synopsis: anton saw the way that guy looked at you. he just didn’t say anything — until he got home.

genres/warnings: anton x f!reader, smut (MDNI), fluff, possessive!anton, jealous!anton, tipsy!anton, doggy, light oral, aftercare, established relationship, one-shot

author’s notes: hai guys!! this has been sitting in my drafts since the youngji interview (not that long ago lol) but i hope you guys like it! pls ignore the typos (if any) :p comments/feedback are greatly appreciated :) thanks for reading! lmk who y’all want me to write about next 🫣

at the bar, the music was loud enough that everyone had to lean in to talk. you and anton were with his friends near the back, drinks half finished, just chit chatting like normal. after a while you stood up, touched his arm, and told him you were running to the bathroom. he nodded, soft eyes on you, and watched you weave through the crowd.

when you came back the guy who’d been next to your group for the last twenty minutes was already on his feet. he’d been glancing over more than once. now he stepped into your path just enough to ask where the bathrooms were. he held eye contact the whole time like he was trying something. you gave him a polite smile and pointed him in the right direction. as he thanked you he brushed your arm, slightly.

anton saw all of it from where he sat. he didn’t say a word. just took another sip of his drink and looked away.

an hour later you’d already gone home. the noise and the late hour had started weighing on you, so you’d kissed anton’s cheek, told him to stay and have fun, and left.

you showered and changed as soon as you got home, throwing on nothing but some panties and one of anton’s hoodies that smelled like him. you sat in the living room watching whatever was on tv, waiting patiently for him to come back safely. the apartment was quiet when the front door finally opened.

“hi babygirl… you still up?” his voice was lower than usual, a little slurry around the edges. he took his shoes off messy, almost tripping, then crossed the room in three long steps and dropped straight into your lap like his legs gave out. arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in your neck, breathing you in like he’d been holding his breath all night.

he stayed like that for a minute, just clinging to you, before the words started spilling out quieter, almost pouty. “i saw you talking to that dude at the bar…”

you sat there, confused. “huh?”

“that guy who was talking to you when you came back from the bathroom.”

you blinked. “oh, him? he just asked where the bathrooms were.”

“still. i didn’t like it. didn’t like the way he looked at you or how he brushed your arm. it was weird, like he wanted you.”

“anton, it was nothing,” you said, stroking his hair.

“tell me you’re mine. please.” his voice went softer, almost whiny.

you huffed a quiet laugh and kissed the top of his head. “i’m yours. you know that.”

he made another soft sound and finally lifted his face, eyes a little glassy, cheeks flushed. “say it again.”

“i’m yours, anton.”

that was all it took. he kissed you messy and deep, tasting like whatever mixed drink he’d been on, tongue sliding against yours like he was starved for it. one hand slid higher under the hoodie to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it peaked. the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave little crescent marks.

“wanna take this off,” he mumbled against your mouth, already pushing the hoodie up. “i wanna see you. been thinking about you since you left and it was driving me crazy. kept getting hard just picturing you waiting for me like this.”

you helped him pull the hoodie over your head. he sat back on his heels between your legs on the couch and just stared for a second, chest rising and falling a little too fast. then he leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, wet and warm, while one hand worked to circle your clit through your panties. he groaned when his fingers found you already a little wet.

“already?” he asked. he pulled the panties to the side and slid two fingers in, slow and curling. “been thinking about me too? thinking about how only i get to touch you like this?”

you nodded as he worked you open, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes, watching your face the whole time. “good. ‘cause nobody else gets this. nobody else gets to feel how soft you are inside. how wet you get. this is only for me.”

when your breathing turned uneven he pulled his fingers free, sucked them clean with a quiet moan, then stood and guided you toward the bedroom, hands never leaving your body.

the second you were near the bed anton turned you around and pressed you forward so your hands landed on the mattress, chest to the sheets.

“like this,” he said, voice low and demanding

he pushed your panties the rest of the way down and helped you step out of them, nudging your feet apart so you were bent over the edge of the bed, ass up. his hands smoothed over your back, down to your hips, squeezing. you heard him shove his own clothes off behind you, only making you wetter, then felt the hot thick length of him rubbing between your folds, sliding through the wetness already gathering there.

“look at you,” he breathed. “so welcoming for me. so pretty like this.” he lined up and pushed in slowly until he was fully inside and both of you were already breathing hard. “fuck—baby—you always feel so good.”

he started moving in deep rolling thrusts, one hand on your hip, the other sliding up your spine to gently press between your shoulder blades so you arched more. the wet sound of him fucking into you filled the quiet room. every time he bottomed out you could feel how hard he was, how much he needed it.

“hated being out there while you were home alone. kept thinking about bending you over just like this the whole time that dude was talking to you.” his rhythm stayed steady but deep, the slap of skin getting louder. “this pretty little cunt is mine. these sounds are mine. the way you take me is mine.”

one of his hands slipped around to rub your clit in tight circles while he kept fucking you from behind. the dual sensation made your arms shake. he leaned over your back, chest to your spine, mouth near your ear.

“come for me,” he murmured, almost pleading. “wanna feel it. please. give it to me.”

you came with a broken sound, clenching around him hard. he groaned and fucked you through it, slower for a few strokes, then picked the pace back up once the shaking eased. he kept one hand on your clit, the other gripping your hip, holding you in place while he took what he needed.

“love how you look like this,” he said, voice breathy. “ass up, taking every inch. my good girl.” he said it soft, almost like he couldn’t help it. “gonna fill you up. want you walking around tomorrow still feeling me. want anyone who even glances at you to know you’re taken.”

his thrusts got a little more desperate, the wet sounds getting louder. he draped himself over you completely, kissing the back of your neck, your shoulder, whispering how perfect you felt, how tight, how he could stay inside you forever.

“you feel so fucking good. can’t get enough of you. never enough. need you like this every time someone even looks your way.” his rhythm started to stutter, hips pressing flush as the pleasure pulled tight. “fuck—baby—i’m gonna—”

he pushed as deep as he could go and came hard, a low drawn-out moan against your skin, pulsing hot inside you in thick waves while he kept grinding through it. he held you tighter, breathing hard, still buried deep as the last of it left him.

he stayed like that for a long moment after, just breathing against your neck. eventually he softened enough to slip out. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder, then carefully helped you fully onto the bed, guiding you onto your side.

“stay right here,” he murmured, voice softer now. “i’ll be right back.”

he disappeared for a minute and came back with a warm damp cloth. he cleaned you up gently, wiping away the mess between your thighs with slow strokes, then tossed the cloth aside and crawled back in behind you. he pulled you flush against his chest, arm draped heavy over your waist, legs tangled with yours, pressing soft kisses to the nape of your neck.

“you okay?” anton asked quietly, the tipsy edge fading into something warmer and careful. “wasn’t too much?”

you shook your head and he made a soft pleased sound, nuzzling into your hair. he kept one hand stroking lazy patterns on your stomach, the other tucking the blanket higher around you both.

“love you,” he mumbled eventually, already sounding half-asleep. “love having you like this. next time we just stay in. don’t even want to go out if it means someone else gets to look at you while i’m not right next to you. hate that shit. you’re mine and i want everyone to know it without me having to say anything.”

you laughed quietly and he smiled against your skin, tightening his arm.

“you love it when i get like this.” he pressed one more soft kiss to your neck. “my baby. always.”