#dom anton

𑣲 𝖼𝗐: 𝖿𝖾𝗆! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗂𝖿 𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 (𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍) 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖽/𝗌 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌

⋆.𐙚 ̊ unedited cuz i thought of this yesterday n ran with it n NEED to tell somebody rn !!!!

skinny dipping with anton that starts off a little shy and playful as sun slides past the horizon, but what u didn’t notice was how his eyes got darker with the skies too. u were much to enthralled with the beauty of the sunset, as if it too was cooling itself off from the warmth of the day, dipping beneath the dark blue haze on the horizon.

it seemed as if the world stopped then, the birds no longer singing their song and the boy u came with no longer laughing at something stupid u said.

the quiet stillness causes goosebumps to sneak over u, the only sound being of water whooshing softly as it falls over the water’s edge. the only steady source of warmth now, is the body who u realize u no longer see, and as if on cue, u could feel him slide up behind u.

u didn’t have time to protest, or to even feel flustered at the inevitable action, the warmth of his skin a welcoming touch from the cool night air. he pulled u closer, his large hands settling against ur waist as u both watched the sun take its final bow.

the once gloaming trees surrounding u now blending into of landscape silhouettes and shadow, that would have left ur senses almost deprived, if not for him.

the tension starts small, a gentle thrum of his fingers against ur hipbone, that builds to a tempting lap at the salty sweat that beaded balmy against the soft skin of ur nape.

u felt ur name breathed out before u heard it, the warmth blooming against ur shoulder in a way that raised ur internal temperature too.

“anton,” u’d breathe out in return, letting the word hang loosely in the air, not quite a no, not quite a yes, just what it is.

anton.

as if he could hear ur thoughts, a simple “just let it happen,” murmured hot against ur shoulder, his open mouthed kisses providing a gentle heat mixed with a visible ease that only he could render. he was always so sure of himself like this. so headstrong in deep water, pursuing anything he wanted with not only quick fervor, but a quiet confidence. he had a certain air to him like this, one that was assertive, determined, and dominant. a someone who u found urself giving permission to do things u could have never imagined doing urself, and in places u wouldn’t typically dare.

“ur so cold,” he mumbled absentmindedly, as if it wasn’t a completely natural bodily reaction to the water, its surface tension breaking just enough for him to pull u even closer, ur back pressed taut against his chest. u could feel everything like this, every dip of his bones, every ridge of muscle, and the part of him that made ur mouth drop just enough for him to let out a soft laugh.

“do u need this too, baby?”

“i know i do,” he spoke against ur ear as something hard and hot lay bare and bordering beneath the waters cool edge. ur cheeks flushed pink, and eyes half lidded, ur mouth that’s normally agape turning into a refined pout as he huffed out another. “u don’t mind do u?”

it was more of an observation than a question, a mere pose of consent, but it always was with anton. he’d ask until u answered, even if he knew ur body well enough to register ur permission before it left ur lips.

“need this too.”

“knew u would,” he spoke with knowledgeable ease, a convincing hand dipping down between ur legs to warm u up to him. the other stayed splayed across ur stomach, heavy arm wrapped around ur waist to keep u in place.

everything about anton screamed danger. the unsettling height difference, the years of dedication built into unyielding muscle, and large, calloused hands that were capable of too much. made up of strong fingers that are bigger than ur own, that gently tease at u before pushing themselves inside, that fill u in a way u could never replicate urself.

there was a certain softness to him though. one that came through panted words and praise filled kisses, in warm brown eyes and incoherent gratitude. one that u felt while he held u in place, surrounded by his scent, his warmth, the weight of his arm, and the rumble of his voice while he finally talks u through it.

“relax,” he says quietly, as if he could hear ur roaring thoughts over the soft lapping of the water and it was distracting him from the task at hand.

“god, there u go, that’s it.”

ur head lulled back to rest against his chest, breathing labored as u let urself open for him, ur nails grazing his arm for some sort of support, despite him having u.

the sky was at its darkest, and ur spot far from where the yellowed glow of city lights could reach, a welcomed veil of safety from the exposure that otherwise would have probably worried u. it’s hard to worry about anything with anton though.

“there it is,” he breathed out, triumphant, as an involuntary whine fell past ur lips from his movement. he placed a soft kiss on ur shoulder, as if to say sorry, before slowly sliding his fingers out.

he could almost hear the disappointment in ur protested whimpering, amused at how dissatisfied u seem.

“ur ready for me,” he reminded u softly against ur hair, placing quick kiss to ur ear to pacify u as he adjusted himself, the hand on ur stomach holding u still as he pushed in. “ugh fuck, that’s it, there u go.”

u barely registered the words as every part of u felt stretched, spread to the brim, the only manageable thing to do is take in air. u could feel him breathing too, hot waves of pants against ur skin as he waited for u to show some sort of sign of life.

it was ironic really, when u thought about it, because u have never felt more alive, more human, than u did when u took him like this. it was a natural human experience, a born with instinct, that felt so bad, but so right. like u were made to swallow him up.

u let out a low whine again, needing to feel that animalistic urge deep in ur gut that only he could reach when he really, really tried. and right now, he was way too still.

“anton,” u tried louder, pleading, as u attempted to push back a little, the movement almost fruitless with his heavy hand on u.

“shhh, just a little bit longer.” he’d murmur against u, shushing u without hesitation. “ur taking me so well, knew u would.”

ur had a love hate relationship with him when he was being all reasonable and caring for ur wellbeing like this, because while u would appreciate it tomorrow, u certainly didn’t now, whimpering in protest.

u weren’t sure how many minutes went by, so full of him that it was all u could think about, all u could feel, before he finally adjusted ur position. using skilled hands to tilt wanting hips, keeping u in place with heavy hands wrapped around ur waist.

he loved fucking u like this, using his own strength to hold u up and pound into u, talking u down and making u feel small. pushing u to ur breaking point and then praising u for it.

nothing quite felt like watching u come undone and then building u up just to do it again. it was addicting.

almost as addicting as the stretch felt for u, ur body seemingly rearranging itself just to make room for him. and it always did.

“there u go, baby. u can take it,” he murmured, large hands grabbing at ur hips to tug u back, just to push u forward again. the once still night filled with the noises of ur surprise as ur mouth fell agape at the sudden, but needed, intrusion.

it feels like he's sinking into u, somehow plunging deeper and deeper as he shoves himself up into u, forcing u to take it over and over. his weight and warmth being the only thing keeping u upright and afloat. u could barely keep ur head up anymore, helplessly leaning back against searing skin, whines forced out through unfeigned thrusts.

calloused fingers wrapped around ur throat, adjusting ur head with practiced ease, as the rough treatment was enough for an orgasm to wash over u.

the only word u knew was on the tip of tongue, coming out in almost inaudible pants of “anton.”

“yeah? right there, baby? that’s where it feels good, huh?” he’d murmur, his voice relatively calm as he pretended to be as unaffected as he could, but u could hear the way his voice came out all breathy when ur cunt tightened around him.

u could feel the grip on ur neck tighten too, his touch becoming more rough and frantic, his thrusts getting harder with newly inspired fervor as u mewled.

“it’s alright, shh…” he’d pant into ur skin, unsure of who exactly he was convincing as he pounded into u relentlessly, the lewd noise of the water splashing softly enough to put anyone over the edge.

the night seems to grow darker as the pressure builds, the stridulation of crickets being the only other constant aside from anton’s labored breathing and the harsh whoosh of the water.

“good girl, good girl, fuck, that's a good girl" he rasped to ur limp form, the once teasing thrusts becoming faster and harder, and u know before it happens that he's going to finish inside of u.

his body twitches as he does, his grip unwavering until it runs its course, the hot liquid forced as far as it’ll go as he presses his hips up into u.

“told u, u could do it.” he’d breathe out, not wanting to pull away from u quite yet, ur warm bodies the only safeguard from the cool night air.

moonlight dances on the water’s surface as the sounds of the night resume, the only evidence of anything out of place being the bruises materializing on ur skin and what was left inside of ur aching cunt.

𑣲 cw: size diff, choking mention, primal play if u squint, use of the word “bunny” as a pet name.

anton is just so sweet in general, his personality oozing with a certain softness that could make anybody feel safe. it wouldn’t matter if he towered over u, or was well built, he was well mannered too, and well behaved. it would be awhile before u saw the side of anton that pressed u into the mattress like u weighed nothing because u are everything. he’d take it slow, not wanting to scare u off, almost baiting u with slow, sensual circles on ur skin and sloppy, slobbery makeout sessions that went absolutely nowhere. he’d always tell u it was late, or that he should get u home, his slender fingers rubbing any smeared lip gloss off ur bottom lip in a way that made u ache. his voice was always gentle, just like the words he chose, and u knew u couldn’t say anything. u just had to agree with soft smiles and sweet nods despite the heat of moment and the tension that burned between u. he knew what he was doing though, and it would only be a matter of time before u saw the part of him that wasn’t just shy, but stern and strong too.

anything could stir those feelings up in him, really, that would make him surrender, whether u let one of his friends be a little too touchy with u or dressed in a way that left little to the imagination and he realized he didn’t want to just imagine it anymore. he’d scoop u up like he always did, tossing u over his shoulder and leaving his friends with a gruff goodbye that proved to be the start of his unwinding. adrenaline rushed through ur veins, ur chest constricting in shallow breaths of sandalwood and rain and soap and skin as ur nose dipped into the crook of his neck until he couldn’t hold onto u any longer, tossing u to the bed as soon as his door was shut and locked. it was almost primal, the way ur heart thumped rabidly in ur chest, like prey that had been cornered as he looked at u with those deep brown eyes, that never seemed to be so sharp, or so daunting, as they were right now, the dark color interlacing with his pupil in a way that would almost be frightening if it wasn’t ur anton. the sight would almost be enough to make u shy, his hands quick to cup ur chin before u could bury ur warm face in his pillow out of shame. “let me see u, bunny.” he’d murmur, caging u between his body and the mattress as he tilted ur head back just right. “much better.” he’d let his hand fall down to ur neck as he held ur gaze, his heavy thumb pressing against ur pulse point as it throbbed humiliatingly beneath him.

the obvious desire was it’s own special type of undressing, leaving u bare beneath him as he knew just how much his actions affected ur body. he wouldn’t be able to help but give u a little squeeze, his fingers tightening around the expanse of ur throat in a way that made ur eyes widen and ur breath catch amusingly. “so little,” he’d say barely above a whisper, like he didn’t even mean to say it at all, letting his thoughts out as they came, eyes on his hand and how it easily covered the entirety of ur neck. “everything is so little.”

he’d do this all the way down ur body, following every little dip of bone or curve of skin with his fingertips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. he’d push ur shirt aside to cup ur chest, the swell just big enough to fit beneath his palm. it looked wrong, but so right, like finally connecting the last few stray pieces of an one thousand piece puzzle that u swore u’d never finish because they just didn’t seem like they’d fit, but they did. his fingers were the same in a way, light determination lacing each boney digit as they worked their way in, undoing the parts of u that were kept guarded, and in turn unraveling himself. he always seemed hesitant, as if he wasn’t allowed to do whatever he did to u, like he didn’t deserve to have u in his hands, but tonight, he took. he had the same big brown eyes, the same messy black hair that stuck to his forehead in a way that shouldn’t be hot, but it was, because it was him, and this was him. so unfazed, so sure of himself, as u convulsed beneath him, as if it was normal to be so starved of him that ur body couldn’t hardly take what he gave fast enough, tightening around him like it was afraid u wouldn’t get a chance to eat again.

he was patient in a way that was borderline sadistic and brought tears to ur eyes before u even knew what it all meant. he’d kiss them away in a way u would remember, warm and familiar, his hand once heavy, felt solid and safe, all of his exertion paying off in wet effort, trickling down his wrist and onto trembling thighs. u didn’t think u could ever feel so fulfilled until he uses the slick to selfishly press inside with all the depth of his being. it was reasonably cruel, the way his breathing fanned hot over ur scorching skin, as ur body seized still, stretching forcibly to adapt to every inch of intrusion. each breath was dizzying, desperate swallows of oud woods creating more space than ever thought to be possible. “oh fuck, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, bunny.” his voice trembled apologetically, as the water welling up in ur eyes reflected his own wolfish ones, and his teeth itched to inflict another form of depravity that would surely cause ur tears to spill over. “shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. just take it for me.” he’d murmur against ur neck, sharp edges of teeth meeting soft expanses of skin through unnerving drags that made ur heart stutter and ur thighs spread subconsciously. his nails dug moon shaped indentations into ur flesh, holding u down just enough to make sure u couldn’t get away, as if he was ever escapable. u were caught, and u knew he wasn’t going to let u go anytime soon, not til he had his fill. not for hours into the night, when the quiet settles over the streets, and there isn’t a sound left for u to make.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔