Slow mornings with anton omg 🙏
slow mornings with anton
the sunlight filtered through the curtains with soft golden streaks. it painted the bedroom in warm morning hues. you stirred slightly, with your consciousness creeping in slowly. there was warm body pressed against your side. it was anton's chest, it rose and fell in a steady rhythm beneath your cheek and you could hear the quiet sounds of him scrolling through his phone; the soft taps of his thumb against the screen.
you didn't open your eyes yet. more like didn't want to. this was way too comfortable and too perfect to disturb. your face was tucked into the crook of his neck as your arm was draped across his bare stomach. plus you were wearing his shirt. the oversized clothing hung loose on you considering that he was much broader than you. it was soft from the countless washes and it smelled like his laundry detergent.
"i know you're awake," anton murmured, his voice rough with sleep. he didn't look away from his phone but his free hand came up to play with your hair. his soft fingers running through your bedhead hair.
"no i'm not," you mumbled against his skin, your lips brushing his collarbone.
he laughed quietly. the sound rumbling through his chest. "baby, you literally just spoke."
"sleep talking."
"uh huh." his fingers kept their gentle movement through your hair with it occasionally scratching lightly at your scalp in a way that made you want to purr. "you drooled on me again, by the way."
you finally cracked one eye open, spotting the small wet patch on his chest. "oops."
"it's fine. kinda cute actually." but he still hadn't put his phone down. he was still scrolling through what looked like instagram but his attention was clearly divided. his other hand moved from your hair to trace patterns on your back. his fingertips were slipping just barely under the hem of his shirt you wore. "wonbin posted pictures from yesterday. we look good."
"mm." you pressed closer as your leg hooking over his. the sudden movement made his breath hitch slightly and you felt him tense before relaxing again.
"you're really warm," he said finally tilting his head to look down at you. his glasses were slightly crooked on his face and his hair was an absolute mess. it looked cute but it sticking up in weird angles. he looked soft and sleepy and unfairly attractive. "like a little space heater."
"what! no, you're the warm one." you nuzzled into his neck trying to breath him in. "you're always warm."
"thats good. it means you'll stay close." his hand on your back pressed slightly, encouraging you to move even closer even though there was literally no space left between you. "closer."
"toni, i'm basically on top of you already."
"not close enough." he set his phone down on his chest using his now free hand to pull you more firmly against him. both arms wrapped around you tightly with one hand resuming its place in your hair while the other splayed across your lower back. "there. better."
you laughed against his skin, your breath making him shiver. "clingy..."
"you are always complainging." he said jokingliy as his fingers found the ends of your hair, twirling the strands. through his glasses, you could see his eyes were still half lidded. he was sleepy despite being awake. "what time is it?"
"i have no idea and i dont really care."
"good answer." he picked his phone back up with one hand, the other never stopping its gentle movements on your back. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, casual and affectionate. "sungchan's asking if we want to get lunch later."
"what'd you say?"
"haven't answered yet. kinda don't want to leave this bed though."
"we should probably eat at some point."
"yeah, but like. later later." his thumb brushed across your spine and you felt goosebumps rise despite the soft warm touch warmth. "we have nowhere to be. no schedules. so its just us and this bed and all the time in the world."
you hummed in agreement as your hand moving from his tponed stomach to his chest. the feeling his heartbeat under your palm was steady and reassuring. anton's hand left your hair to catch yours. he brought it up to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles before placing it back on his chest, his hand covering yours.
"i see that you're really clingy in the mornings," you noted though you made no move to pull away.
"im only like this with you." he said as he began to scroll through his phone again but you could feel his attention on you. the way his body was angled toward yours, the way his hand kept moving on your back like he couldn't help himself. "gotta make up for all the mornings i woke up alone in hotel rooms."
"you're gonna be sick of me by the end of your break."
"that is impossible." he said it with such certainty that it made your chest warm. his fingers found the hem of his shirt you were wearing, playing with the fabric. "you look good in my clothes, by the way. like, extremely good."
"really?"
"yeah. you should wear them more often. well all the time, actually." you felt him grin against your hair. "just have you walk around in my clothes forever."
"they are very comfortable."
"they look better on you anyways." his hand slid up your back over your shoulder to cup your cheek. he tilted your face up toward his. the glasses on his face were still crooked and you reached up to straighten them. he wrinkled his nose at the adjustment but smiled. "hi."
"you keep saying hi."
"can't help it. i look at you and the word just comes out." he leaned down to kiss you, soft and lazy, like you had all the time in the world. which, technically, you did. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed across your cheekbone. "your face is all puffy from sleep. it's cute."
"shut up."
"it is though." he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips again. "you're cute. all sleepy and warm and in my shirt." his hand moved back to your hair, fingers carding through it. "this is my favorite version of you. morning you. all soft and cuddly."
"i'm not cuddly though."
"baby, you're literally wrapped around me like a koala right now."
he had a point. your leg was still hooked over his, your arm across his stomach, your face buried in his neck. you were basically using him as a full body pillow. "okay, maybe i am a little cuddly."
he hummed in amusement. his phone buzzed with another notification and then he glanced at it briefly before setting it face down on his chest. "okay, that's enough phone time. you're way more interesting anyway."
"but i'm half asleep."
"exactly. its the best type of entertainment." both his arms wrapped around you properly now with one hand in your hair and the other drawing circles on your back. "so tell me about your dreams."
"didn't have any."
"boring! make something up."
you laughed. the sound muffled against his skin. "why?"
"because i like hearing you talk. and because we're doing the lazy morning thing properly, which means pointless conversations about nothing." he adjusted slightly somehow pulling you even closer. his leg tangled with yours, and he let out a satisfied sigh. "there. perfect. now talk to me."
"about what?"
"anything. everything. what you're thinking about right now."
"i'm thinking about how you need a haircut."
his hand paused in your hair. "ok rude."
"it's getting long." you reached up to run your fingers through it and he immediately leaned into the touch like a cat. "i like it though."
"yeah?" he sounded pleased. "shotaro said i look like a mop."
"shotaro's just jealous."
"true." his fingers found yours in his hair, pulling your hand down to kiss your palm before placing it back. "keep doing that. feels nice."
you obliged. your fingers scratching lightly at his scalp like he did to you. playing with his messy hair. anton made a low, contented sound, his eyes falling shut behind his glasses. "you're gonna put me back to sleep."
"good because you barely slept on tour."
"how do you know that?"
"wonbin posts you guys on weverse at like 1am regularly. and you facetimed me from the tour bus at 3am multiple times."
"okay, fair." he cracked one eye open to look at you. "but i'm home now and you're here. so i'll sleep better."
"you better."
"little bossy here..." but he was smiling. it was soft and affectionate. his hand slid under the shirt you were wearing again, palm warm against your skin. "you're so soft. how are you this soft?"
"lotion."
"what kind? i'm buying ten bottles."
you laughed and he looked so proud of himself for making you laugh that he pulled you up slightly to kiss you again. this one lasted longer though, it was slow and sweet. his hand was now cradling the back of your head. when you finally broke apart, you were both slightly breathless.
"okay, new plan," anton said, his voice rougher now. "we stay in this bed forever. never leave. we can just exist right here."
"we have to eat eventually."
"delivery exists." his hand was back to tracing patterns on your back, his touch light and soothing. "and we have water bottles on the nightstand. we're set."
"what about showering?"
"overrated."
"toni."
"okay, fine. we can shower together so we can conserve water. its very environmentally friendly of us." he grinned at your expression. "what? i'm being practical."
"you're being clingy again like a puppy."
"same thing." he shifted towards you again. he rolled slightly so more of his weight pressed against you, his face finding your neck now. "your turn to be the pillow."
"ugh you're heavy."
"you'd love me anyway." his lips brushed against your neck and you felt him smile when your breath hitched. "knew it."
"knew what?"
"that you're just as affected by me as i am by you." his nose traced up your neck to your jaw. "you get all shivery when i do this." he demonstrated by pressing soft kisses along your jawline.
"confident anton is really dangerous to my wellbeing."
"nope. confident anton is honest." he pulled back to look at you. his glasses sliding down his nose slightly. when you pushed them back up, he caught your hand. then he pressed a kiss to your wrist. "three months away gave me a lot of time to think about all the things i wanted to do when i got home."
"oh yeah? like what?"
"like this." he kissed you again. "and this." his hand slid up your side. "and definitely this." he rolled you both so you were tucked against his side again, his arm tight around you. "just you know, being able to hold you and touch you. all the things i couldn't do over facetime."
your hand found his chest again tracing patterns on his skin. "i missed you."
"good." he caught your hand interlacing your fingers. "because you're stuck with me now. at least for the next three days."
"only three days?"
"okay, forever then. you're stuck with me forever." he said it lightly but there was something underlying that made your heart skip. "thats okay with you?"
"obviously. yeah," you said softly. "that's okay with me."
his smile was brilliant when he pulled you closer to him. his face buried in your hair. "perfect. absolutely perfect." his hand found yours again, fingers threading together. "now can we please go back to sleep? i'm tired, you're comfortable and this is literally the best morning ever."
"we just woke up."
"and now we're going back to sleep. it's called a lazy morning for a reason, baby." he was already settling in, his breathing evening out. "wake me up in like two hours so i can kiss you some more."
"that's your plan? sleep and kissing?"
"it's a perfect plan." his arms tightened around you one last time. "love you. even if you do drool on me."
"love you too, toni."
"mmh. good." and then he was drifting off. his body relaxing completely as his hold on you never loosened. you felt his breathing deepen and felt the way he unconsciously pulled you closer even in his slee. you let yourself relax too. letting yourself sink into the comfort and safety of being held by him.
the sun continued to paint golden patterns across the room, the world outside moved on, but in this moment, time felt frozen. just you and anton wrapped up in each other exactly where you wanted to be after missing each other for moths.
thanks anon for this <3, makes me wanna cuddle with anton
















