silence killing you.

"No you didn't." He muttered.

You sighed. "I know that I thanked you for tattooing me. I was also meant to thank  you for being so patient with me."

Antony paused, lifting his head to meet your gaze in the mirror.

You smiled. "I was really nervous that day, but you helped me feel comfortable."

He nodded his head and got back to applying the gel. You thought that would be his only response however he paused to meet your eyes again. "It's important that everyone feels comfortable when they get tattooed." He said. "Makes the task alot easier."

"Makes sense." You nodded.

"Except for the flaky skin, where you happy with the result?" He asked, eyes searching your face in the mirror.

"Yes." You smiled.

"Good." He muttered.

"For about two days."

Antony lifted his head, eyebrows furrowed. However he relaxed, seeing you smile.

"That's when the scratching started." You chuckled and for the first time he did so too, letting a low chuckle escape his mouth. He went on to finish applying the gel on your skin but paused as he held the lace that hung over your naked shoulder. Again, your eyes met in the mirror in a very intimate exchange of looks.

"So?" He said, looking a bit shy to your surprise. "Do you have a boyfriend Y/N?"

You shook your head. "No."

He nodded, still holding the  lace to your dress, in a way tugging at it, revealing more of your collar bone.

"Do you want one?"

It was the cheapest pick up line in the book, however you were sold from the first moment he had you lay on his tattoo bed.

You turned around to face him, spreading your legs a little as you had a feeling you'd be lifted onto the sink. Antony did so after egaer moments of planting kisses across your collarbone.

Once you were lifted onto the sink, Antony standing in between your legs, the top half of your dress was peeled off, reveling your breasts. Antony placed a hand on your back pushing you up against him. He bent down to take time with each of them, licking your nipples and pinching them with his front teeth.

"Antony." You moaned, the back of your head banging against the mirror as you slumped back against it.

Antony pulled your thighs forward, his hands disappearing underneath your dress. He peeled of your panties, tossing them in the corner somewhere. Your reached for his pants, stripping him of his leather belt. He pulled down the zipper slowly, slowly enough to make you whimper in torturing anticipation.

"Be patient baby."

"Yes." You nodded. "Call me baby."

Antony chuckled. He the pulled himself out of his pants, reveling his full fledged erection. You bit your lip knowing he wanted this as much as you.

You once again slumped back against the mirror, spreading your legs a little, welcoming Antony to place himself between you. He did so by scooping your hips up with his hand, lifting you up to sit on his–"

"Fuck." You sighed, as he gave you time to adjust to his size. He the thrusted himself against you, your head banging against the mirror as he did. However you didn't mind the pain, it simply made you more excited, encouraging him to bang you faster and harder. He did so to the point of coming. His head resting on your shoulder as his limb body collapsed against you.

"I loved it baby. You did so good." You said, clawing you nails up and down his back.

Once the strength returned to him, he arched back to look at you.

"What?" You smiled, staring into his foggy eyes, yours were foggy too.

"It's my turn to make you come." He said, stroking you hair and bending down to kiss your lips. "Will you jump off the sink and turn around for me?"

You chuckled, but did what you were told, spreading your legs  mimicking a traffic arrest.

You turned to look over your shoulder, seeing Antony readjust himself between you, his hands on your hips.

"What?" He smirked.

This year Antony's Family's Christmas Dinner will be hosted by your house. You would lie if you said you weren't nerves you just wanted everything to be perfect you wanted his family to have the best time at your place and not regretting spending Christmas dinner at yours.

You woke up very early on Christmas morning immediately starting with the food. Antony got downstairs and you were on a roll. "You know you have plenty of time it's still very early Amor" he said giving you a kiss. "I know but the earlier the better , oh I forgot to ask you is anyone allergic to anything or like is anyone vegan or like has diabetes?" you asked him. "Well my mom can't have any dairy she lactose" he said like it's nothing. "Why would you only tell me now do you know the amount of milk that's in the dessert " you said freaking out. "It's a joke amor everyone eats everything " he tried calming you down. "It's not the time for jokes I almost through everything away and started over " you said. "Well is there anything I can help you with?" he asked trying to be helpful to the situation. "Can you put the main in the oven please I'm going to go pick out the plates and glasses" at this point you just wanted to get over with this dinner

A few hours later you entered the kitchen to check on the food you found it weird that you weren't smelling anything ....you then opened the oven everything was just like you left it everything was still raw you then realised the oven wasn't on...."Who the hell turned off the oven!" you shouted even though it was only you and Antony in the house. "No it's impossible I swear I- " Antony slowly trailed off of his words realising that he forgot to switch the oven on . "Antony no...baby you had one job to do your family will be here in a couple of hours we can't serve them this " you were trying to gain control of the situation but it seems impossible."I have an idea why don't we order in and just serve them that" he said "Antony Matheus dos Santos I'm not serving my in laws junk food from a restaurant for Christmas " you made it clear to him. "Okay so maybe let's put the few hours we have left to good use and do as much as we can" he said."Best idea you had all day love" Antony rolled his eyes.

You saw his family's car pull up and Antony could see that you were very stressed because you wanted to make this perfect as possible. "Amor everything's okay they gonna love what you prepared for them they'll probably ask you why don't you consider a career as a chef ...you know my family is already crazy about you like I swear I can't have a normal conversation with any of them without them bring you up they love you more then they love me so this is just Christmas dinner what's the worst that can happen" Antony said giving you a kiss on your cheek. "Well the dessert could be dense the meat could be under cook" you said making Antony laugh. "Don't worry enjoy the evening amor .... I just love you so much" he said as his family walked in.