big nose, bigger d*ck ☆ | 이찬영
pairings : model!anton x photographer!reader
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, big dick anton, size kink, praise kink, blowjob, deepthroat, gagging, messy oral, hair pulling, spanking, manhandling, rough sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, consensual filming during sex, possessiveness, soft aftercare
wc : 1,2k
the studio lights were warm and soft today, casting gentle shadows across anton’s face. you adjusted the collar of his oversized button-up, stepping back to check the frame through your camera. he had been modeling for your private page for months now, just a side project that started as fun between friends but somehow turned into something people actually followed.
“tilt your head a little to the left,” you said, snapping a few shots. the black hair he recently got suited him, but it was still his nose that always caught your attention. it was prominent, perfectly balanced with his sharp jaw and big eyes. it just… fit.
you lowered the camera for a second. “anton, i swear your nose is actually perfect. like it completes your whole face. it’s so distinctive but in the best way. most guys would look weird with it, but on you it’s… chef’s kiss.”
he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, but you noticed the way his ears turned pink. “you’ve been saying stuff like that a lot lately.”
“because it’s true,” you shrugged, smiling as you took another photo. “you look really good today. even better than usual.”
over the past week you had been complimenting him more openly—his nose, his proportions, the way certain outfits sat on his shoulders. nothing too crazy, just honest appreciation.
anton had started showing up early, hair styled neatly, picking outfits carefully even on days you didn’t have a shoot. he told himself it was for the content. deep down he knew it was for you.
the shoot went well. anton was professional as always, hitting every pose you asked for.
but halfway through you noticed it—the obvious bulge straining against the front of his pants.
he was hard. visibly.
you quickly looked away, pretending to adjust your camera settings while your face heated up.
“okay, i think we got enough,” you said after a few more shots, trying to keep your voice normal. “you can go change. i’ll start editing these tonight.”
“cool. thanks,” he replied, voice a little lower than usual. he disappeared into the small changing room attached to the studio.
ten minutes passed.
then fifteen.
you needed your phone to check the time and realized you had left it on the bench inside the changing room.
sighing, you knocked lightly.
“anton? i’m coming in real quick, i forgot my phone.”
no answer. you pushed the door open.
anton stood there shirtless, only in his boxers, the new jeans he was supposed to change into hanging loosely from his hips. his cock was straining hard against the thin fabric, the thick outline impossible to ignore.
he turned around at the sound of the door and froze.
“shit—sorry,” he muttered, eyes wide.
your gaze dropped before you could stop yourself.
he was big, long and thick, exactly the kind of proportion people joked about when they talked about his nose.
you felt your throat go dry.
“i’ll just… grab my phone,” you mumbled, rushing toward the bench. your camera was still hanging around your neck, lens bumping against your chest.
as you reached for your phone, anton’s voice stopped you.
“hey… can you help me with something?”
you turned slowly. he was still standing there half-naked, one hand gripping the waistband of the jeans.
“the fly on these is stuck or something. can’t get it closed properly.”
your brain short-circuited for a second but you nodded. “yeah, sure.”
you stepped closer. he was tall, towering over you in the small room. you tried to focus on the zipper, but your knuckles kept brushing against the massive bulge.
anton’s breath hitched. then he slowly rolled his hips forward, pressing himself against your hand.
you froze.
he did it again, this time more deliberately, grinding against your palm while pretending to adjust his stance for the “pose.”
“anton…”
“sorry,” he said, voice husky. “been hard the whole shoot. you kept complimenting me… my nose, my face. saying i look good. it got to me.”
your hand was still there. you didn’t pull away.
instead your fingers wrapped around the thick shape through his boxers, stroking slowly. anton groaned, head tilting back.
his nose looked even more perfect from this angle.
“fuck… your hand feels good,” he breathed.
you sank to your knees, heart pounding.
you tugged his boxers down and his cock sprang free—long, heavy, and flushed. exactly like you imagined. you stroked him with both hands, amazed at the size. anton’s fingers threaded through your hair gently at first.
“you don’t have to—”
you leaned in and took him into your mouth. he was too big to fit all at once, so you sucked on the head, tongue swirling while your hands worked the rest. anton moaned, hips twitching. you pushed deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of your throat.
“shit— you look so pretty like that,” he praised, voice rough. “taking me so well.”
you bobbed your head faster, saliva dripping down your chin. anton’s grip tightened in your hair and he started fucking your mouth gently, then harder. your camera swung lightly against your chest with every movement.
after a few minutes he pulled you up, kissing you messily. “bend over the bench.”
you did, bracing your hands on the wooden surface. anton flipped your skirt up and pushed your panties aside. he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds before sliding in slowly, stretching you open. you moaned loudly at the fullness.
“so tight,” he groaned, bottoming out. “you feel incredible.”
he started thrusting, deep and rough, one hand on your lower back pressing you down. your camera dangled between your breasts. anton reached forward, lifted it, and turned it on.
the shutter clicked as he fucked you harder from behind.
“smile for the camera, baby,” he teased, voice playful but strained. he recorded a short video, the lens capturing the way your ass bounced against him with every thrust.
“these would look good on the page too. anton modeling his favorite angle.”
you laughed breathlessly, then moaned as he hit a particularly deep spot. “you’re ridiculous.”
“and you love it.” he smacked your ass lightly, gripping the soft, smooth skin. “been wanting this for weeks. every time you complimented my nose i got harder. stupid, right?”
“not stupid,” you gasped. “keep going—harder, pleaseee.”
anton obliged, pounding into you relentlessly. the sound of skin slapping filled the small changing room. he kept filming short clips, whispering filthy praise between thrusts. “look at you taking every inch. my perfect girl.”
your orgasm hit hard. you clenched around him, crying out his name. anton followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you with hot spurts of cum. he kept thrusting slowly through it, milking every second.
afterwards he carefully pulled out, turned you around and kissed you softly. the rough anton disappeared, replaced by the gentle guy you’d known for months.
he cleaned you up with a towel, helped fix your clothes, then hugged you from behind while you both caught your breath.
“so… still think my nose fits my face?” he asked, smiling against your neck.
you laughed. “more than ever.”
he took one last photo with your camera—just the two of you in the mirror, messy and flushed. “for the private folder,” he whispered.
you leaned back against his chest, heart full. what started as innocent compliments had turned into something much hotter. and you couldn’t wait to see what other “angles” you’d explore together.
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